#bucky barnes fluf

[notafunkiller]

out of style

Summary: A year after your divorce, you and Bucky come face to face at your closest friends' wedding. Emotions run high, leading to a fiery confrontation that takes a detour to Bucky's hotel room, where the old flame might just reignite.

Pairing: ex-husband!Bucky Barnes x female reader

Warnings: 18+, teasing, dirty talk, pet names, daddy kink, fingering, oral séx, no condom (but f is on birth control), language, a little alcohol, no mention of y/n

Word Count: 7.2K

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A/N: I really hope you'll enjoy it!

Please, do not repost or translate without my permission!

What an ass... He has no shame at all. And the worst part? You’re still somehow surprised by it. As if you haven’t known him for years.

You look away, making sure to take a sip from your wine before focusing on the conversation again. It’s Nat’s big day, and you’re so happy for her, but listening to this story for the seventh time is exhausting. Same reactions, too: “Wow, he’s so well trained.” or “The wedding bands didn’t fall even once. Enzo is fantastic.” He’s a trained dog, you don’t get why they’re so fucking impressed.

You give Nat a smile before you excuse yourself to go to the bar. Maybe you should get a cocktail, the wine tastes terrible. On the way, you notice Steve talking to Miss Sunshine in the right corner, and you just nod toward him politely, trying to look unbothered. It’s his best friend’s girlfriend after all. What did you expect? Plus, maybe it’s just a polite conversation.

“A Sex on the Beach, please,” you murmur to the bartender.

“Vodka so early?”

You turn your head with a sigh just to see a guy you recognize from Nat’s engagement party. A fresh haircut, a simple suit and wandering eyes.

“Is there a time limit for a cocktail?” you respond, rolling your eyes when you notice he is still fixated on your chest.

He immediately raises his hands in defense as he takes a seat next to you.

God, if you hate one thing about being single besides the lack of sex is this… needing to deal with those men. It was perfect when Bucky used to take care of them.

“I didn't mean it like that, sweetheart.” You scrunch your nose instantly. God no!

“Here you go!” The bartender places the glass gently in front of you, and you’ve never been more grateful to see her.

“Thank you!” You smile before taking a huge sip, hoping it will turn him off and make him get away.

“A vodka tonic for me.” His tone is commanding, and you try not to roll your eyes again as he leans in closer. “We’re matching.”

“Huh?” You choke.

“Vodka lovers.”

Alright, time to get out of here!

You quickly grab your glass and stand up, making sure to fix your dress just in case, but his eyes are already on your breasts again. For fuck’s sake! How is he Steve’s cousin?

And talking about Steve, you almost jump when you hear him saying your name.

“Hey.” You’ve never been happier to see him.

You can’t say the same thing about his friend, who’s right next to him, looking the creepy blondie up and down.

“Is everything alright?” Steve asks with obvious concern.  “Do you feel okay?”

“Hey, man! The food is great and the company even better. Look at her, such an eye candy, am I right?” He chuckles at his own disgusting comment. “I mean, you’re married. Don’t answer that, I don’t want Romanoff on my back.” And after all of this, he has the audacity to wink at Steve. But before you can throw your cocktail over his shirt and make a scene, Bucky’s already getting in front of you, blocking your view with his huge back.

“If you want to keep your teeth, get the fuck out of here and never, ever get even within three feet of my wife. Am I fucking clear?”

His tone is so cold, harsh, and arrogant at the same time, but also so possessive. It surprises both: you and Steve, because he immediately looks at you confused before dropping his eyes on your hand.

He must be looking for a ring.

God, you never hated Bucky more than when you see blondie standing up and going straight outside just like that. It makes you even angrier because it’s always a man who has to explain the obvious signs to these assholes so they leave. You say no? You are playing hard to get. You are with a man? Then it’s all off-limits.

You sip your cocktail with frustration, the taste of vodka lingering on your tongue.

Then, you take a step toward Bucky, grabbing his arm and turning him so he can face you. “Listen and listen good, I’m not your wife and I don’t need you to play the macho hero! I can handle myself, so back off!” You wanted to leave after saying this, but the way he looks at you makes you change your mind. His eyes softened, showing a trace of your old Bucky, and it only pisses you off more. He labeled you just like that... “I divorced you for a reason, I’m not your property or responsibility. Stay out of my fucking business or I’ll show you exactly how well I can take care of myself!”

You hand him your half-full glass and storm out, seeing red. Or well, blue.

You anticipated that he’d come after you, of course you did. You know him, as much as you hate to admit. You still know him well. Too well.

And when you hear his sigh behind you, you don’t jump.

“You can handle yourself, but he was all over you. Sorry for being a gentleman.” He apologizes sarcastically. “I guess old habits die hard.”

“Too bad, Barnes! I am not your little wife. I am not your girlfriend. I am not even your friend.” You turn your head to look at him as he’s standing on the other side of the balcony. “And I am not that flavor of the month of yours, you have to kill these habits.”

He raises his head. “Flavor of the month?”

“Yeah, your plus one. You know, you should take care of her instead of trying to play hero and calling me your wife.”

“Keeping an eye on me? He smirks. “Thought you divorced me for a reason.”

Fuck him! He thinks he got you... “I did! You couldn’t open your mouth to say what bothers you, remember?”

“Well, I opened my mouth to do something else, far more exciting.”

You gasp, incredulous at his audacity.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” You scream, walking toward him. “Seriously!”

“What is wrong with me? You tell me! You divorced me for a reason.”

“Don’t you have someone else to bother? Fuck off already, Bucky!”

“You got angrier with me now than back there with him. Unbelievable!” He shakes his head.

You take a deep breath, trying not to have a crisis. You are not gonna let him get to you. “Look, can you just pretend this didn’t happen?”

He instantly looks at you shocked as he leans in. “This as in,” he waves between you two. “Our marriage? You think I can pretend our marriage never happened?” His voice grew louder, his words punctuated by sharp, angry inflections. “You think just because we divorced, you get to ask me that? How can you...”

You’re taken completely aback by his whole attitude, and it’s like you’re back in time at your wedding as he made you sneak out so he can make you come on his tongue after saying all sorts of things.

You don’t know why you suddenly remembered that, but you need to snap out of it.

“I meant the whole interaction, you annoying man!”

“How was I supposed to know?” He looks much more relaxed now, though, and before you can think about it, you’re poking his chest.

“Why would I tell you to forget about our marriage, Bucky?” You smile. “You are more than free to think about me as you fuck your little flavor of the month. I am not gonna stop that.”

You see his eyebrows raise instantly as his gaze drops to your finger. “My little flavor of the month? How many times did you think about me fucking her?” His hand finds your wrist. “Did you wonder if I’m fucking her from behind as I choke her? Did you imagine me coming all over her tits? Did you-”

You grab his cheeks, just the way he likes it, to stop him.

“You think I have nothing better to think about? I have my own dicks that occupy my thoughts,” you lie through your teeth, and he knows it. God, he knows it as he chuckles right away.

“What’s so funny, Barnes?” You let go, expecting him to do the same, but he’s still holding your other wrist.

“You have no dick to think about. I know you broke up with your last flavor of the month, honey.”

He knows how much you hate being mocked with the word honey, but you bite the inside of your cheeks. “It’s funny really,” you fake giggle, looking up at him. “You assume I don’t have someone already. Maybe I’m just enjoying my life after our divorce... new dick every month since I am a free woman. I don’t even need something serious. You know how much I love sex.”

His smile immediately drops, his face reddening.

“You are absolutely infuriating!” Even his tone carries a sense of irritation.

“Aww, what happened?”

It’s his turn to grab your face, making you gasp. You don’t remember the last time he touched you, and you’re shivering.

“You’re playing a very dangerous game, and you know it!”

“I don’t play games, Bucky, that is your specialty.” You smile, trying to maintain your composure. “Now let me go and get back to your little girlfriend. You can be mad about how many dicks she thinks about.”

“You can’t do the whole non-attachment shit. I know you well, don’t forget that. You’re my...” He talks so fast you’re surprised he stopped. You know what he was gonna say, of course you know. The audacity!

“I am not your wife, Bucky. You literally have a woman with you here tonight. We divorced, we live in separate places, and we fuck different people.”

“Who are you fucking, huh?” He almost spits the last words. “Tell me! Nat said you’re single.”

“You’ve been asking Nat about my personal life?” And she is spilling to him? No way.

“Fuck...” he frowns, dropping his hand from your face. “No.”

“Steve!” You realize. “God, this is pathetic! Why do you keep tabs on me, huh? Can’t you just mind your own business? Is your life goal to piss me off?”

“I’m not the one calling Jessica the flavor of the month.”

“Ha!” You laugh in his face. “Well, you have no success in getting a girlfriend. And they all look pretty familiar.” You can’t hide the venom in your voice. “The differences are they’re just taller and with less in the chest department. Quite interesting, don’t you think?”

“So you’re keeping tabs on me too!”

“You flatter yourself. It’s quite obvious, look at Jessica. Does she know you were married to me? Does she beg you to fuck her mouth? Does she...” You take a deep breath. “Does she call you daddy, James? Does she ride you until you lose control and turn her on her back so you can pound her?” You don’t care anymore. Right or wrong, you’re gonna let it all out. “Do you praise her? Tell her how wet she is for you? How your cock is made for her? Do you... do you tell her you love her while she’s coming? Do you fucking call her your good girl?”

“Jesus-” You don’t let him continue his sentence, interrupting him.

“Does she take you like I did? Does she beg for you because she feels empty, James? Does she? Did any of them?”

“Stop. It.”

“Why? You didn’t stop!”

He sighs, reaching out to grab your cheeks gently. “No one does, are you happy? I don’t even fucking try. I don’t let anyone call me daddy, I don’t choke anyone and I definitely don’t fuck anyone like I fucked you. Are you happy? Seeing me miserable and pathetic? Are you enjoying it?”

You can’t deny the satisfaction and relief you feel when you hear that. Dating post-him was a very bad experience overall, so him not upgrading, indeed, in any way, makes you feel victorious. At least, you’re both suffering.

“Yeah, I actually enjoy that.”

“What about you?” He snaps. “Do you do all of that?”

“I don’t want to be called daddy, James.”

“You know exactly what I meant! You call those losers daddy? You choke around their cocks? Do you beg for their small dicks to go deeper and finish yourself off after it?”

“Like I begged for your small dick?” You ask annoyed, knowing how dumb this lie is, but what else can you say? No one compares to him and never will.

His response shocks you as he reaches down to the zipper of his worn jeans and pulls it down.

“What the fuck are you doing? Are you crazy?”

“Wanted to, you know… give you more mocking material in case you forgot how small it is.”

You have to think twice about what to say because the first thought was: I have enough videos, thanks. But you can’t. You can’t expose yourself like that.

“James, what the fuck are you doing? Are you trying to hurt me?”

“With my small dick?”

You look away for a few seconds, not wanting him to read you. “Why are you doing this? We divorced, you’re seeing someone, I’m good by myself... just let it go.”

He smiles at that, and you realize you indirectly told him you are indeed not fucking anyone.

“Why would I let go of my wife?”

You’re slapping his chest before you realize what you’re doing. “Stop this, Bucky! Just fucking stop.”

He’s hurting you, how can he not see that?

“You said you divorced me for a reason. You said...” he pauses. “You ordered me to leave you alone. Well, what if I don’t want to?”

“What are you, a fucking stalker?”

“No!” He almost screams. “I am fucking in love with you, you infuriating woman!”

“W-what?”

He can’t be joking about this, can he? He is not cruel. He is not vile. This isn’t a game.

“I’m in love with you. I love you. You own me... you fucking control me.”

“How?”

He laughs hysterically, running his hands through his hair before pulling. “I am fucking obsessed with you: how you are, if you’re doing well, if you miss me, if you’re fucking someone else, if your date went great, if you regret being with me, if someone else makes you smile wider. I dream about you, I am so miserable I couldn’t be with anyone. With Mia it lasted a month. I wasn’t... I wasn’t okay. I am not okay.”

You look at him, waiting for more. “Go on and zip your jeans, we’re in public.” You  watch him quickly do what you demand before you continue. “And what about Jessica tonight? Or Alexa a month ago? Why are you lying to me?”

“It’s not real. Jessica... I was just trying to make you jealous, okay? I was sneaking looks all night, have you not noticed at all?”

You don’t smile, despite your huge instinct to. Instead, you cross your arms, watching him drop his gaze straight to your boobs.

“Why would I notice, James?”

“Well, how did you notice Jessica looking a little like you, that she’s with me here?”

Fair point...

“Just...” You’re suddenly gripped by this crazy urge to just fuck him right here. You even regret telling him to zip back up. You could have just lifted your dress as he lowered his briefs and took out his cock. And just like that, you could have just fucked against the wall or something. You would have let him rip off your panties too. You just need his cock so badly! “Shut the fuck up!” You snap, grabbing him by his neck so he can lean in enough for you to be able to kiss him. And oh, you kiss him!

You don’t have to fight to dominate the kiss, surprisingly, because he lets you. He lets you bite his lip and almost draw blood, he lets you unzip his pants again and push down his unfit-for-a-wedding jacket, and most importantly, he lets you be his again, as pathetic as that might sound. You feel him emotionally, not just physically.

Without wasting more time, you drop to your knees, making sure only your dress and shoes touch the floor directly. You drag down his pants and briefs at the same time from your position, and he looks at you surprised.

“I thought we’re in public and you were fucking some-” his words die as you bring your tongue to the head of his cock, tasting the precum, but not sucking even a little bit.

“Weren’t you saying something?” You tuck your hair strands behind your ears as you mock him. You love being on your knees for Bucky. He has this dominant energy, but he always makes you feel in power even when he fuck your mouth. And you enjoy it, you feed on it. One of the reasons you missed him so much. And he can take mocking. “Please go on. I am all ears.” You breathe out on his dick. “And tongue.”

“Oh god,” Bucky’s voice is a moan at this point, and you laugh. So easy...

“I’m your god now? Aww! Come on, do I have to do everything tonight?”

He looks down at you confused. His blue eyes are almost grey, and you know he’s on cloud nine already just because you’re there.

“What?”

“Oh, you need translation. Well,” it’s all you say before wrapping your lips around his dick and using both of your hands to push him as deep as he can go inside your mouth. He moans at the same time you gag, and his balls slap you in the face. He instinctively looks at you to ask if you’re okay, but you are more than okay. You are fucking alive. You encourage him to fuck your throat at this point by squeezing his ass cheeks and touching his balls.

“God, look at you! That pretty black dress…” He pulls out and back in not as forcefully as he can, but enough to make you start tearing up quickly. “On your knees for your man. That mouth!”

You find yourself moaning at the feel of his fingers grasping and tugging at your hair. Jesus, how you missed this...

“You have the sweetest mouth.” Does he even realize what he’s mumbling? “I could die right here. Right now,” he says and thrusts harder, which makes you close your eyes. You can barely see anything because of the tears, and he’s already close. “My pretty baby, my fucking girl.”

You’re getting wetter and wetter the more he talks, and it’s crazy. You’re cold and your jaw is hurting, yet you love this.

“Not caring if someone can catch us, just making sure you mark me again. God, I'm gonna come, baby. Gonna... should I p-pull-”

You don’t let him finish his sentence as you grab his ass to make sure you keep him there, in your throat, as he comes while moaning your name.

When he finishes, he immediately helps you stand up, before he kisses you desperately, his tongue immediately licking your bottom lip to get access. He lifts you up, wrapping your legs around his waist tightly. You moan in the middle of the kiss because his semi-hard cock is right where you need it, and it’s like torture...

“Need to taste you, okay, baby?” He asks with so much need in his voice. He sounds so whipped. “Need my pussy. Can I take you to my room?”

That is perfect, a dream at this point. But you need to make him a little more desperate.

“But the wedding… They would kill us.”

“I am sure you care sooooo much about this wedding and Nat’s stories. More than about getting my tongue on that pretty clit of yours and making you come all over my face.”

You can’t hold back your laughter.

“Fair point, Mr. Barnes. I deserve my orgasms, especially after listening to you pathetically trying to seduce me by admitting how desperate you are.”

“You dropped to your knees on this balcony just to mark my cock as yours.”

You pull his hair a little. “You said it yourself, it's already mine. Now get that ugly jacket and carry me.”

Bucky snorts, kissing your cheek. “You bought me that ugly jacket.”

“I know.”

*

You don’t know where you left your phone and even though you should feel panicked, you don’t. All you can focus on is Bucky taking off your dress and groaning at the sight of your cups. You couldn’t wear a full bra, so you improvised. They could barely hold your breasts, but no nipples showing? Win.

“Hurry up!”

“Jesus,” he moans and reaches for your cups. Desperate man... you roll your eyes, but let him uncover your breasts and grab them into his hands eagerly. He’s not just holding them, he looks and touches them as if he’s never seen boobs in his entire life, let alone yours.

“James...” You sigh, throwing your head back in pleasure when he finally gets your nipple into his mouth. Your hand finds his hair instantly, and you watch him suck happily while playing with your other nipple.

“You’re quite hungry,” you say with a smile, stroking his hair. You missed this so much. His need to always touch or sleep on your boobs, the way he grabs them while he’s pounding you... You shiver in anticipation when he switches to the other tit.

“Fucking shit, I missed them so much.”

You snort. “My boobs?”

“Mine.” He’s not sucking anymore, he’s eating them, shocking you.

“H-hold on a second, Bucky. They’re breasts, not my clit.”

“It’s been a year, love. Let me get my fill. I died without them. Died!”

As much as you wanted to think only about the part he missed your boobs, you can’t help the jealousy that clouds your mind. You were divorced, yet the image of him sucking someone else’s tits makes you want to hit a wall. Mia all over him... You pull his hair angrily. “You surely had other tits in your mouth, Bucky, for the past year. Don’t pretend this is any different.”

He immediately stops sucking. “You... you can’t believe this. Tell me you don’t believe this.”

You look away, too proud to face him. “What am I supposed to believe, huh? It’s been one fucking year.”

“I’ve been yours this whole year. I’ve been thinking about you, fucking my fist while watching... our videos, as fucked up as it might be. I tried to date, but I failed, and trust me, it has nothing to do with the size of my dick and my age. No one is you. No one smells like you or talks like you. No one is my brat with the god complex.”

“God complex?” You raise your eyebrow, keeping your face straight. “Fuck you.”

“I will fuck it out of you as I usually do, don’t worry.”

“Then why does it keep coming back?”

He chuckles. “Because you want to get fucked all the goddamn time.”

“Like you don’t!” You puff. “Come on, I breathe in your direction and you get hard, Bucky.”

“Did you see yourself? Did you have sex with yourself? You cannot judge me!” He grabs your breasts again. “There is no comparison, okay? You have no rival. Never did, never will.”

“That’s all?” You puff, amused. “My looks?”

“Do I even have to say… Your god complex exists for a fucking reason. You’re the smartest, most sarcastic, and feistiest person I’ll ever meet. One mocking comment, and you know how I get.”

“Pathetic?” You mock him on purpose just to get the reaction he is talking about. You love it when he compliments you.

“Is this why you divorced me? Cause I am a pathetic son of a bitch?”

You  take a deep breath. “I divorced you because you refused to communicate properly with me anymore, and you know it.”

“So not because of my small dick, either,” he remarks, making you roll your eyes.

“No, your small dick is one of the reasons I am here.”

Bucky dramatically touches his heart. “So you’re using me for my sex skills!”

“As if you don’t beg me to use you. Come on, put that mouth to good use before Nat comes after us.”

He doesn’t disappoint as he finally rips your underwear off, just like you fantasized about, and you use this as the perfect opportunity to fish for more.

“What happened, Jamie? So eager. Aren’t you a little good-”

The word boy comes out as a moan when you feel his index finger curled up inside you suddenly.

“What happened, honey? Too big for you?”

“Dick!”

“You’ll get that. I just need to erase the memories of having little pencils in here. That must have been traumatic.”

“You’re such a jerk!” You snort, but he’s right. It was really bad.

Bucky shrugs, finally kneeling properly between your legs before lifting them on his shoulders. God, yes!

“Gonna give my pussy some loving.”

“D-didn’t know you have a pussy, James.”

He smiles against your inner thigh. “I certainly keep what I lick.”

“Eww, what the fuck.”

He snorts, kissing your slit. “I am joking, baby. Tried to imitate one of those dicks you thought you could replace me with.”

Petty fucking bitch! You grab him by his hair and push him closer to your pussy.

“Shut the fuck up and eat!”

His tongue feels like heaven, indeed, on your clit. You’ve lost count of how many times you remembered him eating you out so you can come this year. He's just so good at eating your pussy.

You let out a satisfied sigh when he adds a second finger. You start to feel like before… like you and Bucky are still married and with no problem. Like you're happy. He makes you so happy. Made.

So you stare at his hair and stroke it as he sucks on your clit, completely squashed between your thighs, and try to hold back your tears.

When he adds his third finger and starts tracing eight figures on your clit with his tongue before he flattens it, you know you’re about to come.

There is something about the way he always manages to make you vulnerable even if it’s not intentional, to cut you open and get in... and you don’t want it to be over. You can’t let him go again after tonight. You’d suffocate.

Your efforts to delay your orgasm and not tear up are futile because when he sucks a little harder, you come and start sobbing somehow. The orgasm is strong and even though you’d want to watch Bucky, you close your eyes, letting yourself go, and shut your mind down for a second. Everything feels so overwhelming. So amplified…

You’re grateful he doesn’t stop fucking you with his fingers, either, even though you felt him hesitating when he heard you crying. You really needed this.

As soon as you finish, you drop your legs, furiously trying to wipe your face. He knows the difference between crying because of a crazy orgasm and you being emotional. He instantly gets back on the bed next to you and pulls you into the tightest hug you’ve had in two years.

“God, I’m...” You don’t know how to continue this phrase. You should not feel sorry for crying and you’re not pathetic for it. “I m-missed you so much, Bucky. Why did you give up?”

You feel his warm breath on your forehead. “I never gave up, baby, I swear.”

“B-but you did. You didn’t even try for more than six months. When I told you...” You take a deep breath. “That I want a divorce, you didn’t even look at me. Once, Bucky! Not even once…” You show him your index finger. “You simply agreed. You gave up on us. I was waiting for you to say: no, let’s try. No, I’ll communicate. Your words...” You sob. “Your words would have been enough for me. You should know that.”

“Oh my god, baby, please, breathe!” He kisses your forehead over and over again. “I never gave up, I swear. I wanted to say no, I wanted to tell you all of that, but you asked me for divorce. It felt like you wanted out. You were tired of fighting... you were tired of me. And I didn’t want to tell you to stay just so you could either stay with me out of pity or reject me. I would have died... To look at you and beg, and to see you detached.”

You shake your head into the crook of his neck. He cannot...

“How would I be detached if I tried for six months? How would I get tired of you?”

“Exactly. You tried for six months. I thought you snapped out of it...”

“Out of what?” You whisper, scared to say it louder, but he hears you anyway.

“Out of love.”

You immediately lift your head to look at him. He’s crying, too. “Bucky...” You bring your fingers to his cheeks and start to caress them.

“I just couldn’t remember us like this. I couldn’t look into your eyes and see you staring at me like I’m a stranger.”

“Jesus Christ, when did we fail to communicate this much?”

He knows you don’t expect an actual answer, so instead of speaking, he holds you, and kisses you, and makes you giggle.

The more you move into his lap, the better you feel his erection pressing against your pussy. So close, yet so far.

He groans, placing his hands on your hips. “Careful.”

“Well, I don’t want you to be careful. I want you to fuck me raw right now.”

“Right now? He snorts, using his position to his advantage and moving. And just like that, you’re suddenly pressed with your back against the bed, and his mouth covers the valley between your breasts. That didn’t take a lot of convincing.

“Did you fuck anyone else without protection?” You ask unsure how to formulate it without it sounding a little weird. You’re not even sure you want to know the answer if it’s positive, but still.

“No. Only condoms and well... to be honest more my fist,” he chuckles, helping you get on your back again by bringing a pillow under your head. “I tested myself, of course.”

You nod, trying to hide your happiness. You selfishly wanted this: no one but you to feel him without any barrier.

“Good.”

“What about you?”

“No one for me, either.”

You would laugh at his proud face if you didn’t know he might use it to tease you later. You can use it too, though.

“Come on, baby, spread your legs for me. Daddy’s home.”

You laugh surprised, but you do what he says. You really missed having him between your legs.

Needy, you reach for his T-shirt, that for some reason is still on, and you tug it down, showing him you want it off.

He hesitates for a couple of seconds too long before grabbing his T-shirt by the neck.

“Come on, what did you do? Got a tattoo?”

You get your answer as soon as he’s finally naked.

“Oh, God!” You instantly lift your hand so you can grab his necklace. “What the fuck, James...”

“I told you I never gave up on us.”

“So you’re telling me you’ve been keeping it on since we divorced?”

He blushes, looking away. “Yeah.”

“Even when you were with other girls?”

Your heart is racing.

“Never took it off.”

You giggle, touching the surface of the ring over and over again.

“No wonder why nothing worked.”

“I had no intention to make it work.”

You say nothing, just looking into his eyes and letting him see how fucking much you love him, how he could never be a stranger, and you kiss him, wrapping your legs around his ass to show him what you need.

“I want you to pound me, okay? I want to feel you for days, do you hear me? I am so wet and ready. Please, just fuck me!”

You shiver a little when you feel the back of his hand brushing against your clit while he brings his cock to your entrance.

“Gonna make you mine again, alright? Gonna make you forget this year and everyone who,” He finally thrusts inside you. “Tried to get you.”

He’s thick. Really thick, and you can’t believe how you managed to survive without this stretched-out feeling for a whole fucking year.

“I hate you so much!’

He snorts. “I am pretty sure you love me. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have my cock inside you after one year.”

“This is the problem!” You hiss when he pulls almost completely out. “One year, Bucky!”

“Aww!” He says a bit mockingly before thrusting all the way in again. Oh my God... you close your eyes. “Is this your bratty way of telling me you missed my small dick?”

“Bratty? You think this is bratty?” You ask him sarcastically before bringing a hand to his ass. “Harder!”

“Harder, huh?” He quickly unwraps your legs and turns you on your belly before you can react.

You gasp, shocked by how fast he is and hating the emptiness, but he ignores it, bringing a pillow under your pussy.

“Ass in the air, come on.”

You comply immediately, staring at his face from the side. He looks like he’s on a mission, with his hair already in all directions and the wedding band hanging around his neck.

The first thing you feel is his mouth on your ass cheek, licking on a spot before biting.

You hiss. “James!” It hurts, not more than a spanking, but you weren’t ready for that.

“Mine.”

You snort, wiggling your ass. “Yeah, yeah. Now gimme my cock.”

And he does. He so does, he’s not slowly entering you, no. He pushes in almost fully with only one thrust, making you bite into your pillow.

“You missed that, didn’t you? The way I fill you up is so good. The way...” He slaps your ass. “No one can make you feel so good. No one can fuck you like the desperate whore you are for my cock.”

You moan loudly into the pillow. You love being called a whore like this. Because he is right and he is obsessed with it, anyway. “B-Bucky...”

“Tell me whose cock you love? Tell me.”

He’s thrusting so fast at this point that you can barely even hear him.

“Bucky.”

“No, no, no. That is not what you call me like this.”

“James...”

He suddenly stops thrusting, and you whine, lifting your spinning head to look at him over your shoulder. No matter how much you try to tilt your hips to make him move, you fail.

“If you want to get fucked, baby, you gotta call me the right-”

“Daddy. Daddy, daddy. Happy now?”

He rolls his eyes, obviously not that happy with your tone.

You smirk.

“I see you need a lot of battiness fucked out of you.”

“Then why are you not fucking me, daddy?”

“Oh, goddamn it!” He’s not holding back now, moving like he used to. “Tell me, baby. Tell me you love me... that no one, fuck- no one is like me!”

His voice tinges with a hint of neediness... maybe even urge. His vulnerability takes you a little aback because it’s stronger than his mocking. He’s genuinely seeking for reassurance as he gazes at you with a mixture of desire, desperation and longing. He’s searching for validation in your eyes the way you were earlier, so you give it to him.

“You’re the only one for me, J-James. I love you forever. I never... I n-never stopped!” You can’t keep your head up a second longer as you drop it on your pillow, moaning.

“We’re getting married tomorrow.”

You half-snort, half-moan. “W-we can’t.”

“We can.” The sound of his balls slapping against your pussy almost covers the sound of his voice.

“We... we have to apply first.”

He spanks your ass again, and you scream, the sudden pain making you feel so good.

“So wet for me. They stood no chance. T-they don’t know how hard you want it.”

“Daddy, please... Please!” You’re a moaning mess. You just need a little harder. Just a little.

You’re not sure if you’re gonna have a voice after this. He’s pounding you so hard.

“My good, good girl.” He’s squeezing your hips, and the sound of your skin slapping is echoing. “God, gonna come for me? Jesus, wanna fill you up with my come too. Please, baby.”

You don’t know when or how he manages to do it, but he sneaks one of his hands under your body and pinches your nipple. You gasp, the wave of pleasure hitting you as he keeps fucking you. You feel your body weakening when he says your name over andl over again, but you don’t open your eyes for a while, letting him fuck you desperately while playing with your breast.

“Gonna- fuck, take my come, wife! Take me!”

He’s coming so much... surprisingly much even for him. You can feel him dripping down your thighs even when he slows down, then stops his movements before he falls on top of you as soon as he finishes.

“James...” You groan. “You’re heavy.”

He places a small kiss on your back, and you giggle.

“I love you.”

You melt, but he moves to the side before you can reach for his cheeks.

“I love you, too.” You kiss him. “So much that I let you drag me out of my best friend’s wedding reception.”

Bucky snorts, brushing his nose against your face. “Pretend all you want, I know you were bored as fuck.” You feel him slowly pulling out of you, and you whine. It’s a little uncomfortable. “Sorry, wifey.”

“I’m not your wife yet.”

“Yet, but you were and you will be again this week.” He takes your ring finger into his mouth.

“Bucky!”

“What? We need new rings.”

You try to pull out your finger. “No, we don’t. I have mine.”

“We need...”

“How about we use all that money for a vacation instead?”

“Neah, honeymoon is honeymoon.”

He finally lets your finger go. “We are not buying other wedding bands.”

“I am not debating a new engagement ring, though.”

You roll your eyes, but you know it’s the best deal you can get.

“Fine, a new engagement ring,” you agree while rolling ro his side and placing your head on his chest. “I don’t wanna move.”

“Don’t want to or can’t?”

You decide to surprise him by biting a spot right above his nipple. He groans while you simply laugh.

“You just can’t be subtle, can you?”

“If you’d wanted subtle you’d have gone for someone like Steve.”

“Eww, Bucky. I have your come dripping out of me and you bring up Steve?”

“You literally talked about Nat a sec ago.”

Then, as if a switch was flipped, your eyes widen. “Oh shit, my phone!”

“Where did you forget it?” Bucky asks casually, so used to gathering your things for you. You really missed that, too.

“Table. God... Do you think they know?”

“Know what?” He giggles, raising both of you until your backs touch the headboard. “That you dropped on your knees in the middle of the wedding to suck my cock? Or how I fucked you raw until you cried.” A sudden realization crosses his face. “You asked me to fuck you raw. Are you... still on the pills?”

You roll your eyes. “You think I’d let you fuck me like this for the first time we talked to each other properly since we divorced if there was a big chance to get pregnant?”

“I assume you are still on the pills, don’t be patronizing!” He kisses your nose, which he knows tickles you.

Ass...

“You are asking a dumb question instead of getting your ass downstairs to bring me my phone.”

“How is that dumb? I wanted to know if I should get you a pill or something.”

“So you don’t want babies with me!” You try not to laugh as you say it, biting your lip to keep your face serious.

“Why do you act as if I told you I don’t want a baby with you?” He chuckles when he sees you pouting. “We’re just getting back together and no way you’d want a baby now. But if I am wrong, let’s go for it. I can give you a baby, just get off the pills.”

“You don’t give me a baby, James. We have a baby together!”

He sighs, getting off the bed to get his clothes back on. “Obviously, but I am the one coming inside you. This is what I meant. I am all in. But we need some adapting time at least.”

You should stop this whole teasing-testing thing. You both have the same opinion after all. You might have a baby, and you know he’d be involved one hundred percent, but not now. Absolutely not.

“I know. Thanks for asking.”

“You’re such a tease.” He snorts, putting on his pants. “Before I go, do you want me to run you a bath or should I bring you a towel?”

“Do you plan on staying there?”

He turns his head to you instantly. “Yeah, sure. I am gonna eat some steak and brag about fucking my wife.”

“Alright, alright. Bring me a snack and we can take a bath together. Actually,” you think about it better. “I’m gonna clean up and wait for you.”

“You want me to fuck you again, don’t you?” He asks as he fixes his jacket.

“Why? Is this all you could give me?”

“Oh, fuck you!”

“Sure.” You spread your legs at the same time you grab your own breasts, making him groan. It’s so easy to get to him. And it’s hilarious.

“Jesus, you’re planning to kill me.”

“Not you acting as if it’s the first time this happened.”

“It is the first time in over a year, baby.”

You feel yourself softening again. “True. Now, please, please, please, don’t give them any details and bring me a snack.”

“What snack?”

“Anything, make me a plate, I don’t care.” He nods before reaching for the keys. “Oh, and Bucky? Tell your flavor of the month you don’t need her anymore.”

“I told you she is not-”

“And tell Nat I’ll make it up to her!” You interrupt him before he can finish his sentence. You don’t need him to defend a random girl’s honor.

“You’re so jealous.”

“Lock the door!”

You giggle satisfied when he closes the door and let yourself scream out of happiness while staring at the bite he left on your ring finger. Mrs. Barnes never got out of style.

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fanfic #ex-husband!bucky barnes #divorced!bucky barnes #bucky barnes au #bucky barnes fluf #bucky barnes angst #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x you #marvel fanfic #marvel fanfiction #my fanfics #my stories

[chrisdrysdale]

Hold me

+18 minors dni if you do you will be blocked!!!

Summary: it’s just been a shit day, and you need all the touches you can get

a/n: thanks to my 🦾 anon for the promt

just a drabble

Warnings: tooth rotting floof

You knocked on his door before looking at your watch 4:58.

“Come in” the groggily voice from inside replied.

You walked in and saw Bucky spread out on the bed. “You okay sunshine?” he asked you, switching on the bedside lamp.

“I - just em - you know I” you sighed at your stumbling “Can you hold me? Please, I really need it”

He smiled and pull the covers back, scooting over so you can slip in. You got in and Bucky wrapped his arm around you pulling into his chest. “You wanna talk about?“ he asked you, pushing some of your hair behind you ear. You snuggled your face into his chest, shaking your head. “Jus’ a bad brain day”

He kisses your forehead. “That’s okay sunshine, anything I can do”

“Just hold me please”

“of course”

#bucky x reader #bucky barnes #bucky fluff #bucky barnes fluf #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes x you #bucky fanfiction #bucky fanfic

[bekala]

Wintershock ficlet: Darcy and the Winter Solider bake cupcakes. Winter Soldier POV + domestic fluff + Darcy baking. (It’ll rot your teeth it’s so sweet)

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“He just followed me home Janie, what did you expect me to do? Leave him outside?” 

“Does he talk?” 

“Not so far.” 

“But he carried all the groceries?” 

“Yes, and he opened every door for me. He’s perfect.”

“How’d you get him past security?” 

“JARVIS cleared him. Didn’t you JARVIS?”

“Indeed, Miss Lewis. Sergeant Barnes has security clearance due to his relationship with Captain Rogers.”  

“See Janie, he’s cleared by the big man upstairs.”

“Did you really follow her home?”  

“Yes. Darcy Lewis was listed as an associate of Steve’s.” 

“See, we keep him here until they all get back in a week and Steve will be thrilled! We’re going to have so much fun.”  

Darcy Lewis had a unique definition of the word fun.  Bucky Barnes thought the pretty dame would want dinner and dancing. The Winter Soldier had been prepared to teach her general hand to hand combat. Instead, Bucky Barnes helped her roll yarn into balls, fold post-it notes into paper airplanes, and short everyone’s sheets. While, the Winter Soldier helped her sneak into labs to fill drawers with glitter, hack into the computer to change the names on security badges, and strategically place cartoon cat stickers all over multiple compound bows.  

Today, they were making cupcakes.   

“Do you think Steve would prefer chocolate or vanilla?” Darcy Lewis asked, holding out two boxes with pictures of cakes on the outside for his examination. Bucky Barnes knew Steve would want vanilla but didn’t think the punk deserved to get what he wanted. The Winter Soldier didn’t care. Bucky Barnes pointed to the chocolate with a wicked smile.  “Perfect.” Darcy Lewis returned with a grin. 

“We need the biggest mixing bowl,” she said as she climbed onto the counter.  Bucky Barnes really enjoyed the way her acrobatics put her heart shaped ass right at eye level.  The Winter Soldier lunged to catch the three bowls, two glasses, and razor sharp mandolin that tumbled down from the cabinet as she dug for what she needed. 

Then he caught her when she lost her footing in spilled vegetable oil. 

“Great work!” She said, patting at his face. 

“Anytime, doll,” Bucky Barnes said and Darcy Lewis pretended to swoon. 

“You are the actual bee’s knees,” she said and Bucky Barnes winked. The Winter Soldier wondered if bees actually had knees.  

“We need to crack three eggs,” she said. Bucky Barnes liked the way her chest swayed as she tapped the eggs on the side of the bowl. The Winter Soldier commented that just eating the eggs scrambled would be a more nutritious meal. Bucky Barnes pointed out that just eating the eggs would not end with batter covered spoons to lick. Having never licked a batter covered spoon the Winter Soldier had no rebuttal.  

“Now we need the hand mixer,” she said. The Winter Soldier braced to catch her a second time.  Bucky Barnes proactively rushed onto the counter to get it down for her.   

“You’re a peach,” she said and both Bucky Barnes and the Winter Soldier enjoyed the compliment. “Ooh, we should get peaches! Add those to the grocery list JARVIS.” The Winter Soldier really approved of this idea. 

“I forgot to preheat the oven,” she said and the Winter Soldier reached out to take the mixer from her hand as she turned, preventing mission-ending batter-splatter. Bucky Barnes immediately started to lick the beaters. 

“Did you grease the cupcake tins?” she asked. The Winter Soldier was caught with batter on his mouth. He didn’t regret it. Bucky Barnes greased the cupcake tins.  

“Now into the oven,” she sing-songed. Bucky Barnes liked her voice and the pout of her lips. The Winter Soldier calculated the odds of her burning herself at 85% if left to handle this task alone, and quickly took over. 

“We have to wait for them to cook and cool before we can ice them,” she said, “We should watch a movie.” Bucky Barnes and the Winter Soldier approved of this plan. Bucky Barnes enjoyed the way she leaned against him when they watched movies. The Winter Soldier agreed but worried about how it impacted his situational awareness.  

“We should make out,” she said. Bucky Barnes really approved of this idea.  The Winter Soldier felt it was even more likely to impact their situational awareness. He decided it was worth it when her tongue brushed against his for the first time. Bucky Barnes was *very* smug. 

“Darcy?”  

“Steve!” she said. The Winter Soldier pushed Darcy Lewis from his lap and behind him so he could assess the threat. Bucky Barnes smiled at his oldest friend. “Look who I found!” Darcy Lewis cried. 

“Bucky?” Steve Rogers asked. 

“Sometimes,” they replied. 

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@noxnthea and I challenged each other to write our specialties this weekend.  She sent me a list of ridiculously fluffy prompts and I sent her a list of incredibly angsty options.  Here’s her submission about a Winterhawk Clint after Bucky is snapped +

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Also, the style of this is shamelessly inspired by I once started out to walk around the world but ended up in Brooklyn by Suzukiblu. If you haven’t read it, please do.

#wintershock #wintershock fanfic #bucky x darcy #darcy lewis fanfiction #darcy lewis #Bucky Barnes #making cupcakes #avengers fanfiction #fluf #Winter Soldier #so much fluff

[mayas-fantasy-world]

Imma just leave this here.🙂

#bucky barnes #winter soldier #bucky mcu #james barnes #winter #best memes #bucky fluf

[urdepressedslut]

You’re Mine, Sunshine

♡ Pairing: Grumpy!Bodyguard!Bucky Barnes x Sunshine!Fem!Reader

♡ Summary: Bucky gets picked by a very rich and respected man to be his daughter’s personal bodyguard. The Father warns him that it won’t be an easy job, that she is a brat and difficult to deal with. But what happens when Bucky meets you and you’re the complete opposite?

♡ Warnings: mentions of amputation, light angst, hints to violence, mentions of death, bucky being a grumpy man

Part 2

Trope ⇢ Grumpy x Sunshine | Mob!AU Bodyguard!AU

“Mr. Barnes, your résumé so far is quite impressive.” Pierce acknowledged with a slow nod.

Bucky of course had a trained eye, but the glares that were not so subtly sent his way by the big boss— were intimidating. He wasn’t scared, no. He simply respected this man’s power. Bucky knew better than to get on the bad side of someone like Pierce.

“Says here you’re an amputee?” Pierce asked so bluntly, and he noticed Bucky’s eyes squint slightly. “Sorry, if I’m overstepping but nothing will be overlooked.”

“It’s not a problem, sir.” Bucky assured him. “Yes, I lost my left arm during a mission way back.”

Pierce furrowed his brows.

“Mission? I take it you used to be an agent of some sort.” He assumed.

Bucky nodded.

“Hm, very good. Continue.” He waved him on.

“I had some surgical procedures— and now I have a prosthetic.”

Bucky lifted his left arm, rolling his sleeve slightly up to expose the metal to the boss. Pierce hummed impressively, taking in the intricate designs on the metal.

“I can assure you that me having a prosthetic will not be an issue— my arm is made out of only the strongest metal. Bullet proof, in fact.” He added, hoping it would further impress the boss, proving just how perfect for the job he was.

It wasn’t his dream to be a bodyguard, actually it was quite a low in his career— if you asked him. He had fallen out of his previous steady job, due to some complications. He had the experience of being a bodyguard— just not for only one person. It would be a weird change for him, but he was willing to take on the challenge. Also, the pay was nice.

Pierce hummed again, the information that his prosthetic arm was bullet proof— only satisfying him more.

“Like I said, impressive Mr. Barnes. But this is an extremely important task. My only daughter, who must be protected at all costs.” Pierce trailed off, expression growing serious. “It’s been a hard adjustment since the passing of my wife, my daughter is all I have left.”

Bucky nodded in understanding, knowing what it was like to lose loved ones. In fact, that wound was still fresh on him.

“If I allow you to take on this role, you are to swear to yourself that you will do whatever it takes to keep her alive— no matter what.” Pierce spoke loudly, his voice orotund.

Bucky in the back of his mind thought about his choice of words. ‘If I allow you.’ Bucky respected this man, but he had to hold back the scoff that threatened to escape his lips at his statement.

“Do you think you’re ready for that?” Pierce challenged, and suddenly it wasn’t about his daughter at all. It was a man challenging another man, a task that he deemed impossible.

His metal hand behind his back whirred in annoyance. After all that fluffing his head up, complimenting his training. It was clear Pierce thought so little of him, and at that— it made Bucky wanna take the job even more. Just to prove him wrong.

“Yes sir.” Bucky promised, shaking Pierces hand in a firm— slightly aggressive shake.

Pierce smiled, dropping Bucky’s résumé on his desk. Getting himself comfortable, he sat on the edge of the front of the desk, crossing his arms.

“Now, let’s go through what is to be expected.” He started, Bucky nodded for him to continue. “You are to be with her at all times, except for when you sleep. You do sleep right?”

Bucky let the scoff escape this time, but it wasn’t as aggressive as he wanted it to be.

“I’ve got a metal arm, but I’m still human sir.”

Pierce chuckled to himself, and Bucky wanted to roll his eyes. This man thinks he’s so funny.

“Right. You must never let her leave your sight, if she wants to see her friends— you’ll be seeing them with her. Not that it’s going to be an issue, I don’t think she has many friends… or any.” The boss shrugged, seemingly unconcerned about his daughter.

Bucky nodded, taking everything in.

“You are going to be staying with her in the safe house… well— she thinks it’s just a house but the area is guarded with my men.” He shrugged again. “I’m a successful man and with that comes enemies, people who look for my weaknesses. You know that.”

Bucky gave a tight lipped smile, Pierce so far sounding like a father of the year.

“Now, about my daughter. Her name is (Y/n) (Y/L/n), and she is a handful.” Pierce stated frustratedly. “She’s rude, ungrateful, nasty— and just overall extremely difficult.”

Bucky furrowed his brows, rethinking his decision to be a bodyguard for this girl. Fucking lovely.

“You can now understand why I’m paying you the offered amount. It’s only fair to you, Mr. Barnes. Truthfully, I can’t deal with her anymore. I love her, and she’s my daughter but… It just doesn’t work out with me. I’m a busy man— I don’t have time for brats.” Pierce spat, straightening up and heading back around his desk.

Bucky had already been creating this mental image of you, so far you sounded like a witch. He was not at all ready to be dealing with you 24/7.

“Doesn’t sound like a problem boss, I’m happy to be protecting your daughter. Nobody will lay a hair on her head, I swear on my life.” Bucky promised again, bowing his head slightly.

“Oh I know. If anything happens to her and I find out you were slacking even by an inch… well you’re a smart man, I’m sure you can figure it out.” Pierce warned, and Bucky swallowed at the mere intimidation that laced his voice.

But he would not back down to this challenge, which is how he saw this— not a job.

“That will be all Mr. Barnes, (Y/n) is around here somewhere. Find her and take her home.” He told Bucky, putting on his glasses— focusing on his paperwork.

“Yes sir.”

Bucky nodded and turned to exit the room. He was so confused with the interaction. You’d think someone who hires a bodyguard for their daughter would know where their daughter is. The way he spoke about you was off putting. Bucky didn’t even know you, but it felt wrong to hear someone talk so little about you. What did he know anyway— apparently you were a monster.

He made his way through the building with a swift walk, needing to fulfill his duties and find you quickly. He was on the third floor, about to hit the button to the elevator when he saw a young lady. Despite him wanting to find you all on his own, he got her attention.

“Excuse me,” He waved to her with a fake smile, “Do you know where I can find (Y/n) (Y/L/n)?”

The lady smiled and took Bucky by surprise by laughing. His fake smile vanished immediately, his eyes squinting in a annoyed expression.

“That would be me!” You exclaimed with a warm smile.

Bucky’s eyes widened and he thought for a second he was being fucked with, but after you stayed smiling at him, being as patient as ever— he knew you weren’t joking.

“Uh right… Your dad is Pierce?” He asked hesitantly, keeping his guard up. Still thinking someone was messing with him— testing him.

You nodded slowly, giving him a curious expression. Your smile never wavering.

“Yes, and you are?” You asked so politely.

Bucky shouldn’t of been as shocked as he was but truthfully, he was expecting a demon spawn of a person. Red eyes, withered flowers left in your path, a literal storm cloud floating over you— but you looked so normal. So sweet and pretty. Your hair smelled so strongly of strawberry shampoo, he could catch the scent from his spot. Your voice was like honey, the sound soothing.

He was confused as to why your father thought so wrongly of you. He had too many questions.

He cleared his throat, straightening himself now that he believed you were who he was looking for.

“(Y/n), my name is Mr. Barnes— I’ve been hired as your personal bodyguard.” He informed you, watching the corners of your mouth falter slightly.

“Oh, did my Father hire you?” You asked politely.

“Yes ma’am.”

You nodded your head, attempting to keep a smile on your face. But you couldn’t help the distaste for being given a bodyguard. You knew it was only for the sole purpose, that your Father didn’t want to care for you anymore. He wanted nothing to do with you. That fact was enough to make your nose start to burn, but you held yourself together— not wanting to break down in front of this new guy.

Bucky watched you take in the information, the way you took a deep breath, almost controlling yourself before you spoke again.

“Nice to meet you Mr. Barnes. I’m sure we’re going to be great friends.” You told him.

Bucky shook his head, an annoyed expression etching his face.

“Ma’am, I think we should keep things professional. I have been hired as your bodyguard. Let me do my job, and you can continue with your day as usual. You won’t even know I’m here half the time.” He explained rather harshly.

You seemed taken aback, his words hurting you more than they should’ve. You were lonely, and you thought you’d be able to get a friend out of this situation. Even if he was being hired to hang around you. Luck didn’t seem to be on your side as he told you off. The burning felt stronger in your nose, and you took another deep breath.

Bucky only felt bad for a second, but he was quickly snapping back to reality. It was his life on the line to protect you, and if Bucky was anything— it was that he was good at doing his job. This was business, not playtime.

“I’m here to take you home. Are you ready?” He asked you.

You relaxed your quick beating heart, not even having time to speak with your Father. Not that he’d want to anyway. So much had changed since your Mother passed, you had yet to heal those wounds.

You nodded with a weaker smile, one that didn’t quite reach your eyes. If Bucky had noticed your sudden mood change, he didn’t mention it— instead guiding you outside.

He opened the door to the car that was waiting outside for you, climbing in himself after you were settled.

He started driving to your place, with the help of the car telling him directions.

Meanwhile you gazed out the window, watching the buildings pass by. You forced yourself to keep a small smile on your face, hoping you’d convince yourself that the gesture was genuine if you did it long enough.

Bucky glanced back at you through the rear view mirror from time to time, watching you look out the window. He was still trying to come to terms with how polite you were, how completely opposite you were to your Fathers description.

On one hand it was a relief that he didn’t have to deal with the devil. On the other hand… he was anxious to see where this job would lead him.

A/N: I don’t know what is wrong with me, but suddenly I had this urge to write a bodyguard!bucky fic. let’s be honest, we are all slut’s for bodyguard!bucky 😭 I’m also a whore for the trope grumpy x sunshine 🥰🥴 let me know what you think— this is all word vomit.

#bucky barnes #the winter soldier #marvel cinematic universe #reader insert #sebastian stan #buckybarnes #fluff #marvel imagines #light angst #oneshot #bodyguard bucky barnes #bodyguard au #mob au #grumpy x sunshine #james buchanan barnes #bucky barnes x you #beefy bucky barnes #bucky barnes x y/n #mini series

[lanabuckybarnes]

Kitty Cat

Bucky is compromised during a mission, sending him back into the mindset of the winter soldier. When he makes a break for it he ends up back at your house. Who will help him revert?

The winter soldier is the reason your cats sleep in the bed.

Pairing: Winter soldier (Bucky Barnes) x Reader

Warnings: I swear an awful lot in my writing, so swearing, Winter soldier (he needs a warning), I used DeepL for translation on a single word.

Word count: 1.7k

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The whole mission was a complete and utter shit show, Sam has been injured almost instantaneously and Steve had been reluctant to continue the mission without him.

Bucky on the other hand was keen to get this whole situation over and done with and there was only one way he knew to finish it. He offered himself up to complete the mission alone.

“It’s not happening” Steve shut him down without question, he wouldn’t have another valuable member injured.

“It’ll be quick and simple, especially if I go alone” Bucky was almost pleading with the blonde to let him go.

Truth be told Bucky just wanted home. He was missing the warm atmosphere that surrounded him when he snuggled into his wife and their two cats. They’d been in Budapest for a month tracking the gang and now that they had their scent he wasn’t going to let it go to waste.

“Fine but if it gets hairy you get out” Steve huffed. He knew Bucky was correct, that they’d be here for another long month if they lost this trail.

Bucky should’ve listened to Steve’s words.

The place was empty, eerily empty, far too abandoned to be a base of operations. No, something was up. His eyes squint at the sudden bright light blinking on in the room, the soft buzzing sound coming from it almost doubled due to his enhanced hearing.

Bucky had heard it before he saw it, invading his senses were buzzing, screaming, gunshots. It was a trap and it was working. He could feel his consciousness slipping from him as he kneeled on the floor.

His frame flopped to the side and everything went blank.

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The sound of the door closing softly had pulled you from your sleep, ‘Bucky’s home’ you thought excitedly.

Bucky hadn’t came in to say hello, it was basically tradition now for him to announce his arrival with a peck to your cheek and a groan as he rolled into bed with aching bones.

In fact, there was no sound at all.

“What the hell” you murmured under your breath, flicking your legs out of from under the covers into the cold air and pulling one of Bucky’s oversized graphic shirts over your body.

Making your way down the hall you could see a figure, tall, wide and tussled short hair. It was Bucky.

“Buck?” You throw his name into the silent air. ‘Bucky’ turns his head sharply towards you, icy blue eyes staring at you, through you.

No, not Bucky, your heart fluttered in fear.

You could hear your phone vibrate from the room but his eyes had you glued in place, you could truly see why people quivered in fear of this man even if he was only fixing you with a glare.

The mobile continued to ring, he didn’t move an inch, neither did you. You knew it would be foolish to attempt to run, the knife holstered to his hip would sink through your flesh before you’d even turned in the opposite direction.

Movement from the corner of the room caught his eyes. ‘The cats, shit!’ your mind raced, watching as his eyes turned to them.

“Please, don’t, you stepped forward finally.

He wasn’t paying attention, watching the white ball of fur stretch her back seemingly far more entertaining than your pleas. She meowed at the large figure, stepping from the chair and sauntering over to his thick boots. His eyes never left her, not for a second, even when the she rubbed her fluffed head against his leather clad ankle.

“Кто?” (Who?) his low voice was almost hard to hear with his head facing the ground but you caught it.

“Alpine” the white ball of fluff perked at the sound of her name before continuing her onslaught of his boots, tiny paws scratching at the toes.

“Alpine” he tried the name on his own tongue, it sounded nice, it sounded familiar.

Just as he was getting familiar with the small white cat another, much darker one plopped down from the same chair. He glanced up at you with question dancing through his orbs.

“Zanzibar”. The black cat seemed wary of his threatening presence, choosing to observe him from a distance rather than join his white friend.

The Winter Soldier, you’d heard so much about him. A killer, an emotionless assassin who would end life without a question. Age? it didn’t matter when you were his mission you weren’t getting out alive, those icy blue eyes freezing you in your spot would be the last thing you’d see before your death.

This wasn’t the man you saw standing in your sitting room, the man you saw was cautious, almost scared to make movement. He may have been a killer, but not now, not as his body crouched down to pet the white cats head with a gloved hand, not while he picked the bundle of fur up in his large hands and into his arms.

He was human.

A pained groan pulled you from your thoughts. Looking at him you watched as he clutched a free hand to his head, his body swaying slightly.

“Are you ok?” You stepped forwards instinctively, placing a hand on his metal arm, as if it were your husband.

“Come on sit” you pushed his large frame to the chair, his body sinking into the comfy material with a thump. His breathing had quickened, the pain in his head increasing. Like someone was crawling up along his neck to the front of his skull, their fingers digging deep into his brain. The cats, seemingly unbothered by his pain perched themselves around his wide body.

Watching him, you could tell he was going faint. His skin had paled to a sickly white, those ‘emotionless’ hues of blue dulling with sleep and his muscles relaxed— you had to get him to bed before he woke up with a stiff neck and an attitude.

“Bucky?” You tried softly but received no response from the barely conscious human, you were out of ideas, no one had told you how to address him in this state of mind. In your defence no one had anticipated this situation at all. Suddenly it clicked.

“Soldat” you spoke more firmly this time, it was almost scary how quickly his head bobbed up at the name— the dark look accompanying the Winter Soldier fought tooth and nail to return to his eyes but he was losing.

Your soft hands wrapped around the tough vibrainum cautiously, hoping that he didn’t swing around and grab at your throat. “Bed, Soldat”

He grunted, wobbling to his feet. But not before grabbing both cats in his meaty arms. Despite neither of them being very small he made them look like balls of soot or dust in his embrace— it was quite endearing to watch as he stomped into your room behind you.

You let him walk past you as you shut the door of the master bedroom, quickly jumping into the bathroom to splash some water on your face and pet down your disheveled hair. You had to be dreaming, right? There was no way such a thoughtless man would spare you and the lives of your kittens, yet he treated them as his own. The cold shock soaking your face confirmed, or rather confused you, you couldn’t believe that you were thinking of how much a dream would make more sense than what was going on now.

Your questions only deepen when you emerged from the joint bathroom and gazed over to their large bed. The Winter Soldier, sprawled across the white silk— boots and all. On his chest lay Alpine, her small paws stretched over who she thought was her daddy’s chest, the black kitty rested curled on his side beside Bucky’s, no, the Soldat’s meaty thigh with his large palm resting on top of the cat like it was a blanket.

You weren’t getting any sleep in the bed now.

As you admired the sight before you, stealing a few pictures for evidence, a knock came from their front door. You froze, looking over the soft features of the Soldat’s face, looking to see if he’d heard it too. Thankfully whatever had happened to him in your living room had knocked him out.

When you got to the door Sam and Steve busted in, dressed head to toe in their costumes.

“Where is he?” Steve questioned, a phone in hand with a small red dot in the centre. They’d tracked Bucky’s phone to find him here.

“He’s in the bedroom” you replied before squeaking and reaching out to grab at Sam, you’d noticed his body turn in that direction. You had to stop him.

“He’s under control”, you breathed, trying to stop yourself from becoming too loud. Both men’s faces contorted in bewilderment. The Winter Soldier? Surely you’d witnessed the same brutality they had.

“What are you talking about?” Sam found his words first, shrugging off your tight grasp and folding his arms under his pecs.

“I don’t know what happened but… he saw the cats and just broke down” you stumbled, trying to find the correct words to describe what you’d witnessed, even if in truth there was nothing to describe what you saw.

“What?”. Steve couldn’t help the way his words laced with doubt, you couldn’t blame him. Maybe he thought you were trying to protect the Winter soldier, or protect them from him.

“I’m not joking”, she retorted then your eyes widened along with your smile. The photos. Yanking the phone from out of nowhere, the first thing that pops up was the picture you’d just taken before they arrived

Sure enough, Bucky’s body lay sleeping on his back; legs and arms spread wide with a kitty close by and the other sprawled out over his abdomen.

“Well I’ll be damned” Sam whispered, Steve didn’t even have the processing power to shout at him for his language.

After that night, Bucky had finally awoke. You’d explained the whole situation and let his soft fingers trail over your body to confirm the Winter Soldier did not harm you, then the teasing began.

The joke would forever be on you though. The cats had finally got a taste of the bed and they weren’t prepared to give it up so easily, the Winter Soldier had indeed harmed you in one way— he’d harmed your inability to sleep close to your man without both cats slotting themselves somewhere they didn’t belong.

-

Hello!! I’m back with more fluff before I dump all my smut on you again.

The first part of this had been sitting in my drafts for about a month and I finally got round to finishing it.

I hope you enjoyed.

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[buckyalpine]

The wait way universe. The one where they get married.

Ohh god it is perfect.

Please say you will write more of this?

I am begging you.

Need more of the baby.

And all the group together having fun family nights.

Another baby maybe? ;)

Aunts and uncles fighting to hold the baby.

Bucky and the reader being told the baby moved the hammer and thor really presenting him with a mini hammer?

Also I love love love love love uncle Tony’s nickname for the baby. Mini terminator love it.

Happy squealing baby is so cute.

I just love it. So much.

I will beg for more. I will. I love it. I love your writing. I love how you write the characters.

Oh god I would kill to see protective avengers. Maybe someone takes the reader and the baby, oh and even more so the reader is pregnant. :0 dun dun dun…. Protective angry Bucky, Steve, Tony,Sam ,Nat, Wanda, Bruce etc

OKAY YES. I'm here for PROTECTIVE AVENGERS OVER ALL THE BABY BUCKIES AND HIS ANGEL. You can read this piece as a stand alone. I added the links for other parts if you want to read it but you don't have to. We're all here for what happens when you mess with Bucky's family.

Wait, what?

Wait, what? 2

I do (again) Wait, what? 3

Wait, what? More Babies?

Competitive God Fathers

-

You smiled to yourself, carefully adding the last piece of tape to Bucky's gift, tying a perfect bow around the wrapped box before hiding it in the closet. Bucky was due to come back soon and while you missed him like crazy, his absence made it easier for you to get his surprise together. Over the last few weeks, you'd felt more tired than usual along with feeling tender and crampy. One trip to the pharmacy, a pregnancy test and a positive result later, you'd bought a custom onesie with Baby Barnes Jr #4 printed on the front.

You hoped Bucky would enjoy the surprise you were growing in your belly, especially considering how often he kept insisting he wanted just one more, adding to your growing family with Steve Jr who had just turned 5 and your 3 year old twins Samantha and Nathaniel. You hid the present under the bed before going to the playroom to tuck your littles ones into bed, the three of them unusually quiet compared to their usual mischief.

"C'mon munchkins" You smiled at the sight before you with Stevie sprawled on a large bean bag, his brother and sister on tucked on either side, their big brother reading to them while they intently looked at the pictures. "Bed time for you babies"

"Will daddy be home soon?" Samantha asked with a pout, a complete daddy's girl just like you, tucking her face into your neck as you scooped her up along with Nathaniel while Steve followed promptly behind.

"Of course bub, he'll be here first thing in the morning" You assured her, kissing her forehead before tucking her into bed followed by the other little one. "Good night loves" You turned off the lights before going back to your room where you knew Stevie was waiting with his favorite book, ready for a bedtime story. It was a special bonding time you always made sure to have with him, not wanting you first baby boy to feel like he was no longer one of your favorites after the twins were born.

"What did you pick tonight baby" You got under the covers, fluffing the pillows and propping them up while Stevie snuggled up beside you, plopping a book about science onto your lap. You chuckled at the nerdy side he'd gotten from his dad, reading through scientific discoveries that were made in the last century and theories that were still being tested. He listened with wide eyes until they grew heavy, eventually falling asleep on your lap, not having the slightest clue you'd carried him to bed and tucked him in with a kiss to his cheek. "Sleep tight my sweet boy"

You slipped back under the covers, grabbing a book for yourself while occasionally running your hands over your belly, soaking in the quiet night before the team arrived after their latest mission.

It wasn't often that the compound was empty; few missions required all hands on deck but this was one of them. You'd received a message from FRIDAY informing you the jet would be landing in a few hours and that no medical assistance would be required because no one had sustained major injures. It was the sole reason you were able to relax so easily, happy waiting for your husbands arrival so you could tell him the good news.

You settled comfortably under the covers until a faint sound from the common room pulled you from your book again. FRIDAY would have alerted you if the jet was approaching and you would've definitely heard the sound of the engine approaching anyway.

But was still eerily quiet.

Then you heard something again.

You were sure it was nothing but you pressed the button under the bedside table that locked and secured the rooms of the little ones just to be safe. Tony had added additional security for their rooms in case of emergencies, with 4 different operating systems working at once. Absolutely nothing would happen to his godchildren under his roof.

It was probably nothing.

Still.

You grabbed the knife you kept hidden behind the headboard, tucking in under the waistband of you sleep shorts before making your way down, reprimanding yourself for being paranoid over what was probably just sounds of the plumbing and vents creaking in the middle of the night.

The halls were clear, easing some of your nerves as you continued to the common room where you heard the sound. The hairs on your neck stood up when you saw the glow of the kitchen light turned on, grabbing your knife, only to find one of the new agents sitting at the kitchen island, sipping on a coffee.

"Annabeth?" Your brows were knitted together, discreetly slipping the knife away, wondering how she'd gotten into the main floor of the compound when it was restricted to others after a certain time.

"Hey y/n" She gave you a sleepy smile while you watched her warily, "Couldn't sleep. Hope you don't mind, just wanted to grab a mug before heading back to trainee wing"

"Yeah, its fine" You spoke slowly, something still not sitting right with you though you didn't show it.

"How come you're still up, waiting for Sergeant Barnes?" There was something sinister in the sweetness of her voice, cocking her head while you hummed in response, stomach churning. "You're both so cute together you know. It's nice to see how his life has come together after all he's been through as the asset"

"Excuse me?" Your eyes grew wide, heart hammering against your chest, it was rare for anyone to refer to Bucky as the asset. Most referred to him as the winter soldier, even soldat, only those deep in Hdyra had called him-

"We want our asset back" She whispered, cracking a smirk and nodding to someone behind you. Before you could turn around, a large form grasped your body, slamming a hand over your mouth muffling your screams. You didn't have any time to react, feeling a pinch to your neck and slipping into darkness immediately after.

-

Bucky stretched with a sleepy yawn as the jet began its descent, already waiting at the doors and ready to hop out and see his wife and babies. He smiled at the thought of them all safely tucked into bed, sleeping soundly while you probably tried to stay up with a book. He always found you dozed off, book loosely falling from your hand, still propped up against the bed every time you waited for him. Didn't matter not how many times he told you to just go to bed. You always stayed up till you saw he was safe and sound.

Sam helped Bucky put away his equipment so he could get to you faster, everyone smiling watching the soldier dash off, running to his family.

"It's nice to see him like this" Nat nodded, trudging with the rest as they entered the compound, nothing amiss while they went to the conference room.

"He deserves it" Steve smiled, happy his best friend finally had what he'd always dreamt of. A wife. Kids. A safe home for them.

Bucky made his way over to see his little ones first, stopping in front of the heavily decorated door, covered with Captain America and Iron Man posters, courtesy of the two Godfathers competing for #1. Bucky smiled, turning the knob, only to find it locked shut, which was odd considering the only way to lock the door was if the security system had been activated.

He shook his head, frowning as he made his way to your shared bedroom instead, figuring it was a glitch or mistake. He got a sinking feeling in his stomach seeing the door open ajar, with the lamp turned on, your book set aside but you were nowhere to be seen.

"Baby?" Bucky called out, struggling to keep his panic at bay when the bathroom was empty, as was the closet. "Sweetheart?"

He called down the hall way a little louder before jogging to the kitchen but there had been no sign of you there when he'd entered. He started to move quicker, running back to disable to security system, breathing a sigh of relief to find all three little ones still sleeping soundly. He softly shut the door before immediately going to the conference room.

"Y/n, has anyone seen her?" He hoped to see you sitting with the others but he was filled with dread when the others shook their head in confusion. "She's-she's not in her room. I've checked everywhere, the security system was activated for the kids' room, she wouldn't leave the compound around this hour, somethings wrong"

No one asked questions, immediately jumping into action; Tony starts to comb through security from the time they left while Nat double checks every floor and room, just to be safe. Steve and Sam help Bucky look over your bedroom for any signs of a struggle. He ran his hand along the areas they'd hidden weapons, his stomach dropping when he felt the empty space behind the headboard.

"She took the knife" Bucky swallowed thickly while Sam and Steve shared concerned glances.

"Look, she's strong Buck, whatever it is, we'll find her" Steve insisted while Bucky continued to look, checking under the bed where he'd kept a pistol, nothing out of the ordinary except-

He frowned, seeing a little gift bag hidden underneath, newly packed with a gold bow placed on top. He picked it up, brows knitted together as he pulled away the tissue paper, feeling soft material tucked at the bottom of the bag. He took it out, heart splitting into two at the words written on the little onesie,

"Fuck!" A broken sob pulled Sam and Steve from their search, finding Bucky slumped by the edge of the bed.

"Buck?" they shared concerned glances seeing him holding something small in his hands, clutching it tightly to his chest.

"She's-she's pregnant" Bucky whispered, tears welling in his eyes holding the tiny jumpsuit in his hands, his heart couldn't take it-

"Barnes, we have something!" Tony's voice echoed through the coms, the three men running back to the conference room where Tony had pulled the footage from you in the kitchen. Bucky watched in silence, jaw clenched seeing the new agent use a stolen keycard to sneak into the compound with a Hydra agent, the two of them quietly waiting for you to come down.

He had to keep from smashing the TV, watching the man grab you from behind, injecting you with something before carelessly carrying you off like ragdoll, his heart aching, wishing he'd gotten home sooner. All voices around him drowned out to a faint buzz, the sounds of Tony and Steve giving out commands all muffled as if they were underwater.

"We have the coordinates locked, everyone down down to the jet, remember your positions.

It was like a switch was flipped.

"Cap and I clear the entry ways, Nat, Clint, follow behind, Sam, surveillance from the top. Barnes, you just have to get y/n"

The former young husband and father who sat with tears streaming down his cheeks was replaced with a man who knew no remorse. No guilt. No sense of right or wrong.

"Barnes"

Steve knew of this man well.

"Barnes?"

The one they called the Winter Soldier.

-

"Baby" Bucky whispered, scooping his sleepy eldest son in his arms before striding over to the twins bed, tucking them in together. "Daddy's gotta go another mission but we'll be back soon, alright?"

Steve could sense something was wrong, the strain in his fathers voice making him worry.

"Again?" He asked while Samantha and Nathaniel stirred slightly, trying to tuck themselves into their daddy's warmth. "Where's mama?" He asked with a tiny whisper having heard the commotion outside of the room, his hearing enhancing more and more each day. Bucky swallowed thickly while Steve stepped into the room to check on his best friend, his heart breaking over the three little ones clinging onto him.

"We're going to get her, promise bub" Buck kissed their heads, grabbing their favorite stuffies to cuddle with.

"Let me see my favorite little soldiers" Steve strode over, giving them a brave smile. "We'll be back before you know it"

"Will mama be okay?" Nathanial whispered, grabbing onto Steve's wrist before he could leave, tears streaming down his little chubby cheek.

"Of course" Steve reassured him, kissing his forehead and tucking him back into bed, "We'll never let anything happen to your mama"

That was a promise.

-

"Oh fuck" Clint snorted to himself watching the black mask that had been locked away for good slip over Bucky's face, his usual leather jacket replaced with a thick black tactical vest, straps running across his chest.

"They're fucked, aren't they" Sam whispered to Tony as he put his suit on, the glancing over to the stone cold brunette who sat in silence, finger resting on the trigger. Like he doesn't actually need us"

"We're really just going for moral support, also no one hurts our y/n" Tony whispered back. The teams full focus was getting you back along with keeping your babies safe; Pepper had come to look after the littles ones till you were found safe and sound. While the team was fully ready to take apart anyone that tried to hurt you. It was more that evident Bucky wouldn't have a problem taking hydra apart by himself but they wouldn't let him go alone.

Bucky didn't speak a word as soon as the jet hit the ground hitting his targets from 100's of feet away, each bullet landing right between their eyes.

"...Did you know he could do that?" Sam called from the coms, watching agents drop while he flew across the top of the base. Tony blasted the front of the doors while Steve cleared the hall way, throwing his shield, knocking down three men that guarded the wing.

"Looks like she's down in the cells" Sam called, looking at where the heat signals were coming from. Bucky made his way down the sterile hallway, red lights suddenly flashing above when a woman charged towards him.

"Welcome back soldat" Annabeth sauntered, blocking the doors to where you were being held with a satisfied smirk on her face. "We knew you'd come back. We missed you-

"Oh, I'm gonna have fun with this" Nat smirked, stepping in front of Bucky and grabbing Annabeth by her hair, dragging her off to a corner before throwing a punch to her jaw.

Bucky continued, slamming the lab doors open, his eyes landing onto your tied up form, strapped onto the very same chair he'd been tied to every time he'd been wiped. He didn't give anyone a second to think, killing those closest to him while the others tried to escape.

"You wanted me back, didn't you" Bucky's voice was a low growl as he stepped over the bodies he shot down before running to save you. "Well, I'm back"

The ones that ran off didn't get too far, making it out of the lab, only to be met with a very angry Steve and Tony.

"You don't hurt my fucking bestfriend" Steve gritted, slamming the agent to the floor before grabbing another and throwing him to Tony.

"You are not taking away my turn at being a God father" Sam grabbed another that tried to hide behind the rubble, swooped up to the ceiling, dangling to agent in the air for a while before letting him drop. Bucky was by your side in an instant, cutting off the straps that bound your arms together.

"Baby?" Bucky scooped you up in his arms, cradling your body to his chest, his hand gently brushing your cheek. "You okay sweetheart?"

"Bucky!" You cried out, clinging onto him, trembling while he kissed you before protectively covering your face from the bloody trail he left behind him. "You're here"

"M'taking you home baby, c'mon" Bucky whispered against your hair, carrying you tucked against him with your legs wrapped tightly around his waist, breathing in his scent. "I got you babygirl, it's okay"

"I was so scared" Bucky held onto you tightly on the ride back, he had never felt relief like this, his heart finally calming down. "M'so sorry sweet girl"

"S'not your fault baby" you whispered back, smiling when you felt a kiss to the back of your head.

"Glad you're okay sweetheart" Steve gave you a squeeze before leaving you and Bucky to have your privacy again, staying near the front with the rest of the team, watching over Annabeth, who had been captured for questioning. Once you'd reached the compound, you were greeted with proper hugs and kisses from the others, hearing the pitter patter of little feel seconds later.

"MAMAA" Your babies ran to you, climbing up your leg until they were all properly snuggled against you, refusing to let go until they were sure you were perfectly safe.

"Daddy and your aunts and uncles rescued me, see? I'm all okay" You reassured them while they looked at you intently, checking over you the same way you did whenever they had a fall. Once they were satisfied that you were okay, they let their daddy take you away to get cleaned up while it was Tony's turn to read them a bedtime story even if it was nearing morning.

-

"Right where you belong" Bucky smiled, wrapping his arm around your waist after you'd both showered, foregoing clothes as you climbed into bed, snuggled over the covers. He spooned you from behind, the feel of his warm bare skin comforting you.

"I love you so much angel" He pressed a soft kiss against your shoulder, eyes brightening when he remembered the little present he'd found earlier. His hand slipped down to softly brush over your tummy. "Both of you" He playfully whispered, smiling at your soft gasp as you wiggled to turn around and face him, growing bashfully shy when he pulled the tiny jumpsuit he'd kept on his pillow.

"Was there something you wanted to tell me mama?"

"Think you're ready for a 4th?" You giggled, burying your face into his chest while he grinned, peppering your face with kisses till you squealed.

"M'ready for a 5th and 6th if you'd let me angel" Bucky smirked, playfully nipping your jaw before shuffling down to rest his head on your tummy, kissing your soft skin while you carded your fingers through his hair. "but I can't wait to meet this little one first"

-

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[blue-sadie]

Blood Waterfall

Stephen Strange, Loki Laufeyson, Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers, Peter Parker

How they are when your on your period

Stephen Strange

He is a doctor so he has everything you need and knows what's good for you and what isn't, he follows a more homoeopathic medicine he doesn't like giving you pain killers unless very necessary, if he upsets you he'll begrudgingly get you your favorite take out.

He does keep a snack draw next to your bed with your favorite snacks he doesn't deprave you that much he just makes you drink herble tea before bed every night.

For comfort he makes sure that all the blankets are washed and clean that the pillows are fluffed and there's a few extra next to the bed so it's easier for you to grab but he makes sure you spend at least 2 hours a day out and about.

At bed time he sit and read for a few hours while you cuddle into his body for warmth as he rubs your back aimlessly and when it's time for bed he'll spoon you keeping the blankets around the both of you.

Loki Laufeyson

He doesn't really know how to help you other then what his mom has taught him, he'll hesitantly follow your instructions with a lot of snarky comments but if he makes you upset he'll shut up and do everything you ask.

He'll make people get your favorite snacks and food while he goes on with causing trouble on earth but once in a while he'll get you your favorite dessert from one of the restaurants you liked from your guys date.

He makes sure everything is too your liking, he makes sure the servants are extra thorough when making your bed and makes sure you have the finest mattress, pillows and duvets.

He'll hesitate to cuddle you or sleep in the same bed as you, he knows he's cold to the touch and that you need warmth to help with your cramps bit if you force him into the bed you'd have to pull him to cuddle you.

Bucky Barnes

He'll Google what you'd need, he'll be somewhat anxious around you because he's afraid he'll do something wrong, he'll repeat what you ask of him to you to make sure he heard you right and if he makes you cry he'll buy you the biggest teddy bear he could find.

He'll buy a trolley full of snacks to keep you happy dam he'll eat them with you while you binge your favorite Disney films or he'll take you out to nice restaurants to get you out of the house.

He'll try and make your bed and couch the comfiest thing you've ever layed upon he'll form a kinda of nest for you with blankets and pillows and he'll make sure you have his nice hoodie on.

He likes to cuddle you he'll just get a tad extra clingy when your on your period he doesn't like it when your in pain and he'll do his best to distract you.

Steve Rogers

He has a lot of things on hand, since he's started dating you he keeps stuff packed, pain killers, pads, tampons etc he just likes being prepared, when you have mood swings he makes you popcorn and watches your favorite movies.

He buys somewhat healthier snacks but still has a few unhealthy ones for when your craving them, he likes cooking for you as well and likes it when you help him like cutting the veggies or just sitting on the counter spending time with him.

He got you an electric blanket to keep you warm when he's not there, he makes sure everything is easier accessible for you and all the blankets in the household are on your draws in the bedroom so you know where to find them if your cold.

He cuddles you every chance he got with its on the couch in bed or even if your standing doing something he'll hug you from behind and cuddle his head into your neck whispering sweet praises into your ear.

Peter Parker

He gets stuff from his aunt, she gives him advice and explains things that you are to nervous to tell him, he keeps a small pouch of pads, tampons and a thing of pain killers in his bag incase you start at school, with your mood swings he doesn't know what to do so he'll just stand there into you tell him what to do.

He himself has a secret stash in his room he just adds your favorites into it but if he runs out he'll make a quick swing to the convenience store to buy some more and stop at a bakery on the way back with your favorite dessert.

He gives you his hoodies to keep you warm buys a few blankets to keep in his room just for your use and gets you hot water bottle to keep your stomach heated.

He's always cuddling you whether it's while you doing homework or he's playing video games he's always near you and keeps you close to him even more so when your on your period because he knows heat helps and he's like a heater.

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[noctumbra]

          𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧: 𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥 

summary ─ dry spell does wonders, apparently. 

pairing ─ needy!bucky barnes x reader

warnings ─ dirty talk, implied oral sex (f receiving), needy bucky is a warning itself, kissing, petting

It was true that you were making him wait for the sex for the past month you have started dating. His reputation as the fuckboy had come to an end, you teased him when he first asked you out, and he responded you with a playful scoff and a ‘right’. So, now you were making him pay for that answer.

You were out for drinks with your friends. All of you went through a hard and very busy working week and wanted to relax a little. Steve and Natasha were having a drink off, with vodka ─which was a terrible idea for Steve’s sake because no one ever beat Natasha before. Sam and Thor were talking about which beer was the best, Clint, Bruce and Tony were having a heated talk about… fashion.

And Bucky was… Well, he was busy begging.

“Baby,” he was saying into your ear.  “When can I touch you, hm? Why don’t you let me touch you, let me make you feel good? I’m good at making people feel good, c’mon.” You were acting like you weren’t listening to him while every word that came out of his mouth was making your panties wetter. Ugh.

“Shut up, Barnes,” you told him. “I know exactly how you’re so good at making people feel good.” Bucky whimpered. He shuffled even closer to you.

“You’re not lettin’ me please you, honey,” he said. “If you just let me put my mouth on you, you’ll know what I mean.” He pressed a kiss on your cheek, then your jaw and neck. “Just let me taste you, hm? We don’t have to do something for me, but I just wanna taste.” You looked at him, and. Fuck him, he was using the power of his puppy eyes. Ughhh.

“No,” you told him. He whimpered again.

“Please?” He continued to press. “Just a taste? I’m hungry, love, so hungry, I wanna be full.”

Oh, goddammit. He was turning you on, making you wetter by each passing second and his words were getting to you. Fucking shit.

“I said no,” you said again, but your voice came out weaker than before. Bucky immediately caught it. He kissed your neck again as his right hand rested on your thigh, but slowly inching upward.

“I love eating pussy,” he whispered in your ear. You barely surpassed a shiver. “I love tasting that yummy juice you make only for me. I love it when it gets extra messy.” He nipped your earlobe. His slick lips were brushing against your jaw. “Wanna sit on my face? Go ahead, baby, you won’t hear any complaints from me. I love getting my face sat on.” He brushed his nose on your cheek. “I’ll just hold your hips tight and pull’em down, make you ride my face hard and make you come screaming my name.”

Your breath hitched at the image in your head. Bucky smirked and pressed his fingers on your covered core under the table.

“Love,” he whispered. “We don’t even have to go home, I can taste you right there,” he said, eyes pointing the bathroom. You looked at him. Your body was on fire, and you knew then and there that you were going to give in to him tonight.

Fuck him, you thought. That was what you were going to do. You smirked at him.

“Meet me there in five, no earlier no later,” you whispered him and excused yourself from the table. Your friends dismissed you with a wave of their hands, not caring about where you were going. You made your way to the bathroom and thanked your lucky stars that it was a singular one instead of with stalls.

You freshened up while waiting for him. You washed your face, dabbed some toilet paper into the water and wiped up your armpits and your private area just in case. Just as you where fluffing your hair up a bit, you heard a sharp knock on the door. You opened it just a bit and once you saw Bucky, you just dragged him inside from the collars of his t-shirt.

Bucky blindly locked the door behind you as he brought your lips together for a filthy kiss. You threw your arms around him and kissed him back as passionately as he was. His arms wrapped around your waist, and you were pulled closer to him. You could feel his hard-on, the bulge in front of his pants, and you moaned.

“Baby,” he gasped. Then, he scooped you up, placed you right next to the sink and stepped between your legs. “Gonna lemme taste you here?” He asked. His voice now got that sexy rasp going on. You nodded. “You gonna lemme make you come finally?” You nodded again. Growling lightly, he kissed you. His hands made a quick work of pulling you off the counter, getting rid of your pants and underwear before helping you got situated on your old position again.

He dropped to his knees, not caring about the dirt on the ground, and placed his big paws on your thighs. He spread them and moaned. “Lookit that pretty thing,” he whimpered. “’s so wet,” he said. “You gonna feed me so well, honey.”

You hummed, approving. “Eat it away until you’re full, pup,” you whispered. Groaning one last time, Bucky dove right the fuck in. You bit your bottom lip to keep that loud gasp and moan in. It would be embarrassing to get caught. Especially when you finally let Bucky touch you.

Bucky let out an appreciative groan as he licked your juices, tasting and cleaning, all the while his nose kept nudging your clit. You sighed out a moan and slid your hand into his hair, pulling and petting them. Bucky nipped on the skin of your inner thigh.

“Bucky…” You softly moaned. He answered you with slipping the tip of his tongue into you. Your hold tightened in his hair. “Oh, shit, you gonna ruin every other people for me,” you whispered. He pulled back to look at you.

“Damn fuckin’ right I will,” he growled. A possessive spark went off in his dark eyes. “’s cute that you think I’ll let you go to some other man now that I’ve tasted you,” he added. Your breath hitched. Bucky smirked. “That’s right. We’re not gonna leave the bed for a couple of days when we go home. Hope you did your grocery shopping.”

“Oh fuck,” you said. His smirk widened and expression got darken.

“Oh fuck, indeed, baby.”

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes au #bucky barnes imagines #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes angst #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes x you #bucky x you #full

[mad-maximoff]

When We Met

Wanda Maximoff X G!P Reader 18+!!

Summary: You were invited but to a join a party at the new Avengers compound. You locked eyes with a certain Scarlet Witch

Warnings:(Female Reader has a pen!s) drunk sex, wlw, sloppy bj, unprotected sex, ejaculation

Word Count: 4.1 k

(I haven't written a fanfic with dicks in a LONG time! Almost 7 years lol! So I apologize if it isn't good.) :) <3 Enjoy!

Part 2 is here

It was never in your nature to come to these sorts of things. Though, one never passes an invitation from Tony Stark. Or else you’d get pestered by him relentlessly. You couldn’t figure out what to wear, but it had to be something formal. Not wedding-worthy, but drunk picture worthy where you still look hot as you’re a complete drunk mess. You wore a brownish-grey suit, with a sheer lace button-up top underneath. You allowed your bare skin to catch the air cooling yourself. You paired the outfit with some layered gold necklaces to liven it up. With your enhanced abilities, you had some things bigger than other women. Though, when you were so ‘happily bestowed’ onto you, there were some minor cons to the reality stone touching your civilian skin. Yes, you became stronger than a common super-soldier, and fight the Hulk family and live to tell the tale. The con is the extra appendage you weren’t born with. It was huge, frankly, everything about you was huge but the thing that hung between your legs made you feel like a real freak. 

You shook the thought away, fluffing the silk pants away from your skin, overthinking the inseam of your pants hugging your unwanted “third leg” too tight. 

You were in the main entrance in the front of the Avengers compound finishing off your smoke. Everyone was like cattle herding into the main doors leading into the party. You weren’t too fond of crowds, thinking everyone was staring at you. Your face was feminine but your shoulders down looked like a man's body. You looked like Bucky Barnes with tits. Or that’s what you thought.

“Oh miss Y/n! Fuck finally! Some real people to hang out with!” Kate sat slumped over on the couch, already drunk even when the party had just begun. She wasn’t wearing anything special, just a pair of ripped jeans and her white long-sleeved she always wear saying “лайка”. 

you were kicking yourself in the ass for dressing up. Until you noticed everyone but Kate was wearing something formal.

Yelena stood behind the bar with Tony mixing drinks. Yelena scoffed handing you a beer. 

“Da, Y/n. I’m quite pleased you are here. Kate is a fucking lightweight when it comes to drinking.” Her back turned to nudge Tony as he cleaned glasses. You noticed she forgot to open your beer. You looked around making sure no one was watching as you intertwined your index and your middle finger around the cap lifting it lightly making a popping noise.  

“Y/n. Come now. You don’t have to feel embarrassed about your strength. Buck and I can do that easily.” Steve stood behind you clinking your beer to his. You both took a swig each before finally finishing the conversation. 

“Oh, I’m not ashamed, Steve. I just don’t want to freak anyone out when if I accidentally shatter the bottle. You can control your strength. Sometimes I can’t.” Your fingers clung around the shaft of the bottle. You broke out in a tiny sweat, feeling your chest burn from the inside out. 

"If it happens, it happens Y/n. Accidents happen. We all know you're trying your best." Steve's hand pressed gently on your shoulder, walking off in front of you to join Natasha. You shrugged quitely chuckling to yourself. You followed along standing in front of Kate trying to lift her face off the pillow. "Come one champ! Let's get you sitting straight up huh?" You tried not to move her forcefully, but strong enough to move her body straight up. 

"Come on Y/n! Let's get fucked up!" Kate leaped up to her feet head-butting your collarbone. "No, no. How about I get you some water and sit your ass back down." You grabbed her shoulders sitting her back on the couch. "No! Fuck that! Let's get white girl wasted!" You had to laugh at her state. You've seen her drunk but never this out of it. You had to think of a plan so she wouldn't get sick. You darted to the bar whisking two shot glasses and a bottle of water. You poured the water into the shot glasses, running back to Kate. "Okay, Katey-baby. You wanna drink? Fine here you go!" Kate's hand slurred trying to latch onto the shot glass, finally, however, she gripped the glass throwing the water back. You drank yours slowly making sure Kate didn't notice. "Hell yeah! That went down fine! Give me another!" You turned ripping the water label off and pouring more into her glass. You heard a laugh behind you. You cocked your head around noticing a brunette wearing a white ruffled bustier cami dress, with black heels. She wasn't laughing over someone else saying something, she was laughing at you. You raised an eyebrow towards her which made her grin. She glided across the floor to the couch you were planted on with Kate. 

"Hey there! You wanna little help with this one?" She reached over to Kate's ponytail tightening the elastic. "Help with what Wanda? I'm fantastic! Y/n L/n, this is the beautiful Wanda Maximoff!" Kate tilted her head up to stare at the beautiful brunette. Her lips raised ear to ear, her lips were glossy. "You're too cute Kate." She made her way around the couch sitting next to Kate. "Hi, Y/n. Nice to meet you. Are you having fun babysitting Kate?" 

"Likewise, not really, but I've never seen her this bad. Yelena got ahold of her before I did." You flexed your hand seeing all the veins pop, clenching your knuckles under the gold ring on your middle finger. You seemed nervous speaking to Wanda but it wasn't hard. She was beautiful, yes, and you loved being around beautiful women like her. You loved women but it was hard to explain to women why you have a real dick. 

She laughed again flashing a pair of red eyes instead of green. "Oh yes, Yelena can be very heavy-handed with the booze. How did you meet the gang? You seem like a normal girl, with a little secret." Little secret? What secret? Can she tell? Is there an imprint? You glanced down quickly to see the crotch area, looking back at her. "Secret? Me? Haha, never. I met with Steve when he was searching for Bucky. I touched the reality stone and fucked with my entire genetic makeup completely." You laughed awkwardly seeing Wanda knew you did in fact have something to hide. Yelena came out of nowhere as she stood in front of us waiting for us to finish our conversation. Wanda broke her red-eyed contact with you returning to green to see Yelena. "What you want Maximoff? You want another beer Y/n? I told Barton to collect Kate Bishop so you won't be taking care anymore." She scoffed nudging Kate, taking the shot glasses away. Kate was passed out quite snoring in the middle of the couch.

"I'll have champagne." 

"Yeah, I'll take another beer, Yelena." You fidgeted your watch flexing your bicep, looking around the room and seeing it fill up quickly. 

                               ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Clint picked up Kate after a while of you and Wanda chatted. The party was intensely loud almost making it extremely hard to hear Wanda. The coffee table in front of you was surrounded by empty glasses and beer bottles. You both were getting drunk, the stone didn't affect you as the super-soldier serum did to Steve and Bucky. You can get drunk like a normal person. The only plus was you didn't get hungover. Wanda was warming up to you really quick. The spot where Kate sat was vacant with you and Wanda touching thigh to thigh. Her hand became accustomed to grazing your thigh ever so often. Her hand clenched, nails digging in lightly. It made you jump every time her hand went higher up your leg. 

"Funny. I touched the mind stone and it intensified my powers. My telekinesis, energy manipulation, and some form of neuroelectric interfacing, as Banner calls it. I just called it a burden." Wanda adjusted her body shifting her knees to touch your thigh. Her hand draped behind you against the back of the couch, as her other hand laid gently on your chest. You tried to stay calm feeling a warm sensation boil in the pit of your stomach. 

"Yeah it's a little crazy I guess, but at least you can hide your powers. I open a bottle the wrong way and it shatters. You get a lot of weird looks when your this big and still have boobs." You laughed sipping the last little bit of your final beer of the night. Wanda bit her lip softly staring you down. 

"I don't see that as a bad thing Y/n. You just haven't learnt how to manage your day-to-day with it. At least you weren't taken by HYDRA agents to be their main defence." Wanda hiccuped holding her free hand in front of her mouth. She reached in front of herself grabbed her glass, pulling it back. She looked down at the empty glass almost upset. "Uh oh, my drink's empty. I'm getting more. I'll get you another detka?" She arose softly adjusting her dress over her ass. You took a glance quickly trying not to seem noticeable. Her skin was perfect. Her ass was tight seemly not hugging anything underneath. Was she not wearing panties? You thought. Or a thong you didn't notice. You had to stop thinking like that though, you wouldn't want her to return and you were half mass. You'd be too ashamed. You're always uncomfortable with your little friend. You felt so disgusted by it that you never touched yourself. It's been months. You felt bent up but you didn't want to release. You felt wrong too. 

Wanda returned with a bottle of champagne and beer. You thought you were done for the night, but watching Wanda walk back to you made you reconsider. She gave you an exciting smile scrunching her nose tightly. You laughed at the sight of her feet fumbling about. All of these drinks must have gotten to her quickly when she started walking. The music was booming and Wanda knew the song. She mouthed the words swaying her hips to the beat. She stood in front of you shimming her chest. 

"I'd given up on romance, then I found you. Ain't it crazy what love can do?" She sang along to words cutting through the air. Her hips bucked rotating them in every direction. She popped the cork off the champagne bottle drinking the foam dripping from the opening. She slid herself onto your lap, continuing to girate feeling her pelvis on your belt. Fuck! You have to keep it together. 

Wanda chuckled pulling the bottle away from your lips and placing it beside you on the couch. "Haha! I love this song! Me and my..ex-husband...Vision. Went to a club in Norway and this exact song played!" Her thighs tightened around yours jumping up and down onto you as she danced around. Dammit, Wanda! Stop making it hard to keep yourself in control! You thought trying to think of something to not make you hard. 

"Oh yeah, Vision. I'm sorry about what happened to him. You two seemed to be a really cute pair." Your hands glided on her exposed thighs feeling her warmth heaten your hands. 

"We were. Right now though, I could be all yours Y/n." Wanda bent her head down connecting her forehead to yours. "Now drink your beer detka." Her hand held your beer pursing it to your lips tipping it up softly. Her center was rubbing against the mound in your pants. You felt it rise a bit trying to shift away from her. 

"You wouldn't want me, Wanda. You don't want me to break your bed into the next floor." You grabbed hold of your beer chugging it quickly knowing you'll need it. Wanda stopped moving around on you to grab her bottle, taking a huge drink. She huffed wiping away the extra liquid across her lips. "What if that's what I exactly want Y/n? To be thrown around like a little paper doll." She hummed finishing the rest of the contents in the bottle. You had to laugh again feeling in a daze. The liquor was working on you fast. "You know what my other talent is Y/n?" Her lips grazed your cheek hovering beside your ear. Her breath was hot and it spiked your senses. 

"Huh Wanda, what's that?" Your erection becoming more apparent. Your hand was grasped firmly around her thighs trying to hover her body from your crotch. 

"I can read minds," She moved her head crashing her plump lips onto yours. Her kiss was rough and sloppy. Mixing wine and beer wasn't the best idea but with her, it tasted like heaven. She let go of your lips. Tasting the cherry lipgloss painted on her blush lips. "And...I give good blowjobs too..so I've heard." Your expression must've said it all. It was shocking to hear Wanda speak in a way. Even though you only knew her a short time you'd imagine she'd never talk that way sober. You'd hope. 

"Well I hate to break it to you lovely, but I'm a girl. You can't give me a blow job." You whispered back trying to keep her still hovered over your crotch. As soon as those words spilled out of me, it made you grow harder. You prayed you didn't give up and drop her. Her eyes glowed red again, this time her hands turned colour too. Her hands made yours heavy, making it extremely difficult to keep her off your inseam. 

"That may be Miss Y/n. You are in fact a woman by birth. But the reality stone gave you something really, really special..." Your hands were being pushed down. The red mist latched onto your wrists pulling them down. You couldn't stop. With all of the strength you had, you finally met someone who can beat you. And she was winning. 

You didn't fully realize how erect you were until you felt Wanda sit fully on your lap. "Please Y/n. I know how much you hate your body right now, but please. Let me allow you to enjoy it at least. You need it. Your body is screaming at me to help." Her lips laid onto yours once more. It was deeper, meaningful, and passionate. "Let me help you cum detka..." Wanda whispered on your lips. Her mist came back unbuckling your belt, undoing the one button on your pants. You were so caught up you forgot where you two were. You are at a party full of people. Some may be watching. We weren't totally in the corner. The couch was near the entrance more than the middle of the dance floor. You had to make her stop in case she got even further.

"How about we go somewhere more private huh?" Your cheeks were burnt with either embarrassment or excitement from Wanda. Wanda looked down at you letting her teeth catch her bottom lip. "Good idea fetițăI. Let's go to my room." She leaped off your lap noticing a large lump below your zipper. 

You followed after Wanda trying not to draw any attention to yourself or your state. Everyone would stare if they saw a chick with a boner right now. In front of thousands of thousands of people. We both made it down a hallow hallway. Not a person in sight. All of the Avengers' bedrooms were at the end of this hallway. There were paintings and other things hung on the wall but because the compounds kept getting bombed or destroyed, they kept it very minimalist.

"I can't make it to my room. I need you now." Wanda was in front of you as she turned to face you. Her powers pushed you into the wall beside you. Your belt was still unbuckled and so were your pants unbuttoned. You couldn't move. You had motion in your wrists and hands but your elbows were glued to the wall. Wanda fell to her knees before you wasted no time unzipping your pants, making them fall to your ankles. "I haven't done this in so long, ever since I lost Vision. But, I exactly know what your girly-dick needs." Her shoulders dropped to either side letting her white straps fall off. You looked down at yourself feeling uncomfortable about how close she was to it. That pesky sore thumb sticking out of your white lace panties. Wanda's eyes flashed again looking up at you. "Don't be embarrassed drăguţă. You just stay still and try not to cum too early okay? It's okay if you do. So don't be ashamed if you do. I can tell you never play with yourself." Her fingertips were now cold. Tracing her fingers across the hem of your panties pulling them down to your pants. You saw your dick bust out of freedom moving by itself. It bounced all which ways it could. Wanda's grin glowed. "God are you ever twitchy!" Her hand was soft lifting your shaft straight up.

"I-I'm...sorry..." You spoke softly, you're fingers rubbed together becoming very nervous. 

"Don't be sorry miere. I love when cocks move by themselves. I can fix it easily." Her plump lips wrapped around your head breaking no eye contact. Her lips were warm and inviting. You felt every little sense ask her tongue twirling on your heads opening. Her head bobbed lower taking all of you in her mouth, your cock tingled up to your stomach. You've never been touched in months, even long after your life was shaken up. You felt like a bottle ready to pop open. You wanted to grab Wanda's head but your elbows were stuck to the wall. Your wrists flicked all ways around. You cracked your knuckles in between your middle fingers. Wanda's hands laid tightly on your thighs digging her nails in deeper. Her red mist shined again unlatching your elbows from the wall. Your hands ferociously sank into Wanda's scalp, pushing her behind the back of her head. Her sloppy noises turned into quiet gags as you felt her uvula at your tip. 

"Fuck Wanda...I'm gonna.." Your head rolled back as your sight became fuzzy. You felt like you were dripping out.

"Mhm..don't cum just yet detka, please." She gagged out dripping saliva all over her knees and dress. With Wanda saying just that, you had no sense of self-control. Wanda's tongue spun around your shaft as she repeatedly forced yourself into her mouth. You came instantly, you felt so ashamed. Wanda told you not and you did. Why can't you control yourself? Everything you do you are out of control, why can't you just control your dick? 

"I'm sorry Wanda.." You huffed. Your grip on her head loosened as the guilt washed over you. You couldn't look her in eye. Your head tilted up again looking at the fluorescent light buzzing around. You felt your eyes gloss over but you were trying your might not to shed a single tear. You quickly wiped away a tear ready to fall. Wanda's tongue flexed swallowing her cum-filled mouth. 

"I told Y/n, it's okay. You've never cum with your dick before. I understand." She arose pressing her body close against yours feeling both of your chests rubbing softly. "Now, how about we both figure out another place to it in huh?" Her hand lifted your limp cock in a stroking motion. 

"I can think of a couple of good places." You raised an eyebrow lifting her dress by your index finger. Her body was sweaty underneath her gown. Your hand traced up further feeling a tiny string around her hip. "Looks like you found a spot." Wanda's jaw sat on your shoulder, planting tiny kisses up your neck to your earlobe. "Go ahead, take my panties off." Her teeth clenched a part of your skin. Leaving a glossy kiss sticking spot behind your ear. Your hands hooked onto her biceps flipping her body against the wall. Your hand let go tracing down her body under her skirt. The tips of your nails latched onto the strings of her panties, ripping off her skin. Your hand excitedly stuck into Wanda's core immediately. She was wetter than you thought, your fingers just slipped in and out with ease. A small grunt blurted out of Wanda peering down at your hand. Your middle finger raised rubbing her pulsating clit. 

"Fuck are you ever wet Wand..." Your dick became hard again. Just feeling another woman again after a long time was enough to make your tip drool. Wanda's cheek stuck to the wall letting a hushed moan out. "I know...I just want you to fuck me so badly." Her ass swayed against your hips. Trying to stay up on her feet. You knew she had way too much to drink trying to lie against the wall. She wanted you. And did you too. You wanted to just take Wanda right then and there. Blow her up on that wall. Though, in her drunken state, you knew she couldn't hold onto her own. 

You flipped her back around facing you, she grinned having all of her hair flying in either direction. She laughed hysterically trying to stand in her heels. "Makeup you mind Y/n!" Her arms flung around your neck biting the bottom of her lip. 

"Oh, my mind is made up beautiful. Now, you open up." Your breath was shaky, trying to be assertive. Her leg wrapped around your hip, slowly opening herself for you. Your hard cock slid in with no friction. Her pussy was warm and inviting. Naturally, you supposed but man did it feel amazing. You never had sex with your cock. It almost felt ten times better than when you had a pussy of your own.

"Awe shit!! Y/n! Fuck!" Wanda's head rolled back on the wall as her hand clutched the nape of your neck. Her other leg is wrapped on either side of your hip. Your hands latched onto her legs hoisting her, slamming her down on your thick cock. Wanda's body jolted forcing out a moan into your ear. The force of your thrusting her down on you made the top of her dress let her boobs pop out. Her ass was soft on your legs as she bounced.

"Fuck Y/n! You're gonna make me cum fast!" She whined as she forced your head directly into her chest. Your hot breath was cool against the cold sweat between her breasts. You were trying so hard not cum, you had to stay focused not to cum inside Wanda. You had to plan to pull out when you felt it coming. "God Wanda! Don't say cum! Not now!" Your brows furrowed trying not to think about cumming. 

A red little light sparked behind Wanda's body. Wanda was using her powers. You couldn't tell why. You were too hard-headed trying to focus on other things. Wanda's chin was above your head clenching her teeth. "It's okay detka. Y-you can cum in me..." Her words were choppy thrusting on you. You felt her heartbeat, it was fast and comforting.

"No, no, no. Don't tell me that! Cause I will cum inside!" You groaned between your teeth, locking with Wanda's eyes. 

"That's what I want Y/n. I want you to cum in me. Please, please. Cum." Your focus was lost. All of your hard work was gone down the drain. You felt the urge rising rapidly. Just thinking about cumming in Wanda was enough to make you lose track. 

"Fuck you're making it hard for me not to.." You whispered thinking maybe that'll calm your urge. Even though it didn't. Wanda's walls clenched around your thick cock, making her thighs vibrate. 

"Do it! I'm cumming Y/n!! Cum with me!!" She screamed out flicking her crimson eyes. One final thrust did it. Both of you came at the same time. You felt an eruption flow out of you, going inside her. She was being filled by your warmth on top of already being so warm. Her body tightened around yours. 

"Fuck look what you made me do...I came in you, Wanda.." You sighed wiping tiny beads of sweat off your forehead. 

"Y/n. Don't worry. I wanted you to cum inside." She giggled standing back on her feet. "But you do realize what that means right? Do you have emergency protection or-.." You panicked realizing what you did. Could I get her pregnant? You thought. You assumed you shot blanks but yet. This was your first time. Wand interrupted your train of thought. 

"Honey don't worry. I have it all planned. You get to be the hero you want to be. And I get to have my family back." 

You sobered up once you heard Wanda's true intentions. She probably really liked you. But you heard what Stephen Strange said. Her kids weren't real. Now, they will be. 

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[scoonsalicious]

Unwanted: Chapter 2, Unspeakable, Pt. 3

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Fem!Reader

Summary: When your FWB relationship with your best friend Bucky Barnes turns into something more, you couldn’t be happier. That is, however, until a new Avenger sets her sights on your super soldier and he inadvertently breaks your heart. You take on a mission you might not be prepared for to put some distance between the two of you and open yourself up to past traumas. Too bad the only one who can help you heal is the one person you can no longer trust.

Warnings: (For this part only; see Story Masterlist for general Warnings) No language in this one; I am SHOOK! Brief mentions of sex, Tolkien nerds, the first appearance of the green-eyed monster, repressing of feelings.

Word Count: 603

Previously On...: Girls' Night with your friends led to some... interesting discussion about your friendship with Bucky.

A/N: Was this scene absolutely necessary? No. Could I resist including a moment to showcase the adorableness of Bucky and Pocket's friendship? Absolutely not.

Banner By: The absolutely amazing @mrsbuckybarnes1917

Taglist: (Please let me know if you’d like to be added!)  @blackhawkfanatic @les-sel @marcswife21 @buckybarnessimpp

About an hour later, you were getting ready to watch the first Hobbit movie. You'd changed into your pajamas and were getting your movie snacks in order. Bucky was sprawled atop your mattress; the two of you hardly slept apart anymore, and you alternated whose room you stayed in. Tonight was your turn to host the Nightmare Sleepover, as you'd come to call it.

"How was Girl's Night," Bucky asked as he watched you put on your lotion.

"Interesting," you replied, rubbing the lilac-scented balm into your skin. You knew how much he loved the smell of it, so you always made sure to have it on hand. "They think we're sleeping together, so they wanted all the salacious details."

"Doll," he chuckled, rolling onto his side to get a better view of you, "we are sleeping together."

You shot him an arched glance. "You know what I mean."

Bucky fiddled with his vibranium thumb and looked up at you through his lashes. "What did you tell them?"

You plopped yourself next to him on the bed, grinning. "Well, obviously, I told them you're hung like a horse and have the stamina of a steam engine, but that you always cry after you come and you insist on calling me 'mommy.' It’s fairly off-putting."

"You are an absolute menace!" He lunged for you and began tickling you without mercy. You fought him off as valiantly as you could, but you were no match for a super soldier and you both knew it.

"Yield!" you cried, breathless, a few moments later. "I yield!" He reluctantly let you go so you could catch your breath. "I told them the truth-- we're just friends," you said once you could talk again, "but they all think you're very sexy and one of them-- and I will not say which one-- said she would let you do, and I quote, ‘unspeakable things to her body.’"

Bucky's face lit up like a Christmas tree; you knew how much he relished any kind of praise. It was like physical touch-- he had been deprived of it for so long, he was starved for it. "Was it Natasha? It was Nat, wasn't it?"

The readiness at which he jumped to that conclusion left a gross feeling in the pit of your stomach. All you could do was give him a tight-lipped smile and shrug your shoulders, playing coy. You definitely did not want to examine why his comment made you feel so icky.

"We should get this movie going," you told him, instead. "Otherwise we'll be up all night." Bucky fluffed up your pillows against your headboard while you fiddled with the remote to queue up the film. Because this was Tony's place, you didn't have a regular television. Instead, your room was equipped with a projector embedded in the ceiling, and the entire wall opposite your bed was the screen. It was as good as a movie theater.

"Are you excited?" you asked as you leaned back against the pillows next to Bucky.

"Are you kidding me?" he said, scooting closer to you until your shoulders were touching and passing you an open pack of Twizzlers. "Watching an adaptation of my favorite book with my best girl? I've been looking forward to this since the moment you told me there were movies."

A warmth flooding your insides like liquid sunshine. You poked his mouth with a Twizzler until he opened up and ripped a bite off of it. Grinning, you took a bite and rested your head on his shoulder, feeling completely content in this moment with your best friend.

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Slipping Through my Fingers (2)

Summary: When a married woman catches the eye of Bucky Barnes, he is determined to stop at nothing to get to know her better.

Rating: Mature

Pairing: 40s Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 4.5k

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Chapter 2

Summer 1941

Knock. Knock. Knock.

Steve groaned, massaging the sleep from his eyes. He had always been an early riser, so without checking the time, he knew it had to be before sunrise. The knocking became more insistent. Steve would have worried about the noise angering his neighbors had he not thought the person on the other side of the door was in danger. Shoving the thin sheet to his feet, Steve raced to the door. His drowsy state was long gone, adrenaline taking over. The second Steve opened the door, his eyes rolled, taking whatever adrenaline he had built up with them.

“You can't keep randomly showing up here whenever you think Y/N is going to drop by,” Steve complained.

Pillow in hand, Bucky pushed past his shorter friend, entering Steve’s space. The younger man sighed, shutting the door behind him. It had been nearly a year since Bucky met Y/N. Despite his claim to be friends that day, Bucky hardly saw her. Annoyed with Bucky’s constant nagging, Steve accidentally let it slip that her husband was shipped overseas during the colder months. He only had himself to blame for his best friend showing up at all hours of the day.

Bucky fluffed his pillow, tossing it on the worn-in couch across from the door. “Yeah, but this time, I have it on good authority that she will be here,” Bucky casually defended his invasion. Lying on the couch with his arms propped behind his head, he smiled at Steve who was leaning his back against the door. It was the perfect spot to watch the door if she showed up.

Steve crossed his arms, watching his friend get comfortable in his home. If there was one word Steve could use to describe Bucky, it was dedicated. Pushing himself off the door with a backward kick, Steve crossed the room. Stopping at the end of the couch, he asked, “How do you know?”

Bucky’s smile turned into a devilish grin. “I checked your cabinets last time I was here. You’re due for a refill on your medication.”

Steve rolled his eyes. He wasn’t surprised. Bucky always looked after him. If Y/N didn’t bring his medicine, he knew Bucky would find a way to get it.

“Well, if you’re gonna be a watchdog in my home, I expect breakfast when I wake up,” Steve teased, heading the short distance to his bedroom.

When Bucky woke that morning, he started on breakfast. With the war on the rise, prices had been on a steady increase with no signs of stopping anytime soon. Regardless, Steve needed all of the protein he could get. Bucky decided he would work a double shift and replace the eggs he was cooking.

Bucky frowned as he nearly finished breakfast. Steve’s home was small enough to hear any noise inside the house. Steve had yet to make a sound from his bedroom and the thought startled Bucky. Sure, Steve was low on medicine, but he wasn’t empty. Setting the pan on the unlit stove, Bucky stalked toward the bedroom stopping in his tracks when the blonde’s laughter sounded in the opposite direction.

Yanking the front door open, Bucky’s lips parted. Standing next to his best friend was the very woman he had been dreaming of for the past year. Both sets of eyes on the other side of the door were wide, staring back at Bucky. One hand held the door handle; the other caressed the back of his neck as he spoke, “I uh, thought you were still sleeping.”

Steve shrugged. “I woke up early. Walked to get a paper.” He waved the newspaper in his hand. “I ran into Y/N on the way back.” He then waved the brown paper bag filled with his medication in his other hand. He turned to Y/N. “You remember Bucky don’t you.”

Her eyes skimmed Bucky from head to toe before meeting his gaze. “The baseball player, of course. Nice to see you again, Bucky.”

The brunette’s chest puffed up, satisfied she had remembered his performance. Before he could respond, Steve spoke, “Bucky’s just made us breakfast, you’ll join us, won’t you?”

Surprise crossed Y/N’s face. “Oh, I don’t know. I have a lot of things to do.”

“You still have to eat,” Bucky insisted, but he knew she wasn’t convinced. Bucky stepped outside, still towering over the two, but closer. “Look, the truth is, Steve’s not all that great at keeping the conversation going in the morning. He gets crabby in the heat. Sasses me around to the point where he’s got me cooking him breakfast in his home. I'm a hostage here, doll. You’d be doing me a big favor staying for breakfast. He remembers his manners around a pretty face.”

Y/N blushed, staring down at her feet. Had she been staring at either man, she would have noticed the intense stare-off going on, a silent argument.

“I’ll stay, but I really have to leave after we eat.”

Bucky grinned, stepping aside. His left hand extended to the open front door, his right hand froze palm up, an invitation to help Y/N up the small step into the house. She accepted it, missing the tongue Bucky poked out at Steve behind her back.

“No funny business, Buck. I mean it. She’s still married.” Steve warned lowly.

Without saying a word, Bucky waltzed into the house, pulling out a chair for Y/N.

“Oh, thank you,” she squeaked.

Bucky smiled, rushing to plate the food.

Steve deposited his medication in the bathroom cabinet before finding Y/N. Steve slumped into the chair beside her, wasting no time to catch up with his friend. He was also interested in learning about the war overseas. “How’s Harry?”

Her hands folded in her lap. “He’s about as good as any soldier preparing for a war, but he’s right where he wants to be. He’s doing the right thing. He’s protecting his country. Us.”

Her vacant stare told Steve she didn’t believe that. He wondered how much time she spent curating an answer to that question.

Bucky snorted, setting the plates down on the table. “Sounds like a fool to me.” He couldn’t keep the comment from slipping from his lips as he sat across from the most beautiful woman he’s ever laid eyes on. He couldn’t comprehend how a man could willingly leave his new wife behind, especially alone. A yelp escaped Bucky bringing him back to the conversation. Steve’s glare was enough to know who had kicked him. Ignoring Steve, Bucky explained, “All I’m saying is, a man’s duty is to his wife first. Ya’ know? If I was married to someone as gorgeous as you, they’d have to drag me out of here kicking and screaming before I left my wife behind.”

Y/N wanted to scream. She wished Harry felt the way Bucky did.

Noticing Y/N’s fork had been playing with her food, Steve asked, “Are you okay? With Harry being gone this long?” He was genuinely concerned for the woman. He knew what it was like to be alone. He didn’t have any family, and he could count all of his friends by the number of seats occupied at his dinner table. Even when he had no one, he had Bucky.

She sent Steve a soft smile. “I manage. We write to each other, but it can take weeks, sometimes months to get a response. I started to keep a copy of the letters I’ve sent him just so I can remember what we talked about.” Now that she was saying it out loud, she realized how lonely it sounded, how lonely she was. “The girls at the volunteer center are kind, but there’s a lot going on. A lot of people need medicine, and with the war heading this way, resources are going to be harder to get.” She eyes Steve warily. She prayed it wouldn’t come down to that. “We’re all so busy, there isn’t much time to talk. I miss having someone to greet at home.” Her longing stare didn’t go unnoticed by either man.

Steve chewed slowly as the gears turned in his head. Bucky on the other hand was quick to respond. “What about taking care of the house?”

Y/N brushed a strand of her hair behind her ear. “Harry makes sure the bills are paid every month. The neighbor's boy comes by sometimes and gives me a hand around the house, but he’s heading to his grandparents’ house for the summer. I was actually hoping to catch him today before he leaves.”

“Let the kid have his summer. I’ll help you.” Bucky offered, taking the last bite of his eggs.

Y/N cracked a smile in between bites of her food. “Are you sure? I missed the usual spring cleaning. It’s a lot of work. Surely, you’d rather spend your summer playing baseball or hanging out with Steve.”

“And leave a dame to clean her house alone? Absolutely not.” He pointed his fork at her. “You know you have to move the furniture to actually clean, you can’t just clean around it.”

She chuckled, “I’m well aware that you have to move the furniture.”

Bucky grinned leaning forward. “Well believe me when I say I’ll be much more help than a kid.” 

He playfully flexed his bicep. “I’m also great company.”

Steve rolled his eyes hard. “You’re also a pain in the-”

“Wow,” Bucky held his hands up. “Forgetting your manners already, Steve?”

“I was going to say neck, but now I’m thinking something else,” Steve grumbled.

Y/N smirked at the banter. “Okay, Bucky. I accept your offer.”

Bucky lost count of how long he had been visiting Y/N. Some days they cleaned, just as Bucky had offered. Other days they became too distracted, laughing over lunch, sometimes even dinner. Those were Bucky’s favorite days. Not that he minded cleaning; he just enjoyed her. Cleaning left too many distractions and talking to Y/N allowed him to focus on her and only her.

Bucky huffed, slamming a cardboard box on the floor. Using the end of his once-white t-shirt, he wiped the sweat from his brow. He had spent most of the afternoon bringing boxes up and down from the attic. It was nearly lunchtime, and he was exhausted. When the shirt slipped from his fingers, he panted, his hands finding a home on his slim hips. His eyes trailed along the window beside him where Y/N stood on the other side staring back at him. Bucky smirked, waving a single hand. She returned his wave with a bright smile. Her other hand clutched an envelope to her chest. Her feet then slammed on the concrete steps as she raced into the house as if she were a child returning home from school to catch the latest program on the radio. Bucky not so gently, despite his best efforts, shut the attic door just in time. Y/N swiftly pushed past him, nearly knocking him on his rear.

“What’s got you all excited?” Bucky asked with a teasing tone. He couldn’t help but quirk an eyebrow as she slammed her hands on the kitchen table.

“I’ve got a letter from Harry!”

Her nimble fingers made quick work at tearing the letter open, but before she could get far, a large hand covered her own. Y/N’s eyes shot to the man standing beside her, ready to give him a piece of her mind. Bucky retracted his hand with a chuckle, revealing a sleek letter opener in his other hand.

“Wouldn’t want to give yourself a papercut. Those things can be nasty.”

Y/N gently took the letter opener from his grasp with a sharp nod. She could feel Bucky’s presence hovering over her shoulder, but she didn’t dwell on it. It’s not every day someone receives a letter from someone overseas. Chalking it up to curiosity, she sliced the letter open.

Bucky grimaced as he watched her eyes scan the letter. Steve was right, she did seem happily married, in love even, but he willingly left her behind. He left her alone. That wasn’t love.

Pinched between her manicured fingers alongside the letter was a black and white photograph. Y/N smiled, showing the photograph to Bucky. “This is Harry.” Bucky studied the man in the picture as Y/N observed Bucky. “I wish you two had met before he left. I think the two of you would have gotten along well.”

Bucky snorted, glaring daggers at the other man’s picture. “Oh yeah, how’s that doll?”

Y/N twirled away from him, reaching for a pen to write her husband back. “I just know.” She sat at the table pen in hand, but her response wasn’t good enough for the brunette. The table pressed into the back of his thighs as he slammed his spread palm on top of the paper.

He peered down at her beside him. “You think or you know?”

Y/N’s forehead creased, her hands attempting to pluck Bucky’s hand off the parchment. “You just remind me of him sometimes. Now can I write to my husband?” Bucky eyed her for a moment, analyzing her words. Silently, he pushed off the table allowing her some privacy.

He found himself wandering to the last box he had brought down from the attic. If she was busy, he’d entertain himself. He dragged the box along the wooden floor into the kitchen. Y/N perked up at the sound of the cardboard grinding against the wood. Bucky could feel her eyes on him as he slumped into the chair across from her, but remained occupied popping the flaps of the box open. Shaking her head, Y/N returned her attention to the letter before her as Bucky rummaged through the box. She didn’t mind. He had gone through nearly all of her stuff at this point.

“You’re a photographer?” he asked, waving a camera around.

Y/N shook her head. “It was a wedding gift. Harry used it mostly. Do you take pictures?”

Bucky nodded. “Occasionally. My parents had one.” He pointed the camera at Y/N. “Steve was the artist, but technology was always fascinating to me. I’m better at pressing buttons.”

Y/N palmed the lens, hiding her face. He was skilled in pressing more buttons than the ones on a camera. Bucky pulled the camera back. Y/N wrinkled her nose. “Harry was always taking pictures of me. Not you too,” she whined.

Bucky laughed, setting the camera on the table. “Anyone with a camera would want to capture your beauty. They’d have to be blind not to.”

Y/N felt heat crawl up her neck at the compliment. Rather than replying, she dipped her head back to the letter she had yet to write. Before the pen could touch the sheet, Bucky let out a low whistle. Her interest shifted back to the man across from her as he pulled a dress from the box. It wasn’t an everyday dress like the ones he’d seen Y/N wearing.

“That’s for dancing,” Y/N offered.

Bucky hummed. “Your husband takes you dancing?”

Y/N twirled the pen in her hand. “He used to.” She paused. “Do you dance Bucky?”

A wolfish grin spread along his face. “You want to find out?” When Y/N didn’t respond, Bucky whispered, “Put on the dress.”

Y/N gasped, the pen slipping from her fingers. “Bucky I-”

Setting the dress on the table between them, he leaned forward. His voice laced with honey, “Let me take you dancing.”

Caught in the sticky sweetness of his voice, Y/N’s own was shaky, “Harry.”

Bucky frowned. “You’re always busy, always volunteering, bringing Steve his medicine, or taking care of the house. When was the last time you did something for yourself? You can’t stop living your life just because Harry isn’t around.”

With a shake of her head, she wanted to protest, but what was she protesting? A dance? A night out with a friend? Fun?

Sensing her hesitation, Bucky added, “It’s just dancing, doll. What’s the worst that could happen?”

“Okay.”

Bucky would have leaped out of his chair if she hadn’t been watching him. He flashed her one of his charming smiles, poking the dress. “But you have to wear this dress.”

Releasing a shaky breath, she replied, “You better be a damn good dancer, James Barnes.”

“You’re taking her dancing?” Steve exclaimed, choking on his milkshake.

Bucky passed him a napkin pinched between his index and middle finger. When Steve gathered himself, Bucky rationalized, “It’s just dancing. No need to get your feathers ruffled.”

Dancing was never just dancing when it came to Bucky. Steve watched as Bucky swept a new woman off her feet while dancing night after night. It didn’t help that his friend was charming. Young or old, it didn’t matter. They all swooned after James Barnes. Steve doubted Y/N would be the exception.

“I know you Bucky. It’s never just dancing.”

Bucky snorted, grabbing a fist full of frenchfries from the basket between them. “Y/N’s different.”

“She is. She’s married. She’s also my only other friend. If you ruin her marriage, I won't have a friend left.” Steve’s mouth was set in a hard line.

The threat in Steve’s tone was loud and clear. Still, Bucky refused to back down. With a hand over his heart, he asked, “What if I’m different?”

Steve let out a loud laugh. “You’re my friend, Buck. I won’t lie to you to stroke your ego.”

Bucky sipped his milkshake with a shrug. “So come with us and see for yourself.”

“You’re inviting me to third wheel on your date? You are different. Maybe I should ask a dame out and see if I’ve changed too,” Steve sassed.

“Come or don’t, it won’t make a difference. It never did before.” It was a low blow, but Bucky was tired of Steve’s lack of faith in him. Just because Steve struggled when it came to the opposite sex, didn’t make Bucky a womanizer. He liked Y/N. She just happened to be married.

The weekend came too soon for Y/N. She hadn’t been dancing since Harry was home. It felt strange to get dressed up to dance with another man. She hadn’t danced with a man since Harry. She pondered if he was dancing with the women overseas. Her eyes drifted to the photograph lodged in the side of the mirror on her dresser.

“Y/N?”

Y/N hurriedly emerged from her bedroom and made her way to the living room where Bucky was waiting. He looked dashing in his well-tailored suit and his hair was neatly slicked back. Despite being a married woman, Y/N couldn't help but notice Bucky's striking good looks. She couldn't deny the fact that he was an attractive man.

“Well, don't you clean up nice,” she teased.

Bucky smirked, circling a pointed finger. “Give me a spin. I wanna get a good look at this dress you kept hidden away.”

Y/N whirled around, her skirt fluffing out in the process. When she stopped facing Bucky, he shook his head. Grasping her hand to turn her slowly. When he let go, he released an appreciative sigh. “Looks even better on you.”

Y/N’s hands fumbled with the skirt as she avoided Bucky’s eyes. Noticing her embarrassment, Bucky announced, “Steve is picking up a date. They’re going to meet us there.”

“Oh.” The surprise in her voice was evident. It was just dancing, she reminded herself. Steve wouldn’t be joining them if it was a date. Steve had a date though. Y/N’s mind whirled wondering if she had unknowingly agreed to a date. “I didn’t know Steve dated.”

Bucky led Y/N onto the street where they walked side by side to the dance hall down the street. He didn’t want to embarrass Steve in front of Y/N. He had found Steve a date, but Y/N didn’t need to know that. “Steve doesn’t mind dancing with a pretty face after a long week. Can’t find a man around who would complain about that.”

A laugh escaped Y/N. She knew his statement to be true after many nights dancing with Harry. It didn’t matter if she arrived with a gentleman, they all wanted to dance.

A poster in one of the shops caught her eye. Bucky slowed to a stop, allowing her time to look.

“She’s gorgeous,” Y/N breathed.

Bucky eyed the scantily clad pin-up model. He enjoyed the image as much as the next guy, but he wouldn't express that to the woman he was pursuing. So, he did the only other thing he could think of, he rationalized it. “They’re putting all kinds of pictures up like this. Men have been buying them up like crazy before joining the war.”

Y/N flinched; her eyes trained on the model. Did Harry buy one? She cocked her head, “Would you buy her picture, Bucky?”

He bit his lip, rapidly shaking his head, “Don’t need to. I’m going dancing with the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”

Y/N faced him with her hands on her hips. “Don’t give me that. I want an honest answer.”

Bucky made an imaginary cross with his pointer finger over his heart. “Honest, I swear.”

Y/N bit her lip peeking back at the model. “You really think I’m prettier than her?” If she was more attractive, then perhaps her husband hadn't bought the stranger's picture.

Bucky bent his knees and threw his head back dramatically. “Any man would kill to have a poster of you on their wall.” Then he wrapped his arm around her shoulder, tugging her toward the dance hall.

Bucky’s words danced around her head. If men were buying up pictures of a woman they’d only ever seen through a camera lens, then why couldn’t she send her husband one? He had sent her a picture of himself.

“Bucky,” Y/N called, catching his attention, “How good are you with a camera?”

Bucky shrugged, “Good enough. I used to-”

That was good enough for Y/N. She interrupted him, “I want you to take my picture.”

He side-eyed her, “You didn't want me taking your picture the other day.”

Y/N shook her head, pointing her finger to the poster behind them. “I want you to take my picture like that.”

Bucky almost tripped over his own feet. They stopped outside of the dance hall. Steve stood along the wall with a short redhead. One look at Steve and Bucky knew he had spotted them. Steve frantically waved them over, his date uninterested.

Bucky grabbed Y/N’s bicep as she inched toward Steve. “Hold on.” He didn’t question her motive, but he needed her to be sure. “Are you sure?”

Y/N grinned up at Bucky. “I thought you said any man would kill to have my picture on their wall?”

He did say that, but he hadn’t expected the outcome. “Yes, but-” A finger pressed to his lips silencing him.

“Let’s have a nice night and we’ll talk about it later. You have yet to prove you can dance.”

Bucky laced his hand with the hand she had pressed to his lips seconds ago. “Well, what are we waiting for?”

Y/N and Bucky had a great night at the dance hall. Even though Steve’s date left with another man, he had fun as well. Bucky had been an exceptional dancer. Steve, not so much. He had stepped on Y/N’s feet all night, even when they weren’t dancing. Steve was a good sport and laughed it off.

Bucky hadn’t forgotten Y/N’s request before the dance and neither had Y/N. Over the week, Y/N explained she wanted to take pictures for her husband. By the end of the week, Bucky stood awkwardly in Y/N’s living room, camera in hand.

Rubbing the back of his neck, Bucky asked, “So, where do you want to do this?”

Y/N’s bare feet padded along the floor, leading Bucky to her bedroom. Taking in her robe-covered figure, Bucky cursed Harry for meeting her first.

Y/N plopped on the bed. “Is this good?”

Bucky bit his lip and sent her a nod. Y/N unknotted her robe letting it pool on the bed behind her. Bucky averted his eyes to check the film. “There's only enough film for 8 shots.”

“Do you want to take a test shot?” Y/N asked.

Wordlessly, he pointed the camera at her catching her off guard as he took the picture.

Y/N’s eyes widened as the flash went off, blinding her momentarily. She quickly regained her composure and scowled at Bucky. “You were supposed to tell me when you were ready,” she said, her frustration evident in her voice.

Bucky shrugged, “It was just a test shot. The camera still works.”

Y/N huffed falling back on her elbows. “You’re a guy, what should I do?”

Filthy thoughts invaded his head, but he pushed them away. “I don’t know. You’re already beautiful; the camera will pick it up. Just be yourself.”

Y/N kneeled on the bed to be level with Bucky. The flash went off. Y/N pouted. “I wasn’t ready.”

Bucky mentally disagreed. She trusted him to take her pictures. He hadn’t lied when he said she was beautiful. It was the candid shots that were alluring to him. Caught in action, turned the photo from a picture to a video. If Steve knew what he was doing, he would lose his mind.

Y/N crossed her legs, letting them dangle off the edge of the bed as she shoved the skirt of her silk nightgown to her ankles.

“Up.”

Y/N wavered, eyeing Bucky. “What?”

“Pull the nightgown up,” Bucky suggested.

Her hands hesitantly dragged the bottom of the nightgown up, exposing her calves. “Like this?” She peeked at Bucky when the skirt passed her knee.

Flash.

Bucky couldn’t deny the thrill that rushed through him. He had seen her legs plenty of times in dresses she wore, but there was something more intimate in her revealing her legs to him. The intimacy of the two of them alone in her bedroom only added fuel to the fire. 

“What would you like to receive from your wife if you were in the war?”

Bucky shoved her bare shoulder gently, propelling her back to hit the mattress. The strap of her nightgown slipped. Her hand moved to fix it. Bucky hovered over her to grab her wrist. His large hand glided her hand between her breasts. “Leave it.”

Flash.

Y/N imagined the images would be lewder than the pin-up poster she saw, but she preened under Bucky’s attention. Maybe she was starved for attention since Harry left, but she did this for her husband. She just hoped Bucky was right and her husband would appreciate the photos.

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My little love

Chapter 5

pairing: Bucky Barnes x enhanced!reader

word count: 2.9k

Warnings: mostly fluff, a bit of angst/panic inducing moment, Charlotte stops breathing for a moment, baby crying, thoughts of having kids

A/N: please tell me your thoughts on this chapter! We finally see Charlotte and reader interact again. Also I think this is my favorite way I’ve written Steve!

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Chapter 4

The cradle had done wonders to help your recovery but because of the damage caused by the shrapnel you still had to take it easy. Which would have been fine except Bucky decided to take charge of your recovery. It’s how you found yourself propped up against a large number of pillows in your room. 

“Ok, do you need anything else?” He asked as he fluffed the final pillow.

“Yeah, for you to chill out a little.” You tease.

“You almost died, you need rest. I’m just making sure you get it.” 

You grab his hand and tug on it so that he sits down on the edge of the bed. Bucky’s stare is intense as his eyes roam your face searching for any hints of pain. 

“Thank you, I appreciate everything you’re doing for me. I really do.” You smile at him. “Now are you going to bring Angel in? Hopefully now that I’m back in my place she won’t freak out. I miss her.” 

“Yeah we can try again. She may have reacted that way but she missed you too.”

It had been a few days since your return from the mission and since her freak out you’ve kept your distance. But you wanted nothing more than to hug her again. 

“Ok, good.” 

Your phone starts ringing, startling both of you. Reaching for it on your nightstand you wince at the slight pain in your side. Bucky grabs it for you and scrunches his face in confusion.

“Darth Vader?” 

Your eyes light up and you yank the phone out of his hand and answer quickly, your voice filled with pure happiness. “Hi daddy.” You hum in acknowledgement at whatever your dad is saying as Bucky watches you. 

He wonders if Charlotte would ever react the same way if he called her. 

“Well actually I came back from a mission a few days ago. I uh-I’m ok now.” 

Bucky could hear your dad ask how bad it was which prompted you to explain your injuries. He didn’t take it well. 

“No, dad… Dad. Daddy please listen to me. I’m ok I promise. I’m back in my apartment and I’m resting. Yeah I’m being taken care of.” You look up at Bucky and smile. “Yes, Bucky is helping me.”

“Who the hell is Bucky?” Your father practically yelled and Bucky snorted.

“Father, I’ve told you about him before. He’s my friend. I trust him and before you ask, no you don’t need to drive up here.” 

Bucky didn’t bother to listen to the other side of the conversation, opting to just listen to your answers.

“Ok dad, I promise to keep you updated. I love you.” After saying your goodbyes you hang up and sigh. 

“So you named your dad Darth Vader?” 

“He loves Star Wars.” You shrug your shoulders. “He almost convinced my mom to name me Leia.” 

“So you get your charm from him?”

You smile and nod as you think of all the fun memories you’ve had with your father. 

“He was my main caretaker. He even helped me with my ability. Made sure I was able to control it before I went to school. And he never made me feel like a freak, just accepted me the way I was.” 

“Sounds like a good man.” Bucky smiled at you. 

“The best.” You smiled back. 

There’s a soft knock on your door and Steve opens it once you acknowledge him. He was dressed in his uniform and holding Charlotte in his arms. 

“I know we agreed that you would go pick her up, but I have to finish up some things for this mission.”

“Don’t worry about it. C’mere doll.” Bucky stretched his arms out and Charlotte happily left Steve arms. 

During the whole interaction she kept looking over at you. Like she wanted to be closer to you but was also afraid. You smiled at her and waved but she only hid her face in the crook of Bucky’s neck.

“How are you feeling?”

“Much better. Bucky has promised snacks and a golden girl’s marathon.” You say as you sit up a bit more. 

“Good,” Steve smiles at you. “I should go but make sure you rest. Doctor and Captain’s orders.” 

“Sir Yes sir.” You salute him. Steve rolls his eyes before saying goodbye to Bucky and Angel.

Bucky makes his way around the bed and sits against the headboard, kicking off his shoes before getting completely comfortable and settling his daughter on his lap. Charlotte stayed glued to Bucky but every so often she would look over at you. You did your best to ignore her so that she didn’t feel overwhelmed with the attention and focused on finding the show you wanted to watch. Bucky asked a few questions since he’d never seen it and when the theme song came on you couldn’t help but sing along to it. 

You had gotten through half of the second episode when you felt a small dip in the bed and then small hands on your thigh. When you looked down you saw a slightly cautious Charlotte looking up at you. There was a little frown on her lips and her eyes looked almost glassy, like if she were about to cry. Being careful with your movements you scoop her up in your arms and lay her against your chest before peppering kisses on her forehead. Slowly she begins to relax against you, her head leaning against your chest. Angel kept looking up at you and her hand would softly land on your cheek as she tried to get your attention. It had been a week and a half since you’d held her but already you could start to see the huge difference since she was found. Her hair was starting to grow and by the looks of it, she had the same dark hair Bucky did. Her cheeks were a nice healthy rosy color and she was starting to gain the weight she needed. She wasn’t walking yet but Bucky did say she was standing on her own so it was only a matter of time. 

“Ok, I’m gonna go get snacks. Do you want anything specific?” 

“Chips please. Oh and some cookies.” 

“Chips and cookies, ok. I’ll make sure to grab Lottie something too.” 

“Lottie?” 

“It’s short for Charlotte.” 

“Not Charlie?”

“You can call her that if you like but I like Lottie.”

You nod as Bucky gets up from bed.

“Your dad is such an old man.” You tell the toddler in your lap.

“I heard that.” 

“Oh, is your hearing still intact? Wow, that's amazing for someone your age.” You tease.

“Keep it up and no snacks for you.”  Bucky narrows his eyes at you. 

Charlotte speaks up for the first time. Neither of you understand what she’s babbling about but she’s loudly babbling and looking right at Bucky.

“You tell him, Lottie.” 

“Great now you’re both going to gang up on me.”  Bucky rolled his eyes and walked out of the room. 

It felt good to be back in your own apartment. To have Bucky next to you and Angel on your lap. Even when you dozed off and were leaning against Bucky’s shoulder. 

You always wondered what dating him would be like but it was always the actual dates. Getting dressed up and going out, not the in between moments. But here you are living it and it was nice. Something you could get used to if only you could tell him how you felt. The whole almost losing your life situation really had you thinking about what you wanted in life and you hadn’t realized you were sitting in the middle of it. 

With two of your favorite people at your side it was turning into a great lazy day. Until it wasn’t. After lunch and a change of scenery, which meant moving from your bedroom to your living room, the day went from easy and fun to panic filled. Charlotte had been standing on the couch next to you and you had an arm around her just in case she lost balance. Her attention ping ponged from the tv to you. She had started to babble and coo freely, just like she had before your mission. Then suddenly it was all gone. Your sweet Angel stopped talking and you felt her tense up beside you. When you looked at her, her eyes were wide, gaze was distant and fearful and she had stopped breathing.

“Bucky.” You called in a panic as you grabbed Charlotte and tried to run your hands on her back and sides to try to get her breathing again. “Bucky!” You yelled again. 

He rushed out from Charlotte’s room where he was looking for her blanket. 

“What’s wrong?” 

“I don’t know she just tensed up and she isn’t breathing.” 

“This happened the day you left for your mission.” He said as he took her from you. 

He called her name as he walked out of the apartment with you following as quickly as you could. Bucky headed toward Bruce’s lab while you stopped Vision and asked him to tell Wanda to meet you there. When you stepped into the lab Bruce was rushing around trying to figure out what to do. He was more nervous than ever as he tried to figure out what to do. You worked together to try and find a solution but nothing happened. Charlotte’s lips were starting to turn blue from the lack of oxygen. 

“You wanted to see me Y/N?” Wanda asked as she walked in.

“Read her mind.” 

“What?”

“Read Angel’s mind, something is wrong but we don’t know what.” 

Her eyes turned red and a small spark shot from her hand as she let it hover over Charlotte’s head. Wanda gasped and her eyes widened before she pulled her hand back. You had never been so relieved to hear a child’s cry in your entire life, but your own tears flowed easily when you saw your sweet Angel grab onto her father. A piercing scream filled the room but you’d take that over the terrifying silence you’d witness moments ago. It finally felt like you and Bucky could breathe again as he rocked her back and forth. Your eyes moved from Bucky to Wanda who looked shaken by whatever she found.

“What is it Wanda?”

“We have to call Tony and Steve. The mission is another trap.”

“What?” You and Bruce asked at the same time.

“They have to stop the mission. We need to get them to turn around.” She said as she ran out of the room to head toward the command center where Maria Hill was working out of. The three of you had nothing left to do but follow. By the time you finally make it across the compound Charlotte had finally calmed down. 

“You have to call Steve and Tony back.” Wanda tells Maria. “This mission is a trap. Like the one Y/N was on last week.”

“Where are you getting this information from?”

“I’ll explain, I promise but their lives are in danger.” 

Maria gives Wanda a concerned look before her gaze shifts to you, Bucky and Bruce. She can see the bewildered and panicked look in your eyes. A quick call to the jet has a confused Steve and Tony agreeing to turn around. 

Now it was a matter of waiting for them to return. 

Bucky had been extremely tense the whole time he sat in the conference room. He hadn’t let Charlotte out of his arms even when she tried to reach for you. So you opted to sit beside him and hold her hand. Bruce and Wanda were also waiting for Steve and Tony to make an appearance. 

“Can someone tell me what the hell is going on?” Tony asked as he burst through the door with Steve and Maria behind him. 

“The mission you were going on was a setup. The minute you landed hydra was prepared to take you.” Wanda explains.

“How do you know that Wanda?” Steve asked as he sat next to Bucky. Charlotte sees him and immediately reaches out to him. Bucky reluctantly lets her go. 

“I didn’t know. Charlotte did.” 

Everyone looks from Wanda to Charlotte who was trying to grab the star in the middle of Steve’s uniform. Oblivious to conversation happening around her.

“I’m sorry what?” 

“Bucky, we know she has the serum in her system but Hydra not only created another super soldier, they made sure she was enhanced.” Wanda says calmly. “She had a vision of what happened to Steve and Tony. I saw it when I read her mind. ”

“It would make sense, you did say last time she was having a nightmare. Maybe it wasn’t a nightmare but a vision.” Bruce added after thinking over what Wanda said. 

“So there’s nothing we can do to prevent her from having these visions. We’re just supposed to watch her react this way any time she sees something?” 

“Maybe. At least until she starts talking and is able to tell us what she sees.” 

“I don’t want ‘maybe’.” Bucky’s fist hits the table. 

The sound startles Charlotte and she begins to cry again. You move around Bucky and take her from Steve. Bucky runs his hand over his face, frustrated that he can’t do more for his daughter.

“She’s been through enough. Isn’t there something that we can try? Just until she’s old enough to communicate and understand what’s going on.” 

“We can try to find something but we can’t make any promises.” Tony says. “Bruce and I will try everything we can.” 

“Thank you.” Bucky nods.

“In the meantime this information doesn’t leave the room.” You say as you rock Angel lightly. “We don’t need anyone trying to come for her.” 

“As if they’d get past you.” 

“I heard that, Rogers.” 

“I’m only stating the truth.” He shrugs as he turns in his chair to look at you, a teasing smile on his lips. 

“Agreed.” Maria spoke up. “We will have to figure out what to tell the team in that room.”

“I’ll take care of it.” 

“What are you going to do Wanda?”

“Make them forget about the mission.” She shrugs. 

“No, I'll talk to them.” Steve said as he got up. “I’ll make something up.”

“Captain Righteous lying?” Tony gasped.

“I’d do anything for Lottie, I am her favorite uncle after all.”

“I don’t think she can decide that yet.”

Steve’s expression was a mixture of bitch please and you know I’m right. You smiled at the small back and forth when Steve called Bucky a jerk. The others began to walk out and Steve finally left, leaving just you, Bucky and Charlotte. 

Bucky turned in his chair to look at you and his daughter. There was no way that he could fall more in love with you but you were doing a great job at proving him wrong. He thinks that he should finally ask you out. It’s something he should have asked you a long time ago. For the first time since the 40s Bucky allows himself to dream of a life beyond the next mission. Of sharing a home with his favorite girls. He had no doubt you loved his daughter, would you want kids of your own? The thought of having a baby with you makes his heart race. 

“Bucky.” The strain in your voice catches his attention and when he looks up at you he sees the pain in your face. 

“What’s wrong?” He asks worriedly as he takes Charlotte from you.

“Nothing, Angel was squirming in my arms and kicked me. Wouldn’t be so bad but she kicked the side that’s sore.” 

You grab your side as you take a few calming breaths. Once the pain has died down a bit you look back at Bucky with a small smile.

“Why don’t we go upstairs so you both can rest?” Bucky asks as he puts his arm around your shoulder and starts leading you to the door. 

“That sounds good to me.” 

After watching a movie, having dinner, giving Charlotte a bath Bucky puts her to bed. Giving you time to take a shower of your own. You finally settled back on the couch in the living room. Bucky had also gone to his apartment to shower, he was dressed in a t-shirt and sweatpants. Bucky’s arm wraps around you and pulls you closer to him and you practically melt into his side. 

“Feeling better?” 

“So much better.” 

“Ok, what are we watching?” Bucky asked as he grabbed the remote off the arm of the couch. 

“Whatever you want. I’m just here for the warmth.”

Bucky chuckles.

“What? You’re a space heater, I'm just taking advantage.” 

“You can take advantage all you want.” Bucky murmured.

“What?” 

Bucky’s cheeks flush pink as he realized that you heard him. His mouth opened and shut a few times but he couldn’t think about what to say. When he looked down at you, your eyes were bright and they crinkled in the corners while you smiled up at him. And just with that simple action you took his breath away. 

“Go out with me.” He blurted. Your smile faded and you sat up straight but your eyes never left his. Bucky was sure he just ruined everything. 

“What do you mean?”

“On a date, go out with me on a date.” He sighed finally and just as quickly as it disappeared your smile was back. 

“I’d love to.” 

Ch. 6

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[disasterofastory]

The maid of Mr. Barnes - Part 2 (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

The maid of Mr. Barnes Part 2 - The middle of the night // Masterlist Bucky Barnes x Reader Mafia AU Warnings: none

Summary: You are nervous about meeting Mr. Barnes.

After your conversation with Steve about Mr. Barnes's arrival, the tight knot in your stomach doesn't lessen no matter how many times you check everything to make sure the house is clean and ready for your new boss. You wander around the mansion with a rag in your hands, cleaning every surface, adjusting the curtains, and fluffing up the pillows. Usually, it helps you to calm down, but now, you get more and more stressed. You don't know what your new boss expects from you, and you don't want to lose your job even before you could really start it. There is always something to do, something to correct or wipe down.

You are in the hall, mopping the floor who knows how many times already. The water is clean in the bucket, sloshing around as you push it out of the way. You can feel Phil's confused stare on you from the small nook next to the entrance. He is ready to ask about your well-being when Sam appears at the top of the stairs. "Y/N," he calls out for you. "Yes?" You straighten yourself, looking up at the man immediately. "When you are done here, go out to Peter and help him in the garden." "Okay," you nod. "Sure." When you disappear into one of the corridors, Sam turns to the man in front of several computers. "Call Peter and tell him to find Y/N something to do." In reality, Peter doesn't need your help but seeing you so fidgety all day, almost driving yourself crazy with the thought of Bucky, Sam thinks fresh air would do some good to you.

The estate of Mr. Barnes is endless meadows, just like the neighborhood. The garden around the mansion is well-kept, with lush trees and bushes. It almost feels like walking in a park.

Peter is at one of the flower beds, kneeling and leaning above them with a hat on his head and gloves on his hands. "Hello," you greet him, stopping a few feet away from him. "I'm Y/N," you introduce yourself. "The new maid." The young boy jumps on his feet, taking off one of his gloves to offer his hand for a shake. "And I'm Peter," he smiles. "I'll show you what you should do, all right? There are spare gloves and a hat if you need them."

You spend the rest of your day in the garden, kneeling on the green grass and busying yourself with every task Peter gives you to keep your mind off Mr. Barnes as Sam ordered him. You have fun with the young man who shows you everything you need to know while he talks a bit about himself. "So you are still in college?" You ask him. "This is my last year," he replies. "And since when do you work for Mr. Barnes?" The boy shrugs. "I don't even remember. I started working for his parents, and before I knew it, I was here." "And what do you think about him?" "He is fine. I mean, you don't want to anger him, but otherwise, if you do your job, he doesn't make your life a living hell just for fun." "Okay," you huff, turning your attention back to the wet soil rather than running back to the building to clean down everything again.

Before you know it, the sky is plastered with pink and purple as the sun slowly disappears under the horizon. Lights turn on in the mansion with shadows in the windows. The air gets a bit colder and your day with Peter ends here. "Thank you for the help, Y/N." "I was happy to help," you smile at him, waving at him as he gets in his car and soon disappears behind the gates.

You check everything one more time and wash the dishes before you make your way back to your room to take a bath. When you lean back to soak yourself in the vanilla-scented water, it's already dark outside. And Mr. Barnes is nowhere to be seen. Or you didn't meet him? Maybe something went wrong, and he didn't come home? Even though you feel nervous about meeting your boss for the first time, you would prefer to meet him sooner than later. At least you wouldn't be so anxious about him anymore. But what if he won't like you? Of course, you can go back to your friend if something goes wrong, but you would hate to lose this job. Despite the gangsters surrounding you, you enjoy being here.

You wake up in the middle of the night at the sound of your stomach. It rumbles into the silence, and you groan as you turn on your back. You have to force yourself to get up from the soft bed and drag yourself through the dark corridors to the kitchen.

The whole building is quiet. Dim lights filter in through the windows from the garden. Long shadows stretch on the floor and walls wherever you go. The kitchen's tile is cold under your bare feet. Your muscles are sore after working in the garden the whole day.

You are so deep in your thoughts that you don't even hear when the double door opens and closes while you lean above the counter, making yourself a sandwich.

"And who you would be?" Somebody speaks up suddenly, making you jump and fall back against the counter. Your fingers grip the marble edge. Your heart beats in your throat as you become face to face with a man in a white shirt and dark pants. The tie is loose around the collar. You are sure you didn't meet him before. He doesn't seem like someone that people tend to forget easily. He shamelessly studies you with his stormy blue eyes, waiting for your answer. "I-I'm Y/N," you reply, still a bit breathless. "I am the new maid." "Right," he hums. "I heard there is a new maid." You wait for him to introduce himself, but when he doesn't, you speak up again. "Can I help you with something?" "What are you doing?" He asks, glancing over your shoulder to the sandwich. You look back at it over your shoulder, suddenly embarrassed. "I'm hungry," you explain. Heat creeps up on your face. "Uhm, do you want some?" Surprise washes over his features before he nods, sitting down at the other side of the counter while you turn back to continue making some food for the both of you. You can feel his heavy gaze on you the whole time, and you have to force yourself to stay calm and collected. Who is he? "And how do you like it here?" He breaks the silence after a while. His voice is a pleasant rumble in the silent house. "I like it," you answer, putting the plate in front of him as you take a seat too. You are honest, but at the same time, how could you say anything else? "Sam and Steve showed you everything? They didn't scare you too much, did they?" A lazy smile pulls on his lips. "No," you shake your head, avoiding his eyes and focusing on your sandwich. "Everybody was nice to me so far." "Good," he nods.

You continue eating in silence. You want to know who he is, but you don't have the courage to ask. He oozes power and control. Whoever he is, he must be important. "I will wash them," you tell him, reaching out for his empty plate, but he takes it from you. His rings gleam in the kitchen light. "I will do it," he says, and it's your turn to be surprised. "Oh, no," you shake your head. "It's my job." But as usual, your argument is unsuccessful. Before you can say anything else, he is already at the sink. He is tall and broad. The white fabric stretches across his muscled back. "Hop back to your room, little bunny. You must be tired." You frown at the sudden nickname but live with the chance to get out of his heavy presence. "Goodnight..." You bite your lip, hoping for a name. "Goodnight, Y/N," he says his goodbye, and even though you don't see his face, you are sure he smirks.

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[ladysif8]

Bucky Barnes/Curvy Original Female Character

Summary:

Feeling a little neglected by her boyfriend Bucky, who seemed intent on spending his entire week-long vacation glued to the couch with his friends, Aria decided to take matters into her own hands. She knew she had to find a way to distract him and grab his attention away from the game.

Whether it was by wearing his favorite lingerie, cooking his favorite meal, or surprising him with a playful gesture, Aria was determined to remind Bucky that there was more to life than just video games. She longed for his attention and affection, and she was willing to do whatever it took to get it.

Word Count: 3,702

WARNINGS: explicit language, blow jobs.

Author Notes: I was scrolling through TikTok when I should have been sleeping, as one naturally does. When I came across this video, let me tell you, the inspiration hit so hard, lol

I would recommend reading the first two one-shots that go with this one before you read, but it can be read stand-alone.

Sweet Heat

A Slow Burn

"No! Fuck!"

Aria jolted awake, disentangling herself from the sheets and narrowly avoiding launching Doom Kitty off the bed in the process.

The black cat, now visibly disgruntled, side-eyed Aria as she jumped onto the armchair in the corner of the room, curling up on Bucky's hoodie.

"Damn it!" Bucky's frustrated exclamation echoed from the living room below. "Oh no, I think I might have woken Ari up."

Aria grumbled to herself, "No kidding," as she collapsed back onto the mattress, rubbing her hands over her face. Glancing at the alarm clock, the red numbers blinked 8:30 a.m. She sighed, tossing the covers aside and getting out of bed.

Stretching her limbs, Aria began to make the bed with practiced ease, fluffing the pillows adorned with dark purple pillowcases. She smoothed out the black bamboo sheets, a luxury she had treated herself to and cherished. After tucking in the sheet and shaking out the duvet, she fluffed each throw pillow before padding to the ensuite bathroom.

Aria turned on the shower, relishing the steam that quickly filled the bathroom. She peeled off her boyfriend's shirt, longing for his presence beside her this morning. It wasn't often that Bucky had time off like this, apart from the four weeks he had for his recovery, which they spent cuddling on the couch and indulging in slow make-out sessions.

With a reflective thought of Bucky, Aria let the warm water cascade over her body, washing away the remnants of sleep. She reached for her favorite shampoo, the scent of lavender soothing her senses as she worked it into her dark brown and purple hair.

Despite missing Bucky's company, Aria found solace in the tranquility of the shower. With practiced movements, she lathered up her tattooed skin with fragrant soap, savoring the peaceful moment. As the water rinsed away the suds, she closed her eyes, allowing herself to be enveloped by the serenity of the morning.

After her shower, Aria stepped out and wrapped herself in a fluffy towel, patting her skin dry gently. She then reached for her favorite lotion, smoothing it over her body with care, relishing the sensation as she pampered her skin.

As she looked at her voluptuous figure in the mirror, Aria couldn't help but admire herself for a moment. However, her thoughts soon drifted to Bucky downstairs, engrossed in his game. She wiggled her nose at the sound, feeling a pang of longing for his attention. It seemed like he had been spending more time gaming lately, leaving her feeling a bit neglected.

Brushing her hair, she listened to the faint sounds of Bucky's game drifting up from downstairs. Determined to draw his attention away from the screen, Aria padded naked into the bedroom. She selected a lacy black pair of panties and a matching black crop top, hoping to catch Bucky's eye and entice him away from his gaming session.

She selected a lacy black pair of panties and a matching black crop top, hoping to catch Bucky's eye and entice him away from his gaming session.

Bucky lounged on the couch, his feet kicked up as he wore his headset, fully immersed in the virtual world of the game.

"Watch out for that sniper on the left!" he shouted into the mic, his voice tinged with urgency.

"Yeah, I see him," Steve responded, his voice crackling through the headset. "Cover me while I flank."

"Got your back, Cap," Sam chimed in, his voice steady and determined.

Clint added with a chuckle, "Just make sure you don't end up like last time, Steve. Remember what happened in Sector 7?"

Bucky joined in the laughter, his voice warm and playful. "Yeah, we don't need a repeat of that disaster. Let's stick to the plan, guys."

Together, they coordinated their movements, strategizing and battling through the virtual challenges with skill and teamwork. The intensity of the game consumed them, each moment filled with adrenaline and excitement.

Bucky was on day three of his week-long vacation, and he was loving it. Sure, he absolutely loved being a firefighter, but the hours were long, and he missed being at home with his wonderful girlfriend. He couldn't wait for a week of home-cooked meals, late-night snuggles, morning sex, and steamy showers with Aria.

Who had ordered the newest Assassin's Creed game for Bucky, and it had taken years for it to come in the mail. Alright, maybe he was being dramatic, but four days had felt like forever, alright. When he had the time, he hardly played online with Steve, Sam, and Clint.

So he had woken up extra early to get his morning run in, then sat down in front of the TV with a cup of coffee and a box of cherry pop tarts. They had been at this campaign for about an hour when Aria woke up; she kissed his cheek, murmuring good morning on her way to the kitchen.

As Bucky remained engrossed in the game, a delightful aroma of sizzling bacon began to waft from the kitchen, teasing his senses and drawing his attention away from the screen.

"Man, you guys should smell this right now," Bucky exclaimed, his thumbs moving rapidly over his controller.

He paused for a moment, inhaling the mouth-watering scent.

"Aria making breakfast?" Clint asked with a chuckle.

Steve groaned, "I am so jealous."

"As you should be, smells like bacon," Bucky added.

It was Sam's turn to groan now, "Do you guys remember that one morning she brought the station breakfast?" he asked.

"Oh, how could I forget that candied bacon was the absolute best!" Clint replied, his voice filled with nostalgia.

A short while later, Aria padded into the living room, carrying a tray with a mouthwatering bacon, egg, and cheese sandwich on homemade bread, accompanied by a steaming cup of coffee. The sight and smell of the delicious breakfast instantly captured Bucky's attention, causing him to remove his headset and flash Aria a grateful smile.

"Wow, that looks amazing," he exclaimed, his stomach rumbling in anticipation as he eagerly reached for the sandwich. "Thanks, baby."

Aria returned his smile, pleased to see him enjoying the meal she had prepared. "You're welcome, babe. I thought you could use something other than pop tarts," she said playfully, setting the tray down on the coffee table before joining him on the couch.

"You're the best," Bucky said, taking a bite from his sandwich as he slid his headset back on.

Aria pursed her lips, watching her boyfriend return back to his video game. With a sigh, she hauled herself off the couch and went back to the kitchen.

Once she'd finished cleaning up after breakfast and reorganizing the refrigerator, courtesy of TikTok inspiration, Aria made her way to the living room and began picking up around where Bucky was still seated. Dressed only in her lacy panties and crop top, she moved about the room, tidying up.

As she bent over to grab a stray game controller, she couldn't help but notice that Bucky barely seemed to register her presence, lost in the world of his game. Despite the fact that she was wearing his favorite pair of lacy panties that barely covered her butt, Bucky remained focused on the game, oblivious to her efforts to catch his attention.

Aria couldn't help but feel a twinge of disappointment. Damn it, all she wanted was a little attention from her boyfriend. She straightened up, letting out a sigh as she continued her cleaning, hoping that maybe, just maybe, he would notice her soon.

Bucky was so deeply engrossed in his game that he didn't even register Aria's presence as she moved about the room, tidying up. His attention was entirely consumed by the virtual world on the screen in front of him, his fingers moving deftly over the controller as he navigated through the game's challenges.

Despite the sound of her movements and the occasional glimpse of her in his peripheral vision, Bucky's focus remained steadfastly fixed on the game. He was completely unaware of Aria's efforts to clean up around him, lost in the intensity of the virtual battle unfolding before him.

Minutes turned into hours as Bucky continued to play, his concentration unbroken by the activity happening around him. It wasn't until Aria finally spoke up, breaking through his gaming trance, that he realized she had been cleaning the room all along.

It wasn't until Aria finally spoke up, breaking through his gaming trance, that he realized she had been cleaning the room all along

As Aria watched Bucky remain utterly absorbed in his game, an idea began to form in her mind. She walked over to where he was seated on the couch and, with deliberate movements, slid down to her knees between his spread legs. Bucky barely registered her presence, assuming she was reaching for something hidden beneath the couch.

But then, to his surprise, Aria reached up and pulled her dark brown and purple hair up into a messy bun, exposing the nape of her neck and the delicate curve of her jawline. Bucky's fingers faltered on the controller as he stuttered slightly, momentarily caught off guard by the unexpected shift in her actions.

"Bucky! Cover man! Cover!" Clint's urgent shout snapped Bucky back to the game, realizing he had left his friends hanging.

"Uh, y-yeah," Bucky stuttered, his voice cracking slightly over the headset, "Sorry."

As Bucky refocused on the game, Aria's heart raced with anticipation. She glanced up at him, her eyes sparkling with mischief, knowing she had his attention now.

But before she could make another move, Bucky felt Aria's hands slowly creeping up his legs again. This time, he couldn't help but let out a laugh, swatting her hands away gently.

"Baby, stop it," Bucky murmured into the headset, trying to hide his amusement. "I'm trying to play a game."

Steve's voice came through the headset, concern evident. "What's going on, Buck? You sound distracted."

"Get your head in the game, Barnes," Sam chimed in.

Bucky tried to brush off the distraction with a casual excuse. "Uh, nothing, just Doom messing with my laces," he replied, hoping his friends would buy his explanation.

"That cat's a menace," Clint chuckled.

Bucky laughed softly as he looked down at his mischievous girlfriend. "Yeah, she is," he mumbled.

Aria raised a mischievous brow at him, her playful smirk growing as she leaned in closer. With a daring glint in her eyes, she ran her hands further up his thighs, her fingers sliding beneath the material of his shorts. Bucky's breath caught in his throat as he felt her touch, a rush of desire coursing through him. He glanced nervously at the screen, hoping his friends wouldn't notice his breathing. Still unable to resist the tantalizing sensation of Aria's touch, his cock started to stiffen within the confines of his boxer briefs.

"Jesus," Bucky cursed breathy; his brows furrowed as he desperately tried to concentrate.

Sam chuckled, "You okay, Buck?" he asked.

"Yeah...yeah," he cleared his throat, eyes fluttering as Aria moved her hand firmly over his semi-chubbed dick.

Having had enough, Aria gripped Bucky's shorts and underwear. She tugged on them, jerking his hips, freeing his now very interested cock. Aria took only a few seconds to appreciate her boyfriend's thickening length and slight curb toward his abdomen.

"What the—" Bucky started, but then abruptly stopped, sucking in a sharp breath as Aria's mouth engulfed his cock. "Oh...oh fuck," he breathed roughly.

Bucky's erection filled so fast he nearly went light-headed; his breath became ragged as Aria swallowed around him. Pulling off his swollen cock with a lewd pop, she over the slit as she looked up at him through her lashes.

Clint groaned, and the sound of his controller hitting the floor, "The fuck Bucky?"

"Where the hell are, Buck?" Steve asked.

Aria lazily pumped his cock as she sucked on the flushed head; slowly, she swallowed down his shaft inch by inch until her nose was buried against the trimmed hairs of his groin.

Bucky started panting, his eyes fluttering as she played with his throbbing balls while her throat massaged his cock.

"Oh yeah," he rasped, head falling back against the couch.

Aria's hand continued to stroke his balls, her mouth swallowing him deeper and deeper as she moaned around him. If there was one thing Aria loved the most to do to her boyfriend, it was sucking his dick; she could feel lace panties starting to stick to her.

Bucky moaned softly, becoming lost in the sensation of his girlfriend's warm, wet mouth around his straining cock. He gripped the controller tightly, his eyes rolling back in pleasure as he tried to hold on to some semblance of control.

"Oh fuck, baby..." Bucky gasped, his voice strained.

She pulled off him with a wet pop, her lips glistening with his pre-cum.

Sam choked out, "You've lost your mind, Buck. What the hell is going on?"

Bucky's voice was strained as he spoke into the headset, "Just... just playing, man."

"You better be playing this game. Cause if you're doing anything else, we're going to have to have words," Clint warned.

Aria nuzzled Bucky's inner thigh before lightly biting down, sending his hips bucking off the couch. He winced at the sharp edge of her teeth, the sensation definitely not from a game controller.

Bucky's friends over the headset had no idea that his heart was racing for a completely different reason. They didn't know that Aria had just taken his breath away with that sinful mouth of hers.

As Aria continued to tease him, her eyes locked onto his, Bucky felt a newfound appreciation for her. He knew that she had been waiting for his attention, and now she had it, with a vengeance.

Aria continued to work her magic on him, her mouth sliding up and down his erect cock with ease. Bucky moaned quietly, the sensation of her warm mouth and skilled tongue feeling like an electric current coursing through his body.

Meanwhile, oblivious to the unfolding scene in Bucky's living room, Steve, Sam, and Clint continued their conversation and banter, completely engrossed in the game and their camaraderie. They joked and strategized, sharing stories and laughter as they navigated through the virtual challenges together.

With no inkling of the distraction that Aria was causing Bucky, they remained focused on the game, their voices filling the headset with lively chatter.

His body was now fully at Aria's mercy, his cock thick and hard in her mouth. He could feel the pulse of his own arousal throbbing against the roof of her mouth, a primal signal of his desire to release.

Bucky started losing himself in the pleasure of the moment, forgetting about the game and his friends in the process. He knew that if he didn't regain control soon, he would cum hard and fast, unable to hold back any longer.

Aria was still expertly sucking him off, her tongue swirling around the head of his cock, making him groan in pleasure. Suddenly, he felt her hand wrap around the base of his shaft, slowly squeezing as she continued to milk him.

Bucky's breath hitched in his throat as he leaned back against the couch; he could feel his orgasm building, the tension in his body coiling tighter with every stroke of Aria's mouth.

"Oh God, baby..." he moaned, his voice shaky and pleading.

With a final deep throat, Aria pulled back, her lips glistening with his precum. Bucky's cock throbbed in anticipation as he watched her slowly lick and swallow the last drops of precum from her lips.

"You're so close, baby," Aria whispered, her eyes never leaving his.

Bucky nodded, his breathing ragged and erratic. He couldn't take much more of this exquisite torture. He needed release, and he needed it soon.

Aria smirked, sensing his desperation. She knew exactly what to do to push him over the edge. With a soft smile, she leaned forward and took him back into her mouth, slowly working her way down his shaft.

Bucky's eyes rolled back in pleasure as Aria's warm, wet mouth enveloped him once again. He could feel her throat muscles rhythmically pulsing around his cock, milking him with expert precision.

"Fuck, Aria..." he groaned, his hips bucking involuntarily. His hips bucked slightly, trying to thrust deeper into her mouth.

"That's it, baby..." Aria cooed, her voice low and sultry. "Let it go. Give it to me."

Bucky's body trembled as he felt the orgasm building inside him, the tension mounting with each passing second. He tried to hold back, but Aria's expert mouth was too much.

"I'm close..." he warned, his voice a hoarse whisper.

Aria slowly increased her speed, her mouth moving up and down his dick in a steady rhythm. Bucky's breathing became shallower, his chest rising and falling rapidly. He knew that if he didn't do something soon, he would lose control completely.

"Bucky, are you still there?" Sam's voice suddenly cut through the silence.

Bucky's eyes flicked up to meet Aria's, who was still sucking him off with an intensity that left him breathless. He tried to focus on the conversation, but his mind was elsewhere.

"Yeah, just... just going through something," he managed to rasp out, his voice strained.

"Weird place to go through it, man," Clint grumbled, "but whatever, just don't die on us in the game, alright?"

Bucky couldn't help but chuckle at his friend's concern, even as Aria sucked him deeper, her throat muscles massaging his sensitive cock.

"Got it, guys," he replied, his voice still strained. "I'll be back in a minute."

"Take your time, Buck," Steve said, sounding understanding.

Bucky glanced back at Aria, who was still sucking him off with a fierce intensity. Bucky took a deep breath, trying to regain some control over his body. He looked down at Aria, her eyes locked onto his, and knew that he couldn't disappoint her.

"Don't stop," he whispered, his voice barely audible.

Aria's eyes widened with excitement as she continued to suck him off, her pace increasing. Bucky's hips bucked wildly, his balls tightening as he felt the orgasm building.

"The fuck has gotten into you," he murmured, his voice barely audible.

Aria's eyes never left him; she slowly increased her speed, her mouth moving up and down his dick in a steady rhythm. Bucky's breathing became shallower, his chest rising and falling rapidly. He tried to hold back, but Aria's expert mouth was too much.

"I'm close..." he warned, his voice a hoarse whisper.

Aria sensed his urgency and increased her sucking, her lips gliding up and down his throbbing dick. Her beautiful dark hair started falling out of the bun as she bobbed her head faster, her eyes never leaving his. Bucky's breath hitched, his body tense and ready to explode.

"Fuck baby, I'm gonna cum..." he gasped, his voice barely above a whisper.

Aria didn't slow down, her mouth continuing to move up and down his shaft, her throat muscles massaging him aggressively. Bucky's hips bucked wildly, his balls tightening as he felt the orgasm building.

"Oh fuck, Aria..." he moaned, his voice strained. "I'm gonna cum."

Aria smiled around his cock, knowing that this was the moment they had both been waiting for. She increased her pace, her mouth moving faster and faster along his cock. Bucky's body trembled uncontrollably, the pleasure overwhelming him as he felt the orgasm building to its peak.

Aria slowed her pace for just a moment; her eyes locked onto him, a devilish grin spreading across her face. She knew exactly what she was doing to him, and she loved it.

Aria felt his cock stiffen even more, the pulsing signals of his impending orgasm clear to her. She knew she had to do everything in her power to make this moment last as long as possible, to savor every drop of his cum.

Gagging herself on his cock, her pulled-back panting, lips dark and swollen slick with spit and pre cum. She lazily pumped him as she slowly licked her lips, not breaking eye contact as she slid her other hand down her body.

"Fuck, Aria..." he groaned, his voice hoarse and strained. "I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum!"

In her hand, Bucky's cock twitched violently.

Aria smirked, knowing that her plan had worked. With a soft smile and a sigh of satisfaction, she leaned forward and took him back into her mouth, slowly working her way down his shaft once more.

Bucky's eyes rolled back in pleasure as Aria's warm, wet mouth enveloped him again. He could feel her throat muscles rhythmically pulsing around his cock, milking him with expert precision.

"Fuck, baby..." he groaned, his hips bucking involuntarily. His hips bucked slightly, trying to thrust deeper into her mouth."Jesus fuck, baby, here it comes..." he groaned, his voice strained.

Bucky's balls tensed up; his breath hitched with a gut-punching groan as his cock started to pulse in her mouth, shooting thick ropes of milky white bittersweet cum down her throat.

Aria hummed at the taste as her throat worked around him, milking his cock. She worked him through his orgasm, taking care to lick his sensitive, spent cock head clean. Aria gently tucked him back in his shorts; with an innocent expression, she looked up at him, blinking as she took her middle finger and wiped around her lips.

Sucking off the last few drops of cum, a knowing smirk played on her lips. With a casual air, she got up from her kneeling position, as if nothing out of the ordinary had just occurred, and made her way toward the kitchen.

"Hey, Buck," she called over her shoulder, her voice light and nonchalant, "I'm gonna get started on lunch. Anything special you're in the mood for?"

Bucky's head was still spinning, chest heaving from the unexpected mind-blowing blow job, his heart racing and his thoughts scattered. He blinked, trying to regain his composure as he watched Aria disappear into the kitchen. The playful smirk on her lips lingered in his mind, leaving him both bewildered and intrigued by the sudden turn of events. That was when he finally registered that she was barely wearing anything, prancing around the house in a lace thong and a crop top.

"What the fuck," he breathed, his voice barely audible as he tried to process the whirlwind of sensations and emotions coursing through him.

Ladies and gentleman!

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📣 Hey! Hey! Here we go!

Is there a fic you posted that you wish had gotten a bit more attention? Share the fic, please. ❤️

Thanks so much for asking, Navy! I'm gonna throw out a few series that haven't gotten as much attention as others.

Solace- This started as a one shot and grew. It's angsty AF but also fun and funny. It features Bucky Barnes, Brian Falsworth, a love triangle, lots of feels, and even more shenanigans.

A Scarred Enigma- I know this is not as popular because it's an OC but I love the character development in it. It has Bucky Barnes, fears, feels, and goes out with a bang.

The Taming of the Sheriff- Last but not least, I love this absolutely unhinged story. Written with my friend, @weekendgothgirl and featuring our love for a Villain Reader who is a baddie with bloodlust and the psychotic relationship she pulls Lee Bodecker (played by Sebastian Stan in The Devil All the Time) into. It's full of fun!

#bucky barnes #bucky #marvel #bucky x reader #bucky x you #bucky barnes x reader #avengers #bucky fanfic #bucky barnes x you #captain america #the devil all the time #lee bodecker #lee bodecker x female reader #lee bodecker x reader #sheriff daddy