#bucky barnes fluff
title, character: Last Dance, Bucky Barnes
Written for @buckyblues 4K Writing Challenge
pairing: 1940sFem!reader x 1940s!Bucky Barnes
genre/warnings: Angst/Fluff/Romance/Smut This fic involves smut! If you are under 18 please do not interact with this fic. Mentions of character death. Sad Bucky and Sad Reader :( Also, there's some Stucky in here if you squint on that note I left the ending up to your interpretation! Based off of the song/lyrics of the song Last Dance by Donna Summer Hope you enjoy the fic! Please reblog and review if you can ♥
summary → You and Bucky have been dating for 6 months and he has some news that will change your life.
Bucky sat beside Steve as Steve drove down the road; he looked down at the old copy of The Hobbit in his hands that had your bookmark inside it. Something that one of his nieces had given him that his sister had held onto for all those years. He opened it up and saw an old sketch that Steve had drawn of the two of you all of those years ago; he closed his eyes as a single tear fell, and he brushed it away. All he could think about was you. The way you smiled, the way your lips felt against his. Sometimes he felt like he could feel your lips on his skin. But that was merely wishful thinking. He closed his eyes, holding the book close as he let his eyes drift off to sleep.
You smile as you sit beside Bucky, your head on his shoulder as he has his hands in yours. You're enjoying the sound of the music that's coming from the record that he had put on. He liked to listen to soft, slow music, but you were always more captivated by his eyes and his jawline than the music that played.
You and Bucky had been dating for 6 months, but your friendship had been just as long as his and Steve's had been. You had once punched a guy who was picking a fight with Steve, and they welcomed you into their close-knit friendship.
The relationship had been just kissing and cuddles and Bucky's hands up inside your shirt to feel your skin. He had told you that you were worth more than any other girl he had dated and that he loved you more than he's loved anyone ever in his life. You smile as you think back to the day he first told you that he loved you. He had been staring into your eyes while he had an arm around you as you read The Hobbit sitting beside him.
"Doll," he had whispered, causing you to look up at him. "I love you so much," he murmured, taking in how beautiful you looked as you read. "I love everything about you, doll," he said, causing a smile to spread across your face.
Steve sat in a chair facing the two of you, absentmindedly shading a drawing of the two of you. Bucky had been quiet, which wasn't like him. You gently moved your hand to his face, pulled his head to face yours, then looked deep into his cerulean eyes. Your fingers gently moved up his delicate features. He finally leaned a little, kissing your fingers as they were close to his lips.
"James," you whisper as his eyes find yours. He looks down at his hands that you take hold of.
At the mention of Bucky's first name, Steve closes his notebook, knowing that you only called him James when you wanted to talk about something serious. He walked back to his bedroom then you heard the sound of his door shut.
"James. Look at me. What's on your mind, Love?"
"I haven't told Steve ... you have to promise me you won't," he whispers.
"Told Steve what?" You ask, your hands finding his as he looks into your eyes before looking back down.
"I enlisted," he whispers. The slight smile that you had on your lips suddenly disappeared.
"Bucky," you whisper, as you could feel tears beginning to form. You closed your eyes, not wanting to cry in front of him. He took your head into his hands, pulled you close, and kissed you. The kiss was like no other kiss he had given you before. Soon you pulled away breathless. You clung to him as the tears fell.
"I love you. I have to do this, Doll," he says, his forehead pressed against yours. He takes your hands in his and pulls you up with him. He turns the record player's volume up a little higher. Placing his arms around your waist, he pulls you against his chest, your head resting into his white shirt as he leads you in a dance. You cry into his chest as he rests his head down against yours.
"I love you so damn much," he murmurs as he kisses the top of your head.
"I love you too, Buck," you whisper. He gives you a small smile as he continues to hold you against his form as the two of you dance with you in his arms.
"James. I don't know how I'm going to get through this. I need you by me ... without you, I don't know what I'm going to do," you murmur, looking up at him. "Make love to me," you as quietly as you could. You knew there was no guarantee that he would make it back. "Please ... make love to me," you say as the tears ran down your cheeks.
He kissed you and gently picked you up into his arms. Then, carrying you into his bedroom, he laid you onto his bed.
He laid above you, his elbows holding him up above your frame. He looked down into your eyes, his face softening as he wiped your tears away.
He kissed you. You closed your eyes as your hands ran into his hair. Your body lifted a little as he reached to pull your blouse over your head. He placed sweet, gentle kisses onto your neck, his lips moving down to your white bra as you guided his hands to the clasp so he could unclasp it.
The bra fell to the bed. You looked down into Bucky's as he placed his mouth over one of your hard nipples. You moaned and tugged on his hair and felt his tongue circling around the sensitive bud.
He placed sweet little kisses all over your breast before moving over to the other nipple and repeating it again for that breast.
You moaned as he moved lower, his fingers pulling at your skirt to push it down your legs. You wiggled out of it ad kicked off your shoes as he placed gentle kisses onto your tummy.
You could feel his lips going lower and lower until his fingers were hooked on each side of your white panties. He pulled them down, and you pushed them off with your toes before biting your lip as he looked up at you and then at your wetness.
"Already so wet for me," he murmurs and gently runs two of his fingers into your folds. You buck your hips against him, and he smiles.
"We got all night, doll," he murmurs before kissing your thigh as he pushes a finger inside of you and looks up at you loving the noises that you were making and the feel of his fingers being deep inside you. "Taking my fingers s' well." He smiles as he kisses your tummy after kissing his way up your thighs.
"Shit. Feels so good, Buck," you murmur as your hands find your breasts, and you rub them. He smiles as he rubs another finger over your clit, and your hands leave your breasts and go to his head. You pull on his hair as he removes his fingers and replaces them with his mouth.
"Taste s' sweet." He says against you before pushing his tongue gently into your core. It takes everything inside you not to rub against his face, but the moment he begins to lick and suck on your clit, you come undone, moaning out his name.
"That's my good girl," he says against you, then kisses your tummy before he lays back and pulls your naked body over his.
"Buck," you murmur. "Can I taste you?" You asked with a blushing face.
"Sure thing, doll," he says and kisses you before lying back and allowing you to undress him. You kiss his stomach and look up at him, your eyes filled with innocence and all of the love that you held for him. You promised yourself you wouldn't cry, but there was a sad way that he looked at you. You took a deep breath and continue to push his boxers down.
Your hands kneaded Bucky's thighs. He let out a gasp when your hands wrapped around his erection, slowly moving it up and down as you bit your lip and looked up at him.
"Oh God," he said, closing his eyes and placing his hands gently into his hair. "So good, doll. Your touch feels so good,"
"You like my hand ... wait until my mouth is on it," you say with blushed cheeks. Eventually, you took the tip of his erection into his mouth and took him in slowly. You gave yourself time to adjust as you looked up at him as you bobbed your head up and down slowly. His moans filled the room and Bucky pulled your hair gently.
"I need to be in you," he murmured. "Please," he said as he looked into your eyes.
You removed your mouth from his erection and kissed up his stomach and laid above him, and kissed his lips. His eyes landed on yours as he rolled you over, so he was on top again. He pushed into you slowly as you moaned out and held onto him.
"So tight," he murmured against your lips. His head leaning against you, he continued to slowly push into you, not wanting this night to end. If this was his last time with you, his last dance with the woman he loved more than anything. He wanted it to last as long as possible.
After a few minutes, you pulled on Bucky's hair pulling his hips closer with your legs. He kissed you and leaned his forehead against yours as he came deep inside you and your body began to shake as your own orgasm had your whole body shaking. He stayed inside you and held your body against his, his hand moving up and down your back, and the moment that the two of you pulled away and he pulled out of you made you feel like a knife had been slid into your stomach. He held you close like you were part of him and lazily kissed your head.
"Doll," he whispers.
"Mmmmm?" Was all you could get out due to your eyes getting heavy.
"Let's get married," he says and looks down at you. "Before I head out ... you Steve and I ... let's go to the courthouse and let's get married," he looked at you with pleading eyes, and you leaned and kissed him and nodded your head.
You and Bucky were married the following week. But, unfortunately, he was shipped off two weeks after that.
The day that you had gotten the letter of condolence was the most challenging day of your life. First, finding out that your husband wasn't coming back to you hurt. Then you learned that you had a small part of him inside you when you found out you were pregnant.
When you found out that Steve had saved him and that he was alive, he had sent a letter explaining everything to you. You felt like the luckiest girl in the world, but it got ripped away from you when you got another letter saying he was presumed to be dead.
The day you learned that he was missing and that he would never make his way back to you, you wanted nothing more than to go with him, but you knew you couldn't. You knew you had to give his little girl the amount of love that he had always given you. You gave birth to a healthy baby girl with eyes as blue as Bucky's and a soul even brighter than his smile that both haunted and soothed your dreams. It was in your dreams when you slept that you sometimes found peace in knowing that that night many years ago wasn't your last dance.
"Buck," a voice sounded, and Bucky opened his eyes and stretched his legs as he sat up. "We're here," he said as he looked out at the old-looking building. Bucky nodded his head and rubbed the back of his neck as they both got out of the car.
"Do you want me to go with you?"
"I'll be okay," he said as he got out of the car, leaving the book in the seat. He walked towards the house and up the stairs and knocked on the door, and waited.
"Just a second!" A voice said from the other side. The door opened a young woman smiled up at him. "Hi! You must be James!" she said and led him into the building and down a few halls.
"You're sure there's nobody else?" Bucky asked as they walked down the hall.
"Yeah, we had lawyers check. Your wife only had one child, and when your daughter and granddaughter passed, there was nobody else," She said before they walked into a room at the end of the hall.
They entered a room where he saw a woman sitting on the floor playing with a little girl with (Y/H/C) hair giggling as she held a Captain America figure in her hand.
"Lilly," the woman said down to the little girl who turned and smiled up at Bucky. "This is James. He's going to be taking care of you,"
"Please call me Bucky," James said with a smile as he looked at the Captain America Figure she held tightly to.
He leaned down to look at Lilly, his great-grandaughter that he was now the guardian over, and she smiled as she wrapped her arms tightly around him. Then, he closed his eyes, picked the little girl up, and headed to fill the final papers out, confirming that he had officially adopted Lilly.
He walked her out holding her hand, and Steve smiled as he walked over to where they were standing, and he leaned down to look at the little girl and smiled up at Bucky.
"You must be Lily," he said with a smile. "It's so good to finally meet you," he said as he stood beside Lilly and took her other hand in his. "What do you say we all head home?"
"Yeah!" She giggled. "You look like my figure," she said, holding it up as they got to the car.
"Why guess I do," Steve smiled as he opened the door and showed Bucky how to buckle Lilly in. Once Bucky got all the buckles done, Steve closed the door and smiled at Bucky.
"Are we really doing this?" Bucky asked as he rubbed the back of his neck with a small smile.
"Are we raising a kid together? We sure are Punk," Steve says with a broad smile as Bucky grins over at him and looks at Lilly through the window as she placed her Captain America figure into the seatbelt of her booster seat with her.
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❝𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐬❞ — 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭
❝Bucky Barnes is a man out of time. Since the cataclysmic events of The Blip, the defeat of Thanos, and Steve Rogers' retirement as Captain America, his life has been stagnant, frozen while the world moves around him. That is, until he meets the beautiful owner of his favorite bookstore.❞
I: saw you in a dream
II: leave it alone
III: blue skies
V: tiger striped sky
VI: northern wind
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🌿 MASTERLIST :) 🌿
⤑ Hello! Welcome to my Masterlist post. Please bare with me as I familiarise myself with writing on Tumblr (I am new, for the most part lol).
⤑ Stay tune, I'll be updating this post as soon as I have everything working in my favour.
⤑ I will mostly be writing for marvel :)
Smut ~ ⍟
Fluff ~ ✪
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Marvel Masterlist (Ongoing)
Just For Tonight (Fluff)
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Period Care Headcanons | B.B.
Request: Bucky taking care of his S/O on her period? He's not the best with period thing but does his best to make his girl feel better no matter her PMS. Pure fluff
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Word Count: 545
Warnings: nothing just Bucky being the best guy ever
Notes: You guys keep coming in hot with the asks damn. Once again, no spell/grammar check so have fun with that :) Happy reading!
I don't think he'd ever doubt your symptoms because you're on the team and if you can get stabbed in the shoulder and walk it off but have to stay in bed for some cramps it's probably serious
He would try to google things to learn about periods but it'd get overwhelming and he wouldn't know what was right or not
He'd work up the courage to ask Nat for some advice with how to help
She'd tell him it's usually different for everyone so to just ask you how you want him to be there
He'd be pretty nervous because he doesn't want to make you feel uncomfortable by asking too personal of a question but he asks you how he should help you
You'd make sure he knows the basics behind what a period even is first
He'd be like "doll I know the science behind it, it's the only thing the internet can agree on"
You'd just ask him to be extra nice, maybe get some snacks, and to be patient with how you feel
He'd kinda be an asshole about it at first because one day when you snap at something he goes "are you on your period?" which he quickly learns is NOT a good question to ask
He doesn't exactly know what he did wrong because ever since you two had the talk about your period he's been on period watch so he could be there to help you ASAP so he was just looking for any sign you were on your period
You'd explain to him like 3 weeks later that it's insulting because it boils down our feelings and views to just hormones
He'd learn pretty fast and that question wouldn’t come up again
When your period does come around you'd have just ran out of tampons and have to ask him to go get you some
Mans would be running to target but would have to FaceTime you to get the right ones
He'd stop by a drive through to get you some food and would come home to you splayed out in some weird position
You two would eat so you could take some pain meds (never take them on an empty stomach babes)
Then he would let you position him however you needed in order to cuddle with him in a way that's comfortable for you
Back and tummy rubs (cute face)
He would 100% be doting on you the whole time and would insist on getting you anything you needed so you wouldn’t have to get up
Steve would say something a little too stern to you that week and you'd come back to your room in one of two ways
Close to tears and sad for the rest of the day asking Bucky "Is Steve mad at me? What did I do wrong?"
Pissed off and angry at Steve for being hard on you
Bucky would have a talk with Steve and ask him to be a little nicer to you
"Buck, I literally just rolled my eyes at her" "Yeah but how did you do it"
He'd really want to be the person who's there for you and would want to make you feel better even if it felt silly sometimes
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Which scenario would be sweeter?
Bucky comforting y/n in the midst of a hard super-soldier labor with his child. You whimpering "James" instead of what you normally call him, (Bucky).
Steve helping y/n through a similarly rough labor with his kiddo. Y/n collapsing down onto Steve's chest (he is behind y/n for support). Exhausted y/n pleads "Stevie? I can't do this anymore." -Steve's kid is also supersoldier, of course.
Ohhhh my god I can’t choose, I’m just gonna have to expand on both cause I can’t stop thinking about it
It’s a rough birth, but you had a feeling it would be, I mean, you had prepared for this. But holy shit, it hurts so much.
He insisted that you give birth in Wakanda because the best care is there and they are more than equipped to deal with super soldiers.
He’s got his flesh hand wrapping around yours and his metal hand pressed against your face to cool you down. You are screaming in pain, collapsing in the bed.
It had been literal hours and you were nowhere closer to birthing his baby. You can’t help but cry in pain and defeat.
“James,”You whimpered, gasping for air and turning your head towards him.”I-“
His heart palpates at the sound of his actual name, not Bucky, not Sarge, or even Jamie. James.
James goes into real serious mode, knowing you needed the guidance and the soothing words from him. Seeing you in so much pain makes his heart ache.
He shushed you, cooing at you gently and telling you were going to be okay.
“We’re almost there, baby doll, she’s coming, but you gotta push for me, okay? I got you, just a little longer.”
Bucky leaned his forehead against yours, kissing you gently before encouraging you to push.
It’s a whole two more hours of praises and soothing whispered before baby barnes comes into the world.
“She’s perfect, baby doll,”Bucky whispered holding the tiny babe before resting her in your arms.”You did so good, I’m so proud of you. Look at her, she’s everything. You both are.”
You look up at him firefly, tears in your eyes as you agree,”Yes, she is, and so are you.”
Oh my god, Steve Rogers would be sickeningly sweet. You had known the chance of his child growing in you being a super soldier.
He holds you so close, letting you squeeze his hands so tightly as you push as hard as you can.
It’s been hours, you have been in labor for almost 20 hours and you think you might die from the pain. Steve is taking such good care of you.
“Stevie?”You cried, body exhausted and sweaty,”I can’t do this anymore.”
His heart broke at the sound of how hurt your voice is. You are in so much pain and he knows you can do it.
“It’s okay, hey, we can do this together, pretty girl, listen to me,”Steve whispered in your ear soothingly.”We can do this all day.”
You’re gasping for breath, leaning back against him and nodding slowly. He kissed your sweaty face, whispering how proud he is and how perfect you are.
He’s right, you were the Rogers’ and you never gave up.
Finally, the world is graced with your baby boy and absolutely collapse into Steve in complete exhaustion.
You hold your baby for the first time and you cry so hard, happy to be done and to have in your arms.
Steve holds you close, the baby sleeping soundly beside you guys while he laid in the hospital bed. He watched over both of you, happier than he’s literally ever been.
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His Saviour 🦹♀️ Civilian!Steve x Superhero!Reader
Summary: You're New York's most beloved superhero, protecting the people from lowlife criminals and danger. One guy in particular seems to always find himself needing to be saved by you, and pretty soon you strike up a flirty friendship with your damsel in distress. If only he knew your true identity, and that you're actually that girl from work that he can't fucking stand.
Content Warning: Superhero!Reader x Civilian!Steve Rogers, Villain!Winter Soldier, canon-typical violence, injury, fluff.
"And the Incredible Starling has done it again! Last night, New York's favorite hero saved a school bus of 25 kids on their way back from a football game after it swerved off a cliff. Not a single injury was sustained, and-"
You turn off the television with an eye-roll, making Bruce throw up his hands. "Hey, I was watching that!" He groans, frowning at you. "What's your problem?"
"Aren't you bored of that stuff?" You ask him. "There's trouble in the city, and then Starling saves the day. It's the same shit every week."
"She's just jealous, Banner," Steve Rogers says with a smug smirk as he walks into the break room, his arms folding across his chest. "Y/N knows that no man she dates will ever find her as hot as he finds the Starling."
"Screw you, Rogers," You spit, glaring at him. "You've never even seen her full face."
"Oops. Did I hit a nerve?" He asks with a faux look of innocence before shrugging. "Don't need to see her face. Have you seen that ass?"
Grimacing, you pick up your coffee and storm past him while uttering, "Pig."
As you leave the break room, you hear his hearty laughs echo after you, making you grit your teeth. Steve Rogers is the fucking worst.
You'd quit your job if it wasn't the only one you could actually hold down, but you have to withstand seeing his annoying face and hearing his insufferable comments for 8 hours every day.
"Got any more leads for me, Y/N?" Mrs. Romanoff asks you as she leans over your desk. "Managed to figure out Starling's secret identity yet?"
"Not yet," You say, knowing full well you'll never be able to give her what she wants.
She groans before rolling her eyes. "So annoying. What does she get out of keeping her real name a secret?"
"Uh, privacy?" You suggest with a shrug. Mrs. Romanoff sighs and storms away, leaving you to work on finishing an article all about Starling's latest save.
Your night job is much more fun.
Fighting crime came naturally to you when your powers kicked in. You always knew there was something different about yourself, and on your 18th birthday, you found out exactly what.
You developed super strength, superfast healing, and your favorite of all: the ability to fly. Enhanced beings are rare all across the world, so you see it as your duty to use your powers for good. Thus, the existence of The Incredible Starling. She fights crime, saves lives, and is cleaning up the streets of New York one lousy criminal at a time.
Tonight is going a little slow. So far, you've saved a cat in a tree and a little kid who was choking on a lollipop. Not exactly the riveting stuff you're used to, but there's always nights like this every now and then. Since your nemesis, the Winter Soldier, disappeared, things have been a little quiet.
Soon, though, you feel that little spark. The tingling sense that someone wrong is afoot.
Shooting up into the air, you fly towards the bad vibe, until you reach an alleyway outside a bar. There's a group of rowdy men yelling, and you realize they're having a fight. There seems to be around 8 of them all ganging up on one guy, which doesn't sit right with you.
"Hey!" You yell from behind them, standing with your hands on your hips. They immediately stop at the sound of your voice and turn around.
One of them snorts, looking you up and down. "Oh no, it's Starshine or whatever the fuck. I'm so scared!" He calls out sarcastically.
"You shouldn't be scared," You tell him, taking a threatening step towards him. "You should be terrified."
Before he can retort with another insult, you fly over and kick him in the chest, sending him backwards. Most of his friends run off, but some of them stay, reckoning they can take you on. You quickly prove them wrong, debilitating them within seconds.
Once they're all groaning in pain on their backs, you make your way over to the poor guy they were all beating on. He's sitting against a wall, his eyes wide with awe as he stares you down. His lip is bleeding and one of his eyes are swelling up and holy fuck is that Steve from work?
Ignoring the desire to beat him up, too, you hold out your hand to him. "You okay?" You ask, treating him as politely as you treat the other civilians. You aren't Y/N right now. You're Starling. And you have an image to upkeep.
"I'm great," He says weakly, taking your hand and getting up to his feet. "And you- you're Starling."
"That, I am," You confirm with a laugh, wondering whether he'll compliment you on your ass or do something else to reinforce how pig-headed he is.
"Thank you for saving me," Steve says, an earnest look on his face. You've never heard him speak so softly, and you've definitely never seen him smile so kindly, and it makes you feel like you're in some weird alternate universe.
"That's my job," You tell him, patting his shoulder. "Want a lift home?" You're not giving him any special treatment; you offer all the civilians you save a ride home after you've done the saving, seeing as a nice flight typically cheers them up after what is usually a traumatic experience.
"Absolutely," Steve breathes out, the corner of his mouth quirking up.
You let him climb onto your back before you jump off the ground and shoot off into the night sky, hearing him whooping in your ear. It's impossible to hold back your laughs at his excitement, and you purposely do a few unnecessary loops and turns to pull out his gasps.
After a few minutes, you land on his balcony, and he laughs with delight before frowning. "Wait- how did you know where I live?"
Fuck. You can't exactly say you remember it from the work get-together he held at his place last year. "Uh... I'm Starling!" You say, holding up your hands. "I have a sixth sense about that sort of thing."
"Wow," He breathes out, his chest heaving. "That was incredible- you are incredible, Starling."
It feels weird to be hearing something other than an insult from his mouth being directed to you, but you gladly accept it. "No problem, Steve." Shit.
His eyes widen. "How do you know my-" He stops midway before grinning. "Ahhh, that sixth sense again, right?"
You nod quickly. "Right. Well, good night, Steve."
"You're gonna leave already?" He asks with a slight pout, the light in his eyes dying a little.
You cannot stay. It's Steve fucking Rogers; the man who makes your life a living hell. "Yep. More people to save. Bye!"
With that, you fly away, not giving him a chance to get another word in.
The next day, you're expecting there to be a huge fanfare at work. You can see it now: Steve surrounded by all your coworkers, telling them all about how Starling saved his life and how her ass looks even better in person. He has probably already written a front-page article all about it, embellished to make himself look a lot better, of course.
But when you walk into the office, there's nothing special going on. There's no crowd around Steve's desk, no hubbub amongst the others about how Starling saved one of their own. He's sitting there, typing on his laptop, his face blank as though it's just another day.
You can't help but approach him, curiosity getting the best of you. "What happened to your face, Rogers?" You ask, smirking slyly at him as you take in his black eye and bust lip. "Finally got what you deserve, I see."
He rolls his eyes and looks up from his laptop at you. "If you must know, I got into a bar fight."
"Wow," You drag out with a laugh. "You macho man, you. Let me guess; I should see the other guy?"
"Actually, yes," Steve counters sternly. "And if you don't get out of my personal space soon, I'll show you exactly what happened to him."
You're surprised he hasn't mentioned Starling, and you're not sure how to feel about it. "Is that a physical threat, Mr. Rogers?" You ask him with a gasp, placing a hand on your chest. "Am I going to have to report you to HR? You know Tobey won't be happy with you - it would be your second strike."
"Fuck off," He groans, leaning back in his chair. "I've had enough of your face and grating voice for the rest of the week. Bye, now."
Fucking ungrateful piece of shit. Should've left him to be beaten up a little more.
Carnivals are supposed to be fun. Rides, junk food, and rigged booth games. For you, though, the carnival weekend only means stress and responsibility.
The Chief of Police personally hired you to keep an eye out for danger today, and you could do with the extra cash. Seeing as the rest of the NYPD see you as a no-good vigilante who needs to be detained, your work with Fury remains a secret. Good thing keeping secrets is your forte.
The carnival goes relatively smoothly for the most part, until that little spark goes off and you feel a bad vibe stronger than you've felt in a while.
Suddenly, while you're strolling through the crowds in your civilian clothes, a blood-curdling scream sounds out from behind you. You immediately run in that direction, sneaking behind the booths to rip off your shirt and jeans, revealing your suit. Taking off your hat, you pull out your mask and slip it on, before reaching the source of the panic.
When you see him, your heart stops.
It can't be.
"Winter Soldier!" You yell, infuriated.
He's pummeling through the vendors and destroying their booths, which explains all the screaming. You zoom over to him, pulling back your first before landing it straight onto his face. He flies backwards, crashing to the ground and rolling around.
"I should've known you'd be back," You grumble as the swarms of people run away, screaming for their lives before you continue. "Like clockwork, you can't help but be an annoying pain in my fucking ass."
He gets back up to his feet, and you notice that his metal arm looks much more advanced - and a fuck-ton scarier - since the last time you saw it. Shit. This could be bad.
"Hello, Star-Thing," He greets you coldly, his blue eyes the only thing making him look remotely human. His mask covers the bottom half of his face, but you can hear his words clearly. "Ready to die?"
Without any hesitation, you rush over to him and engage him in combat. Admittedly, the arm has always scared you, but you do well to keep yourself collected and in control.
You lift your leg up to kick him but he grabs it and pulls you forward, causing you to fall onto him. He then sends you straight to the ground and your grip on his shoulders pulls him right down with you.
"Give up," You say with a strained voice, kicking his torso repeatedly.
He tilts his head and you see a mischievous glint in his eyes. "I'm the one on top of you."
With a deep breath, you hit his shoulder and push him over onto his back, before punching his face repeatedly. "Not anymore, bitch!"
After roughing each other up some more, you feel him attempting to rip off your mask. Motivated by your need to keep your identity a secret, you fight harder, relishing in his grunts and groans of pain.
"Your tin arm is no match for my natural strength," You say arrogantly, hoping none of the civilians can hear you seeing as it doesn't really fit into your friendly personality to be so egoistic. "Tell me, Soldier; what lab were you created in?"
"Fuck you!" He spits weakly, kicking you in the chest and sending you falling into a stall. Pressing a button on his metal arm, the Winter Soldier stumbles backwards before a black motorbike zooms through the crowds and parks up right next to him. He shoots you a wink and clambers onto it. "Until next time, Star-Thing." With that, he drives away, speeding through the carnival with no concern for the pedestrians.
You jump to your feet and are about to fly after him, when you hear the weak cries of some people trapped under the debris of a stall the Soldier destroyed. Rushing over, you lift up a wooden pillar, resting it on your back while allowing the civilians to escape. "Everyone good?" You ask through heavy breaths, scanning them all up and down. "Anyone hurt?"
Just as you drop the wooden pillar back to the ground when the last person crawls out, you hear a weak groan from behind you. The booth that you were thrown into has crumbled to the ground, and you're horrified to see an arm sticking out.
You rip up the pieces desperately, hoping they're not badly hurt seeing as it was your body crashing into it that caused the booth to collapse. The groans become clearer and you finally see a head. You place your hands under the man's arms and pull him out while he whimpers.
"Shit," You whisper, getting onto your knees beside him. "Are you alright, Sir?"
"My arm," He whimpers. "I think it's broken."
Cursing under your breath, you brush his hair out of his face- only to recognize him immediately.
"Steve?" You ask with disbelief. What are the fucking chances?
"Starling?" He responds quietly, a weak smile on his lips. "We gotta stop meeting like this, baby."
Ignoring the butterflies the stupid pet name gives you, you take him into your arms before flying up and towards his apartment. Yes, Fury will be pissed at you for leaving without debriefing him, but he can wait.
"What a coincidence, huh?" Steve said with a laugh as you lay him down on his couch. "I don't think you've ever saved anyone else twice."
With a raised brow, you smirk down at him. "Yeah? And how would you know that?"
He gives you a sheepish look. "It's sort of my job to know. Steve Rogers; journalist for the Daily Bugle. But I swear, I'm not one of the ones that try and make you out to be a bad guy."
Chuckling, you get down on your knees beside him and pay his shoulder. "Don't worry about it, Mr. Rogers. The Bugle is usually pretty nice to me, compared to some of the other papers in this city."
He winces again, reminding you of his injury. Immediately, you rip the sleeve of his shirt open, your heart skipping a beat when you see his tense bicep. Since when was he so fucking ripped?
"I think I should take you to the hospital," You comment. "Just to be sure. I can't really tell what your injury is just from looking... or feeling."
"No, please," He whines. "I hate hospitals. I don't think it's broken; I was just being dramatic."
You narrow your eyes at him. "Are you just saying that to get out of seeing a doctor?"
Shaking his head adamantly, he stretches out his arm. "See? I'm fine. Just a little bruised. Nothing a kiss wouldn't make better."
Almost choking at his words, you get back up to your feet. "Noted. I'll send someone over."
"Kidding," He says softly, chuckling, before looking up at you. "Doesn't it get hot, wearing a mask all the time?"
Truthfully, you don't even notice it anymore. It only covers the top half of your face, so you can breathe just fine. "I guess my cheeks get a little heated," You say with a shrug. "Usually, I'm too focused on the bad guy to notice."
Steve sits up slowly, his eyes widening. "That- that was the Winter Soldier, wasn't it? He's back."
With a regretful sigh, you sit next to him and nod. "Yes, it was." You're not sure why you're still here, but you're enjoying Steve's presence. It's eons different to how he acts at work with the real you, and he's admittedly a pleasant person to be around when he isn't hurtling insults at you.
"What are you gonna do?" He asks with concern. "Last time, he swore he was going to kill the mayor."
"I assure you; Mayor Stark will be just fine," You insist. "I'm gonna do what I do best. Protect New York."
A smile grows on Steve's lips as he stares at you with adoration. "You're, like, incredible."
Is he leaning in? Fuck, he's leaning in.
Aaaaaaand that's your cue.
"Well, I should get going," You say quickly, standing up. "I'm glad you're okay, Steve. But please; stop getting yourself into trouble!"
He grins and stands up too, towering over you. "If it means you're there to save me, I'll get in trouble every day."
Pointing a finger at him, you slowly start walking backwards. "That better be a joke, Sir. Bye, now!"
Work the next day is hectic. Everyone's rushing to get the best pictures and coverage from the carnival disaster yesterday, while you've decided to do an article on the stock market instead.
When your phone rings, you hold in your grimace. "What is it, Fury?" You ask, looking around to make sure nobody is in earshot.
"We have a problem," He tells you in a panic. "The Mayor wants to meet you. Not just Starling; you."
"What?" You hiss, your eyes narrowing. "What the fuck does that mean?"
"Stark thinks he should be privy to your true identity," Fury goes on to say. "As the mayor, he believes it's his right."
"Well, did you tell him that I don't compromise my identity for anyone?" You ask, a deep frown on your forehead. "Not even the President thought herself to have the right to know my true identity. If I can sit in the Oval Office suited up, why the fuck can't I do the same in Stark's tacky lounge?"
"Calm down," Fury insists, making you roll your eyes before he continues. "I told him you'd be open to a dinner-"
"But you can keep your mask and suit on. I just thought I'd give you a heads up. I didn't want you to be surprised if he asks you to take the mask off."
"Fuck's sake, Fury," You grumble, rubbing your face. "When's this dinner happening?"
He clears his throat before answering you. "In about 6 hours."
You are pissed. You knew you shouldn't have agreed to work alongside a police officer, and now you're being forced to go to stupid dinners with stupid men. Of course, working with Fury has its benefits - he keeps you in the loop in the NYPD's plans for city security and offers you good money when he wants you to attend events or act as extra patrol.
Tony Stark is an appalling showman, and an even worse mayor.
"It's such an honor to have you in my home, Starling!" He exclaims warmly, leading you through the large corridors and into the main room, where the rest of the dinner guests await. You recognize a few political faces as well as Fury, who sips a whiskey with his eyes trained on you.
"Thank you for having me," You reply politely, having to upkeep your girl-next-door reputation no matter how much you want to just grab that bottle of expensive-looking bourbon from the bar and chug it down.
"There's someone I'd like for you to meet," Tony tells you with a proud smile, wrapping his arm around a handsome brunette and pulling him closer. "This is my son; Bucky."
His eyes are the first thing you notice. Blue as the sky, they're bright and familiar, though you peg your recognition of them to the fact that you've met thousands of civilians and it's likely that you've come across the same shade of blue once or twice before.
Bucky looks you up and down with awe in his eyes. "Wow. It's really you."
His voice is the second thing that throws you for a loop. Though calm and friendly, it gives you a bad feeling in the pit of your stomach. Putting it down to nerves because of how aesthetically pleasing he is, you ignore your gut and plaster on a smile. "It's lovely to meet you, Bucky."
"Well, I'll let you two kids get acquainted," Tony says, clapping his hands together. "I need to go check on dinner."
Once he's gone, Bucky grins at you. "It really is amazing that you're here," He reiterates, before his eyes widen when he notices someone behind you. He quickly pulls on their arm and pulls them closer, and you almost gasp when you recognize him. "This is my best friend, Steve."
You and Steve share a long look, a sheepish smile on his lips as his cheeks tinge pink.
"When he heard about the dinner Dad was throwing for you, he begged me to let him come," Bucky tells you coyly. "Begged me."
"Shut it," Steve grumbles, playfully hitting his chest before giving you a bright beam. "Great to see you again, Starling - and I'm not a stalker or anything, I swear."
With a laugh, you place a hand on his bicep. "Don't worry about it, Steve. I'm happy to see you again."
You don't miss the way Bucky teasingly nudges Steve's stomach, while Steve himself looks bashfully to the ground. You're not used to him being so shy and cute and-
Wait. Cute? This is the guy that would happily piss in your coffee if he had the opportunity. Get a grip.
"Would you like a tour of the house?" Bucky offers brightly, before slyly adding, "Get away from all the old guys for a bit?"
"Absolutely," You agree, letting him and Steve lead you out of the lounge.
Bucky explains the origins of some paintings on the wall while you half-listen, trying your best to figure out where you've heard that damn voice before.
Once you reach the large library, you can't hold it in any longer. "Have we met before?" You ask him, narrowing your eyes at him.
He looks taken aback by your question, before chucking. "Uh, no, I don't think so. You meet many one-armed brunettes in the city?"
One-armed? Glancing down, you see that the left arm of his jacket is covering nothing; there is no hand peeking through the cuff. "Wow- how did you- actually, I'm being intrusive, I apologize," You change your mind, shaking your head.
Steve has picked up a book and is flicking through it, and you find yourself wondering what he enjoys reading, and what he'd sound like reading out to you.
Get a fucking grip.
"No, it's fine," Bucky insists with a warm smile. "I served in the army and sustained a pretty gnarly injury. Ended up having to get the entire thing amputated."
You wince at his words, but attempt to hide the second-hand pain from your face. "Wow. That is... that is something."
He grins, "The lack of an arm gets me more girls than having two ever did, so it has its benefits."
Steve snorts from behind Bucky, shaking his head. "Idiot."
You can't help but get a niggling feeling of suspicion in your head, but you do well to ignore it. His eyes, his voice, the arm...
No. There's no way.
"Well, Dad'll go ballistic if we're late for the appetizers," Bucky says with a playful eye-roll before patting your shoulder. "Come along, Star-Thing."
The breath is stolen from your lungs. Your eyes are wide and unblinking as he casually walks past you, leaving you frozen. Steve offers you a small smile, but you can't find it in you to reciprocate it.
Holy fuck. The Mayor's son is the Winter fucking Soldier.
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I'm not trying to be annoying or anythinh but the Stucky x Reader fic where they're sick is confusing to me since in canon the Super Soldier Serum makes them immune to ever single disease and virus in existence I'm pretty sure. Just letting you know in case you didn't or forgot to mention that its different from canon :/
Not annoying at all nonnie. I totally get what you’re saying but I think it’s really fun to imagine how they would be if they did get sick (which unfortunately, they can’t). I did forget to mention that its non-canon but now that you’ve bought this up, I will.
Sick! Stucky is def NON-CANON coz it’s impossible for them to get sick and it's just fun to imagine🤷🏽♀️🌸
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for a delicate headcanon i was thinking about them cooking in the hovel!!! 🥰 i feel like bucky would want to do the cooking but has a hard time with one arm🥺so the reader helps him out
very much domestic vibes🥰🙏
delicate hc // ohhhh yes i can so see it
- okay so the bunker def has like non-perishable food so they mostly cook and eat that stuff
- omg but imagine them having a little garden
- bucky would be so gentle with the lil plants
- and reader is like wow he is so smol
- imagine them eating berries and laughing bc it turns their tongues and lips blue
- “buck, lipstick is a good look on you.”
- trips to the waterfall to get more water for cooking
- if bucky has trouble and drops anything, reader catches it with supah fast reflexes bc they’re so in tune with each other
- “chef bucky”
- “don’t call me that”
- “okay gordon ramsay”
- “who the hell...”
- jokes about how bad 40’s food was
- “we used to boil everything”
- bucky insists on making food bc he thinks reader does everything for him and wants to return the favor
- begrudgingly she lets him
- but she stays hovering and is always right behind him incase he needs help
- she worried about her boy
- damn this man smells hella nice though
- them just having lil dinners alone together night after night
- them missing that once they go back
- “a toast!”
- “y/n, that’s just water”
- “just pretend it’s champagne or something!”
- he’s like “okay ma’am” with heart eyes bc shes makin jokes and smiling and he wants to keep it that way
- they have outstanding conversations over dinner but like the two could talk for hours and not get bored in general
- “hey, what do you want for breakfast?”
- bucky remembers the food she likes and how she likes it cooked
- she always makes breakfast and he always makes dinner
- she always makes two breakfasts for him bc mans has a huge appetite
- they sit at the same chairs every time they eat at the table and it becomes a little routine for them
- just domestic softness and the little things they learn about one another that bring them closer together
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Nothing to Despair | 20. In the reflected sky
PAIRING: Soft!Dark!Bucky Barnes x Reader
SYNOPSIS: Bucky and a girl he never met before have to go undercover as married on a mission to Europe. He feels alienated in the modern world, while she goes through life alone and abandoned. Maybe they can find a new home in each other, but she’s not easily convinced.
CHAPTER NOTES: More angst, more smut. Assisted masturbation, creampie, slightly painful sex, sweet dirty talk (from reader) and generally the softest soft-domme!reader ever to be written, reconciliation, jealousy. Also, we get more insight into reader’s thinking and there’s a lot of sadness and dark thoughts.
Thank you for all your lovely comments! Beta-read by @offcast-plus1 <3
WORD COUNT: 6.2k
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I was the shadow of the waxwing slain
By the false azure in the windowpane;
I was the smudge of ashen fluff - and I
Lived on, flew on, in the reflected sky.
— Vladimir Nabokov, Pale Fire
He barely managed to get her back in bed, but she was too tired to fight and too sore to run away. Even Bucky had a hard time getting up, managing to wipe down her thighs and wash up a bit before curling back behind her. It was a while, an hour maybe, before she spoke again, to ask:
"What's the point of it?"
"It's a way to get closer to you," he whispered, pressing his lips to her shoulder blade. "Like kissing you. And holding you. And talking to you. And seeing you. That's why you like to be alone, isn't it?" She wasn't speaking or moving but he felt her pause, as if in thought, and then her head turned slightly in a mute question. "If people can't get close they can't hurt you. Is that it, doll?" The girl frowned and turned away again, letting her head sink back to the pillow. "I'll let you in on something: people don't have to be close to you to hurt you."
"If they do it from a distance, at least that's not your fault," she muttered.
"Alright. Why don't you stop talking around it and just tell me what's been bothering you?"
"You. You're bothering me."
Bucky sighed through his teeth and leaned over, grabbing her chin. "You know what I mean."
"It's none of your business," she hissed, throwing him a sharp glare, small and curled up as she was.
"You're my wife now, it is my business."
She instantly regretted saying anything and decided then and there to never do it again. Like every other needy person, he took everything, anything she said, and used it against her.
"Is it so hard to trust me that you won't even try?" he asked with a firmer grip. "You think you've come across worse people than I have? Even without counting Hydra, or SHIELD for that matter. Whatever kind of double-cross you want, I've had it," Bucky rasped, then with half a hesitation added "including from you."
He regretted saying it before it was even out, but searching her face he saw no changes. She kept the same frown and clenched jaw, looking neither hurt nor moved by what he said. She either didn't feel guilty, or wasn't sorry, and though he didn't apologise he softened anyway, hand moving backward to caress her cheek and brush the hair over her ear. Bucky sighed and pulled her back down, with himself slotted behind her again.
"I want to take everything you've got, doll, good and bad. And I want to give you everything I've got, good and bad… That's what marriage is supposed to be," he said as he started running his fingers on the surface of her arm. "Let me help you carry the bad stuff, sweetheart." But she kept quiet. "If nothing else, at least as a friend?" he tried. She didn't even move, except to clench her jaw tighter. "I don't like knowing you're like this, doll. I hate seeing you unhappy."
She could think of a hundred things to tell him; that she was happy before, that she'd be happy without him, that nobody could be happy for very long anyway, and that he should probably worry more about himself as he was the lonely and pathetic one.
They skipped out on lunch and stayed in bed together. Bucky held her tightly, caressing her now and then, kissing the back of her head, her neck, her shoulder… in the moments of pause between thinking of how he could use what he'd been through to help her. Thinking back to some books his doctor had him read, some strategies he was forced to go through in his therapy, thinking for the first time seriously about what, really, had led him to trust people again, and imagining, at the end of all of it, her loving him back.
She, with her back to him, stared out toward the window at the roiling sea, imagining what it would feel like to jump.
They washed up and dressed for dinner early. Bucky took them to the place she liked best — incidentally the most elegant and expensive — and it was quiet and selective enough for them to speak even in whispers, if they wanted, but she didn't have much to say. Neither of them had had a bite to eat since breakfast, but dinner was difficult for her. She ordered a bowl of soup and spent most of the time just running the spoon over its surface. And he hadn't missed how stiffly she walked, how delicately she sat down — most probably bruised a little bit.
Bucky finished his dinner and spent the rest of the time nursing a glass of whisky. He rested his elbow on the low wall of their booth and braced his temple against a gloved metal index, fingers moving across his lips absentmindedly as he watched her play with her cold food. He didn't want it to be like that, but he couldn't stand it anymore, couldn't keep waiting… however much he'd wanted to. Bucky meant what he said when he said it, during their dance at the hotel: that he would be there for her whenever she was ready. But faced with what that actually meant, he couldn't do it, he couldn't wait. He wanted her, so badly, and now.
"What are you thinking?" he asked in a low voice.
She was probably thinking that if he'd broken that promise, what else was he willing to break? If she'd been right about him once, what else was she right about? Bucky had hoped he was done with putting his own dark thoughts in other people's heads, fearing what they thought, wondering, guessing — which, as his therapist went to great lengths to explain, would always be worse than the reality. 'Course, his therapist had never met his little wife…
"Would it help to say I'm sorry?"
"I'm sorry anyway."
"You're not sorry that you did it," she bit back. "You're sorry of the consequences."
"Guess you're right," he sighed. "I'm sorry that you're hurting, doll…"
She looked up just once and melted his cold eyes with one sidelong stare. "You should've thought about that before."
Bucky clenched his jaw and took a breath. "I'll be more careful next time, alright?" he whispered, but she just cringed and looked back down. Next time…
"I want to go for a walk."
"Eat your dinner first."
They did take a long, sprinkled stroll on the deck afterward. She said the cold made her feel better, and walking helped too, so he couldn't complain. By the time they went back down to their cabin, it was late at night. The ship was normally pretty quiet, but it was quieter now than ever, the people around them all asleep. They stepped lightly through their suite and turned on just a couple of lamps, diffuse golden pools decorating the place against a backdrop of shadowed corners and a chorus of wisping sea. Bucky took off just his shirt before he stopped to watch her. She'd already undone her hair and it fell around her shoulders in that way he liked so much. She took her blouse off, then her skirt off gently, and sat down — on her own bed this time, which he didn't like. Before she got to do anything else, he was kneeling on one leg before her. She gasped as his hands gripped her calves, but soon returned to her stoic nature.
"Get up, Bucky," she sighed.
He brought her ankles together in his lap and massaged them slowly, keeping his eyes on hers. "Can I ask you something?"
"Can I say no?"
"You can," he smiled.
She pursed her lips, but finally said "Go ahead, ask. I'm curious now."
"Do you think I like hurting you?"
It took her a second to think it through before she answered. "I think you don't care, either way."
"Maybe I don't care as much as I should, but I do care," he said as he worked his hands slowly higher. "Do you like hurting me?"
"You are not exactly hurting," she narrowed her eyes. He kept watching as if she said nothing, caressing her legs lightly. "You're not being hurt, Bucky." He reached all the way to her hips, still waiting for an honest answer. "No," she sighed, "it doesn't make me happy."
"So what would make you happy?"
"And don't say letting you go, because that's not going to happen."
"That's not going to happen," he gritted out. "So, what would make you happy?"
She closed her mouth and looked at the space between them, finally considering his question seriously. "I need to think about it," she eventually said.
Bucky nodded and even smiled a little, his large grey eyes crinkling kindly, tired. His hands were now at the garter belt, playing with the suspenders, and he started to undo them one by one, peeling them carefully away from the edge of the stockings. There was a heat back in his eyes. His big rough hand, even the metal fingers, were deft with the little clasps, and it can't have been just from watching her put them on and off so many times.
"You're surprisingly good at that," she remarked in an icy tone as he rolled one stocking down.
"Am I?" he smirked.
"Perhaps not so surprising," she said, right before she kicked him in the chest. He fell back down more out of shock than anything, and then dared to laugh.
"Dollface, what did I do?" he asked from his sprawl.
"I can undress myself," she muttered, walking around him toward the living room. Before she was through the doorway, he had his arms around her waist and pulled her back in. "This isn't helping me do that thinking we just talked about," she growled as she clawed at his arms.
Bucky walked them backwards to his bed, rubbing his face into her hair and moaning at the scent. "Sweetheart… I can't believe you right now," he smiled. "You're not jealous, are you?"
"Over a mouth breathing mountain of manure like you? Never."
"Ouch," he chuckled. "You know the women you're jealous of are all dead, right?"
"Oh, is that so?" she giggled bitterly, and half-way turned around in his arms just to catch a glimpse of his face as she said "So I suppose it doesn't matter what Hamelin and I did before you found us."
His grin turned to a grimace and instantly he raised a hand to hold her chin. "Nothing happened between the two of you," he said with all amusement gone.
"Yes. But it's worth saying it to see how your face fell," she smirked. "And he's dead anyway, so it doesn't matter, right?"
He heaved a breath and shook his head. "That isn't fair, it's… That's different."
She tilted her head back, out of his grip, and smiled sadly. "You're right about that."
His hold was loose enough now that she stepped out of it. She sat back down on the bed and removed the other stocking while Bucky looked at her, still a little angry. "What's that supposed to mean?" he asked, hands on his hips, looking like he could fill half the room with his breadth and outrage.
What wasn't fair? That he'd won her? Would she really prefer that slimy, slippery snake to him? Weaker, smaller, unremarkable, who didn't know her, who could never give her half of what he could, whose mission it was to basically throw her away, who could never protect her or make her happy. A middling agent compared to him, Martin had been no match for Bucky, and Hamelin was no match for The Fist of Hydra, the Winter Soldier — was that it? Was that what she wanted? Was he just too soft? Was that why she preferred the metal arm?
And what did she mean, then, by 'different'? Bucky knew what he meant: his past girls were never a threat to her, they were long gone and he wasn't pining after any of them, so what was she worried about? Meanwhile, Hamelin — or rather, Martin — not only had the chance to take her away but was actually supposed to, and relatively recently too. Just because he was dead, buried, and decraniated, didn't make it any better.
"I meant exactly what you meant," she said evenly, then turned her dour face up to him and sighed. "I want get cleaned up and go to bed."
Her bare feet were braced on the floor, her hands braced on the edge of the bed, and she sat right in front of him in her lacy red slip, one strap off the shoulder, and… asked to go to bed with him. His rational mind said 'no, they weren't done talking', but his body said:
"Yeah, er… sure, g-go right ahead, honey."
Of course, he didn't know that she'd cheat.
Turning in bed sometime in the night, Bucky expected to wrap his arm around her but instead felt nothing, his hand falling as if through space. Feeling around, the bed was empty and cold. He raised himself up slightly on his arms to look around — her own bed, in front of him, was empty. Looking toward the door, there was no light on in the living room. He looked over his shoulder and finally spotted her: she was sitting by the windowsill, inside of its little alcove, crouched and on her back. Her feet were on the wall of it, her knees cuddled to her chest as she rested her forehead against the window, and looked out at the sky.
As soon as she heard him shift around in bed, she winced and tensed up. Oh no, here it comes. Turning her head and meeting his eyes, she reflexively straightened, sitting a bit higher. He's going to come over, she thought to herself. But he just turned and stretched toward the bed table, grabbing the watch to see the time. It must've been around 4 AM.
"You ok?" he asked through the gruff of sleep as he leaned forward on one elbow.
"Yes," she said, and cringed at the lameness of her own reply.
She'd been enjoying her time alone, at least a little bit. She just wanted to sit by the window and look at constellations again, even if these ones were completely different. But now he was awake and he'd caught her and he was definitely going to come and ask some stupid questions… But he just sighed and stayed mercifully where he was. Even through the dark and distance, Bucky saw the way she looked at him: legs tight, feet bent at the ankles and pointing toward the window, her face half-turned away while she watched him through the corner of her eyes. One didn't need to be a trained assassin to understand. So against his every instinct, he laid back down and turned around so that at least he couldn't see her — nor she him — and pretended to go back to sleep.
She was as surprised as she was grateful to be left in peace, but there was nothing for it now. He'd woken up, he'd seen her, and she couldn't focus anymore on anything other than the chance — the risk — that he could come over any minute now and… And what? Turning back toward the window, she tried to enjoy the view again, but she just kept feeling his presence from across the room, wondering now what he thought, what he felt — it was always like this, this always came with being seen. Everyone just had to have some opinion, and she couldn't help but care, and worry.
This is going to be the rest of my life, she bitterly thought. All her options of freedom, of going where she wanted, of being alone for days, of not having to speak to anyone for long blissful weeks, gone. It's always going to be like this.
Don't you like him even a little bit though?
That's not the point.
And he likes you…
That's not true.
She turned to look at him on the bed, his breaths deep and body still, all that hot skin above the covers and lean strong shapes beneath. His hair was a bit ruffled and just beneath the pillow she could see the metal arm curled up, hugging it in sleep. He was so tactile, so instinctively intimate, even after everything he'd been through — perhaps because of it. Bucky deserved to have someone nice… She thought over what he said earlier, 'what made her happy'. She couldn't remember many recent occasions of that, not significant ones at least: sure, a successful report was alright, the heartfelt thanks from a colleague was nice, and finding a favourite cake at a shop, or a set of bonbons in beautiful packaging, or seeing a kitty, or getting to pet one.
But those were just little pleasant moments that went away, they weren't the foundation for anything. And none of them involved any real intimacy — if anything all events of intimacy, from something as distant as just being at a party to being forced to hug someone, all of them left her feeling stressed, and inadequate, and sad, and took hours to recover from. She explored in her mind all the options of giving Bucky what he wanted, his payment for keeping her safe from SHIELD, but she couldn't imagine putting herself through any of it. She couldn't even fake it, the very thought got stuck in her mind. He wouldn't let her get away, he'd made that abundantly clear, and she couldn't bide her time with fake affection until he inevitably got bored of her. All it left her with were awful options: keep being miserable, or make him angry enough to throw her away and end up in prison. Or… ?
How else, how else to survive having to be his wife and give him what he wants when I hate it, I hate him… I don't hate him.
She sunk lower in the window's alcove and loosely hugged herself. The wedding ring nearly touched the glass, reflecting faintly back, and looking at it, she got lost in thoughts of that morning, when he'd made her his. How he looked at her, and how he touched her and held her and talked to her and kissed her, but mostly how he — She couldn't hold the memories for long without having to cover her face completely with both hands, then had to open her eyes and look between her fingers at the wall to distract herself, to stop herself remembering. And it wasn't just the shame of being seen and felt by a man, wasn't just about the utter meanness of him to do it when she told him 'no', wasn't even about losing that part of herself because she'd thought about it, too, with him…
An idea came, and her whole body shivered.
What if he really does like you?
There's no chance of that.
But then, with the cold ring brushing her face, right in front of her, inescapable, she thought of another way through this. She took a vow, after all, and he really was her husband. If she could do it as a job, as an obligation like any other, as a duty… Would it make her happy, to perform a duty? To fulfil of a noble vow, to sublimate it somehow for —
it isn't going to work it isn't going to work it isn't going to work
— for however long it lasted.
She sighed and looked once more at the back of him and, without thinking anymore, let her body raise her up, take her back to bed, and lay her slowly down. The mattress didn't even move as she inched her way to his side. Her forehead barely touched his back, and that was all he was waiting for as instantly he turned and wrapped his arm around her. His leg curled around hers, lips at her forehead for one long kiss, and after he was done, he rested his chin over her head and settled her comfily against his chest with one deep, contented sigh.
She woke up to bright lights and an empty bed. Cracking her eyes open, Bucky was nowhere in sight, and sunshine was pouring through the window. She checked the phone and saw it was 10:30 AM, and just then she heard noise coming from the living room.
"You up yet, babe?" he asked in a light tone as he wheeled something inside.
"What's that?" she rasped.
He brought it to the side of the bed and leaned down to kiss the top of her head. "Thought we might have breakfast in bed today."
Bucky had let her sleep in and called for room service again. He was clean and shaved and still in a bathrobe, with probably little underneath. And while she didn't exactly like how yesterday's breakfast ended, it was tempting to stay in bed.
"Can I maybe shower first?" she asked, then added "I'll be quick," realising he'd probably waited for her before eating.
"Sure thing, doll," he grinned.
As it turned out, Bucky had a reason for keeping her in bed. After they cleared out the coffee cups and the plates and boring newspapers, he cupped her neck and leaned it back and fell upon her with kisses, inching her own robe away and taking his completely off.
"Left me hungry for you after yesterday, darling," he whispered into her skin. "Wanted to wait a bit more, but…" Kiss after kiss, he worked his way lower as he held her ribcage still.
"Thought you'd had your fill…"
He raised his head enough to grin at her. "I'm just getting started."
"Bucky…" she whined when his hands, fingers spread and teasing, passed over her chest, his lips at her stomach. She had to call his name again to get his attention.
"What is it, doll?" he huskily asked with his mouth just above the surface of her skin.
"I'm still achy."
"Oh…" His hands went back down to caress her sides, up and down in steady motions, as he looked into her eyes and tried to calm his breathing. "It's ok…" he gently said and, as his metal hand settled a bit higher and the thumb moved left and right to tease the tip of her, he offered "Maybe we can try something else, if you want."
She only had herself to blame, and her newly formed and probably doomed dedication to the idea of duty. Two minutes later she was straddling him, one leg bent the other stretched beside him, her chest slightly above his, hands holding on to him by his neck while his teeth nipped at her shoulder. Her still-damp hair stuck to her back, but her front was burning from him. He wasn't doing anything to her, he just wanted to have her there for him to feel on top of his chest and stomach while he worked himself beneath her. His left arm was steady at her back, just in case she slipped lower than she wanted to.
"That's it, sweetheart," he murmured. "Just let yourself lay down on me…" His right arm and shoulder flexed with the movement, and slowly it moved her too, and as she allowed herself to lay a bit more firmly, like he said, the whole surface of his skin was teased. "Bit higher," he moaned, stretching his neck to reach hers with his lips. "Let me kiss you there…"
She pulled herself up the distance and leaned her head back, allowing him to place a suckling kiss over her throat. His teeth just barely grazed it, and she gasped. He felt her tense as if to pull away, and although she didn't move, he whined into her skin in protest.
"It's ok, it's ok," he tried to placate her, to place a few more kisses up and down her neck. "Don't be scared… Don't be scared of me."
She bowed her head and let it sink into the pillow, trying not to hear the sleek wet sounds behind, nor think of what the jerking motions of his arm meant. Each kiss he placed on her came as a surprise, each one made her jump a little, and each of his moans made her wonder if something was wrong, if she was a burden, if she made things worse, but they were only followed by more kisses.
Bucky raised his head from her and turned to whisper in her ear, pleading and hungry, "I need more." She almost turned her head, her cheek brushing his. "Talk to me, sweetheart…" He must've felt her choke, and though his arm didn't stop its rhythmic up and down, he added a more gentle "Can you?"
"I'll try…" she whispered back, still against his cheek and unable to look at anything. Maybe speaking would distract her. "I… I do want you to feel good," and she did mean it, she did want to help him, especially when he was being so gentle, so cautious with her, and of all the ways to be a wife this should be the easiest, right?
"Oh yeah, you do?" he asked with a smirk, and it wasn't necessarily just teasing because the prospect that she wanted him to feel nice, that she might even want to be the reason for it, was both exciting and rather new. And to hear it from her, who was still fairly innocent and untried by any other man, meant there would be a little less artifice there, a little more sincerity.
She raised her head to look at him and bit her lip as she looked into his eyes, nodding mutely at first, before she softly spoke "I do, I want to give you what you want. You're so good, sweetheart, you've been so good to me…"
He inhaled sharply, and though she was so quiet he might not have heard her if he was just a bit further, her words struck deep and stayed there. On its own, his grip tightened on his manhood, and he cradled her closer with the metal arm, feeling her soft and damp across his stomach.
"Is this what you wanted, darling?" she asked as she ran her fingers in feather touches down his neck, the inside of his arm, "You like it when I talk to you?", then up again and down his flexing chest, "you like it when I touch you?" stopping to flick and tease him there and make him moan almost in pain. Then she sunk her nails in and dragged down, breathing through her teeth to ask "Is this what you like?" and through his rambled pleas of —
"Yes yes y…"
— she asked in a cold low voice "You like me?" Why did you ask that?
"Yes, I… f— I love you." Oh no.
She tore her gaze away from his flushed and open face, away from those soft grey eyes that looked pleadingly at her, to look down between them, between their two chests and the parting of her legs, to where his fist was gripping.
"Darling," she cooed in a sudden teasing tone, so low and close and wet he could hear her tongue brush against her lower lip. "Oh just look at that…" With a purr, she turned her attention back to him and tilted her face as if for a kiss but instead only said, with a little pout, "it's no wonder you hurt me."
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," he panted and rambled heartfelt apologies, but lower down his arm moved faster, gripped harder, in a lovely simulation of how punishingly tight she'd been, what a perfect fight he'd had with her little body, and how satisfying it was to win. He'd never felt like more of a man than when he conquered her. "I didn't mean to hurt you, doll, I swear I never did…"
"Shhh it's alright," she whispered, cupping his face and brushing her fingers over his cheeks, the circles under his eyes, then smoothing out his eyebrows as she looked lovingly across his whole contrite face.
"I just couldn't… I couldn't help it, you —"
"No, don't say that…"
"You're so — oh s— so pretty, sweetheart, I wanted you, I want you, I couldn't help it —"
"Don't talk like that, Bucky," she begged, holding his face still in her hands as she let herself lay lower on him, her legs spreading just slightly, chest pressed against his, her lips almost to his own. He searched her face, mouth parting just in gasps and moans while he teased the tip of himself with his hand, waiting for her to find the words. "If…" she started with a sigh, and threading her fingers through his hair she looked into his eyes for the courage to admit, "Don't say you can't help it, it kills me, it kills me to think about…" And though he might not have understood, she could see in his face a sympathy with the pain he caught a glimpse of. "Be gentle with me or hurt me or do whatever you want to me, but I want you to mean it, alright? Want whatever it is, with me, just with me…"
"Just with you, doll," he promised, metal hand moving up her back to rest at the nape of her neck and hold her there. "My best girl, my own, my only…"
"Tell me you're mine." Her caressing fingers turned into fists in his hair and pulled his head back.
The possessiveness and pain only served to bring him closer, and through teeth gritted in unexpected pleasure, before her demand was even fully through her lips, Bucky answered "Yes yours, only yours, I swear it."
Her grip loosened in his hair and she rewarded him with a kiss, giving him her lips to soften his sighs against and bite and sip tenderness from, while her hands went down to frame his chest, bracing against his hot broad ribcage that arched with frantic breathing.
"I'm so close, sweetheart…" Bucky moaned, and looked with yearning down at her before he asked "Come closer, higher, let me…"
It was more difficult for her to find the courage for it, but remembering her earlier intentions, she moved up his body just the distance needed for his mouth to reach her chest. She braced her hands against the headboard as she held herself above him, her frustrated womanhood fevering away at the base of his ribs while she gave him more flesh to kiss. And all along her back, the metal arm held her — from moving lower, from moving away, from being forgotten — and it didn't even feel cold anymore. Every now and then it would fall all the way down to her thigh and pull her tighter against him, then go back up and caress the hair away from her neck.
"So close…" Bucky rasped, "so close you for, doll."
Her hand went down to grip his upper arm, feeling the flexing and tension and the hard push and pull, and her mouth, without permission, opened to breathlessly ask:
"You feel that?" She looked pointedly down to him, rubbing herself just slightly against him as her other hand relaxed around the bedframe enough so she could lay against him. "You hear it?"
Bucky looked into her eyes, dazed and blinded with pleasure, but he instantly knew what she meant. "It's beating so fast," he whispered, lips pressing kisses right at the centre of her chest to feel the frenzied flutters. His flesh hand moved in ever wetter thrusts while the metal wrapped itself around her, and holding her chest like a cherished box —
"It's beating just for you."
— he pulled her down and kissed her little heart through her ribcage.
She released a sigh and rested her head on top of his, nails sinking into the hard muscles of his arm, though it did little to ground her because all around her, she felt him. Her skin was teased to scorching, the heavy warm scent of him reached deep inside, whenever she opened her eyes she saw either his ruffled hair or his shoulder or arm or his chest or his eyes, and through it all, that constant backdrop of skin against skin, seeping.
His lips left her chest with a sudden urgency. "Doll, please, I need to…"
"Almost there?" she softly asked, looking in his eyes.
"Need to be inside you," he whispered, gaze flickering down to her parted lips. "Please, doll, tell me I can…"
"Just a bit," he husked. "Don't let it go to waste, now…"
"Still hurts", the girl whined, but looked at him as hungrily as he was.
"I'll give you just a little bit, sweetheart, come on… Try for me."
"Alright…" she relented, and allowed him to move her slightly lower.
"Oh, doll…" he moaned when his fingers brushed against her. "So swollen…" She hadn't just been teasing him, she really was still hurting, and he was now even gentler than she could imagine as he moved the tip over, and around, and up and down that dripping heat. "There you go, easy, thaaat's it," Bucky whispered as he eased her down, keeping his eyes on her face for any hint of pain. "Isn't that ok?"
"Yes…" she gasped, looking as ravished as he felt while she bit her lip and blushed.
"Now hold still, honey. So close so close… There it is, there we go, ah f—"
He barely slipped himself in her. Knowing he couldn't go any further destroyed him, but he stopped. "Good?"
She bit her lips closed and moaned, but kept looking at him. His flesh hand held him still, while the metal one pet her back to calm her. It didn't take him much, only a few more brushes of his fist along his length, and the contrast of the cold of the room with the heat of her, and within seconds he could barely keep his eyes open as he felt himself empty up into her. He could tell she noticed exactly when it happened too, her eyes widening and that blush heating up her lips and neck. But she didn't move away, she let her body be used.
Bucky swallowed his moans and looked at her the whole time, from the first rush to the slow drip of what was left… When he sensed it was done, he took himself out just as carefully and, with his arms around her, moved the girl back down on the bed. She barely touched the mattress when his lips were on her again, kissing her forehead gratefully and full of love.
They rested in bed for a while before getting cleaned up. He made sure she was ok, and she slowly felt her breath come back. Bucky arranged them in such a way that her head could rest against his flesh arm, while the metal one caressed her forehead and hips and any place that felt too warm and needed cooling. He tried not to think about the things she'd said, and by the far off look in her eyes, she was trying not to think about them either. If he started to hope now… He'd hoped before, and it never ended well. But there was something there, something just for him. If she could be so jealous and possessive and as murderous as he, in her own little way, at the thought of other women… It made Bucky's heart soar in such a way that any sexual pleasure paled by comparison. At some point, she remembered he was there and staring at her. She looked up at him through her lashes, but couldn't hold his gaze for long. Even looking back down wasn't enough, so she buried her face in the pillows.
"You alright?" he softly asked, brushing her hair away. She mumbled and nodded a bit. "Want some water?" Her face finally came back up, but she didn't seem too sure, and couldn't look at him again either. "I'll get you some."
Bucky got off the bed with almost a spring in his step and went to look through the minifridge. He poured some cold water in two glasses and went back to bed, propping her up a bit, and she downed the whole thing in one breath. The girl laid slowly back down while Bucky drank his own, but she didn't seem so pained this time; just careful… Once he was back with her, arms all around her again, he found he couldn't hold it in any longer.
"You were perfect," he told her. Immediately, she buried her face back down. "You still are."
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can you please do number 42 off the general prompts? thanks!
42. - "are you flirting with me?" (a/n: god i'm sorry this is so long it's not even a drabble at this point BUT i still hope u like it. it's kinda too cheesy and blah but yeah. thank u for reading !!)
Bucky was fiercely loyal.
Fiercely loyal and incredibly drunk due to Thor’s well brewed Asgardian Mead. He only consumed, mhm, a bottle or two and okay, maybe he took a sip out of the third bottle, but to be fair, Bucky didn’t think he could get this drunk.
He hadn’t been drunk in years, since the 40’s if he remembers correctly.
“Where is he?” he hears through ringing ears. “Where’s my – Buck? Hey, hey, handsome. How you feelin?”
Bucky shakes his head.
“Yeah, I know. I know. Too much and never again,” you gently speak. “How about I take you home, yeah? That sound good?”
You brush your fingers through his hair and lean in to kiss his head, but he pulls away before your lips can make contact.
“’re you – Are you flirting with me?” he slurs. “’m engaged. Have a fiancé. Love her more than anything and you’re…. ‘re flirting with me? Steve! Girl’s flirting with me! I –”
“Buck, I am your –”
“’on’t touch me. I’m married.”
“Thought you were engaged?”
“Heart’s married. Doesn’t matter. I’m taken is all I’m sayin,” he shrugs. “’ou can’t flirt with me.”
You hold back a laugh as he starts walking away from you.
God, your Bucky…your Bucky was something else.
He was everything.
“Okay, then how about I take you home to your wife? Is that okay?”
Bucky stops in his tracks and turns to face you, “Won’t flirt with me? Just take me home?”
“Yeah, yeah I’ll just take you home.”
Then Bucky smiles. Races over to Steve to tell him that this girl is takin me home to my girl and when Steve looks over at you and you shrug with an amused grin on your face, Steve laughs and replies with a quick ok, pal.
Bucky sits in the back.
He doesn’t want to take any chances with you. Something about wanting to keep distance and only liking his girl’s hands on him because she touches him like he’s good and warm and feels like home.
He passes out in the back.
It takes more than a dozen shakes and wake up, Buck’s to get him to wake up and glare at you. Oh, he was glaring at you! Giving you a what did I just say type glare that makes you want to giggle because your boy was so drunk and cute and clueless.
He was so clueless.
He even passes out on the hallway in front of your room.
“Buck, your room –”
“She’s not here yet. Gonna wait fo’ her to come back.”
You shake your head, wanting to convince him to get up and get into bed because he can’t just sleep in the hallway. It’s cold and uncomfortable and their bed is right there! Right there and all he has to do is get up and let you take him there, but his eyes are already closed; his head resting on his arm.
You sigh and take a seat right next to him in the hall. Not too close because well, you know.
“Can ‘ou wake me when she gets here? Need to tell her I love her.”
“She knows, Buck. Trust me, she knows.”
prompts: requests open.
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happy birthday amy!!!! i’m a day late, but i love you!! thank you for all your fic snippets, fielding my ramblings, and sending me ffwf asks even though i’m not always good at responding to them asdfasdf. enjoy some domestic sambucky (+ aj and cass) being annoying and also in love at the grocery store.
sweeter than us
“For the last time, why do we need the app when I have perfectly good coupons right here?” Sam asks in a grocery store aisle, holding up his binder clip stuffed with deals cut out of the newspaper.
“Babe, quick question.”
“Shoot,” Sam challenges, his eyebrows raised in a way that should be inquisitive but is mostly just irritated. Vaguely. Bucky is nothing if not talented at pushing Sam’s buttons, particularly when they’ve both chosen something to argue about for the hell of it, so he’s gotten familiar with the look.
“Aren’t I supposed to be the old man here?”
Sam glares. AJ and Cass stand off to the side, debating what color the frosting on the cake should be. Sam is still holding out the binder clip between them, and with the way his fingers clench it, Bucky wouldn’t be surprised if he manages to turn it into a weapon or, at the very least, a projectile; he’s seen people do more with less. “You, James Buchanan Barnes, are a major pain in the ass.”
“I’m your pain in the ass. Also, the app can price match.”
A vein in Sam’s temple throbs dangerously. Bucky, frankly, doesn’t understand why his reliance on modern technology is such an inconvenience for him. If everyone in the 21st century carries around tiny computers, shouldn’t they use them? Sam is sucking in a breath and Bucky is preparing to continue his defense of his grocery shopping app when AJ speaks up: “Uncle Sam, we’re getting stuff for chocolate cake, right?”
Sam shoots Bucky a look to say this isn’t over, but he turns to face his nephew. “Hell yeah we are.”
Cass frowns. “Mom says you’re not supposed to cuss around us.”
“Your mom is also getting a chocolate cake when everyone knows vanilla is the better flavor,” Sam points out. “Besides,” he winks, which makes both AJ and Cass grin conspiratorially, “are you guys gonna’ tell her?”
“Hell no!” they chorus, and Sam’s vein is doing that thing again.
“Now, wait a second—”
Bucky lets him chew them out. They’re up early getting ingredients for a cake and breakfast in bed for Sarah, seeing as it’s her birthday, and while he suspected bringing AJ and Cass along might not help their productivity any, it is endearing to see his boyfriend around them.
Bucky eyes their cart. Going to the grocery store with a big family—and somehow, Bucky has one of those now—inevitably means, as Bucky has learned, picking up things you didn’t plan on getting. They’re not doing too bad this time around, but lunch meat, goldfish, cantaloupe, chicken nuggets, and ice cream, among other things, are definitely not the ingredients they came for.
“—just because I say something doesn’t mean you get to say it!”
“Why not?” AJ grouses. “That’s not fair.”
“I’m an adult. You two are not.”
“And I’m Captain America. Comes with special privileges.”
Bucky’s pleased he tuned in just in time to hear Sam pull the superhero card on his nephews. The boys glance at him, maybe to see if he’ll jump ship and side with them to irk Sam, but he prioritizes staying in Sarah’s good graces over bothering his boyfriend. Bucky shrugs. “I don’t know what you guys want me to say—I’m a super-soldier. The two of us get shared benefits.”
“Shared benefits,” Cass mocks under his breath, distorting the words into a higher pitch. Bucky chooses to let that one go, as does Sam.
“Do we have everything we need yet?” Sam asks, effectively distracting the boys. “We were down to more cocoa powder, oil, and powdered sugar for the icing, right?”
“And sprinkles!” Cass interjects while AJ skitters to the back of their group.
Sam shakes his head. “We already have sprinkles at the house, bud.”
Cass ignores him, going to a shelf, standing on his tip-toes, and reaching for an admittedly oversized container. “But these are yellow. And sparkly. And yellow is Mom’s favorite color!”
He makes a good point. However, Bucky can see that Sam isn’t convinced, and he has to be the boys’ uncle’s cool boyfriend somehow. He leans in, pecking Sam on the lips. “Come on, babe, it’ll be a good touch. And they’re sparkly,” he reiterates.
Sam turns to look Bucky in the eye, his expression equal parts exasperated and fond. “You’re a menace, you know that?”
Bucky holds up his hands placatingly. “I live to serve. You should too, Captain Ameri—”
Sam tugs him in for a kiss by his collar, and Bucky’s vaguely aware, through the haze of appreciating that a) he has a boyfriend b) he loves his boyfriend so fucking much and c) the cake is, honestly, going to look fun with the sprinkles, of AJ and Cass gagging in the background.
“Gross!” AJ complains. “Grooooss!”
Sam pulls away from the tragically brief kiss rolling his eyes. “That wasn’t even that long,” he points out as he tucks an arm around Bucky’s back. “If you guys want a gross kiss—”
“No!” the boys shout together, and though Bucky and Sam keep grinning and accidentally-on-purpose bumping into each other as they grab the last few things they need, they keep the PDA to a minimum, as their audience has so clearly requested.
It’s not until they’re up to the register that Bucky clocks that his jacket pocket feels suspiciously light, and when he glances around, he finds AJ at the end of the checkout taking deliberately bad selfies on his phone. His mouth drops open because how did a ten-year-old get the drop on him, a seasoned assassin? Sam starts using the contents of his stupid, outdated binder clip. “He got you while you were convincing me about the sprinkles,” he smirks.
Bucky tosses a half-hearted glare toward AJ, but in terms of revenge, it’s nice that he has a lovely, if annoyingly smug, boyfriend to capitalize on. Distracting Sam from scanning the cantaloupe—which he’s getting a discount on, the asshole—Bucky leans in for one more kiss, and while AJ loudly protests, Bucky thinks Sarah’s birthday is off to a pretty great start.
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Summary: Bucky's girl needs some reassurance
Warnings: Basically just fluff, lil cheesy
AU: Biker!Bucky x reader
AN: Based off of this ask, a prompt from this list. Requests always open so feel free to request one or more
The day had been going good, tagging along with Bucky to a nearby diner to meet Steve and Sam.
But, the lingering looks and giggles from a group of friends that were directed at Bucky were making you shrink into the booth seat.
Tugging at the hem of your dress and crossing one leg over the other, you tried to hide more, feeling exposed.
Bucky put his arm around your shoulders and wedged his other hand between your thighs, pressing a kiss to your temple. "You ok?"
You just nodded and gave him a tight lipped smile, letting him pull you closer into his side.
When you got home was when Bucky could really tell that something was wrong. You had disappeared into the bathroom with clothes in your hand instead of changing in front of him like every other day.
"No, wait, that's too many clothes. What's wrong?" He frowned when he saw you dressed in one of his shirts and a pair of sweatpants. "I'm fine, Buck."
Sitting on the edge of the shared bed, he pulled you to straddle his thighs, his hands holding your lower back as he narrowed his eyes at you.
"You're a terrible liar, Sugar." He said raising his eyebrows. "Not lying." You shrugged, locking your fingers together at the back of his neck.
He slipped his hands under the back of your shirt and a small gasp passed your lips when you felt the cold metal of his left hand against your skin.
"Tell me." He prodded, pecking a kiss to your chin.
You sighed heavily and rolled your eyes at him. "I've come to the conclusion that you are out of my league." You mumbled, watching his eyebrows crease together.
"For starters, thats impossible. Why would you think that, when it's obviously the other way around?"
Breathing a dry laugh, you shook your head and moved your fingers down to fiddle with the dog tags that laid against his sturdy chest. "You're just saying that."
He squished your cheeks together to make you look at him. "This isn't a fight you wanna pick, pretty girl. I'll always win."
"You're the one who asked, not me."
He gave you a look that would've had anyone else slithering away in fear and you cocked an eyebrow at him. "Stop being mean to yourself."
You sighed and pulled his hands away from your cheeks. "Guys like you don't date girls like me, Buck." You said softly, resting your hands on his shoulders.
"Am I too scary? Is that why you're out of my league?" He said with faux angry face. "I mean handsome, charming and definitely not scary, men done go for- me."
"Handsome and charming not going for stunning and amazing? Doesn't make sense." He said, shaking his head before nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck.
His facial hair tickled your skin, making you laugh lightly and try to pull away from him. "Stop." You laughed when he wrapped his arms around you to hold you to him.
Bucky chuckled and lifted his head to look at you with a wide smile. "There's my pretty girl. Love that laugh."
He placed a soft kiss to your lips before looking at you with sparkling blue eyes. "Love every curve and inch of you. If I have to kiss you a million times to prove it I will."
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r. mob!bucky barnes x reader | w. 3.4k | cw. nsfw 18+, minors dni, smut, mentions of violence, creampie, daddy dom, reader is a brat, alcohol consumption, loving degradation kink, some misogynistic behavior (not bucky), slut shame implied, a little bit of angst if you squint. | note. hello lovelies! I bring you some smut on this fine evening. this is a prequel to my Damn sociopath story; however, it can be read as a stand alone. this is just a little glimpse into who they were before they became the power couple they now are. enjoy! as always, be nice and tomen agüita💋
summary. On how Bucky introduced you to the mob life, and the obstacles you had to overcome to be together at last.
The moment Bucky took to meet his family, you were certainly expecting anything except this. He told you before his father had died, that’s why he took charged of the business at such a young age, he didn’t really have a choice. You also knew his mother died when he was little, not much was said about that, you could tell it was a sensitive topic for him. So, the only family he had was the woman his father married. She was the embodiment of the mob trophy wife stereotype, everything about her was immaculate and she had that smile that made you wanna slap her; even though you were sure that with all the Botox she had injected, she wouldn’t feel a thing.
You had been dating Bucky for a few of months now, he already wanted you to move in with him, but you told him you didn’t even know his family; even though you slept at his apartment all the time. Bad idea. He had no problem with introducing you, hell, he wanted everyone to know you belonged to him. So, he invited you to the Friday night dinner at his family’s house. Apparently, it was a whole thing, very classy, very formal, very much gave you anxiety. Bucky noticed this, and he made everything in his power to calm you down. The week prior you were spoiled to no end, if you thought this man was spoiling you before, you were wrong. He made sure you had enough rest, took you to your favorite places, restaurants, stores, everything and anything, it was all yours. He knew, however, that in the end you just needed him, so he would spend all his time with you, taking you everywhere and making a daily thing your habit of sitting in his lap while he worked at his office.
Everything was fine, truly, you felt safe and no matter what your fear said, the only thing for certain was that Bucky was yours and you were his, and that’s all that mattered. Come the dreadful day, you were pampered entirely; your skin was soft and your hair was shiny and you felt good as you stared at your reflection in the mirror. You were in your underwear, finishing the last touches on your makeup when you heard a whistle and saw Bucky through the mirror.
– The dinner’s cancelled, I have better plans for you tonight. – His voice was low as he approached you from behind, grabbing your hips and nuzzling your neck. You giggled as you closed your eyes and leaned on to his touch. Your bare back against his clothed chest made you shiver and rub your ass against him, making him growl and bite your neck. You were already covered in his marks, but he still wanted to give you more.
– Baby, I have to finish getting ready, I need to make a good impression.
– You always make a good impression. Why don’t you let me help you release some of that tension? – He whispered against your skin before turning you around and lifting you so you could sit in the counter. He kneeled in front of your open legs and spread a way of kisses in your tights, making your breath hitch the closer he got to your center – I can smell you, princess. Are you already wet for me? I’ve barely touched you.
His mocking tone along with his breath so close to your cunt made you whimper. Pouting, you grabbed a fistful of his hair and pulled him right to your core, rubbing his face against you before he growled and pulled away. Looking down at him, you gave him a smile as you licked your lower lip. The grip he had on your legs hardened and you moaned, that was certainly going to leave another mark.
– You’re being a greedy little slut, huh? I think I’ve spoiled you too much, I ruined you. You’re a brat now.
– I’ve always been a brat, and you love it. Now, why don’t you get up here and fuck me so we can finish getting ready?
Bucky clenched his jaw as his eyes darkened; he would never admit it, but he loved how forward you were. Especially because he got to fuck you into submission every time you pushed his buttons. Slowly, he got up and grabbed your neck harshly, closing the distance between your mouths. At the feel of his wet lips, you moaned something that sounded like his name. He roughly took off your panties, while you pulled down his sweats and thrusted into you. He didn’t prepare you and you were feeling the sting from being stretch so hard, but you didn’t care as you screamed out his name. Bucky saw as you threw your head back and licked the valley of your chest as he stilled inside of you.
By instinct you were trying to fuck yourself on his cock, but he was holding you so tight, you couldn’t move, all you could do was pout.
– What is it, princess? You were so bossy a minute ago, for a minute I thought you were in charge, but that wouldn’t be right. Now, would it? – By this point you were unable to form a coherent answer, all you could do was try to hold on to him any way you could: legs around his hips, nails scratching his back as you tried to pull him closer and whined. He looked into your half-lidded eyes and laughed. A low, cocky laugh that sent shivers down your spine and straight to your core. – Did I fuck you stupid already, baby? You’re my dumb little princess, aren’t you? You’re here so I can spoil you and use your body as I please.
Just his words were sending you so close; you were still sensitive from your morning loving session and it wouldn’t take much for you to cum. You knew he was close too; you could feel him throbbing inside of you. But you also knew him, and he wouldn’t move until you begged. So, taking a deep breath you were able to mumble against his lips a Please, daddy, I need you and God, that’s all it took. He was so in love with you, he would give you the moon if you asked him, especially while looking at him like you were at the moment; like he was the center of your universe.
To no one’s surprise, you arrived late to the party, filled with Bucky’s cum and covered in little marks that showed to whoever decided to roam their eyes over your body who you belonged to.
Walking in the mansion, you headed straight to the one person you were the most interested in meeting: your mother-in-law. She was a vision, long blonde hair, green eyes and a body that could make anyone cry, it was like a queen in her castle. The spotted Bucky first and jumped into his arms, he seemed a little uncomfortable and gently pushed her away while giving her a smile. After saying the proper hellos, he pulled you to his side and introduced you as his girlfriend.
If looks could kill, you were sure to have dropped cold right there and then. She quickly concealed her annoyance thought, and offered her hand for you to shake introducing herself as Debbie.
– I’m sorry, I wasn’t aware Bucky was bringing a friend today. – The title stinged a little, especially after Bucky introduced you as his girl, but you played along like it was nothing and gave her your best pageant smile. – I even made sure he had a date for the night! Oh, Bucky, you’re gonna love this. Ava’s here!
As Debbie looked around looking for Ava, you turned to look at Bucky raising your eyebrow and he just let out a sigh, kissing your temple he whispered against your ear It’s not what it seems, princess, I swear. Ava was introduced as Bucky’s fiancée and you almost broke the glass you previously had taken from a waiter. At that, Bucky was quickly to correct Debbie, it was just a tradition, an old pact their parents had done and neither of them had any intention of carry out. Before Bucky could continue the conversation, however, Steve called him about a situation with a business. So, that left you to listen to Debbie explaining to you how it was, actually, a done deal.
– He may be having fun now, but I’m sure you’ll understand, hon. This is just our world. Ava has even been saving herself for Bucky; all her life, she’s been waiting for him. They were just made for each other.
As you listened to her talk you could feel the nauseas taking over you, and had to take several deep breaths to not throw up all over her expensive dress. After a few minutes you simply zoned out, you smiled and nodded with every person that they introduced you, but you weren’t really paying attention. That’s how you ended up dancing with one of the stupidest of Bucky’s cousins.
There was something about him, you couldn't pin point exactly what it was, but it made you want to crawl in your own skin and hide. As he led you to the dancefloor your eyes wondered across the room, Bucky still wasn't back, so you were stuck dancing with his cousin. He positioned himself in front of you and held you to start the dance. The only problem was that his hand was currently grabbing your ass. Taking his wrist, you forced his hand up to a proper hold, but he just smirked and tried to lower it again.
– Don't touch me like that.
– Oh, come on, you’re practically begging for it since you met me.
You couldn't help but laugh at his comment, and it was so genuine that it made him take a step back. You were actually laughing at him, like he was some kind of a joke.
– You know, I've heard a lot of ignorant and just plain stupid comments tonight, but that, well that took the cake – As you brush off your dress, another laugh left your lips and you rose your eyes to meet his. The cold look you gave him took him by surprise and made him feel like you had grown a few inches, or maybe he just got smaller – Just so we're clear, the only thing I've begging for since we met is for you to shut up. Thing you are doing right now and I appreciate. Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to get some air.
Without giving him a chance to speak, you made your way to the balcony and took a deep breath as you laid against the parapet. What you didn't know, or didn't choose to notice, was that your little interaction was heard from a couple standing next to you and soon enough it reached Bucky's ears the news of your outburst.
Bucky wasn’t the first to find you, thought. A soft voice pulled you from your thoughts and you turned around to see Ava, she had an awkward smile on her face and was offering you a glass of champagne.
– I heard what happened, I thought you could use a drink. – As you took it, you thanked her and tilted your glass a little as to say cheers. She stood next to you and everything went silent for a few minutes. – He loves you; you know?
You were startled a little by her words and quickly turned to look at her.
– I can see the way he looks at you; everyone can. It’s rather sweet, I never thought I’d ever see him like that. – She chuckled slightly and tilted her head giving you a smile. – So, don’t listen to the whole we’re getting married. It’s just a tradition; one that Bucky hates, as a matter of fact, he always refused to the idea and a few months ago he personally called my dad and told him he couldn’t marry me, because he’d already found his girl. I’m guessing that’s around the same time he met you.
You couldn’t help the blush that took over your face as you bit the inside of your cheek. That did sound like your Bucky. Ava was really nice, and you both laughed at the expense of some of the most pompous people at the party. Half an hour later Bucky found you two joking like you were best friends. His hair was ruffled and his hand was covered in blood, it only took one look to know he had gotten in a fight and your money was on the idiot cousin. Excusing yourself, you approached him and grabbed his good hand. Before you could start walking, he kissed your forehead and your knuckles, making your eyes tear.
– What do you say we go get some food? This party blows anyway. – You gave him a smile and nodded, letting him take you away from the drama.
Everything was fine, until a few days later you received a call from your lovely mother-in-law. She wanted to apologize if in any way she made you feel bad, you just had to understand. Bucky needed someone pure for a wife, someone that could play her role the way she was supposed to. Even so, she specifically said Bucky and her agreed that you were simply too different from the rest of them. Listening to her you could feel your head pounding; this woman had to be kidding. Taking a deep breath, you told her she was right, you are completely different from her, and maybe that’s why Bucky didn’t seem to get enough of you, and hanged up.
You knew he would be upset, but honestly, you were pretty fucking pissed at the moment, so you didn’t really care. If anything, you were giving the people want they wanted. The rational side of you knew this wasn’t really Bucky’s fault. He hadn’t done anything other than having a shitty family. But he wasn’t dumb, he had to know what was happening. Or so you thought. Either way, as you made your way through the nightclub, you ignored the warning looks from the security guards. Usually, they pay you no mind; Bucky told them to look after you, but just incase someone bothered you. Today, however, you were wearing the most revealing outfit you owned and were walking straight to the poles where the dancers would perform every night. One of your friends, Wanda, was a lead dancer and the one helping you at the moment.
– [y/n], are you sure about this?
– Are you backing out now? – You half joked as your stomach tied in knots; this may not have been such a good idea after all, but now it’s too late to back out. Bucky was in his office upstairs, you knew he had a meeting tonight, and surely, the news of you being there had already reached him; it was just a matter of how long it would take him to get down here.
– I swear, you’ll be the death of me. What did you think you were doing showing yourself like that? What would everyone think if my girl is acting like a whore in front of everyone, huh? You’re mine!
By the time Bucky went down from his office, you had come down from the poles and were dancing with some guys that looked like they just came straight from the Country Club. They didn’t belong there, so, they had no idea who you were and Bucky’s no touching rule. They were rubbing against your body when you felt a hand pulling you away. The boys weren’t too happy with the interruption, and they yelled at Bucky to back off. He took his eyes away from you for a moment, stepped closer to the loudest one and with his free hand grabbed him by the neck and tossed him to the ground. He didn’t have time to deal with them now, so he ordered his men to do it. Meanwhile, he dragged you to his office and began to reprimand you until you interrupted him, letting your own frustrations out.
– But I’m not your girl! I’m not pretty and innocent, and saved up all for you and I wish I had. God… Buck, if I could, I would go back in time and save myself just for you. Heaven and hell both know you’re the only one that’s ever mattered. But I can’t, and that’s okay, because everything I’ve been through made me who I am. And I actually like who I am, I don’t want to be anyone else. If you can’t love me like this, then there’s no point in being together, because I won’t be someone I’m not. This is me. Take it or leave it.
Bucky was taken aback by your words; he had no idea you felt like this. To him, you were perfect. Hell, he thought you were more than he could ever deserve; and he thought he had shown you that. As his anger dissipated a sting of guilt took over and his hand reach out to pull you close, but you pushed him away with a sigh. He had never been good with words, the way he grew up it wasn’t exactly encouraged to share your feelings. He was a man of action, and now he was scared that wouldn’t be enough. His train of thought was interrupted as you sat on his desk and spoke up avoiding his eyes.
– Look, I get that you don’t like to share your toys; but I don’t see why you’re so mad. I’m not really yours. I’m just someone your passing time with for the moment. It’s not like you’re ever going to ask me to marry you, why do you even care what I do?
Now it was his turn to sigh, and as he put his hands on his hips, he stared at the ceiling like asking for some divine intervention. After a few seconds, he chuckled slightly and pulled a box from the pocket of his jacket.
– I’ve been carrying this thing around since the first day I saw you. I didn’t want to scare you, but I knew from the moment we met that you were gonna be mine, no matter the cost. I wasn’t planning on getting a ring, even I have my limits, you know? – He paused for a minute while staring at the box in his hand, to raise his eyes and smile at you. A sweet smile, the ones he shows you when no one is around and he’s very sleepy or you say one of your bad jokes he adores. – But I was walking around, calming myself after meeting the most beautiful woman in the planet and I came across this jewelry store. Before I knew I was picking a ring… A ring worthy of a queen… My queen. If you could’ve just waited a few more days… Well, then you wouldn’t have been the woman I love…
He was cut off the moment you grabbed his face in your hands. As he was talking, you slowly made your way close to him. You couldn’t believe this was happening; but, in a way, it wasn’t that surprising. This was Bucky. Your Bucky. The man that took one look at you and told you to stop playing with boys and be with him instead; your eyes filled with tears of excitement and you pulled him down so you could kiss him. At the feel of your mouth, he let out a low growl and grabbed the outside of your tights, deepening the kiss, and allowing you to wrap your legs around his waist. Bucky walked a few steps to sit you again on the desk, only this time you kept a tight grip around him. After leaving a few kisses all over your face, he pulled away slightly and wiped off the tears you didn’t notice were falling from your eyes. His softness, the loving way you were holding each other and your goofy smiles as he put the ring in your finger were a hard contrast from your surroundings, but you didn’t care. This was just the two of you, in your own little world, till death do you apart.
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Strawberry Pancakes // Bucky Barnes
SEQUEL TO BLUEBERRY PANCAKES
DESCRIPTION: Lily Osborne and Bucky Barnes were never blessed with an easy relationship. Whether it be emotional trauma, or Lily's parents trying to be evil scientists. But they somehow made it work, after coming together once again after the birth of Lily's nephew. They were smooth sailing for a while. He proposed, they got engaged, but have yet to marry. While also juggling raising a teenager together as Hunter reaches the age of 16 now. All the while struggling with adjusting to their new lives in Long Island, balancing careers. Meanwhile, Lily struggles with the new found fame of being the fiancé of The White Wolf; and handling the tabloids critiques on her life and gossip columns digging up any information they can on her. While trying to maintain a low profile; and handle her life as it is. And becoming parents. Lily for the second time, while Bucky, well, this is his first attempt at a biological child. All the while a new threat from their past rises up once again, blind siding the family. Bringing forward old hatchets that had been buried, and putting their relationship at risk once more.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own any original Marvel characters! All canon plots and canon characters belong to Marvel Comics and Marvel Studios. This is an original work. You may not publish it anywhere else
NOTES: Takes place after endgame. I have elected to ignore Tony's death and Steve's leaving. Did not happen. Quick Reminder! My works are only published here, AO3 and on Wattpad, thank you.
Chapter Five: The One With Her New Neighbour
Word Count: 1637
Lily remembered the moment that she saw Scott alone with a woman at a party. Gen had sent her a picture from a party she attended, catching her best friends husband. Lily was home with seven-year-old Hunter, helping him with his homework and watching kid’s shows. The blonde remembered both her world crumbling around her and relief draping over her. As though she was glad that it was finally over.
Over the years, their relationship became more strained. They only ever spoke when it came to Hunter or when they were trading days. Lily mostly communicated with him through Mary, though. But now, it was through Priya.
Priya was kind enough. Lily and she weren’t friends, nor were they acquaintances. The only reason they spoke was to let Scott know anything about Hunter, talk about the PTA, or setting up when Scott can see Hunter for his birthday. Lily didn’t want communication with Scott or anyone in his life. She had her own family and her own life. She survived him. Lily came out on the other side of their marriage and prospered. She survived him.
And now he was standing at her door, a crooked smile on his face and fiance on his arm. Lily could barely process the fact that her ex-husband dared to show his face on her property. If the blonde wasn’t as docile as she was, she was sure that she would have thrown a shoe. But she didn’t.
“Whose there, doll?” Bucky asked as he walked up behind Lily, placing a hand on her waist before looking out the door, “What the hell are you doing here?”
“Is that Bucky Barnes?” Priya gasped, placing her hand over her mouth, “Baby, you didn’t tell me your ex was related to him!”
“Engaged to,” Bucky snapped, taking a few steps forward, “Now you have thirty seconds to explain why the hell you’re on my porch.”
Lily pursed her lips and stepped forward as well, shutting the door behind her as she rested a hand on Bucky’s arm. She knew how much her fiance truly hated Scott and just how badly he wanted to beat the living daylights out of him. So many nights, Bucky would lay with his head on Lily’s chest and tell her how much he hates what Scott did to her. She would simply listen and play with his hair, smiling about the passion he had.
It made her feel loved. She felt cared for with Bucky. Even if it was from him telling her how much he wanted to kill her son’s biological father. Those were the nights Lily would promise that they would submit the adoption paperwork. Yet, many years later, the two still haven’t done it. There was no real rush to do it. Lily wondered if there was a hidden reason why she and Bucky hadn’t submitted it yet.
“Calm down, Cyborg,” Scott snapped, his own anger matching Bucky’s, “No need to go all… never mind. “
“Watch it,” Lily warned, standing next to Bucky and staring angrily at her ex, “I will not hesitate to call the cops. Now answer Bucky, why are you here?”
“We moved in down the road!” Priya beamed, bouncing back and forth, “It was my idea. We thought it would be good for Scott to be close to Hunter!”
Lily raised her eyebrows and tilted her head at the taller man in front of her. As far as she was concerned, Scott didn’t have the right to be near her son. Hunter was Bucky’s son. Scott had signed the adoption papers for Bucky and given his consent for him to adopt Hunter. It was a done deal. There was no need for Hunter and Scott to have a relationship. Hunter didn’t want one, and Scott lost that chance years ago.
“Close to Hunter?” Lily challenged, crossing her arms over her chest, “Closer to Hunter? There is no need to be closer to Hunter. He already lives with his father.”
“Noooo, Scott lived in the city. Scott, you told me she was smart.” Priya chuckled, giving a tight smile to the shorter blonde.
“Get off of my porch,” Bucky sneered, clenching his fists, “Or I will forcibly remove you both.”
Lily felt everything around her go tense. The air was thick, and the entire world seemed to be closing in on her. Who did Scott think he was? What kind of man moves down the street from his estranged son and ex-wife and their family? The blonde knew for a fact that if anyone in her immediate circle got wind of what happened, there would be hell to pay on Scott’s end. Even without them, Lily was going to make sure that man was as far away as can be from her and her family.
“See you later, neighbours,” Scott chuckled, winking at Lily and walking down the steps with Priya.
“Get the papers,” Lily whispered, “Get the adoption papers. I’m calling Carter now. We’re ending this.”
Lily sighed as she unbuckled Stella from her car seat, tucking a stray piece of chocolate hair behind her ear. The young girl had a saddened look on her face, as though her whole world was falling apart. In the four-year-olds defence, Lily knew how excited she was to go wedding dress shopping. Sadly, there were more pressing matters at hand than finding her dream dress. She had already cancelled and rescheduled the appointment.
“I’m sorry, baby,” Lily whispered, running her thumb across her daughter’s cheek, “We’ve got to see Carter for a bit. Then, you get to see Leo!”
Stella looked up with glassed-over blue eyes, “But I wanted to see you in the pretty dresses.”
Lily sighed softly and nodded, “I know. I know you did. It’ll be even more special when we go next week.”
Stella pouted and tucked her face into Lily’s shoulder, gripping her blazer. The blonde sighed softly and shut the car door, walking around to meet Bucky at Rose’s apartment building entrance. The tall man gave his fiance a gentle smile before kissing her forehead, laying his hand on the small of her back. The two didn’t waste any more time while walking into the building and waiting for the elevator.
“Thank you two again,” Lily whispered as she handed her daughter to Sam, “I can’t have this happen. I’m hoping this will deter him.”
Rose gave her sister a sad smile before embracing her tightly, “It’ll be okay. You two have gone through hell; you can handle this.”
Lily nodded and revelled in her sister’s touch. When she and Bucky left the apartment, a few tears slipped from the mother’s brown eyes. She and Bucky stopped for a moment, stepping into a corner of the lobby and just holding each other. Lily attempted to relax and hold the tears back. She didn’t need Hunter seeing her cry while they were on their way to her lawyer’s office. He had already dealt with her running around the house, organizing everything and not speaking to him.
It was Bucky that had to brief Hunter on what was happening. An hour later, the family was loaded into the car on their way down to Manhattan. The drive was silent other than Hunter trying to cheer up an upset Stella. The tension was taut and awkward, no one really knowing what to say. Lily could barely process what was happening. She thought everything was fine with Scott. Sure, it was weird that he and Walker went for dinner. But he wasn’t bothering her. He had left her and Bucky alone for the years leading up to this moment. He never attempted to gain custody back and even admitted his faults with Hunter.
Why he suddenly decides to move in down the street and try to rekindle a relationship with his son? Lily had no idea. She thought things had finally calmed down with the drama. She just wanted to live the rest of her life in peace, plan her wedding, and raise her children. That’s all Lily ever wanted. She wanted a simple life.
Ever since Lily was a child, she dreamed of a house by the water. She revelled in the idea of meeting someone perfect and starting a family. She wanted away from the city and to be able to sit in an open backyard. Instead, she faced trauma and heartbreak countless times over. She went through hell and back with her family and suffered when it came to finding love. Lily craved that relaxation and serenity.
Was it too much to ask? Was it too much to ask to have a peaceful life with her family and the man she loved? She saw everyone else getting it. Her friends at Hunter’s school had it. Stella’s teachers had it. What was it with Lily that had the universe out to hurt her?
“Why?” Lily whispered, gripping Bucky’s tie, “Why does it keep happening? Why can’t he just leave us alone.”
“I don’t know, my love,” Bucky whispered, placing gentle kisses to the top of Lily’s head, “I don’t know. But we’ll figure this out. I promise.”
A part of Lily wondered if it was true. She doubted it. Whenever something went well in Lily’s life, some sort of force sent another troubling event her way. For four years, she and Bucky raised their family and found that peace they both craved. Bucky was able to finally rest from his life of avenging and saving the world. Lily was able to settle down with the love of her life and raise the family she always wanted. She had everything laid out for her and ready for her to take. And just as things were hitting that high peak, everything crashed.
Lily wasn’t sure how much more she could take.
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someone give me delicate HC’s to write. what do you see them doing/saying that’s not in major chapters??
𝐰𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐮𝐩, 𝐛.𝐛
a/n: here is a little bucky blurb! i just love somnophilia LMAO here ya go with my needy baby
pairing: needy!bucky barnes x reader
reblogs/feedback/likes are greatly appreciated & highly encouraged! however, DO NOT repost/steal ANY of my fics!
warnings: 18+, language, somnophilia, dub-con, oral (f), fingering
The lights are turned off throughout the apartment. Bucky's careful not to be too loud when dropping his overnight bag in front of the mini hallway entrance- not wanting to disrupt your sleep.
Taking a quick turnaround trip with Sam and Steve seemed better at the moment. However, from the moment he facetimed you, fresh out of the shower and towel barely hanging on your breasts, Bucky's mind was stuck with the image of you the whole time.
The small increments where he was alone wasn't enough time to properly relieve himself- and he had hoped to be home before you had gone to bed.
Lights are off in the bedroom, the only source of light coming from the tv. Scenes of a random tv show plays on mute- perfectly illuminating your body.
The image of your body laying on the mattress with barely any clothing covering your most intimate parts of you causes the familiar ache Bucky had felt nearly all weekend to begin.
You shift in your sleep. Laying on your back with your legs parted, exposing your cunt- covered only by the small material of your panties.
Staring shamelessly, Bucky's mouth waters. Fog clouding his brain, only thoughts of finally being able to dip his tongue inside you. He pulls over his shirt and discards his sweats.
He can't help himself, not when your legs are spread in front of him, and your panties barely cover your folds.
Carefully, Bucky moves the blanket off of you. He knows the motion of pulling your panties off completely would wake you; he opts for moving them to the side. While doing so, a string of mumbled curses escapes through his clenched jaw.
Stomach flat on the mattress, he hooks your legs over his shoulders. Bucky's palms rest on your tummy.
Fast asleep, your body still reacts to his touch- dampening the closer his fingers get to your pussy.
His eyes lock on the glistening cunt.
"Look at you, soaked for me, even in your sleep." He blabbers to himself, trailing his fingers on the inside of your thigh.
Goosebumps cover your skin, shifting at the sensation. He's been put in a trance. His thumb glides over your folds, stopping at your clit, warming you.
Whining into your thigh,
"So fucking pretty,"
Peppering lazy wet kisses into them. The desire and hunger for a taste hijacked the goal of keeping quiet. His lips press against your folds, lapping up the arousal.
The drippy hole clenching around nothing, in desperate need to be filled.
Your body shudders at the sensation of his tongue swirling around your clit. The vibrations and pleasure pull you into a lighter sleep.
Bucky sucks on the nerve harshly. His nails dig into your hips as he grabs at your body, needing you closer to him.
Your chest rises and falls rapidly the closer he pushes you to your climax. Small whimpers and soft moans slip past your lips, jerking into his mouth.
"Missed this cunt, fuck," Bucky's tongue flickers your clit as his fingers join them.
Arousal coats his fingers as they slip inside you. Gasping in pleasure, your eyes flutter open. Your head lifts up to see Bucky sucking harshly and his fingers pumping in and out of you- not even acknowledging your consciousness.
" M'sorry princess, I couldn't help myself.” You're lost for words.
Your chest heaves, legs tremble and your hips dig into the mattress. The first wave of pleasure crashing into you. Fingers clawing at the sheets, balling them into your fists.
"Holy shit, Buck-" Bucky collects the arousal that's dripping from your hole.
The animalistic moan into your clit causes your hips to buck and your back to arch. Bucky feels your walls tighten around his fingers, curling one last time into your g-spot.
"Oh yes, cum around my fingers," He practically begs,
The bulge trapped by his boxers is throbbing- pulsating- begging for a release. With two fingers still stuffed inside you, he lifts his head to greet you.
"Hi, princess." He coos, watching your body twitch at the sensitivity.
"I've been thinking about this cunt all weekend- I just wanted a taste,"
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Bucky Barnes x reader
As an affectionate person, pet names came naturally to me. It was extremely rare for me to not be calling members of the team affectionate names like sweetheart, darling, babe and honey multiple times a day. It was something I’d always done but always been concerned about knowing some people hated pet names but after testing the waters with the team and receiving a few bashful looks and some wide grins I knew everyone loved it. As cringey as they sounded sometimes, it was worth it as a little reminder to everyone that they were loved.
That was until this morning when I finally first met Bucky. I’d walked into the room saying my good mornings not noticing the extra pair of eyes on me until I heard Steve clear his throat, “Y/N sweetheart, this is Bucky. Buck this is Y/N, she joined a few years ago” I turned my head to see the most beautiful man I’d ever seen stood behind Steve trying to make himself look smaller, perhaps even invisible. I threw him a grin and went to hug him not even thinking twice but pausing as he stepped back with wide eyes. “Oh shit, sorry bub,” bub? That was a new one I cursed myself lowering my arms. “Bub?” He mumbled, not in an aggressive way but more a confused. Shit I’d known the man 5 minutes and I’d already fucked up. And here came the awkwardness. I started to back away gesturing with my thumb over my shoulder “it was nice to meet you Bub- Bucky,” I stumbled over my words and backed into the wall on the way out still walking backwards “I’ve gotta go meet Loki in my room so I’m just gonna...” I turned around and headed back to my room knowing Loki would appear soon but completely missing Bucky’s blushing cheeks and Steve’s teasing at the new pet name.
I finished tell the retelling of this morning groaning as I rested my head on Loki’s shoulder “I’m such an idiot I didn’t even put two and two together, he’s been controlled for god sake and for me to go in there trying to hug him and call him pet names would-”
“Would mean the world to him, darling” Loki finished rubbing my back, “I know for sure when I was locked up here there was nothing I wanted more to be wrapped up in your hugs while you told me about your day.” He grinned and nudged his shoulder against mine. It was times like this I treasured with Loki, times when I severely valued our friendship feeling so lucky that he didn’t have to hide with me.
I shook my head a small blush appearing never getting used to his compliments looking up when FRIDAY spoke “Miss Y/N and Mister Loki, Mister Stark requested for me to tell you it’s pizza night and I quote, “get your lazy asses out of bed and into the living room we’re watching dumb and dumber” FRIDAY finished off her announcement playing back what Tony asked her.
Sighing i stood up, “c’mon handsome, let’s go watch a movie” I winked dramatically making him chuckle. We headed into the main living room where everyone was already seated bar one next to Bucky, luckily there was another two spaces next to each other and Loki sat down first, I was just about to when Tony spoke up “hey little lady, go get your glasses so you don’t forget just as the movie starts” I groaned knowing he was right but planted a kiss on his cheek as I walked past before shouting to Steve “Stevie sweetie? Can I borrow a sweatshirt from your room?” I heard a muffled “yeah” back as I headed towards our rooms which were almost opposite each other. I grabbed my glasses from off my bed side table putting them on as I headed into Steve’s room seeing a bunch of clothes folded, I shrugged my shoulders grabbing the navy henley on the top and slipping it over my T-shirt feeling it come to mid thigh and practically cover my biker shorts.
I jogged back into the living room stopping as I saw Thor now sat next to his brother, I pouted slightly looking round at the only other empty seat. Next to Bucky. I quickly headed over before I could change my mind and sat down, “is it okay if I sit here” I whispered to him, letting out a breath when I received a nod in response. To be honest I barely payed attention to the movie, too caught up in staring at Bucky. Watching the corners of his mouth lift up at the jokes and even feeling his shoulder shake as he muffled a laugh. I felt my heart swell as I took in his features, his blue eyes and that wicked jaw line but also the crease constantly between his eyebrows I wanted to reach out and smooth over. I also noticed his hand fidgeting on his lap, again not thinking twice I reached out and started playing with his fingers, I tensed as I saw him stare at me out of the corner of my eye “what are you doing” he mumbled looking down at my hands, at Steve’s sweatshirt then my face, “your hands looked like they needed occupying,” I carried on drawing patterns on his flesh “I can stop if you like” I felt him relax and I relaxed too as he shook his head.
“No...it feels nice..it feels comforting” he said quietly barely moving his lips and turning back to the movie “good” I whispered and turned back to the screen barely hearing him whisper back “I like my sweatshirt on you” I didn’t know whether to blush or curse myself once again. Just my fucking luck.
Things like that carried on over the next month, except with knowing what he’d been through, I let him come to me for the affection which meant mostly when we were sat together on weekly movie nights. It never went beyond hand holding or even playing with his hair - and it certainly didn’t progress to pet names.
I jolted my head up as Thor’s booming laughter woke me, I turned my head and realised I’d drifted off in between Bucky and Steve on Steve’s shoulder. I stood up “I think I’m gonna head to bed” I squeezed bucky’s hand that was still in mine, kissed Steve’s forehead “night Buck, night lovie” and went round hugging and kissing everyone’s cheeks saying goodnight to Loki last “night honey” I said to him yawning bending down to kiss his head “night darling, I’ll see you tomorrow” he leant his head back and gave me a smile which I nodded in response. I shuffled back to my room very aware of the super soldiers eyes on me.
After a rough nights sleep I came into the kitchen at around 8am, way earlier than usual, shocked to find Bucky sat there hunched over a steaming mug of coffee. “Hey buck” I interrupted his silence and walked round to stand opposite him watching him frown at the bags under my eyes.
He took a deep breath “you okay doll?” My eyes widened in shock and my cheeks flushed red at the nickname, I looked down as I saw him smile slightly at my reaction. “Bad nights sleep, gets lonely sometimes” I shrugged, “come here” he said and I listened straight away expecting him to grab my hand but gasping slightly as he pulled me in between his legs and into one of the best hugs- no- the best hug I’d ever gotten. I relaxed into his arms and nuzzled my face against his neck, enjoying the satisfied sigh he made. As much as I didn’t want to ruin the moment I need to ask “Buck, not that I don’t love this, god I really love this but where’s this come from?” I leaned back and looked into his eyes which radiated joy “I was tired of seeing everyone else get to hug you and be hugged by you, I guess seeing you stood there all sleepy and sad,” he shook his head “I just couldn’t miss my chance to hug you but,” he breathed deeply again “but to also tell you I like you doll. Like really like you” I felt warmth bloom in my chest. I plucked up the courage and planted a soft kiss on the corner of his mouth “I like you too Buck” he grinned and pulled me into his arms again, this time he nuzzled into my neck and I felt him relax even more if that was possible when he breathed in my scent “can...call...bub” I heard.
“What?” I tried to pull away unsuccessfully “can you call me bub?” He asked a bit louder
I ran my fingers through his hair and finally managed to step backward “only if you call me doll” I giggled when he nodded quickly “always, doll” Bucky finally leant in placing a kiss on my lips, he was about to pull away when I pulled him in closer revealing in the contact.
After a few more seconds he pulled away slightly and mumbled against my lips with a smile “I could get used to this”
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Prompt: “I’m so happy I could kiss you right now!”
Bucky Barnes x reader
Summary: as you wait for an email from a potential employer you let your feelings get the best of you.
Word Count: 229
A/N: I thought this one was really cute
“I’m supposed to get an email from the company.” You said, refreshing your email feed. “They said they would email me by Sunday and today is Sunday!”
“You need to relax, doll. I’m sure you got the job.”
You applied to your dream job not too long ago, and you were waiting for an email. This email would tell you if you got the job or didn’t. You didn’t know how well you did during the interview so you were extremely nervous.
You refreshed your email once more and you saw a new email. An email from the company.
“They emailed me back.” You said, staring at the email.
“Open the email.” Bucky said, smiling at you. You took a deep breath and then clicked on the email. You glanced through it until you saw the words, “we are excited to inform you that you are hired.”
“I got the job.” You said, leaping out your seat. “Bucky I got this job!”
“I knew you would.” He replied, beaming because of how proud he was.
“I’m so happy I could kiss you right now!” You screamed, running over to Bucky and cupping his face surprising yourself entirely.
“What’s stopping you?”
Your hand travelled to the hem of his shirt and you twirled it, looking into his blue eyes.
“Uh- Nothing…. would you kiss back?”
“I would definitely kiss back.”
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Dark Paradise - Chapter (eight / ?)
Pairing: bodyguard!Bucky Barnes X fem!Reader
Series Summary: Through out your life you’ve been able to easily get used to many things. Sudden wealth, new cities, affairs, new step-parents, drugs, etc. All of these things were normal for you, your life was pretty normal to you at least. That was until a certain man flipped your world upside down.
Chapter Summary: On one of the days where Wanda or your step-mother don’t come to take care of you, Bucky does and he makes it his job to make you feel all flustered.
Warnings: None, just brief dirty thoughts towards the beginning + the reader and Bucky teasing each other ;))
Word Count: 1.4k
a/n: sorry this is so short and boring, i promise that the next chapter will be better lol
It had now been a few days since you had come home from the hospital and you still hadn’t gotten the chance to shower.
You still faintly smelled like your own blood and you knew you couldn’t put off cleaning yourself any longer.
Bucky offered to help you bathe, but you refused, too embarrassed to ever agree to that. So, you told him that you’d be fine and if you needed help, you would call out for him.
So far, your shower was going alright. It hurt a little whenever the hot water went over your bandage, but you could manage this.
As you rinsed the conditioner out of your hair, you shut your eyes and let your head fall back under the stream of water behind you.
While you did this you started to think about Bucky.
You thought about what it would be like to be fucked by him against the cold tiled walls. You thought about how it’d feel to have his hand wrapped around your neck while he pounded into you.
You softly shook these thoughts away, your folds were already growing wetter at the mere thought of him doing that to you.
As much as you wanted him to fuck you, you also didn’t want your stitches to accidentally get ripped open while he did.
You’d hate to have to go back to the hospital.
Once you got out of the shower and wrapped a towel around your body, you called out for Bucky. As, he had asked earlier to replace your bandage for you and you accepted this offer.
“Bucky! You can come change my bandage now!” you called out.
Bucky raced into your bathroom, his jaw dropping with shock as he laid his eyes on your wet and almost naked figure.
His eyes flickered up to your hair, which was sticking to the back of your neck and cheeks. His eyes then shifted down to the top of your towel, where your cleavage could be just barely seen.
He harshly swallowed and blushed before he said anything. You giggled at him as you noticed this.
“You look so beautiful, doll.” he said, still obviously very nervous and speechless.
“You don’t look too bad yourself, Buck.” you replied, cheekily grinning at him.
He awkwardly laughed at your comment as his eyes left your body and he went to go get a clean bandage.
While he took it out of the packaging, you teasingly opened the right side of your towel, giving Bucky a view of your naked body.
His jaw dropped once more as looked over at you.
“You ready, doll?” he quietly asked.
“Mhm.” you replied with a nod.
You screwed your eyes shut as he took the old bandage off, groaning every few seconds as the sticky product left your skin.
While Bucky put the new bandage over your stitches, he started to plant deep kisses onto your now exposed v line and hip.
You shuddered under his touch.
Once he was done, he pressed a soft but loving kiss to your lips before leaving you alone in your bathroom to change back into your clothes.
After you finished changing, you combed through your hair, tied it back and then headed back into your room.
You did still have a play to write after all.
But luckily for you, after hearing about what happened to you, your teacher extended the deadline for this project until early July.
Which definitely lifted a ton of weight off of your shoulders, to say the least.
You sat in your bed and began to finish writing act 2 of your play.
After thinking about it for a while, you decided to write your play about The Winter Soldier, that assassin that killed for a while then disappeared.
While you continued to write, Bucky walked into your room and plopped down next to you on your bed. You softly chuckled as the bed bounced with his body.
“What did you decide to write your play about, doll?” he asked you as he propped his arms up and rested his face in his hands.
“I decided to write it about that Winter Soldier.” you said, your eyes remaining on the screen in front of you while you continued to quickly type.
Buckys eyes widened as these words left your lips and he hoped deep down that you didn’t know that he was this assassin.
You could see how tense he was from the corner of your eye. So you decided to address his clear anxiousness because you brought up the topic of the soldier.
“I know that you were The Winter Soldier Bucky, that’s probably why my father hired you anyways. But don’t worry about it, I know that you’re not him anymore.” you explained to him.
As you finished speaking, you reached your hand out to him and he gladly took it. He then looked up at you with that apologetic look in his eyes again.
“You don’t scare me. Even when you were him, you still didn’t scare me. And who you were then and who are now, doesn’t make me like you any less.” you assured him, pressing a quick kiss to his knuckles.
“Okay.” he said almost silently, snuggling up to you.
You could tell that he was trying to distract you from your work. But you had to admit, you adored how clingy he was.
You enjoyed the extra attention, it was cute.
“Bucky, I have a play to work on. We can’t cuddle right now.” you jokingly warned him as you tried to hold back a smile from spreading across your cheeks.
“But, you have until July! You can skip one day of work.” he dramatically whined as he hugged your waist against his chest.
“Oh alright.” you said as you shut your laptop, letting him win this time.
You then set your computer aside and slid down your bed a little bit so that Bucky could comfortably hold your entire body in his arms.
As he held you, you thought back to when you were a little girl and your father rocked you to sleep. You continued to think about the childhood you had before your father gained this wealth and became distant.
The memory of this part of your childhood was now distant as well as bittersweet to you.
You quietly sniffled and let a few tears slip down your face as the reminder that your father was still dead popped into your mind.
And thanks to his heightened sense of hearing, Bucky heard your sniffles the second they started.
He knew he couldn’t just ignore the clear pain and grief you were going through. He wanted you to feel okay again.
So, he pulled away from the crook of your neck and looked at your tear stained cheeks as he began to think of ways to comfort you the best he possibly could.
He knew how it felt to loose someone in your family and he didn’t want you to feel alone while you mourned.
“What’s wrong doll?” he asked you, running the pad of his thumb across your cheek.
“It’s not your fault, but you holding me like that just reminded of my father. Before he became rich, we had a really good relationship. But, after that he just became distant and cold. I still miss him though now that he’s gone.” you told Bucky.
He furrowed his eyebrows with concern as these words fell from your lips. His arms then shifted to your back and he brought you in closer to him.
“I understand, doll. My relationship with my father was strained too. What can I do to make you feel better?” he said.
Your hand slid up to his cheek and you began to slowly rub your thumb up against it. You stayed in your thoughts for a few seconds prior to answering him again.
“I don’t know, I just want you to hold me tight and promise that you’ll never leave my side.” you said, hesitantly looking up to meet his blue eyes.
He nodded as he held you tightly like you had asked and his face then went back into the crook of your neck.
He traced circles into your spine as he spoke, “I’ll never leave you, I promise. You’re all￼ I’ve ever wanted, doll. And as long as I’m alive, you’ll never be able to get rid of me.” he cooed.
You nodded into his shoulder as your own arms went around his ribs. You pressed a few kisses to his neck as he comforted you with these words.
“I feel the same way. I’ve never met anyone who has shown me as much love as you have Bucky.” you made known.
“I’m glad you feel the same way. All I want is to give you the world.” he replied, a gentle smile on his face.
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