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angrythingstarlight · 11 hours ago
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Was bumblebee’s first word “dada” or was it like “Chanel”
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Pairing: Mafia!Bucky x Reader
A/N: Part of the Bumblebee series
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You and Bucky have a bet over what the baby's first words would be. The playful competition ramping up every day, and now the housekeeper, bodyguards and her uncles are involved. Everyone taking sides, trying to get her to say either mama or dada.
So far, nothing. 
Bumblebee is loving the extra attention, everytime you hold up her with your face in front of hers, repeating mama, can you say mama over and over, she giggles. Her tiny hands keep grabbing your face, silently asking for more kisses. 
Whenever she smiles brightly at you, she reminds you so much of Bucky. 
"Cheater," Bucky accuses, his arms folded across his chest. 
You lower your baby enough to glare at your husband. "Oh that's rich coming from the man who bought that talking stuffed bear. What did you program it to say again?" 
Bucky raises his chin, his gaze unrepentant. He strolls toward you, stopping when the baby is caught, almost squished between you. "You're not going to beat me malyshka. You know that I always get what I want."
Bumblebee continues babbling, her eyes bouncing between the two of you. You step closer, Bucky's hands grab your waist in a light hold. Your baby grabs your necklace and pulls it towards her open mouth. Slanting your head back, you meet his gaze while tugging the emerald away from her. "No, you don't."
Bucky scoffs. "Yes, I do. I got you didn't I?"True. "I have the best baby." Also true. He bends down, placing a kiss on the top of her head. "And-"
She beams up at him, a sweet wide smile that makes her chubby cheeks jut out, his eyes warming as he looks down at her. "Da. Dada."
You glance at each other, a slow, astonished grin slides across his face. "Did she just-"
Bucky lives for these moments and so do you.
He rests his foreheads on yours, savoring this time with his two favorite people. Then his grin turns into a smirk and you realize your sweet baby just made you lose your bet. You glare down at her, nudging her nose with yours. "You little traitor."
She laughs, right in your face. "Dada."
"Hey don't talk to my baby like that," Bucky interjects, gently extracting her from your arms before taking a step back. "You are so smart aren't you Bumblebee? We need to celebrate you being the best baby."
"Bucky," you admonish, already imagining all the toys he’s about to buy for her. "don't-"
He raises a brow. "You should worry about how you're going to pay up Malyshka."
He doesn't wait for your response, sauntering out of the room, resuming his conversation with Bumblebee. "Yes we do need to celebrate," he says, blowing a raspberry on her belly. "Yes, we do. What do you want? A toy. A toy for every time you say dada? Is that what you want?"
You know he already bought the toys- you found the stash he hide a week ago, he's just been waiting for an excuse to bring them into the house.
You trail after them, watching your baby wrap the city's most infamous mobster around her tiny finger. And you weren't surprised when her second word was Jamie. Mama ended up being third.
Something Bucky loves to bring up whenever Bumblebee choose you over him.
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oceanbucky · a day ago
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𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 • 𝐛.𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬
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pairing — best friend!bucky barnes x reader (modern au) (best friends to lovers)
summary — after breaking up with your cheating ex, you’re left with two tickets to greece. you continue with the trip and oh, bucky’s coming along with you. what could go wrong? 
warnings — 18+, nsfw content in later chapters, angst, mentions of cheating, lots of fluff, best friend!bucky, slow burn, mutual pining, best friends to lovers trope, 
author’s note — hi sweetie, welcome to my first series masterlist!! i’m really excited about this because its my first attempt at writing a series, i hope it doesn’t flop! thank you for stopping by! 
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last updated — 22nd may 2022
tags are open for this series, send me an ask or fill in the taglist form (link in bio) if you’d like to be tagged!
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natbarnes1917 · a day ago
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She’s Gonna F**king Kill Me
Pairing: Bucky/Female Reader
18+ Only.
Third entry for my new smutty one shot collection! All scenes come from my OC story Figure My Heart Out and can be read separately or as a continuous story.  The next few one shots are all Christmas themed because they are from the Christmas chapters of my story. So happy Christmas in May!
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Word count: 4K
Summary: Your friends, Sam and Yelena are visiting you and Bucky for Christmas! Bucky’s sex drive doesn’t appreciate the intrusion though, and you teach him a lesson in patience. 
Need to know: Fluff and Smut. Dom Bucky in the beginning but Sub Bucky for the majority of the story. Slightly rough sex (dom Bucky). Orgasm denial, edging, public sex, handjobs, blowjobs, toy use, prostate stimulation. I’m probably forgetting stuff, let me know. I could have made this one shot 10k words honestly. 
Please do not copy or post this anywhere.
Feedback is always welcome :)
It had been weeks since Bucky had last felt your warmth wrapped around him. Long torturous weeks since he had been able to slip inside your tight body. Okay, Sam and Yelena had only been staying at his apartment for the past few days, but it felt like weeks to Bucky. At first, he had welcomed the surprise intrusion into his privacy; he had enjoyed their company in his own way. Laughing along with you all until he was drained and had to sneak away for some peace. Eventually, you would come find him nestled in the bedroom with a book in his hands and drag him back to the living room. He didn’t quite understand why he had to be there; he rarely participated in the conversation—but then he realized you just wanted his presence. You wanted to sit in his lap and play with his hair and watch him smile. And how could he possibly deny you that?
But now–as he sat on the edge of the bed and watched you dressing for the day–he wanted your friends gone.
“Bucky, I can feel you staring at my ass. We can’t.”
“Can we just kick them out then?”
“You know I want to as much as you, but no. We can last a few more days without sex, right?”
Bucky scoffed, and you giggled.
You stopped getting ready, dressed in just your robe as you went to sit next to him. “So, if you and Sam are going out today, don’t you think I should give you my Christmas list now?”
Bucky pulled you into his lap and gave you a stern look. “Have you been nice, doll?”
You bit back a laugh and played along, looking up at him through your thick lashes. “Oh no, I’ve been very, very naughty.”
“Hmmm,” Bucky ran his fingertips lightly over your thigh, moving your thin robe out of the way. “How naughty?”
You licked your lips as he looked down on you, his eyes smoldering. “Well, my boyfriend likes to get me into trouble.”
“Oh, he does?”
You nodded, watching Bucky’s jaw clench just slightly.
You knew you should stop this, it was going too far. You shifted your hips, chills shooting up your spine when you felt how hard Bucky was already. It was too late. 
Bucky gripped your hips, holding you still. “What were you saying about that boyfriend, doll?” Bucky teased.
You swallowed hard as his hand slipped under your robe. His fingers toyed with the thin string around your hips, pulling it up, down, rubbing it between his fingers, but never attempting to pull the fabric down your thighs like you wanted.
“I can’t resist him,” you whispered, moving one hand up to play with his hair. “He has the sweetest puppy dog eyes, and he makes me want to cuddle with him on a cold day, but then he takes his shirt off, and he has all these big muscles, and I just want to drop to my knees and swallow his big fat co—"
You giggled as Bucky kissed you needily. “I wasn’t done.”
“I got the picture,” Bucky huffed against your lips as he frantically undid his belt with one hand while his other blindly searched for the condoms.
“Lucky for you,” Bucky pushed your robe apart and roughly shoved his throbbing cock into you. “Naughty girls get the best presents.” His gravelly whisper was both a promise and a threat in your ear.  
“Fuck!” You yelped at the sudden pain of him stretching you out. “Fucking hell—Bucky, move,” you begged, eyes wide with lust.
Bucky covered your mouth with his hand, pulled out, and slammed back in; his only focus was on getting you off.
“Be quiet for me, okay, doll?”
You nodded and whimpered as he took his hand off your mouth. He lifted your hips and drilled the blunt tip of his cock into your sweet spot over and over again until you couldn’t contain the shout of his name.
Bucky slapped your thigh and shushed you; you looked like you were on the verge of tears. Every muscle in his body was pulled taut as he tried not to come; he wanted to give you as many as possible first—but as you let out a particularly pornographic moan and begged him to fill you up, he settled on just giving you one for the moment.
“Doll—’m not—not gonna last. Need ya to come for me,” Bucky groaned and quickly circled your clit with his thumb.
He was barely holding himself back as your thighs started to shake around his waist and your pussy clenched him like a vice as you came.
“Fuck—so tight, can’t even move, doll—" Bucky buried his face in your neck as you rode out your high on his throbbing dick.
As you came down and found your voice, you grabbed Bucky’s hair and lifted him up to meet your eyes. “Wanna feel you fill me up, baby,” you whispered hoarsely.
Bucky almost came right then—it wasn’t going to take him long. He pulled out of you and flipped you over. He left the condom on, knowing you were speaking figuratively. You arched your back for him, and he groaned as he started to slide back into your tight heat.
“Hey!” Yelena’s voice yelled from behind your closed bedroom door as she banged her fist on the wood. “Are you done?! We’re trying to eat breakfast out here!”
“Fuck,” Bucky muttered as you quickly sat up and made yourself somewhat decent.
“Go away! We’re busy!” Bucky pulled you back toward him as you tried to slide off the bed. “No, no, I’m not done with you,” he whispered to you.
“Buck—" You looked toward the door again as Yelena banged on it. “She’s not gonna go away.”
“Sam won’t let me go back to the kitchen until you stop. Plus, we’ve got to go anyway. We’re late. If you don’t open the door, I’ll just let myself in.”
Bucky growled in annoyance as you slid off the bed and went to the door. You opened it just enough for Yelena to see your face.
“I’m very close to kicking you both out, so please go away, and I’ll get dressed.”
Yelena rolled her eyes. “Hurry up.”
You closed the door and, to Bucky’s disappointment, went to the closet instead of back to the bed.
“Doll, just real quick—" Bucky pressed up against you as you pulled a pair of pants on. “I’ll be fast—I was so close anyway.”
You pulled a shirt over your head and turned around in his arms. “I’m sorry, Buck. But she’s right; if we don’t get to the salon on time—I had to pull a lot of strings to get us appointments so last minute.” You pecked him on the lips and went to the bathroom to put your hair up.
“Doll,” Bucky whined.
“I’ll make it up to you when I get back, okay?”
Bucky sighed as he pulled his boxers back on. “Yeah, okay,” he said grumpily, joining you in the bathroom. “I’ll take care of this on my own for now.”
“No.” You quickly turned and slipped your hand into his boxers, stroking him tight and fast.
Bucky groaned and backed you up against the sink, his hands gripping the counter tightly. It’s not what he wanted, but in his current state, he would take anything he could get.
“No, you leave this for me,” You lifted his chin to make him look at you. “I’ll take care of it later.” You kissed his cheek and pulled your hand away.
All Bucky could do was whine and pout; his cock absolutely ached; he had almost come in your hand just then—you were being cruel.
“You gonna be a good boy?” You cooed.
“God—ye—yes,” Bucky stuttered, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the counter even tighter.
You kissed him with a pleased smile on your face. “See you later, baby.”
Bucky watched you leave, his cock throbbing in frustration. As soon as you were out of the room, he stuffed his hand down his pants and pumped himself quickly—he could still smell your pussy, taste your lips—he was so close to coming over his fist. He groaned as he pulled his hand away at the last second, his cock throbbing uselessly in the confines of his boxers.
He took a cold shower, but his super-soldier dick still stood stiff and proud, leaking precum everywhere. He felt a little calmer, though, and got dressed before finding his phone and texting you.
“When will you be back?”
You sent a laughing emoji. “I left 15 mins ago.”
Bucky sent back a sad face. “Miss u, love u. Have fun.”
“Love you. Behave.”
Bucky sighed and left the room before he could start touching himself again; he had to find a distraction.
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Bucky twitched anxiously every time you even looked at him; you were chattering away as if you didn’t know he was rock hard—and had been for hours.
You and Yelena had returned home about an hour ago, both of your hands full of bags–all yours. 
Bucky waited patiently for you to hold up your end of the deal, but you didn’t.
He was staring at your ass as you bent over the table to adjust a falling gumdrop on Yelena’s gingerbread house.
“Does that sound good, baby?”
“Huh?” Bucky snapped out of his trance and frowned slightly at the glint in your eyes.
“Yelena and Sam have never been on one of those carriage rides. Do you wanna go?”
Bucky didn’t want to go–he wanted you to send them away so he could finally get what he actually wanted.
“Yeah, sure.”
Bucky’s stomach twisted in desire when he saw the smirk on your face at his concession–you knew exactly what you were doing.
She’s gonna fucking kill me, Bucky thought.  
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You and Bucky were settled in your horse-drawn carriage; Sam and Yelena were a few feet ahead. The carriage walls were high and long to shield you from the wind, and you had brought blankets along to keep everyone warm.
You knew Bucky was extremely on edge–his hands were balled into fists, and you weren’t even touching him yet. You caressed his thigh, and he turned to you with the most desperate look in his eyes.
“Were you a good boy for me?” You asked in a sultry voice that made him whine.
He nodded frantically. “Please.”
“Please, what?”
“Need you.”
“I’m right here.” Your hand moved higher under the blanket and just sat there, burning a hole through his jeans.
“Please,” he whined. “Need you to touch me—to make me come—please.”
Your hand slid over his crotch, and you heard the sharp intake of air as he tried not to react. You moved your hand with more pressure but slower, and he groaned lowly.
“Touch you like this, baby?” You asked sweetly.
“Yes, but—" Bucky groaned louder as your hand sped up. “Can we—go—oh—go back home?” He rushed the last few words out before biting his lip to hold in his moan.
“Thought you wanted me to make you come?” You undid his pants quickly and shoved your hand inside.
“Oh god, not here.” Despite his protests, Bucky spread his legs further apart under the blanket. He dipped his head back, breathing hard, as you pushed him closer and closer to his orgasm.
You sucked the sweet spot on his neck and moved your hand with the sole purpose of making him come.
“Doll—please stop,” he huffed out, thrusting his hips into your hand.
“Doesn’t seem like you want me to stop.”
Bucky shuddered as your warm tongue trailed over his neck. The adrenaline pumping through his veins every time the carriage passed a group of people wasn’t helping his situation.
“I’m—I’m gonna come if you don’t stop, please!”
“It’s okay, baby, just pretend you’re filling up my tight little cunt,” You whispered as you sucked his earlobe into your mouth.
“Fuck! Fuck!” Bucky couldn’t stop picturing that. His brain was no longer working as his hips chased the orgasm his body so desperately needed.
You giggled and kissed his flushed neck as you pulled your hand away. Bucky looked at you like he was about to cry, his chest heaving rapidly. “Please,” he said brokenly.
“Soon.”
You called for the driver’s attention and asked him to take you back. Bucky breathed a sigh of relief when you exited the carriage and headed back home.
“So, I got Sam and Yelena tickets to see the Rockettes tonight–”
Your sentence was cut off as Bucky picked you up and threw you on his back as he ran through the park. He hailed the first taxi he saw, and you were home before Sam and Yelena even realized you had left.
Bucky pushed you up against the door, already pulling your clothes off.
“Bucky—slow down.”
“No,” Bucky groaned. “I’m so fuckin’ hard—can’t wait anymore.”
You pushed him away. “You said you were gonna be good for me.”
Bucky followed you like a puppy to the bedroom and frowned when you picked up your shopping bags off the floor. “Doll, please, please, I’m dying over here.”
You ignored him as you took items out of your bags, all clothes and one small black box. “Strip and lay on the bed.”
Bucky quickly did what you said, looking at the sleek black item in your hand with curiosity. He laid against the headboard, his abs tight and his cock leaking precum all over his stomach.
“I got you something if you want to try it.” You knelt next to him on the bed.
“What is it?” Bucky was already twitching with excitement as you poured lube over the toy.
You pushed a button, and the toy vibrated in your hand—Bucky’s hips involuntarily flexed.
“Think you can handle that?” You asked as you started prepping him with your fingers.
“I—fuck—I don’t know.” Bucky screwed his eyes shut, wanting so badly to feel the toy inside him but so close to losing control just from your fingers.
“Tell me if it’s too much; I just want you to feel good, kay?”
Bucky nodded, watching you slowly slide the toy inside him. He groaned when it was fully settled, nuzzling right against his prostate.
You got off the bed and dangled the remote in his face. “Touch yourself for me, baby. But no coming until I say.”  
You made him watch you try on all the clothes you had bought, keeping the vibration against his prostate low. His hand moved slowly over his cock until he couldn’t handle it anymore, begging you for release. But all you gave him was the mercy of turning the toy off until he could start again.
He was trying so hard to be good, but as you got to the last bag, he was squirming and grinding into his hand. He could smell how wet you were—you were enjoying this maybe more than you should be.
You came back out of the bathroom, and he whimpered as he thrust faster into his hand. A tiny red skirt with a white fur trim fluttered around your hips, only highlighting the little piece of lace between your legs. A big red bow covered your breasts.
“What do you think?” You twirled for him before climbing onto the bed and sitting between his legs.
“Please,” he muttered as his eyes admired every curve and line of your body.  
You leaned forward and moved his hands out of the way. “You’ve been so good, baby,” you whispered as you wrapped your delicate hand around his shaft.
“I have—please, wanna come,” Bucky sighed as you turned the toy up and worked your hands over his cock.
“I’m gonna let you come.”
Bucky relaxed at the promise, letting you build him up.
“One more thing.” You left the bed and came back with a red silk ribbon. “Give me your hands.”
Bucky didn’t hesitate; he held his hands out, and you quickly tied them together.
“Is this okay?” You placed gentle kisses on each of his wrists.
“I’m okay,” Bucky assured you. He’d never done anything like this, and part of him was surprised at how much it turned him on.
“Does that feel good?” You asked as you stretched his arms above his head and attached his tied hands to the headboard.
“Ye–yes,” Bucky stuttered.
“What’s your color, baby?” You settled between his legs again.
“Green, very green.” Bucky flexed his muscles, testing the restraints.
You took a moment to admire him, his muscles taut and glistening as he tried to regulate his breathing. Of course, he could easily get out of your restraints, but that just made it so much hotter—he was allowing you to do this to him—trusted you enough to allow it, to want it.
“So sexy, Buck. I’ve been so wet for you all day.” You leaned forward and gently sucked the tip of his dick, your tongue kitten licking him.
Bucky couldn’t speak; only desperate moans would come out of his mouth.
You kept your mouth on his tip only as your hand worked the rest of his shaft. You could feel him swell in your hand and knew he was getting close. You slid your mouth down a little further and moaned at the broken whine that left his mouth.
“I’m gonna come—don’t stop.” Bucky managed to get out between moans as the plates in his vibranium arm whirred with the effort to keep his hands where they were.
You pulled your mouth off and slowed down your hand. “You wanna come in my mouth or my pussy?”
Bucky groaned and threw his head back. “I—I don’t know, please!”
You turned off the toy and pulled a condom out of the bedside table drawer, slowly rolling it onto his red cock.
“Yes, yes, yes, please,” Bucky panted as you straddled him and teased the tip of his dick at your dripping entrance.
You slowly sank down on him, letting yourself feel every inch of him. “So big, Bucky. You feel so good,” you moaned.
His fingernails dug harshly into his palm. He was about to come, and he needed it more than he needed air.
“Gonna come, oh fuck, oh fuck,” he sighed as he bottomed out in you. “So fucking tight. Move doll,” he groaned.  
Ignoring his begging, you leaned forward, keeping him stuffed inside you, and kissed him. You traced his bow-shaped lips with the tip of your tongue, making him groan when you bit his plush bottom lip. How was it possible for someone to have such a pretty mouth?
“You been thinking about filling me up all day?”
Bucky nodded. “Please, please! I—oh fuck I’m right there, doll, please.” His eyes were screwed shut in frustration. He wanted to scream—he was finally buried in your warm, velvety walls; his balls were heavy and tight in anticipation of the orgasm that was seconds away—and you wouldn’t fucking move.
“So hot when you beg—beg a little more, baby, and I’ll let you fill my teasing little pussy with all that hot cum.” You reached back and gently squeezed his balls to punctuate your sentence.
Bucky shouted nonsense as he squirmed underneath you.
“Use your words, Buck.” You drug your fingernails down his chest, just hard enough to leave light red marks.
“Please! I’ll do whatever you want—need you so bad—been going fucking crazy since this morning.” Bucky groaned when you still didn’t move. “Please, I’ve been so good—I wanted to come so bad when you were gone.”
“Did you touch yourself?” You grabbed the remote and teased your finger over the button, smirking when Bucky’s cock twitched inside you.
“Yes,” Bucky sighed, his arm whirring again as he fought the urge to break free and take what he needed from you. “I—I—fuck doll, let me come!” Bucky’s dominant side started to seep through as he practically growled the words out.
Unamused with his outburst, you leaned back, resting your hands on his trembling thighs. The position put you even more on display for him. His eyes raked down your body, starting with the displeased frown on your face, pausing briefly on your chest, wrapped up like a gift from God, down your stomach, over your soft hips—he squeezed his eyes shut when he caught sight of the space where you were joined together, afraid the view alone would send him over the edge.
“Open your eyes,” You snapped, just barely rolling your hips. “Look at how perfectly you fit inside me.”
“I can’t,” Bucky groaned when you moved your hips again. “I’m gonna come,” he whispered with a slight tremble.
“No, you’re not. Only good boys get to come.”
Bucky’s eyes flew open; he was about to argue but swallowed it. You wanted his submission. And fuck, he would give you whatever you wanted.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, please.”
“Do what I told you.”
Bucky reluctantly dragged his eyes down to the lacy thong shoved to the side, making room for his thick cock to stretch you out. You lifted your hips just enough for him to see the base of his cock, drenched in your juices.
Bucky couldn’t help it; he closed his eyes again, straining against his restraints. “I’m sorry, it’s too much! I can’t fucking think about anything but pounding into your pussy until my cum is dripping down your thighs.”
“Fuck, Bucky,” You moaned, your body clenching on reflex. “Gonna make my good boy come, kay?” You started bouncing yourself on him hard and fast.
Bucky grunted as he lifted his hips, meeting you with every thrust. “Thank you, oh please,” Bucky’s face screwed up in pleasure as he thrust up into you. “Oh please, don’t stop. Please, please, gonna come.” Bucky didn’t realize he was shouting as he begged you for his release.
You were nearly as wound up as he was, and looking down at him—every muscle in his colossal body flexing—begging you for his release was too much for you to take.
You moaned his name as you reached your peak. “Come, baby, fill me up.”
The combination of you turning the vibration on the highest setting and your walls fluttering around him was it for Bucky. He broke the tie around his wrists and dug his fingers into your hips hard as his cock twitched wildly inside you. No sound came out of his mouth as he came. The pleasure was too much; all he could do was hold your hips flush against his as he let rope after rope of cum fill the condom.
As he came down, he groaned, “god damn, I can’t feel my legs. That was so—so,” Bucky lost his train of thought; his eyes were slightly unfocused as he stared up at you.  
You giggled and kissed his lips. “Glad you liked it—it was hot as hell.”
Bucky’s chest was still heaving; he couldn't form more words. His hands roamed over your body. Once he caught his breath, he sat up to kiss you properly.
“You definitely owe me more than one orgasm after that.” Bucky grabbed the end of the bow around your chest with his teeth and pulled it off.
“We’ve got two hours,” You sighed, pushing Bucky’s head closer as his teeth grazed over your nipple. “Maybe, if you’re good, I’ll let you come again.”
Bucky groaned and laid back on the bed, ready to submit to you as many times as you asked.
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bonky-n-steeb · 2 days ago
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Merman bucky x reader please . Buck took her while she was lost at sea and kept her in an isolated island
I’ve wanted to write merman Bucky for sooooo long asjdgsusy
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Your head was spinning and your lips were dry as you groggily woke up. You blinked your eyes rapidly, disbelieving that you were still alive. Your last memories were of the wreckage and you didn’t know how you landed up here, safe and alive.
You gasped as you took in your surroundings. You were laying on smooth rocks in a cove and this was honestly the most beautiful place you’d ever seen. Though you couldn’t see any man or even pieces of the ship wreck nearby, the beauty of the place was breathtaking.
Just as you wondered how you’d come so far away, you saw a pair of eyes looking up at you from beneath the water. You screamed before you registered what exactly you were looking at.
A Merfolk.
His eyes were electric blue, such a colour you had never seen before. His face and upper body was just like a human, but it was the huge tail in place of legs that three you off. It was glimmering silver and distinctly visibly under the clear waters.
“Hi!” You awkwardly waved. “Hi!” He finally got above the surface and repeated your actions. His voice was hoarse as if unused for a long period. “Did you get me here?” You asked and he nodded.
“Wait! You understand English?” You squealed when the realisation hit you. “Yeah. Small small.” He squinted his eyes and you couldn’t help but think how cute he was. He was truly the most beautiful man you had ever seen.
“Oh, but how?” You couldn’t stop being curious. “I listen… on ships.” His words were broken, but you understood perfectly. “Are you alone?” You knew you should wary of such a unknown creature, but something about him made you trust him. Also he had indeed saved your life.
“No.” Was his simple reply. “Did you.., did you save someone else too?” You hopefully asked. Though you were sure many saved themselves using lifeboats, you hoped for those drifted apart like you. “Only you.”
“Where am I?“ you asked. “Sea!” He stated as a matter of factly. You were about to ask for a name, but then you realised that naming a place was a very human concept. “Yeah.. right. Can you get me back though? Somewhere with other humans?”
A look crossed over his face that you couldn’t really pinpoint, but he seemed a little angry. His jaw clenched and his electric eyes narrowed at you before he quickly changed his demeanour to a smile. “You rest now.” You smiled and nodded. He was right, you were too tired.
“Thank you!” Bucky beamed at you as you thanked him. He knew you were his soulmate the instant he had seen you drifting apart. He had been worried sick but he was so relieved to see you safe now. But you didn’t have to be worried anymore, he was going to keep you safe — he was never going to let you go.
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beyondspaceandstars · a day ago
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hiii, i've been binge reading your blog for a while now and its AMAZING, really, anyways, i've finally gathered the courage to make a request and I was wondering if you could do something, like, drabble, hc, idrk, writers choice, with Bucky dating a Widow, I think it would be a pretty interesting dinamic :)))
The Widow
a/n: omg thank you for requesting !! I think this idea lended really well to a headcanon post (it’s like a ramble of thoughts, vague plots and such) so I hope that’s okay! I’m so so glad you’ve enjoyed my work, that means the world to me !!!! I love writing and im so glad others like reading it. Hope you enjoy this as well :) I hope it's not too short or anything idk it was kind of all over the place but that's what HCs can be sometimes lmao
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When you and Bucky first met he hadn’t realized you were anything but a normal, average woman living a normal, average life
You two had met at a little coffee shop just around the block from Bucky’s apartment. He saw you there often and finally, one day, the stars aligned —
Well, actually, what happened was you had accidentally spilled your iced coffee on Bucky because you were distracted by your cell phone.
Little did Bucky know at the time, you were engrossed in your phone because you just never had one before, you never had anything of your own, and technology immediately pulled you in.
But, anyways, after spilling your coffee and apologizing profusely nonstop for a good minute or so, Bucky assured you it was okay and even offered to buy you another drink. You agreed after some protest.
He then invited you to chat for a bit.
And that was that. A couple months and many dates later, you two were officially a couple
All was going pretty well until you got to the stage where you two really opened up about life and family and friends and everything.
It hadn’t taken Bucky long to realize that you were incredibly vague about your past.
On top of it, you held a keen fascination for certain things in a way that reminded Bucky of, well, himself.
Technology was a big one.
You enjoyed your phone and laptop and were very protective over them. They were encrypted just so, along with your smart home devices, which scared Bucky the first time he visited your place.
There was also the thing you had for fashion and decorating.
Much like technology, you were protective of your style and tweaked everything so it was just so. You appreciated it all, everything the shops had to offer. Bucky never missed how your eyes would move and your hands would glide.
Bucky couldn’t help but notice how you two could be so similar in that way. Things just seemed to surprise you both
Bucky found this a bit peculiar. He understood his situation but with you he couldn’t help but wonder what happened? What laid beneath the surface for you?
The answer was finally revealed one night when you two were out at a bar. You had had one too many vodka martinis and Bucky made a teasing remark about how you’d need assistance getting back to your apartment.
"I was a Widow, Buck, I think I can hold my own just fine," you had shot back. "Tipsy or not."
Once you made your comment, you went back to sipping your drink like nothing happened.
But Bucky had a hard time getting past this little factoid your tipsy brain decided to drop on him.
A Widow. You had been a goddamn Widow.
The lightbulb suddenly went off in his head. It explained…everything. The reason for your fascinations. The technology, the protectiveness, the indescribable past, the fashion. You were just starting to figure out your life.
Hell — you probably never even dated someone before him.
Bucky kept all these thoughts to himself for the rest of the night and for the next few days. You were oblivious to what you had let slip and Bucky, being a trained assassin himself, had no trouble keeping it a secret.
At least, that was until he was ready to confront you about it.
In hindsight, it was kind of a stupid, maybe cheesy idea, but Bucky had one day suggest you two work out together. Have a little gym date. You weren’t shy about the fact you worked out and neither was Bucky so the idea wasn’t weird. In fact, at the time, you wondered why you hadn’t suggested it before.
But when you arrived at the gym you realized it wasn’t going to be a normal workout full of cardio and weights.
Bucky had taken you to a boxing ring.
You looked at him weirdly. "We’re boxing?" You asked.
Bucky hopped in the ring and shrugged. "A little sparring."
"Oh, Buck… I—I’m not really—,"
"Humor me," he said with a smirk.
And you did. You didn’t hold back no matter how confused you were about this situation. You used your fight, pulling up moves from the deep depths of your brain. It was like riding a bike. You were surprised — and a little scared — to see that you still had it in you. But why would Bucky suggest this, you thought you had done well…
It wasn’t until you had Bucky pinned to the ground did it click for you. He muttered out a little, "I knew it" and all the puzzle pieces came together.
You rolled off him to catch your breath. You sat beside him in the ring. "I told you I was a Widow, huh?"
Bucky nodded. Your face went red with embarrassment as the memory finally came back to you. You could never be trusted around vodka.
You apologized for telling him that way but Bucky didn’t mind. In fact, he apologized for bringing you to a boxing ring but admitted he was greatly curious about whether you were telling the truth or just letting out drunken lies.
You said you weren’t lying and went into some vague version about how you were freed and struggled to begin a life that wasn’t about…your skills.
When you told him you haven’t done anything like that in years, he apologized profusely again, but you assured him it was okay. It was…interesting to see what was still up there, what you still possessed. Frankly, you didn’t think you still had it in you.
From then on, you became Bucky’s workout buddy. You two regularly sparred together, helping you keep sharp and helping to keep Bucky on his toes. The sparring actually became very therapeutic. You were able to release your training in a safe, positive environment. Much different to the…facility.
You didn’t feel like someone’s weapon. You felt like a girlfriend working out with her boyfriend. And that was great, that was something you hadn’t realized you had been craving.
But it wasn’t just your fighting moves that intrigued Bucky — it was your mind, too.
Your interest in technology ran deep, having likely begun during your time as a Widow. There was…a lot of revolutionary technology you came across in your time and you had subconsciously formed an interest that was finally able to bloom in your newly discovered freedom.
This allowed you to assist Bucky with any missions he was assigned to. You didn’t formally work for anyone and instead operated as his independent contractor.
"Jesus," Bucky swore as he watched you work, "what else lives in that brain? Can you tell me the lottery numbers for next week?"
You just laughed. "Bucky, if I knew the lottery numbers, I wouldn’t be living in an apartment, would I?"
But sometimes it wasn’t always good. You could suffer from nightmares from time to time as memories never seemed to want to leave you alone. Bucky understood this very well and had no problem comforting you in the night. Often you both would be awake and need to lean on one another.
"I got you, doll," Bucky would mutter as he held in bed.
"I got you, too," you’d respond, placing a kiss on his cheek, making him blush.
Sparring with him, for as safe as you usually felt, could also be triggering and you’d have to walk away for a while. Bucky knew to leave you alone during times likes these as you could get quite intense. But he was always happy to welcome you back a couple of days later and you’d pick up like nothing happened.
"Ready to kick my ass today, sweetheart?" Bucky would teasingly ask.
You’d have to muster up a smile but wouldn’t be shy to respond. "Always, honey."
Really, you two would make such a good couple. You had more understanding for each other than any regular person could ever have. It wasn’t all smooth sailing and you would need different support from one another at different times but humor and some bit of optimism kept it all going.
Because every day was a reminder that you both were out of your situations. Free to make a life, especially together.
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dailyreverie · 21 hours ago
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bucky prompts “sit still” “i’m fine” “you’re bleeding” and “how long have you been like this?” plsss
A/N: This one also goes to @starksweasleymain who requested the same prompt + "who did this to you?" + a hint of enemies to lovers. This was hard to keep in a blurb and at 916 words its safe to say I failed lol. Thank you both for requesting!
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader
Word count: 916 words
CW: Blood, mentions of being shot.
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When you parted ways after being discovered, your legs carried you as fast as possible to the Quinjet. The hits you took had not been able to stop you, not when your life was at risk in that sketchy place. No one had reached the ship yet, and the lack of response from a crappy com malfunction only added to the anxiety.
What if they had been caught? What if you were the only survivor? What if you had to go back to the compound all by yourself?
All those questions filled your body with a tingling anxiety that made every muscle and bone ache, walking from side to side trying to ignore the pain as your mind keeps doing laps around every possible scenario. That is, until heavy boots crashing against the metal ramp reach your ears and Bucky's frame appears on the door.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" The whole let's part ways and meet back in the plane had been all his idea, all his brilliant plan, and now you had no idea if the rest of the team was even alive. "That was really all you could think of? Part ways?" It was fear what carried your voice. Bucky couldn't say anything else, but he eyed you up and down and began walking towards you with caution.
"Okay, calm down, you need to-"
"Hell no, Barnes. I'm not calming down! This was an awful idea since the beggining and you know it!"
"This is not time for this!" Bucky bit his tongue to avoid snapping at you even more, as it usually went after missions with you two; he sticked to a roll of his eyes, until they opened up troubled at the sight of you. He reached his hands to your shoulders, same hands you avoided with a shrug.
Your harsh words kept hitting his ears, Bucky looking at you with frantic eyes as you limped from side to side, until he crossed the cockpit again and held your shoulders against your will. "You have to listen to me!" Bucky snapped.
"What the hell do you have to say, James?"
"You are hurt." He looked at you confused. How could you not feel that?
"I'm fine." You challenged, looking up at him determined to win this exchange.
"You are bleeding!" His suddenly panicked voice stopped you, and made you look down to where his metal hand was now holding you. So it was not anxiety making your body ache... "You were shot." Bucky added, looking for your eyes seeking for permission to move you.
The gentleness of his hands was something you had never experienced as he guided you to the closest seat, one hand on your side where blood was still coming out and another hand on your back to support you. Under his instructions, you lifted up your shirt so he could get a clear view of the wound. You hissed from the friction caused by the movement, grasping Bucky's shoulder when he began cleaning around it.
You stayed in silence for a while, letting him heal you in complete and utter quietness.
"How long have you been like this?" Bucky spoke first. His hand was still pressed to your body, calloused fingers cleaning around the shot but a soft blue you rarely see was looking up at you.
"I don't know, I felt something when we were back there fighting but I didn't really- agh- kept track of time." Your voice hitched when a new gauze touched your skin, making Bucky wince.
"Shit, it won't stop bleeding." Bucky cursed to himself. "Who did this to you?" The soft blue turned darker, looking at you and making your lungs suck in a breath.
"I- I don't know their names-" Your stutter was only caused by the intensity of his eyes. Did he really wanted you to point out the one person who went after you?
"If we had the footage, could you identify them?" You shrugged, still with a loss of words from his change of tone. You had never seen him like this, so set on finding one single person in the middle of thousands who were trying to kill you all. The depth of his eyes as he asked made your stomach turn and your heart beat faster, you could only nod as an answer; you were sure he was going to find that person.
"Parting ways was the only way to keep you safe. I'd rather have them come after me than after you." He explained, as if it made any difference now.
"Well, it didn't exactly went right did it?" Your sarcastic remark came with a pained chuckled that left you both in silence after. "What about the rest of the team?"
Bucky's jaw tensed before his eyes met yours again. "I don't care about the rest of them." He admitted quietly. "When I said I needed to keep you safe, I meant... I meant you."
Your eyes remained locked for what felt like forever, even after Sam rushed in with Nat behind him. You remained quiet, with Bucky's hand still pressed against you to try and stop the bleeding; he gave Sam instructions to fly the plane since he was still caring for you. "Just get us there as fast as you can, we need a doctor as soon as possible." He said, rising from his knees to sit next to you for the flight home.
It was a bumpy flight, one that felt even longer with the increasing pain you were feeling, but Bucky's hand never left your side, not even after landing, not even after you reached the med floor. Bucky stayed by your side all the while, strong hands and an ocean-like blue keeping you safe every time you felt pain, since that day until the rest of them.
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coffeecatsandcandles · 2 days ago
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𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫, 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟑
Part 1 | Part 2
➵ 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 | Rebecca is ready to go to college, but Bucky isn’t sure he’s ready for her to leave.
➵ 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 | dad!Bucky x reader (ft. Rebecca Barnes)
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➵ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | some sadness, mostly fluff and Bucky being the ultimate dad. 
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Bucky set down the final box- full of clothes, or was it bedding? He’d been bringing in so many unlabeled boxes, he wasn’t sure what was in the dorm and what was still in the car. Rebecca was a little scatterbrained- like him. She saw no point in labeling most things unless they were incredibly fragile, but she’d take that in herself to make sure they wouldn’t break.
He glanced over at his daughter, stacking up plates in her cabinet with you right next to her. Her new roommate hadn’t arrived yet, due to Rebecca wanting to be incredibly early. Her designated move-in time was 12, but all three of you had been sitting in the dorm parking lot since 11. Talking about how Rebecca wanted to decorate the dorm, her plans to take her roommate out to lunch to get to know her. Everything about college that she was so excited for. She’d turned into such a lovely young woman. A carbon copy of you- down to the way she acted. She was a spitting image, and he had you to thank for raising her to be the woman she is now. He had only a fraction to do with it- due to some unforeseen circumstances, you were with her from the very beginning. If he had the choice, he would’ve been there too.
Bucky insisted on carrying everything into the dorm, up the three flights of stairs (because he insisted it was much faster than the elevator) as you and Becca organized and decorated. His strength was slipping with age- back before the Snap, he would’ve been able to carry five- hell, six- boxes at once. Now, he couldn’t do more than three. Maybe he wanted to carry them all in to prove that he could still do it. But after a few trips, he found himself winded. It was worth it, though. Every time he walked through the door, though he was tired, he gave a smile at the sight of you and Rebecca decorating, listening to Rebecca talk about her classes. It was all worth it. The bond you two shared was one he adored more than anything in the world.
“Is that the last one?” you asked Bucky as he stretched, trying to alleviate the pain in his back. He nodded, gently pulling you closer to him so you’d wrap his arms around him. He loved being in your embrace, whether he was in pain or not.
“Dad, there’s a fancy grocery store just a couple miles from here!”
Bucky smiled at his daughter’s excitement, remembering the first time Rebecca called him dad. How much it meant to him, even though she was probably unaware of the weight it carried.
Rebecca had never referred to him by name. She never even called him Bucky or James. For the first two months after his return. Then suddenly, it happened.
You and Bucky had been making dessert, watching Bucky pile on the whipped cream. “Calm down, save some for the rest of us,” you joked. 
He stopped briefly, looking you in the eyes before messily spraying the whipped cream in his mouth, half of it landing right on his upper lip. “Alright,” he said, “but before you make your dessert, can I have a kiss?”
“Bucky-” you scoffed.
“What? I was gone for five years, deprived of all the kisses you could’ve given me in that time. I’m just asking for one right now.” he said calmly, which made you laugh.
He leaned in closer, you worried the whipped cream would get on your face. You let out a squeal as you tried to escape, but it was too late. He kissed your cheeks, your mouth, your nose, leaving traces of the sweet cream all over your face. “I’m gonna strangle you!” you laughed, searching for a paper towel to clean yourself off.
“Then I’ll die a happy man,” he smiled, a whipped cream mustache still on his upper lip. He grabbed another paper towel to wipe it off.
A six-year-old Rebecca laughed, having witnessed the whole thing from the living room. “You and Daddy are so funny,” she said.
You didn’t realize it at first, but Bucky did. He noticed right away. He noticed because he’d been trying for ages to get Rebecca to call him that. She knew he was her dad, but for some reason she never said it. He’d been waiting, not wanting to pressure her into it but also growing a little needy. He remembered making breakfast for her one morning, simply asking, “Becca, who am I?”
She responded, “Mommy said that if I’m ever lost, I should say your name is James Buchanan Barnes,”
He suppressed a laugh- of course you taught her that. Of course it was important for her to know her father’s name in case she ever got lost- but a part of him knew that you also told her because anyone would be absolutely insane to think they could get away with letting anything bad happen to the Winter Soldier’s daughter. But still, he persisted. “I know, but who am I to you?”
Rebecca shrugged, “You and Mommy kiss sometimes, and you take care of me when she’s gone,”
Bucky smiled, “Yeah, and what does that make me?” he asked, pointing the spatula he was using to cook Becca’s pancakes at himself.
There was silence. The word was right there, why couldn’t Becca say it?
My dad. You’re my dad.
But when the silence lasted a little too long, he simply nodded understandingly, returning to the pan. “It’s okay. It’s alright.” he couldn’t tell if he was saying it to her or himself. He knew he would be hurting his own feelings by asking, so he didn’t push it any further.
So when she sat there, so happy to say it, he wanted nothing more than to fall to his knees and erupt in tears of happiness. But instead, he made his way over to his daughter, scooping her up in his arms and attacking her with kisses.
“Ahhh! Daddy stop! That tickles!” Rebecca laughed, your heart growing ten times bigger.
He’ll always look back on that day and smile- now here she was, such a gorgeous young woman. Though he still wished she was still that little girl, clinging onto his leg and eventually persuading him to read to her every night, even when she was old enough to read herself. Part of him still wished he could still wake her up in the morning and be the first person she saw through her sleepy eyes and messy hair. To make her breakfast and insist that the cereal she wanted was too sugary. 
But then he’d be keeping her from being the woman she was now. She was so smart, wise beyond her years, and so kind. He was so proud of what she’d become.
Rebecca glanced over the dorm, then looked back up at her parents. “Well, I think I’ve got it from here.”
Bucky’s jaw nearly dropped. That’s it? Just like that, she wanted them to leave? He looked over at you. Your eyes said the same thing. You weren’t ready to say goodbye just yet, but he knew you’d never say it.
“You don’t want us to help you unpack? Or get lunch? I can drive to that grocery store if you want, you can get whatever you like-”
“James,” you said, your voice low. You grabbed his hand, “I think Becca is ready to be on her own.”
Rebecca nodded, an anticipating smile on her face. But something about it seemed off. If there was anyone he could read like a book, it was his own daughter. After all, she was half of him.
James thought it over for a second, nodding and deciding against the emotional goodbye he was planning. No- clearly Rebecca wasn’t as torn over leaving as he was. “Right,” he said. He just decided to rip the band-aid off. Say goodbye quickly and get to the car. Maybe then he’d shed a couple tears, but now clearly wasn’t the time. “Bye, kiddo.” He gave her a hug that was too quick, then turned away to shake off any emotion that might’ve shown on his face as you took your turn to say goodbye.
“I love you, and I’m so proud of you. Tell me all about your first day.” you said, pulling away after giving your daughter a light kiss on her temple.
“Bye, drive safe.” Rebecca said, waving as you and Bucky exited the dorm room. You and Bucky got one last look at your grown daughter, smiling and waving goodbye before you closed the door. It was eerily quiet in the hallway.
“And just like that, there were two.” you said, equally as shocked and heartbroken as Bucky. You grabbed onto his hand, sensing he needed your touch.
“I just can’t believe she just… kicked us out like that.” Bucky muttered as the two of you made your way to the elevator. The two of you walked slowly, hoping Rebecca would pop her head out one more time to say goodbye or even ask you a question. You were hoping for anything. But she didn’t.
“Our little girl is all grown up,” you said as the elevator door opened.
“God, I thought that was gonna kill me,” Bucky sighed. You rested your head on his shoulder.
As the doors slowly began to close, you caught a glimpse of a familiar young brunette leaving a dorm room.
“Dad! Mom!” Rebecca called, sounding like she was in distress. With his metal arm, Bucky stopped the door from closing and nearly ran to his daughter. You followed, not too far behind.
Tears were streaming down her face. Her beautiful skin was puffy, and she instinctively wrapped her arms around her father the second he was within arm’s reach. “I’m so scared, Daddy,” she sobbed, “I don’t want go grow up yet,”
Just when he thought the first goodbye wasn’t going to kill him- this happened. Bucky could feel his soul split in two at his daughter’s words. As if she didn’t already have a piece of him the second he first met her. Slowly over her life, she’d been taking pieces of him. He figured one day, he’d give her that final piece of his heart. She could do what she wanted with it- keep it locked away in a box, give it to any child she has over time like he did with her. Whatever she wanted to do with it, he didn’t care. Because Rebecca was his reason for getting up every morning. For living- for being. There was nothing in this world that could come close to the love he had for her. It was something he didn’t even know he was capable of feeling.
If this didn’t kill him, he wasn’t sure what would. 
“It’s okay, Bug. I promise. You’re gonna do great things. You already make me so proud. I love you so much.”
“But what if something happens? What if I fail a class? Who’s going to tell me that I can’t have chocolate for breakfast or protect me from boys?”
“I’ll still do that, Bec, but you gotta learn to do things on your own. I promise you, if you’re anything like me- no, if you’re anything like your mom… doing things on your own will be a piece of cake.”
You smiled, wiping a few stray tears away at your husband’s words.
Rebecca nodded, eyes cheeks still stained with tears. “I love you, Dad.”
It was then that Bucky realized he was crying, too. “I love you more, Becca. Remember that book I used to read to you when you were little? I’ll love you forever…”
Rebecca nodded, “I’ll like you for always,” she continued.
“As long as I’m living, bug,” he added, wiping the lingering tears from his daughter’s face, “my baby you’ll be.” He kissed her forehead, bringing her in for one more hug. He hated not having that little baby girl anymore, but he was so excited for the Rebecca she was going to become. Majoring in finance, exploring new parts of the city, living on her own and becoming an adult. Even if she didn’t think she was, Bucky knew she was ready for everything to come.
After a few moments, Rebecca pulled away, much calmer. Bucky grabbed onto your hand, saying goodbye one final time before leaving the dorm room.
“She’s gonna make me so proud, hon.” Bucky said to you, hopping into the elevator once again. His eyes were slightly red. He sniffled a little as the elevator reached the lobby of the residence hall.
“So proud.” You repeated, squeezing Bucky’s hand and exiting the building. The two of you returned to the car, once filled with boxes and bags and was a vessel for your impromptu road trip karaoke session with Rebecca, was now quiet and empty.
You remembered the days when Rebecca’s attitude bit you, and mid-argument, you’d think to yourself about how much you couldn’t wait for her to go off to college. How you couldn’t wait for her to get out of your hair- but now that the day was finally here, you wished you could take all those thoughts back.
Because now she was gone, and everything felt different.
“I guess we just… go home now, right?” you asked. The car stayed off. The engine wasn’t running, the keys weren’t even in the ignition yet.
“I guess so,” Bucky said. As he was beginning to start the car, you both received notifications on your phones.
A text message from Becca, where she added both of you to a group message with her.
I’ll love you forever.
She added a heart emoticon. You looked up, noticing the sweet smile on Bucky’s face.
“That’s our girl,” you heard Bucky say.
She would have your heart forever, for always, and as long as you were living.
Your girl, Rebecca Barnes.
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pov: sex phone operator!bucky ends up talking with you and oh... he knows what he is doing to you with just his voice
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nameless-ken · a day ago
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Bucky Barnes Series - Part Twelve
Summary: Bucky is a struggling single father trying to take care of his daughter when a stranger welcomes them into her home and brings a gentle love back into their life.
Warnings: smut!!! (18+ NO MINORS) & fluffiness, mentions of pregnancy 
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Bring Me to Life
Part Twelve - Patience is the Greatest Virtue
(Sorry for such a slow update! Haven’t had a lot of time or motivation but I think it’s coming back! Hope you enjoy this chapter! Thank you for reading!!!)
It’s been a few weeks since Y/N reported the incident that happened in the classroom to her boss. Bucky convinced her she needed to or else he was going to do it himself. 
Y/N hates confrontation but if she feels unsafe in her own classroom, she knows something has to be done about it. Everyday since, Bucky has made sure he’s there when Y/N gets off of work and makes sure he is safely in her car. Bucky doesn’t know why he never did this before since he gets to see his two favorite girls more. 
Bucky is on high alert lately, wanting to keep both of his girls safe. He’s even looked up self defense classes for Y/N but she hasn’t been too keen on the idea. 
“I think you should really do this darling.” Bucky is trying to convince Y/N as they pack for their trip. 
“I really don’t want to talk about this right now.” Y/N deflects any response to his pleas. 
“I just want you to be safe. I can’t be with you 24/7 and I want to make sure you can defend yourself. It scares me knowing what happened and that it could happen again.” He walks over to her and wraps his arms around her waist. 
“I know. I just wish it was all different. Not just for me but for everyone who has ever been assaulted.” 
“I do too.” Bucky leans in and kisses her head. 
“Let’s just forget it for now please and have a good trip. This is our first Thanksgiving together.” Y/N turns around in his arms and smiles softly. 
“I love having all these firsts with you.” He kisses the tip of her nose. 
“Me too. It’s all I’ve ever wanted.” She whispers before leaning up on her tiptoes and pressing a loving kiss to his lips. 
“Mommy! Daddy! When are we leaving?” Asteria yells before barging into the bedroom. “Ew, were you just kissing.” Her face scrunches up in disgust.
“Was hoping to do a little more than that.” Bucky mumbles and Y/N scoffs, hitting him playfully on the chest. 
“Stop it.” Y/N scolds him and he laughs, moving to grab their bags. “We’re leaving in a few minutes. Did you get everything packed?” Asteria nods. “Okay, go put your shoes on.” Asteria runs out of the room without another word. 
“She’s getting too big.” Y/N sighs while putting on her shoes and jacket. 
“She is. I can’t believe how much she has grown and I’m definitely not ready for it.” Bucky replies. 
“Just wait until her teenage years.” Y/N laughs, helping him with the bags. 
“Don’t even start with that.” He gives Y/N a pointed look. 
“Oh come, it’s inevitable. You’re gonna have to get over it now.” Y/N leans over and kisses his cheek and Bucky scoffs. 
“Now I don’t want to talk about this.” Bucky repeats Y/N’s words and walks out of the room. Y/N laughs, following him. 
On the way to her sisters, Y/N couldn’t help but think about having a baby. Y/N saw the look in Bucky’s eyes as he worried about Asteria getting older. It made her really start to think about having kids with Bucky. He’s such an amazing father and the only man she would ever want to have kids with. She can’t help but wonder if it’s the right time. 
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“Has Dad said he’s coming?” Y/N asks Liz as they start prepping everything for dinner tomorrow. 
“I called earlier but got his voicemail. I’ll try again later. You know how busy he is.” 
“Yeah and I also know how horrible he is with time. We should probably tell him that dinner is a couple hours earlier than it really is and then maybe he’ll actually be on time.” 
“Yeah you’re right. I’ll make Paul do it” 
“Make Paul do what?” He walks into the kitchen with Bucky right behind him. 
“Call my dad and tell him dinner is at 12.” Liz instructs her husband while cutting up fruit. 
“But it’s not until 2.” Paul grabs a piece of fruit and pops it in his mouth. 
“You know how he is with time. Always late to everything.” 
“I never noticed that.” Paul comments. 
“Are you kidding me!” Liz turns to face him. “Do you not remember our five year anniversary and he was supposed to meet us to pick up the kids and he was two hours late and we missed our flight making us have to reschedule the whole thing.” 
Y/N leans against the counter and sips her wine, with a small smile on her face. Once you mess with Liz, there’s no coming back from it. She will always win the argument. Y/N learned this when they were teenagers. 
“Alright, alright. I concede.” Paul holds up his hands before slowly backing out of the kitchen. 
“You better call him!” Liz yells after him. 
“I’m doing it right now.” Paul shouts back, then the sounds of the living room TV comes through. 
“Ugh, men.” Liz mumbles, looking at Y/N to get her approval. 
“Sorry sis, I think mine is pretty great.” Y/N looks at Bucky, who's standing next to her, beer in hand. 
“For now.” Liz replies before walking out of the kitchen to scold Paul some more. 
“Do you think we’ll ever get to that point?” Y/N moves to stand in front of Bucky, arms around his waist. 
“Oh yeah for sure,” Bucky moves Y/N’s hair away from her face. “Then we’ll make up in the best ways possible.” He leans down, pressing a kiss against her neck. 
“Hmm, and what ways are those?” She leans in closer to his face. 
“Well, we already did it on the couch and in our bed. I guess the next place is to fuck you on the kitchen counter and the table.” Bucky pauses, gauging her reaction. “Then I’d eat your gorgeous pussy until you’re begging me to stop and choke you with my big cock that I know you love so much.” Bucky brings his thumb to her lips, tracing them softly. “God how I love seeing these beautiful lips around me, stuffing your throat until you can’t breathe. You love too, don’t you darling?” Y/N nods, as Bucky’s eyes fall to her chest, noticing the increasing rise and fall. “I want to fall asleep with the taste of you on my tongue every night.” 
“Why do you have to be so damn perfect?” Y/N sighs, resting her face against his chest. She is wet just from his words, lord knows how much wetter she will get once he starts touching her. 
“You have no idea how much I want to take you home and get those damn clothes off of you and kiss every inch of your skin.” Bucky whispers against her ear, making her shiver. 
“Alright, stand down boy. I guess you’ll have to wait a few days.” Y/N turns to walk away but Bucky holds her tighter. 
“Are you seriously denying me?” He presses his hard cock against her thigh. Y/N can’t help but let out a tiny moan, biting her lip. 
“I know a place. After everyone is asleep, meet me outside okay?” 
“I’m counting down the second darling.” Bucky plants a deep kiss on her lips before leaving her flushed in the kitchen.  
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It’s almost midnight and all the kids are passed out. Liz and her husband went to bed half an hour ago. Y/N is waiting out on the front porch for Bucky. She has not been able to stop thinking about all the things he said earlier. She’s never had someone who wanted her this much. Who puts in the effort to make her feel good, really good and makes her feel safe. She’s always wanted a relationship like this and she can’t believe she has it. 
She’s going to cherish it forever. 
“Hey.” Y/N stands up from the porch swing once Bucky steps out, quietly shutting the front door. 
“Hi.” 
“So, where is this place you know of?” 
“You’ll see.” Y/N takes his hand and leads the way down the driveway and onto the sidewalk. 
“We used to live a few neighborhoods away and I would always go for a walk in the woods to find a quiet place to read. I found an amazing spot with the most beautiful trees.” 
“Ever bring anyone else here?” Bucky asks as he helps Y/N carefully walk down a hill. 
“Nope. You’re the first.” She smiles brightly as she climbs another hill, getting to the top of the hill. 
“I’m so glad to be your first.” Bucky wraps his arms around her waist once he makes it to the top with her. 
“Oh stop.” Y/N nudges him playfully and giggles. “Isn’t it so pretty out here? I’ve never actually been out here at night.” 
“The most beautiful view.” 
Y/N turns around in Bucky’s arm, noticing he’s looking at her. She shakes her head lightly with a smile. She wraps her arms around Bucky’s neck. 
“Do you want to have a baby?” Y/N surprises herself as she asks Bucky. 
“What, really?” His smile falters slightly from the unexpected question. 
“I’ve been thinking about it and Asteria is growing up and she’s been talking about wanting a sibling because of her friends from school. I don’t know, what do you think about it?” 
“What do I think about it? Darling of course I want to have a baby with you. I want everything with you. I just want to make sure this is what you really want. You never asked for any of this unexpectedness with me and Asteria. I don’t want to rush anything with you. I want to take my time with you.” 
“I never thought I’d want kids. The thought of being responsible for another human being scares me but ever since I met you and Asteria, I’ve realized now that having a family is something I’ve always dreamed of but never thought I’d have, but now I do. So I’m ready. I’m so ready.” 
“Fuck, I love you so much.” Bucky practically tackles Y/N in a passionate kiss. Bucky grips her thighs, picking her up holding her close to him before carefully bending down to the ground, with her on top of him. 
“Tell me how you want me to fuck you darling.” Bucky kisses down her neck. 
“Here? Now?” Y/N breathes heavily, hands brushing through his hair. 
“I’m not waiting any longer, baby. I’ve wanted you since this morning. You either tell me or I’ll fuck you anyway I want.” Bucky grips her hair, pulling her face to look him in the eyes. 
“I want, I want you to fuck me hard.” Y/N swallows back a moan as she grinds on top of him. 
“What else darling?” Bucky swipes his tongue along her neck, kissing her jaw and up to her mouth, hovering above her lips. 
“Please, just please I need you inside me, filling me up only the way you can. I want to feel your cock deep inside me as I cum and feel you cum inside me the way I know you like it.” 
Bucky moans just from her words, feeling his hardness against his jeans. He can’t fucking take it any longer. 
“God damn, darling. I want to see how many times I can make you cum.” Bucky takes off his jacket and shirt. Y/N gets off of him as he lays them on the grass, looking up at her. 
“Take your clothes off for me baby. I want to take in every inch of you.” Y/N slowly unzips her jacket, taking off her shirt revealing she isn’t wearing a bra. Bucky’s mouth waters from her perfect tits. He can’t wait to suck on them and see them grow bigger once she is stuffed full of his baby. Y/N undoes her pants and slips off her shoes, reaching to take her panties off but Bucky stops her. 
“You just had to wear my favorite color.” He groans as he kisses his way up to her red lace panties, placing a kiss over the soaking fabric. “Darling, so wet already.” He takes the top between his teeth, pulling them down her legs, lifting her leg to get them off. 
Bucky keeps her leg up, putting it over his shoulder, gripping her ass to bring her closer to his mouth, laying his tongue flat against her wet folds. “Fuck, I could eat her all day. So fucking good baby.” He flicks his tongue through her lips. Y/N moans out, gripping his hair tightly. 
“That’s it baby, fuck my face. Make a mess for me.” Y/N grinds down on his face, feeling so overwhelmed, her legs wanting to give out from the intense pleasure. 
“Cum for me darling. Give it to me.” He sucks on her clit like it’s his last meal, holding her against his face as she shivers and moans out his name loudly. 
“Fuck, Bucky.” Y/N collapses against him. Bucky puts her leg down, helping her carefully down on his clothes he laid out before crawling over her. 
“That was one. I want another one darling.” His eyes meet hers with her wetness all over his stubble. She is in love with that sight. 
Y/N’s eyes roll back in her head as Bucky slips a finger inside her tight pussy. “I love the sounds you make darling. All for me.” Bucky leans over her, kissing her passionately as he slips in another finger. “I can feel you clenching already baby, cum for me. That’s it, soak my hand.” Y/N grabs at his wrist as she hits her orgasm. Bucky doesn’t remove his fingers, letting her ride it out. 
“Bucky, oh, Buck please, fuck, I’m going to cum again.” Y/N squeals as she hits another high. 
“Oh fuck, three already darling.” He pulls his fingers out, her wetness trailing down his arm. Y/N can hardly keep her eyes open from the pleasure rushing through her body but she focuses on Bucky as he sucks his fingers clean of her juices. 
“My fucking favorite taste in the whole world.” He rests his hands next to her head, kissing her in a heated kiss. Y/N moves her hips up against his hard cock straining against his pants. 
“Are you still up for this darling? Still want me to fill you up?”
“God, yes Bucky. Please fuck me. I need you.” 
Bucky gets up, taking off his jeans and boxers. Y/N watches as his cock slaps against his abdomen. She will never get used to it. 
“Like what you see?” Bucky smirks with his hands on his hips. 
“Hmm, very much. But I’d like it much better inside me.” Y/N spreads her legs and Bucky immediately falls to his knees, crawling to her, kissing up her legs, pressing a kiss to her mound again before hovering above her again. 
“Look how shameless you are darling. Letting me take you out in the open like this. Coming for me as many times as I want. What did I ever do to deserve you?” Bucky kisses across her chest before down to her breast, sucking a nipple into his mouth. “Are you ready to give me another one darling?”
“Yes, Bucky, please just fuck me already.” Y/N begs, taking his cock in her hand, pumping him and rubbing her pussy against it. 
Bucky doesn’t think he’ll last much longer so he slips inside her, almost collapsing at the feeling of her wrapped around him. 
“Fuck baby, you always feel so fucking good. Oh god, I can’t go slow right now.” Bucky pumps faster and harder. 
“Fuck me good Bucky.” Y/N grips his back as he rocks into her. “Oh shit, Buck making me feel so good. Oh god.” 
Bucky moves to his knees, pulling her legs over his chest, holding her hips as he fucks into her hastily. He watches her face scrunch in pleasure as the loud moans escape her gorgeous lips. He glances down at her stomach, resting a hand there, feeling him deep inside her. He groans, moving faster at the thought of putting a baby inside her. 
“Oh fuck baby, I’m not gonna last. Need you to cum right now.” Bucky presses a thumb to her clit, rubbing harshly as Y/N bucks her hips, clenching his cock so good. 
“Bucky, oh fuck, Bucky I’m gonna cum. Oh god right there.” Y/N cries as her fourth orgasms rushes over her, body jerking as Bucky continues to fuck her harder. Bucky lets her legs fall back down, pressing his body against her, not letting an inch through. 
“Fuck, Y/N. I’m cumming.” Bucky groans, pounding his cum into her tight pussy, stilling his hips deep inside, making sure she gets all of him. 
“You okay darling?” Bucky hovers his face over her. Y/N nods with a smile, pulling his lip down to hers. 
“I want it to feel like this forever.” Her voice is hoarse from her cries of pleasure. 
“It will. I’ll make sure of it.” Bucky kisses her, slipping his tongue in her mouth before carefully pulling out of her. He leans back, holding her legs open, watching his cum drip from her beautiful pussy. 
“I will never get over that sight.” He bends down, licking at her sensitive pussy. 
“Bucky, stop, I can’t.” Y/N tries to push his head away. 
“I’m sorry darling, I can’t help myself. Just so good.” He licks up their mixture and groans before sucking on her clit again. 
“Bucky, fuck.” Y/N feels him chuckle against her as he shoves two fingers inside her again. 
“Give me one more baby. I know you can do it.” Bucky fucks his fingers faster, continuing to suck her clit. 
“God, fuck Bucky!” Y/N screams so loudly as her wetness explodes on his face. Bucky is surprised at first but fucks his fingers harder as Y/N squirts all over him. Y/N thrashes on the ground, grabbing at his wrist to stop. 
“Shit, darling. I didn’t know you could do that.” Bucky pulls his fingers out, sucking them clean. 
“I didn’t either.” Y/N breathes heavily, her body feeling weak. “I don’t think I can walk.” 
“Well, then I did my job.” Bucky teases, grabbing her in his arms. 
“I think we did it.” 
“Did what?” 
“Made a baby.” 
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Thanksgiving dinner has started off well but knowing Liz, who knows how long that will last. 
‘What did I tell you!” Liz confronts Paul. “You didn’t call him yesterday did you? God, why can’t you ever listen to me?” 
Y/N and Bucky are at the dining table with all the kids, as they wait to serve themselves. 
“Who are they talking about?” Hadley asks. 
“Grandpa.” Y/N whispers. 
“He’s always late.” Hadley rolls her eyes and Y/N laughs. 
Just as Liz and Paul walk back into the dining room, the doorbell sounds. 
“Finally!” Liz exclaims walking to the front door. “Oh good, only an hour late. A new record.” 
“I’m sorry honey.” 
“Just come on, everyone’s waiting.” 
“Grandpa!” The kids get up, rushing over to him and colliding him in a hug. 
“Oh my little munchkins.” Mike notices Asteria standing hesitantly near him before he grabs her in his arms and tickles all three kids. Asteria brusts with laughter. Y/N smiles at the sight, pressing her hand on Bucky’s thigh. He looks at Y/N and smiles, grasping her hand in his tightly. 
“Come on kids, back in your seats so we can eat before the food gets colder.” Liz is already over today. Y/N would usually step in but lets her do her thing as it’s her home. 
Y/N gets up and helps the kids with their plates before sitting down to serve herself. Bucky has waited as well and Y/N smiles from the gesture. 
“What have you been up to, Bucky?” Mike asks him. 
“Busy working mostly.” Bucky clears his throat. 
“Anything interesting?” 
“Just a few construction jobs. Tony has some new ones in development that have to get passed before we start work on them. There’s one that I think is going to be really special.” 
“Can you tell us anything about it?” Y/N asks him, wondering why he’s just now mentioning this. 
“Not until it gets the okay.” 
“I can’t wait to hear about it.” Y/N pats his thigh with a smile. 
“I have some news actually.” Liz speaks up. She looks over at Paul and he nods his head. 
“I’m pregnant.” 
“What!” Y/N shouts, all eyes on Liz now. 
“You’re having a baby!” Hadley jumps up, running to hug her mom. 
“Yep. You’re going to have another sibling.” 
“I hope it’s a boy!” Finn runs over and hugs her too. 
“I’m happy for you Lizzy.” Mike stands up and walks over to give her hug too. 
“When do I get to have a sibling!?” Asteria stands on her chair arms, crossed with a pout. 
“Aster,” Bucky points his finger at her to sit back down. 
“But it’s not fair!” She climbs down from the chair and runs out of the room. 
“Sorry, congratulations guys.” Bucky tells Liz and Paul before going after Asteria. 
“I’m so happy for you guys! I can’t wait to have another niece or nephew.” Y/N hugs both of them. “I better go check on her too.” 
Y/N walks out of the dining room, not finding them in the living room but sees them through the big window outside on the porch swing. 
“Hey.” Y/N walks out, sitting on the other side of Asteria. “What’s going on?” Y/N wraps an arm around Asteria. 
“I want a baby sister or baby brother. Everyone else has one except me.” 
“Those things take time sweetheart.” Y/N runs hand through Asteria’s hair. 
“How long?” She looks up. 
“Well usually 9 months.” 
“That’s a long time.” Asteria sighs, falling back against the swing. 
“You just have to be patient.” Bucky adds, looking over at Y/N. “You never know what could happen. You have to be open and let what’s meant for you make its way to you. But you know what the best part is?” 
“What?” Asteria turns to look at her dad. 
“No matter what, we’ll always be together. As a family.” Y/N looks at him and he brings his arm around both of them, pulling them close. 
“I love my girls.” He kisses each of their heads.
“I love you too daddy.” Asteria leans up and kisses his cheek. Y/N giggles softly, leaning over to kiss his lips. 
“Mhm, I love you too daddy.” Y/N mumbles against his lips, teasing him. 
“Mhm, I love the sound of that.” Bucky winks before they all get up and head back inside. 
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A Whole New World (Part 1)
Pairing: Genie!Bucky Barnes x Reader  Word Count: 2982 Warnings: none
Summary: Three wishes open up a whole new world of opportunities to a girl looking for a home but finds love along the way.
A/N: I wrote this 2 years ago and figured why not post it. This is an Aladdin AU set in a modern world with magic. 
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A WHOLE NEW WORLD MASTERLIST
“Woah, woah, slow down there. I think I hit my head a little too hard from that fall. Did you say Genie?”
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“Out of the way street rat!” A harsh voice snarled and Y/N felt a heavy boot on her back, knocking her face first into a warm puddle of mud. 
The Royal Guard’s laugh echoed past the palace walls. Giant wooden doors adorned with wrought iron scrollwork shut with a heavy thud, sealing her away from a life she’ll never have. 
“Are you alright?” 
She lifted her head up, squinting as the light of the sun blinded her eyes. The man came into focus as he knelt down beside her. She noticed his smile first, so large it crinkled around his warm brown eyes. His teeth were dazzling white and the small separation in the front seemed to lend itself to the authenticity in his gesture. 
“I’m okay,” she said, feeling the opposite as globs of mud dripped off her chin, still feeling the burn on her palms as they scraped the ground when she was knocked over.
The man extended his hand to help her up and she took it, feeling the thick liquid squish between their palms. 
“Thank you,” she said, taking the handkerchief he extended to her to wipe herself clean. “I’m so sorry about that…” she began before she took a good look at him. 
The rich umber of his skin contrasted against the lighter clothing he wore, a formal top that bore the crested symbol of the Kingdom of Midgard. The shock made her curtsy out of respect, not knowing who this man was to the Royal family.
He humbly waved off her actions, “Please, it’s alright, I’m just a cook. Sam Wilson.” He extended his hand again to give her a formal greeting. 
After introducing herself Y/N forced a smile, feeling awkward about everything. Here she was, standing in front of the impeccably dressed member of the Royal staff looking like the street rat she was. 
It wasn’t just the mud that splashed on her clothes that embarrassed her but the state of them in the first place. The fabric had stretched thin from overuse, mismatched threads patched together what she was able to mend but the frayed ends were not something she could fix. Her sneakers were worn too, old and coming apart at the sole. 
Her face was dirty even before the mud, her hair a mess she couldn’t tackle. She smelled, she knew that too; it was hard to find a safe place to shower. She wondered if the Queen knew how bad the streets were.
A warm smile spread slowly across Sam’s face. “How would you like to go to the palace?” Y/N raised an eyebrow in confusion at Sam’s remark. “I would be honored if you’d let me fix you something to eat.”
“Oh no, I couldn’t possibly…” she began, not wanting to feel like a charity case. 
“I insist please, if anything the palace owes it to you for Rumlow’s poor manners.”
So that’s his name, she thought, recalling the face of the stoic Head of the Royal Guard. Y/N had seen him a lot in the past few weeks as princesses from all over the lands were being escorted into the palace to flirt their way into the heart of Prince Steve. 
She envied those women, not only for what they had in wealth, never worrying about where their next meal would come from or wondering where they could lay their head but because they had the opportunity that Y/N would never have, a chance with the prince. 
Steve was the most handsome man she ever saw with eyes as blue as the ocean, a golden crown of hair that matched the one he wore adorned with jewels, and big arms she imagined felt wonderful to have wrapped around her. Imagining was all she had though since Y/N knew she would never end up with the prince, let alone someone like him. Dating was the last thing on her mind anyway. She needed a place to live and a job, and people around here weren’t keen on hiring someone who had been hit so hard by life. 
Y/N agreed with a nod. She grabbed her duffel bag and before she could sling it over her shoulder she heard Sam ask if he could hold it for her. He could see she’s carried enough on her shoulders as it was.
Sam took her through the servant’s entrance and every step felt wrong. Y/N wasn’t a princess, she wasn’t even good enough to be part of the staff. Her heart raced with nerves thinking someone would be there at the next corner to carry her out; that Rumlow would toss her out himself with a smile but Sam insisted she was safe.
Sam led her to his room which was more modest than she expected. Most of all the furnishings looked like they could appear in any average apartment apart from the lavish detail of the headboard. Sam left to give Y/N privacy to use the attached bathroom where she was able to wash away the dirt that had become a second skin. It took a lot of time before the water ran clear and she relished in the feeling of being truly clean after so long. She wrapped herself in an oversized towel made of material so soft it felt like she was being embraced by clouds.
The door creaked open slowly as she nervously looked around the room finding it was empty; however Sam had left a few pairs of clean clothes and new shoes for her on the bed. She dressed quickly, lying back on the mattress that felt as fluffy as a marshmallow. Sinking into it, Y/N pictured herself in a bed like this again someday.
Opening her eyes, she was surprised to find the darkness that enveloped the room, save for the small glowing light coming from a computer.
“Sam?” she said, her voice still rasped with sleep. 
“I’m here,” he said, walking towards her. “Sorry I didn’t wake you but it looked like you needed the rest.” 
Y/N began to apologize for falling asleep in his bed but Sam didn’t mind it at all. “Why don’t I bring you some of that amazing dinner I made? Hope you like lasagna.” 
“It’s my favorite,” she said as a smile spread across her face.
Sam walked to the door but turned back as she called his name. “Thank you.” Simple words that meant so much to her. He nodded and closed the door behind him. 
“You’re up late,” Prince Steve said as he strode into one of the massive kitchens of the palace.
“I could say the same for you,” Sam retorted. He put the oven mitts he was holding down on the counter and stuck his hand out for Steve who took it, and the two men pulled in for a hug.
Steve and Sam were practically raised together, well as much as a prince could be with the son of the Royal Chef. It was Steve’s parents King Joseph and Queen Sarah who gave Sam’s parents the opportunity to help build a better life for themselves against the guidance of their advisors. 
Sam knew his family was a few days away from homelessness themselves, which is why he volunteered at the local shelter. He was thankful to have run into Y/N today, already putting the word out to his resources to help her. 
“So what brings you here? Tired of Princess Whatshername already?” 
Steve groaned, burying his head in his arms against the cool countertop. “Mary and she’s leaving tomorrow.”
“You sure know how to charm them, Rogers,” Sam quipped as he took out a small tray of lasagna from the oven. 
“It’s not me this time Sam, it’s like this one has two personalities both of which I have no interest in getting to know.”
Sam tries to recall how many princesses have come to meet Steve recently, each of them leaving disappointed as the Prince remained single. 
“Late night lasagna, huh? I could go for some,” Steve said, eyeing the bubbling cheese. He licked his lips in anticipation, reaching over to grab a fork before Sam slapped his hand away. 
“This ain’t for you, Prince Greedy.” 
Steve let out a chuckle knowing Rumlow would have Sam’s head for talking this way if he was allowed. Some people frowned at how close they were but neither paid no mind to it. Sam plated the dish explaining he was helping a friend and Steve didn’t ask any further questions. Sam Wilson was a good man and a great friend, and he trusted him with every fiber of his being. 
“This is so good,” Y/N said, using the fork to scrape up every last bit of cheese and sauce that clung to the dish. She would lick it clean if she was alone and also not in the palace. 
With her appetite sated she fell back asleep and Sam felt good knowing she was safe for the night. He stayed up a little while longer researching options to help her before he went to sleep in one of the guest bedrooms.
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Y/N looked down at the bronze glove in her hands, adorned with gems that seemed to glow with life. “So you’re a genie?”
The Genie nodded his head but Y/N still looked at him as if he had three. Maybe she was hallucinating. She did fall from a large distance. She was probably dreaming or most likely bleeding out and these were the last visions her mind decided to create before it throws in the towel. 
He didn’t look like a genie, not like the ones in fairy tales at least. He looked like a regular man with eyes that rivaled Prince Steve’s, a mesmerizing steel blue that held a lifetime inside them. His jaw was peppered with dark stubble, his hair a deep brown that fell just above his shoulders. The jacket he wore did not hide the well defined muscles she could see. Buckles lined the front in a row, each one looking tighter than the last as if they were meant to restrain him. 
The Genie turned and she saw him fully now, including his left arm made entirely of metal, dark steel woven with a bronze that matched the glove in her hand. 
“Did…” she raised the glove in her hand, matching it to the Genie’s left hand, “Did you come from this?” 
An uneasy smile stretched across the Genie’s face. “Kind of?” he answered, shrugging slightly. “So are you gonna make your wishes or what? You get three.” 
Y/N sat down on an uneven formation of rocks. It dug into her backside uncomfortably but she needed to sit to take all of this information in. She stared at the ground of the dark cavernous cave she had willingly (and stupidly) volunteered to climb down in. The light shining through from a small hole above had already begun to fade. She needed to get out of here as soon as possible. 
“This is a trick, you’re not a genie.” 
The Genie huffed, uncrossing his arms. “Excuse me?” 
“This glove… it’s an illusion. I bet you couldn’t even get me out of this cave,” she smirked.
The Genie wore a tight lipped smile as he practically stomped towards her in his boots, “I couldn’t, huh? Well how about this?” 
Y/N felt his hands on her shoulders and in the blink of an eye they were transported to the forest just outside the kingdom. She let out a sigh of relief as she breathed in the fresh air, taking in all the scents around her from the damp earth to the tall trees she was so grateful to see again.
The sun glowed like a ball of flame in the horizon, slowly being extinguished. Birds flew above her, their fluttering wings made her look up as they moved through the ceiling of branches and leaves. 
“And for your next two?” The Genie asked.
Y/N’s grin was lopsided as she corrected him, “You mean three.” 
“No, you have tw– ” 
“Uh no, I have three. See I didn’t actually wish to get out of the cave. That was all on you buddy.” She smugly patted him on the shoulder. 
“It’s Bucky.” Her expression softened when she heard the vulnerability of his voice. “My name is Bucky and that’s the last time you’re going to trick me, okay? No more freebies.” 
Y/N saluted him and gave her word. “So tell me about these wishes. I can wish for anything?” 
Bucky stretched his hands out wordlessly asking for the glove and as Y/N handed it to him he waved his hand, levitating it in front of her. Each gem glowed as Bucky explained the types of wishes she could employ; purple for power, blue to travel anywhere in space, red to transform reality, green to alter time, yellow to manipulate minds and orange to capture souls.
She grimaced at that last description and Bucky waved his hand once more, delicately holding the glove as he gave it back to her. 
“That’s where I go until I’m called upon.” 
A heavy sigh fell from his chest and Bucky caught her eyes briefly before he looked away. She wanted to apologize but before she could he changed the subject. 
“Got it? Six gems, three wishes, plenty of options. So what are you going to do?” 
Y/N scrunched her lips together as she thought about it. Her eyebrows raised up when she figured it out. “Find a place to sleep,” she said, and she began walking away.
Bucky jogged to catch up to her, “Hey wait, you’re not going to make your wishes?” 
“Not yet,” she said, climbing over the thick trunk of a fallen tree. “That’s a lot of responsibility and after the day I’ve had I need a good rest to think it through.”
Bucky looked around confused. “The town is behind us.” 
“I know,” she said softly, “But the people that sent me into that cave think I’m dead and I’d rather we keep it that way. So…” she blew out an exhausted breath as she moved through another fallen branch, “For tonight, I’m sleeping here.” 
Through the clearing Bucky saw the ruins of an old castle and all that remained was a broken stone staircase that led nowhere. Y/N settled under one of the archways in the stairs, rubbing the chill from her arms as her back hit the cold stone. 
“This isn’t safe,” Bucky said, looking around. 
“Safe yes, warm no,” she chuckled. “No one comes out here, believe me, this isn’t the first time I’ve slept under these ruins.” 
Bucky asked why and with a long sigh Y/N began her tale about losing her dream job and eventually her benefits ran out. How no one else hired her so she had to juggle several part time jobs but it wasn’t enough to keep the roof over her head. She had been living on the streets for half a year hoping for a miracle. 
“A friend was going to help me get a job but in the meantime I found an easy way to make money…. Well, it was supposed to be easy.” 
Y/N had finished saying goodbye to Sam, taking her time to savor her meal at the restaurant he treated her to. It was there she overheard a group of guys talking about needing a last minute replacement for their expedition. She eavesdropped because it sounded exciting, to hear them talk about an ancient treasure buried deep in a cave not far from there. 
“They said they just needed somebody to keep an eye on their gear as they descended. Someone to call for help in case there was trouble.”
“So what happened?”
Her lips pressed into a thin smile. “They said they brought the wrong sized gear and I was stupid enough to believe them. They said that I needed to go instead and that it wasn’t more than a hundred feet down so I thought, ‘Cool, I’ve always wanted to be Indiana Jones.’”
“Who?” Bucky interrupted. 
With a small chuckle she continued, “They eased me down and I saw the glove, just laying there at the bottom of the floor. I grabbed it and told them to pull me up and something happened. I felt the rope slip and then I hit the ground. I called out to them but no one was there. I thought maybe I passed out for a while and that they went to get help but no one came back.”
She paused for a moment because it looked like Bucky wanted to say something but when he didn’t she added, “I tried on the glove, out of boredom really, and there you were.” She yawned on her last word, the exhaustion of the day finally catching up to her.
Y/N adjusted herself to lay down on the cold wet ground, curling her body as tight as she could to stay warm. 
“I’m glad you found me, uh, it,” Bucky said, knowing she was left for dead otherwise. 
“Bucky?” she whispered softly. He hummed in return. “Do you really not know who Indiana Jones is?”
He ran his fingers through his hair as he confirmed his answer. Bucky didn’t know a lot of things, he suspects he did at one point he must have, but being trapped for so many years in a world where time does not exist makes you forget a lot. 
“Will you tell me who that is? … Y/N?” 
Bucky heard the soft sounds she made as she slept and for a while he watched the rise and fall of her body. He didn’t go back to the soul world that night, choosing to stand guard to protect his new keeper.
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monarcascension · 8 hours ago
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stupor | bb
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summary: after a long night of drinking, you wake up in your apartment building with a hangover and a surprising new bed buddy.
pairings: bucky x fem!reader
tags: fluffy fluff fluffers 𐑺
author's note: hi it's been so long! i'm sorry for my absence things have gotten so crazy in my life, but i really want to try and get back into the swing of things here and do what i love again, so i wanted to start with something quick but cute all around! enjoy <33
word count : 727
A storm began to brew outside. Droplets of rain fell in pattern against the windows— pelting the sides of the building harshly and awoke you from your slumber. You were not granted the pleasure of waking up easily as your brain suddenly began to throb harshly against your skull. You sat up onto your side, wincing from the pain before pressing your hand on to the side of your head with the hope of lessening the damage, but to no avail. You surrendered back to the comfort the bed provided you and rested your head on the pillow, staring blankly up at the ceiling.
It was so quiet here. So peaceful. As bad as the storm outside was getting, it still brought you some comfort, almost being solely responsible for your drifting back into unconsciousness. You shut your eyes, and grasped onto the warm blanket that was thrown overtop of your body, lifting the hefty fabric to reach your midsection.
While your hand still clutched onto the blanket, realisation hit you at that moment. The blanket had no softness to it. It wasn't plushy nor was it fully covering you at all. You glanced down and noticed that the blanket wasn't a blanket at all, but a human arm draped across you. A shiver traveling up your spine and cleansing you of your headache almost instantly with the thought of what could have happened. There’s somebody in your bed… sleeping with you… in your bed. Shit.. Could you have been that drunk to bring somebody home with you? How could you be so reckless?
You were almost deathly afraid to even look over at who it possibly could be, but curiosity struck you. Careful to not make any more sudden movements to alert them, you slowly turned your head to peek only to have your heart drop even further into your stomach. A topless man with messy brown hair peacefully slept next to you. A man you recognized— your best friend, Bucky was laying beside you with his arm strung across your body, almost pulling you into him– using you as his personal pillow. You looked away instantly as if he were to catch you. Your heart pounding in the cage of your chest as you returned your gaze back to the ceiling. You weren't too sure who you were praying to, but you could only hope that nothing happened last night between you.
Not that it would be the worst thing, but you didn't even remember how he got here more or less if anything happened.
You know you went a little overboard last night, but were you truly THAT wild that you would try something with him? It was hard to pinpoint if you were embarrassed because you could have said anything to him while drunk, proud of yourself for being so brave, or scared that he would wake up just as confused as you.
Bucky moved slightly and you froze. He changed the position of his head to rest on your chest, and you immediately felt a fire being lit underneath you, sending a wave of heat through your body. His thick arm almost completely engulfed you, sliding underneath your back and hugging you. He then settled in this position and continued to snore softly on top of you. You weren't sure what to do or how to feel even in this moment. The two of you were close, but never on a physical level– it confused you more to see a man like him be so soft in his sleep.
It was… cute.
It wasn't a word you would use to ever describe Bucky to his face, but when he wasn't being such a pain in your ass, he was indeed cute.
You looked down at him again, seeing how strands of his hair crumpled into his face and smiled. Hesitantly, you pushed your fingertips gently across his forehead removing the bothersome strand entirely. Your fingers dove into his scalp and you began to play with his hair, finding an odd sense of comfort in this moment. You rested your head against his and relaxed into him, shutting your own eyes in turn and drifting away into slumber once more, a smile woven into your features.
And faintly, before you completely lost consciousness , you could feel Bucky’s face warm on your chest as well, leaving you with a carving of his smile.
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multi-stann · a day ago
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Summary: This is for @buckies-dolle writing challenge! I chose prompt 12. “I’m here now” for the challenge! This is a slight angsty piece but ends in fluff and happiness!:) so glad i could participate lovely!
Warnings n stuff: 18+, avenger!bucky barnes, avenger!female reader, slight angst, fluff, happy ending, violence, bombing, guns, mentions of Hydra, petnames(blossom, babydoll), let me know if i missed any!!
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Waking up to the booms and clashes of bombs going off, things falling to the ground, you stand up in a hurry and grab your bag. You’re already suited up, ready to go. You draw your gun out of its holster and make it out of the door, running through the debris to try and get out of the house. You’re covered in soot and ash from head to toe already, the smoke filling your lungs heavily. You try to pace yourself but the light at the end pulls you in closer and closer, and finally you’re out. You take deep breaths in as you make it away from the building you were just in- a stupid mission to get intel on Hydra. You knew that you didn’t have to go to the scouting location until later today, so last night you fell asleep. That turned out to be a huge mistake.
They knew you were here already, so they decided to attack you. In the peace of the safe house.
You run for the woods and hide behind some bushes. You take quiet, but shaky and deep breaths as you focus on the sounds around you. Why did they send me on this fucking mission alone?!? You think in slight anger as you steady your breathing.
You hear men yelling, debris being moved around from the building. You’re shocked you actually made it out. You then quickly find your earpiece and shove it in fast, needing to get into contact with Steve. “Cap?” You whisper, and he answers. “We saw that the safe house was blown up, we got worried. You okay?” “Yeah, just a little shook. Are you on the way?” You ask, still a little out of breath from the pure scare. “Yeah, as soon as we saw the house getting breached we headed off. We’ll be there in about thirty minutes, just sit tight. Stay hidden, there’s a lot of them.” “Who’s coming with you?” There’s a pause of silence before he answers and you hear more men shouting and trucks zooming around. You scoot closer into the bush so you’re hidden more- you then hear Bucky yelling in the back, clearly in distress. “Bucky……Sam, Tony, and Natasha.” Your lips curve into a small smile when you hear Bucky’s name, even if you knew from the background noises that he was on the jet- it relieves you even more. You know he’s upset about this, that you could’ve been hurt. You can hear him, yelling and cussing out Tony for suggesting this idea. You chuckle a little before replying, “okay, see you guys soon. I’ll keep you guys updated.”
You then click the piece off and just sit still. You don’t dare move, only your chest does from breathing, and your fingers when they get bored, your feet when they become stiff. And it feels like forever before your teammates land. They land around a mile or two away and run the distance so that Hydra doesn’t see them coming. You know they’re here because you hear Tony's blasters and Natasha’s yelling. Steve yells to push forward and that’s when you pop out and take a few of the Hydra men down and out by point blank shooting them in the head.
Sam attacks from above mostly because of the advantage, and soon enough it’s over with. Steve grabs the intel off of one of the guys, and Bucky sprints over to you, his gun now in his holster. His grimy hands cup your cheeks, his fingers the only thing touching your skin because of the gloves he’s wearing. His icy blues that are filled with worry scan over your face as he turns and tilts it in any way he can to inspect your face, then he sighs and pulls you into him, your arms wrapping around his torso. “I’m here now, it’s okay! I’m right here, i’ve got you, babydoll.” He hums out in a soothing voice- you believe that he’s more so trying to comfort himself than anyone else.
His hands cradle the back of your head, softly stroking it and your back. He’s taking in your warmth and you’re taking in his. “I’m so glad you’re okay….was so worried.” “I’m fine Buck, really.” Your words come out all muffled due to him pressing your face into his chest area, but he can only smile when he hears your voice- even if it is a little raspy from not speaking for a while, or from the lack of hydration. “Let’s get you home, you need adequate rest and care. Can’t wait to care for you, my blossom.” He then picks you up, you wrapping around him as nearly everyone watches. Natasha has a small little smirk, Sam has a shit eating grin on his face- not believing that Bucky found someone, Tony isn’t paying attention, but Steve is. Steve is so unbelievably happy for the two of you, especially for Bucky- because he can see that Bucky is finally happy.
Once Bucky gets you to the jet, he immediately checks you over. Even if you tell him you’re okay, he doesn’t care. He has to inspect every inch of you, no matter what. He needs to make sure that you’re okay and that you’re not bleeding out anywhere. “Bucky, I promise I'm alright!” You giggle and stroke his hair as he finishes checking your left arm, the last arm to check. “Okay okay, I believe you. Do you need any pain pills?” “Nope, just need you.” You hum with a happy smile, a tired one at that, and Bucky can’t help but to crawl into the small bed with you and wrap his arms around you, pulling you into him. “I love ya, blossom.” “I love you too, handsome.” You both hum, content and safe in each other’s arms.
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oceanbucky · a day ago
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𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 (𝟏) • 𝐛.𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬
pairing — best friend!bucky barnes x reader (modern au) (best friends to lovers)
summary — after breaking up with your cheating ex, you’re left with two tickets to greece. you continue with the trip and oh, bucky’s coming along with you. what could go wrong? 
warnings — angst, cheating, fluff, lowkey mutual pining, tension 
word count — 2,244
author’s note — hi, this is the first chapter of my new series, i’ve just started writing and your feedback is important to me! i hope you love this and thank you for reading!
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You sat on a bench in the middle of central park, shivering lightly as a cold breeze brushed past your skin, you were alone in the middle of a park at one in the morning, the usual sounds of crickets chirping barely bothered you as you wiped at what was left of your tears, your cheeks were tear stained and your eyes were red, swollen from crying for what felt like half a day.
You choked back on a sob, your fingers tightening around the napkin that a stranger had passed you, her eyes filled with sympathy, that was probably a good three hours ago, you had lost count of just how long you had been sitting on this exact bench, tears streaming down your cheeks as you tried so hard to get the image of your boyfriend, well, ex and your friend in bed out of your head. 
They were both half naked, Brock’s face practically in her neck, her wanton moans bouncing off the walls of what you once called your room as she rode him, her fingers digging into his chest, and there you stood for a good ten seconds, too dumbfounded to say a single word. 
Your eyes had welled up with tears, the bags and bags of essentials you had bought for you and Brock’s trip to Greece dropped to the floor, catching their attention. You remembered how your ex had scrambled, eyes wide with shock at the sight of you, shaking your head as you chuckled dryly. 
“(Y/n)-”
“Don’t you fucking dare tell me it was an accident because we both know that you’ve been eyeing her for months” you retort, fist clenched as you held back your tears, refusing to give the both of them the satisfaction of seeing you cry, you didn’t need to hear Brittany’s mocking comments about you, and you could see that smirk painted on her face, her hair framing her face ever so fucking perfectly, she had always been the perfect one, the one with the small waist and the ass that you were pretty sure caught Brock’s attention the second you introduced your friend to him. 
So when the both of them stood against you, you weren’t left with much of a choice except to pack your things messily into your duffle bag, trying to ignore their whispered comments outside the room. 
Now, here you were, in the park, alone. You sighed, biting your lip, willing yourself not to cry. You were homeless, what was left of your savings had been pumped into that damn apartment’s rent and the rest went into the getaway vacation that you had planned for months, and just as you were about to give in to the tears that threatened to slip, your phone buzzed, the ten percent warning flashing in your face, you cursed lightly, and just then, your phone rang. 
The familiar picture of your best friend, Bucky popped up on your screen, the profile simply being a selfie of you and the brunette, wide happy smiles on your faces, it was taken years ago and yet it still stood as one of your best memories. 
You picked up the call, trying to steady your voice as you mumbled a quick “hey Buck”, because if Bucky knew what Brock had done, you were pretty damn sure he’d be at your ex’s door faster than you could stop him, and the last thing you needed was Bucky standing up for you like that. Just as he did when you were both in elementary school, against bullies who’d never left you alone just for him to end up in the nurse’s office with a bloody nose and a black eye. 
“(Y/n)?” he said, his voice was filled with worry, “are you okay?” you swallowed hard, trying to hold back tears, you needed him, so badly, the feel of his arms wrapped around you in a comforting embrace always made you feel at ease, almost as if you were home. 
“I-I, it’s nothing Buck-”
“Doll, what’s wrong?” he continued. 
“B-bucky”
“It’s Rumlow isn’t it?”
“Bucky, please-” you replied, your voice shaky, “Where are you?” he asks, almost gently. 
“The park, on the bench,” you said softly, “The one with the oak tree beside it?” your best friend concludes and you replied with a “yes”. He drops a quick “I’ll be there in ten, do not move” before he hangs up. 
You gazed at the oak tree beside you, the memories from almost two decades ago ran through your mind like a film without sound. It was right here where you met Bucky, you were both seven, and you remembered thinking how this boy had the most bluest cerulean eyes you had ever seen paired with the brightest smile. 
You and Bucky became best friends almost instantly, that was sealed when you realised you both shared the same favourite ice cream flavour, chocolate chip, from then on, you were both inseparable, he’d wait for you at your apartment every morning, greeting your mum with a smile and an ever so polite “good morning Mrs (L/N)” before he left with you, your laughters echoing through the hallway as you both made your way to school. 
That lasted a good way till the end of high school, and even in college, you both had “Friday movie nights” which you had cancelled many times due to Brock demanding that you spent Fridays with him. 
The rumble of a motorcycle pulled you from your thoughts, and you looked up to see Bucky dressed in one of his black shirts and jeans matched with his signature dark leather jacket, he slipped his helmet off with ease, his eyes quickly found yours, a comforting smile on his face as you stood up. 
“You alright?” he asks, and you nod, returning his smile with a small one. 
“You didn’t call and I was at your place-”
“Movie night! Oh god, Buck, I, I was gonna go over once I dropped the things off and-”
“No, no, it’s fine doll, what matters most is that you’re okay. What happened?” he asks as he helps you with your bags and you blinked back tears, “Brock, h-he cheated with Brittany.” you admitted, and you swore you saw the brunette’s fingers tighten around your bag. 
“That piece of-”
“It’s alright Bucky” you said quickly, “Brock and I are over” you whispered, nodding almost as if to remind yourself of that fact, the brunette places your bags in his top box, passing you a helmet in the process, it was the same purple one he had gotten just for you when he got his motorbike, “Just in case you ever wanna go for a ride” he had said with a boyish grin, you were both eighteen, and you remembered being so excited when he took you for a ride around New York. 
“Here, let me” he said softly as he takes the helmet, putting it on you, “Just making sure it still fits” he says lightly and you nod, it had been years since you took a ride and just feeling his fingers brush against your neck just as the way they did when he first put it on made you shiver. 
You shook your head as Bucky slips his jacket off, “It’s fine, i’m not-” “It’s a cold night doll, put it on” the brunette replies and deciding that you could never argue with him, you gave in, putting it on, and immediately the smell of his cologne hits you, it was familiar, the smell of sandalwood and white musk, the cologne you had gotten him on his birthday just last year. 
He still had it. 
You got onto the motorbike, wrapping your arms around his waist, the motorcycle rumbled and off it went, you rested your head against Bucky’s back, allowing yourself to give in to much needed sleep as you went past empty roads, the jacket keeping you warm as your eyes slowly fluttered shut, and for a while, you managed to catch some rest, the image of your ex disappearing. 
“(Y/n), we’re here” Bucky had said, shaking you ever so gently as he picks up your bags, taking your helmet along with him as he guides you to the oh so familiar building, the last time you were here was a good three months ago, for movie night, it felt it had been years ago, and you could feel guilt pooling in your stomach as you remembered the number of times you had cancelled on the brunette. 
The dinghy lift creaked a little as Bucky pressed the number 5 button. “I swear this lift is about to breakdown” he mumbles and you couldn’t help but chuckle, “Buck, that’s what you said a year ago,” you joked as he shoots you a playful glare. 
“Not my fault Marge lasted this long,” you shook your head, laughing, Marge was the nickname you and Bucky had given this lift when he had just moved in, and it was just as old as it was then. 
The lift dinged, and you stepped out, following the brunette to his door, he easily unlocked his door, letting you in first, after all he was always the gentleman, something about him you had always appreciated. You looked around the apartment, it still looked and felt the same, like home. 
The pictures of you and Bucky at prom still hung from the wall, bright smiles and you could still fondly remember how your heart had almost pounded out of your chest when the brunette placed his arm around your waist, pulling you close as you both smiled for the camera, those times were perfect and you always wished you could go back when you were a wide eyed innocent child, oh how simple things were back then. 
“Bucky” you started softly and he looks towards you, “Thank you, for everything,” you continued and he nods with a reassuring smile, “Anytime doll,” he replies. 
“Could I, maybe borrow your laptop, mine’s dead,” you said and he glances at you, surprised, “Now?”. 
“Yeah, I-I should cancel that trip to Greece, the hotel and-”
“Greece?” 
“Y-yeah, I planned a trip with Brock months ago and the flight’s on Sunday and-” you rambled on before Bucky cuts in with a “I’ll go with you” leaving you in shock. 
“B-but, it’s a week long” 
“Exactly, and you’re not wasting your money, come on doll, it’s Greece, you love it, Athens and the Parthenon, all that was part of your travel diary,” the brunette replies, you couldn’t help but smile when he brings up your travel diary, a little journal you had made when you were in the sixth grade, and you had been so exhilarated when you completed it, showing it to your best friend as you went on and on about how you were so gonna visit the place of your dreams when you were older. 
“You remembered”. 
“Of course, i’d never forget a thing about you,” he replies, his voice so, so comforting and you nodded, warmth flooding your chest as you allowed his words to sink in, you could feel all the feelings that you had buried long before slowly surfacing, you remembered just how you had tried so hard to hide the way your palms would turn clammy when Bucky held your hand, squeezing it reassuringly on your first day of senior year, or how you had almost combusted when he leaned in closer, his warm breath tickling your neck as he taught you how to solve the one math problem that you just couldn’t figure out. 
“Let’s go for that trip doll, you deserve it,” the brunette says, “I guess we’re off to Greece then,” you reply with a smile. 
“You bet we are,” Bucky replied, he couldn’t help but smile when you did, god, there was just something about your smile, it wasn’t just the fact that it bought out just about all your features, it was the fact that he couldn’t help but fall into it, every time you smiled, he swore he could feel his heart beat just a little faster, his stomach would do flips as he tried to stop himself from being pulled deeper into the clutches of love, he had in every damn way, tried to get over you when you dated Rumlow. 
He went on random dates that his friends had set him up on and even then, he never could get you out of his mind and just by the way his heart was pounding so quickly, he knew that was impossible. 
Not that he ever wanted to either. 
It was almost three in the morning when you finally settled into bed, well, Bucky’s bed, he had insisted to take the couch despite the both of you having cuddled on the couch every time you came over for movie night. Despite your protests, he had moved his blanket and pillow to the hall, handing you fresh ones, and making sure you were comfortable before he left. 
You tossed and turned, and just then, your phone lit up, the notification of your upcoming flight two days from now flashed on your screen, you sigh as you rested your head against the pillow, wondering if you had made the correct choice to go on vacation with Bucky. 
You shook the doubts away, reminding yourself to catch some sleep, and to perhaps stop worrying. 
After all, you and Bucky were just best friends, right?
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author’s note — hi sweetie! i hope you enjoyed chapter 1, if you’d like a chapter 2, let me know and i’ll work on it! your feedback is important to me, so let me know what you think! thank you for stopping by! 
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leapingintopuddles · a day ago
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𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 [𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭]
𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 — bucky barnes x female reader
𝐚𝐮 — somewhat canon-compliant (takes place around the time of tfatws), neighbours
𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞𝐬/𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐬 — fluff, romance, enemies to friends to lovers, mutual pining, rom-com vibes, a slight dusting of angst
𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 — everything is perfect in your new neighbourhood and your new apartment... or they would be, were it not for the sarcastic and mysterious smartass who lives next door. he is absolutely insufferable and infuriating, so what’s with this strange and growing sense of anticipation you get whenever you see him?
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𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐞, 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭, 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝/𝐨𝐫 𝐮𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐝-𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐬.
𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐮𝐩𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝟐𝟑, 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟐
𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 
𝟏 · 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 [~𝟏.𝟎𝐤]
𝟐 · 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐢𝐬𝐞 [~𝟏.𝟐𝐤]
𝟑 · 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 [~𝟏.𝟑𝐤]
𝟒 · 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐲𝐣𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐬 [~𝟏.𝟑𝐤]
𝟓 · 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 [𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧]
𝟔 · 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐯 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐧 [𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧]
𝟕 · 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲 [𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧]
𝟖 · 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞 [𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧]
𝟗 · 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐭 [𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧]
𝟏𝟎 · 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭 [𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧]
𝟏𝟏 · 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 [𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧]
𝟏𝟐 · 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 [𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧]
𝟏𝟑 · 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐬 𝐢𝐧 [𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧]
𝟏𝟒 · 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐚𝐦 [𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧]
𝟏𝟓 · 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐤𝐢𝐭 [𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧]
𝟏𝟔 · 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟-𝐝𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐬 [𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧]
𝟏𝟕 · 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡 [𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧]
𝟏𝟖 · 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐝𝐮𝐞𝐭𝐬 [𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧]
𝟏𝟗 · 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐚𝐠𝐞 [𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧]
𝟐𝟎 · 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐚 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 [𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧]
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bonky-n-steeb · 7 hours ago
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I dream that I taught tfatws!bucky all the nice things what people do in this century.. like thigh riding, daddy-kinks, being tied up/blind folded, degrading and praising, cock-warming, kinky sex etc. And boyy he wanted to do all of it in thst moment with me/to me 👁👄👁
“Is this what people write about me?” Your head turned away from the buzzing tv when Bucky chirped up. The tower was fairly empty except for the two of you. And it wasn’t new for him to come with you with questions as you’d become his unofficial guide into this modern world.
“What?” You were a bit confused with his sudden question. He turns his photo towards you and it takes a moment for the words shining on the screen to seep into your head. You nervously gulp as you realise it’s a smutty fanfic about him.
How should I explain this now?
“It’s a.. a fanfiction.. like uh…” you splutter about your words but Bucky just shakes his head. “Yeah I searched up what it meant on the internet. I mean I’m flattered they write about me. It’s interesting for sure. But I don’t even know what half of these words mean. What’s cock warming? Is it something related to chickens?”
“Bucky.. I… it’s…I umm…” your entire body became warm and Bucky held back a chuckle as you stuttered with embarrassment. Of course he knew what that meant. He just wanted to see you getting all flustered.
“If it’s so difficult to explain, why don’t you just show me?” Your jaw fell open as you stared with disbelieving eyes at Bucky. On the other hand, he was loving the look of utter shock on your face. Yeah, it was gonna be a fun night.
a/n: should I write this as one shot? 👀
JOIN MY SLEEPOVER!!
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delaber · a day ago
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The Colour of Rain (Bucky Barnes x Reader)
Part 3
Summary: On the run from his violent past, Bucky has sought refuge in a small town in Mexico where he enjoys the peace and quiet of not understanding a word of Spanish. A peace that is violently disturbed when he runs into the most annoying woman he has ever met.
Words: 1.7K
Warnings: smut(!), male masturbation, Bucky being a beautiful hoe
Note: :-)
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The night of day nineteen
It's 5 a.m. on a Monday when Bucky wakes up bathed in sweat. For once, it's not because of a terrible nightmare, but because of the intense heat seeping in through the old windows of his room, suffocating every illusion of a peaceful night. His fan broke the other day and he should've known that this would be likely to occur in the dry heat of the season, but still, he hasn't really given it much thought until it's too late.
The bedsheets are sticking to his damp skin, and the boxers he's wearing to bed are too tight, too warm on his burning body, so he quickly slips out of them and lies down on his back, naked and spread eagled against the cooling mattress while trying to ignore the straining morning erection that is already springing free from his lower body. He knows that if he starts touching himself now, he'll never fall back asleep and he seriously needs the extra hours.
Trying to think of anything but the satisfying touch he so easily could provide himself with, he rolls around on the bed for a while, desperate to find the right position so he can go back to sleep. He wants to empty his head, to think of nothing at all, but in this state, toeing the line between sleep and consciousness, his mind constantly wanders to his latest frustration. To annoyingly kind eyes and intoxicating smiles. To wide hips and soft skin underneath colourful sundresses of every kind. To that goddamn honeyed voice that he’s come to love.
Too late, he realises that he has absentmindedly started grinding his pelvis against the bed below him and he quickly realises that his erection definitely needs attention if he is to fall back asleep.
Admitting defeat, he flips round on his back again and even though he doesn’t want to, he instantly goes back to colourful dresses and peach-juice fingers running blue fingernails all over his burning body. It's so lively, so vivid that he almost forgets that it's his own hand that is slowly tracing over the tight muscles and down the small curls that line his chest and stomach until it finally reaches its destination between his legs. With her in mind, he slowly runs his thumb over the underside of his growing erection, wraps his fingers around his aching balls and tugs lightly, causing a stiff groan to fall from his parted lips.
Immediately, he's ignited.
He feels the blood rush to his lower body, making him even harder and more strained than before, and suddenly, he can't wait to touch himself properly.
Eagerly, he takes a firm grip around the thick staff, runs his thumb over the slid at the tip, collects the drop of pre-cum and accidentally throws his head back against the headboard while giving out a sinful moan. "Oh fuck," he whispers to himself but shows restraint and doesn't start pumping yet. Apart from orgasming, this is his favourite part! Teasing himself until he can no longer take it and he just gives in, ready to just fuck and cum, and cum, and cum!
With a shudder, he touches the slit again, plants the soles of his feet flat on the mattress beneath him and reaches his left arm over to his bedside table where he pulls out the bottle of lube he keeps in there for extra special occasions. The sound of the lid opening is enough to make him excited alone but when he presses the tube lightly and lets its contents drip all over his throbbing head until it trickles down to his balls and into the crease of his ass, it's even better than he remembers.
"Goddamn!" He hisses when his flesh hand massages the oily perineum between his fingers while the metal digits gently tease the lose skin at the tip of his cock begging to be pulled back. The simplest touch, and he's about to lose it already - he just knows that this will be a fucking great orgasm!
Smiling to himself at the thought, he carefully stops teasing and instead starts stroking. Slowly. Carefully. Closes his eyes and thinks of bouncing breasts in the palms of his hands and tight slippery holes inviting him inside.
He's done this countless of times since he broke free; imagining soft bodies and gentle fingers on his skin, but in contrast to the last few months of faceless fantasies riding and milking him dry like there's no tomorrow, this fantasy has a very familiar face and it doesn't take long before it drives him so wild and impatient that his hips start snapping upwards into his fist. "Oh Goddamn - oh, f-fuck!" He bites down on his lower lip and lets go of his aching cock so he doesn't cum yet. The thought of her lips falling open in a moan was almost enough to send him over the edge but he's not done yet. He wants to think of her in every possible postion.
Desperately craving to prolong the all-consuming feeling in his body, he sits up straight, lets his knees fall over the edge of the bed so his feet can touch the cool floor below him. "Mmh," he breathes out a sigh of relief, leans back slightly and gently starts stroking himself again. Slowly at first but building up more and more power with every stroke. He thinks of lilac velvet in his eardrums and colourful berries at the lake. Of ripe peaches and the smell of warm cappuccino in the air. “Oh shit," he closes his eyes and hisses. Throws his head backwards and thinks of sundresses. Orange with small flowers. Green with the tie around the waist. Periwinkle blue. He wants to rip them all off. Pull them around her body until the colourful fabric tears and her sweet, sweet tits spill into his mouth.
He imagines her nipples slipping away from him until she’s sitting naked between his knees, her plump set of lips wrapped tightly around him as she sucks him slowly, running her soft, pink tongue sloppily over him, making sure that none of his leaking pre-cum goes to waste. He wants to bury his fingers in her hair, tell her what a good girl she is for taking him so well down her tight throat but he's afraid that if he says anything out loud, the illusion will drop.
So instead, he just moans and slowly pumps himself. Enjoys the slobbering sound it makes when the wet skin slides in and out of his tight fist while he imagines a sea of red-painted lips leaving raspberry bruises along his shaft. A soft body sitting on its knees servicing him while his metal hand is fisting the sheets behind him, desperate to hold back and desperate to let go and paint her as his.
He groans as he imagines the look of submission directed at him, imagines the wet tongue and the tiny blue-coloured fingernails massaging his balls, scratching his back. "Oh fuck, - oh sweetheart!" he can't stop thinking about her. He's more turned on than he's ever been and he can't stop thinking about what it would be like to spread open her legs and lick her clean. Vibrate his lips around her clit as his fingers curl around the spongy spot inside of her that makes her moan his name; Bucky, Bucky, Bucky!
He wants to have her bouncing on top of him, down on all fours, tied to the bed! He wants to grab her legs and pull her ass over the edge of the mattress so he can fuck her tight pussy while holding her ankles together with one hand. He wants to fill her up so bad, to see her eyes roll to the back of her head when her fluttering comes in waves and she takes every last drop of what he gives her.
"Fuck, sweetheart!”
He can feel how everything inside of him is on fire and he knows he's about to cum - hard! So he lets go of his aching erection. Sits and pants for a second while looking down at the bruised head that is staring up at him with anticipation. Fuck, he wants to cum so bad he lets out an accidental whimper!
Suddenly on his knees on top of the bed, presenting his chest like a delight to the empty room, he starts stroking himself again. “Ah baby!" She's right before him again. He can hear her happy laugh, feel her waist, see her lying with her fingers in her wet mouth as she tries to hold back from moaning too loudly.
"Don't hold back!" He pants and he isn't sure if he's talking to himself or to his fantasy so he spreads his knees apart and falls forwards. Fucks into his closed fist while rutting his hips back and forth, burning his knees on the sheets below him, but he doesn't care, he just wants to fucking cum all over her!
He's moaning her name when he feels his long-anticipated release approaching again but this time he doesn't want to stop, so he tightens the fist wrapped neatly around his throbbing erection and ruts his hips faster. "G-god!" He pants loudly and ignores the ache on his kneecaps as he fucks faster than before.
"Oh god! Oh fuck!" He moans loudly when everything inside of him snaps and he lets go. "Oh god, oh god!" His arms and legs are shaking, his chest sweating and heaving while hot spurs of thick cum paint his bedsheets white while his thoughts revolve around her. The way she walks, the shape of her ass, her kind eyes. "Fuck me," he pants and loudly empties himself all over the striped pillowcase in front of him while his metal hand grabs the bedpost tightly with a crunching sound.
With his hand still wrapped around his throbbing erection, he stays in his high for a while, imagines her post-orgasm giggle and how he would kiss her all over before lying down beside her and peacefully fall asleep with his arm draped casually around her waist.
Relucantly, he opens his eyes again and lets the fantasy end. Slowly, she disappears between his fingers like grains of sand in the desert and he suddenly feels weirdly lonely when he remembers that she was never in his bedroom in the first place. That it was all in his head.
Looking around at the mess he's made, he falls to his back in defeat and feels how the inevitable shame starts crawling over his features. He feels mildly disgusted with himself, icky and creepy when he realises that he's supposed to leave her alone, not masturbate to the thought of her sucking him off and spreading her legs wide open.
She is supposed to be annoying. Not desirable.
What the fuck is wrong with him?
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subwaysurf45 · 12 hours ago
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A Little Rusty (Ep.2)
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Summary: As an aspiring author and current intern, getting a new car was a luxury you never dreamed of. Natasha, your roommate, used you as a personal chauffeur until your car started breaking down. Luckily, you knew some people who worked at Auto Buddy, an auto shop, who could fix your car. But you hadn’t met Bucky yet, and quickly after you found out you’d be stuck with him for a little while.
Words: 4,653
Pairing: Mechanic!Bucky x reader
Warnings: creepy co-worker, uncomfortable interactions
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James: I’m here. 
You and Natasha were running late, both of you running out of the apartment to get a ride from James. You had both missed your alarm and struggled to get out of bed, which led to the both of you laughing at your antics as you jogged to Bucky’s convertible that was parked outside your building. 
“Morning, ladies,” James smiled, “glad to see you both finally showed up.” the convertible's top was down, and the sun was shining directly on his face. 
“Shut up,” Natasha whispered as she got in the backseat. 
Bucky began driving right away, he drove a little more reckless and carefree than you did but you made it to Wall Street all the same. Natasha jumped out of the car and ran across the street, fixing her pencil skirt with her shoes in her hand, stopping at the front door to slip them on. When she was about to walk in she turned around waving goodbye, you and Bucky waved. 
“So where are you again?” He asked as he pulled out and into traffic, one arm rested on the car door, and only one hand held the steering wheel. 
“Broadway,” you rubbed the back of your neck and looked out the window. 
“What’s going on?” he said with a long sigh, almost as if he thought you were trying to get attention. 
You looked at him, “nothing,” he raised an eyebrow and you just shrugged. 
“C’mon,” he took his hand off the wheel to tap your arm, “you barely know me so it’s fine, no judgment here.” 
“I didn’t get enough sleep last night,” you muttered, “I was working.” 
“What were you working on?” he asked as he took a left. 
“My book,” you pointed to the small theatre, “right here, stop.” 
“Your book?” he asked and put the car in park, when you tried to open the door you found it locked, “what’s the book about?” 
“Can I tell you on the ride home?” you asked as you began jumping over the car door because the window was down. 
“It might not be the ride home,” he pulled the corners of his mouth out wide, “I’m going to stay late and work on your car, Natasha will get a ride home from Steve and you can just hang out at the shop with me… how does that sound?” 
You threw your bag over your shoulder, “sounds great, I’ll you about it on the ride to the shop.” 
“Perfect,” Bucky smiled, “have a nice day!” he called as he drove away. 
You had a skip in your step as you walked up to the theatre, feeling to spring breeze and chill that came in the morning. 
“Thank God you’re here!” Hero, the stage director, ran up to you. “Sam quit, he had some family emergency and we need to to be the head of props, he lefts tons of notes and ideas for you-I’ll hire you and give you full pay,” he was beginning you, it was common for people to slowly drop out of Off-Broadway productions which led them to fizzle out before their opening show, it made sense why he was so worried. 
“Of course, I’ll do it,” you smiled and followed him back to the costume and prop department, “and you don’t worry about the pay right now, but if I’m doing full-time work…” you circled your hands around, “I’m not an intern anymore with an intern’s salary.” 
“Completely understand,” Hero nodded, “I’ll get it figured out by the end of the week.” 
“Perfect,” you giggled, Hero pulled you in for a hug before running off somewhere else. You found the prop desk and read through the lengthy letter Sam had left for you. 
Hey, sorry I’m leaving you hanging here, kid. My wife and I have to head to her mother’s place, I’m not going to get into it but unfortunately, I have to leave which puts you in the position of prop master- but please don’t call yourself that. 
Below are some of my sketches and ideas for the props and a little flare to the set design you can pick and choose from, I hope you have other ideas and chose them over mine, you’re the top dog now and you gotta take your vision and use it. I know this isn’t what you want to do when you’re my age but the act of creating will become vital when you begin to write and publish your work. 
Remember me, 
Sam. 
With a pout you pressed the note to your chest, cooing at how sweet it was. As you sat at the desk and began to go over the notes left you went back and read them over again, smiling at the kindness. 
You had changed clothes and were back outside, looking at the tea-stained pages which turned out great and painting plastic cups to look like chalices. The tea-stained paper was still drying but most turn out great, a few had been soaked for too long and the page was extremely dark, to the point where you could see the writing but you didn’t throw it out because it could be used for something else down the line. 
There was gold paint and brown paint on the random plastic lid, you had done some mixing and you were now making the gold chalices look brassy and old like they had been used and dropped a few times. 
“Hey,” the door opened and Ryan was outside, a cigarette already hanging between his lips. 
“Hello,” you smiled and went back to focusing on your work. 
“Who dropped you off this morning?” he asked as he flicked his lighter. 
“It's a long story,” you giggled and flicked your brush on the cup. 
“I have time,” Ryan looked down at you, a smirk on his face. 
“I ended up going to the auto shop I was telling you about,” the corners of your mouth pulled to the sides and Ryan tilted his head, “my car got ruined by some intern, I guess,” you shrugged. 
“Speaking of intern- or lack of- congratulations!” Ryan cheered, “you’ll make a great prop master.” 
“Thank you,” you cringed at the title but you thought it was cute. 
“What happened at the auto shop?” he asked before taking a very long drag. 
“This intern bit off more than she could chew and wrecked my car, this guy named Bucky who owns the shop is working on it now, he’s driving Natasha and me to work to make up for it.” you smiled and dipped your brush in the water to clean it off. 
“Huh,” was all he said for a while, “...why’d you go back?” he asked, “if they fucked you over why would you go back and do business with them again?” 
“I don’t know, I-”
“And whose’s this fucking Bucky guy?” Ryan pressed, “was he giving you a hard time? ‘Cause if he was tell me and I’ll let him know,” Ryan crossed his arms, “you have to be more sure of yourself, Y/N, you can’t just blindly trust these slimy car mechanics, they’re trying to scam you.” he tossed his cigarette on the ground and stepped on it. 
“I know…” you said slowly. 
“I mean,” Ryan scoffed, “he’s gonna start asking you for gas money and then tell you your car’s got another thing wrong with it, keeping you in the cycle of just paying him all the time- do you want that?” he asked. 
“No,” you looked up and shook your head, “...I never really thought of it like that.” 
“Well you gotta figure it out,” Ryan said with one hand on the doorknob to get back inside, “I want you to be alright, if you need help with any of it let me know, alright?” 
“Sure,” you nodded but you were too focused on your cup. 
“Hey,” he leaned down and grasped your chin to make you look at him, “if this Bucky guy even IATLCS looks at your weirdly, you tell me about it, alright?” he waited for you to nod before dropping your chin and walking inside. 
As you sat and painted you couldn’t help but wonder what Bucky’s intentions were with you, he didn’t seem like the kind of man to scam you but you also didn’t know him that well. You took a long break from painting and zoned out as you looked into the street with all the cars passing by, you tried to replay all the interactions you’ve had with Bucky to see if there was anything to make you question him. 
He did lose his temper when he was around you but also gave you a blanket in that same interaction. He was really kind about dropping you off and explaining his name, it seems like he’d been doing it his entire life. It had nothing to do with his personality but he was cute, an older guy with a little grey in his stubble, you were never opposed to a few wrinkles; it made you more attracted to him. 
But Ryan looked out for you and was closer to your age, you couldn’t deny he cared about you. But he did grab your face without asking, he could be a little possessive at some points but he was just watching out for you. He was cute with his shaggy hair, you’d always want to play with it. But Bucky also had long hair, and Bucky was a little kinder. 
“Hey, Y/N,” Hero poked his head out of the door, “we’re heading out for lunch, wanna join?” 
“For sure,” you smiled and stood making sure all your cups were going to dry without falling over. “I don’t have a ride.” 
“Oh,” Hero squinted, “Ryan said you were going with him, he came out to smoke and ask you, did he not?” 
“No, he didn’t,” you laughed it off. 
Ryan was sitting on the hood of his car, spinning his keys around on one finger. “You ready?” he asked as he saw you walking towards him. 
“Yeah,” you said a little uneasily, “let's go,” you tried to put on a smile, getting a weird feeling in your stomach. 
When you got in the car Ryan paused for a moment, looking over at you with a smile, “you look good today,” he smiled as he reversed, putting his around your seat in your car and looking over his shoulder. You got a whiff of cigarettes and his cologne, making you cough. His entire car smelled like cigarettes. 
“Can-” you hacked into your elbow, “can we open a window?” you tried to subdued your coughing but nothing worked, the smell of smoke was eating away at you. 
“No,” Ryan shook his head, “I got my window tinted for a reason, you’ll get used to the smell.” 
“Jesus…” you whispered as you tried to stop your coughing, not wanting to be rude. 
As he drove you looked out the window, trying to imagine fresh air. Your knees were pulled together and aimed towards the door, making yourself appear closed off to him. He took the long way to the restaurant which only made your stomach turn worse, you were debating jumping out and getting a cab. 
“We’re here,” he sighed a put his car in park, but not unlocking it. 
“Can you-” you coughed again from needing to take a bigger breath to talk, “unlock?” you felt around on the door until you felt a latch, pulling it which made it unlock, “there we go,” you sighed and got out of the car quickly, taking a deep breath of clean air. 
Ryan walked ahead of you, when his back was turned you whipped out your phone. 
You: call me right now and make something up 
You: Y/N is now sharing location with Bucky
You: tell me my car is on fire you and have to pick me up
You: NOW
“Put that phone away,” Ryan tsked, reaching out the grab it from your hands but you had locked it in time, he tossed it back. 
As you sat at the table your stomach twisted, even more, you could barely stomach the food you had ordered. As you reached for your water your phone began to ring, almost spilling your drink you picked up the phone to see Bucky was calling. 
“Sorry,” you whispered and stood, “My car’s getting fixed.” everyone nodded as you left and walked outside. 
“What’s going on?” you could hear he was in his car, “I’m on my way.” 
“I’m just getting this weird feeling in my stomach, I’m with people from the theatre and this co-worker has always been kinda…” you looked over your shoulder to see if Ryan was looking at you, “overbearing but today he literally grabbed my chin to make me look at him, and he wouldn’t roll down his window and he chain-smokes like crazy when he’s driving, and I…” you took a deep breath which led to a cough, “I just need you to take me to the auto shop, I need to-” you heard the door open, “what do you mean the engine blew up?” you gasped, turning around to see Ryan standing behind you. 
Bucky didn’t say anything for a moment, “is he standing behind you?” 
“Yes,” you paused, “I’ve never done anything to my car myself, I don’t know how that could have happened.” 
“I’m here,” he said and you saw the convertible pull into the parking lot, the top was down so you saw his phone to his ear, and Bucky quickly hung up. 
“You’re leaving?” asked Ryan from behind. 
“Yeah, sorry,” you stepped back and walked over to Bucky’s car, you could see Bucky staring Ryan down, almost sussing him out. 
“That was the guy who grabbed you?” he asked, leaning over and pushing the door open. 
“Yeah, just my chin,” you shrugged as you sat in the passenger seat. 
“Still, he grabbed you,” Bucky said as he pulled out of the parking lot as fast as he could, “you should tell your boss or something, get the man fired.” 
“I can’t,” you said sadly, “he’s an up and coming actor, he’s got his own issues and he’s just looking out for me I guess.” 
Bucky shook his head, “he’s buttering you up, that’s what he’s doing.” 
“What does that mean?” you asked but Bucky just shook his head, “Bucky, what does that mean?”
“We don’t know each other well enough,” he said plainly, “I’d have to explain things that you don’t need to know and that will ruin everything.” 
“Does Steve know?” you asked sadly, looking at him when the light turned red. When he slowly nodded you asked, “what about Nat?” your voice was quiet and soft, but also sad that you were the only knew who didn’t know what was wrong; he nodded at your second question as well. “Oh…” was all you could muster. 
“Yeah…” was all he said back. 
“What if-”
“Are you hungry?” Bucky cut you off, “did you eat anything at the lunch place or did you leave before you were served because we can go get a burger if you’re really hungry,” he didn’t take a moment to breathe, “or we can just go to the shop and we can find some food there for you so-...are you hungry?” his hands were gripping the wheel, his eyes trained to the road. 
“I love burgers,” you smiled, he quickly looked over with bright eyes. 
“Yeah?” he asked, “you wanna get a burger?” 
“It would be an honour, Lord Bucky,” you put on a fake posh accent and slightly bowed your head. 
Bucky shook his head with a laugh, not wanting to find your little accent as funny as he did. The two of you drove in silence after that, you could tell whatever he was holding back from telling you was no longer on his mind. You were grateful for being able to lift the situation, at times you looked back and noticed that you asked way too many questions which led to people leaving; it’s what happened when you first met Bucky at Steve’s apartment. You asked about the girl on his lock screen and he left five minutes later, you’d be stupid to think there was no correlation. 
He turned into the parking lot and parked in front of a diner, it was quaint and not busy at all. “This place was my favourite growing up,” he smiled and got out of the car, you got out of the car to see he was waiting for you, “I never go here as much as I’d like to but I’ve been thinking about it all week,” he opened the door for you. 
“You need a reward after dealing with my piece of shit car,” you laughed and stood in the small entranceway, looking at Bucky who was looking around. “Everything alright?” 
“What- yeah,” he smiled, “find a spot, I’m going to go say hi to the manager because I know them pretty well.” 
“Cool,” you beamed and walked away, seeing Bucky head towards the back. 
There was seating along a bar but there was no alcohol, just some empty coffee cups and plates stacked near the sink behind the bar. There was also an older-looking cash register at the far end of the bar as well, the entire diner had an old feel to it. You picked a seat at one of the single booths along with the window, there were double booths further down but you didn’t want to take up space if a family came in. 
“I’m back,” Bucky swooped down and sat across from you, the waiter also walked forward. 
“Hello, I’m Peter,” the teenager waved, “I’ll be taking care of you guys this afternoon, can I get you some coffee?” 
“Of course,” you smile and accepted the menu that Peter passed to you, “do you need a menu?” you asked Bucky who slowly shook his head. 
“He gets the same thing,” Peter laughed. 
After Peter walked away you turned to Bucky who was flicking the edge of your menu that sat flat on the table. Your hand tucked under your chin as you looked around to see what you wanted, catching a few glances at Bucky in between. 
“I can’t pick,” you laughed and leaned back, “what should I get?” 
“You should get the regular with fries,” Bucky took the menu and flipped it to face him, “I feel like you’d really like the plain one, like me,” he added, “sounds good?” 
“It does,” you couldn’t help but feel the heat rushing to your cheeks as you looked at him, the way he looked at you made you feel like he was blocking out the rest of the world; his eyes could look deep within you. 
“Hey, Peter?” Bucky called out. 
“Talk to me, boss,” Peter yelled back. 
“Can you get a regular with fries for the lady?” Bucky smirked as he talked to Peter, but his eyes stayed with you. 
“You got it,” Peter said more quietly than Bucky because he was walked up with two cups of coffee. When Peter left you were back to looking at Bucky. 
“So how long have you been working at Auto Buddy?” you asked as you brought the mug up to gently blow cold air on. 
“I’ve worked as a mechanic for fifteen years but I’ve been working at Auto Buddy for ten,” he smiled, “apparently the crew is trying to throw some party when it’s my ten year anniversary for working for the company.” 
“That’s impressive,” your eyebrows shot up, “do you like that you stayed there for so long or are you itching to move around?” 
“I’ve very content with where I am actually,” he nodded, “I’ve been taking more time off for personal reasons so I’ve found a really good balance, sometimes you get in a slump where you’re only rotating tires or doing to standard check but then you get a car like yours and…” he blew out a lot of air, “and you’re all I can think about- your car, I mean.” 
You decided to not bring up the slip up from the way Bucky’s face turned red, “if you don’t mind me asking,” his body grew rigid, “what’s wrong with my car?” 
Bucky smiled before running his tongue on his bottom lip, “there was a piece of metal that was hanging down which caused the noise and the AC was easy to fix because I’ve done it before, but the issue is the age of the car, you have to be gentle or else you’re gonna push it way too far and break the entire thing.” Bucky took a sip of his coffee, “I like older cars way more than newer ones.” 
“You like the challenge?” 
“I mean yeah,” both of you laughed, “I’ve been doing this for fifteen years.” 
“Fifteen…” you muttered and rubbed the bottom of your chin, “did you go to college?” 
“Trade school,” he corrected, “and yes, for one year before dropping out and realizing I needed money and I had the skills.” 
“Did someone in your family fix cars as well?” 
“My mom actually,” he smiled, “she had this beautiful, ageless car that would always need repairs and I’d sit and watch until I was only enough to tinker with it.” 
Your mouth fell open, “what age did she let you poke around at her car?” 
“Well first she actually give me an old bike and said ‘if you can take this thing apart and then put it back together I’ll let you change tire’ and I did,” Bucky laughed, “and then she gave me an old lawn mover and said ‘if you can break this apart and put it back together then you can change the engine’ and I did that as well when I was around twelve.” he eye lit up when he heard you whisper ‘wow’ as you listened to him. “All throughout my teenage years I’d work on this car instead of doing homework, that’s all I’d do because I loved it.” 
“That’s amazing,” you shook your head, quickly sitting upright to let Peter serve the food, “I’m so hungry.” 
“Dig in,” he smiled and let you take the first bite watching to see if you’d like it. 
“Oh my god!” you said as you covered your mouth, “this is so good,” your body felt warm from the food entering your stomach. “One last question?” 
“Alright,” he leaned in. 
“Who’s your boss?” you asked as you dipped a couple of fries in the ketchup provided in a little dish. 
“Me actually,” Bucky smiled and nodded at your completely shocked expression. 
“Shut up!” you gasped. 
“Yeah, I was thirty and the guy who started the shop wanted to retire so he chose between me and Steve to pass down the ownership to, Steve was on the rocks about owning a business but I was all in and then it was passed down to me.” He tossed a few fries in his mouth. “So,” he said, “can I interrogate you now?” 
Your entire body froze, “shit,” you whispered, “I’m sorry, I always ask too many questions-” 
“No,” he shook his head, “I liked your questions, can I ask you some?” 
“Oh, yeah for sure,” you said as you took a big bite and closed your eyes to savour the taste. 
“You want to be an author right?” he asked and you nodded, “when did you get that spark?” 
“I was always a writer when I was little,” you smiled, “my dad gave me a typewriter but no ink or paper, I’d just smash the buttons all day and pretend I was writing the newspaper or something.” you took a sip of your coffee. 
“Cute,” he laughed, “you’ve gone back to school, correct, after getting an undergrad?” 
“Yep,” you smiled, “I got my Bachelor of Arts with a major in English and a minor in psychology and then I went back to school for creative writing, which is what I’m doing now.” you took another bite and also had some fries, “we need to come back here.” 
“We can whenever you’d like,” he smiled, “how long have you been living with Nat?” you let out a groan and Bucky caught on, “touchy subject?” 
“Not really but…” you rubbed your forehead, “I know she’s going to move out soon, she’s going to move in with Steve and then I’ll need to find a much smaller and much cheaper place because I’ll be on my own and it might be far away from Broadway and my school in the fall and it’s just…” you sighed again, “it’s a really big stressor for me, I got a promotion at the internship, I’m no longer an intern because one of my bosses had to leave so I’m going to start getting paid more but it won’t be enough.” 
“If you ever want to work at the Auto Buddy I’ll find some room,” Bucky shrugged as he took a bite of his burger. 
“I don’t know anything about cars.” 
“We’ve been thinking about getting someone at the front desk, we’re all in the garage we can’t hear the phones, I also lose most of my payments because the office is a mess.” 
“Honestly…” your finger danced around the rim, “I might need to compare the pay but I also can’t leave the show…everyone would be devastated.” 
 “I see,” Bucky sighed, “just keep me updated, alright?” 
“Of course,” you nodded, “and I can clean your office while you work because I’m not going back to the show today.” 
“Perfect,” Bucky smiled. 
The two of you ate the rest of your meal in close to complete silence, you told him a couple more times that you really wanted to come back here with him. Peter stopped by a couple more times to fill your glasses but you covered the cup after his second trip back, not wanting to be too jazzed on caffeine. 
When Peter came back with the bill you reached for your wallet in your bag, Bucky immediately reached over and grabbed your hand softly, could feel the callouses and roughness to his skin. You fought about who was going to pay, both having your reasons but it ended up that you managed to tap your card on the machine before Bucky could insert it; the tip was already added to the bill. 
After paying Bucky stood up and waited for you to throw on your bag, “hey, really quick,” you touched his arm before he walked past you. 
“What’s up?” he turned around with a smile, but seeing your face without a smile made him worry, “what’s wrong?” 
“Nothing just…” you looked around to make sure no one was around, “whatever it is that Steve and Nat know but not me,” his eyes fell to the floor, “the last thing I would want is you thinking I’m pressuring you into telling me, it’s not like that at all.” you gently moved your thumb on his forearm, “if you want to scream it from a building or take it to the grave, I don’t care; as long as I can see this Bucky that’s smiling and laughing, then I’m in no rush for you to pour out your soul to me, alright?” 
“Y-yeah,” he nodded, his eyes still looking at the floor, “that’s really nice of you, thank you,” he nodded and flashed a quick look to meet your gaze, you notice a tiny amount of extra liquid in his eyes. 
“Of course, Bucky.” 
The string tied to his lips pulled up a little more, making him smile a little wider, “I like when you say my name, Y/N.” 
You couldn't help but feel the warmth against your cheeks, “ditto.”
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starbxcks · 3 days ago
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The Name of the Game- Six
a/n: kinda struggling with writers block and hope it doesn’t show too much this chapter. sorry for the late upload! this chapter is very dialogue heavy so please don’t skip over anything! i hope you all like this chapter!
warnings: language, bucky being high off prescribed pain meds, idiots falling in love, angst(?)
likes, comments, and reblogs are greatly appreciated and highly encouraged!
You, Yelena, Sam, Shaun, and Steve were ushered back into the hospital’s waiting room as you wait for the doctor to clear Bucky to go home. His injuries were nothing serious, just a minor concussion and a sprained wrist. And a bruised ego, according to Sam, but that still didn’t ease your worries. You hated seeing your friends hurt and after Bucky's high as a kite tweet about you, you were itching to get your hands on a pencil and paper to let your anxiety out on.
Shaun nudges your foot with his own and you see him and Steve holding some scrap paper and colored pencils.
“Stole em from one of the kids activity rooms for you.” Shaun grins as he hands you the supplies.
“Borrowed.” Steve corrects him and you laugh.
You thank them both and they head back over to the corner they were in, sweet smiles and quiet laughter coming from the two.
You lay the scrap paper on your lap and pick one of the sharpest pencils you can find and begin sketching, not thinking too much about it. You just needed to keep your hands busy.
A few minutes pass by and you feel someone sit down next to you but are too focused to greet them.
“Is that Barnes?” you stop sketching and look at Sam with furrowed brows, then look down at your paper. Your heart stops as you realize what you’ve drawn.
In your defense it wasn’t just Bucky on the page, Sam and Shaun and the rest of the football team were in the sketch too, messily scrawled on the paper, but it was obvious to anyone who can see that Bucky was the main focal point of this piece.
“Damn. Bucky always told me how good you were but wow, Y/N. That’s amazing.” you grin at Sam’s compliment and were thankful he didn't tease you.
“Wait a minute,” you stare at Sam, “how the hell has Bucky seen my art? All of our pieces are hung up in the art building?”  
Sam’s mouth opens and closes like a fish, trying to come up with a response. As he’s about to speak a nurse comes into the waiting room.
“Your friend is just about ready to go! He’s still a bit loopy from the pain meds, but he should be fine by tomorrow.” Everyone sighs with relief at the nurse’s words.
“Are you his girlfriend, Miss?” she asks you and you frown in confusion.
“Uh, no?” you flush.
“Is your name Y/N by chance?” you nod hesitantly at the nurse, “James hasn't shut up about you all night. He’s been very insistent on seeing ‘his girl’ ever since he got here.”
You want the floor to open up and swallow you whole as Sam and Shaun erupt into loud cackles, the rest of your friends trying to control their laughter.
You toss your pencils and paper into Sam’s chest and stand, reluctantly following the nurse- Margaret, you remember her saying- back to Bucky’s room.
Once he knows you’re out of earshot Shaun speaks up, “Oh, man I am so winning this bet!!”
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"There's my girl! See, Peggy?! Isn't she just gorgeous!" Bucky slurs at the nurse as you both walk in his room.
You force yourself to ignore your heart beating in your ears and focus on helping Bucky into his wheelchair, avoiding the grabby hands he’s giving you.
He was cute.
You hated it.
"She's very beautiful, James." the nurse replies and you're truly tempted to just leave him there.
"So his discharge papers are signed, right? We're good to go?" you question, placing the bag with Bucky’s uniform in his lap.
The nurse nods and tells you his prescriptions are in the bag with his clothes. You thank her and start your trek to the hospital’s exit, your friends already waiting for you.
“Thanks for comin’ to the game tonight.” Bucky murmurs softly and you can’t help but smile.
“No problem, Buck. You were great tonight. Minus the whole getting trampled part.” he lets out a small laugh.
“M’sorry. Was too distracted tryin’ to find your face in the crowd. Wanted to see your smile. Did ya know you have a pretty smile?” you nearly trip over yourself at Bucky’s words, “Have a pretty everything.”
“You have no idea what you’re saying right now, Buck.” you laugh as he tries to argue with you.
You spot Sam and Yelena at the hospital doors and pick your speed back up. Before you reach their earshot you let your guard down just a little bit, knowing he won’t remember in the morning.
“For what it’s worth, Bucky, you have a pretty smile too.”
You and Bucky wear a giant grin as you walk through the automatic doors
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Bucky woke to a pounding in his head. He remembers enough of last night to put some pieces together. His team won the game, he was in the hospital- probably because of being trampled-, and he thinks he had McDonald’s on his way home from the hospital. He just isn’t sure how he made it home.
The sun blaring through his curtains makes him turn away from his window and that’s when he feels it.
There’s someone else in his bed.
If it weren’t for being in the hospital he would’ve assumed he brought someone home with him, but he knows that’s not the case.
He’s been too busy with you and the bet to even think of sleeping with anyone.
The thought of someone being in his bed, someone that isn’t you, makes him feel sick. Bucky slowly opens his eyes and braces himself for the worst but is instead met with a sight for sore eyes.
Bucky can’t help but smile at your sleeping frame. Your head is between his shoulder and neck, soft breaths tickling him, and your arm thrown lazily around his stomach. He knows how stupid it sounds, but he feels like he could look at you all day, mapping out every little detail of your face.
And he would if not for the alarming thought that popped into his head.
He’s supposed to be making you fall in love with him. For a bet. This is supposed to be nothing more than proving a point to Yel and Sam.
Why does he feel sick at the thought of sleeping with anyone else then?
Your rustling against him brings him back to reality. Bucky almost laughs as he watches your eyes widen comically at the sight of him.
“Oh shit.”
This time he laughs, “G’morning to you too darling.”
You brush a hand over your face in hopes of hiding your blush.
“M’sorry, I didn’t mean it like that. Must’ve passed out after I got you in bed.” Bucky raises a brow at that.
“You got me into bed huh?” he smirks, and you swat at his chest.
“You’re incredibly clingy when you’re on pain meds, Buck.” now it’s your turn to smirk as you watch Bucky look away with a pink tint on the tips of his ears.
“By the way, you may want to check your twitter. You made a pretty scandalous tweet last night.” you toss him his phone as you slide out of bed, ignoring the small feeling of domesticity in the pit of your stomach.
As you’re leaving his bedroom you hear him groan and you let out a laugh.
“Morning, Sleeping Beauty.” you jump as you see Sam and Yel sitting at the kitchen counter, shit-eating grins on both their faces.
“Don’t even start with me. You guys ditched me with him last night!” you whisper-yell.
“Doesn’t seem like you’re complaining about it though.” Yel comments, sipping her morning coffee and you want to wipe the self-satisfied smirk off her face.
“Looks like you slept well too.” Sam adds.
You flip them both off as you make your way to the front door, slipping on your shoes.
“Hey, where are you off too in such a rush? I haven’t seen you move this fast before noon since, well, ever actually.” you playfully glare at the blonde and attempt to seem nonchalant as you shrug your shoulders.
“I really have to get a start on my final piece. It’s not going to paint itself.”
Your friends seem satisfied with your excuse, so you quickly say your goodbyes and get the hell out of there.
You really did need to work on your final project, but the real reason you needed to get out of there so quickly was because you couldn’t be around Bucky any longer. He looked so peaceful and happy this morning and as you remind yourself of this stupid bet you remember that this isn't real. He’s using his charm to get you to fall for him and you’re supposed to be doing the same.
You just hope for your heart’s sake that it listens to your brain.
“High off pain meds or not, that tweet is still true darling!” Bucky freezes mid-step in the kitchen when he only sees his roommates.
“Where’s Y/N?”
“Did you just call her darling?” Bucky rolls his eyes and ignores Sam’s question.
“Where is Y/N?” he asks again.
“She had to leave, why do you ask?” Yelena raises a brow at her best friend and Bucky avoids her stare, knowing if he makes enough eye contact with her she’ll read his mind.
He really hates how she can read him like a damn book.
Bucky ignores the slight pang in his heart at the fact that you never said goodbye to him.
“No reason. Just wanted to see if she wanted to hang out today. You know. For the bet.”
"Just the bet?" Sam looks at his friend skeptically.
"Obviously! There's no other reason why I would wanna hang out with her."
Bucky’s not sure who he’s trying to convincing more, his friends or himself.
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pinkiebieberpie · 7 hours ago
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tour life with rockstar!boyfriend!bucky and you are making band's video diaries
bucky moodboards list
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masterninjacow · 3 hours ago
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blue jeans ; bucky barnes.
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based on blue jeans - lana del rey !!
pairing ; bucky barnes x shield agent!gn!reader
synopsis ; four instances you managed to chip away at bucky's icy heart before he realized he was in love with you.
words ; 3.6k
themes ; fluff, action, slight angst, s2l/f2l, shield agent au
warnings / includes ; sparring in the first scene, mild injuries, mentions of death, alludes to insomnia/difficulty sleeping, tony throws a party, hints at steve/natasha, one sexual innuendo, bucky experiences *gasp* emotions, bucky doesn't understand references bcs he's older than your grandparents
a/n ; for @fairydxll's 2k writing event :D
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blue jeans, white shirt walked into the room, you know you made my eyes burn it was like james dean, for sure you're so fresh to death and sick as ca-cancer
The first time you met Bucky, you were drenched in your own sweat, grunts of exertion falling from your lips as you ducked and rolled away from Natasha’s quick strikes. You were doing pretty well today, managing to evade her offensive strategies in your effort to get her to tire herself out. She was starting to get worn down, you could see it in the soft blue of her irises. The plan was working considerably until…
Well, until Bucky Barnes strode into the training room. Steve was by his side, wearing his Captain uniform, and you absentmindedly wondered if there was a mission you somehow managed to forget about.
Taking advantage of the distraction, Natasha jolted forward, landing a solid blow to your jaw, which made your head snap sharply to the side. She tackled you with a derisive huff, your body slamming firmly against the cushioned grounds of the sparring ring. Her knee hovered over you throat, and she tilted her head at you, a smirk curling at her mouth.
“Dead,” she said flippantly, before rolling off of you, clasping your hand to haul you back up. 
The ceiling came into view as you rolled your eyes, despite the grin forming across your exerted features. Gingerly, you rubbed your sore jaw with a dark chuckle, shooting her a playful scowl. “I had that coming.”
“Nat,” Steve called out from across the room. The two of you turned to face the pair of super soldiers. The blonde sent you an apologetic look. “Sorry for interrupting, but could I borrow you for a second? It’s about what happened in Chicago.”
What happened in Chicago?
You sent Natasha a curious glance, but she only shook her head, as if to say I’ll tell you later. 
She clapped your shoulder in good nature, before ducking underneath the sparring barriers, following Steve out the same way he came in. 
That left just you and Bucky. You suddenly felt awkward, fiddling with the bandages over your knuckles. You’ve never come face to face with the Winter Soldier before. The most you’ve heard were stories and rumors that spread like wildfire through the compound. Some were quite outlandish, but you couldn’t help but listen. The man kept to himself, usually confined to his quarters or out on long, long missions with Steve or Sam. He was a mystery, and you prided yourself on being a rather good detective.
What you did know about him, was the fact that he was accredited to over a hundred kills during his time with Hydra. One of the most notorious killers of all time.
And he waved at you. 
You had to blink twice before you realized that you had to respond in some way. Two fingers raised to your forehead as you awkwardly saluted him.
Jesus, he might’ve been from the forties, but really? Did you just salute him? 
Despite your inner turmoil, a slight grin flitted over his lips. 
Desperate to break the silence, you asked without thinking twice about it, “Do you… do you wanna spar?” If your muscles weren’t frozen in trepidation, you would’ve face palmed. You might’ve been a good fighter, but against the Bucky Barnes? You didn’t stand a chance. Sending him another furtive glance, it finally dawned on you that he was wearing jeans. “Oh, I mean, you don’t have to if you’re not dressed for it. I was—”
“Sure,” Bucky said, shrugging. “I’ve fought in worse.”
Damn it. 
He strode closer, swinging onto the sparring platform. 
Your heart was beating irregularly quickly, and you had to suck in a few deep breaths to steady your pulse. 
Bucky raised his hands tentatively, and the two of you began circling each other. This close, you could see the deep blue of his eyes, the shadow of a stubble gracing his sharp jaw, the haunted bags beneath his eyes. There were small things you noticed about his stance. Bucky favored his right side, which was quite ironic, considering he had a vibranium left arm. Though he had a heavier build, he was expertly bouncing on the balls of his feet, ready to strike forward at any given second. But he was slightly drawn back, and that was how you knew he had no plans of going on the offensive any time soon.
Narrowing your eyes, you darted forward, swinging a hit to his face. To your expectation, he easily blocked your blow, moving to the side swiftly. You were quick to follow the hit with a kick to the chest, which he let you land, and he staggered backwards a couple paces.
He was going easy on you.
With clenched teeth, you drew forward and struck his side, followed by a roundhouse punch to his shoulder. The impact made him falter, so you hooked your foot over the crook of his knee and yanked him back, which made him fall back with a grunt. 
There was a smile to his winded features. God damn it.
“You’re holding back on me,” you said, panting slightly, backing away from him. “Don’t think I didn’t notice.”
That pretty smile of his warbled subtly. “I’m sorry. Yeah. Yeah, you’re right. You wanna go again?”
“Nah,” you breathed out, clasping your hands together behind your head, stretching with a mild grimace. “I promised Tony I’d look over the mission debriefs. Think we could pick this up another time?”
Bucky pushed himself up from the ground, running his flesh hand through his close-cropped hair. Jesus Christ, could he just stop being attractive for one damned second? 
“Sure. I’ll look forward to it.”
You nodded once. “It’s a date,” you said stoutly, before ducking beneath the sparring ring’s barrier and striding out of the training room with a heart that slammed far too erratically against your ribcage—and you highly doubted it was because of physical exertion.
you were sorta punk rock, i grew up on hip hop but you fit me better than my favorite sweater, and i know that love is mean (oh oh) and love hurts (oh oh) but I still remember that day we met in december, oh baby
It was late, and you definitely should’ve been sleeping by now. 
But, alas, your eyes stayed open and your mind ran rampant with such horrid irrationalism that you tore the blankets away from you, clambered out of your bed in a rush, and strode out of your room as quietly as you possibly could. A quick glance to the clock hanging in the hallway told you that it was nearing three in the morning, and a heavy sigh fell from your lips. You shuffled towards the living room, curling into the corner of the plush sofa and turning on the television, placing it on the lowest volume so it wouldn’t awaken the others. 
The screen cast a dull blue glow onto you, playing some old Christmas movie you couldn’t recall the name of, and you placed your head against the armrest, eyes hooded with fatigue.
Much to your surprise, Bucky came out not too long after, rubbing his own eyes sleepily. His hair was disheveled, sleep shirt stretched taut over the muscles of his torso.
“Sorry, did I wake you?” you winced, propping yourself up on one arm.
He was quick to shake his head. “No, no, it wasn’t you. Why’re you up?”
“I could ask you the same thing,” you replied cautiously. 
The two of you stared at each other for a good minute before he shook his head with a hoarse chuckle, sitting himself down on the sofa, not too far away from you. Hesitance splayed over your features evidently, but you eased yourself back into the seat and turned your attention towards the television.
You fell asleep to the faint sound of Christmas music and the feeling of Bucky’s arms wrapping over you when your forehead accidentally landed onto his chest. Not that he minded much—he rather liked the way you fit perfectly into him.
The following morning, Tony was the first to stride out, pleasantly surprised to see the two of you sleeping on the couch peacefully, limbs entangled to no return. It was safe to say that he took enough pictures to blackmail the two of you for a lifetime. 
i will love you 'til the end of time i would wait a million years promise you'll remember that you're mine baby, can you see through the tears?
Tony’s parties were a grand spectacle you had the joy of being invited to every year. He claimed it was because he thought you were a fun drunk, but you had a sneaking suspicion that Tony was starting to see you more and more as a close friend—though you presumed he wouldn’t ever admit it.
This year, you appeared in a dark, red velvet suit, crisp white button-up visible just beneath the jacket. The party was already in full swing, music reverberating pleasantly through the room and people milling about with wide smiles and flutes of golden champagne.
You weaved your way through, stopping to greet Natasha and Steve with a flourish, clapping the burly super soldier on the shoulder and bumping your fist playfully against the ex-red room assassin. The both of them wore a deep hue of green today, unintentionally coordinating outfits—even though they were quite the oblivious pair to one another’s feelings, you thought they’d be quite the attractive couple, both in the physical and metaphorical sense.
As Natasha recounted some story of the time Tony messed up one of her missions, your gaze drifted over to the bar, where you saw Sam and Bucky bickering quietly—the former having a wide grin splayed over his lips and the latter wearing a glowering scowl, carding his vibranium arm through his close-cropped hair. The action led you to notice that he had a small red ribbon tied around the metal limb, and you could feel an amused grin tilt at the corner of your glossed lips.
The party drew on—you were whisked away by a handful of your colleagues to play catch up just around a dozen times. It would be quite the understatement to say you were enjoying yourself. Thor’s boisterous laughter seemed to rumble the very ground, Clint challenged you to a game of ‘I bet you can’t flick this olive into that guy’s drink’, and Maria mixed up your drinks for you with surprising ease, sending you a wink when you asked for your fifth sugary beverage in a row. Tony had joined you at one point, nearly black-out drunk, and you had to prop your arm beneath his forehead before he could face-plant against the counter.
A lot happened in such a short span of time, you found yourself bee-lining for the balcony when you gulped down your sixth glass, in need of some fresh air. Outside, the music dampened to a faint echo of its volume inside, and the quiet warped over you like a cold blanket. You sighed in mild relief, rubbing at your sore cheeks gingerly—you weren’t used to smiling this much in just one night.
When the balcony doors squeaked as they gave way for someone else, you looked over your shoulder, eyebrows quirking upwards upon seeing none other than James Buchanan Barnes.
“I’m surprised to see you,” you said quietly. “Didn’t think parties were your forte.”
The suit he wore was a rich shade of navy blue, bringing out the juxtaposing lightness of his irises. That stubble you liked far more than you’d admit brought out the sharpness of his features, giving him a rough edge you knew countered with his tentative and soft personality. You glanced down at the red ribbon tied around his metal bicep, grinning gently. 
“Sam forced me to come,” he replied dismissively, moving forward to stand next to you. Awkwardly, he cleared his throat—this close, you could see the subtle flush of rouge creep over his skin. “You look great. Really great.”
A warm sensation flooded your chest and your nose wrinkled as you looked towards him in muted delight. “You look good, too, Bucky. Blue really is your color.”
Bucky rather liked the way he could see the stars in your eyes. 
After a considerably lengthy period of ponderous silence, you quietly asked, “Why haven’t you been let out for any missions? You’re an Avenger like the rest of us.”
The fond smile that once graced his mouth melted away at an instant, replaced by the harsh framing of an uncomfortable slant. You immediately regretted asking the question, about to tell him that it was alright if he didn’t want to answer before he cut you to the chase and said, “You know why.”
Disappointment unfurled within your ribcage, like a roll of paper stretched taut. “Yeah. Yeah, I guess I do.” You weren’t quite sure what had come over you, so you wrapped your hand over the coldness of his vibranium wrist, clutching it tightly and watching him with keen eyes. “You don’t deserve any of this, for the record. I hope you know that, Bucky. You deserve the entire world and I hope people start to look past the actions of someone you were also a victim to.”
Bucky had so much he wanted to say, but the words were lodged in his throat. He found himself nodding to your words, allowing a meek smile to crack through his stony disposition. No more words needed to be said, and the two of you parted ways with the sort of comforting silence that could be shared with only people who’ve seen too much for a single lifetime.
love you more than those bitches before say you'll remember (oh baby) say you'll remember, oh baby ooh i will love you 'til the end of time
Rumors spread around the compound rather quickly. You had just come back from a rather rough mission, dropping your long-range firearms into the storage room when you heard two other agents gossiping feverishly in the corner. Knowing it was none of your business, you quickly put away your weapons and strode out, but you couldn’t help overhearing Bucky’s name being thrown out between the two. Curiosity getting the better of you, you pressed yourself against the wall and listened just enough for you to catch what they were discussing.
He went on a date. And not just any regular date. The first one in decades. 
Blinking in mild shock, you made your way to your quarters, yearning to wash off all the blood and dirt that rendered your skin sticky and uncomfortable.
It wasn’t until the late hours of the night you bumped into the super soldier in the kitchen. You were washing your dirty dishes from a couple hours ago when you made dinner for yourself, sighing in annoyance at the dried leftovers that clung to the ceramics. 
“What’s the point of living in a multimillion dollar compound if there’s no fancy tech to wash my dishes for me?” you hissed scathingly under your breath, using your shoulder to knock away a stray piece of hair that fell over your eyes. “Stupid broken dishwasher. Didn’t Tony say he’d get that looked at a week ago? Bet he completely forgot.”
Your grumbling was interrupted when you heard the fridge door open. Pivoting by the waist to see who it was, a string of colorful curses fell from your lips when soap suds dribbled from your arms and all over your shirt, iridescent bubbles now lining your pajamas. 
“Seems like you’re having a bad day,” Bucky said from the fridge, now moving towards the cupboards to grab a glass for the carton of orange juice in his hands. “Can’t say I’m better off, though.”
“Yeah?” you asked with an amused edge, quickly turning back around to rinse off your soapy hands and dishes. Ripping off a kitchen towel to dab at the soap on your shirt, you glanced back up at him. “Heard you had a date.”
Bucky shifted uncomfortably. It was only then that you realized that he was still wearing a crisp suit—no doubt he had just come back fresh from his night out. “It, uhm, didn’t go so well.”
“Sorry to hear that, Bucky.” Sensing that he’d rather be talking about literally anything else, you nodded once and swiftly changed the subject. “I was just about to start a new show. You’re welcome to join if you’d like.”
The tired glint to his eyes seemed to wane away as he shot you a grateful beam. “That sounds amazing, honestly. I could use the distraction.”
It was certainly a strange sight—a SHIELD agent in a poorly-dried soapy shirt sitting beside one of the most famous ex-assassins in the world, who just so happened to be wearing a fancy date suit. You turned on the TV wordlessly, lips only faintly twitching upwards when he settled into his seat further, flesh arm coming round over the back of the couch to land over your shoulders, tugging you into his side. 
“You are ridiculously wet right now,” he commented with all but a straight face, eyes flickering down to your still-damp shirt and hands, which made you snort unattractively.
“Gee, Bucky. Didn’t know we were at that stage yet.”
The super soldier appeared affronted for a moment at what you were implying before he quickly began backtracking, “I didn’t—I wasn’t—!”
“I know,” you chuckled, patting his knee consolingly. Then, you turned your attention back to the screen. “I hope you don’t mind animated shows.”
“You kidding me? I was a huge fan in the forties. Snow White was all the rage back then,” Bucky hummed, fingers flexing experimentally on your bicep. It took all you had in you not to preen with delight at how comfortable he was with physical touch with you, so you settled on tucking your knees up to your chest and shuffling even closer to him.
A brilliant smile spread over your features. “I love it when you talk about the forties. It’s like I’m looking through a window of your life before… before everything,” you said quietly before shifting about one last time to make yourself more comfortable.
The episode was brightly colorful, exuberant in both visuals and dialogue. He often found himself in awe at the wonderful animation and spectacular voice acting, enthralled whenever you made small comments on the plot—something he knew you were just doing to subtly check if he was enjoying himself as well. 
One gripe he did have, however, was the fact that there were far too many jokes and references that Bucky couldn’t really understand. At first, he didn’t want to ask you because you seemed to be enjoying yourself—but after the first few, you seemed to realize that he wasn’t catching on and from then you’d pause the show to quickly explain some of the obscure pop culture references. 
“Scooby Doo is a famous mystery show that was super big around the 80s and 90s,” you whispered over to him. “Just in case you didn’t know.” 
Bucky could feel his heart lurch in its steady pace. He wasn’t entirely used to someone considering his own enjoyment in general—much less for something as mundane as watching a show. You were just so… nice. So nice that it left a yearning sort of ache within Bucky’s chest that he couldn’t exactly place. 
“Thanks,” he hoarsely muttered and you only responded with a half-minded hum, hand somehow finding its way back to his knee.
God, you were going to be the death of him.
Eventually, the episode ended and the credits rolled by, the wind-chime music tinkling in the background as you stretched your limbs with a weak groan, followed by an audible yawn you hid behind a fist. You blinked away the sleepy tears and shot him a reluctant watery smile.
“I better call it a night. Got some meetings tomorrow I have to lead.” After a tentative pause, you tacked on, “It was really nice being with you tonight. I, uhm, I hope this took your mind off of things, even if it was temporary.”
The corner of his lips slanted upwards. “It was great, really. Do you think we could… do it again sometime?”
Oh, it was like you could feel your heart melting through the bones of your ribcage. “Yeah! Yeah, I’d love that!” you breathily said a little too quickly, and you cleared your throat in embarrassment. “I, uh—g’night, Bucky.”
Bucky couldn’t understand just how easy it was for you to suddenly lean over and press a chaste kiss to his cheek. Your lips brushed over his stubble, nose bumping softly against his cheekbone. He could smell you—lavender and dish soap infiltrating his senses. Nearly short circuiting, he remained as still as a statue, only forcing himself to lift a hand to stiffly wave goodbye when you promptly hauled yourself onto your feet, turned on the heel, and padded down the hall to your room. He watched you go with slightly parted lips accompanied by a longing stare. 
Hours later, now retired into the privacy of his room, moonlight spilling white through the windows and onto the cold floors, Bucky could still feel the burning imprint of your lips on his skin. He wasn’t able to sleep for the rest of the night, plagued by nightdreams of how your smile would feel molded against his.
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