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Dating Bucky Barnes Would Include...
AN: I can’t believe I haven’t done one of these for Bucky yet! Warning, this turned out to be more of a slow burn than I intended. Oops!
For the majority of his life, Bucky Barnes has fought.
When he wasn’t fighting, he was atoning for the sins that followed whatever battle he survived.
Post-Snap, Bucky threw himself into making amends.
Sometimes it would be doing small acts of kindness for strangers.
Other times it was moving across the hall from a man whose life you played a part in making terrible.
Balance was never his strong suit.
Dr. Raynor was little help in his atonement as she was less of a therapist and more of a well of one-liners about Bucky’s social life.
It was an easy mark though, as Bucky knew more ghosts than actual, living people.
Perhaps that was why Dr. Raynor’s teasing hit him so hard.
Perhaps that was why her comments on the topic lingered in his mind on the nights when his terrors were quiet.
“Do you have any friends? What about Sam? Have you heard from him?”
“You should try meeting someone, James.”
“Did you speak to anyone new over the weekend?”
Every time, Bucky would reply, “no, just Yori and the bartender.”
“The bartender nice?”
Every time, Bucky would shrug and say, “I dunno. I’ll find out next time.”
Then, ‘next time’ would come and Bucky wouldn’t find out.
It was like clockwork.
Until it wasn’t.
It’s during Bucky’s usual dinner and drink with Yori, when he least expects it.
Izzy’s is a dive, a well-too-hidden gem covered in dust kicked up by those who lived in the city, walked the streets, called it home.
That means that Izzy’s is typically empty, but if it is busy, it’s full of regulars.
Leah, the bartender Bucky didn’t know was nice, was the only employee anyone seemed to see.
So, when you shadowed her behind the bar, eyes wide and drinking how she made each concoction for Izzy’s patrons, you stuck out.
That was why Bucky watched you at first, listened as Leah taught you the ropes.
“Alright, so, show me how to make it.”
“Like you just did?”
“Yes, Y/N. Like I just did.”
Bucky smiled then.
He smiled at your clear nervousness, the sound of your voice, the first utterance of your name.
Yori was talking about something, reciting some story that he already told
and Bucky was half listening, his eyes flicking up from the counter top to you.
Once, you locked eyes with him.
You smiled and Bucky felt his own smile widen.
That was before he lost his nerve and quickly looked away.
He wanted to talk to you, but he got in his head about it; as he always did.
Plus, your training finished and you walked out of Izzy’s with only one last glance in his direction.
He must have imagined it.
That’s what he told himself.
It would be pointless anyway.
What was the likelihood that he would see you again?
Whenever he and Yori went to the bar, Leah was the tender.
You would have a different shift, so he would never see you again.
But then, he did.
You were behind the bar, worriedly getting people their drinks as Bucky and Yori walked through the door.
As soon as they sat down, your eyes met.
An awe-struck silence fell over the two of you.
Bucky isn’t one for believing in a higher power, not after all he’s seen and been through, but he wonders, at that moment, about fate.
You wonder the same as the shared stare continues.
Then Yori would break the spell and ask, “where’s Leah? Leah works on Wednesdays.”
“I’m covering for her for a few weeks.”
“You’re new,” Yori said before he glanced at Bucky with a glint of mischief in his eyes.
“I am,” you laughed and followed the, seemingly, older man’s eyes to Bucky. “And you two are regulars, right? That’s what Leah told me.”
“Yeah,” Bucky replied, putting on a nervous smile.
He cursed himself for being so out of practice.
He cursed himself for being so suddenly taken by you.
Luckily, Yori could care less about Bucky’s ability to flirt with people.
“You two should go on date.”
Immediately, you and Bucky looked at Yori, chuckling warily before you glanced back at each other.
“Yori, c’mon, that’s not,” Bucky shook his head.
“We don’t even know each other’s names.”
Well, Bucky did know yours, and that put you at a disadvantage.
He didn’t like that, didn’t like that you didn’t know him.
Before Yori could introduce Bucky to you himself, Bucky extended his right hand (his flesh hand) out to you.
Your eyes flicked from his fingers to his eyes before you smiled.
“Y/N,” you replied, taking his hand.
“There you go. Now date,” Yori proclaimed, “life is short.”
“Alright, easy now,” Bucky said when you dropped his hand. “I’m sure Y/N is a busy person, especially with this job.”
Bucky gestured around to the near-empty bar as he spoke and, much to his surprise, you laughed.
“Oh yes, so busy.”
Yori waved a dismissive hand and went on to ask for a drink and some food for himself.
Bucky watched quietly as you worked, pulling Yori’s favorite beer out and darting into the back kitchen to place his food order in.
You were a worried whirlwind of energy and, every so often, as you filed in and out of the adjoining kitchen, you met his eyes.
It took all Bucky had to focus on Yori and his complaining about the neighbors.
When you interrupted to give them the food they had ordered, Bucky was overwhelmed with relief.
He had an excuse to look at you then, to speak to you.
“Thank you,” was all he could muster, along with a shy smile.
The evening continued like that: a collection of small, stolen glances and the tension of Yori’s words between you.
Bucky got lost in his thoughts, questioned whether you felt it too.
Though, as always, Yori grounded him back to reality by the end of the night.
Tipsy and unsteady, the old man stood from his stool and grumbled something about heading to bed.
Bucky was helping Yori towards the door when he saw you again.
You were wiping down a newly emptied table near the exit and you lifted your head, eyes meeting his.
It took all Bucky had to explain, “I gotta get him back.”
“Okay,” you said, the faintest of frowns on your lips. “You two have a goodnight.”
“Yeah, you too.”
Bucky quickly guided Yori out the door before the man could press a possible date any further
That didn’t mean that Yori didn’t mention it on the walk home.
“You should have asked.”
“I’m not looking for...for that right now,” Bucky pressed, shaking his head.
Yori shook his head too, but he was chuckling, a lot.
With furrowed brows, Bucky watched him as he succumbed to an almost full-belly laugh.
“Oh, you’re a young man,” Yori managed through his chuckle, “you know nothing.”
Bucky huffed in amusement because he couldn’t deny that.
Despite being a century old, Bucky Barnes had not truly lived.
“You do not look for love,” Yori continued, “it finds you.”
The old man’s words struck Bucky in the chest
harder than any punch or shock or bullet ever had.
He barely had time to recover before Yori continued, but with his focus shifted to the noisy neighbors once again.
Bucky was glad for the distraction, though your smile lingered in the back of his mind as he helped Yori to his door.
“I’ve got it. I’ve got it.”
“I'm sure you do,” Bucky drawled disbelievingly.
“You don’t,” Yori returned, opening the door this his apartment.
Yori stopped at the entrance of his home and let out a long, heavy sigh.
“That Y/N. You didn’t make a date.”
“We’ve been over this. I didn’t but-“
“What a shame.”
“Yeah…a shame,” Bucky echoed, tension bleeding out from his body.
There’s a long pause where the two men sit in the quiet, each one waiting for the other to say something else.
Yet, they both thought better of it.
“Goodnight,” Yori said, patting Bucky’s shoulder.
Bucky held his breath at the touch, a flood of terrible, hazy memories flooding back and renewing his stress.
In a rush, Bucky replied, “Night, Yori.”
With a nod of acknowledgment, the old man disappeared within the dimness of his apartment.
Bucky took a trembling breath before he turned towards his own door.
His hand reached out to twist the knob, but the action stirred a feeling within him.
A memory of a few hours before Bucky’s hand extending out towards you as you smiled at him.
In turn, his hand falls back down to his side and he shakes his head as if to clear it.
Bucky turned and started back down towards the entrance of the apartment complex.
A walk would clear his head.
At least he hoped that it would.
Yet all Bucky got was rained on.
A storm rolled in, bringing small, isolated showers with it.
By the time he was nearby Izzy’s (one of the only places he knew how to get to), Bucky feared getting soaked.
So, he tucked beneath the oning that hung outside the door to the bar.
The thick, dark green fabric provided a little protection from the rain, and Bucky savored the fleeting feeling of safety it supplied.
It lasted only a minute or so before the door to Izzy’s swung open
and, of course, it had to be you that walked through.
“You’re back!” You quickly recollected yourself, shaking your head. “I mean, you’re back.”
“I’m back,” Bucky said, unable to keep himself from smiling at your presence.
You were smiling too, before confusion furrowed your brow and forced your lips into a frown.
“Everything alright? Yori okay?” You asked, concern dripping from your tone like the landed rain drops slipping off of the oning.
“Yeah, yeah. I just wanted to…”
When Bucky met your eyes, he realized he wanted you.
But he couldn’t say that.
He was out of practice when it came to flirting but that would be...creepy.
“I wanted to apologize for him. He doesn’t have a filter sometimes.”
You laugh and Bucky felt a heaviness, one he didn’t know he was carrying, lift.
A small quiet fell over the two of you, with Bucky just looking at you and you looking at him.
When you both realized that you were staring, you both chuckled and looked away.
Your eyes drifted towards the road, the rain that gathered in puddles in the pavement; and Bucky watched as you extended your hand.
With an open palm, you tested the frequency of the rain fall with a grace so akin to a fairytale that Bucky was winded.
“You don’t happen to have an umbrella with you, do you?”
Bucky heard your question, but he only managed to find himself and the words to reply when you turned your head to look at him again.
“You forgot it in your magic Mary Poppins bag?”
The way you smiled made Bucky think it was a joke, but he had missed the punchline, the reference.
When you saw that twinge of confusion in his smile, you frowned.
“You don’t know Mary Poppins?”
“And if I don’t?”
Your lips quirked up once more into a wide smile.
Bucky watched as you teeth sunk into your bottom lip, a thoughtful expression as your eyes flicked from him to the door of Izzy’s.
“If you wanna come inside to escape the rain, I could explain the reference.”
Then it was Bucky’s turn to put on a thoughtful expression; though, only for a moment because he almost immediately replied.
“Great,” you returned and Bucky opened the door and went inside Izzy’s for the second time that day.
Before you were both inside, you paused and met Bucky’s eyes again.
“This isn’t a date, is it?”
“Not unless you want it to be.”
You never responded to that half-assed offer of a date and
a strange sort of ritual started formed.
On the days you worked and Bucky and Yori went to eat, Bucky would drop off Yori and come back.
Bucky would feign ignorance, tell you that he spent time out of the States for work with family and missed a lot of American pop culture.
You would tell him all you knew, explain movies he missed, recommend TV shows, books, music anything you thought he would like.
“I’ve heard of One Direction.”
“They trend on that bird app every so often.”
“You have Twitter?”
“Not anymore. I never thought people posting text could be so loud….and annoying...and confusing.”
Nights were spent just talking, exchanging stories.
Though, of course, Bucky kept a majority of his tales close to his chest.
In the vaguest of terms, he mentioned Steve, harrowing winters, traveling in the army, and even partaking in a ‘clinical trial’ headed by Russian scientists.
He told you everything he could without giving himself away.
He didn’t want to be the ghost of the Winter Soldier, not anymore.
He just wanted to be Bucky Barnes to you, some guy you met at a bar because a sweet, but sour, old man told you both that you should date.
There were a few times that he slipped back into a more combat-ready state.
For instance, the night he almost told you everything, you didn’t greet him outside of the door to Izzy’s.
He missed your smile at first, then his mind wandered to every terrible possibility.
Quickly, he rushed inside the bar and scanned the establishment for you.
You were neither sat that the table you usually shared with him
nor anywhere in the seating section.
You were still behind the bar, wearing a twisted expression as a man leaned over the counter and far too close to you.
Your brow was furrowed in disgust, lips in a scowl, but your eyes were nervous, wary of the leaning man’s intentions.
That was enough for Bucky.
He stormed over and circled around the man so he could rest his left hand (his Vibranium hand) on the creep's shoulder.
“I don’t know if you’ve noticed but,” Bucky began, “you’re making the best bartender in the borough a little bit too uncomfortable.”
The man turned and glared at Bucky, but said nothing.
Bucky shook his head and added, “we can’t have that.”
With a squeeze of his hand, metal fingers crushed into the meat of the man’s shoulder and he yelped.
“Watch it,” he spat, trying to recover a facade of dignity after his somewhat embarrassing, high-pitched shout of pain.
The man shifted his angry eyes from Bucky to you and then back again before he turned around and darted out of Izzy’s.
“You’re the one that needs to watch it,” Bucky called after him.
After he was sure that the man was gone, probably high-tailing it down the block, Bucky looked to you.
There you were, your expression turning up into the smallest of smiles as you began to speak.
“Best bartender in the borough?” You pressed a hand to your chest, “I’m honored.”
“It’s the truth,” Bucky said, taking a seat on the barstool directly across from you.
“Does the hero want a drink?”
“I’m not a hero,” Bucky mumbled, shaking his head.
“You just exiled the bad guy,” you pointed out, gesturing towards the door.
“I’ve exiled good guys too. Sometimes worse.”
Your brow furrowed as you looked into Bucky’s eyes and asked, “but you don’t anymore?”
Bucky huffed, in his own disbelief, and shook his head.
“I try not to, yeah.”
“Well, if you’re trying then I’d call you a hero,” you said, your expression exuding a warmth Bucky hadn’t felt in years. “Tonight, I’d call you my hero.”
Right then and there, Bucky wanted to kiss you.
Instead, he choked out, “so, you’re working an extra shift tonight?”
“Leah’s running late. I’ll be off soon if you wanna hang out.”
Until Leah arrived, Bucky watched you work: pouring glasses of color drinks, popping open beer bottles, and shuttling food from the kitchen to the customer.
When you were free, Bucky could tell you were exhausted.
“Why don’t we skip tonight. You look beat.”
You gave him an unamused smile, “thanks, Bucky.”
“I didn’t mean it like that,” he explained in a rush, “just that-”
“I’m just giving you shit,” you said with a wave of your hand.
Bucky nodded quietly and you both started towards the door.
He held it open for you and, as you passed through, you caught sight of the night sky and men across the street, loitering in a nervous way.
Still in the doorway, you turned and looked up, into Bucky’s eyes.
“Walk me home?”
“Of course,” Bucky replied before he could really register what he was saying.
He didn’t mind it, obviously.
As you walked, you both talked about strange happenings.
Bucky even mentioned therapy, as he dropped the newest bit of wisdom Dr. Raynor had provided him with.
“So, she basically just told you to get a life?”
“Basically,” Bucky agreed.
“Therapy is great, it’s good you’re in it, but...she sounds awful!” You threw your arms in the air for emphasis and Bucky was awestruck by how the streetlamp light cast you, in that pose, under a yellow spotlight.
“She kinda is,” he murmured, unable to entirely refocus himself.
Before you could delve deeper into how awful Raynor was, you arrived at your front door.
“This is me,” you said through a groan.
“You don’t sound happy about that,” Bucky chuckled.
“I feel bad that our night was wasted.”
“Not wasted,” Bucky said softly, “we still hung out.”
At his words, your disappointment metamorphized.
Frown lines turned smile lines and eyes grew bright, hopeful.
“Yeah, you’re right.”
There was a pause then, with just the two of your staring at each other as the dark of night mingled with the sounds of the city.
In the distance, music played and the fast tempo coaxed Bucky’s heart to pick up the same fast beat.
“Well, I better-”
“Yeah, you better head to bed.”
You started up the steps but stopped when you were on the stair that put you exactly eye level with Bucky.
Bucky was about to ask what was the matter when you leaned in and pressed the lightest of kisses to his cheek.
It was so fast that Bucky swore he imagined it;
but when you pulled away, eyes still bright and bottom lip tucked between your teeth, thinking, analyzing his reaction, Bucky knew he hadn’t.
Bucky lingered, made sure you got inside alright, and then started back down the street, towards his apartment, a little extra pep in his step.
Your ritual of night talks continued, but there was no mention of the sweet kiss.
Not that Bucky minded; though he did find himself lingering on you more and for longer as you talked about everything and anything.
It continued like that for a while until Sam gave over the shield.
That spent Bucky into a spiral and not even you could pull him out.
He never missed a night talk but you could tell he was distant.
On the night he told you everything, you asked about his awayness.
“Are you okay? You’re quiet, but you’re normally not this quiet.”
“Yea, I-” Bucky stopped when he met your gaze.
He couldn’t lie to you. Not anymore.
“I’m not okay,” he admitted, “there’s...there’s something I have to tell you.”
“Alright,” you said, settling into your chair, “tell me.”
“It’s actually a lot of somethings.”
“I’m ready when you are.”
Bucky took a moment, thought of you the night you kissed his cheek, and began to tell you his story in all of its gritty detail.
There were points where you were silent (when he told you how old he really was), where you gasped (when he told you about falling off the train), where you smiled (when he recounted his friendship with Steve), where you almost cried (when he told you the truth of his ‘clinical trial’ with HYDRA).
When he showed his arm, you reached across the table and took his hand.
His breathing shuddered as you intertwined your flesh fingers with his metal ones.
“Can you feel my hand?”
“You said Vibranium is like a living metal, right? It can sense vibrations and absorb energy. Can you feel my hand?”
Bucky’s brows furrowed, “I’ve never tried that before.”
You studied him, your joined hands, quietly and Bucky took that opportunity to really focus.
He wasn’t entirely sure of all the capabilities Shuri incorporated into his new arm.
He knew the port the arm attached to was loosely connected to nerve endings to give him more control, but he didn’t know if that would allow him to feel.
So, he closed his eyes and really tried.
He wasn’t sure that he felt the warmth of your palm and the dull beating of your heart or if he just imagined it.
“I feel something,” he said, eyes opening to meet your gaze, “but I don’t know if it’s ‘cause I really want to or…”
He trailed off, lost in your eyes.
“It’s something,” you comforted and gave his metal hand a soft squeeze.
You held his hand as he continued to tell you everything.
He told you about the most recent happening, with Sam and the shield.
“Steve gave it to him.”
“He has a reason for doing what he did,” you said, giving his hand another squeeze.
“But that shield is…”
“It’s part of your friend, but it’s not everything he left behind.”
Something in your words stirred an old ache in Bucky’s chest, but he nodded.
“Yeah, but I think,” he sighed, “I think I have to talk to him. Figure out what he’s doing.”
“How long will talking to Sam take?”
“I don’t know.”
You nodded and pulled your hand from his as you said, “well, you owe me a night out when you get back.”
“I’m okay with that,” Bucky said, and he felt every ounce of dread he carried with him ebb.
Then Bucky goes off to find Sam, talk about the shield, they meet John Walker, the Flag Smashers, and….well, you know the rest.
And if you don’t, Bucky is sure to tell you all about it when he returns.
He’s a touch tanner than he was when you last saw him, and when he tells you about Sam’s home in Louisiana, he beams as much as the sun.
“Sounds like you really liked it there.”
“It was nice, nice to get away from the city,” he glanced around Izzy’s as he spoke, “but it’s better to be back here. Back with you.”
You smiled bashfully and Bucky himself felt his face grow warm.
“I’m glad you’re back,” you managed, shyness lacing your tone, making it feather-light.
There’s a soft pause, where the two of you meet each other's eyes then look away….before looking back again.
Bucky surprises himself when he breaks the silence.
“So, what do you want to do for that night out I owe you?”
“I don’t know,” you admitted, “I haven’t thought that far ahead.”
“As much as I missed this place, I don’t think we should go to Izzy’s.”
You laughed and Bucky almost sighed with relief.
He had missed the sound of your laughter.
“Yeah, you’re right. Somewhere different….I don’t know where.”
“How about I pick you up at your place tomorrow at five and you trust me to pick the place?”
“Alright, but do you remember the way to my place?”
“No,” Bucky said with a smile, “but if I walk you home again tonight, I’ll be able to remember it.”
You laughed again and sighed, “that was smooth, Barnes. Very smooth.”
After another hour or so of talking, Bucky walked you home.
“Are there any places, besides Izzy’s, that you don’t want to go to?”
“Umm, a funeral home, pet cemetery…”
“Okay, okay, I get it. No spooky places.”
You raised a hand and shook your head, “no, I’m cool with spooky, just not sad.”
“Spooky, not sad,” Bucky echoed. “Noted.”
By that point, you both reached your home and were lingering outside.
Passersby glanced at the two of you, probably eyeing your closeness.
You were so close that you could feel each other’s heat.
“So, out here, tomorrow at seven?” You asked.
“Yeah,” Bucky replied, “tomorrow at seven.”
He watched as you sunk your teeth into your bottom lip and let your eyes flicking across his face, thinking.
Later, down the line, you would tell Bucky, that you were debating whether to kiss him that night.
You ultimately decided against it and simply smiled at him.
“I’ll see you tomorrow then,” you said.
“See ya then.”
Bucky watched you go inside and started the long trek back to his apartment.
When he got there, it felt emptier, not quite as homey as the Wilson’s place or how Bucky felt when he was with you.
Though, he slept well that night.
During the day, he was nervous.
Not as nervous as he would have been prior to working alongside Sam, but still nervous.
He was in his head again, but until seven at night when he saw you walk down the steps.
You knew him, he had told you everything and you still wanted to waste time with him.
Bucky smiled at the thought, at you as you strode up to him.
“So, where are we headed?”
“To the park,” Bucky said in a breath, still trying to collect himself.
“The park,” you returned, your smile enduring.
As you walked towards the park nearby your home, your arms would brush against Bucky’s, a tickling reminder that you were alone together.
The park was lovely, framed by the sunset.
Children giggled, clinging to playgrounds and soaring in swings.
An elderly couple sat at a bench you and Bucky passed, all grey hair and joined hands.
Eventually, Bucky led you to a patch that was decorated like a haunted landscape.
Pumpkins, some carved some not, littered the grassy knoll
Plastic facades of ghosts, ghouls, and haunted houses stood proud, some nearly as tall as Bucky.
“Wow, you took the spooky thing to heart, huh?”
“Y-Yeah, you like it?”
You glanced around before you met his eyes and nodded.
“I love it.”
You and Bucky wandered through the maze of gourds and decorations, smiling, cracking jokes about Halloween costumes past.
“I didn’t get to do much so I was an army man most years.”
“Oddly fitting,” you teased.
“What about you?”
“There were a few DIY costumes over the years,” you admitted.
Bucky’s face immediately brightened and he chuckled. “Oh really?”
“Oh yes, and there’s photo evidence to support how terrible they could be,” you smiled and added, “I’ll show you sometime.”
You both watched as children darted between plastic ghosts, trying to scare each other.
Eventually, you and Bucky perched yourselves on an empty bench.
Your shoulders were almost pressed together, your warmth mingling and wrapping around you both, banishing the crisp evening chill.
“I haven’t been to the park in ages.”
“Really?” Bucky asked, happy that you broke the silence that claimed you both.
“I’ve been too busy, with work and just...life.”
“So I was right when I told Yori that you were too busy for a date.”
You chuckled and shook your head.
“Except for now,” you said, turning your head to meet his eyes.
Bucky couldn’t help the grin that spread along his lips.
You smiled back at him.
“This isn’t a date, is it?” Bucky asked, mimicking what you had asked the first time you spent the night talking to each other at Izzy’s.
“Not unless you want it to be,” you returned, the same thing he told you back then.
Bucky smiled and nudged his shoulder against yours.
“I want it to be.”
“I want it to be, too.”
There was another stretch of quiet, though easier than the one before.
You and Bucky stared at each other with all the softness in the world.
Bucky’s face was relaxed, more than relaxed than you had ever seen him; his lips wore a lazy smile and his blue eyes were glinting under the light of the setting sun.
That light further bathed him in a warm orange glow that made your stomach twist.
Bucky was drinking in the look of you too, outlined in the green of the park and beautiful.
“I also want to kiss you,” Bucky said, his voice tender, almost lost in the wind.
“Then kiss me.”
At your reply, Bucky leaned in and pressed his lips to yours in a fumbling rush.
You didn’t care though, so neither did he.
His hands reached to cup the sides of your face and held you with all the careful fervor he could muster.
Your hands gripped at the front of his dark red shirt, pulling him impossibly close.
While PDA might not be your favorite thing, you were so swept up by Bucky’s touch that you didn’t care.
Bucky, who loves PDA, already didn’t care.
When you pulled away (‘cause Bucky sure wasn’t going to be the first to do so), his lips were kiss-swollen and eyes half-lidded.
“Should’ve done it sooner,” he murmured when he met your gaze.
After that first date, you and Bucky retained your three times a weeknight talks
and a weekly outing on the weekends.
He would check you out while you worked, make sure that people like that creepy guy wouldn’t come around to bother you.
He would glare at anyone that even looked at you the wrong way.
“You’re staring,” you said, passing him a bottle of beer.
“Do you blame me?”
You gave him a warning glance, but there was a smile on your face.
When you ask why Yori doesn’t come around with him anymore, Bucky is honest with you.
“But that wasn’t you.”
“It was,” Bucky said, “my body still-”
“I don’t care what your body has done, I care about what you do. And you care about people, Bucky, you try to help wherever you can. You love. That’s you. The man that killed his son wasn’t you.”
Bucky wanted to kiss you, in the dingey corner of Izzy’s after your shift, but held back.
On the walk home, he held back;
but the second you were about to say goodbye, Bucky cupped your face and kissed you, hard.
The force behind his lips was strong, but his touch was so mild that you melted into him.
Your chests pressed together, heartbeats melded into one.
He walked you backwards until your back knocked against the fence.
You laughed as you nearly toppled entirely into Bucky and broke the kiss.
You threw your arms over his shoulders as he rested his forehead against yours.
“Sorry,” he murmured.
“No, don’t be sorry,” you leaned up and snuck another kiss.
Bucky pulled his forehead from yours and stared down at you.
His fingers, with rough pads, traced along your cheek to your jaw and tilted your face up with such a softness that the rush before felt like a hazy memory.
Just before your lips touched, you asked in a whisper, “come upstairs?”
“Yes,” Bucky said just before he pressed his mouth to yours.
The two of you were a stumbling, tangled mess getting to your room.
Needless to say, even when you reached your bedroom, you both were still a stumbling, tangled mess.
A softer mess, a more tender, pleasurable mess.
That night began another ritual.
Bucky would sleep over at your place a few times a week.
Eventually, you dedicated a drawer to him, his clothes.
Though, they weren’t always his clothes.
“Where’s my red- doll.”
“Are you wearing my shirt?”
“Maybe,” you teasing, pulling at the long sleeves of a shirt that was definitely Bucky’s.
You turned around to face him and he was, literally, shirtless, with his dog tags shining against his tanned chest.
“I’d like it back.”
“Come get it then.”
Spending the night together wasn’t always teasing.
Most of the time it was sharing movies, ordering takeout, talking, laughing.
Basically, you catching Bucky up on pop culture.
“Steve’s list mentions a Star Wars?”
“It’s a movie series. You wanna watch it?”
“How many movies are there?”
“Ten, I think, eleven maybe.”
“Ten! How many movies can someone make about the same characters?!”
“You’d be surprised.”
It’s after one these movies nights when it happens.
You’re switching off the screen, ready to head to bed when you turn around and see Bucky still sat on the couch.
His plaid pajama pants rode up a little, disturbing the hem of his tight grey shirt.
It’s then you see the steady rise and fall of his chest grow a touch more rapid.
“I love you.”
His voice is low, gravelly but soft when he says it.
You thought you misheard him at first and Bucky feared that he said it far too soon.
When your pause extended, Bucky moved to sit up, to backtrack.
But then, finally your face broke into a grin.
“I love you too.”
“Come ‘ere then,” he said, arms extended and reaching out to you.
You walked towards him, felt his warm hand and cold hand grab your hips and pull you down into his lap.
“I love you,” he said again, leaning up for a kiss.
“I love you,” you echoed, meeting him in the middle.
Leah makes jokes about how icky the honeymoon phase is.
You agree, but you explain that you’ve never felt this way before
and Bucky was first to admit that his encounters with love were limited.
So, you both hold on to each other; become one another’s safe space.
Once, Bucky mentioned a vacation.
“Louisiana. You could meet Sam, go out on the boat, get out of the city.”
“I’d like that.”
When you do go eventually, you love it.
The Wilsons welcomed you with open arms.
“So you’re Y/N,” Sam greeted, “Buck won’t stop talkin’ about you.”
“That’s saying a lot, because he hardly talks,” you said teasingly, squeezing Bucky’s hand.
Sam laughed, “oh, I like you.”
You and Bucky spend days on the docks, the beach, on the boat.
One night, you were on the dock, watching the sunset.
When you turned, Bucky was taking a swig of his beer, basking in the sun.
“This place looks good on you.”
Bucky turned and beamed at you, “really?”
“Yeah,” you replied, reaching a hand out to brush through his hair.
“It’s nice seeing you of the city, not busy. Relaxation looks good on you.”
You leaned in, as if to kiss him, but lingered just out of reach of his lips to say, “maybe we should stay a little longer.”
“I wouldn’t mind that.”
“I’ll call Leah,” you said, starting to move away.
Bucky pulled you back, your chin pinched between his forefinger and thumb.
“Tomorrow,” he murmured, “right now, you’re mine.”
You were his, just as he was yours, for the next few days.
Sadly, after another week in Louisiana, Bucky mentioned how Sam needs him back in action.
“So, he’s stealing my boyfriend?”
“More like borrowing me.”
“When do you leave?”
“After we get back to the city,” he replied, walking towards where you sat on the edge of the bed.
You tucked your bottom lip between your teeth and Bucky smiled.
He kneeled down before you, between your legs, and reached up to pull your lip free.
“What are you thinkin’ about, doll?”
“I’m thinkin’ we just shouldn’t go back.”
Bucky head fell to the side, strength almost crippled by the sadness of your voice, and leaned up towards you.
He didn’t have to say anything.
He poured his agreement, that shared wish, into the kiss you shared.
Not the last kiss.
No, that would come far later.
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Somewhere Only We Know Part 1
It wasn’t your choice, working for Hydra. You hadn’t even known a group like Hydra existed until you were ripped from your job as a first-year nurse at a small hospital tucked within the confines of overshadowing hills.
You were taken, ripped from your job during the last hour of your shift, taken without reason or knowledge of who had taken you.
You were kept sedated, heavily drugged and delirious. You were taken and transported, exchanged from one set of hands to another, until you woke up in a small room with only a bed, a small toilet, a single shower and a dresser. There were no other possessions, no other indicators of where you were, where you could be.
“Hydra has a purpose for you.” A voice came from two prominent round speakers that were built flush into your wall. “If you fulfill your purpose, you will be kept alive.”
Your purpose was to be a part of the medical unit for this secret organization that swayed the world in whichever way they wanted it. They had the means to make people vanish entirely, to ruin countless lives without leaving a trace of evidence.
“6 months,” you were going to be part of a trial, some test that Hydra wanted to put you through, “and you’re moving on.”
“Moving on?” You stood before a solid metal door; the only slot in the door was for a food tray to be slid underneath. “Moving on to what?”
The sound of a loud buzz came from the background, reminding you that you were in prison. You were constantly reminded that underneath the walls of this place, it was a prison.
It was a prison, and it was hell all wrapped into one.
“Go in.” The door opened, and you were tossed a bag of medical supplies. “Fix him.”
You had to go in or be killed
“For what it’s worth, we hope he doesn’t cause too much damage. The last three were beyond repair.” The guards laughed under their breath while you slowly inched forward.
You took each step slowly as you approached the metal door that was open for you. The silence was eerie, bringing a rise to goosebumps on your flesh.
Someone was in there, but you didn’t know who. You didn’t know who would be waiting for you on the other side. You knew someone was and that he was dangerous.
“Get in before I push you in.” The guards behind you ordered you to move faster, to go further.
You had forced your lead feet forward, your body and brain disconnecting in each other’s desires. Your brain was telling you to run, warning you of the shadow lurking within the shadows. Your brain was firing off signals to your body to turn tail and run, to dive for the nearest corner and hide until the phantom was gone, until the threat had fled from the littlest glimmer of light this hole could offer.
But your body wasn’t responding to the brain’s signals. Your body was moving on its own accord, your feet gliding against the cold cement floor, your fingers keeping a tight hold on the medicine bag they’d given you to fix the Soldier in the cell.
“Close the door!” The guards had called for you to be sealed in this cold tomb, sealed away with the monster who would undoubtedly consume you and spit your bones from its mouth like the empty shells of sunflower seeds.
You felt his eyes on you, yet you couldn’t bear yourself to look at him. You felt the heavy weight of his gaze, the shivers that ran down your spine and the flashing warning signs in your brain telling you to hurry, even if the door had already been sealed shut.
You felt him. You felt him watching your every move.
“Do your job.” The thick accent came through the speakers, and with the threat of dying at their hands hanging over your head, you finally looked at him.
You raised your head and felt the medical bag nearly falling from your grip. You had only heard whispers of Hydra’s most significant asset but had never come across him. Never like this and never so close. But seeing him sitting on one of two chairs in the cold and impersonal room, you were made almost instantly aware of the reputation he had rightfully earned himself.
He was sitting there, with his arms crossed over his chest and his thick, long hair falling into his face. His pale blue eyes were on you, but it’s almost as if his gaze was unfocused. As if he was staring at you from behind a transparent barrier that obscured himself.
He was large and imposing, with shoulders as broad and robust as his biceps. He was a mountain of a man with strength sewn into every nerve and fibre, into every square inch of him. He was a man who could instil fear and dread into the hearts of all who had looked upon him because it wasn’t just the reputation that was frightening.
It was the look of a man whose stare was so blank and lifeless; you wondered if he had any comprehensive thoughts at all.
“You’re bleeding.” You noticed his wounds, one on his flesh arm just above the elbow, and a covered wound that was seeping blood near his stomach. “I need to look at you.”
He didn’t move. He was stoic even as you inched closer to him, gripping your medical bag as if it would save you from the deadly assassin. You had no protection; no one was coming for you if you needed help.
It was you and him, and if he flipped the switch between stoicism and deadly aggression, you wouldn’t be making it out alive. You would be broken, and bruises, sent to be killed like the others were.
“My name is Y/N. I’m a nurse. I was…sent here to take care of you. You’re bleeding. Can you…can you let me look at you? Please? I won’t hurt you.” You we’re only a few feet away from him.
You were so close you could make out the darker flecks of blue in his pale irises. You were so close you could make out the dusting of facial hair, the scruffiness that enhanced his animalistic and predatory appearance.
“Please? Can I-“
He extended his arm without saying anything, unfolding it as he watched you move. He was studying your every motion, your every action to the wire. He was watching you set your bag down and reached inside the material for antiseptic. He was watching you go for bandages and medical tape, all while remaining as stoic as he had been before he stretched out his arm.
“This will sting, I’m sorry. I don’t want to hurt you.” You ripped open a foil pack and pulled out the antiseptic wipe from inside, and began dabbing at the wound on his arm, occasionally glancing at him. “Am…am I hurting you? Are you okay?”
He said nothing but kept still. When he didn’t rebuff you or punish you in any manner after you wiped his wound with the wipe, you continued your process on his injury. You had set the wipe down and opened the bandage, peeling the small waxy-like paper that kept the sticky pieces of the bandage from being tainted.
You pressed the bandage on the wound and pushed two of your fingers against the sticky side, rubbing it along the beige fabric until it was stuck enough not to come off. As you had done the same on the other side of the bandage, you felt him shifting, and immediately, you looked at him, your eyes locking.
“If I’m hurting you-“ you stilled and froze when he reached out with his metal hand and brushed his great, metal thumb against your cut on your forehead.
You licked your bottom lip and sighed short. “I wasn’t careful. I hit my head on a metal cupboard. I was rushing-“
He withdrew his hand and set it back in his lap. You dropped your gaze and finished applying the medical tape around the bandage for extra measure, and then you sat back on your heels, debating whether to run from him toward the cell door and hope they listened or pushed on.
“Your stomach,” you point to the position of the wound on your body, “I need to examine it. I need to clean it.”
He leaned back against the chair and yanked up the black shirt he was wearing. He exposed the gash on his stomach and remained stoic when you removed another antiseptic from the package and dabbed at the wound.
“I’m sorry,” you apologized again, even if he hadn’t responded to anything you said, “I’m sorry if it hurts. I do not mean to hurt you.”
The process was the same, but you were temporarily distracted by the hard planes of his stomach that were visible to you when he moved his shirt up. You were shamelessly taking a moment to look at his exposed abdomen because if you died after this, you’d at least go out seeing something beautiful.
“I wasn’t supposed to be here. I was taken when I was working. They took me in the last hour of my shift. They…they took me from everyone I knew because…well, I don’t know why. But they did.” You replaced the antiseptic in your hands with a bandage.
“I’m almost done.” You promised him as you moved, as you worked, unaware of the scientists watching the two of you.
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we deserved better ⤿ prologue
pairings: stucky x reader, steve x reader x bucky
chapter warning: hospital, angst, anxiety
a/n: hello! welcome to the start of a stucky x reader story! like every normal person before i go to bed i fantasize about random characters ( as you do. ) and for a while i have always had this specific one. and so after much thought i have decided to write it out into a story! i haven't written a full length story in quite a long time so it might be rather rough and that i am sorry. a few things though before i start this, i tried and make it as accurate to the movies as it can be to fit my story, obviously some things are changed. i also tried to make it as historically accurate as well but again, to fit into this story it probably might not be as correct. before each chapter there will be a warning for it on what to prepare for it. please let me know if you enjoy this and if you would like to see more!
Cold, numb, heavy.. that’s how you felt. The sounds of beeping slowly became louder and louder, then the sound of voices in the back. The voices sounded muffled, far away- perhaps in a room over. Your chest started to fall up and down rapidly, strength starting to make its self ever so present in your body as you felt your hands start to shake.
Were they shaking because you were so cold? Who knows. With much effort you managed to open your eyes. It was a slow and hard process, who knew opening your eyes could be so difficult? Once opened it took a moment for you to adjust to the bright lights in the room, it was a mixture of fluorescent and natural you noticed.
Why does everything look so odd? That was the next thing you noticed, managing to move your head from side to side as you looked around as much as you could, heart rate picking up which then alerted the people in your room. Where is this place? You wanted to say it was a hospital, but this isn’t what hospitals look like. Every thing seemed so sleek and modern, but, a strange modern. The only way you could describe what it looked like was as if the stark expo you went to in 43’ threw up in this room, but extra? Did that make sense? Probably not, gosh, how long were you sleeping for? Last thing you remember was… what do you remember last?
During your intense inner battle you zoned out, staring at the ceiling with furrowed brows. “She’s awake!” Was what snapped you out of it, blinking rapidly before your gaze turned to a Doctor, she stood to your left, checking your vitals before another Doctor soon walked to your right, he smiled softly at you. “Glad to see you awake, miss.” He started, inhaling deeply before continuing. “My name is Doctor Bruce Banner,” soon he pointed to the lady next to you, “That is Doctor Helen Cho.”
You then heard shuffling at the end of your bed, looking towards the noise and seeing a tall male with an eye patch staring at you, his arms crossed over his chest- it was like he was studying you. It caused a chill to run down your spine and your heart rate to spike, the beeping getting faster as you looked at the two doctors once again before settling your gaze back on Dr. Bruce. You blinked a few more times, trying to figure something out, you went to move to sit up but you soon realized you were strapped down by your arms and legs, panic starting to bubble up. Almost like a flash you started to remember the last thing. A strange big tube? No, a chamber. A struggle, much of a struggle, then cold.
“Please-“ You managed to gasp out, tugging at the restraints with wide eyes, these people seemed different from the others, but you can’t trust anyone when they have you tied to a bed in a hospital- and a strange looking one at that. A gentle hand was soon placed on your left shoulder, causing you to snap your eyes to the source. Helen? You think was her name had a soft smile on her face, “Its okay- just calm down, nothing is going to hurt you.” Her voice was gentle with you, but it soothed you- and you didn’t think it would. Swallowing nervously you nodded a few moments later, regretting doing that because it felt as if you swallowed sand and your throat felt like it was torn with glass.
After you nodded your full name was said from the man at the foot of your bed, snapping your head to stare at him. “My name is director Nick Fury, but you can call me Nick.” His voice was booming, not loud, but assertive, he was obviously the one in charge. As if the title director didn’t make it ever so known. He uncrossed his arms after he stated his name, mumbling to the two doctors to undo your restraints.
With a sound of four clicks you were free from the shackles, slowly and weakly you shifted to a sitting position, keeping your eyes wearily on the three people in the room.
Once you were seated, Nick pulled a chair up to your bed and sat in it- you cringed at the sound of the metal on tile. You noticed an odd feeling, the feeling of being watched. Now yes, there were three people in the room staring at you and watching your every move. But it felt like there was more, you turned and looked around the room again, eyes stopping at a door, who knew where that led to. To the left of the door was a mirror, it was an odd placement for a mirror.. was it really a mirror? Why did you feel like when you looked at the mirror you weren’t looking at yourself but through it? After looking at the mirror you had to look away, not wanting to stare at yourself for any longer. You looked like a mess.
You didn’t know what lied behind that door, behind those walls. Looking back around the room you finally looked at Nick once more, his gaze was strong and felt heavy, causing you to want to look down at your hands, nervously picking the skin to the sides of your nails. “You went missing in 1946, you were presumed dead in 47’.” Nick started to speak once more, his words shocked you. “Its been a year?” You finally spoke, shocked, a year? It didn’t feel like a year, it felt like a few months and some days. “No.” He spoke with a deep inhale. “Its been 74 years.” And just like that, everything changed.
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What Has Been, What Can Never Be Masterlist (coming soon)
Summary: Steve Rogers had returned to the past, hoping to move on from the chaos of the future. Leaving the woman that had loved him as someone more than just the persona of Captain America and his best friend that has always been with him until the end of the line.
But as he had come to settle in this new life back in his own time, regret was somehow coming to follow. When he decides to return to the present, things have changed and you, the woman that had always promised to be there for him was now happy with his best friend as the two of you moved on with your lives without Steve Rogers in it.
Characters: Bucky Barnes x Witch!Reader; Ex!Steve Rogers x Witch!Reader; Steve Rogers x Peggy Carter. Sam Wilson. Helmut Zemo. Sharon Carter.
Series Warnings: Post-Endgame. Post-TFAWS. Angst. Smut. No Closure to a Breakup. Profanities. Talks about Death, PTSD, Anxiety, Alcohol Consumption. Other specific warning to be added per chapters.
A/N: Shout out to @secretsthathauntus for giving me this idea. Hope to be able to make justice to this one. Thank you so much~
For The Ones That We Lost
For The Ones That We Gained
For The Ones That Has Regrets
For The Ones That Never Recovered
For The Ones That Finally Moved On
For The Ones That We Cherish
For The Ones That Come to Realize
For The Ones That Never Lives
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A Kiss Is The Key To The Door Of Love
Requested by @weirdowithnobeardo
Summary: Reader and Bucky have worked together for 3 years, but could never get along be because of their stubbornness. Can they become friends? Or even more?
Pairing: Bodyguard!Bucky x Bodyguard!Reader
Warnings: Language, fluff, angst, death, mentions of stalking, mention of death threats, mention of threats, violence, (tell me if I missed anything)
Word Count: 2.8K
Bucky and Y/N were the two best bodyguards of S.H.I.E.L.D. No one could do it like they do. That was why Director Nicholas J. Furt assigned them together. The only downside is that they both hate each other. They can never get along because of their stubbornness. No one knows why or how their hatred for each other had started.
They were now in charge of protecting Tony Stark. The richest man in the world. Of course he didn’t get there without making a few enemies along the way. One of them had recently been sending Stark death threats. He didn’t take it seriously at first but when an attempt on his life had happened a few weeks ago, his wife, Pepper Potts, had decided to hire the best bodyguards from the best agency in the world.
They were currently standing in his office. Y/N next to the door and Bucky near the floor to ceiling windows. “So do you guys ever … you know … smile?”
Barnes and Y/N just looked at him. Tony felt their gaze on him but kept his smirk plastered on his face, “did your mothers ever tell you that your faces will get stuck like that?” They jet their gaze on him.
“Wow. They really did send me the most boring bodyguards they had.”
Bucky rolled his eyes and looked back outside, scanning the buildings for anyone suspicious. Y/N just told Tony, “Mr. Stark, with all due respect, we are not here to indulge you in your jokes. We are not your friends or your pals. We are your bodyguards. We are here to protect you. People have been making threats against your life and you came to S.H.I.E.L.D. looking for people to protect you. Which is what we are doing right now. So if you would be so kind as to shut your trap, making my partner and I can finish our work with you not in a body bag.”
She gave him a tight smile before returning her face to the stoic look she had in earlier. She hadn’t notice Bucky’s smirk that appeared when she was telling off their client.
As Tony went back to work, a chime went off from his computer. He changed the tab and what he saw sent horrors through his body. Bucky noticed his pale face and how tense his body looked. He walked over to the compter and there was a picture that was taken a few seconds ago of him in his office with his bodyguards. There was also a note.
They won’t protect you from me. You’re mine, Stark.
Bucky took hold of the small mic on his jacket and talked in it, “Steve, we’ve got a code red. We’re evacuating the building immediately.”
Y/N then took Stark off his chair as he was paralyzed with fear of the threat. He never took them seriously until now. They exited the building with the employees’ eyes fixed on their boss. They got him in the car and drove off.
They were okay for a while but Y/N noticed that a few cars had been tailing them for the past few minutes and it couldn’t be that they were going to the same place or that they were using this road to go to another one. They were chasing Tony Stark.
“Barnes, we’ve got SUVs tailing us. Tell Nat to pull up a satellite map on the screen to see how many are there. I can only see two but I’m sure there are more.” Bucky scoffed, “I am currently driving, trying to get my client to safety. Why don’t you do it?”
“Because I’m doing this.” Y/N got out of the window and started shooting at the windshield of the SUVs, hoping they were bulletproof.
They weren’t. But nonetheless, she tried to get them off their tale.
“Ok Barnes, you’ve got to do a sharp right at the next intersection.” Natasha advised. Y/N didn’t know about that so she almost went out the window.
“HEY!! BE CAREFUL YOU LITTLE SHIT!!”
“Sorry for trying to get my client to safety!!!”
Y/N just rolled her eyes and kept shooting.
After a few turns and shootings, Y/N finally shot their tires and they were able to get away and to the S.H.I.E.L.D HQ. Thank god there were no extra SUVs, Y/N thought.
Tony was taken to the med bay for a check up to see if anything happened to him on his exciting ride over to HQ, while Bucky and Y/N were in Director Fury’s office, “how the hell did we not notice them?!” Fury asked angrily.
“We had cameras all over the building and the neighbouring buildings! How did they take that picture and chase him.”
“I’m sorry sir. I was monitoring the windows and buildings from Stark’s office. I should’ve noticed that something wasn’t right. I apologize sir. I got distracted by something.” Bucky said. “Well you better get your head in the game, Barnes. Because you are not fucking up this operation. In our line of work, there is no room for mistakes!”
Bucky only nodded, knowing he was right. He got distracted from Y/N telling off their client. He wanted to be more than friends with her. We’ll he wouldn’t call them friends. They barely have gotten through an exchange of words without most, or more likely, all of them being curse words and insults towards each other.
Fury waved his hand to dismiss them. They both went their separate ways, Bucky going to join Steve and Sam in Steve’s office while Y/N went to Natasha’s office to meet up with her and Wanda.
“Seems to me that you like her”, Sam told Bucky. Bucky was lying on the couch with his arm over his eyes while his other hung over the side of the couch. Sam let out a breath after he didn’t get an answer. He looked to Steve then Steve said, “let me ask you this, Buck. Why do you fight? Why do you hate each other so much?”
Bucky removed his arm from over his eyes, let out a breath and said, “I don’t know. I guess when she started she was getting high profile cases and I was jealous. I don’t know man.” Bucky sat up and continued, “all I know is that since she started, she has always been a pain in my ass. Thinking she knows everything.”
“Ok you can’t say you don’t know then explain why.” Sam said. “Just tell her you want to put all this behind you and start over as friends.”
“Wow. You and Barnes can never get along can you?” Natasha joked. “I think she likes him.” Wanda said. Y/N got up from her position on the big chair behind Natasha’s desk and walked to the water cooler, “that is not a possibility. We argue every time we see each other, we send each other death glares. How can I possibly like him?”
“It’s possible.” Wanda replied. “In our case it isn’t. Trust me, I have no feelings for James Buchanan Barnes.” Natasha sighed as Y/N left the room. “Do you believe her?” Wanda asked. “Not one bit.”
The next day was going to Bucky and Y/N escorting Tony Stark to a safe house since him being at S.H.I.E.L.D HQ not only put him in danger but also the other agents and staff. Bucky and Y/N were now in the car with Tony in the backseat. Silent filled the vehicle as both didn’t know what to say to each other because of their conversation the previous day with their friends. The silence continued until they arrived at the safe house.
After Tony got settled in, they were back on the road with the same silence filling the car once again. Bucky decided to break it, “so I was thinking—“ He said before Y/N interrupted him with a small laugh, “well that’s a first.” She looked at him and saw he wasn’t amused so she apologized, “sorry.”
Bucky cleared his throat, and continued, “as I was saying, I think we should stop this pettiness between us. It’s getting out of hand. All this hate is for children and…,” he paused for a second before adding, “…I’d like us to be friends.”
Y/N smiled at him and replied, “I’d like us to be friends, too.” The whole car ride was filled with jokes and laughter, like they haven’t been fighting with each other since they meet.
Sam was in the lobby trying to enjoy a donut which he dropped when he saw the scene in front of him. They walked into HQ, laughing, Y/N and Bucky’s arms hooked together like they were a couple. He didn’t know how long he was standing there with his donut in the floor and his mouth open but he knew it must’ve been long because his jaw had started to hurt.
He sprinted to Steve’s office where he found Natasha too. “Bu…..Y/……lau……arm…..cou…” he couldn’t get his words out because of how hard he was panting. He took the stairs to the 98th floor where Steve’s office was.
Before Steve could ask what he was talking about Y/N and Bucky came into the room with a report. They have it to Steve and went out together with no insults exchanged, just smiles.
“What the hell was that?” Natasha asked before Sam passed out.
A few months went by and nothing from Stark’s enemies. Tony took it as a sim and decided to throw a party. He invited everyone.
Everyone was having a blast until an actual blast went off. It hadn’t hit the room they were in. A grenade had been thrown in the hallway, distracting Bucky and Y/N. Masked men barged into the room from the glass doors of the balconies and attacked. People ran screaming, trying to get away from the danger. Some were successful, some weren’t.
Bucky called for Y/N to cover Stark while he tried to get the people out of the room, safely while shooting the men in dark stealth suits. While trying to get him away, one of the men was able to get a Tony Stark’s back. He groaned as he fell into Y/N’s arms. She took them behind a table, “oh god. Just hang in there Stark.” Tony kept groaning at the pressure on his spine from the bullet.
“Stay with me Stark! Come on! Bucky!!” Y/N yelled. Tony groaned out a ‘no’ and rolled over from his stomach to his side. “What are you doing?! Stay on your stomach.” She tried to roll him back, but Tony stopped her. He knew that his time on this earth is over. By the time Bucky came back and the men left or were dead on the floor, Tony Stark was dead.
Bucky had a scowl on his face and stormed out. He bumped his shoulders on his friends’ shoulders as they entered the room. They were downstairs helping everyone evacuate safely. Turns it the grenade was just a sound effect. They approached the scene of Tony’s dead body. Y/N left and chased after Bucky. She knew during their couple of months as friends, what he does and how he feels if one of his clients dies. She caught him a few blocks down the street.
“Bucky! Bucky stop!”
He turned back abruptly with an angry look on his face. “Listen, that was not your fault back there. You didn’t know that was going to happen. None of us did. We did what we could.” Bucky took a deep breath. “No.” Y/N was confused, “no?”
“No. It was not my fault. It was yours. Sure we didn’t know what was going to happen but at least I knew what to do. At least Steve and the others knew what to do. You had one job. Protect Tony Stark. And you fucked it up. Because that’s what you always do. You keep. Fucking. Up. Tony had no one guarding him which caused him to get killed. You don’t think Y/N. You’re a fuck up! You don’t deserve to be in this business. You don’t deserve your title. You don’t deserve anything after what you just did! You are the reason he’s dead. You’re the reason his wife has to cry herself to sleep tonight and lie to her daughter about why daddy didn’t come home tonight. You’re the reason his daughter will grow up without a father. You’re the reason why she will later learn why her father was killed. He was killed because an agent couldn’t think with her head and do her duty to protect her father.”
His words stung like a wasp. She could feel the tears streaming down her face but Bucky’s eyes showed no regret to his words. He turned his back to her then kept walking down the street.
When Bucky got home, he replayed his words in his head. He took it too far. He didn’t mean what he said. He knew he’d hurt her.
A few weeks later, Y/N was sulking in her room. Too sad to even come out. She never told anyone that during those months as friends with Bucky but she had started to fall in love with him. It’s not a great feeling having your love tell you you’re a fuck up.
She walked over to the piano in the middle of the night and started playing…
I never meant to start a war
I just wanted you to let me in
Bucky was walking to Y/N’s room when he heard someone in the music room.
And instead of using force
I guess I should've let you win
And there she was. On the piano. Fingers moving delicately on the keys. Soft voice filled with sadness.
I never meant to start a war
He could hear her sniffling and her voice cracking as she sang the last lyrics. He knew she was just seconds away from crying. And it’s all his fault.
I just wanted you to let me in
I guess I should've let you win
That was when she broke down. She placed her forehead on the piano and cried. His heart broke at the sight in front of him. It was his fault. It was his fault Stark is dead.
When she shifted from one foot to the other, the floorboards creaked, alerting H/N if his presence at the door. “How long we’re you standing there?” Bucky looked down at his feet, “not too long. You okay?”
“Yeah. Why wouldn’t I be?” She replied while wiping her tears from her face with the fabric of her oversized hoodie. Bucky came closer and sat on the piano bench beside her.
“Im so sorry for that night. I was such a dick and I never should’ve said those things. I realized that I’ve been harbouring certain feelings and i don’t usually know what to do with those feelings so I lashed out on you. I’m sorry. I know sorry won’t cut it but I just need you to know that you aren’t a fuck up. You aren’t the reason he died. You did what you could.”
“It didn’t feel like it that night.” Bucky apologized again and bowed his head down. “You know during those months of being friends, I had started to fall in love with you.” Bucky raised his head at that. “I know. Stupid right. And I thought that you’d felt the same but ever since that night, I know that’s not the case.”
Bucky kept staring at her, “you couldn’t be more wrong.” Y/N looked at him, “what?”
“Y/N ever since tou came through that door, you were witty, smart, sarcastic, and huge pain in my ass.” Y/N rolled her eyes and replied, “well that’s not making me feel better.”
“Let me finish. During those months as friends, I realized something.” Y/N waited for him to continue. “I realized that I never hated you. I was just jealous. You had just came to the company and I was jealous you were getting these high profile cases while I started with small ones.”
He paused for a few moments.
“Y/N I’m in love with you. And I can’t stop myself from feeling it.”
Y/N looked at him shocked. “You’re just saying that because you’re pitying me.” Bucky was quick to shoot down her statement. “No I’m not. I swear Y/N I love you.” Y/N just shook her head and got up from her seat and started to walk away.
Bucky was about to give but then he remembered a saying his mother used to say, ‘a kiss is a key to the door of love. If that person feels the same, the key will open the door but if they don’t, then it’s the wrong door.’
He got up from his seat, marched over to Y/N, grabbed her arm, spun her into his chest, grabbed her face, and pressed his lips against hers. It took a moment but he relaxed when he felt her relax and kiss him back. He felt her hands hold his face to hers.
Once they pulled back, they rested their foreheads together, “I believe you.” Y/N said. Bucky chuckled then kissed her again.
“WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?!” They heard Sam yell from the doorway. “I’M SO CONFUSED!” He nagged then walked away to his room, slouched posture, stomping his feet like a child.
Y/N and Bucky laughed and proceeded to kiss.
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summary: bucky meets you at a bar after being deployed to england and he promises to come back for you as soon as the war’s over
bucky barnes x bartender!reader
Bucky thought when he deployed for England that would be it. He’d fight in the war and his normal life would be over, he didn’t know anyone there in a different country, he left his only friends and family back in Brooklyn. However, he failed to realise how easy he could make the women swoon, more in particular you.
He’d found the pub you worked at during his first night there, and he was pleasantly surprised when he saw such a pretty face behind the bar, serving the drunken men their drinks while bringing smiles to their faces, they were just happy to see someone other than an enemy soldier, especially when they were so beautiful.
The first night he spent in the bar the two of you just sent eyes at each other, from across the bar, across the room, no matter where he was you found each other’s eyes, sending flirty longing looks in one another’s directions.
It wasn’t until the second day that he built up the courage to actually talk to you. Now Bucky was a confident man, a bit of a lady killer Steve would say, so to be nervous around such a pretty woman was unusual for him, but maybe that meant more than he was understanding.
That day you watched him approach you and stopped your task to give him your undivided attention, flashing him a sickly sweet smile that made him weak in the knees. He rethought what he was about to do before evidently deciding he needed to man up and just talk to you before he regretted not doing so.
“Hi there handsome, what can I get for you?” you asked. You didn’t want to be too optimistic that he was coming to flirt with you just in case you got your hopes up, so you just assumed that he was coming to buy yet another drink.
“Uh, your name if you’d be so kind, darlin’.” You felt your body flush, your grin growing and only causing your cheeks to hurt. When you didn’t open your mouth to give it to him he went first, a boyish smirk on his lips. “I’m James, but everyone calls me Bucky,” he introduced, holding his hand out kindly for you to shake. You grinned as you did so, letting his name sink it and saying it once to see how it felt rolling off of your tongue.
You finally introduced yourself. “I’m Y/N.”
Your eyes caught sight of the metal chain resting against his neck as it glinted in the dim lights of the bar. He saw you looking and pulled the chains out from under his shirt, letting them rest in plain view for you to see.
“Oh, a soldier, huh?” your eyes lingered on the shiny silver dog tags sitting comfortably against his broad chest, tugging your bottom lip between your teeth as you tried to hold back your pleased grin. He hummed, sipping on his drink as he eyed your face. “I bet you’re wooing all the ladies then?”
Your tone was only teasing and you were glad he picked up on it, a grin splitting on his lips as he leaned on his forearms at the bar, evidently leaning in closer to you. You got a whiff of the manly scent that flowed from him, subconsciously pulling your body closer to him.
“Not all the ladies are as pretty a dame as you, doll,” he winked. The nickname with that sweet accent had you swooning in your seat, hoping he didn’t notice how flustered the simple compliment had made you.
“Well, keep them compliments coming and I’m sure I can make your days in England worth your while, soldier.”
“I’d like to take you up on that offer.”
Over the next few days before Bucky was set to head off with the rest of the 107th to actually begin fighting, the two of you got to know each other a little better, going as far as to even go on little dates to help him enjoy his last days of freedom. Dinners, picnics and ice cream dates were only a few of the things you’d crammed into the short days, and you could only wish that you had longer together.
Tonight was his last night. The mood at first had been slightly dull and dark, neither of you wanted to bring up how you only had mere hours left together, but the thought was prominent in both your minds. Bucky had decided he was going to take you to a final dinner, throwing in some dancing to take your mind off of it, even if you were the one who had to give him the directions and recommendations of where to go.
Everything had been going incredibly well. Dinner was wonderful, the meal consisted of Bucky sweet talking you and making you swoon until you were nearly just a puddle at his feet. Then the dancing, oh the dancing. It was bliss, you’d never been treated so perfectly as you had with Bucky, the man leading the two of you around the dance floor, bodies pressed together and sweet nothings muttered under his breath for you.
You didn’t want the night to end, but unfortunately like all good things, it had to. Being the gentleman he is, he offered to walk you home, fingers intertwined as you took your time making your way through the lively streets of London. Conversation flowed easily between you both and only made your heart grow fonder, yet heavier at the same time.
The light drizzle of rain was unexpected, the two of you tilting your heads back to look at the twinkling night sky that was beginning to spit at you both, just to confirm what you felt. Apparently the weather took that as a sign that it needed to convince you it truly was raining, upping its ante and encouraging the dark clouds to open, soaking you and Bucky in the unforgiving waters of the sky.
You gasped, turning to look at Bucky as the rain soaked your clothing, the man letting out a bubbly laugh that you found completely adorable. He tugged on your hand and tried to look through his water blurred vision for somewhere for the both of you to get out of the horrid weather.
It wasn’t too difficult to find somewhere, the brunette pushing you under the shelter, the two of you giggling loudly as the rain continued to belt down on the ground violently, forcing others to run to try their best to keep themselves dry.
When your laughter died down you were brought back to the sullen thoughts you’d been having since that morning, pouting your lip at the man as you tried to commit his features to memory.
“I can’t believe you’re leaving me,” you muttered. His eyes softened, shoulders sagging as the atmosphere around you both was transformed into one that was much more solemn and upsetting. He knew he’d only known you for a few days, but he also knew that he felt some kind of pull towards you that he’d only ever felt with one other person; Steve.
“I’ll come back for you, doll. Right after all this is over.” You didn’t like how confident he sounded. You wished you could be more optimistic but you’d had too many broken souls come into that bar already with the hopes of forgetting about their lost loved one to believe him.
“Bucky,” you sighed, cupping his cheek sweetly. “Don’t make promises you can’t keep. It’s easier for both of us if you don’t.”
He frowned, pulling you closer to him so your chests were pressed together. His thumbs rubbed sweet circles on your covered hips, his head tilting down so his forehead could lean against yours. The next few words he uttered did little to make you feel better, but you were glad at least one of you had faith. “I wouldn’t make it if I didn’t think it was possible.”
“Well you damn well better stick to it, James.”
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summary ─ “fuck him,” you muttered. “fuck him sideways.”
pairing ─ avenger!alpha!bucky barnes x omega!reader
warnings ─ smut, +18, a/b/o dynamics, mutual pining, flirting, kissing, light choking (:d), rough sex, getting together, heat/rut sex, scenting, idiots in love
a/n ─ blame seb for that ig story picture. it made me do it. but seriously, can he choke me. anyway sfjdsjf hope you like it! leave a comment if you do! thankl youuuu <333 (italic is bucky, bold is reader) enjoy this 5.6k monstrosity.
You and Bucky had been flirting for some time, but it was more of a friendly flirting rather than something more. He would call you cute pet names and let you play with his hair on movie nights, and you would let him cuddle or hug you whenever he needed touch. You liked spending time and having a lot of fun with him.
Sometimes you scented each other, too.
His scent was reminding you all kinds of things that you considered safety and homey, so you never said ‘no’ when he wanted to scent you. He let you scent him back most of the time and you used it on his behalf; scenting him when he felt anxious, letting him bury his nose into your neck so that he’d calm down after a brutal mission or nightmare. It worked well for both of you.
Sometimes, though, you wished something more from him. There were times where you wanted him to kiss you, to pull you flush against his muscle-clad, big and warm body and to touch you like that. You wanted to know how his arousal smelled like up-close, but you were valuing your friendship a bit too much to make a move; you were afraid that you’d lose him, and you couldn’t take the risk.
So, you kept it to yourself.
Times went by while both of you went on with your cute flirting and occasional hair-playing and cuddle/hug and scenting game. You knew you should have stopped scenting him back, you didn’t want to get in between him and his potential mate, since he’d been seeing other women sometimes. You overheard him and Sam talking about Tinder and getting dates from there. You also saw him carrying a gorgeous blonde to his room while kissing the daylight out of her.
You wanted so badly to be her, but it was just not possible. You knew it.
Sighing to yourself, you wiggled under your thick duvet, burying your body into the bed even more. It was way too late for you to be awake, but you couldn’t sleep. Your bed was comfy, warm and you put your duvet into a position that got you looking like a burrito. You were supposed to be passed out with these beautiful conditions, but your body was too hot, you felt too itchy to go to sleep. Your heat was close. You could sense it; you were in the pre-heat phase and you had about two days until it hit you.
You growled to yourself angrily a little as you wiggled a bit more. Your head was partially under your pillow when you heard your phone ping-ing. Frowning, you stuck your hand out to grab it, seeing that you had one unread message. You opened it.
“Oh, fuck,” you moaned out accidentally when you saw what it was.
It was Bucky. He was shirtless and had his dog tags on. He was holding a cup in his big hands. All the muscles and veins were visible and bulging. He had a flirtatious look on his face. He seemed to wearing thin basketball shorts under, but they did very little to hide whatever he was… hiding there.
“Shit,” you whimpered. Your face was heating up rapidly. You felt your body was ready to burst, explode, whatever. Your heart was beating in your mouth. You could feel your pussy getting wet and even throb a little. You swallowed the spit that collected in your mouth when you heard another ping.
ah, shit, sorry, doll. i meant to send that to someone else.
Well, you thought and sighed.
“It’s not fair,” you whined and inched down on your bed, your legs spreading themselves instinctively. You bit your lip. You could finally make a move and say something suggestive, or you could just… chicken out. “Fuck him,” you muttered. “Fuck him sideways.” Your phone ping-ed again.
how is it look, though? i’m not sure about sending it rn
i think i’m chickening out
You rolled your eyes as his texts. Of course he didn’t like the picture where he looked so fucking sexy.
no, you look good, you texted him back. you look damn good, actually. idk why you’re chickening out. You saw the three dots that were inclining that he was writing and waited.
i dunno, he sent. she’s real nice, ya know. i don’t wanna fuck up
“Fuck whoever she is,” you whispered. “Fuck her if she thinks you’re fucking up when you send her a picture like this.”
why would sending a shirtless pic make you fuck up anyways?
she might think i’m a bit forward? idk honey i really care about her and i don’t want her to think i’m only talking to her bc i wanna fuck her ‘til she passes out.
“What the fuck,” you whispered again, your eyes narrowing and scent turning into its sickly sweet self by the half-dirty talk. Bucky never said anything to you like this before. You shared almost everything, but when the subject was sex Bucky was always a bit shy. Now, though, he didn’t sound shy. “I shouldn’t find this sexy.”
well, i don’t think she’ll have a problem with that, pal. esp with that pic
The three dots appeared again.
so you’re saying that she’ll know that my only purpose isn’t fucking her through her mattress?
i mean i know this isn’t a dick pic but still
You shake your head fondly. Even when he was trying to sext with a woman, he was being a gentleman. You liked that about him. He was always thinking how the other person would feel if his actions were to get misunderstood. It was cute.
you’re cute, you sent. she’ll understand.
Dots appeared but disappeared a second later. It repeated itself for a couple time before it totally vanished. You frowned but didn’t think too much about it. There really wasn’t much he could say to your last text, you thought. Maybe he finally sent the picture to the person who should have received it in the first place.
You took a deep breath as you looked at the picture again.
God, he was so handsome. He recently had a haircut, and it looked very good on him. He had faint stubble. When you first looked at the picture, you thought he had a flirtatious look, but actually he was just adorable. He was caught in mid-wink, you thought. His flesh hand was dwarfing the big navy colored mug he had in his hand. You knew that mug, you bought him that as a birthday gift, and it was a very big one. You never noticed how big his hands were before, but now that you knew, it was going to be hard to take your eyes away from them.
“Ugh,” you grunted, feeling the itchy sensation increasing. “Fuck me.” Locking your phone, you dropped it on your night stand. You were wet and horny, but you didn’t have any energy to touch yourself. So, you just hugged your pillow and closed your eyes.
The morning found you pouring yourself a cereal with still sleepy eyes. The sun was shining brightly, the kitchen was quiet and it seemed like you were the only living creature in the tower. You yawned as you put the cereal box down and poured some milk into your bowl. You perched yourself onto the chair by the kitchen island and dug into your cereal.
You had… vivid dreams last night. It included a pair of hands touching your naked skin, blur of colors and some moaning. You vaguely remembered that there were hushed whispers of a little dirty talk, but the details blurred as soon as you woke up.
That meant you were even achier than last night. You grunted into your cereal.
“Hey,” you heard someone murmur and jumped, it was Bucky. He looked like he just came back from a run. “Shit, sorry,” Bucky muttered. “Didn’t mean to scare you.” You shrugged as you slurped the last of your cereal. With the corner of your eyes, you saw his nostrils flare and realized he was scenting the air. “Y’alright, doll?”
“Mmhm, just achy,” you murmured and carried your bowl to the sink. Bucky stayed silent and watched you washing your bowl and rolling your shoulders a couple times. He could smell your scent; it was content but somehow… off. He also knew your heat was close. Your scent was too sweet albeit being a little off, it was like he just stepped into a bakery and got hit with freshly baked goods. It was mouthwatering. Eyes narrowing, Bucky murmured a silent ‘fuck it’ to himself, he stepped behind you.
“You seem awfully tense, honey,” Bucky muttered into your ear as he pressed his body to yours. “Couldn’t sleep well?” You tensed. You could feel the heat coming off of his body, could smell his clean sweat, cologne and his own musk; it was woody and fresh: like a bonfire in the middle of a forest. More importantly, you could feel all the muscles and ridges on his body against yours.
“Somethin’ like that,” you whispered. Bucky cooed at you softly. His arms wound themselves around your waist, pulling you in and making you rest your body against his. His scent surrounded you in a second, and you felt like you were being cocooned in your bed by your soft blankets.
“Breathe with me, love,” he murmured. “It will help you loosen up.” You swallowed and nodded. Feeling his chest moving behind you, you followed his movements. “That’s it,” he said, “You’re doing great.” You breathed in, in, and in and then let it ouuuut. You felt your shoulder relax a bit. “That’s it,” he whispered and─
His lips were right over your pulse. His stubble was rubbing the sensitive flesh of your neck. You shuddered uncontrollably. Bucky hushed you as his lips brushed against your skin. His hot breath was licking your neck, making the hair on your body rise. He nosed your glands there; taking lungful of your scent, Bucky grumbled to himself about how good you smell.
With a small grunt of his, he took a step forward and cornered you against the counter. You gasped.
“Hmm,” Bucky hummed, “You are tense, honey.” His lips found your jaw, his nose poked your temple and you shuddered again.
It felt like you were underwater but weren’t drowning; everything was peaceful quiet, and you were floating.
“Bucky,” you whispered. He hummed. “Bucky…” He kissed your neck, bit down on the flesh and sucked it a little. You felt your legs tremble when you felt your heat creeping in even closer and grabbed his arms around your waist for support. You tipped your head back, exposing your throat to him, and closed your eyes.
Placing kisses all over your neck, nibbling on your jaw, one of his hands grabbed your face to turn it towards him. “Tell me you don’t want it, and I’ll stop. I promise I’ll stop.” You didn’t say anything but leaned into his touch. “Tell me.”
“I want it,” you whispered, surpassing a shiver. Your heat was taking over your body, and Bucky needed the verbal confirmation before it consumed you.
“Honey,” he said softly. “Your heat is starting, do you want me to help you?” You gasped silently, realizing that you were feeling woozy a little and your vision was fuzzy around the edges, now.
“Yes,” you answered him. “Please, alpha?”
Bucky’s chest rumbled lightly with approval and captured your lips with his. You moaned into his mouth. It was as soft as it looked and was caressing yours so nicely. You whimpered as you sneaked your hand into his slightly damp hair. You craned your neck to deepen the kiss, letting your tongue join the game, too. Bucky groaned.
“Fuck, love,” he whimpered. “Your skin feels so soft under my hands, your body is so warm… Mmm, I wanna eat you right up.” You wiggled in his arms.
“Please,” you whispered. Bucky bit down on your bottom lip. His other hand sneaked into your pajama bottoms, sliding right into your panties and nudging your clit gently. You gasped loudly as Bucky cursed.
“Holy shit, honey,” Bucky groaned. “You’re wetting your pajama bottoms with your slick.” You whimpered when you felt one long digit swiping the slick that gathered between the lips of your pussy. “Is it for me?” He asked, a low growl could be heard in his voice. You nodded. Bucky tugged on your hair. “Words. Use’em.”
“Yes!” You cried out. “Yes, only for you, Bucky, yes!”
“That’s more like it,” Bucky murmured and slid two of his fingers inside you. Biting your lip to stop yourself moan loudly, your hand tightened in Bucky’s hair and you bared your throat to Bucky by the throwing your head back even more, submitting him.
The way Bucky was fingering you was relentless; two of his long and thick fingers were stroking your wet walls, crooking them to graze over your sensitive spot sometimes while the heel of his hand was pressing down on your clit. You were being stimulated from almost all your open ended nerves so perfectly, you wanted to cry.
“I wish you see how you look right now, baby,” Bucky whispered. “You’re so deep into your pleasure...” You hummed and let out a gasp when he crooked his fingers again. “You take my fingers so nicely. My hand is drenched, baby, goddamn.” He nosed your bared throat, taking deep breaths, Bucky filled his lungs with your sweet heat scent. “Gotta get you to your room, love. The whole kitchen is gonna smell like your heat if we don’t.” You whined, but you weren’t lost in your head yet, so you knew he was right. You nodded. Bucky kissed your neck and suddenly, your world was upside down.
You were thrown over his shoulder like he was a caveman and you were his prey. “Bucky!” He chuckled, his metal hand slapping your ass, he stepped into the elevator and told Jarvis to go up to your floor. He carried you like that throughout the whole trip. You got to feel his back muscles all the way to your room, though, so you thought it wasn’t so bad.
Bucky dropped you on the floor gently. You were standing right in front of your room. “I can wait here,” Bucky murmured and continued when he saw your confused look. “While you are getting nest sorted out, I can wait here.”
Your heart swelled in your chest because ain’t he the most thoughtful.
“Aww, James,” you whispered. He just smiled and tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear. “Really?” He nodded. You knew he took these kinds of things serious because he was a bit old-school, but you liked that about him very much.
“Yeah,” he said. “Actually, why don’t you go ahead and sort your nest out while I get us some water and snacks?” You placed your hand on your heart.
“A man after my stomach,” you said dreamily, making him snort. “Okay.” He kissed your neck one more time and walked back to the elevator.
You had a spring on your step as you walked inside of your room and stripping the bed from unnecessary things. You pulled out your softest linens, blankets and pillows; arranging them on the bed the way you liked, you added some extra tiny pillows. It looked inviting, personal and smelled like you strongly. You smiled, pleased with your efforts. Just as you sat down on the bed in your underwear, you had kept your oversize t-shirt though, you heard a knock.
“Come in!” You called out and saw Bucky’s smiling, handsome face. He had arms full of snacks and water bottles, he also had other things which you couldn’t figure out what. You watched him as he put the things he carried into your room on your small desk.
“I, uh,” he started, suddenly looking bashful. “I thought you might want, uh,” Bucky stammered over his words and just handed you something.
It was his blanket from his bed and the sweatshirt you saw him wearing yesterday.
“I can always put them aside or bring more, whatever you want,” Bucky hurriedly added. You shook your head as you reached and took them from him. You folded the sweatshirt and put it right next to your bed where you would be reaching something to wear after you were through, and spread the blanket on your bed, rearranging your pillows. You took your t-shirt off before you turned and faced with Bucky.
You walked up to him slowly until you were standing right in front of him. You could see his nostrils flaring, pupils dilating and him scenting the air. “Kiss me, alpha?” Bucky let out a broken sound before he pulled you against his body, his flesh hand cradling your face gently, and leaned down to give you the kiss that you asked for so nicely.
It was, hands down, the most loving and gentle kiss you’ve ever had. It was nothing like the kiss you’ve shared in the kitchen. This one was chaste. Bucky’s lips were soft, and he was kissing you like a longtime lover. Moaning lightly, you tilted your head to your side and deepened the kiss a bit; pushing up on your tiptoes and winding your arms around his neck, you felt his arms wrapping themselves around your waist one more time.
You felt amazingly consumed and caged and overwhelmed, and you were fucking loving it.
Bucky pulled back slightly. “Bed,” he commanded. His voice was rough and low. His woodsy, fresh smell had taken a sharp turn and now it was more like burning wood and citrus. You loved how forest-y his scent was. You quickly climbed on the bed, and a second later Bucky joined you.
His big body caged yours under him. The body heat this man had was driving you crazy because he was so fucking warm, it made you want to wrap yourself around him like a koala and never let go.
“Bucky…” You breathed when you felt his teeth grazing over the sensitive skin of your neck, gasped when he placed a soft bite there. His light stubble was rubbing your skin raw, but you were loving it just like everything else. You felt him press his body against yours fully as he drew in a deep breath.
“God, your scent is drivin’ me fuckin’ crazy,” he murmured and kissed his way downwards. He stopped when he came across to your bra, looking up in your eyes, he silently asked for permission to take it off. You nodded. As soon as your breasts were free from their containment, Bucky latched on to one of your nipples, making you throw your head back and moan loudly.
“Fuck!” You yelped when he bit down and sucked and did… things with his tongue. He was licking and sucking, his saliva had covered your nipple and you could hear the slurping sound. It was so sexy, the pleasure was so intense; you felt like you were about to come. Whimpering, you slid your hands in his short hair, pulling and scratching his scalp. Bucky hummed. The vibrations and the graze of his teeth made you hiss, your body was trashing beneath his strong one.
Bucky pulled back with a ‘pop’, licking his lips, his fingers toyed with your other nipple. “How are you feelin’, love?” He asked. You panted lightly as you gave him thumbs up but yelped again when he pinched your nipple. “Words,” he growled. “I told you to use them.”
“’m good,” you whimpered, nipple throbbing deliciously. “’m good, I swear, ‘m fine, alpha.” Bucky hummed at the name. He always liked being called ‘alpha’ during sex before, he was never shy to tell his partners to call him that when he wanted to end his dancing night with someone, but hearing you call him that was turning him on in a whole different level.
Growling approvingly to himself, Bucky’s fingers found the hem of your panties. Before he could ask for permission, you lifted your hips to help him remove them easily. Bucky took a hold of the flimsy fabric, quickly dragging it down your beautiful legs, he threw them somewhere in the room. You were now under him with all your naked fucking glory, and Bucky’s mouth was watering at the sight of you. His gums were hurting with the desire to claim and mark you.
“You are gorgeous, baby,” Bucky murmured, fingers trailing over your soft skin and making you shiver happily. He leaned in. His light stubble rasped against your nipple as he nosed your collarbone, licking and sucking small marks there. You sighed. Your hands were buried deep in his short hair, the fluffiness of it turning into a messy state. “You feel so good against me,” he murmured again, lips brushing over the sensitive skin of your breasts. You whimpered. The ache between your legs was getting intolerable with each passing second, and you wanted him to take you already.
“Bucky…” You breathed. “Please, Bucky, alpha, I-I can’t, it h-hurts,” you babbled, hands now clawing his strong and wide shoulders. Quickly, Bucky shushed you with kisses, murmured filthy nonsense into your ear as he trailed one hand down your front. You gasped when his fingers brushed against your clit. It was already so sensitive and throbbing and aching─
“So wet,” Bucky whispered. “I’m gonna taste it later.” He brushed his fingers up and down for a couple times and pulled his hand back. “Now, we make your hurting stop, love.” You nodded. Your eyes were half-closed, you looked debauched without Bucky doing anything properly yet, and more importantly you looked drunk with only a couple kisses and touching from him.
If that ain’t the best kind of ego boost, I don’t know what is, Bucky thought to himself as he bit his lip and removed his clothes. Your sweet heat scent was filling his lungs and the room, and making him feel lightheaded. His skin was prickling with the intensity of your scent. He knew very well no matter how many times he’d shower that he would be smelling like you even days after your heat ended. Honestly, that would be a dream come true for Bucky.
His crush on you was getting stronger rather than dying down. He had tried dating with other people, hooking up or just spend his rut with at least a partner, but he just couldn’t because his body was yearning yours. His lungs were desperate for your sweet, calming scent filling them, his fingers were itching to feel your skin, and his lips were tingling to meet with yours… His whole body had been wanting you, no one else had made him feel this way before.
“God, Y/N,” Bucky breathed. His eyes were now fully black, face darkened with lust and his body heat had increased. He was about to enter his rut, he knew it. Bucky leaned forward and licked a fat line from your collarbone to all the way up to your ear, making your bonding glands throb. You gasped at the feeling.
“Fuck, Bucky!” You sighed, eyes screwed shut. Bucky hummed. His fingers moved south, were quick to find your dripping and aching core, he slipped two of his fingers in you. You moaned. His fingers were moving in and out of you rapidly, thumb pressing lightly on your clit. He could feel the poor thing throb beneath his fingertip, Bucky chuckled against your throat and nipped the skin there. You moaned one more time, but louder, your nails dug them deep into Bucky’s meaty shoulders. Bucky hissed at the slight pain, but all the pain during sex was welcomed in his book.
Bucky pulled his fingers out and pushed off of you, ignoring your little whines. “Present,” he ordered, his voice was still soft even though his commanding tone. Whimpering, you flipped onto your tummy, pressed your chest against the soft linens beneath you and lifted your ass high up on the air. Bucky groaned. “Damn, kitten,” he whispered. You shivered. He placed his hands on your ass, and then moved them up, up, up and slid one of them into your hair. “Do I need a condom?” You nodded.
“Birth control is no good for me,” you panted lightly. Bucky nodded, pressing a kiss on your cheek, he leaned sideways to grab a condom from his bedside drawer. You rubbed your face, wiggled your hips and fisted the bedding as Bucky put on the condom. As soon as he was done, he walked closer to you on his knees and immediately draped his body onto yours. You sighed at the skin-to-skin contact.
“Tell me if you want to or need me to stop because you don’t like what we’re doing, alright?” Bucky murmured. You nodded.
“I will,” you slurred slightly and earned another kiss on your cheek. You hummed happily. You felt the blunt tip of his cock against your wet folds and held your breath. With a smooth, slow thrust of his hips, Bucky slid into you. “Fuuuck,” you sighed, eyes closed and mouth open, drooling just a little bit. The ache in your core was disappeared as soon as Bucky filled you up.
“Goddamn,” Bucky gritted. Your pussy was hugging his hard as hell cock so nicely, Bucky felt like he was being wrapped with the softest blankets to ever exist. Falling onto his elbows, Bucky placed kisses on your bare shoulders. He moved his arms carefully and wrapped them around your torso. One of his hands was wrapped lightly around your neck, and you felt another flame taking over your body with the feeling.
“Move,” you whispered. “Alpha, please, move.” Bucky shushed you gently. Never stopping peppering kisses on your shoulder, neck and cheek, Bucky moved his hips slowly at first. You gasped, head thrown back on Bucky’s shoulder, you closed your eyes.
Your mind was fogged, body wrung tight with sexual frustration and the coil in your belly was burning hotter each passing second. You could feel your heat taking over your body. Bucky’s strong scent was covered with the traces of faint rut, and his scent was clogging up all your senses.
It felt magnificent.
“Alpha,” you moaned when his cock touched a spot in you, your body suddenly waking up. Bucky grunted. His rut was making him a little non-verbal, but he was okay with it. “Faster,” you whimpered. “Faster, harder, alpha, fuck!” The breath knocked out of your lungs with Bucky’s hard thrust.
Grunting and rumbling deep in his chest, Bucky started slamming into you. Your slick was now covering his inner thighs and groin, making these obscene sounds to echo in your room and your skin to stuck each other whenever Bucky’s pelvis kissed yours. You whimpered. Your body was both loosening up and tightening even more as Bucky’s thrusts became harder and deeper. Your body was melting under his, muscles were getting lax because of the rut scent and soft rumbles Bucky was occasionally letting out.
“Mmm,” Bucky hummed, nose poking your bonding glands. “You smell so good, omega,” he murmured, and you shuddered under him. Bucky chuckled darkly. His hot breath licked over your pulse. His short fangs grazed over the sensitive skin, tongue poking out to lick and suck as his pace turned into even something more feral. The sound of skin slapping skin was so loud, you were deafened by it.
You whimpered when you felt his teeth again. You had no fear of Bucky mating you, you knew him enough to know that he wouldn’t do that, but feeling him dragging his fangs up and down like that on your bonding glands was incredibly turning you on. You grabbed onto his arms when he slightly straightened up so that he could drive in you deeper.
“Shit,” you gasped. Bucky growled. His arms around your neck tightened its hold a bit, enough to make you feel every drag of oxygen. “Fuck, Bucky─” His cock was driving in and out of you at a mad pace, balls slapping against your clit and obscene sounds of your wet pussy was driving you even crazier.
With a snarl, Bucky pulled you up against him, flipping you on your back in a matter of seconds. When he slid into your once again, you felt the bulge of his knot at the base of his cock. You gasped, looking down, your mouth hung open on its own. Bucky chuckled.
“That mouth of yours is hungry, ain’t it?” He asked, a filthy smirk on his face. You tried to swallow the spit, but he didn’t let you. He stuffed three of his metal fingers into your mouth. “Suck on’em, honey,” he ordered lovingly. You moaned as you did what you were being told and felt his pace falter for a second. “Fuck.” You hummed around his fingers. His rut scent getting stronger, covering your body, your bed and leaving its mark deep into your bones, you felt like a cat under the sun.
Bucky placed his flesh hand on your pussy. His hips were moving with a rapid pace, your fluids were mixing with his. His thumb found your clit and started to play with it. You cried out. your back arching, you moaned around his fingers, your pussy tightening on his cock. Bucky gasped and grunted. His balls were hurting because of how full they were.
“Come for me,” he whispered. “Fuckin’ come for me, omega,” his harsh whispering voice commanded. You felt your eyes roll back as the pleasure and blinding orgasm took over your body. Bucky cursed as he felt your mouth watering even more around his fingers, pussy walls clamping on his cock and knot. Gasping, Bucky leaned in and pulled his fingers out your mouth so that he could kiss you. Bucky was so close, so fucking close─
“Mmm,” you hummed into his kiss. “C’me f’r me, alpha,” you murmured, placing sloppy kisses on his mouth. “C’mon, breed me, fill me up, make a mess─”
Groaning loudly, Bucky slammed forward one last time before he felt his knot popped. His balls seized so hard, Bucky let out a wounded sound. You shushed him. Placing your hands on his face, you kissed him. He sighed into the kiss as he thrusted in and out of you slowly, fucking his come deeper into you.
“Fuck, honey,” Bucky breathed out when the intense part of his orgasm washed away. You smiled, kissing him again. Bucky kissed you back soundly. “Damn, I’ve never come that hard before,” he said, chuckling.
“Good,” you said. Your scent flaring up with smugness, Bucky laughed.
“Yeah, alright, you’re possessive,” he said with a smile on his face. You felt your cheeks heat up and ducked your head. Bucky continued to smile but couldn’t stop himself from leaning down for another kiss.
After a couple minutes of lazy make-out, Bucky carefully re-arranged your positions so that he could cuddle you without crushing you. You lay like that in silence, feeling content. Your heat and his rut had diminished for the time being, giving you some time to recover. You were playing with his metal hand when the thought struck you.
“Hey,” you murmured, and Bucky hummed as an answer. “What did she say?” You asked him. He made a confused sound.
“Who? About what?”
“You sent me a picture last night and said you were chickening out because she was real nice and you don’t wanna fuck it up,” you explained, a little bit jealousy slipping into your scent. “Did you send her the picture? What did she say?” You felt him freeze momentarily, but then he let out a small chuckle.
“I sent it, yes,” he said. “She said that I look damn good and that I can’t fuck this thing up, not with that picture, and that I’m cute and she’ll understand why I sent it.”
“It was intentional,” you murmured. Bucky hummed in approval, kissing your shoulder and tightening his arms around you. “You asshole,” you shrieked, hitting his arm. “You could have just come to me!” Bucky laughed as you hit him again.
“I’m sorry!” He said. “I actually didn’t mean to send you that picture, I swear. I hit send accidentally, but I also said ‘might as well’ afterwards, so,” he murmured, shrugging.
“God, I can’t believe this,” you grumbled. Bucky nuzzled your neck. “I couldn’t sleep last night because of that picture,” you admitted.
Bucky frowned. “Why?”
“I was horny, Bucky,” you said. Bucky let out a loud laugh.
“I’m sorry, sweetheart,” he murmured, but you knew he wasn’t sorry at all.
“No, you’re not,” you rolled your eyes, pouting at the same time.
“No, I’m not,” he agreed, slowly moving on top of you. “I can make it up, though…” Kissing your cheek, he poked your nose with his playfully. “You said you were horny, right? How about I do something about that?” You smirked.
“I’m in heat, Barnes,” you said. “You better make it up to me.” Bucky smirked right back at you.
“Your wish is my command, m’Queen,” he said, sweeping you into a passionate kiss.
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If A Look Could Kill (Bucky Barnes imagine)
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A/N: this is literally a blurb from a scene in the 2nd episode of fatws when they're all in the car after they fought the supersoldiers
They had been in the same car for no more than ten minutes and Y/N was already holding herself back from punching the smug smile on the man pretending to be Captain America. Both fake heroes had showed up in the middle of their fight, throwing around Steve’s shield, acting like the world owed them anything.
Earlier that day, inside the comfort of the apartment she shared with Bucky, she had watched the cocky man parading in front of cameras, standing in a stadium. She had heard him talk about Steve like he knew him, like he had fought along side with him. And when he had compared Steve to a brother, when she had seen the look of hurt and betrayal on Bucky’s face, her heart had shattered.
She knew that sometimes grief could come like a runaway truck, that despite seeing it careening down the highway, we might not have enough time to get out of its way. And she had seen it that morning, that grief smashing Bucky right in the face when he had least expected it. She didn’t know the man the government had chosen to replace the Captain, but she already hated him for causing her lover pain.
"If you guys joined us we could …" The man pretending to be in charge started as the military vehicle was moving.
"No." Bucky hostly cut him.
There wasn’t a lot of space between the five of them. She had been forced to sit next to the man with the shield while her friends were in front of her.
The tension was almost palpable. Sam had his arms crossed and his lips pursed and Bucky was visibly clenching his jaw. Their patience was hanging by a thread and only she seemed to have notice.
Ignoring the conversation they were having, she exchanged a knowing look with her boyfriend. He had a short temper and habits he had picked up from his alter-ego that could potentially get him to explode. Judging by the side glances Sam kept giving him, she guessed she wasn’t the only one worried.
"What do you say, Y/N ?" She heard the man sitting next to her talk.
Unwillingly, she turned around to look at him.
"What was that ?" She asked him.
His smirk alone was enough to make her roll her eyes.
"We could use a … woman like you" He told her suggestively. She didn’t miss the way he looked her up and down, neither did Bucky.
"A woman like me ?" She repeated, raising an eyebrow and tilting her head to the side.
"Yeah, you’ve got potential, babe. So what do you say ?" He said in a seductive voice. "Interested in joining us ?"
A quick glance at her boyfriend was enough for her to tense when she saw him going from annoyed to seriously pissed off. He was scowling at the man with all his old ferocity, looking everything like the assassin he had once been.
"Does he always stare like that ?" Battlestar inquired, nodding toward Bucky.
"You do know your friend is disrespecting Y/N in front of her boyfriend who also happens to be one of the most prolific assassin on this planet, right ?" Sam ironically told him.
The woman narrowed her eyes at the man sitting next to her, irritated by his behavior.
"At what point did you decide we were close enough for you to refer to me as ‘babe’ ? Because I think I missed the memo between the need to punch your face and the craving to shove your ego up your ass"
Bucky’s chest swelled with pride at her comeback and he sniggered. He knew she was a strong woman and had always loved that feisty side of her. She was fire and he was ice, a perfect combinaison yet dangerous association. Even Sam seemed pleased when he noticed Walker growing uncomfortable next to her.
"Look, we know you don’t like us" The other soldier known as Battlestar answered.
"That’s an understatement" Sam muttered under his breath.
"We’re on the same team here" Walker added.
"No, we’re not" Bucky glared at him.
The soldier with the shield sighed. He pursed his lips, thinking for a moment before glancing at the men in front of him.
"I’m not trying to replace anyone" He started to explain.
"You couldn’t if you tried" Y/N mocked him.
"My point is, I know I’m not Steve and I’m not trying to be. But I am Captain America"
"Like hell you are" Bucky scornfully stated.
"It takes a lot more than knowing how to throw a shield to become a superhero" Sam reminded him.
"I am what the world need right now" He insisted.
"What the world want. Big difference" Sam continued.
"You were getting your ass kicked back there" Battlestar told them, helping his friend’s case. "We saved you"
"Should we say thank you ?" Y/N ironically threw at them.
"This isn’t up to you. Why are we even arguing about that ?" Walker was getting annoyed.
"Because you’re not even half the man Steve was yet you keep parading like a clown pretending to be someone you’re not" Bucky aggressively spoke with a cold voice. "You don’t get to mention his name, Walker, not when you’re destroying all he’s ever work for"
"Bucky…" Sam called him with a cautious tone, trying to get him to calm down.
The former assassin shut his mouth, refraining himself from saying anything more.
"Obviously there’s some issues you still need to work on" Walker spoke with a grin on his face. "But my offer still stands. We’d work better together"
"Keep on dreaming" Y/N expressed, rolling her eyes.
"If we’re being honest here, the only thing I dream about is you out of that suit" He forcefully flirted, looking down at her superhero outfit
She cringed at his useless attempt of seduction and missed the way Bucky’s expression turned dark in the split of a second. He clenched his jaw so hard his veins were visibly noticeable and his blue eyes were boring into Walker. If a simple stare could kill, he’d already be dead. He looked as menacing as can be with that hostile glare and his anger was reflecting itself through the way his muscles were bulging, ready to attack.
"Don’t do anything stupid" Sam warned him when he realized the man’s patience was running low.
Bucky growled and before any of them could react, the super soldier watched his newfound nemesis casually placing his hand on his girlfriend’s thigh. His entire body tensed and his blood ran cold.
"If you don’t take your hands off me in the next two seconds, you’re gonna lose both of them, Walker" Y/N threatened him.
"I’d take her word, Captain, ‘cause you’re about to be eaten alive" Sam advised him.
The soldier dismissed him and laughed, which only seemed to anger the woman and her boyfriend.
It all happened too fast for anyone to react. Just as Y/N was about to assault the man, Bucky decided to let his rage speak for himself and reached for Walker’s hand, twisting his fingers. He could almost feel the bones on the verge of breaking and his skin had started to turn red as the former assassin applied more pressure. The soldier grunted loudly in pain, trying to release himself from the tightening grip.
"Stop the car !" Bucky shouted.
The vehicle slowed down and he menacingly leaned toward Walker.
"If you so much as glance at her again, I will rip you to pieces"
Maybe it was the tone in his voice, or the serious promise of death he could see in his eyes, but the soldier bit back the lump in his throat, unable to answer. He looked terrified.
"Told you" Sam shrugged as Bucky released the man.
They both stepped out of the car, waiting for Y/N. The woman, still angry, turned to stare at the soldiers in blue and red.
"One more thing" She tilted her head.
Without notice, her fist collided with John Walker's jaw. The loud impact with his face was enough to almost knock him out and she smiled. Pleased with herself, she got up and followed her friends.
"Was that really necessary ?" Sam joked and they started walking.
"Oh c’mon, you know you’ve been dying to punch the guy" She smirked.
Bucky placed his human arm around her shoulders and a sweet kiss on the side of her forehead, secretly satisfied.
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Trouble Doubled - Bucky Barnes
Even after everything, you’re still the person who Bucky Barnes runs to when things go bad. Only now, he brings Sam who fails to hide his grin when he sees how James melts under your touch.
WARNINGS: Blood, stitches, and TFATWS possible spoilers (I think I was vague enough)
“Ouch! That’s going to hurt in the morning!”
“Ha, it hurts now, actually,” Sam grumbled.
You pressed your lips together to stifle the grin that threatened to spill over them. Unable to help yourself, you glanced at Bucky in the hopes he too was biting back a grin. Stood by the door, slightly shrouded in shadow, you could make out the half smile that played on his lips. Though, his expression quickly melted into a grimace as Sam groaned. Reality quickly crashed back down on your shoulders and you turned back to the man laid on the table.
“You’re not going to like this.” Before Sam could ask what ‘this’ was, you began to palpate his wound. He flinched away from your reach at first, but then settled in the discomfort.
“Mm, yeah, no, that doesn’t feel good, Doc.”
“Not a doctor,” you said, still pressing lightly into the bruised flesh. “And I have to make sure you didn’t crack a rib. Otherwise, you’ll need a doctor.”
“Gotta work on your bedside manner,” Sam said as he winced. You pulled your hands away with a sigh and he met your eyes. “Bad?”
“In the grand scheme of things, no. Just try not to throw yourself off a building for the next few days. Think you guys can manage that?”
“Maybe. Harder to fly without jumping first.” Sam groaned once more as he sat up and the pain seemed to convince him to heed your warning. “We’ll try, Doc.”
You rolled your eyes at him before turning to look at Bucky. Still tucked in the darker corner of the room, he seemed small. His brows were knitted tightly together by worry and you imagined that, if he met your gaze, you would see concern in his eyes. Pushed forward by your own worry, you strode over to him. At your growing closeness, Bucky lifted his eyes to yours.
“I’m fine, Y/N.”
Despite his protest, Bucky did not lock himself in place. Instead, he gave in and let you lead him by the arm, over to the table. Sam eyed him with a wide grin as Bucky landed in the same spot he had sat in only moments ago. He mouthed something to the century-old soldier that you caught, but could not make out.
“What happened to taking it easy? You told me after, you know, that you would ease into things.” You gestured to the rags you had used to clean Sam’s more minor wounds; the fabric pieces were now dyed a reddish pink from blood. “That doesn’t seem like easing into it.”
“You didn’t see the other guy,” Sam quipped.
“I like to think you didn’t leave any of him left,” you fired back as you pinched Bucky’s chin between your forefinger and thumb. “Look at me.”
Bucky did as you told him to and met your gaze. You took a sharp breath in at the sight of him, at how his pupils blew out slightly as you studied his reaction. All at once, the air around you grew thick. This close, you could smell the sweat and ash on his skin, along with hints of whatever air freshener he had in his apartment.
Was it coconut? Sandalwood? You couldn’t parse out which as you found yourself lost in the blues of Bucky’s eyes. The sound of Sam clearing his throat shook you from your haze.
“No signs of a concussion.”
“Really?” Sam asked, grin still plastered on his face. You raised a brow at him in question before you turned back to Bucky.
“Why? Did you hit your head?”
“No,” he said, clearly tired of Sam’s commentary, “but if I did, it wouldn’t be a big deal.”
“Super soldier or not, a head wound is a head wound. Can you?” You gestured to his jacket and, with a sigh, Bucky pulled it off his shoulders.
“How do you two know each other again?” Sam asked, glancing around the room. “And why are we in an abandoned building.”
“Hard to trace us back here. Didn’t want to lead them to Y/N’s place,” Bucky said, tossing his jacket to the side. He winced as he did, and then you saw the blood.
With reaching hands, you peeled back the crimson-soaked material of his shirt. Your movement revealed a long gash along his side that, with each breath, sent dribbles of blood to his hip. Sam made a sound of surprise and mild disgust at the sight. You were inclined to agree with another shout, but you were too caught up in how to stop the bleeding.
“Lay back,” you ordered, pressing Bucky’s shoulder. He yielded and you pushed his shirt up to expose the entire length of the wound. “Why didn't you show this to me earlier?!”
“It’s not that bad.”
"You're bleeding," you huffed, "which is pretty indicative of bad, if you ask me. Sam?"
"This is not my battle,” he raised his hands and shook his head. “I know better than to intrude on a lover’s quarrel.”
Neither you nor Bucky spoke up to correct him. In your mind, you came up with a quick excuse: Bucky was bleeding and you needed to focus on stopping it. Sam’s comment could be corrected later. Though, when Bucky didn’t speak up, you felt your chest tighten. As you worked on dressing the gash, you glanced up at him and found his blue eyes trained on you. He was dwelling on your silence too.
You pulled yourself out of the whirlpool of his gaze and reached over his body towards your medical supplies. As you stretched, your chest pressed lightly against Bucky’s, but you swallowed hard and refocused.
“Sorry, need to sow you up.”
Bucky didn’t respond, but he did avert his gaze. He found some spot in the ceiling to stare at instead of you. His distraction allowed you to work without the prickling temptation to sneak glances at his features; for the most part. It was only when Sam moved to stand over at your side you did you look up from Bucky’s wound.
“Nothing, just wondering how many times you’ve done this before.”
A bitter laugh slipped past your lips at his reply. “Too many times to count. If it’s not an Avenger, it’s a masked savior from Hell’s Kitchen. Someone always needs stitched up.”
“But James here is your favorite patient?”
Bucky’s tone set you on edge. It was warning, cold, and unlike the teasing you had grown fond of. Sam, knowing better than to piss him off, backed away from the table. You looked from him to Bucky and back again. When Bucky did not dare to meet your gaze, you felt a lump form in your throat. Tension weighed down your tongue, stopped you from saying a word or asking a question, despite your want to.
“Alright, alright. I’ll leave you be, old man. I’ll check with Torres, see if he has anything.”
Bucky’s eyes remained fixed on the ceiling above you. He was quiet, like the first time you met, and distant. His gaze seemed far away, as if he were looking through the ceiling of this hideaway. After you heard the door of the room close behind Sam, you went back to work on Bucky’s side in silence.
Carefully, you sowed the gash and tried to keep your hands steady. Every other jab with the needle made Bucky wince. You flinched at his sharp intake of breath and mumbled an apology before you went on to the next stitch. Five apologies later, the bleeding slowed and you gently pressed a crisp, white bandage to safeguard your handiwork.
Immediately after you secured the gauze, Bucky moved to sit up. Before he could, you pressed on his shoulders again and pinned him in place. Though, you knew you couldn’t have pinned him if he hadn’t let you. Your upper body strength was nothing compared to his, you both knew that.
“Don’t move,” you said softly, “you’ll ruin my work.”
“It’s gonna be hard not to.” Bucky met your gaze and, in the dim light of the room, his eyes looked dark, almost sad. Something in his face, perhaps the dull, yet familiar laughter lines around his mouth or the bags under his eyes, alleviated the tension that had silenced before.
“You told me you wouldn’t. That you would take it easy and focus on making amends.”
Bucky closed his eyes at the disappoint that laced your tone. “I tried. I wanted to, Hell, I need to, but I can’t. I never could.”
“Because,” Bucky began to sit up from the table top, “I’m a soldier. I need the fight.”
You watched as he moved, as your hands slipped from his shoulders and fell back to your sides. He pulled his shirt down over his freshly bandaged wound. When he was covered, Bucky looked back up to you, saw your frown and frowned too.
“Soldiers get to come home,” you pointed out, arms crossed over your chest.
“If they’re lucky. I’ve never been lucky.”
You bit the inside of your cheek at that. He was right. Bucky told you his story once before, after a therapy session left him feeling a bit more dry than high. He told you that he couldn’t tell you everything, that he wouldn’t. He didn’t have to, but you still hoped for him.
“Luck can change.”
Bucky scoffed as he pushed himself to his feet. Now, at his full height, he towered slightly over you. Despite his looming figure, Bucky did not scare you. Even when he told you his story, what he had done, Bucky did not scare you.
“Yeah, well, luck, or fate, or whatever, brought me to you and here we are,” he gestured to the dusty dwelling around you. You looked around with a careful eye before you playfully shrugged.
“I’ve been in worse dives.” Bucky chuckled, a unforced sound that rose up from his chest against his will. “Really, I have.”
“I don’t doubt it. But we put you in danger, asking for your help here. I put you in danger.”
“Oh, are you serious?” You threw your hands up in the air, “there’s always going to be danger in this world. Aliens, war, bad luck.”
“I wanted to keep you safe,” he pressed, taking a step towards you.
You could smell the perfume of the air freshener again, how it clung to his clothes. It distracted you, threw you into thoughts of what his apartment looked like, if he would ever share that part of him with you or if he would keep it locked away with his full story. You bit your tongue to keep yourself from asking, from wasting your breath on a question he wouldn’t answer. His words would have to be enough for you and, as if on cue, Bucky echoed his sentiment.
“I wanted to keep you safe.”
“How noble, wanting to keep me safe, Barnes. Just me?”
Silence was your immediate answer. Silence and Bucky’s full attention. You didn’t miss how his eyes flickered down from yours to your lips then back again.
In the quiet that followed Bucky’s statement, you became frighteningly aware of your heartbeat again. It wasn’t pounding like before, but it felt loud, like it was pressing against your ribcage, begging to leap out and into Bucky’s arms. As if propelled by it, you found yourself leaning in towards his warmth just as he seemed to shrink away.
Before he was out of reach, you lifted your hands to his face and cupped his jaw. Stubble prickled your fingers and palm, though you were far too enraptured to care.
“Then stay alive,” you said softly, “change your luck and come home.”
In your mind, you did not picture Bucky’s home as his mystery apartment. Instead, you saw only this moment captured by some invisible third party. You saw home as just the two of you and the image made you heart beat a bit faster.
For a moment, the two of you just stared at each other, stewed in the new, easier tension between you. But then your resolve broke and you lips broke into a smile. Bucky mirrored your expression, a lopsided grin resting comfortably along his features. His eyes fell to the floor between you before he looked back into your face.
“Can...can I kiss y-”
“Yes, Barnes, please.”
Without wasting another second, Bucky leaned down and pressed his lips to yours. Your hands slipped from his jaw to the back of his head where your fingers tangled in the soft strands of his brown hair. One of his hands found your waist and pulled you close to him, while the other cupped your jaw. In sync, his mouth moved against yours and everything around you melted away.
No more wonderings or mystery. It was only you and Bucky, come danger, trouble, or bad luck; and Sam who lingered outside the door.
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Criminal: Part 15
A/N: Mentions of violence, and some mention physical abuse against reader - please use caution
The dim lights in the warehouse were the only sign that anyone was inside. They were getting ready to transport and trade some of their more illicit goods out of state. The payoff would be well worth it for Tommy Johnson, and if he would’ve kept himself busy being a rat instead of crossing Bucky, then his portion of the city wouldn’t have to be threatened. Maybe Tommy Johnson had stuck to what he knew best; Bucky wouldn’t be going on a rampage uncovering every rock, every hole to find you.
Bucky wouldn’t have to cut down the foot-soldiers Johnson got himself.
“Fucker.” Bucky perched himself on top of the scout’s nest of the adjacent building and peered through the scope of his rifle, spying the lightbulb above the men who were cowering in the back, helping themselves to their bosses stash of ‘shine that was supposed to be shipped out. The fucker was losing profits to his men; his products were consumed internally without the big boss’ knowledge.
“Poor ignorant pricks.” Bucky rested his finger against the trigger and exhaled slowly, gauging on the bullet, hitting the light and shrouding them all in darkness. “You don’t know what hell is about to be unleashed on you.”
He pulled the trigger and felt the kickback against his shoulder. Bucky watched and listened for the sound of breaking glass and the surprised shouts of the men trapped inside the warehouse.
Bucky had pushed himself to stand and grabbed the rifle from the scout’s nest he crafted and moved to the fire escape attached to the right of the building. He approached the flight and started making his descent, tossing his gun down to the man waiting at the bottom of the latter.
When he was low enough, he jumped from the metal rungs and followed the trail of screams and gunfire, the sound of his men taking the high ground, taking hold of yet another warehouse. When Bucky slipped through the loading dock door, he grabbed the rifle from his man and rested it against the floor by the exit.
“Search everywhere and everything. I want everything of value to us loaded onto the trucks waiting.” Bucky gave the order before he slipped his hand into his left pants pocket and pulled out a pack of darts. He removed one from the carton and held it between his lips, taking a light from one of the men passing beside him.
He stepped over broken glass that lay scattered over a cement floor. Every step he had taken in the warehouse they’d now taken, he was reminded of the inflictions that were given to by the hands of a man Bucky had once considered a friend.
Or maybe he was deluding himself by believing he was ever friends with a man like Tommy Johnson. Maybe Bucky wasn’t as proactive as he should have been, but he was learning now.
“You got his attention,” one of his men had made his way from the back of the warehouse with an envelope containing more pictures and more evidence that Tommy Johnson was running scared.
As he damn well should’ve been.
“She was here,” Bucky snatched the envelope from his man and ripped open the top, “and they took pictures-“
“She sent another message.” There was a broken piece of wood from a shipping crate, a message carved into the grains.
“Of course she did.” Bucky grabbed the wood and glanced at the message you’d left for him. “Tommy Johnson is receiving just as much shit from her.”
“Boss-“ the man started to speak, confused about another coded message they’d received that made no sense to him.
“The codes are telling us where she is. It’s an old army code they used in 1917. Her father was a soldier-“
“But Rogers wasn’t-“
“I know she wasn’t born then, you fucker.” Bucky snapped; his impatience and his need to have you safe again was draining him of any and all residual kindness. “She found the old code books in her father’s things when she was 10—obsessed about the damn things. I never did think they would pay off. My girl’s damn brilliant. This code is going to lead us to where she is.”
“Can you understand it?”
“Steve will be able to.” Bucky slipped the piece of broken wood into his pocket and looked around the warehouse empty of lives that didn’t belong to him, his blue eyes narrowing at the sight of bullet holes and their blood bodies laying on the cement, the little bit of fight they had put up was nothing compared to a man who was on the warpath to save his best girl.
“I want the whole place burned to the ground. I want nothing left standing.” Bucky gave the order and then turned on his heel, moving back toward the side door that led to the loading dock.
“Boss, there’s still merchandise here-“
The merchandise Johnson had left in the hands of his ‘capable men’ were lying in crates scattered around the floor, every box had been gone through, and anything worth taking was already gone onto their trucks that were waiting. Everything else would be a loss to him.
“Burn it all. We’re squeezing him all we can. Burn everything.” Bucky gave the order once more, the final time he would address the topic.
Before he had left the building, he grabbed his rifle from its place beside the door and held it from where it rests against the wall. Bucky lifted it with his right hand and stabilized it against his shoulder, looking through the scope attached to the top. As he peered through the , he felt the piece of broken crate shifting in his pocket, a reminder that you weren’t relying solely on his knowledge of his rival to save you.
You were doing as much as you could when you could.
“We’re ready to light it up.” Bucky lowered the gun and handed it to one of his men in exchange for a Molotov cocktail.
Bucky stepped away from the door and tipped the bottle over, further soaking the rag. When he had tilted it back, he dug into his pocket for a lighter, and upon flicking the striker to get a flame, Bucky ignited the molotov cocktail.
“Burn down, you bastard.” Bucky threw the cocktail toward the crates and then stood back and watched his handiwork and the flames that grew and spread throughout the warehouse.
As the building quickly caught fire, the remaining men in the warehouse left through the loading dock door. Bucky reached into his pocket and grabbed the piece of broken crate; he studied the symbols etched into the wood and drug the pad of his thumb over the symbols you’d managed to carve into the wood. He took a moment for himself, willed himself to slip into his private headspace away from all of this shit.
“I don’t know why you’re bothering.”
“I want to talk shit about you to your sister without your knowledge.”
“Shouldn’t you be busy fighting boys, butch?”
“If you’re too stupid to learn it, say so. Jealousy is an ugly colour on you.”
God, Bucky missed you. He missed you so damn much, and he wouldn’t stop until you were back home. He would burn down the entire city if that’s what it took to find you.
You caught the stench of fear before you heard it laced in his voice. You captured the sour and spicy stench of cold sweat as it clung to the back of his neck and dripped from his forehead. He thought he was clever, and he thought he was untouchable. He was so sure of his grand plan to exploit you, to lord you over Bucky’s head, until he crumbled and caved to get you back.
Tommy Johnson was trying to take over the city ad bring Bucky to his knees.
The man was riddled with arrogancy, and arrogancy had led him to make mistakes, like assuming you were a woman of little knowledge and skills. He believed you were some pretty object to hang off Bucky’s arm.
He had no idea who he was fucking with. But he was about to learn.
Bucky was closing in, and each coded message you left behind when Johnson moved you to keep Buck from finding you wasn’t just leading Bucky to you, but to assets that could be taken or destroyed to weaken the other side further.
“You were supposed to take care of the situation! Instead, you leave the task to me! What am I even paying you for?” He was scared, and he was being backed into a corner. He was losing all his ground, his territory being taken over by Bucky block by block. He was being cut off from all angles, and soon, Bucky would be upon him, and Johnson would be on his knees. “Find him and kill him!”
The phone was slammed, the sound carrying through the vents and the walls. He was pacing; you could hear the sound of his footsteps on the floor. He was mumbling to himself, likely puffing on a dart, trying to calm his nerves.
“He’s coming for you!” You leaned your head back against the wall and rubbed your wrists together against a nail you’d gotten loose by some miracle. “He’s going to fucking kill you!”
“You mouthy bitch!” He slammed his fist against the wall as he screamed at you. “You need another reminder of what happens to mouthy cunts-“
The door opened and closed, his footsteps getting closer. When he moved from the room, he was into the space you were being held in. He was stalking toward the door, taking no small measure in being quiet.
He battered you; he bruised you and made your whole body ache. He was a man who took sick pleasure in turning your body into a canvas for his fists. He was taking his anger and his aggression out on you, and while the pain was blinding, it faded quickly in comparison to what you knew Bucky would make him feel.
You just needed to bide your time.
“Virgin cunt.” The door slammed open when he kicked it, the hinges buckling beneath the strength he used. “I was wanting to wait until Barnes was here to witness me fucking you while he watched.”
“You like having other men watch you fuck?” You pushed yourself back against the wall, the ropes around your wrists loosening rough thread by coarse thread. “I’m not surprised-“
“You whore!” He crouched in front of you and gripped your chin tightly, his fingers digging into your flesh. He leaned in closer, his beady eyes widened, and the flickers of fear in his eyes brought a bubble of laughter to your throat. “You need your tongue ripped out of your mouth. I should take my knife and cut my name into your flesh.”
“Which is it? Are you going to cut out my tongue or carve your name into flesh? I don’t think you’ll have time to do both-“ he pulled his hand back, and you heard the whip of the air before you felt his hand making contact with your cheek.
“You mouthy bitch. Thinking you can talk to me that way. Who the hell do you think you are?”
Your head whipped to the side from the force, and while he had stood and moved away from you, satisfied with his brute force, you jerked your hand’s ad finally sliced through the ropes. You stood slowly and as quietly as you possibly could, thankful that the moron didn’t bind your feet.
His back was to you, sucking on another dart, hopeful that you would stay silent.
You slid your feet forward, silencing your movements on the carpet in the room, spying the cane he had resting against the dingy bed.
You grabbed the cheap wood and gripped it tightly in your hands, taking as good of aim as you possibly could and used as much strength as you could muster, and smashed the wood against his back. As he stumbled and fell against the wall, you swung, again and again, giving him blow after blow.
You knew it wouldn’t keep him down for long, but it would be enough. It would be enough time for you to run, for you to try and get out of this hell hole.
“I’m a god-damn, Barnes.” You spat at his feet. “Bitch.”
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Grateful For You
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Author's Note: So, y'all know how Lee gets a handjob in the police cruiser from The Devil All the Time? I got inspired by the gif of that and wrote this! I hope you enjoy it and I hope it's not too shitty 👉🏼👈🏼😅
"Bucky?" You call out to your roommate, tossing your keys into the ceramic bowl by the front door. You tuck a strand of hair behind your ear as you furrow your brows at the silence.
You set the take-out bag onto the kitchen table before slipping your shoes off. Where the hell is he? You think to yourself while beginning to walk down the hallway. You can hear Bucky let out a string of moans as you grow closer to his bedroom door, causing you to halt in your tracks.
Your cheeks flush as you quietly walk closer, seeing his door cracked open. Seeing Bucky laying on his bed, his flesh hand wrapped around his cock makes your breath hitch. "Fuck, Y/N," he moans and you blush even harder.
You look away from the scene in front of you, pressing your thighs together as you get turned on. You stumble back a bit, almost tripping over your footing as you walk back towards the kitchen.
"Bucky! I've got take-out," you call out, acting as if you didn't see him jerking off.
"Be out in a minute, doll!"
You can't stop thinking about how hot Bucky sounded when he moaned out your name. You're grabbing the containers from the paper bag when a pair of hands rest on your hips.
"Smells good in here," Bucky mumbles into your ear and your eyes flutter closed, a shiver running down your spine. "You okay?"
"Y-Yeah, I'm fine," you stutter and glance over your shoulder, your eyes meeting his blue ones.
You notice his eyes look down at your lips a few times and your heart pounds against your chest. "You're gorgeous," Bucky whispers, moving one of his hands to your face.
"You think so?" You whisper back, leaning into your roommate's touch. He smiles before nodding his head, Bucky's thumb stroking your cheek.
Bucky leans in and his nose brushes against yours. "Absolutely, doll," he mumbles against your lips, your hands moving to his chest.
The super soldier's eyes search yours as your fingers grip the shirt he's wearing, your breathing becoming a bit heavy. Bucky closes the distance between the two of you, his lips connecting with yours.
Bucky's hands move to the back of your thighs, lifting you up before placing you onto the counter. A gasp leaves your lips as his metal hand dips under your shirt, fingers gliding along your skin.
Your eyes roll into the back of your head as Bucky trails his lips down your neck. "God, Buck," you moan out and the brunette lets out a growl before biting down on your neck.
"You sound so fucking good moaning my name," Bucky groans and sloppily kisses your lips again.
You shift closer to the edge of the counter, your hands gliding down his torso. "I-I-" you cut yourself off, swallowing thickly. Your eyes cast down to the slight bulge in his sweats. You clear your throat and glance up at him through your lashes, seeing his eyes already on you. "I like the way you moan my name too."
Bucky's eyes widen at your words, your hand palming him through his sweats. "You…," his voice dies down at the feeling of your hand on him. "You heard me?" He hisses when you slip your hand into his pants.
"Mhm," you hum, wrapping your hand around his cock, stroking slowly. "I couldn't believe my ears when I heard my name leave your pretty lips."
You watch his blue eyes flutter shut and Bucky rests his forehead against your shoulder. "Faster, please," he groans and a shy giggle leaves your lips, quickening your strokes. "Fuck, Y/N."
You bite your lip gently while Bucky moves his hands up your sides, pushing your shirt up with them. You halt your movements before pulling your shirt off, tossing it onto the floor beside you.
"God, you're fucking perfect," Your roommate mutters and dips his head down to your chest, nipping at the flushed skin.
Bucky pushes his sweats down and brings your hand back to his cock. You wet your lips and start jerking him off again, hearing Bucky's moans vibrate off of your chest. "Take me to your room," you whisper, lifting his chin so he's looking at you.
The man quickly pulls his sweats up before throwing you over his shoulder, a short yelp escaping your lips followed by giggles. Bucky carries you to his room before throwing you onto the bed.
Your breath hitches in your throat when Bucky hovers above you, his large resting on both sides of your head. "Did you like that? Like the feeling of being in control?" He mutters against your lips, bringing your bottom between his teeth.
A moan escapes your lips and your eyes flutter shut, your fingers digging into his right arm. "Y-Yes," you breathe out and Bucky hums before dragging his lips along your jawline.
"Well, bask in it because it won't happen again," Bucky mumbles while biting down on your neck, causing another moan to arise. "I'm in charge, sweetheart."
"Please," you beg, your hand gliding up his arm. Bucky pulls away from you, his blue eyes looking into yours.
He brings a hand to your face, feeling his thumb graze your cheekbone and you shiver at the coolness of the metal. "Are you sure? It's not just the heat of the moment is it?" Bucky asks before pressing a light kiss to your lips.
"I want this, Buck," you whisper loud enough for him to hear. "So fucking badly."
"You think I can take you out for dinner after this?" Bucky laughs while nibbling on the skin of your neck.
You let out a laugh as well, feeling Bucky's hand trail down your leg. "Well, that's kind of ass-backward innit?" You question him with a teasing grin.
"Not my fault someone peeked in on me masturbating," he jokes and you roll your eyes playfully before smacking him lightly.
"Fuck you," you giggle and Bucky nuzzles his head in your neck, pressing gentle kisses to your skin.
He hums in response, his hands sliding up your legs. "Mm, I'm about to," he mumbles into your neck.
A whine comes from you as the man kisses down your neck to your collarbone, biting down every once in a while. Bucky's lips trail down the valley of your breasts, one of his hands cupping them, squeezing the flesh gently.
"Please, Bucky," you breathe out as you become impatient. His blue eyes look up at you while gliding his tongue around your hardened nipple.
Your heart skips a beat in your chest while your pussy clenches, needing to feel some sort of relief down there. "Easy, sweetheart. Wanna take my time with you," he mumbles against your skin, shifting his head to your other breast.
His vibranium hand slides up your inner thigh before his fingers slip into the shorts you're wearing. Your breath hitches in your throat when he brushes your clothed clit, your hips jutting upward. "F-Fuck, I-I need you to touch me," you beg, moving your arms a bit so you're leaning on them.
Bucky hums in response and bites down on your nipple, earning a sharp gasp from you. "You sound so sexy when you beg, doll," he grins before wetting his lips. "Gonna be a good girl for me?"
You nod while watching your roommate bring his hands to your shorts, seeing him fiddle with the button before pulling the denim down your legs.
The blue-eyed beauty kisses the insides of your thighs while looking up at you, your heart hammering in your chest. Bucky moves your panties to the side before licking up your glistening slit, a guttural moan escaping his lips.
"Fuck, doll. You're so sweet," he mumbles into your pussy, his forearms curling around your thighs.
You tilt your head back and moan profusely, bringing one of your hands to his head. "B-Buck!" You gasp as he tongues your clit, your fingers gripping his hair.
The vibrations from his lips cause your back to arch as quiet whimpers escape you. You grow closer and closer to cumming as two of Bucky's fingers slip inside of you. "Gonna cum for me, love?" He mumbles against your clit, his eyes looking up at you through your lashes.
"Y-Yes! Please, Bucky!" You moan out while gripping the sheets.
His fingers rapidly pump into you as his lips suck on your clit. "Cum on my fingers, doll," Bucky tells you and brushes the tips of his fingers against your g-spot.
Your toes curl as you cum on his fingers, breathy moans leaving your lips, Bucky continuing to finger fuck you through your orgasm. You grip Bucky’s wrist, pulling his fingers out of you so you can breathe.
"You're breathtaking when you cum," he whispers against your thigh, giggles leaving his lips.
You playfully roll your eyes as your chest heaves rapidly, slowly coming down from your high. "I have never cum so hard in my life," you confess and feel your cheeks heat up.
Bucky hums and presses a gentle kiss against your pussy, a short groan escaping you. "I'm glad. You'll be doing it more often too."
Bucky rolls off of you, both of you breathing heavily. "Holy shit," he laughs and turns his head to face you. His heart flutters in his chest at the sight of you and Bucky reaches his hand out, turning your face towards him.
A blush covers your cheeks when your eyes meet his ocean blue orbs. "What?" You chuckle nervously, shifting so you're laying on your side.
"I love you," Bucky breathes and leans in to kiss you. A groan escapes your throat, his tongue slipping past your lips and starts battling with yours.
"Mm, Buck," you push on his chest and break the kiss. The brunette rests his forehead against yours, his nose nudging yours slightly. "I love you, too."
You hook one of your legs over his waist and cuddle yourself into him. "I wanna take you out tomorrow," he mumbles against your forehead, his lips pressing soft kisses to your skin. "If you allow me to."
A light chuckle leaves your lips as you pull away from him slightly, looking up at him through your lashes. "Bucky, we just had sex and confessed our love to each other… of course I'm going to let you take me out," you tell him with a grin, your fingers trailing across his pecks. "Silly man."
"Listen here," Bucky chuckles and moves to kiss your bare shoulder. "I'm a little insecure, alright?"
"I know, but, you're fucking perfect, Buck," you mention while running your fingers through his hair. "So perfect."
The super soldier feels his cheeks heat up at your words. "What did I do to deserve you?" He whispers, feeling his fingers stroke your hips. "I'm so grateful for you."
Your heart flutters in your chest and you kiss the man's forehead. "You deserve the world, my love."
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soft hours: bucky comes back from a mission all pissed and mad at the world. you go to leave and give him some space before he grabs your hand and says “not you. i need you to stay” all timid and shy
the door slammed and you jumped, locking your phone and looking at bucky. he ripped off his jacket and slammed it onto the chair, heading to the kitchen and pouring himself a drink. you rolled your lips in between your teeth, tucking your feet under your butt and picking at the seam of your jeans.
bucky put the bottle away and slammed the cabinet closed, grabbing his glass and taking a sip. you picked your cuticles and blinked, taking a breath. "long day?" you ask softly and bucky chuckled, shaking his head.
"got a lead, then didn't, and lost the guy completely. all because i.." he stopped his sentenced and sighed, shaking his head. "i just hate everything right now"
you nod, rubbing his thigh and standing up. bucky furrowed his brow and grabbed your hand softly. you look back at him and he set his glass down. "where are you going?"
"you said you hated everything right now, so i thought i'd just give you some space" you smiled with your mouth closed and bucky softened his brows, giving you a smile and pulling you onto his lap. his arms wrapped around your waist tightly, your legs over his thighs with your arms around his neck, fingers in his hair.
"but of course not you, my love. i need you to stay" bucky smiled and kissed your neck, and you softly smiled as you ran your fingers over his cheek with hooded eyes. he looked up at you with kind eyes, kissing you softly.
"i'll never leave unless you tell me to" you whisper, holding his head up with your fingers underneath his chin. he smiles and nods, kissing you a little bit harder. "do you want to talk about your day?" you asked and kissed his jaw, rubbing your fingers up and down his arm softly with your head on his shoulder.
"no, not right now. i just want to hold you and forget about today for a bit. we can talk about your day though" bucky replied and you chuckle, kissing his temple and bucky laid his head on your chest. he pushed his weight on you, the both of you falling onto the couch with a laugh. you and bucky just laid there, with him laying in between your legs, head on your stomach as you combed your fingers through his hair.
"hey," you startled bucky, who looked up at you. you smile, running your fingers over his eyebrows. "i love you, handsome"
bucky smiled from ear to ear, rubbing his thumbs over your hips. "i love you more, dollface" he kissed your stomach a couple times then bit down softly, making the both of you laugh.
this is what bucky always dreamed of. someone to come home to who could make him smile even after the worst of his days, and he found that in you. bucky found his home in you.
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Just another day wishing to be squished by the thighs of marvel actors.
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And then there were three… || Bucky Barnes
Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader; The reader is Bucky’s girlfriend.
Summary: Bucky visits Y/N's quite large family for the first time. When he realizes how good Y/N is with children, he's desperate to give her one of their own.
Written in third person point of view.
Warnings: Smut, NSFW, breeding kink/pregnancy fetish, bathroom sex, slight mirror sex, slight degrading, slight lactation kink, gags, mouth-fucking, lots of dirty talk, oral (female receiving), fingering, vaginal penetration, overstimulation, squirting, choking, rough sex, unprotected sex, & mild language
Important notes: All mistakes are mine, some specified details about the reader (only in regards to family - number of siblings, family member names, family age order, etc.), long hair Bucky :)
Word count: 2.6k+
A/N: Long-haired Bucky is daddy 👁👁
“Fuck, I don’t wanna go anymore,” he muttered, leg bouncing uncontrollably.
“Bucky! You’ve met my parents-”
“Yeah, your parents! What the hell is everyone else going to think about me - your...ancient fucking boyfriend?”
Y/N sighed, her lips littering kisses at the expanse of his neck as she gave him the most reassuring hug he’d ever received, apart from Steve’s, of course.
“They’re gonna love you, Buck,” she spoke softly, pure adoration in her eyes as she cupped his face in her hands.
Bucky had been preparing for this moment, backing out last moment nonetheless. Her parents loved Bucky with every bit of their soul, the rest of her family would love him undoubtedly. She pecked his lips numerously, hoping that his nerves would be eased a bit.
“C’mon, they’re waiting for us.”
She walked around to his side, leaning against the car as he stood on his wobbly legs. She chuckled, throwing her arms around his neck before placing one last kiss upon his lips.
“You have nothing to worry about, baby.”
They approached the front door of Y/N’s parents’ house, Y/N reaching forward to ring the doorbell before grasping his hand in both of hers. She squeezed faintly, kissing the skin right beneath his jawline. The door swung open seconds later, Y/N’s dad greeting both her and Bucky with open arms.
“Y/N! Bucky! We were wondering when you two would get here.”
Bucky easily tensed at the obvious sound of clamor further in the house, forcing a chuckle at her father’s words.
“Come on in, it’s cold out.”
Y/N easily shrugged her jacket off amidst the monsoon of warmth in her parent’s home.
“Buck, I’m warning you already - there are at least ten people that you have to greet, fifteen at most.”
His shout was nothing more than a whisper amongst the commotion in the kitchen.
“Yeah, ten to fifteen, so chop chop.”
She placed a delicate hand on his upper back, leading him to the kitchen where she was greeted by the entirety of her family.
Her family didn’t take her entrance lightly, all bouncing on their feet to greet her. A young teenager was first to approach Y/N in a bone-crushing hug, lifting her off of her feet.
“Jesus Christ, when’d you get that strong, Amber?” Y/N chuckled, patting the girl’s back as she hugged her. “Amber, this is my boyfriend, Bucky. Bucky, meet my niece, Amber.”
“Bitch, I’ve been waiting for four fucking hours. Do you know how crazy I was going without you there to crack a joke every ten seconds?”
“I’m sorry, Josh, we got stuck in traffic. And then this one got too nervous so I had to give him a little pep talk in the car,” she chuckled, her eyes gleaming as she spun ever so slightly to look at Bucky. “Bucky, this is my brother Josh-”
“Aka, her favorite,” he added with an overly dramatic eye roll, scoffing when Bucky held his hand out for a handshake.
His arms wrapped around Bucky instantaneously.
“Bucky, I’ve heard several great things about you,” his eyes glanced downward for a second, the three of them failing to contain their laughter at her brother’s insinuation. “I may not appear strong, but I won’t hesitate to slap a bitch for my sister. I haven’t seen her this happy since she first got dick in high school-”
“Whatever. Just...don’t break her itty-bitty little heart. Trust me, you don’t want to hear her bitching about how dirty you did her.”
“Oh, I’ve heard her bitch before.”
Y/N’s eyebrows furrowed, her jaw hanging ajar.
“Good, then you know not to fuck her over.”
She rolled her eyes, allowing the pair to continue conversing while she greeted the rest of her family. Bucky would catch up one way or another. Bucky was easily getting along with her family, a smile making its way to Y/N’s face as she helped her mom finish the last of the dishes.
“This is what you’ve been waiting for, isn’t it?”
Her mom brought her out of her thoughts, Y/N nearly burning her hand as she carried a pot from the stove to the island.
“Yeah. I mean...h-he doesn’t have a proper sense of what it’s like to be loved. He doesn’t even know what it’s like to be part of a loving family. It kills me to think about it but I’m happy that he stumbled into my life. I don’t know where he would’ve been if I hadn’t met him and I sincerely wouldn’t wish to know,” she stuck her finger into the bowl of custard, stealing a taste before her mother could catch her.
“And I hope he knows that he’s officially been welcomed to our family,” her mom added with a soft smile.
The image of her siblings, her in-laws, nieces, nephews gathered around the love of her life was enough to make her heart explode. At that moment, she knew for sure that she’d spend the rest of her life with that man.
/Hours had passed, everyone had finished up their dinner. Bucky had swapped places with Y/N, Bucky and her dad now taking care of the dishes and the dessert. Y/N leaned on her brother’s shoulder, indulging in fits of laughter as they looked over pictures from when they were still babies.
“So mom, you weren’t lying when you said I was trying to kill Nate?”
“Y/N, I was running for my life in this picture, what do you think?”
Their laughter had died down a bit, Y/N sighing as she looked down at their most recent family photo. Y/N, her six older siblings, each of their spouses, and their children, and her parents.
“God, I can’t believe we’re this old now.”
“You don’t get a say in determining that we’re old. You’re always gonna be our baby.”
Y/N chuckled, throwing a pillow at her sister who sat on the other side of her brother.
“You little shi-”
“Amy, the kids are still here,” her mom teased, a few of her older nieces and nephews chuckling.
“Sucks to be the baby, doesn’t it?” Alex, her second older sister, pestered, ruffling Y/N’s hair in the process of carefully sitting on the couch.
Y/N rolled her eyes, reaching over to play with Alex’s baby.
“I’ve honestly had no problem raising him as of yet.”
Alex readjusted his positioning in her arm, leaning him a bit towards Y/N so she could take him. Y/N chuckled when his eyes ogled up at her.
“Hi, Aiden,” she booped his nose gently, earning a plethora of giggles from his toothless mouth. “Can I show him to Bucky?”
“Take him for however long you want,” her sister ushered her away, Y/N chuckling when she kicked back with a full glass of wine.
“Hey, Buck, I have a surprise for you.”
Her dad had just placed the last tray of her mom’s fresh-baked brownies on the island, flashing a smile on his way out of the kitchen.
“What is it, babe?”
When she turned around the corner with a baby being cradled in arms, Bucky’s eyebrows shot up.
“Woah, where’d you-where’d you get that?”
“Bucky,” she chortled, gently rocking the eight-month-old in her arms.
A certain image made itself comfortable in Bucky’s mind - Y/N with a bump adorning her stomach. Full and outright perfect. With a hand supporting her back and her fingers on the other dancing along her belly. Her breasts perfectly sitting atop her stomach, her face puffier than usual while she whined about the pain all over - her back, her legs, her stomach. Most of all, his hands roaming her aching body, peppering soft kisses along her inflamed skin whilst using his skilled hands to subside the pain.
“Earth to Bucky, you’re red as a tomato. I asked if you want to hold him.”
He wasn’t sure if he could be around her family any longer. He loved them within the span of one night, but he felt the urgency to plant his seed in their ‘baby’ right there and then. His breathing quickened, his heart pounding in his chest.
“U-Uh, I don’t...feel too good.”
“Why are you so jittery right now?”
She placed the back of her hand on his forehead, falling to his neck when she felt that his skin was perfectly fine. The tinge of red and sheen of sweat on his face said otherwise. His hand was quick to grasp her wrist, pulling it away from his skin and down toward his progressively growing bulge.
“I need to fuck a goddamn baby into you. Right now.”
The change in octave made her throat go dry, her mouth opening and closing to get one, just one, word out.
“Return the baby and meet me in the bathroom.”
Bucky was serious about this. Fucking in her parent’s bathroom. Many things raced through her mind, her hands shaking as she cautiously handed the baby over to her sister’s fiancé.
She used her current state to her advantage, blurting out, “I need to talk to him.”
It seemed pretty damn urgent, her family frowning at the thought of something possibly being wrong between the couple. She hurried to the bathroom, Bucky’s metal hand making quick work of the availability of her bare neck.
“God, you don’t know what you just did, do you?”
She simply looked at him with doe eyes, her stomach churning under his gaze.
“I’m gonna fuck you every day of the goddamn week until I see a positive pregnancy test.”
Her cunt quivered at the thought.
“You okay with that?”
She nodded, her scalp burning between the friction of the wall.
“Words, mama. I need words.”
She involuntarily whimpered at the nickname, her sex grinding down on his jean-clad thigh that resided between her legs, “Yes- god, yes. I want you to fuck a baby into me.”
Her pleas were so angelic, Bucky dropping to his knees without a second thought. He tugged her jeans down, grunting at the stiff fabric that encouraged her legs to stick together. He chuckled darkly at the wet patch seeping through her panties. His middle finger circled her nub through the pink lace, eagerly pushing the fabric aside once he earned a soft moan.
“Gotta be quiet, baby.”
His lips latched onto her cunt, tongue flicking back and forth effortlessly. It seemed as if he were a starved man enjoying his first meal after a very long time. His tongue showed no mercy to her throbbing core, sending shocks of ecstasy through her body. Her fingers carded themselves through his hair, smiling through the pleasure as her fingers were stopped by the hair tie keeping his hair back. He could only imagine the little fingers that would soon be tugging at his hair endlessly, turning his silky mane into knotty pellets.
“Fuck-” she whined, his fingers soon joining his mouth.
“You’re doin’ s’well for me, honey,” he praised, his free hand stabling her leg over his shoulder.
Her climax sat just around the corner, her back arching when his fingers grazed against her cervix.
He coaxed her toward her impending orgasm. His fingers curled inside of her once before her climax came crashing down. He stood to his feet, groaning when she took his fingers into her mouth without him commanding her to do so. His cock was freed from its confinement, Y/N’s hands working quickly to drop both of his bottoms.
“Impatient now, are we?”
“Just fuck me already,” she mumbled against his lips.
His hands grasped either of her hips, spinning her effortlessly so her upper half towered over the sink. Her nails scratched at his lower abdomen as his fingers tugged at her hair.
“I had to make mommy feel good before fucking a baby into her but it seems like she’s just being a whiny bitch.”
With an expeditious thrust of his hips, her mouth hung open in a silent moan. His hips snapped into her behind, the sound of skin slapping bouncing off the walls and echoing through the room.
“Buc-ky,” she stammered, catching his eyes in the mirror.
He easily stuffed his fingers into her mouth, his calloused skin fucking her throat as to keep her quiet.
“Gotta be quiet for me, doll-“
He hissed when she clenched around him, his hips staggering momentarily.
“We don’t want everyone knowing just how much of a slut you are for my cock, right, honey? Their sweet, precious little baby, Y/N, with my cock balls deep in of you. ‘M gonna make you a mommy ‘nd show them just how good I’m fucking you, doll.”
Her eyes rolled back, her back now against his chest as his cock ultimately ruined her. His fingers tugged at her shirt, hoisting the fabric to bunch just above her breasts. He yanked at the silky cups covering her supple flesh with much force, squeezing harshly at the mounds before pinching her nipples between his fingers. He stood flabbergasted, just imagining being able to watch her stocked tits bounce as he fucked her senseless.
“Your fuckin’ tits are gonna be full of milk. And you’re gonna share some of that with daddy, won’t you, baby?”
She nodded, nails scratching at any given acre of his skin, spewing out chants of, “yes, daddy!”
He grew rougher with time, one hand wrapped around her neck to keep her against the cool ceramic, and the other relentlessly stimulating her clit.
She saw flashes of white, a scream threatening to rip from her throat as she came around his cock, soaking both of their lower halves.
“Wanna let your brother know that I just made you squirt on my cock, too?”
Her eyes welled with tears as he didn’t stop once. There was a goal set in his mind, and hell, when Bucky set his mind to something, he wasn’t going to let it fail. His cock slid between her walls with ease, his tip simultaneously prodding at the spongy spot far into her pussy.
“Gonna shoot a fat load in you, doll.”
A whine ripped through her, her walls flexing harshly as she came once again. He grunted at the overly tight hug around his cock. Bucky’s hands flew to her hips, his thrusts lagging whilst slowly filling her with every drop of his cum. They panted, remaining still near the other as they came down from their highs. Bucky watched in awe as he pulled out of her, a combination of their release binding the two through a string.
“Was I too rough, honey?”
His voice was so smooth. So silky. No one would have a clue that he’d spent the last fifteen minutes absolutely wrecking Y/N.
“N-no,” she stammered, her current state screaming otherwise.
He helped her get dressed once he’d cleaned her, using a handful of toilet paper to soak up the soppy mess. She hummed against his lips after he too had gotten the chance to clean himself, her hands getting lost in his hair.
“Mm, I’m far from done with you, baby. When we go home, I want you to get your ass straight to our room so I can fuck you into the mattress. Clear?”
“Sounds delightful, Soldat.”
A few years down the line
“Mom, how did you and dad have me?”
Bucky nearly choked on the steaming coffee in his mug, coughing up a storm due to both the coffee and their child’s question.
“What do you mean, honey?”
“Like...when did you and dad decide that you’d have me?”
Their five-year-old was far too pure to endure the explanation, Y/N taking a shortcut as she thought back to five years ago.
“Well...” she looked over at Bucky who simply smirked to himself at the memory. “It all happened when daddy saw me holding your older cousin.”
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Lavender, Yellow & You
Pairing: Boyfriend!Bucky Barnes x Reader
Summary: Bucky’s journey from sleeping on the cold, hard floor to sleeping on the warm, lavender scented bed, all because of you.
Warnings/tags: a little angst if you squint, a lot of fluff, boyfriend!Bucky, extra soft!reader because that’s what Bucky deserves.
Word count: 2.4k+
A/N: please for the love of god listen to Shade Of Yellow by Griff for the whole experience, the cute lamp scenario came from there. Enjoy some soft boyfriend Bucky <3
It was like a routine by now—
He would make love to you for hours, tire you out successfully, wait for you to fall asleep and then move to the floor to sleep. He made sure to wake up before you so he can shift to the bed without you knowing anything about it.
Even though you and Bucky have been together for 7 months now, he wanted to take it slow and you understood why. He finally decided to take the relationship to the physical level 5 months later. Since then, he has spent every Saturday at your place. It’s been 2 months to that and he still couldn’t bring himself to sleep in a bed, right next to you.
As he’ll lay on the hard floor, he would pray for the nightmares to go away just for one night because he really doesn’t know what he’ll do if he gets nightmares when you’re in the same room as him. The cold against his warm skin would soothe his mind, sleep taking over him not long after.
It would be around 8am when his eyes shot open and his body jerked awake, gunshots and screams in his head from a nightmare woke him up. He quickly sat up, his eyes snapped towards your bed to make sure he didn’t wake you up
But you weren’t on the bed.
He frowned, wondering where you were when he turned to the other side, gasping when he saw you laying on the floor, curled up beside him. A pillow tucked under your head as you clutched the covers to your body.
He started to panic. He realised that you definitely knew he was sleeping on the floor and that was why you were also on the floor, next to him.
Even though the thought of you sleeping on the floor for him made his heart flutter, he was embarrassed because this is how you found out.
You found out because you woke up in the middle of the night to find your boyfriend asleep on the floor and not because he had a civilised conversation about it. Oh, he was so embarrassed.
He gently picked you up and placed you on the bed. As you stirred a little, he hoped that you wouldn’t wake up because he doesn’t know how he’ll face you after this. Thankfully, you stirred around a little before falling asleep again and he shifted to sit on the small couch in the corner of your room.
You woke up at 9am, you found yourself on the soft mattress, confused because you were pretty sure you shifted to the floor beside Bucky when you woke up in the middle of the night.
You heard the bathroom door opening when you saw him walk out, a toothbrush in his mouth as he searched for a towel. He freezed when he saw you but his shoulders relaxed when you gave him a pretty smile.
“Morning, Bucky” you said softly, your arms stretched out as you yawned.
“Hey” he said, turning around he rushed to the bathroom to wash the toothpaste out of his mouth and dried his face with the towel.
He was so prepared to talk this out with you but he was barely out of the bathroom when he heard you say,
“What do you want to have for breakfast?” You asked.
Your voice was so soft that it barely reached his ears. Bucky didn’t mind it though, he liked how you were so gentle and soft-spoken, it was peaceful.
“Pancakes?” He asked.
“Pancakes,” you nodded.
You walked to the bathroom, giving Bucky’s backside a playful spank as you walked by his side.
Bucky started to prepare the pancake mix while you brushed your teeth. He was confused as to why you didn’t question him about sleeping on the floor, he desperately wanted to clear the air, he wanted to tell you about the nightmares and why he can’t sleep on the bed, he just didn’t know how.
As you and Bucky sat around the kitchen counter, eating in peace, Bucky finally spoke up, “does your back hurt?”
You frowned, “what?”
“Your back, does it hurt?” He asked again, his palm flat on your lower back. He knew how the hard floor can be rough against the back sometimes, he knew.
“No,” you shook your head.
“You don’t have to lie to me” Bucky sighed as he finished the last of his pancakes.
“It kind of hurts but-”
Bucky didn’t hear the rest of it as he quickly got on his feet, his hands clenching and unclenching in a fist repeatedly.
“Bucky, I know, okay” you said as you got on your feet too.
“What?” He asked with a frown on his face.
You bit your lip as you fiddled with your fingers, “every time you spend your night at my place, you shift to the floor when I fall asleep”
Bucky looked away as the words fell out of your mouth.
“I know because I’ve seen you sleeping alone when sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night”
You continued when he didn’t say anything.
“I woke up last night and I was cold and I knew you were on the floor so I just- I just wanted to be next to you”
He looked up at you with wet eyes and a red nose, slowly walked back to where you were standing, he took your face in his hands and softly pressed his lips to yours.
Pulling back, he said, “I wanted to tell you but I just didn’t know how to”
You shook your head, “I know, I understand that, Bucky”
You brought his hands to your lips as you kissed his knuckles, yes, even the vibranium ones.
“We can talk about it when you feel comfortable to do so, okay?”
Bucky nodded his head, feeling thankful that you understood him even though he barely got any words out to explain himself. he was grateful for that.
“The bed just- it feels like a marshmallow, you know? Like it’s ready to swallow me whole”
You ran your fingers through Bucky’s hair as he explained why he slept on the floor. He told you about his nightmares, the softness of the bed making him feel panicked, the flashbacks to war, everything.
He was back at your place next week, spending the night with you as you sat on the floor, your back against the bed with his head in your lap.
“I understand that, a lot of veterans have that feeling, right?” you asked.
“Yes, they do,” he nodded.
“I don’t mind sleeping on the floor with you” you said slowly, watching as his face slowly turned in a frown.
“No, no, you’re sleeping on the bed” he sat up as he shook his head.
“I said no, Y/N”
You jutted your bottom lip out, your last attempt to convince him to let you sleep beside him but he wasn’t having any of it. He didn’t want you breaking your back for him.
You sighed, planting a kiss on his forehead, you climbed in your bed and Bucky laid right beside the bed, as you went to turn off your lamp, he stopped you,
“Can you keep that on” he said, “it’s dim anyway, barely gives off any light but you can turn it off if it’s gonna bother you”
You smiled as you stared down at him, “do you like the light?”
He softly nodded, “yes I- um I like it”
You watched as he slowly closed his eyes, the barely there yellow light fell on his face, the glow making his hard, manly face look so soft and young.
You smiled as you laid on your side, your hand falling down the side of the bed and touching Bucky’s shoulder. Your thumb caressing his warm skin in a soothing manner. You heard him hum in delight as sleep slowly took over you.
“I flipped my mattress today,” you said as Bucky walked inside your kitchen.
“What?” He asked as he placed the Chinese food on your kitchen counter.
“I flipped my mattress?”
“I mean, yes but why?”
“The other side of the mattress isn’t as soft as the side I sleep on right now so maybe, and this is only if you want to, maybe you can try sleeping on the bed tonight”
Bucky looked at you with a small smile, you were trying to make things better for him, he loved that about you.
After dinner, Bucky inspected your mattress and realised that yes, the bed was a little harder on this side.
He laid beside you, shifting a lot as he tried to find different positions that felt better than the previous ones.
You rested on your elbows, your face in your hands as you carefully studied his face for any reaction. You wanted to protect him, you were ready to push him on the floor if you saw any negative change in his face but you prayed it won’t go south.
“Sometimes I get erratic when I get nightmares,” Bucky whispered. He just wanted to give you a heads up.
He laid on his side, he decided that he liked it better when his whole back wasn’t flat on the mattress.
“Do you get scared?”
“Right now, I’m just scared about that feeling you get when you’re falling from a tall building in your dream, the soft mattress makes me feel like that and I hate it”
He was proud of himself for being so honest about this with you, he knew this meant that he was finally in a place where he could blindly trust you.
“If I hold you real tight, will it help?” You asked, biting your lip.
“Maybe we should test that out, doll” Bucky smiled.
Your arms automatically scooped his huge body and pulled him to your chest. His face was pressed between your breasts, hands grabbed your love handles, your chin rested on top of his head and his hair smelled like your shampoo.
“I bought some lavender scented candles, smell them” you exclaimed with a huge smile, shoving a lilac coloured candle jar up his nose.
“Oh- oh this smells good, actually”
“Right!” You beamed, “I read about how lavender helps you relax and sleep well so I thought we can light this up in the bedroom for a few hours when you’ll be staying over here”
Yes, Bucky slept just for a good hour before waking up with a nightmare the last time he stayed over and slept in your bed but he had to move to the floor again and it frustrated him more than ever so you thought it was a good idea to deal with his stress in the old fashioned way.
Bucky stopped chopping the vegetables when he heard you, heart bursting at the seams in awe. God, you loved him so much and he didn’t know how to handle it, you bought lavender scented candles for him for fuck’s sake.
He walked towards you, hands on your waist as he leaned in to peck your lips gently, “thank you”
“Anything for you, will do anything for you” you promised.
After dinner, he was engulfed in your arms, you rubbed his back up and down as the lavender scent lingered in the air and Bucky loved everything about tonight.
“Keep the lamp on” he mumbled, already half asleep in your arms.
“You really like this dim light, huh”
He hummed in agreement, his breathing slowing down to a peaceful pace. You kissed his lips one last time and pulled the covers over both of your bodies.
Bucky was so proud, he was so proud for spending one whole night on the bed with you. He didn’t wake up in the middle of the night, no nightmares but just the faint scent of lavender mixed with your vanilla body mist and your warm body pressed to his.
You even changed your shampoo to a lavender scented one and the next morning, you found Bucky’s face pressed to your pillow because he loved the scent of it. By now, both of you were sure that he was definitely a lavender boy.
He even started sleeping on the couch at his place when he wasn’t at yours. You bought him some lavender scented candles for his own place and you planned to buy him a similar lamp to the one which sits on your nightstand that he loves so damn much.
Tonight was just another night, him in your arms and the dim light of the lamp illuminated the corner of the room. You played with his dog tags as he talked for hours, about Steve and about how much he missed him and then he let you hold him close.
When his words slipped from his mouth in mumbles, you knew he was getting sleepy, your fingers continued to massage his scalp.
“Light on, got it, sarge”
He softly smiled.
“I love this shade of yellow, it’s calming” he let out a content sigh, “it makes me feel safe and sound which is rare these days”
He pulled your body closer, “you make me feel safe and sound”
You smiled, god he was so in love with you and you got so giddy just thinking about it, the happy tingles jittering all over your body.
“I’m going to buy you this exact lamp for your birthday if you love it so much” you shook your head as you giggled.
Bucky slowly opened his eyes, “or I can come running right back here to you when I miss it”
You bit your lip, your soft eyes gazing into his.
“Or maybe. . . you can bring all your stuff here and stay here every single night” you said slowly.
His eyes widened for a second as he registered your words, knowing exactly what you were asking.
“Are you- you sure, doll?” He propped up on his elbows as he looked at your face.
“Yes, I’m sure” you nodded, “want you here every single day, want you back home to me” you whimpered desperately, clutching his biceps in your small hands. You wanted to show him exactly how much you loved having him around.
Bucky smiled as he kissed you, nodding his head in agreement and you almost squealed with delight. He wanted to be back home with you every single day too.
Spending these 7 months with you, he still had a lot of things to figure out but he was absolutely sure about three things— he liked lavender scented things (especially your shampoo and the candles), his favourite colour was yellow (especially that lamp on your nightstand) and that he was truly, madly, deeply in love with you.
Can I please have one (1) fluffy, soft Bucky, pls and thxx😔
Feedback and reblogs are always appreciated <33
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𝐔𝐍𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐑; 𝚠𝚎𝚍𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚍𝚊𝚢, 𝚓𝚞𝚕𝚢 𝟻𝚝𝚑
✧ summary ─ he didn’t know what was this... feeling bloomed in his chest. he didn’t have a name for it. the only thing he knew was to own, own and own.
✧ pairing ─ tfatws!bucky barnes x reader
✧ warnings ─ smut, +18, jealous!bucky is a thing, he holds a bit grudge, possessive sex, dirty talk at its prime, eMotiOnS aPpeArS™, rough sex, hot af make-out session, marking, biting, assuarances happen, mentions of previous relationship (on reader’s side), pussy slapping, slight dom!bucky, orgasm delay
✧ a/n ─ we’re tapping into things now 👀 we still have ways to go, but it doesn’t mean i can’t stir things up, right? hope you liked it! please leave a comment if you do! thank youuu <33
Three days later found you out with your friends after an early clock-out day at work. You were at a bar, drinking and eating and just chatting about anything and everything. It had been a while since you had a gathering like this, and honestly, you missed it. You’ve been craving a night out like this so much that you hadn’t checked the time until one of your friends said that they had to go.
“Oh shit,” you cursed when you saw it was almost 9PM. “I gotta flee, too.” Your friends chuckled with a light grimace on their face.
“What’s the rush, damn,” said one of them, and you rolled your eyes. You quickly put on your coat on and put your things into your bag, swinging the strap over your head. You apologized to them for rushing out like this when you would have liked to stay a bit longer, but you had an appointment with Bucky and didn’t want to ditch him. You missed him something terrible in the passing week.
“Want a lift?” You friend, Luke, asked. He was the one who had to leave and made you realize the hour. You felt your cheeks heating up.
“If you don’t mind, it would be amazing,” you said. He smiled widely.
“Of course not! Come on.” He waved his hand towards his car, and both of you walked to the vehicle. You got into the passenger seat, putting on your seatbelt. “Tonight was nice,” he said as he backed out from his parking place. You hummed approvingly.
“Yeah, it was,” you nodded. “I missed having the gang together.” Luke chuckled.
“Me too,” he said. “We are working way too much. We should do this thing more often.” You nodded again because he was right. Luke swiftly drove to your address. He knew it already because he had given you lifts some time ago. You were content being silent, but apparently Luke had a different idea.
“So, uh,” he started. You let out a questioning sound and turned your head to him. “Are you, uh, seeing someone?” You froze momentarily. It was a nice question, though. Were you seeing someone? You frowned as you remembered the talk you had with Bucky about having a real relationship. Feeling your mood sour a bit, you shuffled on your seat lightly. “If not, I would like to take you out on a date.”
Shit, you thought. Luke was a nice guy, and the last thing you wanted to do was to lead him on and break his heart. You couldn’t go on a date with him, though. Not when you said Bucky that you weren’t ready for a relationship. It was a hypocrite thing to do. You sighed.
“I’m not ready for a relationship, Luke,” you murmured as softly as you could. “I don’t want to date with anyone any time soon. My last relationship was really bad, and I’m still not totally out of it.” You looked at him. “I’m so sorry.” Luke looked at you briefly before turning his eyes back on the road. He put a false smile.
“That’s okay,” he said because he was the nicest guy. “I understand.” He cleared his throat. “I know your last relationship was… troublesome. I get it.”
“Thank you,” you told him sincerely. He sent you another smile, but this time it was more genuine. You looked out of the window when the silence settled between you once again. Luke turned right and pulled in front of your building. “Thanks for the lift,” you said. Luke shrugged.
“Anytime, squirt.” You snorted and rolled your eyes. With a last second decision, you leaned in and kissed his cheek.
“Take care,” you said and opened your door.
“You too,” he yelled behind you. You waved and closed the door after stepping out. You watched him drive away and sighed. You dodged a bullet, you knew it. If the timing were right, you and Luke would make a good couple, you knew this, too, but you weren’t ready. You didn’t know when you would be, to be honest.
Turning around to get into the building, you lifted your head only to see Bucky leaning against the tree next to the building entrance. You gasped lightly because you weren’t expecting to see him.
“Hi!” You said. “Didn’t expect to see you there,” you chuckled. Bucky pressed his lips together and nodded.
“I came five minutes ago, but when you didn’t answer your door I thought I could wait here,” he explained slowly. “Figured you probably stayed after hours for a last minute work.”
“Ah,” you said. “No, we clocked out early today and decided to hang out with a couple other friends from work.” You smiled at him. You quickly climbed the stairs. “Come on, let’s get inside.” You unlocked the building door and slipped inside, holding the door open for him. Bucky followed you with a clenched jaw, eyes stern and demeanor distant. You frowned slightly but didn’t say anything. Simply turning around, you climbed up the stairs quickly. You wanted out of your work clothes.
As soon as you walked into your apartment, you sighed happily and took off your heels. They had been aching your feet for the last couple hours, and you were very happy that you finally got them out. You shed your coat, dropping your bag next to your shoes. You unclipped the tie in your hair and swung your head to your sides to relax your hair a bit.
“What did you do today?” You asked Bucky. Your feet were silent on the floor as you walked up to your fridge to get some water. “I hope you did something fun.” You eyed him while sipping your water. Bucky shrugged. He took his jacket off and toed off his boots.
“Hung out with Sam,” he said with a flat voice. “Walked around the neighborhood. Had lunch with Yori.” He sniffed lightly as he took his gloves off, too. “You know how he is.” You hummed, approving. “How about you? What did you do today? Other than riding with a strange man?”
“Oh, I got to hang out with my friends!” You said excitedly, not hearing his jab. “It had been so long, Bucky, I missed them so much!” You filled another glass of water for yourself and downed it in one-go. “All of us are very busy or too tired to hang out, but today we had time and decided to have dinner while all of us were present. I had real fun.” Bucky nodded.
“That’s good,” he murmured and walked further into the kitchen, getting closer to you. Your frown made a comeback, and you watched Bucky.
“Are you okay?” The question fell from your lips. “You’re acting a little… distant.” You blinked. “Was it something I said? I’m really sorry.” Bucky was quick to shake his head.
“No, no, it wasn’t something you said,” he murmured. He cornered you against the counter, leaned in until your noses were brushing against each other. “It’s just… Who was that guy? The one that gave you a lift? That you laughed at something he said? That you… kissed his cheek?” Something flashed in his eyes. “I thought you said you weren’t ready for a relationship…” You shivered lightly at his dark voice tone.
“He’s a friend from work,” you murmured. “Luke, he’s, uh… We’ve worked together for four years now.” Bucky hummed. He lifted his right hand and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, his knuckles stroking your cheek softly. “There’s nothing romantic between us,” you added for good measure. “Not for me, at least.”
See, you shouldn’t have added that, but it was out of your mouth once, and you couldn’t exactly take it back. You wished you could because the spark went off in Bucky’s dark blue eyes were nothing if not dangerous.
“He has romantic feelings towards you, though,” he whispered. “Did I get that right, baby?” You whined softly and nodded. Bucky’s face hardened as he took the last step into your personal space and plastered you against the counter tightly. His face was right in front of yours; your noses were touching, and you could feel his breath over your lips. He grabbed your jaw in his large palm, holding your face tightly as he lifted your head and made you look at him right in the eye. “He can’t have you, baby,” he whispered darkly. “If he tries, I’ll hurt him. You hear me? No one can have you but me.” You whimpered.
“Bucky…” You breathed, but he hushed you with a thumb on your lips. He leaned in until his lips right next to your ear.
“You’re mine, you hear?” He said, making you shudder violently this time. “You’re mine, and I do not share what’s mine.” He pressed his lips over your pulse, kissing and licking the sensitive flesh. “Say it, honey.” He nipped at your earlobe. “Tell me whose you are.” A whimper trapped in your throat, you pressed your body against his.
“Yours,” you whispered. Your head was thrown back, your throat exposed to his ministrations. “Yours, Bucky, no one else’s.” You heard him growl threateningly.
“Damn right,” he whispered back, and then his lips were onto yours.
The kiss was downright filthy. It was the most passionate and heated kiss you have ever shared with someone. His lips were wet with spit, kissing and stroking yours nicely, teeth digging into the meat of your own lips before they got sucked; you were high on pleasure already. His tongue was licking your bottom lip, asking for permission to slip inside, and you parted them. With a moan, Bucky crunched down a little and grabbed your thighs, hoisting you up. You wrapped your arms around his neck as you continued to kiss him breathless.
You gasped into his mouth when your back made contact with your bed. Bucky’s hands were already freeing you from your clothes; ripping open your shirt and pulling your skirt zipper down, soon you were naked before him. You felt a lick of heat all over your body under his dark gaze and whimpered at the feeling. Bucky shushed you before he pulled his own clothes off.
As soon as both of you were naked, he draped his body onto yours and started sucking little hickeys all over your neck and chest, your nipples getting their own share from the abuse he was providing to your skin. You moaned. Your hands got tangled up in his hair, and you pulled on them. His groan made you feel tingly, your nipples harden and you gasp. You knew you were going to have some nice bruising going on in the morning, but you couldn’t care less.
“The way you feel under me,” he groaned, lifting his head. “It’s divine, pretty.” He gave you a quick, dirty kiss before put his mouth on one of your nipples. You cried out hoarsely. He hummed. The vibrations made you arch your back, pushing your nipple into his mouth even more. His hand grabbed your other breast. His fingers were quick to toy with the ignored nipple there.
“Bucky!” You cried out once again. He pulled back with an obscene ‘pop’, lifting his head, he smirked. You looked at him breathlessly.
“Was making sure you knew whose you’re, honey,” he whispered hotly. “Gotta let him know, y’know? He’s not to mess with my girl.” You moaned brokenly and pulled him down for a kiss.
He shouldn’t have made you feel this way; owned and cherished, but he was. He was rough with you, but his hold on you was gentle. His words were calculated, somehow; he was being careful not to use macho words, and you couldn’t help but preen under his thoughtfulness.
“Bucky…” You breathed. Your hands clawed his shoulders, signaling him to come up desperately. With a pleased hum, Bucky complied. He gathered your thighs up on his elbows and bent you in half, kissing you that way. You let out a soft groan. Bucky answered you with a grunt.
“Grab a condom, pretty,” he whispered against the hollow of your neck. You stretched on your side to do as he said and grabbed a condom, making a quick work of ripping it open and handing it to him to put it on himself.
“Come on,” you whispered impatiently. He kissed the valley of your breasts, licked over your nipples and bit them gently. He was rubbing his scruff against them, too, and you moaned. “Bucky!” He chuckled, it was a dark sound. He pulled off for a second to slip the condom on, and then you were caged and bent in half once again.
“Whose you’re?” He asked. His eyes were on you, lips right above yours and nose touching your own. You whined. You could feel the tip of his cock brushing against your entrance, smearing your juices around. “Answer me!” He snarled. He grabbed your jaw and brought you back to the present. “Whose you are?”
“Yours,” you cried. “’m yours! Yours only, Bucky, please!” You heard him groan. He brushed his cock against your wet and aching core, rutting against you a little. “Please,” you begged. “’m yours, yours. He’s no one, ‘s only you, Bucky, plea─”
Bucky growled and slammed into you with one thrust. You cried out, moaning loudly after that. He was filling you so nicely, to the brink, balls resting against your crack, and you felt drunk on the pleasure. Without giving you a proper time to adjust his length, he started moving at a rapid pace. You scrambled to hold onto him; your hands came to rest at his thighs and nails digging into the meat of them. Bucky groaned at the light pain your nails caused. His hips were moving fast. It was almost too much and nearly not enough. He was everywhere, but you didn’t feel consumed. Not yet.
“Fuck, baby girl, look how gone you’re,” Bucky babbled. His lips were parted; they were shiny with spit and red and swollen from all the biting and kissing. His eyes were totally black now, no blue was in sight, only his blown-out pupils. The lust gave his features a dark edge. He looked like a wild animal as he took pleasure from your body but gave more than he was taking right back. “Yeah, honey,” he murmured. “Moan, scream, lemme hear you, c’mon.”
You gasped when he scooted forward and changed the position of his hips a little. He was in deep. He was in so deep that you felt his cock in your throat. With every thrust inside, you felt like you were suffocating in the best way possible.
“B-Bucky─” You stuttered. He answered you with a deep groan. His pace was punishing, strong and fast. You felt close to coming but at the same time very far from having your orgasm.
It was the best torture.
“He will never get to make you lose it this way,” he whispered. “Only I can give you this amount pleasure, you hear me, baby? He doesn’t know how to fuck you, but I do. I know your body like I know the palm of my hand.” He gave you a dirty kiss and licked a fat line from the valley of your breasts to your jaw. You shuddered violently in his arms. You felt one of his hands leaving your thigh and moving on your front.
“Fuck!” You moaned loudly when his thumb started to rub your clit. You were being stimulated both from inside and outside, and the edge seemed incredibly close now. “’m close!” You cried out. “’m gonna come!” Bucky growled.
“No, you won’t,” Bucky snarled. “Hold it until I say you can let go.” You whimpered. “No, hold it, love.” You felt tears stinging in your eyes, but you did as he said. You tried to hold back your orgasm as he continued to abuse your clit and pussy, his cock stroking all the sweet spots you have. He was getting close himself, you could see it in the frown he had on his face.
“Bucky,” you panted when he flicked your clit. Your legs were trembling where they were resting on his elbows. “Please!” You hiccupped.
“Not yet,” he grunted. “Hold it a bit longer, baby, know you can do it.” He kissed your lips sweetly. You sighed into it. Your hands now moving up down on the back of his thighs, you gasped when his next thrust made starts explode in your sight. “Oh,” he chuckled meanly. “That the spot, huh?” He murmured more to himself and hit it again and again until your legs were shaking like leaves on his hold. “Fuck,” he cursed and let out a hoarse, deep groan. The sound of him lost in the pleasure had sent a shiver down your spine.
“Come on,” you whispered. “C’mon, bubba, come for me,” you kissed his nose. “Know you’re close, c’mon, let go for me.” You clenched around him and swallowed a gasp in the meantime. Bucky gasped. His hips were moving even faster like it was possible, and you felt mad with the feeling of his cock in you and his body draped over yours, orgasm lingering dangerously close and your control was about to slip. “Let go,” you moaned. “Come on, please, come!”
“Motherfu─” His curse got cut off as he started shooting into the condom, hips stilling and a loud moan being ripped from his throat. You hummed out a groan. Your legs were shaking still, awaiting orgasm was making your pussy quiver around him. Breathlessly, Bucky pulled out. You whined at the loss of him. He shushed you softly and flipped you on your belly. You raised your hips high in the air and earned a smack on your ass for it. You hummed happily.
“Goddamn, sweetheart,” he rasped. You wiggled your ass. The bed moved lightly, and you saw the condom being thrown into the small bin next your bed. He brushed his wet cock against your equally wet pussy and made you moan into the bedding. He manhandled you until your legs were closed and his thighs were on the sides of your own. He slipped his cock between your thighs, and his cock head brushed against your clit. You gasped.
Bucky groaned. His hips started to move again. The wet sound was more audible this time, and you felt your eyes rolling backwards. Each drag of his cock between your thighs meant your clit getting stimulated, and you were this close to coming.
“I know,” Bucky murmured. “Sssh,” he kissed your shoulder. “Trust me.” You nodded as you sniffed and swallowed a whimper. He kissed your shoulder again, rubbing his scruff against your skin. He pulled you up; your back was to his chest, he brought one hand down your pussy. “God, you’re so wet,” he groaned. With a last second decision, he separated your legs, placed them on the either side of his, total opposite of your first position, and continued to thrust against your pussy.
“Fuck,” you breathed. Your whole body was tense, shivering with the too-much-not-enough-please feeling. You could feel your slick being smeared all over his cock and your inner thighs.
“You can come when I say you can, alright?” Bucky panted into your ear. You nodded. “Mm, good, brace yourself.” You frowned, but before you could ask what was happening, his hand slapped your now-exposed pussy lightly.
“Fucking─” You gasped at the light pain and the sudden contact. Bucky groaned behind you. His thumb rubbed your clit for a couple times, and then he slapped it again. You moaned loudly. Your nails were digging into his flesh forearm. “Please!” You begged. “Fuck, please, Bucky!”
“Two more,” he whispered. He was still rutting against your pussy. You shivered. “Two more and then you can come, okay?” You licked your lips and nodded. He kissed your jaw and neck, biting your earlobe. You whined. Cooing at you gently, he gave you a harsh tap right over your clit. You cursed as your hips bucked against his. Bucky grunted. “One more.” You licked your lips, breathless. Bucky’s hips were moving very quickly now. His breaths were coming out as harsh exhales, and you knew he was close to coming for a second time. “Ready?”
“Yes!” You moaned. He hummed.
“Together, alright, baby? I’mma give you one more and we’re gonna come together,” he panted. He thrusted a handful times, letting the anticipation built. You whined. Your hips were meeting with his thrusts when his hand came down harshly onto your clit, and you came on his cock with scream. Bucky grunted as he, too, came on your pussy, marking you. Your orgasm had never felt this intense, you thought. Your muscles were twitching and cramping lightly. Your pussy was clenching around nothing, but the orgasm was still as strong.
“Holy shit,” you whispered as you let yourself face-plant on the bed. Bucky chuckled lightly as he followed you. Both of you laid down next to each other for a little while. The silence between you wasn’t the disturbing or awkward kind. It was peaceful. You hated to ruin it, but there were things that should be talked about, you thought.
“I’ve never seen him as a potential lover, you know,” you whispered. You felt his body froze next to yours. “I’m not gonna lie to you, Bucky. I know that if Luke and I were to meet at some other time and place, we’d make a good couple. He’s a nice guy, funny and charming, but it’s not the right time and place for us.” You turned your head to look at him, finding him already looking at you. “I’m still not over my last relationship, to be honest, and that is actually why I’m not ready to take that step. Not with him and not with you. Not just yet.” You lifted your hand to brush his hair back. “I do enjoy the intimacy we share, though. I like the way you look at me and call me all the nice pet names. I like it when you tell me that I’m beautiful because my ex-boyfriend didn’t make me feel that way. He made me feel like I’m this trash that he has to tolerate.” You sighed. “I know you’re not that kind of a guy, but I still cannot help but to… expect something, you know? For some reason, I’m still waiting for him to pop out of somewhere when I’m expecting the least and for other shoe to drop. I have to get rid of that feeling first. I have to learn to trust fully before I take that step again.” You brushed your fingers against his lips and felt him press a kiss there. You smiled. “All I’m asking from you is time,” you whispered, finishing your speech. Bucky watched you for a couple second before he lifted his body on his metal arm.
“I have nothing but time, sweetheart,” he whispered. “I’ll give you as much time as you need. I understand the feeling. You need to learn to trust people fully while I have to learn to trust myself and my own mind. My trigger words might have eliminated, but the fear is still there.” He sighed shakily. “I’m waiting for that one day where I’m going to get triggered and turn into him again. Even though professionals made sure that that won’t happen in near future, I cannot help it ─ same as you. So, I get it.” He leaned in and pressed a kiss on your forehead. “I can do intimacy and call you all the pet names you want me to.” He smiled and booped your nose cheekily. “I’ll make you feel the prettiest and sexiest woman in the world that I have ever come across with in the meantime, I promise.” You smiled at him back, grateful for his understanding.
“Thank you,” you murmured. He shrugged. “If you ever want to talk about anything, I’m all ears.” His smile widened.
“I know,” he said. “Same thing applies to you, too,” he added. “In fact, say the word and I’ll pay a visit to that trash bag of yours. I’ll just flash him some metal and grin.” He wiggled his eyebrows with a shit eating grin on his face. You snorted.
“Dork,” you murmured. He grinned even wider and sent you finger-guns. You giggled. He joined you as he dropped back on the bed. You quickly cuddled up to his side. His arms wrapped around you, and you felt a kiss on your temple. You sighed happily. You lay like that for a while. Both of you dozed on and off, exchanged kisses and cuddled even closer.
“By the way,” you said. Bucky hummed questioningly. “You were so jealous.” He froze momentarily before he grunted. You chuckled. “Like… So jealous. Possessiveness was oozing off of you.”
“Shuddup,” he grumbled. You giggled.
“Come on, admit it,” you pushed it a bit more. “Admit that you were jealous.” He rolled his eyes. “You saw me kissing his cheek and went full caveman on me.” Bucky side-eyed you with a frown on his face and then snorted. “Bucky…”
“I said shut up, he grumbled once again. You buried your chuckle into his skin. “Wasn’t jealous,” he said, then. You raised a brow and looked at him in the eye. “I…” He started but trailed off, eyes locked with yours. Then, he rolled them. “I don’t have any excuses available right now,” he muttered, and you laughed. You lifted your body up on your arms and kissed him sweetly on the lips.
“I’ll take that as ‘yes, I was jealous’,” you said against his lips and kissed him again. He grumbled to himself unintelligently and rolled his eyes again.
“You’re dangerous,” he, then, said. “Danger to the society.” You snorted.
“We’re quite the pair, then,” you deadpanned. He looked at you for a second. Then, he kissed you.
“Yes,” he agreed. “Quite the pair.”
“July 18th. I’ll be there right after a mission,” Bucky sent you his usual text message, and you smiled.
It had been a long while since you changed his contact name from ‘Asshole’ to ‘dumbass (affectionate)’. It made you smile widely whenever you saw there was a notification from him.
“Alright,” you agreed. “I’ll be waiting, mister.”
Your answer was a kissy face that made your stomach to flutter and your heart to beat faster. It was a dangerous path you were going, but you didn’t know that he was right next to you and holding your hand while you walked down that road with tentative steps.
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