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kaysheartthrobsfics13 hours ago
Should鈥檝e Been Me PT.2 | S.R
Warnings: Angsty. Mentions of smoking. Some cursing. Mention of divorce. Mention of cheating. Mention of religious beliefs.
Summary: Part 2 of Should鈥檝e Been Me
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鈥 You almost had it!!鈥 You laugh as Bucky attempts for the fourth time to win me a stuffed bear at the carnival. 鈥 Alright my guy, how much for the damn brown bear?鈥 Bucky says to the guy making you laugh. 鈥 Ten鈥 he says and Bucky hands him a ten and the guy hands you the brown bear. 鈥 You didn鈥檛 have to pay an extra 10 dollars for the bear鈥 you say. 鈥 You wanted the bear so I was getting you the bear鈥 he smirks. You and Bucky were hanging around each other a lot. It鈥檚 been a year since the wedding or Steve and Peggy. For quite sometime after the wedding you were feeling down and not like yourself. All you did was work and go home until your friends started coming by to get you out of that funk. Bucky being one of them and the most attentive to me. Now that Steve was married they didn鈥檛 hang out as much so we spent a lot more time together which I wasn鈥檛 complaining, he had been great. You were actually developing a small crush on him.
鈥 You want to go on this?鈥 Bucky asks as we approach the tunnel of love. 鈥 Isn鈥檛 this for couples?鈥 You giggle. 鈥 It鈥檚 the only thing we haven鈥檛 been on, why not鈥 he shrugs and you blush. 鈥 Why not鈥 you agree. Before Bucky can go to the ticket both to get us two tickets for the ride, you hear someone call you names. You turn to see Steve and Peggy. You hadn鈥檛 seen them since the wedding. Well, you saw Peggy at the grocery store once but you immediately walked to the other side of the store to avoid her.
鈥 Hey, what鈥檚 America鈥檚 favorite couple doing here?鈥 Bucky says. Peggy comes up to you and gives you a kiss on the cheek. Even though you were jealous of her, you didn鈥檛 hate her. She was a very nice woman & it鈥檚 not her fault you and Steve aren鈥檛 together. 鈥 You look great love鈥 she smiles at you. 鈥 Thank you鈥 You smile. 鈥 How have you been?鈥 Steve asks giving you hug. 鈥 Good, you two look great! How was that honey moon in France?鈥 You ask. You were trying your best to move on from all this. 鈥 It wasn鈥檛 that great, I got food poisoning from the hotel room service鈥 Peggy says giving a look to Steve. I鈥檓 guessing it was his idea to have the room service. 鈥 Are you guys getting on this?鈥 Steve asks kind of out of no where. 鈥 Oh yeah, Y/N and I have gotten on everything here so might as well be a fake couple for 5 minutes and get on this classic鈥 Bucky says looking at you and you blush. 鈥 How sweet鈥 Peggy smiles. 鈥 I actually have something to talk to you about, can I get a moment?鈥 Steve asks and everyone kind of just looks at each other before Peggy speaks ups.
鈥 Let鈥檚 get a鈥 what is that you guys call it? Corndog!鈥 Peggy says to me and you nod giving one lays look to the guys. Steve seemed uneasy. You walk with Peggy towards the stand. 鈥 So you and Bucky huh?鈥 Peggy asks with a smile. 鈥 Oh uh, no we鈥檙e just having a friendly date鈥 you say but you feel your face blush. 鈥 Oh come on.. I see how you look at each other! Anyone with functioning eyes can see there鈥檚 a spark between you two鈥 she smiles. 鈥 He鈥檚 a good guy but I don鈥檛 know, he鈥檚 sort of always been.. kind of a womanizer鈥 you say and she chuckles. 鈥 All men are honey. Especially handsome men, when I met Steve he didn鈥檛 even have a clue how to talk to women but after he got the serum done he had all the ladies swooning off their feet. I caught him making out with my secretary鈥 I think that was his first kiss because he looked awful at it鈥 She says and you chuckle. 鈥 But here I am married to him just a few years later鈥 She says. For some reason she didn鈥檛 look as happy as she should be.
After you order your corndogs, you make your way back to the guys. They looked like they were heated in discussion. 鈥 Everything okay boys?鈥 You ask with a raised eyebrow. Sometimes Steve and Bucky were like brothers, fighting over stupid none sense so you always had to be the one to pull them back down to reality. 鈥 Yeah, we鈥檙e just talking about the Yankees鈥 Bucky says giving Steve daggers. 鈥 Come on let鈥檚 get on the ride鈥 Bucky smiles at you. 鈥 Thanks for the corndog Peggy鈥 You say to her. 鈥 No problem鈥 she says back. You and Bucky get in line and you notice Steve and Peggy getting tickets to go on too. 鈥 You okay?鈥 Bucky asks. 鈥 Uh yeah鈥 but what was that back there? It looked like you guys were arguing?鈥 You ask moving on in the line and Bucky smirks. 鈥 Just some stupid stuff from work, it鈥檒l bore your ear off. Come on we鈥檙e next鈥 He says helping you onto the ride. You guy sit and you look back seeing Peggy and Steve gettin on behind you. 鈥 I can鈥檛 believe you鈥檙e on this ride that鈥檚 meant for making out鈥 you say and Bucky laughs. 鈥 Yoi didn鈥檛 wanna make out? Aw jeez鈥 he tease making you laugh. He had his arm around you. He made you feel comforted and safe. 鈥 You know, I鈥檓 glad Steve didn鈥檛 get you. You deserve someone who will give you the world not someone who only cares about saving it鈥 Bucky says. 鈥 Woah where did that come from?鈥 You ask looking at him.
鈥 No where鈥 he says looking off into the distance. 鈥 Bucky鈥 you say and he looks into your eyes. 鈥 You remember Sally Harrison?鈥 He asks looking away towards the different things the ride had. 鈥 From grade school?鈥 You ask confused and he nods. 鈥 Sure but what does she have to do with this? Did you reconnect with her?鈥 I ask and he shakes his head. 鈥 Legs just say鈥 you鈥檙e the new Sally Harrison鈥 he says and you look at him weird until you realize why he was saying that. Bucky and Steve both had a crush on her when we were kids & they stopped talking for a few weeks when that happened.
鈥 Bucky- I鈥檓 sorry鈥 he cuts me off giving me a sad look. 鈥 He can鈥檛 do that to me, he made his choice鈥 you say and Bucky sighs. The remainder of the ride was spent in silence and with both of us lost in thought. Once we get off we make our way to Bucky鈥檚 car. 鈥 I didn鈥檛 want you to find out like this鈥 Bucky says after we get into his car and you look over to him. 鈥 You loved him for years鈥 didn鈥檛 know how to say it. Especially now that he found out you did all these years鈥 He says. 鈥 How did he find out after so long, he asked me to walk him down the aisle?鈥 You ask confused and Bucky takes a deep breath. 鈥 We went out to a bar a few weeks ago and I got a little drunk and confessed to him that I had feelings for you and I thought he鈥檇 be supportive but he wasn鈥檛. I asked him why & he said because deep down he had feelings for you鈥 He says and you get taken aback. 鈥 He鈥檚 married, that doesn鈥檛 make any sense鈥 you shake your head. 鈥 That鈥檚 exactly what we鈥檙e arguing about鈥 I鈥檓 sorry Y!N鈥 he says. 鈥 Can you please take me home?鈥 You say and he nods. The drive was quiet, we were both lost in thought. Once Bucky dropped me off home, I told him I needed a few days to think and that I鈥檒l reach out to him when I was ready. He understood.
You took a long hot bath and had a cigarette which you rarely ever do. You didn鈥檛 know what to do or what to feel with Bucky but you were really angry at Steve. After your bath you changed into your night gown and made yourself some tea. As you made your self some tea you hear a knock on your door. It was pretty late now so you wonder who that could be. You grab your robe and tie it around your waist once on and make your way to the front door. You check through your window to see Steve. You sigh. 鈥 What are you doing here so late?鈥 You ask once you open the door. 鈥 I need to talk to you鈥 he says. 鈥 Bucky told me Steve鈥ou鈥檙e not allowed to do this to me. You鈥檙e married鈥 you say and Steve sighs. 鈥 Can I please come in?鈥 He asks and you debate for a moment before letting him in. It was cold out.
鈥 I鈥檓 sorry for not telling you sooner but you didn鈥檛 tell me either Y/N鈥 He says and you scoff. 鈥 You were in love with someone else! You came back from war and you came back with her. What was I supposed to do?鈥 You ask and he looks at you with sad eyes. 鈥 Buckys been there for me this whole time, do you know how much you broke me after your wedding? I didn鈥檛 eat or sleep for days. I lost you forever and he was there taking care of me while he also felt feelings for me鈥 You say. 鈥 That鈥檚 the most fucked up thing of all, he was fixing my broken heart while he had his owns feelings for me. You got your happy ending Steve鈥 I still love you but you already made your bed. Now I suggest you go home to your wife before she starts to wonder where her husband went at this time of night. 鈥 She doesn鈥檛 love me Y/N鈥 I overheard her on the phone before the wedding鈥 he says. The tea kettle whistles interrupting you to and your quickly go over to your oven and turn of the burner.
鈥 So she doesn鈥檛 love you鈥 what do you want me to do? Be the mistress, only getting to see you every other night so people don鈥檛 suspect a thing鈥 divorces are practically impossible Steve. We鈥檇 have to leave Brooklyn. Hell we鈥檇 have to leave New York or America鈥 you scoff. His wedding was plastered all over the American news paper. 鈥 She wants to leave back to England鈥 he says and your snort. 鈥 Steve鈥 there鈥檚 not much else I could do for you here. I also am not going to get in the way of a friendship with Bucky. If I have to stop talking to both of you to save your friendship then so be it but I鈥檓 going to end up losing one of your and one of you is going to end up losing two of us too鈥 you say going to pour some tea for yourself. 鈥 Don鈥檛 do that Y/N鈥 if anyone deserves you it鈥檚 Bucky. I鈥檒l just have to suck it up. You both deserve to be happy no matter how much it鈥檒l hurt me鈥︹ he says but you can tell saying that, destroyed him. 鈥 I need some time to think, I鈥檒l call you when I鈥檝e had time to think鈥 you say to him, the same thing you said to Bucky. 鈥 Okay鈥 But whatever you do鈥 pick what you think is right for you. Not for us鈥 he says and with that he leaves my apartment shutting the door behind him and I quickly go and lock it. Tears spilling out of eyes as I do so.
A week and half later.
It鈥檚 been about 11 days since I鈥檝e last spoke to Bucky and Steve. I had to even call my sister who is in upstate New York with her husband and two kids because I鈥檝e been a mess. She stayed this past weekend with me to help me get my mind off these two men and tidy up my apartment which was before a mess due to my lack of cleaning and being in bed or sat on the couch listening to records all day. My neighbors would have to bang on my door to tell me to shut it off once it got too late because I would lose track of time and would leave music playing past 9pm.
I was in a better headspace, finally and I was going to talk to both Steve and Bucky today. I called them yesterday asking them to come to my apartment at 5pm today and it was almost time. I had been feeling nervous about this, I never thought I would have to be choosing between two of my best friends. Especially one who currently married, which made me feel awful. You were jealous of Peggy but she didn鈥檛 deserve to be cheated on even if what Steve says is true about her not being in love with him.
There was finally a knock on the door and you make your way too it taking a deep breath before answering it. Both men were standing in front of you with a nervous look on each their faces. 鈥 Come in鈥 you say to them and the both look at each other before Bucky steps in first. I close the door behind them. 鈥 Listen Y/N, you don鈥檛 have to do this- No, I need too. Before this situation gets even messier鈥 you say to Steve and you take another deep breath before speaking. 鈥 I love you both a lot, both in friendship form & romantically. I鈥檝e done a lot of thinking this past week and I鈥檝e finally chosen that鈥 I think I should step out of both your lives- What?!鈥 Steve says getting upset. 鈥 Y/N- Please let me finish鈥 you say hold up your hand and both men shut up quickly. 鈥 I would hate myself if I came in between your friendship, you two are brothers. You鈥檝e been through so much together including war that it鈥檚 really damn stupid of you two to let me drive a wedge in between you two. I know I鈥檒l be losing you both but that鈥檚 just a price I鈥檓 willing to take, I need you guys to promise me that you will never stop being best friends鈥 you say at this point you had tears streaming down your face and the guys had watery eyes as well. 鈥 Y/N- Promise me, please鈥 you say holding back a sob. 鈥 I promise鈥 Steve says in a monotone way. 鈥 I promise鈥 Bucky nods. 鈥 Now, Steve鈥lease get back to your lovely and beautiful wife. Go to the priest for counseling if needed. And Bucky鈥 you鈥檙e gonna find a beautiful woman one day who you鈥檙e gonna have an amazing life with, I鈥檓 sure sooner than you think鈥 you smile with tears still streaming down your face. 鈥 Are you sure about this?鈥 Bucky asks and you nod. 鈥 Yes, now please. Both of you go down to the pub and get a few beers. I know you two haven鈥檛 been talking鈥 you sniffle. They both nod and Steve gives you a very tight and long hug. 鈥 Please take care of yourself鈥 he says and you nod. 鈥 You two please never stop taking care of each other鈥 you say hugging Bucky next. You guys take one last look at one another and you walk them out the door watching them leave through the hallway of your apartment. What they didn鈥檛 know was this would be your last time seeing them because you have decided to move upstate with your sister for a new beginning.
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urmomsinmybed14 hours ago
His Best Friends Daughter
Bucky Barnes x Rogers!Reader au
warnings: mentions of sex, make out
(it鈥檚 been a while since i鈥檝e wrote something and actually posted it so hope you enjoy <3)
Bucky opened the door to Steve鈥檚 house, being greeted by the wagging tails of his two dogs. Steve had asked Bucky to come over while he was at work to fix the plumbing on the kitchen sink.
He immediately got to work, setting his tools down. After about a few minutes of messing underneath the sink he heard footsteps lead into the kitchen, he looked up to see who the footsteps belonged to and was surprised to see it was his best friends daughter, in a bikini, standing right over him.
鈥淢r. Barnes! what鈥檙e you doing here?鈥 You smiled down at him.
鈥淵our dad asked me to come look at the sink, didn鈥檛 know you鈥檇 be here.鈥
鈥淗ome from college for the summer.鈥 You reached down and held out your hand to help him up.
鈥淵ou鈥檙e still as hot as the last time I saw you.鈥
鈥楲ast time I saw you.鈥 meaning your graduation party where he fucked you outside against the house.
鈥淎nd you as well sweetheart.鈥 He smiled at you, and that smile was enough to make you weak to your knees.
He stood in front of you and you couldn鈥檛 help but throw your arms around his neck.
鈥淚鈥檝e missed you so much, no one at college can compare to you.鈥
He wrapped his arms around your waist, turning you around and pushing you against the sink. He took pride in what you said, it fed his ego.
鈥淕osh sweetheart, it鈥檚 been so long.鈥 He leant down to kiss you, completely forget about what he came he for.
You felt so good against him, your lips molded perfectly to his, your hands came up to tug his hair.
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allaboutloki2 days ago
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Bucky showing you his motorcycle and he is flirting with you
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existenceisfunny2 days ago
Misplaced Memories Three : The Words
A/N: Whats up Dangers! Its Existence here. Two uploads in a row... man Im on a roll! Well, anyways im gonna keep this short and sweet and just let you read. Love ya!
Link to "The Falcon, The Winter Soldier, and The Winters Shadow" Summary - HIGHLY Suggested.
Link to聽鈥淭he Falcon, The Winter Soldier, and The Winters Shadow鈥 first installment
Link to聽鈥淭he Falcon, The Winter Soldier, and The Winters Shadow鈥 second installment
Link to聽鈥淭he Falcon, The Winter Soldier, and The Winters Shadow鈥 third installment
Link to "The Falcon, The Winter Soldier, and The Winters Shadow" Official Soundtrack
Link to "Misplaced Memories One : Pete"
Link to "Misplaced Memories Two : The Funeral"
Words: 1,627
Summary: How Y/N got her Winter Soldier Program code words.
Warnings: None tbh, just some mentions of HYDRA.
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Growing up, HYDRA was the only thing I ever knew. I never had a childhood, a home, a sense of belonging. When I was born, within the first year of my life, I was sold off to them. Yada yada yada, unoriginal I know. It's not like I could do anything so don't come for me. But it's not all bad. I met Bucky, I'm a Stark, a Prodigy, hell I'm an Avenger. Talk about career change.
I ran before I could walk. I fought before I could write. I killed before I was even double digits. (four and a half to be exact) I went on my first mission before (what would have been) second grade. At first, I thought it was normal. Then I realized 鈥淲ow, what an idiot I am. Nobody here is my age.鈥 So yeah, not normal. When I realized that, I became鈥 obsolete. I refused to go on missions. So they turned me into a Soldier.
Then they gave me my words.
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The first time I ever saw a puppy, I was about One. I was with a HYDRA agent in the airport. He was undercover and I was just a prop. We were in line for security and I saw a K-9 dog. The dog was tan and black, its ears flopping down its face.
When I saw it, I tugged on the undercover agent's sleeve and pointed to the hound. He shook his head and gave a simple 鈥淣o.鈥 I stayed quiet after that. Every other time I saw a dog until I got my words, I would always gravitate towards it.
And as a young and docile kid, I guess that puppy would be one way to put it.
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It's no secret I'm short tempered. Really, it's not.
鈥淣o room for failure.鈥 They always told me. 鈥淥nly perfection.鈥
The sharp frustration pushed me to finish my task, learn the move, or take down another enemy. I trained with Bucky, he was the only one eligible enough for my own skill. I had always fought with anger even if I didn't know it. The rage blinded me to all my surroundings until I could only see my mission unless I finished it.
The first time I was truly angry was when I was Five years old. I was sparring against my trainer. Every time I was pinned, I would be shocked. The Soldat was there, he supervised and gave me pointers.
All the anger and rage pent up inside me until I knocked my trainer onto the ground. I punched him repeatedly until The Soldat had to rip me off of him. I stood in the ring and huffed, my knuckles were raw and red. A new tactic they tried on me so that I would work on my swiftness and discretion.
So yeah. I guess you can say I get angry.
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To be honest, yeah. I was lonely. I mean, I had Bucky. Like literally, his cell-thing was right next to mine. Whenever he wasn't in cryo, he would be right next to me. Most of the time when he was in that cell, he wasn't the Soldat.
The rooms were small. There was a bed, toilet, a shower, a sink, and a dresser. There were toiletries but nothing fancy. Just soap, shampoo, conditioner, a brush, and a stick of deodorant. It sounds鈥 okay when I say it like this but it was hell. Trust me.
For the most part, I went crazy in that cell. And crazy sticks. Irrational fears, anxieties, the whole thing. The only thing that was keeping me grounded was the hidden hole in the wall. The walls weren't that thick but they were definitely strong enough to keep us from escaping.
Bucky and I would talk through the hole for hours. Since we had no names, I only called him 鈥淔rate鈥 (Romanian for Brother) and Bucky called me 鈥淪or膬鈥 (Romanian for Sister). We had plans for if and when we would ever escape HYDRA. We would run to Romania and live on the beaches where we would be in peace.
They tried to make me lonely. They almost did.
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Well, I mean they literally named me 鈥淭he Winter's Shadow鈥. As a smaller, more agile soldier; I would typically go on missions with The Soldat. Since he was known as A Ghost, I was practically nonexistent. We looked like a good pair as well, people would just speculate we were siblings when we walked in public areas.
I was a shadow for the most part. I would follow you around but you would never pay attention or notice me until I struck. So following The Soldat was my purpose. The first time I was referred to as 鈥淭he Winter's Shadow鈥 was when I was just under Six years old.
The Soldat and I were returning from a mission where I was supposed to follow behind him and learn from watching. And believe it or not, I did pretty well. I chased after him, fighting people every once in a while using the tactics I picked up. Eventually, I was able to mimic his moves right after he did them.
We were in sync, as if I was his shadow.
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A hidden beauty. As a smaller child, I was easily concealed and hidden from view most of the time. Obviously I grew. Duh. But as a kid I was never the easiest to see. I was invisible to most people everywhere.
A victim of underestimation is what I was. Don't worry, I proved myself. It was awful. My talents were hidden and I could never truly display my skills. HYDRA always hid me, always used half of my potential.
I think they knew though. They knew what I was capable of. After all, I am the 鈥淧rodigal Daughter鈥. As soon as I realized what was happening, I would turn so quickly. They didn't want that, now did they?
So they hid me.
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Original. One of a kind. Unique. Special. That's what they called me. Oh and FYI, the list goes on. After my鈥 鈥淓ncounter鈥 at nearly Seven years old with the Tesseract, or Space Stone, I was gifted apparently. I was given the ability to transport myself through space almost instantly, or teleporting.
HYDRA used me, after that, for everything. Once I was able to control the 鈥済ift鈥 they sent me out on missions non-stop. They even upgraded my room. To a maximum security cell that prevented me from activating my powers. Special, my ass. I was their guinea pig.
After surviving the Space Stone, I was basically Play-Doh to them. There weren't any tests they hadn't run on me. Drawing blood, analyzing my brain activity, you name it. Hundreds of tries to see if they could replicate my powers in more Soldiers. Luckily, none worked.
Original is right.
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In the eyes of HYDRA, I was their prize. The prize they received from God for following their orders. I was the reward they received for believing that humanity could not be trusted with their own freedom. So they tried to take their freedom. And as their prize, I was also their tool.
HYDRA used my powers against everyone, including their own soldiers. They used me to train their soldiers. I would beat each one to a pulp until the next day when they would come back for more. It was kind of a cycle and I was always at the top.
Most of the time I wasn't training, on missions, or trying to learn control over my powers, I would be in my cell. At least they gave me a few things to keep occupied. Well, not really, they gave me the resources. I made a target out of my food tray and hung it on the wall of my new cell. I would take whatever nick-nacks I could find and sharpen them down enough to make a blade so I could throw it at the target.
No matter how you look at it, hells yeah I'm a prize.
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That's what I was. The key to discovering the next generation of weapons. After HYDRA lost the Tesseract, the only remaining power they had was given to them nearly 60 years later. Me. Surprise!
HYDRA said I was the key to their future. Even without firearms, they still had me advance their combat skills. Like I said, I trained HYDRA鈥檚 soldiers using my talents and powers. Luckily for me though, most of the soldiers I trained didn't make it past the Serum. It killed them off before I had to.
I like to think it's a good thing I didn鈥檛 unlock every door.
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The only time I ever saw real, natural sunlight was when I went out on missions. Other than that, I was cooped up in a lab or concealed cell in Siberia. Darkness was really the only thing that scared me. I'm scared of the dark, we all have our flaws don't we? It鈥檚 not like I'm terrified, I just don't like it.
In the late nights, I would just talk to Bucky. Though they upgraded my cell, they still hadn鈥檛 found the hole. Most nights, we couldnt sleep. So we would just resort to talking to each other until we did. It was then and those moments when I didnt mind the darkness too much.
What was awful about it though, is that when it touches someone, darkness absorbs you. It consumes you whole until theres nothing left.
Even without the light, darkness burns.
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袛芯 褋胁懈写邪薪懈褟.
Dasvidaniya-Until We Meet Again.
The knew. They always knew though, didnt they?
I would never be rid of them.
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A/N: Hey Dangers! I hope you enjoy reading because I did lol. Anyways, like I said, short and sweet :)
-Existence 鉂わ笍鈥嶐煍
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angrythingstarlight3 months ago
listen I KNOW mafia!bucky is always insatiable for his girl but can you just imagine wearing him out and he just fucks you for hours and hours and you still want more and he鈥檚 just like 鈥榞irl how I just- give me a minute to breathe, okay? Five minutes, that鈥檚 all I ask鈥
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Bucky can't get enough of you. Before him, you thought sex was boring and you didn't think you had a gpsot.
He quickly showed you how wrong you were. It's been his mission to make you cum in every position imaginable.
Anywhere and everywhere.
His car, bedroom, kitchen, club, resorts, private beaches, the bathroom in the reception hall after Steve got married, your office, his office.
And your gspot. Oh God, he lost it when he found out you had never cum before him. Not only did he show that he could find it, he makes it a point to show you how real it is each time he touches you.
You've felt so good in your life.
He's ruthless in his pursuit of making you cum. Over and over again. Determined to make you addicted to him.
Bucky collapses on top of you, pushing you into the tangled sheets, his sweat slicked chest sliding over your back with each shudder breath.
You turn your head, wiggling your arm free under your body to weakly pat his ass. "God Bucky, that was incredible," you pant, voice raspy and sore.
"I know." He replies, so arrogantly you almost roll your eyes.
Looking around you see a sliver of moonlight through the open curtains. The room cast in shadows and twinkling colorful lights from the city below.
You reach up and turn his wrist so you can see his black diamond encrusted watch
Bucky brushes his lips across the back of your neck, murmuring, "sleepy doll?" . Bucky traces over your lips with his thumb. "Let's get cleaned up and I'll have the chef makes us something."
You groan, stretching your arms outward, pushing your ass into him. "Or we can go one more round." You say, sucking his thumb into your mouth with a sultry moan.
Bucky blinks. He blinks again. "Doll. After I just-. You need to give me five minutes." He laughs incredulously.
Your mouth flounders open, heat flooding your face as he rolls over. Holding your hand over your face, you peek at him through your fingers. "Oh god Bucky, I sound so-"
Bucky leans on his elbow, smirking down at you. He pushes his damp hair back with his other hand. "Insatiable. Cockdrunk. Greedy."
You cover your face with a muffled shriek. Bucky laughs again, a deep belly laugh, as he pulls you into his chest. "And I love it. You were such a good girl before I ruined you."
"Yes, I was." You mumble into his warm skin.
"Now you're my perfect doll." Bucky slaps your ass, making you squeal. "Here's the plan, I'm going to clean you up, carry you downstairs, make you something and then eat your pretty, greedy pussy while you eat some strawberries."
You glance up at his face. "Bucky we don't have to, I can-." He cuts you off with a kiss.
"I didn't say no. I said five minutes. You think I can resist a pussy this good." He winks, sitting up. "Now get that cute ass in the bathroom."
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swtbbybarnes2 months ago
dirty thot for the day:
Riding buckys thigh while making out with steve...i鈥檒l just leave that right here 馃槶馃
饾惏饾惃饾惈饾惌饾悺 饾悽饾惌 | 饾惉.饾惈 饾惐 饾悰.饾悰
warnings: 18+ mature content no minors, thigh riding, making out, pet names (sweets, pretty girl), making out, a little dumbification (i think), nomad steve!!!!, if i鈥檝e missed anything please let me know!
word count: 1,327
a/n: OH MY GOD YOU ABSOLUTE GENIUS. THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR YOUR SERVICE THIS WAS INCREDIBLE TO WRITE. i hope you enjoy!!! likes and reblogs are appreciated!!
You and Bucky had been spending the entire day on the couch, flipping through whatever was playing on TV. Between ordering food, having a nap here and there, and waiting for Steve to come home, its safe to say you were getting pretty impatient.
Throughout the day you two had gotten rid of clothes from your bodies, piece by piece until you were just in one of Steve's shirts and your underwear, while Bucky was simply in his grey track pants.
When it was nearing seven at night and Steve said he would be back from his solo mission sometime tonight, Bucky could feel you getting restless.
Was it because you were tired and missed him?
Of course, you always miss him.
Was it also because of the ache between your legs and the feeling of the cool air against your wet panties?
Yes it fucking was, and you were very close to just pouncing on Bucky and dealing with Steve later.
You two had picked another movie about an hour ago, and every time you shift your hips under the blanket, Bucky's eyes go straight to your legs which are resting over his lap.
It wasn't until a sex scene appears on the TV that you decided you had enough, as you flung off the blanket.
Bucky watched with wide eyes as you sat up and pulled the shirt up and over your head, resting it on the back of the couch and sitting up on your knees.
"Sweets..." Bucky starts to say, knowing that Steve told you two to wait up for him.
Quickly shaking your head, you shuffle closer to him until your knees are touching the side of his thigh.
"Can't wait." You pout, hands smoothing over his thigh and dangerously close to his crotch. "Don't care about Stevie, need you now."
He watches as your hands continue to grip his thigh, patience running about just as thin as the material covering you right now.
"Please Bucky?"
You swear he had never snapped so fast, arms reaching over to take your panties off you, then wrap around you and pull you into his lap. Instead of getting you to straddle him fully though, he rests you on his left thigh.
Looking down at his leg, then back up to his face, he gives you a nod that says go ahead. The he leans forward, cool metal hand moving from your hip to your jaw as he holds it there, lips meeting your ear lobe.
"You wanna piss Steve off? Do it on my thigh sweets, make a mess for him to find when get gets home."
If words could make you come, you would have right then and there.
Bucky words aren't the only things that spur you on as your hips instinctively move forward and back, but the thought of Steve coming home to find the two of you like this...
God it was just as good.
Bucky's hand moves from your jaw to your throat as he kisses you, swallowing your moans.
His other hand stays on your hip while you rub yourself against his thigh, finding the perfect angle and rhythm so you hit your clit every time.
He continues to whisper dirty things in your ear as you tune the rest of the world out, mind being taken over by the pleasure.
It wasn't until the two of you hear a sudden thud from the other side of the room, when you pull away from him and both of your heads snap in that direction.
Your movements pause completely when you see his shadow standing in the door frame.
Arms crossed.
Still wearing his suit.
You and Bucky are both completely silent as he stalks across the room, light from the TV shining on his face and you see the full beard on his cheeks.
"You two really couldn't wait?" His voice interrupts you quickly, and he's using his authoritative Captain voice.
Bucky stays silent, while you try and think of something to say. Steve has other plans though.
He raises an eyebrow at the two of you because neither of you answer, and he leans forward on the back of the couch with his hands.
"Keep going."
His words catch you off guard, a confused look appearing on your face as you look at him.
"What? You can only do the exact opposite of what I said?" He tilts his head and looks at you, raising an eyebrow. "Do I need to say it again for you to understand? Is it too much for you now?"
Swallowing the lump in your throat, you rest your hands on Bucky's shoulders and start to move your hips again.
The more you do, the more your eyes close and you start to forget about what you were doing before this.
You feel Bucky's metal hand on your hip again, while a warm flesh one caresses your jaw until it takes a firm hold. This makes you open your eyes to see Steves face as he licks his lips, then slams them against yours.
Your head becomes foggy with all the different sensations, and Steves grip on your jaw moving to the back of your head.
"Fucking hell." Bucky curses while watching the two of you, and reaching to palm himself over his track pants.
Steve pulls away just as you move your hips faster, feeling like you could fall over the edge at any moment.
"Think she deserves to cum Buck?" He asks, arm wrapping around Bucky's shoulder as his hand travels down his bare chest.
"She's gonna make a mess." Bucky warns in a suggestive tone, feeling Steves hand stop just above the band of his track pants, almost breaking his attention from you. "Wanna see her cum so bad though, always looks so fucking perfect."
The next moan you let out catches both of their attention, hands gripping Bucky's shoulders.
"Fuck, please!" You whine, needing to come but wanting to be good for them. "Please let me come, I need it so bad!"
Steve moves away from Bucky and back to you, taking your face in his hands again and making you look at him.
"You cum when I tell you to." He says sternly, making you nod your head quickly. "Then you clean the mess you made on Bucks pants, it's the least you can you right?"
"Mhm! I promise, please let me come." You pinch your eyes shut from trying to hold back.
"Go on then, show us how good you can be." Steve says and wipes a tear away from your eyes. "Come for us pretty girl."
It tears through your body as your hands roam all around for something to grab onto, finding Bucky's hair and Steve's shirt.
Your legs start to shake and burn from sitting in that position for so long.
A hand smooths down your back while another holds your cheek, the both of them whispering things to you as you come down form your high.
Between the praises from the both fo them, you manage to move down his thigh until you're settled not he floor in front of him.
Quickly licking up as much of your juices off the fabric as you can, you look up at the two of them.
Bucky looks like he's about to burst through his pants, your panties tightly held in his closed fist. Steve on the other hand stands up straight, his stern Captain look on his face.
You watch as his hands swiftly move to the belt buckle on his pants, looking down at the two of you while undoing it.
Excited nerves course though your body, while Bucky just sits there relishing in the fact that you're both about to get absolutely fucked. Steves voice breaks you two out of the trance you're in, and it sends chills down your entire body.
"You two better hope that was worth it."
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xreader-writing2 months ago
Will you marry me? | Sebastian Stan
Sumarry: A drunk Sebastian, asking his girlfriend to marry him.
Pairing: Sebastian Stan X Reader
Characters: Sebastian Stan, Y/N
Word Count: 307
A/N: This is so short, but this idea came out of nowhere, and so I really needed to write this. 鈾 English is not my first language, so I鈥檓 sorry for any mistakes.
I'm posting this again!
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鈥淲ill you marry me?鈥 Sebastian says when Y / n was almost asleep, lying next to him.
鈥淟ove, you鈥檙e drunk,鈥 she responds laughing.
鈥淚鈥檓 drunk, not crazy.鈥 He talks a little curled up.
鈥淕o to sleep Sebastian.鈥 Y / n speaks with eyes closed.
鈥淚鈥檓 not going to sleep until you say yes.鈥 He speaks, and Y / n sighs.
鈥淵ou are crazy.鈥
鈥淵ou are very cruel, I am asking you to marry me and you certainly do not want to marry me, the love of my life has just abandoned me, I am so sad now.鈥 Sebastian says doing Drama.
鈥淵ou can ask me on a sober day, and I will be happy to say yes.鈥 Y / n says, making Sebastian smile.
A few minutes pass and the silence takes over, Y / n sighs in relief thinking that Sebastian slept until he 鈥
鈥淲hat happened dear?鈥 She asks, already losing patience.
鈥淵ou shouldn鈥檛 know, but I already bought the ring, I really hope you like it.鈥 Sebastian says, making Y / n鈥檚 eyes widen, and look at him in surprise.
鈥淩eally?鈥 She says quietly, and Sebastian agrees with a smile.
鈥淢y God, sober Sebastian is going to kill me.鈥 Seb says, and Y / n can鈥檛 help laughing, no matter what the circumstances, Sebastian has always managed to make Y / n smile.
A few more minutes of silence, and Y / n finally feels like he鈥檚 going to be able to sleep.
鈥淪ebastian please, I need to sleep!鈥 Y / n says mad.
鈥淥kay, but 鈥 can you pretend to be surprised? You know, when I ask you to marry me, when I鈥檓 sober.鈥 Sebastian says, and Y / n leans over, kissing Sebastian鈥檚 cheek and the corner of his mouth.
鈥淎lright love.鈥 Y / n says, and Sebastian wraps his arms around his waist, snuggling up, and finally, the two manage to sleep.
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urdadssidething6 days ago
I Don鈥檛 Hate You.
Warnings: SMUT SMUT SMUT (praise kink, multiple orgasms, enemies to lovers, thigh riding, no protection, d in v), language, angst. 18+
ALL mistakes are my own.
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鈥淔uck you Chris!鈥 I yell across the set.
鈥淵a鈥檏now what? Fuck you too!鈥 Chris spits back.
All he had to do was focus on the script. Now we鈥檙e both being scolded by the director and we鈥檙e both being forced to rehearse our lines for the 40th time.
I grab my pencil out from behind my ear and flip it in my hand.
鈥淥h, you gonna hit me with that?鈥 he taunts.
鈥淥nly if you keep speaking to me in that tone鈥 I reply.
鈥淲ell then鈥︹ he brings his arms up. 鈥淕imme your best shot鈥.
I get up from my seat and throw the pencil towards him. It hits him in his head and he gives me a look of offence.
鈥淏itch.鈥 He speaks while putting his hand to his temple.
鈥淩eal mature Evans鈥 I mutter.
鈥淎nd you throwing a pencil at me was mature?鈥 he chuckles in shock.
鈥淵eah well next time make sure you memorize your lines before showing up to film.鈥 I say sarcastically. 鈥淚鈥檓 so done with your shit-鈥
鈥淥h you鈥檙e done with my shit?鈥 He interrupts. 鈥淚 have to work with you every single day and you make this job a living hell鈥.
That鈥檚 enough to make my temper rise. I grab another pencil off of the table and raise it, ready to throw.
鈥淭hat鈥檚 enough!!鈥 David, our director yells from the other side of the room. 鈥淧ut it down Y/F/N鈥.
I don鈥檛 budge.
鈥淚 said put it down!鈥 his tone is demanding and I know better than to carry this further.
鈥淵eah, that鈥檚 what I thought鈥 Chris smirks and I throw him a glance.
鈥淵ou two have great potential and fit your roles perfectly. I would deeply regret having to fire you both and sign another pair of actors, so you guys can stay here until you find a way to work together!鈥 David instructs as he starts walking out of the filming room.
鈥淏ut-鈥 Chris and I speak simultaneously.
鈥淔ind a way to work together!鈥 David interrupts as he locks the door behind him, leaving me and Chris alone.
鈥淥h well this is just great鈥 Chris utters, taking a seat on the directors chair.
鈥淪eriously? There鈥檚 one chair and you鈥檙e not even going to offer it to me?鈥 I ask.
He shrugs, leans back, and puts his feet on the table. 鈥淚 just don鈥檛 care enough to鈥.
鈥淵eah, well it鈥檚 called common courtesy Evans鈥.
鈥淵eah, well I guess it ain鈥檛 that common Y/L/N.鈥 he laughs bringing his hands to the back of his head.
I hop onto the table and shuffle through the actors files.
Where is it? Where is it?
鈥淎h, Christopher Robert Evans.鈥 I say with a smirk.
The mans expression drops. 鈥淧ut that down鈥.
I flip the page.
鈥淗igh School dropout鈥.
His tone should scare me but he鈥檚 the reason we鈥檙e in this mess. He deserves this.
鈥淓VN Film Studios鈥
鈥淚 said stop!鈥 Chris yells walking towards me.
I watch as he towers over me. His nostrils flare and I can feel his hot breath on my lips. He grabs the file out of my hand while maintaining eye contact. Chris then throws it onto the table and walks back to his seat.
鈥淚t鈥檚 a good schoo- What鈥檚 wrong with you?鈥 I ask noticing him squinting.
All he does is stay silent and place his left hand onto his temple.
鈥淩ub it. That鈥檚 what my mom used to do whenever I got hurt.鈥 I tell him.
He doesn鈥檛 move.
鈥淎re you going to-鈥
鈥淚 don鈥檛 need to鈥.
鈥淵ou clearly do. I mean, it was a wooden pencil. You cant tell me that it didn鈥檛 hurt.鈥 I speak, getting a blank stare as a response.
I hop off of the table and start walking towards him. 鈥淔ine鈥.
鈥淲hat鈥檙e you doing Y/L/N?鈥 Chris asks confused.
鈥淲ell if you鈥檙e not gonna do it鈥︹. I speak mostly to myself.
I try to find a way to easily rub his temple but Chris being in a chair shifts our heights. He pats his thigh and I sit on it with both my legs on either side.
He slightly bounces his leg and places both his hands onto my waist and I can feel myself becoming wet. A hundred dirty thoughts run through my head but I throw them aside.
Rolling my eyes, I gently press my thumb to the side of his head. He squints, and hisses through his teeth in pain when I move closer to where he鈥檚 hurt.
鈥淪hhh, I know, I know.鈥 I grab his face instinctively for comfort.
After I finish the massage I move his hair out of his face.
鈥淭here.鈥 I say, trying to get up as fast as I can but his hands ground me.
He tightens his grip around my waist, so much so that his knuckles start to turn pale.
鈥淐hris? Two minutes ago it was Evans darlin.鈥 he interrupts, his electric blue eyes focused on my Y/E/C ones.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
鈥淚 have to go.鈥 I say breaking eye contact.
鈥淒on鈥檛 fight it.鈥 he says, still staring.
鈥淲hat鈥檙e you talking about?鈥 I chuckle.
I know damn well what he鈥檚 talking about.
鈥淐ome鈥檔 Y/F/N. I know how bad you want me鈥 he smirks. 鈥淚 can see how bad you want me鈥.
My eyes widen as i鈥檓 taken aback. 鈥淐hris we鈥檙e just friends if even th-鈥.
The man leans down to my ear. 鈥淪ay the word friend one more time and I鈥檒l fuck it out of your vocabulary.鈥 he whispers.
I stare him in his eyes and a sudden boost of confidence awakens.
鈥淵ou鈥檝e been thinking about me, huh?鈥 I chuckle, placing my hands onto his chest.
鈥淥nly when I need to come.鈥 he replies.
That鈥檚 all it takes for my lips to smash into his. Chris swirls his tongue in my mouth and bites my bottom lip. We fight for dominance but I give in knowing that he won鈥檛.
I moan into his mouth and he starts moving my hips. The friction of his jeans feel unbearably good on my cunt and I start to move my hips faster as Chris tangles his hands into my hair.
鈥淔uck Chris. Right there!鈥
鈥淭hat鈥檚 it sweetheart, make yourself feel good.鈥 he speaks on my lips.
I throw my head back in pleasure and he trails his sloppy kisses to my neck. I feel the knot grow tighter in my core and know i鈥檓 close.
鈥淐hris fuck i鈥檓 so close鈥 I moan, my hands grabbing the back of his hair.
鈥淚 know you are darlin, come for me. Make a mess all over me鈥.
That鈥檚 all it takes for my to release onto him. My wetness pools on his black jeans creating a dark spot.
鈥淭hat what you needed?鈥 Chris questions.
I nod in answer, too exhausted to speak.
鈥淥h I'm not done with you just yet Y/L/N鈥.
He hoists me onto the table and runs his eyes over my body.
鈥淲on鈥檛 be need鈥檔 this鈥︹ Chris mutters ripping off my tank top. 鈥溾r this.鈥 he finishes, pulling my pants down my waist.
He then pulls his pants down along with his boxers. His cock springs out once free, tip covered in a white liquid. He spreads his pre-cum onto the rest of his dick and lines himself up with my entrance.
Chris moves the tip of his cock up and down my slick and looks up at me, waiting for an answer.
鈥淐hris鈥︹ I speak out of breath.
鈥淪o eager鈥.
I nod my head over and over again, desperate to feel him inside of me.
鈥淲ords,Y/F/N. I need words鈥.
鈥淚 need you, Chris鈥 I say with a pout.
That鈥檚 all he needs to push into me with full force. My velvet walls flutter contacting with Chris鈥 vein.
鈥淥h my- fuck yes!鈥 My moans are music to his ears.
鈥淪o. Fucking. Perfect huh?鈥 Chris mutters into my ears, thrusting with each word.
All I do is bite my bottom lip and nod, agreeing.
He grabs ahold of the edge of the table behind me and the cheap wood cracks with the pressure of his fist, but he doesn鈥檛 stop and God I don鈥檛 want him to. He keeps rocking his hips into mines over and over and over again.
I can feel Chris鈥 hands dig deeper into my hips. He moves his right one to my mouth and rubs a finger on my lips. He then trails his hand down to my right boob and starts playing with my nipple. He twists, turns, and squeezes the bud, and I throw my head back in pleasure.
鈥淵es Chris! Right there!鈥. I moan his name like a prayer.
Chris then moves his left hand lower and brings it to my cunt. Every circle that his thumb makes sends electric like currents through my body and I shut my eyes tight.
鈥淒on鈥檛 you dare look away. Keep your eyes on me darlin鈥.鈥 Chris groans on my lips.
I open my eyes again and kiss him back.
鈥淭hat鈥檚 it sweetheart. You鈥檙e doin so well for me鈥. His dirty talk brings me closer to my edge.
I feel his cock spasm inside of me and that鈥檚 all I need to reach my climax. I let go onto him screaming his name, and he follows behind me.
Chris鈥 body falls onto mines, but he catches himself with his forearms. He pulls himself out of me and tugs his pants up.
鈥淕uess we just found a way to work together.鈥 he chuckles, watching a mixture of our juices run down my leg.
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payperheartsa month ago
饾挄饾拤饾拞 饾挀饾拹饾挌饾拏饾拲 饾挃饾拕饾拏饾拸饾拝饾拏饾拲
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pairing: guard!bucky x princess!reader
summary: even though you are a royalty, you've never been happy enough with your life, that is until a handsome guard is appointed to keep you safe, and you find a friend in him.
this fic was written for @agentofbarnes 's writing challenge. congratulations on the milestone once again, love, i had fun writing this!
warnings: smut, 18+ minors dni, alcohol consumption, loss of virginity, misogyny, unprotected sex, oral (f receiving), fingering, discrimination
a/n: this was my first time writing smut, so please bear with me <3. i wrote this fic with a poc!reader in mind, but i tried my best to be as inclusive as possible. also, this is based in medieval times, so please excuse and historical inaccuracies i might have, i am no history student.
word count: 4.4k+
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Being a royalty might be a dream for millions of people, and you knew you were lucky to have been born as a princess, but it was far from sparkly tiaras and luxurious silk robes. Shakespeare wasn't wrong when he said, "All that glisters is not gold."
You were a disappointment to your father, mainly because you hadn't taken birth as his son. Your mother wasn't very fond of you either, because you didn't have the qualities a princess ought to have. You lacked the grace of a lady, or so she said. As a princess, your sole purpose was to woo a ruler of a more powerful kingdom, so that you could find an ally for your father. That was what you were seen as your entire life, nothing more than a treaty.聽
You had the most impressive library in the kingdom all to yourself, intricately embroidered gowns brought from far off lands, and jewelry made from carefully carved rubies and diamonds. Yet, it wasn't enough, you had learnt at a young age that the worth of happiness was worth more than the entire palace your father owned. The pearl necklace around your neck felt like a halter obstructing your throat, and the bracelets on your wrists like handcuffs, all because they were a constant reminder of how you had everything, yet what you wanted could never be bought. A sprinkle of love, and a drop of happiness in your life was all you asked for, but never got.聽
It was a chilly autumn night, when an intruder had made his way inside the castle, past all the lines of defense, and had found himself in the part of the castle which housed the royal family. How he had managed that, no one knew, but what was known was that he was discovered only when he had tried to stab your younger brother, and the prince had managed to dodge him somehow and raised alarm. Now your younger brother was very dear to your parents, and to the entire kingdom, he was the heir to the throne after all, so it was quite understandable why the security was doubled in the castle the next morning. Even though you were used to being accompanied by a chaperone all the time, the nasty old woman now had been replaced by a young guard. He was a tall built man with dark features, and his eyes? God, when you looked up into his eyes, the blue in them seemed to take control of your breathing and stop it for a few seconds somehow. Then it was his voice; it was a simple greeting with a low bow from him.聽
"Your highness, I am your new guard, and I am appointed to keep you safe at all times," was all he had said, and your corset seemed to tighten before something similar to an electric current went straight between your thighs.
You were scared of him initially, because no one had ever had the effect he had on you, and no one had ever looked at you the way he did.聽 Trying to maintain a distance from him wasn't any use, the man was supposed to accompany you everywhere except when you were in your chambers.聽
He held a certain mystery, and as you were a curious person, you had like a million questions in your head about the man. His gaze was always so calculating, and he never uttered a word till he was sure he had something useful to say. What intrigued you the most was the metal hand peeking out from the armor he wore as a uniform, how could he have a metal arm? You weren't allowed out of the palace, you could count on your fingers just how many times you had been outside, so you wouldn't know about the world except for what you learnt through books. You remember how one day, you sat in the library, with an old, giant book lying open in front of you. It wasn't anything new, but the unusual thing was that the book didn't have your attention, rather it was the handsome guard standing about a foot away from your table. You thought you were being discreet as you stared at him, studying him carefully to remember what he looked like. You didn't know why, but at nights when you couldn't sleep, you often thought of him, and you didn't like it when you couldn't remember a certain detail about his looks. Well, turns out, you only thought you were being discrete, because as you remembered, it was a sound of him clearing his throat that pulled you out of your reverie, and you saw his lips twitch upwards when your cheeks heated up in embarrassment.聽
"What is your name?" you had asked him later that day.
"James," he said, "but you can call me Bucky, princess."
It was there again, the electric current that ran through your chest and across your abdomen, straight to the apex of your thighs. Princess, what was new about it? You were used to being addressed that, but maybe not with his deep voice.聽
"Y/N, address me as Y/N," you said, "but be careful around the King and Queen with that."
Over the coming few weeks, your questions for him increased, and James was always happy in answering. Three months in, and he had become a dear friend. He would tell you about the outer world, bring you flowers that you never saw in the royal gardens, and talk about the lands he had traveled to. He even brought you a shell necklace once, it wasn't shiny like the ones you wore usually, neither was its monetary value too high, but you adored it. You never wore it, because you knew your mother would chide you for wearing something as dull and worthless, and would definitely make you throw it away, but you stored it in your chest, among your precious jewels, because to you, it was just as expensive.
Apparently, James had noticed how your family never paid any attention to you, even though you were a princess, their first born. He had hinted and asked you about it once or twice, but you refused to cast your family in the negative light, and always brushed him off. After all, you couldn't be thankless for everything your family had done for you and provided you with, besides, your father's image mattered to you, you wouldn't utter a word against him, no matter what. But James wasn't blind, he didn't have to have your answer to confirm that you didn't matter to your family as much. The most obvious example of that being the fact that both your parents had two guards each to protect them, while your brother had four, and you only had one. It wasn't a complaint, he knew he was enough to keep you safe himself, he wouldn't let anyone lay a hand on you, but the discrimination agitated him, you didn't deserve any of it.
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Another six months of your life passed, and you and James were closer than ever, so much so that your mother resented the proximity of you with a knight. For the first time in your life you had found a friend, a friend who understood you, made you smile, and someone who actually cared for you, you didn't plan on letting him go.
"Being a princess, it does not suit you to be that close with a servant," your mother said one night as you all dined, "the King of Wraitia will be visiting our kingdom, I want you act like a princess ought to, for once, Y/N. Your father and I think you both would be the perfect match, we do not want you to make a fool of yourself in front of him."
Right, the King of Wraitia, you didn't even know what his name was, but he was one of the wealthiest kings of the east. You remember hearing something about his army acquiring more sophisticated ammunition than any other kingdoms. Of course, Wraitia would make a wonderful ally to your father. No wonder your parents thought he was the perfect match for you.聽
Honestly, you had been waiting for them to marry you off like that ever since you had started understanding politics, yet something about the idea didn't quite appeal to you. You should've been ready for this, but you weren't. You wanted to go talk to James about it as you sat under the old maple tree which stood in the corner of the royal gardens, because surely, you would feel better after that.
"Your guard will be dismissed from his position as well," your mother continued, and your head snapped up to look at her.
"I beg your pardon?" you asked, looking at your parents in disbelief.聽
"You heard your mother, Y/N," your father said, wiping his mouth with his napkin and meeting your eyes, "we do not like you mixing up with a commoner."
"But James has kept me safe all this time, why w-" you started, but your father's growl cut you off.
"Do not argue with me, that knight will not be returning to his job tomorrow morning," he said, leaving you to stare at him in return.
You had always been an obedient daughter, never rebelling, abiding by every word your parents said, mainly because you knew, being stubborn wouldn't get you anywhere, it would only make your life even more miserable than it already was. But there's a first time for everything right? So the sudden anger you felt due to your parents' decision prompted that first rebellion. You stood up from the dinner table, with your half eaten meal sitting there and stormed out of the room. James was standing right outside the door, as his job required him to be, and you took his hand wordlessly, leading him away from there. He didn't ask you any questions, because your face held the combination of anger and sadness, not something he had seen before.
You led him to the wine cellar, which was a few minute's walking distance from the royal chambers. At that time of the night, no one was to be seen there, given the fact that the alcohol had already been served with the dinner. The path that led to the cellar was quite dark, the only source of illumination being the moonlight but the doors of the cellar were overshadowed by the neighboring walls. Luckily though, you found a lantern hung right next to the gateway.聽
"Kick it open, will you?" you told James as you took hold of the lantern, and with his strength, just a firm push from his metal hand did the work. The light from the lantern cast your shadows against the walls as you looked for something specific among the wooden shelves, and it didn't take too long to find it.聽
"Hold this," you said, thrusting the handle of the lamp into his hand as you reached for the glass bottle you had your eyes on. James read the mischief in your eyes as you carefully looked at the bottle in your hand, your lips curving up into a smile.
"This wine is older than both of us," you said, waving the bottle in the air, "a prized possession of my father, and we are both going to drink this."
You knew your father would definitely want to have this served for the Wraitian king's visit the next day, which only fueled your desire to go through with what you had in mind.聽
"Y/N, are you sure?" James asked.
You didn't answer him, you only unscrewed the cork with some effort, and brought the rim of the bottle to your lips to take a long swig and wiped off your mouth with the back of your hand, relishing the way the drink burnt down your throat.
"Here, try it," you said, handing him the bottle with a grin, feeling quite proud of yourself.
James raised a questioning brow at you, before taking the bottle and taking a sip from it. He knew that drink was worth more than his annual salary, and he hadn't ever tasted anything as expensive, probably why after the first taste, he drank from it more greedily. You chuckled seeing him like that, and he returned it to you after drinking halfway through it. Since it wasn't hard for you to get drunk, you limited your consumption, while James was the one who had emptied the bottle. You couldn't help but laugh at what you had done when you finished, realizing that your anger had almost dissipated.聽
Maybe it was the slight buzz the wine had given you, but when you heard the deep laughter from James' armored chest, you couldn't help yourself. You reached out to cup his jaw, as your thumb caressed his stubble. Even in the dim light of the lantern, you saw his eyes held a look you hadn't seen before. You saw him place the lantern on the ground, and his flesh hand coming to grip your waist, while his metal hand cradled your face, guiding it so that your lips could meet his. The kiss started out as an innocent one, absolutely sweet and loving, a result of pining for each other for the past few months, which is why the patience wore out pretty quickly, and it took a turn towards a fiercer one. His metal hand had moved from your cheek, to tangle in your hair, weaving the strands around his fingers. His flesh hand descended from your waist, pulling at your skirt and bunching it in his hand, he didn't stop tugging until the embroidered silk along with your undertunic rested against your hip bone. You felt exposed, even though your linen hose covered you from your thigh till your toes, you weren't used to being seen like that. It was when you felt the warmth of his hand through the cotton fabric covering your lady parts, that your breath hitched and made you break the kiss. You didn't realize when he backed you against the wooden rack, but it was a great support for when you threw your head back at the pleasure you felt due to the movement of his fingers. He had you panting in no time, you didn't know if that could be attributed to the lack of experience on your part or to his skillset, all you knew was that you didn't want him to stop anytime soon.
"Princess," James groaned, hearing the soft sounds you made, and boy, you felt a sudden wetness seep out of you at the way he addressed you by your title.
"James," you panted, your hand gripping the vambrace of his armor, "this feels so good."
"I know, princess, I know," he whispered, seeing you bite your lower lip as your eyes screwed shut. He could tell you were close, and slipped his metal hand inside your loincloth, searching for your entrance, and pushed his pointer finger inside when he found it. The sudden intrusion was what catalyzed you to reach your climax, taking your breath away from you, as you felt a coil burst in your stomach. You felt your thighs shake while the thrusting of the metal digits didn't stop, easing the slight burn you had felt initially.聽
"Jesus Christ," James mumbled when you calmed down, his desire for you increased ten fold seeing you fall apart like that. You watched him lift his metal hand to his mouth, licking it clean where you could see it glistening a few seconds before.聽
"I want a taste," you heard him speak under his breath.
You had never heard or seen what he just did to you, your beloved books never told you anything, but something informed you that it was anything but sinful. Before you knew it, his hands were reaching behind your back to untie the ties of your corset, and you didn't even try to stop him.
"This is...this is wrong," you whispered, and his movements halted.聽
"Do you want me to stop, princess?" James asked, brushing your hair back, "you're right, I shouldn't have, my apologies, I-"
"No," you cut him off, feeling those rebellious thoughts return, and it wasn't just that, you wanted to know what he could do, wanted to feel what he could do.聽
"I want to...I want this," you admitted shyly, before undoing the remaining ties of your corset, causing your gown to fall on the dusty ground, but you didn't care. You suddenly felt self conscious, your modesty causing your arms to rise on their own to cover yourself. But James seemed to pick up on your discomfort, and before you could hide yourself, he was taking your wrists and pinning them above your head. His lips kissed the corner of your mouth, and traveled along your jawline, kissing and nipping as he went, descending down to give your neck the same treatment.
"God, princess, you are so beautiful," he spoke against your skin, "I have been meaning to tell you all this time, couldn't ever take my eyes off of you." You only whimpered in response, feeling butterflies erupt in your stomach in response to his compliments. His kisses made their way down your chest and abdomen, his hand leaving your wrists finally when he had to get rid of your loincloth, leaving you in your hose alone. James fell to his knees before you, the metal of his armor clanking against the ground, and brought your leg to rest on his shoulder. You didn't understand what he was doing, or why, and your brows furrowed in confusion.
"What are you doing?" you asked, and the knight just smirked looking up at you.
"Told you I wanted a taste, princess," he said.
You still didn't understand, but found yourself letting out a shaky breath at the feel of his lips littering featherlight kisses along your inner thighs, and let out an involuntary moan when his lips met your clit. He smirked to himself at your responsiveness, your lack of experience being the reason behind it. You gasped loudly feeling his tongue swipe along your slit,
how hadn't you experienced such a pleasure before? Your gasps turned into whimpers and then into moans while James ate you out as if it was the last day of his life, and for all you knew, it could be if someone saw you both in that position. As much as you wanted the feeling to last forever, you knew that couldn't happen because you felt the familiar tightening of the coil in your lower abdomen. With his tongue prodding at your entrance, your eyes rolled back, all your muscles stiffening before your entire body went limp, and your juices gushed out of you, awarding James with his treat. When he finally decided to stand up, he took your leg off his shoulder and placed it back on the ground, only for your knees to buckle under you, and you landed on the dirt covered floor.聽
"Y/N!" James said, alarmed at the sudden accident. He offered you his hand, one of his arms going around your waist to help you up but you shook your head.
"I can't, I can't stand, James," you spoke through ragged breaths, and that just made a smug smirk appear on his face.
You sat against the lower shelf, which was lined with the glass bottles that poked you from behind, recovering from your orgasm, and James took that time to get out of his armor. You wondered how long it must take for him to get ready for his duties when he had to wear something like that. The metal clashing against the ground and other armor parts was all you heard for a few minute's, before he was left in his breeches alone. You had never seen a naked man before, but did all men look that good? You made a mental note of every detail the light of lantern allowed you to see, every pec, every scar and even the place where his prosthetic arm fused with his skin. He looked like one of those sculpted chalcedony statues in your palace brought to life, even the best of your kingdom's sculptors wouldn't be able to do justice to his looks if they were to carve him.
"You seem to be enjoying the view, princess," he said, smirking before he crouched to be at your level.
"I, uh," you said, tearing your eyes from him, feeling your cheeks burning out of embarrassment. His prosthetic hand gripped your chin to make you look up at him.
"You can look all you want, your highness, I have no objections," he said, bringing your face closer to kiss him. He gently laid you down on the floor while the two of you made out lovingly. You had never imagined being in this position outside of marriage, God, if anyone were to walk in on you, it would be a scandal, a scandal that would plague the name of your entire dynasty. And even though you were in such a compromising situation, you felt鈥.safe, after all it was James' job to keep you safe, but he made you feel warm and secure even outside the scope if his job.
"Do you still want this?" he whispered, pulling away from after a few moments. You nodded in response to his question with a soft smile on your lips.
James grinned at your response, and kissing your forehead, he made quick work of his breeches, leaving you alone to get anxious seeing the size of him. You couldn't even get a word out, because what could you say about his private parts, which should have only been seen by his wife? You didn't worry about the reaction of the midwives when they would perform the physical examination for the confirmation of your purity before marriage, because right now, you were too worried about something as big entering you. You wished that the act of consummation didn't require him to do what you had heard of, but whom were you kidding?聽
The moment James came to hover above you, your heart rate quickened, you were scared, even if you weren't voicing your concerns, but he seemed to pick up on that.
"It will be fine," he cooed, "and if you want me to stop, all you have to do is just let me know, and I will."
"Hold my hand, please," you mumbled, and he complied with your request, his flesh hand came to hold your left one, while his prosthetic hand went to line his member with your entrance. His lips met your once more to distract you from any discomfort you would feel while he entered you. But you broke the kiss the moment his tip was inside you, for some weird reason, you wanted to focus on the entire experience. You'd be lying if you said it didn't hurt, the burn that came with the stretch wasn't a pain that you were used to, but thankfully, James was going as slow as he could. It was a real test of patience if you ask him, it took everything in him to not just slam into you, with your heat gripping him so tightly. He didn't find that kind of pleasure no matter how many nights he got laid in the whorehouses, you were so different, so unique, just like one of the luxuries you had been brought up in.
"Just鈥.breathe, princess," he grunted through clenched teeth once he was fully sheathed inside you. He knew now what the other knights talked about when they returned the next morning from their wedding night; the pleasure of fucking a virgin was unmatched. It felt like it took your hours to get accustomed to him, but it had only been a few minutes.
"M-move, James," you said softly, and he started thrusting into you slowly. It was different from what he was used to, in a brothel bed, he usually kept his pace fast and rough, mainly to take out his pent up frustration, but he wanted to savor you, take his time with you, and remember you for life, because who knew what the future held for both of you. He knew you were going to be better than his hand when he fantasized you at nights, but he just did not expect what he was experiencing. The speed only helped you to cope with the pain and once it had turned into pleasure, his pace quickened, and so did his volume, his grunts and groans now echoing off the walls before reaching your ears. It was a good thing no one came to the wine cellar at that hour, because you were unable to hold back your moans, which soon turned into screams. You were too shy to tell him not to stop, or to tell him how good he felt, but your mewls did the part of informing him of how much you appreciated him. Maybe your deeds would take you to hell after death, but you didn't care, you already knew what heaven felt like, thanks to your guard.
Both of your scents replaced the fruity smell of alcohol in the air, the sweat covering your body caused the dirt to cling to your skin underneath; your maids would surely be puzzled the next morning while preparing your bath.
"J-James, oh dear," you whined, feeling your approaching orgasm again. You weren't to be blamed for not being able to last as long, what else could you expect from a virgin? Your words spurred him on, and he quickened his pace, his metal digits reaching to massage your pleasure pearl while he groaned at the feel of your walls clamping around him, he could feel his own climax coming.
"Let go, Y/N, I am right behind you," James grunted in your ear, and you were done for, letting out a high pitched scream as you finished. He thrusted into you a few more times, before you felt his seed warming up your inner walls.
You didn't know what you would do if his essence took root inside you, you didn't know what you would do if the midwives declared you had lain with a man outside the holy vows of marriage, you didn't know what you would do if your parents disowned you and left you on your own, the truth was, you didn't want to know. You were too caught up in your post coital bliss to worry about it.聽
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bucky-bucket-barnes3 months ago
Pansies, Pain, and Other Things about Bucky
Summary: You and Bucky are begrudgingly paired on a mission together. This is less than ideal considering neither of you are too keen on the other tagging along. All goes as normal until a surprise attack severely hurts both of you. Feeling incredibly guilty, Bucky helps you tend to your wounds. He has trouble admitting it, but he wants to make sure you鈥檙e safe.
Pairing: bucky barnes x avenger!reader (enemies to lovers)
Warnings: swearing, mentions of blood, slight descriptions of wounds, a lil angst, fluff, and hurt reader
Word Count: 2.7k words
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鈥淲ith Y/N鈥檚 little flower power bit and Bucky鈥檚 super serum, you two are perfect for the mission. Neither of you can get sick from whatever the hell is in that truck,鈥 Sam rationalized to the two of you.
鈥淔irst off, it鈥檚 not a 鈥榝lower power bit鈥 it鈥檚 agrokinesis, and second I don鈥檛 think this is a two-person mission, Sam,鈥 you countered. You tried to deliver your point as gently as possible without coming off as a total jerk. It wasn鈥檛 that there was anything necessarily wrong with Bucky, but there wasn鈥檛 anything right about him for sure. He never was much of a talker to begin with, but around you, he鈥檚 even more stoic than usual. He never looked you in the eye, and when he did, he鈥檇 quickly turn away, almost as if he were disgusted. You weren鈥檛 sure what you鈥檇 done to offend him, but you were past the point of trying to figure it out. You were content to keep your distance when possible.
鈥淵/N鈥檚 got a point, I work better alone,鈥 he responded. 鈥淎nd she can still get hurt. I鈥檒l be fine.鈥
鈥淚s that a dig, Barnes?鈥 you questioned, snapping your head to face Bucky now. 鈥淟isten, I know my little 鈥榝lower power bit鈥 may seem silly to some of you guys, but it gets the job done. I鈥檓 going, that's final.鈥
鈥淭hat鈥檚 not what I-鈥 he trailed off, realizing there was no point in arguing with you. He genuinely looked like he felt bad for implying you weren鈥檛 strong enough, but he knew not to push it further.
There was tension in the room now. You hadn鈥檛 meant to come off so rudely, you were just tired of no one taking you seriously. Whether it was Thor only referring to you as the gardener as a joke or Tony teasing you about being a glorified cabbage patch kid, the jokes weren鈥檛 funny anymore.
Avoiding eye contact with Bucky, you apologized, 鈥淚鈥檓 sorry. I鈥檓 just stressed. We鈥檒l both go.鈥
Without another word, it was decided Bucky and you would go on the mission. There was a truck by an organization called The Red Pipes that was carrying around cases of biological components that could poison an entire city鈥檚 water supply within an hour with only one case. Now there you were, riding on the back of Bucky鈥檚 motorcycle, hunting down that said truck. You weren鈥檛 used to being situated so close to the soldier, arms firmly wrapped around his midsection. His bike made a fast approach to the blue truck you had been trying to catch up to.
鈥淚f we get a little closer, maybe you can shoot out the tires,鈥 he called to you, his normally quiet voice carrying over the traffic that surrounded you.
鈥淚鈥檝e got a better idea,鈥 you shouted back, noticing the lush green that surrounded both sides of the highway. You unwrapped your right arm from Bucky and with a wave of your hand caused vines to shoot out of the ground and wrap around the tires. The truck quickly came to a halt in front of you. So quickly, in fact, Bucky wasn鈥檛 able to stop in time, and instead, he had to drive the motorcycle into the grassy patch beside you in an attempt to avoid slamming into the truck.
鈥淔uck,鈥 he mumbled, 鈥渨e could鈥檝e hit the truck. A little heads up would be appreciated next time.鈥
Getting off the motorcycle and not even turning to look at him you replied, 鈥淎 thanks would have sufficed.鈥
You both darted to the truck in front of you. Bucky went towards the front seat to subdue the vehicle鈥檚 driver while you worked at prying the back door open. With all your might, you tried getting some more vines to pry the door open, but it seemed almost glued shut. Damnit, damnit, damnit. He鈥檚 never going to drop this if you can鈥檛 open the door. You鈥檙e not some stupid flower girl, you鈥檙e an Avenger. Damnit, damnit, damnit.
鈥淚t was on autopilot,鈥 Bucky said, making his way to the back of the truck. Without even thinking, he punched a hole through the metal door and pried an opening wide enough to stick his hand in and open it from the inside out. Upon entering you expected to be greeted with maybe some weird jars, maybe just one test tube, or even just some ominous shelves. None of that was there. Nothing much was in the truck really. Alone from a piece of paper that was taped to the middle of the floor.
You walked over cautiously to pick it up to inspect it further. It read the simple word 鈥楪otcha鈥 in red letters. You鈥檇 been giving crappy information. This whole mission was a goose chase, there wasn鈥檛 anything in the truck of use. You鈥檇 been fooled. You handed Bucky the note to see for himself as you cursed under your breath.
鈥淵/N鈥 Bucky spoke urgently all of a sudden, 鈥渨e have to go.鈥
鈥淭here鈥檚 nothing to run from, we got played-鈥
He had already grabbed you and was heading out of the truck before you could finish your sentence. His grip was firm and sure around your waist, his metal arm digging into your sides from holding on so tightly. You both landed on the ground, Bucky on top of you, huddling himself over your body, your head buried in his chest as a loud boom went off only a few feet behind you. Before you knew it, you two had been pushed back by the blast, bodies barreling further down the highway. The whole time he had his grip firm on you, ensuring flying debris didn鈥檛 fly into your face. Once the rumbling had stopped, he rolled off of you, taking in labored breaths.
You shot up, your heart still racing from the recent sequence of events. Immediately you turned over to see Bucky, face caked in sweat and blood. That鈥檚 going to leave a mark. On instinct, your hand cups his face as you panickedly reassure him he鈥檇 be okay. He groggily sat up, wincing from just withstanding an explosion while simultaneously protecting you.
鈥淗ey, hey, hey,鈥 he spoke in a calmed voice, 鈥淚鈥檓 all right.鈥 He could see the panic seeping into your face. His gaze quickly traveled down to your abdomen. His eyes widened as he saw a huge velvet red stain forming around your stomach. With adrenaline pumping through your body, you hadn鈥檛 noticed the huge gash that occupied where your skin should be. You could feel your face turn grey with fright. You had been on some pretty tough missions, but none of them had ever ended with a piece of glass lodged in your stomach. Oh, that鈥檚 definitely going to leave a mark.
You could feel the adrenaline wearing off as you lost control of your senses. First, there was a ringing in your ears that seemed to sound for miles. Bucky gingerly cradled you in his arms as he whispered over and over again It鈥檚 going to be okay. I鈥檓 here. I鈥檓 not going anywhere. Next, your vision went, every detail around you turning to a black abyss. The last thing you felt was Bucky pulling you closer to his chest, heart pounding.
After you lost consciousness, Bucky and you were taken to the hospital. Bucky had a few scratches and had broken his one flesh arm, but the super serum that ran through his veins made him fully heal within three days. You, on the other hand, had not been so lucky. Your powers had granted you the ability to avoid illnesses and diseases alike, but it didn鈥檛 grant the gift of super regeneration. Great. You were going to have to let this wound heal like everyone else; with time and sitting around doing a bunch of nothing.
It had been four days since the truck explosion, and you were finally allowed back into the comfort of your own bed at the compound. You hated the pitied glances you received going to the kitchen and you only had disdain for all small gestures of kindness. You never had been treated like a real adult, and now everyone was babying you even more. Well, this fucking sucks.
You had decided you would spend the day in your room as opposed to being met with sad eyes. Every Avenger gets hurt, that鈥檚 part of the job. What makes you so special? You had napped through most of the day and woke up to a slightly damp feeling around your waist. You got up to inspect the substance in the mirror and saw that the bandages had begun to become a little soaked. Nothing major, you just needed to change them. Reluctantly, you reached for the bandages on top of your cabinet and began to take your other ones off.
As you began your grueling task, you heard a gentle knock at your door.
鈥淚鈥檓 not here,鈥 you answered, not even looking up from your current task at hand.
鈥淚 just wanted to see how you鈥檙e doing,鈥 Bucky spoke shyly from behind the door. A moment of silence passed. 鈥淐an I come in?鈥
You huffed. Walking over to the door, you swung it open to reveal a perfectly fine Bucky. He definitely didn鈥檛 look like he just survived a bomb. He looked great, even. A pang of jealousy ran through your body. It was silly, he was literally a superhuman of course he was alright. You were glad he was okay, really, you just hated how it made you look even weaker in comparison.
鈥淎re you changing your bandages?鈥 he questioned, indicating towards the bed where you had thrown them when you went to answer the door.
鈥淵eah and I鈥檇 like to-鈥
鈥淟et me help you,鈥 Bucky offered. This was probably the longest conversation the two of you had held. You expected the worried glances coming from everyone else, but not him. It was a nice change, just odd.
鈥淚鈥檓 a big girl, I can change my own bandages,鈥 you retorted, slightly wincing from standing for so long.
鈥淚 know you can,鈥 he reassured. Sighing, you opened the door all the way for him to enter.
He entered your room and you daintily lifted your shirt up enough to expose the concealed area. His large hands began to gently unwrap the dampened cloth around your stomach. It was strange, you had expected his hands to be rougher from years of fighting, but they were soft. They worked with a certain rhythm to them, moving with purpose as he worked. Once your skin had been exposed, he went to your bathroom to retrieve a wet cloth to wipe away the dried blood.
鈥淭ell me if I鈥檓 hurting you,鈥 he spoke quietly, swallowing in nervousness. You had noted that he didn鈥檛 touch you with his metal arm.
鈥淚f it helps, you can place your metal arm on me for support. . . I don鈥檛 mind,鈥 you suggested to your own surprise. This whole experience seemed surreal. He went from avoiding all interaction with you to now tending your wounds.
Nodding in agreement, he softly placed his metal hand on your side for more support as he worked. The coolness of his touch made you jump and he immediately pulled back and apologized profusely. In an attempt to reassure him, you placed his hand back and assured him it was only how cold his hand was that made you jump. It was sweet he seemed scared to hurt you accidentally, though.
Another couple more minutes of silence passed. You were content to watch him work steadily on your abdomen, but you wanted to seize the opportunity to talk to Bucky.
鈥淏ucky, why are you always so quiet?鈥
鈥淚 don鈥檛 have anything important to say,鈥 he answered simply.
鈥淏ut you鈥檙e especially quiet around me,鈥 you confessed, a trace of hurt in your voice.
He looked up to meet your eyes. He had a guilty look on his face, his eyebrows twisted into a sheepish expression.
鈥淚t鈥檚- it鈥檚 silly. I鈥檓 sorry if I鈥檝e seemed rude. It鈥檚 not you,鈥 he blurted out, stumbling over his own words. He was still kneeling so he could finish wrapping your bandages, you standing over him. He鈥檇 never seemed so small.
鈥淭hen what is it?鈥
He couldn鈥檛 maintain eye contact. He returned to your wound as he made his confession, red rushing to his cheeks as he continued.
鈥淵/N, you have the ability to make life. Even without your power, life seems attracted to you. You make flowers rise up out of the concrete, you create happiness with your presence. . .鈥 he paused, collecting his thoughts. 鈥淚t鈥檚 amazing. It鈥檚 lovely. But I can鈥檛 do that. I destroy, I kill. Creation isn鈥檛 in my nature, and I don鈥檛 think it鈥檒l ever be. I feel- I feel dirty around you. I feel like by just being near you I鈥檓 going to somehow corrupt you, hurt you. I don鈥檛 want to do that.鈥
You cupped your hands around his stubbled face and lifted his gaze to meet yours again. 鈥淗ey, you don鈥檛 have to worry about me. I can handle myself. You鈥檇 never hurt me, Bucky.鈥
He gave you a melancholic smile in return and resumed his work as he responded, 鈥淭he only reason I didn鈥檛 want you to go on the mission was because I was scared I鈥檇 mess up and you鈥檇 get hurt. I don鈥檛 think you鈥檙e weak, I鈥檓 just worried about you always. . .I know you don鈥檛 need me, but I鈥檓 here. I promise.鈥 He was finished. Fuck, Bucky likes me. I thought he hated me, but he鈥檚 just been avoiding me because he thinks he鈥檚 going to hurt me. Fuck.
He stood on his feet and you thanked him for his help. He had done a beautiful job patching you up, taking his time and making sure everything was done right. He was capable of destruction, but he was so much more than that.
He wished you goodnight with a sad smile and turned to go exit your room. Before he could take a step you took a hold of his wrist and professed, 鈥淏ucky, I need you. Okay? Don鈥檛 you ever forget that. I may not say it, but I do.鈥
You were both blushing as you stood there. You released your grip on his arm and began to conjure a flower between your fingers to give to Bucky. Within an instant, you had created a gorgeous yellow and purple flower to give to him.
鈥淗ave this as a thank you,鈥 you smiled, placing it gently into his palm and closing his fingers around it.
鈥淚t's a wonderful. . .鈥 He racked his brain for what kind of vegetation he had just received and drew a blank. He鈥檇 never tell you, but he had been trying to memorize flower names so he could compliment the ones you grew in the kitchen. He鈥檇 just never grown the courage to say anything to you.
鈥淧ansy. It symbolizes love and admiration. It fits you well,鈥 you explained. You had slowly been assigning what flowers fit each Avenger in your head. It wasn鈥檛 until this moment that you decided pansies would be the perfect ones for Bucky. Gentle and severely underappreciated.
鈥淭hank you,鈥 he replied, beaming shyly. He was smiling so hard it almost looked like his face would split in half. You had never seen this man so joyous. It was beyond endearing to see him light up at such a small gesture as a pansy.
Before you could stop yourself, you pulled Bucky into a kiss. He quickly picked up on the rhythm and you two indulged in the other for a minute. Pulling away you both giggled at yourselves.
鈥淚 should change your bandages more often,鈥 he joked, moving a stray piece of your hair behind your ear. You gave him a quick peck on the lips and placed the pansy in his hair. He was great company to keep. He pulled back in for another kiss, this time both of you prepared for the impact. You could feel the butterflies crashing into the sides of your ribcage as he held you close.
That was the start of many more flower-ridden makeout sessions.
A/N: Here's another enemies to lovers that quickly turned to fluff! Thank you all so much for your support on my past few fics, it's really appreciated. I'm open to all constructive criticism and requests are open :)
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nexusnyx2 months ago
crawl home to her聽鈥 part two
鈥 pairing: bucky barnes x female reader
鈥 summary: when bucky finaly returns from his mission, he finds his apartment is more than just a place, it鈥檚 a home. you turned it into one while he was stuck at a foreign country for way too long鈥攖wo weeks away from you was horrible for anyone involve.
he lists the favorite things from sharing another safe haven with you, but there鈥檚 one which tops the cake.
鈥 a/n: i needed a scenario where bucky had a place of his own to call home and it got so much love that it inspired me to go on a little longer about it. please let me know if you enjoy it. reblogs/feedback/comments are highly encouraged and much appreciated <3 (ps.: there might be some errors in it; always feel free to let me know if you find any!)
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bucky probably had an infinite list of reasons why he loved his apartment now.
everyone knew that. his neighbours did as he passed by them in the corridors and greeted them with a smile now instead of a nod, sam knew because after-mission recons were now done in either bucky or sam鈥檚 place other than at a bar or on the drive back.
to say you felt pride and content about being involved in this level of happiness and, according to a smiling bucky, 鈥渁 milestone for change,鈥 was a bit of an understatement.
the smile on your face felt practically sewed on by now.
every time you visited him and spent the night watching him attempt a different recipe or got to wake up to his messy bed hair, these things bloomed inside of you.
it was like spring attached to your rib cages鈥攆or over a month, bucky commented on something he enjoyed at the place or something new he鈥檇 bought and wanted you to see and just like that, flowers.
he seemed to be high on it, too.
bucky鈥檚 emotions were often obvious on his face鈥攆or too long he was forbidden any feelings at all and now, unless there was a mission involved, his face said exactly what his mind thought.
around you, that translated into heart eyes that felt sweet like honey and side smirks which always held smart comments.
鈥測ou look like you belong there.鈥 he said when you laid on his brand new bed.
the bed and pillows made for a perfect place for you to work on, so you did. you also accepted his comment with an amused smile.聽鈥渄o i?鈥
鈥減ositive. i think you should name it or something, that鈥檚 definitely your place.鈥澛爕ou always admired bucky鈥檚 ability to speak in fluent sarcasm.
he 鈥榣earned with the best鈥, he enjoyed to say.
other than tell you the locations of the house where you belonged 鈥 his bed, the kitchen counter, the couch, the floor whenever your lap was being used as a pillow, the back porch during a sunset, corridors during the sunrise 鈥 bucky also enjoyed telling you where other things in the house belonged.
鈥渢hat鈥檚 not there, doll.鈥 and聽鈥測ou put it in the wrong place鈥 were things you heard for weeks until you learned all the proper placed bucky liked his things to be.
鈥測ou鈥檙e an old man. systematic and old,鈥 you joked when he frowned at you placing the milk on聽鈥榯he wrong place, doll鈥.
bucky pulled you to his lap on the chair and kissed your chin.
鈥測ou tell me to sit tight on your bed for two hours while you clean your place because if i do it, i鈥檒l聽鈥渄o it wrong鈥,鈥 bucky counter offered with a satisfied grin.
you hummed and threated your fingers through his hair, wiggling in his lap to sit more comfortably.
鈥渉m, true. but that鈥檚 because my nana taught me how to clean and you don鈥檛 do it like i it,鈥 you explained.
鈥渆xactly. and i鈥檝e put my milk on the fridge鈥檚 door ever since i鈥檓 a kid. so... wrong place, doll.鈥
to anyone else, it would seem stupid to feel so happy over a carton of milk, but the concrete and righteous way with which bucky told you the milk belong on the fridge鈥檚 door made you want to kiss every inch of his face鈥攕o you did.
and he kissed you back, his laughter muffled by your lips meeting his and the corner of his mouth several times鈥攔ushed kissed, playful kissed, silly kisses until bucky pinned your wrists and kissed you silly. properly.
because you might have butterflies inside you every time bucky shows off how he feels at home 鈥 his own decoration, his place for things, his photograph聽which is new and you love it so, so much 鈥 bucky for his turn feels warmth spreading all over him in very specific occasions.
he adores his home now.
your place and his are the safe havens he kept most protected with everything he knew鈥攈is knowledge as an asset as well as a soldier was well embedded into the walls of both houses now, since your time was split equally between the two.
he adored you聽in his home.
bucky had a list of favorite things that happened inside there now and they may all be very close in theory, but out of the top three there鈥檚 definitely one who takes the cake.
first 鈥 but not least important 鈥 is the fact that you have his key.
that you accepted it with a kiss to it, then a kiss on him.
second, there are the shared meals.
bucky鈥檚 kitchen was once the place he spent hours disassociating and drinkins glasses of water while staring at blank walls.
now, his kitchen cabinets were filled with spices and you two had the most shallow and also the deepest conversations while one or the other cooked food. one sat at the table, the other roamed the counters and within minutes the whole apartment smelled of delicious food while you two discussed whatever came to mind.
but on top of it all, it was this.
the thing bucky loved the most.
the thing he knew you聽loved the most because you told him so.
waking up next to him with all your limbs tangled as one.
the warmth of bucky鈥檚 body and the coolness of his metal arm wrapped all around you鈥攖he way his eyes looked like a caribbean ocean first thing in the morning and your hair made him smile and mutter,聽鈥渓ioness,鈥 with his raspy morning voice.
鈥渉andsome.鈥 you always responded his compliments with one back. he had the same custom and you didn鈥檛 know who got it from whom.聽鈥測ou were talking in your sleep again, love.鈥
bucky rubbed his stubble against your neck like a damn cat聽and you laughed quietly, rubbing your hands on his shoulderblades.聽鈥渨hat was i saying?鈥 he asked against your neck. both his hands cupped your jaw and bucky鈥檚 lips found your clavicle.聽鈥渉ope it was good. can鈥檛 remember any dreams lately.鈥
your breath hitches as bucky鈥檚 lips trail kisses all across your collarbone and then go up around your neck.聽鈥渓ove waking up to you. why are you so warm?鈥 he asked, hugging you.
your arms closed around him and your heart leaped inside of you.聽鈥渄unno, buck.鈥 you kissed his cheek and felt him breath in slowly, exhaling softly.聽
his head rest on your chest and you thought about how weightless love could make you feel if it was the right kind.
you would keep him warm forever if he allowed it.聽鈥渋鈥檒l keep you warm,鈥 you said.
鈥渋鈥檒l keep you safe.鈥 he answered right back.
his house felt like a safe haven, but it was bucky鈥檚 arms which felt like home.
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captainwans5 months ago
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credit for the lovely @sebastianruinedme鈥 for the gif
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pairing: bucky barnes x reader
where bucky realized that home wasn鈥檛 a place. it was right in front of him; in your arms.
word count: 656
warnings: none; angst-ish and fluff!
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A gasp emitted from Bucky鈥檚 lips as he shot up from the bed, his wide eyes darting around the room. Sweat was sliding down his skin and his heart was hammering against his chest, the nightmare almost scarring him.
Wiping the sweat from his face, his trembling hands slid over the bed to find your sleeping figure, but all he got was your empty spot. His lips formed into a pout and he pulled the cold duvet to the side, a weave of coldness washing over him making him almost flinch.
Standing up from the bed, Bucky鈥檚 feet hit the cold wooden floor, making him clench his jaw as the floor made creaking sounds. He left your shared bedroom and walked towards the living room, his expression serious but the corner of his lips twitching as he watched you standing in front of the sink, drinking a glass of water.
鈥淒oll?鈥 his raspy tone echoed through the room as he made his way to you, his gaze softening.
You put your glass down and gave him a frown, 鈥淗ey, sorry, did I wake you up?鈥 you said in an apologetic manner, a crimson painting your cheeks as you turned your body so that you were facing him.
Bucky shook his head as he sauntered towards you. "S'alright. I couldn't sleep anyway," he admitted with a shrug before lifting you onto the counter, stepping between your legs, and giving you a lazy smile.
Your heart clenched, already knowing the reason why he was awake at this hour. With a sigh, you placed a chaste kiss on his forehead, prepping soft kisses against his skin. Bucky鈥檚 head was resting against your chest, sighing as he held you tight, his arms having a firm grip on your stomach, afraid if you could suddenly disappear.
鈥淎nother nightmare?鈥 you whispered, resting your chin above his head and rubbing his back comfortably.
鈥淚t wasn鈥檛 that bad, Y/N.鈥 he lied, pulling away from your touch, giving you a reassuring smile.
You furrowed your eyebrows, 鈥淭hen why are your hands shaking?鈥 you questioned, a look of worry etched onto your face as you pointed at his trembling hands.
Bucky looked down at his hands, 鈥淚-I鈥檓 fine, doll. I-I, uh-鈥 he spluttered out, unable to finish his sentence. His breathing got shallow and heavier as he tried to give you an answer, but he couldn鈥檛. Images from the nightmare popped up into his head, making him close his eyes. Tears began to well up in his eyes and you immediately pulled him into your arms again, holding him close as he cried into your chest.
鈥淚 got you, Buck.鈥 you comforted, brushing his hair away from his face.
He clutched onto your sweater and buried his face deeper this time into your neck while your hand drifted to the side of his head to bring you closer. You hitched your legs around his hip, clutching him closer to your body.
You guys stayed like this for a while until his crying stopped. Bucky melted at your touch as you whispered sweet things into his ear making him smile. He closed his eyes for a second, enjoying your gentle voice filling his ears.
Bucky pulled away and you gently cupped his face with your hands, your thumb wiping a few remaining tears away from his face. He covered your hands with his and inched closer, your head resting against his.
鈥淵ou鈥檙e gonna be okay, baby. I got you.鈥 you comforted, your thumb brushing his jaw.
He smiled, his heart skipping a beat as he looked into your eyes. Bucky pulled you into a searing kiss. Your eyes closed and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer as he trailed kisses against your lips, your jaw, and your neck, making your head dipping backward.
鈥淕od, I love you so much,鈥 he mumbled against your lips, making you giggle.
鈥淚 love you so much more, Barnes.鈥澛
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melwilson2 months ago
i鈥檓 falling for you | drabbles w/ bucky
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bucky barnes x female reader
warnings | mentions of anxiety, lots of fluff, bucky being a simp for his best girl
鈥渋 like the way your hand fits in mine.鈥
it was known very quickly that bucky barnes did not like to be touched. a pretty, young, and oh鈥 so naive new agent found that out the hard way when she attempted to flirt with the man and placed a hand on his arm. he caught her wrist and almost snapped her forearm in half in an instant, leaving her arm and ego bruised green and purple. after that incident, no one wanted to get close to bucky. he would accept a pat on the back from steve and maybe even sam on a good day, but that was it.
most people kept there distance. most people excluding steve, sam, nat, and鈥nd you. you were the eyes and ears of the avengers and the newest one to join the team. only a field agent when necessary. you usually waited in the jet, eyes scanning security cameras and ears receiving and giving intel back to the team. you were previously in an analyst position and given that agent hill talked highly of your abilities, you had been promoted.
and the team loved you. for awhile you were convinced bucky hated you until you managed to crack a smile and a small laugh out of him on the way home from a successful mission. that night it became your mission to become friends with the super soldier.
weeks went by and it was becoming easier and easier for you to get bucky to open up. he had even offered to go with you to run errands as long as he got to go to his favorite coffee spot. so every week, the two of would walk downtown picking up things you needed before your after debrief.
which leads to now.
you鈥檙e sitting towards the back of the room, arms crossed as you listened to agent hill explain the mission details. you were required to commit much of the details to memory. your eyebrows were furrowed slightly as you focused on the slides floating across the screen. that was until you noticed bucky fidgeting next to you, his left hand nearly rubbing a hole in his dark blue jeans.
you ever so slightly moved your chair closer to his, reaching your hand out under the table. his gaze fell to you, then to the screen, to your hand, and then back to you again as he decided what to do. a moment passed until you felt the cool of metal playing at your fingertips. you both decided that you liked the feeling.
that became a routine of sorts. whenever bucky got anxious or fidgety he would seek you out looking for the one feeling that would ground him.
after a particularly hard mission, you found yourself curled up on the floor next to him. the only noise the soft of hum of the stealth jet. holding out your hand to him, you watched as he intertwined your fingers together.
you glanced up at him and he muttered softly to where only you could hear, 鈥渋 like the way your hand fits in mine.鈥
from across the jet, steve and sam shared a knowing look. tired, yet small smiles stretched across their faces. the bucky from a few months ago wouldn鈥檛 let anyone get close. not just physically, but relationally too.
but you. you were different.
neither of you knew it yet, but you were already his.
鈥測ou can call me whenever you want鈥ven if you don鈥檛 have a reason to.鈥
it was late. really late. like 鈥榤iddle of the night and you don鈥檛 know why but you can鈥檛 sleep鈥 late. your eyes were planted to the ceiling fan that spun aimlessly above you, mind restless, fingers playing with the cellphone in your hands. he had told you to call on nights like these. nights when you were homesick and missing that cool brooklyn air you would let in through the windows every night. you were on an assignment in london. it could take anywhere from a few weeks to a few months. you were hoping for the former but it had already been a month.
you missed him.
you missed seeing his baby blues. the coolness of his fingertips under your shirt. his laugh. and the warmth of his hugs. bucky barnes was on your mind. you wondered if he was awake thinking about you just like you were thinking about him.
you squinted as you slid up on the bright phone screen seeking out his contact. your thumb hovered his contact titled,
jamie <3
a nickname reserved for you and only you.
with a sigh, you pressed it quickly, pressing speaker right after that. it rang one, two, three, four times before it stopped and his voice flooded your ears.
鈥渂aby?鈥 his voice was rough and deeper then usual. a sign he had probably been sleeping.
鈥渋t鈥檚 me,鈥 you said softly. 鈥渄id i wake you? i鈥檓 sorry.鈥 you felt bad. it had taken a long time for bucky to be able to get a consistent decent nights sleep and it was even harder when he wasn鈥檛 next to you.
鈥渄on鈥檛 worry about it, doll. remember what i told you before you left? you can call me whenever you want. even if you don鈥檛 have a reason to.鈥
the man could hear you shuffle a bit before you spoke again. 鈥渋 can鈥檛 sleep and i can鈥檛 stop thinking about you.鈥
he let his eyes flutter shut, taking in the sound of your voice. 鈥渋鈥檝e been missin鈥 you too, baby. real bad. but in a few weeks, you鈥檒l be back in my arms and we鈥檒l be together again. and we can watch the movie you鈥檝e been dying to show me and go to that little cafe we鈥檝e been wanting to try. that sound good to you?鈥
you nodded, though he couldn鈥檛 see you. 鈥渟ounds perfect, jamie.鈥 you yawned and bucky chuckled at the sound on the other end of the line.
鈥済et some sleep, doll, okay? i love you.鈥
鈥渋 love you too. call me when you get up?鈥 your eyes were starting to shut as you awaited bucky鈥檚 response.
鈥渙f course,鈥 bucky muttered, 鈥渢alk to you in a few.鈥
鈥測ou look really cute in that sweater.鈥
bucky never wore sweaters. ever. didn鈥檛 matter how cold it was. he was not going to wear one. the henley of his choice and a jacket would and had done him well鈥ntil today. every henley and seemingly every jacket and hoodie he owned was in the wash. so he stood shirtless in his closet scanning over the minimal amount of clothes he owned until his eyes landed on a black cable-knit sweater steve had loaned him months ago. it was an 鈥榠n case i run out of things to wear鈥 sweater. and well, he was out of things to wear and was supposed to meet you at your favorite coffee shop in thirty minutes.
so he sighed. ran a hand over his face. and sighed again before grabbing the thick clothing and tugging it over his head.
thirty minutes later, he was walking into small, quiet coffee shop, eyes scanning the room for you. you sat at the same table in the back corner, out of the way- more for his sake then yours. he watched as your eyes lit up at the sight of him and the smallest smile tugged at his lips. he couldn鈥檛 help it with his girl looking at him like that.
he could hear steve teasin鈥 him now. buck, you big softie. who woulda鈥 figured.
you stood up when he was close enough to touch and wrapped your arms around his waist, leaning up to kiss him quickly. bucky grunted in displeasure as you tried to pull away, chasing your lips to capture them once again.
鈥渉i,鈥 you greeted.
鈥渉ey,鈥 bucky replied with a smile. he slid into the booth next to you, right arm draped over your shoulders to keep you close.
you snuggled into his side, fingers wrapped securely around your mug of coffee. you glanced up at taller man before saying, 鈥測ou look really cute in that sweater.鈥
he hummed, tugging lightly at the thick material. 鈥測a鈥 think so? cuz i hate it. it- it鈥檚 constricting.鈥
鈥渋 do think so. you look all warm and cuddly.鈥
he scoffed, shooting you a look. 鈥渨arm and cuddly? baby, please. i look like i鈥檝e gone soft.鈥
you laughed lightly. 鈥測ou have, buck.鈥
he looked down at you, not able to hold the playful glare. his lips pressed to your forehead before he said, 鈥渇or you and only you, doll.鈥
鈥渃an i kiss you?鈥
bucky barnes may have been considered a charmer or even a player back in the day, but he always had a respect for women. it had been engraved in his mind by his ma鈥 that women were to be respected. they weren鈥檛 objects or toys. they weren鈥檛 required to stay and be a house wife. they had voices that ought to be heard. they were strong and they were beautiful and they were human.
that鈥檚 why bucky did not wanna mess this up with you. the day he met you he had sworn you were the most beautiful, headstrong woman he had ever met. bright eyes and an even brighter smile.
you were confident, but not cocky. quiet, but not necessarily reserved. you just preferred to listen. and that鈥檚 what you were doing right now. listening to buck talk about the last mission he was on with natasha and sam and the escapades they had gotten themselves into.
and as you cocked your head to the side, a small smile forming on your lips, bucky鈥檚 sentence got caught in his throat because no one had ever looked at him the way you were looking at him now. his ma鈥 would probably say that you looked at him 鈥榣ike he hung moon and every star in the sky.鈥 and you did. with so much adoration and love glistening in those eyes of yours, bucky couldn鈥檛 help be overwhelmed.
so he shut his mouth quickly. paused. and opened his mouth again to ask, 鈥渃an i kiss you?鈥
you let out an airy laugh, grabbing bucky鈥檚 hands. 鈥測ou don鈥檛 have to ask me that, buck.鈥
he sighed, a shy smile tugging at his lips. his eyes focused on your intertwined fingers. 鈥渋 know, but i just want you to be okay with it鈥 don鈥檛 want you to be uncomfortable.鈥
it was rare that you called bucky by his first name. only used it to really get hid attention because he just preferred his nickname- something more familiar.
he hummed, pressing his forehead against yours, seeming to already know what you were going to say next.
鈥渒iss me.鈥
鈥測ou did something different with your hair. you cut it- and is that a nose ring?鈥
you weren鈥檛 the biggest fan of change. you liked things plain and simple. that鈥檚 why your apartment was a mix of neutrals and every car you bought was either silver or black. you went to the grocery store every wednesday morning and called your parents at the same time every other day.
then you got an itch. an itch to do something different. something kinda drastic. and then you saw numerous tiktoks telling you to eff it and do it because why not. so you did. and that鈥檚 why you had called over your best friend to get his reaction.
you were nervous. you weren鈥檛 sure why. maybe because bucky鈥檚 opinion meant the most to you. maybe because you didn鈥檛 want him to think differently about you. or maybe it was because you had a growing crush on the super soldier. (but you鈥檇 never admit that out loud so you didn鈥檛 hear it from me.) and as the front door unlocked you wanted to take it all back. just say that you had gotten a box of pizza you couldn鈥檛 eat by yourself, but no. that wasn鈥檛 the case.
鈥測/n!鈥 bucky called out.
鈥渋n my room!鈥 you replied back.
鈥渉ey, doll,鈥 bucky said softly. you could hear him kick off his shoes before hopping on the bed next to you. he pulled you into him gently, placing a quick kiss to your forehead.
鈥渉ey, bubba,鈥 you sighed contently. you ever so slightly put some more room between the two of you to see how long bucky would take to notice your 鈥渕ajor鈥 transformation.
he glanced over at you quizzically, studying you. you never pulled away from his touch. ever. so something must have been wrong- wait.
he did a double take, capturing your chin between his fingers to get a better look at your face. an intimate moment you didn鈥檛 get to dwell in for too long before bucky said, 鈥測ou did something different with your hair. you cut it- and is that a nose ring?!鈥
you nodded, a shy smile creeping onto your face. 鈥渋 was so tired of the same ol鈥 same old.鈥 you paused. 鈥渄o you like it?鈥
鈥渄o i like it?鈥 bucky repeated back to you. 鈥渋 love it, doll. the change鈥︹ he cocked his head to the side, admiring you, 鈥渋t suits you. you look beautiful.鈥
鈥渨hat鈥檚 the matter, pretty girly?鈥
oh you were mad. actually, you were pissed. completely and utterly done with everyone鈥檚 bs. why? because someone had used the last of your coffee. and y/n l/n needed her coffee. everyone in the compound knew that and everyone could tell when you hadn鈥檛 your daily caffeine fix.
鈥渉ey, steve,鈥 bucky greeted his best friend. 鈥測ou seen my girl?鈥
the blonde nodded towards the kitchen before saying, 鈥渟he鈥檚 been pacing in there for ten minutes.鈥
bucky huffed. 鈥渙ut of coffee?鈥 he asked.
steve nodded and bucky gave him a clap on the shoulder before entering the kitchen. 鈥渉ey, doll.鈥 you ignored the blue eyed man, arms crossed over chest. he rolled his eyes coming to step in front of you, hands reaching out to grab your waist. you grunted, causing bucky鈥檚 hands to tighten. 鈥渨hat鈥檚 the matter, pretty girl?鈥
you shot a glare towards the coffee pot. 鈥渟omeone had the last of my coffee and didn鈥檛 have any kind of human decency to get some more.鈥
the taller man hummed, pushing back the smile that threatened to creep onto his face. you were cute when you were mad. 鈥渋s that so?鈥
you took a step back, hips coming in contact with the counter behind you. 鈥渋 am not in the mood, buck.鈥 it was rare that you used the familiar nickname. you really were mad.
the brunette unhooked your arms and placed them on his shoulders where your fingers immediately went to play with his cropped hair. effortlessly, he placed you on the counter, stepping in between your legs, forehead coming to rest on yours.
鈥渉ow about we go to that little diner you鈥檝e been talking about so much, grab something to eat, and then stop by the store on the way home to get your coffee. how does that sound, hm?鈥 bucky pressed his lips to yours softly before you had the chance to respond, your body relaxing into his by just a touch.
鈥渙kay,鈥 you muttered, 鈥渂ut i get to pay for the food.鈥
bucky scoffed, tugging you off the counter. 鈥測eah, if you get your card out fast enough, doll face.鈥
you rolled your eyes knowing that he already had you beat.
鈥渨e鈥檝e been through everything else together. this is no different.鈥
eleven months ago, the only man you ever knew came back for you. you were locked in your cell, nearly asleep when the alarms sounded. the guards took off down the hall and you pushed yourself off the ground hoping to try and make an escape. however, you were weak and just a few days prior, your superiors had switched your cell because you had gotten out of the last one. you had no chance. so, you slid down the wall, watching as the guards shouted in russian things you should have been listening to if it weren鈥檛 for your exhaustion and clouded mind. gunshots could be heard and felt through the vibrations of the concrete floor. however, they didn鈥檛 phase you. they never did.
but the person standing in front of your cell had managed to grab your attention. the shadow of the man you never thought you would see again loomed over you as you looked up at him through your lashes.
鈥渏amie?鈥 you croaked.
he kneeled down, both hands grasping the metal to steady himself. 鈥渋t鈥檚 me.鈥
鈥測ou came back. i didn鈥檛 think you were coming back.鈥
he looked at you with sad eyes. 鈥渋 couldn鈥檛 leave you behind.鈥 he grabbed his gun from his holster pointing it at the lock. 鈥渃over your face, 谢褞斜芯胁褜.鈥
you turned away as the loud bang! sounded loudly down the hallway. seconds later, an arm was looping itself around your waist, helping you to your feet. 鈥渃an you walk?鈥 you nodded with a grunt.
鈥渉ere.鈥 james handed you one of the many guns he had strapped to him.
鈥渨here are we gonna go?鈥 you asked.
鈥渋 don鈥檛 know,鈥 he replied honestly, 鈥渂ut we鈥檒l figure it out. we always do.鈥
鈥渏amie, what鈥檚 going on?鈥
both of your bags were packed and sitting on top of the rickety bed you had been sleeping on for months now. the brunette was glancing out of the cloth covered window when you entered the room. a cautious habit he picked up from being on the run for so long.
he walked over to you, wrapping his arms around you shoulders. 鈥渨e gotta go, 邪薪谐械谢,鈥 he muttered, 鈥渋t鈥檚 not safe here anymore.鈥
you already knew what that meant. hydra had found you. you had spent the past three months in belarus. happy鈥lmost? more so, content. of course, it was too good to be true.
you sighed. 鈥渋鈥檓 tired of running, j.鈥
鈥渋 know, angel. me too,鈥 the taller man replied, 鈥渂ut we鈥檝e been through everything else together. this is no different. we will get through this together, you hear me? i promise.鈥
he placed the most gentle kiss to your forehead, as you dwelled in the warmth of his larger frame. james knew not to make promises he couldn鈥檛 keep, but he promised, not only to you but to himself, that he would keep you safe no matter what it took. and that was promise he intended to keep.
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winter-soldier-vibes2 months ago
avenger!reader who suffers from depression and is really hard on herself/themself and blames themself after a mission went wrong and locks themselves out, bucky is worried abt them and comforts them
Bucky Barnes x reader
Word count:3102 (wow I went off the rails a bit huh 馃槄)
Warnings: self-blame, mentions of death, nightmares, panic attacks, breakdown, lots of tears, this one鈥檚 really angsty, flashbacks, some fluff/comfort but so much angst
A/N: I loved this request and had a great time writing it. This one鈥檚 a lil more angsty than I usually do and deals with some heavier themes than some of my other ones, so please take care of yourself and heed the warnings. I love you guys so much!
There was nothing you could have done.
You were the first off the quinjet, anxious to get out of the unbearable silence.
You kept your head down as you walked quickly to your room, trying to make as little noise as possible, stumbling to get into your room as fast as possible, locking the door behind you as you let the tears fall.
You looked up at the ceiling, trying to stave off your breakdown as you tried to keep taking even breaths.
鈥淔.R.I.D.A.Y.?鈥 you said in a small voice.
鈥淵es?鈥 the AI responded.
You took a shaky breath, trying to keep your voice even. 鈥淭urn on soundproofing, please.鈥
鈥淎s you wish. I am picking up on signs of distress, would you like me to call Sergeant Barnes?鈥
You shook your head violently at the thought of anyone, especially your boyfriend seeing you like this. 鈥淣o.鈥
鈥淎re you sure? Would you like me to call -鈥
鈥淒on鈥檛 let anyone in this room.鈥
鈥淎s you wish, Y/n.鈥
You heard a noise indicating that the room had been soundproofed.
And you lost it.
You brought a hand to your face and sank back against the wall, shoulders shaking with the force of your sobs. You pushed yourself back against the wall, trying to ground yourself. Your mind flashed back to the mission you had just returned from and you let out an agonizing scream.
You鈥檒l never forget the looks on their faces.
鈥淵/n, come on we have to go!鈥
鈥淲ait - no I almost have them!鈥
鈥淗elp us - please - no don鈥檛 go!鈥
Blood curdling screams that didn鈥檛 belong to you, followed by your own.
A building had collapsed on an innocent family in the aftermath of the fight. You tried to get them out, but you were too late, Steve pulling you away at the last second before you were taken out too.
You were so angry, you had been so close - if you had seen them sooner, if you had just a few more seconds, maybe you could鈥檝e gotten them out.
The last thing that they saw was their only hope being pulled away from them before being suffocated.
You were the last thing they saw, you had promised to get them out.
And you had lied to them.
The last thing they felt was hope that they鈥檇 see another day. No - the last thing they felt was betrayal and fear when they realized that one of the world鈥檚 greatest heroes couldn鈥檛 be their hero too.
The moments that had followed were a blur, your eyes frozen on where their eyes had been, shock coursing through your veins. You had seen someone die before but...not like that. Not when you could鈥檝e maybe saved them.
The shock quickly bubbled into anger as you turned to Steve.
鈥淲hy the FUCK would you do that? I could鈥檝e saved them!鈥
鈥淵ou would鈥檝e died Y/n!鈥
鈥淚f you hadn鈥檛 been distracting me then maybe I would鈥檝e gotten them out in time!鈥
You had angry tears in your eyes, hitting Steve鈥檚 chest and doing exactly nothing to his broad form while he tried to console you.
鈥淕et the fuck away from me! I could鈥檝e saved them, this is YOUR fault.鈥
The ride back was silent. No one dared to talk to you about what had happened. You felt bad after a while but you couldn鈥檛 apologize without completely crumbling. If you opened your mouth you were certain that sobs would come rather than words.
You did feel horrible for what you said, because it wasn鈥檛 true. It wasn鈥檛 Steve鈥檚 fault.
It was yours.
So you waited until you returned to the privacy of your room, screaming bloody murder over the guilt you felt. Replaying what had happened, telling yourself everywhere you had gone wrong, every hesitation that could鈥檝e given you an extra few seconds.
You felt like you鈥檇 never stop seeing their eyes, paralyzed by fear.
You were the last thing they saw, and now you would remember their last moment for the rest of yours.
You couldn鈥檛 imagine the amount of pain and fear they had felt when they realized they weren鈥檛 getting out of the rubble alive. That they would die as a part of a warzone they didn鈥檛 intend to be a part of. The feeling of hope draining from their bodies, blood running cold as they realized they had mere seconds left.
鈥淣o!鈥 you screamed at the top of your lungs, body curling in on itself as you drew your knees in and wrapped your arms around your torso, sick to your stomach.
This was your fault, and you would never forget it.
The rest of the team had sighed as they watched you get off the quinjet, walking a bit too fast to be alright. They shared concerned looks with each other, watching your form disappear into the compound.
You weren鈥檛 okay, but after what had happened when Steve tried to approach you, they thought it best to give you some space.
The rest of them entered the compound, going their separate ways as Steve sat to down and ran a hand down his face, trying to get his mind off of what had happened. He was shaken up too, but he couldn鈥檛 lose you like that. You would die protecting strangers, and while he thought that was noble, he wondered when there wouldn鈥檛 be someone to pull you out in time.
Bucky had come down to check on you, knowing that the team had gotten back from a mission. But before he could knock on the door, F.R.I.D.A.Y. spoke. 鈥淪ergeant Barnes, Y/n has requested that she not be disturbed.鈥
Bucky furrowed his eyebrows, both in concern and confusion. Usually when a mission hit you hard, you would talk to him about what had happened. So either you were just tired, or this was worse than it had ever been.
He clenched his jaw and stood there for another few moments before he walked away, heading towards anyone who may be able to tell him what happened on the mission.
He came into the common room, seeing Steve doing a mission report. Well - the mission report was in front of him and he was staring blankly at it.
鈥淪teve?鈥 Bucky said softly, trying not to startle him.
Steve didn鈥檛 look up.
鈥淪teve,鈥 Bucky said a little louder.
Steve looked up from the papers, shaking his head slightly. 鈥淗ey, Buck. What鈥檚 up?鈥
鈥淎re you okay?鈥 Bucky asked, taking in Steve鈥檚 tired appearance and how his mind seemed elsewhere.
鈥淵eah, yeah, I鈥檓 fine,鈥 Steve said, barely looking at Bucky.
鈥淵ou know, I鈥檝e taken care of enough black eyes from mister back-alley hero to know when you鈥檙e not really fine.鈥 Bucky said with a small smirk.
Steve鈥檚 eyes flicked up to Bucky鈥檚 as he sighed. 鈥淚t鈥檚 not me you should be worried about,鈥 he muttered.
鈥淲hat happened?鈥 Bucky asked.
Steve recounted the mission to his friend, Bucky getting increasingly concerned about you. He knew you had a tendency to blame yourself for different things, and he knew what blaming yourself for someone鈥檚 death was like, even if you couldn鈥檛 control the situation.
Bucky was brainwashed. You were too late. Two different things, but the survivor's guilt was excruciating.
鈥淚s she okay?鈥 Bucky asked nervously.
鈥淪he didn鈥檛 get hurt, if that鈥檚 what you mean,鈥 Steve started, 鈥渂ut she seemed pretty shaken up. You haven鈥檛 talked to her?鈥
鈥淪he doesn鈥檛 want to be bothered,鈥 Bucky said.
Steve nodded. 鈥淛ust give her some time,鈥 he said, worriedly.
Bucky nodded, though unconvinced. He bottled up his emotions until the two of you met. Ever since the two of you never kept anything from each other. And he knew that seeing someone die and feeling at fault for it could destroy you. He wasn鈥檛 sure if time and space was what you needed.
But it was what you wanted right now. So he wouldn鈥檛 get in the way.
Back in your room you were curled in a ball on the floor, sobs wracking your body as you lost all sense of time and space and all you knew was it hurt and if you closed your eyes they were right there and you couldn鈥檛 do anything about it. You had a hand pressed to your chest as you tried to breathe but eventually gave way to a new surge of agony when your mind went back to how people died and you couldn鈥檛 help them.
You tried to calm down but then your mind would remind you that they had a family and they would never see them again and it was your fault.
鈥淪top, please just stop,鈥 you put your hands over your ears as you tugged slightly on your hair.
They died terrified.
鈥淧lease make it stop,鈥 you sobbed.
You were supposed to help them and you failed.
鈥淣o, God, please stop鈥︹
They died because of you
You had fallen asleep on the floor at some point, when, you weren鈥檛 sure, but you woke up to your own screams. You were drenched in a cold sweat, dried tears on your face and chest heaving as you tried to breathe. You brought your hands to your mouth when you realized it was just a dream, sobbing once again.
You didn鈥檛 know why these people鈥檚 death was hitting you harder than any other death you had seen. This wasn鈥檛 the first time you had seen people die - far from it. You鈥檇 killed your fair share of agents without a hint at remorse. Because they deserved it.
You鈥檇 seen buildings burn down, fall apart, innocent people die - but you鈥檇 never felt as responsible as you did this time. Because they were right there. And you were so close.
But they still died and you saw their last moments. And you were theirs.
And it was destroying you.
You didn鈥檛 leave your room the following day. Or the day after that.
Needless to say, the team was extremely worried about you. Especially Bucky.
He knew what survivor鈥檚 guilt could do to a person, and he knew being alone with your thoughts wasn鈥檛 helping. He also knew that pushing the topic could do much more harm than good, causing you to retreat further into yourself.
He tried texting you, wanting to let you know that he was there for you, that he was worried about you, and that he loved you.
None of them went though because your phone was off, you having not even looked at it since coming back from the mission.
F.R.I.D.A.Y. was still telling everyone that you did not want to be disturbed, as you had requested. Obviously Tony had the power to override the locks, but again, no one wanted to push you.
When it had been 3 days since you had seen any sunlight, Bucky had had enough. He knew you couldn鈥檛 be taking proper care of yourself and he couldn鈥檛 let you do that to yourself. He had Tony override your locks and he came to your door, knocking gently.
He knocked again, a little louder. 鈥淵/n? I鈥檓 coming in, alright?鈥
Bucky took a deep breath before he opened your door slowly, peeking his head in. it was the middle of the afternoon and your room was dark, the only light coming from the hallway and from the cracks between the shades, which were drawn shut.
Bucky let himself in and turned on a lamp, shutting the door behind him. He looked at you with worried eyes as he took in your appearance.
You were pressed up against the headboard of your bed, knees drawn to your chest as you stared blankly, your eyes fixated on your bedsheets. Your eyes were red, face blotchy, your hair was a mess and you were still wearing your uniform from the mission.
鈥淵ou shouldn鈥檛 be here,鈥 you said quietly, voice raspy from yelling these past few days.
鈥淵/n -鈥
鈥淕et out,鈥 you said quietly, though not angrily.
鈥淚鈥檓 afraid I can鈥檛 do that, y/n.鈥
鈥淧lease,鈥 you said, cursing yourself as your voice cracked. You didn鈥檛 want to breakdown in front of Bucky.
鈥淚t鈥檚 not your fault, y/n.鈥
You pushed yourself off of the bed, shaking your head. 鈥淚鈥檓 not doing this right now, Bucky.鈥
鈥淵ou鈥檙e going to have to talk about it at some point, y/n.鈥
鈥淣ot if I can help it.鈥
鈥淭his kind of thing isn鈥檛 going to go away, okay? Time heals but not by itself.鈥 You weren鈥檛 listening as you ran a hand over your face, overwhelmed.
鈥淧lease, talk to me y/n. You鈥檙e going to make yourself sick.鈥
鈥淚鈥檓 fine.鈥
鈥淭his isn鈥檛 fine. Not taking care of yourself and living in the dark staring at the wall isn鈥檛 fine, y/n. Please, don鈥檛 hide from me. It鈥檚 just me, y/n.鈥
You shook your head, eyes glazed over like glass. 鈥淚 could鈥檝e saved them.鈥 you said simply.
鈥淵/n, there was nothing -鈥
鈥淏ULLSHIT!鈥 You yelled. 鈥淭here had to have been something I could do, if I had gotten there earlier or - or if I had moved faster or been stronger then I could鈥檝e gotten them out! It鈥檚 my fault they鈥檙e dead okay? I couldn鈥檛 save them and that鈥檚 my fault!鈥
Bucky walked over to you slowly, asking you to look at him. 鈥淚t isn鈥檛 your fault, y/n. The building collapsed, no one could鈥檝e gotten them out.鈥
鈥淚 could have saved them.鈥 you said again, tears falling down your face. 鈥淚 could have gotten them out. I was the last thing they saw and you know what I was doing? Being carried away like some coward. They died afraid because a superhero couldn鈥檛 save them. And that鈥檚 on me.鈥
Bucky shook his head slightly. 鈥淵ou can鈥檛 save everyone, y/n.鈥
鈥淪o what, am I supposed to choose? I鈥檓 supposed to choose whether I save people or move on because they aren鈥檛 part of the mission? Am I supposed to let them die?鈥 you asked incredulously.
鈥淵ou can鈥檛 risk your own life like that, y/n.鈥
鈥淲hat? And pretend like my life is any more important than theirs?!鈥 you exclaimed.
鈥淵/n -鈥
鈥淣o, why do I have the right to walk away from people because I鈥檓 afraid of getting hurt when they鈥檙e about to die? What gives me that right?鈥
鈥淏ecause I can鈥檛 lose you!鈥 Bucky exclaimed. 鈥淵es, those people matter, but goddamn it y/n, you have helped so many people and you will keep saving so many people, but you can鈥檛 do that if you鈥檙e dead. We help who we can and mourn the rest. It鈥檚 not your fault that those people died. There was nothing that you could have done.鈥
鈥淏ut if I had a few more seconds -鈥
鈥淭he building still would have fallen and you鈥檇 be asking yourself for a few more seconds. There is nothing you or anyone else could鈥檝e done.鈥
You stayed silent, more tears falling from your eyes. Bucky pulled you in for a hug as your shoulders started to shake with more sobs. 鈥淚 know it doesn鈥檛 make it hurt any less, but it鈥檚 not your fault.鈥
鈥淚 can鈥檛 stop seeing the look they had on their faces,鈥 you shook your head. 鈥淓verytime I try to sleep I see them and I can鈥檛 make it go away. And I want to forget but I don鈥檛 deserve to and it hurts but I don鈥檛 deserve to forget.鈥
鈥淚 know, I know,鈥 Bucky said, knowing all too well what being haunted by the fear on someone鈥檚 face was like. 鈥淏ut it鈥檚 not your fault. You didn鈥檛 let them die, y/n. You would鈥檝e given anything to save them, if Steve hadn鈥檛 pulled you away you would鈥檝e died with them. You didn鈥檛 run away even though you knew you would die if you stayed. You do know that right?鈥
鈥淚 don鈥檛 care.鈥
鈥淚 don鈥檛 think you mean that,鈥 Bucky said softly. You felt new tears fall from your eyes as you hid your face into Bucky鈥檚 chest.
鈥淵ou can鈥檛 tell me that nothing could be done. You can鈥檛 tell me that innocent people were going to die and that鈥檚 the way it has to be. That isn鈥檛 fair,鈥 you spoke through your tears.
Bucky pulled back to wipe the tears from your face and look you in the eyes. 鈥淭hey were in the wrong place at the wrong time, and you did everything in your power to save them. It鈥檚 not your fault that you got there too late. Those HYDRA agents who destroyed the city - it鈥檚 their fault. Not yours.鈥
鈥淚鈥檓 supposed to protect people,鈥 you said as you shrugged and shook your head slightly. 鈥淚f I can鈥檛 do that then what am I?鈥
鈥淎 person who is trying their best. You don鈥檛 always have to be everyone鈥檚 hero. You don鈥檛 have to take responsibility for everyone, that鈥檚 too much to expect of anyone. It鈥檚 not your responsibility to save everyone because you can鈥檛. But you鈥檝e saved so many people that would鈥檝e died if you weren鈥檛 there. You are so important, but you have to stay alive to help more people.鈥
You took a shaky breath. 鈥淭hose people were going to die no matter what,鈥 you whispered, more to yourself than to Bucky. Your chest tightened again and you felt sick. 鈥淥h my God,鈥 you said, the acceptance of the fact brought on a new wave of emotions as your knees felt weak.
Bucky pulled you back into his chest again, rubbing a hand up and down your back. 鈥淚t鈥檚 not your fault, y/n.鈥
鈥淭hen why does it hurt so much?鈥 you sobbed against his chest.
鈥淏ecause you have a good heart.鈥
You shook your head against his chest. 鈥淚 don鈥檛 want one if it means it鈥檚 going to hurt this much.鈥
鈥淚t鈥檚 okay, y/n. It鈥檚 gonna be okay, I鈥檝e got you.鈥
鈥淧lease make it stop. I don鈥檛 want it to hurt anymore.鈥
Bucky felt tears sting his own eyes at your pain, holding you tighter against him. He cleared his throat before saying 鈥淚 can鈥檛 make it go away. But I鈥檓 here to hold you and do everything I can to make it better. I鈥檓 not going anywhere y/n.鈥
He held you against his chest, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. 鈥淚鈥檓 not going anywhere.鈥
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angrythingstarlight3 months ago
Sweeter than Sugar
Summary: She broke his heart but you're not going to let her win. Bucky deserves the best and you're going to give it to him.
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Pairing: Chubby Baker!Bucky x Reader, mentions of former relationship with OFC.
Word Count: 4K
Warnings: Smut, Oral (fem receiving), body shaming by OFC, language, mentions of insecurities. painful break up (not reader) bit angst, fluff. As always 18+ only.
A/N: Do not copy, rewrite, repost or translate my works. Comments and reblogs are welcomed. Beta'd by the lovely @deann and @makbarnes but all mistakes are my own.
A/N II: @star-spangled-bingo 2021 Squared filled: Curtain fic and @gotnofucks Body positivity challenge
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"Wait till you try this. I think this is my best batch yet." Bucky promises as he pulls the tray out of the oven with his vibranium hand.
You cringe for a second before remembering that he can handle the heat.
You stretch, looking around the large bright kitchen. A fresh breeze floats through the open window carrying in notes of rain and freshly cut grass and the faint sounds of the neighbor's kids playing with their dogs.
Leaning back in your seat, you turn your gaze back to him, a faint smile on your lips as he blows on the pastries, cute little puffs he named after you.
His blue eyes shine under the soft yellow lights, an apron under the swell of his pudgy belly. He looks incredible, wearing only a pair of black boxers that stretch across the curves of his ass. His hair is pulled back into a small bun at the nape of his neck, and there's always something smeared across his cheek.
Yesterday, it had been red velvet frosting, and today, cherry.
Bucky scoops a puff on to a small white plate, grabbing a fork from the drawer. He beams, his entire face radiant as he walks towards you.
That's the look that makes your stomach twist and leaves you feeling dizzy.
Dating Bucky has been a dream. He's loving, kind and he looks at you with such love that you lose your breath just thinking about him.
According to him, you've improved his life in several ways; he swears his food tastes better now, that you somehow make his cakes perfect, his frostings sweeter, and well, he can鈥檛 look at a peach without grinning like a drunk-in-love idiot.
You鈥檝e spent many late mornings and lazy afternoons watching him patter around the kitchen, listening to him explain his baking processes while you lounge in a chair.
You don鈥檛 understand half of what he鈥檚 saying, but he speaks with such passion, his hands animatedly flying in the air as he talks about chocolates, melting points, and the differences in pans.
Bucky has discovered early on that he loves to watch you eat. To be more specific, if it's his food. Only his food, if he鈥檚 being honest. He gets so nervous every time that his stomach plummets because he wants to make things for you.
Give you so many things.
Starting with your own custom-made pastry.
鈥淗ere, Peach, it just melts on your tongue,鈥 his deep voice lowering to a near moan.
He slips the pastry into your open mouth, his thumb grazing over your bottom lip as you swallow. Oh, your eyes almost roll back in your head when the flavors explode on your taste buds. You鈥檝e never tasted anything that wonderful.
鈥淥h my god, Bucky,鈥 you gasp, leaning forward for more. 鈥淚-that鈥檚 so good! Can I have another?鈥
He grins, lopsided and wide, his heart thundering so hard it feels like it might fly out of his chest. Bucky will give you pastries as much as you want if you keep looking at him like that. He puts his all into his baking and the fact that you enjoy it makes him feel as if he can walk on air.
Bucky kisses your forehead as you chew, pushing away from the table, he slides on his sock-covered feet to the fridge. 鈥淲hat do you want to drink?鈥
鈥淲hat do we have?鈥 You giggle as he dances in front of the fridge, calling out options for you.
It鈥檚 hard to believe that the carefree man in front of you is the same one that was ashamed to remove his shirt a few weeks ago.
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Bucky holds your hands at your sides, fingers laced between yours as he feasts between your thighs. He promised to make you come for him at least three times and you swear it鈥檚 been double that by now. His warm, wet tongue flicking over your swollen, sensitive clit over and over, sucking and pulling it into his mouth like he can鈥檛 get enough of you.
You moan incoherently, voice hoarse from begging and mewling, your legs limp around his broad shoulders. 鈥淏uc-Bucky, oh right there, Bucky,鈥 you plead, feeling pressure build in your belly as his tongue traces patterns over you.
Bucky grinned, his face covered in your slick. He can鈥檛 remember the last time he had a better meal in his life. 鈥淭hat鈥檚 my girl, so sweet, need one more taste, just a little more,鈥 he whispers before his lips wrap around your clit again. Your mouth falls open in a wordless scream, back arching off the bed when he gently shakes his head, sucking so hard that you see stars.
Bucky groans actually groans deep and vulgar when you cum,and you feel it as your body explodes, waves of pleasure surging through you until you鈥檙e gushing on his beard. He eases up, nuzzling into your puffy folds as you come down from your high. Bucky looks up, his dark slate-blue eyes taking in your heaving chest, a bead of sweat rolling down your belly.
鈥淥ne more?鈥 he says hopefully, wanting to dive back into your pussy.
Your eyes widen as you frantically shake your head. 鈥淣o. Oh no. Bucky, I can鈥檛, I really can鈥檛, I鈥檓 not sure I can handle any more.鈥 You laugh breathlessly, tugging one of your hands free from his tight grip. You rake your fingers through his hair, smiling down at him. "Besides, I鈥檝e been dreaming about you fucking me until I can鈥檛 walk.鈥
A faint blush sweeps across his cheeks as he averts his eyes. 鈥淧each,鈥 he mumbles shyly like he just didn鈥檛 spend the past hour worshiping your pussy with his mouth.
Bucky stands up, wiping a hand down his face. He stares at his glistening palm for a second, and then his pink tongue darts out, swiping across the wet surface. You wonder if he鈥檚 aware that he's moaning, your pussy throbbing at the guttural sounds.
鈥淵ou鈥檙e filthy,鈥 you jest when he does it again. His face gets even redder as he sucks on his finger.
鈥淵ou taste better than my pies,鈥 he retorts. 鈥淚 could eat you all day, every day.鈥
鈥淭omorrow, for sure, but right now I want you inside me.鈥
His smile drops a little when you tell him to get undressed. He鈥檚 been dreading this moment, doing everything he can to avoid it. You scoot back on the bed, reaching out for him. Bucky looks down at his body, at his belly, his eyes narrowing, he scratches the back of his neck, telling himself he can do this.
He lifts the edge of his navy blue Henley, freezing when he hears her voice in his head. 鈥淲ho would want a fatty? No one is going to love you looking like that.鈥 Even now it stings thinking about her. Bucky glances over at you, his heartbreaking at the thought of you rejecting him.
Bucky drops his shirt and reaches for the lamp. 鈥淥ne second.鈥 He says. An unmistakable hint of sadness in his voice has you sitting up. He鈥檚 never sounded like that before.
You tilt your head to the side, searching his face. 鈥淏ucky, what鈥檚 wrong?鈥
鈥淛ust gonna turn the lights off first.鈥 The corner of his lips lifts in a weak, watery smile.
You move to your knees and grab his large hand before he can switch them off. 鈥淲hy?鈥
Bucky swallows, 鈥渘o reason, just like the lights off, 'is all.鈥
Bucky鈥檚 admittedly good at a lot of things, but lying isn鈥檛 one of them. He briefly meets your gentle gaze, worry and fear swimming in his beautiful clear blue eyes.
Placing your hands on his chest, you grab his chin. 鈥淏ucky, look at me.鈥 He immediately follows your soft command. 鈥淲hat鈥檚 wrong? Did I do something?鈥
Bucky blinks, shaking his head, almost confused at the thought that you could do anything wrong. 鈥淣o, no, you鈥檙e perfect! It鈥檚 me. I don鈥檛 wanna disappoint you.鈥 His voice tapers off in a whisper, hearing her sharp laughter the last night they were together. 鈥淚 know I鈥檓 fat, so it would be better if we turned off the lights, that way you don鈥檛 have to look at me. 鈥
You stare at your generous, doting boyfriend. 鈥淲hy wouldn鈥檛 I want to look at you?,鈥 you question, befuddled because who on earth would jump at the chance to see a naked Bucky Barnes.
He shrugs a shoulder, his somber eyes drifting down. He grabs his belly and jiggles it. Another shrug followed by a quiet, 鈥淚 look different with my clothes off.鈥
You crane your head back, 鈥淚 love your belly, it鈥檚 perfect. Who made you feel like you have to hide it?鈥
Bucky sighs, rubbing his cheek into your palm. 鈥淢y ex, Moxie- 鈥
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Bucky dated her two years ago. She latched on to him when he and Steve bought the bakery, wanting to be the girlfriend of the rising baking star.
Bucky slowly gained weight as he sampled his baking and designed dessert menus for local restaurants, his joy for baking expanding each day, finally getting to see his dreams become reality.
He hadn鈥檛 noticed the changes in his body until one night Moxie cruelly pointed them out.
He was getting ready for bed, eager to be with his girl after a full day of running around. He had been telling her about how another restaurant wanted his input, so excited to share his news that he didn鈥檛 notice the way she glared at him.
Tossing his shirt in the hamper, he turned to her and smiled, his hands on his belt. 鈥淚鈥檝e been thinking about you all day baby, I can鈥檛- 鈥
Moxie sneered at him, pretending to gag. 鈥淎re you serious?鈥
Bucky鈥檚 brows furrowed. 鈥淯m, what?鈥
鈥淯m, what,鈥 she mocked, pulling the blanket up to her chest. There's a pause, tension seeping into the room. 鈥淵ou know what, I have to say it, I can't take this anymore James. Look at you and look at me, why the fuck would I let you touch me anymore?鈥
Moxie sighed, 鈥渃an you put on your shirt back on or something because that- 鈥渟he gestured at him 鈥-is disgusting鈥 She let out an irritated groan when he flinched at her words.
A punch to the gut would have hurt less. Bucky felt his heart split. 鈥淢oxie,鈥 he whispered, unable to find words to express the pain currently ripping through him.
鈥淟ook, I didn鈥檛 sign up for this, you were in shape when we got together, what the hell happened to you? Why do you think I stopped letting you touch me.鈥 She ranted, ignoring his soft pleas for her to stop.
鈥淓ither lose the weight or I鈥檒l fuck Steve, at least he still looks good.鈥 She rubbed her eyes with the back of her hand, yawning, 鈥渃an you go somewhere else, I don鈥檛 want you accidentally rolling over me and squishing me in your sleep.鈥
His mouth floundered open, but he couldn鈥檛 speak. It all hurt too much, and he felt like he couldn鈥檛 breathe, the air was too thick and his chest grew tighter with each breath; he needed to get away, terrified of what might happen if he cried in front of her.
Bucky shuffled out the room, his heart shattering with every step. He thought she was happy, that he made her happy. Her laughter following him out to the hallway made his head droop even more.
What did he do wrong?
He spent the night on the couch, staring at his old pictures through tear-filled eyes, Bucky always had a little fullness to him, but he was always happy with his body. And he had been having so much fun with the grand opening and all the new opportunities that he never noticed that he stopped needing belts and his shirts were a little snug over his belly.
Bucky called Steve, his best friend fuming when he told him what happened. By the time he was done speaking with him, Bucky felt a little better, his heart may have been in pieces but he knew what he needed to do.
He kicked her out the next morning.
Much to Moxie鈥檚 surprise and Bucky's. He may be chubby but he's not going to be her pushover either.
Bucky ignored her apologies and said she had to go. It shocked her when Steve had shown up with a roll of garbage bags, tossing them at her feet with a sharp quip that he doesn鈥檛 fuck losers. Both men stood side by side, watching silently as she packed her belongings.
The only things she left behind were his broken heart and a few nagging insecurities that plagued him.
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He finishes, his broad shoulders slumped under the weight of his confession, you want nothing more than to stamp out the sadness marring his beautiful eyes.
鈥淚 thought she loved me but--鈥 he sighs, 鈥--I don鈥檛 want you to look at me the way she did, I love you too much, Peach, and I know I should probably lose a few -鈥
You鈥檝e never been angrier in your life. You want to punch little Ms. Moxie in her throat, she better hope she never runs into you because they will have to pry you off of her.
Clearing your head, you clasp his face in your hands and pull him down for a kiss. 鈥淏ucky Barnes, you are the sweetest man I know, you鈥檙e beautiful and I love everything about you.鈥
You silence his objections with another kiss. 鈥淚 mean it Bucky, I love all of you. You don鈥檛 need to change anything.鈥
Bucky swallows the small protest, letting himself relax. You鈥檙e not her, you won鈥檛 hurt him. Placing a kiss on his soft, round belly, you murmur, 鈥測ou have no idea how sexy you are, honey.鈥
You stand on the bed, holding on to his bicep for balance, and tug his shirt off. Looking down at him, you bite your lip. He鈥檚 ridiculously handsome and you鈥檙e going to prove it to him.
You pepper kisses along the curve of his neck as you sink back down, praising him and telling him how much you love him, describing in vivid detail how each part of his body is perfect.
His confidence and love for you growing with each word. By the time you reach the band of his boxers, he panting, his eyes darkening with an almost feral need to possess you.
Bucky tears off the last barrier keeping you from him and he pounces. You giggle as he pushes you into the soft blankets, the solid, comforting weight of his body encompassing you as he kisses you with such passion you forget to breathe. His warm lips melding into yours, his wet tongue dipping into your mouth, the taste of you still lingering on his tongue as it dips into your mouth.
Bucky reaches down with one hand, grabbing his cock, his other hand cupping the back of your head as he deepens the kiss. He breaks the kiss, resting his forehead on yours so he can gaze into your eyes. Bucky watches your mouth fall open, a gasp pouring out when he guides his thick cock into you.
He rolls his hips, moving deeper into your wet, hot heat. 鈥淭hat鈥檚 it Peach, you鈥檙e so good,鈥 He brushes his lips across yours, swallowing your oh Bucky as he stretches your tight pussy around him. The slight burn gives aways to pure bliss, you circle your hips after a minute. A quiet I鈥檓 ready breathed into his mouth.
Bucky thrusts languidly into your pussy, each deliberate slow drag of his throbbing cock against your soft walls sends bursts of pleasure up your belly and down your spine. His lovemaking tender, yet so possessive that your head is reeling.
He makes sure that you feel all of him, each inch as you clench down, greedy for more of him, even as he goes deeper and deeper, his soft lips caressing your neck. His body keeping you pinned, so you have to take everything he鈥檚 giving you.
That pressure builds again, heavy and hot in your belly, digging your heels into the top of his thighs, you meet his strokes, pleading with him to please move a little faster, you need it so bad.
You don鈥檛 have to beg; he wants you to cum for him; he wants to feel your sweet pussy flutter around him as you cry out his name.
Bucky sucks a bruise on your throat, his hips pounding into yours. The headboard smacking against the wall with each powerful thrust. The dull thuds drowned out by your loud moans, the pressure getting more intense.
鈥淏ucky,鈥斺 you cry out, scratching his lower back when he grinds his hips down, 鈥溾攐h fuck, do that, do that again,鈥 you frantically chant, slapping your hands on his ass, keening when he does, god yes, he does it just right, hitting a tender spot inside your cunt so hard that you bite down on his shoulder to keep from screaming.
鈥淭hat it Peach, is that what you need.鈥 He slips a hand between your bodies, his wide fingers circling your clit, 鈥淕o on, cum for me, give it to me Peach, be my good girl, and cum for me.鈥
You do, your walls clenching down as the pressure snaps, sensations firing off as your orgasms winds through you. Bucky鈥檚 pace falters, becomes erratic when he feels you milking his cock, unable to hold himself back any longer he lets himself go, relishing in your warmth until he spills inside you.
He tries to roll off of you, but you wrap your arms around him, murmuring for him to stay for a minute. You smooth your hands over his slick back, Bucky relaxes on top of you, grinning at your contented sigh. 鈥淚 love you Peach.鈥
鈥淟ove you too,鈥 you respond, plotting all the ways you鈥檙e going to let him know how much he means to you.
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After that night, you began to praise Bucky, complimenting his body every chance you got, smacking his ass whenever he walked past you, hugging and kissing him.
The first couple of weeks, he would hide his face behind one of his large hands and his cheeks would resemble one of his bright red apples. 鈥淧each, you don鈥檛 have to, I mean I鈥檓-鈥 he would stammer each time, always tucking his hair behind his ears.
It took you three days to figure out that he has a praise kink and you amped it. He barely opened his eyes before you were saying something that made him hide his face behind his pillow, laughing when you wiggled under it to tell him how good he looks when he smiles.
While you loved making him blush, you cherished how confident he became. And you reaped the benefits, one second he was a bashful baker with buttercream frosting on his forehead, the next he was bending you over his counter, railing you so good you couldn鈥檛 even scream his name.
After a while, he stopped avoiding the bathroom mirror in the mornings. And you couldn鈥檛 wipe the grin off your face, the first time you saw him cooking, shirtless, in the kitchen. He turned when he heard your footsteps, his face turning that familiar shade of red as you openly gawked.
鈥淐鈥檓on Peach, don鈥檛 you start-鈥 he playfully grumbles, his lip twitching as he held in his smile, he moved back to the frying pan turning off the stove as he braces himself.
You squeal, flinging yourself at him, peppering his back with kisses. You couldn鈥檛 contain the litany of praises on your tongue, so proud of him. Bucky twisted in your grasp, cupping your face in his hands. 鈥淕od I love you Peach.鈥
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Bucky and Steve are celebrating the grand opening of another bakery. The largest one to date. The new building is full of investors, press, other bakers and chefs, a live band playing in the corner, drinks, and food everywhere, and of course the tower of desserts in the middle of the room. The atmosphere light and airy, glasses clinking, people dancing and every kind of cake, pies, and pastry imaginable on silver platters through the room.
You鈥檝e never had so much fun, although a slightly buzzed Bucky is having an even better time because you鈥檙e wearing one of his favorite dresses. You remember when he first saw you in it, you twirled out of the dressing room and he nearly lost it in the middle of the store.
The more he celebrates, the more he鈥檚 giving you that look. Steve has to keep interfering, he鈥檚 close to going feral in front of all his guests.
Steve sent him to the kitchen after he caught him trying to put his hand between your thighs. You鈥檙e laughing as a contrite Bucky gets up from the table to refill the rapidly diminishing display.
鈥淵ou know I鈥檝e known Buck my whole life and I鈥檝e never seen him this happy.鈥 Steve remarks as he takes a seat across from you. His warm blue eyes glistening. 鈥淭hank you for that. He鈥檚 been through a lot and you鈥檙e the best thing that happened to him.鈥
Your cheeks get heated at his words. Steve leans forward, holding your hand between his. 鈥淚 mean it, even though he鈥檚 getting on my last nerve talking about you.鈥
Steve squeezes your hand as he looks up at the ceiling for a second. 鈥淕od, the man never shuts up, and I鈥檓 this close to strangling him if he compares you to another peach, but I love-鈥
He cuts off, his head jerks back so fast, you think something struck him. 鈥淲hat the fuck is she doing here?鈥
You turn around in your chair, searching the crowded room. 鈥淲ho are you talking about?鈥
鈥淢oxie,鈥 Steve spits out, his hand curling into a fist. 鈥淲hite dress by the bar.鈥
You find her flirting with one of the investors. Moxie puts her hand on his chest, her shrill laugh cutting through the surrounding conversations. Whatever she tried fails spectacularly. The tall, sturdy blonde grimaces and walks away. You would almost feel bad if you didn鈥檛 want to slam her face into the wall.
She spots Steve and waves, making her way through the crowd. 鈥淗ey, long time no see.鈥
Steve raises a brow, his eyes hardening. 鈥淲hy are you here?鈥
She laughs, patting his shoulder. 鈥淚鈥檓 here to apologize to Bucky, I know he misses me, he must be lonely.鈥
鈥淩eally?鈥 you question, keeping your voice light and even.
Moxie dismissively glances at you before returning her attention to Steve. You chuckle under your breath, tapping your heel on the floor.
Don鈥檛 ruin your man鈥檚 event. Don鈥檛 ruin your mans鈥 event. You repeat the thought as you inhale through your nose.
鈥淪o I heard you two are doing really well.鈥 She says, her manicured nails roaming over Steve鈥檚 suit. 鈥淩eally well.鈥
Steve flicks her fingers off him, 鈥淲e are. No Bucky鈥檚 not lonely. He doesn鈥檛 miss you. He鈥檚 very happy. With her.鈥
Moxie鈥檚 polite veneer cracks when Steve points at you. Waving your fingers at her, you grin at her. 鈥淵ou go near my Bucky and I鈥檒l rip that cheap necklace off and shove it down your throat.鈥
She turns to Steve, gesturing to you as if she's the innocent one here; he raises his glass, blowing a harsh breath through his lips. 鈥淒on鈥檛 look at me, I still don鈥檛 fuck losers, but I鈥檒l call if you if that changes.鈥
You laugh in your empty glass when she sputters. She turns to you, hand on her hip. You slowly raise your eyes, returning her stare. Part of you wanting her to do something, so you can wipe the smirk off her overly painted face.
鈥淲hatever, I don鈥檛 need this. Keep the fattie. I can find another rich loser like that.鈥 She snaps her fingers, storming over to the bar. You blink a few times in disbelief. The audacity of this bitch, thinking that she can stay and mingle at his event.
You're debating if you should have her thrown out by one of the staff or if you should drag her out by her hair.
You look her up and down as you ponder your choices, pausing when you see the edge of a tag sticking out the back of her dress. Hmm, interesting. She must plan on returning it after tonight.
A devious smirk slowly takes over your face, you know exactly what you鈥檙e going to do to little Ms. Moxie.
You glance at Steve, picking up his wineglass. Steve shakes his head while grabbing your hand. 鈥淗ey hey, I know what you鈥檙e thinking, and no.鈥
Before you can say anything, he鈥檚 pouring more burgundy wine into the glass until it鈥檚 nearly sloshing over the sides. 鈥淚f you鈥檙e going do it, you gotta do it right.鈥
You exchange knowing glances. No one hurts Bucky. You saunter over to her, keeping your hand steady, not wanting to lose a single drop on the floor.
鈥淗ey Moxie,鈥 you call out. She turns around and you 鈥榯rip鈥 over your heels, the deep red liquid flying forward in a perfect arch, splashing across her ivory dress, her face and you even got some in her hair.
鈥淥ops, gosh, I am so clumsy,鈥 you state, hiding your grin as she shrieks.
Steve jumps up, offering to help before she can swing at you. 鈥淚 got you, darling.鈥
He places a hand on her back, quickly ushering her away 鈥渁 little club soda will get that right out,鈥 he reassures a pouting, whining Moxie.
He's lying through his teeth, that stain will never come out. Steve gets a peek at the price tag, almost laughing at the $899 imprinted on the card. He maintains his fa莽ade, leading her through the room, he stops, giving her a wide smile.
鈥淎nd you can find some at the drugstore down the street.鈥 He states, opening the front door and pushing her out. Her indignant shouts cut off when he slams the door in her face.
You throw your head back and cackle, startling some guests around the bar, you apologize for your outburst between fits of laughter, wiping the tears pricking at your eyes. You wave down the amused bartender, placing an order for you and Steve.
Steve joins you, raising his fresh glass of wine in a toast. 鈥淣o one fucks with Bucky.鈥
"No one."
Neither you nor Steve realizes Bucky saw the whole thing. He ducks back into the kitchen, clutching the tray of Cannel茅s to his chest. For weeks after the breakup, he had rehearsed what he was going to say that next time he came face to face with Moxie.
But what you and Steve did was even better, the love of his life and his best friend always looking out for him.
Loving him unconditionally.
And just like that, the last traces of his insecurities vanished.
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Later that night, you fall asleep with your head on his shoulder. He smiles at your hand on his belly. He places his large hand over yours, wondering how he got so lucky to have you.
And if Steve would kill him if he named another dessert after you.
He鈥檒l risk it.
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strwbrrybucky2 months ago
just need me some comfort!bucky, need him to deadass just hold me 馃ズ
summary: bucky had never been one to say i love you out right, but he did his best to show you in the ways that he knew how
warnings: extreme fluff
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Bucky had a hard time expressing his emotions, he usually held a hard and stoic facial expression around pretty much everyone that wasn鈥檛 Steve or you.
When he was around you, he was a whole different Bucky. Not that you were ever complaining, you usually just felt bad for Bucky that he thought he had to hold a hard exterior around everyone. You knew he had a hard time trusting people, so it warmed your heart just a little bit that he wasn鈥檛 like that way around you.
All Bucky wanted to do when he was near you was love on you, press kisses over your skin, carry you literally everywhere in the apartment, and pretty much do anything for you. He didn鈥檛 want his princess to do anything, nothing at all. He felt some sort of duty to make sure that you were taken care of, protected and loved. And he was going to make sure every damn second you felt that.
You were known to have a hard time after mission, this one especially was rough. You can back with bruises on your sides and a few cuts on your arms, but the worst being on your thigh. You got caught in the cross fire on the field and weren鈥檛 able to get out of the way in time. Bucky hated he couldn鈥檛 get to you in time, so to make it up he was going to take care of you.
He changed your bandage as much as you needed, cooked your favorite foods and let you watch your favorite movies even if he didn鈥檛 want to watch them.
You were in his arms on the couch, resting in between his legs, head on his chest as he played with your hair. He made sure your leg was propped up on a pillow so you weren鈥檛 in as much pain as you had been lately. He pressed a few kisses on the top of your head, closing his eyes and reveling in the touch that you were giving him.
鈥淗ow鈥檚 my girl feeling?鈥 You looked up at him and closed your eyes, nuzzling the side of your face into his chest. You wished you could roll over and face him but your wound had stopped fast movements for you.
鈥淚鈥檓 okay, just tired.鈥 He hummed as he played with your hair, wishing he could take your pain away so you didn鈥檛 have to feel it. He would do anything for you to be pain free in life.
鈥淚鈥檓 sorry I couldn鈥檛 get to you in time.鈥 You opened your eyes and looked at him, opening your mouth to say something before he stopped you.
鈥淚 know, it wasn鈥檛 my fault. But I feel so bad something happened to my girl and I wasn鈥檛 there to protect you. I promised I would and I didn鈥檛 keep it.鈥 Bucky would be lying if he said he had a hard time not beating himself up for not being there to protect you. He was on your side all the time, wherever the two of you went and the second he wasn鈥檛 you got hurt. He didn鈥檛 know how he would forgive himself for it.
鈥淏uck, it鈥檚 okay. You and Sam were caught up somewhere else. It was wrong place, wrong time for me.鈥 You rested a hand against his arm, rubbing your thumb against his skin and pressed a kiss on his arm. You didn鈥檛 want him to feel bad, you didn鈥檛 blame him, you didn鈥檛 blame anyone. You thought you had cleared out the field before you moved, but there had just been on straggler hiding behind a few boxes that was out of your sight.
He sighed, sitting up a little, being careful to not move your body suddenly. You scooted back and sat on the couch, your legs now over his lap. He placed a hand on your knee, grabbing your cheek with his other hand and rubbed his thumb on your cheek bone.
鈥淚 think the world of you, you know that?鈥 You nodded as you closed your eyes and leaned into his touch, your facial features softening as his touched your face, making you feel relaxed instantly. Something about Bucky touching you anywhere on your skin in a loving and soothing way always made you feel at peace.
鈥淚 know Buck.鈥 You rested your hand against his that was on your cheek, turning to press a kiss against his palm. You wanted to stay in this little bubble with him forever, where nothing could hurt the two of you.
鈥淚 don鈥檛 know what would鈥檝e happened if i lost you. I don鈥檛 even want to think about it. I love you so much, y/n. The moment I laid eyes on you when Nat brought you in. I thank the stars every single day for them bringing you to me,鈥 He paused and you opened your eyes, meeting his eyes with yours and seeing nothing but love. Nothing but love behind those ocean blue eyes. A soft smile was against his lips as he leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss against yours.
The spark the two of you felt was unreal, like it was the first time the two of you had ever kissed. You had never believed love at first sight until you met Bucky. The way he looked at you while Nat introduced you to everyone on the team, the way he always had your suit and weapons always laid out for you so it was easier to get ready, the way he knew how you loved your coffee in the morning and how you always wanted to shower first before anything after a mission.
He loved the way you said his name, how it sounded like honey to his ears, and how he wanted you to speak forever because he was afraid one day he would forget what you sounded like.
He wanted to be with you forever, and he did his hardest to prove it to you. And you always felt how much Bucky loved you, how much he cared for you and wanted to protect you. There wasn鈥檛 a sliver of doubt that he would do anything for you, because you would do anything for him.
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pervertedpriyankaa month ago
Author鈥檚 Note: Oowee! I think this is the third consecutive week of Fanfiction Friday. I have a bit of an obsession with older! Bucky/Dilf! Bucky. You already know it鈥檚 going to be hella smutty and maybe I should start putting warnings on these things, but enjoy!聽
Warning: Age-gap, smut, dirty talking, oral (m receiving), orgasm denial, degrading kink, reader being a bitch, mentions of murder, sort of a praise kink, a bit of a dominant! Bucky.
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Bitter was one way to describe your attitude towards James Buchanan Barnes. You never had anything nice to say about the super soldier, you always had a side remark and you would often give him dirty looks along with being as rude as you can be.聽
At first Bucky never understood why you always acted this way towards him, but soon he learnt that you were bitter about his days as the Winter Soldier, something he was not proud off and has been working hard to pay his sins, but with all the good he was doing there was one thing he couldn鈥檛 do; bring your grandparents back.聽
Bucky never held this against you, or even hated you and he felt that you had every right to hate him considering what he had done. Steve and even Sam had tried to talk you out of your hostile feelings, but you were set in it and nothing could change that (besides Bucky himself, of course.) The two of you would just get on with your days, acting as if the other didn鈥檛 exist, you doing it because of your resentment, and Bucky doing it for your benefit.聽
It was always the small things, like one time you were baking and you couldn鈥檛 reach the tray on the top shelf and so Bucky offered to help, but you brushed him off saying,聽鈥渓etting you help me would be like trusting you and you鈥檙e only going to stab me in the back, literally.鈥澛
Yes, the comment hurt Bucky鈥檚 feeling, but the one that probably hurt the most was when you were running late for an appointment and he offered to drop you off since he was also heading out but you declined, rudely saying,聽鈥淚 rather not get into a car with you considering your history.鈥
That was the last straw. He could only take so much, but with every unnecessary jab you took at him, if felt like you were undoing everything he had done so far to make things right, and he wouldn鈥檛 allow that.聽
So that evening, when you returned from wherever you went, he planned to teach you to forgive and to forget, and maybe even a little respect. He had snuck into your room while you were in the shower to wait for you, deciding the best way was to make sure you were vulnerable, especially because you are a Stark and they didn't go down without a fight.聽
You seemed to take the world鈥檚 longest shower. When you were finally finished and pushed open the bathroom door, a trail of steam followed you out. You didn鈥檛 seem to notice Bucky laying on your bed, shirtless, but Bucky sure noticed how sexy you looked with your skin looking fresh and vibrant and nothing but a tiny towel wrapped around your body.聽
You froze and hugged your towel tighter, but couldn鈥檛 deny the little excitement you felt by seeing the super soldier shirtless.
You remained calm, making your way to your closet and pulled out a hot pink thong tossing into onto the bed where it landed next to Bucky.聽鈥淐an I help you?鈥 You turned to him, folding your arms.聽
He raised a brow, his eyes skimming over your form and then the pink thong, images of you wearing just that flashing through his head.聽鈥淵es.鈥 His voice came out smooth with a dark edge to it.聽鈥淭here are a lot of things you can help with?鈥澛
鈥淲hat?鈥 You spat rudely.聽
鈥淔irst,鈥 he gritted,聽鈥測ou can help by telling me why you are always so rude to me, besides the obvious reason.鈥澛
Cocking your head to the side, you scoffed.聽鈥淚 have to look at you everyday and think about how you killed my grandparents,鈥 you spat.聽鈥淚 never knew them because you took them away from me.鈥澛
Bucky felt bad, but you always had a bit of an attitude towards him and maybe even others and that was because you were The Tony Stark鈥檚 daughter, and you felt entitled. He was going to teach you a lesson about respect today.聽
鈥淕et out.鈥 You pointed to the door, which Bucky locked when he came in.聽
He smirked.聽鈥淣ot so fast, princess.鈥 A shiver travelled down the expanse of your spine.聽鈥淭here鈥檚 something else I need.鈥 You glared at him while he only smirked at you, scaring you more.聽鈥淚 need you to get down on your knees like a good, obedient girl and help me with this.鈥 He pointed to the bulge in his jeans that you noticed for the first time.聽
You gulped.聽鈥淲-what?鈥 You stuttered, stepping back and almost dropping your towel in the process.聽
鈥淵ou heard me,鈥 he growled.聽鈥淵ou always have something snarky to say. How about you put that pretty little mouth to good use?鈥
A few seconds passed in silence, and Bucky thought you weren鈥檛 going to do it, until you dropped your towel and knocked the breath out of Bucky鈥檚 lungs.聽
Walking over to him, you sank down on your knees and unbuckled his belt, pulling his pants down, setting his member free which slapped against his stomach. The tip was red and angry, and he was impressively thick and just the perfect, mouth-watering size. His dick didn鈥檛 look like it would split you open, but it sure did look like you would never forget the feeling of it.聽
Spitting on your hand, your slowly spread the precum on his dick before pushing the head past the soft cushion of your lips. Bucky hissed, his teeth sinking into his lip and his one hand tangling in your hair.聽
鈥淛ust like that,鈥 he groaned,聽鈥測ou look so sexy with your mouth stuffed with my cock, and for once you鈥檙e not saying anything.鈥澛
Pushing him down, you gagged, continuing to massage him with your tongue, hollowing your cheeks and cupping his balls. You felt him twitch, his sack tighten and he began to sloppily thrust into your mouth.聽
鈥淵ou鈥檙e gonna let me cum down your throat?鈥 He asked.聽鈥淵ou鈥檙e gonna be a good girl and swallow everything I give you?鈥 You only managed to hum in response, the vibrations sending him over the edge, rewarding you with his salty semen. You swallowed every last drop, sitting back on your haunches, letting your hands trail down your body to the sensitive mound between your legs.聽
Disappointment flooded you when he pulled his pants up, buckling his belt, and he leaned down, roughly gripping your chin with his cool metal arm.聽鈥淲hen you sort out this attitude problem of yours, come and see me and maybe we can talk about letting you cum.鈥澛
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