#bucky barns x you
summerofsnowflakes · a day ago
Fractures of the Heart
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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem! Reader
Summary: Bucky deals with the aftermath of your breakup or rather he wallows in his own misery months after you're gone.
Word Count: 1.3K
Warnings: This is a very angsty story that is centred on a breakup, read with caution because there's no happy ending...
Dividers by @firefly-graphics
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The apartment is cold and lonely, it has been since you left him. Bucky is reminded of your absence everyday, every time he’s shocked back into consciousness from his night terrors and into his living nightmare. An empty bed, empty apartment and an empty life. You were no longer a permanent piece of his existence.
Months have passed since the break up and every morning he still reaches his arm out for you. His drowsy mind craving the warmth of your body nestled into his broad form.
It takes all his strength to pull himself out of his bed and into the kitchen. The walk from one room to the next brings on the immeasurable loss all over again.
There are still pieces of you scattered everywhere; pictures he can’t bring himself to take down, small knick knacks you brought to brighten up the place, toiletries in the bathroom cupboard. The ghost of your relationship haunted him, the apartment was a shrine of what used to be.
Whilst his black coffee brews, he scrolls aimlessly on his phone. The harsh light stings his tired eyes as he watches the highlight reel of all the supposedly happy people on his Instagram. It’s there that he’s able to capture snippets of what your life looks like now.
Last night you were at a karaoke bar with Sam and Nat. His heart aches as he plays the mini-clips on repeat, desperate to hear your angelic singing voice or your slightly tipsy laugh just once more. That’s what he tells himself each time he restarts the videos, allowing the familiar sounds to echo through his vacant walls.
He never used to be like this, he was practically allergic to technology right up until the end of your relationship. He hated the way the new generation were always glued to their phones. You used to drive him crazy, eyes fixed on the little glowing screen.
Now he’d become what he despised, his phone provided the only window into your life. And no matter how hard it was to see you happier without him, on the truly hard days he still got to see your smile and pretend you were still together.
He’s barely left his apartment in the last few months, except for work and training. The only people he sees nowadays are Sam and Steve and that’s usually when they’re stocking up his fridge. They try to stick around, to hang out and pretend it’s normal, but it’s always painfully forced. He knows they’re only there to check up on him.
And they didn’t dare mention you in front of him. It’d become an unspoken rule, no one wanted to be the one to make Bucky break in public. But your presence lingers on them no matter what, he’s well aware of how ingrained you are in the team’s lives.
If social media wasn’t a constant reminder of how well you were doing without him, his teammates hushed conversations about you certainly was.
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Something about the first few days of spring always changed Bucky’s view on the world. There’s a certain lightness that gets reborn every year, this time that blows a fresh breath of oxygen into his lungs.
The sunlight pulls him from his bed and he’s out the door in his training gear moments later, running in the direction of Central park.
He doesn’t mean to go that way, but the gentle breeze billowing through the city pushes him. It’s not until he’s running amongst the trees, catching a glimpse of your face among the small crowds that he realises the way he’s gone.
His heart falters at the sight of you, his moving feet plant against the gravel path immediately. Your bright energy was hard to miss, seeping from your smile in the world around you. Bucky savours your beauty for a moment before the everything crashes down around him.
You’re not alone.
You’re standing hand in hand, smiling up at a blonde haired man that he recognises from your Instagram. The unknown blonde is sporting a burgundy Henley that’s far too short on his arms.
A tight lump forms in his throat, that’s his T-shirt. He’s certain you were wearing it the day you left, he remembers letting you take it along with his heart as a keepsake of your failed relationship.
He feels his heart shatter in his chest, shards scattered over the path around him. He hates the way you lean into one another warmly, your intertwined hands swing softly between your bodies. He’s reminded of what he used to have, what used to belong to him.
He begins to follow the two of you, stomping over the pieces of his own heart with each step. He doesn’t want to do this, it feels wrong, he knows he’s only hurting himself more but for the first time in too long he feels alive.
When you stop at the ice cream shop, he does too. A few paces away, off the beaten path by a tree, he’s mostly hidden.
He watches as a nostalgic smile dances over your lips as you order your favourite. Lemon ice cream with blue raspberry sauce, he mouths the order along with you, smiling at the way you haven’t changed at all.
He always teased you over that truly disgusting flavour combination, but you never cared for his opinion on the subject. It brought you back to your childhood and that made it taste good no matter how old you were.
His heart races as your turn to look in his direction and he darts behind a tree. Something in the distance catches your attention, a familiar beefy build, long brown hair, messy scruff on his cheeks. By the time you turn back to where he stood, all traces of him had disappeared.
Bucky held onto the tree trunk for support, his eyes screwed shut as ragged breaths slipped past his lips. His heart still beats erratically for you, just like it did in the beginning. He’s not sure if that’ll ever stop.
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A loud thump in the room startles Bucky awake, his bleary eyes flying open to an unfamiliar room. His vibranium hand is slung lazily over a body, in the growing light of the early morning she still looked so similar to you.
The fog of sleep is still hanging heavily over his brain, your name almost slips from his lips but then his eyes adjust to properly and she rolls over into his arms. She’s not you, she never could be.
He carefully slips out of her grip, gathering his clothes from various spots around the apartment and leaves without saying goodbye. He wanders back to his apartment, the early morning chill sets deep into his old bones.
When he stops outside his building, the whole world slows down. At first he’s certain he’s still seeing things. He must still be dreaming because there you sat lazily on the steps above him in the pretty dress you wore yesterday. It was a place he’d found you many times before gifting you with a key, before…
“Can we talk?” You say quietly, there’s a timid fear in your voice that he’d never heard before. He hates to think that he’s the cause of that.
He nods softly, unable to speak for fear of scaring you away. This was the very moment he’d dreamed of since the day you left. He heads into the building with you following him closely.
The warmth of your presence fills his heart with hope and he has to remind himself to breathe slowly, to savour the sweet scent of perfume that lingers in the air.
When he unlocks the door and steps into the apartment, the light you brought in with you dies behind him instantly. His eyes cast over the drab walls, he turns back to where you were standing, but you weren’t there.
He was experiencing the nightmares with his eyes open again. His wishful thinking had tricked his brain into believing you were, but you weren’t coming back, he was still alone. A heaviness settles on his chest, his heart giving a final squeeze before it goes numb.
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aestheticallysmut · a day ago
Contains- Oral, public sex (kinda), princess nickname, passionate sex.
Summary: Y/N goes in for an interview, and while getting ready Bucky comes in wanting her.
From: Experiment R | Bucky Barnes by Patheticfckinfool VIA Wattpad
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We walked into the back of Jimmy's stage, I could feel the heat coming off of Bucky, he walked with his arm around me, and when Jimmy walked up he had to look up, bucky was a big man, and I honestly couldn't wait for seeing him next to me on stage. I walked to my dressing room to change into a more appropriate dress for an interview, as I was standing there in my undergarments I heard a knock so I pulled a robe on and opened the door seeing lucky, he wore a suit. he came in fixing his sleeves and the moment the door closed his lips were plastered into mine, I gasped in surprise but kissed him back, I tried to pull back but he pulled me up and pinned me to the vanity. 
"Bucky-" I gasped and he moved down kissing my neck and jaw, going lower. "Not here," I said and he looked at me pupils blown wide, like a vampire that craved blood. 
"Y/N please." He whispered. "A quicky." He whispered smirking and I laughed. 
"Don't call it that," I said and he pecked my lips undoing my robe and pulling it off. "Buck-"
"Princess, I can make you cum in seconds." He whispered and I looked at him squinting.
"Can you make me recover in seconds?" I asked sarcastically and he laughed. "My dad is here Buck," I said and he rolled his eyes at me as he began lowering himself and pulled my panties aside. "B-Bucky-" I whimpered as he licked my slit, he lifted my leg and I rolled my head back moaning softly. He sucked my clit softly and I ground my hips into his mouth, he pushed two metal fingers into me and I started moving my hips faster and he watched me as I let my jaw drop gripping his hair, I held everything in as I ground into his fingers and tongue. "W-We shouldn't-" I gasped and rolled my head back as he pressed his fingers roughly into that spot he always found. I gasped covering my mouth and he looked up at me and trusted his fingers hard into the spot and my orgasm hit hard, I bit my hand. I planted through my nose as he raised and I looked at him furiously, his smirk wide as he unzipped his pants. "Oh hell no-" I laughed and he leaned forward kissing me, I kissed back and I felt a gush. "Come on! You want it, do it-" I bit back and he laughed as he lifted my legs and he shoved his cock inside me, I exhaled in pleasure and kissed his neck and shoulder to keep quiet as he sat inside me a moment, before starting to thrust inside me, I nodded repeatedly as he hit that spot again, I opened my mouth in pleasure, my chin against his shoulder as I laid limp in his arms, he was doing all the work, moving me, thrusting into me, holding me up so I wasn't on the ground. My breasts pressed firmly against his chest, his bearded face scratching my neck in the way I loved. "O-Oh God buck... James, I'm gonna-" I grabbed his arms weakly as he thrusted, using me in a pleasuring way.
Suddenly I heard a knock, and my head shot up. "Miss Rogers? Is everything alright in there?" A woman's voice rang through and I felt Bucky thrust harder, I let out small gasps suddenly yelling as clear as I could.
"Everything is alright!" Before covering my mouth hearing silence for a moment.
"Alright, you have to be ready in 10." She said and I looked at Bucky as he smirked over me, thrusting harder pinning me to the mirror.
"Okay!-" I rolled my eyes back as he started circling my clit. "Thank- Thank you!" I yelled sounding winded as he pulled my arms down to pull my hips to me his cock. "Please Bucky- cum inside-" I panted and he looked at me, his pupils blown wider than before, nodding. "Wanna cum with you-" I whispered and he nodded kissing me.
"My good Princess, doing so well, cum on my cock." He whispered and I nodded repeated feeling tense up, my thighs closed on him as I came, he thrusted my contracting pussy and he came with a shaky breath. I saw his muscles constricting the fabric of the suit, and I took in his figure, his beard and slightly longer than usual short hair, his blue eyes staring back at me, and his large, large figure above me.
"You're so handsome," I whispered and he started smiling. "Come on, I have to get ready," I said and he pulled out of me and fixed my panties for me, then himself, he didn't even look like anything happened.
"Stay like this during the interview... With me dripping from you." He said huskily as he moved to the door. "I'll go out first. See you out there Sweets." He said as he walked out the door, leaving me sitting on the vanity dishevelled to get ready and I did. I walked out looking perfect, yet I could feel how damp it was between my legs, it's a good thing I wore a dress.
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liniisworlds · 8 hours ago
Harder James
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Summary: Bucky is mad at you for bringing a guy and forgetting about last week’s encounter
Pairing: dark-ish!Bucky Barnes x female!reader, date x female!reader
Word count: ~500
Warnings: smut, dark-ish story
*No permission is given to repost or copy my work and claiming it as your own*
A/N: English isn’t my first language so sorry for any mistakes. Also, this one shot is inspired by a screenshot of a post I found on google.
Please like, comment and reblog if you enjoyed my work
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“Bucky, please don’t!” I wanted to say more, wanted to say he is just making it worse. But my brain couldn’t work anymore. My breathing grew heavy, my heart beating fast.
Bucky hovered over me. His steal grey eyes lighted with anger. Frustration grew in him. Just a few seconds ago he had shoved me into the ladies bathroom of the Avengers tower.
“Don’t what?” He mocked. “Don’t want you? Don’t think about you? Don’t remember you? Your heavy breathing, while I’m buried in you. How you screamed my name while I pounded into you. Don’t be angry with you?” His voice now softer, making him even scarier.
“You just announced to the whole team that you are dating some guy. After what we did?” He sounded so disappointed.
I hadn’t realised that I backed away from him, until I hit the counter behind me. I wanted to keep a safe distance. From him, from his feelings. I didn’t want him to come near me or my emotions. I didn’t want to remember the things he did to me a week ago in his apartment.
We had fucked all night. Alternating between gently making love and roughly ruining each other. I was so sensitive after that night and didn’t want to train the next day.
“Oh god, please stop! Please!” I tried to cover my shaking voice and to convince myself it was just because I was afraid. But I knew exactly it was because of him, his flexing muscles and the hot breath, that touched the side of my face. His hands were next to each side of my body, caging me in. My breath hitched. I clearly remember what his body did to me all those nights ago, making me arch my back and moan.
“This isn’t what you asked for that night. You remember? `Cause I do.“ he said with his deep sexy voice. He leaned to my ear. His lips brushing over it lightly. „What did you beg me for? Repeat it. Ask for it. Ask for me, buried deep in your pussy. Destroying it. Your sweet, tight cunt.“ He kissed down my neck. Over my collarbone to my cleavage. „It feels so good wrapped around my big dick.“
My eyes fixated his lips. When he noticed, they curled into a smirk.
He leaned forward. Our lips met. Tongues fighting for dominance, what he easily won, I heard him growl. And while this, it slipped out of my mouth. What I had said to him. What I had begged him:
Harder James
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scxrletrecsmarvel · 2 months ago
October recs
Hey y'all!! this is the collection few very recent series i came across, some are completed, some were started recently and some are not yet started, i really wanted to put out recent fics.
check out RANDOM FIC RECS for some old series fic recs
also check out SERIES for some masterpieces.
Also please send me some fics to read , I searched everywhere for some really sad and fluffly fics. Iam stuck in home for next couple of days, i would love to read them all...
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Softcore - @kaitkat
Summary - You transfer to NYU in the beginning of sophomore year after getting an internship at Stark Industries. You needed a fresh start and it was the perfect opportunity. You meet your new roommates and immediately get along, they adopt you into their friend group. They’re an unlikely bunch, but one of them catches your attention, Bucky Barnes. The two of you instantly click, but an amazing first day in New York quickly comes to an end. You try to forget about it, but it’s not as easy as you want it to be. The fresh start isn’t all you hoped it would be. Does a new city mean a new romance? Or does it mean new heartbreak?
Deception - @rosepetalsinwinter
Summary: She knows her future. She is to sit still and look pretty, never speak out of turn. Produce sons for her husband. On her way to marry Prince James Barnes, her carriage is attacked and the princess finds herself in a cold and dirty cell where her life hangs in the balance. What she finds there changes her perspective, and after everything is said and done, she’s not sure if she wants to return to the prince, or run from the only life she knows.
honey, there is no right way - @bonky-n-steeb 
summary || when you agree to be the feared mobster Bucky Barnes’ sugar baby, you expect to get enough money to pay your bills. what you don’t expect is to fall head over heels for him.
12 Days of Christmas - @ohheyjanie
Summary: You spend every winter volunteering and trying to give back to your community, but things are little different this year. Your Avengers family wants to join you for the season of giving! You happily organize a 12-day campaign of events, each Avenger accompanying you on a different day… but there’s one particular member of the team who just keeps showing up, even though it’s not his scheduled day.
Reverie Series - @sebystann
Description: Being with Bucky had always been so easy. There was no commitment involved. But Bucky wanted more. So when he ends things between the two of you for his girlfriend it really hurts you. But a the end of the day you knew he was doing what he thought was right for him. No hard feelings right? Fast forward a whole two years later the two of you run into each other at a friend's baby shower. Old sparks start flying and feelings you thought you buried long ago start to resurface. Too bad he sucks at communication and always leaves you on read. All I'm saying is these next six years are going to be an interesting emotional roller coaster.
I'M TRYING - @buckisthatyou
Summary: you are trying to be better but will it ever be enough.
turn a blind eye - @sergeantxrogers​
Summary - “Your work has been a gift to mankind. You shaped the century. And I need you to do it one more time.”The Winter Soldier was cold. Brutal. Unflinching. A machine formulated to comply. Bucky Barnes was the sun warming your skin, your happy pill. Loving him was like bittersweet liquor, sickeningly sweet when you sip, harsh and burning when you swallow.
Neighbors Masterlist - @writerlyhabits​
Summary - Your friendship with your neighbor across the hall, Bucky, blossoms as you get to know each other. Your relationship continues to unfold as the Flagsmashers make their mark on the world. (set around tfatws)
𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒐𝒚𝒂𝒍 𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒂𝒍 - @payperhearts​
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.
Gaslighting - @sebystann​
Summary : After a decade of friendship y/n confesses her feelings for Bucky to only be let down. He’s so confusing when he’s fucking her in the bathroom of one of his best friends Steve’s house.
Just Friends - @taylor-will-be-the-death-of-me​
Summary: James Buchanan Barnes was a force to be reckoned with. The notorious athlete has two faces in his life. One for the public and one for his best friend Y/N Y/L/N. Y/N and Bucky had known each other since they were in diapers. Through the good, bad and ugly, they stood side by side. But now being ‘Just Friends’ wasn’t enough for both Bucky and Y/N.
𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 - @noceurous​
summary:  out of all the women in the world, bucky found you. his best friend’s girl.
𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞 - @blanketbarnes​
Summary: Station 107 of the NYFD, Brooklyn, is undisputedly one of the best in the city. That is because the people working there have indomitable spirit and an innate desire to help others. Their efficiency, courage and bond is unmatched and thats why they're often hailed as the city's heroes.But, things have been a little out of place at the firehouse owing to their lack of receptionist.But all that is immediately solved when you walk in with a large plate of homemade cupcakes and a warm smile on your face. You not only manage to keep everything in place but also forge unbreakable friendships along the line. Especially one with a certain blue-eyed, metal-armed firefighter who manages to steal your heart along the way.
undisclosed - @pellucid-constellations​
Summary: Desperate to outrun a secret that could cost you your life, you seek refuge in a small mountain town. Its deep forests and small cabins make it the perfect place to hide, but the travel website hadn’t mentioned anything about the quiet, burly lumberjack that wouldn’t leave your thoughts. No one had warned Bucky about you either.
Retrograde - @thewildthorberrys​
Summary : As the Goddess of Love you’ve helped everyone else navigate the matters of the heart. So when you finally find your true love in the God of War you finally feel complete. But when James returns from battle with no memory of who you are or the love you share, the Almighty Father takes his chance to have you for his own.
SANGUIS SANGUINIS MEI - @captainscanadian​
Summary: It  took  bucky Barnes two centuries with the blood of his blood to realize how much he loved her. This is their story.  
BUSINESS AS USUAL - @pitifulbaby​
Summary - “I don’t do love, I never understood it. But there is something about you, you changed everything for me. And darlin’ I don’t know if its a good or a bad thing.”
all you need - @barnesafterglow
summary - just after finishing college and your first novel, you meet bucky barnes - a friend of a friend, a publisher, and hopefully something more.
SOLACE - @winterdrag0n​
Summary: After years of living abroad, you’re finally back to New York with a failed marriage and a flashy new job at Art Gallery. In your cousin Steve’s wedding, you meet Bucky again. Your relationship with Bucky had been complicated, to say the least. He had been your childhood enemy, friend with benefits and drinking buddy. But this time, with new circumstances, the two of you might find solace in each other.
Dominoes - @draguta​
Summary : The most elite criminals and robbers known, wanted across the world, brought together by an unnamed man for a heist that they’re promised will set them for life. But will your affections get in the way of your ultimate prize?
A Taste for Older Men - @seventven​
Summary: y/n is moving back in with her parents after breaking up with her college boyfriend. due to an emergency at work, y/n’s dad is unable to pick her up and sends his friend bucky in his stead. to bucky’s surprise, y/n is no longer the innocent girl he remembers from years back.
Timeless - @rosepetalsinwinter​
Summary: The girl met Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes for the first time in 1941. She was hesitant to befriend them though—especially the blue eyed brunette—because she had a secret, a big one. Almost seventy years later, when Steve Rogers is found in ice, and Bucky Barnes is revealed to be the deadly Winter Soldier, her secret is at risk. The girl just doesn't have the energy to hide it anymore. She can only hope the boys don't run away screaming when they finally find out the truth. A hundred years is a long time to be lonely.
𝑰𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑽𝑨𝑳𝑺 - @buckycuddlebuddy​
synopsis ─ if someone had told you before that one touch could change your whole life, you wouldn’t believe them. you’d scoff at their faces and tell them that they were messing with you. looking into his eyes, though, yes, you thought. one touch could change your whole life and help you meet the love of your existence. intervals, however, were bound to happen, and there was nothing you could do but to let them happen.
The Narnia Witch - @thefallenbibliophilequote​
Summary: being a witch in modern life is difficult, and it gets harder for you when you unexpectedly meet James Buchanan Barnes. This is the story of the Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe🖤
TILL THEN - @19ana45​
Summary: Bucky and his girl have been inseparable from the moment they laid eyes on each other, when they were respectively six and seven. Now, grown up and ready to start their lives together, Bucky takes her to their abandoned playhouse, and they dream of the life they’ll lead after marriage. But, with the country on the brink of war, their dreams are built on a crack-laden foundation. Will their loss be nothing but time?
A Touchable Dream - @nexusnyx​
Summary: Unpredictable, unfair and unreasonable—so far in, that's all Bucky's known life to be. With the exception of his son, nothing has ever inspired consistency or proven to be worthwhile enough for him to fight daily to keep. Going back to University while being a single parent has more than one rough edge. He feels lost, out of place, with a constant itch under his skin.
You - @thesnowsoldierwrites​
summary: you’re forced to salvage what you can from the wreckage.
Personally - @chloelucia13​
Summary: You and Bucky have decided to give this relationship a real try, and Bucky won’t let anything get in the way of finally giving you the love you deserve. A sequel to Nothing Personal.
SELFISH - @angelifylove​
Description: Bucky Barnes is a police officer working with his partner, Sam Wilson. Bucky is new to the station and his newbie status is put the test as he goes undercover to gain intel to shut down New York's feared gang and drug ring known as the Red Room. Unfortunately for him, he gets paired up with (Y/N) (Y/L/N) the station's favorite drunk with anger issues.
KILL ‘EM WITH KINDNESS - @captainsimagines​
Summary: You’re a vigilante with a dark past, who is recruited for a mission against the powers holding your sister hostage, and fall in love with the only person who escaped those powers alive.
𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞 - @buckyjmsbarnes​
𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 — they’re not in love, they’re not even friends, he’s just her boss but a one night stand does give them something that’ll keep them connected forever but he’s married and has much too loose.
All the King’s Men - @nastybuckybarnes​
Summary: Your father always said that if it weren’t for your presentation, he’d think you were an Alpha. There’s a reason for that. Growing up in a world where Omegas are treated like garbage, you’ve fought for the respect that you have. Until you’re sold off to an old King desperate for a bride. But you will not lay down and present for your new husband. No, you will fight back.
The Escaped Bride - @marvelouslytrekking​
Summary - Being forced to marry someone was not something you wanted, but when it turns out that it is to your best friend, who you secretly loved, things weren’t so bad. Unfortunately, good things don’t seem to last and when the worst happens, you refuse to sit around and be miserable. Will you find true love again, or will your life be turned upside down?
Meant to Be - @rosepetalsinwinter​
Summary: For years the girl was oblivious to what exactly her father did for a living. That is until her precious brother died violently right in front of her. She did what anyone would do. She ran. But the mafia is powerful, and they have connections. Her father finds her. He wants her home, and he wants her to marry James Barnes. He doesn’t care what he has to do to make her listen, even threatening those she loves. The girl agrees. But at what cost? She can only hope the stories aren’t true, and James Barnes isn’t the blood thirsty murderer everyone says he is.
MR. GRUMPY - @holylulusworld​
Summary - Bucky hates omegas. You change his mind.
You still get burned - @indyluckycharlie​
Summary: Posing as a happily married couple for a deep cover op, you and Bucky have to put aside the longstanding animosity between you, at least in public. In private, there’s little more than coldness between you. But maybe, just maybe, there’s more going on than either of you are able to say.
If Only You Were Mine… - @bbgem329​
Summary - You’ve been in love with Bucky Barnes since the moment you laid eyes on him. That was five years ago, when your older sister brought him home for a Sunday lunch and introduced him as her boyfriend.
summary: you waltzed into bucky’s life completely unexpected. occupying the apartment across from his and his heart.
Forgotten Love - @thundering-barnes​
Summary - You’re new to the Avengers. In joining the team, there’s a lot that no one yet knows about you. And there’s some unusual tension between you and a certain brunet. Under a pseudonym and with completely fresh start, and background, you hope for a chance at a new life. A better life. But how long will it last before someone figures out the life you’ve hidden away?
Keeper Of The Cards - @hailhydra920​
Summary: You lost a game of cards with the notorious mob boss Bucky. You didn’t quite know what was in store for you.
It Never Ends - @chouettedubois​
Summary : Bucky and Y/n are fourth-year undergrads with the same major. They’ve always had a crush on each other but were too reserved to do anything about it. One horrendous night pushes them together and they’re forced to navigate the fallout, for better or worse.
Teacher’s Favorite - @suitk0via​
Summary : You are first grade teacher and Bucky is a single dad who wants to be involved with everything his little girl - Elaine - does. He’s the dad all the parent’s and faculty drool over. You quickly become Elaine’s favorite teacher and Bucky’s just gotta meet you.
Wanna Be Yours - @thewildthorberrys​
Summary - Being the  house keeper of the notorious mob boss bucky barnes had its own problems but sleeping with him and getting totally ignored only maken them worse. Fall For You - @firefly-in-darkness​
Summary : You can no longer handle being in a long distance relationship with the rockstar Bucky Barnes and he knows it too…
𝘁𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 - @bentobarnes​
Summary : bucky is not ready to tell how much he loves you but he finds another way to say it. these cold rooftops - @buckysbiota
Summary : you're just doing your job as the local vigilante in new york, why can't bucky barnes leave you alone? Bring You Home - @sunflowersoldat​
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10
Summary : Y/N travels back in time to get Steve’s help for one last mission.
his eyes, all the sadness of the world - @extremelyblackandwhite
Summary : a young soprano catches the attention of a ghost story in the bolshoi theatre. based on the phantom of the opera. ‘Take Me Out’ - @mcnegan
Summary : You and Bucky are both professionally trained assassins. Both contracted to kill the other. Both completely unaware.
Your New Captain America - @thesnowsoldierwrites
Summary : place yourself in the events of The Falcon and the Winter Soldier, become best friends with Sam Wilson, be mean to John Walker, and fall in love with Bucky Barnes, all with events lifted from the series.
home for the holidays - @classylo
Summary : when your family begs you to come home for the holidays and to bring the new guy you’ve been seeing, you don’t have the heart to tell them your good-for-nothing-ex cheated on you… good thing your roommate is available and will do absolutely anything you ask.
the dreadful need in the devotee - @jamalflanagan
Summary : It’s a dreadful need, and only you can fill it for him.
The Grand Plan - @winterdrag0n
Summary : You were growing up struggling with money and acceptance; but with your smart brain you created The Grand Plan on how to be successful and live the American Dream. The plan includes getting a full-fledged scholarship, securing a big job with a fat paycheck, paying off your sister’s student loan and your Dad’s heart transplant and eventually buying a house. Of course, some unplanned incidents happened during college (because come on, it’s college); such as developing a friendship (that lasts a lifetime) with Darcy Lewis and falling in love with a white boy. Since the last one might be harming your Grand Plan, you had to pull the plug on that one.
The Caretaker - @you-are-my-sanctuary 
Summary : You've never met him before, the mysterious master of the house you served. You doubt you ever would if only his son hadn’t taken such a liking to you.
friendly assistance - @seventven
Summary : busy on a mission in riga, latvia,- y/n finds it difficult to get her job done due to john walker’s complete lack of professionalism. determined to get the new cap to back off, y/n en lists the help of bucky to show him just how uninterested she is in his shameless attempts to hit on her. Roads go ever on under cloud and under star - @rocketrhap3000
Summary : Life as a single mother of a three year old certainly has its struggles. But when a sweet stranger makes his way into you and your little boy’s life, a one of a kind connection sparks. PROJECT V - @babyboibucky
Summary : You ask your best friend Bucky a favor of a lifetime.
The Sergeant's Heart - @foreverindreamlandd
Summary : You joined the 107th Regiment as a medic to both serve your country and make sure that your younger brother always has someone watching his back. But then the worst thing imaginable happens and it feels like your whole world has fallen apart. Enter the charming new Sergeant Bucky Barnes, who can’t seem to stay away from you. Somehow, he manages to stitch together the broken pieces of your heart that you thought could never be mended. But war is ugly, and a secret organization called HYDRA has plans in place that no one could have ever seen coming. It’s up to the both of you - and a few other friends - to work together to take them down.
A Beautiful, Terrible Thing - @sebastianstansqueen
Summary: “Luckly we’ve found a King from the north who would be willing to take you.”“I will not, and you say that as though I’m a burden.” The Princess hissed.The Queen looked down at the girl “Oh don’t act as though you aren't, you are to be ready for your journey by tomorrow.”“I won't go, I will see what Anthony thinks.” Y/n fought.
Another Word For Surveillance - @h2obased
Summary : You asked Bucky out. He said no. Cool. So how do you move on from that? Ha! You don’t.
An Omegas Duty - @skyeisawizard
Summary : James Barnes, a powerful business man and the Alpha that dominated all Alpha’s. For years he had been mateless, he’d given up on finding them long ago.But now, with a business deal falling through the roof, he finally finds the girl he’d spent half of his life looking for,
nostalgia for the new - @real-jane
summary: bucky meets you because of your exquisite taste in music, and he finds in you a solace he didn’t realize was possible. you create for bucky something he’s never found before: nostalgia for a time that hasn’t happened yet, and hope for a future where he might be loved.
coffee and cigarettes - @classylo 
summary: After seeing you at your high school reunion, Bucky couldn’t get you off his mind. He convinced himself you deserved better and so he attempted to move on himself. Things seemed to be going fine...that was until the Stark holiday party.
october is it’s own magic - @authoressskr
 [end of september] [almost october/october 1st] [october 2nd] [october 3rd] [october 4th] [october 5th] [october 6th] [october 7th] [october 11th] [october 12th] [october 13th] [october 14th] [october 15th] [october 16th] [october 17th] [october 18th] [october 25th]
Summary - (Soulmate AU ) Bucky has a secret admirer. They keep leaving him all sorts of autumnal goodies with little notes. But who the hell is it?! Over the Rainbow - @fangirllife98 
Summary: Y/N Rogers is the much loved older sister of Steve Rogers. She also won the heart of the handsome and famous James Buchanan Barnes. When WW2 takes both her boys from her, she doesn’t stop to get them back.
TRISTFUL -  @turbolisedcomet 
Summary: Bucky Barnes, world famous rockstar, gets addicted to something other than his usual alcohol. (Y/N). A woman, with the voice of an angel, who makes a living by singing at a local bar. As Bucky helps (Y/N) to fulfill her dream of getting the world to notice her talent, his future and life crumbles, threatening the love that has grown between him and his angel.
The Middle Winchester - @fangirllife98 
Summary - Y/N Winchester is Dean Winchester’s twin sister. She’s feisty, loving, funny, witty, an honorary avenger and she’s got that strong good looking Winchester gene. so what will her brothers think when they find out she’s dating James Buchanan Barnes, who they still see as The Winter Soldier….?
STAGES - @babyboibucky 
Summary: Bucky slowly realizes that he wants to cross the line of friendship with you.
《 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭-𝐓𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 》 - @coffeecatsandcandles 
Series Summary: James Barnes, a widowed single dad, had forgotten what love felt like and let it crush him, taking his daughter, Rebecca, with him. He was cold, rude, and arrogant, being one of the few teachers at Westview High School the students seemed to absolutely despise. But when you show up, a hopeful math teacher who’d previously taught Rebecca’s kindergarten class, and are adored by your students and colleagues- James’s attitude starts to change.
The New Line - @misguidedasgardian
Summary - You had a beautiful relationship with Steve, or at least, that’s what you thought. After you managed to get everyone back, there was a last mission for Steve before you finally had peace for you two to settle down, a little faster than you anticipated since you just found out you were pregnant.You decided not to tell him since you didn’t want to distract him in his big mission, you never thought that he would never be coming back from it. Or at least, he wasn’t going to get back to youLucky for you, Bucky was there, and he was going to be there for you, you will draw a new line, together.
𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨 ≠ 𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙨 - @ambrosiase 
 concept: you’re in love with bucky, and bucky’s in love with her.
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cosmicloki · 9 months ago
𝐌𝐘 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 | 𝐛𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬
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summary: john walker is flirting with you in front of bucky and he won't take it pairing: bucky barnes x female!reader word count: 2k warnings: john walker (yes, he is a warning), jealous!bucky, some angst, fluff.
english is not my mother tongue, so please forgive me if there is a grammatical error. hope you like it!
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You snorted as you dropped between Bucky and Sam, your gaze on everything but the big jerk dressed as Steve sitting across from you. And by the time the vehicle started to move, you knew that you had regretted getting into it in the first place.
"You know we just saved your asses, right?" John Walker, the clown himself, questioned, shooting you an almost mocking look.
"We had everything under control." You replied dryly, finally joining your gaze with his blue one, crossing your arms over your chest. You frowned when you saw how he blatantly moved his eyes from your face to your chest and vice versa, and Bucky could see it too as he immediately tensed sitting next to you.
"And if 'having everything under control' means getting your butt kicked out, of course, you had everything under control." John joked, but seeing that none of the three invited passengers smiled at his words, he sighed. "We're on the same team, guys, c'mon. I don't know why you act like you hate us."
"We're not on the same team, man." Sam was quick to reply, as calm as ever. You found it incredible that he could maintain his composure even in such stressful situations.
"And we do hate you." Bucky added, you nodded at his words.
"My point is, we could work well on the same side." John leaned in, resting his elbows on his knees and by the time his eyes landed on you, you knew some disgusting statement was coming. "And we could use an avenger of your caliber, sweetheart." You raised an eyebrow at the nickname. "You have a hell of potential, but I can see you don't work well with these two. Maybe you're on the wrong team."
John smiled widely when he saw a smile rise on your lips as well and when you approached him, he approached as well.
"Uh, I wouldn't recommend doing that." Sam muttered under his breath seeing John's closeness to you.
"I'm going to give you two seconds to retract all the bullshit you just said if you don't want a broken nose." You said in a low tone against his ear still with that dark smile on your lips and Bucky smiled totally satisfied at Walker's expression, who looked truly terrified for a couple of seconds.
Your lover's vibranium hand rested gently on your thigh, trying to calm you down, which worked almost automatically. He knew how much the subject of the shield and Steve affected you, even as much as him.
The fake Captain America cleared his throat, straightening his body to sit well. "Look, I'm not trying to replace anyone, okay?"
"Oh, so is that why you're dressed exactly as Steve Rogers?" Sam answered wryly, raising his eyebrows at him.
"I'm not Steve Rogers, I'm Captain America."
Sam, Bucky and you laughed, the three of you looking at Walker in disbelief.
"You know that carrying that shield around doesn't make you Captain America, right?" You questioned in a cold tone.
Bucky, still with his hand on your thigh, dedicated himself to gaze intently with narrowed eyes at who, until now, had easily proven worthy of being his potential enemy. He quick noticed how John Walker's disgusting eyes traveled over your body, sometimes stopping at cuts that had ripped open your suit from the previous fight.
And God he wanted to break his therapist's rule number two so badly.
John Walker finally glanced at Sam, pointing at the super soldier with a movement of his fingers. "He always stares like that?"
"You get used to it." Sam replied calmly and proceeded to shrug. "And man, you've been flirting with his girl in front of his eyes all this time, do it a little while longer and I assure you it will be more than a stare."
"I confirm that." Bucky agreed with a darkly ironic look, giving Walker an even darker smile, almost looking like psycho.
John sighed for almost the tenth time in the hour, looking truly defeated. "If you guys joined us, this would be a lot easier for everyone." His blue eyes traveled over the hate-filled faces of the trio of passengers in front of him. "I know it's a complicated subject, but with Falcon, Diamondback, and the Winter Soldier we could― "
You quickly interrupted him in a warning tone, your eyebrows furrowing with anger. "Don't call him that."
"Easy, Walker." Sam spoke at the same time as you did, also looking a little more tense with the name brought into the conversation, gesturing with his hand and pointing at Walker with his index finger warningly.
The aforementioned blinked a few times and then dropped his shoulders, exhaling a great breath of air. His blue eyes fell back on you before he spoke. "I'm trying, sweetheart, I really am― "
"Don't call her that." Bucky snapped this time, annoyed, but John completely ignored him, continuing to look at you in a way that really disgusted you and your lover alike, even Sam got uncomfortable with it, frowning at him.
"I still think you should switch sides here, (Y/N)." You kept quiet, allowing him to keep talking. Maybe you wanted to hear him, maybe you were giving him a chance to say something that would clean up all the garbage he had been saying so far. "I mean, you are an avenger, the last one standing and a very good friend of Steve, you were his partner. The right thing to do now would be for you to be my partner, don't you think?"
You were going to answer something immediately, your trembling lips parting as you felt a strange sensation when hearing the words Steve and avenger in the same sentence, but Bucky, once again, interrupted the conversation, raising his head towards the driver with a clenched jaw. He had enough. You had enough.
"Stop the car!"
Walker rolled his eyes, watching as Bucky stood up as the car came to a stop and moved to the side of the road, his hand entwining with yours, gently pulling you to follow him, knowing full well that all you wanted was to get out of there as fast as possible, just by reading your body language. "You know what? I get it, alright?"
When the blue-eyed super-soldier was on the ground, he turned to look at you, offering his hand to help you down as well, but you turned to Walker, feeling a wave of fury shake your body. "No, you don't get it. You don't understand what this shield means to us, what Steve means to us. You never will, John."
Walker opened his mouth to reply, but you interrupted him with your eyebrows rising ironically. "Oh, I almost forgot."
What immediately came following your words was your fist impacting against his face so fast and hard that not even he saw it coming. He let out a great whine and brought his hand to his nose, feeling how the blood began to come out of the nostrils thanks to, probably, a fracture.
You didn't stop to watch the man whimper and cry down on his seat, as you hurried to get out of the vehicle taking Bucky's hand, who kept a wide smile full of pride on his lips, looking openly satisfied with the situation.
"That's my girl." He murmured against your forehead as his arms pulled you close to his body and placed a soft kiss on the crown of your head. "I'm sorry you had to listen to all that, doll."
Sam decided to stay with John and his partner for a couple of minutes, to, as his good heart requested, listen to what he had to say, perhaps waiting for an apology. While you and your lover were simply holding each other on the side of the road, already away from the car.
You kissed Bucky's clavicle before separating from him and raising your head to join your gaze with his beautiful blue eyes, which, in the contrast of daylight, shone like never before. His orbs automatically softened once they landed on you. "He's a dick, don't worry about him, love."
"But he really choose to flirt with you in front of me. How bold. Switch sides he said, right?" Bucky's hands rested on your waist, keeping you close to him, as if you were such an idiot to want to get away from the warmth and comfort that his body offered you. "You're not going to leave me, are you, doll?"
You could feel your heart squeeze inside your chest when you saw a hint of insecurity flash in the blue of his eyes. Suddenly, he looked like a little lost puppy.
"Oh, baby, no." You released with an exhale of air, as you stood on tiptoe to level a bit with his height and both of your hands were raised towards his cheeks, lowering his face to you, making him focus only on you. "I'll never leave you, James. You're all I have, all I need. Only you. Some fool with a shield won't be able to keep me away from you, Steve couldn't, and neither will this one." You gave him a short kiss, caressing his face with the greatest delicacy in the world. You raised your eyebrows before speaking again. "And hell, there is a big difference between them."
Bucky gave you a little smile, almost dazzling you at how beautiful he was when he smiled. But after a few seconds that warm smile turned sad and melancholic, just before wrapping his arms around you and pulling you closer to his body once more, in a strong hug, full of shared emotions.
"Never leave me, baby doll." He whispered against your ear, leaving a soft kiss on the side of your head.
"Never." You replied immediately, showing absolutely no doubt.
"You two finished?" Sam's voice brought you both back to reality. Bucky grunted, reluctantly pulling away his face from your neck. Your coworker was looking at you with a single raised eyebrow and when he saw how you finally separated from each other, he crossed his arms. "You know what the rule is, love birds."
"I hate you." The super soldier responded by shooting his co-worker a short, annoyed look.
Sam smirked. "No you don't."
The three of you started walking across the path back home, Bucky intertwining his flesh fingers with yours, keeping you close to him, as always.
"That punch back there was really necessary, though, (Y/N)?" The Falcon asked you, while he walked to your other side. An amused expression as he turned to you.
"It really was." You nodded your head with a big smile on your mouth, giggling shortly, making Sam laugh too with it.
But you and your best friend were surprised all of a sudden at hearing Bucky laughing next to you as well, both of you turning to look at him with raised eyebrows, totally stunned by his open display of emotion.
"My girl is the most badass of all." The super-soldier said after a few seconds of laughing softly, unable to erase the huge smile of pride plastered on his pretty face. A soft kiss was placed on your forehead, as he brought you closer to him. “My girl.” 
Sam rolled his eyes at you. "No PDA in front of me, guys. You know te rule, c’mon.”
"Shut up, Sam." You declared this time with a smile, while you put Bucky's flesh arm around your shoulders to be even closer to him, passing your arm around his waist, immediately feeling his natural warmth delightfully invade you. 
"I love you, doll." He murmured against the side of your head, his warm breath crashing against your skin.
"I love you too." You mumbled back, leaning your head against his chest.
"That's it, I'm flying."
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lanadelreyscokewhor3 · 2 months ago
Pairing: Roommate!Buckyx FemaleVirgin!Reader
Word Count: 2.3k
Summary: After a stressful long day at work, your roommate Bucky knows just what you need to ease the tension.
Warnings:  swearing, pet names, SMUT, size kink, daddy kink, fingering, oral ( female receiving), loss of virginity, teasing, cuddles.. uhh i think thats about it!
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 If one more fucking person gets in my way, I am going to kill someone! your thoughts screamed at you so loud you were terrified some of your neighbours would hear them from the front lobby. All day you had been swamped with meetings, phone calls, and endless amounts of numbers. The most painful, long, and boring workday had finally ended at the long-awaited 4 o clock, but so far you had been greeted with an infinite amount of traffic and a pounding headache that just wouldn’t go away.
 All you wanted after your terrible day was to crawl into some cozy pyjamas and cuddle up with your roommate Bucky on the couch. The bunches of people at the very crowded foyer were preventing you from doing just that. You sighed in annoyance, wanting to scream at the top of your lungs.
 Looking up at the crystal chandelier that glimmered above you, you counted backward from ten in your head to try and calm down. Once you saw a path was cleared enough for you to squeeze through, you clutched your dark red handbag tightly over your shoulder and strutted through- booking it for the silver elevators which gleamed like a finish line at the end of the room. After a dozen nudges and “ excuse me’s” later, you had finally clicked the up arrow button blue. It opened slowly and you stepped inside eagerly, thankful for the quiet. You clicked your floor, floor seven, and heard the voices diminish and murmur away into nothing as the firm doors shut with a thud. 
You let go a breath you didn’t even know you had and slumped against the wall. You hated Christmas time. All the families coming to visit from the thousand residents you had in the building. Attempting to push past the mob of people with your little shoes on was a huge pain in the ass. God your feet were killing you from the heels you wore. What you needed was a long hot shower and to see Bucky.
  Ahh yes, you thought with a sigh, humming. Bucky. You recalled the way his big, veined hands would grip the counter ever so slightly whenever the football game was too intense. You wanted them around your throat, grazing all over your body. The way the towel would hang loose on his hips as he’d walk out of the bathroom, his hair wet and messy. His abs were shaped from the gods themselves, chiselled perfectly. His arms were massive you ached for them to carry you. And his eyes. God, you could get lost in his eyes forever, the ocean shade of blue drowning you. The way they gleamed in the sun like millions of crystals-
The ding of the elevator broke you out of your hazy thoughts, the door opening slowly. You stepped out quickly, wanting nothing more than to sit down. You paced down the hallway, the dim lights flickering across your features. Finally, you made it to the end of the hall, and you fumbled for your keys. You opened the door with a creak, the sound of some 80s sitcom playing softly through the tv. 
You stepped inside quietly, not wanting to intrude on anything Bucky was watching. A head of long black tussled hair peeked from over the couch and you smiled, leaning on the wall to slide off your shoes. “ Hey you!” you taunted, him being the first person you were actually happy to see that day. “ I missed you my кролик.” he sighed with a smile as you threw your bag on the kitchen island to scurry over to the couch.
 You let your long hair fall down, grazing your back. He leaned over to turn down the volume on the tv as you unbuttoned your white blouse slightly, needing sweet relief. He reached his arms out, dragging up down to the couch with him and you giggled as he brought you close. “ I missed you too I suppose.” You felt a playful smack to your thigh and you laughed. “ You suppose.” he nuzzled into your hair, spooning you closer to him. The two of you chatted about your day and how utterly terrible it was, Bucky laughing softly when you’d mention the spilled coffee on your desk and the annoying calls that would be forwarded to you. He held you as you rambled about every little issue, stroking your thigh delicately with his fingers, tracing circles. That’s when you noticed. 
Your black pencil skirt had risen quite a bit, and his hand was inching ever so closely upwards. The slit which showcased your thighs did not make matters any better. Heat crashed over your body, butterflies filling your stomach. Bucky was so close to you, stroking you like a violin. You felt him kiss your neck softly, and your breath hitched. You bit your lip enough to draw blood as he nuzzled closer to you, breathing in the sweet sickly smell of your perfume. With another kiss to your neck, you began to squirm, hips bucking involuntarily. He chuckled softly, and you felt it deep in your bones. 
Heat began to pool down to your panties, as you rubbed your thighs slowly for friction that you so desperately needed. Your high-rise knee socks brushed against each other as you tilted your neck back, your hair falling to the side- giving him full access to your neck. “ Oh baby.” He sighed softly, kissing your neck swiftly. You felt as if your skin was on fire as his fingers trailed up to rest on your inner thighs. “ Bucky-” You panted softly and he grinned. “ Yes kitty?” he sympathised, getting you right where he wanted you. Needy and desperate. “ It tingles.” you gasped as he nipped gently at your neck. He loved your innocence, he craved it like a drug. Bucky had wanted this for so long, and now that he finally had you in his arms moldable as putty? He’d never let you go.
“ You poor little thing.” He whispered into your ear, tugging it with his teeth with a nip. “ You want me to make it feel better hmm?”  You nodded frantically, and he pushed you close against him. Oh. He was big. Really fuckin big. He slapped your ass and you moaned so loudly it was embarrassing. His presence had this crazy effect on you, he could barely even touch you and you’d soak down your thighs, just as you were doing now.
 “ Words kitty. Use em and tell daddy what you want.” You instantly tightened around nothing, your hips bucking. His arm held you down firmly in place as you whispered sweet as honey. “ I want you to make the tingles better daddy.” And with that, his hand slid under your skirt, rubbing small circles on your clothed cunt. You cried and he licked and sucked at your neck, leaving bruises that would last for days. “ Shhh кролик.. I’ll give you what you need. Be patient honey.” You moaned loudly as he teased you with the pad of his thumb, applying pressure slightly. “ Daddy... want you-” you murmured, suddenly being picked up by strong arms and thrown across Buckys shoulder as he stood up with a start. 
A desperate cry left your lips, breath getting knocked out of you as he spanked your ass harshly. “ So fuckin needy.” he growled, carrying you to his bedroom. With a thud, you were sprawled across his sheets, panting and cheeks flushed. You felt as if you were going to burn up you wanted him so badly. Your clit was throbbing with need as he slowly unbuttoned your white blouse and shimmed you out of your skirt, eyes filled with hunger as he drank you in. “ My beautiful girl..” he breathed, his gaze staring you down as you unclasped your bra, tossing the black lace down on the floor with the rest of your clothes. 
“ Need you..” You whispered as he pulled off his black tee, showcasing his perfectly toned chest, tattoos littering his collarbone. You couldn’t help but drool as you took him in. Holy shit, you thought with a gasp. He was so beautiful, towering over you like a god.
 “ You know it’s not nice to stare bunny. I’d say you’ve wanted this as long as I have.” 
“ Longer.”
 You confessed, looking down to try and cover your blushing cheeks.
 “ That’s not possible.” He murmured, gripping your legs and jerking you over to the end of the bed. An “oh” escaped your mouth as he dropped to his knees and slowly tugged your panties off. 
“ Because I’ve wanted you since the very first second we met.”
 Slick was running down your thighs, and he hummed in content as you shivered against his grasp. “ Gotta get you ready before I can fuck your brains out sweets.” Bucky lifted your legs round his big shoulders, nuzzling closer to your dripping core. With a smirk plastered upon his face, he blew ever so slightly on your cunt and you wiggled, not used to the sensations. “ Hold still my кролик.” he cooed against your weeping hole and licked a clean swipe across your pussy.
 Your back arched with a loud moan, your toes curling. He began to lick and suck on you like a man starved as you gasped and shuttered in his grasp. You felt as you were floating, desperately needing something to hold onto. By instinct, you ran your fingers through his long dark hair and tugged as he applied kitten licks to your core. A moan escaped him as you tugged tighter, needing him to center you. Oh he liked that, you thought with a shiver, gripping harder. He looked up at you, his ocean blue eyes piercing yours.
 The lust emitted off of him like a second aura and you gasped as he brought his finger up to your cunt and stroked it along your entrance, teasing you. “ Look at me кролик. Look at me as your greedy little cunt takes all that I give her.” he growled, plunging his two fingers in. You cried out, panting as his lips twisted into a cruel smirk. He scissored and pumped into you, your cunt clinging onto him like a vice. 
Your eyes widened as he leaned closer to your clit, and with a dazzling smile, he sucked and nibbled on the little bundle of nerves. You were losing it. You couldn’t hold on anymore, you were flying and tumbling into the core of the earth.
 “ James I’m goin-” 
You squirted all over his face with a scream. He placed little kitten licks along your clit as you shoke from your high, stroking your thighs gently. Bucky stood up slowly, his chin covered in your slick. He began to free himself, sliding down his boxers. Your mouth watered at his length. Jesus he was HUGE. He stroked himself as he lined himself up and- “ OH GOD!” You cried as he thrusted into you.
 “ So tight for me kitten. Prettiest little pussy I’ve ever seen.” He bottomed out into you slowly and you felt yourself clench him tightly. “ Would cha look at that kitty?” he cooed, placing his hand over the bulge in your stomach.
 “ So deep in your guts. Right where I belong.” 
You squeezed him tightly and he chuckled. “ Oh she liked that didn’t she? Needly lil thing.” You whimpered, clawing at his back. “ Buc- Bucky?” “ Yes honey? So cockdruck you can’t even speak huh?” You shoke your head frantically and he growled. “ Mo- move please?” you gasped against him and he chuckled. “ Well, why didn’t you just say so кролик? I’ll always give you what you need.” 
And with that he began to thrust in and out, sucking and biting down your neck to your breasts. You felt your legs shake, arching your back as he swirled his tongue around each nipple, giving your tits the attention they so desperately needed. “ God. I. Love. You.” He murmured against your skin with each thrust. You cried and moaned, squirming as he pounded into you with no mercy.
 The bed shook each time he entered you, so hard you thought it was going to break. But you didn’t care. All you cared about was Bucky, and the way he played your body like an instrument. You began to feel the coil in your stomach start to unravel and stretch, threatening to break. “ Daddy I cant, too much...too good-” you cried, tears leaking out of your eyes.
 “ God honey you look so pretty like this” He cooed, hitting your g-spot harder and harder. “ M’ not goin last too much longer baby your grippin me so tight-”
 You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him deeply, tongues and teeth clashing. He swallowed your screams as you came so hard you thought you had died and had gone to heaven. “ Such a good girl.” he praised and you peered up at him with innocent eyes.
 “ Fill me up Daddy?” you whispered, voice horse from crying out his name so many times.
 That was all it took for him to rutt into you and spill his seed into your cunt, cursing in Russian as he filled you up. He caged you in his arms and kissed your neck as the two of you came down from your highs. Your legs were shaking, your mind foggy filled in a haze. Cum seeped out of you as he pulled out gently, and he chuckled as it dripped over on the white linen.
 “ I love you James.” you whispered, placing a hand on his cheek. 
He purred like a cat as you stroked it with your thumb, melting into your embrace. Bucky held you tightly in his arms, stroking your hair gently as you felt your eyes start to droop. 
“ I love you too my ангел. Now close those pretty little eyes and rest, I’ll be right here with you. You did so good for me honey.” he cooed and you sighed, sleep slowly dragging you under its peaceful waves.
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pellucid-constellations · 3 months ago
Five Moments in Time
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Pairing: 40s!Bucky x Nurse!Reader
Summary: All of the moments in which Sergeant Barnes let the nurse on his unit know he’s not gonna stop trying to win her over. Even from beyond the grave.
Word count: 4.5k
Warnings: Minor injury, angst (the big kind)
a/n: I rewatched tfa and fell in love with Bucky all over again! So I had to write some 40s angst of course. Also I think might’ve made myself cry. 
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“And just who are you?” 
The medical tent was overrun with white-clad bodies in a flurry. Aprons were stained and gauze was clenched tightly between overworked fingers. The war hadn’t been kind, but at least Captain Rogers had been able to save all these men. 
And amongst the men was the flirty, ever charming, Bucky Barnes. 
“I’ve told you, Sergeant Barnes, I’m your nurse. Now please sit back so I can properly stitch your arm.” 
He didn’t listen to you, sitting up further to prop his hand on his chin and take you in. You’d asked him about four times now, each one fruitless. 
You huffed. “Sergeant Barnes, please.”
“Maybe if you call me Bucky I’ll consider it.” 
You’d be lying if you said you were impervious to his charm. How could you be? He was one of the most handsome soldiers you’d seen on the front lines, and he certainly was smooth with his words. Too bad you’d heard the same thing from just about every nurse on the floor. 
“That’s against protocol,” you explained, pushing him back on the cot. He wrapped a delicate hand around your wrist. “And it’s in your best interest to receive treatment, Sergeant, not deny it.” 
He let you roll his sleeve up, but continued. “You new? I know I was away for a while, but I wouldn’t forget a face like yours.” 
You focused on his arm before answering. The cut wasn’t too bad; you were sure the treatment he received while he was prisoner paled in comparison to the wound. But after everything these men went through, you would try to bring them any comfort you could. 
“I was transferred to this unit while you were… away. They were hoping you all would get back, so they brought on extra medical coverage.” 
He flinched when the first stitch met his skin. You went to apologize, but he quickly brushed it off. “‘S no problem, doll. I know what I signed up for, and your hands are the nicest things I’ve felt in weeks.” He winked, hiding a grimace. “You stayin’ then? They keeping you on unit?” 
“Well, I would hope so,” you breathed, intently focused on the next stitch. “I’m the head nurse.” 
You pricked at a nerve that made him jolt, hand coming out to cover yours. And then you were met with the most gorgeous shade of blue you’d seen since you hit the front lines. They were soft and vibrant, but held a tiredness to them—like a man who’d seen too much. 
Against your better judgment, you let yourself get lost in them. You tried to find the man he was before all of this; the bachelor from Brooklyn his accent hinted to. Maybe he was a flirt with the girls back in New York. Maybe he had a family that missed him. Maybe he wanted to go home. 
He hadn’t stopped looking at you, and you wondered if he was doing the same thing; if he saw the pain in your eyes, all a product of the war. He let his fingers brush across yours as he pulled away. 
“You can keep goin’, doll.” 
“Sorry,” you whispered. But he just reassured you again. 
He spoke up after a few minutes of careful stitching. “So what’d I do to get the big boss workin’ on me?” he flirted. 
“You’re just lucky I guess.”
“More than lucky. I’m bettin’ every guy in here wishes he was me.” 
“You know—” you began wrapping his arm in bandages “—I heard a lot about you while you were away. Captain Rogers likes to talk. So do the other nurses.” 
Surprisingly, his eyes lit up. “You know Stevie! Well, I can’t say I’m surprised. He always did flock to the best of ‘em. That’s why I’m his best pal.” 
“Yes, Captain Rogers did have a lot to say about you. But the other girls on the floor had even more.” 
His smile fell a bit, features now on the defense. You could tell he knew exactly what you were referring to; the flirting and the sneaking kisses and the empty promises. None of it was too harmful, but it was there nonetheless. And referencing it had made your stance clear. 
“C’mon, doll, don’t listen to those girls. I was just passin’ the time with them. Swear on my Ma I’ve meant every word I said to you. You really are the most beautiful dame I’ve ever met.” 
You smirked. “And I’m sure Susan was the most beautiful the last time you talked to her.” You tied off the gauze on his arm and gave his shoulder a soft pat. “You’re free to go, Sergeant. Keep that clean.” 
“If I don't, are you gonna be the one to fix it?” 
“Goodbye, Sergeant Barnes.” 
“I’m not gonna stop tryin’, doll,” he called over his shoulder, figure half out the medical tent. 
You didn’t want him to. 
Bucky had been back to your tent multiple times in the weeks following. He learned your name from another nurse during his second visit, but he rarely used it. He preferred doll, or sweetheart, or just about anything that might get your heart racing. 
You feigned indifference each time his dog tags jingled behind you; you pretended he wasn’t there until he was physically shoving himself in front of you. But you still let him throw his arm around your shoulder when you took a break and listened when he talked about his sister. It was a little game you two played: you pretended you wanted nothing to do with him, he saw right through it. 
And as much as you wanted to fall right into Bucky’s trap, you couldn’t. You couldn’t allow yourself to love a soldier when the outcome might be disastrous—even disregarding his flirty nature. Because if you fell for Bucky Barnes, you knew that was it for you. There would be no way to recover from a heartbreak connected to such a pure blue set of eyes or the Brooklyn drawl that warmed your chest. 
So, you kept your distance—or tried to at least. Bucky didn’t enjoy distance. 
Which is why you expected him to come today. You hadn’t seen him yesterday—your tent was filled to the brim with an onslaught of injured soldiers—and going a day without seeing you was unacceptable in Bucky’s book. 
Secretly, you enjoyed it when he came; his visits were a welcomed break from all the death you had to encounter. But today, you weren’t sure you’d be able to keep your eyes open long enough to humor him. You hadn’t slept last night, and the tent was still full this morning. Sure, all the soldiers were finally asleep, but that didn’t mean you could rest; you needed to monitor them. 
“Where’s my best girl?” The flap of the tent punctuated Bucky’s entrance. “Doll, you back here?” 
You were there, but barely. You were slouched against a post with your feet aching under you and your hair in a frazzled mess. The bags beneath your eyes revealed your lack of sleep, and your hunched shoulders gave away your broken spirit. 
And yet, when Bucky caught sight of you, a dreamy smile took over his face. 
He pulled you away from the post and pressed you to his chest as soon as his boots were close enough to do so. He was immediately worried. Because you always pushed away—or at least pretended to—and this time, you leaned further into him. He glanced down at your face, burrowed into his arms, and narrowed his eyes. 
“You okay, sweetheart?” 
“Hmm?” you hummed, lifting your head to meet his gaze. “Oh. Yes, yeah, I’m fine.” You righted your body and straightened out your uniform, embarrassed. “Just a bit tired.” 
“A bit?” he parroted. “You look dead on your feet over there. When’s the last time you took a break?” 
You searched your mind, eyes trailing up the ceiling. “Maybe yesterday? It’s hard to keep track when there’s no windows in here.” 
“Oh, doll, yesterday? We gotta get you layin’ down.” 
You yanked yourself back when he reached for your arm, and quickly grabbed the paperwork to your left. You couldn’t take a break. You were the head nurse; if any one of these soldiers’ health went south, it was your job to help them. 
“I can’t take a break, Sergeant. I’m the only one left on the floor. I have to make sure I watch the patients.” 
“Well, where the hell’s everyone else? You can’t work like this, doll. You’ll end up in one of these beds yourself.” 
You ran a tired hand over your brow. “These guys are worse off, trust me.” 
“Yeah?” He placed his hand behind your neck and brushed a thumb across your cheek. You closed your eyes, only allowing the contact because you were so tired, surely. “And what happens to them if their nurse passes out from exhaustion? You think that leaves ‘em in good hands?” 
His touch got more healing as the seconds ticked by. His fingers trailed down your neck and began kneading into the tense muscles of your shoulders, and you felt yourself sag against him unwillingly. He was definitely doing that on purpose. 
“Let me take you back to your tent, yeah? I’ll grab Susan or Dot to come watch these guys. I’ll even wake you up in a few hours to micromanage, I swear it.” 
“Can’t, Bucky,” you mumbled. But he took the papers from your hands anyway. “I gotta stay here in case they wake up. Let me do my job.” 
Hands rested on your waist, as if you were dancing. “Well, I made it my job to make sure you’re doin’ okay. And you’re not. So let me do my job, doll.” 
Your body betrayed your words as you sunk into him. “Bucky—” 
“I’m not gonna stop, sweetheart. This is non-negotiable for me.” 
You sighed and rested your forehead against his chest, the dog tags cool against your skin. His heartbeat lulled you into compliance; Bucky was nothing if not persistent, and you knew this was one thing he wouldn’t let up on. You felt his hand run across the back of your head before you spoke, your voice quiet amongst the breaths in the room. 
He was gone and back with another nurse before you even realized he left. Susan was cranky and unkempt, but Bucky didn’t let you feel much sympathy for the girl as he ushered you out of the med tent. He had his military jacket thrown over your shoulders, and a soft hand pressed to your lower back. And it was a bit strange that he knew the exact location of your sleeping quarters. 
When you threw him a confused look, he explained. “I kinda asked Steve. Just wanted to look out for you.” He scratched the back of his neck. “Glad I did, because that’s how I knew you hadn’t been back here in over a day.” 
You hid a small smile. Bucky had wormed his way into your heart over the past few weeks—as much as you didn’t like to admit that—and it was moments like these that affirmed that. 
When you reached your tent, he didn’t leave. “I got it from here, Sergeant. Thank you for walking me.” 
“Oh, no. You go in there and change and let me know when you’re done. Can’t have you runnin’ back to work after everything I went through to get you here.” 
“Come on, I’m not gonna—” 
“Go, doll. I’ll be right here.” 
You huffed, but complied, too tired to argue. Once you’d changed into more comfortable clothes, you poked your head out of your tent. “Alright, done. You can go back to whatever soldiers do when I’m not saving them from death.” 
He cracked a smile at that, and pulled you out of your tent by your shoulders. This hug felt the same as the one from before; it was warm and full of comfort and you’d never wanted to fall into something more. You even wrapped your arms around him this time, feeling the sharp intake in Bucky’s chest as you did so. 
With a ghost of his lips along your temple, he pulled away. “You gotta get some sleep, sweetheart. I’ll have Stevie come wake you up if I’m on watch, okay?”
It was Christmas. You had time off. The bustling streets of London were a beautiful place to celebrate. And yet, you’d never felt more empty. 
Christmas was a time for family; it was a time for big dinners and laughs between friends. Christmas wasn’t a time for sitting alone at a near empty bar, a glass of water rolling between your hands and a bartender sending you sympathetic glances. But staying at the camp hurt more than being alone, so you left for the evening. 
You were even wearing a new dress. After being assigned to the Howling Commandos, Peggy became a close friend. She took you shopping last week—“a Christmas treat” she called it. You felt like a fool really, dressing up to sit by yourself at a bar. 
This war was not kind. 
You almost asked Bucky to come with you; the closeness between you had only grown since receiving your new assignment. You began to expect his gentle touches throughout the day, and missed him when Steve had him away on an assignment. His flirty tone was now reserved for you alone, something you held deep within your chest; watching his expression change when you came into his sights was a feat you’d never tire of. 
But the worrying was nauseating. When he was away for long periods of time, a fear ate away at you like nothing you’d ever experienced. It sunk its teeth into your veins and sucked out any joy that could prosper there, only releasing you when his hands were brushing your hair away from your face once more. 
That feeling was why you’d stayed away for so long. Because how could you love a soldier when their fate was so undetermined? How could you give yourself so fully to someone when you didn’t even know if they’d live through the week?
It’s a shame your heart didn’t listen to your mind; that you had fallen for Bucky anyway. Not that you told him that. No, you two still danced around each other as if you weren’t completely enraptured by the thought of the other. 
So you didn’t ask Bucky to come with you. That didn’t mean he didn’t watch you leave. 
“What’s a dame like you doin’ in a place like this?” A Brooklyn accent. You weren’t surprised. 
“I run with a pretty bad group. They get into lots of trouble,” you played along. 
Bucky sat beside you then, thigh pressed to yours. “Want me to sweep you off your feet? Take you awake from it all?” 
“Don’t I ever.” 
“Let me then, sweets. I got lots of money back home. A big house with one of those new televisions. I even got a driver.” 
You laughed. “What, no indoor swimming pool? I’ll have to pass, big guy.” 
“What!” he groaned. “C’mon, give me another shot, toots. I’ll make it worth your while, I swear.” 
“Sorry, buddy. I got another soldier in mind.” 
You finally turned to him from your place at the bar, a playful smile gracing your lips. But Bucky’s smile was much more fond—more in love. You could always tell by the way he looked at you that he loved you. You knew he loved you. But you wouldn’t let him say it out loud; that was too dangerous. 
For the millionth time since you met him, you let yourself fall into the blues that were Bucky’s eyes, except this time, you could see past the war-torn soldier. You could see the bachelor from New York that read the hobbit to his sister and walked to school with Steve. You knew how the hues looked when he laughed and how they glistened when they cried. You knew Bucky, in every sense of the word. 
“Dance with me.” 
“What?” you whispered. 
“Dance with me on Christmas, doll.” 
“Bucky, there’s no music. And no one else is dancing.” You kept your tone low, gesturing to the few inhabitants at the bar. 
“They gotta jukebox. And I don’t really care if I’m the only one dancin’ with my girl,” Bucky said. He reached for your hands. “C’mon, dance with me, sweetheart. I’m not gonna stop askin’.” 
You shook your head fondly, agreeing as he bounded off the stool and headed straight for the jukebox. And true to Bucky’s cheesy nature, ‘White Christmas’ began to delicately slip through the speakers. 
“What, nothing fast to show off your moves?” you teased. 
“Nah.” He pulled you off the stool, guiding you to the empty floor in the middle of the bar. “I wanna hold my girl.” 
And so he did. He held you against his chest as the jukebox crackled and eyes glanced at you from tables hidden in corners. He swayed along with your hips as his chin came down to rest in the juncture of your shoulder, and he didn’t let you go. He didn’t spin you or pull apart to dip you low. No frills. 
Sergeant Barnes simply wanted to hold his girl. 
You could feel your chest tighten as the song reached its bridge. You wouldn’t cry; you wouldn’t worry Bucky and have his eyes gleam that beautiful cobalt under the dim lights of the bar. But holding it in was getting harder the more Bucky pressed you against him—the more he snuck secret kisses to the side of your head. 
Because, god, if this didn’t hurt. 
To be pretending that you could simply be Bucky’s girl in this rundown bar, dancing on Christmas, hurt deeply. It was an uncomfortable ache in the pit of your stomach, amplified by each of Bucky’s touches. You weren’t just each other; you weren’t just in love. You were the war. You were bodies used by the war. And that could never end well. 
You sucked it down—for Bucky’s sake as well as your own. You would have this moment. You would let yourself bask in the simplicity of this dance and of this night and you would pretend. 
Bucky’s hand ran up from your waist to cup the back of your head, somehow keeping you even closer. “Merry Christmas, doll.” 
His lips brushed your ear. 
“We’re gonna kick Hydra’s ass!” 
A round of deep cheers followed the cry, beer sloshing over glass rims and onto the dirt floor. The fire in the middle of the group roared with gusto, mimicking the tone of the night—impending victory and vigor. 
Bucky took part in the festivities for a short while, but soon contained himself to the log you were sat upon. The bubble around the two of you was created as soon as his hands captured yours. The rest of the commandos carried on, leaving you with knowing looks and keen smiles. Steve’s was the worst. 
“Gonna be back in no time, sweetheart, you just watch.” Bucky knew how worried you always got; he claimed it was one of your quirks. 
“I know you are, Buck, just try not to get hurt this time. Last time you walked in with a gunshot wound to the arm and I haven’t stopped thinking about it.” 
It was meant to be funny, but Bucky’s eyes softened. “I’ll do my best to come back to you in one piece, alright?” He tugged you closer, a firm kiss placed on your forehead. “You gotta promise to take care of yourself while I’m gone though. No running yourself ragged or worryin’ yourself to death.” 
“I know how to take care of myself,” you rolled your eyes. 
He tucked you under his chin with a laugh. “I know you do, doll. But I like to be the one takin’ care of you when I can.” 
You hummed, burrowing yourself further into his embrace. You were comfortable in his arms. Used to them. The past few months had granted you with more acceptance; you felt more secure in this new love with Bucky. There was still the fear looming in the back of your mind—reminding you occasionally that everything could be ripped from you in a moment's time—but you had decided to overcome that. 
Bucky was worth it; he was worth the pain. 
“I’m gonna ask you again.” Bucky cut through your thoughts. “And I’m not gonna stop askin’. Marry me when this is all over, doll. Let me take care of you till I die.” 
You clutched his cotton sweater between your fingers, squeezing your eyes shut at the question. Each time he asked you filled your head with so many scenarios; you could see yourself in the Brooklyn apartment he always talked about, kissing on the couch and making dinner in the kitchen. You’d go to the movies and fix the bathroom sink together and maybe he’d buy you a ring.
It was everything you wanted. 
But you needed him to ask you when there weren’t constant threats coming from every direction—when you were safe. 
“I’ve told you, sarge, you have to ask me when we get back to New York. That way I’ll know whether it was just the war talking or not.” 
“The war—doll, you don’t think that, do you?” He pulled you back, eyes searching yours. 
You gripped his forearms. “No—of course I don’t, Buck. Hey,” you snapped, tilting your head to meet his shifting gaze. “I don’t think that. It was just a joke, Bucky. I want you to ask me later because I want us to feel safe. I want to enjoy getting engaged to you in your home and start our life there.” 
He blew out a relieved breath. “Good… Good, doll, because you're the best thing to come out of all these damn years. I know I mess around, but I mean it. And I mean it when I ask you that. Every time.” 
“I know you do, Buck. And I mean it when I tell you to ask me again in New York. Ask me when we’re happy.” 
“You already make me happy.” 
“Then ask me when we’re safe.” 
“Alright, doll.” 
The fire was almost stifling when you were pressed up against Bucky; he always seemed to run so hot. But you didn’t mind— and would never mind—if it meant he was here in your arms and safe. Because this war wasn’t kind to people like Bucky; people with affable hearts that made you feel at home. And this war wasn’t kind to people like you; people with too much hope. 
The war took your soldier, and your heart along with him. 
The fear that held you captive each time Bucky left camp with a soft kiss to your lips, was replaced by a mind-numbing ache. It consumed you; it ripped you up from the inside until all you had left to do was scream. But you didn’t scream, because you still had a job to do. 
You still had to care for the Commandos and the others as if you didn’t lose the half of you that kept you sane—the half that was gentle. Steve let you cry against his chest when he told you, but you were expected to be up and working the next day. 
Because the front lines were no place for a romance, and you had been selfish. 
A week after you were torn in two, Steve made an appearance in your tent. He shuffled in with his broad shoulders and puffy eyes and handed you a letter. He didn’t need to say who it was from, he simply kissed the top of your head and left it in your shaky hand. 
Bucky’s handwriting was hard to miss; it was messy and sprawling, but so devastatingly charming. Just like he was. 
You almost didn’t want to open it. It was as if, somehow, leaving it sealed with the twine wrapped around the edges would make him live on. As if opening that letter meant coming to terms with his death, and you weren’t sure if you were ready for that. 
You left it for a night. 
You opened it the next day, right before you pulled on the nurses’ shoes Bucky always helped you slip out of at the end of a long shift. Your eyes were blurred by tears. 
My Doll, 
I miss you already, I can tell you that much. Something about this mission feels different than the rest, so I gotta make sure you know a few things in case I don’t come back. 
I love you. 
I know you don’t like saying it to each other, but you gotta know. I love you and I don’t think I can stop. I haven’t been able to get you outta my head since that first day in the med tent, and I haven’t wanted to. I mean, what would be the point of forgetting something so beautiful? 
I’m getting all cheesy, I know, but it’s the truth. You can ask Stevie if you want. I’m never shutting up about you when we’re away. Is that weird? I hope you talk about me. I hope you remember me. But more than anything, I hope I come back to you. 
But just in case, I’m still not gonna stop. I wrote you a few more letters to make sure of that. One for your birthday and Christmas. A few others Stevie will give you. I hope you don’t have to read them. But if you’re reading this one, I guess you will. Funny how that works. 
My handwriting’s not the best, so you’ll have to put up with that. But what’s one more thing on top of me bothering you all the time? I’ll miss bothering you I think. The way you always scrunch up your nose when I tell a bad joke. The laugh you always try to hide. I see ‘em all by the way. 
But there’s something else you gotta know, doll. The letters will stop, because you gotta move on. You gotta find someone that’ll take care of you the way I wanted to. At the rate you’re goin’ in that tent, you’ll be in the ground before you hit 40, and I want you to live a full life. I want you to have everything you’ve ever dreamed. I’m sorry I can’t be the one to give you that. 
Swear I tried my best. 
Pick a good guy though, will ya? Someone like Steve maybe. Take care of Steve if you can. I’m sure the guy’s beating himself up over whatever happened. Let him know it’s not his fault. 
More than anything I’ve rambled on about in this letter, know I love you. And know that I’ll always love you. I’m never gonna stop. 
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secretnutluminary · a month ago
My fav Alpha!Bucky fics I read in 2021 vol.1 (NSFW )
This is my list of recommendations! Be ready to change your panties, cause these writings are hot as fuck 💦
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The Room  by @wintxrsxldier​ 
Knight In Rusty Armor by @revengingbarnes​ 
Fate by @saiyanprincessswanie​ 
Tame me by @offcast-plus1​
Aftercare by @captainamericasbeard​ 
Finally by @buckybarneslover​​  
Little Children by @simsadventures​
You can do better by @openforjean​
Make me scream by @openforjean​
Just Try by @waiting4inspiration​
French Fries by @nastybuckybarnes​
First and Last by @navybrat817​
All Mine by @strwbrrybucky​
The Mating Program by @multi-stann​​
I want all writers to know how much we (readers) appreciate what you are doing, I’m in love with you all! 💗
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malum-forev · 2 months ago
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Summary: Bucky has been acting extremely suspicious recently and Sam and Steve have noticed, but what they find out isn't the answer they were expecting.
Warnings: noneee cute romantic Bucky, mostly Steve and Sam interactions.
Word Count: 1.2k
“You think some wire got unplugged in that cyborg brain?” Was the question that brought Bucky back to reality, he hadn’t realized it had been almost 10 minutes since he last paid attention to what Steve was saying.
“You alright Buck?” The blond asked his best friend, concern written all over his face.
Bucky cleared his throat and nodded. “I guess you just have to make debriefs more interesting.”
As Bucky shot him a fake smile and Steve seemed to back off. What he really wanted was to get out of meeting, out of the compound.
After a long pause, Sam commented. “I know you got your therapist and everything but, you know you can tell us anything right?” Bucky nodded.
“Yeah, we’ve seen you these past weeks. You seem… off.” Was all Steve said, hands on hips. Bucky sighed.
“Just got a lot on my mind, that’s all.” He looked down at his phone and saw the time. “Can we leave now?”
Steve wearily nodded and he rushed out of the room, leaving the other two confused.
“He’s been like this ever since Berlin.” Sam muttered. “Ever since he went back to that HYDRA base. Maybe something happened in there.”
“It can’t be, I know Bucky.” Steve replied, trying to rack his brain for a plausible answer as to why he was behaving like this.
“Steve, man, I know he’s your best friend and all- which by the way, ouch! I thought I was your best friend-“
“Sam get to the point.” Steve interrupted.
“What I’m trying to say is: what if they got to him again. What if- what if he’s turned into the other guy again.”
“We need to follow him.” Steve said sternly, getting up and leaving the room. Sam following suit.
“Yes!” Sam said under his breath. “Sneaky Cap is my favorite Cap.”
Luckily for them, Bucky hadn’t gone too far. He was in the compound parking lot, getting on his motorcycle. He strapped on his helmet and sped off. The others quickly got into a car and followed the assassin at a distance, not wanting him to notice them.
Sam and Steve followed as Bucky came into town and stopped at a liquor store. As he parked his bike, he looked around as if to make sure no one else was there. The owner of the store came out and looked Bucky up and down before nodding and letting him come in.
“What the hell was that?” Sam asked. “It was like two robots trying to have a conversation.”
“Yeah, there’s something wrong here.” Steve replied furrowing his eyebrows.
The two saw Bucky coming out of the liquor store, with something hidden inside his jacket.
“He’s armed.” Sam stated.
“Stand down Sam, we don’t know that.” Steve said, trying to convince himself at the same time.
“Steve, we need to stop him. Now, before he hurts someone.” Sam replied, getting ready to send Redwing.
“Wilson. Stand. Down.” Steve said, only motioning for his partner to follow him as Bucky got on his motorcycle again.
This time Bucky lead them to an alleyway, they stayed on the corner of the street in front of an apartment complex. Bucky parked and was soon met by a man with a black hoodie on that covered most of his face. Before they could do anything, Bucky was handed a red book.
“Is that?” Sam asked incredulously. “It can’t be.” Steve replied, having flashbacks of that same book. The one that held the HYDRA words engraved in Bucky’s mind.
“He was supposed to be free. The Wakandans freed him.” Steve whispered. As the stranger left, Steve decided it was time to take action. Bucky kept walking, turning the corner, towards the south entrance of the building and Steve and Sam followed. As they turned the corner too, they were met with a knife, only inches away from Steve’s face.
“Steve?” Bucky said, shocked.
“Hey pal, what are you up to?” Steve said trying to remain calm, he didn’t know who he was talking to. But it was soon clear as Bucky lowered his knife.
“What the hell are you two doing following me?” Bucky asked.
“What the hell are you doing!” Sam yelled. “You we’re acting all weird and sneaky. Meeting up with random people! We thought you had gone all Winter Soldier again.”
“What?! What are you guys talking about?” Bucky said.
“That lump in your jacket! The gun you have in there!” Steve said, pointing at the foreign object.
Bucky rolled his eyes and unzipped his jacket, to show a bouquet of flowers.
“This looks like a gun to you?” He said, showing them the assortment of peonies and tulips.
“I mean I knew you weren’t much of a decorator but liquor store flowers? Really?” Sam asked.
“There’s this really nice flower shop on the other side of the liquor store.” Bucky grumbled.
“Okay, okay maybe you can explain that. But what about the book, the book that looks almost exactly like the one HYDRA had.” Steve said. “That by the way, some random man handed to you in an alleyway!”
“That’s just some guy I met online! He was selling a first edition book of Pride and Prejudice. I told him to meet me here.” Bucky explained, showing the pair the book in his hand. “He just had another cover on the book.”
“Wow, well I feel stupid.” Sam said, rubbing the back of his neck.
“I’ve given you two all the idiotic answers you needed. Now it’s your turn to tell me why the hell you were following me.”
“Well- we- well we thought that you were acting weird. You weren’t concentrating, you just seemed off. And we thought maybe HYDRA had-“ Sam was interrupted by Steve.
“I’m sorry we ever doubted you Buck.” Steve apologized.
Bucky looked at both men and sighed. “It’s fine, you were gonna find out sooner or later.”
“Find out what?” Steve asked.
The building door opened. “There you are Bucky! I’ve been waiting for you upstairs, the show is almost on!”
Steve and Sam turned to face the woman.
“Hey doll, Steve and Sam were in the neighborhood and wanted to finish up some work stuff.” Bucky said, handing her the flowers and the book and kissing her temple.
“Hi! It’s really nice to finally meet you. I’m (Y/N).” She said, the two just stood with their mouth open. “Are they always like this?”
“This is why I didn’t these two to meet you yet.” Bucky grumbled under his breath.
“Are- do you- you have a girlfriend?” Sam asked shocked.
“Yeah.” Bucky said, grabbing (y/n) by the shoulders and puffing his chest.
“Oh, I’m your girlfriend now? I thought you said you wanted to go slow.” She looked up at him with a sly smile.
“Why hadn’t you told us?” Steve said.
“We’ve only been on a couple of dates. It’s fairly new.” Bucky explained.
“So that’s why you haven’t been same old Bucky! You’re in love!” Sam said in a singsong tone, laughing.
“Is that so?” (Y/n) questioned. “You need to be at 100% Buck, I think you forget your job involves guns and the possibility of getting killed.”
“I can’t concentrate on work when I’m thinking of you.” Buck said, bringing her closer.
“I think I’m gonna throw up.” Sam said, making everyone erupt into laughter
“I would love to stay out here and catch up, but season finale is coming up. Do you guys want to join us?” (Y/n) asked.
“They have other things-“ “Yes, we’d love to.” Sam and Steve said in unison.
“This is going to be torture.” Bucky groaned.
“We need to get to know the lady that messed up Terminator’s head even more than it already was!” Sam said.
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beelicious-barnes · a month ago
Comfort (B.B)
A/N: This is something that was playing on my mind the whole day and I wanted to write it down. It’s a comfort fic, and especially if you’re on your period or pms-ing or anything really, I hope this makes you smile!
Warnings: 18+, fluff, period pain, and just comfort fluff
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A silent cry escaped your lips, your vision a little hazy from the tears as you squeeze your eyes shut, letting the tears fall. You had been couped up in your room long enough and you knew Bucky would eventually come to check in on you once he was back from his mission with Sam. It happened sooner than you expected when you heard a faint knock on your door, and when you didn’t respond, Bucky carefully opened the door.
This time, a more evident sob filled the room as your hands reached to wipe your tears. On one hand, you didn’t want your roommate to see you like this, but you also couldn’t stop. This was your first period in three months and it hit you like never before. Even the slightest movement resulted in the most excruciating pain. You tried to sit up and failed immediately, and Bucky moved closer to you, kneeling in front of you as you groaned into the pillow.
Bucky gently ran his thumb across your forehead, wiping the sweat as he gave you a gentle smile, “I know you’re in pain and I’m here now, okay? I’m not leaving until you feel better.” He moved his fingers to your hair, gently stroking it. He knew you liked your hair being played with, it calmed you down.
Your breathing evened out a little as you leaned into his touch, knowing you weren’t alone anymore, “Bucky I need to ask you for a huge favor and just know that you can say no, okay?”
He didn’t know what to expect. He never had a girlfriend before, and he hadn’t spoken to women beyond Natasha, Wanda, Shuri, or Ayo, who were a lot different than you. You worked a 9-5, you liked cheesy films with happy endings, you enjoyed bath bombs and scented candles, you teared up every time you physically hurt yourself, and he was used to you, he liked every bit of you, but he just wasn’t sure what to expect in this situation.
“Anything you need, doll.”
You took a deep breath, gathering the energy to form a proper sentence, “I need to wash my hair. I haven’t for days and I’m feeling icky, and I hate it.”
He still wasn’t sure what he was supposed to do but he was willing to guess, he didn’t care about making a fool out of himself when it came to you, “do – do you want me to draw you a bath? Or help you get to the bathroom?”
If only it were that simple. You shook your head no, “can you put a chair near the bathtub, and I’ll sit on it, facing downwards and you can wash my hair? Please?”
It didn’t sound like it but it was something intimate, at least for Bucky and you. The closest both of you had ever gotten was cuddling together when it was really cold and your heater wouldn’t work. He held you, wrapped up in a pile of blankets, keeping you warm for as long as you needed. This, however, was different.
Not a second later he nods, standing up as he holds his hand out to you, “of course I can do that for you, doll. I’ll help you get there and be as gentle as possible.”
You took his hand in your own as you sat with a groan, clutching your stomach as you looked up at him with teary eyes and mumbled ‘thank you.’ He helped you up, taking all your weight in his arms as he walked you to the bathroom and grabbed a chair on his way.
Neither of you was sure about how to go about this but Bucky was determined to make it work in the most comfortable way possible. You had chosen to be vulnerable around him, and he was going to make sure he honored every bit of it. With that, he put the chair near the bathtub and helped you sit down as he grabbed your shampoo from the shelf.
You nervously looked up at him, “should I take my top off? I don’t want it getting wet.” You cleared your throat as you played with the hem of it, “I have a bra underneath? But if you’re uncomfortable, I understand.”
“Whatever you need. I don’t mind.”
So, you proceeded to take your top off and Bucky tried to look everywhere but at your chest. He was tempted to look, of course, he was. But this situation didn’t call for that, and so he sat down on the edge of the tub as he turned the tap on,
“Let me know if the water is too warm or too cold, okay? I’ll adjust it according to how you like it.” He turned the tap around a few times while you tested the temperature of the water and finally landed on lukewarm. You gave his thigh a gentle squeeze, hoping he knew just how thankful you were.
You bent down, your head near the tap as Bucky used a glass, filling it up and gently wetting your hair, making sure he didn’t hurt you more than you were already hurting. The water trickled down your neck a little, making you sigh in relief.
“Can you dilute the shampoo with water a little bit, it’s better that way.”
“Yes ma’am.”
You chuckled softly, for what felt like the first time in forever as you tilted your head just a little, looking up at the super soldier who had his nose scrunched up, making use he diluted the shampoo properly, “you have no idea how much this means to me, Bucky.”
Bucky smiled as he gently rubbed the shampoo on your hair, massaging your scalp, “you have taken care of my cuts and wounds plenty of times too. This is nothing.” He filled the glass up, washing the shampoo out of your hair, chuckling a little when he splashes some on himself, “whoops.”
A few more minutes went by and you were all done. Bucky took your towel, carefully drying your hair as he stood up, his priority is helping you up to your feet. Instead, he put his hand under your knees and the other around your shoulders, lifting you with ease. You squealed a little as you latched on to him, clearly not expecting that.
You buried your face in his chest, a little flustered, “you didn’t have to do that, Bucky, but thank you so much.” You couldn’t deny the butterflies in your stomach as he carried you back to your bed, almost forgetting about the pain for a while.
He tucked you into bed as he sat down on the chair next to you, “I’ll just uh – I just want to sit here for a while, I won’t disturb you.”
A smile formed on your lips as you pat the bed, “come sit next to me, maybe we can watch something together?”
He doesn’t think twice before standing up and getting into bed with you as he pulled the covers over you two and handed you the laptop, “can we watch uh – one of those romcoms you like?” he gets out of bed again, “I’ll be back in a minute.”
You give him a confused look as he jogs out of the room and comes back a few minutes later with a tub of your favorite ice cream and two spoons.
“I almost forgot about this, now we’re ready to watch.”
You chuckled as you put the film on as both of you tucked under the blankets, cozying up together. He wrapped his arm around you, pulling you into his chest. Both of you realized that something had changed between you two, that tomorrow morning would be a little different, and he could hear your heartbeat as fast as his, a small sigh escaping his lips, glad that you felt the same way.
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perpetuelledaydreaming · 29 days ago
summary: Bucky and you, without planning it, fell into bed one night at the start of the summer, after that you fight to keep it a secret and against your own feelings. It’s just fun for the summer, right?
Listen to: Cruel Summer by Taylor Swift
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Fever dream high in the quiet of the night
You know that I caught it
Bad, bad boy
Shiny toy with a price
You know that I bought it
You hadn’t expected Bucky to reciprocate, less in the way that he did, and much less how little it took for him to take control over the situation. He tasted like the vodka he was having before you had climbed over his lap and kissed him senselessly. Bucky quickly wrapped his arms around your waist and bum so he could carry you to your room. His lips were softer than what you had expected and you could feel the slight smile he had as he heard your whimpers while you grounded on him. His large hands trailed under your sweater as you reached your room, the cool of his fingers on your waist made goosebumps dance across your skin and you gasped as he tore your sweater apart, but soon you didn’t care as he returned to assault your neck and chest with his lips as you let out a loud moan.
You would be lying if you said that you hadn’t imagined yourself in that position so many times. You daydreamed about it while you two spent time together when he would pull you closer than what you expected on a mission, when you would train together, or when you would simply watch movies and end up falling asleep together.
Now, it was happening and now you couldn’t believe it; even as you were gripping your sheets because of how he was kissing his way down your body.
You’d met Bucky when he was running away, you remember him almost killing you as he kicked your body through a glass window in Berlin while you landed a couple of floors down. It hadn’t been pretty, but you didn’t blame him since both of you had somehow similar backgrounds -if similar backgrounds meant being tortured by Hydra and given some kind of super-soldier serum while mind controlling you-.
Obviously, his experience was much worse.
After that first meeting, when Steve finally brought him to the compound when he had been ‘fixed’ in Wakanda, he wouldn’t even look into your eyes. He would try to avoid you -or anyone by that point- and you understood, he was ashamed of what he had done and you got it, you weren’t proud either of your missions after the Red Room or Hydra. It took him a couple of months to warm up and then one night you found him in the training area.
It was late and right after a mission; it was usual for you to have trouble sleeping after some missions so you would walk around through the compound finding things that could be able to get your head out of it. And then you saw him, no shirt and with some shorts as he punched one of the boxing bags. You were thankful you had fixed it and reinforced it to withstand Steve’s or Bucky’s hits but you were sure he was about to break it again.
“Can’t sleep?” was the very first thing you had said to him, he turned to you breathing harshly, and nodded.
You talked for hours and even stole one of Tony’s bottles that he had saved in a secret spot on the training room, you were somehow Tony’s favorite so you knew his best hiding spots. And so, you drank and talked until morning when Vision went to the training area through the wall and saw you together laying down on the patted floor; he alerted you that you had been talking all night.
And after that something shifted in your relationship.
You weren’t sure if it had been the alcohol or just the fact that those steel-blue eyes looked filled with so much compassion and understanding that they compelled you to tell him everything. You had told him about the red room and your deepest fears of not being able to erase what you had done in your past life, how sometimes you couldn’t sleep because of the nightmares that you had, how you sometimes had to shower multiple times in order to remove the memories from your body; how sometimes you didn’t know if Natasha and Tony had been wrong about choosing you.
And it came somehow as a surprise to you that Bucky could empathize with that. He looked so good after Wakanda, like he had managed to put his past away and all the pain, even to the point that you’d sometimes envied his progress. But he let you know that he couldn’t sleep either and when he could, it wasn’t even on a bed but on the floor. How he had nightmares about his time as the Winter Soldier, and how even Shuri couldn’t wipe those memories from his head. How he had so many saved up anger inside of him because of what he had been through, that sometimes he realized he couldn’t even talk to Steve about it because it still hurt so much and it would make him sound like he was still the Winter Soldier.
You assured him he wasn’t.
From that night, it became something that happened all the time, it just seemed so easy. It seemed like with Bucky you could let down some walls that you had placed. You loved the Avengers, but you felt like they would never truly be able to be yourself after all the damaged you’d done. But Bucky would never judge you after what he had been through, Bucky seemed to get you, he didn’t push, he was just him and he let you be you. You talked about everything through so many nights, even agreed that you might’ve been at the same training center at some point in time when you both were being held by Hydra.
He showed you his scars and you showed him yours.
You saw each other at your best and your worst.
And your bond only became stronger, before you even realized it yourself, Bucky Barnes had become somehow your best friend.
But friends didn’t do what you were doing.
Friends wouldn’t get drunk alone as you had when you realized that you had the compound to yourself. Friends wouldn’t drink and start talking about their dating life as an Avenger and how none existent it was, and laugh as you wonder how it would even work. Friends wouldn’t suggest practicing with each other -even if it was a joke- before going on a date, especially if that friend hadn’t asked a girl out in more than sixty years. Friends wouldn’t dare friends to look them straight in the eyes in the hope that their gaze would fall a moment to their lips while they asked them if they could practice kissing with the other. Friends wouldn’t lean forward and capture their lips.
Friends wouldn’t be igniting a fire on your body by kissing and licking your core as Bucky had been doing while you screamed his name.
Before you knew it, he had his lips over yours and you could taste yourself in his mouth, moaning at the taste as he groaned while he unbuckled his pants.
Maybe it was the jumpstart you’d from the vodka. Maybe it was the way his steel-blue eyes shined when he looked at you. Maybe it was the way that he was kissing your lips and sucking on your neck that was intoxicating. Maybe it was the way he was groaning your name as you took off your bralette and let him see you completely. Maybe it was how you were riding him, with his hands on your hips guiding you and your hands on his chest, marking him as yours.
Maybe it was something that both of you had really wanted for a long time and the bubble had burst that night because of the way he was kissing you, the way he was gazing up at you, the way he was holding you and making you scream his name was something so deep and full of love that you almost could cry.
Before you realized you both came undone with strangled moans, breathing as one as ripples of pleasures surged through your bodies.
It was earthshattering.
Neither of you said anything, you simply laughed.
Bucky kept kissing you, all over your face with small pecks and you’d never seen the super-soldier like this, with that wide smile and soft eyes, as he pulled you closer to him.
“I’ve always wanted to do that,” he whispered as he nudge your nose aside so he could kiss your neck as you sighed contently.
“Are you being serious?” you asked with a smile plastered on your lips.
“You’ve seriously never thought about us kissing each other?” he asked with a smile plastered on his face as he pulled your hair away from your face and kissed your lips again.
“Maybe once or twice,” you lied as Bucky looked up to you and your gazes linked. There was something on that steel blue stare that made your heart beat faster.
You fell asleep to them.
But then, you heard the sound of something falling onto the floor. You barely could open your eyes but you saw the shadow of Bucky collecting his clothes from the floor. You gazed at the window and you could see the sun rising.
Bucky stopped dead in his tracks. He turned around slowly as he watched you raising from the bed with a grimace drawn on your face and unfocused gaze as you watched him put his belt on and then try to pick up his shirt and shoes.
Until then it dawned on you; the lack of eye contact, which was so different to the moments that you’d experienced barely hours ago, his icy silence, was enough for you to feel your stomach dropping as he put on his shirt.
He seemed scared.
But then, his eyes finally linked to yours. You weren’t sure how you look, maybe disheveled from your previous activities but it wasn’t until Bucky sighed and climbed to bed to hold your face that you realized you must’ve been on the verge of tears.
“I just… I’m not ready for anything, y/n,” he whispered as he took your face with both of your hands softly. You could feel it, his fear was palpable in his voice.
You knew that he was trying to get away and maybe if it had been just a kiss, you might’ve let it go but now you were too deep into it, you’d never felt something like that. This wasn’t supposed to happen, not at least like this, in your daydreams, it didn’t end with him running away as the sun came up.
You watched his steel blue stare, his spiky hair, and scruff as you tried to hold yourself back from kissing him again or start to full-on cry.
“I’m not asking you that,” you whispered back to him with closed eyes, trying to avoid any emotion that could scare him away. “I just, this doesn’t have to become a thing,” you replied as you tried to somehow reassure it even to yourself and not only Bucky.
Bucky stayed silent for a few beats, you open your eyes to look at him but the way he was looking at you, you couldn’t exactly read it.
“Are you sure?”
You stared at Bucky in silence and as your eyes linked with his, you knew there was no other way out of it.
“Yes,” you lied.
Killing me slow, out the window
I'm always waiting for you to be waiting below
Devils roll the dice, angels roll their eyes
What doesn't kill me makes me want you more
For your own sake, you would’ve run as fast as you could from the deal you’d made with Bucky as the sun rose while he made you his one more time; but self-preservation wasn’t really one of your strengths and apparently, self-control wasn’t either. A single kiss turned into hundred feverish ones and had ended with you whispering lies to Bucky while he fell into your bed one more time.
That one night turned into nights and nights turned into weeks where you would spend tangled up with Bucky all night, feelings for him burning in your chest as he took you to a place no one had quite really before. He whispered sweet nothings to you under the veil of the night as he kissed you breathless when he was buried inside of you, you knew maybe he was too overwhelmed with the lust of it all but you couldn’t ignore it as you lay beneath him in these moments.
You’re mine, You’re so perfect, Kiss me, Such a good girl, My good girl, I’m yours.
But he would never say anything of the sort when you both came down from your highs.
Nevertheless, it became addictive.
In the best and worst of ways.
It happened again.
In your room.
And again.
During a mission, when Bucky had whispered you looked way too good in that suit.
And again.
In the training room when Bucky finds you training at early hours.
And again.
In the Compound’s kitchen, when Bucky had announced that he would spend the night rather than go back to his place.
And again.
In one of the Conference rooms of Avenger’s tower after a meeting.
And again.
In a Quinjet when Bucky had seen your new training shorts.
Each time riskier than the last.
Each time bringing you closer to a raging fire between both of you, an unrecognizable connection that you knew that you wouldn’t be able to back away if you didn’t stop.
And yet you didn’t.
Instead, it became addictive and with each passing day of training together or spending time together, you would get a glimpse of what it would be like to be something real. You’d expected Bucky to act as neutral as possible, part of you fear that he would put space between you and him but it became the opposite, longing stares and persisting touches that would usually be reserved for the dusk started to happen in broad daylight and sometimes in front of the others.
You tried to ignore how your feelings for Bucky were growing like vines in a jungle after a monsoon, but it seemed impossible to do when you saw how his eyes lighted up when you walked into a room or his little side smirk when Thor would ask you why you were limping when going to a meeting, or how he would play with your hair with his vibranium arm when he was in any proximity to you, he always liked to be closer to you.
There were little things but you knew that he couldn’t reciprocate any feelings, you’d agree that there wouldn’t be any, so as you had been trained from a young age, you hid how you truly felt for him. You tried to bury those feelings as deep as you could, just so you could have Bucky’s hand ghosting over your skin as he whispered sweet nothings into your ear and would make your lips burn when he kissed you.
And you were still somehow glad, you knew that you couldn’t lose Bucky.
Even if it meant building a wall to protect you from the person that you’d never truly wanted to build one for.
And it's new, the shape of your body
It's blue, the feeling I've got
And it's ooh, whoa, oh
It's a cruel summer
It's cool, that's what I tell 'em
No rules in breakable heaven
But ooh, whoa oh
It's a cruel summer
With you
“Come on!” Bucky half-whispered/ half-yelled as you threw down a small bag that you’d pack with anything that you believed was necessary and quickly stood at the edge of your window while he waited for you below.
“On it” you scoffed back at him whilst he rolled his eyes. It had been Bucky’s idea to spend the weekend with him in his apartment while Natasha and Steve went on a mission together.
You’d declared earlier that week that you were going away for the weekend and although it seemed weird for some since you were usually the one that spent most of your time in the Compound, other than Vision and Wanda; but nobody paid you any mind; except for Wanda. For some unexplainable reason you had a feeling that she knew something was going on but thankfully she didn’t say anything about it.
Therefore, you thought that you had accomplished your side of the deal. You were off the hook that weekend and it seemed like it would be a good one with Bucky, it seemed to be the first time that you would be really together. There wouldn’t be sneaking around or tiptoeing around the compound after a night of hush grunts and moans that you would spend together. You would be fully able to be yourself around each other for the first time since your …activities had begun.
Nonetheless, it wasn’t as you’d thought it would be.
Bucky didn’t say much to you that day and you tried to brush it off but then he arrived at your window, instead of throwing pebbles on your window as you’d seen in so many movies before, he simply gave you a text, and there he was, with his bike but no boombox with romantic songs or even flowers. He even seemed kind of annoyed when you weren’t jumping as fast as he wanted.
“Are you coming or not?” He growled at you with his hands on his hips as he waited for you and leaned on his bike and you swore you sad red. You didn’t even mind properly jumping so that people wouldn’t hear your landing or so you wouldn’t be too obvious.
You landed, hard, in front of Bucky and glared at him as you’d never had before. “You know what? You can go fuck yourself”, you growled at him with a frown.
Bucky seemed stunned, his eyes widened at your reaction and it seemed like words died on his mouth but you didn’t wait for him to say anything, you snatched your bag from his bike and started to stomp away towards the main entrance of the Compound, your fists clenched furiously.
“Y/N, wait” he stuttered and you could hear his hard steps following you.
But you didn’t. You didn’t want to be a pathetic girl clinging to a guy who clearly didn’t care for her. What hurt you the most was that Bucky wasn’t only a guy you fucked but he had become your partner in everything before that, he was the closest thing you had to a family, he was your best friend and it hurt that he apparently thought of you as a nuisance.
You didn’t want him to see how dangerously close tears were about to fall from your eyes, so you ran to the main entrance and through the compound, Bucky following you closely but not saying a word, not until you reached your room at least.
You were quietly opening the door of your room at the Compound when you felt his scent from behind. You turned with a disgusted scoff as you glared at Bucky.
“I’m sorry,” he muttered slowly as he walked closer to you, making you back up into your room. You felt sick when you saw how he checked the hallway before he closed the door, checking if no one had seen you.
“Why are you sorry?” you asked him, it almost burn your lips how much anger was on a single sentence until then you realized that you were holding your fist so hard that you had decorated your palm with crescent moons.
“I just didn’t want anyone to catch us and, this weekend… I don’t want anything to screw it up,” Bucky breathed, stepping towards you and trying to pull you into his arms, but you flinched at his attempt.
“If you were afraid someone would catch us,” you spoke softly as realization hit you, which only made you feel even angrier, “then you should’ve said something before inviting me,” you hissed.
“No,” Bucky squeezed his eyes shut and groaned, “It’s not that! No!”
You rolled your eyes at him and stepped back, chuckling mostly to yourself about the mix signals he was sending you. It hurt, it hurt that he couldn’t give you a straight answer, it hurt that you felt like he was embarrassed about sleeping with you, was it really that bad?
“Because it clearly seems like you regret this,” you continued as you glared at Bucky who seemed skittish, he seemed like a little boy who felt like he had done something wrong and wasn’t quite sure how to fix it.
“I don’t, but I…”
You felt like someone had whispered those three letters to you, you whipped your head towards him as you tried to see if he had actually said something or if it had been your mind playing games. Bucky stared at you silently, he was saying so much with only one look. You knew his eyes, you knew how his mouth was still open but the words wouldn’t come out, how his mind was spinning trying to avoid any word that seemed close to the ones you longed for.
But he wouldn’t say it and it felt like someone was trying to rip your heart out of your chest.
You turned away from him as you tried to compose yourself, you tried to breathe deeply and almost tried to remind yourself that this wasn’t the deal, feelings had never been on the deal and it had been only your imagination and your feelings trying to make it something that it couldn’t be.
“I’m sorry”, he whispered and until then you realized how close he was to you, almost whispering as he took a stand of your hair and pulled it back. “I’ve never wanted to treat you like that; I was just anxious. Can we try again?”, he pleaded with those steel-blue eyes that felt like a galaxy in front of you, he kissed your cheek asking for forgiveness without saying so, then your hand and then your lips.
You didn’t deny them.
Part of you wished you had said no but you couldn’t disregard how happy you felt when he finally caught you in his arms when you climbed down the window one more time, or how little time it would take for both of you to rip each other clothes off between giggles as you entered his apartment.
That night Bucky showed you he didn’t regret it by kissing you breathless. He turned you against the door and kissed your back as he unzipped your suit. It didn’t take long for you to stumble onto his bed. You melted onto his arms as he worked on you with his vibranium arm, and then you trailed kisses down his body, caressing everything that you could as he shivered in anticipation. You tried to ignore how groundbreaking it felt as flames passed through your body with every one of his thrusts, tried to disregard how he called your name or kissed you as you both came.
That weekend something changed.
You woke up to him preparing breakfast as you wore one of his t-shirts and kept him company. He finally told you about his life in the ’40s and you smiled as he told you stories of his childhood with Steve, how they always would get in trouble and how his mother was the person he admired the most. He showed you photos of him as a child and it filled you with happiness to know that at least one of the two had lived a normal childhood.
As the afternoon came, you sat in silence in the living room, reading your respective books while he caressed your legs and before you knew it, Bucky threw you against the counter of the kitchen as he kissed every square inch of your body. The next day, you watched movies all day, it was a list that you’d prepared for him to watch and it included all your favorite movies that you’d watch when you had first joined the Avengers and Tony wanted to make you feel a bit better.
The weekend ended with both of you dancing in his living room, it was first to loud music as you jumped around and laugh as kids while you moved your body, then it turned into slow songs that Bucky loved from his past as he pulled you closer to him while he swayed both of you from side to side and spin you around, which ended up with you pushing Bucky against a wall as then him kissing him senseless as you almost ripped his clothes off.
And then, after Bucky fell asleep next to you, you realized that you couldn’t avoid your feelings anymore.
Hang your head low
In the glow of the vending machine
I'm not dying
You say that we'll just screw it up in these trying times
We're not trying
So cut the headlights, summer's a knife
I'm always waiting for you just to cut to the bone
Devils roll the dice, angels roll their eyes
And if I bleed, you'll be the last to know
The light of the screens in the control room of the Hydra base lighted up your face as you tapped away as quickly as you could as you heard grunts coming from outside the door and guys screaming as well as what you were beyond sure were broken bones.
If it had been a normal day like in the past you wouldn’t have been in a state of rush, part of your training in the red room had been to be as calm as you possibly could in any given situation, but now it wasn’t the case. Missions usually went smoothly for you; you were hardly ever thrown off your element and you completed every task you had assigned.
You were as effective as one could ask from a super spy that had been trained for most of her life to be undetectable and with Bucky? There weren’t any questions that the mission wouldn’t go as it had been planned. You both work so well together it was almost scary to Natasha how well you knew each other’s pace and manners, you were always in sync and you’d manage to disarm people together faster than any other combination of Avenger, hence why you were somehow always paired up when it came to missions.
Nonetheless, today wasn’t it.
“So, how much longer are you planning to stay here? Want something to drink while we wait?” Bucky grunted as he finally closed the door and bend a large piece of metal to place on the handles of the door as more Hydra agents approached the small control room. The tint of annoyance in his voice, made you whip your head towards him with a frown.
“It’s not my fucking fault,” you snapped at him as you continue to type as fast as you could. “They updated the Loops that they were using for the code scripts, and if I recall, you don’t even know how to use your computer so can you shut up?”
Bucky stared at you dumbfounded as he tried to reply but you didn’t give him a chance as you focused again on the code you were working on. You didn’t usually snap, you never snapped actually. You knew how to process your feelings and when you were in the red room, snapping could mean the difference between life and death.
But this was different.
First, it had been a while since you two had been on a mission this risky, and most importantly, you hadn’t been in love with Bucky at that time, or at least not in the way that you felt now. Second of all, this time you had gone into it a bit more skittish, a bit more alarmed, a bit more scared about what could happen to Bucky, a bit more distracted than what a super spy could possibly want.
So, when you landed at the Hydra facility and you had to face dozens of agents as you walked through their compound and searched for the control room that contained all the information that you needed, you hadn’t really been on your A-game. You and Bucky had received a couple of hits as you reached the control room and without being aware, as you both tried to enter it, an alarm had gone off that had unfortunately called more agents than what you were expecting. Bucky had stayed behind while you started to work on hacking the system, trying to be as efficient as you possibly could, and had to stop the system from wiping itself before you could collect the information.
And so, there you were.
“It’s done,” you sighed in relief as you typed the last code and the system opened up for you again, without wasting a second you place the USB that Tony gave you and waited for it to charge completely.
“So, today wasn’t great,” Bucky muttered as he walked up to you slowly, a bit of trepidation in his step while you tried to ignore how his scent invaded your space.
You almost let out a laugh.
“You don’t say,” you muttered as you waited for the line in the screen to say 100% so you both could get out of that place. You tried to ignore the screaming from the other side of the door or how loud the punches of the Hydra agents to the door made it move a millimeter each time as they tried to open it. You knew it was a matter of minutes before they got out the next biggest weapon so you wouldn’t be able to escape.
“Why is this so slow?” you growled almost to yourself as you tried typing something to speed it up.
“What? We’ve been in here less than two minutes,” Bucky stated nonchalantly as he laid against a couple of the computers in the control room before crossing his arm across the chest. He seemed so relaxed and not worried about how you were losing precious time.
You whipped your head towards him and glared at him, Bucky simply rolled his eyes and chuckled to himself.
“I’ll remind you to taunt Stark about the quality of his tech,” he muttered while he bit his lip and his eyes gleamed as they linked with yours. You could feel as if someone had laid you in the sun and all the daylight was warming your body, that’s what it felt when Bucky smiled at you with those loving eyes.
“Thanks,” you whispered at him with a smile but your thoughts were interrupted by the bell of the control system. The 100% light up the screen and before Bucky could say anything you had removed the USB and saved it on one of the pockets of your vest. “We’re done Steve, can Sam pick us up on the rooftop in two minutes?” you asked as you pressed the earpiece on your right ear.
“Left quadrant of the building, we’re climbing out of the window,” Bucky added as the two of you walked towards the large windows.
“On it” you both heard Steve and Sam announce on your ear and both of you nodded before you took out your guns and started to shoot at the windows, making them crackdown and giving you space you needed to climb to the roof easily.
You were going first but before you could walk towards it, Bucky grabbed your forearm and pulled you in, you weren’t sure how fast it happened but as soon as you turned around your lips were attacked by Bucky’s and a gasp left your lips as he pulled you against him with his strong arms grasping your body. The kiss was soft and purposeful, it tasted like honey as your lips moved in sync with Buckys. You felt a bit embarrassed about how your heart was beating so fast at that moment and how you were sure that Bucky could hear it too. But then you remember, remember how this wasn’t part of the plan, your kisses weren’t supposed to be sweet or soft as this was, it was supposed to be fire and lust and anywhere but there.
You felt your whole body stiffen and you pulled away immediately, breathing heavily as you walked away without giving Bucky’s blue steel eyes a second. You tried to compose yourself as you breathed deeply, trying to calm your heart rate down as well as your body that was buzzing with anticipation because of Bucky’s action.
“What was that?” Bucky asked quietly as he removed the earpiece, trying to avoid either Steve or Sam catching your conversation.
You cursed mentally as you turned around to Bucky with a puzzled expression on your face. “What do you mean?” you asked quietly as you took a harness out that you usually used to climb through places and quickly connected it to the upper part of the ceiling so you could rapidly go out.
But you could see Bucky’s cold expression and it made you swallow hard as you tried not to look at him directly into his eyes.
“Don’t play dumb, y/n” he stated coldly as you frown at the dumb part, your gazes linked up and you could see how his eyes were crossed with exasperation, how his stand was colder than usual, and how there was a hint of hurt in his eyes that you’d seen before, it seemed like he had a fresh wound that could get worse by the slightest thing and you remember how he told you he decided to keep himself away because he was afraid of losing control again. Did he believe that you were scared of him?
Part of you wanted to throw yourself to him and tell him that there’s nothing wrong, there’s nothing wrong with him, that you were hurting too because it was so painful to love him. How you had shown him your scars before and that it felt like they were bleeding again because of how much it pained you that you had to hide how you felt. How it felt that he was keeping you a secret, while you were keeping him like an oath and that it made you feel like you were stupid because he would never call it love.
But you couldn’t because at that moment all hell broke loose.
If you had been paying attention, you would’ve been able to hear the loud thud of a new machine that the Hydra Agents were putting in the corridor outside of the small control room. If you hadn’t been distracted by how to react to Bucky instead of the mission, you would’ve heard the beeping and the voices of the Hydra men saying to back off once it reached its capacity and to wait to see if you had even survived.
But neither Bucky nor you heard it.
You were thankful that you had managed to place your harness correctly because otherwise, you would’ve fallen to your death. Instead, you’d been blown up right from the building as the explosion destroyed the room, the right side of your body hit part of the wall, hard, before you were flying through the window and almost falling down a precipice below the building. You were thrown like a rag doll, enough for your neck to hurt from the whiplash as you have pulled back to the side of the building thanks to the rope.
You slipped and came back from darkness; your vision foggy and white spots dancing on your eyes while you could hear muffled sounds coming from above you, maybe even an alarm, but you weren’t sure if it was just another effect of the explosion on your hearing. The wind from the mountain where the Hydra base was ruffling your hair and you started to cough thanks to the smoke of the explosion that was escaping the window and the way your body had been hit. You were beyond sure that if you hadn’t broken your right arm, you had definitely sprained it or dislocated it. It took you a second or two to finally register that Bucky was still inside and the panic settled on your chest.
Before you realized it, you quickly checked if the USB was still on your vest and then you were rapidly climbing the rope to get Bucky. You were thankful that Bucky was the only thing on your mind, that panic was flooding your veins with adrenaline and it was clearly preventing you to feel the actual pain of your injuries because it felt like your whole body was burning up. You climbed so fast that the smoke hadn’t completely dissipated from the room, as you started to look for Bucky.
Nonetheless, the room was dark, the smoke was burning your eyes and your nose, breathing wasn’t easy but you knew you wouldn’t leave without looking for him. You started to hear the voices of the Hydra agents outside, listening to the instructions of others and you quickly dropped to your knees hoping to avoid the majority of the smoke, you started to drag yourself through the floor looking for him.
It took a minute to finally find him.
“BUCKY!?” you whispered, unable to keep the words to yourself as you got closer to him but he didn’t answer.
The panic now settled on your bones as you finally moved Bucky’s body, he was unconscious and before you could even notice, you touched his vibranium arm, and electricity passed through your body. You hissed as you pull your hand away from it and you looked to the side to see that he had hit one of the bases electricity boxes and you realized why he was knocked out cold; Bucky could withstand almost anything that was thrown in his way, but thanks to the mind-controlling process he went through with Hydra, electricity seemed to have a stronger effect on him.
You quickly took his face with your hands and checked if he was still breathing, he seemed okay but his body was still shuddering slightly because of the electric shock, you knew that if he had hit it too hard and depending on the voltage of the electricity box, he could really be hurt. You quickly took the neck of his jacket a bit down to see the extent of the electric shock and you felt like vomiting when you could see his veins colored purple on his neck and you started to hyperventilate because you couldn’t even imagine how his back looked.
“y/n? y/n! What happened?” you finally heard Sam’s voice on your earpiece and you felt like you could more or less breathe again.
“Sam, it was…I don’t know a bomb? Come inside, I can’t carry Bucky. He’s knocked out, Sam,” you said shakily and until then you realized that you were actually crying as you held Bucky’s body close to you, praying that Sam was faster than the Hydra soldiers. “Sam, please he’s really hurt”
“On my way,” Sam stated solemnly and you knew he was concerned, you knew he wouldn’t take long but you could already hear the steps of the Hydra agents coming into the room. You quickly turned to Bucky and gave him a peck on the lips before breathing deeply and pulling yourself together, it was for real this time, you wouldn’t let anything happen to Bucky.
Without any other thought, you raised yourself and pulled Bucky closer to the window for when Sam would arrive. Once you laid him against the wall, you quickly pulled your hair away from your face and breathed deeply knowing what was coming next. You had to bite your inner cheek as you pushed back your right shoulder to its right place without letting out a word, you could taste the blood on your mouth as you finally took a breath and started to move your shoulder. Then, you quickly pulled your electric beads and your taser gloves, since your gun wasn’t really your style. it didn’t take long for you to hide in the shadows, always keeping an eye on Bucky as you felt the Hydra agents getting closer and closer with rifles looking for you.
Swiftly, you launched yourself into the air and quickly kicked the gun out of his hand, while you pulled him by his neck and crushed his face against your knee, knocking him out completely. You laid him carefully on the floor, you tried to be as quiet as you possibly could, taking into an advantage that the smoke was still too deep for them to see you if you acted quickly. You took the next one you saw, you ran towards him and grabbed one arm around his neck, using the force of your walk to disorient him and then kicking his legs for him to fall on the floor while landing on your knees, then kicked him in the face for good measure.
And you kept going, one by one. It almost felt like it was a trance and you could’ve sworn it felt like hours, you had dealt with more than fifteen at that point. You slid through the floor a couple of electric beads, electrifying almost five of the men who were chasing you. But as you kept going, the smoke was clearing up and leaving Bucky in plain sight, and also you. You quickly tried to walk back to Bucky’s as you kicked and punched every guard on your way, you slide on the floor making them fall, wrap your legs around their neck while twisting a bit too hard for them to fall unconscious, twisting arms and crashing their heads against the computers on the room.
But you weren’t fast enough, and by the time you looked behind you, you felt sick.
Bucky was awake, weak, but he wasn’t alone. Bucky was fighting as well, hand-to-hand combat with none other than Baron Strucker. The intelligence on the base had told you that Strucker wasn’t there, you were sure about it and it dawned on you why Sam might’ve been taken a little bit more of time, it had been an ambush. You quickly finished the guy that you had on a chokehold and when you turned around, you felt like vomiting.
Strucker held Bucky up with one hand over the edge of the window, smiling maniacally as Bucky tried to get his hold of him but he wasn’t able. Strucker had taken a replica of the serum but it only drove him madder than what he already was and Bucky wasn’t in shape, and you simply couldn’t allow anything to happen to him. Throwing caution out the window, you dropped everything as you ran towards them. You dodge bullets, falling debris hits from the agents that were trying to hold you back but you needed to reach him.
“STOP!” you screamed, it ripped through your chest as you almost caught up to them when he was about to let go of Bucky that now looked purple.
Strucker turned towards you with a twisted smile, you launched yourself towards him, without checking for anything, without realizing that this had been his plan all along, without knowing that he was ready for you. He quickly let go of Bucky, who fell just at the edge of the window as he took a deep breath and coughed as he tried to breathe, but then Strucker turned towards you and as you fell over him, he sunk down the knife he had on his other hand.
You didn’t scream, you didn’t say anything as you fell over with him on the floor. You’d been hurt a million times before, knives weren’t usually such a big deal but as soon as it tore your skin, and then your insides; you felt it, the feeling of burn all through your veins, moving through your body and you knew it would be soon until it reached your heart. There was poison, and it was expanding from that deep tear through your whole body.
You looked at Strucker, who was still holding the knife to your torso while his eyes looked like they were going to come off from his socket as he realized that you hadn’t screamed, that you weren’t recoiling on the floor from the pain, and that you weren’t dead just yet.
So, just because he felt like it, he twisted the knife further on your stomach, and he laughed -hard-, you felt your body trembling as you heard it ricochet through the room but you knew what to do. You quickly placed the five beads of electricity you had left on his mouth; he didn’t manage to react sooner as he choked on them while he tried to get you off of him by piercing you further with the knife but you tried not to flinch, you held his mouth shut and activated them.
You’d tazed people before, honestly, it was one of your favorite weapons because you knew how much you could control it and it felt like your hands weren’t stained by blood. Nonetheless, you’d never been this close to someone who was getting electrified, you watched as Strucker turned red as the seconds passed, how his body started tensing up and soon the movements turned into convulsions, and then you realized how the electricity was passing from his body to yours, especially by the knife. You tried holding longer but the pain was too much, you fell next to him but the knife didn’t go with you.
Instead, you had a gaping hole on your stomach that was bleeding profusely.
You tried to stand up but your body seemed like it wasn’t listening to you anymore, you only reached your knees and you pulled your hands from your stomach to see the wound and you felt the panic trickling into the back of your mind as you saw how much blood there was, you believed it was also the poison and you weren’t sure how fast you would last.
You started to shake, tears falling down your face as you felt as if life was being drained from you. You suddenly started to feel so cold that you wanted nothing more than to curl up down and fall asleep there, exhaustion was washing your body.
But before you closed your eyes you saw him, Bucky falling to his knees in front of you as he held your face carefully. He was crying, you’d never seen him cry, his steel-blue eyes were filled with horror as he looked down at your hands and then at the pool of blood that was dripping on your knees.
“Y-Y/N,” Bucky whispered, as he looked at you with dread and you knew that this wasn’t like any other time you had gotten hurt.
“I’m not leaving you,” he said as he pulled you into his arms and carried you “I’m right here, I’m right here”
That was the last thing you remembered.
It was dark when you woke up and considering the metal ceiling and the beeping all around you, as well as your IV, you knew you were in the medical wing of the compound. You weren’t sure how long you were out, but you figured it had been weeks because of how your muscles ached from the lack of movement, at least you weren’t in pain, you thought. Your body didn’t feel like it was going to burn from the inside out anymore.
You tried raising yourself from the bed with a long groan as you tried to make your body listen to you again, but a voice between the shadows stopped you.
“You shouldn’t do that,” Bucky’s raspy voice whispered as he walked towards you. You smiled, almost like it was a reflection as he got closer to your bed but concern grew as you saw his state.
Bucky looked more sunken and broken than when you’d seen him as the Winter Soldier. The bags under his eyes were a dark purple than you’d ever seen before, his cheeks looked hollow as if he had lost a tremendous amount of weight, he seemed pale and tired, and then his steel-blue eyes were bloodshot red and you felt like crying.
“Are you okay?” you asked without even realizing that you’d spat the words or that your voice was so raspy at the moment.
Bucky chuckled, mostly to himself as he shook his head. “Are you really asking me if I’m okay, y/n?” He turned away from you, he rubbed his eyes with the heels of his hands as you shrunk in the bed, you could feel the tiny annoyance in his voice from your question, and before you knew it, he snapped. “Why did you do that?”
You were too stunned to speak for a second as Bucky turned around to face you, he winced as he saw how tense you were, how it seemed like you were scared of him.
“I …” Bucky started again, trying to be calmer than before but it seemed like he wouldn’t be able to control himself any longer and he clearly wasn’t as he got closer to you. “You could’ve died, you know? And then what happens? What was all of it for?”
“I can’t lose you!” he finally yelled as his gaze connected with yours. “How could you be so careless about yourself?” Bucky yelled once more, his voice cracking at the last second as you gazed at his steel-blue eyes and you felt like your chest was going to explode.
In that second you recalled how self-preservation wasn’t exactly your forte.
“You know why I did it,” you muttered as you felt a sinking feeling washing over your whole body. You were beyond sure that you were starting to tremble at the thought of finally confessing your feelings to Bucky.
“What?” Bucky asked as he blinked slightly, he had a puzzled look on his face and you knew you had caught him by surprise.
“Bucky, you know how I feel about it,” you sighed as you tried to raise your hand towards him, a last glimmer of hope on the back of your mind was begging you to try to hold his hand, to maybe have him close.
But he flicked away his hand from you, giving a step back. “Stop,” he muttered softly and you could’ve sworn that you heard your heart cracking into a million pieces.
Your chest felt like it was an opening black hole sucking everything in you as you attempted not to burst into tears right there and then. You felt so small as Bucky gazed at you with a confused look, he seemed even paler than before and you guessed it might’ve been too much for him, you might’ve been too much for him to handle. You were starting to really shake and you were doing everything you could not fall apart, so you looked away.
“You don’t want me,” you finally whispered so quietly that you felt like he hadn’t even heard you, you could feel the tears already filling up your eyes.
There was a beat of silence and although you could feel Bucky’s piercing you with his gaze, you didn’t dare to look at him.
“We had a deal, y/n,” He finally whispered, to somehow correct your previous statement. “You know how much I care about you; I mean you are my best friend y/n and I-”
Awareness was beginning to seep through your mind as you recalled his last words as they swirl around your mind. Anger started to fester on your chest as it dawned on you how stupid you’d been, how even after almost dying to protect him, you weren’t enough for him.
He didn’t want you.
Nonetheless, he tried to hold your hand softly, but you snatched it away from him.
You raised your head and finally your gaze connected. Although you tried to see into them for miles and miles, as you tried to look in his gaze for the lie between his words, you couldn’t find any contradiction to the words he’d spoken before. He never saw you as something else than a partner, then a friend, he never saw you as anything else.
And you couldn’t just be close with him anymore.
“Is there something you have to tell me?” you asked him coldly, your voice faintly stronger than the previous whisper.
Bucky’s steel-blue eyes were locked with yours and although it seemed like he might say something else, he didn’t.
And there it, was that would always be his answer.
“Leave,” you whispered, you tried to lift your chin but the tears began to stubbornly roll down your cheeks.
You could see the slight wince on his face, you knew he could hear the fatigue on your voice and concern rose in his features the more he watched you. Although you had talked about heavy topics with Bucky, you couldn’t recall a time when he didn’t manage to make you smile until now, when he had caused you such pain. He never did, that was the thing, you always believed that you were going to be okay because he was there.
Until now.
Now, you only felt pain when you saw him.
“y/n, you don’t mean that,” Bucky said as he got closer to you but you tried to pull away as you remove your gaze from him. “Let me be here for”
“Leave, James” that was all you could push out before you closed your eyes, tears still streaming down.
It took a few minutes, but in the end, he left.
You couldn’t stop crying afterward.
Oh, it's new, the shape of your body
It's blue, the feeling I've got
And it's ooh, whoa, oh
It's a cruel summer
It's cool, that's what I tell 'em
No rules in breakable heaven
But ooh, whoa, oh
It's a cruel summer
With you
It had been a few weeks. You were sure that you and Bucky could quietly gravitate around one another in the Compound without causing pain to the other. All communications could be easily avoided since you were still recovering from your last mission, you weren’t forced to train or to go to missions, which left a few meetings or activities that you could run into Bucky. Nonetheless, you tried your best to avoid those as well, you spend most of your time in your room or the medical wing for your treatments and if you were in a common space and Bucky arrived, you would slip out of the room as swiftly as you could. On the other hand, if you were forced to talk to Bucky, it was mostly as icy as one could be. If you were being honest, the sadness and the dread of not being close to him filled your first few weeks but after that, they turned into a bit angrier and resentful, so the remarks were a bit angrier as time passed and glares would be thrown here and there.
It wasn’t a surprise then that everyone in the compound sensed something off between the two of you, but neither of you confessed anything to anyone. People figured that it was because of how the last mission had turned out, you were angry at each other because of that, nothing else. You confirmed that lie by asking Nat not to place you in missions with Bucky anymore, and although she had agreed that it might be for the best, she couldn’t avoid the puzzled expression that she had after you had finished asking her. While you heard from Sam, that Bucky had been asked by Steve to help you get back into training and he had declined the offer.
But you tried not to mind, as you tried to dismiss your feelings of sadness and anger, as you tried to dismiss how much you missed him every night, how you cried sometimes when you realized that you couldn’t talk to him or kiss him anymore. But honestly, you refused to feel unwanted again, although each time you saw him, the feeling just came back again.
Especially as he flirted with that agent in the bar of Tony’s penthouse at Avenger’s tower.
You were aware of the private gala that Tony had planned for the government, it was mainly a thing so that they could get off the Avengers back. The government liked to be informed about what you were doing, they wanted to control you somehow, so events such as this one could give them a sense of belonging when you were truly working outside of their range.
You had tried to avoid coming, knowing that you usually did not enjoy having to play reformed bad girl role for anyone in the government but also because you remembered how much you’d talked about coming to the party with Bucky. You were usually distracted by him playing drinking games when no one was watching or dancing with him to avoid talking with anyone. Moreover, you could still recall how you showed Bucky the dress that you were wearing that night. It was an off-the-shoulder long and tight black dress with a Bardot neckline that left Bucky gaping at you while you showed him the dress. You remembered as he raised from the bed and walked up to you, he whispered into your ear, I hope that dress wasn’t too expensive because I’m going to tear it off you at that gala.
You could still feel the shivers as you recalled how he pressed his lips against your skin.
But now you were here, and he was down there flirting with some government agent.
You weren’t sure if the blonde was from Shield or the CIA, and honestly, you didn’t really care. The only thing you cared about was how Bucky was practically tethered to her they had spent all evening together. Chatting with her, laughing with her, refilling her drink; and off course, he looked as handsome and beautiful as ever. His hair seemed a bit messier than when he arrived at the gala as you noticed the grey suit that he was wearing, it fitted him like a glove and everyone knew it, especially the agent.
She was elated by the attention that Bucky was giving her.
You were clearly not.
You simply stood there by the stairs on the second floor, you felt restless and angrier as the seconds passed; and although you tried to distract yourself with other people and make small talk with other government officials, your gaze would always drift to the two of them conversing by the couch. It felt like you were haunting the whole party, alone, your gaze always landing on them. It felt like time had frozen for only you, you couldn’t move on.
In all honesty, you knew that you were jealous of the attention he was giving to the girl. You were irritated with Bucky for being this perfect gentleman with her, for spending time with a girl that he’d never met or maybe had seen once or twice if something needed official handling, but mostly, for being with her all night when he could’ve been with you.
But then again, you couldn’t do anything about it.
So, you resorted to another method to forget about Bucky and the girl, you climbed down the stairs and went to the bar. You leaned your elbows on the bar after finishing yet another shot of tequila that you’d asked the bartender after you’d threatened him when he had told you that they weren’t serving shots because of the class of party it was. The buzzing of the alcohol was already numbing your mind, which was what you wanted, you just wanted to forget.
“I find it hard to believe that an amazing lady like you is sitting at a bar all by herself,” a man said, sliding into the stool next to you with a charming smile. “I’m a huge fan,”
He was handsome. He had short blonde hair that fell perfectly on his forehead with dark blue eyes and sharp sideburns. He seemed like an all-American kind of guy, which if we were being honest, you truly thought that was just a tiny bit comical. Back in the day, you remember how you knocked down thousands of them.
You simply smiled and ran your hand through your hair as you stared at him.
“It’s an honored soldier…” you asked him.
“Walker,” he said a bit too excited at first, he then cleared his throat and in a deeper voice continued. “John Walker”
You nodded with a wider smile at his reaction, you offered your hand and he quickly took it and kissed it softly. In the back of your mind, you felt a bit icky about the gesture, but you tried to tell yourself to let it go and simply enjoy the company, especially you couldn’t mind caring about it with how tipsy you were getting.
“I thought you’d like some company. So, are you with someone?” He asked curiously as he proceeded to order a drink.
You winced at the thought of Bucky but you shook your head. “I’m alone as you can see”, you muttered while you asked the bartender for a glass of wine.
“Lucky me,” He stated with a glim in his eyes as he took a sip of his drink. “You probably get this a lot, but you’re really beautiful”
You snorted at the claim, you were somehow stunned by how confident he was. Usually, people were a bit more precautious with you because of your past, they didn’t particularly like you since they knew that back in the day when you were basically a teenager you’d gone against the government and in general people like him more times than they could count; and although yes you were being controlled by Hydra or the Red Room, that didn’t ease people’s fear. Even less after they saw the way you fought; they knew they could easily be killed.
But this guy, clearly, he thought highly of himself, he thought he might be an exception and you usually weren’t a fan of people like that because most of them were just plain unaware about their lack of any real skill, but you were hurt and you were looking for a distraction.
“A little bit daring, aren’t you?” you asked him as you raised your eyebrows and took a sip of the wine but he simply chuckled.
“Well, it’s not every day that you get to talk to an Avenger that it’s as good looking as you,”
“And here I thought that everyone was crushing on Thor,” you muttered as you finished the wine faster than you wished that you had.
He laughed as he leaned closer to you, and suddenly his hand landed on your tight, right on the slip of the dress. If you were sober, you might’ve reacted differently at the sudden not consensual touch but your body was buzzing because of the alcohol and you were beyond tipsy now as your eyes started to get blurry.
“You might want to dance?”
“I,” you started but you looked the other way and your eyes linked with those steel-blue eyes that chased you even in your dreams. The icy stare made you turn back to John Walker’s more mischievous gaze and you realized how lewdly he was gazing at your body and how his hand was climbing up your leg.
Suddenly the urge of throwing up invaded your body, you felt your stomach turning and you weren’t sure the reason for your reaction but you knew that if you didn’t go away and into a bathroom, you would make a scene. You climbed off the stool quickly as you pushed away Walker’s hand but before you could turn around, he grabbed your arm, his grip a bit too comfortable on your arm and with a strength that you were sure a true gentleman wouldn’t use on any woman.
“Let me go,” you snapped under your breath as you closed your eyes thanks to the dizziness of your body.
He chuckled slightly as he sighed. “Come on, it’s one dance. What do you say?”
“She’s not interested,” Bucky’s voice made your knees go weak as you turned around and gazed at him. Bucky was livid, his teeth grit and eyes glinting with rage as he stared down at the blonde man in front of you.
“Man, it’s none of your business, please le-” Walker started but he was quickly cut off by Bucky who took his other arm and bent it in an almost unnatural way. Walker wailed quietly, knowing that he couldn’t make a scene as Bucky held him with his vibranium arm.
“If you don’t remove your arm from her right now, I’ll rip this one. What do you say?” Bucky growled as he glared Walker down, who simply nodded and soon let go of you.
You gave a disgusted scoff as he finally let go of you and you stormed through the party looking for the bathroom. You didn’t waste time as you finally found one upstairs, a bit away from people, and quickly shut the door as you collapsed on the bathroom floor, clutching the toilet as your body convulsed while you puked everything you had drink through the night. It lasted a few minutes and then you gave yourself a few, as your head was clearing up from the dizziness of before.
Finally, you wiped your mouth with the back of your hand and then stood up to wash your hands and mouth. As you finished you watched yourself in the mirror as you tried to fix the mascara that was running down a bit because of the tears that had fallen while you were puking your guts out but other than that you were as presentable as someone could ask. You quickly grabbed your purse and took out the gums that you had for emergency as always. Without a second thought, you opened the bathroom, not expecting to see him standing in front of the door.
Bucky was clearly waiting for you; he was leaning against the wall in front of the bathroom. He raised his head as you finally came out. His eyes lit up as he saw you, you looked at his steel-blue eyes and how it seemed that galaxies would erupt from them by the way he was watching you, he gave a step closer to you but you started to walk away.
“Fuck off, James,” were the only words that left your mouth as you left him in the hallway.
You heard Bucky stopping dead on his tracks as he processed your words but it didn’t take long for him to finally follow you.
“What’s your fucking problem?” Bucky growled as he walked in front of you, making you stop in the lonely hallway. You saw how his lips formed a straight line and how his jaw clenched as he waited for an answer while you only gave him an exasperated sighed and you looked away while crossing your arms over your chest. “Y/N?” He asked again since you had refused to even look at him.
But then you did, your eyes narrowed angrily as you looked at him.
“YOU ARE!” you finally yelled, jabbing Bucky sharply in the chest. You could feel all the anger from a couple of weeks surfacing on your chest as you had him in front of you, but it also brought something else.
Bucky’s eyes looked like they were on fire in the dimmed lighting, but you also saw the lopsided grimace on his face as he realized how to hurt you actually were.
“How am I the problem!?” Bucky growled back at you, and you could literally feel your heart squeezing and suffocating on your chest.
“How ARE YOU the problem?” your face was pinched and your cheeks were burning red as you watched Bucky in disbelief. “You. Told. Me. That. You. didn’t. want. a relationship.” You snarled at Bucky, punctuated by a push on his chest for each word. “And yet you treated me like if I was something else for you! When truly I was just a placeholder for sex!”
There were tears definitely building up in your eyes and you hated it, you hated that after all the time you were still there, burning in hurt from what he had done.
“You weren’t-” Bucky spoke his first words but you cut him off with a blazing, hurt expression.
“Yes, I was,” you prodded, “Use me while you get another pretty agent, use me while you don’t have anything better,”
“You know that’s not true!” Bucky growled under his breath as he avoided that you got away by taking your wrist softly, and you could tell already that you were pushing him to the brink. “That could never be true!”
“Yeah, right,” you scoffed at him while he held you. “I almost die for you!”
“And I wouldn’t have survived if you had! Don’t you get it Y/N?” He barked at you. “I lov-”
And that’s when your breath got caught. Your eyes linked with him and you saw his gaping mouth. The tension in the room was palpable, you were both breathing heavily, as you saw how his eyes were fixed on your face, he was examining you again as if you weren’t real. He was touching you so delicately, so lightly and he didn’t look away from you as he shifted closer. You could feel your heart stammering on your chest, you could feel warm and your space was invaded by his scent. It was only until that moment that you realized that it wasn’t that Bucky didn’t want you to, the anger dissipated, that you realized that all you felt was hurt and sadness.
“Oh my god” you whispered so softly; it was almost inaudible.
You watched at Bucky in front of you, you watched his steel, stormy blue eyes. His breathing was heavy, and his eyes were filled with so much regret and guilt that you wished that you could just look away as if it would make your realization hurt less.
You felt hot and wound up, your hands were shaking and tears were finally streaming down, your chest was beating wildly. “You can’t even say it,” you shook your head and you felt sick at the sight of him. Only until then did you realize that he was crying too, and he looked more sorrowful than you’d ever seen. “You can’t say it, right? Not even if you feel it?”
Bucky finally looked away as he wiped the fresh wave of tears falling from his eyes with the back of his hands and let you go. He curled his hands into fists as he walked back and forth while you simply stayed there as you tremble slightly.
“You agreed to it,” he finally whispered as your gazes link and you had to cover your mouth to avoid a whimper to come out. “You agreed to nothing,” you could see it in his stand, how the words fell from his lips that this had been really weighing on him
You felt so exhausted and defeated, it was even worse knowing that even if he felt something for you, even if he felt the same way as you do, he chose not to say it.
He chose to keep hurting you.
“Yeah,” you answered slowly. “And I’m done with it”
I'm drunk in the back of the car
And I cried like a baby coming home from the bar (oh)
Said I'm fine, but it wasn't true
I don't wanna keep secrets just to keep you
And I snuck in through the garden gate
Every night that summer just to seal my fate (oh)
And I screamed for whatever it's worth
"I love you, " ain't that the worst thing you ever heard?
He looks up grinning like a devil
You ran out of the tower without looking back at Bucky or other members of the party, you didn’t even bother to stop and give an explanation to Steve who caught sight of you before you left. You mumbled something about being drunk and got into an elevator. You quickly took one of the automatic cars that Tony had designed, which had been used by the members of the compound had use to come here, and quickly placed the address and then laid down in the back of the car as you sobbed about everything that had happened.
You’d never felt something for anyone, no one had made you feel so safe and at home like Bucky had done. You’d never been yourself with anyone, hell, you didn’t even know who you were but being with him felt like being your most authentic self. And yes, although it hurt like hell to believe that he had simply used you for pleasure and that he didn’t feel anything else, it hurt a little bit less than realizing that although he did feel the same as you did, he wouldn’t dare to say it.
You weren’t worthy then of saying it?
Then, from one moment to another you felt your body launching forward as the car came to a halt, the brakes screeching as you rolled to the front sits, the airbags from the front already launching by the sheer force of how it broke. You groaned a bit, knowing that you weren’t really hurt, although you knew bruises will be appearing the next day on the whole left side of your body. You raised from the seats and in front of the car you saw him, on his motorcycle and his eyes seemed a bit concerned.
You slammed the door of the car as you got out and walked towards Bucky, who quickly climbed down from his bike and ran towards you.
“Y/N, are you oka-?” Bucky asked horridly but before he could say anything, you slapped him across his face, he chuckled slightly as he caressed his cheek from the sheer force of the slap and moved his jaw slightly.
“I wasn’t wearing a seatbelt, asshole!” you snapped at him as you tried to clean your face from any residual tears that you had.
“How was I supposed to know?” Bucky muttered, still holding his jaw and there was when you realized how hard you’d hit him but at the moment you simply rolled your eyes at his statement.
“My God, you really are something aren’t you?” you scoffed as you turned around towards the car, determined to go home and somehow forget about him. “Leave, James”
But Bucky ran to you, again, standing right in front of you, and took your shoulders with his arms slowly as he checked your body, he examined you as if he was making sure that you hadn’t been injured.
“Wait, I’m serious are you okay?”
“Yes, I’m fine,” you muttered again as you tried to escape his hold but you couldn’t. “Now leave,” Bucky let go of you but he still wouldn’t let you pass through, and you started to feel exasperated by him. “What do you want?”
“I’m not leaving,” he stated with the determination and courage that you’d seen before on missions. “Not until you tell me when it changed”
“Are you serious?”
“I need to know,” he stated firmly as he got closer to you, closer than you’d ever been since that faithful day in the Hydra base. Your eyes linked with his and at that moment you felt your heart was about to explode in your chest, you could cry by the way he was looking at you, you had never seen Bucky like that, he seemed almost feverish with his red cheeks while his wild eyes stared back at you as if he was taking you in. There was this gleam on his eyes, so bright and loving that you felt like you could die right then and there just by the way he was looking at you, no one had ever looked at you like that.
So you took your time to answer the question, as you truly tried to recall the first time during your Rendez-Vous that something had changed but the more you thought about it, you’d realized that it had never changed.
“I always had feelings for you,” you finally muttered as you looked at him. “I just realized at one point, I wouldn’t be able to hide it anymore,”
Bucky gave you a smiling smirk, “Why you couldn’t?”
You stayed still, your breathing stopping for a second as you stared plainly at Bucky, too lost on your thoughts to really answer because you knew what it meant. It all came back to you, the late nights talking together, the training, the dancing, the laughing, the sleeping together, everything. You just didn’t realize how strong your feelings for Bucky were and you couldn’t hold it anymore.
“Y/N tell me!” Bucky insisted as he placed a hand on your cheek and closed the space between the two of you, he pressed his forehead against yours and you could feel his lips ghosting over yours. You closed your eyes as you felt Bucky, you quickly place your hands on his blazer pulling him even closer, as if to feel any security before you said what you needed to say and then you breathe slowly before opening your eyes and realizing he was looking right back at you.
“I love you,” you finally confessed as you gazed at Bucky. “Ain’t that the worst thing you ever heard?
Bucky smiled and closed the space between both of you with a bruising kiss.
Oh, it's new, the shape of your body
It's blue, the feeling I've got
And it's ooh, whoa, oh
It's a cruel summer
It's cool, that's what I tell 'em
No rules in breakable heaven
But ooh, whoa, oh
It's a cruel summer
With you
“I love you too,” he finally said.
author's note: I've been trying to write this since august and I hadn't had the time or the patience to do so until now. I've dreamed about posting this so I really hope you all like it. It's my first time writing for Bucky and most of the fanfic that I see here for him is smut so I really wanted to try more fluff? To mix it up?
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metalbuckaroo · 5 months ago
Birthday to Remember
SUMMARY// After being pulled along to a strip club by your friends on your birthday, you end up leaving with some company.
WARNINGS// smut, oral (f receiving), kinda corruption kink, pussyjob, cursing, mentions of tobacco and alcohol use
AU// Stripper!Bucky x Innocent!Readee
AN// Requests and asks are always open, 18+ ONLY Minors DNI
Moodboard by// @commonintrest Dividers by// @skylightlantern
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The last thing you wanted on your birthday was for your friends to drag you to a strip club. You felt awkward and out of place walking amongst the room full of half naked men and drinking customers.
"This just feels weird." You sighed, following your three friends towards the bar that was in the corner. "We'll get one of those private rooms they have here for parties and a beefy man. It will be a birthday to remember, c'mon." One of them grinned.
You pitched in on the drinks and a private room, one of the men walking in right after you. Dark, chin length hair and a sweet smile that nearly distracted from the tight leather shorts that left little to the imagination.
You spent most of the time staring down into your glass, having to silently remind yourself you were suppose be having fun as your friends cheered and giggled as they stuffed bills into the waistband of the man's shorts; whose named you learned was Bucky.
You weren't really paying attention to what he was doing. More to the way the silvery metal of his arm gleamed under the dimmed lights and where metal met flesh at the base of his shoulder.
Wondering how he got it or if he could feel when someone touched it, rather than thinking of the smooth way his body moved.
One of your friends said something to him that you couldn't quite make out. Bucky nodding and looking over at you with a half smile.
"Want the birthday special?" He asked, moving to stand in front of you. Your face warmed at his words and you swallowed thickly, shaking your head. "No, it's fine."
"Oh, come on. Don't be a prude." One of the three girls groaned, poking one of your crossed legs.
Wetting your lips, you glanced up at Bucky who looked at you with welcoming eyes. "Yeah, okay." You nodded.
Your stomach flipped when he took the drink from your hands, handing it to your friend before the cool metal of his left hand nudged at your knee for you to uncross your legs.
Bucky placed his hands on the back of the couch, your shoulders trapped between metal and flesh as he leaned down to talk in your ear. "If you're uncomfortable with anything, just pinch me."
You gave another nod and he smiled, flashing his pearly whites as he leaned his knees against the edge of the plush cushion on either side of yours.
Your heart beat wildly in your chest when he tugged at the laces of the shorts to loosen them before taking your hands in his.
Bucky was eating up every reaction you gave. The way you chewed your bottom lip as he guided your hands along the taut muscles of his chest and abdomen, your fingers feeling every dip in the smooth skin and grazing over the barbells that pierced through his nipples.
He especially liked the way you weren't trying to rush his hands to go under his shorts; letting him be in full control.
Your eyes went wide when he stopped your hands at the waistband of the leather, the sound of your heart beating and blood rushing in your ears almost drowning out the sound of your friends giggling and squealing.
And the sound of the door opening.
"Buck, you've got a set." Another man said from the doorway. "I'm in the middle of a session." Bucky huffed, looking over his shoulder but not moving your hands. "Cap is gonna fill in."
Letting out a heavy sigh, Bucky finally let go of your hands, but his close proximity wasn't letting your body relax just yet as he leaned to peck a kiss to your cheek. "Happy birthday." He chuckled before standing.
A broad blonde took his place, this one letting you sit in peace and stare into you half empty glass.
"I'm gonna head home." You exhaled, glancing at the happy looks on your friend's faces. "Fine, buzz kill." One of them muttered.
Pushing through the crowded club, you pushed the heavy metal door open. Bucky was leaned against the concrete wall of the building not far from the door, now in a pair of sweats and a hoodie as he smoked a cigarette.
"The birthday girl." He grinned, blue eyes meeting yours as you stepped closer. "Want one?" He asked, holding the cigarette out towards you. "Uh, no. Thanks."
"Listen-" he cleared his throat, pushing away from the wall to stand in front of you. "I can find someone to cover for me if you need some company on your walk home." He offered before bringing the cigarette to his lips.
"I'll be fine, I'm not too far." You shrugged, looking to the sidewalk. "You can't walk alone, it's one in the morning." Bucky chuckled, shaking his head. "That's different than walking with a stranger?"
His tongue jutted out across his bottom lip, eyebrows twitching upwards. "Well- I was about five seconds away from putting your hand in my shorts around thirty minutes ago. I think I'm a little better than a stranger." He teased, leaning forward slightly. "Besides, your friends kinda seem like assholes."
He wasn't wrong. They were sometimes pushy, telling you to loosen up a little and dragging you along with them to places where you felt out of place.
"Ok, fine." You exhaled. Bucky cracked a smile and dropped his cigarette, stomping it out under his shoe. "Let me get my stuff, just wait here for a second." He said, brushing his fingers to your forearm.
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"Thanks, for walking with me." You said as you unlocked your front door. "This isn't the worst side of town but it's not the best either." Bucky said with a small laugh.
"I forgot to tip you, by the w-" his warm hand stopped yours from digging in your wallet, shaking his head. "Don't worry about it. Just- invite me in for a drink." He shrugged.
You narrowed your eyes at him, cocking your head to the side. "You're not a creep, are you?"
Bucky laughed, his smile crinkling the corners of his eyes. "No, just don't want a pretty girl to spend her birthday alone. Plus, I had someone take over my shift."
"Well, my apartment is dry. So, you're out of luck on that drink." You smiled, opening the door to walk into the small studio apartment. "That's fair."
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Bucky was good company as the two of you sat on the couch in your living room, telling you funny stories about his time working at the club and listening intently to anything you said. The lighting in your apartment made his eyes even more blue than you'd noticed earlier and his features look sharper, framed by his dark locks.
Over the last couple of hours he had slowly moved his way closer to you. Close enough that you could smell his woodsy cologne mixed in with the scent of cigarettes, his metal arm resting on the back of the couch as his right hand would occasionally brush against you when he'd talk.
"You're cute, like a bunny." He said with a small laugh, making your face heat up. "Thanks, I guess?" You mumbled, chewing your tongue as he lifted his hand to your cheek.
He hummed in response, leaning closer until his lips brushed yours and your breathing hitched.
You pressed a hand against his chest and leaned away slightly. "I've never..." You trailed off, hoping he'd get the point. "I figured that much. Can go as far as you want, or we don't have to at all."
"How many girls have you said that to?" You silently cursed yourself for saying it as soon as you did, biting down on the inside of your cheek. He just chuckled and brushed his thumb over the tip of your nose. "I'm more of a long term guy. Pretty sure I can count who I've slept with on one hand."
"Sorry, I didn't mean it like that." You said quietly, pulling at a string on the seam of your jeans. "I know." Bucky said before slotting his lips over yours, the kiss gentle and sweet.
The taste of cigarettes and mint gum flooded your tastebuds when his tongue slipped past your lips to press into yours, the softness of his plump lips contrasting the scratch of his stubble.
Bucky just felt so welcoming, his touches cautious to wait for you to stop him as his hand moved from your cheek. Fingers ghosting down the side of your neck to leave goosebumps in their wake, along the buttons of your blouse and finally stopping to wedge between your thighs.
He pulled away, leaving your breathless as you blinked your eyes open to meet his lust filled blue ones. "Remember to pinch me if anything makes you uncomfortable." He teased, pecking a kiss to the corner of your mouth.
Things were moving fast, clothes quickly discarded on the path from the couch to your bed. Bucky's hands and lips only parting from you long enough to rid another clothing item that shielded his skin from yours until all that stood in his way was your underwear and his leather shorts.
You weren't sure if it was the head rush from only knowing Bucky for a few hours after holding out for so long, or the way his darkened eyes looked you over as he bent his body over yours.
"You're so beautiful." He breathed, leaving a brisk kiss to your lips before trailing wet kisses down your neck and chest.
Your hands gripped onto the sheets harder the further down your abdomen he got, trying to keep your breathing even as fingers hooked in the waistband of your underwear.
Bucky looked up at you one last time before dragging the fabric down your legs, tossing them to the side and taking his spot back between your legs.
You propped yourself up on your elbows to watch as he peppered kisses to the inside of your thighs, cold metal and warm flesh gently massaging the outsides of them as his stubble scraped at your skin.
A squeak erupted from your throat when he sunk his teeth into the supple flesh, making you move your leg away from his face to pull the skin from between his teeth.
Bucky chuckled and placed a soothing kiss on the mark. One to remind you that none of this had been a dream.
An excited chill ran down your spine when his hot breath fanned your dripping folds. Bucky giving one last glance before flicking his tongue over the sensitive bud, a soft chuckle bubbling in his chest when your body jolted and you drew in a sharp breath.
"So responsive, I could get use to that." He winked, licking a stripe from your entrance to your clit.
Bucky basked in every breathy sound and reaction he elicited from you, moaning at the taste he wanted to burn into his memory. In hopes he had another chance at this, the slice of heaven he held in his hands.
The chance to have his own angel to bend and mold into his filthiest dream.
He moved his hand to ease his middle finger into your heat, groaning at the immediate flutter of your walls as your hands fisted the sheet and chest heaved with a soft moan.
"Oh, c'mon. You can be louder than that, bunny." Bucky purred, curling the long, thick finger to find the sweet spot to set off the reaction he wanted. A louder moan pulling from your chest when he found the rough patch just inside your cunt making him smirk. "There it is."
He locked his lips around your clit again, fingers curling into the spot that pulled the vulgar sounds from your sweet lips as he sucked and flicked his tongue over the bundle of nerves. An unfamiliar feeling quickly building in your lower belly.
"Bucky-" You keened as white hot pleasure surged through you, your trembling thighs closing on his head as his metal hand moved from your hip to grope at your chest.
His fingers pinched and grazed the pebbled bud before massaging the flesh under his palm as your back arched, your breath catching in your throat and ears ringing.
Bucky lifted his head from between your legs, finger continuing to stroke your walls to work you through your orgasm as he pulled the laces of his shorts loose.
Your skin felt like it was on fire, every nerve alive as you opened your eyes again to Bucky standing at the end of the bed and shoving the shorts down his thick thighs. Erection springing free to give a glance of the two barbells on the underside of his cock. One under the ridge of his swollen head, the other at the base.
Your heart pounded in your ears when he moved back between your legs, stomach flipping from the nerves as his leaking tip ran through your folds and prodded your entrance. "Wait-"
Your hand pressed to the firm muscles of Bucky's stomach made his movements still and eyes flick up to meet your nervous expression. "We can stop if you want. Or we can try something else." He suggested, leaning on his palms to catch your lips in his briefly.
You nodded and let out a shaky breath. "Yeah, something else." You breathed.
A whimper passed your lips when he rocked his hips forward, the barbell sliding over your clit sending shocks of pleasure through you.
Bucky's bottom lip disappeared behind his teeth as let out quiet groans from the feeling of your slick coating his shaft.
"Talk to me, bunny. This okay?" He panted, gaze raking over your naked form that still had the sheet clutched tightly as melodic sounds spilled from your lips.
"Feels good," You panted, words slightly slurred from the dizzy feeling in your head caused by the pressure quickly building again. "So good." He moaned, holding his base to have better guidance through your folds.
You bit your lip into your mouth as tears prickled your eyes from the second wave of warmth that spread, choking out a moan as his pace quickened.
"Fucking shit-" Bucky huffed, his grip on your thigh tightening and release spilling onto your lower abdomen.
You inhaled a few deep breaths, trying to steady your heart beat as he pecked a kiss to your knee before standing from the bed to grab a piece of clothing for clean up.
You pulled the blanket from under you to hold to your chest, waiting for him to get dressed and make an excuse to leave like you'd heard your friends talk about after a hook up.
Instead, he wandered towards the kitchen, finding an empty can as he lit a cigarette, your eyes staying fixed on the way the muscles in his back rippled with his movements.
"C'mere." Bucky said with a soft groan as he got under the blankets with you, sitting the can on the nightstand. "You're staying?" You asked, furrowing your eyebrows at him.
"If you want me to, yeah." He shrugged, holding his arm out for you to lay on as he placed the cigarette between his teeth and grabbed a pillow to cushion the metal.
You gave a soft yeah and cuddled into his side, the soft whirring of his arm under the pillow helping you slowly drift to sleep.
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You felt yourself waking up as the bed dipped under the weight of Bucky moving, deciding not to fully wake up and let him leave in silence.
"Hey," Bucky whispered, moving his body over yours to press a gentle kiss to your shoulder. "Hmm?" You hummed in response, peaking an eye open to look at the slate blue eyes that held adoration in them.
His knuckles brushed down your arm, a sweet kiss placed on your lips as he gave you a soft smile. "I gotta go, but I left my personal number under your alarm clock. Give me a call sometime."
You nodded and smiled lightly at him, another kiss pecked to your lips before he left the bed to gather his things, walking towards the door.
"I'm gonna hold ya to that, bunny."
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swtbbybarnes · 6 months ago
dirty thot for the day:
Riding buckys thigh while making out with steve...i’ll just leave that right here 😭🤍
𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐢𝐭 | 𝐬.𝐫 𝐱 𝐛.𝐛
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’ve 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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scxrletrecsmarvel · 18 days ago
Had to make up for the last angst list being short. Iam sorry but these are some serious angsty ass fics!!! go support these amazing writers. Happy reading!!
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look what you made me do - @extremelyblackandwhite 
Based on ‘look what you made me do’ by Taylor Swift
𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐫 - @slvt4barnes 
a new enemy has emerged, but this time they seem oddly familiar
ALL BECAUSE OF MY LOVE - @turbolisedcomet 
Bucky didn’t do anything wrong but you gave him Hell anyways.
Relapse - @winterdrag0n​
You hit jackpot when you moved to New York 2 years ago and got yourself a hot neighbor, who offered an arrangement to be your Friends With Benefit. You knew it was a recipe for disaster because you obviously had feelings for him. Your luck didn’t stop because you met Mickey in Greece and he might cure you from Bucky Barnes addiction. Or are you just incureable?
Forbidden Love - @jamesbarnesjr​
Anonymous asked:
I saw you’re taking requests! So here’s one for you: I loveeee the forbidden love trope. I’m a sucker for when they sneak of and all the angst/want of forbidden love. So, maybe some kind of scenario where reader x Bucky can’t be together, but they really want to be.
Hate Me Please - @smoothy-ve​
You made Bucky hate you.
11:59 pm, December 31 - @lunarbuck​
You’ve been in love with your best friend Bucky Barnes since fourth grade, but to him, you’re just his best friend. It’s New Year’s Eve, maybe tonight will be different.
The 1 - @imagineanythings​
She pinched the bridge of her nose as she shut her phone off. She knew better than this, than to dig this grave up again of her own volition, to reminisce on and regret things long gone. It really had looked like him though.
We don’t talk anymore - @fiery-empath​
Bucky and the reader have been broken up for a while when they suddenly see each other again at a Stark function and the reader is with Steve Rogers…
Come home to me, darling - @shrimpsimpimabuckysimp​
Bucky is going off to fight
Underground - @that-one-gay-girl​
Based on the song Underground by Cody Fry
wildest dreams - @extremelyblackandwhite​
Based on wildest dreams by Taylor Swift
Nothing to Tell - @marvel-fanfic-writer-8675​
you were pregnant with Bucky’s child
last christmas - @starryevermore​
you thought you and bucky would last forever. but steve wouldn't let it happen.
ꜱᴛᴀʏ - @maladaptivexxdaydreaming​ 
based off the song “Stay” by Rihanna #Sam’s Song Challenge.
Lone Wolf - @beelicious-barnes​
remember the rain - @skazoo​
the truth may hurt but secrets sure kill
𝐖𝐞'𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭, 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐡𝐨𝐰 - @buckyjmsbarnes​
bucky will go to the end of the world for her, even if it means it’ll will turn his life around.
No more running l  Bring it on - @scandinavianfairytale​
you are trying to run away from the patriarchic life that is entitled to you.
We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together - @imaginesfordifferentfandoms​
‘So he calls me up and he’s like “I still love you”.’
Storytime - @holylulusworld​
Every Wednesday it’s storytime to Bucky.
Somebody To Love - @midnightbabylon​ 
It wasn’t long ago that Bucky Barnes ripped your heart out of your chest with the sentences, ’I can’t have a relationship with everything that’s happening in the world right now. I’m sorry.“ That’s why you were most shocked when you moved back into the Avengers estate and saw Bucky with a really pregnant woman in his arms.
cruel to be kind - @imaginearyparties​
Based on I can't love you in the dark/ It feels like we're oceans apart (Adele).
baby please come home - @leahkenobi​
it’s hard to find christmas joy when your soulmate is all the way across the world.
Since Always - @chouettedubois​
Bucky and you have been friends since high school. Now he’s publishing your first book and you couldn’t be more excited. Until Quentin Beck makes you see Bucky in a different light, shattering your heart in the process.
I guess it's my fault for loving you - @izziejomarbles​
what happens when the one person you love the most hurts you the most?
to me, you’re love - @blanketbarnes​
Things haven’t been the same between you and Bucky for a while. But when you overhear him talking to your daughter about what he loves about you, forgiveness and reconciliation come as easy as the love you have for each other.
Compromises - @kinanabinks 
It’s been a long time since you’ve seen your ex. And what perfect timing, too. This doesn’t make your first date with another man awkward at all.
deja vu - @shangchiswife​
y/n has a hard time moving past her relationship with bucky who has moved on easily.
Friday - @holylulusworld​
You’re no one special to him…
what you’re worth - @starryevermore​
Bucky breaks your heart, but steve is here to pick up the pieces.
𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑡 𝑟𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑒 - @samwlscns​
bucky asks you to pretend to be his girlfriend for the weekend but after what you thought was sweeter than a dream has you facing a harsher reality.
Devilish - @constancelaufeydottir​
Bucky met a woman who bear the name and face of his past lover, and he swore to never let her go again.
ghost of you - @brook-e-lynns​
after a argument, Bucky has been dealing with you ignoring him, letting you to cool off, but the argument isn’t the reason your ignoring him.
Forever Lies - @slut4buckysarm​
Bucky cheats on you and records it.
Damn sociopath - @gwenavibra​
In all honesty,  they definitely had it coming. or in which your husband decides that the best way to save your marriage is to fuck you therapist and rub it in your face.
I hope you’re happy traitor - @gwenavibra​ 
Based on traitor and happier by Olivia Rodrigo.
CRUEL SUMMER - @perpetuelledaydreaming​
Bucky and you, without planning it, fell into bed one night at the start of the summer, after that you fight to keep it a secret and against your own feelings. It’s just fun for the summer, right?
Sleepless Nights - @our-marvel-universe​
all you wish for to be close to the one and only James Buchanan Barnes.
Couldn’t Compare l  pt. 2 - @x-childish-x​
You take care of Bucky and drive him home, only to face a shocking surprise.
POISON OF AN ILLUSION - @turbolisedcomet​
Bucky held you, kissed you, slept beside you and even then, he was never really yours.
shards of a daydream - @starryevermore​
Steve was the one you loved, but prince james was the one you were to marry.
Was, Wasn’t - @shurisneakers​
He was never really yours anyway.
Cry for Me l Bad for Me - @fvckingavengers
goodbye - @lovelybarnes​
bucky realizes exactly how bad his relationship with you has gotten when he overhears your argument with steve over the mission pairing next week.
lost love - @nev3rfound​
bucky reminisces on his days with you, the love of his life he lost.
Make It Go Away - @aesthetical-bucky​
You and Bucky drift apart, but he’s determined to fight for your relationship.
the last goodbye - @insomniumstella​
y/n has to leave Bucky, so as a way of saying goodbye, she writes a letter. btw this can be interpreted in two ways, so let me know how you’d interpret it!
Falling Like the Stars - @buckitybarnes​
When a mission goes wrong, Bucky realizes it may be too late to confess.
Falling l  FINE LINE | SHE - @wlntrsldler​
Bucky has been distant lately. Y/N doesn’t know why.
Illicit Affairs - @kill-the-rockstar​
The pressure of keeping their relationship a secret takes its toll on Bucky and Y/N, and they need to face up to it.
You Tried To Change The Ending  -  @thefallenbibliophilequote​
You love him, but he made it clear he didn’t want anything to do with you. Can a trip to the future give him a new perspective about the present?
For The Lover That I Lost - @milliedazzledust​
You and Bucky used to love each other back in the 40’s, before the war, before you lost him thinking he died. Now here you are, more than seventy years later, at one of Tony’s parties, slow dancing with him. The only catch is that he can’t remember he loves you because he has no memories left of you.
Drift - @writing-essence​
Bucky and the reader’s relationship has dimmed and they doubt their feelings for each other.
The Three Times James “Bucky” Barnes Broke your heart - @sazc94​
The name says it all.
BUT IT’S BETTER IF YOU DO  - @ohbuckie​
Bucky finds out you’re pregnant while deployed in Germany.
Tu khwaab sa mila Kyun khwaab todh doon - @srquinnhexa​
She was an angel before she was turned into the devil. He was hooked. Why was separation too hard. You were nothing. All He See Is RED.
𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙗𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙧 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙨𝙚 - @ambrosiase​
i’m not the only one by sam smith.
Begin again - @bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky​ 
bucky broke up with you six months ago for an unspecified reason, leaving you absolutely heartbroken.
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angrythingstarlight · 10 months ago
Tell Me What You Want
Summary: Your mob boyfriend, is none other than Steve Rogers and he is willing to get you whatever you wanted, all you have to do is ask.  And be careful what you ask for because he’s going to give it to you over and over again.
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𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨: Mafia!Steve x Reader, Mafia!Bucky x Reader
𝘞𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘊𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵 3.5K
𝘞𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: Smut, exhibitionism, voyeurism, hint of breeding kink, public sex, choking, creampie, oral (m receiving), spanking. power kink, violence (not towards reader). Minors DNI
𝘉𝘦𝘵𝘢’𝘥 by the incredibly talented @whisperlullaby​ but 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘰𝘸𝘯
A/N: Requested. 
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Sometimes you get a thought in your head.
And you can’t let it go. 
It simmers there, lurking beneath the surface, a song playing on a loop in the back of your mind. And it won’t stop repeating itself until the urge to act on it consumes. And as you sit on Steve’s lap, watching him talk on the phone, vaguely speaking about some business dealing of his.. You know a few things. 
You have to act on it. 
You want to. 
You need to. 
You will. 
And you may not survive the consequences. 
But when you look over at his large tattooed hand curving around his phone, an image of his hand around your throat flashes behind your eyes and you know you don’t care. In fact, if all goes well, you shouldn’t be walking straight for a week. 
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Your boyfriend is none other than Steven Grant Rogers, head of the Rogers crime family. He took over for the syndicate when he was 16 and has been ruthlessly expanding his empire ever since. He, not only exudes power, he wields it with a firm hand. 
Not that you would know. 
You’ve only seen the softer side of the infamous mobster. His various crimes and nefarious dealings are mere rumors he gently ordered you to ignore. It’s hard to picture him using brute force when he touches you so softly. Always so careful with you. Taking his time with you, his love-making is sensual, slow, and passionate. 
So gentle.
Everything was perfect and you were more than satisfied. 
Until yesterday. 
When you finally saw the other side of your man, the Steve that made grown men flinch when he raised his voice, it awakened a primal need in you. You got a glimpse of the mobster that controls the entire eastern side of the country with his best friend Bucky and you craved more. More of him, like that. Ruthless, violent, and enraged. Masculine. Powerful. Sexy.
 It had been a quiet day at home with Steve, he was about to join you upstairs when he received a call. Giving him a kiss on his bearded cheek, you bounded up the staircase to get ready for the night. 
After a long hot shower, you had dried off and applied your nightly routine. Part of you disappointed he hadn't joined you in the shower, you figured it had to be an important call keeping him away from you. 
You turned off the lights, a soft glow filling the room, murky blues and faded pinks slipping through the spaces in the curtains. You pulled a red silk robe over your body and waited on the luxuriously soft bed. When the soft glow turned to a dusky black, you sat up, curious because he normally would have joined you by now or at least had one of his henchmen tell you he was going to be a while. 
"Steve," you called out. Your voice echoing down the empty hall.  Turning to the open door, you waited but didn’t hear a response.  After a few more minutes of restlessly fidgeting on the bed, you stand up and wander down the stairs. Calling out his name again, more silence. The slow tick of the antique grandfather clock in the living room is all you hear on the lower level. 
Strange. There’s usually at least three guards in the house at all times, yet you’re all alone. 
You pace down another hallway, stumbling to a stop when you hear a strange sound. You hold your breath, waiting to hear it again. Seconds later you hear something, it sounds like a dull thud, then another and another. You follow it until you realize its coming from his office, the thuds followed by low groans. Turning on your heel, you walk to his door, as you're about to knock, when you hear another another grunt. 
And then Steve muttering "-disrespectful piece of shit-"
You take a step back, placing your hand on your chest, listening to more muffled wet grunts between sharp threats. Even through the thick mahogany door, Steve sounds furious and agitated. You've never heard his deep voice thick with rage. This is side of your man, he never lets you see. You know you should walk away but you can’t. 
When he yells again, you can almost feel his deep timbre in your belly, heat unfurling with every muttered curse. You can barely stand it, the way he sounds, nearly feral but still in control. Your stomach tenses at the brief pulsating throb in your pussy when he shouts again. His voice is deep and commanding. He's never sounded sexier.
Needing to see him, you put your hand on the golden doorknob and turn it slowly. Opening it a crack, you peek into the room, clasping your hand over your mouth to stifle your gasp. 
Steve looks magnificent, his dirty blonde locks tousled, his bare tattooed chest splattered with a streak of dried crimson. One black suspender hanging off his broad shoulder,  his tailored navy blue slacks curved around his ass. 
He cards a ringed hand through his hair. "I should be with my girl instead of dealing with this shit," he sighs. Grabbing his glass of bourbon off his desk, he rolls his shoulders back.  Tossing it back, he sets the empty glass back down. 
There’s a heavy silence as he contemplates quietly. You’re practically dripping at this point, when he sneers, his pink lips pulled tight you imagine him bending you over his desk, making you look at him in the mirror while he slams into you. Shaking your head, you listen when he starts speaking again. 
"If you ever come to my home again, I will go to yours and burn it down with you in it,” he warns, He walks over to a chair, you crane your head to follow him, his fist snaps out punching a man across his face with a dull thud. Why do you like that? 
"Understand?" He inquires coldly, shaking the man's head back and forth. It's condensing and you love it. He's so intimidating and in control. Effortlessly turning you on, your thighs clenching so hard they're shaking. 
"Get him out of my sight," he sneers, wiping his hand off on the man's blood-stained shirt.
You step back, closing the door as carefully as you can. Suddenly remembering that he would lose his shit if he knew you saw this.  Before you can flee, the door is opened and you find yourself face to face with Clint. You smile meekly, wincing when he curses, an exasperated fuck me under his breath.
"Boss, your girl is here," 
Steve's places his hand in his pocket, pushing past Clint, he leans on the doorframe, one long leg crossed over the other, "sweetheart" he hums, looking down at you. 
You smile brightly, placing your hands behind your back. "Hi," you chirp, your eyes flickering between his muscular chest and his eyes. 
He runs his large hand down his face with a deep sigh, his chest rising and falling slowly. "Explain yourself." His words slow and deliberate, making sure to keep his tone even, not wanting to scare you. 
You take a step forward placing your hand on his abdomen, he looks down, his blue eyes moving up to your face, his gaze softening when you shrug, "I missed you."
Another deep sigh. He takes your hand, kissing each knuckle, "go back upstairs, I’m going to get cleaned up and you're going to pretend you didn't see or hear anything-” he turns your hand, kissing your palm, before tilting his head down, “understand.” 
It's not a question. You like that, his firm command. Your eyes flit past his shoulder to the man being dragged out of the chair and back to Steve’s calm blue eyes. 
You nod shakily, yelping when he pats your ass, "now."
You practically run up the stairs to your room and flop on the bed, your robe fluttering open as you bounce on the mattress. You spread your legs, the cool air making you aware of how wet your panties are. 
You place your hand on your chest, his voice is in your head, closing your eyes, you see his deep blue eyes dark with rage, the veins in his neck prominent, his chest flushed. Your hand slides down your belly to your pussy.
Steve finds you like that, he heard your soft needy pants before he reached the room. His full pink lips twist up into a smirk as he sheds his clothing. You open your eyes when you feel the bed dip down, he takes your hand, holding it up to stare at your glistening fingers, “couldn’t wait for me, sweetheart,” he chides teasingly. 
He sucks your index finger in his mouth, pulling it out with a soft plop, “god you taste good” he groans, “tell me, sweetheart, you want to finish yourself or would you rather have my tongue?” 
"Tongue, please."
He crawls down your body, twisting your panties in his hand, "all yours sweetheart," he murmurs into your velvety folds.
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All you can think about is the way he looked in his office, granted you don’t want his anger directed at you, but you want his aggression. You want him to manhandle you and take you until you can’t move. 
Over the next few days, you tried to prick his anger, hoping for rough, angry sex. Each attempt met with quiet amusement, he simply patted your ass or kissed the crown of your head. No matter what you did, he gave his signature adoring look and treated you no different than before. .
You can’t be sure but he’s somehow even more gentle with you, his caresses feather-light, last night his strokes moved in and out of you so leisurely, you swore you were being edged. 
So you decided to up the ante. You're going to get fucked one way or the other. 
This morning, you rudely interrupted an international arms deal. Barging in his conference room, demanding his attention, you were confident this would get you what you wanted. 
He stopped mid sentence, his blue eyes darkened, rage blooming beneath the surface. Every man around the large mahogany table was scared for you. 
For a second you were scared for you.
And you liked it.
 But then his eyes cleared and he gave you a wide smile. "Hi, sweetheart, I'm glad you could join us," he said sweetly. 
He patted his knee with his ringed hand and made you sit on his lap. You felt small and foolish when he kissed your lips, asking if everything was okay, what could he do to make you feel better?
How could you say what you really wanted?  Ravish me, spank me until I beg for you to stop, make me choke on your cock till I gag and cry.
Instead, you mumbled out an apology into his shoulder, taking a deep whiff of his Armani cologne. He resumed the meeting, his knowing eyes gazing at your face tucked into his neck. You didn't know it but you almost had him. He carefully shifted you away from his erection, it took all of his willpower to not fuck over the table while making his men watch. 
No, he wants to see how far you'll go. 
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Later that night, he brought you to one of his clubs, a small venue on the east side of town. He mentioned that he had a late meeting with Bucky and didn’t want to be without you for that long.  The private lounge shielded you from the rest of the crowd, you and Steve shared a drink while he listened to you talk about your day. You kept thinking about how he looked at you across the table earlier, like he was going to ruin you and god you want it so bad, you were so sure that was going to work. 
After a while, you excused yourself, needing an excuse to calm yourself down. Between him sitting beside you, legs spread wide with his shirt tight around his chest, ordering people around looking every bit the mob boss you love, you can’t focus. 
You were coming back from the bathroom when two hands grabbed your waist. You spin around at the ‘Hey baby, wanna dance,” drunkenly spewed in your direction. You chuckle dismissively at the man swaying in front of you. 
You’re seconds away from telling the stranger off when you feel a heated gaze on the back of your neck. Glancing over your shoulder, your breath hitches and your stomach plummets.
Steve is glaring down at you from his private lounge. 
Oh, there it is. The spark behind his crystal blues eyes. Similar to early this morning and just like before, you want more. 
Steve knows what you’ve been doing all week, he’s been waiting for you to ask him for what you want.
 He can’t lie, he enjoys making you squirm, the fact that you’re turned on by his aggression is intriguing, he can’t wait to see what else is hiding in your devious mind. 
Your attempts to rile him up have been downright adorable, you have no idea what it takes to enrage him.  
In fact, there is only one thing you can do to upset him and right now you’re dangerously close to doing it. He looks down at you, his hand on the rail. “Don’t.”
He recognizes that mischievous glint in your eyes and his hand tightens around the metal bar. Steve isn’t jealous, no that implies you don’t belong to him. He’s possessive. You belong to him body and soul. It’s only fair considering you hold his heart in the palm of your hand. However, he will fuck that brattiness right out of you.
You bite your bottom lip, giving him a demure look. Then you turn to the redhead with a smile and take his hand, letting him pull you onto the dance floor.
Watching someone else put his hands on you, grinding against your delectable body stirs a deep-seated rage in him. He thought he made it clear to you and the world that no one was supposed to touch you. Only his hands get the pleasure of being on you. 
You wanted aggressive Steve, sweetheart, you’re going to get him. Every last inch, you're going to feel him for days. 
Steve cuts through the crowd, the drunken revelers parting for him until he reaches you. The red-head whisked away before you could blink. “Hey, Ste-,"
He wraps his hand around your throat, the cold metal of his rings pressing into the sides of your neck, he turns you around so your back is against his chest. He squeezes until you gasp, your hands latching onto his wrist, “sweetheart, want to know a secret?” he casually asks.
His other hand traces your collarbone while turning your head to face the crowd ebbing around you. His hand slips under your black dress, rolling your nipple between his rough fingers, “I could bend you over and fuck you right here,” he whispers in your ear. His deep voice caressing your skin. Heat pools in your belly, sinking down to your core, 
“I can fuck you anywhere I want, however, I want and no one could stop me.” 
“Is that what you want?” He hums, “for me to make you scream my name in front of all these people.”
You swallow, whimpering when he kisses your shoulder, his fingers tugging your nipple. “Who do you belong to?," he demands, his lip pulled into a smirk, "Who owns this pussy?"
“You do” you breathe out, pressing your ass into his crotch moaning when his hand tightens around your throat.
He growls in your ear,  "louder." He pinches your nipple before rubbing his rings across your stiff peaks. Jolts of electricity shooting to your cunt, a deep ache forming with each tug and pinch.
“Steve, you do,” you hoarsely shout. Multiple eyes dart in your direction before looking away. No one wants to get caught staring at Steve's girl.
You’re the center of attention but only for him. The sheer power in that makes your knees weak and nearly buckle. 
Steve places his hand between your legs, "I gotcha, sweetheart," he purrs. His long fingers push your soaked thong to the side. "Fucking drenched for me, aren't you?" 
He makes you nod. Forcing your head back while his thumb presses down on your aching bud at the same time his middle finger dips into your core. 
The warmth of his long digit followed by his cool ring makes you squeak. "You're going to cum for me in front of all these people." He's taking you apart in the middle of the crowd and fuck if you don't love it. The domination, his commanding presence is enough to make you cum.
He slides another finger in, twisting his wrist and curling his fingers until you shudder. The pads of his fingers hit your spongy spot over and over until you're crying out, "right there, Steve shit baby, don't stop."
Whenever someone stares a second too long, Steve nods at them and one of his men removes them from the floor. 
You're in a daze of bliss so overwhelming you don't even notice. He's knuckle deep in your pussy, tracing his name over clit, tightening the knot forming in your belly. "Fuck, Steve," you moan. 
He hums, "that's it, your cum over all my fingers,  give it to me right fucking now." He presses down hard making you scream, the thin shrill sound cutting across the room, your hands digging into his wrists as you rock your hips back and forth. Pleasure spiraling higher and higher until you break. 
You're still in the midst of your high when he tosses you over his shoulder. His large hand smacks you with every languid step to his private lounge. "If you ever let anyone touch you again,  I'm putting you over the bar and spanking in front of the world." 
By the time he reaches his booth your ass is burning. You're on edge again. 
He throws you on the smooth leather seat, he steps in front of you, holding his hands on his hips. “Get me nice and wet," he orders. You shiver at the dark lust in his blue eyes.
"Yes, sir," your breathy compliance makes his cock twitch. 
You unsnap his trousers one button at a time, your mouth watering in anticipation.  When you reach into his boxers, he places your hands on his waist ordering you to not move.
He takes his cock out pumping his shaft slowly, he paints your lips with his precum. "Mmm, so beautiful," he murmurs, your eyes shine at the praise, "you're about to look even better," he says, thrusting into your open mouth.
Normally he eases into fucking your throat, gently working you up until you can take his thick cock all the down. But you wanted to be a brat so you get fucked like one. 
He's warm and heavy on your tongue. His rough thrusts into your wet mouth make you gag with every slide down your throat. "Fuck, sweetheart, you’re so pretty wrapped around my cock," he grunts. "I'm going to keep you full all night, 'M going to ruin that little pussy next." 
Taking your head, he fucks you even faster, the vulgar gagging even louder, tears running down your face. "This is what you wanted huh, sweetheart," he taunts wiping your face off, "you're going to remember who's in charge-"
Bucky strolls in with an amused grin "Steve," 
"Hey, Buck," he groans, "God damn" he spits out when you hollow your cheeks. 
Bucky waves at you before settling on the chair across from you, his long legs spread, taking a small sip of his whiskey. 
"So, you need me to come back, in what 30 seconds," he laughs.
Steve shoots him a glare, "fuck off, you got the Intel on Luciano?" 
Bucky pulls a file out of his inner pocket, shrugging off his black suit jacket. "Yeah, yeah," he mutters, "Hey doll, looking good" he winks at you. He rolls up his sleeves, revealing his tattooed forearms. 
Steve gazes lovingly down at you, "she's beautiful," he pulls his cock out of your mouth, grinning at your whine, "but she's been naughty tonight," 
Bucky leans forward, placing his elbow in his knee, "I heard," he chuckles as Steve bends you over the table, your hands planted firmly on the glass. He reaches out, grabbing your chin in his warm hand, "you know what happens to bad girls, don't you doll?" He teases, wiping your smeared lipstick off your mouth. 
You shake your head no. You keep your eyes on Bucky's slate blues, whimpering when you feel your legs kicked apart. "You're about to learn," he promises. 
The sudden thrust pushes you forward, your nose pressing into Bucky's. Another deep rough thrust makes you mewl. Incredible, intense bursts of pleasure punching through you, soft keens of don't stop fall from your open mouth. 
Each deep stroke harder, faster than the last until he's fucking you senseless. Loud, salacious sounds of skin slapping echo through the thin curtain separating you from the rest of the club. 
Your hot wet walls flutter around Steve's cock, taking each hard inch into your core. "Oh fuck," you gasp into Bucky's mouth. 
Steve groans above you, his hand slapping your ass. The sting makes you clamp down on his length, "so tight, made just for me," he says, watching your cunt take his cock.
Bucky pulls your bottom lip down, "I don't know about that Stevie, bet that pussy would fit around my cock just right, bet I could make you gush over all me, doll" he smirks. 
Steve laughs when you clench down at Bucky's words, "you want that sweetheart, you ask nicely and you can have him too," 
"I do, Steve I-I, fuck," you sob out when his strokes go even deeper. 
"He's all yours, now tell Bucky, how you feel," he demands, his hands gripping your hips, pulling you into his thrusts. 
"Good, so good" you cry out. 
"Mmm, I don't know punk, not sure if I believe her," Bucky says, faux concern in tone as he playfully furrows his brows. 
Oh, fuck, please- your thoughts cut off when Steve puts his foot on the table, opening you up even more, his hips snapping into you, thrusts nearly making you collapse, your quivering body is only held up by his hands on your waist and Bucky's grip on your chin. 
"How do you feel now?"
"Oh fuck, I-god" you scream, your eyes rolling back. "Please, please, I can't take it," you sob trying to pull away from his relentless pace.
"Now that's better, you can take it doll, you're doing so good, taking his cock, doll," he praises, wiping off your face gently, "told Steve you could handle him,"
You shake your head. Begging with your eyes, unable to speak as the sensations overtake you. It's so good, too good.  You've never felt like this, you're not going to survive.
Bucky watches your face contort in pleasure, "Oh, doll he's still taking it easy on you," his eyes flicker over your shoulder. "I guess I'll have to teach you what happens when you disobey Steve," he says. 
You clench down at that sinful promise, another incredible wave of pleasure spiraling through you, "goddamn,- I think she wants that" Steve snickers, wiping his forehead off with the back of his hand. 
“Of course she does, look at me", he boasts, placing a gentle kiss on your lips. The tenderness from Bucky is a stark contrast from the rough pounding from Steve and it's enough to push you closer to the edge. "Oh, she's close Steve." 
"She’s gripping me so tight, fuck I can barely move," Steve groans appreciatively, "choke her for me, Bucky"
Your eyes widen when Bucky slides his hand down to your throat, "you want me to doll?" His eyes search yours, waiting until you nod before squeezing so hard you feel lightheaded. Steve winds his hand around to your clit and rubs your tender bud viscously, his thumb pressing small intricate circles that unravel the expanding coil.
Stars bloom behind your eyes, a dull roar in your ears as your orgasm sweeps through every nerve and fiber of your being. All you can feel is them on you, in you, sensations crashing into each other, higher and higher twisting through you.  
Nothing exists outside what they're giving you. And it's all you want, unable to take more but needing it. 
"Cum for me again sweetheart, give me one more," Steve rasps, pushing your back down, making your arch deepen. Your body tensing on command. The second orgasm unfurls before the first ends, you can only gasp Steve's name. He fucks you through another weaker climax until you go limp. 
Bucky supports you, peppering your face with kisses while Steve fills you with thick hot spurts of cum, filling you until it leaks around him. Steve pulls out watching his cum seep out of your cunt, he’s going to keep you like this, full of him until you’re nice and round. He can’t believe he held back thinking you couldn’t handle him, he underestimated you. Never again. 
. "I love you, sweetheart,"  he says, pride and love laced in his voice, warming you even more. 
"Love you, too," you mumble, giving him a lazily smile. 
Both men insist you don’t do anything else, not letting you get up, showering you with praises and handling you with such care you almost cry. They lay you in the booth, cleaning you up while you bask in the small aftershocks of your orgasms. Steve makes you take a sip of water before you start to drift off to sleep. 
You hear papers rustling, "Buck, they think they can steal from me," he coldly laughs, "I want his head. Actually, bring him to me, I'll take care of him myself." 
"Can I watch?"
He exchanges a glance with an amused Bucky, "hell yeah sweetheart, you can do whatever you want."
Your smile drops when he tilts your head to face him, "but let another man besides this idiot touch you and I'll rail you so hard you won't be able to walk again." 
Bucky taps your ass, “I was going to do that anyway, trust me doll, I’m not nearly as gentle as Stevie here.” 
“Fuck you, Buc-” 
“Look, all I’m saying is she can still talk, when I’m done she’s going to--,” Bucky mimics raspy gasping. 
You look over to see the dark hair mobster biting his bottom lip, his deep blue eyes studying you, “Doll, I’ve waited a long time for you and I’m going to make sure you always remember me.” 
When he winks and Steve glares at the both of you, you know you’re in trouble but there are worse ways to go. 
Part 2 of this universe
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writing-for-marvel · 3 months ago
If This Is The Last Time
Bucky Barnes x Fem!Avenger!Reader
Summary: Bucky finds you bleeding out and he fears it will be his last opportunity to tell you how much he cares.
Warnings: knife wounds, blood, angst, canon level violence, swearing, hospitals
Word count: 1.3k
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Bucky heard a scream, your scream. As he quickly rounded the corner you came into view, writhing in pain on the ground and all he could see was red. The deep red blood spilling out of the wound in your stomach, pooling at your side and the blind hot red rage distorting his perception as his fist connected with your attacker's jaw.
“I’m going to fucking kill you!” He yelled, the components of his metal prosthetic clicking into place as his left hand wrapped tightly around the man's throat, choking the life out of him.
“Bucky…” Your voice snapped him out of his vengeful fury and in an instant, he was by your side, applying pressure to your wound, leaving the man slumped on the ground in a fit of coughing. Sam apprehending him before he was able to make an escape.
“Stay with me alright, the medics will be here soon.” Bucky was strong, but the force he was applying wasn’t enough to stop the gushing blood - the wound was too deep.
“Buck if I don’t make it…” Your voice trembled, only loud enough for Bucky to hear. His stomach clenched - you dying in his arms wasn’t an option. The two of you had been through too much together for your story to be cut short by a Flag Smasher with a knife, he cared about you too deeply to watch you die in front him, your blood staining his hands. That would be the heartbreak he knew he wouldn't ever recover from.
“You’re gonna make it, doll. You aren’t dying on me that easy.” He choked out a forced laugh but could feel tears burning the backs of his eyes. Of all the moments in his life he could have told you how he felt, of every chance he had to detail just how much he loved you, this was the most inopportune, but it might be the last one he got.
“If I only get one pair of eyes to stare into when I go, I'm glad their yours.” Your words broke the dam walls and now tears were racing streams down Bucky's cheeks.
“Don't you dare give up on me Y/N, you're going to survive this.” He reassured. How could he possibly find the right words now, when his vision was compromised by the tears and his heart was beating so forcefully it felt as though it was breaking his rib cage?
“Don’t cry Buck. I’ll get to see Nat again.” You said, placing your hands on top of his comfortingly.
“Don’t say that! I need more time with you! Do you hear me? I need you. God, there’s so much I should have said, that I shouldn’t have waited until now to say, but you can’t die because I need you, Y/N.” He could hear the sound of faint sirens approaching, but he couldn’t tell how far away they were. Just a little bit longer, just hold on a little bit longer.
“I always needed you too Buck.” He wasn’t sure if the words you said were in a romantic or platonic context, but all he could focus on was the past tense you used, as if you were content with dying right here.
“Hold on for me, okay? They’re almost here. I can’t lose you.” Bucky glanced over at Sam, who gave a slight shake of his head, looking absolutely defeated. “You’re not allowed to die on me, you hear? This is not the end.” It can’t be.
The sirens and flashing lights got more prominent as the ambulance came into view. Relief spread through his chest until he looked down at you, your eyes fluttering shut.
"No, doll, keep your eyes open. Please, Y/N." You didn't move, didn't flinch as he pressed down harder on your open wound. Medics took over compression, putting you on a gurney which they slotted into the back of the ambulance.
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“Are you the men who came in with Y/N Y/L/N?” A nurse asked Bucky and Sam after they had been waiting patiently in the hospital's emergency department.
“Yes, that’s us.” Sam said anxiously as they both rose to their feet. Bucky's feet were almost numb, his shirt still soaked with your blood, still had your dried blood under his fingernails.
The nurse informed them of your condition post-surgery, all stable but still under the effects of anaesthesia. Bucky’s body flooded with relief at the news - you were still alive, the one person he needed in the world was still with him.
“Can we see her?” Bucky asked impatiently, raking his flesh hand through his hair.
“Sorry sir, family members only. You can come back in the morning during visiting hours.” The nurse smiled sadly, although Bucky contemplated it probably wasn’t the worst news she had to divulge that night.
“Please ma’am, just five minutes - she doesn’t have any family.” Sam begged, looking ready to pick an argument if he was told no.
“Oh, well, if you’re her fiancé, then I can make an exception.” She said slightly louder than what would be considered normal so her colleagues by the nurses station could hear, shooting them a wink. “Room 108.”
Bucky gently opened the door to find you sleeping in the hospital bed, steady beeps resounding throughout the room in correspondence with your heartbeat. He could see your chest slowly rise and fall with each breath, which was the most comforting sight. Even after all the wars and fighting he had been involved in over the span of his very long life, nothing came even remotely close to the pain of almost losing you.
He sat in the chair beside your bed and took your hand in his flesh one, wanting to feel the warmness of your touch, another reassurance that you were alive. He wasn't sure how long he sat there, rubbing circles on the back of your hand with his thumb, but eventually you stirred awake.
“I told you you weren't dying on me that easy.” He smiled, standing up from the visitors seat and perching himself on the edge of the bed, where he had a better view of your gorgeous eyes.
“Yeah, but I did try my best, didn’t I?” You laughed, to only end up coughing and clutching at the wound in your abdomen.
“You remember what happened?” Bucky asked curiously, eager to know if his words had evaporated into the atmosphere, as if they had never been said in the first place.
“Most of it... Something about you being needy, or was that needing someone?” You teased, fiddling with Bucky's hand which was still protectively holding yours.
“You jest, but you said you needed me too, or don't you remember that part?” He raised his brows as he scooted closer to you, heart beating almost as quickly as earlier in the day when he found you bleeding out in the alleyway.
“It's slowly coming back to me.” You smirked as your eyes flitted towards Bucky's lips.
“Can I kiss you?” He asked, his metal hand cupping your cheek. You leant into his touch, not flinching at the cool vibranium caressing your skin, which had the potential to inflict unspeakable damage.
“I'd be a little mad if you didn't.” You smiled and Bucky's heart fluttered. You smiling up at him had to be the most beautiful sight he ever beheld. He did as you suggested and kissed you, lips parting, tongues dancing. Bucky had been waiting for this moment since he met you, and now that he was living it, he forgot everyone in the world existed except you.
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lanadelreyscokewhor3 · a month ago
Pairing: Lumberjack!Buckyx Female!Reader
Word Count: 1.9k
Summary: You’re Buckys favourite thing to come home to after a long day at work.
Warnings:  swearing, pet names, SMUT, size kink, daddy kink, fingering, praise kink, butt plug, choking, aftercare FILTH
Note**  based off the song knee socks by arctic monkeys! also Buck is 6′5 and solid muscle lol enjoy:))) 
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The timer went off, the beeping noise echoing throughout the kitchen as you scurried over to open the oven. Flour was scattered all across the kitchen counter, mixing bowls and spoons pilled in the sink. You had got the urge to make chocolate chip cookies, hoping to surprise Bucky before he came back from work with his favorite dessert.
 You always tried to give him little gifts every now and then, spoil him as he did to you.  As the sky turned from a dusty shade of pink to a dark shade of blue, the sun setting for the day and the moon arising to take its shift, you hummed along to Arctic Monkeys and combined ingredients. After the dough had sat, you had placed in it the oven, praying Bucky wouldn't be home until they were ready. 
Now here you were, taking the perfectly golden brown desserts out of the oven, just as the door slammed shut. Perfect timing indeed! You hummed in content, knowing your boyfriend was finally home after a long day at work. 
Bucky worked himself to death. You had constantly told him he worked too hard, he was always finding something to do or fix. 
It's to make your life better kitten he would always say, going back to whatever project he was working on for the house after he’d come home from logging wood all day. Hell, he had even built the cozy little cottage the two of you lived in now from scratch.
 It puzzled your mind if you thought about it too hard, wondering why exactly he did all of this for YOU. The least you could do was give him little gifts now and then, and make him happy by obeying him when he told or asked  you something. You couldn't make a whole cottage from scratch, but you sure as hell could make really really good cookies.
 A coat was placed on the rack, and you heard him take off his boats, placing them by the door that you had painted a dusty shade of red when he first built it. Footsteps echoed across the chestnut floor as you plated the cookies, setting the plate on the counter.
 Bucky's tall, bulky frame stepped into the kitchen,  rolling up his flannel sleeves. You giggled in content, happy to see your boy as you ran into his arms. He laughed as he picked you up in his strong arms, twirling you around in circles. Your laughter filled the room as he set you down, his sparkling baby blues looking down to meet yours.
 “Guess what!” you whispered, edging him on. '` What?!” his eyes widened in fake surprise, mocking you. 
“ I baked you cookies.” You grabbed his hand in yours leading him over to the counter. “ Oh kitten you shouldn’t have.” he chuckled, grabbing one and popping it in his mouth. He closed his eyes and moaned as he chewed and you giggled. “ It tastes so good.” he grumbled, mouth full of cookie.
 You smiled, wrapping your arms around him like a koala. He grabbed your thighs and lifted you up, setting you on the kitchen island, running his fingers through your hair. 
“ I missed you so much daddy.” you giggled, reaching up to play with his dog tags that gleamed on his broad chest. “ Mmm missed me huh?” he leaned down, nipping and sucking along your neck as you tilted it back, giving him better access.  A hushed whimper escaped your throat, the sensations making wetness seep down between your thighs. 
It didn't go unnoticed by Bucky.
 Nothing ever got past him. 
“ Missed me so much you decided to wear my flannel and those pretty lil knee socks hmm?” he whispered in your ear, tugging on it as you mewled. “Y-yes daddy.” you reached up, running your fingers through his dark, long black locks that tickled your neck. Your breaths were coming in pants as he placed his hands on your thighs, slowly edging them open. 
He hummed in contempt as he saw your slick smeared across your inner thighs from clenching them so tightly together. “Ne-need-” you couldn't even form a coherent sentence as he began to trace his knuckles across your inner thighs back and forth, edging you from the spot you desperately needed his touch the most. 
“ Need what kitten? You gotta tell daddy what you want or else daddy can't make you feel good. Use your big girl words.” he cooed, and you nearly cried as he came so close to your center, then stroked his knuckles away yet again. 
“ Need you to play with me down- down there!” you moaned as he parted your legs even farther apart. 
“ Awh baby you want daddy to play with your lil button?” he mocked, running a finger up your slit and you arched your back, clinging onto him like a vice. “ So swollen and pretty baby. So needy for me.” he tsked, slipping his finger into your entrance and began to rub your sensitive nub with the pad of his thumb. 
A cheshire cat-like grin appeared on his face as your breaths came in shallow gasps and began to claw at his shoulders, clinging onto him for dear life.
 “ Shhhh I know I know honey.” he whispered sweetly, finger pumping into you, the wet sounds emitting from you turning you on even more. “ Daddy has to stretch out your little hole first before I can stuff you honey. You're doing so good for me.” he cooed, rubbing your clit faster in circles and you keened.
 “ Daddy please I need to cum!” you gasped, tugging his hair gently and he growled. His fingers pumped into you quicker and your thighs began to shake. “ Cum for daddy pretty.” he whispered and you gushed all over his fingers. He removed his finger gently, your juices coating it. 
He licked it clean, as you came down from your high, chanting his name, thighs shaking as you gripped onto him. “Mgmh Daddy it still tingles.” you croaked, voice hoarse from screaming his name.
 “ I know kitten. Daddys gonna make it feel all better pretty girl don't you worry.” he sang, unbuckling his jeans and freeing his throbbing cock. Your mouth watered at the sight as he began to stroke himself gently, pushing you back so you laid against the kitchen island on your back.
 Bucky began unbuttoning your flannel, and you shivered with anticipation against the cool marble counter top. “Such a naughty little kitty not wearing any panties and no bra.” he tsked, his large hands cupping your breasts, flicking each nipple. Goosebumps formed on your skin, and you arched your back into his touch as he leaned down to suck and nibble on each breast, leaving bite marks that would last for days.
 “ Wanted to be ready for you daddy, wanted to be your good little girl and be your little hole-” you were cut off with a growl and a thrust into you. A cry left your throat as he bottomed out into you slowly. You clawed at his back, looking up at him innocently. 
“ You're my little hole baby? Wanna be my little sex toy, my fuck hole yeah? Something I can abuse till you cry?” he asked, and you moaned at his words.
 “ Yes daddy. Please just want you to use me it tingles I need-” He pulled out slightly and snapped back into you and you screamed as he began to thrust into you, hard and fast.
 “ Then that's what you'll get, baby. God you're so tight and warm.” he growled, his hand wrapping around your throat.
 Your moans filled the room as he pounded into you with no mercy, the sound of skin slapping skin consuming your ears. Tears began to fall across your cheeks and he chuckled, his eyes filled with pure lust staring down at you. “ You’re so pretty when you cry kitty.” You wailed as he tightened his grip around your neck slightly. The pleasure was making you dizzy. It was beginning to get too much. Your eyes focused on his dog tags, snapping against his chest with each thrust. You reached your head up, tugging on them with your teeth and he moaned at the sight. 
“ You gonna cum baby?” he taunted and you nodded frantically, choked moans muffled from the metal in your mouth.
 “ Go on, pretty girl.”
 You snapped. White hot pleasure washed over you, your eyes rolling back. Your whole body began to shake from pleasure, stars filling your vision. Your juices coated his dick, spraying up and hitting his chest and he growled. 
“ Yeah that's it dolly milk my cock. Goin cum with ya.”
 He thrusts began to get sloppy, hips stuttering as his seed filled you up. Pants sounded the room as the two of you came down from your highs, your thighs still shaking uncontrollably. Your ears were ringing as he let go of your throat, stroking your tear stained cheeks gently as he pulled out slowly. Cum spilled down your thighs and onto the counter as Bucky fixed himself and buttoned his jeans back up, grabbing a towel from the closet to clean you up with.
 “ You with me my kitty?” he whispered, gently wiping the towel across your slit and you gasped, the sensation making you feel fuzzy. 
“ I know I know she’s sensitive baby I’m sorry I gotta clean her up.” he murmured, stroking your cunt softly. You mewled, and he set the towel to the side. “ Your pussy is so pretty baby. So so pretty and tight for me.”
 You reached your arms up towards him, like a kid begging for their mom to pick them up. He chuckled, picking you up gently, setting you in his lap as he sat on the couch. “ Was I good for you daddy?” you whispered as he stroked your hair softly.
 “ Such a good girl for me baby. I’m so proud of you.”
 You giggled as he kissed the top of your head, and you snuggled into his chest, embracing his warmth. His arms caged you in, protecting you from the world. “ Baby?”
 “Hmm?” you mumbled, sleep threatening to wash over you. 
“ I got you something today.” 
Your eyes widened and you sat up suddenly. Bucky smiled as he lifted you off him and onto the couch, standing up. He disappeared to the front hall, reaching into his work bag. He trotted back over to the couch, and your eyes widened. 
A plug. A little jewel adorned at the end of it, and it shimmered in the pale light.
 You met Bucky's loving gaze, and a smile broke out across his face as he patted his knee. You scrambled up, draping yourself across his lap with your ass in the air. You closed your eyes in anticipation as he began to rub and kneed your cheeks slowly, spreading them gently.
 “ Daddy is gonna put this in your little hole as a reward, okay princess? You’ve been so good for me.” 
You hummed softly, the sound of lube being applied to the toy. A gasp escaped your throat as his thumb circled your hole, then placed the toy in carefully. You moaned as it slid in, filling you up. “ So pretty.” he murmured, slapping your ass and you jolted at the feeling. You shook your ass teasingly, a deep chuckling leaving Bucky's lips. He stroked your cheeks, the occasional smack making you whimper.
 “ Don’t worry baby. Daddys gonna fill you up real soon.”
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sebystann · 2 months ago
Reverie Series
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Description: Being with Bucky had always been so easy. There was no commitment involved. But Bucky wanted more. So when he ends things between the two of you for his girlfriend it really hurts you. But a the end of the day you knew he was doing what he thought was right for him. No hard feelings right? Fast forward a whole two years later the two of you run into each other at a friend's baby shower. Old sparks start flying and feelings you thought you buried long ago start to resurface. Too bad he sucks at communication and always leaves you on read. All I'm saying is these next six years are going to be an interesting emotional roller coaster.
Pairing: AU!Bucky Barnes x Reader
Warnings: All chapters will have their own warnings! So please make sure to acknowledge them before reading.
Note: SLOWLY UPDATING!! This will be updated slowly. I want this piece to be really thought out and good. I want to have my readers enjoy every part of this book.
Current Word Count: 4.1k (Last Updated On 12/06/2021 @ 14:35 pm)
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❀ Damn Permanent Reverie
Summary: Bucky wants to take his relationship with his girlfriend to the next level. And that means ending his three-year-long no-strings-attached relationship with you. Which sucks for you because you might just fucking love him.
❀ Him
Summary: The first time you see Bucky was two years after you last saw each other. It was a moment of vulnerability for both of you.
❀ Loss
Summary: Not even six months later you run into Bucky at the local hospital. But things aren't what they seem and life isn't always meant to be full of happy moments.
❀ Worth Coming Soon
Summary: It's been a year since the hospital events. Bucky is shocked to see you outside his apartment door with tears staining your cheeks and a handprint wrapped around your neck.
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Last updated on 12/06/2021 @ 14:25 pm
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navybrat817 · 9 months ago
Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader Summary: Bucky comes home to you. Word Count: Over 1.3k Warnings: Explicit sexual content, unprotected sex, porn with feels, Nix’s edit (Nix is a muse and warning) A/N: Posting for Sinday! Inspired by this beautiful @nix-akimbo​ edit. Thank you for letting me use this! This is not beta read, so any and all mistakes are my own.
18+ Please!!! Please comment, like and reblog if you desire. Enjoy, lovelies!
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You asked Bucky Barnes for two things. The first was to never break your heart. The second was to never lie to you. So when he had to go on the run, he was honest. He had to go without you and didn't know how long he'd be gone for. And though he wanted you to wait for him, he didn't expect you to. 
"Trying to force me to break your heart means breaking my heart. You're worth the wait. So keep your word and come back to me."
Your faith in him kept you going as the days went by. Those quickly faded to weeks. You occupied your time with small things, like visiting your favorite coffee shop. It felt strange without Bucky sitting across from you, but you easily pictured that soft smile reserved for you as he sipped his favorite drink.
Each night, you fluffed the pillow on the floor in the living room and spread out the blanket like he was still there. He swore he slept better with you in his arms, but he had that spot as a backup when the nightmares were too much. You even jotted down notes of things to talk with him about when he returned. You didn't want him to miss a thing. 
"Love you, Bucky," you whispered every evening before you went to sleep, hoping wherever he was that he'd feel your love for him. You swore he whispered it back.
It felt like months later when you woke up, stretching a little. It felt too early. Why were you awake? 
"Hey, doll."
"Bucky?" you croaked, snapping out of your sleepy state as your eyes flew open. You swore you were dreaming when you saw him standing by the bed, but you couldn't have dreamt the longer, different hair and beard. The look was too distinct to not be real. "You're back."
"I'm back," he whispered, the mattress dipping as he sat down.
“You’re back? You’re safe?” you asked as you sat up.
“I’m back and I’m safe,” he assured you. “I can’t lie to you.”
You captured his lips in a searing kiss, the other questions you had pushed to the back of your mind as you deepened it. Your body shuddered as he pulled you against him, fitting there like a missing puzzle piece. He kissed you back like a starved man and you couldn’t help but moan. 
“Missed you,” you breathed heavily when he pulled his mouth away.
“I missed you more,” he swore, pulling the blanket back with a smirk. “That’s my shirt.”
“It’s mine now,” you told him, burying your face in his neck and hearing him inhale sharply at the feel of your lips. You needed to feel him close to you.
“I think I want it back.”
“So take it back,” you urged, tilting your head back to gaze at him.
His fingertips brushed your sides through the worn shirt, gripping and tugging it over your head. “Fuck…” he exhaled when he saw that you were completely naked. You made it a habit not to wear underwear in bed once you two got together. “You were waiting for me.”
“And worth the wait, remember?” 
His heated gaze swept over you before he began to take his clothes off. Your eyes raked over him in return, not just in appreciation. You were looking for new bruises and scars. You memorized each of them. While you couldn’t take away the pain inflicted on him, you could make him feel something else for a short time. 
“Need you,” you said softly, reaching out to run your hand down his abs. You moved lower, lightly grazing your fingertips over your prize. He twitched under your touch and you throbbed in anticipation. "What do you need?"
Your free hand slid into his hair when he went in for another kiss. Everything else faded away as he gently moved his tongue with yours. Kisses like that told you that you were his and he was yours. They said that you had love for each other. And it was a "thank you" for giving him the choice to decide.
"I always need you," he groaned when your nipples brushed against his warm chest, moving to rest you back on the bed. 
He shifted above you, gazing at you like you were his world. Tears filled your eyes before you could stop them. His body was used to carry out evil deeds, but the heart of the man never faded. You would never break his. 
"I'm here," he whispered, kissing a tear away that fell. 
You spread your legs, trembling as he moved a hand between them. His fingers stretching you open always felt better than your own. And he read you so well. He knew when to be careful and when to just take. 
Seconds or minutes could have passed as he worked you over, arousal pooling in your stomach. You keened at the growing sensations, another spike of heat flowing through you as he quickly replaced his fingers with his cock. He pushed in, both of you moaning as he slid home completely. 
"Every single time," he groaned as he let you adjust. "Always so fucking good for me."
You wiggled your hips when he moved, setting a leisurely pace. "Bucky."
"Slow, doll. We have all the time in the world. Just let me take care of you. I'll make your gorgeous pussy ache for me.'
You clenched as you raised your hips, moaning as tenderly moved in and out of you. The pleasure was indescribable as he dragged his cock along your slick walls. His hands moved to your waist, making your own reach up to grip his back. You don't want space between you after so much time apart. 
“More,” you begged, your voice breathy as you lifted your hips another fraction. 
"I've got you. I know what you need," he promised, angling his thrusts to make you cry out. "Fuck, that's beautiful. You're beautiful."
Underneath him with his cock stretching and filling you, beautiful was how you felt. More than that, you felt cherished. He trusted you enough to show you all of him. And he would always be safe in your hands. 
"Bucky, please," you whined as his hand suddenly gripped your chin, watching as his face narrowed in a mix of concentration and ecstasy. 
"Keep looking at me. I need to see you."
Who were you to deny Bucky Barnes anything? You saw the world in his eyes and yours reflected the same. "You have me. All of me."
Your promise spurred him on, whining as your greedy body desperately sucked him back in. He took you in long, deep strokes, making the fire burn within you. He loved watching you fall apart for him and you always pulled him over that edge with you. Together. Always together.
"Need to feel you come. Need it. Give it to me."
The slight growl to his voice made you clamp down, your vision whiting out for a moment as you came. You cried his name as your body jerked, his hand not releasing your chin as he rode it out. He could take every drop of pleasure from and still manage to find more. 
"Fuck, doll. Squeezing my cock like you own it," he said gruffly, chasing his release. You felt his release after a few more thrusts, sighing happily as he truly filled you. 
"Thought I did," you smiled blissfully as you both caught your breath. 
"We own each other," he corrected, making your heart do a funny flip. 
“I love you so much," you whispered.
He leaned down to brush his lips against yours, feeling his heart race against your chest. “Love you, too, doll."
"I have to say. I like the new look."
"Like?" he repeated, releasing your chin to hold you close. You gasped at the feel of him still inside you.
"Love," you admitted.
"Maybe I'll keep it then," he smirked. 
"And you're really okay?"
He smiled that soft smile for you before he kissed your forehead. “I'm okay. I’m home.”
He would later tell you that his home was where you were. And it always would be. 
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clints-lucky-arrow · 3 months ago
the joining. || demon!bucky barnes x witch!reader.
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It is prophesized that the Godkiller will be born from the union of demon and witch. A carnal celebration that first takes place during The Joining - which serves as both ritual and indoctrination. It looms upon Samhain, every thirteen years, and now... 
It is finally your time.
Monsterfucking. Rituals & Witchcraft. Dark Soulmates.
Loosely inspired by ‘The VVitch (2015).’
WARNINGS: Mates/Soulmates. Explicit Sexual Content. Blood. Witchcraft. Blasphemy. Prophecy. Monsterfucking. Breeding Kink. Fucking with Intention of Pregnancy. Literally - they want to birth the Anti-Christ. Semi-Public Sex. Voyeurism Elements. Nipple Play. Vaginal Sex. Mentions of Blood. Not Beta Read. My Irish Catholic Grandmother would faint if she knew I'd written this.
Main Masterlist || Taglist 
This story is part of my Halloween collection - From Samhain, With Love.
Word Count: 2.8k
Likes, comments, and/or reblogs are highly encouraged and much appreciated!
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Demons were once fallen angels, so it is only right that they are beautiful.
He's the most handsome one that you've seen so far. Thick, dark hair. Red-ringed eyes. Pointed fangs that slide just below the plump pink of his upper lip, and rest - glinting - against the lower swell. And he's naked, with raven wings slightly spread just behind his back. You know that once they would have been feathered. Those had burned away in the Fall, and all that remains is black scales.
Still, it only adds to the rest of him - highlighting the chiseled set of his jaw, and the smattering of stubble across his cheek. Heat rises, warming your face as you look at him. The wind stirs the thin white robe that you wear, lacy hem fluttering just above your knees. Around you, the other initiates laugh, sensing your shyness as their own endorphins run high.
They encircle the ringed pentagram. Bowls of blood lay on the ground before them, and bones are scattered around the edges of the white chalk. Four other initiates - one for each peak, but you at the summit. The ritual dictates five girls, after all. One for each element. A sacred number to add to the ranks, because that is all that can be indoctrinated every thirteen years.
Just five, to join the ranks of the other, older witches that watch from the forest's edge, holding aloft burning torches that light the scene.
You're it. The final, fifth element. They call it 'spirit.' It's a seal - a powerful one. And so, it calls forth a demon stronger than the ones who have come for the other girls. This one, the Prince of Hell, will be your indoctrination.
And so much more.
Cold air pricks your skin and nerves flutter in the pit of your stomach. Still, those eyes draw you in. Deep. Molten. Burning as bright as hellfire. Heart thrumming in your chest, your foot lifts - hanging momentarily in the air - and then you step over the ring circling the pentagram.
The temperature of the air rises almost instantly. Locked within the summoning circle, the world outside does not interfere. It's just a limbo - a strange coil between this place and the other. One that you are lost within the moment that he steps forward, oiled muscles rippling as his arm lifts, and a finger tinged in shadow strokes down your cheek.
His skin is only lightly tanned. It's the colour of softly sun-kissed sand, but his hands look as if they were plunged into ink. The darkness travels up his veins, twisting into runes and symbols on the otherwise blank canvas of his flesh. When your gaze trickles over the markings in just the right way, they appear to simmer like brands - outlined in a glow of red and orange.
The tip of his claw pushes into the space underneath your chin, and he tilts your head up, forcing your eyes to meet his. A smile curves his lips then, but it's more a smirk. Rippling shades of onyx flutter around him as those wings move, curving forward to circle your body and pull you in closer. You stumble, - almost falling - but your hands catch on the firm planes of his chest.
He is burning underneath your touch.
It only bolsters the growing tightness in your throat. One that flares and pulses when he shifts further inwards, arms sliding around your back. Hells. The delicious scent of smouldering fire and musk fills your lungs, sending a tingle through your body and straight down to your core. You find the tip of your nose sliding up the centre of your chest, fighting the urge to lick him, before burying yourself in the pit of his throat. Inhaling.
A low growl slips from the back of his throat. Somehow, you know that it's not angry. It's aching. Yearning just as much as you, because a demon always has a witch. Soulmates across the planes of reality, and joining with him is what allows you to access your true power. One that - combined with his - may result in the Child of Prophecy.
Then, the world tilts. Your mate lifts you with ease - superhuman strength making it near effortless - and spins. Those wings flare, steadying him, and then you are straddling his lap, knees pressing into the rough ceremonial blanket underneath.
No other comforts are allowed. This must be down the Old Way, with naught but the cover of stars and your coven to bear witness.
Yet, all of that seems to wash away as you as he arches up. Firm pecs brush the thin fabric of your robe, and then those full lips whisper against yours. You can feel his nakedness. How his swollen cock presses into the pit of your stomach, throbbing in steady pulses against your flesh. Precum leaks from the tip, dampening the cloth of your white nightdress until it is almost translucent. Behind his back, those wings rustle, before shifting forward to cage your body.
Something about the action has you pause - drawing back as your brow arches. His hands are on your hips. Strong and warm, and keeping you against him even as your head turns away, remembering the crowd. A growl spills from his lips. There are fingers on your chin at the next moment - long and lean - and they yank it back towards him. Something burns in that red-ringed gaze. Although he doesn't speak, a word echoes through your mind.
It's low - stemming from a voice as dark and smooth as blood. 'Mine.'
Something pulses from him. A sensation so thick that you can almost smell it in the air. This all-consuming possessiveness that runs so deep and strong that it sends a shiver down your spine.
It's then that you understand the meaning of his half-curled wings. How they shield you from the sight of your coven - allowing him to be the only one to see as his hand releases the bottom of your face. It falls away, lowering to reach for the strings tying the front of your nightdress. The knot slides free at his slightest touch, and then your mate guides the straps down your shoulder. His searing gaze drinks you in, sliding down your body as he pulls the front of the robe down enough to reveal your breasts.
A rumble sounds from within his chest. Hungry. One of those ink-dark fingers reach, taking hold of your nipple. It has risen already, swelling to a hard point in response to the cold night air and the arousal that both his touch and proximity spread through your veins. Lips stretching into a grin that shows his sharpened incisors, the demon tweaks your stiff buds.
It's rough. Hard and fast enough to have a squeak burst from you, but it feels amazing. So natural, as if a part of you - one long missing - is finally coming together. Down below, his cock twitches. You can almost feel yourself dripping onto him, and so you shift down further, feeling your bare cunt drag across his hard balls as you slide experimentally over him. His tongue traces over his lower lip, forked at the end.
Then, he leans forward, and there's a wave of white-heat that threatens to engulf you as those full lips wrap around the tip of your breast.
You hold him against you as he sucks, rough and intense. He feels right in your arms. They wrap around his shoulder, clutching him in close. Your head falls back, heated gaze fixing on the stars, able to see the sky above the tunnel of his scaled wings. Soft and twinkling, they bear witness as your mate trembles underneath you, his pulsing need rising until it shakes him.
His mouth leaves your throbbing nipple. The smooth tip of his nose brushes your skin, and then his attention moves to the next. Continuing to suckle and nip until your hands tug at the roots of that thick, dark hair - cautioning that it's growing too much. He breaks away immediately, softer than a demon should be, before gently moving to kiss you again. Fangs scrape across your bottom lip. Yet, he doesn't bite down.
All the same, it's hard for him to restrain those feral urges.
When your tongue first brushes his, those strong hips snap. They lurch upward, almost knocking you off him. A chuckle escapes you, amused, but your hands rest warningly on his shoulder, helping your balance as you settle back into place. Perched atop him - straddling - and feeling the press of his large cock against your stomach.
"Careful," you murmur, leaning in to nip at his earlobe, savouring the sensation of his greedy hands running over your front. "You'll buck me off if you keep that up." Hand trailing down his face, you realize that you're not quite sure what to call him. He has many names, but strangely - you want to have your own for him. A soft smile curls your lips as you lean forward, forehead pressing against his as you murmur, "Bucky."
He just stares, and then those alien images are projected through your skull. A message, because all that he can speak is the God's Tongue, and that is a language that no mortal - witch or simple human - can muster. This is how you will speak, across the bond between you. And, you can't help but wonder if it will always be as filthy - because he sends you a mental picture of you, lying on your front upon the rough earth as he ruts from behind.
'Knocking you off wouldn't make such a bad picture.'
Those curt hips buck again. A playful challenge. However, your demon doesn't attempt to make good on his lusty threat, and you think that you know why. There are too many watchers, and his earlier possessiveness remains. Despite tradition, he wants to be the only one that truly sees you. It can't help but strangely warm you, in some way.
And so, you kiss him again, his beautiful face cupped between your hands. Softer and far sweeter than one would expect from a blood-witch and the Prince of Hell. Those arms wrap around your back, tightening briefly as he squeezes you close, and then they slide down, cupping and teasing the flesh of your rear. Kneading your cheeks between his firm hands, as he lifts you up, and then gently slides you down on the thick length of his cock.
The sensation of his head pushing between your walls has you crying out, head lifting to the sky as your fingernails dig into the firm planes of his shoulders. A low groan grates from his chest. It sounds nearly pained, and you understand. You feel it too. This sensation of utter bliss that burns through everything. One that steals the air from your lungs and the thoughts from your head, leaving you with nothing but the feel of him.
He buries himself in. Right to the hilt. Leaving no room for anything but him.
Slotting in so perfectly that it nearly brings tears to your eyes. It feels like he is made for you. You know that he is - or that you are made for him - but the knowledge doesn't compare to experiencing it for the first time.
This Joining - mind, body, and soul.
Claws trickle down your sides, drawing patterns on your skin before his fingers clamp down - tightening. Those red-ringed eyes blaze. Inside your cunt, his cock flexes. Inviting and encouraging, as is the soft nip of his teeth across your jawline. That heated gaze burns into yours, and he moves. One steady, slow stroke upward. Forcing himself further through your warm centre, and grinning as you cry out at the feeling of being filled so entirely.
He's the perfect length. Utterly. He's all that you need, and you let him know with the slow rotation of your hips - riding each thrust that he offers upwards. Those wings ripple. Small gasps tear from his lips at the feel of you rising and falling atop him, and those crimson-edged eyes flutter until they are slitted and half closed. The soft slap of skin-on-skin fills the air, heavy in the small space of his tight embrace.
It's incredible.
Your Prince - Bucky, as you teasingly called him, and it works, because that's what he's doing so well right now - holds you as you fuck him. Helping each smooth stride of your waist with his rough hands upon your hips. Letting you take all of him, until you're not quite sure where he ends and you begin. Dimly, his demon name echoes through your mind. You can't help but think that you prefer the one that you gave him, in all of its silliness.
Because it is softer. Sweeter.
The other girls didn't appear to have nearly as much emotion with their Lords. It had all seemed rough, animalistic and devoid of true passion. But, yours is a Prince. A higher creature, and so he feels more than those lesser beings. Below, he grunts, teeth sinking into your shoulder in his first true bite, you feel his hands lowering - that claw so careful to avoid piercing your clit as the pad of his thumb rolls it in slow circles.
He is different. You are different. It's not like the others, and that's when you know - fire spreading through your veins at his touch - that destiny swells with the stiffness of his cock. The others must too, because you hear it then. Voices rising into the night air of Samhain. Chanting. Welcoming the coming of the Prophesied One, because it is clear to see that this is the connection that they have been waiting for.
The very one that will bore the Godkiller.
Your mate registers it too. He looks at you - mouth agape in heated breaths - with knowing and excitement in his scarlet eyes. Adoration flushes his cheeks, and he reaches up, taking gentle hold of your face and pulling you in for a searing kiss. It is a clash of fangs and tongue. Filthy, as if he wants to inhale you, and the emotion of it all pushes you over the edge. You release hard, voice echoing as you spasm roughly on his cock.
Vision blurring, for a moment, you see what he does. How you look as you come apart on top of him, moonlight glinting off the sweat on your brow - and the feeling that you stoke to life within his not-heart. One that drives him to burst right after you do, fingers tightening on your skin hard enough to bruise as thick ropes of cum shoot from the tip of his cock. They burst free inside of you, soaking the lining of your cunt, and you can both feel it. 
How a dull, distant reverberation shudders over all planes of existence. Echoing like the final nail in a coffin, or the resounding chime of a gong. A signal of something beginning, and you can’t help but laugh at the elated - almost manic - giddiness that it stirs to life within your chest. 
The ritual is complete. You are Joined now. His, just as much as he is yours. Never to be parted, even across planes of reality, because now his mind works alongside your own. A silent communication that will always keep you feeling near to one another, even outside of the summoning circle that each of your meetings will be contained to. Yet, part of you aches for more.
He senses it, and one taloned finger rises to gently stroke down your cheek. Lips parting, a rasp emerges from the pit of his throat. It’s guttural, mangled as he tries to force out a language that the Almighty stops him from being able to speak. Yet, you can hear his thoughts. They fill in the confusion on what he’s trying to say.
‘Love. My love.’
Such gentleness makes you smile. Your Bucky drinks in the expression with a similar one of his own. Despite the black-as-night wings, the bright red eyes, and the sharp points of fangs - you can’t help but think that he truly could be mistaken for an angel. Their purity is said to be beautiful, but there’s yet there’s something about the damned that makes them more. The influence of the Almighty renders angels unable to be their own souls, and without it, demons blossom. Like flowers in a cave, filled with a brilliant bioluminescence that glows brighter than the sun they no longer need.
His hand dips, stopping to rest upon your stomach. You can already feel him seeping out of you, but some of his seed pushes onward. Those wings unfurl, and the witches watch with eager, reverent eyes. Their devout attention is fixed where his is, travelling below your skin to whisper against your womb.
It should only be a few days to be certain.
And - if it does not take this first time - you are more than eager to try again.
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A/N: Let me know if you liked it. Likes, comments, and/or reblogs are much appreciated and highly encouraged!
If you enjoyed this story, I will be releasing a piece with one character a day on the run up to Halloween. The line-up involves:
AsylumDoctor! Aaron Hotchner (Criminal Minds)
Stalker! Steve Rogers (Marvel)
MadScientist! Laszlo Kreizler (The Alienist)
Vampire! Obi-Wan Kenobi (Star Wars)
Resurrected! Rick Flag (The Suicide Squad)
Haunted! Din Djarin (The Mandalorian)
Fae! Helmut Zemo (Marvel)
You can read the dates for each character on the 'From Samhain, With Love' collection masterlist!
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