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mellowpiepizzalamp · 2 years

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Home at last

Summary: Bucky comes home from wakanda

Pairing: Bucky Barnes X F!Reader

Warnings: Fluff, my rubbish writing (it’s a warning), more fluff

Word count: ~1500 words

“y/n wake up, go to bed.” She opened her eyes and looked into a pair of striking blue ones, just not the ones she missed.

“I can’t sleep Steve,” she murmured groggily.

“Well, you seemed pretty much asleep on the couch a moment ago.” She wiggled around on the couch, trying to find a good position to drift off again to.

“y/n talk to me, please?” he asked.

“No.” she sighed.

“Then listen,” he said and sat next to her curled up form.

“Like I have a choice.”

“Yes you do, you can walk away, but I’ll follow you everywhere except if you go to bed,” he said.

“I know you’re having a rough time right now, but the team and I are worried about you. You go to your room every night and say you’ll go to sleep, but you don’t. We installed bed checks for a reason, but as soon as we did it I find you on the couch thirty minutes later. You’re like a 25 year old teenager.” He gave her a stern, but worried look.

“Well at least I was a teenager five years ago and not 90 years ago,” she said with a nasty glare.

“I will accept that one from you because you just woke up and are not doing well, but that hurt. You know he asked us to do our best to keep you happy and healthy, and we’re trying, but you make it hard for us,” he said and offered a nicer look.

“Well if I’m such a bitch why don’t you go and leave too?” she snapped.

“y/n calm down, you know he didn’t leave because of you,” Steve said and was cautious to put his hand on her knee.

“I know, I’m sorry. Shouldn’t’ve said that, but you are old,” she said with a light grin.

“Physically, basically I’m still 27.”

“Wouldn’t be so sure about that Steve, is that a grey hair I see there?” she laughed.

“Good to have you back grump,” he smiled. They sat in silence together, but it made room for her self destructive thoughts again and tears started to well in her eyes.

“C’mere, it’s going to be okay,” he soothed and gently let her come in for a hug.

“I just wish he’d come back, soon,” she sniffed. The two eventually fell a sleep like that and when Steve’s natural clock woke him up, he walked you to your room and put you to bed before going for the rest of his routine.

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Three weeks after that, the two year mark hit of Bucky’s ‘trip’ to Wakanda and it totally threw y/n off again. Since then, Tony had come up with a plan to fix her sleep schedule with melatonin, first building it up and falling into a rhythm, then gradually taking less and less while keeping the rhythm. It worked.

But now y/n had just woken up and wasn’t even dressed. She’d just opened her eyes before stepping onto the cold floor while looking for her fuzzy socks. She fixed the twisted flannel bottoms and old shirt she wore and shoved her glasses onto her nose before walking downstairs with her hair still a literal mess.

The team was used to it by now and she didn’t really give a shit anymore. She got greeted with good mornings from the team, but she only replied when she had her first sip of coffee. Nat had prepared it for her as usual, it was a simple thing she did for y/n as she really felt for her. Plus she was nothing without her coffee in the morning and Nat knew that as they grew really close over time.

y/n wasn’t part of the team, at least, she didn’t go on missions. She was actually a teacher but lived at the compound because of Bucky and it was actually closer to her school. She heavily overslept but it was a Friday and that was her day off. Out of the whole team she was closest to Steve, Sam and Nat, and Bucky of course but again, he wasn’t here.

Wanda and Vision recently moved out and lived in their own home nearby. Pepper and Tony didn’t live here either, but were still over most of the time due to obvious reasons. But today it was just Nat, Steve, Sam, Clint, Bruce, Rhodes and surprisingly Peter.

The tension was high in the room as everyone was looking at her with a grin that hid something but didn’t gave away anything.

“What?” she asked.

“Nothing,” Nat said and elbowed Sam who was starting to snort. y/n just rolled her eyes and started to prepare her breakfast. She made her famous eggs, famous for them being delicious and everyone’s favourite.

She put them on toast with raw salmon, chives, and some other special, and secret, herbs. She plated the four toasts, knowing she wouldn’t eat them all herself, and walked over to the table with her book she was reading.

Nat sat next to her and without looking up she handed half of a toast to her, knowing she was ogling her eggs.

“You’re a goddess,” she said and kissed her cheek before biting down on the eggs.

“Hey y/n, have I told you how lovely you look this fine morning,” Clint tried and got a glare from her. She looked over her glasses with her morning eyes and handed the other half of Nat’s part.

“Thanks beautiful,” he winked. Nat grinned at his actions and shook her head before continuing on her eggs. She eventually was left with one toast left, as she gave a whole one to Steve and his “I need more food than a normal person” excuse.

After breakfast she graded some papers before she was dragged away from her desk by Sam and Nat and blindfolded. “Guys can I take this damn thing off? I can barely walk properly when I can see.”

Nat held her arm to guide her to outside where they waited as one of Tony’s new jets landed almost silently and Nat took off the blindfold. About thirty meters away the jet landed with the opening facing the compound.

The plank lowered and revealed Bucky with the rest of the team. He looked so good, his hair was up in a bun and he wore a dark wash jeans, a tight t-shirt with a leather jacket. Overall he looked healthy and happy as he saw his team. y/n covered her mouth as tears welled in her eyes. Bucky started to walk down towards them and y/n got a little push from the whole team behind her, softly saying “go” before she started walking. ‘

She walked before she started running as Bucky opened his arms and she jumped into them, clinging on like a koala. His strong arms wrapped around her tightly, his knees got week from being with her again and he knelt to the ground. They cried of happiness and held on like they’d loose each other if they’d let go.

“I missed you,” they said along with other loving praises. The rest of the team joined the team one by one as they made the big group hug.

“Welcome home buck,” Steve said with with a smile on his face as he walked inside with his best friend finally under his arm after two years.

“It’s good to be home,” Bucky smiled and walked over to his beloved spot on the giant sofa he claimed long before he went away.

“Someone sat in my spot,” he feigned anger but couldn’t keep a smile off his face. y/n’s cheeks reddened as a feeling of embarrassment arose in her lower stomach while she took a step to stand behind Steve.

Bucky smiled at her from the sofa as Nat, Clint, Rhodes and Sam sat down on the sofa. Bruce patter her head with his giant hand before sitting down in his personal chair. It was bigger, stronger and Bruce’s. Bucky stood up to comfort her with a kiss, but Steve spread his arms with a playful grin on his face.

Bucky recognised it immediately as it was the one they shared in the 20’s and 30’s before playfighting. Bucky grinned back and did a few swerves before Steve ‘attacked’. They ended on the ground, trying to pin one another down. The others watched with amusement because except for a few, the two have rarely fought in front of them. It ended with Bucky pinning Steve down.

“You're getting old Steve,” he grinned.

“Excuse me but you're more than a year older than me,” Steve clapped back.

“I missed this,” Steve sighed and bucky helped Steve get up.

“What straddling Bucky?” Sam asked as he and Nat threw suggestive looks. As Steve started to argue the two, Bucky leaned down to your ear whispering “I know for a fact, you do it better,” and dragged you away from the crowd.

#Bucky Barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes x you #Bucky Barnes x f!reader #Bucky Barnes x female reader #bucky barnes fic #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes one shot #bucky barnes x lucie #marvel #mcu

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ltbarnes · 1 year

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Resurrection Chapter I

Summary: Bucky Barnes was only nineteen when the lives of his parents and little sister were taken right in front of him by the ruthless members of the Odinson mob. His father’s mistakes have turned Bucky into a vengeful and cold shell of the charming boy he once was, now deeply rooted in the criminal lifestyle of the Stark mafia. Sudden attacks ignite the conflict between the two forces of the city, refueling the rivalry that has been rather tame for years. Nine years since Bucky’s life fell apart, he finds it shattering once more when what was supposed to be long dead returns to the living.

Pairing: brother!mafia!Bucky Barnes x adopted!sister!reader, mafia!Thor Odinson x reader, mafia!Loki Odinson x reader, eventual Steve Rogers x reader

Word count: 1.7k

Warnings: violence, language, mentions of death of family members and murder, talk of trauma and injuries, blood

A/N: first chapter!! i really recommend that you read the prologue before this though, since a lot of background information is revealed about Bucky and what happened prior to this chapter. makes it all easier in the future <3 he’s a real grump in the beginning but bare with him!! it’s going to get soft and protective!! also if anyone wants to be added to the tag list just write to me!

Series Masterlist

Main Masterlist

PROLOGUE

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"Where the fuck did you put my holster?!" a voice calls out, booming through the space, forcing hairs to stand up straight and birds to flee the sky. "Barnes! I will cut off your dick and make fucking tartar out of it!"

It's hard to understand for some that so much violence can be packed into such a small figure. For many Natasha Romanoff is hard to understand in her entirety, but Bucky thinks it's so inevitably obvious. Of course that little redhead is the one running around killing Stark's enemies and making the murder scene look like a piece of art pulled out of Musée D'Orsay.

And it was a long time ago that he understood that the words spilling out of her mouth don't actually mean anything. Not when it comes to him, or Pietro or Wanda or Clint or Yelena. Bleeding scratches, purple bruises that last for weeks and sprained ankles come with the friendship—but his dick will be in behold for the foreseeable future, at least.

The holster is thrown at her face a dozen of seconds later, the usual indifferent expression stuck on Bucky's face. He doesn't acknowledge her anymore than that, she doesn't say anything in response. A mission is waiting for them just around the corner and small talk has no space in the hour before something like that.

Like so many times before, he weaves the shoelaces across and straight over his combat boots that are in desperate need of a wash. He's had them ever since his days in the military. It's something Sam gives him shit for—that he's somehow trying to relive his days as a sergeant—but the birdbrain doesn't know how damn practical they are while breaking noses and smashing in people's heads.

"What did this one do?" Bucky mutters, throwing the door open while stomping over towards the sleek black car parked on the other side of the street. Stark really needs to realize that the expensive cars he throws around to his henchmen need to be deep-cleaned after each use. Blood soaks the seats to their very core, stains the windows and console and steering wheel.

"Fucking spy. Caught selling intel about our shipments to Banner," Natasha answers, ripping the car door open before sliding into the passenger seat.

Bucky grunts, shaking his head to rid himself of the strands hanging over his eyes. The car quietly comes to life, taking the two of them away on the streets with one of Bucky's hands on the wheel.

Him and Natasha never talk particularly much. Not that he has anything against her—in contrary to that, actually—but there's just not anything to be said. They can read each other with only a breath, a flick of their hand, a mannerism. Both of them have been forced and molded into picking up on every little detail surrounding them through the years. It's merely a habit at this point.

"Moved the 1:30 on Tuesday, then?" he asks, taking a turn to the right.

"Yeah. Stark wasn't feeling keen on having a run in with Thor and his men on a weekday."

To this day, on each time, Bucky has a hard time remembering how to breathe when he hears their names. Anything with a connection to the people that took everything from him steals his functions away. And it's hard living like that in this business. The Odinsons are all you hear about when you live in a town partly controlled by the notorious family and their loyal men.

The rest of the ride is quiet. Natasha is well aware of his past. Everyone is. Not because he told them, but because things like that get spread around in this world Bucky's found himself in. They knew even before he stepped foot in Stark's territory. And now, when he's family, his bloodlust is theirs and the tragedy of your murder lays heavy on all shoulders.

It's not a secret that Bucky has a shitstorm of trauma left unprocessed in the back of his mind, locked away to the point where he can go days without feeling anything. He's a good asset for that reason, getting the job done quickly and cleanly without any trace left behind. It's nearly clinical, while extracting as much pain and suffering as he possibly can.

The truth is that Bucky is an assassin, a really fucking good one at that, and killing is the only way he knows how to deal with what was taken from him. When he joined the military just after his whole family died, there was still some form of patriotic hope and righteousness in him. It died as quickly as it took for that first bomb to kill four of his fellow soldiers and twenty-two civilians.

Five years later he lost his arm in combat. It was inevitable that he would get severely injured. By then he had become so reckless that Steve would ignore him for weeks until he would apologize and clean up his act for a short while before falling into the dangerous patterns he had become so used to.

He had nothing left to fight for, to live for, except that goddamn blonde that he had to keep alive. The punk had grown ten inches and gained 100 pounds of muscle by then, but he still had that everlasting hope inside of him, the belief of the good in humanity. That made him dangerous too.

Steve is a firefighter now. Saves kitties from trees and puts out bonfires for a living. And Bucky is glad that he didn't follow him into this life—he almost had a heart attack when the jerk showed up all those years ago with a shaved head and combat boots on his feet, deployed to the other side of the world just because Bucky had done so.

He knows about what Bucky does. And he doesn't agree with it, not at all, but he doesn't do anything about either. Maybe because he wants to keep all his body parts intact, despite how many times Bucky has told Steve that he is under their protection. Has been so since the first day. He's pretty sure Natasha has a soft spot for the tall blonde too, with how she plays his buttons and makes him blush each time they cross paths.

"Rogers got that promotion he was talkin' about?" Natasha says, stoically, as she ducks underneath Bucky's arm holding up the rusty door to the warehouse.

Bucky almost scoffs in amusement. His thoughts always seem to predict whatever is going to be said—reality following the intricate pattern of his spiraling anxiety. Real fucking sweet and crippling simultaneously.

"Yeah," he answers, quietly closing the door behind them again while adjusting to the damp darkness of the concrete hallway. "The punk's a Captain now. Youngest ever in the city."

"Good for him," she mumbles under her breath, walking forward without making a sound because that's just how she is.

Gruff voices ricochet off the walls, echo into Bucky and Nat's ears. She walks in front of him, he always makes sure she does. He can keep her in his sight then—it's easier to stave off an attack you see coming than one going on behind your back. The little spitfire is more skilled in punching down enemies than he ever could be, but Bucky likes to know where his close ones are ever since that day.

"Fucking finally!"

Arms are thrown up into the air, accompanying the roll of eyes only Yelena Belova can muster up. There's a streak of blood smeared out over her forehead, but they know better than to assume it's hers. The guy sitting strapped to a chair would be long dead by then if that was the case—Pietro would never allow someone to touch his best friend and live to take another breath.

"You took so long, svoloch'," Yelena whines, throwing down the rag she dried her bloody hands on.

Bucky learned some Russian during the time he was captured by some weird up-and-coming mob group a few years ago. He honestly doesn't remember a thing from that year except the Russian words still lingering in his mind. Most of it he's sure he has learned from the two sisters, permanently making his life a goddamn pain.

"Malyshka, you sent the text eight minutes ago. Give us a fucking break," Bucky answers, drying away a drop of water from the ceiling that has landed on his forehead.

He puts down his gun in the back pocket of his black jeans, giving a nod of acknowledgment to Pietro.

"Is this really a four person job?" Natasha speaks up, glaring at the half-conscious man strapped down. The guy isn't exactly going anywhere.

"You wouldn't think so, no?" Pietro says, arms crossed over his chest and smirking that complacent smirk of his.

"We have a lot of goddamn things to do, you know?" Bucky says, staring down the young man and woman he unfortunately has to work with. He loves the shit out of them, but they really are fucking annoying.

Yelena kicks the chair, waking the man up with a startle. He coughs, spits out blood onto the concrete floor. Ten years ago Bucky would have thrown up, probably. Now it's routine.

"This is the guy we caught sneaking intel on our shipments to Odinson three days ago," Pietro tells them, nodding towards the heaving man. "Go on. Tell them what you told us, buddy."

Natasha raises an eyebrow, a questioning glance towards her sister with a sigh. It must be something really fucking good that man is about to disclose.

"It wasn't the Odinsons," he chokes out. His eyes are nearly glued shut by the swollen skin around them—it took some encouraging before he opened his mouth. "They didn't hire me to give them info. H—"

A series of deep coughs rasp from his lungs. Bucky is starting to lose his patience.

"Hydra did."

Chapter 2

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fsbc-librarian · 2 years

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Random Fic Rec to Make Your Monday Better

Just cos I can 🤷‍♀️

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The Beneficium

Gfawkes

Summary: "You don't want this! You don't want any of it. Cut the crap and tell me what you really want."

Like a panther pouncing, Steve flew out of his chair, around the few steps to Bucky's side, a flash of heat in his eyes. He reached for Bucky's face, gripping his jaw in one impossibly strong hand. And kissing him.

Bucky didn't have time to react, not even a moment to enjoy the man's parted lips on his own. Steve's mouth was hard, demanding without the use of tongue, and it was over as soon as it began.

"You," he breathed. "I fucking want you."

Forniphilia: A form of bondage and sexual objectification in which a person's body is incorporated into a chair, table, cabinet or other piece of furniture.

Important Note: This is NOT a fic for everyone. READ THE TAGS BEFORE READING.

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Somewhere, Under Your Skin

thiccbuckybarnes

Summary: Bucky Barnes treats himself to a one-night stand after having a very bad no good day.

The sex is good--great, even. Might be the best sex of his life.

But Bucky wouldn’t have slept with the guy if he had known that he was going to continuously run into him every day for the next fucking month.

Or, a Big Grump Bucky has a hot one night stand with a college kid who is popping up everywhere in his everyday life and he doesn’t know how to deal with it.

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And Then He Kissed Me

Graendoll

Summary: Bucky and Steve are friends. Bucky is Gay and he was convinced Steve was Straight until he stuck his tongue down his throat.

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Just a little something for y’all to make your Monday better (yeah, yeah, I realise that not all of y’all are at Monday yet, but i’m already 9 hours into it and I don’t like it)

#stucky #fsbc #fsbc library #bucky barnes #steve rogers #fanfiction #stevebucky #fanfic #library #fic rec #these aren’t in the library yet #not officially #i have some category issues with the first one #it’s been nominated for a specialty category #which won’t be fully released until probably Christmas #just a bit of smut to make your Monday better

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jobean12-blog · 2 years

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Something to Smile About

Pairing: Bucky x reader (Our favorite grump is back)

Word Count: 1,093

Summary: Sam doesn’t think you can get grumpy Bucky to smile.

Author’s Note: This is for my lovely friends @late-to-the-party-81 and @yarnforbrains follower challenge aka All New 22 Challenge! Congratulations darlings, you deserve them all and so many more! Love to you both! I used two of the prompts from the list and they are bolded in the story. Also, I hope you enjoy my ridiculous jokes and you get a smile and laugh. Thank you all so very much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by my lovely friend @firefly-graphics

Warnings: soft and sweet fluff, fun fluff, lots of corny ass jokes, grumpy Bucky

Gif NOT MINE: Credit goes to @stream thank you so much 🥰

“I bet I can make him smile.”

“He’s already had half a cup of coffee so he isn’t as grumpy as usual,” Sam states. “This isn’t really a fair assessment.”

“He looks pretty grumpy to me,” you say.

“He always looks like that,” Sam huffs.

“Still really cute,” you say with a smirk. “Ok. Well, I’m gonna try it anyway. A test run.”

Sam stares you down before he mutters, “go on then, but not one of those fake ass smiles. They don’t count!”

You square your shoulders and saunter over to Bucky who is leaning against the kitchen counter with his coffee.

“Hey Buck,” you say sweetly.

“Hiya doll,” he answers, smiling at you.

“Wanna hear a joke?”

“Sure,” he says, his smile widening.

You peek over your shoulder at Sam and give him a triumphant grin.

“What do you call a dinosaur fart?” you ask Bucky.

He chuckles before saying, “I dunno. What?”

“A blast from the past.”

Bucky holds your gaze in a silent standoff. You bite your lip, your mouth curling up into a smile but he cracks and laughs first. A real laugh. One that makes his head fall back and his nose scrunch up. You join in, doing a little dance when you grab Sam’s eye.

“GOTCHA,” you cheer and poke him.

He laughs harder and you can’t help it as you throw your arms around his neck for a hug. He grabs you around the waist with his metal arm, placing his coffee cup down so he can wind the other around you too.

When you release him, he’s still smiling and his cheeks are pink.

“Wow,” Sam sighs. “I can’t believe it.”

Bucky turns to Sam. “What does that mean birdbrain?”

“You never laugh at my jokes,” Sam grumbles.

“They’re not funny,” Bucky counters.

Sam rolls his eyes. “But dinosaur farts are funny?” he asks.

You and Bucky look at each other and start laughing again.

“Yep,” Bucky says before sipping his coffee.

Sam rushes into your room, nearly hopping in place. “He’s so grumpy. We just got back from training and he’s hungry and there’s no coffee left…”

“Woah, slow down Wilson,” you say, holding your hands up. “Maybe I shouldn’t bother him.”

“Actually. Now is the perfect time to bother him,” Sam says excitedly. “This is the real test.”

You narrow your eyes but lift your chin. “Fine. I’m ready.”

Sam follows you out the door, hot on your heels. Bucky is seated on the couch, his leg bouncing up and down and his eyebrows drawn together.

“Hi Bucky.”

He looks up at you and his face instantly softens.

“Hi doll face.”

“I have another joke for you,” you say quietly. “If you’re up for it.”

“For you, always,” he answers, his mouth turning up in a small smile.

You sit down next to him on the couch.

“Why did the scarecrow win an award?”

Bucky’s lips spread into a bigger smile. “Why?”

“Because he was out standing in his field.”

This time there is no hesitation in his laughter. He falls forward and his whole-body shakes with his giggles.

“I really like that one,” he says when he finally calms down.

“I have another,” you say, now giddy.

“Give it to me,” he exclaims and you both laugh again.

“Why did the chicken coop have two doors?”

Before he can even ask, “why?” he’s laughing harder.

“Ok, ok, why?” he says through his snickers.

“Because if it had four doors it would be a chicken sedan!”

He slaps his knee and doubles over again, his eyes scrunched shut with his laughter.

“Wait, wait. I have another!” you shout.

Bucky wipes his eyes. “Ok, I’m ready!”

“What time did Sean Connery arrive at Wimbledon?”

You can barely get the joke out without laughing and Bucky is curling up trying to hold back his own.

“What time?” he asks, smiling widely.

“Ten-ish.”

You snort and fall over on the couch, bumping into Bucky’s shoulder and laughing harder when he starts saying, “ten-ish,” in his best Sean Connery voice.

“What the hell is going on in here?” Clint asks when he crawls out of the ceiling vent and falls to his feet next to Sam.

Sam jumps in surprise and shakes his head. “I’m never gonna get used to that!”

“Well, this is new. I’ve never seen Barnes smile so much,” Clint says, staring wide eyed.

“I know,” Sam deadpans. “And the jokes aren’t even that funny.”

“I think they’re funny, but it’s all her,” Clint says. “And that Sean Connery one was great.”

Before Sam can retort, Clint disappears.

“Shit,” Sam mumbles as he walks away.

Bucky wraps his arm around your shoulders.

“Thanks doll. I really needed that today,” he whispers.

“Anytime Buck. I love making you smile,” you tell him and curl into his side.

“It’s easy when you’re around,” he murmurs.

You sit up and lower your lashes, feeling your skin heat. “That’s really sweet Bucky.”

“It’s true,” he says. “I’m gonna have to keep ya.”

“Better start telling me some jokes then,” you tease.

“I might know one,” he whispers with a tilt of his head as he leans in closer.

Your eyes drop to his lips just as his tongue traces their outline. “I’d love to hear it.”

He clears his throat and swallows hard. “Why didn’t the toilet paper cross the road?”

You blow out a raspberry. “I can’t believe the first joke you’re ever gonna tell me is about toilet paper.”

He waggles his eyebrows. “It’s my best one…I mean it’s my only one.”

“Ok, let’s hear it. Why?”

“Because it got stuck in a crack.”

You let out a loud cackle and fall into his arms, kicking your legs with laughter.

“That was terrible! I LOVE IT!”

“HEY!” he playfully chides. “Couldn’t have been that bad! You’re laughing!”

“Ok, new rule!” you declare. “I’m the only one that tells the jokes from now on!”

“I’ll agree to that,” he says. “On one condition.”

“What’s that?” you ask, suddenly breathless when he pulls you into his lap.

“That you’ll be my girl.”

You slowly nod and grab the front of his Henley, your fingers catching his dog tags.

He dips his head and lightly bumps his nose against yours, letting his lips hover just a breath away from your own.

“Is that a yes baby doll?”

“Yes,” you whisper as your lashes flutter closed.

He closes the gap and presses his lips to yours, so soft and sweet that you can do nothing but melt against him.

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annathesillyfriend · 2 years

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Anna's March Fic Recs

I refuse to belive march had 31 days, it's just not possible 🤯 This list should be at least twice this long cause my tbr is enormous. Life is quite eventful these days so I don't have much time or energy to read but I still managed to find some real gems this month. Big thank you to the wonderful authors for making me less done with everything 💕

To all the writers - I love you and I appreciate you so much!

To all the readers - please, share the fics you read and love. The reblog really makes the change! It’s the least we can do to show our gratitude.

Also, please, mind the writers’ warnings!

🌷PETER PARKER🌷

icy mornings by @ironmanslefthand

↳ one-shot, the fact that i am not waking up to peter parker is a hate crime

green green dress by @spidernerdsblog

↳ one-shot, 18+, tasm!peter, fic as lovely as the song it was inspired by

none of your friends' business and everything i can't have by@specialk-18

↳ two-shot, 18+, rich kid!reader x tasm!peter, yes yes yes yes yes. yes.

once before by @hollandsangel-blog

↳ one-shot, can you hear this? it's me crying :')

close to my heart by @peterbenjiparker

↳ one-shot, childhood friends to lovers, the dictionary definition of cute

the value of a moment by @ptergwen

↳ one-shot, 'can you get dehydrated from crying too much' is what i googled after reading this

wednesday in a cafe by @sunshinehollandd

↳ one-shot, this is so adorable 🥺

summertime and sundresses by @withahappyrefrain

↳ one-shot, 18+, tasm!peter, what is better than peter parker? a horny peter parker

🌷BUCKY BARNES🌷

after all these years. by @ambrosiase

↳ one-shot, exes to maybe-lovers, stunning work 💖

burn in embers by @foreverindreamlandd

↳ series, firefighter!bucky x plus size!adopted rogers!reader, amazing wonderful story!

appointments by @buckycuddlebuddy

↳ series, 18+, tfatws!bucky, strangers to fuck buddies to lovers, idiots in love, all the good stuff

accidentally on purpose by @jobean12-blog

↳ one-shot, friends to lovers, i'm just GHJFAKLSGHSJFDK

doc's got game and bucky's got game by @real-jane

↳ two-shot, i would die for them

loving him by @phantomspiderr

↳ one-shot, 18+, turns out hearing i love you can be a kink

waiting waiting waiting by @wkemeup

↳ one-shot, what a beautiful piece of work!

heaven by @belladonnabarnes

↳ one-shot, just buck and his girl being cute at a wedding 🥰

be mine by @make-me-imagine-blog

↳ one-shot, i am screaming so loud they can probably hear me all the way in louisiana

home by @sweetdreamsbuck

↳ one-shot, beefy lumberjack!bucky, this is just so preacious. this story owns my heart 💕

strawberry wine by @sweetdreamsbuck

↳ one-shot, beefy lumberjack!bucky but he's so drunk in this one, love that for him and for us

🌷JOAQUIN TORRES🌷

mi rosa by @ofstarsandvibranium

↳ one-shot, biker/flowershop!au, this is just so cute 🥰

🌷STEVE ROGERS🌷

i hate you: a love story by @indyluckycharlie

↳ one-shot, 18+, just two grumps in love, i had so much fun with this one!

🌷TOM HOLLAND🌷

our little secret by @farfromharry

↳ one-shot, dad!tom, me eloping with tom, when????

those summer nights by @waitimcomingtoo

↳ series, camp counselor!au, this was so fun, loved reading this one!

this fic by @luciwritesstuff

↳ one-shot, 18+, enemies to lovers, hot hot hot 🔥🔥

sweet dreams by @/sunshinehollandd

↳ one-shot, surprising tom on the press tour 🥰🥰

all strings attached by @parkerpeter24

↳ one-shot, musician!neighbour!tom, loved this!

your soul to take by @heyhihellowhatsup0

↳ series, 18+, king of hell!tom, this is as hot as the hell we're gonna burn in after reading this 😈

cookie dough (& other heartbreak remedies) by @venomsilk

↳ one-shot, this is the romcom to end all romcoms. this is perfection. this is a gift. this is a gem. this is a masterpiece. cleared my skin. did my homework. ended world hunger. read it

🌷HARRISON OSTERFIELD🌷

time will come by @softholand

↳ one-shot, friends with benefits becoming more 💖

🌷ANTHONY BRIDGERTON🌷

unexpected affections by @clints-lucky-arrow

↳ one-shot, the two loves of my life - anthony and apple pie

kiss me once, kiss me twice, then kiss me once again by @iliveiloveiwrite

↳ one-shot, i need anthony bridgerton to kiss me asap

kisses in the study by @justdaydreamsandimagines

↳ one-shot, i still need that kiss 👀

appeasing cruelty. by @inklore

↳ one-shot, 18+, this is not a want, this is a need

🌷BENEDICT BRIDGERTON🌷

alone together by @inknopewetrust

↳ one-shot, 18+, bridgerton brother own my ass it seems

🌷WILL POULTER🌷

fine line part one and part two by @greenorangevioletgrass

↳ two-shot, 18+, actress!reader, friends with benefits, friends to lovers, idiots in love, angst, so much angst... thirsting over yet another guy and it's all Ava's fault

#anna's fic recs #march fic recs #peter parker x reader #tom holland x reader #fic recs #bucky barnes x reader

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fatbiatchforever · 2 years

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Drunk Nights

“Buck?” I turned the other side to find Bucky laying still in the dark, “Yeah.”

BANG

Both of our heads snapped towards the door. “Tell me you heard that too.”

Bucky stated in frustration, “Of course, I heard it.”

“Why are we staying here?” I whisper yelled.

He yelled back, “Because I don’t have the energy to deal with annoying neighbors.”

I tugged Bucky’s bicep, “Buck. Let’s go.” But, Bucky rolled over to lay on his chest. I groaned and moved the blanket out of the way, “Fine. Stay there.”

Just as I took a step away from the bedroom, Bucky tagged behind me. The faint bangs against the door frame disturbed the silence in the room. Bucky switched the lights on and before he could turn the handle, I tapped on his shoulder. I grabbed the knife attached to the base of the entry table. Bucky looked at the table and then back at me, with his eyebrows knitted together.

I shrugged, “Just in case.”

Bucky opened the door and sighed, “Use it.” He walked away from the door, as I opened it wider, “Wh- Oh. Hey, Sam!”

“Y/NNNN!” Sam launched on me. Before anyone of us could potentially bleed, Bucky snatched the knife away from my grip.

I hugged him back, “Smells like you had a good time.” Sam pulled away, “I DID! AND I BROUGHT THE PARTAY HERE!”

We both turned our heads to the man sitting on the couch, who audibly groaned. Sam made his way to sit beside Bucky, “See. This is why I came here.” He slung his arm around Bucky, “You need to relax, man.”

I sat beside Sam, “I agree.”

“I would be relaxed if you let me sleep AND if I didn’t see you pulling out knives.” Sam turned to me and whispered, “Knives?”

“Knife. And, yeah. It’s there to make me feel safe and for dire situations.”

“Now, I feel unsafe.” Even though he murmured, I heard him just fine. Bucky turns to me, as I gasp, “You’re not the most well-coordinated person I’ve met, doll.”

Sam chips in, “Don’t underestimate her, Barnes. Maybe, she knows what she’s doing.”

“Thanks, dude.”

“And that is the end of it. I bought booze and we’re going to drink every last drop of it.” Sam walks away to the kitchen, with a slight hop in his every other step. Bucky slid to the spot Sam previously sat and leaned in, “Where else?”

“Sammm-“

He moved away with his hands crossed against his chest, “What? I could give you pointers. I was an assassin, you could use me.” I smile and pat his shoulders, “Thanks. I’ll let you know. And stop asking me to use you.” Bucky slightly angles his head to the right, and smirks, “I would if you did.” By then, Sam waltzed in with three shot glasses and a goofy smile on his face.

He set the glasses on the coffee table. “OKAY! For Y/N and I, we have-“ He unzips his jacket and takes out an absolute vodka bottle. He presents the bottle as an award to me, which I gladly accept. “For Mr. Grumpy Pants, we have Asgard’s finest.” He unveils a liquor bottle and hands it to Bucky. Before Bucky could take it, Sam pulls it back, “What do we say, Mr. Grumps?”

Bucky immediately, with a straight face, spatted out, “Fuck you.” I laughed, as Sam shook his head, “Nope. The golden words, please.”

“I thought the golden words were fuck you.” Sam’s pout didn’t exactly work on Bucky, but it did on me, “Buck.”

“Fine. Thanks a lot, Sam. I don’t know where I would be without you.” Bucky muttered with no emotion in his voice. But, it did work on Sam, “No problem, Buck.”

“Where did you get this?” I asked. Sam flopped on the ground and opened the bottle, “A true man never reveals his sources.” I nod, “Of course. My mistake.”

Sam passed me one and another for Bucky. He raised his glass, “To letting loose.”

I cheered and Bucky had a smile on his face. I chugged my shot and slammed it on the table, “Damn. So, we’re going to finish it completely?” Sam nodded and poured us another one. All of us took another shot and felt the slight burn. “I have an idea, let’s see who can down more in half a minute.”

“Really?” Bucky asked. I turn to him, “Really. The serum helps you stay sober, so let’s calm down on the ego.” Bucky chuckled, “Let’s see.” I straightened myself and cleared my throat. Sam threw his hands around, “I’ll be the judge.”

“Great. This is getting real, Barnes.” Bucky brought his glass and bottle closer, “Not going to go easy for you, doll.” I held the vodka bottle in my hands, “Don’t need you to.”

Sam set the timer on his phone and pushed it to the center, “On 3. 2. 1. GO!”

While downing each shot, my eyes were on Sam’s hand, which counted Bucky's score. Bucky had a good start, but I did catch up. We were down to our last ten seconds when we were both at the seventh one. I concentrated on drinking as much as I could before the phone buzzed. Sam had his hands behind, so I turned to catch Bucky looking at me. We both glared at each other until Sam, being the gracious judge he is, stood up.

“Now, for the most anticipated part of the competition. Super soldier versus regular civilian.” I clutched my chest in offense, “I thought we were friends.”

“NOO. We are. Let me rephrase that. Super soldier versus one of the greatest.” I smirked and turned to Bucky, “Now, that’s more like it.” Bucky poked his tongue out. “An the champion issssss… Y/N!”

I leaped, “OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD. YES. TAKE THAT, SUCKER.” Sam and I had our arms over each other’s shoulders and bounced around. Sam screamed, “WHO WON?”

“Y/N WON!” I hollered back.

“AND WHO LOST?”

“BUCKY LOST!”

We fist-bumped each other and turned our attention to Bucky. He had his back rested on the couch, with his deadly scowl, “Mine’s stronger than yours.”

Sam and I groaned. I formed an L with my fingers and pushed it onto Bucky, “Take the L, Buck.” Sam joined me, as Bucky glared at us. “Let’s take a shot to commemorate Y/N’s win.”

I poured a shot for all of us and raised my glass for a toast, “I want to thank Sam for his everlasting support. And my Bucky,” I moved my hand to hold his cheek. Bucky's lips curved to a slight smile, “My everything, who I love, even if he is a sore loser.”

“YEAH!” Sam cooed.

BACK TO PRESENT- 11 A.M. MORNING

“And then I remember Bucky getting drunk by the next hour and doing karaoke with Sam,” I say, still trying to piece the night together.

“Why did you two let me drink more?” Sam groaned with him splayed down on the floor like a starfish.

“SAM! YOU NEED TO STOP SCREAMING. Why doesn’t the serum work when you need it too?” Bucky had his sunglasses on because he couldn’t handle the light, even after closing all the curtains. He had his head and back rested against the couch, as he sat on the floor, “You didn’t drink the normal. You drank God-level alcohol. And a whole bottle of it. So, deal with your decisions.” Sam snapped back.

“I hate you,” Bucky replied.

I unlocked my phone to find it on Snapchat. I opened the first video and the sound blasted throughout the whole room, “DOLL!” Bucky shouts. As soon as I got up from the couch, my legs turned to jelly. But, I pushed through it and crawled to Sam. “You need to look at this.” Sam raised his head to look at my phone. He shook his head and glared back at the phone. He looked at me before we both busted out laughing.

“Take it away. I’m too hungover to laugh this hard.” Sam and I were gasping for air on the floor, as Bucky huffed. It took everything in me to crawl to Bucky and bring my phone to his eyesight. Bucky moved his glasses down to take a better look at the screen, “No.” He whispered.

“Yep.” Sam croaked while gripping his head.

Bucky’s eyes were glued to the screen as he looked at in horror, “No.” Bucky’s utter state of shock and denial was due to his mesmerizing performance to ‘Hip’s don’t lie.’ On my screen, he had his t-shirt raised to his chest as he swayed his hips alongside Shakira on the T.V. All while, perfectly balancing the liquor bottle on his head.

“Who knew you were as good as Shakira?” Bucky looked at me, with his cloudy eyes. “Please, this stays between us.”

“Buck-o, this is definitely going out to the world.”

“SAM! Please!” Bucky begs.

“Go get me coffee and some aspirin for all of us. Then, I’ll think about it.” Bucky slowly gets himself off the floor and races to the kitchen. Both of us laugh at Bucky, who’s moving around the kitchen to get everything ready.

“Send it to me. I’m going to use it every time he tries to pull something.”

“Will do, Sam.”

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dailyreverie · 3 years

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hola bestieeeeee!! could you do fall prompt number 2 with our 106 year old grump bucky pleaseeee?? it fits him perfectly

Cold Nights

A/N: Bestie! I couldn't write something for you and NOT include a little bit of a Zemo moment (its like... 1 line, but still) 💖 Thank you so much for requesting! I hope you like it!

#2: *Walks in and lays next to them and snuggles under the blankets* “It’s cold in my room.” “And mine is warmer?” “Yeah…”

🎃 REQUEST YOUR FALL PROMPT 🍂

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem. reader

Word count: 1.07k

Warnings: A couple f words I think.

[gif by @thorodinsson]

Latvia is cold, you should have known that. The days you had been there had been full of gray skies and crunchy leaves, a beautiful vacation if it weren’t for the fact that you were chasing super soldiers. Yet, nothing could’ve prepared you for the cold night that was leaking into your room from your windows. It didn’t matter that they were all closed, or that you had every single available blanket on top of you, you were in bed curled up in a ball with your sheets up to your chin and your bones were still feeling cold.

“The thermostat in this room is a little broken.” Zemo had said, and you thought it didn’t matter.

“It's okay, I can take it. Bucky needs to be warm.” You reasoned, only gaining a funny gaze from Zemo.

You managed to get through it the first night, you added a couple more blankets the second night, but right now you were sure your feet were about to freeze off.

You look at the door from under your blankets and damn it, you know the exact place you could go to feel warm, the exact place where you know for a fact that the thermostat works and where your body is begging you to go to just to maybe, possibly, get to be wrapped in your favorite pair of arms.

It is past midnight when you glance at the clock. You know how it would seem like to Bucky, showing up at his door at 12:15 in the morning with some lame excuse of being cold and not being able to sleep, crawling into his room after the minimum sign of affection from him to you. But could it be called a sign of affection when he just grabbed your hand to stop you from getting into danger? Squeezing it after asking “are you alright, doll?” and looking at you like that? Or when he smiled to himself when you told Zemo off after he asked Bucky to be the Winter Soldier again? You notice all those things, all those little gestures that don’t show up with anyone else, the way he gravitates towards you and lets his guard down just a little bit.

“Just be careful with the android, he might short-circuit if you are near.” Sam had said before the mission, and now everytime Bucky smiles at you, Sam’s words resonate in your head.

You grunt, your stomach suddenly torn between being fluterry from your thoughts and anxious from the lack of sleep. That’s what insomnia does to you, asking yourself questions that have no answer while you shiver under a ton of blankets.

“Fuck it.” You mutter. You need to sleep. Bucky is probably not sleeping anyways, you might just go to his room and find it empty.

Everything in the apartment is pitch dark as you walk down the hall, there’s just the sound of the autumn wind crashing against the windows. Bucky’s door is closed, and the lack of noise makes you wonder if he is actually sleeping tonight - and thank god he finally is! You are not one to interrupt his sleep -, but as you look down you see light coming out from under the door.

The handle creaks under your touch as you turn it slowly, and you carefully peek inside. He is there, completely awake, sitting against the headboard with a book between his hands. “I thought you were going to stay out there forever.” Bucky says when you lock eyes, his expression is blank except for his always-furrowed eyebrows.

“You could have opened the door if you were that impatient.” You sass him back. “I didn’t want to wake you up.”

He smiles just the tiniest smirk that you would’ve missed if you blinked. “What are you doing here?”

“I didn’t know the nights would be this cold.” Closing the door behind you, you begin to walk over to his bed. The temperature in his room is already making your body feel warm.

“Seriously? In october? In the north of europe?” He asks unamused, eyeing you up and down as you get closer to his bed, scoffing out a laugh in the process. “Is that why you are showing up at my door wearing a blanket as a cape?”

“Don’t make fun of me, Barnes.” You warn him with a playful smirk that he matches. You begin to open the bed when you reach the opposite side of where he is sitting, crawling into the bed without a second thought. Once you are settled, nested in the warm duvet with a decent temperature around you, you sigh from relief. “It’s cold in my room.” You defend yourself when you find Bucky looking at you almost as frozen as the outside air. You had fallen asleep next to each other before, on multiple plane trips and late nights, but never with a cold air outside that’s almost pushing your bodies close to each other.

“And mine is warmer?” There’s a hint of sarcasm in his voice, and even though you are cuddled under his bed you can bet one of his eyebrows is quirked up.

“Well, yeah… your thermostat works.”

“Yours doesn’t?” Bucky sighs and you feel his side of the bed shift. “Why did you take that room then?” He asks, lowering himself into the covers of the bed.

You could pretend to be asleep to avoid answering, to avoid telling him that you didn’t want him to be cold for another second of his life, that you would rather be cold than knowing that he is feeling his body freeze again just because a thermostat is broken. As he sinks lower and his head hits the pillow, his blue eyes look at yours and you realize there’s no escape from whatever he is making you feel.

“I didn’t want you to be cold.” You admit in a whisper. Knowing Bucky, he could kick you out of his room, he could just get up and leave you there, instead he keeps looking at you and he smiles softly, his eyes softening as the rest of his face follows.

“Goodnight, doll.” He simply says with the same smile adorning his handsome face before turning around to turn the lights off.

“Goodnight, Buck.”

As you finally fall asleep you wonder at all if his room is actually warmer, or if it's just that he is in there.

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bucky-hues · 3 years

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sambucky fic recs

hellooo!! i've been wanting to do a sambucky fic rec, so i thought i'd do one for @fuckyeahsambucky ‘s fic yeah friday! here are some sambucky fics i love <3 do read the warnings on each fic!

one-shots

when i'm in a room with you (that missing piece is found) | @omg-just-peachy

sam x bucky

Three times Bucky falls asleep on Sam, and one time Sam asks why.

double dare | @omg-just-peachy

sam x bucky

Bucky follows his therapist’s advice to cultivate friendship, Sam makes him work for it, and by the time he’s sure they’re friends, Bucky has an entirely new problem on his hands.

press conference | @sammy-souffle

sam x bucky

Sam watches from a distance a journalist from Denver, Summer, puts her hand on Bucky’s arm and laughs at something he says. Her hand trails further up and squeezes his bicep which Bucky doesn’t seem to mind at all. If anything, he laughs along with her and leans in closer to her to say something. Sam closes his eyes briefly and swallows back his anger.

accidentally | @sammy-souffle

sam x bucky

x | @sammy-souffle

sam x bucky

request: during the time when sam is tracking bucky in romania, after sam and bucky get caught up in a fight against some hydra agents who were also tracking bucky

sam gets hurt and bucky feels guilty so he carries him inside to patch him up, they talk some stuff out, its all very intimate and both start to fall for each other a little

acquiring alpine | @sammy-souffle

sam x bucky

prompt: alpine being cute

x | @sammy-souffle (18+)

sam x bartender!bucky (modern au)

regrets | @sammy-souffle

sam x bucky

x | @jeffersonshattricks

sam x bucky

Bucky being completely oblivious that him and Sam have been dating for like 6 months and Bucky finally understands why Sam has been kissing him, sleeping in the bed with him, and being an all around sap with him.

reckless idiots tend to fall | @jeffersonshattricks

sam x bucky

Bucky and Sam are arguing cause Sam did something reckless on a mission and Bucky freaks out but oblivious Sam genuinely has no idea why. And then Bucky accidentally yells ‘because I love you’

tell me a secret | @jeffersonshattricks

sam x bucky

Every time Sam gets drunk he finds Bucky and asks him for a secret. Bucky always gives him one.

fucking ridiculous | @jeffersonshattricks

sam x bucky

Sam is pining and a bitter grumpy grump, Bucky is mostly oblivious but also pining. misunderstandings happen, feelings get hurt, people get hurt (like physically), and then confessions happen and all is well. yay! also the other avengers are just their nerdy selves for the most part!

come to the ocean, even when you're broken | @liminalmess

sam x bucky

“Bucky, hey, man, fancy meeting you here!” he said with an exaggerated enthusiasm that he probably knew would get under Bucky’s skin, clapping him on the shoulder as he sat down.

“I thought we were taking separate vacations,” Bucky grumbled back.

Or, in which Sam and Bucky go an accidentally not separate vacation to the Bahamas.

feelings | @yaksomins

sam x bucky (modern au)

sam crossed his arms and inspected the lobby. they were indeed the only people there, not including the few staff members seated at a table near a magenta-tinted arcade area with their noses buried in their phones.

"i think i can help with that," a voice said from behind sam.

sam turned and found himself face to face with the clerk they'd bought their tickets from earlier, the scruffy-looking man that seemed a little out of place amongst the younger staff. sam gave him a quick scan, his eyes catching the name plastered to his chest via a paper name tag, scribbled by hand using a marker.

"and what exactly can you do for us...bucky?" sam frowned. what kind of name was ‘bucky’?

"i can be your extra," he said, removing a hairband from his wrist and swiftly tying up his hair into a tidy bun. with more of him now visible, sam could get a better view of his face, all hard lines and soft eyes. "and it's a nickname," bucky added, smirking and moving past a puzzled sam towards the game room. "c'mon, let's suit up."

x | @yaksomins

sam x bucky

prompt: leaving each other notes

x | @yaksomins

sam x bucky

bucky takes sam for a ride on his motorcycle

i'll make this feel like home | @buckywilsonbarnes

sam x bucky

sambucky domestic fluff

x | @transjoaquintorres

sam x bucky

sam loves bucky's handwriting

just let me adore you | dharmainitiative (AO3)

sam x bucky

“Alright, what gives?” Sam demands. “Why do you turn down every single person I try to set you up with?”

He expects Bucky to avoid the question, come up with all sorts of excuses. What he doesn’t expect is for Bucky to start laughing.

“C’mon, Sam. Seriously?”

“Yes, seriously.”

“Sam,” Bucky finally says, slow and deliberate. “I’m not interested in anyone you’ve tried to set me up with because I’ve been gone on you for ages.”

watch your words | dancer_in_the_rain (AO3)

sam x bucky

sam insults bucky and then loses his shit when someone agrees with him

love, punch | @clintbartonswife

sam x bucky

Bucky can get protective, but Sam reminds him he doesn’t need to be defended - a confession is made

exchange rate | @joycesully

sam x bucky

Bucky's older memories are coming back, sometimes at the cost of more recent ones. What he cannot forget is tearing the wings off Sam Wilson. Too bad Bucky just let Steve talk him into staying with him and Sam. Consumed by guilt, the only thing Bucky knows to do by way of apology is to let Sam hurt him back. Fortunately, Sam has better ideas.

stubborn wounds | @constantwriter85

sam x bucky

When Bucky’s badly injured after trying to protect his partner, Sam realizes that he needs Bucky more than he’d care to admit.

nurturing | the_buzz (AO3)

sam x bucky (pre-slash)

Bucky isn't the only one who feels alone after coming back from the Blip.

keep the ashes from my heart (and walk away) | @coffeeinallcaps

sam x bucky

In which Sam starts dating someone who is not Bucky, and Bucky pines, gets seriously injured, and proves himself wrong.

you're blowin' my mind (with the things you say to me) | @jemgirl86

sam x bucky

After getting an earful from Bucky at the cookout, Sarah suggests Sam and Bucky have a chat... and they do.

(sometimes) all i think about is you | @softhauntedwinds

sam x bucky

Bucky discovers Sam Wilson's pre-blip media content and things escalate.

when the wheels come off (i'll be your spare) | @returnsandreturns

sam x bucky

“What, the government doesn’t pay you enough to buy some art?” Bucky asks, a minute after Sam lets him into his apartment, gesturing at the blank walls. “It still looks like you just moved in.”

“Uhm, I’ve been busy being a national treasure,” Sam says. “The government doesn’t pay you enough to buy a shirt that fits?”

Bucky glances down at his long sleeve t-shirt for a second before he looks back up with a grin.

“I’m just a part-timer,” he says, shrugging.

forever and a day | @returnsandreturns

sam x bucky

When he sets the needle, Ella Fitzgerald croons and he glances over to see Sam sitting up, looking interested as she sings it’s very clear. . .our love is here to stay.

Bucky can flirt and he can really tell that he’s still got it by the way Sam’s mouth drops open for a moment when he saunters up and offers a hand, smiling with all the potential of where this could lead and asking, “Care for a dance, doll?”

Sam stares up at him before he sighs and mutters, “Fuck, that’s really working for me somehow,” and lets Bucky pull him onto his feet and into his arm.

world's greatest uncle | @novembermurray

sam x bucky

Rhodes arrives in Delacroix to bring Sam up to speed on their newest mission and deliver the bad news: Bucky Barnes has gone AWOL. He's in for a few surprising discoveries.

panic | alienspronkles (AO3)

sam x bucky

When Sam and Bucky go to Sarah's place for a get together, Bucky's anxiety starts kicking in. And he's trying to hide it from everyone there.

series

sam and bucky first date 2: electric boogaloo | ObsessiveExplosion (AO3)

sam x bucky

Sam is gearing up to ask Bucky on their first date, but he is interrupted by a bullet wound to the shoulder.

sam and bucky go to a fourth of july party | ObsessiveExplosion (AO3)

sam x bucky

Sam and Bucky, recently engaged, make an appearance at the annual Delacroix Fourth of July Block Party, and Sam ends up partying a little too hard.

the gang navigates and airport | ObsessiveExplosion (AO3)

sam x bucky

Sam and Bucky have to navigate an unexpected layover on their way home from a mission, made more difficult by the fact that Bucky has just taken a sleeping pill designed for Super Soldiers.

he followed me home one day | AshaCrone (AO3)

sam x bucky (au)

He was supposed to be starting fresh.

Sam Wilson was moving from New York to Washington and picked the worst possible Friday to finish his move. But he does what he does best- stops to help.

And asks a passing stranger for a little muscle to get some trapped people out of a car. Feeds the stranger a protein bar.

Now a lost cyborg has followed him home. And he isn't quite sure what to do about it.

#sambucky fic #sam x bucky #sam wilson x bucky barnes #sambucky #fysbfriday #fysambuckyweek

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navybrat817 · 2 years

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Short haired Bucky's on your mind lately? Alright.

He has been, lovely. 🔥 The urge to say either "yes, sir" or "make me" just to see how our grump will react. 😏

Love and thanks! ❤️

#navybrat answers #gif ask #thirst ask #bucky barnes #bucky barnes ask #bucky with the short hair #please sir #yes sir #make me #to brat or not to brat #that is the question #my body is ready #need to stay limber #hiddles and skittles #sending love ❤️#asks are always appreciated

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slothspaghettiwrites · 2 years

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Oh, a follow up thot for our dear centaur and his little slut... (pls don't get annoyed with all my asks)

Steve, or someone idk, being slightly surprised that they banged on day one and our dear little slut just shrugging like 'I fuck on the first date' and Sam being like 'I'm getting you a t-shirt that says that.'

T-shirt ends up saying 'I fucked on the first date' with a pic of a centaur under it (or on the back). 😁

100% Steve, Sam, and Bucky meet up for a beer later that week. You're busy or something, so can't join. But you do have plans with Bucky that weekend... sexy ones.

But Bucky is just talking about how great you are, can't fucking get over it, the man is glowing. Steve is astonished that after he and Sam left things went so well. He's extremely happy of course, because it's good to see Bucky like his old self again. He just can't really figure out what happened between dinner and now. Of course every so often, Bucky is checking his phone and responding to texts that he can only assume are from you, but Steve is really just astonished.

It's not until Sam goes, "that hoe fucked grump right outta ya" that he understand. And it takes several good thwacks to his back to get Steve to stop coughing and spluttering.

"Sam!"

"What?! You told me to set Bucky up with someone nice and easy."

#sloth asks #anarchistbeauty #centaur!bucky barnes

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mellowpiepizzalamp · 2 years

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Coming home

Summary: Bucky’s coming home from Wakanda, it’s a surprise

Pairing: Bucky Barnes X F!Reader

Warnings: Fluff, my rubbish writing (it’s a warning)

Word count: ~1500 words

“y/n wake up, go to bed.” She opened her eyes and looked into a pair of striking blue ones, just not the ones she missed.

“I can’t sleep Steve,” she murmured groggily.

“Well, you seemed pretty much asleep on the couch a moment ago.” She wiggled around on the couch, trying to find a good position to drift off again in.

“y/n talk to me, please?” he asked.

“No.” she sighed.

“Then listen,” he said and sat next to her curled up form.

“Like I have a choice.”

“Yes you do, you can walk away, but I’ll follow you everywhere except if you go to bed,” he said.

“I know you’re having a rough time right now, but the team and I are worried about you. You go to your room every night and say you’ll go to sleep, but you don’t. We installed bed checks for a reason, but as soon as we did it I find you on the couch thirty minutes later. You’re like a 25-year-old teenager.” He gave her a stern, but worried look.

“Well at least I was a teenager five years ago and not 90 years ago,” she said with a nasty glare.

“Well if I’m such a bitch why don’t you go and leave too?” she snapped.

“y/n calm down, you know he didn’t leave because of you,” Steve said and was cautious to put his hand on her knee.

“I know, I’m sorry. Shouldn't have said that but you are old,” she said with a slight grin.

“Theoretically, basically I’m still 27.”

“Wouldn’t be so sure about that Steve, is that a grey hair I see there?” she laughed.

“Good to have you back grump,” he smiled.

They sat in silence together, but it made room for her self destructive thoughts again and tears started to well in her eyes.

“C’mere, it’s going to be okay,” he soothed and gently let her come in for a hug.

“I just wish he’d come back, soon,” she sniffed. The two eventually fell asleep like that and when Steve’s natural clock woke him up, he walked you to your room and put you to bed before going for the rest of his routine.

***

Three weeks after that, the two-year mark hit of Bucky’s ‘trip’ to Wakanda and it totally threw y/n off again.

Since then, Tony had come up with a plan to fix her sleep schedule with melatonin, first building it up and falling into a rhythm, then gradually taking less and less while keeping the rhythm. It worked.

But now y/n had just woken up and wasn’t even dressed. She’d just opened her eyes before stepping onto the cold floor while looking for her fuzzy socks.

She fixed the twisted flannel bottoms and old shirt she wore and shoved her glasses onto her nose before walking downstairs with her hair still a literal mess.

The team was used to it by now and she didn’t really give a shit anymore. She got greeted with good mornings from the team, but she only replied when she had her first sip of coffee.

Nat had prepared it for her as usual, it was a simple thing she did for y/n as she really felt for her. Plus she was nothing without her coffee in the morning and Nat knew that as they grew really close over time. y/n wasn’t part of the team, at least, she didn’t go on missions.

She was actually a teacher but lived at the compound because of Bucky and it was actually closer to her school. She heavily overslept but it was a Friday and that was her day off.

Out of the whole team she was closest to Steve, Sam and Nat, and Bucky of course but again, he wasn’t here. Wanda and Vision recently moved out and lived in their own home nearby.

Pepper and Tony didn’t live here either but were still over most of the time due to obvious reasons. But today it was just Nat, Steve, Sam, Clint, Bruce, Rhodes and surprisingly Peter.

The tension was high in the room as everyone was looking at her with a grin that hid something but didn’t give away anything.

“What?” she asked.

“Nothing,” Nat said and elbowed Sam who was starting to snort. y/n just rolled her eyes and started to prepare her breakfast.

She made her famous eggs, famous for them being delicious and everyone’s favourite. She put them on toast with raw salmon, chives, and some other special, and secret, herbs.

She plated the four toasts, knowing she wouldn’t eat them all herself, and walked over to the table with the book she was reading. Nat sat next to her and without looking up she handed half of a toast to her, knowing she was ogling her eggs.

“You’re a goddess,” she said and kissed her cheek before biting down on the eggs.

“Thanks, beautiful,” he winked. Nat grinned at his actions and shook her head before continuing on with her eggs. She eventually was left with one toast left, as she gave a whole one to Steve and his “I need more food than a normal person” excuse.

After breakfast, she graded some papers before she was dragged away from her desk by Sam and Nat and blindfolded.

“Guys, can I take this damn thing off? I can barely walk properly when I can see.” Nat held her arm to guide her outside where they waited as one of Tony’s new jets landed almost silently and Nat took off the blindfold.

About thirty meters away the jet landed with the opening facing the compound. The plank lowered and revealed Bucky with the rest of the team.

He looked so good, his hair was up in a bun and he wore dark wash jeans, a tight t-shirt with a leather jacket. Overall he looked healthy and happy as he saw his team. y/n covered her mouth as tears welled in her eyes.

Bucky started to walk down towards them and y/n got a little push from the whole team behind her, softly saying “go” before she started walking. She walked before she started running as Bucky opened his arms and she jumped into them, clinging on like a koala.

His strong arms wrapped around her tightly, his knees got weak from being with her again and he knelt to the ground. They cried of happiness and held on like they’d lose each other if they’d let go.

“I missed you,” they said along with other loving praises. The rest of the team joined the team one by one as they made the big group hug.

“Welcome home Buck,” Steve said with a smile on his face as he walked inside with his best friend finally under his arm after two years.

“It’s good to be home,” Bucky smiled and walked over to his beloved spot on the giant sofa he claimed long before he went away.

Bucky smiled at her from the sofa as Nat, Clint, Rhodes and Sam sat down on the sofa. Bruce patted her head with his giant hand before sitting down in his personal chair. It was bigger, stronger than Bruce’s.

Bucky stood up to comfort her with a kiss, but Steve spread his arms with a playful grin on his face. Bucky recognised it immediately as it was the one they shared in the 20s and 30s before playfighting.

Bucky grinned back and did a few swerves before Steve ‘attacked’. They ended on the ground, trying to pin one another down.

The others watched with amusement because except for a few, the two have rarely fought in front of them. It ended with Bucky pinning Steve down.

“You're getting old Steve,” he grinned.

“Excuse me but you're more than a year older than me,” Steve clapped back.

“I missed this,” Steve sighed and helped Steve get up.

“What straddling Bucky?” Sam asked as he and Nat threw suggestive looks. As Steve started to argue with the two, Bucky leaned down to your ear whispering

“I know for a fact, you do it better,” and dragged you away from the crowd.

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shreddedparchment · 4 years

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A World of Our Own Pt.07

Decrepit Old Grump

9/29/2020

Pairing: Bucky x Reader Word Count: 5,510

Warnings: language, smut, fluff, angst

A/N: Y’all, I have not edited this chapter much at all. I edited the first part and that’s about it. I’m too tired to edit and I may come back and edit later but I didn’t want to make y’all wait anymore as I already made y’all wait a long time before I came back to it. I’m sorry if it stinks. <3 If you happen to reblog, thanks so much for helping me spread my work. xoxo

Bucky is gutted.

He can feel the weight of his guilt growing as you sit there on the beach staring out at the crashing waves, sky turning an inky purple where it kisses the sea as the sun sets.

Your skin is enveloped by ocean wind, briny and thick it coats you with sea salt making you sticky with its humidity.

In this light, you’re glowing. A beauty. With tears slowly rolling across one cheek then the other as your sorrow wounds you repeatedly. Over and over you play it all in your head. Remembering the sounds of the chopper, the violent swish of tall grass and palms, gunpowder saturating the air as he lays on the ground and you panic over him pressing your hands against his wound.

Reaching up, he feels the spot, pressing his palm flat against the spot now healed and only a little sore.

The slump of your shoulders, the dead weight of your hands as they rest at your sides on the sand without moving, Bucky can see it all from where he stands by the hut.

You’ve given up. All hope gone. Not only are you stuck here on this island forever, but you were betrayed by Ryan.

Someone that Bucky suddenly wonders might have meant more to you than he realized. A real spark.

Of course, Bucky knows that you love him. It’s in your eyes, or it was before you were both permanently marooned here because of him—this is all his fault after all.

Still, maybe you cared more for Ryan than you were willing to admit? Could you have loved him too?

The two of you had been close. Despite your suspicions, your gentle guarding against him, could your spark have turned into real feelings?

Bucky hates this thing, this oozing pit of green sludge he knows is jealousy.

He knows he shouldn’t feel it. This is bigger than who anyone might be attached to emotionally or attracted to physically. This is life and death.

With being left here, all hopes of a real future are gone.

No jobs. No family. No friends. No children…Why had he gone and told you he wanted to have them with you?

How much must that be hurting you now?

Idiot.

Of course, with you hating him now, maybe the very thought of having kids with him is repulsive? He’d never been able to see himself as a father before you. Maybe this is all for the best? No matter how much it hurts to think.

He hesitates, waiting to see if you’ll turn or rise. You haven’t eaten all day and he knows its depression keeping you anchored here to this beach. A final depression. Dark and consuming.

However, he also knows that despite your giving up, even now your eyes scan the horizon for possible ships. Not in hope, merely habit.

When you continue not to move, he breathes in deep to gather his courage and moves towards you slowly.

You don’t even twitch at the sound of his approach.

You don’t even care that he’s there. Do you?

You’ve been so distant since Ryan left, sleeping in his now empty room on the floor. Bucky was willing to give you space at first.

How you must not be able to look at him…

The pit in his stomach widens, bringing with it painful aches of missing you pressed into his side. He misses the smell of your skin and the touch of your lips against his throat when you’d wake up in the middle of the night, searching for comfort.

He's lost you and he has only himself to blame.

However, whether you hate him or not, he can’t let you keep neglecting yourself the way you have. He can’t keep his distance anymore. Not completely.

He’s still responsible for keeping you alive, even more so with Ryan’s deception.

He'll force you if he has to. He needs you. Even if you can never love him again, he needs to see, hear, and know that you’re well.

~~~~~~~~~~

The hiss of the sand as he walks to you is soft with deliberate steps taken towards you then he stops.

Beside you, Bucky crouches and he penetrates your peripherals, filing you with wretched agony at the scowl in place on his beautiful face.

That face had smiled at you once. Kissed you. Assured you of safety. Loved you.

Now…how can he not despise you after your misguided trust?

How can he not hate you for your reckless friendship with that stupid man. You’re so angry at him you can’t even think his name.

You don’t want to remember him, but your heart will not let you forget.

You’d thought it so many times. So often. He’s a good man. A good father. He’s my friend and he’d never do anything to hurt us.

How very wrong you’d been. How foolish and trusting and generally stupid.

“Get up.” Bucky orders, his voice hard like it had once been so long ago when he’d dragged you up from the beach and through the trees where he’d put the fuselage.

You thought you’d heard the last of that voice. If he hates you, you suppose it makes sense that he’d adopt it once again. Why would he speak with love to you when he clearly can’t trust you or your judgement?

It hurts to hear his dislike of you, you can’t bear to see it to. So, you keep your eyes trained on the horizon, looking at nothing.

You don’t answer him either. This upsets him.

“You can’t keep ignoring me. And you can’t keep sitting here, crying your eyes out, not eating.” He huffs, gets to his feet and towers over you, legs spread slightly as he waits for you to look at him maybe, hands flexing in and out of fists.

What does he want from you? How can he expect you to respond to him when he’s like this after months of feeling his love?

He hadn’t even stopped you when you came back to the hut and told him you were going to sleep in the other room.

“Whatever you want.” He’d said in monotone, sitting stiff by the fire after you’d just cleaned, stitched, and dressed his wound.

He let you go; let you sleep away from him. You’d almost hoped he’d ask you back into your room, but he didn’t, and you weren’t bold enough to ask to come back when he so clearly didn’t want you.

“This isn’t helping anyone, Y/N. Get up.” Bucky chastises, driving a nail through your heart with every stern word. “Are you seriously just going to sit there?”

Your lips twitch tempted to shout at him to leave you alone. Very nearly you look up at him and yell at him to let you starve and die because that would leave him unburdened and free of you. But you picture it, his face, all scowly and angry. A hate in those steel ice eyes that had once overflowed with adoration and love.

No, you can’t look at him. It’ll break your heart more than it already does to wake up in the mornings without him at your side.

You mash your lips together, refusing to answer him and tilt your chin up in defiance.

It happens so quickly and you’re all of a sudden upside down, or…close to it.

Bucky swoops down and grabs you, tossing you over his shoulder and you’re not sure how he does it but he won’t let go and he doesn’t seem to have trouble lifting you—he pulled a literal piece of a plane inland so why would he?—as he turns and marches towards the tree line.

“Bucky! Let me go!” You scream, startled as you bounce against his back.

Trying desperately to find a hold on something, you push yourself against his waist but your hands keep slipping over his hips where you finally take hold of the loops of his jeans and use them to anchor yourself so that you’re not bobbing up and down as much.

“Bucky please-” You begin, an attempt to plead with him because this is the closest you’ve been to him in a month and you can smell him. The heat he radiates, just a bit hotter than normal, penetrates every fiber of clothing you’re wearing.

“I don’t know where the hell you got the idea that this behavior is alright. You want to starve yourself? You do it once I’m dead. Do you have any idea what you look like? What you smell like?” Bucky argues, strutting faster as he swerves between the trees.

The embarrassment you feel overwhelms you into silence because you don’t know what you look like or what you smell like. It must not be good if it’s made Bucky this angry. You feel shame suddenly that the man you love is seeing you like this.

For it to get so bad that he breaks whatever distance he’d wanted to keep between the two of you, it must be disgusting.

Your heart is suddenly thrumming for a whole new reason, and you’re very aware of how close to your butt Bucky’s face must be and with his enhanced senses, just how well he must be able to smell.

“Bucky put me down.” You squirm, pushing against him and pulling yourself up enough to grip his shoulders and hold yourself up a little straighter as the fear in you builds.

His arms only tighten around your legs and waist, refusing to loosen his grip as he continues to march forward.

“Bucky…” You push against him harder, a frenzy taking you over as you kick and squirm, hoping to maybe knock him off balance but instead he stops and suddenly, you’re weightless.

You fall for what feels like forever as your face is overtaken with shock. You see his frown as you fall, his eyes boring into yours until you hit water and sink down into cool green waters.

You gasp, swallowing water but quickly find your footing and push yourself up from the floor of what you realize is the bathing pool that Bucky had rebuilt closer to the hut.

You gasp and choke as you surface, eyes wide with panic as you push the water out of your face and try to catch your breath.

“You wanna let yourself fall apart, you do it on the other side of the island where I can’t watch you do it, because I won’t sit here and put up with it, Y/N. I can’t.” Bucky points at you, his finger firm.

“What the fuck, Bucky?!” You gasp, still wheezing from swallowing water.

“I get that this isn’t exactly an ideal situation.” He starts, pacing a step away from you before coming right back up to the lip of that pool and presses his hand to his chest. “I’m not innocent. I’ve been paying for the crimes I’ve committed ever since Steve pulled me back from the brink and I know that I’ve done a lot of wrong since. Getting you stranded here on this island…if I could take it back, I would. If I could fix it so that you weren’t on that plane when they blew it up, I would do it in a heartbeat.

“I get that this is my fault. I understand that them wanting me dead has put you in this fucked up situation, stuck here with no possible escape, and hate me if you want to. That’s fine, I’m used to it. I get it if you never want to speak to me again, but please stop neglecting yourself. If you want to punish me, I’ll think of some other way for you to do it, but please…please don’t make me the reason you die here because I couldn’t stand it, Y/N. I’ll find you a way off of this place.

“I’ll build a raft or a bigger fire or…I’ll think of something, just…I need you to eat something. I need you to take care of yourself. I need you to care. Don’t let what I did hurt you more than I already have.

“I’ll fix this. I promise. Alright?” He’s still fierce in his words, but slowly his anger has receded into begging.

Before you stands a desperate man, asking you to keep living and all you can think about is one thing.

“I…” You swallow hard, fighting the knots in your stomach and the aching squeeze of your heart as a fleeting hope takes shine within it. “I don’t hate you, Bucky.”

The words are mostly air, still too stunned by his speech and certain parts of it in particular to catch your breath fully from the sudden dunk into very cool water.

He takes a breath, staring at you as you look at his feet, shaking your head before finally meeting his eyes.

You blink against the water still dripping down from your hair into them and wipe at the drops that get trapped in your lashes.

“What?” He asks, his own voice rising in pitch in confusion.

“I don’t hate you.” You repeat, this time strongly with a voice so clear that the birds making nest for the night go quiet. “I could never hate you. How could you even think that?”

You lick your lips, wiping more water away from you face while Bucky stares at you, blinking as he processes the words you’ve spoken. It’s clear in his expression the flurry of thoughts that must be speeding through his mind.

“But you moved out of ro-” He begins, but you don’t let him finish, wrapping your arms around yourself to battle the chill that’s begun to set in.

“Because I thought that you were angry with me…because I trusted him. I kept insisting that he was our friend and I was so…so stupid for believing him.” Your voice breaks, pent up sorrow breaking through as you look away from him because you can’t bear to see the look of disappointment on his face when you admit your crimes.

He says nothing.

“If I’d been more careful maybe we might have noticed something sooner? If I hadn’t been so won over by the story of his kid or the way that he pretended to be nice, I’m sorry, Bucky. I’m sorry that I didn’t-”

There’s a splash and you blink against the rush of water. You have no time to search for the source because he’s there, in front of you, his hands wiping away the water from your cheeks.

He presses himself so close that there isn’t a part of you that isn’t touching him. You tilt your head to look at him, meet his eye and see a desperation in his own as his lips curl into a small sad smile. His eyes are soft, his brow is raised at the center as he drinks in your own expression of surprise.

“You really don’t hate me?” He wonders, voice soft and sweet and full of fading anguish.

“No.” You nearly sob, shaking your head as much as you can in his vice-like hold. “I could never hate you, Bucky. I’ve told you before. You’re my hero. My savior in more ways than one stupid. I love you.”

He closes the distance between you, fierce hungry lips painfully pressed to yours until he gets his fill then pulls back to sweep more water away from your cheeks.

“I’m not angry.” He whispers, reaching down to wrap his right arm around you. “I could never be angry with you for seeing the good in people. How can I when that’s what made you dumb enough to love me?”

You laugh, ecstatic and slightly insulted. “Did you just call me dumb?”

“Fuck yeah, I did.” Bucky shakes his head. “Stupid, lovable, dummy. You’re a hothead too. I hate that in a woman.”

His teasing fills your belly with butterflies and sweet warm tumbles.

You laugh again, then reach behind his neck to pull him down for another kiss, this time holding it for longer as you let your lips meld with his. Soft and fluid as a month’s worth of insecurity washes away in the water of the pool.

He sighs, angling your head with his metal hand as he parts his own lips and the heat of his breath parts your own. He deepens the kiss and you welcome him, a small whimper breaking the silence as you melt against his chest.

He pulls back to tilt his head the other way, “Will you come sleep in our bed now?” He asks, before meeting your lips again.

You nod.

“Mmmph.” He moans, pushing you back until you hit the pool’s wall.

He nudges your legs open and you lift yourself easily in the water and wrap them around his waist as he presses in against you, flesh hand sliding down to your bottom to grab a firm hold.

You break the kiss, gasping as his lips drift to your neck until a sudden flash draws your eyes upwards followed by a sudden boom.

Bucky pulls back, staring up at the sky with you.

“This’ll hit in half an hour.” Bucky guesses, and you know it might hit sooner.

“Bad?” You wonder, dropping back down to your feet as you continue to stare at the canopy as it begins to sway more strongly as the wind picks up.

“Bad enough.” Bucky frowns. “I need to go get the tools secured in the hut and check the nets.”

“I’ll help.” You offer and begin to move around him, but he turns back to you, planting you firmly against the wall.

“No. I wasn’t lying when I said you need a bath. You don’t stink as bad as I made it seem, but you haven’t been taking care of yourself, kitten. I’m not okay with what.” He’s stern again but this time, you can’t blame him.

“I’m sorry.” You allow, feeling shame once again for your inability to be strong through this.

“Don’t be.” He shakes his head. “This isn’t your fault. Or mine. We’re just here and we lost our way for a bit. I should have spoken up sooner. We’ll do better, right?”

You nod, eager to move on from this hiccup. “I’ll do better.”

“We’ll do better, Y/N.” He corrects, reaching up to caress your head. “There should still be some soap in the basket. I’ll bring you a change of clothes.”

He pulls himself out of the pool, untying the basket where you keep the soap you’d made up in the branches of a tree away from where animals might find them. He places it beside the edge and as another flash fills the sky, he hurries back towards the beach to prepare for the coming storm.

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The hut shakes, a charge fills the air, and you sit up gasping. Clutching the thing almost worn blanket close, you turn your head this way and that, searching for the chopper.

“Hey, it’s okay.” Warm arms wrap around your shoulders, pull you closer as the thunder rumbles into nothing.

The rain is still pelting the outside of the hut, a constant stream of white noise as rain and wind thrash the beach and your island home.

The storm has gotten worse over the past few hours, the waves are loud and chaotic, rising higher than they’ve risen since you’ve been here. The beach and campfire where you usually sit and cook are under water.

Bucky building the hut on stilts has paid off and you curl into him as he drags you back down to lay in the plane cushion bed.

“It’s alright, it’s just the storm.” He promises, still half asleep.

You turn towards him, wrapping your arms around him, placing your palm flat against his chest.

“The storm.” You repeat, still mostly asleep yourself.

As your heart begins to slow, you reach up to trace the shape of his ear, slipping your hands up into his hair you pull him down for a kiss.

He gives it to you, his lips gentle and coaxing as he responds eagerly to the attention.

“Bucky…” You fret, thunder overhead shaking the hut once more as lightning flashes and illuminates the inside of the room.

The sky is a black void of weather, scary and unyielding as mother nature asserts her dominance over both your lives.

“It’s okay…” He promises, traces the curve of your body from hip to shoulder, then back down to your hip.

You snuggle closer, pulling him down for another kiss and this one he holds, his tongue slipping past your lips.

Toes curling, you sigh, pushing yourself up over him for only a second before he rolls you onto your back.

Already mostly naked, Bucky pushes his briefs down then pulls your panties aside and without hesitation pushes into you, stretching your heated cunt with his thick throbbing cock.

Both of you freeze, feeling each other for the first time as the sky flashes and thunders.

His mouth finds yours swallowing your moan as you both give in consequences be damned because you’re both here. You’re stuck, deserted, with no hope of rescue and you love him so much.

He thrusts into you, burying himself deep.

It’s a hazy dream, the pleasure his body pulls from you, until he’s pushing your legs open wide and you obey because you want him closer, deeper.

Suddenly the world is crystal clear. Sharp and detailed and you can feel the tip of his cock sliding against the walls of your cunt, prodding and sliding making your legs quiver and flex.

“More…” You beg, hands raking against taut shoulders, tracing cool metal. “…Bucky…”

He pushes himself onto his knees, angling himself up further until he’s mounted you and you’re trapped in the cage of his arms.

He grunts, driving you mad with the sounds he’s making because they’re better than anything you could have dreamt up.

You pull him down until he’s got his full weight on you, crushing you down as his hips continue to thrust.

The wind grows more violent, the rain falls harder. The lightning feels endless and the thunder never stops but you hear none of it as Bucky’s lips kiss your neck, his tongue tracing circles before his teeth bite into your throat.

The heat in your belly swells over, down into your hips and pelvis and your body is overwhelmed with pleasure. Toes curled, arms locked around Bucky’s shoulders, you stop breathing.

Bucky keeps pumping, drilling into you faster as he chases his own release then he stutters, hips clapping against your thighs as he spills into you, grunting with every thrust.

He doesn’t stop. He won’t stop. Even when he’s finished, his lips trail across your skin, searching for more.

He reaches down and pushes the bottom of your shirt all the way up, exposing one breast which he takes into his mouth, nibbling gently.

“More?” He checks, moving to the other, never once pulling away.

“Never stop.” You hope, pushing him until he’s on his back.

As you settle over him, hands pressed against his chest, he licks his lips and traces your sides. Stopping at your hips, he licks his lips in anticipation.

~~~~~~~~~~

“Bucky!” You call, searching the beach in the distance, too tired to walk all the way out to the nets.

“Yeah?” He calls back, his shout distant enough that you know he’s in the water just beyond the rocks.

“Lunch is ready. Come eat before it gets cold.”

“Let me just finish with this trap.”

“Okay but hurry up.” You relent, knowing that he won’t come until he’s satisfied.

You move the fish away from the flame, careful and quick as they’re hot. Placing the extras on one of the trays you’d salvaged way back when from the plane, you move to take your usual seat beside the fire.

Ten months.

It’s been ten months of being stranded on the island. The two made bearable by the fact that Ryan’s betrayal had helped you and Bucky push into a new stage of intimacy.

You have sex often. Maybe not everyday as sometimes you’re both too exhausted to do more than sleep, but often enough that you’ve begun to wonder if you’ve made the right choice to give in.

There is no doubt in your mind that should a baby come, you and the child would be safe and well kept with Bucky at your side. Although the fear still lingers that something could go wrong, with either you or the baby, you’re sure that if you weren’t around to care for it, Bucky would do an amazing job as protector and keeper.

He doesn’t talk about it, but you know he, like you, wonders.

You’d stopped having regular periods well before you and Bucky began to have sex, so there would be no real way for you to know until you got big enough to show.

With a sigh, you push these thoughts away. This worry is only one of many and there are others much more important than a possible child.

With the storms getting worse, and hurricane season almost over, Bucky is sure that the island will see one more storm before it’s really over.

The idea of being caught in more scary weather fills your tummy with big bats and you want to forget the worry almost as soon as you remember it.

You unwrap your fish and pull it apart, careful to avoid the bones as you pick it to pieces and begin to eat.

You’re almost halfway through when Bucky finally settles in across from you, sighing with relief as he smiles and reaches for his plate.

“Everything good with the nets?” You check, mouth full of fish.

“Yeah, they’re fine. Just had to cast it out a little farther. Season’s changing so we might have to look for new fishing spots.” He explains and tears into his fish hungrily.

“We need to find more boar.” You sigh, pulling more bones from your fish. “We need the protein.”

He meets your gaze, blinking slowly as he watches you eat before nodding.

Neither of you has to vocalize your worry about protein and your health in case of a pregnancy.

“I think I spotted some yuca root on the far side of the island too. Some nopal and jícama too. We’ve been eating a lot of fruit; we’ll need to mix in some vegetables…for…it’ll be good for you.” He smiles, trying so hard to be relaxed.

“Vegetables…” You lament, moaning with desire for the long-forgotten tastes.

“I know. I’d love some good french fries.”

“Oh my-why would you bring up french fries?!”

Bucky chuckles. “Sorry. Just popped in there.”

Nervously, you lick your lips of the flavor of fish and set aside your leaf and tray.

“Bucky?”

“Yeah?” He doesn’t look up, focused instead on his food.

“We should make plans, just in case.”

“Not yet.” He sighs, the corners of his mouth curving down.

“We need to.”

“Not yet.” He insists.

“Bucky.” You press.

“Damn it, Y/N,” He looks up at you, shaking his head in resistance. “Not yet.”

“We have to, babe.” You smile sadly, shrugging your shoulders. “You may not want to think about it, but we have to. We gave in and with that comes the chance that the two of us could turn into three and we can’t afford to put this off. If something happens to me while I’m giving birth-”

“Okay!” He cuts you off, nodding. His eyes a little wild as he thinks quicky. “I agree, we need to make plans, but right now I’m not worried about what could happen in months. I need to find the caves Ryan was talking about and take some rations over there so that we have somewhere to go when this hurricane inevitably hits.”

“It might not come.” You argue, more hopeful than right.

“It will.” Bucky assures you. “And I can’t afford to get distracted until we’ve gotten all that setup. We will have this conversation just not yet. Okay? I know you’re worried. So am I.”

“And excited?” You check, a little timidly because yes, although you’re worried, you can’t deny the appeal that having Bucky’s baby holds.

A little one running around that looks like him? Sounds like him? The baby could very well look like you and sound like you too and that wouldn’t be so bad, but a little Bucky is too appealing not to hope for.

Bucky leans towards you, reaching to place his hand over yours as his eyes soften. “Of course, kitten. Yes, I’m excited too. It would be much sooner than I was hoping but I meant it when I said that I wanted this with you.”

Relief washes over you and you’re able to relax a little.

“But we’ll have time for that after I make sure I have somewhere safe for us to go.” He takes his hand back, focusing on his food once again.

You allow him to eat in silence for a bit, leaning back against the palm log as you watch the horizon with unfocused eyes.

A terrible thought has been growing in your mind for a while now. A thought you’ve been too scared to speak aloud for fear of robbing Bucky of his hope. The more determined he gets though you know you can’t avoid it any longer.

“Bucky?”

“Hm?”

“Bucky what if he lied about that too?” You try to subdue your fear as best you can, but you know you can’t hide it all. “What if he was dropped off on the island at some point and then came and joined us as the co-pilot-”

No, wait. You do remember seeing him on the plane though. He really was the co-pilot. Still…

“What if he jumped out and got picked up and then sent back to make sure you were dead? What if there are no caves? What if there’s nowhere safe on the island to sit through a stronger hurricane than the one when we crashed here?”

“The mountains on the other side of the island are large and they go on for almost the entire shoreline. Even if he made up his caves, I’m sure there are some. There has to be.” Bucky insists, determination invigorating his voice. “I’ll find us somewhere safe, kitten. I promise.”

“You’ve been promising me somewhere safe since we landed here. I’m starting to think you mean it.” You tease and hope it’s enough to draw a smile after the cloud you just summoned.

Lucky you, it works, and Bucky huffs a small laugh.

“I love you.” He tells you, voice low and soft.

“I love you, too.”

As the two of you stupidly get lost in each other’s eyes, the sudden sound of a voice echoes in the heated air.

You can’t make out what it says, but it’s clear though distant.

Both your faces are overcome with confusion as you continue to stare at each other.

“What was that?” You wonder, and Bucky shakes his head.

The voice is louder this time, still unintelligible but still clear enough to be a voice.

Bucky suddenly bolts up, turning and running down along the beach from where he’d come.

“Bucky?” You hurry up, chasing after him.

He stops suddenly and squints towards the rocks that jut out into the water blocking the side of the island where you have the nets set up.

“What is it?” You gasp, tired from the run to keep up.

“Shh.” Bucky orders and you swallow hard, trying desperately to quiet your breathing.

“Can anyone hear me?” The voice says, deep and easy. “I am looking for a decrepit old man, probably grumpy. Most definitely surly and usually wearing a frown. Long hair. Needs a cut. Worse looking than me.”

From around the rocks comes a boat, a small vessel meant to travel from a larger ship to land. On it is a whole crew of marines. At the bow holding a steel gray megaphone to his lips is a handsome black man, sturdily built wearing a familiar red and gray suit.

“Bucky…” You gasp, your heart nearly seizing as your brain tries to process the fact that there is a boat full of soldiers right offshore.

“Sam?” Bucky whispers, too shocked to speak any louder.

As this Sam spots the two of you, he breaks into a smile and drops the megaphone to slap against his thigh. He’s ecstatic to see Bucky and when he lifts the megaphone back to his mouth, he laughs once.

“You are a pain in my ass, Barnes.” Sam says, smirking at him from the boat as it stops far enough out that it’ll be an easy swim to reach them. “Why am I always looking for you and why can’t you make it easier? I’m putting a chip in your ass as soon as we get back home.”

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tatestripedsweater · 3 years

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Polyamorous Relationship with Sam and Bucky (Male!Reader) HC

Pride Month Post - Feel free to request for LGBTQ+ this month

The amount of sarcasm you get of both Sam and Bucky is out of this world, without some sarcasm and sass the relationship wouldn’t be as fun as it is.

“Buck and Sam, you’re some might fine looking men!” The compliments you give the two make Bucky go extremely bashful and Sam smirk.

Usually waking them up with breakfast as they sometimes forget to eat and you’re met with “Well, what’s cooking good looking?”

Sam wears an apron that has “Kiss the chef.” And expects both you and Bucky to kiss him. He gets jokingly offended when one of you or either of you don’t.

You all share one another’s clothes, if you’re a different size to them then they insist on getting you the clothes. Surprising you with new shirts and trousers, asking which one did better.

Bucky letting you or Sam do his hair since he’ll often shake his head, run his hands through it and call it ‘styled’.

Sam likes getting his back massaged after a mission, Bucky playfully calls him high maintenance but you don’t mind treating one of your men.

If anyone ever flirts with you in public, no matter the gender, the two will interject with a hint of jealousy in their voices.

“ ^ “What you doing looking at our man?” - Sam would have narrowed eyes, be more intimidating than your used too.

^ “He’s taken, now scram.” - Bucky, he would say it with a slight glare since he gets easily jealous. More so than Sam.

When your boys are away on missions they make sure to call you along with video messages or FaceTime. Always keeping you updated but sometimes lying about their safety.

You and Sam playing pranks on Bucky which results in him either being a grump, or getting his own ‘revenge’ on the two of you when you least expect it.

Photos of you three are on each of your phone wallpapers: Bucky’s is three of you on a date, Sam is the three of you at an amusement park wearing silly costumes (and a very grumpy Buck as you made him wear Mickey Mouse Ears), and yours is the three of you cuddled up in bed.

^ They know how worried you get so they tell little white lies. Sometimes you catch them out, to which they stutter and deny lying to you since they know they’d be in big trouble.

But when they do get home from a mission then the three of you cuddle one another, it’s almost like a group hug. Except they never want to let go of you. Ever.

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Hi Jo, can you write an enemies to lovers trope with bucky x reader where they have to work undercover as a married couple? Like some fluffy-smutty thing.♡

I know you wrote the same trope long time ago, but I'm such a wh*re for this trope and you're one of my favourite writers out here.

The Perfect Match

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Word Count: 2,947

Summary: You and Bucky have been undercover as a married couple for months and he's grumpy and you're maybe slightly annoying but you make it work for the mission but what happens when the truth finally comes out...

Author's Note: Hi lovely!!! Thank you so much for this request! Enemies to lovers is such a fun trope! I went a bit overboard with this one and the end went in a specific direction because I got a request for the reader professing their love for Bucky at his bed side after an injury. Also, my friend @hiddles-and-skittles sent me a super cute ask about this amazing coffee mug and I even threw that in! I tied it all together-hopefully well enough haha I hope you enjoy and thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤❤❤ Jobean divider by the lovely @imerdwarf and line dividers by the lovely @skylightlantern

Warnings: Grumpy Bucky, teasing, banter, flirting, sexual tension, cursing, light dirty talk, smut (fingering), violence (I don't go into detail much), mentions of blood, soft fluffy love...IT'S A ROLLERCOASTER RIDE! (That you must be 18+ or older to ride, thanks!)

Gif not mine: Credit goes to @buckysbarnes thank you so much 🥰

The warm morning sunshine wakes you from sleep and you stretch out on the bed before throwing your feet over the edge and grabbing your robe. You can already smell the uplifting aroma of coffee and you start to move faster, already looking forward to enjoying a cup.

When you walk into the kitchen you spot Bucky at the counter, his gaze focused on his phone and his coffee cup in hand.

“Morning Buck,” you chime. “Is there enough for me?”

He doesn’t look your way and instead turns his coffee cup around, the large block letters spelling out “NO,” now facing you.

“Ugh Barnes. You are such a fucking grump, especially in the morning,” you huff. “Are you for real? No more coffee?”

He doesn’t answer so you stomp over to the machine and see that there is in fact more. You grab a mug and fill it, throwing him a dirty look before you open the front door and go out to sit on the porch swing.

You’re almost done with your coffee when Bucky comes out, sitting down next to you and pushing off the porch with his foot to move the swing. He elbows you lightly, smiling and turning his empty mug around to show you the large letters that spell, “YES,” on the other side.

“Oh, so now we can talk?” you ask, elbowing him back but much harder.

“We need to talk about our plan for the party tonight,” he states, dramatically rubbing his arm where you hit him.

“Fine. Talk.”

Bucky sighs, making his exasperation known.

“You’re such a pain in my ass,” he groans. “And it has nothing to do with coffee. You’ve already finished yours.”

“Thanks Captain Obvious,” you snip, “but since this has nothing to do with our plan for tonight let’s get our talk over with.”

He pinches the bridge of his nose and hangs his head.

“We’ve been able to convince everyone that we like each other so far so as long as we keep that up it should be fine and once you get the information you need we can make some excuse to leave,” he says.

“Works for me,” you reply. “What time do I have to be ready?”

“Party starts at 7pm,” Bucky tells you.

You nod and start to shift, ready to go back inside.

“Wait,” Bucky says, stopping you with a soft hand to your knee. “Neighbors.”

You follow his line of sight and see your neighbors from across the street come out to tend to their garden. They both wave and you wave back, leaning into Bucky when he throws his arm around your shoulder.

He kisses the top of your head and dances his fingers up and down your arm as you snuggle on the porch swing.

“How come we don’t have a garden?” you ask, smirking when he looks at you questioningly.

“I didn’t know you wanted one,” he says. “We can plant some stuff if you like.”

“Maybe if we do that everyone will stop asking us when we’re having a baby,” you laugh.

Bucky throws his head back with laughter and you look over at him, noting the way his eyes crinkle and his nose scrunches up. He looks carefree and happy and you can’t deny how it makes you feel but rather than say something sweet you get up from the swing.

You lean down and give him a quick kiss on the cheek. “I’m going to grab a bite to eat.”

The rest of the day goes by without incident and as the time for the party nears you start to get ready, taking a bath before you shower and then trying to decide what to wear. You search the small selection of clothing you’ve brought and realize you don’t know the details of the party.

Rolling your eyes, you walk out of the room and look for Bucky. You knock on the door of his room but he doesn’t answer so you slowly open it and call his name.

“Buck?”

Still nothing so you step in and just as you turn your head he walks out of the bathroom in nothing but his towel.

“Did you call me?” he asks, his eyes wandering down your body just as yours do the same to his.

“I uh, yeah,” you mumble. “I don’t know how to dress for this party.”

You look down and realize that you’re only wearing a tee shirt and your underwear.

“Too bad you can’t wear that,” Bucky simpers, eyeing you appreciatively.

You scoff, ignoring the way your skin heats under his gaze.

“Well?” you snap, placing your hands at your hips. “Do I need a dress or what?”

“I think you need more coffee,” he sneers. “Or better yet an attitude check.”

“That doesn’t answer my question Barnes.”

“You should definitely wear a dress,” he says then walks back into the bathroom.

“Ugh! You are insufferable” you puff, mumbling to yourself the whole way back to your room.

Once you finish doing your hair, you add light make up and you take your dress, stepping into it and trying to zip up the back. After several attempts to awkwardly reach the zipper you have no success and surrender to the fact that you’re going to have to ask Bucky for help.

You’re already annoyed so when you find him in the living room, huffing and puffing and throwing couch cushions onto the floor you poke him hard in the side to get his attention.

“What are you doing? You’re making a mess!” you shout.

He grabs your finger, pulling you closer to him with a hiss. “Stop poking me!”

“Stop messing up the couch!”

“I can’t find my favorite knife,” he retorts, releasing your finger and continuing to shuffle through the cushions.

You watch him, not bothering to help and tapping your foot on the ground with impatience. He stops searching and stares at you, his eyebrows drawing together the longer the stand off lasts.

“Why the hell do you keep a knife in the couch cushions?” you ask.

“Just in case!” he answers, getting more agitated.

“Just in case what?” you ask, throwing up your hands.

“Just in case I need to protect you,” he yells.

His admission silences you and you watch as he rubs a hand over his face.

“Why did you come in here? Did you need something?” he questions.

“I need you to zip my dress.”

“Please,” he deadpans.

“What?” you counter, stepping closer to him.

“I need you to zip my dress,” he repeats, adding, “please.”

You cross your arms over your chest and lift your chin in defiance.

“Can you zip my dress, please?” you mock.

The words come out pained and it makes him laugh. He gently takes you by the shoulders and turns you around, closing his fingers around the small zipper and slowly pulling it up. His knuckles brush your skin and you can’t stop the way you shiver at his touch.

He closes the clasp and you turn to face him, whispering, “thanks.”

“What was that?” he asks, leaning toward you.

“THANK YOU!” you shout in his face and stamp off.

“We have to leave in five minutes,” he yells after your retreating form.

After checking yourself in the mirror you put on your shoes and head for the door. Bucky is waiting there and before you walk in you get a long look at him. He looks good. Too good and you want to punch him in the face.

The click of your heels makes him spin around in place, his eyes assessing you once more.

“There you are,” he says, letting his eyes linger before opening the door.

The party is already in full swing when you arrive and Bucky keeps you close, his hand never far from your skin. You lean into his touch, smoothing your hand down his chest or leaning your head against his shoulder. You look like the perfect, happy couple.

“How about a drink?” Bucky asks, pulling you toward the bar.

You keep hold of his hand, letting him order your drink while you scan the room.

“You look beautiful,” he whispers in your ear, his lips brushing the shell and the sensation startles you.

Your head snaps in his direction and you realize how close his face is. Your tongue darts out to trace over your lips before you say, “thank you,” and chug half the drink he hands you.

“I’m sorry I was a dick today,” he continues. “I’m just frustrated.”

You raise your brows in surprise, your eyes wandering over his face as you wait for him to elaborate.

“It’s just…I mean,” he starts, clearly getting flustered. “What the hell is going on with us?”

Your eyes widen and your shocked expression makes him stumble over his words more.

“This has nothing to do with why we’re here,” he goes on. “What I mean is, uh…”

His last sentence trails off when the two of you are interrupted by a ‘friend’ that comes over to say hi. Bucky leans against the bar and slides his arm around your waist, pulling you into his side. The woman starts chatting you up about an upcoming event in the neighborhood but all you can focus on is the warmth of Bucky’s arm and the soft brush of his fingers at your elbow.

Bucky nods and interjects every so often but you just keep sipping your drink and trying not to make your reaction to his touch too obvious. His hand glides along your side and up to your shoulder where he starts toying with the thin strap of your dress. It falls to the side and he ghosts his fingertips across your bare skin, catching your eye when you tremble slightly.

“Excuse me a moment,” you say quietly. “I’m just going to use the restroom.”

Bucky gives you a quick peck on the cheek and watches you walk away, reluctantly turning back to the conversation. After five minutes passes Bucky starts to worry so he politely excuses himself.

He quickly finds the bathroom and knocks, calling your name while pressing his ear to the door. You unlock it and peer through the small crack.

“Are you ok baby doll?” Bucky asks, concern evident in his features.

“I’m ok,” you whisper, opening it further.

He takes that as an invitation and squeezes in, shutting and locking it behind him.

“You sure?” he asks.

“I want to know what you were going to say before we got interrupted.”

He lets out a breath and takes a tentative step closer. His metal fingers reach out to fix the strap of your dress, his touch delicate as his hand remains and he takes another step toward you.

“I’m sorry I’m always so grumpy and that I make everything difficult for you,” he starts, his legs now pressing against yours in the small bathroom.

“You don’t make things difficult,” you tell him, lifting your fingers to fix the collar of his shirt.

Before you drop your hand he takes it in his and brings your palm to his lips.

“Do you know what it’s like for me to go to sleep every night with you in the next room. How badly I want to go to you, what I want to do to you.”

You open your mouth to speak but he stops you, pressing his lips lightly to yours as he whispers, “I hear you at night. I know you touch yourself while you’re thinking of me.”

Your mouth opens to protest but your words fall away when he slides his tongue across your lips, brushing his thumb over your jaw before kissing you breathless. A moan leaves the back of your throat and he loses any control he had, his metal hand sliding along your inner thigh to lift your dress.

You let your legs fall open and he growls when he brushes his fingers over the wet patch on your underwear. You start to tug his shirt free of his pants, fumbling with the buckle as his fingers explore between your legs, pushing the lace aside and collecting your arousal.

“I’ve thought about this for so long,” he whispers, letting his head fall to the crook of your neck, “of how perfect you would feel coming apart on my fingers.”

He teases you with every movement, pulling whimpers from your parted lips as his finger glides over your clit. You grab his wrist and look him in the eye, silently begging for more. He captures your lips just as he slides a single finger inside you, his low groan sending electricity across your skin.

“Tell me baby girl,” he purrs, “do those sweet fingers of yours feel as good as mine?”

Before you can answer he pushes a second finger into you. “Because you feel so much better than I imagined.”

You rock your hips onto his hand and chase your release. His thumb presses to your clit and starts to rub in small circles, his hard cock rubbing against your thigh with each pump of his thick fingers.

“Answer me,” he breathes out.

“No,” you moan, “nothing feels as good.”

“Just wait until I fuck you with my cock baby doll.”

His words push you over the edge and you fall apart on his fingers, your hips stuttering as your release washes over you and he draws out every shuddering breath.

He holds you steady with a strong hand at your waist and slowly removes his hand, lifting his fingers between your bodies and bringing them to his mouth. He holds your heated gaze while he licks them clean.

“And you taste sweeter than sugar,” he croons, licking his lips. “I need more.”

He kneels, hiking the material of your dress up and over your thighs but before he can get his mouth on you there’s a loud knock at the door. You’re startled from your haze and you quickly shift your dress back into place and grab his hand.

“Be right out,” you say, turning on the water in the sink.

“Shit, shit, shit Buck,” you mutter. “We have to get back out there.”

He turns you around in his arms, silencing your continued rambles with a dominating kiss.

“What are you going to say when we open the door?” he asks, a shit eating grin on his face.

“That I wasn’t feeling well after the drinks and you came to check on me. I just needed a minute to sit and gather myself.”

The words sound good when you say them but then you turn to look in the mirror and run your fingertips over your pink and swollen lips. Your dress is rumpled and Bucky’s shirt is still partially untucked.

“It looks like you just fucked me,” you giggle.

His chest presses to your back and his cock throbs along your skin, the feeling making you bite your lips to suppress a moan.

“Just wait until I get the chance,” he promises, slipping his fingers under the hem of your dress.

You bat them away and poke him in the chest. “Fix yourself. We have a job to do first.”

Once he’s decent again you smooth your hands over your dress and open the door, holding your stomach as you walk out.

“I’m so sorry. I wasn’t feeling well,” you explain to the lady outside the door. “I think I had one too many drinks.”

She eyes you both suspiciously and Bucky gives her a sly smile as he gently guides you down the hallway with a hand at your lower back.

“Do you think it worked?” you ask once you’re clear of the bathroom.

“No way,” he laughs, wrapping you in his arms.

You lean into him. “I never got a chance to tell you anything back there.”

Bucky smiles, his eyes soft but full of mischief. “I’d say I was sorry but I’m not at all.”

You dip your head with a giggle and smooth your hands along his chest. You start to gather your thoughts but before you can get them out, you catch a flash of silver from the corner of your eye. Bucky reacts just a second later but it’s too late.

He shields you with his body even as the injury incapacitates him. His metal arm deflects the next two bullets but you know you need to do something and fast. With quick movements you reach under his pant leg and find his knife. With a deft flick of your wrist, it goes flying through the air and into the neck of your assailant.

The man falls to the floor in a heap and you immediately press your hands against Bucky’s side.

“It’s ok doll,” he grits out. “Call Sam.”

You keep pressure on the wound with one hand, ignoring the screams of the people around you and the stream of tears running down your cheeks and make the call.

After what feels like hours you finally feel Bucky stir next to you.

“Hey doll face,” he says hoarsely. “You ok?”

Your eyes water and instead of saying a word you kiss him softly on the lips. Your fingers trace his jaw, trailing over the dark hair that lines his cheeks and then you kiss him again. On the lips, on the cheeks, on the nose. You pepper him with kisses all over his face until he’s bright eyed and smiling.

“I’m fine,” you tell him when you finally stop kissing him. “Now that I know you’re ok.”

“Never been better,” he murmurs, cradling your cheek and pulling you down for another kiss.

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