#bucky x female reader
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Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Warnings: Little bit o' smut, needy, whiny Bucky
A/N: Just a little something until I get back to my laptop. No minors.
“I have to go,” you say, gently shaking off the vibranium hand around your ankle. Laughter bubbling up when he only groans in response.
Bending over you grab your shirt from under the kitchen chair, you start to pull it on, then a dull thud has you turning your head, “Did you-did you just kick the floor?”
Bucky glares up at you with baleful eyes. “Maybe.”
Clutching the wrinkled shirt to your bare chest, you roll your eyes at the pouting super soldier. “Bucky, we spent all weekend together-“ You start, ignoring his loud huff. “-I promised my friends that I would go out for one drink and I....”
You swallow, your mouth going dry as you watch him pull his cock out of tight black briefs. “Bucky, stop it.” you finish weakly.
He tilts his chin up, his ocean blue eyes ensnaring yours and he moans your name, it’s sweet and sinful, as if he’s tasting it, tasting you with each slow swipe of tongue across his bottom lip. Then you remember he is and your knees nearly buckle as he wipes your slick from his chin and smears it over his cock.
He’s so filthy.
Bucky twists his hand around his shaft, precum dripping down from the red, swollen tip.
And he moans your name again.
Louder, vulgar sounds emitting from his chest, his hips rutting into his palm. Thick, long fingers laced around his throbbing cock. “You’re really gonna leave me, Plum.”
You want to tear your eyes away but you can’t. Not with his back arching off the ground, soft grunts mingled with your name filling the early morning air. You bite back a needy gasp when he lets his cock go, fisting his hands at his sides. “I can’t finish,” he gazes up at you, a deep wrinkle forming between his furrowed brows.
Bucky reaches out for you. “My hand isn’t as good as your pussy.” Oh fuck, the way he says that has you trembling. “I need you Plum, need your tight wet warm pussy around my cock.” He doesn’t play fair at all, you’re practically preening at his praise. “You feel so good, doll, so fucking good, please don’t leave me.”
Bucky stretches his legs out, patting his thighs. “Why don’t you let me show you how fucking good you feel Plum?”
You don’t realize you were walking back to him, drawn back into his orbit with each filthy word until he sat up, hands smoothing up your thighs, his breath washing over your glistening cunt before he tugs you down over him.
“Oh Buc-,” you cry out as he pushes you down, down “just a little more plum there you go, until his thick throbbing cock is buried in you, the first stretch knocking your breath out of your chest until you’re panting.
Bucky wraps his arms around your back, pulling you into his warm chest. “Now I’m going to fuck you so good, you’ll never think about leaving me again.”
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pairing: bucky barnes x reader
summary: bucky never talked much. he fell in love anyway.
Bucky wasn’t a man of many words.
And you noticed that fairly quickly. In fact, it was one of the first things you noticed about him when you first joined the team. Quiet, reserved, gentle Bucky Barnes wasn’t a man of many words.
But his eyes spoke volumes.
“You don’t talk much, do you?”
His gaze fell, “Not much to say.”
“I find that hard to believe.”
And you pushed him a lot to do so. Always asked him about the 40s and what he was like. You remembered asking if he was just as quiet then as he was now and Steve laughed from across the room saying, “You’re kidding right, Y/N? Buck was a real smooth talker.”
So, you teased him about that often. He didn’t like it, always said something about not being that guy anymore.
You reminded him that he could be any guy he wanted.
So, yeah, Bucky wasn’t a man of many words, but you two got close.
“I know you stole the remote, Buck.”
He circled around the kitchen counter, walking away from you.
“Is it because you don’t want to watch that Disney movie with me? I know you secretly like it and —“
“I don’t have the remote, Y/N.”
“Oh, yeah? Then what’s that hanging out of your pocket?”
You saw that little grin form on his face and you hurried forward and grabbed it before he could say another word.
He chased after you.
Then there were those times where he did thoughtful little things. Where he let his heart show through that thick wall of his and it made you realize just how much he spoke without speaking.
“Did you guys drink all the coffee again? Really? Does no one —“
Bucky handed you a cup.
“Two sugars, right?”
“Yeah and —“
“A dash of cream.”
That was until he added salt into your coffee one morning.
“We ran out of sugar!” he defended.
“So you added salt? Buck, that’s —“ you eyed him. “You did it on purpose, didn’t you?”
He took a sip of his coffee.
“Oh, you’re getting brave. I can —“
You grabbed his coffee and headed straight for your room.
He chased after you again.
So, yeah you two got close.
Bucky wasn’t a man of many words, but you two still got close.
He never let his walls down completely though. Never enough to let you know what he was feeling anyway, if he was hurt. It didn’t bother you so much until you realized he was always hurt, always hurting and that stung a little too much.
“Buck…can you let me in? Please?”
“We can talk tomorrow, Y/N.”
You sighed, standing outside his door.
“I don’t wanna talk tomorrow. I wanna…we don’t have to talk at all, Buck. I just wanna be with you right now.”
You’ll want to talk anyway, you practically heard and you sighed because it was true.
You knew you’d ask him a bunch of questions and Steve already told you — he already told you that Bucky liked his space. That he got distant sometimes when the world got too much or people got too much for him. Sometimes his mind got too much and Bucky wanted a break. You slid down against his door and sat there for ten minutes hoping for a change of heart.
You weren’t leaving though.
“Hey, Buck, how about this?”
You continued when he didn’t respond. You knew he was listening.
“How about we create a system? One that doesn’t involve you talking or me asking. It can just be...our thing. It can our thing, Buck.”
“And we don’t have to do it all the time. Just when we need to. When I need to know things and you don’t feel like giving. Think you’ve already given too much, don’t ya think?”
But then you heard the door open and you fell back a little. Bucky looked down at you, what system? his eyes read and you patted the ground in front of you, signaling for him to sit.
“Okay so, two taps anywhere like this,” you pressed your fingers against the back of his hand twice. “Means you’re okay. That you’re fine. Three taps, however,” you pressed three times against his skin. “Means you’re not. That you’re not okay.”
He stared at your hands.
“And I don’t have to explain why?”
“Never, Buck. Not unless you want to.”
You tapped him four times.
“Four taps means you miss me.”
Bucky got up.
“Aw, c’mon Buck. Humor me a little!”
You didn’t miss the little grin on his face.
Somehow you thought he’d give you two taps just for that comment.
Bucky wasn’t a man of many words, so he liked the system.
He first used it three days after it was created.
He’d woken up and strolled in for his first cup of coffee. Wasn’t the least bit surprised when he found you already there, cup ready in hand with eggs to match because coffee isn’t breakfast, Buck. He’d usually argue about it. Coffee’s the only breakfast, he’d say, but he didn’t have that in him today.
Maybe it was because he hadn’t come out of his room in three days. Or maybe it was because you hadn’t said anything to him yet, but Bucky didn’t argue. He just found himself tapping your hand twice when he reached for the cup.
Bucky liked that.
And you found that was the one he used the most.
Two taps whenever he went off to bed. Two taps when you played that Godforsaken Disney movie for the 5th time that week. Two taps when Thor made some stupid comment about wars during dinner one night.
It was two taps.
Always two taps.
So you were more than a little surprised when your first three taps came.
It was right after a mission. A long one. One that Steve had gotten hurt on because Bucky hadn’t gotten there fast enough. It wasn’t his fault though. Wasn’t anyone’s fault because everyone was too preoccupied with the bad guys at hand to notice the knife coming for Steve’s left side. Bucky took the blame though. Beat himself up about till he got into the jet.
The words were on the tip of your tongue, are you okay? You wanted to say it. Wanted everyone to say it because how could they not notice?
You didn’t though.
Instead you sat next to him and waited for him to say something, anything. At some point, you felt yourself giving up and drifting off until you felt his hand on your thigh.
He squeezed it three times.
You rested your head on his shoulder.
Then there was that time you left for six days. Fury had you and Natasha assigned to some undercover mission in London for the next six days. It took the whole six days, while the boys jetted off to New Orleans to deal with some asshole causing a ruckus in the city.
They came back in two.
“Buck!” you shouted, waking through the compound and dropping your bag at the front door.
“Buck, I’m back! Where are —“ you grinned, finding him resting at the bar stool in the kitchen. He was reading some file and you dropped your head onto his shoulder from behind.
“Hey, Buck. Miss me?”
“No? Ouch, well, I missed you,” you turned your head, kissing his cheek. “Look, I even brought you back a keychain. Nothing fancy. Just has a cat waving the British flag and when I saw it, I thought of you. The cat looks grumpy.”
Bucky didn’t say anything and you removed your head from his shoulder. He must be really into the file, you thought and you didn’t want to bother him so you left the keychain on the table and turned around to head to your room.
Bucky grabbed you and tapped your waist four times.
You launched yourself at him and covered his face with a series of kisses. Everywhere. Anywhere you could reach and each one was followed by a string of I knew it, I knew it, I knew it’s.
Bucky never wanted to use the four taps again.
Except he did. All the time.
Bucky wasn’t a man of many words, but he thinks he was starting to fall for you.
Because he did four taps whenever you left the room for too long. And when Steve briefed them for too long that one time about some mission, Bucky found himself tapping your leg four times even though you were right there.
Right there. You were right there.
He even recalled nudging his nose against yours four times when you fell asleep on him during that damn Disney movie the previous week.
“Miss you,” he mumbled.
But it was okay because when you woke up the next morning, you nudged your nose against his cheek four times.
Bucky woke up with a bright gleam in his eyes.
“What was that for?” he asked.
“Missed you, obviously.”
And then there came a time where Bucky decided he wanted to create a new one. A new tap.
Bucky wasn’t a man of many words, but he knows he finally found love.
“Sweetheart, damn, can you slow —“
Because you were stuffing popcorn in his mouth. You were laying in front of him, in between him to be more exact, and throwing popcorn behind like it was nothing.
Most of it didn’t even make it into his mouth.
“Shh, this is the best part.”
“You say that everytime. We’ve seen this movie a —“
Bucky laughed and pulled you up so you were closer to his chest. It wasn’t anything special that made him realize it. Thinks it was the familiarly and the comfortability that made him put the pieces together, but Bucky leaned down and pressed his lips against your hair three times. Just three and that was enough for you to tear your eyes away from the screen and look up at him.
He didn’t say anything.
“Did I throw too much popcorn again? You know I get excited when Lucifer gets on screen. He reminds me so much of —“
Bucky tightened his arm around you and tapped his thumb against your stomach once.
You knitted your brows.
“One? Buck, one doesn’t mean anything. We don’t have —“
“One means I love you.”
“One tap means I love you. It means I love you, Y/N.”
It took a few seconds for your brain to register but once it did you jumped up in his lap and turned to face him. Bucky's sure the popcorn bowl had spilled all over the floor, but he didn’t care. Not when his girl looked at him like that and leaned in to kiss him like that too. So fiercely and full of love.
“Okay, okay, baby! I said one tap.”
“One tap gets you a million kisses each time.”
“Mhm. I’m okay with that.”
You giggled, I know you are, you mumbled against him and kissed him a little harder. He felt brighter, more happy and he knew he wasn’t one to say much, but his eyes always did and that was enough for you to pull back for a quick second before leaning in to give him one, long, seething kiss.
And at that moment, Bucky knew the kind of guy he wanted to be.
He wanted to be the kind that was loved by you.
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he’s a good friend
Summary: reader is tired of watching bucky go on dates with leah and flirt with sarah. realizations are made about the way reader truly feels about the man she's always thought to be just a friend.
Pairing: tfatws!bucky x fem!reader
Word Count: 3.2k
A/N: hey! randomly decided to write this bc i’m soft for tfatws!bucky lol pls leave feedback this was super fun to write ok bye ily enjoy
After the long and tiresome last couple of months you, Sam and Bucky had endured, being invited back to Louisiana for the Wilson’s cookout was the best and only way you could’ve imagined celebrating your victory.
The food was delicious, the laughter and happiness that filled the atmosphere was infectious and to have a moment of joy without the lingering fear of disaster was all you could have asked for.
You sat on one of the picnic tables by the water, the slight wind ruffling your hair, but you didn’t mind. Turning your head slightly to the right, your gaze fell upon Sam and the smile that took up most as his face as he posed for the camera with an older man who looked ecstatic to be in presence.
You were happy for Sam, truly. He deserved that shield. You watched as the others continued to smother the new Captain America with affection, taking pictures with funny faces and poses. You made a mental note to go over later and get a few pictures with him of your own.
You giggled to yourself as one of the women went on to kiss his cheek and as you turned your head, your eyes met a certain super soldier who was busy letting some of the kids hang off his metal arm. You couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face.
The kids adored him. They were fascinated by the stories he told and his metal arm and you were happy to see him so carefree with them. You smiled at the idea of him being a dad. You knew he would be a good one.
You and Bucky had a strange relationship. You had been there with Steve, Natasha and Sam when it was first discovered he was the Winter Soldier. Steve had told you countless stories about his best friend growing up in Brooklyn, who he had presumed to be dead.
However, you and the Super Soldier didn’t quite get along at first, after you had finally been formally introduced. Bucky was threatened by your relationship with Steve and would take it out on you any chance he got.
Steve would refer to you both as an, “old married couple,” as most of your interactions were quickly turned into arguments and bickering over the smallest things. You both just couldn’t seem to get along.
However, Steve leaving had turned both of your worlds upside down, more than you could have ever imagined.
Living life without Steve had been difficult to adjust to. You had both looked up to him and depended on him in so many different ways and for a while, without him, you felt lost.
As difficult as it was, you put your differences aside and discovered the comfort you found in Steve in each other. Steve could never be replaced obviously, but having somebody that mutually understood the pain was a start.
Bucky was a good friend. You liked to joke around with each other and of course the bickering would probably never die but at the end of the day you had helped each other cope with the loss of somebody you both cared about deeply.
And as the months went on, you and Bucky grew to confide in each other about things other than Steve.
You had been the one Bucky called during his 3AM sleepless nights, talking him through the nightmares. He would tell you the things he couldn’t tell Dr. Raynor, and the guilt he felt from his past, no matter how much he tried to fix it.
Bucky gave you a shoulder to cry on when you found out about Wanda and her current missing status. You felt gutted when you heard the news, another person you had loved so deeply out of your life. Wanda was young, she was confused and she was hurting. You so badly wanted to find her but you felt helpless. She was off the radar for good. Bucky listened to you cry for hours, offered to even help in your search for her.
But then, the Flag Smashers happened. John Walker happened. You were reunited with Sam again. You had missed him greatly but you wished the rekindling could have been under different circumstances.
The time you and Bucky spent together over the past couple of months had made you only grow closer as old feelings and emotions returned. Watching Walker pretend to be even half the man Steve was wasn't easy. But you got through it together. You kept each other grounded and reminded each other to stay calm when all you wanted to do was punch the sly smile right off of Walker’s face.
But still, Bucky was a good friend. Just a good friend.
The kids dangling off of his arm giggled and one of them even attempted to do some pull ups, ultimately failing. As you followed Bucky’s eyes, you realized his gaze was set upon Sam’s sister, Sarah, and for some reason, your face fell flat.
Sarah was beautiful and truly the kindest person you had ever met. Her smile was infectious and you had adored her from the second you met her. From the little time you had known each other, her presence comforted you in the same way Sam’s did. She made you feel just like family and you couldn’t thank her enough for her generosity and hospitality.
You didn’t know what it was, but lately, Bucky had been on your last fucking nerve.
It had started around his date with Leah, the woman that the sweet elder man, Yori, had set him up with.
You were miserable. It had been weeks and with no sign of Wanda, you were feeling more hopeless by the day.
It had become ritual for you to go over to Bucky’s whenever you felt like this. You would sit on his couch and either cry, rant or drown your miseries by helping yourself to his snack collection and watching shitty reality TV on his couch.
It was an unspoken sort of thing, coming unannounced and all, and it didn’t really matter because you would usually end up being there to comfort him from his nightmares which was way easier in person than on the phone. It was basically a win-win.
You felt nice tonight, and decided to give him a heads up that you were coming. However, when you called, the line went straight to voicemail.
“Hey, this is Bucky. Leave a message… or don’t, I really don’t care.”
You rolled your eyes and headed over to his place anyway. It wasn’t the first time you had let yourself in while he was running errands or seeing Dr. Raynor. You knew he enjoyed your company whether he liked to admit it or not.
You unlocked his door using the key he had given you for “emergency purposes only,” and locked it behind you, kicking off your shoes. “Hello?” you called out, only to be met with silence. Wherever he was, you figured he would be back soon.
You noticed a couple of different flower bouquets spread across his kitchen table. Who the hell was sending Bucky flowers? You nosily looked for a note, but there was nothing. Brushing it off you walked over to his couch, got comfortable and put on the TV.
About forty-five minutes later, you heard the lock rattle and soon enough your one hundred and six year old friend was walking through the door.
“Figured it was you, I could hear the Love Island theme song all the way down the hall.” He smirked, taking his jacket off as he waltzed over to the kitchen, filling a glass of water. “Remind me how you win that show again.”
“Buck, how many times do I have to tell you that’s not how it works- you know what? Never mind.”
“Okay, grumpy. I’m guessing no news on Wanda?”
You turned the volume down and propped yourself off the couch, following his direction to the kitchen.
“Yeah, still no lead. It just... sucks. I feel useless,” you pulled back a chair and took a seat, giving him a defeated smile.
“I’m sorry, Doll. Do you wanna talk about it?”
“No, no it’s fine. Theres nothing to really even talk about honestly, thats basically the problem.” You sighed.
“Theres gonna be something soon, okay? I promise.” He put his free hand over yours which was laying on the counter. “If anybody is gonna get through to her, it’s gonna be you.” He knew how deeply you cared about her and how badly her being gone was affecting you.
You smiled, feeling the tears welling up as you gave his hand a small squeeze. You couldn't help but be emotional, Wanda was a soft spot.
You removed your hand from his and quickly fanned your eyes. “Enough about that...” you began, “What I do wanna talk about is who is giving you all these flowers!” You laughed, gesturing to the scattered rose and sunflowers bouquets on the table.
Bucky let out a nervous laugh before scratching the back of his neck. “Actually, more like who I was giving flowers to,” he turned around putting the now empty glass in the sink. “I had a date and couldn’t really decide which flowers to get her.”
You were glad his back was facing you, because you were quickly taken aback.
He turned to you. “Yes, a date. Why? Is that so hard to believe?” He rolled his eyes.
“Leah. She works at that restaurant down the street. She’s a nice girl, Yori actually set it up.” He crossed his arms nonchalantly. “We played Battleship.”
The thought of Bucky nervously deciding over which bouquet of flowers to give this Leah girl made your heart sink for some reason. You couldn’t recall a time a man had ever bought you flowers, let alone stressing over which you would like best.
The silence was filling the room quickly and you felt the atmosphere becoming uncomfortable as he stared at you, with his eyebrow raised, waiting for a response. You didn’t even know why you were speechless to begin with.
“Well… w-why didn’t you tell me?!” You spit out, flaring your hands out for dramatic effect.
He shrugged. “I don’t know. Wasn’t a big deal.”
“Not a big deal?! I mean… what did you guys talk about? Do you plan on seeing her again?” You asked, nervously running a hand through your hair. “Who even won the game of battleship…?”
He shrugged again. “Like I said, not a big deal.” He walked around the counter and walked towards the couch. “What does it even matter?”
“I mean it clearly must matter if you were nervous about what kind of flowers to give her! You must really like her if you wanted to make a good impression on her.” You exclaimed, turning around to face him.
“It was fun, okay? I had a good time, she’s a nice girl! Why do you even care anyway?”
You didn’t care, you were just confused. You didn’t understand why he wouldn’t tell you about it or at least call you for help on which flowers you thought were best. Not only were you probably his closest friend, but you were a girl and you thought he valued your opinion. Yeah, I mean, maybe you hadn’t been on a date yourself in… god knows how long, but you liked to think you knew a thing or two about what a girl likes.
Bucky just didn’t see you like that, you guessed. You were just a good friend. A good friend who he doesn’t think about going on dates with. A good friend who he isn’t attracted to and doesn’t associate with flowers. You tried to ignore the disappointment that flooded your body at that thought.
Whatever. The bottom line is you thought you two were closer than that. You thought he was comfortable enough to confide in you about these types of things. After all, if he could tell you about his haunting past and nightmares, what was a little dating advice?
“I-I don’t, you’re right…”
He looked up at you, there was silence once again. He opened his mouth as if to say something, but before he could you changed the subject.
“Wanna order food or something? I’m starving.”
Yeah. There was that.
But then there was the shameless flirting with Sarah to go along with that. It came out of nowhere.
You understood why he would want to flirt with her, she was gorgeous, so incredibly kind and an amazing mother. You didn’t blame him, what was there not to like about her?
But despite all those things, your heart still sunk.
No matter how close the two of you had gotten or the secrets you had shared or the nights you had spent crying and being so honest and open... it just didn't matter. You couldn't help but wonder if he would tell Steve about his rendezvous with Leah. Or the crush he was harboring on Sam’s sister.
At the rate you two were going, you had practically told Bucky more than you had ever told Steve. You were foolish to think he would ever trust you nearly as much as you trusted him.
“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.”
You jumped, as Sam came from behind you, interrupting your thoughts. He laughed at your reaction as he took a seat next to you.
“Shut up! I’m just watching the kids. They’re cute.” You rolled your eyes, playfully smacking his arm.
“Yeah… you’re defiantly not watching the one hundred and six year old tin man that they happen to be using as their personal monkey bar…” It was his turn to roll his eyes.
“Oh, give it a rest, will you? Plus, even if I was he wouldn’t notice. He’s too busy giving bedroom eyes to your sister.” You laughed as he grimaced, purposely bringing it up knowing it would make him uncomfortable.
“One, don’t ever say that again. Two, someone sounds jealous…” He sang, pointing his finger at you.
“I am not!”
“You so are!”
“I’m not jealous, Sam. We’re just friends.” You defended, pushing his finger down. “I just thought that maybe if he was into Sarah, he would tell me… I don’t know? I guess I just thought we were closer than that…” You turned back to watch the pair a couple of tables down as they laughed about something. “After everything we’ve been through, I guess I just thought things were different.”
“You know I love you, so you know I mean this respectfully,” he began, resting his hand on your shoulder, “but for one of the world’s highest trained spies, you are oblivious.”
“What are you talking about?”
“You are so obviously in love with Bucky.” He smirked. “And what makes you even more oblivious is that you don’t even realize that he feels the exact same way.”
“Sam…” You cautioned. This wasn't the first time he had tried to say something like this. You usually just shut him down right away and he stops knowing you don't want to hear it. Because theres no way Bucky would ever think of you as more than a friend, if he even thinks of you as that.
“Y/N, when are you gonna figure out that you’re not upset that Bucky doesn’t confide in you, instead you’re just jealous that you aren’t the girls he’s flirting with or taking out on dates!” He elaborated, as he followed your gaze to where Bucky and his sister were sitting.
You looked over at Sam, realization flooding your features.
“And maybe you would be the girl he does those things with if you would just stop being so clueless and finally come to terms with the fact that you’re in love with him and you have been for a while now.” Sam smirked.
And just like that, you realized he was right. You so badly wanted to be the girl that had Bucky pacing around his living room, stressed out about which flowers were your favorite.
“But if he loved me too he wouldn’t be sitting here flirting with somebody else-“ You started before Sam cut you off.
“Please, it’s harmless flirting! It doesn’t mean anything! Sarah already told me that every conversation they have he always finds a way to bring your name up somehow anyway.” He laughed, before swinging his legs over the side of the seat, standing up. “The man’s whipped! And he has been for a while but he just thinks you don't feel the same way. Now please go confess your love to him before he continues flirting with my sister and I have to kill his cyborg ass.”
You couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face and as you looked back over at your good friend who you just happened to be madly in love with for months, he was already looking at you.
Desert was being brought out and you watched as the people dancing to the music stopped and eagerly formed a line behind the cake.
You turned around to be met with the same captivating blue eyes you hadn’t even realized became your home over the past couple of months.
“Hey, Buck.” You breathed.
“Where have you been? I feel like I haven’t seen you all day…” he put his hand behind your back and ushered you to stand by the edge of the dock, away from the music and people. “I missed you.” He uttered.
You smiled sheepishly. This wasn’t the first time he had said he missed you by any means, but after your revelation earlier, this time it gave you butterflies.
“I was just with some of the kids for a while and then I was with Sam…” you started, turning to look at the water before you, a sense of nervousness creeping up on you. “He was, uh, helping me realize something.”
“Yeah?” He questioned. “Like what?”
“Like how I’m in love with you.” You whispered. You didn’t want to look up at him and see his reaction but the silence was deafening.
Slowly meeting his eyes you continued. “I-I’m in love with you.” His mouth was slightly agape and his eyes were wide. “Bucky, I’m in love with you and this whole time I figured that I was just upset because I thought you didn’t value our friendship as much as I did and you didn’t trust me… b-but I was wrong. I’m in love with you and for some reason it takes you going on dates and flirting with Sarah to realize It was just jealousy all along-“
“You’re the first person I want to talk to when I’m upset but you’re also the first person I want to tell all my good news to- even if there’s not a lot of that lately. But you’re also the person I want to watch crappy reality TV with, even though I have to explain it to you every five seconds because you don’t understand it.”
His shocked expression soon became replaced with a soft smile and he lifted his hand to caress your face.
You instantly melted at his touch and whispered, “This past year has sucked… so bad… but I want to spend all my bad days with you… because just being with you makes the bad days not so bad…”
You couldn’t help the tears that streamed down your face as you expressed your love for him. The way you felt had been bottled up for so long, because not only were you trying to hide it from him, you were trying to hide it from yourself.
He wiped your tears with his thumb as he leaned in, pressing a soft, but tender kiss to your lips.
“I-I love you. I’m in love with you and I have been for a while now, Doll.” The adoration that he looked down at you with made your face heat up, and if you weren’t so happy you would be angry at yourself for not seeing it for so long.
He brought his other hand up to caress your face, his metal one, the cool texture sending a chill down your spine. Speaking of which, was not clad in a jacket which only made you smile harder. The fact he was able to finally be comfortable enough to not hide his vibranium brought you joy.
“I just feel so stupid that I didn’t realize it sooner…”
He pulled you in for another kiss.
“Yeah you’re pretty oblivious for being one of the worlds highest trained spies-“ He laughed.
“Hey-“ You yelped, slapping his chest.
“Thats what I said!”
You jumped before both of your heads turned to see none other than Sam WIlson standing not too far behind the two of you. God only knows how long he had been there.
“Sam!” You both whined, rolling your eyes.
“I’m very happy for you two, but please enough with the PDA! Theres kids here!” He groaned.
You and Bucky just laughed melting into each others touch more, as he wrapped his arms around your waist and peppered your face with kisses.
This was how you wanted to remember your days as, pure bliss.
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If A Look Could Kill (Bucky Barnes imagine)
Words: 1429 words
A/N: this is literally a blurb from a scene in the 2nd episode of fatws when they're all in the car after they fought the supersoldiers
They had been in the same car for no more than ten minutes and Y/N was already holding herself back from punching the smug smile on the man pretending to be Captain America. Both fake heroes had showed up in the middle of their fight, throwing around Steve’s shield, acting like the world owed them anything.
Earlier that day, inside the comfort of the apartment she shared with Bucky, she had watched the cocky man parading in front of cameras, standing in a stadium. She had heard him talk about Steve like he knew him, like he had fought along side with him. And when he had compared Steve to a brother, when she had seen the look of hurt and betrayal on Bucky’s face, her heart had shattered.
She knew that sometimes grief could come like a runaway truck, that despite seeing it careening down the highway, we might not have enough time to get out of its way. And she had seen it that morning, that grief smashing Bucky right in the face when he had least expected it. She didn’t know the man the government had chosen to replace the Captain, but she already hated him for causing her lover pain.
"If you guys joined us we could …" The man pretending to be in charge started as the military vehicle was moving.
"No." Bucky hostly cut him.
There wasn’t a lot of space between the five of them. She had been forced to sit next to the man with the shield while her friends were in front of her.
The tension was almost palpable. Sam had his arms crossed and his lips pursed and Bucky was visibly clenching his jaw. Their patience was hanging by a thread and only she seemed to have notice.
Ignoring the conversation they were having, she exchanged a knowing look with her boyfriend. He had a short temper and habits he had picked up from his alter-ego that could potentially get him to explode. Judging by the side glances Sam kept giving him, she guessed she wasn’t the only one worried.
"What do you say, Y/N ?" She heard the man sitting next to her talk.
Unwillingly, she turned around to look at him.
"What was that ?" She asked him.
His smirk alone was enough to make her roll her eyes.
"We could use a … woman like you" He told her suggestively. She didn’t miss the way he looked her up and down, neither did Bucky.
"A woman like me ?" She repeated, raising an eyebrow and tilting her head to the side.
"Yeah, you’ve got potential, babe. So what do you say ?" He said in a seductive voice. "Interested in joining us ?"
A quick glance at her boyfriend was enough for her to tense when she saw him going from annoyed to seriously pissed off. He was scowling at the man with all his old ferocity, looking everything like the assassin he had once been.
"Does he always stare like that ?" Battlestar inquired, nodding toward Bucky.
"You do know your friend is disrespecting Y/N in front of her boyfriend who also happens to be one of the most prolific assassin on this planet, right ?" Sam ironically told him.
The woman narrowed her eyes at the man sitting next to her, irritated by his behavior.
"At what point did you decide we were close enough for you to refer to me as ‘babe’ ? Because I think I missed the memo between the need to punch your face and the craving to shove your ego up your ass"
Bucky’s chest swelled with pride at her comeback and he sniggered. He knew she was a strong woman and had always loved that feisty side of her. She was fire and he was ice, a perfect combinaison yet dangerous association. Even Sam seemed pleased when he noticed Walker growing uncomfortable next to her.
"Look, we know you don’t like us" The other soldier known as Battlestar answered.
"That’s an understatement" Sam muttered under his breath.
"We’re on the same team here" Walker added.
"No, we’re not" Bucky glared at him.
The soldier with the shield sighed. He pursed his lips, thinking for a moment before glancing at the men in front of him.
"I’m not trying to replace anyone" He started to explain.
"You couldn’t if you tried" Y/N mocked him.
"My point is, I know I’m not Steve and I’m not trying to be. But I am Captain America"
"Like hell you are" Bucky scornfully stated.
"It takes a lot more than knowing how to throw a shield to become a superhero" Sam reminded him.
"I am what the world need right now" He insisted.
"What the world want. Big difference" Sam continued.
"You were getting your ass kicked back there" Battlestar told them, helping his friend’s case. "We saved you"
"Should we say thank you ?" Y/N ironically threw at them.
"This isn’t up to you. Why are we even arguing about that ?" Walker was getting annoyed.
"Because you’re not even half the man Steve was yet you keep parading like a clown pretending to be someone you’re not" Bucky aggressively spoke with a cold voice. "You don’t get to mention his name, Walker, not when you’re destroying all he’s ever work for"
"Bucky…" Sam called him with a cautious tone, trying to get him to calm down.
The former assassin shut his mouth, refraining himself from saying anything more.
"Obviously there’s some issues you still need to work on" Walker spoke with a grin on his face. "But my offer still stands. We’d work better together"
"Keep on dreaming" Y/N expressed, rolling her eyes.
"If we’re being honest here, the only thing I dream about is you out of that suit" He forcefully flirted, looking down at her superhero outfit
She cringed at his useless attempt of seduction and missed the way Bucky’s expression turned dark in the split of a second. He clenched his jaw so hard his veins were visibly noticeable and his blue eyes were boring into Walker. If a simple stare could kill, he’d already be dead. He looked as menacing as can be with that hostile glare and his anger was reflecting itself through the way his muscles were bulging, ready to attack.
"Don’t do anything stupid" Sam warned him when he realized the man’s patience was running low.
Bucky growled and before any of them could react, the super soldier watched his newfound nemesis casually placing his hand on his girlfriend’s thigh. His entire body tensed and his blood ran cold.
"If you don’t take your hands off me in the next two seconds, you’re gonna lose both of them, Walker" Y/N threatened him.
"I’d take her word, Captain, ‘cause you’re about to be eaten alive" Sam advised him.
The soldier dismissed him and laughed, which only seemed to anger the woman and her boyfriend.
It all happened too fast for anyone to react. Just as Y/N was about to assault the man, Bucky decided to let his rage speak for himself and reached for Walker’s hand, twisting his fingers. He could almost feel the bones on the verge of breaking and his skin had started to turn red as the former assassin applied more pressure. The soldier grunted loudly in pain, trying to release himself from the tightening grip.
"Stop the car !" Bucky shouted.
The vehicle slowed down and he menacingly leaned toward Walker.
"If you so much as glance at her again, I will rip you to pieces"
Maybe it was the tone in his voice, or the serious promise of death he could see in his eyes, but the soldier bit back the lump in his throat, unable to answer. He looked terrified.
"Told you" Sam shrugged as Bucky released the man.
They both stepped out of the car, waiting for Y/N. The woman, still angry, turned to stare at the soldiers in blue and red.
"One more thing" She tilted her head.
Without notice, her fist collided with John Walker's jaw. The loud impact with his face was enough to almost knock him out and she smiled. Pleased with herself, she got up and followed her friends.
"Was that really necessary ?" Sam joked and they started walking.
"Oh c’mon, you know you’ve been dying to punch the guy" She smirked.
Bucky placed his human arm around her shoulders and a sweet kiss on the side of her forehead, secretly satisfied.
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Trainer Bucky helping with your stretches. “Not quite there sweetheart.” Softly corrects your form. “Right there. We’re just gonna hold for 30 seconds” and it feels like the longest 30 seconds because he’s press your legs up while you’re on your back. Can’t have you pulling a hammy after all 😏
Pairing: Beefy Trainer Bucky x Reader
Warnings: Public sex, grinding, Smut, 18+
A/N: Sinday drabble #3. Do not copy, repost, translate or rewrite my drabbles. Please comment, like and reblog, I love that.
Bucky’s been stretching you for the past 10 minutes and by the way he’s shaking you would think he’s the one finishing a vigorous workout. He can feel the heat pulsating off your pussy each time he pushes your legs back. The thin material of your leggings not offering nearly enough protection for his liking. It’s taking all his willpower not to rip a hole right in the middle and bury his tongue in your sweet pussy.
Bucky’s been craving you since you walked into his gym asking for help a few months ago. He has no idea why you think you need to exercise your body is perfect and he would love the chance to worship you. But he kept his thoughts to himself not wanting to scare you off, instead of using his training services as an excuse to be near you, praising you and your body every chance he got.
You don’t know how hard you make him, he’s had to wear bigger sweatpants because of you. Bucky could spend all day working with you, not because he wants you to change but because he wants any excuse to be in your presence.
You’re such a sweet pretty little thing but sometimes you like to test his limits.
Like today, the way you kept making those sexy grunts when you squatted, your ass poking out begging for his hands to slap it. He couldn’t tear his off of your t-shirt damp from your sweat, the thin cotton clinging to your tits. Fuck, he wants to suck your nipples into his mouth while he pumps his fingers into your cunt.
While you get a nice stretch at the end of each session, all he gets is his hand wrapped around his cock in the middle of the gym showers.
He leans in just a little more to help your legs go into your chest and his eyes drop to your lips. He licks his own, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows.
The noise of the gym fades away as you drown in his blue eyes, the pupils widening the more he stares at you. Your racing heart skips a beat and you wiggle under him, just a little shift of your hips, your body wanting- needing- to be closer to his, your mound brushing against him, you almost moaned at the contact.
Bucky tells himself to keep stretching you, to stay professional, don’t look, Buck, don’t look, don’t lo-. He glances down, his control fraying because damn, you’re wet. So fucking wet, that dark little spot between your thighs is intoxicating.
“Can I ask you something,” he states casually as if you’re not dripping for him.
You nod, not trusting your voice.
Bucky lowers his head, his lips hovering over yours. “What would you say if told you I wanted to fuck you until you couldn’t walk,” he starts, his mouth almost touching yours.
oh god yes.
“That every time you come in here, looking so fucking irresistible that I all I want you on all fours as I take you in front of one these mirrors so you can watch me split you into two.”
yes please yes.
You lick your suddenly dry lips as you stare at your trainer, he doesn’t move, waiting for your response. He continues to stare at you with such longing and desire that your clit pulsates. “I would say I want it too,” you confess.
Bucky could tear your clothes off right now, the strong urge to sink into your tight heat making him lose his grip on your legs.
“I love stretching you, bunny,” he groans, his hips dipping down. A stuttered gasp escapes your lips because you feel him growing.
He lowers his weight to his forearms, keeping your legs pressed to your chest as he pushes you further into the thin yoga mat.
“Dream about stretching you,” he continues and he grinds a tight little circle over your mound. “Wonder if you make those cute little sounds if I stretch your pussy around my cock. You think about that when you’re teasing me all day.” He growls, pushing down harder, his cock brushing over your clit.
“I-yes,” you blurt out, your hands curling into fists as he keeps rotating his hips, more tight little circles over your bundle of nerves. Sparks of pleasure clouding your senses until you’re panting, a low moan slips through your lips when he presses down even harder. “Oh fuck,” you cry out.
Bucky slaps his hand over your mouth, his eyes sweeping across the crowded gym. Your cry was swallowed by the loud clanking of weights hitting the ground and machines whirring as people exercise around you.
Bucky drops his head, keeping up the ruse that he’s still stretching you, his ears ghosting over your ear. “Shh bunny, gotta be quiet sweet girl, I don’t wanna stop ‘kay,” he says, desperation deepening his voice. “Been dreaming about you cumming for me, so you gotta be quiet.”
It’s so hard not to make a sound with him whispering that in your ear, his heavy body caging yours in as he snaps his hips into yours. A broken grunt caught in your throat as he keeps putting friction on your throbbing clit. The thrill of being caught twisting your stomach into knots as the pressure builds.
Bucky watches your eyes scrunch shut, your bottom lip roll between your teeth as you hold in your moans. He can hear them, soft, breathy noises, and his cock twitches. He quickly looks around again, no one is paying attention to the two of you, he wouldn’t care though-fuck he wants to claim you so everyone knows you’re his.
Bucky knows you’re about to cum and fuck does he want that. He swivels his hips, grinding his cock into your cunt, faster and faster, mumbling “cmon bunny, give it to me, give it to me, I know you’re close, cum for me sweet girl.”
It’s like he’s speaking directly to your pussy because the knot in your belly snaps. You latch onto his wrists, digging your nails into his skin, his weight keeping you from arching off the mat as you explode, a fiery heat streaming through you. You choke back an oh god yes as your orgasm springs loose, your head lifting off the mat as you breathe through it before falling back down.
Bucky takes his hand off your mouth, chuckling at your short huffs blowing through your lips as you come down from your high. “So uh, you wanna go out sometime?”
You stare up at him, trying to form words as he places your legs back down, rubbing your calves as he sits back on his haunches, you push yourself on your elbows and almost shriek when you see the large wet spot on the front of his grey sweats.
Bucky follows your wide eyes and shrugs. “Worth it. Listen I know a little place down the street, how about 8?” His confident air has your face burning as you look around, you really just rubbed against him like a cat in heat in the middle of a crowded gym.
But then again, he did say he dreamed about you. And he is still look at you like you’re the prettiest person he’s ever laid on eyes.
So you respond the way anyone would when they get asked out by Bucky Barnes. You grin, “yeah, I would love that.”
Bucky helps you stand up, shielding your body from the rest of the gym, he walks you to the back, his hand massaging your lower back, playfully tracing over the top of your ass as you giggle. You start to go into the showers when he stops you. He gestures to the private showers with a grin that stretches across his face.
“Oh, no Bunny, I made this mess” he smirks, cupping your mound as he pulls you into his body. “And I’m going to clean you up, starting with eating your pretty pussy until you’re crying for me to stop.”
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pairing: bucky barnes x enhanced!reader
summary: natasha likes to touch bucky's dog tags and bucky, well, he just wants to know why his favorite girl isn't talking to him.
They aren’t talking.
Bucky’s not sure why though because you guys were good. Great even. Always talking, laughing, and touching. A few things Bucky thought he wouldn’t be good at anymore, scared of more like, but he was good at it with you.
So why were you so distant? It wasn’t like you to shut him out.
“Did you drink all the coffee again, Barton? Have a death wish or something?” Tony commented.
Bucky ignored him — him and the team as they bickered over breakfast as usual. Instead, he sat on the couch, waited for you to come out and have breakfast with him.
Natasha came over and sat beside him. They made small talk until you emerged from your room.
Your hair was still messy, smile still soft, and you were drowning in clothes. Bucky’s heart skipped a few beats. He might of looked too excited to see you or had some look on his face because you ignored him and took a seat at the table instead.
“Wanna sit on my lap, Y/N? I know you must be tired of Barnes over there,” Sam flirted.
You laughed, shaking your head. Bucky wanted to punch the wall because sitting on his lap was your thing. Your morning, having breakfast, and sitting on his lap thing. His favorite part of the day thing.
It didn’t help that later that day when he walked into the training room, you walked out.
You took one glance at him and walked out.
Bucky was getting frustrated.
And it didn’t seem to stop. When the team came together for their usual hike, you took a spot next to Sam and walked next to him until you reached the top. Bucky stayed close behind and clenched his fists when Sam made a stupid joke to make you laugh.
Bucky was getting really, really frustrated.
He thought maybe when he leaned down to tie your shoelaces that some of the tension would go away, that he would feel better.
“Got it, sweetheart. Lift your foot up for me.”
“I can tie it myself; you know?”
He didn’t say anything.
“Y/N,” he mocked.
You rolled your eyes.
“Keep your hand on my shoulder or you’ll fall.”
“Y/N,” he sternly said. “I know you’re mad at me, but you can’t walk around like this. Just hold on to me.”
“You’re taking a long time and I can heal if…,” you mumbled. “and I’m not mad at you.”
You glared at him, “I’m not, Buck.”
Bucky sighed. “Seems like you are, and I know you are because I know you. Came to your room last night and it was locked. F.R.I.D.A.Y said you didn’t want to see anyone.”
“Had a nightmare?”
“Couldn’t sleep without you.”
You almost responded, almost, but Natasha came, and you didn’t know what to say. Couldn’t in fact, so you pulled away and walked away.
Bucky thinks he’s finally figured it out.
It was movie night the next time Bucky saw you and he’s wondered if you’ve asked F.R.I.D.A.Y for new routes so you could avoid him. Bucky was slowly losing his mind and he couldn’t take it anymore. He couldn’t, so when you walked out of the room and headed to kitchen, he decided to follow.
“Tell me what’s wrong.”
“I’m getting popcorn.”
“Y/N,” Bucky breathed out. “I’m being serious.”
“Bucky, I don’t want to talk about this.”
“Well, I want to talk about— where are you going? Can you just stop — “
Bucky lifted you up and placed you on the kitchen counter. Placed himself right between your legs so you couldn’t move.
“Talk to me, sweetheart,” he placed his forehead on yours. “We haven’t talked in weeks. Did I do something wrong? Is it Natasha?”
“No. No, why would you think that?”
Bucky stared at you. God, he’s missed you — your eyes, your hands and your touch. Why wouldn’t you touch him? You always did and now…now it had been so long since he felt it, you, and he missed it. He missed how good it felt, how you felt against him.
You started playing with his dog tags.
Bucky swears his heart stops beating for a second. Swears he’s stopped breathing too because you weren’t touching him, no, but you were touching a part of him that meant a whole deal to him.
“Y/N, I — "
“Buck, you’re missing the movie. Steve’s about to have a oh— "Natasha interrupted.
You released your hand from the chain, “We should go.”
“Bucky, we need to go. Please let me go.”
He hated that he did, and he thought about it for the next week, till he was on his next mission. Maybe that’s why he was so distant with the team, why he didn’t pay attention to the briefing and Steve’s speech. He didn’t care, he didn’t.
It showed on the field.
Steve was mad.
“Why did Steve just tell me that you didn’t listen to the plan? That you ran into open fire? Let some guy punch you?”
Bucky didn’t respond to you. Just took a spot on the empty clinic chair.
“Is that what we’re doing now, Buck? Letting people punch us?”
Bucky shut his eyes and opened them back up to look at you. My God, you looked so angry. His girl was so angry at him.
Your hands were on his wounds in seconds and in seconds, Bucky was healed and, in more places, than just the parts that were beaten or bruised. You always reached more places than anyone else could, healed more parts of him than anyone else could.
“Are you going to talk to me?” You muttered, pressing your hand against his chest. “Buck?”
You slowly removed your hand, but Bucky grabbed it and placed right back on his chest.
“Just keep touching me, Y/N.”
You paused. Bucky watched as you got more red.
“Keep touching you? I thought you never wanted me to use my powers on you, thought the serum could heal it all. Are you even going to tell me what happened?" your voice was strong. "Did you really let this guy punch you? Beat you purple? Are you kidding, James? How could you let him?”
“How could you not talk to me?”
That shut you up. Bucky didn’t know if you understood what he was trying to say, hoped that you did because he really didn’t want to explain it — didn’t want to explain that he let himself get punched and beaten to have your hands on him.
“Never again, Buck. Never let anyone hurt you like this again.”
“Never not talk to me,” he admitted and pulled you onto his lap. His hands stayed on your hips, while your legs dangled off his lap.
You continued to place your hands on his wounded parts.
“She’s always near you.”
“Yeah…yeah and she’s always touching you,” you placed your hands on his dog tags. “Touching these and I know — I know how much they mean to you. How important they are, and you’ve never let anyone but....but”
“But you,” he finished, moving some strands of your hair away from your face. “Never let anyone but you touch them.”
“Never noticed. Too busy focusing on you.”
You shook your head.
Then you heard footsteps and out of corner of your eye, you saw that bright red hair and black bodysuit approach you and you almost got up — almost, but Bucky held your hips. Kept you in place and you heard him tell Natasha that he was busy, that he was doing something important.
You heard her walk out.
Then you wanted to say something, anything. Anything to get out of this situation, anything to fix all those red and purple spots on his body. Just anything, but you couldn’t. Walking away would’ve been so much easier.
“She’s nothing compared to you, sweetheart,” he confessed. “Nothing, okay? You’re everything.”
“Yeah, but — “
Then Bucky slipped off his dog tags and placed them around your neck.
“Everything,” he repeated.
You’re sure your world stopped. He was so good at making you speechless, always had been. Sometimes you wondered if he was made just to make you speechless. His lip was still a little busted and you reached up and ran your thumb across it, healed it in seconds.
“Promise you won’t do this again?”
“Promise you’ll talk to me?”
“Yeah,” you looked up at him, ran your hand through his hair. “Yeah, I’ll talk to you.”
No, he was made to be loved by you.
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summary bucky always softens around his girl.
pairing bucky barnes x reader
a/n have a nice day/night <33 my masterlist
Bucky certainly wasn’t a ray of sunshine around people.
He usually didn’t smile around the team. He would wake up earlier than everyone, train earlier than the rest of the team. He wasn’t the one to talk a lot, just answering questions.
Bucky was cold, he couldn’t control it. It wasn’t easy to feel comfortable around people after what he went through.
You were an exception.
✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*
Bucky finally came to your door after a long day, full of training recruits. He let out a breath and knocked on your door with his knuckles.
“Bucky!” you said as you jumped into his arms. He wrapped his arms around your waist and lifted you up a bit.
“Did you miss me, baby?” he said and kissed your hair.
“Mmh, yes. How was your day?” you said as you left his embrace, walking him to the bed.
“Eh, ordinary. Missed you so much.” he said and you gave him a look, making him chuckle. You sat on the bed and patted the spot next to you, telling him to sit. Instead, he took you in his lap and layed down, you on the top of him, his hands on your waist and your hands next to the sides of his head.
“How was your day, doll?” he asked, tucking your hair behind your ear.
“It was fine, I did some work and baked cookies.” you said as you started kissing his neck. Bucky hummed at the feeling of your open mouthed kisses.
“Chocolate chip?” he asked, a big smile forming on his face.
“Yes” you chuckled and put your head on his chest. His hands started to draw patterns on waist and arm and he started humming to an old song.
Bucky was longing for peace before he met you and now that you were with him, he wanted to keep you forever. He wanted to wake up next to you everyday. He wanted to sing 40’s songs with you. He wanted to take you out on a date at that fancy restaurant Tony recommended.
He wanted to tell you everything. He wanted to tell you he loved you with the most beautiful words he knew. He wanted to write you songs, letters, poems. He wanted to express his feelings like everyone around him did.
He sighed quietly.
Instead of using his words, he took your face in his hands, caressed your cheeks with his calloused thumbs and gave you a tender kiss. His lips were soft and it made you forget everything else for a few good seconds, there was just you and Bucky.
“I love you too,” you whispered.
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The Witness - Masterlist
summary: Owner of a bar full of criminals, maybe you shouldn’t be surprised when you’re the sole witness to a hydra hit. In comes Detective Barnes, the quick-witted, flirtatious cop who somehow became a regular at your misfit bar. When he takes it upon himself to ensure your safety off the books, you learn to rely on someone else for a change and find you don’t mind it at all. Not when it’s him.
pairing: detective!bucky x reader
word count: ~71,000
warnings: descriptions of violence, smut (parts will be marked with *), torture, a very flirty/protective bucky (bc it counts as a warning ok)
a/n: ok so this series is legit my baby so please be kind and show it love if you feel it 🌸Chapters and drabbles below the cut!
part six *
part seven *
Recovery (set between part ten and the epilogue) *
Adopting a Therapy Dog
Bucky meets Y/n’s Father in Prison
Fourth of July
Depression Beard™ + Bonus
Bucky Can’t Stop Smiling
Decorating for the Holidays
The Unplanned Proposal
Two Pink Lines *
✨series playlist ✨
this series is officially complete 🖤
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Would you rather sit Bucky's face while he keeps you in place with his hands on your ass or have Steve finger you while he keeps his hand over your mouth to keep you silent?
My slightly NSFW response below. No minors. 18+.
Okay but the way Bucky would want to drown in your pussy. Like he doesn't think he's doing a good job if he can still breathe.
He wants to make you feel so good, so overstimulated that you're trying to run from his tongue because you're pretty sure you're going to blackout if he keeps sucking and licking the way he is.
But he's not going to let you get away.
Oh no. You taste too fucking sweet for that.
Bucky will have the tightest grip on your ass because he's not stopping until he's ready. So you can scream and cry you can't cum again all you want. Your pussy is going to do what he wants so you might as well hold on to the headboard and let him eat in peace.
But then there's Steve. You two have been holed up in a seedy little motel monitoring the bar across the street. It's been a week of watching you walk around the small space, taunting him with your pretty body. All it took was a comment about how bored you were and he snapped.
Next thing you know he has you on his lap, your back against his chest, your legs splayed over his with his long gloved fingers pistoning in and out of your cunt.
He's still working though, listening to the activity in the bar through the comm in his right ear. His chair facing the window, a hint of light peering around the shuttered blinds.
You're getting louder, moaning and whimpering as he takes you apart, his fingers curling and twisting over your hot walls.
"Shh pretty girl, can't let them hear how fucking wrecked you are." He slaps his hand over your mouth and fucks you harder. Continuing to whisper filthy things in your ear, his voice deep and gravelly.
You're squirming, squeezing his arms as you buck against his hand. "Fuck listen to how wet you are, bet they can hear this greedy little cunt across the street." He taunts, loving that you're already so close to coming for him.
He takes his hand off your mouth and reaches for the blinds. "Maybe we should show them what a good girl you are. "
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baby, but you.
summary. | He hopes you can feel it, because nobody else can heal it but you. Baby, but you.
warnings. | smut, hate fucking (ish), enemies to lover, slight angst, birthdays, degradation, praise, spitting, unprotected sex, penetrative sex, rough sex, yearning, crushing, riding, couch sex, breeding, possessiveness, and more. 18+ MINORS DNI AND DO NOT REPOST MY STORIES.
word count. | 3.6k
pairings. | Bucky Barnes x Reader.
a/n. | happy birthday @asadmarveltrashbag ilysm!!! thank you so much for being there for me since like day one, for being such a good role model and for just being amazing. thank you so much for listening to me rant and giving me advice, i’m so grateful for you. i hope your birthday is amazing today, i love you so much!! don’t forget to reblog! if you take ANY inspiration from my fics (and i’ll know, trust me) and you don’t give credit, you will be blocked and i’ll let others know.
He stands afar from you. A cold, calculated stare that you’re almost tempted to challenge with your killer one. There are only about two and a half meters of space separating you two, and even that’s not enough. You’re like a cat and a dog, constantly fighting about God knows what. Sometimes it’s the stupidest of things; other times, it’s the most reasonable. Either he has the television on too loud, or you come home too late. The other neighbours… Well, frankly, they don’t live here anymore.
It’s because they can’t handle his screaming when he has nightmares. You scoffed when you first heard it from your landlord, finding it absolutely insane that nobody is used to the sounds of a nightmare. As if they’re any better. You handle it like a champion, simply just putting on earbuds and your favourite songs at the lowest volume until you fall asleep. You almost feel bad for him when you see him with deep bags under his eyes.
But one short, snarky remark from him has the sympathy in you draining. Almost like the way his hands are the palest colour ever, and his skin doesn’t have the redness it should have. Almost as if the colours on a painting have been scraped off. You shouldn’t be noticing these things, really, but you just can’t help it. He’s almost a shell of the man he once was, at least in his words, but you believe that with some care (not from your hands, ew), he’ll be back to normal.
He shouldn’t notice the way you sigh every time you get home. The way you drag yourself through the carpeted hallway, out from the metal box that Bucky doesn’t trust. He doesn’t charge anything that has to do with heights, so that’s why he’s settled for the second floor. The drop in his stomach brings back so many memories that he can’t bear to remember.
Sometimes, he picks up the rumble of your stomach that he knows you’re embarrassed about, only because when it happens, you become the most fearful sailor to ever cross the shore. You always arrive right before Bucky falls asleep, leaving him at peace. ...No, no, no. It’s not like that. He totally doesn’t wait up until you come home safely before he can actually fall asleep so he can have a sense of calm. No, that’s absurd. Another absurd thing is the ungodly hour that you arrive home.
“Listen, you’re the one who bumped into me, okay? Let’s just leave it at that,” you huff, swinging your keychain between your fingers. Your digits are so soft, only ever coarse when you touch the skin between them. His hands, however, are almost the opposite. They’re rough and dry, but the crevices are a bit damp with sweat from pure nervousness. “No, no, you bumped into me, and we’re going to leave it at that, okay? Okay,” he nods, even though he’s talking to you.
“No, you bumped into me, and that’s that. Goodbye, Mr. Barnes,” you finish, throwing your bag over your shoulder and stomping down the hallways. You don’t look back once, simply just strutting your way to that darned elevator that you loathe. Suddenly, a hand wraps around your arm and turns you around. “I didn’t say you could go; we’re not done until I say we’re done,” he growls, gripping your arm tight enough to have you whimpering.
“No, fuck you. I’m tired of constantly listening to you bitch and moan about things that aren’t even my fault. God, it’s like you’re twenty fucking years old with no maturity, it’s fucking pathetic,” you spit, trying to yank your arm away. But compared to a supersoldier, your strength is equal to a cool spring breeze hitting a concrete building—basically nothing. Bucky’s chest heaves, and for a moment, you’re scared.
But even though he has a temper, he could never hurt you. He’s not the Winter Soldier; you’re sure of it.
His jaw clenches, and you stare at him intensely. Work is long forgotten, just like the fact that today is your birthday. That nervous, jittery feeling that would pool in the pits of your soul isn’t there. You wonder if it’s because you’re all grown up now, or maybe it’s because you’ve been so busy that your birthday seems like any other day in your eyes. Your eyes fall to his lips, almost on instinct. They’re pink and plump, slightly damp from the wetness on his tongue.
He gently pushes you inside his home, and you stumble back in shock. “I have to go to work–” you start, but he cuts you off. “I don’t give a shit. I need to teach you a lesson,” he snaps, pulling off his leather jacket. It has blue hues to it, sometimes grey if shone under the correct lighting. It’s overall black, suiting that dark soul of his that some people claim he has. You keep your mouth shut, clutching onto the strap of your backpack that rests on your right shoulder.
Suddenly, that fiery haze of yours has faded out, and you just watch him dumbfounded. Your jaw is slightly slack, but your eyes aren’t bulging out. Bucky pulls off the unusual leather gloves that always seemed to be a little too big on him. The space between his fingers and the cloth is always too much, and you even contemplated ‘accidentally’ giving him a new, better-fitting pair.
They flop onto the floor with an almost laughable sound, but you know you shouldn’t even dare to crack a smile. “Always going on and on about something. You just need to be shut up for once, don’t you?” Bucky questions, snapping his head towards you. “N- No…” you whisper, looking down to the ground. Suddenly, you prefer looking at wood floors to handsome men such as Bucky.
“Oh… Right, I forgot. You don’t know what’s good for you, that’s why you go to work and come home so late in the night. Bet you don’t have any time to fuck around with those pathetic twenty-year-old douchebags. That’s why you touch that little pussy of yours before you head to work, right?” he questions, and you gulp thickly.
Did he really hear it all?
“Please, I heard the way you finger fuck yourself in the shower all the way here. You really need to learn how to properly lock your door. You’re lucky those old ladies were here when I heard you, or else I would’ve come all the way over there and taught you a real good lesson,” he snaps, and you genuinely feel like doubting every little thing you do. “And you know what’s so funny, doll? I even hear the way you moan my name when you’re about to come,” he whispers, standing so close to you, and you wonder how he even managed to get here.
Your faces are inches away, His warm breath fans against your skin, and Bucky can feel the nervousness seeping through your pores. “Need a refresher? Or are you just going to stay quiet?” he questions, raising his eyebrows. He has a stupid smile on his face, and you’re not sure whether you want to kiss him or slap him. Both seem very appealing, but God, that devil on your shoulder always did have a loud voice.
Your bag joins his gloves on the floor, and you tilt your head upwards to kiss him. Your lips slowly slot against his, the taste of stale coffee immediately fills your mouth as Bucky shoves his tongue past your lips. He cups the side on your face, and your hands remain bent in the air. You don’t know what to do with yourself, so you place them on his shoulders, hoping for the best. He tenses up for a bit, and you start to pull away.
He doesn’t let you go too far. His hands keep you near him, and he stares into your eyes. Blue, blown-out orbs give Bucky an even darker look, and you’re practically sailing the same ship. “Don’t… Don’t go,” he whispers, leaning his forehead against yours. “I won’t, but-” you begin, but he cuts you off with an open-mouthed kiss. It’s so rough, so passionate. Teeth and tongues clash at each other, and you whimper against him as his hands move from your face.
They run down your body before gripping your hips and pulling you closer to him. His front presses against yours, and you can feel his defined muscles through that black t-shirt of his. You wrap your arms around his neck, such a simple act and yet he’s swooning like the lovesick fool he is. No, no, no, he’s not lovesick, and he’s not swooning. He’s just wanting, and that is all, just like you are.
You roll your hips for friction, desperate for something. The faint feeling of Bucky’s hard cock sends shivers down your spine, and you just know he’s huge. He could probably split you in two if he really wants to, and maybe it’s what you want as well. God, just the mental image of his cock sliding in and out of you is so pleasurable. Wetness soaks your panties, and you moan into his mouth.
“Say ‘ah,’ slut,” he mumbles before pulling away from the kiss again. You quickly do so and watch as Bucky puckers his bruised, red lips. You’re not sure what to expect; a stupid, silly kiss or something else. Your tongue is stretched out inside your mouth, and you wait for him as your chest rises and falls. Your eyes watch him as he spits into your mouth, a wad of spit dripping onto your tongue and your eyes nearly fall out of their sockets.
You quickly swallow it as if it’s some sort of antidote to an incurable disease. “Oh, you’re such a dirty fucking girl, aren’t you? I bet you’d let me do anything to you, right? Let me fuck you silly, throw you around, treat you like the spoiled brat you are,” Bucky growls with a fierce smirk on his stupidly gorgeous face. Sculpted by the Gods themselves, you wonder why the world has been so mean to him.
No, no, no, you don’t. You’re just desperate and needy.
“You really are stupid, and I haven’t even touched that little pussy of yours yet, and you can’t even answer a simple li’l question,” Bucky says out loud, expressing pure shame and disgrace. You shake your head before placing your hands back on his hard, defined chest. There’s a specific spot on his chest where the fabric is too sheer. You can see the way his soft hair has been shaved down to a mere stubble, and you wonder what he’d look like if it was grown out.
“I- I’m a dirty girl, I’d let you do anything to me, James,” you whisper to him, looking up at him with unintentional doe eyes. “I know, baby, I know,” he smirks before pushing you backwards. You expect to collide with the wooden floors harshly and startle the downstairs residents, or maybe even on a carpet that would try to break your fall but would end up failing.
You don’t expect to fall back onto a soft, cushioned couch. It’s more so an armchair that is a greyish-blue colour, one that you’d see and Ikea and want so bad, but you’d quickly change your mind once you see the whopping price it’s set at. Bucky towers over you, and you tilt your head up, still watching has the features of his face twitch a bit. His hands run down to your thighs, smoothing over the fabric of your jeans before his nimble yet strong, thick fingers reach to the button and zipper.
He makes quick work of stripping your clothes off for you, and you try your hardest to do the same for him. But flying, clashing hands that are oh so desperate can’t really do much. So as he pulls your wet panties down your feet, you hurriedly kick them to the floor. Bucky pulls his shirt over his head, and you’re not sure if you’ve lost it or if time truly has slowed down. You’re able to memorize each freckle, each scar, each mole and each muscle of his upper body.
He’s beautiful, absolutely beautiful. Though everyone has their measly little flaws that can be so bothersome, in your eyes, he has no flaws. “Fuck, you’re so fucking pretty, baby,” he breathlessly tells you, making you struggle to fight the cheerful smile that forces its way onto your face. “You’re pretty too, James,” you tell him, reaching backwards to unclasp your bra.
Now, there’s nothing special about it, really. It’s plain black, and in some areas, it physically pains you, leaving branded marks behind that feel good when you gently run your hands over them. Nonetheless, you look gorgeous with it on. But when it’s on the floor, treated like nothing, you’re even more beautiful. Your slick has stained your inner thighs with stickiness, and your clit throbs with need.
Bucky parts your legs, watching as strings of wetness pull apart from each other. “Fucking hell, is that all because of me, slut? Say it, tell me who you’re so wet for,” he demands, and your breathing hitches. “S’all for you, James, I’m so wet because of you,” you whisper to him, and he smirks devilishly. You clench around nothing but air, desperate for his cock to be inside you. “I want you so bad, James, please fuck me,” you beg to him desperately, and he chuckles.
Bucky goes to start taking off his pants, unbuckling his belt and pulling down the zipper that sometimes gets caught onto the fabric of his boxers a little too much. The black fabric slips off his skin like an extra layer of skin, and the sight of his hard cock beneath his briefs is so sexy. You let out a shaky breath, and you can just see how fucking huge he is. Impossibly long with a thickness that’ll leave you limping for at least a week or two.
“You know what’s so fucking hilarious, baby? Just moments ago, you were cursing me out, fuming at me and calling me pathetic, but look at you; you’re the pathetic one here. Practically drooling for my cock, so needy as soon as I put my hands on you,” Bucky scoffs, and you know he’s so right. He pulls down his boxers, and you watch as his cock springs out, slapping his lower abdomen and near his pretty Adonis bone.
He roughly pulls you up and sits down on the couch before dragging you onto his lap. You straddle the sides of his thick thighs, and his big cock presses right next to your pussy, between your legs. Beads of precum drip down the shaft of his cock, and some of it even sticks to your skin. “You want my cock, baby? Well, go ahead, you can have it,” he tells you, resting his hands on your hips.
You exhale nervously, knowing that his cock is gonna stretch you out so much, it’ll be borderline painful and pleasurable. You lift your hips up a bit, and Bucky’s hand grasps the base of his cock. He’s sticky and pulsating, a raging red that is almost purple if you squint your eyes enough. He drags it from your swollen little pearl all the way down to your drooling hole. The mild friction is absolutely amazing, making you moan softly.
Bucky shudders as he slowly pushes the tip of his cock inside of you. He almost wants to tease you so badly, make you beg for it until you’re sobbing and going all ditzy for him. But he’s not all the mean, and he can’t possibly be so cruel to the birthday girl. In one swift motion, Bucky pulls you down onto his cock, burying himself inside of you. You toss your head back and cry out as he stretches you painfully. The wet squelching pounds of your pussy are loud, but your moans are much louder.
He curses and bites down on his bottom lip, falling in love with the way your pussy hugs him tightly and the velvet feeling of your walls. No, no, no, he is not falling in love. He’s just desperate, that’s all. It takes you both a few seconds to adjust, and the painful stretch dulls down to immense pleasure. You struggle to control your breathing, though, because you’ve never taken anyone or anything as big and him. Months of wanting and needing him have finally come down to this, and you wouldn’t want it any other way.
He hopes you can feel it because nobody can heal it but you. Every single day he thinks about you, and his heart hurts. His heart hurts when he watches you leave and come home, it hurts when you both fight, and it hurts when he believes you could never love him. His mind still tells him that, and yet here you are, riding his cock on your birthday. He notices the way your bottom lip wobbles a bit, and he pities you.
“Shh, it’s okay, baby, you’re doing so good. Ride my cock, birthday girl, I know you can do it,” Bucky praises with the most innocent smile ever. You nod your head and slowly begin to rock your hips, moving them up and down his cock. Bucky is torn; he doesn’t know whether he should stare at your pretty face or at where you’re both connected. Your slick coats his cock and leaves it glistening, and he watches as it disappears and reappears over and over.
His hand returns back onto your hips, and he gently guides you up and down his cock. Your pained whimpers soon turn to loud, slutty, desperate moans, and Bucky begins to fuck up into your cunt, meeting you at every thrust. “Fuck, yeah, that’s my good girl. Riding my cock so fucking good,” Bucky coos, and you can’t help but giggle. Warmth fills your chest, and pleasure blooms immensely in your core, and it’s the exact same for Bucky.
His balls slap against your ass, and his cock drives in and out of you. You ride him at a quicker pace, moaning loudly, and he nudges against your sweet spot. “You look so fucking sexy riding my cock, baby. Could watch you forever an’ ever,” Bucky purrs, gripping your hips even tighter. Electricity crackles up your spine, almost like a burning wire in a destroyed fuse box. Everything is so sensitive, and the searing pleasure builds up inside the two of you.
Beads of sweat drip down your neck, and it is the same for Bucky. His skin shines just like his cock does, and the veins on the side of it throb with every movement. The wet noises and the sound of skin on skin fills the room almost impressively. The neighbours would’ve already filed noise complaints if they still lived here, but they don’t. So Bucky’ll fuck your brains out until you can’t make a sound.
“Fuck, you’re close, aren’t you? Can feel the way that nice little cunt is squeezin’ my cock,” he groans, staring up at you with his jaw slightly slacked. Your eyes have glazed over, and you stare at Bucky’s face. You ride him using his dick for all your needs and wants. It’s just like you’ve imagined, even down to the pleasure you’re feeling. “Mhm, gonna come all over your big cock,” you whimper at a specific thrust.
And he’s close too. Though the serum should make him last longer, your pussy just defies those rules. He fucks into you faster and rougher, and your legs have turned to jelly. You collapse onto his chest and let him pound your pussy into oblivion. Bucky’s chest rumbles with a chain of moan and curses, and you look up at him. His metal arm is icy cold, just like his eyes. But his orbs are darker than regular ice. They resemble black ice more than anything.
The elastic band in your stomach twists up tightly until it can’t do anything but snap. And so it does. The dam breaks, and you’re suddenly coming around Bucky’s cock. Your cum coats his cock and drips down his balls as your body seizes up. Your jaw falls open, and your eyes roll back while you moan loudly. “Fuck, you look so pretty when you come,” Bucky breathes, letting your head fall into the crook of his neck.
You cry out loudly as Bucky sloppily fucks you through your orgasm and chases his own. “I’m gonna fill you up with my cum, knock you up with my kids. Fuck, you’d look so hot with a bump, I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands off of your body,” he moans deeply, feeling his balls tighten up. He tosses his head back and curses, hitting his release. Ropes of cum shoot inside your cunt, painting your walls and even leaking out a bit. Somewhere, deep down inside Bucky, he truly hopes it sticks.
He moans loudly as his hips give a few shallow thrusts, prolonging his orgasm. You both sigh, slick with sweat and other bodily fluids that neither of you cares about. “Happy birthday…” Bucky whispers, pressing a kiss on the side of your head. “T- Thank you… How’d you know, though?” you question, even though his cock is still inside you. “Just did… Listen, I’m sorry–” he starts, but you cut him off. “Shh, I don’t care about anything but you, baby,” you tell him, whispering gently.
“Baby, but you.”
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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Word Count: 2.0k
T/W: pure, stupid, fluff
A/N: you meet Bucky at a Bingo night ft. Yori ❤︎
it’s a little dorky, but I thought it was cute!
Setting the tables with the rectangle cards, you smiled, straightening them out. Despite what your friends thought, you actually enjoyed volunteering with the local senior Bingo games on the weekends when you could. Feeling like they were often better company and far more entertaining than going to a club. It wasn’t a very big meeting hall, but that’s what made it feel so cozy to you. Hugging yourself when you finished the tables, you stroked the outside of your arms, feeling the softness of the cardigan you wore over your tank top. Sighing happily, you made your way to the announcing host, passing a few comments, as you waited for people to find their way in.
“Hey! Hey, look!” You heard a familiar voice; turning you found Yori and his usual group making their way to their table, with one exception. Smiling you made your way to him, arms still crossed, “no, I want you to meet her,” you heard him say to his friend, making you smile.
“Hey, Yori,” you said, coming to hug him, “brought more friends?”
“I- I’m Bucky,” he reached his hand to shake yours, to which you responded, taking his hand in yours.
“Barnes,” Yori added, reaching to slap a name tag on Bucky's chest.
Bucky took a deep breath, keeping his patience, as he looked down to the tag where Yori had written ‘single’ in parentheses, “yep. . .that’s me.”
“This- this is the one I told you about,” Yori nudged you on the elbow pointing to Bucky, only making him more nervous as he immediately looked down to Yori with a questioning look.
“Ohh,” you nodded slowly, squinting your eyes at Bucky who met your gaze again, “you mean the anti-social grumpy one who’s scared to come because he’ll lose? That one?”
“Yes! That one,” Yori bobbed on his heels happily with a smile.
“What -I’m not-”
“Well,” you tilted your head, “I hope you have a good time and perhaps win something,” Bucky smiled, “but I think you’re going to need your hand back for that.”
Jaw dropping, he looked down to find your hand still in his, “right,” he laughed nervously, letting go, “sorry, of course.”
You laughed quietly, biting in your lip watching him look anywhere but to you, mainly keeping his head down.
“Yori, you need anything you know where I am,” you softly placed a hand to his shoulder, “Bucky,” he looked up with a half forced smile, but you waited a moment, “it was nice to meet you, I’m glad you came.”
As you turned to walk away you could hear Yori whisper, “I think she liked you.”
Followed by a quick change of subject from his friend, “I think you should find our table.”
And lastly, “I know where our table is, and if you can keep your eyes off her, you’d see it too.”
With a giggle to yourself, you walked up to the foldable table that had been set up for you to sit at as usual. You were alone, but you were in charge of any assistance and you kept the first, second, and third prizes hidden. It was harder than one thought to keep curious seniors from nosing around for them.
While the night was long and you stayed quiet, you were very grateful to have a little more entertainment tonight. It seemed Yori and his friends got their own entertainment out of teasing and poking fun at Bucky, who was a true sport through it all.
“Absolutely not,” you heard Bucky say. Looking up you saw him holding his card to his chest, with Yori trying to convince him to let him take a peek at his numbers, “are those the rules of Bingo?” Bucky shook his head, but another one of Yori’s friends tried to peek from his opposite side, “Oh,” Bucky dropped his jaw, leaning even farther back in his chair to keep the card hidden against him, “a double front attack? Really guys?”
Unable to hide your smile, you kept an eye on the table, specifically Bucky. Who after giving the group a few amusements, looked over to you. Blinking softly, happy that he noticed you, you lifted your hand to wave subtly. With another half smile, that was genuine this time, he raised his hand to wave, but forgot just how far back he was leaning in his chair. Soon, you watched him vanish from sight and he found himself flat against the floor, with a wince.
“That’s whatcha get, you punk,” Yori told him through a laugh and an assertive nod.
It wasn’t long before there was a soft murmur of quiet laughs spreading throughout the hall, as Bucky reset his chair and sat properly in it this time. He pressed his lips together tightly and avoided everyone’s eye line, but yours. Hand over your mouth, you looked mildly worried, raising your half furrowed eyebrows at him, he could tell you were asking if he was okay. To that he carefully nodded, before turning to someone else who was addressing him at the table.
The half way break came up shortly after, and you had to help a few people. When you looked back up from your table you saw Bucky, hands in his pockets and bouncing on his heels about three people away down the small line. Leaning your head to the side to see him, it took him a moment, but when he saw you, he gave a quick smile, before being spoken to by the elderly lady in front of him.
“You’re a very handsome young man, so nice of you to come play,” she said, to which he gave a shy thank you, as she asked you for a new marker, “he’s a very handsome young man, you know,” she whispered loudly, before glancing back at him, “and she’s single you know.”
Ducking your head, you gave a monotone, “thank you, Mrs. Kasey,” putting your hands over your face, hiding the embarrassment, you composed yourself and straightened up, “hey, what can I help with?”
“Word is you got the prizes?” Bucky perked an eyebrow and gave the most obvious wink.
Half smiling, half jaw dropping, you looked around his hip to see Yori, who was keeping a curiously careful eye on his friend, shaking your head you looked up to Bucky, “so. . .they sent you? I don’t break that easily.” You crossed your arms over your chest, playfully, keeping eye contact.
“Well,” he shrugged, “to be honest I’d like to know what we’re playing for too, I mean what’s our motivation here? I don’t know,” you covered your mouth, hiding the smile accompanying your soft giggles, “Why are you laughing? This is serious. What is the purpose of playing Bingo if you don’t know the prizes?”
With a real laugh at how hard he was trying to convince you, “okay, alright,” you reached under the table bringing up the prize in your hand, elbow against the table as you held it up, he looked down.
“A jar of jelly beans,” Bucky nodded, bobbing his head back and forth before a confident, “okay, seems fair, what about second place?”
You held up a jar in the other hand.
Bucky looked between you and it, “that’s- that’s just a smaller jar of jelly beans,” he lifted his shoulders as if asking ‘why?’
“These people really like their jelly beans,” you admitted, “I figure you can guess what third place is.”
“Seriously?” he dropped his shoulders, disappointed.
“Was there something you were hoping to get instead, Mr. Barnes?” You set the jars down, resting your chin on top of your laced hands as you looked up through your eyelashes at him.
He swallowed, deciding if he wanted to say anything, he winced as if he was going to regret what he was going to say- luckily for him the announcer called everyone back to the tables. He sighed, and you leaned back in your seat as you parted ways again. The evening remained entertaining with Yori occasionally reminding everyone at the table that if Bucky wins he’d share the prize.
Towards the end of the event, Bucky was the only one at the table still in the final rounds, meaning the entire table squeezed around him, glancing at his card and intensely listening. When the last number was being called, they all had a hand on Bucky, clinging to him like it was the olympics and he was their champion.
“Seventeen” was announced and you noticed a sudden shift in Bucky’s demeanor, even though everyone around him was ecstatic, he looked like his mind was suddenly somewhere else, until he shook his head like shaking off a bad memory and he lifted his card. He didn’t have to say it, his group was already exclaiming Bingo enough for him. He came up casually with the other two, and you handed each of them a jar of jelly beans.
Bucky gave a ‘thank you,’ and took his back, but it was gone before he could even offer it to anyone.
“What’s the joke?” Yori held out the jar back to Bucky swiftly, “I can’t open it.”
Smiling, Bucky popped open the jar in no time and immediately it was out of his hands again.
“Congratulations,” you said behind him, making him turn around, he saw you had your jacket in your arms and purse over your shoulder, “I hope I’ll see you next month?”
“Next month?” He tilted his head, “I thought it was weekly?”
“Volunteer rotations shift,” you explained, gesturing your hand in a circle, “I won’t be back until next month since we’ve got new volunteers.”
“Oh,” he nodded and there was silence.
“Anyway, I hope I’ll see you around,” you waved to him and to Yori as you left, pushing in the door’s brace open.
As it shut, Bucky furrowed his eyebrows, with a sigh, still watching the door.
“Go,” Yori said next to him and waved him away, “you’ll regret it if you don’t.”
Bucky took a moment to consider it, “take the bus okay? I don’t want you guys-”
“Yes, yes, we will,” Yori said, already turning back to his friends.
Smiling towards them, he started a jog for the door, exiting, he looked to find you. Already on the sidewalk, he met up with you. Obviously causing you to stop in your tracks and wait when you heard him.
“Hey, um-” he looked around, “can I walk you home?”
“Sure,” you nodded, smiling.
There wasn’t a terrible amount of conversation, but you liked his company and didn’t want him to feel like he had to talk.
“I think it’s really sweet what you’re doing, what you did tonight” you said, looking straight ahead, even though you knew he was looking at you, “there hasn’t been that much laughter in a very long time,” you exhaled sadly, “most of them spent five years alone, or missing out on seeing their grandkids grow up. I was so happy to see their smiles.”
“And what about you?”
You finally turned to him, “I was here, alone” looking down, you laughed, “then again I was alone before, so. . .” you bit in your lower lip, wincing “that sounded so pathetic.”
This time he laughed with you, “no,” he shook his head, “I know how alone feels.”
Stopping on the sidewalk, you exchanged glances, “well, this is me,” you pointed up to your apartment building.
“Right, okay,” he breathed nervously.
“Thanks for walking me home,” you said, walking towards the steps.
“Yeah,” he ran a hand through his hair, “hey, do you- would you want to get dinner?”
“Finally,” you giggled, before turning back to him, “it took you four blocks to ask!” He gave a shocked expression, only making you smile bigger, “I’m free Sunday, meet you right here at six?”
“Okay,” he said happily, “it’s a date then.”
“Perfect,” you squeezed your arms, hugging yourself.
He swallowed harshly, before taking a step closer and leaning in to kiss you on the cheek, sweetly. When he pulled back, he looked slightly nervous, as if that was the wrong thing to do.
“You missed,” you batted your eyelashes, with a soft smile.
Bucky took a second, unsure if you were serious, either way he took his chances and met your lips with his. Somehow this one took you by more surprise, causing you to move your hands against his chest, holding on to his jacket, until he pulled back.
“Bingo,” you whispered.
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summary: Instantly captivated by the woman the nurses have dubbed the ‘frequent flyer’ of the emergency department, Bucky can’t help but fall for Y/n. He relishes every moment he can spend with her and with her apparent clumsiness, it’s quite often. That is, until he learns the real reason behind her injuries.
pairing: doctor!bucky x reader
word count: 13k 😬
warnings: mentions of a physically abusive relationship (no direct descriptions of violence), descriptions of injuries
authors’s note: this def gets a little dark but I promise it’s worth it. please enjoy a very lovestruck/protective bucky 🥰
“Alright little man,” Bucky chuckled, brushing his hand over the curls of the three-year-old boy name Nico sitting in his father’s lap upon a cot. The busy chaos of the emergency department had Nico clinging onto his stuff stuffed stegosaurus for dear life, curled up against his father’s chest.
Small brown eyes looked up nervously as Bucky knelt down at Nico’s eye level. He pointed to the Band-Aid he had obtained special from the pediatrics floor on the boy’s elbow, light green and covered in small cartoon dinosaurs.
“Don’t go running down the stairs again, okay? Doctor’s orders.”
Nico nodded, his curls bouncing into his eyes. Bucky stood up with a grin and shook the hand of Nico’s father who apologized for the fifth time in as many minutes for bringing his son in for such a small cut. His wife was away on business and he had a bad habit of panicking at the small things when it came to their son.
“Always better to be safe,” Bucky advised, offering the nervous father an encouraging smile as he slid the chart into the basket at the end of the bed. The man hugged his son tightly before he reached for their coats, thanking Bucky again for his time. He watched as Nico’s father lifted him easily into his arms and carried him to the exit of the emergency department.
As they pushed open the doors, Bucky caught a brief glimpse of the night sky, blanketed in darkness and freckled in stars. Last he knew the sun was still above the skyline. He glanced up at the bright red numbers illuminated above the nurses’ station to read it was nearing on one in the morning. Bucky sighed, giving himself only a moment to breathe before he recognized Steve jogging in his direction.
“Buck!” Steve called over the loud chatter of irritable patients waiting for their turn and the constant beeping of about a dozen heart monitors. He shoved his way through a hoard of interns in light blue scrubs gathered over the bed of a man talking casually despite the knife protruding from his collarbone and grumbled something about ‘dough eyed idiots’ under his breath. Panting for a moment as he reached Bucky, he glanced down at the clipboard.
“I need you on bed eight.”
“You doing okay, Steve?” Bucky smirked, leaning against the countertop at the nurses’ station. “Looks like being head of trauma ain’t all it’s worked up to be. You seem a little overwhelmed.”
“We’re swamped,” Steve grunted, pinching the bridge of his nose. One of the nurses could be heard scolding an intern with defibrillator paddles in his hands as the patient was opening his eyes from a heavy sleep. “The interns are completely useless and I’ve got more patients than beds. This full moon shit is killing us.”
“Okay, okay,” Bucky laughed, clapping Steve on the shoulder as he moved toward the bed at the end of the line. “Take a breath, Stevie. Sam’s on call for tonight. Why don’t you give him a ring?”
“Yeah I bet he’ll love that,” Steve rolled his eyes, though a smile tugged at his lips. “I’ll be sure to tell him it was your idea, too.”
"Wouldn’t that be a damn shame,” Bucky called over his shoulder, chucking to himself as he swerved his way through the crowd of people gathered for the injured soccer player in bed six.
Bed eight sat at the end of the series of cots lining the east wall of the department. It was tucked a little further into the corner, separated by a series of rolling carts and machines, so it at least felt slightly less claustrophobic than the rest of the beds around here.
The curtain was drawn around the bed, obstructing the patient from view, so Bucky took a minute to glance over the chart.
Y/n Rumlow. Female. No record of prior medical history, which was a bit unusual, but the nurses had at least taken down note that the presenting problem was pain and swelling at the wrist. Shouldn’t be too difficult to manage. He could have her out of here in a few minutes and on to the next patient before Steve started flogging the interns or actually woke up Sam, for which Bucky would face some serious death glares for the rest of the night.
He took a deep breath, preparing himself for the well recited speech he usually doled out to patients.
With a quick tug, Bucky swung open the curtain, eyes still glued to the clipboard, “Good evening, ma’am. My name is Dr. Barnes and I’ll be--”
A yelp sounded over the metal rings sliding against the rod over his head and Bucky froze.
He glanced up over the brim of the chart to find a young woman sitting cross legged on the bed, dressed in light wash jeans and a sweatshirt with faded lettering worn with years of use. Her hair was tied up away from her face, like she had thrown it up last minute before leaving the house, messy strands falling down from the bun. The faint discoloration of dark circles under her eyes from lack of sleep and the imprint of what appeared to be the fold of a pillow case on her cheek.
Bucky noticed almost instantly that she was undeniably, the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen.
She was gingerly resting her right wrist against her knee just over the rip in of jeans. Her phone sat on the bed by her hip, softly playing music from the speaker as the headphones must have yanked accidentally from the plug. Wide eyes, a breath coming in too quick, a hand stabilizing against her chest, and Bucky realized he had startled her.
“Sorry I scared you there, Miss, uh,” Bucky chuckled nervously, glancing down at the chart for her name again, “Rumlow.”
“Y/L/n-Rumlow, actually,” she corrected with a soft, almost proud, smile and Bucky wondered if he ever heard a voice as sweet as hers before.
She pulled the headphones from her ears and quickly turned off the music playing from her phone. The strum of the guitar silenced, something that sounded familiar to Bucky though he couldn’t quite place it, and the unnerving noise of a busy ER filled the room again.
"Y/n is just fine,” she added and Bucky’s heartbeat kicked up.
“Okay then, Y/n,” Bucky smiled back at her as he took a seat on the edge of the bed, enjoying the way her name felt on the edge of his lips. He swallowed, cursing at himself for the flush in his cheeks that seemed to redden the longer she looked at him.
He had a job to do. Might as well focus on that instead of the anxious energy surging in his veins.
He gestured for her hand. “Why don’t I take a look at that?”
“I hope I’m not taking up too much of your time. I’m sure there’s someone who needs your help more than me right now,” she said nervously, glancing down at the series of bed filled with patients and the bustling families around them.
Bucky noticed then that she was alone, and he wondered why that was.
“I’m sure I’m probably fine,” she continued with a shrug, “but I didn’t want it to get worse, you know?”
Bucky nodded, watching the way she kept glancing down at the eight-year-old in bed five who hadn’t stopped coughing since he arrived, skin flushed red and sweat dripping down his back. His mother sat on the cot with him, running her hands along his damped hair as the poor boy looked like he was about to faint at any minute.
“You’re not preventing anyone else from getting care,” Bucky assured her genuinely.
Steve approached the boy and his mother just a moment later and Bucky nodded down towards them. Y/n followed his gaze and her lips curved up against her cheeks, watching intently as Steve took off his stethoscope and let the boy listen to his own heartbeat. A grin broke through the boy’s tired face and he gestured excitedly for his mom to try.
“I’m sure you see a lot of pain working in a trauma center like this,” she said, gaze still trained on the boy, watching him with a kind of secondhand joy that made Bucky’s stomach weak. He didn’t know people were still this genuine. She turned back to him. “Do you have good moments like that, too?”
Bucky nodded, his cheeks a little sore from smiling. No one had ever asked him that before.
“We do, actually. The good moments aren’t always cute kids, though.” He could feel her eyes on him and he took a deep breath, continuing. “Sometimes, the good moments are when a patient’s heart rhythm picks up again after flatlining long past when someone else would have called it or when we’re able to stabilize a patient coming in from a car wreck long enough to get them up to the operating room or when we catch a tumor in a scan for a concussion that’ll probably end up saving their life. That kind of stuff happens more often than you’d think.”
Bucky didn’t realize how wide he was smiling, caught up in the memories, until he noticed the bewilderment with which Y/n was watching him, eyes practically sparkling, as he was lost in his own world to just talk about what made this job worth all of the bad timing and the lost causes.
“But a lot of times it’s the cute kids,” Bucky added, chuckling softly under his breath.
“It’s really nice that you care so much about what you do,” Y/n said, almost longingly with a bit of an ache in her voice that Bucky didn’t catch. “Not everyone is fortunate enough for that.”
Bucky shrugged, trying to brush it off casually. He glanced down at her wrist, noticing the way she was favoring it as she had pulled it closer to her hip bone.
“I should probably take a look at that, then. Since I care so much,” Bucky said with a teasing smirk, one that somehow made her smile even wider and he swore he could just stare at the way her lips curved so sweetly against the soft hue in her cheeks for eternity and be content.
“Right, of course,” she giggled, extending her arm towards him.
She hissed as he took her wrist carefully into his grasp, a frown pursing over her lips and Bucky cursed himself for being the cause of it. He ran his fingers carefully over the swollen area, light bruising forming at the surface, and he glanced up to gage for her reaction to find her pulling her lower lip into her mouth, biting at the dry skin.
“What’s the damage, doc?”
“It’s definitely sprained,” Bucky admitted, reaching for the cart next to the bed and dragged it towards him. The wheels clicked against the tile surface and he pulled open the second to top drawer, rummaging through the supplies until he pulled out a long, tan bandage. “I’m going to wrap this, alright? It may hurt a bit.”
She nodded as Bucky began to unroll the bandage. He glanced up at her, finding himself wanting to know more about a patient than the necessary questions for the first time in years.
He wanted to know what school that sweatshirt was from because he couldn’t quite make out the faded lettering on his own. He wanted to know what artist she had been listening to when he startled her and if she made playlists for the weather and obscure kinds of moods like he did. He wanted to know if her eyes were naturally such a warm, inviting hue or if she smiled like that at everyone or if she wanted to go to dinner Friday night--
Bucky set the beginning of the bandage at the inside of her wrist and began to wrap it carefully around her arm and then up around her palm between her thumb and pointer finger, and then back around her wrist twice. As he worked, he could sense her eyes on him, watching, and he found himself needing to ask her more questions just to hear her voice again.
“So, no medical history, huh?”
“Just moved to the area,” she replied quickly, a little flatter than what her tone had been before though Bucky didn’t pay it any mind. “Haven’t had a chance to find a primary doc or transfer my records yet.”
Bucky nodded, satisfied enough with her answer, though he didn’t notice the way her shoulders seemed to sigh in relief when he didn’t probe further. It wasn’t entirely uncommon for patients to show up without a medical history, especially if they were from out of state or hadn’t been to a provider within the hospital’s network before. He didn’t think too much of it.
“So, you wanna tell me what happened that you sprained your wrist at this time of night?” Bucky asked playfully as he secured the adhesive end and released her hand.
She flinched slightly at his question and Bucky narrowed his eyes, pausing for a moment to watch her as she averted her gaze to his hands. She shrugged, though a sliver of hesitation slipped in before she spoke.
“Oh, I just tripped over some shoes in the hallway coming back from a shift. Landed wrong.”
Bucky raised an eyebrow, unsure. He swore he remembered seeing the indent of a pillow crease on her cheek when he first sat down, like she had woken up from a deep sleep, but then she started to laugh. She had those crinkles up by the sides of her eyes that made Bucky’s stomach flutter and he couldn’t remember why he asked in the first place.
“I’m pretty clumsy, actually,” she sighed with that grin that made Bucky’s stomach churn. She brought her left hand up to her lips to hide the smile Bucky couldn’t seem to look away from as a blush filled her cheeks.
That was, until he noticed the flash of a diamond reflect under the florescent lights and his heart sank.
He shouldn’t be surprised; didn’t know why he was. A girl like that, so effortlessly beautiful and a smile that could instant light an entire room; he didn’t have a chance. Bucky chewed on the inside of his cheek, forcing out a grin to match hers despite the disappointment wallowing in his stomach.
“Well, I don’t want to keep you too long,” Bucky said as he stood from the bed, trying to mask the hurt in his voice. “Just make sure you ice that and get yourself a primary doc, okay?”
She nodded quickly, gathering her phone and headphones into her bag before she slid herself off the side of the bed. “Thank you, Dr. Barnes. I really do appreciate your time.”
“Bucky,” he blurted out before he could stop himself. She raised an eyebrow. He cleared his throat awkwardly. “You can call me Bucky. You know, if you, uh, ever find yourself back here which I, um, of course hope you... don’t.”
Cheeks flushed red with an embarrassment he was entirely unused to talking to a woman and Y/n grinned so wide he was sure the corners of her lips might touch her ears. He’d never seen anything like it.
“Okay, Bucky,” she said sweetly and he wanted her to say his name a dozen more times. “Hope you have some good moments tonight.”
Bucky smiled, giving her a subtle wave as he watched her disappear into the crowd of doctors and patients before he caught sight of her again by the door. She paused, digging into her bag for her phone, brushing a fallen hair behind her ear and huffing it out of her face when it fell back a second later. The soft pout on her face made Bucky’s legs weak. Once she pulled the phone from her bag, a frown pursed over her lips and her shoulders seemed to stiffen. Bucky was about to walk over to make sure she was alright when he felt a nudge in his shoulder.
“You look like a complete idiot, just so you know,” Sam grumbled, arms folded over his chest as he clearly was following his gaze.
Bucky tore his eyes away from Y/n reluctantly as Sam began to snicker to himself. He grabbed a chart out of the hands of an intern as they walked by and tracked down some kid named Peter Parker in bed two with a glorified bug bite.
When he looked for Y/n again, she was gone.
“You’re thinking about the girl from bed eight again, aren’t you?”
Bucky lifted his head from his arms folded against the countertop of the nurses’ station and sent a glare in Sam’s direction. He hadn’t had a decent night sleep in four days and he was coming off a thirty-six-hour shift, the lack of sleep evident in the bags below his eyes and the messy wave in his hair. He only agreed to stay an extra hour to help Steve with the transition of interns coming onto the night shift so his patience was incredibly thin, especially for Sam’s antics.
“She’s married, Sam,” Bucky groaned, rubbing at his eyes. “Don’t matter if I’m thinking about her. She’s not available.”
“Maybe it’s a green card marriage,” Sam offered and Steve wacked him upside the head. He shrugged, seemingly unbothered, though he ducted out of Steve’s reach before he spoke again. “Maybe the guy’s emotionally unavailable and she’s looking for a way out. Or... maybe she’s in the market for some side action.”
Sam bumped Bucky’s hip with his own, making some ridiculous cooing noise. He apparently found himself to be incredibly hilarious as he nearly doubled over laughing at Bucky’s non-reaction.
“It’s been three weeks, Buck,” Steve said cautiously, shoving Sam away and stepping between the two as usually found himself doing. “Maybe you should let Nat set you up with the nurse in cardiology.”
Bucky rolled his eyes, shaking his head. "Look, I appreciate the thought but I’m way too busy for--”
“Dr. Barnes?” one of the interns came up behind him, timid voice barely heard over the hustle of the ER. Bucky turned around to face her. Wanda, he thought. She handed him a chart. “Bed fourteen is asking for you specifically.”
Sam raised an eyebrow. “Did you tell her that we don’t--”
“Thanks Wanda,” Bucky pressed out a smile, interrupting Sam as his eyes fell upon the name listed at the top of the chart.
Sam glanced rather obviously over his shoulder and started chuckling to himself, saying something to Steve Bucky knew would only come at his own expense, but he took off towards the west side of the department without waiting to hear what is was.
He couldn’t seem to get there quick enough. Several interns tried to snag him away as he walked past, asking questions they should have learned in their first year, but he shrugged them off, gesturing for one of the nurses to assist them instead. The nurses always seemed to know more than the interns anyway.
Sure enough, as he turned the corner, there she was.
Hair cascading down over her shoulders, exposing the soft curl amongst messy waves he hadn’t seen the last time she visited. She was in black leggings and an oversized sweatshirt, almost as if she had just crawled out of bed and still, she was hands down the most captivating person within view.
Her eyes glanced around the room, almost curiously, just watching the doctors as they scribbled their messy handwriting into charts, nurses as they drew IV and scowled at the interns, and patients as they muttered amongst one another, complaining of the noise and the long wait time. Bucky found himself grinning before he even took another step in her direction.
She hadn’t noticed him approach the side of the bed and when he cleared his throat to say hello, she recoiled away as if something had burned her. Her hand clasped to her chest, breath picking up in pace, eyes wide in such a familiar state to when Bucky first met her.
“I’m sorry,” Bucky blurted out, sliding her chart into the basket at the end of the bed. He scratched nervously at the back of his head. “Man, I’ve got a habit of scaring you, don’t I? Guess I should learn to walk a little louder...”
Y/n relaxed instantly as her eyes fell upon him, a blush burning in her cheeks as she grimaced at him, though it turned into that sweet smile Bucky missed so much.
“No, no it’s my fault,” she waved him off, laughing nervously. “I startle easy.”
Bucky nodded, already feeling a contentment just being around her again. He didn’t know it was possible for someone to captivate him so quickly, so easily, without much effort at all. The way she was looking up at him, under thick lashes and a soft red in her cheeks, Bucky felt like he could melt.
“So, what’s going on this time?” Bucky smiled, pulling up a stool and wheeling it under him as he sat next to her bed. She extended her right hand in his direction, wrist covered in the bandage that should have been removed over a week ago.
“I think I messed up your good work,” she frowned, her gaze darting to the ground, almost shamefully. It sat in startling contrast to the kind features in her face.
“It’s not my work I’m worried about,” Bucky said lightly, hoping to get her smiling again. “What happened?”
Y/n didn’t respond for a moment. Instead, her eyes were focused on the way Bucky’s hands grazed over her wrists tenderly, careful not to put too much pressure, his own eyes flickering up to hers every once in a while to make sure he wasn't accidentally using too much force.
“I um,” Y/n started, slowly bringing herself to meet Bucky’s eye when he paused, waiting for her to respond. A smile curved at her lips, though something felt a little off about it. “I tripped over the damn cat. Can you believe that? If I’m gonna fall so much maybe I shouldn’t use my wrist as my landing support, huh?”
Bucky nodded apprehensively, watching the way the smiling didn’t quite reach her eyes. But then again, it was nearing midnight and he was coming off a thirty-six-hour shift. Maybe he was just seeing things.
“Guess I should count myself lucky you’re so clumsy then,” Bucky said, flashing her a smile. “Didn’t know if I’d see you again.”
She bit on her lip in an effort to suppress the grin pushing at her cheeks and the light sparkled in her eyes again. Bucky chuckled under his breath as he started to unwrap the bandage, exceedingly cautious to touch her skin with only the gentlest of pressure.
She hissed as he pulled the bandage from her arm and the cool air brushed over the skin. Bucky narrowed his eyes, studying the swelling, though he was surprised to see some green and yellow marks, bruises about a few days old, wrapping around her wrist. They looked almost like stripes.
“When did you start to notice the bruising?” Bucky asked curiously, lifting her arm slightly to examine the other side.
“Oh, that’s been there for a while,” she replied, shrugging her shoulders.
“You know,” Bucky started, thinking aloud as he took a closer look, “it almost looks like...”
Fingers? A hand print?
Bucky stopped himself before he could ask. He was sure he must be seeing things. He really needed to get some rest after this shift. Bucky sighed, gesturing for the nurse who walked by to bring him a few of the breakable cooling packs they reserved for favorite patients.
“Think I’ll be okay, doc?” she asked light-heartedly, retracting her wrist from his touch when he had stilled his movements and he was simply holding her hand. He swallowed nervously, not even realizing he had been doing that.
Bucky cleared his throat, nodding quickly to distract from the warmth in his cheeks. The nurse set the cooling packs on the edge of the bed and Bucky thanked her quickly. He picked one up and slid the rest into Y/n’s bag before she could do it herself.
“Use one of these once a day. You just break the bag at the center, like a glow stick, alright?” He snapped the bag, demonstrating how to activate it, and handed it to Y/n. She smiled in appreciation and let it set over her wrist.
"Let your wrist rest without the bandage at night if you can,” Bucky added. “I think you’ll be just fine, Y/n.”
“Thanks, Bucky. You’re a real savior,” she said as her left hand reached out for his and squeezed it firmly.
His eyes were drawn down immediately, staring at her hand upon his, the flicker of her diamond ring barely catching his attention from the way her fingers curled under his palm and her thumb brushed against the back of his hand soothingly. Her hand was so small compared to his, barely covered over his at all, but he could feel the warmth of it, the softness of her touch.
When she pulled her hand back again, Bucky missed it instantly.
“Take care, Y/n,” Bucky said, brushing aside the feeling swelling in his chest as he helped her to her feet. “Doctor’s orders.”
“Hopefully you won’t have to see me for a while this time,” Y/n offered, glancing up at him in a way that made his stomach a little weak. There was something unreadable behind her eyes, something that looked a little like longing, though he was certain he was just seeing things.
She was married, after all.
Bucky watched, again, as she made her way to the exit, sliding out of the way of the incoming swarm of interns barreling their way through the ED. She made herself small as she squeezed by a few family members of the patient in bed eighteen, too polite to even ask them to step aside. Then, she paused at the door, her shoulders rising with a deep, heavy breath, before she took a step forward and out into the night.
Bucky turned to head back to the nurses’ station when he found Sam standing behind him, shaking his head as hands planted on his hips.
“Man, you’ve got it bad."
“Shut up, Sam.”
It wasn’t the last time Bucky found Y/n in his ED. Over the next few months she’d come in for various injuries, requesting to see him specifically, and miraculously only needing to come in during the overnight shifts Bucky usually worked. It would be a twist in her ankle, or a soreness in her ribs, or sometimes an ache at her knee. She came in enough that the nurses began to dub her as a frequent flyer, though Bucky put a stop to that rather quickly.
She’d stay a little longer than necessary and Bucky would find himself moving a little slower when he examined her, just hoping to savor a bit of their time together.
He’d learned that she used to work as an editor at one of the most prestigious newspapers in the city until she stepped down once she got married, though she didn’t say why. He learned that she liked going to the zoo and just sitting by the red panda exhibit, waiting for them to come out from their hiding places or just to watch them sleep. He learned that her family lived out of state and she hadn’t seen them in a while, though she missed them terribly. He learned that she cared more about the lyrics in a song than the melody and would rather go to a dive bar with a band than a busy club on Saturday nights.
The more he learned about Y/n, the more he wanted to know. He could spend every minute just asking her questions, though he obliged her when he found that she seemed to want to know just as much about him.
So, he’d tell her about Steve; reluctantly, about Sam, too. He’d tell her about his years in medical school and the complete lack of a social life he had, though she didn’t seem to buy that for a second. He’d tell her about the tour he spent in Afghanistan as a field medic and how he nearly lost his left arm in an explosion. He’d tell her about how he liked to go to the batting cage on weekends and about the best ice cream shop in the whole city. He’d even tell her about his fascination with Stark Industries and she’d let him rant for a solid ten minutes on their new project that was set to redesign emergency medicine in the field for decades.
Every moment he spent with her left his heart swelling and it didn’t matter to him when she twisted and pulled at the ring on her finger absentmindedly as they talked. He was just happy to be around her, even if this was all it was going to be. A few stolen moments amongst a crowded emergency department, finding that when he looked at her, she was the only one in the room.
It had been nearly a month since he’d seen her last and part of him was thankful she was able to keep herself unharmed and managed not to trip over something else for a while, but he missed her like crazy. He’d find himself looking towards the entrance of the department every so often, a dozen times a shift, searching for her amongst the crowd.
Though, he knew it was unlikely he’d find her today. He agreed to do a double shift for Steve when Nat called out sick, so here he was, attending to patients with the sun shining outside for a change. Y/n only seemed to come in at night so at least now he’d be able to focus on something other than missing her voice or the sweet way she’d smile at him or the flicker of light in her eye when she --
“Dr. Barnes?” a voice called, rough around the edges from years of smoking.
Bucky blinked, pulling his attention back to the middle-aged man sitting in bed eleven. The man coughed again; an awful sound that probably ruptured something deep in his lungs. Bucky sighed, fiddling with the chart in his hands.
“You need to lay off the cigarettes,” he said simply, focus regaining on his task at hand. “You’ve got tar build up in your lungs and it’ll only...” his voice trailed off as a clanging sound erupted further down the hall, pulling his attention, as a nurse rushed to pick up the supplies that had been knocked over. Bucky shook his head, glancing back at the chart.
“It’ll only get worse if you keep smoking like this,” he continued, shrugging. “I can prescribe something for smoking cessation, but that’s the best I can...”
Again, a commotion at the end of the hall. Bucky narrowed his eyes, ignoring the way his patient grumbled under his breath, and he tried to get a better look.
“Sorry! Sorry, shit, I—I didn’t mean to cause such a mess,” a voice stammered out, one so familiar that Bucky quickly handed off the chart to the resident observing over his shoulder without a second thought and headed in the direction of the commotion.
The patient was calling after him, complaining about his terrible bedside manner as Bucky stalked off but it hardly even registered when he saw Y/n’s cheeks flushing red, stumbling over her words.
Bucky narrowed his eyes, a moment of relief in his chest short lived by the way he noticed she was holding her hands; out right, like she was carrying an invisible platter, only her palms were red with blood. One of the nurses was gesturing for her to follow him to one of the open beds, pulling her away by a harsh hand on her elbow from the mess of supplies along the floor she had knocked over. His impatience was evident in his shoulders, the way he rolled his eyes at her, and a heat boiled in Bucky’s chest.
“I can take it from here, Grant,” Bucky called, jogging towards them as he grabbed a pair of latex gloves from the counter. He glanced briefly at Y/n, who’s eyes bulged at the sight of him, a near look of panic flashing over her features that Bucky didn’t quite expect.
“Bucky!” she gaped, swallowing thickly. “I didn't think you'd... Don't you work nights?”
Bucky shrugged, curving his lips into a smile for her the way he usually did. “I agreed to take an extra day shift to help Steve out. Lucky timing, huh?”
Y/n nodded, though she didn’t return his smile. It was unusual for her and it made Bucky raise an eyebrow in concern, though she tore her gaze away from him before he could ask what was wrong. It was then Bucky noticed Grant impatiently tapping his toe, waiting.
“We’re good here,” Bucky pressed his lips into a thin line. “Thanks.”
Grant rolled his eyes, letting go of Y/n’s elbow, and while her shoulders seemed to relax, her hands were still held stiff, her stare firm to the floor. Timid. Almost fearful. So unlike the light-hearted, quick witted woman he knew. It didn’t sit well with him.
Bucky swallowed, tugging on the gloves before he reached out towards her absentmindedly and let his hands cup the back of her own, holding them steady in place. He shook his head as he examined her palms, a deep red coating in the insides of her hands, shards of glass embedded in tiny fragments amongst the surface. Stealing a glimpse at her face, he noticed the faint reflection of tracks down her cheeks, like she had been crying. His stomach twisted into knots at the mere thought of it.
He glanced back at the line of occupied beds before he caught sight of the open door at the end of the hallway.
He led Y/n down the busy hall, past several patients who had been waiting hours before her and the dirty looks that followed, before he gestured for her to step inside of the exam room. He flicked on the light switch as she stepped inside and carefully closed the door behind him. She had already taken a seat on the cot when he grabbed a chair and slid it up beside her.
He gestured for her hands again and she gave them over hesitantly. Bucky glanced up at her, noticing the way she avoided his gaze, shielded under his stare for the first time since he’d met her. As he held her hands in his own, he let his thumb brush comfortingly along her knuckles, trying to ease her discomfort as he took a better look at the glass puncturing her skin.
“I’m gonna have to pull the shards out with tweezers,” he said after some time, unable to come up with an alternative plan that would spare her more pain. She nodded, still yet to meet his eye. Bucky grabbed the kit from the drawer and pulled a pair of tweezers out. “This’ll probably hurt a bit. I’ll be as gentle as I can.”
As he moved the metal rods to grip the first piece of glass, starting with the smallest fragments first to avoid additional blood covering his view, and tugged it out of her hand with a sharp movement. She let out a yelp in response, unprepared.
“Sorry,” she gritted through her teeth, a flush of embarrassment in her cheeks.
“No need to apologize, Y/n,” he replied sincerely and she seemed to relax a bit at that. “I’ll work fast, alright? It’ll be over in no time.”
She nodded in agreement and Bucky could feel her eyes on him as he worked. Each shard he pulled from her hands elicited a muffled whimper she’d try to hide from him. She’d bit down on her lip, tuck her face against her shoulder to hide the tears welling in her eyes, but he noticed. He cursed his own hands for bringing her this pain.
Hoping he could distract her as he moved to pull out the larger pieces in her hands, he let his mind wander to the question that had been swarming in the back of his head.
“You wanna tell me what happened?” he asked carefully, keeping his eyes trained on her hands as he plucked out a rather large shard embedded into the lifeline in her palm. She winced as the glass clanged into the metal cup next to him. A few more pieces and he’d be done.
Her silence didn’t slip past him as he continued to work, though he didn’t push her just yet. He was already causing her pain by tugging at her broken skin, there was no need to add to that. When he finally got to the last piece in her left hand, Bucky pulled it out quickly and let the tweezers fall into the cup amongst the glass shards. The two of them exhaled in relief.
As Bucky reached for the disinfectant wipes and the gauze he would need to wrap her palms, he warned her that it would sting. He pressed the alcohol-soaked cloth to her right palm and she bit back a whimper, one that made Bucky’s stomach churn. He muttered an apology under his breath as he wiped away the excess blood and wrapped her hand in the soft material. Then, he moved to the other to repeat the process again.
Once her hands were wrapped and Bucky peeled away the latex gloves, tossing them into the disposal bin by the door, she cleared her throat.
“I, uh, dropped a pair of wine glasses,” she mumbled and first the first time that day she met Bucky’s eye. There was something clouding the light in her eyes that Bucky found himself so drawn to every time he was able to steal a few moments with her. She didn’t carry her usual carefree charm or the sweet smile that made Bucky’s knees weak or the laugh he could have listened to for hours on end. Something was off, but he couldn’t make sense of it.
“It was so stupid,” she continued, shaking her head. “The wine spilled everywhere, all over the white tiles and Brock—Brock was so mad, he nearly--” she paused, biting on her lip hard enough to stop the words from spilling out.
Bucky narrowed his eyes, an ache in his chest hearing her husband’s name for the first time. The way she said it, her voice practically shaking, Bucky found himself desperate for her to finish that sentence, though he couldn’t find the strength to ask her to do so.
Instead, she let out a heavy sigh. “I must’ve just lost my balance or something while I was trying to clean it up and caught myself on my hands, right in the glass all over the floor. It was my fault. I can be so clumsy.”
Bucky nodded, though there was a part of him, bigger than he wanted to admit, that didn’t believe her. The way she spoke, it was almost void of emotion, like she had said those words too many times for it to be real, like it had been taught and rehearsed in front of a mirror.
“You’re always so kind to me Bucky,” she said in a whisper, a lingering of remorse in her words that took him off guard. “I take up so much of your time here. I’m sure you have better things to do than pull glass from my hands. I bet even one of your interns could have done it.”
“Don’t be too sure,” Bucky teased, hoping to ease the obvious ache in her voice. He offered her an encouraging smile as he glanced down, realizing he was still holding her hands in his, though she made no movement to pull away. “I... I like when you take up my time.”
Bucky sighed, staring at her hands in his own, running careful fingers over the soft exposed skin, trying to gather some courage.
“Maybe I shouldn’t be saying this, but I...” Bucky licked his lips, a nervous shake of his head, and he let the words he had been holding back since he met her tumble out. “I miss you when you’re not here. I don't ever want to see you hurt but... when you walk through the door, it’s the best part of my day. Everything is just better when you’re around. I don’t remember the last time I felt this way... about anyone.”
Bucky glanced back up at her to find her lips parted in shock and a longing behind her eyes that made his stomach weak.
“I... I don’t deserve that, Bucky.”
Her gaze fell down to his lips and Bucky swallowed.
“You deserve the world, Y/n,” he replied and it was the easiest thing he ever said. Her breath hitched at his words.
“Bucky, I--” she exhaled and he could feel it against his cheek. When he had moved this close to her? At what point did he start leaning in? When did she meet him halfway?
His hand had found its way up to her neck, gently running his thumb over her jawline until she met his eye, speckles of light returning between the colors in her iris the longer he held her like this. They were so close, unbearably so, that he noticed the undertones in her iris for the first time and the faint markings of a scar along her forehead. He could stare at her for hours and find new features to appreciate, to want to kiss and hold and love.
He’d never fallen for anyone so fast before and despite the laundry list of questionable ethics, he couldn’t help but want every part of her; her mind, her soul, her body, the sweet curve of her lips, and the sound of her laugh that had marked its home in his chest, the crinkles by her eyes and the curious way she enjoyed observing busy rooms. He wanted it all.
Bucky held himself against her, nose brushing over her cheek bone until his lips sat only a breath from hers. He could feel the uneven exhale of her breathing, shaking in the same anticipation he felt deep in his chest. Eyes glanced up to his, nervous, longing, and he ached for her in a way he didn’t know was possible. Her eyes fluttered shut as she leaned forward, his lips tingling at the thought of her, though he stilled his movements instantly when he glanced down and noticed a dark purple mark peeking out from under her shirt.
Bucky pulled back, eyes narrowing on the colored patch on the left side of her chest, hidden under her collar, only a sliver of what appeared to be a much larger pattern.
“Bucky?” she questioned cautiously, but he couldn’t tear his eyes away from the mark. It wasn’t until she followed his line of sight that she realized the sleeve of her shirt had slipped a bit and exposed the secret lying underneath. She quickly adjusted her top covering up the bruise again, but the damage had been done. He had seen.
Bucky felt sick suddenly. Nausea creeping up in his stomach for the months that had gone by and he so foolishly missed the signs, too caught up in wanting to see her, in being thankful he could spend another few minutes just talking with her, that he didn’t stop to think about why she was coming in to the ED so often for an otherwise completely healthy woman. The way she referenced her husband, in the rare moments she did, was filled with a kind of hesitation, intimidation, she shouldn’t have carried for a man she loved. He hadn’t realized until now that he’d never even known her husband’s name until a few moments ago.
He couldn’t wrap his head around it; how it was possible that a woman who was so filled with wonder and joy and kindness when Bucky first met her that he was instantly captivated by her, could be the target of a vile man with no other outlet for her anger.
Bucky let his hand fall from her neck and he pulled it into his lap. It clenched into a fist that punctured his nails into his palm, but he was careful to hide it. He let out a heavy exhale, though that did nothing to ease the tightness in his chest.
“How long has your husband been hurting you?”
She sucked in a gasp, her entire body growing stiff. “I don’t-- W-Why would you ask that?”
“You don’t have to lie for him, doll,” Bucky implored softly, his hand sitting upon her thigh, thumb circling in soothing motions. Her gaze fell down to the movement of his hand, watching the tenderness in which he touched her, cared for her. It was unlike anything she was used to, and for the first time, Bucky knew why.
“Please, let me help you,” Bucky pressed. “You don’t have to go back to him. I won’t let him lay a hand on you again. I can—I can help you, doll.”
“Bucky,” she exhaled, his name a plea in her voice. “Leave this alone, please.”
“I can’t do that, Y/n. Not when I know he’s hurting you.”
“You have no idea what you’re talking about,” she snapped suddenly, words harsh in her voice though her eyes were wide and fearful. It was too rehearsed, almost conditioned, the way she made her voice stronger, edgier, than she felt. She couldn’t force her eyes to be as hard as her voice or the movement of her hand as she batted his away. She couldn’t lie to him through the shades of her iris he had grown to care for so much.
“Doll, I’m beggin’ you. You gotta let me--”
Y/n jumped off the bed suddenly, shoving Bucky aside to grab her bag from the counter. Her hands were shaking as she did so, wincing as she put too much pressure to her wrapped palms. Bucky stood cautiously, trying to make his stature a little smaller, less intimidating, as he approached her. He reached a hand out to her shoulder.
“Drop it, Bucky. There’s nothing you can do,” she urged, a panic replacing the faux constructed offense and Bucky saw a glimpse of fear in her features that nearly made his legs give out.
Before he could have a chance to beg her to stay again, she pushed open the door and disappeared out into the crowd. He stared at the door as it closed behind her, frozen in a state of shock and panic for this woman who was so intent to go back to the man who kept sending her here.
Bucky snapped himself back to reality and chased out after her, calling her name as she pushed past the crowd of interns, bumping into their shoulders in haste. She didn’t hold up. Light blue scrubs dove out of his way when they saw Bucky running in their direction.
He was stuck behind a gurney that had been wheeled out into the hall and she was suddenly down by the double doors. She glanced back at him, an unreadable expression on her face as she turned and pushed her way outside.
His heart in his throat, Bucky desperately tried to swing around the sides of the bed before he just lunged over the top, much to the annoyance of the nurses, and practically sprinted down the hall. An administrator carrying a dozen files in his hand nearly had to jump out of Bucky’s way as he ran past, clinging tightly to the stack of papers.
Panic surged in his veins when he couldn’t find her down by the doors. He slammed his shoulder into the release and stumbled out into the busy street. Ambulances lined up at the drop off point, pedestrians walking by, family members of patients sitting on the bench, and the man Bucky had been attending to earlier smoking off in the corner, still wearing his hospital gown.
But not Y/n.
Bucky raked his hands through his hair, eyes darting down the street in both directions. She was nowhere. She was gone.
“What the hell is your problem?” Steve grumbled behind him, having followed him outside upon noticing the commotion. “You’re scaring the patients.”
“I need Y/n’s records,” Bucky said, shoving past Steve and ignoring his question. He could sense Steve on his heels as he raced back to the nurses’ station and rapidly began typing in the computer. It took some digging, her records not being readily available in the system, but he found them.
“Fuck.” He slumped back into the chair, his hand darting to brush over his parted lips.
Prior to her first visit to Bucky several months ago, she had shown up in various EDs in Seattle, one every few months for at least a year, and then to Washington, D.C, for the last two years where she’d been treated for broken bones, a fractured rib, and internal bruising.
She’d also been in New York for longer than she let on, using Urgent Cares and EDs from outside the hospital’s network before she met him. For some reason, when she met Bucky, she stopped her pattern of using different emergency rooms. It was the first time she went to the same place consistently for more than two visits.
She broke her pattern for him.
“You want to tell me what's going on?” Steve raised an eyebrow, hands planted firmly on his hip, though his features began to soften when he noticed the wave of desolation in Bucky’s face.
“I fucked up, Steve. I really fucked up.”
“I can’t tell whether or not it’s worse that she hasn’t come back yet,” Sam said as he jumped up to sit on the countertop of the nurses’ station. It was nearing two in the morning and he broke open his second bag of chips. It was a slow night and those didn’t sit well with Bucky. It gave him too much time to think.
“I should have fucking seen the signs,” Bucky grumbled to himself, words that he’s repeated consistently since he saw Y/n last. It had been nearly three weeks since she ran out of the ED on him. Three weeks of constant anxiety, of looking over his shoulder to the door, of expecting the absolute worst. “How many months was she coming in here with those injuries? Why the hell didn’t I realize it sooner? Am I just that fucking naïve?”
“It’s not your fault, Buck,” Steve said calmly. “None of us saw it either.”
“I just wish she had a phone number or an address listed in the chart so I could at least make sure she’s okay,” Bucky conceded for the moment, though he knew the voice in that back of his head would return soon enough to remind him of his failure. “It’s the not knowing that’s killing me. I keep checking the papers thinking I might find her name in there one day, that her asshole husband will have taken it too far and I didn’t do a damn thing to stop it.”
“We’re not mandated reporters in New York state, Buck,” Steve reminded his friend. “We’ve been over this. You can only break HIPPA to report abuse of vulnerable populations; children, the elderly, mentally disabled. Y/n doesn’t fall in those categories so--”
“Am I just supposed to sit here with this knowledge that her husband is the reason she’s been in and out of this ED for the last six months, then?” Bucky grunted, raking his hands through his hair hard enough to tug out a few strands.
“If she’s not willing to press charges, there’s nothing the police can do,” Sam added, his voice a little softer than usual, more careful. “You have the evidence she’ll need if she ever does. You can even testify for her if it comes to that. But until then, you gotta sit still. Unfortunately, with shit like this, she’ll be back eventually.”
Another week passed by and still nothing. Bucky threw himself into every shift he could possibly pick up on the off chance Y/n might come back to the ED. He couldn’t risk not being here if she did. Dark circles hung under his eyes and he spent more nights sleeping in on call rooms than his own apartment. Steve was nearing kicking him out of the hospital for a week straight when Bucky finally agreed to take a day off. He slept nearly sixteen hours that night.
“Dr. Barnes?” Wanda called from across the hall. She handed him the chart of a twelve year old girl with what appeared to be a case of the flu judging by the redness in her nose, the cold sweats, and a general green color in her skin.
Bucky pushed out a smile that didn’t come as easily these days and knelt by the bed. “Hey kiddo, how you feeling?”
“Not good,” the girl murmured, clenching at her mother’s hand.
“We’ll get that sorted out for you, okay?” Bucky pulled out his stethoscope and pressed the cool end to the girl’s back, asking she take in a deep breath. Then, he took her temperature just to confirm his suspicions, and when it read 101.3, he grimaced towards the girl's mom. “I’m going to go ahead and prescribe an antiviral and hopefully we can get this flu under control.” He turned back to the girl. “That sound good to you, princess?”
The girl nodded sheepishly and curled into her mother’s side.
“Thank you, Dr. Barnes,” the mom said, offering a smile in Bucky’s direction as she moved to pull her daughter into her arms. He nodded, and turned to hand the chart over to the nurse to assist with discharge when he found Sam waiting behind him. He wore a nervous kind of look on his face that made Bucky narrow his eyes suspiciously.
“What’s your deal?”
“I need you to come with me,” Sam replied, his voice short though there was a lingering concern in his words that Bucky wasn’t quite used to. Having spent so much time ridiculing and teasing one another despite the fact that they were actually friends, he knew enough to drop his guard when Sam came to him in this voice.
Bucky nodded, following Sam down the hall to the exam room with the closed door. Sam put his hand on the knob, but he paused before turning it.
“I need you to take a breath,” Sam instructed and Bucky rolled his eyes. “I’m serious, Buck. You need to be in control when you walk in this room.”
“What the hell are you talking about?” Bucky groaned, his patience growing thin.
“It’s Y/n,” Sam said and it was enough for all of Bucky’s defenses to fall. “It’s... it’s not great, man. But this is what I was talking about. She’s back and she needs you right now. Okay? So, take a breath. Please.”
Bucky nodded quickly, sucking in a deep breath to his lungs though it came in shaky. He wondered when these feelings had developed strong enough to make him this terrified to see you again; to have to wonder what Sam meant by ‘not great’ and sit with that mental image for a moment too long before the door finally opened for him.
Sam stood outside, closing the door behind Bucky as he entered. It was dark inside the exam room, the shades drawn and only the lamp by the desk illuminating the space. Y/n stood just a few feet from him, her back to him as she held her arms wrapped around her waist.
“Y/n?” Bucky called cautiously, though she didn’t move to face him. He took a step closer.
“Wait,” she blurted out. He watched as her breaths came in heavy waves through her shoulders. “Just... please don’t be angry with me.”
Bucky’s heart fell, his chest aching painfully at the very thought. “I could never.”
With a heavy sigh, a brief nod to herself, Y/n began to turn around. She kept her head down, hair shielding over her face, and there was a slight tremor in her hands as she gripped at her forearms crossed over her waist. Bucky took a careful step forward, so that he was standing close enough to see the hairs standing up on her arms and the hear the rustled intakes of her breaths.
“It’s okay, Y/n,” he encouraged softly, trying to keep himself calm despite the anxiety rushing through him. “Whatever it is, I’m here for you, okay?”
She nodded hesitantly and slowly allowed herself to lift her head, her hair falling away from her face and Bucky bit down so hard on his cheek he drew blood.
A dark purple bruise marked over her cheek bone, extending in angry red vein-like lines down the sides of her face from the swelling. Her lip was busted open down the center, dried blood caked in the cracks. But worse than that, her eyes were red, filled with tears that sent a painful stab straight to Bucky’s chest.
Bucky reached out, so tenderly, so slowly, that it felt like a century before his hand grazed against the side of her face. She closed her eyes at the touch, leaning into him as he looked over the bruising, searching for further injury. His thumb traced over her jawline, his hand setting against her collarbone, as he hoped to sooth her while he examined the wounds.
He let out a heavy sigh and pulled his hand back. The subtle gasp she let slip didn’t pass his notice and he wondered if he should reach out again. He parted his lips to tell her that nothing appeared to be broken, that the swelling and bruising made it look worse than it was, but the words fell heavy on his tongue. Nothing he could say could make this any easier. It didn’t matter if it would heal on its own in a matter of a month or two, because the damage had come from someone she was supposed to trust, supposed to love. There was no repairing that. Even if it had been happening for years. It wasn’t any easier.
“I’m sorry I didn’t listen to you,” she whimpered as the tears began to well over her lashing as cascaded against her checks. Bucky shook his head rapidly, not wanting for her to apologize for a single thing, but she continued before he had a chance to interject. “B-Brock... he knows. He knows I’ve b-been coming here. I’m n-never supposed to go to the same place more than twice but I... I was selfish and- and I wanted to see you again. I c-couldn't stop wanting to see you.”
A sob racked through her and the sound nearly broke Bucky straight in half. On pure instinct he reached out and gathered Y/n in his arms, surprised to find that she came against him willingly, her hands gripping tightly at his scrubs, face pressed into the crook of his neck as he ran his fingers down her back in long sweeping motions.
“I’m right here. You’re okay, doll,” Bucky cooed, swallowing back the lump in his throat. “I’m not going anywhere, you hear me?”
She nodded against his chest and wrapped her arms around his waist. Her hands spread against his back, bunching into the fabric of his dark blue scrub shirt and Bucky realized she was trying to ground herself. He pressed a kiss to the crown of her head without thinking much of it and his breathe hitched when he realized what he had done. Though it seemed, at the gesture, her whole body seemed to relax, muscles losing their tension and her grip on his shirt becoming less tight.
After some time passed and Y/n’s cries had fallen silent, her breathing coming in at a normal rate, Bucky spoke up.
“Does he have consent for your records?”
Y/n didn’t pull away from him, mumbling against his chest, “he made me sign for it.”
“Okay,” Bucky exhaled, a slight relief at the plan formulating in his head. “We need to go in and revoke that as soon as possible. I’ll make sure everyone in this hospital knows not to give your information to him if he shows up. If we revoke consent, no one can even tell him if you’re here if he asks. Okay?”
Bucky started to pull away, just to help lead her to the door so he could get access to a computer, but she clenched her grip on him reflexively.
“Please don’t leave me.”
“Hey, hey, it’s alright, doll,” Bucky soothed, his hand rubbing in soft circles on her back. “I won’t leave your side. Think you can come to the hallway with me? I’ll take you behind the nurses’ station so you’re out of the way of the patients. That alright?”
“Y-yeah,” she conceded, nodding to herself. She let her arms fall from his waist and brushed at the dried tear tracks reflecting on her cheeks. She winced when she grazed over the bruise mark too hard. “I’m sorry.”
“You have nothing to apologize for, doll,” Bucky said encouragingly in light of the heat boiling in his chest, wondering how long it took her husband to condition her to apologize so often. He could barely stand to think about how this woman who stole his breath away from the moment he met her, who was a filled with such light, could be extinguished by a man who was supposed to love her.
Bucky extended his hand to her, part of him wanting to make sure she had a way to ground herself outside of the room and a more selfish side of him just wanting to hold onto her a little longer. She stared at his hand for a moment, a look of relief on her face, as she took it carefully in her own.
“If it gets to be too much, you just let me know, alright?”
Y/n nodded, pushing out a smile that fell quickly from the pain in her broken lip. Bucky sighed, restraining the part of himself that urged to bring their intertwined hands to his lips and kiss at her knuckles. Instead, he pushed open the door, florescent lighting blinding for a moment as the chaos of the ED came back into view.
He felt a squeeze in his hand as he stepped out into the hallway and Y/n followed closely behind. Her other hand snaked its way across her and hooked onto Bucky’s forearm. She glanced up at him nervously, almost as if she was silently asking it this was okay, and he smiled encouragingly at her, nodding. She exhaled in relief as he helped weave her through the crowd.
Sam noticed them coming in the direction of the nurses’ station first. He raised an eyebrow and set down the chart he had been reading.
“Everything okay?” he asked as Bucky led Y/n around the back entrance and helped her settle into the chair Nurse Hill usually occupied.
“Revoking consent,” Bucky said as Y/n released his hand reluctantly so he could type his password into the computer. “Where’s Steve?”
“He’s been telling staff not to give out any info on Y/n since she got here. The ED’s on lockdown from that asshole as far as we’re concerned,” Sam replied, throwing a half-etched smile in Y/n’s direction. She struggled to lift the corners of her lips but he could tell she was appreciative nonetheless.
Bucky finished clicking a few boxes on the computer and he passed over a touch screen to Y/n. “Just need your signature, doll, and we’re done.”
She took the pen from his hand and quickly scribbled her name onto the pad. He noticed the hyphenated end of her name, his name, was illegible compared to the rest. She pressed her lips into a thin line when she was done and handed the pen back to Bucky. His fingers grazed over hers a moment longer than necessary.
“Is there anyone we can call for you?” Sam asked, breaking through the tension that kept Bucky’s eyes drawn into Y/n’s.
Y/n shook her head. “No, I, uh... I don’t have friends around here and I haven’t spoken to my family in years.”
Sam sent a nervous look in Bucky’s direction, unsure of what to do next. This wasn’t typically his wheelhouse. First instinct was to call in social services, but he knew Bucky would want to be at the forefront of this.
“We’ll figure something out,” Bucky said reassuringly. “You can stay here with us until my shift’s up and we’ll go from there, alright? If that’s what you want...”
Y/n nodded quickly, a solace relaxing the apprehension in her muscles.
“Okay,” Bucky said, a smile pulling at the corners of his lips. Things were coming together. This mess had a few strings that could be tied to knots. There was a plan, at least, and she wanted him to be next to her through it. It was all that mattered right now.
Despite the break in her lips, Y/n started to smile back at him, a flicker of light returning to her eye that Bucky adored so much. Though it fell away instantly when a voice rang out through the ED and a surge of panic coursed over her features.
“WHERE THE FUCK IS MY WIFE?”
Bucky’s eyes darted over to the entrance of the ED where a man, over six feet in height and a growl tearing through him like a rapid dog, shoved aside two nurses attempting to calm him down. One glance back at Y/n, who had sunk so far down into her chair in an effort to hide herself behind the barrier, and Bucky knew instantly that this man was her husband.
“You have no goddamn right!” Rumlow bellowed, his voice echoing down the halls and drawing the attention of at least a dozen patients and staff. “I know she’s fucking here! Tell me where she is!”
A rage boiled deep in Bucky’s chest when he noticed the red marks on Rumlow’s right hand; marks he had obtained from the abuse he doled out to the woman he was supposed to love. Bucky's breaths were coming in too fast, his hands clenching into fists so tight it punctured his palm with his nails. Before he could take a moment to think, he shoved his way out to the hall and away from the nurses’ station, stalking in Rumlow’s direction.
“I’m going to need you to calm down,” Bucky seethed, clenching his teeth in an effort to control his voice, though it didn’t do much good. Rumlow paused, shaking off one of the nurses as he straightened his back, sizing Bucky up.
“Tell me where my wife is and we’ll be on our way,” Rumlow drawled, his eyes glancing down the series of cots.
“We cannot confirm or deny if your wife is here, sir.”
“Bullshit,” he spat, face boiling red.
“You’re scaring our patients,” Bucky said through gritted teeth. “Calm down, or leave.”
“Fuck you,” Rumlow grunted and he attempted to push past Bucky, though he was met with a hard shove.
“Don’t make me call for security to escort you out.”
“Security?” Rumlow scoffed. “I don’t know who the hell you think you are but--” His eyes widened, locking in on something over Bucky’s shoulder. “Y/n! There you are baby!”
Bucky’s stomach dropped as Rumlow caught sight of Sam attempting to sneak Y/n back to the closed room at the end of the hall. Sam quickly stepped out in front of her, shielding her from Rumlow’s view as she did her best to hide behind him. A sickening smirk pulled at Rumlow’s mouth and he moved, once again, to push past Bucky but found he was met with a wall of hardened muscle.
“Don’t even fucking think about going near her,” Bucky growled, putting a hand on Rumlow’s chest and shoving him back a few paces. Bucky stole a quick glance back at Y/n, who had peaked around Sam’s arm, and tried to convey a lifetime of apologies for allowing this man even lay eyes on her again. She didn’t even spare Rumlow a second look, focused solely on Bucky.
Rumlow’s eyes narrowed, gaze darting from Bucky to Y/n, watching the silent conversation held in their stare. He cracked his neck to the side as his upper lip began to twitch.
“So, you’re the asshole that’s been putting garbage in my wife’s head,” Rumlow taunted, spit flying from his mouth like a rabid dog. “Yeah, that’s right. I know about you. I know you’re trying to steal my wife from me. But newsflash, asshole! She’s mine!”
“She’s not your property, you piece of shit,” Bucky fumed, his cheeks growing hot with the rage coursing in his veins.
Rumlow let out an animalistic growl and he charged full force in Bucky’s direction, throwing a fist straight at the left side of his face. Bucky dodged it easily, bending down and shoving his shoulder into Rumlow’s gut and sending the both of them spiraling to the ground.
Chaos erupted as patients began to scream, nurses and interns darted out of their way as Bucky held Rumlow down by his collar and punched him square in the jaw. Blood spat from Rumlow’s mouth and he tried to get a grasp on Bucky before he took another swing, but he wasn’t coordinated enough for that. It seemed he was only able to attack when his victim didn’t fight back.
Bucky could barely see straight, red clouding in his vision, until he felt strong hands grabbing at his shoulders and yanking him off the ground. Two security guards hulled Rumlow off of the floor and restrained him by the arms as Bucky tried to shake off whoever was lugging him backwards.
“Buck! Stop!” Steve shouted into Bucky’s ear and Bucky stilled immediately.
Steve released his grasp and suddenly Y/n came crashing against him, wrapping her arms tight around his waist as Bucky stumbled back a step at the impact. He froze, caught off guard for a minute, arms stretched out to the side as he looked down to find her shaking, before he let himself hold her.
“Hey, I’m alright,” Bucky whispered so only she could hear. She squeezed him tighter in response, her face tucking into his neck and he could feel the stain of tears against his skin.
“I’ll fucking kill you! You hear me, bitch! I’ll kill you!” Rumlow roared, pulling against the security guards holding his arms back. Y/n flinched at his words, unable to even steal a glance in his direction, and Bucky tightened his grip on her, turning their bodies so she wasn’t in Rumlow’s direct line of sight. Bucky ran his hands along Y/n’s back, urging her to walk with him away from the scene.
As Rumlow continued to shout obscenities, Bucky glanced back over his shoulder to find security handcuffing him and Steve towering over as they restrained him to his knees. Patients and staff members parted alike as Bucky gently pulled Y/n along down the hall towards the exam room. He whispered endless apologies into her hair as he led her to the door. Once they were inside, Y/n let her hands fall away from his waist and they quickly jumped up to grasp the sides of his face.
“Did he hurt you?” she asked anxiously, eyes darting over his face. Bucky pressed out a sad smile, reaching up to her wrists and pulling her hands away from his cheeks.
“I’m okay, doll, I promise.”
She nodded, though he could tell she didn’t quite believe him. She took a few steps away from him, her hands falling from his outstretched grasp and he missed the contact instantly. One arm crossed over her waist and the other pressed up against her lips as she shook her head, like she was trying to contain words from spilling out. Bucky watched silently, unsure of what to say.
“I should never have dragged you into this,” she finally said, a heavy sigh in her words. She turned her back to him. “I don’t know how he even found out about you, that I’ve been coming to see you.”
“But we never... we didn’t... um,” Bucky stammered awkwardly, reaching up to scratch at the back of his neck.
Y/n turned around slowly, her eyes downcast in shame as she nervously picked at the ends of her shirt. “There are other ways to be unfaithful, Bucky.”
Bucky’s heart skipped as she met his eye, that longing he had been seeing hidden behind her iris’s for so long, now so abundantly clear.
“At first I thought maybe I was just confusing these feelings with the relief of someone, anyone, just being as kind and as gentle as you were to me when we first met,” she started. “I thought maybe I was just misplacing this need I had to be touched with something other than... other than cruel intent onto you because you reminded me what it was like when someone was gentle, when a touch could bring goosebumps instead of bruises.”
Bucky nodded slowly, though he let her speak as he took a seat on the edge of the cot. He could tell it was difficult for her to get this out by the way her hands wrung against one another and the subtle quake in her voice. He tried to ignore the way his heart had picked up in pace the longer she spoke.
“But then I realized it was you,” she said, a littler strong now, more assured, and Bucky’s heart nearly stopped. She shook her head, almost in disbelief as she walked a pace closer to him until she stood between his legs. “It was your hands I wanted to put me back together, your face I wanted to see when I closed my eyes at night, your voice in the back of my mind. It was you.”
“Y/n...” her name slipped past his lips like a prayer.
“All that and I still ran from you when you tried to help me,” she sighed, chewing on the dried skin on her lip, just next to the split. “I’ve just been so caught up in this lie for Brock all these years that the second you saw through it, I got scared, thought maybe you’d change your mind about me, think I’m weak or... or foolish for staying with him.”
“I don’t think those things,” Bucky interjected quickly and she smiled sweetly at him, the smile that he had fallen so easily for.
“I know you don’t,” she said, her hand reaching up to brush over his hair and push it behind his ear to get a better view of his face. His skin tingled at the touch. “You reminded me what it was like to feel again, Bucky. I was so numb before I met you.”
Her lips pressed to the center of his forehead and Bucky exhaled a breath he hadn’t known he was holding.
“I don’t know what happens now, but I want you in my life,” she confessed, nervous eyes meeting his and Bucky quickly reached up to the hand cupping the side of his face to hold it in his lap. He brought her knuckles to his lips, kissing them gently and pulling a smile from her he adored so much.
“I’m not going anywhere. I’m here. I’m right here,” he affirmed and her smile widened. “We’ll have to get you a new doc, though. I can’t be treating you after this.”
“I can handle that,” she replied quickly, chewing on the inside of her cheek to suppress the smile tugging at her split lip though it didn’t do much use.
“And your husband?” Bucky asked nervously, a wince pulling at the corners of his face in anticipation of losing her smile again, but it didn’t let up.
“Let him rot,” she replied confidently. “I’ve got enough evidence against him to put him away for years. Always thought I’d find the courage one day to use it.”
Bucky couldn’t help the smile at that, the pride he felt warming his chest. He pulled her closer, pressing his lips to the crown of her hair as he enveloped her into his arms. She sighed against his neck, the warmth of her breath leaving goosebumps in their wake and Bucky sighed contently.
There were so many unanswered questions, so many next steps, but Bucky couldn’t find the energy to care about a single one of them in this moment with Y/n pulled tight to his chest, the sweet smell of her shampoo flooding his senses.
She nestled in tighter against him and he wondered if had fallen for the version of Y/n who had been numbed for so many years, how much more he could adore her when she was allowed to express every part of herself unimpeded.
It didn’t matter there were so many unknowns. There was too much to look forward to.
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waking up to bucky & alpine like this 😍😍😍
Pairing: Beefy Biker x reader
A/N: after morning drabble. Please don't rewrite, repost, expand, copy or translate my drabbles
Low, gruff whispering woke you up. It took a few seconds for your brain to start working again. Blinking, your eyes landing on the tall dresser across from you, covered in knives, a watch and cologne, and what looked like a few worn Harley manuals.
Your heart skipped a beat, panic surging up through you. Where are you?
"Shh, we can't wake her yet."
Your eyes widen briefly. You noticed your back felt warm. Willing yourself to breathe through your nose, you looked around as much as you could without moving your head.
The room, at least the bits you could see are very manly, yeah you'll be nice and call it manly. You almost rolled your eyes at the pinup poster on the wall.
"Not now Alpine, I wore her out, let her sleep."
Your mouth popped open, indignation replacing any lingering panic.
Wore me out?
Then it hit you. Last night. Bucky Barnes.The music. His birthday party. The way he had you bent over and the way he made you- oh damn he did wear you out.
You discreetly touched your mound, wincing at the ache you felt. You've never come so hard or so many times in one night. Everyone on this block probably heard you screaming his name.
Before you can begin to feel mortified at that particularly fun thought, you heard him again.
"Yeah, I'm going to make her breakfast, shit I should have asked what she likes. Everyone likes eggs right?"
Who is he talking to?
"I like her, now we got a figure out a way to convince her to be my girl. Yeah, yeah she's going to love you."
You feel the bed dip beside you, soft rustling and a leg brushing against your calf. What- okay you can't take this, you have to know what's going on because if he has another woman in this bed, you're going to-
You turn over and a startled laugh escapes your lips.
The tough biker, the one who half the neighborhood avoids, the one who made you see stars last night, the one covered in tattoos is talking to a cat.
A really cute cat.
"Hey," he smiles up at you. Oh, that's a pretty smile, your stomach flipping at the intensity of it.
Your eyes flit between him and the kitten nuzzling his neck. "Hey," you slowly respond.
Bucky leans up on one elbow. "Didn't mean to wake you gorgeous."
"I look a mess right now," you scoff, the words slipping out before you can stop them.
Bucky reaches out, curling a finger under your chin. "Disagree. You look beautiful."
The way he's gazing at you like he's a little stunned is more than you can handle.
"I should go," you say, not moving.
His grin widens and that cute cat stretches its paws on your arm.
"Or you could stay for breakfast." Bucky wants to say you could stay all day, the rest of the week, go ahead and move in. But he's going to save that for the second date.
Bucky can see you about to protest so he plops the five-pound furball on your chest and climbs out of bed. "Alpine meet Gorgeous, Gorgeous meet Alpine."
You splutter, your face burning at the nickname. "Bucky come back here."
He turns around, stark naked, wearing only a smug smile. "You look good in my bed."
" Now I'm a gentleman-" he bows with a mischievous wink, "and I take care of my lady. So I'm going to make you something to eat."
You settle back on the pillows, giggling as the cat kneads its paws on your belly. What did you get yourself into?
You get the feeling you're going to be more than just neighbors.
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summary you take care of your drunk bucky.
pairing bucky barnes x reader
warnings drunk!bucky, needy!bucky, pure fluff.
a/n I hope you like it!
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“How did you even manage to get him drunk?” you said and sighed as you kept looking at your drunk boyfriend who was looking at you with a loving stare, Steve and Sam next to his sides, helping him stand up.
“I’m not drunk, baby.” Bucky said as he tried to shake off his friends’ arms on him.
“It’s that Asgardian Mead. We just wanted to try it but, well, Bucky carried on a little.” Steve said, almost like apologising. You sighed and shaked your head. Bucky had never got drunk before and you didn’t know what to expect.
“Okay. It’s okay. C’mere big boy.” you said as Sam and Steve left Bucky’s sides, him almost falling on the top of you.
“I’m not drunk,” Bucky said again as he tried to hug you, mostly leaning his beefy body on you. You tried to keep standing up as you mumbled goodbyes to Steve and Sam. They closed the door, leaving you with your drunk Bucky.
“Doll?” Bucky muttered as he kept hugging you. His arms were wrapped around your waist and his face was burried to your hair.
“I missed you. You smell good.” he said and smiled with delight. You broke the hug and looked at him. His hair was messy and eyes were a little tired, but he looked as good as always.
“Bucky, you had been away for 3 hours.” you mumbled, trying to walk him to your shared bathroom.
“I always miss you. Never leave me again, please.” he said and hugged you again. You tried to move away from his arms but it was impossible. It was funny to see your tall, beefy boyfriend clinging onto you like a baby.
“Bucky, I didn’t leave you. You just went out with your friends, remember?” you asked and he just hummed, kissing your hair.
“Let’s get you in shower, big boy.” you said as you tried to leave his embrace again but he whined.
“I don’t want shower. I want to cuddle, please. I missed you.” he said, cupping your cheeks and pouting.
“Buck-” you started and he sat down on the bed, pulling you to his lap with him.
“Please” he whined and you sighed. He laid down on his back and you laid on the top of him, your head on his chest.
“Oh god. I love you so much. I’m never going away again. Let's stay here forever.” he mumbled and kissed you. You giggled into the kiss. He grinned at you.
“Bucky, you just went out with your friends. I love you too.” you said and kissed his cheek.
“You are so pretty. You know that, right? God, I am a lucky man.” he kept rambling and you giggled.
“Bucky, you are drunk.” you said and closed your eyes, getting ready to sleep.
“Eyes are sober, doesn’t matter. I always think you are pretty. You are the prettiest girl ever. I love you so much,” he said, making laugh, you shake your head.
“You are soft.” Bucky said and tightened his arms around you.
“Goodnight, Bucky.” you mumbled to his chest.
“No goodnight kiss?” he pouted and touched your chin. You rolled your eyes and leaned in, kissing his lips. He tasted like asgardian mead and you giggled again.
“Goodnight, angel. I love you.”
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I saw this and thought of bucky and gorgeous on a lazy morning.
Pairing: Beefy Biker Bucky x Reader
A/N: I'm in my feels. Minors DNI.
I love this.
Between work and life, everything has been so busy. Most mornings he's been waking up to an empty bed, the sheets cooling beside him. Bucky loves to listen to you get ready as he hugs your pillow to catch a whiff of your sweet scent. But he would rather wake up to you in his arms.
Still it's no one's fault. Just everyday things that seem to be getting in the way.
He can't linger too long because as soon as you're done, he's in the shower as well for another long day at the shop, only a few rushed kisses exchanged as you both head out the door.
Nights spent recovering from the day, at least he gets to hold you then.
Still, it's been too long since two of you had a day to yourselves.
But tomorrow is Saturday.
And he proclaimed that Saturday was his.
His time with you.
He made you swear over your pot roast and mashed potatoes that you were going to spend the day inside with him. It's your fault for making me so greedy for you.
He made you swear in the bathroom, the mirror fogged with steam as he held you against the shower wall that you wouldn't answer your phone for anything. Let Steve and Dove handle things.
He made you swear while he lowering his head between your thighs that you'd let him try that thing he did on your birthday. I've never seen you shake like that gorgeous.
He made you swear as he was tucking you into his side, your leg over his and your head on his chest that you would love him for eternity plus a few lifetimes. Just to be safe gorgeous.
Just to be safe.
He made you promise over and over. Until you couldn't breathe, let alone think about anything, anyone else but him.
So when the dawn seeped into your room, his sleeping face glowing from the radiant beams, you placed your head back on his chest, firm and warm, and you traced the tattoos across his skin.
Buckys eyes open slowly, his hand reaching out for you. A soft groan spills from his lips when his fingers smooth over rumpled still warm sheets instead of you. "Ah gorgeous, you promised, can't believe this." Words grumbled under his breath as he glares at your pillow.
"You made me promise a lot of things last night Bucky, you're going to have to be more specific."
His head whips around, a smile breaking across his face. God you're beautiful. His heart hammers in his chest as he gazes over you.
Wearing only his shirt as you pad over to him. He doesn't notice the two mugs in your hand until you wave one in front of his face.
"-made you coffee," you finish with a laugh. "Are you even listening?"
Bucky grins up at you, a slightly crooked twist of his lips, his expression dazed as he blinks. It hits him that you're staying with him all damn day and oh he loves that. "Didn't hear a single thing."
He takes the mugs and places them on the nightstand by his rings and your books. "Why don't you tell me again?" He teases, his blue eyes brightening.
Before you can open your mouth, his lips are on yours, sweet slow passionate kisses that cause your brain to stop working as you lose yourself in the feel of his soft lips. He slides down the bed, taking you with him, his hands moving you over his body.
"I missed you," he murmurs, reluctantly breaking the kiss.
"Missed you too." It's true. And you vow to kiss him awake every morning from now on.
Bucky rests his hand on your back, folding his other arm behind his head. "So here's the plan for today. You and me. Doing whatever you want." He pauses, his brow raising playfully. "And you letting me do that thing to you a few times around the house."
You giggle, pressing your face into his neck. "Deal."
"And maybe outside...."
You slap his chest. "'M not going to back to jail Bucky."
"I'm jus sayin'-" he starts. You shut him up with a kiss. "I love you, Gorgeous," he sighs when you lift your head.
"Love you too."
Bucky settles back in the sheets. Placing his fingers between yours, listening to you plan the rest of the day.
Looking at your hand, he knows the only thing that would make today better is if you were wearing his grandma's ring. The one he hid in the garage a while ago when he realized you were it for him. His everything. His life.
A few more weeks and everything will be perfect. If you say yes. As he looks down at you talking, he knows you will.
But he's going to make you fall for him even more before he asks.
Just to be safe.
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speak, sweetheart | bucky barnes
summary: bucky and sam are left speechless when ‘the quiet one’ says what everyone is thinking. inspired by tfatws.
♡ pairing: bucky barnes x shy!avenger reader. platonic → slight flirting.
!! warnings: john walker being gross, reader is very shy (is that a warning idk) short, fluffy.
✎ authors note: i love reading about shy!readers because i am so introverted and it’s validating to see reader inserts with my exact personality type. i kinda want to try and write some more badass reader inserts in the future though !! let me know what y’all think / send asks with requests :)
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it was no secret that when it came to you, bucky and sam, you spoke the least out of the three of you. sometimes bucky wondered if the things he had heard you say were just the fragments of conversations the two of you shared in his dreams. beyond the taste of communication during missions, you preferred to remain silent and your lack of words reduced even more in the presence of john walker. the new ‘captain america’ had shown up during a fight with the flag smashers which resulted in sam and bucky rolling through a field as if they were trying to recreate that one padmé and anakin scene you loved so much.
walker and his partner, lemar, were riding along when they pulled up beside you, sam and bucky on the road. you watched on in amusement as they tried to grab your attention, wondering what witty comment sam or bucky would throw their way. what you didn’t expect was to be sitting across from the new captain just mere seconds later. why the fuck are we doing this? you thought to yourself sending empty glances at your co-workers.
bucky stared at john which made john shift in his seat. a smile eventually formed on your lips, enjoying the way the ‘hero’ squirmed under bucky’s gaze. the all too familiar stare would make anyone back down and you were happy that it had somewhat humbled john. sam excused bucky’s more than anti-social behaviour and made an effort to discuss the flag smashers. despite sam’s attempts to keep the conversation casual and civilised, john had a different agenda at play.
“who is this? new avenger?” he asked sarcastically. sam stopped mid-sentence to glance at you and back at john. you let john’s gaze settle on you but sucked in a breath when he looked you up and down, hating the way his gaze felt on your skin.
“yeah, new recruit.” sam responded. bucky’s stare was as hard as ever and even lemar’s eyes darted around the men’s faces in a sort of intimidated manner.
“what’s your name, sweetheart.” his condescending tone made your face scrunch up in disgust. gross, you thought. “cat got your tongue?” he asked, laughing at his own joke. you remained silent, not giving into him.
“leave her alone.” bucky spat. you let him take this one, usually sending him a look whenever he tried to defend you to yet another asshole you met on the field. this time you just exhaled, looking past john’s head as if he wasn’t sat right in front of you, ticking him off.
“she can speak, right?” he joked, moving his head into your line of sight, desperate for some sort of attention which you refused to give him.
“yes, she can.” sam responded, growing annoyed as john went even further off topic.
“so, say something then, sweetheart.” that nickname had you growing impatient. why you were hitching a ride with them in the first place was a mystery to you so his unappreciated comments were starting to grind on you.
“hm.” he hums, sitting back in his seat in some sort of satisfaction. you smirked at him, a look that unsettled him slightly and bucky noticed the way john’s own smirk dropped. it was a minuscule shift in expression but he was impressed with how you held him down without even opening your mouth, something he thought only he could do.
“i don’t mean to make any enemies.” he starts with his false innocence. “let’s start over, i’m captain america.” he says, extending a hand to you. thoughts of steve went through your mind and although you didn’t really know steve, you felt protective over his title being shared with anyone else other than sam. bucky had told you the whole story with his own added opinions and you were patiently waiting for sam to take up the shield, agreeing with bucky that sam was the perfect man for the job.
“no you’re not.” you say and everyone looks toward you. “you’re john walker, and the only thing you are captain of is the U.S. army’s 75th ranger’s regiment.” the four men continued to stare at you.
“you did your homework?” he asked, laughing nervously, no sense of superiority lingered in his tone after your comment.
“i did my research.” you corrected, twisting the knife you had put in his ego with an equally condescending tone. bucky’s mouth was open as you smiled an innocent smile at john, causing his jaw to clench in anger.
“stop the car!” bucky shouted over the loud engine. the car came to a halt and bucky jumped out while you gladly followed him. as your feet landed on the gravel you walked away. bucky watched you but hung back, waiting for sam to follow. after a few more exchanged words, he stood up and joined bucky on the road as john and lemar took off.
“she is so strange.” sam starts while laughing. “i love it.” he finishes and bucky laughs with him.
“yeah.” he responds as he watches you bend down to pick up a daisy from the grass. his eyebrows crease together as he watches your calm actions despite what just went down.
you were in the kitchen, pottering about with headphones on when bucky left his room to venture out for a midnight beverage. you hadn’t spoken to either sam or bucky since the confrontation with john out of fear that you had overstepped and said too much, causing conflict where they didn’t need it.
“hi.” he mouths when he sees you. you smile at him, taking the headphones out and pulling yourself onto the counter. “you should get some sleep.” he comments and you just stare him down as he pours a glass of water. when you don’t say anything to him, his eyes dart to you.
“i’m sorry if i crossed a line before.” you say in an almost silent squeak but bucky hears you loud and clear.
“with john?” he asks and you hum in response. “i have to admit.” he starts, taking a sip before putting the glass down. he leans on the stone island and looks you over before continuing. “i was very suprised.” your lips pulled together into a small smile recalling how you silenced walker.
“i shouldn’t have said anything.” you say, fingers wringing together in an anxious response to the conversation.
“really?” he questions. “it was very bad-ass.” he comments with a huge grin and head tilt making you laugh again.
“it was silly.” you correct. “i let him get to me.” you confess, voice getting louder in volume the more comfortable you become. “he is so irritating.” you comment and bucky smiles in understanding, trying not to laugh too loudly.
“i know, doll, he is.” he agrees. “but hey, you stood up for yourself, you can’t be too disappointed, in fact you should be proud.” he says. you never thought of it like that and the thought eases your thoughts.
“can i ask you a question?” he asks and you nod your head. “why don’t you speak to us much?” he asks. you swallow and exhale through your nose, making bucky shift in his spot while he awaits some sort of answer. “you don’t have to talk about it, sorry, it’s fine.” he says.
“i just don’t.” you say. “it’s like, i feel better just observing instead of getting involved.” you explain, bucky folds his arms over his chest. “i like to hear other people talk rather than hear myself.” you say.
“well, i like it when you talk to me.” he says.
“yeah?” you respond and he nods enthusiastically, eyes softening. you nod with him until he stops and you both laugh.
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summary in which you and bucky show affection in front of the team for the first time.
pairing bucky barnes x reader
warnings fluff, a brief mention of choking, pda, bucky and reader being an adorable couple, avengers being avengers.
a/n have a nice day/night <3 not my gif
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You and Bucky weren’t a huge fan of PDA for the first few months of your relationship.
It would never go further than holding hands while walking on the streets or Bucky’s hand on your thigh during dinner with your teammates. Sometimes, during galas or parties, Bucky’s hands would be on your waist protectively. You liked his touch, it was comforting but still, he wasn’t really comfortable with people around him and showing affection in front of them was a big step.
And maybe he was ready to take that step.
The whole team was in the jet, exhausted because of the hard mission. Luckily, nobody was hurt, just tired.
You sat next to Bucky like you always did. You were a little distant since the team was around but Bucky had different plans. He took your hand in his and pulled you to his lap, much to your surprise. You looked at him with widened eyes and he smiled at how frustrated you were. Your legs were thrown over his and his arm was wrapped around your shoulders. He kissed your cheek to comfort you a little and it worked. You put your head on his shoulder, inhaling the familiar scent. Even this was too much PDA for you usually, but if Bucky was comfortable it was always okay for you.
“Are you okay, pretty girl? Does it hurt anywhere?” he asked, his voice was worried but calm. He was protective and gentle at the same time. You loved how caring Bucky was, a side of him that only you got to see. You smiled at him and squeezed his hand a little.
“I am fine. You are not hurt, right?” you asked and he kissed your forehead.
“I am okay.” he said and you closed your eyes. You were exhausted and Bucky was warm, his scent was comforting.
“Are you sleepy?” Bucky asked and you mumbled a yes before closing your eyes. He kissed your nose, making you giggle sleepily and kissed your hand before closing his eyes. He put his head on yours.
“I love you, babydoll.” he whispered.
“I love you too, Bucky.”
“Looks like tin man is in love.” Tony said and Steve chuckled at his words.
“We better get used to it. I don’t think they will stop soon.” Natasha said and shook her head.
“I can’t believe this is the same man who choked me for touching his stuff.” Sam said as he looked at you two, sleeping peacefully in each other’s embrace.
“He looks so… loving.” Clint said and the whole team nodded in agreement. They’ve never seen Bucky like this before.
Steve’s eyes were soft as he watched you two. He knew that Bucky deserved this after everything. It was good to see his best friend happy, in love.
He never thought Bucky was the one to do love, but there he was, 70 years later, his big arms wrapped around your smaller frame to protect you from anything even when he is asleep, both of you sleeping peacefully.
After 70 long years, Bucky was in love.
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18+ ONLY! BE RESPONSIBLE AND RESPECTFUL PLEASE :)
Bucky x female reader
SUM: Bucky doesn't want the room next to yours anymore, and you need to know why
CONTAINS: soft smut, soft bucky, adult language, unprotected sex (don't be silly wrap your willy), handjob, implied mention of blowjob that never actually happens, reader doesn't cum, maybe angst? idk, fluff, mentions of masturbation, a little jealousy if you squint like really really hard, insecure Bucky, mentions of bruising by a non-violent action. Let me know if there's anything else!
NOTE: honestly not very good but hey, at least I’m posting something 😐
WORDS: 3.5K I'm sorry
not proof-read, feel free to correct me on any errors :)
When you arrived at the compound as the latest recruit after working alongside the Avengers through SHIELD for nearly two years everyone was thrilled to have you officially be part of the team. Even Barnes cracked a smile at your welcoming party. And then you got assigned the room next to his. You were told several times that a new one could be arranged if you needed it. And although you knew everyone meant well, you still found it a bit disrespectful to James. He couldn't help his nightmares.
So when a month had passed and Bucky was the one to seek out Steve to request a new room it caused all kinds of confusion. And when Tony got involved he was quick to make a game out of it, including everyone but you. Whoever guessed the reason for his request would get twenty dollars from everyone else willing to participate in the bet. Which were nearly everyone in the compound and half the people over at SHIELD.
But he couldn't, or more wouldn't tell anyone the reason. Not even Sam, no matter how much he pestered Bucky about it. And it wasn't like Bucky didn't know about their bet, which made him all the more reluctant to tell them why. So when a month passed and nothing happened with Steve's promise of looking into the possibilities, Bucky knew it was only a matter of time before you got word of it. And during their monthly movie night, that's exactly what happened.
It wasn't like Wanda meant to let it slip, but when she happily informed Bucky about her moving into Vision's room, she mentioned how he could try hers and see if it was better. And that was the start of Bucky's personal hell about to break loose.
You scrunched your nose and looked over at Sam, but he just smirked and shrugged. The bastard knew something for sure.
''Is there something wrong with the room you have now?''
Had Bucky turned his head any faster he probably would've snapped his own neck, but he tried to act nonchalant. ''Hm?'' He raised his eyebrows and looked at a spot on the couch just behind your head. Only hoping you thought he was looking at you.
Sam nudged Steve's side as he cackled at the clear panic creeping up on Bucky. Was the bet finally reaching its end?
''I asked if there's anything wrong with your current room,'' you repeated, this time with less of a smile. The thick tension in the air told you there was something everyone knew but you. Something keeping everyone a bit on edge as your interaction with Bucky played out. As if they had been waiting for it. But you knew more than they seemed to think.
''N-no.'' Bucky cleared his throat and shook his head. ''No,'' he repeated with a more steady voice. ''No, there's nothing wrong with my room. I- uh, I just wanted some change.'' He smiled, but it was so obviously fake it looked more painful than anything else.
You didn't say anything for a moment, just looked at the way too intrigued people around you. And then in the blink of an eye you stood and held out your hand for Bucky, completely forgetting his issues with physical touch.
He looked at your hand as if it was going to burn him before meeting your hard stare, completely gobsmacked. But he couldn't will himself to move a single muscle as the only sounds were the forgotten movie playing in the background and Sam snickering to himself. Bucky made a mental note to smack him for that later.
You rolled your eyes and huffed. ''Can we please talk for a moment, James?'' you asked and left for the elevator without looking to see if he followed. You knew he would.
And he did. Although it took him a moment, he soon scurried to his feet and hurried towards the elevator. Hitting the back of Sam's head with a flat hand as he passed. He made sure to slow down and put on his best unbothered face when you turned. And just as the doors were about to close he slid in with a proud grin. But quickly wiped it again when he saw the unamused raise of your brow as you looked at him with your arms crossed over your chest. The chest that was covered by a shirt he suddenly recognized as his own.
''Is that my shirt?'' he questioned, breaking the silence between you just as the elevator dinged and the doors opened. A blush crept up his neck and he quickly averted his gaze when you hummed a confirming ''mhm'' and pushed your way past him. He followed you without another word and only hesitated for a moment before entering your room. He had never actually seen it before. Only imagined what it must look like. Most of it added up.
You sat down on the edge of your bed and motioned for him to close the door. He quickly obliged before stiffly walking over to you and sitting down on the spot you had patted. His back was unnaturally straight and he couldn't stop fiddling with his hands.
''You wanna change room because of me, right?'' you finally asked with a shaky sigh. ''That's why the others didn't involve me in their bet.''
His head shot up and looked at your quizzically.
''Of course I knew about it.'' You chuckled, answering his question without even needing to hear it. ''Brian told me after like, three days. I was just waiting for Tony to let me in on it.'' Whoever told Brian should have known he would obviously let his former field partner know about the bet, especially once people started making suggestions it was because of you. ''So who's the lucky winner?''
Bucky could only shake his head. He was at a complete loss for words. And he looked everywhere but on you, stopping on a suddenly very fascinating stain on his jeans.
''Do I snore obnoxiously loud?'' You started with a chuckle. ''Or do my farts make their way to your room? Is it my loud sour singing that makes you want to move? I would get that one, honestly.'' You both chuckled, but soon your mood visibly changed. ''Or maybe it's something more real. Like, do you just hate me or something? Have I done something to offend you?''
That was the thing that made Bucky finally look at you. And when he did his breath hitched for a moment. Your eyes were glossy and your lip already slightly bruised from biting it, a nervous habit of yours Bucky had noticed within the first week. And if he thought he was fidgety, it was nothing compared to you. It seemed you couldn't even sit still. His hand moved on its own accord and gripped your knee tightly. You met his gaze. Bucky nearly lost his courage when he drowned in your eyes.
''It's none of that. You haven't done...'' he let out a shaky breath, ''anything. You haven't done anything wrong. Believe me.''
''Please tell me why,'' you pleaded.
He tightly closed his eyes and let his brows fall into a frown. His heart was damn near about to break through his chest and he hoped you couldn't feel how sweaty his hand was through your thin pajama pants.
''I can hear you,'' he finally announced, emphasizing ''hear''. Had he dared open his eyes he would see the beyond confused look on your face. But the silence was enough for his nerves, so he chose to clarify before you could say anything to make him change his mind. ''When you bring guys home. I can hear you with them through the wall. For a billionaire, Tony sure was cheap when it came to them.'' He tried a chuckle to ease the tension, but I did nothing for him.
The silence following his confession was too long for his eyes to stay closed, so he carefully peeked at you and was taken aback by how hard you were blushing. Your entire face an entirely different shade from before, and now you were avoiding his gaze. Why were you embarrassed? He was the one sounding like a total pervert listening to you have sex for a whole month before even attempting to give you privacy. And on top of that never giving you a heads up about it. Just lying there in his bed with a rock-hard dick and shaky hands as he contemplated how wrong it would be.
''I- uh,'' you stumbled over your words, ''well I, I never brought a guy back here.'' You finally confessed and buried your face in your hands in pure embarrassment. Suddenly this confrontation felt like a terribly bad idea.
Bucky's brows fell back into a frown as he raked his brain for what you meant. And then it hit him. And boy did it hit him hard.
''Oh... OH.'' It was like they were playing fetch with the embarrassment, and now it was back with him. ''I uh, I honestly didn't realize.'' As if that would make any difference now.
You just nodded, still refusing to look at him. ''Well, uh, why... I mean, why didn't you tell me to keep it down or something?'' The question was ridiculous, even you realized that.
With a simple shrug of his shoulders, a sudden and unpleasant silence fell over the two of you. Neither one wanted to be the first to move from your spot on the bed. But was there anything left to say at all? And it dawned on Bucky that he would have to disregard his own embarrassment to try and soothe yours.
''I never told you because I... I liked the sounds you were making.'' You looked at him in surprise, but he kept his eyes locked on his hand that still hadn't left your knee. ''It's been a l-long time since, well yeah, since I... you know. And I don't know why I didn't just tell you right away. I'm sorry.''
Soon your hand found his and your eyes met again. This time the tensions in the room had changed.
''Did it turn you on, Bucky?'' you asked, your voice much lower than before. ''Did you get off to it? Thinking I was being fucked by someone else? Maybe you imagined it was you instead?''
He nodded shortly, gulping hard. And then you stood in front of him, your hand still holding onto his and placing it gently on your hip. He sat more comfortably on the bed and looked up at you. Your hair was framing your face perfectly as your eyes studied him. And when you leaned down to his ear and he could feel your breath on his skin he inhaled sharply through the nose. Goosebumps prickled his skin when your lips brushed against the shell of his ear as you spoke.
''I always imagine it's your hands instead of mine.'' Stilling to see what his reaction would be. ''But, just from feeling them on me during training, I knew mine could never compare.''
Bucky's movements were far from confident, his hands shaking and sweat forming in places he barely knew possible. But he still reached for the back of your thighs and pulled you down to straddle his lap. Your hands landed on his shoulders and then you were looking at each other again. Staring into each other's eyes and getting lost there.
You were the first to speak. ''Bucky, you are captivatingly beautiful.'' His arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you closer in the process. The action made your core brush over his crotch ever so lightly, but it was enough for him to hiss. ''I could get lost looking for the treasures in your soul that you try to keep hidden from the world. But I see it. I see you, Bucky.''
The second the words left your mouth, his lips were on yours. It was a clumsy kiss. He mostly puckered and pressed his on yours, but it put a grin on your face as your hands gripped the hair at the nape of his neck. It made an unexpected moan escaped Bucky, and it was impossible to tell which one of you was more surprised by it. But while it made Bucky blush furiously, it only spurred you on. Quickly your lips found their way to his jaw and down his neck. Kissing and nibbling teasingly as his grip around your waist got progressively tighter, holding you in place. He was too busy trying to make sense of the situation to notice you bracing yourself, but when your hips ground over his hard dick his head fell back with a loud groan. And when his grip loosened you saw it as your chance to fall to your knees on the floor between his legs. Your movements were too fast for Bucky to properly process, and suddenly his pants were off and the only thing hindering his erection was his boxers. And they were already stained with his pre-cum.
Your hand moved from his calf up to his bulge, scratching ever so slightly with your nails and smirking at the goosebumps following your movement. ''Do you want to?'' you asked as your right hand rubbed him through his boxers while the left stroked his thigh.
Bucky was a blubbering mess. Leaning back and holding himself up with his forearms, looking at you with wide-blown eyes and flushed cheeks. It took him a few tries to finally get the words out. And even then it was never a complete sentence.
''I... I haven't... Not since... It was before...I don't know if can make you... Are you... If you don't...''
Your left pointer pushed against his plush lips and you held back a laugh. ''I've been wanting this since the first time I met you, James. And quite frankly I don't care if I cum or not tonight, I want this to be about you.''
He nodded furiously at your words, and that was your cue to keep going. But before you could take off his boxers he started tugging at your-... his shirt. You took it off in one swift motion and giggled at his instant ogling. And just as swiftly his boxers were removed and your hand placed around his shaft, spreading the pre-cum around before pumping it slowly. You kept pumping him for a couple minutes before adjusting your position and pushing your hair away from your face. But Bucky stopped you once again before you could do anything, this time with his words.
''I want to kiss you,'' he blubbered out, making grabby hands at you and you couldn't help but laugh. ''I need to kiss you.'' His metal hand grabbed the back of your neck and pulled your face up to his. This kiss was different. It was passionate and hungry and needy. And it only took a few seconds before it turned messy with saliva and clashing teeth. And when you moved back to take off your pants and underwear he chased your lips to keep the kiss going.
When you sat back on his lap and let his member slide between your wet folds there was another shift in the air. And when you looked down at him you didn't see the brooding former assassin, you saw the true Bucky. Nervous and unsure of himself. But most of all full of absolute love. Despite all the hate he has experienced, he had the fullest heart you ever had encountered. And when you cupped his face using both your hands, his eyes closed and he became putty in your hands. His arms had encircled your waist once again, holding you against his chest as your hips kept moving over him in slow motions. You kept doing it for, well, not very long to be honest, before rising on your knees and guiding his leaking member towards your entrance.
Bucky wasn't even inside you yet and already losing his fucking mind. So when you looked at him for a final confirmation he quickly nodded and buried his face in your chest. You sunk down on him slowly and he was grasping onto you for what felt like dear life.
When you bottomed out and stilled for a moment he moved his head from your chest to look at you.
''Kiss me,'' he near begged with pouting lips. You were willing to bet that if you hadn't granted his wish immediately he would've whined. But you wanted it as much as him, if not more.
When your lips molded against his and you could feel the faint taste of popcorn he had been eating, you started moving your hips. Slowly. Barely even moving at all, really, but it made his jaw fall slack and he panted against your lips. Your kisses moved along his cheeks, down his jaw, to his neck, behind his ear, and back to his neck again. There would undoubtedly be marks left behind, and the thought of people seeing it prided you. And you knew there would be bruises on your waist from the hard grip Bucky had on you as he kept you pressed flush against his chest. The hard hold made it more difficult to move any faster or in bigger motions, but you figured it wasn't necessary anyway.
Because the sounds that were coming from Bucky could only be described as a mixture of pornographic and pathetic. He tried to silence himself by biting down on your shoulder, but the euphoric feeling was too much and he kept having to move away for air. The room was filled with his pants, whines, groans, and moans, but he only cared about the soft sounds you were making while seemingly kissing every inch of him you could reach. And when he hit a certain spot inside you, you threw your head back and moaned his name. Bucky was awe-struck as he took the moment to admire you riding him so delicately. Your soft pants spurred him on and he bucked his hips up to meet yours, earning him another moan of his name.
''Oh my God, Bucky,'' you pulled at his hair, ''do it again, please.''
Bucky started slow, thrusting up into you every now and then, soon he found your rhythm and even quickened the pace. He kissed your neck and did his best to leave marks, wanting everyone to see.
''Oh, honey,'' he moaned sinfully before biting down on your sensitive skin and making you squeal over him. He basked in your reactions to his every move and touch. ''I'm gonna-''
''Cum for me, Bucky.'' You interrupted him. ''You feel so good.''
It only took a few more thrusts before he slowed down and you rode him to his orgasm. With a string of curses mixed with your name and moans, he released inside you. His grip got impossibly tighter and for a second you swore you couldn't breathe. You stilled on top of him and hugged him close to your chest, brushing your fingers through his hair.
''I'm sorry,'' he spoke suddenly, making you lean back to look at him.
''I don't know.''
You laughed at him. ''Well, I'm not.''
He looked at you and smiled, a real dopey smile. ''Thank you, for that.'' He blushed again as if his dick wasn't still inside you.
''It was my pleasure.'' You cradled his cheek and pressed a peck to his plump lips before standing and heading to the bathroom.
Bucky sat there for a moment before following you. He walked in just as you turned on the shower. ''I really like you.'' He announced and looked down when you looked at him over your shoulder. ''I don't want you to think I only used you for sex.''
Without a word you stepped into the shower and let the hot water wash over your body. You enjoyed the sensation for a moment before turning around to face Bucky who was staring shamelessly at you. And when you reached out your hand for him to take, he didn't hesitate this time and happily stepped into the shower with you.
Silence fell over you. A comfortable one. And the only things you shared as you washed each other's bodies were goofy smiles and small pecks when the other least expected it followed by giggles.
It was when Bucky kneeled down to place soft kisses on your bruised waist and hips that you broke the silence.
''So, when are you moving into Wanda's room?''
He looked up at you and shook his head when he saw the devilish smile on your face. And when he rose to his feet he was quick to grab the back of your neck with his metal arm.
You got pulled in to him by the hand on your neck and your lips attached to his. This kiss was sweet and soft and slow. It was two fumbling idiots pouring everything they were too shy to actually say into one silly little kiss.
Thank God for making Tony build the walls so goddamned thin. And Sam, for suspiciously paying for everyones drinks the following weekend.
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What A Peach
Summary: You decide to try out an interesting pair of legging and inadvertently cause Bucky to lose his mind. What can he say, the man loves a good peach.
Gif by @unearthlydust
Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Warnings: Smut, 18+, Minors DNI, body worship, Bucky is an ass man (dont @ me either)
A/N: Written for @sagechanoafterdark (surprise) and beta’d by the wonderful @buckyownsmylife but all mistakes are my own.
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“I don’t know, are you sure this is going to work?” you ask, not even bothering to hide the skepticism in your voice. You’ve been watching the same series of clips for the past five minutes and you’re not convinced. “Nat, I’m sure most of these are staged anyway, plus I don’t look like half these women.”
The alluring redhead snatches her phone out of your hand with a smirk. “Have you seen the way he looks at you?” She retorts, tapping her screen with a long manicured nail. “He’s going to love it.” She stares at you, daring you to disagree with her.
You roll your eyes and go back to your cart, clicking out of it, you review the return policy again. What started off as a joke led to you studying your online shopping cart, wondering if you were really going to buy some leggings because of a TikTok trend.
Nat holds her phone in front of your face, “tell me that’s not Bucky.”
Watching the eager man on the screen, you have to admit that’s how he would act. And you like it. Picturing Bucky behaving that way has your stomach in knots from anticipation, he’s already insatiable and this would tip him over the edge. Nat sees your expression change and laughs knowingly, “remember to thank me when he blows your back out.”
Two days later.
It’s been a lazy start to the day, neither of you doing much besides showering and lounging. You’re sitting on the couch with your feet on his lap. While he’s relaxed and enjoying his day off, you’ve been anxiously awaiting your package. Discreetly tracking it for the past hour and now it’s only two stops away. Glancing over the top of your phone, you look at Bucky, chewing on your bottom lip, wondering how he manages to look so good first thing in the morning.
His blue eyes fixate on the tv, pink lips parted as he watches the Fellowship of the Ring for the second time this week. A three-day-old stubble on his angular cheeks, his hair mussed from sleep.
Since you didn’t plan on going anywhere today, you’re in his teal Henley and panties while he has on your favorite pair of gray sweatpants. His dog tags resting on his broad chest, clanking softly as he leans forward, engrossed in the movie.
One more stop. Oh, you’re excited. So close. You must have made a noise because he glances over at you, his lips turning up in a wide smile, “whatcha doing doll?” He asks.
You hide your face behind your phone, mumbling “Nothing.” Damn his enhanced hearing.
Bucky tilts his head, quirking a brow. “Nothing” he repeats, pausing the movie when you giggle. He grabs your ankle with his large hand, “tell me or else, doll.” His playful tone warning you he’s seconds away from tackling you.
Before he can pull you towards him, the doorbell chimes. “I’ll get it.” You scramble off his lap, inadvertently kicking him in the stomach, making him oof.
“Sorry,” you say over your shoulder, running to the hallway. Flinging the door open, you grab the box from the delivery person with a “thanks” and close it behind you. Tucking the brown package under your arm, you spin on your heel, heading for the bedroom.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa, where are you going and what’s that?” Bucky inquires, leaning over the back of the couch, one arm dangling over the side, his amused blue eyes raking over you.
You really should have planned better, you don’t respond, trying to think of a way to get upstairs and change. If you hadn’t been wine drunk with Natasha, you would have thought to have it delivered tomorrow. He watches you shift your weight onto one foot with growing amusement and a tinge of suspicion.
“Come here, doll,” he demands, gesturing with his vibranium finger.
“Bucky, I-,” you break off, sprinting up the stairs. His huff of shocked laughter following you. “Finish your movie, Buck-,” you yell.
He spots your phone on the cushion; he chuckles to himself, thinking of how easy it would be to take a peek. Instead, Bucky settles back on the couch, propping his feet up on the coffee table. Leaving it untouched, knowing you’ll tell him your secret, eventually.
You come back down a few minutes later and prop your feet back up on his lap. He gives you a questioning glance, but you only shrug innocently. “Alright, doll,” he says, studying you out of the corner of his eye with a low hum.
The morning drags on for hours as you try to hide your excitement. Nervous energy rolling off you in waves. Bucky continues to observe you quietly, his interest piqued, he knows something has you riled up and he can’t deny how cute you are whenever you get like this.
Around noon, after a few rounds of teasing you, trying to get to you give him a hint, he reluctantly leaves you to go work on your car after you not so subtly ask him when he’s going for the fifth time. He smiles at your giddy goodbye, almost laughing again when you practically shove him into the garage.
With Bucky out of the way, you quickly find the leggings you hid in the closet and pull them out of the clear plastic wrapping. Unsure of what color to get, you opted for the dark gray pair with the honeycomb design and high waistband.
They look a little smaller than you expected. Putting your legs in, you awkwardly hop on the carpeted floor as you struggle to pull them up. After a few near falls, you get the tight stretchy material over your hips. Smoothing your hands down your thighs, you’re surprised at how well they fit.
Holding up the back of his shirt, you marvel at how they curve around your ass, lifting and supporting you in a way that has you giving your reflection a double-take. Twisting from side to side, you can’t believe how you look from every angle. “Magic,” you mutter aloud, “Has to be magic.”
You grab a handful of his shirt, tying it into a knot in the front so that it doesn’t hang over your butt. With one last look, you give in to the urge to smack your own ass before walking down to the kitchen. Opening the fridge, you grab a few things to make lunch and place them on the counter. Your plan is to show off the goods, make him lunch, and have an afternoon quickie.
The sounds of him working travel through the closed door leading to the garage. You lean over the counter, practicing some poses you saw on the clips. Remembering one video, in particular, you arch your back and go up on your tiptoes.
Taking a deep breath, you shout, “Bucky, lunch is almost ready.”
The loud clanking stops, you hear his footsteps approach the door and you drop your gaze to the food. The door creaks open and your heart races. Moment of truth. You bite your lip, eyes scrunched shut as you wait for him.
Bucky strolls in, wiping his hands off with an old gray towel, “I’m starving-…” his voice tapers off when he sees you. Fuck, he sees you. In one of his favorite positions, normally he would prefer you to be naked, but something looks a little different.
His eyes drift down your back to your- oh. A million thoughts race through his rapidly malfunctioning brain. “God damn,” he breathes out after a full minute of gawking at you.
“What the- how, damn doll,” he groans appreciatively, his blue eyes focused on your ass, “What the fuck, you look good. Shit, you’re always sexy but what did you to that ass,”
Your face burns from his praise, and you wiggle your hips. He lets out a low whistle followed by another round of praises.
Bucky saunters over to you, whipping his phone out of his back pocket, “stay just like that,” he orders, you giggle in your hand when he takes several pictures, “damn,” he repeats with every snap. “I didn’t think you could get prettier, but damn. You know I can’t let you leave the house, right?.”
When he gets closer, he tosses his phone on the counter and slaps your ass. Hard. Moaning vulgarly when it jiggles from the force of his hand and he does it over and over until you cry out softly he knows how much you love it when he gets like this.
His head dips for a quick bite of your cheek, “I love these, doll, love your ass even more,” he points out, accentuating his words with another slap.
“Bucky” you yelp, feeling the sting ripple across your skin.
He fondles your cheeks, “Don’t ‘Bucky me’ doll, not when you’re out here looking like a goddamn snack,” he mutters squeezing you, “where did you get these and how many did you buy?”
Not waiting for your answer, he places his hands on your hips and spins you around until you’re facing him. His darkened blue eyes brimming with infatuation and yearning, “You’re beautiful, you know that?”
“I love you,” He grasps your chin, “but now you have to pay for teasing me like this.” He reaches behind you, knocking everything off the counter, the food and containers tumbling to the floor.
You cough out a shocked, “Bucky!”
“Forget the food, doll, I’m having you for lunch,” he smirks, placing his hands under your shirt, his thumbs circling your nipples until they harden under the rough pads of his fingers.
His lips slot over yours, a passionate, slow kiss, his tongue leisurely exploring your mouth until you melt into him, your hands in his hair, pulling him closer.
Deepening the kiss, he drops his hands between your thighs, pushing them apart, he tugs at the inner seams of your leggings. You jerk your head back at the sound of fabric ripping.
“Oh, no you don’t, “he mutters, capturing your mouth again before your protest can leave your lips. You quickly forget to be upset when his warm finger slides through your dripping folds, teasing your bud until you ache for more.
He pulls away, grinning smugly at your whine. He can’t wait, god you’re always sexy, but something about you wrapped up in these leggings like a damn birthday gift out of wet dream has him almost feral with need.
Bucky grips his shaft, freeing himself from his sweatpants, letting the material pool around his feet. You lean back, spreading your thighs. Your breath falters when his darkened eyes move up to your face.
“I can’t even think right now, doll,” he rasps out, his voice thick with need, hurriedly sliding his swollen head through your folds, drenching himself in your slick, “This is what you did to me,” he continues thrusting into you, quick and hard, stretching your velvety walls with each inch.
You fall to your elbows, moaning when he bottoms out, the slight burn giving way to pleasure when he rolls his hips. Bucky stares down at you, his hands gripping your thighs, he stills inside of you.
“Wait, no,” he says, pulling out of your warmth. He ignores your confused protest, pulling you down off the counter.
He spins you, bending you over the smooth surface, his large hand pushing down on your back until your chest is flat on the surface, ass in the air, your head turned to the side as you pant.
“That’s better.” He states, “much better.”
Lifting your hips, he slams back into your core, your warm, tight heat enveloping him with each rough thrust. Bucky concentrates on your ass bouncing as his pace builds. “I’m buying you one in every color,” he decides, unable to handle how good you look right now. “Every fucking color,” he declares.
“Yes, Bucky,” you sob. The way he’s fucking you right now, you would have agreed to wear the damn things on your head if he asked. Your nails bite into the skin of your palm when he grinds his hips into you.
“Fuck you’re good,” he praises, “so good.” His stomach tensing whenever you clench down over him. You feel every ridge of him when he pulls out, layers of pleasure building with every stroke. Your hands scramble over the granite surface, trying to find something to hold on to, needing to ground yourself.
“That’s it, doll,” he says over your moans, “take it.” Bucky leans over, angling deeper in your throbbing pussy, caging you under his large body as he pins your wrists down. You can’t move, the smooth counter pressing into your chest, his dog tags dangling over your back,
“Oh, oh yes” you mewl, words slurring as you lose yourself in the sensations.
“You’re only wearing these inside this house,” he swears, dark and low, in your ear. His hips snapping into yours, kissing your neck, “Only. These.” Punctuating his words with two more deep thrusts that send you arching into him.
You try to respond, but then he kicks your legs further apart, slapping your ass again. Sharp broken sobs spill out, pressure building hard and fast, when his thick digits find your clit. “You’re gonna cum for me right now,” he murmurs.
Your addled brain only hears cum for me, stars exploding behind your eyelids as the coils snap. Your spasming walls clench down, his name ending in a strangled wail, dragging him back into your body because he feels too damn good to let go.
“Good girl, there you go, that’s my girl,” Bucky kisses your back, your soft skin slick and salt-tinged on his lips, waiting for you to recover. When you release a shuddering breath, body limp and relaxed under him, he eases out of your slick cunt, trying to hold back a groan when the cool air hits his cock. Still heavy and hard.
“Now I wanna see how these leggings look when you ride me.”
You blearily glance over your shoulder and he smirks down at you, his hand wrapped around his shaft. “Kitchen floor or couch?” You know by his tone, he really means which one first because he’s going to have you on both.
You do thank Nat much, much later, when you’re finally able to form a semi-coherent sentence.
The very next day, you come home to find Bucky sitting on the couch with a pair of scissors in his hand, a large open box on the coffee table.
“Hey doll,” he utters distractedly, not looking up as you walk into the room. You freeze when you round the couch, your bag slipping from your hand. Almost a dozen of those leggings, all different colors and patterns, piled up beside him, but it’s the pair on his lap that captures your attention.
Closing your eyes, you pinch the bridge of your nose, “Bucky.”
“Hmm,” he hums in response, his tongue between his teeth as he carefully cuts out the crotch of the neon pink leggings.
“You’re not-” you huff.
“Oh, I am.” Bucky’s eyes flicker over to you with a wicked gleam, “now you can’t complain about me ripping holes in your clothes.”
Furrowing your brows, you sputter, “that’s not the point- Bucky, you can’t just-”
“Like I said now you can’t complain.” He tosses the pair on the pile next to him and reaches for another set. “Oh, and I fixed your panties too.”
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summary bucky is touch starved.
pairing bucky barnes x fem!reader
a/n I hope everyone is doing well!
Bucky hated touching.
He hated shaking hands with people he doesn’t know. He hated when he had to spar with anyone other than Steve while training. He hated when the team had to pose for cameras during a gala. He always chose the single seater during movie nights, so no one could sit near him and make him uncomfortable.
Well, all of these were until you came along.
Bucky never talked much with any of the team members, except Steve and, occasionally, Sam. Although he wasn’t much of a talker he still was very nice to you and you liked him. He always brought you coffee when he left for starbucks, smiled at you in the mornings and voted for your movie everytime you and Tony got into a fight about which movie to watch. But again, you never talked much. Until one day he saw you listening to his favorite Ella Fitzgerald song. He was surprised and just wanted to ask you your favorite songs from his time, but the small talk quickly blossomed into a new friendship.
As your friendship continued, love came along so slowly and naturally, as it was always there, and you two quickly fell into a relationship.
And as your relationship grew, he started showing you a side of him that you’ve never seen before
Bucky always held your hand during Tony’s parties. He always made sure that you sat on the seat next to his during dinners, so he could put his hand on your thigh. Some mornings, the team would find you two in the kitchen, you making breakfast as Bucky hugged you from behind. He even started sharing his single seater with you, you in his lap, his hands on your waist as the movie played.
You liked Bucky’s touch. You liked cuddling with him every night, your head on his chest, legs tangled. You liked it when he wrapped his arms around your waist during galas. You liked playing with his hands, drawing lines on his palms with your fingers, as he read. You liked how he always came to your room first after solo missions, how he hugged you liked he had been gone for years.
Because to him, it really felt like years.
Bucky never thought he would be touch starved for anyone, but there he was waiting for quinjet to land, dreaming about the way you would wrap your arms around his waist, how you would rub your little hands on his shoulders as he lifts you up, hands on your waist.
After what felt like an eternity, quinjet finally landed. Bucky took his backpack and started running. By the time he reached your door, he was out of breath. Worth it. He knocked on your door first, always the gentleman he is. When you quickly mumbled a come in. He swears, he had never moved so fast in his life. He opened the door and you were in his arms in seconds.
Bucky had never felt more relieved.
“I missed you”
“I missed you too, baby”
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