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writercole · 2 years

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Somethin’ Stupid

Summary: It's been a while since Bucky's felt like this. He doesn't wanna do somethin' stupid.

Squares: Fluff @buckybingo // Kiss on the Temple @huffle-pissed‘s challenge Words: 3700 (Yikes) Warnings: Meddling Avengers (Tony, Nat and Steve), gambling, insecurities, pining Bucky, sassy Tony, sassy reader Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader A/N: Happy Birthday, Sgt. Barnes! Bucky's birthday is Thursday so I wanted to do somethin' sweet for my favorite blue-eyed hero. Credits: Divider by @firefly-graphics

Bucky Barnes was far from what anyone would call a coward. Even back in his own time, he had more courage and bravery than half of Brooklyn. He could charm a dame with a smile and one scowl was enough to make any man run for the hills. But with her, he couldn’t find the words.

She had blustered into the lab one day when Tony was working on his arm, shouting apologies over her shoulder for being late. Bucky couldn’t take his eyes off of her as she flitted about, babbling to Tony about something. Her voice was a mesmerizing melody and when Tony said something that made her laugh - oh, Bucky was sure that he was head over heels in love with her before ever learning her name.

Tony, as observant as he was, picked up on his friend’s shift in demeanor immediately. So Tony indulged his scientific mind and started experimenting socially. He sent her to areas he knew Bucky would be, began requiring her presence during team building exercises with the Avengers, and noted Bucky’s reactions when they got paired together.

Bucky started seeking her out at gatherings, feigning issues with his arm, creating issues when Tony got suspicious. Anything to see her face. He knew he was head over heels for her but his anxiety about not being good enough was preventing him from acting on his feelings.

After the third formal event that she turned up at, seated next to Barnes of course, Natasha got suspicious. She started watching their interactions, noticing Bucky’s stuttering, his hand running through his hair as she fixed her gaze upon him, smiling at the story he was telling.

And, of course, Natasha saw Tony watching.

“I want in,” the assassin told Tony one evening when she cornered him at the bar.

“What are you talking about, Romanoff?” he questioned, the half dozen ongoing social experiments flitting across his mind as he met her gaze, sipping the scotch in his glass.

“Barnes. I know you’re trying to shove him at your assistant in the lab. Whatever your endgame is, I want in.”

Tony winked and raised his glass to hers with a smirk. The game was afoot.

One afternoon, Natasha brought her down to the gym, saying that it’s probably best that she knows how to defend herself in case something happens. Aliens have invaded New York before.

Bucky was sparring with Steve when the doors opened and Nat walked in with her trailing behind. Bucky was so distracted that he missed a block and Steve landed a right hook that knocked him flat on his back. He almost died from embarrassment when, with Steve’s outstretched hand as an anchor, he stood and saw her staring at the pair of them with wide eyes, Natasha smirking behind her.

Bucky rushed out of the gym, hiding in the locker room until he was sure she was distracted before leaving.

“I know you’re up to something,” Steve muttered in Natasha’s ear during movie night.

“I’m always up to something, Cap,” she replied with a smugness that said she was being purposefully obtuse. “You are going to have to be more specific.”

“Why do you keep turning up wherever Bucky is? And why is Tony all of a sudden interested in bringing non-Avengers into our team building nights?” Steve turned to face her, his eyebrows raised and his gaze stern.

“You are so close to figuring it out, Steve. I wouldn’t want to spoil your fun,” Nat teased with a smirk, not turning her attention away from the tv screen.

Steve’s focus, however, shifted when he heard Bucky chuckle quietly at something she’d said, her hands wrapped around his left arm tightly and her head against Bucky’s shoulder. Everything suddenly clicked; Natasha was helping to get them together.

“He hasn’t been this happy since before the war,” Steve admitted, a bittersweet taste flooding his mouth after he spoke.

“So you’re in? You approve?” Natasha asked, sass lacing her words.

“Yeah, let’s do it.”

Soon, all the Avengers were in on the plan, Clint and Tony starting a pool and taking bets on how long it would take Bucky to man up. A month after the pool was started, only Natasha and Tony remained in the running. Both of their dates were rapidly approaching and they had shifted into high gear.

Tony hosted an annual charity gala for Mardi Gras. He’d never been to the actual event but he loved the idea and he’d been to Carnival in Rio before, so he didn’t feel like he was missing out on the experience. The gala was his date on the pool.

The ballroom was awash in masks, feathers, and beads in varying shades of purple, green, and gold. It wasn’t overly populated, which made Bucky relax a little. He did subtly curse Tony for the theatrics of the event, a masquerade with the unmasking at midnight. He refused to participate, knowing that his arm would give away his identity.

Bucky didn’t care about the majority of the guests. He found them shallow and pretentious, peacocks flashing their feathers looking for a mate. He didn’t want to preen and prance for people who only wanted to talk to him because he was a living legend. Bucky only wanted to talk to one person, the one woman who didn’t shy away from his discussions of Tolkien novels or Spielberg classics.

His eyes searched the room from a dark corner, trying to spot her in the crowd while sipping on a drink that did nothing to get him even the slightest bit buzzed.

“Why are you hiding back here, Tinman?” Tony questioned as he approached. “She’s here and you’re sulking in the corner.”

“Don’t know what you’re talking about,” Bucky growled, sipping his drink and avoiding eye contact.

“Yes, you do. A girl like that won’t have an empty dance card forever. Better snag one now,” Tony told him rather cryptically before clapping him on the shoulder and walking off to mingle with other guests.

Bucky understood what he meant as soon as his eyes scanned the dance floor again. She was in the arms of some stranger, smiling sweetly beneath her mask. The song ended and they stepped apart, the man placing a kiss to the back of her hand. Jealousy burned in his chest; he started walking towards her, following her path to the bar.

She arrived shortly before he did, finding a space in the center of the bar. Another masked stranger approached before Bucky could get there, asking for a dance. She accepted with a smile, one that Bucky was close enough to see didn’t reach the beautiful eyes hidden beneath the black lace mask.

Bucky stayed back at the bar, nursing a scotch and watching the dance floor. His hand clenched around the glass he was holding, a cracking sound filling the air. Bucky didn’t notice the fractured glassware; his eyes had found her and her partner, his hand continuously drifting south while she kept replacing it in the middle of her back.

The song ended and she stepped away, only to be stopped by the male dance partner once again. A low growl resonated in Bucky’s chest as he watched her struggle against the man’s grip. When his ears picked up a low ‘let me go now,’ he pushed off the bar and stalked towards them.

“Come on, baby,” the man cooed, “one more dance.”

“No. I said let me go!” she demanded as she pulled and tugged, doing what she could to break the grip without causing a scene.

“Just one more. I promise I’ll behave,” he begged as he pulled her arm towards him again.

“I believe the lady said to let her go,” Bucky grumbled as he placed himself near her.

“Barnes. Always a spoilsport,” the man sneered, dropping her wrist. “Want to make a real scene?”

Bucky recognized the man’s taunting stance, his cocky sneer. “Wouldn’t end well for you, Walker. Steve and Sam are already on alert and Tony is getting security after spotting you messing with one of his researchers.

Two large men in suits appeared behind Walker and grabbed his shoulders. Walker reacted aggressively, attempting to buck them off. Bucky’s arm shot out, pulling her behind him while the three men grappled. The guards were able to subdue Walker with minimal effort, sliding the flex cuffs on his wrists and hauling him up.

“Looking strong, John,” Bucky taunted as they dragged Walker out of the ballroom.

Bucky turned to face her, inspecting what was visible of her face for any signs of injury. “You okay, doll?” he asked gently.

“I’m fine. But thank you. You’re my knight in a black tux, Buck,” she grinned, looking up at him from behind her mask, eyes bright despite the events of the last few minutes.

“We should get some ice for your wrist,” he suggested as he gingerly lifted her hand.

“After you dance with me,” she countered as she stepped into his space.

Bucky swept her into his arms and started leading them around the dance floor, oblivious to the eyes of their friends on them. He hummed along with the song, something he recognized from his past. His eyes closed as he twirled her in his arms, memorizing the feeling while he could.

Her head settled on his shoulder and he tightened his grip on her waist, pulling her close. They lost themselves in each other, in the music, swaying through three songs before the music stopped and Tony started his thank you speech.

Tony lost his bet. Bucky stepped away for air while she got ice, returning to find that she’d retreated to her room while he was gone. He was a little relieved that she’d left, not wanting to try to hit on her after Walker was so forceful.

By this point, Natasha was the only one left in the pool, picking Bucky’s birthday as the day he finally allowed himself to confess his feelings. She was positive that he’d already fallen hard and she was even more certain that his feelings were reciprocated, but both of them were so sure they were alone in their pining that they were suffering.

She called a team meeting, Bucky excluded of course, and offered to forfeit her win if they would help her execute this plan. She just wanted to see her friends happy. Luckily, the rest of the team agreed.

“What are you doing for your birthday, Bucky?” Y/N asked as she pried apart the plates of his vibranium arm to access the wiring and try to figure out what had been damaged when he crushed it on the last mission.

“I would love to just do something low key, like a dinner with a few people here or even just ignoring it altogether, but Tony rented out this little restaurant and they’re forcing me to go out,” Bucky lamented sadly.

“I’m sure Tony and Steve mean well. They care about you,” she replied sweetly as she fiddled with a connection that had come loose.

Bucky watched her as she worked, her brow furrowing as she concentrated. He resisted the urge to reach up and smooth the creases, ease the worries. He wanted to tell her how adorable it was but he chickened out again. She deserved so much better than him.

“Okay, I think I got everything,” She said as she set down her tools. “If you need anything else, come find me,” she smiled as she popped the last panel into place.

“Thanks, doll. I don’t know what I’d do without you,” he responded honestly as he stood.

“Handsome man like you? You could get anything you needed from anyone you wanted. I think you’d be just fine without me,” she shrugged with a flirty smile.

“Nah, wouldn’t be the same,” he denied, flashing a smile of his own. His eyes flicked down to her lips and he took a step closer, shrinking the distance between them.

She matched his step forward, gazing at him longingly. He tentatively reached for her waist, dropping his hand and raising his gaze when the lab door opened. They instinctively took a step backwards as Steve and Tony walked in. She started putting her tools away as Bucky flexed and moved his vibranium arm in testing.

“Got everything taken care of, Bucky?” Steve called across the lab, his arms folded across his chest.

“Yeah. Seems to be working fine now,” Bucky grumbled. “Thanks again, doll.” His tone and gaze softened when he turned to address her.

“Anytime,” she replied quickly without looking up.

“Fury needs us for some debriefs,” Steve said, “insists on now.”

“Alright, fine. See ya around, doll,” Bucky told her, pressing a quick kiss to her temple without thinking. His cheeks turned red when he realized what he’d done and he rushed from the room.

She had frozen in her place, tool in hand, the second his lips brushed her head. Tony and Steve both noticed the reactions of their friends and shared a knowing smirk, Steve following Bucky from the room.

“What was that?” Tony asked as he came to lean on her workbench, popping blueberries in his mouth.

“Oh, Bucky crushed a couple of plates on the mission. I swapped them out and checked the connections. Everything should be good,” she replied coolly, still putting away her tools.

“You know I don’t mean that,” Tony sassed. “It looked like we walked in on something. And Tinman kissed you before he left.”

“I-I don’t know what to tell you,” she stuttered. “You’d have to be Bucky to know why he kissed my temple. I mean, it’s not like you don’t do the same thing to me when I save your ass, Tony.”

“Yes, but that is totally in character for me. I have never seen Tinman show affection to anyone like that,” Tony rebutted, tossing berries in the air and catching them in his mouth while he waited for an answer.

“First, his name is Bucky,” she snapped as she faced him. “Secondly, I fail to see how that’s any concern of yours.”

“I knew it,” Tony smirked.

“What?”

“You like him.”

“You could have just asked,” she sighed exasperatedly. “I would have been honest with you.”

“Wasn’t sure. See yah,” Tony called as he stood and headed for the door.

“Tony what are you going to do?”

“Have a good night!” he shouted as he shut the lab door behind him.

Days had passed since Tony’s interrogation in the lab. Nothing seemed to have come from the discussion and confession and she was nervous to say the least. Tony Stark had a reputation of meddling in the affairs of his friends. She knew he wasn't going to leave it alone.

But Bucky’s birthday inched closer and she had yet to hear anything about her being invited. Quietly she wondered if that was her answer. If Bucky wasn’t interested that way and she’d misread the signals. Maybe this was Tony’s way of letting her down easy.

As she packed up her workstation to head home, a messenger arrived and handed her a long white box with a blue ribbon. She signed for it and thanked the delivery person, setting the box down on the table to open it.

A red envelope was resting atop black tissue paper, her name written on the front in Tony’s unique scrawl. She pulled out a matching card with a very Tony demand:

“7 PM. This dress and heels. Luciano’s on 27th.”

She checked her watch and swore, seeing that it was six already. She didn’t have time to go home and get ready so she sprinted down the hallway with the box under her arm. She dialed her contacts and prayed that someone would let her call in the favor they owed her.

Bucky trudged slowly down the sidewalk, his head down, as he headed to the restaurant alone. The last encounter he had with Y/N played in his mind constantly, the one where he almost did something stupid and kissed her. He did kiss her temple without thinking about it but if she wasn’t interested then he could play it off as a friendly thing.

He was so lost in his thoughts that he almost passed the restaurant he was headed to. Until he heard it, heard her. He lifted his head and saw her stepping out of one of Tony’s cars. Bucky froze in his tracks in the middle of the New York sidewalk, people shoving past him and muttering obscenities at him obstructing the sidewalk. He was mesmerized by her beauty every other day but tonight, her plum-colored vintage dress short circuited his brain.

His heartbeat was erratic as he watched her fidget nervously in front of the curtained glass door from several paces back. He longed to reach out to her, to comfort her, but he was rooted to the spot. He watched her walk inside the building and watched as the door closed behind her, only snapping out of his trance when the door clicked shut.

He shook his head to try to clear it. Bucky was having second thoughts about showing up until now. Knowing she was in there with his friends gave him the courage he needed to walk through the door and be the center of attention.

She was confused when she walked in the restaurant and found it empty. “Hello?” she called tentatively, her hand tightening around the clutch that matched her dress.

She had assumed that Natasha would be here at least since she had been out when Y/N had called. Nat graciously let her get ready in her room anyway, telling FRIDAY that it was okay.

Taking a few steps forward, she was met with a single, candlelit table and a waiter pulling a chair out, gesturing for her to sit.

“Where is everyone?” she questioned as she sat down.

The waiter smiled when the door opened and nodded towards the opening she had walked through moments before.

Bucky was surprised by the silence when he entered the restaurant. He stood quietly for a second before taking slow steps through an archway and seeing her, just her, sitting at a small table. He heard her gasp when he rounded the corner and steeled himself for the worst.

“Hey, doll. Where is everyone?” he questioned as he sat across from her, the candlelight making her eyes sparkle.

Haven't you figured it out?” she replied with a soft smile.

Bucky shook his head and furrowed his brows for just a moment before his eyes went wide when realization dawned on him, too. “They set us up,” he chuckled. “Those assholes.”

Her smile fell when he spoke, her heart breaking slightly. “Is…is this okay? I could leave if -”

“No! Stay,” he interrupted eagerly. “I mean, please, if you’re okay with this date our friends set up. I think I’d really like to spend my birthday dinner with you.”

“Okay.”

Soft music was playing in the restaurant after their dinner. There were no tense or uncomfortable silences, no awkward questions.

Bucky stood from his chair when a new song started and held out his hand. “May I have this dance?” he asked quietly.

She nodded and took his hand, allowing him to guide her to an open area. He twirled her into his arms and pulled her close, his head tipped down to gaze into her eyes. Her perfume was intoxicating in a way that he felt as if he’d fall to the ground if it were taken away.

“What’s on your mind, Buck?” she whispered.

“I’m so afraid to do something stupid. It’s been a long time since I’ve done this with anyone,” he replied earnestly.

“What could you possibly do that would be so stupid?”

“Say I love you,” he blurted out, his mouth moving faster than his brain. Once he realized what he’d said, his eyes widened in shock.

“Why is that stupid?” she asked, hurt lacing her tone.

“Because I’m sure you’ve heard those words before and it’s never ended well. Because I’m sure you don’t feel the same way about me. I don’t know why Tony set this up, honestly,” he rambled as they stopped moving to the music, his hold on her loosening.

Bucky was surprised when her hands wrapped around the back of his neck and pulled him down. Before he could ask what she was doing, her lips were on his, kissing him with a pent up need that he reciprocated, his arms snaking around her waist and tugging her into his chest.

He took control of the kiss quickly, his tongue swiping over her lips as his hand slid up her back, pressing between her shoulder blades. Her arms tightened around his neck and she sighed happily. They broke apart after several minutes, their foreheads pressed together and their chests heaving.

“Wanna try that answer again?” she smiled.

“It’s stupid because I didn’t say it sooner,” he answered.

“Better.”

“So does this mean that you’re my girl now?”

“I’ve been your girl for months. You were just too stupid to do anything about it,” she teased.

“Hey, you didn’t exactly make your intentions known either,” he fired back with a chuckle.

“I didn’t want to press too hard in case you weren’t comfortable with a woman being so forward. You do come from a different time,” she shrugged.

“Well, we have to make sure we thank Tony tomorrow,” he sighed as he tightened his arms around her once again.

“Definitely. I gotta know who won the pool, though,” she said excitedly.

“Pool? What pool?” Bucky’s head tilted in confusion as she giggled, trying to figure out what she meant by winning a pool.

“We weren’t supposed to know but they were betting on when you’d man up and ask me out,” she explained. “I overheard Clint and Tony talking about it ages ago.”

“They made bets about this?”

“Yeah.”

“Our friends need new hobbies,” Bucky muttered as he tilted her chin up, capturing her lips again, effectively ending the conversation.

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msmarvelouswinchester · 3 years

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Paris

Summary - Love is unexpected but with the right person it always feels right.

Pairing - Bucky Barnes x Reader, mentions of Steve x Reader

Warning - All the feels

WC - 1333

Square filled - 'You'll be happier without me' ( @buckybingo )

A/N - My first Bucky Barnes fic! It's an AU and very Bollywood-esque. Mildly based off Shahrukh Khan's movie "Jab Harry Met Sejal"

Unbeta'd. Divider by @firefly-graphics

“I don't want to leave…” her voice was merely a whisper but Bucky caught on to her pleading. The hold around her frame tightened and she buried her nose in the crook of his neck. His cerulean eyes gazed lovingly at her and she ran her fingers through the short strands of his soft hair.

“You have to, doll.” Pouting her lips, Y/N turned her face away from him and noticed the sun was almost at the horizon. She shivered as the cool breeze hit her body and she nuzzled close to Bucky.

“No, I can stay,” she said, her lips quivering as she thought of the impending separation.

“You can't do that.” He spoke softly. A few seconds of complete silence passed by as words failed them. “Please don't make this harder on us.”

“So you're really gonna make me leave? But will you be able to forget me, forget us?” Every one of her words hit him like a ton of bricks and the walls came crumbling down. Lips pressed into a thin line, he shook his head. He placed his palm against her cheek and made her turn her face towards him, placing a kiss on her temple.

“We were never meant to be. You'll be happier without me and maybe forget about us someday.” He said but his eyes betrayed him. “Steve is waiting for you, doll.”

“I can call off the engagement. Tell me that you love me and I'll be yours in a heartbeat.” Y/N said.

“I was just your tour guide.” Bucky said and her shoulders drooped because it wasn't a lie. She was a tourist and he was her tour guide who fell in love over a piece of croissant as he showed her around Paris. But some might say, they were fated lovers, destined to meet but not lucky to be together till death do them apart.

“I cheated on Steve. There is no turning back from there.” Y/N swallowed hard.

“We never did anything. I didn't even kiss you because I knew you had a fiancé waiting at home for you.” Bucky tilted his head and stared at her.

“But it feels like cheating. I fell in love with you--”

“No you didn't. You feel like you did but maybe this is crush and--”

“I'm not a sixteen year old freshman that I'll have a crush on you. I fell in love with you, Bucky. How can I go back to Steve and act like everything's perfect?” She asked.

She had a flight to catch the next day but all she wanted was to be in Bucky’s arms. She knew it would crush Steve if the engagement was called off but there was no way she would go through with the wedding. “‘M going to call off the wedding, nonetheless.”

Bucky’s eyes widened and she noticed that his blue eyes were more prominent than ever, face illuminated by the incandescent glow of the setting sun. He looked angelic and Y/N eyes shone with unshed tears.

“Why would you do that? Y/N don't do anything you're gonna regret later.” Bucky said.

“My married life with Steve is already up in flames before it even began. And I blame you, Bucky Barnes.” She let out a bitter laugh.

“You invited me to have dinner with you.” He said, rolling his eyes, “Don't blame me.”

“It was a gesture of good will. You paid for my lunch because my dumbass forgot to carry the wallet.” She giggled, “Damn croissant!”

Her laughter died down and his face fell, the smile replaced by a frown. “I come with a lot of baggage, Y/N.” Bucky said and rolled up his sleeves. There was a prominent scar on his bicep. Y/N looked up at him and he nodded. She raised her hand and placed it gently against his skin, tracing the scar with her finger. “Spent eighteen months in therapy after I almost died and lost my arm. Lana, my girlfriend, she left me because all those nightmares were too much for her to handle. I was going insane. So my therapist advised me to take a trip around the world. It was a solo trip and I came to Paris and fell in love with this enchanting city but the flashbacks of the accident still haunt me. Think you can handle being in love with a broken, insane man like me?”

“You're not broken Barnes. Everyone has darkness within themselves. You suffered deeply and there was no one who could have shared the pain with you except this city. And it isn't just a coincidence that in this city, you met the woman who is willing to share your suffering.” Y/N said as the sky lost it's orange hue and stars started to sparkle. She untangled herself from Bucky and got up, his eyes followed her every movement. “I got a flight at ten in the morning. I'll be returning to the States and calling off the wedding. I can't be with Steve when I'm already in love with another man.”

“Why are you telling me all this?”

“Because I want you to be there at the airport. I want to see you one last time.” She said, “I hope you'll be there. Good night, Bucky.”

Y/N made her way back to the hotel without sparing him another glance because one more look and she would break down crying in his arms.

Sighing, Bucky watched her leave.

She waited. With bated breath, she counted down to the last seconds, hoping he would show up until she lost all hope. It was foolish to believe he would be there at the airport. Only a few minutes were left before the last call for the departure of the flight to the US would be announced. She got up from her seat and started to make her way over to the gate before glancing at the doorway another time.

“Last boarding call for flight 352…” Y/N tuned out the rest of the announcement as the corner of her lips tugged up into a small smile when she spotted the familiar figure.

Bucky looked around the room and his breath hitched as his eyes fell on her. Taking a few long strides, he approached her.

“Have you ever thought about staying in Paris?” He asked, cupping her face.

“The thought never crossed my mind but this is indeed a beautiful city to live in,” She smirked and he pulled her close. She gazed up lovingly at him as he cupped her face in his soft, warm hands. Tilting his face, he leaned in, his lips hovering over hers.

“May I?” He asked, his hot breath fanned against her skin and she nodded. Their lips met and the time around them stood still. Her heart pounded in her chest and she felt herself go weak in her knees as his lips devoured hers. It was all too much yet it wasn't enough. Her arms came up ro wrap around his neck, pulling him closer as much as possible.

“Stay.” He whispered against her lips after breaking off the kiss and brushing away the stray hairs from her face.

“Are you sure?” She panted as the kiss literally took her breath away.

“Absolutely.” He said, “I don't want to be just your tour guide anymore.”

“But you--”

“I know I said a lot of stupid things. I tried to push away all those feelings for you but it didn't work. I don't know if something was in the air of Paris last night as I walked home but I realised that I'm madly in love with you and the thought of you flying back to the States is killing me, doll. So stay.” He said and Y/N giggled.

“Looks like I need to stay here after all, Bucky.” She said, pointing at the closed gates behind them.

“Good. Just you and me in Paris.”

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waywardimpalawriter · 3 years

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Could you do a Bucky/Reader fic for 16 on the smut prompts?

The intimacy of shaving

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader, Sam Wilson x Reader

Bucky Bingo Square: New haircut square

Characters: Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson, Sarah Wilson

Setting: three months after the end of Falcon and the Winter Soldier

Rating: M (Mature), E (explicit), NSFW, +18 only please

Warnings: fluff, angst, bickering, smut, oral female receiving, yearning, pining, unrequited love, smutty dreams, broken bones, mention of torture, Bucky’s old memories,

Word count: 10,800

Summary: Frustrated with being left behind, worry taking hold after finding out just a fraction of how bad your boys are. Making you start to search your feeling's for both men. Especially with the intimacy of giving Bucky a hair cut and shave. Unexpected emotions surface on all parts.

Notes: Sequel too “My own worse enemy," filling in a bingo square for #buckybingo and also an Anon request asking for smut prompt #16 “I’m going to die if you don’t let me cum.” Hope you don't mind me adding Sam into the mix sweetie. Also for my head cannon Sam uses Delacroix LA for his base of operation. Wanting to help take care of his family while taking on the mantle of Captain America. Hope you enjoyed doll.

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Wearing a path from the kitchen to living room ignoring Sarah’s stare, thumb nail damn near nibbled to the bed with how much your chewing the poor abused finger. Cell phone pressed to your ear, listening to Sams deep baritone, “What’d ya mean three places Samuel? How the f-ing hell did you both managed to get so banged up?”

“Explanations will roll out once we touch down Y/N for now know at least he didn’t break his funny bone that’s still none existence,” glancing towards Bucky stretched out over the metal helo bench. Right arm in a sling snug to his body, thick plaster cast covering from mid bicep to mid palm, fingers still visible.

“I heard that and I do to have a sense of humor just not your brand of stupid jokes bird brain,” deep voice unmistakably Bucky’s catching a wobble in the cadence not there when last they spoke.

Swiping a hand over your face wanting to kill them both for leaving you behind. Plans to do just that forming in your mind while snarking, “Remind me again why exactly you chose to leave me behind?”

Staying home you could’ve possibly worked with, the unknown danced on your nerves more than you’d give credit to. Having grown even closer to both men over the last six months, always brushing those pesky feelings and thoughts away that surface during weak moments of worry or sleep.

“To dangerous and I’m not arguing with you on those semantics it’s bad enough cyborg got the shit beaten out of him,” quickly pulling the phone from his ear at the high pitched sound from down the line. Forgetting a moment your attachment to both men, “You finished?”

Low growl in answer, biting off the curses you wish to fling at both Captain America and the Winter Soldier. “Don’t worry you’re in for it once you get home. ETA?” Checking the watch strapped to your left wrist, “I’ll come pick y’all up, gotta stop in town for supplies anyway.”

“No worries my trucks at base I’ll get Buck and myself home.” Glancing at his watch, “Landing in about two hours, think you can grab a couple of Miss Bridgette’s pecan pies?”

Too many years working with that man not to know what he likes, “For the shit you and Barnes pulled get your own pie man.” Soft chuckles lets you know Sarah heard you. Eyes locking with her’s for a moment seeing the worry in those warm browns matching as you knew in your own. “Just bring you asses home so Sarah and I can roast them.”

Almost feeling the deep groan from over the phone line, “What did you tell her?”

“Nothing since that’s what I got,” shaking head tips to the side picking up on Sam’s easy breathing and the helo’s engines in the back ground. “Just get home dumbass,” affection in your tone. Ending the call, slipping the cell into your front pocket to flop down into the worn out but still comfortable couch.

“They get hurt?” Anxiety tainting her voice from across the room.

Peeking through your fingers at her, dropping them to your thighs to run the length of denim covered skin, “Don’t know really, Sam sounds fine but a concussion or another type of head injury wouldn’t show it’s self right away. From what I did gather they finished up the mission a little over four hours ago, in flight for the last two.”

“What about Bucky?” Meeting your eyes having confided in her years ago about the crush harbored for a certain metal armed ex-assassin turned Cap’s left hand man. Always leaving out the other part of your secret crush. “Speaking of which you ever gonna tell them how you feel?”

“Busting chops about that again Sarah?” Exasperated sigh marches passed barely parted lips, “Something’s broke in three places that’s all Sam ‘Stubborn ass’ Wilson would say. Just not which one of them or what body part exactly.” Firmly ignoring her last question and not picking up on the fact she said them instead of him. To stand hands to hips, leaning back to stretch and possibly pop your spine. “I’m going to town you wanna come or need anything.”

“And you call Sam stubborn,” head shaking with a fond smile tipping her lips upward. Picking up the subtle shift in your demeanor as relief floods your system with knowing they're coming home at least safe. Having guessed your feelings for her older brother not long ago however, keeping that little tidbit to herself. “I’ll come with, give you company and grief along the way. The boy’s won’t come home till later anyway.”

Eyes roll you reach for the car keys on the coffee table, patting your back pocket to check for wallet and the front for cell phone. “Ready to roll?”

Hour and a half later arms loaded with grocery bags, making sure to hide Miss Bridgette’s pie’s from Sam, you and Sarah set to work putting everything away. Setting to work fixing dinner efficiently dancing around each other like a well oiled machine working together in tandem getting each task done. Back door quietly trying to open, Sam poking his head around the well loved oak wood door. Showing a face littered with cuts, a busted bottom lip and dark shadow of a black eye around his left. But his smile still widens flashing pearly whites at seeing the two of you. Entering, Sam places a large locking suit case and round leather carry case not far from the door.

Soft gasp leave’s Sarah’s lips, quickly moving towards her brother to look him over, “You were ugly before now it’s just worse bro.”

Snort existed through his nose, stepping fully into the house with a limp on his right side, accepting the hug she gives him carefully. “You should see the other guy.”

“I’m the other guy,” voice slightly strained but still light almost playful unlike the Bucky of months ago. Though seeing him coming around Sam, arm cradled close in a black cloth sling. Peeks of plaster noticeable making you groan, head shaking at the very sight of him. Assortment of bruises littered his face, his own busted lip, and a three inch cut circling just above his collarbone. Seeing the storm brewing in your eyes, “No we didn’t fight and Sam didn’t cause these wonderful souvenirs.”

“Stupid ass got captured, wouldn’t listen to my plan…”

“You didn’t have a plan Sam not a logistical one…”

“Oh, so you bulldozing in like a raging bull in a China shop worked so well. Who got capture?” Pressing a finger behind his ear to lift the shell listening for Bucky’s answer. “I’m sorry I can’t hear you. You’re gonna say you right Robo soldier cause that’s the correct answer.”

Exasperated with them both, “Shut it and sit down dinner’s ready. I swear the two of you fight worse than Cass and AJ.” Authority ringing through Sarah’s tone cutting eyes at both men.

“Oh sweetheart Cass and AJ have nothing on these two bone heads, more maturity in their little bodies than both of them put together.” Rubbing your temples trying to fend off the building migraine behind your eyes. “Listening to constant bickering I wanna put them in a ‘Get along shirt.'”

Scowl in place while giving them a full once over. Cataloguing the damage you could see and wondering about that which you couldn’t. Noticing the length of Bucky’s hair almost a shaggy just falling a little over his ears and brushing the collar of the black t-shirt he’s wearing. Full beard dusting his cheeks and chin reminding you of those days long gone back in Wakanda. In contrast to Sam’s neatly kept mustache and goatee, close cropped haircut smartly framing his handsome face. Looking much like the day he and Bucky left three months ago on their reconnaissance mission. Knowing better as looks deceive and clothes cover up places eyes can’t see without stripping them naked. The very thought peeking interest but pushing those thoughts back with a frown. Of course it doesn’t stop you from wanting to hug them both mindful of injures unseen that brings a scowl to your features.

“You wouldn’t?” Traces of fear slicing through those deep russet browns. “I thought you loved me Y/N?”

Speaking over Sam, “What’s a ‘Get along’ shirt?”

Caught between wanting to roll her eyes and chuckle, “It’s a big shirt we’d put the two of you in till ya stop bickering like children and actually get along.” Dishing up dinner, Sarah looks towards both men. Trying hard not to burst out laughing at the sour look on Sam’s face nor the still slightly confused one on Bucky’s.

“I see smoke coming from his ears,” snarky quip receiving a back handing smack to his arm.

Bowel’s placed at the table, “Aim for the head next time Sar.” Taking the seat on Sam’s right offering him a cheekily smile, “Might actually knock the few brain cells he has left around and jump start the hamster running the wheel.”

“You both wound me,” clutching his chest dramatically. “With friends and family like this who can you trust.”

“Dramatic’s must come with handling the shield,” cerulean eyes rolling edged with teasing tone. Glancing towards Sam first then you beside him, going to explain for Sarah’s benefit. “Steve could put on some high melodrama back in the day. Much like Samuel here.” Scratching at his chin with vibranium fingers, a low hiss only you catch sounds when the plates catch the little hairs.

Scoffing, “Only Sarah calls me that first off, second look who’s talking Mr. Bionic Staring machine scaring off everyone who comes within two feet. Dramatics run through your veins just as well. ”

“Children,” both women exclaim hands coming down to slam the table at the same. Before time digging into dinner as the back door opens with Cass and AJ storming inside with excited chatter upon seeing both Sam and Bucky.

Each asking about what happened, how’d the mission go and why exactly Bucky’s sporting a sling and cast. All questions peeking the interested of both women with brows raised and narrowed eyes.

“Settle in first and eat dinner,” Sam intones wanting to keep most of what happened from his family. “For the most part the mission went successful.”

Very unladylike snort leaves your nose hidden behind a glass of sweet tea you sip from, “At least you came back in one piece or three in someone’s case.” Eyes narrow even farther on Bucky who has the good graces to look sheepish and divert his eyes.

“But the super serum why didn’t it help like that,” AJ snapped his little fingers for emphasis on the quickness the serum should work or so he thinks.

“Doesn’t quiet work that way AJ,” Bucky starts running a hand through his longer than usual hair. Giving a short frustrated tug before returning to the topic at hand. “Yeah the serum helps speed up the healing process it’s not instantaneous and,” pausing to side eye you not wanting to admit there’s more injures than just his arm.

Scowl returning having a feeling you know why he’s paused in explaining, “Takes longer to heal when multiple injures are involved.”

Dinner finishes with other questions, skirting the full truth about the mission, discussing the coming week with work and school. Sam’s boyish smile appears when Sarah brings out the pie, cutting out slices to pass around with Reddi-whip, coffee for the adults, milk for the kids. Silence settles for a moment the enjoyment of pie more important to savor and only once done do you raise to start cleaning up.

“I’ll,” shooting Sarah a look with a shake of your head.

“You got paperwork to catch up on babe I’ve got this, besides Sam volunteered to help. Didn’t you Sam?” Shooting a look his way, clearly speaking volumes if the answer comes back no.

Brow arched in question but thought better then to ask, though he flips the script on you, “Of course, Bucky volunteer’s.” Quickly moving away from the hand threatening to land a hard punch to his right thigh. Almost toppling to the floor in his hast to move Sam tweaked his hip a twinge of pain slicing through his features.

“Serves you right Wilson,” thought a slice of regret skates across your thoughts. Head shaking you stand gathering plates as the boys excuse themselves to play video games.

“Homework first or I’m taking those games away,” Sarah yells after them looking in your direction for a second. “You got these two?” Pointing at each of them in turn with her own frown dropping her lips downward.

“Sadly yes,” exasperation clearly written in the rigidness of you stance and narrowing to slits of your eyes. “Blissfully unaware or want to know everything?”

“Unaware I’m just happy their back whole,” nodding Sarah takes her leave, heading for the home office.

Times flown, six months in fact since Karli’s death and Sam taking over the mantle of Captain America. Going above and beyond to change how the worlds become and see’s the shield. Using Delacroix as home base to keep himself grounded and around for his family. Surprisingly enough including you and Bucky the house feels a touch over crowded but wouldn’t want things any different.

“Care to explain what that means?” Limping with hands full towards the sink, Sam places his arm load down watching you move around the kitchen. Putting leftovers up, setting to work on the dishes, the familiarity you exude warms a place in Sam’s heart. Always pushing those thoughts from his mind, your his best friend and wouldn’t see him in any other way. Especially with your heart firmly filled with Bucky.

Giving your back to both men and only acknowledging their presence when Bucky comes over with a bowel. “Thanks,” leaves your lips with a nod.

“We’re sorry for leaving you behind Y/N, but Sam and I agreed things were to dangerous neither of us wanted you to get hurt,” trying to reason Bucky leans his back against the counter beside you. Tugging once again at his too long hair that gets slightly tangled in the plates of his fingers.

“You actually agreed on something?” Catching his actions, your head shakes grabbing for the towel to dry soapy hands and help with his dilemma. “Instead you both come back looking like train wreck’s all beaten, broken and bruised. With a busted arm,” finished with untangling his fingers to point at his arm. Whirling around to assess Sam who’s trying not to put weight on his right leg, “Banged up hip and God know what else internally. Neither one of you are spring chickens for heaven’s sake.”

“Don’t know what your talking about Y/N? I’m not a day over twenty-five,” taking an aim to make you smile and ease the tension in your shoulders. Frown appearing when your countenance doesn’t change but deepens, “Talk to the resident Centurion who got his ass captured and tortured for over a week.”

Low growl leaves your lips pursed together in a grim line, “Do either of you think about the consequences of your actions? Of what’ll happen without either of you in this God forsaking world?” Tossing your hands up and turning back to dish washing, something to keep from chocking the life outta the two of them, or spilling your inner most thoughts. Afraid to loose either man the very thought making your heart clinch painfully in your chest, breathing picking up as tears gloss over your eyes. Plates clang loudly, forcefully slamming them into the drying rack making both men wince at your actions.

“Y/N,” coming up behind you large warm hands carefully rest on tense shoulders. Aware of your feelings for a certain cyborg the thought a little bitter to take but Sam resigns himself to the role of best friend. “We’re sorry really,” taking a breath and clearing his throat wanting to make amends and explain. “We thought, planned, things just…”

“Went to shit around us, it’s not like Sam or I wanted to get the crap beating out of us doll it just,” shrugging vibranium hand coming to rest on your shoulder beside Sam’s. “Got complicated.”

Taking a deep breath drawing in the scents of Sam’s citrus and cider wood cologne you couldn’t put your finger on naming, mixing with Bucky’s old world sandalwood base cologne of 4711. Eyes close for a moment blinking back the tears, and to gather thoughts, righting them in an order that makes sense. Trying to keep out the feelings currently jumbling up your brain. “I know,” body sags back against Sam’s strong chest while unconsciously leaning towards Bucky’s hand. “Neither of you will do that shit again. Do I make myself clear?”

“Not if things go dark side like this time, we’re not putting you in harms way,” feeling you stiffen Sam steps back, Bucky’s hand drops back to his side when you whirl on the man behind you. Stance ridge and firm, Sam crosses his arms adding his own glare and not backing down. “My decision is final on the matter and no amount of arguing will change that.”

Understanding Sam’s position, however the thought of staying behind, waiting to find out if… no you push those thoughts aside. “Mine, that’s who makes the choice not either of you,” heat of annoyance flaring to life as you look between the two men. “Knowing what I signed up for, choose to stick around and help put this broken blue marble we call home back together. I won’t sit out the next mission we clear on that?”

Rubbing the back of his neck, barely audible hiss leaves Bucky’s lips at having hair yanked out by the roots. Though his voice is steady when asking, “Why did you stick around? Thought once Walker handed over the shield, the Flag smashers agenda crashed and burned you’d skip out on the next train back to normal.” Not that he minded of course, in fact Bucky rather enjoyed your company, reminded him of those first months out of cryo getting to know each other. Plus his questions distracted you from getting an answer that won’t satisfy.

“I have my reasons,” giving a half hearted shrug you turn back to finishing up the dishes not really wanting to explain. Not fully sure yourself why you’ve stuck around though deep down you know it has to do with both men. “Reasons neither of you need to know.”

Sharing a look with Bucky, “Don’t pull that shit with us sweetheart you demand answers now we ask the same in return.”

Sure they still argued like an old married couple but a begrudging understanding has built between the pair, coming to an almost friendship neither would fully admit to. Both wanting to protect the small family friend’s circle patched together like grandma’s old quilt. Tattered, frayed and a few wholes but well loved and always cared for. Eyes landing back on you to watch the forward slump of your shoulders rounded inward along with your chin dropped to your chest.

“I have the two of you house broken,” idea forming to steer the conversation away. “Don’t need that headache on repeat and I wouldn’t leave the two of you bone heads alone to kill each other or drive poor Sarah crazy,” quicker than either can react you’ve scooped up hand fulls of soap bubbles to smash into both their faces. Deflecting the conversation away from having to answer and lightening the mood. Or so you hoped with the playfully murderous looks both men shoot you. Skirting Sam’s grabby hands heading to put the kitchen table between yourself, Captain America and the Winter Soldier. “Now boys that’s just all in good fun and your both hurt so I suggest you think about your actions before retaliating.”

Wiping the remains of soapy bubbles from his face, thick fingers making wet tracks over denim to dry hands. Sam edges a little closer intent on trying to snag your arm. That ghosts through his fingers, “For now but remember paybacks a bitch sweetheart.” Bright smile tugs his full lips, head shaking though he knows there’s so much more your hiding from both he and Bucky. One day he’ll crack that secret you hold so dear, for now Sam lets you cling tightly.

Watching him go you turn towards Bucky who’s smirk sets you back a moment. “I don’t think I like that look Barnes,” arms crossed mustering a half glare. “Sam’s right you really can see the smoke rising from your head.”

“Hahaha that jokes getting old,” light hearted quip falling from his lips, eyes raking your form as you near the sink. Catching you looking between finishing the dishes and making sure Bucky’s not going to retaliate. “I come in peace promise besides I’m too old for revenge I’ll leave it to you young whipper snappers,” throwing his voice to sound like an old man.

Laughter rings full and deep from your parted lips, soapy hands gripping the sink to keep from toppling over in mirth. His own chuckle exists on a grin, cerulean eyes taking in how carefree you look. Tension and worry melted away with his well played grandpa joke. Making Bucky wish he got to see you like this more often but then he remembered why he never searched. Why he left you alone and only within the last ten or so months managed to reconnect the missing dots in his life. Sure there’s still blood on his hands he tries to scrub clean with each mission, to make those amends and not just avenge. But truly help people in ways that didn’t require lead or blood.

Still wondering, so he gives voice to those thoughts, “Why didn’t you go back to your life doll?” Feeling he’s perpetuated a grave error in asking the question but a part of him wants. No needed the answer to know why you’d give up a happy life for one of danger and uncertainty with him and Sam.

Sobering, his question hitting you like a ton of cement bricks keeping you from turning to face him. Wincing when another hiss echos around inside your head from your right side. “Tell you what Buck you let me cut that hair and beard of yours I’ll answer your questions.”

“I get you don’t… wait… what?” Not sure he’d heard you right. Pain making a return to fog his brain for the moment as throbbing radiates across his broken clavicle to the dislocated shoulder, dancing along the fractured radius and painfully tingling his fingers. Soft curse exists his lips reminding himself to take Sam’s suggestions next time though he wouldn’t let the other man know. “Don’t happen to have any pain meds do ya doll?”

Eyes narrow, “Which parts did they break?” Holding up a hand to stop him from answering while you head towards your room. Grabbing up the small med kit Sharon gave you months back for times like these. Pausing to scoop up the hair scissors and trimer, along with a shaver and cream, both of which belonging to Sam. “Now you were saying?”

Placing everything on the table, unzipping the medium size unassuming black bag pulling out a small bottle to pop the top and wiggle out two pills. Handing those over to Bucky who just stares at them resting in his metal palm.

“Trying to kill me doll?” Teasing tone to the cadence of his words while popping them into his mouth and excepting the glass of water. Downing in one go and handing it back, “Never did like pills reminds me of Steve.”

Resting a gentle hand on his bad shoulder, “If I tried to kill ya Buck you’d see it coming,” snickering at the wide eyed look he gives you. Sobering with understanding filled eyes that stay locked with his, “I’m sorry it”s not my intentions to bring up the past.” Moving to put the glass down, you stay at the sink looking out over the backyard, orange and reds dancing over the rippling surface of the bayou. Sinking sun creating a cornucopia of color heralding the on coming twilight and the end of another day.

“You didn’t Y/N,” coming to stand next to you watching the golden ball of life giving light slowly sink into the horizon. On the tip of his tongue to speak about Steve, the abandonment he felt acutely with the absence of his best friend. Slowly filled by your present, that of Sam’s and his family. “I guess ‘Till the end of the line’ meant just till he could get back to who he really missed.” Anguish heard loudly through soft spoken words not meant for your ears but once uttered there’s no going back.

Out of your peripheral vision you study Bucky for a moment heart breaking for the man who’s lost so much to then fully face him. His own gaze staying straight ahead staring unseen out the window with tan lace curtains framing the coming twilight. Over head light casting shadows in the hallows and angles of his features, bringing out the bruises highlighting the cuts, making your heart ache for this man in ways you’ve tried to push aside. Ways you didn’t want it to feel in case of rejection but couldn’t help the tightening in your chest nor the want to embrace and hold Bucky close.

“Come on,” without thinking your hand slips into his vibranium palm tugging till he follows and only dropping to scoop up trimmer, combs and scissors before heading out the back door.

For a moment Bucky stood there thankful to Shuri for the ability to feel warmth and the weight of your hand in his vibranium limb. The very thoughts your simple gesture conjures damns his heart making it beat triple time. When your head pops back around the door sweet smile crossing those kissable lips. Bucky has to remind himself you’re off limits friends nothing more and to breath. Your beauty stealing the air from his lungs, making it hard to focus on anything except your present.

Catching the out of focus look in his cerulean eyes mind swirling with questions as to what he’s thinking about. “You gonna stand there taking root or get your silly ass out here,” motioning with a jerk of your head over your shoulder smile still firmly in place. Making sure he’s actually moving before existing to place a stool about middle of the back porch. Patting the hardwood barstool then reaching up to tug on the pull string as light floods the area casting a bright glow.

Transfixed for a moment in the doorway with the peek of skin allowed to his eyes. Your heather grey band shirt riding up teasingly tormenting him. Cursing internally, tongue trapped between indenting teeth to keep the sounds at bay. Till the hard slap of your palm against wooden seat draws his attentions and he robotically takes the seat. Stiffening with the fluttering of a barber’s cape hating to have things around his neck. Only to settle once you have it in place and buttoned reminding him your not there to hurt or torture him. Fingers brushing lightly over the exposed skin of his neck, creating goosebumps to dance across his flesh.

“Not too tight?” Gently running nimble fingers through his hair, blunt nails scratching the scalp. Finding it hard to keep from rubbing into your hands and fighting the urge to purr with each pass. You work the larger knots out carefully, pulling a comb from the back pocket of your jeans to run through his hair. “You with me Buck?”

“Hmm?” Simple noise issues from the back of his throat lost in the tingling sensations your fingers bloom across his body. Wanting to chase the feeling bringing peace to his mind much like the soft cadence your voice takes on with the intimacy surrounding the two of you. Sweet chuckle music to his ears and snaps him back to now, noticing you’ve paused your hands waiting for a response, “Sorry no I’m good.”

“Enjoying yourself Barnes?” Teasingly quipped while adjusting the cape to cover his back. Making sure all his hair lays over the edges and carefully combing out the smaller knots your fingers missed. Secretly enjoying the soft chestnut strands as they curl around your fingers. Massaging his scalp hoping to relax his tense posture when a particularly stubborn knot has you accidentally giving a not so gentle tug. Garnering a low moan from the man in front of you. “Sorry Buck,” working the knot out with a little more care taking the sound as one of pain.

Throat clearing, thankful his crotch is currently covered to not give away the secret he’s concealing. Praying to all the heavens you’ve taken the moan as one of pain instead of pleasure that’s surfing through his veins with a simple hair pull. “Yes, and it’s fine,” words pushed passed lips held taunt to keep from letting any sound out. Searching his mind for a topic to settle on, willing his body to stop reacting to the warmth of yours.

Each brush of fingers sends heat flaring to life along his nerves. Knowing the pain killers don’t worked through his system that quickly. Yet, the throbbing ache once present has diluted to a low annoying thump with the heat of your hands on his cotton covered shoulder. Wanting to lean back into your body but holds himself ridge from doing something stupid like enjoying the moment. Therefore clears his throat, “You’ve got me at your mercy doll ready to answer my questions?”

“Should I worry what you’ll ask?” Moving from behind him to head back into the kitchen. Grabbing the empty spray bottle to fill with warm water and head back out.

Eyes close with the first spritz of water, chin dropping to chest as you work to wet his hair. “Why?”

“Why what?” Knowing what he’s asking, your distracted for a moment putting the spray bottle’s trigger through a belt loop incase its needed once your satisfied with the wetness of his hair. “I’ll need more specifics than just why. Why’s the sky blue? Why’s it so damn hot? So many why questions you gotta stop wasting your breath Buck.”

“Cheeky doll very cheeky you know damn well what I mean,” keeping his head still to prevent you from severing an ear.

Smirking, setting to work on trimming up the top back portion of his head, trying to keep from childishly making faces. “Sure don’t Sarge.”

Groan slipping passed before he’s able to trap and swallow the sound at the off handed use of his military rank. Wondering which deity had it out for his ass today. Cursing the fact he’s let you so close to breath in the flowery scent of your body. Gentle use of those skilled fingers through his hair not making things any better for the growing problem tenting his jeans. Returning to himself when you move to his left shortening the hair over his ear. “Why’d you stay with us? I thought,” remembering those painful words back in Madripoor. “I thought you had a happy life to go back to.”

“Ear hustling Barnes?” Switching sides and glancing down with a raised brow you know he doesn’t see.

Looking up to try and catch your eye your focus on cutting his hair makes the attempt impossible. So he settles on, “Don’t know what you mean doll. Just asking a question,” trying to hold the shiver at bay when your fingers brush over the shell of his ear.

“Since your asking it means you didn’t hear everything Sam and I talked about,” thankful that’s the case or things would get a whole lot complicated. “I lied.”

Head whipping to the side so quickly you fear he’s damaged his neck with the wince taking over his handsome features. “Lied why?”

“Reasons,” ‘Ones I won’t tell you James,’ speaking the last words in your mind, careful probing fingers check for anything popped out. Garnering a hiss of pain when you’ve found the break in his clavicle. “What did you break besides the hamster running your wheel brain?”

Bitting off the curse as pain flared over his right side. Gritting out, “Clavicle, dislocated shoulder, fractured radius, you can see the cuts and bruises so take it a little easy on this old man.”

“How… Why did you get captured?” Worry fights fear both dance with anger marching through your veins as a Thanksgiving Day parade band would down the streets of New York City. The very thought of both your men hurt and so far away from home torn a hole in your heart. Thoughts you try to push away and focus on the job of cutting Bucky’s hair.

Finishing up what you could on the back of his head, Bucky feels you come around to the front. Knees spread to accommodate your body, closing his eyes to keep from staring at your breasts. Licking suddenly dry lips with having you extra close, he tries to gather an answer to your question. “We needed an in so I made a decision.”

“One I’m sure Sam disagreed on,” carding your fingers through the top, snipping pieces checking length. Jealous over how soft his hair feels between your digits. Woodsy pine scent reaching your nose that twitches in pleasure at the fragrance matching what you always thought he’d smell like.

“Yeah well we ran out of time doll. Couldn’t let what remains of LAF get away,” eyes quickly open only to slam shut again with having you still too near for his own good.

Every brush of your fingers, thighs brushing against his with every move, your flowery scent wrapping around his heart to squeeze tight. Breath punched from his lungs when your knee makes slight contact with his erection. Shooting pleasurable fireworks off behind his closed lids. Wishing for your hands on his body, wondering what they’d feel like over bare skin. If you’d shy away from the scars littering his flesh or… he wouldn’t, didn’t need to think about the alternative.

Unsure why he gasped you move from between his legs and look upon his face confused as to his ridge posture eyes held tightly closed. Insecurities rushing through your mind, setting up shop to remind you no man let alone someone as handsome as Bucky would ever want to look at you. Shoving back those thoughts to ask, “You okay Bucky?”

“Fucking fabulous doll,” bitting out the words while trying to reign in the need to grab hold of your hips, bringing you back against him. Wanting to find out if you’d fit as good or better than what he’s imagined during those dream filled nights he doesn’t talk about with anyone. “Finished?” Praying you’ll say yes, the temptation becoming almost unbearable.

Unconvinced by his words but pushes that aside and stepping farther back to round him, grabbing up the trimmer on the way with a numbered comb. “Almost but then I still have your beard to do.”

“Fuck,” low gravely voice intones the single word hoping you’ve not heard and cursing the heaven for this test of his will and desires. In another life Bucky wouldn’t have hesitated to ask you out, wine and dine with dancing till midnight. Taking you home with a simple kiss of promise with more to come. But he’s different now and you don’t deserve to have a broken man on your hands.

Swallowing harshly to cover your growing need to escape and bury yourself in another program or book to distract from those awful thoughts running around in your mind. Replaying all the brush offs and look aways as rejection shattering your heart. Pushing you to finish his new hair cut that much quicker. “Done, now how short you want your beard?”

“Gone,” knowing exactly what he’s saying and damning himself to the torture of a different kind.

Coming back in front of him, you slip between his parted knees so easily a thought you try to push away while switching the trimmer combs and flicking the on button. Carefully cupping his left cheek while shortening the right for a closer shave once your done. “Surely you didn’t just let them capture you.” Returning to a safer subject other than how good his bearded jaw felt in your warm palm. Wondering how it’d feel in other places.

“Offered myself up for a little bloody torture and a few broken bones. I’m here to tell the tale instead of those guys Y/N. They're off the streets and we have the information needed to finish taking down LAF.” Teeth gritting to keep from rubbing his jaw into your palm, from turning to kiss the center and devour you with his mouth.

Pausing a moment, “But you could’ve gotten killed James.” Sorrow coloring the cadence of your tone, eyes filled with fear at what could’ve happened. “You should’ve called me, I could’ve helped.”

Heart stopping, never had you spoken his first name, always Bucky or Buck, Barnes when your angry but never James. Opening his darken cerulean orbs breath trapped somewhere between lungs and mouth at the sorrow written deep in those eyes he never could not stare into. Heart hammering back to life with the subtle brushing of your fingers over his cheek, “Would it have matter?”

Confusion tips your head to the side, “What you dying or me helping?”

“Dying,” single word dropped like a bomb destroying everything in the path.

“James,” softly spoken with so much emotion held within the countenance of your features. Watching the ghosts float through those beautiful cerulean eyes, memories of a time he couldn’t control, of deeds done to people who didn’t deserve the pain and death he dealt out as the Fist of Hydra. Tears gloss over your eyes once again trying to blink them away to keep them from clogging your emotions filled throat. “It matter’s Barnes, matters to a lot of people you’re just too stubborn to realize that.” Shaking your head to clear the fog and get back to work.

Speechless Bucky just sits there letting you finish up trimmer the hair away as if trying to erase the past months, the torture he let happen with no regard to his personal well being. During this time your words chase around his mind, combined with Sam’s out right demand of him to never put himself in harms way like that again. Adding more questions added than any true answers. Delicate fingers brush over trimmed facial hair bringing him back to the present right as you move to take the barber’s cape from around his neck. Missing the warmth of your touch, heat radiating from your body, your scent filling his nose and making him drunk on you.

Folding the cape to drape over your arm, “I’ll shave you as well come back inside.” Voice slightly rough with unshed tears avoiding looking directly at Bucky and missing the longing written in the ocean pools. Mistaking his lack of response for rejection of your words and feelings. You enter the house placing the small hand load down and moving a chair over towards the sink. Returning to grab up the shaving cream and razor, pulling a fresh wash cloth from the draw by the sink too wet it hot.

“You don’t have to,” entering and closing the back door with the heel of his boot. Bucky leans against the counter watching you with a closed expression. Pain dull but still worming its way through his veins along with so many thoughts.

Glancing his way, “I know,” motioning with a wave of your hand, “but if I don’t that beard’ll come back in short order and we’ll have to do this all over again.” Going for playful to ease the tension built from the lingering words of out on the porch, “Bring your ass over here Buck.”

Your change in mood has a confused frown pulling his mouth down but complies with the order. Taking up the seat with spread legs and turned up face watching you wring out the wash cloth. Using your elbow and tipping his head back to gently place the hot cloth around what’s left of his beard to soften the hair and wake up the pores. Catching the small muffled groan, “To hot?”

“No, perfect,” faintly hearing the two simple words you grab up the shaving cream to put a generous amount in your palm before pulling the quickly cooling cloth from his face. Tossing it towards the sink and applying a layer of cream to his skin. Left overs rinsed from your hands quickly before drying and grasping the razor with steady hands. “Just a little off the top if you please,” boyish smirk slips over his lips tipping cream covered cheeks up while trying to be funny.

Eyes rolling, “To late for that one top’s already taken care of.” Using the pad of your thumb to push the skin of his cheek taunt. Carefully dragging the razor over his flesh intending to keep your gaze directed towards working the blade over his check. However, you’re unable to do so while cleaning the razor as your eyes dart up catching the fact Bucky’s gaze firmly rests on your face. Heat blooming across your body, eyes drop back to his cheek intent on getting finished quickly to avoid any farther embarrassment.

Meanwhile Bucky maps every feature of your face, the slant of your nose, set of your eyes, cupids bow of your top lip. Visions of drawing the plump flesh in for a bite and pull before letting go with a wet pop, filter through his mind. Finding himself in a rather precarious predicament, thighs spread to accommodate your body, his palms itch to grasp and tug you into his lap. Bitting back a moan each touch brings, the gentleness tearing a new hole in armored covered heart. Wanting to keep you out but finding it harder to do every time you show the kindness his life lacked for decades.

Minds eye drawing the curves of your cheeks, lips twitching to caress, fingers tapping trapped in plaster and cloth against his body. Wanting to brush his knuckles over your throat to gently grasp the back of your neck and bring your lips against his for a slow sweet drink of the tempting cavern of your warm mouth. Only snapping back to reality with the soft brush of your fingers along his jawline.

Searching for any hairs left behind, soothingly palming his cheeks with cool hands desperate to taste his skin. Drag your lips over the same spots the razor just graced. Teasing the tip of your tongue along the hard edge of his jaw to place a kiss just below his ear. Tempted to even suck a mark for everyone to see. You swallow harshly removing your hands from his cheeks to rinse and warm up the cloth to clean off any residual shaving cream from his face.

“Finished,” clearing your emotions clogged throat, stepping towards the sink, your profile the only side Bucky sees as you work to clean up the mess.

Feeling rather than hearing him stand heat radiating of his body just a few inches shy of brushing against yours. “Thank you doll,” impulsively leaning forward to brush his lips over your cheek. Lingering longer than he should but unable too stop himself from pressing soft slight chapped lips to the corner of your mouth. “Next time I need shavin’ I know who to come too,” breathing the words before pulling away, taking his leaving quickly to keep from doing something even stupider. Like wrap you up into his arms and actually kissing those pillow soft lips. Backdoor swinging closed a little harder than he meant in his bid to get away from your warmth and tempting body.

Frozen in place, skin tingling from just that slight press while your heart beats almost out of your chest. Pounding against your rib cage so hard fear it’ll crack a rib any second now. White knuckles grip the sinks edge, heat flaring across your body to pool low and throb through your lady parts. Thighs unconsciously rub together needing friction to alleviate the ache growing between your legs.

“Did you cut him or take a hunk of hair out and now he looks like Frankenstein monster?” Teasing tone to his quip, Sam enters the kitchen still staring at the back door. Having watched the exchange from the darkened hallway. Reverting his eyes to your back, taking in the ridge posture of your spine with a slight very subtle shake. “Y/N what’s wrong?” Swiftly coming up behind you, hands gripping your shoulders to turn you around. “Did Bucky say or do something wrong?” Worry creasing his brow the want to hold you close growing with each second your not in his arms.

Looking up into the kind russet eyes flashing with concern and worry, “No,” head shaking, “no he didn’t Sam just…” unable to stop yourself from burying your body against Sam’s firm chest. Trying to figure out how to explain what’s running around in your head. The indecision, thoughts you know shouldn’t roll through your mind doing just that as your arms wind around his trim waist.

“Just what sweetheart?” Wanting to help smooth things over between his two best friends even if it meant swallowing his own feelings.

Keeping your eyes closed, breathing in his cedar wood and citrus scent, burying your nose against his collarbone. Always able to calm the raging storm of emotions boiling through your veins. Confusion setting in with those same tingles you feel when Bucky touches you now dances across your body at the warmth of Sam’s arms cradling you close. Reminding you of earlier when his chest pressed to your back strong hands gently placed on your shoulders. The shiver you suppressed at the touch of both men. At the memory your eyes pop open and you quickly push away from Sam as if he’s burnt you. Needing to escape and figure out what’s going on.

“Nothing, it doesn’t matter, I’m sorry,” feet quickly taking you from the kitchen into the safe arms of your bedroom.

Missing the confused look marring Sam’s face that turns into hurt at the way you’ve shoved him aside. Body sagging against the counter, hand rubbing at the back of his neck searching for what’s changed in such a short period of time.

“Men, blind and just plain foolish,” landing a hard hit to his shoulder, which he rubs to alleviate the pain. Sarah comes up beside her older brother with a raised brow. “Still don’t get it? Searching for exactly why she reacted so strongly? Think Samuel use that big brain you have and actually put it to good use.”

Frown creasing between his eyes and drawing his lips down, “Left behind sucks Sarah that’s all it amounts to. But we… I couldn’t have her along, wouldn’t risk her life like that.”

“Has nothing to do with leaving her home Sam,” giving him a meaningful look that still bewilders him. “Why didn’t you want her along but you took Bucky with you?”

“He’s a super soldier Sar he can take the hits not that I want him hurt either. Shit when he let himself get captured,” moving towards the abandoned chair to plop down heavily. “He scared the living shit outta me, I thought…” hard to swallow the memories of watching those men pulling an unconscious Bucky into a van. Driving off before he could plant a tracker and barely able to get up with bruised ribs making breathing painful. Sam runs a hand over the short hair unsure when things got so complicated between the three of them.

Pulling up a chair in front of Sam, “You’d lost him?” Seeing the nod Sarah’s features softened knowing from the tell’s she picked up watching the three of them for so long. “You love them?”

“What?” Head whipping up so quickly making Sam wince. “Of course I do but not like that I mean their family, you know I’ll do anything to protect my family.”

Hand resting on his shoulder, “You keep telling yourself that big bro maybe one day you’ll actually believe it and able to push those feelings away good enough to keep them at arms length.” Looking up at her, “Just a word of advice,” seeing him nod, “don’t push those emotions away, you deserve that love they both would readily give you.”

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Softly closing the door behind you heading towards the ensuite bathroom for a nice cold shower, preforming your nightly routine, and shutting off every light except the one beside your bed. Falling into the soft mattress with your current book keeping you company for the rest of the night. Eyes start to droop, words blur and you read the same sentence half a dozen times. Book falling against your chest as a yawn takes over your features.

Body stretching out against cool sheets jumping when a soft knock echos around your room, eyes darting towards the clock to see its just a little passed mid night. Slowly getting out of bed, pulling the extra long dark blue with little pink flowers dotting the sleep shirt down to cover your ass and thighs. Thinking its Sarah checking on you, eyes shocked wide with the small crack you open the door to spy Bucky standing there fidgeting.

“Everything all right Buck?” Opening the door wider to lean against the casing arms crossed just under your breasts.

Swallowing, glancing from your eyes to lips repeatedly. Trying to form the words he wants to speak when the decision makes itself clear and Bucky surges forward. Gently wrapping vibranium fingers around the back of your neck and bragging you against his strong chest. Slanting his lips against yours, nipping your bottom lip to make you gasp and slipping his eager tongue passed into the warm depths of your mouth. Leading the kiss and praying he’s not wrong.

Rewarded by your arms winding around his neck careful of his injures. Fingers tugging at the now shorten strands thanks to your expect hands. Garnering a low moan from the depths of his chest, one that rambles with a pleased hum as you return the kiss. Tangling your tongues together making nothing soft nor gentle about this melding of mouths. Only breaking apart for both of you to gasp for air.

“No, nothing’s all right doll. I can’t stop thinking about you,” resting your foreheads together sharing common air. Fingers at the base of your skull massaging the tension with surprisingly easy pressure. “I’d done fighting, done pushing you away, I need you Y/N.”

“James?” Lips tingling from a kiss you’ve only dreamt about as confusion marring your tone, eyes blinking a few times to make sure you’ve pushed the sleepy haze from your mind.

Soft groan issues at hearing you whisper just first name, hand slipping down to wrap around your waist and pull your taut to his body. “If…” trying to push the next words past his lips, “if you don’t want…”

“Us, we need to know now sweetheart. We won’t push you into anything you don’t want,” Sam’s voice full of desire and longing cuts across Bucky’s for a moment.

Making you look up from eyes locked with Bucky to stare at Sam trying to process his words, the look in those beautiful russet eyes you can’t pull yours away from. Till Bucky presses a kiss to just below your ear, “We know it’s a lot to take in doll and you can say no…”

“I,” gulping like a fish out of water, heat thumping through your veins at the unspoken promise both sets of eyes show. “I don’t know what to say.”

Stepping forward to push you back a step so Sam can fully enter your bedroom and close the door. He comes behind you sandwiching your body between two walls of muscle and masculine warmth. Pressing a kiss to the opposite cheek, lips brushing over the shell of your ear, “There’s no going back sweetheart you’re ours if you say yes. But if the answer is no I’m not going to lie things will change. Awkward as hell yes especially at first but I,” Bucky clears his throat to which Sam nods, “we would work through that with you. Loosing your friendship can’t happen no matter what.”

Removing yourself from between their warm bodies to collapse at the end of the bed, head in your hands. Mind so confused, a jumbled mix of desire and lust touched with a heavy dose of love that scares the living shit outta you. Feeling the bed dip on either side, removing your hands to glance at both men. Seeing the reassurance in those cerulean and russet orbs you swallow to wet your parched throat. Gaining strength to finally speak, “I don’t want to loose either of you,” looking between both men. Taking each hand within your own, “But this last mission taught me I don’t want to deny my feelings any longer.”

“What feelings doll?” Giving your hand an encouraging squeeze.

Looking into Bucky’s cerulean eyes, “I’m in love with both of you.” Switching to Sam’s russet orbs seeing the blatant want shining only boosts your confidence to lean over. Cupping his jaw and bringing your lips against his. Different from the kiss you shared with Bucky. Who’s bottom lip begs for a nibbling, Sam’s fuller lips press against your own in tender caresses.

Gentler too, a soft slant of his mouth against yours, pressing twice at different angles before tracing over your bottom lip. Gaining entrance on a sigh of need to check in with your tongue before tangling together. Heated palm cupping your cheek, thumb brushing over the apple twice while he artfully pillages your mouth. Drawing out a low moan squeak following when a set of lips slide over the side of your neck nibbling a short path to suck a mark behind your ear. Making you weak and boneless against Sam, who releases your cheek and hand to grip your hips, having you straddle his thighs.

Kiss breaking for air, “I’m to heavy Sam, your hip.”

“You’re prefect baby girl no arguing understand?” Cupping your ass in both hands to roll your hips against the hard bulge of his erection. Teeth gritting at how good you feel in his arms, the damp heat of your core only serving to make him grow harder with each brush against your cloth covered pussy. Sam reclaims your mouth, this kiss much different. Desperate and demanding taking no prisoners this time as he immediately slips his tongue back into your mouth. Pulling a groan from deep within your chest, arms going around his neck to help move your body against his. The delicious friction sending jolts of pleasure radiating out over your body, clit throbbing with a need you’ve never felt before.

Hissing at the cool sensations of Bucky’s vibranium fingers drawing circles across your back. Pushing your sleep shirt off your body arms raising, breaking the kiss to accomplish the task. Looking over your shoulder at the bare chested Barnes, mouth salivating at the sight eager to touch and kiss every inch. Brought back to Sam with the heat of his mouth connecting to your pulse, adding his own mark to your body while his callused fingers dances across your back.

Cursing his rotten luck for not having use of one hand, Bucky steps forward lowering to his knees carefully. Brushing his lips along your spine while cool alloyed fingers sweep around your body between you and Sam to trace a line between your breasts. Head dropping back to Bucky’s shoulder and baring your breasts to Sam’s hungry glaze and Bucky’s questing fingers.

“So beautiful,” words whispered reverently from Sam’s lips against the damp column of your throat. Mouth tasting each inch of your skin he can reach. Till moist heat circles your nipple, wet tip of his tongue coming out to flick the tightly budded peak before sucking harshly. In contrast to the cool patterns Bucky draws, taking the time to tug before pinching just hard enough that your back arches into Sam’s mouth.

Pushing into Bucky at your back a whimper parting your gasping lips. Needing more of both men surrounding you, slick coating your trembling thighs as you clinch around nothing. Dragging a whine of desperation from you soul,“Please,” single word escaping your mouth.

“What doll? What do you want?” Drawing his lips up to your ear, nipping the lobe bringing it between his teeth giving a sharp bite at the same time Sam flicks his tongue over your nipple.

Letting go with a wet pop, smiling at the whine exiting your heaving chest, “I think out girl needs more Buck. Any thoughts on how to please her?” Brow wiggling over your shoulder at Bucky who just smirks.

Fingers sliding down then under the band of your panties to find you soaked and pulsing. Cool metal meeting heated flesh makes you jolt in Sam’s arms. Grinding down into those wonderful fingers and against the thick ridge of Sam’s cock.

“Don’t stop please,” gasping head lolling back, your eyes close as sensations crash through your veins. Tight coil starting to form with just the brush of his fingers.

Maneuvering closer to slip two fingers into your clinching channel. Deep groan vibrating through his chest and into your back, “Fuck Sam she’s tight and so wet for us. I bet she tastes just as good as she feels.” Rocking your hips, fucking his fingers desperate for that high traveling up from the bottom of your spine. Tickling your tummy with jolts of pleasure only to have it diminish when Bucky pulls his fingers out.

Frustrated whine leaving your lips only to choke on air when Bucky offers one of the fingers perviously buried inside your cunt to Sam. Who doesn’t hesitate to wrap his lips around the single digit, groaning at the very taste of your essence. Circling the tip with his tongue, making sure to clear every drop off while keeping eye contact with Bucky. Mimicking with his mouth how he’d suck Bucky’s cock, garnering a growl from deep within his chest. Letting go with a smirk, “Even better Buck and I bet from the source it’s simply heaven.”

“Only way to find out,” answering grin firmly in place he raises from the floor. Helping you stand on shaky legs turning you to face him. Capturing your lips in an open mouth kiss, flicking his tongue against yours, teasing your bottom lip and drawing out another frustrated groan making him chuckle. “Don’t worry doll we promise you won’t go unsatisfied we’re going to take care of your every need.”

“Don’t tease her Buck it’s not fair,” glint of mischief sparking through those russet eyes that only Bucky catches since your still face him. Sam comes up behind to pressing his bare chest against your back, hands resting on your hips, tugging and letting the band of your panties snap back against your skin. “You can still say no.”

Wiggling back against Sam then pressing forward to feel the hard line of Bucky’s erection against your lower tummy. Knowing why he’s asking, seeing the same sentiment mirrored in Bucky’s eyes that warms your heart filling with love for both men. “Now who’s teasing Samuel,” reaching behind you to slide your palm over his ridged cock giving a squeeze at the same time you palm Bucky. “I’m sure my loves,” enjoying the answering growls from both men. Before another word leaves your lips Sam tugs down your panties letting them pool at your feet as Bucky moves you towards the bed.

Swiping the book from the mattress to lay on the nightstand, smile on his lips at finding the well loved copy of The Fellowship of the Ring. Bringing you to sit then lay back against the cool sheets, trailing his vibranium fingers from your cheek down between your breasts. Circling each nipple, giving the right a light pinch that has your back arching and a gasp existing your paired lips. Distracted till Sam gently grips your left ankle, spreading you open to slide between your legs. Pressing kisses alone the inside of your leg towards your thigh. Soft bread tickling your skin making giggles erupt from your mouth.

“I think she likes that Sam,” the comment spoken against your ear. Placing a kiss to your cheek, “Have to remember to let my own beard grow back out.”

Whimpering softly at the thought one hand fisting the sheets as Sam draws his tongue over the crease between thigh and groin. Purposefully avoiding the spot you want him most, “Payback is a bitch boys,” words growled out right as Bucky envelopes your left nipple into the heat of his mouth.

“Teasing half the fun sweetheart have patience,” looking up from between your legs. Stiffen tongue drawing up from your entrance to clit, circling the little throbbing nub and making your back arch, gasping for air.

“Fuck,” single word breathed from deep within your body. Sweat starting to bead across your forehead. Head tossed back into the pillow free hand carding through Bucky’s chestnut hair tugging the strands harshly till he lets your breast go with a wet pop. You guide his mouth up to yours, demandingly taking the kiss over, slipping your tongue into his mouth this time. Swallowing your moans of delight with each thrust of his tongue. Matching the pace Sam sets against your dripping cunt.

Rutting into the mattress to find the prefect friction hoping to ease for a moment the throbbing of his cock. “Stop stealing all those pretty noises Barnes I wanna hear our girl,” reaching up to smack the other mans thigh hard enough to break the two of you apart.

“Sorry not sorry,” giving him a smirk while licking his lips from the heated kiss.

Filing away the fact Bucky knows what means only to have any thought fly from your mind as two thick fingers enter your quivering channel. Slowly thrusting, his mouth suctioned onto your clit, drawing little short patterns making your thighs shake around his head. Slacking off to lazily place kisses over those thighs but still pumping his fingers, crooking them into a come hither motion to brush over that special spongy spot.

Blooming stars behind your tightly closed eyes, “Watch him doll, see how much you loves devouring that pretty cunt.” Voice rough with arousal against your ear, Bucky’s metal fingers dancing over your chest only adding to your heighten state of desire.

At his command you eyes open to lock with Sam’s passion blown blacken eyes. Moaning at the picture he presents you with, panting breath as you keep drawing closer to your orgasm. Only to have Sam back off creating frustrating tension in your body. Gritting out, “I’m going to die if you don’t let me cum.”

Smirk showing in those beloved eyes as he doubles down on your clit. Lips puffy but forming a perfect O too suction and flick his tongue over the engorged nerve bundle. Fingers, third added to stretch you open and picking the pace up as your mouth drops wide in a scream Bucky devours with a deep kiss. To keep from waking the kids or Sarah, his own body on fire with a need to have you both.

Tingles quickly dancing through your veins, breath panting as you break from Bucky’s mouth, one hand gripping the sheets below the other still buried in his hair. Body on fire as you near that perfect orgasm Sam’s intent on giving you.

Denial’s not just a river in Egypt as your eyes pop open at the knock on your door. Reminiscent of what your sluggish brain comes to understand as just a very vivid dream. One that makes your heart drop with the book that’d lay on your chest now face down on the carpeted floor. You stand checking the time of mid night before heading to the door and finding Sarah on the other side with ice cream in hand.

“Figured you might need some cheering up,” letting her in and taking the bowl of your favorite ice cream.

Vivid dream lingering though you don’t share feeling a TMI moment she doesn’t and most likely wouldn’t want to know about her big brother. You steer the topics away from the non existent love life to plans for tomorrow and the coming weekend.

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buckybingo · 3 years

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Bucky Bingo

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Unrequited

Pairing: College AU!Bucky Barnes X Reader

Summary: you realise that you are in love with your best friend, only for him to confess that he loves someone else

Words: 2,830

Warnings: angst, sad reader, late love realisations, fluff at end

@buckybingo : finding each other once again

@star-spangled-bingo : unrequited love

@anyfandomangstbingo : Walking Away

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@drysdale-barnes 600 FWC: When he loves me I feel like I'm floating

@saiyanprincessswanie 2.5K FWC: Thank you, I love you. I knew it the minute I met you. I'm sorry it took so long for me to catch up. - (Silver Linings Playbook)

A/N: inspired from a drabble I wrote for @justagirlinafandomworld flash fic challenge! Huge thanks to @princessmisery666 for betaing this in such a short time! Inspired by the movie Kuch Kuch Hota Hai. And to @msmarvelouswinchester for being excited about this when I told her the idea lol Dividers by firefly-graphics

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You loved him.

Gosh, you were so stupid for not realizing it earlier.

You shook your head as you smiled to yourself. You had always considered Bucky to be slightly more than a best friend, but you had never known that this was what was called love.

Someone patted your shoulder from behind and you almost gave yourself a whiplash with how fast you turned, deflating when you realized it was Dot, and not, um - you know, Bucky.

"Woah, hope your neck is okay." She teased, but there was an edge of concern.

You hummed, "I'm fine, what's up?"

"Bucky told me to tell you that he wants to talk to you about something. He'll be at your dorm."

You thanked Dot and picked up your bag before making your way home.

For some reason, you couldn't control the smile on your face.

Okay, no.

You knew the reason why you couldn't stop smiling. You had a feeling that something good was going to happen. The guy wanted to talk to you at the exact time you realized your feelings for him, that meant something, right?

Maybe he felt the same too...

And with that thought, you walked back to your dorm with a skip in your step.

Bucky was right there, sitting on your bed, bottom lip caught between his teeth as he shyly looked anywhere but you, his cheeks pink. You opened your mouth to greet him but he spoke first.

"I love you."

You couldn't believe that Bucky was actually saying the three words right as you entered your room. He had probably been practising while he waited for you and maybe just blurted it out. You didn't know what to say - what to think. You were in awe as you stared at him in surprise.

Bucky let out a breathy laugh as he brushed his hands through his hair before finally meeting your eyes. "What do you think she'll say if I tell her that?"

And just like that, eleven words was all it took to bring your whole world crashing down.

Your smile dropped and you couldn't help but ask, "What?"

"Dot - I wanna tell her that I love her." Bucky said as he licked his lips, blushing. "Fuck, I have been saying 'I Love You' to myself for ages, practising, before you even came in."

Tears blurred your eyes but you willed them away, finally understanding what was happening.

"I know that you're shocked, you didn't even yell at me for cursing. Hell, I'm shocked. Who knew a girl like Dot could lock this playboy down." Bucky stood up, hugging you tightly.

It was true, Bucky was known as a love 'em, leave 'em kinda guy throughout college, and you, his best friend from day one of college, was probably the only girl he had talked to for more than a week… well, maybe except Dot.

You returned his hug, wrapping your arms around his neck like always. But this time, something had changed.

Maybe everything had changed.

Bucky pulled away, his own eyes a bit red-rimmed even though you had never seen him smile so brightly.

You couldn't take it anymore, so you turned around on your heels, placed your bag on your desk and started taking out stuff as a distraction.

"You think I should tell her?" He asked in a small voice. You had never thought that Bucky could ever be this shy even a second from all of your time with him.

You nodded, not trusting your voice as you discreetly wiped your tears. You felt him hug you one last time from behind before he muttered, "Wish me luck." and rushed out of your dorm, the door slamming in his wake.

And thus, you were left alone with your thoughts in the quiet that followed.

It would be a lie if you said you didn't cry at all. You had just been through your first heartbreak.

You woke up the next day, sighing when your gaze fell on the mascara stained pillows.

Will it be just as hard to remove the stains as it will be to remove Bucky from your heart?

Was your love even real if he never felt what you did?

Taking a deep breath, you made a call to the only person who you knew would have the answers, trying to rub the tears off your cheeks even though you couldn't stop crying when she picked up.

"Mama, can you die from a broken heart?"

It wasn't hard to distance yourself from him when final exams of your last term were just a week away. You could give him simple excuses like; "I have to study," and he didn't have any other choice but to believe you.

"After exams," Bucky said one morning when you crossed paths on the campus. You tried to walk away, but he had clasped your hand, "You and I are going to spend a whole day together. I miss my best friend."

"Of course," you replied without missing a beat. But you had already planned to leave an hour after your last paper was handed in. Now, the thought of escaping was the only thing that made you happy.

"I'll be waiting for you." Bucky smiled, showing his pearly whites, but then frowned when he saw that your smile didn't reach your eyes. "Did something happen, Y/N?"

"Something did happen, but don't worry about it, you won't understand." You squeezed his hand twice, knowing that it was probably the last time you were going to talk to him, maybe forever.

You would've hugged him, but he knew you well enough to understand it as a confirmation that something was definitely wrong.

So, that was the last time you ever met James Bucky Barnes, memorizing him as a goofy guy with a cheeky smile and blue eyes that shined with life, his white shirt stained with ink and half tucked in.

Well, that was to be expected since you kept your heart tightly bound in so that no one could break it again.

With distance, they say, the heart grows fonder, but yours just kept on getting even more numb.

Everyone around you tried to make you talk it out, but you just shoved your feelings aside and began working harder for your career.

"Bye, Y/N!" Wanda and Natasha yelled as you waved at them for the final time before you boarded your flight to Brooklyn.

You smiled and thanked the flight attendant who directed you to your seat, mentally thanking Natasha for booking you a window one. You settled down, hoping to get some rest on your long haul flight after the hectic week you had.

A lady who seemed to be in her sixties took the middle seat while a man in a blue suit and sunglasses occupied the aisle one.

The moment the man sat down, you could tell that the old lady was on edge. She bounced her foot irately before pushing the 'call' button thrice incessantly.

A young flight attendant immediately rushed to your row, "Hi! What can I help you with?"

The old lady, however, was in no mood of being polite.

"I had booked the aisle seat," She grumbled. "Here's my ticket!"

The flight attendant checked it over, "I'm sorry, ma'am, but it looks like you may have accidentally booked the middle seat."

"That's not possible. I always sit on the aisle seat. You move me right now!" You felt pity for the flight attendant, who obviously wasn't used to such passengers yet.

"If it's fine, she can change seats with me," The man on the aisle seat said.

The flight attendant gratefully nodded, "it's fine sir, but you don't have to-"

"It's fine." The man and the old lady quickly changed seats so that the former was sitting next to you instead.

Now that he was closer, you spared a few seconds to look him over as he typed something in his phone. His jaw was sharp and covered with a small beard that looked professionally trimmed, and his hair dark which complimented his fair skin beautifully.

Not wanting to get caught, you quickly looked away.

The other passengers were still boarding when another flight attendant approached with a clipboard. "Miss Y/L/N." she said politely. “The meal you pre-booked isn’t available, here’s a menu so you can choose something else. I hope that’s okay.”

“Not a problem,” you said, taking the offered menu. She said she would come back shortly and wandered off down the plane.

The man next to you, however, started glancing at you every few minutes or so and you noticed through your peripheral vision.

After all the meals were served and the stranger had glanced at you for the sixth time, you were annoyed. "What's up?"

He was startled, as if he hadn't thought he would get caught. "Oh shit, I'm sorry. Didn't wanna make you uncomfortable." He cleared his throat before continuing. "Are you related to Y/N Y/L/N?"

You had worked really hard for where you were career-wise. You were the editor-in-chief of a popular newspaper, so it wasn't uncommon that your name would be recognized here and there.

But you also didn't have the energy for any such interaction right now.

Playing it safe, you said, "Oh, yes. I'm a distant cousin. Do you know her?"

The man visibly deflated before smiling sadly. "Yeah. We used to be best friends."

Your eyebrows shot up in confusion. "Is that so? What is your name if you don't mind me asking?"

"Bucky Barnes."

There weren't many times that life gave you curveballs. You were proud that you felt ready to face any challenge thrown your way, but this, you never thought would happen.

"Bu… Bucky?"

"Yeah. Has she ever talked about me?" There was that hint of a smile that made your heart stop, and then it began beating erratically when he removed his sunglasses to reveal those baby blues.

"It's me, Bucky. I'm Y/N." You breathed out.

Funnily enough, his reaction was more dramatic than yours. He had brought up a spoonful of mashed potatoes up to his mouth which clattered back onto the plate.

For a moment, you could tell Bucky was at a loss about what to do - wanting to shout at you and hug you at the same time.

Thankfully, he settled for the latter.

"I missed you so much." He said, awkwardly twisting his huge body in the small space between the two rows in the airplane.

You patted his back, smiling as tears sprang to your eyes.

Gosh, you hated Bucky for still having this much effect on you.

"So, what are you doing nowadays?" You asked, wiping your eyes with a tissue after he let you go.

"Took over my dad's business." He replied, to which you raised your eyebrows.

"I thought you didn't want to do that?"

Bucky shrugged, "Times change, I guess. I'm happy doing it now, though."

You hummed, "That's good. I'm an editor-in-chief at -"

"- New York Times, I know." Bucky cringed as he interrupted your sentence, realizing how creepy it must've come across. "Ma reads it, she's really proud of your achievements. She’s collected some of your articles in this cute little scrapbook."

You blushed. "That's really sweet, please thank her for me. Is she well?"

Bucky laughed, "Oh, she's really well. Bex just gave her a granddaughter, I'm on my way home to meet her."

Bex was Bucky's younger sister, who you had really bonded with throughout the four years of college. You felt like you were going to burst with happiness, "Oh my god, are you serious? That's amazing! Do you have pictures?"

He regretfully shook his head, "I would but I accidentally rebooted my phone and all the pictures Bex sent are gone." He bit his lower lip, as if hesitating before he said, "Well, I don't wanna cross any boundaries, but if you're okay with it, you can come over for dinner sometime this week if you're in Brooklyn."

Uh. What were you supposed to say?

It wasn't like you didn't wanna go, you missed Bucky's mom and Bex a lot.

But, on the other hand, Bucky was obviously going to be there, and since you didn't know anything about him now, you weren't sure if you were mentally equipped to deal with anything as well as how awkward it was going to be.

"I'll have to check with my secretary. Why don't you give me your number and I'll text you?" Okay, that was safe, right? You passed your phone to him to put his number in. This way, you didn't have to worry about making anyone upset in case you couldn't go.

Well, more upset than they already must've been with you.

"Hey, Buck?" You asked, almost muttering, "I hope your mom isn't mad at me for, uh, ghosting her..."

Bucky snorted as he passed you your phone back. "Mad at you? Never. She was actually mad at me when we couldn't find you after graduation, convinced that I did something stupid. Managed to make me think so too when you ignored my calls."

"Woah." You didn't know what else to say.

"For what it's worth now, I'm really sorry for whatever I did. I promise I never had any intention of hurting you."

Nothing would ever break your heart more than hearing the crack in Bucky's voice. How could you tell him it was never his fault, it was all you.

The only thing you did was wrap your hands around his arm closest to you, and his other hand instinctively came up to grab yours, only this time, his fingers were dead cold, metallic.

You looked down, taking his hands to inspect them. You gasped as you realised that his left hand wasn't organic.

"What happened, Bucky?"

He shook his head before smiling sadly. "Just a small mishap I had in our factory a few years ago. I'm okay, got used to it now, see!" He moved his fingers in a random pattern, a small whirring sound coming from within, while doing nothing to make you feel less guilty about not being there when he needed you the most.

Bucky could probably tell that too, so he was quick to change the subject. "So, is there anyone special in your life? I remember you saying something about wanting a guy who was like 'when he loves me, I want to feel like I'm floating'." He teased using something you had told him during one very late-night conversation. You were surprised he still remembered it.

"Shut up," You said, pushing him playfully. "But to answer your question, no there's no one special. I fell in love with someone a long time ago and I'm not sure if I can love anyone else." Bucky went silent for a couple of seconds, so you inquired, "What about you? You still with Dot?"

It successfully broke him out of his reverie as he snorted. "Nah, unfortunately something happened and I was too late to realize what I felt for another girl was much stronger than what I felt for Dot, but it was too late then."

"Never knew we were so similar." You humorlessly laughed before looking out of the window, not being able to meet his eyes.

"Yeah." Bucky sighed. "Wish I'd told her at the very least."

"Bucky," You shakily breathed out. His words were resonating in your mind as you gathered courage. What was the worst that could happen? He could just say no or humiliate you.

But even the last possibility was better than this little thing eating away at you forever.

"Yeah?"

"It was you, I loved you back in college and I still do."

Even the old lady on the aisle seat was looking at you in surprise. You, however, felt like a big burden was taken off your shoulders, breathing heavily.

His Adam's apple bobbed as he gulped and you prepared yourself for whatever was going to come.

"Thank you, I love you. I knew it the minute I met you. I'm sorry it took so long for me to catch up. I could never build up the courage to tell you." The words poured out of Bucky's mouth like they had been waiting there for far too long.

"We're idiots." You said, clasping his cheeks as you both leaned in. "Why didn't you move on?"

"I did try, but no one else was you." He replied, his right hand coming up to caress your jaw as you stared in his blue eyes, drowning in them. "Why didn't you?"

"Because I couldn't find you.," You whispered, only a centimeter between your lips.

"Just kiss!" Came a yell from the other side of Bucky, who turned out to be the old lady.

"Young love, huh?" She said disgustedly, making you laugh.

Bucky smiled, wetting his lips before they finally met yours.

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firefly-in-darkness · 2 years

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Fall For You - Part Three; Yours to Keep

Pairing → Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Characters → Bucky Barnes

Series Summary → You can no longer handle being in a long distance relationship with the rockstar Bucky Barnes and he knows it too...

Part Three Warnings → Smut-ish, fluff...

Betas → @wh0reo-cookie // all mistakes are my own.

Prompts → Fall For You by Secondhand Serenade

BBB Square Fill → Naked Cuddles - @buckybarnesbingo

BB Square Fill → “I thought I lost you” - @buckybingo

A/N → This is for a writing challenge hosted by @hellotvshowtrash - threw in another Secondhand Serenade song in there for our Emo hearts!

Part Two // Fall For You - Series List

You hummed at the feeling of a warm arm wrapped around you, the feel of skin on skin, the slight brush of Bucky’s fingertips leaving goosebumps to ripple over your body. Your eyes remained closed, but the smile grew, and you leaned back into Bucky’s chest. He pressed a kiss to your bare shoulder and adjusted the bedsheets around each of your blissed-out bodies.

“I love you,” Bucky nuzzled into your neck, “I thought I lost you.”

“I think I fell for you all over again tonight.” You whispered, heat rising on your cheeks at the confession.

You thought back to the waitress producing your favourite dessert, even though it wasn’t on the menu. The way you and Bucky had cuddled under the stars on the giant beanbag you hadn’t spotted until he pointed it out. The hot chocolates were a perfect touch, marshmallows, and cream spilling over the brim.

Bucky nipped at your earlobe, “Was it the date, or the sex, or the song? Because, as much as I’d like to wine and dine you, we are naked, and I can easily go for round two.”

You could feel Bucky’s smirk against the shell of your ear and couldn’t contain the giggle that you let out as his hands began to explore your body in between the stroke of his tongue on your neck.

Ungracefully, you unfurled the sheets to turn around and face him, “that can wait. I want to hear it again.”

Bucky rolled his eyes playfully, and scooted out from the bed, leaving you with the view of his ass while walking out of the bedroom. He knew you were unashamedly watching and slapped one of his cheeks, sending another fit of laughter through your body.

You sat back against the headboard and pulled the sheets around you, waiting for his return. The smile not leaving your face as your fingers caressed your lips, this was not how you expected tonight to go, and you were beyond happy to have allowed the both of you to start again.

He returned with his favourite guitar covering his groin, much to your disappointment but he took a seat at your dressing table and began playing the first few chords.

Waiting for your call, I'm sick, call I'm angry,

Call I'm desperate for your voice,

And I'm tired of being all alone, and this solitary moment,

Makes me want to come back home,

I was born to tell you I love you,

To make you mine,

Stay with me tonight.

Before he could place the guitar against the wardrobe, you were on Bucky in an instant, pressing your body against his and kissing him all over. You tugged him back to the bed, wrapping yourself up in one another once more.

He was your everything and he was showing you how he felt. That laughter you had missed so much had returned, and you learned why he was always brooding with this song that he had written. His uncertainty of making that change, to leave the band and settle down with you.

You poured every part of your love into the kisses against his neck, collarbone, and chest. The smell of sweat, sex, and him clouded your senses and took you back to the moment just before his naked body held firm against yours.

You wanted him, he wanted you and there was nothing else to it.

Bucky paused and cupped your cheeks, focusing your attention on him and not his body, “I’m going to quit, this is what I want. This is my dream; it has been for a long time.”

“Are you sure?” You whispered.

Bucky nudged your nose, “Of course I am, sorry, it took me so long to realise.”

Your lips met in a soft kiss, sealing the promise of a new dream, together.

The End. Or is it?

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hintsofhoney · 3 years

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Fifty-Six Minutes

Pairing(s): Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Summary: You and Bucky have some time to yourselves before the kids wake up, and you know just how to spend it.

Square(s) Filled: Bucky Barnes for @anyfandomkinkbingo, Free Space for @buckybingo

Tags: 18+, daddy kink meets degradation kink meets breeding kink, rough sex, light spanking, fluff, husband!Bucky, dad!Bucky

Word Count: 2k

A/N: This exists because of @superfanficnatural's horny ass and because I had to get revenge on @deangirl93 for her almost killing me with chapter 10 of 26th Floor (which, you should read, btw, if you're not already). Anyways, here's my first MCU fic, I hope you guys enjoy! GIF credits to @buckysbarnes from what I can tell (at least that's where my search for the creator led me)!

You can also read me on Ao3!

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Bucky groaned in his sleep as he rolled over to face you. You glanced at the alarm clock on your bedside table: it was 7:00am, which meant that you only had about an hour or so before your peace and quiet was disturbed by the two little tyrants who you called your children came bursting through the door. You looked over at your sleeping husband, a smile creeping up on your face as you took in how absolutely angelic he was when he was sleeping. Pouty lips, puffy face, fluffy hair – he was just about the cutest thing you’d ever seen.

It was hard to believe that a man who looked so innocent when he slept used to be a trained killer. But all that was behind him now, thanks to you, and he was finally at peace. You took a deep breath as your innocent thoughts turned not-so-innocent, trying to remember how long it had been since the two of you last had sex. You looked over to the alarm clock again. 7:02. It was now or God knows when. Between the soccer practices, dance recitals, school pick-up lines, and normal-people jobs that the two of you were working now, you had to make use of the time that was given to you. Even if that time was 7:02am on a Saturday morning.

You scooted closer to him, until the tip of your nose was just barely brushing against his. He hummed as you brought your hand to cup his face, slowly opening his eyes and giving you a sleepy smile.

“Morning,” he whispered, blinking a few times before leaning in to give you a kiss.

“Morning,” you smiled, as the kiss ended. You ran your hand down his bicep, grabbing his wrist and pulling it towards your core as your smile turned into a smirk. Bucky raised his eyebrows in surprise as the tips of his fingers met with your damp panties.

“Mm, how much time do we have?” he asked, his voice still deep and hoarse from sleep, which only increased the growing wetness between your legs. You looked back over your shoulder at the alarm clock. 7:04am.

“Fifty-six minutes, if we’re lucky,” you replied, pulling your bottom lip in between your teeth in a way that you knew drove him crazy as you looked up at him through your eyelashes.

A smile spread across Bucky’s lips as his eyes darkened and he rolled over on top of you, holding himself up above you by his forearms. “How many times d’you think I can make you cum in fifty-six minutes, doll?”

Your breath hitched as you tried to answer; no words came out. It felt like it had been ages since you and Buck last had a proper fuck, and from what it sounded like, you were going to be feeling him in between your legs for the rest of the day. He dropped his head, planting kisses down your jawline, then moving to your neck. You gripped his biceps as his breath fanned over your skin, his wet kisses sending chills down your spine as they met with the cool air of your bedroom. You squirmed beneath him, trying to relieve the tension that you were feeling in your core.

“Mm, Bucky,” you breathed, your voice unsteady.

“I know, baby. You’re desperate for me, aren’t you?” he husked against your skin, continuing his trail of kisses down your neck. “Can’t wait for me to fill you up, can you? So, so needy,” he hummed, his lips on your chest now, moving to the valley between your breasts.

“I’m – fuck,” you gasped, as Bucky brought his metal fingers to your nipple, the cold vibranium hardening it instantly.

“What were you saying, doll?” he asked, his mouth moving to your other nipple, pulling it in between his teeth as he circled his tongue around the tip.

“I’m off the p-pill,” you breathed, arching your back as Bucky pinched your nipple in between his vibranium fingers. You looked down at him, his eyes meeting with yours as his got even darker once he processed what you had said. Within seconds his face was above yours again, his fingers still playing with your nipple.

“Guess I’m gonna have to fill you up so much that it’ll be spilling out of you for days then, won’t I? You’d like that, yeah? Fuckin’ pregnant with my babies again? You want that, Y/N?”

“Fuck, Bucky!” you yelped, as he pinched your nipple a little too hard.

Bucky leaned down, his stubble scratching against your cheek as he moved his flesh hand between your bodies, down to your core. He slipped underneath the waistband of your now-soaked panties, humming in approval as he felt how wet you were.

“Mm, such a pathetic little cumslut, aren’t you?” he husked in your ear. “So wet at the thought of me putting another baby in you.”

“Bucky, please,” you begged, willing for him to touch you where you needed it the most. Willing for him to fill you up and mark you as his.

He chuckled deeply. “You don’t have to ask me twice.” Within seconds his metal arm came to rip off your panties, the sheer force of the fabric being pulled from your body causing you to whimper. He sat back on his heels, pumping his cock a few times as he looked down at you, your legs spread open for him, your slick-covered cunt glistening in the sunlight that had begun streaming through the windows. “You look so pretty like that, doll. All spread open for me. You like being my little fucktoy, hm?” he asked, tapping his hard cock against your clit a few times, drawing a long moan from your lips.

“Ye-yes,” you breathed.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“There she is. Daddy’s pathetic little slut. You want me to fill you up now? Hm?” he asked, dragging his cock between your folds.

You nodded desperately as you looked him in the eye. “Yes, please. Please, Daddy, I – I need – oh, fuck!” you gasped, as you felt Bucky’s cock stretch you open.

He wrapped his hands around your thighs, the back of your calves resting on the tops of his shoulders as he pulled nearly all the way out before snapping his hips back into you again. At this angle, it didn’t take long before you felt the dam inside you about to break. Bucky continued thrusting, sharp and slow.

“That,” thrust, “what,” thrust, “you wanted?” Thrust.

“F-fuuuck, y-yes,” you whimpered, your hands fisting the bedsheets beside you as Bucky continued pounding into you at a slow but steady rhythm.

“I’m gonna fill,” thrust, “you up, doll,” thrust, “but you’re gonna cum for me first.”

Every word was going straight to your core, and as Bucky sped up his movements, the tip of his cock hitting your g-spot with every thrust, you couldn’t hold back the dam inside you.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” you screamed, your juices coating his cock as he fucked you through your high.

“Fuck, yeah,” Bucky groaned, as he watched you come undone beneath him. “There’s a good little slut. Fuck, turn around,” he ordered, pulling out of you quickly, causing you to whimper at the loss of his cock inside you. You obeyed, quickly flipping over to your stomach, your body still trembling from your orgasm. You let out a small yelp as Bucky grabbed your hips, pulling them upwards so your ass was in the air while your chest still rested on the mattress.

“Ohhh, fuuuck,” you moaned as he re-entered you, leaning over to grab each of your forearms and hold them behind you in his metal hand.

“There we go,” he husked, delivering a sharp smack to your ass before grabbing it roughly and pulling back, snapping his hips into you at a much harder and quicker pace.

“Fuck!”

“Yeah, I’m gonna pump you so full of my cum, it’s gonna be dripping out of you for weeks, doll. You’d like to be full of my babies again, wouldn’t you?” he asked, slightly out of breath as he continued to fuck you, delivering another smack to your ass.

“Fuck, y-yes!”

“Yeah, it’d make you useful again. More than just my little cumslut, right? Good for somethin’ other than just bein’ fucked.”

“Oh, God, yes,” you moaned, feeling your second orgasm coming up on you quickly.

“Fuck, sweetheart,” Bucky panted, his thrusts getting faster and sloppier, letting you know that he was close. “You gonna cum again, hm? You gonna cum on this cock while I fill you up with mine?”

“Fuck, yes! Yes, please, Buck – oh, God!” you were brought right to the edge of another release as Bucky snaked his flesh hand around your waist, coming down to rub circles on your aching clit. “Fuck, yes, yes, I’m gonna –”

“Go ahead, doll. I’m right behind you. I want to feel you,” he breathed.

You let your second orgasm wash over you, the noises that left your throat definitely loud enough to wake the kids, had they not somehow woken up already. Bucky groaned as he felt your pussy clenching around his cock, and moments later you could feel warm ropes of cum coat your walls, filling you up to what felt like the brim.

“Fuck, Y/N,” he panted, grabbing your hips to keep himself from falling over as he came down from his high. He glanced at the clock. 7:54am. “And with six minutes to spare,” he smirked, slowly pulling out of you. You whimpered as you felt his thumb swipe up a drop of his cum that had escaped your cunt, shoving it back inside you. “Can’t let any of it go to waste, can we?” he hummed, pressing a kiss to your ass as he made his way off the bed.

You let yourself collapse onto the mattress slowly, making sure to squeeze your legs together as you laid flat on your stomach. You folded your arms under your pillow and turned your head towards the door, expecting a soft knock at any moment now. Bucky rinsed his hands and pulled on his bathrobe before he made his way over to your side of the bed, pulling the comforter up over your naked body and pressing a gentle kiss to your temple. Knock, knock. You looked up at your husband with a dazed smile on your face, and he chuckled softly as he shook his head, looking over to the clock once more.

“They’re early, too. Little tyrants,” he said, nodding towards the time. You moved your head up slightly so you could see. 7:56am.

You giggled quietly. “Well, they’re not my problem for the next thirty minutes,” you shrugged.

Bucky rolled his eyes, a playful smirk coming to his lips as he gently spanked your ass over the comforter a few times before sighing and walking over to the door. He opened it just a crack, little giggles coming from the other side of the threshold.

“Daddy, open the door more!” a whiny voice demanded, and you smiled to yourself as you watched Bucky give in and open it all the way.

“Mommy!” your daughter screeched, beginning to run over to you before Bucky scooped her up in his arms.

“Woah, Nat, baby, we’re gonna let Mommy rest for a little bit, okay? She’s tired,” he explained, putting her on his hip and moving some hair out of her face. Your son, Sam, came to stand next to Bucky, tugging on his robe. “What’s up, bud?” he asked, placing his flesh hand on top of Sam’s head and ruffling his hair.

“Can you make pancakes?”

Bucky chuckled, looking over to you for your opinion.

“Do you even know how to make pancakes?” you asked sleepily, amusement in your tone.

Bucky shot you an annoyed glare.

“I’m kidding! Pancakes sound delicious. Now get out of here, all of you! I’ll be down in a few,” you smiled, shooing your family out of your room.

“Alright, we’re being thrown out, guys. C’mon,” Bucky teased, shooting you a wink before turning towards the door.

“Do you really know how to make pancakes, daddy?” you heard your daughter ask as the trio stepped through the threshold, Bucky quickly closing the door behind him.

You chuckled to yourself, shaking your head in disbelief as you wondered how on Earth you got so lucky.

#anyfandomkinkbingo #bucky bingo round 1 #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes #bucky barnes fanfic #mcu fanfic

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unnuevosoltransformalarealidad · 2 years

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Forgotten

(Pic found on Google. Edit is mine)

Summary: Bucky survived a fatal accident. He didn’t lose his life, but without realizing it, he lost everything else. Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader Prompt: Temporary Amnesia for Make Me Feel Bingo @girl-next-door-writes // Amnesia AU for @buckybingo // Plane Crash for @anyfandomangstbingo // Picture #1 (Bucky’s Captain America TFA) for @buckybarnesbingo // Warnings: Plane crash, amnesia, angst, temporary amnesia, fluff, happy ending, second chances, established relationship, alternative universe Word Count: 1349 A/N: This was also written for @wonder-cole 's Fortunate 500 Challenge with the prompt “I drove for miles and miles and wound up at your door”

You were coming from the garden when you saw that Bucky was wearing his blue jacket and that only meant one thing, he was required at work “I’m needed at the airport asap. I’ll call you when I arrive. Love you” he said, giving you a quick peck to the lips, and he left the house without you saying anything.

Two days after he left, you haven’t heard anything about him. It wasn’t odd, sometimes work was too much and he didn’t have the time to call, but one way or another, you knew he was safe, but this time was different. You knew that if anything had happened to him, you were going to be notified, but no one has contacted you yet, and not knowing anything was killing you.

You were cleaning the kitchen with the tv as background noise when the flash news showed up on interrupting the show that was airing notifying that a plane was found in the woods and there were no survivors. Your knees gave up and you fell on the floor, you knew it was Bucky’s plane. You could feel it. The next few hours were the worst you experienced so far. You tried to contact the company where Bucky was working but no one answered it. You were going insane. You kept calling them but you didn’t have any luck. No one was answering.

Later that evening, you received a call from the hospital. Bucky was there and he was alive. You couldn’t believe it, he was alive. He survived the plane crash. You thanked all the Gods out there and headed to the hospital. When you arrived, one of the nurses was waiting for you. Once she spotted you, she took you to Bucky’s doctor. He was waiting for you.

The doctor explained to you that Bucky was in a coma and that he needed time to wake up. He also mentioned how extensive were his wounds and the most concerning one was the one in his head. Until he woke up, they didn’t know how much damage had been caused. So, you had to wait. You didn’t know how much time, but you were going to be by his side no matter what. The wait was long and slow, Bucky’s injuries started to heal but he wasn’t waking up and that was the scariest part.

Twenty days after the accident, Bucky woke up. The doctor recommended you wait at least one more day to finally see him, it hurt you but one of the nurses told you it was the best, it was to avoid overwhelming him. The following day, after one of the nurses told him you were there, you entered his room. “Hi Buck, how are you feeling?” you asked“I’m feeling fine, after everything they told me that happened, I feel fine. Thanks" he smiled, “Yeah, everything was so scary. Not knowing anything about—” Bucky sighed and you stopped talking, “I’m sorry, I don’t want to sound rude, but… Do I know you?” he asked you and your heart broke. You knew this was a possibility but you were hoping it didn’t.

You thought for a second on how to tell him, you looked at your ring and looked back at him, “I’m your fiance,” you said with teary eyes “I...I” Bucky stammered “I wish I could remember you. I’m sorry” he finally said “Is fine,” you told him and sighed, “I’ll leave you alone so you can rest. Goodbye Buck,” you said getting up “Bye Miss… It was a pleasure to meet you,” you looked at him, “The name is Y/N'' you slightly smiled “I wish you the best'' you said and left the room. The nurse saw you leaving the room, she approached you and she said “I’m sorry” you looked at her with you tear-stained face and smiled sadly, “Can you give him this?” you said removing the ring. It was useless for you to keep it, he didn’t remember you.

After staying with him for twenty-two days in the hospital, you got back to your shared apartment, you packed your things, and left your life behind. You stayed with a friend for a few days and then you moved to another state, you needed to start a new life away from the person you thought was the love of your life.

It had been a few months since you left Bucky and everything behind, you were working as a barista at a bakery and you got back to school. Your life had changed a lot since the accident and you were grateful. It had helped you to find yourself again, something you didn’t know was lost, you were happy Bucky was doing alright after surviving a plane crash, but if it wasn’t because of it, you wouldn’t be the one who you were now, someone happy.

You were at the bakery working your regular shift, when you heard the doorbell ring, you lifted your eyes from the counter and you saw him, Bucky was there, looking hotter than ever. You tried to leave at the back but he saw you first. “Y/N? Can I talk to you?” you sighed “ I can’t now, I’m working” you shoved your hands up motioning to what you were doing. You sighed again and you went to the front desk, you took out your notepad and pen and jot something down. “Meet me here in two hours. Now, I have work to do, if you don’t want anything, you can go” You didn’t want to sound rude, but you weren’t expecting him to show up out of nowhere. It took you a lot of effort and shaded tears to get over him.

Three hours later, someone knocked on your door. You knew it wasn’t Bucky, since he hasn’t shown up when you told him, and something he always hated was being late. You opened up and he was there. Both of you smiled and you let him get in. “I’ll be quick I promise,” he said, handing you a little box with one bright pink rose. You smiled at the gesture, he remembered it.

“Look, after leaving the bakery, I started to drive back to my place. I felt it was wrong, it wasn’t fair for you to show up unannounced” you nodded, and instinctively you touched his flesh arm and started to caress it “but I drove for miles and miles and wound up at your door. Something forced me to come back to you. There is something in here” he said pointing at his heart and intertwining his fingers with yours “that misses you. I haven’t got my full memory back, the doctors said it was temporary, but uhm…” he caressed the back of his neck with his metal arm, “I miss you.” you sighed and pressed your forehead to his shoulder “I want you back, please” he begged “let’s do this again,” you looked at him “do what?” you asked “this” he said taking your engagement ring out from his pocket “let me meet you again,” With his flesh hand he started to caress your cheek and you leaned to his touch “let me fall in love with you again, please.” Your eyes filled with tears, you didn’t know what to say, were you ready to go back to him? were you ready to be with him again?

You were struggling to find the right words to answer and Bucky was growing impatient “I’m sorry,” he said, he removed his hand from your face and turned around to leave but something in you didn’t want him gone, so you grabbed him from his wrist and pulled him in towards you, as soon as he turned around you kissed him.

“I thought I was over you, but I guess I was wrong because I don’t want you to leave,” you said, hugging him. “This is a yes?” you nodded “Let’s get to know each other again.” And just like that, you started to fall in love with him one more time.

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holylulusworld · 2 years

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Rebound

Title: Rebound

Summary: Being Bucky’s friend isn’t easy. Especially if you are in love with him.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader, former Natasha Romanoff x Bucky Barnes

Warnings: angst, language, Bucky being a douche, FWB relationship, unrequited love, low self-esteem, implied smut, arguments

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It’s another night you spend on your own whilst the man you love yearns for someone he can’t have.

Tonight, his ex-girlfriend went on a date with someone she really likes and Bucky had to make sure, the date doesn’t end with Natasha going home with the guy.

Life had other plans; or rather Natasha got a glimpse of Bucky, scolded her ex, and made sure he knows that they never get together again.

“Never,” Bucky mutters under his breath as he sneaks into your room. Just like any other night, he comes to your place to find shelter in your arms, or between your legs.

Before your arrangement to help each other in times of need, you and Bucky were best friends.

You were happy when he and Natasha got together, you even cheered for them when he proposed.

But one day, Natasha broke things up with Bucky and he came to you. Lonely. Hopeless. Broken. He told you about the breakup and you tried to soothe your friend, held him in your arms, telling him all those nice things he needed to hear.

You don’t know how you ended up tangled in each other, Bucky moving on top of you, calling you his doll.

“She said never, doll.”

“B-bucky?” sleepily looking up at Bucky you frown. “What’s wrong? Shouldn’t you be at home? There is a mission coming up. Steve told me about it.”

“I need you,” he purrs, hands already tugging at your bedding. “Please, baby doll. Your Bucky bear needs to feel you.”

It’s always the same game. Bucky comes to you after a bad day, a nightmare, or a ruined date and you let him in.

Every. Single. Time.

“Please?” he gives you puppy dog eyes, whining as you try to cover your body, to shield you from the chilly air at your bedroom. “Baby doll.”

“Rough night again?” you ask softly. “Bucky, you can always come here…” suddenly you remember Natasha told you about a date and you know he didn’t have a nightmare.

“Doll,” he crawls onto your bed to tug at your blanket. “I need you. You’re the only one making me feel alright.”

“WAIT!” it’s the first time you deny Bucky. “This is about Natasha’s date, right? A date with a guy that isn’t you.”

“I need my friend—” he tugs at your blanket, frowning when you swat his hand away.

“NO! If you want to talk about your ex or a nightmare we can, but I’m not someone you can use and forget about in the morning. I deserve better. I’m your friend.”

“I need my friend with benefits, not a friend,” Bucky leaves your bed to pace the room. “Natasha said we will never ever get back together. How dare her!”

“Seriously?” you push the covers off of your body to leave the bed too. “You come here to fuck me to forget about your ex? Do you think so low of me? Am I only a rebound any time a girl doesn’t like you or the moment you have a bad day?”

“Baby doll let’s not fight,” he tries one last time to convince you to let him touch you. “C’mere, Y/N. Let me take care of you.”

“You mean I shall lie there and spread my legs for you after you just admitted you are mad about some other girl?” fighting the tears well up to your eyes you look at Bucky. “Buck, we used to be good friends and now I feel like an old rag you can use and toss into the dumpster all the time!”

“I—I don’t know why I’m keeping you around,” Bucky spats, eyes cold blue orbs now. “You’re not even good in bed. Most of the time I must think about someone else to get off. If you can’t be my friend with benefits, we shouldn’t be friends at all.”

That hit home. You visibly flinch at his harsh words and Bucky regrets his outburst in an instant. Stepping away from the super-soldier you shake your head, feeling self-doubts well up once again.

“Well then, you should go now,” storming into the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind you to slide down the door you hide your face in the palms of your hands. You silently begin to cry, regretting you let Bucky Barnes into your life and bed.

“Doll?” he carefully tries but you do not answer. “I’m going to go now. Maybe you change your mind. Give me a call. Yeah?”

“Morning,“ Natasha chirps, giving you a smirk. “Guess who got laid tonight, babe.” She wiggles her eyebrows, but you can’t bring yourself to put a fake smile on your face. “What’s wrong? Did something happen?“

“It’s nothing, really,“ you wave her concern off. “I’m glad your date went well, Nat. You deserve to be happy.”

“Y/N, you deserve to be happy too. So, tell me what’s wrong. Maybe I can help,” you huff, eyes glued to the untouched oatmeal in front of you.

“Nat, this can’t be helped. I believed—no, I had hoped someone likes me, but he does not. He was simply looking for a rebound girl he can use and throw away. I just feel so helpless,” you sniffle, hearing Bucky’s words from the night before in your mind.

“What do you mean, Y/N?” Natasha presses. “Did he hurt you?”

“I allowed myself to fall in love with him. Now I know he never was with me. Not even while we had sex,” laughing bitterly you glance at Natasha. “He imagined someone else to get off, Nat. What does this make me? A breathing fleshlight?”

“No, this makes him an asshole and a douche. Do not listen to that bastard,” she pats your hand. “Look for a nice guy, someone respecting you.”

“I thought he respects me,” voice barely above a whisper you watch Steve and Bucky walk into the kitchen. Your body goes stiff as your eyes land on the man breaking your heart. “I—I got to go.”

“Wait, Y/N—” Natasha tries to stop you, but you are halfway out of the kitchen before she gets the chance to tell you no man is worth your tears. “Shit…”

“What’s wrong, Nat?” Steve immediately asks. “Y/N looked like she was in a hurry.”

“Uh—I guess she kinda broke up with her boyfriend,” sighing Natasha looks at your untouched breakfast. “Bad break-up.”

“Buck, that’s your chance,” elbowing his friend Steve smirks. “You know, ask Y/N out. She’s single again.”

“Steve, she needs time. He wasn’t a nice guy…”

“Y/N was seeing someone?” Bucky looks at his ex, frowning as he tries to remember if you ever mentioned a boyfriend. “I didn’t know.”

“Maybe she didn’t want us to know, Buck. It’s awful the breakup was bad, but maybe, this is your best chance.”

“What do you mean, Steve?” huffing Bucky tries to make sense out of Steve’s words. “Why would I ask Y/N out?”

“Please,” laughing Steve sits next to Natasha. “Everyone with eyes can see the looks you give her. Longing looks, I may add. You are totally in love with Y/N.”

“I’m not—”

Two weeks have passed since the incident, the night Bucky broke your heart and took all hope with him, and you are still not better.

“Did you listen, Y/N?”

“Huh?” blinking a few times you look up at Steve.

“I asked if you would give me the recipe for the sauce,” the blonde smirks. “It’s the best I ever had.”

“Oh, it’s nothing special. Really. Everyone could make it,” you shrug, underestimating your talent once again. “I can give it to you though.”

“Nothing special,” Sam cocks his head, a concerned look on his face. “Y/N, is something bothering you? For weeks you keep to yourself and barely talk to anyone. Especially not Bucky, your best friend.”

“He’s not my best friend,” you protest. “Why would he want to be my friend? Look at me. I’m no one special, never was to anyone.“

„What are we eating tonight?" Bucky walks into the kitchen, stomach grumbling. “OH, Doll! You made your infamous pasta. I love it.”

You frown at Bucky’s words. Why in the world would he even talk to you after telling you your friendship is over?

“Best pasta I ever ate, Buck,” Steve moans at the taste. “She’ll give me the recipe.”

“She will?” whilst you sneak out of the kitchen to get away from Bucky, Natasha watches you with concern. “Steve, did you threaten my best girl to get the recipe?”

“Uh—your best girl?” Steve wonders aloud. “That’s odd. Not moments ago, Y/N said you are not her friend. Right, doll?” everyone turns their head toward your seat, but you are long gone. “Where did she go?”

“Doll, hey,” Bucky jogs after you, calling for you. “Wait, Y/N.”

“—” walking away, not even sparing Bucky a glance you try to keep the tears at bay. The last thing you want is for Bucky to see your tears or that he broke your heart.

“Y/N? Wait! What’s wrong?” he asks, walking faster to catch up with you. Bucky places one hand onto your shoulder but you shake it off, huffing as he seems to be confused. “Doll, you are ignoring me for the longest time.”

“That’s what you wanted,” you tilt your head to glance up at Bucky. “You said if I don’t want to be your friend with benefits, we shouldn’t be friends and other things. I’m only doing as I’m told…”

“What? Oh—fuck!” Bucky runs one hand down his face, remembering the night he got angry at you. “Doll, I’m so sorry. I was mad at Natasha and angry at myself. I only wanted to be with you and then, you rejected me too.”

“I offered to let you stay and talk. You got mad as I didn’t want to spread my legs for you,” you huff. “That’s a difference, James.” He feels his heart shatter as you called him by his name. Not Bucky, not Buck or Bucky bear. “You should look for someone satisfying your needs. So, you don’t have to pretend you like fucking her.”

“Baby doll,” he whines now, hands reaching out for you. “I—what I did was unforgivable. There is no excuse for hurting you so much. I just had hoped you’ll forgive me. “

“How could I, James?” you tear up, feeling tears wet your cheeks. “You knew about my insecurities and still, you decided to hurt me deeply with your words. I cannot forgive you nor forget what you said. Leave me alone. I’m done being your rebound girl.”

Bucky watches you run away from him, feeling his chest ache. Never in his wildest dreams did he imagine you would give up on him. On the other hand, he never broke your heart before. “Doll, I…”

“What’s all of this?“ looking around your living room you gasp. Someone placed a bouquet of red roses on the table. Rose petals lie all over the floor and, someone is rummaging in your kitchenette.

“Doll, right on time. Food is ready,” Bucky hurries out of the kitchen to place two plates with pasta onto your table. “I got dessert too.”

“What are you doing here?” crossing your arms over your chest you glare at Bucky. “I’m waiting.”

“Amends,” he grumbles. “That night, I said horrible things to you. Please let me tell you, I didn’t mean a single word. I get defensive and sometimes passive-aggressive if someone rejects me. That’s no excuse, I know…”

“Damn right,” hands-on your hips you exhale sharply. “I was asking myself why you said all those things and then, I realized you give a shit on me and my feelings. Even though we were only friends with benefits, I expected you to give me a little respect.”

“God, Y/N,” he sighs deeply. “I’m a fucking asshole, I know that now. Anger and disappointment got the best out of me. For the longest time, I tried to push my feelings for you away to not get hurt again. Hurting you was never my intention.”

“But you hurt me…”

“Doll, Y/N…will you give me the chance to make things up to you? I know this stubborn 106 years old, semi-stable man is not worth breathing the same air but give him one more chance to be your friend and maybe more.”

“I will eat the food,” you sit on the couch, glancing at Bucky. You are still too hurt to forgive him, or even consider forgiving him but, you will not be heartless. “I can’t offer more for now.”

“That’s more than enough and much more than I deserve,” he sits next to you, offering a fork to you. “I don’t know about the dessert. It looks odd, doll. Sorry.”

“Seriously? First, you break my heart and now you offer odd-looking food to me,” you laugh at his pained expression. “If you want to make things up to me, try harder.”

“I’ll try harder, promised,” you begin to eat, aware Bucky is watching your every move. “Doll, this old and stupid man loves you, and one day, you will love me again too…”

>> Part 2

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writercole · 3 years

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The Howling Wolf

Square fill: ‘You’re my mission’ @buckybingo

Word Count: 2688

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: 18+, there be smut, DEAD PIGEON DO NOT EAT, alcohol consumption, fingering, unprotected sex, p in v, vaginal intercourse, choking kink

Credits: Header image off google // header by me // beta by @padalelli // divider by @firefly-graphics

A/N: This is my first reader insert Marvel fic and my first entry for @buckybingo. It was kind of requested by @padalelli who needed some Bucky smut and was wholly encouraged by so many of these other women tagged. It’s turned out pretty well imo. I hope you enjoy.

It was just another night at The Howling Wolf. Drinks were flowing , people were chatting, the DJ was keeping everyone on the dance floor. Sam and Bucky weren’t paying much attention to who was ordering the drinks. Thor was on door duty so they knew that everyone was legal to be in there.

“Two shots of Patron and a whiskey neat please.” For the first time that night, Bucky looked at the person ordering the drinks.

Your skin tight dress was riding up, your heels were killing your feet, your makeup was making you sweat more than the heat, and you weren’t drunk enough for the dance floor. Your friend Natasha had dragged you out tonight, claiming that you needed to get out there and meet someone. ‘Just get laid,’ she had said.

You went up to the bar and waited until one of the gorgeous men behind it nodded in your direction. “Two shots of Patron and a whiskey neat please,” you requested from the one with the short, dark hair and a metal prosthetic arm. His face shot up to yours and he stopped moving, his azure eyes roaming your face and his jaw slack.

Bucky caught himself staring and cleared his throat, repeating your order to you before moving to make your drinks. He set the drinks down in front of you and watched you down both shots and take your whiskey to a table, but not before giving him a dazzling smile.

“Earth to Bucky,” Sam shouted over the music. Bucky whipped his head to face his coworker and stared at him. “Are you gonna help me or stare after that girl all day?”

“Yeah, sorry, man,” Bucky replied, moving to another customer to take their order while keeping an eye on you in his peripherals.

Back at your table, Natasha and Wanda were laughing at something Carol said but you were stealing glances at the handsome bartender. You watched the thick muscles in his arm flex as he slid glasses across the counter. You admired the way his back muscles rippled under his tight black shirt as he reached for a bottle on a higher shelf. You fantasized about how that metal hand would feel wrapped around your throat.

“Oh, someone’s got a lady boner,” Nat teased over her double vodka rocks. You glared at your friend who gave you a knowing smirk and hopped off her stool.

“Nat, what are you doing?” you hissed at your red-haired friend as she sauntered over to the bar. You saw her lean forward on her elbows and try to get the attention of the man you had been ogling. She finally succeeded and though you couldn’t hear what she was saying, you knew it was something that would be incredibly embarrassing.

She turned and headed back to the table with a grin resembling that of a cat that ate the canary. As she slid onto her stool and sipped her drink, she refused to meet your gaze.

“Nat?” you called out over the music, attempting to get her attention. She continued to ignore you, pretending to be very interested in the rafters. “Natasha?” you tried again with the same result. “NATALIA ROMANOVA.”

She finally turned and looked at you, a look of innocence plastered on her face - one that you didn’t believe for a second. “Yes?”

“What did you do?” you demanded of her. She averted her gaze again so you repeated your question. “Nat, what. Did. You. Do?”

“I didn’t...do anything,” she lied with a straight face. “Can I walk you through a hypothetical?” You narrowed your eyes and raised a brow. “Maybe someone has known Sam, the dark, dreamy one, for a few years. And maybe that someone has met his employer Bucky a few times during the relationship.” She paused and took a sip of her drink as your jaw tensed in frustration. “And maybe someone happened to mention to Bucky that he had an admirer.”

“NATASHA HOW DARE YOU?!” you exclaimed at your friend. “I can’t believe you would do that.” You placed your head in your hands in exasperation, groaning loudly at your predicament.

“She may be out of line, Y/N, but she’s right,” you heard Carol say. “You’ve been drooling over that bartender since you sat down. And you really, really need to get over Zemo. There’s no better way than getting under someone else.” She shrugged and took her drink over to another table where a gorgeous, dark-skinned woman had been making eyes at her all night.

You looked over at Wanda who had been watching the scene unfold with giddiness. She didn’t have anything to say, just smiled and tilted her head in the motherly way she always did. You sighed heavily and downed your drink, debating heading to the bar for a fresh one but also thinking that it was better that you stayed away from the bar, lest Bucky - that was his name - reject you.

You turned your attention back to the two women who were still at your table and changed the subject swiftly. The three of you were joking and laughing until the bar started thinning out - including Carol and her new friend, Maria, leaving together. Soon it was just you three and the bar staff left, the bouncer having left just a moment earlier. Sam had a soft playlist going while they were cleaning up the bar and you were all mellowing out to the jazz coming from the speakers.

Wanda checked the time and excused herself to head home to Vision and the twins, thanking you and Nat for the night out. Sam joined you and Nat after she left, bringing fresh drinks for the pair of you. Sam greeted Nat with a bright smile showcasing his slight gap in his front teeth, which only made him more charming, before turning to you with an extended hand.

“Sam Wilson,” he introduced. You gave your name as you took his hand and he raised it to his lips and pressed a slight kiss on your knuckles, winking before he released it. You giggled at his antics and Nat nudged you, drawing your attention over to the bar where Bucky was watching your interactions intently. You smiled brightly at him and turned back to Natasha, animatedly asking her opinion on attending an event that Stark Industries was hosting.

Your eyes kept darting towards the bar, keeping tabs on where the brooding bartender was. Your eyes flicked over and didn’t see him behind the bar any longer and you deflated slightly, incorrectly assuming that he had left for the night. When you saw his figure approaching your table from the side, your eyes lit up and a smile graced your face.

“Hi,” he said with a smile matching your own, “I’m Bucky.” He extended his flesh hand while his eyes danced over your face.

“Y/N,” you replied, accepting his hand. Instead of kissing your knuckles like Sam had, Bucky squeezed your fingers lightly and released them, gesturing to the empty seat next to you. You nodded and he slid in next to you, sitting close enough that you could smell the faint woodsy scent of his deodorant and see the dusting of stubble along his jaw and cheeks.

You got lost in conversation with Bucky, not noticing when Sam and Natasha left the two of you sitting at the table alone. The song ended and as a new one started, Bucky stood and offered you his arm. You let him lead you to the dance floor where he wrapped his right arm around your waist and held your hand in his left. The contrast between the warmth of your hand and the cool metal of his prosthetic was comforting in a way you didn’t quite understand.

He pulled you close, pressing you against him. You used the hand that was resting at the back of his neck to pull his head down to you and press your lips to his. He was surprised but recovered quickly, his metal hand sliding up your arm and resting at the base of your throat. You moaned at the sensation when he tightened his fingers slightly. You felt Bucky’s smirk against your lips and pushed him back.

“So where are we heading, Bucky?” you questioned, your voice lower and dripping with sensuality.

You crashed through your apartment door with Bucky’s hands roaming all over you. His lips were sucking bruises on your neck as you threw your keys and clutch to the floor and melted into Bucky’s hard, muscular chest. Your hands found the hem of his shirt and lifted it. He took his hands and lips off of you for a split second to yank his shirt over his head and toss it somewhere.

His lips crashed back into yours and his fingers dipped under the top of your dress. He released your lips and pulled his hands outward, tearing the skin tight material down the seams and dropping it to the floor. You gasped at the show of strength and Bucky chuckled. “I’ll buy you a new one,” he assured you as his metal hand traced down your side and dipped into the crease near your hips. You rolled your hips forward as his fingers brushed your mound through the thin lace of your thong. “Needy, are we?” he asked rhetorically as he pulled the fabric aside and dragged his fingers through your slick.

You moaned at the feeling of the smooth metal dancing between your folds. “Bucky, please,” you begged. His fingers stopped at your entrance and his flesh fingers wrapped themselves in your hair.

“Please what?” You whimpered when he pulled your head back by your locks, exposing your neck. When you didn’t answer, he tugged harder and repeated himself. “Please what, doll? I won’t repeat myself again.”

“Please. I want to cum on your fingers,” you panted as your hands gripped his arms for stability.

“Why didn’t you say so?” he responded, plunging two metal fingers into your dripping core. His digits pumped in and out slowly, pressing along your inner walls before locating the spot that made you clench. He smirked slyly as he stroked your sweet spot and tugged your hair. You cried out as your walls started fluttering around his fingers. Bucky helped you ride out your climax and pulled out his digits.

Your open mouth was gasping for air when Bucky’s fingers slid past your lips. “Clean them up, doll. I’m gonna need those later,” he commanded.

You did as you were told, wrapping your lips around metal that was now warm. You tasted yourself on them and a fresh arousal flooded your core. Your hands trailed down Bucky’s chest, past the dog tags hanging around his neck, and down his tight abs to start unbuckling his belt.

“Such an eager girl,” he commented as he pulled his fingers out of your mouth. His hands went to your hips where they gripped the thin lace and ripped them off. The tattered fabric fell to the floor where it landed amongst the remains of your dress. His grip on your hair loosened and you took the opportunity to push him backwards towards the couch where he landed with a sly grin. “A woman on a mission, it seems,” he said as you stalked towards him.

“You’re my mission,” you replied as you straddled him, feeling his hard cock straining against the fabric of his jeans. You unbuttoned them and started pulling them down with his boxer briefs. He lifted his hips and helped you to kick them off.

You righted yourself and settled on his lap, using one hand to stroke his impressive length as he groaned before lining it up at your entrance. You sank down slowly, allowing yourself to stretch to accommodate his thick cock. His hands rested on your hips and his head leaned back to rest on the couch, his mouth open and his eyes closed as he lost himself in the pleasure.

Your hips met his and you felt Bucky’s grip on your hips tighten as you slowly started riding his cock, alternating between grinding and gliding up and down his shaft, moaning softly. You adjusted your angle so that his tip dragged across that sweet spot he’d found with every thrust.

Bucky lifted his head and watched you bounce on his dick while he bit his lip. He felt you were getting close and he moved his metal arm from your hip where his fingertips were digging to your throat, applying gentle pressure and restricting blood flow and breathing. “Little slut likes getting choked, does she?” he snarked between breaths.

You whimpered and braced your hands on his shoulders while you started riding him in earnest, chasing the release that was just ahead. Bucky’s flesh hand moved to your clit and rubbed circles at the same pace you rode him. “Come on, little whore. Cum on this dick,” he growled.

You felt your walls clench as you climaxed and Bucky released the pressure on your throat, turning the intensity of your orgasm up and making your whole body tremble. Bucky’s hands returned their grip to your hips and held you still while he fucked up into you. The aftershocks had you trying to pull away but the bruising strength of Bucky’s hands held you in place as he chased after his own release.

You felt his cock start throbbing and he pulled out, spilling his seed all over his stomach. You sat back on his thighs and rested your forehead on his, both panting and riding the waves of bliss. Bucky’s soft hand cupped your cheek and lifted your eyes to his before he leaned forward and placed a sweet kiss to your lips. “Don’t go,” you whispered against his lips.

“I wouldn’t dream of it. How about a shower, doll?” he muttered in response.

You nodded in response and moved to stand when his arms swept you over his shoulder and he headed down the hallway with you giggling behind him. He set you on your feet on the cold tile of the bathroom floor in front of the shower. You reached in and started the spray, turning to face him once you were satisfied with the temperature.

You found that Bucky was gazing at you softly, a smile etched on his beautiful features, his sky blue eyes tracing every line of your face. Reaching out your hand, you pulled him into the warm water, steam billowing around the two of you. He took you in his arms and pulled you close, pressing a tender kiss to the top of your head.

When the water started to cool, you quickly washed off and turned off the spray. You handed Bucky a towel and wrapped one around yourself. Bucky scooped you up in his arms bridal style and carried you back to your bed, turning the covers down and slipping in behind you. “What do you like for breakfast, doll?” he asked as he wrapped his arms around your waist and nuzzled into your neck.

“Anything,” you responded, already drifting off to sleep to the sound of his steady heartbeat.

You woke the next morning to the smell of something burning and a male voice swearing in several languages - or you assumed it was swearing based on the English that you made out. You slipped out of bed, noticing a delicious ache between your thighs, and threw on the first tee you grabbed out of your closet before padding to the kitchen.

You were greeted by the sight of Bucky in boxers standing over the stove attempting to make pancakes but they were burning on the burner that he was using. It didn’t really regulate heat well. You also noticed a pan with bacon on another burner just sitting. The burner wasn’t on - it didn’t really work anyway. You giggled when another pancake burned after Bucky had adjusted the fire. He turned at the sound and gave you an apologetic smile.

“How do you feel about going out for breakfast, doll?”

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Friday Feature: October 15, 2021

Welcome to the Friday Feature, where every Friday I feature a different Fanfic Writer’s blog. This week’s Feature Blog is:

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About the Author:

Hi! I'm Vee, 20 (she/her) and a med student! I'm comparatively new to the spn fandom (started watching last August).I write reader insert fics for SPN, Marvel, Chronicles of Narnia and Harry Potter. My current hyperfixations are Bucky and Dean haha

Other info: I have @buckybingo!

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Innuendos

Summary: You can’t help but spout sexual innuendos at random times, the third time you do it accidentally, it riles Dean up to the breaking point