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Forged in Love

Hephaestus x Aphrodite!reader

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Part 8

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     The time had arrived to meet Hephaestus and you were nervous yet excited on what to expect.  You hoped the same spark from your first meeting would be there, as your conversation came so naturally.  However, at the party there was no pressure, here there was.  You tried to put that part out of your mind, trying to focus on the fact that this was just another chance to get to know him better.  You arrived at the base of his home, which rested on top of a hill.  The staircase was elaborate, mechanical railings and stairs leading up the steep hill.  However, the stairs never felt like climbing, due to the nature of the forgery.  You couldn’t help but smile at the beautiful craftsmanship.  You were looking forward to seeing more of his work.   

     Once at the top, there was a gate just as elaborate as the stairs.  To the side, what mimicked a security guard booth, the window opened.  Inside was a cyclops.  You knew they worked in a volcano, but you had never seen one up close.  They were kept away from the other gods for many reasons, mainly for aesthetic and seeming lesser than.

“Hello”  You said sweetly.  Your charm is always present.

“What is your business?”  It responded in a nail-on-chalkboard voice.  You didn’t show you cringed.

“I am here to see Hephaestus.”  You responded with a smile.  

“No one visits him.”  It growled.  For a moment you wondered if you had the right time.

“My name is Aphrodite, I believe he is expecting me.”  Your charm must have an effect as the creature appeared to soften, if that was possible.

“Highly unusual.”  You thought you heard him say.

“I am happy to wait, if you want to make sure.”  You tried to charm speak to see if he would open the gate.  He closed the window and after a few moments he opened the gate, appearing on the other side.

“Thank you, what is your name?”  You asked, walking through the gate.  You weren’t sure they had names but they made you curious as you had never met one before.

“Arges.  Follow me.”  You didn’t know if he was always this gruff, or if he was softening to you.  You pretended he liked you.  You followed him up a ways, entering big ornate metal doors.  Inside wasn’t very elaborate, but still impressive.  Clearly Hephaestus didn’t spend too much time in this part of the house as there was hardly anything worth mentioning.  Immediately what came to mind was how to make it beautiful, but you focused on the walk, and tried to put it from your mind. Occupational hazard.

“Master is in the forgery.”  Arges said, leading you down what seemed like another endless staircase.  It had the feel of a dark, dank tower.  It got immediately warmer, and you were soon hot.  You tried to ignore it, recalling the forgery was in the heart of a volcano.  Eventually you reached the bottom, and another door.  

“Wait here.”  He said, going through the door.  A few moments later Arges reappeared.  “Follow me.”  Not one for conversation you noted.  But somehow he didn’t repel you like the gods said, in fact you found it endearing.

     You walked through a few different craft rooms until you got to what felt like the hottest part.  There was what seemed like a huge oven, and you saw the back of the shirtless god.  Your breath hitched but you caught yourself. Even though his back was scarred, and you could see his chiseled physique, you could tell not every bone had healed right. You couldn’t help but recall the stories of his childhood, yet he was more beautiful than you remembered and you were surprised how lovely he was, for not being a god of anything remotely beautiful and remembering his sad story; at least what you knew of it which was mostly gossip.  He kept working in the loud, hissing room, and you decided to make yourself known.

“Hello Hephaestus.” You thought that was a safe start.  He stopped, grabbed a rag to wipe his hands, and turned around.  His dark, piercing eyes bore into you and his dark hair tried to cover them, but luckily was not successful.

“Hello Aphrodite.” He continued to wipe his hands and stare.  You didn’t let yourself break eye contact, and maintained your composure.  After a moment, “You’ll have to excuse me, my work is never done.”  You smiled.

“I understand, you must be very busy, so I am even more thankful that you would allow me to take some of your time today.”  You were thankful for your gift of charm, as you wanted to make a good impression.

“Yes I am.”  Was all he said, walking toward you.

“I am impressed by the size of your forgery.”  You tried to make conversation.  He smirked.

“This is only my tinkering room, I have much bigger rooms for different needs.” 

“Are they all this hot?”  You tried to tease, hoping you weren’t sweating.

“Probably hotter, we are not in the heart of the volcano, far from actually.  But we can leave as I am sure you are not accustomed to such weather.”  He made to a different door, there seemed to be many doors in many rooms, and you were sure you were lost.

“No I am not, but I am fascinated so maybe I could have a tour, after a cold drink.”  You smiled.  You swore you saw the corner of his mouth turn.  You knew that you would keep trying to make him smile.

“This way,” he said, opening a door for you to enter.  As you passed, you noticed he smelled of smoke and mint.  An interesting combination but one you knew you immediately liked. You might be in over your head already.

      He had led you to a balcony, where a different cyclops had set down ice cold drinks.

“I figured this would be best.”  He said, handing you a glass.  You gratefully took it.

“Thank you, how thoughtful.”  You took a sip.  “Do you get so hot, or are you accustomed to the volcano?”

“I suppose I am used to it now, I hardly notice as I am so focused on my work.”  He put a shirt on, and you couldn’t help but be disappointed.  Interesting.

“I suppose that makes sense, since you have been working there for ages.”  And you meant ages, close to eons.  “Do you enjoy it?”  You ventured, knowing he was put there more for the sake of appearances rather than by choice.

“I enjoy my work.”  He took a sip from his glass.

“You keep interesting company.” You mused.

“You mean the cyclops?”  

“I have never met them before today.”

“And what do you think?”  He stared at you, clearly interested in your answer.

“Honestly, they are not at all as the gossip portrays them.  But I suppose that just shows how unreliable gossip is.  I enjoyed Arges.  He is gruff, but I kind of enjoyed the candor and unassuming way.”

“I enjoy not having to put on airs or feeling the need to fill silence.”  He responded honestly.  “I am glad you feel that way, most on Olympus would not.” he seemed pleased by your answer.  You were glad to be learning how to read his subtle allowances of emotion.

“Unfortunately that is true.”  You turned to look out from the balcony for the first time, unaware of him staring.  He made to stand closer, still respecting personal space as you walked to the edge of the rail.

“Did you design the entire house?”  You asked.

“I did.”

“It is all so lovely, it somehow feels just like you.”  You mused.

“And you can tell it is me, how?”  He seemed amused.

“Oh, well, I don’t know how to explain it but it seems unassuming, complicated, but not at all fake.  Sturdy, without being over the top, reliable, but with character.”

“You seem to have put a lot of thought into that.”  You turned to look at him.

“I suppose, but anything with beauty or charm, I have to think about, so I suppose I did put thought into your home.”  You tried to save yourself, as it could be taken in a way  that made you seem to have thought about him more than you should let on.  You tried to change the subject.

“It seems we must always meet on a balcony.”  He turned to look out.

“I figured it was a good place, the first meeting went well in that setting.”  You smiled, happy to know he thought fondly of your first encounter.

“Speaking of, I am thankful you agreed to meet today.”  You figured it was a good time to clear the air.  It would have to be talked about sooner or later.

“I was surprised when Hera brought it to my attention.”  You noticed he didn’t refer to her as his mother but decided to not comment on it.

“They want me to marry someone, and soon.  I have only recently been told myself.”  You figured being honest was the best course of action.

“I heard you and Ares were together, or would be soon.”

“Don’t believe everything you hear.”  You referenced his words from that first night.

“I suppose you are right.”

“I thought I would be forced to marry Ares.  I didn’t even know you were on your mother’s list of eligibility.”  He bristled at the mention of mother.

“I am not.  But she told me of your predicament.”  He stopped.

“And having been told of it?”  You softly pressed.

“I don’t know, I just figured getting to know each other wouldn’t be the worst thing.”  He half smiled at you.  This caused you to laugh a little.

“I am glad I am not completely repulsive to you.”

“Not at all.”

“I have to say that is a little surprising, Hephaestus.  After all, you hardly entertain anyone, much less those you don’t know well.”

“I enjoy being on my own.”  The way he said it didn’t have you fully convinced.

“Do you enjoy being on your own, or enjoy not having others overwhelm you?  There is a difference.”

“Clever girl.”  He looked at you again.  “I enjoy others not looking at me and how unappealing I am.”  You could tell he believed that and it hurt you.

“You are not unappealing.  I think you give yourself too much credit for that.”  You let out a quick breath, and turned away.  “Remember I am the goddess of beauty and I also saw you shirtless.”  You flirted a little.

“That was a little trick.  I wanted to see your reaction.”  

“You are playing games with me?”  You were surprised and amused.

“If we are to know each other better, it is best to know if you can stand my presence.”  He stated.

“And did I pass your little test?”  You asked, taking a step closer.

“You were kind enough to not be completely repulsed, at least to my face.”  He smirked.

“I think you are going to have to learn to read me better.”  You mused.  “For I was not repulsed, the opposite in fact.  I admired your fit physique, and noticed no blemishes.”

“Then you lie, you have seen my arm, and now my back.”

“Your arm is missing, yes.  But does that mean it is a blemish?  You have faint scars, but does that mean they are repulsive?  Does one mean the other?”  His face darkened.

“Yes.”  You took slow steps until you reached him, feeling like you would scare him away with quick actions.  You reached out to touch his covered arm.

“Your wonderful craftsmanship has made your arm better, more functional than a real arm.  That is truly a gift to accomplish such a feat.  As for your scars, they are not repulsive, they are unique to you, they make you who you are.  And I am enjoying getting to know the man you are.”  You told him sincerely, hoping he would somehow believe that.  He just kept looking into your eyes with a gaze so intense, you thought he could see to your metaphorical soul, if you had one.

“You really aren’t lying, are you?”  He asked after a pause.  You still hadn’t let go of your touch.

“No.  And I will promise to be honest with you.  I feel that I can be.  You have given me no reason to think I can’t be myself.”

“I want you to be yourself, I want to get to know the goddess of beauty, beyond the front she puts on.”  You could tell he meant that as well.

“I guess we both hide, just in different ways.”

“I guess so.”

“Can we agree to try not to hide from each other?”  You asked him, knowing he could hear the insecurity in your voice.  However, for the first time in a long time, you didn’t care that someone saw your vulnerability.  You felt safe.

“I will try.”  He responded honestly.  He then grabbed your other arm.  “But you might have to help me with that.”  If you didn’t know better, you would have assumed Zeus was here, with the electricity you felt in his touch.

“Then I suppose you will have to see more of me.”

“I would be okay with that.”  And you both had genuine smiles.

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Competition for a heart

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Chapter 6

AN: This chapter contains mentions of illness, death, and imprisonment.

Once again, you lost track of time as you had no way of knowing how much time passed as you recounted your story.  Midway through your recount, you snuck a glance at John and wished you hadn’t.  His face was impassive however you could feel the betrayal and disappointment coming off of him in waves.

You finished your tale and stood up, focusing on Winston.

“You claim you acted in self-defence?”

“Yes.”  You kept your answer as short as possible despite wanting to say so much more.  You had the feeling that you were being assessed again.  Except this time, the result of your assessment would determine whether you lived or died.

“Then why did you not leave when your opponent was incapacitated?”

“Why didn’t you leave?  The man had tried to kill you on the Continental grounds and the second he exhibited signs of genuine distress; you chose to stay.  Why?” A voice in your head whispered.

You squared your shoulders, “When he hit the floor and began to convulse, I knew he wasn’t acting.  There’s something wrong.”

Winston’s gaze darted to Charon for a millisecond but it was enough for you to catch it.

“You know what it is that’s making him sick.”

Winston ignored you and raised his hand, beckoning with three of his fingers.  Four people appeared from nowhere and two of them grabbed your arms.

“You will now be escorted to a cell while the Cleaners conduct a thorough investigation of what happened here.”

You hadn’t expected anything less but your heart dropped into your stomach all the same.  It didn’t help that John’s face was still emotionless.

“Will you attempt to run?”

“No.”  You replied resolutely, “I will not run.”

A faint glimmer of approval appeared in Winston’s eyes.  He jerked his head and you were marched out of the hallway.  To your surprise, instead of a cell with bars, you were escorted back to your room and the door was locked from the outside.

“I didn’t even ask what his name was,” the words rushed out of you in a breathy whisper and you felt ashamed of yourself.

“Alex Lewis.”

You spun around in surprise once you registered that it was John who had spoken through the door to you.

“Is he…”

“That’s up to the Cleaners.”  John’s tone was rough.

You swallowed as the enormity of John’s words hit you and before you could say anything more, you heard John's footsteps grow softer as he walked away from you.  Ignoring the fact that you would be wrinkling the lovely, loaned clothing that you were wearing, you made your way over to the bed and curled up under the sheets after kicking off your shoes.

Sometime during the night, the door to your room creaked open and artificial light streamed into the room, jolting you back into awareness immediately.

“Easy doll, it’s just me.” A familiar, Brooklyn-accented voice hushed you.

“Bucky?!”  Your voice was barely more than a groggy whisper.

“Should have known he’d bring you here and I should have known that trouble would find you.”

Sleepily, you pulled the covers back but Bucky ignored the offer.  Instead, he perched himself on top of the covers and lay down next to you.

“Sleep.”  He urged gently, “You can tell me what happened in the morning.  I’m not going anywhere.”

Your eyelids fluttered closed and the last thing that you remembered before you fell into slumber was that Bucky was humming a soft melody that reminded you of your home and childhood.

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my love if i may request a whiskey with dbf!joel or dbf!bucky with the prompt “i’ve wanted this for so long” and mayhaps if it’s not too much to ask for but some breeding kink👀👉🏻👈🏻

Promises, Promises.

warnings - smut. cursing.

I figured I'd make this dbf!bucky, because i've done a dbf!joel fic for this celebration already. y'all, I read the words dad's best friend and go fucking feral. this one got away from me.

3k celebration post here. 3k masterlist here.

You're the last person Bucky expected to be at his front door at 3am.

"What's wrong, honey?"

"Locked myself out of my goddamn house, and my parents are still on vacation. Can I crash here tonight? Please?"

Who is he to turn down an offer that tempting?

"Course. Come on, it's too cold for you to be stood out here."

The two of you sit down on his couch, settling in to watch some TV.

"Bucky Barnes. Are you watching a romcom?"

He blushes, a slight flush creeping up his cheeks.

"If you tell anyone, I'll kill you. They're my guilty pleasure."

"It makes me like you more, if anything," you grin. He can't help but smile back at you, less embarrassed now.

"Look, my love life is fuckin' terrible. I live vicariously through these cheesy films right now."

"You? Terrible love life? Those two phrases don't usually go in the same sentence."

You're teasing him. Seeing if you can get a rise, hit the right button.

"Oh, shut it. Just because you're on a new date every week."

"I'm... what?"

"Your Dad seems to think you're dating a lot."

You quirk a brow at him, amusement curling at the corners of your lips.

"Is that so?"

"I'm only telling you what I've heard, honey."

He crosses his arms across his chest, biceps threatening to break free from the confines of his t shirt.

"He's wrong."

"Is that so?"

You roll your eyes.

"I have a friend, he's a guy. My Dad automatically assumes we're dating because we hang out. But we're not."

"And why not?"

"I don't know, I guess he's just..." you debate your answer, realising it's now or never. "He's not old enough for me. Not mature enough."

Bucky bites his lip, eyes scanning your face.

"He's your age."

"Exactly. Boys my age don't know shit."

He laughs, but it's dark and low, something brewing beneath the surface.

"You always were too smart for your own good, huh?"

Bucky's thigh is pressing into yours, the warmth from his skin seeping through. His rough fingertips glide across your arm, slow and soft. He's testing the waters.

"I shouldn't want this," he murmurs, barely audible. "Neither should you."

"But I do," you whisper. "So fucking bad."

"Me too."

Bucky grabs the back of your neck, smashing his lips to yours. You grip at his hair, his biceps, his shirt - anything you can get a hold of. You feel like you're dreaming, your filthiest thoughts coming into fruition.

He pulls you into his lap so you're straddling his hips, grinding down and panting into his mouth. You're both breathless, but neither of you want to be the first to pull away.

Bucky rips your shirt over your head, instantly attacking your chest with kisses. He's marking you up, claiming you as his. You should be worried about the repercussions, but you're not.

You pull his shirt off and rake your nails down his front, grinning when he shivers. Suddenly, Bucky stands up, setting you on your feet.

"Strip."

You blink at him, processing.

"Strip, baby. I won't tell you again."

You shimmy your pants down your legs, your underwear going too. Your mouth waters as you watch him undress, admiring the angles and smooth ridges of him. A Greek God.

Bucky stalks over to you and hooks a foot behind your ankle, sending you both flying onto the rug on the floor. He cushions your fall, not letting go of you once. Running two fingers through your wet heat, he groans.

"All for me, pretty girl? What did I do to deserve somethin' this sweet, huh?"

"Need you," you whine. "Please, Buck."

"I've wanted this for so long," he murmurs, lining himself up. "Fuck, you're a dream."

You both gasp as he slides home, your back arching and his jaw falling slack. Bucky rests a hand against the base of your throat, the weight grounding you back down to Earth.

"Need you to move," you choke out. "Fuck, I need it, Buck. Please."

"Oh you need it, do you?" he smirks. "My needy girl."

He snaps his hips into yours in long, careful glides, very aware of the effect he has on you. Before long, his restraint snaps, and his thrusts get harder, quicker, more frantic.

"Gonna fill you up, baby," he's muttering under his breath. "Make you mine. You want that? To have everyone know who you belong to?"

You're nodding rapidly, tears gathering in your eyes, bottom lip caught between your teeth.

"How are we gonna keep this a secret if you're pregnant, huh?"

The thought makes you moan, a breathy, gutteral sound.

"You like that? Want me to make you a mommy? Fuck, I'll give you everything you ask for. I'll buy you a house and knock you up, you'll never want for anything."

His low, honeyed words throw you over the edge, squeezing and clenching around him. Bucky groans, deep and rumbled, the sound vibrating through the both of you. You find your releases together, panting and out of breath.

"House first."

"Huh?" he breathes, raising his head from your chest.

"Buy me a house first. Kids second. Maybe marriage in between."

He laughs, floating and content. You both know he meant what he said, not just a heat of the moment confession.

You stay wrapped up in each other for hours, on the rug in front of the fire.

You'll deal with the repercussions later.

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[writingpastmybedtime]

Mine

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x f!Reader

Summary: Bucky and Reader have to pretend to be husband and wife on a mission, even though they do not get along at all. Your classic enemies-to-lovers trope.

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: none, although Bucky is hot as always.

A/N: Let me know, if you want a pt 2 to this ;)

You should have known better, really. Wearing a short black, curve-hugging, dress wasn’t going to go unnoticed by the Super Soldier whose gaze you wished to avoid.

Bucky and you had been tedious to each other for most of the time spent at the compound. It was common knowledge for the team that you two weren’t supposed to be on the same mission together. Unless they wished to witness your back-to-back nagging. Which, they did not.

That changed, however, when Natasha fell sick and you had to replace her on a mission pretending to be the wife of a Russian mobster, Ivan Sarkovich aka James Buchanan Barnes undercover. 

Needless to say, you did not go on this mission without letting out a fight. Tony shut you up quite quickly, reminding you of the innocent lives that would be harmed if you did not fall through with this mission. There was no one else to take Natasha’s place, but you. You sighed, before begrudgingly agreeing.  

So here you were, at a lavish Balkan hotel somewhere in Eastern Europe with the most exhausting and tiresome being to ever exist - Bucky Barnes. The bane of your existence. The man, with the most gorgeous blue eyes, the body of a Greek God on steroids, and hands you wish would do the dirtiest things to you. 

No one knew you had these kinds of thoughts and feelings towards the ex-Winter Soldier, however, it wasn't hard to hide them whenever he acted like a total ass towards you. You had put up a façade to everyone, not letting out your true feelings. Not when he couldn’t even be in the same room as you without snickering a rude remark.

Had he ever not acted indifferent towards you, perhaps you would not be in this predicament you were in right now.

Fortunately enough, Bucky had already gone downstairs to play poker with the people who you were investigating. 

Ruslan Nikolaevich was a Russian man, behind a drug cartel that had been shipping new kinds of supplements in New York, mainly appealing to teens and young adults. They sold it under the premise of protein, however, it was nothing similar of the sort, except for the look of it. 

You and Bucky had to gain information about the next possible drop-off - the location, the recipient, and the lot. You were supposed to join your dear husband downstairs in five minutes, playing the ever-clingy happy, and satisfied wife.

Smoothing down your dress and taking a last-minute look in the mirror, you deemed yourself good to go. Perhaps your dress was a bit much, but without a second thought, you left the safety of your hotel room. 

Walking towards the men sitting at the poker table, you held your chin high and only looked at Bucky. He was wearing an all-black suit, the one that you thought fit him the best. The one that you wished he would wear when he’d do the most dirty things to you. 

Bucky looked up from the table, as if hearing your thoughts, and his eyes fell on yours. A smirk graced his lips as you neared and he patted his lap, an indication for you to take a seat. 

It was totally normal and mostly expected of the Russian mobsters to have their wives and eye candies sitting on their lap - a way to show off. So, as expected of you, you took a seat. Right on Bucky’s deliciously firm thighs. 

“I thought you wouldn’t come, with how long you took,” Bucky nuzzled into your neck, making a shiver go down your spine. You smirked, placing a seductive hand on his jaw, playing with the slight stubble there. 

“What kind of a wife would I be, if I did not show up to support my perfect husband?” You raised an eyebrow and Bucky chuckled darkly, before placing his lips on your temple and focusing his gaze back on the game. 

“I wish my Maria would still look at me the same way your девушка looks at you,” a man with a thick Russian accent said, looking over at you with a longing gaze that made Bucky place his vibranium arm over your waist as if to pull you closer to him and protect against the Russians that eyed you in a way that made his blood boil. 

Bucky chuckled, to not let on, that he was disturbed by Maksim’s looks. 

“If you’re willing, you could also share your сладостью with the others,” Maksim was eyeing you up and down, and you were now second-guessing your dress choice.

“Gentlemen,” Bucky chuckled darkly, before throwing his cards on the table. “I’m afraid this sweet thing is not for share, for I have intended her all for myself tonight.” 

The men at the table groaned but still looked at you with lust-filled eyes, a certain jealousy towards Bucky Barnes, no, Ivan Sarkovich. 

“I think it’s time we took our leave, my девушка seems to be getting tired of our manly chit-chat and boyish games.” With a nudge to your waist, you feigned a believable yawn and clung to Bucky, playing the ever-attaching wife. Bucky wished good night to the gentlemen at the table, before guiding you towards an elevator.

When the elevator doors closed and you could finally take a breath, letting go of the fake act, Bucky stepped in front of you with a hard look. 

“Are you out of your mind to wear a dress like this in front of them?” 

You looked down at your dress, picking invisible lint off of it. 

“Do you have any idea, what kind of a position you put me in? The things they whispered,” he took a deep breath, closing his eyes, as if to calm himself. You did not understand the Russian language the way he did. Which also meant that you had no idea what kind of vulgar things they had said about you. 

You saw his hands shake on the railing on the wall, that he’d gripped, his knuckles turning white on his right hand with how hard he was gripping it. 

“Fuck, doll-” he looked at you then, his baby blue eyes a shade darker, before he suddenly gripped your jaw and made you look up at him. “You only belong to-” He was cut off by the elevator doors opening and he nonchalantly let go of you, walking off to your shared hotel suit.

You followed him, still ashamed and, confusingly enough, a little bit turned on by his demeanor. He’d never acted this way before. And what was he almost about to say?

As you shut the door of the suit, you immediately felt his breath on your neck. A gentle, but rough hand moved strands of your hair off your shoulder, before chuckling deeply. 

Bucky placed his forehead in the crook of your neck, before letting out a deep breath. His hands then found their way to your waist, pulling you closer to himself. 

“Y/N, do you have any idea, what you do to me?” You felt his lips move on your skin, which made you shudder and the most obscene thoughts filled your head. He whispered your name again.

“If I had known any better, I’d think you got jealous when poor old Maksim made that suggestive comment,” you finally whispered, your forehead resting on the door. Bucky pressed himself closer to you, leaving you sandwiched between him and the brown wooden suite.

“Only I can make comments like that about you. No one else.” He kissed the side of your neck, your head automatically falling on his shoulder. It was as if you had no control over your body; you only moved on his accord.

“You’re mine.”

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[writing-for-marvel]

Day 16: Massage

Mob!Bucky's Kinktober Honeymoon

Mob!Bucky Barnes × Wife!Reader

Summary: A relaxing day on Bucky’s private yacht turns into a sensual massage.

Warnings: strictly 18+, smut, sex on a yacht, oral (male receiving)

Word count: 1.6k

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“Buck, baby, can you please rub sunscreen on my back?”

You feel Bucky’s private yacht fluctuate as the swell of the water flows beneath the hull. It’s easy to see, as Bucky hops out of the glass-bottom pool, that he’s found his sea legs, walking over to you with that sexy strut as if he were on steady land. Something you haven’t quite mastered yet.

His eyes are hidden by his custom Gucci sunglasses, but you’re absolutely positive that his gaze is roaming over your body in the designer swimsuit he picked out as you lay sunbaking on a sun lounger by the pool.

His toned, tanned body looks like that of a Greek God, firm enough to have been carved from stone, and now droplets of water running in rivers through the canals between his abs which makes you drool. There are some days where you don’t quite understand how you managed to convince a man with a body like that to marry you.

You squeeze the tube of sunscreen lightly, so that a couple of drops land in the centre of your chest, flowing down between your breasts. A cheeky smirk curves at your lips as you rub in the lotion over your entire chest, all the while maintaining eye contact with your husband.

He tugs the sunglasses down his nose, peering over the top of them as you spread the cream over the top of your breasts. Those spellbinding eyes are the colour of the vast ocean beneath you, a deep lust swirls in his pupils and he bites the inside of his cheek, a telling sign his mind is billowing with lascivious thoughts.

This is his ‘two can play at this game’ face. Just what you were hoping for.

Once your skin has absorbed all the sunscreen, you pass Bucky the tube, adjust the sun lounger so it’s lying flat and flip yourself over so you’re laying face down, ass up. Bucky’s fingers graze your skin as he slowly unties the knot of your bikini top. Though there is not a cloud in the sky and the sun shines warm and bright, a shiver flurries down your spine.

As Bucky begins to rub the sunscreen onto your back, you feel the tension in your muscles melt away under his skilled touch. His hands expertly work out all the knots and kinks in your back, those that remain from the stress of planning a wedding to the King of New York's underworld, moving in slow, relaxing circles that make you want to moan.

Bucky's hands roam every inch of bare skin he can find, tracing the curve of your hips, kneading your uptight shoulders and stroking the tension from the back of your neck. The pressure of his touch is so soothing that you almost forget where you are until you feel the sweltering rays of the sun on your skin.

But then something changes.

As Bucky continues to massage the lotion into the expanse of your back, his fingers continually drift lower until they're brushing against the top of your swimsuit bottoms. At first you consider it accidental, but this is Bucky Barnes you're talking about, he knows exactly what he's doing with those adept, calloused hands. No touch is incidental with him.

You feel Bucky's hands slip under the fabric, his fingers now exploring the curve of your ass. Biting the inside of your cheek, you try not to let out a wanton moan as he nudges your thighs apart and fingers begin moving in patterns over your clothed pussy.

His touch is gentle at first, playful even, but then he finds the sweet spot that sends an electric current racing through all your nerves. You let out a whimper, unable to hold back any longer, and that's when he firmly grabs your hips and flips you over onto your back.

“You like these hands, don’t you baby? I can practically smell how wet you are.”

You stare pleadingly into Bucky's eyes, silently begging for him to continue touching you, to satisfy you in the way only he knows how.

You're addicted to your husband, to how he touches you, the tenderness in his contact even as he is about to ravage you, to how his eyes brim with a devotion you have never known another man to have for his partner, to how he makes you feel so loved and as if you are the beginning and end of his entire existence within the span of a single breath.

With the assistance of you lifting your hips, Bucky slides the swimsuit off your body, maintaining piercing eye contact with you the entire time. He flings them somewhere close to the pool.

His gaze carries an intensity you’re familiar with by now, and you can feel the throbbing pulse within your clit in response to it.

“How about a simultaneous massage?” Bucky’s roguish voice breaks through the calming sound of the water splashing against the side of the boat.

Your husband steps out of his swimming shorts to reveal just how worked up he became while massaging your body. His dick stands tall and ready for you, and a characteristic charming smirk curves on his menacingly beautiful face as he saddles up beside you, hand reaching to find the wetness pooling between your legs. Two fingers trail gentle paths through your folds, gathering arousal, as you curl your fingers around the base of Bucky’s length, twisting your wrist as you begin jacking him off.

He swears with a sharp exhale, twinkling blue eyes looking deep into yours as you pump your hand with the rhythm you’ve learnt he enjoys. But Bucky knows your body like the back of his hand, he doesn’t need to look between your thighs for the pads of his fingers to locate your clit and continually toy with it. No matter how many times he touches you, it never feels any less magical, the way pleasure surges in the pit of your stomach, ballooning to the point where you’re anticipating the moment it will pop and fill your entire soul with sparking satisfaction.

“Mmmm Buck, that feels so good. I love your fingers.”

As you begin rolling your hips to meet the dexterous movements of his fingers, you sit up further in the lounger so you have the leverage in your body to lean over towards Bucky and swirl your tongue around his bulbous tip leaking precum.

When you take him in your mouth, a strained gasp falls from his lips, the sound sending tingles straight to your core. He’s thick, long and heavy - the first time you ever attempted to suck him off had been a challenge to fit even half of him down your throat, but now, after a lot of practice, it’s like second nature.

“Look at you, baby, doing so well for me.” Bucky concurrently affectionately swipes his thumb over your cheek as you gag on his cock with one hand and continues to stimulate the sensitive bundle of nerves between your thighs with the other. He’s simultaneously the sweetest, most devoted life partner, and the filthiest, prurient personification of sex on legs you’ve ever laid eyes on.

How did you get so lucky?

You moan around his cock as Bucky finds the perfect tempo, pattern and pressure on your clit which has stars exploding behind your eyelids.

“Fuck darling, your mouth feels like heaven.” Bucky begins rutting his hips into your mouth as if he can’t help but want to feel even more of you.

Ecstasy blooms in the pit of your stomach that only Bucky has ever been able to give rise to - he can make you feel unimaginable pleasure with just the sound of his voice and the pads of his fingers that no one else has ever been able to show you.

You choke on Bucky’s length as your orgasm washes through you like a warm wave, your back arching off the sun lounger and eyes fluttering shut with the ferocity of your climax.

Bucky’s hands coax you through your high, and you attempt to continue to stimulate him while your body seizes. Once the world around you comes back into focus, your senses seemingly heightened, your attention hones in on Bucky’s pleasure.

You swallow as much of his shaft as you can whilst reaching up to cup and fondle his balls in that rolling motion you know absolutely does him in. Tears spill from the corners of your eyes and saliva messily coats Bucky’s length as you gag on his whole dick, challenging yourself to take as much of it as you can.

The guttural groan which comes from his lips only encourages you to work him over quicker, and all it takes is for to look up at him through your lashes, meeting his vulnerable gaze, for you to feel his balls tighten under you touch, his cock to twitch and his warm spend shoot down the back of your throat.

You don’t stop bobbing your head along his shaft until his entire release coats your tongue. When you pull back, you make a show of displaying this to him before swallowing all of it in one gulp.

“My perfectly filthy wife.” Bucky beams even though you look completely dishevelled, before cupping your face in his hands and capturing your lips in a devoted kiss.

You scoot over on the sun lounger to create space for your beefy husband to slide in beside you. His embrace is almost as warm as the bright sunshine coating you both as the sway of the yacht lulls you both to sleep.

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2.2 Major*

Summary: Lily McIntire, trainer for new SHIELD recruits at the Avengers Tower, has been in love with her best friend, Bucky Barnes, from the moment she met him. She's been content with her role of the #1 girl in Bucky's life, even if it means she has to sabotage a romantic relationship or two. It'll be worth it when he realizes that they're meant for each other, right? There's just one small problem: Lily McIntire never expected Bucky Barnes to fall for You.

Warnings: (For this part only; see Story Masterlist for general Warnings) Language, Explicit sexual content Minors: GTFO; I don’t serve your kind here (oral (f-receiving), fingering, edging, squirting)

Word Count: 2.9k

Previously On...: You told Lily off, Bucky offered you a ride home on his bike.

A/N: So, my job decided not to renew my contract for the upcoming year, so I've been pissed off, annoyed and frustrated. Please enjoy this extra part today because I could use the extra love <3. Also, it's smut!

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God, you thought as you held on to Bucky a little tighter than was probably appropriate, he felt fucking amazing. Like a marble statue of a Greek god, come to life. You honestly could not believe how well this evening had ended up going, even after your final discussion with Lily. You’d been worried, after you’d said what you said to her, that Bucky would be upset with you for how you talked to his best friend but you quickly realized that, if he was the kind of guy who agreed with her line of thinking, well, then he wasn’t the kind of guy you would be interested in getting to know better, anyway. Thank goodness that didn’t seem to be the case. 

It was colder than you expected for an early September night as you whipped toward the City, and you found yourself pressing into Bucky’s back. You’d been a little disappointed when you saw he’d had a motorcycle instead of a car– it was impossible to actually hold a conversation with him on a bike– but you were more than happy to snuggle up to him like this, instead, and judging by the way his abdominal muscles contracted when you rested your cheek against his upper back, he seemed to be enjoying it, too.

It was about a forty-five minute drive from the bar where you’d met the Avengers to your condo building, and by the time you reached the city limits, it had begun to drizzle. Once Bucky pulled up to your building, it was raining in full force, and the two of you were soaked.

Once you’d both gotten off the bike and secured the helmets, you made a mad dash to the awning of your building. “I’m so sorry,” you said, laughing at how ridiculous you both must look. “If I had known it was going to open up like this, I would have insisted on taking the train.”

Bucky moved a strand of rain-slicked hair away from your face. “I would still have insisted on driving you,” he said with a smile.

You both stared at each other for a moment, and then spoke at the same time: “Can I walk you up?” Bucky asked at the same time you said “Would you like to come up?” You both chuckled.

“I would feel awful, sending you right back out into the rain,” you said as you let the doorman hold your building’s front door open for you both. “Come inside and warm up a little; dry off.”

Bucky swallowed and nodded, following you into the elevator and you noticed him trying, so hard, not to notice the way your erect nipples strained against the wet fabric of your shirt as it clung to your chest.

When you reached your floor, he trailed behind you, gently holding onto the hem of your jacket as he followed you to your door, as if he were afraid of losing you in the hallway. You tried to mentally run through what your condo had looked like before you’d left for the evening. The cleaners had come today while you were at work, and you were fairly sure you hadn’t left anything embarrassing lying around. 

You unlocked the door and slipped inside, Bucky close behind. Locking the door behind you, you turned to face him, watching as he studied the main living room of your home. “This is nice,” he said, taking everything in. 

“Thanks.” You slipped out of your jacket and hung it up on the hook by the door. “Let me get you a towel,” you offered, moving toward your linen closet. 

No sooner had you opened the closet door than the lights in your apartment went out. “Doll?” you heard Bucky call to you from the living room. “You alright?”

“Yeah,” you called back, grateful that your emergency candles were also located in the linen closet. “I’ll be right there.”

Bucky looked out the floor-to-ceiling windows of your living room. “Looks like a good chunk of the neighborhood’s out, too,” he said. “Glad we got off that elevator when we did, otherwise, we’d be stuck in there instead of here.”

You felt your cheeks flush as you brought out the towels and a handful of candles. The idea of being trapped in an elevator for an undetermined amount of time with a man this beautiful would not necessarily have been a bad thing. “Here,” you said, handing Bucky some of the candles. “Will you help me light these?”

You and Bucky worked companionably for the next few minutes, lighting the candles and setting them around the living room until you’d created a warm, glowing perimeter. It would almost have been romantic, if it had been done on purpose. You handed Bucky a towel. “Here you go,” you said, then reached for your phone. “Do you mind if I put on some music?”

“Not at all,” he said, rubbing the towel over his hair. “Put on that band you like; the one that plays that song we danced to.”

You smiled. “Yeah, okay.” You navigated to your music player and opened up your Bleachers playlist, putting it on shuffle. You turned the volume down low enough so that you could comfortably talk over it while still listening to the music. “Can I get you something to drink?” you asked, trying to be a good hostess in spite of the current circumstances.

“I’m good,” Bucky said, taking the towel from his head. You had to suppress a snicker– his hair was going in every direction.

“What?” he asked, a small frown playing across his lips.

“Nothing,” you said, trying not to giggle. “You just look like an adorable drowned rat. Come here.” You started walking toward Bucky, and he toward you, until you met each other in the middle of your living room floor. “Let me,” you said, taking the towel from him and running it across his hair again. He bent down to allow you easier access to the top of his head, and when you pulled your hands away, he looked up at you through his lashes, stealing your breath with how beautiful he was in the candlelight. 

“Thank you, again,” you swallowed, “for driving me home.” Before he could reply, you stood up on your tiptoes and planted a kiss to the corner of his mouth. The action seemed to catch you both by surprise, because you each froze. There was a sudden shift in the air, a coiled tension; it was like suddenly, you both knew what was about to happen between you. You knew what was going to happen, and that it was inevitable. 

“I… don’t ever do this,” you whispered, lips so close to his face that they were fluttering against his skin. 

“Me, either,” he told you, his voice gone husky. “We don’t have to, if you don’t want to. We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.”

“I want to,” you said softly, your voice barely audible. “Really badly.”

“Me, too. So bad.”

You weren’t sure who reached for who first, but in an instant, his hands were on your waist, yours around his neck as your mouths found one another. He tasted like a hint of bourbon as his tongue made its way into your mouth, and you moaned as he pressed his hips against yours. 

“Major,” he groaned, moving his lips from your mouth, down your neck, and to the covered peaks of your breasts. He sucked at a hardened nipple through the fabric of your drenched shirt and you arched your back, pressing your flesh further into his mouth. “Fuck,” he moaned. 

“Please, Bucky,” you heard yourself whine desperately as he continued to suckle on you through your shirt. “Oh fuck, please.”

He pulled his mouth away from your breast. “‘Please,’ what, pretty girl? You gotta tell me what you want with your words.”

His tone was so seductive, so commanding, that you felt yourself getting wetter by the second. “Please… touch me, Sergeant,” you begged, taking his hand and putting it between your legs. “Everywhere.” You found his mouth with yours once again, and could feel him smirk into your lips as he kissed you.

“When you ask so nicely, doll…” he said, and you felt his hands grasp the hem of your shirt, tugging it up over your torso. You raised your arms above your head to assist him in removing it, and you stood before him, top completely bare.

“Fuck,” he groaned, reaching out a hand to grab and knead at the soft mound of your breast. “You’re fucking gorgeous.”

You took a fistful of his shirt in your hand as you kissed him again, gently guiding you both down to the floor until he had himself propped up on one elbow above you. “Off,” you panted, pawing at his shirt, trying to pull it over his head, but Bucky hesitated. 

“What is it?” you asked gently, when it was obvious he was reluctant. 

Bucky avoided looking you in the eye. “I’ve got… scars,” he said, embarrassment written across his face. “They’re… they’re not pretty.”

You leaned up to kiss him. “Do any of them keep your dick from working?” you asked.

Bucky barked a startled laugh. “...No.”

“Then take your clothes off, Sergeant,” you said, smiling at him. “That’s a direct order.” 

“Ma’am, yes Ma’am.” Grinning, Bucky leaned back on his haunches and tugged his shirt over his head. If you’d had a cock, it would have sprung to attention at the sight of his muscles, the six pack that rippled across his stomach, the Adonis belt that pointed to unseen delights still to be revealed. You barely even noticed the ragged lines of scar tissue along his shoulder.

That was, however, until you caught the reflection of the candlelight in the metal of his left arm. That was unexpected, you thought to yourself, but by no means a dealbreaker. You bit your bottom lip as you studied him. Despite the scars and his obvious prosthesis, you couldn’t help but think he was perfect.

You reached down to the buttons of your jeans and began undoing them, desperate to get them off your body and him into it. 

“Let me help you, doll,” Bucky said. With swiftness but exquisite care, he rolled your pants down. You lifted your hips to assist him and he gently shimmied the wet fabric off of you, until he was pulling one leg off, then the next, leaving you in just a pair of pink lace panties. You squirmed slightly under his appraising gaze before he hooked his index fingers into either side of the waistband of your underwear and began to–agonizingly slowly– pull them down your thighs. 

When he’d moved them all the way down your legs, he fisted the material in his metal hand, bringing it up to his nose and inhaling. “God,” he moaned as he palmed himself through the jeans he was still wearing. “You smell divine, doll.”

His words sent another rush of wetness seeping from you, and you were convinced you were going to leave a puddle on the floor if he didn’t do something to you soon. “Bucky,” you moaned.

Tossing your panties aside, Bucky leaned forward and, placing one hand on each of your knees, slowly spread your legs open until you were fully on display before him. Suddenly self-conscious, you tried to close your legs, but Bucky stopped you with a hungry look. “Please don’t, doll,” he whispered as he looked up at you through his lashes. “You’re so fucking beautiful… I just wanna look at you a minute.”

You closed your eyes and let out a shaky exhale as Bucky positioned himself between your legs, lowering himself down so that he was lying on his stomach, his face mere inches from your center. He ran a hand along the inside of each of your legs, from your knees to your thighs, and you gasped at the difference in temperature and sensation– one soft and warm, the other hard and cold. When he reached the apex, he tucked a thumb on either side of your outer folds and ran them up your slit, opening you to him like a fresh, ripe peach.

“So gorgeous,” he murmured, and you could feel the breath of his words hot against your core. “I need to take a taste, doll,” he whispered, and before you could fully prepare yourself, his mouth was on you. Your hips immediately bucked at the hot contact, his large hands continuing to spread you wide as his tongue explored you.

“Fuck,” you gasped, trying not to vibrate out of your skin with the pleasure of it all. “Fuck, fuck, fuck! Oh my god! Don’t stop.”

Bucky pulled his mouth away from you just enough to murmur “Wouldn’t dream of it, doll,” before diving in again. His mouth was magic as he worked you, from nipping and sucking on your clit, to thrusting his tongue in and out of you, to gently nibbling the sensitive skin of your engorged outer lips. Everything he did was heaven, and you felt your orgasm building with rapid speed.

“Oh, shit,” you cried as his tongue lapped at your weeping hole. “Oh shit, Bucky, I’m gonna cum!”

He pulled his mouth away from you, leaving you gasping at the lack of contact. “Not yet, doll,” he said with a filthy grin. “Not yet.”

He proceeded to play you with his mouth, as if you were an instrument and he was a world class musician, but he wouldn’t let you cum. Every time you got close, he would back off, taking you just far enough before pulling you back from the ledge. It was frustrating the shit out of you, but it was magnificent. You had never been edged so well in your entire life.

Finally, finally, after what felt like hours, it was too much. You needed to cum or you felt like you were going to die. “Bucky,” you cried, pressing the heels of your hands into your eye sockets and feeling the space wet with tears. “Bucky, please! Please, let me cum! I need it, Bucky! Need it so fucking bad!” 

His tongue found your clit again, dancing circles over the sensitive nub, and you felt one of his hands let go of you, only to have two of his thick fingers sliding into your entrance with no resistance. He finger fucked you while he sucked on your clit, and the combined sensation, after all the edging, was driving you crazy. “Holy fuck,” you whimpered. “So close.”

Almost as if taking your words as a challenge, Bucky curved his fingers inside of you, dragging them again and again against your g-spot until you were gasping. The pressure was so intense; you’d never felt anything like it before– not once in all your married years had your ex-husband ever brought you anywhere close to where Bucky had brought you in one night.

You were a kettle, about to boil over; a caldera long overdue for its world-ending eruption. You were ecstasy personified, and he hadn’t even brought you to climax yet.

And then, you exploded, screaming his name so loudly you were worried your neighbors would call the police. 

It was a release unlike any you had ever felt before– a double shot of pleasure, and you were positive that, for a moment, you lost consciousness, or at the very least, your soul had temporarily vacated your body. When you came back to yourself, Bucky was leaning over your face, grinning from ear to ear.

“Did you know you were gonna do that, doll?” he asked as he bent down to kiss you. You could taste the tang of your arousal on his tongue, along with something else, undefinable and unique.

“D-do w-what?” you asked, your own voice sounding shaky and far away. Your whole body was trembling, the aftershocks of the orgasm pulsating through you. 

Bucky lied down next to you, pulling your naked, sweat-slicked body into his, and wrapping his arms around you. “You squirted all over my face, doll! It was the fucking hottest thing I’ve ever seen!”

You laughed through chattering teeth. “I’ve… ne-never d-d-done that be-before,” you said. “F-fuck.”

“I’ll say.” Bucky nuzzled his nose into your hair. “Are you okay? Do you need me to get you something? A glass of water? A blanket?”

You shook your head. “Ju-just ne-ne-need a mi-mi-minute to c-come b-b-back int-t-to my b-b-b-body,” you said. “H-h-hold m-me? P-p-p-please?”

“Yeah, of course, doll,” he said, pulling you closer into him. He reached up and pulled a throw blanket off of the arm of your couch, wrapping it snuggly around you both, and you felt yourself relax into the warmth of him.

“Y-you d-d-didn’t c-c-cum,” you said, feeling the trembling decrease, but not ready to stop all together. “I’m s-sorry.”

“Don’t worry about me, sweetheart,” Bucky said, kissing your head. “Watching you come undone like that? I fucking came in my pants like a goddamn teenager. It was unbelievable.” His tone turned serious. “Did you like it? Was it okay?”

Using all the energy you had left in your body, you turned to face him, noticing the concerned look in his eye in the candlelight. “Th-that w-w-was the s-single b-b-best org-a-asm of m-my entire f-f-fucking life.” You kissed him again, desperately clinging to his forearm to ground you. “Th-th-thank you.”

Bucky smiled. “If you don’t mind, then,” he said, burying his face into your shoulder, “I’d like to give you a couple more before morning, if that’s okay with you?”

“Sh-sh-shit,” you laughed. “Y-y-yes p-please.”

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  toxic & jealous

synopsis: bucky is fed up with you going on shitty dates so he finally does something about it.

pairing: bucky barnes (roommate) x f!reader

word count: 2.5k

warnings: 18+ ONLY. jealous bucky, shitty date, possessive bucky—he’s actually kind of a red flag but it’s fine, teasing, dirty talk, bucky is beefy and tall af, so much sexual tension, lots of kissing, oral (receiving), fingering, protected sex, praise kink, heavy size kink, pet-names, idk if i missed anything

notes: felt kinda slutty and this happened

“Where are you going?” Bucky asks, folding his arms over his chest.

His brows are furrowed tightly, a look of concern and confusion coating his face as he watches you apply your lipgloss in the mirror. The bathroom you both share isn’t nearly large enough to accommodate you both, so Bucky has no choice but to lean against the doorframe.

“A date,” you shrug casually, puckering your lip before dipping the wand back for another coat.

Your eyes meet Bucky’s through the mirror briefly as you try to focus on your makeup and not the hole he’s boring into the back of your head.

“With who?” The line of questioning doesn’t stop as you groan, closing the tube of gloss and chucking it into your small purse.

“Just a guy I met.” You’re keeping things as nondescript as possible because you know Bucky.

Your last date didn’t exactly go smoothly, but that wasn’t because of any you did. No, in fact, it was entirely Bucky’s fault and you continue to remind him of the fact.

Things were going great until you invited your last date back to your place, opening the door only to be greeted by a brooding Bucky who looked like he had murder on his mind.

And truthfully, who wouldn’t be afraid of a nearly 6’6 man built like a Greek God glaring at you like you’re his best victim. Safe to say your date didn’t stick around as soon as Bucky opened his mouth and explained all of the ways he could hurt your date if he fucked up in any way.

“Where are you going?” Bucky asked and you rolled your eyes as you scoffed.

“Bucky.” You tried to warn, “we’re just going to grab some dinner, okay?”

Nothing you said seemed to calm Bucky down, his jaw clenching before he forced himself to relax. He stepped out of the doorframe so you could exit, grabbing your heels before grabbing onto Bucky’s thick arm for balance as you put them on.

“I just don’t understand why you go on these dates, it’s not like these guys are good enough for you.” Bucky grumbles under his breath as he wraps his arm around your waist to offer more support as you slide the second heel on.

You chuckle, shaking your head, “maybe that’s because you scare off anyone who tries.”

Bucky just shrugs as if there’s nothing wrong with his behaviour. Despite being your roommate, he acts more like a protective father to you. No one is ever good enough for you, that he’s made clear.

“I’ll be back soon, don’t wait up for me.” You say, giving him a wild smile as his eyes blow wide.

You don’t linger, running out the door and closing it shut as you hear Bucky swearing on the other side—some of it not even English as you laugh to yourself before stepping into the elevator.

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What a total fucking bust of a date.

Bucky was going to love this at least. He won’t be a huge grump and maybe you’ll be able to talk him out of hunting this guy down. Although, you probably wouldn’t try so hard considering he was an absolute asshole.

The second you’re through your front door, the heels come off and you let out a groan of relief before chucking your keys and bag onto the small table by the entrance.

“So, was I right?” Bucky emerges from his bedroom wearing nothing but a loose, low hanging pair of sweatpants.

It takes you a moment to tear your eyes away from his broad chest, but you manage.

“Yes, fine. You’re right, no one is good enough for me.” You sigh, grabbing a glass of water before leaning against the counter.

Bucky mimics your position, folding his muscled arms over his chest. His prosthetic gleams lightly under the soft light of the city, but little else is illuminated in the apartment.

You let out another defeated sigh, “maybe there’s something wrong with me. I don’t know.”

Bucky’s eyebrows furrow at your words again as he takes a few steps towards you as you watch him, placing your glass on the counter behind you.

“That’s the stupidest thing I’ve heard come out of your mouth. And I’ve heard a lot of dumb shit come from those lips.” Bucky smirks, his words oddly putting you at ease.

“Yeah? Well then why can’t I ever get a man to stay?” You retort back, feeling that awful pit in your stomach you always get when you think about your love life.

Bucky moves closer and you think he’s going to stop when he’s right in front of you, but he doesn’t. Instead, he’s nearly pressed up against you as he cages you in with both of his hands on either side of you.

Your breath catches in your throat slightly at the proximity and the way Bucky’s scent washes over you. It’s so deep and rich you want it to stain your bedsheets, but he can’t even know that.

“Do you really want to know why, sweetheart?” He asks and you notice the way his voice has dropped an octave or two.

You swallow thickly, inhaling a shaky breath as you nod your head as your response. You know that your words would fail you right now, especially with the dark, hungry look in Bucky’s eyes.

He looks away for a second, taking a deep breath before his eyes are locked on yours. His tongue runs across his bottom lip and you think your heart might fail you at any moment.

“Because I’m a selfish bastard,” he says. “I drive every man away because I’m a selfish, jealous, arrogant asshole who can’t stand the thought of another man’s hands on your body.”

His confession sends a jolt through your body. The rawness of his words mixed with the raspiness of his voice as he’s just mere inches away is enough for you to feel lightheaded.

“It’s because I want to be the one who makes you laugh. Who’s there for you, who knows you better than anyone else, and who makes you come so fucking hard I ruin men completely for you. That all you’ll want is me.”

You gasp at his boldness, mouth forming a soft ‘oh’ shape. You’ve crossed some sort of boundary and you know there’s no going back now. You’ve fucked up this relationship.

Might as well ruin it some more.

“What else do you want to do to me?” Your question comes out meek and small, voice shaking, but Bucky smirks at your words.

He cocks his head to the side, nearly perfect teeth on display before he’s leaning into you so he can whisper into your ear.

“I’d rather show you, baby. I’m better with my hands than I am with my words.” He purrs, lips brushing your earlobe and his breath is hot against the skin of your neck.

You nearly whimper, knees almost buckling as you mutter a silent fuck under your breath without even realizing it.

“Would you like that, baby?” He asks, almost mockingly with a small pout as his eyes lock with yours again.

“Would you like me to show you all the ways I dream of touching you? About the things I think about when my hand is wrapped around my cock late at night?”

The heat between your legs is beyond extinguishable now unless Bucky gets his hands on you.

“Yes.” That three letter word is all Bucky needed to hear before his lips are on yours.

The kiss is hot and desperate, his hands trying to feel and touch every inch of you as you do the same to him. Sinking your crescent shaped nails into the freckled skin of his shoulder as you lose your breath over this man.

He’s pulling you off the counter, large hands splayed on your waist and hips as you both messily stumble through the dark apartment until you’re standing at the threshold of his door.

Bucky makes it look so small, but he looks like a wild animal with his dark eyes and heaving chest as he looks down on you like you’re his next meal.

“I want you on my bed so all you can smell is me while I’m buried deep inside of you,” he says, chest rumbling as he pulls you into the room.

There’s no need to close the door, but he does anyway. Shutting it with his foot while he hungrily kisses you again. And he’s all you can think about, your heart beating to the tune of his name.

It’s not romantic, there’s no candles or mood lighting. Bucky’s bed isn’t done and there’s a pair of boxers strewn on the floor you both manoeuvre around. Still, you wouldn’t change a thing as Bucky rips your clothing off one by one until they join his.

“You’re so goddamn beautiful,” he murmurs, dropping to his knees so he can wrap his lips around your nipples.

You moan when he sinks his teeth into them, grabbing his hair to keep him anchored to you.

“No man deserves you, but I’m going to do my best to prove my worth to you.” He says against your hot skin as he presses a hot trail of kisses down your stomach until he meets the line of your panties.

He looks up at you one last time, as if asking for permission before his hand in pushing you back onto the bed. His fingers hook into your panties, dragging them down before throwing them over his back.

Bucky’s hands spread your legs further as he leans in and your mind is dizzy and fuzzy when his hot breath fans over your core.

“Just relax, let me make you feel good, baby.” Bucky purrs in a cocky, confident tone as you let your head fall back onto the mattress.

His kisses are warm against your inner thighs and you’re squirming until Bucky delivers a soft bite that has you gasping and looking at him.

“If you can’t stay still I’ll have to tie you up, sweetheart.” He winks, nose nuzzling the top of your mound and you’re about to start begging.

Bucky delivers a long lick and you lock your legs tighter around his head. He takes his time, carefully mapping you out in his head and taking note of what makes your toes curl.

“Fuck,” you curse, grabbing onto his hair as he teases your entrance with a thick, cool finger.

He adds one, then another, and then he curls them and you swear you’re about to meet your maker because no one has ever figured you out this quickly. If ever.

“You’re so sweet, Christ, baby.” Bucky groans, “I’m already fucked addicted.”

You moan, feeling your orgasm quickly approaching as his continues his motions with his fingers and mouth in tandem together before you’re falling apart.

It hits you out of nowhere, back arching off the bed as Bucky keeps you anchored with a thick arm over your waist.

“Oh my God.” You pant, unable to get any other coherent thought out.

Bucky smirks, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as he crawls over you until his lips are back on yours. He moans when you wrap your hand around his clothed cock, grinding it against you before he has to stop you.

“You keep doing that and I’ll come in my pants, baby girl.” He groans, almost in pain as he squeezes his eyes shut tightly.

You’re breathing just as hard as him, if not harder, as you watch this giant, huge, man coming apart all because of you.

“Bucky,” you say his name in a questioning tone.

He looks down at you, meeting your eyes and you know just how much he’s holding back. You know he wants to rip into you…and you want it too.

“Fuck me.” You whisper, barely audible as Bucky’s eyes flutter closed and he buries his head in the crook of your neck.

“You’re going to kill me, baby.” His words are muffled, “I never thought I’d hear those words from you.”

Bucky makes quick work of his pants, not wanting to waste any time before your eyes widen and you can’t tear them away from his cock.

“I-I, uh, Bucky I don’t think you’re going to fit.” You stutter, still in a trance.

He cocks his head, licking his lips as he grabs a condom from the bedside table. Your body moves for you, inching up the bed and getting comfortable against the pillows because you need to know how Bucky Barnes fucks.

“It’ll fit, sweetheart. We’ll make it fit.” He cooes as he finishes rolling on the condom and settling over you again.

You don’t doubt him either, watching him spurt lube over his length as he gently nudged your your legs apart.

“You look so good like this; spread out underneath me.” Bucky purrs, his nose tracing along your jawline as you feel him line up with your entrance.

You wrap your arms around his neck, beckoning him closer to you as he pushes in slowly.

“Shit,” Bucky groans as you gasp out a moan.

You’re both entirely consumed by each other as Bucky slowly pushes in, stretching you out inch by inch.

“You’re doing so good for me, baby.” Bucky whispers, kisses being peppered to your neck.

It’s not painful, but the stretch can definitely be felt as his hips rock against yours. When he’s fully seated, you can feel his hand cup your face as you manage to open your eyes.

“Feel that, baby? That’s it, so fucking deep inside of you.” You whine at his words, trying to lift your hips up and create some sort of friction.

Bucky takes mercy on you, circling his hips before pulling out and thrusting into you. It shakes the bed, the headboard rocking against the wall as the bed springs creak under your combined weight.

Nothing in this world is more important than this very moment and you hope it never ends.

You feel Bucky’s hand run down your sides before he’s placing it on your lower stomach. You’re confused at first, but when he adds pressure, it’s a whole new type of pleasure.

“That’s how deep I am, fuck, baby. And you’re taking all of me like the good girl you are.” Bucky praises as he continues to rock his hips against you.

You know he can feel you tighten around him, because he just slightly changes his angle until you’re crying out for him.

“I know, I know, sweetheart. Don’t hold back for me and come for me.”

Your legs tighten around his toned waist, holding him close to you as the coil snaps and pleasure fills you. You’re acutely aware of the way Bucky’s hips stutter before he stills completely inside of you, panting against your neck.

“Get comfortable, sweetheart.” Bucky smirks, a light sheen of sweat on his face, “because we’ve still got all night ahead of us.”

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[mrs-bucky-barnes106]

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summary: reader and bucky are very much in love and have their morning routine down to a tee. bucky manhandles the reader a lot but not in a weird way, just in an "i love you and can't live without you" kinda way.

warning: fluffffff (bucky and reader are EXTREMELY in love and love to show it)

wc: 1.8k

pairing: domestic!bucky x reader

a/n: I wrote this between the hours of 11PM-1AM when i was feeling especially psychotic. I am so sleep deprived I’m sorry. But I just came up with this sweet little scenario and had to write it down. This is why I shouldn’t be allowed to daydream.

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You opened your eyes, groaning as soft sunlight filtered through your open blinds. You tried remembering the dream you had just abruptly woken up from. Something about a tall, muscular, brown-haired man. The man of your dreams. The man whose arms were now around you from behind, caging you to his warm chest.

You turned around to find Bucky gently stirring in the light of the sunrise. You reached your arms out around his shoulders as he slowly blinked his eyes open. You were both morning people and were glad for it because it meant the two of you were in sync. Neither of you got much sleep, what with Bucky being plagued by his nightmares and you by your insomnia. However, you were in it together, making hell sightly more endurable.

“Good morning, sunshine,” he mumbled with a sweet smile, burying his face in your chest. You squirmed slightly in his arms as his thick beard scratched your chest. You were coming to like his grown-out facial hair. It made him look like a soft teddy bear rather than a violently beautiful Greek god. Yes, you quite preferred this look to his freshly shaven one with his chiseled cheekbones and jawline of steel on full display. With his beard, he looked somewhat more approachable, more domestic, and more lovable than ferociously intimidating.

“Good morning, my moonlight,” you whispered. He was the moonlight to your sunshine, the darkness to your light. He complimented you so perfectly that it sometimes made you want to cry.

Bucky interrupted your thoughts by pulling your body on top of his. “Mmh, I love you so much,” his voice was slightly muffled as his face was still smushed against your chest, and he wrapped his thick arms around your back, securing you in place on top of him.

“I love you too, baby boy,” you combed your fingers through his hair. It was much shorter than it used to be, but it was starting to grow out like his beard. You were not complaining, however. The long summer days the two of you spent swimming in the pool caused his hair to curl at the ends, and it was a lighter shade of brown now than it was during the colder months.

“Wanna stay here with you forever,” Bucky mumbled into your chest, peppering sweet kisses to your neck and jawline before lazily moving his lips all over your face.

“C’mon, Bucky, you say this every morning,” you giggled. “We gotta get up soon, bubs. We have things to do and people to see.” You pushed his face away, scrunching your nose when you caught a whiff of his morning breath.

“They can wait,” he muttered, half-heartedly batting his arm at the air like a petulant child. You almost giggled but caught yourself. You couldn’t encourage him on like this. You actually did have a lot of errands to run later in the day and a long to-do list to accomplish. While you wanted nothing more than to indulge Bucky (because, duh, why would you want to do anything but lay here in your soft bed, basking in the morning light with the man you loved), you knew you needed to be an adult and put your responsibilities first if you wanted to prevent your life from falling apart. You decided to give him ten more minutes. After that, you would force yourself to get up.

You almost fell back asleep, tangled up in his arms. In fact, you probably would have if it hadn’t been for your grumbling stomach. You were past the point in your relationship where this embarrassed you. In fact, you were grateful to your stomach for choosing to be so loud because otherwise, you might not have gotten out of bed all day.

But before you could leap out of bed and berate Bucky for almost making you fall asleep again, he leaped up, carrying you like a child. Of course, he would get up when you were in danger of being hungry. “Can’t let my pretty doll starve, now can I?” he smirked down at you.

“Barnes, you have five seconds to put me down!”

“Five, four, three, two…,” Bucky ran into your shared bathroom, clutching you in his arms like you were a football. “…one! Touchdown!” he plopped you down on the toilet’s closed lid, holding onto your shoulders for balance as he let out a belly laugh.

“I hate you,” but you were smiling a mile wide even as you said it.

“Aw, that’s too bad, doll,” Bucky fake-pouted at you, backing away out of the bathroom. “Because I lava you very very much.” He said the last part in his silliest baby voice, scrunching up his face to give you air kisses as he turned to leave.

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help grinning like you had won the lottery. Truthfully, you had won the lottery because if wealth was measured in happiness, you were ecstatic, floating above everyone else. It was the same silly routine every morning, with Bucky forcing you to cuddle him in bed for at least a half hour and then bolting up with you in his arms whenever your stomach grumbled. He knew you were grumpy when you didn’t have any food in you, so he started on breakfast when you got ready in the bathroom. When you offered to switch roles, he said this was optimal since you liked to brush your teeth before breakfast, and he brushed his teeth after. Your heart melted at the memory. Your boyfriend got your breakfast ready for you when you came downstairs. Every single morning, without fail. It was the little things that made you fall in love over and over.

You finished your skincare routine and headed downstairs to find the same scene as every morning: Bucky with a kitchen towel over one shoulder, plating whatever he made for breakfast. Today, he had made a fluffy stack of pancakes and scrambled eggs. He had even gone the extra mile to put spinach and chopped tomatoes in the eggs and had added fresh berries and banana slices on top of the pancakes. The sight of the sticky sweet syrup oozing down the sides of them was enough to make your mouth water.

You snuck up behind him and snaked your arms around his torso. “I love you, I love you, I love you,” you punctuated each one with a kiss to his shoulder blades and neck. “Did I tell you how grateful I am to have you in my life?”

“Only about a HUNDRED TIMES A DAY,” he turned around quickly in your arms, grabbing you under the thighs to lift you up. He clasped his arms together, forming a sort of seat in midair. You threw your arms around his shoulders and crashed your lips onto his, melting into him, his pillowy lips warm on yours.

You barely noticed that he had backed into the fridge until you felt the cool metal against your back through Bucky’s thin cotton T-shirt. You continued kissing him voraciously and suddenly remembered Tony scarfing down a Burger King cheeseburger when he had returned from his brief kidnapping in the desert.

You broke away laughing at the mental comparison you made of yourself kissing Bucky to Tony when he was starving after being in the desert.

“Whatcha laughin’ at doll?” Bucky panted, a slight smile creeping onto his lips.

“Oh, nothing,” you panted back. “Just shut up and kiss me.” You were back to business, your lips back on his, feeling like a dog deprived of its bone. Bucky opened the refrigerator door, never once breaking the kiss. You kept your eyes closed, one hand still raking through his soft hair as you used the other to grab the milk carton from the door. You secured it in your hand without faltering, then brought your hand back to rest against his shoulder blade as Bucky shut the door and walked you back over to the counter. Once you safely sat down, you pulled away, gasping for air, desperate as a fish out of water for more of him. His hands were on your hips, his name was on your lips, over and over again like your only prayer.

Bucky grabbed his mug of coffee from where he had left it in the coffee machine and brought it to where you sat, a bright smile adorning his face. You returned the grin and poured a smidge of milk into his cup. When you had first started living together, you were aghast to find that Bucky drank his coffee black without a single drop of milk or spoon of sugar. It had taken some convincing, but you were thrilled when he finally agreed to stop torturing himself and drink his coffee with milk like a normal human being. Although he still used less than a tablespoon of milk and no sugar or creamer, it was a start.

You, on the other hand, were the exact opposite, preferring matcha as your morning drink of choice, which required your mug to be 95% full of milk with the other 5% being, of course, the matcha powder, ice cubes, and copious amounts of honey to satisfy your sweet tooth.

“Oh, I heated up some water and mixed in the matcha powder for you already,” Bucky pointed at the mug beside you, his other hand still warm on your thigh.

“Thank you, bubs,” you leaned down to press a chaste kiss to his lips. His cheeks pinked at the suddenness of it, and he ducked his head, shying away from your gaze.

“Aw, it’s nothin’,” he smiled up at you, eyes sparkling beneath his thick lashes. “Here, lemme get you some ice.”

The momentary loss of his hands on your thighs made you whine slightly, but he was back as soon as he left, ice tray in hand.

“Here you are, babycakes.”

You took the tray, beaming at him, then plunked precisely three heart-shaped ice cubes into your cup. You handed the tray back to Bucky, and he left to return it to the freezer before returning to stand between your thighs from where you sat on the countertop. You poured a generous amount of milk into your cup and reached for the honey to drizzle some in. Stirring your drink, you clinked your mug with his before taking your first sip.

You sighed reveling in the mild sweetness of your drink. It was just the way you liked it.

"Alright, doll, let's get some breakfast in you before we run today. We doing intervals or easy?"

"I actually wanted to go for a long run, Buck," you held his gaze from behind your mug.

"Cold plunge after?" he smiled already knowing your answer.

"Yes," you nodded your head vigorously, giddy at the prospect.

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[mrsbuckybarnes1917]

Request from @lives-in-midgard: Bucky and reader just watched a movie and then cuddled up to sleep. After a few minutes a thunderstorm begins and reader can feel that Bucky holds her more tighter because the thunder and the lightning triggers something in him. Reader comforts Bucky and then has the idea to build a blanket fort with Bucky.

Word Count: 1,872

Warnings: Thunderstorms, Bucky's mental health

Sometimes you enjoyed a good session of Netflix and chill with Bucky but more often than not you'd end up with Hulu and hang, especially when he came home worn out from his day job of being a hero. Tonight was one of those nights. Bucky had come home completely and utterly shattered. You had been worried that he wouldn't make it home before the forecasted storm that was supposed to be rolling in. But he had come home safe and sound, if not a little worse for wear.

“Hey Buck,” you greeted him at the door with a soft tone and small peck on the cheek. 

He responded with a deep sigh, shrugging off his jacket and toeing off his dirty boots. Normally you'd chastise him for getting mud on the floor, but something told you to hold your tongue.

But it was as though he could read your mind. Bucky looked down at the mud on the floor and sighed. “I'm sorry, I'll clean it up.”

“Don't worry, baby. I'll sort it out later.”

“It's not fair on you.”

He picked up his boots and deposited them outside the front door. Bucky shut the door behind him turning back to you. He looked so lost and exhausted. You wondered what on Earth had happened to him during his last mission. As tempting it was to probe further, you sensed that it might not be the right time. Instead you opted for another question.

“What do you need?”

“I don't know,” he answered miserably.

“How does a shower sound? And I'll order your favorite take out and we can have a TV dinner. Okay?”

Bucky nodded mutely, trudging off to the bathroom. You sighed and picked up your phone to place your order. The food should arrive quickly, but you felt guilty for dragging the poor delivery man out in such terrible weather but your boyfriend needed pampering.

You answered the door to a pimply teenager who you tipped heavily for his troubles. It took you a moment to notice why he hadn't moved from his position of accepting your tip. Bucky had emerged dripping wet with a low hung towel draped over his waist. He was the epitome of a Greek God, water droplets tracing the outlines of his clearly defined abs.

“Get going, kid. Don't want to get caught in the storm.” You ushered the teen out of your doorway before closing the door behind him. You turned to Bucky with a grin. “Dressing to impress, are we?”

He blushed slightly. “Sorry. I was just looking for that towel.”

Immediately you realized that he was after the large fluffy white towel you had bought him a few months ago. It had been a self care gift. You had advised him that he needed to take care of himself better, that he deserved to have comfort. He had pretended to scorn the gift, but when your back was turned, you saw him rubbing his fingers between the soft fibers. It warmed your heart to know that he had heeded your words.

“Yeah, here it is.”

You fetched the requested item from the linen closet where you had put it after its last wash. He took the towel in his vibranium hand, his flesh one wrapped around your outstretched one, not letting you go.

You looked up into his eyes, searchingly. “Everything okay?”

“Only when you're here.”

He smiled, retreating to the bedroom to dry off and get dressed. You couldn't help but smile back at him, giving his ass a little pat as he left. Bucky returned promptly as you finished dishing out all the food onto one plate. He was definitely hungry, his insatiable supersoldier diet meant he always had room for a meal. Usually his mood was the only thing that would suppress his appetite, so it was a good sign to see him licking his lips with anticipation.

“Just one plate?” he frowned. “Is it all for you or me?”

“I thought we could share. Did you know that in Ethiopian culture, eating from the same plate is a symbol of love?”

“But you ordered Korean food,” Bucky replied, frowning in confusion. 

“You speak like six different languages and you’re so smart, but sometimes Bucky, you can be really dense.”

Bucky smirked at your teasing. He grabbed the plate from your hands and headed to the couch, beckoning for you to follow. He pulled the coffee table up to the couch and sat down on the floor leaning against it. You joined him in time to hear him heave a sigh of relief.

“Feel good to get off your feet?” you asked.

“You have no idea, Doll,” Bucky sighed.

“Did something happen out here?” you asked tentatively, helping yourself to a gimbap of the plate.

Bucky grabbed his chopsticks and stuffed a piece of sweet and sour chicken into his mouth as a way to avoid answering your question. You sighed, rubbing his thigh as an apology for your intrusion. He was definitely not in the mood to talk and you were happy to eat and watch your movie in silence.

Once you had both finished your food, you paused the movie to grab a few cushions and pushed the coffee table away to make room. You and Bucky made yourselves comfortable on the floor under a large blanket, turning down the lights and restarting the movie. You felt relaxed in his arms, in the dimmed light with the sound of rain pattering against the window.

The raindrops turned from the gentle tapping into a hammering against the glass panes of the apartment. It was accompanied by a duo of distant rumbling and bright flashes. The wind howled through the rickety apartment and you snuggled deeper under the blanket and against Bucky's side.

It was only when Bucky's fingers dug into your side sharply did you notice how tight his grip on your waist had become. This was what prompted you to cast your senses out and you noticed how rigid your boyfriend had become. His body was stiff and his breath was shallow and faster than normal. Your head was resting against his chest and you heard his heart pounding. This demeanor could almost have been mistaken for arousal, but you knew your boyfriend well enough to know when he was being triggered.

The trauma Bucky had suffered was unimaginable. He rarely spoke about his time at HYDRA, and what he did tell you was evasive at best. There would be times where he would stare off into space with a haunted look or wake up drenched in sweat after a nightmare. When you had first met, he had been reluctant to sleep over and you had felt anxious about his dedication to your relationship. But he had been surprisingly forthcoming when you'd expressed your concerns. Since then, you'd progressed in your commitment to each other and now you were a great source of comfort to him and sleeping beside you had significantly reduced the incidence of his bad dreams. And here he was again, showing all the signs of being lost in a haze of his past.

“Buck?” you whispered. “Bucky?”

He was mumbling repeatedly under his breath. “I'm not the Winter Soldier. I'm James Bucky Barnes.”

It broke your heart to hear the desperation in his voice. You had missed it at first because his voice was so soft and went unnoticed, masked by the sound of the television.

“That's right, baby. You're James Bucky Barnes, my handsome sweet boyfriend. You're kind, smart and brave. I'm so proud of how you fight every single day. How much good you do. That's the man I fell in love with. That's my Bucky.”

Bucky turned to you, not once releasing his grip on you. “I had a bad day,” he sighed.

“I know, baby.”

“I don't want to talk about it.”

“That's alright. You don't have to. But I'm here for you if you do. You know that, right?”

“I appreciate that. But I don't want you to see that part of me.”

His words made you feel a little disappointed. Of course it was his choice, but you wanted him to let you in.

“I love every part of you, Buck.”

“I don't know that I deserve that.”

“Well I'm here to tell you that you do, everyday until you believe it. Now, how can I help you now?”

“I should have listened to you and put up curtains. The lightning, it's-” Bucky didn't know how to put into words the source of his distress.

You bit your lip, pondering the problem for a moment. “Oh! I have an idea! Be back in a minute, need to grab a few things. Is that okay?” You checked if he didn't mind you leaving his side for a bit.

Bucky nodded and you jumped up and into his bedroom. You had insisted he bought a bed and with it came pillows, pillow cases and bedsheets. You ran into his room to grab the biggest one you could find.

"Got it!”

You proceeded to pull the chairs from the dining room table and place them parallel to the couch, facing outwards. You shook out the sheet and in one swift motion draped it across the backs of all the chairs, effectively creating a blanket fort. You dropped a few of the decorative ornaments that you had bought Bucky onto the chair, weighing the sheets down to keep tension in the roof. Last of all, you grabbed the little galaxy projector and flicked it on. 

The bedsheet was thick enough to block out the light coming from the windows. And the cave you'd created emanated a soft purple glow that Bucky found soothing.

He put his arm back around you as you dropped to the floor and crawled against his side.

“Want to carry on with the movie? Or I can put some music on? Or anything else you want.”

“Umm,” Bucky took a minute to think what he wanted.

You waited patiently for him to process his thoughts. Bucky struggled to give an immediate answer when he was exhausted and often got frustrated if people rushed him. You tried hard to respect his needs.

“You know that soundtrack you were listening to last week?”

You scrunched your eyebrows in confusion. You listened to a lot of music.

“The music from that show you like… the one with the Duke.”

“Wait, are you talking about Bridgerton?” A grin spread across your face, impressed that Bucky had noticed.

“Yeah, that one,” Bucky mumbled.

“Sure,” you answered, smiling and pulling out your phone and opening your Spotify app. You typed out Bucky's choice in the search box and hit play. “Happy?”

“Ecstatic.” Bucky answered, sarcastically and rolled his eyes.

You laid your head on the pillow beside his, looking up at the lights in the sheeted ceiling you'd created. The storm outside couldn't penetrate the haven you'd made. Bucky took a few deep breaths, trying to calm the storm that raged inside him. Your arm around his waist and your hand on his heart helped tame the tempestuous beast that gnawed upon his soul.

“Thank you,” he whispered in your ear. 

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[mysticaldeanvoidhorse]

Forged in Love

Hephaestus x Aphrodite!reader

Page break credits @firefly-graphics

Master list

Part 9

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     When you returned, you filled Athena in, per her insistence.  You didn’t tell her everything, saving some just for yourself.  She was very encouraging, saying that this seemed a wise match.  You had tentatively thought so as well but hearing it confirmed by the goddess of wisdom helped to seal matters in your mind.  The only thing stopping you was that you still didn’t know him very well, he was very guarded, though you knew enough to know he was more open with you than anyone.  And that made you feel really good.  Funny how you were the goddess of feelings (more or less), yet this guarded man who didn’t let anyone in made you feel better than all those who constantly tried.  The irony was not lost.  It was funny to you how you had thought he was a recluse who was not worth anyone's time, whenever you thought about him which wasn't much, until you met him just once.  However, was this a good idea?  Rushing into a marriage with someone who you hardly knew, even if he seemed like the best option?  Was another god you knew better a good idea? You were running out of time.

“The truth is, you don’t have much time to decide.  Hera likes the idea and would bless this marriage.  I am unsure if she would bless anyone else for you.  And though her marriage isn’t something to aspire to, her blessing is still very much needed.”  Athena had told you, after you confessed your doubts.

“I understand that, but is he too good to be true?”

“Everyone is on their best behavior in the beginning to be sure, but you know the other gods and they are not options.”

“But what if he turns out to be the worst of them all?”  You were starting to panic.

“It is true you do not know him well, but what does your heart say?  You of all of us would know best if love can be found from the both of you.”  You were silent for a moment, unsure what the truth was.  You thought you knew the answer but were scared in case you were wrong.  The last thing you wanted was to be trapped and even if he was a wonderful choice, you were still being forced regardless.

“Listen to me, my friend.”  She started again.  “You can talk to him and make it clear what you expect once you are married.  If not love, something where you do not hate each other. Find an agreement you can both live with so being together is not a nightmare.  I don’t want to see you wither away like Hera.”  She gave you a sad smile, and hugged you then left.  You had a lot to think about.

     A few weeks had passed and you realized that no matter what, this was going to happen.  So you needed to talk to Hephaestus and make sure you were on the same page like Athena had suggested.  He had agreed to meet at his forgery once again, not liking to leave and though you felt at a disadvantage you knew the location wouldn’t matter; the conversation was going to be difficult regardless.

“Hello Hephaestus”  You started, a little awkwardly.  He had brought you to another balcony overlooking yet another lovely piece of land that stretched for miles.  You mused to yourself how lovely it would be to spend many days out here.

“What can I do for you?”  Not one to beat around the bush, not that you had expected it of him.

“Honestly, it is a little awkward, but I think we need to talk about this forced marriage.”  His expression darkened just a bit, or maybe you imagined it.

“What about it?”  He asked, in a deeper, not as friendly tone.

“I guess I wanted to make sure that this is what you want, and if it is, what our expectations of it are.”

“Expectations?”

“Yes.”  

“Such as?”  He lifted an eyebrow.  His was an intense gaze, and the only one you ever felt the need to shy away from.  Any other god you could flirt your way around it, but not him.  You couldn’t be fake with him, even if you tried. And you didn’t want to

“I am not naive to think that though we are… getting along right now, that we still don’t know each other very well.  And I don’t want to wake up one day knowing that not only do me and my husband not get along, but that we could hate each other.”  Again no expression.  What you would give to know his mind.

“Like my mother.”  Interesting that this was the first time you had heard him refer to Hera as mother.

“Yes.”  You hated to admit it, but you feared turning into her one day.  Locked away, barely surviving, hated by her husband, respected by none.  The thought alone made you shudder.

“What is it that you want of me?”

“I want…that is I-”  You didn’t know what to say.  

“Do you want a companion?  A friend?”  He took a step closer.

“Well yes, but-”  Another step.

“You want someone who you can get along with and live amicably with?”  Another step.  He was so close you could reach up and kiss him if you wanted.  The thought shocked you.  Where had that thought come from?  And why was it the only one in your mind?

“Or do you want passion, love, fire?”  His eyes bore into your own.  You would be lying if you said you didn’t like the intensity.

“I am the goddess of love, of course I want that.”  You whispered.

“And you are worried you won’t find that…with me?”  You couldn’t read his emotions but thought that maybe there was some sadness in his eyes.

“I’m scared, Hephaestus.”  He nodded, smiling sadly, and began to back away.  The moment you couldn’t feel his heat you reached for and grabbed both his arms to which he instantly tensed up.  But you noticed he didn’t back away.  “I am scared that I won’t yes, but having met you, I am scared that I might actually get all that I want.”  He slowly brought his arms to wrap around yours.  “I am scared that you are too good to be true and once this.. Connection, this spark dies down, we will be left with nothing.  So my hope is that at the very least we can live together amicably, as you say.  That I won’t hate my very existence knowing that you grow tired of me.  That I am not at all what you want.  That you will resent me for forcing you into this marriage.”  You hadn’t admitted half of this to yourself and yet it was all the truth.  He had a way of making you be honest with yourself, a good trait since love can blind.

“This is what bothers you?”  He searches for more but does not find it.

“Yes.”  You barely whisper.

“Then let me tell you my fear.”  No sound could be heard, you held your breath knowing that whatever he was about to say would change everything.

“I fear that you are going into this blindly.  That you see an option that is the best of the worst, and will quickly change your mind and feelings.  That you will see me for what I am.”  It had hurt you to know he thought you so trivial but you knew that it was also in your nature; you were emotional and emotions change and are fleeting.

“I know that I am trivial,  but I have changed a lot.  I cannot promise I won’t become more sound, that is who I am; I am Emotion.  But I can tell you that love will not change.  Will I get upset, go crazy?  Most definitely.  But love..that does not change.”  You knew whether you loved him or not, but knew it was not the time to say yes or no to it.   “And I do see you for who you are.”  You could tell he wanted to pull away, so you moved closer, so that the rest of your bodies were practically touching.

“I see a man who has so much more to offer than others see.  More than he himself sees.  A man who would help out a complete stranger and have next to no expectations of her.  Someone who is always doing things for others and thinks he deserves nothing in return.  I see a man with so much to offer but is so humble.  I see a man that I could easily love.”  His coal eyes had a flicker of fire and you thought it was the most beautiful thing.

“Is that truly what you see?”  He asked in such a vulnerable way, your heart ached.

“I see so much more.”  Your hand reached to cup his face.  He visibly relaxed, closing his eyes for a moment.

“Then I think your fears are unfounded.”  You smiled.

“I think yours are too.”

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[iobsessoverfictionalmen]

Competition for a heart

Tagging: @imwithyoutiltheendofthelinebucky, @jointhehunt67

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AN: This chapter contains mentions of character death, imprisonment, and mentions of chronic illness.

Chapter 7

The next time you woke, it was because of the soft insistent knocks on your door.  Bucky was already awake, an icy stare on his face as he glared at the door and hopped quickly and silently to his feet.  Reluctantly, you threw back the covers of the bed and padded over to the door.  You tried not to focus on the chill in the air and peered through the peephole.

On the other side of the door stood Winston.  Your pulse skyrocketed and it felt like you had stopped breathing.  Forcing yourself to breathe, you reached for the door handle. Then you remembered that your door was locked from the outside and you dropped your hand to your side feeling more than a little foolish.

You stepped back as the door swung inward and Winston moved into the room. 

“The Cleaners have finished their investigation and they have deemed you innocent.”

You were stunned, “Does it always happen that quickly?”

Regret danced briefly in Winston’s eyes, “This was a special case and one I hope never repeats itself.”

“What happened to him?  Alex Lewis?”

One heartbeat passed.  And then two.

When Winston did not respond, you realised what the answer was.

“(Name),” Bucky reached towards you and rested his hand lightly on the shoulder closest to him soothingly.  “Some people choose their paths and their endings and you can’t do anything to help them.”

Winston pulled an envelope from the breast pocket of his suit, “His room was meticulously tidy as was expected.  He left this for you.”

Winston handed you the envelope.  The first thing you registered was that it had your name on it despite you never telling Alex what it was.  The second thing that you registered was that the envelope felt heavy as if you were carrying Alex’s soul.

“Now that you have been proven innocent by the Cleaners, you are more than welcome to access all the facilities in the Continental.”

Winston’s words took a few seconds to sink in, “You mean I passed the test?”

He examined you with a neutral expression that held a touch of amusement but remained silent and at the same time, a sense of relief swept over you.  Winston then walked towards the open door.  He paused before he crossed the threshold and for a moment, you thought he might say something else but then he left the room as if nothing had happened.

The weight of the envelope pulled your attention back to it and unconsciously, you walked over to the bed.  You did briefly consider the possibility of reading the letter at the desk in the room but there was only one chair next to the desk and you knew Bucky would be intrigued by the contents of the letter even if he didn’t show it.  Plus the idea of making him stand while you sat to read the letter didn’t sit well with you.

Sliding your finger under the flap of the envelope, you began to open it.  As you progressed, there were times that you had to control your eagerness and slow down because, in your haste, you ripped parts of the flap.  Eventually, the flap of the envelope was completely open and you peered at the contents inside the envelope.

The first thing that caught your attention was the many gold coins that had settled at the bottom of the envelope.  “That explains the weight.”

The next thing that you noticed was a piece of paper that was the same shade as the envelope.  Carefully setting the envelope to your left, you registered Bucky moving over to you.  He seemed to already know what was in the envelope.

The handwriting on the letter matched the style of writing on the envelope.  Overall, the letter was neatly written despite the fact that some of the letters themselves were cramped and there were two blotches of ink on the letter.  You guessed this was because its author had gripped the pen too hard as he wrote.  Whether that was because he was pressed for time or overwhelmed with emotion, you didn’t know.

(Name),

I am aware that my actions will cause you no small amount of trouble within the Continental and yes, I acknowledge that my reasons for my actions were selfish.

Years ago, I was chosen as Nemesis’ champion.  At the time I thought that it was the best thing that could have happened to me.  I was faster, stronger, smarter, and deadlier than any other man in my profession.  But as time went on, I slowly began to notice that being a champion was taking a toll on me.  Even now, as I write this, my hand trembles, and I struggle to remember the most basic of my habits.

Perhaps this is because of my patron, or due to human errors or it was simply the hand I was dealt.  I have no doubt that by the time you read this, I shall be dead.  The Cleaners are far too efficient to let me live after what I’ve done.

My words may not come as much of a comfort now and I’m sure that you’ve realised by now that I knew my time was limited when I attacked you as you waited to hear the results of your examination.  I had heard tales of your actions and how you were one of the only Avengers that had not been chosen as a god’s Champion.

Don’t think that my last few hours spent on this Earth were filled with regret.  For those precious hours, I thought about how you are an Avenger in the truest sense of the word.

Alex Lewis.

The letter fell out of your limp hand onto the bed next to you but not before several tears had rolled down your cheeks and splashed onto the paper.  Bucky sat down next to you and wrapped his flesh arm around your shoulders, pulling you into a one-armed hug.  Your ear was pressed into his chest and the steady rhythm of his heartbeat helped to calm you.

Bucky didn’t say anything as your tears slowed and your breathing returned to normal.  Bucky’s embrace felt so warm and comforting that you stayed in that position until you heard another series of quiet knocks on the door that shielded you from the outside world.

Bucky peered down at you with concern and you sniffed once before removing yourself from his embrace.  Nodding, you answered the former assassin’s unasked question and stood up before walking over to the door.

You had a pretty good idea about who was on the other side of the door because of the way that they had knocked.  Your hunch was proven correct when you opened the door to see John on the other side.

You knew from the instant that John looked at you that he registered the dry tear tracks on your cheeks and your reddened eyes.  He was too well-trained to miss those details.  However, you also knew that word about your assessment and the subsequent actions had to have travelled quickly around the Continental because it was such an unusual situation.  So it was quite likely that John knew why you had been crying.

The man held out two gold and silver bracelets.  The gold and the silver on the bracelets blended together seamlessly.  It was as if someone had dipped the bracelets into gold and silver vats and pulled them out exactly when half the bracelet was covered only to dip the bracelet into the other vat.

The bracelets had three charms each on them and on each of the charms there was an engraving.

“These were sent to me by the god that presides over my patron’s realm.  They are meant for you.”

“For me?”  You echoed in shock, “They’re beautiful.”

“And functional.”  John added, “These,” he carefully nudged the dangling charms with his finger, “are runes of protection.  I know they won’t bother you when you are fighting.”

In your mind, you quickly recapped what you knew about the Greek pantheon and you stared up at John open-mouthed when it dawned on you exactly who had sent him the bracelets. 

“Hades sent these to you?  For me?  Why?  Why would he care about the outcome of the contest?  I’m not a Champion.  It doesn’t make any sense.”

John gazed at you with a gentle expression, “Don’t believe everything that you hear about the Lord of the Underworld.  Compared to others, he’s a benevolent ruler.  Besides,” John placed the bracelets into your open hands, “It would be rude to refuse a gift from a god.”

The bracelets must have been imbued with some old magic because as soon as the metal touched your hands, you found yourself quite unwilling to give the bracelets back.  You slipped one on each of your arms and they rested against your wrists.  The weight of the bracelets was reassuring as if you had found a missing piece of yourself that you didn’t know that you had lost.

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[greekgeek24]

“This and this. The way his hair looked in the summer sun. His face when he ran. His eyes, solemn as an owl at lessons. This and this and this. So many moments of happiness, crowding forward.” —Madeline Miller

#stucky historical fiction #stucky historical fiction 2022 #stuckyhistoricalfiction #song of steve #song of achilles #steve rogers #bucky barnes #greek gods

[beah388love]

Insecurities

18+ Minors DNI!!!

Full Masterlist Marvel Masterlist

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Summary: you’re insecure and Bucky reminds you how beautiful you are.

Warnings: insecurities,pregnancy,twins!!!(please tell me if I missed any!!!)

You sighed as you looked in the mirror and jumped a little when you saw Bucky appear behind you, his hands finding your bump. His face nuzzled in your neck pressing small kisses.

“What’re you still looking in the mirror for?” He mumbled and you pouted.

“I just feel…” you stopped and there was a minute of silence.

“I’m a whale! buck” you huffed as you looked down at your thighs and your huge bump.

“Hey! Don’t say that” Bucky said somewhat in a warning tone.

“I do! Why are you with me? Your like a model! You look like a Greek god! I’m just a flabby…huge..mess” you said holding your bump and looking in the mirror and he was stunned.

He couldn’t grasp how you genuinely believed the things you was saying.

He woke up every morning and felt like the luckiest man alive, because every morning he’d wake up to your face.

He was an even luckier man to be your husband and

He was an even luckier man to be the father of your soon to be born twin boys.

“How can you say that?” He said in disbelief and you looked at him confused.

“Sure you have a bigger stomach-“ you cut him off with a gasp.

“Wait! Let me finish! You’re also…pregnant with our twins…” he said giving you a kiss on the head and you nodded.

“You’re the most Beautiful woman I’ve ever met, and I’m the luckiest man because you’re married to me.” He grinned as he picked you up and laid you on your bed.

“And you have the prettiest eyes…the cutest nose…and the softest hair…and don’t get me started on your smile” Bucky rambled to you and you smiled looking up at him.

“So, stop saying that! I love you so mu-“ you cut Bucky off with a kiss.

“I love you.” You smiled as you cuddled into him and he grinned ear to ear.

“I love you too” he smiled as you pulled his hand onto your bump.

“They’re kicking…” you giggled making him beam a smile.

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[fandomfluffandfuck]

What if Steve and Bucky both had super high sex drives because of the serum? Like, they fuck so much that they often don’t make it all the way back to their rooms. All the Avengers have accidentally walked in on Steve and Bucky having sex lots of times. It’s considered normal now to walk into the gym and see Steve bending Bucky over the parallel bars. Or entering the kitchen and finding Bucky getting an enthusiastic blowjob from Steve while a pan of eggs smokes behind him.

At first Steve and Bucky apologize each time they are caught, but soon enough they start ignoring whoever found them to continue on with their activities. Getting off on being found and seen. Watched.

And the Avengers? Instead of leaving the room right away, put their own hands down their pants and have some fun. I mean, who among us could resist such a titillating live performance?

I feel like I've written a lot about the serum affecting Steve's and Bucky's libidos, so I figured I'd link some of that here, but also it's not as much as I was expecting, haha. I'm probably missing a bunch 💀💀

Needy newly serumed Steve

Steve's super soldier libido

Can Steve get hoarse?

Steve's post-serum libido meta

WWII Bucky giving Steve an accidental hand job

BUT

Fuck yes, I love that idea 😮‍💨😮‍💨

Like, at first, they're embarrassed, almost ashamed really because they're half expecting to be reported (despite both of them knowing well that it's not illegal anymore, by that point), sworn at, even yelled at. It makes their hearts race. They stop and try to act natural. But... when they realize that none of that is going to happen, they almost make a game out of it, now long can they keep going, how much noise can they make, until those footsteps turn into that avenger walking in here and seeing them. And it's hot. It's fun. It's nice to have eyes on them. It feels nice. It's exciting.

Almost as exciting for Steve and Bucky as it is for whichever Avenger is watching... watching two Greek gods in the flesh go at it, sweating and swearing and tearing each other apart 🥴

Jesus Christ, this would make a killer series/chaptered fic with different locations in the tower, christened by Steve and Bucky, all witnessed by different Avengers.

#asks #anon provided writing #bucky barnes #steve rogers #stucky #fic rec

[hopelessromantic423]

Things More Intimate Than Sex

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Sex with Bucky Barnes was great, but there were things more intimate that you had noticed over the course of your relationship. These are those things.

Warnings: Bad writing. Time skips. Angst. Breakup reunion. Cursing.

A/N: Howdy! I wrote this at 3am last night so it might be bad. Thought I would post it anyway :)

You love the little things in life. The little quirks of your boyfriend or the little notes you pick up about people you surround yourself with. You especially love the little things when it comes to intimacy.

Sex with Bucky was out of this world amazing, really, but that wasn't the only deciding factor when it came to loving Bucky Barnes. It was the little moments that felt intimate.

The first time you noticed one of these little intimate moments was sitting next to Bucky on the plane ride back to the compound. You had your headphones in listening to one of your favorite songs.

You heard a murmur and immediately pulled an earbud out and glanced up at Bucky wide-eyed. At this point in your relationship, you had the biggest crush on him but you could barely tell him hello in the hallways.

"Hm?" You said nervously.

"What are you listening to?" Bucky chuckled looking at your cute but curious facial expression.

"Umm.. just a song I've been liking a lot lately. Do you want to listen to it?" You held up the second earbud for him to take which he did. Bucky placed the earbud in his ear and you restarted the song, glancing up at him every few seconds to see his reaction.

He had a soft smile as the two of you sat together. You couldn’t help but blush as your legs brushed together. The littlest touch made your heart flutter back then.

A moment so simple yet you couldn't stop thinking about how intimate it was. Just you and him listening to a song only the two of you could hear.

The second time, you and Bucky had been dating for a few months. It was a nice stormy Sunday morning and you had stayed the night at Buckys. He was still fast asleep with his head dug into his pillow. The little creases from the pillowcase imprinted on his cheek. You sat slowly waking up, admiring him and his good looks. Even asleep he was like a Greek god reincarnated.

It was when you were glancing out the window, admiring the rain pouring outside, you felt Bucky's arm reach around your waist and pull you toward him. His face nuzzled in your neck and his chest was flush with your back.

"Good morning," he mumbled with a deep groggy tone.

"Good morning handsome," you sighed happily, scooting yourself as close to him as possible.

Those were the only words you said for the next thirty minutes. The two of you just sat in each other's company watching the rain. The warmth of your embrace kept both of you content as time passed.

The intimacy in silence was something you enjoyed with Bucky. Whether it be in the car, on a mission, or just pacing around the apartment together. It was a comfortable silence.

Intimacy was never something you searched for. Growing up it was terrifying. The thought of giving a little piece of yourself and never getting it back was maddening. Bucky was the one who introduced real intimacy. The soft kisses on your cheek as you left for work, or the sweet words he would tell you while you were on a date.

The moment that makes your heart soar and your stomach feels like a million butterflies is when he looks at you. Simple, but meaningful. His piercing blue eyes could cut through metal with how sharp they are, but for you, they are like the pretty blue sky and that sky is only looking at you.

It was Tony's annual New Year's Eve party. People paid large sums of money just to step foot in the building, but to you, it was just another event you had to go to.

It was more difficult than other parties mainly because you and Bucky had broken up two months prior. He said it was for safety reasons, and you couldn't change his mind, not even a little.

You sat at the bar with Nat and Wanda gossiping about all the new employees and their love lives. Nat would try and persuade you to go on a date with Steve every hour or so and you would refuse. Most importantly, every minute you would glance to see if Bucky was still at the party, and every time you did, he was not so subtly staring at you with his soft baby-blue sky eyes.

The intimacy of it all. The way his eyes sparkled under the party lights and how the music blurred the moment your eyes found his. Time stopped. No one else saw you looking at each other, it was like your little secret with each other. Like nothing else mattered at that moment except that you were looking at him and he was looking at you.

Your heart felt like it broke every time you looked, and every time he was staring right back at you. It must have been three drinks later and you were fed up with it. The constant need to remind yourself not to waltz over there and kiss him was getting to your head. Liquid courage goes a long way when you are heartbroken.

Bucky was talking to Steve and Sam as you walked up to the brunette with balled-up fists and your eyebrows scrunched together. Bucky looked a little taken back as he watched you pace the party floor towards him.

"James, can I talk to you for a second?" You huffed, not acknowledging any of the other men.

"Yea sure," Bucky answered timidly, placing his drink on the table beside him.

You pulled him off to an empty hallway next to the large party hall. His back was against the wall as you paced a little waiting to say what needed to be said.

"Everything alright? Are you hurt?" Of course, he says that type of bull crap. The perfect, caring, loving man you know is right back to what he knows. It angered you even more just how perfect he is.

"I don't know what game you're playing at Barnes, but it has to stop," you demanded. If it was possible, there would have been visible steam coming from your ears.

Bucky looked taken back. His eyebrows squished together and created a line in between them. His lips scrunched ever so slightly with hands coming up defensively. "What game? (Y/N), you think I would play some twisted game with you?"

"I need you to stop looking at me every five seconds okay? It's getting to be too much,” your eyes everted too the floor as you spoke. It wasn’t until you were done that you looked up at the brunette. Bucky’s expression had changed drastically. He looked sad, but still taken back that you would say such a thing.

"Can I not make sure you're okay from across the room? We haven't spoken to each other all night!”

“So… I don't get why you keep looking at me like... like that!” You pointed at his face dramatically, “How you're looking at me right now."

"Right now, I'm looking at you like you’re insane,” Bucky sighed with a sarcastic tone.

"You know what I mean Buck.” Your hand came up and dragged across your face in frustration. The energy from the conversation was slowly draining you, even though you initiated it. "I'm going to go back to the party."

You were a few feet away when you heard Bucky quietly but surely say, "(Y/N) wait.. I- I miss you."

You turned around, crossing your arms, waiting for what he would say next. In the back of your mind, it was pleading for him to say something that would make everything okay.

"I miss you and that's why I've been staring all night. You look so god damn pretty in that dress and the way I've wanted to walk over and kiss you as if nothing had happened between us.."

Bucky took a breath, glancing at the floor. He always did that when he was too scared to say what he needed to say. He looked mentally exhausted as he looked up to speak again.

"I regret everything that happened two months ago. I was afraid because I'm a danger to be with and the thought of you being hurt because of me... it's my worst nightmare." Bucky’s eyes were deep with sadness as he stared at you, praying you would do anything but walk away.

"I still love you, a lot,” he pleaded. He took two steps closer to you.

You couldn’t help it when a small soft smile appeared on your lips as you walked over to him. His breath was rolling off your cheeks, that’s how close you were. Your hand reached for his as you said, "I still love you too Buck, a lot."

That's when he did it. He looked at you as if you were the only woman in the world. He looked at you like that as you walked back to the party together, and when you walked down the aisle at your wedding and for the rest of your life. The act was simple and pure, but oh so intimate.

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