#there is no good reason to deny bucky barnes his sam

[marvelouslizzie]

"Not a study date"

Summary: You have the biggest crush on Bucky Barnes but despite all your efforts, he doesn’t seem to notice you. Can one study date change it all?

Pairing: College Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, idiots in love, study date, misunderstandings, jealousy, language, oral sex (male and female receiving), protected sex, praise, pet names, no mention of y/n

Word Count: 6.4K

A/N: I really wanted to write a College!Bucky Barnes story and this is it. It’s full of foolishness, miscommunication, and jealousy with a happy ending. This means it’s basically smut with a little bit of plot. I hope you enjoy it and if you do please give some kind of feedback. Every like, comment, and reblog is highly appreciated. Don’t hesitate to message me. Unless it’s hate. That’s never welcome.

All work is mine, please do not repost or translate without my permission.

Read more tag starts after the first paragraph of the story.

Nothing seems to change whenever you visit your best friend's ex-boyfriend Sam Wilson. That sounds weird every time you remember Michelle dated him but things are just fine between them since it was Michelle who just decided to change schools and they ended things on friendly terms. He’s a good friend and really fun to play games with since he’s a sore loser but most importantly he’s your only connection to Bucky Barnes. 

God, that sounds so wrong. Like you are only friends with him just to be closer to Bucky, that’s definitely not the case but you can’t deny Bucky is one of the reasons you are visiting him so often. You like that Bucky secretly watches you two while you are playing games and celebrates your every victory. You know he just loves to annoy Sam but it makes you so happy every time he joins your efforts to brag about winning but that’s mostly it. 

You tried really hard to find some common interests with Bucky so you two can chat. He likes games, he loves reading books and you have a couple of classes together. You have a lot of things in common but nothing sticks for long when you are trying to have a conversation with him. You are not sure if it’s because he’s totally uninterested in you or you are just horrible at flirting. This doesn’t stop you from trying though. 

That’s why you are at Sam and Bucky’s place. Once again you found a reason to stop by and maybe because he has had enough of you, Bucky makes a comment that you did not expect.

“I’m starting to think you have a crush on Sam.”

“What?” The shock you feel is so hard to explain. You how no idea how surprised you sound.

“Well, you are here nearly every day.” Bucky tries to explain his thought process, already sounding awkward because of your reaction.

“Eww, no.” 

“What do you mean eww no?” Sam sounds offended.

“You are my best friend’s ex-boyfriend.”

“And?”

“What do you mean and?” God, does Sam thinks that way, too? You thought you two had an understanding. “You dated my best friend. You are like a brother to me. Of course, I’m gonna say eww.”

“Oh, some kind of girl's code, huh?” Bucky somehow sounds relieved but you don’t notice it’s because of your response.

“Great answer, bub. I was testing you.” Sam’s offended tone instantly disappears.

“Were you?” Bucky questions him before you can. “You sounded really offended to me.”

“Part of my talent.”

The conversation quickly changes into something else but Bucky’s observation sticks with you. Bucky thinking you might have feelings for Sam leaves a sour taste in your mouth. You are here to see him, day after day, and all this time he thought you just came to see Sam. Either he’s blind or you are just not good at showing your intentions. And then there’s a third option that you don’t even wanna think about: He noticed exactly who you are here for and decided to ignore it so he doesn’t have to reject you. Either way, it hurts. 

You consider canceling your study session with Bucky. It’s just gonna be awkward to sit next to him and try to focus on the notes. Plus, you are sure studying alone will be more efficient. No distractions at all.

“About our studying session…” You start to speak before leaving with the intention to cancel your plans.

“Oh yeah, you are still coming, right?” Bucky’s whole face lights up. It’s hard not to see it. He seems excited. “I convinced Faye to share her notes with me. You know how great her notes are. It’s already guaranteed that we will get an amazing score.”

Oh, that’s why he’s excited. Because he used his charm and managed to convince Faye to share her notes. She doesn’t do that often, if ever. She knows how precious her notes are and he’s right. That is literally your golden ticket to get a great score. 

“I was gonna ask if you still want to study together.”

“Yeah, of course. Why wouldn’t I?” He sounds confused.

“I don’t know.” You sound unsure. “Maybe you are tired of me since I’m always around.”

“Oh, come on! I was just joking.” He quickly responds. “You always come here to spend time with Sam. We never hang out just the two of us.”

He’s right. He always stays away from you. Only making comments from far away. Maybe you should’ve taken that as a sign.

“This is not hanging out, either. It’s just studying together.” 

He shrugs and you miss the disappointed expression that passes his face.

“Just come, okay? I promise it will be worth it.”

“Ugh, I’m glad I won’t be here. You two are insufferable. It’s just a study date. No big deal.” Sam can’t help but comment on your conversation.

“It’s not a date.” You and Bucky say at the same time. You look at him, feeling disappointed but try to hide it as much as you can.

“Whatever you say,” Sam raises both of his hands in defense but doesn’t seem like he believed you.

*

This was definitely a bad idea. It’s been a while since you two started studying and you did not understand a word. Not because Faye’s notes are bad. Nope, they are perfect but you can’t seem to focus on the words. The only thing you can focus on is Bucky’s smell. You try really hard not to check him out and it’s relatively easier since he’s sitting close to you but his smell… God, that’s so distracting. You have no idea what exactly it is. It seems like a mix of his own smell, the perfume he uses, and a bit of a sweat. You should be disgusted by the thought of sweat but all you want to do is get closer to him.

You take a deep breath, trying to calm yourself down. This is just a silly crush, nothing more. You can just focus on the notes and learn something useful before the exam. You can do that, right? While you try to read the same sentence for the 19th time, Bucky takes his phone and starts to type something. The idea of him texting someone else while studying with you is so irritating but there’s nothing you can do about it. This is just a stupid study session for him. You push your chair to the back, thinking about getting a glass of water.

“I’m gonna get-” When you notice the awkward expression on Bucky’s face you stop talking. Before he can cover it, you notice the reason he’s looking so uncomfortable. His erection is impossible to hide in those gray shorts he’s wearing. 

“It’s not what you think.” He immediately responds while trying to hide his erection but there’s no way he can tuck it in while you are staring at him.

“Are you really sexting with someone while we are studying?” That’s the first thing that comes to your mind and you can’t keep that thought to yourself. 

“What? No!”

“I mean… it’s alright. You can see or talk to whoever you want but…” It’s so hard to collect your thoughts and turn them into meaningful sentences while your mind is running miles in seconds. It feels so humiliating and not because of the erection. The thought of him sexting someone right next to you… while you tried to get his attention all this time… It just stings.

“What the fuck?” He sounds completely shocked. “I’m not sexting anyone. Why would you even think that?”

“Why else would you get an erection in the middle of studying?” You really can’t think of any other possibilities. Plus he’s still holding his phone. “It’s fine.”

He says your name in a way he never did before. “I’m not seeing anyone. I’m not sexting with anyone. I texted Sam and then I was googling a word I saw in Faye’s notes because I have no idea what it means and I thought it would help me calm down.”

“Oh.” That’s completely unexpected. Then why did he get an erection out of the blue?

“I’m so sorry. I really didn’t want you to find out like this. God! It’s so embarrassing.” His words don’t make sense to you. What is he trying to say?

“Find out about what?” You try to understand him. “That you get erections?”

“What? No.” Then what did he mean? “I didn’t want you to find out… about my feelings… like this.” He sounds so nervous, even more nervous than you are feeling.

“For me?” The question comes instantly because there is no way that’s what he meant.

“Of course for you. Who else?” 

“Wait, wait, wait.” You finally put two and two together. “You just got an erection, because of me?”

“Ihm…” You can’t help but notice how awkward he sounds. “Yeah… I’m really sorry. I’m so ashamed.” He covers his face with both of his hands for a second. Then he continues. “I really didn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable. I swear I’m not a creep. You just smell… so good.”

“You just got an erection because you have feelings for me?” You are sounding like a stuck record at this point but you can’t believe he really said that.

“Yeah. I was planning to ask you out, tonight. That’s why I was texting Sam but… instead… I made a fool of myself.” The panic in tone is so evident. Your eyes go back to his still-obvious erection. “I’m normally not like this. I don’t know what happened. Please forgive me.”

“Do you want me to help you with that?” You ask without taking your eyes off the outline of his erection.

“What?”

“Since you got hard because of me, I’m offering help.” You slowly close the distance between you two.

“That’s not… necessary.” He gulps. “It will go away in a few minutes.”

You have no idea where this wave of confidence comes from. Maybe because he just told you he wanted to ask you out or maybe because the smell of you gave him a hard-on. You just find yourself gently palming his erection over his shorts and he instantly takes a sharp breath.

“What if… I don’t want it to go away?”

“You’re not… you’re not offended?”

“You are not a random creep out in the street, Bucky. I know you. I like you. Why would I be offended?”

“Wait, you like me?” He sounds like he can’t believe what he’s hearing.

“Yeah.” You keep gently rubbing him. He doesn’t take a step back or try to stop you. His eyelashes flutter like he’s enjoying the sensation. “Why do you think I was visiting Sam so often?”

“Not because you have a crush on him?” He asks with a smile.

“Nope, because I have a crush on you.”

“You… have… a crush on me?” It feels like in the span of a couple of minutes, you two changed roles and it’s his turn to feel surprised by your words.

“Yeah. For a while.”

“I guess Sam was right.” 

“Was he?” You ask while you move your head closer. “About what?”

“He said you like me and I’m too blind to notice it.”

“Hmm… Even he noticed it, huh? I guess he is right.” Bucky looks at your lips while you are talking. You can see the idea of kissing you forming in his head.

“Can I…” He sounds like he isn’t sure, yet he tries one more time. “Can I kiss you?”

“My hand is on your hard cock, right now. What do you think?” Your response gives him a huge grin.

“I still wanna hear you say it.”

“Yes, you can kiss me, Bucky.”

He doesn’t need to be told twice. His lips instantly crush on yours, like a thirsty man who finally found a glass of cold water. His lips move fast against yours until you rub on his cock again. It makes him gasp in the middle of the kiss, and the rhythm is lost. You feel how painfully hard he is under your touch. You don’t know if it is your effect or it’s because it has been a while for him. You would like to know, but you don’t want to ask. Instead, your hands move to the waistband of his shorts. You look directly into his eyes, silently asking for permission. He just gulps and then blinks. 

You always thought he was just distant when it comes to you, but you finally realize it was actually Bucky’s shyness. He gets flushed under your touch, struggling to find the right words. He communicates through his body language, but you want to change that a little. You want him to be vocal if you are gonna have sex. That’s when the idea of sucking him off comes to you. Unexpectedly, you kneel and gently push his shorts and boxers down while he watches you with big eyes. There’s no fear or worry behind those eyes. You see how excited but reserved he is. You want to show him there’s nothing to worry about. While directly looking at him, you start to stroke him. His cock is so close to your face, but you don’t make a move, you only move your hand up and down on his shaft slowly. His breathing shutters under your touch, but he says nothing. He just watches you.

“Is this okay?” You ask, already knowing it is. You just want him to talk. You wanna hear his voice.

“Ye-yeah.” He sounds so breathy. You start to twist your wrist a little, just to change the sensation.

“What about this?” He takes a deep breath.

“So good.” 

Maybe he isn’t a talker during sex. That’s fine, but you don’t want to give up that quickly. So this time, you sit on your knees and take him inside your mouth without any warning.

“Jesus fucking Christ!” His reaction makes you want to smile so widely, but your mouth is full of him. “Are you trying to kill me?”

“Why? Don’t you like it?” You ask while pumping him with your hand.

“Just warn me, so I don’t embarrass myself.”

“Embarrass yourself how?” Your question catches him off guard. “I wanna hear those reactions. Don't hold back!” 

He just nods like a good boy, and that makes you smile. You don’t say anything, though. You just take him back into your mouth. This time, he lets out a moan. Your tongue moves around the head of his cock, swirling over and over again until he whines. He literally whines under your tongue and that makes you feel like you won a prize. It doesn’t take him long to grab your hair. He doesn’t try to control your movement or push you. It just feels like he’s trying to find something to hold on to.

You pace up a little, moving your head up and down on his cock while gently massaging his balls. That does it. First, you hear a loud moan that sounds like choking, then before he could even utter a word, the first shot of his come hits the back of your throat. You keep going until he empties himself. While you move away from him, you see his eyes are still closed. He takes a deep breath and opens them just in time to catch you swallowing.

“Oh my fucking god…” He sounds like he can’t believe what he is witnessing. You wonder if no one has ever done this in front of him before.

“How are you feeling now?” Your voice is much calmer than you expect. 

“So good. You have no idea.”

“I might have a little bit of an idea.” You smile while standing up. The hard floor tired your knees so you rub both of them.

“That was just amazing.” For some reason, he sounds younger and inexperienced at this moment. Like this was his first blowjob ever but you know that’s not the case. You heard a couple of stories from Sam, and you know this isn’t Bucky’s first rodeo. Yet, he sounds so affected by you. That directly goes to your ego.

You sit back down on your chair, not knowing what to do next, but it doesn’t take you long to realize Bucky does. He’s already getting on his knees while you give him a confused look.

“You know, that’s not necessary, right?”

“I know.”

“You don’t need to return the favor or anything. I did it because I wanted to.” You have no idea why you are discouraging him to do whatever he is planning on doing. You want to see what he wants, yet you don’t want him to feel obliged or anything.

“And now I am doing this because I want to.” 

He puts his hands on both of your legs, gently pushing them apart. You didn’t realize how turned on you are until this moment. Your focus was completely on him, wanting to make him feel good and you forgot about yourself. You didn’t even realize how wet you are. Carefully, he moves into the space between your legs and pushes your skirt up. His fingers graze over your covered pussy, and you are sure he can actually feel your wetness through the fabric.

“Can I take it off?” God, why does he sound so shy while asking that? And why does it turn you on even more?

“Are you gonna ask my permission for every single move?”

“Do you not want me to?”

“I like it, but you don’t have to ask everything. Not after coming inside my mouth.” You smile after finishing your sentence and you watch how flushed he gets, but you see that he understands what you mean. His hands reach for your underwear and take it off pretty quickly like he can’t wait any longer. He doesn’t touch your skirt, simply gets under it. That’s why you can’t see the first time he licks you. Immediately you move your skirt up to your waist and here he is, buried between your legs. He hungrily eats you out, his long licks sending shivers down your spine. 

“Oh my god!” 

Your reaction makes him look up for the first time. That flushed expression turned into pure hunger. His blue eyes watch every mimic you make while he starts to suck your clit. He definitely started strong, but you can’t complain, especially when you are this soaked. You didn’t even realize you pushed your legs together and trapped him between them until he gently pushed them apart.

“Oh, sorry.” You quickly say, but he doesn’t seem to care. He licks, he sucks, and does everything in his power to crumble under his touch. It’s so intense that you can’t think of anything other than the way he makes you feel. You don’t even notice how quickly your first orgasm hits you. It’s hard and fast. You can’t keep your voice down. No, you moan his name so loudly. If he didn’t come a couple of minutes ago, the way you said his name over and over again would get him hard again. Even with that in mind, he could feel the blood rushing to his dick, yet he keeps licking you until you push his head away.

“That’s… that’s enough.” It’s hard to breathe normally. You really didn’t expect to come this hard. The orgasm is still running through your whole body. 

“Sensitive?” His voice is low yet sweet.

“Yeah, a little.” You take a deep breath. “Just give me a second.”

He does that, but instead of moving away, he puts his head on your leg. After taking a couple of deep breaths, you look at him. He is so pretty like this, looking up to you with big blue eyes and a wet mouth. 

“Feeling better?”

“Yeah.” You smile. “I didn’t expect to come this hard.”

“Well…” You watch a big grin spreading on his lips. “Welcome to my world. I didn’t expect to come without a warning either.”

“That good?”

“Oh, yeah. That good.” He quickly agrees. “Sorry about that though.”

“Sorry about what?” You really have no idea what he means.

“Sorry about coming without warning.”

“Oh. That’s fine.” You stop for a second. “Sorry about giving you a hard-on.”

“The most embarrassing and the most amazing thing that ever happened to me.”

“Hmm… How so?” You fish for more.

“I don’t… You know… Go around getting hard-ons randomly.”

“Really? I thought that happened a lot to men.” 

“Not like this. Waking up with morning wood? Yeah. That happens, but getting an erection in the middle of studying? That’s a first.”

“Happy to have a first in your life.”

“I never came like this without a warning either.”

“Two firsts.” You don’t realize how smug you sound, but he does.

“What about you?”

“I don’t think I have ever come this hard without… you know… something inside me.”

“Is that so?” The way he smiles just makes you feel butterflies in your stomach. “You like to have something inside?”

“If they know… how to use it.”

“Let’s give it a try, shall we?” 

He moves his head away from your right leg, repositioning himself, and before you could say anything, his mouth is on you again. His tongue is gentle, testing the waters to see if you are still sensitive, but honestly, you are not. You just want him to move a little faster. You don’t say it though. You want to see what he is planning. He keeps on licking you for a while, making sure you are ready for his fingers and when he decides that you are, he slowly pushes his index finger inside. You moan in response.

“Does it feel good?” He takes his mouth off your clit for a second to ask.

“Yeah. It feels so good!” You can feel what he is trying to do. He’s building up your pleasure so slowly, you know it’s going to be explosive at the end. He keeps pumping his finger in and out of you while watching your expressions. 

“Do you want the second one or…” You don’t let him finish his question. 

“I want the second one.”

Your response makes him smile again. You are not sure what makes him happier: your eagerness or your openness. It does seem like he isn’t used to getting direct feedback, but he thrives on it. Quickly, he adds the second finger inside and you can’t help but notice how his thick fingers are filling you. It’s such a delicious feeling. You are so lost in it, you don’t realize how he leans back into your pussy. He nibbles your clit carefully while moving his finger at a steady pace. You can’t help but think he knows what he’s doing and he’s good at reading your reactions. He notices you react more when he licks instead of sucks, so he quickly switches back to it.

“Oh, fuck!” You love how his tongue feels against your skin. Your hands find his hair, pulling it gently just to ground yourself. You feel him moan against your clit when you tug on his hair. The idea of him enjoying it somehow turns you on even more. You decide to test it and pull his hair a little bit more when you feel like doing it. His loud moan vibrates on your swollen clit. It’s like he can’t get enough of it.

“Someone likes a bit of pain.” 

He pulls away from your pussy for a second. When he looks at you, you can see how turned on he is. The hunger is evident in his eyes. 

“Someone likes being full.”

“I’m not full, yet.” You aren’t trying to tease him, that’s the truth yet you can see that sounds like a promise to him. The promise of taking a lot more than just two fingers. He doesn’t say anything. He just goes back to licking and pumping his fingers. The only difference is he’s moving a lot faster than before and you aren’t sure how long you can take this before your orgasm comes back to crush you. It’s overwhelming yet not enough. You don’t realize how your body arches before you start to lose yourself in that pleasure.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Words come out involuntarily. “Don’t stop, Bucky. Please. So good. So fucking good.”

He keeps going, keeping that same pace. He wants to encourage you and talk to you, but his mouth is busy giving you pleasure. Hearing you moaning and begging is enough for now.

“Oh, god.” Your whole body starts to shake. It’s like your whole body is electrified. “Yes, yes, yes, Bucky. God, I love your mouth so much.”

He smiles against your clit but doesn’t break the contact. He didn’t think you would be this vocal, but he’s enjoying every second of it.

“Ahh, fuck, ahhh yes.” You moan out while shaking. You have no idea how long this orgasm lasts, but you feel so good. As your shaking starts to slow down, Bucky starts to move slower to match that.

“Mmm.” You knew sex with Bucky would be good but this is definitely how you imagined it. Finally, he moves his mouth away from you when he realizes your orgasm is done. You feel so boneless, so relieved.

“Are you okay?” His question brings you back to reality and you notice your eyes are closed. You open them back up and meet his gaze.

“Oh, yeah, I’m great.” He smiles so proudly.

“Glad to hear that.”

“You have no idea how tired yet relaxed I am feeling right now.”

“Not too tired I hope.” That surprises you.

“Why is that?”

“I thought you wanted to be full.” Then you see his erection. It’s actually impossible not to see how painfully hard he is even though he already came once.

“You want to…” You don’t know how to finish that sentence. You thought you would be done after this. You never had someone who wanted you like this before. The feeling settles into your chest. He wants you. He still wants you that bad after coming so hard. It makes you feel seen and desired.

“Unless you don’t want to…”

“Oh, I do.” Your response is instant. You really do. Even after two orgasms, you feel like you want more. You imagined riding his dick or him bending you over and fucking you hard so many times. You want to know how it really feels. 

“Good.” He stands up, and when his erection is on your eye level, you can’t help but stare. Not every dick is aesthetically pleasing. Some don’t even look like they would feel good, but Bucky… Bucky’s dick waters your mouth like you didn’t already give him a blowjob. You need it inside of you. While you are lost in thoughts, Bucky picks you up from your chair. You let out a small yelp while he offers you a warm smile.

“Just carrying you to the bedroom, doll.”

“Doll?” You never heard him use that nickname before.

“Yeah, you are a pretty little doll. So beautiful and so smart. Very eager and loud.”

You don’t know how to react. A lot of praises combined with stuff that makes you wanna question him more.

“Am I that loud?” You can’t help but ask.

“Oh, yeah, I’m sure my neighbors hate us right now.”

“Oh god.” You feel your cheeks getting red, but he doesn’t seem concerned.

“Don’t let that stop you. I wanna hear how good I make you feel, doll.” He gently puts you on top of the bed. 

“Doll.” You repeat, without an implied question mark. 

“If you don’t like it…”

“I do. I really do.” You want to be his pretty little doll and your reaction makes him smile again. “It’s just new. I never heard you say it.”

“Because it is only for you.” Those words cause different a kind of warmth to spread through your chest.

You watch him open the drawer and pull out a condom. He rips the package off impatiently and puts it on with haste. Seeing how impatient he is makes you giggle and that makes him look back at you.

“What’s so funny?”

“Someone is eager to be inside me.”

“Aren’t you eager to feel my cock inside you?” His words take you by surprise. What happened to that shy boy who couldn’t find the word to tell you what he wants? Your shocked look makes him worry a little. He’s afraid that he crossed some kind of line.

“Fuck, that was hot.” Your words sweep away his fear.

“You like that?” He asks while closing the distance between you. “You like when I say dirty stuff like that?”

“Yeah. I love it.”

“You wanna hear how good you are for me?” You didn’t expect that question at all. He moves closer to you, forcing you to lie down. He positions himself between your legs. “Because you are so good for me.” His words make your pussy clench around nothing. You really need him inside you, and he doesn’t waste any time. He knows you are as impatient as he is. He slowly pushes his cock inside, taking his time and being gentle. He moves back and then forth until he’s balls deep inside you and you can’t hold back that loud moan. It just feels so good to be full.

“Shit.” You throw your head back. Your legs automatically wrap around his torso. He leans down and gives you a long kiss, taking his sweet time so you can get used to the feeling of him. Then he starts to move slowly while his mouth moves to your neck, gently sucking on your skin. It feels great, but somehow it’s not enough. So you start to move your hips with him, matching his rhythm but creating more friction.

“You want more already?” He doesn’t sound judgmental, more like he’s amused.

“Yeah. I need it harder.”

“Harder.” He repeats. “My doll needs it harder.”

Before you can say anything, he moves away from you. A loud whine leaves your lips. You don’t like that feeling of emptiness. You want to protest, but he grabs you by the ankles and pulls you to the edge of the bed. He pushes your legs up and repositions himself between your legs. Then without saying a word, he gets inside you again.

“Holy fuck.” Your reaction comes out instantly. It feels so different, even more full. Then he starts to move, a little harder than before. Even though he isn’t using much force, because of the angle, it feels much better.

“Is it hard enough for you?” He sounds cheeky. 

“Yes, for now.”

“For now.” He repeats your words. “For now is good because we are just starting.”

You would love to say something back, but it feels too good. The only thing you can do is moan. With every moan you let out, he moves a little bit faster, he grows a little bit more impatient. He pays attention to what makes you moan more, which movement makes you lose yourself, and tries to repeat them. The room is filled with the sounds of his skin slapping against yours and how wet you are. Combined with your moans, he starts to lose control and move faster than before. That triggers more moans out of you. It turns into a vicious cycle until you are panting and begging.

“Please, please, please…” You can already taste your orgasm. It’s that close.

“Please what? Tell me what you need.”

“More… I need more.”

“Be more specific, doll. More of what?” That nickname sends a jolt of electricity through your body. “Do you want me to rub your clit?”

“No, no.” That’s not what you need. “I need you to move faster.”

“If I move faster… I won’t be able to hold back.”

“Don’t hold back.” You say while taking deep breaths. “Let’s come together.”

“Are you sure? It won’t last that long.”

“Try to hold back until I say let go.” You really want to come at the same time.

“I’m not sure if that will work.”

“You can stop anytime if you feel like you are about to come before me. That’s okay.”

“But what about…” You don’t let him finish.

“We can build my orgasm back up. It’s there, I can feel it. Just move as fast as you can and try to hold back. You can let go when I start coming, okay?”

He nods, but you see he’s not fully convinced. He just doesn’t want to disappoint you.

“It’s okay if you come before me. Not the end of the world.”

“I don’t… I don’t wanna let you down.” The vulnerability is so evident in his voice.

“You can never let me down. I don’t care if you come early. I will take it as a compliment.”

Your words make him smile a little. His hesitation is still there, but the urge to please you outweighs his worries. He leans down and kisses you in response. Long and full of love. You realize how much your words mean to him just with that kiss. When he pulls back, he starts to move again. He returns to his previous pace and starts to go faster bit by bit. You can feel that familiar feeling of approaching orgasm again. It’s slowly building up, but when you look at Bucky’s face, you notice he’s closer than you are. You need to get there a little faster. That’s why your fingers quickly find your clit and start to rub. When he notices what you are doing, he groans. His hips start to move so fast, you can’t help but scream. Your fingers combined with his fast pace finally push you over that edge.

“I’m coming. I’m coming. I’m coming.” You repeat without thinking and he knows what that means. He can finally let go. His hands grab your waist, getting that support he needs to fuck you into the mattress. The way he moves makes you see the stars. 

“Fuck, doll, I’m coming too!” Your mouth opens for a silent scream while he starts to come. The way he moans and groans fills you with pleasure, knowing you are the reason behind all of that. “Oh, god.” He keeps moving even though he’s done. He wants you to enjoy your orgasm till the last drop and you do. You let yourself thrive on every last bit of that amazing feeling. 

He finally stops moving when he realizes you are done. He gently pulls himself out of you, making you whine a little, and lays right next to you. You turn to your side, facing him while still trying to calm your breathing down.

“You just ruined me,” he suddenly says.

“I ruined you? I think it’s the other way around, mister.” He’s the one who gave you three mind-blowing orgasms and he has the audacity to say this. 

“I don’t think you understand.” He sounds calm yet sure. “Sex never felt this amazing before.”

His words make you giggle a little but you are aware he’s right. It never felt this good before him and there’s no way you can go back.

“You are a thief.”

“Me? A thief?” Your words catch him off guard.

“Yep, you are stealing my thoughts and presenting them as yours.” 

“So it was that good for you too?”

“My mind is blown. You have no idea.” That gives him the biggest grin. 

“Does that mean you will let me take you on a date?”

“What date?” You play dumb. You know exactly what he means but you want him to actually ask. 

“You know what date.”

“Nope, I don’t. I haven’t been asked on a date for ages.”

He grabs your hand and looks directly into your eyes. “Will you go on a date with me, doll?”

“Of course, I will, with pleasure.” And that makes him laugh.

“Yep, a lot of pleasure.”

“Shit!” You suddenly jump.

“What?” He sounds so worried.

“Our exam!” You completely forgot about it. “We were supposed to study!”

“We still have time.” He tries to calm you down. “Just lie down a little until you catch your breath. We have Faye’s notes, remember? It’s gonna be a piece of cake.”

“Oh, yeah.” You remember Faye’s notes. It suddenly changes your mood.

“Are you okay?” He immediately notices. 

“Yeah, I’m fine. We are lucky we have her notes.” You try not to sound bitter but it doesn’t work. He sees right through it.

“Remind me to thank her tomorrow.” You feel the jealousy build up inside you because you know it doesn’t matter how much you beg, Faye never shares her notes, and Bucky managing to convince her could mean only one thing.

“Yeah, I should thank her too.”

“You definitely should.” He watches how your expression changes after his words and his smile grows.

“What are you smiling for?”

“Nothing. I just love seeing you get jealous for nothing.”

“I’m not jealous!”

“Sure, that’s why you look like you wanna stab her a couple of times.”

“No, I don’t.” You deny it at first, but you can see he doesn’t believe you. “I just… know that she doesn’t share her notes with anyone. She must have a crush on you. Which is understandable.”

“Is it?” He’s still smiling like a fool.

“Are you seriously enjoying this?” You are getting so angry that you try to move away from the bed but Bucky grabs your arm and pulls you closer to him. “Let me go!”

“There’s nothing to get jealous about, doll.” He sees you don’t believe him. “I only have eyes for you and that’s what I said to Faye to convince her to give me her notes.”

“What?”

“I told her I want to ask you out, but I wanna impress you with this study date first. She thought it was a great idea and shared her notes with me.”

“I thought this wasn’t a study date.” You remember him denying it was.

“Well, after everything that happened…” He gives you a look that screams sex. “I think we can finally call it a study date.” Those words give you the biggest grin.

“Can we have more study dates like this?”

“Anytime you want, doll. I’m at your service.”

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Hello sera! May I please ask enemies to lovers with bucky please? I accept oneshots and series! Thank you!🫶🏻🤗

Enemies to Lovers

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here are some angsty (& hot) enemies to lovers 😏

* = contains smut

ONESHOT

Elevate Thy Hate by @babyboibucky

Not a day goes by that you and Bucky don’t argue.

I’m With You by @youlightmeupfinn

You and Bucky are enemies, but share a common past. However, Bucky realizes he's in love with you upon watching the Winter Soldier in you unleash, resulting in him having to hurt you.

*we can’t stop, we’re enemies by @sinner-as-saint

After the events of the last battle against Thanos, you teamed up with Sam and Bucky to carry on your superhero duties. You got along with Sam just fine, he was a really good friend to you. Bucky however, was not. From constant banters, to unnecessary hand-to-hand combat, to purposely getting each other in trouble during risky missions, to being the main cause of Sam’s migraines; it was safe to say that you and Bucky considered yourselves to be each other’s nemesis. Although that soon changes when, courtesy of your silly banters, a certain mission goes slightly wrong - one which involves strong chemicals which, unbeknownst to you, were designed to mess with the brain and hormones, thus encouraging the need to breed and procreate amongst all those who inhale it...

pansies, pain, and other things about bucky by @bucky-bucket-barnes

You and Bucky are begrudgingly paired on a mission together. This is less than ideal considering neither of you are too keen on the other tagging along. All goes as normal until a surprise attack severely hurts both of you. Feeling incredibly guilty, Bucky helps you tend to your wounds. He has trouble admitting it, but he wants to make sure you’re safe.

bucky bitchass barnes to the rescue by @/bucky-bucket-barnes

In an attempt to escape from hectic life as an Avenger, you decided to go out on a date. Unfortunately, you got stood up. While Bucky hates you, he hates seeing you embarrassed more and decides to fill in for your M.I.A. date.

*There’s Always One by @summerofsnowflakes

Every wedding has at least one couple that can't seem to keep their hands to themselves and with Tony's wedding a mere 18 hours away, Sam sets up a wager to see which unfortunate couple will fall into the trap.

the one where the protein shake plays matchmaker by @mediocre-daydreams

you and bucky barnes can find any reason to hate each other. new york can find any reason to believe you two are together. when steve asks you to do a co-interview with bucky, the two of you are barraged by dating rumors that you vehemently deny and it breaks bucky’s heart. do you really find the thought of being with bucky so revolting?

*until you ruined it by @gummydummy19

God you fucking hated him. You LOATHED him. Every single thing he did pissed you off.

*I Know Places by @lanadelreyscokewhor3

You hate Barnes, and Barnes hates you. Yet when you get injured on a mission, the lines of love and loathing are crossed... and the single bed Tony has at the safe house ends up being a benefit after all. 

The Thin Line by @stardustdreams-andcaffeine

Of one thing you were certain—Bucky Barnes hated you, and you hated him. How could you not considering the super soldier had made it his personal mission to make your life a living hell after you had been assigned to protect him? But there was someone after Bucky from his past, and now he was forced to work alongside you to stop them. And in the process, you would find out just how thin that line was between love and hate.

try to relax by @grippingbeskar

locked in a room with the winter soldier seems like the worst situation in the world. luckily, you bought a little treat to pass the time.

SERIES

*Stuk Wit U by @slyyywriting

You and Bucky don’t get along. Your fights have become too destructive so Tony and Steve decide that enough is enough.

*Snow by @delaber

Tired of your constant bickering, Sam sends you and Bucky on a mission alone. When the worst possible outcome happens and you’re forced to spend several days together in a small cabin, you finally get to see a different, more pleasurable side to the man whose flesh you’ve always had a thorn in.

Life As We Know It by @whitestarbucky

You had never disliked a person more than Bucky Barnes. But as the universe would have it, you were stuck with him. Under the same roof now after the tragic passing of your two best friends, their child was yours to take care of. With a complicated past plus raising a toddler, you both find yourselves needing to confront a few things before it tears the only family Sarah Rogers has left, apart. 

have i made you uncomfortable? by @marveliskindacool

you and Bucky hate each other. or do you?

A Half-Naked Nurse and Wrong Ideas by @urimaginespimp

you’ve gotten sick and Bucky takes care of you.

i hate you but by @buckybarnesthehotshot

bucky and y/n can’t stand each other, but y/n needs help with her sister’s kids.

*Where Dreams Go To Die by @insomniumstella

Steve’s silly joke happened to inspire the best, or possibly the worst, idea Wanda had ever come up with — send James Buchanan Barnes and y/n on an all-expenses-paid honeymoon in Hawaii. the problem? they cannot stand to be around each other.

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Recovery [Bucky Barnes x Reader]

I wasn't a fan of Bucky, I never liked the idea of super soldiers, even with Steve Rogers

We never got on and now wasn't any different, even if I liked him, doesn't mean I had to literally like him.

He had recently gotten hurt on one of his high priority missions, and it made me feel a sadness in the pit of my stomach that only meant one thing, I had to care for the super soldier.

As much as I'd tried or I'd like to deny it, those jittery feelings I felt betrayed me to the reality of that and I couldn't fight it, especially not now that he had been shot in the stomach, it was pretty serious, even the doctors were putting him under strict conditions, he couldn't do much and I was the one who had to look after him.

"Hey Bucky" I smiled caringly, despite having preconceived ideas about him.

"Oh, you're the help... Nice to meet you, you already know the name" he chuckled.

My walls were up and I couldn't help but feel like he was a good person, but I wasn't made for looking after anyone, not even myself.

"Yeah hi, uh I'm y/n" I mumbled anxiously.

For the first time I actually felt scared, what if I screwed up or what if he did? It was a 50/50 effort, it needed to be.

"I don't need looking after, gunshots take a few days, minimal bruising and they go away, no help necessary" he argued, putting up his defences.

"Bucky, I was sent to help you for a reason, you may not need any help but I'm not a quitter and you got sent me for a reason, it wasn't just one gunshot injury, you were fired on multiple times and it's worse than usual" I said sternly.

"I'm fine, I don't need someone looking after me who- no offense - knows nothing about me or what I've been through, especially now" he said abruptly before he pulled his bedsheets up higher.

"Seriously Barnes, that's not gonna cut it- I know what you're doing and why you're doing it and also that you don't trust me one little bit which is infuriating because I also feel the same way, trust is a hard thing for me too, so don't act like a insolent child and just choose the easy way out- not out, but through- damn it" I stammered, trying to do the right thing.

"I don't need help, seriously, you could get yourself killed don't you know I'm the Winter Soldier, a train assassin who takes lives mercilessly" he spat sarcastically.

"I know that's not you, it never was. I've been made privy to your case file, I know what your situation is, I know you on paper... I just don't know you in person" I said softly, making my way to the bed.

"You mind if I" I gestured towards the bed so he could move his feet and I could sit there.

"Look, I know we barely know each other but you work so hard in the field, it doesn't mean you can't work hard while we're spending time together, we can do more research into the people who are the targets right now... I know Sam's pretty keen on you resting and letting him steer the ship for a while and by the way, just because you're hurt and you need a break that you don't mean anything to anyone, that couldn't be further from the truth" I argued passionately, not caring if he liked it or not.

I just needed to take my role seriously, even if he was some big, scary, super soldier that I needed to be wary of.

The case file and notes contained a lot, but they were no way descriptive of who he was, it was just informative data that didn't have anything about who he was as a person.

"Please just... I don't like trusting new people, I barely contact anyone and I stick to myself, I know you've been around me and proved yourself more than a little bit about being a good agent, but if you want to know me you're gonna have to persevere, I'm not easy to get along with" he said shyly, looking down at the ground and avoiding eye-contact.

"I know how this goes, Barnes, just let me complete my mission, as you do all of yours. You're an inspiration to so many people" I mumbled.

"Yeah and another group of people are equally convinced I'm a killer, I was only pardoned because of Steve, he did all the work, he rescued me, heck, if it wasn't for him I'd never be myself. 90 years I fought and fought and took countless lives, people with families and loved ones, how's a guy like me ever gonna make up for that", he spat, getting angry at himself before he tensed and winced in pain.

"Argh" he groaned, obviously overdoing it.

"If you'd just listen Sargent, this wouldn't be so difficult, for either of us" I lectured as he grunted, this time out of stubbornness.

"I'm taking that as a yes" I smiled, before I squeezed his hand and saw a flicker of hope in his eyes, even though he was trying to hide it.

"Don't call me that, it's not right, I haven't been that fo-"

"For 90 years. I get it, stop being sorry for yourself, I know this sucks but we can work past this. Your therapist has instructed me to be stern with you, you know that you're doing a great job right? I'm impressed with how you've been going. You're allowed to struggle with what's going on, I'm not taking that away from you Bucky" I comforted.

I could tell Bucky secretly - or maybe not so secretly - liked being called Sargent, even if in his mind he didn't fully associate with it, it was the opposite of a trigger, a positive association word.

He took a breath in "okay, I'll give it a go, I will- but you gotta help me and work with me, especially with the new arm, it takes a while to get adjusted to. It's been playing up since a bullet got lodged in the vibranium, but I assume you know how to help with that?".

"Yes I do, I can help with the arm in multiple ways, but it's gonna be good for you to do some physio and manual manipulation for the rest of your aches, after all, you keep throwing yourself in the deep end with these missions. The government are only letting you off the hook because you're providing them with a service. The rest of the world aren't necessarily happy about that, you should be careful" I said calmly.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm aware of the consequences... The government want me as long as I have some ideas about their assets and when they're being targeted I'm considered one of them. If I work with you, what do I get in terms that we'd both understand?" He smirked.

"Careful what you push for soldier- what happens if I was up for grabs, what would you say if I said 'just say the words'" I winked.

"Oh shit, you're not even joking. Doll I think I'm too old for you and miserable but I'd take you up on the offer for a bit of fun" he chuckled, the first time id seen him genuinely smiling the whole time id been around.

"Oh wow not that kind of fun- I'm not saying no, I just-", he paused "shut it Barnes, yeah I get it, sorry y/n" he said, mentally facepalming.

I giggled "you're not too old, you're just right... But let's see how things go first, and how much of a crack you're willing to give it".

"Got it, you won't hear two words from me" he fake saluted.

"James, you just said more than two words" I chuckled again, placing a kiss on his cheek.

"You're gonna make me blush" he fake swooned.

So the journey continued with the Sargent and I.

---A/N

hello I hope everyone is doing well, Darcy is the one writing these Bucky stories because I can't get enough lol, are they gonna release more tftws? because I loved it so much

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Third Wheel

Beefy!Bucky Barnes x plus size reader

Bedrest really sucks, but Captain America is here to make you feel better!

Warnings: mention of guns and injuries, mention of Steve’s weight

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It was a stupid thing really. An experiment went wrong in the lab and now, you were stuck on bedrest with a giant blue cast all the way up to the top of your left leg. You had two weeks left stuck in this stupid fucking bed and you were already over it. You had gone through all of the Netflix library and your eyes hurt from reading. So now, Steve has joined you. 

“… and then Fury put me on suspension, can you believe that!” He spoke into your plump stomach as you ran your hand through his blond hair. “You did run into a building full of enemies with only a handgun with one bullet.” You reasoned and he grumbled into your shirt. “I still don’t like it.” He held you tighter making you giggle and put your phone on the bed beside you. 

“Oh I’m sorry, pet. I know it sucks.” “Thank you for understanding me.” He glanced up at you, blue eyes shining through the hair which had fallen in his face. “Always.” He smiled and settled back down on top of you, giving a sigh of relief. “So Stevie, what did you want to get for dinner?” “Greek?” “We had greek last night.” 

He hummed. “Indian?” “Actually, that sounds pretty good.” “What would you do without me?” You giggled and bent over to give his cheek a kiss. “I have no clue.”

“Bucky!” You shouted into the apartment. After a beat of silence a very disgruntled voice called back. “What!” “Do you want Indian tonight?!” He didn’t answer back, instead the tell-tale thuds of his boots came down the hallway. Bucky appeared from around the corner, a deep frown on his face. His dark brown hair was falling out of the low bun he put it in this morning and he was still wearing the jeans and henley he put on to go into HQ to turn in his mission report.

“I was going to cook tonight.” He grumbled, leaning against the doorframe, crossing his bulky arms over his chest to look disapprovingly down at the two of you. You perked up and gave him a big smile. “Oooo really? It’s been forever since you’ve cooked Jamie. We’d love anything you made.” Bucky smiled warmly at you but Steve lifted his head again and glared at his best friend. “You can’t cook.”

Bucky scoffed. “I’ve cooked for you plenty of times. I have literally nursed you back to health on my cooking.” Steve’s eyes narrowed even more. “That was during the Depression, we’re in the future now!” He waved his arms wildly as if to prove his point. “Well I’m trying to get that one better so she can actually get out of bed instead of having a 250 pound golden retriever pin her to the mattress when he wants to whine like a toddler.” 

Steve’s lower lip stuck out in a pout and hugged you tighter. “Jamie, that wasn’t nice.” You scolded. Bucky rolled his eyes. “He’s literally in my bed cuddling my wife. I think I’m allowed to be a little pissed off.” “She was my best friend before she was your wife.” Steve countered. Reaching your left hand out, your wedding bands conveniently glittering in the evening sun, you reached for your husband. He, of course, could never deny you, so he dragged his feet over to the bed and took your hand, kissing your knuckles. 

“Give Stevie a break, you know him and Sam are going through a tough time.” “Yeah and Sam’s making it my problem.” He huffed, sitting carefully in the pace next to you, trying not to jostle your leg too much and wrapped his arm around your thick waist, resting his head on top of yours. “Oh I’m sorry baby.” You brought his metal arm up to your lips and gave each of the vibranium fingers a small peck. 

Steve took that moment to poke your side and draw your attention back to him. “Hey! I’m the one with all the problems, I should be getting the attention.” “Like an actual kid, oh my god.” Bucky’s head fell back in frustration while you just laughed and kept stroking the other man’s hair with your right hand while your left intertwined your fingers with your husband’s. 

A knock on the door jamb made all of you turn to look at whoever had come into your house without you or the two super soldiers hearing. “Hey um, could I borrow Steve for a minute?” Sam looked sheepishly down at his boyfriend, trying to avoid eye contact with you and Bucky. When Steve didn’t move, you brought your one good leg up and promptly kicked him in the stomach, he gave out a grunt of pain and landed on his side on the floor. 

Bucky chuckled quietly into your hair. “Go on punk, we’ll be here if you need us,” He glanced up at Sam, “And for you too, Pigeon.” Sam gave a nod of thanks and walked away, presumably out of the house. Steve was frozen for a second then scrambled up onto his feet and ran after the other man.

“Not even a thank you for putting up with him. I swear I raised him better than that.” You giggled and settled into his arms, sighing as the familiar warmth enveloped you and you rested your head on his muscular peck. “You’re such a good dad.” You joked. “Yeah yeah.” He gave your plump body a squeeze before speaking again. “So Indian?”

“I thought you’d never ask.” 

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[terry-perry]

Could i please request something where both Marc Spector and Bucky Barnes are in love with you? I love the way you write for both of them and they're both so similar, you know?

They kinda are, aren't they?

An idea I came up with. Can be read as like an AU for my Steve Rogers AU, but also can be read as its own thing.

Marc was introduced to the team after they learned of his background as a mercenary and how he helped save the city of Cairo not too long ago. He was a little rough around the edges, but managed to get along well with everyone. Especially with Y/N.

She was patient with him the way no one else seemed to be. She showed genuine effort in trying to understand his complicated life that also involves Steven.

Speaking of, Steven definitely liked her. He enjoyed talking to her about where she came from and how it compared to the myths and legends he learned about Asgard. She detailed everything to him as she was equally fascinated by his knowledge in Egyptology. Her people were aware of other deities and the multiple afterlives. She was curious about them since she was a child, but could only learn so much from her family's library. Her father, being who he was, felt no need for such knowledge unless it was important to Asgard.

She was happy to have someone with similar interests.

Bucky, on the other hand, didn't know what to make of this. For one thing, it takes time for him to fully trust others. Y/N had been one of the few exceptions. It was first because of how Steve trusted her, and he trusted Steve. But then there was Wakanda. That was the time he knew he could trust her with his life and vice versa. He became loyal to her as she took care of him and his mind. She helped put it back together as well as his heart.

He never told her of his feelings. During that time, she was still with Steve. Afterwards, it still didn't feel right. He wouldn't even know where to begin with trying to court someone like her. She was special and only deserved the best.

This Marc and his alter Steven certainly seemed to have the same idea. He watched her with them, how she shined with fascination at whatever Steven would tell her. He'd see the way she'd comfort Marc in a similar way she did when Bucky was doubting himself all those times.

He didn't hold it against her for spending time with him. She was a naturally kind person who cared about the well-being of others. He couldn't deny, however, the fact that he wanted to keep her good heart all to himself. What they had was special to him. Call it selfish, but he didn't want to share it.

Thus began this competition for her attention. Bucky and Marc came up with various reasons to spend time with Y/N during the last few weeks. Trying to be the first one to pair up with her for assignments, offer assistance only they can offer, ask for assistance only she can offer. During their free time, trying to find moments alone with her even if for a minute.

It wasn't anything personal between the men. They liked and respected each other enough. But there was definitely a rivalry forming between them. And apparently it was starting to become obvious.

"You both need to chill the fuck out,"

Sam's lecturing tone was bad enough, but now Sharon came by their table to hiss at the two of them.

She had just come back from helping Y/N into her dress. They were working undercover in London, which led them to a club in one of the seedier parts of the city. The person that ran the operation they were on the lookout for also ran that place. They managed to get in with forged invites and IDs, some mind tricks from Y/N, and her cover of being an up-an-coming singer that was supposed to perform that night. It was obvious why the men of the club actually wanted her there, but whatever could get the team in.

"What are you talking about?" Bucky asked.

"Whatever is going on between you and Y/N. You two have been all over her since day one."

"I told them," Sam stated, still looking at the guys with disappointment. "You guys might as well go on opposite sides and see who she goes to."

"It's not like that," Marc tried to explain. Though he was also starting to worry. He didn't want to think they were coming on too strong and making Y/N uncomfortable.

"It's exactly like that," Sharon argued. "And if you bothered to notice, you'd know she's got enough to worry about without you fighting over her attention."

"What do you mean?" Bucky asked.

"Think about it. All of her family is gone, she's had to deal with the responsibilities of being a queen -- something she didn't even want to be in the first place. Plus, she's still trying to deal with the fact that Steve's gone."

A stunned silence fell among the table with only the sound of the live band and rowdy crowd being a form of white noise until Bucky spoke.

"I thought that was mutual," he said confused.

He knew that was a stupid thing to say the second he said it. So did everyone else.

"So?" Sharon asked nastily. "That doesn't mean it didn't hurt when he left. Steve was the love of her life. She thought they were going to be together forever. But not only does she realize he never moved on from Peggy, but also has a way to get back to her? It's not exactly something that makes you feel worthy of love."

"Look," Sam sighed, looking at the pair of chastised men in front of him. "We're not saying you don't care about her. I'm sure y'all do. But instead of focusing on what you can have with Y/N, just be there for her."

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[cratlord]

Prince of the Seas - Chapter 17

Pairing: Bucky x Ruby / Some Bucky x Killian

Summary: Things did not get better for Bucky Barnes after he and Sam had their adventure. They got worse. After years of living only through stolen moments of his own life, he is given a chance to build a life in a whole new world. The catch? That life is going to be a very, very long one. This is the tale of the life built in the Realm that will one day be known as Misthaven, or the Enchanted Forest.

Warnings: Depression, Anxiety, suicidal thoughts, violence, Sexual content

It had taken less than half an hour for Bucky and Elanor to break camp.  Luckily, they weren’t far from the town still, having been only one day out.  They were able to make it back to town before midnight.  While Bucky went to put on his armor, having been in light woodsman leathers, Elanor went directly to her office at the garrison.  She had taken over as the first officer when her father had ousted the dandy the king sent, along with all the paper pushers.  Threats had been made, and warnings given, that if they didn’t cooperate with the royal demands, then fresh troops wouldn’t be sent.

That was twelve years ago.  The Duke had seen to it that not only were fresh troops sent, but the number of them had doubled since the last rogue sorcerer had come through the region.  That left them with nearly 150 elite troops, though a few dozen were out manning the outposts.  And wasn’t that a relief, since it had been through the outpost chain that the message had been received.  

She was barely in her office when, despite the late hour, her second bustled in.  “My lady, updates ready for you.”

“Tell me while you help me into my armor,” she snapped back.  She was glad she had been dressed for action, since that meant she was already wearing a form fitting shirt and leather jerkin, along with tight leather pants to fend off the early spring chill of the evening hours.  

Her second was a man named Char.  He was young for an officer, even if his father was a baron, and some had accused him of bribing his way to his position.  Elanor knew better.  He had been in this garrison for four years now, and had been hand picked to be her second through her own judgment, seconded by her fathers.  He was observant, professional, quick, a good fighter, and just all around intelligent.  If he was also a bit easy on the eyes, then who was Elanor to deny it.  She was far too old to be worrying about petty little things like social niceties as they pertained to unattached women.  

Not that she had actually said anything to Char, or to anybody else for that matter.  It hadn’t stopped Bucky and Teddy from noticing, the former of which at least was nice enough to simply smirk knowingly when he caught her eyes wandering where politeness would normally dictate that they shouldn’t.

He began tying on her various pieces of armor for her while he dictated.  “Signals so far have only one advance, three ogres strong.  They are baring the brown hand on their face, with two eyes, so that puts them at what Lord Eldar calls the Twosies tribe.”

Elanor couldn’t stop the little giggle that escaped her at the sheer exasperation as the usually stiff and formal officer was forced to say Twosies.  

Char rolled his eyes and sent El a fond smile which she barely caught before it was gone again.  Her stomach fluttered at the little crooked smile which she so rarely got to glimpse.  The flutter only intensified as he knelt and began to work the straps at her side, making sure her armor was secure, yet not so tight she couldn’t move in it.  She shivered slightly when his fingers accidentally brushed her waist.

Ever observant, Char noticed her shiver and paused.  He looked up at her, his expression not as stern as usual, but still unreadable.  It looked as if he didn’t even know what he was thinking in that moment.  

“I made you my second for a reason, Char,” she breathed, looking directly into his eyes.  “Tell me, what are you thinking?”

He boldly met her stare.  “I am torn, my Lady.”  

Elanor nodded encouragingly, even as she barely breathed waiting for what he would say.

“I am glad to be marching to protect our homes by your side.  I know our odds of survival are far better with great warriors like you and your father.”  He stayed on his knee next to her, but his hand left her armor straps and oh so gently grabbed her hand, encasing her delicate thin fingers entirely in his own much larger ones.  

“I know you are the greatest warrior in the village, Lord Eldar not withstanding, but all the same…” He trailed off.  He licked his lips and swallowed visibly before continuing.  “A foolish part of me wishes you didn’t need to go.  While I know you are particularly suited to battle, the idea that you could die in this war chills my heart through.”

Elanor turned to face him fully, a soft smile blooming across her face.  “That you know that part of you is foolish speaks well to your wisdom.  But know, I will fight secure knowing that it will be you by my side, because I know you would not let anything happen to me.”

Their eyes stayed connected, the intensity of their gaze drowning out the bustle of the garrison coming to life to prepare for the ogres.  Her heart skipped a beat as his warm, calloused thumb gently trailed across the back of her hand.  Her knees felt almost weak as he slowly pulled her hand forward and placed a gentle kiss on the back of it.  

Then, as if the moment was broken by some unseen signal, they both looked away from each other.  Char released her hand and began working on the various buckles and straps of her armor again as if their little interlude had never happened.  

“The enemy appears to be making rapid strides towards the region.  They are not yet as far as Tangle Grove, but the people of that village have already evacuated and are on their way here,” he said quietly, but firmly in his usual way.  

“Good,” she said, turning herself to make it easier for him to get the other side.  “Do we have any word on the main body?”

Char shook his head as his fingers went deftly about their task.  “Not as of yet, but we do know these came down the East Mountain Pass, between posts 4 and 7.”

At that moment, the door opened to admit Bucky.  He was now properly attired in his usual battle ready black leathers.  His armor was the definition of function over form, made from various salvaged pieces he’d ‘liberated’ or purchased over the years, each with their own style and shape.  The only similarities were that they were all died black and they all fit him at least well enough to be functional.  He’d never let anyone make him his own suit before, though he’d never told El or Teddy why.  

He walked right by Elanor and took her seat behind her desk, watching both of them carefully on his way past.  He watched as Char began strapping on the grieves onto his daughter’s legs, and basked in the tense silence his arrival had created, certain that the tension had been of a slightly different kind before he’d gotten there.  A knowing smirk pulled at his lip as he leaned back in El’s chair and folded his hands before him.  

“You know, I feel like we got this really turned around,” he said lowly, but still loud enough for Char to make out his words.  “Usually a father gets upset when a man takes off his daughters clothes, not when he helps her put them on.”

Elanor shot him a scathing look, but her blush gave away her true feelings.  As for the poor bastard helping her dress, he continued on as if he hadn’t heard the father of the woman he served comment on what he was doing.  He did have suspiciously pink cheeks though.  Which naturally only made Bucky laugh.  

“Relax, princess,” he chided, putting exactly zero stock in her murderous death glare.  “You know I don’t mind.  Someone needs to get me some grandkids at some point, and I am well aware of what that process entails, having been a part of it twice myself.”

Bucky felt his esteem of the man raise slightly when he noticed the slight quark of his lip as the young man attempted to keep from chuckling at El’s reactions.  She had always been energetic and a bit dramatic.  It made her so much fun to rile up.  

Case in point, she was currently gasping and huffing at him, muttering obscenities that would probably make the poor man helping her blush even redder.  Her vitriol only got funnier the more Bucky laughed.

Finally, El rolled her eyes.  “You are such a shit, Papa.”

He scaled back his laughter until he was just looking up at her with that particular twinkle in his eye.  “I thought we already established that I have been a shit far longer than I have even been a god.”

“Are you ever serious?” she snapped back.  “Ogres are headed towards a village and you are teasing me about grandkids.”

The twinkle faded from his expression as he stood.  “I’ll go check on Al.”

And with that he left, shutting the door softly behind him.

Silence filled the office until Char finished with the last buckle.  He stood back up, keeping his feet planted as he did so that as he stood he ended up so close to El’s back she could feel the warmth of him.  She leaned back slightly so that her back pressed against his firm, leather armor clad chest.  

“My father is the same,” he murmured into her hair as his arm snaked around her shoulders.  “He spent his youth on the Western Border fighting off his majesties enemies from Tolben.  He will joke and speak of everything but that which haunts him.”

El pouted.  “Seems like it would be easier just to get it off his chest so he could be through it already.  A burden shared is half as great.”

Char took a deep breath, inhaling the floral notes of the soaps and oils El used for her hair before letting it out in one deep gust.  “To share a burden, one must relive it.  He seems to me a man who is burdened with great sorrows.”

“And what do you know of him?” she snapped.  Immediately she clicked her teeth together and closed her eyes as regret washed over her.  She opened her eyes and gently pulled his arm from her shoulders.

He stepped back from her to look into her eyes as she turned to face him again.  “Only what I’ve seen.  The way the surgeon makes him shiver so much he cannot bare to be in the room with him, or the way he sometimes stares into the sunset and appears miles away.  How sometimes he looks at his left hand and traces the golden patterns with his thumb, lost in thoughts he will not share.  He carries himself in training like a man who has seen much of battle, and no man sees that without having scars.”

She licked her lip and bit it, a habit she shared with her father.  Her head lowered and she leaned forward until her head rested on Char’s chest.  “You’re right.  I’ve seen these things too.  I shouldn’t have snapped at you.  I just…”

Silence followed as he gave her a moment to sort her thoughts.

“I just want him to be happy.  I fear that the longer mother is gone, the more of the Papa who raised me slips away.  He smiles less, he is always working on something, and he no longer does anything simply for the joy of doing it.”  She bit her lip again and lifted her now gloved hand to grab at the edge of Char’s armor.  “Now with Teddy gone, I fear it will only get worse.  That he will speak in nothing but quips and business, and spend more time in his solitude.  That he will eat nothing but sustenance to stay alive and deny himself even the most basic of joys.  Aunt Alana said that when they arrived here originally, the townsfolk spoke of him more as a ghost than a man.  They gave him offerings and asked him for help, but nobody even knew what his laugh sounded like, or if he even liked the things they gave to him.  

“I do not want him to become a ghost again…”

“Then we will not let him,” Char said with confidence enough to draw Elanor’s eyes back up to his own.  “I will help.  We will remind him that life did not end with his wife.  We will keep him engaged until he has a chance to heal.  We will draw him out of himself, piece by piece, until he remembers how to smile again.”  He smiled.  

“You don’t have to do this alone.  In fact, I think it will be better for him if you don’t.  He is loved here by all.  It wasn’t just Lady Lisbeth who ran the White Candle all those years, and it wasn’t Lady Lisbeth who founded and trained this outpost into the most respected garrison in the entire kingdom.  And it wasn’t the kind Lady, as great as she may have been, who has helped build and guide and protect this village for centuries.  The scrolls in the library say this village was barely three winters old when he arrived.  The least we can do is care for our god as he cares for us.”

She smiled softly at her second in command.  “Thank you, Char.”

He returned her smile, and gently grabbed the hand which was still clinging to his armor and held it delicately in his own.  “For now though, I think you should speak with him.”

She nodded and pulled her hand from his slowly.  He watched her as she finally turned away from him and let herself out of the office.  

It was still the middle of the night, but the night guard was an anthill of activity.  Men ran as quietly as they could in their armor, trying to let the day watch get their sleep while also doing everything they could to get ready to march.  This town had no walls, so the only choice they had was to go out to meet the Ogres and try to kill them before they made it this far.  That meant they would need to be marching as soon as possible.  Many of the men paused long enough to snap a fist to their heart as she passed, before bustling on their way again.  

She gave them barely more than a passing acknowledgment as she strode towards the stables.  Altair got nothing but the best in everything.  The best stall, the best grooms, and the best meat.  Spoiled little shit. Of course, he was the magically bound mount of a god, and had not only never been beaten in a race, but also tired out at basically the same rate as her father.  Which was to say, he could run at a full sprint nearly all day, then fight a battle if necessary.  On top of that, he would permit no man to ride him except her papa, and on a few choice occasions, herself.

Bucky was exactly where he said he would be.  He had a brush in hand and was smoothing out nonexistent tangles in the immaculately maintained glossy fur of the horned beast while humming a tune she didn’t recognize.  It sounded a little sad, or maybe it was just the dead eyed look he was wearing that made her think so.

Elanor had always thought Altair was very much like her father in many ways.  At first glance, all people tended to see was the fierce flame in their eyes and the many pointy and powerful ways they could cause the death of you.  They exuded raw power and a sort of dangerous wild quality that made many very uneasy.  To those who knew though, they were both very soft.  The only creature she knew who was as loyal as her father was that damn horse, who would literally forgo the ability to die just to stay by his side, a sacrifice Elanor was only recently getting old enough to appreciate.  

They were also both the only ones of their kind.  Bucky had told her once that gods were singular beings.  Even if there were multiple of them, each one was so different as to make it very difficult to maintain close ties, even if they were friends.  

Altair was the last blutford left, as far as anyone knew.  Their species are shaped directly by the magic they consume in infancy, which means that he was as much a part of Bucky as Bucky was.  The rest of the blutford’s were not so lucky as to find a master like him though.  Their value as mounts was lauded most ardently, so that opportunistic poachers took out herd after herd, not bothering to learn about them, or understand that their kind needed magic blood to survive their early years.  Altair’s heard was one of the last ones left, and now even they were gone.

Elanor stood behind the door to the stall, watching her father fuss over the spoiled stallion.  

His humming stopped, which was the only warning she got before he spoke quietly to her.  “We didn’t know it was coming,” he muttered, almost offhandedly.

El blinked in confusion.  “Didn’t know what was coming?”

“My first battle.”

Her eyes widened and she froze, scared that if she moved too much he might change his mind and stop talking.  He didn’t stop, and later she would wonder if perhaps she had been naive to think she could help him at all.

“We were driving down a forest road when explosives took out the front of the convoy.  We were surrounded before we were even out of the back of the transport trucks.  I was second in line to get out when the fella in front of me got his head shot out.  I didn’t even notice the chunks of him blowing all over me, seeing as how I was too distracted by the whistle of the bullet damn near cleaning my clock too.”  

She had no idea what a truck or bullets were.  She did understand what chunks were though, and that a man’s head had ended up all over her father.  She’d gone with her father to fight a couple sorcerers over the years.  They had spells which could turn a tree into splinters.  These bullets didn’t sound so different.  The thought nearly turned her stomach.

He kept brushing the horse, staring intently at what he was doing and not at Elanor, who knew that he knew she was there.  

“Moment my boots hit the ground, my gun was up and I was shooting.  Problem was, I didn’t even know where the damn bastards were.  They were hiding in the trees.  I turned to find my own superior to see if we had any plan for this, and spotted him just in time to see him start coughing up blood while he keeled over with six holes in him.

“I didn’t have time to think of any better plan, so I just used my own superior’s bullet holes to figure out what direction they were coming from, then ordered my boys to follow me.  I got no idea how we managed to not get shot that day.  I know there was more than one close call.  Still, it wasn’t ten minutes later the shooting stopped and we managed to kill every single one of those fucks.  Turned out, there were only fifteen of them.  They just got lucky and caught us unaware.  They weren’t prepared for our unit to be elites, there were expecting regular infantry.”

He sighed.  “We had only been traveling with two officers higher than me, and the one who wasn’t dead had a fresh hole of his own through the leg.  I ended up having to take charge of the whole group.  When we made it to the base camp with the higher officers, I was promoted to Staff Sergent, to take the bastard’s place who got pumped fulla holes.”

There was silence.  This Elanor was used to.  Her father was like that.  He would speak for a while, then go silent, and usually if you waited, he had more to say.  She’d heard him speaking with Blue before, conversations which lasted hours but whose content could barely fill one page written.  She waited patiently.  

Nobody came into the stables, since the horses would be the last to waken, as the soldiers needed their mounts fresh.  She could only hope, taking in the dozens of resting animals, that they managed to kill the scouts and receive reinforcements before the main body arrived.

“I know you’ll do great out there, princess,” he mumbled, though his tone dripped with melancholy.  “You’re too much like me not to.”

He sighed and finally put the brush to the side.  Altair stepped slightly to the side to give him plenty of space to pass with no visible signal from Bucky that he wanted him to do so.  Bucky just moved through the stall, taking it as a given that Al would know what he wanted and not be in his way.  When he stopped out of the stall, he looked down to meet his daughters eyes.

For the first time in her life, Elanor felt like she understood what everyone else must have felt like looking into her father’s eyes.  His face was void of all emotion, but his eyes were glowing, his brand of magic pouring out of them and caressing her very soul.  She knew enough about magic at this point to know he had no idea he did this.  His power was simply so great, it poured out of him, an inexhaustible fountain which flowed out and under people’s skin, making them feel a spark of the judgment he contained. Today, it was worse than usual.  Whether it was the memories of blood and violence, or the upcoming battle with ogres, his magic felt denser, sharper, and far more dangerous than it usually did.  

Bucky was so caring for his village, it was sometimes easy for Elanor to forget exactly how deadly her father was.  There was no forgetting it today.  Even without having to look at him, a normal person would likely feel his lethality with him simply entering a room.  

He lifted a hand and gently brushed his knuckled down his precious daughter’s cheek.  “This won’t be like hunting sorcerers.  Ogres don’t enslave people, they just eat them.  And when they come, they come in waves.  Those waves can last years.  Some will escape, and in a century or two, they will return, as numerous as they ever were.  You and your brother will likely live to see more than one ogre war.”

He searched her eyes and seemed to find what he was looking for, because his expression shattered into grief and he moved his hand from her cheek to the back of her head so he could pull her into his chest.  She relaxed in his hold and wrapped her arms around his back.  

“You are too much like me,” he muttered into her hair, a hitch to his voice.  She felt his body tense up around her, his breath coming in lurches.  “Please,” he begged as he held her, “I need you to be better than me…”

She squeezed him and reeled internally.  “Papa, I don’t understand.”

He forced a deep breath and a shiver wracked his frame, though his grip on her didn’t lessen.  Then, like when a damn breaks, so did he.  Just like when her mother died, he crumpled.  Every breath was a gasp and his whole body quivered and lurched.  

The world faded out of her notice as she held her papa and for only the second time in her life, she witnessed him sobbing.  He wasn’t sobbing for her mother, who was dead, but for herself, who was still alive and holding him.  He didn’t seem to care either when soldiers bustled into the stables, likely intent to check on the horses, then instantly turned and fled.  She didn’t know what to do.  She was panicking and had no idea how to fix it.

And then, he stopped.  

Just like that, he straightened up and released her, making sure to keep his hands on her shoulders so that she wouldn’t lose her balance from the sudden shift of being let go from how hard he was holding her.  While he did this, a barely there flash of flame swept over him, removing any evidence of his breakdown from his face, leaving him dry and barely even a bit pink around his eyes.  

She bit her lip and looked up at him helplessly.

He avoided her eyes, but kept his hands on her shoulders.  

They were silent for several minutes, neither one of them moving.  Finally, Bucky took a deep breath and forced himself to look at her.  He was back to his blank state.  

“There will never be a time when everything is right,” he murmured.

El cocked her head in confusion.  “Okay?”

His brow furrowed as he considered how to say what he needed to say to her.  He licked his lip then nibbled on it, a thing he had seen her do countless times as well.

“Elanor,” he began, releasing her shoulders to delicately grab her face with his mismatched hands.  He looked deep into her beautiful eyes, so like his own set in a face very like her mother’s.  “It’s good to want to help people, to take care of them, but there is nothing that would make me sadder than seeing you live the same kind of life that I have.  Don’t sacrifice yourself, your happiness and your centuries, to protect and care for others while you neglect your own life.  Don’t wait for a time when you’re not needed to allow yourself anything of your own.  If you do, you’ll never have anything.”

Before she could respond he pulled back and entered the stall again, grabbing the saddle from the stall door as he passed it.  Elanor stood there, watching, as her father saddled his mount then put on the rather pointless bitless harness which Al preferred, which was barely more than a small loop over his nose Bucky could pretend to steer with.  Then he leapt easily onto the enormous beast.  

El stepped aside and watched her father ride past her.  As soon as they were completely out of the stall he turned back, his face set in its normal resolute expression.  

“I’m going to scout ahead.  Join me at outpost 4.  I’ll reinforce them as soon as I get the positions of our enemies.”

With that, he turned forward and with no visible prompt, Al leapt forward and began sprinting out of the stables.  Neither one of them looked back, not even when she made it back to the door and watched them turn onto the road outside the garrison and head out towards the road east.  Her mind was roiling with everything her father said, coupled with the few stories of his life before their mother that she knew.  

She was so lost in thought she didn’t even notice Char and the two who had walked in on her father crying entering the stables from the other door.  She was still watching the road, a million mental miles away, when a large, firm hand gently grabbed her shoulder.  She startled slightly, then turned to see her worried looking second who’s eyes were scanning her every micro-tic of expression trying to figure out what was wrong.  

It warmed her heart.  Something about this man worrying and fussing over her always just warmed her heart.  

She blinked as it finally clicked.  Her father was over two centuries old even when he fell into this world… and that was centuries ago.  Her mother was his first and only wife.  She was the only person he considered the love of his life.  Her head spun with the implication that she was the first person to ever really love him back… after all those centuries of caring for everyone else.  He had spent all that time alone.

“My lady,” Char began.  

Before he could finish asking her what was wrong, she turned and stepped into his personal space.  Her hands lifted, sliding into place on either side of his face and pulling him forward and down even as she raised onto her toes.  He froze completely as her lips brushed against his.  She wasn’t a quitter though, so she just pulled his face a little closer, one hand reaching back and burying itself in his hair, and kissed him more firmly.

That seemed to get through to him.  He gasped and she took advantage of it to deepen the kiss, sliding her tongue into his mouth and finally tasting him as she’d been dreaming of for months.  He didn’t let his shock rule him for long before he slid his hands around her waist and pulled her in as close as possible in their respective armor, then proceeded to give as good as he got in their kiss.  

The kiss was passionate, but it didn’t last nearly long enough.  As much as she wanted to keep kissing Char, she knew there was still a mountain of work to do and she had barely even started.  She pulled back far enough to see his face as his eyes fluttered open and gave her a look full of wonder.

“I love you.”  

A grin spread across his handsome face, showing his solid white teeth, perfect but for the slight overlap of the front two.  He slid one arm around her back and pulled her in again while his other grabbed her face as he kissed her again, this time slow and meaningful.  As soon as he parted his lips from her again, he pressed his forehead against hers.  

“I love you, too.”

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#bucky barnes fanfiction #james buchanan barnes #mcu crossover #once upon a time crossover #dad bucky #our boy aint okay

[dynamicduoofstackie]

Fake SamBucky fans: We love Sam and Bucky as a couple if Steve can't have him in Canon. He's not white or a woman. But until someone better comes along, Sam will do. 😅

Me:

I ship SamBucky because Sam choose on his own to search for Bucky after how badly they treated each other with Sam dropkicking Bucky on the street and Bucky ripping off Sam's wings before kicking him off the hellicarrier.

Sam literally went from 'I don't think he's the kind you save. He's the kind you stop' to 'where do we begin' in his steps towards helping bring back Bucky. Steve didn't ask it. Sam volunteered. It's sweet that no matter how much Sam acts like he hates Bucky, he was willing to give up his secure job to search for him. Clearly, he saw Bucky was redeemable enough to risk approaching a guy who normally attacked first and asked questions later.

No matter how much they pretend they can't stand each other, they always find themselves drawn together in a crisis. Whether its fighting a teenager in pjs at an airport or dealing with an alien invasion, Sam and Bucky always had each other's backs.

Sam doesnt need to write out in big letters in the sky that Bucky means everything to him. Sam shows his care in little ways and Bucky is lucky to have someone in his corner to treat him like a person and not a weaponized accessory or just Captain America's best friend. He sees Bucky as Bucky and let's his opinions be known accordingly with no ulterior motives.

Sam is someone who checks in on him without prompting because he recognizes Bucky as a PTSD victim and POW without trying to lecture him like he's one of Sam's patients. Sam defends Bucky automatically against people like John Walker and Zemo. He teases and argues with Bucky like a schoolyard kid with and crush. Fights at his side, trusting Bucky to have his six.

Sam is someone who gives him that little drop of normalcy by welcoming Bucky into his family. He let Bucky around his most vulnerable, precious people because Sam trusts Bucky and wants to show him off to his family.

Bucky showed he cared with how determined he was to give Sam the shield. The fact he considered that shield his only family and Bucky fought to give it to Sam means something that people fail to notice. Bucky could have stolen it for himself. It was his last reminder of Steve; wherever old man Steve is. But he wanted it for Sam because he believed in Sam and he clearly wasn't ready for that kind of responsibility in Infinity Wars.

Bucky gave Sam a whole suitcase full of Wakandian tech, using his last favor from the Dora Milaje because he believed in his man that much. He knew he was on thin ice with them but he needed something to convince Sam that he was the one.

Bucky doesn't trust easy. So for him to put all his trust in Sam time after time. They consuled each other in Endgame. Sam was the only Avenger remaining that kept checking on Bucky despite their supposed bad blood. Bucky willingly opened up to Sam about his nightmares when it was like pulling teeth for Dr. Raynor to open about anything.

When they both refused to acknowledge what they had, Bucky was willing to face off John Walker so that Sam could talk to the terrorists. They argued constantly but Sam and Bucky where never vicious to each other like jaded Sharon Carter was to Bucky. Their arguing was their own love language. Whenever they would say 'I hate you' it had no real fire and is said more with fond annoyance.

Sam worried about Bucky long after Steve disappeared and Bucky gave his blessing the moment he saw old man Steve on the park bench. SamBucky is amazing because they went from two perfect strangers whose only connection was their best friend Steve Rogers; to two petty and in love people who proved they can survive together without Steve as long as they have each other.

Sam Wilson deserves Bucky Barnes and Bucky Barnes deserve Sam Wilson because they can be real with each other and know the other ain't going anywhere.

Periodt.

#sam wilson #bucky barnes #sambucky #winterfalcon #sam x bucky #sam wilson and bucky barnes #real sambucky fans only #sambucky should not be a substitute for stucky #sam wilson deserves romance #sam wilson deserves bucky barnes #bucky barnes desrves sam wilson #sambucky purist #sambucky super husbands #super husbands #there is no good reason to deny sam wilson his bucky barnes #there is no good reason to deny bucky barnes his sam #enemies to friends to lovers #sambucky should be canon #the falcon and the winter soldier #tfaws #sambucky is a enemies to friends to lovers trope #what we not going to do is use sam wilson as a substitute for steve rogers #what we not going to do is hate on sam wilson #petty and in love

[breakablebarnes]

hi Kate!! ❤️ can I request something? I recently had surgery done and I've been emotional and in pain :/ I'm stuck eating soup and it sucks!

Can I maybe get Bucky taking care of his s/o under similar circumstances? Your writing always heals me <3333

Comfortable | Bucky Barnes

pairing: TFATWS!bucky x enhanced!female reader

words: 917

warnings: MINORS DNI, swearing, mentions of injury/surgery, physical pain/discomfort, some angst, Bucky feeling responsible for the injury

summary: After breaking your arm on a mission, you must have surgery. This means lots of lying-in bed watching Netflix while your super soldier boyfriend takes care of you.

A/N: Thank you so much for the request, love! I hope you enjoy it (: and I hope you are feeling much better now!!

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“Ugh! Damn it!” You groaned as you again tried to get in a comfortable position on the couch. You had tried everything, but no matter which way you turned you were completely uncomfortable and in pain.

“You okay, sweets?” Bucky said, returning from the kitchen with a mug full of your favorite tea.

You huffed out, laying your cast covered arm down on the pillow beside you. “I just can’t get comfortable. No matter what I do.”

Bucky smiled at you sympathetically as he took a spot next to you on the couch. “I made tea?” He offered as he extended the mug out to you.

Your frustration was forgotten for a moment looking into his bright blue eyes. You smiled at him. “Thank you, love.” You grabbed the mug and leaned over to peck him on the lips. “You always think of me.”

“Because I love you,” He said simply with a shrug as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

You felt your heart melt as you smiled up at him again, taking a sip of your tea. “I love you too, you big sap.”

He laughed and nudged your good arm before leaning back into the couch and nuzzling up next to you. He grabbed the remote for the TV and pulled up Netflix. “You wanna finish watching The Good Place? I think we only have like 5 more episodes and we will have watched the whole thing in like two days.”

“Uh, duh? What else would be doing? Going on a mission?” You snorted as you rolled your eyes at him playfully, gesturing to your wounded arm.

Bucky made eye contact with you as you sipped your tea. “I know you are bummed your hurt, doll. We all get hurt. It just happens in this line of work.” He said, leaning over and kissing your shoulder.

“I know, it just sucks. Everyone else is just still going on missions and leaving me here alone and I can’t do anything and I’m in pain. I am just ready for this surgery tomorrow and for the healing process to be over.”

“I know, baby.” He nodded, rubbing your shoulder. “It’s not the same without you out there. I definitely hate just being stuck with Sam and Torres. They aren’t as pretty to look at.”

You grinned up at him like a lovesick puppy. “You’re just saying that. You love them too.”

Bucky rolled his eyes. “If you say so. Maybe Torres.”

“You love Sam, Bucky. It’s obvious.” You giggled. “He’s your best friend other than me.”

“If you say so, doll,” He continued to deny.

It grew quiet as Bucky began to play the show, but you made him pause it when you suddenly spoke. “Have you been pulling out of missions because of me?”

He turned to you suddenly and sat the remote down. “Why do you say that, doll?”

You sighed. “Sam swung by on his way home the other day. He looked beat. He told me he just got home from a mission where he was gone for a week.”

Bucky sat silently, not making eye contact with you.

“Buck, you have been with me pretty much every day since I got hurt on that mission. So, you obviously haven’t been gone on any weeklong missions.” You heard him sigh next to you. “The only reason you weren’t here when Sam came by is because you had went to the grocery store for us.”

After a moment or two, Bucky responds. “You’re right, doll.”

You study his face and he finally looks up at you. “Baby, it just hurts me to leave you when I know you are in pain. Even when I am gone on missions for just hours at a time its hard for me to focus on anything but you.”

You gulped as you begin to fiddle with the hem of your shirt. “You don’t have to do that for me, Buck. I can take care of myself.” You weren’t mad. You just didn’t want him to miss out on the job because of you.

“Baby,” He said, leaning over to rest his metal hand to your face. Your eyes dart up to his. “When I say that it’s not the same without you there, I mean it is not the same without you there. All I’m doing is thinking and worrying about you. I can’t focus on anything but you. I know you can take care of yourself. But when you hurt yourself that day… I blamed myself.”

“What, why?”

“Because I was supposed to protect you.” He said, sadly.

“Bucky,” You said, grabbing his face in your hands. “There is no way that either of us could have known that that building was set to go off when we entered. None of us saw it coming, and I got slammed into that wall elbow first. There’s nothing else you could have done.”

He sighed and you leaned in and kissed him softly. “I love you. I know you would do everything in your power to protect me. But like you said, things happen, baby.”

He nodded with his face still in your hands. “I love you too, baby.”

“Okay, let’s watch The Good Place and see how the Soul Squad is going to end up!” You said excitedly as you cuddled up to Bucky, moving your pillow under your arm. Being there in Bucky’s arms and watching your show, you finally felt somewhat comfortable.

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[thefanbasewhore]

Bucky seeing you with a busted lip and being all worried. Reader tells him they got mugged and he is BIG MAD

Summary: After ignoring Bucky for days he finds out the reason why.

Warning/content: violence, mugging, stitches.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x female reader

It's inevitable, bound to happen despite how hard you really do try to hide it from Bucky. Of course he notices the way you've been distancing yourself, dismissing any thought of seeing each other and he's incredibly sweet about it.

He sends texts asking to see you but you reply with lame excuses like work is making me stay later or something along those lines. His replies are always so disgustingly sweet against your hesitation.

'That's fine, get some rest. I miss you, sweet girl. How about tomorrow?'

It still sits in your phone with no reply, if only the stupid fat lip would go away already. It's been days and the swelling is starting to fade but instead a large, purple bruise crowns your lips, a rather large cut reaches the top of your Cupid's bow right through to the bottom lip.

It's late, you're stirring a bowl of instant noodles while the TV blares some lame adult cartoon show but you're not really paying attention to it anyways, just mindlessly scrolling on your phone.

"I thought I told you to lock your doors." The deep rasp momentarily frightens you, tipping the bowl just enough for a few drops of hot broth to burn the skin of your exposed thighs. "Sorry, sweetheart. Didn't mean to scare you."

The voice behind you can only belong to one person in particular, and you're trying to avoid him the best you can considering he will never, ever let this go. "Buck, you can't just sneak in here and scared me!"

He's close, the front of thighs press against the back of the couch, the coolness of the vibranium felt send chills down your spine as it whirls and clicks as your hair is moved to one side. Soft lips press against the skin of the opposite side, soft but gentle. Petal like lips soaking in the familarity he missed so much. "How else would I find out why you're avoiding me?"

"I'm not avoiding you Buck, I'm avoiding a certain situation is all." Lips never stop but you feel the strong press of wrinkles forming against your own skin from his forehead. Pinches confused as he hovers. "What does that mean?"

He's rounding the bend of the sofa with slow foot steps as you squeeze your eyes shut, not ready for the chaos that might follow afterwards. Even though this is it, Bucky is going to find out, you still turn your head to the other way in hopes it never comes.

Flesh fingers find your chin, angling your face to face him. Soft eyes meet steel blue ones, concerned laced in the wrinkles between his eyebrows as his face drops.

Instantly, both hands cup your face, rolling your head from palm to palm for any other signs of an injury. "Are you okay? What happened?"

"I'm fine Bucky." The man is kneeled between your legs, flesh thumb pressing into the divot of your chin and points it up. Getting a closer look at the nasty gash, two small stitches follow a transverse line down your bottom lip. "Before I tell you, don't freak out."

"Tell me."

"Don't freak out, I'm fine, I'm fine." Hands squeeze his wrist, trying to reinsure him the best you can manage.

"How can I not? First you're avoiding me and then I see this!" Bucky's voice raises an oculate, eyes narrowing like he can't believe the words even left your mouth.

"Tell me." He urges, eyes never leaving your own. The grip of your chin isn't rough at all, gentle but just enough pressure that signifies he means it. His other hand pushes the hair away from your face, running along the hair line with comforting cool metal.

"I got mugged walking home the other day, I fought back and he got me good with a key."

His mouth opens, but then closes. A stern, hard line wrinkles his forehead, "Why didn't you tell me? Did you get a good look at him? Did you call the cops? Nevermind I'll find him myself."

"No, this is exactly why I didn't tell you." Rolling your eyes and trying to move from his grasp but the vibranium that holds the back of your neck doesn't let you. His eyes soften just the slightest, a small hiss falling from your lips as he reaches out run a thumb across the stitches.

"My pretty girl." He hums, he'll make sure the man never touches a woman like this again. "What did he look like?"

"Bucky, I mean it, no going after him. I don't want you anywhere near this, it happens. No more fighting, no more violence." Bucky chews the inside of his cheek, the warmth inside his chest burns it. Aches with the thought of anyone touching his girl in such a way. You catch his drifting, hand reaching out to cup his jaw. "Promise me right now, that you will not go after him or look into anything about it. The cops are handling it."

"Fine..." He doesn't like it but the way your eyes meet his, it's impossible to deny you anything but he can't look away from brusing lip. He's annoyed, body posture gives it away. He's stuff, quiet, shoulders tense with a trembling anger. "Never hide something like this from me again, never."

Guilt creeps over, pushing your shoulders forward with a soft sigh. "I'm sorry honey, I just didn't want you to freak out or worry."

"Oh because wondering why you don't want to see me is not worrying at all." It's sharp but well deserved but the hand that cups your cheek doesn't match the tone. A large thump runs over the highest part of your face, watching the way your eyes close with the warmth of his skin.

"M' sorry Bucks, won't do it again. I promise." Without a thought you're leaning in to find his lips, but when they make contact you wince in pain.

Bucky presses one more soft kiss to your forehead before claiming he's going to get an ice pack for your lips but the moment he turns the corner, he presses the phone to his face.

He might have promised but Sam didn't.

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[im-in-love-with-pizza-bites]

Ranch Hand: Chapter 7

Farmer!Veteran!Bucky Barnes X Teen!Reader (Small town and Farmer AU)

Series MasterList

Series summary: You ran away from your nightmare of a family, you found a small town, population 200. In this town you meet a retired army veteran turned farmer who hires you as farm hand. Only mystery will you two be able overcome your pasts together.

Chapter Summary:

Series Warnings: Mentions nightmares, Child abuse, mental abuse, physical abuse, war, swearing, mentions death by cancer, mentions of alcohol and illegal substance abuse. please tell me if you see anymore!!! But do so politely please.

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Divider: @skylightlantern

Sorry it's late!!!

The week went by fast it was already Friday. You were in the pasture with the cows while Bucky was bidding his sister and her kids goodbye. It was almost the fourth of July so they wanted to get home before then. And well Bucky wanted to bunker down here especially during the fireworks this weekend. He also invited Sam and Steve over for Steve's birthday and so they too can be out of town during the fire works. He assumes you'll be spending it in town at the Carnival, or with your parents. Who you have yet to let him meet.

"Bye Bec Drive safe." He hugs her. "Bye kiddos." He hugs Winnie before doing the same with his nephew.

Bye buck, call me everyday." Bec warns him.

"I will."

"Good, love you."

"Love you too. Bye." Once Becca and her kids left he sighs. He heads to the barn to see if you already let the horses out.

———

You pet Valley as you stood on the fence hoping you didn't fall off. You didn't notice two cars pulling up. You also didn't notice the two men who climbed from the cars.

"Hey y/n!" You spook and stumble forward but you used the horse to stabilize yourself. You carefully climb off the fence and turn around, you see Steve and some random guy.

"Hi."

"Where's bucky?" The random man asked as you walked over to them

"The pasture with the cows. I'm y/n, you are?"

"Sam. I didn't know Bucky hired anyone."

"He hired me a few weeks ago!" You tell him smiling.

"Okay we'lljust go inside and wait for Bucky then." Steve said patting your shoulder noticing how you tense up. "You good kid?"

"Yeah."

"Okay we'll text him that we're here." The men went inside and you went back to what you were doing.

"That's the girl I told you there's something odd about her!" Steve says once they got inside.

"She seems like a normal teen girl Steve you're just paranoid." Sam denies looking outside at you. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary other then you flinching when Steve patted your shoulder. But that could just be you not liking being touched.

"I don't know there's something up with her." Steve states.

"Uh-huh." Sam laughs, "then ask her what hurt will it do?"

"If something is up she isn't gonna tell me." Steve mentally face palms. "Shouldn't you know that you're a cop."

"You think I'm working calls like that? No just a whole lot of traffic stops." He shrugs.

"Oh."

"Hey guys." Bucky walks into the house. "What can I do for you?"

"Steve wanted to prove there was something strange about your ranch hand." Sam states. "It's also my day off and I had nothing better to do but drive an hour to see for myself "

"Mhm. Come make yourselves useful and help me fix a fence." Bucky smirks.

"Fine. But it's lunch time so how about we eat first?" Steve suggests.

"Alright I gotta feed Y/n anyway, I don't her parents getting mad if don't give her lunch." Bucky says going to the fridge.

"Have you met her parents yet? Cause I haven't heard jack about anyone new in town." Sam states leaning on the counter.

"No she also only talks about her dad."

"See strange. What parent wouldn't want to meet the random strange man their daughter is working for!" Steve says.

"That is weird." Sam agrees.

"You're both thinking too much into it. They could just be busy they did just move in like a month ago." Bucky tries to reason but neither man listens.

"Hey look I'm just saying I definitely think there is something off." Steve says. "She literally refuses rides anywhere but to town or here. Who wouldn't want a ride home especially since we have no clue how far her house is."

"Mhm. Look Steve I know you're bored but if it's such a big deal ask. It won't hurt."

"She'll probably lie."

"He does have a point."

"Shut it Sam. I don't need you both doing this I have other things to deal with."

"Yeah... So your sister left today?" Sam asks.

"Yep back to Brooklyn," Bucky says as he goes to the counter with his ingredients.

"How you feeling anyway? Anymore nightmares."

"Every night."

"Oh."

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[the-bau-quinjet]

One Misunderstanding

Bucky x Reader

Summary: You struggle to fix Bucky's first impression of you. Bucky struggles with his own feelings.

Warnings: angst, Hydra things- like brainwashing and torture, a few curse words, panic attacks, anxiety

Word count: 5609

a/n: this idea came to me very suddenly, but I'm in love with it. Hopefully whatever I just wrote does it justice.

Masterlist

"Everyone, meet Y/N. She's the newest member of our little group, bringing in a whole new level of hacking and tech skills. Y/N, meet the team." Tony introduced you to everyone, eager to share your skills.

You turned to the group, getting ready to introduce yourself further, but instead tripped. You shrieked as you fell down the small set of stairs you were at the top of.

Sam, being the closest, caught you. "Good thing you've got tech skills." He chuckled as you righted yourself, firmly planting your feet on the ground.

"Haha, yeah. I'm not a big fan of violence." You winced as you said it, wishing you could take it back. You didn't want to get into the reasons as to why you don't like violence.

To your surprise, nobody asked why. You would have guessed they would have questions, but maybe they weren't interested in your past. They all had their own issues to deal with afterall.

"Eh, we don't need anymore people for fighting anyway. Welcome to the team." Steve greeted you warmly, as you would have expected from America's golden boy.

You gratefully shook his hand, glad to not have to talk about anything yet. Unfortunately, you tripped again when you tried to move back, falling into the one and only Bucky Barnes.

His hands steadied you, dryly laughing at your clumsiness. "You really are clumsy."

You did you best to not show how embarrassed you were. You couldn't deny the claim. Unless you were fighting, something you vowed to yourself to never do again, you were clumsy.

Being abducted and tortured by Hydra may have made you a competent fighter, but your aptitude for tripping over nothing never left.

"Right, sorry!" You greeted everyone else quickly, eager to get situated in your room. "I'm just going to unpack everything." You waved as you backed out of the room, bumping into the wall as you left.

-

You had just finished putting away your stuff when you heard a knock on your door.

"Come in!" You figured someone would have questions for you.

Unsurprisingly, Natasha was the one to step into your room. Of everyone there, you expected her to have learned about your past. It comes with the territory of being a spy.

"Hi, I was hoping to talk to you." Her tone was friendly, but clearly she was skeptical of you. Again, you weren't surprised.

"I thought you might. I'm assuming you read my file? Honestly, I thought everyone would." You laughed gently, shaking your head at yourself.

"I did. Your file is pretty bare bones though. I did some extra digging... Not everyone else is as nosy as me." She grinned, already pleased with your openness. "So, why'd you pretend to be clumsy?"

"Oh, it wasn't pretend. I've always been clumsy. When everything happened, and I learned how to fight, I thought my newfound agility would help. Turns out, it didn't. The only times I'm even the slightest bit coordinated are when I'm fighting or training, but I wasn't lying about that either. When I escaped, I promised myself I wouldn't hurt anyone else."

"Why join the Avengers at all then?" She looked curious, still unsure if she could trust you.

"I wanted to help people. I just didn't want to use the skills they gave me to do it. So, I learned how to code, figured I could help behind the scenes."

She smiled, letting down her guard. Clearly it would take some time, but you could easily see the two of you being close friends.

"So, nobody knows about what you went through?" She couldn't help but be curious about your past.

"Nope. I don't talk about it much, but it's not a secret. I'll answer anything you want to know." You smiled, eager to try and make a real friend here.

You spent the next few hours answering every question Natasha could think of. You told her about being abducted and experimented on.

That lead to even more questions, basically boiling down to the fact that you're not a super soldier, but you do have enhanced senses- and seemingly enhanced clumsiness for when you're not using them.

You told her about learning how to fight, and the punishments you would endure if you got it wrong. The two of you bonded over the shared experience.

Finally, you told her about how you escaped. When the Winter Soldier escaped, every Hydra effort possible was made to find him. That included you. Resources were spread thin, trying to cover more areas. It was the perfect opportunity for you to get out.

"Really, I owe my freedom to him. Even if he doesn't know anything about me." You felt the tears in your eyes, too many emotions swirling through you to keep it all in anymore. "Since then, I've learned everything I could about technology and coding, which pretty much brings you up to date."

Before she could ask anymore questions, there was another knock on your door. Quickly wiping the tears from your eyes, you called another "come in!"

Steve poked his head in the door, cautiously looking between you and Nat.

"I've been sent to stop the interrogation." He grinned, stepping farther into the room.

Nat rose from her spot on the bed, kissing him on the cheek while rolling her eyes. "It wasn't an interrogation. We were bonding."

"Yeah, over what?" He chuckled, trying to figure out what the two of you had in common.

Maybe it was the look in your eyes, or maybe Nat just likes knowing more than everyone, but she smiled conspiratorially at you before responding. "Girl stuff, babe. Just girl stuff."

You smiled as the couple left the room, grateful for not having to explain everything again.

-

Over the next few weeks, the team constantly teased you for your clumsiness. Well, not the whole team. Nat knew the truth, so she never said anything. Peter never teased you either, although that is likely due to the teasing he endures as well.

Weirdly enough, you bonded with the kid over it, eventually telling him about your past as well.

Normally you could shake it off. They clearly didn't mean anything by it. Except Bucky.

Whenever he said anything, he stared you down. His eyes felt like they were piercing your soul. You're not sure exactly why, but he didn't seem to like you much.

Which wouldn't be an issue if you didn't have an embarrassing crush on the man.

Really your infatuation started when you first escaped Hydra. His own escape lead to your freedom, so you admired him. When you found out he was working with the Avengers to help people, you admired him even more.

Watching him on missions is really what caused the infatuation to blossom into a full blown crush.

You, however, would adamantly deny that if anyone ever asked. Which is what just happened.

"What?!" You nearly tripped, again, with how quickly you turned to look at Wanda and Nat.

"You heard me." Nat stared at you, a neutral expression on her face. "When are you going to do something about your crush on Barnes."

"I, I don't- I don't have a crush on Bucky." You stuttered, a lackluster job at denying the truth.

"Please, Y/N. It's so obvious!" Wanda joined in.

The three of you hung out a lot around the compound. It was nice to have a support system to lean on when things got hard.

"Well, even if I did, which I'm not saying I do! He doesn't like me. I don't know what I did, but his eyes feel like daggers whenever we're in the same room." You started out strong, but quickly morphed into a sad resignation. It genuinely upset you that Bucky didn't like you.

"I think I might know what that's about..." Wanda bit her lip, immediately feeling guilty at having said anything.

"What!?" You eagerly turned to her, needing answers. You shuffled your way across the room, never fully rising from your seat on the ground.

"I don't know if I should tell you! I'm not even supposed to know, but sometimes his thoughts are really loud!" Her guilt multiplied.

"You have to tell me now! Then I can fix it!" You were practically begging at her feet from your position on the floor.

She looked at Nat, who just shrugged in return. "Not my place, although I would love to hear it."

"Ugh, fine. But you can't tell anyone I told you!" Wanda glared at the two of you, unable to say no to your pouting face. "The first day we all met you, do you remember what you said?"

Your face scrunched as you tried to remember. "I'm not a big fan of violence?"

She nodded, looking at you as if she just told you everything.

"So?" You asked incredulously, unable to follow her train of thought.

She rolled her eyes, having to spell it out for you. "He kind of took that personally..."

Immediately, you sunk completely to the floor. "Oh, god. Fuck! That's not what I meant at all! I just meant I don't personally like using violence! Shit, shit, shit." You continued to mutter to yourself as Nat and Wanda shared a look.

"Why don't you like using violence?" Wanda asked, intrigued by your reaction.

You thought back to your conversation with Nat the first day you got here. You told her it wasn't a secret, it just wasn't something you brought up.

"Can you just look in my head? I don't really wanna explain it, but I want you to know." You asked, glad to share you past with another friend.

Wanda nodded, seemingly doing nothing until realization dawned on her.

"Oh shit." She whispered, not even realizing she said it out loud.

"Yeah." You huffed out a dry laugh.

"Y/N... I'm so sorry." You smiled at her, having worked through most of the trauma already. "You totally have a crush on Barnes though."

That earned a real laugh. "Hey, that's not what you were in there for!"

"It's not my fault! You were thinking it really loudly!"

The three of you laughed together until you sunk back into a pit of despair.

"What do I do? How do I fix this?" You whined, laying back on the ground like a child.

"I think you just need to talk to him. Explain what you meant." Wanda shrugged, unsure of any other advice to offer you.

"She's right. Just talk to him." Nat nodded along as you whined on the floor.

-

After a few days, you finally worked up enough courage to try and talk to Bucky. He had just finished training, so you knew exactly where he'd be: in the kitchen.

Walking in, you were glad to see him pulling ingredients from the fridge.

"Hey Bucky, can I, um, talk to you for a minute?" You stuttered through the words, nervous about what he would say.

He barely looked at you, nodding his head for you to continue.

"I just, I wanted to apologize." You trailed off when his head snapped up.

"For what?" Well shit. How are you supposed to explain this one without ratting out Wanda.

"Oh, well, um... I just thought maybe I said- I did something that upset you. Uh, you just don't seem to like me very much, which is totally cool, you don't have to like me if you don't want to. I just didn't want it to be my fault... Fuck." That went horribly. Taking a deep breath, you started over. "I didn't mean it."

Bucky is looking at you like you have three heads. "Didn't mean what?"

"That I don't like violence."

"So you do... like violence." He'd somehow grown more confused.

"Well, no." You paused, unsure of how to explain yourself.

"Then you did mean it." His soul piercing stare is back.

"I-"

"It's fine, save it. Some people get to choose not to be violent." And with that, he left the kitchen, abandoning his post workout smoothie.

You stared at the doorway, in shock over how poorly that went. You stood there , unaware of the 25 minutes that had passed, trying to figure out how it could've gone better when Steve found you.

"Y/N? What are you doing?"

You didn't hear him, too lost in the memories. Memories of Hydra, forcing you to do things you never wanted to. This happened from time to time if something triggered you into remembering, otherwise you had a handle on your emotions.

"Y/N?" Steve said your name again, concern evident in his voice. He gently laid a hand on your shoulder, trying to get your attention.

Everything happened so fast after that. The feeling of someone's hand on your shoulder caused you to panic. With all the memories of Hydra in your head, your training kicked in instinctually.

You grabbed Steve's arm, pulling him closer to you for better leverage. Before he could question your moves, you flipped him, pinning him to the ground.

The second you made eye contact, you realized what just happened. Horror and regret flashed in your eyes.

In an effort to get off him, you threw yourself backward, knocking into a cart full of pots and pans. The clanging of metal hitting the ground echoed through the small room.

Steve sat up slowly, trying to register the turn of events. You sat in a ball on the floor, tears pooling in your eyes, mumbling apologies over and over again.

Sam, having heard the commotion from the pots and pans, ran into the kitchen ready to fight.

"What- What happened?" He asked in confusion, lowering his arms from their defensive position.

"I don't know." Steve looked at you, still trying to figure it out.

"Y/N?" Sam's voice was gentle, but it still startled you.

You jumped from the ground, rushing to help Steve get up. "I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to. I never wanted to hurt anyone again." Your breathing was picking up, short bursts of air leaving your lungs. Your hands were shaking as you pulled him from the ground.

Your panic increased as you took in their concerned expressions.

"Hey, look at me." Steve's Captain voice, came out, urging you to make eye contact. You followed orders, breathing rapidly, your whole body shaking.

"I'm going to touch you now, is that okay?" His words were gentle, but commanding, causing you to nod in response.

He pulled you into a tight hug, rubbing soothing circles on your back.

You wanted to explain, to tell them what happened, but all that came out was a pitiful "Bucky".

"Do you want me to get Bucky?" Sam asked, trying to understand you.

The idea of Bucky coming back caused your panic to increase. You shook your head rapidly, "No! No no no no no." You kept repeating the word, shaking in Steve's arms.

"Okay! Okay, no Bucky." Sam reassured you, voice calm and soothing.

You’re not sure how long you stood like that. Sam moved around the kitchen, cleaning up the pots and pans you had knocked over.

When your breathing steadied, Steve asked, "Do you want to talk about what happened?"

You nodded, leading the two men to the couch in the adjacent common area. You sat for a minute, unsure of where to start.

"Why don't you just lead us through it all?" Steve suggested, still rubbing your back.

You nodded, grateful for the starting point. "I went to the kitchen to apologize to Bucky."

"What for?" Sam interrupted, already confused.

"Sam! Just let her talk." Steve muttered, slightly annoyed.

"Sorry!" He glared back at Steve before turning to you, "Sorry, please continue."

You couldn't help but laugh at their banter.

"Right, I wanted to apologize for what I said the first day I met you all. I realized how it sounded, so I wanted to try and fix it." You paused, waiting for the recognition to hit them.

It didn't take long. The two men nodded, silently urging you to continue.

"Honestly, Wanda told me that was why he always seems mad at me. You have to know, I never meant for it to come across that way! It's more of a personal, 'I don't want to be violent' than shunning others for doing what's necessary." You took a deep breath, not eager to relive the conversation.

"Anyway, I told him I didn't mean it. I just couldn't explain it right, and he got upset, which makes sense!" You turned to look between them, not wanting them to think you were insulting Bucky in any way. "I don't hold what he did against him. It wasn't his choice, and I completely understand that. I just couldn't put that into words when I was talking to him, and I made everything worse."

Tears popped into your eyes again, upset at what he must be going through. You weren't with Hydra for but a tenth of the time he was, and you didn't endure the same level of brainwashing.

"He said something about some people not being able to choose not to be violent, and then he left. I don't know how long I was standing in the kitchen replaying the conversation, but it brought up bad memories for me." You sighed again, working up the nerve to tell them everything.

"Wanda and Nat already know, but I guess it's your guys's turn. This was so much easier to just have Wanda read my mind." You laughed at your own joke, the two men sharing a concerned look.

"I was taken... by Hydra. They experimented on me, gave me enhanced senses, trained me to fight, and punished me when I did something wrong." Again, tears sprung into your eyes, occasionally falling down your cheeks.

"Why wasn't this in your file?" Steve questioned, more to himself than you.

"I haven't got a clue. I guess nobody knew about me? But, I escaped. They didn't brainwash me like they did Bucky, because I don't have the serum. Or, at least, I think that's why." You shook your head, refocusing on the important parts.

"When every available Hydra agent was tasked with searching for the Winter Soldier, I took it as on opportunity. Their resources were spread thin. I was able to getaway."

You went onto explain your reasoning for joining the Avengers as a tech specialist, trying to convey the same earnestness you did with Nat.

"You can ask Nat or Wanda too. Nat found out day one, Wanda a few days ago." You wiped your tears, hoping they believed you. "Actually, Peter knows too."

"I was stuck in all those memories when you came into the kitchen. I didn't even register that you were in the room, so when you touched me I freaked out. I never meant to hurt you!"

You looked at Steve fearful that he would be upset.

"Y/N, I believe you." You cried tears of relief at his statement, genuinely exhausted from the day. "It's not your fault, and you didn't hurt me. Just caught me off guard. You're surprisingly agile when you want to be." He tried to lighten the mood, glad to hear you laugh.

"Well, I train in the middle of the night sometimes. I- I want to be able to get out if I'm ever forced back there." Your voice was quiet, admitting a secret you hadn't even told Nat.

"We won't let that happen." The sternness of Sam's voice surprised you.

"Thank you." You wiped your tears a final time, looking between the two men. "Now, what do I do about Bucky?" You refocused your energy on fixing your relationship with the super soldier.

"He never would have said what he said if he had known." Steve started the conversation, defending his friend.

"I know. I don't hold it against him, I just wish I could explain. I get so nervous when he looks at me like that." You rambled, too tired to filter your thoughts.

"Like what?" Sam asked, eager for more information to tease Bucky with.

"Huh? Oh, I don't know. Like he can see into my soul." You deadpanned, earning a laugh from both men. "I just want him to like me." You nearly whined, upset by your poor relationship.

"Like you, huh?" Steve grinned. Nat and Wanda chose that exact moment to walk into the room, eagerly joining the conversation.

"Barnes? Did you tell him how you feel?" Wanda squealed with excitement.

You buried your head in your hands, avoiding the knowing looks the four of them were surely sharing. "Not exactly." You gestured to your head, hoping Wanda would figure it out and share with Nat.

"Ooh... It didn't go well, basically Barnes got upset, Y/N flipped Steve and had a panic attack, then told these two everything." Wanda explained to Nat quickly, trying not to make you relive it.

"We need a plan." Nat declared.

"No, I just need to learn how to have a conversation with the man." You rolled your eyes at yourself. "I'll try talking to him again." You went to leave the room, turning around to glare at them. "And none of you can say a word of this to Bucky."

-

Despite you request, Steve still tried to talk to Bucky.

"What's up with you?" Steve questioned, trying to subtly pry into Bucky's thoughts.

"Nothing. Why?" Bucky answered in a questioning tone, trying to figure out Steve's motives.

"I heard you talked to Y/N is all. How'd it go?" He gave up on the subtle approach pretty quickly, knowing Bucky wouldn't answer a question that wasn't asked.

"How did you even hear that, punk?" Bucky deflected.

"Not the point. Answer the question."

"Not great. I messed it up." Bucky sighed, annoyed at himself for barging out of the room. "She said wanted to apologize, that she didn't mean what she said." He ran his hands through his hair, struggling to explain where it all went wrong.

"Would've been fine if I could follow what she was saying. She was rambling about me not liking her, which you and I both know isn't true. Ugh, i've never been mad at her. I'm mad at myself! At Hydra for making me a monster! How could she ever like me if she doesn't like violence? My entire past is violent." He huffed, having worked himself up again.

"You're not a monster, Buck." Steve started gently.

"I know you think that." Steve gave him a pointed glare. "I know, okay? But what does she think?"

"Maybe you should try talking to her. You might be surprised by what you learn." Steve clapped him on the shoulder, trying to reassure him, before leaving the room.

-

Everytime you tried to talk to Bucky, something got in the way. The first time, he was called in for an emergency mission before you even got the word hello out.

The second time, Tony walked into the common area, completely oblivious to the tension, and put on a movie.

The third time, Steve and Nat interrupted you. You were just about to apologize again after an awkward greeting when the elevator doors opened. The sounds of the cheerful laughter and stolen kisses didn't really set the mood for confessing your past with Hydra.

The fourth, and final time, was the most embarrassing.

You walked into the room on a mission. You were going to talk to him, no matter who decided to walk in.

"Bucky, I really need to-" and you tripped on a toy Morgan left out, causing you to tumble to the ground. That would have been embarrassing enough, but there's more.

In your effort to get up, you tripped again, hitting your head on the coffee table, causing you to bleed profusely.

"Shit." You cursed yourself, holding your hand up to your bleeding forehead.

"Are you okay?" Bucky rushed to you from the other side of the table, concerned with the amount of blood spewing from your head.

"Yeah, I'll be fine." Unfortunately, you chose that moment to jokingly reference your past.

Some of the people who tortured you had a sick sense of humor. Whenever they would hit you hard enough to make you bleed, they said something about only having one head. A play on words because of the greek serpent with multiple heads.

"Head wounds bleed a lot, I'm lucky I only have one." You froze instantly, unsure if he would have had a similar experience. Slowly, you looked up in an effort to make eye contact.

Bucky was also frozen in place. Clearly he understood the reference.

"Wh- where did you hear that?" Bucky struggled with his sentence, trying not to flashback to his time at Hydra.

"Oh my god. I'm so so sorry." You instantly started apologizing, trying to backtrack. "I really need to learn when to stop fucking talking." You said more to yourself than him.

"Where did you hear it?" He asked again, putting more power behind his words.

"Um, well, i've been trying to tell you for weeks now, but um, I also kind of, have, um, well, you see-"

"Just spit it out." There was the slightly miffed Bucky you were used to.

"I was taken. By Hydra. 9 years ago. Um, they forced me to learn how to fight. Tortured me if I did anything wrong. Forced me to do things..." You trailed off, realizing you didn't need to give him many details. He has first hand experience.

"Y/N, I-" You cut him off before he could say anything else.

"That's why I don't like using violence. I only know how to do that stuff because they made me learn it. I didn't want to use the skills they gave me." You took a deep, grounding breath.

"I don't blame you for anything you were forced to do. It wasn't your choice. You're not a violent person, and your past actions don't define who you are. You're here to help people. That's what you chose. That's who you are."

You made eye contact before you continued. "I've actually wanted to thank you for the longest time."

"For what?" He was incredulous, wildly caught off guard by everything you've said.

"The only reason I had an opportunity to escape was because 2 years ago, you escaped. If Hydra's resources hadn't been spread so thin trying to find you, I probably would've never got out. So thank you. For being strong enough to fight back."

You smiled at him, still unsure of how he was feeling.

"I... I'm so sorry." To say you were stunned was an understatement. What the hell could he have to be sorry about? Sure he was a little rude, but from your point of view he was completely justified in hating you.

"Bucky, you have no reason to be sorry. You didn't know, and I couldn't get out of my head enough to tell you. You just make me nervous." You clapped a hand over your mouth, shocked at having said what you just said.

You could see his face fall ever so slightly, causing you to jump back into your explanation.

"Not because I'm scared of you or anything! Hell, I could probably take you in a fight." You winked, trying to lighten the mood. It seemed to work, judging by the slight smirk on his face.

"I just, I've looked up to you for so long. Your determination to do good after everything you've been through is really inspiring. It's actually why I wanted to join the Avengers in the first place. I never would have-" You would have kept rambling if he hadn't stopped you.

"Y/N, I am sorry, and I do have reason to be. There's no excuse for what I said to you in the kitchen that day. Even if I didn't know, I threw everything you've been through back in your face. If someone had done that to me, I probably would have had a panic attack." He tried joking, but by the way you froze he could tell he struck a nerve.

"You had a panic attack? I'm so sorry! God, I just left you all alone and-"

It was your turn to cut him off. "Actually, I was kind of frozen in place until Steve touched me and I maybe threw him to the ground... Then I had a panic attack..." You smiled, trying to convey the joke. "So, I wasn't alone. Sam was actually also there. If anything, it made me better friends with both of them because I told them everything. So I have you to thank for that to." You playfully nudged his side.

He ran his hands through his hair, then down his face, clearly trying to deal with his own guilt.

"Hey, don't beat yourself up about it. You didn't know. It happened. We're good now, so we can move on." You smiled, trying to cheer him up.

"How are you so relaxed about all of this? You were tortured for years... I..." He was genuinely curious, trying to find a way to cope with his own pain.

"Well, even before that I always thought therapy could be helpful for me, so I really jumped in full force when I was free. Plus, if you can't joke about something, you haven't really moved on. Some days are harder than others, but I just try to appreciate the people I have now and the good experiences I've been lead to." You kept the tone light, trying not to get too emotional.

He just stared at you for a few minutes, making you questions everything.

"I mean, it's totally different for you though! I was only there for 7 years, you were forced into all that for like 10 times as long. I didn't mean to belittle-"

"I think you inspire me just as much as you say I've inspired you." He cut you off again, a small smile growing on your lips.

"Well, in the spirit of our newfound friendship, can I be totally honest?" You bit your lip, nervous about telling him the truth.

He looked nervous as well, but nodded anyway.

"I kind of, maybe, sort of have a crush on you." You watched his expression carefully, although there was really no need. His face easily gave away his surprise.

"You..." He stuttered, moving his fingers between the two of you. "Me? But, I was so mean!"

"What can I say, I saw through the facade... Well, really Wanda accidentally read your mind and told me why you were so upset around me when her and Nat teamed up to get me to tell you how I feel." You rambled again, realization dawning that you accidentally outed Wanda.

"But you can't tell her I told you that! She didn't mean to! She just said you think really loud sometimes and it's hard not to hear it! She did it to me too actually, I mean I told her she could look in my head so I wouldn't have to explain everything again, I know so lazy, and that's how she confirmed my crush on you." You said it all with wide eyes at a rapid speed, unable to control yourself around Bucky.

You slapped your hands over your mouth, forcing yourself to stop talking. Bucky looked on in amusement, slowly reaching to pull your hands away from your face.

"I won't tell her, if you get dinner with me tonight." He smiled cheekily, relishing in your blush.

"That's a deal I'm willing to make." You reached your arms around his neck, kissing his cheek before running to get ready.

***

Bonus:

Sam whined playfully as he looked at the high scores. "Whose username is 'God is a spoon' and how did they get so good at this game?"

He looked around the room, eying any suspicious candidates. Everyone denied it, throwing out accusations left and right.

It was another of Tony's team bonding nights and he chose VR games on the oculus. Obviously, Beat Saber was a top contender amongst the group.

You walked in with Bucky, unaware of the conversation going on, but immediately joining it.

"Peter! I bet it was him!" You playfully nudged the younger Avenger, having formed a close friendship in the early days. "What am I betting on?" Everyone laughed, happy to see you in a good mood after being so stressed for so long.

"Whose username is 'God is a spoon'." Sam chuckled after filling you in. You and Bucky settled on the couch, cuddling next to each other.

"Oh, that's me. Why?" You looked around curiously, trying to figure out what they wanted. "Is it a weird username? It was actually one of the catchphrase things in Just Dance on the switch, I didn't just think of it." You tried to justify yourself, causing more laughter.

"You?! How did you get all the highscores on this game? I thought you were the clumsy one."

You made an exaggerated face to show how offended you were, playfully swatting at Sam.

"I'll have you know, 7 years of Hydra 'training' and experimentation has its perks." You joked with the room. "One of them being I can beat your ass at pretty much any video game."

"Oh, you're so on." Sam smiled, glad he could joke around with you about it.

Meanwhile, Tony looked incredulously around the room, being the only one in the room who hadn't heard about your history, he was rightfully confused.

"I'm sorry, 7 years of WHAT?"

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[priyankaraa]

Entitled

Author’s Note: Oowee! I think this is the third consecutive week of Fanfiction Friday. I have a bit of an obsession with older! Bucky/Dilf! Bucky. You already know it’s going to be hella smutty and maybe I should start putting warnings on these things, but enjoy! 

Warning: Age-gap, smut, dirty talking, oral (m receiving), orgasm denial, degrading kink, reader being a bitch, mentions of murder, sort of a praise kink, a bit of a dominant! Bucky.

Bitter was one way to describe your attitude towards James Buchanan Barnes. You never had anything nice to say about the super soldier, you always had a side remark and you would often give him dirty looks along with being as rude as you can be. 

At first Bucky never understood why you always acted this way towards him, but soon he learnt that you were bitter about his days as the Winter Soldier, something he was not proud off and has been working hard to pay his sins, but with all the good he was doing there was one thing he couldn’t do; bring your grandparents back. 

Bucky never held this against you, or even hated you and he felt that you had every right to hate him considering what he had done. Steve and even Sam had tried to talk you out of your hostile feelings, but you were set in it and nothing could change that (besides Bucky himself, of course.) The two of you would just get on with your days, acting as if the other didn’t exist, you doing it because of your resentment, and Bucky doing it for your benefit. 

It was always the small things, like one time you were baking and you couldn’t reach the tray on the top shelf and so Bucky offered to help, but you brushed him off saying, “letting you help me would be like trusting you and you’re only going to stab me in the back, literally.” 

Yes, the comment hurt Bucky’s feeling, but the one that probably hurt the most was when you were running late for an appointment and he offered to drop you off since he was also heading out but you declined, rudely saying, “I rather not get into a car with you considering your history.”

That was the last straw. He could only take so much, but with every unnecessary jab you took at him, if felt like you were undoing everything he had done so far to make things right, and he wouldn’t allow that. 

So that evening, when you returned from wherever you went, he planned to teach you to forgive and to forget, and maybe even a little respect. He had snuck into your room while you were in the shower to wait for you, deciding the best way was to make sure you were vulnerable, especially because you are a Stark and they didn't go down without a fight. 

You seemed to take the world’s longest shower. When you were finally finished and pushed open the bathroom door, a trail of steam followed you out. You didn’t seem to notice Bucky laying on your bed, shirtless, but Bucky sure noticed how sexy you looked with your skin looking fresh and vibrant and nothing but a tiny towel wrapped around your body. 

You froze and hugged your towel tighter, but couldn’t deny the little excitement you felt by seeing the super soldier shirtless.

You remained calm, making your way to your closet and pulled out a hot pink thong tossing into onto the bed where it landed next to Bucky. “Can I help you?” You turned to him, folding your arms. 

He raised a brow, his eyes skimming over your form and then the pink thong, images of you wearing just that flashing through his head. “Yes.” His voice came out smooth with a dark edge to it. “There are a lot of things you can help with?” 

“What?” You spat rudely. 

“First,” he gritted, “you can help by telling me why you are always so rude to me, besides the obvious reason.” 

Cocking your head to the side, you scoffed. “I have to look at you everyday and think about how you killed my grandparents,” you spat. “I never knew them because you took them away from me.” 

Bucky felt bad, but you always had a bit of an attitude towards him and maybe even others and that was because you were The Tony Stark’s daughter, and you felt entitled. He was going to teach you a lesson about respect today. 

“Get out.” You pointed to the door, which Bucky locked when he came in. 

He smirked. “Not so fast, princess.” A shiver travelled down the expanse of your spine. “There’s something else I need.” You glared at him while he only smirked at you, scaring you more. “I need you to get down on your knees like a good, obedient girl and help me with this.” He pointed to the bulge in his jeans that you noticed for the first time. 

You gulped. “W-what?” You stuttered, stepping back and almost dropping your towel in the process. 

“You heard me,” he growled. “You always have something snarky to say. How about you put that pretty little mouth to good use?”

A few seconds passed in silence, and Bucky thought you weren’t going to do it, until you dropped your towel and knocked the breath out of Bucky’s lungs. 

Walking over to him, you sank down on your knees and unbuckled his belt, pulling his pants down, setting his member free which slapped against his stomach. The tip was red and angry, and he was impressively thick and just the perfect, mouth-watering size. His dick didn’t look like it would split you open, but it sure did look like you would never forget the feeling of it. 

Spitting on your hand, your slowly spread the precum on his dick before pushing the head past the soft cushion of your lips. Bucky hissed, his teeth sinking into his lip and his one hand tangling in your hair. 

“Just like that,” he groaned, “you look so sexy with your mouth stuffed with my cock, and for once you’re not saying anything.” 

Pushing him down, you gagged, continuing to massage him with your tongue, hollowing your cheeks and cupping his balls. You felt him twitch, his sack tighten and he began to sloppily thrust into your mouth. 

“You’re gonna let me cum down your throat?” He asked. “You’re gonna be a good girl and swallow everything I give you?” You only managed to hum in response, the vibrations sending him over the edge, rewarding you with his salty semen. You swallowed every last drop, sitting back on your haunches, letting your hands trail down your body to the sensitive mound between your legs. 

Disappointment flooded you when he pulled his pants up, buckling his belt, and he leaned down, roughly gripping your chin with his cool metal arm. “When you sort out this attitude problem of yours, come and see me and maybe we can talk about letting you cum.” 

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[hiy-breadcheeks]

Jealous?

pairing: tfatws!bucky x fem!reader

a/n: i literally did this on the spot so forgive the messy plot

warning: blood (nail scratch), swearing, guns, whiney bucky

2022 © hiy-breadcheeks -don't copy, repost, or translate.

synopsis: you, bucky, sam, and zemo just finished a mission where you had to get information from someone in a bar. it was successful but you left the bar pissed after seeing a woman get too close to bucky.

or alternatively: it's just a petty argument with bucky and he's all cute about it

"Baby, wait!" you stopped your fast paced steps when you reached the middle of the living room and looked at Bucky's hand that was wrapped around your wrist. "WHAT??!" you yelled. "Hey– don't scream? What's wrong?" he asked softly, placing a hand on your elbow, you aggressively shook his hand off, "DON'T TALK TO ME!"

"ooh~~ lover's quarrel right after the mission?" both you and Bucky snapped your heads towards the door where Sam entered. "Sam–" you point at him, you took a deep breath, "Shut up." you warned through gritted teeth. You rolled your eyes when he raised his hand up in surrender, the teasing smirk never leaving his face.

You faced Bucky again, your brows furrowed deeper. "Why are you mad so suddenly? Did something happen at the bar?" you raised your eyebrows at him. "I don't know. Did something happen at the bar?" you said sarcastically, mocking his worried tone.

He looked at you confused, having no idea what he did for you to get mad like you are right now. Not able to fight your stare that he was always scared of for some reason, he looked down. "Hm.. I have a feeling it's your fault, Buck." Sam teased again, sitting on a bar stool, a glass of alcohol in his hand.

"Yeah, I figured that much." He glanced at you but looked back down when he saw you glare at him. "I just don't remember what I did..."

"Maybe it's the girl that was trying to cling to you all mission." Zemo's voice rang through the room as he entered, sitting three stools away from Sam. "Tch..." you grunted, sitting on the couch with your arms crossed. Quickly, he followed and sat beside you.

"Get off." you said, staring at his arms wrapped around your left. "Nuh-uh... I'm not leaving until you're not mad at–"

"Get. Off." you warned, giving him the scariest glare you can muster up but he just looked at you for a second and went back to cuddling your arm. He shook his head in a childlike manner and rested his head on your shoulder. "Nope." he smiled up at you before kissing your cheek. "James Buchanan Barnes." you seriously said this time.

"Oop. That's his whole government name. I'm out of here, I don't wanna die yet." Sam jumped off the stool and took his alcohol with him outside. "I'm enjoying watching Bucky get all immature in front of his boss." Zemo smirked, taking a sip of his own drink.

You looked at Bucky when he raised his head and looked at you with a teasing smirk playing on his face. "What?" you asked, his smirk grew wider. "Are you jealous?"

"WHAT?? No, I'm not!" you denied, successfully shaking his hands off, he immediately put them back, though.

"Eyy~~" he said teasingly, you frowned at him. "I said no, James."

"You so are! You are so jealous right now! HAHAHAHA! I didn't even know you can feel jealousy!" he laughed hysterically, he was so amused that he started clapping. "Dude, what the fuck..." you said with a disgusted tone, judging his childish action. He stopped and pouted but smiled again, clinging back on your arms. You were losing your patience with him little by little, "Oh but don't worry! I'm gonna allow you to feel jealousy because it feels good to know you like me that much!Hmm... but know this: no woman can top you here–" he said, pointing at his chest. "You're so cute when you're jealo–"

"I said I'm fucking NOT----!!!" you stopped yourself when you felt your nail scratch his skin when you shook him away harder than you meant to. "What?" you said nothing and stared at the small scratch that was starting to bleed a little.

Bucky looked down at where you were staring and gasped dramatically when he saw the blood. He brought his arm near his face to look at it before looking at you with his puppy eyes and pouty lips. (like this ಥ ɞ ಥ) "Baby, look... I'm bleeding–" he squeezed the scratch to make more blood come out, "a lot. Look at the blood, baby..." he pouted. You rolled your eyes at his childishness before taking a couple of tissues on the coffee table and handed it to him. "You're sleeping on the couch tonight."

"What??? But I'm injured! See?? With this small scratch, I can literally lose my last biological arm and I'm gonna tell the doctor it was because you were jeal–" he stopped, eyes widening when you pulled out your gun and pointed at him. "Do you actually want to lose your last arm, Barnes?"

"And that is a gun. As much as I love my family, I'm not in the mood to see them right now. Thank you for the show, though." Both of you actually forgot that Zemo was still there because he was so quiet (DRAX???), enjoying the scene unfolding in front of him. The baron stood up and went to where Sam was.

Your eyes never left Bucky's figure. You found him cute as he watched Zemo leave with a pout on his face, eyes widening again when he looked back at you and saw the gun still pointed at him. "Baby, come on... I'm injured and it's gonna be cold tonight..."

"You're a super soldier. It's literally healed already." you gestured his arm and he looked down at it with disappointment like it's the wound's fault that it healed that fast. He looked up at you, "But what about the cold night? I'm gonna need cuddles, Doll."

"Go cuddle with the woman at the bar." you said before turning around and walking away. "HAHAHA! SEE? YOU ARE JEALOUS!" you said nothing and raised your middle finger at him before closing your shared room's door.

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[forever-rogue]

Oblivious

A/N | This is just a little sweet fluff with Buckaroo. It’s also a late little happy birthday for @falcor-thee-luck-dragon! I hope you (and everyone else) enjoys!

Summary | You’d think Bucky wouldn’t be so oblivious but...he was. 

Pairing | Bucky x Fem!Reader

Word Count | 3.9k

Warnings | language

Masterlists | Bucky, Main

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James Buchanan Barnes aka Bucky Barnes was a man of many talents and had a vast knowledge of a variety of things. Sometimes, however, things were so obvious and clear that they went right over his head. You could hit him in the face with a 2x4 and he wouldn’t know what happened oblivious. Like the fact that you, his girlfriend of almost a year, had the strange and peculiar ability to communicate with animals. You’d never hid it, nor explicitly told him about it, thinking it would be funny to see how long it would take him to catch on. 330 days (and counting) in and he hadn’t.

Bucky grabbed his phone, scrolling through his social media feeds quickly before pulling up Spotify and turning to his secret indulgence playlist - classical Italian Opera. Yeah. It was just a thing he had happened to really like for no particular reason. The only other living souls in his apartment with him were Archie, your black and white speckled mutt and Alpine, Bucky’s snow white cat. You were currently out of town for work and had asked Bucky if he minded watching Archie, to which he had of course said yes. It was no secret that Archie loved Bucky almost as much as you and vice versa - he was the goodest boy as Bucky had proclaimed. Plus, the cat and dog got along like they were old best friends. 

Trailing into the bathroom, he stripped off his t-shirt and pajama pants as Archie laid on the bed and offered him a dismissal look. Alpine was tucked into his side as she slept soundly, paying no attention to her owner. 

As he turned on the shower and let the water warm up, he finished stripping off his clothes before deciding to sing along with his music as best as he could. Bucky didn’t speak Italian. It showed. But he was passionate about giving it all as he got ready to take on the day. Archie groaned as Bucky hit a particularly high note, burying his face under the soft duvet. 

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“You ever gonna ask her the question?” Sam raised an eyebrow at Bucky as the two men walked alongside the creek. Bucky had decided that ice cream and a walk for Archie were called for, so he’d taken advantage of the nice weather and gone outside. Missing your company, despite you only having been gone for a few days, he’d called up Sam and convinced him to meet up. Not that it took much convincing; the men were as thick as thieves, no matter how much they denied it. Co-workers, partners - best friends. 

“Umm,” Bucky’s eyes widened as he almost choked on his ice cream, awkwardly coughing to cover up his nerves. Sam just snickered in response as he realized he already had his answer. After a moment he slowly nodded, “I have the ring...it’s been sitting in the sock drawer.”

“Sock drawer,” Sam snorted and shook his head as a flush of red colored Bucky’s neck and ears, “classic. When are you going to do it?”

“I don’t know,” Bucky sighed as he broke off a piece of waffle cone and handed it to Archie, who had been listening in very intently, “I want to...but what if it’s too soon. We technically don’t even live together yet-”

“Doesn’t she like to spend her time at yours? She’s practically moved in...most of the stuff at your place is hers anyway,” Sam reminded him as Bucky made a small, noncommittal sound. It was true - when you’d first met Bucky his place had been minimal and bare. Now, with your time and touch, it felt like a home; a home you had lovingly built with him. Sam bumped Bucky’s shoulder with his, “just get it all done in one swoop. She’ll say yes.”

Archie made a small sound, agreeing with Sam as he rubbed his snout against Bucky’s thigh. He visibly relaxed as he nodded, hoping that this would be enough to psych him up, “I’ll think about it-”

“No thinking about it,” Sam tutted gently, “you’re going to do it. You’ve been a fool - a straight up head over heels in love fool - since you’ve met her. You’re going to ask.”

“Sam…”

“How long have you had the ring?”

“Sam.”

“Bucky.”

“A few weeks after we started dating,” Bucky cast his glance at the ground as warmth flushed up in his cheeks. He’d expected Sam to burst out in laughter, but luckily the other man said nothing, but a smile stretched across his features, “it seems so silly but you know..I just felt like I knew.”

“Sometimes you do,” Sam agreed, putting his arm around his shoulder and pulling him for a quick hug, “you just gotta do it, Buck. She won’t say no.”

Archie barked in response, looking between the two men, wagging his tail excitedly. Sam offered him a few pets before nodding in response.

“She comes home in a few days,” he couldn’t wait to pick you up from the airport and have you jump into his arms while he finally got to hold you again, “I’ve got until then to pluck up the courage.”

“Just don’t lay it on her right away…” Sam snorted as he picked Bucky running up to you immediately pouring his heart out to you. Not a good idea, “give her a moment to be calm and breath.”

“Shut up,” Bucky huffed as he finished the rest of his ice cream, “I’ve got this!”

“We’re all counting on that!”

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Bucky set the empty popcorn bowl back on the coffee table as he tried not to sniffle too loudly. His eyes were misty and burning with unshed tears as he watched whatever cheesy romance he had randomly selected. He pulled the soft blanket he was curled up in higher, savoring the fact that it still managed to have a faint bit of your smell on it. Alpine was curled up on the back of the couch, snoozing away while Archie was laying next to him, his head resting on Bucky’s thigh. He was on and off sleeping, but had peeped open an eye when he first heard Bucky sniffle. 

“They’re in love,” he whispered gently, unsure if he was speaking to himself or talking to his furry companions. He was scratching Archie’s ears as he watched the scenes play out on the screen, “but they can’t be together. Their families would never allow it.”

Archie huffed lightly as he burrowed further into Bucky’s touch. It was the first time he’d seen the man get so emotional over the movie. Bucky had feelings, plenty of them, of course, but there was something about the movie he’d picked, combined with how much he was missing you that caused him to just lose it. It was like the dam had burst and his emotions were out of control.

He sat back and watched the rest of the movie in silence, a few tears running down his cheeks as he watched the love story play out. By the end of the movie, Archie was fully in his lap and Alpine was resting on his chest, “he left everything behind for her, so they could start a new life together far away. They really were next to meant to be together. It’s beautiful.”

The furry little ones were absolutely  going to tell you about this. 

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Archie yawned and slowly stretched before hopping down from the couch and heading towards Bucky’s bedroom. He tried to nose the door open as he learned to do, but was stopped when he found that it was closed all the way. His head tilted in curiosity and whined softly as he tried to see if Bucky was awake so he would let him in. 

As soon as he did, the dog regretted it. All he could hear coming from inside was the soft sounds coming from Bucky. Soft moans and sounds and gentle whispers of your name. His eyes widened as the dog took off down the hall and ran back into the living room, flopping down on his dog bed and cuddling up to Alpine as he tried to empty his mind. All the poor dog had wanted to do was to sleep in the big soft bed - not be scarred for life. 

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“Bucky!” as soon as you’d gotten cleared and walked through arrivals and gotten your single bag, you’d kept your eyes peeled for Bucky. It didn’t take long to find him, standing near the back, blue eyes scanning the arrivals with a hopeful little smile on his face. You almost dropped your bag as you ran over to him. As soon as you were in arm’s reach, you dropped everything to the ground, and Bucky effortlessly scooped you up in his arms. You threw your arms around his neck as he held you in a tight embrace, “James. I’ve missed you so much.”

“I missed you too,” he sighed in content, happy to have you in his arms once again. Everything about you set his soul on fire, as he held onto you as tightly as possible. After a moment, he slowly set you back down, but not before peppering your face in gentle kisses, “you’re so beautiful.”

“Bucky,” you reached up and gently touched his cheek, “you’re too much. I’m so glad to be home.”

“Not quite yet.”

“Sure I am,” you insisted quietly, “I’m here with you. You’re my home, Bucky.”

The small velvet box was practically burning a hole in his pocket as you looked at him like he was everything - your whole world (he was). Unable to form a proper sentence, he  grabbed your face and pulled you close to him, crashing his lips onto yours, kissing you like you weren’t in the middle of a crowded airport. He could feel you smiling against his lips, reluctantly breaking apart from you only once you were both breathless. 

“What was that for?” you asked shyly, feeling your face flush with warmth as he picked up your bags for you. You were watching him with pure adoration as he reached for your hand and laced your fingers together. 

“Nothing,” he shrugged softly, “jus’ missed you is all, pretty girl.”

“I missed you too, Bucky,” you promised, “I love you.”

“I love you more than all the moon and stars, pretty girl.”

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“What?” you asked as Archie came into the kitchen and sat down, watching you intently as you finished up the cookies you had been working. Bucky was busy with Sam that afternoon, so you’d decided to make a little sweet treat for both of you. You’d been home for a few days and fallen into an easy routine, having opted to stay with Bucky for the time being rather than going back to your own place, “you’ve got something to say, I can tell.”

Just missed you. I like when you’re home, you and Bucky. And Alpine. 

“I missed you too, buddy,” you promised, leaning over to his head a gentle pet, “did you have fun while I was gone?”

Yes. Bucky takes good care of me. I like Alpine too. She’s nice.

“I happen to like them a lot too,” you grinned at your friend, “I’m glad you do too. I think...I really love him, Archie. I think, no, I know - he’s the one.”

He thinks so too. He told Sam you’re the one - and us too. 

“Really?” you almost dropped the cookies you were plating up in surprise as you bit the inside of your cheek to keep from squealing in excitement, “you’re not messing with me, are you?”

It’s true. He’s got...well, you’ll see. He likes romance movies apparently. And singing opera.

“Oh?”

He was watching a movie. He ate two bowls of popcorn and cried. He let me and Alpine sit on him though so it was okay. He sings opera when he showers in the morning. He’s not good but he tries.

“Archie! Don’t be a meanie,” you chuckled as you tried to picture the scene. It would have been hilarious to see. You’d always known Bucky had a soft side, you just didn’t know how soft, “but I will remember that and use it to my advantage when I want to watch a cheesy movie.”

Please do. He gives good pets when he’s in that mood. He always gives good pets.

“He’s a good man,” you grinned as you reached over the counter for a good treat that you easily tossed to him, “I really love him.”

He really loves you. One night I...never mind.

“No, no,” you shook your head as you waggled another treat at him, “out with it! Or I’ll hide all of your treats!”

Fine. But you didn’t hear it from me - I wanted to sleep in the big bed one night and the door was closed and I heard him. He was...saying your name.

Your brows narrowed in confusion for a moment as you pulled another treat out and twirled it in your fingers for a moment. Then you hit you, what he had meant, “oh. Oh. That is...good to know, I suppose.”

Not for me. I just wanted to sleep, not...hear that.

“Sorry buddy,” you snorted as you handed him another treat, “that will stay between us. Besides...he still doesn’t know we can communicate. I wonder if he’ll ever put two and two together?”

You could just tell him.

“But where’s the fun in that?” you teased as the door opened and Bucky walked in, a giant grin on his face. You looked at Archie and shot him a wink before turning to Bucky, “hello, my love. You’re just in time! Cookies are done and cooled!”

“Oh, my sweet girl,” Bucky came over and pressed a gentle kiss to your lips before petting Archie, “I love you. Is someone here? I could have sworn you were talking to someone…”

“Nope,” you (half) lied, covering up with a brilliant smile, “just me and the dog and cat.”

“Oh,” he shrugged, thinking it was just his imagination, “what’s all this? Cookies -  whatever for?”

“Just because I love you,” you grinned as Archie groaned and laid down, “both of you!”

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You stopped for a moment to catch your breath as you reached one of the peaks of the small mountain you and Bucky were hiking. It was a glorious day so you’d decided there was no better plan than to get out and enjoy nature. He had no problem at any point, even offering to piggy back you when you’d grown tired; you’d just defiantly stuck your tongue out at the super soldier and carried on. 

“This view is absolutely breathtaking,” you looked over the small cliff, admiring the tranquil expanse of the woods in front of you. Bucky was at your side, his eyes on you the entire time.

“Yeah,” he agreed with a grin, “it’s pretty amazin’.”

“Bucky,” you turned around and rolled your eyes at him as he pulled you in for a kiss, causing you to break into a fit of giggles, “I’m all gross and sweaty!”

“Don’t care,” he insisted as his hands found purchase on your waist and pulled you closer against him, his lips already ghosting over yours, “jus’ want you, baby.”

“Bucky,” his name was soft on your lips, but before anything else could happen, you were stopped by a small, almost nervous little voice from up above. 

Umm, hi! I don’t want to interrupt but…

You pulled back from Bucky for a moment before looking at the tree, where you found a small squirrel sitting on a branch and watching you both. Bucky was surprised for a moment but calmed when you gave his shoulder a squeeze and gently moved past him and towards your new friend.

“Hi,” you smiled at her and offered a smile, picking up an acorn and handing it over to her, “is everything alright?”

Oh yes. I just wanted to let you know there’s a big group of people coming. If you want some privacy you should go somewhere more secluded! They’re pretty loud, I don’t like big groups.

“Oh!” you giggled as you could only imagine the awkward scenario if you’d been caught, “thanks for the heads up! We’ll definitely get out of here. I’m sorry you have to deal with all the noise.”

It’s okay. I’m going back to my nest now! If you go down the hill, there’s a more private path that leads back down the mountain. There’s signs if you need them.

“Why thank you,” you grinned as you reached up and she let you pet her, “you’ve been very helpful. Maybe one day we’ll see each other again.“

No problem. I hope so too! Thank you for the acorn!

“Anytime,” you promised as she scurried away with her new treasure. You shook your head in amusement as you turned back around to Bucky, to find him watching you with wide eyes. He wasn’t quite sure what had just happened, almost wondering if he was hallucinating. Had you just gone mad and tried to speak to a squirrel? You laughed lightly at the shocked look on his features,  “oh.”

“What was...what was that?” he asked as you rejoined him and pressed a kiss to his cheek. His eyes were still scanning the branch the small squirrel had just occupied. 

“She was just warning us that there’s a group of hikers coming our way and we should find someplace more private,” you said as if it was no big deal. It didn’t help Bucky in the slightest.

“She? A warning...how….That was a squirrel!”

“I was wondering if you’d ever put two and two together,” you laughed, almost doubling over in laughter, “I...Bucky, I don’t know how or why but I can communicate with animals.”

“You can….how long?!”

“Ever since I’ve been a child?” you held up your hands in earnest, “its something I’ve always been able to do. I don’t advertise it, obviously because people generally think I’m crazy, but I would think you of all people understand. It’s just been...fun to wait and see if you’d ever figure it out.”

“All those times…” he ran a hand over his face in exasperation and disbelief as you watched him in amusement. He was a brilliant, smart man but sometimes he was so oblivious. You couldn’t love him anymore if you tried, “it wasn’t just...a one sided conversation. It all makes sense now. Wow, that’s amazing! What a wonderful thing to possess.”

“I’ve always liked it,” you agreed, “it’s different, you know? But special in its own way.”

“Wait…” he mused for a moment, “so all those times...oh. H-how much have Archie and Alpine told you? Have they always talked to you?”

“Yup,” you crossed your arms over your chest, as you watched his neck and ears turn red, “those two in particular are very animated and over the top. They’re the worst little gossip duo. Almost like you and Sammy.”

“Of course they are,” he groaned as you reached for his hand and pulled him towards. He gave you a sheepish grin as you pressed a light kiss to his knuckles, “they told you about the movie, huh?”

“Archie,” you confirmed, “but he did say you gave him the best pets.”

“Did he tell about...oh no,” this time his whole face was a brilliant crimson, “I-I…”

“Oh stop,” you teased, “I’m flattered and honored. It’s not like I don’t do the same when I’m not with you.”

“Really?” he perked up with pride as you just nodded in amusement, “well then. Wait - did he tell you about Sam?”

“He said you went on a walk with him but that was it,” you shrugged, “nothing really. I do know that he loves you and Alpine very much. And so do I, obviously.”

“Okay,” he relaxed slightly as you took his hand and started to lead him towards the more secluded path your little squirrel had told you about. The box in his pocket was once again burning a hole, “good.”

“Everything okay, Bub?” you asked as he just nodded, lips pursed as he fell into step behind you. Something was definitely off, but you weren’t going to push him on it. If anything, you knew he’d come around and speak his mind about what was going on. He usually always did. 

A silence, one neither tense nor uncomfortable, fell over the two of you as you walked down the quiet trail. It was beautiful - lush greenery and newly bloomed plants everywhere. At one point you stopped and pulled out your phone to take a few pictures of the natural beauty. Bucky had been so lost in his own thoughts, his heart practically pounding in his chest and consuming every part of him that he almost bowled into you and knocked you over. 

“James!” it was somewhere between a groan and laugh as he caught you in his arms in order to keep you from tumbling into a bunch of bushes. You were face to face with Bucky, looking at him intently as he steadied you,  “alright, something’s up. Come on - out with it. You know you can tell me anything.”

“I umm...marry me?” all the speeches he had gone over and planned wet out the window as he just stared at you with nervous eyes. You’d been so taken aback by his sudden question that you took a step back and gave him a curious expression. Bucky’s stomach was in absolute knots as he wondered if he’d just fucked everything up.

“W-what?” your voice was a small squeak, as you tried to see if he was just pulling your leg. But his gaze never wavered, “what did you just ask me?”

“I…” he stopped over a moment before reaching into his pocket with trembling hands and pulling out a small box. Your eyes widened in response as you realized that was not joking at all, further evidenced when he popped it open and showed you the ring inside. Your mouth dropped open when it all came together, “I thought the whole proposal would go a lot differently than this but umm...yeah. Will you marry me? That’s what I’m trying to ask...I’m glad Archie hadn’t spoiled that for you.”

“No,” you shook your head as you already felt tears pricking at your eyes, “he definitely didn’t. I thought he might have been holding something back, but I...I had no idea.”

“I know it hasn’t even been a year yet, but I feel like when you know someone 's the one..you know,” he admitted softly, “and I know you’re the one. The one I want to spend the rest of my life with, the one I want to call my wife...my everything.”

“James,” you looked between him and the ring a few more times before swallowing the lump in your throat, “gods, I am so in love with you. There was never a doubt in my mind that it was meant to be you. Yes, of course yes.”

“Really?!”

“Of course,” you beamed at him, “I love you, Bucky. You’re my forever.”

“Forever,” he breathed softly, “I like the sound of that.”

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Steve Rogers

One-Shots

Choose :  Steve realizes he can’t let you go when you’re stuck in a safe house with him (dark!steve x reader)

Ball's In Your Court : Steve and Y/n have been playing games for years. But now that Rogers is acting like a little bitch, Y/n throws him a curve ball that will either make them or break them.

Pot of Gold : You went broke and bet your pussy.

Special Training : Steve takes special interest in your training (dark!Steve x Reader)

Nectar: Steve's waited a long time to have you again after the birth of your daughter. (soft!dark King Steve x Reader)

Their Poison : A billionaire, a sorcerer and a soldier walk into a bar. Their only poison of choice is you. (Dark!Steve x dark!Tony x dark!Stephen x reader)

The Airport Cliché : You make sure your love story has the necessary cliché to make it legit.

No One's Bitch: If Steve thought you'll bend to his will, he was dead wrong. This kitty has some claws (dark!Steve x Reader)

Bartered: You were his, despite wearing another man's ring on your hand. (Dark!Steve x Reader)

Renewing Vows: Steve reminds you of your promises as his wife. (Dark!Steve x Reader)

Colour Me Red: Your boss is chasing you like the proverbial hound of hell, and one vibrant shade of red is going to be his undoing, and yours.

Midnight Adventures: He thinks you’re trying to escape him, even though he’d made it clear who you belong to. Though the truth is far more innocuous than that. (soft!dark Steve x Reader)

Lover's Quarrel: You have the powers to resurrect if you’ve been murdered, and a jealous Steve Rogers indulges heavily in your abilities. He would not let you steal his best friend, that was for sure. So what, if your rivalry regularly caused fire and harm to public property? You just couldn’t let the other win.

The Journey to Daddy: Five times you call Steve 'daddy', and one time he asks you to.

In Mind and Heart : When your former supersoldier lover shows up at your door a year later, the last thing you expect him to do is ask for another fuck. You let in him because of friendship, and he refused to let you go because of love. This was not how it was supposed to go. (Soft!dark Steve x Reader)

Murder at the Whorehouse : When Sergeant Barnes assigns you a murder case at the brothel, you didn’t know you’d cross paths with Steve Rogers who was a bigger mystery than the case itself. (Ft. Stucky x Reader)

Series

At His Alter: You fall in love with a man already belonging to someone else. (Priest!Steve)

Condemned To Him: It’s hard to love someone you were meant to hate. But Steve doesn’t care, and he will have your love no matter how much you deny it. (soft!dark!Steve x Reader)

Happily Ever After : Steve won't take no for an answer (dark!Steve x Reader)

Happily Ever After-2 : You are welcomed in your new life, as the bride of Steve Rogers (dark!Steve x Reader)

Drabbles/Blurbs/Headcanons

Post Traumatic Fuck Fest (Steve Rogers)

Please Hurt me (Mob!Steve Rogers)

Peeping Tom (Steve Rogers)

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Bucky Barnes

One-Shots

Madness, Thy name is Barnes: You and Bucky put on a show for the team

Night Ritual : You and Bucky have a night time ritual

Lovely Shade of Green : Jealousy is a very good look on your boyfriend

Fallen Together : Bucky and you spend a winter morning in each other's arms

Hide-And-Eat : Nothing stops Bucky when he's hungry for you.

Gluttony is a Sin : You and Bucky put a little something extra in your food and Sam learns Gluttony is a sin for a reason

Promised to Him : You return back to your town after years, hoping to start anew. But faces of the past reappear, set to fulfill promises you had made years ago. (dark!Biker!Bucky x Reader)

To the beat of sin : In the heat of music, you do something that makes Bucky mad. He reminds you of who you belong you, but you have a lesson for him too. (rockstar!Bucky x rockstar!reader)

The Second Coming: You were about to marry the love of your life. You were ready to be happy and determined to be a good wife. But then he returned. Your past came into your life to remind you that he would never let you go, and there is little you could do to stop him. (Royal AU) (dark!Bucky x Reader, ft. Peter Parker)

A Sack of Skin: You had thought burying him would have rid you of him. But he came back to haunt you in the worst way possible. (Dark! Ghost!Bucky x Reader, Possessed!Steve x Reader)

Drabbles/Blurbs/Headcanons

A love there is no cure for (WS Bucky)

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Steve x Reader x Bucky

One-Shots

Going Against Nature : Steve and Bucky would change the laws of nature if that’s what would take to make you theirs. or: Steve and Bucky don’t like it when you smell like Peter Parker. (dark!alpha!Steve x reader, dark!alpha!Bucky x reader) A/B/O

Meet the Parents : You're daddies little girl and Peter wants to take you out (featuring Peter Parker)

Murder at the Whorehouse : When Sergeant Barnes assigns you a murder case at the brothel, you didn’t know you’d cross paths with Steve Rogers who was a bigger mystery than the case itself.

Series

•Master of His Own Fate: As far as Bucky knew, fate would not decide who you belong to. Very twisted dark soulmate AU.  (dark!Bucky x Reader, dark!Steve x Reader)

Master of His Own Fate-2

•Their Surrogate : When Steve and Bucky ask you to be the surrogate mother for their child, you couldn’t say no. (dark!Steve x Reader, dark!Bucky x Reader)

Their Surrogate - 2 Their Surrogate-3 (completed)

Drabbles/Blurbs/Headcanons

Bound and Blindfolded (Stucky x Reader)

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Stephen Strange

Congruence :  Stephen and Loki want you. You are confused. Wong is an angsty person. (featuring Loki)

Their Poison : A billionaire, a sorcerer and a soldier walk into a bar. Their only poison of choice is you. (Dark!Steve x dark!Tony x dark!Stephen x reader)

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Loki

Congruence :  Stephen and Loki want you. You are confused. Wong is an angsty person. (featuring Stephen Strange)

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Tony Stark

Series

•My Little Girl:  Prince Tony hunts you on the royal hunting trip (dark!Tony Stark x reader)

My Little Girl - 2:  Prince Tony has taken you, but keeping you proves more difficult that he imagined. (dark!Tony Stark x reader, slight dark!Steve x reader)

My Little Girl-3

One-Shots

Their Poison : A billionaire, a sorcerer and a soldier walk into a bar. Their only poison of choice is you. (Dark!Steve x dark!Tony x dark!Stephen x reader)

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Peter Parker

Protected : How were you to know who's a monster, who's a savior when they all hide behind a mask (dark!Peter x reader)

Meet the Parents : You're daddies little girl and Peter wants to take you out (featuring Stucky)

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SamBucky

Parts of Whole: Steve would see his OTP's ship sail, even from across the grave (ft. Steve Rogers)

Sam Wilson

To Sin in Love: You're forced to choose between the man who owns your heart and the one who owns your soul. (Ft. Lucifer)

RANSOM DRYSDALE

One-Shots

One Day :  Ransom meets sub!reader but she won’t kneel for him

Thirty One Days : Ransom and you are on a month-long challenge. Who will win and what are the stakes?

The Unreformed Rake: Ransom Drysdale is a notorious rake, but he seems to have taken a shine to you. When he plans to make you his, nothing would stand in his way. No is not a word he understands. (Soft!dark Ransom x Reader)

The Fated Mate: Ransom always knew he’d be your alpha. Despite you not presenting yet, he just knew you were meant to be his. No matter how much you ran, you always found him waiting for you at the end of the line. They said it was fated, and sometimes fate was a bitch. (A/B/O)

Sleeping Beauty: He waits for sleep to claim you, so that he can do the same later (dark!Ransom Drysdale x Reader) Kinktober Day 1

Drabbles/Blurbs/Headcanons

Breeding Kink + Housewife Kink w/Ransom

ANDY BARBER

One-Shots

Golden Cage :  You asked Andy to take your case and he asked for you to give yourself to him as payment.  (soft!dark!Andy Barber x Reader)

Trespassing : You trespass on forbidden land, catching the eye of the creature that dwells within. (dark!demon!Andy Barber x Reader)

No Judgements: An Omega in heat is never fit to make a fair judgement, especially not when her delicious meat of an Alpha is concerned. (A/B/O)

His Responsibility : When you're pregnant and scared, Andy decides he will take the responsibility, whether you want it or not. (dark!Andy x reader)

A Man's World: To advance in a man’s world, you must allow one to own you. He promises you success, as long as you give yourself to him. (soft!dark!Andy Barber x Reader)

LEE BODECKER

One-Shots

Sweet Tooth : Sheriff, you and his sweet tooth

The Claiming of the Sheriff: You wanted him, he wanted you. But he was too honourable and you were too greedy. So you made the choice for both of you. (dadsbestfriend!Lee x soft!dark Reader)

Series

•Sell My Soul :  You cut a deal with the Sheriff to save your brother (dark!Lee Bodecker x Reader)

Sell My Soul -2 :  Your husbands finds a secret you’ve been keeping and he is not happy.  (dark!Lee Bodecker x Reader)

Sell My Soul - 3 : Last part to the series (soft!dark!Lee Bodecker x Reader)

Drabbles Masterlist

SHERLOCK HOLMES

One-Shots

What's Your Escape : Sherlock could never resist a mystery, especially not one as deliciously wrapped as you (dark!Sherlock Holmes x reader)

Death by Pleasure : Death by Pleasure isn't a thing. Is it? (Dark!Sherlock Holmes x Reader)

Drabbles/Blurbs/Headcanons

A worthy throne (Sherlock Holmes)

CHRIS EVANS

One-Shots

Loving Dodger : Your journey of overcoming your fear of dogs to loving Dodger.

Muse Music : Chris plays for you

Chemical Romance: Chris won't have you running away from him. You're his. He owns your heart, and now he'll own all of you.

AUGUST WALKER

One-Shots

Compromise: Your surrender to him would ensure the safety of the world (dark!August Walker x Reader)

Prometheus: You disappoint August and must make up for it

Drabbles/Blurbs/Headcanons

Pluto is not a Planet (Hades! August Walker)

LUCIFER

To Sin in Love: You're forced to choose between the man who owns your heart and the one who owns your soul. (Ft. Sam Wilson)

JAKE JENSEN

At the Dinner Table: Request: How about Jake Jensen meeting the reader's parents for the first time and since he's an adorkable idiot, chaos ensues?

Drabbles/Headcanons/Blurbs (Miscellaneous/Multi-characters and fandoms)

When you feel ugly and the boys won't have it (BB, SR, LB, TS, RD, LL, SH)

When Reader is tall and slim and not curvy (SR, BB, RD, LB, AB)

Dick Fingers (very weird ask)

Detention (Severus Snape hc)

Remedial Potions (dark! Severus Snape)

Does your mother know (Hook)

When Reader has anorexia and body image issues (BB, LB, LL)

BODY POSITIVITY CHALLENGE

#steve x reader #dark!steve x reader #dark!steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x reader #loki x reader #stephen strange x reader #ransom x reader #ransom drysdale x reader #ransom thrombey x reader #andy barber x reader #dark!andy barber x reader #andy x reader #dark!tony x reader #dark!tony stark x reader #tony stark x reader #tony x reader #dark tony x reader #dark steve x reader #dark!lee bodecker x reader #lee bodecker x reader #lee bodecker #dark!bucky x reader #dark!bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #alpha!steve x reader #alpha!bucky x reader #dark!alpha!steve x reader #dark!alpha!bucky x reader #dark!peter parker x reader

[hanoella]

Deserving

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x healer!Reader

Word Count: 2.1k

Summary: When someone bad mouths Bucky in your presence, you set things straight.

Warnings: Angst, but with happy ending, and one vaguely 18+ insult? I'm new.

Speaking of- @wkemeup has inspired me to post my writing for the first time! For their 9k writing challenge, I used this prompt:

"Character A is the target of harassment on the street. Shamed, they pretend it doesn’t bother them. Until it happens in the presence of Character B, who reigns hell on whoever dared to upset [A]"

Enjoy!

..........

Bucky was used to the whispers he got from people the street when he passed by them.

“Is that-?”

“Don’t make eye contact, he’s dangerous.”

“They just let him walk around like he hasn’t killed a bunch of people?”

His enhanced hearing picked up more than he wished it did. He liked to believe it didn’t bother him but deep down it did. It was just one more reason to stay secluded. Isolated. Alone. And he had been successfully doing that.

Until you came along.

Having been the test subject of a super serum version that focused on health and regeneration, you used your healing powers to help the Avengers get back to world-saving shape. Bucky hadn’t been keen on anyone touching him, much less someone he didn’t know. Despite his best efforts, he had caved in when you noticed he was having a bad day with his shoulder and offered to help. Since then, your companionship has been like a guilty pleasure.

You had this way of making him feel like he was the most important person in the world to you. Regardless of what he thought was evident, you only seemed to notice the good in him, even when he protested.

“There’s nothing I can do to right the wrongs that I’ve committed. Redemption isn’t possible. I don’t deserve-”

“Stop.” You said, cutting him off. “You are amazing. You have been through everything that you’ve been through and you still give back to the world. You fight for a world that made you this way, a world that gives you nothing back and yet you fight. It’s the world that doesn’t deserve you.”

Bucky swallowed hard. Looking at you in your eyes, he saw no dishonesty. Only pure admiration.

After that, there was no hope of him being alone. You cracked open his shell slowly but surely and now Bucky couldn’t imagine life without you.

Which led him to his current predicament.

“Come on, please? It’ll be so good and only a few blocks away. I know tapioca sounds gross, but you’ll love it!”

Bucky didn’t know what bubble tea was but apparently it was worth begging him for the past 20 minutes while you worked on his shoulder. Your hands emitted a warm white light as you gently massaged his shoulder. The direct contact wasn’t necessary but Bucky hadn’t complained when you started doing it and it’s become routine every since.

“I don’t know. I know I’m old but I don’t have to resort to tapioca yet.”

Bucky let a moment pass before his lip twitched up into a smile. You feigned annoyance as you cut off the healing and placed your hands on his shoulders.

“How about you go with me and I won’t bill the heck out of you for my magical five-star massages.” You say as you squeeze his shoulders.

“Okay okay, fine.”

Bucky put his hands up in defeat as he got up from the couch he was sitting on and turned to face you.

You swallowed as you let your eyes drift across his chest before you grabbed his shirt from off the back of the couch and tossed it to him.

“Alright! I’m so excited!”

Bucky listened to you chatter on about the different flavors he could try while he put on his shirt. Sometimes, he couldn’t believe he actually had a friend besides Steve. Sure, it helped that you had been Steve’s friend first. But there was something about you having grown closer to him that made him feel special. Never did Bucky think there would be a time that he’d be jealous over a girl that Steve was friends with rather than the other way around. Times were certainly different.

“You coming?”

Bucky broke away from his thoughts and made his way towards the doorway that you were standing in.

“Yeah, let’s go.”

---

Yeah, he knew this was a bad idea.

As soon as you two had left Stark Tower, the whispers started. While the café was only two blocks away, you noticed something was off a block into the trip.

“You alright?” You asked as you tried to decipher his facial expression.

“Yeah. Fine.”

You looked at him skeptically and then shifted your eyes to follow his, glancing around you. You slowly nodded in understanding as you looked at the people around you who were trying not to draw attention to themselves.

“Okay. We can talk about it later.”

Bucky was thankful that most people talked quietly enough so that you couldn’t hear what they were saying.

Keyword: Most.

You two arrived at the café, where it was slightly crowded. It was a warm afternoon, the perfect time to get a cool drink. Before heading inside, you gently placed your hand on his arm for a moment to reassure him.

“If you want, we could look at the menu out here and then I’ll go inside to order it.”

Bucky shifted his weight slightly from one side to the other as he contemplated it.

“Nah. We can go in together.”

“Okay.” you said, gently smiling to hopefully reassure him.

You both enter the building and make your way to stand in line. Bucky looked around at the seating areas. It reminded him of a Starbucks but with a more pastel color scheme. You looked at him and he raised an eyebrow in response. You smiled, happy that he was with you. Bucky’s heart skipped a beat and he smiled back.

That’s when you hear it.

“Is that that Hydra goon? Hey, go back to Siberia you brainwashed Hydra dog!”

You spun around violently the same time Bucky did with an incredulous look on your face, making eye contact with the college aged boy further back in line who was currently sniggering with his friends.

You stalked over to them before speaking in a low even tone.

“Sergeant Barnes has done more for the world than you could ever dream of doing. Apologize.”

You had let the venom creep into your voice, shouting the last word and silencing the rest of the line. Bucky walked up to you and put a hand on your shoulder, trying to turn your attention to him.

“C’mon. It’s not worth it.”

You let out a slow harsh exhale from your nose but didn’t move. The man only sneered.

“Why don’t you scurry along. I don’t care if you’re where he sticks his-”

The next thing Bucky registered was a nasty sounding crack as your fist connected with the jerk’s cheekbone. A round of gasps came from the surrounding crowd as he fell on the floor, completely dazed. You let out a pained grunt as you bent over, holding your hand while trying to cover the white light that started coming over your hand where the skin had bust open and something had definitely cracked.

“Okay, time to go.” Bucky said as he made an executive decision to get you two the heck out of there before anybody could react further. He put his hand on your back and quickly guided you out of the store, walking until you were out of the vicinity and almost back to the tower. You could tell that Bucky was not happy with you since he hadn’t said anything the whole way back. You entered the building and then stood silently in the elevator as it made its way up, refusing to meet his eye.

The elevator dinged as it opened up on the team’s dorm floor. You both walked quickly trying to avoid other people unsuccessfully as Sam stepped out into the hallway from the gym.

“Hey you two, what’re you… What happened to you?” He asked with a furrowed brow, nodding his head towards your hand as you walked past. Bucky and you answered at the same time.

“Nothing-”

“None of your business Sam-”

You gave Bucky a look and started chastising him.

“Hey, don’t be mean to him just because-”

“Keep. Walking.” He said through clenched teeth.

You rolled you eyes and shrugged apologetically at Sam as Bucky punched in the code to your apartment and swung the door open. He nudged you inside and then followed, shutting the door forcefully behind him.

Sam looked down the hall for a moment longer before shrugging it off. Natasha popped her head out into the hallway from the gym.

“What’s all the commotion?”

“Not sure. I think Mr. Tall, Dark and Metal left a few brain cells behind in the pod the last time he was frozen.”

Natasha snorted and then turned back into the gym.

---

Bucky closed the door behind him and then swung his arms out in confusion, giving you the same look of disbelief that he gives Yori when he starts a fight with his neighbors. You gave him the same look back, as if he was crazy for questioning your actions.

“What was that?” He finally asked.

“That guy was crazy! How could I not say something to him?”

“You didn’t have to hit him and hurt yourself! People say stuff like that all the time, you just have to ignore it and move on with your day.”

You stayed silent for a moment, averting your gaze and holding your injured hand that was gently glowing. Bucky gently let out his breath. He closed the distance between you and put his hand under yours to help you support it. His other hand grasped your forearm, gently moving over your smooth skin. He glanced down and watched as the inflammation went away and a bone shifted back into place under your skin.

“Please,” He whispered, his hold on you tightening ever so slightly. “It’s not worth all the trouble. It’s not worth you getting hurt.”

“No.”

Bucky snapped his head back up to see you calm and determined. Speaking again, you look into his eyes.

“It is worth it.”

He blinked twice, not having expected that answer.

“Why?”

“Because if I had let him say what he was going to say. Then to me, it would be validating anyone who has ever said anything like that about you. I can’t let you believe that any of that is true.”

“I don’t believe it.”

“But you do.” You cried out, slipping your newly healed hand out of his grasp and stepping away.

“I can see it in your actions, Bucky. I see it when you deny yourself anything that would make you happy. I see it when you try to hide yourself from the world. I see it when you look at me.” You spoke, voice wavering with the last sentence, averting your gaze again. Bucky stood silent as you continued.

“I see a deep sadness in your eyes. I can feel it in your soul when I heal your shoulder. Or when you touch my hand to see if I’ve fallen asleep. I can feel it emanating off of you. But I know for a fact that you deserve to be happy. You deserve to rest and to be happy. How many times have you fought a fight that wasn’t yours because it was the right thing to do? And don’t say it was to redeem yourself because I know it’s more than that. You are a good man, James. You don’t need to prove anything to anyone. But if you need to prove it to yourself than just take a look at me.”

You gently hold his face and guide it so that he’s looking at you. He’s surprised to find your eyes full of tears, threatening to spill over.

“When you look into my eyes, there is nothing but love and admiration for you. When you touch me, I feel the warmth you leave on my skin. When you hear me speak, you should be able to tell from what I say that I genuinely think you deserve the world. When you are hurting, the only thing I feel is your anguish. It kills me, to see you punish yourself so undeservedly.”

You were whispering now, looking up at him. Bucky’s eyes were watering as well, his jaw clenched in an attempt to hold back his emotions. With your hands still gently caressing his cheeks he slowly lowered his head so that his forehead was resting on yours, swallowing hard.

Bucky lifted his head slightly so that he could look at you and he saw nothing but love. Your eyelashes were wet and shimmering from tears you shed for him. Your cheeks were flushed from the overwhelming feeling that you had for him. He looked into the depths of your eyes and saw only his future with you. Finally, his gaze settles on your lips, soft and supple.

“Please,” you begged. “Please do not ask me to stand idly by as the world tears you apart. You are worth more to me than anything else in it.”

Slowly, his hands touch your waist and slide back until he’s holding you against him. Closing the gap between you, you kiss.

Nothing more in this world could assure him of your love. For once, he believes it.

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