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My Queen (BuckyxReader) Smut

A/N: I have always wanted to write a Sex Pollen fic but every time I tried to write one it didn't feel right. Finally I started writing and the vibes started flowing. I wanted filthy smut but with emotion and feeling and I hope that I achieved that. Either way I am super proud of this and I hope readers enjoy!

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Synopsys: The reader and Bucky are sent on a mission where they are exposed to what is referred to as Sex Pollen. Their feelings for each other are forced to be faced.

Word Count: 6,218

Warnings: Sex Pollon, Friends to Lovers, forced sex (due to drugs), sprinkle of Angst, Bucky, SMUT, SMUT SMUT SMUT. SO LITTLE PLOT.

My Queen

Bucky stood in the back of the Quinjet, checking over his person. It was like a ritual for him, starting from the top he would check every strap and belt, double check each gun and knife blade. His body swayed, compensating for the slight lurch of the Quinjet before it leveled out.

“And we have touched down,” Y/N said from the pilot's seat, with a press of a button her chair spun around. She came up behind Bucky gently tugging on his back harness. The back of the Quinjet dropped down, revealing several structures in a clearing, surrounded by trees. They began to make their way to the larger building in the center. The clearing was shrouded in a dark gray filter as the misty fog creeped its way through the trees, under a sky blanketed by cloud cover, reclaimed by nature. A scan showed no signs of human life, which was little in the way of relief.

They silently approached the front door before stepping into the building. A home. The remnants of one anyway. They entered the kitchen, with a table still made. Flowers in a porcelain milk jug left dead, wilted and dried in the center. A plate sat next to a folded newspaper. Y/N could feel the shift in the air as soon as they walked in. The weight of the secrets of the house, hidden behind the semblance of a quiet life, mixed with the pure evil that seeped from its walls in tendrils made Y/N uneasy. 

They progressed through the first and second level of the home. Although every surface was covered in a thick layer of dust each room sat pristine, frozen in time as if the owner just ceased to exist. One of many of Hydra’s calling cards.

They made their way back outside and to the side of the house. Y/N turned scanning the tree line as Bucky yanked and cleared away brush that covered the storm doors nestled against the house. Nature revealed the chained and padlocked metal doors.

Bucky pulled the chain, breaking it in his metal hands. The parts slipped through his fingers like sand. The doors opened with a gut dropping creek revealing a set of stairs leading down into a dirt floor cellar. 

“Ladies First.” He waved his hand as he motioned his hand forward, his eyes scanning behind Y/N. 

She walked forward, “What a gentleman.”

The cellar was packed hard, the air was stale and stagnant. The wooden shelves that lined the stone wall held glass jars full of canned food. 

Bucky walked to the corner, moving a basket out of the way, revealing a hatch. 

The ladder led down to a concrete room, with the only doorway being a gated elevator shaft. An electrical box was mounted on the wall. Bucky opened it and began to check it over before pulling the large handle down. It made a large metallic thunk as Bucky forced the handle down. A soft wiring noise began to buzz.

Bucky pulled the metal gate to the side, ushering Y/N into the car, he closed the gate after he stepped on and reached for the hand crank on the side. Slowly the metal gears began to move and creak as the elevator descended. “Why does every Hydra base have a creepy elevator?” Y/N asked as she took in the rust-streaked walls of the shaft illuminated by dingy yellowing lights that flickered as they warmed up. 

“Günter did suggest rainbows and butterflies, but as you can see, he was outvoted.” Y/N tried to hide her smile as she rolled her eyes.

The elevator came to a stop as it reached the bottom of the shaft, pulling the gate aside again, they found themselves in a storm of destruction “What is this place?”

“It's a lab, was a lab.” Bucky looked around, “I don't believe I was ever here, but it's where they developed all kinds of fun.”

They began to clear the room, flashlight in hand. Tables sat disheveled and tipped over, their contents scattered. Papers littered every surface like confetti. Various medical equipment and hardware mixed and mingled with the papers, while every box of a computer was shattered or broken. As if someone punched every screen. Several lighting fixtures hung from the ceiling, attached by a few wires, while others found their way to the floor. Bucky held a dangling light to the side, letting Y/N walk through before following.

She scanned the room as she took another step, a loud popping crunch noise made her jump, she looked down, lifting her foot, to see the glass shards sprayed across the floor. 

Bucky laughed as he pushed past her. “You’ve been playing to many zombie games,”

“Shut up.” She walked behind him.

Bucky laughed again as he held his arms out, doing his best zombie impression, ��Brainsss.” He turned to grab her head. “No brainsssss”

Y/N shoved him playfully, "Can we just do this and get the hell out of here?" Bucky chuckled as he clicked on his flashlight and continued sweeping the lab with a smug smile on his face. Y/N wasn't going to lie, nothing about this place made her feel good. She wasn't sure if it was because of its history or its current state, either way she was very much looking forward to leaving. 

As they continued into the next room, Y/N eyes came to rest on Bucky’s back. They trailed across his harness, how it spanned across his wide shoulders. The dim lights still highlighted the muscular lines built into the metal of his arm. Bucky paused for a moment, pivoting on his heel to double check a dark corner. His face was concentrated, eyes trained. She couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like to have them trained on her. 

She shook her head, focus, she mouthed to herself. With the room cleared they were moving forward again; her eyes came to the back of his head and down his back. They slowly trailed down to his ass, framed perfectly in his tactical pants, the seams accentuating his curve. 

Suddenly Bucky stopped, looking up at a mess of chains, “Let’s see what's behind door number one.” He put his flashlight between his teeth as he began to roll his sleeve up his flesh arm. 

Y/N watched, entranced by the simple action, she glanced up to see Bucky watching her. He smiled around the flashlight; he reached up with this metal hand taking the source of light. He took several steps toward her before bringing his hand up to her jaw.

“That’s what does it for you?” he swiped his thumb against her bottom lip before swiping his thumb down, pulling her lip with it. “Is it my arm?”

She nodded.

“Or is it my fingers?” Her eyes dilated as Bucky chuckled leaning forward, “Do you want my fingers?” She could feel his breath against her skin as he walked behind her, his flesh hand reaching around, grasping the toggle of her zipper. She could hear each tooth unzip as he pulled the zipper down its full length. The coolness of the metal left a tingling sensation as he followed in the zipper wake, his palm slid down her stomach, closer to her aching core. Her breathing became heavy as her head began to spin.

“Hey,” Bucky’s voice sounded firm, the look of concern evident “Are you okay?”

The world came crashing back in a blink of her eye. Her eyes snapped open to find Bucky standing in front of her, still messing with the chains. She shook her head trying to shake off the ghost feeling of his touch. Y/N took a deep breath, her brow began to pull together, "Do you smell that?” She takes another deep breath through her nose, “It's almost sweet, floral, its faint.”

Bucky looked at her puzzled, the air around them smelled musty and old. Then the realization hit him. "Shit.” With the chains forgotten, Bucky grabbed her arm and pulled her back down where they came, “Where is that vile you stepped on?”

His touch was distracting, “Over, over there, I think?" He let go of her, "What's going on?” Y/N asked as Bucky began searching the ground.

He turned still looking, “Just, please, we need to find it.”

She walked back over a row and kicked a pile of papers, a cracked vile rolled out, “It's right here.” The end was still intact, the label holding the shards together.

Copulation Stimulant 

Y/N’s eyes read over the label, “Is this?” She looked back down again hoping she read it wrong, “This is, oh my god--no-no-no-no.” She dropped the vile again, the realization setting in, her hands coming to her face as she rambled, “I can't do this, this has to be some cruel joke. Yeah? It’s labeled wrong? I can’t actually fuck my best friend…I can't--”

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“Oh, come on now,” As Y/N began to spiral Bucky knelt down to confirm his suspicion, "Best Friend!?" He tried to joke, to keep Y/N with him. "Nat might fight me for that title."

"Stop. I'm serious. You don't understand," She began shaking slightly, overwhelmed as the tears began to fall down her cheek. 

Bucky's smug smile dropped from his face as he took in Y/N’s state, his eyebrows knitted together.

Y/N's chest tightened as she looked up at him. “I can’t fuck my best friend because I’m in love with my best friend."

"Sweetheart" The word came out of Bucky’s mouth like an exhale as he took in her words. 

“Oh my god, am I going to fuck my best friend, who I’m in love with, for the first time in a dingy old Hydra base." Y/N's mind was moving a million miles a second. A heat began to spread from her core, she took a deep breath. 

“Come on,” Bucky gently grabbed her arm, "Not here, let's get back to the Quinjet, okay?”

Y/N shook her head as she let Bucky lead her out of the bunker. She could feel the heat spreading throughout her body, like water slowly trickling down through the soil, saturating each grain as it was pulled down by gravity. It felt invasive. 

The Quinjet bay door began to close as Bucky climbed into the pilot's chair. Y/N sat in the back, her breath becoming heavy. "I'm getting really hot." 

“Like little pin pricks of heat all over your skin?" The Quinjet shook slightly as it rose into the sky.

"Yeah-h" Y/N said as a sheen of sweat began to cover her face. 

"It's hitting you faster." He quickly flipped some switches before getting up out of the chair, he grabbed a med kit duffle bag out of the closet before kneeling in front of her.

Y/N's brow slowly pulled together, "Why?"

"It's designed for super soldiers." Bucky began as he pulled out and cracked a jelly ice pack, instantly making it cold before placing it on her neck. "Which means it's stronger for you."

Y/N felt the sting of the cold radiate, "Okay, okay…okay. What's going to happen?" Her head swirled as she placed her hand over his that held the ice pack, grounding herself. “Be honest.”

Bucky took a deep breath, unable to pull his gaze from her pleading one. "Your adrenaline will slowly rise, until your heart feels like it's going to burst and every cell in your body is vibrating." He flipped the ice pack to the other side of her neck. "It's going to alter chemicals in your brain, driving up your sex drive and arousal." His chest began to heave as he began to feel the effects. “At the same time, it will lower your inhibitions and block all sense of self control.”

Y/N took a deep breath through her nose. "And sex is the only way?"

"No, we can ride this out." Bucky said as he also breathed deep. "It will be torture, an ache of a pain that will thunder through your existence. Every second you resist will feel like one second closer to death, but it won't kill you."

Y/N fought through another wave of heat before responding, "I don't know what to do. It's getting hard to think."

"Yeah." Bucky knew what was to come. How many hours they would have to endure if they waited it out. He dropped the ice pack, now warm, before bringing his hands up to the sides of Y/N's face, pulling her focus back. "Listen to me," He took a moment, “Never in a million years would I have wanted this to be our first time." He let out another grunt as he fought another wave, a smirk appeared through it. "I planned on asking you out, on a real date, before I led you to my bed. To treat you like a queen. My queen.” Tears threatened the corners of Y/N's eyes. Her heart was beating in her ears, and it felt like years as they leaned forward, their foreheads resting against each other. “If we do this now, it won't be like that, you need to know once I start, I will not be able to stop. You will not be able to stop."

Her fingers came up dragging down the edge of his scruff-covered jaw line. “I understand. I trust you, please, I trust you.”

The moment his lips touched hers everything stopped. Bucky physically felt Y/N's body relax as her lips began to move against his. She snaked her hands up his chest and behind his neck before pulling herself off the back of the chair and as close to him as she could. 

Y/N got lost in the intense high created, everything slowed down and hazed over. A dull, mind numbing, wave of emotions swirled in her brain as all sense of time was lost till eventually it wound itself into a ball and exploded against the back of her eyelids. The heat began to fade, leaving a chill across her skin. Her head felt empty and tired. Mentally she couldn't string two coherent thoughts together. Her body felt loose, and her eyes watered as a tear slid down. 

"Hey, it's over." Bucky was catching his breath as he held her head in his hand, looking into her eyes, "it's over," her gaze was distant. 

"Shit." Bucky held onto her, held her close as he began rummaging through the duffle bag, "Come on, there you are." Bucky returned to Y/N, "Y/N, doll, I need you to take this. It will help, can you do that?"

Y/N Glanced down at the small syringe in his hand, "What is it?" The words slurred and tired.

"It will let you sleep till we get back and Bruce can help." Bucky replied softly. 

The tears began to stream down her face, "I'm feeling everything. At once."

“I know. It’s the drug, a side effect.” Bucky took her hand, “Sleep will help.”

“Okay,” Y/N shook her head as she sniffled. Within moments of the liquid entering her blood stream, Y/N's eyes became heavy, and her body relaxed as she drifted off. Bucky gently maneuvered her, placing her on her side across several seats. He fixed her suit, now ripped wide open from navel down to her exposed thighs, her breasts out on display. He pulled the sides of the fabric, covering her the best he could before he grabbed one of the packs of the on-board pillows and blankets, ripping it out of its packaging. He positioned the small pillow under her head and draped the blanket over her body before cleaning himself up and making his way to the cockpit. 

Bucky listened and waited for her to fall into a deep sleep before grabbing the headset. "Friday, please connect me with Steve and Bruce."

"Right away," Friday responded as two small transparent screens appeared in front of Bucky's face. 

Steve's face was scrunched as he slowly woke up, "Hey, what time is it?"

"Two." Bruce replied as he did a double take, pulling on his glasses, "In the morning."

"There's been a situation," Bucky's voice was low, Steve's attention was immediately caught, and he finally took in Bucky's appearance, "We came into contact…with a substance," Bucky looked back again making sure Y/N was still out, "It was developed by Hydra for their breeding program, they called it copulation stimulant, but everyone referred to it as sex pollen." As the Quinet silently made the trek back to the compound, Bucky filled them in.

Bucky tossed and turned in bed, he rolled over, sheets tangled around his legs and stared up at the ceiling. Taking a deep breath he reached over for his phone, the screen turned on showing it was only mid-morning. 

He rubbed his face before kicking his sheets off and sitting up on the edge of the bed. He stared down at his floor, his mind taking over sucking him back into that moment. Flashes of Y/N's face, filled with fear, overwhelmed with emotions and emptiness played on repeat. 

He blinked away the images as he made his way out of his room. Bucky walked down the hall towards Steve's room. 

Steve sat at his table; papers strewn about as he caught up on his paperwork. He heard the knock before Bucky walked in. 

"How are you feelin'?" Steve asked as Bucky slumped into a chair, aimlessly picking up a piece of paper, setting it back down, not interested. 

"How is she?" Is all Bucky asked. 

Steve pushed a tablet towards him, "Medically speaking, she's okay, nothing more than a few bruises."

Bucky looked down at the screen, a mission report, currently on the recorded incidents page. His eyes instantly skimmed and settled on Y/N's list of injuries before swiping through the rest of the report.

"I decided not to include the details." Steve continued as Bucky sat the tablet down with an exhale. Steve slowly set down the pen as he leaned back in his chair slightly. "Buck, how are you?"

"Angry." Bucky shook his head. "For me to go through it again, fine. But not her."

"Did Hydra use this stuff often?" Steve's brow pulled up softly. 

Bucky's lips flashed a sad smile with a huff of a laugh, "It cycled through. They called it a compliance tool." He looked at his friend, "Sometimes they would call it a reward." 

"Jesus." Steve let out under his breath. 

“They had an endless supply of compliance tools and rewards.” Bucky shrugged slightly, "I'm okay Steve, honestly.”

"I was going to go check on her in a bit.” Steve leaned forward and picked up his pen again as he glanced up at the clock on the wall. "Bruce gave her something to help her sleep more, rest is probably the best for her right now, so she probably won't be stirring for another hour or two." Bucky nodded his head slightly as Steve spoke.

Steve watched as Bucky began to slip back into his thoughts. "Hey," His voice pulled Bucky's eyes to him. "You guys will be dancing around each other again soon enough."

"I told her." Bucky's confession came out softly. "How I feel, right before I railed her brains out in a fit of uncontrollable horny rage." 

“I’m sorry, what?” Steve sat staring at his friend, “You thought, that after being exposed to a chemical weapon used to sexually exploit their victims, yeah this is a good time to confess my feelings to the woman I’ve been absolutely obsessed with since the first day I saw her?”

"Yup," Bucky popped the p, "In my defense she confessed first.”

“Unbelievable,” Steve pinched, “Why are you two like this?”

“In love? Or Insane?” Bucky asked back with a shrug,

Steve crossed his arms as he leaned back, “Go talk to her you jerk."

…

Y/N’s room was dark, every curtain pulled tight and not a single light was on. She had woken up several times only to roll over and fall back asleep, not wanting or ready to face the world yet. She lay on her belly, letting herself lay there, her head spiraling with thoughts. She grabbed for her phone, the brightness from the screen making her recoil, it was already close to two in the afternoon. She rolled back over onto her back, staring up at the ceiling. 

“What's wrong with me?” She asked quietly to herself. 

She never wanted to experience sex pollen again, it scared her to her core to have her own free will taken away. Her heartbeat picked up as she thought about it, a panic slowly bubbling. She took a deep breath, “We can ride this out.” His words echoed in her head. “I wanted to take you out on a date. Treat you like a queen. My queen.” Her heart stuttered a moment as she took another deep breath. 

A knock at her door drew her attention. Slowly she rose from her bed, just as she approached the door another soft knock came. She reached for the handle and opened it to find Bucky standing with a paper bag in hand.

She stared at him, her words stuck in her throat, “Team ordered out, I got your favorite.” Bucky held the paper bag up. “I, um, I wanted to check in and.."  He paused as he shrugged.

Y/N could see the anxiety and pain behind his eyes. She stepped closer to him, her hands coming to the sides of his torso and sliding back, as she hugged him. 

As if on que Y/N stomach growled and she let out a small laugh. She pulled back, taking the bag from Bucky. “Thank you, I don't think I ate anything in the med bay when we got back.” She turned into the room, “Wanna come in?"

As Y/N walked back in, she flicked on a few lamps, creating a soft glow. Bucky closed the door behind him, unsure of what to do. Her desk was sitting just far away to be awkward but the only other place to sit would be her bed, somewhere he had never thought twice about before as he would just sit down or jump in. Now? He was acutely aware of his actions, and it created a ball of anxiety in the pit of his stomach.

“Bucky, you're welcome to sit on my bed.” Y/N noticed his hesitation.

He shrugged. “I didn't want to make you uncomfortable.” 

“You aren't” Y/N said as she pulled a plate down from a cabinet in her Kitchenette. 

Bucky paused for a moment before taking a deep breath, "What's going through your head?" Y/N stopped what she was doing, food forgotten as he continued. "Be honest."

Y/N turned, leaning against the counter, to face him. She crossed her arms as she took a moment to bring her words forward, "Did you mean what you said?" her question was soft and quiet. "Your queen." She blinked her gaze up to his.

Bucky let out a huff of a laugh, the corner of his mouth pulling up, “I remember the day you arrived at the compound.” He continued. “That morning Steve and I were set to leave to go on a recon mission. We were going back to the Siberian Hydra base; I hadn't been back since the airport incident. I was an absolute mess leading up to it.” Bucky looked down at his hands as he absentmindedly followed the lines and seams of his metal finger with this flesh. “I probably shouldn't have gone.” He paused again. “I had come so far, the words out of my head, a family around me and I had finally thought I found peace. Yet the moment I stepped back into that room, I looked upon that pit with that monstrosity of a machine still sitting there. I lost it. It instantly triggered a spiral of anger and I felt pushed right back down to my lowest existence.” Bucky kept his eyes trained on the floor. “Steve watched as I destroyed the machine, before helping me calm down. We got the answers we needed, well Steve got the answers we needed. When we got back, I was so far stuck in my head, but then I heard this laughter, it was light and contagious.” Bucky looked up at Y/N who was giving him her full attention. “Your laughter.”

“I followed that sound, until I saw you. Sitting at the counter, a smile on your face and I swear I had never seen anything more beautiful in my life. For the first time since I could remember I could feel this spark of a flame ignite inside of me.” Bucky continued. “This spark that created light and hope and feeling. It only grew. Day after day. It grew with your kindness and confidence. Your strength and your intelligence. That day you took Steve down, he played it off, but I knew that you had genuinely taken him by surprise, I could see it in his eyes. So, I let myself fall in love, I let that light grow into a raging blaze. Until I found myself trying to muster up the courage to tell you while simultaneously trying not to take you where you stood. Ask me again, ask me if I meant what I said.”

Tears were building up in Y/N’s eyes, “Did you mean it?”

"Every word." There was no hesitation in his response as he didn't look away. "I would worship every inch of your mind and body, if you'd let me."

The world began to fade away as Y/N's heart began to beat faster. Bucky's words swirled in her head as she tried to comprehend their meaning as if she couldn't believe them. Bucky sat patiently watching as Y/N slowly walked up to him. Her gaze uncertain, he could feel the tension in the air, as the line they both were hesitant to cross was quickly approaching.

Y/N tentatively stepped between his legs. She could feel the tug of war between her anxiety and adrenaline as she reached to touch his face. She moved her thumb across his jaw, Bucky could see her mind taking off.

He brought his hands up to rest on her hips, "Look at me." Y/N stood quiet for a moment as she took in his unwavering gaze. "What do you need?”

Y/N took a deep breath, "To be your queen.”

He gently pulled her closer. His lips pressed against hers, a tingling sensation ran through her body. Y/N felt Bucky’s hands gently slide down to the crook of her knees. He pulled her up onto his lap, sliding his hands over her thighs following the curve of her ass, before pulling her flush as he deepened the kiss. His lips moved against hers with a gentle urgency as they began to get lost in each other. In that moment, nothing else mattered - no worries or fears, no past or future. There was only the heat of the moment, the electricity between them.

Y/N let her fingers sink back into his hair, tugging slightly, as a low moan tumbled from Bucky’s mouth. “I need more.” Y/N said as Bucky kissed down to the nape of her neck.

He slid his hands up under the hem on her shirt, letting them slowly trail up her sides. Her chest heaved as his thumbs ghosted the underside of her breasts. 

She pulled herself off him, sliding herself back to stand between his legs again, slowly she pulled her shirt up and over her head. He reached up and pulled his own shirt over his head, discarding it. He leaned back, picking up his hips as he pulled his pants down, kicking them off. His length sprung up to full attention and Y/N’s eyes dilated. She stood back admiring Bucky, taking in his sheer size, she bit her lip as her core began to pulse. 

“Come here,” Bucky’s words pulled her in like a lure.

As she climbed back on his lap her hands came to the side of his face and pulled him into her lips. A breathy sigh of a moan escaped Y/N. She lifted herself up on her knees, pushing him slightly back to get to the right angle. She could feel his tip resting at her entrance.

Bucky nudged her nose with his, getting her to look at him. She held eye contact as she slowly slid down, feeling herself stretch around him until she bottomed out. A broken gasp fell from Y/N as the feeling of fullness made her body shutter, Bucky’s stomach twitched in response. She slowly began to roll her hips. His hands squeezed her thighs as he let out a swallowed moan. Her pace quickened until her hips began to fall out of rhythm as she desperately chased her release. 

"That's it sweetheart," His words of encouragement doused in an aroused tone. He felt her sides flutter. He could feel her pressing down on him. He kissed the edge of her jaw as his other hand cupped the back of her head before slowly sliding his lips down her neck. Grazing over her nipples. Another flutter. Her hand slid up into his hair and gently pulled him closer, pressing her nipple to his lips.  The way she took what she wanted made him feral. "Fuck" Bucky whispered. The sound was low and guttural, skittering over her skin like wildfire. 

With every heavy breath a moan escaped. With the last roll of her hips her orgasm exploded through her. Y/N's let out a choked moan as her knees clenched together on either side of Bucky. She felt his metal fingers splayed across her back and his flesh held onto her waist. 

Still fully seated, She let her head fall onto his shoulder as she attempted to catch her breath. Bucky pressed his lips to the other side of her neck before tipping her head back up to see her face. She felt like she was floating in euphoria.

"Feeling good?" Bucky's hand cradled her head. 

A smile spread on her face as she nodded into his hand. "I need more."

Bucky pulled her face to his, guiding her to his lips. Kissing her slowly as he reached his hands behind her, sliding them down her back. He began kissing down her neck and chest as she leaned back slightly. He sucked a nipple into his mouth, feeling Y/N pulse around his sheathed member. He let it fall from his mouth watching the soft skin bounce slightly before latching on again. Y/N squirmed, grinding down, desperate for any movement. 

Bucky gripped her hips and pressed her down further as he worshipped her chest. "James," His name came out as a broken whine. 

"Say that again." Bucky instructed, "Say my name."

"Ja-ahhhh-mes" He sucked her nipple again as she spoke. 

He smirked slightly as he slid his hands under her ass and stood up, Y/N held on as Bucky turned them around and dropped her on the bed. Y/N rubbed her thighs together from the loss of friction. Bucky watched for a moment before Y/N let her legs fall open. Splayed fully open for him, Bucky instantly crawled over, his breath against her sex making her shutter. His lips trailed kisses up her stomach. 

“How many nights have you imagined me like this?” A low chuckle came from Bucky, “Not just nights, and not just this.” He sucked her nipple between his teeth, making her gasp, before he soothed the shock away with his tongue. Y/N’s fingers ghosted over his hairline as she slid them back into his hair, he looked up at her and his eyes darkened as he sunk down and ran his tongue flat against her core. 

Her fingers curled, pulling his hair as her back arched off the bed. Electricity buzzed and exploded up over her body. His hands gripped her hips, keeping her from going too far.

Y/N fell further into bliss as Bucky explored her folds with his tongue. Soft moans spilled between her breaths. She gasped as he slowly inserted a finger, moving it in and out, then two, he felt her walls constrict as he slowly moved and curled his fingers. Y/N began to rock her hips against his face. His lips captured her clit sucking softly before pulling back, letting it fall from his lips. Y/N’s mouth fell open as the filthiest moan fell from her lips. 

He began rubbing his lips and tongue against her in a smooth pattern that felt like a love letter. Her hands gripped his, slipping back to his wrists as she writhed with him, completely letting him guide her over the edge. 

A choked moan came as Y/N’s legs squeezed Bucky’s head. She involuntarily curled up. Bucky wiped his mouth as he sat back on his knees, bringing his fingers up, sucking them clean.

He reached down and grasped her thighs, pulling them up and over his. He leaned back down, letting his hands slide up her torso, up and under her breasts, as his lips found hers once more. 

Y/N could feel his tip at her entrance, and it sent a shiver down her spine. 

She clung to his shoulders, nails dragging across his skin as he slowly pushed himself to his base. She felt the stretch as Bucky began to roll his hips, slowly dragging himself in and out. He began to pick up his pace, to read her body and follow her needs. Y/N hand snaked back around Bucky’s neck, as he sat back up on his knees, she clung to him as he continued his relentless pace. Y/N gripped onto the back of his neck with one hand as she found his knee with her other hand, propping herself up. There was no need however, as Bucky held her up, with his metal hand firmly on her ass and his flesh arm wrapped around the small of her back. He watched as her eyes rolled back into her head, his lips catch and dragged up her neck before sucking on her pulse.

Y/N’s body trembled as she fought to hold back, selfishly wanting more yet not knowing if she could take it. 

She felt her core wound as tight as it would go, unable to hold on to it any longer, she let go. Her body shuttered and Bucky could feel her orgasm pulse around him, squeeze him. He continued, fucking her through, dragging her out as far as he could. He was close and couldn't take it anymore. He let Y/N fall back onto the bed, as he pulled out and finished on her stomach. 

Their breathing was heavy as Bucky leaned over once more, bringing his hand up to Y/N face, her eyes glossed over in euphoria. “Are you okay?’

“Yeah,” She shook her head as she let out a sigh, “More than,”

A smile spread across Bucky’s face as he kissed her, “I am going to go get the shower ready for you, is that okay?”

Y/N Shook her head again before gently pressing her lips to his. “I need to lay here for a moment.”

“You just lay here and look pretty,” Bucky pulled himself off the bed.

Bucky walked into the bathroom, turning the water on to let it warm up. He quickly washed himself and cleaned up before setting up the bathroom for Y/N. He pulled a fresh towel out, placing it in the warmer next to the shower. A purchase that at first, he thought was ridiculous but has since rescinded that opinion. 

He heard Y/N soft pitter pats as she walked in, the steam beginning to form and build. “All set, towel is in the warmer.”

“Thank you,” Y/N said as she made her way to the shower.

“Don't be too long, your food will get cold.” Bucky kissed her forehead before he left Y/N to clean up as he went back out and continued to reheat the food, he had gotten for her. While the microwave hummed, he stripped the bed and stretched new sheets from corner to corner. Laid out the blankets and pulled them back slightly ready for Y/N to crawl in. 

He pulled down another plate for himself before playing up the food. Just as he finished cleaning up Y/N walked out. “Smells good.” She came up to Bucky’s side, wrapping a hand around his arm, leaning against his shoulder. “I am so hungry,” a laugh escaped Y/N, her head moved slightly as Bucky moved his arm. “Go eat, I’ll be right there with some water.”

“Thank you,” Y/N grabbed the plate and took a deep smell through her nose and smiled. “You really did get my favorite.” She said as she settled in on the bed and took a bite.

Bucky sat a cup of water down on her side table before crawling in to join her, “I know. I know all your favorites.”

“Oh?” Y/N asked as she took another bite. 

“And I have the rest of the night to figure out the ones I don't know.” A blush spread across Y/N’s cheeks. 

“I am looking forward to it.” She smiled as she glanced over at Bucky. “I could get use to this queen shit.”

“Oh, you just wait Doll,” Bucky replied. “I am just getting started.”

-End-

[azaleassence]

Party 4 u - II

part 2 to Party 4 u -- part 1 -> find part 1 here

pairing: self-doubter!bucky x yearner!reader

summary: ever since you joined the Avengers, you always found Bucky attractive and interesting. call it love at first sight maybe. during your time in the Avengers, you'd always go over your limit when he's around-- wishing to just impress him. but despite everything, ever show-off, every flirtatious comment you throw at him, every mention of your name-- he never gave you at least a bit of his attention. it wasn't until your birthday when you decided you were done. the last string pulled? him not coming to your birthday. you lived your life knowing that he never got the hint but... a part of him knew, he always has.

warnings: self-doubting bucky, use of alcohol, being drunk, speaking out her drunk thoughts, both stubborn reader and bucky, mentions of blood, stitching up wounds, and cleaning of wounds, slightly ooc bucky, no use of y/n

a/n: thank you so much for all the likes and reblogs on my first part, my highlight of the day was the notifications i kept getting here in tumblr ^^

length: 2.8k words

[You could watch me pull up on your body]

Coming back from a failed mission, you were covered in bruises and wounds. Your white jacket was stained with dirt and mud, you don't remember from where.

The mission you attended was a trap, an ambush. They were luring all of you in to only activate the Winter Soldier inside Bucky. Instead of you focusing on the enemies, you were faced with an enraged Winter Soldier.

It took all three of your combined strength to finally knock him out. And here you are; all bloodied up and dirty. Sam and Steve had their fair share of the blood and wounds on their body while Bucky basically had his face scarred due to the punches you were throwing at him.

So here you are, inside his room: sitting on a chair beside his bed where he was laying on and tending to the cuts on his face. You couldn't lie but you did go overboard on knocking him out whenever you got the chance, so you paid the price by tending to him.

Not like you were hating the idea, being close to him? Were the gods listening to you?

You snap from your thoughts as you notice his eyes fluttered open. Being cautious, you immediately stood up from the chair and moved away from him if ever he still was the winter soldier version of himself.

He noticed you moving away from him as he furrowed his eyebrows and blinked his eyes a couple of times to adjust to the light. He sat up on the bed, groaning in pain due to his sore limbs and hundreds of wounds and stitches around his body.

"Don't move too much. I had just finished stitching the open wound on your leg." You said with a small voice as you walked closer to him and closed the first aid kit you had taken from your room.

"What..." He mumbled, confused. His eyes were looking around the room as if trying to remember some of the memories before it all turned fuzzy during the mission. His eyes darted everywhere until it landed on your focused and scarred up face when you threw away all the dirtied cotton balls you had used to clean him up. 

You noticed his confusion as his eyes landed on you. You purse your lips as you sighed before pulling the chair away from the bed and sitting on it.

"You went... full-on winter soldier on us. The mission was a trap." You filled him in as you looked at his face, sensing more curiosity and confusion. 

"And that?" He asked as he referred to your face.

"Your artwork." You retorted as an almost nonexistent frown appeared on his face, it was so small you almost didn't see it. "I got you back though, don't worry. My face isn't the only one wrecked here." You added, taking heavy weight off of his shoulder with your short words to light up the mood.

An awkward silence passed the two of you as you looked around the room before standing up from the chair and grabbing your first aid kit.

"You should get some rest and avoid moving too much, you have 2 stitches on your leg, 4 on your stomach, and 1 on your flesh arm." You pointed out as you turned around and left.

Before Bucky could mutter a word of thanks to you, you had already closed the door and went out your way to go back to your room.

Bucky laid back down on his bed, his metal forearm resting on his forehead as his eyes remained at the ceiling. He fucked up. Hurting you? What was he thinking?

[Like it's summer, take my clothes off in the water]

This was refreshing. After the trap mission you attended about 3 months ago, you came home from a new mission with little to none bruises on your body.

All because you had helped conduct a plan with Natasha and Steve. The ideas, the execution-- all were proposed by you and all went off well once the mission was done. You felt... fulfilled.

As you made it to the Avengers tower, you were walking past your teammates to go back to your room. Sam put a hand on your shoulder as you stopped and looked at him.

"You should plan more missions, we cannot afford anymore first aid kits." Sam joked as you patted his hand on your shoulder.

"You're very much welcome, Sam. Although, I only take tokens of gratitude with alcohol and beer." You retorted as he took his hand off of your shoulder.

"You got it, boss." Sam flashed you a smile as he looked at the direction where the rest of the Avengers were going to-- the lounge. "Hey, everybody! Drinks tonight at the bar, all on me." He calls out as you let out a short laugh at his enthusiasm. 

"Hell yeah, I'm getting tired with the rich-ass wine Tony has in this place." Bruce yelled from the lounge. "No offense, Stark." He said in a more quiet manner as Tony shook his head.

Sam looked at you as you chuckled and nodded, agreeing to the drinks thing. Sam walked away as he went to join the rest of the team in the lounge.

[Splash around and get you blessed like holy water]

As you turned around to walk to the hallway to your room, Bucky was walking towards the direction where you were standing. His eyes gazed at you as he found himself almost slowing down his pace before picking it up again and walking past you.

You stood there, your feet planted on the floor as you blinked a couple of times before letting out a breath you didn't realize you were holding in when you saw Bucky approach you.

You turned your head to the direction of the lounge as Bucky continued to walk away from you, not even bothering to look back at you.

Sighing to yourself and your silly thoughts-- you turned and walked to your room.

[I don't know what you've been waiting for]

Sitting in the warm-lit kitchen with hot tea nesting in both your hands. Was this the second time in a week where you're ranting to Natasha about these unspoken feelings?

"I don't know anymore, Nat." You sighed as you finished pouring out all your feelings to her as she listened with a focused face.

"Why won't you just... tell him?" She asked in response as she leaned on the counter.

"If only it was that easy." You murmured. "Have you seen how the man *ignores* me? I saved his ass multiple times during missions and yet there was no nod of approval, no thank you's, nothing. Whenever I pin Sam down during training, he always looks away-- uninterested." You pointed out as Natasha let out a short sigh.

"You're overthinking it." 

"I'm literally not. Confessing my feelings to him would be just pure suicide, I'd rather get sent to space." You muttered as you took a long sip from your mug.

"But keeping it to yourself would only kill you little by little." She countered as you frowned at her words, not even denying the fact that it was actually gnawing on you every waking second. "And plus... maybe he also has hidden feelings towards you; just waiting for the right time to tell you, y'know, with the two of you being busy majority of the time, it's hard to find a time." She tried to reassure you but your heart felt nothing but icy cold as you doubt he was feeling the same. 

God, this was tiring.

[You know I've been waiting for you]

"Buck, we're gonna be late for her birthday." Steve sighed as he rested his elbows on his knees while sitting on the edge of Bucky's bed.

"I know that... I just... I don't know how I can face her." Bucky muttered as he paced back and forth in his room.

During the entirety of Steve's life where he had known Bucky (excluding their cryo era), not once has he seen Bucky this nervous to see a girl. Well, not until now.

"What are you even stressing about?" Steve asked as he rubbed his eyes in frustration. It was the same as every other day-- Bucky = stressing for no reason except the fact that he'll see you again which was entirely weird considering that you've been coworkers for so long now, and Steve being there for him to get him through his stressed episodes.

"What if she doesn't like my gift? I knew that I should've splurged for something better." Bucky asked as he looked at the paper bag on his desk. 

"Bucky, it won't matter. I'm sure that she'd appreciate that-- love it even. And if I'm not wrong, as long as you give her a gift-- she'd be grateful, hell, if you gave her an empty paper bag; she would worship it and keep it." Steve sighed as he looked up at Bucky.

"An empty paper bag? What kind of gift is that?" Bucky furrowed his eyebrows.

"It was a figure of speech, Buck. But that's not the point-- you're getting all stressed for nothing." Steve assured him. "Don't you see how the girl looks at you? It's like you hang the stars and moons in the night sky." Steve points out. "She likes you, Bucky."

Bucky stops as he looks out the window from his room. "I know... I just don't think that I deserve it-- her love." He muttered.

Steve sighs again, how many times has he heard the same thing from Bucky? Over a million. He understood that Bucky was in denial-- it was a clear sign since he hasn't felt these feelings towards a girl since the 40s, but Steve never understood how stubborn he could be.

So then, Bucky ran to him once again until Steve gave him a million-dollar advice before leaving and going to the direction of the place you had rented out for your birthday-- leaving Bucky alone to dwell on his thoughts, alone.

He even came across the thought to just... not go. But he couldn't do that, not to you at least. So after giving his dwelling more time, he grabbed his keys to his motorbike and drove to the place, ignoring how his heart pounded in his chest.

[(I only threw this party for you)]

So here he was. 2 and half hours late to your party and standing beside you, inches away.

"Bucky?" You called out for him as he took his eyes off of the city lights and turned to look at you. "You're here?"

Once he got a clear look at your face, it was clear that you were crying. Dried up tears on your cheeks, swollen eyes, and the red nose? A flash of concern went through him.

[All I'm thinking, all I know is]

"I did. Sorry I was late." He apologized as you fully looked at him with droopy eyes.

"Asshole." You cursed him out, clearly drunk as the curse smoothly left your mouth. "You know how long I waited for you?" You asked with a quiet voice that brought pangs of pain shoot through Bucky's chest.

"I was conflicted with something." He responded with sympathy as he noticed how your eyes glistened. "I'm sorry." He apologized again.

[That I hope you knock on my door]

"Whatever." You slur as you looked away from him, your eyes blinking twice to blink away and tear and refocus your eyesight once you get a little too sleepy due to the countless drinks you had taken.

Bucky took a step to his side, getting close to you until his arm was only an inch away from your right one. 

The action didn't go unnoticed by you as you felt a shiver go down your spine, you don't know if it was because of how close he was or the breeze by the wind-- you were too drunk to care.

[Nervous energy]

From your blurry peripheral, you see how he takes his arms off of the railing and turns to look at you but your body freezes, you couldn't face him, at least not now. Not with the tears clouding your eyes and not with your body shivering.

He saw how you didn't return his gaze, he noticed it all. Without skipping a beat, he takes off of his black leather jacket and places it over your shoulders, it was big enough to cover half of your dress.

Your heart stopped as you finally looked at him, your eyes droopy as the alcohol caught up to you. Nothing was exchanged between the two of you, no words, no sounds-- just the silence.

[My heart rate rises higher, higher up]

"What... what is this?" You asked, the words coming out of your mouth drunkenly and before you could even assess what you were saying. 

"What do you mean?" He asked as he furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, tilting his head slightly.

"This." You referred to the whole thing, the alcohol clouding your judgement before you could stop letting the words out. "One time you'll be nice and understanding to me, the following-- you'd ignore me as if I don't exist." You let the drunken thoughts out while Bucky looked at you with a guilt-pained expression.

"I... I don't-"

"Don't deny it, you asshole. You act like I'm an incurable disease during some days and act like I'm the oxygen you need to breathe during the others." You looked at him, helpless as the words continued to fall from your mouth. "Just be straight and tell me that you don't give a shit about me so I can finally go and move on." You added, your chest tightening with every word, every syllable, and every letter.

Bucky opened his mouth to deny what you implied before closing it again as he took a double take to the conversation he and Steve had before-- was he really worth your love after making you feel like this? Helpless, tired, and broken?

[I wish you'd get here, kiss my face]

The alcohol was still in your system but it slowly exited your system as you continued to hold eye contact with Bucky. A strong wind gushed through the rooftop as the leather jacket around your shoulders fell to your feet. You couldn't be bothered to pick it up as Bucky struggled to form words in his mouth.

A scoff left your mouth in disbelief at the lack of response you got from him. You were used to not having long conversations with him but with something so serious as this one-- you expected him to at least hold the conversation for 5 minutes.

[Instead you're somewhere far away]

"I hate you. I wish... I wish I never had fallen for you." You sucked in a harsh breath, stepping back as you almost lost your balance. Bucky was quick to reach his hand out for you but you pushed them away once you regained your balance. "Don't." You breathed out as you turned around from him and walked to the door back inside the place, you wrapped your hands around yourself as a way to try and warm you up.

Bucky stood alone on the rooftop, an empty hole in his chest as he glanced at his leather jacket on the floor, your words hanging heavy around him.

"I wish I hadn't fallen for you either." Bucky muttered to himself as he watched you walk inside. His words didn't hold resentment nor hatred towards you-- it held hatred for himself.

[My nervous energy will stay]

After your birthday, you bid your friends and peers goodbye as they left the place one by one. You stayed behind to pay the remaining half of the bill.

After paying, you walked back to the booth where you hung out with your team, seeing your phone by the booth, but it wasn't alone. Beside it was a brown paper bag with a tag.

Thinking that it was a gift from Natasha, you grabbed it along with your phone and read the tag on the paperbag.

[I hope you realize one day]

'Happy birthday, from Bucky'

Your heart stopped as you read the tag and opened the paper bag, taking the paper filling out as your eyes landed at a rectangular box inside. Grabbing it and taking it out of the bag, you opened the box as you were greeted with a shimmering necklace.

A necklace you remembered losing during your last mission-- a necklace that you wore since for as long as you can remember. A paper was stuck to the box with his handwriting. 

'I know it isn't the original but I know how much you value your necklace, happy birthday'.

A pang hit your chest as you read the letter again and again until a notification sound from your phone snapped you out of your thoughts. You closed the box and placed it back inside the paperbag before opening your phone to see a notification from himself.

Bucky:

Please let me explain myself

I can't let you go just like this.

[Party on you]

a/n: can ya'll tell that i rushed this :,(

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[solixiaa]

Every morning ⊹ ࣪ ˖

pairing : bucky barnes x reader (library/coffee shop au) just a quick little drabble/one shot that's been in my drafts 𐔌՞. .՞𐦯 word count : 800

summary : You're not sure when it started- the looking, the lingering. But today you decide to sit.

recommended listening : hello? - clairo ❝Are you in to me, like I'm in to you?❞ ♡

Your 'friendship' started off slow.

He always sat in the back of the library. Eyes locked on a book like his life depended on it—but never really seemed present. Never mentally there. No matter how many times his eyes skimmed over the same line.

After about a week of him visiting your library consistently, you decide to approach him. A cheap coffee, in an even cheaper styrofoam cup, clenched in your hand. Anxious lump in your throat.

He sat there. In the same spot as always. Rereading the same book over, and over. Rarely turning the pages. His brows furrowed in concentration. A few days worth of stubble tracing the sharp line of his jaw, catching the morning light. 

The coffee lightly swishes in the cup as you hold it out to him like it’s a peace offering. “Didn’t know how you like it,” you awkwardly laugh. “It’s just plain coffee.”

For once his eyes aren’t absently focused on the book—but looking up. At you.

He reaches out, taking the cup slowly. “Thanks.” He murmurs lowly under his breath. Voice low and rusty—like he hadn’t spoken for days.

Although you didn’t know it—this would become routine.

By week two, you’d bring his coffees every morning. And every time, you were too nervous to stay. To sit. To really talk to him. Always feeling like you were overstaying your welcome—even if it’s your library.

You never noticed how his eyes lingered when your back was turned. Or how he’d part his lips in an attempt to say something—just as you’d walk away.

You did notice how you started looking for him every morning. How your eyes darted to the door every time the bells above it chimed. Or how your heart flipped when your fingers brushed as you handed him his coffee.

That, you did notice.

You noticed that today feels different. Maybe because you actually slept last night. Or because he almost smiled at you when walking in this morning. It felt different—but everything remained the same. The routine. The coffee. The silence. The space between you.

But something in you is different.

This time, you don’t walk away.

When you hand him his coffee, you sit across from him. Hands folded in your lap, anxiously fiddling with the hem of your dress. Your heart thudding so loud you feel it in your ears. And then—when you meet his eyes—you suddenly forget how to socialize.

“Hi,” You manage to muster, a shy smile tugging at the corners of your lips.

He slowly sets his book down—and blinks. A little surprised, then offers a half-smile that’s almost shy too.

“Hey.” He finally responds.

You both just sit there for a moment. Taking in the other for the first time. Noticing the small things—Like the light bags under his eyes like he hadn’t slept right in weeks. Or how is hair slightly curls at the ends.

The silence is thick but somehow uncomfortable. The low jazz playing being the only sound between you.

“I didn’t think you’d actually…sit.” He admits with a soft chuckle, eyes flickering down to your hands.

Your hands twist at the fabric nervously. “Yeah, well. I figured maybe I’m tired of just handing over coffee.”

He chuckles softly, the sound warm and easy. “Me too.”

You just look at each other—no words needed. Just quiet that understanding hanging between you. The smell of now cold coffee filling the air. You glance down at your hands and back up at him. “I uh…never actually got your name.” You say quietly.

“Bucky. I’m Bucky.” He smiles and leans forward slightly, coffee cradled in his hands.

And then, with the smallest breath of courage, you tell him your name. He repeats it softly. Like he’s memorizing it. Like he’s carrying it with him.

And when he smiles this time, it’s soft. Earnest. Like he’s been waiting for this moment too.

He taps the cover of the book sitting on the table between you. “This any good?” He asks, thumb still brushing across the spine.

You tilt your head. “You’ve been reading it for two weeks.”

“Skimming,” He admits, a sheepish half-smile tugging at his mouth. “Think I need someone to explain it to me.”

Your brows lift slightly, teasing. “Oh, so now you want my help?”

He shrugs, soft and careful. “If you’re free after work…maybe you could walk me through it. Or just…I don’t know. Tell me what you think.”

He pauses for a moment—his eyes flicking from the book to you.

“If you want.”

Your lips twitch. Your heart stutters.

“Yeah,” you say, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “I want to.”

So this time, when it falls quiet—it doesn’t feel like the end of something. It feels like the beginning. And when you go back to work, and he stays, eyes still lingering. When you catch his glance, and he smiles—

It feels like a promise.

꒰ ©solixiaa ꒱ 

[peachycheekz]

Take Aim

a/n: July 13th / Injury / "Don't ever do that again." My dog has been waking me up at five thirty sharp for the past three days and I feel like I'm on the brink of insanity. CW: Blood, Injury, Angst, Hurt/Comfort WC: 2.9K

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You were never supposed to be there.

You were supposed to be back at the jet, behind your screens and tablets, your voice in his ear.

You were supposed to be safe.

"Dammit!" With gritted teeth Bucky pressed down on your abdomen, hands sticky and wet with your blood that didn't seem to want to stay in your body any longer no matter how desperately he tried to stop the flow. There was so much red covering your skin. Staining his hands in a frantic attempt to keep you alive.

Red like regret. Red like his past.

If he pushed any harder, he was afraid of doing more harm than good.

If he stopped, you would die. And it would all be his fault.

How did this happen?

"Come on now, doll." Your eyes fluttered shut slowly. "Don't you dare do this to me. Don't you dare!"

How could he let this happen?

⌯⁍ ⌖

Sometimes you wondered why you even had to come on field missions when all you did — all you were good for — was track the team on your mobile surveillance station from the relative safety of the jet and give direction when needed.

You were a guiding voice in their ear, at times a source of steady comfort when a mission went to shit. You always had a solution up your sleeve, even when everyone else thought they had run into a complete dead-end. If there was one thing the Avengers could count on, it was your ability to get them out of a tight spot when even earth's mightiest heroes drew a blank.

Or whatever else Steve liked to pull out of his ass when the seeds of doubt Bucky kept planting in your mind with his derogatory remarks and his derisive glares took root. You never knew a person could unravel your self-confidence with just a sideways glance until you met Bucky Barnes.

To him you seemed to be nothing more than an inconvenience. A civilian playing dress up with the big important hero people. Bucky saw you as a liability. He looked down on you (literally), managed to make you feel inadequate with nothing but a well timed, irritated huff and absolute, stony silence.

He didn't want to have you on the team and he was making it painfully obvious at every opportunity. In pointing out your lack of experience, with snarky comments about your posture during training, by completely and utterly disregarding anything you said to him.

Sometimes you even thought he muted his coms on purpose just so he wouldn't have to listen to your voice during missions.

Steve said to give him time, that he was just wary of you because he didn't know you well enough yet. You weren't so sure about that. But compared to what everybody else was saying when you confided in them about the relationship — or lack thereof — between you and the emotionally constipated super soldier it was at least somewhat comforting.

Wanda had only made a vague comment about his thoughts regarding you and you hadn't bothered prodding. What else could he possibly think of you besides how your very breathing grated on his nerves? Nat, who you thought was probably the only person that could give you valuable insight on the grumpy old man's internal workings, had only smirked suggestively and what Tony had proposed you do to get in Bucky's good graces, you didn't bother thinking about twice.

And you made a mental note to never ask the billionaire for advice again.

If you were honest you'd given up on getting him to see you as anything more than the dirt beneath his feet. That was like trying to light a fire in a thunderstorm. At sea. With a soaked pack of matches.

The last attempt, you made at Christmas last year. You put a lot of thought into what to get him, something personal, something helpful but he never even opened it. Had just stared at the wrapping like it personally wronged him.

The present was gone from beneath the outrageously decorated Christmas tree the next morning and you guessed he probably tossed it.

From then on you stopped trying. No more coffee ready for him on the rare occasions you were up before him. He didn't need the caffeine but you knew he liked the taste. And continuity. No more soft smiles and offering to listen, knowing fully well you were the last person he would ever entrust with something as guarded as his issues. But you liked to believe he appreciated having the opportunity if he ever wanted to.

You even quit carrying around an extra pair of leather gloves in your purse when the team went out or had to do press conferences. Bucky misplaced his like clockwork and even though he was much more comfortable with his vibranium arm now, he still tended to get uncomfortable about it in crowds.

He simply didn't like you and no amount of plum tarts baked at three am because he was having a terrible week mentally was going to fix that.

Squirming in your seat you tried to get comfortable as the Quinjet soared through the sky. Natasha and Steve were conspiring about something in the cockpit but the few words that filtered back to you were so wildly thrown together you had absolutely no idea what the topic was.

Something about spinach, piñatas and hand lotion.

Clint was napping, completely unbothered.

And the psychologically unstable man fighting tooth and nail against any act of kindness like it was a crime committed against him? Staring.

Looking at you like you were the cause of all his more recent issues. The root of whatever new evil it was he chose to fight instead of allowing himself a bit of peace of mind.

Sometimes you did wish to know what he was thinking about when he looked at you like that.

For someone with a multitude of conflicting thoughts breakdancing behind his skull at all times, Bucky was a man of few words. In fact, he was a pretty big fan of silence and not speaking. At all. Ever.

Especially not to you.

He was seventy-eight point nine percent sure he'd slip up and actually thank you for the weighted blanket you gave him for Christmas. The present he pretended he didn't want but had come to love so much, sometimes he didn't want to put it in the washer because it helped more than he would ever be ready to admit. And the first couple nights he slept with it, it had still smelled like you. Like comfort.

Or confess to something equally as ridiculous.

Like the time he caught you baking in the dead of night and had watched an embarrassingly long amount of time from the shadows because the way the dim kitchen light illuminated the soft features of your face and the humming of a tune he didn't recognise captured him in a way little else ever had.

And if he wasn't so uptight about his own feelings, he'd apologise to you for being such a dick. Unfortunately he feared the walls he spent endless years raising around his mind, his heart, had become insurmountable.

The Quinjet lurched in the air, Nat mumbled an apology before setting the aircraft down gently. You looked a little green in the face, Bucky noticed. And your tactical vest hung around your frame too loosely for his liking.

While the others got ready, checked their gear, went over intel again (and again), you set up your mobile surveillance station. Computers whirred to life, screens flickered on. Your fingers flew across the keyboard so quickly it made Bucky wonder if you were even pressing any keys. And that damn vest. Too big on you. It irked him more than Steve obsessively reciting the mission outline like a prayer.

You had smiles for everyone but him while you handed out the tech stuff, reminded the team to keep the coms on at all times — a subtle glance in his direction. Via the sensors on their suits you could keep track of their vitals, their location. Another subtle glance his way.

Bucky rolled his eyes, huffed quietly and fought like hell to not smirk back at you.

And then it was go time but his feet wouldn't follow behind Steve and the others. No, they dragged him right back to where you were fumbling with the zippers on your vest.

"Come here." You startled at the rough command, hands frozen mid-movement, eyes wide and holding too many questions Bucky wished he had the answers to. You took a beat too long to move so he reached out and pulled you impossibly close by the lapels on your vest. So close you were sure he heard the hitch in your breath and the uptake of your heartbeat.

His eyes were twin seas of solid ice daring you to put cracks in the immaculate surface.

"Too loose," he grumbled, fastening the vest in place with nimble fingers. Much gentler than you would've expected him to ever be with you. "There. That's better."

"Thank you," you breathed, baffled. His hands lingered a moment longer than necessary. For one millisecond he looked like was going to say something he'd quite possibly regret. Then he stepped away, turned his back. He was almost down the ramp by the others when you remembered how to speak properly.

"Bucky!" He didn't turn, just stopped, shoulders straightening. "Be careful," you called out to him, "please."

When you finally took your place behind your screens to give everyone's vitals a quick once-over the indicator representing Bucky's pulse was a tad bit higher than it was normally.

Somewhere between the team touching ground zero and the arrival at the supposedly abandoned former Hydra base everything went to absolute shit.

One moment all was as going as planned, the next, one of the screens connected to a drone went out. Clint's vitals were flickering in and out of existence, Nat's tracker was showing she was currently in Iceland, which, if she hadn't spontaneously developed the ability to portal herself places, was impossible. Bucky wasn't responding on coms.

"Steve I don't know what's happening. " You were pacing frantically, trying every trick in the book to regain control over your system. There must be an interfering transmitter somewhere in that building messing everything up. "Steve? Cap? Hello?" Static was your only response.

"Oh no, no, no," you muttered frenetically. This wasn't how things were supposed to go. "Fuck!"

With shaky hands you tried one more time to get the picture back on the drone, what you saw when you finally did caused your heart to lodge in your throat.

The drone was honed in on Bucky's location. Nowhere near where he was supposed to be but you'd be mad at him for that later. If there was a later for him. What made your gut twist with anxiety was the sniper training his rifle on the back of his head.

The one he didn't see. The one you couldn't warn him about because none of your shit was working. Finger lazily hovering above the trigger.

Your headset clanked to the floor, the metallic echo drowned out by your boots drilling into the ground while you ran as fast as you could, hoping against all odds you could make it in time. You weren't prepared, didn't even have a gun on you. But you didn't care about anything else than preventing Bucky from getting his head blown clean off his shoulders. Not on your watch.

Not him.

Lungs burning, adrenaline pumping through your veins with a vehemence that robbed you of any clear thought, you rounded a corner. There was no time to skid to a halt, not enough breath left to form a scream. A warning. You pushed your body to the brink trying to get to the oblivious super soldier in time.

Every ounce of strength went into the next sprint, into a vain fight against a fugitive second. Into clinging to hope.

The moment before you collided with him felt like swimming upstream through a waterfall. Not a moment later you heard the rifle go off.

You hit the ground with a breathless scream and drowned in a world of brutal agony as the bullet ripped through your skin, through muscle and flesh.

⌯⁍ ⌖

Beep. Beep. Beep.

You didn't remember your alarm to be so annoying. Actually, you didn't remember setting one at all. And if you had why was it sounding so different?

A dull ache throbbed in every single muscle you tried to move and your eyes felt as if glued shut. Mouth parched, mind in a daze, you raked your tired brain for any clue of what had happened. Where you were. Every time you came up empty.

Somewhere a voice called your name but it sounded so far away. Familiar. Worried.

Again, with a voice like sandpaper. Closer this time. Something metallic curled around the hand that was clenched tightly around a blanket that was far too thin to be your own.

"Come on, doll." Bucky? You tried to speak but no words followed the effort. "Open those eyes for me."

Why would Bucky be waking you up? Maybe you overslept? Wasn't there a mission you had to leave for?

A mission…

The sound of a gunshot ripped through your mind like lightning, you gasped for air, then, with an effort far greater than it had any business being, you cracked your lids open.

Impossibly blue eyes stared back at you, wide and desperate and angry and relieved. You've never seen Bucky so emotional before. He seemed as if he didn't know what to feel first and what to better keep locked far away.

His vibranium hand was curled around yours almost tenderly, like you were something fragile. There was an infusion catheter in the other, connecting you to an IV drip. A monitor, too. The air reeked of disinfectant and hopelessness.

"Hi?" Your voice came out rusty, more like a half whisper. But it was enough to pull Bucky back to the present. He pulled himself together again, locked his walls back in place, leaned back in the uncomfortable visitor chair he dragged to your bedside.

"What were you thinking?" He snapped, eyes briefly flickering to your middle where you could feel bandages tightly wrapped around your stomach. "Running into the line of fire like that. Are you stupid?"

There were deep, dark circles beneath his eyes like he hadn't slept in days and his voice lacked any of its usual bite. Any of the malice you were sure he was trying to put in it. Bucky just sounded exhausted. Defeated. There were cracks in his icy exterior when his eyes found yours again. "You can't just…you almost died, okay? You almost fucking died. Don't you ever, ever, do that again."

His hands balled to fists in his lap and you thought you heard his voice splinter into a thousand tiny fragments. "Not because of me."

For a good, long moment you weren't sure how to respond to that. Did he really think himself unworthy of being saved? He would throw himself in front of danger for anyone without thinking twice about it, but him being the one protected he couldn't handle? A weight settled on your chest as you realised he actually didn't think himself deserving of what you did.

"Bucky." You extended a hand and to your surprise he took it. Scooted closer with his chair. "Especially because it's you." He opened his mouth in protest but you silenced him with a squeeze of his hand. His palm was rough against yours, but warm. Secure. "And I'd do it again, even knowing I could die." The corners of his mouth turned downward but he let you speak.

"You have no idea how panicked I was when our system crashed. I couldn't reach anyone and I didn't have a clue what was going on. I was so afraid, Bucky. Terrified. And then, then I saw that gun trained on you and I just - I just went for it. Not a second thought. I couldn't have lived with myself if I let you die."

"But I'm horrible to you. Like all the time." Absentmindedly his thumb traced the back of your hand in soothing strokes. He couldn't hold your gaze, there was too much affection in it and he felt far too ashamed.

"You are."

"I'm sorry," he mumbled quietly. "I don't know why I keep being an ass. I-it's…complicated." He raked his free hand through his messy hair, shoulders slumping. "Jesus, I thought I was losing you. And I-I don't want that to happen. Ever. I don't…I can't…"

Slowly, you took your hand from his, let it rest against his stubbled cheek instead. Bucky froze for the briefest of moments before his eyes fluttered shut and he leaned into the touch, exhaustion evident in every chiseled feature of his face. He sighed as if he was carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders.

"Get some sleep, Bucky."

"…not leaving you," he muttered. His head dropped to rest in the crook of his elbow on the edge of your bed. He could barely keep his eyes open. As if he's kept himself awake just long enough to make sure you actually were alive. Maybe he thought he didn't deserve to rest until he had made absolutely sure you were fine.

"I'm not going anywhere," you whispered back, the words holding a far deeper meaning.

Gently your fingers tangled in the dishevelled strands of his hair. A low, appreciative hum was the last thing you heard from him before he finally fell asleep in the comfort of what he was longing for.

[theladyofmanyfandomsfanfiction]

Imagine Bucky getting jealous on a mission…

“They know what they’re doing, Buck.” Sam reminded with a small shoulder pat. The Falcon began to scope around for the cleanest escape route to avoid the guards.

Bucky, however, looked over his shoulder. His jaw clenching when he saw you across the bar messily making out with the suspect. He saw you slip your hand into the suspects jacket for a keycard.

It was the mission objective. It should have been enough to sate the envious beast. But it wasn’t.

The sight of your mouth on another’s proved to be too much and the Winter Soldier flinched away. His stomach began to churn as his mind began to overanalyse the interaction.

Sam had turned to tell his partner about a possible strategy but the words were discarded when he recognised the taut shoulders. Sam’s eyes flit over to you where he saw the course of action you took for the case.

“Man, this has to stop.” Sam sighed, taking up his drink from the counter. “If you love them this much - you need to say something.”

Bucky frowned, staring at his untouched drink. “I never said I...”

“You didn’t have to.” Sam’s brow was quirked knowingly before he turned back around to the scene. “We’ve got an exit plan. When we’re back on the plane, you’ve got a few hours to clear the air otherwise you’ll be more green than the Hulk.”

~ More imagines here ~

[moonwalkingprincess]

Shared Demons Bucky Barnes x nurse reader part 1

Summary: You used to be part of the Avengers, but after Ultron brainwashed you and used you to help destroy Sokovia, the guilt made you walk away. You went back to working as a nurse — the profession you had before the accident that gave you your superpowers.

Steve is asking you to care for the Winter Soldier.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x nurse ex avenger reader

Words: 640

Era: Civil war

The sun was shining through your windows as you were sitting on your couch, wearing comfy clothes and watching your favorite show, sipping on a cup of coffee. Suddenly, you heard your phone ring and you looked at who it was.

It was Steve.

You hesitated for a moment before answering. You hadn’t spoken to any of the Avengers since Sokovia.

"Hey, Steve," you greeted, trying to sound casual.

"Y/N," Steve's voice came through, urgent but calm. "I need your help."

Your heart skipped a beat. "What’s going on?" you asked.

"It’s Sam. He’s hurt. I need a nurse…” Steve paused, clearly choosing his words carefully. His voice sounded different—higher, almost like he wasn’t telling the whole truth. "I know you’re not with the Avengers anymore, but you were one of the best... and we could really use your medical skills right now."

"Why can’t you go into a hospital? This is my free day," you asked.

“Haven’t you watched the news?”

“No,” you said.

“Me and Sam are wanted by the government.”

The words made you drag your hand down your face and press your palm firmly against your forehead in the most exhausted, frustrated facepalm you’d done in months.

“Y/N, please…” he begged.

You swallowed. You hadn’t expected this call. After leaving the team to pursue nursing, you thought your days as an Avenger were behind you. At least you tried to think so. But the thought of Sam being injured—and the nurse in you—wouldn’t allow you to ignore someone in need.

“Text me your location and I’ll be there in five,” you said, and hung up the phone.

You grabbed your first aid kit.

—

You followed the address he had sent you, and it led to an abandoned building in a deserted industrial area. Judging by the old machines scattered around, you guessed it was once a factory. Steve met you at the entrance—he had been hiding behind the door—and silently led you down a hallway to a room further inside.

Sam was there. But he wasn’t injured.

Standing in front of you was the Winter Soldier.

Your heart dropped.

You had fought beside Steve against the Winter Soldier years ago. You remembered him. And as soon as you saw him now, rage built up inside you.

You glared at Steve, fury in your eyes. He looked back at you with an apologetic expression.

“So first, you lie to me. And then you ask me to help the man who tried to kill me years ago.”

“I tried to kill you?” the Winter Soldier said.

You snapped your head toward him. You had never heard him speak before. You honestly didn’t think he even could.

You looked at him closely. His face was full of pain, regret, and shame.

Steve gently took your arm and led you to the corner.

“I’m sorry I lied,” he said. “But I knew you wouldn’t come if I told you it was him. Y/N, he was brainwashed. It’s like they created an entirely different person inside him.”

That made you pause.

You remembered what it was like to be under someone else's control. You had been brainwashed by Ultron once and helped him destroy Sokovia. You knew exactly how it felt.

You gave a small nod and turned back to the man in front of you. He took a small step back—though his arm was trapped in some kind of press machine, so he couldn’t go far.

“You don’t need to be afraid of me,” you said softly.

He looked surprised.

“I know that wasn’t really you.”

Steve stood quietly as he watched you begin treating the injuries on his arm. And for the first time since Steve had met him as the winter soldier… he saw a smile on Bucky’s face.

[your-highnessmarvel]

So Much Paperwork

Requested by Anonymous: can you do one with avenger!reader and bucky and they get like either captured by hydra or locked in a room and there sex pollen and they don’t want to get dirty because they’re friends but… eventually they do? ❤️❤️❤️ if you’re not comfortable with this it’s ok!

AN: i’ve never written sex pollen before so bare with me! this is a heeellll of a ride LMMMAAOOOO this is going to spruce up my Bucky masterlist LETS GO

Warnings: smut (oral f!receiving, hand job, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, praising, biting), sex pollen, dub!con action, language, mentions of HYDRA

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MASTERLIST

When Cap had said it was just a Hydra base, you hadn’t expected to enter a motherlode of enemy information. Opening that vault was like finding a cave filled with gold - every inch of the vault was brimming with sensitive Hydra files, all dog-eared, marked up, or highlighted. 

Bucky insisted on going through each and everyone of them. He had you open up each file cabinet, sift through each file, pick out the most interesting of them all, and place them by the door. Thank God you could read German. 

“Look at this one,” he called from the other side of the vault, far off in the corner. 

You were examining a file on something Hydra called Experiment 4H7, Phase 4. You let the file go before even reading the subject of the experiment and made your way towards Bucky. 

He was wearing his familiar all black outfit, the metal arm a stark silver against the vault’s gold and his suit’s black. He looked over his metal shoulder as you approached. 

“I’m guessing they’re keeping more red rooms in Ukraine,” he stated, showing you the file. There were a number of pictures of young girls varying from blondes to brunets to red heads, all different heights, all different shades of skin tones. 

“Yup,” you sighed, pointing to a line in the file. “That’s a graduate class, I’m guessing, look at that.” You pointed to the German word for Graduation and felt a deep pinch in your belly. These poor women. Unaware that they would be stripped of their rights, of what made them woman. 

You swallowed. “Okay,” you said. “I think we should just leave with what’s by the door?”

You stepped back, feeling the tile beneath your booted heel give and fall an inch lower. A metallic sound, like two gears churning to work, echoed loudly in the vault, and slowly, the vault door started shutting. 

“It’s a boobytrap!” Bucky yelled, dropping the file and running to the door, his metallic hand out to stop it.

“Did I step on a mine?” you yelled back, panic gripping every nerve in your body. 

It felt like time slowed as you looked over your shoulder, soft strands of hair slicking against the sweat on your cheek. You saw Bucky arrive at the door when it had but a few inches left to go, jamming his metal fingers between the closing door and the oval frame.

Every beat of your heart burned as you watched his face flush red, veins in his neck pulsing as he struggled to keep the door just a slight inch open. 

And then, overhead, a quiet squirting sound. You felt tiny pinpricks of water touch your cheek and you looked up. 

“Bucky.” But his name was lost to the sound of him groaning, grunting, heels sliding against the cement floor, sweat forming on his upper lip - all to keep the door from closing. “Bucky!”

When he looked back at you, the vault door closed with a deafening boom. 

“Y/N, don’t breathe in!” he gasped, retrieving his fingers form the door, panting as he made his way towards you. 

“Too late,” you said, feeling the minuscule dots of water dampen the inside of your nose, your lips, your tongue. It tasted so sweet. 

“Fuck,” he murmured, bending to your rest his hand on your boot, the one still pressed on the loose tile. “Y/N, I don’t think it’s a mine.”

You shivered, something achy climbing its way up your spine, burying deep in your belly. “Why?” you asked, closing your eyes as you felt his metal fingers clamp hard over your booted ankle. 

“Because,” he answered. “This was just the trigger for the door.”

You sighed. “Of course, I’m the dumbass who triggers the trap.”

“No worries, doll,” he said with a chuckle, and that nickname, that chuckle, made something sticky and thick slide down your belly, settling comfortably between your legs. Oh no. 

“How do we get out?” you asked, finally moving away from the tile as Bucky stood. You met his eyes, towering over you, and your skin suddenly flashed so hot that you feared he could see the heat fuming off your flesh. You sighed, an excuse to get air into your lungs, to fan out the heat invading your bones. 

He frowned, bent over to get on eye level with you. “Fuck,” he spat, walking towards the door. 

“What?” you asked, suddenly feeling your throat stick, parched, thick with saliva all at once. “Bucky, what’s happening?” You’d wanted your voice to sound panicky, but somehow, it came out... breathy. Like a purr. 

Bucky bashed his metal fist into the vault door, but the thing only echoed the sound back, not even denting, not even screeching. 

“Fuck!” Bucky yelled, raking his flesh hand through his short, cropped hair. 

He looked at you over the expanse of the vault, just a few meters apart, and something inside you ached, like an intense burn that made the fabric of your suit hurt against your skin, feel like hot iron against your nipples, the soft flesh on the inside of your thigh. 

God, you needed to get out of this suit. But not here. 

“How long until Cap comes for us?” you asked, falling to your knees, heat blasting from your knees to your scalp as you found the floor. Maybe it was cold. 

Bucky didn’t answer. He watched you fall flat to the ground, press your heated, sweaty cheek to the floor, chasing any kind of relief from this mounting pain, this heat. 

He gritted his teeth and took a step back. 

“What’s happening?” you asked again, rolling onto your back. The floor was but a brief relief of the heat, of the pain burning harshly under your skin. You closed your sweaty lids, scrapped your nails against your damp hairline. When had you gotten so sweaty? 

You reached up to the zipper of your one-piece suit, ready to tug it down. 

“Y/N, don’t.” Bucky’s voice, usually comforting, friendly, guiding - now sounded like a wolfish demand, a famished lion salivating at the sight of bleeding prey. 

You breathed in harshly, suddenly, your mind shifting the narrative of who Bucky was to you in a split second. A heartbeat before, Bucky was your superior, your friend who’d been nothing but a guiding force through your life - taking you from the depths of fear and desperation to acceptance. He’d brought you to the Avengers, to Cap and Nat, to a team of people like you - misfits who fit together. 

But now. Now the Bucky you knew was shadowed by this new grumbling, groaning wolf. 

“It hurts,” you panted, eyes still closed. You reached up anyway and undid your zipper, opening your suit down to your bellybutton, like slicing open a piece of meat. 

You heard something fleshy hit the floor, and you opened your eyes, looking back. It hurt to scrape your head against the cement, but you saw Bucky on his knees there, looking at you with something dark and hungry glazing over his eyes. 

Your eyes fell back to the ceiling above you, and you opened your suit up, arching off the cement in search of air. Your skin was pebbled with sweat, scorched to the touch. 

“If you expose more skin,” Bucky panted, and you realized that he was closer, almost breathing into your ear. “I’m not going to be able to stop myself.”

“What’s happening?” you asked, for the millionth time, feeling an ache start to build dangerously fast in your cunt, throbbing, burning, slicking down your thighs with every beat of your heart. Every rush of blood in your veins was pain, every throb in your hole like a searing demand, an ache insatiable. Even when you wiggled, even when you groaned, clamping your thighs together, turning to your side and trying to find friction.  

Your clit was a pained, throbbing mess. 

“Doll,” Bucky breathed, and God, that sent another wave of hurt coursing down your spine, snapping in your blood like lightning. You could feel your pussy slick even more at the utter wretchedness of his voice.  

You groaned. Shaking your head. “No,” you whined. “Not this.” You’d heard about this - this experiment on something Hydra called sex pollen. They’d first used it in their breeding program they’d started during the second world war, when they wanted more Aryan children. They’d perfected it during the Cold War, and started manufacturing it for breeding camps they’d scattered across barren wastelands to produce more Hydra pawns. And now, they were using it as chemical warfare. 

“Bucky, no,” you whined, feeling hot, steaming tears wet your cheeks. You couldn’t do this. Bucky was your friend, your boss even. He was 7 years older than you (although he was technically like, 109 years old, but still). You were a rookie and he, your training officer. Your were his student and he was your professor. This was wrong on so many levels. “How much time does this last?” you asked, shivering, feeling another nauseating wave of need pulse through you. 

“I’m... I’m not sure,” he said, struggling to say each word. Like air was unknown to his lungs. Like he was fighting every instinct in his bones. 

But just the sound of his voice was enough to make another wave of excruciating pain wash through you, making you groan and wiggle against the floor. That ache in your clit intensified, pulsed painfully.

“Make it stop,” you murmured. “It hurts... so much.”

There was a second of silence until you heard the telltale sound of fabric rustling. Just the thought of Bucky naked, even an inch of skin available to your hungry eyes, made your cunt clench on nothing and you groaned in pain again. 

“I’m so sorry, y/n,” he said. “There’s only one way to make it stop.”

You shook your head, shivering. “No.”

Your heart stuttered as another wash of hot, molten lava scorched through your veins and this time, you sobbed, teeth clenching. 

“You can die, y/n,” Bucky whimpered and this time, his voice was right there, above you, a hand skimming across your thigh. 

You made a whimpering sound at the feel of his hand, even the slightest touch like a bucket of cold water had been dumped over your head. 

You opened your eyes and through tear-stained lashed and heavy lids, you looked back, seeing Bucky hunched over you, shirtless and sweating and with nothing but pain in those dark blue eyes of his. 

He bit his lip, meeting your eyes, and he nodded slowly. 

At this point, your entire body was shivering, sweaty, heating to the point that you thought your body would shut down. 

“Let me help,” he said, wretched, rough. 

When he applied the entire weight of his hand on your hip, it was like a lightning bolt had exploded under your skin. A moan ripped from your throat, utterly wrecked and rough and gone. 

Bucky said something but it was lost to the smoke in your head. He pulled down the rest of your suit, exposing hardened nipples to the air, but it still wasn’t cold enough. You wiggled your hips as he dragged the rest of the fabric down your body, to your legs until he was chucking off your boots and leaving you in nothing but your underwear. 

“Doll,” he rasped, pressing his fingers to your ankles, gently scraping up until he was resting both hands on the inside of your soft, plush thighs. “You’re soaked.”

You groaned, panting on the floor, feeling sticky, achy, and on fire. You pressed your hips forward, searching, searching. “Bucky, please.”

“Jesus, forgive me,” he groaned, and when you opened your eyes to meet the white lights above, he pressed a kiss to your clothed clit and you moaned salaciously.

One hand instinctively gripped at the roots of his brown hair, pulling him ever closer. The other clawed at the arm that came to rest over your tummy. 

A sharp, bruising knot formed in your tummy when he used one finger to move your thong to the side and he pressed a warm, wet kiss to your bare pussy. 

“Fuck, Bucky.” It came as a breath, like this was the first fresh, real breath you’d taken in years. 

He groaned against your skin, the vibrations dribbling up your belly, up your spine. Your toes curled as he gave his first few strokes of his tongue, long and harsh, like he was at a watering hole after days of being parched. 

“You taste like heaven, kitten,” he murmured, flattening his tongue against your clit and stroking it quickly, little flicks that sent your spine arching, your eyes closing, toes curling against his back. 

He gripped your hips in both hands, digging in to his meal, each stroke of his tongue like a spark against your clit. 

Your first orgasm wasn’t enough. It wasn’t enough to quench the heat, to cool the fire raging in your belly. Like a monstrous black wave, the pollen kept your senses awaken. 

“Bucky, again,” you whined, closing your thighs against his head, guiding his mouth back to your hole. He kept licking, sucking against your clit. 

Your second orgasm was like a temporary wash of relief. You smiled against each wave, hips stuttering against Bucky’s mouth. 

“It won’t be enough,” he said, voice wrecked, as he kissed up your thighs, igniting another wave of harsh, hot lava to drip from your belly into your clit. You whined. “I know,” he cooed, his eyes glazed as he hovered over you. When you met his gaze, you could see that he was fighting his own seams, that he was just as fragile and wanting and needing as you were. 

You reached between your bodies, skimming your nails down his hard chest, hearing the faint groan that left his lips. You patted down his belly, down until your hand wrapped around the impossibly hard, thick bulge in his suit pants. 

He bowed forward, sighing, moaning as you felt him out. Something like confidence, dark cunning, invaded your senses like a drug. 

“I need to be inside you so bad, y/n,” he groaned, hiding his face in the crook of your shoulder. Just the weight of his body on your chest, feeling his heat, his every breath, every tremble of his fingers as he clawed at your bare hip, your plush thighs, made you tremble with need. 

Hurriedly, he pressed away from you, pushing down his pants until his drooling, hard cock sprang free. He let it flop against your belly, groaning at the feeling, and when you met his eyes, he was nothing but a feral, hungry wolf. 

He claimed your mouth in a sudden, voracious kiss, tasting yourself on his lips as he ground into you. Delving his tongue passed your teeth, nipping at your bottom lip, breathing life into you with every stroke of his tongue against yours. 

You gripped his shaft slowly, feeling the velvety skin, stroking him in slow, languid movements of your wrist. Your other hand found his hair, pushing his mouth closer to yours, kissing him with fervour and need. His own hands cupped your head, positioned you the way he wanted. 

Then his metal fingers closed over your knee, hooking your leg over his hips, and he pulled away form your mouth in a wet, sloppy pop. He breathed, calming himself, but with you clawing at his shoulders, bringing him closer, hands stroking his dick quickly, he couldn’t stop himself. Even if he wanted to. Even if, deep down, in the dark, almost forgotten corners of his mind, he knew this was wrong, wrong, wrong - he wanted to lose himself in you. Just your taste wasn’t enough. Two of your orgasms against his lips wasn’t enough. Kissing you like he’d dreamed of doing so many times in his wet dreams - all of it wasn’t enough. 

He fell to one forearm, bringing his mouth to your ear. Your hand still slicking against him. Your mouth kissing against his neck, up his jaw. Your other hand digging nails into the hard muscle of his tricep. Your hot, wet thigh pressed against his bare hip. 

“I’m going to fuck you, y/n,” he grunted against your ear. 

You nodded, pushing your hips up, towards him. He pulled away from your stroking hand and you felt his tip press at your wet entrance. He shivered when he thrust the tip in, feeling your hole give in to him. 

You gasped as he slid in slowly. Now was when you realized just how big he was. How thick and unforgiving his cock was as he stretched your walls, impaling himself into you inch by inch. 

It was a painful stretch that made your knees tremble, gripping onto his shoulders for dear fucking life. 

“So tight,” he whispered against your ear. “Were you waiting for me, doll?”

His voice was like a sin committed in church. 

You whimpered when he pushed in completely, seating himself to the root, until every inch of him was pressed up against you. 

“Did you save this pussy for me, huh, kitten?” he rasped, pulling back and thrusting in slowly. He groaned, bowing forward. “So wet, doll, I can feel you dripping all over me.”

Who knew Bucky could be this filthy with his mouth. It made your body snap like a rubberband. 

He kissed up your throat, giving you shallow, quick strokes until he could feel your gummy walls relax and when he knew you were ready, he rutted against you like a dog gone mad. 

He gripped your hip, thrusting into you until your body was numb, your walls clenching against him, a pressure building just under your bellybutton. 

“Bucky,” you whined, sobbed, as he kept hitting that spot in you that made sparks dance along your spine.

“I can feel you, doll,” he grunted, teeth biting into your shoulder. “Come on, darlin’, you’re almost there.”

Your mouth opened in a small ‘o’, spine arching off the floor, adding to the pressure against his dick as your walls clenched impossibly tight against him, fluttering, buzzing, until your orgasm exploded through your flesh like a bomb of sparks and fireworks. 

You fell back to the floor, spine loose against the cement, your orgasm spinning through your blood as he kept rutting into you, chasing his own relief. 

You weakly grabbed onto his shoulders, pressed your face against his shoulder. “Fuck me, Bucky,” you pleaded. “Fuck me like I know you’ve always wanted to.” Your voice was so small, so wrecked from him, and it drove him crazy, drilling into you without rhythm. 

“So filthy, my doll,” he cooed, groaning when he heard you moan against his flesh. 

He fell onto you so suddenly, robbing you of air as he ground against you, chasing his own high. And after a few sloppy, shallow thrusts, you felt his cum inside you, his seed filling every inch of your gummy walls until he was dripping out of you and onto the cement. 

He breathed roughly, panting, gasping against your shoulder. And suddenly, his harsh hands became gentle on your cooling skin, stroking slowly against your waist. 

Your heart slowed, numbness filling you up like a dark, tentative wave. You were finally, finally cooling down, at peace, no more pain or ache or desire making every one of your movements excruciating. 

“I’m so sorry, y/n,” Bucky panted quietly, his face still hidden in your shoulder. “I never intended us to do... this.”

You shook your head. But no words formed in your mind, no coherent thought even took place as you just lay there, enjoying his weight, his heat. 

“We can’t stay here,” he said. He was so quiet, so gentle. He helped you get dressed in your soiled, cold suit. He zipped you up, did his best to smooth down your hair, tried to get as much of his cum off the floor with his boot. No use. 

When he got up and tucked himself back in his pants, tugging them over his hips, you couldn’t help the chuckle that left your lips. 

“We’re going to be in so much trouble, Bucky,” you said, almost like if you laughed about it, it wasn’t that bad, right?

He sighed, shaking his head. “Just...” he hesitated, putting his shirt back on. “I couldn’t watch you suffer like that.”

You nodded. 

“Cap will come get us,” he continued, almost reassuringly. “We’ll get some rest... shower too, and then we’ll talk about what’s next.”

You leaned against the wall, so tired, so fucked out that nothing else seemed even remotely satisfying except your bed. 

“What’s next is a lot of fucking paperwork, Buck.”

[samazing0831]

The Only One I Want - Bucky Barnes x Reader

1.2k words

You thought helping Bucky navigate the world of dating apps would be a fun way to spend the evening - until it turned into slow, aching torture. Watching the man you love swipe through profiles of people who aren't you? That was bad enough. But when teasing turns to tension and quiet confessions finally bubble to the surface, you realize Bucky may not be as clueless - or as unavailable - as you thought. A heart-on-the-sleeves friends-to-lovers moment filled with longing, vulnerability, and one hell of a first kiss.

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Fluff, Slow Burn, Friends to Lovers

Bucky Barnes was sitting on your couch like the whole world rested in the palm of his hand. Or rather - your phone did. Same difference. His vibranium fingers hovered over the screen like it might explode, brows furrowed in deep, surgical concentration.

"Alright," he muttered, squinting. "So... I just swipe right if I like 'em? Left if I don't?"

You nodded from your spot beside him, doing everything in your power not to let your feelings twist this moment into something more painful than it already was. You weren't sure how this had become your evening - watching the guy you liked, really liked, comb through dating profiles like he was flipping through a menu - but here you were.

He tapped on a profile, reading aloud. "'Live, Laugh, Love, and if you don't have a boat, don't even bother.'"

His face twisted in confusion. "What - why is a boat a requirement?" He swiped aggressively, muttering something about people being ridiculous.

Another swipe. "'Fluent in sarcasm, tequila, and bad decisions.'" Bucky let out a half-laugh, glancing sideways at you. "Yeah, that's a no. Do people actually think that's a selling point? Bad decisions?"

His smirk was playful, but you saw the hesitation behind it. The self-doubt he tried so hard to keep buired.

Swipe.

"'Looking for someone who can match my energy.'" He groaned, dragging a hand down his face. "Doll, if they had my energy, they'd have a metal arm and ninety years' worth of trauma. I don't think that's what she means."

Your lips twitched despite yourself, trying to hold back the laugh bubbling in your chest. Watching him struggle with this app was equal parts hilarious and devastating. Hilarious because he clearly hated it. Devastating because every swipe reminded you he was searching for someone - and it wasn't you.

He glanced at you again. "Am I being too picky?"

His eyes held yours, like he actually cared what you thought. Like your opinion mattered more than anyone else's.

You shifted on the couch, trying to focus your brain and not your heartbeat. "Well," you said gently, "dating apps are hard. A lot of people are just looking for quick hookups, or... something temporary. I've never had much luck with them."

Bucky raised an eyebrow. "Yeah?" He tilted his head, curiosity lighting up his features. "Didn't take you for the dating app type."

"There's no judgment in his voice," you told yourself. But something about the way he said it makes your heart flip.

"No luck, huh?" he went on, leaning back with a teasing grin. "Guess that means no charming cowboy pictures or picture-perfect guys have swept you off your feet yet?"

You smiled awkwardly, shaking your head. "Not even close."

He sighed, staring back at the phone. "Y'know, maybe this whole thing's a waste of time. Feels like everyone on here wants easy. And easy's never really been my thing."

You looked at him, his profile lit by the dim glow of your lamp. "What about you?" he asked, turning back to you. "What is it you're lookin' for?"

Your throat tightened. "Well... I guess someone old-fashioned. Someone who isn't afraid to show me they want me. Someone vulnerable, someone with a soft side. The kind of guy who'd sweep me off my feet and treat me like I'm the only girl in the world."

Bucky went still. Not the combat-ready kind of still - this was something quieter. Thoughtful. His hand gripped your phone a little tighter, but his eyes never left your face.

"That's... a rare thing to find these days," he said softly.

His knee brushed yours, but he didn't pull away. If anything, he leaned in slightly, something flickering behind those steel-blue eyes.

"Someone old-fashioned, huh?" he said. "The kind of guy who pulls out chairs and gives up his jacket when you're cold?"

There was a half-smile on his face, but his eyes stayed serious. "You ever think maybe you've been lookin' in the wrong places?"

Something about the way he said it made your stomach twist in a way you couldn't ignore anymore. The tension between you wasn't subtle. Not anymore.

You let out a shaky laugh. "Yeah, tell me about it... Sometimes it feels like guys don't even notice me. Like they wouldn't give me a second glance, or even tell me the time of day."

His smile dropped.

He sat forward slightly, setting the phone aside like it didn't matter anymore. His hand ran through his hair, and when he looked back at you, something in his expression had shifted.

"You really think that?" he asked, voice low. Quiet but intense.

"Doll... if some guy isn't givin' you the time of day, it's 'cause he's blind. Or stupid. Or both."

You blinked.

"Hell," he continued, "maybe he's just scared. Maybe he's been sittin' next to you this whole time, tryin' to work up the guts to tell you that he'd give you more than just the time of day - he'd give you whatever you wanted. If you'd just look at him the way he looks at you."

The world stilled.

Bucky Barnes just admitted it - admitted something that sounded an awful lot like he wanted you.

You swallowed hard, heart hammering.

"How do you know I'm not looking at him the same way?" you asked quietly.

His eyes widened just slightly. The smallest flicker of disbelief crossed his face as he processed what you said.

"Am I just too damn stubborn to notice?" he whispered, voice hoarse.

He let out a shaky laugh, running a hand through his hair again. "You're tellin' me I've been makin' a fool of myself with these stupid dating apps, when the person I shoulda been payin' attention to was right next to me?"

You didn't speak, you didn't have to.

He looked at you like you were the only thing in the room that mattered. "Tell me if I'm wrong, doll. If I'm readin' this all wrong, say the word, and I'll shut up right know."

You reached out, fingers wrapping around his. Steady. Certain.

"Bucky," you said, voice barely above a whisper, "I've been single since I met you. Don't you think that's a sign of something?"

He sucked in a breath like you'd knocked the air right out of his lungs.

"You mean... all this time-?"

You nodded, inching a little closer.

"You really mean that?" he asked, his voice breaking slightly under the weight of it all. "Because, doll, if there's even a chance you feel the way I do -"

You didn't let him finish.

You reached for his hand - his warm, human one - and squeezed it tight.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner," you whispered, leaning in closer, heart pounding.

His expression softened in an instant, the vulnerability in his eyes making your chest ache. "You got nothin' to be sorry for, doll," he murmured.

He laced his fingers with yours, lifting your hand to his lips and pressing a soft kiss to your knuckles. "If anything, I should be apologizin'. For wastin' time swiping' left and right, when the only person I wanted was right here."

He reached up, his hand gentle against his cheek, lingering there as he looked into your eyes.

"So..." he said, voice low, "what happens now?"

You didn't answer with words.

You leaned forward, closing the distance, and pressed your lips to his.

And kissing Bucky Barnes? It was like breathing - like something you were always meant to do.

[yougottalovebuckybarnes]

Hi, I’m so sorry that you have been having a hard time and that you can’t graduate when you wanted to I know that must be hard but you’re taking the time to look after yourself and that’s the most import thing!!!!

If and when you’re up to it I’d love to see a part 3 of forgive me, also maybe with a bit of Sam included? I’m a strong believer that Sam would 100% be on Bucky and Y/n side

Forgive Me, Pt. 3 (Bucky x Reader)

A/N: This request for a third part was from AGES ago, so I apologize for the long delay lol. On the plus side, I’ve finally graduated from college so that is no longer a worry! :) Anyway, this series will definitely be getting a Part 4. I couldn’t stop writing and coming up with more ideas lol. I hope you all enjoy!

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“Hate” had always been such a harsh word to me. Of all the feelings that existed, that was the one that I never could seem to grasp fully. Perhaps my heart was too soft or my nature too forgiving, but I had yet to find a person that I truly hated.

I could not even find it in me to hate Steve Rogers, despite all that had happened. Forgiveness was still a work in progress, but perhaps one day I would forgive him completely.

It had been three months since Bucky had found me in our bathroom with an open medication bottle in my hand, and it had been equally as long since he had spoken to the rest of the team. While I found it impossible to hate any of them, Bucky could not stand to even look at them. We had moved out of the compound within twenty four hours of his confrontation with Steve and hadn’t been back since.

Our little apartment in the city was comfortable, but it was not home. I knew that Bucky felt the same, but he refused to admit it out loud. Several attempts to urge him to reach out to Steve had not gone well, and my heart ached as I witnessed his anger consume him. Bucky had reassured me that I was all he needed now, but I knew deep down that he needed his friends, especially Steve. This anger would destroy him if not confronted properly.

And that was why I reached out first.

I found myself in a quiet little cafe in the city on a early Tuesday morning, sipping on an iced late as I watched people make their way down the street to work. The chair across from me scrapped on the ground, and I looked up to find Steve Rogers taking a seat. His face was solemn, almost shameful as his eyes made contact with mine. It was a version of him that I was unfamiliar with. The weeks of sneering and secret glares had melted away into shame and regret.

Part of me thought I should be content, seeing him humbled in this way. But I could not find it in me to rejoice in this. Steve Rogers was doing just as bad as Bucky was, losing his best friend the way that he had. There had to be a way to remedy this.

“Good morning, Steve.” I spoke softly, watching him evenly.

“Good morning.” Steve nodded in response, looking a little uneasy. “Look, Y/N-“

“You know why I asked to meet with you.” I prompted, pushing past the need for small talk to get into what really mattered. I was also quite honestly not ready to accept his apology either, if that was what he trying to do.

“Yeah.” He sighed, looking away briefly. “I don’t know what else I can do. Bucky won’t respond to any of my messages and I wouldn’t dare show up uninvited to your apartment.”

“That would not have gone well.” I agreed, sipping again on my beverage. “But we need to fix this, Steve. I’ve never seen him like this before. He needs you.”

“No, he needs you.” Steve replied, his voice remaining even. “And I realize that now. I didn’t know how much he cared for you until that night. Hell, I’m surprised he didn’t tell me that you two got married.”

“That really surprised you?” I asked with a slight scoff. “After how you all treated me?”

“I’m not looking for a fight.” He held up his hands slightly. “I’m just wanting to fix things.”

It was silent for a moment, and I let out a small sigh as I nodded in agreement. We were both in agreement for at least this one thing. While I did care for Steve and the others like family before this mess, all I cared about now was making sure Bucky was cared for and supported. In order to do so, we had to work together.

“Is Sam in town?”

“He is.” Steve nodded. “I’m thinking he might be able to help best since he was nutural in this whole thing. Just talk things over with him. If it doesn’t work, we can figure something else out.”

“I agree.” I glanced at my phone, seeing a text from Bucky asking where I was. I began to rise from my place at the small table. “I have to go now. Let me know when Sam can come over to see him.”

“Wait.” Steve’s voice caused me to stop and I looked over at him. “I…I never gave you a chance to explain your side of things, and for that, I’m sorry. I should not have treated you the way that I did.”

I looked at him evenly, my heart aching in my chest at the memories of the day prior to my attempt and Bucky’s hospitalization. After a few moments of silence, I gave him a sad smile. “If you want to know what happened, look at the Tony’s camera feeds from that day. The journalist stopped me at the front entrance to the building so you should have clear audio. It’ll tell you all you need to know.”

And without another word, I grabbed my purse and made my way back towards my apartment.

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Bucky’s POV

It had been odd waking up without Y/N by my side. That had been all but established as part of our routine, early mornings spent together in bed. But for some reason that had been broken on a random Tuesday, and part of me wanted to investigate why.

But her return only an hour later had washed all my worries away and our regular life routines resumed as normal for the next week. Part way through the week, Y/N had left the apartment to run a few errands so I was left on my own on the couch watching reruns of ‘The Office’. But a sharp knock on my door interrupted my plans of relaxation.

I approached the door, assuming that Y/N had forgotten her key inside after I had locked it behind her. But the familiar face of Sam Wilson surprised me as I found him on the other side. “Sam?”

“How’ve you been, man? “ Sam smiled.

“How do you know where I live?” I returned a smile hesitantly, wondering if the others had sent him as one last resort to connect.

“I saw Y/N on the street.” He replied casually, and my shoulders relaxed slightly. “She thought it would be a good idea for me to visit!”

“Of course. Come on in.” I stepped aside, letting him into our apartment and shutting the door gently. “I haven’t heard from you in months. Where have you been?”

“Long term mission abroad.” Sam sighed, sitting down on the couch. “It was quite an interesting experience. But not as interesting as finding out you moved out of the compound. What happened?”

I froze slightly at his words. “Did Steve send you?”

“Can’t I just be concerned about my friend?” Sam replied, scoffing slightly.

“I’m not saying you can’t.” I snorted, sitting down on the opposite end of the couch. “But this feels like an interrogation. I have had enough of those to last a life time.”

“I did speak to Steve, but he only gave me a few details. But I also don’t want to hear just one side. I want to hear from you.” Sam replied, glancing at me. “You two are incredibly close and now you live far apart from each other. What happened?”

All that had happened began to play again through my mind. The article published, the attitude shifts from the others, the gunshot to my shoulder, finding Y/N with the medicine bottle in hand. It was almost too hard to handle. But I willed myself to speak, telling my friend all that had happened.

“How can I forgive him for this?” I asked, my voice cracking slightly. “How can I forgive all of them for this? They did not give her a chance to explain herself, and made her feel like she was worthless. I could’ve lost her forever.”

“How does Y/N feel about this?” Sam prompted gently.

“She wants me to reach out to Steve.” I sighed, sinking back into the couch. “I don’t know how she can forgive him so easily, after all that has happened.”

“Y/N talked to me too, Bucky.” My eyes flickered over to Sam, surprised by his words. “She is worried about you, deeply. “

“I’m doing just fine.” I scoffed, but slightly concerned by his words. How had I not known she was worried about me?

“So you say.” Sam replied, almost skeptically. “Don’t you miss everyone? Steve at least?”

“Of course I have!” I bristle slightly, my metal fist clenching slightly. “But how do I move on from this?”

“I know you can’t immediately forgive the others for this, and that is understandable.” Sam spoke firmly. “But you can’t stay this angry forever. It will destroy you.”

“I can be as angry as I damn well please!” I snapped, glaring at him. “They almost caused her to end her life!”

“Bucky-“

“No!” I rose from the couch, a wave of rage flowing over me. “You don’t get it, and why would you? It wasn’t your wife!”

“No, but she is my friend!” Sam did not move, keeping his gaze steady with mine. “And she is scared that she is losing you, Bucky!”

“I need you to leave.” I shake my head, walking to the door and pulling it open. “Now.”

Sam clenched his jaw slightly but did not respond as he rose from the couch before walking to the door. Just as he was about to step through into the hall, Y/N appeared with a handful of grocery bags in hand. Her smile of greeting faded as she sensed the tension in the room. “What’s-“

“Please leave, Sam.” I repeated firmly, watching him leave before shutting the door behind him. “Why did you invite him here?”

“Maybe because he’s one of your friends and you could use a visit from one?” Y/N walked into the kitchen, placing the groceries on the counter before turning to me. “Why did you throw him out of our apartment?”

“Because everyone is insisting that I must forgive Steve!” I snapped, my jaw clenched. “I can’t even fathom how you can stand the thought of him!”

“Bucky, I still haven’t forgive him yet! It’s too hard!” I shake my head as I watched him through pained eyes. “But I’m not as angry anymore. You can’t let this anger consume you!”

“I heard the exact same thing from Sam.” I let out a bitter laugh. “I can be as angry as I want!”

“Bucky…”

“Did you coordinate this with Sam? Steve too?” I scoffed, not even hiding my anger anymore. “Why are you working with the people who want you dead?”

Y/N’s face went blank for a moment before her eyes filled with hurt. Deep hurt. I had never regret speaking as I quickly as I did in that moment.

“Alright.” Her voice was quiet, trembling slightly as she picked up her purse from the counter. “Dinner’s on the counter. I’m going to go stay somewhere else for the night.”

“Y/N…” My voice cracked as I reached out to grab her hand, but she slipped away from my touch and out the door, slamming it hard behind her.

I walked over to the couch, sitting back down quietly before the first tears began to fall. I could not remember when they stopped, if ever. Perhaps the anger had already destroyed me. And perhaps I had already lost the love of my life because of it.

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Pairing: Reader & Bucky, Reader x Bucky

Word Count: 702

Prompt: Reader tackles Bucky during training

Summary: During an intense training session, you seize your chance to catch Bucky Barnes off guard.

Warnings: physical combat, sparring, mild injury, suggestive tension, competitive banter, close physical contact, minor power play

The training room is eerily quiet, save for the distant hum of machinery. You're crouched low behind a stack of crates, heart pounding, eyes fixed on your target. Bucky Barnes, the Winter Soldier, stands in the center of the room, his back to you. His broad shoulders rise and fall with measured breaths, the subtle tension in his muscles telling you he’s waiting for something—for you.

You’ve been sparring with him for weeks, and he never makes it easy. That’s the thing with Bucky—he’s always one step ahead, always anticipating your every move. But today? Today feels different. Your powers hum beneath your skin, crackling with energy as you steady your breathing, waiting for the right moment to strike.

He’s fast, no doubt about it, but you’ve studied him. The way he shifts his weight, the slight tilt of his head when he listens for movement. You know you’ll only get one chance to catch him off guard, and if you miss it, you’ll be on your back in seconds. The memory of countless failed attempts plays in your mind, but this time, you’re ready.

You push off the balls of your feet, launching yourself forward with a speed you know most people wouldn’t see coming. The air rushes past your ears as you move, silent and precise. Bucky’s head tilts slightly, just like you predicted, but it’s too late for him. You close the distance in an instant, your shoulder slamming into his side with enough force to knock him off balance.

To your surprise, he stumbles. His eyes widen, caught off guard, as your combined momentum sends you both crashing to the ground. You straddle his waist, pinning him down, and your hands press firmly against his chest, feeling the rapid rise and fall of his breath beneath your palms.

A grin spreads across your face, and Bucky stares up at you, half-amused, half-impressed. His metal hand grips your wrist, not tight enough to hurt but enough to remind you that the victory is yours—for now.

"You finally got me," he says, voice low, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. His blue eyes are sharp, still calculating, but there’s a glint of pride in them.

You raise an eyebrow, panting from the exertion but too stubborn to let it show. "Took me long enough," you reply, keeping your tone light despite the adrenaline still coursing through your veins.

Bucky shifts beneath you, his free hand brushing against your arm as he pushes himself slightly upright. "I’ll admit, I wasn’t expecting that. You’ve been holding back, haven’t you?"

You shrug, not bothering to deny it. "Maybe I wanted to make it interesting."

"Interesting?" His grin widens, and before you can react, he flips you over effortlessly, his speed and strength catching you off guard this time. In the blink of an eye, you’re the one flat on your back, Bucky looming over you with that familiar, cocky smile.

"Let’s see how you handle this then," he murmurs, leaning in just close enough that you feel his breath against your skin.

Your powers flare instinctively, a surge of energy rippling through you. But you stop yourself before unleashing it. Instead, you meet his gaze, matching his smirk with one of your own. "Oh, don’t worry, Barnes," you say, your voice confident, "I can handle anything you throw at me."

Bucky chuckles, the sound low and warm, and for a split second, the tension between you shifts—less competitive, more… something else. You’re both breathing hard, hearts racing, and the air between you seems to crackle with unspoken challenges.

But just as quickly as the moment arrives, it’s gone. Bucky pushes off of you and stands, offering a hand to pull you to your feet. You take it, still grinning, your muscles aching from the effort but buzzing with satisfaction. You finally bested him—at least for now.

As you dust yourself off, Bucky watches you, his expression softer now. "You’ve come a long way," he says, his tone quieter, almost thoughtful. "But don’t think for a second that I’m going easy on you next time."

You flash him a grin, your competitive spirit ignited all over again. "Wouldn’t dream of it."

[nanikio]

Eternal love

Paring- Bucky Barnes x Vampire!Reader

Summary- Something about him captured her mind, her soul (well...what was left of it). After centuries of wondering the earth alone, reader finds the charming solider scent enthralling. she needs him, unfortunately he was ripped away from her at the hands of hydra.

Word count- 3.8k

Warnings: Minors DNI, definitely some historical inaccuracy, mentions of blood, vampire shi, bucky angst, bucky needs a hug. esp from his undead lover. a little fluff, happy ending (not proof read!)

The years past in a flurry of blurs, endless nights of hopeless wondering alone, all she had known taken from her. Her family she watched whither away. Time, the never ending killer taking them from her.

Oh what she would give to not have fallen for that mysterious man, his pale white hair matching his pale skin, everything about him lacked colour, lacked warmth, his stark grey eyes drawing her in, his luring smile.

It was the 18th century England, if she remembered correctly. She attended the regular regency ball, hopeful to find a partner at the stern hand of her father.

He was stood across from her, glass in hand, taking slow sips, his eyes wandering around the room in a calculated stare, the light from the chandelier almost making his skin translucent.

Taking confident steps towards her, his cold hands enveloped hers the cold indifference of his silver ring blending in with his skin. "Ah, finally someone worth my attention." He chuckled arrogantly.

Meeting his eyes she allowed him to guide her out to the gardens, the night sky protecting him. Following his lead around the maze of bushes the gardener had carefully curated, her brows pulled together, confusion evident on her face, it was frowned upon to be alone with a protentional partner without a chaperone.

Turning back towards her, the moonlight now shone over his face, illuminating the various flowers and plants around them, a smirk formed on his face. "The music here is so dull tonight," he says with a scoff, "I needed some entertainment."

Her head turned to the side taking in more of his profile, his hand slipping up the side of her face, gently intertwining in her hair. "you're quite beautiful," he purred "may i ask your name."

"Y/n" she spoke keeping her eyes trained on his face, apprehensive of the strange man.

"Such a dangerous name for such delicate prey. Tell me...do you often wander into gardens at midnight, trusting every shadow?" his voice drips with velvet and mischief, drawing her in, his lips brushing against her ear, "or shall I consider this an invitation.?" his thumb tracing down her throat lingering on when he feels her pulse.

"an invitation...for what?" she questioned her breathing becoming shorter as his hand dances across her throat. A small groan falling from his lips, bowing his head the previous groan turning into a low chuckle. "at least I tried to drag this out, but alas I just cant resist the smell of you darling." She tried to take a step back confused at his words, suddenly becoming very aware of the dangerous situation she found herself in.

His hand tightening around her throat as he pulled her impossible closer to him, their chest pressed together, his free hand wrapping around her arms and waist. Trapping her in place. "now i was just going to feed on you...leave you here to decay, but oh my dear you are far to captivating." His head lunged forward, pulling a shortly lived gasp from her, sharp fangs piercing the side of her neck, feeling a warm trickle of blood pool down her blouse.

Her gaze blurred, her body becoming heavy the cool air hitting her now exposed wound and the feel of his arms around her pulling her away from the noise of the ball was the last thing she left before her eyes closed.

Pain shot up her, coursing through her veins, it was unbearable, her body writhed, thrashing around in pain. A copper taste in her mouth. A chuckle sounded from across the dark dirty room, a familiar figure, similar to the man in the garden. "It'll be over soon darling, then...oh then you'll feel incredible."

She snapped back from the memory, snorting at his words 'incredible' shaking her head, it had been a long time since she saw him, an she hadn't felt incredible once, if watching her family grieve and grow old and die was incredible then he was more messed up then she had ever thought.

She had travelled far after her family passed, no need to stay in England anymore, no point. Traveling across the globe to the states was her first idea, explore the world, it was fun at first, but the nights grew long.

She found herself back in Brooklyn 1943, it had been a long time since she'd ventured here, the familiar buildings had changed ever so slightly, more withered. but new posters littered the streets, mentioning the ongoing war, compelling young boys to enrol and fight for their country.

The night sky had cleared the streets, save for a few drunkards stumbling out the nearest pub, a sigh fell from her lips as that familiar ache in her bones set in and the rumble of her stomach, a slight fatigue taking over, it had been a while since she fed. it was something she liked to do often, never taking joy in it, not like the monster who turned her. only people alone, someone no one would miss, people down on their luck, void of all hope.

Her body leading her towards the dull light coming from the bar near by. Pushing her self into the room the light cascaded down her face the music from the live band filling the room, couples dancing together on the dance floor, friends drinking at the bar.

Her eyes scanned the room, her gaze falling upon a solider who was already staring at her, his eyes wide, mouth slightly agape. Oblivious to the words of his friend beside him.

A smirk formed on her crimson lips as she took him in, his eyes racked her frame almost as if he was memorising her. She made her way to the bar requesting a drink from the bartender. Thanking him she took a seat at the bar eyes wondering the room again, until she felt a presence beside her.

"Hey doll." His voice was smooth, but deep. "I haven't seen a dame like you around here before." He watched her a charming smile on his face leaning against the bar.

"Oh really soldier?" Her voice came out like honey, her eyes meeting his, a seductive smile across her face.

He nodded taking his cap down from his head placing it beside him, turning his head slightly, introducing himself. "Sargent James Buchanan Barnes doll, or bucky if you'd like."

A gush of his scent hit her nose, taking a deep breathe, her eyes fell down towards his throat the pulse of his jugular practically throbbing in her gaze, her grip on her drink tightened. No one had ever made her feel like this, no ones scent so compelling she struggled not to devour him.

"like what you see?" he chucked, leaning in a tad closer trying to meet her gaze. "Oh Sargent you have no idea" her words fell out of her mouth quieter this time still dripping with honey but a slight restraint present this time.

His grin widened spreading across his face, showing of his pearly teeth. "And what's your name doll" his arm fell closer towards her gently touching her arm, a small gasp falling out from his mouth as he took in how cold she was.

"Y/n L/n" she spoke standing from her seat her arm falling from his loose grip, catching his hand in her own, pulling him towards the dance floor.

"Y/n..." he repeated quietly to himself, his charming smile returning as he followed her. "Going to show me your moves Sargent?" she spoke in a teasing tone. Her urge to feast on him dissipating the more he touched her, his larger hand wrapping around her waist and the other finding her hand. "It'll be my pleasure sweetheart." They fell into a comfortable silence, occasionally striking up conversation.

Songs started and ended, couples cleared from the floor sleepiness evident on their faces, as the night drew on they stayed in each others arms dancing along to the music, drawing the end of the bands set they began to slow down, a more romantic song filled the room. Bucky's hand wrapped around her waist tightened, pulling her closer to his chest his other and pulling her and to his lips, kissing it. keeping it close to his face sighing into her. They fell into a comfortable silence, occasionally striking up conversation.

"You are something else darling" he muttered eyes wide eyes taking her in. Moving her hand down from his face, she leaned closer, placing a peck upon his lips, breathing in allowing his scent to envelop her.

His breath hitched, trying to lean into the kiss but she had pulled back, meeting her eyes, something had changed, they were darker, deeper maybe.

"It was nice dancing with you James" she spoke brushing away a stray piece of hair that as fallen onto his forehead. Her hand movedf to cup his jaw before falling back down by her side.

She took a step back taking one more look at him before making her way towards the exit back out into the night, before she made it own the street she heard his voice calling after her followed by the sound a quick paced footsteps.

"Doll! Wait just a second! Y/n!" he shouted as he quickly caught up to her. "Can I see you again?" he unintentionally pleaded, a boyish smile on his face.

Her restraint practically snapped at his sweet voice pleading with her. "meet me here again in a few nights time Sargent, as soon as the sun sets."

He nodded excitedly, his head turning back towards the bar where his fellow soldiers called his name, the few of them climbing into a car, as he went to turn back towards her, she was gone, no trance left, he couldn't see her in the distance or down the near by alley, she was just gone.

He shook his head a smile still on his face making him way back towards the friends, his mind already crowded by thoughts of her.

Watching from a near roof top, a soft smile placed on her lips and he made his way back to his boisterous friends, she would see him again, shed make sure of it.

On her way back to her small apartment, a old drunkard she saw on the same corner of the same street quiet often lay passed out, signing to herself, squeezing her eyes closed as she lunged for his throat, the warmth of his blood flooded her mouth, swallowing the sour copper juice down a grimace formed on her face.

Once satisfied she pulled back, whipping the remainder of blood from her face, safely disposing of his body before returning to her walk home, her mind thinking back to the charming soldier, a new found pep back in her step.

A week had past, before she decided to go a meet her soldier, ensuring to feist before meeting him. He stood outside the pub a disheartened look on his face, a dying cigarette ashing between his fingers.

"What's with the sad face Sargent" she spoke her voice slow and seductive as she neared him. His head shot up eyes finding her figure as she walked closer. "Doll...i was starting to think you wouldn't show" he spoke quieter than normal.

As she got closer he was able to get a better look at her face, he breathed in a sharp breathe, she looked different from the first time they met. Her skin wasn't as cold, nor a pale a slight red tint was present on her cheeks and her eyes, they were a similar but brighter some how.

A smirk curled up onto her face "something wrong james?" she purred her hand moving towards his, holding his hand tight as she began to lead him "i thought we should go on a walk" she spoke "i loved dancing with you, but its a bit loud in there to properly talk."

He nodding agreeing, his thumb stroking her hand as he held it tight. Falling into a comfortable walk with her, his grip tight, something within him begging her to stay with him.

"You don't sound like you're from around here" he spoke quietly his confident voice filling the soft air of the night sky. "That's because I'm not Sargent, I'm a long long way from home." her voice trailing of into a slight daze as she spoke.

They walked in silence for a moment, James taking in what she had said. Shoes tapping softly against the slick cobblestone, the moonlight dancing over their bodies.

James glanced sideways. "You feel different." he spoke a tone of disbelief present. Her eyes didn't meet his, but a faint curve tugged at her lips "people change." she shrugged him off.

He nodded, then spoke against, voice just above a whisper. "Change doesn't usually make someone warmer."

This time, she looked at him, really looked. Her gaze was sharp but tinged with something softer, like guilt wrapped in silk. "well James, just thinking about you gets my blood pumping." she smirked to herself at the irony, ensuring he wouldn't see. A blush creeped up onto his face kissing his cheeks.

The night went on from there, walking endlessly down streets, hand in hand, talking about anything and everything. She noticed the night sky had become lighter, the stars and moon beginning to resign from their shifts. Her muscles tensed, catching James attention. "Everything okay doll?" his tone soft as he looked down at her.

"Tonight has been wonderful James, I hate to end it, but I must be going." She spoke a soft sternness present. His brows furrowed in confusion "Let me take you back to mine, I cant just let you go again." His voice came out slightly strained, desperate to be in her presence longer.

Smiling towards him she took his hand bringing it closer to her chest, pulling him down to meet her in a soft kiss, their lips met and they stayed like that before she felt a slight burning sting flash across her back, the sun had began rising. Parting from his lips he stood their lips parted, wide eyes taking her in, wishing to savour the kiss for as long as possible.

She began walking down the shadow enveloped alley before he snapped himself out of a daze, catching up with her "Wait! When will I see you again?" he quickly breathed out, his hand wrapping around her arm.

"Meet me here in a few days time Sargent, ill be waiting" cupping his face, gently caressing his soft cheek. "I deploy tomorrow midday, it shouldn't be anything to long, just a trip to the alps to bring in some crazy scientist or something." pushing his face into her hand enjoying the firm pressure of it. "I'll come back for you." Pressing a kiss into her palm. He was infatuated with her, he couldn't wait to come back and hopefully start a life with her.

As they left each other that night, neither of them knowing it would be the last time they saw each other for a long long time. The snow took James that day, the air caring him down that ravine as the soldiers dragged him limp body away she flashed in his mind one last time before he closed his eyes, the start a long seventy years.

Shockingly she found out her soldier had 'died' walking around when a scrap news paper blew across her path a familiar face present on the front the headline stating. 'Sargent James Barnes of The Howling Commandos dead after tragic fall." a gasp fell from her lips, the news paper falling onto the floor, her vision blurred with tears. She had hardly known the man, why did it feel like they were so deeply connected.

She never stopped waiting.

While the world changed around her, buildings grew taller and her shadow grew smaller. She found her self returning back to the same alley, taking the same walk that did that night so long ago.

Her heart aching for him. The pain never dulled she just became used to it.

Deciding it was time to move on, she had spent to long in Brooklyn, her face staying the same while everyone else aged around her, people would begin to question. Finding herself in Romanian, Bucharest, blending in with the everyday crowd of the market .

Stocking up on her grocery's for her elderly neighbour that doesn't like to venture out much because of her bad knees, Y/n volunteered to do her shopping for her. The inconvenience of the sun was limited by her rather large sun hat a pair of sunglasses and a cardigan that covered her skin, keeping her protected from the harmful rays.

As she made her way over to the fruit stands, in search of some plums as instructed on the list, 'fresh and juicy'. A larger hand fell beside hers as she searched for the perfect plums, a gloved hand.

She looked up towards the man to apologise, her mouth falling open as she saw his face, older now only slightly, stubble littering his face, his hair touching his shoulders pushed back behind his ears. A baseball cap adorned on his head, her eyes fell down his body taking in his size difference. He was much taller and broader now perfectly filling out his clothes. But it wasn't possible, he'd fallen on that train seventy years ago, even if he was alive he'd but old now, all wrinkles and grey hair, but here he was standing Infront of her boisterous soldier.

His wide dark eyes scanned her covered face a furrow in his brow, she seemed familiar something about her drawing him in, shaking his head presenting a shy smile before looking back towards the shop seller.

Her plums fell to the floor as she fled from the market, her breath erratic, it had to be him, he smelt the same, but somehow darker.

As the sun set and the moon raised, she had to find him, needed to. Walking back out onto the street where she had seen him earlier in the day, closing her eyes she took a deep breath letting the scents in the air fill her nose. Finally latching onto his, she followed the trail, leading her to a dingy apartment, the outside was withered and falling apart.

Scaling the side of the building finding her self upon his roof, she could smell him, his window slightly ajar letting in the cool night breeze. Y/n slipped closer to the window, the lights were off, allowing her self to sneak further into the building, Her heart fluttered at the possibility of being with him again. She found the familiar hat he was wearing earlier discarded on the counter.

As she moved further into the apartment the floor boards creaked beneath her, a gasp filling the air coming from the man she once knew. Bucky shot up a gun in his hand, sweat glossed his chest, his shirt had been discarded after he woke up from a nightmare, the material too tight on his body, to itchy.

Her eyes widened at the scars littering his body, His left arm now replaced with a silver bionic one, a red star where his toned shoulder once was. Harsh red scars attaching his metal arm to his skin. Her heart ached for him. She'd recognised the arm, seeing a familiar arm on the so called 'winter soldier'.

"James..." a whisper fell from her mouth not wanting to startle him. His erratic eyes taking her in, his brows furrowed confusion spreading across his face. "you...i thought you were just a dream... a lost memory" he spoke, more to himself as his eyes left her thinking back to the nights where he lay in his cot the cold radiating of the cement walls closing his eyes escaping the nightmare he found himself in, she always met him when he drifted off, her pale skin, cold to the touch, her voice comforting him before the nightmares started.

She shouldn't be here, let alone this young...well neither should he. "I'm here Jamie I'm here...what happened to you my sweet boy" She spoke taking a step close to him, her arm reaching out towards him, pain spreading across her face as he let out a sob, dropping the gun down beside him and dropping to his knees, allowing her to step into his arms. His head rested on her stomach as his arms wrapped around her.

Her pale fingers threaded into his hair, still soft despite the years. Her embrace didn't chase the nightmares away, but it dulled their claws. For the first time in seventy years, the winter solider wept not from pain, but release.

"I searched for you." he murmured against the fabric of her shirt. "Every mission, every haunted corridor, I kept hoping you'd walk through. Even when I forgot your name. Forgot if you were even real or not."

She tilted his face upward, her thumb brushing the tear tracks spilling into his stubble. "No one could ever take you from me Jamie" she spoke softly her thumb stroking up and down his face.

His eyes squeezing shut at the sound of his name, his breath hitching in his chest as memory tangled with realist, impossible yet undeniable. "You say my name like it still means something" he whispered, voice cracking. "like I'm still him... still the boy you danced with."

She didn't flinch, "Oh Jamie...You still are, but so much more now." Her thumb lingered at his cheekbone, where a new tear bloomed.

A long silence fell, thick with the weight of years lost and battles fought. Then cautiously, James raised his eyes to hers. Blue depths flickering with something fragile. "How are you...You haven't changed." he spoke.

A smirk appeared on her face, allowing the glimpse of a fang to appear. James flinched at the sight of the perfectly sharp fang, a flicker of instinct twitching through him, but it vanished beneath the floor of disbelief.

"You...you were real." He breathed. "I thought i made you up, all those nights. Just a memory to survive by." She swallowed hard, her voice trembling. "They told me you died, Jamie. That Captain America came home alone, it was on the papers."

His breath caught as her words pierced the silence. She hadn't known. She hadn't searched for him. She mourned him. "I stopped feeling the seasons after that." she continued "I buried the warmth with you, everything froze over again. I lost my self...became a monster I once forgot." Her hand drifted towards him, hesitant. "Until I saw your face earlier."

James pressed his forehead to her palm, his voice breaking. "I didn't die. But I wasn't alive, either. I became...something else."

Her expression didn't falter, only deepened "So did I."

His expression changed, she saw the question forming on his lips the slight curve of his brow, "not tonight...tonight were together." she muttered as she leant in, taking his lips to hers, the soft kiss she dreamt of. Tangled in each others arms, he was safe and she was home.

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AN- i really liked this!! i was watching an interview with a vampire (the brad pitt version) and had to write something about a vampire! Let me know what you think!

[azaleassence]

Party 4 u - III

part 1 <--> part 2

pairing: bucky barnes x reader

summary: after your tragic birthday and the encounter with bucky on the rooftop, you decided you were done-- but bucky didn't want that-- he was determined to get back what he lost, even if it meant to beg and yearn for you

warnings: none

a/n: holy shit ya'll, i am so sorry it took me THIS long to update, i got the severe case of writer's block ever since i posted part 2 of thiz but don't worry, i have a lot of new works in my drafts !! reblogs and likes are mostly appreciated!

length: 3.4k

That night etched itself in your brain. For the following days after your birthday, you had gone into a deep hole where it seemed like everything was meaningless.

You barely left your room, engulfed in the darkness with the memories of that night repeating over and over and over again.

[I only threw this party for you]

The way he was late, the way he let you walk away, the way he didn't mutter at least one apology--you hated it.

It took everything in your body to pull itself out of bed and eat your meals, if it wasn't that, it was Natasha dragging you out of bed.

Today was one of the days where you felt bedridden. Natasha went on a mission yesterday and still hasn't come back so you had no one except yourself to get up and get food.

You debated on it for a while, ignoring how your stomach was rumbling for not intaking any food yesterday and today. With a sigh of defeat, you sat up on your bed, putting on your bunny slippers and grabbing the robe curled up on your nightstand.

[Only threw this party for you]

Leaving your room with one glance at the mirror, you knew you were a mess. The walk from your bedroom to your kitchen felt long and neverending as you passed by the lounge where most of the avengers were hanging in.

You heard them call for you but no response left your lips nor did you take your eyes off of the floor to look at them. Making your way into the kitchen, you finally raised your head up to walk to the refrigerator, only to be met by Bucky who was hunched over the island counter.

You abruptly stilled for a second, your eyes finding his as you diverted them elsewhere and walked to the fridge.

You felt his eyes follow your form, the air inside the kitchen thickening with tension and unsaid words. You grabbed a box of frozen pizza from the fridge's door, taking your time and ignoring his eyes burning a hole to your side.

Closing the door, you walked to the microwave and placed the box inside before pressing the buttons as the sound of the microwave filled the silence between you.

You didn't take your eyes off of the microwave, looking at it as if it was the most fascinating thing you have ever seen, but Bucky noticed.

[Yeah, if you saw my tears, would you touch me?]

He noticed how you ignored him, how your eyes diverted away when you walked inside the kitchen, how your hair looked messier than usual, how your bunny slippers were both on the wrong foot, and how your eyes were droopy and red like you had been crying.

Everything inside him screamed at him to say something, to apologize, and to explain himself, but after you left his message on read; he knew he wasn't welcome to say anything.

So he remained quiet, watching you with focused eyes as the microwave stopped, you then grabbed the pizza box out of it.

With that, you left the kitchen-- not sparing him another glance as the aroma of the pizza followed you out.

Two things were understandable at that moment-- one, he lost you, and two, he was determined to get you back.

[Kiss me on the mouth, say you love me?]

The following days were a blur for you. Whenever you left your room, you had Bucky waiting for you to go inside a room so he'd get the chance to talk to you.

You never let him. You see him walking inside the same room you're in? You leave. You notice him looking at you? You'd move until you were out of his field of view. Him joining a conversation you're in? You exit the conversation.

Bucky was chasing a ghost-- a ghost of you that tolerated and loved him before.

[Leave a message, tell me you're sorry?]

Every night were these messages, long ones and short ones, every one of them being filled with Bucky explaining himself and trying to tell you how sorry he was.

Your heart hurted and it pained even more when you saw how he begged in his texts. But you just weren't ready, you weren't ready to face him again.

You needed time and space, and Bucky understood that-- except the space part.

[Hit me right back, hit me right back]

Bucky had thought that he had broken through the first wall around your heart when he noticed how you took a second before looking away from him when he walked inside the lounge.

You didn't.

You instead grew more distant. He didn't catch you in the same room anymore trying to leave, you were quiet and not engaging in any conversations when the team was together, he didn't even see you walk around the hallways anymore trying to get from one place to another.

It was like you changed your entire routine just to not see him. And by entire routine, you mean the entire routine. Your Monday training with Natasha was moved to Wednesdays, where the training room was normally empty.

You ate dinner earlier or later than the team, you hung out in the rooftop pass 12 which was later than your original 10pm peace alone-- everything you did changed.

[Why you treating me like someone that you never loved?]

Your usual rants and talks with Natasha about Bucky were left unsaid. No words left your mouth that connected to him, you lived like he didn't exist.

It confused and worried Natasha because she saw how wasted and done you were, but being the good friend she was to you-- she didn't pry.

But it wasn't only Natasha who noticed how the air around you changed-- the rest of your team did. They asked Natasha about it only to get a blank answer.

Everyone was concerned, even Tony who normally just acknowledged you during missions and when you had something snarky to say to him, everyone wanted to know but they didn't get anything from the two of you.

[I only threw this party for you, only threw this party for you, for you, for you.]

Bucky wasn't making progress into getting back in your heart, you held protective walls that weren't going down without a fight, but he wasn't giving up either.

He started small, he stopped bombarding you with messages and trying to corner you in a room to explain-- if he wanted the time to talk to you, he needed to wait and gain it. So that's exactly what he did.

[I was hopin' you'd come through, I was hopin' you would come through, it's true, it's true.]

Then followed the random coffees on the island counter along with a post-it with your name written on it with a small star or a happy face (sometimes both).

Then the food inside the refrigerator, a bowl with spaghetti that Wanda cooked covered in cling wrap with another post-it with your name to avoid you not eating if ever the team finished the food before you got the chance to eat.

You didn't budge though, you kept your stance steady and your heart protected even if it warmed for a few milliseconds when you noticed these small gestures.

You noticed how after you changed the temperature inside the lounge once, it had stayed that way. You saw how Scott changed the temperature higher but whenever you find yourself inside the lounge, the temperature was just the right one for you.

Bucky took notes in everything that pissed you off, something he should've done a long time ago. He notes the way you leave the room when the team puts on a horror film. He sees the way you go inside the kitchen for a cup of tea only to find your mug in the sink used by someone else, you stomp away.

So he did everything perfectly just so your day could get better, while doing all of these in secret-- which he thought he was doing, you noticed.

[Only threw this party for you, i only threw this party for you, for you, for you.]

It wasn't long when the walls around your heart slowly cracked with seams that water could seep through.

For once, you joined the entire team for dinner, maybe sparing Bucky a glance or two when you notice how his eyes were at you-- he never stopped looking.

You slept better at night without staring at the ceiling, the humidifier Wanda lent you with the lavender scent helped you mostly.

You got back your spirit whenever training with Natasha, your usual snarky remarks for Tony surfaced, your age jokes for Steve saw the light, the way you spend your free time back in Bruce's lab to help-- you were slowly getting back on track.

You couldn't lie to yourself and ignore the way Bucky had helped you stand up after falling to your knees. Bucky tried to make amends for the faults he did and everyone noticed-- that's how they pieced together the puzzle pieces about the sudden air change.

They noticed how his eyes softened when looking at you, his usual resting angry face was nowhere to be seen when looking at you.

They notice how his voice unconsciously becomes quiet when someone mentions you.

The progress was slow but visible, Bucky was trying to win your heart again-- and as much as you tried to hate that idea, you can't lie that he's one step away from winning.

[I'm about to party on you]

Then came the night of the gala where you and the Avengers were invited as a token of the company's gratitude for helping them when needed.

You weren't keen on going, not when a part of you still looked like a mess, but with Natasha convincing you to go-- you just couldn't say no.

The dress you wore was floor-length, a dark shade of blue with matching black 3-inch heels and a black clutch. Your hair was in an up-do with a few strands falling in front of your face-- credits to Wanda who practically begged to do your hair.

You arrived 20 minutes late, spent those 20 minutes inside the taxi you hailed mentally preparing yourself after not socializing for quite a long time.

The huge doors were opened by the two security guards, welcoming you in the loud, elegant, and expensive gala. You were determined to grab a drink in now before socializing to at least give you an ounce of confidence.

Making your way through the loud crowd, the soft playing of Jazz Suite No.2: VI. Waltz 2 played by the orchestra on stage at the north of the ballroom.

As you walked through the crowd, a pair of cerulean eyes had never left your figure ever since you walked inside. Walking through the room as if you owned it, walking with composed steps-- looking at you as if he worshipped the floor you walked on.

[I'm about to party on you]

Not even a second passed since you reached the bar, someone had already approached you.

"Hey, I'm Dmitri, Ceo of Klear." He held his hand out, a small smile on his face.

Klear, the company that held this event-- the company that almost blew up the entire city because of smuggling hidden firearms in their products but due to press and the hidden strings they pulled-- it was ruled out as an accident.

It was your team that had to swoop in and save everyone along the perimeter.

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Dmitri. I'm--" You shook his hand.

"I already know who you are, sweetheart, made quite an impression at the mission." He held your hand up to his lips, pressing a chaste kiss on the back of your palm.

You pulled your hand away from him, letting out an awkward chuckle. "I actually wasn't there, I was dealing with problems at the tower."

He laughed, taking it as a joke and claiming that he saw you at the scene. The conversation was filled with nothing but confusion and awkwardness, you need an out.

You scanned the room, looking for Natasha or Wanda, or literally anyone to pull you out of this embarrassment-filled conversation. Instead, your eyes landed on the same cerulean eyes that you once called comfort.

[Watch me, watch me party on you, yeah]

At the opposite end of the wall where the bar was located– was Bucky, leaning on one of the tables attached to a pillar, holding a crystal-cut glass with whiskey, taking a drink from it as he stared back at you.

You blinked once then twice, taking your eyes off of Bucky and turning back to Dmitri, nodding mindlessly at something he's saying about stocks and business despite your ear muting his voice out.

"Hey, cupcake." Natasha's smooth voice appeared from the side as you turned to her, an inaudible sigh of relief eliciting from your mouth. "Steve wants to see you out on the balcony."

"Okay." You put down your half-finished drink on the counter. "Please excuse me." You walked to Natasha, walking away from the bar beside her.

"Looked like you were on the brink of sleeping there." Natasha joked as you let out a soft chuckle, as you're walking away from the bar, your eyes subconsciously diverted for a second at the same pillar you saw Bucky leaning on only to find it empty.

"Y-yeah, stocks are not my cup of tea." You stuttered over your words as you looked back over at Natasha. The two of you walked to the opposite side of the bar, away from your place with Dmitri but before you could make it back to the bar, Natasha stopped you.

"Steve is actually asking to see you, cupcake."

"Oh shit, really? I thought it was just an excuse you made up to pull me away from Dmitri."

"No, it wasn't." Natasha nodded her head in the direction of the balcony. You walked away from her, walking to the balcony by the east side of the place.

[Party on you, party on you]

You made your way to the balcony, fixing your dress as it scrunched up from walking. As you neared the door to the balcony, your eyes landed on a single figure right outside, leaning on the ornate fences.

A single figure that definitely wasn't Steve.

As you push the glass doors open enough to slip through, the doors closing behind you as you let go of the handles.

His name was stuck in your throat as he turned around to face you, those eyes piercing right through yours as his hands slipped into the pocket of his trousers.

"Bucky." You manage to finally murmur out as you stopped, just inches away from the door and not bothering to take another step closer to him.

"Hi." He says shortly as you take a look around the balcony.

"Is Steve here? Nat told me he's looking for me." Your hands went behind your back, fidgeting with your fingers.

"No, uh-- that's me. I told her to get you, you looked like you were about to fall asleep." He admitted.

"You were looking at me?"

"I always do, sweetheart." That goddamn nickname had you weak in the knees as you cleared your throat.

[Party on you, party on you]

"Then, why did you have her call me over here?" You asked, feet still planted on the ground.

"Oh I didn't. That's all her, I simply just told her to get you away from the boring conversation you were having with Mr. Klear there." Bucky shrugs. "But I wouldn't mind grabbing this opportunity to talk to you too."

That made you inhale deeply as you mentally prepared yourself about what was coming, it was the topic you've desperately tried to bury deep inside you.

Finally, you walked to the ornate fences, standing on Bucky's right as you stared out in the view the city gave you.

With your eyes never wavering away from the city lights, Bucky still had his' on you, the air between you tensed again.

"I..." Bucky opened his mouth, his voice trailing off as he started to think of how to start. You faced away from the view and looked at him, your eyes held nothing but softness. "I'm sorry." The tone of playfulness from minutes ago was absent, instead it held regret and truthfulness.

"Bucky, you don't--"

[Party on you, party on you]

"I want to, doll, I need to apologize. After everything I've put you through until now, the very least I could do is apologize." He cuts you off with his firm but gentle voice. "That day when you first joined the Avengers, I swore I felt my heart stop. It stopped for a moment to the point where it felt suffocating, it was a feeling I have never felt-- so when I... when I felt it again the following day I knew it wasn't normal. I continue to feel it every single time I see you, it's a feeling I can't shake or ignore; it's something I feel with you and you only, sweetheart. So when I learned what was happening, I shut it down-- because, why would I ever get the chance to... love you?" His words left you speechless, he didn't hold any space for you to interfere. Instead, he stood there, spilling out every inch of his feelings to you because for him-- you at least deserve to know before you forget everything between you.

[Party on you, party on you]

The chatters from the party seemed hushed, the orchestra slowly fading away from earshot, the sounds of the vehicles under the building were silenced-- it was his voice only clouding your ears-- and you wouldn't want it any other way.

"And when... when Steve pointed out the way you were acting towards me too-- I knew I couldn't let that happen. You're such an... astonishing and extraordinary woman and I don't-- I don't deserve to be loved by you because what else would I ever give except danger and risks?" His voice turned out hushed, scared that one increase of a decibel in his tone would scare you away. "I don't... I'm not asking you to forgive me, sweetheart, I'm begging you just don't forget me."

[Party on you, party on you]

Your breath hitched, your hands dropped from the railings to your sides, your dress was flowing along with the breeze, your hair swaying along, and your mouth feeling stuck-- trying to find a response.

"I just... I missed you, doll, and I... I'd rather protect you a hundred more times from danger than lose you again." His words felt like the heavy weight from your shoulder disappeared, the weight you've been carrying for weeks on end.

Your foot took a step close to him, closing the distance between you as you tiptoed and kissed his lips, a silent way of saying that you do forgive him.

His arms were limp on his sides, his lips not kissing you back, his eyes wide in shock as he struggled to pull himself to reality where you were actually kissing him.

[Party on you, party on you]

When you pulled away, your eyes droopy and still fixed on his lips-- you took a short step back.

"You never lost me in the first place, Bucky." The soft mutter of his name coming from your mouth is what snapped him from his trance. He leaned down, capturing your lips in a soft kiss as you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer as his hands instinctively knew to snake around your waist.

The silence of the night, the soft playing of Clair de lune playing in the background, and your lips just pressed against each other-- it was perfect, so perfect you never wanted to leave.

[Party on you, party on you]

The kiss you shared was intimately slow so when the both of you pulled away from each other, both your eyes held nothing but love, a giggle erupted from your lips as the red lipstick you had smudged all over Bucky's lips.

The laughter shared between you brought you comfort, the touch his hands still stayed around your waist brought you contentment-- this was right, everything was right.

[Party on you, party on you]

a/n: did anyone else catch that glass onion reference i made hehehe

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last updated ➤ 7 ･ 19 ･ 25

⊹ ࣪ ˖ one shots

ꨄ︎ take my hand and drive﹕bucky barnes x reader ( modern au )

You’re running away from everything, and he’s the last person you expected to want to come with you. But when the night turns soft, and the gas station lights flicker, you realize maybe leaving isn’t the end—it’s a new beginning.

wc :: 2.2k

ꨄ Its Nothing, Right? ﹕bucky barnes x reader ( canon-divergent au )

You never expected to end up working at the Avengers compound—especially not as Bucky's medical lead after his last quit. Awkward encounters turn into something more...at least you think. Between mixed signals, late night conversations, and lingering glances, you begin to wonder if it's all in your head or if he feels it too.

wc :: 5.9k

ꨄ Every morning ﹕bucky barnes x reader (library/coffee shop au)

You're not sure when it started- the looking, the lingering. But today you decide to sit. wc :: 800

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[peachycheekz]

Mismatched pt.2

a/n: I completely forgot to post this on here lol I feel like half of this fic is just me shitting on my job tbh plus being delulu about Bucky so I don't go insane while staring an empty excel sheet at work WC: 2.5k

read on ao3 part one

After what you had officially deemed the worst mission you've ever been on — the time Clint and you got stuck in a sewage treatment plant included — you'd taken some time off. To cool down. To avoid running into Bucky. So no one would see you walking significantly worse than before.

You never felt more incapable. Like a waste of breath in an environment where everyone around you was in top condition. Others could do what you did and call it a warm-up while you hadn't been able to walk a greater distance than the one from your bed to your fridge without feeling a blinding burst of pain in your bones for the first couple days after.

And then there was this other issue. A huge, annoying, Bucky-shaped issue. For some reason you couldn't stop thinking about him, about that stupid mission and why in God's name he didn't stick to the plan. You'd never gotten a straight answer to that and Steve refused to snitch and you refused to ask Bucky again.

Not that he'd willingly talk to you anyway. Probably.

You didn't know what you had expected from your first day back at work but it certainly wasn't your personal nemesis leaning against the doorframe of your office, arms crossed, hair in a bun at the nape of his neck. The way you liked it best.

Fucking Thursdays.

For a moment you contemplated turning on your heel and taking one more day but before you could retreat his eyes snapped to yours, scanning up and down your body as if he personally had to make sure you were unharmed to actually believe it.

"Hi."

Your eyes narrowed at the civil greeting, at the lack of ridicule in his tone. You briefly wondered if henleys were made specifically for him, because there was no way those damn shirts could look so infuriatingly perfect on him every single time. And you hated that you even noticed.

"You get lost or something?"

You shifted your weight to your good leg, the other was still giving you trouble, especially after plunging from a second story window. He tracked the movement, because of course he did. Prick.

A muscle jumped in his jaw but thankfully, whatever he'd been wanting to say he kept it to himself.

"If you don't mind, I got work to do."

"Can't you just talk to me like a normal fucking person for once?" He blurted out but stepped away from your door.

The answer was no. No, you couldn't. It was hard enough looking at him without remembering how he felt inside of you. You bit your lip, cleared your throat.

"Don't waste my time," you muttered, fishing for your keys in your bag while balancing your coffee and phone with the other hand, "What do you want, Barnes?"

Just for a moment there you thought he might give you a straight answer. His mouth opened, closed again. A hand raked through his hair, which you knew felt every bit as soft as it looked. Great length for pulling, too. But then his expression hardened into something unreadable again and he huffed, like you were the one keeping him from doing something.

"You know what? Forget it."

You were trying.

You watched him stomp off before you slipped into your office. As expected, no one had felt responsible for the wild mess of files and half-finished reports strewn across your desk. Your space was a disaster. You left the door open behind you, dropped your bag to the floor and wished there was something stronger in your to-go cup than coffee.

By the time lunch rolled around you felt like all you had managed to do was rearrange one pile of paper into another on the other side of your desk. The workload just just didn't seem to decrease at all, no matter how many files you logged or follow up calls you made. Not to mention the pounding headache forming behind your eyes. You barely even noticed it was time for a break.

You groaned, slumping in your chair. Maybe a little walk would be nice. Some fresh air for your head, a bit of movement for your achy leg. You weren't going to finish half of this shit today anyway.

"Hey," David, from the office across the hall knocked softly on your open door, a friendly smile plastered to his lips. You liked Dave, he was as nice as they came. The goody two-shoes everybody believed Steve to be. "Wanna grab lunch together?"

"Sure. Let me just get my purse."

"It's on me. I insist," he added the last part hurriedly, already knowing you were going to argue. You'd rather pay for your own food. Made it feel less date-y. Maybe just this once, you could indulge, though.

"Fine." You finally agreed with a playful sigh and followed him to the elevator. Before your injury you'd always liked taking the stairs, had preferred it even. Now you were forced to take this cursed metal contraption because climbing three flights of stairs would send you into coma. Possibly quite literally.

"I'm glad you're back." Dave mentioned on the side once the doors had slid shut. "Was worried Barnes managed to put you out of action permanently."

You decided to ignore the bitter undertone when he mentioned Bucky. And the urge to jump to his defence. "If you wanna call sitting behind a desk 'action' I'd be glad if he did."

"Oh come on, you don't mean that." But you did. And no matter how you would phrase it, Dave would never understand that. He was never a field agent, he didn't know what it felt like. The thrill of the moment, the adrenaline surging through your veins. Your heartbeat pounding in one ear, voices of trusted teammates in the other.

The tension, the fear of being found out, the flood of pure gratification when you managed to sneak up on someone unsuspecting. And take them down.

The most excitement you had in your days now was sending a passive-aggressive email to a certain coworker down the hall you didn't like.

Fuck you, Margaret.

You managed a tight lipped smile in response and were glad the doors finally dinged open. You'd entirely lost your appetite on the way down. Sometimes you were glad for his absolute lack of awareness, it allowed you to quietly stew in your thoughts. Had Nat been around she'd called you out on it immediately.

You took a step forward, suddenly eager to just get this over with, and collided with a wall of…muscle?

Two hands circled your arms to steady you. One human and one distinctly not. "Watch where you're going." Bucky's deep voice rumbled right into your own chest. He spotted Dave over your shoulder and his grip on you tightened just the smallest bit before he abruptly let go. And honestly? You pitied David a little for the look the super soldier shot him.

"Don't stand in the way," you bit back, knowing fully well it was your fault. You mirrored his glare, grabbed Dave by the arm and dragged him with you, making sure to bump into Bucky's shoulder on purpose.

"Aren't you ever a little…scared of the guy?" He asked once you were out of the building and on your way to that waffle place around the corner. Not a place you favoured but you didn't feel like eating anyway.

You shot him a questioning look from the corner of your eye. "Scared? Of Bucky?" Sure, he was a handful. Had a knack for getting on your nerves and you guessed he could be intimidating. But it was also really hard to be afraid of someone that had made you come, repeatedly. "Not exactly. He's pretty…okay, actually."

"You don't act like he is."

"He's difficult."

"I thought he was okay?"

"It's difficult, okay?" Your voice had a little more bite than you wanted but all this prodding was rubbing you in all the wrong ways. "Can we talk about something else, please? Anything else?"

You were truly an expert in making something as simple as getting lunch borderline uncomfortable.

If Dave was put off by your little outburst he didn't let it show, just found less touchy subjects. Unfortunately those were all equally as interesting as creating an excel spreadsheet but you didn't have the heart to tell him.

He got waffles, you got another coffee. It was nice, uneventful and normal. It was what you were supposed to enjoy. No danger. Just waffles with way too much syrup on them and coffee that was as lukewarm as the conversation you were having.

It wasn't something that usually bothered you so much, it wasn't something you usually even noticed. And you probably wouldn't have if you hadn't agreed to that mission. Now the lethargy of a perfectly ordinary work day was hitting you with all the force of a freight train.

And it sucked.

Coffee, as it turned out, was not a sufficient nutrient. Maybe it was also the fact all you'd eaten today was an aspirin thirty minutes ago — which refused to kick in, might you add — that had you seeing double. It was already dark outside and one look at the little display at the bottom of your screen told you it was way past the time you usually got off work. Like way past.

At least now there was a significant dent in the stack of files to your left.

You leaned your head back with a heavy sigh, rubbing your dry eyes. Your spine was stiff and your leg throbbed dully. Time to call it a day. Technically you could sleep at the compound. Tony had insisted you keep your room and as far as you knew, it was still the way you left it , although most of your things you'd gradually moved to your apartment in town.

You'd needed distance after learning you had to step back from doing the one thing you loved. The one thing you'd been good at. Distance to your friends and the memories they carried, distance to the past. They'd understood but you could tell they would've wanted you to stay. Most of them anyway.

Words couldn't describe how much you missed them. The domesticity, the sense of normalcy in an otherwise chaotic way of life. You missed the chaos, too. You weren't made for too much ordinariness.

No, you were made for combat, for dealing black-out punches and taking on disguises and dismantling organisations from the inside out before anyone even knew you were there. You were made to watch Natasha set fire to Tony's unnecessarily expensive kitchen every time she was left to her own devices.

You were made to go on covert assignments with Clint or Maria and come home to Steve scolding the shit out of you for coming up with an 'alternative solution' when the operation faced a tight spot.

You were meant to be training rookie agents and get on Sam's nerves about him treating Redwing like a sentient being.

You were meant to read a book on the couch in the common room with Bucky quietly brooding in the armchair by the fake fireplace.

The civilian life just wasn't for you and the more you allowed yourself to think about it, the more depressed you got. If you were going to wallow in self pity, you'd do it right. Wrapped up in a fuzzy blanket with a glass of wine. Or two.

You stood, pulled on your coat. The door smacked you straight in the face before you even had your hand on the handle.

A quiet oof left your mouth. Great, now your head was hurting from the outside too.

"Oh," Bucky said quietly. Hadn't you been busy pressing your hand to the smarting spot on your forehead you'd noticed the tips of his ears turning pink.

"What the fuck?"

"I though I heard something in your office." You were far too tired to question the whys and hows of that statement. "Thought someone was in here."

"Of course someone's fucking in here. Me. I'm working for fuck's sake."

He covered the embarrassment flashing across his face quickly. But not before you noticed. "You got any idea what time it is?"

"That's why I'm leaving now."

"You should've left hours ago."

Silence settled around you heavily as you matched his unreadable stare with blazing, narrowed eyes of your own. Even for him, he was starting to act really fucking weird.

"Bucky-"

"I'll take you home." His tongue formed the words without his permission, pushing them out of his mouth without allowing him to think them through. He looked like he wanted to take them back immediately after, but he didn't. Your jaw slackened and it took you a distressingly long moment to find your voice again.

"No, you won't." You were more than capable of walking home on your own. You didn't live that far away. What was going on with him?

"Then stay. You're room's still…" He wanted to say the way you left it but that would tell you more about him than he was ready for you to know. "…there," he said instead. Bucky scratched the back of his neck, suddenly flustered under your scrutinising stare. "It's late and sleeping over would be more convenient. Nat can lend you something to sleep in and Wanda would be over the moon if you-" He was rambling now, unable to stop his blabbering. You just had that effect on him. One of the reasons he avoided spending more time with you than necessary.

You made him feel like a fool. Out of control.

You had no idea what had gotten into him all of a sudden. He almost sounded worried, he sounded…

A scoff interrupted his monologue. "Oh my God, Bucky. Can you stop blaming yourself for one goddamn second?" He wasn't offering because he cared, not entirely anyway, but because he felt bad for what happened on the mission. He shut up, caught, lips pressing into a tight line. Sometimes he found it uncanny how well you were able to read him.

"I saw the doc, I saw my physician, I even saw the stupid shrink. I'm fine. I don't need, or want, you to baby me. I'm perfectly capable of finding the way home myself. Of taking care of myself. Whatever it is you think you have to do, don't. Stop it."

"I-"

"Goodnight, Barnes." You pushed past him, not leaving him a chance to explain, not that you cared much for his reasoning. The heels of your boots clacking on expensive marble was the only sound echoing through the halls as you thundered down the hallway, angry. Confused. At least he wasn't following you.

You had wanted to tell him to stop forcing a way into your life. Stop digging his heels in deeper whenever you pushed. That you didn't want him there.

But you were afraid the words would sound every bit the lie that they were.

[honeeysagee]

bucky in love headcannons

a/n: i'm so madly and completely in love with bucky, so this is what i think would be like to be loved by him. if you disagree with these, boohoo!

silent but deadly romantic

he's not going to say I love you constantly, but he shows it. "Do you need something, baby?" Even if you say no, he's going to bring you something. A favorite snack. Fixes the loose door you barely noticed. Eyeing the person that gives you trouble at work.

physical touch turns him into putty

He's so touch-straved, so once you inititiate affection, he clings. Arm wrapped aorund your waist. Kisses on the side of your neck. Fingers laced together under the table. Constantly pulling your back to his chest if you stray a little to far.

extremely territorial over chores

You try to do the dishes after cooking, but he's eyeing you so bad. "You cooked. Go rest." You try to vacuum, and he already beat you to it. Not that he thinks he can do it better - never. He just wants to feel useful in the home he shares with you.

you hung the moon

You could be doing something so mundane - folding towels, brushing your teeth, laughing at some stupid tiktok - and he'll stop whatever he's doing to watch you with this soft, stunned look. like he st can't believe you let him stay.

gaslighter

You wake up freezing and he’s cocooned like a burrito? “That’s weird,” he mumbles, clearly sweating. “Must be the draft.”

you don’t notice his haircut

It’s a half-centimeter trim. You blink and suddenly he's quiet, eating cereal angrily, whispering “new hair, new me, same neglect.”

gets jealous, but doesn’t know what to do about it

He’ll just stand there glaring at whoever’s making you laugh a little too hard, arms crossed, jaw tight, like he’s trying to kill them with eye contact alone.

grumpy little observations

“That guy’s voice is annoying.” Translation: “Don’t talk to him, talk to me.” “You left your sweater again.” Translation: “It smells like you and I’m keeping it forever.”

overwhelmed by happiness sometimes

He’ll be brushing his teeth or tying his boots, and it’ll hit him—he’s loved. He’s safe.

never thinks he deserves you—but he protects you like he does

Doesn’t care if it’s something small or world-ending. If you’re stressed, he’s fixing it. If you’re in danger, he’s between you and the threat before anyone blinks.