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Around My Neck (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

Bucky notices your new necklace, he isn't sure he's a fan.

Genre(s): Fluff

Notes: Gender Neutral Reader, Jealous Bucky

Warnings: None

Word Count: 597

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It was just a normal night in with Bucky, you had your laptop on your lap as you sat on the couch, your back leaning against the armrest and your legs stretched out over the cushions, feet on Bucky’s lap. He was sitting on the other end of the couch, a book in his hands as he read. You enjoyed nights like this with him there were no expectations, you didn’t even have to talk but if you wanted to you knew he would listen. He was wearing just jeans and a t-shirt and you were in sweatpants and one of his t-shirts, but there was one addition.

It was a necklace that you had seen online a few weeks ago and it finally came in. You had wanted something similar for a while, but this was one that you really liked. It wasn’t fancy, it could go with anything. It was a thin, black, braided rope necklace, half a centimeter in diameter. And from it hung a simple silver pendant in the shape of the letter J.

You knew that Bucky always noticed the little things about you, every inch you cut off your hair, if you got a new top, if you were feeling down, he was rather perceptive. So you knew he would have seen it the minute he walked in the door if it hadn’t been hidden under your shirt. As you worked you causally looped a finger under the necklace and fiddled with it until it was sitting on top of the shirt.

Bucky noticed the movement out of the corner of his eye and glanced over at you. Immediately his eyes went to the silver pendant hanging from the necklace and his jaw tightened a bit. “Who’s J?” He asked, a slight sourness in his tone.

You had seen Bucky get like this a little bit, you knew it was something that he was trying to work on, but he got jealous sometimes. And apparently now was one of those times. Even though he had no reason to be, seeing as the J was for James. “What do you mean?” You asked, playing innocent as you looked over at him.

“J. On your necklace.” He said, marking the page in his book by slipping in a bookmark and then turning to face you properly, the book being set down on the coffee table.

“Yeah,” you agreed, picking up the pendant and twirling it between your fingers as you looked down at it. “What about it?”

Bucky sucked in a breath and looked around as if there was something that could help him explain. His arms crossed over his chest, his vibranium arm catching the light beautifully. “Unless J stands for Jesus I have someone’s ass to kick.” He said, annoyance and jealousy slipping into his tone.

You couldn’t help but laugh, which just earned a confused and almost hurt look from Bucky. You closed your laptop and set it on the coffee table as well, then shifted your position so that you were sitting right in front of him. “Did you ever stop to consider that J stood for James?” You asked playfully.

He paused and softened, his shoulders relaxing and his jaw untensing. His arms moved, one coming around your shoulders and the other awkwardly scratching the back of his neck. “Oh.” He said sheepishly. “In that case… nice necklace, plum.”

You rolled your eyes and smiled fondly, leaning into his embrace. Your work and his book were both sitting forgotten on the coffee table. “I love you too, James.”

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Sand, Sun, and Sex (Bucky x Female!Reader)

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Bucky doesn't think he'll enjoy the beach, then he sees your bikini.

Genre(s): Smut, Fluff

Warnings: Semi-Public sex, mentions of beer, Bucky being a grumpy old man

Word Count: 2.4K

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You had insisted that a day at the beach together would be fun, you brought some of Bucky’s favourite beers, plenty of snacks to keep the both of you from going hungry, and some cash in case you wanted to get some ice cream from one of those stands on the boardwalk. However, Bucky was still being a grump.

“How much further?” He asked as you trudged through the sand together.

“Come on, Buck, you’re way stronger than me, you can handle carrying the umbrella,” you replied, moving away from the more crowded section of the beach. It was a nice day, so you weren’t surprised when it was busy.

“Alright, grump, here should be fine,” you said, placing down the bags and the cooler that you had brought as you watched Bucky set up the umbrella that you had rented for the day. You lay out your towels beneath it and set stones you found nearby on the corners to keep them from blowing away in any winds that would blow by.

“I feel like sand is going to be in my arm forever,” Bucky grumbled as he sat on his towel and looked around at the sand, almost glaring at it, daring it to come anywhere near his prosthetic. You simply rolled your eyes.

“And the sun is so hot, peach, I don’t want you to burn,” Bucky added on his lame reasoning for his complaints, but you never got sunburn. As he spoke he looked up at you as you rummaged through the cooler for something to drink, settling on a coke since it was still early in the day.

“Bucky, if you’re going to keep complaining, I’ll send you home and stay here myself,” you warned him as you unbuttoned your shorts and let them fall down your legs. As you stepped out of them, you pulled your t-shirt off over your head to reveal the bikini you had put on before you left. And there was silence from the grumpy old man.

“See? Not so hard to…” you turned and found his eyes had darkened, a look you had seen many times before, it was one that made your head spin and your knees weak without him even having to utter a word. You hadn’t even gone swimming and you were already wet.

Bucky had seen women in swimsuits before, but this was something else. This was his gal in a tight two-piece held together by ties on the sides and around your neck. God he wanted to pull those off with his teeth and fuck you on this towel, but he knew that he couldn’t.

“You look good, doll,” he said, his tongue darting out over his lower lips, adding a slight shine to them beneath the glow of the midday sun, it made you want to take it between your teeth and see how he reacted.

You turned around again as you felt your cheeks heat up, and not just because of the blazing sun. “You want a beer?”

“Sure, doll,” Bucky replied, watching your ass as you bent over to pick one up out of the cooler. You should have knelt down a bit to get it, but you knew what you were doing to Bucky. And Bucky knew that you knew, he loved your teasing sometimes.

“There you go, Sarge,” you hummed, plopping down on your towel next to him and handing him the beer.

God, that nickname. You knew that calling him ‘sergeant’ during sex set him off, so you really were just being a tease. You sipped your coke, letting the cool drink relax you. Then you made a little hole in the sand to nestle the bottle into so it wouldn’t fall over and grabbed a bottle of sunscreen from a bag, rolling onto your stomach.

“Can you get my back for me?” you asked, looking over at him and holding out the bottle.

He nodded and stripped off his shirt, getting a bit hot from wearing the dark colour in the day’s heat, and taking the bottle. Now just in his boxers he moved over you, his legs on either side of you as he rested a bit of his weight on your ass, making you giggle.

His fingers made quick work of the tie that kept the back of your bathing suit together, moving the strings out of his way. He muttered a quick warning about it being cold before he squeezed the bottle and let some of the sunscreen fall onto the skin of your back.

His mind couldn’t help wandering, imagining that it was something else on your smooth skin. With a smirk, he leaned forwards and ran his hands across your back to rub in the sunscreen, his hands also doing your sides, and his fingers skimmed across the sides of your breasts which made you suck in a breath and close your eyes. You enjoyed the feeling of his hands on you, his flesh hand warm from the sun and his metal hand cold from the cooling system built into it.

“Want to go for a swim after we finish our drinks?” You suggested as Bucky tied the strings of your bathing suit back together and you propped yourself up on your elbows. He only gave a nod in response.

You rolled back onto your back as he sat on his towel and took out his book to try to distract himself. You had also brought a book so the two of you sat in silence for a while, sipping your drinks and reading. But you couldn’t get through the paragraph, you would try and then your mind would wander back over to shirtless Bucky next to you. Bucky was having the exact same problem, only flipping pages occasionally to make it seem like he was reading when his thoughts were filled with all of the things he wanted to do to you. Your voice broke him out of his trance.

“Ready to go for a swim?” You asked him, setting your book down.

He chugged the remainder of his beer and stood. “Yup,” he said.

You cleaned up your stuff a bit before you both stood. Bucky picked you up bridal style and you squealed as he ran into the water, he didn’t even seem to flinch but the waves felt cold in comparison to the warmth of the sun as they splashed against your stomach.

“Bucky!” You squealed as he squirmed. His eyes weren’t even on where you were going, they were solely on your body, watching you as you squirmed. It made your cheeks feel hot, and not just your cheeks either.

He brought you deep into the water so that it was up to his shoulders, so you decided to wrap your legs around his waist and his arms around his neck as he tried to put you down. He smiled and pressed a kiss onto your lips which you happily returned, then you felt the pads of his flesh fingers running up your leg and fiddling with the strings that held your bikini bottoms on.

“Hey, watch the fingers, Buck,” you murmured, breaking the kiss but not moving away, your lips brushing against his with every word and it was driving him crazy.

“I know exactly what I’m doing with my fingers, do you have any idea how good you look in that swimsuit?” He replied, his voice soft and seeming to drop an octave which made your brain malfunction for a second.

“I don’t wanna get some kind of weird fish infection,” you mumbled weakly, though you were seconds away from letting Bucky do whatever the hell he wanted to you.

His hand was removed from where the string was and you almost let out a whine of disappointment. Instead his hands cupped your ass as he looked around. He spotted something behind you and a smirk came across his devilishly handsome face.

He started to walk through the water as normally as if he were walking on land, you twisted in his arms and saw he was leading you over to a formation of rocks. He passed by it and suddenly you were blocked from the sight of the beach. He picked you up and placed you on one of the rocks, the water was more shallow here, only reaching to about his knees now, but you couldn’t touch it, it was like he had set you on a table.

“Buck, we can’t keep an eye on our stuff from over…” your words were cut off with a gasp.

He had placed both hands on either side of you on the rock and leaned down, grabbing the string of your bottoms with his teeth and pulling until they fell off of you. He caught them before they could float away and shoved them into his pocket.

“Gonna have to keep quiet for me doll,” he murmured, his breath hot against your sensitive core, making you even more wet.

You merely whined and nodded, eyes wide as you watched him press kisses onto your thigh, trailing towards your aching pussy, already dripping wet from him and not from the ocean.

“Use your words, pretty girl, are you going to be quiet for me?” he murmured, lips brushing against your pussy but not enough to satisfy you.

“Yes, sir,” you nodded, knowing it would be nearly impossible with the skills Bucky possessed.

He smirked. “Good girl.”

He dove into you, his tongue running up your slit a few times to taste your wetness before plunging into your hole. The only thing you could do in response to his magnificent assault was let out pathetic little whines, knowing to keep your legs open for him.

Suddenly, his tongue was being removed and two of his fingers were pushing into you, his tongue moving instead to work over your clit. Your body reacted immediately, you set one hand behind you to steady yourself as you leaned back, with your other you tangled your fingers into his dark hair. Before your legs threatened to close you felt a cold metal hand on the inside of your thigh, making you sigh in almost relief.

His fingers curved inside of you, brushing against your sweet spot which made you moan out loudly. He sent you a glare and, much to your dismay, removed his lips from around your clit. “Quiet, baby, or you won’t get to cum,” he warned.

You nodded weakly and pulled on his hair to direct him back to your clit, he chuckled and returned dutifully, his fingers moving inside of you as he worshipped your clit. Soon your hips were bucking against his face and you were letting out little whines and moans of pleasepleasepleaseplease before you bit down on your lip and moaned as quietly as you could, cumming for him, squeezing his fingers and rocking your hips against his face.

He worked you through it before pulling back and admiring how you looked, your chest heaving as you came down from your high. There was only one problem. He reached up and undid your bathing suit top, pulling it off and tossing it somewhere onto the rock, be would get it later.

“You’re so pretty, doll,” he murmured, his hands raising to cup your breasts, playing with them as his lips captured yours in a hungry kiss. Then suddenly he pulled away and climbed up onto the rock with you, laying you down. You were glad the rock was smooth, it wasn’t the most comfortable, but for Bucky you didn’t mind at all.

“Ready to take my cock, baby?” He asked with a smirk, getting between your legs which you spread for him.

You nodded eagerly. “I need you, sergeant,” you said, batting your eyelashes up at you with innocence you couldn’t possibly possess.

He immediately leant down and kissed you, pushing into you with a thrust that made your body jolt, he was big, and thick, it normally took you a second to adjust to him but he wasn’t waiting, being called sergeant always made him go feral for you.

You moaned, arching your back off of the rocks beneath you as he thrust into you with a pace only a super soldier could achieve. You were still feeling sensitive from your previous orgasm, and you could already feel the coil in your stomach tightening.

His lips broke off from yours and trailed down your neck. He left open mouthed kisses on the skin, occasionally running his teeth over an area and then soothing it with his tongue. You knew the skin would be littered with hickies but you didn’t care. Your brain was too foggy to even think about anything other than how good he was fucking you.

“I-I’m gonna cum,” you announced in a breathless voice.

Bucky smirked and brought a hand to your breast to play with your nipple, pinching and rolling the bud between his fingers. You cried out and came all over his thick cock, but he didn’t let up the pace at all.

“That’s right princess, take it, you’re such a good girl,” he murmured against your neck. The harshness of his thrusts and his assault on your tits compared to the sweet words he whispered into your ear was giving you whiplash.

“You’re so pretty for me, ‘specially when you cum, so I need you to do it one more time. Be a good girl, can you do that?” He asked, squeezing your breast to punctuate his question.

You nodded, taking a moment to try to compose yourself enough to give a response. “Y-Yes, Sergeant,” you agreed, letting your head rest on the rock as his lips continued to travel over your hand.

His lips weren’t the only things travelling, the hand previously on your breast was travelling down your torso and he started to rub quick, tight circles around your clit, making you cry out. Neither of you cared anymore how loud you were.

“God you even sound so pretty for me, peach, you’re such a good girl for me,” Bucky praised, speeding up his thrusts as they became erratic.

You whined and bucked up your hips as your third orgasm hit you like a tidal wave, your legs shaking. Bucky buried himself deep inside of you and came as well, moaning against your neck.

You both rode out your highs, you were completely out of breath but Bucky hadn’t even broken a sweat, just staring at you with a grin as he took in your form, dripping with a mixture of water from the ocean and sweat. He kissed your forehead, and while you were too blissed out to speak, he wasn’t.

“We should come to the beach more often.”

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How To Halloween (Natasha x Reader)

This Was Made As a Part of Halloweek!

Gn!Reader shares their Halloween traditions with Natasha.

Genre(s): Pure Fluff

Warnings: Mentions of knifes, mentions of guts (pumpkin guts though)

Word Count: 2308 I got a bit carried away with this one

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Some of the things you loved doing with Natasha were the things she wasn’t the best at or the most knowledgeable in. There was no doubting the fact that Natasha was a very intelligent and impressive woman; well versed in politics, history, culture, the arts. But there was something that one couldn’t replace with readings: a childhood.

You could remember when Natasha confided in you about her past, and you remembered feeling ridiculous because even though you were crying, she wasn’t. And it was her story, her life. Though, you supposed that just meant she had more experience dealing with it.

Still, from that day forward, you had made a silent promise to yourself that you would teach her how to enjoy some of the more childish things. And there was no better time for that than Halloween. Of course, Halloween could be a mature Holiday, the Starks always threw a massive party, and there was drinking, and dancing, and everything you would expect from a party thrown by Tony Stark, but you wanted to show Natasha the things you had done as a kid on Halloween.

You had the whole day planned out. You had started with pumpkin spice lattes and pumpkin shaped pancakes for breakfast, you had even put chocolate chips in the shape of the eyes and mouth for a jack-o-lantern. Then you sat down to watch Halloween movies. When you told Natasha that she had originally thought you meant Horror movies, imagine her surprise when you put on Ghostbusters and Scooby-Doo instead of American Psycho.

You had finished your movie marathon and you had two pumpkins on the kitchen island. “Okay! So, do you know how to carve a pumpkin?” You asked her as you got out two kitchen knives.

“I think so,” Natasha replied, watching you with amusement written across her features.

“Oh,” you nodded a bit and set a knife on the counter in front of her.

“Why don’t you teach me anyway,” she suggested, having noticed that you deflated a little bit.

You perked up and nodded. “Okay! First you want to cut a hole in the top, not too big because you want to have plenty of space for your design, but you still want to be able to get your hand in comfortably,”

You cut a hole in the top of your pumpkin and then Natasha does the same, smiling at you all the while. “And now?” She asked as she set the knife down, already knowing the next step but wanting to hear your excitement as you explained it to her.

“Now comes the fun part! The guts,” You told her. You grabbed two pairs of latex gloves (you found a box of them in your laundry room and thought it best not to ask questions you may not like the answer to) and two large spoons. “You wanna scrape the insides with the spoons to loosen it all up, and then you want to pull it all out as best as you can. One bowl is for seeds,” you pointed at one of the two large mixing bowls in front of you, “the other is for the rest.”

She nodded as she took the top off of the pumpkin. She then slipped on the gloves and picked up the spoon, beginning your task. You grabbed your phone and connected it to your bluetooth speaker as she worked, playing your Halloween playlist before setting it aside and joining her in pulling out the guts.

“Why are we separating the seeds again, love?” Natasha asked as she dumped a handful of the seeds into the appropriate bowl in front of you.

“You stick some melted butter in that bowl, some salt, and I like to add a bit of sugar too, then you put it on a baking sheet in the oven for like, half an hour to an hour, and then we can snack on them,” you explained as you did the same as her, depositing a good amount of seeds into the bowl and smiling over at her.

She got a bit of a mischievous look on her face as she turned to you. “Baby, you’ve got a little something right…” she had her hand in a fist except for one finger as she raised it to your face, then she smirked devilishly and opened her hand to reveal a glob of pumpkin guts which she then smeared across your cheek, “there,” she completed her sentence.

Your mouth dropped open as you felt the cold, orange goop on your skin, offended and yet amused. “Romanoff!” You huffed, wiping it off with your gloved hand which just left a smear of orange on your cheek from your own pumpkin.

She laughed at your predicament, the one that she had put you in, and grabbed a paper towel, wiping off any pumpkin residue and then pressing a kiss onto your newly cleaned cheek. “Nat to the rescue,”

“Nat caused the problem,” you muttered as you turned back to your problem, your lips in a pout as you gave her a playful glare. You finished scooping out your pumpkin and she just watched, already finished but not wanting to move on to the next step without you.

“What’s next, my dear?” She asked like you were all buddy-buddy and she hadn’t just betrayed you with her pumpkin smearing ways. You looked over and the sweet smile on her face was too damn beautiful to be mad at.

Grumbling, you moved away from your pumpkin and slipped off your gloves, tossing them into the garbage can and watching as Natasha threw her pair in perfectly without even moving. You then opened a drawer and pulled out two sharpies. “Now we have to plan what we want to carve out, draw it before you cut it out,” you instructed her. “Since it’s your first time, you might want to go with something simple,” you added as a warning. She shrugged as she took the marker. “Probably a smart idea, but that wouldn’t be very impressive, now would it?” She winked at you.

As if she needed to be any more impressive than she already was.

“Well, it’s not a competition, but have at it,” you said as you approached your own pumpkin. Taking in the size and shape, you thought of what you might want to do, tapping the end of your sharpie against your chin. Meanwhile, Natasha had moved her pumpkin to the other side of the counter and had already started drawing, but was keeping it a surprise from you.

“You know, it’s not good to have secrets in a relationship,” you mused thoughtfully as you brought the tip of your sharpie to the skin of the pumpkin. You had selected the best side and now it was time for your design.

“I just want to surprise you,” Natasha replied with a chuckle, capping her marker and picking up her knife once again, seemingly ready to continue with her design.

“Well then I will be surprising you too!” You stated, also setting down your marker and picking up the knife. You were very careful with your design, not wanting to ruin it. And a silence fell between the two of you as you both worked, the only thing that permeated the air was the sound of Michael Jackon’s Thriller as it played through your speaker.

“Done!” You and Natasha declared at the same time, causing you both to smile.

“Turn around the pumpkins on a count of three?” You asked as you set your knife down and lay your hands on the cold surface of your carved pumpkin.

Natasha nodded. “Sure, 1…”

“2…” you continued, the anticipating building

“3!” You both said it in unison and spun your pumpkins around.

Her design was not the simple kind you had suggested to her. It was a beautiful spider's web, the spaces in between the webbing had been cut out and you could only imagine how cool it would look when you added the candle. Yours wasn’t a classic design either, it was a crescent moon on the bottom right corner with one large star and one smaller one on the face of it as well.

“Yours looks great, my dear,” Natasha told you, walking over and pressing a kiss onto your temple. “What’s next?” She asked.

You smiled, admiring her pumpkin for a second longer before looking over at her. “We stick the seeds in the oven and put on our costumes,” you informed her, excited to show her what you had picked.

So that’s what you did. Since you had two pumpkins you had needed a second baking sheet for all of the seeds, but soon enough they were in the oven. Natasha promised that any seeds that the two of you couldn’t eat she would bring to the Avengers who would devour them in seconds.

“You get changed in our room, I’ll get changed in the guest room,” you told her, wiping off your hands of any residual pumpkin goop.

She raised an eyebrow. “I’ve seen you naked before, I think we can change in the same room,” Natasha pointed out, doing the same and walking up to you.

But you skirted out of her grasp and shook your head. “Nope! I want to surprise you!” You insisted, walking backwards as you headed towards the guest room, careful not to run into any walls.

Natasha shook her head, her arms crossed over her chest. “What happened to not keeping secrets in a relationship?” She teased, referencing your earlier statement.

You just stuck your tongue out at her and turned, jogging to the guest bedroom. You already stashed your costume in the closet in a plastic bag so you pulled it down and lay everything out on the bed. Since you weren’t actually going out in the costume, it didn’t need to have shoes or be warm at all, which was good because your costume had neither of those things.

It was tight black shorts and a matching black t-shirt with a low V-neckline. You had originally been a bit unsure, but you thought it was fitting as a sort-of mimic to Natasha’s Black Widow costume. Around your hips was a belt with a holster for a fake gun on one side and two sets of fake knives on the other. You thought you looked pretty badass as well as smoking hot, you were sure Natasha was going to love it.

But as you walked into the kitchen to check on how the seeds were doing in the oven, you realized you were way outmatched when it came to a sexy costume. Jessica. Rabbit. Your beautiful girlfriend was wearing the signature red sequined dress and long purple gloves, her crimson hair styled to match the character’s as best as she could, her eyelids adorned with purple and her lips painted red.

She had been looking down at her phone but looked up when she heard you walk in, setting the device on the counter. “Love, you look so cute,” she told you, walking over and wrapping her arms around your waist.

“Cute?” You replied with a frown, placing your hands on her shoulders and stepping back so she was forced away from you a bit, allowing you to look at her properly. “I was going for dangerously sexy, not cute,” you informed her, dragging back your arms to cross them over your chest.

“Dangerous? You?” Natasha asked with a smirk, she loved the fire you had in you, and she loved when you let it show.

“Yes! And sexy,” you repeated that part too, that was really the most important part.

“Well, you’re always sexy,” she informed you, stepping towards you again and placing one of her hands on your hips and one of her hands on your face, gently cupping your cheek as she tugged you close and kissed you. Once you broke away she smiled. “You’re just also adorable.”

You huffed and got out of her grasp, crossing your arms once again and narrowing your eyes as you glared at her. “Natasha!” You said, almost in a scolding tone.

She held her hands up in surrender. “I can’t help it, baby, I’m sorry,” she said, lying straight to your face.

“No you’re not.” You replied.

She shrugged. “No, I’m not.” She agreed with a smile.

You rolled your eyes but you couldn’t help that her smile was contagious and made you want to smile as well. “Ugh, I hate you, you’re the worst,” you stated.

She leaned over and pressed a kiss onto the corner of your lips. “Come on, why don’t you show me some more of those scooby-doo movies?” She suggested.

“We can’t, we have to be on alert for trick-or-treaters,” you pointed out.

She shrugged. “Not an issue. I put out a bowl with a note that says ‘please take one’,” she told you.

You only groaned. “Kids never take just one,” you informed her, shaking your head.

Her grin only got wider as she pulled out an unopened bag of assorted fun-size chocolates. “I know. All the kids will think other kids got to it first,” she told you.

Your eyes lit up and you immediately grabbed the bag from her, ripping it open and pulling out your favourite one. “I love you,” you said. “I thought I was the worst?” She teased as she led you over to the couch so you could watch more movies together.

You nodded. “Oh you are,” you told her, plopping down onto the couch and leaning into her as she sat next to you. “But I love you anyway.”

She laughed softly and shook her head, adjusting her dress as she put on a movie. She kissed your temple. “Happy Halloween, my love.”

You smiled. “Happy Halloween.”

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Around My Neck (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

Bucky notices your new necklace, he isn't sure he's a fan.

Genre(s): Fluff

Notes: Gender Neutral Reader, Jealous Bucky

Warnings: None

Word Count: 597

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It was just a normal night in with Bucky, you had your laptop on your lap as you sat on the couch, your back leaning against the armrest and your legs stretched out over the cushions, feet on Bucky’s lap. He was sitting on the other end of the couch, a book in his hands as he read. You enjoyed nights like this with him there were no expectations, you didn’t even have to talk but if you wanted to you knew he would listen. He was wearing just jeans and a t-shirt and you were in sweatpants and one of his t-shirts, but there was one addition.

It was a necklace that you had seen online a few weeks ago and it finally came in. You had wanted something similar for a while, but this was one that you really liked. It wasn’t fancy, it could go with anything. It was a thin, black, braided rope necklace, half a centimeter in diameter. And from it hung a simple silver pendant in the shape of the letter J.

You knew that Bucky always noticed the little things about you, every inch you cut off your hair, if you got a new top, if you were feeling down, he was rather perceptive. So you knew he would have seen it the minute he walked in the door if it hadn’t been hidden under your shirt. As you worked you causally looped a finger under the necklace and fiddled with it until it was sitting on top of the shirt.

Bucky noticed the movement out of the corner of his eye and glanced over at you. Immediately his eyes went to the silver pendant hanging from the necklace and his jaw tightened a bit. “Who’s J?” He asked, a slight sourness in his tone.

You had seen Bucky get like this a little bit, you knew it was something that he was trying to work on, but he got jealous sometimes. And apparently now was one of those times. Even though he had no reason to be, seeing as the J was for James. “What do you mean?” You asked, playing innocent as you looked over at him.

“J. On your necklace.” He said, marking the page in his book by slipping in a bookmark and then turning to face you properly, the book being set down on the coffee table.

“Yeah,” you agreed, picking up the pendant and twirling it between your fingers as you looked down at it. “What about it?”

Bucky sucked in a breath and looked around as if there was something that could help him explain. His arms crossed over his chest, his vibranium arm catching the light beautifully. “Unless J stands for Jesus I have someone’s ass to kick.” He said, annoyance and jealousy slipping into his tone.

You couldn’t help but laugh, which just earned a confused and almost hurt look from Bucky. You closed your laptop and set it on the coffee table as well, then shifted your position so that you were sitting right in front of him. “Did you ever stop to consider that J stood for James?” You asked playfully.

He paused and softened, his shoulders relaxing and his jaw untensing. His arms moved, one coming around your shoulders and the other awkwardly scratching the back of his neck. “Oh.” He said sheepishly. “In that case… nice necklace, plum.”

You rolled your eyes and smiled fondly, leaning into his embrace. Your work and his book were both sitting forgotten on the coffee table. “I love you too, James.”

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Around My Neck (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

Bucky notices your new necklace, he isn't sure he's a fan.

Genre(s): Fluff

Notes: Gender Neutral Reader, Jealous Bucky

Warnings: None

Word Count: 597

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It was just a normal night in with Bucky, you had your laptop on your lap as you sat on the couch, your back leaning against the armrest and your legs stretched out over the cushions, feet on Bucky’s lap. He was sitting on the other end of the couch, a book in his hands as he read. You enjoyed nights like this with him there were no expectations, you didn’t even have to talk but if you wanted to you knew he would listen. He was wearing just jeans and a t-shirt and you were in sweatpants and one of his t-shirts, but there was one addition.

It was a necklace that you had seen online a few weeks ago and it finally came in. You had wanted something similar for a while, but this was one that you really liked. It wasn’t fancy, it could go with anything. It was a thin, black, braided rope necklace, half a centimeter in diameter. And from it hung a simple silver pendant in the shape of the letter J.

You knew that Bucky always noticed the little things about you, every inch you cut off your hair, if you got a new top, if you were feeling down, he was rather perceptive. So you knew he would have seen it the minute he walked in the door if it hadn’t been hidden under your shirt. As you worked you causally looped a finger under the necklace and fiddled with it until it was sitting on top of the shirt.

Bucky noticed the movement out of the corner of his eye and glanced over at you. Immediately his eyes went to the silver pendant hanging from the necklace and his jaw tightened a bit. “Who’s J?” He asked, a slight sourness in his tone.

You had seen Bucky get like this a little bit, you knew it was something that he was trying to work on, but he got jealous sometimes. And apparently now was one of those times. Even though he had no reason to be, seeing as the J was for James. “What do you mean?” You asked, playing innocent as you looked over at him.

“J. On your necklace.” He said, marking the page in his book by slipping in a bookmark and then turning to face you properly, the book being set down on the coffee table.

“Yeah,” you agreed, picking up the pendant and twirling it between your fingers as you looked down at it. “What about it?”

Bucky sucked in a breath and looked around as if there was something that could help him explain. His arms crossed over his chest, his vibranium arm catching the light beautifully. “Unless J stands for Jesus I have someone’s ass to kick.” He said, annoyance and jealousy slipping into his tone.

You couldn’t help but laugh, which just earned a confused and almost hurt look from Bucky. You closed your laptop and set it on the coffee table as well, then shifted your position so that you were sitting right in front of him. “Did you ever stop to consider that J stood for James?” You asked playfully.

He paused and softened, his shoulders relaxing and his jaw untensing. His arms moved, one coming around your shoulders and the other awkwardly scratching the back of his neck. “Oh.” He said sheepishly. “In that case… nice necklace, plum.”

You rolled your eyes and smiled fondly, leaning into his embrace. Your work and his book were both sitting forgotten on the coffee table. “I love you too, James.”

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Sand, Sun, and Sex (Bucky x Female!Reader)

This post contains mature content, 18+ only.

Bucky doesn't think he'll enjoy the beach, then he sees your bikini.

Genre(s): Smut, Fluff

Warnings: Semi-Public sex, mentions of beer, Bucky being a grumpy old man

Word Count: 2.4K

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You had insisted that a day at the beach together would be fun, you brought some of Bucky’s favourite beers, plenty of snacks to keep the both of you from going hungry, and some cash in case you wanted to get some ice cream from one of those stands on the boardwalk. However, Bucky was still being a grump.

“How much further?” He asked as you trudged through the sand together.

“Come on, Buck, you’re way stronger than me, you can handle carrying the umbrella,” you replied, moving away from the more crowded section of the beach. It was a nice day, so you weren’t surprised when it was busy.

“Alright, grump, here should be fine,” you said, placing down the bags and the cooler that you had brought as you watched Bucky set up the umbrella that you had rented for the day. You lay out your towels beneath it and set stones you found nearby on the corners to keep them from blowing away in any winds that would blow by.

“I feel like sand is going to be in my arm forever,” Bucky grumbled as he sat on his towel and looked around at the sand, almost glaring at it, daring it to come anywhere near his prosthetic. You simply rolled your eyes.

“And the sun is so hot, peach, I don’t want you to burn,” Bucky added on his lame reasoning for his complaints, but you never got sunburn. As he spoke he looked up at you as you rummaged through the cooler for something to drink, settling on a coke since it was still early in the day.

“Bucky, if you’re going to keep complaining, I’ll send you home and stay here myself,” you warned him as you unbuttoned your shorts and let them fall down your legs. As you stepped out of them, you pulled your t-shirt off over your head to reveal the bikini you had put on before you left. And there was silence from the grumpy old man.

“See? Not so hard to…” you turned and found his eyes had darkened, a look you had seen many times before, it was one that made your head spin and your knees weak without him even having to utter a word. You hadn’t even gone swimming and you were already wet.

Bucky had seen women in swimsuits before, but this was something else. This was his gal in a tight two-piece held together by ties on the sides and around your neck. God he wanted to pull those off with his teeth and fuck you on this towel, but he knew that he couldn’t.

“You look good, doll,” he said, his tongue darting out over his lower lips, adding a slight shine to them beneath the glow of the midday sun, it made you want to take it between your teeth and see how he reacted.

You turned around again as you felt your cheeks heat up, and not just because of the blazing sun. “You want a beer?”

“Sure, doll,” Bucky replied, watching your ass as you bent over to pick one up out of the cooler. You should have knelt down a bit to get it, but you knew what you were doing to Bucky. And Bucky knew that you knew, he loved your teasing sometimes.

“There you go, Sarge,” you hummed, plopping down on your towel next to him and handing him the beer.

God, that nickname. You knew that calling him ‘sergeant’ during sex set him off, so you really were just being a tease. You sipped your coke, letting the cool drink relax you. Then you made a little hole in the sand to nestle the bottle into so it wouldn’t fall over and grabbed a bottle of sunscreen from a bag, rolling onto your stomach.

“Can you get my back for me?” you asked, looking over at him and holding out the bottle.

He nodded and stripped off his shirt, getting a bit hot from wearing the dark colour in the day’s heat, and taking the bottle. Now just in his boxers he moved over you, his legs on either side of you as he rested a bit of his weight on your ass, making you giggle.

His fingers made quick work of the tie that kept the back of your bathing suit together, moving the strings out of his way. He muttered a quick warning about it being cold before he squeezed the bottle and let some of the sunscreen fall onto the skin of your back.

His mind couldn’t help wandering, imagining that it was something else on your smooth skin. With a smirk, he leaned forwards and ran his hands across your back to rub in the sunscreen, his hands also doing your sides, and his fingers skimmed across the sides of your breasts which made you suck in a breath and close your eyes. You enjoyed the feeling of his hands on you, his flesh hand warm from the sun and his metal hand cold from the cooling system built into it.

“Want to go for a swim after we finish our drinks?” You suggested as Bucky tied the strings of your bathing suit back together and you propped yourself up on your elbows. He only gave a nod in response.

You rolled back onto your back as he sat on his towel and took out his book to try to distract himself. You had also brought a book so the two of you sat in silence for a while, sipping your drinks and reading. But you couldn’t get through the paragraph, you would try and then your mind would wander back over to shirtless Bucky next to you. Bucky was having the exact same problem, only flipping pages occasionally to make it seem like he was reading when his thoughts were filled with all of the things he wanted to do to you. Your voice broke him out of his trance.

“Ready to go for a swim?” You asked him, setting your book down.

He chugged the remainder of his beer and stood. “Yup,” he said.

You cleaned up your stuff a bit before you both stood. Bucky picked you up bridal style and you squealed as he ran into the water, he didn’t even seem to flinch but the waves felt cold in comparison to the warmth of the sun as they splashed against your stomach.

“Bucky!” You squealed as he squirmed. His eyes weren’t even on where you were going, they were solely on your body, watching you as you squirmed. It made your cheeks feel hot, and not just your cheeks either.

He brought you deep into the water so that it was up to his shoulders, so you decided to wrap your legs around his waist and his arms around his neck as he tried to put you down. He smiled and pressed a kiss onto your lips which you happily returned, then you felt the pads of his flesh fingers running up your leg and fiddling with the strings that held your bikini bottoms on.

“Hey, watch the fingers, Buck,” you murmured, breaking the kiss but not moving away, your lips brushing against his with every word and it was driving him crazy.

“I know exactly what I’m doing with my fingers, do you have any idea how good you look in that swimsuit?” He replied, his voice soft and seeming to drop an octave which made your brain malfunction for a second.

“I don’t wanna get some kind of weird fish infection,” you mumbled weakly, though you were seconds away from letting Bucky do whatever the hell he wanted to you.

His hand was removed from where the string was and you almost let out a whine of disappointment. Instead his hands cupped your ass as he looked around. He spotted something behind you and a smirk came across his devilishly handsome face.

He started to walk through the water as normally as if he were walking on land, you twisted in his arms and saw he was leading you over to a formation of rocks. He passed by it and suddenly you were blocked from the sight of the beach. He picked you up and placed you on one of the rocks, the water was more shallow here, only reaching to about his knees now, but you couldn’t touch it, it was like he had set you on a table.

“Buck, we can’t keep an eye on our stuff from over…” your words were cut off with a gasp.

He had placed both hands on either side of you on the rock and leaned down, grabbing the string of your bottoms with his teeth and pulling until they fell off of you. He caught them before they could float away and shoved them into his pocket.

“Gonna have to keep quiet for me doll,” he murmured, his breath hot against your sensitive core, making you even more wet.

You merely whined and nodded, eyes wide as you watched him press kisses onto your thigh, trailing towards your aching pussy, already dripping wet from him and not from the ocean.

“Use your words, pretty girl, are you going to be quiet for me?” he murmured, lips brushing against your pussy but not enough to satisfy you.

“Yes, sir,” you nodded, knowing it would be nearly impossible with the skills Bucky possessed.

He smirked. “Good girl.”

He dove into you, his tongue running up your slit a few times to taste your wetness before plunging into your hole. The only thing you could do in response to his magnificent assault was let out pathetic little whines, knowing to keep your legs open for him.

Suddenly, his tongue was being removed and two of his fingers were pushing into you, his tongue moving instead to work over your clit. Your body reacted immediately, you set one hand behind you to steady yourself as you leaned back, with your other you tangled your fingers into his dark hair. Before your legs threatened to close you felt a cold metal hand on the inside of your thigh, making you sigh in almost relief.

His fingers curved inside of you, brushing against your sweet spot which made you moan out loudly. He sent you a glare and, much to your dismay, removed his lips from around your clit. “Quiet, baby, or you won’t get to cum,” he warned.

You nodded weakly and pulled on his hair to direct him back to your clit, he chuckled and returned dutifully, his fingers moving inside of you as he worshipped your clit. Soon your hips were bucking against his face and you were letting out little whines and moans of pleasepleasepleaseplease before you bit down on your lip and moaned as quietly as you could, cumming for him, squeezing his fingers and rocking your hips against his face.

He worked you through it before pulling back and admiring how you looked, your chest heaving as you came down from your high. There was only one problem. He reached up and undid your bathing suit top, pulling it off and tossing it somewhere onto the rock, be would get it later.

“You’re so pretty, doll,” he murmured, his hands raising to cup your breasts, playing with them as his lips captured yours in a hungry kiss. Then suddenly he pulled away and climbed up onto the rock with you, laying you down. You were glad the rock was smooth, it wasn’t the most comfortable, but for Bucky you didn’t mind at all.

“Ready to take my cock, baby?” He asked with a smirk, getting between your legs which you spread for him.

You nodded eagerly. “I need you, sergeant,” you said, batting your eyelashes up at you with innocence you couldn’t possibly possess.

He immediately leant down and kissed you, pushing into you with a thrust that made your body jolt, he was big, and thick, it normally took you a second to adjust to him but he wasn’t waiting, being called sergeant always made him go feral for you.

You moaned, arching your back off of the rocks beneath you as he thrust into you with a pace only a super soldier could achieve. You were still feeling sensitive from your previous orgasm, and you could already feel the coil in your stomach tightening.

His lips broke off from yours and trailed down your neck. He left open mouthed kisses on the skin, occasionally running his teeth over an area and then soothing it with his tongue. You knew the skin would be littered with hickies but you didn’t care. Your brain was too foggy to even think about anything other than how good he was fucking you.

“I-I’m gonna cum,” you announced in a breathless voice.

Bucky smirked and brought a hand to your breast to play with your nipple, pinching and rolling the bud between his fingers. You cried out and came all over his thick cock, but he didn’t let up the pace at all.

“That’s right princess, take it, you’re such a good girl,” he murmured against your neck. The harshness of his thrusts and his assault on your tits compared to the sweet words he whispered into your ear was giving you whiplash.

“You’re so pretty for me, ‘specially when you cum, so I need you to do it one more time. Be a good girl, can you do that?” He asked, squeezing your breast to punctuate his question.

You nodded, taking a moment to try to compose yourself enough to give a response. “Y-Yes, Sergeant,” you agreed, letting your head rest on the rock as his lips continued to travel over your hand.

His lips weren’t the only things travelling, the hand previously on your breast was travelling down your torso and he started to rub quick, tight circles around your clit, making you cry out. Neither of you cared anymore how loud you were.

“God you even sound so pretty for me, peach, you’re such a good girl for me,” Bucky praised, speeding up his thrusts as they became erratic.

You whined and bucked up your hips as your third orgasm hit you like a tidal wave, your legs shaking. Bucky buried himself deep inside of you and came as well, moaning against your neck.

You both rode out your highs, you were completely out of breath but Bucky hadn’t even broken a sweat, just staring at you with a grin as he took in your form, dripping with a mixture of water from the ocean and sweat. He kissed your forehead, and while you were too blissed out to speak, he wasn’t.

“We should come to the beach more often.”

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