#winter solider drabble

[sunskisser]

bucky barnes who doesn’t trust unless it comes to you. whose eyes soften at the sight of you, because his heart knows that it’s okay to let his guard down. he believed the world always had its claws out to get him, until he fell straight into your gentle arms. he tells you the word love meant nothing to him until you came along.

bucky barnes who would live for you. the winter soldier would kill for anyone, the white wolf would die for anyone, but bucky would live for you. he’s never believed in fate, but if it wasn't destiny that brought you to him, he doesn’t know what it was. he thinks maybe it was all worth it, the trauma and the scars and the pain, if it all lead up to the moment when you told him i love you.

bucky barnes who searches for you even in nightmares, screams your name till his lungs burn with self-hatred. you’re his safe space, his home. he’s drawn back to wakefulness as soon as he feels your touch, the gentleness of your breath on his skin like an aching balm to his wounds. he’ll never stop apologising for the burden that comes with his affection, yet he won’t ever stop loving you.

bucky barnes who thinks of hurting you as no less than a sin. who believes even pulling out a single strand of your hair is a hundred times worse than every murder committed as the winter soldier. because what’s a few dozen people in comparison to his whole universe?

bucky barnes who wakes up a little earlier in the morning; not to see the sun rise, but to watch the soft rays dapple your face. he thinks you look angelic, the golden hue painting you in so much beauty that he feels blessed; wonders if he ought to start praying to gods he never once believed in.

bucky barnes who tells you he loves you more times than he can count. whose voice is hardened from years of tortured, ragged cries; but the word doll tumbles out of his lips like soft petals when he looks at you. he knows seven different tongues, and is fluent in every single one. he claims that none of them have the words to describe how you make him feel.

bucky barnes who kisses like a hungry dog, like there’s an ache in his soul that can only be filled by the feeling of your lips on his, skin to skin. he believes the sole purpose of his metal arm is to pin you to the wall. roughness is the only form of love he’s ever known.

bucky barnes who buys you everything you talk about in passing, who takes you out wherever your heart yearns to go, who kisses your knuckles with the softest touch of his lips. he inhales when you exhale at night to make space for the rise of your chest. he only ever holds your hand with his non-metal one so as to not hurt you. he traces your features while you sleep. he loves you with the full force of the word, because you’re his girl.

bucky barnes who could never unlove you, would never want to. even if the strings of his soul were tied to another, he would cut them off and run straight to you.

[tuiccim]

We're Gonna Burn

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Word Count: 3K

Warnings: Smut, Sex Pollen, Non/DubCon (because sex pollen), enemies to lovers.

Summary: When an exposure to a strange powder makes you feel as if you're burning to death, your only relief is in the person you hate the most.

A/N: Special thanks to my beta reader @whisperlullaby

We're Gonna Burn Masterlist

“What the hell was that, Barnes?” You practically yell as you push open the front door of the safe house you’d been directed to. 

“I don’t know! I’ve never seen anything like it. God, the smell!” He shakes his head.

“It’s burned into my nostrils. All I can smell is that sweet flower smell. You’ve never seen that pink powder?” You throw your things to the floor, looking around the small, remote house. 

“No, I’d tell you if I did, damnit! Why do you keep asking?” Bucky growls. 

“You’re not the most forthcoming person! Shit, I think you’ve spoken more in the last two minutes than in the three months I’ve known you! Jesus, fuck, I’ve gotta get rid of this smell. I’m so fucking hot,” your voice gets smaller as you speak. You can’t think straight but head towards the bathroom, unzipping your tac suit and pulling it from your arms as you go. You slam the door and lock it. You turn the cold water on full blast and nearly fall over in your haste to get your suit off. The frigid spray helps for a few moments and you revel in it, but soon another type of heat begins to take over. Your clit throbs and when you place your hand between your legs, your wetness coats your fingers. The shower stops bringing relief and instead, the water coursing down your body seems to only make you hornier. You give in to the need that takes hold and circle your clit. It feels amazing and it takes only a couple of minutes for your orgasm to break over you. You  bite your lip to hold in the moans, not wanting the asshat on the other side of the door to hear you. 

Your body has a moment of relief but then the heat builds again, even quicker this time. You dip your fingers inside of you in a desperate attempt to stop it. The second orgasm you managed to pull did little to help your body and your fingers keep working furiously to bring another in hope of relief. Your moans are spilling from your lips without a care now. You just need to get this to stop. You’re disturbed when the door rattles and a fist bangs loudly. 

“Open the door! I need to get in there,” Bucky bellows. 

You wanted to scream at him to go away but you could barely form words. You hated the stupid supersoldier from the moment you met him. He questioned your every turn. Whether it was about your skill, experience, or motives. He never lets you get through a single conversation without making you feel like a lesser part of the team. 

“Goddamnit, let me in!” He yells more loudly. 

Nothing your hand was doing was helping any longer. You couldn’t think straight and, before you can make a move or form a thought, the door splinters open from a kick. A very naked Bucky comes through the door and your eyes widen as you see his cock standing at attention. He steps into the spray of the cold shower and growls. His hand works his cock furiously while his other rests on the tiles. His head falls forward as he lets the cold water fall down his back. You stand behind him, your hand still between your legs. 

“Fuck, what’s happening to us?” you whimper as you lean your feverish forehead onto his back. The cool water does nothing to help but where your skin touches his tingles with relief. Abandoning all pride, you press your entire body to his and the fever seems to cool wherever you touch but your clit throbs even harder. Your cunt weeps, begging for attention.You rub yourself against him, your nipples pebbling at the contact with his back. 

With a growl, Bucky turns around and you quickly back up to press your back against the wall of the shower. He stares at you, breathing hard. 

“I’m sorry,” you mumble in your haze, “I don’t know what’s happening. I’m so hot and-” 

You gasp as Bucky bends down, grabs your legs, and drags you up the tiles. You squeal and reach for any handhold as he puts your legs over his shoulders and attacks your clit with his tongue. 

“Oh, fuck!” You scream as one hand lands on the ceiling to help you balance and the other buries in his hair. His tongue swirls over your clit expertly. His hands squeeze your ass as he gorges himself on you. It doesn’t take long for you to buck your hips as you come all over his face. As he sets you down, you squeeze your thighs together but your body simply screams that it wants more. You stare at each other, breathing heavily. “It’s not working. Nothing helps,” you whimper, tears forming. It’s obvious by watching him that this is affecting him almost as much as you. His supersoldier serum must be helping him but he was burning just the same. 

Bucky sighs as he steps closer to you. He presses his forehead to yours with his eyes closed and whispers, “I think there’s only one thing that’s going to help.”

You put your arms around his neck, “Just do it!” You wrap a leg around his to encourage him and he lifts you up. He presses your back into the wall as he lines himself up with your entrance. He paused there for a second as if he was fighting himself. “Please, Barnes, please! I need it!” You can’t believe you’re begging the man you hate to fuck you but your body was demanding it and if he didn’t you were sure you would burn to death. If you had been thinking straight, you would probably prefer to burn but, at this moment, you wanted nothing more than to be filled. 

“Goddamnit,” he whispers as he presses in. Your body bows with pleasure. 

“Yes! Yes!” Your voice reverberates off the tile walls as you shout with relief. He begins to pump and your body trembles with each motion of his cock. He grabs your ass as he pounds into you and you know he’s as lost in the meeting of your bodies as you are. Your cunt flutters around him, pulling him in, begging for him to come inside of you. Your rational mind has gone completely silent and you are filled with only carnal lust. Every motion of his hips takes you higher and it’s all you want. “Don’t stop,” you grip his shoulders harder. 

“Fuck,” Bucky grunts. He couldn’t stop if he wanted to and, truth was, this was the best thing he’d felt in a long time.

“Oh, God, oh, God, I’m- yes!” You release a long, high-pitched moan as you come. Your pussy grips his cock as his hips stutter. He comes with a long moan that makes you clench around him more firmly. You stay there for a few moments, catching your breath, and blessedly your body finally starts to cool. You release your legs from around his waist and he gently sets you down. You can’t look at him and instead maneuver yourself back under the cold spray. You rinse off quickly and step out of the shower. Wrapping yourself in a towel, you exit the bathroom to find your pack and some clothes. While you rifle through your pack, you feel your temperature creeping up again and then you double over from the intense wave that rolls over you. “No, no, not again,” you whisper to yourself. You look over to the broken bathroom door where Bucky still is and consider your options. Sex had given you the relief you needed but it was short lived. Your mind runs amuck with questions. What the hell was that powder? What was it doing to you? How long would this last? How many times would it take to stop this heat from trying to burn you alive? Was sex really the only relief you would find? Another pang hit and knocked the breath from your body. You were gasping in pain when an arm picked you up around your middle. 

He was still wet from the shower and hadn’t bothered to dry off. The pains had hit him and he went to the only place he knew he could find relief. He carried you to the small bed in the house and set you down on your hands and knees. He grips your hips tightly and pauses for a moment as another rush of heat spreads over him, “I need-”

“Just do it,” your words come out in a rush, pressing back into him. 

He enters you without preamble. Pulling you back to meet each motion of his hips, his moans give evidence of the pleasure and relief that the connection brings. You reach under you to play with your clit, trying to bring your orgasm on more quickly. Each of Bucky’s swift thrusts has you crying out with pleasure and he moves your hand away to bring you to orgasm himself. He wanted to feel you clench around him as you had before. 

“Oh, fuck, just like that,” you whine, “Just like that, don’t- don’t stop, oh, fuck.”

Bucky moans as he feels your cunt flutter around his cock with your orgasm. The sounds you release are a hit straight to his cock and he comes hard, thrusting with each spurt into you. Breathing heavily, you both collapse on the bed. You lay on your side facing away from him while taking stock of your body. The relief you felt with your orgasm was short lived as heat began to build again after only a few minutes. 

You feel like crying as your body radiates waves of heat. You turn over to face Bucky. He is lying on his back, his metal arm slung over his eyes, and his right hand fisting his hard cock. You make your decision quickly. Pulling his hand away, you straddle him and guide his cock inside of you. You move your hips slowly, hoping that perhaps if you stretched out the sex, it would keep the pain at bay longer. His hands grip your thighs as you rock slowly, his head is thrown back with eyes tightly closed. You looked at him for a moment and still couldn't believe that of all the teammates this could happen with, it had to be this asshole. When you first met him, you thought he was hot as fuck but as his personality (or lack there of) reared it’s ugly head you found him less and less attractive. Your anger at the situation grew as you rode him and you found yourself leaning forward, chasing your orgasm to just get this over with. 

“Oh, fuck,” Bucky bucks up into you, causing you to cry out. He repeats the motion over and over again until your body spasms around him. He comes with a grunt as he watches your face contort with pleasure. You collapse on his chest without looking at him. You wondered if keeping your bodies connected would keep the heat from returning. 

“Are you okay?” Bucky asks softly. 

You sigh weakly as you felt the now familiar warmth beginning to spread, “I was hoping…” You let out a frustrated grunt, “I was hoping if we stayed touching it would be enough. But it’s starting again.”

“Yeah, me, too,” Bucky acknowledges his own heat building. “It’s gonna be okay.”

“You don’t know that. You can’t know that,” you grouse.

“I think… I think this might be a pheromone or something Hydra created to force procreation. I heard of the experiments but they abandoned it when it didn’t produce the results they wanted.”

“Which was?” You ask as your hips make slow circles. You can feel his cock quickly hardening inside of you. 

“Naturally born supersoldiers,” Bucky strains out the words. 

“So, we’re gonna have sex until we die or what?”

“Usually wore off in a few hours but until then…” he trails off as he gots lost in the sensations. 

“Fuck,” you groan, partially out of frustration, partially from the pleasure his thick cock was producing. 

“Basically,” Bucky says and you surprise yourself by laughing at the droll comment. You are even more surprised a second later when Bucky rolls you under him. He buries his face in your neck as he pulls your leg up higher and thrusts. You throw your head back as the pleasure begins to build again. 

“Harder,” you whimper. 

Bucky complies immediately and you whimper with each stroke. Grabbing onto him, you get lost in the feeling of his cock pounding into you sharply. You were glad that he at least was decent at this. Or was it that whatever the damn contaminant was made everything feel amazing? You were getting close with the steady way he fucked you and words started to pour out of your mouth. You were usually quite vocal in bed but hadn’t wanted to give Bucky the satisfaction. Now, you couldn’t stop yourself. 

“Oh, god, it’s so good. Don’t stop, right there. It’s so fucking good. Oh, fuck, fuck, I’m gonna- fuck!” You let out a loud moan as you come hard and Bucky’s hips work even faster as he nears his own end. When he comes on a broken cry, your body revels in the feeling of him emptying himself in you.

The rational side of your brain sounded far away but was still screaming at the situation. In a moment of it managing to take hold, you push Bucky off of you and roll away from him. Breathing heavily, you pray that this is over. Surely, this was enough to satisfy anything. You will yourself to stay cool, to not allow the heat to return, to hold onto any shred of sanity you can find, but despite it all, the heat built again. You felt like screaming but you knew that nothing you did would help. You turn back to Bucky and say frustratedly, “Ready for another round?” You can’t meet his eyes but you knew neither of you could handle the pain and heat. You needed each other. 

Bucky turns to you, “Hey.” He waits, wanting you to look him in the eyes but you just stare at his chest. “Hey.”

“What?” You say waspishly, still refusing to meet his gaze.

“Never mind,” he says as he grabs you and pulls your back against his chest. His cock nudges you from behind and you maneuver your hips to allow him entry. His thrusts are quick and sharp but his fingers on your clit are pure magic. He’s learned your body quickly but instead of leading you straight to orgasm this time, he works you to the precipice and then backs off repeatedly. You understood what he was trying to do. He was trying to prolong the sex in hopes of not having to come inside you any more than he already had but it was as if your body only got angrier with each denial. 

“It’s not working! Just let me come!” You finally cry out, your frustration having reached its breaking point.

“Say it,” Bucky growls.

You wrack your muddled brain trying to grasp what he wants and latch on to the only word you can find, “Please!”

“No, say my name.”

You would normally reel angrily at a command from him but the effects this powder had on you makes you compliant from need. You stutter as your tongue tries to cooperate, “B- Barnes.”

“No,” he says darkly, “Say it.”

“Bucky,” you grind the word out through your teeth. You had never once called him that. It had always been some variant of his last name. You felt even more vulnerable now.

Bucky doesn’t utter a word but he moves his hips faster and his fingers do their job. When you finally come, your whole body spasms and you scream. The sound was foreign to your ears but the orgasm just kept going. You fluttered around Bucky’s cock, milking him of cum. You stay in that position for the next two rounds of sex. Then you got on top again to give Bucky a break but this time you faced away from him. You couldn’t look at him. When you had rode him to two orgasms and yourself to utter exhaustion, he turned you on your stomach to fuck you again. You lost count of the number of times you had sex. More orgasms than you’d ever had in your life were accomplished and you didn’t have any clue how many times he came. You fucked until you both passed out. 

Waking up fourteen hours later, you felt as if you had the worst hangover you’d ever experienced. You glance at the spot Bucky had been in but he was gone. On the table by the bed was a couple of bottles of water, a protein bar, and a bottle of pain reliever. You raised your eyebrow at the items but just shrugged as you tore into all of them. You notice your pack is by the bed and you get up to put clothes on. The first thing you notice is the soreness between your legs but really your whole body hurts. You listen for a moment but don’t hear anything in the house. Peeking out the door, you see the empty living room and slip into the bathroom. You shower quickly, trying not to remember what happened in the small space just yesterday. 

You jump when a knock sounds while you are dressing. You call out, “Yes?”

“Exfil will be here in five minutes,” Bucky says through the broken door. 

“I’ll be right out,” you say. Your stomach is in knots. You can’t imagine facing him after everything. Would he act like nothing happened or gloat like the asshole he is? You wonder if you will ever be able to look him in the face again. You look at yourself, surprised that you still look the same as you did yesterday because you know you’ll never be the same again. But you didn’t have time to dwell on that. Now, you had a jet to catch.

Part 2

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[cheriebrat]

Bucky gently wiping his girl’s never ending tears as she tries to apologize for trying to escape a third time, promising him she’ll never do it again only for him to chain her back up for the rest of the night but he knows that she’ll be his perfect little Stockholm princess in no time, especially when the winter soldier is there to help sort her out💞

fuckkkkkk.

warnings; fem!reader, kidnapping, early stages of stockholm syndrome, soft but manipulative bucky, mentions of the winter soldier coming out to play (😏), (perhaps opportunity for an au here!!!)

Your cheeks are glossy with the seemingly never ending wave of tears that portend their descent over your flushed cheeks. Your pulse thrums against your neck, skittering like a nervous doe when Bucky's thumb slides over the tender spot beneath your jaw. His amorous touch only serves to have you sobbing harder, tearing at the loose fitting tee that hangs around your neck as though the fabric is suffocating you.

"Shh, shh," Bucky coos, a thumb coasting the length of your waterline – a futile attempt to plug your tear ducts and slow the second onslaught of frantic tears. "Take it easy."

"I'm sorry," you wail. "I'm sorry. Shouldn't have done it."

Your breath comes in wheezing pants, voice petering out into a whisper as terror's icy grip clamps around your throat and you start to sob in earnest. Bucky sighs, scooping you up tight against his chest and pressing a chaste peck to your sweat-slick temple.

You thrash and cant away from the touch, your body poised tightly and waiting for the punishing blow that is no doubt on its way. His arms tighten over your frame, biceps bulging with the effort it's taking to keep you from squirming out of his grip.

"I'm not gonna hurt you, baby. Stop," he growls, his voice a harsh, grating bite against your fragile ears. Bucky's cadence had come out crueller than he would have liked, and he pets your hair in an effort to dissuade you from panicking beneath his firm grasp.

"Please, I won't do it again. You have to believe me, I'll never do it again," you snivel, bowing your head low until your features are obscured.

"You said that last time, sweetheart," he murmurs. "You can't keep doin' this. I don't know what I'd do without you."

Bile crawls up your throat, hot and fast. Your chest burns.

"I feel sick."

"I know." He pulls the hair back from your balmy cheeks as you start to retch and heave, sobs still clawing from your chest all the while. You know what comes next, as does he.

"Please don't- don't put me down there. Please, I'm sorry."

"Do you need me to let Winter out, hm? You want him to take you down there, or me?"

You go stock still. Everything slows, Bucky's voice sticking to your ears like syrup. "No, no. I'll be good, I'm sorry," you croak, lips filling with air as you suppress another retch.

The mere mention of the soldier is enough to halt every ounce of defiance in your body. Winter is far less forgiving than Bucky, and you're not willing to take your chances.

Not tonight.

"There's my good girl," he murmurs, smearing a sticky kiss along your cheekbone. "You stay down there tonight and be good for me, and we'll do something nice tomorrow, how about that?" he bargains. "I'll let you pick a movie to watch, and you can sleep in bed with me for as long as you want, yeah?"

You sag like dead weight against Bucky's chest, seeping up the warmth of the skin-on-skin contact while you still have the chance. You're in for a very long - very cold - night.

"Please don't do this to me," you whisper. Desperation clings to your every syllable, weighs down every word you speak until your voice is thick with tears.

"You know I have to, sweetheart."

His kindness makes it worse, you think. If he was cruel, if he didn't show you this... softness, maybe you could find it in yourself to hate him.

But the way he lets you cling to him, kisses the top of your head as he delivers your punishment, murmuring soft, adoring affirmations all the while... You just can't.

And you know when he lets you out in the morning, you'll be good for him. You'll accept him, in his entirety. You'll let him kiss you and tuck you into his side like you've always been there. You'll let him love you.

Maybe you can learn to love him, too.

Bucky knows you can. He just has to give it time.

[tom-whore-dleston]

Bed Chem

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x f. reader

Word Count: 541

This fic contains: smut, pwp, fwb dynamic, spanking, lingerie, Bucky has different sides in bed, light choking, hair pulling

Summary: Being fwb with Bucky has amazing benefits.

Notes: look, after the release of the teaser trailer of Thunderbolts*, I’ve been feral for Bucky okay 🫣 I couldn’t think of a good title for this fic so I settled for my fave Sabrina Carpenter song lol This is my submission for @flashfictionfridayofficial prompt: Change in Tone.

You and Bucky had a different kind of relationship. You weren’t boyfriend and girlfriend, but you were both more than friends. For lack of a better term, you and Bucky were friends with benefits. And those benefits were the best terms you both agreed on.

Every time you had sex with Bucky, it was a different experience. Sometimes, his touches would be gentle and feather-like. Other times, his hands would be rougher and he’d grip you tighter in a possessive manner. Then, there was his voice. During his more tender moments, his voice was smooth like whiskey. On the flip side, when he was a little more aggressive with you, his voice was lower and animalistic. Bucky’s range in the bedroom taught you that sex wasn’t a performance but rather an experience. And each time you both ended speechless and satisfied.

In this current situation, you found yourself on all fours on top of Bucky’s bed wearing in a sheer lingerie one-piece. Bucky stood by the bed, admiring your backside with a smirk that you couldn’t see from your position, but could still sense. Bucky wore a crisp white shirt with the buttons done enough to get a peek of his chest hair and sculpted pecs. If you had seen how his sleeves were rolled enough to reveal his forearms, you would have melted into the bed sheets without him having to touch you.

You feel the bed creak under your hands and knees and suddenly Bucky’s bulge is right against your thigh. His fingers ghost above your spine, sending chills down to your cunt. Your breath hitched as you craved to feel his fingers down where your sensations were traveling to. All of a sudden, a hand crashes down on your ass, causing you to yelp in shock. Bucky chuckled, soothing the sting with his palm.

“Tell me what you want, darling, and I’ll give you that.” Bucky muttered, his lips dangerously close to your earlobe, his favorite part to tease.

“I want…you,” you gasped. Unfortunately, that wasn’t enough for Bucky.

“How do you want it?” His vibranium hand sensually traces the curves of your body. “Do you want it soft and sweet?” He places a kiss on the back of your shoulder, causing you to smile and bite your lip. A moment later, that same hand yanks you by the hair, pressing your back flat against his chest. “Or would you like it hard and rough?”

You were unable to conjure words. Only a broken moan left your vocal cords. Bucky’s flesh hand cupped your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze. You gulped before Bucky smashed his lips against yours with fervor. His grip on your hair tightened as his teeth grazed your bottom lip. He let go of you once you attempted to grind against his hardness.

Bucky pushed you back down on the bed, your face in the pillow and your ass waving in the air. He unleashed a feral growl as he hurriedly unbuckled his belt and pulled his pants down. The tip of his cock teased your entrance, making your voice drip with need like your pussy.

“I’ll give you what you want, darling, but I’ll give it to you how I want it.”

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[pome-seed]

Bucky Barnes with an Autistic Partner

Summary: Bucky with an autistic partner - Just a drabble

Word Count: 835

Warnings: Mention of panic attacks. Mention of sex.

18+ blog, Minors Do Not Interact.

Authors Note: Okay yes, this might be a little self indulgent because I'm autistic, but shhh. ALSO, if you want to be apart of my taglist, let me know :)

Bucky is the most understanding partner you’ve ever had. 

He is patient and kind and open. He’s always listening, always paying attention. 

Communication can be hard for him, but he makes sure to be vocal for you, just in case you have problems reading him. 

He has a little notebook he keeps in his back pocket where he writes down small things to remember. Like textures you don’t like, so he can make sure not to buy any clothing items or things for your house that will make you uncomfortable.

He writes down your little fixations, and always finds ways to make you feel seen. Maybe he’s making or finding something that relates to your current fixation. 

He also makes sure you know he’s always willing to go on the long drive to your favorite restaurant. Because sometimes food can be hard for you, textures and flavors. But he doesn’t mind.

Bucky is also always the most protective person around you. 

If anyone tries to mock you, or pressure you into something, or touch you, he steps in. 

Bucky can’t stand it. He knows how much you’ve struggled in the past with people, relationships, and just day to day experiences. Because most people aren't very understanding. Because if they don’t experience it, they don’t approve of it. So you've experienced plenty of cruelty.

So when you’re out in public and things get too loud, he makes sure no one says a thing about your headphones, whether noise cancelling, or just to play music and distract yourself. 

And when something happens? Like someone touches you, or yells, or things are just too overwhelming, he finds a way to help. He pulls you to the side, away from the crowd, and wraps you in a compression hug, trying to help you calm down.

But it’s hard, because it's just too much. Your skin is crawling and you can’t breathe. Panic swells in your chest and you don’t even know what caused it.

But Bucky doesn’t question you. He doesn’t insult you, or make you feel bad. Because that doesn’t matter to him. All he cares about is making you feel safe and calm.

So he stands there, holding you tight while you cry into his chest, your hands pressed over your ears. And when you finally begin to calm down, he guides you through breathing exercises to slow your heart rate.

His gentle hands cup your face, calloused thumbs swipe away your tears. 

“Better?” He asks, not pressuring you to move on, but just checking in. 

You nod, closing your eyes as you lean in. “I’m sorry,” you whisper, like it’s a habit to feel guilty that you are the way you are.

“Shh, don’t be, sweetheart.” He frowns.

Nothing wounds him more than the idea that you have been made to think there’s something wrong with you. Because in his eyes, you’re not wrong. You’re not different, you’re just you. 

And he loves you.

And he shows it every day.

He's also the sweetest boyfriend during sex.

He's careful, always checking in, making sure you're okay. Before you guys ever started having sex, he made sure to sit you down and talk about boundaries. It was hard for him, but he'd rather die than make you uncomfortable.

It was hard for you to talk about it, because it was a little embarrassing, but you did it. Because you want him, god, you want Bucky.

So you talked about what was off limits, and what you were interested in.

It wasn't cinematic, it wasn't like you just collapsed into each others arms and fucked until the sun rose over the horizon.

But it was better than that, because you felt safer than you ever had before. You felt seen, and cared for.

So for over two hours, he picked you apart piece by piece. He dragged you through more orgasms than you thought you could have in one sitting. He touched you, kissed you, and cared for you.

And afterwards, he didn't expect you to fall asleep in his arms. He knew you would want to clean up, so he carried you to the bathroom and let you decide if you wanted to shower alone or not.

Because whatever you decided, he would accept it with a smile.

There’s days where you wonder how you got lucky enough to be with someone like Bucky. You don’t understand how a man like him ended up with someone like you. 

But the truth is, you’re perfect for one another. Because everything he does for you, you do in your own way for him.

Because Bucky isn’t perfect either. He has hang ups. He has problems. There’s days where he goes without speaking. There's days where he just wants to be alone. 

There’s days where he just wants to hold you, but you don’t want to be touched. 

But it’s okay, because you love each other, and you’ll always find a way to be there.

A/N: I could go on forever about how I think Bucky would be the best boyfriend. Ignore this if you don't find it interesting... :)

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[multi-fandom-imagine]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐠 || 𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬 ||

A/n: Thunderbolts got me in a choke hold

It was a spur of the moment type thing, something Bucky wouldn't have said yes to if it wasn't for you and so here he was at the base of some Mountain hiking trail with a pack slung over his shoulder.

“You sure you’re up for this?” he asked, voice warm and teasing.

You rolled your eyes, feigning offense. “Are you kidding? You think just because you’re a super soldier, I can’t keep up?”

Bucky chuckled, the sound echoing through the stillness. “Never said that, doll.” He leaned closer, his gloved hand brushing against yours. “Just don’t want you passing out halfway up.”

You smirked, nudging his shoulder with yours. “Oh, I can handle it, Barnes. Can you?”

It was a long one

There was a time or two we felt like giving up

A groan left your lips as you continued to trudge up the mountain path, your feet catching over a branch, your arms flailing as Bucky quickly caught you.

"Careful, wouldn't want you to roll down the Mountain." Bucky teased though both of your breaths caught in your throat as the leaves of the tree swayed in the breeze.

But every fall and every stumble made us.Stop and see the wonder.

Grinning up at him and a new found energy you wove your fingers through his and tugged him forward to the top as a laugh escaped your lips.

With your hand in mine we pushed on towards the top

Why do people climb mountains?

Is it just to reach the top and see the view?

Bucky gave your hand a gentle squeeze, he looked you over. His heart was pounding in his chest for an entirely different reason. It did not matter for all the rocks he stumbled over, for every river you'd stop and look over, for every sore he get's on his feet or any splinter on his hand, he'd climb every mountain with you.

Well I'll tell you something

Every rock and every river

Every sore and every splinter

I would climb every mountain with you

It was the thunder that started to roll in that drew both of your attention and thankfully you both managed to slip under a small gazebo until it started to pour.

Well the clouds rolled in

There was lightning there was thunder there was rain

As we hid beneath our shelter,All the doubts that we had felt.

Came pouring in as a flood we had to face.

Biting your lip, you two watched the rain as a light giggle escaped your lips as you stretched your hand out feeling it patter against your skin then soon you darted out from under the shelter as you started to dance, Bucky not farm from behind you as you both swayed in the rain.

Then came the sunshine

The clouds rolled back and color filled the earth

And the rain had brought the flowers

You could sit and stare for hours

And the toil and the struggle showed its worth

Bubbles of laughter were still leaving your lips as you and Bucky ran up the Mountain path and then came the sunshine, the cloud's rolling back as warmth enveloped your skin.

Bright flowers blooming on the path the higher you both got to the peak. Hearts pounding as Bucky bent down picking wild flowers when you finally reached the top.

"It's beautiful." You whispered.

"Ya, you are." Bucky smiled as he placed the wild flowers in your hair. He then cupped your cheek letting his thumb graze the skin as he pulled you in for another dance across the soft grass.

Your laughter and his ringing through out the Mountain top.

We climbed a mountain

And I picked wildflowers and put 'em in her hair

And at the top we found a meadow

And danced barefoot in the grass

And I'm not lying there were bluebirds in the air

[leopar6eyes]

ngh i mean ugh…

credit: buckysvs

[bucks-metal-arm19]

Okay, but Bucky discovering you in the shower with one of your hands between your thighs and one hand tweaking and pinching and pulling at your nipples. He’s super-serum silent so you don’t hear him or see him until his frame is lurking behind the foggy glass of your shower wall.

He was supposed to be on a mission for another two days and you were getting needy. Phone calls and bullet vibrators only work so well when you’re used to being stuffed full of his thick cock. In every position and any location you can dream up. So the squeak of surprise when his stormy eyes met yours was genuine, as was your gasp when he walked into the shower stall, fully dressed. Black tshirt clinging to his chest in the damp moisture of the spray and tac pants barely stitched together around his strong, muscular thighs.

He wasn’t mad, per se. But you were playing with his pussy and there had to be consequences. Only he got the honor to pull orgasms from you, only he got to hear those pretty moans and whines fall from your lips. They’re his. You are his.

“Spread your legs, doll.” He rasps out, eyes never leaving yours as he reaches for the detachable shower head spraying above you.

“B-Bucky, I was j-just…” you tried to explain but the growl in his chest sparked you into gear and you leaned your back against the built-in bench and spread your thighs. Baring yourself to him.

“Just playing with something that isn’t yours to play with.” He finished for you, changing the dial to ‘pulse’ before testing the pressure against his flesh palm.

“I just…” your words caught in your throat when he immediately turned the shower head towards your already sensitive, leaky cunt and pulsing clit. Your back arched and you cried out, nerves and arousal causing your eyes to close and your toes to curl.

“Actions have consequences, kitten.”

[blues-stories]

ThunderBolts Bucky 100% steals your pre-workout in the tower even though he insists that the cherry limeade stuff is nasty and unnecessary.

Note: This is definitely self-indulgent sense I too love the cherry Limeade one and I know damn well the gym bro’s I see love that shit too

- At first you were none the wiser and just assumed that maybe you were going through more than you realized. You were still human and had recently went up a scoop so you could keep up with your Mutated and Super soldier Co-workers.

- It isn’t until you start having to by a new container after only two weeks that you realize SOMEONES been dipping in, prompting your own little investigation. Walker? He only uses that fancy stuff that tastes like ground up caviar. Ava? She doesn’t like fruity flavors and insists on using a brownie flavored one (It does NOT taste like any brownie you’ve had.). Yelena and Alexi? They raw dog their workouts and it terrifies you. Bob? Bob avoids anything full of caffeine or sugar because it makes it harder to control his powers.

- All that left was Bucky.

- This lead to your own little experiment in which you pour out his nasty Protein/Pre-WorkOut powder and instead replace it with Pure. Raw. Sugar. Two weeks go By and so far you have yet to hear any mention of the altered Powder, nor have you noticed any missing since you’ve done it…Until the whole tower finds out a few days later.

- Cut to Bob being the poor soul to wander into the kitchen bright and early at 6AM only to stop in the door way as he sees Bucky- brows drawn together and white powder all over his shirt and the floor, Holding you by the back of your shirt with his metal hand off the ground, arguing quite loudly with each other as you dangle helplessly.

“You put sugar in My container!?”

“YOUVE BEEN STEALING MINE-“

- Bob is literally mortified and confused as he stands there trying to decide if it was worth Facing Bucky’s wraith to say you from your air jail. The rest of the team come down due to the noise and pictures are quickly taken before the team practically has to pry you two apart.

- Safe to say that now Bucky buys the Extra large Container of the “Nasty” Cherry limeade pre workout and no one dares to say anything about it as you two share from the container (Begrudgingly)

[sosa2imagines]

Random thought: Bucky has alters e.g. WS, White Wolf, Buck even!

Bucky, is a man of many layers.

Bucky had two distinct alters, the ruthless Winter Soldier and the calm, strategic White Wolf.

Each will have their own way of dealing with the world, and each will have their own way of dealing with the special person in their lives.

Living with Bucky is to embrace his alters too. The Winter Soldier and the White Wolf are integral parts of who he is.

Both the Winter Soldier and the White Wolf have their unique ways of being with you.

The Winter Soldier’s protective nature and quiet strength provided a sense of security, while the White Wolf’s calm and nurturing presence brought peace and harmony. Together, they made your home a place of safety, love, and balance.

The Winter Solider is more protective and vigilant.

The white wolf is more relaxed, more at ease.

No matter which persona was present, one thing remained constant- Bucky’s love for you.

There will be days when the alters clash with each other. And you'll have to be the peacemaker and remind them of Bucky.

Bucky will need your biggest support.

Bucky will feel like he's two different persons at the same time.

He will desperately try to find a balance.

You'll have to assure him, that he is not alone.

Slowly but surely, Bucky will start to embrace both the Winter Soldier and the White Wolf, understanding that they were both parts of who he was.

And in the process, he discovers that he was capable of so much more than he had ever imagined.

[lanabuckybarnes]

Y/N struggling to open a bottle: fuck…

Winter Soldier watching from across the island.

Y/N: can you open this please?

Hands Winter Soldier the bottle.

Winter soldier squeezing the bottle and opening it at the same time. The bottle squirts all over his hair.

Y/N: ….

Winter soldier, soaked to the bone grabbing a knife in warning.

[testingthewatersss]

Panic Trigger warnings for PTSD and torture, wintersolider flashbacks etc.(&bad russain) Bucky Barnes x F Reader (ft. Steve Rodgers) Oneshot 3550 words Angst, comfort. 18+ MDNI The first time a Code White is called is also the last.

The siren that has been splitting the air in the tower is quieter, here. In the common room, with the thick white carpets and furniture to muffle the sound.

Steve is frantic. He’s frozen in position, breathing shallow as his brain fights to come up with any way to respond to the situation he’s facing.

He’s facing Bucky.

Bucky, who, until 2 minutes ago had been doing just fine.

But now he’s not fine, now he’s hysterical.

FRIDAY had set off the code white alarms, helpfully alerting the other residents that something wasn’t right, and all Steve had been able to do is back pace, horror in his eyes as he’d watched the infamous Winter Solider curl up into a ball on the floor.

“Lets cut that noise”

Y/N’s instruction has an instant effect. The shrill ringing is gone as quickly as it’d started.

The door locks behind her with a dull click, and now she’s pacing towards the scene.

Unlike Steve, she doesn’t look afraid at all.

If anything, she looks curious.

“Hey boys” she greets mildly, coming up on Steve’s flank, “What’s goin’ on in here?”

“We” Steve gulps, trying to gather himself, “We were just talking and then…”

“And then?”

He blinks at her prompting, mouth suddenly dry.

“He started freakin' out- speakin' Russain” he explains, looking urgently at the man on the floor, “and then- I- I don’t know what happened, he just—“

Y/N tilts her head.

“He didn’t collapse or anything” he says, “He just—“

“Sat down on the ground?”

He’s hardly sitting, but he doesn’t know think there’d be another way of explaining the situation without making him feel sick.

He nods, and so does she.

She looks understanding, now, rather than curious.

“Hey, Buck” she calls, taking a slow step towards him, “You doin' okay?”

He doesn’t respond. He doesn’t look at her. He just stays still, burying his face in his knees, arms looped protectively across his brow.

“Y/N” Steve cautions, “I don’t know if he can hear us”

“Sure he can” she replies, almost with humour, “even if what your thinkin’ is right— which I don’t think it is, by the way — Do you think he magically goes deaf?”

He blinks at her dumbly, brain working overtime.

That does sound a little ridiculous, but he’s not an expert on the effects of brain washing, so he decides to forgive himself for that, at least.

“You said he started speaking Russian” Y/N says, “That’s why you called a code white?”

Steve nods, guilt stirring inside of his chest.

Was I wrong? he thinks, did I make this worse?

“Lets try this, then” she says, taking a smaller step closer, “Baki, chto sluchilos’?”

The russian words pour easily from her lips. Steve blinks again, thinking about how strangely soft she’s managed to make them sound. He’s always thought the language was harsh, but her voice is gentle, even now.

Bucky seems to notice her question this time. Although he doesn’t move as much as he flinches in response to her words.

“What were you talking about?” She asks suddenly, head snapping back to Steve, “Before he swapped languages.”

His brow furrows, arms over his chest as he thinks back.

“I…” he says, “I’m not sure exactly… nothing serious, I mean, just— stuff”

“Stuff?”

“Yeah” he agrees, “Childhood stuff, yeah- Yeah that was it— He asked me if I remembered something, a store where he used to work on Tuesdays— and then we were talkin’ about the guy who owned it, and about how he used to go crazy at us for trailin’ mud into the front of the shop…”

“Right” she presses, “and then?”

“And then” Steve sighs, frustrated, “Uh, I said—“

He stops. Realising exactly what he’d said.

Y/N raises her brow, urging him to continue;

“I said” he gulps, looking suddenly ashamed, “I said “I guess we were lucky that he didn’t take us outside and beat us” for half the stuff we did”

Yeah, she thinks, That’d do it.

Steve opens his mouth to apologise, but she cuts him off,

“What did he say in Russian, do you remember?”

“No” he says quickly, remorse making him dizzy, “No, I— I didn’t really get it, it was so fast, he was just, mumbling and backing away and then…”

She nods, understanding.

“Darlin', I-”

“It’s fine” she says, closing the last few steps between her and where Barnes is still hiding on the floor.

It’s not fine. Steve knows it’s not, but he doesn’t know what else to say.

“I think he said insvinte?” he offers, desperate to be helpful, to right this wrong somehow, “Or something close-”

“Izvinite” she corrects quietly, dropping to a crouch.

Her tone is soft again, and Steve can’t help but wince a heavy ball of dread hits him square in the chest.

It must mean something, then. It wasn’t just incoherent rambling,

“What does it mean?” he hears himself ask, not really wanting to know.

“Sorry” she answers, voice barely audible, “It means I’m sorry”

“Jesus christ” he mumbles, backing away towards the arm of the couch. He leans on it, not trusting his legs to hold him up as he paws at his face in despair.

Y/N reaches out carefully, letting her fingers run over the folded metal plates of Bucky’s arm, before they finally reach his hair. It’s damp by his temples. His whole body is shaking so quickly it’s almost invisible.

“Tebe ne nuzhno izvinyat'sya, dorogaya…” she whispers soothingly “…ne togda, kogda ty ne sdelal nichego plokhogo.”

You don’t have to be sorry, Sweetheart… not when you haven’t done anything wrong.

The back of his shoulders jump with a concealed sob.

He’s terrified, plain and simple and the idea of him being so scared, being so, hopelessly afraid and then being hit by a terrible, loud siren is almost too much for her to bare.

No wonder he’s trying to hide.

No wonder he’s making himself as small as possible in the furthest corner of the room.

“Hey” she soothes, hoping that he’ll respond to English now she’s touching him, “You’re okay…look at me… it’s just me, it’s okay…”

Steve watches, horror stricken as Bucky slowly edges his face up from behind the wall he’s made with his body.

His chin stays hidden behind his forearm, but his eyes are red and streaming.

Y/N shakes her head, hushing him as he starts to choke on air, suddenly feel obscenely exposed;

It’s clear from his expression that he’s too far gone. That scared doesn’t cover it anymore. She’s not fully confident that hysteria covers it, anymore.

His panicked gaze drops to the floor, and she watches as he chokes on a breath that seems to hurt him. Her head shakes, and she lets her hand fall away for a beat as she considers what might be best to say;

“Soldat” she murmurs, knowing he’ll take notice of that, “Glaza na moi”

…Solider…. eyes on me…

That does the trick.

The way his gaze snaps to hers is automatic. It’s instinctual and instant.

“Khoroshiy mal'chik” she soothes, knowing he needs her to be kind more than anything else, right now, “You’ve gotta slow your breathing down— In and out, with me now, okay?”

He blinks at the gentle Russian praise, and then he shivers.

Y/N doesn’t like using his conditioned submissive to her advantage. Not when she can help it, but he needs to stop dragging in aching bursts of air, he needs to calm down-

“In…” she instructs, “…and, out…”

He obeys instantly. Matching the rise and fall of his chest with hers even though he’s having to fight through every fibre of his body to do so.

His discomfort is obvious. She can see that he’s only following her commands because they’re commands. That it’s not a natural way for him to be breathing right now. That it’s hurting him to fight his reflexes so plainly.

“…Deep…” she whispers, trying to soften her voice again, “…Deeper, now, Soldier, and slow, you’re okay- you’re safe, right now, everything’s alright.”

Something flickers across his eyes as tears spill down his cheeks, again. Y/N tilts her head and moves her hands around to cup his jaw. He’s still half hidden, but she knows he won’t fight the contact. She smiles as she wipes her fingers across his face, and nods encouragingly as he changes his inhalation’s to match her new instructions.

Steve is watching from his perch across the room, fighting the urge to cry himself. This is torture, he thinks, though he feels guilty for the thought the second he has it. He hasn’t been tortured— He has, though and that’s why he’s curled up in a corner while Steve gets to watch. He hates the way he’s daring to feel badly. He hates this whole situation

“Can you tell me your name?”

Y/N’s voice snaps him out of his bout of self-deprecation.

He’s watching, desperately hoping for a reassuring response, for some sign that he’d been wrong after all—

“Hmmm?” she presses gently, “Teper' tvoye imya, dorogaya.”

Tell me your name now, sweetheart.

This time, her voice seems to confuse him. He draws in another wet breath before nodding a fraction.

“J-James Bu-channon B-Barnes”

She beams at him and watches his face relax a fraction when she doesn’t have an issue with his answer.

“And what’s my name?” she asks after a pause, “Teper' my govorim po-angliyski, soldat”

We’re speaking english now, Solider.

This time, he looks more nervous.

“Y/N?” he whispers uncertainly.

“Right” she agrees instantly, “Good”

That seems to settle him a fraction.

He inhales deeper, and doesn’t seem to suffer quite as much on the exhale.

“You’re safe” she promises next, swiping another set of tears away from his cheeks, “…Nothin’ bad’s coming…”

He looks at her for the first time since she’d arrived in the room, he really looks at her face, and she sees something behind his gaze give way.

“-I— I di-didn’t m-me-mean t—to d-do an-anythin— wrong” he stammers, frantically trying to tell her, “I- I’m s-sorry— I- I didn’t- I- I c-c-can't—”

“Shhhhhh” she soothes, shaking her head before leaning in to press a kiss against his brow, “We’re breathing right now” she says, smoothing his hair back, “That’s all you need to think about”

It’s a bit of a low blow, really, cutting him off like that, but she knows he’s too far gone to have a rational discussion about everything else right now. A panic attack worsened by the addition of an alarm which she’d wager had been just a touch too familiar is a whole lot of trauma to fight through at once.

He needs to focus. He needs to breathe. And she knows him well enough he won’t disobey something as close to a command as her words. Not given the circumstances.

She’s right. Just like before, his body takes over.

He reverts to mimicking her exaggerated breathing pattern and letting his eyes loose focus.

This time, she doesn’t interrupt him straight away. Not even to praise him. She just watches silently as he forces his chest to rise and fall in a mechanical rhythm that she’d curated to deliberately ease his most primal responses.

Steve paws at his eyes, pressing back his own tears now.

This is all my fault, he thinks, the reality of the situation hitting him now, There was no code white, he was just scared and I made things ten times worse—

Y/N just sits with him for a few more minutes, waiting until she notices him starting to shiver, before she reaches out to stroke his cheek again.

“Good” she whispers, affection heavy in her voice now, “That’s better, huh?”

“I-I’m t-t-trying” he stammers weakly.

“I know” she agrees, leaning in and pressing a kiss against his brow, “I know, Bucky, I know you’re doin’ good…”

He nods a fraction and that’s how she knows that he’s ready to take back control. To at least start deciding what he wants to do, again.

“Want some water?” she offers, beaming proudly when he shakes his head, “No? Okay… What do you want, huh?”

“C-can… C-can I… Can I- have… have a h-hug pl-please?”

“A hug?” she checks, “Sure… Sure you can, c’mere—”

And then, her arms are open, and Bucky feels himself moving, rocking onto his knees so that he can to cling onto her waist.

This is all he wants. He just wants to hide his face against her neck, and hold onto her and—

“Sweetheart” she murmurs, “You’re okay, it’s all okay, I promise…”

And then, he’s back to sobbing.

His adrenaline is crashing, and he feels dizzy and sick and he’s crying like a baby in her arms.

None of this feels right. He doesn’t understand how he’s ended up on the floor in the corner of the room. It’s all a blur of panic, and loud, shrill noises that always mean terrible things are coming and— and he remembers feeling useless, of not being able to be understood—

“We're sp-speaking English, now” he sniffs, “W-we’re sep-peaking, English now, I- I’m sorry I- c-couldn’t before.”

Steve’s heart breaks in his chest when he hears that. When he hears his best friend weeping and earnestly trying to convince them that he knows he’s meant to be speaking the same language as they are.

“…Shhhhh, now…” Y/N soothes, “…It’s okay… you can’t help it, it’s not your fault…”

“I- I t-tried” he bleats, upset making his Brooklyn drawl stronger somehow, “Doll, I— I tried b-but my head…”

“I know…” she promises, “…It’s alright, sweetheart— I’m sorry— I’m sorry ‘bout all that noise…”

He clings to her so tightly that her t-shirt tears under his metal thumb.

The memory of the skull splitting siren making his whole world spin for a moment;

“We won’t do that again” she promises, “I’ll get Tony to figure somethin’ out— even if there ever is a need for somethin’ like that, we can’t have it be so loud…”

“—I’ll be good-” he promises pathetically, “I- I s-swear, I— I- Please, I- I c-cant t-take that n-noise, again…”

That’s more than Steve can process. He pushes up and leaves the room in silence, hoping that the route back to his suit is deserted. He doesn’t think he can handle a run in with anyone. Not with how full his own eyes are now.

Y/N barely notices his departure. She’s too busy hushing the cowering man in her arms. Because he is cowering in her arms now. He’s shaking like a wounded stray, chest heaving with sobs.

He’s too big to hide against her, really, but some how he’s managing.

His entire face is angled downwards, obscured from view as he presses his brow into her shoulder.

All she can do is hold him. Hold him, and murmur out gentle streams of praise until he finally starts to settle down.

Until his body caves in and he drifts off into something that could almost pass for sleep.

Y/N thinks it might’ve been more convincing if his hands hadn’t stayed furled in the fabric of her top.

“C’mon, handsome” she sighs, “If you wanna’ try and get some rest we should get you a little more comfy”

She watches curiously as Bucky edges his face up, slowly revealing wide, blue eyes that look awfully sore.

His cheeks are red, and damp, and she can’t help but lean in and press a kiss against his chin starts to quiver.

“We’ll stay here” she promises him quietly, “We’ll stay right here, okay? but you can lie down—”

“W-wi-with you, right?”

Her chest aches as looks into his eyes and nods.

As she sees how terrified he still is.

“Yeah, Buck… we can lie down together, would you like that?”

He offers her a jerky little nod before sniffling sadly and averting his gaze.

She nods, too and starts to adjust her position, carefully rearranging their bodies so that she is the one curled up, with Bucky against her flank. He keeps both arms locked around her waist, and lets out a sad series of gulps as he fights the urge to tuck his legs into his chest.

It’s hard. He wants to protect himself, to bring his knees tight into his front, but he also wants to be held. To let Y/N protect him, while he really, really needs her too.

“Shhhh” she soothes, eager to ease the quiet little whimpers that are suddenly vibrating against her jaw, “Baby boy, you’re alright…”

Bucky is nuzzling into her throat, nose bumping against her temple in his not so subtle bid to earn more attention from her.

“What do you want, huh?” she asks, tone playful as she lets one hand thread through his hair, “You’re precious”

He lets his eyes close as he presses kiss against her cheek, and then another against her chin, and jaw, and the tender skin behind her ear…

“…Some fussin’?…” she guesses, stroking a line across the back of his ribs, “…We can do that… C’mere…”

She shifts again, rolling over a little more so that she can tuck him neatly between her legs. Her thighs box him in, and he folds instantly into the embrace, letting out a soft, hollow, sound of appreciation as his cheek meets her chest.

“You’re alright” she soothes, starting to stroke his back, “I know that scared you, but you’re okay… I promise”

He just clings to her tighter, screwing his eyes shut.

It did scare him. The sound, the not being able to speak English, the look on his oldest friends face—

“Hey” she inserts, feeling his back heave, “Hey, I’m here, I’m right here…”

“…He— H-e was mad…”

“He?” she asks, “You mean Steve?”

He nods, nose brushing her jaw.

“Baby, why would you think that?”

“..I…” he gulps, “..I couldn’t sp-speak english and th-then he… he started that noise..”

Her heart cracks down the middle as she puts it all together. As she pieces together the way it must’ve felt to him.

“Oh, Bucky” she whispers, “Bucky, no— It wasn’t like that”

“Will- W-will you tell him I’m sorry, d-doll?”

“No- Not when you haven’t done anythin’ to him that warrants an apology.”

He doesn’t reply to that. She assumes he stopped listening after the no.

“…Baby…” she murmurs, trying to soothe him, “…Steve isn’t angry, it wasn’t a punishment, it was the security system, that’s all…”

“It… it sounded like… it sounded like w-what t-they…”

“—I know” she cuts in, “I know it did, I’m sorry— We won’t do that again.”

This time, she doesn’t want to break the silence he settles into. It doesn’t feel as upset as the last time.

Her fingers roll across his temple, stroking his hair as he works at calming himself down. At letting his body adjust to the sudden lack of adrenaline;

and then, he’s sleeping.

His whole body is a deadweight, chest rising and falling in a natural rhythm that betrays how vulnerable he is.

Y/N feels herself relaxing too. He’s too warm and soft for her to stay tense, besides, the only thing she was trying to guard is him, and he’s not going anywhere.

That’s when she lets her mind drift back to Steve.

To her friend who’d fled the scene in horror whilst she’d been unable to comfort him.

She sighs, looking at her sleeping lover with sheer adoration. She’s glad he’s sleeping, because her own remorse is more than enough for her to deal with;

“What do we do about that, huh, Buck?”

Y/N knows he can’t answer. He does seem to smile in response to her voice though. She thinks that it’s probably a trick of the light, but, the idea of being able to make him feel better regardless of his consciousness is nice, so she doesn’t over think it.

“Baby” she whispers, “Shall I call him? Tell him to come back up, see that you’re okay?”

This time, he stirs.

He nuzzles into her, letting out a sigh.

“I’m taking that as a yes—“ she decides, knowing that she has to do something, “—Friday, get Steve up here please.”

The AI replies with a polite ‘Yes, boss’ and Y/N settles back against the wall, trying to arrange their bodies into a position that looks a little less intimate without rousing her partner.

It’s easy enough. Bucky is pliant, and all he really wants is to stay close. She realises pretty quickly that as long as he’s able to keep his arms around her, he goes along with the adjustment.

She strokes his hair to soothe him once she’s satisfied.

His face is hidden against her stomach. His legs are tucked into his own chest, again, but it seems a lot less sad now.

And then, she hears footsteps.

She looks up with a smile that almost falters when she sees the expression on Steve’s face.

He’s clearly been crying. His nose is red, cheeks blotchy, and his eyes look terribly sore.

“Come sit, you’re as bad as him” For a second it looks like he's going to fight her on it, but then, with a sigh and a bashful smile, he nods. Pacing silently towards Y/N before settling himself beside her on the ground, not bothering to speak deciding to just put his arm around her shoulders instead.

Masterlist

[silverlullabies]

Two Sides of the Same Damned Coin

Just a silly little Drabble that popped into my head. There’s no backstory to this.

By the time the rest of the team is halfway through devouring breakfast, the Soldier has drifted in from wherever he’d spent the past few hours, moving with that silent, watchful grace that made most people step out of his way without even thinking about it.

He pauses on the threshold, eyes flicking over the wreckage, to the smoldering pan, flour-spattered counter, the deliriously content Avengers, and then landing on you.

You don’t notice. You lean back against the counter, sipping your coffee, ankle crossed over the other, posture loose and utterly unconcerned by the chaos breakfast has wrought. The hair you’d sloppily knotted is falling out in soft waves. There’s a smear of batter on your jaw you haven’t wiped away. You look-

-like home, he thinks, and then immediately hates that thought so much he wants to put a bullet in it.

Across the island, Loki sits perched on a stool with the languid elegance of a cat, black hair spilling over his shoulders, green eyes fixed on the Soldier with unsettling clarity.

Their gazes lock.

It’s not a glare. It’s not even quite a challenge.

It’s recognition.

You too.

Because they know.

Two sides of the same coin; scars stitched into muscle memory, lives stolen and rewritten, centuries (or decades) of violence done in service to others. Weapons made to break nations, not to love anyone.

And both of them- gods help them- utterly undone by the same impossible woman.

The one who’s oblivious to the way they look at her, as if she might vanish if they blink.

The one who treated the Winter Soldier like a man, not a machine. Who looked at Loki and didn’t see a monster, only a creature who never learned how to be loved.

They hold that silent understanding for a moment, and maybe it should have been tense. Should have been dangerous.

But instead it feels…inevitable.

Loki tilts his head a fraction, just enough for the Soldier to see the wry, tired amusement in his expression. What are we going to do with her? the look seems to say.

The Soldier exhales, almost a laugh, and shifts his weight, mirroring the smallest edge of that unspoken surrender. Nothing.

Because whatever you are- a problem, a storm, a catastrophe- they both know neither of them will ever walk away from you willingly.

You finally notice them, glancing up over your mug. “You two look like you’re plotting something.”

Loki inclines his head. “Merely…comparing notes.”

The Soldier doesn’t answer, but he doesn’t look away, either.

Because for once, he’s not ashamed of wanting something. And that, perhaps, is the most dangerous thing of all.

[sluttygallavich]

Galladrabbles: loser, baby

This week's @galladrabbles is based on the prompt "Loser, Baby" by Hazbin Hotel courtesy of @depressedstressedlemonzest.

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Mickey sips his beer, fighting the urge to rip off his shoulder-length wig. He cannot believe Mandy talked him into coming to this bullshit. He tugs uncomfortably on his metal arm and thinks he might kill himself if he sees anyone he knows.

As if on cue, Mandy’s best friend cuts through the crowd.

“You, Mickey Milkovich, are such a fucking nerd,” Ian says wryly. Idly, Mickey wonders if he’ll be able to throw a punch wearing all this leather.

“A total loser—” Ian unzips his coat, revealing a skin-tight Captain America costume. “—just like me.”

Mickey grins.

[multi-fandom-imagine]

Day 32:-“Go on, open it.” - Bucky Barnes

Fandom: MCU

Character: Bucky Barnes

Naughty or Nice: Nice

It was a quiet Christmas, one that you've been looking forward too since it meant that you got to spend with one of the most special people in your lives.

One James Buchanan Barnes

You were nervous, but it was a good kind of nervous. You had put a lot of thought into his gift, something that would reflect the side of him he rarely showed to the world. You knew how much he struggled with the holidays—how his past often overshadowed any moments of joy—but you hoped, just maybe, this Christmas would be different.

As you sat on the couch in the apartment you shared with the man you had glanced at the small box resting in your lap, wrapped in simple but elegant paper, a soft green ribbon tied neatly around it. Ace, your Siberian Husky, laid at your feet, his tail wagging slightly as he watched Bucky enter the room.

Bucky stood in the doorway for a moment, looking around the cozy room, his lips twitching lightly from how you decorated it. It brought him some semblance of peace.

Your eyes lit up the moment you saw him, your smile so wide it almost made the room feel warmer. “Go on, open it,” you said eagerly, holding the small box out to him. You were practically vibrating from excitement.

Bucky hesitated for a brief moment. He wasn’t great at receiving gifts,he’d never really had many over the years—but the way you looked at him, so excited and full of hope, made him soften. He took the box carefully, his fingers brushing yours for just a second before he began unwrapping it.

“You really didn’t have to get me anything,” Bucky said, his voice low but appreciative.

“I wanted too, you mean a lot to me Bucky."you replied, your eyes not leaving him for a second. “It’s… it’s something I thought you’d like.”

Bucky removed the paper, revealing a small, handmade leather journal. The cover was dark brown, worn-in, with an intricate design of a wolf etched into it—something he would never have bought for himself, but it was so fitting. He opened it carefully, running his fingers over the pages. Inside, you had written a small note in the front:

“For the memories you’ve yet to make. I hope you find peace in the pages, Bucky. Merry Christmas.”

He blinked, feeling an unfamiliar warmth spread through him. He wasn’t one for sentimentality, but this… this was different. This wasn’t just a gift. It was an understanding, an acknowledgment of everything he’d been through, and everything he was trying to move past.

“It’s… perfect,” Bucky said quietly, his voice thick with emotion. “Thank you.”

Your smile widened even more, your heart swelling at the sight of his reaction. You had known how much Bucky struggled with his past, and you hoped this would be a way for him to channel his thoughts, to find a way to put some of the darkness behind him.

A small chuckle leaving his lips as his fingers ran over the leather as he then glanced up at you, a hint of vulnerability flickering in his eyes. “I haven’t really thought about doing that before.”

“Well, it’s never too late,” you replied, your tone light but filled with an unspoken understanding.

Bucky took a deep breath, then gave you a soft but genuine smile. “I’ll try.” Shaking his head he moved to sit next to you as his lips brushed the side of your head.

The two of you sitting together on the couch, Ace curling up at your feet. There was a comfortable silence between them now, one that didn’t feel heavy with unspoken words, but rather peaceful and full of hope.

You lent your head against Bucky’s shoulder, your voice soft, “I’m glad we’re spending Christmas together.”

Bucky’s arm instinctively found its way around you, pulling you closer. He didn’t have much when it came to family, but with you, he felt a sense of belonging—a connection he hadn’t experienced in a long time.

“Me too,” he replied quietly. And for the first time in a long while, he let himself believe it.

Because for the first time in a long time he felt truly happy.

[bucks-metal-arm19]

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Okay, but Bucky sucks at apologies. Especially after you’ve had a long day and he makes it worse by running his smart mouth about something trivial that you can’t fix today or even tomorrow! He just knows every button of yours that he can press to get the most reactions.

“I’m sorry, doll. What can I do to make you forgive me?” Bucky is using the soft, sad voice he knows usually gets him out of the dog house and he pairs it with matching his sad, blue eyes.

You were seething, metaphorical smoke coming out of your ears, and spoke without thinking.

“You can let me sit on your face and eat me out until I’m not mad at you anymore!” You were just so sick of hearing every smart comment fall from his lips and were on the right side of angry-horny to want to climb him like a tree.

His eyes widened in surprised but he couldn’t deny that the thought turned him on beyond comprehension.

“Okay. C’mere.” He toed off his boots and made quick work of taking his jeans off before climbing onto your shared bed and settling himself against the mound of pillows.

“Wh-what?” You didn’t expect him to agree so quickly and your brain was working double-time to catch up to the change of events.

“Come. Here. Now. And sit your pretty pussy on my face so I can help make you forget this awful day.”