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Be My Mistake

Word count: 369

Warning/s: 18+ only, non-sexual nudity, alludes at sex and cheating, short angsts mini-fic

A/N: hope y’all enjoy my process yo 😌 listen to Be My Mistake by The 1975 for extra feels. not proofread, i made this cuz i woke up one hour before my alarm :)

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It was then when she realized that her carefully crafted world was a lie; it only took a phone call and one look at his face to pull her back to reality.

“Doll, I’m sorry I gotta go,” Bucky speaks in hushed tones, in low rhythm only she can hear. He pushes his hair back, stubborn chestnut tendrils escaping the bun and framing his face.

“It’s okay, go,” She says, staring at her dresser, scared to even look at his stormy blue eyes and finding them dark with pity.

Their stolen moments always end like this.

One of them leaving hurriedly, scurrying away from what might happen after their bodies collided within her satin sheets.

The moon hides behind a curtain of clouds, the lamppost outside casts a constant glow, reaching the corners of her room, illuminating the articles of clothes that have been ripped away from her body last night.

“Why can’t you stay?” She didn’t mean to sound… needy, she knows what they are, what they should be and yet she finds her heart breaks a little bit every time he leaves her nestled in between pillows and blankets.

Bucky sits on the end of her unruly bed, his weight making a familiar dip into the mattress.

He picks and prods and broods over the notion that he has someone waiting for him at home, that’s he’s just as fucked up as before.

“I shouldn’t have called, I’m so sorry,” is all that he can say. He knows he shouldn’t be in her apartment, sitting in her bed, smelling like her on a summer day, “this is a mistake.”

“Be my mistake,” She says, pushing and swallowing whatever pride she has left. The blanket covering her body bunches up just below her chest and Bucky dares not to look.

And he dares not to leave either.

She takes it as an invitation to crawl up to him, engulfing him in a warm hug from behind, pressing soft, small kisses to the textured skin of his shoulder.

Her cheek rests just under his nape as she inhales the remnants of his cologne, imprinting how his skin feels against hers, burning his scent into her memory.

“One last time.”

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I Do, I Don't

Word Count: 209

Warning/s: angsty. more dialogue, less actions?

A/N: this one is kinda shorrrrrt. like, really.

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“I love you,” Bucky said. His ocean eyes peek over at yours, watching the colors of the lights muddle into your glassy ones. His left hand hovers over yours, feeling the warmth coming off of them; his pinky finger twitches at the thought of touching you.

“I love you,” he said once again.

You looked over to him, a soft ghost of a smile over your lips. You blinked once, twice; your emotions are bubbling and you can’t help the laugh that escaped through your lips.

His face fell.

“No, you don’t,” you counteract. You grasped his left hand and faced him; he looked at you like a wounded soldier.

You’re an adversary.

“You don’t love me, Bucky.”

“But I do.”

“I can’t possibly tell you how or what to feel without sounding like a total asshole, but you don’t love me. You can’t tell me you love me.”

“Why not? Is it- is it because I’m not enough? Is that it?”

“No, Bucky, listen, I-”

“I love you, isn’t that enough? Gun to my head, Y/N, I never loved anyone like this before,”

The world around you seemed to have stopped.

The chatter.

The noise.

Everything ceased to exist.

“Aren’t you scared, Buck?”

“Of loving you? Never.”

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Baby

Word count: 406

Warning/s: NSFW, dirty talk, public sex, cockwarming, choking, Bucky :)))))

A/N: someone please remind me to edit this later. i made this super fast bc i’m sick but also horny as fuck.

A/N ii: hi past self, i already edited this, tnx bb

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—-

“What did I tell you about not wearing underwear?” His rough voice surrounded your peripherals and you shivered, even more so when he pinched your thigh with his Vibranium arm in an attempt to get your attention.

“But I was gonna have lines, Buck.” You tried to excuse yourself. It wasn’t your favorite thing to do, but right now, the way that he’s undressing you, devouring you, with his eyes makes you want to do it more often.

“So, you just decided to let everyone know that you aren’t wearing anything under that flimsy excuse of clothing?” He’s in front of you now, his scent of peppermint and coffee invading your nostrils. He’s too close.

Too close to consider the interaction merely a chat.

“Fine. I’ll go change, then.” You conceded, not wanting to push his buttons further. You know he can tear your carefully curated outfit with his human hand in a heartbeat.

“No, you won’t.” He said.

And then in a series of bruising movements, you both found yourself in dim part of the room where anyone hardly looks at.

Your forearms are folded obliging behind your back, fastened with his warm hand.

“Fuck, don’t leave a bruise.” You tried to get him to loosen his grip, but your ass grazed his hardening cock and so he snaked his inorganic arm around your neck and applied delicious pressure.

“You want this?” He said as he teasingly rutted his groin under you, watching you squirm in anticipation, “fuck, baby. I feel you dripping.”

“Bucky, not here.”

“You don’t wanna put on a show? Gotta learn how to use your pussy while being quiet first.”

He lets go of your throat then he steals your breath away once again when he pushed a finger into your wetness.

“What’s gonna stop this mess, then? You really think you can get away without creaming yourself?”

You feel him shift under you, unzipping his pants to sheath himself into your warm pussy.

A moan almost escaped your painted lips as he bottoms himself out.

Still, there’s a finger lingering around your nerves, testing and probing. And you clenched around him.

“Don’t you fucking move, princess. It’s hard not to come and you’re sitting on my cock looking all pretty,” a smug grin is plastered upon his face. His blue eyes now full blown out with desire and lust for you.

“Go fuck yourself, Bucky.”

“Go fuck me yourself, baby.”

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Help Me!

Word Count: 469 words

Warning/s: Nothing. Just pure fluff :)

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Bucky Barnes’s cell phone rang at 10:38 AM, the screen displays his girlfriend’s name.

“Hello? Babe, where are you?” Bucky was expecting Y/N to come home two hours ago from her morning jog.

“Bucky, baby. I need your help,” Y/N states into the phone, “I’m at the entrance of the tower.”

Alarming thoughts went through the brunet’s mind, “Y/N, are you okay? Are you in trouble? I’m almost there.” his palms were sweating, making the phone’s casing slippery.

He didn’t hang up the phone once inside the elevator, his heart thumping in his ribs. The doors open and he spotted Y/N’s figure through the frosted glass of the building.

“Yes, Bucky. I’m totally fine. Just please come down here,“ A smile crept upon her face, blushing as she saw her boyfriend briskly walking through the tiled lobby. Cranking her head to see better, she waved at Bucky.

Once the avenger was outside, Y/N hugged him with one arm and kissed his cheek. “Sorry for making you worry,” she looks down, an apologetic smile plays across her features.

“I’m just glad you’re oka- what’s in the box, Y/N?” Bucky inquired, he was curious, feigning strictness in his demeanor. When Y/N flashed him a goofy, lovable smile, he knew at that moment that this girl, standing in front of him with a suspicious box, is a ray of sunshine amongst the clouds.

“It’s a puppy, Bucky. I found him alone and I just felt really bad an-” Bucky cuts her off with a kiss, a hurricane of butterflies making a mess in his stomach.

“You’re the cutest, kindest person I know.” Y/N laughs, her eyes twinkling with delight, “he’s sleeping. Can we take him to the vet later?”

“Sure thing, baby girl. What do you want to name him?” Bucky asked as Y/N put the box down and pulled the flaps to the side.

Stroking the puppy’s head, she doesn’t notice Bucky smiling at her, thinking that he was indeed the luckiest person in the world.

“I don’t know yet, but where do we keep him? Tony’s gonna go ballistic if he sees a dog hair on his precious couch.” Y/N asked, the question lingered in the air.

While Y/N waits for an answer, she’s been thinking of things to buy for her new furry friend. “Don’t worry, Y/N. I’ll go talk to Tony for you and Sundae.” Bucky smiled softly. his eyes full of fondness.

“Sundae. Huh, I like it.” Bucky’s girl said, feeling overwhelmed with joy that she found a man that she wants to spend the rest of his life with.

The puppy softly barked, his tail happily wagging.

“Now let’s introduce you to the rest of the family, Sundae.” The couple walked in, holding hands while Bucky holds the puppy in one arm.

“I love you both.”

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Losing You (Bucky’s POV)

Word Count: 344 words

Warning/s: Angst, sad!Bucky, swearing

A/N: This is my first work! It’s on the shorter side, and it’s more of a drabble than a one-shot. I hope you enjoy! I just churned this out on a whim, so please be nice. :)

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It started one afternoon. We were watching a movie, her head on my lap and I was tracing nonexistent vines on her arm when she got up and murmured about something.

“Y/N? Is there something wrong, babe?” I asked and she looked at me like I’m some sort of an injured animal.

She sighs, running her hands through her hair. She was clearly frustrated by something, “I- I can’t do this anymore.”

“You don’t wanna watch movies?” I was genuinely confused and worried.

“No, I want us to break up.” She said. Looking at me in the eyes, searching for something.

“Babe, are you okay?” My greatest fear is coming true, and I can’t let that happen.

“Don’t call me that.”

“Y/N, please. What’s going on?”

She hates it when I use her real name.

“Bucky, I’m tired.” She lays her head down on my lap once again, it was just us but it doesn’t feel the same anymore.

My mind is still racing, is it something I did? Something I said? Does she not love me anymore?

The day turns into night, neither of us was moving to even turn on the light. She moved from my lap to the other end of the couch, she was crying, I can tell. Her shoulders heaving and her breathing is erratic.

I just don’t know what came over her and she decided to break up with me. Is she cheating? Is there someone else? I can feel my throat tighten with anger. Mostly directed at me, I didn’t notice how her hugs went from loving and caring to almost cold like I was hugging someone who lost her world.

And right now, I’m losing her too.

“Can you please tell me what’s wrong?” I pleaded I want to hug out whatever pain is inside her right now. She made me believe that there is still good and love in this fucked up world. She became my beacon of hope. She was the embodiment of my hope.

“Please, I can’t lose you. I love you too much.”

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Twined: A Soulmate AU

Word count: 1,580

Warning/s: Mentions of death

A/N: Hey lovelies <3 @honeyvbarnes​ and I worked on this Soulmate AU and we hope that y’all like it! I loved working with my bff and we’ll do it again hopefully <3 enjoy!

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When Bucky Barnes died back in 1943, he died knowing that he lived his life without a soulmate.

When he turned eighteen, he waited for a flash of annoyance, stress, or anything emotionally malicious that came from his soulmate since emotional pain is supposedly said to connect two wandering souls no matter how far they are from each other.  

A bit sadistic, Steve Rogers would say. But Bucky would always counter his friend’s point with, “you see, Stevie when your soulmate gets hurt, you’re the only one who can hear them– at least in your head– and you can help them, you can help them find you,”

“Still, I don’t want someone to suffer just to make a connection with me,” Steve said, ever a gentle-hearted (but strong-headed) person.

“They’re not gon’a. Annoyance is enough for them to create a short connection,”

“What I’m hearing is that I get a pass for annoying you more,”

—

It’s hot. Searing. Humid. The air is so thick, you can almost choke on it.

The beach is filled with people– couples and families mostly and your mind wanders to soulmates.

You never had one and as far as you’re concerned, you’re better off without one.

Since your eighteenth birthday, you felt a great deal of stress coming off from your soulmate. You had to go through various therapy sessions, evaluations, and couple’s counseling since the supposed love of your life won’t answer to your pleas and calls as to what the fuck is going on inside their head.

They never let you in and it seems like they will never let you in.

Not now and not ever especially since the torment of nightmarish inner turmoil had subsided; granted, there are still some night terrors but it doesn’t compare to the pain you felt back then.

You started thinking maybe they were in the army or something of that sort.

Maybe, maybe. What if, what if

That’s your inner turmoil; the boiling water inside the pot.

You weren’t sure where to start looking for them– you spent years trying to get through but you never get as much as a word.

So you gave up.

And not a lot of people give up on their soulmates, at least not the ones who never had to spend literal years of their lives trying to coax out a word out of their loved one.

You still get worried and anxious about them. You still try to comfort them after a particularly bad nightmare even though you know they won’t answer back to you. You still tell them that you’re always there, ready to give the comfort only a true soulmate can give.

You wanted to give them warmth not knowing that they dislike the heat.

—-

Bucky had always hated the summer. He hated how everything is so warm and dry and humid. He hated how he can’t stay bundled up in dark sweaters and jackets, he hated the way that the glow of the scorching sun brings out the best in people.

He prefers the cold. The harsh winters remind him of his past, and he likes to suffer, he allows the despair and loneliness to settle deep in his bones. The heat of the summer makes it more difficult for him to keep his mind separated from yours.

Bucky Barnes died back in 1943 without a soulmate, but after his resurrection in Wakanda, he knew you were there. The dull feeling of annoyance would come in waves and he knew you hadn’t felt him yet.

Oh, but you did, he came to realize. Over the years, Hydra had control over him, his mind, and his soul. The constant wipe of his memories not even sparing a chance for him to feel emotion, to feel you. The harsh realization that you had to feel the same pain he had, makes him sick.

Thinking of the years of abuse and torture makes him want to apologize profusely, but would you even understand? Would you ever love the person that’s caused you so much pain? He doesn’t know who you are or your age, and the fact that his soulmate lives in an era where he was never meant to live in, still confuses him to this day.

So he’s built up walls, a mind blockade in hopes that you’d move on without him. He doesn’t deserve love after all that he’s done. Mostly, you don’t deserve him as a soulmate. You deserve better, he thinks.

He feels guilty shutting you out, but he forces the guilt away because he knows you can feel that too. On his bad days, you still assure him that he’s not alone in this world. You give him warmth to soothe his ice-cold heart, but he rejects it, doesn’t want it, doesn’t deserve it, he’ll tell himself.

One fateful summer day changed that though.

—

As Sam Wilson finished packing the car with what he calls ‘beach essentials’, Bucky Barnes had his mind a thousand miles away.

“You okay, tin man? Got your sunscreen?” His dark-haired friend chides soothingly. Sam was wearing a red Hawaiian shirt, his Raybans clipped onto his lapel, and his skin smelled of berries and shea butter; he smelled and looked like the personification of summer himself.

“Let’s go, Wilson; I don’t have the patience of getting stuck in traffic with the both of ya,” Bucky rolled his eyes behind his dark sunglasses, his hair tied in a low bun, he was wearing a baseball shirt and a summer-themed beach short with seagulls on it, as per Sam’s request. His skin glistened with the newly applied sunscreen he snatched from his go-bag.

“And what’s so bad about it?” Steve wore a flannel and dark jeans combo, his baseball cap was on backwards, because ‘I wanted to try something new,’ he said, and he opted for a pine-scented suntan lotion instead, deciding to get a slight tan.

Bucky decided not to answer the question.

—

The ocean mist filled your senses as your book chapter hits its end. Putting down the easy-reading material, you stretched out and propped up yourself, thinking if you should join the other beachgoers in the water.

Giving it a quick thought and then glancing at the beach’s showering station, you decided against splashing around. This is more of a reading day for you.

You picked up your dog-eared book again and started to read when a good gust of wind kicked up the sand, sending a few grains your way, you quickly closed your eyes and yet, just as fate intended, you ended up with sand particles in your left eye.

—

“Ow, what the–” Bucky instinctively put up his arm to protect his eyes when a breeze flew past them, “something’s in my eye.”

—

Fuck.

Fuck.

Fuckity-fuck.

Your eye has been invaded by sand and it feels like it’s scratching your cornea raw. You can think straight, you’re in pain albeit minimal, it’s still pain.

You try to scramble for the bottle of water you kept close for hydration, hoping it will be enough to put you out of your misery, washing out the sand.

—

“Something’s definitely in my eye, Sam, I feel it,” Bucky tries not to squirm so much under Sam’s touch, but the pain feels almost invisible, like it’s not his.

“Stop moving so much, I can’t see anything,” Sam said, reaching into his bag to get his eye drop he was saving especially for this occasion, “I got your back. Don’t tell me that I overpack ever again,”

—

Drenching yourself in water was better than the agonizing pain you felt not five minutes ago. Your left eye was red, pulsating, and tearing up like a mad dog in a shed; perhaps this was your cue to pack up and go home.

Then you feel that magnetic pull again. Stronger this time.

You suddenly remembered the lores and the tall tales of the universe pulling soulmates together, literally, if they were close enough to each other. You try your best not to walk to your left side as the pull dictates.

—

“Where are you going, Buck? Our spot’s right here.” Steve said, unpacking the food he prepared for their beach day. Sandwiches, chips, fresh fruits, and beer are already in place when Bucky felt a strong pull to his left side.

“I just- I gotta check something out,” He said, not knowing where his feet are taking him.

—

The lore said when you meet your soulmate, the gravity will shift around you. The magnets of your souls will push you towards each other even if you try to pry yourself away. Your bodies were from the same asteroid before and now the universe wants you together again.

You feel your skin prickle as you try not to look behind you. You’re familiar with the tales, the personal anecdotes, how it feels to be pulled towards your literal soulmate.

Bucky just stands in the sand, his eyes not wandering too far from where you’re standing, your back behind him.

Is this it? Is this his soulmate?

What if you hate him? What if you don’t want to be with him?

Bucky’s heart quickens with the thoughts, his anxiety riddles his brain as he tries to come up with something to call you.

When the pull is strong and the bond is unbreakable, rare cases of soulmates knowing each other’s names before they met is attainable.

A single name popped up into Bucky’s head, “Y/N.”

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History

Word Count: 538

Warning/s: major character death, max angst

A/N: I’M SAD AND TEARS HAVE BEEN SHED. i fell asleep re-reading @sunmoonandbucky​‘s thanks for the memories one shot and then i woke up sad.

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James Buchanan Barnes, 187 (1917-2104), passed away peacefully in his sleep at his Brooklyn home. A man out of time, Barnes was a dedicated American hero. He retired at the age of 158 following the rebirth of the New Avengers, “I’ve been around good people for so long that I know the world is in good hands.”

Following his wife’s death in 2088, Barnes had put up a foundation in her name, aimed to help people who had lost something important in their lives, “She always said that we have to cherish what we have before it’s too late.”

The family had given The Daily Bugle the privilege to show the word-for-word transcript of one of his final letters addressed to his late wife.

This is that letter.

—-

My dearest Y/N,

You know when we used to joke about how my age is going to catch up with me, I didn’t think that it would be this delightful. I was from a time when if you hit your 40s without dying, it means that you’re one of the lucky bastards, but what I hit on was more than luck.

Even back then when I was healing, you saw my worth as a human being. You, Stevie, and Sam helped me see my worth again. You used to walk to my room back in the old tower with such purpose I swear I can sense you before you can even talk to me.

In hindsight, making you not fall for me was the hardest thing. Well, given that you’re already in love with me before we even met. But god damn, I tried so hard to push you away because I thought you could do way, way better than me. But then you- you just had to kiss me during New Years 2025 and tell me that the fireworks that lit up New York had nothing compared to the light my soul was emitting.

You really had a way with words.

Miss you, Y/N. I’m sorry I couldn’t tend your garden anymore, my back almost gave out when I tried to cut down the weeds surrounding your favorite flowers. I know you don’t like to use weed killers but I had to.

I wish you’re here.

[Teardrops had stained the paper]…loved when you put up with my stubbornness when my age was finally catching up. You noticed it first, you told me that I had “dad sounds” whenever I had to get up or sit down.

I’m sorry we never [another set of teardrops stained the paper]… the family we have right now. You have twenty-two great-grandkids now, can you believe that Y/N? You know I used to laugh at the idea of having an absurd amount of grandkids but, here we are. It’s actually pretty nice, my love.

You’re here with me, aren’t you? I smell your perfume. They don’t sell it anymore, but I have your last bottle tucked away.

If I concentrated enough, I can see you, New Years 2025.

I miss you. So, so much.

You’re still here, I feel you.

Can you visit me in my dreams tonight, love? I wanna take you dancing again.

Today and forever,

Your Bucky

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Here

Word Count: 827 words

Warning/s: 18+, masturbation (f), grinding, oral (f receiving), Bucky.

A/N: i realized writing smut isn’t my strongest suit so i’m gonna practice some more but in the meantime, enjoy this lil’ thing. (hint: there’s gonna be a part two, maybe)

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It was just supposed to be a recon mission. Easy in, easy out. But then a new lead unexpectedly popped up and Bucky’s team had to extend their stay for another two weeks.

Your communication has been staggered, a few texts between a couple of days, maybe a phone call if he can get enough privacy from his team. “I miss you :)” was his last text, sent a day ago, and your reply was delayed by a couple of hours due to the time zone difference.

He never opened or replied back yet and that made you worry.

You brought it upon the night and tried to sleep with a frown etched on your face. The bed was just too big and cold for one person, you even dared to put on his shirt over a pillow just so you can make a likeness of his sleeping form. His scent of coconut and cinnamon made you feel lonelier and touch-starved.

An hour had passed by since you tried to go to sleep but the loneliness panged deep inside you. It’s been three weeks since you saw him last, it’s been three weeks since he last touched you.

Inhaling his scent once more, you carefully slid your hand down your stomach leaving goosebumps on your skin just like he used to. Reaching the band of your panties, you start to imagine that he’s the one who’s touching you instead.

You weren’t even teasing yourself that long but you’re already wet; the mere thought of Bucky taking care of you is enough to make your heated core clench.

Even though your fingers weren’t as thick as his, it did relieve some tension. As you worked on your slick nub, you began to imagine Bucky’s face between your thighs, his mouth and lips damp from your wetness as his fingers worked their magic inside you. The memory of the burn of his beard made your toes curl and your eyes shut close as you furiously work on your pleasure.

You came with a breathy, “oh fuck,”; your fingers are covered in slick and your heart is racing as you ride down your high. Once you regained yourself, you padded into the bathroom to clean up, it wasn’t messy as having sex with him but it still guaranteed hygienical aftercare. You opted for a nice, warm shower instead, hoping that the cascading water will wash away your worries.

—-

At some point in the night, you drifted off to a dreamless state.

There was a familiar weight resting beside you when you stirred awake. It was still dark out but the glow from a dimmed lamp offered just enough light to illuminate the figure beside you.

It’s Bucky.

You snuggled his sleeping form as he unconsciously held your waist. You softly kissed the tip of his nose and held his face.

“Hey baby,” Bucky sleepily said, his eyes were still closed but his grip on you got tighter.

The timbre of his voice reverbs to your core as you slightly rub your clothed core against his thigh.

“Hi,” you said, “you’re back.”

“Did I wake you?” His eyes were now on you, even in the dark, the blue of his eyes still twinkled.

“Not really,” you didn’t want to bother him with the details of how unruly your sleeping schedule was, especially when you’re already feeling worked up again.

“What are you doin’, baby?” His eyes traveled down to where your hips are undulating against his thigh. Bucky shifted slightly to make you press your core harder, making you whimper in process.

“I missed you,” you said, catching his lips into yours in a warm kiss.

“I missed you too,” he mumbled into your lips. His free hand groped your exposed thigh, hitching you further up until your clothed pussy meets his erection, “fuck, Y/N, you really missed me,”

With your thigh hoisted up his hips, you continued to grind your sopping core against his, hissing when you felt the tension coming up your belly.

Bucky, as impatient as the day he was born, couldn’t take your teasing anymore. He flipped you on your back, winking as he worked on slipping out of his sweatpants before sliding down to face your hot, wet, pulsating pussy.

“Very pretty, princess. You’re drippin’,” were the last words you hear before he licked up a strip, earning a whiny moan from you.

His cold fingers played with your entrance, making your core clench harder around nothing. Bucky suckled and nipped and ate you out like a man starved, growling as you tugged on his locks, humming when you locked your thighs on his head as he sinfully shook his head from side to side.

You tapped out at orgasm number three; loose-limbed and slightly lightheaded, you straddled your boyfriend, racking your nails up and down his torso, you smiled at him, “your turn.”

This was way better than what you were imagining last night.

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Naps

Word Count: 675

Warning/s: falling asleep on public transportation vehicle?

A/N: this one is really short and very fluffy, a teeny-tiny burst of Insecure!Bucky if you squint real hard.

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The train groaned and lurched forward abruptly, causing to you stir awake from your unplanned nap. You were coming home from pulling a double shift at your work, a duffle bag of your belongings sat limply on your lap.

“What time is it?” You groggily said, loud enough to catch the attention of the man that’s now sitting in front of you.

“Huh?” He said, not quite sure if you had been talking to him or talking in your sleep. He saw how you snatched your earphones away and rubbed your eyes.

“Time? What time is it?” You clarified, not fond of the stranger sitting in front of you. He had a cap on and a hoodie with a work jacket, both of his hands shoved deep down into the pockets.

“An hour past midnight,” the stranger said, looking at you passively as if to say I’m not a pervert, I swear.

“Oh God, that nap felt like an entire day,” You said, stretching out your arms gingerly, they’ve been in an awkward position since you fell asleep. You take a glance at the man sitting in front of you, he looks awfully familiar, like you’ve seen him before- “You’re Bucky Barnes.”

Bucky Barnes was taking the midnight train. And he sat in front of you.

And you were probably drooling due to the fact that you had slept in an upright position, you quickly swiped away at the imaginary drool track, thanking your lucky stars that you don’t have it.

“Yeah, I am- I am him. I’m Bucky.” He stammered it was obvious that he wasn’t well known outside his alias as ‘The Winter Soldier’. He took off his dark baseball cap, shaking his head to let the brown locks fall messily into place.

He looked absolutely beautiful under the shitty fluorescent lighting of the train cabin.

“My little brother,” You said with a small smile on your lips, “he loves you guys.”

“Oh, really? Including me?” You had sensed a hesitant tone with his answer so you pull up a picture from your phone and showed him.

It was a drawing of the whole Avengers squad, from Tony to Wanda, and he smiles when he spots himself between Sam and Steve, holding out a peace sign and sticking his tongue out.

“I told you he loves you guys,” you said, content with what you saw, the smile still evident on Bucky’s face.

“Yeah, he does,” Bucky said, wishing that he could thank your brother and take him to the tower and meet everyone.

“You probably saw me bump my head and drool all over myself when I was napping, I hardly sleep on public transportation but God, the last shift I pulled was just brutal.” You felt like you had to explain why on Earth were you sleeping on the train running its midnight course.

“Hey, I get it. Don’t worry, the confusion is just a side effect of having a mild concussion,” Bucky joked as he quickly scanned your face. Tiredness has a different look on everyone but Bucky thought you still look pretty.

“It really felt like I slept the whole entire day!” You tried to defend yourself, laughing when you got to the butt of his joke.

“That tired, huh?” He affirms, suddenly feeling that he should at least ask your name when the speaker suddenly came to life and announced your stop.

“Well, this is me.” You said while gathering your things quickly, strangely feeling sad that you were about to leave Bucky behind.

“Let me- let me walk you home.” Even Bucky was shocked when he realized what he said. He was even more taken aback when you nodded your head and lifted your bag onto your shoulders.

The night ended at around four in the morning, it ended with the both of you eating chocolate pudding cups and trying to dip different chips into vanilla ice cream. Under the buzzing lights and the occasional cars, you find yourself being pulled closer to Bucky, and him feeling the same way.

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Parasitism

Word Count: 1k

Warning/s: angsty-ish, mutual pining, idiots in love

A/N: took me a long fuckin’ time to write this part lol. read Reciprocation first, my friends!

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The clouds won over the sun, yet the birds have yet to cease their symphony. She didn’t use the warm water, she didn’t use the lather intended for her, she didn’t use what was left for her.

As Y/N closes Bucky’s apartment door, she felt the weight of her own heart against her chest. Like an anchor at the pier, she knew it lies under the deep, murky water. She tentatively took an inhale, trying to fool herself into the sense of belonging, into thinking that this was just sex. A physical act between two consenting adults.

She didn’t know what lies behind the door.

She didn’t know his heart is as heavy as hers.

She didn’t know how she was supposed to feel after he had wrecked her and built her up again.

All but she did know one thing: she wasn’t supposed to feel sad when she leaves in the morning.

With a cinder block for a heart, she exits his building. A black Toyota parked out front, waiting for her.

They never meet at her place, it’s always at Bucky’s.

It’s always at his place where she loses herself, where she lets go of all her inconsistencies. It’s where she leaves tiny bits of her soul, enough for him to notice but not enough for him to initiate. She did, however, stopped leaving breadcrumb trails of herself outside their bubble when he kissed her.

The outlier.

Bucky kissed Y/N on the lips tenderly, his lips danced on her’s like how the dew rolls off a flower petal. Softly.

No kissing, just fuck me. Ruin me. Leave me bruised.

And that’s when she truly felt what it meant to have your heartstrings pulled. As Bucky kissed her, she felt the unwelcomed butterflies fluttering about in her stomach, it wasn’t the familiar feeling of the warm coil of her impending release. It was something she thinks she doesn’t deserve.

Y/N planted her warm palms against Bucky’s chest and firmly pushed, hard enough to make him stop kissing her like that, soft enough not to make him stop pounding her. He obliged, his swollen lips pulling away from her spit-slicked one, instead he buried his face in the crook of her neck where he inhaled her perfume, trying to burn the fragrance into his brain.

And he never kissed her like that again.

From then on, it was all teeth and tongues. It was rough, scandalous, and hurried.

The sex was far from romantic, it was fucking. It was raw, purely a physical act. They were just two people who wanted a temporary release from this world. Two different, alienated people trying to find symmetry in a world that is on the edge of breaking apart.

Y/N wanted to call Bucky and talk about his favorite flowers or if he even likes them. She knows what she wanted to achieve yet she builds an impenetrable barricade that prevents her from reaching it.

She is self-destructive and she doesn’t have the heart to drag him into her mess.

A high-pitched tone from her phone provided a temporary distraction, she looks down to read the message.

It’s from him.

From Bucky: Hope you called an Uber.

To Bucky: I did.

Even through text messages, she can’t let him know what she feels when she sees him in his own light, he’s so soft and tender she can feel how flowers grow and weave into his breaking heart.

Y/N’s own world is as fragile as a sheet of ice covering a leaf.

From Bucky: Okay.

Bucky’s thumbs hovered above the send button, Okay. Text me if you need anything.

His thumb rapidly tapping the backspace button, Okay. Text me later.

Idiot, Okay, see you soon.

No, Okay, take care.

With his heart upon his throat, he sent the message. He wanted to tell her more, to tell her to talk to him, to tell her it’s okay, I know you’re scared, you don’t have to be. But it’s not his job or responsibility to tell her what to feel. He knows that the best he could do is to be there when she physically needs him.

From Bucky: Okay, take care.

To Bucky: Always. You too.

–

As the day turned into a moonless night, Y/N found herself lonely once again. And just like any other lonesome nights, she always wound up right by Bucky’s apartment. Like two magnets pried apart, they still somehow find their way back to each other.

“Hey,” she said as Bucky opened the door unceremoniously. She was playing with the pendant of her necklace, a habit she never outgrew, a habit he learned how to love.

Bucky nodded and opened the door a little wider for her, a small smile played upon his features, tired half-moons pervade the bottom of his ocean eyes.

“What’s in the bag?” He asked, eyeing the mystery package dangling from her hands. The aforementioned package was wrapped in a baby pink paper with twines securing whatever’s inside.

“I bought you socks,” Y/N trailed off, she wasn’t sure if she wanted to let him know that his face haunted her waking moments, “I- you said you liked my socks so I bought you a pair just like mine,”

A flutter of emotions swarmed through Bucky’s mind, heart, and soul. A warm smile projected on his lips, the wonderful sensation of rose petals and honey had nothing to compare to the softness that he felt.

“Thank you,” Bucky finally said, his words still in the air, quickly dissipating when she kissed him.

Glossed, strawberry lips slanted on his coffee-flavored one.

Her rings are cold upon his heated face, fingertips gently caressing his stubbled cheeks.

And then his warm hands are suddenly on her waist gripping her close as if she was a fleeting dream.

Just at the moment, everything felt right.

Everything felt right.

Like they really do belong together.

Two souls smoldering from the embers of their flame, an act of kindness brought back the warmth they both needed.

“What do you want?” Bucky asked as they parted; a little breathless and their cheeks tinted from the unexpected kiss.

“You. I need you,” Y/N sighed, her chest flushed against him. Her misty eyes are upon his, searching for any sign of regret.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes,”

Bucky grasps the back of her thighs as he hoisted her up on his waist, the thoughtful package long forgotten, “I need you too.”

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Reciprocation

Word Count: 1.9k

Warning/s: smut, angst, unreciprocated feelings. (r-18! please don’t read if you’re not 18+)

A/N: requested by anon.

this is a re-upload since the first version was a fuckin’ mess I can’t fix. Look past that and enjoy :)

i rly hope this time it works

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Soft, angelic moans can be heard from Bucky’s messy room, the moonlight penetrating the hardwood floors of the rented home. Quiet groans and muffled moans are all that they can muster up at 3:09 in the morning, the street below them is not aware of the molding of the bodies that is happening just mere four floors above them. Life goes on for the people downstairs.

As Y/N licks up a wet stripe on the underside of Bucky���s thick cock, he can’t help but to roll his eyes towards his head and sigh deeply, “shit. Yeah, just like that.” A rough groan was pulled through his throat when he felt her nails gently scraping against his right thigh, he has always wondered what her hands felt like outside the bedroom.

Y/N continued her actions on Bucky, his soft moans encouraging her to go even deeper down his length. Her right hand running up and down his thigh, lightly touching since she knew that will make him twitch and leak in her warm mouth. Y/N watches Bucky intently while she’s bobbing up and down his shaft, she watches how his nose crunches up with surprise when she uses little teeth on him, and she absolutely loves it when he tries not to moan as she massages his sack.

Bucky taps her jaw as he felt his lower stomach tightening, he badly wants to finish in her. He wants to hear the obscure, wet sounds coming from her as he continues to fuck her into the mattress. “Stop, baby. I’m not gonna last if you keep doing that.” His stormy eyes soft over her fucked-out features; swollen lips, half-lidded eyes, messy hair. She looks like 3 AM but he looks at her like he’s watching a sunset.

“You love it,” Y/N parted her lips as she brings Bucky’s hands on her face, kissing each knuckle. She was still clothed, wearing her black cotton bra and underwear, at least, all the while Bucky sat in front of her in his unabashed glory. Vulnerability, whether or not physically, comes with a price for her, and she’s rather not paying.

“I know, I know. I just wanna make tonight last.” His heart swells when he catches her smiling, it was a small smile. A polite one. The kind that you reserve for people you don’t really know.

“Good luck with that.” Y/N retorts. She didn’t give Bucky a chance to say his own sassy response, she immediately plants her painted lips on Bucky. Bucky shifted onto a more inviting position as Y/N moves herself to sit on his lap. For a moment, the only sound in the room is their heavy breaths and the soft squeak of the mattress as Y/N grinds on Bucky’s hardened cock.

Bucky reciprocates her hungry kisses with soft ones. Patient. Loving. Warm. “Why don’t we keep it slow tonight, baby? Huh? Keep it slow.” He said in between kisses, his hands roaming around her body, memorizing every soft curve and natural bumps.

“I want you,” Y/N stops kissing Bucky and coddled his stubbly, tired, handsome face in her hands, “to fuck me.”

Bucky gives her what she wants. She knows that he can’t say no to her, at least in bed as much as she knew of. Y/N and Bucky’s relationship isn’t exactly a Nicholas Sparks novel, it’s mutualism, they both benefit from one another. She’s satiated and he’s relieved, their adventures in the sheets always end in the morning, to continue when one of them needs a companion through the dark night.

Bucky gives her what she wants. She’s a panting mess under him, her eyes wild as her mouth chants his name like a litany. Her pussy clenching as he thrust into her, over and over and over. The skin-on-skin contact, hurried moans, and Bucky’s name are the sounds of their early morn. Overcast clouds have blocked the sun’s early rays as the sky painted itself light to dark.

More, more, more.

Fuck, Bucky. Yes, like that.

I’m coming.

Bucky gives her what she wants. Y/N has been spent, her pussy glistening with his come in the early morning and Bucky’s ridiculous string lights. Her chest heaves, regulating her breaths, coming down from the high Bucky gave her moments earlier, but she knows he’s not done yet. Not until she’s on his face, gripping his mane and screaming in pure bliss until her throat is raw.

Bucky gives her what she wants. His eyes search for any hesitation as he pulls her close to him, “you okay?” His voice laced with lust and sleep, always sincere. She just nods, her eyes brimming up with passion.

“Always.” Y/N says.

She’s always okay when she has her weight upon Bucky’s face, grinding and pushing her sex down to his sinful mouth, he doesn’t mind his own taste when it’s dripping from her. He doesn’t mind the sting on his scalp when she pulls his hair when he hits the right spot. Again and again and again, until she’s all spent and heavenly above him.

She doesn’t mind the burning sensation on her inner thighs from Bucky’s stubble. She loves it, in fact. It’s her only physical reminder of what transpired while she was at Bucky’s.

The dawn breaks into a cloudy morning, the orange-tinged the sky like how orange juice tainted the white carpet. It was ugly for her, she’s not made for the mornings. She was made for the nights; dark, cold, and buzzing neon lights. But to him, she was a whole day, from when the birds sing their songs to the farewell beep of a friend’s car.

Y/N never stays once the sun shines through his blinds, but it was overcast today and he had hope.

She started to pick up her discarded clothes from his hardwood floor when he spoke up, “stay. It might rain today.”

“No, that’s okay.” Y/N said as she put on her panties, setting them on her hips. “I’m gonna use your shower, that okay?”

“Yeah, of course,” Bucky said as he laid on his unmade bed, the upper half of his naked body resting on his headboard while the other half is draped with his sheets. He looks outside, there’s no blinding sun in sight.

“Are you sure? The clouds look pretty heavy and-” Bucky’s speech was interrupted by her request to get a towel. Of course, Bucky gives her what she wants.

Bucky sets the towel upon the sink, he tries not to look through the frosted glass where he can make out your naked body. He had seen her naked a thousand times before and earlier but he feels ashamed to intrude on a private moment.

“I see you looking.” Y/N’s voice is playful behind the glass, he can hear the warm water pelting off of her and onto the cold tiles.

“Sorry, just wanted to give you the towel.” He smiled sheepishly as if she could see him.

“It’s okay. Thank you.” Y/N said as she continues to wash herself using his soap. If she were to be honest, she likes the coconut and shea butter shampoo he had, the peppermint face scrub, and the vanilla body soap. It smells like him, like home. But she keeps using the generic smelling soap.

Freshly washed skin and dampened hair, she looks like morning now. Gone are the dark eyeliner and the deep crimson lipstick that painted both of them. She’s wearing the black wrap dress from the night before, glad that she bought an extra pair of underwear to go home to provide modesty as if she didn’t have sex on an empty opera balcony once.

She fucking hates that word. Modesty. She can fuck around all she wants and still have herself intact. Fuck modesty.

Y/N saw the used sheets on the corner of his room but Bucky is nowhere to be found, she wanted to help him with making the bed they just fucked on. She wanted to help him wash off her evidence from a crime she didn’t commit.

She wanted to stay in the morning while the sun shines but she can’t.

She doesn’t want to.

Bucky eases himself back to his room and sees Y/N in the dress from the night before, with her bag on her shoulders, holding her shoes. He can’t help but smile when he sees the cat socks on her feet, “kitty cat.” He says.

“What?” Y/N knits her eyebrows in thought until she realizes what he meant by ‘kitty cat’.

“Your socks. I like ‘em.” Bucky pointed at her socked feet in amusement. He wants to see this part of her, the part of her moon that likes cat socks and white sneakers.

“Thanks, they were on sale.” Y/N tucks a damp stray hair behind her pierced ear, she wasn’t familiar with the feeling of seeing Bucky’s bedroom in daylight. “It’s getting light out, I better get going.”

“Right, yeah.” Bucky leads her out of the bedroom like she hasn’t done that a million times in the dark. She always leaves just before the sun breaks over the horizon, her presence only known with a sticky note stuck to his bedside table. But their adventures ran late last night, and hence why she left with the sun in her eyes.

Y/N takes a polite sip of coffee before she looks at her wrist adorning a small watch, “I really have to go.” She said.

“No worries, Y/N. It’s alright. Stay safe.” Bucky said as he takes a gulp of the scalding coffee. Ignoring the feeling of imminent loneliness at the back of his throat down to his chest. He brushes off the feeling of heat creeping up his face as he looks at the woman leaving, gently shutting his front door close.

She rarely says his name outside of sex, does it taste bitter when I’m not in you? Bucky mulls over that thought over the second cup of coffee. Does my name bite your tongue when I’m not fucking you into the mattress? When I’m not on my knees, ravaging your pussy like a man starving? When I’m twitching and coming around your velvet channel, do you not think of what my name feels like outside of this bedroom? What my name feels like when you call me on a sunny afternoon because you’re bored and you miss me?

Bucky desperately wants to call out her name, when she’s not on her knees, sinfully putting her tongue down his shaft. He wants to call out her name in playful frustration when she’s being annoying over something normal. He wants to call out her name in a loving manner when she’s upset over something stupid he did.

Bucky didn’t realize that he fell deeply into her, not until he saw her outside, in the sunshine, buying flowers and holding a cup of coffee on her other hand.

Bucky didn’t realize that he fell deeply into her, not until he saw her smile sweetly to the elderly lady passing them on the street on the way to a matinée where he fucks her in an empty balcony.

Bucky didn’t realize that he fell deeply into her, not until he saw her curse out a creep for hitting on an obviously underage girl. She went to the girl afterward, asking if she was okay. Her humanity blooms in her soul sometimes, she just wouldn’t show him.

Bucky knows that he’s not the one to unravel the universe beneath her body, for she can only traverse that depth. Bucky knows that he’s not worthy of seeing her naked soul, for she only lets him touch. Bucky knows that he can’t open her heart, for she never lets him in deeper.

Bucky knows that he’s not the one that she stays over after the morning breaks.

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Too Late

Word Count: 1,236

Warning/s: one f-bomb, angst, unreciprocated feelings, regrets.

A/N: For @writemarvelousthings‘s writing challenge! I picked out prompt number 8: “I love you, but I don’t even think I know who you really are.” So, this entry is angsty. I hope y’all enjoy!

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Your jaw tightened as you saw Bucky flirting with a girl at the bar the team always go to. You scoffed as she laughed at something he said, you rolled your eyes as you see her hands running up and down his flesh arm. You looked at them giggling and whispering from across the bar where you and Wanda sat together away from the rest of the team.

“God, look at her! She’s so desperate,” Your words laced with bitterness. Wanda took your fourth beer away and placed it out of your reach. She shook her head as she saw you glaring at the couple.

“Y/N, stop looking over if it irritates you so much,” Wanda was the only one on the team who knows your feelings towards Bucky. She’s the only one who can talk some sense into you.

“If you want to be the one who’s flirting with Bucky, maybe you should admit it already.” You almost screamed at the absurdity of the idea if not for the fact that Bucky’s hand is now resting on the girl’s waist.

“Fuck that. I’d rather get hit by a plane than to admit that. What if he doesn’t feel the same way? What if he says that I’m delusional for having feelings for him?” You took a deep breath as you tried to calm yourself not to jump over the table and snatch Bucky away.

Wanda took your hand and squeezed it reassuringly, “I’m worried about you. This isn’t healthy, Y/N. It’s eating you alive, and it’s distracting you from seeing the bigger picture here,” You looked at your friend’s eyes as she continued, “At the very least, if you confessed, you’ll get your answer and you’ll stop over analyzing things and torturing yourself.”

It’s true. You tend to over-analyze things with Bucky, with how he always greets you good morning or how he always sit beside you on the couch or at the table. You can’t help but to always think that there’s maybe a little glint of hope whenever he’s around you. Maybe, just maybe, he feels the same way too.

“Alright, fine. I’ll confess or whatever,” You stood up and reached for the beer and chugged it down. You need all the courage you can get. “Here goes nothing but my pride and dignity.”

You walked over to the bar where Bucky stood alone drinking, he smiled when he saw you approach. “Hey, Y/N. Having a good night?”

“Can I talk to you alone? Outside?” Your heart is pounding over your chest, it’s now or never. You wished you still had a drink when you felt a lump in your throat.

When Bucky touched your arm, it felt like fire against ice. You could’ve melt right then and there, but you pushed through. “Are you okay? What’s wrong? Come on, let’s go.”

As the cold air hits your face, you felt a little calm. You hold on to that golden thread of hope just a little tighter. You took a deep breath before talking to the man in front of you.

“Y/N, are you okay? What happened?” Bucky says, his voice soft with worry.

“I’m fine. I just need to talk to you.” Breathe in, breathe out.

“About what? You’re kinda scaring me.” He laughs and your heart tugs painfully.

“I love you, Bucky. Very much. And it kills me to see you happy with other girls because I know for a fact that I can make you happy too.” The city noises and the music from the bar fade away as you shut your eyes, trying to compose yourself.

“You love me? Y/N, do you love me?” Bucky questions you as if he didn’t hear it the first time.

“Don’t make me say it again.” You opened your eyes to meet his. You tried to ignore the word ‘pity’ written all over his face.

It felt like an eternity when Bucky suddenly talked, “I’m sorry. I don’t feel the same way.”

His words felt like broken bottles and shattered glass against your bare skin.

“I’m sorry if I gave you the wrong impression, I didn’t-” His apology was cut short as you laughed bitterly. All the noises came back ten times as loud as before as you tried so hard not to cry in front of him.

“It’s fine! You don’t need to apologize,” Your words came out harshly as you fight the instinct to curl up and cry. “Tell Wanda I’m going home.”

And so you went home without your heart.

–

One week passed and you wake up every day feeling heavy yet hollow, like an anchor who lost its boat.

Your heart came back that night, all bruised up and beaten.

Your chest heavy with sadness and disappointment.

You thoughts replaying that night over and over again as if it was a broken projector.

“Fuck,” You sobbed into your pillow again, tears staining the pillowcase. You just wanted it to end, to ease the heaviness you felt in your being. To feel something other than hoping for someone to save you.

–

One month passed and your heart is healing up, slowly but surely. You’ve been humming to songs again, although you still can’t stand love songs. Your perspective came clear, that Bucky didn’t owe you anything. That you misunderstood his gestures towards you.

“It was just a misunderstanding.” You told Wanda with a small smile. You assured her that you were doing better, proving it when you smiled and nodded at Bucky one morning.

–

Six months had passed and you’ve been singing out loud again, even to cheesy love songs. For you, they meant nothing more. You’re moving with the universe again, ready to open your heart with caution.

“What happened with you was a passing lesson, that’s it.” If you didn’t know any better, you’d think that Bucky flinched at your words. For the past few days, he’s been trying to bring up what happened with you two that night.

“Do you- do you ever think of me?” Bucky said, hopeful sadness evident in his voice.

“Always, Bucky. But that was a long time ago. I’m done trying to make you see me in a different light,” You try and stir something in you, the strength to despise him for all the pain he caused you. But you couldn’t bring yourself to hate him, “I don’t regret loving you. What I regret is failing to see how you often mask yourself when I’m around you.”

“I know, I’m sorry. I fucked up because I’m scared that if you see me, the real me, you’d run away.”

“And did I run back when I still loved you?” Your words came out calm yet the message was different.

“Don’t you think you can fall back in love with me again?” Loved. The words echoed throughout Bucky’s mind. Loved.

You sighed, but you were not about to give him the same golden thread of hope that led you into this, “They say you can’t really unlove a person, you just learn how to live with it.”

One, breathe in, breathe out.

Two, steady your nerves.

Three, he’s just a learned lesson.

You took Bucky’s hand into yours, looking deeply into his blue eyes, “I love you, but I don’t even think I know who you really are.”

Four, learn how to walk away.

Five, live your life.

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Words

Word Count: 514

Warning/s: none! all fluff.

A/N: Requested by anon! I’m so sorry it took so long, I hope you liked it!

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She sighed as she looks around the forest clearing they both sat on. Nature surrounds them beautifully, the cool wind against their skin, the birds sang their heart out, the flora stands out from the green planes. The sun provided the light which dances in everything it touches, the everlasting blue sky stretches from every horizon.

Bucky took her hands into his, bringing it up to his lips, pressing a small kiss. She smiled sweetly, laying her head on his broad shoulder. They sat in thoughtful silence, both thanking the universe that they found peace in each other arms. No words were being exchanged, but they know that they are both happy with the things they have.

This was the most that they can do given their situation. It’s an open secret between the team that there is a certain connection with Bucky and Y/N, whenever they are confronted about it, they glance at each other knowingly while nonchalantly shrugging. The longing looks, the touches that linger for more than what others might consider friendly, the comfortable silences, the fiery tension, the sly smiles.

He looks at her like she outshines the sun. He looks at her like the stars were hung in her eyes. He looks at her and he sees his past, present, and future. He looks at her and his stomach turns into a knot, billions upon billions of butterflies wrecking chaos against his chest. Y/N made him feel like the summer in the middle of a snow blizzard. Like he was a Saturday night and a Sunday morning. She has his whole heart in her hands and he trusts her not to crush and throw it away.

“Hey,” Y/N murmured. Her head still on his shoulder, their hands still intertwined.

Bucky hums in response, “Hmm?” He felt a blush creeping up his neck, they were never this close before.

She turns to him, her eyes tracing his features, “You make me feel whole, Bucky.”

Then, the wind stopped blowing.

The birds ceased singing.

Everything fell into silence.

"What?” Bucky said, blinking in surprise. The girl reached out and cupped his scruffed jaw, her lips dangerously close to his.

“You make me feel whole.” Y/N placed a tender kiss on Bucky’s lips. “You hold everything dearly with those lovely hands of yours. And I trust you to hold my heart too.”

Bucky felt like he lost his grip on reality when he felt her lips against his but her words pulled and grounded him back. He chuckles as he looks around the wildlife surrounding them, “The first time I saw you wearing that green sweater, all I can think of is this view. You know, a meadow overlooking mountains and valleys, and forests. But now that you’re here, God. It has nothing against you. I like to think that you are the inspiration for this. All I want is you, Y/N.”

Y/N closed her eyes and laughed, her heart breaking into feathers as she felt his arms snake around her waist, “You make me so damn happy, James. You really do.”

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You’re No Fun

Word Count: 552

Warning/s: one f-bomb, then it’s all fluff.

A/N: this is a bit short because I made it earlier while sitting ducks in a reunion.

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“I’m so fucking bored.” Y/N whined. She runs her hand through her hair, visibly frustrated.

Bucky looks over her, she was slumped over a chair, her brows furrowed in annoyance as she keeps checking her phone.

“Come on, doll. It can’t be that bad,” Bucky said, she snapped her head in his direction, almost glaring but when her eyes met his, her features softened. She smiled weakly.

“It’s bad, Buck. My phone is dying and the internet’s real spotty. And this dress!” Y/N tugs at her clothes, “it’s itchy. I just want to go home.”

“You really hate weddings, huh? God help your husband, Y/N.” He chuckled at her as he scooted over closer, he studies her for a bit; taking in how her lips curve, and how her eyes seem to twinkle even though she’s in agony over waiting for a way out from the party.

“Dude, don’t stare.” She says, her eyes never leaving her phone as she types a text message.

Bucky’s phone vibrated in his pocket, he pulled it out to see a text message from the girl sitting beside him.

From: Y/N

“Hellooooo I’m so bored and please stop staring, you weirdo”

He looked up at her, a slight smile plays on her lips while she clutches her phone in her hands.

To: Y/N

“I’m weird? You’re the one who’s texting me when we’re half a feet away from each other.”

Her phone lights up, she quickly texts over a reply.

To: Bucky

“Just go with it??? Please??? I have nothing else to do :/”

He shook his head smiling, finding Y/N even more endearing.

To: Bucky

“I SAW U SMILE NOW REPLY TO ME”

To: Y/N

“I just did :)”

To: Bucky

“Finally!!! I was about to talk to u lol”

To: Y/N

“Let’s just talk, then.”

To: Bucky

“Ur no fun :(”

She turned to him, putting a hand on his thigh. His breath hitched in his throat, the song seemingly fades into the background.

“That lady over my right side, she’s been eyeing you all night,” She perks up, cocking one eyebrow up. Her lips curled into a playful smirk.

“Who?” Bucky quickly scanned the direction she said, he immediately caught a pair of eyes that were looking at him. He nodded and smiled politely.

“She’s pretty. You should go and talk to her,” she smiled, “this wedding might be not so bad at all.” She motioned him to stand up, “what are you waiting for?”

He shrugs nonchalantly as he adjusted his tie, “I’ll pass. Don’t wanna be that guy who hooks up with someone on a wedding reception.”

Y/N laughs, jokingly rolling her eyes, “what a loser! Bucky, come on! At least just dance with her.” She pleaded as she flashed him a million-watt smile.

He looked at her like she personally hung the stars for him. She was the person that made him feel like him again. To him, she was his only constant in this ever-changing world.

“Y/N, please. It’s our wedding night, please stop trying to make me dance with random old ladies.” Bucky held her hand as the glasses clink, encouraging them to kiss each other.

“I love you, Mrs. Barnes.” The groom said as he leaned in to kiss his wife.

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Take It Off

Word Count: 838 words

Warning/s: 18+, Reader being a tease, swearing, sir kink?, sorry for giving y’all blue balls.

A/N: First smut (kinda)! I hope you guys enjoy :) Requests are open.

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“See me in my office after,” Your professor said when he passed through your seat.

“Oh, shit.” You thought. Your mind is racing, did you fail a test? Didn’t pass any requirements? Maybe you did something to pissed him off. Nervous, you complied with his request. Once you’re in the office, you saw Mr. Barnes leaning on his office table. His crisp white shirt tucked into his black pants. Sleeves rolled up to his forearms. You took a deep breath before meekly murmuring a greeting.

“Lock the door and come here.” You did it as you were told, your previous moments ran through your head.

“Did you know that kind of top is not allowed in my class?” He studies your face for a reaction, you mistakenly looked into his eyes, the blue is almost gone, his pupils are dilated. You gulped as you look down to your crop top, it has a slit exposing your chest, and if you chose to, it can expose a bit of cleavage too. You told him no and you apologized.

“Take it off.” He said sternly. His hands gripped the edge of the table, waiting for you.

“Excuse me? I- uh,” you stammered. Your heart beating loudly in your chest.

‘Is he being serious? Are you really going to do it in his office?’ you thought you just misheard him and that flash of uncertainty on your face irritated him; his brows furrowed, he licked his lips and he moved closer to you and repeated his words.

Reluctantly, you took off your top. He looks at you with lust in his eyes. Eyes roaming like a predator, your cheeks are flaming as he scanned your heaving chest. For a moment, you got the courage to ask him what to do next while you move closer to him. “Well, are you just gonna stand there?” You taunted, you knew in the back of your mind that you’ll regret that later. You bit your lip, trying to contain any more sarcastic remarks. You dared to walk into his welcoming legs, his thighs straining against the material, he pulls you in closer and captured your lips. His lips tasted like coffee and mint, his scent is intoxicating. His hands are traveling your body, mapping and groping. He broke the kiss, looking into your eyes he said, “Don’t you have classes to attend to?” You shook your head no and said, “apparently my top is not allowed. I don’t want to get in more trouble, Mr. Barnes,” his breath hitched in his throat, his name sounds so sinful when it falls down your lips. “Or I could just go home and change.” You shrugged. You stood there, between his legs, just wearing your bra and skirt. You can see him struggling to keep his composure. Bucky was still fixated on you, he’s memorizing every detail, every curve, every dip of your body, his breath fans your cheek as you kissed his neck, leaving a lipstick mark. “Do you want me to beg and bend over that table as you take me and wreck in ways only you can think of?” You whispered, your hands traveling down, teasing him.

“Do you want to see me on my knees as I put you-” You gasp as you felt his hand grip your waist tightly, clawing at the flesh. You smirked as you felt him twitching in your delicate hands, the mere thought of you on your knees, being such a good slut for him made him almost come right then and there. “Don’t do that,” he warned. His hand pulling your hair, exposing your neck, “I want the campus to know that you and I are fucking inside this office.” His beard scuffing the skin on your neck, his lips plating wet kisses on your collar, “You are gonna walk out here looking freshly fucked and without any panties,” he slipped his other hand down your inner thigh, dangerously close to the part where you needed him the most, “because you know how much I like souvenirs.” Your knees nearly gave out with his words but you’re not letting him win. Not this time.

Stroking with light touches, “but you won’t do that, would you, sir?” You smirked against his neck, “I’m gonna get expelled and you’re gonna get fired. And we don’t want that, do we?” You looked up to him as innocent as possible as your hands trace his outline making him groan. You felt him harden even more, you had him straining in his pants. His breathing is uneven, and there’s a sheen of sweat forming on his forehead. His lower lip is between his teeth, enjoying the light touches you are giving him through his tight pants. Craving for more.

You pulled away, smiling sweetly. You pulled your top over your head, his eyes never leaving you as he tries to compose himself. With a mischievous grin, you took off your panties and stuffed them in his pocket,

“I’ll see you tomorrow, sir.”

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hi guys, it’s kaye! i’ll be copying my works on here just in case :,)

love, @bitchassbucky