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How about some rlly fluffy & also smutty headcanons for being reunited with Sirius after he escapes Azkaban🫣🤭

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♡ Sirius almost can’t believe it. How do you look even better in your thirties than you did during young adulthood???

♡ But seriously. You look absolutely beautiful; Sirius is stunned at how you’ve only gotten better with age

♡ Sirius has never been one for insecurity, but he definitely feels a little self conscious around you after you’ve reunited

♡ Obviously Sirius isn’t at his physical peak after Azkaban. He’s dirty, greasy, smelly, and extremely malnourished, but those things aren’t necessarily what he’s insecure about

♡ It’s also clear to him how much you’ve grown and matured over the last decade. No longer are you a young twenty year old, a rebel without a cause, nor your actions determined simply by your emotions.

♡ You’re a grown woman now. Rational, intelligent, capable, and emotionally stable. Sirius is self-aware enough to realize he’s missed out on a lot of learning and growing, but he tries to be a good man and partner for you.

♡ If you were married before he was sent to Azkaban, you’ll find that Sirius never lost his wedding band. Even after the ring no longer fit any of his fingers because he’d grown too thin, Sirius held onto it.

♡ He can’t get enough of your scent. He’d become so accustomed to the horrible stench of Azkaban and its inhabitants that he’d almost forgotten how good a person can smell.

♡ If you’re hugging, cuddling, etc, your best bet is that Sirius’s nose is going to be buried in your hair or neck. He claims he’ll never take clean scents for granted ever again

♡ It’s no secret Sirius takes loyalty very seriously; it’s one of his core values and something he takes a lot of pride in. So once he learns you never remarried or officially moved on from him? Oh, baby, he’s enchanted enamored by you.

♡ If you tell him to jump he’ll ask how high. He’ll feel he could never return the favor of your loyalty all those years while he was away, so he’ll be doing everything in his power to make up for it for the rest of his life.

♡ “Love” is not a deep enough word to describe his feelings for you

Nsfw

♡ Slow, sensual, lots of praise, and a small side of a breeding kink

♡ A decade in Azkaban has made Sirius a fan of the smaller things in life. Why rush to get to the act of penetration when he could take his sweet time instead? What’s the hurry?

♡ Foreplay is easily his favorite part of sex.

♡ “Focus on the journey, not the destination” ass

♡ He loves to make out. Whether it’s laying together in bed, dry humping, or you sat on the kitchen counter in front of him, legs wrapped around his hips

♡ Sirius just loves kissing

♡ I’ve said this before, but he has a newfound love and appreciation for oral sex. There’s nothing sweeter than his face between your legs, sloppily making out with your cunt. There’s nowhere his tongue hasn’t tasted

♡ The sheets below your ass are soaking after he’s finished. It’s hard to say if it’s majority his spit or your pussy juice

♡ Sirius loves wet head. Giving and receiving. Do not hold back on the saliva while sucking his cock. The wetter the better. Relishes in the sight and feeling of dribble spilling out of your mouth and making a mess of the bedding and his crotch

♡ Despite rebeling against the anti muggleborn rhetoric his parent’s tried to force on him, Sirius is pretty traditional otherwise. I think he wants a kid, so you’ll be hard pressed to find Sirius cumming anywhere except your cunt. On occasion he’ll even put a stop to a blow job to blow a load in your pussy rather than your mouth

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hi baby! could i request sirius x gf!reader where she's his biggest hype woman. like sirius has done his makeup or he's simply just existing in his pyjamas and reader is just like "wow lookin gorgeous in these pyjamas of yours, sweetheart!". c'mon sirius is such a babygirl and he deserves all the compliments in the world.

hope you have a good day lovely!

Thanks for requesting sweetheart! He IS such a babygirl, and I hope you had a good day too :)

Sirius Black x fem!reader ♡ 302 words

When Sirius joins all of you in the living room, you whistle like the sort of man you’d want to hit if you heard him on the street. 

Sirius grins, posing for you as you whoop and applaud. James laughs and Remus rolls his eyes good-naturedly. 

“Looking good,” you say appreciatively. “That silver eye glitter really suits you, honey.” 

“Thanks, gorgeous.” He sits down beside you, turning your face towards his for a kiss. 

“He did this on purpose,” James says to Remus. “He waited to finish getting ready until we were here and forced her to make a big deal out of the reveal.” 

Remus nods. “Definitely.” 

You scoff, but James sets a warm hand on your shoulder, looking at you sympathetically. “Y/N, what did he promise you? How many times did he make you practice, you poor thing?”

Sirius reaches around you to take James’ hand between his middle finger and thumb, lifting it from you like it’s trash he found on the street. “I’ll have you know,” he says, dropping it in James’ lap, “that she does this whether you’re here or not.” He lounges back against the couch cushions, sliding an arm around your shoulders. “Last night, she did the same thing when I was in my pajamas.” 

You shrug. “It was boxers and a t-shirt. I’m not a saint.” 

James guffaws, and Remus gives a little chuckle, shaking his head at you.

 “I know you mean well,” he says, “but you’re going to inflate his ego until he floats off and none of us can get him to come back to earth.” 

“He deserves it,” you say, turning to kiss his cheek. 

Sirius smirks, thumb moving over your shoulder in nice, languid strokes. “Yeah, you pricks. I deserve it.” 

James blows out a breath. “We’re doomed.”

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Flirtation

summary: when Sirius won't stop tormenting you with pet names, you think to take revenge, but he doesn't react as you expected

Sirius Black x shy!reader ♡ 546 words

You jolt a little when a hand lands on your shoulder, a second before Sirius plops down beside you in the common room. 

“Sorry, dollface,” he says, sliding his hand from your shoulder to your neck in what you suppose is meant to be a soothing motion. “Didn’t mean to scare you.”

You smile, though your heart only beats faster now that you know it’s him. “You didn’t scare me.” 

“No?” He asks, and there’s that unrelenting teasing tone in his voice. “Does my beauty just shock you every time you see me, then?”

You flush, looking to where your fingers play with the hem of your skirt. Sirius knows he can turn you into a stammering, blushing mess with only a pet name or a tilt of his lips, and he never lets you forget it. It doesn’t matter how long you’ve been dating or how much time you spend with him, you never get used to his audacity. 

“Doing alright, sweet thing?” he croons, taking your face in both hands so you have no choice but to meet his eyes. They’re alight with mirth. 

“Mhm.”

“You sure?”

“Yep.” 

“You’re blushing.” 

“I’m not.” 

“You are.” He makes an indent in your overwarm cheek with his thumb, looking entirely too entertained at your misery. And it feels unfair. Why should he be able to fluster you whenever he likes, and you can’t even bring yourself to look him in the eyes? “I know I’m a lot to take in, but really, sweetheart.” 

You force yourself to do it, before the boldness has a chance to leave you. “Sorry, baby,” you say, forcing yourself to look deep into Sirius’ cool gray eyes, “I can’t help but be nervous when you’re looking at me so prettily.” 

You relish for a moment in victory as Sirius’ eyes go wide, but then his mouth drops open and he melts. 

“What did you just call me?” he breathes.

Your confidence has exceeded its time limit. You cringe in on yourself, but Sirius catches your hands before you can use them to cover your face. 

“C’mon,” he says, in that soft voice that he almost never uses in public, the one that makes you want to curl up in his lap and tell him all your secrets, “please?”

You glance around, but no one is paying attention to the two of you. “Pretty.” It’s a whisper, but Sirius beams all the same. 

“And?” 

You slouch shamefully, sinking into the couch cushions. “Baby?” 

Sirius throws himself back like you’ve shoved him, grinning like a lunatic. He comes back to you quickly, and there’s pure, unadulterated adoration in his eyes when he says, “You’re killing me, dollface. Say it again.” 

You sigh, but indulge him. “Baby.” 

He clasps your hand between his, pulling it to his chest theatrically. “Yeah, sweetness? Whatever you want, you can have it.”

You’re trying to be exasperated with him, but you’re laughing. “Siri, stop, please.” 

He pouts. “If that’s what you want. But if you ever decide you really want something from me, just say the word, angel, and I’ll do it.” 

“Sure thing, pretty boy,” you say quietly, emboldened by his behavior, and this time, when Sirius flops back dramatically on the couch, he takes you with him.

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Sirius in December

headcanons of Sirius in the month of December and around the holiday season

warnings: a mention of sirius' negiligent/abusive family at the start

words: 0.4k

- Obviously, Sirius has a complicated relationship with the holiday season, but he does enjoy it when he's away from the Black family

- He's a rich boy, so he LOVES gift giving

- It's almost an art form with him, like he's so good at it and loves spoiling the people he's close with

- He'll always get so many gifts for you and his friends, then tell you not to worry about how much it costs or what you got him when you express concern

- He gets really into decorating, loves having his whole house be in one aesthetic for the season and will put in the work to make sure it gets to that design and stays that way

- Doesn't like baking, but if anyone bakes for him, he'll accept SO quickly

- Would not be caught dead in an ugly Christmas sweater, even if you or the Marauders are begging him to put one on

- Is absolutely fantastic at wrapping gifts and making them all pretty with bows and ribbons

- Isn't a fan of the cold, but he does like getting into snowball fights with the boys

- One reason he hates the cold weather is because he hates going outside and freezing his ass off every time he wants to smoke

- Another reason he doesn't like winter is because he insists his outfits are made for autumn

- Literally like a little boy arguing that a winter coat, a hat, and other winter accessories are all going to ruin his outfit

- He doesn't wear good winter boots for the same reason and then slips a lot on ice patches (but tries playing it cool every time even when it absolutely was not cool)

- If you're dating (or even if you're not lol), he'll put up mistletoe and try to catch you under it all the time

- He'll insist on kissing James, Remus, Peter, and anyone else if they're under the mistletoe too; he doesn't discriminate or pick favourites

- Wears the little paper crown he gets from christmas crackers WITH PRIDE and makes it look so damn good because he's Sirius fkn Black

- Candles lit 24/7 around his house in the winter

- It's partially for heat, but mostly for aesthetic purposes and mood/vibe lighting

- Gets drunk at the Marauders christmas party and have the absolute HARDEST time getting home because he already slips on ice enough as it is, but imagine that while drunk off your ass (and he definitely isn't fit to use an apparition spell with all those christmas cocktails flowing through him)

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“Gimme a kiss,” Atsumu murmurs, deep voice low in your ear. His hands are on your hips, fingers digging into the softness of your skin. 

You pull him away from you, hands cupping his face and thumb running along his cheek in the way you know he likes. You raise an eyebrow, smiling softly, “I’m wearing lipstick, you know.” This causes his eyes to drop to your lips, gaze hungry, suddenly reminded of the fact. 

“So?” he asks, eyes flicking from yours and back to your lips. “Let everyone know I belong ta ya.” 

“You’re going to walk around with my lips printed on your face?” 

He nods eagerly, ducking to bury his face in your neck. “I’ll be the happiest man alive if I got ta walk around like that.” 

This makes you laugh, your heart melt, and you reposition your arms around his shoulders to squeeze him closer to you. “You’re going to be late for practice, ‘Tsumu.”

“Just one kiss, baby. Even if it's on the cheek.” 

You sigh, but you know that he knows you’re only faking your reluctance. “Kay.” 

He pulls away from you, giving you his right cheek, and tapping his pointer finger against it with a giddy smile. You make sure to dramatize your actions, making an amplified noise when pulling away, laughing when he gives you his other cheek, and repeating your actions until he finally lowers his mouth to yours. 

He makes sure to deepen the kiss and only chases after you when you pull away, giving you little pecks and placing kisses all around your face, playfully biting your nose when it scrunches in fake disdain. When he finally separates from you, you take notice of the bright red lip marks on his cheeks, and the red tint left on his lips that are stretched into a grin. 

“How do I look?” 

“Like you are definitely mine.” 

His smile widens. “Great. ‘Xactly what I was goin’ for.” 

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I’m thinking teenage Becca angst where she gets into a minor car accident and hits a pole or something bc it’s winter and slippery and she’s totally fine but the car is totaled but all Bucky hears in her phone call is “hit a pole with my car” and he’s losing it.

OKAY FUCKK (i literally did not even consider proof-reading this so if it's ass. Lol. we all have our moments i guess.)

Bucky sits next to you in bed, wearing just boxers, crew socks, and his charming wire-frame glasses. With soft muscles on display, you're thankful that Becca won't be home from her friend's house until later.

"I'm gonna smoke in a minute, if you wanna come out with me." He offers, and turns to look at you.

You stare at his lips, at his scruffy facial hair that makes him finally look like somebody's dad, and at the tattoos that creep up his neck and behind his ears. You almost forget to respond. "I'm okay tonight."

He nods in understanding and swings his legs over the side of the bed, sifting through drawers to find sweats and a hoodie to protect himself against the chilly winter weather. He takes a preroll from the nightstand drawer and leans over the bed to kiss you carefully before he steps out.

It only takes a couple of minutes before he comes back in, hysterical. He smells like weed, which is to be expected, but you know he couldn't have finished the joint he took with him so quickly.

"Bucky, what's wrong?"

"You have to drive- Rebecca crashed her car, she's-"

"What?" You stand from bed quickly, pulling on the first pair of pants you find, which happen to be Bucky's plaid pajama pants. All of the worst possibilities flood your mind. You start to choke up. "Is she okay? Where is she?"

"She's by, um, fuck, she's by the convenience store. Please, you need to drive."

"Bucky, is she fucking okay?"

"I don't know!" He shouts, and you forgive him quickly for yelling when his voice cracks and he wipes a tear from his cheek.

You slide on a pair of shoes and hop into the car, following Bucky's navigation instructions and screeching the car to a stop when you spot her car and then her, standing with her arms crossed on the sidewalk, analyzing the wreckage her poor CR-V has been reduced to.

Bucky's already holding her face, inspecting every inch of her, asking her if anything hurts by the time that you get out of the car. You take an extra jacket from your backseat and wrap it around her before Bucky envelopes the both of you in a massive hug.

He sniffles and holds her head against his chest while she cries, too.

"Are you sure nothing hurts? Not your head or your spine or your chest or anything? How fast were you going—did the seatbelt get you?"

"I swear I wasn't speeding or anything, it's just slippery, and I've never driven in the winter before, and-"

"It's okay, Becca, I know. It's alright." He kisses her head and squeezes her tighter. "That's not what I'm asking. I just want you to be okay."

"I'm okay, dad."

You notice Bucky's hand shaking almost violently when he moves it to zip her borrowed jacket, and you know it isn't because it's cold outside. "Can I go sit in the car?" She asks quietly. "I'm so fucking cold."

You nod and kiss her forehead. "Of course you can."

She climbs into the backseat and shuts the door, and you watch her reach into the front to turn up the heat. You turn to Bucky and wrap your arms around his neck. He drops his head and starts crying again almost immediately.

"I know, Bucky, I know. It's okay—she's okay." You rub his back and he quickly starts fully sobbing.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry I'm not trying to cry-" He tries to breathe deeply but it hardly works. "I just feel like I'm gonna fucking throw up. I'm just always so scared for her and I was so afraid of this happening and I know that it could've been worse, but-"

"It's alright, Buck. We'll handle it. Right? She'll be okay."

He nods and swallows thickly.

After about another hour of reporting her accident, calling a tow truck, waiting for it to arrive, and helping Bucky quit imagining all of the ways in which it could have been detrimentally worse, you end up at the emergency room.

They examine her quickly and give her a Tylenol for the sore bruises on her chest from her seat belt. While Bucky's outside smoking a cigarette and you're waiting for the final results of the x-ray they took of her chest, she tells you that she just wants to go home. You agree.

She practically lays across the backseat when you finally make it to the car.

You arrive back at home almost three hours after you first left, with Becca half asleep in the backseat and Bucky anxiously holding onto the handle on the door. You say goodnight to her downstairs, but Bucky walks up to her room with her, bringing her a glass of water and an ice pack for her swollen—not broken, thankfully, just painful—ankle.

You brush your teeth and resume the position that you took a few hours ago, this time feeling significantly more tired. He joins you soon enough, resting his head on your chest silently, firmly planting a hand on your waist.

"I love you." He whispers against you, kissing your shirt softly. "I'm really glad Becca's okay."

"I am, too." You push your hand down the back of his shirt, rubbing your thumb across the soft skin of his back, mulling over the stress of the night.

He sighs. "I wish I'd finished that joint, though. Probably wouldn't have cried so much."

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Hi, ily 💜 For the seven sentence thing, 1940s!bucky and his girl getting ice cream on their date at Coney Island?

taste test | b.b.

a/n: i definitely wrote this with set me free!bucky in mind because i can't let go of them but this can easily be read as a standalone

"Come on, angel," Bucky grinned, pulling you back in by the wrist. "Just a little taste?"

"Keep on dreaming," you said, twisting around in his arms again and keeping the rest of your ice cream just out of his reach. "It’s not my fault you demolished yours like you were trying to win a contest."

"You wound me," he said with mock exasperation, and then, before you could even comprehend what was happening, he abruptly yanked your hand up and dipped your nose into your cone.

You gasped at the sudden cold, but the glint in Bucky’s eye only turned a little more wicked as he stepped ever closer, a mumbled "my bad" on his lips.

When he finally kissed your mouth, he tasted like the ice cream that was slowly dripping onto his shoes.

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Hi🍂🍁🍃 Can you do an SFW alphabet for Bucky Barnes? Please and thank you!💙🌊❄️❄️☄️☄️

I love writing for Bucky ❤

...............🦾Bucky SFW alphabet🦾 .........................

A = Affection 

Bucky tends to not be very affectionate with his lover, of course he does love you a lot but he’s just not the best at showing it

When Bucky does show affection it’s usually in the form of his patting your back or ruffling your hair Sometimes when you catch him in his soft moments he’ll pull you into a loose hug and rest his head in the crook of your neck

B = Best friend

If you were Bucky’s best friend you would see a lot more of a care free side of him, drinking, laughing overall just a happier person Of course you see more of that when you’re his partner but if your his friend he’ll joke around with you and open up a bit more about his past

C = Cuddles 

Bucky doesn’t like cuddling very much, he’s not much of a hugger so by default he’s not much of a cuddler either But some nights he does feel like cuddling and on those nights he’ll usually just spoon with you as little spoon and him as big spoon, no matter height difference

D = Domestic

Bucky is always on the move so a domestic life isn’t something he yearns for very often He’s okay at cooking and cleaning but domestic life just doesn’t suit him

E = Ending 

Very solemnly, you probably won’t hear from him again after that

F = Fiance(e) 

Bucky would love to get married to you, love to hear your heartbeat pounding against his ear, he would love to wake up every morning with you safely tucked into his arms, but he doesn’t know if thats possible 

If he does plan on marrying you he’ll probably date you for a couple years before proposing

G = Gentle

Bucky see’s you as a little bird with a broken, bloody wing and all he wants to do is cradle you and fix you, so he’s very gentle with you but also strict to make sure you stay safe Physically he’s incredibly gentle and almost afraid of himself when it comes to holding and touching youfuck

Emotionally he comes off as a little harsh but it’s only because he’s not good at expressing emotions (specifically love) 

H = Hugs 

He tends not to hug very often but when he does their very loose and easy to get out of, for some reason he always just assumes you’ll want to wriggle out of his grasp and is always surprised when you don't and hug him back

I = I love you 

Saying ‘I love you’ feels like a very private thing so he tends not to say it often but when he does he means it

J = Jealousy 

Bucky gets very jealous very often, but just doesn’t bring it up since he feels embarrassed about it 

If someone brushes your arm when walking by you, or seems to be flirting with you he’ll act all grumpy and mad

K = Kisses 

He likes to give you small kisses on the cheek and forehead, especially when hugging you

In general he would like you to kiss him anywhere and everywhere, he’s just bad at vocalizing what he wants

L = Little ones 

Bucky is very stoic around children, he doesn’t think he’d be a good father so he kinda gets all tense and scared 

M = Morning 

Bucky is an early riser and tends to wake up earlier than you and make himself a cup of coffee and some cereal for breakfast, if you do wake up and catch him before he leaves he’ll give you a small kiss and whisper goodbye to you before he leaves

N = Night 

Bucky tends to stay up late at night, either holding you close to him and thinking about all the horrible traumas of his past or just reading 

O = Open 

Once Bucky feels comfortable around you he’ll slowly start to open up about his past with Hydra and Cap, it’ll happen over a short period of time and you won’t get that much information at first, but once he gets used to talking about it with you the words seem to flow from him so much easier 

P = Patience 

He’s very stoic and quiet so it’s a little hard to tell but he gets angry rather easily

Q = Quizzes 

He has an incredibly good memory so he always remembers anniversaries and birthdays and little details you may have told him 

R = Remember 

His favorite moment in the relationship was the first time you kissed him,  remembering your soft lips and hope filled eyes and the warm tones that lit up your body never fails to make him smile 

S = Security 

Bucky is silently protective of you, if he senses danger he’ll quickly step in front of you to protect you and will definitely take a bullet for you

T = Try 

Bucky isn’t very creative but he puts lots of effort into gifts and dates because he loves you a lot! But they might not turn out the best…even still keep in mind he tried!

U = Ugly 

Bucky has a bad habit of coming across as very emotionally closed off, mumbling a lot and just generally being quiet 

V = Vanity 

Was never very concerned with his looks before but for you he’ll put effort into looking good!

W = Whole 

He would feel very incomplete and sad without your D:

X = Xtra 

When you’re asleep sometimes Bucky will gently wrap your hand in his and press together your foreheads, basking in the warmth you bring to both his body and heart, he really loves you <3

Y = Yuck

A big no for Bucky is if you pry for information about his past, he needs time to come out and talk about it and he doesn’t like being pressured

Z = Zzz 

Tends to stick to his own side of the best when it comes to sleeping but on colder nights he likes to gently hold you with one hand 

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       𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐰𝐨: 𝐬𝐰𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧 

summary ─ evidence of the good loving you got was very visible.

pairing ─ husband!bucky barnes x wife!reader

warnings ─ implied smut, fluff, established relationship, pet names, in love bucky bc lbr

Smiling contently, you walked towards Bucky, your husband, with the skirt of your white summer dress fluffing up with the breeze.

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Hungry

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: The simple man that he is, Bucky Barnes just wants to eat you out... but things don't always go his way

Warnings: Smut, oral sex, swearing, probably spelling mistakes

Words: 1,527

A/N: I was writing part 2 of Rogue when this idea came to mind and I just had to get it out! Enjoy!

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Bucky was frustrated. No, he was annoyed. No, he was angry. Every time he was ready to devour you, something interrupted you both. He’d had enough, this was too much now. 

Bucky was beyond sexually frustrated but it wasn’t because he wasn’t getting a release. Oh no, you’d gotten him off twice with your hand and once with your mouth. No, it was because he hadn’t been able to eat you out yet. 

Bucky Barnes was a simple man. He loved to watch a good ass jiggle, and he loved to bury his mouth in pussy. As long as got to do that, he was content, happy. While your pleasure was a key reason as to why we wanted to devour you, though he had more than satisfied you with his skilled fingers, he was also a little selfish.

He could smell you. Everytime you got wet, every time you were turned on, his enhanced sense of smell could pick up the scent of you from where you dripped between your thighs. And it made his mouth water with want, because by god, you smelt delicious.

He was hungry for you, ravenous. 

And yet, he had yet to taste you, though he had gotten close twice.

The first time, you’d been laid on his couch, panties discarded in a corner. His hands held onto you, squeezing the soft meat of your thighs as he kissed his way down your stomach. He’d never seen you with so little clothing - your top pushed up your chest with the cup of your bra pulled down. Your relationship was still new, you’d only been dating a few months and had only gone so far as heavy petting, but he’d been looking forward to this moment.

He let out a hum as he got closer, your scent filling his nose, his enhanced sense of smell storing your scent in the safe pocket of his mind. He could feel himself straining in his jeans as he bit your hip, sucking bruises into the tops of your thighs.

Just as your gentle moan filled the air when his warm breath ghosted over your heat, the phone rang. Ordinarily, you’d both ignore a ringing phone but you had set up a special ringtone for emergencies. The shirl noise, attached to the emergency line, filled the room, breaking the spell which coated you both. 

You both let out a groan as you rolled from underneath Bucky, reaching for the phone…

The call had been a real emergency, summoning you both for an intense three day mission to the Arctic to head a rescue operation of two dozen researchers.

The second time happens a week later. Bucky has you pinned against the wall and your back tingles in excitement as tongue melds against yours. His hands tug at your pants, pulling them down your legs and letting them fall around your ankles. Quick kisses are pressed to your throat before he falls to his knees before you.

Warmth floods you and you know your panties are soaked as he looks up at you. His blue eyes are darkened and misted with lust, his fluffy hair messy on his forehead as he buries his face in your stomach. You as your thighs squeeze together, pussy pushing towards his face as strong hands squeeze your ass cheeks.

“Bucky,” you gasp his name, hand buried in his hair, your own head tilted back against the wall.

“Please, baby,” he presses a kiss against your pubic bone and then biting the flesh of your inner thigh as he moves to grab the sides of your panties.

Ice water pours over you when you hear a key enter the lock of the door next to you. You both freeze for a moment before you’re wrestling to pull your pants up.

“Hey, Buck!” Sam’s calling, unlocking the door as Bucky pushes you into the living room while you're still trying to button up your jeans…

It was needless to say that Sam did not receive a warm welcome from his teammate and best friend, because Bucky glared daggers at him the whole evening.

Feeling frustrated, Bucky entered his home, locking the door behind him. He rolled his shoulders, schooling his face to hide his annoyance because he knew you were waiting for him, having asked for his key earlier on that day. The reminder made him smile, the warmth he felt when you had asked him for his house key so you could have dinner ready for when he arrived home.

“Doll?” he called, hanging up his jacket. 

“In here Bucky, your dinner’s ready” you shout back.

“Great, I’m starving,” he saids to himself, making his way towards the dining room.

He freezes in the doorway, eyes widening and jaw dropping. 

You lay on the table, leaning on your elbows with your ass near the edge, completely naked. Your feet frame your hips, legs spread and your pussy in perfect view, glistening under the lighting. The fingers of your left hand part your lower lips, finger capturing the dewey nectar and bringing it to circle your clit. 

“I prepared your dinner… are you hungry?” your voice is the picture of innocence, as if you had just cooked him a streak and placed it down on the table rather than sitting there naked before him.

It took Bucky a moment before he nodded, moving to sit in the single seat at the table, right between your legs. “God, yes.”

His chair scotches closer as his arms wrap around your thighs, hands gripping them to ensure they remain open. You removed your fingers, laying back against the table and reaching above you to hold the other edge. 

Warm lips kiss their way up your thighs and the muscles in your stomach tense at teasing. A mix between a cry and a moan is pulled from you when a wet tongue presses against you. The tip of his tongue catches on your opening before swirling around your clit, guiding it to the lips and giving it a welcoming suckle. 

Your back arched as he hummed at his first taste of you. He knew you smelt good, and he knew you’d taste good too… but this was beyond what he expected. You were both sweet and tart, an intoxicating concoction which made his head cloud and his cock harden. 

Your cries sent heat down his back, arousing him just as much as your taste did. 

His hands held you down by your hips as his mouth feasted on you. His tongue circled your clit, leaving to tease at your entrance and making your back arch with desire. Your right leg moved to lock over his shoulder, holding his face to your cunt as you arched against him.

“Bucky, please” you begged.

Bucky watched you, looking over his arm as it was pinning down your waist. Your head was tilted back against the table, but he could see the strain of your throat from where you gasped from pleasure. You left hand squeezed your breast, playing with the pebbled nibble and your hips chased his eager tongue. 

With his metal arm holding you down, his flesh hand was free to trace your open. His pointer finger stroked you, teased you, until your voice broke as you begged for him. Only then did he push his finger into your fluttering opening. 

You cried his name as the heat and pressure in your lower stomach built. Your body was tense, on the edge of a ground-breaking orgasm, and you were seconds from falling over that bridge. 

Your thighs squeezed around his head, his rocking desperately against his mouth as you chased you end and then… Then, with his lips around your clit, he hummed.

The dam burst and you cried out as the pressure in your lower stomach released. A wave went through your body, shocks shaking through you as you rock under him, hand buried in his hair. 

You could feel your juices leaking as he continued to help you ride your orgasim, prolonging the tingles which cover every part of your body. 

It wasn’t until you gently pushed at him did he begin to pull away. Removing his fingers from your pussy, but bending lower to clean you with his tongue, moaning as your taste filled his senses. 

When you were cleaned of your orgasm, his mouth full of you, he stood his seat. He kisses his way up your body, sucking your nipple into his mouth and giving it a little nibble before continuing his way up your neck and to your ear. 

You cried out as you felt his hardness press against you, as he thrusted his hips into yours and your eyes rolled back in your head. 

“Best meal I’ve ever had,” Bucky says, sucking your earlobe into his mouth. “Would die a happy man if I got the same dinner every night for the rest of my life.”

“Fuck,” you breathe, chest heating at his words, arching against his chest, head turning to press your nose against his. 

“Na, honey, that wasn’t fucking… this is fucking,” he tells you, reaching to unbuckle his belt.

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[broadcastingstories]

just the way you are

BUCKY BARNES X READER

summary: bucky’s acting strange lately, and you find out why

warnings: fluff, jealous!bucky, bucky being a show off

wc: 914

masterlist

a/n: inspired by those tiktoks of people taking their partners to watch top gun maverick and regretting it after lol

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[broadcastingstories]

Red Henley

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x female reader

Word Count: 4.5k

Summary: Bucky spending the night becomes a regular occurrence, but what does that look like in your every day life? What does it mean for a rough day of work cutting into other plans? 

Ch 11 of the Neighbors Series | Masterlist | Ch. 10 | Ch. 12

Warnings: mild language, sexual themes (they’re horny), lots of pet names both new and old, maybe a teeny tiny hint of angst? It’s mostly fluff

AN: a normal-sized chapter, how cute 😂 This is actually double the size I originally planned it to be, but I can’t find myself being mad about it, there’s some good development here if you know what I mean 😉 I’m already mentally writing the beginning of the next chapter I’m so freaking excited you guys, you have no idea. Thank you as always to @deceiverofgodss for suffering through this with me, and I hope you enjoy! 💛

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Soft lips on your cheek…

That was the first thing you felt, gentle kisses being scattered across your face as the morning sun filtered in to light the room beyond your eyelids. You hummed groggily, the effects of sleep slowly fading as you were brought to life, feeling the warmth that came with being cradled in a certain someone’s very muscular arms. 

“Good morning,” Bucky whispered, sounding much more awake than you did, as usual. You only groaned in response, earning a chuckle. “I know, sugar, but you gotta get up for work. I let you sleep as long as I could.” 

“Are you taking on the role of my personal alarm clock?” You teased, your voice still tired as you shifted and stretched in the bed. 

“I figured I was preferable to the annoying sound of the alarm you’re gonna snooze anyway,” you smiled as he kissed you, soft and slow. 

This had been your morning routine for the past few days, and honestly? It was divine. There was no place you’d rather be, his hands cupping your jaw to move you as he pleased – kissing your smiling face with an expression that matched – and his unnecessarily large biceps acting like a shield from anything outside of your little corner of the world. 

“C’mon, let me see those pretty eyes.” If you weren’t lying in bed your knees would have buckled. Begrudgingly, you peeked one eye open to find him glowing in the early morning light, his sparkling blues watching you reverently. “There’s my girl. All the way open or I’m gonna push you outta bed.” 

There was your troublemaker. 

“You wouldn’t.” You felt his weight lift off of you, and leave the mattress. You shot your eyes open, knowing he’d make good on his promise – or at least get really close – and found him on his knees beside you. “No don’t, I’m awake, James,” you pleaded, scrambling to get up, desperately trying to find a purchase on his large frame. 

“Would you look at that, she lives,” he chuckled as you clung onto him, the deep sound rumbling through his chest. Large hands found your body and pressed you impossibly closer to him, cradling your head into the crook of his neck. You felt the vibrations of his amused hum when you started placing sleepy kisses on his neck. 

Bucky’s hands drifted down your backside, brushing over your ass as he gripped your legs, locking them around his hips as he shuffled backwards off of the bed. He carried you through your apartment until your feet hit the tile floor of your bathroom where he cupped your cheeks, kissed your eyelids, and left you to get ready. You smiled, opening your eyes to watch him give you a playful grin before disappearing into the rest of the apartment. 

Your reflection in the mirror reminded you of what had happened the other night, feeling your cheeks heat up when the only slightly faded hickey sat  proudly on your chest, the neck of your loose sleep shirt doing nothing to conceal it. At the very least, you weren’t forced to wear obvious scarves and turtlenecks or copious amounts of makeup like a teenager, but it was in just the right spot that you still had to be careful with your wardrobe. One wrong slip, or pull of a necklace, and it could be out there for the world to see. 

To his credit, he’d been thoughtful in his placement. And in his favor, you were practically giddy every time you had to “hide” it. 

Bucky was a man of routine. He’d said once that if there hadn’t been a war going on, he might have enjoyed being in the army a bit more for that reason. And while your morning routines had been occurring in the same space for the last few days, you still were never mentally prepared for what was waiting for you in the living room when you were dressed and ready. 

“Can I make you somethin, sugar?” Bucky asked sweetly, no sign of struggle in his voice as he pumped out a ridiculous amount of push ups just from the time it took you to step into the room. 

Good god it was doing wonders for his back. He opted not to put a shirt on – it hadn’t taken long for him to sleep that way as well – showing off his rippling muscles and his broad shoulders. Every so often the stretch of skin where black vibranium met his shoulder blade would disappear behind the ridges of his back. It was making your head spin, and something else clench around nothing. 

“You still with me?” He chuckled, and you realized you hadn’t responded. Luckily he hadn’t looked up at you from his position to see more than your feet stopped in front of him, else he would have caught you gawking at his bulging biceps. 

“Hm? Oh I- no, ‘m fine,” you managed, screwing your head back on and turning to make yourself something quick before work. Something that would require very little focus, because right now you had none to spare.  

Bucky’s morning workouts had been both a blessing and a curse. It was wonderful getting to start your day with that view, and you wanted to appreciate the art form that was his body. At the same time, your mind wandered to dangerous places, which had a tendency to make for a slightly uncomfortable drive to work and no chance at doing anything about it.

You popped bread into the toaster before grabbing your bag and making sure you had everything you needed. Phone, wallet, keys, inappropriate thoughts about Bucky Barnes… check. 

“Hey, I was thinking… your birthday is coming up next week,” you started, not looking at him as you found something else to fiddle with in the kitchen. “Did you want to do anything?”

“How’d you know that?” he asked with a grunt that you willed yourself to ignore. 

“It’s on a wall next to your face at the museum.” 

“Ah.” With another grunt and a thump, you peeked around the counter to see him sprawled out on the floor, tilting his head back to look at you upside down. He gave you a noncommittal sound and a shrug in response to your question, and you rolled your eyes as you walked up to him. 

“Nothing? C’mon, we could do whatever you want. Go downtown and do something fun, maybe a nice dinner, or something you used to do with your family? I could get your favorite kind of cake, put all one hundred and six candles on it,” you teased with a playful expression. 

He chuckled as you kneeled beside his spot on the floor. “Please don’t, you’ll burn your apartment down. I kinda like it here.” You hummed in amusement, and when you kept waiting for an answer he released a breath, looking up at the ceiling as he fiddled with his dog tags. 

“My ma used to make this chocolate cake that had weird stuff in it, with milk and eggs being so expensive. Other than that…” He shrugged again, and you were ready to try and tease him for not giving you a full answer, but you saw a flicker of something cross his face and let him continue. “But I always did something with my sister. Take her to the movies or drive out to get lunch somewhere new. Even when she went away for school, she always made a point to write or send a care package.” 

While Bucky reminisced, you were starting to form a plan of your own. You knew Bucky well enough by now, he wasn’t going to ask to do anything on his own; he always put in more effort than he ever expected in return. He would give you ideas, shrug it off, and leave it up to you. 

“I see you thinking,” he said after a few moments, smirking up at you. “Don’t go doing anything crazy, I’m more than happy just to stay here with you.” He brought a hand up to cup your cheek as you rolled your eyes at him, brushing his thumb across it softly. 

“Well, you’re getting the chocolate cake,” you said with determination, earning you a chuckle.

“Whatever you want, sugar. As long as I get to do this.” Bucky sat up and reached around your middle, rolling the both of you over so he was pinning you down on the floor in all his half naked glory. Boyish grin on his handsome face, glistening abs that led your eyes down to the band of his grey sweatpants…

Oh.

Before you had any time to process how hot your cheeks were, his lips were on yours. Slow and languid, the way he knew would make your brain go fuzzy. His tongue teased your lips, and your brain couldn’t decide whether it wanted to focus on the way he was kissing you, or the weight you could feel pressing into your thigh. His touch was featherlight as he caressed your sides, and you instinctively carded your hands through his hair as you leaned into the kiss, resting them around his neck. 

Not even a few moments later, he attacked. 

Strong hands and vibranium fingers dug into your ticklish spots, and you convulsed underneath him, trying to get out of his grasp. Your face hurt with the force of your smile, his deep laughter mixing in with yours as he gave you no mercy, caging you in place so you couldn’t escape. 

“Buck- James please, I can’t-” you tried, pushing at his hands in a desperate attempt for a breath. When he finally let up, his arms slinked around your waist and he buried his face into your neck. 

“Mmm, is this where you put that new perfume?” he hummed, scattering kisses there before you could answer, his amused breath causing you to flinch away from him. “It smells good. Just as sweet as you,” he continued, punctuating his words with kisses across your cheeks. 

You were vaguely aware of the sound of the toaster popping in the background, but the supersoldier on top of you paid no mind to it. “Bucky, let me up,” you managed through a giggle. “I- that’s my-”

“Sorry excuse for a breakfast, I know,” he groaned. He attached his lips to yours one more time – sneaky bastard poured himself into this one, and it took you longer than it should have to make a noise in rebuttal. Reluctantly, he got off of you, standing up and offering his hand to pull you up. 

His hands may have left you, but his eyes didn’t. 

“How about we do somethin’ tonight?” he asked as you were finishing up your slice of toast and gathering your belongings. His voice was deep, smooth, and when you turned to look at him his expression matched. Eyebrow cocked, and signature grin on his face as he leaned against the counter, one hand on his hip. 

Could he not be that hot for two damn minutes?

“You can’t decide on something to do for your birthday, but you want to make special plans for tonight,” you teased. 

“C’mon, I’m serious, let me do something for you. We could go out, get dressed up all fancy,” he drawled, and it was embarrassing how quickly he made a mess of you. 

“Like we do every Saturday?” 

“No, I mean like… a classy dinner, nice slacks and a button down,” he started, his tongue darting out to lick his pretty pink lips. He pushed off of the counter and made his way over to where you were rooted to the spot, standing tall right in front of you and brushing the tips of his fingers up your sides. “Maybe a little black dress with those red shoes you like so much… How’s that sound, baby?” 

It was too early in the morning for thoughts like these. And his tone mixed with his lack of clothing was not helping your situation. 

“I- yeah that sounds, hm, that sounds good,” you managed through a shiver. 

“Good,” Bucky smirked, hooking a finger under your jaw and pulling your face close to his. This time his kiss was hungry, but it was quick, taking his chance when your lips parted to push into you. As soon as you let out a whimper he eased off, and you felt him smile against you. Your eyes fluttered open when he parted, his baby blues darkened by his pupils. “I’ll see you tonight.” 

He slipped away from you, winking as he turned around and walked – strutted – back into your bedroom. Your body told you to follow him, your watch told you otherwise. You cursed under your breath and grabbed your bag, beginning the uncomfortable journey to work with a puddle in your lower region. 

…

He was excited for tonight. Very excited. Was there a plan? Maybe not. But if the best he could pull together was a candle lit home cooked dinner and romantic atmosphere, that’s what he was going to do. 

After spending the past few nights sleeping in the same bed as you, cuddled up under the covers with you tucked under his arm, Bucky could only tame the desires creeping up on him for so long. He loved being your man, every up and down that came with it, he was completely and absolutely smitten. He loved all of your soft sleepy smiles when you first wake up, the way your hands felt gliding over his body, how your eyes sparkled when you looked at him. 

He might be a super soldier but he was still human, with instinctive human desires. The first time he’d spent the night, he’d gotten a glimpse of what it would be like if he let himself push farther, at least before you two had been interrupted. He wanted to feel your hands roaming his body for purchase again, feel your hungry mouth on his, and have you whimpering his name as he settled between your thighs. 

He wanted you bad. If he was being honest with himself, it had been a long time coming. But he didn't use to struggle as much keeping those thoughts at bay, reminding himself to wait it out, to make sure it was what you both really wanted. Though now he didn’t have any reason to doubt you wanted him just as much, especially after how easy it was to fluster you this morning, and his resolve was cracking. 

Dinner would be good. If he could pull it off. He doubted he could get a reservation anywhere really nice, and if he could, it was a gamble whether or not he could actually afford it. He got enough from the government to get by, maybe do a little bit extra, but he was by no means well-off. Did he risk taking you to the roof and hope nobody else had the same idea? Or did he just play it safe in your living room, aided by dim lighting and slow music? Whatever the plan was, he would need flowers, so that’s where he would start. 

That’s where he was a few hours after you’d left for work when his phone rang, stepping away from the bouquets he was perusing when your name came up on the screen, and answering as he stepped out of the shop near your apartment building. 

“Hey sweetheart, how’s it going?” He asked, a warm smile on his face as he greeted you. 

“It’s… it’s okay.” He picked up on your tone immediately. Something wasn’t right. 

“What’s going on? What happened?”

“How do you do that?” You tried to laugh, but it was choked. He could tell you had been crying, and he didn’t like it one bit. 

“I know you, sweets. Talk to me, what’s wrong?” He heard you take a shaky breath on your end and waited patiently for your response. 

“I just… I- it’s already been a long day. I’m on my lunch now, but things just keep adding up and I’m drained.” He hated hearing you like this, your voice so weak and quiet. All he wanted to do right now was hold you, make you feel safe. “I was really looking forward to what you had planned for tonight, but I don’t even know when I’ll make it home. I can try to-”

“Hey, don’t worry about it. Just try and make it through the day as best as you can, alright?” 

“I don’t want to ruin any plans that you-” 

“You’re not ruining anything, doll. We’ll save it for another night, I promise.” He heard you groan on the other side, followed by a sniffle. “Do you want me to come rescue you?” he teased, only half joking. 

“Ugh, don’t even tempt me, I might seriously take you up on it,” you laughed, and it made him feel better when it came a little easier than your last one. “I’m sorry-”

“Don’t,” he scolded. “I’ll see you later tonight, okay?” He waited for your confirmation before saying your goodbyes, leaving him to reconsider his next course of action. 

He shoved his plans for a romantic – suggestive was the better word if he was being honest – evening into the corner of his mind. He would have plenty of other chances to come back to it when you were ready, but tonight needed to be different. Maybe he wouldn’t attempt a fancy dinner, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t try to make it special. 

Bucky turned on his heel to step inside the florist’s shop once again with a new mission. 

…

When you were finally clearing the top of the stairs that led to your front door, you were beat. Physically and emotionally exhausted, and you only had the mental capacity to keep putting one foot in front of the other so you could get inside of your apartment and crash. 

It was disappointing, honestly, how differently your night was supposed to have gone. Bucky had been tantalizing, and thoughts of where the night would have led filled your head right up until everything started going sideways. You shook your head to rid yourself of any more thoughts of work, fishing your keys out of your purse to push open your door. 

Whatever you expected to see, this was not it. Your apartment was dark save for the candles that decorated your coffee table and kitchen counters, the calming aroma they offered hitting your senses, and you saw a small bouquet of your favorite flowers in a vase on the counter. As you slowly made your way into the apartment you closed the door behind you, the smell of something deliciously familiar filling your nose. Before you could call out to the prime suspect, Bucky stepped out of your room in one of his henleys and a new pair of soft pants. When your eyes met his, he offered you a gentle smile. 

“James… what is all this?” you asked softly, battling the emotions that were threatening to come back up. 

“I know this isn’t what we talked about this morning, but you had a long day, and I still wanted to do something special for you,” he admitted, his brows furrowed in concern as he continued to look at you. “I figured you hadn’t eaten, so I found that recipe you said was your favorite. I doubled the garlic like you told me last time.” You hummed in amusement and took another inhale. 

“It smells amazing.” 

“Good, I’m glad. I just hope it tastes as good as it smells,” he smiled softly. After a few moments he continued. “I’ve got a blanket and fresh pajamas in the dryer, and I laid out my old red henley on your bed. It should still smell like me if you- I knew you’d like that,” he grinned, seeing your reaction written very plainly across your face. You dropped your things unceremoniously on the floor where you stood, and started moving towards him. “I wanted to try and make tonight a little better than-” 

Before he could finish his sentence you had flung your arms around his neck, forcing his hands to reach out and hold you steady against him, and locking your lips onto his. It only took a moment for him to catch up, his large hands running soothingly down your back while he kissed you. 

When your lips parted you rested your forehead onto his, which he reciprocated in earnest, his strong hold on you never faltering. “This is the most romantic thing anyone has ever done for me,” you gushed, nuzzling the tip of your nose against his when they kept bumping. 

“Really? A home cooked meal and fresh linens? The bar is kind of low, don’t ‘ya think?” he teased, and you rolled your eyes as you tucked into the crook of his neck. 

“Joke all you want, but I’m serious. This is… it’s wonderful, Buck.” He pressed light kisses to the top of your head as he cradled you into him, and you melted into his arms, basking in his gentle affection. He was warm and cozy, strong and sturdy, and you could hear that big heart of his beating soundly in his chest. 

“Don’t fall asleep on me just yet, sugar,” he mused, and you could hear the handsome smile on his face. “I’ve got something else for you after dinner.” 

“What more could you possibly have planned?” 

“You’re gonna have to stay up and see.” 

…

He should have thought this through. Did he regret his decision? Absolutely not. Could he have put half a second more thought into it? Most definitely. 

Dinner had gone over like a dream; you sauntered out of your room bundled up in warm pajamas with a blanket around your shoulders, sunk into couch cushions as he got you a serving, and looked close to orgasmic when the first bite had passed your lips. Afterwards he’d insisted on carrying you into the bedroom for the last part of his surprise, the blanket having been cast aside to expose your choice in pajamas; his red henley, and a pair of nonexistent sleep shorts. He hadn’t realized quite how small they were when he’d thrown them in the dryer. Which led him to his current predicament. 

You were laid out on your stomach with the covers pulled back like he’d instructed, looking like a goddamn dream, while he was supposed to be helping you wind down from the day. How exactly he thought he’d be able to give you a back massage he had no idea, because he hadn’t accounted for the human error in the equation, in this case being the semi hard-on in his pants. 

Bucky approached the bed, watching you shift as the mattress dipped underneath him, careful not to jostle you too much. Acting on instinct, he braced himself over you with one hand on either side of your waist, leaning down to place chaste kisses below your ear. 

You smiled as the sensation tickled your sensitive skin, but you didn’t shy away as he spoke. “You look cute in my shirt. Do me a favor?” You hummed in response, eyes closed as you relaxed into the bed. “Don’t give it back to me.”

“Why, don’t like this one anymore?” You giggled, feigning innocence. 

“I’ve been trying to give it to you for a while now, you keep washing it and giving it back,” he grumbled, playing along with your game. There was half a second where his judgment clouded, allowing him a soft nip to your earlobe before whispering in your ear. “Kinda missing the point of stealin your man’s clothes, babygirl.” 

You shivered underneath him. Shivered. He was gonna hang onto that for another time. Right now it was about you, about making you feel better. 

Which meant that when he sat up to get to work, he stayed on his side of the bed to avoid you feeling him slot between your-

Head out of the gutter, Barnes. 

He started at your lower back, digging his thumbs into your tired muscles and working away the tension. You made clear signs or relief as he worked, turning to putty beneath his hands in an instant. 

“You wanna talk about what happened at work today?” He tried gently, nothing but sweetness in his voice. 

You shook your head as much as you could while pressed into the pillows. “Not tonight.” Something must have really shaken you today, you always spilled your guts to him when you got home, for better or for worse. “I just want to be here with you right now, we can talk about it another day.”

“You’ve got me,” he assured you. “My complete, undivided attention.” There was a pleased sound that came from you, and then a pause for a few moments while he waited for you to initiate the conversation. Or the silence, whichever suited you best. 

“I was thinking, about your birthday…” you started hesitantly, and he could only imagine what might be coming next as you braced for his response. “What if we go to New York?” 

He hadn’t been expecting that one. 

“Yeah?” he asked, his hands stopping momentarily as he gave his promised undivided focus. “What do you want to do up there?” 

“Not sure, really. But I was thinking, Brooklyn boy, it might be nice for you to show me around your old stomping ground?” You shrugged, in a way that he knew meant you were trying to keep it casual and low level, when you were actually bursting at the seams with a much stronger emotion. 

“I have a feeling my neck of the woods has changed quite a bit since I left,” he reminded you with a chuckle. “I don’t know how good of a tour guide I’d be.” 

“It might be nice to see what’s changed? Your birthday is on Sunday. We could take a weekend and go explore, see what’s new and what’s still there… I don’t know, I just thought it might be fun.” There it was again; this shrug meant that you really, really, really wanted to get him up to Brooklyn. He’d be the first to admit it was a tempting offer… and he’d never been good at being able to tell you ‘no.’

“Sounds like a plan.” You wiggled excitedly underneath him, remembering to settle back to a still position when his hands resumed their work. 

By the time his hands had traveled up to your shoulders, he was convinced you were only halfway conscious. He took advantage of his stealthy skill set, making almost no difference when he eased off of the mattress to get up and turn out the lamp on your nightstand. He pulled the covers back up around you, and ever so gently sliding himself back into bed. You only stirred when he leaned over to press a featherlight kiss to your forehead, instinctively seeking him out for more. 

“G’night Buck…” you drawled, and he couldn’t help the smile that crept onto his face. He pulled you a little closer, wrapped his arms around you right, and felt peace wash over him as you snuggled closer fast asleep. 

“Good night, peach.”

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[broadcastingstories]

A Taste of Submission

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader (Beefy!Bucky)

Word Count: 579

Summary: You love being Bucky’s good girl. 

Author’s Note: So this is for my sweet friend DJ’s @ramp-it-up I love you 3000 Writing Challenge! Congratulations my love! You’re amazing and deserve it all and MORE! Thank you so much for hosting! So there are quite a few things I LOVE here…first and foremost, Bucky but a close second is the HAIR TIE! My love @tuiccim dropped an amazing thot the other day about how Bucky might use my favorite accessory and well I had to run with it! Thank you my beauty! I also LOVE shower sex and well…the last line of the fic says it all. Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by my lovely Daisy @firefly-graphics

Warnings: very light bondage, some light dirty talk, little praise kink, oral sex (m rec), cursing, Bucky’s in charge and he has his hair tie, smut (18 + ONLY PLEASE!!!)

The warm water runs in rivulets down his sculpted body, your fingertips tracing the same path and following the dips of his stomach, trailing down until you reach the distinct v shape at his hips.

Large, thick fingers wrap around your wrist, stilling your movements. With wide eyes you look up and wait.

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Flowers and Things

BuckyBarnes x female!reader

In which Bucky really wants to buy Y/N a birthday gift, because he has a crush on her.

a/n: I needed more soft!Bucky and I felt like you did too

This is not really proof read so I might work it over again. All mistakes are my own.

word count: 2.8k

warnings: fluffy Bucky (he still got game but it’s cute now), swearing, a little angsty, more fluffff, Bucky and Sam being Bucky and Sam

Bucky hated it here. The scented candles mixed in one giant cloud of barf and the twinkle lights made him dizzy. He would have just gone to the florist and picked up a bouquet of flowers but when he had asked Sam about it, he had made him doubt that decision. So now he was here, watching yet another flashing ‘SALE’ sign hanging over the aisle he passed. This one was filled with bedsheets. All shapes and sizes, as many fabrics as Bucky could only imagine. All feeling different and all having other patterns. He huffed again. This was ridiculous. Sam was the worst when it came to advice.

“Absolutely not.”

“Why not? It’s practical and sends a message!” 

“That's not what you buy a lady, Sam.”

“Oh really? Since when do you know that type of stuff?”

“I don't-“ Bucky pinched his nose and took a deep breath. “I just know that’s not the thing she wants okay?”

“Don’t tell me you know about things, Bucky. You are the only person I know that doesn’t have any things. So don’t come at me and tell me that I don’t know.”

He looked at him in disbelief. 

“I have things.” Bucky didn’t know why he was so offended. Bucky’s apartment was simple. He was a simple man. So he really didn't see anything wrong with it. He had things. He had a chair. A mug, he had found it down by the window of some old lady’s house. Yes, it was technically stolen but he had really needed something to drink out of in Romania and well, there was a fun cat on the mug, so he had taken it. He had a pillow - two actually. One on the chair and one on the floor, where his only blanked lay. He had one set of cutlery and he had a deep plate. He had A pair of boots and he had about 4 T-shirts, maybe 5 - oh and that red henley. He had a very cool leather jacket and he had some gloves. So yes, Bucky was a simple man. He had always been. Okay, maybe not that simple and maybe not always by choice, but that wasn’t the point right now.

“Like what?”

“I have a chair.” And it was true. Buck had one single chair in his living room. Because he was only one person. That was enough, right?

Sam’s eyebrows raised. “Are you hearing yourself?”

“Sam!” The frustration between the two was clearly evident, but Bucky didn’t really know how to counter that. He just watched as his friend continued with the argument he was about to make.

“Bucky, you own the same shirt three times. And that’s it, you have no other shirts. Just believe me on this one and buy her bedsheets” That wasn’t true, he owned that red henley too... and he loved it.

“I’m not gonna buy her bedsheets.” Even if Bucky did not have any better idea, he for sure knew that this one was not up for debate. Fucking bedsheets. Who would give anyone bedsheets for their birthday if they weren’t their grandma?

“Whatever man, do what you want.” Sam waved off as he turned around and left the room with a shaking head.

“I will,” Bucky called after him with confidence. “Thanks for not helping!”

So apparently women didn't like flowers anymore. And since Sam was not of any help to suggest anything better, Bucky found himself in aisle six of the department store. Lost and frightened and annoyed at how complicated things were in the 21st century. 

He was browsing through a particular hideous set of garden gnomes when a chipper blonde approached him with a bright and flashing smile. 

“Can I help you with anything?” She asked and the joy in her eyes seemed to explode right out of her. To be honest, Bucky never understood how people could find happiness in approaching random strangers and bothering them when they clearly wanted to be alone. He wasn’t a fan of small talk, and he wasn’t too keen on talking to strangers, either.

“I... uh...” He was still a little startled by the woman’s sudden appearance and her confidence didn’t make it any easier to keep calm. She was determined to help him, Bucky could see it in her eyes, the way she held herself - everything screamed ‘happy customers’. “I don’t know?”

“Are you looking for anything specific?” She questioned further. His eyes wandered to her name tag: Terri. Yes, that fit. 

“I don’t know.” Bucky reiterated, suddenly very aware of how lost he was in the huge store.

“Well, who are you shopping for?” That smile didn’t falter. Bucky just blushed. He somehow felt busted, even though, what he was doing and who he was doing it for could concern that lady very little.

“Oh, I See.” The woman nodded knowingly. The smirk on her face grew even wider and the excitement in her eyes was unbelievably intruding. “A special someone.”

“She’s not-“ He huffed frustratedly before his shoulders slumped. He would certainly not tell this stranger about the girl he was planning to court, much less that this girl was a coworker and a friend and that his chance at making a move was dependent on the woman practically vibrating in excitement. “It’s complicated.”

“Don’t you worry. We’ll find the perfect makeup gift for her.” And without another word, Terri sped off through the aisles, and Bucky was forced to follow her. She led him past the horrible scented candles and through the bedsheets until she finally stopped in the middle of the store. A large glass case spread in a square in front of her and upon further investigation, Bucky could see the things beneath the surface twinkling in the harsh store light. 

His head grew even redder, the heat creeping down his neck and making his body sweat anxiously. Jewelry. He couldn’t get Y/N jewelry. That was way too much and way too suggestive for the relationship he had with her. Only boyfriends got women jewelry, and even though he wanted to be that one day, now was definitely not the right time.

The blonde clapped her hands. “There is not one set of earrings that has made me stay mad at my husband.” She reached down and held up one pair after the other as Bucky dug his hands deep into his pants pockets. Every time she held up another pair, he just shook his head embarrassed. 

This was not what he wanted, this was not what Y/N wanted, he thought while staring blankly ahead, smiling and shaking his head no every now and then to keep the store lady occupied. He had to get out of here - away from all the fancy, shiny things and the weirdly shaped garden items. So sure enough, when Terri reached down for the 7th time, he quickly turned around and bolted. Around the corner and straight towards the exit.

When the fresh air hit his face, he felt as though he could finally think clearly again. The heat in his head slowly subsided and he made his way down the street. His head held low, and his hands hidden in his jacket pockets, he traded along the sidewalk, past jewelry stores and bakeries, small boutiques, and restaurants. He shook his head. All Bucky had wanted was a simple gift for her. Something small and sweet. But all he had was a pile of frustration and a whole bunch of hustle and he was still standing with empty hands. Who would have thought that dating would become so difficult? Back in the day, he thought, he would have probably already asked her out. But he was a different man now. He didn’t mind that anymore, but it still took him a while to get back to his old ways.

Bucky was about to just head home, dwell in his anger and forget about the stupid idea to buy a gift for Y/N. Really, how could he have been so dumb from the start? There was probably nothing he would ever feel was good enough for her, because, in his eyes, she was the only perfect thing there was. Everything else had yet to live up to her. She also didn’t need anything. At least that was what she had always said when Tony started planning her birthday party after the meeting the other week. 

When he was about to cross the street, though, a red sign caught his eye, and Bucky suddenly knew that he had found it: The perfect thing.

—

Bucky fumbled with the blue bow tied around his gift. He was nervous, to say the least, and his right hand found comfort in the softness of the ribbon. He stood before Y/N’s door. It was her birthday - her actual birthday. The party would be this weekend, but Bucky didn’t want to give it to her then. He didn't want everyone to see him giving it to her either. It was late too. The small Avengers get-together had already ended well over an hour ago, and well, for some reason, Bucky had found himself in front of her door, moments away from knocking. 

That was, if his mind would finally stop taking his confidence away. What if she didn’t like it? What if she thought it was weird of him to get her something? He hadn’t thought about that before - he had been too occupied with finding something that would put that beautiful smile on her face. While his mind began to spiral into the infinite worry of what-if possibilities, Bucky didn’t notice the door before him open and a surprised Y/N standing before him with a load of laundry in her hand.

“Bucky?”

He looked up, the panic on his face doing little to hide and Y/N instantly set the basket aside. Her hands found his arms as she looked at him with round eyes. “Is everything okay?”

It took a couple seconds for Bucky to collect himself, but when he did his cheeks tinted in soft pink. “I got you something,” he confessed after ignoring the tingle her touch sent through his body and stretched his hand out to her, the light blue ribbon a little deformed from his constant fumbling second earlier. 

“Oh?” Her eyes gleamed in surprise. “That’s very sweet of you, Bucky.” Y/N took the gift from his hand, feeling the weight of it and silently guessing what he could have possibly gotten her. A smile spread about her lips at the sweet gesture. Bucky and Y/N were colleagues - friends. Maybe a little more, but nothing had ever happened. It didn’t go unnoticed, however, that they looked at each other in a very special kind of way. Always stealing glances when the other wasn’t watching. So much so, that it frustrated the whole team - they would never say anything though. The both of them were way too private for that, though it didn’t keep Sam from silently punching the air with a boyish grin after Bucky had asked him what he should give Y/N for her birthday. 

Y/N gestured for him to enter, and closed the door behind him when he did. When Bucky stood a little lost in her living room, she began to unpack the gift. The soft ripping of paper filled the silence and Bucky nervously wrung his hands at the sight of it. Y/N’s eyes lit up when she finally revealed the item and when they did, Bucky’s nervousness washed away. 

“You remembered?” She looked up from the book in her hand. The deep green cover with the golden font glimmered under her delicate fingers as she stroked it.

Bucky treaded from one foot to the other, his hand finding its way to his neck. “Of course I remembered.” A shy smile snuck on his face.

“You know Bucky is a nerd?” Sam teased over her shoulder after stealing some grapes from the bowl in her lap.

Y/N’s head piqued up in interest, watching the confused brunette at the other side of the sofa. Bucky shot Sam a disappointed look, equally confused as to what he was hinting towards.

“I found out that he read ‘The Hobbit’ when it first came out. He’s literally the #1 fan.” The smug smile on his face turned sheepish at the bad joke. 

Bucky huffed, waiting for another teasing remark, but it never came.

“It’s actually on my reading list, too. But I haven’t found one with a pretty cover for my bookshelf yet.” Her smile was shy as she searched Bucky’s eyes and found them with an adoring look glazed over his pupils. 

Sam just watched the interaction, feeling partly accomplished, and party frustrated that his plan to embarrass Bucky didn’t work.

“I don’t know if you still want to get into it, but if you have any concerns, I’m always happy to tell you the story... I know the book can be a little slow in parts.”

Y/N’s eyes filled with tears when she looked up again. Her lip quivered before she pulled them into a smile. She placed the book on the table and slung her arms around him “Thank you so much, Buck,” she mumbled into his shoulder and Bucky grew warm from her soft voice. 

“I’m glad you like it,” he mumbled back, inhaling the scent of her hair and finding comfort in it.

Her frame pulled back, and Bucky couldn’t help but wish for her to get back into his arms. “Like it? I love it. This is the best gift I’ve ever gotten. Oh, I can’t wait to read it.” She jumped up and down before admiring it again. “Maybe we can watch the movies together after?” 

His heartbeat quickened by the second. His hand grew all clammy as the excitement spread through his body. “I would love that.” He really did, but at the same time, a nervousness overtook his senses he had never felt before.

“Oh great!” Y/N turned around and admired the book again. She stopped for a minute and then she looked at him again, a timid look on her face. She was just as nervous about this. 

“We could read it together, too...” The intrigue on Y/N’s face nudged him to go on further. “You know... to get through the slow parts.” He smiled shyly. “Just if you want to of course.” 

Her eyes brightened at the sweet suggestion. “I would love that,” she copied. And after a moment of silence, as the both of them stood in awkwardly frozen in her living room, she spoke again. “Do... uh. Do you have time now?”

“Yes!” That came out way more excited than he intended, but Y/N didn’t seem to mind. She sped off to her kitchen, putting on the kettle and preparing two mugs while trying to mask her excitement. Meanwhile, Bucky tried the same thing in her living room. He looked around and let the cozy dark green paint of the wall behind the fireplace overtake his thoughts. Y/N’s home was just that: a home. Other than his apartment, which was scarcely decorated. And Bucky found himself feeling homey at the sight of picture frames and plants squeezed between books and magazines. Maybe Sam was right... maybe he didn’t have things. At least not enough to bring him joy. But before he could grieve the bare walls of his apartment he would likely be returning to tonight, Y/N stepped back into the room, two steaming cups of tea in her hands.

“I hope green is okay?”

“Perfect,” he grinned. 

Y/N set the mugs down on her coffee table and settled on the most comfortable-looking couch Bucky had ever seen. Then she patted the cushions next to her and Bucky happily followed her silent invitation. He took the book from the table and settled next to her, his back leaning back and being entirely consumed by the pillows. 

“Are you comfortable?” She asked.

“More than comfortable.” Y/N smiled happily as she held his stare for a moment.

Then Bucky cleared his throat and opened the book to the first chapter.

“An unexpected party.” He stopped as Y/N shifted and laid her head on his shoulder. A smile spread on his face when he felt her soft hair tickling his neck, her eyes lingering on the page before closing with a content smile. 

“Are you comfortable?” He asked.

“More than comfortable,” Y/N snickered, ready to be consumed by his deep and calming voice again.

Bucky’s eyes found the page again. He took a deep breath to contain his excitement for her cuddling up to him. He pushed off his shoes and placed his feet on the table, and then he continued: “In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit. Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole, filled with the ends of worms and an oozy smell, nor yet a dry, bare, sandy hole with nothing in it to sit down on or to eat: it was a hobbit-hole, and that means comfort...”

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Hope and Hopelessness

Avengers!Bucky Barnes x Avengers!Injured!Reader

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Summary: You get inured on a mission and Bucky makes the biggest mistake of his life.

Warnings: really severe injuries (no talk of blood) but don’t read if your sensitive to hospitals or major angst

It had been three months and week since the accident.

It took you a month to wake up, a month to be discharged from the hospital and now a month and 7 days later, you’re living with Bucky again, in your shared apartment.

It was a mission gone wrong. The whole team was there, besides Bucky who had stayed back to help with the some of the new recruits for SHEILD.

The mission, it’s self had actually gone exactly according to plan. You all had retrieved the information needed, took down a few enemy men and had begun your walk back to the quinjet. It was a quiet walk back, everyone too exhausted to speak. Natasha had hurt her wrist and was silently nursing it as she walked next to you. You both were lingering in the back of the group, as the rest of the team dragged their feet in front of you.

———

“Maybe if I was paying attention-.”

“Nat, no. That wouldn’t have stopped them.”

“It wouldn’t have stopped them from trying but I could have stopped it from going this far.”

“There was 17 of them, Natasha. If anything, you’re the reason she even got out of there alive.”

“If she even is.”

“She is.”

Steve has always been able to put on a brave front, but even now, his voice cracked a bit as he comforted Natasha.

The men had come out of no where, immediately going for you. Your instincts kicked into fight mode, but you realized very quickly that these weren’t normal men. They were super soldiers, with dead eyes.

No matter how much sparring you had done with Bucky, you were never able to fully pin him, let alone 17 of him at the same time.

Bucky had told you that you needed to practice more. He can remember all those innocent people trying to fight back when he was under the mind control of HYDRA. He never wanted that to be you. But there you were, helplessly fighting back, barely able to make a full swing.

And now here you are. Laying in one of the compound’s hospital beds, barely able to take a full breath.

The team had rushed you to the tower, meeting the medics outside and spewing off all the information they needed to know.

Steve can’t stop replaying the look in their eyes when they saw you. It was the same look the doctors had the day Bucky’s mom died. Hopelessness. The look of defeat.

The team sat out in the waiting room for about an hour before someone spoke up.

“Where’s Barnes?”

Steve’s head jerked up to see Wanda staring at him.

“Oh no.” Steve murmured as he stood up with a stiff posture.

Bucky was in the underground gym with all the new recruits. There was about 20 of them today, so he knew Bucky had his hands full. Probably too busy to even noticed the commotion upstairs.

The walk to the gym was too short and too long for Steve’s liking. News he didn’t want to deliver and news he desperately needed to deliver, weighing on his shoulders as he took the journey.

The door creaked open and suddenly the soundproof room engulfed him with the noises of the young men and women yelling and fighting each other. Bucky stood on the side talking to one of the smaller men. The sight reminded Steve of all the pep talks Bucky would give him when Steve could still blow away in the wind. The memory made what he had to do even worse.

——

Have you ever heard a silence so loud that your ears stop working? The room sounds like it’s under water and suddenly your breathing picks up like your drowning.

That’s what happened to Bucky.

He hadn’t heard much, of what Steve was saying, past “Y/n is in the med bay, she’s not waking up.”

Eyes unfocusing, mouth agape. Panic. Panic. Panic.

———

It had been the hardest month of Bucky’s life. Even having been the world’s longest prisoner of war, this was much worse.

During his time in HYDRA, he hadn’t had any hope. Hope, is what they say keeps you going, but really all it does is hurt.

But Bucky couldn’t not have hope for you. He felt guilty every time a sliver of hopelessness creeped up inside him. So he’d shove it back down and keep repeating “she’s gonna get better.”

That cycle eventually ended up draining the life out of Bucky. 29 days in and the hopelessness started coming back. This time, Bucky didn’t have the strength to push it back down; instead he buried his face in your side, keeping a strong grip on you, and sobbed.

It was the first time he cried. He felt guilty about that too.

The never ending sobs ended when his body had given up the strength to stay awake and he had cried himself to sleep.

You must have known, his unwillingness to go on without you because the next day you began to stir.

Your movements had startled Bucky in his sleep. It was 5:00 in the morning. He jolted awake, staring at you, with hope that maybe what he felt wasn’t just a dream.

And in one small movement, you saved Bucky’s life.

At the first sight of your twitching hand, Bucky began frantically calling the nurses in, who brought the doctor in a few moments later.

They had kindly asked Bucky to leave while they inspected you, and helped guide you back to consciousness.

Hesitantly, he obliged and stepped into the hallway. The wall to his right was all floor to ceiling windows that looked out over the blankets of grass and trees. He remembered how excited you were when Tony made the decision to move the compound into the country side. You could finally watch the sunrise from the backyard.

A sliver a light peeked over the hillside and Bucky smiled for the first time in 30 days. Tears glossed his eyes as he realized you’d be awake just in time to see the sunrise. A symbol of a new era, with less darkness.

———

You had been filled in on the events of the past month slowly but surely. You still had mild brain damage, which would cause difficulty speaking and understanding.

Bucky’s hopelessness started filing back in, when he realized that just because you were awake didn’t mean you would be all better. But he smiled at you anyway and held your hand as you formed the small words you could.

The doctors had informed Bucky that this was temporary, and that you would be in physical and a speech therapy to aid in your full recovery.

“Full recovery” were the only words Bucky needed to hear. He would take care of you and do anything it took to help you make a full recovery.

You believed him when he told you. Maybe you shouldn’t have.

———

Along with the TBI came other random injuries from your attack that caused issues with mobility in your all your limbs.

A hospital mandated wheelchair was issued when you were discharged, and Dr Cho had reminded you that you were always welcomed to come back in if you were feeling the need to visit.

You thanked her, but you knew you wouldn’t need to. The month you had spent in the med bay after waking up had gotten you on a straight line path to recovery.

Maybe you should have stayed there

Because three months and one week after the accident you were sitting in the apartment you shared with Bucky. The team surrounded you, having quiet conversations, under the streamers and balloons that Sam and Tony had helped put up.

“Are you excited?” Steve whispered as he sat down on the couch that your wheelchair was parked next to.

“Nervous.” You giggled. “I hope he likes his present.”

Steve scoffed at you “of course he’s going to like it. I don’t think Bucky has ever had a birthday party like this.” He paused to sip his drink and place it back on the table. “I mean, I know you two usually do something but, never a get together like this. He’s gonna love it.”

You had gotten much better at speaking. Your speech therapist was giving you and Bucky exercises to try at home. He had been so helpful and encouraging to you. Holding you when you would get discouraged and tear up. You had felt so weak for so long.

Even now, with all your progress, all you wanted was to be fully independent.

“I hope so.” Hope, something Bucky had been inadvertently giving you these past 2 months. You knew that he would never truly know how much he meant to you, especially now, when everything you needed had failed you.

Bucky never failed you, he was a rock. A voice, a pair of hands to help you in the tub, a chef to cook you all the meals you needed, a hug in the dark when he felt you crying next to him in the bed, a kiss of encouragement, a smile that comforted you, a comedian to make you laugh when you could feel yourself slipping in a dark hole, a love to make you feel worth something even when your mind had whispered the opposite.

You were ready to be independent for yourself and for your love. You didn’t want to be a burden, and you wanted Bucky to be able to depend on you as equally as you depend on him.

But for now, you did the best you could and helped plan a surprise birthday party for him with the assistance of the team.

You had been suspicious that Bucky knew about the party for the past week so the plan was for Sam to call Bucky and invite him out to a bar with Steve, to throw him off your trail.

“He’s coming!” Sam said from the kitchen and everyone got quiet as Sam’s phone rang.

He answered it and put it on speaker.

“Hey birthday man!” Sam said excitedly into the phone. You giggled at Sam’s enthusiasm.

“What do you want Wilson?” Bucky replied grumpily.

You could tell immediately that he had a bad day. Maybe this party will cheer him up, you thought.

“What makes you think I want something?”

“Because you told me to call you when I got done with work.”

“Well, you’ll be surprised to know I just wanted to invite you out to the bar with Steve and I. Our treat!”

“Not really in the mood, Wilson.”

“Oh come on man, it’ll be fun.”

“No.”

“What’s up your ass today.”

“Don’t start, Wilson.”

“I’m not trying to argue man, I’m just wondering what’s got you in such a grumpy mood today. It’s your birthday, you should be celebrating. Oldest man alive and all that.” Sam said lightheartedly.

“Sam-.”

“I’m just-.”

“Fine! You wanna know what’s up my ass today?! The fact that I’ve had the shitiess day at work and I still have to go home a take care of someone who’s supposed to be my girlfriend but is practically a child. That’s what’s up my ass today, Wilson.”

You didn’t even have time to process his words when the door opened and he stepped in. His heart dropped when he flicked the light on and saw you sitting there, a big present in your lap and Sam standing right next you.

All at once the progress you had worked so hard to make rapidly started going away.

You tried to speak but you couldn’t

You tried to lift your arms to wheel yourself back into your bedroom but they wouldn’t budge.

You just sat there like the child he said you were, looking at your boyfriend with an expression that will be burned into his memory forever.

Hurt, weak, embarrassment, shame, hopelessness.

“Y/n, baby...” Bucky says as he steps toward you but you don’t move or say anything. It was scarily familiar to how you looked that first month in the hospital.

A sob broke through your body. He could tell you had tried to hold it back. His eyes glossed over with tears and they quickly became mobile as they fell down his face.

You closed your eyes, hoping you could disappear but it didn’t work. You could still feel the whole team looking at you and you know that they knew Bucky was right.

“No, baby, I- sweetheart, I didn’t-.” Bucky pleaded, kneeling beside you. But it was too late.

Your ears had already stopped working.

It sounded like you were under water, with no way to swim up because you couldn’t move. Panic. Panic. Panic.

It was Natasha who took you back into your room. She pet your hair and gently caressed your arms and hands. She wiped your tears and told you how wrong he was. But all you could think about was how you were now becoming her burden. And how for the rest of your life, all you would be is burden, that the people you love would take turns caring for you, until that inevitably resented you.

You couldn’t even run away. You were stuck in your nightmare. You were stuck this way forever.

Natasha had helped you on to the bed. And you cried yourself to sleep that night, alone, in the bed that Bucky held you in just hours before.

———

When Natasha had stepped out into the living room, she found the living areas empty besides Bucky sitting on the edge of the couch, leaned over, taking deep breaths with his hands gripping his hair, clearly in distress.

She didn’t feel sorry for him. Instead, she walked in front of him to say “this is worse than never saving her in the first place.” and leaves.

Bucky had already told Natasha of his micro frustrations when it came to taking care of you.

Natasha had been a close confidant of Bucky’s since the whole incident. Both of them feeling like they should have been the ones to stop it from happening.

He had never meant it in a resentment kind of way, and Natasha knew that. She had taken a vow to never tell you when Bucky was becoming frustrated, because she understood that his feelings were only temporary.

Bucky’s frustration came purely from the longing to see you be yourself again. He was hurting for you and after a while that all becomes too much for one person handle.

He would never say that to you and he had told Natasha that he would kill her if she ever let it slip.

But he let it slip tonight, in the worst possible way it could.

Bucky is a lot of things but he is not good with expressing his emotions. He says hurtful things in arguments and you typically brush it off because you know he doesn’t mean it. He just has 100+ years worth of emotion pent up and no person knows how to handle that.

But this wasn’t that. This was cruel. This felt like pointing and laughing, it felt like he had ripped your heart out of your chest and stomped on it.

Bucky didn’t know why he had said what he said. But when he looks around the room, at the decorations, the cake, and the big present wrapped with a oversized bow, he find himself wanting to fight the man that had said such a terrible thing. But he’s been doing that for years. So he lays on the couch and cries himself to sleep.

———

When the sun came up, you were happy to have feeling back in your limbs again. Your throat was sore from crying but you could speak again.

Yesterday, you thought at this time, you’d be waking Bucky up with kisses all over his face. You’d be complaining about his morning breath and he’d tickle you teasingly with a sleepy smile.

You would take a bath together and shamelessly have left over birthday cake for breakfast.

But instead, you laid there, not seeing the need to even get out of bed today. You laid there until you couldn’t anymore. You had to pee worse than you’ve ever had to.

Your first instinct was to call out to Bucky. But your mouth shut as soon as it opened and tears sprung to your eyes. You scooted the best you could over to wheel chair, and successfully plopped yourself down in it.

You rolled over to the bathroom and to the toilet.

———

Bucky didn’t wake up until 2 hours later. For a veteran, his enteral clock didn’t work very well.

It takes him a good thirty minutes to work up the courage to go into your shared bedroom and check on you.

He didn’t know what he would say but he knew he had to see you. He had to try to take back what he said last night and convince you he didn’t mean any of it.

He didn’t bother straightening his shirt or flattening his hair, he walked up to your bedroom door, took a deep breath and slowly turned the knob.

The bed was empty. He frantically looked around the room for any sign of you when he heard quiet sobs coming from the bathroom.

“Y/n?” He spoke against the closed bathroom door with a rough voice.

“No!” You yelped “don’t come in here!”

Bucky flinched back at the suddenness of your voice. It was quiet for a minute before your small sobs filled the echoing bathroom again.

“Y/n, honey, are you okay?”

You inhaled a sob and said “yes! I’m fine! Please leave!” And continued to cry.

Bucky liked to respect your boundaries but right now he was extremely panicked. He hadn’t heard you cry like this in a long time, and why were you in the bathroom?

“Sweetheart, I’m coming in...”

“No! Please!” You begged.

“Y/n, I need to see that you’re okay. Can I please come in? I’ll leave right after if you want me to.”

He could still hear your silent sobs. “No...” you whispered, sounded weak.

That’s when Bucky opened the door, worried you were hurt.

But what he saw was worse.

You were leaned against the bathtub, halfway on the floor, in a puddle of what looked to be your own urine. Your pants wet and your hair hung in your face as your body shook with sobs.

“Please leave....” you cried out, barley loud enough for him to here.

“Y/n, sweetheart...” Bucky says, his eyes scanning you with a worried and pitiful expression.

He rushed to kneel beside you. Not worrying about the liquid on the floor. You turned your body away from him, trying to escape the embarrassment.

“Baby...” he whispers. It doesn’t take much effort to pull you over into his chest. You felt betrayed, by him and yourself, as you allowed yourself to cry into his shirt.

“Baby, shhh, it’s okay. It’s okay.” He lulls, holding you tightly.

Your sobs get louder and louder. More and more pain echoing in the bathroom with each one.

Bucky’s heart is shattered when he hears you whispering “I’m trying, I’m trying.”

Bucky let’s out a sob of his own, finally realizing the pain he’s put you in. Why did he let himself do that to you?

“I know baby and you’re doing so good. This is my fault honey. I said a terrible thing that I didn’t even mean.”

He rubs your back soothingly as you continue to cry.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. I’m trying.” Your voice breaking into a sob again.

“Sweetheart, you have nothing to be sorry for.”

———

Two weeks later, and you still refused his help when he offered it. You had also refused to see any of the team.

The day after the incident, you had talked with Dr Cho about assigning you a temporary live in nurse. She happily obliged and sent her favorite nurse to do the job, Stephanie.

Stephanie was great. She laughed and talked with you. She cooked your meals and watched your favorite shows with you. She helped you with daily tasks like bathing, small motor skills and getting you on and off the toilet.

She even helped you through physical therapy 5 times a week.

You had made great progress just in these two weeks. Dr Cho even said you should be able to try leg braces next week. You were finally seeing a light at the end of the tunnel.

And yes, Bucky was ecstatic that you were getting better, but he had never felt worse.

All he wanted was to hold you, tell you how much he loved you and kiss you slowly and deeply. He wanted to cook your meals and watch your shows, and help you get better but he had mostly stayed quiet.

Every so often you would ask him about his day. And he’d tell you about the new recruits then he’d ask about your day and you’d say “I’m trying” and the conversation became void. Deafening silence over taking the space.

It felt like a failing marriage. It looked like two people who didn’t love each other anymore. But it was just two people who didn’t know what to say to the other one.

Bucky didn’t want to hurt you and you didn’t want to burden him. So you both stayed silent.

Until one night, you were laying in bed, after Stephanie helped you with your night routine, while throwing Bucky looks that could kill.

Neither of you initiated cuddling anymore. You just slept back to back, not acknowledging the other’s presence.

You were about to fall asleep when you felt the bed shaking slightly. You figured Bucky was just readjusting himself and you closed your eyes again.

And then you heard a small noise. A broken sob, coming from his side of the bed.

“Bucky?” You whispered, slightly turning over.

The shaking continued and then in the moonlight, you saw his back heaving with quiet cries.

“Bucky.” You said louder this time.

He didn’t answer you. He was frantically trying to turn off his cries but they just overtook him more.

You turned all the way around, and placed your hand on his back. “Baby, look at me.”

“I- I don’t deserve to, y/n. I don’t deserve you.” He sobbed loudly.

“Bucky please, I want you to look at me.”

Bucky took a shaky breath and slowly turned to face you, but his eyes were cascaded down towards the foot of the bed.

You didn’t say anything, you just wrapped your arm around his shoulders and cradled the back of his head.

Bucky took this as an invitation to scoot closer to you. You nuzzled your face in his neck and repositioned your arm to squeeze his waist. Bucky wrapped both arms around you, holding onto you for dear life.

It was silent for a few minutes and then Bucky’s voice broke through the cold air.

“Y/n. I love you more than anything in this world. There is absolutely nothing I wouldn’t do for you. I would take care of you for the rest of my life if you wanted me to. I’d do anything and everything you’d need me to. I don’t-,” he pauses as chokes a bit “I don’t know why I said that terrible thing. I was just overwhelmed from work and I was worried about you but I never should have said that because I didn’t mean it. And I can’t imagine the pain I must have caused you and I’m so sorry.” Bucky finishes with a locked up sob.

You don’t say anything for a few seconds, but then you breath in and reply “I know you love me, Bucky, and I accept your apology. But it still hurts. I feel like a burden and I was so embarrassed.”

Bucky can hear the sadness in your voice and he can feel your tears wetting his bare chest. “No, no, no, Y/n, you will never be a burden to me. You are my number one blessing and I’m so sorry, baby. I’m so sorry. I am so lucky to have you in my life and I wouldn’t trade it for anything.”

You just sit there in quietness for awhile. Bucky strokes your hair with his fingers. He alternates between kissing your forehead and whispering sweet things in your ear.

“You are the most beautiful girl in the world.”

“I love you more than anything.”

“You smell so good today.”

“I’m so proud of you.”

“You’re being so strong.”

“You’re perfect.”

Tears reappeared in your eyes as you smiled from his quiet confessions. You hadn’t realized how much you missed him.

“It feels so good to be holding y-.”

“I missed you.” You interrupted him.

He sniffs quietly. His eyes glossing over and his heart beating a little faster at your voice. A sound that, a few months ago, he thought he’d never hear again.

“I’ve missed you too, baby.” His kisses your forehead and then the top of your head and nuzzles his face into your hair.

It was silent again. The noise of the crickets outside nearly lulled Bucky to sleep when you spoke up. “I have a physical therapy appointment tomorrow. Do you wanna come?” You said and then quickly added “you don’t have to if you don’t want to, I just thought I’d offer but don’t feel obligated.”

Bucky’s heart ached at your panicked voice. You were still so effected by his words from a few weeks ago. He didn’t expect his pathetic excuse for an apology to reverse the damage he had already done, but he would be dammed if he didn’t start doing everything he could to prove it to you.

“I would love to come, y/n.” Bucky wanted to make a comment about how much progress you’ve made, but he didn’t want you to think his willingness to come was based upon the belief you’ve gotten better. He was going to your appointment for emotional and physical support.

“Okay.” You smiled and closed your eyes, letting sleep encompass you.

———

2 weeks later and Dr Cho had moved you to leg braces. You had full function in your both your arms and only forgot words sometimes.

You and Bucky had a long talk about your situation the morning after your nighttime confessions.

Bucky did his share of apologizing again and promised to prove it to you when moving forward.

Both of you agreed to be open and honest about your feelings before they bubbled over again.

You told Bucky that you understood the stress he must have been under and you shouldn’t have expected him to bear the responsibility of taking care of you all on his own — to which Bucky immediately objected, saying you never made him feel that way and it wasn’t your fault at all.

You both agreed to keep Stephanie around. She was great help and company for when Bucky wasn’t home. Plus she was a professional at her job. Having her around, actually allowed you and Bucky more free time together to do things that didn’t involve speech therapy, remembering medications, and all the medical stuff.

Stephanie eventually became civil with Bucky after you told her about your conversation. She wasn’t nice to him... but she wasn’t mean anymore.

Today was her last day. You had made nearly a full recovery, and realized you didn’t really need her assistance anymore, but you did still wanna keep her as friend.

“Text me when you watch the new episode, that girl is crazy!” Stephanie said as she gathered up all her stuff.

“Of course, I will! And we’re still on for lunch on Friday right?” You beamed back at her.

“Yes! I’ll bring the take out!” She giggled.

Bucky watched on as you said your goodbyes with hugs and a few “I’m so proud of you”s from Stephanie.

When the door shut, you turned around and waddled over to Bucky. He engulfed you in an intimate hug, kissing the top of your hair.

You sighed and relaxed into him.

“Are you ready?” Bucky asks after a minute or two.

You groaned loudly and Bucky laughed lightly at you.

“So you’re not ready to walk again?” He says sarcastically.

You rolled your eyes. “Of course I do, I’m just nervous. I mean I can’t even remember what life was like before this... what if I don’t feel the same? What if I can’t do it?”

“First of all, there is nothing my girl can’t do it. I have total and complete faith in you. And if you fail this time, then you try next week and the next week. There is nothing stopping us from helping you get back to being healthy.”

You giggled at his enthusiasm. “I love you.”

“I love you too, baby. Now let’s go get these braces off.”

———

Bucky had walked slowly and patiently beside you on the way to the elevator, as you waddled side to side; braces clanking together every few steps.

When you arrived to Dr Cho’s office, she joyfully welcomed you in.

She gave you a thorough check up as Bucky sat in the corner, pride on his face every time Dr Cho commented on how good you were doing.

Finally, she took you to the physical therapy portion of the med bay. It was a private wing on the tower, only meant for patients and doctors... and buckys.

“Alrighty, y/n, are you ready to try these babies out?” Dr Cho joked, referring to your wobbly legs.

She had already removed the braces and Bucky helped stabilize you on the walking platform.

You held on to the bars tightly, knuckles turning white. Bucky could see right through your brave facade and placed a comforting hand on top of yours. He leaned in to kiss your cheek and then whispered “there’s nothing you can’t do.”

You nodded shyly and took a deep breath, preparing yourself.

Slowly but surely you took a small step. And then another and another.

“Aha!” You laughed out loud “look at me, Bucky! I’m not even holding on!” You beamed looking down at your feet moving by your will power. “I- I- I’m walking!” You exclaimed and Bucky’s eyes glossed over with tears of joy.

“Yes you are, baby. I’m so so proud of you.”

———

“Today was a good day!” You giggled as the two of you stepped into your apartment.

“Yes it was, babydoll!” Bucky said admiring the way your legs moved slowly but swiftly across the living room and into the guest bedroom.

“What are you doing?” He asked in an amused tone, from his spot standing in the living room.

When there was no response, Bucky got a little worried. “Y/n?”

“Just a second!”

He breathed a sigh of relief.

You were taking a lot longer than a second but if you taught him anything during your relationship, it was to never rush a lady. So he glanced around the apartment while he waited for you, noticing things that needed to be cleaned or fixed.

“Okay close your eyes.” You shouted from the guest room.

Bucky chuckles and closes his eyes, a big grin still on his face.

He hears you walking closer to him and his smile widens at the sound of your footsteps.

Suddenly, he feels an object in front of him. Out of instinct he grabs it and can instantly tell it’s a box.

“Okay, open your eyes.”

Oh shit. Not just any box. The box you had been holding when he saw you sitting amongst the surprise party after had said the most vile thing he’d said his whole life.

“Y/n...” he trailed off but when he looked at you, you were beaming at him. You hands tucked under your chin as you patiently waited for him to open it.

He smiles at you and places the box down on the coffee table. He steps forward and cups your face in his hands. Your small falters a bit.

“Baby, I appreciate this so much but I don’t think I deserve this. You should return it and get your money back... maybe get your nails done instead, or something.” Bucky offers but you pull back from him and pick up the box, handing it back.

“I don’t think I can return this.” You started. “And, no one deserves to miss a birthday because they made a mistake.”

How in the fuck did I get so lucky to have you? He thinks, a smile creeping on his face.

He takes the box in his hands, glancing down at it and then back up to you for reassurance. You nod excitedly and guide him to sit on the couch.

Bucky sinks into the couch next to you, and taps the box before reaching for the bow to untie it. You encouragingly hold his bicep as you gauge his reaction. Your eyes flipped back forth from the box to his face.

Bucky tears through the wrapping paper and finally opens the top of the large box. His heart flutters and tears start falling from his eyes.

You give him a moment to process before whispering “I got them from the family that lives in your old apartment building... they were lovely.”

Family photos. Some still in their original frames. Before she died, Bucky’s mom was a camera enthusiast, always taking photos of her children. The family use to joke that they’d be rich if mom stopped buying film. No one ever meant it maliciously, though.

And now here he was, so grateful for his mother’s photos. The photos he use to whine about when she pointed the camera at him.

“Y/n... I- I don’t know what to say.”

“You don’t have to say anything, honey. Take as much time as you need.”

“Okay...” he trialed off, flipping through some of the photos. He hesitated before shyly saying “do you think we could hang up a few of these?”

You kissed his cheek. “Of course, baby. I’ve already picked out a few spots that I think would be perfect.”

Bucky let’s out a shaky breath, willing himself not to cry. He continues flipping through them, before bursting into laughter. “Look at Steve!”

“Oh my gosh! He was so little!” You giggled but as your eyes wandered the photo, all you could see was the handsome young man standing next to Steve. He was dressed in his Sargent uniform, a bright smile on his face.

You smiled at his innocence and leaned your head on a Bucky’s shoulder.

“Tell me about everyone.” You whispered sweetly.

Bucky suddenly got excited “Okay! Let start with my ma.”

You listened to him talk about his family, his friends, his school and everything in between all night.

You thought about the family you’d share together and for the first time in a few months you had real honest hope.

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A/N: muahahahahaha

Sooo tumblr suddenly isn’t letting me add any tags... I don’t know why. But it’s like not actually linking anyone, so they literally wouldn’t get the notification anyway 🥲

[broadcastingstories]

I’ll Stop The World And Melt With You

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Bucky faces his fears so that he can take you on a date.

Word Count: 3.1k+

Rating: SFW

Warnings: Mentions of anxiety triggers/anxiety attack. Fluff.

A/N: I saw this post a little while ago and I just could not get it out of my head. My brain immediately said “write a fic about it or I swear you will never know peace again” and so here she is. I’m not very good at writing the cutesy stuff, but I gave it my best shot!

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[broadcastingstories]

Hiii ♡ could you do one where reader is innocent and one night she comes downstairs to say goodnight and he kisses bucky on the cheek and ends up on his lap ☻️as she asks what that bulge is in his pockets but it's just ✨️ bucky ✨️and he tease her a little you know him enjoying y/n's reactions, then he tells her that it is better to go to sleep and leaves her desperate, you can add more ideas to the story if you want to write it ♥️

Summary: Innocent!reader says goodnight to Bucky and it tests his self-control or the one where Bucky wants to ruin you in delicious ways but decides to be a good guy and control his urges. 

A/N: Chefs kiss for this request! But I somehow struggled how to do this but then once I got started I wanted to write even more but I decided to just leave it as a teaser- so no smut today smh 

Tagged: @whiskey-barnes @elle14-blog1 @potatothots

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When you walk down the stairs you stopped at the bottom step. 

Your eyes searching before landing on Bucky who was sitting in the corner love seat, a book in hand, you smiled. You took a moment to study him, seeing how he was entranced in reading your eyes did a quick once over. He was wearing black pants, a black fitted shirt that seemed to make his muscles look bigger and his dog tags hung loosely around his neck. 

Without looking up, Bucky smirked and called out to you. “My eyes are up here.” He hummed and you couldn’t help but blush as you met his eyes. You walked closer to the ex-assassin and smiled softly as he put his book down on the arm rest. “What are you doing?” He asked and your smile grew. 

“I'm going to sleep and I just wanted to say good night,” you mumbled getting closer to him. He tilted his head towards you and you took that opportunity to lean down giving his cheek a kiss. But as you went to pull away you were surprised when Bucky reached out, discarding the book and bringing you onto his lap. 

“You’re going to bed?” He asked an amused smirk forming on his lips as he moved you in a more comfortable spot on his lap. As he did so, you felt something hard press between your thighs causing your cheeks to heat up. 

“What’s-” Your hands rested on his chest as his held onto your hips. “What’s in your pocket?” You stuttered, eyes going a little wide. Bucky’s smirk grew and he couldn’t resist opening his thighs wider causing your legs to do the same since they were on either side of him. You felt his fingers squeeze your hips as he moved you forward then, the action made you gasp the same time he groaned softly. 

Bucky’s eyes were now half-lidded and dark as he looked at you, a smirk still evident on his lips. “Nothing's in my pocket, babe.” 

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion for a moment, shifting in his lap. The movement sent a shock of electricity through you and you felt your blush come back to your cheeks as you realized. “What- oh,” a warmth began to form in your tummy. 

As you realized what you were actually sitting on, Bucky continued to stare. He had been good at restraining himself whenever it came to you. You were so innocent, so cute, a little naïve and it only made Bucky want to ruin you in the most delicious of ways. 

But when you came down the stairs in nothing but pajama shorts and a big t-shirt that practically swallowed you whole and kissed him on the cheek, he felt his self-control waned. Not able to stop himself from pulling you onto his lap to see what he could do to you. 

Bucky smirked again as he watched your face reddened and your thighs tensed tighter against his hips. You were so reactive for him. “Did that feel good, Bunny?” Bucky hummed and your blush darkened from his pet-name to you. 

“I don’t- I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You stumbled, fingers curling into his shirt. Bucky’s smirk grew mischievous as his hands tightened their hold on your hips. He moved you forward, grinding you down on his dick. As he dragged you back, it brought a pleasurable friction that made you moan. 

“That,” he said as he continued to move you against him. “That’s what I’m talking about, darling.” Even through the few layers that separated you, you could still feel his cock twitch when you moaned. 

“Bucky-” you whined; your face flushed as you held onto his shirt. The warmth in your stomach continued to grow as he moved his hands to the curve of your ass, guiding your movements a little faster. 

“Yes, Bunny?” His voice was lower, softer, holding in his groans as he pressed you down harder onto his lap. It wasn’t enough. 

“Bucky, please,” you begged and Bucky could feel you move on your own accord, rutting a bit faster in his lap. Bucky groaned, you were chasing after your own pleasure and it made him want to take you right here, right now, in the open. To hear you cry his name only. 

Bucky’s self-restraint was crumbling faster and he bit his lip as he decided to be nice. He held you still, stopping your movements as you whined. “Mm, I thought you said you were going to sleep, baby?” He said and held you tighter as you tried to move again. “It’s probably best if you go to sleep.” 

Your lips curved into a pout; the warmth that had grown in your stomach began to dim now that Bucky stopped any movements. You didn’t say anything as you nodded your head in agreement, standing up on shaky legs, feeling needy and confused but not sure of what. 

Bucky’s fingers curled into fists as he watched you. His tongue swiping over his bottom lip, wetting it as he noticed your legs wobble as you walked back upstairs. 

Once you were gone, Bucky slumped in his seat. His dick was still hard and it took a lot of his self-control not to follow you up. The whines and moans you made for him played on repeat and he closed his eyes. He really wanted to ruin you, too many scenarios flashed across his mind and he couldn’t help but groan. 

You really tested his control.