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Yours, with body and soul

Pairing — Boyfriend!Bucky Barnes x Girlfriend!Reader

Summary — Denying. The worst he can do when Sam annoys him about the relationship between Bucky and you.

Warnings — secret relationship, hurt/comfort, angsty, Bucky being known as fuckboy, roommates au, fluff

Wordcount — 4.832 Words

Authors Note — Written for the “Hot Bucky Summer” by @buckybarnesevents [Week One | “Mind your own damn business, secret relationship]. Beta’d by @elixirfromthestars. Divider made by me.

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Bucky groans loudly as Sam steps into the living room with a wide grin. Fuck him. Fuck it.

He’s never on time. Never! Except today, one time in like forever. The shit eating grin on his face saying everything Bucky has to know. Everything he doesn’t want him to know.

“If you’re busy, we can reschedule,” Sam laughs, plopping down on the couch. His legs are crossed, his arms thrown over the backrest of the couch as he watches the brunette standing like a lost puppy in the middle of the room.

Bucky shakes his head. Glad you didn’t notice Sam when you walked out of the room and back into yours.

“Why are you on time?” Bucky groans, running his thick fingers through his brown locks in frustration. “You’re never on time.”

Never.

In the years they have known each other, Sam has always come late. One minute. Two minutes. Or maybe half an hour. But there wasn’t a meeting he was early for or on time.

Except today. Of course, today!

“It’s nice to be on time. You’re always complaining when I’m late,” Sam shrugs. The smug grin on his lips never leaves, only increasing when he sees Bucky’s frustrated but also slightly flustered expression.

Of course, Bucky had complained in the past. Either the movie at the cinema already started. Or they didn’t get the best seats at a concert. Even at parties, the girls they took out were so impatient, Bucky had to deal with all of them.

But today? Today there wasn’t any rush. No annoying girls to demand Bucky’s full attention. All at once.

Today, it was just lunch with Sam to get through some presentations for college. But there was no rush. They could eat at twelve. Or they could eat at one, Bucky doesn’t care.

“You’re never on time, idiot,” Bucky mutters under his breath. He throws himself next to Sam on the couch, throwing his head back against the backrest. “I hate you.”

Sam laughs, turning his head toward Bucky. The grin still plastered all over his face. But the sparkle in his brown eyes. Dangerous.

Bucky shakes his head. Sam laughs.

There was nothing funny about it. And he had the audacity to not just appear early but also smirk at Bucky like a damn idiot.

He hates him. So much.

The silence between them is thick with tension. Bucky keeps running his fingers through his brown locks, refusing to look at Sam. Sam, though, keeps watching his friend closely. Closely!

Taking in the small redness on Bucky’s cheeks. The nervous habit of his hand running through his hair. And the anxious bouncing of Bucky’s leg.

Bucky’s not the anxious kind of guy. He never was. Except with you.

And Sam knows. He watches the known fuckboy becoming such a puppy around you. His best friend. His roommate.

“So what’s going on between you and her?” Sam asks after a while of silence. He’s enjoying Bucky suffering because of all the tension in the air too much, using every opportunity he can get to leave his friend suffering a moment longer.

“Nothin’, so shut up,” Bucky groans, getting off the couch. His blue eyes are darting throughout the room, looking for his pants.

He knows he threw them somewhere in the living room yesterday. Where the hell were his damn pants? Then he catches a glimpse of dark blue fabric behind Sam’s back.

Bucky’s eyes narrow, his head tilting slightly. “Gimme my pants, dickhead.”

“Woah! Be nice, sweetheart,” Sam teases, using the pet name Bucky often uses for you. Next to Babydoll, Princess, or Baby.

He loves them. Loves to see the flustered, almost shy smile appear on your lips whenever he calls you one of these pet names.

Though, when Sam uses one of these names — using them for Bucky is worse. So much worse.

“Anyway,” Sam says, pulling Bucky out of his thoughts as he claps his hands together. “You sure, huh? So, you say, there is nothing going on between the two of you?”

“Sure as hell!” Bucky mutters. “Now gimme my pants, dickhead.”

Sam laughs, but pulls Bucky’s pants from behind his back to throw them at the other man. Bucky catches them, glaring at his friend.

The glint in Sam’s eyes is still visible, his lips curled upward while he wiggles his eyebrows.

Nothing's going on.

Oh, he will have so much fun making jokes. Teasing Bucky about the nothing is going on situation.

Bucky might now be known as someone who’s spending more than one night with a girl. Maybe two nights, but never more. He doesn’t want to be addicted or want them to fall in love with him.

“So,” Sam starts again, ignoring Bucky’s annoyed huff and the roll of his eyes. This man just can’t shut up. Not once. And of course. Not in such a situation. “The little peck to the corner of her mouth. Or that soft smile when you look at her, it means nothing, you say?”

“Just shut up and mind ya own damn business,” Bucky barks at Sam. Changing into his jeans, he throws his sweatpants on the couch next to Sam.

Taking his phone and keys off the table, Bucky nods toward the door.

He can’t have more of this conversation right now. Sam won’t get it anyway. Won’t believe him anyway. So there is no sense in arguing with him about something he saw.

“Misinterpretation,” Bucky shrugs. “Can we go now, or does ya lazy ass want to stay on the couch all day?”

Sam rolls his eyes, sighing dramatically as he gets off the couch. He’s the one who’s always in the gym with Bucky. Who’s at every party with Bucky when he asks. Always. And now he’s a lazy ass?

Hormones. Worse than a girl!

“Ouch!” Sam whines playfully. His hand finds its way to his chest, and he squeezes the muscle underneath his shirt with a fake sob. “What do you all mean, now? It was just a peck on her lips, nothing special for the man you are.”

That stings. You didn’t mean to overhear the conversation between them. Nothing special. Nothing at all.

Tears well up in your eyes. How could you be so dumb? Dumb enough to fall for Bucky's tricks. For his charm.

You should have known. His only goal was to have you in his bed, writhing underneath him. For a bet? For his satisfaction? You don’t know. You don’t want to know.

Your heart breaks into tiny little pieces. One by one, making you fall apart. Every word hits you harder, hits a part of you that you didn’t know could be reached so easily.

Bucky’s your best friend. Your roommate. And yet. There was more. You thought there was more. But maybe there never was, there never will be. For him, you’re nothing but his next one-night stand. The next girl at college he has fucked.

That’s what you are. A meaningless fuck.

“Mind. Your. Own. Damn. Business,” Bucky groans in frustration. He’s shifting slightly, his gaze lingering on the wall behind his friend.

On a picture, to be exact. A picture of you and him. Happy. Laughing.

His heart skips a beat as he takes on every little detail of your smile. The slight curve of your lips, the sweet crinkles around your eyes.

You’re so beautiful. So sweet. And yet, so smart. Attractive.

Bucky never had a girl like you before. He had never met someone so sweet, loving. Your heart is so full of love. Love for everyone who needs it, for everyone who deserves it.

So full of love. So full of second chances for everyone who wants to prove themselves. Who wants to prove that they can be better than they were.

He doesn’t deserve you. Never did. Never will. No one does.

You’re way too sweet, too forgiving. Offering everyone a sweet smile. Even on bad days. Even when they lash out, that smile never leaves your lips.

You’re like the sun for him. Always bright and shining. Even on rainy days, you’re there, somewhere — smiling.

“There’s nothing going on between her and —“ Bucky interrupts himself as he takes in your smaller form. His ocean blue eyes settle on your face, a worried expression rushing over his face as he freezes.

You heard it. You heard it all!

“Babydoll– Fuck!” He mumbles, taking a step closer to you. But you step back, red rimmed eyes, tears leaking down your cheeks as you shake your head slightly.

He wants to reach out. But he doesn’t. He wants to hold you. Comfort you. Kiss you. But he doesn’t. He stops mid-track, running his fingers through his thick hair.

Just the way you love to do it. Just the way you do it. Twirling your fingers around his strands, pulling them softly when you massage his scalp.

His heart aches at the sight of your tear strained face. Don’t cry, babydoll. Please, don’t cry.

Bucky tilts his head slightly, his eyes soften. “Babydoll—“

“Leave it, James,” you say, swallowing down the pain that’s pulling at your heartstrings. It hurts so bad. “I get it, don’t worry, I get it now.”

You turn on your heels, grasping your jacket before you run out of the apartment. Fuck, you hate it. You hate him. But you also love him.

“Babydoll! Please, wait, please-“ Bucky pleads, but you’re out of reach. So far away.

His heart sinks. Yours shatters.

No. It can’t end like that. He never wanted it to end like that — never wanted it to end at all.

But there he is. Standing in the living room of your shared apartment. His eyes still focused on the place you stood before rushing out. His heart is heavy. His mind is empty.

He didn’t mean to.

“What the—“

“Fuck,” Bucky mutters, turning to Sam. His eyes darken as he sees his friend who’s casually walking toward him.

Like nothing happened. Like nothing happened.

“Nothing, huh?” Sam asks, once again. He shrugs before he passes Bucky. His shoulder pushes against Bucky’s, nudging him to follow, but he doesn’t.

Bucky remains where he is. His eyes are dark. His focus once again on the spot you stood.

His actions slowly sink in further. He hurt you. He hurt you so badly. Fuck.

His stomach turns, clenches. His heart is ripped out of his chest, shattered on the ground, and no one is there to help him pick it up again. No! You’re not there to help him put it back together.

Bucky should never have said that. He should have been honest with his feelings.

But now. His heart is shattered. And he doesn’t even want to imagine how you must feel with the pain he caused. He doesn’t want you to feel the pain he put you in.

Your face, tear-streaked cheeks. Red rimmed eyes. So hurt. So hopeless. And yet the glimmer of love in your orbs as you looked at him.

How could he hurt you?

“Just… shut up,” Bucky growls. But there’s no anger in his voice. It’s only filled with pain. With regret.

He looks up, facing Sam.

Bucky takes a deep breath, running his fingers through his locks, pulling them down his forehead before he lets them go again. His eyes filled with tears, trying to blink them away.

“Can we talk about this shit later?” Bucky asks, referring to the presentation they wanted to go over during lunch. “Gonna have to find her. Need to talk to her.”

Sam shakes his head, placing his hand on Bucky’s shoulder. His brown eyes are softer, his expression not teasing or amused anymore. He’s serious.

“No. You have to calm down. It doesn’t help when you run —“

“I can’t calm down! Sam, I fucked up. Like fucked up,” Bucky mutters under his breath.

He leans his head back, staring at the ceiling. Don’t cry. Don’t fucking cry! His Adam’s Apple bobs harshly. Blinking rapidly, he tries to get rid of the tears in his eyes, but it doesn’t work.

Never worked. Not when it comes to you.

His feelings are too deep. Too real.

“I have to—“

“Calm down! Yes, you have to calm down, Buck,” Sam says, keeping a firm grip on Bucky’s shoulder. He doesn’t budge when Bucky pushes slightly. Weakly. “C’mon. It doesn’t help you or her if you run after her. You're too emotional right now.”

He’s right. But Bucky can’t. He can’t risk losing you. Not over that. Not over anything.

He takes a shaky breath, shaking his head. Bucky has to follow you.

“Please, if I don’t talk to her now, she will never forgive me, Sam,” Bucky mutters, pushing Sam harder until he finally budges slightly. His hand still on Bucky’s shoulder.

He knows it’s not true. Hopes it’s not true. You’re so forgiving. Always.

But he fucked up. He can’t risk it, not when it’s about you. He needs you more than he needs air. Bucky would never forgive himself — or Sam — if you don’t forgive him.

He hurt you. Bad enough to not even deserve forgiveness. Of course, he doesn’t. But he needs you. And if there is the slightest possibility of saving your relationship. To earn your forgiveness, he will do it.

He would walk around the Earth. He would dive into the deepest ocean. He would do anything for you.

“And what would you say to her if you run after her now?” Sam asks, trying to make Bucky understand.

Bucky shrugs. Sam nods.

What would he say? Sorry. He didn’t mean to. Sorry. He loves you. But would that be enough? He needs to apologize, genuinely.

“Sorry.”

“And you think that makes it better?”

Bucky shakes his head again. Of course, it doesn’t.

If you have a glass and let it fall on the ground, it will shatter into pieces. You can say sorry, but it’s still shattered. Because in this case, no words help.

The same with your heart. He can say sorry. But it doesn’t help when he doesn’t show you that he means it. He has to prove it. Prove that he deserves your forgiveness. Deserves your love.

“Let’s have lunch. No talking about college, just some distractions. You won’t make it better if you rush after her, all panicked and confused,” Sam mutters, letting go of Bucky’s shoulder and walking toward the door.

Bucky sighs, looking over at him before he nods.

Fine. Sam won’t leave him alone until he agrees. So he does. Following after his friend, leaving the parts of his heart shattered behind him in the living room.

He has to put them back together. He has to put yours back together.

Bucky’s heart is heavy, his mind reeling. But he has to follow Sam, otherwise he will stand there for hours. Panicked. No apology. Just sorry.

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You walk around town. Lost. Broken.

He didn’t love you. All the words. All the touches. The soft kisses. They meant nothing to him.

What’s left is a broken heart, pain and longing.

Longing for something you can’t have. Something he doesn’t give you. It hurts. So bad.

Bucky’s wide-eyed expression, the shock on his face. It's still visible in your mind. Like he’s still standing in front of you. Like, he didn’t mean to say those things. And yet, he did.

You walk. Further and further. Just away from him. Somehow, the memories of the softness, the love, the adoration, you carry it with you. Heavy on your shoulders, clinging to your body like it belongs there. Like the pain you feel has to be felt.

And maybe it does.

You’re not sure how long you walked. Or where you walked. Surroundings don’t look familiar anymore, and the cool of the night makes your exhausted body shiver even more.

You just want to go home. Hide under your blanket and hope Bucky is at Sam’s or maybe–

You shake your head. No other girls. Please, no other girls. He promised it. But maybe it doesn’t mean anything now either.

Empty words. Empty, broken promises. Is that it?

The three months of dating happily were nothing but a lie?

You sigh, looking around. Where did you come from? What path had you taken?

A cold shiver runs down your spine when you don’t recognize anything around you. The sun goes down, and the sky darkens. The air is fresh, promising a cold night.

You shouldn’t have walked this far. Your heart is pounding in your chest, your breath becomes heavier. Panic fills your veins. Why didn’t you hear Bucky out?

Because you were hurt. You still are! But it could have saved you from getting lost in nowhere.

Your hands start to sweat. Tears form in your eyes, and every rational thought is thrown out the window. Your hands shake as you try to reach for your phone in your pocket.

It’s not there. And not in the other pocket. Panic rises, taking over everything that’s left of your thoughts. You can’t stay outside at night, you can’t!

“Babydoll!” A rough, hoarse voice comes from behind you.

So soft, so worried. And so familiar.

A hallucination. He wouldn’t have followed you. He wouldn’t even know where you are. And yet, his soft voice sounds so sweet and caring, filled with so much love.

“B-Bucky?” You ask quietly. Afraid he wouldn’t be real if you spoke any louder. Then you turn around, slowly. Carefully.

Facing the broad man you love. His piercing blue eyes filled with worry and regret. His hands shaking, his lips trembling. Bucky’s eyes are red-rimmed, filled with tears.

A soft, almost soundless sigh escapes his plump lips. “Fuck. Babydoll, I was fuckin’ worried.”

You want to throw yourself into his strong arms. Make him hold you tightly, softly. But you don’t, afraid he doesn’t want to. Scared he would push you away.

Not wanting to break your already broken heart further, you look at him with wide eyes. Your mouth slightly agape, but silent.

“Babydoll, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” he mutters over and over again.

Sam was right. He doesn’t have the right words to apologize. Not even after hours of thinking about it.

“Why, Bucky?” You ask, your voice broken but so soft. So forgiving.

You should shout at him. Punch him. Tell him you hate him. But you don’t.

He deserves it. He tells himself he deserves all your anger, all your hurt.

But you’re just too good. Too sweet.

“What?” He asks, confused. He takes a step closer, cautions. Bucky doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable, but he can’t stay away from you either.

“Why did you say that? I-I thought I meant something to you. I thought we meant something to you?” Your voice breaks, just like everything inside of him.

Bucky hates to see you cry. But he deserves it. He’s the reason for all these tears.

He takes another step closer, lifting his calloused hands, but he doesn’t touch you. Waiting. Watching. His heart beats fast, his fingers twitching, but he doesn’t move further unless you allow him to do so. And you know.

Bucky might be a fuckboy. But one thing about him: he respects women. He doesn’t touch unless he has permission, not even innocent touches.

“Please, can I- can I please touch you?” He whispers, his voice soft but so pained. He takes a shaky breath, his Adam’s Apple bobbing. “I know I don’t deserve it. But please, I need to feel you right now.”

You nod slightly, just enough for him to notice. Bucky immediately brings his warm hands to your cheeks, framing your face and pulling you closer against him. His breath hitches, a sob vibrating through his chest before it slips past his lips.

“I’m sorry. So sorry, sweetheart. I promise, I didn’t—“ another sob wrecks his body. Your heart aches, and whatever happened before, you can’t stand there and pretend it doesn’t rip your heart out when he’s crying like that.

His whole body is shaking as you snake your arms around his waist, leaning your head further into his warm touch.

For a while you both just stand there. On the sidewalk, tangled in one another. You’re both crying. Holding and comforting one another while the moon rises.

Everything is painted in the silver light of the moonlight. Even though the wind gets colder, you both keep holding onto one another like warm blankets.

With every passing second, you feel the pieces of your heart being put back in place. Slowly but steadily. Your body is filled with a warmth that only Bucky provides, the softness and love you fell in love with.

“Baby, I’m sorry. I promise, I didn’t mean it,” Bucky whispers after a while. His voice is rough from crying, and you can still hear it tremble.

He’s so soft. Like a lost puppy for you. Only for you.

“What did- what did you mean with there’s nothing going on?” You whisper. Another tear rolls down your cheek. Bucky’s fast, catching it with his thumb to immediately wipe it away. “Our months of dating. Did they even mean anything to you?”

“Everything!” He blurts out, his eyes soft. He means it. Genuinely means it. “I shouldn’t have said what I said to Sam. But I—“

Feel unsure? Feel insecure? Feel like you deserve more than what he can offer?

You wait patiently until he’s ready. Until he’s formed the right sentence in his mind. Though for him it still sounds wrong.

How can he possibly describe his feelings for you with simple words?

“It’s— fuck,” he whispers. Desperately searching for the right words, for the right way to explain.

He shakes his head, leaning his head back like he always does. Not thinking, but to stop himself from crying.

“Buck, look at me, please,” you whisper, running your fingers up and down his back.

His face drops, his eyes finding yours. Teary, vulnerable eyes. He’s bare for you. He always is.

“Shh, take a deep breath,” you mumble, leaning closer to press your lips to his cheek, kissing away the tears. But instead of crying less, his tears flow freely. “Please, take a deep breath for me, Buck.”

He does, inhaling slowly. Then he holds the air for a moment and blows it out through his mouth again. Repeating it a few times, you can feel his heartbeat calm down as well as his shaking.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers against your forehead. A soft sigh escapes him as he takes in the sweet smell of your shampoo. His favorite. “You should shout at me. Be mad at me. Hate me. But you’re just too good, and I don’t deserve ya. But, baby, I want to, I will do everything to deserve ya, will earn it.”

He takes a deep breath, shaking his head.

He fucked up. He doesn’t deserve you. Never did. Never will. And yet, he wants to deserve you.

“Why did you say it, Buck?” You ask softly. Way too soft for his liking. Like you already forgave him. But he hasn’t even forgive himself.

Your thumbs stroke softly over his spine. The feeling is warm and familiar. Whenever he’s feeling down, you do it, you massage the muscles of his lower back, let your fingers trace over his spine.

“I–it’s just.. Sam and the others—“ he breathes out, voice shaking. “It’s all so new. I–I want it to be perfect. Babydoll, please, I–I try. So hard, promise.”

And you believe him. Of course, you do. You’re just too understanding. Too lovely.

But he doesn’t want you to understand it. He doesn’t want you to forgive him. At least not immediately. He wants you to shout, to hate — so he can drown in the pain for a moment longer. A pain he caused. A pain you have to feel because of him.

“But it’s as perfect as it can be. Nothing is perfect in a way that everyone sees it as perfection. But it doesn’t matter,” you whisper, pecking his nose. “It doesn’t have to be perfect for anyone but us.”

“I know… I know, but—“ he whispers, closing his eyes to enjoy the softness of your lips lingering against his skin a moment longer. “It’s just… for them I’m just that fuckboy. Every night, another girl. Never a girl more than a fuck. But not for you. Never for you, babydoll. For you, I’m just Bucky.”

“You’re not just Bucky for me,” you growl slightly.

He’s everything than ’just’ for you. You feel anger boiling inside of you. But also understanding.

He’s known for who he was. And no one knows the man you know. So, of course, it’s new to him and it’s natural he wants to make it special — make it perfect.

Unfortunately, he misses the imperfection of perfection. Nothing will be perfect for everyone, but for you, the relationship with Bucky is perfect the way it is. He doesn’t have to impress you, he doesn’t have to prove himself — because he already did. But somehow, he’s missing that part in his thoughts.

“If you don’t want them to know, that’s fine. But please talk to me. I don’t wanna find out the way I just did, Buck,” you mutter. And he nods. Taking in everything you say.

He knows he fucked up. But you’re not mad, you’re not mad at him.

“I want them to know. I want the world to know. But—“ he takes a shaky breath, his fingers that still frame your face tighten slightly. “But what if they all know and ha-hate it? They won’t like it, I’m no good for you, and they might hate me because… you’re so sweet and I’m so me. I don’t want that bubble we are in to pop because they make you realize that I'm not enough for you.”

Your heart was broken before? Yes. But now? It’s literally shattered into a million pieces like sand in the desert.

Another sob wrecks his body as he hides his face in your neck, muttering against your skin how sorry he is. So you just stand there again, letting him cry as you comfort him with your hands stroking his back softly.

It’s what he needs. It's what you need.

After a moment, he kisses your neck, not pulling away. But it’s enough for you to know that he is calm enough to keep talking.

Your heart is heavy with all the pain he’s feeling. Forgetting the pain you felt yourself, you only want these ocean blue eyes to brighten, and these plump lips to twitch upward in that cute, charming smile of his.

A smile he reserves only for you. A smile that belongs to you.

“I don’t care what they think. And they won’t make me realise something that’s not true–“

“But—“

“Let me talk first, Buck,” you whisper softly, and he nods, taking a deep breath before he slides his tattooed fingers along your neck.

He just needs to feel you right now. Needs to feel your softness and maybe your forgiveness is enough for him to forgive himself, too.

“I know who you are. I knew about your history with girls. But I decided to be with you. Because you showed me a side of you only I get to see,” you mumble, kissing his temple. “I love you, Bucky. I don’t care what they say. Never will. But please, talk to me next time. I shouldn’t have run away, though.”

“I will. Promise. Will talk to ya, babydoll. I will make it up,” he whispers against your neck, kissing his way up to your jaw.

His lips are soft, warm. And you can almost ignore the cool night surrounding you. Because right there, with Bucky’s body pressed so tightly against you, you’re so warm.

“I love you, sweetheart. Love ya so much, so fuckin’ much,” he whispers, inhaling your scent before he pushes back slightly.

His eyes meet yours. Piercing blue eyes, still red rimmed, but behind the regret and pain, you see the softness, the light that’s shining so bright for you. Only for you.

“Can we go home now? It’s cold,” you giggle softly. “But I don’t know where we are, and uhm… I’m glad you’re here, Buck. Thank you.”

“No! I-I’m the one, baby. I have to thank you. For bearing with me! For loving me. Thank you so much, my babydoll. My precious babydoll.” He hums, leaning closer to kiss you before he remembers what you said.

You’re cold. You were lost. But not anymore. You will never be lost, he will make sure of it.

“I will run after you whenever you wanna run away. Will never let you get lost ever again, sweetheart,” he whispers before taking off his jacket and putting it over your shoulders. “Let’s get home, it’s freezing. And we don’t want to turn into popsicles, do we?”

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what good girls get after movie night

pairing: bucky barnes x female reader

summary: movie night in avengers tower gets interesting when you and bucky barnes test the limits of your secret relationship.

warnings: 18+ content (minors dni!!!), thunderbolts* spoilers, smut, pwp, piv sex, unprotected sex, creampie, vaginal fingering, edging/orgasm denial, multiple orgasms, come eating, semi-public fooling around (under a blanket during movie night), 'need to be quiet so we don't get caught' trope, sneaking around/secret relationship, dirty talk, light degradation, praise kink, teasing, biting, pet names (sweetheart, baby), established relationship, both bucky and reader are members of the new avengers—let me know if i missed something!

word count: 3.1k

a/n: here's my first ever entry for @buckybarnesevents's Hot Bucky Summer event!! idk yet how many weeks i'll be able to write for, but i'm gonna try to do a couple at least. and to start us off, we've got a very dirty Bucky Barnes and some New Avengers tower shenanigans 😅 hope y'all enjoy! ♡

prompt: “Mind your own damn business.” | [Secret Sex/Relationship | Embarrassment | Denial]

It was movie night in Avengers Tower—or rather, New Avengers Tower—and you plopped down in one of the end seats of the overstuffed couches in the lounge.

You always made sure to show up early so you didn’t end up crammed between John Walker and Ava Starr. Their bickering could ruin any movie.

Sure enough, the pair entered the lounge not long after you, arguing about who won some sparring match during their training that day, and whether it was cheating for Ava to use her powers. She was threatening to phase into his room and stab him while he slept as they took their seats on another couch.

You breathed a sigh of relief that they weren’t sitting near you. The seat next to you was still open, and you had hopes for who would take it—though you tried not to look hopeful as the others filtered in.

Alexei Shostakov, Yelena Belova and Bob Reynolds entered the lounge a few minutes later. Yelena flopped down on the floor, while Bob sat on the couch closest to her, the two of them having a conversation that was much more civil than the continued bickering between John and Ava, which had devolved into threats of bodily harm.

Alexei went straight for the remote to the massive TV before settling into the lounge’s only recliner armchair. Everyone had long ago agreed that was always his spot because he fell asleep five minutes into the movie and snored like a fighter jet mid-battle.

Just before Alexei hit play on the movie, Bucky Barnes slipped into the lounge and took the empty seat next to you. Immediately, your heart began to beat a little faster, and you tried to hide your joy as you looked around at the others on the team.

You’d spent hours wondering whether everyone else knew you and Bucky were sneaking around together, trying to keep your relationship secret so it wouldn’t get back to Valentina Allegra de Fontaine. Neither you nor Bucky knew how Val would react, and you both figured it was easier not to find out.

That night, no one was paying you and Bucky any mind—Yelena was snapping at John to shut up while Alexei’s recliner creaked loudly as he settled into it. You figured they either hadn’t noticed how close Bucky was sitting to you, or they didn’t care.

Knowing The New Avengers as you did, you truly couldn’t determine which was more likely to be true.

Finally, the movie began. The sound was turned up to a nearly deafening level, and you let your worries about what the team did or didn’t know fall away.

A few minutes in, Bucky grabbed a blanket from the back of the couch and he casually tossed it over the two of you. When you looked at him and caught his eye, the ghost of a smirk danced at the edge of his mouth, and you shot him the barest smile in return.

Glancing around the room, you made sure everyone was engrossed in the movie before curling into Bucky’s side. You threw your legs over his thigh while his metal arm wrapped around your shoulders, tucking you into his body.

Ducking your head, you hid a pleased smile as you got comfortable. Your body relaxed into Bucky, your fingers holding the blanket up to your chin so it covered as much of your entwined limbs as possible.

Snuggled up with your secret boyfriend, you settled in to watch the movie in peace. But Bucky had other ideas.

While everyone else was focused on the TV, Bucky shifted so he was curled more around you, his hand slipping onto your knee beneath the blanket.

Just that touch had tingles of warmth dancing up your thighs to settle heavily between your legs, your body already beginning to crave Bucky’s. But with the team littered throughout the room, you did your best to ignore your reaction to Bucky’s touch.

Then, oh so slowly, Bucky began to slide his hand up your thigh. His palm was blazingly hot through the thin cotton of your leggings, teasing you with his heat when you truly wanted him to be touching your bare skin.

The higher his hand got, the less you could ignore it. Especially when his fingers dug into the soft flesh of your thigh, earning a choked whine from you.

“Bucky,” you gasped on the softest exhale you could manage, well aware that there were two other super-soldiers in the room. No matter how loud the TV was, there was always a chance someone would hear you, or—god forbid—sense you another way. “We can’t.”

Lifting your head, you looked around the lounge with quick, sharp eyes.

Thankfully, Alexei was already asleep, the loud rumbling of his snores drowning out the quieter moments of the movie. Bob looked totally engrossed in the TV and Yelena was playing with one of her knives while she kept an eye on Ava and John, who were bickering again, though about what you couldn’t tell.

“Shh, sweetheart, watch the movie,” Bucky murmured teasingly in your ear, clearly having done his own sweep of the room and noting that no one was paying any attention to the two of you.

Bucky took advantage of the team’s distraction to slide his hand even higher up your thigh, until his big palm was cupping your pussy through your leggings. It was all you could do to bite down on your plush lower lip and hold back the sharp gasp that wanted to escape. His hand was so big and it felt so good pressing between your thighs.

A smirk slashed across Bucky’s face, his hungry eyes watching your expression closely so he could devour each and every one of your reactions. He pressed his fingers into your throbbing slit, watching as your lips dropped open and your eyes went hazy from the pleasure pulsing in your pussy.

He kept rubbing your cunt, and you knew the moment he realized you weren’t wearing any panties under your leggings because a soft growl rumbled in his chest. You’d already soaked through your leggings, and you were certain his fingers were growing wetter and wetter with every swipe of your pussy.

“You’re such a little slut, baby,” Bucky purred, ducking his head so his mouth was right against your cheek. You could feel the rasp of his stubble against your skin, and you squirmed on his lap, trapping his hand between your thighs, which only made him chuckle. “You wanted this, didn’t you, sweetheart?”

His words were so condescending and filthy, they had your heart racing in your chest, battering against your ribs. Embarrassment heated your cheeks, but you didn’t protest Bucky’s accusation—because he was right. You had foregone wearing panties hoping it would give Bucky easier access to do exactly what he was doing.

“You wanted to fool around during movie night, didn’t you, baby?” Bucky murmured, his impish grin pressed into your cheek. “You wanted me to rub your bare pussy through your leggings while the rest of the team are right here.”

It was so dirty, what the two of you were doing, but you didn’t want to stop. So even though his last words weren’t a question, you nodded. You lifted your eyes and looked at Bucky from under your lashes, letting him see all the naked desire in your expression.

Bucky’s grin widened, turning wolfish and hungry as his eyes sparkled in the dim blue light of the TV. His hand rubbed your pussy harder, thumb pressing tight circles into your clit, dragging you tenaciously toward the edge of your release.

“They could catch us at any second,” he warned, his voice still low enough that only you could hear. “And then they’d know just what a filthy little slut you are for me, huh?”

“Bucky, please,” you rasped on a stifled sob, turning your head and burying your face in Bucky’s neck. Your shoulders trembled, fingers curling into fists as you clung to his t-shirt. The pleasure rolling through your body was made even more overwhelming by the need to keep quiet.

“Don’t worry, baby, I won’t let them catch us,” Bucky rumbled soothingly, his hand between your thighs slowing to draw out your pleasure. “You just be a good little slut—stay quiet and let me play with your sweet, greedy cunt during the movie.”

“Yes, sir,” you whispered into Bucky’s neck, pressing a kiss to his skin as you spread your legs wider for him beneath the blanket.

“Good girl,” he cooed against your temple, making you quiver from the pleasure.

For a long while, Bucky rubbed your dripping cunt through your leggings, getting the fabric soaking wet while stoking your pleasure to a constant, burning heat. He was merciless, playing with your clit and your puffy pussy lips as if trying to get you to slip up and make a sound.

For your part, all you could do was try to be good. You muffled your moans in the warmth of Bucky’s neck, huffing out soft mewls and breathless whimpers that were drowned out by the movie playing on the TV and Alexei’s snores.

When you thought Bucky was going to edge you like that for the entire movie, he pulled his hand from between your thighs. Without warning, everything sharpened around you, your mind surfacing from the haze of constant pleasure.

Despite the reprieve from his torture, you nearly whined at the sudden loss of Bucky’s touch. Your fingers curled tighter in the soft cotton of his t-shirt and you were about to say something—but then he hooked his fingers around the waistband of your leggings and slid his big hand inside.

Bucky’s warm, calloused fingers pushed between the messy, swollen lips of your pussy, and the feeling was so good—so filthy and exquisite—that you were nearly helpless to it. At the last second, you ducked your head and sank your teeth into the hard muscle of his pecs to stifle the moan that demanded to spill free.

A grunt came from Bucky when you bit him, and you lifted your head in time to catch him glancing furtively around the room. When it was clear that everyone else was distracted by the movie or each other, you both breathed a sigh of relief.

Bucky’s fingers, which had stilled against your pussy, slipped deeper between your thighs. Two pushed into your hole, spearing you open and sinking inside you to the knuckle. They stretched you deliciously, stroking against your sensitive inner walls, and for a moment, you forgot yourself.

“Oh god, Bucky,” you breathed on a sigh of delight, pushing your face into his neck in a belated attempt to muffle your sounds of pleasure. He smelled like salt and leather and you wanted to lick him and moan with abandon.

“Shh, ya gotta be quiet, sweetheart,” Bucky chided you, his tone warm with affectionate teasing. “You don’t want anyone catching us, do you?”

Pleasure was throbbing through your body, so sharp and insistent, you could hardly bring yourself to care about getting caught anymore. You just wanted some relief—you wanted to come.

“Need you,” you whined as quietly as you could manage. “Please,” you begged pitifully, tugging weakly on Bucky’s shirt, as if that would sway him toward giving you what you wanted.

A reprimanding growl rumbled in Bucky’s chest and when he spoke, his mouth brushed against your ear, his words filling your head.

“If you can be a good girl and be quiet for the rest of the movie, I’ll take you back to my room and show you what good girls get,” he said, and then, as if deciding to make his point even clearer, he went on. “Good girls get to come on my big, fat cock while I spill my seed in their greedy, hungry cunt.”

His words were a lightning bolt straight to your pussy, and you nearly moaned again. You had to bite down on the base of Bucky’s throat to stifle the sound, and as soon as it passed, you pulled your mouth away to respond.

“I can be good—I can be good, I swear,” you promised in a rushed babble, a whine in your tone as you nodded your head against Bucky’s shoulder.

“Good girl,” Bucky purred in your ear, his metal arm tightening around your shoulders and tucking you deeper into his chest. All the while, his fingers fucked your dripping hole slowly, torturously, ramping up your pleasure before easing you back down.

Bucky brought you to the edge three more times before the movie ended, rumbling in your ear to be a good girl and not come on his fingers so he could reward you later. It was a near thing each time, but you managed it, your body trembling more and more beneath the blanket concealing your bodies.

He’d let you wind down after each edge while he slipped his hand from your leggings and licked your desire from his fingers. His eyes would glimmer with barely leashed lust as he held your gaze, making you watch him taste you while you quivered in his arms. Then he’d start the process all over again.

By the time the movie was over, you were wound so tight, you knew you’d explode the second Bucky slid his cock into your aching, hungry cunt. And you couldn’t wait another minute for that release.

The second the credits began to roll, you yanked Bucky’s hand from your leggings, the super-soldier letting you free his fingers with a low chuckle. Then you tossed the blanket off your overheated bodies and hopped up, heading straight for the door with Bucky hot on your heels.

“Where are you two going?” John called as you tried to make a hasty escape, drawing all eyes to you and Bucky. “Don’t tell me you guys are tired already, we only watched one movie! Bucky might be ancient, but what’s your excuse, rookie?”

“Mind your own damn business, Walker,” you snarled, hurling the comment over your shoulder as you picked up your pace.

You didn’t care anymore if the team knew about you and Bucky and what you got up to when you were alone in the tower. All you could think about was the pounding pulse between your thighs and your need for release.

Looking over your shoulder, you caught Bucky’s eye, and he looked just as desperate and hungry as you felt. With a jolt of understanding, you realized he didn’t care if anyone else knew either, and the thought made you smile happily at him. His wolfish grin answered you and urged you on.

As the two of you retreated from the lounge, you heard John whining to the others, “What’d I say?” The last thing you heard was everyone else—save for Alexei, who was still asleep in his chair—laugh at him.

Once you were out of sight of the team, Bucky hauled you over his shoulder and took off. He jogged through the winding hallways of the tower until he got to his room. There, he pushed quickly through the door and locked it behind him, before tossing you down on the bed.

“Leggings off now, unless you want me to tear them off you,” Bucky growled, already yanking his clothes off.

You grinned at his impatience, as if he wasn’t the one who’d tortured you for the last two hours by edging you during movie night. But you decided to save your teasing for later, because you wanted him too badly to say anything. Instead, you just tore of your own clothes as quickly as you could.

Then Bucky was on you, his hips bullying between your legs, his cock smacking against your wet, needy pussy. Your thighs spread wide to welcome him into your body, your lips parting on an obscene moan when he crushed you into the bed with his heavy form.

In one thrust, he was inside you, and you let loose an uninhibited scream of pleasure that filled his room, bouncing off the walls and shattering the stillness of the night.

Just as you’d predicted, you came the moment Bucky slid home inside your pussy, your release helped along by the way he was grinding the base of his cock into your clit. He knew exactly what he was doing, pushing you over the edge with relentless efficiency.

And you were helpless to it. The pleasure coursing through you, crashing over you in blissful waves had you trembling and whimpering beneath him, riding out the overwhelming release with your thighs wrapped tight around his waist.

“That’s it, sweetheart, you’re coming like a perfect little slut on my cock,” Bucky praised you, brushing kisses to your cheeks before capturing your lips in a filthy kiss. “You were such a good girl, so quiet and perfect for me while I played with your pretty pussy.”

Bucky started rolling his hips, thrusting into you with deep strokes of his cock, filling you up over and over again. You could feel the twitching and throbbing of his hard length, but he didn’t let up, just set a brutal pace, pounding into your cunt. Before your release had even fully subsided, he was urging you toward another.

Gripping your jaw in one hand while he braced himself on his metal arm, Bucky held your face still, his eyes locked on yours. There was a promise of pleasure in his feral gaze, in the slash of a smirk on his face, and you couldn’t help the eager grin that pulled at your lips at his next words.

“Now it’s time for me to show you what good girls get after movie night.”

Bucky Barnes was a man of his word, and show you he did. He fucked you long and hard, making you come so many times you lost count, until the evidence of your pleasure was seen in the uncontrollable quivering of your exhausted thighs and the amount of come—both his and yours—making a mess as it spilled from your body.

Meanwhile, the rest of the New Avengers team gave Bucky’s room a wide berth for the night. They all had a good idea about what the two of you got up to when you slipped away from the others to be alone; they all knew about your “secret” relationship and your not-so-secret cuddling during movie night. (Thankfully, that was all they knew about.)

Well, everyone knew about you and Bucky Barnes except John Walker. But he was always the last to figure out anything.

All told, it was a pretty standard movie night in the New Avengers Tower.

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A Daddy's Himbo - Chapter 4

Only one more chapter to go! It'll be completed later this month once I've gotten the fifth chapter ready for following weeks of HBS :D

Hot Bucky Summer 2025, June 1st-7th: Denial @buckybarnesevents

Pairing: Steve/Bucky Rating: Explicit Word/Chapter Count: 14,673 (4/5) Tags: Modern AU, Exes to Lovers, Bucky, Sub Steve, Puppy Play Queer Themes, (more tags on AO3)

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“Got a surprise for you, Stevie.”

Steve glances up from his book, reading glasses perched on his wrinkled nose. “”S’not my birthday.”

Bucky smiles, casual in his step. “No, but that doesn’t mean I can’t indulge you every once in a while.”

The furrow between Steve’s brows deepens. To be fair, Bucky isn’t exactly being discreet, the way he’s shining his eyes at Steve, tempting and wanting.

“I think,” Bucky starts slowly, tutting to himself as he closes in on the couch. He throws his legs over and straddles Steve’s lap, cupping that perfect jaw to smooth a thumb along the skin. “...I’d like to show you off.”

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A Daddy's Himbo - Chapter 4

Only one more chapter to go! It'll be completed later this month once I've gotten the fifth chapter ready for following weeks of HBS :D

Hot Bucky Summer 2025, June 1st-7th: Denial @buckybarnesevents

Pairing: Steve/Bucky Rating: Explicit Word/Chapter Count: 14,673 (4/5) Tags: Modern AU, Exes to Lovers, Bucky, Sub Steve, Puppy Play Queer Themes, (more tags on AO3)

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“Got a surprise for you, Stevie.”

Steve glances up from his book, reading glasses perched on his wrinkled nose. “”S’not my birthday.”

Bucky smiles, casual in his step. “No, but that doesn’t mean I can’t indulge you every once in a while.”

The furrow between Steve’s brows deepens. To be fair, Bucky isn’t exactly being discreet, the way he’s shining his eyes at Steve, tempting and wanting.

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Lifting Spirits | Thunderbolts*!Bucky Barnes x Female! Reader | Drabble 895 words |

It's been a long time since you and Bucky were able to sneak off, and it's starting to show.

Warnings: 18+ for suggestive language, thoughts and situations. Thunderbolts* spoilers.

HBS Week 1: “Mind your own damn business.” | [Secret Sex/Relationship | Embarrassment | Denial]

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No one was supposed to know about you and Bucky. You hadn't meant to make the relationship secret, it'd just sort of…happened. If you could even call it a relationship, mostly it was just…fucking. Stress relief, unwinding.

You had a system and that system mostly involved sneaking into each other's bedrooms as much as humanly possible, which wasn't very often when you shared a weird superhero tower with five other, very nosey, people.

It'd been a while, to be honest, since you'd had any kind of opportunity to sneak into Bucky's room, and it was starting to wear very thin.

The memory of his body under yours as you'd taken your pleasure from him in the huge Jacuzzi tub on the balcony was just a memory. The feel of his hands on your hips, holding you still as he drove you both into his headboard and over the edge of pleasure was just a dreamy sensation.

Now you were contending with your own hands and the few toys you managed to sneak in past your fellow heroes.

"Are you alright?" Bob asked from his nest of cushions and beanbags by the ridiculously huge windows.

"Oh, yeah, I'm fine. How're you, read anything good lately?"

He frowned, looking at you sideways.

"I was just — nevermind, you must not have heard me." He went a little pink at the ears and you realised he'd been talking about his latest read for at least ten minutes while you looked at the balcony and tried to recall, in detail, what Bucky's cock felt like inside you.

"Sorry, Bob, just, in my own head at the moment. Nothing to do with you."

You half-smiled, but still couldn't take your eyes off the covered tub.

You fell back into your own thoughts until the elevator dinged open, making you start.

"I told you, Yelena, I'm fine."

"Bucky, you do not seem fine." She grumbled back, "you broke so much stuff, you know how much all that stuff costs?"

"No."

Even the sound of his gruff voice was sending tingles down your spine. Fuck. You needed that sound in your ear, telling you every disgusting thing he was going to do to you just as soon as you got some time alone and —

"Hey, are you oh-kay? What is it with you two lately."

"She's fine, 'Lena, she said she's fine." Bob raised his eye brows, not brave enough to say anything, but he sure was fond of suggesting.

"Ergh, there's nothing wrong, leave me alone." You flopped back into the couch cushions, one eye open.

You tracked Bucky's movements across the living area, he shrugged his jacket off, pulling it down each muscled arm, you licked your lips, when he tugged it free and shook it out you could see his broad shoulders, biceps swelling.

Bob followed your eyeline.

Bucky stretched, his t-shirt riding up and revealling a slither of his lower belly, a dusting of dark hair, a hint of muscle.

You sighed dreamily.

He sat down, kicking his boots up onto the coffee table and searching for the remote before reaching his vibranium hand behind him to ruffle his long hair.

"Okay, I'm going to bed." You announced, slapping your thighs and pushing yourself up.

"It's not even dinner yet?" Yelena said, confused. "It is like half past six in the evening, you can't go to bed."

"I'm…very sleepy." You insisted, faking a yawn and stretching your arms in your best attempt to show off your own body.

Bucky looked at you then, the same hunger in his eyes when they trailed down your body and back up. You were only in a big t-shirt and shorts, but when you moved you knew he could see the curve of your hips, the arch of your back — his favourite places to grasp and pull at.

"Yeah, we've all been very tired." He agreed, his voice slightly stilted. "It's good to rest — sleep."

"Going to lay down. In my room. On my bed." You backed towards the elevator, toying with the bottom of your shirt.

Bucky stood too, eyes locked with yours as if he was stalking you like prey. Every footfall of his boots echoed in the otherwise silent penthouse.

"You guys are weird." Bob mumbled, but he couldn't look away either, picking his milkshake back up.

Finally you were both in the elevator, backs against each wall, still eyeing each other.

The doors closed heavily.

"They're so weird." Bob laughed, taking a long, loud, slurp of milkshake.

"Too weird."

Yelena pushed the call button again and, sure enough, the elevator came straight back, the doors opening slowly to reveal you and Bucky tangled together.

He'd lifted you into his arms straight away, wrapping your legs around his waist so you could press yourself against his hardening length. He was kissing you so deeply you didn't even notice Yelena stood in the open door.

"Oh my god, 'Lena! Look!" Bob shouted and Yelana nodded in agreement.

"Oh fuck." You laughed, burying your head in Bucky's neck to cover your embarrassed shock.

But Bucky didn't falter, he pressed the button for your floor, continuing to kiss up your neck and, as the doors were shutting, turned to Yelena.

"Mind your own damn business."

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Knock First

Bucky Barnes x F!Thunderbolts!Reader

For Week 1 of Hot Bucky Summer: "Mind your own damn business" & "embarrassment"

Warnings: 18+, Thunderbolts* spoilers, allusions to smut, language, tower fic, vague mentions of reader having powers

Word Count: 3.5k

A/N: hot bucky summer is BAAACK baby!!! had so much fun writing this. thank you as always to @buckybarnesevents for hosting this event every year!

Privacy at the tower was practically nonexistent these days. No one should have expected anything different, though. You were a team of people who didn’t really have much of anywhere else to go. The tower wasn’t really supposed to be a permanent residence, but no one was in much of a rush to find places of their own. Yourself included.

Knowing what you were dealing with, you had learned to accept the fact that your alone time could get cut short or interrupted at any minute. It wasn’t your favorite thing in the world, but you’d been stuck in much worse places. This place was the closest thing you’d had to a home in a long time, and it came with its own dysfunctional family dynamics included.

While you were accepting of the living arrangements, and managed to accept them without too many complaints, Bucky wasn’t handling it quite as well as you were. He was also at the tower now that he was in New York instead of down in DC. Whenever he complained you’d send him a random apartment listing, and for as much as it bothered him he continued to do it. Lucky for you there was no shortage of listings in the boroughs to send him.

The lack of privacy bothered Bucky a whole lot less before the two of you had started sneaking around together. Thinking back on it, you realized that you two only managed to stay away from each other for about a month after he started living at the tower with the rest of you. You could’ve sworn it was longer, but maybe that was just because it wasn’t as though Bucky had ever really fully thawed out his warm and fuzzy side even now. That didn’t particularly bother you either.

It especially didn’t bother you in moments like this, when Bucky was holding the side of your face with one hand while the other was sliding down your chest, your shirt already discarded on the floor. He hovered over you as he kissed you. Warmth bled into your body from his as he kept you caged between him and your mattress. You could hear it better than most, how quickly his heart was beating as he slotted the two of your bodies together.

There was the ticklish brush of his beard against your jaw and then your neck. You tilted your chin up to give him better access, digging your teeth into your bottom lip to stifle the moan you felt creeping up the back of your throat. Unable to stop yourself, you slid your fingers through Bucky’s hair, giving it a small tug of encouragement.

His low hum of appreciation sent vibrations down your entire body. The sensation caused you to arch into him, a shuddered gasp slipping from between your lips as he slid the strap of your bra down off your shoulder.

The word yes was right on the tip of your tongue as his hand that was previously holding your face landed on the button of your jeans. Before you could say it, though, you heard the sound of the doorknob twisting. You tried to get yourself upright, knowing that someone was about to walk in, but you didn’t get very far nor did you communicate to Bucky what you thought was about to happen. All the words were caught in the back of your throat, trapped there by the way Bucky’s teeth were sinking into the sensitive skin there.

Bucky heard the creak of the door open, but even if that hadn’t gotten his attention there was only half a second between that sound and the gasp that Bob let out, immediately followed by him stammering and stuttering, trying to get through an apology of some kind.

If it had been in Bucky’s wheelhouse of powers, he would’ve sliced Bob clean through from top to bottom with just a look. Luckily for all of you that wasn’t the case, but the look on Bucky’s face still made Bob want to dissolve into a puddle on the floor.

You had never seen Bob’s face turn such a deep shade of red before. He clearly hadn’t meant to walk into your room. His was the next door down in the hallway, and you were willing to bet that he’d had his nose buried in the book in his hands which lead to him walking into your room instead of his own. A series of honest mishaps but that didn’t do anything to assuage the anger that Bucky was currently feeling. Blood was rushing quickly through his veins for an entirely different reason now, one that had you trying to hold him back from getting up off the bed.

Bob was nervously looking down at his book, and then up at the two of you, and then back down at his book again as he tried to assure you both that he didn’t see anything. Which you had no choice but to laugh at because he was technically still seeing it, even as he was trying to say he wasn’t.

“I won’t say anything. Well, because there’s nothing to say. Because I didn’t see—”

Bucky cut him off, harsh but simultaneously saving him from trying to come up with the rest of his soliloquy. “Shut the fucking door, Bob!”

His eyes popped wide open, like the thought hadn’t crossed his mind even though you knew all he wanted to do was leave and forget that this had ever happened. “Right. Right.”

The second his hand landed on the doorknob, Bucky spoke up again, more exasperated now than angry. “With you on the other side!”

Your attempt to stifle your laughter was hardly even half-hearted. There was no pretending the entire scene wasn’t comical, Bob’s face somehow managing to get even redder as he went and put himself on the other side of the door. With a laugh and a flick of your wrist you pushed it shut behind him, scooching him out the rest of the way in the process. Once he was out, you allowed yourself to truly break down into laughter at what had just happened.

Bucky sat upright, maneuvering himself so that he was sitting with his legs hanging off your bed. Running his fingers back through his hair he huffed. “It’s not funny.”

You were still laughing, which was enough of an argument to his point without you even saying anything. Using one arm to prop you up, you slid your bra strap back into its rightful place. “It is, though.”

He gestured towards the door. “Didn’t think that a little warning would’ve been—”

You scooted closer to him. You’d managed to stop laughing but the humor hadn’t left your voice yet. “I was a little distracted—sue me.”

“If he goes and tells everybody…” he trailed off, meaning to make it sound like a threat but the tone wasn’t hitting quite right.

You rolled your eyes. “I don’t think you have to worry about that.” Bucky looked at you with an expression that clearly showed how little faith he had in your statement. “I thought the kid’s heart was going to explode in his chest for a second there. I think we’re gonna be alright.” Bucky was grumbling, like you wouldn’t be able to hear him just fine even when he was speaking under his breath. Leaning into him, you hooked your chin over his shoulder. “That’s the risk you run when you’re sneaking around.”

“He has no reason to be barging in here.”

“Well, yeah, that obviously wasn’t on purpose.”

There was a pause, and while you couldn’t get the best look at Bucky’s face from your current angle, you had a feeling that he was mulling over your point. You hoped that the sound logic, combined with the fact that you were ready to finish that the two of you had started if he was, would be enough to stop him from getting up and going after Bob. What happened didn’t have to be a big deal if Bucky didn’t make it one.

About five more seconds went by and just when you were thinking that Bucky was going to fall back into bed with you, he shifted his grip on the edge of your mattress and went to stand up off the bed.

“I’m just gonna—” he was halfway to standing when you reached out and grabbed his hand, pulling him back towards you.

He was strong, but so were you, so your pull did cause him to stumble back a step. Looking back at you, annoyance was still etched into his features. Only difference now was that some of it was for Bob, but some of it was for you too.

“Is that really what you wanna spend your time doing right now?” You gave another light pull on his hand.

“What if he says something?”

You laughed. “What do you think he’s gonna do? Text the group chat saying he caught us making out and he saw, like, half my boob?”

Bucky had years of practice in keeping a straight face, but even so you knew deep down that he wanted to laugh. Something about hearing it spelled out like that made him realize, at least a little bit, how ridiculous he was being.

“Fine.” His concession came with him collapsing back onto the bed with you.

It took him no time at all to be right back on top of you again, but you still couldn’t help but to nettle him a little bit with, “Wow, don’t sound so excited about it.”

You caught his eyeroll right before he leaned in to kiss you. Neither of you bothered enough by the events of the conversation after to let it keep distracting you from what you’d set out to do in the first place. One more flick of your wrist and the lights shut off.

It wasn’t until early the following morning when you finally left your room again. Bucky had gone back to his own space the night before once the two of you were done, but you’d had no reason to leave your mini-sanctuary. So you didn’t. You’d slipped into a relatively unbothered sleep until the sunrise started coming through your window.

When you stumbled your way into the kitchen, there were hardly any lights on. There were enough windows to make up the difference, though. Rubbing the last of the sleep from your eyes, you saw that the only other person there, presumably the only other person awake at such an early hour, was Bob. He was sitting at the counter, a bowl of cereal and milk in front of him. His spoon was halfway to his mouth as he continued to read the same book he’d had in his hands last night.

You broke the silence, and by extension his concentration. “How is that book, anyway?”

He flinched at the sound of your voice, not having heard you come in. The spoon dropped back into the bowl. Luckily the droplets of milk that made it over the side didn’t seem to get on the pages he was looking at. He looked at you, but could only manage to hold eye contact for a moment before staring down into his cereal. His cheeks were already turning color.

“It’s, uh,” he cleared his throat, “it’s good.”

You smiled and nodded. “That’s good.” Turning around, you stepped over to the refrigerator and pulled the door open. Your head was practically tucked inside the thing as you contemplated what you wanted to make for your own breakfast. With your back still to him, you said, “Figured it must be a pretty immersive read if it’s got you walking into the wrong bedroom.”

The choking sound that came next let you know that he’d clearly tried to take a bite of his cereal while you weren’t looking at him. A couple more coughs and he managed to get out, his voice a little strained, “That was an accident. I prom—”

Carton of orange juice in your hand, you finally turned around to face him. “I know it was, Bob.” You chuckled as you grabbed a glass for yourself and filled it. “If I thought you were some kind of perv, I wouldn’t have let them put my room right next door to yours.”

He managed a weak smile, face still red from a mixture of embarrassment and coughing. “Right.”

Even though it grew quiet between you, you could tell from the rapidity of Bob’s heartbeat that this probably wasn’t the end of the conversation. He was just working up the courage to ask or say whatever it was that was on his mind. You were in no rush—he could take all the time he wanted. You kept yourself busy grabbing eggs from the fridge and finding whatever other leftover goodies in there you could to make something reminiscent of an omelet.

There was the clinking of Bob’s spoon against his bowl of cereal, and you were glad that he couldn’t see the smile on your face. He would’ve asked why you were smiling and you didn’t really want to tell him that you found his nervousness to be a little bit endearing. He wasn’t the one who was doing anything wrong. He wasn’t the one who had been keeping secrets. By that logic he had nothing to be nervous about.

His now-empty bowl scraped along the countertop as he pushed it away from him. Clearing his throat, he said, “So…you and Bucky…?”

You chuckled. All that time to think and yet those four words just about summed it up. You nodded, facing the stove still instead of him. “Yeah, something like that I guess.”

Bob nodded even though you weren’t looking at him. “Wow. I didn’t, uh, how long’s that been…”

You shot him a good-natured smile over your shoulder. “Long enough that I’m surprised you’re the first one to catch us.”

He smiled nervously, and the darkening hue of his cheeks had you wondering just how red his face could get. “Oh.”

He’d only met your eyes long enough to see that you smiled at him before looking back down at the book in front of him. It was evident that he wasn’t actually taking in any of the words written out, but it was easier to stare blankly at the pages than it was to stare at you.

Returning your attention to the stove, you said, “You know, it’s going to be really difficult to work on a team together if you can’t make eye contact with me.”

“Oh, uh, I’m not—I’m fi—it’s fine.”

Sliding your finished omelet out of the pan and onto a paper plate, you shut off the stove and put the frying pan into the dishwasher. Plate still balanced in one hand, you used the other to pull the drawer open and grab a fork. Bob was looking quickly back and forth between you and his book as you moved, his hair falling in front of his face every time he looked down.

You situated yourself on the opposite side of the counter, but directly in front of him. Paper plate right by the edge, you leaned forward and braced your forearms against the edge of the counter so you could eat. Cutting into your omelet, you gave it a couple seconds before speaking up again. It felt like Bob needed time to recover from every exchange now.

Once you finished your first bite, you said, “Out of everybody involved, you have, like, the least amount of reason to be embarrassed.”

“I’m not embarrassed,” he said, the color not yet fully gone from his face.

“Okay,” you took another bite, “sure. I’m just saying,” you used your fork to point at yourself, “me,” you gestured towards the hall where Bucky’s room was, “and him should be the ones avoiding eye contact. But I have no sense of shame,” you said with a laugh, “and he takes all his shame and turns it into annoyance and angry looks so…”

Bob managed not to laugh until you made the comment about Bucky and then he allowed himself to revel in the amusement for a moment. He knew you were right, but that didn’t do anything really to make him feel any better about what had happened. He also knew that Bucky’s anger wasn’t confined to just the look on his face. He was worried about that more than the rest of it.

“Right. He just seemed pretty pissed, so…”

You shrugged and took another bite of your breakfast. “Don’t take it personally—he’s always like that.”

It got another quiet laugh out of Bob. You were both giggling to yourselves over it when you heard another set of footsteps getting closer to the kitchen. You could tell from the pacing of them that it was Bucky, but Bob seemed blissfully unaware of that fact. You let him enjoy ignorance for a few more precious seconds until Bucky came lumbering into view.

He looked back and forth between you and Bob. He caught the smiles on both of your faces, although the look quickly melted off of Bob’s when he realized who had just walked into the kitchen. You didn’t bother to try and pretend that you felt any less amused than you really were.

You flashed a cheesy grin at Bucky. “Good morning, sunshine.” Rather than return your greeting, he gave you a frown that was one part annoyance, one part exhaustion. Continuing to use your fork as a wand, you looked at Bob and gestured to Bucky’s face. “See? Told you. He’s just like that.”

Bucky didn’t look at Bob, but after another second he wasn’t looking at either of you. Back turned on both of you, he started to make himself a cup of coffee. “Yeah? What’d else you tell him?”

You rolled your eyes. “Bucky, c’mon.”

He turned back around, coffee mug in his hand. He skipped right over you and went to looking at Bob. It was hard for him to maintain eye contact with Bucky too, but for an entirely different set of reasons. He managed it, though. Managed it easier than he had with you.

“There’s nothing to talk about,” Bucky said, his tone flat. “Not to her, to me, to anyone. Just mind your own damn business and—”

“Come off it, Buck,” you interrupted him. “It’s not like he was snooping around.”

Bob’s eyes widened at the fact that not only had you interrupted, but you interrupted to come to his defense. He was content just to let Bucky say his piece and then try to move on without ever bringing it up ever again. He’d deal with the dirty looks and grumbles from Bucky for however long he needed. Eventually it’d all blow over. Something else would happen to steal Bucky’s annoyance. Probably, anyway.

The look that Bucky gave you told you to shut up without him having to actually utter the words. His put his attention back on Bob. “Just keep your mouth shut or—”

“Or what?” you asked with a laugh, tossing your now-empty paper plate into the garbage can. “He goes and blabs to Alexei about us, what’re you gonna do?” The ensuing silence spoke volumes, and you didn’t miss the tiny smile that was starting to creep its way across Bob’s face. “Because if I remember right, the last time you tried to get the upper hand on him, Bob beat you up with your own arm, so, you know,” you shrugged, “might wanna reconsider.”

Your rationale had both Bucky and Bob protesting, for similar reasons phrased very differently. Bob was talking to Bucky, trying to say that he had no intention of doing something like that, while Bucky was talking to you trying to explain that it wasn’t Bob who had done that. They were both right, but you didn’t care about that part. It got Bucky off Bob’s case for the time being, and it had the added bonus of giving you a good laugh.

Bucky stopped before he got himself too worked up. Taking another sip of his coffee, he turned and started to head back towards his bedroom. “It’s too early for this.”

You chuckled as he walked away, but you refrained from making any extra commentary. There would be plenty of time for that later. Both you and Bob watched him until he’d completely disappeared from view down the hallway.

Once you heard Bucky’s bedroom door shut, you looked across the counter at Bob again. “See? Not that bad. He’ll get over it.”

He looked at you, the longest he had all morning, with a sheepish smile on his face. “Thanks.”

“Don’t sweat it.” You tossed your fork into the dishwasher. “Plus now, you know, you got something to hold over Bucky’s head like a guillotine so—”

“Oh, no,” he cut you off, eyes wide like he was shocked you’d made the suggestion. “I don’t want to do that.”

You chuckled. “I know. Which is why it’s a good power for you to have.” Swiping your drink off the counter, you made your way over to his side of it. “And, you know, for what it’s worth,” you gently rested your hand on his shoulder as you walked by, “maybe next time double-check the room before walking into it.”

His cheeks darkened again as he nodded, gaze locked back onto the counter. “Yeah, I’ll remember that.”

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We are live!!!

AO3 collection is now open and we are underway!

HOT BUCKY SUMMER IS BACK!

This event runs from June 1st, 2025 to August, 30, 2025. Masterlists (optional) are due by August 31st. Each week starting June 1st, we’ve given you a theme (phrase) and three (or more) prompts to spark your imagination. You do not have to strictly include the exact phrase or prompt words in your works - they are meant to encourage you and inspire your overall idea! Interpret them as you wish.

📢 RULES/FAQs

Tag accordingly, please! General blog rules apply to this, please read before participating. This event is 18+ due to the nature of the prompts.

There is no minimum or maximum limit.

We will not be reblogging works outside of the assigned week (ex: if you fill a week 1 prompt but we are already in July, we will not be reglogging), however, these prompts are meant to inspire your muses and you can use them as you desire.

Your works do not have to be inherently M or E rated to participate, they are up to your interpretation.

There is no limit on how many works you create. You can create multiple works for one prompt/week, participate in only week, or create a multi-chapter fic to combine different weeks/prompts. We encourage and welcome all participants!

TAG ACCORDINGLY!

Any and all forms of creation are welcomed!

📢 HOW TO SHARE YOUR WORKS:

Please mention us (@buckybarnesevents) and use the tag #hotbuckysummer2025 in your post for us to reblog your works!

We MUST be able to clearly identify what week/prompt you are using. Again, we will not be reblogging works outside of the assigned week. If we cannot easily tell what prompt you are using when tagged, we will not be reblogging.

You can also tag us again in your masterpost for us to reblog a summary of your works for this event.

⏩ Ao3 Collection: HotBuckySummer2025 ⏩ Discord: https://discord.gg/buckybarnesevents (Great place to promote, and feel free to join for a friendly community to hang with even outside of events!) ⏩Previous Works: Event Archive

For a word version (enabling copy and paste), please see below the cut.

Happy creating!

💙 HR

1 June 1st - June 7th | “Mind your own damn business.” | [Secret Sex/Relationship | Embarrassment | Denial]

2 June 8th - June 14th | “Did I give you permission?” | [Cock Cage | Orgasm Delay/Denial | Master/Pet Roleplay]

3 June 15th - June 21st | “Not now!” | [Heat/Rut | Rushed Sex | Exhibitionism]

4 June 22nd - June 28th | FREE WEEK | [Optional prompts: “A” - Auto-fellatio, Aftercare, Aphrodisiac, Anal Play, Ass-to-mouth, Ahegao]

5 June 29th - July 5th | “Play with it.” | [Cock Worship | Forced Masturbation | Come Play]

6 July 6th - July 12th | “I need help.” | [Sex Pollen | Erectile Dysfunction | Fuck or Die]

7 July 13th - July 19th | “Put this on.” | [Blindfolds | Lingerie | Gag/Collars]

8 July 20th - July 26th | “Have it your way, then.” | [Brat | Punishment | Sub/Dom Relationship]

9 July 27th - August 2nd | FREE WEEK | Optional Prompts: “S” - Sex Toys, Stomach Bulge, Somnophilia, Stuckage, Saliva Play]

10 August 3rd - August 9th | “I can’t.” | [Big Cock | Anal Training | Forced Orgasm]

11 August 10th - August 16th | “You look good like this.”| [Marked Up | Tied Down | Ruined]

12 August 17th - August 23rd | “You can’t be real.” | [Fantasy Character | Monsterfucking | Dreaming/Daydreaming]

13 August 24th - August 30th | FREE WEEK | [Optional Prompts: “M” - (Mutual) Masturbation, Masochism, Medical Play, Milking, Musk, Multiple Orgasms]

#bbe #hotbuckysummer2025

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buckybarnesevents · 20 days ago

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2025 WHBB Artist Sign-Ups

To all fans and Shippers of WinterHawk!

Artist Sign-ups are open now!

But first, for everyone who isn't familiar with this event or anyone who needs a refresher:

The Bang is a fun, relatively low-effort event, with flexible minimums on art and other collaborations.

-Artists is used as a broad term here and can include things like Moodboards, Playlists, and even Podfic!

Before you sign up, check the rules and this year's schedule first! After that, all you have to do is fill out our Sign-up Form. Be sure to send the form in on time, sign-ups close on 1 June! A confirmation email of your sign-up should be sent to you within 48 hours - if you do not receive one, please reach out to the mods via email ([email protected]), Tumblr Message, or on our Discord server, and we will try to figure out what went wrong.

If you have any more questions, just want to cheer the authors and artists on, or are still considering joining this year, we welcome you to the Discord server to chat and cheer!

If you want to support us otherwise, you can help us out by reblogging this post far and wide, telling all your fandom friends about it, and sharing everywhere where more people might see it!

With much excitement, Your Mod Team!

Jess, Panic, Panda, Ghost, and Kate

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