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[dailyreverie]

Okay but what about Sleeping under the stars with Poe from the summer prompts? 🥺

Hello my lovely beautiful friend! As always, thank you for trusting me with a request. I hope you like the sweetest most teeth rotting fluff that has ever existed.

Underneath the stars

Pairing: Poe Dameron x reader

Word count: 1.1k

CW: This is literally just fluff. Brush your teeth after reading. Also, Poe kisses, those always deserve a warning. Mentions of death, angst if you squint (literally just like one paragraph)

The warm summer breeze greeted your skin as you walked down the ramp of the ship. There was no sound beyond the insects and wind, the faraway planet you had reached being more welcoming than you expected. Your mission of finding Poe was too easy, as you followed the sounds of BB’s whirring, spotting Poe’s silhouette against the moonlight. He had announced he was going outside to check your surroundings a while ago, as you filed reports and sent out your status. 

All good, we’ll be back tomorrow.

Considering his calm posture, sitting on the grass atop the hill, you could assume everything was clear. Tomorrow seemed to be too soon as you let the quiet of this orbit mute all the noise you were used to, the noise still buzzing in your head, so you let it numb you, let it make you feel at ease even for a night.

“Hey,” You whispered as you reached him, setting down the blankets and pillows you had carried with you in case the night got cold while you were here.

“Hi,” Poe looked up with shiny eyes that followed your movements as you sat down, stretching out his arm so you could lean against his shoulder on your usual spot beneath his strong arms.

You understood why he had been here all this time; the stars had hypnotized your eyes immediately as they blinked, as if someone were playing with the lights somewhere, turning them on and off with different colors and sizes.

“I’m glad you are here,” Poe murmured against the side of your forehead, kissing there softly.

“I’m glad I’m here, too,” You smiled up at him, both your eyes crinkling at the corners. It wasn’t usual to be sent to missions together, hadn’t been for a while, with you usually in recon and him fighting. Seeing Poe as your assigned pilot for this one together felt too good to be true, like a mistake someone had made. You didn’t speak up. “If I had been sent here with Snap, this would’ve been much more boring.” 

He laughed at your joke, softly, carelessly, as if he was also taking the calm atmosphere in his advantage. If you could, you would give him every slow night you could get just to see him like that - even if just for a night.

“I can’t believe the sky is so clear,” You spoke into the night, barely a murmur as you got lost in the stars again. “Either that, or I hadn’t looked at the stars in a while.”

“Both,” Poe confirmed, as if he had already thought of that too. He held you tighter, closer to his body. “Do you think they’re watching? Everyone we have lost?” Your arm wrapped around his middle when he asked, understanding now why he was so quiet, so lost in his own thoughts.

“I like to think so. I think they’re there, somehow. Lingering...” But it wasn’t a sad question, you realized, and neither was your answer. It was just a fact - just a way to make sense of it all. “Shimmering.” You concluded as the stars, for some reason, began to shine brighter.

A small sound of agreement left his throat. And then, he asked. “if you could chose to be a star, a nebula, or a comet, what would you be?”

“What the hell, Poe?” You snorted, completely caught off guard by his question, pushing at his shoulder as you looked at him. “What kind of philosophical dilemma are you going through right now?”

“Come on, what would you be?” He matched your laughter, trapping your hand and lifting it to his lips, kissing your knuckles.

“Would you still love me in any of those forms?”

“Oh, absolutely,” He shook his head. His love for you, you had learned, knew no boundaries.

You gave it a thought, analyzing all your options, until you settled for one. “A comet.” You said, sure of your answer. “They’re good luck.”

“What?” Poe asked in between a laugh. “What do you mean, good luck?”

“When one appears, and you see it shooting across the sky, you make a wish and it will come true.” When you looked up at him, he was looking at you with questioning eyes. “It’s true!”

As if on cue, a bright light crossed the dark sky, making you gasp and point at it, hitting his leg softly in excitement.

“You have to make a wish, now.”

“Okay,” he thought for a couple of seconds, closing his eyes. “I wish that-”

“Shh, no,” your fingers delicately stopped his mouth, pressing against his lips. “If you say it, it won’t come true.” 

Poe squinted his eyes at you. “You’re full of little quirks, aren’t you, sweetheart?” Even if teasing, you could hear the softness in his voice. 

He didn’t let you answer as he dipped down to kiss you, as if that were the only thing that would keep him from talking. His kiss wasn’t urgent, not looking for anything else, only wanting to feel you close, to taste your smile and take his time to do it. And you let him, of course, feeling his arms wrap around your body as he kissed you senslessly, stars and comets and wishes forgotten, because all that mattered was being kissed by him like that, like you had all the time in the galaxy. You could stay under his loving touch for hours, let him take his time to kiss you for however long he wanted.

Poe’s lips, slow and tender, never left yours as he carefully pushed you both back, backs colliding with grass, your head strategically placed under his arm. You didn’t know when your hand had reached his curls, grasping them softly, feeling the hairs slip in between your fingers. They stayed there when you parted, doing soft motions on the back of his head, his disheveled hair mixing with the night sky above him. 

“I think you would be a galaxy,”

His cheeks reddened a little at the thought, and at the way you said it, with so much love and pureness in your words that he couldn’t look away from your piercing eyes. “Would you love me, then?”

You smiled. “Well, I love you now, don’t I?” 

Poe kissed you again before he lay down beside you, shifting so you both were comfortable. Even the grass felt warm, plush, and much better than any Resistance-issued mattress. You began to drift off before you could even notice, only reaching for the blanket you had brought with you, covering you both with it before you let sleep carry you away.

“Are we really going to sleep here?” You asked then, noticing his breath was also beginning to even out. You reached for the pillows then, putting them under his head.

“It’s a beautiful night, let’s take advantage of that.” His neck crooked to kiss the top of your head. “If it gets too cold, we’ll go back.”

You didn’t feel any cold, not even for a minute, and you slept like you hadn’t in a long time, holding each other under the twinkling sky.

✨🚀✨🚀✨🚀✨🚀✨🚀✨🚀✨🚀

Thanks for reading! Please reblog and comment if you enjoyed it.

[dailyreverie]

Okay but what about Sleeping under the stars with Poe from the summer prompts? 🥺

Hello my lovely beautiful friend! As always, thank you for trusting me with a request. I hope you like the sweetest most teeth rotting fluff that has ever existed.

Underneath the stars

Pairing: Poe Dameron x reader

Word count: 1.1k

CW: This is literally just fluff. Brush your teeth after reading. Also, Poe kisses, those always deserve a warning. Mentions of death, angst if you squint (literally just like one paragraph)

The warm summer breeze greeted your skin as you walked down the ramp of the ship. There was no sound beyond the insects and wind, the faraway planet you had reached being more welcoming than you expected. Your mission of finding Poe was too easy, as you followed the sounds of BB’s whirring, spotting Poe’s silhouette against the moonlight. He had announced he was going outside to check your surroundings a while ago, as you filed reports and sent out your status. 

All good, we’ll be back tomorrow.

Considering his calm posture, sitting on the grass atop the hill, you could assume everything was clear. Tomorrow seemed to be too soon as you let the quiet of this orbit mute all the noise you were used to, the noise still buzzing in your head, so you let it numb you, let it make you feel at ease even for a night.

“Hey,” You whispered as you reached him, setting down the blankets and pillows you had carried with you in case the night got cold while you were here.

“Hi,” Poe looked up with shiny eyes that followed your movements as you sat down, stretching out his arm so you could lean against his shoulder on your usual spot beneath his strong arms.

You understood why he had been here all this time; the stars had hypnotized your eyes immediately as they blinked, as if someone were playing with the lights somewhere, turning them on and off with different colors and sizes.

“I’m glad you are here,” Poe murmured against the side of your forehead, kissing there softly.

“I’m glad I’m here, too,” You smiled up at him, both your eyes crinkling at the corners. It wasn’t usual to be sent to missions together, hadn’t been for a while, with you usually in recon and him fighting. Seeing Poe as your assigned pilot for this one together felt too good to be true, like a mistake someone had made. You didn’t speak up. “If I had been sent here with Snap, this would’ve been much more boring.” 

He laughed at your joke, softly, carelessly, as if he was also taking the calm atmosphere in his advantage. If you could, you would give him every slow night you could get just to see him like that - even if just for a night.

“I can’t believe the sky is so clear,” You spoke into the night, barely a murmur as you got lost in the stars again. “Either that, or I hadn’t looked at the stars in a while.”

“Both,” Poe confirmed, as if he had already thought of that too. He held you tighter, closer to his body. “Do you think they’re watching? Everyone we have lost?” Your arm wrapped around his middle when he asked, understanding now why he was so quiet, so lost in his own thoughts.

“I like to think so. I think they’re there, somehow. Lingering...” But it wasn’t a sad question, you realized, and neither was your answer. It was just a fact - just a way to make sense of it all. “Shimmering.” You concluded as the stars, for some reason, began to shine brighter.

A small sound of agreement left his throat. And then, he asked. “if you could chose to be a star, a nebula, or a comet, what would you be?”

“What the hell, Poe?” You snorted, completely caught off guard by his question, pushing at his shoulder as you looked at him. “What kind of philosophical dilemma are you going through right now?”

“Come on, what would you be?” He matched your laughter, trapping your hand and lifting it to his lips, kissing your knuckles.

“Would you still love me in any of those forms?”

“Oh, absolutely,” He shook his head. His love for you, you had learned, knew no boundaries.

You gave it a thought, analyzing all your options, until you settled for one. “A comet.” You said, sure of your answer. “They’re good luck.”

“What?” Poe asked in between a laugh. “What do you mean, good luck?”

“When one appears, and you see it shooting across the sky, you make a wish and it will come true.” When you looked up at him, he was looking at you with questioning eyes. “It’s true!”

As if on cue, a bright light crossed the dark sky, making you gasp and point at it, hitting his leg softly in excitement.

“You have to make a wish, now.”

“Okay,” he thought for a couple of seconds, closing his eyes. “I wish that-”

“Shh, no,” your fingers delicately stopped his mouth, pressing against his lips. “If you say it, it won’t come true.” 

Poe squinted his eyes at you. “You’re full of little quirks, aren’t you, sweetheart?” Even if teasing, you could hear the softness in his voice. 

He didn’t let you answer as he dipped down to kiss you, as if that were the only thing that would keep him from talking. His kiss wasn’t urgent, not looking for anything else, only wanting to feel you close, to taste your smile and take his time to do it. And you let him, of course, feeling his arms wrap around your body as he kissed you senslessly, stars and comets and wishes forgotten, because all that mattered was being kissed by him like that, like you had all the time in the galaxy. You could stay under his loving touch for hours, let him take his time to kiss you for however long he wanted.

Poe’s lips, slow and tender, never left yours as he carefully pushed you both back, backs colliding with grass, your head strategically placed under his arm. You didn’t know when your hand had reached his curls, grasping them softly, feeling the hairs slip in between your fingers. They stayed there when you parted, doing soft motions on the back of his head, his disheveled hair mixing with the night sky above him. 

“I think you would be a galaxy,”

His cheeks reddened a little at the thought, and at the way you said it, with so much love and pureness in your words that he couldn’t look away from your piercing eyes. “Would you love me, then?”

You smiled. “Well, I love you now, don’t I?” 

Poe kissed you again before he lay down beside you, shifting so you both were comfortable. Even the grass felt warm, plush, and much better than any Resistance-issued mattress. You began to drift off before you could even notice, only reaching for the blanket you had brought with you, covering you both with it before you let sleep carry you away.

“Are we really going to sleep here?” You asked then, noticing his breath was also beginning to even out. You reached for the pillows then, putting them under his head.

“It’s a beautiful night, let’s take advantage of that.” His neck crooked to kiss the top of your head. “If it gets too cold, we’ll go back.”

You didn’t feel any cold, not even for a minute, and you slept like you hadn’t in a long time, holding each other under the twinkling sky.

✨🚀✨🚀✨🚀✨🚀✨🚀✨🚀✨🚀

Thanks for reading! Please reblog and comment if you enjoyed it.

[dailyreverie]

kiss prompts that make the room spin a little

these are just dialogue, i'll make a scenario version if you guys want!! lmk favs, enjoy :)

"you talk a lot..."

"you're cute when you're jealous."

"yeah?" (teasing or sincere tone, leaning in) "yeah." (sincere!!! or sarcasm)

"fuck it." - this one gets me every time HELLO

"show me what you want."

"i missed you." + a smile

a breathless, barely audible "please" & the wordless answer (a kiss mls)

"i thought you said you don't get flustered." - they earn a blush in response. then they laugh. and boom.

"don't look at me like that!"

"yes, ma'am" as they lean in. (you could use sir, too.)

"we shouldn't be doing this."

"oh yeah?"

"shut up."

"i can't pretend anymore." - first kiss. think yearning

“kill your curiosity. kiss me”

[dailyreverie]

Okay but what about Sleeping under the stars with Poe from the summer prompts? 🥺

Hello my lovely beautiful friend! As always, thank you for trusting me with a request. I hope you like the sweetest most teeth rotting fluff that has ever existed.

Underneath the stars

Pairing: Poe Dameron x reader

Word count: 1.1k

CW: This is literally just fluff. Brush your teeth after reading. Also, Poe kisses, those always deserve a warning. Mentions of death, angst if you squint (literally just like one paragraph)

The warm summer breeze greeted your skin as you walked down the ramp of the ship. There was no sound beyond the insects and wind, the faraway planet you had reached being more welcoming than you expected. Your mission of finding Poe was too easy, as you followed the sounds of BB’s whirring, spotting Poe’s silhouette against the moonlight. He had announced he was going outside to check your surroundings a while ago, as you filed reports and sent out your status. 

All good, we’ll be back tomorrow.

Considering his calm posture, sitting on the grass atop the hill, you could assume everything was clear. Tomorrow seemed to be too soon as you let the quiet of this orbit mute all the noise you were used to, the noise still buzzing in your head, so you let it numb you, let it make you feel at ease even for a night.

“Hey,” You whispered as you reached him, setting down the blankets and pillows you had carried with you in case the night got cold while you were here.

“Hi,” Poe looked up with shiny eyes that followed your movements as you sat down, stretching out his arm so you could lean against his shoulder on your usual spot beneath his strong arms.

You understood why he had been here all this time; the stars had hypnotized your eyes immediately as they blinked, as if someone were playing with the lights somewhere, turning them on and off with different colors and sizes.

“I’m glad you are here,” Poe murmured against the side of your forehead, kissing there softly.

“I’m glad I’m here, too,” You smiled up at him, both your eyes crinkling at the corners. It wasn’t usual to be sent to missions together, hadn’t been for a while, with you usually in recon and him fighting. Seeing Poe as your assigned pilot for this one together felt too good to be true, like a mistake someone had made. You didn’t speak up. “If I had been sent here with Snap, this would’ve been much more boring.” 

He laughed at your joke, softly, carelessly, as if he was also taking the calm atmosphere in his advantage. If you could, you would give him every slow night you could get just to see him like that - even if just for a night.

“I can’t believe the sky is so clear,” You spoke into the night, barely a murmur as you got lost in the stars again. “Either that, or I hadn’t looked at the stars in a while.”

“Both,” Poe confirmed, as if he had already thought of that too. He held you tighter, closer to his body. “Do you think they’re watching? Everyone we have lost?” Your arm wrapped around his middle when he asked, understanding now why he was so quiet, so lost in his own thoughts.

“I like to think so. I think they’re there, somehow. Lingering...” But it wasn’t a sad question, you realized, and neither was your answer. It was just a fact - just a way to make sense of it all. “Shimmering.” You concluded as the stars, for some reason, began to shine brighter.

A small sound of agreement left his throat. And then, he asked. “if you could chose to be a star, a nebula, or a comet, what would you be?”

“What the hell, Poe?” You snorted, completely caught off guard by his question, pushing at his shoulder as you looked at him. “What kind of philosophical dilemma are you going through right now?”

“Come on, what would you be?” He matched your laughter, trapping your hand and lifting it to his lips, kissing your knuckles.

“Would you still love me in any of those forms?”

“Oh, absolutely,” He shook his head. His love for you, you had learned, knew no boundaries.

You gave it a thought, analyzing all your options, until you settled for one. “A comet.” You said, sure of your answer. “They’re good luck.”

“What?” Poe asked in between a laugh. “What do you mean, good luck?”

“When one appears, and you see it shooting across the sky, you make a wish and it will come true.” When you looked up at him, he was looking at you with questioning eyes. “It’s true!”

As if on cue, a bright light crossed the dark sky, making you gasp and point at it, hitting his leg softly in excitement.

“You have to make a wish, now.”

“Okay,” he thought for a couple of seconds, closing his eyes. “I wish that-”

“Shh, no,” your fingers delicately stopped his mouth, pressing against his lips. “If you say it, it won’t come true.” 

Poe squinted his eyes at you. “You’re full of little quirks, aren’t you, sweetheart?” Even if teasing, you could hear the softness in his voice. 

He didn’t let you answer as he dipped down to kiss you, as if that were the only thing that would keep him from talking. His kiss wasn’t urgent, not looking for anything else, only wanting to feel you close, to taste your smile and take his time to do it. And you let him, of course, feeling his arms wrap around your body as he kissed you senslessly, stars and comets and wishes forgotten, because all that mattered was being kissed by him like that, like you had all the time in the galaxy. You could stay under his loving touch for hours, let him take his time to kiss you for however long he wanted.

Poe’s lips, slow and tender, never left yours as he carefully pushed you both back, backs colliding with grass, your head strategically placed under his arm. You didn’t know when your hand had reached his curls, grasping them softly, feeling the hairs slip in between your fingers. They stayed there when you parted, doing soft motions on the back of his head, his disheveled hair mixing with the night sky above him. 

“I think you would be a galaxy,”

His cheeks reddened a little at the thought, and at the way you said it, with so much love and pureness in your words that he couldn’t look away from your piercing eyes. “Would you love me, then?”

You smiled. “Well, I love you now, don’t I?” 

Poe kissed you again before he lay down beside you, shifting so you both were comfortable. Even the grass felt warm, plush, and much better than any Resistance-issued mattress. You began to drift off before you could even notice, only reaching for the blanket you had brought with you, covering you both with it before you let sleep carry you away.

“Are we really going to sleep here?” You asked then, noticing his breath was also beginning to even out. You reached for the pillows then, putting them under his head.

“It’s a beautiful night, let’s take advantage of that.” His neck crooked to kiss the top of your head. “If it gets too cold, we’ll go back.”

You didn’t feel any cold, not even for a minute, and you slept like you hadn’t in a long time, holding each other under the twinkling sky.

✨🚀✨🚀✨🚀✨🚀✨🚀✨🚀✨🚀

Thanks for reading! Please reblog and comment if you enjoyed it.

[dailyreverie]

Okay but what about Sleeping under the stars with Poe from the summer prompts? 🥺

Hello my lovely beautiful friend! As always, thank you for trusting me with a request. I hope you like the sweetest most teeth rotting fluff that has ever existed.

Underneath the stars

Pairing: Poe Dameron x reader

Word count: 1.1k

CW: This is literally just fluff. Brush your teeth after reading. Also, Poe kisses, those always deserve a warning. Mentions of death, angst if you squint (literally just like one paragraph)

The warm summer breeze greeted your skin as you walked down the ramp of the ship. There was no sound beyond the insects and wind, the faraway planet you had reached being more welcoming than you expected. Your mission of finding Poe was too easy, as you followed the sounds of BB’s whirring, spotting Poe’s silhouette against the moonlight. He had announced he was going outside to check your surroundings a while ago, as you filed reports and sent out your status. 

All good, we’ll be back tomorrow.

Considering his calm posture, sitting on the grass atop the hill, you could assume everything was clear. Tomorrow seemed to be too soon as you let the quiet of this orbit mute all the noise you were used to, the noise still buzzing in your head, so you let it numb you, let it make you feel at ease even for a night.

“Hey,” You whispered as you reached him, setting down the blankets and pillows you had carried with you in case the night got cold while you were here.

“Hi,” Poe looked up with shiny eyes that followed your movements as you sat down, stretching out his arm so you could lean against his shoulder on your usual spot beneath his strong arms.

You understood why he had been here all this time; the stars had hypnotized your eyes immediately as they blinked, as if someone were playing with the lights somewhere, turning them on and off with different colors and sizes.

“I’m glad you are here,” Poe murmured against the side of your forehead, kissing there softly.

“I’m glad I’m here, too,” You smiled up at him, both your eyes crinkling at the corners. It wasn’t usual to be sent to missions together, hadn’t been for a while, with you usually in recon and him fighting. Seeing Poe as your assigned pilot for this one together felt too good to be true, like a mistake someone had made. You didn’t speak up. “If I had been sent here with Snap, this would’ve been much more boring.” 

He laughed at your joke, softly, carelessly, as if he was also taking the calm atmosphere in his advantage. If you could, you would give him every slow night you could get just to see him like that - even if just for a night.

“I can’t believe the sky is so clear,” You spoke into the night, barely a murmur as you got lost in the stars again. “Either that, or I hadn’t looked at the stars in a while.”

“Both,” Poe confirmed, as if he had already thought of that too. He held you tighter, closer to his body. “Do you think they’re watching? Everyone we have lost?” Your arm wrapped around his middle when he asked, understanding now why he was so quiet, so lost in his own thoughts.

“I like to think so. I think they’re there, somehow. Lingering...” But it wasn’t a sad question, you realized, and neither was your answer. It was just a fact - just a way to make sense of it all. “Shimmering.” You concluded as the stars, for some reason, began to shine brighter.

A small sound of agreement left his throat. And then, he asked. “if you could chose to be a star, a nebula, or a comet, what would you be?”

“What the hell, Poe?” You snorted, completely caught off guard by his question, pushing at his shoulder as you looked at him. “What kind of philosophical dilemma are you going through right now?”

“Come on, what would you be?” He matched your laughter, trapping your hand and lifting it to his lips, kissing your knuckles.

“Would you still love me in any of those forms?”

“Oh, absolutely,” He shook his head. His love for you, you had learned, knew no boundaries.

You gave it a thought, analyzing all your options, until you settled for one. “A comet.” You said, sure of your answer. “They’re good luck.”

“What?” Poe asked in between a laugh. “What do you mean, good luck?”

“When one appears, and you see it shooting across the sky, you make a wish and it will come true.” When you looked up at him, he was looking at you with questioning eyes. “It’s true!”

As if on cue, a bright light crossed the dark sky, making you gasp and point at it, hitting his leg softly in excitement.

“You have to make a wish, now.”

“Okay,” he thought for a couple of seconds, closing his eyes. “I wish that-”

“Shh, no,” your fingers delicately stopped his mouth, pressing against his lips. “If you say it, it won’t come true.” 

Poe squinted his eyes at you. “You’re full of little quirks, aren’t you, sweetheart?” Even if teasing, you could hear the softness in his voice. 

He didn’t let you answer as he dipped down to kiss you, as if that were the only thing that would keep him from talking. His kiss wasn’t urgent, not looking for anything else, only wanting to feel you close, to taste your smile and take his time to do it. And you let him, of course, feeling his arms wrap around your body as he kissed you senslessly, stars and comets and wishes forgotten, because all that mattered was being kissed by him like that, like you had all the time in the galaxy. You could stay under his loving touch for hours, let him take his time to kiss you for however long he wanted.

Poe’s lips, slow and tender, never left yours as he carefully pushed you both back, backs colliding with grass, your head strategically placed under his arm. You didn’t know when your hand had reached his curls, grasping them softly, feeling the hairs slip in between your fingers. They stayed there when you parted, doing soft motions on the back of his head, his disheveled hair mixing with the night sky above him. 

“I think you would be a galaxy,”

His cheeks reddened a little at the thought, and at the way you said it, with so much love and pureness in your words that he couldn’t look away from your piercing eyes. “Would you love me, then?”

You smiled. “Well, I love you now, don’t I?” 

Poe kissed you again before he lay down beside you, shifting so you both were comfortable. Even the grass felt warm, plush, and much better than any Resistance-issued mattress. You began to drift off before you could even notice, only reaching for the blanket you had brought with you, covering you both with it before you let sleep carry you away.

“Are we really going to sleep here?” You asked then, noticing his breath was also beginning to even out. You reached for the pillows then, putting them under his head.

“It’s a beautiful night, let’s take advantage of that.” His neck crooked to kiss the top of your head. “If it gets too cold, we’ll go back.”

You didn’t feel any cold, not even for a minute, and you slept like you hadn’t in a long time, holding each other under the twinkling sky.

✨🚀✨🚀✨🚀✨🚀✨🚀✨🚀✨🚀

Thanks for reading! Please reblog and comment if you enjoyed it.

[dailyreverie]

kiss prompts that make the room spin a little

these are just dialogue, i'll make a scenario version if you guys want!! lmk favs, enjoy :)

"you talk a lot..."

"you're cute when you're jealous."

"yeah?" (teasing or sincere tone, leaning in) "yeah." (sincere!!! or sarcasm)

"fuck it." - this one gets me every time HELLO

"show me what you want."

"i missed you." + a smile

a breathless, barely audible "please" & the wordless answer (a kiss mls)

"i thought you said you don't get flustered." - they earn a blush in response. then they laugh. and boom.

"don't look at me like that!"

"yes, ma'am" as they lean in. (you could use sir, too.)

"we shouldn't be doing this."

"oh yeah?"

"shut up."

"i can't pretend anymore." - first kiss. think yearning

“kill your curiosity. kiss me”

[dailyreverie]

The gif and the water droplets mentioned went hand in hand, I’m glad I made it happen 😂 (I spent a good 30 minutes looking for the gifs with the most chest on display btw lol)

And yeah… I just think Poe will forever take care of everyone, and needs someone who will take care of him, you know? 🥺🥺

Thank you as always for your lovely comment and for sharing!

Here I am!!! It took a while because I was undecided about which one to ask ehehe 🤭 buuuut this time let's go with Poe and "I need to take a head count" pretty please and thank you? Love you!!!!

Hiii! I always love to get your requests, thank you so much! 🩷 As soon as I got this one my brain went to a day in the sun with Poe (and then it added a spark of trauma but like just a very tiny bit). I hope you like it!

Beneath the sun

Pairing: Poe Dameron x reader

Summer Prompts ‘I need to take a head count"

Word count: 935

CW: Mentions of war-related trauma. Also mentions of Shirtless Poe.

Behind Poe’s sunglasses, you see the furrowed eyebrows and the quick scan around the lake. You wonder then how many times he had done it that day, since his tanned chest, so very much on display, shining with the sun and droplets of water, had been distracting you all day, too much for you to focus on his count-ups. But now, with the sun beginning to set as everyone began to walk back to the ship, when Poe joins your side, you hear the murmur of numbers coming from his voice. “...four, five, six, seven.” He finishes almost in question.

“What are you doing?” You ask softly, lacing your fingers with his.

Poe keeps quiet for a couple of seconds, taking off his sunglasses to let you see the movement of his eyes scanning around, “I need to take a head count,” he admits, as if it were a normal thing to do. Because, for him, it was a normal thing to do.

It was his usual thing. Poe used to count the pairs of wings that flew back to base after a mission, the number of helmets placed back for cleaning, how many blasters were submitted for inspection… how many of his friends came back. It stuck to him, you suppose, as it had become second nature for Poe to take care of everyone around him; even now, when everyone had been enjoying the warm day by chilling by the lake, splashing in the water, basking in the sun, when his laugh had been loud and untamed as he let himself relax for a day; even now, when no more threats are lurking around the stars.

You meet his eyes when you step in front of him, your hand slowly making its way up his arm, tracing the path of his collarbones to find a spot on his still bare chest, now a lovely golden color thanks to the sun that shone on his skin all day. There are many things you could say to him, about how he doesn’t have to keep doing that, that there’s no need to worry anymore, that everyone is going back safe and sound, but you know Poe better than that. It isn’t worry what makes him do it, but force of habit after years of doing so. Unable to suppress your smile, you stretch your neck and place a soft kiss on his jaw, your hand feeling the beat of his big heart meanwhile.

“Who’s missing? It was eight of us on the way here.” You know that, since you were also there for the first head count. “Are you counting yourself?”

“Who do you think I am? Of course, I already count myself.” He takes that as an insult, making you roll your eyes lovingly when he pinches your hip softly.

“Alright, General,” you mock him, “why don’t you ask someone then?”

“No way, every time I ask them to number themselves or to keep track of each other, they call me names and make fun of me,” Poe admits with a lovely red painting up his neck, one that doesn’t come from the sun. He laughs, too, and that’s how you know he’s aware of this habit of his that he’s not quite in control of. You don’t blame him, not one bit. “Finn called me 'dad' last time.”

The sound of his shy laugh makes you join him. “Well, he better not call me anything stupid, then,” With a quick kiss to his cheek, you take a couple of steps to the front and clap your hands.

“What are you-”

“Alright, people, who left the group?” You exclaim to your scattered group, who all groan at your question.

“Not you, too.” Rose shakes her head, but still, takes a look around the place.

“It was eight of us here, I’m just making sure we are all here before we leave.”

“Are you our mom, now?” Finn adds, and as funny as that concept could be, you only glare at him, making the rest of the pilots who joined your day-trip swallow their comments and turn around. With just the look in your eyes, Finn immediately regrets his joke and says a quick apology.

“Rey went to the bathroom,” Rose confirms, stepping onto the ramp to enter the ship with everyone behind her.

Everyone except Poe and you, who linger by the bottom of the ramp. He stopped you by holding your hand, pulling you towards him to circle your waist once everyone was out of sight. 

“Thank you,” His thank comes with a slow kiss, one to let you know how much he appreciates your help. His voice is barely a whisper when he keeps on, “And sorry for being a pain in the ass.”

“Hey,” You frown, pushing back the rogue curls that couldn’t be settled after a day in the water. Your hand rests on his neck, feeling the sun-kissed skin there as you pull him in for a quick kiss. “You are not a pain in the ass.”

Poe looks at you unconvinced, but smiles anyway when you kiss him again. You don’t say anything more, but you know from the look in his eyes that he understands, that he knows what you know about his still-cloudy head. You don’t mind, and he sees that, too.

One day, you’ll look back on the torturous days of fighting as a distant memory. For now, though, you both hold each other as you know that, right now, maybe the fog of it will linger for a little bit longer, even during sunny days.

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Okay but what about Sleeping under the stars with Poe from the summer prompts? 🥺

Hello my lovely beautiful friend! As always, thank you for trusting me with a request. I hope you like the sweetest most teeth rotting fluff that has ever existed.

Underneath the stars

Pairing: Poe Dameron x reader

Word count: 1.1k

CW: This is literally just fluff. Brush your teeth after reading. Also, Poe kisses, those always deserve a warning. Mentions of death, angst if you squint (literally just like one paragraph)

The warm summer breeze greeted your skin as you walked down the ramp of the ship. There was no sound beyond the insects and wind, the faraway planet you had reached being more welcoming than you expected. Your mission of finding Poe was too easy, as you followed the sounds of BB’s whirring, spotting Poe’s silhouette against the moonlight. He had announced he was going outside to check your surroundings a while ago, as you filed reports and sent out your status. 

All good, we’ll be back tomorrow.

Considering his calm posture, sitting on the grass atop the hill, you could assume everything was clear. Tomorrow seemed to be too soon as you let the quiet of this orbit mute all the noise you were used to, the noise still buzzing in your head, so you let it numb you, let it make you feel at ease even for a night.

“Hey,” You whispered as you reached him, setting down the blankets and pillows you had carried with you in case the night got cold while you were here.

“Hi,” Poe looked up with shiny eyes that followed your movements as you sat down, stretching out his arm so you could lean against his shoulder on your usual spot beneath his strong arms.

You understood why he had been here all this time; the stars had hypnotized your eyes immediately as they blinked, as if someone were playing with the lights somewhere, turning them on and off with different colors and sizes.

“I’m glad you are here,” Poe murmured against the side of your forehead, kissing there softly.

“I’m glad I’m here, too,” You smiled up at him, both your eyes crinkling at the corners. It wasn’t usual to be sent to missions together, hadn’t been for a while, with you usually in recon and him fighting. Seeing Poe as your assigned pilot for this one together felt too good to be true, like a mistake someone had made. You didn’t speak up. “If I had been sent here with Snap, this would’ve been much more boring.” 

He laughed at your joke, softly, carelessly, as if he was also taking the calm atmosphere in his advantage. If you could, you would give him every slow night you could get just to see him like that - even if just for a night.

“I can’t believe the sky is so clear,” You spoke into the night, barely a murmur as you got lost in the stars again. “Either that, or I hadn’t looked at the stars in a while.”

“Both,” Poe confirmed, as if he had already thought of that too. He held you tighter, closer to his body. “Do you think they’re watching? Everyone we have lost?” Your arm wrapped around his middle when he asked, understanding now why he was so quiet, so lost in his own thoughts.

“I like to think so. I think they’re there, somehow. Lingering...” But it wasn’t a sad question, you realized, and neither was your answer. It was just a fact - just a way to make sense of it all. “Shimmering.” You concluded as the stars, for some reason, began to shine brighter.

A small sound of agreement left his throat. And then, he asked. “if you could chose to be a star, a nebula, or a comet, what would you be?”

“What the hell, Poe?” You snorted, completely caught off guard by his question, pushing at his shoulder as you looked at him. “What kind of philosophical dilemma are you going through right now?”

“Come on, what would you be?” He matched your laughter, trapping your hand and lifting it to his lips, kissing your knuckles.

“Would you still love me in any of those forms?”

“Oh, absolutely,” He shook his head. His love for you, you had learned, knew no boundaries.

You gave it a thought, analyzing all your options, until you settled for one. “A comet.” You said, sure of your answer. “They’re good luck.”

“What?” Poe asked in between a laugh. “What do you mean, good luck?”

“When one appears, and you see it shooting across the sky, you make a wish and it will come true.” When you looked up at him, he was looking at you with questioning eyes. “It’s true!”

As if on cue, a bright light crossed the dark sky, making you gasp and point at it, hitting his leg softly in excitement.

“You have to make a wish, now.”

“Okay,” he thought for a couple of seconds, closing his eyes. “I wish that-”

“Shh, no,” your fingers delicately stopped his mouth, pressing against his lips. “If you say it, it won’t come true.” 

Poe squinted his eyes at you. “You’re full of little quirks, aren’t you, sweetheart?” Even if teasing, you could hear the softness in his voice. 

He didn’t let you answer as he dipped down to kiss you, as if that were the only thing that would keep him from talking. His kiss wasn’t urgent, not looking for anything else, only wanting to feel you close, to taste your smile and take his time to do it. As if this had been his wish all along.

And you let him, of course, feeling his arms wrap around your body as he kissed you senslessly, stars and comets and wishes forgotten, because all that mattered was being kissed by him like that, like you had all the time in the galaxy. You could stay under his loving touch for hours, let him take his time to kiss you for however long he wanted.

Poe’s lips, slow and tender, never left yours as he carefully pushed you both back, backs colliding with grass, your head strategically placed under his arm. You didn’t know when your hand had reached his curls, grasping them softly, feeling the hairs slip in between your fingers. They stayed there when you parted, doing soft motions on the back of his head, his disheveled hair mixing with the night sky above him. 

“I think you would be a galaxy,”

His cheeks reddened a little at the thought, and at the way you said it, with so much love and pureness in your words that he couldn’t look away from your piercing eyes. “Would you love me, then?”

You smiled. “Well, I love you now, don’t I?” 

Poe kissed you again before he lay down beside you, shifting so you both were comfortable. Even the grass felt warm, plush, and much better than any Resistance-issued mattress. You began to drift off before you could even notice, only reaching for the blanket you had brought with you, covering you both with it before you let sleep carry you away.

“Are we really going to sleep here?” You asked then, noticing his breath was also beginning to even out. You reached for the pillows then, putting them under his head.

“It’s a beautiful night, let’s take advantage of that.” His neck crooked to kiss the top of your head. “If it gets too cold, we’ll go back.”

You didn’t feel any cold, not even for a minute, and you slept like you hadn’t in a long time, holding each other under the twinkling sky.

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Washed away

A/N: You know that moment when you realize "being in the shower with Bucky would solve all my problems"? Yeah... that's what prompted this. I think I've had this idea in my head for around a year and then like two days ago my brain literally started writing it all and I finally got around to it. This was proofread by my dog, if there are any mistakes... ignore them I guess. Enjoy xx

Pairing: Tunderbolts Bucky Barnes x Thunderbolts f!reader

Word count: 2.7k

CW: MNI / 18+ Mentions of canon-related danger and being close to death (no one dies), and angsty feelings over that, anxious Bucky, mentions of blood and injuries, established situationship (i guess?), nudity, unprotected shower sex, oral (f receiving), p in v, reader and Bucky comforting each other, aftercare, Bucky being the sweetest.

The whole team had looked at you with worry, but you didn’t look back at them. You entered to your assigned room, rushing to the bathroom before anyone could see you breaking, or see how scared you still were. You heard Bucky far away, asking if you were okay from the entrance of your room. “Yes, I am,” was all you replied, and shut the door of the bathroom behind you.

You welcomed the warm water when it hit against your skin, soothing your tense muscles as it traveled down your body. The mission had been rough, intense; you couldn’t remember one that had ended with your body screaming at you to stop as this one had. But being ambushed does that, you suppose, it pushes you over the limit. And maybe a cramped motel shower was not the best place to wind down and recover, but it was what you had for now, and at least you had warm water.

Bucky and you had taken most of the attack, being caught in the middle and covering each other’s backs. He was as battered as you were; super serum healing and all, you could see his hurt in the way he held himself after, in how his hand held onto his ribs and the bright red wound on his forearm. But, yet again, he had the serum running through his veins to help him recover faster. He wouldn’t mind if you took the shower first.

The water turned brown under your feet as you scrubbed your aching body, feeling some relief as your fingers massaged the sore spots until there was no more grime on your skin, standing under the warm water and finally, taking a deep breath, begging your body to calm down the shakiness it still carried. You were alive, you had made it out, and Bucky had too, even when it started to seem that you wouldn’t. 

You had been so caught up in your own thoughts that you didn’t hear Bucky knocking - twice, he had done it, and not once had you replied. You only heard him as the door creaked open. “You all right?” He asked, his voice careful and quiet.

“I’m fine,” Your voice almost said otherwise, as it cracked against the words. “I’ll be out in a minute.” You had been in the shower for a while, you realized. And he deserved hot water too. You wondered, then, if anyone had seen him walk inside after you, if anyone else knew you were sharing a room, or if you even cared if they found out.

John would be an ass about it, and Yelena would tease you endlessly. Still, you didn’t care, not right now.

Bucky’s tall frame still lingered on the other side of the shower screen, his silhouette fidgety, moving inside the small bathroom. You didn’t mind, as long as you could stay in the warm water, he could do whatever he needed out there.

And you didn’t mind, either, when the door slid open to reveal him standing there. His shirt had already been discarded, as well as his shoes, letting you look at him properly, at his already-healing bruises and hits, painting his middle and his arms with dried blood and swollen scars.

His skin was ashen as he looked at your beaten body, his features remained neutral as you met his eyes again. He was still shaken, too, but not for himself, you realized, when a sharp breath came out of his nose and his eyes softened for barely a second. Bucky stared at you with something more than just lust, with something that looked like worry behind his eyes as if he wanted to see, with his own eyes, that you were as fine as you claimed to be; as if he couldn’t wait until you got out of the shower to confirm; as if he were still scared too, still on edge after the mission.

His body being so close to yours wasn’t new, but the way he was looking at you was. Bucky’s eyes roamed across your body and parked on your ribcage, where a set of fresh bruises coloured your skin purple and red. His eyes were not intrusive, they never were. You stood under the stream of water, letting it crash against your elbows and chest while keeping your eyes clear so you could see him.

“Buck,” You whispered his name, just realizing then how quickly you could’ve lost each other back then.

There were no labels to what you two were, it had started way too casually, when the tension of training under each other had finally snapped. You wished it was just that, tension, but with every encounter, with every moment his body had found yours for the past few months, it was clear to you there was so much more. But you knew Bucky wasn’t ready - or you assumed so, at least - so you would remain like that. Casual encounters on lonely nights, shared rooms during missions, hidden kisses before heading into danger, and before saying goodnight, too. But no formalities, no labels, just sex - just closeness.

Which is why the look in his eyes sent your heart into a frantic beating, the longing in them that wanted to make sure you were okay, almost making your head spin.

Without a word, he removed the rest of his clothes and stepped into the shower. Soft fingertips made their way to the bruises on your body, caressing them softly as if that would make them go away. “Does it hurt?” his gravely voice asked, his eyes not leaving that spot.

You shook your head with a soft “no”, which seemed to be enough for him. Bucky closed the distance, standing impossibly closer to you, and hovered his lips against yours. He did it slowly, at first, his mouth slightly open and chest heaving, almost waiting for any confirmation, until he couldn’t hold himself any longer. Bucky’s lips crashed against yours hungry, impatiently, ravenous for your taste and the feeling of your skin against his. There, you were there with him. His hands remained soft, thumbs holding your sides as if you would slip away with the soap if he let you go.

“Never do that again,” He said against your skin, with feather-like kisses against every scar, every scrape, and every bruise, old and new.

“Don’t do what?” Your fingers pushed his hair back, as the water had pushed it over his face, and you rested your hands behind his neck. Bucky’s half smile was barely visible when he turned to kiss your palm, in his lifted eyebrow a knowing look that said you know what you did. “Oh… you mean saving your life?”

“I mean, putting yourself in front of danger,”

“Bucky, I swear I’m alright-”

“You got hurt.” He cut you off, giving you a long kiss afterwards. “You got hurt because of me.” His voice shook as his eyes went back to the bruises on your skin, the ones he felt so guilty for, even though he had nothing to do with them. You froze under his stare, his eyes pining you to the cold tiles behind you, not knowing how to calm his anxious mind down.

“Bucky,” You whispered his name again, hoping that would make him look up at you. And he did, for a brief second, looking up at you from under his eyelashes, before he dived to your neck and kissed you there.

His kisses were soft as they traveled from your neck, to your collarbone, to your breasts, taking one of your nipples in his lips and sucking on it lightly. You couldn’t help but arch towards him with a gasp of pleasure, letting him kiss the places that needed to be healed, the softness of his touch a contrast against the aching spots. He needed to feel you, to taste you, to make sure his mind was not playing any games with him and that you had made it out with him.

Bucky kept going down, down, down… kissing every inch he could until he reached your hips. He trailed kisses down your belly as he placed your leg on his shoulder, his kisses mixing with the warm water and heating you more than it. His eyes never left yours as his mouth found your center, tasting you and sending waves of growing pleasure all over your body with his expert tongue. You held onto his hair as you rode against his mouth, soft moans escaping your lips and his name like a prayer on your lips.

“Come on,” Bucky murmured against your clit. “I want to taste you.” He never stopped. Not for a second. Stars blurred your vision when a metal finger pushed inside you and curled against the spot he expertly found every time. 

“Bucky,” You moaned, your head thrown back as a whimper left the back of your throat.  

Another finger went inside you, his own moans from your arousal against his lips making your legs shake. It was enough to bring you over the edge, his mouth and fingers guiding you through it.

You only knew Bucky stood up when his lips found yours again, whimpers still leaving your lips as his tongue tangled with yours. Bucky still held onto your lifted leg as he pushed you further back to the tiles, his metal hand grasping your waist softly as he looked into your eyes. The water splashed against his broad back as it towered over you.

Never, in the months in which you had become closer in whatever agreement you both had, had you ever looked at each other like that, with such a softness that made your knees weak in a completely different way in which his mouth had just done.

He wrapped your leg around his waist, grinding his hips against yours and letting you feel how hard he was. You both moaned at the touch, your hands flying to his shoulders to keep you on your feet. Your eyes never left each other, letting the fear of almost losing this, almost losing him, sink in and wash away at the same time. 

Bucky smirked at the feeling of your hand traveling down his chest and the hard lines of his body until it reached in between the two of you, aligning him to your entrance as you stroked him, his groan a delicious sound against your lips.

You sank onto him at the same time he thrusted into you, the sound of your combined pleasure echoing in the shower. His metal fingers held your waist in place carefully as he pushed against you; his touch, usually hard and hungry, was softer than ever, as if not wanting to give your skin any more bruises to deal with.

“I got you,” Bucky said against your jaw, his breathing getting more laboured. “I got you, and I’m never gonna let you go.” He found your lips as he said that, at the same time his fingers found your clit and began rubbing it. He claimed the little whimpers of pleasure you were letting out, almost bouncing on him as his hips began moving faster. “I got you, you hear that?”

You knew where his words were coming from, the need to make himself sure that he had you as much as you had him. As much as you could hear him, you couldn’t remember your own name, as it was only his that clouded your every thought, let alone any other words. “Yes, Buck,” You finally replied to his pleading. “I’m yours.”

“Fuck, say that again, doll,” His breath sent goosebumps around your neck before he kissed the skin softly. 

“I’m yours,” His head was buried in your neck when you spoke it into the foggy bathroom, the warmth of the pooling pleasure and from his body pressed against yours almost too much for you to be able to form coherent words.

Bucky let out a noise, something between a fuck and a grunt. His thrust became sloppy, but he never once stopped rubbing your swollen clit. You whimpered his name, meeting him halfway as you chased both of your climaxes.

“Cum, baby. Cum with me.” He grunted, his lips crashing on you again. “Wanna feel you all over me.”

When he lifted your leg higher over his waist, reaching a spot further inside, you were sure you were going to die in his arms. You didn’t know what you were saying, what noises were coming out of your mouth, you only knew you were urging him to never stop, a new kind of death clouding your sight as you finally let it explode.

He reached it as soon as you did, sounds of pleasure mixing and reverberating in the cramped bathroom. His body all but melted under your fingertips, still clinging to each other as you came back from whatever paradise Bucky had just made you see. Because he always did, always made sure you felt like you never had before.

“You are always so good, always take me so good.” He kissed your shoulder, then your neck, and your jaw, before looking for your eyes and staying there for a few seconds, looking at each other and taking you both in “You good?” He confirmed, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear.

Your head was still spinning, but your smile and nod were enough for him to smile back with a soft laugh, and kiss your lips with so much love. Because that’s what it was, love, even if neither of you were brave enough to risk it all to admit it.

He let you go then, only to grab the cheap-smelling soap and rub it all over your body, even if you were already clean. Even with the lukewarm water, you stood there and let yourself be washed up again. It was your turn after, you took the soap from his hands and rubbed it all over his body, focusing on the swollen places, on the ones that were still burning red. You kissed every spot you could reach: the bruises on his back, the cuts on his arms, the soft skin in between shoulder and metal. All yours to have and to hold, to kiss and mend.

Bucky was quick to wrap you in a towel once he turned off the water, his hands moving up and down your arms to dry you off and to keep you warm. Ever so gently, he rubbed lotion on your ribs and back with a soft massage. You leaned against his touch, your back to his chest as his hands moved up and down your body. 

He guided you to the bedroom, found the softest Henley for you to wear, and made you sit on the bed, putting every pillow and cushion against the headboard so you could be comfortable. You didn’t need all that, since the moment he sat next to you, you collapsed into his shoulder. 

Bucky held you there, with an arm around your waist to keep you close. “I’m glad you are okay,” He whispered against your neck, placing a kiss there.

Your hand reached back to his jaw, holding him close to you. When you looked back at him, you saw that same look in his eyes from before, the one that caught you by surprise in the shower, for there were words that had never been said between you, words that you could see in his eyes as clearly as the blue in them. 

“I’m alright, I promise.” You reassured him, since a speck of worry kept looming over his face as he looked you up and down again.

“I just- I don´t like seeing you hurt.”

“Well then, you better be more careful on the next mission.” You smiled at him, sleepily now, but hoping he could see in your gaze what you found in his. “Because I don’t like seeing you hurt, either.”

His jaw clenched, but he smiled nonetheless when your eyes found each other. He knew better than to get into the I-care-about-you-more argument, he had learned the hard way. So he simply did what he was best at: Bucky pulled you into his arms and tucked you both into the covers, holding you close to his chest, as it was the place he knew he could keep you safe. 

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Washed away

A/N: You know that moment when you realize "being in the shower with Bucky would solve all my problems"? Yeah... that's what prompted this. I think I've had this idea in my head for around a year and then like two days ago my brain literally started writing it all and I finally got around to it. This was proofread by my dog, if there are any mistakes... ignore them I guess. Enjoy xx

Pairing: Tunderbolts Bucky Barnes x Thunderbolts f!reader

Word count: 2.7k

CW: MNI / 18+ Mentions of canon-related danger and being close to death (no one dies), and angsty feelings over that, anxious Bucky, mentions of blood and injuries, established situationship (i guess?), nudity, unprotected shower sex, oral (f receiving), p in v, reader and Bucky comforting each other, aftercare, Bucky being the sweetest.

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The whole team had looked at you with worry, but you didn’t look back at them. You entered to your assigned room, rushing to the bathroom before anyone could see you breaking, or see how scared you still were. You heard Bucky far away, asking if you were okay from the entrance of your room. “Yes, I am,” was all you replied, and shut the door of the bathroom behind you.

You welcomed the warm water when it hit against your skin, soothing your tense muscles as it traveled down your body. The mission had been rough, intense; you couldn’t remember one that had ended with your body screaming at you to stop as this one had. But being ambushed does that, you suppose, it pushes you over the limit. And maybe a cramped motel shower was not the best place to wind down and recover, but it was what you had for now, and at least you had warm water.

Bucky and you had taken most of the attack, being caught in the middle and covering each other’s backs. He was as battered as you were; super serum healing and all, you could see his hurt in the way he held himself after, in how his hand held onto his ribs and the bright red wound on his forearm. But, yet again, he had the serum running through his veins to help him recover faster. He wouldn’t mind if you took the shower first.

The water turned brown under your feet as you scrubbed your aching body, feeling some relief as your fingers massaged the sore spots until there was no more grime on your skin, standing under the warm water and finally, taking a deep breath, begging your body to calm down the shakiness it still carried. You were alive, you had made it out, and Bucky had too, even when it started to seem that you wouldn’t. 

You had been so caught up in your own thoughts that you didn’t hear Bucky knocking - twice, he had done it, and not once had you replied. You only heard him as the door creaked open. “You all right?” He asked, his voice careful and quiet.

“I’m fine,” Your voice almost said otherwise, as it cracked against the words. “I’ll be out in a minute.” You had been in the shower for a while, you realized. And he deserved hot water too. You wondered, then, if anyone had seen him walk inside after you, if anyone else knew you were sharing a room, or if you even cared if they found out.

John would be an ass about it, and Yelena would tease you endlessly. Still, you didn’t care, not right now.

Bucky’s tall frame still lingered on the other side of the shower screen, his silhouette fidgety, moving inside the small bathroom. You didn’t mind, as long as you could stay in the warm water, he could do whatever he needed out there.

And you didn’t mind, either, when the door slid open to reveal him standing there. His shirt had already been discarded, as well as his shoes, letting you look at him properly, at his already-healing bruises and hits, painting his middle and his arms with dried blood and swollen scars.

His skin was ashen as he looked at your beaten body, his features remained neutral as you met his eyes again. He was still shaken, too, but not for himself, you realized, when a sharp breath came out of his nose and his eyes softened for barely a second. Bucky stared at you with something more than just lust, with something that looked like worry behind his eyes as if he wanted to see, with his own eyes, that you were as fine as you claimed to be; as if he couldn’t wait until you got out of the shower to confirm; as if he were still scared too, still on edge after the mission.

His body being so close to yours wasn’t new, but the way he was looking at you was. Bucky’s eyes roamed across your body and parked on your ribcage, where a set of fresh bruises coloured your skin purple and red. His eyes were not intrusive, they never were. You stood under the stream of water, letting it crash against your elbows and chest while keeping your eyes clear so you could see him.

“Buck,” You whispered his name, just realizing then how quickly you could’ve lost each other back then.

There were no labels to what you two were, it had started way too casually, when the tension of training under each other had finally snapped. You wished it was just that, tension, but with every encounter, with every moment his body had found yours for the past few months, it was clear to you there was so much more. But you knew Bucky wasn’t ready - or you assumed so, at least - so you would remain like that. Casual encounters on lonely nights, shared rooms during missions, hidden kisses before heading into danger, and before saying goodnight, too. But no formalities, no labels, just sex - just closeness.

Which is why the look in his eyes sent your heart into a frantic beating, the longing in them that wanted to make sure you were okay, almost making your head spin.

Without a word, he removed the rest of his clothes and stepped into the shower. Soft fingertips made their way to the bruises on your body, caressing them softly as if that would make them go away. “Does it hurt?” his gravely voice asked, his eyes not leaving that spot.

You shook your head with a soft “no”, which seemed to be enough for him. Bucky closed the distance, standing impossibly closer to you, and hovered his lips against yours. He did it slowly, at first, his mouth slightly open and chest heaving, almost waiting for any confirmation, until he couldn’t hold himself any longer. Bucky’s lips crashed against yours hungry, impatiently, ravenous for your taste and the feeling of your skin against his. There, you were there with him. His hands remained soft, thumbs holding your sides as if you would slip away with the soap if he let you go.

“Never do that again,” He said against your skin, with feather-like kisses against every scar, every scrape, and every bruise, old and new.

“Don’t do what?” Your fingers pushed his hair back, as the water had pushed it over his face, and you rested your hands behind his neck. Bucky’s half smile was barely visible when he turned to kiss your palm, in his lifted eyebrow a knowing look that said you know what you did. “Oh… you mean saving your life?”

“I mean, putting yourself in front of danger,”

“Bucky, I swear I’m alright-”

“You got hurt.” He cut you off, giving you a long kiss afterwards. “You got hurt because of me.” His voice shook as his eyes went back to the bruises on your skin, the ones he felt so guilty for, even though he had nothing to do with them. You froze under his stare, his eyes pining you to the cold tiles behind you, not knowing how to calm his anxious mind down.

“Bucky,” You whispered his name again, hoping that would make him look up at you. And he did, for a brief second, looking up at you from under his eyelashes, before he dived to your neck and kissed you there.

His kisses were soft as they traveled from your neck, to your collarbone, to your breasts, taking one of your nipples in his lips and sucking on it lightly. You couldn’t help but arch towards him with a gasp of pleasure, letting him kiss the places that needed to be healed, the softness of his touch a contrast against the aching spots. He needed to feel you, to taste you, to make sure his mind was not playing any games with him and that you had made it out with him.

Bucky kept going down, down, down… kissing every inch he could until he reached your hips. He trailed kisses down your belly as he placed your leg on his shoulder, his kisses mixing with the warm water and heating you more than it. His eyes never left yours as his mouth found your center, tasting you and sending waves of growing pleasure all over your body with his expert tongue. You held onto his hair as you rode against his mouth, soft moans escaping your lips and his name like a prayer on your lips.

“Come on,” Bucky murmured against your clit. “I want to taste you.” He never stopped. Not for a second. Stars blurred your vision when a metal finger pushed inside you and curled against the spot he expertly found every time. 

“Bucky,” You moaned, your head thrown back as a whimper left the back of your throat.  

Another finger went inside you, his own moans from your arousal against his lips making your legs shake. It was enough to bring you over the edge, his mouth and fingers guiding you through it.

You only knew Bucky stood up when his lips found yours again, whimpers still leaving your lips as his tongue tangled with yours. Bucky still held onto your lifted leg as he pushed you further back to the tiles, his metal hand grasping your waist softly as he looked into your eyes. The water splashed against his broad back as it towered over you.

Never, in the months in which you had become closer in whatever agreement you both had, had you ever looked at each other like that, with such a softness that made your knees weak in a completely different way in which his mouth had just done.

He wrapped your leg around his waist, grinding his hips against yours and letting you feel how hard he was. You both moaned at the touch, your hands flying to his shoulders to keep you on your feet. Your eyes never left each other, letting the fear of almost losing this, almost losing him, sink in and wash away at the same time. 

Bucky smirked at the feeling of your hand traveling down his chest and the hard lines of his body until it reached in between the two of you, aligning him to your entrance as you stroked him, his groan a delicious sound against your lips.

You sank onto him at the same time he thrusted into you, the sound of your combined pleasure echoing in the shower. His metal fingers held your waist in place carefully as he pushed against you; his touch, usually hard and hungry, was softer than ever, as if not wanting to give your skin any more bruises to deal with.

“I got you,” Bucky said against your jaw, his breathing getting more laboured. “I got you, and I’m never gonna let you go.” He found your lips as he said that, at the same time his fingers found your clit and began rubbing it. He claimed the little whimpers of pleasure you were letting out, almost bouncing on him as his hips began moving faster. “I got you, you hear that?”

You knew where his words were coming from, the need to make himself sure that he had you as much as you had him. As much as you could hear him, you couldn’t remember your own name, as it was only his that clouded your every thought, let alone any other words. “Yes, Buck,” You finally replied to his pleading. “I’m yours.”

“Fuck, say that again, doll,” His breath sent goosebumps around your neck before he kissed the skin softly. 

“I’m yours,” His head was buried in your neck when you spoke it into the foggy bathroom, the warmth of the pooling pleasure and from his body pressed against yours almost too much for you to be able to form coherent words.

Bucky let out a noise, something between a fuck and a grunt. His thrust became sloppy, but he never once stopped rubbing your swollen clit. You whimpered his name, meeting him halfway as you chased both of your climaxes.

“Cum, baby. Cum with me.” He grunted, his lips crashing on you again. “Wanna feel you all over me.”

When he lifted your leg higher over his waist, reaching a spot further inside, you were sure you were going to die in his arms. You didn’t know what you were saying, what noises were coming out of your mouth, you only knew you were urging him to never stop, a new kind of death clouding your sight as you finally let it explode.

He reached it as soon as you did, sounds of pleasure mixing and reverberating in the cramped bathroom. His body all but melted under your fingertips, still clinging to each other as you came back from whatever paradise Bucky had just made you see. Because he always did, always made sure you felt like you never had before.

“You are always so good, always take me so good.” He kissed your shoulder, then your neck, and your jaw, before looking for your eyes and staying there for a few seconds, looking at each other and taking you both in “You good?” He confirmed, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear.

Your head was still spinning, but your smile and nod were enough for him to smile back with a soft laugh, and kiss your lips with so much love. Because that’s what it was, love, even if neither of you were brave enough to risk it all to admit it.

He let you go then, only to grab the cheap-smelling soap and rub it all over your body, even if you were already clean. Even with the lukewarm water, you stood there and let yourself be washed up again. It was your turn after, you took the soap from his hands and rubbed it all over his body, focusing on the swollen places, on the ones that were still burning red. You kissed every spot you could reach: the bruises on his back, the cuts on his arms, the soft skin in between shoulder and metal. All yours to have and to hold, to kiss and mend.

Bucky was quick to wrap you in a towel once he turned off the water, his hands moving up and down your arms to dry you off and to keep you warm. Ever so gently, he rubbed lotion on your ribs and back with a soft massage. You leaned against his touch, your back to his chest as his hands moved up and down your body. 

He guided you to the bedroom, found the softest Henley for you to wear, and made you sit on the bed, putting every pillow and cushion against the headboard so you could be comfortable. You didn’t need all that, since the moment he sat next to you, you collapsed into his shoulder. 

Bucky held you there, with an arm around your waist to keep you close. “I’m glad you are okay,” He whispered against your neck, placing a kiss there.

Your hand reached back to his jaw, holding him close to you. When you looked back at him, you saw that same look in his eyes from before, the one that caught you by surprise in the shower, for there were words that had never been said between you, words that you could see in his eyes as clearly as the blue in them. 

“I’m alright, I promise.” You reassured him, since a speck of worry kept looming over his face as he looked you up and down again.

“I just- I don´t like seeing you hurt.”

“Well then, you better be more careful on the next mission.” You smiled at him, sleepily now, but hoping he could see in your gaze what you found in his. “Because I don’t like seeing you hurt, either.”

His jaw clenched, but he smiled nonetheless when your eyes found each other. He knew better than to get into the I-care-about-you-more argument, he had learned the hard way. So he simply did what he was best at: Bucky pulled you into his arms and tucked you both into the covers, holding you close to his chest, as it was the place he knew he could keep you safe. 

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Washed away

A/N: You know that moment when you realize "being in the shower with Bucky would solve all my problems"? Yeah... that's what prompted this. I think I've had this idea in my head for around a year and then like two days ago my brain literally started writing it all and I finally got around to it. This was proofread by my dog, if there are any mistakes... ignore them I guess. Enjoy xx

Pairing: Tunderbolts Bucky Barnes x Thunderbolts f!reader

Word count: 2.7k

CW: MNI / 18+ Mentions of canon-related danger and being close to death (no one dies), and angsty feelings over that, anxious Bucky, mentions of blood and injuries, established situationship (i guess?), nudity, unprotected shower sex, oral (f receiving), p in v, reader and Bucky comforting each other, aftercare, Bucky being the sweetest.

The whole team had looked at you with worry, but you didn’t look back at them. You entered to your assigned room, rushing to the bathroom before anyone could see you breaking, or see how scared you still were. You heard Bucky far away, asking if you were okay from the entrance of your room. “Yes, I am,” was all you replied, and shut the door of the bathroom behind you.

You welcomed the warm water when it hit against your skin, soothing your tense muscles as it traveled down your body. The mission had been rough, intense; you couldn’t remember one that had ended with your body screaming at you to stop as this one had. But being ambushed does that, you suppose, it pushes you over the limit. And maybe a cramped motel shower was not the best place to wind down and recover, but it was what you had for now, and at least you had warm water.

Bucky and you had taken most of the attack, being caught in the middle and covering each other’s backs. He was as battered as you were; super serum healing and all, you could see his hurt in the way he held himself after, in how his hand held onto his ribs and the bright red wound on his forearm. But, yet again, he had the serum running through his veins to help him recover faster. He wouldn’t mind if you took the shower first.

The water turned brown under your feet as you scrubbed your aching body, feeling some relief as your fingers massaged the sore spots until there was no more grime on your skin, standing under the warm water and finally, taking a deep breath, begging your body to calm down the shakiness it still carried. You were alive, you had made it out, and Bucky had too, even when it started to seem that you wouldn’t. 

You had been so caught up in your own thoughts that you didn’t hear Bucky knocking - twice, he had done it, and not once had you replied. You only heard him as the door creaked open. “You all right?” He asked, his voice careful and quiet.

“I’m fine,” Your voice almost said otherwise, as it cracked against the words. “I’ll be out in a minute.” You had been in the shower for a while, you realized. And he deserved hot water too. You wondered, then, if anyone had seen him walk inside after you, if anyone else knew you were sharing a room, or if you even cared if they found out.

John would be an ass about it, and Yelena would tease you endlessly. Still, you didn’t care, not right now.

Bucky’s tall frame still lingered on the other side of the shower screen, his silhouette fidgety, moving inside the small bathroom. You didn’t mind, as long as you could stay in the warm water, he could do whatever he needed out there.

And you didn’t mind, either, when the door slid open to reveal him standing there. His shirt had already been discarded, as well as his shoes, letting you look at him properly, at his already-healing bruises and hits, painting his middle and his arms with dried blood and swollen scars.

His skin was ashen as he looked at your beaten body, his features remained neutral as you met his eyes again. He was still shaken, too, but not for himself, you realized, when a sharp breath came out of his nose and his eyes softened for barely a second. Bucky stared at you with something more than just lust, with something that looked like worry behind his eyes as if he wanted to see, with his own eyes, that you were as fine as you claimed to be; as if he couldn’t wait until you got out of the shower to confirm; as if he were still scared too, still on edge after the mission.

His body being so close to yours wasn’t new, but the way he was looking at you was. Bucky’s eyes roamed across your body and parked on your ribcage, where a set of fresh bruises coloured your skin purple and red. His eyes were not intrusive, they never were. You stood under the stream of water, letting it crash against your elbows and chest while keeping your eyes clear so you could see him.

“Buck,” You whispered his name, just realizing then how quickly you could’ve lost each other back then.

There were no labels to what you two were, it had started way too casually, when the tension of training under each other had finally snapped. You wished it was just that, tension, but with every encounter, with every moment his body had found yours for the past few months, it was clear to you there was so much more. But you knew Bucky wasn’t ready - or you assumed so, at least - so you would remain like that. Casual encounters on lonely nights, shared rooms during missions, hidden kisses before heading into danger, and before saying goodnight, too. But no formalities, no labels, just sex - just closeness.

Which is why the look in his eyes sent your heart into a frantic beating, the longing in them that wanted to make sure you were okay, almost making your head spin.

Without a word, he removed the rest of his clothes and stepped into the shower. Soft fingertips made their way to the bruises on your body, caressing them softly as if that would make them go away. “Does it hurt?” his gravely voice asked, his eyes not leaving that spot.

You shook your head with a soft “no”, which seemed to be enough for him. Bucky closed the distance, standing impossibly closer to you, and hovered his lips against yours. He did it slowly, at first, his mouth slightly open and chest heaving, almost waiting for any confirmation, until he couldn’t hold himself any longer. Bucky’s lips crashed against yours hungry, impatiently, ravenous for your taste and the feeling of your skin against his. There, you were there with him. His hands remained soft, thumbs holding your sides as if you would slip away with the soap if he let you go.

“Never do that again,” He said against your skin, with feather-like kisses against every scar, every scrape, and every bruise, old and new.

“Don’t do what?” Your fingers pushed his hair back, as the water had pushed it over his face, and you rested your hands behind his neck. Bucky’s half smile was barely visible when he turned to kiss your palm, in his lifted eyebrow a knowing look that said you know what you did. “Oh… you mean saving your life?”

“I mean, putting yourself in front of danger,”

“Bucky, I swear I’m alright-”

“You got hurt.” He cut you off, giving you a long kiss afterwards. “You got hurt because of me.” His voice shook as his eyes went back to the bruises on your skin, the ones he felt so guilty for, even though he had nothing to do with them. You froze under his stare, his eyes pining you to the cold tiles behind you, not knowing how to calm his anxious mind down.

“Bucky,” You whispered his name again, hoping that would make him look up at you. And he did, for a brief second, looking up at you from under his eyelashes, before he dived to your neck and kissed you there.

His kisses were soft as they traveled from your neck, to your collarbone, to your breasts, taking one of your nipples in his lips and sucking on it lightly. You couldn’t help but arch towards him with a gasp of pleasure, letting him kiss the places that needed to be healed, the softness of his touch a contrast against the aching spots. He needed to feel you, to taste you, to make sure his mind was not playing any games with him and that you had made it out with him.

Bucky kept going down, down, down… kissing every inch he could until he reached your hips. He trailed kisses down your belly as he placed your leg on his shoulder, his kisses mixing with the warm water and heating you more than it. His eyes never left yours as his mouth found your center, tasting you and sending waves of growing pleasure all over your body with his expert tongue. You held onto his hair as you rode against his mouth, soft moans escaping your lips and his name like a prayer on your lips.

“Come on,” Bucky murmured against your clit. “I want to taste you.” He never stopped. Not for a second. Stars blurred your vision when a metal finger pushed inside you and curled against the spot he expertly found every time. 

“Bucky,” You moaned, your head thrown back as a whimper left the back of your throat.  

Another finger went inside you, his own moans from your arousal against his lips making your legs shake. It was enough to bring you over the edge, his mouth and fingers guiding you through it.

You only knew Bucky stood up when his lips found yours again, whimpers still leaving your lips as his tongue tangled with yours. Bucky still held onto your lifted leg as he pushed you further back to the tiles, his metal hand grasping your waist softly as he looked into your eyes. The water splashed against his broad back as it towered over you.

Never, in the months in which you had become closer in whatever agreement you both had, had you ever looked at each other like that, with such a softness that made your knees weak in a completely different way in which his mouth had just done.

He wrapped your leg around his waist, grinding his hips against yours and letting you feel how hard he was. You both moaned at the touch, your hands flying to his shoulders to keep you on your feet. Your eyes never left each other, letting the fear of almost losing this, almost losing him, sink in and wash away at the same time. 

Bucky smirked at the feeling of your hand traveling down his chest and the hard lines of his body until it reached in between the two of you, aligning him to your entrance as you stroked him, his groan a delicious sound against your lips.

You sank onto him at the same time he thrusted into you, the sound of your combined pleasure echoing in the shower. His metal fingers held your waist in place carefully as he pushed against you; his touch, usually hard and hungry, was softer than ever, as if not wanting to give your skin any more bruises to deal with.

“I got you,” Bucky said against your jaw, his breathing getting more laboured. “I got you, and I’m never gonna let you go.” He found your lips as he said that, at the same time his fingers found your clit and began rubbing it. He claimed the little whimpers of pleasure you were letting out, almost bouncing on him as his hips began moving faster. “I got you, you hear that?”

You knew where his words were coming from, the need to make himself sure that he had you as much as you had him. As much as you could hear him, you couldn’t remember your own name, as it was only his that clouded your every thought, let alone any other words. “Yes, Buck,” You finally replied to his pleading. “I’m yours.”

“Fuck, say that again, doll,” His breath sent goosebumps around your neck before he kissed the skin softly. 

“I’m yours,” His head was buried in your neck when you spoke it into the foggy bathroom, the warmth of the pooling pleasure and from his body pressed against yours almost too much for you to be able to form coherent words.

Bucky let out a noise, something between a fuck and a grunt. His thrust became sloppy, but he never once stopped rubbing your swollen clit. You whimpered his name, meeting him halfway as you chased both of your climaxes.

“Cum, baby. Cum with me.” He grunted, his lips crashing on you again. “Wanna feel you all over me.”

When he lifted your leg higher over his waist, reaching a spot further inside, you were sure you were going to die in his arms. You didn’t know what you were saying, what noises were coming out of your mouth, you only knew you were urging him to never stop, a new kind of death clouding your sight as you finally let it explode.

He reached it as soon as you did, sounds of pleasure mixing and reverberating in the cramped bathroom. His body all but melted under your fingertips, still clinging to each other as you came back from whatever paradise Bucky had just made you see. Because he always did, always made sure you felt like you never had before.

“You are always so good, always take me so good.” He kissed your shoulder, then your neck, and your jaw, before looking for your eyes and staying there for a few seconds, looking at each other and taking you both in “You good?” He confirmed, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear.

Your head was still spinning, but your smile and nod were enough for him to smile back with a soft laugh, and kiss your lips with so much love. Because that’s what it was, love, even if neither of you were brave enough to risk it all to admit it.

He let you go then, only to grab the cheap-smelling soap and rub it all over your body, even if you were already clean. Even with the lukewarm water, you stood there and let yourself be washed up again. It was your turn after, you took the soap from his hands and rubbed it all over his body, focusing on the swollen places, on the ones that were still burning red. You kissed every spot you could reach: the bruises on his back, the cuts on his arms, the soft skin in between shoulder and metal. All yours to have and to hold, to kiss and mend.

Bucky was quick to wrap you in a towel once he turned off the water, his hands moving up and down your arms to dry you off and to keep you warm. Ever so gently, he rubbed lotion on your ribs and back with a soft massage. You leaned against his touch, your back to his chest as his hands moved up and down your body. 

He guided you to the bedroom, found the softest Henley for you to wear, and made you sit on the bed, putting every pillow and cushion against the headboard so you could be comfortable. You didn’t need all that, since the moment he sat next to you, you collapsed into his shoulder. 

Bucky held you there, with an arm around your waist to keep you close. “I’m glad you are okay,” He whispered against your neck, placing a kiss there.

Your hand reached back to his jaw, holding him close to you. When you looked back at him, you saw that same look in his eyes from before, the one that caught you by surprise in the shower, for there were words that had never been said between you, words that you could see in his eyes as clearly as the blue in them. 

“I’m alright, I promise.” You reassured him, since a speck of worry kept looming over his face as he looked you up and down again.

“I just- I don´t like seeing you hurt.”

“Well then, you better be more careful on the next mission.” You smiled at him, sleepily now, but hoping he could see in your gaze what you found in his. “Because I don’t like seeing you hurt, either.”

His jaw clenched, but he smiled nonetheless when your eyes found each other. He knew better than to get into the I-care-about-you-more argument, he had learned the hard way. So he simply did what he was best at: Bucky pulled you into his arms and tucked you both into the covers, holding you close to his chest, as it was the place he knew he could keep you safe. 

🦾✨🦾✨🦾✨🦾✨🦾✨🦾✨🦾✨🦾✨

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(lays back all sexy for u on the bed) (bangs my fuckign head on the headboard)

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Washed away

A/N: You know that moment when you realize "being in the shower with Bucky would solve all my problems"? Yeah... that's what prompted this. I think I've had this idea in my head for around a year and then like two days ago my brain literally started writing it all and I finally got around to it. This was proofread by my dog, if there are any mistakes... ignore them I guess. Enjoy xx

Pairing: Tunderbolts Bucky Barnes x Thunderbolts f!reader

Word count: 2.7k

CW: MNI / 18+ Mentions of canon-related danger and being close to death (no one dies), and angsty feelings over that, anxious Bucky, mentions of blood and injuries, established situationship (i guess?), nudity, unprotected shower sex, oral (f receiving), p in v, reader and Bucky comforting each other, aftercare, Bucky being the sweetest.

The whole team had looked at you with worry, but you didn’t look back at them. You entered to your assigned room, rushing to the bathroom before anyone could see you breaking, or see how scared you still were. You heard Bucky far away, asking if you were okay from the entrance of your room. “Yes, I am,” was all you replied, and shut the door of the bathroom behind you.

You welcomed the warm water when it hit against your skin, soothing your tense muscles as it traveled down your body. The mission had been rough, intense; you couldn’t remember one that had ended with your body screaming at you to stop as this one had. But being ambushed does that, you suppose, it pushes you over the limit. And maybe a cramped motel shower was not the best place to wind down and recover, but it was what you had for now, and at least you had warm water.

Bucky and you had taken most of the attack, being caught in the middle and covering each other’s backs. He was as battered as you were; super serum healing and all, you could see his hurt in the way he held himself after, in how his hand held onto his ribs and the bright red wound on his forearm. But, yet again, he had the serum running through his veins to help him recover faster. He wouldn’t mind if you took the shower first.

The water turned brown under your feet as you scrubbed your aching body, feeling some relief as your fingers massaged the sore spots until there was no more grime on your skin, standing under the warm water and finally, taking a deep breath, begging your body to calm down the shakiness it still carried. You were alive, you had made it out, and Bucky had too, even when it started to seem that you wouldn’t. 

You had been so caught up in your own thoughts that you didn’t hear Bucky knocking - twice, he had done it, and not once had you replied. You only heard him as the door creaked open. “You all right?” He asked, his voice careful and quiet.

“I’m fine,” Your voice almost said otherwise, as it cracked against the words. “I’ll be out in a minute.” You had been in the shower for a while, you realized. And he deserved hot water too. You wondered, then, if anyone had seen him walk inside after you, if anyone else knew you were sharing a room, or if you even cared if they found out.

John would be an ass about it, and Yelena would tease you endlessly. Still, you didn’t care, not right now.

Bucky’s tall frame still lingered on the other side of the shower screen, his silhouette fidgety, moving inside the small bathroom. You didn’t mind, as long as you could stay in the warm water, he could do whatever he needed out there.

And you didn’t mind, either, when the door slid open to reveal him standing there. His shirt had already been discarded, as well as his shoes, letting you look at him properly, at his already-healing bruises and hits, painting his middle and his arms with dried blood and swollen scars.

His skin was ashen as he looked at your beaten body, his features remained neutral as you met his eyes again. He was still shaken, too, but not for himself, you realized, when a sharp breath came out of his nose and his eyes softened for barely a second. Bucky stared at you with something more than just lust, with something that looked like worry behind his eyes as if he wanted to see, with his own eyes, that you were as fine as you claimed to be; as if he couldn’t wait until you got out of the shower to confirm; as if he were still scared too, still on edge after the mission.

His body being so close to yours wasn’t new, but the way he was looking at you was. Bucky’s eyes roamed across your body and parked on your ribcage, where a set of fresh bruises coloured your skin purple and red. His eyes were not intrusive, they never were. You stood under the stream of water, letting it crash against your elbows and chest while keeping your eyes clear so you could see him.

“Buck,” You whispered his name, just realizing then how quickly you could’ve lost each other back then.

There were no labels to what you two were, it had started way too casually, when the tension of training under each other had finally snapped. You wished it was just that, tension, but with every encounter, with every moment his body had found yours for the past few months, it was clear to you there was so much more. But you knew Bucky wasn’t ready - or you assumed so, at least - so you would remain like that. Casual encounters on lonely nights, shared rooms during missions, hidden kisses before heading into danger, and before saying goodnight, too. But no formalities, no labels, just sex - just closeness.

Which is why the look in his eyes sent your heart into a frantic beating, the longing in them that wanted to make sure you were okay, almost making your head spin.

Without a word, he removed the rest of his clothes and stepped into the shower. Soft fingertips made their way to the bruises on your body, caressing them softly as if that would make them go away. “Does it hurt?” his gravely voice asked, his eyes not leaving that spot.

You shook your head with a soft “no”, which seemed to be enough for him. Bucky closed the distance, standing impossibly closer to you, and hovered his lips against yours. He did it slowly, at first, his mouth slightly open and chest heaving, almost waiting for any confirmation, until he couldn’t hold himself any longer. Bucky’s lips crashed against yours hungry, impatiently, ravenous for your taste and the feeling of your skin against his. There, you were there with him. His hands remained soft, thumbs holding your sides as if you would slip away with the soap if he let you go.

“Never do that again,” He said against your skin, with feather-like kisses against every scar, every scrape, and every bruise, old and new.

“Don’t do what?” Your fingers pushed his hair back, as the water had pushed it over his face, and you rested your hands behind his neck. Bucky’s half smile was barely visible when he turned to kiss your palm, in his lifted eyebrow a knowing look that said you know what you did. “Oh… you mean saving your life?”

“I mean, putting yourself in front of danger,”

“Bucky, I swear I’m alright-”

“You got hurt.” He cut you off, giving you a long kiss afterwards. “You got hurt because of me.” His voice shook as his eyes went back to the bruises on your skin, the ones he felt so guilty for, even though he had nothing to do with them. You froze under his stare, his eyes pining you to the cold tiles behind you, not knowing how to calm his anxious mind down.

“Bucky,” You whispered his name again, hoping that would make him look up at you. And he did, for a brief second, looking up at you from under his eyelashes, before he dived to your neck and kissed you there.

His kisses were soft as they traveled from your neck, to your collarbone, to your breasts, taking one of your nipples in his lips and sucking on it lightly. You couldn’t help but arch towards him with a gasp of pleasure, letting him kiss the places that needed to be healed, the softness of his touch a contrast against the aching spots. He needed to feel you, to taste you, to make sure his mind was not playing any games with him and that you had made it out with him.

Bucky kept going down, down, down… kissing every inch he could until he reached your hips. He trailed kisses down your belly as he placed your leg on his shoulder, his kisses mixing with the warm water and heating you more than it. His eyes never left yours as his mouth found your center, tasting you and sending waves of growing pleasure all over your body with his expert tongue. You held onto his hair as you rode against his mouth, soft moans escaping your lips and his name like a prayer on your lips.

“Come on,” Bucky murmured against your clit. “I want to taste you.” He never stopped. Not for a second. Stars blurred your vision when a metal finger pushed inside you and curled against the spot he expertly found every time. 

“Bucky,” You moaned, your head thrown back as a whimper left the back of your throat.  

Another finger went inside you, his own moans from your arousal against his lips making your legs shake. It was enough to bring you over the edge, his mouth and fingers guiding you through it.

You only knew Bucky stood up when his lips found yours again, whimpers still leaving your lips as his tongue tangled with yours. Bucky still held onto your lifted leg as he pushed you further back to the tiles, his metal hand grasping your waist softly as he looked into your eyes. The water splashed against his broad back as it towered over you.

Never, in the months in which you had become closer in whatever agreement you both had, had you ever looked at each other like that, with such a softness that made your knees weak in a completely different way in which his mouth had just done.

He wrapped your leg around his waist, grinding his hips against yours and letting you feel how hard he was. You both moaned at the touch, your hands flying to his shoulders to keep you on your feet. Your eyes never left each other, letting the fear of almost losing this, almost losing him, sink in and wash away at the same time. 

Bucky smirked at the feeling of your hand traveling down his chest and the hard lines of his body until it reached in between the two of you, aligning him to your entrance as you stroked him, his groan a delicious sound against your lips.

You sank onto him at the same time he thrusted into you, the sound of your combined pleasure echoing in the shower. His metal fingers held your waist in place carefully as he pushed against you; his touch, usually hard and hungry, was softer than ever, as if not wanting to give your skin any more bruises to deal with.

“I got you,” Bucky said against your jaw, his breathing getting more laboured. “I got you, and I’m never gonna let you go.” He found your lips as he said that, at the same time his fingers found your clit and began rubbing it. He claimed the little whimpers of pleasure you were letting out, almost bouncing on him as his hips began moving faster. “I got you, you hear that?”

You knew where his words were coming from, the need to make himself sure that he had you as much as you had him. As much as you could hear him, you couldn’t remember your own name, as it was only his that clouded your every thought, let alone any other words. “Yes, Buck,” You finally replied to his pleading. “I’m yours.”

“Fuck, say that again, doll,” His breath sent goosebumps around your neck before he kissed the skin softly. 

“I’m yours,” His head was buried in your neck when you spoke it into the foggy bathroom, the warmth of the pooling pleasure and from his body pressed against yours almost too much for you to be able to form coherent words.

Bucky let out a noise, something between a fuck and a grunt. His thrust became sloppy, but he never once stopped rubbing your swollen clit. You whimpered his name, meeting him halfway as you chased both of your climaxes.

“Cum, baby. Cum with me.” He grunted, his lips crashing on you again. “Wanna feel you all over me.”

When he lifted your leg higher over his waist, reaching a spot further inside, you were sure you were going to die in his arms. You didn’t know what you were saying, what noises were coming out of your mouth, you only knew you were urging him to never stop, a new kind of death clouding your sight as you finally let it explode.

He reached it as soon as you did, sounds of pleasure mixing and reverberating in the cramped bathroom. His body all but melted under your fingertips, still clinging to each other as you came back from whatever paradise Bucky had just made you see. Because he always did, always made sure you felt like you never had before.

“You are always so good, always take me so good.” He kissed your shoulder, then your neck, and your jaw, before looking for your eyes and staying there for a few seconds, looking at each other and taking you both in “You good?” He confirmed, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear.

Your head was still spinning, but your smile and nod were enough for him to smile back with a soft laugh, and kiss your lips with so much love. Because that’s what it was, love, even if neither of you were brave enough to risk it all to admit it.

He let you go then, only to grab the cheap-smelling soap and rub it all over your body, even if you were already clean. Even with the lukewarm water, you stood there and let yourself be washed up again. It was your turn after, you took the soap from his hands and rubbed it all over his body, focusing on the swollen places, on the ones that were still burning red. You kissed every spot you could reach: the bruises on his back, the cuts on his arms, the soft skin in between shoulder and metal. All yours to have and to hold, to kiss and mend.

Bucky was quick to wrap you in a towel once he turned off the water, his hands moving up and down your arms to dry you off and to keep you warm. Ever so gently, he rubbed lotion on your ribs and back with a soft massage. You leaned against his touch, your back to his chest as his hands moved up and down your body. 

He guided you to the bedroom, found the softest Henley for you to wear, and made you sit on the bed, putting every pillow and cushion against the headboard so you could be comfortable. You didn’t need all that, since the moment he sat next to you, you collapsed into his shoulder. 

Bucky held you there, with an arm around your waist to keep you close. “I’m glad you are okay,” He whispered against your neck, placing a kiss there.

Your hand reached back to his jaw, holding him close to you. When you looked back at him, you saw that same look in his eyes from before, the one that caught you by surprise in the shower, for there were words that had never been said between you, words that you could see in his eyes as clearly as the blue in them. 

“I’m alright, I promise.” You reassured him, since a speck of worry kept looming over his face as he looked you up and down again.

“I just- I don´t like seeing you hurt.”

“Well then, you better be more careful on the next mission.” You smiled at him, sleepily now, but hoping he could see in your gaze what you found in his. “Because I don’t like seeing you hurt, either.”

His jaw clenched, but he smiled nonetheless when your eyes found each other. He knew better than to get into the I-care-about-you-more argument, he had learned the hard way. So he simply did what he was best at: Bucky pulled you into his arms and tucked you both into the covers, holding you close to his chest, as it was the place he knew he could keep you safe. 

🦾✨🦾✨🦾✨🦾✨🦾✨🦾✨🦾✨🦾✨

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[dailyreverie]

Washed away

A/N: You know that moment when you realize "being in the shower with Bucky would solve all my problems"? Yeah... that's what prompted this. I think I've had this idea in my head for around a year and then like two days ago my brain literally started writing it all and I finally got around to it. This was proofread by my dog, if there are any mistakes... ignore them I guess. Enjoy xx

Pairing: Tunderbolts Bucky Barnes x Thunderbolts f!reader

Word count: 2.7k

CW: MNI / 18+ Mentions of canon-related danger and being close to death (no one dies), and angsty feelings over that, anxious Bucky, mentions of blood and injuries, established situationship (i guess?), nudity, unprotected shower sex, oral (f receiving), p in v, reader and Bucky comforting each other, aftercare, Bucky being the sweetest.

The whole team had looked at you with worry, but you didn’t look back at them. You entered to your assigned room, rushing to the bathroom before anyone could see you breaking, or see how scared you still were. You heard Bucky far away, asking if you were okay from the entrance of your room. “Yes, I am,” was all you replied, and shut the door of the bathroom behind you.

You welcomed the warm water when it hit against your skin, soothing your tense muscles as it traveled down your body. The mission had been rough, intense; you couldn’t remember one that had ended with your body screaming at you to stop as this one had. But being ambushed does that, you suppose, it pushes you over the limit. And maybe a cramped motel shower was not the best place to wind down and recover, but it was what you had for now, and at least you had warm water.

Bucky and you had taken most of the attack, being caught in the middle and covering each other’s backs. He was as battered as you were; super serum healing and all, you could see his hurt in the way he held himself after, in how his hand held onto his ribs and the bright red wound on his forearm. But, yet again, he had the serum running through his veins to help him recover faster. He wouldn’t mind if you took the shower first.

The water turned brown under your feet as you scrubbed your aching body, feeling some relief as your fingers massaged the sore spots until there was no more grime on your skin, standing under the warm water and finally, taking a deep breath, begging your body to calm down the shakiness it still carried. You were alive, you had made it out, and Bucky had too, even when it started to seem that you wouldn’t. 

You had been so caught up in your own thoughts that you didn’t hear Bucky knocking - twice, he had done it, and not once had you replied. You only heard him as the door creaked open. “You all right?” He asked, his voice careful and quiet.

“I’m fine,” Your voice almost said otherwise, as it cracked against the words. “I’ll be out in a minute.” You had been in the shower for a while, you realized. And he deserved hot water too. You wondered, then, if anyone had seen him walk inside after you, if anyone else knew you were sharing a room, or if you even cared if they found out.

John would be an ass about it, and Yelena would tease you endlessly. Still, you didn’t care, not right now.

Bucky’s tall frame still lingered on the other side of the shower screen, his silhouette fidgety, moving inside the small bathroom. You didn’t mind, as long as you could stay in the warm water, he could do whatever he needed out there.

And you didn’t mind, either, when the door slid open to reveal him standing there. His shirt had already been discarded, as well as his shoes, letting you look at him properly, at his already-healing bruises and hits, painting his middle and his arms with dried blood and swollen scars.

His skin was ashen as he looked at your beaten body, his features remained neutral as you met his eyes again. He was still shaken, too, but not for himself, you realized, when a sharp breath came out of his nose and his eyes softened for barely a second. Bucky stared at you with something more than just lust, with something that looked like worry behind his eyes as if he wanted to see, with his own eyes, that you were as fine as you claimed to be; as if he couldn’t wait until you got out of the shower to confirm; as if he were still scared too, still on edge after the mission.

His body being so close to yours wasn’t new, but the way he was looking at you was. Bucky’s eyes roamed across your body and parked on your ribcage, where a set of fresh bruises coloured your skin purple and red. His eyes were not intrusive, they never were. You stood under the stream of water, letting it crash against your elbows and chest while keeping your eyes clear so you could see him.

“Buck,” You whispered his name, just realizing then how quickly you could’ve lost each other back then.

There were no labels to what you two were, it had started way too casually, when the tension of training under each other had finally snapped. You wished it was just that, tension, but with every encounter, with every moment his body had found yours for the past few months, it was clear to you there was so much more. But you knew Bucky wasn’t ready - or you assumed so, at least - so you would remain like that. Casual encounters on lonely nights, shared rooms during missions, hidden kisses before heading into danger, and before saying goodnight, too. But no formalities, no labels, just sex - just closeness.

Which is why the look in his eyes sent your heart into a frantic beating, the longing in them that wanted to make sure you were okay, almost making your head spin.

Without a word, he removed the rest of his clothes and stepped into the shower. Soft fingertips made their way to the bruises on your body, caressing them softly as if that would make them go away. “Does it hurt?” his gravely voice asked, his eyes not leaving that spot.

You shook your head with a soft “no”, which seemed to be enough for him. Bucky closed the distance, standing impossibly closer to you, and hovered his lips against yours. He did it slowly, at first, his mouth slightly open and chest heaving, almost waiting for any confirmation, until he couldn’t hold himself any longer. Bucky’s lips crashed against yours hungry, impatiently, ravenous for your taste and the feeling of your skin against his. There, you were there with him. His hands remained soft, thumbs holding your sides as if you would slip away with the soap if he let you go.

“Never do that again,” He said against your skin, with feather-like kisses against every scar, every scrape, and every bruise, old and new.

“Don’t do what?” Your fingers pushed his hair back, as the water had pushed it over his face, and you rested your hands behind his neck. Bucky’s half smile was barely visible when he turned to kiss your palm, in his lifted eyebrow a knowing look that said you know what you did. “Oh… you mean saving your life?”

“I mean, putting yourself in front of danger,”

“Bucky, I swear I’m alright-”

“You got hurt.” He cut you off, giving you a long kiss afterwards. “You got hurt because of me.” His voice shook as his eyes went back to the bruises on your skin, the ones he felt so guilty for, even though he had nothing to do with them. You froze under his stare, his eyes pining you to the cold tiles behind you, not knowing how to calm his anxious mind down.

“Bucky,” You whispered his name again, hoping that would make him look up at you. And he did, for a brief second, looking up at you from under his eyelashes, before he dived to your neck and kissed you there.

His kisses were soft as they traveled from your neck, to your collarbone, to your breasts, taking one of your nipples in his lips and sucking on it lightly. You couldn’t help but arch towards him with a gasp of pleasure, letting him kiss the places that needed to be healed, the softness of his touch a contrast against the aching spots. He needed to feel you, to taste you, to make sure his mind was not playing any games with him and that you had made it out with him.

Bucky kept going down, down, down… kissing every inch he could until he reached your hips. He trailed kisses down your belly as he placed your leg on his shoulder, his kisses mixing with the warm water and heating you more than it. His eyes never left yours as his mouth found your center, tasting you and sending waves of growing pleasure all over your body with his expert tongue. You held onto his hair as you rode against his mouth, soft moans escaping your lips and his name like a prayer on your lips.

“Come on,” Bucky murmured against your clit. “I want to taste you.” He never stopped. Not for a second. Stars blurred your vision when a metal finger pushed inside you and curled against the spot he expertly found every time. 

“Bucky,” You moaned, your head thrown back as a whimper left the back of your throat.  

Another finger went inside you, his own moans from your arousal against his lips making your legs shake. It was enough to bring you over the edge, his mouth and fingers guiding you through it.

You only knew Bucky stood up when his lips found yours again, whimpers still leaving your lips as his tongue tangled with yours. Bucky still held onto your lifted leg as he pushed you further back to the tiles, his metal hand grasping your waist softly as he looked into your eyes. The water splashed against his broad back as it towered over you.

Never, in the months in which you had become closer in whatever agreement you both had, had you ever looked at each other like that, with such a softness that made your knees weak in a completely different way in which his mouth had just done.

He wrapped your leg around his waist, grinding his hips against yours and letting you feel how hard he was. You both moaned at the touch, your hands flying to his shoulders to keep you on your feet. Your eyes never left each other, letting the fear of almost losing this, almost losing him, sink in and wash away at the same time. 

Bucky smirked at the feeling of your hand traveling down his chest and the hard lines of his body until it reached in between the two of you, aligning him to your entrance as you stroked him, his groan a delicious sound against your lips.

You sank onto him at the same time he thrusted into you, the sound of your combined pleasure echoing in the shower. His metal fingers held your waist in place carefully as he pushed against you; his touch, usually hard and hungry, was softer than ever, as if not wanting to give your skin any more bruises to deal with.

“I got you,” Bucky said against your jaw, his breathing getting more laboured. “I got you, and I’m never gonna let you go.” He found your lips as he said that, at the same time his fingers found your clit and began rubbing it. He claimed the little whimpers of pleasure you were letting out, almost bouncing on him as his hips began moving faster. “I got you, you hear that?”

You knew where his words were coming from, the need to make himself sure that he had you as much as you had him. As much as you could hear him, you couldn’t remember your own name, as it was only his that clouded your every thought, let alone any other words. “Yes, Buck,” You finally replied to his pleading. “I’m yours.”

“Fuck, say that again, doll,” His breath sent goosebumps around your neck before he kissed the skin softly. 

“I’m yours,” His head was buried in your neck when you spoke it into the foggy bathroom, the warmth of the pooling pleasure and from his body pressed against yours almost too much for you to be able to form coherent words.

Bucky let out a noise, something between a fuck and a grunt. His thrust became sloppy, but he never once stopped rubbing your swollen clit. You whimpered his name, meeting him halfway as you chased both of your climaxes.

“Cum, baby. Cum with me.” He grunted, his lips crashing on you again. “Wanna feel you all over me.”

When he lifted your leg higher over his waist, reaching a spot further inside, you were sure you were going to die in his arms. You didn’t know what you were saying, what noises were coming out of your mouth, you only knew you were urging him to never stop, a new kind of death clouding your sight as you finally let it explode.

He reached it as soon as you did, sounds of pleasure mixing and reverberating in the cramped bathroom. His body all but melted under your fingertips, still clinging to each other as you came back from whatever paradise Bucky had just made you see. Because he always did, always made sure you felt like you never had before.

“You are always so good, always take me so good.” He kissed your shoulder, then your neck, and your jaw, before looking for your eyes and staying there for a few seconds, looking at each other and taking you both in “You good?” He confirmed, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear.

Your head was still spinning, but your smile and nod were enough for him to smile back with a soft laugh, and kiss your lips with so much love. Because that’s what it was, love, even if neither of you were brave enough to risk it all to admit it.

He let you go then, only to grab the cheap-smelling soap and rub it all over your body, even if you were already clean. Even with the lukewarm water, you stood there and let yourself be washed up again. It was your turn after, you took the soap from his hands and rubbed it all over his body, focusing on the swollen places, on the ones that were still burning red. You kissed every spot you could reach: the bruises on his back, the cuts on his arms, the soft skin in between shoulder and metal. All yours to have and to hold, to kiss and mend.

Bucky was quick to wrap you in a towel once he turned off the water, his hands moving up and down your arms to dry you off and to keep you warm. Ever so gently, he rubbed lotion on your ribs and back with a soft massage. You leaned against his touch, your back to his chest as his hands moved up and down your body. 

He guided you to the bedroom, found the softest Henley for you to wear, and made you sit on the bed, putting every pillow and cushion against the headboard so you could be comfortable. You didn’t need all that, since the moment he sat next to you, you collapsed into his shoulder. 

Bucky held you there, with an arm around your waist to keep you close. “I’m glad you are okay,” He whispered against your neck, placing a kiss there.

Your hand reached back to his jaw, holding him close to you. When you looked back at him, you saw that same look in his eyes from before, the one that caught you by surprise in the shower, for there were words that had never been said between you, words that you could see in his eyes as clearly as the blue in them. 

“I’m alright, I promise.” You reassured him, since a speck of worry kept looming over his face as he looked you up and down again.

“I just- I don´t like seeing you hurt.”

“Well then, you better be more careful on the next mission.” You smiled at him, sleepily now, but hoping he could see in your gaze what you found in his. “Because I don’t like seeing you hurt, either.”

His jaw clenched, but he smiled nonetheless when your eyes found each other. He knew better than to get into the I-care-about-you-more argument, he had learned the hard way. So he simply did what he was best at: Bucky pulled you into his arms and tucked you both into the covers, holding you close to his chest, as it was the place he knew he could keep you safe. 

🦾✨🦾✨🦾✨🦾✨🦾✨🦾✨🦾✨🦾✨

Thanks for reading! Please reblog and comment if you enjoyed it.

[dailyreverie]

Washed away

A/N: You know that moment when you realize "being in the shower with Bucky would solve all my problems"? Yeah... that's what prompted this. I think I've had this idea in my head for around a year and then like two days ago my brain literally started writing it all and I finally got around to it. This was proofread by my dog, if there are any mistakes... ignore them I guess. Enjoy xx

Pairing: Tunderbolts Bucky Barnes x Thunderbolts f!reader

Word count: 2.7k

CW: MNI / 18+ Mentions of canon-related danger and being close to death (no one dies), and angsty feelings over that, anxious Bucky, mentions of blood and injuries, established situationship (i guess?), nudity, unprotected shower sex, oral (f receiving), p in v, reader and Bucky comforting each other, aftercare, Bucky being the sweetest.

The whole team had looked at you with worry, but you didn’t look back at them. You entered to your assigned room, rushing to the bathroom before anyone could see you breaking, or see how scared you still were. You heard Bucky far away, asking if you were okay from the entrance of your room. “Yes, I am,” was all you replied, and shut the door of the bathroom behind you.

You welcomed the warm water when it hit against your skin, soothing your tense muscles as it traveled down your body. The mission had been rough, intense; you couldn’t remember one that had ended with your body screaming at you to stop as this one had. But being ambushed does that, you suppose, it pushes you over the limit. And maybe a cramped motel shower was not the best place to wind down and recover, but it was what you had for now, and at least you had warm water.

Bucky and you had taken most of the attack, being caught in the middle and covering each other’s backs. He was as battered as you were; super serum healing and all, you could see his hurt in the way he held himself after, in how his hand held onto his ribs and the bright red wound on his forearm. But, yet again, he had the serum running through his veins to help him recover faster. He wouldn’t mind if you took the shower first.

The water turned brown under your feet as you scrubbed your aching body, feeling some relief as your fingers massaged the sore spots until there was no more grime on your skin, standing under the warm water and finally, taking a deep breath, begging your body to calm down the shakiness it still carried. You were alive, you had made it out, and Bucky had too, even when it started to seem that you wouldn’t. 

You had been so caught up in your own thoughts that you didn’t hear Bucky knocking - twice, he had done it, and not once had you replied. You only heard him as the door creaked open. “You all right?” He asked, his voice careful and quiet.

“I’m fine,” Your voice almost said otherwise, as it cracked against the words. “I’ll be out in a minute.” You had been in the shower for a while, you realized. And he deserved hot water too. You wondered, then, if anyone had seen him walk inside after you, if anyone else knew you were sharing a room, or if you even cared if they found out.

John would be an ass about it, and Yelena would tease you endlessly. Still, you didn’t care, not right now.

Bucky’s tall frame still lingered on the other side of the shower screen, his silhouette fidgety, moving inside the small bathroom. You didn’t mind, as long as you could stay in the warm water, he could do whatever he needed out there.

And you didn’t mind, either, when the door slid open to reveal him standing there. His shirt had already been discarded, as well as his shoes, letting you look at him properly, at his already-healing bruises and hits, painting his middle and his arms with dried blood and swollen scars.

His skin was ashen as he looked at your beaten body, his features remained neutral as you met his eyes again. He was still shaken, too, but not for himself, you realized, when a sharp breath came out of his nose and his eyes softened for barely a second. Bucky stared at you with something more than just lust, with something that looked like worry behind his eyes as if he wanted to see, with his own eyes, that you were as fine as you claimed to be; as if he couldn’t wait until you got out of the shower to confirm; as if he were still scared too, still on edge after the mission.

His body being so close to yours wasn’t new, but the way he was looking at you was. Bucky’s eyes roamed across your body and parked on your ribcage, where a set of fresh bruises coloured your skin purple and red. His eyes were not intrusive, they never were. You stood under the stream of water, letting it crash against your elbows and chest while keeping your eyes clear so you could see him.

“Buck,” You whispered his name, just realizing then how quickly you could’ve lost each other back then.

There were no labels to what you two were, it had started way too casually, when the tension of training under each other had finally snapped. You wished it was just that, tension, but with every encounter, with every moment his body had found yours for the past few months, it was clear to you there was so much more. But you knew Bucky wasn’t ready - or you assumed so, at least - so you would remain like that. Casual encounters on lonely nights, shared rooms during missions, hidden kisses before heading into danger, and before saying goodnight, too. But no formalities, no labels, just sex - just closeness.

Which is why the look in his eyes sent your heart into a frantic beating, the longing in them that wanted to make sure you were okay, almost making your head spin.

Without a word, he removed the rest of his clothes and stepped into the shower. Soft fingertips made their way to the bruises on your body, caressing them softly as if that would make them go away. “Does it hurt?” his gravely voice asked, his eyes not leaving that spot.

You shook your head with a soft “no”, which seemed to be enough for him. Bucky closed the distance, standing impossibly closer to you, and hovered his lips against yours. He did it slowly, at first, his mouth slightly open and chest heaving, almost waiting for any confirmation, until he couldn’t hold himself any longer. Bucky’s lips crashed against yours hungry, impatiently, ravenous for your taste and the feeling of your skin against his. There, you were there with him. His hands remained soft, thumbs holding your sides as if you would slip away with the soap if he let you go.

“Never do that again,” He said against your skin, with feather-like kisses against every scar, every scrape, and every bruise, old and new.

“Don’t do what?” Your fingers pushed his hair back, as the water had pushed it over his face, and you rested your hands behind his neck. Bucky’s half smile was barely visible when he turned to kiss your palm, in his lifted eyebrow a knowing look that said you know what you did. “Oh… you mean saving your life?”

“I mean, putting yourself in front of danger,”

“Bucky, I swear I’m alright-”

“You got hurt.” He cut you off, giving you a long kiss afterwards. “You got hurt because of me.” His voice shook as his eyes went back to the bruises on your skin, the ones he felt so guilty for, even though he had nothing to do with them. You froze under his stare, his eyes pining you to the cold tiles behind you, not knowing how to calm his anxious mind down.

“Bucky,” You whispered his name again, hoping that would make him look up at you. And he did, for a brief second, looking up at you from under his eyelashes, before he dived to your neck and kissed you there.

His kisses were soft as they traveled from your neck, to your collarbone, to your breasts, taking one of your nipples in his lips and sucking on it lightly. You couldn’t help but arch towards him with a gasp of pleasure, letting him kiss the places that needed to be healed, the softness of his touch a contrast against the aching spots. He needed to feel you, to taste you, to make sure his mind was not playing any games with him and that you had made it out with him.

Bucky kept going down, down, down… kissing every inch he could until he reached your hips. He trailed kisses down your belly as he placed your leg on his shoulder, his kisses mixing with the warm water and heating you more than it. His eyes never left yours as his mouth found your center, tasting you and sending waves of growing pleasure all over your body with his expert tongue. You held onto his hair as you rode against his mouth, soft moans escaping your lips and his name like a prayer on your lips.

“Come on,” Bucky murmured against your clit. “I want to taste you.” He never stopped. Not for a second. Stars blurred your vision when a metal finger pushed inside you and curled against the spot he expertly found every time. 

“Bucky,” You moaned, your head thrown back as a whimper left the back of your throat.  

Another finger went inside you, his own moans from your arousal against his lips making your legs shake. It was enough to bring you over the edge, his mouth and fingers guiding you through it.

You only knew Bucky stood up when his lips found yours again, whimpers still leaving your lips as his tongue tangled with yours. Bucky still held onto your lifted leg as he pushed you further back to the tiles, his metal hand grasping your waist softly as he looked into your eyes. The water splashed against his broad back as it towered over you.

Never, in the months in which you had become closer in whatever agreement you both had, had you ever looked at each other like that, with such a softness that made your knees weak in a completely different way in which his mouth had just done.

He wrapped your leg around his waist, grinding his hips against yours and letting you feel how hard he was. You both moaned at the touch, your hands flying to his shoulders to keep you on your feet. Your eyes never left each other, letting the fear of almost losing this, almost losing him, sink in and wash away at the same time. 

Bucky smirked at the feeling of your hand traveling down his chest and the hard lines of his body until it reached in between the two of you, aligning him to your entrance as you stroked him, his groan a delicious sound against your lips.

You sank onto him at the same time he thrusted into you, the sound of your combined pleasure echoing in the shower. His metal fingers held your waist in place carefully as he pushed against you; his touch, usually hard and hungry, was softer than ever, as if not wanting to give your skin any more bruises to deal with.

“I got you,” Bucky said against your jaw, his breathing getting more laboured. “I got you, and I’m never gonna let you go.” He found your lips as he said that, at the same time his fingers found your clit and began rubbing it. He claimed the little whimpers of pleasure you were letting out, almost bouncing on him as his hips began moving faster. “I got you, you hear that?”

You knew where his words were coming from, the need to make himself sure that he had you as much as you had him. As much as you could hear him, you couldn’t remember your own name, as it was only his that clouded your every thought, let alone any other words. “Yes, Buck,” You finally replied to his pleading. “I’m yours.”

“Fuck, say that again, doll,” His breath sent goosebumps around your neck before he kissed the skin softly. 

“I’m yours,” His head was buried in your neck when you spoke it into the foggy bathroom, the warmth of the pooling pleasure and from his body pressed against yours almost too much for you to be able to form coherent words.

Bucky let out a noise, something between a fuck and a grunt. His thrust became sloppy, but he never once stopped rubbing your swollen clit. You whimpered his name, meeting him halfway as you chased both of your climaxes.

“Cum, baby. Cum with me.” He grunted, his lips crashing on you again. “Wanna feel you all over me.”

When he lifted your leg higher over his waist, reaching a spot further inside, you were sure you were going to die in his arms. You didn’t know what you were saying, what noises were coming out of your mouth, you only knew you were urging him to never stop, a new kind of death clouding your sight as you finally let it explode.

He reached it as soon as you did, sounds of pleasure mixing and reverberating in the cramped bathroom. His body all but melted under your fingertips, still clinging to each other as you came back from whatever paradise Bucky had just made you see. Because he always did, always made sure you felt like you never had before.

“You are always so good, always take me so good.” He kissed your shoulder, then your neck, and your jaw, before looking for your eyes and staying there for a few seconds, looking at each other and taking you both in “You good?” He confirmed, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear.

Your head was still spinning, but your smile and nod were enough for him to smile back with a soft laugh, and kiss your lips with so much love. Because that’s what it was, love, even if neither of you were brave enough to risk it all to admit it.

He let you go then, only to grab the cheap-smelling soap and rub it all over your body, even if you were already clean. Even with the lukewarm water, you stood there and let yourself be washed up again. It was your turn after, you took the soap from his hands and rubbed it all over his body, focusing on the swollen places, on the ones that were still burning red. You kissed every spot you could reach: the bruises on his back, the cuts on his arms, the soft skin in between shoulder and metal. All yours to have and to hold, to kiss and mend.

Bucky was quick to wrap you in a towel once he turned off the water, his hands moving up and down your arms to dry you off and to keep you warm. Ever so gently, he rubbed lotion on your ribs and back with a soft massage. You leaned against his touch, your back to his chest as his hands moved up and down your body. 

He guided you to the bedroom, found the softest Henley for you to wear, and made you sit on the bed, putting every pillow and cushion against the headboard so you could be comfortable. You didn’t need all that, since the moment he sat next to you, you collapsed into his shoulder. 

Bucky held you there, with an arm around your waist to keep you close. “I’m glad you are okay,” He whispered against your neck, placing a kiss there.

Your hand reached back to his jaw, holding him close to you. When you looked back at him, you saw that same look in his eyes from before, the one that caught you by surprise in the shower, for there were words that had never been said between you, words that you could see in his eyes as clearly as the blue in them. 

“I’m alright, I promise.” You reassured him, since a speck of worry kept looming over his face as he looked you up and down again.

“I just- I don´t like seeing you hurt.”

“Well then, you better be more careful on the next mission.” You smiled at him, sleepily now, but hoping he could see in your gaze what you found in his. “Because I don’t like seeing you hurt, either.”

His jaw clenched, but he smiled nonetheless when your eyes found each other. He knew better than to get into the I-care-about-you-more argument, he had learned the hard way. So he simply did what he was best at: Bucky pulled you into his arms and tucked you both into the covers, holding you close to his chest, as it was the place he knew he could keep you safe. 

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[dailyreverie]

kiss prompts that make the room spin a little

these are just dialogue, i'll make a scenario version if you guys want!! lmk favs, enjoy :)

"you talk a lot..."

"you're cute when you're jealous."

"yeah?" (teasing or sincere tone, leaning in) "yeah." (sincere!!! or sarcasm)

"fuck it." - this one gets me every time HELLO

"show me what you want."

"i missed you." + a smile

a breathless, barely audible "please" & the wordless answer (a kiss mls)

"i thought you said you don't get flustered." - they earn a blush in response. then they laugh. and boom.

"don't look at me like that!"

"yes, ma'am" as they lean in. (you could use sir, too.)

"we shouldn't be doing this."

"oh yeah?"

"shut up."

"i can't pretend anymore." - first kiss. think yearning

“kill your curiosity. kiss me”

[dailyreverie]

Washed away

A/N: You know that moment when you realize "being in the shower with Bucky would solve all my problems"? Yeah... that's what prompted this. I think I've had this idea in my head for around a year and then like two days ago my brain literally started writing it all and I finally got around to it. This was proofread by my dog, if there are any mistakes... ignore them I guess. Enjoy xx

Pairing: Tunderbolts Bucky Barnes x Thunderbolts f!reader

Word count: 2.7k

CW: MNI / 18+ Mentions of canon-related danger and being close to death (no one dies), and angsty feelings over that, anxious Bucky, mentions of blood and injuries, established situationship (i guess?), nudity, unprotected shower sex, oral (f receiving), p in v, reader and Bucky comforting each other, aftercare, Bucky being the sweetest.

The whole team had looked at you with worry, but you didn’t look back at them. You entered to your assigned room, rushing to the bathroom before anyone could see you breaking, or see how scared you still were. You heard Bucky far away, asking if you were okay from the entrance of your room. “Yes, I am,” was all you replied, and shut the door of the bathroom behind you.

You welcomed the warm water when it hit against your skin, soothing your tense muscles as it traveled down your body. The mission had been rough, intense; you couldn’t remember one that had ended with your body screaming at you to stop as this one had. But being ambushed does that, you suppose, it pushes you over the limit. And maybe a cramped motel shower was not the best place to wind down and recover, but it was what you had for now, and at least you had warm water.

Bucky and you had taken most of the attack, being caught in the middle and covering each other’s backs. He was as battered as you were; super serum healing and all, you could see his hurt in the way he held himself after, in how his hand held onto his ribs and the bright red wound on his forearm. But, yet again, he had the serum running through his veins to help him recover faster. He wouldn’t mind if you took the shower first.

The water turned brown under your feet as you scrubbed your aching body, feeling some relief as your fingers massaged the sore spots until there was no more grime on your skin, standing under the warm water and finally, taking a deep breath, begging your body to calm down the shakiness it still carried. You were alive, you had made it out, and Bucky had too, even when it started to seem that you wouldn’t. 

You had been so caught up in your own thoughts that you didn’t hear Bucky knocking - twice, he had done it, and not once had you replied. You only heard him as the door creaked open. “You all right?” He asked, his voice careful and quiet.

“I’m fine,” Your voice almost said otherwise, as it cracked against the words. “I’ll be out in a minute.” You had been in the shower for a while, you realized. And he deserved hot water too. You wondered, then, if anyone had seen him walk inside after you, if anyone else knew you were sharing a room, or if you even cared if they found out.

John would be an ass about it, and Yelena would tease you endlessly. Still, you didn’t care, not right now.

Bucky’s tall frame still lingered on the other side of the shower screen, his silhouette fidgety, moving inside the small bathroom. You didn’t mind, as long as you could stay in the warm water, he could do whatever he needed out there.

And you didn’t mind, either, when the door slid open to reveal him standing there. His shirt had already been discarded, as well as his shoes, letting you look at him properly, at his already-healing bruises and hits, painting his middle and his arms with dried blood and swollen scars.

His skin was ashen as he looked at your beaten body, his features remained neutral as you met his eyes again. He was still shaken, too, but not for himself, you realized, when a sharp breath came out of his nose and his eyes softened for barely a second. Bucky stared at you with something more than just lust, with something that looked like worry behind his eyes as if he wanted to see, with his own eyes, that you were as fine as you claimed to be; as if he couldn’t wait until you got out of the shower to confirm; as if he were still scared too, still on edge after the mission.

His body being so close to yours wasn’t new, but the way he was looking at you was. Bucky’s eyes roamed across your body and parked on your ribcage, where a set of fresh bruises coloured your skin purple and red. His eyes were not intrusive, they never were. You stood under the stream of water, letting it crash against your elbows and chest while keeping your eyes clear so you could see him.

“Buck,” You whispered his name, just realizing then how quickly you could’ve lost each other back then.

There were no labels to what you two were, it had started way too casually, when the tension of training under each other had finally snapped. You wished it was just that, tension, but with every encounter, with every moment his body had found yours for the past few months, it was clear to you there was so much more. But you knew Bucky wasn’t ready - or you assumed so, at least - so you would remain like that. Casual encounters on lonely nights, shared rooms during missions, hidden kisses before heading into danger, and before saying goodnight, too. But no formalities, no labels, just sex - just closeness.

Which is why the look in his eyes sent your heart into a frantic beating, the longing in them that wanted to make sure you were okay, almost making your head spin.

Without a word, he removed the rest of his clothes and stepped into the shower. Soft fingertips made their way to the bruises on your body, caressing them softly as if that would make them go away. “Does it hurt?” his gravely voice asked, his eyes not leaving that spot.

You shook your head with a soft “no”, which seemed to be enough for him. Bucky closed the distance, standing impossibly closer to you, and hovered his lips against yours. He did it slowly, at first, his mouth slightly open and chest heaving, almost waiting for any confirmation, until he couldn’t hold himself any longer. Bucky’s lips crashed against yours hungry, impatiently, ravenous for your taste and the feeling of your skin against his. There, you were there with him. His hands remained soft, thumbs holding your sides as if you would slip away with the soap if he let you go.

“Never do that again,” He said against your skin, with feather-like kisses against every scar, every scrape, and every bruise, old and new.

“Don’t do what?” Your fingers pushed his hair back, as the water had pushed it over his face, and you rested your hands behind his neck. Bucky’s half smile was barely visible when he turned to kiss your palm, in his lifted eyebrow a knowing look that said you know what you did. “Oh… you mean saving your life?”

“I mean, putting yourself in front of danger,”

“Bucky, I swear I’m alright-”

“You got hurt.” He cut you off, giving you a long kiss afterwards. “You got hurt because of me.” His voice shook as his eyes went back to the bruises on your skin, the ones he felt so guilty for, even though he had nothing to do with them. You froze under his stare, his eyes pining you to the cold tiles behind you, not knowing how to calm his anxious mind down.

“Bucky,” You whispered his name again, hoping that would make him look up at you. And he did, for a brief second, looking up at you from under his eyelashes, before he dived to your neck and kissed you there.

His kisses were soft as they traveled from your neck, to your collarbone, to your breasts, taking one of your nipples in his lips and sucking on it lightly. You couldn’t help but arch towards him with a gasp of pleasure, letting him kiss the places that needed to be healed, the softness of his touch a contrast against the aching spots. He needed to feel you, to taste you, to make sure his mind was not playing any games with him and that you had made it out with him.

Bucky kept going down, down, down… kissing every inch he could until he reached your hips. He trailed kisses down your belly as he placed your leg on his shoulder, his kisses mixing with the warm water and heating you more than it. His eyes never left yours as his mouth found your center, tasting you and sending waves of growing pleasure all over your body with his expert tongue. You held onto his hair as you rode against his mouth, soft moans escaping your lips and his name like a prayer on your lips.

“Come on,” Bucky murmured against your clit. “I want to taste you.” He never stopped. Not for a second. Stars blurred your vision when a metal finger pushed inside you and curled against the spot he expertly found every time. 

“Bucky,” You moaned, your head thrown back as a whimper left the back of your throat.  

Another finger went inside you, his own moans from your arousal against his lips making your legs shake. It was enough to bring you over the edge, his mouth and fingers guiding you through it.

You only knew Bucky stood up when his lips found yours again, whimpers still leaving your lips as his tongue tangled with yours. Bucky still held onto your lifted leg as he pushed you further back to the tiles, his metal hand grasping your waist softly as he looked into your eyes. The water splashed against his broad back as it towered over you.

Never, in the months in which you had become closer in whatever agreement you both had, had you ever looked at each other like that, with such a softness that made your knees weak in a completely different way in which his mouth had just done.

He wrapped your leg around his waist, grinding his hips against yours and letting you feel how hard he was. You both moaned at the touch, your hands flying to his shoulders to keep you on your feet. Your eyes never left each other, letting the fear of almost losing this, almost losing him, sink in and wash away at the same time. 

Bucky smirked at the feeling of your hand traveling down his chest and the hard lines of his body until it reached in between the two of you, aligning him to your entrance as you stroked him, his groan a delicious sound against your lips.

You sank onto him at the same time he thrusted into you, the sound of your combined pleasure echoing in the shower. His metal fingers held your waist in place carefully as he pushed against you; his touch, usually hard and hungry, was softer than ever, as if not wanting to give your skin any more bruises to deal with.

“I got you,” Bucky said against your jaw, his breathing getting more laboured. “I got you, and I’m never gonna let you go.” He found your lips as he said that, at the same time his fingers found your clit and began rubbing it. He claimed the little whimpers of pleasure you were letting out, almost bouncing on him as his hips began moving faster. “I got you, you hear that?”

You knew where his words were coming from, the need to make himself sure that he had you as much as you had him. As much as you could hear him, you couldn’t remember your own name, as it was only his that clouded your every thought, let alone any other words. “Yes, Buck,” You finally replied to his pleading. “I’m yours.”

“Fuck, say that again, doll,” His breath sent goosebumps around your neck before he kissed the skin softly. 

“I’m yours,” His head was buried in your neck when you spoke it into the foggy bathroom, the warmth of the pooling pleasure and from his body pressed against yours almost too much for you to be able to form coherent words.

Bucky let out a noise, something between a fuck and a grunt. His thrust became sloppy, but he never once stopped rubbing your swollen clit. You whimpered his name, meeting him halfway as you chased both of your climaxes.

“Cum, baby. Cum with me.” He grunted, his lips crashing on you again. “Wanna feel you all over me.”

When he lifted your leg higher over his waist, reaching a spot further inside, you were sure you were going to die in his arms. You didn’t know what you were saying, what noises were coming out of your mouth, you only knew you were urging him to never stop, a new kind of death clouding your sight as you finally let it explode.

He reached it as soon as you did, sounds of pleasure mixing and reverberating in the cramped bathroom. His body all but melted under your fingertips, still clinging to each other as you came back from whatever paradise Bucky had just made you see. Because he always did, always made sure you felt like you never had before.

“You are always so good, always take me so good.” He kissed your shoulder, then your neck, and your jaw, before looking for your eyes and staying there for a few seconds, looking at each other and taking you both in “You good?” He confirmed, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear.

Your head was still spinning, but your smile and nod were enough for him to smile back with a soft laugh, and kiss your lips with so much love. Because that’s what it was, love, even if neither of you were brave enough to risk it all to admit it.

He let you go then, only to grab the cheap-smelling soap and rub it all over your body, even if you were already clean. Even with the lukewarm water, you stood there and let yourself be washed up again. It was your turn after, you took the soap from his hands and rubbed it all over his body, focusing on the swollen places, on the ones that were still burning red. You kissed every spot you could reach: the bruises on his back, the cuts on his arms, the soft skin in between shoulder and metal. All yours to have and to hold, to kiss and mend.

Bucky was quick to wrap you in a towel once he turned off the water, his hands moving up and down your arms to dry you off and to keep you warm. Ever so gently, he rubbed lotion on your ribs and back with a soft massage. You leaned against his touch, your back to his chest as his hands moved up and down your body. 

He guided you to the bedroom, found the softest Henley for you to wear, and made you sit on the bed, putting every pillow and cushion against the headboard so you could be comfortable. You didn’t need all that, since the moment he sat next to you, you collapsed into his shoulder. 

Bucky held you there, with an arm around your waist to keep you close. “I’m glad you are okay,” He whispered against your neck, placing a kiss there.

Your hand reached back to his jaw, holding him close to you. When you looked back at him, you saw that same look in his eyes from before, the one that caught you by surprise in the shower, for there were words that had never been said between you, words that you could see in his eyes as clearly as the blue in them. 

“I’m alright, I promise.” You reassured him, since a speck of worry kept looming over his face as he looked you up and down again.

“I just- I don´t like seeing you hurt.”

“Well then, you better be more careful on the next mission.” You smiled at him, sleepily now, but hoping he could see in your gaze what you found in his. “Because I don’t like seeing you hurt, either.”

His jaw clenched, but he smiled nonetheless when your eyes found each other. He knew better than to get into the I-care-about-you-more argument, he had learned the hard way. So he simply did what he was best at: Bucky pulled you into his arms and tucked you both into the covers, holding you close to his chest, as it was the place he knew he could keep you safe. 

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