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Not your personal assistant

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!reader

Summary: Having a secret relationship with Bucky, but not all secrets meant to last.

Wordcount: 1.8k

Warnings: swearing. fluffy fluff. sfw. secret relationship. indicated nsfw content. couple kissing. found family vibe. mocking & teasing. tears.

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His lips left traces of hot kisses on the side of your neck while he laid on top of you. 

This wasn’t the first time and it won’t be the last. You buried your hands in his dark hair, pulling him closer to you. Bucky moaned against your skin and sent pleasant shivers through your body. 

„I could do this all night“, he mumbled against your lips. His hands cupping your waist. Your bare chest was pressed against his and he moved his hips with a steady rhythm, sending your mind to the edge of satisfaction. 

„Good thing that we have all night for ourself.“ You smiled and Bucky hooked one bionic finger under your chin to raise it. 

„Let’s make it last.“ 

*The Next Morning*

„You are late … again“, John grunted as you entered the conference room. The rest of the Team was already there. Bob greeting you with a smile and an awkward little wave. Alexei and Ava were discussing something and didn’t even notice your appearance. 

And Yelena frowned over Johns comment and throws a pen at him. He failed to catch it and the pen hit him at the back of his head. „Don’t be a dick, Walker. If i were working for you, then I wouldn’t show up at all.“ 

„I would never have you as my personal assistant“, he snorted. „You can’t even make a cup of coffee.“ 

That’s when Ava snapped her head around in indignation. „Excuse me? She is not your personal assistant. She is our assistant. And without her we would’ve been hunted with torches and pitchforks by now.“ 

Walker rolled is eyes. „Yeah yeah whatever. But she is late!“ 

„Well, so is Bucky. Will you also hold this against him?“ Bob asked shrugging. 

The urge to defend you made you smile a bit. It really felt like a family arguing about some minor disagreement, mocking each other at every chance they get. You could see in Walkers face, that he wanted to counter with something clever, but the words died in his throat when Bucky entered the room. 

„Yeah Walker, would you?“ He asked with a cocky grin on his handsome face. Bucky stood behind you and even though you weren’t touching, you could feel him with every fiber of your being. 

John narrowed his eyes, defeated but pissed. „Fuck off. Whatever. Can we get started now? I have places to be.“ 

„And where would that be? Getting a spine transplantation?“ Ava mocked him. 

That made everyone laugh. Well except for Walker obviously. He just rolled his eyes and flipped them off, before he sat down at the large table. You clenched your fingers tighter around the documents pressed against your chest, when you felt a reassuring touch on the small of your back. Just for a second. Then Bucky stepped around you and sat down next to Yelena. 

Her eyes narrowed and she studied your face a little to extensively. When you sat down next to Bob and across from her and Bucky, she smirked. Something tells you that she suspects something. You tried your hardest to keep a cool and collected expression on your face. Even when the way Bucky flexed his bionic hand a few times made your lower stomach ache, craving for his touch. 

The meeting with the Ministry of Defense went surprisingly well. Never you’d been so lucky with a contract before. Especially when you think back to the past couple weeks. Instead of diving into work, you’d been very distracted by a certain super soldier. 

You’ve tried to deny it. For months you ignored all of your thoughts about him and the feelings that had been attached to it. But on one fateful night all of your walls, that you build around your heart, were torn down by Bucky. 

He just grabbed and kissed you. You were defenseless against the overwhelming passion and attraction you felt for him. Nothing could stop you now. From that moment on, the two of you weren’t able to keep your hands off of each other. Every night Bucky sneaked in your room and stayed until the sun almost rises over the skyline. 

So understandably slowed down a bit. But the others didn’t noticed anything that had been going on between the two of you. 

Not until today apparently. 

„So“, Yelena exclaimed when you stepped into the kitchen. „You and Barnes, huh?“ 

You almost dropped the full coffeecup. „What? I don’t know what you’re talking about.“ 

You tried to smoothen your dress a bit, to hide the sudden shake in your hands. Yelena grinned and lifted herself on the kitchen counter. 

„You can’t fool me! I totally saw you getting all flustered back in there.“ 

„What is flooded?“ Alexei asked alarmed when he joined the conversation. 

Yelena sighted dramatically. „Not flooded, Dad. Flustered. Bucky makes her nervous.“ 

„Why? Is he mean to you?“ Now Alexei sounded even more alarmed. „I will teach him manners! You don’t scare a woman!“ He stormed out of the kitchen, still cursing in russian before you even said a word. 

„Ohh shit. I should stop him before he gets himself hurt.“ Yelena jumped off the counter, but turned back to you before she left. „I won’t tell anyone. Don’t worry.“ 

Well that was … unfortunate. Suddenly you wished you stayed in bed this morning. Not just because you could still feel Bucky hugging you tightly, with a arm wrapped around you and how his face was buried in your neck. But because of what a mess this day already had become. 

And you couldn’t catch a break. 

„Bucky are you kidding me?“ Walkers voice was thundering against the walls of the hallway. You peek around the corner and saw the two men having a stare off. 

„I don’t know what you want me to say, Walker.“ 

John threw his hands in the air. „That you’re fucking my personal assistant!“ 

The accusation in his tone felt like a knife twisting inside your guts. Bucky got alarmingly silent. His whole body was tense and from where you stand, his eyes narrowed with a unspoken warning. „She is not your personal anything, Walker! And I’m not fucking her.“ 

The knife just got twisted again. You were well aware, that you said something similar to Yelena, but hearing it from him hurts. You never discussed what that thing was between you and him. And you weren’t interested in finding out while eavesdropping on Bucky and John. 

So you left before you could hear another word. 

„Oh c’mon! Don’t try to lie to me. You are such a bad liar!“ 

Bucky crossed his arms over his chest. „I’m not lying. Because I don’t fuck her. I …“ He hesitated because he realized, that he never said those words out loud. Those three very important words. And he didn’t wanted to say them to someone other than you first. „I have feelings for her.“ 

Walkers mouth dropped open. „Oh you can’t be serious! You fell for my…“ 

Bucky grabbed him by the collar of his shirt. „If you ever call her your personal assistant again, I will break your face, John. I fucking mean it.“ 

Walker raised his hands submissively. „Fine! Fine. It’s your funeral if this shit goes down and end in a huge mess.“ 

„It won’t. Ever.“ 

When the night dawned Bucky found you in your room, still wearing this damn dress that had him in a chokehold since the second he saw you in it. How it highlighted your curves and flattered your stunning frame. Even though it fit you phenomenal, he couldn’t stop imagining ripping it off your body. 

„I’ve missed you, doll.“ He mumbled while hugging you from behind. You felt so right in his arms. So perfectly made for him to hold you. 

You shoulders tensed, slightly, but Bucky noticed anyway. „Oh. Yeah, busy day.“ 

„You seem upset, love. What’s wrong?“ 

Bucky loosened his hug, only to be able to turn you around to face him. To his surprise, he found you crying. Dried tears traced on your cheeks and your nose was red. 

„I’m sorry, it’s stupid. I just got caught up overthinking.“ You avoided his gaze, but Bucky cupped your face gently to make you look him in the eyes. 

„About what? What is going on in that pretty head of yours?“ More tears filled your eyes and Bucky almost regretted asking. The last thing he wanted was for you to cry.  

„I just … I heard you.“ 

„You have to be more specific, doll. I talk a lot when the day is long.“ 

You snorted. „No you don’t.“ 

„Okay, maybe I don’t talk that much. But something I said made you upset. And I want to know why.“ 

You sniffled and blinked the tears away. „I heard you talking to Walker about … us. And he accused you of fucking me. I know we haven’t talked about this much and I don’t want to make things weird or awkward!“ The words just burst out of you like a waterfall, and now there was no stopping in sight. 

„But I …“ Bucky started. 

You overheard him. „It’s okay as it is really! I have no idea why I reacted that way, because we never said it would be something serious. We never said it was more. I just …“ 

Bucky stopped you from talking more nonsense by pressing his lips on yours. He smiled during the kiss, because he couldn’t believe how much you’ve misread the situation. 

„You’re cute when you overthink“, he mumbled against your lips. 

Your fingers clawed into his jacket, holding on to Bucky as if he were the anchor to your floating self. „W-What?“ 

„I told Walker I wasn’t just fucking you. I told him that I fell for you, love.“ He brushed a loose strand of hair out of your face. „Didn’t you hear that part?“ 

You shook your head. „I left before that.“ 

Bucky smiled and kissed your forehead and then the tip of your nose. „Maybe it’s better this way. That way I can tell you without anyone hearing it.“ 

You tilt your head, looking at him with widened eyes. Bucky wiped the fresh tears away with his thumb. 

„I am in love with you, doll.“ He whispered with a soft smile. „I never thought I would say those words or even feel this way for someone. But you proved me wrong. I am so madly in love with you, that it scares the shit out of me.“ 

A little clumsy you got up on your tiptoes, crushing your lips on his and digging your hands into his hair. The relieved sigh hanging between you two. 

„I feel the same. I love you, Bucky.“ You beamed. 

Bucky wrapped his arms around you and sweeps you off your feet in more ways than one. 

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Come home to me

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!reader Summary: You fell asleep on the couch and Bucky comes home to shower you with his love. Wordcount: 0.7k (short & sweet) Warnings: none. fluff overload. Bucky being so ridiculously in love with you. words of admiration. compliments. idiots in love.

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You stayed in tonight. 

The others celebrated their win over Valentina and decided to go out and have a drink … or two. So, you had the whole Tower to yourself and nothing better to do than read your book. You cuddled up with a lemonade on the couch in the living room, and enjoyed the peaceful moment with your book and the soft sounds of the rain rattling at the windows. 

The story just got interesting, you didn’t realize how tilted you were holding your glass full of lemonade. And it spilled all over your shirt. 

Cursing under your breath you got up and searched in your room for something else to wear. That’s when you notice the plain black shirt on your bed. 

Buckys shirt. 

He left it there this morning. Memories of the past night washed over you and you could feel the heat creeping up your neck again. Hot kisses pressed on bare skin - everywhere - and wandering hands that gave you satisfaction in every way imaginable. 

Without further ado, you grabbed the shirt and dragged it over your head. You stuck your nose into the soft fabric and inhaled deeply. The captivating scent of Bucky filled your senses and a smitten smile pulled on the corner of your mouth. 

You decided to get back to the living room and continued to read. Hours must’ve passed and you fell asleep on the couch. Gentle hands took the book out of your grip and you opened your eyes by blinking a few times. 

Bucky was kneeling beside the couch, looking at you with big soft puppy eyes. A smile played on your lips and you reached out to cup his face with one hand. His stubbly chin felt rough beneath your fingertips. 

„Hey… you’re home.“ 

Bucky smiled and placed a kiss in the palm of your hand. „Yes love, I’m home. And I think I never saw something so beautiful.“ He whispered. 

You frowned in confusion. „What are you talking about?“ 

„You look so beautiful, my love. All cuddled up sleeping here, with a book in your hands. I almost wish I’ve stayed home with you, so you could’ve fell asleep on me.“ 

A giggle escaped your throat. „Oh Bucky. Are you really jealous of the couch. You know it means nothing to me.“ 

„I’m a simple man, doll. As long as I’m alive you’ll always have someone who is jealous of a stupid couch.“ He smirked and made you laugh just by saying those silly little words. 

„Well,“ you replied and got up on one elbow. „As long as I’m alive you’ll always have someone to come home to.“ 

The look on his face could’ve melted a whole glacier. Bucky leaned closer to you and showered you with kisses. He placed them on your cheeks, forehead, nose, neck and on your lips. You giggled like a lovesick little girl. 

„I will always come home to you. No matter what, love.“ He kissed you slowly, but with the hunger of a starving man. You wrapped your arms around his neck and leaned into the kiss. Bucky let his bionic arm wander under your blanket to grab you by the waist, and his other hand buried itself in your hair. You sighted against his lips, and you could feel him smile because of it.

When he pulled away from you - just a few inches - you were a little out of breath. „Is that my shirt?“ Bucky asked and you needed a moment to sort your thoughts. 

„Oh. Yeah, I spilled some lemonade on mine and needed something to change.“ You felt a heat flushing your cheeks. 

Bucky tugged lightly at the fabric. „And you decided to wear something that awakes the caveman in me and make me wanna scream out loud that you are mine?“ 

„Caveman, huh?“ You teased him. Before he could reply, you leaned closer and placed a slow kiss right below his ear. You knew it was one of his weak spots. 

He moaned. You kissed the spot again. 

Bucky shoved his bionic arm under your knees and his other arm under your back. You’ve got lifted up from the couch with one smooth move and squeaked in surprise. 

„That’s it, darling. You have provoked the caveman.“ Bucky carried you upstairs into your bedroom. „You are mine now.“ 

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Come home to me

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!reader Summary: You fell asleep on the couch and Bucky comes home to shower you with his love. Wordcount: 0.7k (short & sweet) Warnings: none. fluff overload. Bucky being so ridiculously in love with you. words of admiration. compliments. idiots in love.

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You stayed in tonight. 

The others celebrated their win over Valentina and decided to go out and have a drink … or two. So, you had the whole Tower to yourself and nothing better to do than read your book. You cuddled up with a lemonade on the couch in the living room, and enjoyed the peaceful moment with your book and the soft sounds of the rain rattling at the windows. 

The story just got interesting, you didn’t realize how tilted you were holding your glass full of lemonade. And it spilled all over your shirt. 

Cursing under your breath you got up and searched in your room for something else to wear. That’s when you notice the plain black shirt on your bed. 

Buckys shirt. 

He left it there this morning. Memories of the past night washed over you and you could feel the heat creeping up your neck again. Hot kisses pressed on bare skin - everywhere - and wandering hands that gave you satisfaction in every way imaginable. 

Without further ado, you grabbed the shirt and dragged it over your head. You stuck your nose into the soft fabric and inhaled deeply. The captivating scent of Bucky filled your senses and a smitten smile pulled on the corner of your mouth. 

You decided to get back to the living room and continued to read. Hours must’ve passed and you fell asleep on the couch. Gentle hands took the book out of your grip and you opened your eyes by blinking a few times. 

Bucky was kneeling beside the couch, looking at you with big soft puppy eyes. A smile played on your lips and you reached out to cup his face with one hand. His stubbly chin felt rough beneath your fingertips. 

„Hey… you’re home.“ 

Bucky smiled and placed a kiss in the palm of your hand. „Yes love, I’m home. And I think I never saw something so beautiful.“ He whispered. 

You frowned in confusion. „What are you talking about?“ 

„You look so beautiful, my love. All cuddled up sleeping here, with a book in your hands. I almost wish I’ve stayed home with you, so you could’ve fell asleep on me.“ 

A giggle escaped your throat. „Oh Bucky. Are you really jealous of the couch. You know it means nothing to me.“ 

„I’m a simple man, doll. As long as I’m alive you’ll always have someone who is jealous of a stupid couch.“ He smirked and made you laugh just by saying those silly little words. 

„Well,“ you replied and got up on one elbow. „As long as I’m alive you’ll always have someone to come home to.“ 

The look on his face could’ve melted a whole glacier. Bucky leaned closer to you and showered you with kisses. He placed them on your cheeks, forehead, nose, neck and on your lips. You giggled like a lovesick little girl. 

„I will always come home to you. No matter what, love.“ He kissed you slowly, but with the hunger of a starving man. You wrapped your arms around his neck and leaned into the kiss. Bucky let his bionic arm wander under your blanket to grab you by the waist, and his other hand buried itself in your hair. You sighted against his lips, and you could feel him smile because of it.

When he pulled away from you - just a few inches - you were a little out of breath. „Is that my shirt?“ Bucky asked and you needed a moment to sort your thoughts. 

„Oh. Yeah, I spilled some lemonade on mine and needed something to change.“ You felt a heat flushing your cheeks. 

Bucky tugged lightly at the fabric. „And you decided to wear something that awakes the caveman in me and make me wanna scream out loud that you are mine?“ 

„Caveman, huh?“ You teased him. Before he could reply, you leaned closer and placed a slow kiss right below his ear. You knew it was one of his weak spots. 

He moaned. You kissed the spot again. 

Bucky shoved his bionic arm under your knees and his other arm under your back. You’ve got lifted up from the couch with one smooth move and squeaked in surprise. 

„That’s it, darling. You have provoked the caveman.“ Bucky carried you upstairs into your bedroom. „You are mine now.“ 

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Your laughter is my favorite sound

Pairing: 40s!Bucky Barnes x fem!reader Summary: Bucky got accepted into the army. Now he has to train to become a soldier. When the daughter of his General stumbles into the camp, he can't really think about something else. Wordcount: 1.9k Warnings: heavy flirting. indicated s3xual activity. Bucky has a crush on you. combat training. kissing.

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December 1941

This is it. The U.S Army training camp. And Bucky never felt more at home in his entire life. 

As soon as he got the green light from his physical tests, he packed his bags and waited for the day he could join the other young men to train for combat. 

„Hey Barnes! Looks like we are bunk buddys“, his pal from the testing station calls out. He was a bulky kid with a never-ending smile on his face. Sometimes Bucky asked himself if it will vanish during their serving time or not. 

Bucky sat down on the bed next to his and smiled. „Great so I can hear you snoring the whole damn night.“ 

„Hey! I don’t snore at all. I’m a heavy breather.“ He defended himself, throwing a pillow at Buckys face. He caught it mid air and slap it on the head of his friend. 

The two young soldiers were laughing like little boys, when the door got opened. All other soldiers stood up simultaneously and lined up perfectly. Bucky noticed it and joined the line of young men, still holding the pillow in one hand. 

„Soldier. This is the first day of your training to become honorable men who serve our glorious country. I’m the General of this company and I’m responsible for all of you.“ The old man looked around with a stoic expression on his face. 

Bucky should’ve paid attention to him, but he couldn’t focus on his words because he was distracted. 

By a woman. He was distracted by you. 

He couldn’t believe his eyes, when he watched you step around the general and walked down the line of soldiers. Calm, controlled steps brought you to pass the men. They were listening to the general. But Bucky had only eyes for you. 

You’re wearing a uniform, just like them. Heavy boots on your feet and a piercing look on your face. 

I never saw someone so intimidating and beautiful at the same time. Bucky thought to himself. 

„May I introduce to you“, the Genreal pointing at you. „My daughter. And also the psychological support of this company section. She will judge your mental abilities to cope with stress and possible threats. If you want to serve in the Army, then her verdict will be crucial. Don’t mess up.“ 

You came to the end of the line, standing right in front of Bucky. He straightens his back and got up to his full size. He was about two heads taller than you. But it he’s got the feeling that won’t impress you much. 

Your eyes traveled over his full length and stopped at his hands. 

„What is that, Soldier?“ You asked. Bucky almost smiled because he liked the way your voice sounds. 

Bucky gulped. „A pillow, ma’am.“ 

You stepped closer to him and he followed your movements with his eyes. With a challenging spark you looked up to him. „Already tired of me, hm?“ 

Before he could stutter a pathetic excuse, the General gave a sign to get ready for the first combat training. You turned around on your heel and left Bucky stuttering to himself. 

„That was a hell of a first impression, Barnes.“ His friend beside him joked. 

Bucky smacked him with his pillow and flipped him off afterwards. But a sudden smile forced itself onto his lips. That could be interesting. 

It was really hard for Bucky to find a moment to talk to you alone. Weeks had passed and he didn’t get any chance to interact with you at all. Every time he entered the dining hall, you already had left. When he searched for your face in the crowd of dirty men, you were busy taking notes or talking to the Generals of the different companies. 

He almost gave up. But then he decided to go for a run late at night. Bucky had trouble to fall asleep, manly because of all the loudly snoring men in his bunker. The night was peaceful and quiet. The air warm and the sky clouded. Rain was about to come soon. 

He ran around the corner and saw someone sitting on the roof of a weapon shelter. The stone bunker was embedded into a small hill, with grass on the top. Two legs were dangling over the entrance. 

Bucky couldn’t hold back a smile when he realized it was you. Sitting up there, facing the sky. He jog over to the bunker. 

„Do you like to sit on guns at night?“ He asked. 

You dropped your gaze down to him. „Does this pickup line usually work for you?“ 

Bucky felt his cheeks heat up. He repeated his words again in his head and cringed immediately. 

„It sounded better in my head.“ 

You chuckled. It activated butterflies in his stomach. And Bucky knew he wanted to hear it again. 

„Why are you awake, Soldier?“ 

„You can call me Bucky“, he said while climbing up the hill and sat down beside you. With an honorable distance of course. The last thing he wanted was to scare you off. 

„Okay. Why are you awake, Soldier Bucky?“ You teased him. 

He shakes his head with a defeated smile. „Life threatening earthquakes, caused by the snoring of about sixty men. Makes it hard to fall asleep.“ 

A laugh escaped your lips. You tried to cover up your mouth with both hands, but the bright sound of your laughter was already etched deep in Bucky’s soul. 

„Sorry to hear that. But you don’t need a beauty sleep anyway.“ The second the words were spoken, your eyes widened in shock. Bucky assumed these were meant to stay silent thoughts, that unwillingly escaped your tongue. 

A smitten smile pulled on his lips. „So you think I’m pretty?“ 

You didn’t answer. Instead you jumped up and turned to leave without a word. Bucky failed to hold you back. 

Damn she’s fast. He thought, punching himself mentally for screwing up. Bucky could only watch you leave him up on the hill, wondering how someone so confident (and still intimidating) can be so easily flustered by a joke. 

Bucky smiled, knowing that from this moment, he wouldn’t give up on you. He will get another chance, even if he has to work for it. 

The following days, you were nowhere to be found. Not even in the office of the General. Which made Buckys surprise even bigger, when you joined the company for combat training. 

You walked around the paired up soldiers, watching their skills closely. Successfully avoiding getting to close to him. Bucky wouldn’t let his chance slide, so he came up with an idea. 

„You have to punch me.“

His friend frowned confused. „I’m trying.“ 

„No I mean really punch me. As hard as you can. Make it hurt.“ Bucky followed you out of the corner of his eye. 

„Are you drunk? Why do you want me to hurt you?“ He asked.

Bucky groaned impatient. „I want her to get over here so I can talk to her.“ 

He followed when Bucky nodded in your direction. „You really think that will work? She is way out of your league.“ 

„Yeah no shit! But I still have to try.“ 

„Fiiine.“ His friend sighted. 

And he punched Bucky right in the face. Bucky helped a bit, by tripping and falling to the ground. 

„Uh- uhm we need some help over here!“ His pal called out. 

„What are you doing?“, Bucky hissed at him. 

„I though you wanted her to come over..?“ He replied through his teeth so only Bucky could hear him. 

„Yeah but-…“ 

„What’s wrong?“ You asked as you reached them. 

Bucky reacted fast. „Oh uhm - I think he needs to go to the nurse and let them treat his hand. He has very sensitive bones.“ 

His friend almost contradicted, but instead grabbed his wrist with a painful expression. „Oh yeah. His face hurt my hand really bad.“ 

You rolled your eyes and pinched the bridge of your nose with your index finger and thumb. „Fine. Go, Soldier.“ 

Before you could turn back around again, Bucky stood up blocking your way. „I still need another combat partner.“ 

„And let me guess; you want me to be that?“ You assumed, already straightened your shoulders. 

„I will be careful, I promise.“ Bucky said with a crooked smile. He lowered his voice. „Because I think you’re pretty too and I wouldn’t do anything to hurt you.“ 

He wanted it so sound playful but the last part slipped out a bit more serious than he had in mind. Because it was the truth. He wouldn’t do anything to hurt you. Never. 

You blinked in surprise, as if you understood the true meaning behind his teasing words. But you quickly recover and put on a feisty face. With a combination of quick movements, you were able to surprise him and land a high kick on his shoulder. Not hard but clearly making a point. 

„You talk to much“, you huffed, landing another hit. 

It was like a dance between two strangers that’ve become more and more comfortable with each other. Bucky was surprised about the fighting skills you pulled on him. He never saw you train with the other soldiers, so he didn’t knew what you were capable of. But he always learned quickly. He managed to get a hold on you and captured your wrists in his hands. 

„I still don’t know your name“, he said with a low voice. 

You blushed. It could be the heat of movement, but Bucky could’ve sweared he saw your cheeks get a little darker. 

You got up on your tiptoes, lean closer to him. Bucky could feel your breath on his neck. „Why? Do you want me to make you scream my name?“ 

Buckys body reacted and froze immediately. His grip weakened around your wrists and he watched you with big, round puppy eyes. You gave him a evil wink … and hooked your leg behind his to send him to the ground with one hard push. He dropped like a wet bag of clothes, unable to defend himself after what you just said. You may be weaker than him, but way smarter. 

„It was nice to talk to you, Soldier Bucky.“ 

He watched you leave, still speechless. This woman will be the death of me. 

Later that day he couldn’t resist to sneak out again. The night was quiet and he managed to search for your quarters. Bucky didn’t knew what he expected you to say, when he knocked on your door. Would you be mad? Insult him and telling the General about his inappropriate behavior towards his daughter? 

He for sure didn’t expect for you to just tilt your head and smile. 

„You make me question everything, you know that? Is your name Mixed Signals by any chance? Because I’m getting the …“ 

„Bucky“, you mumbled grabbing his collar. „You talk to much.“ 

You pulled him down and his lips crashed into yours. At first he hesitated in surprise. Never could’ve he guessed your next move and certainly not this one. But then he leaned into the kiss. He rested his rough hands on your waist, pulling you closer. 

He pulled away by a few inches. „You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this.“ 

You smiled. „Stop waiting then. And do something.“ 

Bucky didn’t have to be told twice. He grabbed your thighs and pulled you up, so you could wrap your legs around his waist. With a careless nudge, he pushed the door closed behind you, while still claiming your lips. 

When your back hit the mattress, a little squeak escaped your throat, followed by giggles. Bucky pulled away. His blue eyes were sparkling as he looked down at you, softly brushing his fingers over your cheek. 

„Your laughter is my favorite sound.“ 

You melted beneath his strong, defined body. „Let me show you another sound for that list.“ 

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Being close to you

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!reader (Red Room Widow) Summary: Bucky gets back from his first mission after he joined the Avengers. He struggles to let go of his past and he struggles to be touched. But the only thing he really wants, is to be close to you. Wordcount: 1.6k Warnings: hurt/comfort. mention of trauma. mention of anxiety. heart to heart talk. Bucky and Reader being in love. mention of having a found family with the Avengers. Reader being a Widow (Red Room).

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The night was calm in the Avengers Tower. 

Soothing background music was playing and the buzzing of soft chatter filled the living room with life. Everyone had gathered to celebrate the homecoming of Steve and Bucky, after they accomplished to safe hundreds of innocent citizens from another attack. 

The bad guys apparently never sleep, but neither do the good ones. 

„Who wants another round?“, Tony asked into the crowd of superheroes. 

Natasha and Clint raised their empty cups almost simultaneously. You looked around and smiled. Everyone was enjoying themselves. There was Thor playing a card game with Bruce and Steven Strange, looking very confused about something the two Doctors were discussing. He was not having it and emptied is beer at once. 

Peter and Ned were standing on the side, making wild gestures while telling a story to Wanda, wich made her laugh. Tony kissing Pepper on the cheek. Rhodey nodding politely about something that Scott just said. Most likely a very dull joke. 

„These are the nights I missed the most“, Steve said standing beside you with his arms crossed. 

„You two were gone for a few weeks. That’s longer than usual.“ You mentioned, trying not to give away the worry you felt for mentioned weeks. 

„It was … a lot. But it all worked out at the end.“ 

You looked at him out of the corner of your eye. „How is he?“ 

Steve sighted. „He’s exhausted, I think. You know he had some really bad days, while we were away. And I think he feels just as relieved to be home as I am.“ 

Bucky. 

Your mind kept spiraling on the last words he said to you before he entered that damn plane on the rooftop. I will miss you, love. Please don’t leave. 

What does that even mean? Leave? Where in the world would you go? Especially without … him. You have been part of the Avengers for about six months now and only because you knew Natasha from the Red Room. She dragged you into this weird family of superhumans, gods and sorcerers to be a part of them. And even if you would never assumed to find something like that again … it really felt like one big, awkward family. 

You would never leave your found family. And you would never leave him. Bucky Barnes. The man, that managed to make you act like a fourteen year old school girl, with a racing heart and flushed cheeks, as soon as he looked in your direction. 

„Do you know where he is?“ You didn’t have to search for him between the others, because his absence was the first thing you noticed from the beginning.

I will miss you. Is what he said before he left. And now you miss him so much it hurts in your chest. 

„Yeah. He is outside on the balcony. I think he wanted to catch some air, before he joins these weirdos“, Steve said with a smile, watching his friends acting like idiots. Sam just started dancing. And by god, he was not good at it. 

You wanted to turn on your heal, to search for Bucky, when Steve reached out to hold you back. For a moment he said nothing and then he smiled. „He never stopped talking about you. I probably shouldn’t tell you this but … I’m really glad he has you.“ 

At first you wanted to deny any assumptions about unspoken feelings but then something in your heart unclenched. Something so deep, it calmed your thoughts and silenced the insecure teenage girl. 

„Thanks, Cap.“ You gave him a smile and left the ongoing party. 

The wind blew through your hair as soon as you closed the door behind you and stepped outside into the night. Deep below you, the soft sounds of the New York City nightlife. High above you, the clear sky with its sparkling stars. And right in front of you, Bucky leaning on the balcony border. 

His broad shoulders seemed tense, but he still hasn’t noticed you yet. You stepped closer and gently laid your hand on his shoulder blade. 

He flinched. 

„I’m sorry. I didn’t wanted to scare you“, You apologized instantly. 

Bucky sighted in relief. „Don’t be sorry, doll. I-I’m still a little on edge, that’s all.“ 

He turned around to face you and you felt your heart do some funny things again. You couldn’t help it. Bucky had the unique capacity to make you nervous, even if you were trained to never feel that way. 

„I’m glad you’re back, Bucky.“ You said after a moment of silence. „And Steve too, of course!“ 

Bucky chuckled. „Yeah me too. This was the first time I headed out to a mission after …“ He hesitated, wrenched his bionic fingers and looked away into the night. „Since I got my memories back. Weird at first. To be with Steve again, you know? To do something good.“ 

You nodded slightly. „You can be proud of yourself.“ 

„I try.“ He wrenched his hands again. 

Without thinking you touched his bionic hand, to give him some reassurance. But when Bucky flinched again; slightly, almost not noticeable but you noticed it anyway. „Oh, shit I’m so sorry. I wasn’t thinking … I“ 

You stepped back to bring some space between you two, but Bucky reached out to prevent you from getting to far away from him. 

„Don’t apologize, love. Please. I’m the one that should be sorry.“ He muttered and looked at you with regretful eyes. „I’m not used to this.“ 

„What do you mean?“ 

He swallowed. „My reaction to contact. I was talking to Steve and he helped me to figure out this shit my body does when someone touches me. Apparently I associate touch with hurt.“ 

Tears threatened to blur your vision, but you blinked them away and collect your upcoming feelings. „I understand. Thank you for telling me, Bucky. I’ll remember that and it won’t happen again.“ 

Bucky, still holding you by the wrist, shakes his head. „That’s the problem. I want you to.“ 

„What?“ 

He stepped a bit closer. His eyes deep as a ocean, full of unspoken thoughts. „I want you near me, doll. The whole time I’ve spend away, I wished to be back here. With you. Near you. I was afraid you wouldn’t be here when I return.“ 

„You said that you didn’t want me to leave. I failed to understand. Even now.“ Your tongue was slow. Never had you been this close to him. 

„I was scared you would move on. Every time I got put back on ice, all the familiar faces around me vanished. Sometimes because I forgot them and sometimes because years had been passed and they moved on. And even if they were all horrible people … these were the only faces I knew at the time.“ Bucky ran his hand through his hair. „Any time I turn around, somebody leaves. I guess, I wanted to make sure you wouldn’t be one of them.“ 

For a moment you held his gaze without moving a muscle, processing what he just said. Then you slowly raised your hand, exchanging a look to ask for permission to touch him. Bucky nodded. You took his right hand from holding your wrist, to resting on your racing heart and guided his bionic hand to your waist. 

The whole time you’ve watched his expressions, to make sure not to trigger something hidden deep in the back of his mind. He swallowed and clenched his jaw, but according to the look in his eyes, the contact didn’t made him feel uncomfortable. 

„I won’t leave. Never. And I want you to feel my heartbeat so you can be sure I’m not lying.“ 

„But it’s not steady at all, doll. Your heart is racing.“ He sounded alarmed and his eyes widened. 

You chuckled. Caught red handed. Of course you forgot about the impact he has on you. Not the best timing. „But not because I’m lying. It’s racing because …“ Your failed to say it out loud, so you cleared your throat for a second try. „Because of you.“ 

Bucky froze. His entire body was still for a moment, he didn’t even breathe. And your heart skipped a beat. And yet another. Bucky looked down to his hand, which was still resting on your chest. As if he could feel the beat-skipping. 

Then he met your gaze again and his eyes went soft. His handsome face relaxed and his lips partend in realization. Slowly his right hand liftet from your heart and cupped your cheek. His thumb caressed the skin right beneath your eye. For a endless moment he just looked at you, holding you like this. The world around you went silent. 

„I’ve missed you so much, love“, he whispered just a few inches away from your lips. You closed your eyes to let yourself get lost in his scent. 

„I missed you too, Bucky.“ 

He tensed. „I want to kiss you.“ Your eyes met again and you could see his fear in them. „But I don’t know if I can. I want it to feel it the right way.“ 

You let your hands wander from his arms, over his shoulder and chest, to his back. Slowly and without loosing contact, so he could track them at all time. 

„It’s okay. We don’t have to rush things. We have all the time in the world.“ 

Bucky leaned his forehead against yours, still holding you like a treasure close to him. „I want to spend this time getting close to you, love. I promise I’ll get better for you.“ 

„You won’t have to face it alone. Never again, Bucky. I promise.“ 

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Flirty Soldier

Pairing: 40s!Bucky Barnes x fem!reader

Summary: You are a dancer at the Captain America Tour. Bucky admires you from afar until one night the finally invites you to a date.

Wordcount: idk but short :)

Warnings: heavy flirting. dancing with Bucky. kissing. touching. and physical violence (against a third person don’t worry)

Authors note: can we take a quick moment and look at that Bucky Gif?! It’s by far my favourite!Isn’t he just the cutest?! 🥹💙

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Dancing on a stage in front of two hundred roaring men, felt not as fun as it sounds.

Dirty faces, distorted with arrogant smiles and filthy hands making disgusting gestures, were now part of your everyday life.

“Isn’t it glamorous to be one of Cap’s Girls?” a woman your age asked from the side. She wore the same uniform as you did: a short dress in the colours of the U.S flag and elegant dancing shoes with a heel.

You nod half-hearted. “Yeah. I never felt more glamorous in my entire life.”

Her big, naive smile made it clear that she didn’t understood your sarcasm. But you couldn’t judge her for that. This job was a good opportunity for young girls to see other places, earn some money and maybe find a husband.

You on the other hand were only here because you wanted to get away from your abusive home. From a father that hit you and a mother that loved a good whiskey more than her own daughter.

So maybe this was glamorous after all.

“Good evening, ma’am.” It was Steve Rogers alias Captain America who stepped in front of you and the naive girl with a playful salute.

“Oh hello Captain!” The girl did a salute back. “How may we help you?”

“I wanted to thank you personally for you performances this far. It is always a pleasure working with you. And I wanted to invite you two to a drink later.”

The sounded like he had studied this words, but you couldn’t focus on the US Golden Boy any longer because your attention was caught by another soldier standing beside him.

He was drop dead handsome. With his bright, blue eyes and dark, wild hair he looked like a prince people wrote books about. Suddenly your heart made funny things and when he crooked a shy smile, you couldn’t resist but return it.

“Is this like a double date?” The girl asked - you put asking for her name on your mental list.

“Indeed, ma’am. My friend James and I would like to invite you.” Cap pat the shoulder of the handsome soldier.

“James it is?” You reached out your hand and the soldier instantly took it in his, just to print a soft kiss on your knuckles.

“You can call me Bucky, doll.”

Your cheeks turned pink. “Looks like you already have a name for me.”

His eyes widened. “Oh my apologies, ma’am. I didn’t want to …”

“I like it.” You said and turned around to follow the other girl. “See you later, Bucky.”

~A few drinks later~

He was a shameless flirt. Bucky spend the whole evening looking for every opportunity to be close to you, never letting you out of sight. He even pressed a kiss on your cheek because he thought nobody was watching. And you enjoyed every minute of it. He was the perfect gentleman mixed with a mysterious grin.

“Would you like to dance with me, doll?” He reached out for your hand. His warm touch was electrifying.

“I thought you would never ask.”

A slow jazz song was playing and the dance floor filled with couples. You laid one hand on his shoulder, while Bucky pulled you closer with one hand on your back.

“So wich idea was it?” You asked with a lowered voice, so only Bucky would hear you.

His chin brushed over your cheek as he turned his head slightly. “What do you mean?”

You chuckled. “I mean, did Steve over there wanted to invite us or … was it your idea?”

Bucky leaned back without letting you go. His blue eyes reflected the sparkling light of the candles around you. A hint of mischief showed in them as he smiled down to you.

“You are a smart girl. What do you think?”

You squeak when he swirled you around. As a reaction you hold on tighter on his strong arms. “I think I never saw you in the crowd making these … rather offending comments about the girls. But I remember seeing you walk around backstage a lot. You seemed quiet but never creepy.”

Bucky huffed a smile. “I’m glad you think that I’m not creepy.”

“I think”, you continued. “I think it was your idea to invite us. But I would like to know, why?” You gave him a sweet and innocent smile.

Bucky bit down on his bottom lip, watching you teasing him with a heated look on his face. “Can’t you answer that question for yourself?”

“I would like to hear it from you.”

His grip around your waist just got a little tighter and as an answer to that your heart started to flutter.

“You were on my mind for quite a while now. Seeing you on stage, dancing like you don’t care about anyone else. And off stage, being such a beautiful but rarely seen face.” Bucky raised his hand to gently cup your cheek. “I wanted to talk to you for a while now but somehow you managed to disappear as soon as you leave the stage.”

“Lucky for you I don’t want to leave anytime soon tonight.” You mumbled. Your mouth went dry and your throat was all tighten up. It was impossible to play it cool, when Bucky looked at you the way he does now.

He looked like he wanted to kiss you. And your thoughts were just screaming for him to do it.

Then someone grabbed your arm painfully.

“My turn now, Barnes.” A dirty man made an effort to pull you away from Bucky. His smile was suggestive and his eyes were only focused on your breasts. You immediately felt dirty and uncomfortable.

“Back off, Jackson.” Bucky thundered with a warning tone in his voice. “Let the lady go. I won’t ask twice.” He stepped between you and the man to protect you from his greedy fingers. Bucky was tall and had a strong frame to hide away behind.

The man - Jackson, laughed loud. “A lady? Pah, this is not a lady. She is just dancing eye candy. A slut in a nice dress.”

A fist met the face of the man and Bucky grabbed the man by the throat to plant another punch.

“You better apologise to her for that or I will make sure that not even your mother can recognise your face, after I’m done with you.” Bucky was not joking. The low warning in his words traveled right into the man’s bones and made him shiver.

“I-I I want to formerly apologise, Madame. Please f-forgive me and my outrageous assumptions.”

Bucky looked over his shoulder, still holding the shivering man by his throat. He waited for your approval. You nodded once.

After the pig of a man trembled out of the bar, the music started playing again and the other guests minded their own business again.

“Are you alright, doll?” Bucky asked concerned and cupped your face to search for something alarming in your face. But instead of that you started to smile.

“You just defended my honor.”

Bucky crooked a smile. “You made it sound like I was a knight in shining armour and not just a man punching a guy in the face.”

“Just my kind of a knight.” You dig your fingers into his uniform, pulling him down to you.

“At your service, ma’am.”

Bucky kissed you and you melted into his arms. You felt him smile against your lips just before he picked you up and swirled you around again.

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Flirty Soldier

Pairing: 40s!Bucky Barnes x fem!reader

Summary: You are a dancer at the Captain America Tour. Bucky admires you from afar until one night the finally invites you to a date.

Wordcount: idk but short :)

Warnings: heavy flirting. dancing with Bucky. kissing. touching. and physical violence (against a third person don’t worry)

Authors note: can we take a quick moment and look at that Bucky Gif?! It’s by far my favourite!Isn’t he just the cutest?! 🥹💙

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Dancing on a stage in front of two hundred roaring men, felt not as fun as it sounds.

Dirty faces, distorted with arrogant smiles and filthy hands making disgusting gestures, were now part of your everyday life.

“Isn’t it glamorous to be one of Cap’s Girls?” a woman your age asked from the side. She wore the same uniform as you did: a short dress in the colours of the U.S flag and elegant dancing shoes with a heel.

You nod half-hearted. “Yeah. I never felt more glamorous in my entire life.”

Her big, naive smile made it clear that she didn’t understood your sarcasm. But you couldn’t judge her for that. This job was a good opportunity for young girls to see other places, earn some money and maybe find a husband.

You on the other hand were only here because you wanted to get away from your abusive home. From a father that hit you and a mother that loved a good whiskey more than her own daughter.

So maybe this was glamorous after all.

“Good evening, ma’am.” It was Steve Rogers alias Captain America who stepped in front of you and the naive girl with a playful salute.

“Oh hello Captain!” The girl did a salute back. “How may we help you?”

“I wanted to thank you personally for you performances this far. It is always a pleasure working with you. And I wanted to invite you two to a drink later.”

The sounded like he had studied this words, but you couldn’t focus on the US Golden Boy any longer because your attention was caught by another soldier standing beside him.

He was drop dead handsome. With his bright, blue eyes and dark, wild hair he looked like a prince people wrote books about. Suddenly your heart made funny things and when he crooked a shy smile, you couldn’t resist but return it.

“Is this like a double date?” The girl asked - you put asking for her name on your mental list.

“Indeed, ma’am. My friend James and I would like to invite you.” Cap pat the shoulder of the handsome soldier.

“James it is?” You reached out your hand and the soldier instantly took it in his, just to print a soft kiss on your knuckles.

“You can call me Bucky, doll.”

Your cheeks turned pink. “Looks like you already have a name for me.”

His eyes widened. “Oh my apologies, ma’am. I didn’t want to …”

“I like it.” You said and turned around to follow the other girl. “See you later, Bucky.”

~A few drinks later~

He was a shameless flirt. Bucky spend the whole evening looking for every opportunity to be close to you, never letting you out of sight. He even pressed a kiss on your cheek because he thought nobody was watching. And you enjoyed every minute of it. He was the perfect gentleman mixed with a mysterious grin.

“Would you like to dance with me, doll?” He reached out for your hand. His warm touch was electrifying.

“I thought you would never ask.”

A slow jazz song was playing and the dance floor filled with couples. You laid one hand on his shoulder, while Bucky pulled you closer with one hand on your back.

“So wich idea was it?” You asked with a lowered voice, so only Bucky would hear you.

His chin brushed over your cheek as he turned his head slightly. “What do you mean?”

You chuckled. “I mean, did Steve over there wanted to invite us or … was it your idea?”

Bucky leaned back without letting you go. His blue eyes reflected the sparkling light of the candles around you. A hint of mischief showed in them as he smiled down to you.

“You are a smart girl. What do you think?”

You squeak when he swirled you around. As a reaction you hold on tighter on his strong arms. “I think I never saw you in the crowd making these … rather offending comments about the girls. But I remember seeing you walk around backstage a lot. You seemed quiet but never creepy.”

Bucky huffed a smile. “I’m glad you think that I’m not creepy.”

“I think”, you continued. “I think it was your idea to invite us. But I would like to know, why?” You gave him a sweet and innocent smile.

Bucky bit down on his bottom lip, watching you teasing him with a heated look on his face. “Can’t you answer that question for yourself?”

“I would like to hear it from you.”

His grip around your waist just got a little tighter and as an answer to that your heart started to flutter.

“You were on my mind for quite a while now. Seeing you on stage, dancing like you don’t care about anyone else. And off stage, being such a beautiful but rarely seen face.” Bucky raised his hand to gently cup your cheek. “I wanted to talk to you for a while now but somehow you managed to disappear as soon as you leave the stage.”

“Lucky for you I don’t want to leave anytime soon tonight.” You mumbled. Your mouth went dry and your throat was all tighten up. It was impossible to play it cool, when Bucky looked at you the way he does now.

He looked like he wanted to kiss you. And your thoughts were just screaming for him to do it.

Then someone grabbed your arm painfully.

“My turn now, Barnes.” A dirty man made an effort to pull you away from Bucky. His smile was suggestive and his eyes were only focused on your breasts. You immediately felt dirty and uncomfortable.

“Back off, Jackson.” Bucky thundered with a warning tone in his voice. “Let the lady go. I won’t ask twice.” He stepped between you and the man to protect you from his greedy fingers. Bucky was tall and had a strong frame to hide away behind.

The man - Jackson, laughed loud. “A lady? Pah, this is not a lady. She is just dancing eye candy. A slut in a nice dress.”

A fist met the face of the man and Bucky grabbed the man by the throat to plant another punch.

“You better apologise to her for that or I will make sure that not even your mother can recognise your face, after I’m done with you.” Bucky was not joking. The low warning in his words traveled right into the man’s bones and made him shiver.

“I-I I want to formerly apologise, Madame. Please f-forgive me and my outrageous assumptions.”

Bucky looked over his shoulder, still holding the shivering man by his throat. He waited for your approval. You nodded once.

After the pig of a man trembled out of the bar, the music started playing again and the other guests minded their own business again.

“Are you alright, doll?” Bucky asked concerned and cupped your face to search for something alarming in your face. But instead of that you started to smile.

“You just defended my honor.”

Bucky crooked a smile. “You made it sound like I was a knight in shining armour and not just a man punching a guy in the face.”

“Just my kind of a knight.” You dig your fingers into his uniform, pulling him down to you.

“At your service, ma’am.”

Bucky kissed you and you melted into his arms. You felt him smile against your lips just before he picked you up and swirled you around again.

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Cut The Past Away

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x female reader Summary: This takes place after Endgame and before FATWS. Bucky struggles with self worth and with memories that haunting his thoughts. When he almost kills someone because the girl he loves gets hurt, he knows something has to change. Worcount: 1.5k Warnings: trauma. mentions of injuries. crying. blood. Bucky having a secret crush on you. struggle with self worth. hugging tightly. cutting his hair. forehead kisses. kissing in general. hurt/comfort.

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Bucky got pardoned by the government but he struggled to forgive himself for all the terrible things he’d done in the past. 

After the earth got saved from this big, purple alien person, he searched for something worth moving forward. And that something just happened to stumble into his life like a wild tornado with pretty eyes and a kind, loving heart. 

You. His girl. 

Well, technically not his girl. Because he never told you about his feelings and the way his pulse quickens, as soon as he thinks about you. Bucky didn’t know how it happened, but somehow you managed to wrap him around your pinkie without even trying. 

The only problem about this whole feeling thing, was that he could never tell you about it. Bucky was too messed up, too damaged to let someone near him. Too broken to feel worthy of the kind of love, he knew you were able to give. 

Even in meetings, when he watched you talk to the other teammates, he noticed that you truly care about every single one of them. You listen, you never judge someone and you’re doing it like it’s breathing. He never met someone so pure and kind. And he knew for a fact, that he could never be the man who deserved your heart. He doubt to even had a chance to win it anyway so, why bother thinking about it? 

„You are awkwardly quiet today, Buck. What’s wrong?“ Sam asked with concern. 

Bucky welcomed the distraction from his spiraling thoughts. „Nothing. I’m always quiet.“ 

„Nah, because today you are extra grumpy. Normally you just look like a hungry cat and somebody took your sandwich. Today you look like a beaten dog.“ 

Bucky rolled his eyes. This was no topic to discuss on a mission. Especially if the reason he looked like a sad - or beaten - dog was sitting right across him in the Jet, talking to Shuri about some computer stuff he failed to understand. 

„Your comparisons are really getting worse everyday.“ 

Sam laughed. „You know that aint true. You’re just embarrassed that I can read you like an open book.“ 

Hopefully not. He thought for himself. If Sam would be able to get a look inside his head, he would’ve turn around and never talk to him again. All the horrible things he’d done in the past, getting dragged to the surface as soon as he closes his eyes by nightfall. Every damn night. 

Even after the treatment in Wakanda. He sometimes can’t look in the mirror, scarred to see the Winter Soldier starring back. 

Bucky ran his hand through his thick hair, trying to get it out of his face, but it fell back right away. „Enough talking. Get ready. We are landing soon.“ 

You looked up and Bucky held your gaze for a moment. The shy smile you gave him, liftet the heavy weight above his heart, which always appeared right before a mission. Right before a fight. 

„I got your back out there“, you said stretching your neck. Bucky looked at you, now standing right beside him. You were a lot smaller than him, your head only reaching his chest, but the fire in your eyes made up for the fragile impression. 

„Couldn’t wish for someone better“, he mumbled. Bucky felt his whole body longing to get a little closer to you, so his arm could accidentally brush your shoulder. But he pulled himself together, trying to focus, even if the slight pink on your cheeks made him feel like the luckiest man alive. 

„Okay Team“, Shuri shouted over the rushing wind as the door got opened. „No serious injuries. I need you all tomorrow in your best form.“ Everyone gave her a thumbs up and then they’d jump out of the Jet. 

Bucky couldn’t remember what happened next. 

The only thing that was stuck inside his head, was you screaming in fear and the feeling of his hand punching a man almost to the gates of the afterlife. In that very moment nothing mattered for Bucky, except for you being safe. He couldn’t stop himself. Bucky had to be stopped. 

You stopped him. 

He didn’t know how you managed to drag him away and getting him into the Jet. The only thing he knew, you were holding his hand, guiding him away from the battle. 

„Are the others alright?“ His voice was raspy and silent. 

You looked up at him, nodding softly. „Yeah they went home with us. Don’t you remember?“ 

Bucky shakes his head, pining his eyes to the floor. How could he forget that? Why was his brain not functioning correctly, putting all the pieces into the right places? 

„Are you alright?“, Bucky asked. He slowly raising his eyes to meet yours, noticing some bruises slowly showing on you cheekbone and under your jawline. He gently cupped your face with his hands to get a better look at it … when his heart stumbles. 

His hands. 

They were covered in blood. 

Blood that was now on your cheeks. In the shape of fingerprints. His bloody fingerprints, marking you in a disturbing way. 

You noticed his reaction. The bare horror in his eyes. 

„Here let’s get this washed off.“ You took his hands in yours, guiding them over the sink. Only now Bucky realized where he was. Back in the Base. Back home. Standing in his bathroom. 

He let you wash the blood off his rough hands. Bucky tried to cast away all the unforgivable things, these hands have done and how they would’ve never be worthy of touching you, in the way he wished he could. He watched you closely. 

But he didn’t wanted to make you uncomfortable by him just staring at you, so he turned his head to the mirror. 

Winter Soldier. 

The blood had sprayed all over his face, leaving dark red marks and calling him out as the monster that still lives inside him. Bucky tore his hands out of yours and started to roughly wash his face with uncontrolled, painful movements. He ran his wet hands through his bloody hair, trying to get rid of the guilt. 

You were just standing beside him, letting him have this moment and then watching him holding on to the sink with both hands and a bowed head. 

„You know“, You started and softly resting a hand on his bicep. „I could cut it for you.“ 

Bucky raised his head to look at you. His wild eyes trying to make sense of your words. „What?“ 

„Your hair. I could cut it for you.“ 

A moment passes. „Why?“ 

„There is a saying. Hair holds memories. Normally it’s just something to smile about because people use it for changing their appearances after a breakup, but … in your case … I think it makes more sense.“ 

Bucky swallowed hard. He’d let go of the sink and turned around to you. The way he looked down at you made you a little weak in the knees. His body was strong and tall, something to lean on to and feel protected… but the deeply vulnerable expression on his face woke the wish in you to protect him and his kind soul from all the bad in the world. 

„How’d you know?“ Bucky asked. 

You shrug, not breaking eye contact. „I guess I know you good enough to tell what’s on your mind.“ 

„God, I hope not.“ He mumbles unaware that he just said the words, that should’ve stayed thoughts in his head. „Sorry.“ 

„Don’t apologize, Bucky.“ You whispered. Tears started to blur your vision and your throat just got a bit tighter. „It’s a pleasure to know all about you. Honestly.“ 

Now it was Bucky, who teared up a little. He struggled to wrap his head around the idea of you talking to him like that. Like he was someone worth to be treated this kind and soft. He couldn’t remember the last time he was treated this gentle. 

„You don’t know what your saying, doll. I’m not a good person.“ 

You stepped closer to him. So close, that your chest touching him with every breath. „You saved so many people fighting against all kind of enemies. Although you’ve lost so much and have been through so much you are still here, trying to keep on moving.“ 

You closed the remaining distance between him and you and wrapping your arms around his back. At first Bucky was surprised by the sudden contact but then he leaned into the hug, pulling you close to him, resting his head in the curve of you neck. 

„You saved me today. Bucky you are good. And I can’t thank you enough.“ 

Under your fingertips you could feel Bucky slightly shivering as he started to cry silently. You knew how hard it is for him to let his guard down like this, especially in front of another person, so you just kept on holding him without saying anything until the moment passes. 

„I would like you to cut it“, he said as he pulled away from you. 

You nod with a sweet smile. „Gladly.“ 

Without further thinking, Bucky cupped your face and brushed a soft kiss on your forehead. You closed your eyes to remember this forever. 

„Thank you, doll.“ 

When he’d let go, you got up on your tiptoes and kissed him on the cheek to return the favor. Instead of distancing immediately after, you hesitated by the intense look on his face and the way his head turned slightly, so that your lips are just inches away. 

You took a chance and kissed him. Briefly and soft. 

A gala took place the next evening and Bucky appeared with short hair, a smile on his face and holding the hand of a girl with pretty eyes and a kind, loving heart. 

His girl. 

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Equally stubborn

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x female reader Summary: You and Bucky had a fight. And after a successful mission you two get some time to work this shit out. Words: 1k Warnings: established relationship with Bucky. fighting. cursing. mentions of bruises and cuts. mentions of injury. Bucky being very protective about you. mad Bucky.

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„So you two had a fight, huh?“ Yelena ask and takes a sip of her beer. 

You mirrored her, but instead of a beer you had a whiskey and you empty the glass at once. The liquid left a burning feeling in your throat, which you welcomed with a sigh. It numbed the throbbing pain, of some cuts and bruises on your body, reminding you of the successful mission you just accomplished. 

„Yeah. It was pretty bad.“ 

Yelena frowned. „You two love birds are normally disgustingly heart-eyed. What happened?“ 

You shrug. „Can’t remember.“ You tried to avoid her gaze by looking around the streets. The bar you choose was located in a little shallow side street, so it was not really busy. 

It was a lie. You remembered all to well why Bucky was mad at you. Yesterday the two of you had another mission together. Nothing big. Just a hunt for information. Sneak in, don’t get noticed, steal some codes and sneak out without getting caught. 

But…

Someone noticed. And he had a gun. He shot at Bucky and you pushed him out of the way, so that the bullet hit you. It was just a little flesh wound, because you managed to turn just in time. Yes it was a nasty pain in your upper leg and yes he is a Super Soldier and could’ve handled a little bullet like it’s nothing … but you would rather die than let him get hurt if you can do something to avoid it. 

The discussion afterwards was … well not so nice. You stormed out on him and haven’t seen Bucky since then. 

„You are a bad liar.“ Yelena pointed at you with her index finger, still holding the bottle. „Tell me.“ 

You sigh dramatically. But you tell her everything that happened. 

After you finished she emptied her bottle and started laughing out loud. „Damn. This is the most pathetic couple fight I’ve heard in a long time!“ 

You crossed your arms in defense. „It isn’t pathetic!“ 

„Let me guess“, she started giggling. „You haven’t told him where we are and what we are doing right now. Am I right?“ 

„Well,“ you rolled your eyes. „If he wants to know if I’m still alive, then he can check my pulse-transmitter in the base. And he can track my location! It’s not like I’m hiding from him.“ 

„Yeah but you could’ve told me where you were going.“ A deep voice made you look up to the sky in silent pleading for some help. 

„There is the boyfriend and the emotional support“, Yelena laughs, raising her empty beer to Bucky and Sam. 

„C’mon Yelena! At least you could’ve told me“, Bucky snapped at her. 

„Nah. This is none of my business. I’m just here to get drunk.“ 

Sam nodded inside the bar. „Then lets catch some drinks. I think these two knuckleheads need some time alone.“ 

You watch them leave, trying to show Bucky a cold shoulder, but that man has a talent for getting under your skin no matter what. He leaned on the table with one arm, looking at you with a hard expression on his face. 

„Are you trying to kill me? Why did you left without a message?“ 

Your head snapped around to meet his gaze, still sitting on the high bar stool. „Are you kidding me? You left first this morning and didn’t tell me where you’d go!“ 

His jaw tightened as he scanned the surroundings with a quick look. „I was training with Steve and Nat. And I didn’t wake you up because …“ 

You raised your chin challengingly. „Because? Speak up.“ 

„Because I was fucking mad at you!“ His voice was a low growl and he leaned in closer so no one could eavesdrop on you. „But I didn’t thought you would just ran away and do something stupid the second I turn around.“ 

Your blood began to boil in your veins. „Stupid?! I went on a mission with Yelena! Do you really think I throw myself into senseless danger just out of spite?“ Your voice slipped a tone higher. „I needed to clear my head.“ 

Something in his blue eyes softened a little bit. Like he could empathize with the meaning of your words. „And by that you punch the bad guys?“ 

You shrug and then nodded. 

Bucky tried to fight a crooked grin from showing on his lips. He lost. „I would be lying if I said I didn’t love you even more because of this.“ 

His hand rested on your thigh, just an inch below your injury. The warmth of his touch forced a shiver through your entire body.

Damn him and his cursed power to make me weak in the knees like that. 

„But you’re hurt, doll.“ His voice dropped to a whisper full of regrets. „You’re hurt because of me.“ 

And with that your mouth dropped open. Was he really blaming himself for this? „Bucky, it’s just a flesh wound. No big deal, I…“ 

„For me it is a big deal!“ He thundered. His blue eyes darkened with something deeper than pain. „If something happens to you, than I’m the one to blame. I should’ve protected you!“ 

All the anger you felt, because if the fight yesterday and his disappearance this morning, just vanished. You reached out for him, resting a hand over his pounding heart. 

„But it is my job to protect you too“, you said softly. 

Bucky refuses to look up, too ashamed to meet your gaze. So you gently cupped his face and force him to do. „Bucky I did it to protect you. And I would do it again, because I love you.“ 

His eyes dart down to your lips and up again to your eyes, scanning every inch of your face. Sucking in the realization that you are alive and well (mostly) right here infront of him. 

„I love you too, doll. But please never do that again. I can’t handle to loose you. It would be the death of me.“ He meant it. You knew that with every fiber of your being. 

This man would die for you … but so would you die for him. The feeling was more than mutual. 

„If you promise to kiss me now, then I promise to practice the bullet dodging for the next time.“ A little smile appeared on your face when Bucky closed his eyes dramatically. He was debating with himself if he could win this argument. 

„Love, you are unbelievable.“ 

Bucky grabbed you by the neck and gave you a kiss full of frustration over his stubborn girlfriend. 

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Equally stubborn

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x female reader Summary: You and Bucky had a fight. And after a successful mission you two get some time to work this shit out. Words: 1k Warnings: established relationship with Bucky. fighting. cursing. mentions of bruises and cuts. mentions of injury. Bucky being very protective about you. mad Bucky.

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„So you two had a fight, huh?“ Yelena ask and takes a sip of her beer. 

You mirrored her, but instead of a beer you had a whiskey and you empty the glass at once. The liquid left a burning feeling in your throat, which you welcomed with a sigh. It numbed the throbbing pain, of some cuts and bruises on your body, reminding you of the successful mission you just accomplished. 

„Yeah. It was pretty bad.“ 

Yelena frowned. „You two love birds are normally disgustingly heart-eyed. What happened?“ 

You shrug. „Can’t remember.“ You tried to avoid her gaze by looking around the streets. The bar you choose was located in a little shallow side street, so it was not really busy. 

It was a lie. You remembered all to well why Bucky was mad at you. Yesterday the two of you had another mission together. Nothing big. Just a hunt for information. Sneak in, don’t get noticed, steal some codes and sneak out without getting caught. 

But…

Someone noticed. And he had a gun. He shot at Bucky and you pushed him out of the way, so that the bullet hit you. It was just a little flesh wound, because you managed to turn just in time. Yes it was a nasty pain in your upper leg and yes he is a Super Soldier and could’ve handled a little bullet like it’s nothing … but you would rather die than let him get hurt if you can do something to avoid it. 

The discussion afterwards was … well not so nice. You stormed out on him and haven’t seen Bucky since then. 

„You are a bad liar.“ Yelena pointed at you with her index finger, still holding the bottle. „Tell me.“ 

You sigh dramatically. But you tell her everything that happened. 

After you finished she emptied her bottle and started laughing out loud. „Damn. This is the most pathetic couple fight I’ve heard in a long time!“ 

You crossed your arms in defense. „It isn’t pathetic!“ 

„Let me guess“, she started giggling. „You haven’t told him where we are and what we are doing right now. Am I right?“ 

„Well,“ you rolled your eyes. „If he wants to know if I’m still alive, then he can check my pulse-transmitter in the base. And he can track my location! It’s not like I’m hiding from him.“ 

„Yeah but you could’ve told me where you were going.“ A deep voice made you look up to the sky in silent pleading for some help. 

„There is the boyfriend and the emotional support“, Yelena laughs, raising her empty beer to Bucky and Sam. 

„C’mon Yelena! At least you could’ve told me“, Bucky snapped at her. 

„Nah. This is none of my business. I’m just here to get drunk.“ 

Sam nodded inside the bar. „Then lets catch some drinks. I think these two knuckleheads need some time alone.“ 

You watch them leave, trying to show Bucky a cold shoulder, but that man has a talent for getting under your skin no matter what. He leaned on the table with one arm, looking at you with a hard expression on his face. 

„Are you trying to kill me? Why did you left without a message?“ 

Your head snapped around to meet his gaze, still sitting on the high bar stool. „Are you kidding me? You left first this morning and didn’t tell me where you’d go!“ 

His jaw tightened as he scanned the surroundings with a quick look. „I was training with Steve and Nat. And I didn’t wake you up because …“ 

You raised your chin challengingly. „Because? Speak up.“ 

„Because I was fucking mad at you!“ His voice was a low growl and he leaned in closer so no one could eavesdrop on you. „But I didn’t thought you would just ran away and do something stupid the second I turn around.“ 

Your blood began to boil in your veins. „Stupid?! I went on a mission with Yelena! Do you really think I throw myself into senseless danger just out of spite?“ Your voice slipped a tone higher. „I needed to clear my head.“ 

Something in his blue eyes softened a little bit. Like he could empathize with the meaning of your words. „And by that you punch the bad guys?“ 

You shrug and then nodded. 

Bucky tried to fight a crooked grin from showing on his lips. He lost. „I would be lying if I said I didn’t love you even more because of this.“ 

His hand rested on your thigh, just an inch below your injury. The warmth of his touch forced a shiver through your entire body.

Damn him and his cursed power to make me weak in the knees like that. 

„But you’re hurt, doll.“ His voice dropped to a whisper full of regrets. „You’re hurt because of me.“ 

And with that your mouth dropped open. Was he really blaming himself for this? „Bucky, it’s just a flesh wound. No big deal, I…“ 

„For me it is a big deal!“ He thundered. His blue eyes darkened with something deeper than pain. „If something happens to you, than I’m the one to blame. I should’ve protected you!“ 

All the anger you felt, because if the fight yesterday and his disappearance this morning, just vanished. You reached out for him, resting a hand over his pounding heart. 

„But it is my job to protect you too“, you said softly. 

Bucky refuses to look up, too ashamed to meet your gaze. So you gently cupped his face and force him to do. „Bucky I did it to protect you. And I would do it again, because I love you.“ 

His eyes dart down to your lips and up again to your eyes, scanning every inch of your face. Sucking in the realization that you are alive and well (mostly) right here infront of him. 

„I love you too, doll. But please never do that again. I can’t handle to loose you. It would be the death of me.“ He meant it. You knew that with every fiber of your being. 

This man would die for you … but so would you die for him. The feeling was more than mutual. 

„If you promise to kiss me now, then I promise to practice the bullet dodging for the next time.“ A little smile appeared on your face when Bucky closed his eyes dramatically. He was debating with himself if he could win this argument. 

„Love, you are unbelievable.“ 

Bucky grabbed you by the neck and gave you a kiss full of frustration over his stubborn girlfriend. 

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Sebastian Stan as Bucky Barnes THE FALCON AND THE WINTER SOLDIER 1.05 — "Truth"

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Ohhhh yeahhhh!!!

Brand-new suit

End-credit scene spoilers. Mention of future smut.

Boyfriend!Bucky Barnes who’s showing off his brand new suit.

The door to the common room opens, footsteps echo heavily through the room, where you’re sitting with Bob and a milkshake in your hand.

The others were away for a few hours. A small mission. And brand new suits.

You turn around, looking at your friend until your eyes settle on your boyfriend.

Glorious like aways. And hugged by that tight suit.

Your mouth drops open. The large, red star on his arm, the vest that protects his chest and abdomen. And his beautiful, fluff hair. Perfectly sitting like he spend half the day in the bathroom for it.

“You’re drooling,” Yelena grins as he walks toward you, turning on her heels to look your boyfriend up and down as well.

And fuck, she’s right. Your salvia is pooling in your moth, making it way slowly out of the corner of your mouth.

“Mhm,” you mutter, your mind racing. All thoughts inappropriate. Burying all the other thoughts deep in the back of your mind.

Bucky’s lips twitch upward, his ocean blue eyes shining bright as he takes in your expression. So soft, so sweet and yet he can read all these naughty thoughts you both keep hidden in your shared bedroom.

“No sex in front of Bob, though,” Ava mutters as she grasps a snack and leans back to watch the interaction between you and Bucky.

It’s better than any movie. The tension almost visible between the two of you.

“You wanna say hey, babydoll? Or just stand there and leave puddle on the ground?” Bucky mutters, taking a step closer as his hands rest on your hips.

You whimper, your head shooting up to look into his eyes.

They hold so much love. So much softness.

But the slight glint of mischievous makes your knees buckle. Your thighs clenching tightly.

He leans closer, his warm breath against your ear. Bucky chuckles low in his throat when you whimper quietly.

“Our room is a way better place to leave a puddle on the ground,” he whispers. A moan works its way up your throat but you swallow it before it can slip through your lips.

You know what he means. No drool. Or at least not only drool.

“Please,” you whimper, grasping his vest tightly between your fingers. “Want you.”

“Oh, it’s getting interesting,” John announces, grinning at you and Bucky.

Yelena is cursing under her breath as he turns Bobs head and places her hands in front of his eyes. “Get a room!”

Bucky growls, fingers curling around your waist as he lifts you up. Your legs wrap around his waist instinctively, letting him carry you toward your bedroom.

“Want you to keep that on, Buck,” you mumble. “You look so good. So hot, need you so bad.”

“Yes, that’s what you think, babydoll? How about you show me how much you like that new suit?” Bucky groans against your neck, sucking and biting you not your soft skin. “You make me go so fuckin’ crazy for you, my love.”

That suit. That suit. It’s doing things, mhmmm!

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Whatcha doin there John? 👀🔥

Behind the bite and sharpness

Pairing — John Walker x Thunderbolt!Fem!Reader

Summary — Teasing. Tension. Hate. Or something much deeper. Something more soft, more caring. Something like love.

Warnings — Minors DNI, kind of enemies to lovers, kind of friends with benefits, fuck buddies with feelings, tiny thunderbolts spoilers [only mentioned the team], lot of teasing, rough!John turning soft, smut [unprotected p in v, rough sex, name calling, oral (male!rec), deep throating, ball worship, spanking, teasing, degradation, edging, anal play, fingering, creampie], aftercare, fluff, love confession

Wordcount — 4.918 Words

Authors Note — John Walker? How did this happen? Actually, I don’t know. @daydreamgoddess14 reblogged the fics. And somehow, I ended up being interested. Still a bit of a hate/like thing, so here some roughness with fluff. Entry for @ramp-it-up’s 5k praise challenge. [“You're doing so well, sweetheart. Let go. I've got you.”]. Divider made by me. Beta’d by @thevillainswhore my love!❤️❤️

Meetings. More meetings. And so much boredom.

Only to talk about the mission reports of the last mission. Or get through the plans, yet once again, for the next mission.

You know the mission. You know the location. You know the plan.

And yet, you’re listening to another lecture of Ava, or Alexei. You're not sure, they both argue back and forth about the locations.

You slide back in the chair, running your hands over your face. Leaning your head back, you stare at the ceiling. You connect the dots in the white boards above you, grinning when one of them looks like your worst enemy’s face.

Your thoughts are interrupted by Bucky’s loud groan. He's pouting at a paper before Ava snatches it out of his hand and wiggles it in front of Alexei’s face.

Such a chaotic team, but it’s your team. Mostly lovely, mostly weird, but always special in their own way.

Your eyes scan over the three before they settle on Yelena and Bob. A paper, probably one Ava and Bucky are looking for later, has now countless smiling faces and little figures on it.

You should start putting empty sheets on the desk so Yelena can draw without ruining mission reports.

Bob smirks as he points at a smiley and whispers something to Yelena. You grin as he draws a small blush into the face of the figure on the paper.

Then your eyes roam further toward the guy sitting opposite you. Your worst enemy, who has this shit eating, wide grin plastered all over his face.

That shit eating, annoying fucking grin.

Sometimes you would like to punch it off his face. Just to see his widened blue eyes when you catch him off guard. And to feel the satisfication when his punch lands in his face to wipe away the annoying grin.

John leans relaxed back in his chair, watching you intensely like you’re the only two people in the room.

Dick. Bastard. Idiot—

Your phone buzzes and you narrow your eyes. All your friends — and John — are in this room, who else would message you?

While the blond haired keeps his eyes on you, you look down at your phone, groaning in frustration when his name appears on your screen.

His name. And a message.

Such a basta—

Another message.

Your face shoots up, glaring at the agent with narrowed eyes. And he grins. Just like he always does.

Pathetic. Disgusting. And so fucking annoying.

He knows what he’s doing. You know it too.

You can feel the anger in your bones. The tightness in your muscles. Because he knows so damn well how to rile you up.

But not with you. Not. With. You.

Your face drops to your phone again and you swipe to open the message he sent you.

John: I don’t know one thing I like about you.

John: Thought about it. Spent the last half an hour thinking about anything I might like about you. Found nothing.

You growl, quietly so no one can hear it. Your jaw clenches slightly as you grit your teeth.

And ohhh, he has so much fun. Leaning further back he spreads his legs and looks down to type another message.

John: Guess you're just not like-able enough for me.

The audacity. He's such a huge dick. Unfortunately, he has a dick just as big as his ego.

And sometimes, it excuses his behavior toward you. But most of the time, it's just hate and riling up one another.

Then a grin forces its way on your face, curling your lips upward.

He thinks he’s able to get under your skin. But you can be just as annoying like him.

You: Tell me more.

John groans, frustrated. This wasn’t exactly his plan. But he wouldn't let you know that he isn’t sure how to handle the situation.

John: This isn’t sexting.

You: Oh, I know. It’s even better than sexting.

You: Though, I thought you liked when I screamed your name when I came all over your cock. Cumming hard inside of me to my moans, because you hate them so much, good to know.”

You grin. You got him.

The room is quiet by now, everyone staring at you and John, watching your interaction.

While you feel satisfied with yourself, John tries to come up with another thing to say to make you go crazy.

But he won’t find anything. Because you're ready to defend yourself from every attack from him.

Only when Yelena clears her throat does your head snap toward the team. They are all looking with narrowed eyes or raised eyebrows at you.

“What’s going on between the two of you? Need to breath some fresh air or is that tension between you supposed to ignite a flame?” Yelena asks with frown.

Tension? Flame? Definitely not what you would call that.

It sounds way too much like hot tension instead of maddening tension.

“Yeah, John, do you need some fresh air?” You grin, leaning over to rest your arms on the table and get closer to him.

Johns expression changes from surprised to angry. Rolling his blue eyes, he pushes the chair back with such force it falls backward and lands on the ground with a loud thud.

His eyes are locked with yours, daring you to move your ass as well. To follow him outside.

“Yeah, maybe I need some fresh air,” he growls before he turns away and walks out of the room.

You grin, leaning back. You won that one. Once again.

The team gets back to talking about the reports and you keep replaying John’s angry gaze in your mind. He’s kinda hot when he looks all mad.

The furrow of his brows, the pursing of his lips. And then the way he clenched and unclenched his hands and jaw. Almost delicious, if he wasn't such a dick.

John: Thinking you won?

John: Silly little girl. Try again.

You growl, getting up as well before rushing out of the room. You ignore the others’ confused gazes, whatever’sgoing on between you and John they don't really get it.

It’s like a hate-love relationship. With more hate than love. And more teasing than anything else.

You slam the door shut, looking through the floors to find the blond haired man.

Now he did it. He got under your skin. Riled you up. And you let him.

Oh, damn. Yes, you let him. Because that’s when the fun begins.

Before you get far through the floor, you notice the idiot leaning against the wall. His arms crossed in front of his chest as he tilts his head to look at you.

“Oh, found me!” He laughs as you stalk over to him with a frown.

“You’re not as invisible as you wish once I kick your balls,” you mutter as you stop a few feet away from him.

John laughs. Like it's amazing what you say.

You're threatening him and he's acting like you told him a joke.

“Can you even reach them with your tiny, baby legs?” John mocks you.

Something inside of you snaps. Anger. Anger from so much teasing bubbles over.

You lift your leg, about to kick his balls. Just before the tip of your foot hits him, his hand snaps toward your leg. Fingers wrapping tightly around your ankle and holding it in place.

You growl, wiggling and pulling to get out of his grip. But he’s stronger. So much stronger, fingers digging into your flesh.

“Think you’re a smart girl?” He asks, his eyes darken and his smirks vanishes for a moment.

Is he about to give up and stop teasing you? Did you get too close to him, and now he’s all scared of a woman?

You’re about to grin when his hand lets go of your leg, but wraps around your neck instead. He does that with such force, your breath hitches as he’s pushing you back. Your back hitting the wall with a thud, pain shooting through you.

A sound between a moan and a whine slips past your lips. Join’s body warm and strong against yours.

He’s so tall. So muscular. And he smells amazing.

Sweet. Musk. Just so good, you might just give in and lean into him.

His fingers tighten around your neck, probably leaving marks where he digs his fingers into your skin.

“Brat,” he growls, smashing his lips against yours.

The kiss is rough. It's almost hurtful but it's what you both need.

Roughness to get relief for all the tension.

His tongue swipes over your bottom lip, demanding access. He doesn’t ask. Not when he has you pinned against the wall. When he has you at his mercy.

Your lips part slightly, but the grin that tugs at your lips makes him pause.

“You little whore, bite me and I will fuck your ass raw,” he growls against you before he pushes his tongue between your lips.

It’s tempting. Too tempting.

And it’s not like you’ve never had anal sex with him, but you’ve never had it bare without preparation. And he's a man of his words.

John doesn’t just threaten you. He will do it. And you know he will split your ass open.

“Not so brave anymore, brat?” He chuckles as he pulls back again.

Your eyes are widened, your lips swollen from the kiss while you look at him with a mixture of want and stubbornness. You won’t let him break you that easily, he can threaten you all he wants, but you will wiggle your way through to rile him up until he breaks.

“Maybe you should put me over your knee and spank me, Daddy,” You whisper, using the nickname just to annoy him. Because it makes it so hard for him not to do it.

It would be so easy to bend you over his lap, pushing your pants down to spank your ass sore. In front of everyone’s eyes. Naked. Vulnerable until you beg him to stop and apologize.

But he doesn't. It’s tempting. But having you in his bed, whinging because his cock is too thick for your cunt, is even better for him. Forcing every inch into you, slowly to let you feel every little bit of his cock.

He feels his cock harden in his pants, almost bursting the fabric.

John just wants to bury his dick in your warmth, fuck the anger out of both of you, just like he always does.

But for now, he’s planning to rile you up some more.

“That’s what you like, filthy whore? You're such a fucking slut,” he growls, his fingers around your neck tightening.

“And you fucking love it, bastard,” you growl back and wrap your hands around his arm that’s still holding your neck.

“I do, whore.”

With that he lets go of your neck and grips your hips instead, lifting you up. Your arms and legs wrap around his body immediately, rubbing against him to gain some friction between your legs.

“Fuck you’re—” he slaps your ass harsh, shutting you up before you can tell him how hard he is.

John’s cock is pressing against you, with every step he takes, his dick shifts between your legs. A moan leaves your lips as you kiss him, hard. Rough.

Theres no softness. Not after all the teasing. Not after all the madness you cause one another.

“I hate you,” you mutter when John opens the door to his bedroom. With his foot, he kicks it shut behind you.

You hate him. You love him. And you just want to feel him.

“You sure fucking do,” he groans against your lips. “Do you think I care? I don’t when you scream my name like the slut you are. Spreading your legs for someone you hate so much, huh?”

John walks over to his bed, throwing you down on it. You’re bouncing on the bed when he unbuckles his belt, pushing his pants down and stepping out of them.

With a shit eating grin he grasps your ankles and pulls you to the edge of the bed. You slip off it, kneeling down in front of him while you look at him with doe eyes.

“Don’t act all cute, slut,” he huffs, freeing his cock from his boxer briefs.

You're swallowing down the moan that threatens to bubble up your throat. His cock looks delicious, thick and veiny. The tip is leaking pre-cum and you’re leaning closer to kiss away the drop of his arousal.

John wraps his hand around your hair, pulling your head back until you look up at him. With a smirk plastered on his face, he forces your mouth open with his free hand to spit into your mouth.

“Hold it,” he growls, grasping his cock and slapping it against your cheek, then he brings it to your lips and pushes the tip in between them. “Now swallow.”

And you do, swallowing around his tip. John grunts, rutting his hips to push more of his length into your mouth.

A dangerous glint is visible in his blue eyes. You know what it means. He always has that glisten in his eyes before he’s making you gag and choke on his cock.

He keeps sliding deeper until he reaches the back of your throat. Your eyes widen, you knew it, and yet you didn’t relax enough.

Gagging around his thick girth, he chuckles low in his chest.

Johns hand is still tightly wrapped in your hair, pulling you closer until your nose is pressed against his belly, his balls flush against your chin and his cock in your throat.

“Fuck, look at you. Swallowing cock like your made for it,” he groans, keeping you in place for a moment.

Your fingers reach up, digging into his thick thighs. The oxygen leaves your lungs slowly, leaving you breathless.

“You know the rules. Mine to play. Too much and you tap my thigh twice. If you don’t, I will choke you like the whore you are for me,” John mutters.

For the first time since the meeting, his voice holds a hint of softness and concern. He doesn't want to push you beyond your limits, just to your limit.

You nod as best as you can, swallowing around his cock. John pulls back slightly, allowing you to breathe for a moment.

You’re panting, lungs burning, but you’re already leaning closer to have more of his cock down your throat. His cock twitches slightly when you run your tongue over the tip.

Then he pushes you back on his cock. His eyes focus on you as he drags his shaft over your tongue.

He loves that view. You on your knees for him, almost drooling over his cock. He loves to feel your throat constricting around his length.

“Breath through your nose, baby,” he mutters, his voice soft for a moment before his demour changes back to the roughness.

He keeps you on his cock, only letting go when he feels your nails digging painfully into his thigh.

“Don’t ya want to give my balls some attention too?” He chuckles, pulling his cock out of your mouth. “C’mon, I know you love sucking some balls.”

You moan, kissing along his shaft. Your hand wrapping around his dick, you lift it enough to reach his balls, taking them between your lips and suckling softly.

John groans, grinning down at you. You’re stroking his cock in the same rhythm you suck his balls. Slow. Steady. But so intense.

Keeping the motions and the pace for a while, you keep holding John’s expression. It’s not as angry anymore, more soft. And somehow it bothers you.

You’re not up for some love making at the moment. You need it hard. And you know how to get him to do it rough.

Your arousal is soaking your panties, your thighs pressing together in need.

With your teeth, you graze along his balls, making him hiss when you’re too close to biting him. He pulls you away from his cock, his expression hardening as he glares down.

“You fucking whore. Biting my balls? You need it rough but you can’t ask for it, can you slut?”

Shit. He looks right through you. And yet, he does exactly what you wanted him to do.

John pulls you further back, his hand sliding from your hair to your neck before he pulls you up. With a tilt of his head, he leans closer to your ear.

“Get undressed,” he commands, pulling back to get rid of the rest of his clothes too. His eyes never leave you, not when you're kneeling with widened eyes and not when you get up to do as you’re told.

A pleased smile tugs at his lips. You’re gorgeous. But he’s still mad. And he won’t halt unless the safe word slips past your lips.

He will ruin you. Fucking ruin you, until you’re a begging and whining mess underneath him. And he will enjoy every second of it, watching you take his cock. Watching you writhe in pleasure—

“You gotta stare all night, perv?” You grumble with a chuckle.

John groans, shaking his head as he takes a step toward you.

You want to play games? He will play with you.

His hand wraps around your neck, turning you with such force that you fall forward the moment you’re close to the bed.

Your arms give up and you’re leaning with your upper body on the bed, while your ass is on perfect display for the blond haired man.

“What did you just call me?” He growls, spanking you hard.

A moan slips past your lips, your head pressed into the mattress as his hand comes down on your ass once more.

“C’mon, tell me. Running your mouth and now the cats got your tongue?” He laughs behind you, his calloused hands running up and down your back. “You’re stunning.”

“And you’re lazy, grandpa,” you smirk, wiggling your ass. It only earns you another spank, but at least it's worth it.

John mutters something under his breath, spreading your ass cheeks and running his thumb over your puckered hole.

You shiver, jerking forward when he adds some pressure. A low chuckle rumbles through his chest, he would have so much fun fucking your ass raw, but he doesn’t.

Not when you’re pussy is on full display, wet and dripping for him.

“You’re such a whore, dripping down your legs,” he mumbles, thrusting two of his fingers into your cunt.

You moan, arching your back to push against his touch. His calloused fingers thrust as deep as they can go into you. With a curl of them, he immediately hits your spongy spot.

“Fuck!” You whimper, trying to fuck yourself on his fingers when he stops his movements.

Idiot. Fucking idiot.

He knows how to keep you on the edge. To please you. And yet, he keeps teasing and edging you.

Before you can protest about the lack of penetration, his fingers are pulled out of you. A whine works its way up your throat.

John has you exactly where he wants you. On edge. At his mercy. Needy. Whining. And so desperate for him, for his cock.

“Say please,” he says, wrapping his hand around his shaft as he strokes himself a few times.

John’s free hand is on your back, keeping you down and pressed into the mattress.

“Fuck yo— FUCK!” You moan when he thrusts into you without warning or hesitation. His balls slapping against your clit when he bottoms out immediately.

“Shouldn’t run your mouth like that if you don’t want to be fucking destroyed,” he mutters, pulling his cock out of your cunt before pushing back in with even more force. “That’s it, take my dick like the slut you are.”

You grin, fingers digging into the sheets as he keeps fucking you roughly. Luckily for you, not rough enough to vanish the attitude.

You purposefully clench around his cock, making him groan. His hips stutter mid movement before he builds up his pace again.

“Anyone could take your tiny cock, idiot,” you mutter, knowing full well that his cock is above average.

But the tiny bit of control you have about him while he pounds into you needs to be used.

“Even my ex had bigger fingers than your coc—”

Another spank before his hand moves around you. Running his fingers through your folds and pinching your clit harshly.

John laughs when your hips buck forward. He knows you’re pussy is stretched out a lot around his cock already. But you want to see how much he can fit into your hole? He will show you.

“Yeah? His fingers were bigger,” he grunts, slowing his thrusts. “Then there won't be a problem if I stuff your pussy with my cock and my fingers.”

You shake your head. Definitely not a problem!

John’s free hand moves to your waist, gripping it harshly as he pushes a finger into you, next to his cock.

His cock can be a struggle if you aren’t warmed up. But with his fingers, it feels like it's burning already.

You moan, trying to move away from him, only to be pulled back harshly. His balls slap against your clit once more, making you whine.

It’s overwhelming. The stretch. The sensation. The soft burn. And the pleasure.

“Gonna take another, whore?” He mutters, leaning over you to place a kiss between your shoulder blades as his hip movements stop.

Your face is pressed into the mattress, unable to speak so you just nod your head.

It’s so good. Too good. And yet, almost too much.

John adds another finger, feeling you clench even more around him. “You need to relax, or i’m gonna hurt you.”

You growl, he shouldn’t he so soft. He should pound into you and ruin you.

But at the same time, your heart flutters at his concern. It’s always the edge of softness, even when he’s practically ruining you with his cock.

“With your tiny—” You get interrupted when he pulls back to thrust into you.

Idiot. Shutting you up like that, such a dick move.

“Yeah, is it? Your pussy feels like i’m ripping it apart, sure you can take another finger?” John teases, knowing you could take another one. But not without struggles and a lot of lube.

You whimper, nodding your head. But instead of adding another finger, he pulls them out and brings them to your puckered hole instead.

“Maybe I should punish you instead,” he huffs, circling the ring of muscle while his pace picks up again.

The sound of skin slapping against skin and both of your moans fills the room. Sweat forming on your skin, your body shaking as he adds some pressure until his digit slides into your tighter hole.

“Oh! JOHN, please, fuck…” you whine, unsure if you want him to continue or stop.

It burns. But it burns in such a wonderful way.

He keeps his index finger inside of you, pumping it back and forth in the same rhythm he fucks you cunt.

The coil in your stomach tightens with every of his strokes. He’s hitting all the right parts, making you see stars.

You're babbling, fingers clenched into the sheets while he uses you like a toy for his pleasure. Another finger prods at your puckered hole, slipping in next to the other.

“You better not cum without permission, brat,” John mutters, having you stupid for his cock.

You're shivering, legs shaking as your orgasm approaches. You want to say anything, want his permission to come but the only thing that leaves your lips are whines and moans.

“Oh, such a dumb little thing, can’t even ask to come anymore?” He mocks you, but there is no bite, no sharpness in his tone anymore. “Shhh, come on, baby, tell me what you need.”

You whimper, clinging tighter to the sheets while your pussy is clenching around him, almost causing him to stumble over the edge.

John pulls out, his fingers, then his cock, leaving you empty and your hole gaping for him. Another pitiful and almost pathetic whine makes its way up your throat.

“I know. You're being so good, baby, c’mon, turn around for me,” he says softly, his fingers gripping you by your hips to help you turn around. John helps you move further onto the bed before he crawls onto it between your legs. “Spread them for me, can you do that, precious?”

You nod, looking at him with a fucked out expression. He smiles softly and guides his cock back to your entrance, slowly pushing into you.

Your fingers reach out, trying to tangle in his hair, but you end up hugging his neck.

You feel like you’re flying. And yet, so out of your mind.

John strokes a few strands of your hair out of your face and tucks them behind your ear, smiling softly at you.

He’s thrusting back into you, slow and soft until he bottoms out again. He knows he could come just like that, but he needs you to come for him first, or at least with him.

“Come on, come for me, baby,” he mutters, rutting his hips enough to cause friction, but not enough to move his hips away from yours too much. “You're doing so good, such a good girl.”

His heavy body is trapped above yours, holding you down and offering you grounding. You nod, eyes locking with his, then they move down to his soft lips.

You want to feel them. You need to feel them to reach your orgasm.

It's almost like he can read you like an open book. John leans down, his lips pressing a chaste kiss to the tip of your nose before he seals your lips with his.

He’s so soft. Such a diffrence to the earlier roughness.

John's tongue moves softly against yours, seeking entrance and you allow him.

After a moment he pulls back again. His cock twitching and he’s close to the edge himself, noticing your dazed look.

A soft smile forms on your lips as he leans his forehead against yours. “Come?”

“Yes, precious. You're doing so well. Let go, I’ve got you,” he mutters before he speeds his thrusts up. Only a bit. Only enough for him to hit your sweet spot a few more times.

You nod, squeezing him hard when your back arches and the coil in your stomach snaps. Panting and moaning underneath him, you dig your nails tightly into his neck.

“P-please, p-please,” you whimper, rocking against him.

It’s all John needs for him to stumble over the edge, his cum shooting into you, painting your walls with his seed.

John’s movements falter though. He’s fucking you through your orgasm until he stills, his cock still deep inside of you, his body pressed against yours as you hold onto him.

“Still hate you,” you grumble, still somewhere between fucked out and clear in your mind.

John laughs, not mocking or anything. He laughs, wholeheartedly and sweet.

His eyes crinkle slightly and with his sweaty blond hair sticking to his forehead and pink cheeks, he looks so soft. So familiar. So like home.

Like the home you didn't know you're looking for in a person. Especially not in John. But there he is, pushing and edging you in every way he can. Just to be pulled toward you in the most beautiful way.

“I know you don't, actually you love me,” he mumbles, kissing your forehead softly. He still doens’t move off of you, knowing you need the closeness, the weight to calm down.

“I might do,” you giggle, closing your eyes. You take a deep breath, taking in his musky scent.

It’s warm. Surrounding you like a warm blanket on cold days.

“I know you do, you know why?”

You shake your head. You might know. But you're not sure and somehow, you wanna hear it from him.

“Because that thing between you and me, it’s more than just hate sex. It’s more than fucking,” he mumbles, his fingers running up and down your sides.

His touch is soft enough to feel good, but not enough to tickle.

“And because I like you. Actually, I more than just like you. I love you, brat,” he whispers against your lips.

“I love you too, idiot,” you mumble, leaning up to kiss him softly again. His lips are warm, tasting so sweet that it makes you want to keep kissing him until you’re both breathless.

Or you will just keep him tightly against you in bed for a lot of kisses and soft touches. John’s blue eyes are locked with yours as he chuckles softly, ready to keep teasing you. Even if it’s kissing you all over your face. Except your mouth.

“Don’t you dare, I will turn us both and kiss you until i’m satisfied,” you threaten with a giggle, your fingers digging into his neck to pull him closer to you.

And he budges, your faces only inches away from one another’s.

“Let's find out if you manage to turn us both,” he laughs, closing the distance between your lips.

He’s right. There is more. So much more. You haven’t said it out loud before he just did. But you both knew, there was always something deep behind the facade of hate and madness. Love. Deep and true, and so damn beautiful.

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Banana Pancakes

Pairing: Bob Reynolds x female reader

Summary: When the Thunderbolts* left the Tower for a mission, they apparently forgot about you and Bob. A massive storm is raging over the city, so you two are trapped inside. For the first time you can enjoy some alone time and the feelings are getting up to the surface ...

Words: 2k

Warnings: fluff overload. Bob and reader having a HUGE crush on each other. kissing. touching. slightly naughty thoughts (nothing too much). dancing.

Author's Note: I was inspired by this song :) if you want to listen to it:

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You stumbled out of your bedroom. There was a disturbing silence in the hallway. 

Normally the voices of Yelena and Alexei would be echoing through the whole floor of the Thunderbolts Tower by this time of the day. They would be bickering about a minor inconvenience and John would try to get as far away as possible from that, but not without loudly dropping snarly comments. Ava would sing a song she made up, just to annoy John even more, because usually the songs are full of insults about him and his big ego. 

And Bucky … well you wouldn’t hear him because he always kept his mouth shut and watching the chaos unfold right before him. With an disapproving look on his face and a mug full of hot coffee in his hand (wich was probably already his third cup). 

But today … the tower seemed abandoned. Except for a dull rattling that came from the living room. And a mumbling voice. 

As you walked around the corner, armes crossed to keep the cardigan in place, you found the source of both noises. 

The voice was the weatherman on the tv, who was showing something on his chaotic weather-map behind him. 

The rattling was a thunderstorm outside of the windows, throwing heavy raindrops on the glass. New York vanished in a dark grey cloud and even the lights got blurred by the raindrops running down the floor-to-ceiling windows. 

„I guess they forgot both of us.“ 

The voice came out of nowhere and scared the shit out of you. A high-pitched scream came out of your throat, but you instantly slap one hand over your mouth. 

It was Bob. 

He was standing there in his pajamas - a dark sweatpants and an oversized shirt with a smoking turtle on it - and messed up hair. He just got up and still looked half asleep. 

„Geez, Bob! Don’t scare me like that.“ 

Bob apologized with raised hands. He didn’t meant to. But … when he saw you, walking in the room with this adorable, smooth movements… he didn’t seem to remember how to start a conversation properly. He wrenched his hands, trying to act all collected when in reality his heart made funny things. 

„M-sorry“, he mumbled. „Uhm - the others … they are on a mission. Out of the town. They left uhm - they left a note.“ Bob listened to the words coming out of his mouth and wanted to punch himself in the gut. Why does he sound like a damn toddler whenever you were around? 

You nodded. „Alright. Well, seems like we have the whole floor to us for the day. Ain’t no way they’re coming back while this disaster is still going on.“ You pointed at the storm outside with a side eye. 

„Yeah. Looks like the final judgement out there.“ Bob stepped closer to the windows - closer to you - and watched the clouds drive by. 

„So.“ 

He turned his head to look down at you. „So?“ 

You shrug. „So what are we gonna do?“ 

Bob looked around the apartment. There was not much to do here besides a gym downstairs and a technical headquarters, that would’ve made the secret service jealous. 

„I dunno“, he put his hands in the pockets of his sweatpants. 

You turned to face him. „I have an idea!“ 

Bob mirrored your smile without knowing what you were thinking about. It was always like that with you. He couldn’t really control his body reacting to you.

When you pass by, he followed you with his eyes only. If something made you laugh so freely, he wanted to be that something. He wanted to be the one who made you laugh. And in moments like this, when your eyes light up in excitement, he felt like sunshine was filling the room. Fully consuming him, until all the bad thoughts and mean voices shut up. 

You gave him everything he need without even knowing it. 

So when you told him about your idea, he was totally into it. First you got into the shower - separated of course - but Bob couldn’t keep his mind from slipping to the though of you being right next door, in your quarters … naked. He felt his cheeks getting all flushed and turned the water ice cold. 

After you two got freshen up, it was time to make some breakfast. But the kitchen of a chaotic superhero family is not quite the most organized place to be. Or even stocked. 

„How can it be, that we live in a freakin’ tower with luxury nonsense things, but don’t have anything to eat“, you wondered loudly while Bob scanned the fridge for something usable. 

„No idea“, he chuckled. „But we have everything to make at least two pancakes!“ With a victorious smile he turned around and showed you the ingredients. You were smiling brightly, standing closer than he had expected. 

„I found bananas.“ You wiggling the fruit in front of his face and he almost dropped the eggs. Never had he been so close up to you. Bob noticed every detail of your face. The soft skin right under your cheekbones, slightly turning pink. Your hair still a little wet from the shower. Bob forgot how to breathe for a moment. 

And you? You stared into his widened puppy dog eyes, looking down at you. He licked his lips. The dark curls falling into his eyes, when his head dips a little more into your direction. He didn’t even noticed it, but his body took over and clearly wanted to be closer to you. 

A thunder rumbled outside. Bob blinked a few times, clearing his throat and quickly recovering from the sizzling tension in the air. 

You crooked a little smile. „Let’s make the best banana pancakes on this planet!“ 

Said and done. While Bob was preparing the kitchen, you stepped over to the music system. You chose a playlist full of your favorite songs for a rainy sundaymorning and walked back to Bob. Your body moved with the rhythm and it was hard for Bob to not stare again. It was almost hypnotizing for him. He wanted to rest his hands on your hips and experience the feeling of you … 

„Okay all set. Let’s make some breakfast!“ 

The pancakes turned out deliciously. And you could even get more than two out of the rare ingredients. Bob and you got comfortable to each lean at a pillar between the windows, leaving you sitting at the opposite from one another and almost touching by the knees. 

„They are really good“, you said with a full mouth and Bob had trouble to take a bite without smiling like an idiot. „I never knew you can cook.“ 

„Well, I wouldn’t count that as cooking. But thanks.“ Yeah the butterflies in his stomach are freaking out right now. 

You look at him, really look at him while he was distracted by his banana pancake. He looked so effortlessly handsome it was almost unfair. The way his brought shoulders are moving under his hoodie made your imagination doing funny things.

Your fingers twitched, in a unspoken wish to see how they would feel. Bob looked outside the window, chewing on a bite and you couldn’t hold back a silly smile. He looked so peaceful, so young and just so beautiful. 

When he looked back at you, Bob caught you red handed staring at him. Oh, if you would’ve only known what this little fact doing to him. He risked to suffocate on that last bite. 

You shivered under his intense gaze. 

„Oh are you cold?“ He asked. 

You made an effort to stand up and Bob mirrored your movements. Suddenly the two of you got really close again, standing in front of one another within a few inches. Bob wanted to reach out so badly. He wanted to take your hand in his, just feel how soft your skin would feel on his. Because he knew full well, that he would practically drop dead at how good it would be. 

„Yeah …“, you collected your thoughts again. „I think I’ll get something to cover up.“ You wanted to turn around to leave, but Bob let his instincts get the upper hand. 

He reached out and held you back by accidentally grabbing your waist. The plan was to aim for your wrist. 

Holy shit! I’m touching her …. What am I doing? 

His thoughts raced and went in circles. He forgot why he wanted to hold her back, but when he saw goosebumps on her arms, he remembered quickly. And pulled his hands back. 

„You can have my hoodie. I’m hot anyway.“ He nodded with a nervous smile. 

You blinked twice, letting his words sink in. And a little giggle escaped your mouth. For a sweet moment Bob was confused about you reaction … then he realized what he just said. 

„I-I mean .. fuck… I meant I’m warm. Not hot. No, I’m not hot. But this..“ He pulled the dark hoodie over his head, messing up his curls even more. „This is really hot - warm - I meant warm!“ 

Bob handed it over to you with an apologizing look in his puppy dog eyes. You could see his cheeks getting all flushed and you heart skipped a beat. 

„Thank you, Bob“, you said with a sweet smile and took his hoodie. The material was soft and it’s shape covered your frame like a big blanked. The waistband reaching the middle of your thighs and the sleeves swelling your hands completely. 

Bob was certain he just had a stroke. You looked so adorable in his clothes! A deep - cave man like - feeling formed inside his chest, telling him to always protect you. 

„How do I look?“ You spread your arms out and smiled. 

„You look stunning. Beautiful.“ 

Now it was your turn for heated up cheeks. Every fiber of your being wanted to get closer to him. You already knew how his hoodie feel, now you wanted to get more of him. All of him, if possible. 

Your favorite song, that just sounded from the speakers, gave you an idea how to get what you desired. 

So you straighten your shoulders and mentally diving into unknown waters. „Bob, would you dance with me?“ 

Bobs eyebrows shot up, leaving an surprised expression on his handsome face. „Uhm… Mh-kay.“ 

You reached out for his hand. Bob took one step in your direction, resting his free hand on the small of your back, gently pulling you closer. You could feel the heat of his body sinking through the thick fabric of your clothes. His hand felt strong and steady while guiding your movements, but at the same time he was holding you so soft, so careful … the butterflies in your stomach turned into a wild tornado, full of colorful wings. 

„I’m glad the others forgot about us“, Bob confessed with a cheeky smile showing off his dimples. 

„Me too. Never had a better Sunday in my life. Being with you makes me really happy, Bob.“ 

He looked at you like you just told him he’d won the lottery. (And if you would ask him, he definitely did). „Can I, uhm can I try something?“ 

You nodded. 

Bob gently brushing a lost wisp of hair out of your face, cupping it with his large hand. He leaned down, slowly, so you could back out anytime. But you didn’t. Instead you got up on your tiptoes to meet his lips halfway, as they touched yours. 

The kiss was soft, gentle like a butterfly itself. His hand on your back holding you tight, while the other one went to slowly brushing the line under your jaw. Bob kissed you like he was incapable of ever stop again. 

You let one hand rest on his heart - feel it racing under your touch, while the other hand get a hold of his neck. 

When the kiss ended you were both a little out of breath. „You know …“ A smile appeared on your swollen lips. „I wasn’t even cold.“ 

First he was confused but then he understood that the goosebumps didn’t dame because of the temperature. He gave you a shy smile. 

„But“, you kissed him again. „I do think that your hot.“ 

The two of you danced for a while. Multiple songs have passed. Bob had swung you around, catching you again and holding you close to his heart. Laughter filled the empty loft while the music, mixed with the noises of the heavy rain outside, made you feel like being in a bubble. 

A bubble were only you and Bob exist. And banana pancakes. 

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Banana Pancakes

Pairing: Bob Reynolds x female reader

Summary: A massive storm is raging over the city, so you two are trapped inside. For the first time you can enjoy some alone time with Bob and the feelings are getting up to the surface ...

Words: 2k

Warnings: fluff overload. Bob and reader having a HUGE crush on each other. kissing. touching. slightly naughty thoughts (nothing too much). dancing.

Author's Note: I was inspired by this song :) if you want to listen to it:

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You stumbled out of your bedroom. There was a disturbing silence in the hallway. 

Normally the voices of Yelena and Alexei would be echoing through the whole floor of the Thunderbolts Tower by this time of the day. They would be bickering about a minor inconvenience and John would try to get as far away as possible from that, but not without loudly dropping snarly comments. Ava would sing a song she made up, just to annoy John even more, because usually the songs are full of insults about him and his big ego. 

And Bucky … well you wouldn’t hear him because he always kept his mouth shut and watching the chaos unfold right before him. With an disapproving look on his face and a mug full of hot coffee in his hand (wich was probably already his third cup). 

But today … the tower seemed abandoned. Except for a dull rattling that came from the living room. And a mumbling voice. 

As you walked around the corner, armes crossed to keep the cardigan in place, you found the source of both noises. 

The voice was the weatherman on the tv, who was showing something on his chaotic weather-map behind him. 

The rattling was a thunderstorm outside of the windows, throwing heavy raindrops on the glass. New York vanished in a dark grey cloud and even the lights got blurred by the raindrops running down the floor-to-ceiling windows. 

„I guess they forgot both of us.“ 

The voice came out of nowhere and scared the shit out of you. A high-pitched scream came out of your throat, but you instantly slap one hand over your mouth. 

It was Bob. 

He was standing there in his pajamas - a dark sweatpants and an oversized shirt with a smoking turtle on it - and messed up hair. He just got up and still looked half asleep. 

„Geez, Bob! Don’t scare me like that.“ 

Bob apologized with raised hands. He didn’t meant to. But … when he saw you, walking in the room with this adorable, smooth movements… he didn’t seem to remember how to start a conversation properly. He wrenched his hands, trying to act all collected when in reality his heart made funny things. 

„M-sorry“, he mumbled. „Uhm - the others … they are on a mission. Out of the town. They left uhm - they left a note.“ Bob listened to the words coming out of his mouth and wanted to punch himself in the gut. Why does he sound like a damn toddler whenever you were around? 

You nodded. „Alright. Well, seems like we have the whole floor to us for the day. Ain’t no way they’re coming back while this disaster is still going on.“ You pointed at the storm outside with a side eye. 

„Yeah. Looks like the final judgement out there.“ Bob stepped closer to the windows - closer to you - and watched the clouds drive by. 

„So.“ 

He turned his head to look down at you. „So?“ 

You shrug. „So what are we gonna do?“ 

Bob looked around the apartment. There was not much to do here besides a gym downstairs and a technical headquarters, that would’ve made the secret service jealous. 

„I dunno“, he put his hands in the pockets of his sweatpants. 

You turned to face him. „I have an idea!“ 

Bob mirrored your smile without knowing what you were thinking about. It was always like that with you. He couldn’t really control his body reacting to you.

When you pass by, he followed you with his eyes only. If something made you laugh so freely, he wanted to be that something. He wanted to be the one who made you laugh. And in moments like this, when your eyes light up in excitement, he felt like sunshine was filling the room. Fully consuming him, until all the bad thoughts and mean voices shut up. 

You gave him everything he need without even knowing it. 

So when you told him about your idea, he was totally into it. First you got into the shower - separated of course - but Bob couldn’t keep his mind from slipping to the though of you being right next door, in your quarters … naked. He felt his cheeks getting all flushed and turned the water ice cold. 

After you two got freshen up, it was time to make some breakfast. But the kitchen of a chaotic superhero family is not quite the most organized place to be. Or even stocked. 

„How can it be, that we live in a freakin’ tower with luxury nonsense things, but don’t have anything to eat“, you wondered loudly while Bob scanned the fridge for something usable. 

„No idea“, he chuckled. „But we have everything to make at least two pancakes!“ With a victorious smile he turned around and showed you the ingredients. You were smiling brightly, standing closer than he had expected. 

„I found bananas.“ You wiggling the fruit in front of his face and he almost dropped the eggs. Never had he been so close up to you. Bob noticed every detail of your face. The soft skin right under your cheekbones, slightly turning pink. Your hair still a little wet from the shower. Bob forgot how to breathe for a moment. 

And you? You stared into his widened puppy dog eyes, looking down at you. He licked his lips. The dark curls falling into his eyes, when his head dips a little more into your direction. He didn’t even noticed it, but his body took over and clearly wanted to be closer to you. 

A thunder rumbled outside. Bob blinked a few times, clearing his throat and quickly recovering from the sizzling tension in the air. 

You crooked a little smile. „Let’s make the best banana pancakes on this planet!“ 

Said and done. While Bob was preparing the kitchen, you stepped over to the music system. You chose a playlist full of your favorite songs for a rainy sundaymorning and walked back to Bob. Your body moved with the rhythm and it was hard for Bob to not stare again. It was almost hypnotizing for him. He wanted to rest his hands on your hips and experience the feeling of you … 

„Okay all set. Let’s make some breakfast!“ 

The pancakes turned out deliciously. And you could even get more than two out of the rare ingredients. Bob and you got comfortable to each lean at a pillar between the windows, leaving you sitting at the opposite from one another and almost touching by the knees. 

„They are really good“, you said with a full mouth and Bob had trouble to take a bite without smiling like an idiot. „I never knew you can cook.“ 

„Well, I wouldn’t count that as cooking. But thanks.“ Yeah the butterflies in his stomach are freaking out right now. 

You look at him, really look at him while he was distracted by his banana pancake. He looked so effortlessly handsome it was almost unfair. The way his brought shoulders are moving under his hoodie made your imagination doing funny things.

Your fingers twitched, in a unspoken wish to see how they would feel. Bob looked outside the window, chewing on a bite and you couldn’t hold back a silly smile. He looked so peaceful, so young and just so beautiful. 

When he looked back at you, Bob caught you red handed staring at him. Oh, if you would’ve only known what this little fact doing to him. He risked to suffocate on that last bite. 

You shivered under his intense gaze. 

„Oh are you cold?“ He asked. 

You made an effort to stand up and Bob mirrored your movements. Suddenly the two of you got really close again, standing in front of one another within a few inches. Bob wanted to reach out so badly. He wanted to take your hand in his, just feel how soft your skin would feel on his. Because he knew full well, that he would practically drop dead at how good it would be. 

„Yeah …“, you collected your thoughts again. „I think I’ll get something to cover up.“ You wanted to turn around to leave, but Bob let his instincts get the upper hand. 

He reached out and held you back by accidentally grabbing your waist. The plan was to aim for your wrist. 

Holy shit! I’m touching her …. What am I doing? 

His thoughts raced and went in circles. He forgot why he wanted to hold her back, but when he saw goosebumps on her arms, he remembered quickly. And pulled his hands back. 

„You can have my hoodie. I’m hot anyway.“ He nodded with a nervous smile. 

You blinked twice, letting his words sink in. And a little giggle escaped your mouth. For a sweet moment Bob was confused about you reaction … then he realized what he just said. 

„I-I mean .. fuck… I meant I’m warm. Not hot. No, I’m not hot. But this..“ He pulled the dark hoodie over his head, messing up his curls even more. „This is really hot - warm - I meant warm!“ 

Bob handed it over to you with an apologizing look in his puppy dog eyes. You could see his cheeks getting all flushed and you heart skipped a beat. 

„Thank you, Bob“, you said with a sweet smile and took his hoodie. The material was soft and it’s shape covered your frame like a big blanked. The waistband reaching the middle of your thighs and the sleeves swelling your hands completely. 

Bob was certain he just had a stroke. You looked so adorable in his clothes! A deep - cave man like - feeling formed inside his chest, telling him to always protect you. 

„How do I look?“ You spread your arms out and smiled. 

„You look stunning. Beautiful.“ 

Now it was your turn for heated up cheeks. Every fiber of your being wanted to get closer to him. You already knew how his hoodie feel, now you wanted to get more of him. All of him, if possible. 

Your favorite song, that just sounded from the speakers, gave you an idea how to get what you desired. 

So you straighten your shoulders and mentally diving into unknown waters. „Bob, would you dance with me?“ 

Bobs eyebrows shot up, leaving an surprised expression on his handsome face. „Uhm… Mh-kay.“ 

You reached out for his hand. Bob took one step in your direction, resting his free hand on the small of your back, gently pulling you closer. You could feel the heat of his body sinking through the thick fabric of your clothes. His hand felt strong and steady while guiding your movements, but at the same time he was holding you so soft, so careful … the butterflies in your stomach turned into a wild tornado, full of colorful wings. 

„I’m glad the others forgot about us“, Bob confessed with a cheeky smile showing off his dimples. 

„Me too. Never had a better Sunday in my life. Being with you makes me really happy, Bob.“ 

He looked at you like you just told him he’d won the lottery. (And if you would ask him, he definitely did). „Can I, uhm can I try something?“ 

You nodded. 

Bob gently brushing a lost wisp of hair out of your face, cupping it with his large hand. He leaned down, slowly, so you could back out anytime. But you didn’t. Instead you got up on your tiptoes to meet his lips halfway, as they touched yours. 

The kiss was soft, gentle like a butterfly itself. His hand on your back holding you tight, while the other one went to slowly brushing the line under your jaw. Bob kissed you like he was incapable of ever stop again. 

You let one hand rest on his heart - feel it racing under your touch, while the other hand get a hold of his neck. 

When the kiss ended you were both a little out of breath. „You know …“ A smile appeared on your swollen lips. „I wasn’t even cold.“ 

First he was confused but then he understood that the goosebumps didn’t dame because of the temperature. He gave you a shy smile. 

„But“, you kissed him again. „I do think that your hot.“ 

The two of you danced for a while. Multiple songs have passed. Bob had swung you around, catching you again and holding you close to his heart. Laughter filled the empty loft while the music, mixed with the noises of the heavy rain outside, made you feel like being in a bubble. 

A bubble were only you and Bob exist. And banana pancakes. 

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This doesn't define you

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x female reader

Summary: The cryo sleep left Buckys body damaged and sometimes he feels like freezing all of the sudden. When his girlfriend find him in the shower, trying to warm up again, he can't keep this a secret anymore.

Warnings: anxiety. hurt/comfort. mention of trauma. established relationship. couple kissing. tears.

Wordcount: 0.9k

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The left side of the bed was empty. 

As you reached out, to look for Bucky, you could only find his pillow. It took your brain a few seconds to realize the fact that your boyfriend wasn’t lying next to you. A nerve wrecking moment you felt terror painfully squeezing your chest, you sat up to search the dark bedroom for a sign of his tall frame. 

But there wasn’t any. 

There was only a narrow strip of light, coming from underneath the closed bathroom door. You could here the shower running and felt a little ease. It was the middle of the night, but it wasn’t unusual that he would get up at an hour like that, if he was called in to a mission. But then something dropped with a loud sound. And again. 

Your curiosity was aroused and you untangled your legs from the warm blanket, to walk over to the door. 

You knock slightly. „Bucky? Is everything alright?“ 

No answer. Just a groaning. It sounded tortured and you stepped inside. 

Your gaze flicked instantly to the running shower and there stood Bucky in a big, steamy cloud. His back was turned to you but you could see how his hands were wrapped around his torso, gripping into the back of his arms like he was hugging himself tightly. He wasn’t fully naked, he still had his boxers on, as if he jumped in the shower without thinking. 

„Hey. Bucky?“ You announced your appearance. 

He throws a look over his shoulder and the unspoken pain you saw in his blue, widened eyes, made you gasp. „I-I’m so-sorry, doll. D-Didn’t wan-t to wa-ke you.“ 

His words came haltingly and his voice sounded strained. He was shivering. His whole body was vibrating, although the water seemed to run hot over his skin. 

You didn’t hesitate any longer and stepped inside the glass shower with your nightgown still on. The hot water made your back bow, you wanted to squeak in shock but you forced your body to obey. 

„What’s wrong, Buck?“ You raised your voice a little, so he could hear you over the rushing water. 

For a moment he stayed still. The drops running over his face and dripped down from his dark lashes as he blinks slowly. His lips were blue. Slightly parted and also trembling. Bucky looked down to meet your gaze, still holding his torso. 

„I-I’m so cold. Had a … nightmare“, he spoke. „Hy-dra and cryo sleep. It was so cold.“ 

You softly laid your hands on his chest. The skin was already red from the hot water. His muscles were all tensed up beneath your touch, as you slowly reached up to cup his face with your palms.

His eyes squeezed shut, as if relived the pain and the torture all over again. You could feel his jaw clench and you knew it must’ve cost him everything he had not to break down entirely.

„I’m so sorry, Buck. You shouldn’t have to experience this all over again.“ Your thumb brushes over his cheek. „Can I hug you?“ 

„P-Please“, he stutters. 

A little clumsy you got up on your tiptoes, wrap your arms around his neck and pull him down. He leaned in almost desperately. Like he was a drowning man and you were the only air left. He was searching for the warmth of your skin, the warmth of your hug, that felt like a silent promise that everything will be alright. That he can rest now. There is no-one who wants to harm him. 

He was safe. 

Bucky holds you close. His strong arms felt like a safety blanket and for him it was the same. The way you planted soft kisses in the curve of his shoulder, behind his ear, on his cheek made him realize that the coldness was slowly vanishing. Gentle hands on the back of his head, in his hair. Massaging his back in slow circles to calm his racing heart down. 

„I’m sorry, love. You shouldn’t have to see me like this“, Bucky whispered against the soft spot right beneath your ear. 

You leaned back in his arms, to look him in the eyes without letting go. „Like what? What do you mean?“ 

„Like this…“ he rested his forehead against yours, swallowing hard. „Weak.“ 

„Bucky you are not weak. You’re talking nonsense“, you replied. „You are the strongest person I know.“ 

His eyes were underlined in a light red tint. Bucky was tearing up, but tried to fight against it. „In moments like this, I don’t feel very strong.“ 

You pressed your lips on his. Partly to reassure him and mostly to shut him up. „In moments like this I see your true strength, Bucky. Moments like this show me how much you’ve been trough and how much you have suffered in the past.“ You placed a hand directly over his heart. „And you are still here, still looking forward.“ 

Bucky blinked a few times, to make his tears go away. His jaw clenched again and the sad look in his eyes - so deep, so endless - began to soften. 

You wipe a few strains of his wet hair out of his eyes. „You are Bucky Barnes. You are the most loving, deep caring and thoughtful person I know. I can see the light in you, even in moments like this.“ 

You kiss him again, softly. „This doesn’t define you.“ 

He leans into the kiss. Braver this time. You could feel the muscles under his skin loosen up, regaining their confidence. For Bucky was this - holding the woman who owns his heart - the most intense feeling he ever experienced. It kicked the helplessness - the darkness - and even the feeling of being put back into cryo sleep, out of his mind. 

„Thank you, love“, he mumbled against your lips. 

„Anytime, Darling.“ 

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This doesn't define you

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x female reader

Summary: The cryo sleep left Buckys body damaged and sometimes he feels like freezing all of the sudden. When his girlfriend find him in the shower, trying to warm up again, he can't keep this a secret anymore.

Warnings: anxiety. hurt/comfort. mention of trauma. established relationship. couple kissing. tears.

Wordcount: 0.9k

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The left side of the bed was empty. 

As you reached out, to look for Bucky, you could only find his pillow. It took your brain a few seconds to realize the fact that your boyfriend wasn’t lying next to you. A nerve wrecking moment you felt terror painfully squeezing your chest, you sat up to search the dark bedroom for a sign of his tall frame. 

But there wasn’t any. 

There was only a narrow strip of light, coming from underneath the closed bathroom door. You could here the shower running and felt a little ease. It was the middle of the night, but it wasn’t unusual that he would get up at an hour like that, if he was called in to a mission. But then something dropped with a loud sound. And again. 

Your curiosity was aroused and you untangled your legs from the warm blanket, to walk over to the door. 

You knock slightly. „Bucky? Is everything alright?“ 

No answer. Just a groaning. It sounded tortured and you stepped inside. 

Your gaze flicked instantly to the running shower and there stood Bucky in a big, steamy cloud. His back was turned to you but you could see how his hands were wrapped around his torso, gripping into the back of his arms like he was hugging himself tightly. He wasn’t fully naked, he still had his boxers on, as if he jumped in the shower without thinking. 

„Hey. Bucky?“ You announced your appearance. 

He throws a look over his shoulder and the unspoken pain you saw in his blue, widened eyes, made you gasp. „I-I’m so-sorry, doll. D-Didn’t wan-t to wa-ke you.“ 

His words came haltingly and his voice sounded strained. He was shivering. His whole body was vibrating, although the water seemed to run hot over his skin. 

You didn’t hesitate any longer and stepped inside the glass shower with your nightgown still on. The hot water made your back bow, you wanted to squeak in shock but you forced your body to obey. 

„What’s wrong, Buck?“ You raised your voice a little, so he could hear you over the rushing water. 

For a moment he stayed still. The drops running over his face and dripped down from his dark lashes as he blinks slowly. His lips were blue. Slightly parted and also trembling. Bucky looked down to meet your gaze, still holding his torso. 

„I-I’m so cold. Had a … nightmare“, he spoke. „Hy-dra and cryo sleep. It was so cold.“ 

You softly laid your hands on his chest. The skin was already red from the hot water. His muscles were all tensed up beneath your touch, as you slowly reached up to cup his face with your palms.

His eyes squeezed shut, as if relived the pain and the torture all over again. You could feel his jaw clench and you knew it must’ve cost him everything he had not to break down entirely.

„I’m so sorry, Buck. You shouldn’t have to experience this all over again.“ Your thumb brushes over his cheek. „Can I hug you?“ 

„P-Please“, he stutters. 

A little clumsy you got up on your tiptoes, wrap your arms around his neck and pull him down. He leaned in almost desperately. Like he was a drowning man and you were the only air left. He was searching for the warmth of your skin, the warmth of your hug, that felt like a silent promise that everything will be alright. That he can rest now. There is no-one who wants to harm him. 

He was safe. 

Bucky holds you close. His strong arms felt like a safety blanket and for him it was the same. The way you planted soft kisses in the curve of his shoulder, behind his ear, on his cheek made him realize that the coldness was slowly vanishing. Gentle hands on the back of his head, in his hair. Massaging his back in slow circles to calm his racing heart down. 

„I’m sorry, love. You shouldn’t have to see me like this“, Bucky whispered against the soft spot right beneath your ear. 

You leaned back in his arms, to look him in the eyes without letting go. „Like what? What do you mean?“ 

„Like this…“ he rested his forehead against yours, swallowing hard. „Weak.“ 

„Bucky you are not weak. You’re talking nonsense“, you replied. „You are the strongest person I know.“ 

His eyes were underlined in a light red tint. Bucky was tearing up, but tried to fight against it. „In moments like this, I don’t feel very strong.“ 

You pressed your lips on his. Partly to reassure him and mostly to shut him up. „In moments like this I see your true strength, Bucky. Moments like this show me how much you’ve been trough and how much you have suffered in the past.“ You placed a hand directly over his heart. „And you are still here, still looking forward.“ 

Bucky blinked a few times, to make his tears go away. His jaw clenched again and the sad look in his eyes - so deep, so endless - began to soften. 

You wipe a few strains of his wet hair out of his eyes. „You are Bucky Barnes. You are the most loving, deep caring and thoughtful person I know. I can see the light in you, even in moments like this.“ 

You kiss him again, softly. „This doesn’t define you.“ 

He leans into the kiss. Braver this time. You could feel the muscles under his skin loosen up, regaining their confidence. For Bucky was this - holding the woman who owns his heart - the most intense feeling he ever experienced. It kicked the helplessness - the darkness - and even the feeling of being put back into cryo sleep, out of his mind. 

„Thank you, love“, he mumbled against your lips. 

„Anytime, Darling.“ 

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