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sonnetsoncanvas · 1 year

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Mess it up

Summary: Years ago he had let you go for your own good. But this time, he isn’t sure he can

Part of the Mess it up series

Pairing: brother’s best friend rock star Bucky x fem reader (Steve’s sister) (dual pov)

Warnings: modern AU, angst, second chance, eventual smut, brothers best friend trope, implied cheating, self-deprecation, happy ending?

Inspired by: Mess it up by Gracie Abrams

Notes: This is the first time a fic has made its way from my laptop to the internet. So please be kind and do leave your feedback. Happy reading!

Chapter 1: How could I think that all that I gave you was enough?

Bucky Pov:

Walking down the street, he heard a group of teenagers screaming his song on the top their lungs. A small smile tugged at his lips as he pulled his cap down over his silken brunette locks.

After all, if anyone recognized James Buchanan Barnes, the lead singer of the Avengers, in the middle of the farmers market…. Well that would be another headache to deal with.

A tabloid on the newsstand with his face plastered on it caught his eye. The headline, "who is the muse behind our heartbreak prince’s chartbusters. Is there a special someone in the Avengers heartthrob’s life?"

He scoffed, knowing all too well what would be written in the article. They would have papped him with yet another woman, and casted her as his girlfriend, or even fiancé.

It didn’t bother him anymore. These made up lies, these speculations, only helped in building the enigma around him, the quiet, reclusive rockstar who kept a tight leash on his personal life.

As long as they didn’t know the truth behind the inspiration for his songs, the reason why he wrote and sang songs so emotive, that they earned him the misnomer of the heartbreak prince. As long as everyone remained oblivious to his own heartache, he was unconcerned.

And oblivious they were. nobody knew. Not even his best buddy, his bandmate and flatmate, Steve. And Bucky couldn’t ever let him know too.

Because if Steven Grant Rogers ever knew that it was his childhood best friend who broke his precious little sister’s heart, he would leave the band and Bucky with it, 30 years of friendship be damned.

And so Bucky carried this secret in his heart for years, well hidden from the rest of the world, about his first and only love.

Because he could never even try to deny it. It was you, had always been you.

Even if he had to let you go, he could never bring himself to fill the void that you had left behind.

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He carried the shopping bags into the spacious penthouse that he shared with Steve, dropping them off at the kitchen counter. “Thank you for helping me carry these bags inside punk” he sassed at the blond mass of muscle glued to the television. “Especially considering the fact that your lazy ass nagged me into going to farmer’s market early in the morning. On a Sunday. To buy mangoes. ALONE.”

“well, A. if you don’t go early all the good produce is gone. My ma told me that. B. Farmer’s market is only there for Sunday. And C. I did not come cause I was injured.” Steve pointed to a small cut on his pinkie with a cheeky smile.

“bullshit! You once went for a concert with a dislocated shoulder. Do not give me that crap. And since when did you start eating mangoes?”

“they aren’t for me.”

“you’re telling me Nat gave up whatever stupid diet she’s on?” Bucky was referring to Steve’s on again off again girlfriend Natasha Romanoff, a supermodel, whom he’d been dating since college.

“like that’s gonna happen” he chuckled, “the mangoes are for Y/N”

Bucky froze in his tracks. It wasn’t like your name wasn’t mentioned around here. You were Steve’s sister after all , and he did keep sharing your latest achievements and tit bits from your life time and again. But that didn’t mean his heart didn’t skip a beat every time anything remotely related to you was mentioned.

“you got mangoes for Y/N ? are you planning to visit her in Boston ?” he asked

“Yeah, about that man, I told you that she graduated top of her class at Harvard, Right?”

“yeah” Bucky said, secretly proud of you. Your convocation was a few weeks ago, he didn’t attend for obvious reasons, but Steve did, and he heard everything he had to say about it.

“So of course lil peanut got a lot of offers but it all comes down to these two jobs, one in this firm at Manhattan and other one in San Francisco. So she’s coming here to interview and then stay here for a week, cause I literally begged her to. She’d already interviewed for the San Francisco one online, but between you and me, I'm tryna get her to stay here, its been too long………”

Steve kept on rambling, but somewhere in between Bucky’s brain stopped comprehending his words. All he could think was you.

You are coming.

To New York.

To stay.

Under the same roof as him.

He will see you.

After 4 years.

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He stayed in his room for the rest of the day. Reminiscing with his eyes closed. Of his life back in Brooklyn, of the happiest year of his life, of falling in love

Of the last time he saw you. tears marring your beautiful face. Pain and betrayal in your eyes. Your shoulders sagged with defeat.

“I can never stop loving you.” you’d said.

He opened his eyes with a long, suffering sigh. He has no idea how he’s going to survive seeing you again.

Because he couldn’t stop loving you either.

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geeky-politics-46 · 2 years

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NSFW Alpahabet

Bucky Barnes

Charector as depicted in my mini-series "Friends, Just Friends".

Includes both during & after the alternate Part 2 - “The Confession”.

As usual, ignore spelling & grammar errors. I will fix them as I find them.

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Smut/Explicit content - 18+ only!

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Bucky becomes the sweetest little puppy after sex. He is always happy to clean both of you up & get you anything you need. He wants to be sure you enjoyed it & that he wasn't too rough with you, that he didn't hurt you. He can get very vulnerable right after sex & you quickly discover that those are the times he needs the most praise. So you let him do things he feels like he needs to do for you, while you assure him that he is perfect & tell him how much you love him. His favorite praise to hear after sex is how happy he makes you, both in & out of the bedroom. Once you coax him back into the bed, once he is satisfied you are taken care of, you always snuggle close to him. You put your head on his chest & his vibranium arm around your shoulder, placing a few kisses on the line where his flesh meets the metal & a few more on his metal fingertips. Even though you know he thinks he should take care of you after sex, you are very aware it is really him who needs to be taken care of a little. It's because you never say anything, you never belittle him or rub it in his face, that he happily lets you do it. Mentally noting to himself that despite everything bad that has happened to him, it's that broken road that led him to you.

B = Body Part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Bucky is crazy about your hips. Specifically the spot right where your hips dipped back in right where your joint was. It was the spot that constantly kept you from wearing pencil skirts or tight dresses. You didn't like the way them fabric wouldn't lay flat & left a break in your otherwise nicely rounded hips. So instead of looking like you had these juicy round full hips, you thought it looked like you had two mini lumps of fat on the outside of each leg. The same reason you disliked that spot was the very reason he loved it. He fit there. His palm perfectly fit right into that dip. It made him feel like you were two pieces of a puzzle, meant to effortlessly fit together. When he would spiral into his own thoughts, into the memories of his past, when he thought he didn't deserve you that dip made him think that somewhere, someway, somehow he must have done something to deserve you. How could he fit so perfectly against your body if you weren't meant to be together? That was his sign he was made for you, & you for him.

You loved his lips. Specifically you loved how his emotions all seemed to show up there. When he was pouty or upset he would push his bottom lip out like a said puppy. When he was feeling ornery or flirty his lips would curl upward, usually on his right, into a lopsided Cheshire cat smirk. When he was excited, aggravated, or turned on he would lick or bite at his bottom lip inevitably leaving it a little flushed & slightly more full than usual. Last was an emotion that seemed to be just for you. The best you could describe it as was bliss or adoration. His jaw would slowly relax & his mouth would fall open a little bit like he had been rendered suddenly unable to speak. He also seemed to have the hardest time keeping his tongue in his mouth. It was always poking out or circling over his full lips. It makes it very hard to concentrate when you are very aware of what he can do with that tongue.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

He is over the moon with all the debauched things he can do you with his cum & how much you enjoy it. In the 40s the rare occasion a girl agreed to give a blowjob she was always adamant you not cum in her mouth & the idea of swallowing was something you only dreamed of. So now he loves cumming in your mouth & on your face. When you let him cum on your tits, then start to play by swirling his cum all over your breasts & tease your nipples with it he nearly cums again at the sight. His favorite is when you beg for him to cum inside you. Until you he had never cum in anyone without a condom, but with you, fucking you bareback & then filling you up he swears he is in heaven. Then he leans back & watch's his cum slowly leak from your pussy, still gaping from where his cock stretched out your hole. Sometimes he loves to fuck it back into you with his fingers, sometimes he smears it around so your pussy is covered in his sticky white spend. He loves the idea of breeding you too. Occasionally if you get frisky in public he'll put your panties back on & make you walk around knowing your pussy is dripping him all day & wondering if people can smell his cum on you.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

As jealous as Bucky can get, his biggest fantasy is throwing you on the table during a mission briefing or on the bar in the middle of one of Stark's parties, & having everyone watch him fuck you. He wants everyone to see the pleasure he pulls from you, hear you beg for his cock & for his cum. He wants them to want you but to know that they can't have you. That only he can have you. He wants to show off his perfect girl, both sides of you. How sweet & beautiful you are around everyone else, & the needy slutty little girl you are just for him.

You friendship with Stephen only adds fuel to the fire. He knows Strange wants you, that you guys had a thing, but Bucky wants to show him exactly what he can't have now. He wants to rail you face down ass up in front of Strange. His metal hand in your hair & your cheek pressed into the table turned to face the sorcerer, so you are looking at Stephen when you beg Bucky to fill you with his cum. Bucky's flesh hand shifting between smacking your ass & holding both your wrists to your low back. He wants Strange to watch him absolutely ruin you. He wants him to hear how wet your pretty little pussy is for him, & see how deliciously his fat cock stretches you with each thrust. Bucky relentlessly pounding into you as he asks you who your pussy belongs to. You're chanting his name as you fall apart in front of your friend & former lover. Cumming hard inside you as he growls "mine" through gritted teeth. Bucky only letting you up once he's filled your pussy so much you're dripping his cum for days. A reminder that your pussy is his.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

All the brainwashing kinda fucked him over there. He knows he's had sex, with a few different girls in the 40s, but he really doesn't remember an exact number or anything. He knows that pre-marital sex wasn't exactly encouraged then so by today's standards his number was probably towards the low end, but he wasn't a virgin. Since he got his mind back his experience was pretty much just his hand, the internet, & his imagination. Not because he didn't want to, but he was afraid if it was just some random chick he would end up losing control & hurting her or at the very least scaring her to death. He didn't want his first sexual experience in decades to end with him hating himself even more. When he met you & started getting closer you somehow managed to put those worries at ease, you soothed him without even trying. You made him feel like himself. He would never be the Bucky from the 40's again, he was a stranger now, but he was starting to like the Bucky he was now. God he wanted you so bad. So he tried to research & jog his memory about what to do & how to make you feel good. They say it's like riding a bike, that you never really forget. He knows that he knows what to do, but now that he has a virtual instruction manual he wants to learn how to work all the bells & whistles. Luckily he has you to learn with.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Bucky prefers positions where he can make eye contact with you, like missionary or cowgirl. He craves that human connection he has with you. He spent so long being afraid of or unallowed to look eye to eye with someone. At Hydra he would be punished if he looked his handlers in the eyes. As the Winter Soldier no one dared make eye contact, & if they did he could feel the icy shiver he sent down their spine. So now to see you look into his eyes with love & lust makes the moment even more special & makes him feel whole. That's not to say he doesn't enjoy taking you from behind too. Ultimately if you want to try a new position he is pretty much always game. He wants to give you the most pleasure he can possibly give. His personal favorite position though will always be him on top of you with you on your back & your legs jammed back by your head.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Somethings get started goofy but once everything gets going the humor tends to disappear. Bucky is still learning how to really express & deal with his emotions, so once it's just the two of you he focuses on the feelings of love & passion. That's not to say some wild sex hasn't started because Bucky chased you around the tower until he caught you & carried you to the bedroom.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

He's experimented a little since joining the modern world. He's tried bare, after noticing that seems to be the most popular in porn, & that was just too tedious. So he has settled on just trimmed. As far as your grooming is concerned he couldn't care less. While there was something oddly erotic about seeing you completely bare, everyone was natural in the 40's so seeing everything so on display made his head spin a little, but he has no problem with a bush. It was normal & it was your body. Frankly he's just happy to be there & will gladly love whatever you offer him.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

This varies depending on lots of things. Did he have a good day or a bad one? How long has it been since you last had sex? Has one of you been gone on a mission? Was one of you about to leave on a mission? Sex always had a little more intimacy than some of your other relationships because of Bucky's history. It took an amount of trust in each other that was missing from a lot of other relationships. So it wasn't rare that things leaned a bit more on the romantic side. He liked surprising you with the sweet & cheesy little things like candles lit everywhere & of course bringing you flowers. If one of you had been away things could definitely get wild & if he was having a really bad day he liked getting a little rough. Neither of which you minded, but you loved that you got to see the romantic teddy bear side of him.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

He didn't jerk off a lot before he started having feelings for you. It was like that part of his brain just hadn't quite rebooted yet. Sure he would get morning wood, but touching himself was more functionary than to feel good. Once he started fantasizing about you though he had a hard time keeping his hands off of himself. At first he felt kinda bad about it, even after the two of you started having sex. You were his girl, he shouldn't be objectifying you like that. It was different if you were having sex, this just felt like him using you for his own pleasure. Somehow this came up one night while you were in bed & it was weirdly endearing that he thought it wasn't right if it was just to get himself off & wasn't about you. This is how you discover you have a thing for watching Bucky jerk off. You love the idea that he thinks of you when he strokes himself. Talking him through each slide of his hand. Telling how turned on you are watching him play with his hard cock just for you. Soon you start playing with yourself too & mutual masturbation quickly becomes a regular part of your sex life. Which is a damn good thing since missions often take one of you away from the other & phone/video call sex is the only thing you can do sometimes. It wasn't as good as touching each other, but you both enjoyed watching your partner get off even if you couldn't be the one getting them off.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Bucky 100% has a creampie or breeding kink. It's less about the knocking you up part per say, although the thought of you pregnant does drive him nuts. You take such good care of him just as your boyfriend, he has no doubt you'll be an incredible wife & mother. He wants that to be with him & he wants it to be with his kids. The idea that drives him feral beyond all belief is that he gets to fuck you bareback & cum inside you. The first time you told him to fuck you raw & cum in you he swore his heart nearly stopped, he couldn't believe you had just said those words. He had never done that before. That was something that you didn't do in the 40's unless you & the Mrs. were ready to be in the family way. So the fact that he gets to cum in you & fill you up whenever he wants is one of his favorite things about the 21st century. Not just that but the fact that you seem to enjoy it so much, the fact that you really want him to cum inside you, fills his chest with a weird sense of pride. It says you love him so much you want that extra little bit of him. Then he gets to see his cum leak out of you & he swears he's never seen a more erotic sight. He would happily wear a condom if you asked him to, if you needed a break from the pill or for some reason didn't have another form of protection, but he does a little dance in his head everytime he gets to fuck you raw. He has never felt anything so good. He could die right there & be happy about it.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Bucky feels safest in his bedroom in his own bed. As he is relearning himself it's initially the only place he can really let his guard down. After a while he starts to feel the same way about your room & your bed too. He definitely wants to be more adventurous & you have discussed all the places he wants to have his way with you once he feels comfortable enough. There's lots of places around the tower & the Sanctum: the living room couch, the kitchen counter, the table in the meeting room, a dark hallway where anyone could walk by, even in the back of the quinjet. Then there are some public places where he wants to play even if he can't go all the way & fuck you there. He talks a lot about about taking you out to a fancy restaurant, maybe for your anniversary, & fingering you under the table. He wants you to give him head in an alley near the club when he is forced to go on one of the team outings. He wants to fuck you in the back seat of a car somewhere. He's got a whole list, it's just a matter of him getting comfortable enough to start working on that list.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

When you first start having sex a good stiff breeze could get Bucky going. He just can't believe he gets to do those things with & to you. He can't remember if sex was always this good or if it's just this incredible with you. He likes to think it's the second. He also loves when you do little things that make him forget he's different. Like when you snuggle into his left shoulder when you're sitting on the couch together. Or when you hold his hand & kiss him for no reason in public. One of the fastest ways to get him going is by running your fingers through & playing with his hair. He practically starts purring. He also has a soft spot for lingerie & when you dress up for him. Specifically lots of lace & sheer fabric, garter belts & stockings of course. Things that just like you are the perfect mix of sweet & naughty.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Anything involving real pain or evoking the idea or memory of torture. The last place he wants to have a flashback is in bed naked with you. While he might enjoy a little bit of tying up & sensory play, anything bordering on hardcore BDSM is a hard no for both safety & sanity reasons. That being said he will never get tired of how your ass jiggles when he spanks you. He also really wants you to blindfold him again, but that's about as out of control as he can be for now.

Also Alpine is not allowed to be in the room while you are having sex. It makes him nervous.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

I feel like it's fairly obvious with this man, but he spends so much time between your legs you're convinced he must be able to breath through his ears. He is genuinely obsessed with the vast array of noises he can pull from you with just his mouth & fingers. He could literally cum just by making you cum, & it is always his goal to make you cum so hard you think you got hit by the train he fell off of. Of course he would never say no to you sucking him off either, but he also knows guys have it a bit easier in the pleasure department so knowing he can get you to cum like that is a bit of extra pride for him. In the 40's oral sex wasn't something that was just a given, so the first time you started to give him a blow job for no reason he nearly had a stroke. That same night when you told him to cum in your mouth he literally thought he might drop over dead by the time you got done with him. He is also always game to 69 if you are both determined to go down on each other & neither of you want to wait your turn.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

It can go either way, but there really isn't much of an inbetween. Somedays he would pound you so hard the drywall behind his headboard would be cracked by the time you were done. Walking after those encounters was always an interesting experience & stairs became your mortal enemy. Lots of ass slapping & filthy noises taking over the room. His voice would get low & gravely as his cock was slamming into you over & over. For a guy from the 1940s Bucky had quite a mouth on him when he fucked you hard & fast. "Such a good little slut, letting me ruin this pretty little pussy. You look so good with your pussy all stretched tight & stuffed with my fat cock." & some variation of "whose pussy is this? Who does this needy little juicy pussy belong to? That's right babydoll, it's my pussy. My little fuck hole to pound & fill whenever I want. Tell me who owns this slutty pussy baby." Then there were times he either felt needy or just wanted to make it last as long as possible. Those times his thrusts were slow & deep, almost tortureously slow. He would stop every now & then once his cock bottomed out inside you & kiss you passionately until you were practically begging him to move again.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

He will take the quickie, but he wants an IOU for a nice long round later so it can really be done right once you are in a comfy, safe, private space. He wants to spend hours playing with your body like it's his personal toy. So a quickie will do, especially if he is really horny or you are out somewhere & he starts feeling possessive or jealous, but you can guarantee he is not done with you yet. Not by a long shot.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

With everything he has been through Bucky isn't the riskiest guy when it comes to sex. Before you got together he would flirt with people, that was just kind of his personality, but he definitely wasn't the type to go home with a stranger for a one night stand. He was still a man from the 40's & hook up culture was very much not the 40's way of dating. So when he asked you out & you started dating you figured out pretty quick he might need to take things a little slower. You suggested the 3 date rule, which by Tinder standards seemed a little antiquated now, but had always been what worked best for you. Letting him know that if he felt like it was too much or he wanted to stop you wouldn't be upset & that you don't have to have sex to spend the night.

Once your relationship had been established you really didn't try anything very risky for a bit, & that was totally fine. Then Bucky brought up the idea of wanting you to tell him more about the kind of things he might have missed. It wasn't long before you started working on a list of things he was interested in trying with the understanding that you would start slow & ease into the riskier, more intense or kinkier stuff. You still weren't anywhere near whips & chains but that was fine with you. You were just glad he was willing to try new things & take some risks, & you were very glad it was with you.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Super soldier... need I say more? Physical stamina is out of the park & his refractory period is pretty non-existent. Multiple rounds are basically always a given. Where his stamina is trickier is mentally. At first between anxiety & just emotional overload his body well out performed his mind. Maybe 2 rounds before he was mentally done. The first round was usually a little rushed & got out all the jitters & lingering emotion of the day. The second round was longer he really got to enjoy it with a clear mind. He got to focus on enjoying you & your body, making each other feel good. Once he gets more comfortable being physically intimate & vulnerable with someone like that you are gonna need a white flag, because you will be tapping out long before he does.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Toys are still something he is trying to completely figure out, there are just so many kinds & sizes it can get a bit overwhelming. He knows you have a couple vibrators, a dildo or two, & some other basic things. You've played around with your vibrator together, & he specifically had you send him pics & video fucking yourself with a dildo when he was gone on a long mission. Toys aren't something he thinks need to be involved everytime you have sex, but he will happily embrace anything that helps him make you cum like crazy. He's looked a couple times at different toys online, trying to figure out what you would like & what would be fun to play with together, & his endeavours have always ended with him overwhelmed & horny. So he decided that he wanted to go toy shopping with you so you could help & guide him. Would the part of him that still thought it was the 40's be mortified? Absolutely, but the thought of playing with whatever you got as soon as you got home would easily win over the embarrassment.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Bucky is a huge tease, sometimes intentionally & sometimes unintentionally. He just sometimes gets all touchy feely & doesn't realize what it does to you. When he teases you on purpose it's usually somewhere you can't immediately get your hands on him. Some of his favorites are winking suggestively at you when no one else is watching, eye fucking you across the room at one of Stark's parties or something, & lord have mercy he knows how you fall apart when he bites his lip or licks his lips. The man is a massive flirt. He also loves hugging you from behind & whispering naughty things in your ear, pulling your hips back firm against his crotch & grinding into you. He has also discovered that he loves having the ability to take & send photos & videos with his phone. If he's away on a mission you better believe he's asking for nude pics of you or looking back at some of them you've taken together. He has more than a couple videos of him fucking you & it's not uncommon you get a photo of his hard cock or a video of him stroking his cock saying how much he misses you. You just really really hope he doesn't accidentally post or send anything naughty to someone else by mistake, he is still a 106 year old learning to use new technology after all.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

The more time goes on the more comfortable Bucky is making noise. It starts as just little moans & groans or growls if he's feeling particularly possessive. Before long though he starts experimenting with dirty talk, something you love & had been easing him into since the first time you had sex. That first night he discovered he loved hearing you spew the filthiest things to him, hearing you beg him to fuck you harder & good his cock felt. The first time he got up the nerve to call you a little slut you made the most incredible sound that he swore was gonna make him cum right there. Now his mouth is almost filthier than yours & he tells you that if you aren't screaming his name everytime he fucks you then he isn't doing his job right. Not every time is loud now, but let's just say you've fielded enough complaints that your rooms have since been soundproofed.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Morning sex with Bucky is always a bit softer & sweeter. It usually starts with cuddling or snuggling until neither of you can ignore his impressive morning wood any longer. One of you starts rocking your hips into the other or you start to grind your ass back into him as he spoons you. Then hands start to wander & soft moans fill the room. Lots of nuzzling & kissing & smiling. Also, if he has had a decent night of sleep, morning sex is pretty much every morning.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Again, super soldier... Need I say more? His cock is nice & thick, beyond average, a little beyond average length. He's big enough to stretch you completely but not hurt you. The serum effected him differently than Steve. It didn't increase his height much but it thickened his muscle mass everywhere including his cock. He was incredibly thick & when hard, his veins protruded on his shaft. Due to being touch starved & after having his sexual & romantic feelings suppressed by Hydra for so many years, he also got hard at a drop of a hat. Even at the moment inopportune times a lick of your lips, the slightest moan, or even just bending over with your cleavage on display would have him stiff & aching.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

You are gonna have to peel him off of the ceiling once you crack the seal & get him going. He's got 70-80 years of pent up just awakened sexual frustration, a world of new naughty things to try, & the sexiest girl to try them with. He has trouble keeping his hands to himself during down time. Even around the rest of the team he's constantly pulling you into his lap & nuzzling into your neck. The last movie night came to an abrupt end about half way through the film when he couldn't stop himself from starting to rut up against you despite a very freaked out Scott trying not to jump out of his skin at the other end of the couch. He's also scarred Wong for life when he walked into the Sanctum's kitchen to find you leaning against the counter with Bucky on his knees & his head under your night shirt. You had never seen him run as fast as he did when he ran away from the kitchen. Bucky on the other hand didn't even notice anyone came in. He was too busy "enjoying his breakfast".

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Bucky isn't so good with sleep. Between general insomnia & then the nightmares you are almost always asleep first. Although when your insomnia acts up he does find it nice to just be close to you. Having you share one of his ailments puts him a bit more at ease with it. It can't be too bad a thing if his perfect dream girl suffers from it too.

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treatbuckywkisses · 2 years

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Lazy morning with boyfriend!bucky?

always such a lovely idea:(

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brnesblogposts · 27 days

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on my period and the cramps hurt like a bitch and i just wish i was laying in buckys arms right now

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purple-1995 · 4 months

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Imagine that boyfriend that is always the hornier one in the relationship. Imagine him always wanting to kiss, to touch, to fuck. You are changing after getting home from running some errands and he sees your tits? Please, let him feel them, kiss them, bury his face between them 🥺🙏 You are going to shower? Please, let him join you, he can help you wash your back... and maybe you can let him jerk off while you make your body all wet and soapy in front of him 😇 You are going to sleep in his bed? Please, please, please. He knows you are tired, baby, but you won't have to do anything, just lay down and look pretty, he will do all the work 🥰

Just imagine that 🥵

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marvelouslizzie · 5 months

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I'm Not Sure If I Can Do This

Summary: You want to try something new and Bucky isn't sure if he can do it.

Pairing: Boyfriend!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Warnings: 18+, established relationship, teasing, dirty talk, pet names, edging, no protection, no mention of y/n

Word Count: 1.9K

A/N: I wrote this little filthy story because of my friend Andreea's prompt. I'm glad it turned out to be something decent.

You can also send me requests if you want. I can't guarantee I'll write it but I'll certainly try.

Thank you @notafunkiller for proofreading and editing ❤️

All work is mine, please do not repost or translate without my permission.

You thought explaining why you wanted this or even convincing him to do it would be harder, but it was quite the opposite. Bucky Barnes is a guy who loves to give, especially when it comes to pleasure. It’s like he’s thriving on your pleasure while he’s delaying his own. He never made you wait or made you beg for release. Not once. And you really want to be desperate for some reason. And you have no intention to find out why. You just want to experience it. You want him to tease you relentlessly, deny your orgasm, and finally when he allows it, you want it to be explosive.

It’s easy to imagine him doing all those things to you, but the idea of explaining it is just dreadful. That’s why you were so reluctant. You weren’t sure if he would like the idea or maybe he would misunderstand your intention. None of that happened, though. You just said you wanted to try it and as you started to explain why, you noticed how his eyes were shining mischievously. That’s when you realized it was more than okay for him.

And that’s how you ended up all naked and frustrated on your bed. Bucky is a man of his word, so when he said he was going to enjoy this, he was not lying. He has been teasing you for a while now, and all you feel is frustration and of course, that undeniable anticipation.

“Bucky…” You whine as he’s moving so damn slowly inside you. The touches, the kisses, his damn tongue… It all feels good but not enough to make you come.

“Yes?”

The way he looks into your eyes makes you melt. You are so close to forgetting that he has been torturing you. He has been denying your orgasm every time you are getting close, yet the look in his eyes… It shows his true feelings.

“What do you want, baby?”

He sounds like he has no idea what you want. You wish you could hate him for this, but you can’t. You’ve been imagining how this would feel like for so long, and he’s just turning your fantasy into reality while enjoying the ride.

“I wanna come.”

You don’t care if you sound desperate because you are. You are desperate to come. You want that relief you took for granted for so long. All those times he never denied you, all those times he never even paused for a second before giving you all the pleasure in the world.

“Beg for it.”

His response surprises you. You can see the desire in his eyes and how much he’s actually enjoying this, but you never expected that he would be so into it. Maybe he didn’t know it either, but he definitely loves the state you are in. He even seems to enjoy edging himself because while torturing you, he’s torturing himself as well.

“Beg?”

“Yes, baby. Beg. Isn’t that what you wanted?”

“I-” You can’t deny that, can you? You always imagined it this way, but you never actually begged before. It’s easier when you are just imagining things, but looking at his face and saying those words… It feels incredibly hard.

“If you are not ready to beg yet, you are not ready to come, sweetheart.”

Oh, that’s awfully cruel of him yet so freaking hot. He knows you want to do this so badly, but your pride is standing in the way, and he’s willing to take you to the point where you wouldn’t care about it anymore. Yet your mouth says something else.

“But I am so close…”

“I know.” He moves in and out of you. His pace is torturously slow, yet it still feels amazing.

Then his fingers move onto your clit, gently rubbing it, and you feel a jolt of electricity all through your body. It’s like a promise. The promise of blinding pleasure, but he stops after a couple of rubs and makes you whine.

“You know what you have to say, don’t you?” You nod in response, tears are beginning to well up. “You can get what you want, any time you want.” You know that, but it’s like your mouth is having a hard time saying those words. “And you know we can stop this any time you want, right?”

He’s trying to remind you of your safe word, but you don’t want to stop. You have no intention of using it.

“Please…” Your voice comes out so pathetically, but it makes him smile. Why is it so hard to say?

“Please what?” He combines his words with actions. He moves a little bit harder inside you, and it reminds you of what you need. All you need is to ask him, and you know he will give it to you. You close your eyes and take a deep breath, bracing yourself to beg.

“Please move harder.” When you open your eyes back up, you see Bucky smirking. It just spurs something inside you. “Please, please…”

“Oh, baby…” He sounds so condescending yet loving at the same time. You have no idea how that’s even possible. “You really need it, don’t you?”

“Yes!” Your answer comes out instantly. Fuck your pride, you need this.

“Then you will get what you want.” You feel relieved but it doesn’t last long. “But I have one condition.” He completely stops while talking. “You won’t come before I say you can, got it?”

“But…”

“I will move faster and harder, like you asked me to, but you gotta hold it.” He sounds like he’s explaining edging to someone who has no idea what it is. “Show me what a good girl you can be, and I will give you what you want.”

Fuck… He’s making it so hard and hot at the same time. You really didn’t think he would take it this seriously. You thought just a please would be enough for him but it’s not. Yet you can’t seem to find it in your heart to regret asking him to do this.

“Can you do that for me?”

“I… I don’t know. I’ve never tried it before.”

“I know you can take it, sweetheart. Just show me how good you are.”

He’s a menace. He knows praising you will help and he’s using it damn well. So you find yourself nodding, and that’s when he finally starts to move again.

His hands are grabbing your waist, while he’s fucking you the way you imagined it. It’s rough, it’s fast, but god damn, it feels amazing. You feel your orgasm is quickly approaching, especially after all that teasing, and you try not to focus on the pleasure. It’s so hard to move against your nature. Your body just wants to give into it and enjoy it to the fullest, but no, that’s not what your mind wants. So you close your eyes to fight it. Maybe that will help.

“No, no, no.” You hear Bucky saying. “You gotta look me in the eyes, baby. No cheating.”

“But that’s not…” He doesn’t let you finish.

“But it is.”

“Fine.” You know you sound like a child when you open your eyes back to see his pretty ones. They are so full of love and desire. You could come just looking into his eyes but you won’t. Not until he says so. You want to experience that crashingly intense orgasm.

“Good girl.”

As if calling you a good girl with that deep voice of his isn’t enough, he starts to gently rub your clit and you can feel yourself clenching around him. Your pussy is begging for release. So are you.

“You are doing so good for me, baby.” His voice is full of adoration. “You look so beautiful. All spread for me. Just waiting for my command to come around my cock.” He slams so hard inside you that it makes you moan even though you were trying to hold back all this time. “Let me hear you. You make such pretty noises.”

“Please, Bucky.” It’s so hard to hold back. You can feel tears running down your cheeks. You never wanted to come this badly in your life before. “Please let me come.”

Finally, those words come out of your mouth. It has been a tough journey, but finally, you can ignore your pride and just ask for what you really want.

“That’s all I needed to hear.” He suddenly pushes your legs onto your chest, practically folding you into two. That allows him to move deeper inside you. “You can come now,” he says right before he starts to move again.

And just like that, you start coming on his command. It’s unbelievable how your body was just waiting for four words to come out of his mouth. All that teasing, all the build-up and anticipation pays off. Your whole body starts to shake while he’s railing you like there’s no tomorrow. Your head is thrown back, your eyes are closed and your lips are parted with the most delicious moans coming out of them.

“That’s it, baby. Take it all.” He sounds like he’s close himself, but you are too lost in the bubble of pleasure to do or say something about it.

It’s nothing like you have ever felt before. It’s so intense that there’s no thought in your mind, other than Bucky and how good he makes you feel. It’s so long that you forget to breathe for a while. Your ears are buzzing, and your muscles are contracting. You never knew this was possible. You never knew it would be better than you imagined.

When you finally come down from your high, you open your eyes to see Bucky with the most pleased expression. He hasn’t come yet. You can feel how hard he’s inside you, but you can see how accomplished he feels.

“God, you are so fucking beautiful.” He keeps moving with the same pace, chasing his high.

“Come for me, Bucky,” you say while you reach out to touch his face. He has been working so hard to make your fantasy real. “Come inside me. Please.”

“Fuck.” You can see he’s about to come. The veins around his eyes get so visible when he’s close. “You want it, baby?” His voice comes out like a groan.

“Yes. I want it. Please, give it to me.”

That does it. You just watch how he starts to come and damn, it’s such a pretty sight. You have seen this many times before, but it never ceases to surprise you. Him losing himself in pleasure like that… Especially when you know you are the reason for it. You are the reason why he’s so turned on. You are the reason why he comes so hard. You are the one doing this to him.

When he’s done, he gently moves out and rolls next to you. You whine a little because of how empty you suddenly feel. You feel his hot and deep breaths on your neck. As soon as you think you are feeling a little cold, he wraps his arms around you and pulls you close.

“Thank you,” you say quietly, as if you’re afraid someone else will hear you.

“It’s my pleasure, sweetheart. You have no idea how much I enjoyed that.”

“Oh, I saw how much you enjoyed it, Mr. I’m Not Sure If I Can Do This.”

He scoffs at you bringing up his first reaction. Oh, how wrong he was. It was a completely unexpected experience.

“Maybe we should try choking next time.” You test the waters reluctantly, but the look he’s giving you is nothing but promising.

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sargent-james-buchanan-barnes · 18 days

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Legs spread rn lol

#bucky barnes #sebastian stan #hot daddy #the avengers #the winter soldier #james buchanan barnes #boyfriend #husband material

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buckysbvtch3 · 11 months

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Touch Starved Bucky Part 2

Since everyone loves the first one so much I thought I’d make a part two with things touch starved Bucky would say to reader <3

Part 1 Masterlist

“Is this okay?” Touch starved Bucky would be the KING of consent — constantly checking up on you and being self conscious of how needy he is

“Do you want to lay down for a bit, doll?” That man would be CONSTANTLY wanting to laying down and holding you — for him there’s nothing better than having you all to himself wrapped up in his arms knowing you’re not leaving him

“Mm, you’re so soft, doll face” it literally doesn’t matter what your body shape or size is that man is obsessed with the feel of your skin, your curves/hips/waist and LOVES just feeling you — it’s not even sexual (unless you want it to be) he just gets so much fulfilment from touching you

“Love having you in my arms—nothing better” sleepy Bucky!!!

This isn’t dialogue but the man would be all over you like in the above GIF!!!! He would kiss you all over your face and nuzzle into your neck and just squeeze you!!

“You mind if I hold you with both arms?” This is Bucky early on in your relationship. The man would be nervous using his metal arm and be hyper aware of it not touching you. You’re quick to clear that problem up however and now in his braver moments he even reaches for you with it

“Don’t leave…please?” Bucky was always an early riser before he met you. It took a while into the relationship for him to be comfortable sleeping around you (he was so protective of you and wanted to keep an eye on you in your sleep). But with you two staying together in his room in the tower he knew you were safe and cursed whoever’s fault it was that you had to get up

“Can you maybe just…lay on top of me for a bit?” The first time he asked you this you were confused why he was being shy about it but now it was your main way of holding each other —he constantly pulls you on top of him and he feels so grounded it’s perfect

“Fits so perfectly in mine doll” when holding your hand

“Promise it’s not too much?” he gets insecure about how much he touches you

“Just wanna hold you angel” sleepy Bucky again!!

“Tell me if you want to get up, yeah?”

“God, I love holding you”

“Smell so good” Bucky would definitely put the tip of his nose in your hair and your neck when hugging

“Never letting you go, doll. The best thing that ever happened to me”

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Requests open!!

That’s it!! Thanks for reading guys go read part one if u haven’t already!!

Touch starved bucky is honestly my favourite bc that man needs a hug :((

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dailyreverie · 7 months

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Midnight ride

A/N: First fic of my frst ever flufftober!! I'm so excited to be a part of it this year, and I might be going a bit too hard on the fluff part so... yeah... it's gonna be a soft af month.

@flufftober - Day 1 "I've got you"

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word count: 1.06 K

CW: Vague mentions of Bucky's anxiety.

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A familiar sound echoed through the quiet of the night: metal against wood. It was the kind of sound that could abruptly stop any movie night, and for you, it was your favorite interruption. Rushing to the door, your heart fluttered with anticipation, knowing that Bucky awaited you on the other side.

There he stood, wearing his usual jeans and a jacket, his normally stoic expression melting into a warm smile as his eyes met yours. The late hour meant nothing to him, Bucky was always ready for an adventure, especially when it involved you.

“Well, I’m completely underdressed.” You greeted him, noticing your night-in pajamas mismatched with his street-ready outfit. Bucky just chuckled. “You alright, Buck?”

“Yeah, I was wondering if you, uhm-” He stuttered. Bucky's night visits held a secret language that only the two of you shared. They signaled moments of anxiety, nightmares, or memories resurfacing. It meant that Bucky's inner demons were starting to chew at his peace, and it was your comforting presence that he came looking for - a bond that had deepened over time since, after all, it was during these nights that your feelings for him began to grow stronger.

“Hey…” Your hand reached his arm and squeezed it, letting him know he was at the safe space only you knew how to build for him. “I’ve got you, give me ten minutes and I’ll see you outside.”

In less time than promised, you were ready, practically gliding through the halls to meet him. What you didn't expect was to find Bucky leaning against his motorbike, its lights already aglow, waiting for you to join him.

“No way, Buck.” You approached him slowly, noticing how his tight-lipped smile turned into a smirk. “Are you serious?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?” His shoulders lifted quickly in a shrug, almost surprised at your own amazement.

“Because it is the middle of the night,” Your reasoning did nothing to change his plans. Bucky stepped aside when you reached him, revealing a helmet already waiting for you as well. “I was expecting a walk.”

"What's wrong with my bike?" Bucky questioned, his eyebrows furrowing slightly, though he still wore that charming smile.

“Nothing, it’s just…” You eyed the bike to convince yourself, and when that didn’t work, you found Bucky waiting for you to keep going. “I’ve never been on one before.”

Without a word, Bucky's smile widened. He took a single step closer to you, closing the distance. Though you attempted to stay composed, the intensity in his blue eyes was undeniable. A shiver ran down your spine, not from the chilly night air, but from the electrifying gaze he locked onto yours. The moment stretched, your heart beating loudly against your chest, until he finally broke the silence by lifting the helmet and gently placing it on your head.

"I want to take you somewhere," he whispered, leaning in to make sure you heard him before turning and mounting the bike. You followed suit, encouraged by his outstretched hand and his affectionate nickname. "Hop in, dollface."

The engine roared below you, and with a yelp, you tightened your grip around his middle when he started to accelerate. If you didn’t know better, you would’ve thought this was an excuse to get as close as possible to you. You had moved maybe 10 feet, not more than that, but your arms were already squeezing Bucky and your eyes were closed shut. It was Bucky's laughter and his body shaking under your arms that made you open your eyes and realize you were not moving anymore.

“Don’t tell me you are scared.” He taunted, turning halfway to find your face.

“I told you I’ve never been on a bike before!” You hit his arm softly in a failed attempt to make him stop.

His hand caught you by surprise, leaving the handle to trace a path up and down your thigh as he studied your face, reading your response to his touch. "I've got you, doll. Remember that." You hoped the helmet concealed the blush that crept up your neck and that the city's noise masked the rapid thumping of your heart from his enhanced senses. It wasn’t enough, nor the helmet or the noise, but Bucky doesn’t mind, he captures that image to himself for a day when you aren’t around the hall to keep his peace.

His scent invades you when he turns around again, his strong back inviting you to hold onto him. The first pull of the bike catches you by surprise, and you are almost sure that he sped up on purpose - his chuckle is enough for you to know that - but eventually, you become familiar with the speed. Bucky drives smoothly, not like you’ve seen him before when he’s chasing someone, the pavement below you letting him glide across the streets gently enough that the grip you had on his middle slowly starts to get looser until your hands are resting comfortably on his chest and the side of your head lands against his shoulder blades.

You can’t see it, of course, but the soft pads of your fingertips dancing across his chest make Bucky smile wider than ever. To know that you trusted him enough to embark on this late-night ride, enough to be able to unwind as he drives through the streets of New York, sets his heart on fire from pride alone.

“Are you feeling better?” You ask when you reach a park that overlooks the shore, Brooklyn on one side and New York City on the other.

Bucky doesn’t say anything at first, instead, he keeps his hands on your waist as you dismount the bike, watching you closely as you remove your helmet. "Much better," he finally said when he got a look of your eyes smiling up at him.

One day you’ll know. He promises to himself that he’ll tell you that as much as tea and walks and movie nights help, nothing will ever top the feeling of peace he gets from just being with you. Sure, you always say you’ve got him, but you have no idea how lucky he feels that he’s got you too. But it was too much, he couldn’t risk losing you just yet; for now, he simply enjoys the feeling of having you beside him, under the night sky, with the city's lights twinkling below.

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notafunkiller · 5 months

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we found wonderland

Summary: You have a choice to make: you either set yourself free or continue to play the game.

Pairing: (fake) boyfriend’s brother!Bucky Barnes x female reader

Warnings: 18+, age gap (r is 26, Bucky is 39), teasing, dirty talk, unprotected séx (but she is on the pill), pet names, daddy kínk, language, implied aftercare, no mention of y/n

Word Count: 2.4K

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A/N: I hope you enjoyed this mini-series! Thank you for reading!

Please, do not repost or translate without my permission!

You had decided you should wait for a week before making your relationship public, using that time to try to convince your parents to change their mind while Bucky plays pretend with his. It’s not an ideal situation, but he understands, keeping the truth to himself.

What he can’t keep to himself is his hands. Not that you can… but as soon as he comes home, he’s all over you, not even caring you are in the living room sometimes.

Acting like you’re just friendly is very hard for you. You want to touch and kiss him like crazy. Having sex with him changed the game, and now you try your hardest to find a way out of this deal so you can be in this relationship completely.

You laugh at the way he pouts. “You’re really adorable for an old man.”

“Is it so crazy I want us together?”

You melt, leaning in to kiss his chin. “That’s not crazy, baby, but isn’t that a little fast?”

“We’ve been living together for months now. What’s the difference?”

You wish you could find the right words to explain it. It’s quite scary and exciting, but it feels strange. “We’ve been together for a couple of days. Maybe we don’t…”

“Are you thinking of a break up already?”

You jump immediately. “No! Maybe we don’t have things figured out enough yet. And by we I mean me. I won’t have a job anymore if my parents don’t change their minds. I won’t have a real home. I won’t have anything but you. And I love every moment I spend with you, but I want something of my own, and I definitely don’t want to feel like a burden even if you don’t make me feel like that. My life is a mess.”

“And I want to help. I am not trying to control you or suggest something you don’t want, but we are friends, too, not just a couple. I am here for you. You can stay with me as a friend if not as a boyfriend. I want you safe.”

You say nothing, only staring at him for a while. You don’t even know what to say because the mix of emotions you feel is confusing.

“You know what I want?”

“What?”

“I want to fuck you right now.” You don’t try to hide your neediness as you place your hands on his shorts. “Can I, baby? Can I ride you?”

“Fuck, you’re gonna kill me before I turn forty. Is this your plan? Do you want me gone?” He’s already raising his ass so he can help you take off his shorts quicker.

“I want you with me always. Want you inside me so badly.”

He groans at your tone. “Then go for it, baby, take whatever you want. It’s all yours. I’m all yours.”

You smile eagerly seeing his hard cock, and lift his T-shirt. You cannot stand anything between your bodies right now. You just need to feel him. “God, we should go to the bedroom, but I can’t wait.”

You take off your underwear, unable to wait any longer. As if someone is holding a knife to your throat, and if you don’t get Bucky inside you in the next seconds, you’re gonna die.

“Anyone can walk in,” he says as if it’s the most normal thing in the world. He probably even enjoys it. “Can you imagine their faces?”

You snort, bringing his dick to your entrance without hesitation after spreading your legs further apart. “No, but I can imagine yours when you come.”

“You don’t need to imagine. You’re gonna see it up close if you hurry up.”

Neither of you even realize you’re not using a condom for the first time until it’s too late and you’re already sliding down.

Your grasp on his shoulders is so forceful, you’re sure it will leave a mark, as you moan his name.

“James…” You desperately look at him, wanting to see if he feels the same. “We’re not using anything.”

“I c-can feel that.”

“God damn it, James,” you sound like you’re scolding him, but in reality you are just overwhelmed.

“What did I… fucking hell, I am totally not getting to turn forty. I will die tonight.”

You ask with your eyes closed. “Do you want me to get a condom?”

“No, I want to die.” He groans, already in a different space. “Unless you want to… I am clean and you are, of course, and I can pull out, but like it’s not… I can go grab a condom right now.”

You immediately shake your head, placing your hand on his chest. He’s not gonna do that. He has to make you come.

“You are not going anywhere, you get out of me and I’ll die!”

“So you’re ovulating?” He asks casually, with a playful grin spread across his face.

You chuckle, hitting him in the shoulder.

“Yes, I am, and you gotta take care of me.”

Bucky groans, grabbing your ass, unable to keep his hands off you. You’re so hot and warm. “You’re really, really wet, princess.”

“Ihm.” You slide down further, almost taking all of his cock. “Look how deep I took you now.” You moan proudly, feeeling so stretched like this. “Look at this, daddy.”

And when he lets his eyes drop to your entrance, he has no idea how he doesn’t com right then. The sight is incredible.

“Baby…”

“I’m your baby, daddy.” You quickly take off your T-shirt at the same time you move your hips. As soon as he’s naked, you grab your breasts, holding them together with a smirk. You know that is going to affect him, and it makes you feel powerful.

“Oh God,” he groans as you bring your breasts closer to his mouth.

“Come on, daddy, go ahead.”

It’s all he needs to hear before he takes your right nipple into his mouth and the left one between his fingers. Riding him like this is a little difficult, but it’s not impossible. You love getting your breasts played with, and he loves doing it.

There is also something really hot and thrilling about the possibility of getting caught. You have no idea why and how, but you’re going to enjoy this as much as you can.

“You feel so good like this, nothing between us. Nothing between your come and me,” you moan, not even thinking about what you say.

“You can’t say that and expect me to be strong.”

That makes you laugh. “I’m on the pill, though, you don’t have to be strong.”

“Fucking hell, you’re gonna drive me crazy.” He starts to thrust his hips back so he can meet you halfway. Riding him feels so, so good. You got him deeper, and the lack of a condom makes you properly feel his thickness.

“You feel so… Fuck, your cock is filling me just the way I need it.” You grab his shoulders so you can move faster. “You’re such a good daddy, let-letting me use you right here, where everyone could see us.”

“You love using daddy’s cock.” He looks so drunk, in so much pleasure. “Such a naughty girl.”

“I’m your naughty girl, James.”

“All mine.” His hands on your hips help you move faster indeed, and you’re already so close you can barely keep your eyes open.

“F-faster.”

Bucky stops thrusting his hips back, and you groan. You need more.

“If you want it faster, keep your eyes on me, pretty girl.”

“I c-can’t-” As much as you want to fight this, your eyes instinctively close again. “Ss-so close.”

He can hear your desperation and without hesitating, he brings his hand into your hair and pulls unexpectedly hard. That’s enough for you to come loud. So loud you can hear yourself as you let the pleasure consume every bit of you.

But Bucky doesn’t stop moving his hips, making your orgasm last longer. He’s saying things, probably dirty things, in your ear, but you can’t understand anything. Your ears are still ringing.

And just like that, Bucky comes too, with his right hand still wrapped around your hair while the left one is digging into the skin of your hip.

“Fuck, I’m coming inside you, baby, can you feel it? Can you feel me filling your pussy, baby?”

“Ihm,” you can barely whisper, too overwhelmed by everything.

“Whose come?”

“Y-yours.”

“Good girl.” He groans as soon as he finishes coming, wrapping his arms around your waist and hugging you. “This feels like heaven.”

“I don’t think I can go back to wearing a condom now. I mean if you want to…”

“Are you sure? We can still use one just to make sure we are safer.”

You peck him. ��We can still use it, don’t worry, I get it. Looking out for me and stuff.”

He lets out a deep breath, thankful you understand what he means.

“Of course I am looking out for you, that’s my job.”

“Job? You are my daddy, not my mom or dad.”

“I am your partner and your friend. I will always look out for you.”

A sudden urge to fuck him again takes over your body, but before you can do it, your phone starts ringing.

Bucky gives you the phone without moving, and when you both see it’s his brother, you groan.

“Hi, William.” You try to sound as normal as possible, but your voice is so raspy it’s impossible.

“Hey, gonna be home in a few minutes. Are you okay? Is Bucky home yet?”

“Ihm, he came.” You wink at James. “All good here. See you.”

You don’t wait for him to answer before you’re hanging up.

“You came too.”

You giggle immediately. It’s hard not to be around Bucky; he is goofy at the right time. “We need to clean up, though, he’s close.”

“Alright.”

Your parents didn’t want to listen to you at all. You didn’t have the chance to talk at the party since they’re avoiding you at all costs, and you had to go outside not to cry in front of everyone. You don’t just feel alone and treated like shit, you feel humiliated.

You’re lucky Bucky went to pick up William because his car broke down halfway here, so he didn’t actually witness your breakdown. You know he’d have done something about it. Something you should.

At this point, what do you really have?

“Hey, are you well? Why are you outside, it’s freezing?”

Bucky’s voice makes you jump as he’s suddenly by your side, rubbing your arms. William is right behind him.

“Baby, why are you outside?”

You see Bucky rolling his eyes, and you sigh.

“I wanted some fresh air, William.” You turn toward Bucky before taking a step back. You don’t want him to think you reject his touch. You really need his hug, but it’s not about what you need. “We should go inside.”

He nods, and all three of you make your way close to the improvised stage in the main room.

It’s crazy how many people actually came; it almost feels suffocating.

Your parents have been talking for a while, you assume, because people were animated. You wonder what they promised them.

“And since we’re all here now, I have something to announce,” Bucky’s dad takes the microphone all of a sudden, and William sighs. You want to ask him what is going on since he looks nervous, but you don’t have time to. “I want to invite my son, William, on the stage with us.”

And then he calls your name.

You look at both of your parents, trying to understand why you’d be needed there, and Bucky is just as confused as you are. Everyone starts clapping, and you find yourself dragged on the stage before you can protest.

“Tonight marks a very special moment for us both: professionally and personally.” You freeze, looking at Bucky instantly, but he’s also shocked, shaking his head. “A partnership that will last for a long time, hopefully, passed to a real-life partnership that has developed over the last months.”

William smiles proudly when his dad pats him on the back, and you want to throw up right then.

You turn your head to your parents, who display the fakest smiles you’ve ever seen. They don’t care about what you want. About what you need. Either way, you’re alone, and you cannot continue to play their game. You can’t!

And before anyone can stop you, you’re basically running down the stairs, straight toward Bucky. You quickly wrap your hand around his neck and force him to lean in so you can properly kiss him. You sense his surprise, but you don’t stop, using the opportunity to shamelessly kiss him in front of the whole company, including your parents. He’s yours, and everyone should know it.

He cups your face when you break off the kiss to breathe, and you smile.

You finally did it! You’re free.

You don’t need to turn around to know how upset your families must be. Everyone around you is either gasping or whispering around. You know they’ll be talking about this for a solid week at least, but you’re not gonna be there to hear. You won’t explain anything to them, and they can consider you a cheater who fucked the other brother all they want. It is not your mess to fix. You just want to leave.

“Let’s get out of here,” you whisper, taking his hand. All you want is to eat something and suck him off. “I need to pack my stuff.”

“Are you sure?” He asks concerned as you start to walk toward the exit. Neither of you turns when William calls your names.

“I have never been more sure in my entire life.”

He says nothing as you reach his car, lifting the hand he’s been holding closer to his lips so he can brush a tender kiss against the back of it.

You’re going to be okay.

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wannabespiderman · 3 months

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Instructions unclear, sent a bowl of chocolate cereal.

Bucky Barnes x reader

You get your grumpy old man a smartphone. Chaos ensues.

Bucky suspiciously inspected the black rectangle between his fingers. “That’s not the phone I had in mind.” Of course, he had probably been thinking of a damn rotary phone when you suggested he needed something to keep in touch with people. You knew he had this weird relationship with modern technology, he was very wary of everything electronic and if he didn’t get the hang of it immediately he would just get frustrated. On the other hand, if he was able to figure it out himself he was openly proud of it, telling you how easy it was. You always had to walk the fine line between something enhanced enough that it was actually useful these days and simple enough that he wouldn’t become grumpy and pout about it while talking your ear off at how ‘the simpler times’ were called that for a reason.

A Smartphone was very very risky. Sure, you could’ve found an old flip phone or a Nokia brick but those things just hadn’t survived the test of time and according to your very professional opinion as his partner and self-proclaimed emotional support nuisance, this man desperately needed to stay in contact with the few people he would call his friends.

Despite your worry you put on your most supportive smile and turned the phone in his hand so he held it right side up. “Try it at least, okay? It’s cool.” You tried to assure him. He didn’t have to do a lot, you already set it up for him and downloaded all the apps you deemed necessary, helpful or fun, you even turned on the accessibility option so he could navigate his phone with one hand since the metal one wouldn’t work on a screen and would probably also leave scratches, so all that was left for him was to explore his new toy. You guided his pointer finger to the side of the phone and let him press the little button which made the screen turn on. Bucky gave you an unsure glance before turning his attention back to the phone in his hand and just kinda…stared at it until the screen turned off again. For a moment you didn’t know what was going on until you realized that with Bucky, specificity was key. You shook your head to shoo away the previous confusion his behavior caused and shuffled closer to him. “Do it again.” You encouraged him. Bucky’s brows furrowed slightly.

Oh no.

You held your breath, waiting for him to potentially hand the phone right back to you and suggesting that writing letters would be enough. After what felt like a minute he finally pressed the button again and you quietly released your breath. “Great! Now you just need to drag your thumb gently over the screen and you’re good to go.” Bucky slowly followed your instructions and you could practically feel the pride radiating off him, his eyes lighting up. Still, he tried to play it cool. “Huh. That was easy.”

Not specific enough.

You looked at your phone and tried to make out what exactly Bucky had sent you. It must’ve been a picture of his face, right? You thought you could see the brown of his hair in this blurry mess but on the other hand it could also be…maybe a bowl of chocolate cereal? Some Chili, maybe? No, there was definitely too little red for it to be Chili.

The man recently learned how to text like a normal person, more or less, but you didn’t know he also kind of figured out how to send pictures. His picture moved upwards when another blurry mess appeared in your chat. You squinted your eyes at the new picture, it was mostly white with some grey stripe in the middle. You gave up, no way you could figure out what the hell that one was.

Bucky…what is that? You typed out. The next message he sent you gave you move questions than answers.

I need a new phone. That was impossible, his smartphone was less than three days old. Sure, it could’ve cracked but you were sure he would’ve told you about that.

What’s wrong with your phone? Maybe I can help? You suggested. You didn’t have to wait for an answer too long.

Yes, please. You quietly chuckled to yourself, half amused by his struggles, half compassionate of them. You decided it would be best to talk to him face to face so you raked your fingers through your hair a few times to hide the fact that you’ve been hanging around in your bed for the last few hours and clicked the video call option on your screen. It rang and rang and…rang…until finally your screen lit up, or dulled down because all you could see was darkness with a touch of a chestnut color. You should’ve known that this would happen.

“Bucky, it’s a video call.” You informed him and watched as he pulled the phone away from his ear and instead looked at his screen, his brows furrowed like he always did when he lost a fight against technology. “Oh…” He grumbled.

“So, what’s wrong with your phone?” Bucky pressed his lips together, his eyes looking anywhere but at his phone.

“Bucky?” You asked, raising an eyebrow. Bucky let out a sigh and wiped his face with his right hand but you could see the slight blush forming on the apples of his cheeks.

“Was anyone going to tell me that there are two cameras? Why the hell would anyone need two?” You saw him lean against the headrest and turn his head to the side with an annoyed expression. Your heart melted a little bit, you couldn’t help but find it endearing at how clueless he was when it came to things that were common knowledge to you.

“James, stop pouting.” There was a tone of amusement in your voice even though you tried to feign sternness. Bucky’s head shot back towards where he could see you on the screen in his hand and blinked a few times as if he was trying to comprehend what you just said. You never really called him by his first name and his reaction made you clench your jaw and hold your breath so you wouldn’t burst out laughing.

“Don’t do that.”

“Do what?” You asked innocently and batted your lashes towards your camera. Bucky narrowed his eyes but couldn’t suppress the little smile that was tugging on the corners of his mouth. You grinned triumphantly, happy that you could at least lighten his mood a little bit. “Alright, alright, I’m sorry.” You finally said and playfully scrunched your nose. “So was that it? Did you have a problem taking pictures because you tried to take them with the outer camera?” Buckys smile slightly faltered but he chuckled nonetheless.

“Yeah, I guess. Sorry to be a bother with all the…you know, modern stuff, I-“ You cut him off immediately. “Don’t you dare apologize for that, you’re still learning and I’m happy to help. Hey, I’m very proud of you for making it work with the phone.” Bucky rolled his eyes good-naturedly but you could see his eyes soften. “I try.”

You continued talking to him for a while about nothing in particular until you decided that you both needed some rest and hung up. It was merely twenty minutes later, you just settled down and closed your eyes when your phone vibrated. A message from Bucky. You curiously opened the message to see if he had any more problems but instead your lips curled into a big, bright smile.

He sent you a picture, this time you could fully make out what it was, a photo of a shirtless Bucky laying on his couch, his eyes crinkled as he wore a proud grin with the caption I figured it out!

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Petition to make

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to happen.

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nickfowlerrr · 7 months

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Ohhh bonfire night with Bucky Barnes 🥹

it's easy to be loved.

pairing: bucky barnes x curvy!reader

warnings: fluff fluff and some more fluff. & like the tiniest little bit of angst if you really, really squint.

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notes: ahh this is so cute!! thank you for sending it in! 🥰

comments and reblogs are always welcome and so appreciated! let me know what you think. 🖤

"Where are you taking me, Barnes?" you question as Bucky leads you further into the woods, his hand holding yours tightly.

"I said it's a surprise, you can't wait another minute?" he lightly chastises.

You had just gotten done at the pumpkin patch, Bucky's car loaded with your haul of pumpkins, an assortment of sweets from the farm's bakery, and a good three pounds of some of the best fudge you have ever had in your life. You were already thinking about how you wanted to carve your pumpkin when you got home but were pulled from your brainstorming when Bucky pulled off the road, instead following a single, one-way road down into the wooded area that surrounded you.

You looked over at him quizzically and he turned to you for a second with a light laugh and that ever-disarming smile, though you didn't miss the twinkle of excitement that was shining in his gaze.

When he finally pulled up to a clearing with a little gated pathway just to the side, he parked and turned the car off, quickly getting out and gallantly coming to the passenger door to open it for you before you could even try.

"Okay seriously," you looked at him pointedly, "did you bring me out here to murder me? Was this past year just one long con to get my guard down enough to lure me out into the middle of nowhere?"

You narrowed your eyes at the laugh Bucky let out at your words as you got out of the car, standing before him as he stayed where he was, one hand on the car door, the other on the side of the car, keeping you right where you were. "First of all, sweetheart, we're not in the middle of nowhere. And secondly, you think I would've bought that much fudge if I was planning on killing you tonight?" he joked.

"Hm. Okay, fair point," you allowed with a quirk of your lip, your fingers finding the belt loops of his jeans, tugging him closer. You tilted your chin at him, an expectant pout playing on your lips when he didn't move, only a smirk on his lips as he looked at you. You tugged again and he relented, moving in to kiss you softly.

"Mm," he hummed against you, "you taste like chocolate."

You smiled into the kiss, pulling away only for a second to speak. "That fudge. It's so good," you murmured before kissing him again, your lips moving more firmly against his, your fingers tugging him closer once more.

Bucky groaned as he moved to press you against the car, sharing your desire for more, deepening the kiss, his lips hot against yours.

And then all too quickly he forced himself to pull away from you, biting his own lip as he took a grounding breath, shaking his head at you. "No," he huffed, "you can't distract me right now, doll. I didn't bring you out here just for some nookie."

You breathed a laugh, "God, I love it when you talk like an old man," you teased with a smirk.

He fixed you with that signature glare of his before he moved to grab something from the backseat. You watched with renewed interest, still wondering what exactly it was you were doing out here.

Bucky shouldered a large bag on his left side and held a full duffle in his right hand before he shut the door and turned to you, smiling again. He looked like a kid going on his first camping trip.

At the thought, your face fell, eyes going a little wide.

No, you told yourself, he wouldn't... Or would he?

As if he could read your thoughts, he spoke and put your mind at ease as he approached the small gate just across from where you were, signaling you to follow him. "We're not camping, don't worry."

"What are we doing then?"

"You'll see, just trust me."

"Hmph," you puffed as you trailed behind him.

You watched him for a long moment, admiring him among the beauty of the wooded trail. Smiling to yourself, you grabbed your phone from your pocket, making sure your sound was off before you took a photo of him.

Bucky wasn't the biggest fan of being on camera, but he always humored you, smiling when you asked him oh so nicely and even giving you his okay to post a candid to your Instagram every now and then.

This one, though, like many of the other shots you've taken of him this past year, would stay in your favorite album. Just for you, until December came around. You couldn't wait to finally put together the physical photo album you've been planning. It'd be the closest you'd get to showing Bucky how you see him through your eyes. The charming and protective, strong and cuddly, sweet and caring, loving, doting, brilliant man he is.

You wish he could see himself the way you see him, for who he truly is, without the darkness that can so easily cloud his outlook on himself.

He's been doing much better, therapy and healing work making a noticeable difference. But every now again, he gets that look in his eye. He tries to hide it when it rears its head, but you never let it go unnoticed. You never want him to feel alone in that. Not ever again.

You're not paying attention to your path, your eyes are drifting as you think, and you end up walking right into the brick wall that is Bucky's back, barely dodging the backpack slung on his shoulder.

"Shit," you laugh, resting your head against him and wrapping your arms around his front, "sorry."

"What the hell are you doin' back there?" he asks, turning and being careful not to hit you with the bag.

You shrug, "Can't beat the view," you say with a playful smack to his ass as you lean into him.

"Would you stop trying to get into my pants for five seconds," he laughs, switching the duffle from his right hand to his left and then grabbing yours to hold instead, tugging to his side. You squeeze his hand lightly with both of yours and let your body bump into his, your head against him as you walk side by side. You feel it when he presses a kiss to your head and it sends a fluttering to your tummy as you bite on your contented smile. "We're almost there," he says with a soft squeeze to your hand in return. You straighten up as you continue walking but stay close to Bucky's side.

Within a minute, Bucky is pulling you from the main path onto a peculiarly stoned one that branched off from it. From there, it was a short walk to the large, modern, yet rustic looking cabin he had been leading you to.

You stare in awe at the impressive building as Bucky smiles at you.

"You like it?" he asks, still grinning.

"It," you breathe a stunned laugh, "it's gorgeous. How did you find this place? Whose is it?"

"Didn't really find it... Built it," he says a little too casually for the pride you see in his eyes as your own widen.

"What? You- you built this?"

"Well, I mean, not entirely me. Sam and Steve helped out a bit here and there."

"This is incredible, Buck," you shake your head with a smile. "How long have you been working on it?"

"Took a few months,"

"Wait, is this the job you've been talking about?" you ask.

"I wanted to surprise you," he laughs, tugging you close as you both look on at the cabin.

"Color me surprised," you say as you hug onto him. "This is amazing. You are amazing. Whoever gets their hands on this place is gonna be so damn lucky."

"I'm glad you think so..." he trails off, the corner of his lip threatening to curl into a half smirk.

It takes you a second to pick up on what he's getting at, but you finally do.

"You own this?" you ask in near disbelief.

"It's not entirely furnished yet, but I couldn't keep this to myself any longer. I can show you inside later, but right now, I have a little something else planned," he leads you by the hand to walk past the side of the cabin, coming around to a fenced backyard as you take it all in.

Along the back wall is some kind of screen mounted, in front of it is what looks to be a bonfire pit, huge wooden chairs placed around it and an outdoor table off to the side, too.

You're still silent as you take in the sight, Bucky unlocks the fence door and lets you through. You turn back to him, and he is nothing but smiles as he ushers you closer to the setup.

“Wow,” you awe.

"I know it's not the same as that drive in you were talking about, but-"

"No, I-" you turn back to him, "I love this," you breathe with a laugh.

"Good," he says, leaning closer to kiss you softly. "Pick a seat, I'm gonna get this set up."

You listen, choosing the chair at the head of the pit, right across from the screen.

Bucky moves the table around behind you, and you watch in quiet amusement as he arranges all of the items he's brought in his bags on the table.

First, he sets up the wireless projector, the once white screen now dark as he pauses the movie on the very first few seconds. He then sets out a bag of marshmallows, a box of graham crackers, and a package of full-size Hershey bars; your smile grows at the sight, as a fuzzy warmth fills your chest. That feeling you’ll never tire of, the feeling you’ve only ever experienced with Bucky.

He turns and heads to the fire pit, already loaded with logs. He quickly gets it lit and dusts off his hands before striding over to you.

You're gazing up at him from your seat as he stands before you, "All this for me?" you ask, your voice much softer than you thought it'd be.

"All this for you," he responds just as softly, taking your hand in his and pulling you to stand, guiding you to the table.

Soon, you're wrapped up in a blanket as you and Bucky roast your marshmallows on sticks, your chairs pulled as close as they can be while your favorite halloween movie plays on the screen. It's a bit darker out now, the sun nearly set and leaving the remnants of a gorgeous autumn hue as the wind blows lightly around you. The first few stars to be seen are already shining brightly in the sky. Bucky has turned the light backyard lights on, the strings of small bulbs hung around you adding to the cozy outdoor atmosphere as the glow from the fire burns brightly before you. The smell of the smoke mixing with the sweetness in the air. You're both leaning toward the fire as you let the flames brown your sugary treats, a pack of graham crackers sitting on the arm of your chair and an open bar of chocolate sitting on Bucky's.

"Shit," he curses as he pulls his stick from the fire - his marshmallow fully ablaze while you laugh at him frantically shaking his stick about.

"Smooth," you comment as you ready your s'more, smooshing your marshmallow from the stick onto the chocolate between the crackers.

You turn more towards him as you take a bite, reveling in the gooey sweetness. He's looking at you with bright eyes, his smile nothing short of pure admiration.

You lick your lip, feeling some of the stickiness there.

"You missed some," he hums as he sets his stick down, his burnt marshmallow not so much a thought as he turns more towards you in turn. You watch him intently as he brings his thumb to the corner of your lip, wiping at the bit of chocolate that was left behind.

A shiver rolls over you at the soft touch and you lean into him further. His lips tick in a smile as he copies you, his hand holding your cheek while he leans in. Your breath almost hitches as he is about to kiss you, but you're left stunned, brows furrowing when his lips meet his thumb instead, sucking off the chocolate that sits there.

"That's not nice," you murmur as you turn your face, watching entranced by his sultry display. You place your hand over his, still holding you gently.

He smirks at your complaint but doesn't say anything as you brush your nose against his, taking matters into your own hands.

You press your lips to his, your other hand wrapping around the back of his neck, almost leaving your seat as you scoot forward - wanting to be closer to him as you deepen the kiss, but getting stopped by the barrier that is the chairs.

Your hand leaves his and moves to hold his face instead. You don't break the kiss until you're out of air, pulling back as Bucky chases your lips. You titter, letting your forehead press to his as he whispers hotly, "You always taste so sweet."

"It's the s'mores," you smile.

"No," he mutters, kissing your lips tenderly once, "that's all you, sweetheart."

The credit song catches your attention as you stay where you are, both you and Bucky teetering on your seats for a moment.

"This has been really nice, Bucky, seriously, I loved it. Thank you."

"I'm glad you liked it. I wanted to have the first night spent out here be just us, because this is the first of many nights to come. Sam's already planning a bonfire for next weekend with everyone," he rolls his eyes.

"Ever the gracious host you are," you kid, following Bucky up as he stands. "Are you gonna have the interior done by then?"

"Well, that depends."

"Oh? On what?"

"On whether you agree to help me decorate the place or not,"

"Bucky," you laugh, "I helped you decorate your apartment, now you want me to help decorate your cabin? If you're not careful, you're never gonna be able to get rid of me," you say as you help him pack everything back up, "You're gonna see me everywhere. From the bath towels to each and every throw pillow I'll force you to buy."

You're smiling as you close the box of graham crackers, facing the table as you work. Suddenly, Bucky's arms snake around you, his head coming to rest in the crook of your neck as he breathes you in.

"That's kinda the whole point, doll."

You close your eyes enjoying the warmth he offers and the way his stubble tickles your skin as he nuzzles into you.

"I don't ever want you to leave," he confesses against your skin, a part of him hoping you didn't hear the desperation in his voice and another part wanting him to just get down on his knee and pull out the box that's been burning a hole in his pocket for the past week. To finally ask you the question he knew he'd end up asking the day he met you.

But he won't. He's waited this long, he can wait a few more days.

Your anniversary isn't far off. He can wait, he tells himself.

You turn into him as he keeps his touch around you, "I'm not going anywhere," you assure him, resting your hands on his chest, your eyes gleaming with love and sincerity. You mean what you say, you're not going anywhere. Not unless he's planning on going with you.

“I’m gonna put out the fire, then we’ll head home, okay?”

“Okay,” you simper, letting your fingers graze along his chest as he pulls away from you.

“Bucky,” you say his name, so lovingly he swear he could melt right then and there, and he turns back to meet your eye, your soft gaze full of adoration, “I love you.”

It’s a simple statement, one he’s heard pass your lips many times, but one he knows he’ll never tire of hearing.

He smiles at you, one of the few people who can so easily get a genuine one out of him. As he gazes back at you, he can’t believe, that by some miracle, he found you in this life. Can’t believe that you allow him to be in yours, that you want him to be in yours, and really can’t believe how easy it is to let himself be loved by you.

After everything he’s been through, he fought with himself for the longest time. He wasn’t sure he’d feel worthy of being loved ever again. Wasn’t sure he’d find someone who would even want to, someone who could love him.

And then he met you. And you make it seem like it’s the easiest thing in the world.

He feels it when you so much as look at him, every little touch from you, every kiss, every laugh. He knows he's never felt less worthy of anything in his life, but he also knows you never want him to feel anything less than worthy. He's still working on it, and he'll get there...someday.

But for now, he's going to keep thanking his lucky stars for leading him to you.

"I love you more," he returns as your smile grows at his words.

And he means it. He loves you more than he could ever say, more than you could ever know, more than he ever thought was possible to love someone.

There's a twinkle in your eyes and his fingers twitch, wanting to reach for his pocket again before he thinks better of it.

Just a few more days...

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