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ro-is-struggling · 3 months
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Self care || Bucky Barnes x Reader
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Summary: Bucky always seemed interested in your skin care routine, so when one day he arrives tired and drained from a mission, you take the opportunity to show him the importance and benefits of self-care.
Warnings: established relationship, brief mention to Bucky’s past trauma, a fuck ton of fluff, my little knowledge of skin care lol
English is not my first language
Word count: 2200
Notes: this was inspired by a dream I had. I thought it was cute and I couldn't get it out of my head, so I wrote this little thing. If it doesn’t make sense, blame my dumb dreams lol
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It was one of the first times you slept over at Bucky's place that you discovered he didn't have a skin care routine. He would look at you cleansing your face from the bathroom door, watching you apply creams and serums with a mixture of admiration and confusion in his expression. And every time you picked up a new product, he would ask you what it was and what did it do. 
It didn't really surprise you, most of the men you had dated tended to use a small number of personal hygiene products and usually the facial skin was only treated with soap and water. And if that was men your age, it was to be expected that Bucky and his over one hundred years of age were not aware of the benefits of skin care.You found his reactions kind of adorable. It wasn't every day that you caught Bucky acting with the naïve curiosity of a child, and you couldn't help but laugh as you answered his endless questions.
"Please tell me you at least wear sunscreen." You said and Bucky remained silent. "Oh my God, Bucky!" you complained, explaining to him how dangerous the sun was for his skin.
"After all I've been through, I don't think a little sun is going to kill me, doll." He laughed, coming up to you to hug you from behind. You wrapped your arms around his, smiling at him in the mirror as he rested his chin on your shoulder. 
The bastard knew how cute he was —looking at you through the mirror with blue eyes full of love—, and he was using it to his advantage to keep you from scolding him. He was probably right, the super soldier serum surely protected him from skin cancer in the same way it protected him from hits and falls that would be fatal to the rest of humanity. But still, it wouldn't hurt him to take care of himself a little every now and then.
"You smell nice." Bucky praised you, inhaling the subtle floral scent the creams had left on your skin. He gave you a kiss on the cheek, his stubble tickling your sensitive face. You laughed and he knew he had won.
"Don't think you're getting out of this so easily." you warned, tilting your head to the side so you could kiss him. "Flattery will get you nowhere!"
From that day on you decided that you would put together a skincare routine for Bucky. Super Soldier serum or not, everyone's skin needed a little help from time to time. And besides, you believed it was something that could benefit Bucky in more ways than just one. It would teach him to take better care of himself and to value the precious 'me time'. And god knew he needed that. So you made a mental note to buy a couple of products for him the next time you went to restock some of your kit and stopped thinking about it for a while.
That was until one day Bucky came home tired from a mission. You didn't quite know what he had to do and he didn't want to tell you much about it either when you asked him. Not knowing tore you apart, but you respected his wishes and didn't press the issue, deciding to help him in a way that wasn't invasive. You started with running him a bath, filling the tub with warm water and using some of your bath salts and lotions to create a more relaxing environment. You insisted on taking care of him, although Bucky didn't put up much resistance, surrendering to the soothing power of your caresses on his hair. Your fingers gently massaged his scalp, coating it with shampoo to remove all the dirt before rinsing it and repeating the process with conditioner.
He still found such intimacy a bit strange. Even though he enjoyed it, he still wasn't completely used to being cared for with the affection you showed him. It had been so long since anyone had treated him with such love and care that he could hardly remember it. But he felt safe in your hands, happy to have you in his life. A light of hope at the end of the dark tunnel of agony that had been his life. That was what you were to him. His second chance to live, to love. So he relaxed under your touch and let your gentle caresses take all the tiredness and worries out of his system.
But your pampering didn't end when Bucky got out of the tub. After he changed into his pajamas and laid down on his side of the bed, you emerged from the bathroom with a small white bag in your hands. You rested it on the nightstand and began pulling out various products he recognized from your skin care routine, arranging them in a nice neat line. 
"Doll... what are you doing?" Bucky asked, looking at the pink cat-ear headband you held in your hands. It was the one you always wore when you did your makeup or skin care routine, a tool you used to keep your hair out of your face while you worked. He always thought you looked adorable when you used it, but he didn't understand why you were directing it at him this time.
"Taking care of you." You replied as if it were obvious, "I want to show you the benefits of having a good skin care routine." Bucky hesitated for a moment, but eventually gave in to your soft smile and the sparkle of enthusiasm in your eyes. There was nothing he could say no to if you looked at him that way.
He gave you a slight nod and you took that as a signal to continue. You climbed onto the bed, settling onto his lap with one leg on either side of him, so you could face him and work more comfortably. Bucky put his hands on your hips instinctively, the cold metal of his fingers giving you goose bumps at the unexpected touch. But you didn't move them, you liked his hands there.
"First we have to make sure your hair is out of the way." You announced as you placed the headband on his head, making sure no hair was out of place or near his face. You couldn't help but let out a giggle as you admired Bucky wearing the accessory. The pink, furry cat ears looked so out of place it was ridiculous. The clear feminine energy of the headband clashed against the distinctive masculine look on his expression in a fun and charming way. It made him look adorable if you were honest, especially when he smiled at you. He could definitely pull it off.
"How do I look?" Bucky asked, batting his eyelashes in an exaggerated fashion. 
"Adorable." You replied between giggles, before giving him a quick peck on the lips.
When you broke apart, you began your skin care routine, taking a piece of cotton and your favorite micellar water to cleanse Bucky's skin. He looked at you closely, taking advantage of the position you were in to admire your beauty up close while you concentrated on soaking the cotton ball in the liquid. You were the most beautiful woman in the world, he was sure, and not only that, you were kind and loving too. A wonderful person all around and he still didn't understand how he had managed to get you by his side, but he was happy about it.
"Why do you have to clean my face? I just showered." Bucky mumbled with his eyes closed, feeling your delicate fingers on his chin as you ran wet cotton across his face.
You let out a giggle. "Water is not enough! And regular soap is too harsh on the skin of our face, so you need to use a cleanser or cream that is meant for the face."
"I never heard about that." Bucky frowned, tilting his head slightly to the side in confusion.
"Because you're a guy and guys are used to using one product for everything hygiene related."
“That’s not true!” he tried to defend himself, although he didn't sound very convinced.
You decided to skip a few steps in the routine to keep things simple. The idea was not only to pamper Bucky and help him relax, but also show him that maintaining a skin care routine didn't have to be complicated and could bring him many benefits. So you went straight to the eye cream, taking some with your ring finger and carefully applying it to the bags under his eyes.
"Stay still! You're gonna make me poke your eye if you move like that!"
"It already feels like you're poking my eye!"
"Don't be so dramatic!" You laughed, men really were cry babies. "Just close your eyes and trust me." Bucky grumbled, pouting. You planted a quick kiss on his lips, and that seemed to please him because he kept his eyes closed and stopped moving. Carefully, you spread the eye cream over his dark circles, giving his skin time to absorb the product before proceeding with the last step.
"What is that?" Bucky asked you curiously as you reached for the last tub in the line of products. 
"It's a night cream. You're supposed to use it at night after you wash your face to keep your skin moisturized."
"Isn't that what the other cream did?"
"No, silly! That was just for your under eye area, this helps hydrate the rest of your face. We need to give back all the good things we got rid off when we cleaned your skin of all the dirt and oils clogging your pores."
Bucky made an annoyed face, muttering about how complicated it all sounded. But the truth was, he was enjoying the extra attention you were giving him. He had you all to himself, the warmth of your body enveloping him in a comforting embrace as your fingers gently massaged his face. He couldn't think of a better definition of paradise than that. Just the two of you sharing an intimate moment, far from the horrors of the outside world. He could commit to a skin care routine if it involved at least a third of the pampering you were giving him at that moment.
"You don't need to use much," you continued your explanation, dipping one of your fingertips into the cream before bringing it up to Bucky's face. "Just a little bit here, here, here... and here." You painted a couple of white dots on his cheeks, forehead and chin, kissing the tip of his nose before applying a bit of cream to the area. It was such a cute and intimate act he almost blushed.
The first thing Bucky noticed about the cream was the scent. It had a light rose fragrance that was familiar to him, comforting even. It traveled up his nostrils as you massaged the cream into his face, sparking a warm and fuzzy feeling inside him. It took him a few seconds to understand that it was because that was the same rose scent he recognized on your skin whenever he kissed you, that sweet floral scent he had learned to recognize as home. He finally knew he had your choice in moisturizer to thank for it. 
"You're using your cream on me?"
"Yes, it's the only one I had. The perfume doesn't last long, don't worry. I'll buy you an unscented one tomorrow."
"No, don't! I like this one, it smells like you... it's like having a little piece of you with me all the time."
You didn't expect him to say that, so you weren't prepared for the tingling warmth of love that coursed through your body. The idea that he wanted to keep you close at all times, that he recognized your scent and found comfort and safety in it, made your heart melt with love. Bucky was normally a man of few words, and tended to show his feelings with other things rather than words. Acts of service were his most common way of showing how much he loved you, although he also resorted to spending quality time together whenever you had free time. But every once in a while, he would manage to drop a sentence like that, which in concise words made it clear how much he loved you. Always taking you by surprise, he would drop them at the most casual moments, leaving you completely stupid for a few seconds as you processed his words and wondered what you had done to deserve having someone so wonderful in your life. 
Bucky gave you a shy smile, cheeks turning pink under your gaze, feeling exposed and vulnerable. He looked so adorable that you couldn't help but join your lips with his in a slow, loving kiss. He reciprocated immediately, one of his hands leaving your waist to cradle your cheek, pressing you tighter against him and deepening the kiss. 
"I love you," you muttered against his lips, pressing your forehead against his as you gazed into his deep blue eyes.
Bucky smiled, feeling the last bit of stress evaporate from his system thanks to you and your sweetness.  "I love you too."
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queers-gambit · 6 days
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Adore Her, Dior Her
prompt: ( requested ) what good is having all that money if he can't spend it on the woman he loves?
pairing: Mafia!Bucky Barnes x female!reader
fandom masterlist: Marvel
word count: 4.3k+
warnings: author foams at the mouth for Mafia AUs, overwhelming fluff, cursing, not edited.
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"That's the one. That's one we should get!"
"You've said that about the past three dresses, Buck!" You groaned, smoothing your hands over the skirt. "We need to narrow this down, okay? The wedding's in a month!"
"Why did we even agree to go?"
You glared, "'Cause we love my brother and we're supporting him."
"But she's just so - "
"Jen. Her name's Jen."
Bucky nodded, leaning back on the cushioned chair, "Well, Jen's just wrong for him. Literally the definition of toxic."
"Does it count if they're toxic together? To each other?" You sighed, standing on the pedestal and turning to look in the three mirrors beside the dressing room.
"Of course it does," he stood, buttoning his suit jacket out of habit. He approached you, head cocking as he looked your body up and down to get the full view of the gown you tried on. "You're really okay letting him marry her? Turn this way a bit, baby, lemme see the front."
You scoffed, but took his offered hand and twisted on the small platform towards him, "You were there at Christmas, he doesn't listen to reason. So, if Daniel's convinced Jen's for him, as his sister, my only job is be supportive."
"They literally abuse each other," he pointed out.
"Well, he's not changing his mind. Okay? It's been three years, he won't budge, whenever someone brings up them breaking up, he goes into hiding - so, I don't know what else I can do," your hands slapped your thighs when you shrugged, "except just be there for him. Now, focus, please, help me narrow a dress down."
He shook his head as you turned to face the mirrors again, "Actually, you know what? I don't think anything in this store is for us."
The attendant perked up and scurried over, rushing, "Oh, well, we have a much larger selection in the back, Mr. Barnes - "
"That won't be necessary, Barbra, thank you, though," he nodded. "Doll," his hand planted on your waist, head over your shoulder as you still looked yourself over in the mirrors, "go get changed, I know where we need to go."
"Bucky, no, there's plenty of options here," you argued, twisting on the wee little pedestal to face him again. "We don't need to drop a stack on a dress - "
"You let me worry about the price tag," he smirked, leaning in to peck your cheek. "Just go change, pretty girl, c'mon. Step-to!"
You offered Barbra, the attendant, an apologetic smile as you shuffled back into the changing room; quickly stripping from the dress. When you exited in your street clothes, Bucky was tipping the aged woman for her effort in gathering your options, but the moment he saw you, his hand was extending to hold yours tightly.
"What was wrong with that store?" You asked when you stepped onto the noisy and busy street to approach the sleek, tinted car Bucky drove for day-to-day errands.
"We're not shopping at David's fucking Bridal."
"You literally drove us here," you laughed.
"Yeah, and then I had a much better idea," he smirked at you, unlocking the car and opening your passenger door. "C'mon, princess, just gotta trust me."
"Last time you said that - "
"That wasn't my fault," he groaned, cheeks flaring red in embarrassment. When you opened your mouth to retort, he rushed, "Aht, nope, don't say shit. C'mon, I'm taking you somewhere special so get that pretty ass in the car."
He grinned when you laughed and did as bid, feet safely inside when he closed the door after you were settled. Bucky easily jogged around the back of his car, New York busy this time of year as traffic flew past on the street and forced Buck slow. He dropped into the driver's seat, sniffling slightly.
"Reminds me," Bucky smirked as he pulled onto the street, "how would you feel about us going to Aspen this winter?"
You sighed, "Why?"
"You wanna stay in New York for Christmas?"
"Well, yeah! It's so magical."
"Okay, so, we can go over New Years?"
You sighed, "You know, we don't have to go anywhere..."
"Sweetheart," he cleared his throat, "I actually have some business in Aspen, this will just help determine when I schedule the meetings for."
"Oh," you nodded slowly.
He sighed, "I know my job isn't orthodox, but business is business, right, sugar?”
"No, yeah, yeah, I get it. It sounds kinda nice, maybe we can go skiing."
"You know how to ski?"
"No, but I'm sure someone in Aspen could help teach me."
Bucky grinned. The drive was full of easy conversation, neither you nor Bucky dwelling on his business dealings, always feeling as if it was taboo given his station in the Mafia. So when he pulled up in front of a designer store, you gawked. "Now, if we can't find something here - "
"Um, absolutely not," you laughed. "Bucky, I can't even afford to walk into a place like that!"
"Good thing I'm paying," he smirked. He assisted you out of the car, tossing his keys to one of his security guards who had been following in a separate, tinted vehicle. When you both entered the dimly lit store, you were blown away by the gorgeous minimalist design; warm lighting, open floor space, and racks of different clothing options.
"Ah, Mr. Barnes! Hello, hello, hello!" A new attendant greeted with more enthusiasm than you would've greeted any of your clients, approaching you two. She shook your boyfriend's hand vigorously, "To what do we owe this pleasure?"
Bucky wrapped his arm around your waist, "Looking for a dress to wear to a wedding."
She offered you a forced smile, telling your boyfriend swiftly with her teeth on full display, "You came to the right spot!"
"See?" Bucky smirked at you. "All right, Valeria, what's first?"
Valeria waved you both onward to a private changing room, offering complimentary sparkling waters, coffees, teas - even offering to go retrieve anything you two would want from the Starbucks down the block. Valeria took your measurements and dress size, making idle chit-chat with Bucky and making it obvious he was a regular in the store, then scurrying off to collect an armful of options.
"This is - wow," you nodded in impression, petting the material of the display dresses hung along the wall.
"Like it?"
"It's growing on me," you eased with a small shrug, hearing Bucky chuckle and for his phone to chime. You perused the place as he became glued to the little device, sat in front of the dressing rooms.
Valeria returned with another attendant carrying coffees. "Right this way, Mrs. Barnes," Valeria directed you into a changing room, missing the giddy look you sent Bucky over your shoulder at being called his wife. "All right, so," she sighed, hanging up the dresses she selected, "I think these are modest enough for a wedding, but still glamorous to turn a few heads."
You hummed, "They're kinda short, don't know if that's the energy I want to be giving off at my brother's wedding."
"They'll fit differently once on but we can always accommodate," she assured, pulling one from the hanger. "Here we go," she assisted you, zipping you in and looking you over. "Oh, it's just darling on you! Look at that, not a single hair outta place, right?"
You giggled lightly, "It's certainly pretty."
"Shall we show Mr. Barnes?"
You nodded, following her out to reveal Bucky sitting on a plush loveseat, sipping his coffee. His eyes widened when he saw you, nodding, "Oh, yeah. This is what I'm talking about."
"Hush, we're only buying one."
His eyes rolled, "I'll buy the whole damn store if I want."
"You don't own it already? Hm," you teased, perking your brows.
"Keep sayin' shit, I'll cut a check right now - "
"Bucky," you tisked, moving to the runway mirrors. "It's a little tight, isn't it?"
"It's snug," Valeria agreed. "Is there a color scheme for the wedding?"
"Um," you paused, "I'm not sure - I just know it's in winter, like, in a month."
"Maybe a pretty powder blue?" She looked to Bucky, who nodded. "Or how about a pale green? Like an olive tone?"
"She looks gorgeous in anything," Bucky smirked from behind you, taking another pull of his coffee.
"What about that brown number?" You asked, ignoring the way his compliments made you feel like the only girl he's ever seen in the world.
"You have a very good eye, Mrs. Barnes," Valeria nodded. She asked her coworker to go find your size, taking you back into the dressing room. You narrowed down the options without changing again, not wanting anything black or dark since it was a wedding and not a funeral. Though, you knew Bucky would disagree.
You showed your boyfriend a pretty little green dress, but he shook his head. "I thought the black was nice," he told you.
"I'm not wearing black to a wedding," you laughed lightly. "It screams bad luck to me, don't you think?"
"Think it's more of a statement, sayin' the entire event is a sham and they shouldn't be doing this," Bucky snickered, the other attendant, Laura, returning with a pretty brown dress. "That satin?" He asked, rubbing the material when it was presented to you both.
"It's very fashionable now," Laura nodded, "and it's not too dark."
"Since when is it a rule to not wear dark colors to a wedding? I miss the memo?" Buck leaned back to his seat.
All three women offered him a small look, you chuckling under your breath before Valeria was leading you back into the changing room. "If I may, Mrs?" She spoke softly, "I've known Mr. Barnes for a number of years but he's never brought anyone into the store. Then, one day, he tells me he needs a new suit because the 'girl of his dreams' had agreed to a date, and every time since then?" She smiled softly at you, "He's sang your praises. I'm very honored you're trusting me with helping you today."
"Oh," you blinked in shock, giggling nervously, "well, thank you very much, Valeria, now I know why his suits are always top of the line." She waved you off, making you add, "And for the record, I'm not Mrs. Barnes, guess that'd be his mother, wouldn't it?"
"Oh," her eyes widened, gasping softly, "oh, I'm so sorry, I didn't know, I just - he talks so highly about you - "
"No, it's okay, it's okay," you rushed, patting her arm. "I actually kind of like it..."
She hummed, zipping you into another dress, "You know, he's the reason my girl and I are together."
"Really? How'd that happen?"
Valeria chuckled, "He's very bold, your man. We were getting coffee one day, discussing his wardrobe for a business trip he had in Hong Kong, when my lady walked in. I went all silly and stupid, and Mr. Barnes just," she shook her head with a fond smile, "brazenly asked her out for me, in front of the whole shop."
"Oh, Jesus, yeah - sounds like him."
"Well, luckily, it worked, else I don't think he would've come back for my assistance. I was so embarrassed, you have no idea, but my lady - Charlie - thought it was charming and cute. Mr. Barnes hasn't let me live it down since. Says he demands an invite to the wedding." She met your eyes through the mirror, offering, "And I'd be really happy to give him a plus one, hmm?"
"You're so sweet," you whispered, turning to survey the dress. You spent the better part of three hours there, trying on dress after dress, nitpicking almost everything as you just weren't sure what to wear. Bucky wasn't much help, he just approved everything.
So, it was up to Valeria and Laura to help you; bringing out iPads and design books, trying to piece something together that best fit your comfort and the vibe of the wedding. You didn't want to look like a walking money bag since your family wasn't by any means wealthy, thinking it would be a slap to their faces since your boyfriend could spend his money without ever thinking about it. You didn't want to give your family any reason to talk behind your back.
"I like the brown satin," Laura offered softly, looking you over in the mirror. "But the blue is just wow, it really looks like it was made for you, doesn't it?"
"Yes, but I think the green compliments her eyes more," Valeria cocked her head in thought. "Are you wearing your hair up or down?"
"Up," you answered, trying to mimic the look by pulling your locks off your shoulders, "with thin jewelry, I think."
"Diamonds?"
"Pearls, if I can find a dress that looks nice with it," you smiled, seeing Bucky's reflection in the mirror watching you with a soft smile on his face; head titled in thought before his phone chimed again and warranted his attention. "Maybe we could try the pink dress?" You looked to the two women for an opinion.
"No," Valeria shook her head, "it washes you out. And pink in winter? Oh, sweetie, I'd lose my job if I let you leave here with that. Guess that means you'll have to come back in the spring, right?"
You grinned in response as Laura chimed in, "The green's actually really nice, but the brown looks much better with your body type." Then she turned to Bucky, prompting, "Mr. Barnes? Final decision - which dress?"
Bucky paused, musing, "Lemme see them all again, get one last taste. It's between the green and brown numbers?"
"Or the blue," Valeria nodded. "C'mon, sweetie," she offered her hand to help you off the wee runway you were perched on in front of the magnificent mirrors.
"You look sensational in them all, doll, how the hell am I supposed to choose just one?" Bucky teased, his canines on display from the broad grin that stretched his lips.
"You'll find a way," you answered.
"Awh, telling me Mr. Big-Tough-Manly-Business-Man who makes impossible decisions everyday can't choose a simple piece of fashion?" Valeria tacked on.
"You guys can't pick either!" He laughed, "And you do a helluva lot more shopping than I do!"
Laura, Valeria, and you paused to exchange looks, you pointing at Bucky and relenting in a drawl, "Touché."
When you were escorted back into the dressing room, Laura waiting outside the door for your privacy with Valeria, Bucky sat back on the plush loveseat and extended his one arm over the back of the seating. He smirked to himself, shaking his head as if in disbelief - but he was. Bucky was in disbelief.
How did a rugged Mob boss find himself here? Watching his girl like a private fashion show?
His whole life, all he knew was turmoil, pain, drama, and fear. He knew he would inherit his father's well-built organization after he passed and knew what this life would entail; having no preconceived notions about a quiet life. He knew he would have to be tougher than tough, adaptable, intelligent, and confident in his role as the head of the 3-6 Brooklyn Mob. Knowing the idea of a family was farfetched, knowing he'd never know the simple pleasures in life, that he would constantly be on the move - in-able to form real, sentimental, emotional connections. He knew, in this life, he'd remain alone for everyone's best interest and safety, indulging in a series of flings and one-off relationships that couldn't haunt him.
Yet they did. These encounters reminded Bucky how alone, how stranded, how isolated, how different he was. Instead of satisfying an unquenchable thirst, these fleeting partners became heavy anchors to Bucky's reality and reminded him that there was no such thing as love - nor was there any room or logic.
And then... He met you. Bucky's lips silently spread in a grin as he remembered meeting you at a bakery; purchasing the last slice of coconut cream pie to your absolute chagrin. He thought you were gorgeous, something ethereal and unobtainable; authentic, raw, and unfiltered - things his one night stands could never measure up to. So, he offered you the slice of pie if it meant giving him your number as currency.
After that, it was impossible for Bucky to consider ever being alone again because you were the sun; center of the universe that drew everyone into your orbit. He was smitten, content, excited to date you, turned on by the fact you had no idea who he was - a rare occurrence in the city. You were pure as fresh snow; sweet, kind, affectionate, attentive, and borderline overly empathetic.
Bucky knew he was in love with you after only a few weeks when he had shown up at your apartment, dripping in blood. You didn't panic like he feared you would, just checked up and down the hallway before yanking him into your home. You cleaned him up, tending to wounds, offering a safe space for him to relax in; making mindless conversation to help distract him from the pain he endured.
And now? Now, Bucky was sat in Dior, giving his opinion on your wedding guest dress; wondering how he allowed himself to get to this point of being domestic. Bucky wasn't a man to give his opinion on dresses, what color nail polish you should use, to send fresh bouquets of flowers every other week. Yet here he was, sipping too-expensive coffee, deciding between brown, green, and blue dresses that he never would've batted an eye at.
However, that was just the domino effect you caused in his life. You were sweeter than apple pie, becoming Bucky's one tether to reality that saved him from losing himself in this dark, criminal mindset he adopted. You didn't know it, but you had transformed Bucky from a brooding asshole into a boyfriend; someone you were proud to claim and never hid from - never shied away from. He admired the way you came to terms with his job, knowing it was a hard pill to swallow and yet noting the way you just accepted him as he was.
Bucky realized in that moment that he adored this new aspect of life after thinking it was impossible to obtain. He adored sitting here, offering opinions on dresses, his security left outside instead of hovering over him like a brutal reminder he was seedy. He loved having you to come home to, he loved being part of your mundane world - a person who went to weddings, who drank Starbucks, who asked her boyfriend his opinion about how she looked in dresses. Who thought bouquets of flowers were romantic, who baked him homemade cakes for his birthday, who worked overtime in order to afford his Christmas or birthday presents, who walked to the takeout place instead of paying for delivery.
All that you are, Bucky adored deeply; falling in love with you each and every single day. All he wanted to do was protect you, share his life with you, even pick out outfits for weddings you would attend. He knew if any of the men in his organization knew the extent of his affection, they'd surely weaponize it against him... Or at the very least, tease him relentlessly. Yet he never cared, knowing you wanted to be loved out loud instead of hidden away in a storage closet; but did care if it meant his enemies could use you to get to him. It was a risk, an occupation hazard for loved ones to become targets, but that only made Bucky so much more protective of you.
Laura glanced at Bucky and saw the fond smile soften to let his teeth trap his bottom lip, smiling at the Mob boss looking soft, content, smitten being there. She knew most boyfriends would never put this much effort into helping their girlfriends in the fashion department, thinking he must've been truly in love to look so at-ease. Plus his enthusiasm through the entire ordeal assured her that Bucky was genuinely enjoying himself.
Once again, you slipped into the blue dress and showed Bucky. He hummed and snapped a photo, asking you to turn this way and that. Then you tried the green dress, him taking another photo, and finally, you changed into the brown satin dress, facing Bucky for his final verdict.
Bucky hummed in contemplation, swiping through the photos. "You know what?" He asked, looking at you with a grin. "You look delectable in everything, I can't decide - so, let's just get them all."
"Bucky, no - "
"We'll take all three, Valeria, please," Bucky interrupted you.
You waited until the attendants left you alone with a knowing look shot in your direction to ring up the desired purchases, hip cocking and hands to your hips. With an underlying exasperation, you questioned, "What the hell, Buck?"
He grinned and stood, again, buttoning his suit jacket, "C'mon, princess, this is fun, right? Being spoiled?." His arms wrapped around your waist, looking down at you as if you hung the very sun that sucked him into your orbit. "What's the point of all my money if I can't spend it on you? Huh?"
"You can save it for a rainy day?"
He shrugged, "Not necessary."
"Maybe pay to send some underprivileged kids to go to college?"
"Well, there's a thought," your boyfriend mused, "but I already do that through the Stark Foundation. I sponsor a few scholarships."
"Okay, well, buying all three still doesn't help me decide what to wear," you chuckled, you mimicked his action and wrapped your arms tightly around the base of his ribs. Due to his height, your head had to tip backwards to meet his eyes with a small smile.
You could look at this gorgeous man all day, everyday if God ever permitted such an act. Why wasn't dating a paid activity? You'd be the top earner with the way you were absolutely enthralled with all Bucky Barnes was. And what an honor it was to earn his mutual adoration.
"We'll figure it out at home. Gotta get you moving in the material to make an honest judgement," he offered softly. "But you look gorgeous in all of them, baby, seriously. Like, drop dead gorgeous that makes every girl brim with jealousy. Shit, doll, you're gonna run the risk of outshining the bride."
You sighed, "Look, Buck, I appreciate what you're doing, but three designer dresses? Where the hell am I ever gonna wear them? What kinda event calls for overpriced fashion statements?"
Buck eased with a soft expression, "Guess I'll just have to take you out so you can put them all to good use, huh?"
"That's not a solution!"
"Is to me," he let a hand drift to roughly palm the meat of your ass cheek over the brown satin; another symptom of him being whipped, his comfort over public displays of affection. "Seriously, doll, how the hell did I get so lucky?"
"Hmm?"
"Just look at you, my girl," he chuckled lightly, "radiant in anything you put on. It's almost unfair, makes me wonder what I did so right to have someone like you I can call my own. I can't wait to show you off in those dresses, just look so Goddamn tantalizing. I mean, damn, baby, I'm gonna have to fight off men with my gun and the jealous women with a stick."
"You do realize we're already dating, you don't have to lay it on so thick."
"And you do realize being with you makes me the luckiest bastard in the city, right? Least I can do is spoil you, I've already got everything else I've ever wanted."
Your heart swelled at his words, sighing gently as your chin rested on his chest to keep your head tilted. Softly, you admitted, "I don't think you're the lucky one, pretty sure the honor's mine. I couldn't ask for anything more in a man - in a partner. I'm so fucking in love with you, Bucky, it honestly doesn't make sense."
He nodded, asking, "Know what else doesn't make sense?"
"What's that?"
"You refusing those dresses, I mean, c'mon!" He laughed, you groaning and releasing your hold; making his tighten to prevent you from escaping. "Those dresses look phenomenal on you, you really gonna reject my gift? C'mon, you know the rules, doll, if you adore her, you Dior her." You were ready to retort, but Bucky smiled, "For the record, I think you should wear the blue dress to the wedding."
"Blue it is," you smiled, lifting onto your toes and hooking a hand around the back of his neck to meet his lips in a scratchy kiss. "Thank you so much, baby," you whispered, feeling his lips spread against yours before he brought you back in for a much-more passionate kiss. "Hm!" You hummed, pulling away to scold, "But no more, all right? You spend too much money on me - I mean, who the hell needs three designer dresses?"
"You do," he whispered, "you deserve all of this, sugar, and I'll do what I can t'spoil you the way you should be. Might as well get used to it, I got no plans on stopping."
Your eyes rolled in good faith, excusing yourself, "Yeah, yeah, all right. Lemme get changed and we can - "
"Nah," he shook his head, petting the skin of your back exposed from the brown satin dress with his fingertips, "know what? Stay in the dress, I wanna take you out and show you off."
Your lips found his in a breath-sucking kiss, trying to convey your appreciation and giddiness over never having been spoiled like this in your entire life - feeling grateful, refreshed, and privileged for a man like Bucky in your life. Whatever greater force there was in this world, you thanked repeatedly for choosing you to love this man and for this man to love you. There was no telling what you did to deserve him, but blessed be those heavenly powers.
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stuckymonkey · 7 months
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Mafia Bucky Au
Pairing - mafia!bucky x fem!reader
Summary - y/n lived an ordinary life as a surgical resident in New York. Her father left when she was young, and her mother recently passed away. Bucky was promised by her father to get his firstborn daughter, unfortunately for y/n, that fits her description perfectly. Kind of enemies to lovers.
Warnings - violence, angst, being taken against will/kidnapping, mentions of death, stitches and medical things, mentions of suicide, mild cursing
Word count - 3.5k
a/n - i was feeling some angst, let me know what you think! feedback is always appreciated!
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"Clamp" Joe said from across to table to one of the scrub nurses. "Lap pads" I said. We were doing a coronary artery bypass graft on a six year old patient. Five hours in and Lena was doing really well. She had maintained stability the entire time, making recovery look good for her.
I was about to irrigate when the door to the OR burst open. Me and Joe didn't look up, too focused on finishing Lena's cabg, starting to close up her heart with delicate sutures. "Y/n Y/L/N?" a low masculine voice boomed out. My head shot up to meet Joe's eyes, silently asking what to do. Her eyes were almost as wide as mine.
That voice belonged to James Barnes, head of the Brooklyn mafia. They had access to anywhere and everywhere in Brooklyn, no questions asked.
After having a silent conversation, we both opted to go back to Lena's heart. The voice boomed again, this time louder and much closer. "Y/n, scrub out." Joe whispered. I couldn't scrub out. Not now. Not while it was just me and Joe with a few scrub nurses. She couldn't close alone. "No." I kept suturing, almost to the point where we could start to close up entirely. "What?!" her head jerked up "I said no. You can't close on your own. Lena has been my patient for six months. I know everything about her, and her family. I am finishing this surgery with you and I will be there when they see their baby girl for the first time in six hours." I clipped the last suture, ready to close up her chest. "Y/n, I think you should listen to Joe and scrub out."
I suddenly felt cold metal pressed to my temple. "Put the tools down Y/L/N. I'm not afraid to pull this trigger." I heard the click of a bullet sliding into place at the end of his threat. I was shaking with tears running down my cheeks at this point. "I'm sorry," I said to Joe, it was obvious that I was crying. Through blurry eyes, I saw a tear slide down her cheek too.
What was going to happen to Lena? And her family? What would Joe tell them? I stepped back from the table and let Mike, my favourite nurse, help me take off my gown and relieve my trembling hands from my sterile blue gloves.
Even if I wanted to, I couldn't go back to that table. By pressing a gun to my head, James had broken the sterile field. "Well done," James spoke lowly into my ear. I hadn't noticed when, but his hand was wrapped securely around my arm. He led me away from the table, out of the OR and into the hallway where he stood in front of the elevator. The entire time my sobs never ceased and neither did the grip he had on my arm.
He let go before we left the elevator. Outside, many of what were probably his men waited for us. They lined the hallways. I felt like a sheep being herded by big, powerful, scary wolves. Tears were still running down my face as I made eye contact with my Chief of Surgery and Resident Chief. I had grown close with them over the years, and now they were watching me be escorted out of the hospital.
They knew what this meant. I was taken. The mafia had me now. Tears ran down their faces, and the faces of my coworkers who I loved like family. I tried to keep my head up to let them know I would be okay, but I couldn't help the way my shoulder shook from my sobs.
James helped me into a black car. In the front seat was a blonde, with a driver who had dark skin and short hair. I didn't try to hide the fact that I wanted to be anywhere but here. I felt exhausted, more emotionally than mentally.
"Where are we going?" I asked. "Home." James said, adjusting the cuff of his dress shirt. "I hate you, James Barnes." I said, defeat laced in my tone. "Please, call me Bucky." he said. He sounded sad. That bastard. How did he have the nerve to be sad when he is the one who chose to steal me out of my OR. "What are you going to do when I kill myself?" I asked. "You won't kill yourself." the driver spoke up. "Sam-" the blonde said in a nervous and warning tone.
"She won't." he said, looking at the blonde. "You're y/n y/l/n. You're a surgeon." he said, looking at me through the rearview mirror. Everyone's attention was on him as he refocused on the road. "You saved my sister's life, Sarah Wilson. Pancreatic cancer. Four hours after being in your OR she was cancer free. We were told to start planning her funeral. I was signing paperwork to legally adopt my nephews, but you saved her life." he looked into the rearview mirror at me again. "Thank you."
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We arrived at "home". During the long ride to the outskirts of Brooklyn, I learned that the blonde's name is Steve. He and Sam were Bucky's seconds in command. Steve helped with the dirty stuff like interrogations, and dealing with orders and shipments of weapons. Sam helped as well but he was also really good at chauffeuring Bucky wherever he needed to go.
There was a very very long gravel driveway leading up to Bucky's huge mansion. It was pretty, I had to admit. Nice dark brick with ivy, a beautiful garden that I bet Steve helped out with, and a peaceful fountain in the center of the drive. I noticed more fountains in the garden area. We had passed tall black iron gates on the way in, giving me an eerie feeling of what the interior of the mansion would be like. Probably dark and scary.
Boy, was I wrong. The inside was beautiful. White marble stairs, golden curtains and natural light everywhere. It felt soft and safe, while still looking professional and wealthy. I was scared to touch anything, it all looked so clean and like everything was in its place.
Bucky dismissed Sam and Steve, leading me up the stairs and to the right of the hall. We walked for quite a bit before he turned into a room. "This is yours. You are to sleep here and I will have all of your stuff here in the next two weeks." He turned to face me, "My office is down the hall to the left, first hall to your right. My room is down the hall to the right, first room on your left hand side. If you need anything, ask me, Sam or Steve. Nobody else lives here but the four of us." he sounded so calm and collected. Did he steal people often?
"I don't live here." I corrected him. The quirk in his eyebrow let me know I shouldn't have spoken. I didn't care. It couldn't get any worse than this. "You do live here. You will not leave this property until you ask me for permission and you have been assigned an escort." "I do not live here! You do not own me, and I am going home. I have to go to work, and I will not stay here." I clenched my jaw, waiting for him to say something.
"Y/n, you live here. Your father promised me his first born daughter just before your mother got pregnant. He was a horrible man, you knew that. Your mother never knew about the deal. You are mine and you will not be leaving. Are we clear?" I hated how the tone of his voice made me clench my thighs together, but I hated even more how he was speaking to me and how he thought he could just keep me here.
"No! I will not stay here! You stole me out of my OR while I WAS IN THE MIDDLE OF A SURGERY! An open heart surgery. A poor young girl's life was in my hands, Bucky!!!! You could have killed her!! She was INNOCENT!! I hate you. She could have died. Her parents have been in and out of hospitals with her for six years!! Six years, Bucky! She is six years old and her whole life has been within the walls of hospitals and I had a chance to change that. You could have ruined her life and I hate you." I was so angry, tears were running down my face again. I felt warm and exhausted. The urge to just sleep and hope this was a really really bad dream came over me. "Get out." I spat through my teeth, daring him to challenge my order.
He almost looked pitiful as he left my room and closed the door behind him.
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The bed was uncomfortable, and I had none of my own possessions. Bucky had come in later to apologize, which fell on deaf ears. He had thankfully given me one of his shirts and some sweatpants before he went back to his office. The sheets on the bed were scratchy, and his pants were too warm.
At around 2 a.m, after no luck at sleeping, I slipped out of my room and headed towards his office, just like he had directed. I figured he would be there, being a surgeon I know what it's like to stay up late to get work done, especially if you're stressed. Which I assume he was after kidnapping someone.
I opened the door slowly to reveal Bucky. His jacket was discarded and a few of the buttons on his shirt were undone. "What are you doing here?" He asked after looking up at me. I felt his gaze rake over my body, now only clad in his shirt and a pair of my underwear. "I need your help," I said calmly. I was desperate after only a few hours with this man. I felt pathetic.
Bucky's eyebrow quirked, encouraging me to continue. "My dog, Joe is probably watching her. I wouldn't know because you took my phone, but that's what I'm assuming." he looked intrigued, with his head tilted to the side and his hands still instead of typing. "If Joe isn't watching her, she only has enough food and water for one day, unless she drinks out of the toilet bowl, but I don't really want her to do that, not that it isn't clean! But she's a big dog and-" "y/n." His cold voice stopped me right in my tracks. Shit. This is probably where he refuses to help me get my dog.
"Please," my eyes began to water at the thought of her at home, all alone, wondering where I went, and then possibly starving to death without anyone to take care of her. "She's my best friend, and I promise she won't be any trouble, I'll pay for everything, I'll even pay a rent fee or something! I just really need my dog back." I think he could see my lip wobble because that look of pity from earlier came back.
"I used to have a dog," his voice surprised me just as much as his words. I looked up at him inquisitively, "She was a Great Dane named Nala. I get it. I'll arrange to pick her up tomorrow, and some of your things later in the week." "Thank you." I whispered before turning to leave his office.
"What's her name?" I heard just before I reached the door. "Hazel," I smiled at the memory of her. "She's an Irish wolf hound." I said sheepishly. at my confession, he smiled. "Goodnight y/n." "Goodnight Bucky."
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It's been a week since we got Hazel, and Bucky has seemed kinder and kinder every day. It was probably just because Hazel was such a good dog, but a part of me hoped I helped to make him happier too. When I brought it up to Steve and Sam they had both agreed it wasn't just my dog.
Another night rolled around and I still didn't have anything else of my own. I had been sharing clothes with all three of the men, including underwear. The night was the worst time for me, always leaving me frustrated at my inability to get comfortable enough to sleep. Hazel had no problems, sleeping soundly at the foot of my bed just like she would at home. Or my old house? Was this place really my home?
At 1 a.m, when I hadn't heard any movement in a while I snuck out to Bucky's bedroom where I knew he wouldn't be. He was still in his office working, I knew because I hadn't heard him walk to his room, something he doesn't usually do until at least 3 a.m. Hazel had decided to follow me, making this a bit harder to get away with when being followed by a huge Irish wolfhound.
Slowly, I opened the door to his bedroom. It was gorgeous. He had an abundance of pillows, a soft blanket at the end of his bed and thick creamy coloured duvet. Dark wood furniture decorated the room, complemented by dark curtains and hunter green walls. The place was gorgeous and very well decorated. I moved closer to his bed and found an extra soft blanket under the duvet. I slid it out and draped it over Hazel's back so my hands could hold other stuff. I grabbed a body length grey pillow, deciding he wouldn't miss it for one night.
Before he came to his room, we scurried back to my bed as quietly as possible, Hazel not dropping the blanket once.
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"That's the best she's slept in weeks, boss." I could hear voices outside of my bedroom. Steve. The curtains were closed, so it was still nice and dark in my room, then another voice spoke, "Really? She hasn't been sleeping well this whole time?". Bucky. "No, she tosses and turns all night. Honestly, I would too if I didn't have anything of my own.". Sam. "She likes your pillow though." Steve commented.
I didn't want to get up yet but I didn't want to be watched either. I slowly opened my eyes and lifted my head to see the three men in my doorway. Steve and Sam smiled before walking away with waves directed at me. I waved back before focusing my gaze on Bucky.
"I see you like my stuff." he smirked, slowly making his way towards my bed. Hazel jumped off to go find food, her bowls had been placed in the kitchen. "You know, it's wrong to steal sweetheart." Bucky was looking down at me now, his hands in the pockets of his neat dress pants. "You left me with no other choice," I said without much confidence.
"I don't have any of my things, and these sheets are god awful and scratchy." "Maybe I just like seeing you in my clothes," he hummed. A warm blush coated my cheeks as he leaned closer. "You're kinda cute sweetheart." At this point I could smell his minty breath, and feel it as well. "Give me my stuff, and you'll get yours back." I suggested before flopping down on my bed and pulling the covers over me, specifically the blanket I stole right off of his own bed.
He laughed before tugging at the blanket to reveal me clinging to his body sized pillow like a koala. I refused to meet his gaze, instead keeping my eyes closed. "I can't sleep unless I'm comfortable." I stated.
"I get that. We'll have Steve pick your stuff up, but you can keep the pillow." he winked.
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That afternoon, Bucky had sat down and had lunch with me. He made eggs, bacon and fluffy toast. I helped a little, making us tea and setting the plates at the black marble island.
"So, I was thinking, you can start working remotely until they absolutely need you back at the hospital." his eyes met mine, waiting for a reaction. I was excited, but I tried not to show it too much since I really shouldn't have been taken from the hospital in the first place. "Then, once I'm sure it's safe, you can go back."
"Safe?" How did my safety play into this decision? I was confused, I was always safe at the hospital, save for the occasional confused patient. "Y/n, your father had a lot of enemies, quite a few of them are associated with other mafias, none as well built or known as my own. He promised you to me in hopes that peace could be made, but he betrayed several of his promises and upset more people than he could handle. Because they can't get to your father, they might get to you next."
"Fine. But I need to get to the hospital sooner rather than later. I have a million patients and I've missed so many rounds. For all I know, Lena could be out of the hospital by now. I haven't had contact with anyone for weeks." I sighed, to which he frowned at. "I know, and I do feel bad but I also care about your safety."
I blushed at his admittance, not used to being romantically cared for. Over the days that turned into weeks, we had grown to like each other. Maybe this arrangement would end up working after all.
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"Fuck."
Bucky had given me a space to work within his office, so that's where I was when I heard a string of curses and muffled groans near midnight. The door suddenly swung open, revealing a bloody and battered Bucky.
"James?" I asked. "Hey -shit- y/n/n." He clutched his right arm to his abdomen. There was so much blood from so many different places. "It looks like you need my help," I sassed, getting up to help him settle down on the leather couch. His "yeah" was cut off by a groan. "I need to take your shirt off, okay?" Concern was surely painted on my face as I saw his blood soaked jacket.
"At least buy me dinner first," he laughed. "Ha ha. I'm glad you're in a decent mood," I said while starting to unbutton his white work shirt. I rolled up the sleeves of his black Henley that I was borrowing. He had three major wounds: one on his cheek, one on his right arm and one located on his lower abdomen.
"This is going to hurt," I warned, getting the first aid kit from across the room and preparing the peroxide. He hissed as I poured it over every wound, dabbing them after with gauze. "You're doing great," I tried to smile sympathetically while remaining focused.
"I'm going to stitch your face first, okay?" I asked, getting the supplies ready. "I don't need stitches." he countered. "Bucky, this wound is deep and it's not going to stop bleeding until I close it. You need stitches." "Doll, I'm fine, just leave it."
"Right! Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry! I forgot that you had a medical degree." I said sarcastically. He blushed in return and stayed still while I started to stitch his cheek.
A part of me wanted to make a jab about being out of practice, due to being kidnapped from the hospital, but I held back. Bucky was a good man and we were starting to bond and get along way better than I had ever anticipated. I learned that he had a sister, Steve had been his best friend since highschool, and he had inherited the mafia from his father.
James was a man who loved dogs, and making sure the ones he loved were safe, from his best friend all the way down to Anne, the maid and housekeeper. Another hiss pulled me from my thoughts. "Sorry," I winced. "Almost done."
"Thank you" he said after I patched each site with gauze and polysporin. "Anytime." "I guess we make more sense than I thought." he said as we sipped coffee in the kitchen. "How so?" I laughed. "A surgeon and a mafia boss. I could use you doll." He smiled. I tilted my head to the side in mock offense. " 's that all I am to you? A good pair of hands to tend to your messes, Mr. Barnes?" I asked. "No no no! I just mean that we make sense, you know?" I smiled at him over my mug. "I know."
He started leaning closer to me, to the point where I could feel his breath on my lips. Bucky's eyes met mine over the small table, his flesh hand coming up to cup my cheek, the other resting its cooler touch on my neck, pulling me in. I never fought once, instantly kissing him back when I felt his lips meet mine.
I sighed into the kiss, letting him hold my face and tip it back. His tongue caressed my lower lip before bringing it into his mouth, sucking on it tenderly. My hand moved to cover his flesh one, leaning into his touch slightly. He inhaled me as he pulled back. I felt my face flush and go warm and his hungry gaze, as if I was his prey and he wanted to devour me whole. "Bucky," I panted.
He smirked devilishly. "You like that, doll?" I nodded dumbly at his question. Bucky's eyes creased at the corners when he smiled, tilting his head down to look at me. "I like you," I whispered. He leaned closer, "I like you too, printessa."
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Over the weeks, I had started sharing Bucky's room with him. I had an abundance of plush blankets and soft pillows to cuddle with. He had started coming to bed earlier, and I have started back at the hospital. Joe and my other friends missed me while I was away, and I can guarantee that I missed them just as much, if not more. My Resident Chief and Chief of Surgery both cried when they saw me walk back into the hospital lobby, happy and unharmed.
Life was good again, and I finally felt peace.
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Third Date Etiquette | Bucky Barnes
a/n: Bucky is def my comfort character and writing for him when I haven't in so long is AHHHH. please enjoy 💗
pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader
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The ingredients lay before you on the table. Potatoes, onions, garlic, carrots, and most importantly–chicken. Your nerves were wracked as you studied the contents of the recipe over and over, practically committing it to memory. It was your third date with the extremely captivating and handsome man, Bucky Barnes. You two quite literally ran into one another at the local Starbucks–you with a very sweet and frothy latte, Bucky with a bitter iced black coffee. 
“Hi,” Bucky had said to you, piercing blue eyes like windows to the soul. You immediately took comfort. Weird, but you felt safe and you hadn’t been in his presence all but for 30 seconds. 
“Hi,” you answer with a sheepish smile, admiring your hands. “I’m sorry, I wasn’t watching where I was going.” 
He smiled in the friendliest of ways. It wasn’t every day you slammed into the hard chest of a man who looked as though he just stepped off of the latest Men’s GQ issue. His scent was homey, earthy. Woodsy and aromatic, he smelled like citrus and sex. The good kind of sex, too. Mouth-watering sex, the kind that will have your toes curling and aching at a memory recalled throughout your normal day. 
Introductions were quickly exchanged and you were shocked when the stranger who you found to be Bucky asked for your number. By the end of the day, he asked you to dinner, and now just a few weeks later this was lucky date number three. And you offered to cook for him. Your grandmother said that a way to a man’s heart is through his stomach. So with that information tucked away nicely in your brain, you asked if he had any food allergies, and mentioned chicken, and Bucky was immediately on board. He offered to bring the wine. 
As you began to prepare your chicken and cut up your veggies, you heard the knock on your apartment door. A soft smile spans across your face as you wash up your hands and race for the door, eager like a teenager falling in love for the first time. Inhaling slowly to try and dampen the quick thud of your heart, you check your reflection in the mirror and ensure you look presentable. Opening the door, Bucky stands there in a pair of dark jeans that hug thick thighs wonderfully, a navy blue v-neck tee, and his jacket. In his hand is a bouquet of roses and the bottle of wine he promised to bring.
“Hey, Doll,” he smiles. It didn’t take him long to give you a sweet little pet name, and ‘doll’ was so fitting, as if he came straight out of the 1950s. 
“Hello, handsome.” you say breathlessly, ushering him to come inside. He steps over the threshold and pops a gentle kiss onto your cheeks, his warm lips and slight scruff a perfect mixture that sends your heart into overdrive and an ocean down below. 
You take the flowers and wine from him, laughing over your shoulder as he comments on your sweet little apartment. “It’s very cozy in here.” he laughs, admiring the bookshelf in the corner filled to the brim with all of your favorite reads. From historical romance to paranormal, all the way to romantasy and the occasional dark romance, you had something for every mood. 
“Thank you!” you beam. “It’s not much, but it’s home.” 
Bucky felt his heart soften at that. It’s not much but it’s home. There was nothing more he wanted in this world than to feel at home. To be quite honest, he hadn’t felt the essence of home since Steve, and he wasn’t so certain that he’d ever get to experience it again. But then there you were… bumping into him in that coffee shop. With your bright smile, ease of conversation, and breathtaking beauty. He was smitten and starstruck by you. 
“The flowers are gorgeous, Bucky. Thank you so much.” You exhale as you place the vase of water and flowers as a centerpiece on your kitchen table. Bucky looked around, noticing the prepped chicken sitting in a stainless steel roasting pan. Veggies were lined around it like a little bed for the chicken to rest on. He smiled to himself, eager to have a woman offer to cook for him on a date. It wasn’t something he was used to and he wouldn’t take for granted the sweet gesture. 
“I’m glad you like them.” He answers. You look at his jacket and laugh.
“Go on, make yourself comfy. Take your coat off. You can lay it over one of the chairs.” 
Bucky wets his lips as he shimmies out of his leather and lays it over the back of the wooden chair as you instructed. He admired the full view of you for the first time tonight. You wore a dress that dropped just to your knees and a pair of blush pink flats. You wanted something semi-formal but comfortable. The dress hugged your curves and Bucky’s mouth watered at the image of his hands tracing every single one, committing them to memory. He opened and closed the fist of his metal limb, his eyes fluttering shut. He wanted desperately to know how you tasted and not just what lay beneath that dress and panties he coould only imagine looked like–but your mouth. Your mouth looked so sweet and delectable, lips that were made to fit perfectly against his.
“Do you need help with anything?” Bucky asked, gazing around at the nicely-kept kitchen. You had cleaned up as you went along cooking this evening. 
“Yeah… You can make yourself useful.” You smirk with a playful tone to your voice. “You can open that bottle of wine while I grab us two glasses… You grabbed my favorite.” 
Bucky laughed. “I remembered you ordering it on our first date.” 
You stalled in front of the cabinets, the memory of that first day clouding your mind. How much of a gentleman he was despite everyone saying that chivaraly was dead. He pulled out your chair, let you wear his jacket on the way out because it was practically freezing, and he walked you to your doorstep where he kissed you goodnight. Not on the lips, but on the cheek, because he wanted to set the standard with you–that you were worth more than jumping headfirst. He wanted to feel you out, take his time. After all, you would be the first woman he’d grown to fancy in a very long time… and after Sam’s whistling over the picture Bucky showed him of you once he confiscated your socials, Sam was hollering for Bucky to quickly lock it down. 
“You paid attention.” you giggle, realizing that the wine glasses were sitting on the very top shelf. Grumbling, you were about to grab the stepstool before a warm hand ghosted across yours and a hard chest was felt against your back. Bucky effortlessly grabbed two glasses and locked eyes with you, his eyes not helping but to drop to your lips. 
If you weren’t trying to impress him with your cooking skills, you would’ve forgotten dinner all together and jumped straight to dessert. 
Bucky smiled at you as he unloaded the two glasses into your grasp before he went to work on popping the cork. You were enveloped with that homey scent once more, that citrus sending a shock appeal through your loins, your eyes fluttering closed. If you weren’t paying attention to maintaining your balance, you might just pooled to the floor then and there. 
As he popped the cork and you put the chicken in the oven and set a timer on your phone, he offered you a glass. 
“Cheers,” You smiles, clinking your glass to his and taking a sip. The feel of the wine on your tongue was smooth and silky, causing you to ponder if Bucky’s tongue felt the same. You lick your lips as you sat the glass down and admire him. 
“What?” Bucky asks.
Smirking, you shake your head. “I’m just surprised is all.” 
Bucky’s eyebrows furrow at the statement. “Surprised?”
You nod your head. “How I happened to score running directly into the arms of someone this good looking.” 
Your comment on his appearance sent a flush down the back of his neck. Bucky Barnes was not the kind of man that blushed, but he suddenly felt an odd sense of heat rise on the apples of his cheeks. He tucked his tongue into the pocket of his cheek and chuckled, cursing under his breath at how a woman, for the first time in his life, had the upper hand on him. 
“You’re all for flattery tonight.” Bucky chuckles. 
“It’s the truth.” You don’t back away. That was another thing that pulled Bucky into your orbit. He loved that you said anything that came to mind. It didn’t matter how outlandish or awkward it could sound, he loved it. You spoke your mind. You were the epitome of fearless and he knew he could use some more of that in his life. 
The longer you two stood there and the silence grew, it was one of comfort. You both drank from your glasses and Bucky knew that if he didn’t take his chance now, he wouldn’t ever do it. He stepped closer and circled a hand around your waist, dropping low on your hip. The feel of his large hand through the fabric of your dress sent a jolt of electricity down your spine as you peered up at him. 
“Jumping to dessert first?” You dare to ask.
“Doll, dessert has been on my mind since I woke up this morning.” Bucky drawled, his voice rich and deep. His warm breath fanned over your bottom lip as he searched your eyes, waiting for the invitation, eager for your confirmation that you too wanted some dessert before dinner. 
Grinning wildly, the tip of your head and the subtle pushing into his hard frame was all he needed. Bucky caught your thin between his fingertips and dipped low, his lips slotting against yours. 
Perfect fit. 
His lips molded to yours. They were soft and pleasant and warm and everything you could’ve dreamed of. He kissed you with such softness that it stole the breath from your lungs. You unhooked your fingers from around the stem of your wineglass and raised them, laying them over his shoulders. You took the leap of courage and deepened the kiss, being the first to run your tongue across his bottom lip, asking for permission to infiltrate.
Bucky opened his mouth a little wider and your tongues touched which sent both of you into a frenzy. A low grunt of approval climbed up Bucky’s throat followed by a breathy moan leaving yours. He turned you both so that the curve of your back was pressed into the island. He pushed forward, your body folding slightly across the granite as he kissed you deeper, kissed you as if you were the oxygen that was snatched from his lungs, kissed you like there would be no tomorrow. 
“Bucky,” You gasp his name as you pull away for a breath of fresh air. But you were so desperate to kiss him again. You never wanted to stop. 
Bucky’s eyes flickered with a deep sense of want and you had a strong feeling this date might just go to third base. 
He smirked down at you, the playfulness of his eyes putting you on high alert. His thumb grinded into your hip and in a flash, he had you lifted and your bottom on the counter. Wedging his body between your knees, a shrill of laughter escaped you as you drape your arms over his shoulders. Bucky comes back in, diving head first for more, this time with a lot more passion.
He didn’t hold back. Bucky’s hands gripped your sides and danced up until he was grabbing your face, the gasp flooding your lips at the mix of cold of his metal hand and warmth of his flesh one. You groan louder against his mouth as you tangle your legs around his waist and locking your ankles. 
“How much longer on that timer?” Bucky asked between deepening kisses. 
You glance down at your phone. “30 minutes.” You giggle. 
Talk about some third date etiquette. You wanted this more than anything.
“30 is all I need, Doll.” Bucky laughs, lifting you off the counter and leading you to the couch where he climbs on top of you, his hard body pressing against yours.
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saltsicklover · 10 months
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Title: The Weather
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader
Word Count: 3,160
Rating: PG13 - FLUFF
Warnings: Swearing
Disclaimer: I do not own Bucky Barnes, or anything related to Marvel within this piece. Not Proof Read or BETA'd. All mistakes are my own.
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It took James Barnes three months to speak more than a 'hello' and an appointment time to the beautiful woman that sits behind the front desk in Dr. Raynor's stuffy office. She is the opposite of Dr. Raynor, her edges are still soft, her soul not bared to the world- covered in blood and devoid of sacrifice and suffering. 
At first, James found her intriguing. The way she sat, stick straight, attention always on her work. Her hair was never quite perfect, a sweet halo of frizz adorning her head, complimenting the way her eyes seemed to always crinkle at the corners whenever she would smile at him.  She would always smile at him while keeping her hands busy with paperwork, tucking loose pages into files- paperclips, pens, and highlighters strewn around her desk. 
Every day he talked himself up in the mirror and then again on the train, saying that today would be the day he would speak to her, finally catch her name, maybe even give her a real reason to smile- something more than just being customer service friendly. She's the one thing that seems to radiate positivity and light in the near desolate office he visits once a week. 
Today it is raining, somewhere between pouring and deluge and Bucky trails a small creek into the office with him. The water streaks down his face, hair sticking to his forehead. Droplets race down his leather clad body, pelting the tile floor. 
"Good morning, Mr. Barnes," The dame behind the desk speaks, her voice like fresh honey and it washes a tidal wave of warmth over Bucky. He shivers, goosebumps breaking out over his skin. Bucky is clammy and cold to the touch but it doesn't seem to bother him. The wet droplets that roll off his body don't either. Finally, the women looks up at Bucky, a bit of shock rolls over he features before before it's replaced with a chuckle and her signature smile, eyes crinkling but still shinning under the florescent lights. "Looks like that storm's gotten pretty bad since I got in this morning," She comments, standing up from her chair to greet him, "Don't you own an umbrella?" 
Bucky can't help the laugh that escapes his lips, deep and full like the sweetest expresso she's ever tasted. Her body buzzes from the sound, joy vibrating under her skin at the change in his usually stony demeanor. The furrow of his brow is lessoned now, a smile threatening to pull at his lips, but his expression remains neutral. Yet, somehow, it's like a smile had reached his eyes with the way he look at her.
"Oh, you know, didn't think I'd need one but the weather really took a turn and now I'm swimming in my boots," He almost laughs, almost, the squelching sound of his boots and the harmony of the squeaking floor with each step he takes towards the desk makes him feel the most on display he has in years. The full tooth smile she gives him makes it worth it. "I have an 11:30 with Dr. Raynor."
"I've already got you all checked in, but," his confidence faulters a bit, as does her smile, "Dr. Raynor was called into an emergency meeting this morning, about an hour ago, and she still isn't back yet. She called to let me know that she is on her way, and she wanted me to ask you to wait. So, if you could take a seat and hang out, that would be lovely," She rambles a bit, spinning one of the many rings she wears on her delicate fingers. She plays with the large gem, spinning the band round and round as if she could twirl her anxiety away with each revolution of the silver band. 
 "Yeah, uhh-" Bucky stutters a bit, brushing back his bangs then attempting to flick the water off of his fingers with the shake of his wrist, "I can wait, definitely." He nods at her like he has any other choice, and she nods back, the awkwardness of the whole scenario becoming more palpable with each tick of the clock. 
She sits back down too, after a moment, tucking her skirt under her backside with a quick motion before she turns back to the paperwork in front of her. The only sounds in the room are the light piano music playing over the speakers, almost too quiet for the average person to hear, and the clicking of the keyboard as she types. Bucky can almost hear her breathing, if he strains to listen, the small breathes pushing past her lips and then back in. 
Bucky watches as she works, her tongue poking out of her mouth from between her lips as she concentrates. His heart flutters at the sight, and he thinks he might pass away right then and there when she drags her bottom lip between her teeth. 
He watches the clock too. It hangs on the plain wall behind her, and the minutes seem to tick by slower and slower with each passing glance. But time seems to stand still as he watches her tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear. He notices the diamonds and pearls decorating her ear, a site he isn't quite used to yet but still finds intriguing. The idea that someone might purposefully stab themselves to then adorn their bodies is something he finds perplexing and she finds irresistible. 
"Hey, can I ask you somethin'?" Bucky finally breaks the silence, the clicking of her keyboard slowly dissipating. She flashes that grin of hers at him and he melts. 
"What's up, Mr. Barnes?" She stands to look him in the eye over her computer. He sits in the waiting area, off to the side of her desk. He plays with the cuffs of his coat, fingering at the zippers and tugging at the fabric. 
"I just realized, I've been coming here for a while now and it has never occurred to me to ask you your name," She laughs a bit at him, one of those small laughs that comes from the back of the throat. She gives him her name and it gently falls from her lips like it's the easiest thing in the world and he decides that it is. Bucky repeats her name back, it's liquid sugar on his tongue- he wears a shy smile now, the rest of his body useless, like he's been zipped into a body bag as his mind spins. 
The rain is turning to hail, the small bits of ice pinging off of the windows, echoing though out the office. The lights flicker, off, on, then back off, leaving them sitting in the dark. Bucky tenses, his hands tightening around the arms of his chair as his companion lets out a huff in irritation. 
"Well, so much for getting any sort of work done now," She grumbles, pushing herself away from the desk. She moves around her desk, but not carefully enough. A low smack, the sound of bone hitting wood is heard throughout the room, and so are the swear words and grumblings that leave her lips. 
"Are you okay, doll?" Bucky asks too quickly, jumping to his feet. 
"Oh yeah, I'm- I'm just great. My knee just wanted to make friends with the corner of my desk, that's all," She informs him, rubbing her sore knee with her hands. She moves to sit in front of her desk, making home on the floor, her back pressed against the wood. Bucky tries to make out her form in the dark, but he can barely see her from where he stands. He pulls his cellphone out, clicking the flashlight on to illuminate the room. He places it on the floor, nudging it with the toe of his boot so it sits between them. 
She offers him a quiet thank you, devoid of a smile. 
"Can I ask you something, now? The way I see it, it's my turn," Bucky hums in approval, "What's going on in that head of yours?" Bucky is thrown by the question and it hangs in the stale air. "Let me rephrase, because I'm not asking about the shit you come here to talk to Dr. Raynor about. What do you think about when you're not avenging or chitchatting with the good doctor?" 
Bucky's thoughts flash through his mind quickly, the nightmares and the amends he has left to make. He thinks about Steve, and he thinks about Sam. He thinks about the community Sam has built with his family and the way they take care of each other. He thinks about how he lacks all of that. The family, the community, the honor. But mostly, he thinks about her and the way her eyes crinkle and that one time her hair was braided back and the way he could see her whole face for the very first time. 
"I like the weather," He says simply, sitting himself down on the floor to meet her level. 
"The weather?" She asks him, leaning towards him curiously. 
Specks of dust flutter through the air, visible only through the glow of the flashlight. Each speck seems to dance in the tension around them, her question going unanswered for a few beats before he sighs in an attempt to relieve the strain building in his ribcage. 
"Yeah, the weather. It seems to be the only thing I really understand anymore. That, and I like the rain," He concludes with a hand tugging through the mess of hair atop his head. He can't tell her that the sun doesn't come close to shining as bright as she does, so he settles with liking the rain. It seems more than honest. She tries to hold back a giggle at his answer. The causal air of it and the simplicity of the choice he has made. She doesn't push the topic further, not truly believing that he often thinks of the weather. But she knows better than to challenge the fact. 
Maybe if they were in a different universe, or following a different timeline. One that they may be able to reach out in and dust their fingertips over if it weren't for the fabric of space time holding them firmly in place. Maybe, one universe over, just to the left of where they sit now, they are still sitting together, but not on the floor of a government sanctioned medical facility, but in a cafe. 
They sit together, knees touching underneath the small bistro table in the corner of the cramped cafe. He calls her 'sunshine', because she is. She calls him 'lover', and he hates it in the way to say that he has never loved being called something more. 
Their fingers are intertwined on the table top, not caring who sees them together. Bucky would be drinking coffee, something with actual flavor because he would actually let himself enjoy it. She still drinks black coffee because it makes her soul feel at home.  They both wear genuine smiles, talking and laughing, enjoying each other's company. Definitely somewhere between date fifteen and twenty, planning their lives side by side but not yet together. 
In the timeline on their right they are together, in their apartment. Sunny, that's what he calls her there, is painting the walls sage green. James, sits in the middle of the room attempting to build a coffee table that they purchased from IKEA earlier that week. He grumbles about missing pieces, rummaging through the little plastic baggies and Sunny just laughs at him. 
She walks over and dabs a bit of the paint on his nose; both of their faces end up covered in green by the time they are done locking lips. They lay on the floor, surrounded by half finished projects, completely head over heels in love with one another. 
She has no idea about the ring he has hidden in his sock drawer, or the way his heart beats just a little bit faster every time she goes into that drawer to steal a pair of his socks just because she claims they are more comfortable than her own. He really needs to find a new hiding spot, but he has been so caught up in the life they are creating he really hasn't bothered to think of a better place. 
There is another universe about an arms length away where they are meeting for the first time. One where Bucky is quicker to forgive himself and more gentle with his own soul, with himself. She hasn't been given a nickname here, at least not yet. They cross paths on the train- she is stepping off and Bucky steps on. Their knuckles graze over each other, both turning to whisper an apology just as the doors shut. 
They lock eyes and Bucky offers her a kind smile, one that has come easy to him for years now. She offers a small smile in return, one that is much more shy and reserved than the one she has just received. Just then, the train begins to pull away, their lives once again headed in separate directions. 
She watches as the train pulls away, eyes still on the brunet, feet planted firmly in place. Bucky starts walking towards the back of the train, eyes still fixed on the woman who holds his attention like a vice. When he finally makes it to the end of the train, he is left with nothing to do but offer her a wave and a smile. She returns it in kind. 
But here and now they sit in the darkness, a storm raging outside, leaving them trapped inside with nothing but each others company and the glow of the flashlight between them. Neither one has been brave enough to speak for a little while. They have made themselves comfortable on the floor and in the shared silence. 
Bucky can't help but think about how beautiful she is. The way that she lights up the room with nothing more than her presence. He mulls over the fact that he took so long to talk to her, and the tightness in his chest seems to linger the longer he beats himself up for it. He twiddles with his fingers, fidgeting where he sits. He is almost dry now but his boots are still soaked through, squelching when he moves. She pretends not to notice it, stifling a laugh with the heel of her hand pressed firmly against her lips. 
"I think I'm going to call you Solntse," He says absentmindedly, more to himself and maybe the room than to her directly. "Yeah, Solntse, it suits you."
"What does that mean, Mr. Barnes?" Solntse questions him, peering through the harsh beam of the flashlight. 
"It means sun. It's Russian. And please, call me Bucky, or hell, I'll even take James, but please quit calling me Mr. Barnes," He speaks candidly, rubbing over his face with his flesh hand. He pulled off his gloves a few minutes ago, the action going unnoticed. 
"Okay, Bucky. Russian sun it is," Solntse chuckles, crossing her ankles out in front of her. 
"That is, if you don't mind- I guess I should've asked first," Bucky attempts to backtrack, fumbling over his words as the embarrassment wells inside him. A blush begins to bloom over Solntse's face and neck, a raspberry hue covering her skin. 
"I don't mind, Buck, truly. Plus they say you can't pick your own nickname. It goes against the whole point of having a nickname," She chuckles, a smile spread wide across her face as the pink tint begins to fade. She doesn't know what comes over her but she crawls over to Bucky, plopping herself down in the spot next to him. Bucky can't help the way his heart quickens at he movements, the proximity of her body to his and the scent of her perfume make him dizzy. 
They sit next to each other like that for a while, the silence taking over again. It's not too long after they are plunged back into darkness, the flashlight in front of them shutting off without warning. The sudden darkness catches Solntse by surprise, causing her to jump and let out a little yip of surprise. She grabs onto Bucky, hands wrapping around his metal arm, squeezing tightly. It all happens in a split second; each party feeling a complete and sudden shift in the air around them. 
They turn to face one another, noses almost brushing. Solntse can feel the deep blush burning on her skin again, the heat taking over her senses. Bucky lets a small chuckle escape him. It sounds full and comforting, even if it is at her own expense. 
"You're safe, doll, I've got you," Bucky whispers, pulling her as close as he can in their current position. Solntse can feel the way his fingertips dip into her flesh, the feeling grounding her in the moment, to him and his closeness. She squeezes him back. 
"Thank you," She whispers, voice barely audible. A smirk slips onto Bucky's slips and it goes unnoticed by Solntse until she leans forwards and closes the gap between them. The movement is clumsy in the dark, their noses bumping together at first. 
The kiss is slow and sweet, lips mingling together as if they have a thousand times before- and they have in the universes that surround them. The way their lips move together is not new to the universes else where, and neither is the way Bucky moves to pull her into his lap, her knees finding purchase on either side of his thighs. He tangles his hands in her hair the same way he always has and always will. She pulls at the lapels of his jacket all the same. The newness of it all sparking tingles beneath their fingertips, reverberating all over their bodies and the way they mingle together in this place, in this now. 
She pulls back from his lips, just mere millimeters, far enough to cause a small whimper to leave Bucky. "I think about the weather too," She confesses, the meaning just as deep to her as it had been to him, even if he thought she hadn't originally picked up on that fact. 
"Let me take you somewhere, anywhere you want to go. Coffee, food, drinks, hell I'll take you anywhere, just say the word," He almost pleads, but the words come out more smooth than needy. 
"I have a shift to finish, and you still have an appointment, but you can pick me up from my place tonight," She punctuates her sentence with a brush of her lips against his, "And you can take me to get a pizza and beer on draft and we can talk more."
"About the weather?" He questions her, smirk across his lips. 
"Yes, about the weather." She confirms just before closing the gap between them again. 
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fandoms--fluff · 5 months
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Bucky Barnes x little reader
Little reader loves being tickled?
Tickle Monster
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Flufftober, October 18th
Female little reader x Daddy Bucky Barnes
Warnings: None
A/n: short cute drabble
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"Daddy!" you squealed as Bucky lifted you up into his lap from where he sat on the couch.
"Hey baby girl" he kissed the top of your head.
You snuggled into his chest, taking in the warmth radiating off him, "How's my baby?" he mumbles into your soft hair.
"good" you reply, distracted by playing with his henley.
"I'm sure you are" Bucky runs his fingers down your neck and shoulders. You let out little giggles, his shirt stifling them.
"Oh, you like tickles, baby girl" He smiles, starting to run his finger to your stomach. You let a squeal and start giggling endlessly.
His fingers run all over your body, making you laugh, "Dada!" You nuzzle your head into his chest as he tickles you.
After he stops, he holds you tightly against your chest. "My ticklish little baby" He whispers into your ear and kisses your nose.
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alohastyles-x · 10 months
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I would love to see a ‘this is me trying’ where it’s the reader and Bucky getting each other through hard times and they take turns with the song. Like ‘Pouring out my heart to a stranger, But I didn't pour the whiskey’ could be Buckys mandated therapy and ‘They told me all of my cages were mental, So I got wasted like all my potential’ could be about the reader and maybe depression/ anxiety. I just know they would be each other rock during hard times.
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This Is Me Trying - b.b.
They told me all of my cages were mental | So I got wasted like all my potential | Pouring out my heart to a stranger | But I didn't pour the whiskey
note: this is a part of my Cruel Summer (Marvel's Version) Project, running all summer long. I think I may have focused a bit too much on Bucky than I did the reader as far as the lyric analysis goes buttttt I still hope you like it ! This is what came to my mind while listening to the song while writing. Bucky and reader would def be eachother's rocks, and he would def be vulnerable and soft with her!
wordcount: 2.5k
trope / pairing: bucky x Fem Reader , hurt comfort.
warnings: drunk creeps at the bar, the internal struggles of a relationship
Materslist | Marvel Masterlist | Cruel Summer (Marvel's Version) Masterlist |
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Bucky 
For once, the couch wasn’t the most uncomfortable part of today's therapy session. It was usually the bane of his existence, the scratchy material somehow poking him even through the thick cloth of his pants, distracting him from whatever Dr. Raynor was discussing. But not today. No, today, Bucky’s focus was solely on the doctor, the way her lips formed around the words that were waiting to land with a sting. 
“I want you to do something for me, James,” Dr. Raynor said, her head falling to the side as she held his attention. 
“I want you to think of everyone you have in your life right now who is there for you. It doesn’t matter how little or how many people come to mind… but there must be at least one. Someone who you know you can always count on, even through the memories that plague you, who knows all of your secrets, who you trust.” The last word hit with an intensity that had even the winter soldier squirming in his seat. 
Trust was not something Bucky had. Not after Steve. Everything Dr. Raynor just described, was who Steve used to be to Bucky, and she knew it. That was the point. Steve was now gone, and Bucky had to accept that, and have a new rock. 
“And what if I can’t think of anyone?” Bucky asked, his tone short and snipped. 
“You expect me to sit here and believe there is not a single person who does not have your back?” She asked again. Her tone said everything. She knew. She knew about the one person he kept a secret, who knew the parts of him he kept hidden. He stared at the doctor quizzically, before leaning forward on his elbows.
“How do you know,” he whispered gruffly, careful of his word choice. There were always eyes and ears in the building, aimlessly looking for new information. He was not about to divulge his deepest secret that easily. 
“James, you seem to forget that I myself was highly ranked in the Army. I know my way around sourcing out information.” She responded, still patiently watching him as she waited for him to continue. 
“I swear to god-”
“Let me stop you right there. Rest assured she is safe, her location undisclosed, I don’t even know her name. But I know there is someone, and I know it is a girl. So tell me about this person. This is a safe space, James. Nothing you say leaves this room, or else you could actually sue me.” 
Bucky contemplated this for a moment, before settling back into the scratchy couch. His mind wandered once more to her. To you. To the smell of your hair when you pull him in for a hug. To the way your arms wrap tightly around his waist, gripping his shirt slightly in the process. To the way your breathing softens when you're in his embrace, as if you feel perfectly safe. 
He had met you in a bar, of all places. It was a bar Sam had dragged him to, attempting to get him to socialize. Bucky stayed at the bar top all night, downing whiskey after whiskey, while Sam flitted about with a blonde who was very interested in what Captain America was up to tonight. Buvky had rolled his eyes, turning his attention to the bartender. She was a pretty thing, her hair bouncy despite the sweat glistening her brow. She made drink after drink for the patrons, talking animatedly as she did so. It was then, as she was twirling a half empty bottle around mixing a drink, that Bucky realized he was no longer staring at the bartender, but just past her to a patron at the end of the bar. 
Y/N 
You sat at the other end of the bar, looking around timidly. You were definitely out of place, the complete opposite to the socialites around you. The drink of choice for the night for you was water, wanting to be as stone cold sober as possible. There were too many guys eyeing your figure to ever make you feel safe enough to try anything else. 
You glanced behind you once more at a group of guys who had been subtly cat-calling you all night. Their comments went from compliments to criticism when you didn’t give them the time of day. Now the talk was borderline dangerous, as one remarked what he wished he could do to you. 
“Careful man, she’s probably fuckin’ mental,” one laughed. 
“She’d have to be to not be into me,” the other responded. 
Your car was twenty feet from the bar. An easy run, if you had to, but since your car was old and beat up, there wasn’t an automatic lock. There was no easy way out, so instead you decided to stay at the bar, hoping eventually the group would retire for the night, leaving you alone. 
The hope of that happening though only dwindled as the night went on. You glanced over once again, to see they were not just staring at you, but at someone who was walking towards you- a guy. But this guy wasn’t with them before. You nervously clutched your drink, as his heavy footsteps stopped in front of you. 
“Are you alright?” His voice was a lot more gentle than you would have thought, given his gruff appearance. He was dressed in jeans and a tight black long sleeve shirt. He had a five o’clock shadow, his face rough and his stare was militant… intense. You gulped as you held his gaze, too captivated to turn away. 
“Uh, yeah,” you said quickly, glancing past him to the group of guys. They had never looked more interested. The mystery man turned slightly, almost as if he was about to leave. You shot out and grabbed his arm, a gasp echoing in the tight space. His arm was solid, not of muscle, but of something else. Heat radiated off of it, almost as if it was some conduit- or perhaps his shirt was. He glanced to where your arm was wrapped around his forearm, waiting for you to remove it. 
“I’m sorry,” you said, again with a rushed demeanor. You withdrew your hand, and the man winced at the loss of contact. “Please don’t go,” you pleaded in a hushed whisper. He nodded, before tapping on the shoulder of the patron sitting next to you. 
“Excuse me, do you mind if I steal this seat so I can sit next to my girlfriend?” He asked. The patron nodded, getting out of his seat. 
“I’m Bucky,” he said, as he sat down in the seat. 
“y/n,” you whispered, careful to not let the group of men hear. You stole a quick glance, careful not to draw too much attention- but it was to no avail. Bucky noticed far too quickly, whipping his head to the group of men. They clumsily diverted their attention away from you, onto the beers in front of them.  
“Are they bothering you?” Bucky asked lowly, his hands balled in fists. 
“I don’t think they will be any longer,” you whispered, glancing down at the fistthat now glittered under the light.  He merely nodded, before shifting in his seat to face the bar. You did the same.
A comfortable beat of silence passed between the two of you, as you waited for him to start some sort of conversation. When he didn’t you sighed, picking up your near empty cup of water. He noticed, and flagged the bartender down. 
“She’ll have another…” he trailed off, waiting to see what you had. 
“Water.” 
“Water- water?” 
“Yeah, I tend not to drink when creepy men are watching my every move.” You stated, running your hands through your hair. Bucky could tell you were uncomfortable here, and he wanted to do whatever he had to do to make you more comfortable. 
“There isn’t any way to say this that isn’t going to make me look like a sleaze bag… but if you wanted to get out of here I would be glad to escort you somewhere where you feel more safe,” Bucky offered. You smiled at him, the kindness warming your heart. 
“That’s mighty kind of you actually,” you replied, taking one last sip of your water. 
That night had changed everything for you. You had met someone who became such an integral part of your life, you didn’t know how you even breathed before him. Bucky was silent, kind, and patient. He was the epitome of a comfortable silence. After a long day, you know you could come home and just relax, not having to worry about forcing conversations and hosting small talks. He was patient with you through all of your mental spells, from the bouts of depression to the woes of your anxieties. He was there, calm and always reassuring. He understood. 
Then there were the nights. The nights that had the two of you up, crying in one another's arms from the ghosts of the past, coming to haunt you through the darkness. The nightmares disguised as dreams, filling your head while you slept until you were jolted awake, Bucky jolting right along with you. The two of you panted, trying to catch your breath, before revealing the nightmare to the other. 
It only worsened when Bucky got sent on mission after mission, disappearing for days, weeks, and one time even months. During that mission, Bucky had sent a worrisome text to Peter Parker- the only person not on the mission that Bucky knew. He wasn’t the biggest fan of Peter, but he knew the kid would keep you safe. 
Please check on y/n. Haven’t heard from her.
yes mr. bucky sir, i’m on my way now. 
Peter knocked on your door minutes later, timidly calling out your name. When you didn’t answer, he used his suit to unlock the door, slowly walking around the apartment you shared with Bucky. It was small, and immaculately tidy Peter noticed, as he worked his way towards the bedroom in the back. 
He found you there, curled up in a ball, hugging on a sweatshirt that smelled like Bucky. 
“Oh, y/n,” Peter sighed, scooping you up. “I got you.” 
When Bucky returned, you were instantly in his arms. The tears freely flowing as you squeezed him tightly. He held you just as tightly, never wanting to let you go again. 
And he stupidly made that promise, even though it was out of his control. 
Bucky
That’s what the most recent fight had been about, and why he was now in Dr Raynors office, sighing heavily as the memories faded out. 
“Tell me what happened,” she said, settling back into her chair, her pen at the ready to continue taking notes. Bucky looked at his cracked, calloused hands, stalling. He didn’t want to relive this, but he knew if he wanted to fix it… he had to. 
“I had made a promise to her that I wasn’t going to leave her side again… and then Sam called me away on a mission. I didn’t have a choice, and it was too dangerous to try and bring her with. So, I left a note on my pillow and I left. I’m not proud of it, I know I should have handled that better. But when I came back, she was furious. Like, explosive. Nothing I did would calm her temper. She just… wouldn’t stop screaming at me. Usually she just isolates and shuts down; that I can understand so much better than this… whatever this is. I… I don’t know what to do doc… I can’t lose her.” 
“Have you tried talking to her?” Dr. Raynor asked, her head cocking to the side. Bucky had never been this open with her.
“No.”
“No? Okay, well why don’t we try that first. Explain to her exactly what you explained to me, and make sure to apologize for leaving a note. I can tell you right now, no one likes to be left like that… and I think you can relate to that a little bit,” Dr. Raynor finished. 
The clock on the wall struck 12, signaling their session was over. Bucky nodded goodbye to the doctor, before slinging his jacket on to prepare for the cold weather. The winter was harsher this year, the cold biting Bucky’s nose the second he stepped outside. He hurriedly put his gloves on as he walked down the street. 
He was only a few blocks from your shared apartment, and he  had survived much colder weather than this, but he was still regretting not hailing a cab. It was dusk, the sun beginning to settle herself against the buildings, casting a hazy glow on the streets. Vendors were packing up their carts, preparing to leave for the night. One, however, was still open. An older lady sat behind her cart, an abundance of flowers sat on top. 
“FLOWERS $5” the sign read, in sloppy handwriting. She was clearly homeless, and something pained Bucky to see such an old lady on the streets during the cold spell. 
“Hi, I’ll take two bouquets please,” Bucky asked, handing her a $50. “Keep the change, please.”
“A-are you sure?” The frail woman asked, as she bundled up two bouquets for him. He nodded, offering her a warm smile. He wished there was more he could do as he walked away, but when he turned around to glance at her again, she was gone. 
The apartment was quiet as he unlocked the door and headed in, the only light streaming in from behind the curtains, casting the same haze from the street into the rooms. It was almost too quiet, as he walked from room to room. 
“y/n?” Bucky called out, hoping he hadn’t missed you yet. 
“In here,” you muttered from the bedroom. You were sitting in the bay window under a blanket, reading a book. It was then Bucky realized just how cold the apartment was. 
“The heater went out,” you said, setting your book down. You noticed the flowers in his hands, and glanced back up at him. 
“I’ll take a look at it. Here, these are for you.” He said, sitting down across from you. He handed you the bouquets, smiling gently as you took them.
“Are you apologizing with flowers, Bucky Barnes?” You asked, teasing eminent in your voice. He hung his head, nodding slightly. 
“Look, y/n, you know I’m not good at this. But for what it’s worth… I know I fucked up. I should have actually talked to you, instead of leaving you a note, and I never should have made a promise I couldn’t keep. But I-” his voice hitched in his throat as he tried his hardest not to break down in tears. “I can’t lose you, okay. You’re my rock.” 
A tear rolled down your cheek. As apologies go, it was one of the better ones you had received from the stoic soldier in front of you. Placing the flowers down, you pulled Bucky in against you, running your fingers through his hair. 
“It’s not okay, but I forgive you. I can’t lose you either.” You whispered, placing a kiss on his head. 
“I just want you to know, this is me trying.”
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‘Mother May I Sleep With Danger, Please'.....
Summary: Bucky and the reader have gone undercover.
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Photos aren't mine, credit to the og owners
Tiltle from ‘Mother May I Sleep With Danger?’ By Joy Crookes
Warnings: reader is black, reader is wearing a dress and has a back tattoo, she/her pronouns, Bucky drinks a glass of whiskey, the longest fic I've ever written, no y/n used, weird nicknames, google translate Russian, ending is abrupt bc I couldn't think of any ending that wasn't me stealing from someone else, speaking of which; inspired by @buckyalpine ‘s fic
A/N: thanks to @webinurcloset for proofreading
I DO NOT GIVE ANYONE PERMISSION TO REPOST OR TRANSLATE AND REPOST, THIS IS MY WRITING!
I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR YOUR MEDIA CONSUMPTION, THIS IS AN 18+ BLOG MAKING THIS 18+ CONTENT. MOVE ON MINOR.
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You were the newest addition to the avengers, quiet, solemn but hardworking nonetheless. You had been living in the tower for a month now, not a soul but you had seen the inside of your apartments. Every dinner, meeting and mission you stayed silent save for the occasional ‘hello’ ‘thank you’ and ‘goodnight’. The other Avengers didn't make a big deal of it, knowing how anxiety can affect a person especially a newly appointed avenger.
You had not yet been approved for missions so you spent most of your time in your room, but the few times you were spotted around the tower or the compound you wore loose black sweats and a scarf around your hair. The only visible parts of you being your face and part of your neck, the parts of you they could see they appreciated. They weren't very concerned about the rest of your body, knowing most of them were covered in scars, some more inclined to hide them than others.
Everyone expected that to change, especially once you were approved for missions. The week had finally come. They were given the option to watch from the balcony as you were examined in the training gym. As Tony hadn't finished your ‘Hero Suit’ as he called it, you were given a SHIELD issue suit. Unsurprisingly it covered more of your body than your sweats did, with a high neck, gloves and a hood. Though your silhouette was certainly visible, Steve's blush made that clear. You had undeniable skill easily mastering each and every weapon handed to you, easily defeating over a dozen SHIELD agents. 
You were called into a meeting shortly after your approval, along with Sam, Natasha and Bucky. You walked in to see the three spy’s spread about, sat around the long metal table. You were surprised at Steve's absence, deducing that this mission was to be more covert than usual. You were told by Maria Hill the nature of the mission, surveillance, which came as no surprise to you.
After a long silence caused by one of Sam's ‘jokes’, you wondered if you all would be sitting in a van together for hours. Maria quickly began to discuss the details of the mission. You and Bucky would be infiltrating a gala, set to happen the next day hosted by a man named Anatoli Volkov at his private residence in New Hampshire, one of his many properties. 
He had been suspected of human trafficking and many other dirty dealings by the FBI for years, only falling under SHIELDS radar after one of the girls he had ‘allegedly’ kidnaped was found in a Hydra facility barely breathing 3 years later. She thankfully survived and was able to give some information on how she ended up there, including Volkov’s name.
Maria gave you the files on yours and Bucky's undercover identities; Ukraine and American born spies, respectively, over a dozen confirmed kills, married in 2015... You stopped for a moment, eyes reverting back to that last phrase, a couple, a married couple. Feeling Bucky's eyes on you, you kept your expression as neutral as possible before continuing to read on. After the briefing you briskly made your way to your room, grabbing a bottle of your favorite drink from your fridge.
You thanked whoever designed this building for allowing everyone to have their own apartments, two to a floor with the only exception being Wanda and Vision.
Their apartments have been merged so they now have the floor to themselves.
The moderately sized units were outfitted with a kitchen with a small dining table, a small living room along with a television, bathroom, small walk in closet and bedroom. As well as the F.R.I.D.A.Y. ai wired throughout the building.
You had put more time into decorating than you originally planned but overall, you made a home for yourself. You only had to leave when you ran out of food, for training or for laundry and other chores. After a few hours sitting in your bed, memorizing the blueprints for Volkov's house and every given detail of your new identity F.R.I.D.A.Y.’s startled you out of your focus, notifying you that someone was at your door.
You opened your door to Bucky holding a black garment bag and a medium sized shopping bag in his right hand with a large black box in his left.
“Hill wanted me to give you these” he handed you the two bags, “and Tony finished your suit”
You weren't necessarily surprised at his arrival, considering you two shared a floor it made sense for him to be the one to deliver the items to you.
You thanked him quietly, reaching out to grab the box. It was heavier than expected. You gave him a small smile before closing the door. The heat in your cheeks suddenly became quite noticeable. You hoped quietly that the melanin you were so grateful for covered any hypothetical redness.
As you passed the windows on the way to your bedroom you noticed the dark night sky, you hadn't realized how late it was. You hung up the garment bag on the hook you had placed outside of your closet door, placing the bag and your new suit on the bed. You made your way to the bathroom to take a shower, the warm water calming you as you reflected on the events of the day.
You had been trying to befriend your fellow Avengers but your anxieties prevented you from being outgoing. You had grown closest with Bruce, as he could relate to your fears. You stepped out of the shower commencing your skincare and body care routine. After you finished you went to grab the garment bag, trying on the gown to ensure it fit with the black heels they'd given you to go along with it.
You quite liked the ensemble, but you weren't quite thrilled to wear it in front of the rest of the Avengers. You took it off returning the items to their previous packaging before putting on your night clothes and getting in your bed. You fell asleep searching for hairstyles to wear to the gala on Pinterest.
You dreamt of Bucky that night, how he might touch you with his large hands, one warm flesh, one cool metal , how he might look at you with gorgeous and piercing blue eyes, how he might love you with all of that and everything in between.
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The Next Morning
You awoke earlier than normal, 4:56, a habit you'd had since adolescence when you were anxious. You changed into your workout clothes, black sports bra, leggings and the lulu lemon jacket Natasha had gifted to you when you first arrived. You made your way to the restroom where you pulled your hair back into a ponytail. Putting on your favorite pair of red sneakers before leaving.
Making your way to the elevator, Bucky's apartment door opened. You stopped in front of the elevator doors, turning to watch him. He turned around and made eye contact with you, after a few minutes of still silence you spoke, “going down?” he shut his door and answered with a smile, “yea”.
He stood beside you as the doors opened, he raised his hand allowing you to enter first pressing the gym floor button as he turned facing the closing the doors. You smiled down at the elevator buttons as Bucky adjusted his position so he wouldn't crowd you, something he often did unintentionally due to his large stature.
10, 9, 8.. The small screen changed as you descended the floors. “Thank you for bringing me the stuff for the mission.'' Bucky smiled, the most he'd ever heard you speak.
6, 5… “Of course, how'd you like your suit?” your suit, you'd forgotten to try it on last night. You didn't even open the box, “I haven't put it on yet” “no rush, I was just curious” he shrugged “its ok, I would be too” you both smiled.
4, 3. The doors slid open, you exited first heading for the women's locker room so you could use the bathroom. Glad to find it empty, you were in and out spending most of your time at the sink washing your hands and examining everything that just happened in the elevator. After finding one too many reasons to be embarrassed you left the bathroom and entered the gym, heading right for the open floor to stretch.
The gym was just as empty as the locker room, save for Bucky, you decided to go light today. Loosen yourself up before the mission just to avoid being sore. You finished before Bucky did, he was on the pull up bar as he had been for the 7 minutes before then, you'd spent that time admiring his muscular back looking away when you began to feel a gathering wetness in your underwear.
You left just before the morning gym rush arrived, taking another shower in your room and putting on your usual sweats and scarf before getting some fruit to eat in front of the tv where you sat for the next few hours.
You looked at the clock, 5:00. You were set to leave at 6:30.
You quickly got up, making sure you packed everything you needed to style your hair and do your makeup. You grabbed the garment and shoe bag along with a black purse with hardware that matched your chosen jewelry and a black scarf made with the same material of the dress to cover your shoulders. You made sure you had everything you needed before running to the elevator, heading to the top floor to board the quinjet.
You arrived first, much to your surprise, allowing the SHIELD agent piloting to pack your things into the built in storage compartments. As you sat down, Sam, Nat and Bucky arrived with their clothes and other supplies in tow. You looked back down over your thighs to make sure you put your seatbelt into the right clip. When you looked back up they were walking to their seats Bucky choosing to sit next to you
“Hey doll” he said with a small smile, “hello” you replied quietly. Sam and Nat sat across from you both. Suddenly a SHIELD agent, who appeared to be quite out of breath ran up the ramp. He stopped in front of you handing you a small black box, “the wedding rings mam” he said exasperatedly. You thanked him before he nodded and ran back out. You opened the box to two simple wedding bands, one thicker than the other and a diamond ring, one you might have chosen for yourself if this was real. You held out the box to Bucky before he reached for the thicker band, placing it on his ring finger before you did the same.
You noticed the rings were not new, with small nicks and marks. An important detail, especially if you were going to be surrounded by people as observant as you. You made a mental note to fake a tan line on yours and Bucky’s fingers later. The pilot cut through the silence on the intercom, announcing the beginning of the flight.
You landed in the SHIELD port shortly after as the flight was only 15 minutes. You were taken to the car port by another agent along with your bags where Natasha was given keys to a black cadillac escalade. You all stood against the grey concrete wall for a second, watching as the agent packed your things into the trunk of the car you looked at Bucky to your right, admiring how his jawline was accentuated by his man bun. You were sure you might have gaged at the bundle of hair on anyone else but on him you couldn't help but fawn over it. He looked down at you with a grin, making you look forward again embarrassed, glad to see the agent was finished.
Nat drove to the hotel where you would be staying, pleasantly surprised that it was an actual hotel and not a dirty highway motel like some of the other Avengers had been made to stay in. You and Nat packed all of your things onto a luggage cart while Sam and Bucky checked you all in.
“You should tell him you like him, you know, he likes you just as much.” Natasha says suddenly, you look up at her with shocked eyes “what?” you ask quickly, voice wavering. She flashes a grin at you, “Nothing, sorry”
You pushed the luggage cart into the lobby where Bucky and Sam were waiting by the elevator, you struggled slightly to push the cart into the elevator, Natasha and Sam attempting to help you on the other side. “I'll help you doll”. He moved behind you, placing his hands just above yours. You felt his warm body push into yours as you stumbled in with the cart. You turned to face him as the doors closed looking into his eyes for a moment, you cleared your throat, breaking eye contact and speaking quietly to ask “which floor?” he smirked “penthouse, doll” you clicked the button watching as it lit up and feeling the elevator begin to move.
Bucky was too preoccupied watching you avoid looking at his face to notice the look Sam and Nat exchanged, one of pride and cunning, it was only a matter of time.
Nat and Sam left your coms on the desk before going across the hall to their room. You used the master bathroom to get ready while Bucky used the half bath. You had finished your hair and makeup but were struggling to close the dress, the satin buttons proving hard to reach. You stepped out of the bathroom calling for Bucky, “what's up doll” he stepped out of the bathroom fixing his suit cuff, you were pulled into a trance admiring how he looked in the black suit, his bun making him look even more mysterious.
“Doll?” you snapped out of it. Not realizing he had moved closer to you, “what do you need, sweet girl?” he spoke softly, you swore that his pet names would make you spontaneously combust. “I need help with my dress, I can't get it closed.” You turned your back to him so he could start closing the buttons. He quietly admired the art tattooed on your back, it was beautiful, elongating your back with its elegant design. With every brush of his hands on your skin you became more and more flustered thanking whatever deity was looking down on you when he announced he was done, you turned to face him again “You look great doll.” Bucky said with a smile, your eyes flashing in between his eyes and chest a few times before you spoke up, “I'll just grab my bag and we can go” 
You made sure you had on all of your jewelry, including your wedding rings, your bag, your scarf and your com before you told Bucky you were ready to go. You stepped out just as Natasha and Sam did, donning their driver and bodyguard outfits respectively. The elevator trip was much less awkward, Sam even managing to make a joke that you all laughed at.
You all walked to the car, you and Sam moving to the right and Nat and Bucky moving to the left. Nat and Sam got in the front seats of the car while Bucky opened the door for you, you slid to the seat on the other end so he wouldn't have to circle the car to enter. Sam pulled off just as he shut the door. You had been staring absentmindedly out of the window when you felt Bucky grip your hand and pull it towards his chest. You turned your head toward him, making no movements as you had no intention of pulling your hand away. As he turned the wedding rings on your finger you wondered again what it would be like to be loved by Bucky.
The drive was short, you arrived ‘fashionably late’ as Sam called it at 8:15. The estate was gorgeous, elegant and large but not overbearing. It rested on a large piece of land surrounded by forests and greenery.
“Ladies and gents we have arrived. I'll circle to the entrance to drop you two off and we'll park a few blocks away.” Sam said, while his tone was gleeful you heard the underlying worry in his voice. Bucky walked out and around to your door, reaching his hand around to help you step out. “Don't forget to turn on your coms.” Nat added quickly as you Bucky closed the car door.
Bucky moved his arm around your waist to guide you up the stairs of the extravagant mansion, the doors opened to a gorgeous ballroom, warm lighting, brown tones and old school jazz music coming from the live band in the corner. Just quiet enough to feel like a background song to a memory. There were plenty of people, criminals you assumed. All well dressed in browns, blacks and creams.
You admired the dress of one woman while Bucky walked you to the bar, keeping you close. He ordered himself a whiskey neat. One of the perks that come from being a super soldier on missions, he can drink normal alcohol with no consequences because it has no effect on his body. Discovering his inability to get drunk has given Bucky the opportunity to drink whiskey for the flavor, he has become a bit of a connoisseur post freedom, his current favorite being Bushmills Black Bush Whiskey. You ordered a ‘Shirley Temple’, not necessarily feeling like drinking alcohol. You moved to sit on the bar stool facing away from the bar while Bucky stayed standing on your right side waiting for your drinks.
The bartender handed Bucky your drinks when suddenly you felt a clammy hand on your shoulder, “ну что тут у нас? экзотическая красавица?” (well what do we have here? an exotic beauty?) You looked up at the person touching him, and immediately recognized him as Anatoli Volkov. You wanted to pull his hand off of you and break it but you couldn't do anything to make him suspicious, thankfully Bucky spoke before you did.
“моя жена великолепна, не так ли?” (my wife is gorgeous, isn't she?) he said, putting some obvious emphasis on the word wife. He then wrapped one of his arms around your neck. You reached up to grasp his hand floating hand, pulling it down slightly. Volkov smirked, “I meant you no offense, Mr.?” he said in an amused tone, highlighting his thick accent.
“Joseph Smith and my wife Iris”. Your thumb swiped across his hand as he spoke, your head leaning back into his chest. Anatoli reached his hand out towards Bucky to shake, “it's nice to meet you Joseph, i hope to see you both again” Volkov looked down at you with a sly smirk, Bucky diverted his attention when he reciprocated his handshake, Anatoli's eyes shooting back up to him. “I hope to see you again too” Bucky smiled but his grip tightened, Volkov shook out his hand as he turned and walked away from the both of you. You turned to face the bar taking a sip of your drink, the sweet liquid refreshing your parched throat.
Bucky's arm moved off of you to take a sip of his drink. You turned back to the crowd after downing half of your drink, taking a moment to see how much security was in the building. Eventually you noticed at least 8 men in all black suits, all of whom had repeatedly talked to the same man in a dark blue suit. He had been shadowing Volkov since you arrived, you noted.
Suddenly Bucky grabbed your knees, pulling you to face him and moving your legs around his waist, with one hand you gripped his wrist and with the other you stabilized yourself on his shoulder. Your hand slowly moved up his arm as he pushed his hand up into your dress clutching and rubbing at your ass and thighs. “gray suit 2:00, he might have made us, i'm not sure.” you barely brought yourself to tear your eyes away from his face to look at the man in question. He was standing in a corner watching the two of you, finally looking away to reach into his pocket to answer his phone. You tried to read his lips but were quickly distracted when Bucky pushed his head into your neck, your hand flying to his neck carefully holding his head.
“Think we should go?” he said into your ear, you cleared your throat “we don't have anything on Volkov yet, we should wait.” he grunted in response before pulling his head out from your shoulder, only moving one of his hands to reach for his glass of whiskey again. You looked up at him, wondering how he can manage to make butterflies turn in your stomach while staying completely calm, you hoped that your flustered behavior wasn't tipping off the other people in the ballroom. You looked back at the jazz band when the music ended, quietly clapping before Anatoli walked on stage. You immediately rolled your eyes, wanting to zone out but knowing that if you did you'd likely regret it. You reached to take a sip of your drink, reminding yourself as to why you hadn't ordered something alcoholic when Anatoli began to speak.
The whole speech was in Russian, he thanked his guests, boasted and bragged but still delivered no useful information. Fake laughter coming from all sides of the room. You had zoned out a bit, listening to the heavenly jazz band on stage once again until you felt a hand on your neck. Bucky grasped both sides of your face with both of his hands, tilting your head up to look at him, he chucked when you hesitated to look him in the eye.
He held his forehead against yours brushing your lips against each other before speaking again, “Somebodys watching us, doll.” He smirked when he finished using his hands to push your head in the direction of the man in the gray suit once again. You looked back at Bucky before aiming your head down.
You took your hands, taping the inside of yours and Bucky’s ears discreetly before moving them around his neck. You spoke quietly, “Nat, do you copy?” there were a few seconds of static before a response came “Copy kitty-girl, what's going on in there?” you smiled at the nickname, reminded of the night you and Nat had snuck Alpine out from Bucky’s room to put her in the animal Falcon costume. “We're all good but maybe not for long, we’re being watched.” “Alright, get out of there. We'll be at the front waiting.” You heard her call for Sam to start the car before you looked at Bucky in the eye again, nodding subtly.
He moved his hands from your face, grabbing your bag from the bar before lifting you off of the stool, you let a small gasp escape you. Before you could process the action he was pulling you across the room to the entrance, when you reached the stairs he placed an arm under your shoulders and the other under your knee, the action made you squeal and you in turn made him laugh. You felt like a princess, or at the very least a main character in a rom com that was not deemed relevant enough to have Bucky watch yet.
You were sure that anyone witnessing the interaction would simply think you two were a happy couple eager to get home after a long night of tension.
He placed you down to open the door to the large van, lifting you into your seat before sliding in himself. Sam begins to open his mouth to speak when you put a finger over your mouth in an effort to quiet him. You look through your purse finding a bug in the open interior pocket and a tracker handing them to Natasha, she hands you a bug detector. You took Bucky's hands to make sure there were no other devices before doing a quick sweep over his body and yours, after finding nothing you say “alright, we're clear”. Natasha smiles when you hand the bug detector back to her, noticing that Bucky hasn't taken his eyes off of you and you haven't let go of Bucky's hand.
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★ BLURBS/DRABBLES/HEADCANONS
Being Rivals to Lovers With Bucky Barnes by @blushingbucky
[avenger!reader; headcanon]
Bucky, Knives, and Crush by @breadqueen95
[agent!reader; headcanon]
Sleeping Alone by @sleepypanda27
It’s hard when Bucky is away on missions for a long time, but the reunions are always worth it
Patterns by @xbuchananbarnes
[avenger!reader; fluff] You and bucky help each other relax.*
Squeeze My Hand by @fullconstellationalt
[avenger!reader] “You squeeze my hand three times in the back of the taxi I can tell that it’s gonna be a long road I’ll be there if you’re the toast of the town, babe Or if you strike out and you’re crawling home” Taylor Swift’s “New Year’s Day”
Vowels in Marble by @pellucid-constellations
[avenger!reader; angsty] Bucky looks back at the final days
untitled by pellucid-constellations
[asthmatic!avenger!reader]  An asthmatic reader struggles whilst out on a mission, and then is taken care of by a concerned Bucky.
“You ought to be asleep.” by @sarahwroteathing
[avenger!reader; from her I Love You Drabbles series] Bucky is ready for bed, but he won’t go without you.*
Unavailable by @abovethesmokestacks
[avenger!reader] “Want to hang out and annoy each other for the next 50 years?” “Are you proposing?” + “I need to get something off my chest” hopes it’s their shirt
Soft And Sweet by abovethesmokestacks
Cuddles and scalp massages.
Word Blind by abovethesmokestacks
[journalist!reader] prompt: “why are you looking at me like that?”
Give Me a Reason by abovethesmokestacks
[angsty] “why do you even bother with me anymore?”
Hand in Unlovable Hand by @imaginearyparties
[avengers!au: avenger!bucky x avenger!reader/ex-widow!reader; lovers to... enemies?; drabble] "All your expectations of my love are impossible/ surely you know I'm not easy to hold" (adele)
Throw Your Head Back Laughing Like a Little Kid by @blushingbucky
[avenger!bucky x avenger!reader; hurt/comfort; drabble] Bucky learns how to laugh again.
★ ONESHOTS
Healing and Healed by @softlybarnes
[avenger!reader] Y/N is always healing Bucky, no matter how small the injury.
Four Years and a Countdown by @sweetlyscared
[agent!reader/avenger!reader] Steve loved Bucky, and he was genuinely happy his friend had found someone he trusted, someone who made his day brighter, and someone for whom he did the same. Steve also loved her, and if she chose Bucky, he wasn’t going to fight that. 
In the Right Hands by @loving-bucky-is-easier
[avenger!reader] On what should have been a routine mission, the reader’s life is put in jeopardy. Bucky must overcome some of his own demons to save her.
Ease My Mind by @wkemeup
[avenger!reader] When Bucky is drugged into a coma plagued with nightmares and his heart rate has risen to dangerous levels within his sleep, you are the last resort to wake him before his heart gives out. But you must enter his mind to do so; enter… his nightmares.
A New Start by wkemeup
[avenger!reader] Woken from a nightmare plagued with memories from his time in Hydra, Bucky finds himself standing at a mirror at 3am holding a pair of scissors, determined to cut away the strongest connection he has left to that time. His hair.
Lavender by wkemeup
[agent!reader] Not every nightmare is the same and Bucky doesn’t always wake up as the man you know. 
Canyons and Valleys by wkemeup
Bucky’s violent history is written upon his body like a map; scars he cannot bear to look at in fear of the monster in his reflection. When Bucky is forced to put his scars on display, he’s certain you’ll take one look at him and run.
Crawl Home to Her by wkemeup
Stranded without coms, alone, and bleeding out in the middle of a Russian snow storm, Bucky is content to let nature take its course. Only you won’t seem to let him go. 
Honey and Chamomile by wkemeup
[avenger!reader] Four cups of tea, four distinct moments in time, and each pulls you in closer beyond the walls surrounding Bucky’s heart
In Every Lifetime by @wkemeup
When Bucky’s first love from the 1940′s is found alive in cyro, he begins to question whether you’d turn from him in fear or disgust. 
Secret Admirer by @multi-stann
[avenger!reader] Who could your secret admirer within the compound possibly be? Wanda has offered to read peoples minds to see who it possibly could be, but you want to find out on your own accord, and that comes sooner rather than later because you just can’t contain your excitement anymore for this admirer of yours.
How She Loves by @allyouneedisbuck
[avenger!reader] Bucky has been cold for a long time and you’re unbelievably warm.
First Name Basis by @baroquebucky
[avenger!reader] In which only you can call bucky by his first name
Nothing Much Happens by @allmyspideys
[avenger!reader] You and Bucky have to share a room, but you listen to a sleep podcast and really hope bucky doesn’t mind.
Sleepyhead by @tom-holland-parker
[avenger!reader] Bucky doesn’t like to be touched but when you accidentally fall asleep on him one night, he realizes he could never get tired of your touch.
Rosemary’s Corner by @sunmoonandbucky
[Bookshop!au: bookstore!reader] “There’s something up with Bucky” and Steve’s not going to rest until he knows what it is.
Each Coming Night by @invisibleanonymousmonsters
[avenger!reader; angsty angst] Bucky can’t stop hearing their song, even after she’s gone. 
Eight Times by @revengingbarnes
[avenger!reader] Eight times Bucky Barnes said ‘I love you’ without saying ‘I love you’, and the one time he actually said it.
Blue by @lovelybarnes
[angst] You know him; maybe too well.*
Voicemail by lovelybarnes
[avenger!reader] Inspired by that thing where a dad had a voicemail of his daughter saying she loves him and he accidentally deleted it
Perfect by lovelybarnes
[avenger!reader; super fluffy] Where in bucky and reader come from their anniversary dinner, and bucky brings her back to the Avengers’ compound to relax and all. but little does reader know what Bucky has in his pocket.
Pin It by @buckysbabygorl
[avenger!reader] Reader will fight Barnes until she wins. Bucky isn’t complaining, he can’t resist pinning her to the floor…
Loud Thoughts by buckysbabygorl
[18+; avenger!reader] Bucky has been a bit off lately and Steve is growing concerned: he asks Wanda to take a peek at his thoughts and is surprised at what she finds.
Five Sweaters to Make You Want Me by @sebbytrash
[avenger!reader] Bucky looks good in sweaters*
Stay by @buckystarlight
[hurt/comfort] Bucky returns to you after a rough mission, needing a little extra tlc.*
National Anthem by @imagine-assembling-the-avengers
[avenger!reader] Reader has a surprise to help Bucky break his cabin fever.*
“Watch Your Step”  [both part of her 28 Ways (to say I love you) one-shot series] by @heli0s-writes
[avenger!reader] Going undercover with Bucky was never going to be easy, especially when he’s dressed to the nines, and you stumble around him on a good day.*
Star-Crossed by heli0s-writes
[18+; avenger!reader] Maybe it takes two broken people to make a whole.
Glass Boy by @nacho-bucky
[agent!reader] sudden kisses. in the middle of a sentence. catching the other’s lips and pulling them into your arms.
Art conservation: a remedy for insomnia, or the cause of it? by @barnesmurdock
[avenger!reader] Bucky can’t sleep and you’re binge watching Baumgartner Restoration videos on YouTube.
Celestial by pellucid-constellations
[avenger!reader] Bucky thinks you must be made of light; the stars are always brighter when he’s looking at them through your eyes.
In More Ways Than One by xbuchananbarnes
[avenger!reader] Laying low at a motel for a night. (prompt; Character A cleans Character B’s wounds after a rough mission. [A]’s fingers linger over scarred muscle as they finish wrapping the bandage)
About Last Week by xbuchananbarnes
[avenger!reader] Reader confessed something to Bucky while drunk, now she’s voiding him. He’s not having it.*
A Plan In Everything by xbuchananbarnes
[avenger!reader] “It’s finally hoodie weather, now give me yours.”
Adrenaline by xbuchananbarnes
[avenger!reader] Bucky’s in a coma, and you need him to wake up.*
Energy by xbuchananbarnes
[avenger!reader] Bucky is a love sick fool.
Bucky’s Got Game by @real-jane
[doctor!reader] Bucky’s got a crush, and Sam’s a little worried about whether or not he’s gonna see it to fruition.
Here and Now by @sunlightdances
[mechanic!reader] Bucky is tired but not too tired for you.*
Tell Me Which One Is Worse (Living or Dying First) by @nightowlwriting
[avenger!reader; angst with a happy ending] You are in love with Bucky Barnes. For a long time, the both of you were joined at the hip but then your team stops being paired with his on missions. He stops inviting you over for movie nights. when it finally looks like things are looking up, you hear Bucky talking with Steve and… it’s not good.
A Sleepless Night Leads You to Bucky’s Room by @scrumptious-delusion
[avenger!reader] “Like I expected, you’re much comfier than my pillow" + "I called you because I can’t fall asleep.”
Burning the Midnight Oil by @bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky
[hurt/comfort] You wake up to an empty bed, and find your lover hiding from his nightmares.*
I'll Wear Your Ring by bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky
[avenger!bucky; angst] “I wrote you a letter, I said I was better. I said I would never know why you left like a bandit, It's not like we planned it, but I'll leave the light on for a while. And I'll leave the linen the way they've been slept in, the sheets on the bed in a pile. And I'll wear your ring on the right hand for a while”.
Hold My Girl by @pellucid-constellations
[avenger!bucky; fluffy fluff; established relationship.] Bucky comes home from a mission and needs time to hold his girl.
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Like The Stars Miss The Sun •Seven• (Bucky Barnes X Stark!Reader Series)
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Summary ~ Your search for the serum finally leads to a name and things between you and Bucky shift for better or worse.
Disclaimer ~ I do not own Marvel or any of its characters.
Word Count ~ 4.4k
Warnings ~ mention of injuries, mention of hospitals, talks of Bucky’s past (hydra torture) angst, fluff
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A/n ~ Sorry that there is no “read more” cut. There seems to be some kind of big with those right now so I'm avoiding them until they get fixed.
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The dull throbbing in your ankle had yet to lessen, you could feel your heartbeat in your foot as you pulled off the black heels and rolled your foot around to try and stretch it out. The low rumble of the SUV’s engine made your head ache, the chaos of being shot at and chased through the streets of Madripoor catching up with you finally as you dropped your head back against the headrest behind you.
“How’s your ankle?” Bucky questioned from his seat beside you, his eyes on you and you could barely make out the blue of them in the low light.
You shrugged and placed your shoes on your lap, “It’s fine, just a little sore.” You held up one of the shoes by looping your finger in the back of the heel, “take note; these are not good for running for your life.” The shoe clicked against its twin as you dropped it onto your lap.
Bucky’s lips turned up at the corners, “I’ll be sure to remember that.”
None of you had questioned why Sharon had drivers and rather expensive cars that came to pick you all up, she got some weird looks from you and Sam but that was where it stopped as she told you all to pile in. The drivers quickly sped off, both of them heading toward what you assumed was the place Sharon had mentioned in High Town. Though Zemo’s earlier words of you having no friends in that part of the city echoed in the back of our mind as you stared out the car at all of the passing lights.
It was nearly ten by the time you arrive at the large multi-floored building and were dropped off at the front gate where men in suits were waiting for you. One of your brows quirked up as you pushed the door open and stepped out, shoes in hand as you walked across the s with a barely there limp.
“Looks like being on the run is treating you well, Sharon.” You glanced over your shoulder at the blonde woman walking over to you.
She rolled her eyes and sauntered past you and the men at the gate, leading the four of you inside the building without a word.
Your shoes dangled from your finger tips as you followed Sharon into the building, your eyes drifting up to the tan walls and crown molding that lined the ceiling above you. The five of you marched onward to the elevators that sat at the back of the lobby, Sharon pressed the button for the penthouse which earned another raised brow from you, how was she able to afford this place?
Soon enough, you got your answer.
The elevator ride was short and silent, none of you saying a word as the soft whirring of the lift sounded around you and filled the more than awkward silence. Zemo placed himself at the back of the elevator, as faraway from Sharon as he could which you thought was a wise idea.
If you were Sharon, you would want him dead too.
Not that you didn’t already.
Bucky stayed close to you in the elevator, his fist clenching and unclenching repeatedly at his side. He didn’t like elevators, but he said nothing about it when you had all piled inside and instead opted to stick as close to you as he could without making it obvious that he was uncomfortable.
You could practically feel the relief from him when the elevator dinged, signaling its arrival at the top floor where the penthouse was. Bucky was less than subtle when he pushed past Sam to get out of the elevator as soon as the doors opened, his left hand balled into a tight fist as he moved forward.
Sam shot a look over to you as you walked out beside him, one of his brows raised as he silently questioned you.
The only answer you gave him was a slight lift of your shoulders as you strolled ahead of him.
The inside of the penthouse was nothing like what you were expecting. While you had expected there to be some art hanging on the walls to decorate the place, you weren’t expecting the entire main area of the penthouse to be filled with very stolen, very real art.
“Well, it looks like breaking all those laws is treating you well huh?” Sam voiced what you were all thinking as you were led through the area filled with glass cases holding priceless works of art.
Sharon turned around and walked backward as she spoke, “I thought if I had to hustle, I may as well enjoy the life of a real hustler.” She threw her arms out at her sides and gestured to the objects around her, “you know how much I can get for a real Monet?”
Sam laughed under his breath, “hey, easy, deactivate your hustle mode. You sell fake Monets.”
Zemo stepped in and spoke up, ”no, she means real. This gallery specializes in stolen artwork.” He walked past Sam who was now staring at one of the paintings in the cases, “Monets, Van Gogh, classics.”
Sam deadpanned, clearly not believing him.
“It’s true. You know, half the artwork in museums like the Louvre is fake.” Bucky patted him on the shoulder as he walked past him, “Real stuff sits in places like this.”
Sam turned his eyes to you, your attention on a beautiful Ming Dynasty Vase, “They’re kidding right?”
Your brows came together, “Why are you asking me?” You pointed at yourself.
“Because, you’re the resident rich kid.”
“Okay, wow.” You tapped on the glass case in front of you, “For the record, I only know this because Pepper is a bit of an art nerd, not because I’m rich.” You pointed at him as you trolled around the case, “These are all real.”
Sam scrunched his face up in a mocking expression, “Okay guys, I see what you’re doing, you’re all more worldly than good ol’ Sam.” He pulled out his phone to presumably look up if he was right.
You bit your lip and held back a laugh as you walked past him and headed toward Bucky.
“Yeah? What’s google say?” Bucky shot back at him over his shoulder with a cocky grin plastered across his face.
Before the guys could continue their short back and forth, Sharon opened a door across the room and called out to you all, “Come on guys, I’m hosting clients in an hour.”
The four of you followed Sharon once again and headed into the back room away from the show floor. The room was lit by a few lamps in the corners which Sharon was flicking on when you entered, the warm light filling the space which was occupied by a sofa, some cushioned armchairs, and several wardrobes that were pushed up against the walls.
“Raid those if you want, there should be some clothes you can change into.” Sharon gestured to the large wardrobes with a lazy wave of her hand, “Unless you wanna stay in those clothes.” She shrugged, “I have to get things set up for my showing, so make yourselves at home.”
That was all she said before she disappeared down the hall and left you all alone.
You dropped your shoes on the floor and broke the silence with their loud thud, since none of the guys seemed to want to move first you took it upon yourself to do so.
Walking barefoot toward the wardrobe on the right and wasted no time pulling the doors open and beginning your search for anything comfier than what you were currently wearing, which wouldn’t be too hard.
Immediately you were shocked by the sheer amount of clothing inside the wardrobe, all different sizes and styles which made you assume it was stolen like the rest of the stuff here. You simply shrugged and pulled out a pair of wide-legged pants and a fitted shirt before folding them over your arm and turning back to face the guys.
“I don’t know about you lot, but I want out of these clothes.” You tugged at the fabric of your dress and held up your arm that had the new clothes hanging over it, “I’m gonna go find a bathroom.”
The door squeaked quietly as you pulled it shut behind you and walked back down the hall toward where you had left the guys almost fifteen minutes ago. You had found a bathroom just down the hall and locked yourself inside to change into the vastly more comfortable outfit you had pulled from Sharon’s massive wardrobe. What should have been a quick trip down the hall and back ended up being nearly twenty minutes of you locked in the bathroom because you had stared at your bruised body in the mirror for a little too long before starting to scrub the makeup off of your face.
After taking an inventory of all of the new bruises littering your body and cleaning the smeared makeup off of your face, you quickly changed into your new outfit and gathered up your old one before making your way out of the bathroom and toward where you heard the lively conversation coming from down the hall.
“There she is,” Sam cheered as soon as you walked back into the room, “We were about to send Bucky to come and find you.”
You rolled your eyes at him and let your eyes wander over to Bucky, “Very funny Sam.”
Bucky was sitting on the couch now wearing black pants and a black t-shirt, the outfit looked significantly more comfortable than his last.
You tossed your dress onto the back of the couch and made your way over to where Bucky was sitting, “Hasn’t anyone ever told you not to rush a lady when she’s getting ready?’ You raised a brow at Sam and sat down beside Bucky crossing one of your legs over your knees.
Bucky’s arm moved to rest on the back of the couch behind you, his thumb brushing along your shoulder slightly as he stared over at you with his brows knit together.
Sam was standing by one of the wardrobes digging around inside while half-dressed, a pair of black pants being the only thing he wore as he searched for a shirt he liked. Sharon walked back into the room from the same hallway she had disappeared down before you went to the restroom, she too had done an outfit change and now wore a square-necked black shirt and fitted black pants.
Black was the theme of all of your outfits apparently.
“Well, you guys look more comfortable now.” She smiled at Sam as she walked past him and dropped her coat over the back of the couch.
Sam furrowed his brows and pursed his lips as he turned around with a long sleeve green shirt in his hands, “What’s going on, Sharon? You don’t ever wanna come back home?” He turned to face her as she walked over to the window and pulled open the drawer in one of the small tables sitting beneath it.
“They’ll lock me up if I step foot back in the states,” she scoffed, “Madripoor doesn’t allow extradition.”
You had never really gotten to know Sharon, you’d only met her a few times before and it was always in passing. All you knew about her was she was a SHIELD agent, and then a CIA agent, and then on the run for helping Steve just like you had.
“Look, I’m sorry I didn’t call.” Sam sighed as he pulled the shirt over his head, “but after the Blip and the chaos, I just-“
Sharon cut him off, “you know the whole hero thing is a joke, right?”
You shifted to look back at her.
“The way you gave up that shield, deep down you must know it's all hypocrisy.” She narrowed her eyes at Sam while keeping her voice level.
Zemo finally spoke up from where he was hunched over the table in the corner, “He knows. And not so deep down.” All eyes turned to him.
“By the way, how is the new Cap?” Sharon smirked, clearly already knowing the answer to her question.
Beside you, Bucky let out a low groan, “Don’t get me started.” He flexed his metal hand causing the mechanics in it to drone quietly.
“Please,” she laughed and moved to sit in the chair facing Bucky, “you buy into all that stars and strips crap.” She waved over to Sam before continuing, “before you were his pet psychopath you were Mr. America! Cap’s best friend.” She grinned and you fought the sudden urge to roll your eyes at her.
Bucky, however, did not, “wow, she’s kind of awful now.”
“Karli Morgenthau and at least seven others have taken the serum.” Sam got straight to work talking as he joined the rest of you and sat down in the cushioned chair beside Sharon’s.
Sharon shook her head, “You guys really should steer clear of all of this, for your own safety.”
“That definitely didn’t sound threatening at all.” You raised a brow and stared at the blonde, “What is that supposed to mean?”
“It means, that a lot of dangerous people are after this too.” She narrowed her eyes at you, her tone defensive like you had struck nerves you weren’t supposed to.
“We know it’s a risk, but it’s one we need to take.” Sam sighed.
Bucky’s hand now rested fully on your shoulder, “We got a name, Wilfred Nagel.”
Tapping her fingers on the arm of the chair, Sharon stood, “Nagel works for the Power Broker.”
“We need your help Sharon.” Sam laced his fingers together and leaned forward, “I can get your name cleared.”
That seemed to get her attention because she quickly leveled her gaze on Sam again, this time it was cold, “are you haggling with my life?”
“Not like that.”
She shook her head and poured herself a glass of alcohol, “I don’t buy that. You pretending like you can clear my name.” She walked back over and leaned against the arm of the couch.
“Okay, maybe it is hypocrisy, maybe you’re right.” Sam ran a hand over his face and sighed, “What happened to you. But I’m willing to try if you are.” He stood and walked over to stand in front of her.
There were a few seconds of tense silence before he spoke again while gesturing to Sam, “They cleared the bionic staring machine, and he killed almost everybody he’s met.”
“I heard that.” Bucky said with a flat voice.
Sam’s hand shifted to point at you, “Ross wanted her locked up in the raft forever just like me, but here we are.”
Sharon tilted her head up, “I don’t trust charity.”
“Alright, a deal then.” Sam folded his arms over his chest, “You help us out, and I get your name cleared.”
Sharon’s eyes shifted from Sam to where you and Bucky still sat on the couch before she grabbed his outstretched hand and shook it. The two of them shook hands for a few seconds before they let go and Sharon down the last of her drink.
“Well, I sell to some pretty connected people, lay low, blend in, enjoy the party.” She stepped away from Sam before pausing and turning to face you and Bucky, “Except for you two. I don’t want the Winter Soldier or Stark down there, you two’ll stick out like sore thumbs.”
You scowled, “What? So we’re stuck in here?”
“There is a kitchen down the hall, you can help yourself if you get hungry, just please try out of trouble. That goes for you guys too.” She pointed at Sam and Zemo Before walking out of the room to go meet her guests.
Zemo turned around and looked across the room at Sam, “I supposed we should go and mingle then.”
Sam sighed, “You mingle on your own, away from me Zemo.”
You laughed quietly as Sam begrudgingly walked after Sharon to go and blend in.
In truth, you really didn’t want to go out, so you were honestly kind of glad Sharon didn’t want you and Bucky out there.
As soon as Zemo and Sam were out of the room, you dropped your head to the side and let it fall against Bucky’s shoulder while losing a long drawn-out breath.
The faint sound of the loud music coming from the showroom floor filtered in through the walls, the overall tune of the music muffled by the walls it went through but it was still loud enough for you to hear the drumming of the base.
Bucky squeezed your shoulder gently before he spoke, his voice rumbling against your ear as he did, “You alright?”
You nodded slightly while keeping your head against his shoulder, “what about you?”
He stayed still and said nothing.
You pressed your brows together and sat up while shifting your body to face him, “Buck?”
He refused to meet your eyes and instead focused on the rug spread across the floor, the woven fibers apparently taking president over you.
“Sam was just messing around, the whole ‘bionic staring machine’ thing, it was just a joke he didn’t mean anything by it.” You thought maybe what Sam said had upset him.
Bucky shook his head, “That didn’t bother me.” He pulled his arm off of the back of the couch and leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees, “Did I scare you?” He kept his eyes down on the floor.
“Scare me?” You shook your head, “Why would you scare me?” You scooted over closer to him and carefully reached under his arm to loop yours with it.
He finally turned his head to look at you, “Back at the club, what I did to those guys.” His eyes moved across your face.
Your brows pinched together, “Buck, you didn’t scare me.” You slid your arm down to where his hands were closed around one another and grabbed one of them so you could lace your fingers with him, “You’ve never scared me.” You squeezed his hand to emphasize your point.
His chest rose as he inhaled a heavy breath, “I hate you seeing me like that, seeing me act like him.”
“I’ve seen you, and I’ve seen him, you do not scare me, James Barnes.”
You remembered what it was like the first time you had met Bucky, the first time you had met the Winter Soldier. It was in DC several years ago, you had been in town to visit Natasha after she complained about never getting to see you unless she went all the way to New York. The two of you had been out for dinner when she was called to the hospital after Fury’s attack, you had went with her because she was your friend and you knew what it was like to lose people you cared about. After Fury had “died” you ended up on the run with Nat and Steve after unintentionally getting yourself on SHIELD's (HYDRA’s) radar when you were seen with the two of them. From there you met Sam Wilson and together the three of your ended up in Sam’s car driving down the highway with Jasper Sitwell wedged in the back seat with you and Natasha. After that, chaos erupted when Sitwell was pulled out of the car window and tossed into oncoming traffic by the Winter Soldier.
The first time you met him you ended up in a fight against him that you could never hope to win, he threw punches at you with so much force he broke three of your ribs before his metal hand clamped down around your throat. The only thing that stopped him from crushing your windpipe was Steve’s shield connecting with the side of his head moment’s before the blond Super Soldier barreled into his side and knocked him off of you.
“I remember bits and pieces from that day on the bridge.” Yet again Bucky said something that made you question if he really could read your mind.
He must have noticed your confusion by the expression on your face, “You’ve got that face you make when you’re thinking too hard, if I had to guess I’d say it was about that day in DC.”
You were an open book to Bucky Barnes.
As far you knew, he had never been told about what the soldier had done to you in DC, how you had spent days in the hospital after Steve, Natasha, and Sam had taken down SHIELD.
“I remember hurting you.” He paused and quickly corrected himself which almost made you smile, “I remember what he did to you.” Bucky’s eyes dropped to his metal hand and he stretched out his fingers so he could stare at the palm, “It came back in bits and pieces at first, like everything else did only I still don’t remember it all since they put me back in that machine after that mission.”
Bucky never talked about what they did to him; he never told you about the chair. You knew that particular subject was a touchy one for him, and one of the main topics of the nightmares he had every night. So for him to be bringing up HYDRA wiping him on his own was something so bazaar to you.
“I have nightmares about it all the time, it’s like I’m taking a back seat in my own mind while your neck is in this damned metal hand.” He pulled away from you and stood, flexing his left hand in front of him before looking back at you, “and your eyes, I can always see how scared you are in your eyes and there is nothing I can do to stop it.”
You stood from the couch and closed the distance he had put between the two of you, all while reaching out for his left hand. His eyes were on your hand the entire time it moved toward him, he never moved to stop you so you took that as your sign to keep going. You grabbed the cool metal of his hand and pulled it up, he let you guide his hand up to the side of your face where you pressed it against your cheek.
He tensed slightly when he made contact with your skin but still made no moves to pull away.
“You didn’t kill Steve.” You stared up at him while pressing his hand to your cheek, “And you didn’t kill me.”
Bucky’s thumb moved along your cheekbone and his brows came together as his eyes scanned your face. At first, he said nothing and just continued staring down at you with his hand on your face, but after a moment his other hand moved to rest on your waist. He was hesitant at first, like he thought you would pull away. When you made no moves to step away from him at the contact he spoke, and his question made you freeze.
“Can I kiss you?”
You weren’t stupid, and you weren’t oblivious. You knew things between you and Bucky had bordered on the grey area between friendship and something more for a long time. Neither of you had ever said anything to the other about it. You kept any romantic thoughts you had about Bucky to yourself out of fear that you would push him away and ruin the friendship you had with him. But now he was taking a step you had always been too scared to, and you had no clue what to do.
So, you nodded instead of trusting your words.
Bucky lifted his hand from your waist and moved it to rest against the side of your neck while the hand on your cheek slid down to mirror it on the other side of your neck. You grabbed his elbows with your hands to stop the slight tremble in them while your eyes bounced around his face but ultimately landed on his lips.
Then he leaned down and gently pressed his lips to yours like he was still afraid you would pull away.
You didn’t pull away though, you stood up on your tiptoes and stepped forward to be as close to him as you could while he kissed you slowly and ran his thumbs along your jawbone.
You would be lying if you hadn’t wondered what it would be like to kiss Bucky before, it was a thought that crossed your mind on more than one occasion before you would quickly shove the thoughts to the back of your mind.
None of those thoughts could have ever prepared you for actually kissing him.
Your face was on fire and our cheeks hurt from holding back a smile.
Bucky’s hands held you like you were some kind of porcelain doll; like he was afraid he would break you if he held you too tight. You, on the other hand, had your hands clamped down on his shirt holding fistfuls of the fabric to pull him as close to you as you possibly could while your lips worked against his.
Then, as quickly as he had leaned in and kissed you he pulled back.
“I'm sorry.” he shook his head and moved to step away from you but he kept his hands on your neck, “I shouldn't have done that.” He traced the hallow of your cheek with his thumb, his touch burning like fire against your skin.
“Don’t apologize.” You shook your head and leaned forward so your foreheads connected, “Please don't apologize.”
“Okay. Okay, I won't.” he breathed a moment before leaning back in and kissing you again.
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Masterlist | marvel masterlist |
Requested : no
Inspired by this tik tok!
Pairing : Bucky Barnes x (they/them) Rogers! reader
Type : Angst + fluff
Word count : 1.2k
have a great day/night!! <3
(Can be read as a part two of ‘sit in the shower’ or by itself)
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“I just don’t understand, what did I do?” Y/n huffed, sitting down on the sofa sighing. Sam frowned at their words as he picked up his shoes, sitting next to them. “You didn’t do anything, y/n/n.” he assured, tying the laces on his shoes. “Ever since Steve left, he just pushed me away! Things were getting better! He’s the only one I have left from...well, you know.” they finished, Sam nodding as he was aware they were referring to ‘old times’. And Y/n was right, before Steve had left, they had gotten better. Bucky was slowly showing more emotions to them, slowly rebuilding their relationship before he completely shut them out with no explanation. 
The room went silent as Bucky walked in, glaring at Sam, covering up the panicked look on his face. “You two try not to kill each other while I’m gone.” he instructs, squeezing Y/n’s shoulder and nodding his head at Bucky before grabbing his shield and walking out of the front door. A silence swept over, the occasional sound of moving feet and sighs while the TV played softly in the background. “Why are you avoiding me?” Y/n spoke up, their voice soft as Bucky looked at them, biting his lip and finishing his drink. He didn’t respond, mainly due to being unsure on what to say. “Look me in the eyes, and tell me why.” Y/n asked, blocking the way out.
“Can I just leave please?” he responded, looking at the ground and not meeting their eyes. “If you leave, you’ll never see me again.” they threatened, looking at him with hope, thinking he’d change his mind. “I’m fine with that. Let me go.” he lied, regretting it as he looked up and saw the pain on their face, debating on saying the truth. “Are you kidding me? After everything? After all the nights we spent talking, all the gifts that we exchanged, and you just want to act like it didn’t matter at all?” Y/n huffed; their voice occasionally cracking making Bucky feel even worse.
“I don’t know what you’re trying to get out of me.” he sighed, rubbing his head with his hand as Y/n scoffed at him. “I’m trying to get something, anything out of you. you haven’t spoken to me since Steve left - he didn’t just leave you. Did I not matter to you at all? Did you just want to lead me on?” they interrogated; the desperation evident in their voice. “You want the answer? I never liked you. You just started talking to me, and I just went along with it.” he responded, the room going silent as Y/n sat down on the chair, biting their cheek. “Both of us know that’s bullshit.” they defended, shaking their head at him.
“It’s the truth, whether you like it or not.” he grunted, walking back out in the hallway. “God, I like you! I have feelings for you! I want to spend more time with you, but you’ve disappeared for no reason!” They confessed, Bucky stopping in his tracks and taking a deep breath before turning to face them. “...I know.” he replied, meeting their eyes as he ran his hand through his hair. “You knew? Is that why you distanced yourself? You’re scared of me confessing my feelings to you?” they asked softly, walking over and standing only a few steps away from him. “I just didn’t want you to be hurt by me.” he sighed, taking a few steps back, moving his metal arm back which didn’t go past them. “Oh, so you were just gonna reject me pre-emptively and disappear to ‘protect’ me?” they rambled, grabbing his arm as he turned to walk away.
He pulled his hand away, Y/n not easily letting go of him. “Please, just let me go.” he requested, now looking away from them and avoiding Y/n’s gaze not wanting to meet it. “No. We’re going to talk about this because you can’t just leave people’s lives like this.” Y/n ordered, following him down the hallway and not leaving him alone. “I already told you everything, I never liked you.” he carried on, Y/n shaking their head as they walked into his room, Y/n sitting on the edge while he paced slightly back and forth. “No, I think I know what’s going on. You’re scared of developing feelings too, so you ditched everything.” Y/n exposed, Bucky grimacing as he knew they were right, not wanting to admit it.
“What’s so wrong with reciprocating my feelings? Are you scared to like me?” they questioned, Bucky sighing as he shook his head, frowning at them and not hiding it. “It’s not you. You weren’t the reason I was avoiding you7. Is that what you wanted to hear?” he retorted, Y/n taking a deep breath, turning to face him as he looked down, his eyes lingering on his arm -  Y/n practically reading his mind. “Then what’s the reason? You think you don’t deserve love? You’re scared of falling in love?” They asked softly, slowly moving closer as he did too, their hands almost touching.  “Yes! I’m terrified of falling in love again. You know me better than anyone else, you know that I’m not ready to be loved.” he reminded, gesturing to his arm first before himself. “Why are you so scared?” they wondered, Bucky biting his lip before deciding to answer.
“One day, you’ll realise you don’t actually love me. You’ll fall out of love. What am I supposed to do then?” he stated, making Y/n frown and wince slightly at his choice of words. “So, because you think that a relationship with me would crash and burn, you’d rather disappear from my life forever?” their voice hoarse, making Bucky feel guilty. “Neither of us would get hurt. That’s the best-case scenario.” he said bluntly, Y/n shaking their head at their childhood friend in disbelief. “You already hurt me. Why didn’t you just talk to me? Why didn’t you just say that you didn’t want to be in a relationship with me?” they spoke up, their leg bouncing as they tried to stop their eyes misting up.
“Because I knew as soon as we started talking, we’d end up in a relationship, I can’t refuse you.” he admitted, his heart dropping as he saw the tears roll down their cheek. “Why would I convince you to be in a relationship when you aren’t ready for one?” they uttered, Bucky wasting no time in wiping the tears from their face, muttering apologies. “You wouldn’t have to do anything to convince me, doll. Just seeing you would make me feel okay with falling in love with you.” He confessed, playing with his hands and inspecting his metal hand. Y/n took his metal hand, intertwining theirs with it and waiting for a second before he pulled away but he didn’t. 
“Then, I’ll wait until you’re completely ready.” they comforted, Bucky and Y/n finally locking eyes. “What if I’m never ready?” he asked, fearfully as they squeezed his hand to assure him. “That’s okay too. Please just tell me you’ll try?” they asked, not wanting to pressure it. He thought about it for a second before wrapping his arm around them, Y/n immediately returning the hug and placing their head in his chest. “I’ll try.” he assured, smiling back at them as they looked up at him. “I’m okay with my heart being broken, as long as it’s you.” they joked, earning a genuine laugh from the male as he shook his head no.
“Then I’ll try my best not to break it.”
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Breakfast Is Served || Stucky x Reader
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Summary: Bucky decides to have you for breakfast. When Steve interrupts you, he asks him to join in and the both of them feast on you. 
Warnings: SMUT MINORS DNI, Porn without plot (like there's literally no plot, just filth), dom!Bucky (trust me, it’s a warning), fingering, edging, oral sex (f & m receiving), penetrative sex, dirty talk, slight degradation/name calling (slut), cum play kinda, praise kink, overstimulation, threesome, fluff at the end. No real Stucky action, just them having their fun with the reader ;) (although Bucky kinda fucks them both in a way👀)
English is not my first language
Word count: 7800
Notes: it's my first time writing both a threesome and a Stucky x Reader fic so I'm sorry if it sucks :(
Also this is a direct continuation of Let Me Help so READ PART 1 HERE
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Bucky's hand traveled from your hip to your ass, squeezing your flesh over the thin fabric of your pajama pants before giving you a spank. It wasn't hard, just enough to awaken a tingling sensation on your skin, but you still let out a moan. It was more from surprise than pain, jumping in place as soon as his hand made contact with your backside. Your eyes darted down the hallway, checking to make sure Steve didn't emerge from the bathroom before pushing your hips back, making contact with Bucky's semi-hard cock. 
It was wrong. You knew it was wrong. Steve and Bucky were your friends and you weren't supposed to play with them like that. Not only had you betrayed your agreement with Bucky, but you had dragged Steve into the middle of it all. You were a horrible person, a depraved whore, but you couldn't help but feel a desperate attraction to both of them and you were tired of hiding it. Screw your friendship! This was more fun anyway.
"Did you enjoy making him cum?" Bucky growled in your ear, planting a couple of wet kisses along your neck before pulling away only a few inches so he could remove your pants. You put up no resistance, letting him do whatever he wanted with you. "Of course you did, you dirty little slut. You're soaking through your panties." 
Bucky's fingers stroked your pussy over the small cotton fabric covering you, paying special attention to your swollen bundle of nerves that was desperate for some friction. It felt wonderful, but it wasn't enough. You needed more, much more. Your pussy was aching for relief and a simple rubbing over your panties wasn't going to get you there.
"Bucky, please." You whimpered, grinding your hips against his hand in a desperate attempt to create more friction. Maybe if he was quick you could get the relief you so desperately craved before Steve interrupted you. 
"What is it, doll? You wanna cum, is that it?" He sounded so condescending that you were sure if you were in any other situation you would have hit him for talking to you that way. But at that moment you were too desperate to pretend that his teasing tone didn't turn you on. "Are you that desperate that you don't even care if Steve walks in on us?" 
"He won't if you're quick, Bucky, pleaseee." You begged him, feeling tears of frustration begin to form in your eyes. You were ready to cry if that's what he wanted, anything to feel his hands exploring your body as he brought you to that sweet relief.
"And what makes you think you deserve to cum?" You could hear the smile in his voice. He was enjoying torturing you, raising your hopes as he pushed your panties aside only to move his fingers up and down your wet folds avoiding the place where you needed him most. 
"Only good girls get to cum and you've been a very, very bad girl." The rasp in his voice did nothing to ease the pressure in your stomach, it only added fuel to the fire burning inside you.
You wanted to cry, the frustration mixed with the excitement was starting to become too much. You needed relief and you needed it now, you were willing to do anything to get it. You opened your mouth to beg one more time, at this point you knew how much Bucky enjoyed it. However, the only thing that came out of your mouth was a moan of surprise as you felt Bucky's index and middle fingers suddenly thrust into your dripping hole. 
Your velvety walls welcomed them gladly, your pussy crying out in pleasure as you finally got the attention you so desperately needed. When Bucky curved his fingers inside you, he reached that soft, spongy part inside you that made you see stars. You dropped onto the counter, eyes closed as you bit down on your arm to keep from moaning. Wave after wave of pleasure coursed through your body, pure electricity traveling through your veins as your warm, wet walls clenched over Bucky's fingers, clinging desperately to them in an attempt to hold them in place until you got the relief you so desperately needed.
"Why didn't you tell me you liked Steve, doll?" Bucky's deep voice echoed behind you, the fingers of his free hand entwining in your hair and tugging the strands until he brought your ear close to his mouth. "The three of us could have had some fun... Oh you like the sound of that, don't you, doll? Of course you do, you naughty little slut."
"F-fuck, Bucky, please... I'm so close." You begged, feeling your orgasm approaching. Every word out of Bucky's mouth, every gasp or degrading nickname went straight to your center, his filthy mouth working together with his fingers to push you closer and closer to the edge. 
"You wanna cum, baby? You wanna cum on my fingers?" You nodded fervently, mumbling incoherently as you felt the knot in your stomach tighten with each movement of his fingers. You were so close you could feel the force of your orgasm struggling to break free.
"Well, too bad."
And just like that, Bucky removed his fingers from inside you, leaving you unsatisfied and confused. You couldn't contain the frustrated whimper that escaped your lips, tears building up your eyes as your pussy tightened around nothing, missing Bucky's long fingers.
"Bucky, what the hell?" you tried not to scream so as not to alert Steve, but the annoyance was clear in your voice. 
"I told you, doll, only good girls get to come." He kept eye contact with you as he brought his fingers to his mouth, savoring your taste on his skin as he moaned against his digits. You couldn't look away even though you wanted to, mesmerized by the sensual flick of his tongue. He gave you a cocky smile before returning to his place at the table, closing the newspaper that had been left forgotten there and folding it in two as if preparing to go about his morning routine.
"Bucky we don't have time for this. Steve is gonna come out of the shower any minute now."
"That didn't seem to matter to you two seconds ago." You let out a snort at the arrogance in his voice, shaking your head as you prepared to disappear into your room to take matters into your own hands. However, Bucky didn't let you get past him, closing his fingers around your arm to stop you. "I didn't say you could leave. I'm not done with you yet." 
And just like that, he had you under his spell again. 
You let him pull you closer to him, enjoying the way his hands roamed your body, caressing every inch of skin in their path. His playful fingers slipped underneath your pajama top, up your stomach until they reached your breasts. Your nipples reacted to his touch immediately, hardening under his palms. When he pinched them, you bit your lip to keep from letting out a moan.
You didn't question him when he removed your panties, you just reveled in the softness of his caresses as he moved the piece of fabric down your legs. Once they were on the floor you stepped out of them, letting Bucky settle you on the table in front of him with your legs spread and your pussy exposed to his hungry gaze. The blue in his eyes had darkened letting you know how desperate he was for you. 
"I'm hungry, doll. You interrupted my breakfast and now you're not leaving this table until I'm satisfied." Bucky didn't give you time to react, he just dove right between your legs, lapping up your juices like a man starving.
Your hands flew to his hair, pressing his face against your center to make sure he didn't go anywhere this time. His tongue was very skilled and knew exactly what to do to make a mess of you. Granted, you were already very sensitive from all the edging, so you weren't going to last long anyway, but you knew full well that even if you weren't so desperate, Bucky was capable of taking you over the edge at record speed with his sinful tongue. 
When he caught your clit between his lips and sucked you let out a loud moan. Your back was to the hallway, so you momentarily forgot about the possibility of Steve appearing there at any moment. The whole world around you ceased to exist as you felt your orgasm approaching for the second time. 
Your thighs closed around Bucky's head, trapping him in place as your body began to shake with pleasure. It felt as if your orgasm was going to be too intense and for a moment you panicked. You tried to pull away from Bucky to catch your breath and give your body some time to prepare for what was to come, but he wouldn't let you. His hands closed over your hips, fingers digging into your flesh to hold you in place. 
"Fuck, Bucky, I can't... 's too much." You mumbled incoherently, but he didn't stop. He showed you no mercy as he licked your pussy like it was the tastiest candy he'd ever tasted, taking what he wanted from you. 
However, fate forced him to give you a break when Steve's horrified and embarrassed voice brought you back to the real world. The blond apologized awkwardly, unsure of how to react to such a situation. He had made the mistake of entering the room while drying his hair with a towel after his much-needed shower and didn't realize what was happening until it was too late.
"Don't be sorry, Steve. You're just on time for breakfast." Bucky spoke, emerging from between your legs to look at his friend. He moved his chair to the side, leaving a space at the table for him to sit down to feast with you as well. Steve froze in place, though he couldn't stop his eyes from traveling to your glistening pussy. It looked so pretty and inviting, tempting his self-control.
"Don't worry, she doesn't mind. Don't you, doll?" Steve felt his cock twitching in his pants as he looked up to see you. You looked completely wrecked, your hair disheveled and your eyes glassy. Your breathing was accelerated, your chest rising and falling rapidly as you tried to come down from your high.
"Steve, please." You begged in a hoarse voice. "I need you, baby." You sounded pathetic, completely desperate, but it was enough to convince him. Steve approached you slowly, sitting down in the free chair next to Bucky. He was tense, you could see it in the stiffness of his shoulders, but the darkness in his eyes told you he wanted this as much as you did. He was just a little nervous.
"I don't know how- I never have-" He tried to explain his situation, but stopped himself both times. He knew you guys wouldn't judge him for his lack of experience, but he still felt silly admitting he had no idea how to eat a woman out.
"That's okay, pal. That's why I'm here." Bucky gave him a friendly pat on the shoulder before returning his attention to you. "Just watch and learn." He buried his face between your legs once more, leaning slightly to the side so Steve had a view of the way his tongue flicked over your clit.
You let out a loud moan as Bucky's lips made contact with your wet folds, pulling your head back as you let yourself be carried away by the pleasure. It was the most beautiful sight Steve had ever seen. You looked like an angel with the sunlight streaming through the window framing your figure, one that promised to make his darkest fantasies come true. The sounds escaping from your mouth were music to his ears, the pleas for more going straight to his cock. He couldn't wait to be the cause of your cries of pleasure, to have his name fall from your lips like a mantra as he pushed you over the edge. 
"This little bundle of nerves right here is your best friend when you're trying to get a woman to come." Bucky's voice snapped him out of his thoughts, bringing him back to reality. He reluctantly took his eyes away from your expression of pure pleasure, concentrating on the valuable information his friend was providing. "Here, you try it... don't worry, I promise you she'll love it. Just start slow, don't put too much pressure."
Steve moved his trembling hand to your center, taking the time to caress the soft skin of your thighs before running a finger over your glistening folds. You were so wet that he had no difficulty at all, his digit sliding easily up to your clit. He then followed his friend's advice, drawing small circles over the bundle of nerves without applying too much pressure.
"F-fuck." He heard your breathy moan and lifted his gaze to watch you. Your eyes were closed, your teeth clenched over your lower lip as you tried to contain the involuntary twitching of your hips. You wanted to let Steve take his time exploring your body, to learn with you how to please a woman, but you were also desperate for relief. 
"See? She likes that! Don't you, doll?"
"Y-yes, yes! Steve, please." You begged. His finger felt good, but you needed more. You wanted to feel more of him, to have him show you how much he wanted to make you cum.
"Oh, she's so close." Bucky let out a low chuckle. "She's desperate to cum. But she needs more, so why don't you settle down there in between her legs? I'll guide you through what she likes." 
Steve was desperate to taste you, so as much as he felt the funny feeling of nerves in his stomach, he settled down between your legs. He couldn't resist the urge to kiss your thighs, slowly making his way to the place where you needed him most. He could smell your desire from there, see your pussy dripping with need as your anticipation grew.
"Start by licking a line up her slit, then focus your attention on her clit. Go slow." He heard Bucky instructing him and he followed his orders to the letter. Steve moaned as he felt the sweet taste of your arousal against his tongue, the vibrations adding to the pleasure he was giving you. 
"She tastes good, doesn't she?" Bucky asked him, a knowing smile plastered on his lips. 
"Fuck yes," Steve spoke against your pussy, his breath crashing against your sensitive clit and making you gasp. "It's the sweetest thing I've ever tasted."
"I know, right?" The brunet nodded, patting his friend's back lightly before pulling away a little to give him his space. There was something incredibly erotic about the way the two men talked about your taste like it was some nectar of the gods, it made you feel special in a way, desired. No man had ever eaten your pussy with such desperation before. "Try putting your tongue inside her, it's even better."
You didn't even have time to process Bucky's words before you felt Steve's tongue pushing its way into your tight hole. His nose was rubbing your clit in a delicious way and you had to fight your body not to move your hips against his face. You knew this was his first time doing something like this —even if it didn't feel like it— and you wanted to let him be in control, to work out what he felt comfortable doing. But when he moved his tongue inside you, your body twitched involuntarily, your nervous system responding automatically to the rush of pleasure coursing through you.
"Oh, fuck… just like that, baby… don't stop." You moaned desperately, voice laced with need as you buried your fingers in his hair to hold his head in place. "You're doing so good for me, Stevie... such a good job, m-making me feel so goo- fuck!" your praise only encouraged Steve more, giving him the confidence he needed to start experimenting with his techniques. His cock was painfully hard in his pants again, throbbing every time he earned a moan from you. But his pleasure didn't matter at that moment, all he wanted was to feel you cum on his tongue. 
"Does that feel good, doll?" Bucky's deep voice echoed in your ears. "You like to feel Steve's tongue deep inside you?" you moaned back as Steve moved his tongue in a different way, reaching new places that made your vision blurry. "Of course you do, you slut. You love to get tongue fuck by him while I watch... you love being our little fuck doll, ready to please and take everything we give you." 
Bucky's hands roamed your body, caressing your breasts over your pajama top. Your nipples stood hard under his fingers, a clear sign of how turned on you were. You felt like you were on fire, your head spinning with pleasure. The combination of Steve's sinful mouth and Bucky's dirty words were too much for your poor system and you were short-circuiting, reduced to a mess of incoherent moans as you felt your orgasm approaching for the third time. You didn't even realize Bucky had removed your shirt until you felt his lips closing over your left nipple, sucking on the little bundle until you let out a whimper of pleasure.
"She's getting close." Bucky warned Steve, talking to his friend as if you weren't in the room. It was incredibly hot the way he could tell you were close to cumming without you having to tell him. He knew you that well. "Put a finger inside her, you're gonna want to feel her clenching around it as she cums, trust me."
"Fuck, right there, Steve, please." You moaned as you felt his finger pressing against that spongy place deep inside you. You dropped onto Bucky, hiding your face in his shoulder as you felt your orgasm approaching. The knot in your stomach tightened with each flick of Steve's tongue over your abused bundle of nerves, a warm sensation spreading through your abdomen as your legs began to tremble.
"You're gonna be a good girl and cum for us, doll?" Bucky encouraged, murmuring in your ear as he pinched your nipples between his fingers, adding a slight sensation of pain that mingled with pleasure in a delicious way. "You're gonna be a good girl and cum all over Stevie's face? Look at him, he wants it so bad, baby. He's desperate to feel you cum."
As if he sought to add veracity to Bucky's words, Steve moaned against your pussy, making your eyes roll to the back of your head. He felt your warm walls closing around his finger, burying it deep inside you as your hips moved against his face, fucking yourself into him. You were so tight and warm that he couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like to be inside you, to feel your velvety walls tightening around his member as you came, milking his cock until there wasn't a drop of cum left in him.
"Suck her clit into your mouth, hard." Bucky instructed and Steve obeyed, closing his lips over the bundle of nerves and sucking hard. Your hips lifted off the table and Bucky had to press his arm against your lower belly to hold you in place. That added a new sensation, a pressure that threatened to push you over the edge. 
"C'mon, doll, cum for us. We want to hear you. We want to see you come undone for us, c'mon." And as if Bucky's words were a command, your body immediately complied. The moan that escaped your lips was a sound neither Steve nor Bucky would ever forget, traveling straight to their cocks as they pushed you over the edge. 
Your orgasm hit you like a ton of bricks, wave after wave of pleasure coursing through your body as you cried out. Your trembling legs closed around Steve's head, holding him in place. Not that he was complaining, he was more than happy to stay between your legs, licking everything you had to offer him. Your essence was his new favorite drug, the only thing he wanted to savor for the rest of his life. However, he was forced to pull away from you as you began to cry from the overstimulation, your body unsure of what to do as it felt both so good and so overwhelmed at the same time. 
You could hear Bucky's voice in the distance, praising you for behaving so well, but you were too far gone to be able to process exactly what he was saying. Your mind was spinning, eyes slightly out of focus. All you could do was feel. Feel the electricity coursing through your veins. Feel Steve's hands caressing your legs as he watched you in complete awe of your beauty. Feel Bucky's warm breath against your neck as he spoke, his lips brushing your skin with every word that came from his lips. It was the hardest you had ever come in your life, neither your body nor your mind seemed prepared to withstand such pleasure.
“Are you there, doll?” You only managed to weakly nod your head, doubting your ability to form coherent sentences at that moment. "Good, cause we're not done with you yet." Your eyes opened wide at his words, not knowing how to feel about it. You were tired, destroyed by the force of your orgasm, but at the same time the possibility of feeling Bucky and Steve's hands on your body again were too tempting to pass up. 
"You think you can handle it?" You nodded again, looking up at Bucky with sparkling eyes. "Use your words like a big girl."
"Yes, I can handle it, please." You assured him in a raspy voice, sitting up straight on the table, posture erect and gaze expectant as a way of showing Bucky that you were a good girl who knew how to behave.
"Always so eager to please, my good girl." He smiled, planting a soft, sensual kiss on your lips.  You kissed him back with fervent enthusiasm, burying your fingers in his hair to draw him even closer to you. When you moaned against his lips he picked up the pace, his tongue entering your mouth and engaging with yours in a sinful dance that took your breath away. 
You lost yourself in the moment, the world around you disappearing as you surrendered under Bucky's dominance. He was a damn good kisser and knew exactly what to do to leave you dazed when he broke away. He always had to hold back a proud smile when he saw the effects of his lips on your face, your half-closed eyes slightly unfocused with no thought behind them, only desire. And that time was no exception. 
You whimpered when his lips parted from yours, immediately seeking contact again. But he stopped you, giving you a firm look that told you to stay in place. "Don't be rude, doll." He said, shaking his head. "Show poor Stevie some love too. We don't want him to feel left out."
Remembering that you weren't alone there, your gaze fell on Steve. He looked like a mess, tangled hair, cheeks slightly flushed and puffy lips still glistening with your release. His appearance contrasted with the innocence in his eyes in a delightful way. It awakened something in you, a fire deep within you that urged you toward him. So you answered your body's needs, pulling Steve to you and pressing your lips to his.
You didn't have to fight him to gain dominance, he willingly surrendered to you the moment your tongue caressed his lips. You could taste yourself in him, the sweet evidence of your release still present in his mouth. That only fueled you more, wanting to repay him for making you feel so good. Your hands roamed over his body, caressing his chest, down his flat abdomen to the bulge in his pants.
Steve moaned against your lips as he felt your palm press against his erection, cock throbbing in his pants desperate for relief. He had cum about 20 minutes before, but it didn't really feel like it. He was just as desperate —if not more so— for your attention as he had been in the morning. He needed you more than he'd ever needed anyone. You were the only one who could make him feel that way. You owned him body and soul. 
There was nothing he could do to stop his body from reacting to your touch - and he didn't want to anyway. All he could do was relax under your touch and trust you to bring him back to that sweet abyss of pleasure. When your hand went inside his underwear he let out a pathetic moan. He didn't care about being right in front of Bucky —hell, part of him liked that he was there—, he didn't even care about showing how needy he was. All he cared about was feeling you close to him, feeling your hands on his body as you brought him to the edge. 
"Aw, poor Stevie needs some release." Bucky teased, a playful smile plastered on his lips. "You wanna give it to him, don't you, doll? You wanna make him feel good?"
"Yes! I want to make you both feel good." You turned your gaze away from Steve to focus on Bucky for a moment, though your hand remained buried in his pants.
"Of course you do. You're such a good girl for us." Bucky kissed you once more and you felt Steve's cock twitch beneath your hand as he watched the two of you. "Ready for your breakfast, doll?"
Bucky carried you in his arms to the couch, declaring that it would be better if you settled somewhere more comfortable for what he had in mind. He had Steve sit on one end of the couch, placing you next to him as he took a moment to remove his pajama top. 
"Well, go on doll, eat your breakfast." He said as you looked at him expectantly, waiting for his permission or some sort of instruction. Bucky gently caressed your cheek before turning your face to Steve. He was looking at you with big, dark eyes full of pleasure, his dick throbbing as he understood the implications behind his friend's words.
You didn't waste a second, your hands traveling quickly to Steve's pants to free his member from its confinement. Your eyes met his one last time, a silent question written in them. He nodded, giving you the consent you needed to continue.
Your tongue pressed against the vein that ran along the underside of his shaft as you licked a long line from the base of his cock to the tip. Your tongue trailed up his skin in an almost torturous manner, giving him a small taste of what was to come without actually giving it to him. His eyes never left yours, deep blue orbs staring intently at you as you teased him. You were having your fun, taking your time to find out what things made Steve react. He knew it and enjoyed it too. He was desperate for relief, yes, and there was nothing he wanted more than to feel your lips wrap around his cock, but he enjoyed the tension in the air, the extra attention you were putting on him. It made him feel special in a way. So he let you have your fun, holding back the urge to thrust his hips upward as your tongue circled around his flushed, swollen tip.
"I knew you'd taste fucking delicious, baby." You moaned against his cock, reveling in the salty taste of his pre cum. "I need more." Steve didn't have time to even process your words before he felt your lips closing over the tip of his cock, sucking it into your mouth. The moan that escaped his lips was pathetic, but he was too lost in pleasure to care. He had never felt anything like that before. It was almost overwhelming. Just the image of his cock slowly disappearing inside your mouth was enough to drive him over the edge, his balls tightening with the threat of release.
"She's really good at that, isn't she?" Steve heard Bucky's voice in the distance, making him remember you weren't alone.
"Y-yeah, f-fuck, so good." He managed to mumble between ragged breaths, fists clenching on the material of the couch until his knuckles turned white.
You felt like a goddess being praised by both men, pure pleasure coursing through your body even when neither of them were touching you. All it took was their lustful glances and desperate comments to ignite the fire in your stomach once again. 
For a moment you forgot your own satisfaction, ignoring your throbbing pussy in order to concentrate on pleasuring Steve. It wasn't as if you weren't enjoying it, you loved feeling the weight of his cock on your tongue and hearing the moans of pleasure escaping his lips. It was more than enough to keep you on the edge, though not enough to push you beyond it. But you didn't care, all you wanted was to give him the relief he needed, to hear him moan your name as he emptied his load into your mouth, painting the back of your throat white. Showing Steve pleasures he didn't know about, being the first woman in his life to touch him like that and make him feel so good was pleasurable enough for you.
At least, until you felt Bucky's hands gripping your hips. He settled you on the couch without any trouble, manhandling you as if you weighed nothing until your face was pushed against Steve's dick and your ass was up in the air. He positioned himself behind you, caressing the soft skin of your ass before giving you a hard spank that took you by surprise. You flinched, letting out a moan that vibrated around Steve's dick in your mouth. You heard him curse under his breath, throwing his head back as he tightened his grip on the couch cushions. Bucky chuckled under his breath, repeating the action a couple of times, no doubt in an effort to push Steve over the edge. 
When Bucky pressed his member against your wet pussy, you knew he was teasing you too. He slid his shaft up and down your folds, intentionally missing the spot where you needed it most. You tried to push yourself against him, silently telling him you were ready to take whatever he wanted to give you, but his firm grip on your hips prevented you from doing so.
"What is it, doll? You seem desperate." Bucky teased, enjoying the whimpers that escaped your lips, muffled by Steve's cock that kept you from communicating properly. "You want me to fuck you, is that it? You want me to fuck you while you have Steve's dick buried deep down in your throat, huh?" 
The desperate moan you let out was all the confirmation Bucky needed. As much fun as it was to be in control, playing with you and by extension Steve, he was getting impatient. His hard cock was throbbing with need, tip red and swollen as drops of pre cum leaked from the slit. So he buried himself inside you giving you almost no warning, pushing you against Steve's cock with the force of his thrust. You gagged around him, eyes rolling into the back of your head as a rush of electricity spread throughout your body.
Bucky lost himself in you for a moment, relishing in the way your warm, wet walls closed around his member. He held still for a moment, giving you a chance to adjust to his member, before he began to move his hips against yours in a torturous rhythm. There was no time for gentleness, to take his time with you and slowly bring you —and him— to the edge. There was a sense of urgency in the air, of desperation, that enveloped the three of you as you worked together to get some relief.
Each thrust of Bucky's hips pushed you further onto Steve's member, your uncontrollable moans vibrating around him adding to the pleasure he felt. As your hands began to toy with his balls, his abdomen tensed, feeling his orgasm getting closer and closer. He didn't want to cum yet, he didn't want the moment to end. He wanted to enjoy the warmth of your mouth on him for a while longer, so he fought to contain the pleasure he was feeling. It wasn't an easy task, not when Bucky seemed to be making you feel so good with every little movement. He had to fight his body not to push his hips up since he didn't want to hurt you, squeezing the couch cushions tightly as a way to keep himself grounded.
"You can grab her hair, Stevie, she doesn't mind." Bucky's voice echoing in his ears made him open his eyes. Though it was a mistake because seeing the state you were in —eyes watery, pupils dilated, lips swollen around his cock— did nothing but tighten the knot in his stomach, bringing him closer to the breaking point. "She likes it. You can use it to guide her movements, like this." 
Bucky grabbed your hair in a fist, his fingers burying themselves in the messy locks to get a firm grip on your head. When he pulled you back hard, you couldn't help but let out a whimper of mixed pain and pleasure. He pushed you away from Steve until only the tip of his cock remained buried in your mouth, ordering you to suck on it before slowly lowering your head back down to him. For the next few moments, Bucky controlled the rhythm and the way you pleasured Steve, making you bob your head up and down his dick at a tortuous peace, effectively fucking him with your mouth. 
His assault on you never ceased, his hips moving slowly and sensually against yours as he used you for his and Steve's pleasure. He enjoyed the control, how powerful it made him feel to have you both moaning desperately because of him. Seeing Steve's face as he tried not to cum and feeling the way your velvety walls closed around his cock was an explosive combination. A sinful image that brought him closer and closer to his orgasm. So, to try to bring you closer to your limit as well, he pushed your head down, forcing you to take Steve's cock down your throat. He held you in that position for a few seconds, enjoying the pathetic whimpers that involuntarily escaped Steve's lips. 
When you gagged, Bucky lifted your head up and away from Steve's dick to give you a chance to breathe. He pulled you closer to him using the firm grip he had on your hair, pressing his torso against your back as he tilted your head so he could get a better look at you. You were a mess of tears and saliva, your swollen lips slightly parted as you struggled to breathe.
“She loves being used, don’t you, doll?” Bucky said, placing a kiss on your cheek. It was a tender touch that contrasted with what he was saying, a way of rewarding you for your good behavior. "Tell Stevie how much you like to be used, baby. Tell him it's okay if he fucks your throat or pulls your hair." He tilted your head so you could look at Steve, never loosening his grip on your hair.
"I-I love being used... I want you to use me for your pleasure, baby." You managed to say between accelerated breaths, feeling your walls tighten around Bucky's cock with every word that escaped your lips. "I want to feel your cock down my throat as you come undone for me, baby, please."
Steve almost choked on his own saliva as he swallowed, unable to believe that what was happening was real and not part of one of his deepest fantasies. It didn't seem real to him to have you naked in front of him, tears in your eyes and lips swollen as you begged for his cock. It was too much for him, he was convinced that his poor heart wouldn't be able to hold out much longer —in fact, he was surprised that he hadn't already had an asthma attack from his labored breathing. But still, he needed to feel your throat closing around his cock even if that was the last thing he did. He needed release and you were the only one who could give it to him.
When Bucky pulled you into him again, Steve reached out to cup your face. You leaned into his touch, enjoying the gentleness of his caress, a nice contrast to the roughness and intensity of the moment. Slowly, his hand slid upward, losing itself in your messy locks. He gathered your hair in his fist in a gentle grip, slowly easing himself into this new and unfamiliar territory. You gave him a small smile, a way of reassuring him that you were okay with it to try to calm his nerves. That seemed to help, because you felt him tighten his grip on your hair before guiding your mouth to his member again.
You let him take control, his hands guiding the movement of your mouth as you felt Bucky increase the pace of his thrusts. All three of you were close to the edge, you could tell by the desperate way your bodies were moving, but none of you wanted the moment to end. You wanted to live forever in that beautiful bliss, wrapped in each other's warmth as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through your bodies. However, you were determined to make Steve cum before you did. You needed to feel his cock throbbing in your mouth as he emptied his load down your throat, fingers clutching at your hair to hold you in place. You needed to hear him moan your name in desperation as you drove him to the edge of pleasure.
“Oh f-fuck, I'm s-so close." Steve tried to warn you between shaky breaths. You moaned around him, using every trick you knew to push him over the edge. His grip on your hair tightened, pain mixing with pleasure as you felt Bucky's fingers toy with your clit seeking to bring you to the same state of desperation as Steve. 
You felt his cock throbbing in your mouth, his balls tensing in your hands as you gently played with them. He was so close to cumming that you could almost feel his load on your tongue, so you pushed him a little further, taking all of him until his cock reached your throat. The sensation was too much for poor Steve, your wet, tight hole closing around him in a delicious way. He couldn't fight his body any longer so he let himself go, pressing you down on his cock as he emptied his load down your throat with a loud moan of your name.
"Oh fuck, she loves that." Steve heard Bucky moaning in the distance, too lost in the pleasure coursing through his body to reply. "She's squeezing me so tight, fuck... You love having Stevie's dick buried down your throat, don't you? You love the taste of his cum in your tongue, you cock hungry slut."
The whimper you let out was pathetic and went straight to Bucky's cock. "Yes! I've wanted to taste it for so long." You admitted, looking straight into Steve's half-closed eyes. Fuck your friendship! "You taste so good, baby... best breakfast I've ever had." And as if you wanted to show Steve how good he tasted, you kissed him allowing him to savor himself on your lips. 
Bucky groaned behind your back, finding the scene in front of him incredibly erotic. It was as if you knew exactly what to do to push him over the edge. "That's it, such a good girl for us, doll." He praised you as he quickened the pace of his thrusts, feeling his orgasm approaching. "You take us both so well, like you were meant for it, f-fuck! You wanna be our good girl forever? Let us please you whenever you need? I promise, we'd take such good care of you, wouldn't we Steve?"
Bucky's mind was clouded with pleasure, but that didn't make his words any less true. It was a genuine offer he was making. He wanted to have you with him forever, he wanted Steve to have you forever, and you to have both of them. It was pretty obvious that that was what you were meant to be, it was the only explanation for the way you felt, for the way you connected on such a special level. You weren't just friends, you never had been and he was tired of pretending.
"Yes! Yes we would." Steve rushed to say, not needing much time to think about his answer. The three of you together just felt natural, it had been that way all your lives and it had to stay that way until the end of your days. "Please, sweetheart, be ours."
You couldn't have refused an offer like that even if you wanted to, not when Steve was looking at you with puppy dog eyes and cheeks slightly flushed red, not when Bucky was spreading kisses on your back in such a tender way while he waited for an answer. But the thing was, you didn't need to give one, they knew you were theirs. You knew you were theirs. That had been the case from day one, long before you and Bucky started fucking.
"I'm yours, always have been, always will be." You admitted with a smile, feeling your chest filling with a warm sensation as Steve joined your lips in a kiss. It was sweet and tender, contrasting with the force of Bucky's thrusts.
"Oh that's it, my good girl... I'm gonna mark you with my cum... f-fuck... claim you as mine as I fill your tight pussy with my cum, just like Steve did your that pretty mouth of yours... you ready, baby? Are you ready to feel my cum buried deep inside your cunt?"
"Yes! Bucky, please. I need you to fill me up, please, mark me as yours... I need to feel you, baby, pleaseee." You didn't care anymore about how pathetic or needy you sounded, you were too far gone to do that. All you wanted was to feel that sweet relief coursing through your body.
"Then cum for me, doll. Let us see you come undone for us one more time and I'll give it to you, c'mon!" Bucky didn't have to do much more to push you over the edge, your body responding to his commands as if he were in charge. A couple of quick thrusts, the rubbing of his fingers against your clit, and you were cumming on his cock with a choked cry.
The intensity of your orgasm took you by surprise, your whole body twitching as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through your nervous system. Your body gave out and you fell on top of Steve, hiding your face in his neck as Bucky fucked you through your orgasm in pursuit of his own. Steve held you against him, supporting you and stroking your hair as you struggled for breath. He whispered sweet nothings in your ear, but you weren't able to respond since your mind was too overwhelmed with pleasure. You appreciated it though, it helped keep you grounded as you felt a new pressure forming in your stomach.
The pleasure never ceased, it only increased with each thrust of Bucky's hips. It was almost painful, your body squirming from the overstimulation. But at the same time it felt so good that you let Bucky hold you in place, digging his fingers into the skin of your hips as he chased his own orgasm.
"F-fuuckk, Bucky, I can't... 's too much, please." You mumbled incoherently against Steve's chest, but your whines were interrupted by a long moan that announced another orgasm. The spasms of your poor abused pussy pushed Bucky over the edge, triggering his own orgasm just seconds after yours. You felt his cock throbbing inside you as he emptied his load, rope after rope of cum painting your velvety walls white. 
You whimpered as he pulled out of you, feeling empty without his cock buried deep inside you. Yet he was back beside you in an instant, sitting on the couch and settling you on his lap. You could feel your juices mixing with his and running down your legs as your over-sensitive pussy still twitched with the aftershocks of your orgasm. Your muscles ached and you felt tired, but still a satisfied smile formed on your face.
"It's okay, we got you, we got you." Bucky murmured against your hair as he pulled you tight against his body. "You did soo good for us, doll... such a good girl." Your heart fluttered at his words, the tone of his voice much softer and more tender than he had used to call you that so far. 
You let the warmth of Bucky's body soothe your overwhelmed senses, matching your breathing to his as you slowly came down from your high. When you finally opened your eyes, you met the adoring gaze of Steve first, who was sitting next to Bucky with your legs stretched across his lap. His fingers traced invisible patterns on your skin, his way of helping to soothe you and keep himself grounded at the same time. He looked adorable with his big puppy dog eyes looking at you as if you were the only important thing in the room, patiently waiting for you to come around.
When you looked up you found Bucky watching you in a similar way, blue eyes full of love as he held you against his chest. It made you feel incredibly special, loved. Butterflies awoke in your stomach, fluttering around as you realized that this was the place you always wanted to be. You belonged with them, Steve and Bucky were your home.
You reached out a hand to cup Bucky's cheek, thumb caressing the soft skin of his face as your other hand intertwined with Steve's. "I love you guys." You simply said, your voice soft and tired, but sincere. 
They shared a quick glance before Steve said, "We love you too, sweetheart."
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INEVITABILITY: CHAPTER THREE
“In time, you will know what it's like to lose. To feel so desperately that you're right. Yet to fail all the same. Dread it. Run from it. Destiny still arrives.”
▸ summary: nothing could prepare you for what would happen next ▸ characters: bucky barnes ft. the avengers ▸ word count: 3.2k          ▸ warnings: angst, canon dialogue, :(  ▸ series masterlist
Nothing could have ever prepared you for the physical toll that this fight would have on you. 
Even now, running down the field, alongside your friends, you couldn’t help but gasp for air as you rushed into battle. From the sides of your eyes, you witnessed as the toughest of the border tribes went down, the dora splitting apart to help each other, and even Bucky struggling within the fight. The sounds of battle cries and snarls were almost too loud for you to focus.
From your position you could tell Bucky was distracted while fighting, keeping an eye on you while holding down the defense line. Guilt built up in your stomach, but there was no time to dwell on that. All you could do was guard his back, aiming your repulsors at any creature that tried to get him from behind.
There was a moment where you’re both forced back to back. Weapons kept up as you shot at all the creatures that surrounded you both. “Bucky, we gotta regroup!” you yelled, holding your hands out to shoot at an upcoming pair. The shot hits right on the target and you’re able to shoot a beam between the two of them, causing them to fall down to the ground with a gargle. 
You’re pushed over suddenly, rolling on the ground to see that Bucky has been tackled. 
A creature managed to swipe away his gun, putting Bucky down beneath it. He was forced to attack back with a knife to keep the monster at bay. Switching to your sonic pulse, you send a shot towards them, causing the creature to fall back in a pained cry. Bucky used that to his advantage, grabbing his knife and lodging it in the neck of the creature.
Rushing over, you reach down to offer Bucky a hand when your body slammed next. Rolling down the dirt as a sharp pair of teeth tried to nip at you. There was a pain that ached all over you, but you ignored it to keep the strength into your limbs. Using your legs to keep the creature back and the back of your repulsors to keep the thing from swiping at your face. 
One of its extra pairs of hands began to scratch at your chest, almost getting through the thick kevlar that was used for the tactical gear. You only had a couple of more swipes before your body was sure to give out.
“NO!” yelled Bucky as he clambered up from the ground. You saw from the side of your eye as he picked up the gun, trying to find the right shot. But the creature was rabid, moving the both of you all over as it tried to get its teeth in you.
“Just shoot!” you yelled, feeling a claw pierce through on your arm.
“You’re both moving too much! I can’t get a shot!”
A shadow cast over the land and you barely had a chance to glance up before it rained bullets over you. The monster was angled just right enough that all the hits landed against his back. With its movements stopped, Bucky took his shot and sent the bullet right through its face. 
The monster slumped forward and you used the last bit of strength in your legs to kick it off you. Bucky reached over to pull you up from the ground, checking your face momentarily before his eyes cast up towards the sky. “Thanks, Sam.” he said in his comms piece.
“You guys better get ready, another horde is coming your way.” Was all that he replied. 
The two of you ready yourself again, taking aim for the approaching monsters. You could feel your heartbeat in your throat, wondering just how long any one of you guys can handle these things. 
But just when you’re about to brace for the rush of monsters, a bright, beautiful, light of colors slammed down into the earth. Out of the beams of color was an ax, shooting through the battlefield and taking down a large chunk of monsters. Surrounding it was lightning. 
“What the hell was that?” Bucky asked, looking astonished at the take down. 
Emerging from the beams was none other than Raccoon, a tree-like creature, and Thor.
 In your comms you can hear as Bruce rejoiced at the sight. “Holy shit, there is a God!” you gasped, reaching for Bucky’s hand. He looked down at you questionably before gripping back. 
“What does that mean?” 
“It means we might have a fighting chance, Bucky.” Tugging at him, you point over to the direction Thor was in. Watching as he cast a thunderous attack that swiped out another chunk of the hordes coming through. It was a bit down the field, but now you had an idea of where the two of you would go next.  “And it’s with him. C’mon on!”
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The arrival of your dear friend sparked a new hope amongst the fighters on the field. You were able to work better in tandem with Bucky, giving him a little less to worry about. It isn’t until you were nearing Steve that you noticed that you were by yourself. Turning around, you frown at the sight of Bucky barely coming up. He had been behind you just a moment ago, how on Earth did he get left- 
WAS THAT THE RACCOON WITH A GUN IN ITS HANDS?
“Come and get some space dogs!” Yelled the small creature. The gun in his hands expertly hit each and every one of his targets. Bucky looked down at him shocked before he noticed something behind you. “DUCK!” he yelled out. 
You dropped down to your knees, peeking up in time to see Bucky grab hold of the Raccoon and use the advantage of his shooting to cover one side while he used his gun to take care of the others. 
“COME ON! GET SOME!” The raccoon yelled, encouraged by the fighting technique. 
Around you multiple creatures began to drop to the ground. Some even right behind you that you hadn’t noticed yet. Once the shooting ceased, you quickly got up from the ground, making your way over to the two.
“How much for the gun?” he called out to Bucky.
“Not for sale.”
“Okay. How much for the arm?” 
You couldn’t help but let out a laugh. Unsure if you heard him right. The raccoon stared up at you, giving a small chuckle before back to Bucky. All he did was simply stare down at the little guy with an incredulous look. Not sure himself if what was happening was real or not. 
“Come on.” he urged, reaching for your hand as he led you two off. You took a glance over at your shoulder waving off to the creature before turning back to run off with Bucky. He had a frown over his face and you couldn’t help but laugh again. 
“Did that really just happen?” you asked, watching as Bucky only frowned harder.
“I don’t wanna talk about it.”
“Did he ask for your arm?”
“Darlin’, please.”
“You should consider it.”
He stopped running to look at you with a shocked expression. “You mean to tell me you want me to give my arm to the talking Raccoon while we’re in the middle of a battle?” You stood a bit, trying to remember that while the insane moment happened, you guys were still in imminent danger. And yet..
“Well, I kinda wanna see what he does with it..”
“Baby..” he gaped. But before he could say anything else, a monster suddenly sprung up behind him. Holding your hand up, you quickly shoot a repulsor blast over at the head, hitting directly between the eyes. The body slowly slumped to the ground and Bucky stepped back to look at the job you had done.
“Thanks.” he smirked slightly, somewhat proud in way.
“You’re welcome.” you glanced back towards the others and saw how close you were to getting everyone together again. “C’mon let’s go get Steve and Thor.”
“Which way are they?” 
“At your twelve. They’re talking to that tree.”
“..What the hell?”
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The tiredness and fatigue began to sweep over you the closer you got towards the main hub of the battle. The monsters were more clustered, more vicious. And no matter how hard you tried to get to your other friends. You and Bucky would be pulled off, forced to defend yourselves from another group attack.
The ground suddenly began to shake, and you turned towards the end of the dome to see that the enemy army had sent underground machines to burst in on the field during the fight. There was no way anyone could stop all of those. 
An attempt came from Sam and Rhodey from the skies, but not even Stark level missiles and ammo could take this tank of a machine down. 
But just as the thought to fall back came into mind, a bright red spark shot across the field. Wanda seemed to come down from the tower and joined the fight. In a matter of seconds, she used her powers to stop the machines in place and shoot them across hordes of enemy soldiers. 
“Oh these assholes are in for it now!” you yelled, happy to see one of the strongest members of the team, if not strongest, finally able to come in and tear them to pieces. 
“Guys, we got a Vision situation here.” Sam called out into comms. You looked back towards the tower, noticing a disturbance in the trees surrounding the side of the building.
“Somebody get to Vision!” yelled Steve afterwards.
“I got him.” Bruce replied, shooting off into the sky. You watched towards the line of direction that Bruce was heading in. 
“Come on,” Bucky said, running towards the treeline. “They’re gonna need backup.”
“FRIDAY, turn on the locator for the Hulkbuster.”
“Sending coordinates for the Mark XLIV now.”
You glanced down to your phone and watched as the red dot began to glow in the right direction. Letting Bucky lead the way, you ran closely behind him, calling out which way to go when suddenly the dot shot clear out of the area. 
“Bruce, come in! Where is your location?” you asked, panting as you tried to shoot and run at the same time. Too many of the creatures were gaining in behind you guys.
“I’ve been dragged off. Guys, Vision needs back up, now!”
The two of you barely entered the woods when you heard the sounds of yelling. “Bucky and I are in, heading to Vision now.” you said into your ear piece. Bucky listened closely for the direction of noise before pointing out the way. 
“On my way, meet you guys there.” Steve chimed in. 
As long as you guys managed to get Vision out, then that meant you still had a fighting chance. 
You’d stop Thanos, kill this stupid army and find a way to bring Tony home. There was hope. There was a way. All you guys had to do was-
“LOOK OUT!”
One of the creatures collided hard with your body, sending the two of you off course and into the trees. The two of you rolled over the grass floor, hitting the long legs of the three trunks and bushes with every roll. The monster felt nothing of what was hitting him as he dug his long sharp claws into the side of your legs, trying to pull through the tactical gear and tear you apart. With its extra two limbs, it managed to hold down your arms, squeezing at the hands so hard that you can feel the repulsor weaken. 
“Bucky!” you screamed, trying to kick yourself back. But just when you were about to kick free, the monster sank its sharp teeth into your shoulder. Causing you to cry out in pain. The two of you are so trapped in the fight that neither you or the creature seemed to notice that you reached the edge of the cliff. 
The last thing you see before you emerge in the water is the sight of Bucky jumping off the cliff after you.
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“Wake up, baby. Please.”
There was fast pressure against your chest. Building up the feeling of nausea that physically felt was being pushed upwards. The pressure eventually built up hard enough against your diaphragm that it finally caused the water to flow up. Making you sit up instantly and spew out the water out from your mouth. 
At the relief of water from your lungs, you’re able to gasp in a big gulp of air.
 “Thank God.” Bucky cried out, hands wrapped around you. 
Slowly, you wiped the water away from your face, blinking a couple of times to adjust to your surroundings. The first thing you see just beside you is the mutilated face of the creature that had dragged you down into the water.
You let out a scream, trying to scoot away from it before Bucky shushed you. Holding you gently against his body. “It’s dead..I made sure of it.”
Glancing up you caught sight of the worried look on Bucky’s face and instantly reached out to cup at his cheek. His eyes slipped close for a second before opening again. “I thought I lost you.” he said softly. 
“I’m still here.” you said trying to get up. But the sudden pain blazed through your arms and legs and you couldn’t help but cry out. Looking down, you saw the actual damage against your body. There was blood seeping out from your legs and your shoulder had been bit into enough that the kevlar covering your skin had been torn off. Leaving a good window of the bite mark that was oozing. 
In the distance you could hear the sounds of everyone still fighting. How long have you been out? Where was Vision? Where was everyone?
“We have to get you out of here.” he said softly. He attempted to lift you up from the ground but the pain quickly returned to your body, causing another cry to come from your lips. He panicked and shushed you, gently falling back into the position until the pain stopped.
You can’t help but shake your head, knowing what has to happen now. You just weren’t sure you’d be able to actually convince him. But right when you open your mouth to speak, he quickly leaned in to press a soft kiss to your lips. 
“Don’t ask me to do it.” he whispered.
“You have to go.”
“I can’t just leave you.” he said, shaking his head. “You have to let me help you.”
You brought a hand up to gently cup around the side of his face. A rumble in the distance paused the conversation. A blue light shined brightly from within the trees. Something in your gut telling you that this was the final moments of the game. 
“It can’t be me over the earth. You have to help them. I won’t forgive you if you stay.”   
He pressed his forehead against yours, looking almost in pain from the words you just spoke. For a moment it’s silence from Bucky before he lets out a frustrated cry. Placing you to lie down on the ground, he reached down towards the hem of your top, pulling up the suit until he reached the soft clothing of your shirt inside. 
Tearing off two long strips, he tied around the larger cuts around your legs before he helped drag you away from the body of the monster, closer towards the cliff where you could lean against the lifted ground.
“I’ll come back for you.” he promised. 
The words oddly felt like an eerie dream coming to memory. Trees, claw marks, and his voice. Why did that sound so familiar? You pushed away the thought, nodding your head at Bucky before you reached out for his hand.
The two of you share one long look before Bucky sprung forward to kiss you again. You held onto him tightly, fearing that it might be the last time you get to. Just when you were about to urge him to go again, he suddenly pulled away to look down at you. With only such an intensity that you’ve seen once before. Back in Siberia..
“I love you.” he said softly.
There’s no hesitation when you replied back, feeling the words ready on your lips after all these months. “I love you too. I’ve always loved you.”
He reached out to your face, gently brushing away a tear you weren’t even aware came out. “I’m coming back. As soon as I can.” Pulling back, he finally made his way over to the cliff, watching you one last time before he began to quickly climb up. Using his super soldier speed to help get him over the top again. 
Left alone, you checked over your body once more. The blood seemed to be stopping at your thighs but the pain in your shoulder only seemed to get worse. Pressing your fingers against your ear, you attempt to make an emergency call for FRIDAY but are shocked to feel nothing.
The fight with the monster must have caused it to fall out in the water. Looking at your hands, you’re even more distressed to see that your right glove is off, leaving you with a cracked glove. At least you had something to defend yourself. 
But how long could you hold off for? How much blood have you lost? The pain was still burning inside your skin and the ease of just sleeping away the pain was creeping in. To your right you could hear the sounds of nature. It was calm and soothing. Like it was trying to ease you. There’s a guttural croaking sound that cuts through the white noise. 
A brightly green frog jumped out from the water. Hopping towards the bushes. There’s suddenly a hard gust of wind and the sound of rumbling in the distance. Was that a good sign? Did they manage to win? Glancing up you try and see if Bucky or anyone was at the top. But there was nothing. 
Another shift happened around you, making it feel like the air was being sucked out of your body before it gained back to being controlled. You look around the area. Nothing seemed out of place. It’s not until the sound of croaking cuts in again that you feel something is wrong. 
Turning to look back out the water, you’re shocked to see another green frog jump out from the water. Going in the same path the one did before..That couldn’t be right. You try to feel around your leg, seeing if there was any phone or device at all on you, but your hand immediately feels the wetness of blood that had seeped out of your wounds.
There's the sound of cries in the air. Various names being called out. But the voices sounded in pain. Why were they crying like that? Glancing up in the air, you notice a gust of wind pick up something dark. Leaves? Ashes? Dust?
Did we just lose?
A sob filled up in your throat. Why did a part of you feel like it’s been suddenly ripped away? The sky loomed above you, seeming to follow with your emotions as it began to grow overcast. Setting you in a darkness that had you shivering. Or was that from the amount of blood lost?
Fading. You’re fading away now. All alone. With only the sound being the forest taunting you as you finally drift away into a heavy sleep.
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A/N: It's absolutely insane that I'm only a movie/tv show away from finishing this storyline. I've worked on these characters for so long and this is the first time I've had the endgame couple say they love each other. only for buck to get blipped. 😩 see y'all soon with the next installment.
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stuckymonkey · 8 months
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Thief
College Bucky Au
Pairing - college!bucky x fem!reader
Summary - When y/n finds herself stuck with a very annoying study buddy who cannot shut up about the quarterback, Bucky Barnes, she can't help but vent to a charming boy named James...
Warnings - use of y/n, reader is female, implications of smut?
Word count - 2k
a/n - my first time writing with this style and ship! also my first time writing on this blog :D I hope you enjoy and feedback is always appreciated!
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It's been two hours of trying to study for our physics quiz with some girl named Vic from my class. She couldn't shut up about how her date had been with the school's quarterback, Bucky Barnes. "I really think he's the one, you know?" she had said with heart eyes as she twirled her curly hair around her finger.
Vic's notes remained untouched. I nodded and hummed while copying down equations and formulas. She obviously didn't mind my disinterest, continuing to talk about how Bucky had complimented her necklace and the perfume she wore.
Checking the time on my phone, I gratefully noticed it was time for me to head back to my dorm with Nat and Carol. "I know he has a reputation as a bit of a player, but I swear I'm the exception. You should see the way he looks at me!" her jaw dropped as if she couldn't believe it herself. "Mhm, well it was really nice working with you but I have to get back to my dorm. Catch you later?" I asked while scurrying to gather my stuff. "Yeah, for sure!!"
I bolted out of the library and down the dark sidewalk to my dorm. I enjoyed the slight autumn breeze and rustle of the leaves as I walked down the sidewalk. Soon enough I saw the lights from our building come into view, walking faster to get into the warmth of our room. I burst into our dorm, wasting no time in talking about my night.
"Natasha, that was horrible. The entire time Vic talked about Bucky Barnes like he was a God," I started setting my stuff down on our island while I talked, "She went on and on about their date and how she's sure he's the one." I imitated in a high voice. "It was disgusting. Like I get he's the quarterback but how good can he seriously be?? Anyways, I at least got some notes done. How was your night?" That was when I noticed Natasha's boyfriend, Steve and one of his friends was sitting on our couch.
"Hi Steve." I waved. Steve was smirking at his friend. He went to introduce him but was quickly cut of by a "Hi, I'm James." He grinned and stuck his hand out for me to shake. "Sorry about your study session" he said with a smile. "It's no big deal. How's the game?" They were watching college football on our living room tv. "Good, it's just in the final quarter." his smile reached his eyes and crinkled them around the edges.
The rest of our night was spent watching football, eating snacks and drinking wine or beer. When the game ended and everyone started yawning, Steve and James decided to go. "Bye," Nat kissed Steve goodbye, before stepping back from the door with me and Carol. James waved with a boyish grin on his face before leaving with Steve.
The next day we were heading to a football game, one of the last before thanksgiving break. Being pre-med I didn't go to many games, and I couldn't help but wonder if I would see the infamous Bucky Barnes. Nat and Wanda led me to the change rooms to help Thor sort out his hair, something I would usually do for him prior to the game, but today he said it would be better to do it here since I was coming anyway.
Once in the changeroom I saw many familiar faces, Tony, Steve, Sam, Peter, Pietro and now James. I caught James' eye and waved. He waved back with that same attractive grin. I started braiding Thor's hair while everyone else got ready for the game. Soon it was time for me to find Natasha and Wanda so I could sit down and watch the game. Thor and the rest of the team bid me goodbye as I left.
"So, what do you think of James?" Wanda asked, earning an elbow to the side from Nat. I quirked my eyebrow at her actions, "He's nice, and cute." "She's blushing!" said Wanda. "I am not! I'm just wearing a lot of layers, it is fall you know." "There's Steve!" Nat called, pointing to the field as the players started to come out. "Does anybody know what number James is?" I asked innocently. Nat just shook her head.
After the game, we went back down to the changerooms so Nat could see her boyfriend and Wanda could see her brother. "Y/n! Your braid held up amazing today! Thank you!" Thor bellowed as soon as he noticed us. "You're welcome Thor! I'm glad it worked." I said with a laugh. I found myself alone as Nat and Wanda left, but not for long.
"So, I heard your study session went pretty bad. Want a different partner maybe?" I turned around to see James. "Are you offering to help me study physics James?" "Maybe I am doll," he smirked, "I promise not to brag about Bucky Barnes or any football players. Scout's honour." he said, holding up one of his hands in a very serious manner. I couldn't help but laugh at his antics. "Well with a promise like that, you sure do make it hard to resist." I smiled. "It was that bad, huh?" he seemed closer than he was before. "Yes! The entire time she went on about Bucky and how amazing their date had gone. She said he was a known player but that he had a special spot for her or something. It was crazy. She even told me he was the one. Last time I checked, playboys don't have 'the one'" his smile seemed to dim at this. "Yeah, I guess you're right, doll." I loved that nickname. I felt butterflies everytime he said it. "Well, I'll give you my number, maybe you'll have better luck the second time around?" he offered. His confidence didn't seem as high as it was before. "Of course!" I said before handing him my phone and taking his. I put Y/n with a flower beside it before handing it back. He had put in his contact as 'James'.
A week later, James and I found ourselves in the library, notes open, with drinks and pens scattered everywhere. We had been talking daily in the days leading up to this and he seemed like a really sweet guy. He was raised by his single mother, Winnie, who he adored, he had a sister named Rebecca and he's been playing football with Steve since they were 11. They seemed like great friends, I couldn't help but wonder why I hadn't met him sooner.
Three hours in, our drinks were gone and my head felt all foggy. James was an incredible study partner. He chatted with me every now and then, always a welcome break from copying down notes. He was smart and helpful without being a nuisance like Vic. "Thank you," I said. He looked up at me with tired crystal blue eyes. "For being an amazing study partner." I smiled. He smiled softly, "I didn't talk too much?" "You did perfect. 10/10. We should definitely do this again." he grinned and let out a low laugh. "Alright then. I think it looks like you found a new study buddy." "That I did."
Me and James kept up our study sessions for weeks, and the habit of texting daily. We made frequent visits to a cute cafe on campus, usually spending an hour or more per week. During those hours we tended to do more talking than anything. My phone pinged with a notification,
James
Text me when you can. Not urgent, just need to talk.
That was weird. I went downstairs to talk to Wanda and Nat about it. "Have you guys noticed anything weird with James?" I asked. They shared a look that made me feel like they knew something I didn't. "Guys?" "Y/n, I think it's better if he tells you." Wanda said with a slight frown. What could have happened? Was he okay? I immediately opened my phone and told him to meet me at our cafe in ten minutes.
"Y/n?" he asked, seeing me at our usual table. I stood up once I saw him. He looked gorgeous, with a black coat, fresh jeans and a plain white tee. His hair looked a little messy, like he had just gotten up. "Are you keeping something from me? Are you okay?" "Y/n-" "No! If there's something wrong, I deserve to know James! I'm your friend, I know you don't have to tell me, but I care about you and-" "Y/N!" heads turned from other tables and the chatter died down for a moment after James had yelled. "Y/n, I am not sick, and I'm sorry for yelling. My name is James Buchanan Barnes. Bucky Barnes." I looked at him wide eyed. I was shocked. He didn't seem like a playboy, or self obsessive. Or anything Vic had described. Except for charming.
"Okay." "That's it? I've been guilty about this for weeks y/n/n." "And you should be! You technically lied to me. Why didn't you just tell me J- Bucky?" He kept avoiding my gaze. "Because then you would know I was a player and self obsessed." He seemed shameful and his face lacked any trace of a smile, instead it had traces of guilt.
"You don't seem like a player or like that at all. I actually really like you." I'm sure I was blushing at this point, and his head shot up from where he was looking at his shoes. "Really?" "Really. You're sweet, you care about your team, friends and family, especially your mom and Rebecca. You would do anything for your family or your team. You're giving and caring and you technically pretended to be someone you aren't just so we could see where this goes." "You think this is going somewhere, doll?" he smirked. "Maybe." I shrugged.
Tentatively he spoke, breaking our silence. "Y/n, would you like to go out with me?" "Hm...." I pretended to think, making his eyes widen. "Yes!" a breath of relief escaped him, and he stepped forward to wrap me up un a hug. I felt him place kisses to my hairline before he pulled back and smiled as he looked into my eyes.
I would never get tired of this view or this feeling. His cheeks were slightly flushed, and his hair was still messy. Crystal blues peered down into my own eyes. Pure adoration covered his face. "Well Barnes, where to?" "What do you mean doll?" "Didn't you just ask me out?" I giggled. "You mean like you want to go right now?" "Why waste anymore time, Bucky?"
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wandasemisimp · 1 year
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nightmare
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summary bucky had a nightmare and you help him calm down
warnings english is not my first language, fluff, my first fic
pairing bucky x reader
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i woke up to hearing low breaths from other room, i signed knowing that was bucky as i got up going to his room. I knock on the door and hearing no answers i open the door seing him on the floor hugging a pillow. 
‘’Bucky...’’ i said as i closed the door, he quickly looked at me and frowned ‘’ did i woke you up ‘’ he said as i sat next to him ‘’ i wasn’t asleep anyway’’ i said smiling. he looked at me and chuckle ‘’i know you’re lying ‘’ bucky said as he looked down. 
I kissed his fourhead and huged him ‘’its not your fault’’ as we stayed in silence until he said ‘’im so lucky to have you’’ bucky said as he look’s at me. 
‘‘i don’t know w-’‘he cut me up as he cupped my cheks and kissed me, he pulled away and said ‘‘i love you doll’‘ he said as i smiled and said ‘‘ i love you to bucky’‘.
We stayed together for some time until i said ‘’ let’s go to bed the floor is cold’’ bucky nodded and we went to bed and layed there until i felt his hands on my waist as he hugged me from behind ‘’ goodnight doll’’ bucky said as he fall asleep ‘’ goodnight’’  i said closing  my eyes fallinf asleep.
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i hope this is good so se you on next fic 
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saltsicklover · 7 months
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Bucky Barnes Master List
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₊✧ Bucky Barnes ✧₊
One Shots
24,901 Miles ♡ - "We have always been the most intimate in crowded rooms; yards apart, eyes catching each others' knowing glances."
Bikinis, Breasts, and Bucky Barnes ♡ - "Summertime has got to be one of the most oppressive parts of the year."
The Weather ♡ - "It took James Barnes three months to speak more than a 'hello' and an appointment time to the beautiful women that sits behind the front desk in Dr. Raynor's stuffy office."
Series
From Me to You ~ Fan Mail Series (In Progress) ♡
Part One: Fan Mail - "Bucky has never gotten fan mail. Ill wishes and empty threats via the postal service sent from all over the world, sure, that's old hat by now."
Part Two: Pen Pal - "When Bucky finally decides he is going to write to his new pen pal, he is knee deep in weeds outside of a long condemned government facility on the outskirts of a fly over town."
Part Three: The First Official Letter - "Maybe Bucky shouldn't have written at all. The thought swam around Bucky's mind for weeks."
Part Four: Dear Ace - ""I need to know one thing, what apartment do you live in?" The letter burned a hole in her pocket."
Part Five: Dear 201 - "Three little numbers both thrill and terrify Bucky in equal measure- he started to see the numbers everywhere after he received the letter from Ace."
Part Six: Trouble - "The tension hung between the Super Soldiers, sticky and all consuming as the hours turned to days after the fight."
Part Seven: Bloody Knuckles - "Ace is ready to take on the world, at least that's what she tells herself, heading out of the apartment, ready for a long awaited day off, but the letters she found stacked in her mailbox give her pause."
Part Eight: A Sacrifice For Love - "It wasn't supposed to be like this."
I've Always Dreamt of You ~ Unknown Soulmate AU (In Progress) ꨄ︎
Part One: Blue - "The way Icarus dreamt of flight doesn't even come close to rivaling the way I dream of him."
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♡ xFem!Reader
☁︎ xDisabled!Reader
ꨄ︎ Soulmate AU
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