#bucky mcu

[vbecker10]

Loads of Fun

Laundry Day (Loki x female reader Y/N)

How Could This Not Fit?! (Loki x fem reader Y/N)

Pairing: Bucky x female reader (Y/N)

Summary: Bucky doesn't want to admit that he hasn't quite gotten used to all the new technology since he was freed from the Winter Soldier and his latest issue is with the dryer. Y/N catches him mid-struggle with the machine and comes to his rescue.

Warnings: some light swearing, feeling a tad useless and old, Bucky struggling hard with the laundry, Y/N being super awkward

A/N: So in Laundry Day (linked above) I wrote an off hand little comment about how much laundry Bucky needed to do and @alexakeyloveloki comment inspired me to write a short fic about it so... enjoy 💚

This is not the same Y/N from Laundry Day & How Could This Not Fit?!, this is a different one. Apparently a bunch of women in the Tower have the same name as you (haha sorry that's dumb but I wanted them both to be Y/N fics so here we are)

"Oh.... I messed up," you close your book and get up from the couch quickly as you suddenly realize it's almost midnight. You had meant to only read one more chapter but you had gotten lost in your book as always.

You grab your detergent from the closet, drag your overflowing laundry hamper to the door and slide on a pair of flip flops. "Every freaking time," you mumble to yourself as you open the door. Once again, you put off doing laundry until you completely ran out of clothes.

The elevator doors open and you step out into the basement. "At least no one should be down here," you think out loud thankfully.

You had tried to do your laundry this morning but you gave up on that idea as soon as you opened the door. Loki's girlfriend was sitting on top of one of the dryers with her legs around his waist. You put your hand on the door and shake the images of the two of them away, you don't need that to be stuck in your brain.

"Damnit," you whisper as you freeze completely, the door halfway open. Bucky has his back to you as he stares at the dryer, unaware of your presence. You had developed a crush on the super soldier and decided the best way to handle it was to avoid him at all cost like any other mature adult. You were terrified that you might say or do something embarrassing so you thought your best option was to never be alone with him.

You sigh, knowing you're out of underwear and options so you open the door the rest of the way. Before you can say anything to him, the dryer Bucky is focused on begins to beep loudly.

"I don't know what you want from me," he says to it, his voice full of frustration.

He opens the door and the sound stops, you are both completely still but as soon as he closes the door it begins again. He pushes the button on the panel to start the dryer but the beeping continues.

"Why are you so complicated?" he asks the machine, clearly unaware that he is no longer alone. He pushes another button that does nothing to quiet the sound then he groans loudly, nearly ripping the door off the hinges with his metal arm.

"Do you need help?" you ask quietly from behind him.

He closes the door quickly as he turns around to face you. You can see the frustration in his expression turn to embarrassment when he realizes you were watching him. As he opens his mouth to answer you, the dryer starts to beep again.

He pulls the door open and turns towards you again. With a look of utter defeat he says, "I think it hates me."

You cover your mouth to keep from giggling at the fact that a super soldier is losing a battle with an appliance. There is no need for you to add insult to injury, you think, but he does look like he is in desperate need of a hug.

You walk over to him and drag your hamper in front of an empty machine. "I'm sure it doesn't hate you," you reassure him with a smile and he shrugs, clearly not believing you.

"Can I take a look?" you ask pointing at the dryer and he nods, moving away from it as if it might explode at any second.

"You can try but I'm telling you, this one is evil," he laughs nervously.

"I think I can handle it," you try to sound sure of yourself. "Oh, I'm Y/N, by the way," you suddenly decide to introduce yourself as you close the door.

"I know," he answers and you turn your head to look at him over your shoulder, the beeping continuing. "You work for the IT department," he says and you feel yourself blushing. "I've seen you around the Tower a few times."

"Yep, that's me," you respond, trying not to sound as if your internally screaming. He remembers my name? When did we even talk? I definitely would remember if we talked. Focus, focus, you yell at yourself, you've been staring at him for too long.

"Well, they don't train us to handle haunted appliances but I think I can handle this one," you say then immediately cringe. Why do I talk? You think, this is why I avoid him.

Your thoughts are interrupted by Bucky laughing. You turn towards your new favorite sound and he smiles at you as he leans on a nearby washer.

Ok, you think to yourself, time to show off and fix this stupid thing. You check to see what settings he's used but they all look right. Well, there's that, you think a bit annoyed but you're determined to figure it out. Suddenly you get an idea.

"Sometimes these things get weird when they are unbalanced or too full," you explain as you open the door and bend down. You reach in to level things out. A second too late you realize your holding a pair of his damp boxers and throw them back inside.

"Yep, these look fine," you close the door quickly and stand up, hoping he didn't notice but you can tell he saw you pick them up. "No. I mean... not that the boxers look fine, just like the load is fine. I- I'm just gonna..." you say, as you turn to face the dryer again. "I'm gonna die," you whisper as you rub your face with your hands. Good job dummy, you managed to make this even more awkward.

"Damn dryer is going to beat both of us," he says after a moment of continuous beeping and you can't help but agree with him.

"I think you might be right-" you pause, your eyebrows scrunching as a blinking red light catches your attention. "Has this been blinking the whole time?"

"I think so," he guesses. "Is that important?"

You sigh and nod, "It means I'm an idiot."

He tilts his head, his arms folded across his chest as he watches you open the dryer door again. You pull open the small door at the bottom and groan. He walks closer to see what you are doing but you don't notice until he leans over your shoulder.

"What is that?" he asks and you jump at how close his voice is to your ear. "Sorry," he laughs. "Thought you knew I was in here."

"Yea I just thought you were over there," you wave you hand towards where he had been and almost hit him in the face with the back of your hand. He dodges it easily and laughs lightly as you cover your mouth. "I'm so sorry," you mumble from under your hand.

"Its fine, you missed," he says with a grin. "So what's wrong with it?"

You pull out the lint trap and show him, "This thing is full so it won't run until we empty it." His expression tells you he has no idea what it is so you explain how a lint trap works and that if you don't clean them out you could potentially start a fire.

"Oh," he responds. "Wouldn't it be helpful if the stupid thing said that's what was wrong with it instead of just beeping?"

"It did," you groan then point to the light that is no longer blinking. "That's what the little light was for."

You wait for him to be stunned by your stupidity. You work for the IT department at Stark Industries, the most technologically advanced company in the world and you barely fixed a not broken dryer. You turn it on for him then turn your attention to finally loading your clothes into the washer.

Instead of responding the way you think he will, he sighs and takes a seat. "I don't understand any of this new technology," he admits.

You turn over your shoulder to look at him and see that he seems defeated again. "Don't worry," you try to make him feel better. "Stark likes new toys. He gets all the fanciest tech, no one knows how to use this stuff."

"I don't know how to do anything," he rests his elbows on his knees and leans forward. You turn on the washers and walk towards him. "Nothing is simple anymore."

"What do you mean?" you ask as you sit in the empty chair next to him.

"Everything is a computer now and the whole building talks. The fridge has more technology in it than the last car I drove, the toaster is voice activated, hell even the sinks are motion sensors," he says, his eyes focused on his hands as he talks.

You cover your mouth quickly to hide your laugh but it slips out. He looks at you and you lower you hand to ask, "I'm sorry but... who told you the toaster was voice activated?"

"Sam," he says then his eyes widen, "It's not is it?"

"No," you shake your head and can't hold back your laughter.

He groans, lowering his head again, "I'm gonna kill him."

"You didn't really believe him did you?" you ask in disbelief.

"I spent five minutes yelling 'toast' at it this morning before he said it was probably updating," he admits, covering his face with his metal hand.

You smile and imagine him getting more and more annoyed at the poor little appliance.

He sits up, resting the back on his head on the wall behind you. "I just don't know why everything is so complicated," he says and you suddenly feel guilty for laughing.

"I'm sorry," you tell him, looking down at your feet. "Have you tried talking to Steve about getting you up to speed on some things?"

"I don't want to keep bothering him every time I can't turn on a light or get ice out of the fridge," he says. "Steve adjusted fine so I just have to keep trying to figure all of this out."

"Who told you Steve adjusted well?" you ask before you can stop yourself.

He looks at you but doesn't answer so you continue talking. "I was part of the team that helped wake him up. Trust me, he freaked out plenty of times and he was confused by pretty much everything in the beginning."

He shakes his head, "I didn't know that, it's one of the only things we've never really talked about."

"I'm sorry we didn't have a team prepped for you when you joined. I guess we just sort of figured you had been awake a lot more than Steve," you say. "As the uh... other guy," you add awkwardly, trying to avoid calling him the Winter Soldier.

"Technically I was but..." his voice trails off and his flesh hand covers his metal hand as he looks down.

"The other guy didn't do much cooking or laundry, did he?" you ask, finishing his thought.

"No," he answers.

After a short silence you say, "If you want, I can help get you up to speed. A lot of the tech around here is actually pretty easy to use, if you know what your doing."

"You don't have to waste your time," he shrugs. "I'll figure it all out."

"Helping you wouldn't be a waste of time," you tell him with a smile. "Besides, I have a lot of free time. I pretty much do nothing but read when I'm not working so I'm always around if you need me," you add and groan internally. Try to make it sound like you don't have a life at all, good job, you think.

He smiles and makes eye contact with you, "That would be really helpful, thanks."

You get lost in how his smile lights up his face but the long beep of the dryer finishing thankfully means you don't stare at him until it gets awkward. He gets up to empty the machine and you grab your book from the top of the washer before sitting back down. As you open the book he sits next to you again.

"Oh," you close the book and look up. "Sorry, I thought- you don't have to stay down here. I've got a while left until it'll be done."

He looks at the time left on the washer and says, "I just thought we could talk for a bit but... if you would rather read, I can leave you to it."

"I can read this later," you smile. You mean to gently toss the book on the table used to fold laundry but you over shoot and it hits the floor, sliding away from you. You cover your face with your hands and get up.

"I've got it," he laughs. He places the book on the table and sits next to you.

"I'm not usually a disaster," you tell him and he chuckles. "Actually, I kind of am. That's why I'm way better off with books and the tech stuff then with people," you admit. "I always do something stupid or say something weird," you feel yourself shrink back in your chair.

"I think it makes you interesting," he replies with a smile. "I'm never quite sure what you're going to say or do."

You laugh nervously, "Me neither." A second later your brain turns on, wait did he say I was interesting?

"There is actually one thing you could help me with now, if that's ok?" he asks, keeping you from focusing too much on what he had just said. He takes out his phone, "I think there's something wrong with it."

He hands it to you and you almost drop it when your fingers touch, "Ha, I've got it. Sorry." You open the settings and start looking for usual problems but things seem fine. You look up at him, "What's wrong with it?"

He smirks and says, "It doesn't have your number."

"Wow," you can't help but laugh. "That was really smooth."

He laughs and says, "I'm a bit out of practice but I thought that was good."

"It was," you blush and add your number before handing him back his phone.

He looks at it then back at you and says, "Okay, but seriously, how do I text you cause I'm not sure how exactly to do that."

I hope you liked this!! Please like, share and comment if you did 💚💚

(I don't have a Bucky tag list yet so sorry my Loki list didn't get a choice lol)

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[munsonshire]

Things that Bucky does (in a relationship)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (gender neutral) Masterlist Bucky Masterlist

Will teach you how to throw knives (Sam has been caught in the crossfire too many times for his own good, and Bucky always makes some sarcastic comment because of it)

Sends you bouquets of your favorite flowers weekly (yes, he doesn't care of you're a man, men deserve flowers too) (we love a gentleman)

Will open doors for you all the time

Will give you his dog tags from WWII

Will always be touching you in some way or another, hand on your waist, holding your hand for example

Messages a lot when he is on a mission but he is an old man so he sends them word by word because he doesn't know how to send a whole sentence

Will ask you to explain technology to him (he's from the 40s, the poor man is outdated)

Will wear your hairbands (if you use them on his wrists) if not, maybe one of your rings

Tags: @lex-is-up-all-night-to-get-bucky @samkickikc @yeehawbrothers @nash-dara @chococat-fandoms @beans-and-t0ast @divinefemme @alltoowellread @llokii @mostlymarvelgirl @haileygarciasunshine @dispatchvampire

[aceofhearts25]

How Marvel Characters Would React to Catching you 💀✨Dancing✨💀

Summary: Title says it, yo. How they'd react to catching you dancing alone like a maniac. Kinda fluffy for some, funny for many, a lil flirty too ig? Yada, yada, idk, man, just good vibes!!! -

Tony "Nice moves, Michael Jackson." He'd say while leaning on the doorframe, arms crossed, smirk on his face. Then, he'd probably tell everybody about it and haunt you forever. "First time?" Steve would ask as everybody still screams 'LANGUAGE!' around him.

Steve He'd do that dorky smile and lil laugh he does all the time. "Don't mind me, just grabbing something-" He'd say bashfully holding his hands up before grabbing something Steve-like, like his wallet or jacket before leaving you to dance in peace, or writhe in embarrassment, you choose.

Thor He'd just stand there curiously for a second, blinking before realizing that you were dancing. You would’ve probably have noticed the big boy by then and stopped dancing. He'd nod with that adorkable smile and clap lightly. "Very nice." He'd say genuinely with a dorky thumbs up before excusing himself and leaving, just like that. *Shrug. Keeps vibing.*

Natasha She'd do that one sassy smirk expression-thing she always does while standing there. "Am I interupting something?" She'd kid and taunt around for a while in her sassy voice before just leaving casually. She probably told Clint though. Beware.

Bruce "What are you- er, you know what, never mind- not my business- sorry for uh, ruining your fun..." He'd mutter while doing that adorably dorky anxious Bruce behavior while walking backwards, before excusing himself, apologizing and finally leaving, despite you not caring about it that much while he makes it a big, huge deal.

Clint He would do that mischievious-ass 'hehe' chuckle he always does. And then he'd probably leave, leaving you to wonder if he'll just forget about it, or tell Natasha, or tell everybody, he's unpredictable like that.

Loki He'd do that iconic chuckle-scoff thing he does with the mischievous smile. "Midgardians are so ridiculous... and adorable." He'd mutter while leaning on the door frame, head tilted in fake curiosity, surely leaving you to frown while writhing in painful Loki-caused embarrassment. "It's just a bit of fun, really." -Loki, probably.

Bucky He'd do a lil sassy exhale-laugh-thing and stand there tauntingly until you tell him to leave, then he'd do so, smirking at your embarrassment.

Sam "Ayyyyy!" He'd say, pointing at you while grabbing whatever he came for and then leaving with that cheeky smile thing he always does.

Peter He’d be too busy thinking about whatever he was thinking about for a sec, then he’d look up and see you and he’d do that adorable chuckle-giggle-thing. “Sorry- ehe-” He’d say before excusing himself and leaving with his dorky smile.

Aight, hope y’all enjoyed, I guess. 🤷‍♀️ Feel free to comment sumn, I hate quiet posts. 🥲🫤

[simplyholl]

Reckless

Summary: When you act recklessly on a mission, Bucky gets mad at you.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F. Reader

Warnings: Smut. 18+ ONLY. Minors DNI.

See My Masterlist Here

You had really done it now. You made Bucky so mad, he couldn’t even look at you. You were paired together for a mission, and you acted recklessly. You got separated from him and instead of waiting for him, you found the Hydra bunker where they were hiding.

You burst in without a plan and they would have most likely killed you. But Bucky came in and saved you. On the way back, he wouldn’t look at you, speak to you, or even acknowledge your existence.

It took a lot for him to get angry. So you didn’t know how you could fix this. You were such good friends, and he always made time for you. It was going on three days and he ignored every text, call, FaceTime, and knock on his door. You didn’t even know why he was so upset with you. You had done stupid stuff during missions before.

Finally you had enough of the silent treatment, so you waited until it was his normal time to train. He liked to work alone, so you didn’t have to worry about anyone else being there and interrupting you. You made your way to the gym, disappointed that he wasn’t there, nobody was.

You were just about to leave and come up with another plan when you heard someone in the men’s locker room. You hoped it was Bucky as you entered, the smell of soap filled the steamy room. Your sneakers squeaked with every step on the wet tile floor.

You heard Bucky singing some old fashioned song. Following his voice passed the lockers, you step over Thor’s discarded shorts. You shake your head, feeling sorry for the cleaners Tony hired. You see Bucky’s head peaking over the shower door. For a split second, you debate turning around. But you want your friend back more than anything, so you continue all the way to the showers.

“James, we need to talk.” Bucky jumps at the sound of your voice. “What are you doing in here? This is the men’s locker room.” He rolls his eyes, turning towards the spray of water. “You wouldn’t talk to me, I didn’t know when I’d be able to catch you.” He doesn’t answer, instead he picks up the shampoo bottle squirting some into his palm.

“I’m sorry for what I did. I just want you to talk to me.” He reaches up to wash the shampoo out of his hair, eyes closed. “I know you can hear me. Bucky, please?” You beg him but he continues ignoring you. He could be a real asshole when he wanted to. You set your phone down on the bench beside you. You reach down to take off your shoes then your socks.

You grab the handle to the shower door, letting yourself inside. Bucky’s eyes widen as he sees you in the shower with him. He makes an awkward attempt to cover his self. “Get out of here!” You walk over to him, “No! This is the only way to get you to pay attention to me!” You walk closer, “Tell me why you’re so mad at me.”

Bucky watches as the water sprays you, making your already tight workout clothes cling to your body. His throat bobs as he finally answers. “I’m not mad, I’m furious. You weren’t thinking. You never do. You went by yourself when you were told to wait, and if I hadn’t been close by, you would be dead.”

“I do stuff like that all the time, Buck. Why did it make you so upset?” Bucky takes a step toward you, removing his hands from his hardening cock. “Because I care about you! If you were mine, you wouldn’t be able to sit down for a week after that stunt you pulled.”

That was just the answer to send all your worries about crossing boundaries out the window. You press yourself against him, standing on your tiptoes to kiss him. When his lips met yours, it was like you were the only people in the whole world.

His metal hand makes quick work of your sports bra, ripping it right off you. The warm palm of his flesh hand meets your breast. He groans against your neck as his hands travel lower. He jerks your leggings off in one swift motion, throwing them to the side with a wet thud.

You were never so thankful that you didn’t wear panties as you were today. He reaches between you, long fingers dipping into you. You were so wet just from arguing with him, and he knew it. “All this from fighting with me, doll?” He smirks, knowing the effect it will have on you. You clench around his fingers as he curls them upward, his palm gently brushing your clit. “James” you moan, grasping his shoulders for support.

He removes his fingers from you, turning you around so fast that you don’t have time to register how empty you feel now. Bucky presses his body to your back, trapping you between him and the shower door. The cool door makes your nipples harden against it. You feel Bucky’s hard cock rub against the curve of your ass. You try to move to create some type of friction between you, but you can’t. His big body doesn’t budge. He uses his leg to spread you further.

You gasp as he thrusts into you, not giving you any time to adjust to his size before he plunges deeper, bottoming out. You claw at the shower door, as his thrusts grow brutal. His metal arm wraps around your waist, holding you where he wants you while his flesh hand grabs your chin. He tilts your face to look at him, “Are you going to do anything that stupid ever again?” He asks, his cock brushing that spot inside of you that makes your vision go blurry.

You can’t form words, it feels too good. “I expect an answer when I ask you a question.” Your eyes are glossy, you try to answer but you only make sounds. “My pretty baby, she’s too cock drunk to talk. Is that it, doll? Is my cock too much?” You manage to whisper yes, sending his ego into overdrive.

“That’s right, nobody will ever make you feel like I do. I’ll never touch you again, if you don’t follow orders. Am I understood?” Visions of his old army days flood your mind, the band in your stomach threatening to snap. “Y-yes sir.” You stutter. He seems satisfied with your answer, holding you closer to him. His fingers dig into your hip, no doubt leaving bruises, marking you as his.

He snaps his hips one last time, burying his face into your shoulder as he comes inside you. He stays like that for a minute, catching his breath before turning you around. He checks all over your body, his forehead wrinkling as he notices the multiple marks he left behind. “Was I too rough? I didn’t mean to hurt you. I was just so caught up in the moment-“

“It’s okay. I really liked it.” You confess. Bucky sighs in relief, bringing you back under the water, he starts to wash you. “Hey what about me?” Bucky smirks, “What about you, doll?” He washes down your arms. “I didn’t get off.” You state matter of factly. “Oh, I know. Only good girls get to cum.”

Tags

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[thewintersoldier111]

Do you ever just look at him...

And moan?

[jamie-leah]

Text You

Bucky x Reader 

Oneshot 

Summary: You like texting Bucky in the middle of the night, slowly getting to know him and slowly falling in love. 

Word Count: 2989

Warnings: Mentions of violence and blood. Not edited. 

A/N: Here’s a little something I put together. Please ignore the time shown in the text pictures, I do not possess the skills to change it. All interaction is very much appreciated <3 

Masterlist 

Bucky was still adjusting to life now that things had gone back to normal. Or as normal as they could be.

He had taken his time getting back to normal. Only recently moving into his own place and taking on a few missions.

You had taken an immediate liking to Bucky; it was plain to see by everyone. You were the sunshine to Bucky’s rain, and you always took it upon yourself to make him feel included and welcomed. You wanted him to feel part of the team, part of the family.

So, when you had gotten his number after months and months of nagging, you knew it was game over for him.

The first time you text Bucky he frowned into the darkness. His phone lightly buzzing on his nightstand. He rolls over to see the alarm clock blinking the numbers 1.58. His frown creases to worry as he picks up the phone, swiping to unlock the message that he can now see is from you.

Bucky does nothing but sigh throughout the whole exchange. All he wants is to be left alone. But before his last message he reads over the exchange. A seed of guilt starting to blossom in his chest, making it tighter. After reading it over and over and arguing with himself in the dark, he adds the cat comment.

The next day Bucky is making coffee, eyes still blurry from sleep, when a knock echoes through the apartment. He wanders over to the door, not bothering to check who it is when he yanks it open, scowl at the ready.

You stand there, smile beaming already which falters when your eyes travel down the expanse of exposed flesh, all ripples, scars and muscles. But you recover quickly when the white ball of fluff starts to wriggle in your arms.

Bucky rubs at his eyes three times to make sure he’s seeing what is right in front of him. You with eyes bright and the cheekiest smile he’s seen from you yet, holding a young white cat in your arms.

“I saw this little guy in a shelter, and he looked lonely. I thought you two would get on amazingly.” You state.

Bucky can feel his jaw unhinge but can’t do anything to stop it. A few sputtered words slip out until he remembers your phone conversation, the only time he mentioned liking cats.

Bucky starts to shake his head, which you diligently ignore, “his name is Alpine, he’s two, and adorable.”

“I don’t think-“

“So, you’ll have to pick up some food for him, but I can always do that if you just want to spend time with the little guy.”

Bucky continues the head shaking, “this is a terrible-“

You thrust Alpine into Bucky’s arms effectively cutting him off as he automatically cradles the white ball of fluff to his chest.

You give a wave to them both, “have fun guys, I’ll text you later!”

Bucky looks down as Alpine meows in his arms.

  He expects the pings now, they don’t worry him like they used to. Having his phone go off in the middle of the night was the norm now. And though Bucky would never admit it to anyone, he was grateful sometimes for the distraction on the nights he couldn’t sleep.

When he sees your first message, he isn’t surprised of the topic. Halloween is tomorrow after all, and you had been talking about what outfit to wear for ages.

It was true, Bucky could never sleep past five, even though he wished he could. Of course, he shouldn’t have been surprised when there was a knock on the door just after five in the morning.

Bucky makes his way to the door, Alpine trotting in front. When he opens the door, you’re standing there with two cups of coffee to go, and a dozen bags.

You look down at Alpine weaving between your legs and smile, “Hi Alpine, how’re you loving your new home?”

Bucky watched you. He wondered why you were trying so hard, why you wanted to be around him so much. He wondered why you were putting in so much effort for someone like him. He was also wondering when you got so beautiful with a smile that bright.

You hand him one of the coffee cups, “black with three sugars, I remembered and no it’s not poisoned.”

You grab a few bags and pass them to Bucky and his spare hand, “help with these and I’ll get the rest.”

Bucky complies as you push him into his apartment, “uh, what is all this?”

You shrug, “just a few decorations for tonight.”

Bucky’s features screw up, “decorations?”

You start looking through the bags, “yeah, for Halloween.”

“I don’t- Wait, tonight? What’s happening tonight?” Trepidation clear in his voice.

You shrug again, “just a get together.”

“I swear to god, if you’ve organised a party-“

You wave at him to stop, “its not a party. It was my turn to organise the Halloween party and much to Tony’s dismay, I said it was just going to be us guys.”

Bucky eyes you with suspicion, “and why are you doing it in my apartment?”

You roll your eyes like it’s obvious, “because if I had done it at mine or anyone else’s you would not have shown up.”

Bucky sighs. He looks down at Alpine rubbing against his leg. He can’t dispute what you said, it is exactly what he would have done.

Bucky gives in. Something he is doing more and more with you lately. He’s not sure if its your persistence or your smile. He’s not sure he cares.

By the time you both finish, the apartment is transformed. Cobwebs are hanging from the ceiling, pumpkins are flickering on every ledge, a witch’s cauldron is the bowl for the punch.

With two bags left, Bucky wasn’t sure what there was left to decorate. You hand him one bag, “this is your outfit.”

Bucky peeks inside, “no.”

You start to speak but Bucky cuts you off, “I said no. I don’t even know where you got this from.”

“It’s the original. It’s yours.”

Bucky looks away from the bag, “doesn’t matter. I’m still not wearing it.”

“Look, I’m not going to force you to do anything you don’t want to do. There’s a generic costume underneath that one in the bag. I just wanted you to feel like the man we all see you as.”

You leave him to it, retreating to the bathroom with your own bag to get changed. Bucky heads to his bedroom. Closing the door and staring at himself in the mirror on the back of the door.

Bucky thinks over your words ‘the man we all see you as’. What do they all see him as? Who do you see him as? Secretly, Bucky was burning to know how you saw him, both afraid and hopeful that maybe you see him as someone worth it. Because Bucky wasn’t going to dress up for Halloween, he thought he was already monster enough.

He got the outfit out and laid it across his bed, leaving the alternative you spoke about without even looking at it. He stares at the outfit in front of him for ages, until his door starts knocking and he can hear you talking to the team.

He hears the music flood his apartment by the time he decides what to wear. Everyone is chatting away when he makes his way down the hallway, heart straining against his ribcage. The talking stops when he finally steps into the room.

Bucky looks for familiar eyes, landing on Steve smiling at him already, “hey! You decided to wear it. I always wanted to wear the uniform with you back then.”

That’s when he realises Steve has the same army uniform. He breathes a little easier knowing he doesn’t stick out as much.

He finds your eyes next. The light behind them the brightest he’s ever seen, “I can see why you were so popular with the ladies.”

The wink makes him cough and look away. When he looks back to you, he frowns, “where is your outfit?”

You flash him a knowing smile as you pull a white sheet on, “a spooky ghost!”

Bucky chuckles as he remembers your questions about ghosts last night. And it was the first time he truly felt grateful to you for pushing him out of his comfort zone. It turned out to be one of the best nights of his life. The laughing, the dancing and you, all in one evening.

  Bucky watches the ceiling light up as his phone buzzes on the side table next to him. He picks it up fully expecting your words to greet him.

Of course, Bucky eventually gives into you. He always does. He replies with his favourite flavour much later though and doesn’t hear from you until you appear at his door at lunchtime.

“Get your jacket, we have a little mission to complete.”

Bucky doesn’t hesitate, grabbing his leather jacket and following you out of his apartment building, “what’s the assignment?”

You gesture to a building a ways up, “there’s a meeting taking place at a dessert parlour. There was some intelligence to suggest that one of them was an old Hydra agent.”

Bucky nods his understanding. It takes another few minutes to reach the building. You walk straight in and settle in a booth in the corner. Bucky takes the seat opposite you, discretely checking the place out.

When the waitress comes over, Bucky almost tells her to go away but you beat him to it, “we’ll take a mint choc sundae to share please.”

Bucky gives you a look once the waitress leaves and you just shrug, “we have to make it look like we’re here for the dessert and not to spy on people.”

Bucky concedes your point but never lets his guard down. His eyes always travelling to the door when the bell dings at the arrival of someone new.

When the ice cream arrives, you try to hand him a spoon, but he refuses. You slide the spoon across to him, “relax Bucky and eat the ice cream with me.”

“Relax? We’re on a mission, I can’t relax.”

You scrap your spoon across the top of the ice cream, “we’re not on a mission Buck.”

He looks at you sharply, “what?”

You speak around the freezing goodness, “I made it up.”

Bucky turns to face you fully, “you did what? What would you do that for?!”

You give him ‘that’ look, “because I wanted to eat some ice cream with you, and I knew you never would have come with me if I had asked.”

Bucky’s mouth opens and closes like a goldfish for a few seconds. He finally snaps it shut, picking up the spoon and stabbing the ice cream with it, mumbling under his breath the entire time.

Bucky eventually comes to the realisation that he should never doubt you. You both have so much fun that you order another two sundaes to share.

 It’s the same old story. Bucky is staring into the void when the darkness lights up as a text from you awaits to greet him.

Bucky turns to grab it and swipes to read your message.

Bucky shoots out of bed grabbing his clothes while trying to ring you. It rings out and he curses. He runs into the hallway and throws his boots on, calling Steve.

Steve picks up after three long rings, “hello? Buck?”

“Steve, Steve listen to me, where was that mission taking place tonight?”

“Mission?” Steve mumbles.

“The one that Y/N was on, is on right now!”

“It was just some stake out job, in some industrial building-“

Bucky starts running to the outskirts of town, “no, Steve, listen to me! I need an exact address and I need it now.”

Steve becomes more alert, “I’ll text you the address now.”

When the text comes through Bucky takes off, people, cars and lights blurring together. His only thought is you, getting to you in time. He has to get to you in time.

Another text comes through, the buzzing in his hand like an electric shock. He looks down to see a text from Steve again, pinging your location to Bucky.

When Bucky gets to the building everything is quiet. There doesn’t seem to be anyone around, but he draws his gun just in case and while he doesn’t want to give his position away if there are people there, you’re more important.

“Y/N?” Bucky shouts into the building, his voice echoing through the empty space.

He calls again and strains to listen. There. He hears your groan. If it weren’t for his enhanced abilities, he probably would have missed it.

He finds you squeezed into a corner, obviously hiding from whoever did this to you. Blood is running like a river from your wound, your hand placed over it but no pressure being applied.

He falls to his knees, grabbing your face, “hey, hey! Open your eyes for me sweetheart, I need to know you’re still awake.”

You groan but your eyes seem glued shut. Bucky pushes your hand away, bringing pressure to your wound.

Your eyes spring open, a scream tearing from your throat. Inky blackness hovering on the edges of your vision but you make him out, you see Bucky like the king of hell with your vision darkening and his hair in disarray.

“Bucky.”

His eyes meet yours, “yes, keep your eyes open for me. I’m here, I’m gonna take care of you.”

Bucky takes one hand away to grab his phone. It slips out of his hand a couple times, blood smearing the keyboard. Bucky finally gets the keypad up and dials Steve.

Your eyes droop, blood roaring in your ears. You can just make out Bucky’s lips moving but not sure what he’s saying. You let your eyes shut again.

“NO! You have to stay with me, stay awake. Help is coming and you’re going to be fine, you’ll be fine.”

Your eyes won’t comply, the darkness too warm to leave but you smile at hearing Bucky’s voice. “I’m really glad you’re here.” You manage to cough the words out.

Bucky pushes harder on your wound, but it only elicits a groan between your wheezing breaths, “I always answer your texts, don’t I?”

“If it had to be anyone, I’m glad its you.”

Bucky wasn’t sure you were making sense, but he was just grateful that you were still here with him, talking.

“So, when are you taking me out on another ice cream date?” Bucky asks.

You don’t answer. It was one of the only moments in Bucky’s long life that he was truly afraid. He pushes harder, blood still pouring through the gaps in his fingers. But no groan or protest makes it passed the lips he’s wanted to kiss for a while now.

Bucky keeps saying your name repeatedly. He continues to say it even when the others arrive with help. No matter how loud or soft or panicked he says your name, your eyes never do open again.

  Bucky is staring at the ceiling, counting the tiles like one would count sheep to fall asleep. He hadn’t left the hospital since you arrived. He had been sleeping in the chair for days now or trying to at least.

The nurses took pity on him and guided him to an empty room with a hospital bed. They had insisted and Bucky wanted to show his gratitude, so he had accepted.

He knew he would never be able to sleep though. His whole body ached but it was coiled like a spring, just waiting for your eyes to open again. He found himself waiting for his phone to beep at him with a text from you in the middle of the night. But his phone was eerily silent every night.

He couldn’t remember the last time he missed someone so much. His eyes eventually close, your bright eyes and mega watt smile haunting him in his dreams.

*Buzzz* *Buzzz*

Bucky groans. His hand snakes out to swipe his phone from the table next to him. His eyes watering at the brightness of the screen in front of him.

Bucky falls out of the hospital bed. The hard floor leaves him breathless for a moment, the phone clattering away from him. He leaves it there, his feet already hitting the plastic tiles. Bucky weaves through the patients and staff until he bursts through the door leading to your room.

He sees you, your eyes tired but alive, your phone lighting up your pale face as you look up. Bucky stares at the corners of your mouth turning up in a soft smile and he struggles to hold back the tears of relief that he hadn’t missed his chance to see that face light up again.

You put the phone down and open your arms out to him. Bucky falls into your embrace, and you let out an ‘oomph’ to which he softly apologises in your ear without letting you go.

You’re not sure how long you stay that way when you finally pull back, mouth open to make some lame joke. Bucky stops those plans when he brings his lips to yours in a bruising kiss. His lips desperate to feel you.

When the kiss breaks, you smile, “I hadn’t even said yes to that second date yet.”

Bucky brings his lips back to yours, gentle this time, like they knew yours was made for his and he knew you weren’t going anywhere. His teeth grazing your plump bottom lip just as he pulls back.

Your eyes stay closed a few seconds longer as you breathe out, “yes”. Yes, to the second date, yes to Bucky, yes to a future with both of you in it.

[beep-cares]

the mcu attempt at steve rogers was more willing to mess up the timeline by marrying peggy (who he actually didnt really know well in the mcu) than to mess up the timeline by saving bucky (till the end of the line, yoire all i had)

that is a fucking lie and a disgrace to steve rogers.

[fatbiatchforever]

December 15th

You prepared for this day for weeks. You were determined to get it all set-up today, so you could have everything you dreamed off.

“Do we have to?”

You shake your head in dismay as you arrange everything in front of you, “Of course we do, you Grinch! We need to get into the holiday spirit.”

“Playing Christmas music non-stop is not enough?”

You turn back to glare at him, “What are you trying to say Buck?”

He shifts on the couch to lay on his side, “Maybe we should skip all of this, get in bed and cuddle.”

“Laying on the couch, doing NOTHING, is not enough?”

His small but evident pout takes over as he gets the ball from Leo, your dog, “You’re not here.”

You smile as you gather all the supplies together, “That pout is not changing things today. If you don’t want to help, that’s fine Bucky. Get in bed and rest up.”

Bucky gets up immediately, to hug you from behind, “I’m helping, but we are staying together the whole time. We are not splitting up.”

He kisses your cheek and jaw while pulling you closer to him. 

“Fine! FINE. Don’t get too comfortable though. If I feel like you’re being distracting, you’re getting kicked out.”

It doesn’t stop him from smothering you with kisses. He follows you around and carries all the supplies, as you gather everything you shopped for the tree. 

“Okay, so the aim is to make it as pretty as possible.”

“How do we do that?”

You hand him the lights, “You go with your gut feeling.”

“That can’t be true.”

You stop Leo from trampling over the decorations, “Do you have any better advice?”

“No, but who has a gut feeling about Christmas trees?”

He hands you the light to cover your side of the tree, “Literally everyone. You have a gut feeling about everything. You should know.”

“Why would I know?”

“I mean, at work don’t you act on your gut feeling?”

Bucky looks at you annoyed, “No, we can’t go on gut feelings, Y/N. We analyze and go according to the plan.”

You knew he was lying, so you continued to look at him plainly.

“Fine, there’s a bit of that. There can’t be gut feelings for trees Y/N.”

You adjust the lights as Bucky covers the rest of the tree, “I beg to differ. You always have them and your gut feeling leads you to the right direction, mostly.”

“Yeah?”

You nod and hand him the reindeer ornament, “For example, my gut feeling led me to you. I mean, obviously, you being amazing is the main reason but it’s also because I had that feeling that anything with you would be everything I would want and need.”

Bucky’s eyes were glued to you, his smile taking over on his face, “I love you.” Leo sniffs Bucky, “I love you too Leo.”

“If you guys are done, can we please get back to the tree?”

Bucky sighs and starts hanging the ornaments, “She’s always trying to come between us.”

You scoff, “You didn’t even want him Bucky.”

“That’s not true bud. Y/N!”

“You deserve it.”

An hour of fussing later

“We did a stand-up job.”

You were done with the tree. Bucky and you were sitting in front of the tree, admiring the beauty.

“We did. Now, go, get dressed.”

Bucky sighs, “Right now?”

You get up and try to pull him off the floor, “COME ON BUCK!”

Bucky gets up as slow as he can as you throw his clothes at him.

“I need 20. I better see you both camera ready.”

“Waaiit,” Bucky pulls you back, causing you to go back to him, bumping into his chest. 

Bucky’s arm snakes around you waist and your hands automatically loops around his neck. He pulls you closer to him, his face leaning towards yours and his eyes on your lips. Whatever you had to say was stuck in your throat. Bucky closed the distance between to place his soft lips on you. And cue the butterflies. You were always surprised by how it never stopped with him. No matter how familiar you were to him, everything felt like it was one of your first. 

Only Bucky could turn something so soft and nice into a full blown, heavy makeout session. Before it got out of control, you pulled back and walked to your room.

You quickly changed into your clothes and got ready as fast as you can. You did your hair and made your face look as presentable as you could.

“Okay, I’m almost done.” You get the tripod and your phone off the counter, and walk out of the room, “Are you guys-“

Your heart melts when you look at Leo in his matching PJ set. You get on your knees to kiss his nose, “So fucking cuteeeee. I love you so much Leooo.”

“Leo looks good, but he’s a close second.” Bucky kneels down to pet Leo. Both of them in matching PJs was a sight you would hope you would never forget. Your reality had nothing on the vision you had for the Christmas photo.

“Yeah? Who’s first?”

“Me, obviously.”

You laugh, “Obviously. You look handsome Buck.”

“I have nothing on you, doll. Come here,”

Bucky peppers you with kisses, as Leo tries to knock the tree down, “Buck, let’s take the picture. I don’t know how long that tree can’t stand this bully.”

You set the tripod in front of the tree, and angle your camera right.

Bucky pulls Leo away from the tree into his lap, “Bud, you need to calm down. Be good okay?”

You took few test shots to see if you liked it, and you loved the pictures. Bucky and Leo looked so adorable, you knew what your new wallpaper would look like.

“Okay, so we’re all going to be sitting on the ground.”

You crawl back to them, “How should we pose though?” You sit beside Bucky with your hands holding his arm and Leo on his lap, “Maybe like this?” 

You click on the remote to take the picture and crawl back to your camera to look at it. You pout as you look at the picture, “I don’t know. It’s not giving ‘We’re going to have the best Christmas ever!’”

“I have an idea.” 

“Hmm?”

“Crawl back,” You crawl back to him, “Sit between my legs.” You give him a confused look, but he opens his legs for you to sit in between.

“Okay, now hold Leo.” Bucky hands you Leo, “Easy. What are you doing?” you ask.

“Trust me.” 

Just then ‘Christmas (Baby Please Come Home)’ by Darlene Love, plays on the speaker.

“Do you like it?” Bucky asks you. You nod, with no hesitation, “I love it.”

“Gimme the clicker thing.”

You hand him the button, “Are you sure you can work it?”

“Ha ha doll. Now, I want you to sing along and not think about the camera, okay?” You sang along to the music, swaying with Leo, with Bucky joining in on the ‘Christmas’ and ‘Please’ parts.

“I want you to look at the camera,” You look at the camera with Leo snuggled under your chin, “I love you so much Y/N.” Bucky presses the biggest kiss on your cheek, with his arms around your waist.

The song ends and Bucky takes Leo back into his arms, “Go, check if you got it.”

You get your phone and move back, so you could look at the pictures with him. 

“Oh, Buckyyyyyyy, I love THEM!!!” 

It looked so candid and like all of you. Leo snuggled under you, Bucky and you singing your hearts out to each other. You looked exactly how you felt about each other, especially the last one. You knew this one was it. You were going to frame it, forever cherish it.

You pull Bucky to give him the biggest hug, your arms around his neck and your face under his neck, hugging the living shit out of him, “I LOVE YOU SOOO MUCH!”

Bucky laughs, “I love you too doll.”

And that is how you got your new wallpaper. Happy Christmas everyone!!!

[miau-meow-miau]

Who is in control?

[bluesunshine21]

Bucky: Be careful.

Y/n: Always am.

Bucky: I respectfully disagree.

[our-destiny]

Headcanons about what Bucky would be like as a father (or at least a father figure)

There is honestly not enough content about platonic Bucky so I made my own <3 Could be read as you being his biological child or adoptive, readers gender is not mentioned, not sure when this is taking place, and as always this is not well written but whateva we ballin

Bucky as a father would be protective, playful, and very loving.

Bucky is so soft for you, he's very aware that he's dangerous and might scare you or hurt you, his time as the Winter Soldier plays heavy on his mind as we know, so he tries very hard to gentle and approachable.

His love languages with you would be physical touch, quality time and acts of service.

Bucky loves to cuddle with you, and because he can't sleep at night he's become fond of napping with you during the day. Just feeling you near him and hearing your breathing really calms him down, especially because he worries so much about you.

He would be hesitant about touching you, definitely having to build up to full on hugging and cuddling. At first he would refuse to touch you with his metal arm, hiding it behind his back because he was scared he was going to hurt you, or scare you with it.

But after you telling him countless times that you think his metal arm is cool, he eventually lets you have a look at it and starts touching you with it. Though he would more so just let you initiate it and touch it if you wanted to, not really going out of his way to show you affection with it. Though eventually Bucky becomes comfortable with putting his arm around you, especially if you needed comforting.

Bucky likes to spend time with you, too. He loves seeing you happy and hearing you laugh so he does everything in his power to make sure you have a good time. This is also where his playful aspect comes in. You've got him wrapped around your little finger and he will do anything you ask of him, including making a fool of himself. I feel like he would like to do quite active stuff with you, like playing tag or going exploring in a woods or something, but it's honestly up to you. Though he will be hesitant to do tickle fights or play wrestling, but you can definitely convince him.

Acts of service and his protective trait also go hand in hand, he feels like the one thing he's good at is hurting people and fighting, and if he can use that to do some good, he will. He remembers what he learned during his time with Hydra and uses that to protect you. Bucky gets a bit paranoid that Hydra will come for you so he takes your safety very seriously, always checking the locks on the windows and scanning the room when he's out in public with you. He also teaches you some self defense and how to use certain weapons so you can defend yourself if you have to.

It isn't only physically that he protects you, he also tries to keep you protected from all the dark and evil things of the world, especially surrounding Hydra and what they did to him. The most he'll tell you about his past is that he lost his arm in the war, but if you want anymore details you're gonna have to ask someone else. Chances are even if you do ask someone else they won't tell you either, probably because they don't want to make Bucky mad, or they don't want to scare you, or Bucky threatened told them not to tell you.

Bucky wants you to know that he will always take care of you, emotionally and physically. He tries to remember what it was like taking care of Steve back in the 40s, and how he comforted him after his mom died, so he can take care of you too. Of course comfort isn't really his strong suit but he tries, he promises that whenever you need him he will drop everything to make sure you're okay and that he'll never turn his back on you.

Going back to how he teaches you self defense, I feel like Bucky would really like to have someone that he could pass his knowledge onto. Like he would love to teach them different card games that he played back in the 40s or I always imagine him teaching his kid how to do his signature death glare. Just having someone that he can be a sort of mentor to, especially considering how old he is, I think he'd really like that. Or him having a kid that looks up to him and wants to be like him. At first he would be like, "trust me, you don't want to be like me, I'm terrible," but I think eventually, once the kid starts following him around and trying to be like him, he would warm up to the idea and take them under his wing.

I saw someone say that Bucky keeps 2 pairs of his dogs tags on him, one round his neck and one in his boot and I love the thought that Bucky gives you his extra pair of dog tags. He'd especially do this if you look up to him, or if you miss him a lot when he's on missions.

Talking about missions, what happens really depends on when in the timeline we're talking. Usually when he is going on missions he will get someone else to look after you, usually Steve or Sam if Steve's not available. But if this is happening during or after tfatws then I think Bucky might stop going on missions altogether and instead move somewhere out in the country and just live peacefully with you. I think that he would jump at the chance of getting some peace with you and dedicating his time to raising you instead of fighting.

I feel like Bucky and his kid are going to be very similar, so much so that even if he adopted you people with think that you're his biological child. Tony will definitely call you either 'Little Bucky' or 'Bucky Jr' just to tease the both of you.

The rest of the avengers have also become very protective of you as well, though Steve and Sam are definitely the ones that you're closest to and are around the most. It might even be that you see them as father figures, too, so now you have three dads.

Over all Bucky's very sweet and he will do anything for you, even if he is a bit hesitant at first.

[simplyholl]

A Night With The Winter Soldier

Summary: You’re sent to be Hydra’s test subject for a new serum.

Pairing: F. Reader x Winter Soldier Bucky

Warnings: Smut. 18+ Only. Minors DNI. Dark Bucky. Non con. Oral. Unprotected sex.

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A/N: I know I don’t usually write for Bucky, but this idea has been stuck in my head for a long time. I’m just tagging my regular tag list, if you’re not into dark fics, please skip! ❤️

Fucked. That’s what you were or at least what you were going to be. You shake your head as you cover your skimpy lingerie with the matching robe your mother gave to you.

Your father is the head scientist for Hydra. He had been working on this experiment for years. He had created a serum that would cause Super Soldiers to want to reproduce. The end result would be a perfect Super Soldier baby. He finally perfected it. Who could be a better test subject than his daughter?

You begged him. You pleaded and cried. It was unfair to expect this of you. But he didn’t care how you felt. He said it was your duty to do as you were told. You didn’t want to make Hydra upset with your family, did you? You knew the horrors that awaited you if you refused. Your best friend, Lilly and her whole family disappeared three years ago when her father refused a command from Hydra. They were brutal and cruel. Sadly, you were used to it.

Hydra came first. Before yourself, before your family, your loyalty had to be unwavering. You knew it wasn’t really your father who had suggested it be you. Your mother told you it was one of the higher ups. He had seen you in your new sundress a few weeks ago and thought you would be perfect to carry the first Super Soldier baby.

It made you sick. How could they do this? You didn’t want to know what would happen if you refused. “At least, he is the strongest Super Soldier. This baby’s genes will be impeccable with the both of you for parents.” Your mother reassured you, as if it would help you feel better.

You weren’t naive. You and the baby would be monitored from the moment you got pregnant. As soon as you gave birth, the child would be ripped from your arms and watched closely. It wouldn’t really be yours.

You take the elevator to the thirteenth floor, heart racing wildly. You were scared. You had seen the Super Soldiers behind glass doors where you were protected from them. Now, you were being offered on a silver platter to the biggest baddest one, like a worm on a hook waiting for a fish to jump after them.

Two guards stand outside the door to the windowless room. Their eyes roam over your barely covered body. They smirk at you as they type in the code to let you in. “Good luck, princess. You’re going to need it.” They evilly laugh as the door opens. Slowly, you walk in, your breath catching in your throat as you hear the steel door bang tightly shut behind you.

The room is dimly lit. A leather chair in one corner, a bed pressed against the wall, there’s a table with a half worked puzzle on it. It was so dreary, your heart aches for the poor guy that called this room home. You walk over to the table, running your hand over the puzzle. That’s when you feel it. Even though you couldn’t see him, you’re not alone. He’s in here with you, hid in the dark corners somewhere. You turn around to find him staring at you.

The Winter Soldier, Bucky Barnes, you had demanded to know his name before you did this. His dark hair hung in waves by his cheeks, his cold blue eyes focused on your body. He was beautiful. You weren’t used to seeing him without the black mask he usually wore. He was shirtless, his silver, metal arm catching your attention. You studied it. The way it looks like it was forcefully put on, the red star on his shoulder. He was always silent, brooding in the shadows. You had never been this close to him.

You reach for his face, wanting to feel him before all this started. His metal arm stops you, cold hand wrapping around your wrist. You squeak when he twists your arm behind your back, walking you toward the table.

He presses you against it, you feel his erection threatening to burst out of his black pants. One swipe of his free hand knocks the puzzle to the floor. Colorful pieces scatter all around you. He lifts you on top of the table, the cold surface making you gasp when your bare legs land on it.

Bucky holds you with his metal arm, the other one makes quick work of your flimsy robe. He grabs your breast through the thin fabric of your lingerie. You squirm under his touch as he pinches your nipple through the lace.

“You don’t know how bad I need this. Been a long time since I’ve had a pretty girl like you in my bed.” You’re shocked when he speaks to you. You had been warned that he wouldn’t talk to you at all. He takes a step back to look at you, zeroing in on your panties.

He pushes your back to the wall, commanding you to stay there. You obey, you didn’t want to upset him and make this worse for yourself. He holds your top in one hand, jerking the material. The sound of it’s ripping, startling you. He was crazy strong. The thought of being manhandled by him sounded better by the second.

Next was your panties, he stripped you of them quickly, pulling you by your legs to the edge of the table. He got on his knees before you, shoving his face to your core. He licks one fat stripe up your center, moaning as he tastes you. He swirls his tongue across your clit, you buck your hips up to get closer.

Bucky pushes you down with his metal arm, ensuring that you wouldn’t be able to move. You accept your fate, laying back as he laps at you. He fucks you with his tongue, his nose rubbing expertly against your sensitive nub. The band tightly wound in your stomach snaps as he drags his wicked tongue across your clit, sucking you between his lips. He doesn’t hold back his moans as your arousal floods his face.

When he emerges, his face is glistening because of you. He wipes it off with the back of his flesh hand. Bucky jerks you off the table, pointing to the cold, cement ground. “On your knees.” You sink down in front of him as he sheds his pants. You’re surprised he hadn’t already taken them off.

You shift on your knees, trying to get comfortable. He could at least offer you a pillow to kneel on or something. You look around, and spot the only one on his bed. You’re about to ask for it, when he pulls your hair roughly, jerking your head toward his throbbing cock. It was huge. The kind of big that would hurt. You open your mouth, trying to take all of him inside.

You choke and gag, spit dribbling down your chin onto your breasts as you struggle. He looks down at you, hand still tangled in your hair. Your jaw aches already and he’s just getting started. He thrusts his hips forward, pushing your head down simultaneously. Tears fill your eyes as he hits the back of your throat. You can’t help the sob that escapes you as he pulls out, only to forcefully push his way back in.

His thumbs follow the tears on your cheeks, your mascara pooling under your eyes making you look like a raccoon. “You look so pretty when you cry.” He coos, while looking at you adoringly. He thrusts three more times, your nails dig into his thighs, a silent plea to stop. He finally pulls out, collecting you from the floor and gently placing you on his bed.

He places one leg over his shoulder, lining himself up at your entrance. He pushes inside and it’s too much. “It’s- you’re too big.” You explain. Bucky moves your other leg, spreading you wider. “You’re gonna take all of it.” He grunts, wedging himself inside you, bottoming out with one thrust. He ignores your pained scream, leaning down to lick your fresh tears.

“So tight. So perfect. Just for me.” He praises in your ear. Finally, the pain subsides. Bucky feels incredible, his thick cock dragging against the spot that makes your head swim. A gush of arousal soaks him as he swirls his metal thumb in circles on your clit.

“Look at you, such a good girl, dripping all over my cock.” You moan, clenching around him, your long nails clawing his back, drawing blood as your second orgasm rips through you. His thrusts grow sloppy as you feel him go still inside you. His hot cum, drips down your legs as he withdraws himself from you.

Bucky swipes it with his index finger, rubbing it with his thumb. He brings it to your lips, you swirl your tongue around his long digit, loving the way he tastes. You’re caught off guard when his icy, metal hand collects as much cum as he can, stuffing it back inside you.

You twitch, trying to pull away from the cold hand on your heat. “Ah ah ah.” He scolds. He presses his cool thumb to your clit, toying with the oversensitive pearl. “You have to take every drop.” When he’s satisfied with his work, he makes you lay on your back so it doesn’t drip back out.

You close your eyes, the sweet promise of sleep taking over you. You are almost in dream land when you feel the familiar nudge of Bucky’s cock at your sore center. “What are you doing?” You ask, too tired to fight him. “I’m not finished with you yet, doll.” He smiles wickedly, snapping his hips to fill you again.

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[thewintersoldier111]

Beefy Bucky... I think yes.

[ninazadzia]

a truly wonderful Bucklena edit xo

[beep-cares]

i am actually SO sick of people making these like "pov you're the red rooms best widow" or "youre working with the winter soldier" playlists and its just fucking like bad blood by taylor swift and fucking katy perry like okay we get it you think all that torture and trauma is sexy and cool like no being a widow or an asset would not be sexy and fun its literally being forced to kill and being tortured like stfu and stop minimizing bucky and natashas trauma.

if you want to make and cool and fun playlist about your favorite characters and movies, DONT MAKE IT MINIMIZE THE LITERAL MIND CONTROL AND TORTURE OF/IN THESE CHARACTERS/MOVIES FFS

[fatbiatchforever]

Out of time

It's been a few days since you felt it. Something was off.

It was a recurring thought that things were different. 

"Do you want to go and get something to eat?" 

You were on a call with him, which was turning out to be a task in itself.

You wait for something to indicate there was another person on the call.

"Okay. Cool. Always a pleasure talking to you," You huffed and ended the call. 

You hated this. HATED!

You didn't know what was wrong and it was eating you alive. Bucky was acting like he didn't care.

The first few days you thought maybe he wasn't feeling good or something, so you let it be. But now, you couldn't ignore it anymore.

You picked up takeout for both of you and headed back. You didn't know if you would find him at home, but incase if he was there.

You pondered different reasons he could be mad about but honestly you haven't done anything.

You stepped inside and closed the door behind you. You walked to the living room hoping you would find him there but you didn't.

You unlocked your phone,

I got food. When are you coming home?

You hesitated before clicking send.

"Fuck! It's sad in here."

You blasted your playlist and jumped in the shower.

Every minute that passed felt like forever. You waited for him for two hours. No texts, call or him.

You ended up eating your dinner and jumping in bed for your last source of comfort. 

After an hour, you dozed off until you felt the bed move. You waited for him to settle. It's not like you knew what to say. You didn't even know if you wanted to talk to him.

But that sacred you. The silence game was something Bucky had mastered. If you didn't bother, this could go on forever. You didn't want that for sure.

"Maybe text me so I don't wait for you."

"I forgot."

"That's convenient." You uttered under your breath.

"Y/N, not now."

You pulled the blanket off you and sat straight, "When?"

"What?" 

His tone clearly was annoyed but you couldn't have cared less.

"Tell me when. When can I voice my problems and know you're listening to me?"

"Just not now."

You tried your best this whole time to not let that thought cross you, but he was making it really difficult.

"Are you done with me?"

You gulped. Your eyes watered when he didn't answer.

You got out of the bed and opened your closet to grab a sweatshirt.

"What are you doing?"

"Leaving. That's what you want right? For me to leave. Fine! I'll leave."

You pulled the shirt over you and switched the lights on.

Bucky had his back against the head rest. His eyes focused on his hands. 

"You could have just told me."

He looked at you. For a second before he looked away to growl, "I'm not going to run behind you."

You laughed. It definitely caught him off guard.

"That says enough about this relationship. If you were to walk out of this house, I would do anything I can for another chance, to make it up to you and work on it. Clearly this relationship isn't worth all of that to you. Fuck, clearly I'm not worth anything to you."

You paced around the room.

"Let's not make it sound like I'm being unreasonable. I'm freaking out after days of this treatment. And I've tried to make peace but you refuse to cooperate in anyway."

You stand in front of the bed. What came next out of your mouth was you begging, "Tell me what's wrong. Please."

"I- I don't know. I don't think I'll be happy with you."

You took a deep breathe and nodded.

"Okay."

You swatted the tear that fell on your cheek, "Okay. I get it."

You grabbed your purse and walked out of the room. You don't think you could have him in your sight without breaking down. You didn't bother grabbing the keys. 

There's no coming back.

Bucky and Y/N.