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buckrecs · 1 year
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been enjoying and loving the recs I find in here! do you have any along the lines of reader being part of Hydra('s projects)?
ex: reader being a WS/enhanced, agent, or assassin for hydra?
Hydra Experiment Reader
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Lost & Found by @rassvetsky
it takes one brainwashed soldier to find another.
Soldat and Sparow Universe by @navybrat817
Your fire burns for the Winter Soldier. And one day, you’ll be free. Both of you.
in loosing grip, on sinking ships by @mellowsaturns
when the avengers pick up unusual activity, they realize that not all of hydra was destroyed. one unidentifiable face sends the team into a frenzy but bucky knows it. he could recognize those eyes anywhere.
Kills and Kisses by @lizatill
He comes back to save you from Hydra, he can’t leave you behind. You are linked deeply through the wounds of the past you share - hanging by a string, loosely holding each other from collapsing.
Tears of an Angel by @theeleggymeggy
You’ve been trapped at HYDRA for god knows how long, until the cell next to yours gets someone new. Who is this man, and why is he comforting you? He doesn’t even know you.
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ghost of you by @gogolucky13
Bucky has worked hard to come to terms with his past and enjoy the new life he’s been given. But his mind is still plagued by nightmares of what he’s done and by the face of an unknown woman. What happens when the team is tasked with recovering another Winter Solider, causing Bucky’s past and present to collide in the form of the woman from his dreams?
Cержант by @waiting4inspiration
After returning from a mission, you meet the new man in the compound. Only, it’s not exactly the friendliest because you both know each other as being part of HYDRA
Nightmare by @petertingle-yipyip
You were only in New York for a recon mission. Seek out and assess the threat. But when you get distracted by a handsome soldier, plans change.
lâcher prise by @aescapisms
Bucky Barnes had always tried to fill out the missing pieces in his memories, always tried to figure out the person before he became the Winter Soldier. And everything was going well until you joined the team.
Krasavchik by @after-avenging-hours
While under orders from Karpov to test the Soldat’s loyalties to Hydra, you find yourself questioning your own loyalties.
Stars In Your Eyes by @m4tthewmurd0ck
Life was definitely not what you thought it’d be. Not long after Thanos wiped out half of the population, you were kidnapped. They called themselves New Hydra (sooo clever, right?), the group consisted of about only 25 men, but their goal was clear: they wanted to make newer and better Winter Soldier’s.
Obey by @waiting4inspiration
An assassin is brought in by Fury because he thinks she has a connection to HYDRA. Bucky recognizes her and knows how to handle the programming installed in her mind (much like his Winter Soldier programming). Things become challenging now that he is her new Commander and has the responsibility to look after and protect her from HYDRA.
The Watching Hawk by @heliads
Bucky Barnes is constantly haunted by his past, but the memories of his days as a Winter Soldier will come into a new light in the form of the Watching Hawk, his old HYDRA partner. Will he be able to trust her, and will she be able to move on from his mistakes?
Forgotten Love by @thundering-barnes
You’re new to the Avengers. In joining the team, there’s a lot that no one yet knows about you. And there’s some unusual tension between you and a certain brunet. Under a pseudonym and with completely fresh start, and background, you hope for a chance at a new life. A better life. But how long will it last before someone figures out the life you’ve hidden away?
Quiet by @nastybuckybarnes
Steve Rogers makes an accidental discovery while on a simple hydra base raid. You. He brings you back to the Avengers Tower where they all try to figure you out. Your… interesting way of communicating makes that especially hard. Until one super-soldier proves otherwise.
Running From the Past by @green-eyeddragonfanfiction
Reader is a mutant who was experimented on by HYDRA. Due to her unique powers, she escapes without being seen when the Avengers attack the Hydra compound she’s been kept in for the last 5 years of her life. Her mutations and Hydra experiments allow her to blend in with her surroundings and change her appearance in minor ways, though the changes are only temporary. She’s now on the run, avoiding both Hydra and SHIELD.
Winter Makes Ice by @subwaysurf45
you’re captured after a brawl at the Avengers building, Bucky and others must save you before Hydra makes a new Winter Soldier out of you, Bucky has given up that title.
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The reader was a nurse back in the 40’s with Bucky and Steve; her and Bucky were together. After Bucky’s death, she is captured, given the serum, turning both her and Bucky into Winter Soldiers. But the one thing that cannot be erased is their memories of each other and how important they are to each other.
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After returning from a mission, you meet the new man in the compound. Only, it’s not exactly the friendliest because you both know each other as being part of HYDRA
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marvelflame2010 · 1 year
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Y/n walking into the kitchen with a bloody dagger: Did you guys know that when you get stabbed, you also get a dagger in return?
Steve cautiously: Y/n...is that YOUR blood on the dagger?
Y/n: Yep. *twirls blade* Don't worry, I stabbed the bad guy back.
Wanda: Do you need to go the medbay?
Y/n: No. I stitched up the wound. I'll be fine.
Bucky entering the room: Hey guys. *looks at Y/n and the blade*
Bucky: Doll
Y/n: Yeah, babe?
Bucky: Did you get stabbed?
Y/n: I stitched up the wound, plus the serum will help it heal. I'll be fine!
Bucky slapping his hand on his face: You are the reason I worry
Y/n: Is that a bad thing?
Bucky: Does a pig have a curly tail?
Y/n: ...I'll take that as a yes
Bucky: Good. Do that
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firegal19 · 1 year
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Yelena: You know Kate Bishop, Bucky gives flowers to Y/n. We should start doing that
Kate: Ok babe
*The next day*
Kate: *gives flowers to Y/n*
Y/n: 🤨
Kate: I don’t know, I’m just as confused as you are
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eat-limes-bitches · 1 year
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Do You Notice
PAIRING: Female Avenger! Reader x  Bucky Barnes
SUMMARY: When a mission goes wrong and Y/N ends up in the hospital, feelings are revealed and healing begins.
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WARNINGS: Angst, Fluff, Blood, Violence, Mentions of injury (gun shot wounds), Worried! Bucky, Soft! Bucky
Word Count:  1783 (she got away from me a little bit.)
A/N: I heard this song on the way home from PT and was like OMG I need a soft Bucky confessing like this but I also want some angst in ma life so here is this. It might be a lil chaotic but alas so is my mind.
Words in italics are song lyrics.
Enjoy! <3
Dividers by Rookthorne
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(omg stop he looks so stressed. Honey are you ok?)
          Everything was going smoothly… Too smoothly for her liking. She crept down the hall of the HYDRA base, thumb drive in hand. The base was under-guarded when she and Sam had arrived, a welcomed surprise but the further she went along with the mission the weirder things got. No guards in the files room, no patrols, no nothing. Just silence.  “~Phoenix, come in. Everything ok with you girly?~” Sam’s voice in her ear caused her to jump, listening so hard to the silence the routine check in surprised her. “~Yeah, everything’s fine… a little too fine if you know what I mean.” She peaked around a corner as Sam chuckled, “Eh, I’m sure everything’s fine. Let's just get the he- SHIT! I’M BEIN’ AMBUSHED!” Sam squawked in the comms causing her to rush to his location to assist.
                  When she arrived, there were at least 20 guys all piling it on Sam with three on his back, causing him to struggle. She seamlessly came in and took out the three trailers and pushed her back up against Sam’s so that no one could sneak up on them. “I told you things were going too well!” She shouted over the gunfire surrounding them. “Now is really not the time for I told you so’s!!” Sam grunted in reply as he sucker punched one of the guys, sending him to the ground. Slowly but surely, the pair seemed to get everything under control, when the last guy dropped and just as they were going to high-tail it outta there, she saw an agent aiming for Sam.
                 Her heart stopped and time seemed to slow. Without a second thought, she launched herself at Sam, successfully moving him out of the way, but in the process taking the bullet for him. “SHIT, Y/N!” Sam roared as she hit the ground. He quickly spun and shot the hidden agent and flipped her over, observing the alarming amount of blood that was pouring out of the wound. The bullet had entered about three inches below her left breast, meaning it definitely punctured the lung. “Shit, h-hey! Stay with me girl!” Sam said as he started to pick her up and run for the exit. “Goddamn it.” She groaned as the world started to go fuzzy around her, “I told Bucky that I’d meet him for coffee”. Sam shook his head, remembering how his friend said that he was going to confess to the girl that was now bleeding out in his arms. “And you will, y-you worry too much.” Sam replied, kicking open the door. “It kinda sucks, I’ll never tell ‘im how I really feel about him Sammy.” She said as her heavy eyelids began to droop close. “H-hey no, don’t close your eyes on me!” Sam shouted as he shook her a little, approaching the jet. She groaned again and registered Sam talking to her, but his voice was so far away, like he was underwater. “Sammy, you gotta tell him for me, please do it for me Sammy.” Y/N blinked a few times trying to focus her vision on her good friend who was placing her on the ground and speaking to her but when she blinked, her eyes refused to open again.
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                  Bucky stood by the entrance to the hangar deck, waiting for Sam and Y/N to come back from their mission. He finally plucked up the courage to tell her that he loved her and was on his way to tell her when she was called out on this last minute mission so he had settled to wait till she got back. So instead when he saw her, he told her that he would be waiting for her when she got back. Running over the words of his confession in his head, he was snapped out of it by the med crew running by him with a gurney. Bucky froze and felt his heart begin to race. He pushed off the wall and ran after the crew onto the deck to see that the jet had just landed and they were placing her on the gurney. Bucky’s feet froze to the floor, his heart stopping and falling to the pit of his stomach as he watched them rush her away to the med bay. He was so shocked that he didn’t register that Sam was calling to him until he placed his hand on his shoulder. 
                 “Bucky! ‘C'mon we gotta go!” Sam ushered, as he shoved Bucky back towards the building. This seemed to snap him out of his dazed state and to start running after Sam. “What the hell happened out there?!” Bucky shouted as the pair rushed to the elevator. Once inside, Sam replied, “got ambushed on our way out, one sneaky bastard tried to shoot me but Y/N jumped in front of the shot.” Bucky let out a shaky sigh and clenched his jaw, that was typical Y/N fashion, always trying to be the hero. 
                After what felt like eternity, the elevator door opened to reveal the med deck and the pair rushed out of the elevator into the med bay where they were met by Doctor Cho who just held out her hand causing the two boys to skid to a halt in front of her. “She’s in surgery right now. The bullet pierced her left lung causing it to collapse, and the damage is pretty significant, but luckily it was a clean through and through so we should be able to close everything up just fine, but things are gonna be touch and go for a few hours yet.” Cho said, seeming to read the questions on their lips before a breath was even taken to speak them. “Now Wilson, come over here so I can check you over. Barnes, sit in that chair over there, Bruce will be out once everything is done to talk to you.” The pair shared a look before doing as they were told, Sam moving to the room down the hall and Bucky plopping himself in a chair, waiting for any word that she would be ok.
              Bucky didn’t know how much time had passed or when he fell asleep, but a hand on his shoulder snapped him into consciousness, looking to see Bruce watching him with a tired look on his face. Bucky was on his feet in an instant. “How is she?” Bruce smiled and removed his hand from his shoulder. “She’ll be fine. Off missions for a few months, but fine. She should be waking up right about now if you want to go see he-” Bucky didn’t need to hear the rest of the sentence before he was racing down the hallway and into her room where he saw her leaning back on the bed with her eyes closed. Oxygen was flowing through the tubes on her face and the steady beeping from the heart monitor let him know that she was ok, she was alive.
             He took a deep breath before closing the door, the sound of the lock clicking causing her eyes to flutter open and meet Bucky's. “Hey Buck,” She croaked out as he marched across the room till he was standing next to her bed. He clenched and unclenched his jaw as he ran his eyes over her face. “What the hell were you thinkin’?” Bucky whispered, afraid that if he spoke any louder his voice would break. “Buck-” He shook his head, cutting her off, “Do you realize what you dying would have done to me? Did you think about that before you made the decision to play the hero?” Y/N closed her eyes and let out a deep sigh as she listened to his words. “I didn’t have a choice, Buck. If the shot hit Sam, he’d be dead right now.”  Bucky took a shuddery breath and shook his head. “I-I’m sorry, doll. I-I was just scared.” He pulled one of the chairs up next to the bed before he sat down before taking her hand. “I, I need to ask you somethin’.” He spoke softly as he brought his eyes to meet her gaze which looked at him full of questions. 
            “When you sleep, do you dream of me? A-and when you're awake, do you think of me?” His words caught her off guard, there was no way that he knew how she felt, she made sure to keep that well hidden. “W-where is this coming from?” She asked, but Bucky ignored her question and continued speaking, “'Cause baby, when I sleep, I dream of you, and when I'm awake, that's all I do. Thinkin’ about every detail you have.” Bucky let go of her hand and stood up, beginning to nervously pace the floor as he spoke, “Do you notice when I get mad, I clench my jaw?  O-or do you notice when I get sad, I tend to fall over my words?” Bucky stopped and she opened her mouth to say yes, she knew all of these things but he beat her to it, “'Cause I notice when you get mad you close your eyes. And I notice when you are sad you let out sighs. I need to know, are those sighs ever over me?” Bucky stopped pacing and took her hand once again. “Do you know how in love with you I am?” He took the hand that he was holding  and placed it over his racing heart, “Do you see how in love with you I am?” 
                He blinked a few times, and willed himself to meet her gaze and sucked in a sharp breath when he saw the adoration pooling in them as she looked at him. “Oh you silly man,” She whispered as she sniffled softly, “I see all of those things and more.” Bucky was hanging onto every word she said, “You are my first and last thought every day, you were my last thought before I blacked out and the first one when I woke up again. Mostly, how you were gonna be pissed at me.” She chuckled and moved her hand from his chest to the side of his face, smiling as he nuzzled into her touch. “I’m so crazy in love with you, it’s not even funny.” She whispered. Bucky placed his larger hand over hers turning his face to press a kiss to her palm. “Does that mean you’re mine?” He asked, locking eyes with her. She shook her head with a smile, “Of course you dummy, so long as you promise to take me out once I get outta here.” Bucky let out a laugh and kissed her palm again. “It’s a deal.” 
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notafunkiller · 1 month
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she chose me
Summary: Steve's hopes get crushed when he wrongly assumes you'd choose him over Bucky.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x agent!female reader
Warnings: 18+, no condom (but f is on birth control), teasing, pet names, jealousy, sergeant + sir + daddy kìnk, vibranium arm kìnk, language, degrading, praising, no mention of y/n etc.
Word Count: 6.9K
Bucky Barnes masterlist
A/N: I really hope you’ll enjoy it! This was inspired by the "She chose me." TikTok trend.
Please, do not repost or translate without my permission!
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You’re all quiet, watching the back and forth between Cap and Bucky. Not even Sam intervenes.
“You didn’t-”
“This is just not gonna work, Buck.”
Bucky rolls his eyes, with an expression you like to describe as bitchy. He’s so sassy without even intending to, and you wonder how bitchier he’d be if this wasn’t his best friend talking.
“Let’s see if people agree.”
He looks around waving at you and the rest of the team while Sam just snorts, covering his mouth with his hand.
But you’re not amused because you have no idea how to handle this diplomatically.
“Whose side are you on?” Steve’s tone is deep and authoritative, making you feel a little uneasy.
You don’t know how to talk to Avengers sometimes. You are on friendly terms, even when you train. Sam always cracks jokes, Steve shares stories and gives advice, and Bucky is Bucky. Nat and Sam call him The Machine for a reason. But he’s a really good professor and an even better observer. He pays attention to every recruit and remembers what they need to work on. You find him extra intimidating because he’s also the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen. No exaggeration. And it’s not in the usual clean and golden boy way you are used to, anyway. He’s been through shit and it’s showing in the way he carries himself and doesn’t talk much when it’s not needed.
But you pay attention too, and this is why you think you were chosen to lead the recruits for this mission. You are on good terms with the Avengers, and Bucky probably approved the idea of working with you because you didn’t piss him off like most do. You know he hates chit chat, you learned how to read most of his stares and to not take it personally when he makes remarks about your fighting skills. They’re not your strongest asset, but you have a flair and you come up with the best solutions under pressure. You managed to pin him down once for a few seconds, and that is probably your greatest achievement.
But in moments like this, you don’t know how to say things without upsetting one side.
“You won’t get in trouble, don’t worry,” Bucky adds confidently. You’re not surprised when four out of your six colleagues agree with Bucky. They explain quickly why, emphasizing how much faster and efficient it would be if you followed that route, but their voices are still trembling. And you get it. Telling Captain America to his face you prefer his best friend’s plan over his will always be a risk. But if he gets mad, that says more about him as a leader than about anyone else.
Sam raises his hands in the air defensively, probably enjoying this as a show, but based on the looks he shares with Bucky, it seems like he agrees with him too.
You try to find your words, knowing you’re the last one from your team to speak, but before you can even open your mouth, Steve already smiles, pointing at you with his index finger. “Look at this, though! She agrees with me… She chose me.”
His grin is cold and a little arrogant. What you don’t notice, though, is the intention Steve had when he decided to use those exact words, but Bucky does. And he clenches his jaw at the same time his vibranium hand curls into a fist; a silent response to the not-so-innocent assumption that Steve made.
After a few seconds, Bucky leans in, his gaze steady and confident. “Did she?”
There is no way you would pick Steve’s plan. You are too smart and you have too much integrity to pick his side just to kiss his ass. He raises an eyebrow at you this time, a confident smirk forming on his lips. “Did you really choose him? You really think his plan would work better, doll?”
You feel surrounded by Bucky… attacked even. Your cheeks are getting hotter, too, and you know there is nothing you can do to hide your redness. Doll… He called you that when he turned you again on your back the day you managed to pin him down. It’s something about the way he says it that makes it absolutely deadly. Your first instinct was to be offended, but you reminded yourself he is a man born in 1917. He lived his twenties in the 40s, and doll was used as slang for sweetheart.
Taking a deep breath, you tilt your head slightly, directing your response to Steve. “It’s not about choosing sides, but considering all perspectives for the best outcome. And your plan, Captain, has its strengths, but I’m inclined to agree with Sergeant Bucky.” You bite your lip. “It’s about finding the most effective strategy for the mission, not a personal preference of any kind.”
Steve’s smile falls off, but your attention shifts back to Bucky’s grin that lightens up his face.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
“Well, then,” Steve sighs. “Can I have a word with you in private?”
You don’t realize he’s speaking to you until he says your name.
Surprised, you jump. “Yes, of course.”
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Steve leans back in his chair, a slight smile playing on his lips as you write down the last details. “You know, I value your insights on the mission.”
You look surprised because how can he value your opinion when this is your second mission only? He’s Captain America!
“Oh?”
“I trust your judgment, and your training is going great. If you and the team chose Bucky’s plan, then we do it.” You see his jaw clench, though, so you know it’s not easy for him to say it. Even if it’s his friend… interesting. “Maybe, when all is over, we could grab a cup of coffee and talk about other things. What do you think?”
You’re silent for a couple of seconds, trying to realize if he means it in the way you think he is. There is no way, right?
Just in case, you offer him a friendly smile, “Thanks, Cap! I value our teamwork too. Coffee sounds great after. It could be a good way for all of us to unwind as a team.”
He nods, sighing. “I’m glad you’re on board. I’m looking forward to that coffee, even if it’s with the whole team. And please, call me Steve.”
So he was flirting…
“Thank you,” you pause as you stand up. “I’m gonna talk with Sergeant Barnes so we can get things ready for tomorrow. Have a good night, Steve!”
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You knock only three times before the door opens and a Bucky dressed in shorts and a white tank top lets you in with a smirk.
“Sergeant Barnes,” you nod as you take a step inside his bedroom. He only stays here before and after missions when he is too tired to go to his apartment, so you don’t expect to see any personal objects there except for a few clothes.
“What happened to Bucky?”
You look at him surprised, tightening your hold on the tablet you are holding.
What?
“Sir?”
Bucky closes his eyes for a second. “Earlier, during the meeting, you called me Sergeant Bucky.”
Shit!
Maybe you should start calling him Sergeant Barnes in your head as well to avoid these fucks up. You feel so embarrassed that you want to disappear. You don’t want him to think you disrespect him in any way. His rank carries a lot of weight and trauma.
You clear your throat, slightly flustered. “My apologies, Sergeant Barnes. It won’t happen again, sir.” You offer him an apologetic smile while trying very hard to maintain a professional tone.
Bucky’s smirk softens as he places his flesh hand on your shoulder. You feel your legs transforming into jelly.
“My point was, doll, there is no need to be so formal. We’re off-duty here, and titles aren’t necessary. Just call me Bucky.”
“Alright, Bucky,” you smile. “I’m sorry for bothering you, but I came to discuss the plan for tomorrow. I talked to Steve and we agreed it would be wise for you to lead the way as Mr. Wilson-”
“Steve?” Bucky interrupts before you can finish your sentence. He doesn’t even bother to look at your tablet, either.
“Yes, we talked in the office.”
“No, I get that. But you call him Steve? What happened to Cap?” Bucky knows that might sound really childish, but he can’t help it. What is Steve trying to do?
Was it some kind of test? Did you misunderstand everything with Steve?
“Oh, Cap allowed me to call him Steve earlier. I am sorry if it sounded disrespectful.”
He squeezes your shoulder even before moving his hand to your chin, raising your face, and you feel yourself blushing again.
The blue of his eyes is so intense that you can’t see how anyone would be able to survive it.
“You apologize too much, doll. I don’t like it.”
You can’t breathe. “Sor-” You pause, realizing he is right. Apologizing is second nature to you. It feels wrong when you don’t, and you do it without even thinking about it. “I guess I do that a lot. I’ll work on it, Bucky.”
“I’m not your teacher right now, doll.” He smiles, letting go of your chin. “Just remember, we’re not all about formalities here. Relax a bit.”
Easier said than done. But you need to keep it together and ignore the urge to grab his face and finally kiss him. So you focus on talking about the mission and the members of the team. You talk about all of your colleagues, and Bucky helps you take notes. He switched so easily from friendly to the sergeant mode, which is fascinating.
He explains step by step your positions, the way things are gonna happen and even two back up plans. Two!
You’re not overwhelmed by the amount of information, but you’re quite surprised by how much he talks and how well he answers every possible question any of you could have. You don’t think you’ve ever heard him speak for more than a few seconds continuously so you try to focus on every word.
Only when he finishes and you close your tablet after sending everyone the plan, do you see him relaxing again.
With a smirk, he asks you, “How did Steve take it?”
“He was fine with the plan, even suggested if we feel like doing it, to get one or two more members. But based on what you said, we won’t need it.”
“He has a point, of course, but if you said you don’t think you need it, good.” You try not to stare at his lips as he speaks, but it’s so hard. “And I meant how he took that you chose my plan. That you chose me.”
You meet Bucky’s gaze, trying to keep your composure, “Steve seemed more than okay with it from what I saw. He values the team’s decision. Plus, it’s not about choosing sides, and-”
“And not a personal preference of any kind,” he interrupts just to quote you, and you don’t know if you should feel flattered he remembers word by word or to prepare yourself for a negative reaction. To be honest, your head is spinning and him being so close makes it worse. “I heard you very well, but I’m curious…”
He extends his hand and carefully tucks your hair behind your ears. You swear you can hear your own heartbeat going crazy. And if you do, so does he.
“About what?”
“Would the answer be different if it was about personal preferences, doll? Would you choose him?”
You freeze. You are simply in shock because this cannot happen to you. From Steve asking you out earlier to your crush basically doing this. You’re confused and a little tired, but you didn’t imagine all of this. Does Bucky want you? Is that it?
You take a deep breath praying you won’t choke on the words. “In a hypothetical scenario based on personal preferences, Bucky, I would still not pick him.”
Your voice is trembling, but you maintain eye contact even after admitting it. You didn’t choose Bucky’s plan because of your crush, so you shouldn’t feel embarrassed or exposed. He’s the one who let you call him Bucky, who touched you and asked you that. You don’t know if he counts romance as a personal preference, but there is an urge inside you to find out. You wonder how he’d taste, if he’d kiss you back if you kissed him first, how your mission would be if you crossed the line. Your thoughts are foggy.
“So you’d choose me.”
You clear your throat. “Yes.”
“Over Captain America.” His grin is so boyish and cute that it makes you smile. He looks younger and less… burdened when he gets like this. Bucky chuckles, a mischievous glint in his eyes, “Well, well, well. Looks like I got someone not kissing Captain America’s ass for a change. That’s really rare. You’re a naughty one, aren’t you?”
You mask your gasp with a cough, deciding to play along, a sly grin forming on your face. “Maybe I just have a thing for underdogs.”
Bucky’s eyes light up with amusement to your annoyance but also excitement, and he leans in, taking the tablet from your hand and placing it on the floor without a care. “Underdogs, huh? Ouch, that hurt a little. I thought I was your favorite super-soldier.”
You can’t help but giggle, feeling enough encouragement from his reaction to touch his vibranium arm just to feel it. You got the chance to do it only for a couple of seconds and it always fascinated you, especially the golden pattern. The fact he can feel everything because it’s connected to his nerves is insane to you. It probably is to him too. “Oh, you are. And my favorite teacher too. But a little competition never hurts, Sergeant Barnes.”
You can see he feigns offense. “Competition, huh?” Bucky’s playfulness turns into a serious tone as he adds, “Well, let me show you why I’m the only choice.”
And without warning, he closes the distance between you and kisses you.
You gasp, taken aback, but you bring your hands to his face and hip before you deepen the kiss. He’s not as gentle as you expected, his left arm flying to your ass and bringing your hips closer to his immediately.
You moan when you feel his hard on so close to your pussy, and tug on his hair a little.
“Aren’t you a naughty girl?” He lowers his lips to your jaw. “I could basically smell how wet you got earlier as soon as I called you doll. And so did Steve.”
You want to open your eyes and tell him to stop talking about his friend. You don’t want to be turned off, but he already continues.
“He thought he stood a chance with my girl.”
“Your girl?” You whimper when his teeth graze your neck before his tongue licks on the spot. He intends to leave a mark, you have no doubt, and you absolutely love it.
“Mine.” His whisper makes you shiver. “I want to mark you. The thought of having you covered in hickeys during the mission makes me so hard it almost hurts. Gonna show everyone you belong to me.”
“Do I belong to you, Sergeant Barnes?” You take a step back but let your hand linger on his chest teasingly. “Because I don’t remember you asking me to dinner.”
Bucky grins. “Dinner is a classic move, and I adapted very well to the present. But of course I can stop with the kisses right now, and we can have some late dinner.”
You roll your eyes at his unbelievably good answer. Fucker!
“This is not what I meant, Barnes, and you know it.”
“I don’t know it. But I want to know something else.”
You don’t even doubt he means something dirty because it’s too obvious.
“Like what?”
“Like how your pretty pussy tastes while you come all over my face.”
You gasp at the no-filter words. You’re so used to Steve’s warning you to use proper language, that you did not expect it.
“I thought men your age were all about being proper and refined… Don’t they teach subtlety in the 40s etiquette class or did you skip it?”
You tease him on purpose, and he knows it. You are well aware what a nerd he was in school. Such a nerd that it was displayed in the museum. You snort. You were a nerd too, so you love it.
Bucky chuckles, a mischievous gleam in his eyes as he brings his hands to your pants, unzipping them without warning. Holy. Shit. The way you love this. He reads your body language very well and he has his super soldier senses.
“Well, doll, proper and refined went out the window with the 40s, right? Because otherwise you’d not be standing here letting me undress you.”
You raise your eyebrow, a mix of surprise and amusement on your face. His energy is so light, and he looks like a man without a worry in moments like this.
“You’re the one who offered to show me what the little upgraded version of you can do, after all.” You take off your shoes before pulling down your pants as soon as he drags them to your ankles. You can’t believe you’re about to fuck James Bucky Barnes! “Why would I say no?”
“Just sit back and enjoy the ride, doll. Gonna make sure you have the time of your life.”
You snort, amused by his eagerness, and decide to take off your shirt yourself to see his reaction. And he doesn’t disappoint.
He grins like a child, his hands flying straight to your back without taking his eyes off your chest. And before you know it, your bra is on the floor and Bucky cups your breasts, bringing your left tit to his mouth.
If you gasped when you felt the cold touch of the vibranium, now you moan loudly, enjoying the way he licks around your skin. He avoids your nipple on purpose, so you decide to take matters into your own hands quite literally and get a grab of the top of his hair, forcing him to suck on your nipple.
“Fuck! I didn’t expect you to be so whorish,” you say without realizing, and you feel his snort and breath on the wet patch he left with his tongue.
Bucky’s grin turns into a sly smirk. “This is what you call whorish? I guess I’ll give you an experience you won’t ever forget.”
“Talk less, do more.”
You want to enjoy more of this. You have a mission in a few hours, and it might be just a one time thing anyway since he is Bucky Barnes. You don’t want to get your hopes high.
Bucky lets go of your breast with a pop and moves up, raising your head so he can kiss you.
It’s electrifying, and desperate, and not enough. You move your hands to the bottom hem of his tank top and lift it, interrupting the kiss so you can take it off completely. You just want to feel him, all of him.
You step back for a second, wanting to look at him properly, but you notice a change in his eyes that he, of course, tries to mask.
“Why are you nervous? You look like a fucking god! I should be nervous here.”
Bucky’s eyes flicker with vulnerability.
“I guess I’m not used to someone seeing my scars or my,” he waves toward his vibranium arm, and you frown.
“I will sound totally weird, but they all make you really cool, Serge.” You trace down a few scars when you see he is completely relaxed and continue. “Do I have to lick them all to make you believe me?”
You move your hands under his shorts before he can answer, though, finally touching his cock. You both moan at the feeling. He’s hard and thick, and the head is wet. You bring your fingers to his lips, smearing some of the precome before leaning in to suck it off.
You’re not prepared for his moan or for the way he attacks your mouth, and definitely not for him to snap your underwear using his flesh hand. Not even his vibranium one!
You moan into his mouth. He makes you feel like you’re floating and you need to fuck him right then.
“You’re not just whorish, you’re a whore!” You pause when you feel his fingers close to your entrance. “No wonder why you didn’t belong in the 40s.” Then you move, allowing him to touch you. You don’t realize what you said, and when you do, in the middle of dragging his shorts down, you curse yourself in your mind. It sounds like the most disrespectful thing ever. This man’s fate was changed by monsters who cryogenically freezing him and brainwashing him, and you are selfishly talking as if he belonged to you. “I’m sorry that was awful of-” But he interrupts you before you can get a chance to properly apologize.
“You like that, don’t you?”
A wave of shame surges through your body. Your cheeks are burning.
“I’m really sorry,” you take your hands off his shorts and look away, not even peaking at his cock. You ruined it, didn’t you? “I will just go.”
Bucky shakes his head, puffing. “For such an amazing agent, you’re not a good room reader, are you?”
Your eyes finally drop to his cock, which you’ve been trying to avoid in the last minute out of shame, but there’s no need anymore since he’s teasing you. He’s just a bit longer than average, and he’s really thick, and the veins do not make it ugly at all. You are curious how it’d feel in your hand, how much it’d twitch, how Bucky would moan.
“You aren’t a good room reader, either then, Barnes, since I’m not getting dicked down and my hair pulled, am I?”
Something snaps in him, and it’s visible in his eyes. You don’t know what to expect so you just watch him. But you can’t. He is so quick that, despite your crazy training, you don’t anticipate his move. His hand wraps around the hair from your nape and fists it hard enough for you to move along with him.
“Wanna be dicked down? Fine by me, get on your hands and knees.”
You’re surprised, of course you are, but his tone is firm and you find yourself nodding and doing what he told you. You know you can say no; there is nothing in Bucky’s energy that makes you feel unsafe or as if you have no choice.
At the same time, he lets go of your hair just so he can take off his shorts completely.
“Are you not gonna make sure I’m wet enough for you?” You ask when you see him getting closer to you again, even though you are very wet. You just want to push his buttons.
“I can smell you if I focus on it, let me remind you.” He smiles. “I know you’re soaked, and you wanna be dicked down. Or are you backing off?”
Challenging prick!
You roll your eyes. “I’m not scared of your dick.”
“Good, because he wants to be friends with you.”
You close your eyes, cringing. “God, you were this close to turning me off.” You raise your hand in the air, putting your weight on the left one as you bring your thumb and index finger close to each other to show him exactly what a thin line this was.
Bucky laughs, shaking his head. “Don’t worry, I’m gonna make you forget it in a second.”
Your first instinct is to want to tease him about the second remark, to ask him if this is how long he can last, but you’re too horny now. And you also need rest for the mission tomorrow.
“How, uh…” You pause not knowing how to ask this properly. “Can you, uh, make babies?” You cringe at your words. “I mean, widows can’t… and I just wanted to know if we need a condom to be extra careful since you might be extra fertile because I am on the pill and I have no idea how sex with a super sold-”
Bucky’s lips press against yours suddenly, making you stop talking.
“Breathe.”
“I’m breathing,” you whisper and he cups your face.
“Not enough. We can use a condom if you want, but I’ll need to check where I can find one. Or we can go bare if you trust me… I can pull out and you are already protected, so there shouldn’t be a problem, I think.” He pauses to kiss your lips again. “But we can still use a condom anyway to be extra careful as you said.”
You frown at that, suddenly more desperate to feel him bare than ever before.
“No, I trust you. I have never done it without a condom before, and I assume you didn’t have much time to uh… have sex.”
Bucky snorts amused. “Now why do you assume that?”
“You look like you haven’t been fucked since 1945.”
The fact he doesn’t even deny it makes you feel even bolder, so you reach for his cock and place your thumb on his wet head while wrapping the rest of your hand around the length. “Are you gonna even last for a second once you’re inside me, Sergeant Barnes?” You snort when you see him trying to hold back his moan by biting his lip. It makes you feel happy. “Or do you even manage to get inside me before- ahh!” He is predictable this time as he pulls your hair, so you laugh.
“Are you familiar with this whole red, yellow, green color code?”
You gasp. “Yes, read about it, never needed it. But how do you know that?”
“I read about it, too.” His grin is so wide and beautiful that you melt again.
“Quite naughty of you, Serge. Reading dirty books. Needed some ideas?”
Bucky smirks, kissing you again and again. “Gonna need a review after I finish with you.”
“You finishing with me?” You smile. “Big words, Barnes, but no action.”
He knows you challenge him, and you don’t try to hide it. Do you have to beg for his cock for him to finally fuck you? He is edging you on purpose at this point.
You let out a whimper in anticipation when he moves behind you.
“Are you sure you’re fine with no condom?”
“Ihm, I’m not ovulating anyway,” you whisper, trying not to sound too eager. But you are. You want to get dicked down, indeed. And you wanted it for months.
His silence makes you a bit nervous, but the sounds of him dropping to his knees behind you, followed by his hand grabbing his cock and positioning it at your entrance while squeezing your hip with the metal arm.
You love the sensation of the coldness, but you love even more when he leans in to kiss your back before he pushes inside you.
It takes two tries, though, for him to be able to push halfway inside you because you kept pushing his dick out of you instantly. You managed to take him only when he brought his fingers to your clit and rubbed a bit.
You still laughed though because the sounds were too funny and his little frustrated whimpers were hilarious. The amusement turns quickly into more horniness when you feel him stretching you without even being fully inside you. You dreamed and daydreamed about it… fantasized about it, but it still wasn’t even close to how it actually feels. How full it feels. It’s like you cannot even think, your body is weak.
“Fuck,” your voice is cracking. “Deeper.”
“You’re so fucking tight,” he whispers.
“So?” You bring your hand to his ass, trying to show him you really need it deeper. “Why do you make it sound like a bad thing? Or are you trying not to come, Mr. Super Soldier?”
“You have quite a mouth on you, I think you need it-”
“You talk way too much. Are you nervous or-” It’s his turn to interrupt you with a thrust. Such a deep thrust your head is spinning. He’s not fully inside you, you realize, but he doesn’t try to, instead, he starts to fuck you, taking your breath away. His fingers leave your clit, grabbing your hips with both hands.
There is no question anymore, just fucking as you wanted.
And it feels like heaven. You try to keep your eyes open just so you look at him over your shoulder, but it’s impossible.
“Cat got your tongue?”
You groan. “No, you did, n-now fuck me harder.”
“Well, well,” he slows down and you almost wanna die. “This is not how you talk to your Sergeant, is it?”
He can’t do this!
“Fuck you!”
“What does my baby want?” His thrusts are too slow and teasing, just like his voice. “Use your words, beg for it.”
You’re not turned off, surprisingly. Not at all, on the contrary, the firm tone he uses, the words… you’re getting hornier, if that is even possible.
“I love your cock, Sergeant, so please give it to me. Fuck me harder and faster. Need you to pull my hair, and choke me, and… be rough.” You would be embarrassed if you weren’t so desperate. You know he wouldn’t make fun of you for this, so you trust him.
“Only mine.” You take a deep breath relieved when you feel his right hand wrap around your hair. “Do you hear me? Answer me.”
You nod, unable to say anything because he starts to thrust hard and fast, just like he did before he stopped. Your tits are jumping at the impact, and you have to dig your toes into the floor.
“Use your words. If you want my,” he moans. “If you want my cock and my hand wrapped around your neck, you have to use your big girl words. Tell me you’re only mine.”
You can’t hold back your tears this time. You love it so much, you can’t believe you waited so long to have him.
“Only yours.”
“No Steve.”
He lets go of your hair, wrapping his hand around your neck. No pressure, not moving it, he’s just holding it there.
“There’s n-no Steve, Sergeant. Only you. My pussy belongs to you. I o-only want to get filled by you.”
You know he’s smiling without needing to look at him.
“You love your Sergeant’s cock, don’t you?” You have no idea how he’s able to speak while thrusting so hard. He’s a fucking robot, indeed. “No one else could give you this, no matter how much they tried.”
You feel the building in your core. You’re so, so close already, so you try to place your weight on only one hand and bring the other to cover his, and before he can say something, you encourage him to choke you by pressing his fingers on the sides of your neck.
You moan so loudly you surprise even yourself. You sound like a cat.
“Please, sergeant, please, choke me.” You repeat your move and you close your eyes. “Please, daddy, I’m so c-close.”
He pauses for a second, and you don’t know why.
Before you can ask what’s wrong, he doesn’t just start to thrust inside you again, he dicks you down just the way you wanted. It’s as if he fucks the air out of your lungs every time you exhale. You’re crying and screaming at this point, so loud the whole floor must hear you. But you’re not ashamed. You feel so close you can almost taste it.
You barely hear his whimpers, but they’re there and they’re so beautiful.
You get no warning when he decides to squeeze the sides of your neck: gently at first, but then? Perfect. So perfect you come without warning, not being able to even say his name. You just scream some nonsense, your hand dropping from his to the floor so you can ground yourself properly. Your whole body is burning, and burning, and burning, coming alive for what feels like an eternity.
He doesn’t wait even for a second after you come down from your orgasm. Instead, he gets his dick out of you, grabbing you by your ass and raising you in his arms. Still weak, you barely have the strength to wrap your legs around his waist and your hands around his neck. He’s sweaty but not that hot. His metal arm is making you cool down.
“Daddy’s gonna take good care of you.” His lips find your forehead and you fight the urge to kiss his neck. You feel so small in his arms… and as if no one can hurt you.
You’re smiling like a fool when your back hits his bed, and so is he. Such a beautiful, blinding smile.
You let him spread your legs before you drag his face down so you can kiss him. You bite his lip hard until he opens his mouth, moaning when you feel him entering you again. This time, you’re relaxed so he thrusts inside you so much easier.
“Gonna make you come again around your daddy’s cock..”
His hands wrap your legs around his ass when he starts to thrust again.
“You’re quite… into it, Sergeant Barnes. So dirty!”
He gently grabs your jaw. “Tongue out.”
You do it, opening your mouth and waiting, and waiting until you finally understand what he’s about to do.
Instead of being grossed out, as you expected, you eagerly swallow the saliva that he lets drip from his mouth, which lands on your tongue.
You bat your eyes as you start to move your hips to meet his thrusts halfway, and that sends him into a frenzy.
“Fucking hell, you don’t want to sleep tonight, do you?” He asks sarcastically, but you don’t have enough air to tease him with a stamina comment. “You want me to make you scream and swallow my spit and come till we have to go to that fucking mission. Till your beloved Steve needs to come to us himself and hear us covered in come but still fucking.” You moan at the idea of your teammates finding out about this. You get awful comments anyway; at least you can get him for real and rub it in their faces. “You would like that, wouldn’t ya? Having all my undivided attention on you, not caring that my best friend is mad…” The thrusts are so deep that your head falls on the pillow instantly. You cannot keep your eyes open for even a second and you’re crying again. “Not caring my pal wanted you so badly he even tried to take you out tonight.”
“Sergeant-”
Thrust after thrust. You grab his forearm as tightly as you can so you can have something to hold onto.
“He thought he could have you, that you’d choose him. Come on, love. Come on, scream my name, let them hear. Let them all hear whose cock you cry for. Who is the one you belong to.” His balls slap against your skin so hard they tickle you. But not even that can distract you from almost reaching your orgasm. His words, his cock, his possessiveness…
“Sergeant, please. No one but you, can I… c-can I touch my clit? I’m so, so close.”
You don’t have to, though, because he is quick enough to bring his flesh hand between your bodies and rub your clit just the way you need it.
“F-fuck, coming,” you manage to warn him before the pleasure hits you. It’s so overwhelming you see white, digging your nails into his forearm.
You don’t know what you call him… daddy, Bucky or sergeant, but it doesn’t matter. You hear his praise, how you’re his good girl, and his words encouraging you to come for him.
When you can focus again, you kiss him with everything you have.
“Need you to come for me, Sergeant Barnes,” you whisper between kisses. “Need you to come inside me, need you to fill me up with your come, sir.”
He hisses loudly, his eyes being more grey than blue.
“Don’t tease me.”
“I mean it,” you make eye contact, wrapping your legs tighter around him. “Not the heat of the moment. I need your come, daddy. I’m on birth-”
He kisses you so hard your teeth end up hitting, but you don’t care. This is everything.
“Gonna come, gonna give you what you want. Gonna make you my come s-slut. Is that what you needed?”
“Yes, yes.” You’re so excited to watch him finish you don’t even realize how much you like being called his come slut until he says it again. “Come on, Sergeant, come for me.”
After you say that, it only takes him two more thrusts to finish, moaning your name.
His eyes close, and you notice how pretty his eyelashes are. And the little moles on his face… his mouth semi-open and his hair in all directions.
You want to witness this every day.
Before you can stop yourself, you lean in to kiss his nose and cheeks, letting your hips move at the same time.
“C-can’t… doesn’t stop,” he manages to groan, and you bring your hand to his nape, caressing his hair as he rides out his orgasm.
When he finally finishes, though, his head falls on top of your breasts, his mouth finding your nipple and playing with it before sucking it fully into his mouth.
“Easy, Bucky,” you moan, but he keeps going, though.
You have to pull his hair, to make him stop.
“Don’t get me wrong, I love it, but I need to uh… I’m tired.”
You’re back to your shy self. But his smile still makes you feel so relaxed.
“Got you tired, huh?” He winks, giving your breasts a kiss before pressing his lips against yours. “Fuck, I’ve never been so aroused in my entire life. Won’t even mention how happy I am.”
“Me neither,” you whisper.
“Well, we need to get used to it.”
You laugh so happily that you think your chest will explode. It’s surreal.
“You owe me that dinner after all.”
“A million dinners.”
You roll your eyes playfully. “Trying to charm me?”
He pecks you one more time before getting out of you with a whimper.
“I’ve already done it.”
It’s weird to be empty like this again, but seeing your come and wetness on his pubic hair or dripping out of your pussy just to soak the sheets beneath you distracts you. You made a mess.
“We need to clean this.”
“Don’t worry about it,” he says distractedly as he uses his index finger to push some come back inside you. Jesus! “This is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”
You smile. “You’re a whore.”
“Your whore.” He slowly gets out of bed, grabbing his shorts from the floor.
“Want me to go?” You ask all of a sudden, gaining a confused look from him.
“Why would I want that? Unless you do, of course…” He runs a hand through his hair, trying to fix it a little. “But I want you to stay.”
“Saw you dressing.” You bring your knees up just to put your chin on top of them. You feel extra shy.
He smiles. “Just gonna get you some water. I don’t want you dehydrated.”
*
Bucky knew Steve was in the kitchen as soon as he went down the stairs. He smiles casually, not giving him a second look as he goes straight to the fridge. It’s not like he hasn’t seen him in shorts or shirtless before, and Bucky knows he knew exactly what happened upstairs.
“Can’t sleep?” Steve’s tone is so obvious Bucky almost laughs.
“Not sleepy yet. What about you? You’re alright, punk?”
“Yeah,” he says, taking a sip from his own glass of water; his hands tightly wrapped around the glass.
“Still mad about earlier? You know I’m right.”
Steve shakes his head. “No, it’s all good.”
Bucky sighs dramatically. He loves Steve, he is his brother, but sometimes he is so annoying.
“Well, try to get some sleep. I suggest you wear some earplugs or something, though,” Bucky suggests casually, taking a whole bottle of water. “We wouldn’t want you too sleepy tomorrow. And the night is young.” He even winks at Steve, making him clear his throat.
“Buck…”
“Not a super soldier perk, I know, but you understand, right?” The smirk he suddenly gives Steve is almost sinister. “She chose me after all, and I gotta let her test-drive me. Have a good night!”
Even though he turns around, Bucky doesn’t miss the way Steve’s hold gets so tight that his glass almost breaks.
Bucky doesn’t regret it. He had it coming when he thought you’d choose him.
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navybrat817 · 3 months
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" Scraping their teeth over your neck to have a shiver of arousal run down your spine. "
With Bucky. 🥺
This probably didn't go the way anyone wants, nonnie, and I'm sorry!
Give Me a Name
Pairing: Mob!Bucky Barnes x Agent!Female Reader Summary: Someone put their hands on you and Bucky can't let it go. Word Count: Over 1.1k Warnings: Tension, threat of violence (not against reader), very minor injury, pet names, possessive behavior, Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?). A/N: Because who doesn't want a mob boss obsessed with them? ❤️ Edit by the talented @nixakimbo. Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!
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Today was a not-so-friendly reminder that mistakes in your job weren’t so easy to fix. You had been in pursuit of a target for weeks and finally managed to catch him. The rookie agent, however, didn’t secure the cuffs and the bastard managed to get a hard hit in when he broke free. The dizziness from the blow was enough to let him get away.
The rookie went after him, but you knew he wouldn’t catch him. You’d have to start all over with tracking him and you didn’t even get a chance to go home to lick your wounds. Not when Bucky’s men showed up and put you in a car.
You should’ve known they were close by.
“I can walk!” You argued minutes later when they brought you to the Barnes mansion. The mob boss had a few homes, but this one had been in the family for years. He had invited you here before, but never took you by force.
Until today.
The men carefully arranged you on a leather sofa in the den before one of them went to get their boss. He hadn’t left the room before the door flew open, the very man he went to find standing there with a look thunderous enough to kill. He snatched something out of one of his soldier’s hands before he went to you, no one daring to speak a word.
You held your breath as you glanced at Bucky. He had the sleeves of his black shirt rolled up as he assessed you, the veins in his arms popped out as he clenched his fists. He was built like a soldier with his massive frame, his life story told in the tattoos and scars that adorned his covered skin. The notorious crime lord more than earned his reputation and he promised he’d tell you his story himself one day.
Today wouldn’t be that day.
He brushed some of his long hair from his eyes before crouching down beside you. He didn’t take his eyes off you as he dabbed at your cheek with the cloth. He stopped when you winced, but you gave him a small smile to let him know he could continue. You didn’t expect tenderness from such a rough man, but you were different to him, weren’t you? You had been since the two of you crossed paths some time ago. Why?
What made you so special?
“Who did this to you?” He asked in a low voice. You could hear that he tried to keep the raging storm inside of him, but his icy eyes showed you everything. The growing fury was bound to come out. Who would he destroy in his path to sate the beast?
“Bucky. I’m fine,” you croaked as you tried to sit up more, but he stopped you from moving. “The guy got lucky and it isn’t anything I haven’t faced before. Just let me get back to work,” you said.
You noticed most of the men nearby avoided eye contact when you looked around. They had every reason to be afraid. James Buchanan Barnes was downright terrifying when crossed.
And crossing you was a worse offense in his eyes.
“Give me a name,” Bucky demanded, though he didn't raise his voice. “Tell me his fucking name so I can take care of it.”
“I can’t,” you whispered. If you did, he’d kill him. No, he’d torture him first. Likely for days on end before he begged for death. And you needed him alive.
That was your job.
Yet, you could never find it in yourself to bring Bucky in.
“Don’t make me shoot you.”
You froze at the cold tone before you realized Bucky didn’t direct that statement at you. One of his men standing feet away turned his head to the side because he got caught staring. You should’ve known better. Whatever cat and mouse game you and the mob boss were playing, it was for him to catch you in his trap, but never hurt you.
Not when he wanted to keep you.
“I’m sorry, boss,” the man promised, his tone wavering when Bucky reached for one of his pistols. “I-”
“‘Cause I’ll do it in a heartbeat and never look back if you glance at her again,” he promised. He was a man of his word. “Leave us. All of you. Now.”
“Bucky, it’s okay,” you assured him as they filed out. The men were dangerous, but you weren’t about to let him shoot the poor guy for looking your way.
“It isn't okay. Someone put their hands on you,” he nearly growled, the soft touch to your cheek a stark contrast to his voice. “You think I can let that go? I can’t. I won’t.”
You brought a hand up to tuck a few strands of his hair behind his ear. His eyes shut for a moment and grabbed your wrist before you could pull away. He dragged your fingers through the short beard along his jaw, like he was starved of your touch and needed more. You didn’t want to admit how much you wanted him.
Not when you belonged in different worlds.
“You don’t have to ‘avenge’ me, Bucky, because I’m not yours,” you said carefully. Were you telling him for his sake or yours? “Let it go. Please.”
The storm continued to rage in his eyes when he opened them and you wondered who would win the battle of the wills. You held your breath again when he moved close, the scent of his woodsy cologne making your head spin. Instead of brushing his lips against yours, he brought his mouth to your neck. Scraping his teeth over your pulse, you couldn’t stop the shiver of arousal that moved down your spine.
“You are mine, Kisa,” he whispered, giving your neck another nip as you tried not to whimper. “And I’m going to find out who did this whether you tell me or not. And I’m going to kill him.”
Your heart shouldn’t have raced faster at his declaration. “If I tell you, will you let me go home?”
“You are home,” he replied, pulling away and looking into your eyes so you could see how serious he was. “And I’d feel a lot better if you got some rest in my bedroom.”
You shuddered because you both knew you wouldn’t get a wink of rest if he took you to bed. And if you slept with him, there would be no turning back. “You can’t keep me prisoner here, Winter.”
The cold and ruthless man who only wanted you.
“You’re not my prisoner, Kisa,” he said, pressing his lips softly to your pained cheek. “But I’m never letting you go.”
He’d prove that to you.
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I don't know about you lovelies, but I kind of love them. Love and thanks for reading! ❤️
Masterlist ⚓ Bucky Barnes Masterlist ⚓ Ko-Fi
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kinanabinks · 7 months
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Hey Kinny ! I’ve had an idea and I thought you’d be the best to share with
What if Bucky was in a relationship for a few months now but there’s always been this tension with a younger trainee on the team . Linger looks and sometimes touches but never going further than that . Until one time they’re paired together on a mission . On a room with a single bed . The mission was rough and left them with an awful lot of unreleased tension . So as they’re both laying in bed , Bucky can’t help but notice her choice of sleepwear . A tank top and short shorts . He’s ashamed to admit he’s hard . I don’t know how you’d want this to progress bur basically sexual stuff with no penetration. Making out, blowing each other off , fingering , naked grinding and maybe even just the tip ….. I don’t know feel free to ignore this but I just found it really hot
idk what's wrong with me but i fkn love a good cheating fic. if anyone wants me to write them something just include cheating and the likelihood of me writing it increases by 80%
deadly nightshade
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the brightest berries are oft the most poisonous. why do the ones we can't have look like they'll taste so much sweeter?
content warning: bucky x f!reader, mature themes, bucky x f!oc, cheating, glorification of adultery, sexual tension, intimate touching, one bed trope, forbidden romance, fingering, 34 + 35, face fucking, multiple orgasms, dirty talk, degradation kink, praise kink, penetrative sex, cream pie.
a/n: i think this is my favorite smut i've written so far !
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You aren't sure when it started. When he first started looking at you like that, as though he was wondering what you'd feel like. Taste like. You can't remember the first time he squeezed your hip with his cold, metal hand while walking past you, or the first hug that lasted too long.
It's become your norm, to be on edge around him. The excitement is blended with nervousness and a dash of guilt, especially whenever she's close by. There's a palpable tension between you, one you hope nobody else can notice, and one that you rarely stop thinking about.
"Come on, you can go harder than that," Steve says teasingly, barely even flinching as you lunge forward to punch him again.
"Can you at least pretend it hurts?" You complain, frustrated. "Or can I train with another agent - you know, someone that isn't a super soldier?"
"Where's the fun in that?" Bucky asks with a smirk as he stands to the side of the boxing ring, wrapping his flesh hand in bandages. "I thought you liked a challenge."
You scoff as he climbs into the ring, raising a brow. "Great! Now I'm getting tag teamed by two super soldiers?" You ask in disbelief, slightly excited at the prospect of being manhandled by them.
"C'mon, rookie, this should be easy," Bucky says, slowly walking further into the ring. "Or at least, it will be for Steve and I."
With narrow eyes, you take a step back, trying to ignore the way your stomach flips as he shoots you a wink. "Alright," You say, putting up your fists. "You're old men, and I've beaten guys twice your size before. Let's do this."
"Them's fighting words, rookie," Bucky says with a cautionary tone. "You sure?"
"Deadly," You say gravely, ignoring the voice in your head telling you this is a bad idea.
They're nice to you, at first. Allowing you to get a couple of hits in, and Bucky even goes so far as to pretend it hurts. He does his best to limit the use of his metal arm, which you appreciate, though there's always been something about it that intrigues you. Something that, admittedly, turns you on.
And, as though he can read your mind, he suddenly wraps it around your neck, holding your body against his with your back to his front.
"Got her, Stevie," He says teasingly, slightly pressing his arm against your throat, making your legs squeeze together as your core begs for friction.
"That's not fair. I was just about to win," You utter, not even trying to pull out of his grip as you cling onto his arm, gasping when you feel his boner digging into your ass. Fuck. If only Steve wasn't here.
"Alright, I'm done," Steve says with a triumphant smile, holding his hands up as he turns around to leave the ring. "I've proved my point - I am not an old man!"
"Stop squirming so much, rookie," Bucky mumbles lowly into your ear, keeping you pinned against his body.
You can't help but let out a whimper, your panties positively soaked through as your hips uncontrollably move, rubbing your ass against his crotch. He uses his free hand to push down on your hips, forcing you to grind harder against him.
"Get some rest, Y/N," Steve calls out as he picks up his bag. "You've got an early morning tomorrow."
Just as Bucky leans down again to whisper in your ear, the door to the training room opens and in walks one of the other trainees. Bucky slowly releases you, making it seem as though him having you in a headlock with your ass directly on his dick was just a casual part of your training routine.
"Evening Captain, Sergeant," Landon says with a nod. "Uh, Sergeant Barnes, your... Miss Green's here to see you."
There should be a guilt that fills you at the mention of Bucky's girlfriend - or a fear, a nervousness at least. You should feel dirty for practically rubbing yourself on his boner, but you don't. You just look at him, give him a quick smile, and leave the boxing ring, like nothing untoward ever happened.
And he does the same.
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Shelly's birthday party is a lowkey affair. She doesn't like being made a fuss of, and like you, she likes to keep her work life and private life separate, so only a few agents were invited.
The bar is nice. A lot nicer than the places you spend your birthdays. It's strictly no-phones, which works well for New York's elite. You're slightly worried about the tab you'll have to pay at the end of the night, especially when you spot a few C-List celebrities walking through, but that's not an issue you need to put any thought to right now.
Right now, you just need to concern yourself with the Irish man who has his arm around your waist.
"Your body is insane," He utters, looking you up and down. "You a, uh, fitness influencer, or something?"
With a laugh, you nod. "Mhm. That's me," You say, not bothering to correct him as explaining you work for SHIELD isn't always the biggest turn-on for men.
While he whispers in your ear, your eyes flicker up to the entrance where a few familiar faces walk in. Taken aback as you weren't expecting to see any actual Avengers attending this party tonight, and judging by the look on Shelly's face, she wasn't either.
"I invited them as a joke," You hear her hiss to her husband, who finds the whole thing hilarious.
Steve, Sam, and Bucky walk over to her with a smile as they hand her gift bags. You watch on in amusement while the man by your side - is his name Leo? - starts kissing your neck. Shelly politely accepts the gifts while her husband holds back his laughs, introducing himself to the three.
Leo whispers something in your ear about getting out of here when you lock eyes with Bucky, making your body tense up.
"Babe?" Leo mumbles.
"One sec, I'll be back," You reply half-heartedly as you make your way over to where Bucky's standing at the bar.
"Hey, rookie," He greets you with a smug look on his face, before glancing behind you at Leo. "Who's the guy?"
"He's Irish," You tell him, resting your arm on the bar. "And cute."
"Yeah? You gonna take him home?" He asks, sneakily looking you up and down with his eyes lingering on your hips. "Let him fuck you?"
You scoff in slight surprise at his question, unable to hold back the smile on your face. "I'm planning on it," You admit as your stomach flips.
"He's a lucky man," He says, leaning in. "I look forward to hearing all about it."
"Oh, yeah? You want all the gory details?" You ask with a soft laugh.
He moves closer to you, lowering his voice. "I want a step-by-step rundown," He teases, using the same terminology Steve uses after a mission before a smirk pulls at his lips. "I wanna know if he makes you cum."
Your breath hitches in your throat but you do your best to act cool. "I- he talks a big game," You say. "Might be overcompensating for his lack of skill."
Bucky tuts at your words, shaking your head. "That's no good, rookie, you don't wanna be left hanging," He says, resting his elbow on the bar and bringing his hand to your face, where he strokes your cheek. "You're gonna have to play with yourself once it's over. Make yourself cum."
Fuck. You can feel your panties soak and you know he can smell it. He swallows thickly, lowering his hand to your neck where his thumb rubs over your throat.
"Let's hope it doesn't come to that," You utter, unable to pull your eyes away from his.
Bucky smiles, shooting you a wink. "I wish you luck, rookie."
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"What do you mean, an NDA?" Jenn asks you with narrow eyes. "The fuck do you need one of those for?"
"I just wanna know if we have someone here who can sort it out for us," You claim innocently, unable to keep the impatience out of your tone. "Or if I'll have to hire my own lawyer."
She raises a brow and says, "You'll have to speak to HR, or one of the big guys."
"What? No way!" You exclaim, feeling nauseous at the idea of talking to one of the Avengers about it.
"Why not? You're all buddy-buddy with them," She says, sounding a little bitter.
"Not on that level," You clarify. "We work together sometimes, that's all."
"Well, the next time you're put on a mission with Black Widow, flying off to Cancun to stake out a billionaire on some fancy resort, you can ask her," Jenn says before dropping her boxing gloves and storming away.
"That was one time!" You yell as she leaves the gym, before huffing and rolling your eyes. "Fuckin' A."
You continue training alone for another half hour before someone else walks in. It's none other than Sam, who greets you with a smile. You're not particularly close with Sam, but you get along. Understandably, he hardly ever has any time for agents unless he's on a mission with them, but he's nice enough.
Deciding you have no other choice, knowing how useless the HR team is here, you let out a sigh and pull out an earphone. "Hey, Sam?" You call out, causing him to put down the weights in his hand and turn to you.
"What's up?" He asks.
You walk over to him with a sheepish look on your face. "Can I just be totally candid and ask for some advice?" You request.
"Of course," He says immediately. "Whatever it is, fire away."
"Uh, it's not really to do with work, per say," You admit, rubbing the back of your neck. "It's slightly... personal."
He gives you a knowing smile and walks closer to you. "I get it. Just pretend I'm a stranger, and whatever you tell me stays between us," He promises.
"Thank you," You whisper, before clearing your throat. "Okay. So, it's not that bad, but I would like to get someone to sign an NDA."
He looks taken aback. "Oh. Okay."
"I was just wondering if it's worth it getting the help through work, or if I should just hire my own lawyer," You wonder aloud. "I know here they're busy with more important things, but you know what they say about trainee wages. I can't really afford a good lawyer."
"Mhm," He hums, nodding while processing your words. "Can I ask why you need an NDA?"
You wince, having known the question would eventually come. "Yeah, uh, I slept with someone," You blurt out. "And... I would prefer them to keep it to themselves."
"Right," Sam says slowly. "Why do you doubt they would keep it to themselves without an NDA? And is it really a big deal if they do tell someone?"
"It's just... something happened, during, that I'd much rather not see being spread on social media, or anything," You say, cringing inwardly.
"Uh-huh. How bad was it?" Sam can't help but ask.
"Bad," You answer. "I... I said someone else's name."
He raises a brow. "Is that really so bad?"
"Yes, because the person who's name I said... it's, uh... it's someone... sensitive," You say, unable to look him in the eyes. "And... if the guy goes around telling people, someone who knows them might find out... it's just gonna be messy, and awkward."
Sam nods slowly, thinking for a few moments before speaking. "Alright. Well, this guy you slept with- he's a nobody, right?"
"Pretty much," You agree.
"And is there really any proof that you did sleep with him?" Sam pushes.
"Not really..." You trail off.
"And so, if this guy was to make claims, who the fuck's gonna believe him?" He asks you with a raised brow.
You take in his words, nodding. "You're right. Ha, you're right!" Smiling widely, you pat his arm. "Thank you, Sam!"
"No problem, Y/N," He says, chuckling to himself as you walk out.
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"Alright, that's all for this week. Jenn, Landon, and Y/N, can you stay behind?" Maria asks as the others begin to filter out of the meeting room.
The three of you stand before her, waiting to hear what she has to say.
"Jenn and Landon, I can see you've each only got one competency left to achieve before you can qualify for Agent status. There's a recon mission next week being headed by Agent Carter; if you're successful in your assigned tasks during said mission, you'll qualify," She tells them, causing them to whisper excitedly to each other while she turns to you. "Y/N, you still have a few competencies left to complete, but you're almost there. I'm putting you on Operation Musket."
Jenn and Landon suddenly become silent as their eyes widen. They each turn to you, shock on their features.
Your heart is racing. Not just at the notion of being alone on an assignment with Bucky, but also because of the assignment itself. Operation Musket is the biggest mission there's been all year, and it was largely understood by everyone that Bucky Barnes would be completing it alone. Any agent tagging along would be a liability, in Fury's words.
"Wha- with all due respect, ma'am, are you serious?" You ask Maria with furrowed brows.
"Deadly," She replies bluntly, no hint of humor in her tone.
Jenn steps forward. "But Director Fury said-"
"Director Fury is not in charge of my trainees," Maria cuts her off curtly. "When it comes to you completing your competencies, I know best. I also know Operation Musket inside and out, and I believe Y/N will be an asset to Sergeant Barnes. It gives her the opportunity to gain some more experience in Russia, which as you all know, is vital in qualifying for Agent status. Now, does anyone have a problem with my decision?"
The three of you stand silently, not daring to say a word.
"Good," Maria says with a tight smile. "Then this discussion is over. Off you go, trainees."
You all begin to leave, but Maria calls out just as you open the door.
"Y/N, report to the briefing room first thing on Saturday, " She directs you. "Oh, and pack a small bag. It's an overnight mission."
Fuck.
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Usually, you say no to drinks with your superiors, but this time you were quick to agree to Steve's invitation. He was shocked as he's used to being rejected whenever he suggests you join them in the bar, but you need to get drunk tonight- the type of drunk you can't afford yourself.
It's not public knowledge that there's a bar in Avengers HQ. It's underground and shares a wall with one of the labs; Tony's very own speakeasy. You came for the free alcohol, but as soon as you see Bucky with Emma on his lap, you immediately regret it.
"Can I get a bottle of vodka and a shot glass?" You request Natasha who's standing behind the bar.
She raises a brow, slightly offended that you interrupted her conversation with Bruce but equally as impressed that you had the balls to do so. "Coming right up, trainee," She says, emphasizing the last word to remind you of your position and the fact that you should probably use a little more respect when speaking to her.
Snapping out of your daze, you widen your eyes. "Thank you, ma'am," You say quickly, wincing when you hear Bruce snickering under his breath.
She slides over the bottle and the glass before continuing her conversation with Bruce, and when you realize she's trying to flirt with him, you quickly move over to the couches.
"All I asked for was a burrito," Steve says to Sam and Tony. "Was I being rude?"
You silently sit next to Steve, trying not to garner any attention but also not wanting to drink alone. The three of them chat over beers while you take a few shots.
"Alright there, Y/N?" Steve asks you suddenly, making you look up at him with shock.
"Uh, yeah," You reply with a nod.
"Oh, hey," Tony says, clicking his fingers in your direction. "You're the, uh, superstar trainee, aren't ya? The prodigy?"
"Prodigy?" You reply with a frown, wondering who on Earth would have described you as that to Tony Stark.
"Maria Hill seems to like you," Steve reveals to your surprise. "She thinks you're the next... well, Maria Hill."
"She does not!" You say with a gasp, your heart fluttering at the prospect. Maria's a tough boss, and even tougher to impress, so the fact that she praises you to the Avengers themselves is insane.
"Says you're gonna go far as an agent," Tony adds with a slow nod, bringing his beer up to his lips while looking around with a frown. "Hey, why don't we invite more trainees to these things? Get some fresh blood in here."
"Maria would kill you," You tell him with a laugh. "We're not supposed to get drunk during our probation, seeing as we have training every morning."
Steve raises a brow, glancing down to the half-empty vodka bottle in your lap. "Uh..."
"Oh, this?" You ask casually. "This won't get me drunk. I have a high tolerance."
"If you say so," Steve utters, not so convinced.
In truth, you only feel a slight buzz so far. You make a mental note to take the bottle home and carry on drinking there, as you don't want someone to snitch to Maria - losing her respect, which you only just learned you actually have, would be detrimental to your career.
"It's part of my training process," You tell him. "I'm preparing for the mission this weekend."
"This weekend? You're on Musket?" Sam asks on disbelief.
"Told you Maria likes her," Tony mumbles.
"Yes, indeed," You reply to Sam with a nod. "I'll be joining Sergeant Barnes in Russia."
"Won't that be fun?" Bucky's voice suddenly chimes in from above you. You look up to see him joining the circle, along with Emma. They sit on the couch to your right while you try to relax your pounding heart.
It's not very often at all that you're around his girlfriend. Emma and Bucky have been together for the better part of two years now, and she's a familiar face around HQ. It isn't very common for Avengers to bring their partners to work, but Emma works at Stark Industries so she's somewhat involved in Avenger business.
"I thought you were doing Musket alone, Buck," Sam says with a frown.
Bucky shrugs, resting his arm around Emma's shoulders. "Fury decided I needed some help," He says simply, before his eyes land on you. "Rookie's always good to have on an assignment, so I can't complain."
"I can vouch for that," Steve agrees, nudging your arm. "I'm surprised you're still a trainee."
"You flatter me," You mumble, leaning your head back against the couch.
While the rest of them continue to talk, you drown out their voices with your thoughts. Are you being crazy? Does Bucky purposely flirt with you, or are you reading it all wrong? Is he attracted to you and unable to hide it, or is that how he is with everyone? You've caught him shooting a flirty comment Natasha's way before, but usually in an effort to grind her gears - he's never been inappropriate with another trainee or agent to your knowledge, so why you? Could it be that he genuinely feels something towards you?
And if he does have sexual attraction towards you, what the fuck is going to happen this weekend?
Missions are rarely overnight and there's a running joke among the agents that they end with sex. You're aware of the highly incestuous dating pool at work, but you've made a promise to never partake. The other trainees are like your siblings at this point, and you wouldn't want to jeopardize a mission by being distracted with feelings.
But Bucky's different. He's not just an agent you can brush off. Admittedly, there's a power difference in play, and something about his senior position is allowing you to break your own rules.
Snap out of it. You're not genuinely attracted to him - nothing will ever actually happen between you. You're just close friends who openly talk about sex and enjoy flirting with each other- there's nothing wrong with that.
"Wake up, rookie," His voice suddenly sounds out from next to you.
Your eyes flutter open and you suck in a sharp breath before turning to the left to see he's taken Steve's place. Everyone else is gone, only he remains. If you looked around, you'd see they've all congregated at the bar, but you don't, because you don't care.
"I'm up," You mumble, meeting his eyes. "You good?"
"Me? Yeah, I'm good," He replies with a smug look on his face.
A few moments of blissful silence pass by. You can hear light chatter and laughter from the bar, and the low lighting allows you to relax, which isn't something you can usually do around Bucky.
"Oh, I should warn you," He begins, stealing your attention as he lowers his voice. "A lotta poisonous plants where we're heading on Saturday. Luskey's HQ is surrounded by woods, and almost every plant is something you won't wanna touch."
"I'll keep that in mind," You mumble absentmindedly.
"Nobody warned me last time and I ended up having fuckin' hallucinations. Saw gnomes walking around," He tells you with a chuckle. "Probably one of the nicer ones to touch. Some of them can kill you."
"Sounds kinda nice. I'd love to hallucinate gnomes," You say with a soft laugh.
He nudges your shoulder and the area burns. You want him to touch you everywhere. Stop.
"Yeah, plenty of nasty things where we're going," He says, looking down at you. "But we'll have fun amongst all the deadly nightshade."
"I'm looking forward to it," You say honestly.
"I bet you are, rookie," He says with a smirk before lowering his voice. "Never got the chance to ask you. How was your night with Mr. Irish?"
Your heart skips a beat at the reminder of that night.
"Just like that, don't stop," You moaned, digging your nails into your back. "Please, make me cum, Bucky, please."
"Uh, yeah," You say flatly while trying to ignore the memory. "It was good."
"Did he do it?" He asks you with a raised brow. "Did he make you cum?"
You swallow thickly, unsure of what to say. No, Bucky, he didn't make me cum, because before he got the chance to I was moaning your name.
"I'll take that as a no," He says with a chuckle. "That's a shame. I had high hopes for you."
"Don't worry about me," You assure him with a small smile. "I can take care of myself."
"Yeah? You took care of yourself?" Bucky utters lowly, stealing a quick glance at your body. "Had to finish yourself off, hmm?"
You squeeze your legs together, hating yourself for getting wet so easily. You know he can fucking smell it.
His eyes light up as he moves closer to you. "What did you think about while touching yourself?" He asks you, making your stomach flip.
With a light gulp, you sink a little lower on the couch. "I..." You trail off, wondering whether it would be too far to tell him the truth.
"Tell me, rookie," He whispers, his eyes dark and piercing. "You think about getting fucked? 'Bout someone splitting you open, railing you 'til you beg him to stop?"
Is he drunk? You take one look at the cup in his hand and instantly recognise the color. It's Asgardian ale.
"Bucky," You mumble, biting your lip. "You shouldn't be talking to me like that."
"Just a question, rook," He replies casually, raising a brow. "I'm curious. Did you think about me fucking you?"
Your breath is stolen and your eyes widen. Before you can even begin to process his question, you hear some of the others approaching. Sitting up, you turn to see Steve and Emma walking over with smiles on their faces.
"Here are the dynamic duo," Steve says with a grin as he and Emma sit on the couch opposite you. "You guys ready for the weekend?"
"You must be a pretty impressive trainee if Fury thinks Jamie's gonna need you there," Emma says with a quirked brow. "Can't say I'm convinced- Jamie's been on plenty of intense missions alone and he's been just fine."
"No, I need rookie there," Bucky claims firmly, patting your shoulder. "She's a genius with codes. We'll get it done in half the time."
"So, I should expect you back home by Saturday night?" Emma asks him expectantly.
He takes a sip of the ale before shrugging. "We'll do our best to make it quick," Bucky says, looking at you before adding, "No promises, though."
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It's a tough mission, and you're glad. If there was any less stress or if the stakes weren't as high as they are, you know your mind would drift. Drift to the night at the bar, Bucky's voice in your ear saying things he shouldn't have been saying. Asking questions you didn't want to answer.
But it's a tough mission.
"Stand down, rookie," His voice comes through your earpiece. "Meet at the safe house."
You should be relieved it's over - you should be over the moon that you positively contributed to the biggest assignment of the year and that you'll likely graduate to Agent status as soon as you get back to HQ - but you don't feel relief, or joy. You're nervous.
You take the long way back. Unsure as to what will unfold when you get to the safehouse, you take your time, a small part of you hoping that he'll be asleep by the time you get back. A bigger part of you, though, hopes he's not.
He's already lying on the bed when you get in, but his eyes are open. They flicker over to you and he watches as you undress. You peel off your tactical suit, grateful when your skin can finally breathe.
"I've gotta talk to Maria about these things," You mutter mostly to yourself as you step out of the suit. "They're not breathable at all."
Bucky slowly sits up, not even bothering to hide his gaze on your half-naked body. He's in nothing but his boxers, but you're too tired to care. You step into the bathroom, deciding it's probably a step too far to get your tits out in front of him, and change into your tank top and shorts. Packing light is a must during missions, which means summer pyjamas, even in Russia.
You wonder if anyone back at HQ has realized the conundrum - the fact that the safehouse only has one bed. That was fine back when it was only Bucky on this mission, but as you were assigned to it last minute, nobody bothered looking for something more appropriate for two people. You don't blame them. It takes a long time to lock down a secure location, so you'll put up with the lack of privacy.
"Good job today," He says once you return from the bathroom. "We worked well together. It felt slick. You're damn good for a rookie."
"Not too bad yourself," You say, kneeling onto the bed before raising a brow. "Don't you take that off when you sleep?"
He glances down at his vibranium arm with a slightly confused look before looking back up at you. "No," Is his simple answer.
You mumble a nothing response under your breath as you slowly get under the covers, your heart beating a little faster the closer you get to him.
"I can take the floor, if you'd rather," He suggests, though his tone makes it seem as though he has no intention to sleep anywhere but with you tonight. It sounds like his final warning - your last chance to pull out, because you both know that tonight won't be wholesome when you're sharing a bed.
"Shut up, weirdo," You mutter, turning away from him.
"Yes, ma'am," Bucky replies. You hear him moving around, feel the bed dip a little as he gets comfortable under the duvet.
You can hear his breathing. You can smell him - he must've had a shower with the weird soap from HQ. The kind that comes in a small ball and turns into foam when you add water.
A few moments pass, he turns his body around. You aren't sure which way he turned until you feel his front pressing against your back.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
"Why aren't you breathing?"
Taken by surprise, you can only let out an odd squeak.
"Are you touching yourself?"
You stick your elbow out behind you but he doesn't even react as it digs into his stomach. "Shut up," You whisper.
"A little lower and that would've been nice," He mumbles.
"You want me to elbow your dick?" You ask incredulously.
"Well, if you're taking requests-"
"Go to sleep, Sergeant Barnes."
"Fuck. Don't call me that, rookie," He groans, moving closer to you. "Aren't you cold?"
"You're like a human radiator," You say, closing your eyes as though you could fall asleep when you can feel his boner against your lower back.
He places his hand on your hip, under your top. Slowly, he moves it further up, until he's cupping your bare boob. You don't know why you haven't said anything yet, but when he brushes over your nipple with his thumb, you can't keep quiet.
"You shouldn't," You mutter weakly. It makes you feel only slightly better - you feel a slight less guilt. I'm sorry, Emma. I tried to stop him. I did all I could.
"Shut up," He grumbles, pulling on it as it hardens.
"Bucky," You let out in a breath, rubbing your ass against his hard cock.
"You can't say you didn't know this was gonna happen," He says lowly as he grinds against you. "As if I could ever fuck this opportunity up."
"You're... we really fucking shouldn't-"
"Hey," He whispers, pulling your shoulder and flipping you over so you're lying on your back, looking up at him. "Don't worry. What happens in Russia..."
As he leans closer, using his knee to spread your legs apart and settling between them, you press your hands to his chest. "So, this doesn't count?" You ask him, a hint of nervousness to your tone.
"No, rookie, baby," He promises as his nose brushes against yours, his stubble scratching your skin. While speaking, he begins gently humping against you. "It's not like we're fucking, is it? Huh? I'm just... jus' touchin' you, feelin' you. Making you feel better after today. Making myself feel better. Today was tough, we need this. We're, uh - what's that shit they told us in the HR presentation? - we're looking out for each other's wellbeing while on the field. It's just part of the mission."
He's talking utter bullshit, but you don't care. It feels too good, his hard cock rubbing against your pussy feels too good for you to try and stop it. Loud moans leave your mouth; you're not bothering to pretend this isn't as sexual as it is.
"There you go," Bucky says with a smirk as he peels your top upwards, revealing your chest. "That's it. Don't worry about a thing, rookie, just, fuck, keep moaning for me, fuck."
You do as he says, moving your hands up to his shoulders and digging your nails into his skin. When he leans down and wraps his lips around your nipple, sucking hard on it, you cry out his name, bucking your hips upwards. With a hiss, you move your right hand up to his hair and pull on it, making him groan.
He slips a hand under the waistband of your shorts, starts rubbing your clit. His hand is soaked in seconds.
"Other hand," You whimper, gripping his vibranium bicep. "Please."
"Fuckin' little freak, aren't ya?" He mumbles under his breath, happily doing as you say. His cold metal fingers feel like ice against your clit, making your legs shudder. "Tell me what you're into," Bucky says lowly, keeping his eyes on your face as he watches it contort in pleasure. "Tell me, rookie. What fucked up shit do you want me to do to you? Huh?" He knows this might be his one and only chance to get you like this, so he wants to make the most of it.
"Bucky," Is all you can let out, too far gone to conjure a coherent thought.
"Call me Sergeant Barnes," He orders, to which you let out a breathy laugh.
"Shut the fuck up," You say hitting his chest.
He slaps your tit in retaliation, making you whine, while sinking his hard, metal fingers into your cunt. It feels unlike anything you've ever had inside you, and your eyelids flutter uncontrollably.
"Don't take them out," You request quickly, clenching around his digits. "Oh, fuck. Bucky, please."
He slowly begins to retract them, making you cry out.
"No!" You exclaim, before letting out a frustrated huff. "Please... Sergeant Barnes."
"Atta girl," He mumbles before giving them back to you. "How am I supposed to do this without taking them out, huh?"
"Just... just move them," You suggest while pulling down your shorts, wanting to see what it looks like to have his metal limb inside you.
Suddenly, he curls his fingers, making you shudder. "Like that, rookie?"
"Fuck, yes," You respond with delight.
He shakes his hand, curling and scissoring his fingers inside you. "You like the feeling of them filling you up, huh? You dirty little slut, you think about this all the time, don't you?" He asks you smugly.
"Just keep- keep doing that, Sergeant, fuck," You utter. "I'm getting close."
"Yeah? Gonna cum for me?" Bucky's voice seems different in this moment; more personal. Like you're seeing a side to him only a select few get the chance to. As you cum around his fingers, he lets out a groan, and it's the prettiest thing you've ever heard.
"Can I tell you something?" You ask once your breathing is normal again.
"What?" He mumbles while pulling down his pants.
"I- when I was fucking that Irish guy," You begin, making his eyes narrow.
"Fuck you thinking about him right now?" Bucky's offended, appalled that you're able to focus on something other than him after he just made you cum while barely moving his fingers - let alone another man.
"I said your name," You admit, the words flowing out against your control. "While he was inside me, I..."
Bucky laughs, his eyes lighting up. "You being serious?"
"Deadly," You whisper before pulling off your tank top.
He brings his hands up to your tits, pawing at them while rubbing his thumbs over your hard nipples. You grind your hips up, desperate to feel him inside you. His cock is big, thick against your thigh. You can't help but stare down at it. Reaching for it, you wrap a hand around it, marvelling at how hard it is.
"You ever say my name?" You wonder, though you already know the answer.
"I don't think either of us would be here right now if I did," He teases, biting his lip when you begin to rub his cock, up and down.
"You fuck other girls often?"
His eyes flicker up to yours. "No," He answers. "Feel special?"
A smile pulls at your lips while he laughs at you. Pre-cum dribbles out of his cock. He takes it back from you and brings it to your pussy, rubbing it up and down your folds, pressing the tip to your clit. It feels surreal.
"We shouldn't," You say with furrowed brows. "Not sex. Not actual sex."
"What difference does it make at this point?" Bucky asks you with a scoff.
"It's different," You argue, not sure what you mean yourself.
"Well, I'm fucking something tonight," He states firmly. "Would you rather that be your face?"
He sees it - the way your eyes light up. The way your chest rises a little faster. He hears the hitch in your breath and he feels your clit throb against his cock.
Smirking, Bucky nods. "Fuckin' slut. Hang off the bed, I'll fuck your face, if that's what you want."
It doesn't take much to convince you. Within moments, your head's hanging off the side of the bed and Bucky's standing behind you. He slips his cock between your lips, holding your head in place, and doesn't give you much warning before he starts fucking in and out of your throat. Immediately, you gag, but he doesn't let up.
"That's it, fuckin' take it," He mutters through gritted teeth. "Knew you'd take my cock like a good girl. Knew you'd be such a good fucktoy for me."
Your legs squeeze together, you're wetter than ever. Your inner thighs are coated.
"Touch yourself," Bucky instructs you. "I know you wanna. Show me how you do it when you fantasize about me railing you."
He only lets you rub your clit for a few seconds before he moves your hand away. Leaning down, he replaces your fingers with his tongue, lapping at your cunt. Your toes curl as your hips move upwards, humping against his face. His nose brushes through your folds as he sucks on your clit, continuing to fuck your face.
It doesn't take you long to cum again, and he holds your shaking legs down as you do.
"Cum so fuckin' easy for me," Bucky mumbles as he stands up, pulling his cock out of your throat with a string of saliva following.
He grabs your arm and pulls you up to your knees on the bed before taking your chin in his hand and pulling your face closer to his. He gives you a deep kiss, holding your body against his, kneading your ass with his hands.
"Rookie," He utters against your lips before slapping your pussy. "Let me fuck you, baby."
You let out a groan, throwing your head back. He takes the opportunity to kiss on your neck. "Sergeant Barnes," You whisper. "It wouldn't be appropriate for you to have sex with a trainee."
"I'm teaching you," He says against your neck. "That's what I'm here for."
"I don't need to learn how to have sex," You point out.
Bucky moves back to look at you. "You need to learn how to take your Sergeant's cock when he needs you," He says bluntly. "You need to learn how to be a good stress toy for me. A nice little fleshlight for me to take on missions, use you when I need to cum."
You shouldn't be, but you're horrifically turned on by his words. His arrogance and perversion only makes you crave him more.
"Just the tip?" He asks with a whisper.
With a roll of your eyes, you wrap your hand around his throat. "Just the tip," You agree.
He lays you down on your side, facing him, and picks up your leg to rest it on his hip. Bringing his cock to your entrance, Bucky meets your eyes with his, taking in a deep breath. "I'm- I'll try my best to-"
"Just the fuckin' tip," You cut him off curtly. "Not an inch more."
"If you say so," He says with a smirk before slowly pushing his cock into you, stopping once the tip is in.
Frustrated with the lack of stimulation, you let out a huff. "A little more," You request.
He does his best to hold back a smug laugh. Giving you another couple of inches, Bucky lets out a low groan. "Fuck. Baby, c'mon," He whispers, almost whining.
"More," You say, unable to help yourself. Fuck morals. You've already gone too far. "Just- just put it all in, Buck."
He immediately gives you all of him as sook as the request leaves your mouth, stretching you open. You look down, shivering when you see him inside you, wondering if you're dreaming.
Bucky pushes you onto your back and moves on top of you, pinning your arms down. "I've thought about this a lot," He admits with a mumble, still not moving his hips. "About fucking your brains out. Railing you 'til you can't think straight."
You're pretty sure you entered can't think straight territory the second you got into bed with him. "I haven't been thinking straight since I met you," You tell him, making him chuckle.
"You're so fuckin' cute, rookie," He says, before ever so slightly pulling out and thrusting back into you again.
You suck in a gasp as your back arches up. "Are we doing this?" You ask him with a whisper.
"Isn't it too late to be asking that?" He retorts with a raised brow. "Or do you really think you'd be able to tell me to stop right now?"
You think about it. Could you? Would you be able to stop and go to sleep, like nothing happened? Like he wasn't just balls-deep in you? Do you have any self-control at all?
"Just... just the tip," You repeat, realizing how pathetic you sound.
"What's the fucking difference?" He asks with a dry laugh.
"Then it's not actual sex," You argue. "Then we haven't done anything wrong."
Bucky raises a brow. "You really think that?"
You stare up into his eyes. "Yes."
Slowly, he pulls out again, and you take a moment to savor the feeling of having him fully inside you, knowing you may never get it again.
"You're killing me, rookie," He groans as he looks down at his cock, covered in your slick. "How the fuck am I supposed to do this?"
You wrap your hand around his shaft and start stroking it, up and down.
"Can you even feel anything?" Bucky asks you between heavy breaths. "Slut like you, probably used to getting railed."
"Fuck you," You whisper.
"Let me fuck you," He requests, leaning down until you can feel his breath on your neck. "Let me fuck you 'til you can't breathe. Let me make that pussy sore, let me make you fuckin' limp back to the jet in the morning."
"Bucky," You whine lowly, knowing there's no going back. "...Fuck me."
A smirk pulls at his lips and he's relieved - a small part of him thought you might actually stop this. With your go-ahead, Bucky wastes no time. He starts moving his hips, fucking in and out of you, groaning under his breath.
"Shit," He mutters before grabbing your hips and flipping you onto your stomach. With a spank to your ass, he settles on top of you, resting his head on your neck as he thrusts into you.
"Just like that," You cry out, grabbing fistfuls of the sheets.
"Your pussy takes me so well," Bucky groans into your ear. "Better than I imagined it."
Turning your head to the side, you laugh. "You imagined it?"
"Every fucking night," He answers you straight away.
"When you're fucking her?" You ask, nervous by the silence that follows.
His thrusts slow, but they don't stop. For a second, you're afraid you've offended him. That you've crossed some invisible line by mentioning her.
"When I'm fucking her, when I close my eyes, I imagine it's you," He says lowly, bluntly. "I fuck her throat and wonder if yours would feel like that. I eat her out and wonder how you'd taste. She rides my cock and I- I want it to be your ass bouncing on me." He flips you back over onto your back, pulls out his dick and taps it on your stomach a couple of times before slipping it back into you. "And now, I finally know what it's like."
"And?" You push, holding your breath as he fills you up.
He leans down, bringing his lips to yours and mutters, "Better."
There's passion in it. An intense passion you've never felt during sex before. You've been in love with sexual partners, you've been infatuated with them, but you've never felt this. Maybe it's because it's inherently wrong - what you're doing goes against every value you claim to uphold. Bucky's your senior; he shouldn't be taking advantage of the power he has over you. Not only that, but he's unavailable.
It makes you feel special. He's risking it all for you - his respect among the team, his relationship with the woman he supposedly loves. If it became public knowledge that Bucky Barnes was a cheater, he'd lose all the love from the people of America that he just about managed to earn.
But he doesn't care. This intimacy with you is worth more than all that - at least during this moment.
He fucks you harder, making your eyes roll back. His eyes remain burning into yours, and you know he has no plans of pulling out. You have no plans of asking him to.
"Feel so good around me," He groans lowly, stroking your hips. "Such a good girl for me. Taking it so well, making me so proud."
His words light up a spot in you that you didn't know existed. He can tell.
With a small smile, he places a soft kiss to your cheek. "That's it, baby. My good girl, fuck. Keep taking it just like that, I'm so fuckin' proud of you."
"Bucky," You gasp, feeling it build up.
"Shh, it's okay, I've got you," He coos, quickening his thrusts. "Make daddy proud."
It's all too much - the gentleness, how wrong this is - in seconds, you're cumming and there are tears pouring from your eyes.
"Atta girl, just like that," Bucky groans, cupping your face in his hands. "Ready to take my cum, baby?"
"Please," You sob, gripping tightly onto his shoulders.
"It's yours, my baby," He moans as he lets go, cumming deep inside you. "Oh, fuck. Take it all, baby, fuck."
He keeps fucking you until he can't anymore, both of you oversensitive after your highs. Bucky falls next to you and you stare up at the ceiling, breathing heavily.
A few incoherent mumbles escape his mouth as he comes down. Before you can say a word, he turns off the lamp, flooding the room in darkness. A kiss is placed to your shoulder just as exhaustion takes you over.
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tom-holland-parker · 1 year
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Closer
Summary: You’d never felt like this before, it was like some primal instinct deep down inside of you. You just needed to be close to him. The only problem was that you were already wrapped in his arms and it still didn’t feel close enough
Warning: 18+ smut (cockwarming, boob worship?)
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader
Word count: 620
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You’d never felt like this before, it was like some primal instinct deep down inside of you. You just needed to be close to him. The only problem was that you were already wrapped in his arms and it still didn’t feel close enough. 
“Can you lay on top of me?” You asked quietly into Bucky’s neck
“What” he chuckled, “No i’ll crush you”
You scoffed and rolled your eyes, your arms squeezing him tighter as if that would solve your problem, “yes that’s the point, please I just want to be close to you” 
“You do realize that your entire body is wrapped around mine” His hands moved to rub your back, “If you were any closer I’d be inside of you”
“That's it” You gasped, eyes lighting up at the idea, “Let me cockwarm you”
Bucky laughed, “what has gotten into you tonight”
“We can fuck first if you want too but just don’t pull out after” You whined, already throbbing at the thought of him being buried deep inside you, “Please I just want to feel you all over”
He smiled, getting hard just from your desperate words. Without another thought his hand moved down the curves of your body until he reached your underwear. A low whimper left your mouth as he cupped your pussy through the thin fabric, “oh baby you’re soaked”
Your hips began to shamelessly grind on his hands slowly, “I just need you so bad, please”. Your eyes were shut as you began to kiss and lick his neck in the spots that always made him weak in the knees.
Easily giving in, he made quick work of pulling his now hard cock out of his boxers. Before you knew it he was slowly thrusting inside of you, wanting to stretch you out and have you filled to the brim with his cock. “Oh fuck that feels good” You moaned as your hands gripped his biceps
“Yeah” His arms wrapped around your body, leaving you stuck and helpless, “This is just what you need right. My good girl just needed me to fill her up” His voice, sweet like honey, ignited a fire inside you. He was right, you needed this. You needed him to hold you tightly and fuck you just right, his cock hitting all the right places.
You hand moved to your tits, fingers pulling and teasing your nipples. Bucky’s eyes couldn’t leave your body, the way you were openly doing whatever it took to make yourself feel good just made him want you even more. He lets out a deep growl as he moves to grip your ass, “Look at you, playing with your tits like a little slut. Are you gonna make yourself cum baby”
His hand moves between your bodies down to your clit, his fingers rubbing the sensitive bud. “Oh” You gasped as your hips began to move, meeting all his thrust, “I’m gonna cum, don't stop”
“Go on, be a good girl, cum for me” Bucky moans as he moves your hands from your nipples and replaces his mouth, sucking and gently biting down. “Cum for me so I can fill you up and keep you stuffed with my cock”
The promise of him letting you cockwarm him while you were full of his cum set you off. Your thighs tightened as you came around his cock. Bucky followed quickly behind, his tongue flicking your nipples as his cum poured into you. 
You took a deep breath, coming down from the high of your orgasm. “Thank you” You breathlessly said as you rested your head on his shoulder. Bucky smiled and kissed your forehead and adjusted himself further inside you, fulfilling his promise, “anytime”
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becca-e-barnes · 10 months
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Limerence
Limerence: a state of mind resulting from romantic attraction, characterized by feelings of euphoria, the desire to have one's feelings reciprocated.
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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Word Count: 2.2K
Warnings: Angry/ hate sex, mention of an argument but nothing specific, unprotected sex, creampie, degradation, anal play, double penetration, one spank, vaginal fingering, mention of oral, just a little mirror stuff
Summary: I learned a new word last week and I chose to ignore its negative connotations. It's more fun that way.
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Life is cruel sometimes.
He’s standing over there wearing a cream coloured Hawaiian shirt with a blue floral pattern and, in spite of yourself, you very much want to jump on him.
You can’t look at him though.  You’re convinced that if you look at him, everyone will know.  They’ll know he’s kissed just about every inch of your body.  They’ll know that you crave the way he touches you.  They’ll know that bringing him to orgasm often feels more euphoric than your own climax.  And they absolutely can’t know that.
His poker face is better than yours.  The wry smirk on his slim lips when his gaze flits over to you momentarily won’t give the two of you away and just seeing him look at you like that is enough to make you question whether you possess a single ounce of self control.  He’s better at this than you are, no doubt about it.  There’s plenty you can learn from him.
'Are you still being a bitch?' The message flashes up on the watch on your wrist.  Holy fuck, this man is irritating.
You unlock your phone to respond to the message, your thumbs move quickly across the keyboard.  'That depends.  Are you going to admit you were wrong?'  You glance over at him and see that he’s ignoring those he had previously been engaged in conversation with, in favour of responding to you.  The conversation goes on without him and no one is any the wiser that it’s you he’s texting.
'I wasn’t wrong.'
'Then yes, I’m still a bitch.'
'I thought as much.  But so we’re clear; you made your point in that dress.  Even if you are painfully stubborn.'
'I’d rather be stubborn than wrong.'
'That’s cute.'  You watch him slip his phone back into the pocket of his shorts once he sends the message, re-engaging with the conversation that he’d been neglecting for the few short minutes in which he’d focused his attention on you.
You’re certain he knows how frustrating he is. Surely he must know.
You’ve been at an impasse for over a week and in all honesty, neither of you can really remember how the argument started.  Did it even really matter anymore?  It’s not even so much about the disagreement, now it’s about pride and who’s willing to sacrifice theirs first.
That’s the problem with being equally stubborn - neither of you want to be the one to give in.  At this stage though, sex has been off the table much longer than you would have liked.  Nothing makes you desperate quite like a lack of orgasms and while you can do it yourself, you’d be the first to admit that it’s not even nearly the same.
The way you touch your own body is so different to how he does.  Your touch is borderline clinical sometimes.  It’s methodical and calculated because really, you’re only working towards an end goal.  You focus on release more than pleasure and that’s fine.  You achieve what you need to and that’s enough but the way he touches you is so different.  
When he’s taking you apart he takes his time, touching you because he simply needs to.  It’s evident that he gets off on your pleasure just as much as you get off on his.  There’s never any rush, delivering sensations that you don’t have the time or patience to administer when you do it yourself.  Pleasure with him feels luxurious.  It’s hedonistic and intimate; a perfect blend of satisfying and tender.
It’s hard not to miss that: sex so good that it’s both too much and not enough all at once.
'Do you think anyone would notice if I slipped my hand under your dress?'  The next message flashing up on your watch feels like he must have read your mind.
Your eyes dart around the groups of people attending the small get-together, all engrossed in their conversations and sipping their drinks in various little huddles around the bar.
'I can’t imagine they would.  You could probably bend me over this table and fuck me right in front of them and no one would be any the wiser.'
'I’m sure they’d notice but it’s a nice thought all the same.'  You can tell he’s imagining it and now so are you.  You can almost feel his two large hands, one either side of your waist, holding you tight as he plunges his length into you.  ‘Shut up.’ He’d whisper, letting go of your waist with one hand to place the fingers in your mouth, silencing your little over-pleasured sobs.  ‘Unless you want all your friends to watch you cum for me.’
You shouldn’t really want that, should you?  You shouldn’t want an audience.  The truth is, you know people there want him.  They want to see him the way you get to see him and the possessive part of you that you didn’t know you had until now wants to make sure no one else gets that privilege.  
Arguing or not, his cock is yours.
'I’m leaving in 10.  You’re welcome to join me so long as you promise not to run your mouth again.  You’ll like my hotel room.'  It’s nice to see his resolve weakening first because you certainly weren’t up for accepting defeat.
'You should know me better by now.  Running my mouth is what I’m good at.  Send me the address.'  You shoot the text back and realise he’s wearing that same wry smirk as before.  The very same one that’s tugging at the corner of your own lips.
'Give yourself some credit.  I’ve found your mouth has some other great uses.'  He seems proud of himself, following up with the hotel’s address before starting to make his goodbyes to the group.
You take separate taxis and he’s waiting for you in the lobby.  You’re far enough away from the prying eyes that at least you can be seen speaking to each other now.
Neither of you say a whole lot in the short walk up to his room, letting the door click closed behind you before you start to speak.
But right as you set your bag down his lips are on yours, hot and insistent, his body pressing you flush against the door.
“You’re so fucking annoying.”  He groans, nipping your bottom lip between his teeth.  He cups your throat with one hand, holding you in place to begin sucking on the exposed side of your neck.
His mouth begins to trail lower but not before you tangle your fingers in his hair, pulling him back.
“You’re so much worse.”  You use as much of your strength as you can muster to push him back, leading him over to the bed, pressing him down onto it before straddling his lap.
Now it’s your turn, biting at his exposed throat, feeling his needy groans vibrate through his skin.  Undoing the first couple of buttons allows you enough space to nip and suck his collarbones, revelling in the way he melts into this.
He only gives in for a couple of minutes before he needs to feel like he’s back in control, holding your hips and flipping you both over so he’s got you pinned under him.
His hand trails up your thigh, pulling your dress up before two thick fingers sweep across your clothed sex. “You’re wet already.”  He muses, teasing you ever so gently.
“Incredible attention to detail, well done.”  You know you shouldn’t bite the hand and all but he’s a whole lot more fun when he’s angry.
“That mouth is going to get you in trouble some day.”  He’s smug as he withdraws his hand, delivering a gentle slap to your cunt.
It hurts in the most electric way, nerve endings lighting up at the painful stimulus and, in spite of yourself, you want him to do it again.
“Fuck, I didn’t think you’d like that.”  He sounds thrilled, delighted by a moan that you hadn’t even realised had escaped.  “Getting off on the way I slap your wet little cunt.  Do you know how fucked up that is?”  He shifts the thin cotton underwear out of the way, trailing his fingertip from your clit to your fluttering hole before pressing inside to the second knuckle.
“You take me like such a good girl.”  He muses, adding a second finger before pressing as deep as he can.  “It’s a shame you don’t act like one.”
“Maybe if you fucked me right, I’d act like one.”  You’re as quick to bruise his ego as he is to bruise yours.
“Ouch.”  He teases, curling his fingers inside you in the way he knows makes you see stars.  He fucks you perfectly and he knows it.  You act like a good girl when you want to.  You’re even.
“Are you even planning to fuck me?  Or maybe you just want to sit around and enjoy the sound of your own voice.”  It shouldn’t be so much fun to watch his face reflect his discontent but it really is.
“You.”  He begins before pulling your panties off, pushing your skirt up and arranging you on your hands and knees on the bed.  “Might be the most frustrating person I’ve ever met.”
You hear him undo his belt and zipper and a short while later, you feel the blunt head of his erection teasing your slit.
Now you understand why he thought you’d like this room.  The mirror strategically positioned right at the end of the bed lets you see his face, even in this position.
“I fucking better be.”  You tease, pressing your ass backwards, forcing his cock to slide into your eager cunt.  He meets you half way, thrusting the rest of the way into you with a force you only could’ve dreamed of.
“You are. So.  Damn.  Arrogant.”  He punctuates his sentence with equally powerful thrusts, his hand on the small of your back to hold you in place.
“And yet you’re still here, balls deep inside me.  Guess you don’t hate me that much.”  Your pride is short lived, establishing your own rhythm of thrusts that he eagerly meets.  Your fingers cling to the bedsheets, each rut into your body almost knocks the thoughts from your head.
He loses himself just as fast as you do.  You’re both far too pent up for this to last much longer.  Frustration bubbled over into lust and now it’s hit boiling point.
His body is yours to use just as much as yours is his.  
“You take me so well.”  You hear him groan and in the mirror you see him slip his thumb into his mouth before it disappears out of your view, pressing against the tight ring of muscle only he can see from this angle.
Oh.  You don’t often go there.
Your hesitation is short lived, the tip of his thumb presses inside you, slowly stretching out your tightest hole.
It feels amazing.  It’s a different type of fullness and when the initial discomfort subsides, you’re able to let yourself enjoy the sensation.
“I can feel myself inside you.”  He sounds almost broken and it’s delightful.  “Filling up both your pretty little holes.  I can’t last much longer.  Fuck, I’m so close.”
The stretch of his thumb in your ass is the only constant you’ve got with his cock slipping in and out of you.
Your own hand reaches down between your legs, rubbing your clit frantically, desperate to cum in time with him.
“Don’t you dare.”  You groan, watching him in the mirror.  “Don’t cum yet.”
He whines, his face screwed up in pleasure, doing his very best not to spill inside you just yet. At least this is one thing you can agree on.
“F-fuck, hurry up. I’m so close.”  He’s trying to maintain the same pace while holding himself back and you know it can’t be easy.
Your fingers graze your clit just right and before you know it, your moans are getting higher pitched, your holes fluttering around his cock and his thumb, squeezing both involuntarily as your orgasm takes over.  
It’s beyond intense.  There’s so much happening at once and within a few moments of your own climax, you feel your partner achieving his.  He’s pressed as deep inside you as possible, flooding your body with his release, groaning your name loud enough for his neighbours to hear.
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The following morning with the argument forgotten, everything feels right again.  The Hawaiian shirt he’d worn yesterday evening is draped over your shoulders, unbuttoned, giving him access to worship your breasts.  His cock slips in and out of you beautifully, soft gasps from both of you filling the crisp early morning air.  Your hands are planted on his broad chest and your fingers tease the soft curls of hair on his chest.  It’s hard not to feel like he’s engulfing you, rather than the other way around.  He’s beneath you, he’s inside you and with his shirt draped over you, all you can smell is him.
It’s incredible, as close to perfect as you’re willing to believe exists.  There’s no rush.  There’s nowhere either of you need to be.  One orgasm can bleed into another and you can spend as long as you like enjoying each other’s bodies.  
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stars-before-sunrise · 9 months
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(HCs) how they defend you from a random creepy guy at the bar
(joel miller, agent whiskey, bucky barnes, miguel o'hara, marc spector)
yes, they're so random, I know, but I can't help it, I'm attracted to all of them 😩
Joel Miller
"She said to back off." Joel glared at the obviously drunk man trying to buy you a drink and touch you in the most inappropriate of ways. Joel's eyes didn't look angry, but it left an I'll-take-this-butter-knife-and-slice-your-throat-with-it kind of impression. "And what're you gonna do, old man?" Joel didn't like that disrespecting tone he had. He took the butter knife and stabbed it on the bar counter. Right between the man's fingers. "Trust me, you don't wanna find out."
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Agent Whiskey
"Now that is no way to treat a lady." Whiskey appeared behind you, his hand on your lower back to tell you he's got you. There's no need to be scared anymore. He somehow managed to calm the guy down with his silver-tongue, or so he thought. The drunken man turned around to smash his beer bottle on Whiskey's head, but Whiskey's fast reflexes caught the bottle safely in his hand without breaking it. The man was soon escorted out of the bar. "What do you say we go have some real fun, darlin'?"
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Bucky Barnes
Bucky'd been watching the guy for a hot minute. He's had his suspicions, saw how he eyed women, picked a target, and the moment he approached you, Bucky knew he had to do something. He didn't even let the guy come close to you. Bucky just stood there, stopping him, with the deadliest glare anyone's ever seen. He didn't need to say anything, the guy knew to back off. Bucky then went to stand next to you, finally having the courage to start a conversation. And maybe buy you a drink.
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Miguel O'Hara
The drunk man had his arm around you despite you pushing him away. He was much bigger than you, and he was putting most of his weight on you. The man almost touched your face, and Miguel finally arrived at the bar, webbing the man's hand onto the counter. He towered over the drunk man, and there was an ominous silence. "I'm sorry I'm late." Miguel apologized to you. "Why don't we go somewhere else, princesa?" "But-" "Wait for me outside," Miguel urged you. "I need to take care of something real quick."
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Marc Spector
Marc was enjoying his own drink when he noticed you being bothered by an unwelcome drunk man. He was way older than you, and clearly disrespecting you by waving his money around. He was creating a scene as it is, and Marc really just wanted a quiet night, for once. Marc made his way across to where the drunk man was, and sat down next to him. Suspiciously close. "Can I help you with somethin'?" He asked, eyebrows raised. Marc looked at your very uncomfortable face and moved you behind him. "Yea, why don't you head out for now? It's getting late." The man scoffs and spits his beer in Marc's face. The man was laughing, but everyone in the bar wasn't. They might be fugitives, gang members, or even active criminals, but one thing's for sure, you don't mess with Marc Spector.
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* =18+. ^ = HCs/Replies/Blurbs/Non Fics. Other Lists.
Ghost
* Bump In The Night - Terzo & Omega - @copiousloverofcopia
Secondo + Secondo - @bethbruttenholm
^ Art - Copia - @mustluvecho
* Copia + Aether - @gasolineghuleh
* A Personal Ritual - Copia - @da-rulah
Forever - Primo - @silverofthunder
Secondo - @leezlelatch
Marvel
* S.M.S - Matt Murdock - @farfromstrange
* Frank Castle - @thyme-in-a-bubble
* Drunk On You - Matt Murdock - @peterman-spideyparker
Diaper Aisle - Dad!Bucky Barnes - @navybrat817
Other
* Incarnadine - Pero Tovar - @iamskyereads
* Funny Valentine - Quinn McKenna - @munsonownsmyass
* Drunk On You - Simon Riley - @thexsilentxwordsmith
Carmen Berzatto - @superhoeva
^ Moodboard - Jack Daniels/Agent Whiskey
Carmen Berzatto - @ohcaptains
Enjoy
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buckrecs · 1 year
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2022 Bucky Barnes Fic Rec 1
masterlist | req masterlist
All of them are COMPLETE Series.
✨ - fav fics
Status - Completed
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✨sunrise from @wkemeup
Veteran!Bucky x Librarian!Reader
After an explosion takes his arm and his only sense of belonging, Bucky is discharged from active duty and sent back to civilian life. Left with a storm of unchecked guilt, Bucky is content to live out the rest of his days in the hollow comfort of the dark. This is, until Sam drags him down to the local VA and he meets you. (Modern AU)
parent-teacher conference by @coffeecatsandcandles
Single Dad!Bucky x Teacher!Reader
James Barnes, a widowed single dad, had forgotten what love felt like and let it crush him, taking his daughter, Rebecca, with him. He was cold, rude, and arrogant, being one of the few teachers at Westview High School the students seemed to absolutely despise. But when you show up, a hopeful math teacher who’d previously taught Rebecca’s kindergarten class, and are adored by your students and colleagues- James’s attitude starts to change.
whatever it takes by @wienerbarnes
Bucky x Doctor!Reader Doctor AU
The Avengers recruit you, a medical genius of sorts, to help solve the case of an agent who is dying from an unknown illness. You seem to catch Bucky Barnes’ attention.
seven thirty by @nacho-bucky
Single Dad!Bucky x Reader
You were planning on a productive — if lonely — weekend, but the little girl across the hall has different ideas about how you and Bucky Barnes should be spending your time.
call me when you want by @bonky-n-steeb
Bucky x Reader
When you call a sex hotline with a need to be dominated you don’t expect to meet (or hear) someone as wonderful as James. but your life becomes a complicated mess as you already love your coworker, Bucky Barnes. however, you are unaware that they are actually the same person.
steel blue by @youlightmeupfinn
Professor!Bucky Barnes x Reader
When you experience the most intense night of the summer alongside Bucky, who you nickname Steel Blue, you weren't expecting to fall pregnant. When a positive pregnancy test meets your eyes a few days before school starts, you know it belongs to the man who you'd never see again. Until you walk into your Romanian Linguistics class and he's your professor.
✨heart and soul by @all1e23
Alpha!Bucky x Omega!Reader
Alphas only brought trouble. The only thing they are good for is bringing their Omega’s pain and forced submission. They were dangerous, reckless and cruel. There wasn’t an ounce of kindness in any of them.  She didn’t need an Alpha, and she certainly didn’t believe in that True Mates fairytale. That was just some fabricated fable Alphas made up to trick innocent doe-eyed Omegas. She wasn’t going to fall for that.  Not again.No Alpha would ever get her to believe that love truly exists. And then, James Buchanan Barnes walked into her life.
✨astrophile by @all1e23
Firefighter!Bucky x Reader Single Dad AU
Orion Rebecca Barnes's favorite thing in the whole world (besides her daddy of course) is spending hours after school in the bookstore by her house and the owner GIVES her any book she wants; she’s the coolest girl Orion has ever met.
✨swallow by @all1e23
Biker!Bucky x Reader
Since he was fifteen years old, Bucky Barnes has only been sure of two things; the club should be the most essential thing in his life, and he’d burn it all down for you.  
between the star by @all1e23
Bucky x Reader Past Steve x Reader Military AU
Struggling with the death of your husband, you find comfort in someone unexpected
the slip up by @justkending
Bucky x Single Mom!Reader
After a last hurrah to graduating college with a future to be a family practitioner, a little slip up happens… Seven years down the road, just when things just now seem to be going smoothly, Y/N approaches that slip up from all those years ago. She’s not looking for anything right now. She is just where she wants to be in life. It seems the universe has a different idea though. One called James Barnes.
✨the love club by @slyyywriting
Bucky x Mob!Reader
Bucky gets initiated into the mob life by accident. He wants out but only the owner can revoke his club membership.
the number one rule by @justkending
Bucky x Rogers!Reader
Y/N has always been seen as “Steve’s rambunctious sister.” However, she grew up, graduated, and moved to London to study abroad for 4 years and get her bachelor's degree. The girl that returns looks nothing like the teenager that left. But don’t worry, the attitude is still there and stronger than ever. What’s to come of the two grown adults that used to push each other's buttons, but now have a lot more in common than they’ve ever realized?
✨delicate edges by @wkemeup
Biker!Bucky x Florist!Reader
Your family’s beloved flower shop was not the only thing you inherited when your parents passed. Trapped under a mountain of debt to the Hydra club, you bear the cost of your father’s desperate bargain. It’s only in moments when the charming Bucky Barnes walks into your shop that you can forget the cruelty of the biker clubs of this town. But a war is brewing. The border is crumbling. You're trapped in the middle. And Bucky will stop at nothing to keep you safe.
not me by @simsadventures
CEO!Bucky x Wife!Reader
Billionaire/entrepreneur Bucky is married to seemingly timid and meek wife, the reader. While he hates her with all he has, she tried to act her part as the wife of the big CEO. And while their relationship falls apart more and more, they both realised there might be more to the story than they previously believed. Will they be able to repair the damage that’s been done, or will they find happiness in somebody else’s arms?
✨the perfect fit by @mypoisonedvine
Bucky x Tailor!Reader
bucky needs a new suit (or two) and gets a recommendation from his best frenemy, tony stark.  of course it would turn out that you were his tailor, and further, that bucky would be an awkward stumbling mess as soon as he’s anywhere near you.
seeing red by @mypoisonedvine
Bodyguard!Bucky x Celebrity!Reader
bucky used to brag that he didn’t have a celebrity crush, or really care about famous people at all, which is what made him the perfect person to start working for a celebrity like yourself.  except, of course, it’s just his luck that he’d fall for you.
the new recruit by @angstysebfan
Bucky x Reader
You and Bucky have a best friends with benefits relationship, since he is not the “relationship” type. Things go crazy when the new recruit shows up.
✨one last job by @sunriserose1023
Bodyguard!Bucky x Celebrity!Reader
Bucky Barnes is retired. He did a stint in the Army, did a stint as a Secret Service agent, even dabbled in the private sector, but that’s over. Now, he just wants to rest in the solitude he’s found in a cabin in the Adirondacks, with only his memories to get him through the sleepless nights.
✨pride and privacy by @adrinktostopyourthirst
Roommate!Bucky x Reader
Bucky works on himself as he gets used to a roommate. Turns out, she has a much better room than him and he crossed the line.
the right for you by @real-jane
Bucky x Reader Past Steve x Reader
steve leaves you to pursue a life with peggy. bucky is there to pick up the pieces, and build a life you never could've imagined in order to dream of it.
✨for the love of the game by @pellucid-constellations
College Athlete!Bucky x Reader
Bucky Barnes was a menace. NYU’s top baseball player, he was used to girls falling at his feet and could smooth talk his way out of just about anything. You hated him. He couldn’t figure out why. So when the novelty of weekend parties and quick hookups finally wore off—and his feelings for you began to grow—he made it his mission to fix it.
✨undisclosed by @pellucid-constellations
Lumberjack!Bucky x Reader
Desperate to outrun a secret that could cost you your life, you seek refuge in a small mountain town. Its deep forests and small cabins make it the perfect place to hide, but the travel website hadn’t mentioned anything about the quiet, burly lumberjack that wouldn’t leave your thoughts. No one had warned Bucky about you either.
fragments by @subwaysurf45
Bucky x Reader
You always had a soft spot for innocent people who were viewed as monsters, must have been something in your blood. Nothing changed when you were assigned as the new handler for the Winter Soldier, he had just killed his previous one and you happened to be there at the right time to fill in. But what happens when you meet him years later?
wrong choice right places by @mvtthewmurdvck
Mob!Bodyguard!Bucky x Reader
never wanting to work for him or protect his fiancé, falling for you was the last thing he should do—especially when his boss was zemo, who now ran most of the city.
✨mess is mine by @scrumptious-delusion
Boxer!Bucky x Reader
as a date night surprise, your boyfriend takes you to a boxing match. little does he know, one of the competitors is responsible for breaking your heart five years ago and an accidental encounter is about to send your whole world spinning.
no day but today by @buckysfaveplum
Bucky x Reader
He’s more than content to lock himself away from everyone in the cold emptiness of his apartment. However, the girl in the apartment above him seems to have other plans. The girl who paints on the fire escape and climbs down through his window. The girl who he can’t seem to get enough of.
✨southpaw by @gogolucky13
Boxer!Bucky x Reader
Tied up in the criminal world your godfather has built, you have no reason to leave, until you find one in the man they call Southpaw.
✨ghost of you by @gogolucky13
Bucky x Reader
Bucky has worked hard to come to terms with his past and enjoy the new life he’s been given. But his mind is still plagued by nightmares of what he’s done and by the face of an unknown woman. What happens when the team is tasked with recovering another Winter Solider, causing Bucky’s past and present to collide in the form of the woman from his dreams?
nostalgia for the new by @real-jane
Bucky x Agent!Reader
bucky meets you because of your exquisite taste in music, and he finds in you a solace he didn't realize was possible. you create for bucky something he's never found before: nostalgia for a time that hasn't happened yet, and hope for a future where he might be loved.
✨to have & to hold by @slyyywriting
Single Dad!Bucky x Mob!Reader
Bucky is trying his best to provide and care for his daughter who just entered first grade. Everything was alright until she asks why everyone else seems to have a mom except for her. You’re just a plain mob boss who wants to turn a new leaf. Challenges arise when the world refuses to let you take a softer, non-violent route. A little girl helps you navigate a compromise.(Single Dad!Bucky)
safe with me by @bitsandbobsandstuff
Bodyguard!Bucky x Reader
When an unknown threat enters your life, protection is offered at the highest level. As Bucky Barnes comes into your life, the game changes, and you realise falling for the man tasked with keeping you safe is the last thing you expected.  
teacher’s favorite by @suitk0via
Single Dad!Bucky x Teacher!Reader
You are first grade teacher and Bucky is a single dad who wants to be involved with everything his little girl - Elaine - does. He’s the dad all the parent’s and faculty drool over. You quickly become Elaine's favorite teacher and Bucky's just gotta meet you.
✨stuck wit u by @slyyywriting
Bucky x Avenger!Reader
You and Bucky don’t get along. Your fights have become too destructive so Tony and Steve decide that enough is enough.
touch of ink by @deamstellarus
Tattoo Artist!Bucky x Reader
After a breakup with your ex, you decided to move to the small town where your long-time friend Sam lives, hoping for a change of pace and starting a new chapter in your life. You were prepared for a slower paced lifestyle, quaint diners, and a change of scenery. However, you didn't expect to be swept off your feet by two stunning pairs of blue-grey eyes.  
✨paper walls by @writingcroissant
Neighbor!Bucky x Reader
Your apartment happens to be right next to Bucky's, heads only separated by a paper-thin wall, leading to you witnessing every second of his nightmares. Although, bonding over your late night conversations, you seem to forget that you never even saw him before.    
✨leave this town by @avengerofyourheart
Mechanic!Bucky x Reader
Your dreams of kissing your small town life goodbye are about to come true when an unexpected detour leaves you stranded. Meeting the handsome local mechanic has you rethinking your plans. Perhaps happiness is less about where you’re headed and more about the people you meet along the way.
✨the world of our own by @shreddedparchment
Bucky x Reader Castaway AU
You and a man named Bucky crash land on a deserted island. Can the two of you come together and make it until rescue comes? After you begin to fall for the mysterious Bucky Barnes, will you even want to be rescued?
yours, mine, ours by @coffeecatsandcandles
Single Dad!Bucky x Single Mom!Reader
Bucky Barnes has been raising his girls, Rebecca and Winnie, for the last two years. He'd lost all hope of falling in love again until he met you, a pediatrician with two children of your own- Elliot and Willow. He falls in love and he falls hard, but the challenges of being single parents still weigh on you both at times. Luckily, you'll always have each other.
we’ll meet again by @coffeecatsandcandles
Bucky x Reader
You fell in love with Bucky Barnes in 1940. He was your everything, until he was taken from you. You’ll meet him again, just not in the way either of you expected…
✨run to me by @sgtjbuccky
Mob!Bucky x Reader
In where you’ve always had a habit of ending up in situations you shouldn’t, and when you caught the eye of the man who ran New York, Bucky Barnes, your life changed. They warned you about him, but the one thing they never warned you about was how you’d always want to run to him.
trick question by @nacho-bucky
Bucky x Reader Modern AU
It’s a weekly battle of wills for Bucky and the Reader, as they navigate the stunning pressure that is pub trivia. Can these obdurate opponents find any middle-ground?
the diner by @bolontiku
Bucky x Reader Modern AU
Working at a diner as a waitress, struggling to make bills and take care of the kid your sister left you, one night you meet James.
relax by @kinanabinks
Bucky x Reader
Things with Bucky are easy, and he's the sweetest guy you've been with. But when you throw in a bitter roommate and untold secrets, things get real hard, real fast.
old souls @thedevilwearsvibranium
Bucky x Reader
Your aunt runs an antique shop in the lower parts of Manhattan, and asks you to work in her shop once a week. You happily take the job, but then on your first day you have a strange encounter with an unusual customer - Bucky Barnes, the Winter Soldier. Things ensue as the two of you end up becoming friends - and maybe even more - as you reminisce about the old things that you love as well as your mysterious pasts.
breaking the rules by @redgillan
Bucky x Reader Modern AU
You hate James Barnes with a burning passion and the feeling is entirely mutual. Just when you think things can’t get any worse, you are tricked into attending his sister’s wedding as his girlfriend. Stuck with a bunch of strangers, you come up with a set of rules that are not going to last long.
time after time by @justsomebucky
Neighbor!Bucky x Reader
AU. When the reader’s parents divorce, her mother moves her to a new  town, right next door to Bucky Barnes. This is their love story.
just a touch by @buckychrist
Bucky x Enhanced!Reader
Your powers? Controlling any feeling a human can have, from emotions to pain, with a simple brush of your fingertips. Your mission? The traumatized soldier with sad stricken eyes and scream filled nightmares.  
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marvelflame2010 · 1 year
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Steve: Why is Bucky lying face first on the ground?
Y/n: I kissed him on the check
Bucky: My life is now complete
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firegal19 · 1 year
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Peter: *sneaks back into the tower through the window at 3:33 am*
Bucky: *flicking on the lights and turning around in his chair* Care to explain where you have been?
Peter: Uh…I was with Miss Y/n!
Y/n twirling around in her own chair: Nice try, answer correctly
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eat-limes-bitches · 9 months
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A Sky Full of Ghosts
PAIRING: Female Avenger! Reader x  Bucky Barnes
SUMMARY:  “Did- did I ever tell you that the sky is full of ghosts?” “No, no you didn’t darling. What does that mean?”
SONG
WARNINGS: ANGST! Like omg so much angst but it has a happy ending, mentions of death, dying, blood, gunshot wound, violence, Sad! Bucky
Word Count: 1375
A/N: Hi! Would you like to be sad? EXCELLENT. I love this song and then I remember a documentary I watched a long time ago talking about the stars being ghosts and it all just clicked together.
Words in bold are song lyrics.
Enjoy! <3
Divider by Rookthorne
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It was pure chaos. What was supposed to be a simple in and out mission ended up being an all out war, a war where Sam, Bucky, and Y/n were losing. Y/n and Bucky were fighting side by side as they always did and Sam was in the air trying to draw the fire away from the two on the ground so they could get away. Eventually there was an opening, “Buck, Y/n go! I'll keep them distracted then meet you at the jet!” “Roger!” Y/n called out before she was being drug away by Bucky towards the woods.  The pair ran and ran until they eventually came to a stop, with Bucky letting go of Y/n’s hand. “We made it, darlin’, now we just have to wait for Sam.” Bucky huffed out as he was trying to catch his breath. When there was no response from his partner he turned around to see Y/n just standing there, hands clutching at her stomach. “Doll?” Bucky called out concerned, taking a step towards her. She looked up at Bucky and he noticed how pale her face was. “Y/n? What's wrong?” He was panicking now. She slowly removed her hands revealing the ever growing dark patch on her tac-suit. “I- uh. I think I’ve been hit.” 
As soon as the words left her mouth, her legs gave out and she fell to her knees. Bucky’s eyes widened and he rushed forward, sliding onto his knees in front of her. “No, no no no..” Bucky was frantic, pulling her down to lay her head in his lap. Her face was rapidly losing color and her eyes were barely open. Brushing a hand over her face Bucky called out, “H-hey don’t, don’t close your eyes. Look at me baby, look at me.” She blinked lazily before looking up at Bucky’s face. She smiled softly at him before speaking, “Did- did I ever tell you that the sky is full of ghosts?” Bucky shook his head, “No, no you didn’t darling. What does that mean?” If he were a stronger man he’d be telling her to stop talking, try to save her breath until Sam got there, but Bucky wasn’t strong when it came to her. He was weak and selfish and he just wanted her talking so he could prove to himself that she was still alive. “When a star dies, we don’t see it right a-away.” She said, her breathing becoming labored. “The stars are so far away that their light takes a long time to reach us” She took a shuttery breath, the air not quiet filling up her lungs, “So even though they are long gone, we still see their light.” She smiled up at Bucky, “A-and since the universe is forever, and nothing stops light, their ghosts continue to travel through all eternity.” Her body shuddered as air tried to reach her failing lungs.  She reached up and placed a hand on Bucky’s face causing him to bring up his own and hold it against his skin. Her skin was so cold, a stark contrast to the warmth she always brought him. “I think that light was meant just for you, Buck.” “W-what makes you say that?” He tried to reply as he choked on a sob. She smiled, “It’s so amazing that we exist at all, and the fact that y-you’ve been around for so long, “She gasped, trying to get air in, “I-I th-think that m-means that th-there is something you are st-still supposed to s-see.” Her breathing was growing shallow and erratic now. “Bucky I-I~” Bucky brought her body impossibly closer to hers, “Shh doll, it’s ok, I-It’ll be ok. Sam will be here s-soon”  He sputtered out through his sobs. She locked eyes with him and gave him one last smile before her eyes slipped closed and her grasp went limp.
Bucky startled awake with a gasp, his sheets sticking to him as he tried to control his breathing. It had been 2 weeks since Y/N was shot on that awful mission. After she lost consciousness in his arms, Bucky was inconsolable. Sam got there just moments after and was able to take her limp form away from Bucky and back to the compound where they were able to stabilize her. It was still touch and go for the first few days, she even coded a few times but they were able to bring her round again. The only thing now was that she was in a coma, her body trying to heal the major trauma. He had been by her side the entire time until Sam finally drug him out of the room saying “She wouldn’t want to see you like this man, take a shower, get some sleep, then come back.” He did as he was told, too tired to put up much of a fight. Glancing at the clock, he realized how late/early it was and figured he probably wouldn’t be able to get anymore sleep. Pulling himself out of bed, he trudged through the halls until he found himself in the familiar room that he had been spending the past two weeks in.
 She looked so lifeless, but Doctor Cho reassured him that she was doing better since she didn’t need to be on life support anymore but he wouldn’t be convinced until she opened her eyes. He pulled up the little plastic chair to the edge of the bed and sat down, taking her hand in his. Her skin was warm to the touch now but he couldn’t get the sensation of how cold it was when her eyes closed out of his head. Bucky cleared his throat, “Uhm, hi doll.” He winced at how rough his voice was from sleep but he continued, “I don’t know if you can hear me, but the doc said that talkin’ to ya might help you come around, and at this point I’m pretty desperate.” He chuckled. “Do you remember the last conversation we had? ‘Cause I can get it out of my head.” “You taught me the courage of stars before you left. How light carries on endlessly, even after death.” He felt his eyes burning but he had cried so much that here was nothing left, just the stinging discomfort. “With shortness of breath you explained the infinite, and how rare and beautiful it is to even exist.” Bucky chuckled softly to himself, shaking his head, “I tried to write it down, but I could never find a pen. I'd give anything to hear you say it one more time: That the universe was made just to be seen by my eyes.” He leaned forward and rested his forehead on the edge of the bed, “Please darlin’.”
 It was the deep breath that didn’t come from him that first caught his attention then it was  the gentle squeeze of his hand. He snapped his head up so fast that he made himself dizzy but it was worth it to see her eyes open for the first time since she went down in the field. She rolled her head to the side slowly and met Bucky’s gaze and smiled at him, “Do you have a pen now?” Her voice was rough and rocky but to Bucky, he had never heard a more beautiful sound. He choked on a sob and pressed his head back onto the bed, savoring the way her fingers gently moved their way up into his hair. “I’m sorry, love.” She said, causing Bucky to lift his head up shaking it violently, “No darlin’ you have nothing to be sorry for.” He stuttered, pressing her hand to his face, “I was just so scared. I thought I lost you.” “Well I’m here now,” She whispered, patting the open space next to her on the bed, which Bucky scrambled to occupy. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into him so that her head lay on his chest. Breathing in her scent he found himself relaxing for the first time in weeks. “Can you tell me about the stars again?” He asked softly, causing Y/n to smile, “Well, the sky is full of ghosts…”
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let’s get married
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series masterlist
summary: an undercover mission is nothing new for you or bucky. however, using the cover of a newly-wed couple is.
pairing: bucky barnes x agent!female reader
warnings: swearing, humour, fluff 🥺, mention of: murder, injuries, knives, and blood.
length: 4.1k
a/n: third part in the little bird series. written for my 3k celebration, the prompt is bolded. don’t hold the accuracy of the russian against me, i just used google ✌.
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You peek up at Bucky out of the corner of your eye. 
His gaze is focused on Charlie as they deliver the mission briefing you’re too preoccupied to listen to.
This is the first time you’ve seen Bucky in six weeks.
The first time you’ve seen him since he sent you a whole basket full of flowers.
The first time you’ve seen him since realising you love him - that you’re in love with him.
No big deal.
As always, Bucky’s thick beard is neatly trimmed in the shape of his jawline, while his long hair is tied in a bun at the base of his neck. Gazing lower, you admire how the short sleeve of Bucky’s shirt stretches around his muscled right bicep that you’re eye level with and fight back a longing sigh.
Bucky’s hot. You’ve appreciated that fact since the start of your partnership.
Of course you’ve dabbled in a fantasy or two in the privacy of your bedroom, long before your recent revelation. You’re only human. A human with hormones and desires. 
I get horny, okay?
In hindsight, you should have realised those harmless daydreams were the product of something bigger. Of something you were deliberately ignoring until it slapped you in the face, smelling like flowers.
You can’t help but wonder how Bucky - the man who takes everything in stride, would react if you just blurted out those three words to him right here, in the middle of a mission rundown.
I love you.
“What?”
The world comes to a screeching halt with cartoon sound effects as you’re wrenched out of your thoughts so violently someone might as well have poured freezing cold water over your head. 
Darting your gaze back to Bucky’s face you’re relieved to see his attention is still directed at Charlie, meaning you didn’t accidentally declare your love for him out loud.
But if Bucky wasn’t speaking to you, that means he was speaking to Charlie.
He’s never spoken to a handler before, and not only that, he sounded…
Dismayed.
“What?” You repeat urgently, needing to know what was said.
You’re witnessing world history. Nothing fazes Bucky. Your first mission together well and truly proved that.
What’s the number for the Guiness World Record people?
Charlie looks from Bucky to you with a raised eyebrow. “I said, you’ll be using the cover of a newly-wed couple.”
“What?”
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[THAT AFTERNOON]
Number seven of Daisy Court sits at the very end of a cul-de-sac and is essentially a copy-and-paste of every other house on the street.
The two-storey house is grey with white trimming and a dark, wooden front door. The concrete driveway you currently stand on leads to a one-car garage, while a pathway veering off to the left takes you up to the front porch.
The lawn is a vivid green and if you were to pull out a ruler you’re certain every blade of grass would be the Homeowners Association approved length of two inches.
For the foreseeable future, this is home.
Turning your head to the right, you look up at your new husband.
“Welcome home, honey.”
The lame joke only earns you some side-eye.
Along with the new house and husband are the names, Elise and James Prescott. At first you didn’t think it fair that Bucky got to keep his name but you dropped the subject when he - unlike you, was forced to undergo a make-over.
Bucky’s beard exists only in memory now.
His hair has been shortened and styled to curl around his ears, thick and fluffy. Every time your gaze lands on it your fingers twitch with the urge to feel.
The short hair and clean-shaven face make Bucky seem younger and less over life. 
Well, when he’s not frowning at least.
“Hello neighbours!”
Oh boy.
You and Bucky share a look.
Spinning around, you showcase a megawatt smile. “Hi!”
A man in his early thirties jogs up to you both with a friendly grin. “My wife is gonna be so mad she missed your arrival,” He laughs “She baked lemon bars for the occasion.”
Sean Weaver.
You recognise him from the surveillance photos in your information packet. One of the mission’s two main targets.
“Oh, that’s so sweet of her.” You croon, holding out your hand. “I’m Elise and this is my husband, James.”
My husband, James.
Your heart pounds out a sporadic rhythm at those words.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, I’m Sean.”
For a married man, Sean’s eyes linger a little too long in all the wrong places as he shakes your hand.
When he accepts Bucky’s hand next his face pinches into a slight wince.
It’s at that moment a car pulls up along the curb and an over-excited woman exits from the driver’s seat.
“Don’t tell me I almost missed the first introduction!”
Betty Weaver.
The mission’s other main target.
“Hello, hello,” The redhead grins, rushing up to wrap you in a hug. “I’m Betty, it’s so nice to meet you!”
Sean laughs at his wife’s enthusiasm. “Pumpkin, this is Elise and her husband, James.”
Betty releases you from her death grip, only to target Bucky next. 
You can’t stop the laugh that shoots out of you when Bucky’s face momentarily displays his horror before falling unreadable once more as the smaller woman squeezes him.
Thankfully she steps back after only a moment, falling into her husband’s side.
“It’s been so long since we’ve had fresh faces around here.” Sean states.
Betty nods in agreement before asking “How long have you two been married?”
“A week.” You smile, wrapping your hands around Bucky’s closest bicep and pressing the side of your face into it.
This is how couples act, right?
A gasp, “Newly-weds, that’s so sweet!” A squeal, “Is this your first house?”
“It is.” You grin.
Leaning forward to poke Bucky’s chest, Betty orders “Don’t forget to carry her over the threshold mister.”
“I’m sure he was planning on it before I interrupted.” Sean chuckles goodnaturedly, looking down at his wife. “How about we leave the newly-weds to it?”
Betty pouts, but nods. “We’ll get properly acquainted once you’ve settled in.” She promises.
“I look forward to it.” You beam back.
“Well, until then neighbours.” Sean nods, ushering Betty back to her car. 
You wave goodbye, one hand still around Bucky’s bicep as you allow him to lead you towards the house.
Three steps take you up onto the front porch and before you can even comment on Betty’s words, Bucky effortlessly sweeps you off your feet, cradling you in his arms bridal style. Instinctively, your arms loop around his neck, bringing your faces close together.
A squeal in the distance tells you the Weaver’s are still watching.
However, it’s hard to focus on anything when Bucky’s dark blue eyes are level with yours and only inches away. The back of his neck is warm against your forearm, and you can’t get over the feel of his bare skin on yours.
When Bucky speaks, his voice is low and rough. “Keys.”
Right.
Keeping your right arm around his neck, you dig the house keys out of your back jean pocket with your left hand. Bucky bends down when you get them free, allowing you to unlock the door and push it open.
He doesn’t straighten until he’s passed under the door frame and then he uses his foot to close the door behind him, blocking out the Weaver’s prying eyes.
Bucky lowers you to the floor slowly, waiting until you’re sure-footed before letting you go. 
A tense, unfamiliar air lingers between the two of you.
“Well,” You scratch at the back of your neck “I think that went well.”
Bucky hums, watching you.
You’ve never struggled to fill a silence before, but suddenly something that’s so natural for you seems so hard.
C’mon, think of the mission. There’s gotta be something you can -
“Betty seems so nice, it’s hard to believe she’s murdered like fifteen people.”
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[THE NEXT MORNING]
You find Bucky standing on the porch, looking out at the quiet neighbourhood as the morning sun breaks over the horizon.
A frown is etched between his eyebrows as he glares at the road.
“What did the street ever do to you?” You mumble sleepily, holding out a cup of coffee. 
Bucky looks down at the drink, his eyes flicking to yours for a moment before he accepts the mug and stares at the road again.
“I hate cul-de-sacs, there’s only one way out and the people are kind of weird.” Bucky answers.
That has to be one of the longest sentences he’s ever spoken.
“Really? But everything about you screams suburbia.” You reply sarcastically.
Bucky’s mouth twitches.
“So…” Don’t ask, don’t ask. “I guess that means, you know,” Do not ask. “The whole wife and kids thing doesn’t appeal to you then.”
The mug pauses for a second on its journey to Bucky’s mouth before continuing. You watch as he takes a large sip and wonder if he’s going to respond.
Suddenly his dark blue eyes are piercing into you. “Do I have to like cul-de-sacs to want that?”
Why am I flushing?
“No, of course -”
“Morning neighbours!”
You both turn to see Betty jogging in place near your letterbox, waving eagerly.
“Morning!” You smile, waving back.
Grinning, Betty continues on her run. 
Bucky twists around and heads back inside, sighing “I gotta get ready for work.”
Right.
James Prescott is an accountant at a local firm where he works five days a week from eight in the morning until five in the afternoon, like a good, upstanding American citizen.
You try not to laugh too much at the image of Bucky in a small office, surrounded by chatty co-workers and demanding customers. 
As funny as it is, you can’t help but feel a little bad, having struck the better end of the deal once again.
Elise Prescott is an aspiring author and with her husband’s steady income, a stay at home wife.
Meaning, pretty much all of the mission’s reconnaissance falls solely on you.
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Biting your lip, you try and fail to hold back your smile. 
“Goodbye honey.”
With his back to the street and any spying neighbours, Bucky doesn’t hide his glare. “маленькая птица,” He warns quietly.
“Have the best day at work.” You continue, speaking louder than you normally would because you’re positive people are listening in.
Unable to resist, you raise your right hand and lightly tap his cheek. “Go make those numbers your bitch.”
Closing his eyes, Bucky inhales very, very deeply.
Your giggle has his eyes popping back open.
Okay, I’ve tormented the poor man enough.
Rocking up on your toes, you press a kiss to the clean shaven cheek you just tapped. “Bye.” You say more earnestly as you take a step away from him and the car. 
Bucky studies you for a moment before climbing into the car and driving away. You wave until his car has disappeared down the street.
For just a second, the whole charade almost feels real.
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[THREE DAYS LATER]
People always underestimate how boring and tedious undercover missions can be. 
Since Bucky isn’t home for nine hours each weekday, you spend your days alone, re-reading the same information about your targets while staking them out.
You’ve introduced yourself to the neighbours that border you - the Weaver’s and the Newman’s, and they’ve introduced you to their neighbours and so forth.
Each day you take two walks around Daisy Court. The first in the morning after you see Bucky off to work and the second in the evening, just before Bucky returns home.
It’s a good way to make observations, start conversations, and familiarise yourself with everyone’s routines - particularly the Weaver’s.
Sean works from home, which means you’ve had no chance to snoop, but Betty has been your saving grace. Though she works in the city, she’s home by four every afternoon and she always joins you on your evening walks. It’s easy to pull snippets of useful information from her and today she provides you with the best news yet.
“After weeks of nagging him, he’s finally booked a doctor’s appointment.” 
“Good!” You exclaim, “It’s always better to be safe than sorry.”
“Exactly!” Betty nods. “I’ll let you know what the doctor says tomorrow afternoon, his appointment is at quarter to two.”
No one will be home.
The two of you reach your driveway just as Bucky pulls in.
Glancing down at her watch, Betty sighs “I wish Sean was as punctual as your man.”
You don’t need to look at the time to know it’s exactly 5:15.
The driver’s door opens and Bucky’s long legs swing out before the rest of his towering body unfolds from the car. 
Betty nudges you forward with a grin like she does every afternoon and you give her an eye-roll over your shoulder but approach your husband nonetheless.
“Hi honey.”
You know there’s a chance Bucky might kill you once this mission is over for all you’ve put him through while the neighbours are watching, but you’re having way too much fun to consider stopping. 
“How was work?”
Bucky’s left eye twitches at your question as he shuts the car door and that makes you feel bad.
Sitting in a cubicle and being surrounded by people is going as well as one would imagine for him.
Leaning up on your toes, you press your now usual kiss to his cheek.
Bucky’s shoulder’s drop just slightly. “It was fine sweetheart.” He mumbles, placing a hand on your lower back.
Sweetheart?
Nodding at Betty, Bucky steers the two of you up to the house.
You’re too dazed to turn around and wave goodbye.
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[THE NEXT AFTERNOON]
Peering out one of the second floor windows, you watch as Sean’s car disappears down the street. You’ve been on pins and needles all day waiting for him to leave for his appointment. 
Time to shine.
Rushing to your backyard, you use a strategically placed garden statue to boost yourself over the fence and into the Weaver’s backyard.
Using a lock pick to open their back door, you enter cautiously. 
Once you’re certain there’s no alarms for you to trip, you begin scouring the house. The layout is identical to your own and when you eventually wind up in the office upstairs it’s like striking gold.
You take pictures of every document outlining transactions, shippings, and other incriminating information. Every photo is automatically uploaded to a secure server. 
Just as you’re flicking through a notepad for any useful scribbles, you hear the front door shut.
Fuck.
Looking down at your watch, the numbers 2:07 glare back at you.
Seriously?
Of course Sean Weaver would have the world’s quickest doctor’s appointment.
Alright, think.
The office is probably one of the first places Sean will go to so you can’t risk slipping out now in the hopes of getting around him to head for the back door. Turning to the window behind you, you push it open and analyse the drop.
Nope.
However, the trim that goes around the house exterior just below the window is thick enough for you to stand on with the tips of your toes - it’s a risk though.
The sound of Sean’s footsteps on the stairs makes the decision easy.
Straddling the windowsill, you dangle your right leg out and lower it until your foot makes contact with the trim. Gripping the house exterior with your right hand and the window frame with your left, you swing the rest of your body out, placing your left foot beside your right on the trim.
Using your left hand, you pull the window close.
Okay.
Your whole body shakes with the effort of holding yourself on the small ledge. Your hands are sweating and there’s no real purchase on the house wall, just the small grooves in the panelling that you grip at with your fingertips.
It shouldn’t surprise you that you slip.
Somehow you keep the scream trapped in your throat as you fall.
Miraculously, you manage to grab the trimming you had been standing on, effectively halting your descent. However, the sudden stop jars your arms and causes your body to swing into the house.
You knew there was no real chance of you hanging there long with your weakened arms, but now your drop to the ground isn’t as great - but fuck does it hurt.
It’s your knees that absorb the impact of the fall before you land on your left side with a thump. If it had been grass beneath you it wouldn’t have been so bad. Of course, It’s just your luck that you’ve fallen into a garden bed of pebbles, your forehead connecting with the sharp edge of one.
With no time to waste, you crawl as fast as you can to the fence.
There’s no advantage of a boost this time around, so you jump as high as you can, grasping at the top of the fence with both hands. Using all of your remaining strength, you heave yourself up and over.
You drop unceremoniously on the other side, having no energy to slowly lower yourself to the ground.
This particular fall doesn’t hurt as much, the grass making for a much softer landing.
In the safety of your backyard, you lay unmoving on your side, trying to catch your breath as your body throbs all over. 
That was close. 
Too close.
You tell yourself you’ll get up on the count of three and when you miss that cue, you count to three again, then again, then again -
Bucky will be home in three hours.
Waiting for him sounds like a much better plan.
“Y/N.” 
The voice is unmistakable, making you frown.
Holy shit, that was a fast three hours.
“маленькая птица.” The edge of panic is clear in Bucky’s tone as you hear him drop to the ground beside you before rolling you onto your back.
“Hi honey.”
Bucky releases a rough exhale you think might have been a laugh if he wasn’t so concerned. 
“You’re bleeding, what happened?” His words are sharp, demanding an answer. 
Just as your mouth opens to give one, Bucky’s lifting you into his arms for the second time this week.
God, I could get used to this.
“Y/N.”
Oh right.
“Sean came home earlier than I expected.”
Bucky’s grip tightens around you as you recount your less than stellar escape.
“How come you’re home early?” You ask after you’ve finished.
Instead of answering you, Bucky lowers you onto the bed you’ve been sharing and then disappears into the bathroom.
Groaning, you sit yourself up on the edge of the mattress. “I got some really good intel.” You call out to him.
Bucky re-emerges with a handful of first aid supplies that he places next to you on the bed.
Crouching between your legs, he pulls a knife out of -
Where did he just pull that out of?
Also, “What are you -”
“Stay still.”
Before he’s even finished speaking, Bucky’s slicing his knife up the right leg of your jeans, from ankle to thigh. 
He does the same to the left leg of your jeans, displaying your knees for his perusal. They’re red and already starting to bruise, but there’s no blood.
Ignoring the tingle his slashing sent up your spine, you say “You know, you could’ve just asked me to take them off.”
You’re starting to wonder how hard you hit your head and if you’re actually speaking as Bucky once again doesn’t respond, instead turning his attention to your arms. 
Bucky wraps a hand around each of your wrists, raising them above your head to scrutinise your forearms and hands. They’re scratched up real good and bleeding lightly.
The next ten or so minutes pass by quietly as Bucky cleans your scratches with careful movements.
He leaves the cut on your forehead last. 
Bucky’s metal hand cups your right cheek, the cold sensation an odd contradiction to the seemingly normal looking human hand you can see, courtesy of a cloaking device from Stark Industries for undercover missions like this one.
He cleans the cut above your left eyebrow as gently as he can but the pressure still causes you to wince.
Dark blue eyes cut to yours for a moment before focusing back on your injury.
You’re thankful for how lethargic your intense escape has made you, because if you were in an alert state right now you know your heart would be beating furiously at Bucky’s contact and close proximity.
Something he would’ve heard clear as day.
In fact, you’re feeling so lethargic your eyelids are beginning to droop.
“Hey,” Bucky murmurs “You with me?”
You hum, “Just tired.”
His metal thumb brushes over your cheek as he keeps working on your cut. “Gonna have to stay awake for a while, ‘til I know you’re okay.”
Eyes still closed, you huff.
“I’ll make you pasta for dinner.”
Your eyes shoot open at that and Bucky’s mouth tilts up in reaction.
“With garlic bread?” You ask hopefully.
Bucky’s nod makes you beam.
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With a full stomach and Bucky’s permission to finally sleep, you crawl under the soft, white sheets of the king sized bed.
Curling onto your side facing Bucky, your eyes fall shut instantly, tiredness washing over you.
Reaching up, you gingerly touch the bandage Bucky placed over the cut on your forehead and your heart warms as you recall how he tended to you this afternoon.
“I never thanked you for the flowers.” You whisper suddenly into the darkness.
Despite calling Bucky not even an hour after you received them, you never said the words “thank you”. It had been the sole purpose of your call, but for some reason you couldn’t get the words out, couldn’t acknowledge what he’d done.
Acknowledging the flowers scared you, because it also felt like acknowledging your love for him - to him.
“You didn’t need to.” Is his simple reply.
“I did,” You disagree “They were beautiful Bucky, I… No one’s ever given me flowers before.”
The admission feels intimate, and you suppose it is. If you weren’t in such a drowsy state you wouldn’t be saying any of this.
When Bucky doesn’t respond after a couple of minutes you stop fighting the urge to sleep.
“Я куплю тебе столько цветов, сколько ты захочешь, маленькая птица.”
Already drifting off, you mumble “English.”
There’s a short pause.
“I’ll buy you as many flowers as you want, little bird.”
You fall soundly asleep at that moment, the confession heard only in your dreams.
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[THE NEXT MORNING]
Pulling out a thick wad of junk mail from the letterbox, you close and lock the small hatch. 
“Morning neighbour.”
Forcing a smile, you turn to face Sean as he approaches. He’s shirtless, wearing only long pyjama pants.
Meh. Seen better.
“Hey Sean.”
Coming to a stop in front of you, he leans against your letterbox. “Any plans for the weekend?”
“Um,” You make a thoughtful expression “I’m not sure, I haven’t asked James yet.”
Grinning, Sean states “Being newly-weds, I think the plan would be obvious.” Leaning closer to point at the bandage on your forehead, he winks “Though it looks like maybe you’re getting a little too wild.”
Jesus.
You can’t decide whether to knee him in the balls or punch him in the nose, which sums up almost every interaction you’ve had with Sean.
The guy is a serious creep, something his file failed to mention.
You’re thinking of a response when a large hand slides over your right hip, settling on your stomach and pressing you back into a hard body.
Oh.
“Morning Sean.” There’s nothing friendly in Bucky’s tone.
Without waiting for a response, Bucky’s other hand weaves into your hair and tilts your head back until your eyes lock with his.
“I thought I told you to stay in bed.” He husks.
You’re certain your eyes bulge out of your head. 
It’s a good thing Bucky doesn’t expect a reply because there is not a single thought in your head. Just that sentence in that tone repeating over and over.
Fantasy fuel.
“Back inside.”
Yessiree.
Giving Sean a brief nod, Bucky takes you back to the house.
Stepping onto the porch, you’re still trying to remember your name when Bucky grunts beside you, gazing over his shoulder.
The arm around your waist tightens and the next thing you know, Bucky’s pulling you into his chest and kissing you.
Bucky’s mouth muffles your noise of surprise as his soft lips press against yours, absolutely bewitching you.
It’s the greatest kiss of your life and it only lasts five seconds.
Pulling back, Bucky’s dark blue eyes dart between yours, his pupils blown wide.
You can’t tell if it’s you or him who lunges forward to meet in another kiss. 
This kiss isn’t gentle, rather it’s bruising and greedy. Your hands find purchase in Bucky’s hair, the junk mail forgotten on the ground as you’re walked backwards into the house, Bucky kicking the door shut behind him.
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