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flordeamatista · 8 months

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𝗛𝗼𝗹𝗱 𝗠𝗲 𝗗𝗼𝘄𝗻

pairing: bull rider!bucky barnes x heiress!reader

concept: Passionate dusk pleasure covers you both with lust, spilling its mist through the night.

word count: 3k

warnings: best friends to lovers, ranch hand Bucky who works for reader's family, fluff, angst, smut (riding Bucky) soft kisses, nickname- Sweetheart

a/n: I created this fantasy daydream almost a year ago. Hopefully you'll love these other pretty men this fall/winter as well. Way Down We Go Masterlist

lovely beta: @writing-for-marvel and @lfnr-blog-blog-blog

line divider by the lovely @lfnr-blog-blog-blog and she made me the pngs

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Despite the danger of loss, time purifies something impure, but still wants to be touched.

He sees the world ticking off to every moment in life for him to be ready for the moment because you only have eight seconds to live.

Stepping up to the bull, Bucky felt its rage throbbing through its thick white hide. The creature looked mean, angry, and fierce as it pawed at the ground beneath it. It was ready to face its challenger, waiting for a chance to strike back at the man who dared to encroach on its territory.

Under its thick, white hide, the bull's muscles bulged, while steam hissed from its nostrils. Grasping the sticky rope with one hand and clutching his cowboy hat with the other, Bucky's heart raced. People held their breath in the thick air of tension.

Suddenly, a crackling roar filled the arena, like a thousand thunderclaps rolling across the sky.

One second.

Its horns aimed at the middle of the arena like deadly weapons, as the gates burst open, and the bull charged forward. The packed arena roared as the mighty bull rushed forward, its horns glittering in the moon’s light, and him riding it with the creature of the night.

Bucky's show.

Two seconds.

Terrified that he wouldn't make it to the end, his limbs quivered and his grip on the rope tightened. But then he remembered why he was doing this.

The love.

Three seconds.

He felt a faint warmth behind him, which when he glanced in its direction revealed you at the edge of the arena beaming with pride and waving your arms for encouragement. You came to see him. The applause grew louder and were about to roar even more when Bucky’s hold on the strap and his hat grew tighter.

Three words: Only for you.

Four seconds.

A sudden wave of power surged through Bucky's veins at the sight of you, giving him newfound strength and focus as he fought against being bucked off the wild beast beneath him.

Maintain his body's strength.

Five seconds.

The bull's fury was intensified by the crowd's jeers. The spectators continued to cheer wildly while Bucky remained atop the bull, wishing desperately that he could turn around and see whether or not you were still there.

Observe him, love him, sweetheart

Six seconds.

Bucky's cowboy hat was lifted off his head abruptly as he clung to the bull's back. His legs were spread wide, straddling the saddle and pinning him against its stiff leather surface. The force of the animal's bucking sent drops of sweat flying from his brow, into his sea-blue eyes, and down his throat. He took a deep breath and tightened his grip on the rope before stretching out his free arm. He closed his eyes and concentrated on the bull's rhythm, his muscles quivering with each buck. Though he felt himself slipping, he was determined to keep going. He was desperate for any gust of air that could keep him in place.

With every muscle in his body, he willed it to remain still.

Seven seconds.

Bucky saw out of the corner of his eye that you were still there; leaning over one rail with your fist raised in triumph at his progress so far. With this last boost of courage, he made it through to eight seconds.

Bucky soared into the air and landed on his knees, facing you. Dedicated to the person who never seems to leave his mind, the wind knew where to land his two feet. The bull rushed towards him out of the corner of his eye. His attention was caught by clowns maneuvering the bull away from him. Several yards from the fence, his hat lay in the middle. His instincts pushed him forward, despite knowing it was potentially dangerous.

The danger of losing you would be worse if he didn't do it. Then he picked up his hat and bowed when his name sung.

With arms outstretched and legs pumping, he leapt through the open gate and sprinted towards you, where you stood watching.

He wrapped an arm around you and pulled you close. His warm breath caressed your ear as he whispered, “You know I won in eight seconds. I don't want money. I want eight kisses from the sweetest lips in the world." He placed his hat on your head. When he stared straight at you, the glint in his blue eyes revealed something very lustful. A smirk spreads across his face as he licks his lips and walks away.

Electricity flowed between you. The air was electric with anticipation and excitement, as your heart raced. You had been moved by Bucky Barnes' first kiss, which made crossing lines with a best friend harder every day.

You want more kisses, and you want to give him more than eight.

Just as the sun began to glow over the horizon, pink hues were cast over the still landscape. Morning mist hung in the air, the cooling feeling kissing his skin.

A warm, orange sunrise tints his cheeks as he gazes at you in your bedroom, from his hiding spot on your balcony. Taking a breath, he opens the french glass door. A smile spreads over his lips as a breeze blows past him.

A single rose nestled between his fingers looked delicate compared to his strong hands.

Taking a deep breath, he bent forward and placed the flower next to your pillow.

With a whisper of wind, he left his love as he left the room.

Dreams and kisses make one 'I love you' form in his eyes when they are merged from your lips.

The air was heavy with humidity and the sky was painted with orange, pink, and tangerine hues. The light that reflected off the shimmering shadows around you slowly sank below the horizon as you.

A glass of red wine in one hand, you watched from your balcony as he emerged from the hills after working in the stables. Shirtless, he headed up to a spotlight near the tree line, pulling off his glove before running his fingers through his hair.

The soft petals caressed your fingertips as you slowly sank down into the mattress, a smile pulling at your lips as you felt the sudden rush of adrenaline, as if the night whispered in the breeze that things were going to be different from now on. He had given you proof of his love, and now all he wanted was for you to take what he'd offered, to hold onto it with him and keep it by your side forevermore. He knew better than anyone about one thing: love can never be separated from you, no matter how much the air around you sings out to carry his love with you.

In order to embrace this step in your friendship, it took more than just time; it required action as well. He gave you an exit that allowed you to see and feel his love without being forced to confront him; he left his words in this letter, giving you the upper hand.

Taking a moment to savor the memories of the day Bucky entered your life was a joy you recorded. The soft voices of joy and the ever-growing bond between you were evident. A giggle escaped your lips as you ran your fingers over the rose's velvety petals. When it comes to your feelings, he is the heart of it.

You can only watch for so long before dreaming of running your fingers through his hair. Pulling off his shirt, he stripped in front of a spotlight, showing off his body to nature. The sun highlighted his silhouette as he walked closer, to reveal tan skin adorned with sweat and dirt.

The purpose of being outside is to tease him since he sees you. It's not like you walked from that spot to see if he could glance through your window or balcony. You were playing this game of riding with soft gazes, teasing.

You knew that it was wrong to play a game like this, but you couldn't help yourself. In your position, no one played games with the employees, but who has the authority to tell you no. Your body felt a burning sensation as it encounters the one person that makes it feel the meaning of lust and desire.

You felt your heart flutter as you realized what he meant. You wanted to tell him, but the words stuck in your throat. You know you crossed the line that night but what happens if you cross the line every night?

Your family was left speechless when Bucky declined the prize money, saying he wanted something more precious than money asking only for a single rose.

To him, you were the most valuable flower in the world.

The fire inside of me is being built patiently and carefully by you, and I eagerly anticipate the day when it is fully ignited.

Seeing you from the balcony, he stepped closer to get a better glimpse of you from below and saw your fingers tug at the brim of his hat.

His blue eyes darkened, he called your name with a moan. To give him a little show, you slowly unbuttoned your blouse by sliding the buttons through their tiny loops. His eyes were fixed on you intently, watching every move you made. Shadows were cast on the wall behind you as the last sun rays glinted off your exposed skin. As the light faded, you stood proudly.

There was a whisper of wind around the two of you.

You both watched each other attentively.

To the sound of rushing air, he waited patiently while you undid them slowly. When you approached the railing closer to your balcony, your blouse fell to the floor. It was hard not to smirk at his eyes that roamed around you and looked behind him to ensure no one could see this beautiful painting he was seeing.

To start time, you blew him a kiss and yelled, "One".

Time was ticking away, and if he didn't act quickly, his chance would be gone.

You caught his gaze in surprise. As the cool stone of the wall pressed against his hands and feet, he realized it wasn't a dream, but reality.

You steady yourself on the door frame with one hand while the other grasps the blinds. He heard you yell "Two!"

A journey was being set out, and he was determined to follow it wherever it led. The power of your kiss drove him to scale the wall.

Not like last time. Last time he lost his opportunity.

Love remains, despite time's passing.

Bucky saw you sob that night, tears dripping down your face as your ex-boyfriend’s words sunk in. You were nothing more than an object to him, and he told you so.

His hands were strong and calloused as he grabbed yours, yet his touch was gentle and caressing. As he smiled, his eyes showed respect, love, security, safety, and patience. When he released your hands, his fingertips gently touched the side of your face before finding your lips.

Slowly and deliberately, the kiss deepened with an intensity that left you both trembling.

But you ran. You left.

The next morning you ran to leave abroad, and all he could do was watch you go.

From that point forward, he devoted himself to becoming the kind of man who deserved someone like you in his life. In spite of all the advances he received, he refused to accept any of them.

The memories of the day you left melt my heart, I will never be able to forget you, I feel the nights so cold without you, and I keep hoping that I'll see you again soon

This is because he knew your kiss was the only one capable of bringing him the same amount of happiness. He worked hard at your parents' ranch until he was the star.

He waited to taste your lips again.

And now he gets that opportunity.

Bucky's strong hands gently yet firmly grasped your waist; the warmth of his touch sent a tingling sensation up your spine. He turned you around so that you faced him, the blue eyes you had imagined finally appearing before you. All the laughter, knowing you could always rely on him as a friend, him wanting to be yours, and you wanting to be his.

Moving closer, he inhaled slowly, as if stalking his prey. His lips parted a little as he took in all of you.

His chest glistened in the light like a pane of glass, and his chest was covered with streams of sweat, reflecting the light like tiny diamonds. His touch was like a caress of liquid fire on your body, sending sparks of pleasure through your veins. You clung to his neck tightly, wanting to stay there forever.

You knew why he'd reprimanded you for being sassy earlier—but when he looked at you with such hunger and desire, it felt like something greater was at stake.

Before yesterday, Bucky always stood by you, and he will stand by you tomorrow as well.

In a whisper, he spoke four simple words: “My lips need kisses."

You smiled to yourself and replied softly, "Let me finish counting. Three!”

His warm fingertips traced delicate circles on your neck nape as his hands reached your shoulders. You felt a sense of security as he gently yet firmly held your hand in his, and then delicately kissed its soft surface. With eyes closed and breath held, you savored the tender sensation of his lips on your skin.

He smirked as you open your eyes and see him. "Four seconds left," he says.

As you stand close to him, he moves down to kiss your lips and instead moves to your check. Grabbing your throat, "Five, pretty boy," you tease him. You felt the heat of his breath tickle your earlobe as he hummed softly before placing a gentle bite just below your collarbone.

You opened your eyes and saw him licking his lips, a smirk playing across the corners of his mouth as he seemed to revel in the quiet. Through the still air, you heard your own soft whisper, "Six! You're running out of time Bucky. What's happened to winning?"

His thumb shifted under your chin, tilting it towards him.

"Seven!" you softly whisper into the air.

A gentle touch, a kiss, a rush, a flame ignited, an unstoppable passion.

His mouth suddenly slams into yours, and you felt his tongue sliding into your mouth as he parted his lips. Moaning into the kiss, you felt him deepening it and he is wet, messy, and desperate.

In that moment, everything else melted away; the heat of the moment, the rush of desire; it's the kiss that ignites your heart.

"Think you can handle another one, Sweetheart?" he hummed between your lips.

"Bucky, you win. You've got it all, and all the kisses."

A passionate lust for him consumed you, and you cannot resist it. You reach for his face and pull him in for a second intense ferocious kiss. You let him inhale every kiss from your lips into his. Your gaze flitted over his eyes and you saw the reflection of desire and hunger.

“I'm gonna ride you, Mr. Cowboy” you whispered breathlessly.

A smile spreads across his face as he hugs you, and you giggle into the room.

Passionate dusk pleasure covers you both with lust, spilling its mist through the night.

“Ride me, Sweetheart”

Straddling Bucky's hips, you slowly lowered yourself onto him. His thickness filled every part of you and you couldn't help but moan in pleasure at the sensation. His hands moved up to your hips, gripping them firmly as he pulled you deeper into him. With each passing moment, you both developed a deep connection; you long to ride every move with him and share every emotion. A wet tongue lapped against the tips of Bucky's fingers and wet fingers running all over your body, sending vibrations throughout. Teasing you as he marked every inch of you.

"You're such a fucking tease, you know that?" you moaned softly as you felt the electric shock pass through every inch of your skin as you kept moving yourself towards him. His gaze was hot on yours as he watched every second of this blissful ecstasy. Taking your time, you savored and you reached the point of perfection together. He swept his eyes over every inch of your skin, sending electric shocks through your body that increased with every move.

You were pinned beneath him as he spun around with your hands in his. He brushed your forehead sweat with his lips and whispered into your mouth, "Sweetheart, you feel so good. From kisses to orgasms, everything is yours, and so am I." With a tender kiss, he mumbled, "I belong to you, too."

Your feelings for Bucky were clear from this moment on; you could not bear to be apart from him. In the midst of this shifting world, you might be this lady, but all you wanted to do is ride your rider from sunset to sunrise.

Today, tomorrow, and wherever my kisses of love can lead, I dedicate my entire life to showing you my love.

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late-to-the-party-81 · 1 year

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here’s a little challenge for you: steve + bucky + reader + one bed. make what you want of it hehe 😇 congrats on 1k, jen! <3

In the middle of the night

AN: Another day, and once again, beds appear to be in short supply. Thank you for this thot, Lyn!

Beta’d by @lfnr-blog-blog-blog, dividers by @firefly-graphics, moodboard and banner by me

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Summary: What’s worse than sharing a motel room with the supersoldier boyfriends you have a crush on? Having to share a bed with them.

Relationship: Stucky x Reader

Word Count: 1.5k

CW: THERE WAS ONLY ONE BED, Smidge Angst, Minor miscommunication, pining, teasing, implied smut about to commence.

“Guys, I’ll just take the sofa. I’ll manage.” You weren’t sure if you were trying to convince them or yourself. It didn’t work though; Bucky just looked at you with his eyebrow raised.

“Really,doll? You might be shorter than us, but you’re not that short.”

He was right, of course. At 5ft 10 you were far too tall for most sofas let alone the one in the room of this ratty motel.

“What do you suggest then? That we all sleep in that?” You nodded your head at it. It being the king sized bed in the middle of the room.

Steve looked up from where he was rummaging through his go bag.

“Seems like the only sensible option to me. Normally we’d offer to sleep on the floor, but…” He eyed what passed for a carpet in the room. You had to agree with him. The chances were that anything placed upon it for any length of time would be carried off by the roaches that were probably living in it. You shuddered at the thought and repressed a gag.

“Well as long as you two keep the mushy stuff to a minimum, I suppose. It’s bad enough when I’ve shared a room with you both before and you’re being all cuddly and shit. Makes a single girl sick.” This time your gag was for comedic effect.

Bucky grinned at you, and in two strides was next to you, arm slung around your shoulder, giving you a slight squeeze.

“Are you just jealous in general, or jealous of one of us, specifically. Wouldn’t blame you; we are both hot.”

“You wish!” You pulled a face and shoved him away. “Now go get a shower, Barnes. You smell of swamp.”

He pouted back, but his light blue eyes sparkled with amusement.

“Me! What about Stevie! And you, doll. We all fell in that water.”

“Yeah, but you’ve still got swamp weed in your hair.”

You reached up and plucked the offending piece of flora from his chestnut locks then, feeling impish, threw it at Steve. It landed on his shoulder, but he just turned on ‘the Captain glare’ as you and Bucky started giggling like children.

An hour later you were finishing off in the small, and frankly disgusting, bathroom.

Bucky had used it first, scurrying in to escape Steve’s overdramatic ire and you had gone in search of food. When you got back Bucky was sitting on the edge of the bed, in his sweats and rubbing his hair dry with a threadbare towel. You threw bags full of food for your two enhanced teammates onto the coffee table.

“Cap in the shower?”

“Yeah - he won’t be too long. I’ve known that guy to have a full shower in less than 2 minutes. And after all these years, I’m still not sure how he does it.”

True to Bucky’s, Steve had stepped out just then, clad in his own sweats, short blond hair sticking up from where he’d given it a quick scrub. Gathering your own wash things and clean clothes to sleep in, you’d slipped around him, trying to ignore the loving look Bucky was throwing at his boyfriend.

Luckily there was enough hot water left for you. The boys wouldn’t have heard the end of it otherwise.

Returning to the bedroom, you mentally prepared yourself for an awful night’s sleep.It was bad enough that you were, once again, sharing a room with two men you had massive crushes on - who only had eyes for each other, this time you’d also be squished on the same bed, no doubt clinging onto the edge of the mattress and trying not to fall out.

The two supersoldiers were already lying in the bed, eyes closed, Bucky being the little spoon to Steve’s big one. They were scootched over so far that you were worried that Steve was about to drop off his side. Gingerly you climbed into the remaining space, your back to Bucky, and you switched off the small lamp they’d left on for you.

Moonlight shone through the thin curtains, casting weak shadows. You tried to relax but found yourself just staring at the strange shapes thrown on the wall in front of you. You could hear both of them breathing.

Slow.

Steady.

Completely fake.

Bucky shifted behind your back, his arm brushing over your ass and hip. If he had been asleep you could have believed it to be accidental. It settled across your waist, a copy of how you imagined Steve’s was lying over his.

“Um…Buck?” You whispered out of habit. “What are you doing?”

“‘S not a lot of space, doll. We need to cosy up, so you and Stevie don’t fall out.” You could hear the smile in his voice.

“He’s also like a radiator, sweetheart. And we’ve noticed you don’t like to get cold. Just go with it.” Great. Now Steve was joining in.

“It just feels… you know… weird.” Something about the darkness was making you feel braver than you had in a while. Although that bravery started to wane slightly when Bucky shuffled even closer and you could feel his breath on the back of your neck.

“Whaddya mean ‘weird’? I think it feels nice.”

You flipped over to face him, despite the fact that there was so little light it made the gesture pointless. You were getting frustrated. Both emotionally and sexually.

“Bucky. Your boyfriend is right there, cuddling you, but apparently cuddling me is nice. And for some reason Steve is fine with it.”

The shadows behind Bucky shifted; Steve lifting his head.

“Wanna know why I’m fine with it?”

“Cos you’re secure in your and Bucky’s relationship, and you know this is just practical?”

He chuckled, low and deep, and boy did the sound do things to you. Oh, god! How keen were his senses? Would he be able to smell your arousal?

“Well, yes, but also, no…”

Before you could question him, Bucky’s arm tightened around your waist and suddenly he flipped you both, placing you in the middle of the bed, wedged between him and Steve. Your hands were pressed up against Steve’s chest, his coarse chest hairs tickling your palms. Bucky’s hand was splayed against your stomach, keeping you in place, pressed against him.

“What the hell?”

“We realised something, doll.” Bucky was practically purring in your ear. His hips pressed up against your ass and…oh!

“W-what’s that?” You could barely breathe, frozen rigid in the bed, afraid to move.

Steve wiggled down the bed in front of you, so that your hands were on his shoulders and both your faces were level.

“That you aren’t jealous of either of us when Buck and I are being affectionate. You’re jealous of both of us. You’ve got the hots for both of us.”

You scowled, hoping that despite the low light he could see your annoyance.

“So, what? You decided you’d both tease me. Thanks so much.” You shuffled violently and sat up, kicking off the last part of the coverlet. You pushed up on your knees, but Steve copied you, effectively blocking you.

“We’re not teasing you, sweetheart. Let me finish. Please.”

The bed dipped behind you; Bucky getting to his knees too. Your head was a swirl of emotions. Confusion, want, frustration, and something that might have been hope. Steve took hold of your hands, rubbing his thumbs across the backs of your knuckles.

“We’re trying to tell you… we’ve got the hots for you too.”

“Majorly,” Bucky interjected. “It’s been torture these last few months. Fighting beside you. Sharing a room. You, being so close, but not attainable.” You could feel the heat radiating off him and all you wanted to do was relax back onto his firm chest. And you wanted to believe what they were apparently telling you.

Steve tugged on your hands, pulling you closer to him.

“You can’t begin to imagine how Buck and I have been when we’ve got back to our apartment at the compound after missions with you. How we’ve been so wound up, so goddamn horny thinking about you. Thank goodness for sound-proofing. I think we’ve fucked each other seven ways from Sunday everytime.”

Bucky had moved again; regained his previous spot plastered against your back. Both his hands were settled on your waist, just above your hips. He dipped his head, and his hair brushed your neck before his lips settled just below your ear. Testing you.

“Do you want us, doll?” His lips trailed down your neck and you tilted it to bare your throat to him. Your busy mind had cleared. Now only the want remained. Bucky and Steve were pressed against you in the moonlight, surrounding you with their scent and promising you pleasure. All you had to do was answer.

“Yes!”

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saiyanprincessswanie · 1 year

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Mine - Part 3

Pairing: Dark!Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: 3730

Series Warning: (N)ON/(D)UB CON, Swearing, Angst, (P)ossessive Behavior, Jealousy, (K)idnapping, Male (M)asturbation, (S)omnophilia, (D)rugging, Light (B)ondage, (P)hysical Fighting, Rough (S)ex, C-hoking, Female and Male (O)ral, (B)reeding (K)ink, Multiple (O)rgasms, (F)orced (O)rgasms, (S)panking

Please READ the Warnings!! These will be touched on throughout the series.

Summary: Steve is determined to win you over even if you’re denying your feelings. When an opportunity presents itself to flee or stay what decision do you make?

A/N: Sorry for the long wait with this fic. I have been dealing with a lot of health issues. Hopefully, this is worth the wait.

A/N: Beta read by @pigwidgeonxo & @lfnr-blog-blog-blog

Moodboard by @fictional-affairs

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You woke to the soft sounds of birds chirping outside the bedroom window. You were laying in the middle of the bed when you slowly sat up. Your eyes scanned the room and found Steve sitting in a chair opposite of you. Instinctively you backed up against the headboard. The clink of your bracelet caught your attention and you tried to pull it off.

Steve scoffed. “You can try all you want but that won’t come off unless I allow it. I told you already that bracelet makes you just like everyone else, a normal human with no serum giving you strength.”

“All of this because you want a future with me. I told you I liked you, Steve. This…” gesturing around the room. “This is crazy.”

“This is not crazy. This is what love is. I love you and want my future with you. Don’t you see I thought I lost my chance at happiness when I went into the ice all those years ago? Someone else came out and I gave up on that dream. That is until you came into my life. You make me want to have a life with a family.”

“That’s not what I want…”

“Lies! I know you love me deep down inside your heart. You’re just too mad to admit your feelings now, but in time you will. You will love me, crave me, and in the end, we will have a family cause that is what you always wanted.”

“I won’t and definitely not with you.” You defiantly responded.

“There ya go being stubborn and acting like you have no feelings. Let’s talk about that. The stolen glances you would give, the flirting you always did, and last night we made love. You moaned my name and begged for more. No longer will you look at me as just a friend. Going forward it’s us now. Who knows after last night it could be the three of us.”

The thought of Steve never using protection last night would have upset you but you were on birth control. A dark chuckle came from Steve as he could see the wheels turning in your head.

“Yeah about that doll. Your birth control is obsolete. Thanks to Tony I was able to give you a shot that took care of the birth control problem, and made you completely fertile so we could start a family right away. Don’t worry if that didn’t work then we will just have to try harder next time.”

Tears started to fall from your cheeks at everything he was saying. At the moment everything sounded hopeless. You had to figure a way out of this. How could you have ever had feelings for him?

Sensing your hopelessness Steve started to stalk towards you. “I want your body and mind to submit to me willingly. But if I have to take what’s mine for now then so be it.” You got off the bed and took a step back in fear but he grabbed your arms causing you to squeak out in pain. “Strip or I will do it for you.” He let go of your arms and watched as you shook your head. “Don’t make me hurt you.”

Feeling vulnerable you saw no way around this and started to strip slowly for him. As soon as you stood before him naked he smirked, taking in your body. “On the bed, now.”

Slowly you crawled onto the bed while Steve started to strip. You tried to feel brave at the moment. This was just sex, right? Even though you didn’t want to, you knew Steve could forcibly take you. Better to relax and let him have you willingly. The last thing you wanted was to be injured.

Once he was naked he stalked you like prey until he climbed onto the bed. “I better get you warmed up.”

Steve grabbed your ankles and pulled you down the bed. Pushing your thighs apart Steve laid between your legs. You stared at the ceiling trying to focus on anything but him. But when he licked the first stripe up your core you shivered at how good it felt. Steve chuckled against your core as he started to eat you out like a man starved. His fingers came up your body as he rubbed your clit. You couldn’t help but moan in pleasure at the way he worked you with his mouth and fingers. Every dip of his tongue had you panting in pleasure. You were trying not to moan his name and Steve was starting to pick up on that. He keeps licking sucking, and tongue fucking you until you finally broke. Your back arched off the bed and you moaned his name to the ceiling.

Stopping his ministrations Steve smiled at you. “My name sounds so good coming from your lips.” Steve sat up and flipped you over onto your stomach. Grabbing your hips he pulled you to your knees so you were ass up and face down. Positioning himself behind you he dragged his cock through your wet lips a few times before he pushed inside you. The stretch had you both groaning in pleasure as he took his time with you. Finally seated all the way in you Steve set a firm and steady pace as he started to take you apart piece by piece.

Your fingers dug into the bed as you held on for dear life as he fucked you. You tried with all your might not to moan but every snap of his hips had you seeing stars. So you gave in and let go moaning his name like a prayer.

Steve watched as you pushed back against him every time he snapped his hips. His fingers dug into your hips a little more as he started to fuck you harder. This is what he dreamt of, you being submissive to him in bed as he took you apart. Your moans filling the air were fueling the fire that burned deep inside him. You were a drug that he was addicted to and now wanted all the time. His hand slipped from your hip and made its way toward your clit where he started to rub firm circles against it. Your breath hitched and he knew you were close. Steve plowed into you harder until your walls squeezed him tight as you came with a cry of his name. Within seconds he was cumming deep inside you and groaned your name. Once he worked you through your orgasm Steve pulled out of you and collapsed next to you on the bed.

Steve watched as you had your eyes closed and tried to catch your breath. You were absolutely beautiful in his eyes. He smiled softly at you. “See, we can have this for the rest of our lives. You can’t deny you enjoyed yourself. If you would just accept this now your life would be so much easier. I know deep down inside that you love me.”

You opened your eyes slowly and stared at him for a moment. “Just because my body is a willing participant in this it changes nothing between us.” Your attitude showed just a little in your statement.

Steve didn’t like the way you spoke. “You know me, I’m a patient man. Whether you comply now or later is up to you. Steve climbed off the bed and grabbed his clothes. He headed towards the bedroom door and left you behind. The door closed and you heard it lock. Great, now you were stuck in here. You got off the bed and headed to the master bathroom to shower. Steve should know that you were stubborn and could make his life a living hell. Thinking to yourself you thought, “Game on.”

Steve had taken a shower in the other bathroom when he locked you in the bedroom. His thoughts were of you and how willing you were in bed with him. You could say whatever you wanted about not wanting him but your body didn’t lie. You were just in denial. He knew eventually your feelings would come around and you would see things his way. Hell Bucky already got his girl under control and they were about to have a baby. Children were something he always wanted to share with the woman he loves. In due time you will be pregnant and building a future with him. He knew deep down inside you had feelings but since seeing the message on his phone by Tony you pulled away emotionally. Damn Tony for trying to follow up with him so soon. No matter Steve already knows how to win you over and once he does he will have everything he ever wanted.

You were sitting on your bed in an oversize hoodie and leggings. You were staring out the window lost in your thoughts when you heard the door behind you unlock. The last thing you wanted to deal with was Steve again but you knew you had no choice but to face him.

“Doll, I made us something to eat so come downstairs with me.”

Letting out a sigh, you stood up and faced him. He was holding out a hand for you and you reluctantly grabbed it. You put on your fake smile for him and asked, “What are we having for lunch?”

Steve smiled back at you and took your hand. “I just made your favorite sandwich with a side of fruit.”

“Sounds delightful.” You both walked down the stairs together and made your way into the dining room. The food was already waiting for you both as you went to sit down. Steve pulled the chair out for you and you couldn’t help the small smile on your face. He was always a gentleman even though he is acting crazy by kidnapping you. Together you both ate in silence. Steve every now and then would look at you smirking as he took you in. You didn’t know why he was staring at you so much but you didn’t want to find out.

Right now you were trying to form a plan in your head of how you were going to make your escape. You knew the cabin was surrounded by a forest; you just needed to figure out which way you were going to run. You knew the quinjet was somewhere outside. All you needed was a moment of distraction for you to make your escape. Once you were far away from Steve you would be able to re-evaluate not only your life but the Avengers. How could Tony be involved with Steve’s plan? They were supposed to be your friend. But then another part of you reminded yourself, didn't you want to be with Steve? You had longed for your Captain’s approval and tried to make him jealous with your former boyfriend. Does this make this scenario your fault for pushing Steve too far? Yes, Steve was the one to kidnap you but didn’t you always want a life with him? No life was giving you that chance and you wanted to throw it away.

“Whatcha thinking about doll? You look lost in thought? Not planning your escape, are you?” Steve leaned forward, his blue eyes practically staring into your soul.

“N-no of course not. Just thinking of what I'm going to do to keep from being bored and locked in my room. I mean I’m going to need something to occupy my thoughts.”

“Well, I brought some of your favorite books for you. They are in the office in a box. I wanted to bring you some creature comforts.” Steve explained, “I want you to have something to do besides fill my bed.”

“Since we are done eating can I see my books? I wouldn’t mind sitting in front of the window to read.” You hoped you sounded convincing enough.

“That’s fine, sweetheart.” Steve stood from the table and grabbed both of your plates. He put them in the dishwasher before he gestured to you to follow him.

You followed him down the hallway and to the office. Sure enough, he had a few boxes of your things that he brought with him. Kneeling next to the box of books you looked through them. You couldn’t help but smile seeing that he brought your favorites. Gosh, why did this man have to be sweet? No matter his feelings you knew what the plan was. Make it to the quinjet and leave him behind.

Steve’s phone started to ring from the kitchen. You both looked towards the door leading to it and then back at each other. Steve stared at you for a minute. “I need to take that phone call. If I leave you here to look through your things will you behave?”

You nodded your head. “Yes, Steve.”

Unsure whether to believe you or not he walked out the office door and picked up his phone. You slowly crawled to the door to hear who he was talking to but just when you could hear him you heard him step outside the front door. This was your chance. You crept out of the office and down the hallway. To the left, you could see Steve on the phone looking serious. You went into the kitchen and quietly went out the backdoor. As soon as you turned to close it Steve locked eyes with you and he was angry. You bolted down the stairs and saw the quinjet fifty yards away in the opening. You ran with all your might towards the jet but you could hear Steve running after you.

“Stop now, doll or you will regret this!” Steve shouted behind you.

His steps were growing closer to you as your lungs burned from the running. Damn him for blocking your super soldier serum in your body with the bracelet. On any other day you were equally matched but for your frail body, you could only run so fast. You were just yards away from the jet and started to feel a sense of hope when a hand wrapped around your arm. Steve tackled you to the ground and you landed with a thump, crying out in pain. He turned you over on your back, pinning you to the ground by sitting on your hips.

“Why run? I told you this is your home now. You belong to me!” Steve shouted out.

“Let go of me!” You screamed back at him as your legs were kicking trying to help flip you both.

“Never you’re mine. You belong to me now and your place is here by my side.” Steve argued back.

“I don’t want to be yours, Steve. I don’t even know you anymore. You’re a psycho!”

“A psycho? For what loving you? You know who I already am but if you want me to be your villain then so be it. Today you will know me and you will remember me.”

Steve stood and pulled you to your feet. When you started to fight against him he lifted you up over his shoulder. You screamed at the top of your lungs all the way back to the house. “Scream all you want sweetheart no one is going to hear you.” He pushed through the side door and kicked it shut as he continued to carry you all the way upstairs. Once he reached the bedroom he kicked that door shut and threw you on the bed.

He stalked toward you and before you could get off the bed to run he was on you. Quickly he stripped you of your leggings and underwear. You tried to fight him but were easily overpowered. Steve bent you over his knee and held you down so you couldn’t get up.

“Because you didn’t listen to me I’m going to spank you until you get it in your head that you aren’t leaving me.” His hand came down hard on your cheek and you whimpered out in pain. Then came slaps two through five in quick succession and he could hear you cry out for him to stop.

“If you learned to behave this won’t be necessary. Remember this was you who caused this not me.” Steve continued the sequence of slapping your behind and all you could do was sob from how painful it was. By the time he counted twenty, he stopped. You lay across his lap boneless crying from both humiliation and pain. But there was also something else there too, arousal. Steve’s fingers moved through your wet lips and chuckled darkly. “Who knew spanking would turn you on my little minx? You acted like you didn’t like this but your body says differently. Steve picked you up and made you stand in front of him. Tears continued down your face as he pulled your top off you, leaving you naked again in front of him. Steve stood in front of you and stripped himself quickly. Seeing your body’s reaction made him hard as a rock. He pulled you to him and gently pushed on your shoulder until you were kneeling in front of him.

“I want you to suck my cock doll. Show me that you’re truly sorry. If you bite me know I will break your jaw and that’s not something that will heal fast either.”

You nodded your head as you grabbed his cock and slowly started to stroke him. Your tongue did small kitten licks on the tip of his cock before you took him in your mouth. Your tongue swirled around him as you started to bob your head, up and down across his length. A deep groan left his mouth as he fisted a hand in your hair. With every up and down motion you made the more his hips moved along with you. Before you knew it Steve started to fuck your throat. Every push had you gagging around him and that seemed to spurn him on. Tears dripped down your face as you let him use you. Steve was a groaning mess when he stopped abruptly using you. His cock slid from your mouth and you couldn’t help but cough hard from how you were used.

Steve grabbed your arm and wrenched you upwards. Before you could catch your balance Steve pushed you onto the bed where you landed on your stomach. He pulled your hips up and easily pushed inside you. Every snap of his hips bumped into your red ass causing you to whimper. Steve was on a mission to fill you and maybe if you apologized he would let you cum. His hand fisted into your hair again and he pulled you up against his chest as he continued to fuck you hard. Little moans and cries of pain escaped your lips as he used your body.

Steve groaned against your ear. Gruffly he spoke, “Tell me you’re sorry and I promise to let you cum. Fight me and I swear I will not let you cum for a week. I will make you beg for me to let you but I won’t. Say. Your. Sorry.” he emphasized with each snap of his hips.

You hated yourself that you wanted to cum. Hated that you knew he would do what he said. You had to swallow your pride and give this scruffy menace what he wanted. “I-I’m sorry Steve.”

“Not good enough.” Steve never let up his pace as you tried to hold on to his arm that was now wrapped around your throat.

“I’m sorry for trying to run. I sh-shouldn’t have done that. Please forgive me.” You squeaked out as he squeezed your throat harder. Your walls started to squeeze his cock as you started to get close to your orgasm.

“Fuck… that’s it doll. I forgive you. I want you to cum for me. Cum for me now!” His fingers let go of your neck and started to rub at your clit. Within moments you were moaning his name to the heavens. A few more thrusts and he was painting your cervix white with his seed. He rode out both your orgasms before pulling out of you and letting you collapse on the bed.

You drifted off for what seemed like a few minutes but when you woke up you were in the tub pressed up against Steve’s chest. He gently held you as you both sat in silence. After a while, Steve spoke, “I hate that I had to punish you but you wouldn’t listen to me. You broke my trust by running. Can’t you see how hurt I am?” He sighed. “I hate to keep you locked in this room but I’m going to have to until you prove to me that you can be trusted.”

“How do I do that?” you quietly asked.

“By listening to me. Don’t question anything I tell you. If you can do that and be on your best behavior then maybe I can trust you won’t run again. Until then you will stay up here during the day, eat with me downstairs for meals but come right back to the bedroom. I will bring you your clothes and books so you have something to do and wear. Can you do that?”

“Yes, Steve, I can do that for you. I’m sorry I broke your trust.” You knew you screwed up and it was all because you were angry at him. You stayed silently in his arms until it was time to get out. You both dried off and when you went to put something on he stopped you.

“Don’t let’s crawl into bed and rest. We both had a hectic day.” You nodded your head and you both climbed into bed with one another. Steve pulled you close to him and rested your head on his chest. His hand rubbed soft circles on your hip until you finally passed out from exhaustion. Steve lay there holding you close to him. He will win you over in time. All you needed was to see things his way. He kissed your forehead as he drifted off to sleep.

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babyjakes · 2 years

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REBLOG FICS.

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jobean12-blog · 1 year

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what are your favourite blogs and what makes you love their blog? I'm trying to spread some love ☺️

Hi lovely! ❤️

This is such a nice way to spread some sunshine and love! YAY! Thanks for including me! Hope you're having a nice day! Hugs!💕💕

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sunshine-on-my-mind · 2 years

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cute halloween/holidays themed picrew!!

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ohsymphony · 2 years

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Gorgeous day outside, feeling good and I hope everyone who sees this has a day as Gorgeous as themselves. I'm so glad each and every one of you are still here and alive, the world wouldn't be as beautiful without your presence. Your shine and light is one of a kind, your beauty is incomparable, your mind is beautiful and everything about you is absolutely mesmerizing.

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navybrat817 · 1 year

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💌 Send this to the twelve nicest people you know or who seem to have a good heart and if you get five back you must be pretty awesome. 💌

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lunarbuck · 6 months

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Understanding (Bucky xf!reader)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x f!reader (any race)

WC: 924

Sneak Peek: At this point, you know you’re not broken. You know the side effects of your meds, and you’ve learned to deal with them. It’s not your fault that other people don’t get it. But Bucky does.

Warnings: reader takes SSRIs, oral (f receiving), fluff

A/N: the struggle is real, my friends. The struggle is real

beta’d by the perfect @lfnr-blog-blog-blog!! thank you so so much :)

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Tonight has been incredible. It’s been a few weeks since you met Bucky Barnes, and in that time, he’s been the perfect gentleman. He opens doors for you, pays for dinner, and you have never felt pressured to do anything you don’t want to do.

You inwardly cringe at that last one, silently cursing the way the world is going, but shake it off. Bucky takes your hand from across the table and runs his thumb over your palm. A slice of chocolate cake sits between you, ready to be devoured, and you grin.

“Do you want to do the honors?” He asks. You know by now that he’ll always let you have the first and last bite of all the desserts. You take your fork and slice into the cake before bringing it to your lips. Bucky watches, practically holding his breath, while you sigh, reveling in the perfect cake.

“It’s incredible,” you tell him before taking another bite. The two of you go back and forth, discussing various happenings in your day-to-day lives. You’re past the point of getting to know one another, so Bucky feels comfortable talking to you about work and how his partner, Sam Wilson, gets on his every nerve.

By the time the cake is gone, there’s anticipation buzzing in the air. You know Bucky can feel it, too. You’ve been on more than three dates with Bucky, so you know he’s not necessarily expecting anything, but you can tell he wants you. And fuck it, you want him to.

He pays the bill, and you hook your arm with his as he walks you out of the restaurant. The two of you stroll down the block with no specific destination in mind, when you abruptly stop. Bucky looks at you with a furrowed brow, and you reach up with your thumb to smooth away the worry.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” He asks, warming beneath your touch.

“Take me home, Buck.”

The moment your back hits Bucky’s mattress, he’s on top of you. He kisses down your neck, sucking lightly on your soft skin. He trails his lips down as his fingers work your shirt open. You breathe heavily, fingers tangling in his hair. Bucky looks up at you through his lashes, blue eyes gleaming.

“You’re so perfect,” he whispers, tugging your bra off your shoulders. His lips wrap around your nipple and suck, making your back arch off the bed.

“Oh my god, Bucky,” you moan, scratching your nails against his scalp. Bucky keeps undressing you while his mouth is occupied, pulling your skirt off in a swift movement. His lips continue their path down your ribs and torso, sweetly kissing your belly before tracing along the line of your panties.

“Is this okay?” He asks gently, looking up at you for your answer.

“Yes, Buck, it’s more than okay.” Bucky flashes you his perfect grin before sliding your panties down your legs. Heat pools in your belly as he drags his tongue across your pussy, circling your clit.

Electricity buzzes up your spine as Bucky settles in between your legs. He works you up and up and up. He learns your body, watches your reactions, and takes your cues for what you like. You can feel the orgasm building, but you’re just not quite there.

Out of instinct, you reach down and try to find your clit with your fingers, and Bucky pulls away. “Show me what you like, baby,” he whispers, seemingly not put off by you taking over a little bit. You feel heat spread through your body, embarrassment tinging your thoughts before you see the lustful look in his eyes.

“Use your fingers,” you tell him quietly. Bucky slides his fingers inside of you while you play with your clit. Your orgasm sneaks back up on you, and with Bucky working you, hitting all the right spots, you feel yourself teetering on the edge.

“Come on, baby, come for me, come on my fingers,” he rasps, nipping at your inner thigh. The feeling of his teeth biting into your skin sends you spiraling, and you come on a loud moan. Bucky kisses the mark from his teeth before kissing his way back up your body.

When his lips find yours, you taste yourself in the kiss and pull him closer. He grins into the kiss and props himself up. You stifle a yawn, and Bucky chuckles, shaking his head.

“Your turn?” You ask, preparing yourself to reciprocate.

“Not tonight, sweetheart, you’re tired.” You nod, and Bucky settles on the mattress, pulling you against his chest. He’s so warm, so comforting.

“Thank you,” you whisper.

“For what?”

“For understanding.” Bucky shifts, looking down at you. Confusion is written across his features, but you already know he won’t push you for an explanation if you don’t want to give one. You do, though. “The medication I take makes it hard for me to orgasm. Sometimes I just can’t, sometimes I need to use toys, and sometimes I just have to do it myself. Not everyone is so understanding or even willing to just let me do what I need to do.”

At this point, you know you’re not broken. You know the side effects of your meds, and you’ve learned to deal with them. It’s not your fault that other people don’t get it. But Bucky does.

“I’m sorry people haven’t been kind, baby.” He kisses your forehead softly, a sweet gesture that makes butterflies flit around in your stomach.

Could he be any more perfect?

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flordeamatista · 1 year

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Hi lovey!

This man has my heart is a vice grip but look how happy he is😍😍

Forever In Your Eyes

pairing: bucky barnes x reader

concept: I am touched by your compassion, the fire in your eyes, and the beat of your heart.

word count: 1k

warnings: pure poetic fluff, soft kisses, slightly o-ral (r receiving), Bucky being the cutest lover, nickname= Doll

a/n: Wishing the sweetest of souls a very happy birthday. @lfnr-blog-blog-blog, thank you for being the mostly lovely and loving person you are.

lovely betas: @s-tarksintern and @writing-for-marvel

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The kind of love that comes only once in a lifetime is what you are to me

There was a soft puff of air coming from your mouth as the sheets were tangled around your body. He admired your serene expression, your eyelids were closed, your lashes brushing your cheeks. He watched in awe as the gentle breeze of your breath stirred the air around him, mesmerizing him with your peaceful demeanor.

His heart filled with admiration and joy as he looked upon you, and he knew that everything was going to be alright.

To him you are a symbol of the newfound tranquility that engulfs him, a reminder of the beauty of surrendering to the moment.

Bucky felt as if he was standing on the edge of a cliff, gazing out at the vast expanse of an ocean sunset. The colors of the sky were breathtaking, and the delicate breeze was like a soothing hug. He was captivated by the peace that seemed to flow through his veins and he wanted to be enveloped in its embrace forever. He wanted to take a moment to savor the beauty of it all, to etch it into his memory forever.

Bucky captured your hand in his and lifted it to his lips, brushing a gentle kiss across the back of your hand. It was like a letter sealed with wax; a gesture of commitment and love that would last a lifetime.

You and him.

His touch was electric and sent waves of pleasure through your veins as his lips moved softly and tenderly against your skin. You felt your heart flutter as his touch ignited a fire within you. Blinking once, twice, and three times, you saw him. It was as though you were in a dream, a whirlwind of emotions that left you dizzy and in love. This feeling was unlike any other, and you cannot describe it in words.

Your lips curled into a yawn. 'Watching me sleep again, huh?' your smile flashed across your lips.

'You are too beautiful to look away from,' Bucky said, his eyes shining with admiration.

'That's sweet,' you said softly, leaning into his touch and feeling the warmth of his skin against yours. He ran his thumb across your mouth, a gentle reminder of the admiration he felt for you in that moment. He leaned closer, pressing his lips against yours in a passionate kiss that spoke of all his love for you.

He pulled away slightly to whisper "I love you" before capturing your lips in another passionate embrace. His hands find their way around your waist, gently holding you close as he deepens the kiss, conveying his unwavering love for you.

As he encircled his arms around your body, he whispered in your ear that he would always be there for you, that he would do anything for you to smile.

There is a need for you.

I am touched by your compassion, the fire in your eyes, and the beat of your heart.

In that moment, he wanted to show you how much he loves and needs you, and that he never wants to be apart from you. He wants to grow old with you, and he plans to take care of you for the rest of his life.

As he lifted the hem of his shirt from you, his hand moved between your bodies. His thumb brushed over the tender skin of your body, sending a shiver of pleasure through your body. His fingers moved in flawless harmony as he explored your curves, each touch more tantalizing than the last. Bucky's breath came in shorter gasps, and his desire to keep exploring was clear.

It was as if our hearts had recognized each other from afar, drawing us together.

You gazed at him eagerly as he crouched low on the mattress, gently pulling apart your thighs. The connection between you two was undeniable; the intensity and passion palpable in the air. His hands moved with assurance and finesse, caressing and exploring the curves of your body. You felt your heart swell with joy and love as you melted into the sheets, trusting in his tender embrace.

The moment was like a beautiful painting, with each brush stroke of his fingers painting an exquisite picture of love and affection on your body.

You arched up slightly as his fingers tucked into your panties waistband.

His attention was drawn to the melodic quality of your voice, so he ripped down your panties. He licked, sucked and nibbled on your inner thighs before finally making his way to your most sensitive parts.

His strong, deep voice echoed in the room "I'm going to give you a many birthday orgasms, Doll. Hold onto my hair and don't forget to scream my name." he whispered.

Your breath mimicked his movements as he pressed his kisses on your pussy. He felt a rush of pleasure as your moans vibrated against his lips and his fingers moved in time with your words. His heart raced as he sensed the heat between your bodies and the intensity of your desire. He felt a deep connection to you as he explored your curves and tasted your sweetness.

Your words sent electric shocks through his body and your moans drove him wild with longing.

He was captivated by your beauty and eager to give you pleasure.

A deep breath of fresh air, a warm embrace of love is what it feels like

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Hi Jen! Congrats on the 1K ❤️ You deserve them all and so much more!

I’m sorry that I’m a little bit late with sending in a request but would it be possible to do “The grumpy one is soft for the sunshine one” with Mr. Bucky 🥺 All the love and hugs to you!

AN: Hanna, my love! I hope you enjoy this!

ANd this brings my celebration fics to a close. You still have plenty of time to write your own Challenge Fic for inclusion on my celebration masterlist.

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Summary: You’re perpetually chipper and happy. The steely-eyed brunet you run into outside your work is not.

Relationship: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 2.2k

CW: Grumpy Bucky, Meet Cute, Fluff and flirting.

You’re always happy. Nothing ever seems to get you down. So much so, that even your friends call you ‘Sunny’. Que sera, sera was your motto. No use crying over spilt milk, etc. Life is what you make of it, so you choose to make it joyful. Your best friend thought that your receptionist job would eventually wear you down and turn you into a cynic, like her, but no. It was like being upbeat was your superpower.

It was therefore a normal morning as you walked down the sidewalk, humming along to the music pumping through your earbuds, on your way to work. The subway hadn’t been packed, the sun was shining out from behind the clouds and you knew it would be a wonderful day, especially once you’d picked up your hazelnut latte from old Frankie, the street coffee vendor half a block from your office. He always had your drink waiting for you and you always had just slightly more than the exact change, rushing away without taking the change, no matter how many times he’d tried to either catch up with you, or insist the next one was on the house. Thinking about that first sip of nutty-sweet milky java had you almost salivating. Unfortunately it also distracted you.

You registered the bump, followed by a curse that was loud enough to pierce through the music pulsating straight into your ears. You turned to see a man in a leather jacket, with short brown hair, swiping at the patch of wetness on his jeans with a gloved hand, while an empty paper coffee cup lay on its side on the ground. You pulled out your earbuds and then, without thinking, pulled a handful of paper napkins out of your purse. You dropped to a crouch in front of him and started to pat at the dampness.

“I’m so sorry! I was just distracted by the beauty of the day and the thought of my first coffee, and I just didn’t see you, and I hope you’re okay and…”

Your brain kicked in as two things happened. Firstly, you realised that you were patting very close to the stranger’s crotch. Secondly, the napkins were being pulled out your hand very firmly and you were being pulled to your feet.

Blue.

That’s what you noticed first.

Icy, steely blue.

His eyes were like diamonds and momentarily you couldn’t look away.

“...I said, do you always make a habit of accosting and groping strangers first thing in the morning?”

You snapped back to reality as you realised that ‘blue eyes’ was talking to you. Well, actually, it was more like growling at you. What a sourpuss. You flashed him one of your trademark smiles.

“Not everyday, I’ll admit - the police might have something to say about it.” The man ‘harumphed’ and continued glaring at you. Obviously not a fan of your brand of humour.

“...Anyway, let me get you another coffee, it’s the least I can do to apologise.”

You turned toward old Frankie and his cart, and bless his soul if he didn’t already have your drink, and what you could only assume was a duplicate of Grumpy’s order.

“The refill is on the house, Sunny. And no arguments. Accidents happen.”

You smiled at the old man and bent down to place a kiss on his cheek.

“That they do, Frankie. And, if you’ll excuse the blasphemy, it’s only coffee.”

He shook his head at you with a smile and waved you away so he could deal with his next customer. You turned back to the object of your unanticipated morning interaction, only to find that he’s gone. You turned in a circle, seeing if you could spot which way he’d gone, but nope, he’d completely disappeared. Well, his loss, and now you had a spare coffee. With a small shrug you continued on your way.

Ten am, and you were settled into your day. You loved your job as a receptionist at the VA. You got to help some of your nation’s greatest and bravest citizens transition back to civilian life, which you felt was the least you could do to show your appreciation. When you weren’t greeting those coming to use the various services offered at this centre, you were phoning veterans to organise appointments for physiotherapy, counselling and group support sessions.

“Hey, Sunny!” You looked up from your computer to see Joe, one of the support group leaders smiling at you as he leant on your counter.

“Morning, Joe! It’s a lovely day today, and made even better by you being here!”

“Sunny, you keep flirting like that, I’m gonna have to insist you come out for a drink with me.”

You chuckled. This was your regular banter with him.

“Joe, you know this ain’t flirting, this is just me. And you’re as old as my dad.”

He clutched his hand to his heart, theatrically. “You wound me, Sunny. I may just expire, as I’m apparently that old. Anyhow, you got me the expected attendance list for the meeting?”

You rifled through the papers in the folder on your desk.

“Sure thing. Here it is. I can see you gotta few new names on here, so hopefully it will be an interesting one.”

“You know that’s an old Chinese curse - ‘may you live in interesting times’?” He gave you a wink as he took the paper from your hand and walked off towards the room he used, with only a slight limp giving away the fact that his right leg was a prosthetic.

Half an hour later and the vets for the Joe’s group started to arrive, all of them being amputees of some description, some sporting prosthetics and others not. They all came together though, to talk about the trauma of losing a limb in combat, the long road to recovery and issues associated with having a prosthetic or a missing limb, both physically, mentally and socially.

The regulars came up and used the computer screen on their side of your desk to log their arrival and get a printed photo sticker-badge to wear. The newbies, however, had to go through you for their first time, which is why you always recommended they turn up 15 minutes before the start of the session so you could double check their identity, the information you held and then get them a computer profile set up for all return visits.

You’d just completed all the paperwork with one newcomer, and sent him off with an old-hand to the meeting room when the doors to the building slammed open. You looked up and couldn’t stop the smile from spreading across your face.

“It’s you! I’m afraid I drank your replacement coffee, cos you disappeared so quickly.”

Grumpy just glared at you. You noticed there was still a slight stain on his jeans. You tried a different tack.

“Can I help you with anything? Are you a vet, or looking to support a vet? We’ve got lots of programmes and support groups.”

Still without saying anything he tugged the glove off his left hand, revealing the metallic sheen of the most advanced prosthetic you’d ever seen. Understanding dawned.

“Ooo! Are you here for the amputee support group?” You looked down at your copy of the attendance list, noting that only one vet, one of the new guys hadn’t yet checked in. “Are you James Barnes?”

“Sergeant.”

A look of puzzlement marred your features.

“Pardon?”

“Sergeant Barnes.” You got it then. Some guys, especially if fresh out and still adjusting, preferred to be referred to by their military rank.

“Okay, Sergeant Barnes. I’ve just gotta get you set up here. What’s your date of birth?” You glanced up from your computer to find he was still staring at you.

“Seriously? You’re asking me that?”

You were confused by his tone; this wasn’t normally an issue.

“Absolutely. Gotta make sure I’ve got it all correct.”

“Like you don’t already know.”

Your almost permanent smile started to falter under his intense gaze.

“I really don’t. And I need it for the records.”

Barnes let out a resigned huff.

“Fine. Play your games. Seventeenth March, 1917.”

“1970? Gotta say, you don’t look like you’re over fifty. Good genes I suppose.”

“No, doll. 1917. One Nine One Seven.”

Now you were really confused.

“How is that possible? That would make you…” You paused while you did the maths in your head…. “One hundred and six. And like I just said, you don’t even look fifty.”

“Look, doll. Either you’re a really good actress, been hiding under a rock, or just dumb.”

Normally you could keep your cool, laugh and brush off negative comments, but something about the grumpy sergeant was rubbing you up the wrong way.

“That’s not very nice, Sergeant. Just because you don’t like the questions and don’t want to answer them properly, doesn’t mean you have to be mean to me.”

He sighed again and pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Are you really telling me that you don’t know who I am? Even with having my name in front of you, seeing my arm and me telling you how old I am? Don’t you ever watch the news?”

“Not really. It’s too depressing and sad.”

Another sigh.

“Okay, okay. My full name is James Buchanen Barnes, 107th. Presumed KIA in February 1945, but in fact taken captive by Hydra. I survived traumatic, unintentional amputation of my left arm via snowy mountainside, and was given a replacement by them when they brain-washed me, turning me into an assassin, and was kept cryogenically frozen between missions, spanning over 70 years. I was known as the Winter Soldier. My conditioning started to break in 2014 when I was commanded to kill Captain America, but as Steve was my childhood best friend, my brain rebelled. I went on the run for two years until I was framed for the assassination of King T’Chaka of Wakanda and captured by Shield, then triggered into my Winter Soldier state by a disgruntled Sokovian Baron, wanting revenge on the Avengers for the death of his family during the Ultron incident. I then spent a further two years in Wakanda, having my programming broken, recovering mentally and physically, and given this new arm, before fighting Thanos and getting dusted with half of everyone else. Came back in the Blip, and now supporting Sam Wilson as the new Captain America. I was pardoned for my past crimes and have to attend court mandated therapy and it’s been suggested that attending a support group could be good for me. Know who I am now?”

It was your turn to stare, eyes wide and mouth open as you absorbed all the information from his monologue.

“Soooo, what I’m getting is that you really are 106 years old and for some reason you have a pardon and court-mandated therapy for things you did while you were brain-washed. Seems hinky to me, but who am I to question it?”

A snort left Barnes’ nose, a mix of disbelief and amusement.

“That’s what you take from my story. No questions about Hydra, no histrionics about the fact that a famed assassin is standing in front of you?”

“Why would I? You’ve told me you’ve been ‘deprogrammed’, you’ve been referred to us for group support, and if you were that dangerous I’m sure I wouldn’t have survived the coffee incident this morning.”

His lips twitched, and his face transformed. The lines in his forehead disappeared and migrated to the corners of his eyes, eyes that were now less steel and more spring sky coloured.

“Nothing phases you, does it?”

“Nope. That’s why everyone calls me Sunny. And is that a smile I see, Sergeant? Don’t tell me that somehow I’ve broken through that stoic facade of yours?”

His smile grew wider.

“I’m sure you’re just imagining it. I’m still really annoyed.”

“Uh-huh?” You smiled back. No, you grinned back.

He leaned his crossed arms on the counter, his stance now far more relaxed.

“What other information do you need for that computer system of yours, Sunny? My telephone number perhaps?”

Oh, wow! He’d gone from grumpy to flirt in less than 60 seconds. Now he was fully smiling you had to admit he was kinda cute. Or rather hella hot. You resisted the urge to pull at the neckline of your top to let the steam out.

“I’ve already got a record of that here already, Sergeant.”

His arm reached over the countertop and he snagged your pen and notepad from next to you.

“Well, just in case you need it again for your records, or for any other purpose, I’ll write it down for you.”

If it was possible, your grin got wider.

“Why, Sergeant Barnes, that’s very… helpful of you.”

“Call me James, doll. Or Bucky, if you want.” The tip of his tongue peaked out from between his lips and you were mesmerised.

“Of course… James.”

You swore you saw him shiver as you said his name.

The clock above your head gave a ‘ding’ as it struck the hour, and you realised that his session was about to start. You gave a little cough and dragged your eyes away from Barnes’ James’ face and back to your computer.

“I’d best get this all finished off, so you can go join in the group. It’s really good - Joe is so lovely and supportive.”

You finished typing, directed him to stand in front of the camera (which he scowled at) and printed off his sticker ID.

“When you finish, just peel off the sticker, place it in the bin and note on the system that you’re leaving. That should be around midday.”

“And when do you get your lunch break, doll?”

Oh! How were you supposed to cope in the face of his megawatt charm? It had been a lot easier when he was grouchy, even though you’d wanted to tease him.

“Why, James, are you asking me out?”

“Well, you do owe me a coffee.”

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