Babylon B. Barnes

babylon ✪ b. barnes

summary | a certain sex demon uses you for his own pleasure.

pairings | sex demon!bucky x virgin!female reader

word count | 2,095 words

warnings | dubcon sex, vaginal sex, oral, violence, demon stuffs, manipulation?, virginity loss, demon!bucky, DARKISH!FIC, SMUT, 18+

THE DEMON IN the far corner watched as you fall back into the comfort of your soft bed, stripping yourself of your work uniform. you left on your bra and underwear, simply just laying back in the bed, not wanting to sleep. bucky moved between your legs and nearly let out a feral groan at the sight of the small damp spot on your panties. you felt your legs get pushed apart, but a deep, husky voice stopped you from screaming out. “hey doll” he nips at your lips, the feeling of him still lingering even though he pulled away. “bucky!” you cheered, closing your legs abruptly. a strong and quickly pushed them apart, clearly not in the mood for your ‘antics’. they were held against the bed, your muscles starting to hurt from the stretch. “stop it bucky” you whined out, too tired for whatever he wanted to do.

he didn’t listen to you, almost as if he was letting you know that he was the dominant here. “have you ever had your pussy eaten doll?” he asked, ripping your bra into tethers. his question made you shy away, the straightforwardness of it intimidating you. you shyly nodded your head no, making bucky let out a small, dark chuckle. he pulled your cotton panties down, admiring the way that you were even wetter now. you easily had succumbed to him, and he wasn’t going to deny you your release. he brought the panties up to his nose and inhaled your scent, a growl rumbling in his chest at the sweetness. he ran his warm digit up and down your folds, tracing your clit carefully.

you shivered at his touch, bucking your hips up unconsciously. you wanted more, more pleasure. bucky pushed your legs apart and dipped his head down towards your pussy, his eyes going from blue to black. you could see it, but you could feel the air in the room get heavy. he stuck his tongue out, probing at your entrance as his fingers rubbed your clit hard. the feeling was so foreign, but you didn’t fight it. he plunged his tongue into you, the thick, velvety feeling making you moan. he fucked you with his tongue, your moans egging him on. you reached down almost in habit, trying to grab hold of the demon between your legs.

bucky moved your hands to your side, spitting on your clit as he pulled his tongue out. he flicked your clit over and over before sucking it into his mouth. his thick digits moved to your entrance, pushing in without warning. you moaned loudly and arched your back off the mattress, pressing your pussy against bucky's face. you couldn’t see him, but you felt him, almost in your soul. you cried out as your legs started to shake, your orgasm washing over you. you gushed all over yourself, some of your cum spilling onto the cheap sheets below you.

bucky drank up everything you had to offer, the raging boner he had now painful. “come on baby, time to give me what i need” he ushered, stroking his big cock slowly. your mind was hazy as you struggled to acknowledge bucky’s words. you felt something much bigger than his fingers line up to your tight, virgin entrance. loads of pre-cum dripped on your pussy, the warm wetness of it making you moan. he slowly pushed in, gripping you painfully at the tightness of you. you whimpered loudly, his inhumane thickness stretching you past your limits. he kept pushing in, almost as if he was never going to bottom out. his pelvis finally touched yours, his cock filling you up to the brim. he smirked when he noticed the bulge of his cock through your stomach.

“oh bucky” you whimpered, hands gripping the sheets tightly. he hushed you quickly and pulled his hips back, only the tip of his cock still in you. bucky then started to fuck into you brutally, your tightness making him lose all control. he hammered into you as if he wanted to split your pussy in half. he groaned loudly at the sight of your pussy eating his cock up completely. his cock poked your cervix, your cries of pain only making him fuck into you harder. you were a mess of sweat and tears, your orgasm building up hard. the demon fucked into you harder when he felt you clenching around him, the only sounds in the room was your moans, his grunts and the found of skin on skin. tears dropped down your face as you came, your orgasm sending shockwaves throughout your body.

your saw stars in your vision, almost on the verge of passing out. you came over and over, almost as if bucky wasn’t going to cum at all. he bent down and sucked hickies all over your chest, marking you as his. with one final thrust, he filled you up with his cum, coating your walls in white ropes. he pulled out and kept his cum in you, the only thing dripping out was a few droplets of blood. you opened your eyes to see a figure, a large one to be exact. bucky reaches down and pressed a kiss to your lips, the figure doing the same. you then realized that it was bucky, and you immediately wrapped your arms around him. “bucky, did you just take my virginity?” you asked in absolute disbelief, still hold onto him. “yep, every time i have sex i start growing physically, so that people can see me” he explained as he lined his cock up to you. “o-okay” you meekly squeaked out, slightly confused. “you do want me to show physically?” he asked, rubbing the tip of his fat cock on your clit. “y-yes! please fuck me” you pleaded, still high on sex. bucky smirked and pushed his cock in, ready to come back to the mortal world.

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“oh bucky!” you moaned around, grabbing the pillow as bucky fucked into you from behind. “you love it when i fuck you, don’t you? my perfect little slut” he degraded, pounding into you harder and harder. you nodded desperately and snaked your hand down to your pussy, rubbing your swollen, sensitive clit. he fucked into you hard and fast, chasing both of your releases. “who do you belong to? hmm?” he questioned, teasingly slowing down his thrusts. “you bucky! only you!” you moaned out, urging him to fuck you faster. he speeded his thrusts back up and you started clenching around his thick cock, your orgasm close. you moaned out bucky's name as you squirted all over his cock. he groaned loudly as he watched your squirt, his hips stuttering as he felt his release close. you clenched around him hard, sending him over the edge. he came hard, his hot cum coming out in long spurts. he made sure it stayed in you when he pulled out, flipping you onto your stomach.

his hand rubbed the small bump in your stomach, your guts filled with his cum. you looked up at your demon boyfriend, who was now completely present. you touched his body, the hot flesh making you almost pull your hand away. he leaned down and pressed a chaste kiss to your lips, before picking you up. he sat on the bed and placed you in his lap, his cock hard for the millionth time. you felt yourself get wet, almost ashamed at how cock hungry you were. his lapis stare burned into your eyes, making you look down shyly. “can you ride me baby, please? then we can get ready for the party” he negotiated, knowing that you’d always put his need for sex before anything else. you agreed sheepishly, moaning softly as you felt him lift you up and drag his cock up and down your wet pussy. he lowered you down onto his cock, impaling you fully onto it. you threw your head back and started bouncing on his cock, eager to cum.

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you were sat on bucky's lap as you conversed with your friends from high school, catching up on each other’s lives. you nearly scoffed when you heard she had gotten married to a billionaire, knowing that their marriage wouldn’t last for two years. you downed the last of your drink, before bucky got up to refill it, leaving you and your friend alone. she soon left you once she spotted one of her ex boyfriends, and there you were sat all alone. you waited for bucky to return, and hopefully you both could ditch that lame excuse for a party. you traced shapes on your legs as you noticed somebody sit in front of you. “bucky how about w-” you started, before you looked up to see some stranger.

“yeah, not bucky” he smiled, trying so desperately to charm you. you got up without and word to go look for bucky, but the partygoer grabbed your hand roughly. “your boyfriend is bad for you, i can treat you so much better, let me help you” he smirked, trying to pull you towards him. you pushed him gruffly and ran off to look for bucky. you found him waiting in line at the drink table, stuck in the middle. you collided into his chest and sobbed, tears staining his red henley. “doll what happened?” he asked, his grip around you tightening. you told him everything, sobbing and hiccuping in between your words. you pointed out the guy and smoke nearly came out of bucky's ears, enraged with the mortal.

he stomped his way over to the guy, and you followed behind like a little puppy. “awe, did you run to your little boyfriend for he-” the man taunted, but quickly shut himself up when bucky swung his fist across his face. blood splattered along bucky's fist the man fell to the floor, clearly on the verge of passing out. without a word, bucky and you left the party, your spirits ruined by the man. you felt the dampness in your panties when you sat in the front seat, aroused by bucky. his large muscles bulged as he drove, the air thick with tension.

bucky parked the car in your driveway, opening the door for you. you stepped out and immediately hugged bucky, his muscles pressed against your chest. you sputtered our apologies over and over, blaming yourself for what happened. bucky smirked when he finally realized that it was then when you wrapped yourself around his finger. his eyes went from an ocean blue to pitch black, pressing your smaller body against his large one. he picked you up and took you inside, placing you onto the bed that you and bucky spent most of your time in.

“such a good girl for me, my good girl” he growled, ripping your clothes apart. he threw the shreds of cloth across the room and took off his clothes, the need for sex taking him over. you watched as he pulled his shirt over his head, revealing all of his rippling muscles. you moaned at the sight and laid back, wait for him to use you for his needs. he stroked his large cock and rubbed the pre-cum all over your small pussy, before pushing into you. he immediately started pounding into you, hammering at your cervix like to tomorrow. you moaned lewdly, the immense pleasure already melting your mind. the glint of darkness in his eyes didn’t go past you, but neither did it faze you. you felt so full. the powerful orgasm inside you that was building up caught you by surprise, but not bucky.

he pounded into you, hammered into your pussy harder than ever, but it was no different than how he fucked you before. his cock hit every spot in you, your eyes going back into your head. you came all around him, shaking with pleasure but he didn’t relent himself. you soon became overstimulated, babbling like a baby as you failed to register any of his words. he wrecked you with his big cock, his balls slapping against your ass and his pelvis against your clit. he growled loudly, the darkness in him shining through. he was primal, and so were his thrusts. he shouted out and spilled himself inside you, claiming you all for himself. he didn’t fall on top of you like usual, instead he continued, using you like his own little rag doll. maybe, just maybe, just maybe, the demon version of bucky was what you truly needed.

“oh, doll, you’re mine.”

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Uniform-/Praise Kink

Summary: Nat tries to convince (Y/N) to finally make a move on Steve, but she refuses. Unfortunately, Steve heard their conversation on a mission and now wants to know if she really wants him.

Warning: SMUT!, some dirty talk, praise, the damned stealth suit, teasing, oral (m receiving), unprotected sex (don’t do this)

Word count: 4074 (it wasn’t supposed to be this long)

AN - I’m so fucking sorry all of this took me so long.

AN2 - This is part of my 500 Follower Celebration.

AN3 - Feedback appreciated

Living in the tower was great for the most part. There was everything you could ever need and you did not have to worry about anything. Well, apart from the alien attacks and looming apocalypses.

The only thing that drove (Y/N) crazy was the blonde super soldier aka. Captain America aka. Steve Rogers. The perfect gentleman, always attentive and helpful, perfect body, perfect hair and a much too attractive face. Was it even allowed to look that good?

Right now, he stood at the end of the table and explained the plan for the mission, which would take place next week, but (Y/N) could not concentrate on what he said, too busy watching the muscles working under his much too tight shirt.

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Could you do a Chris Evans x reader where reader is a famous actress in the MCU and they’re best friends and they’re in love with each other but neither one knows and reader has to stay at Chris’ cause of the weather for a few days and it’s all angsty and eventual fluff

After All This Time

A/N: I’m so sorry this request took so long to do, I had no idea how to do this but I finally had a breakthrough with it and was able to do it the way you requested. I hope you enjoy it!!!!!!!!!!!! 

Word Count: 3,040

Warnings: angst, cheating boyfriend, language, fluff  

Chris Evans is by far, the greatest person in your life. You met him a couple of years ago when you were cast in an Avengers movie. Ever since then, you two have been inseparable. You were his best friend on and off screen, and he was yours. The chemistry between you two was undeniable, everyone saw it. You were always spotted in public together. Whether it was eating at a restaurant or going to theme parks.  The way you were with each other, you could easily be mistaken for a couple. Most of the time you were paired up together during press releases, and there was always a question that came up about your friendship.

You’d be lying if you said you didn’t have some sort of romantic feelings for him, of course you did. And it would be also be a lie if he said he didn’t have feelings for you, too. You had been there for each other through everything. No matter how many times you were told “Just go for it. You both are obviously in love with each other. You always have been. What do you have to lose?”, neither of you ever did anything about your feelings, afraid the other person didn’t feel the same way. It was your biggest fear. Losing Chris terrified you in every way. 

There had been a period of a couple months when Chris had been dating someone, and she immediately did not want you around. Chris hadn’t noticed her controlling his relationship with you until he realized one night that he hadn’t had an actual conversation with you in 2 months. He broke up with her instantly and flew to go see you and apologized for being such an ass and letting some chick come in between your friendship. 

The couple of boyfriends you have had since knowing Chris had problems with him instantly. They never liked the fact that he was always around or how you always talked about him. No matter how many times you said “He’s my best friend”, they never accepted it. You always ended the relationship the minute he asked you to stop talking to Chris, but Chris never knew that. You know how guilty he’d feel if he knew he was basically the reason your relationships always ended. You always just said that you were too different or that it just didn’t work out. 

Chris was always there for you for every breakup. No matter where he was or what he was doing, you always managed to spend a couple of days with him. You watched trashy comedies and ate too much junk food on his couch for a couple days and spent every waking moment with him. 

This breakup had been particularly rough. You had met the one guy who never had a problem with your friendship. Josh was very supportive of you having someone in your corner and loved how well he treated you. Chris always respected the boundaries and never pushed his limits, so there was no issue. Chris hit it off with him, too. They got along really well and always seemed to have a good time whenever they were around each other. You loved seeing your boyfriend and best friend together. 

After a year of dating Josh you surprised him at work for your 1 year anniversary with some lunch. You went up to his office and knocked on the door before opening it and once you saw him making out with his half dressed coworker on his desk. Without saying anything you dropped everything in your hands and ran out the building, ignoring the pleads from Josh. You immediately got in your car and called Chris. 

“Y/N! How did the anniversary surprise go?” His voice rang through the phone. A sob left your mouth as you rested your forehead against your steering wheel, tears flowing.

“What’s wrong? What happened?” Chris’ voice laced with concern. 

“H-he’s cheating on m-me! W-with some g-girl from w-work!” You continued sobbing with the phone pressed against your ear. 

“Oh, Y/N. I’m so sorry. Did he tell you that he was or did you find something?” He asked. You took a few deep breaths to try and calm down before you continued.

“I went to his office and when I opened the door he was making out with his coworker. Half her clothes gone and his tongue down her throat.” You said, tears still freely falling. 

“What a fucking asshole. He’s lucky that I can’t go over there and rip him to shreds.” Chris spat. “Do you need me to go back? I can probably find a flight back tonight. I don’t want you to be alone.” He said calmly. You could hear him tapping on his computer, probably looking for flights back to LA. He was currently in Boston for a couple weeks in between filming. 

“I was thinking maybe I can fly out to you? I don’t want to be here, Josh knows where I go when I’m upset and I don’t want to deal with him right now. Plus I heard Boston is pretty nice this time of year. I’m tired of this 80 degree weather in January business.” You chuckled a little. You leaned back in your seat and closed your eyes. 

“I think that’s a great idea. My mom has been telling me nonstop how much she wants you to fly out here and see everyone again. I’ll book a flight for you. I’ll be at the airport to pick you up, okay?” He said. 

“Thank you, Chris. I don’t know what I would do without you.” You sighed. 

~

You’ve been in Boston with Chris for the past couple of days trying to come to terms with the fact that your relationship with Josh is over. You talked to him on the phone after not answering his dozens of calls and messages and decided that the relationship could never recover from what happened and you were better off not being with him anymore. 

Chris sat next to you on his couch as you hung up the phone, wrapping his arms around you as sobs left your mouth. After the 3 days or so, although you were still sad, you had started to become angry and frustrated. 

“I thought I had finally found a good one. I really did. I thought we were going to be in it for the long run.” You sighed, running your hand across Dodger’s soft fur. He had his head on your lap, almost like he could sense you needed to be comforted and loved. “We talked about moving in together and getting married and starting a family. At this point I might as well just settle for being a crazy catlady and give up on finding someone to settle down with. I’m almost 30 for fucksake.” You scoffed. 

“You’re going to find someone Y/N. I have no doubt that your perfect guy is out there somewhere.” He smiled slightly at you. It hurt him more than anything seeing you so upset, he wanted nothing more than to see you happy. Josh made you happy, but you seemed to always have hesitations in your relationship with him. 

Although you had talked about your future with Josh, there was something holding you back from fulfilling those hopes and dreams with him. Something inside of you always held back from moving forward with Josh. He had asked you to move in with him right before your anniversary, but you told him you weren’t ready for that and told him to bring it up before the end of the year. 

He had asked you about getting married and the possibility of him proposing to you, but you dismissed it and avoided any further questions about it. You always feared that as soon as you started to settle down that Chris would suddenly realize that he had feelings for you and would confess it, and you couldn’t do anything about it. It was silly. You felt like it was your fault that Josh cheated on you. Maybe he was tired of waiting for you. 

You sat there in your thoughts for a while, absentmindedly petting Dodger. You looked over at Chris and saw his gaze focused on the TV in front of you. You had your legs tossed over his thighs, your back against the side of the couch, Dodger tucked between your legs and the back of the couch. 

Chris had his hands resting on your legs, one by your knee and another by your ankle. You were both under respective blankets, shielding yourself from the cold. It seemed so domestic to you. You had always done this sort of thing with Josh but it just never felt right. You never felt like you were at home whenever you were with him. 

“I should probably get some sleep. I’ve got a long day of traveling tomorrow.” You sighed deeply, sliding your legs off of his and moving the blanket from your body. You stood up from your spot on the couch and stretched your muscles a bit. Chris stood up with you and wrapped his arms around your shoulders, bringing you closer to him. You wrapped your arms around his waist put your head against his chest. 

“You’re going to get that family, Y/N. You’ll settle down with the perfect guy and have everything you’ve ever wanted. I’m sorry Josh is such an asshole and didn’t realize what he was losing. You deserve so much better than that piece of shit and you’re going to get it. I have no doubt.” He said to you. You teared up a little bit at his words and just stood there in his embrace. 

Your heart was telling you to scream to him right there and then how much you love him and that he’s the perfect guy and you want to be with him for the rest of your life. But your brain reminded you of the consequences of telling him how you feel if he didn’t feel the same way. You internal conflict brewed within you and before you could do anything, you pulled away from his warm embrace and walked up the stairs to the guest room. 

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You woke up the next morning to the smell of coffee filling your nose. Your eyes fluttered open as you rolled over to check the time. It was a little after 9am, and you had to be at the airport in a couple hours. You sat there for a few minutes before peeling the covers off your body getting out of bed. You shuttered at the cold tile against your feet as you walked towards to kitchen, the smell of coffee getting stronger. 

As you entered the kitchen you saw Chris leaned against the counter with a mug in one hand, his phone in the other. You admired how effortlessly handsome he was. He was wearing a t-shirt with some sweatpants, his hair disheveled and a tired expression painting his face. 

He noticed you come in and shot you a small smile and immediately grabbed another mug and started making you coffee. You graciously accepted the warm cup and started to drink it, hoping it would take away some of your exhaustion. 

“How did you sleep?” He asked quietly. 

“Not too well. I’m kinda anxious about going back to LA.” You replied. 

“You don’t have to go back yet, you’re more than welcome to stay here longer. Dodger and I love the company.” He shot you a sympathetic smile. 

“I think it’s time for me to go back and face everything. I can’t avoid it forever. I need to clean out my apartment of everything that reminds me of him and start fresh. Maybe it’ll help me feel better.” You sighed. “Or maybe I’ll go crazy and wreck the place and never go back. Who knows?” 

Chris chuckled and continued to sip his coffee. You stood there in a comfortable silence for a while, finishing your cup and scrolling through your phones. After about 15 minutes you went back to your room to get some of your stuff together before you needed to leave for the airport. 

You were seriously contemplating staying with Chris for a couple more days, dreading the moment you have to walk back into your apartment. As you were packing your things Chris walked into the room and sat down on the edge of the bed.

“So there’s a massive snow storm coming and the airport is cancelling all flights out of Boston until further notice. Roads are going to be shut down by tomorrow. We’re expecting more than 5 feet of snow. Looks like your staying longer after all.” Chris said, looking at his phone. You let out a sigh of relief and collapsed on the bed. 

“Guess you’re happy about it, huh?” He questioned. He moved your suitcase off the bed and laid on the bed next to you. You were both on your backs, you were staring at the ceiling and you could feel Chris looking at you. 

“I didn’t really want to go back, it’ll just make everything real.” You sighed. You don’t ever want to go back. Being here with Chris brings you so much happiness, even if you’re here because of terrible circumstances. 

“You don’t have to go back if you don’t want to. I’m here for a couple more weeks and then we’re supposed to be back on set in Atlanta. You can stay until then and we can leave from here.” You looked over at him with hope in your eyes. 

“Seriously? I know you’re here to spend time with your family I don’t want to take you away from that.” You said, looking over at him. You could see something in his eyes. They seemed to be sparkling, you couldn’t understand why. 

“Y/N, it doesn’t matter where I am, there’s always a spot for you where I am. You can stay with me for as long as you want.” He said, looking you in the eyes. The corners of your mouth tugged up in a smile. 

There was something about the moment that made your heart beat faster and the butterflies in your stomach go crazy. Every nerve in your body was telling you to tell him how much you love him, how badly you want to be with him. You wanted a forever with him. Every dream you had about your future involved him and there was nothing that could change that. 

“Chris, can I tell you something? I just feel like I need to get something off my chest and it may work out in my favor, but it may not. I just can’t keep it in anymore.” You began. He nodded slightly and you closed your eyes, taking a deep breath. 

“I love you. I’ve loved you since the moment we met. You are my everything and I don’t want to live without you by my side. You make me feel things that I have never felt for anything, not Josh not anyone I’ve ever been with. You are it for me. You are my endgame. Anything I ever do in my life, I want to do it with you.” You proclaimed. His breath hitched in the back of his throat after the first 3 words. His eyes scanned your face for any signs that you were joking, or just messing with him. All he saw was the way you looked at him with such love and admiration. He couldn’t seem to find the words to say. 

He brought his hand up to your face and brushed a piece of your Y/H/C out of your face before cupping your cheek. Your breath hitched in your throat at his intimate gestures and continued to scan his face. 

The next thing you knew he brought your body on top of his and pulled your face down and planted the most loving kiss you have ever received onto your lips. You placed your hands on either side of his face, deepening the kiss, craving more. His hands moved to your waist, pulling your bodies closer together. 

“So I’m guessing you feel the same way?” You whispered as you pulled back, Chris whining at the loss of contact. 

“I can’t even begin to explain the way I feel about you, but I hope that kiss is a good place to start.” He breathed. You smiled down at him and pressed your lips against his once again. Every single nerve in your body was on fire. You couldn’t begin to explain the way you felt. After a few minutes you pulled back and rolled off of Chris’ body and laid next to him. Your head in the crook of his neck and your hand going up to his face. 

“I am utterly and absolutely crazy for you, Chris Evans.” You purred, snuggling up closer to his body. 

“And I am utterly and absolutely crazy for you, Y/N Y/L/N.” He gushed. He wrapped his arms around your body, bringing you as close as he possibly can, not wanting to ever let you go. “So since this is a forever thing, should we talk about baby names?” He said in a serious voice. You looked up at his and your Y/E/C eyes met his piercing blue ones. 

“Baby, love you more than anything in this world. But if you are thinking we’re naming our son Tom or Brady… you’ve got another thing coming, Evans.” You chuckled. He dramatically sighed and looked you dead in the eyes. 

“And to think, I was going to buy you your dream house and help you fill it with kids. I just can’t believe you won’t let me name just one of those kids Brady.” He said shaking his head. You lightly smacked his chest before breaking out into a fit of giggles. 

“You’re gonna buy me my dream house? What about WE buy OUR dream house?” You grinned. He grabbed one of your hands and brought it up to his lips before a smiled graced his perfect face.

And that’s exactly what you did. 

The Arrangement Chapter 1

Summary: You finally agree to a date with ADA Jacobs, but Chris happens to interrupt with a supposed emergency. Alex comes up with a drastic idea that could change both your and Chris’ lives forever.

Author’s Note: Happy New Year’s readers! Here it is, the beginning of The Arrangement. I hope you enjoy it going into the new year.

Taglists are open!

Warnings: nosy-jealous Chris, crazy ideas, interrupted dates, more crazy ideas

Chapter 1: The Idea

Word Count: 1,027

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Apartment 8c - Chapter 1

Telling the Kids About Your Separation

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Summary: college au. you and bucky are the closest of friends, the most functional of roommates, and… exes. but just because it didn’t work out romantically doesn’t mean he has to move out! it’s not like he’s so deeply in love that he can barely breathe. totally not in love. at all. not even a little. maybe. 

Pairing: bucky x reader

Warnings: language

A/N: SHE’S BACK, LADIES. the only tag list i’m using is the permanent one, nothing specifically for this series sorry!

“You guys said it wouldn’t last…” 

Natasha looks between the two of you. Steve’s beer is at his lips but he doesn’t take a sip. Wanda’s fingers pause in the bowl of popcorn she’s placed in her lap. Only Sam has a visibly emotional reaction. 

He’s on the verge of bursting— maybe in frustration as the two of you are blocking the television, maybe in laughter. 

It doesn’t help that you’ve hidden your hands behind your back. Nor does it help that you and Bucky are both grinning like giddy idiots while you stare at your friends who now sit with pin-straight postures on the sectional in your living room.

“And you were right!” you shout once several awkward beats have passed. 

There is a loud POP! when you bring your hands forward to twist the bottom of a party popper, iridescent confetti falling over the coffee table and tangling itself in Natasha’s hair, and a triple air horn sound effect cuts through the silence when Bucky opens the app on his phone. 

The two of you are laughing and high-fiving one another, but the four before you continue staring. 

That is, until longsuffering Sam— fingers pressed into his temples— speaks. “You called us over here to tell us you broke up?” 

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