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warm mugs and warm hugs

Christmas fic ⛄

PAIRING—boyfriend!bucky barnes x gn!reader

SUMMARY—as Bucky's partner you absolutely can't allow it that he spends Christmas alone.

WARNINGS—hurt/comfort, sad Bucky, a pinch of angst but this is technically a fluffy fic

A/N—I know its way past Christmas but hey IM BACK BITCHES

A knock awoke Bucky who's in bed, well more like disturbed as he wasn't actually asleep. He tried but Bucky's an insomniac; who's only effective sleeping pill is you. He groaned as he rolled off his bed, landing on the soft but rough carpet under the wooden bed frame.

" I swear to God, it's the holidays, didn't that mean I get a few days where people don't disturb— " his annoyed murmurs was silenced by the view of the person on the other side of the door. The corners of his mouth turn upwards as he saw the person through the peephole. Half your face hidden by a scarf, a box of cookies on one hand and a thermos on the other that contained hot chocolate, held by cute green mittens that he gifted you a few days prior. Pride filled his chest as he sees the green mittens being out to use.

" doll ... you're supposed to be with you're family " Bucky's raspy deep voice called and sighs as he accepts your hug, a warm feeling dancing on his stomach as the smile on his face widens when you nuzzled your head on his chest. His arms wrapping tighter around your body as he finally feels at home, the cold atmosphere of his apartment warming up with just your presence.

" and I am " your small murmured voice replied as he pulled both your bodies near the kitchen whilst still in each other's embrace.

A comfortable silence fell as the two of you untangled from each other. Your hand immediately clasping itself with his as you looked at him with lots of love but a tint of sadness as you remember the reason you were here in the first place.

He sighed seeing the look on your eyes, mistaking it for pity but he knew you were just concerned but deep down he thinks just like everybody else, you just pity him and sometimes he's scared it's the actual reason that you're dating him.

Your body immediately followed Bucky's as he turned away from you, his head turning to yours as you use your palm to gently hold the side of his face. The growing beard slightly tickling your palms as you caressed his cheeks, a sad smile forming on your face as you notice his eyes that couldn't look at yours.

" hey, I'm not mad, I'm just ... it's the holidays, it's Christmas—it's an unspoken rule that you can't be alone for Christmas, baby "

He mirrors your hand, the back of his fingers slowly caressing the side of your face. He's still cautious about touching you even with his non metal arm because just like everything in his life, he thinks he'll ruin you—hurt you and even worse break you.

You knew that, you saw a lot of times how hesitant his touches was even in the middle of very intimate moments but you're patient. You knew being with him wasn't gonna be easy but you didn't hate him for that, not even a little bit. You never got tired proving Bucky that he could never hurt you and you never will. The love you have for Bucky is unconditional.

" remind me to beat bird brain's ass tomorrow " He replies with a little laugh.

" don't even, he tried to hide it but I spot liars even from a hundred miles away.

—you told me you'd be with Sam's family for Christmas because Steve's with Sharon, again I'm not mad ... why did you lie? did you hate the idea of meeting my family that much James? "

James, he's fucked he thinks; you only ever call him James in serious situations, when your angry or worse—dissapointed.

" No! of course not doll, I-I " He immediately cups your face on his large hands, your cheeks slightly getting squished together that made him chuckle as your glare intensified.

" Sorry doll—It's just I don't want to ruin your family's Christmas incase they don't like the fact you're dating me, no parent would be calm when their child is dating the world's most dangerous assassin " He laughs as your cute face felt irresistible, even if his own words degraded his being but he couldn't control his laugh as all he could see was your cute grumpy face with furrowed brows and cheeks that were still cupped by his large hand.

" ex-assasin, James—we've talked about this and my family would be scared at first but they wouldn't hate you "

" stop calling me James, doll "

" I'm dating you, they're gonna be protective, especially my mom but that's just because I brought home a boy " You ignored his words, taking his hands off the sides of your face. You held both his hands in yours, with a tight grasp and a deep breath you look straight into his steel blue eyes.

" I love you, Bucky "

" and I love you too, you're too good for me " He said with love and sadness lacing his tone. Slightly tilting your head as you make a move to kiss Bucky. Smiling against the feeling of his soft lips with the roughness of his stubble. The two felt the warmth of each other as they explored each other's bodies a bit. You're hands wrapping around his neck while he grabs your waist with his hands.

As the two of you separated for a breather, you looked at each other's eyes full of love.

" doll, not gonna lie, I kinda want that hot chocolate now " you chuckle slightly and pecking his lips once more.

The both of your spent two hours just talking about random things while you sat on the counter and Bucky stands in-between your legs. The two of you holding warm mugs filled with hot chocolate that had little marshmallows floating on the top. Bucky could stay right here forever.

But the two of you find yourselves minutes later on the top of the rooftop of the building his unit was at, laying flat on your backs on the room's roof that was built on the top floor, so that the two of you would be closer to the stars. Your fingers pointed out one of the constellations you knew, the bright lights of the moon and stars reflecting on your eyes because that's where Bucky was looking. You eyed the stars with amazement as Bucky looks at you with eyes filled with adoration. He loves you so much sometimes he questions why you're with a guy like him.

" I suggested we go here so we could look at the stars not so you could look at me, sergeant "

" not my fault you're a much better view doll "

" god you're such a romantic and they don't believe me when I say the great Bucky Barnes actually wrote me a poem once "

" to be fair it was a shit poem "

" it was the effort I liked "

" so you do admit it was a horrible piece of literature " He said chuckling as he moves his body closer to yours, using one of his elbow to support the top half of his body. His other hand immediately holding your hand that wasn't busy feeding yourself cookies.

" I love you "

" I know "

" I love you, doll, I am so in love with you and its scares me sometimes just how much I'm in love with you " he said while chuckling at the end as a big smile was painted on his face. His smile starts to falter seeing you have no reaction and your eyes that didn't meet his.

" I love you too " you whispered almost too quietly

" good, you kinda got me there so—uh so why the sad face? ... shit, was that too sudden? " He questioned, closing his eyes as he ran both hands through his hair

" I know we've only been dating for a year and well a couple months but— "

" no, uh nothings wrong "

" okay doll, that's pleasant to here " he humors making you slightly chuckle

You reached for his hand, locking your fingers with his as your finally look directly at his eyes

" I love you all the time. Every minute of every day and sometimes you pretty much the only reason I wake up in the morning, so I guess this is it, I love you and I don't ever wanna live without you James "

Your confession made Bucky feel like he was in heaven, like all the secrets of the world was bestowed upon him by Jesus. God, you were going to be the death of him and God does it scare him that your now his biggest weakness. He'd do absolutely anything for you, he'd die for you, he'd even kill for you if you asked.

" don't ever have to worry about me disappearing doll " He said with a straight face before immediately catching your lips, both his hands cupping your face gently.

" Merry Christmas, Baby " you said as he parts away his lips from yours while still cradling your face.

" I promise, you'll never have to celebrate Christmas alone, ever "

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“Are you an angel?”

He says it all woozy and completely deadpan, totally at ease - a natural flirt - like waking up in a hospital with a neck brace on and your motorcycle presumably totaled in some back alley was just another thing on a Tuesday’s schedule to tick off.

Who knows; maybe it was for this guy.

pairing: biker bucky x nurse!reader

summary: bucky barnes is a magnet for danger, bad karma, and pretty woman - not necessarily in that order. a motorcycle crash lands him in reader’s ER, and it looks like he might have just found himself a new game of high-stakes chase.

synopsis: part one of - hopefully - a new series, content warnings for minor medical procedures, i.e., injections and such. biker bucky is always a classic, and i wanted to write it, so i did.

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Sunrise - Master List

summary: After an explosion takes his arm and his only sense of belonging, Bucky is discharged from active duty and sent back to civilian life. Left with a storm of unchecked guilt, Bucky is content to live out the rest of his days in the hollow comfort of the dark. This is, until Sam drags him down to the local VA and he meets you. (Modern AU) parings: bucky x reader (veteran!bucky x librarian!reader) series word count: ~57k warnings: heavy emphasis on Bucky’s PTSD and depression (panic attacks, nightmares, dissociation, flashbacks, survivor’s guilt), a super sweet and shy Bucky, a bunch of book recs, smut (18+, will be marked by chapter with *), a surprising amount of fluff given these warnings 🧡

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Dangerous game

Pairing: Bodyguard!Bucky Barnes x female!reader

Summary: Following Bucky’s orders was never your strong suit. But when you sneak out when there’s a threat, you learn that sometimes it’s best to listen.

Warnings: pet names [princess], a smidge of angst, a bit of fluff, smut; mention of non-con (not by Bucky), unprotected sex, allusion to oral (f recieving). THIS BLOG IS 18+ ONLY. MINORS DNI.

Author's note: because I can’t seem to focus on one thing at once I finally got around to finishing this. This was born from the gif because damn he looks so good. (word count: 1.9k)

"You're playing a dangerous game, princess," Bucky growls into the phone. 

"Yeah? Well it's a shame you're going to lose then isn't it?" You counter, rolling your eyes at your friend who can’t stop giggling. 

You know it isn’t the smartest of ideas sneaking out when Bucky has specifically told you to stay in tonight but at this point, you were finding it hard to care. Being cooped up for the past week was driving you crazy. You’d grown up with empty threats your whole life thanks to your father, the majority of your childhood and teenage years were sheltered and you’d be damned if you let your twenties go the same way.

“Tell me where you are and I’ll come get you and we can put this behind us,” Bucky grits through his teeth.

You can picture him right now, jaw clenching deliciously as he tries his best to stay calm. Riling him up is your favourite game to play.

You wink at your friend before giving Bucky your final words, “eat me, Barnes.”

You end the call, throwing your phone back into your purse before linking arms with your friend and heading inside the crowded club. 

After a couple of drinks any underlying guilt you felt at sneaking out had dissipated. You let the beat of the music take over as you danced with your friend, easily catching the eyes of some men across the room. You grind playfully back into your friend, throwing a wink at the cute guy who couldn’t take his eyes of you, only breaking eye contact to turn to your friend.

“I’m going to head to the bathroom, I’ll be right back!” you shout over the music before heading off the dancefloor. 

You were so used to having a bodyguard with you, you hadn’t even thought to keep aware of your surroundings. It isn’t until you’re dragged into a dimly lit storage room that you realise the position you’ve put yourself in. 

“You’re a hard little thing to get alone,” a voice growls in your ear, your front pressed harshly against the wall, your hands in a tight grip behind your back.

“Get off of me,” you shout, struggling in the man's grip.

The chuckle he lets out has your stomach churning in fear, “you’re a feisty little one, I like that.”

Your panic only grows as you feel him press into you harder, feeling his erection against your ass, it only has you struggling more. 

He whips you around so quickly it has your head spinning, one hand grips your wrists, pinning them above your head as the other takes a tight hold of your jaw. 

The smell of cigarettes on his breath has you gagging as he speaks, “now, my boss doesn’t care what state I deliver you in, as long as you’re alive, so I'd suggest you behave.”

Your eyes widen as you stop struggling to get out of his hold.

“Not as stupid as you look are you,” he snarls, “you’re a pretty little thing though, might just have to have some fun anyway.”

Fear surges throughout your body. You know you can’t overpower him but you refuse to just accept what’s about to happen. 

In a last effort of defiance you spit in his face, “fuck you!”

The smirk that stretches his chapped lips is nothing short of evil, “oh I plan to.”

You scrunch your eyes shut as he leans in, the feel of his tongue against your cheek has a broken sob escaping you. But, as soon as you feel him pressed against you he’s gone.

Without his body to keep you upright you slide down the wall to the floor, hugging your knees tightly as you keep your eyes tightly closed. 

You can hear commotion until it all goes quiet. Yet you’re too shaken to open your eyes. 

“Princess, it’s okay.”

At the sound of Bucky’s voice your eyes shoot open. The man that had grabbed you is laid unconscious in a heap by the opposite wall and Bucky is crouched in front of you, his eyes wildly scanning over you. 

Without a second thought you fling yourself into his arms, your tears finally escaping as your body shakes with the force of your cries. 

“Shh, you’re okay, I’ve got you. You’re okay,” you hear Bucky’s voice whisper to you softly, his hand soothing up and down your back. You grip onto him tighter, the leather of his jacket scrunching in your fists as he lifts you gently and carries you from the room.

By the time he has you in the back of the car your crying has stopped and a quietness settles over you both. Without looking you know his eyes are constantly flicking to look at you in the rear view mirror. 

It’s not until he’s gotten you home and into your room that you finally speak.

“I’m sorry.”

You can tell he wasn’t expecting that, his eyes widening slightly as he sighs, running his hand down his face.

“This shit is exactly why I need you to listen to me,” he says slowly, you’re not sure if it’s to keep from scaring you or to keep his anger in check. 

“I know,” you whisper.

“I’m not trying to clip your wings here, princess,” he sighs, sitting next to you on your bed, “but when I say there’s a threat, it means there’s a threat.”

“You don’t have to pretend to care about me, I know it’s your job you care about,” you snap. Your shock and fear slowly morphing into anger and embarrassment at the situation. 

His breathy chuckle surprises you almost as much as his next words, “you clearly haven’t been paying attention, princess,” he murmurs, cupping your cheeks in his large hands as he guides you to look at him.

You’re so used to seeing Bucky with a frown on his face - let’s face it, you don’t make his life easy - that the softness he’s levelling you with now is hard to digest. 

“You’ve got me all wrong if you think I don't care about you.”

Your eyes widen at his admission, your heart pounding in your chest for a whole new reason. You can’t help as your eyes flick from his eyes to his lips, your tongue dampening your own in the process. Bucky’s eyes watch the movement and his eyes seem to darken. 

The two of you move almost in sync as your lips press together. He holds you with such a delicate touch, as if afraid you’ll break, and as much as you appreciate it, it’s not what you need right now. 

You make the move to straddle his thighs, your hands tangling in his hair as you press your lips harder against him - hoping he’d get what you need. Yet, his hands rest gently on your hips. 

Pulling back breathlessly you rest your forehead against his, “please make me forget, Bucky.”

He pulls back from you slightly, tucking your hair behind your ear, “princess, are you sure about this?”

You nod meekly, “I don’t want to feel his touch on me.”

Those are all the words Bucky needs to hear before he’s flipping you onto your back swiftly. His lips descending on yours in a passionate kiss as he slots himself between your thighs. The short dress you’re wearing settles around your hips but you don’t have it in you to feel shy as his lips scorch a path down your throat. 

“Fuck, princess, thought about this moment for so long,” he grunts, his fingers trailing up your bare thigh before pressing down on the front of your silk panties.

Your back arches at the contact as you tug on his hair to pull his lips back to yours. 

Bucky rubs you over your panties, swallowing the small whimpers coming from you.

“Please Bucky, need you,” you sob.

“Yeah, want my fingers, princess?” he teases, pulling your soaked panties to the side and groaning at how wet you are.

“Want your cock,” you plead, too wound up to feel embarrassed by how needy you sound, “please fuck me.”

You clench around nothing at the growl he lets out as he sits up quickly. He shrugs his leather jacket off, the black t-shirt underneath clinging to his muscular form. You watch as he undoes his belt, not even bothering to take it off before he’s pushing his jeans down just enough to release his hard cock. 

He smirks at the whimper you let out at the sight of him as he leans back over you, resting his weight on his metal arm as he grabs his cock. Your body jolts slightly as he taps the head on your sensitive clit.

“You ready, princess?” he whispers against your lips.

You wrap your legs around his hips, pulling his full weight onto you as you kiss him again, only parting from his lips when you feel him start to push into you. 

The stretch is delicious and you can’t stop the groan that falls from your lips as he slowly pushes into you fully. 

“So fucking tight,” he grunts above you, his breath fanning your neck, sending shivers down your spine. 

The low growl he lets out as he starts pulling back goes straight to your core as you clench around him. You’ve never felt so full, so complete, so safe. 

He pushes back in with a harsh thrust that has your back arching. The pace he sets is rough and fast - just what you need. 

You grip onto his shoulders, holding on as he pushes your body to pleasure you’ve only ever dreamed of. 

“Fuck, yes, right there,” you chant as he hits your spot with each thrust. 

“You like that, princess?” he grunts, his flesh hand wrapping gently around your throat - not enough to restrict your breathing but enough to send your heart soaring. “Gonna have to keep you stuffed with my cock to stop you running off.”

You whimper against his lips, “won’t do it again, I promise.”

“I know you won’t. Can’t lose you, princess.”

He kisses you with a ferocity that has you mind spinning. Your grip on him tightening as you come closer to your end. 

“Shit, Bucky, gonna cum,” you pant.

When his metal digits reach your clit it sets your whole body ablaze. You clench around him like a vice, causing his hips to stutter as he cums with a groan. 

The two of you lay there for a moment. Bucky’s face is tucked in your neck and you can feel his panting breath against your sweat slicked skin. 

“I mean it, you can’t do that again,” Bucky whispers after some time. The vulnerability in his voice has guilt stirring in the pit of your stomach.

You give his hair a gentle tug, hinting at him to look at you. When he does you rest your palm against his cheek, smiling at the way he leans into your touch.

“I promise, I’ll listen. It won’t happen again.”

Seemingly satisfied with your answer he leans down to capture your lips in a soft kiss before he sits up between your legs with a smirk, pulling his softening cock from your aching hole. 

“Well, now that you’re taken care of, I have a request to fulfil.”

You watch as he grips your panties, pulling them down your legs before spreading your thighs further, keeping them open with his shoulders.

“Buck, what are you doing?” you ask hesitantly.

He looks at you with a glint in his eye, “I seem to remember you saying ‘eat me, Barnes’.”

Thank you so much for reading! I hope you enjoyed this slice of bodyguard!Bucky ❤️ as always, comments and reblogs are super appreciated ✨❤️

Sleepless nights

Roommate!Bucky x Fem!reader

Summary - Weeks of not being able to get off leave you restless and without sleep, and after hearing your troubles through the thin walls, your roommate, Bucky, decides to help you out.

Word count - 4.6k

Warnings - (+18) Smut, masturbation, oral (f receiving), fingering, pet-names, dirty talk, friends to lovers, fluff.

A/n - Well. Let's just say I did not expect to write over 4k words of pure smut, but I'm not mad about it.

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Hours. It had been fucking hours of you tossing and turning and there was still no sign of sleep coming anytime soon.

Your eyelids were heavy but your mind was running a mile a minute, refusing you the simple release of rest.

It wasn’t just tonight that you lay awake half the night, for about a week now you’ve been running only on caffeine, barely sleeping at all and you were starting to lose hope that you’ll ever get a decent nights sleep again.

You could give a decent guess to why you couldn’t sleep.

Bucky had only moved in three months ago, but living with somebody else in a tiny apartment with very thin walls proved to be more difficult that you had expected.

You hadn’t been able to get off in weeks, and it was the most sexually frustrated you’ve ever been in your life.

There was a rule you made for yourself when he first moved in.

Never masturbate with Bucky home.

It was a simple rule, one fairly easy to follow. Your walls were thin and Bucky’s enhanced hearing was something you were very aware of. But your resolve was cracking.

You need it.

You’re fucking desperate.

You groaned quietly into your pillow, opening your eyes to adjust to the darkness of your room. There’s no point in trying anymore. You’re never gonna sleep again.

Your bed was too warm, your pillow too flat, everything uncomfortable for no apparent reason and it was driving you insane.

You adjusted your position again, lying on your back to stare up at the ceiling.

You can’t do this anymore.

The thought of finally feeling that release was enough to make you clench your thighs together, images and scenarios filling your desperate and horny brain as you let your eyes fall shut.

You thought about feeling the weight of someone above you, kissing your lips, slipping their tongue inside before lowering their mouth to your neck, marking you, then lower, teeth catching on your nipple before soothing the sting with their tongue, lower, lips against the soft skin of your stomach, lower, brushing against your navel, lower.

You thought about his lips on your clit as a teasing kiss as he looks up at you with a smirk when you moan, his blue eyes sparkling mischievously in the dim light of your bedroom.

You ripped your eyes open, your gaze shooting to the wall to the left of your bed.

The image of him between your legs stayed vivid in your mind.

It certainly wasn’t the first time you’d imagined sleeping with Bucky, but it was the most vivid daydream you’d ever had about him.

He was the most gorgeous man you’d ever seen, of course you’d grow to have feelings for him, he was sweet, charming, caring, and too goddamn smooth for his own good.

It was agony sometimes, the way he’d flirt so shamelessly with you when you were sexually frustrated beyond reasoning, it led to a rather dangerous dynamic between you, both teasing the tension more and more until someone finally did something about it, but you were certainly just as stubborn as Bucky, and there’s no way you'd admit to your feelings first.

Your hand was resting on your stomach your body begging you to slide it down further, to feel the mess you’d already made of your underwear.

He’d most certainly hear you if you weren’t careful, but you couldn’t wait any longer, your clit was throbbing with need, your eyes falling closed again as your hand inched lower and lower, slipping under the waistband of your shorts and then into your panties to press two fingers against your clit, gasping at how sensitive you were before quickly snapping your mouth shut, taking a moment to listen for any noises from Bucky’s room and then making gentle circles with your fingers when you felt the coast was clear.

Your head sunk into the pillow, your hips lifting to grind against your hand as the tension in your body started to melt away, your teeth pulling harder at your bottom lip in attempt to keep any noises at bay, but when you started to speed up your fingers, a quite whine slipped out and you were to invested in your own pleasure to notice.

Bucky did though, he noticed everything, heard every damn squeak your mattress would make every time you shifted in bed, heard the quiet noise often playing through your phone as you scrolled aimlessly through social media, he could practically hear you think, so he most certainly heard the soft, whiny moan that made his cock twitch in his boxers.

He knew you weren’t getting much sleep recently, he knew that because he wasn’t either. It’s not like he blamed you, Bucky had his own problems, chronic insomnia being one of them, but knowing that you were also awake all night, tossing and turning just as he was, for some reason made it worse.

The noise wasn’t the problem, he’s had over 70 years to get used to his enhanced abilities, hearing the thump of someone’s heart in their chest was normal to him, the constant noise was more normal, more natural to him now, than the expected quiet he'd hear without the serum.

He liked that he could hear your heartbeat, he liked that he could hear your gentle humming as you showered, he liked hearing you laugh at whatever you were looking at on your phone, so loud and so clear through the thin wall that he could almost imagine that you were laying beside him, giggling at something he had said.

But god he fucking loved hearing the moans kissing his ears right now.

It felt wrong, it felt dirty, but you were making the most beautiful noises, and Bucky couldn’t help but imagine you laying in bed, your hand between your thighs, touching yourself like you needed, your pretty lips parted and eyes closed- no, eyes open, watching him as you let him hear you, let him watch you.

Bucky hissed and cursed quietly when he squeezed his dick through the fabric of his boxers, a soft groan escaping him when you moaned again.

This is wrong. It’s so fucking wrong, but how could he not.

He tried desperately to justify himself when he shifted in his bed, moving closer to the wall to his right to hear you better, his hand sliding under the waistband of his underwear to wrap around his cock, but the guilt and shame of it made him quickly come back to his senses and he ripped his hand away, sitting up in his bed and resting his head back against his headboard, closing his eyes.

“Bucky.”

He jumped forward, a sharp intake of air catching in his throat at the sound of you saying his name. At first he thought he had been caught, and the guilt worsened, but another moan followed and suddenly he was breathless.

“Fuck Bucky, please.”

He groaned again, his cock so hard that he could feel precum weeping from the tip, making a small damp patch in his boxers.

It took everything in him not to get up and burst into your room, the knowledge that you were thinking about him as you touched yourself was driving him insane, fucking feral.

His fists were clenched in his lap as he breathed through his nose, pushing away the urge to touch himself as he told himself that he could wait it out without being too much of a creep.

He didn’t have any headphones yet, that was still on his list of things to invest in, so he couldn’t exactly stop himself from listening. Not that he wanted to at all, but for your sake.

He waited, listening to your heavy breathing that was steadily speeding up, your quiet moans getting slightly louder as you drew closer and closer to release.

Bucky's cock was throbbing, begging for him to touch himself along with you.

Both of you were on the edge of your seats, waiting for you to climax, waiting for the release, but as you got closer, the tension in your core depleted, and you lost your rhythm, letting out an upset, frustrated cry when you couldn’t cum.

Bucky froze, listening to the muffled, annoyed groan you let out into your pillow, a whispered, “fuck.” escaping your lips.

It was silent for a moment.

Bucky could hear the loud beating of his own heart in his ears, but not a sound from you, not until he heard the quietest sob and he was standing in an instant, his previous lust discarded as he ripped open one of his drawers and pulled on a pair of grey sweatpants and a t-shirt.

He could hear your cries getting louder as he left his own room and walked to yours, his forehead falling to the cool surface of your bedroom door as he gathered enough courage to knock.

You froze when you heard the gentle knock on your door, startling you as tears continued to stream down your cheeks.

Did Bucky hear you? Was he at your door to tell you to shut up so he could get some sleep?

Your face heated with embarrassment and you sniffled and cleared your throat, calling out a small, “yeah?”

Bucky swallowed down his nerves, and cleared his own throat, “I heard you crying. Just wanted to check on you, make sure that you’re okay.”

You rubbed your hand across your forehead, there’s no way he didn’t hear you moaning the way that you were only minutes ago if he managed to hear your frustrated crying into your pillow, however, the worry in his voice made your heart swell despite the awkward circumstance.

“I’m okay Buck, just- just tired.” You replied and Bucky sighed, his eyebrows furrowed.

“D’you want me to come in? Could give you a hug if you want one?” He offered.

You bit your lip as you considered his offer, Bucky did give really good hugs, and you most certainly needed one right now.

It was probably a bad idea, and given the fact that you were just masturbating to thoughts of him certainly didn't make it any better, but you found yourself answering before your brain could catch up with your mouth. “Yeah.”

Bucky smiled to himself, reaching for your door handle and letting himself in, tutting gently at the sight of you sat in the middle of your bed with your knees tucked up to your chest, tear tracks drawing lines down your cheeks as you sniffed.

“What's the matter, honey?” He walked to the edge of your bed, his eyes soft when you reached your arms out for him, wanting that hug he had promised.

He sat on your bed and pulled you to him, his metal arm cradling your back as his flesh hand rested on your hair, holding you close to him as you tucked your face into his chest.

He laughed when you grumbled something into his shirt, “What was that, doll?”

You took a deep breath and moved your head to the side, your arms slipping around Bucky’s waist to squeeze him back, making warmth spread across his chest.

There’s no point in pretending what just happened didn’t happen, so you decided to just say it, “You heard me didn’t you?”

Bucky’s hand that was stroking your back stuttered in its movement, and you immediately knew the answer to that question.

“Uhh... heard what?”

You groaned in embarrassment and Bucky blushed, “I appreciate you trying to not make this awkward, but we both know that you definitely heard me.”

Bucky didn’t reply, he didn’t know what to say, he felt disgusted with himself.

“I’m so sorry, I obviously thought I was being a lot quieter than I actually was. Fuck, this is so embarrassing.” You pressed your face into his shirt again and Bucky’s arms tightened around you.

“Hey, you got no reason to apologise, you live here, you have every right to do whatever you need to do whenever you want. I’m the one who needs to apologise, listening in on you like some fuckin’ creep, I’m so sorry Y/n.” He frowned into your hair, the self-loathing was practically rolling off him in waves.

“Bucky, you did nothing wrong, what could you have done? It’s not like you could’ve turned your hearing off or anything.”

He went quiet again, his frown deepening at your words. If only you had known the thoughts that were running through his mind as he listened to you, the way he imagined how you would feel squeezing his fingers, or his cock, how you’d taste.

“You don’t understand, Y/n I-“ He trailed off, unsure on how to word his confession, he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable, but he couldn’t sit there and lie as he held you in his arms. You pulled back slightly, just enough so that you could look at him, and you took in the guilty look in his eyes as the blush deepened on your cheeks, connecting the dots yourself.

“Oh.” Was all you could say, your hands were suddenly clammy, your throat dry as you imagined Bucky touching himself to the sound of your moans, it made your heart thump harder in your chest and he most certainly heard it.

“I didn’t come in here to embarrass you or anything, and I definitely didn’t come in here to try to start something, I just couldn’t sit there knowing that you were crying in here by yourself. I can leave if you’d like. I should probably leave.”

You quickly shook your head, holding him tighter to stop him, “No, stay. I’m not upset Buck, I still think you have no reason to feel bad.”

Bucky pulled a face, his confusion obvious, his dark eyebrows furrowed, eyes squinted and you pulled away from him to switch on the lamp on your bedside table, smiling when you could finally see his features better in the soft, dim light.

“But I- the things I was thinking, doll. Had no right to creep on you like that, I even-“ He stopped himself again and you bit your lip, sitting on your knees in front of him.

“Did you touch yourself?” You asked quietly, watching Bucky’s adams apple bob as he swallowed, his tongue darting out to wet his lips like he so often did.

He nodded and you squeezed your thighs together.

"But I stopped myself. It was wrong.”

Bucky watched you chew on your lip and the sight made him breathless, the previous excitement from earlier making a quick return.

“So you didn’t cum?“ You almost whispered it, your face inching closer to his and he shook his head, “Neither did I.”

You didn’t know where this boldness was coming from, but you weren’t about to question it when Bucky was staring intensely at you like you were a goddess to be worshipped.

His hand slid to your waist, squeezing slightly and urging you to move forward, onto his lap.

"You never told me why you were crying." He reminded, gently running his hands up your bare thighs as you made yourself comfortable.

The two of you had never been so close before, so close to crossing the lines you've both been longing to cross since you'd met, and after a three month long game of cat and mouse, you were finally ready to bite the bullet.

"I needed to get off so bad, it's been so long Bucky and I needed it, but I just couldn't." You didn't care how whiney you sounded, all you cared about was feeling Bucky's erection straining against his sweatpants between you.

“You want some help, kitten?” He asked, his voice rough in the early hour of the morning, his eyes gleaming with hunger, just like the image of him that your mind had made earlier.

You nodded and glided your hands into his hair. Your face so close to his.

“Want me to make you cum, sweetheart? Make you feel good?” You kept nodding his words sending shivers down your spine, eyes falling shut as you grinded your hips against his, earning a hoarse groan from Bucky.

“Please,” You begged, raking your nails through his hair as he hummed, letting himself relish in the sensation before he wrapped his arms tightly around your waist and stood, walking to the end of your bed and laying you down before crawling on top of you.

“Of course, honey.” He whispered gently, and then his lips were on yours, softer than you could’ve ever imagined, sweeter than you’d ever dreamed. His tongue was like silk as it slid against your bottom lip, teasing you before slipping into your mouth, exploring in a way that wasn’t too much, just enough to leave you wanting more.

You moaned into his mouth, pulling gently on the hair at the nape of his neck and he responded by nipping at your lip, making you gasp.

“I heard you say my name. Were you thinking about me? While you touched yourself?“ He spoke in between kisses, moving to the spot just below your ear and leaving open mouthed kisses there to give you the opportunity to respond.

You could barely form the words, so focused on how Bucky’s body felt pressed against your own but he nibbled on the lobe of your ear to get your attention.

You nodded, holding his head to your neck to tell him to keep doing whatever he was doing when he traced his tongue below your ear, sending a shiver down your spine.

“I always think about you.” You replied breathlessly and he moaned into your ear, his breath hot on your neck.

“Fuck.” His left hand shifted to your waist, slipping under the hem of your t-shirt and slowly easing it's way onto your skin, you gasped and clenched your stomach when the cold metal met your skin, Bucky almost pulled away, but you arched your back, pressing yourself against his hand, "I always think about you too."

The confession sent you dizzy, along with Bucky's touches as he carressed your soft skin, slowly returning his lips to yours when he felt that your neck was appropriately marked up for him. His hand moved higher and higher, until his fingers brushed the underside of your breast and you arched your back even further, pushing your chest to his.

"Please, buck-" You gasped against his mouth and he pulled back to get a good look at you, his fingers drawing teasing patterns around your nipple.

Your eyes were half-lidded, lips all pretty and swollen from his kisses as you writhed under him, fucking desperate to be touched.

He swore the sight was enough to send him delirious.

"Please what, honey? Talk to me, tell me what you want and I'll give you exactly that." His voice was sweeter than the nickname he'd given you, the pretty words whispered into your ear and all you could do was moan back at him.

"I want-" You paused, you wanted everything, you wanted all of him, all at once, wanted him inside of you, but you thought back to the way you had imagined him pleasuring you earlier, and suddenly you wanted to feel that soft, hot mouth of his in between your legs.

Bucky took in how gone you were, pushing your hips up to grind against his, you needed the release so bad.

"Want to know what I want?" He offered and you nodded instantly, your legs wrapping around his hips to push him down onto you, grinding against him.

"Fuck- wanna taste that pretty cunt of yours, wanna eat you till you can't form a fucking thought, doll." He rolled his hips as he spoke to you, feeling how soaked you were through your shorts, "You want that, honey? Want me to clean up that mess you're making between those pretty thighs?"

You nodded breathlessly, drunk on the feeling of Bucky's hand roaming your skin, you needed more.

You tugged at his shirt, making Bucky chuckle when you struggled to get it off him, he sat back on his knees and reached behind his back to grip the soft material, pulling it over his head and tossing it away, revealing to you his beautifully ripped torso.

It was hard not to gape up at him like he was carved by the gods, because he was, and Bucky almost blushed at your unabashed staring.

He loomed over you with those broad shoulders, silver dog tags hanging from his neck, hunger in his eyes. Of course, you noticed the scars, hundreds upon hundreds of them, scarred tissue that had been broken and left to heal without care, decades of anguish and pain and torture, written deep into his skin, carved into his left shoulder, where skin met metal.

You reached forward, your hand caressing his chest with a barely-there touch, brushing over his dog tags, tracing lightly on a pink scar that stretched across his right collarbone, and settling over his heart, feeling the steady beat beneath your finger tips.

"Beautiful." You breathed and watched as Bucky's lips parted in surprise, it wasn't often he'd receive pretty words in response to the ugliness that was his scars. His tongue darted out to wet his lower lip and pull it between his teeth before he let go and breathed a short laugh, head shaking as he leaned over you.

"That's my line." He lifted your shirt ever so slightly and pressed a kiss to your sternum, his eyes darting up to meet yours as his lips touched your skin, "Can I take this off, sweetheart?"

You let your fingers glide along his back, nodding before lifting your arms to let Bucky guide the shirt over your head.

You didn't feel self conscious to be exposed to him, you didn't really get the chance to before Bucky was groaning out a soft 'fuck' and his mouth was already wrapped around your left nipple.

Immediately, you were a mess again, moaning out in pleasure as Bucky's hot tongue laved over your peaked nipple, sucking it into his mouth before pulling away and blowing cool air onto your heated skin.

He then swapped sides, paying his attention to your right nipple and sending shockwaves down your spine when he used his metal fingers to twist and tweak at the left.

"Fuck, Bucky please-" You groaned, lifting your hips off the mattress, needing to soothe the ache between your legs, he hummed against your skin.

"What is it, honey? You getting all desperate for me huh? I can practically feel you throbbing, sweetheart."

God, this man and his mouth.

He smirked when you didn't respond and lifted his head from your chest, kissing your lips and dipping his tongue into your mouth for a moment before pulling away and kissing your throat.

You shivered as he travelled lower and lower, another kiss to you nipple, lower, a slower, sweeter kiss to your stomach, lower, just below your navel, lower.

He tucked his fingers under the waistband of your shorts, licking his lips and meeting your eye, "Off?"

"Please."

He smiled at you and nodded, pulling them from your body without hesitation, taking your ruined panties with them. Then he parted your legs.

"Fuck." His lips parted, completely breathless as he stared down at you layed out before him, "God, Y/n- So fucking pretty, never seen anythin' so fucking pretty."

You were soaked, your cunt glistening and throbbing, and all for him.

Bucky felt like he had died and gone to heaven.

He laid on the bed, between your legs, staring at your pussy with half lidded eyes, and just as you thought he was about to finally touch you were you needed it, he turned his head and kissed the inside of your thigh.

You whined out in protest, wiggling your hips and glaring at him when he smirked at you, moving to the other thigh and nipping at the soft flesh with his teeth.

Your eyebrows were pulled tightly together, your hands gripping at the bedsheets. The anticipation was fucking killing you.

"Bucky- shit- just-" You were cut off by a throaty moan when Bucky suddenly moved forward and licked a long stripe through your folds.

Your legs practically wrapped around his head, your hands gripping his hair as he circled his tongue around your clit, teasing you in the most delicious way before finally wrapping his lips around it and sucking hard.

Bucky groaned against your cunt when you pulled his hair, the vibration sending a jolt through your stomach.

His hands then squeezed your thighs as he moved his head lower, tongue-fucking you and moaning at the taste.

"Taste so fucking good, pretty girl." He moaned against you, before burying his face impossibly closer, his nose nudging your clit.

You were a mess, pulling harder on his hair as every swipe of his tongue sent waves of ecstasy through your veins.

His right hand drifted from your thigh, caressing up the inside of your leg and reaching your cunt, Bucky pulled away to watch you.

He parted your folds with his fingers, gently rubbing your clit with the soft pad of his thumb long enough to have you writhing beneath him. You watched as he bit his lip, his eyes gleaming as his hand travelled lower, his index finger sliding inside of you, feeling you clench around him as he fingered you slowly, adding a second finger shortly after.

"God, you're fucking soaked." He murmured, and then his mouth was back on you, sucking on your clit with his fingers pumping inside of you.

It was heaven.

You could already feel the coil in your stomach tightening and you wrapped your legs tighter around his head, pushing his face against you as you rocked your hips below him, urging him to add more pressure.

You'd always imagined he'd be good at this, but the orgasms you'd achieved at the hand of the wet dreams you've had about your roommate paled in comparison to the earth-shattering orgasm that tore through you when Bucky rubbed your clit in tight circles with his pointed tongue and curled his fingers inside you at the same time.

Black dots filled your vision, your heart thumping in your ears as Bucky rode you through the orgasm, his tongue replacing his hand at your entrance, lapping at your soaked entrance, only stopping when you hissed at the oversensitivity.

It was only as you came down, returning to your body and mind, that you realised you were holding onto Bucky for dear life, your hands fisted in his hair and your legs wrapped around his head, ankles crossed at his back.

"Sorry," You breathed, releasing him and softly raking your nails across his scalp, making him smile and shiver when they reached the nape of his neck.

"Never apologise for anything like that, doll. That was fucking amazing." He pressed a kiss to the inside of your thigh, and then another one to your hip as he crawled his way back up your body, finally kissing your lips again.

You blushed when you tasted yourself on his lips. He chuckled and kissed you deeper, his tongue sliding against yours.

He then pulled back and kissed your nose, taking note of the tired smile on your face.

He was practically throbbing with need, but you were exhausted, so he pushed the unholy thoughts to the back of his mind and took a deep breath.

"C'mon, kitten. Time for bed." He whispered, kissing in-between your eyebrows when you furrowed them and standing from the bed, walking to the side and lifting you into his arms.

"But Bucky-" You started as he knelt on the bed and laid you down on the sheet.

"No buts. You're exhausted and you need to rest."

You tried to protest, but your eyes just grew heavier as you sunk into your mattress. Bucky slid into the bed beside you after taking off his sweatpants, leaving him just in his boxers, and you felt the perfect warmth of his body wrapped around yours from behind, his arm wrapped around your waist and holding you close.

It has been weeks since you'd gotten a proper nights sleep.

"What about you?" You whispered sleepily, very aware of his erection pressed against your ass, Bucky laughed, his hot breath fanning against your shoulder.

He tucked your body closer to him and pressed a kiss to the nape of your neck, "What about me?"

"I didn't get to touch you." You were half asleep already, your tired voice way too cute for the vulgarity of your words, "Wanted to make you cum. Wanted you to fuck me."

"Oh honey, we have all the time in the world for that, gonna make you cum more times than you can count, but I need you rested."

You moaned at the thought, pushing your ass back against him, smiling when he groaned, "Promise?"

"Promise."

possessive (b.barnes)

pairing: soft!dark!bucky x fem!reader

fandom: marvel - masterlist here!!

summary: bucky doesn’t share, especially when it comes to you.

word count: 1100

warnings: manipulation, gaslighting, sub!reader (bordering on little but no regression), reader calls bucky daddy, bucky is a prick but also soft

You’ve never been in a more devoted relationship than the one you share with Bucky; sure, you know it’s intense and maybe a little wrong how possessive he is over you, but how could you ever care when he treats you so well? He gives you anything you could possibly want, showering you with affection at all hours of the day and spoiling you with gifts. Not to mention how pleasing he is to look at - six foot five of thick muscle carved by the gods themselves, yet still so caring and gentle. Really, could you have found a better man?

He’s so devoted, in fact, it doesn’t even occur to you when he’s cancelling plans on your behalf and distracting you every time you try to leave the house; not until your friends are complaining that they haven’t seen you in the longest time. He neglects his own friends, always saying that he doesn’t want to even look at anyone but you. You don’t realise the lengths he’ll go to to keep you trapped in his little bubble, locked away from the outside world. Keeping you where it’s just you and him. Forever.

So when you’re all dolled up and ready for a girls’ night with Natasha and Wanda, you know Bucky has an excuse on the tip of his tongue. Unfortunately for him, you’re riled up and already prepared for an argument.

“Bunny…” he calls as you saunter past the bedroom door in search of your favourite pair of heels.

“What, baby?” you answer, fluffing up your hair and making sure your pale lipstick and mascara are pristine. He pads into the bathroom behind you, surprisingly light on his feet for such a huge person, and snakes his arms around your waist, pressing his chest flush to your back. His chin rests in the dip of your shoulder and he kisses your neck, purposely pressing his growing hard-on into your back. The sight of you in the mirror - short black dress hugging every curve and ridge on your body just right, smokey eye makeup accentuating your features and hair styled and billowing around your face - is enough to drive him insane and want to take you over the sink right then and there.

“Bucky, no,” you scold, elbowing him and sliding out of his grip, “You got yourself all worked up on purpose so that I wouldn’t go. Take care of yourself.” Your voice is determined, a steel and grit behind it that he hasn’t heard from you before. He needs to up his game.

“Bun, please,” he moans, “Can’t do it by myself. I need you, angel. Please.”

His breathy whines catch you off guard; Bucky, your towering, terrifying boyfriend that brings grown men to tears, is begging you. He uses your surprise to his advantage, forcing his lips on yours and muffling your protests. By the time you wrench yourself away, your resolve is crumbling and Natasha and Wanda are almost forgotten.

Almost.

“You can’t do this every time I want to do something fun,” you huff, pushing at his chest indignantly, “‘s not fair, I’m not gonna have any friends left.”

“You have me, don’t you? Or am I not enough for you anymore? You don’t want me anymore, hm?” He pouts, actually pouts, crossing his arms and turning his back to you.

“Bucky, you know that’s not what I meant,” you object, already stepping towards him.

“It’s fine baby, go out. See if I care,” he spits with as much venom as he can muster, the quivering of your bottom lip enough to make his chest ache. This is for your own good, he reminds himself.

“Wait, daddy-,” you whimper, reaching for him again. Your retreat into subspace means he’s already won and he knows that. He smirks to himself, hardening his expression before turning back to face you.

“What are you still doing gaping at me like an idiot, hm? Fuck off, brat.”

Tears well behind your waterline and you grab for him again, only for him to move out of your grasp.

“Stop it,” you murmur quietly, the tears silently spilling over and down your cheeks, “You’re being mean.”

“I am,” he assents, “Because you’re being an entitled brat and you hurt my feelings.” He advances on you slowly. “You think they love you like I do? Huh? No one will ever love you as much as I do!”

“‘m sorry, daddy,” you babble desperately, grabbing his black henley in your fist, “I don’t wanna go, wanna stay here with you.”

“Really?” He cocks an eyebrow skeptically as you cling to his towering frame, crying into his chest; he makes no move to reciprocate, knowing exactly which buttons to press to keep you needing him. To keep you attached and obedient. You’re his and his only and you should know that by now.

“Please, daddy. Don’t be mad. Don’t need anyone but you.” Your voice is muffled through his shirt and your makeup is already ruined, streaks of nude pink lipstick and black mascara smeared down your face. Bucky coos, lifting your chin and forcing you to look at him.

“There’s my good girl,” he praises, thumbing your cheek and spreading more makeup along it, “Where’s my good girl been? Thought I lost you, poppet.”

“I’m sorry,” you sob, guilt gnawing at your chest as he finally hugs you back, “Don’t leave me.” You hear yourself begging and at any other time you’d be mortified. But you’re so deep into your subspace that the only thing your fuzzy, dazed brain wants is daddy.

“Never, bunny. Daddy forgives you, okay? I’m just sad ‘s all.” His brows furrow, and he knows it's cruel to make you feel so awful for something that’s not your fault, but he can’t help but push you to the edge.

“Daddy, wanna make you feel better,” you sniffle, pawing at his chest, “Please, ‘m sorry for bein’ so bad. I feel so stupid.”

“Shh, none of that,” he croons, kissing your forehead; you relish in the feeling of him so close to you, his warmth and familiar scent making you dizzy. You wrap your arms around him; your head only reaches the bottom of his chest but still you press yourself further until you’re hanging off of him. He chuckles, hoisting you into his arms and bouncing you lightly, rasping a low “clever girl” into your ear.

“Love you, daddy. I’m sorry,” you cry.

“Love you too, poppet,” He soothes you with quiet words and touches until you’re pliant in his hold, gazing up at him with so much love and affection. You don’t even realise he’s manipulating you. And he has you right where he wants you.

Quiet

Bucky Barnes x Shy!Reader

A/N: as always, gentle reminder that English is not my first language :P Feedback is very well appreciated! I have a second part planned for this one :) -C

Word count: 1.2k

You’re shy. It’s not a secret. You have a hard time handling social settings and you really only speak when it’s absolutely necessary.

When you were in the field, physically fighting was your last resort. You were a witch, like Wanda, so you stuck to using your powers as much as you could, staying in your comfort zone.

The team was really sweet about it. They never pressured you to speak and they never pushed you to say or do anything you didn’t want to. You mostly kept to yourself, especially during the first 6 months as part of the team.

One day, you decided that maybe you should socialize a little more, that these people were trustworthy and they cared about you. You came out of your room and you remembered Steve’s words, “we have movie nights every Saturday, you’re always welcome to join us”

All eyes were on you as you walked into the living room and you hated it “hey, Y/n!” Tony said welcomingly and the others waved or said hi too.

“Hi” you heard Bucky say, looking up at you from the couch, smiling.

You smiled back, your face beet read, and sat next to him.

—

Bucky loved when you talked to him.

The first time you spoke to him, it had been a month since you sat down with the team to watch a movie. It was the morning and as always, Bucky was the first to be awake, having a cup of coffee by the counter.

“Good morning, Y/n” he said to you as you walked in, not expecting you to say it back, but saying it anyways to make sure you knew you were always welcome to be where he was. He noticed your puffy eyes and messy hair, she’s so cute in the mornings, Bucky thought, well she’s always cute.

“Good morning, Bucky” you said quietly before grabbing a cup of joe of your own and retreating back to your room.

Bucky couldn’t move. He thought your voice was the most beautiful sound in the whole world. It was just as smooth and sweet as honey, and he thought that if you asked him to walk through fire, he would. He would do anything you asked with that sweet voice of yours and he would do it without a second thought.

The second time you spoke to him, it was during dinner. You were all seated at the table and the team chatted and bickered with each other, while you stayed quiet as always.

Suddenly, Bucky pulled away from his conversation with Sam and sneezed into the inside of his elbow.

“Bless you,” you said sweetly before you could realize it.

The entire table went silent and you were sure you could hear a pin drop. All eyes were on you and you blushed, you we’re clearly uncomfortable. You weren’t used to all the attention.

“Thank you, Doll” Bucky said, smiling at you.

You nodded and quickly looked back to your plate. Bucky noticed how uncomfortable you looked and cleared his throat, urging the rest to go back to their conversations.

The third time, was Bucky’s favorite so far.

He was sipping his coffee while F.R.I.D.A.Y played his playlist. When Y/n walked into the kitchen, the sun was still rising “Good morning, Bucky” she said sheepishly when she noticed him.

“Mornin’ Doll” he smiled ear to ear, and it made your heart leap in your chest. You liked it when he called you that.

You recognized the song that was playing and Bucky watched as your expression turned into one of melancholy and nostalgia, your eyes glimmered like the stars.

“I like that song” you said unexpectedly and Bucky nearly fell out of his chair.

“Yeah?” Bucky said, his heart beating rapidly. Every time he got to hear your voice felt like a miracle.

You nodded, smiling and looking at the floor “my mom used to sing it to me before bed” you sang along quietly as your favorite part came along.

“While I’m alone and blue as can be, dream a little dream of me”

Bucky almost melted at the sound of you. He thought you would’ve given angels a run for their money. He was completely infatuated by you and everything about you. She’s like a fairy, Bucky thought in disbelief. How could someone be so wonderful?

“You have a beautiful voice, darling” he couldn’t help calling you pet names. He was head over heels for you and he could count the sentences you had said to him in one hand.

Your eyes widened, butterflies soaring in your stomach at the sound of the pet name “I- thank you. Bye, Bucky” you were clearly flustered.

Bucky watched you leave with a ridiculous smile on his face. God. She’s adorable.

From that day on, you gave Bucky little snippets of yourself, and he felt comfortable asking you questions, knowing you would answer. He cherishes the tiny conversations stupidly close to his heart and he has every one of your phrases tattooed onto his memory

“I like the caramel creamer. It reminds me of fall”

“I have a slight obsession with Notting Hill”

“I love that song”

“What was Brooklyn like in the 40s?”

“Bless you, Bucky”

“Thank you, Bucky”

“Good morning, Bucky”

“Goodnight, Bucky”

Bucky thinks he could listen to you talk about absolutely anything for hours on end.

The team definitely noticed that you only ever spoke to Bucky, and they all talked about how cute the two of you were, Sam teasing Bucky occasionally, just enough to make him blush but never making fun of you. They were all glad you had someone you felt comfortable talking to.

—

Even though you were perfectly comfortable with talking to Bucky, you still hated being the center of attention and you were easily overwhelmed in large groups of people. Baby steps, sweetheart, Bucky had told you.

On one Sunday morning, you entered the kitchen and the entire team was sitting at the counter having breakfast, while Bucky sipped on his coffee from the other side of the counter, leaning against the table top next to the coffee pot.

You weren’t expecting this many people. Your eyes widened and you stopped in your tracks “Good morning, everyone” you said meekly. Everyone greeted you back, smiling.

“Mornin’” said Bucky to you, sweetly.

You walked over to him sheepishly and reached for his hand. He held your right hand while you poured your coffee with your left hand. When you turned around all eyes were on you and your hand linked to Bucky’s. It made you sweat, you didn’t know what to do, so you just left.

“Can you guys be fuckin’ normal?” Bucky snapped

“What?” Tony asked defensively

“Every time she walks into the room you go quiet and stare at her like she’s some kind of animal” Bucky was frustrated “Just stop it, okay? Don’t stop your conversation when she comes in. And certainly do not stare at her! can you not see how uncomfortable it makes her?” He complained

“Oh my god.” Sam said.

“What?” Bucky replied.

“You’re in love with her” Sam said in disbelief.

Part 2

Quiet II

Bucky x Shy!Reader

Warnings: men (jk just one creepy guy but nothing particularly triggering)

Word count: 1.8k

A/N: this is the second part to this writing; thank you so much for all the love on this one, I’m a bit overwhelmed from all the sweet messages, you’re all very kind <3 Please send me an ask if you’d like i’d love yo talk to u! Requests are open :) - C

Bucky’s mouth dropped when he first saw you.

For the past few months, you’d been a little more vocal towards the team, still shy and easily flustered though. Bucky absolutely adored making you blush. He hadn’t told you he had feelings for you, in fact he was terrified to do so. He hopes he finds the courage to do it tonight. Tony was hosting a gala and the team had been pestering you to go, so you agreed. Bucky promised to be at your side the whole time.

You were wearing a green satin dress, with a low cleavage and a slit exposing your right leg. You were glowing. Wanda had gotten you ready, doing your make up and combing your hair to perfection.

When you walked out to the living room where everyone was waiting, she did jazz hands around you “Voila!” She said, smiling brightly “isn’t she stunning?”

Tony whistled and Steve punched him lightly on the arm. Bucky turned around and his jaw hit the floor. You were glowing. “Oh my god, she looks like a princess!” Nat said cooing.

You shook you head and covered your burning face.

You felt one warm soft hand and one cool, firm metal arm wrap around your wrists, pulling them away from your face. “Don’t hide, Doll, please. You look beautiful”

Your heart nearly melted and you hugged him tightly, with your face in the crook of his neck “you look very handsome, Buck” you said quietly, just loud enough so that he could hear “you always do”

A shiver ran down Bucky’s spine and suddenly he felt tongue tied.

“Alright, come on lovebirds,” said Sam “we’re running late”

You smiled at the term ‘lovebirds’ and your cheeks glowed pink

“C’mon beautiful” Bucky took your hand and you followed into the compound’s parking lot.

The team got into the limo Happy was driving, and Bucky turned to you.

“Wanna ride with me?” He asked in a loving tone

“You have a car?” You asked, curious

“Not quite” a smile pulled at his lips and you followed his sight to a shiny black motorcycle.

Your eyes were wide and your mouth was wide open. Bucky laughed “that’s yours?” Bucky nodded “Oh my god” you ran your hands along the cool material of the bike “I’ve always wanted one of these. I don’t even know how to ride it”

“I can teach you how to ride it” he said with a small smirk

Your eyes widened slightly and you gulped, your heart beating rapidly.

“Yes,” you said, quiet as ever “Yes, I would like that”

Bucky felt his cheeks burn hot and he shook his head, smiling. You had managed to make him flustered. He cleared his throat.

“Let’s go,” he put a helmet on you and you smiled up at him.

He got on the bike and you got on, behind him “Put your arms around me. Hold on tight, doll”

You wrapped your arms around him and held on for dear life, Bucky noticed you were shaking a little. He took your hand and kissed it. “Do you trust me?”

“Yes” you said without a second thought.

“Relax then, darling. Been ridin’ since the 40s” he caressed your hand with his thumb before putting it back around his torso

You enjoyed the ride a lot. You liked seeing the city lights and the cool wind felt nice against your skin.

When you got there, Bucky swooned at how you hadn’t let go of him yet. “You can let go now, Sweetheart”

“Oh” you giggled and Bucky smiled at the sound. He got off the bike and took his helmet, and yours, off quickly.

“I-uh” you looked down at the slit of your dressed and your exposed skin. “I’m not really sure how to get off without- oh fuck it” you bunched up the skirt of your dress at the sides, your left leg completely exposed, right up to your hip bone, and you got off the bike swiftly, as gracefully as you could.

Bucky stood speechless and quickly looked away from you when your eyes met his, embarrassed to having been caught staring.

He held out his arm and you linked his arm with his. “Thank you for the ride, James” you said before kissing his cheek.

Bucky was sure you had some evil plot to kill him tonight. He loved when you called him James.

“Anytime, doll face”

You both walked into the party together and you immediately started to feel overwhelmed. You weren’t fond of big crowds like these.

Bucky sensed your nervousness “wanna go get a drink?”

“Yes, please” you said eagerly.

…

Steve had whisked Bucky away from you to introduce him to some people when you were sitting at the bar, playing with the straw of your third drink.

“Hey gorgeous” you looked up to a pair of dark green eyes.

You couldn’t bring yourself to speak. You nodded.

“I have to say… you look fantastic in that dress” he looked you up and down and you didn’t like it. Not at all. “I’m Clark” he said smugly, extending his hand out to you.

You shook it quickly and looked away from him.

“You don’t have a name?” He chuckled.

At your lack of reply, he retorted “I’ll call you Mousy then. Since you’re so quiet” he said almost mockingly. You hated men like this.

“Why don’t you and I go somewhere else to talk?” He put his hand on you arm and you froze and the contact.

You stood up from your stool “n-no thank you,” you stuttered quietly before leaving quickly to find Bucky.

You walked as fast as you could and noticed he was following you, walking a few feet behind you.

You bumped into people and the noise was driving you insane. The music was extremely loud and you had to push past a sea of people. Your breathing was starting to hitch.

Finally, a miracle. You stumbled into Bucky and he caught you, looking away from his conversation with someone else and his eyes looked at yours full of concern.

“Excuse me,” he dismissed the old philanthropist that had been pestering him with questions about his arm. He put his arm around you and led you to an empty balcony.

You exhaled a shallow, uneven breath and looking behind you, the man didn’t seem to be following you anymore

“Everything okay, doll?” He held your chin in between in his thumb and index finger “what’s wrong?”

“Men” you huffed. “This guy was being weird and when I got up to leave he started following me” you frowned and looked at the floor “and there was so many people I had to push through and I didn’t wanna be rude but-“ you realized you were rambling and shook your head “sorry”

“It’s okay” he hugged you close, drawing patterns on your exposed back, his fingers leaving goosebumps in their wake. “I’m sorry men are gross”

He held you for a little while and the steady sound of his heartbeat kept your nerves at bay and your soul at ease. His fingers on your skin felt like heaven and you never wanted to leave his embrace. He felt like home.

Bucky recognized the song that was playing through the speakers in the balcony and his ears perked up.

“Hey” he pulled away just enough to face you, his arms still wrapped around you “Wanna dance?” The sight of you under the moonlight made his knees weak.

“I’m not a good dancer” you said, letting shyness take over you again and scared of having to dance.

Bucky realized he really didn’t care about the dancing bit, he just wanted to have you in his arms.

“We don’t have to dance” the song was a nice smooth jazz “we can just stay like this and sway for a little while” he caressed your cheek with the back of his fingers, his knuckles tracing over your skin tenderly.

You smiled at the thought of that and nodded, hugging his torso and resting your head against his chest. You both swayed softly to the slow rhythm of the music and Bucky stroked the back of your neck and shoulders lovingly as you closed you eyes.

For the second time tonight, Bucky has a realization. He doesn’t want to spend another day where he doesn’t tell you how wonderful he thinks you are. He had been scared to tell you how he feels about you, not wanting to jeopardize your friendship, but quite frankly, he doesn’t think he can take it any longer. He wants you to know that he would do absolutely anything for you.

He wants you to know that butterflies soar in his belly when he sees you and his heart skips a beat every time he hears you giggle.

“Y/n,” he sounded so serious, you looked up at him with concern and hummed in response

“I-“ Bucky doesn’t remember the last time he was tongue tied over a girl “I think you’re the loveliest person I’ve ever met” he admitted earnestly.

Your eyes widened and your face felt hot. “I love seeing you get flustered, I love watching you speak, I love listening to you, I love being next to you” he spoke with a sincerity in his voice. You hands were posed on his chest “I love you”

His eyes are shining and you swear you almost see the glimmer of a tear forming in his tear duct. His lips are rosy to match his cheeks and you don’t think you’ve ever wanted to kiss anyone more in your life. So you do.

You press his lips to yours and you feel Bucky sigh in relief, his arms are tightly wrapped around your waist and he holds you impossibly close to him. He tastes like champagne and his lips are soft like satin. Bucky sucks on your lower lip and a small whimper gets caught on your throat. He thinks it’s his new favorite sound.

You pull both pull away from each other slightly, breathless, you forehead resting against his. Your hands cup his cheek and he leans into your touch “I love you, Bucky”

Your confession makes Bucky giddy and unfathomably happy. He pecks your cheeks and nose and presses several over quick kisses to your face, making you giggle.

You look at his icy blue eyes “how’d I get so lucky?” You think out loud.

He shook his head “I’ve been alive for more than a century and I’ve never come across a lady that makes me stumble over my words like you do, Doll” he’s entranced by your beauty and the way you look at him like he brought you the moon and stars “I have the prettiest girl in the world in my arms. I’m the luckiest man alive”

You heart feels like it’s going to beat out of your chest “Stop it” you blush and look away, hiding your face in his chest.

He laughs at your reaction and nuzzles his head into your neck, pressing a sweet peck to your shoulder “Nope” he tuts “I’ve made it my life mission to make you blush”

Title: Top of his list

Summary: Your mafia boyfriend has a few priorities in his life and you’re number one.

Pairing Mafia Bucky x reader

Warnings: Canon level violence, fluff, protective boyfriend

Word count drabble

A/n written on my phone. Do not copy, rewrite, translate or repost my work.

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Bucky believes there are only a few things and people in his life worth protecting. 

And you are at the top of his list.

His life changed when he met you. So used to violence and death that accompanied his work, he was unprepared for the light, love and softness you would bring in his world. 

Before you he was convinced he would spend the rest of his life with women who only cared about his wealth, status or reputation. An endless array of meaningless dalliances that were only going for passing the time until the next encounter.

Bucky is an intelligent man, and he recognizes treasure unlike your ex boyfriend. 

Things were going well, you were happy and in turn he was happy. 

Until your ex tried to come back in your life.

Bucky suspected something had happened in your past relationship, you were too hesitant with him at first. He swore you sometimes flinched if someone was too loud or moved too quickly towards you. 

He kept his observations private, sharing them with his most trusted men. Ordering them to be mindful-careful- around you. The unspoken threats he made more terrifying than his spoken ones. He changed his own brash behavior to make you feel more at ease around him.

He made sure you knew your worth, telling you every day how much he loved you. Showing you through his actions. Showering you in affection, attention and gifts.

And you blossomed. No longer shy, nervous or afraid.

He had never been more proud.

No other accomplishment compared to when you fully trusted him and gave him your heart.

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you’re the one that i want

pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

summary: Greaser AU - Bucky wants you, but it’s going to take some convincing.

requested by: @emmandhercoffecrisp​ - Greaser Bucky x Reader like from the movie Grease

warnings: swearing, mentions of smoking, a poorly-written ending?

word count: 1946

a/n: This is inspired by the setting of Grease more than the actual movie? I hope that was what you were after! Feedback is always appreciated :). Title inspired by this.

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Bucky Barnes liked his car. He liked his leather jacket, the cologne he got for Christmas, and smoking the occasional cigarette. He liked spending his Friday nights at the drive-in with a different girl every week, restoring rusting cars and hanging out with his Howlies. 

He also - according to your friends, Natasha and Wanda - liked you.

You found that hard to believe.

A broad shoulder clad in worn leather slips into your peripheral. Leans itself against the locker beside you and you fight the urge to grin. Focus on pulling out your English books and loading them onto your arm.

“So. Dinner? Tonight?”

“I could swear that you know how to speak in a full sentence, James.” Your response is teasing and he chuckles, throws his head back and shakes it.

“C’mon, doll! You know that my Ma is the only one who calls me James.”

“I’m not your doll, James.” You sing-song, still refusing to meet his eyes and he ducks his head closer, chestnut tendril threatening to slip out of its place from behind his ear. 

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Ghost of you

summary: You've had a really shitty week, and to top it all off, the guy you've been dating for almost half a year also ghosted you. Just to suddenly appear in your living room with the worst excuse ever, or is it maybe the truth?

Bucky Barnes x Reader (Y/N) 

warnings: low self-esteem, trust issues, mention of violence, injuries, mention of the winter soldier, mention of torture and kidnapping 

words: 3508

You can also read this on AO3. 

and like always English is not my fist language so forgive me for my mistakes 

(GIF not mine)

It has rained all day, and in the early evening, heavy raindrops are still falling from the New Yorker sky. You drop your backpack next to the door and take a deep breath. The cold rain pulls your mood down even further. You had a shitty day. At first you overslept and were late for your morning college class, then your annoying professor talked bad about your last project and one of your fellow students, a slimy guy named Taylor, who kept asking for a date, no matter how often you say no, tried to cheer you up with some stupid sayings. "Maybe chemistry isn't the right class for you" and "In my opinion woman don't belong into science." Of course that didn't help. You had to pull yourself together not to beat him, but you didn't get through four years of studying organic chemistry and to get throw out of college now. In summary, you had a shitty day. Exhausted, you hang up your jacket and peel off your wet clothes. A hot bath will do you good now. While you walk through your small apartment to the bathroom, you check your cell phone. You have a few messages from your friends, an email with updates on your study group, and a missed call from your mom. But of course that one person didn't write to you. You haven't received a message from him for 5 days. Did you do something wrong? Said something stupid? Or is that just his way of telling you that he's no longer interested in you? Actually, you wouldn't think Bucky do something like that, he's a gentleman through and through and even brought you flowers on your first date. Usually you're not like that, you've never depended your mood on a man's attention, but everything is different with him somehow. The last six months you've been dating Bucky and everything has been kind of perfect. He's charming, polite, friendly and treats

 you well, plus he's incredibly handsome. And of course you fell in love with him. How could you not. Frustrated, you put your cell phone down next to the sink and let in the bath water. A bath will relax you, and then you will call your best friend and complain about Bucky. She's going to fall into hate speech about men and wishing again and again that she was a lesbian, then the two of you could get married. Unfortunately, neither of you are really into women. So this is what your Friday evening looks like, a lonely bath and a poor phone call while you cry over your sad single life. Maybe a box of Ben & Jerry's ice cream too. You sink into the hot water and lean back in the tub. The pleasant warmth is good for you and you will notice how your tense muscles relax.But the peace doesn't last long because your thoughts wander back to Bucky. It bothers you a little that you care so much about his attention, but you have got used to them. He usually texts you regularly, asking how your day is, how your classes are going and whether you can keep up with your assignments. Sometimes you wake up in the morning with a message from him telling you that he has a stressful day ahead of him, but he wishes you a nice day and would text you as soon as he can. You sigh, this time you haven't heard from him, at some point he just stopped getting an answer. Actually, you thought everything was going well. Bucky was the first man you trusted again after your ex boyfriend cheated on you after five years of dating. You've been taking it easy, going on dates, hanging out with each other, and feeling like you really got to know each other. He even told you about his nightmares and therapy, even if he never told you the reason, you noticed how difficult it was for him to open up, to be so vulnerable. Bucky met your friends and you wanted to introduce him to your parents by the end of the month. At least that was the plan. But maybe it was all just a trick of his? A trick to get you to bed, a trick that worked. Maybe it's because of this? Maybe you're bad in bed? But he never mentioned that he was dissatisfied. Apparently all men are the same. You shake your head to get rid of these thoughts, then take a deep breath and sink back in the bathtub so far that your head slips under the water. You enjoy the peace and quiet underwater, but unfortunately you run out of oxygen far too quickly, so you have to surface again. The water around you is slowly getting cold, for a moment you think about running warm water again, but you decide against it and climb out of the tub. You wrap yourself in a large, soft towel and grab your cell phone. Of course he didn't answer. Maybe you need a bottle of wine and a romantic comedy, after that you would be better off and maybe you could forget that the guy you had been dating for almost 6 months was ghosting you. You slip into your cozy pajamas, which you put on the bathroom heater this morning. You'd like to pat yourself on the back for this great idea. You leave the bathroom and make your way to the kitchen, your phone in hand, even if you know he won't answer. Have you been too clingy? Or did you tell him too soon that you love him? Wait a minute, you didn't tell him that, only thought a few times but never said it. Your mind wanders to your last date. It was movie night so you guys were watching one of those classics that Bucky loves to watch. And every time you have the feeling he is watching the film for the first time and does not know what it is about. As if the storylines and characters weren't widely known, at least if you haven't lived in a cave for the past 50 years. When you saw Titanic you felt like he was really surprised when Jack died. But maybe you just imagined it all. Maybe you don't know him as well as you thought. After the movie you went to bed and fell asleep in his arms. You remember that the last thought you had was that you never felt as safe with anyone as you did with Bucky. The next morning you had breakfast together and then he drove to work. Before he left the apartment, he gave you a passionate kiss, but he didn't ask when you would next see each other. Something he usually always did. But he called you that evening and complained about his coworker Sam and his constant good mood at work. For the next few days you kept writing messages and making phone calls, but suddenly it stopped. No more calls, no more answers to your message. Not even when asked if something happened and why he doesn't answer you. Complete radio silence for 5 days. You feel the tears welling up in your eyes, but you don't want to cry. Not about some stupid, handsome, charming guy like James Buchanan ,,Bucky” Barnes. Maybe you're just not the kind of woman men can imagine a future with. "Hello Y / N." you jump a bit forward in shock when you hear Bucky voice behind you. Then you turn to him. He's sitting on the sofa in your dark living room, you can only make out his outlines. "What are you doing here?" you piss at him, your heart still beats faster with fright. You turn on the light and when you can see him properly you flinch again. There are cuts streaked through his face, covered with a few patches, he has one black eye, and the knuckles of his hand are red and scarred. His normally bright blue eyes look tired and dull. "What happened?" you ask him and walk up to him, you sink to your knees in front of him and take his left hand in yours and carefully study the many injuries on his face. Now you can also see the bandage wrapped around his shoulder and the large hematoma that runs from his neck and presumably all the way down his shoulder blades and back. Bucky carefully lifts his hand and strokes your cheek. The cold metal on your warm skin makes you shiver slightly, but you lean into its touch. Forgotten is all the anger and sadness about ignoring your messages. "A lot of things went wrong this time." this answer doesn't really make you any smarter. "What do you mean?" you ask confused. "And why do you show up after almost a week of not hearing from you and look like you've been beaten up?" "I'm sorry. I'll explain everything to you. Please can I just hold you in my arms for a moment?" Still confused about the whole situation, you nod and let him pull you onto his lap. His arms wrap around your body and you nestle against his chest. You take a deep breath of his familiar smell, a few drops of water fall from his hair onto your cheek. He smells like shampoo, bandages and Bucky. It's just quiet for a while and you listen to Bucky´s steady heartbeat. "I'm sorry that I didn't answer your calls and that we haven't seen each other the last few weeks. I was out of town, not even in this country." he whispers softly at some point. "Where have you been?" you ask in the same volume. "Can't tell you." You sigh and sit up a little, his grip on your waist tightening a little, as if he's trying to hold you to himself. " Why are you lying?" you notice how tears well up in your eyes. Even when you are so close, you notice this invisible wall between you. Did he lie to you all along? You are tired of being lied to and it makes you incredibly angry and sad. "Please Y / N. I'm not lying to you. There's only so much I can't tell you. I´m not allowed to tell you." he looks sadly past you to the side. "I don't even know how to explain it to you." "Just try it." you want to tear down this wall, you want to know the truth. Even if it could hurt you. Is he cheating on you too? Does he have another girlfriend? Or maybe he's married and has kids and he's cheating on his wife with you? Does he lead a double life? Bucky takes a deep breath. "You know I have these nightmares." You nod and look at him carefully. "In these nightmares, I see my past. What happened to me or rather what I did. Although I actually didn't do it, not voluntarily. But I did it anyway and that haunts me. And because of that, I go to the therapy. Well, that's why I'm still doing it. It was ordered by court." "Bucky, it doesn't make any sense what you're saying." Bucky takes a deep breath. "I lied." immediately you tense up again and want to free yourself from his embrace, but he holds you tight. "Please listen to me, and when I'm done and you never want to see me again, I'll understand. Then I'll leave and you'll never hear from me again. Please." "I'll listen." "As I said, I lied." he starts again. "When I told you I served in Afghanistan. That was a lie, yes I went to war, but not this one. I went to war in Europe." Confused, you straighten up again. "What are you talking about? There hasn't been a war against the Europeans since 1945." "I know." Bucky is silent again for a moment. “I was born on March 10th, 1917 and I signed up for the war against the Germans in 1942. My best friend was Steve Rogers. He was made a super soldier and when my unit was captured he saved us. We tried to capture a man named Arnim Zola, but there was an accident and I fell off the train. Everyone thought I was dead. But I wasn't, they captured me, experimented on me, make me a super soldier and then they gave me a brain wash. " Bucky clenches his hands in a fist and you hear the soft creak of his prosthesis. He told you he lost his arm in an attack in the war, apparently that was the only part that wasn't a lie. "When the war was over, HYDRA used me to pursue their plans, and after every mission they put me into cryosleep." It will take you a few minutes to think about what he said. On the one hand, it explains a lot, the scars all over his body, the nightmares, the fact that he sometimes behaves as if he came from another time. But on the other hand, this whole story just sounds like a huge, big lie. Of course there are the Avengers, and Steve Rogers the super soldier from WWII, but brainwashing? Cryosleep? And all of that as early as the 1940s. You just can't believe him. You shake your head and break free from his embrace, this time Bucky lets go of you without hesitation. You take a few steps away from him, he is sitting on your couch and looks at you, his beautiful blue eyes are completely dull from the grief. He looks broken. "I don't know if I can believe you. And what does that have to do with the last few days and why do you look like you've been beaten up?" Bucky takes another deep breath. "A few years ago I was sent on a mission to kill Captain America. But Steve recognized me, he tried to help me. And when the helicarriers crashed, everything came back. I knew who I was again." He pauses briefly, you can see on his face that the memory is causing him pain. You remember the news report, there was talk of a Helicarrier malfunction. You look at Bucky and wait for him to continue talking. "Steve was trying to protect me, a lot of things went wrong back then. He had a fight with Tony because of me. I went to Wakanda to get the brainwashed out, it worked. The trigger words don't work anymore, but the memories are still there. I'm working on it with Dr. Raynor, and in the meantime I'm working with the Avengers now. I'm trying to somehow make amends for what I did then. I'm trying to help now and do what's right." Bucky falls silent and you try to understand what he just told you. Can this really be true? Or is it all just one giant lie? But why would he bother to think of something like that? But the whole story sounds so unbelievable. So unbelievable it could be the truth. "I don't know if I can believe you." you whisper into the resulting silence. "And if you're really telling the truth, why are you putting yourself in such danger? Look at you, Bucky, you're covered in bruises." "I have to do this and it's not really dangerous for me. Give me 2 days and all the scratches will be gone." Scratches. He really calls his wounds scratches, you shake your head in disbelief. He looks like he fell out of a moving car into a chasm and then got a good beating. He would never heal so quickly. "I'm a Super Soldier Y/N, like Steve. The serum makes me heal faster." he answers your unasked question. "Okay, let's say I would believe your story, I still don't understand why you put yourself in such danger? Why don't you do anything else? Why do you do this? What do you have to make up for? Did you kill someone? " "I've killed countless people Y / N. Innocent people. People who didn't fit HYDRA, political opponents, but also civilians, scientists, presidents, monarchs, politicians. And that for more than 70 years. I have a lot to make up for. I'm a killer, an assassin, a monster. As a Winter Soldier, there were no morals, there were no limits. There were only missions. I didn't ask why I should take out my targets, they probably wouldn't have answered me anyway, I just obeyed the orders. I was a weapon, I am a weapon. But now at least I'm the one pulling the trigger." You take a step towards him carefully, placing your hand on his arm and stroking his cheek with the other, tears glistening in his eyes and he leans into your touch. "I can understand if you're afraid of me now." His voice trembles and it almost tears your heart. Suddenly you are sure that he is telling the truth, you believe him. He could never think of something like that. He could never act the suffering, the fear and the pain. "May I hug you?" you ask quietly. Bucky immediately grabs your waist and pulls you back onto his lap, his arms closing around you and hugging you. He buries his head in the crook of your neck and takes a deep breath. "I'm sorry I lied. I wanted to tell you but I just couldn't. When I met you I thought wow, how can a person be so perfect? ​​How can a person be so good? I didn't deserve you, not after everything I've done. I didn't want you to know that I'm a monster. I wanted your perfect, peaceful world to stay the way it is. I never wanted to hurt you." “You're not a monster. Even if I can't quite grasp the whole situation, I know this for sure. You are not this person anymore, this … this…” "Winter Soldier." "Yes exactly, this Winter Soldier. You are not that monster that you are describing. It cannot be. The Bucky I know is nice, attentive and caring, you are one of the best people I know.” "But I wasn´t always like this, I am this monster, or I was and a part of the Winter Solider is still in me.” "No!" do you contradict him. "You're trying to make things right. You realized it was wrong. And you said you were brainwashed. Everything you did as a Winter Solider wasn't your choice, it wasn't your fault. These HYDRA people used you, you are a victim as well as all the people they had killed." Bucky's grip tightens a little, and only now do you realize how strong he really is, how long he had to hide his true power. He did it not to scare you, he lied to you because he doesn´t want to burden you with his trauma. He wanted your life to be free from the shadows of his past. You feel something wet drip onto your shoulder, and it takes you a moment to realize it's Bucky's tears. You carefully stroke his short hair, trying to calm him down. "I am sorry." he whispers into your neck. "You don't have to be sorry. I'm glad you told me the truth and I'll try to understand it. I'll try to help you. We're a team after all." "You won't leave me?" "No. Of course not. How could I leave you?" you take a deep breath. "I love you." Bucky flinches, then pulls away from you to look into your eyes. "I don't deserve your love." "Do not say something like that." He leans in a little to put his lips on yours, it's only a brief touch, but it makes your heart skip a beat and causes a pleasant warmth throughout your body. "I love you Y/N. I've wanted to tell you this for so long, but I was scared the whole time. I'm sorry if I hurt you, I didn't mean to lie." "It's okay. Sure, I've been mad and hurt and I've cursed you and sent you to hell more than once in the past week, but I understand you better now. Thanks for telling me." You kiss him, then lean back into his arms, the pain is gone from his eyes and he has a hint of a smile on his lips. Bucky hugs you tightly and gently strokes your back. You don't know exactly how long you've been sitting on your couch like this, but it's a nice feeling, you feel safe with him and you're glad that invisible wall between you has started to crumble. He opened up to you, told you the truth and showed you that he trusts you. And you're sure he has no idea how much that means to you. How much he means to you.

Pairing(s):bucky Barnes x f reader

Summary:you and bucky were together for two years now and on your anniversary you decided to tell him you're pregnant.

Warning(s):fluff,some strong language.

You were in your friends bathroom staring at the positive pregnancy test in your hands in shock . Your period was late for almost a week and you felt odd the last couple days so when your friend suggested you take a test it kinda made sense . The only hard thing now was telling bucky the news now. You didn't exactly know what his reaction will be to the news but you hoped he would be happy about it,but deciding to tell him on your Two year anniversary when he returns back from his mission.

"time skip to anniversary"

Bucky was supposed to be back by six so you went shopping made him a little basket that had the positive test and a onesie saying exited to meet you daddy on top of a lot of other stuff. Then you made his favorite dishes for diner and decorated the house all romantically so he'll just think you did this for y'alls anniversary.

You were currently finishing getting ready putting on a black dress that shows of your curves and he absolutely loves on you ,when you heard his car pull up in the drive way so you ran down stairs and waited for him by the door . Almost knocking him over when he opened the door by jumping in his arms giving him a passionate kiss as a welcome home. he held you in his arms with out hesitation only puting you down so he could get rid of his shoes and coat.

Then you grabbed his hand and pulled him to the kitchen ,and turning around to find him awe struck at the sight of the dinner and candles plus only now realizing what dress you're wearing and giving you another kiss almost as a thank you .

"happy anniversary buck"you mumble against his lips ,once you broke apart he said"happy anniversary babydoll"and then you ushered him to the table saying"let's eat before it gets cold" and he just laughed but complied.

After you ate and put the dishes away you told him to sit in the living room that you have on e more surprise for him."doll you didn't have to get me anything"he tried to argue against you once you came back with the basket and told him to close his eyes. You placed the basket in his lap ,took a step back and told him to open his eyes.

And the moment he did his eyes got wide and he gasped you got teary thinking he didn't want it but then he saw you look down with tears in your eyes figeting with the hem of your (his) shirt.

Immediately he stood up hugging you saying"doll don't cry ,I'm sorry I didn't want to upset you " followed by a whisper"are you for real" and when he feels you lightly nod against his chest he picks you up and spins you around whilst shouting "I'm gonna be a dad"and making you laugh.

He didn't let you out of his arms after that night ,not allowing you to do anything he thought was to "hard" for a pregnant woman,you didn't complain you actually liked this side of bucky and it made you even more excited to see him with your little bean when they're born.

(I'm sorry if it's bad or if there's any grammar mistakes English is not my first language)

To Die Alone

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader (Soulmate!AU)

Word Count: 631

Warnings: a little bit of angst, but it’s fluffy

This idea popped in my head out of the blue and I just had to write it. Not proofread. Hope you like it! :D

Before he went to the war and his life practically ended, just to begin again, Bucky Barnes used to wonder why he didn’t have a soulmate. Though he usually just shrugged off and said that he wasn’t one to settle for one girl when someone would ask about it, the truth was he couldn’t help but think about his situation.

  Was he destined to be alone forever? To die alone? Was it some mistake of the Universe that he was the only one who didn’t have the first words that his soulmate was going to say to him on his right arm like everybody else?

  He got the answers to his wonders when he fell off that train and was captured by HYDRA. Of course I don’t have a soulmate. The Universe knew what was going to happen to me. He came to that conclusion once he was free from HYDRA and could think for himself. At the same time he felt comforted by that thought (that he didn’t let a lover waiting for him in the forties, alone), he felt sad, extremely sad. He was living free again, almost a century later, and he was still the only person without his other half. It is my burden to live alone. To die alone.

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  Bucky now lived with the Avengers, he was a part of them.  That means he often had to sit in a room full of super heroes (and their super egos) for more than one hour discussing missions. He hated that part. That’s why the former Winter Soldier was more than relieved when one more of this meeting ended. Without a word to any of his teammates, he stormed off the room wanting to get to his floor as soon as possible.

  But, life has never been easy for him. The second he turned the hallway, his tall frame collided with one much smaller and fragile. If it weren’t for his enhanced reflexes, the woman who just ran into him (or him into her) would’ve ended up on the floor for sure. Lucky for her, he was able to catch her before that happened.

     - Sorry miss, I wasn’t looking where I was going and… - The words died in his tongue when his eyes found her face. She was beautiful, just like an angel. - Wow.

  Bucky, then, took in her wide eyes and startled face and realized he should be looking like a psycho or something staring at her like that. He took a step back, apologized again and went to go to his room when she stopped him by holding his arm.

  He looked at her face, then her hand on his arm and that was when he saw. She was holding him with her right arm, and on it he could see the words he had just said to this woman, this angel. Bucky’s mind now was a thousand miles per hour. I am her soulmate. But, how? He didn’t have a soulmate. Or did he?

  Once again his eyes went to her face and now she was smiling.

     - I don’t-I don’t understand. I never had anything on my arm. - He managed to say, still doubting this was really happening.

  The woman didn’t speak with him. Instead, she took a little notebook and a pen from the bag she was carrying and wrote something on it. When she was done, she showed him the paper. 

I’m Y/n. Lost my voice some years ago. It’s good finally meeting my soulmate.

  And she was smiling again. Bucky felt his own lips turn upward. The Universe hadn’t wronged him. He wasn’t going to die alone. He had a soulmate. For the first time in his life he felt like he wasn’t empty. He was worthy of love after all.

Throwing an idea out for the future: beauty and the beast with winter soldier bucky. Imagine you plead for him to let your father go, willing to take his place instead. Imagine your softness breaks him out of prison his mind is held in.

It doesn’t happen instantly but the soldier slowly learns to care of the soft, sweet thing that is now his captive.

Imagine the way he’d grow protective over you over time.

Imagine how sweet he’d be if he went from speaking roughly in Russian to his soft Brooklyn drawl the day he snaps out of the mind control.

You’re not sure what’s happening.

“Soldat?” You whisper, hesitantly bringing your hand to his scruffy cheek.

“цветок” (flower) he whispers back, that precious name he’d given just for you, “it’s me, flower”

Angst

All the kisses.

Smut?

A need.

Chicken nuggies.

Crack thought with all the fluff. ALL the fluff. Maybe a tiny dash of angst at the start but it's to set the plot.

Everything that could have possibly gone wrong went sideways as soon as the mission started. The team was ambushed. Bucky was separated from everyone else. His trigger words blared through the speakers and there was nothing anyone could do to stop the soldier from awakening.

Worst of all, you were badly injured. Steve groaned in pain, struggling to pull himself up when he saw the solider lock his eyes on your limp form, taking long strides towards you with purpose.

That wasn't good.

"Tony-I-I need back up, y/n is-what the hell"

Steve blinked watching his friend pick you up with the utmost care, holding you securely in his arms. A hydra agent attempted to order him, only to be silenced with a knife thrown to the throat. The soldier made his way towards the exit with you along with a limping Steve trailing behind him.

"Buck-

"Быстрее" [move] he ordered, carrying you close to his chest and sitting in his designated on the spot on the jet. He didn't say a word as the others filed in, growling when Tony didn't start the engine up fast enough. No one dared look in your direction, not wanting to make the wrong move and happy that Bucky had busied himself with looking over your injuries, mumbling in Russian while letting his hand brush over your cheek.

As soon as the jet touched the ground, he was on his feet and carrying you over to the medbay, refusing to set you down until he saw a doctor ready to help. While it wasn't exactly protocol to have him in the operating room while the doctors worked, no one was interested in arguing back with him when he placed himself in a corner, watching intently. His blue eyes which were normally filled with warmth and softness were now stone cold, eyeing every single movement of what was being done to you, his gaze relaxing when the surgeon gave him a shaky thumbs up.

He sat by your side the entire time, gear still strapped to his body, watching the steady beep of your heart monitor while you slept, the rest of the team quietly waiting outside. Sam peered in, quickly retreating back when Bucky glowered at him, getting up and closing the door so you could rest. He and Steve continued to peep through the little glass window, immediately ducking when they could feel steel blue eyes watching him.

"Do we try and help or-

"I don't want to die yet, also based on what I'm seeing, y/n in the safest place she could be"

You sighed happily as you blinked awake, feeling hazy as if you were floating upon the softest of clouds. The room was bright and clean, you could have been in heaven for all you knew.

Or you were just high as a kite from all the pain killers.

Then you saw him beside you.

Such a gorgeous man.

Handsome.

One who gave you butterflies with shy smiles.

"Soldat" You giggled, reaching over to stroke his scruffy cheek, brushing your thumb over the scowl on his lips, "Hi" You admired his sharp jaw, idly tracing over his features while his mouth twitched into something of a smile, all his muscles finally relaxing seeing you awake.

You yawned, stretching yourself out like a kitten out before rolling over with a flop to face the very pretty man who was sitting at your bedside. Your admiration was cut short with the rumble of your tummy.

There was only one thing you wanted now.

"Soldat, I want chicken nuggies" You demanded, the growl of your stomach solidifying your request. He simply nodded, getting up and out of his seat, making his way over to the one place he knew you'd want your "nuggies" from.

"H-how may I h-help you" The Mc Donald's cashier stared at the numerous guns and knifes strapped to the infamous soldier, his metal arm pointing to a kids meal combo that came with a 6 piece nugget.

A little red box was placed in front of him at lightening speed but that wasn't good enough. He peered into the bag, frowning when he saw a toy that you already had. He grabbed it and placed it back onto the counter, staring at the trembling employee while they rummaged to find a new one, grabbing fistfuls and stuffing into the bag instead. The soldier nodded when he was given one you didn't have before, making his way back to ensure you were fed.

It didn't take long for the news outlets to catch on that the Winter Soldier was out buying Happy Meals.

*Tony's suit, Thors hammer, Steve's now broken shield and some gentle deprogramming later*

"Still want more nuggies" You murmured against Bucky's chest, still a little hazy while he chuckled, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

"I'll always get you chicken nuggies, doll"

„I will be a birb, dada!” || Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Bucky stays with his little daughter alone in the house when you’re off to work. He has to look after her and when she hides from him, Bucky gets worried. But when he finally finds her, she has something important to tell him…

Warnings: none

Words: 1134

Author: Rouge

Y/D/N – you daughter’s name

„She was born with a hurricane for a soul, haha!” Bucky tilted his head a bit as he glared at your daughter. She was playing at the wooden floor with her beloved plush toys, punching a teddy bear with a plush zebra on and on, mumbling something under her breath.

You rolled your eyes as you looked at their reflection in the mirror in front of which you were standing, buttoning your white shirt, smoothing it with your hand. “Do you remember what I’ve told you, James?” You asked rather softly, smiling at him as you turned head to face your beloved man.

He nodded eagerly. “Of course, I do,” he said in a deep voice of his. “Don’t ya worry, Y/N, I’ll take care of our girl. You can go to work.”

You laughed shorty as you picked your purse up. “Last time when you told me this, our house has turned into a mess that I had to deal with for a few long days, darling,” you smirked at him, shaking your head slightly. “I hope this time it’s gonna look better, James.”

He sighed, rolling his blue eyes. “Yea. You have my word. We’ll be good this time, I swear. No playing with food, Y/D/N!” Bucky looked at your daughter. She glared at him with those little, pursed lips of her, and you couldn’t stop yourself from laughter.

“Mommy, go!” Little girl blabbed loudly, punching her teddy bear. “Dada! I! Lone!”

You blinked and giggled. “Yes, Y/D/N, mommy is going to work and you’ll be alone with daddy. Just be a good girl and listen to your papa,” you approached your daughter and crouched next to her to kiss top of her head.

She pecked your lips with her little finger and focused on her play again.

You came to Bucky and kissed him briefly. “I’ll be back around 4 pm. Remember to make a meal for her,” you reminded him.

He patted your shoulder with a wild smile on his lips. “Yea, yea, I remember, go now, Y/N!” He almost pushed you outside of the house.

You rolled your eyes with a smile and walked to your car. You got in, started an engine and drove down the street, trying not to look into a rear-view mirror.

­­­Bucky was watching some show in TV. He didn't even know why he was watching it. He didn't laugh when he was supposed to, he didn't feel any tension during the drama, he barely followed the plot. He was just sitting there, next to the Oreo packet until, to his surprise, they all were gone. It was when he realized that something was wrong. He didn’t hear his daughter.

Bucky felt the panic begin like a cluster of spark plugs in his abdomen. Tension grew in his face and limbs. His breathing became more rapid, more shallow. The last time he trusted her out of his sight, his daughter almost broke her little hand when she fell off the porch straight onto a pavement.

“Y/D/N!” He said loudly but there was no response from her.

Bucky went quickly to girl’s room. She wasn’t there.

“She's hurt. She's bleeding. She needs me and I'm not there.” All these thoughts were running through his head on and on, he could barely breathe.

Second later, he heard a soft giggles and within blink of an eye, he felt relief.

“Y/D/N? Where are you, sweetie?” Bucky asked quietly, getting on his knees and looking under the bed. She wasn’t there either.

“Cold, dada!” Bucky heard sweet voice of his daughter from a vicinity and he sighed, little smile crept onto his lips.

He got up and rested his metal hand on his hip. Bucky looked around trying to figure out, where his little girl was hid. “Y/D/N,” he called softly, “c’mon, don’t fool your daddy, huh?” He opened door to her closet. There was nothing more but her clothes.

Another soft giggle, this time it came from closer distance then before. Bucky smirked, he was getting closer to her.

“Hey, kitty, kitty! Where is my little, cute girl?” Bucky walked around the room, checking all the places she could be hidden in but without a result.

And then he noticed her. He blinked, Bucky didn’t even try to hide his astonishment. She was sitting on the top of her closet, rolled in a ball, observing him with her little blue eyes and smirk on her lips. When she noticed he was glaring up at her, she knelt and clapped her little hands, cheering. “Dada, dada! Did it!” Girl bounced on her knees like she was dancing to music only she could hear.

Bucky laughed loudly and went to the closet, reaching his hands and opening his arms for her. “C’mere, Y/D/N. Come to papa,” he encouraged her.

Girl nodded and crawled to the edge of the closet and simply jumped into her father’s arms.

Bucky hugged her tightly, kissing girl’s cheeks. “Don’t do this ever again to me, baby. Daddy was worried you got hurt. Beside, how did you got there?” He asked as he put her down on the floor, kneeling in front of her.

Girl moved like her knees were just hinges, wobbling to and fro before falling on her bottom. Then she clapped like it was all part of the plan and rolled to her stomach to get up again. When she did, she spun around herself, tossing hems of her tulle skirt, giggling. “Dada! I grow, I be like uncle Falcon! I will be a birb, dada!” She clapped her hands and jumped few times, laughing.

Bucky blinked few times, chuckling with a consternation. “Excuse me, young lady, what did you say, huh?” He had to hear it again, Bucky wanted to laugh so hardly but he was trying his best to keep a straight face. He pulled out a phone from his pocket and started recording his daughter. “Can you repeat what you’ve just said, Y/D/N?”

She nodded with a smirk. “Yes, dada! I will be birb like uncle Falcon before me!” Girl said proudly.

Bucky turned the filming off, he quickly clicked on ‘share’ button and send the short video to you and Sam with a note: “someone has a new idol and, surprisingly, it’s not me.”

Bucky’s daughter giggled, waving her arms for the pick-up she knew was coming, but before she was hoisted high, she was on her bottom again.

Bucky couldn’t stop himself from laughing this time. He picked girl up and rocked her in his arms, cuddling with her. “I love you, little bunny.” He said firmly, stroking her cheek with his metal finger.

She grabbed his metal hand and nuzzled to it. “Love dada too.” She stated simply and it was enough to melt Bucky’s heart.

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Who's in Charge Here?|| Steve Rogers x Reader Smut

Summary: You're new to Avengers but unfortunately, you don't get well with Captain Rogers, so by every occasion, you're mean to him and disobey his commands. It's like this until that one specific night when Steve shows who is in charge at the Tower.  

Warnings: Smut, Language, Unprotected Sex, Oral Sex (male receiving)

Words: 3456

Request by: @themine-ismine

Authors: Rouge & Cass

This was to have been another boring day.

You got up earlier than ever before, with attend to train a bit before shower.

You did as you planned. Then, you changed clothes for something more casual yet elegant, and you were ready to get downstairs for a breakfast.

Living in Avengers Tower wasn't easy for you, as a new member. You had a lot to learn in a short period of time, and everyone was expecting a lot from you. But you gritted the teeth and tried to hold on.

Steve frowned as soon as he spotted you in the dining room. He was wearing sweatpants and a simple t-shirt that was emphasizing his well-built torso. "You know this is not a fashion show, kid," he said, eyeing you from head to toe as he crossed arms on his chest.

Steve expected a lot from you, he wanted you to keep up with the team. For him, you were just a kid among adults, so he tried his best to temper your stubbornness, and to improve your skills.

A roll of your eyes had to be enough as the answer for him. "Whatever. I wanna feel comfortable," you shrugged as you took a sip of your tea. "Have ya seen Banner? He asked me for help in the laboratory," you explained shortly, focusing on a bread that you were cutting.

"Yes, I met him today and he doesn't need you anymore. I took care of this. You will spend the day with me and Bucky at the gym. You need to improve yourself if you want to stay here," Steve told you and he started to make himself a coffee. "And better change clothes. I don't wanna see you in those during the training. Do you understand?"

You cocked your brow, being already exhausted by his words. "What's wrong with them? I won't change anything only because you want me to, Mr Cap-Know-It-All-Rogers," you snorted, taking a bite of your sandwich. "I don't wanna train. I did after waking up, I don't think another round is necessary."

You aren't the one that decides here. You want to keep up with the team, so you have to work on this. If you won't, you will be kicked out," he warned as he rolled his eyes. "So better cooperate or go pack your stuff now because we're not gonna keep you in here when you get tired after a five-minute run," he summed up and walked past you. "Better warm up before training. I won't go easy on you," Steve added before leaving dining room.

You stopped chewing the sandwich and simply threw rest of it on the plate. "What an asshole," you mumbled to yourself as you quickly finished your tea.

You got back to your room. After quick look into your closet, you decided to put black leggins and grey tank top on. Then you headed downstairs, straight to the gym.

As you were waiting for Captain to show up, you started doing some push-ups.

"Hey, kid! Don't overwork yourself!" Bucky laughed happily, and smiling at you, he quickly decided to join you in doing push-ups. "What are you doing here, Y/N?" He asked, looking at you briefly, then he used his metal hand to do some one hand push-ups.

You only smirked. "Stop showing off your strength, Barnes!"

When you finished another push-ups round, you sat on the mattress, taking deep breaths.

You also decided to explain the situation to Bucky. "Our beloved, infallible Captain has ordered me to come to the gym, so here I am," you shrugged.

Bucky sat next to you and giggled. "Don't worry, it's only Steve," he shrugged.

"I must say, I am impressed," Steve said as he just entered the gym and looked at you and Bucky. "Finally you did what I asked you about. Now! Butts up, both of you. Buck, you can do what you want, and Y/N, you're gonna train with me."

Bucky smiled and pet your shoulder. "I wish you luck, kid."

Steve smirked at you. "Ready?"

You got up lazily. "No. I would rather do this with our super assassin than with you." Your reply was full of malice but you didn't care.

You crossed arms on your chest, glaring up at Steve. "So?"

"What do you mean by 'so'? Come on, little bunny, attack me," he smiled at you. "Unless you are scared of me," Steve mocked only to motivate you.

As lazily as you could you approached him and punched his arm. "Here ya go, fear me," you murmured.

Steve raised his eyebrow, looking at you. "Seriously, kid?"

He then grabbed back of your neck and quickly knock you down. Steve pressed his knee to your back. "That was so easy that it's funny. Comfortable, kid?" He asked sarcastically, smiling at you. "Do you realize it's not some kind of a game, don't you?"

You hissed, the sharp pain ran through your lower back as he pressed it with his knee. "Get off me, Rogers," you snorted loudly, struggling to free yourself. "I know all this. But I have 0 motivation. You won't make me obedient by constant screams and lectures, get it?" You almost yelled, trying to turn your head aside.

Steve pressed his knee to your back even harder. "Then better find motivation, because no one is gonna babysit you during the fight. This is not some kind of game, you are a superhero now and yet you act like a spoiled brat. I am not gonna tolerate this in my team," he growled at you.

"Wo-ho... Steve, pal. Calm down or you will break her in half," Bucky stepped in, trying to stop his friend. "This is not the way, pal."

When you finally freed yourself, you rolled on your back and breathed deeply.

Then you got up and threw Steve an angry glance. "Go fuck yourself, Rogers, because you're unbearable!" You screamed at him.

You turned around and wiped the tear that formed in the corner of your eye quickly, so none of them could see it.

After that you grabbed your stuff and left the gym.

Bucky looked at Steve and shook his head, then he ran after you. "Y/N! Y/N! Wait!" Bucky called after you and soon caught you up. "Hey, are you okay? He didn't hurt you, right?" Bucky asked with a worried voice.

Even if Bucky was an emotionless, killing machine in his past, suffering of others wasn't a thing that he was just about to ignore then.

"Hey, need a big supersoldier hug?" Bucky asked, trying his best to cheer you up.

You instinctively nuzzled to him, trying to wrap arms around his torso. "I hate him," you explained openly, "I really do. He trests me like this since the very beginning. I hate him. He thinks he knows everything but truth is he can't even cope with his past, and he uses me as a fucking training bag. He openly humiliates me in front of others. But he is no one to me. You should be our leader, not him," you cried briefly.

Bucky blinked and hugged you tightly. "God, doll. You make me blush. Please, I know Steve for a really long time. He just wants you to keep up with us. You are young, beautiful and new here," man explained, petting your hair. "I have an idea. Tony organizes some kind of little team party. You should join us this evening. There will be snacks, beer, it will be nice. What do you say?" Bucky asked and put hand to your cheek, forcing you to look at him.

You let out a deep sigh but nodded. "Okay. I can give it a shout. But if he will be somewhere near, I swear to Thor, I will leave," you said firmly. "See you then, Bucky."

Bucky walked you to the living room, where the party was taking place. "Go on and have some fun, and don't worry, doll. It will be okay, Steve will be a good boy. Now excuse me, I need to go and annoy Tasha for a bit," Barnes winked at you and quickly walked away.

Steve saw you and waved his hand. "Hey, Y/N, come here," he said with smile.

However, you passed him by, pretending he wasn't there.

You were completely not in a mood for the party, and especially for Steve and his problems.

You approached a bar that was set up in one of the corners, and you took a seat at the high chair, ordering yourself a glass of whiskey. You crossed legs, guarding your skirt to not go too high along your thighs.

Steve joined you few minutes later. "Hey, you are ignoring me, why?" Rogers asked, looking at you. "I saw that you came here with Bucky. Are you two a thing?" Steve asked you next question, he sounded a bit frustrated.

You looked at him with the corner of your eye, then you leant to the bartender. "Can you tell this guy to leave me alone?"

Man behind the bar only smiled at your words, and gave another glass to Steve.

You turned head, you searched for Bucky. "Maybe. None of your business."

Steve offered you his hand and smiled at you softly. "Please, come with me. I won't hurt you, I swear to Thor. I won't do anything this time, I just wanna talk."

"You've talked today. I came here to have fun, not to listening to another lecture by you, Mr Know-It-All," you reminded, "now you can go look for your Sharon, I bet I saw her somewhere here..." You grinned widely. "I am still impressed how she can even cope with someone like you."

"It's not gonna be a lecture. Please? Oh, come on! I am not interested in her at all, I have someone else on my eye..." Steve sighed deeply. "Please, Y/N. Come with me."

Finally, you emptied your glass and got up from the chair, smoothing your frilled skirt. "You have 10 minutes," you said simply as you looked at him

Steve grabbed your hand and led you at one of an empty corridors. It was partly dark and quiet.

"Do you even know how annoying you are? You just came here and you think you can do whatever you want," Steve muttered and suddenly pinned you to the wall. "Look at yourself, such a beauty. You just provoke me with all those skimpy clothes, even this dress now. You drive me crazy every day, doll," Steve whispered right into your ear. "And you know what? There is no Sharon nor anyone else who could catch my eye like you did. I could watch you every day."

You blinked.

In first moment you didn't know what to do. You weren't sure if you should start screaming for help nor just punch his jaw and run away.

Yet, you blushed a bit as his words. "First of all, it's not a dress. Actually, it's a skirt," you explained. "And secondly, I am afraid you're drunk, Steven..." You whispered.

Somehow you were afraid of this man, even if you knew he wouldn't hurt you, ever.

"I need to give you some lesson, girl. I can't get drunk due to the supersoldier serum perk," he smiled at you. "You have no idea how frustrating it is to know that you are here, that I may lose you one day. I tried to make you leave but you are just too fucking stubborn," Steve growled and moved to your neck. "At the same time, you are so beautiful that I have problems with controlling myself. I am so sorry if I hurt you today, I never meant this, Y/N," Steve purred and kissed your neck gently.

Your muscles tensed within second when his lips touched your sensitive skin. You bite your lip to hold the moan on. "So, why you wanted to talk to me now?" You asked slowly, pressing your back more to the cold wall.

He laughed and put his forehead on your shoulder. "Really, Y/N? Okay, so maybe this will be a good answer for you..."

After these words Steve pressed his lips to yours in a deep kiss, his hands traveled to your hips.

You were cut off by the kiss, and you didn't pretest at all.

You let him kiss you the way he wanted, you let him slip his tongue into your mouth, and surprisingly, you did enjoy it.

Steve growled into the kiss and then picked you up. "This will be fun," he smiled and carried you to his room.

There he threw you on the bed and climbed on top of you. "Shall we see what are you hiding under this Skirt?" Steve teased.

“Hey, hey, slow down!" You couldn't help but giggle.

You pushed him off of yourself and you got up. When he sat at the edge of the bed, you stood between his legs.

"I don't know. You were rude to me today," you summarized, "I don't know if you deserved any of this..."

You slowly brushed your thighs, grabbing the hem of your skirt. With a swing in your hips you turned around, revealing upper part of your thighs, just enough for him to notice your panties.

Steve got up and grabbed your hips, pulling you closer. He pressed you against his chest. "Then I will continue to be rude, sweetheart," Steve purred into your ear and moved his hand between your legs.

He chuckled. "Someone is already wet for me, bad girl as always."

You licked your dry lips and put your palm on his hand, forcing him to rub your pussy through material of your panties.

As you were pressed to him, you could easily feel Steve getting harder, ever through his jeans.

You turned your head a bit to let him kiss you.

Steve covered your mouth with a kiss and smiled. "You've been a very bad girl today, you didn't listen to things I've said, you were really mean to me," Steve muttered in a low voice.

His hand slowly moved your panties aside, he wasted no time and pushed two fingers inside of you.

Steve hummed happily. "So tight and wet, just for me. I'm gonna fuck you hard tonight, doll. You're gonna scream my name so loud that whole tower will hear you."

You took a deep breath, still holding on his hand.

It felt so nice to have his fingers inside, you could already imagine how amazing it will be to have his cock in your pussy.

You forced him to pull his hand back, you slowly licked on his long fingers, humming.

Then you turned around in his arms and without any word you started to undoing his belt, your eyes on his.

Steve watched you carefully. "You are still a naughty girl. Really naughty girl. On your knees, sweetheart," he ordered, looking you right in the eyes. "And be a good girl this time."

You slowly got on your knees and unzipped his fly, licking your lips.

You pulled his half erected cock out of his jeans, and a little smirk crawled onto your mouth.

Even then you could say that he was big. The biggest you've ever seen before.

You grabbed his base and pumped it few times before you took him into mouth.

"Now you are good girl. I'm proud," Steve sighed deeply and moved his hands into your hair, he started to move your head up and down his shaft. "This feels so good, Y/N. Keep doing this and I will cum," Steve warned you. You pulled his dick out of your mouth only to spit on him. You pumped your hand few times, from his head to the bottom of his base, spreading your saliva all over his shaft. You pulled his cock up, pressing it to his lower stomach, you licked along his length, using only tip of your tongue. Then you sucked on his tip for a while, only to push his cock deep down your throat while massaging his balls. You used your free hand to rub your pussy and slip fingers in.

Steve growled and tugged on your hair, pulling you away. "Sorry, sweetheart, I need to fill this tight, little pussy with my cum," he mumbled and forced you to lay down on the bed. After that, he slipped his jeans down his legs kicking them aside.

"Let's see how this little pussy feels around my cock." Steve pulled your skirt up, exposing you completely as you managed to get rid of your shirt and bra moment before.

Steve grabbed his member and guided himself slowly into you, moaning deeply as he entered your pussy.

Captain started to trust in a steady pace, holding your hips tightly. "Fuck, you feel so good, sweetheart. So tight, so wet and all this is mine," he grunted.

You squeezed your breasts, your eyes never left his. "God, yes... I didn't know it can be that amazing, fuck..." you murmured quietly, taking a hold of his strong forearm. "Just like that.." you spit on your fingers and rubbed your pussy while Steve was fucking you. "God, feels so good. Show me how much you've wanted it, c'mon!" The urge of getting fucked nicely was too huge for you, so you dragged your nails down his back as you wrapped your leg around his hip.

"Hope I won't snap you in a half," Steve muttered and started to thrust faster, using all of his strength.

His thrusts were so hard that bed started to crack dangerously.

"I'm gonna make you cum so hard, doll," Steve growled and his hand traveled to your pussy, he pushed two fingers into you. "Nice and full," he summed up before kissing and biting your neck.

You were moaning deeply, rubbing yourself. You slipped your second hand into his hair. "Mmm, that's it, Steven. Fuck me like you've dreamt about since I joined your team," you encouraged him.

After some time you used all of your strength to push him off of you. You then straddled him, slowly pushing his cock back into your cunt. You started to rock your hips slowly, basing your hands on his muscular chest to support yourself.

Steve gasped and grabbed your hips so tightly that you knew he will leave bruises. "My good girl. Ride that cook until I cum inside this tight pussy, ride it faster! I am not made of glass," he smiled, rolling his hips before moving hand between two of you, straight to your clit. Steve started to slowly rub it, putting some pressure on from time to time.

"Yes! Yes..." You moaned loudly, scratching his chest. "Fuck, I wanna you to cum inside of me," you said, "fill me to the brim," you licked your lips.

You were going up and down his cock as fast as you could.

When you felt your walls squeezing his dick, you increased your pace, his name was the only thing to leave your lips.

Steve quickly flipped you over, so he was on top again, he threw your legs on his shoulders, pushing himself even deeper inside your cunt. "I'm gonna cum, sweetheart. Gonna fill this little pussy. You'll be mine now."

His peace was fast and thrusts were deep, soon Steve pushed himself as deep as he only could only to cum deep inside of you, moaning your name loudly.

His name rolled from your mouth as your pussy started to clenching rhythmically around his hard member. You arched your back and rolled head on the pillow. You rock your hips few more times, trying to catch a proper breath.

You were covered in sweat but you didn't mind.

Your eyes met his and you reached hands to cup his cheeks.

"You're a fucker still but well, I gotta admit that was delicious. I guess I will be even more problematic now, just to be punished again," you winked at him, slipping hand between two of you. Then, you licked your fingers, tasting his cum. "Mmm, someone likes coffee here."

Steve laughed and shook his head. "Be a good girl and you will get this on a daily basis, and I won't kick your ass on training so often," he teased you, then pulled you closer. "Let's rest now," Steve offered.

You let him put his boxers back on, and when he laid next to you, you simply rested your head on his muscular torso, letting him wrap his strong arm around your waist. "I'm naked still, Cap," you teased, "But I'm keen on this idea. But tomorrow it's gonna be me who will kick your ass on training.

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Bucky Barnes || Nsft Alphabet

Author: Beast Request: @a-happy-wolf

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

It’s hard to believe but Bucky loves cuddles. He craves the touch of his partner, years in the ice were enough alone to him. He gladly kisses wherever he can reach, he caresses your body, he whispers words of love right into your ear.

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Bucky loves big booty. He’s happy when he can squeeze and massage your butt, he always gives it a lot of attention during a foreplay.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically)

Barnes likes to cum right onto your face, to see the blissful desire into your eyes when you swallow his semen. It’s his favorite part of getting a blowjob.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) 

Bucky has had a lot of women in his entire life, yet you’re the only one he trusts the most, so it’s not a big deal to him to get tied by you, it actually makes him hard within a second.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Bucky is experienced as fuck, though a lot of partners he used to have (yes, they were not only a women after all.)

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

James love doggy style, though he doesn’t mind something rather more classical like missionary or spoons. But fucking you from behind gives him an amazing opportunity to caress you booty, isn’t it? ☺

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc) 

Bucky is serious in bed.

H = Hair (How well-groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.) 

Bucky’s chest is clean shaved, yet he always takes care to leave the happy trail. He knows you love it.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Bucky can get very romantic at time when two of you are together in bed. He’ll whisper into your ear, he’ll take it all slow, only to make you experience something sensual, that man likes to make his partner happy and satisfied.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation head canon) 

He is rough to himself, he squeezes his balls tightly, same goes to his shaft. He almost always uses his metal limb to masturbate himself, it gives him better sensations when metal meets warm flesh of his cock.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks) 

He simply loves to be called “daddy” or “soldier”. And he is crazy about you wearing skirts.

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do) 

Bucky basically can have sex anywhere, anytime, he just has to have mood on such things.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going) 

Your beautiful body drives him crazy. He loves to watch your curves when you take shower or when you switch clothes. The way you talk to him sometimes drives him crazy as well. And, of course, sometimes he just want to piss Wilson off. ☺

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Everything containing hurting you, like beating is out of his list.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc) 

Barnes simply loves both, giving and receiving. The power he gets when you’re on your knees, sucking him off, is overwhelming and he adores to have it.

But also, he loves to have power over you when his skilled tongue rolls over your clit when he licks your pussy with his eyes on you.

P = Pace (Are they fats and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

He’s very fast and rough, yet he can get more calm when needed.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.) 

Bucky will gladly take those when there’s no time for proper sex.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Experiment is his second name though. Bucky loves to get wild, no matter where he is. It can be a church nor parking lot, it all doesn’t matter as long as you’re by his side to fulfill his wishes.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…) 

Prepare yourself for 3 to 5 rounds of pure, wild sex, without a break.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?) 

Bucky has few vibrators for you but the main toy he uses on you is his bionic arm, and it can do amazing things to your craving body. He also uses it on himself.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease) 

When you both are out, be sure that he will try to slip his hands beneath your skirt/dress or that he will spank your butt, whispering how much he would love to stretch you with his fingers and cock.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make) 

Bucky mostly grunts but he can get pretty loud, moaning your name and cursing.

W = Wild Card (Get a random head canon for the character of your choice) 

Bucky will never admit it but he is shy of getting undressed right in front of you. Of course, his body is well-chiseled, yet he still is unsure of himself, though he will try to hide it under his poker face. He thinks you don’t like his hips and butt.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

His length is big and thick. His balls as well. It’s a side effect of the serum he used to get when he was turning into the Winter Soldier. The main vain that runs under his shaft is easily palpable when you stroke him. It can get hard for you to wrap hand around his shaft when he gets erected.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?) 

His sex drive is oh so high. He’ll gladly get laid whenever he can.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Though your sex is exhausting, Bucky will quickly cuddle you and fall asleep, still whispering some incomprehensible words of love right into your ear.

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The one who tears the love apart ||Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: After being hurt by Bucky, you need to find a way to move on. 

Warnings: none

Words: 1395

Authors: Rouge

A/N: it was a great pleasure to me to participate in @justmebeingtheweirdmeiam​ ​ writing challenge. Congratulations on your milestone! My prompt was the song "Jar of hearts" by Christina Perri.

I remember everything.

My heart pounded with apprehension as I watched him kissing that woman. She was sitting onto his lap, his arms were wrapped around her waist in a tight grasp. Her fingers were tangled with his hair strands.

"Bucky...," I whispered quietly knowing how tremulous my voice was at time.   He glanced back at me as if he wasn't interested in my presence in the flat at all. "You've came back earlier," Bucky replied while the other woman kissed along his jawline, looking at me like as at a bug.

"What the hell! Who's she?!," I'd managed to raise my voice, yet still I sounded like an angry baby. "What the hell is going on here?!"

"Calm down, Y/N," Bucky waved his hand. "This is Vicky. A friend from work."

"You're making out with a fucking friend from work in our flat?!," I've screamed. "How dare you?!"

"Cool down," he repeated. "It does mean nothing to me."

"Do I mean nothing to you?," She straighten her back and got off his lap. "You've said something else half an hour ago!" Bucky threw her a glance which could have been interpreted as ​shut up ​ . "I didn't promise you anything, little one," he snapped as he has gotten up.

"Dick!," She gathered her bag and coat and left the flat, passing me by.

I blinked in disbelief. How Bucky could have behaved in such a manner? It was beyond comprehension. "What the fuck was that?," I've asked again.

"C'mon," he rolled his eyes and pulled pack of cigarettes out of pocket of his jeans. "I told you, it was nothing."

I've been knowing Bucky for a year and we've been a thing for three months by then. He was a very problematic person; his demons were haunting him constantly. He couldn't find peace, and I was considering it as a main reason of his awfully selfish behaviour.  Many times I've witnessed him flirting openly with other girls but I loved him too hardly to leave him behind. But that was it, I've reached my limit. Then he crossed every line possible.

"You're kissing other girl, and you call this nothing?," I've asked, being dangerously close to burst into tears.

He inhaled the smoke and shook the ash off, right onto the wooden floor. "Are you going to reproach me my directness, darling?," Bucky asked casually, leaning his side against the wall. "I don't recall promising you that you're the one and only to me."

Bucky's words were bitter and have hurt me very much. "Why are you so… so cruel?," I've asked simply feeling like a single tear was rolling down my cheek.

"Doll, we had an obvious deal," Bucky shrugged, "We had goddamn fine sex but I haven't told you that I want a relationship of any kind. Sorry. I thought it was clear for you."

"It wasn't, as you can see," I clenched my teeth. I turned around and left the shared flat as I couldn't hold my tears ant longer, and the last thing I needed that time was him seeing me crying like a baby.

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Two months have passed.

I haven't been in touch with Bucky since the day I left once our flat.  

He called me few times but I haven't answered any of his calls. I've heard from our common friends that he was desperate to get along with me again. He used to tell them about how much he loved me, how much he missed me.

But I didn't care anymore.

Until that one particular day…

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I still remember it well.

I've met him by accident, at evening, in the park, when I was getting back from work to the flat I shared with Natasha.

I was talking with her on the phone. It was a casual conversation about what to order for a dinner. I insisted on having a sushi while she wanted to have some pasta.

"... so if you want it so badly, screw it, I can agree on pasta today then," I giggled. "​You're the fucking best, Y/N!, ​ " Natasha sounded so happy. "Oh, you can be sure I'll remind you this next time you complain about me being a shitty friend, Nat," I said in a serious tone, and it was when I spotted Bucky.

He was sitting on the bench, hood on, cigarette put between his lips, hands hidden in his pockets. Even if some part of me shouted ​don't do this ​ , I couldn't pass him by without saying a word. "Okay Nat, see you at home then," I said to the phone before ending the call and shifting the device into my purse. I took a deep breath and approached him. "Hey, Buck."

He raised his head and looked at me. Within blink of an eye his face lit up, he almost jumped. "Y/N! It's good to see you! I've been trying to call you."

"Yeah, I know," I responded. "May I?," I added, pointing on the bench.

He nodded, shifting aside to make a room for me.

"How have you been?," I asked simply.

"Okay," Bucky shrugged. "Devastated." I nodded in silence. "​I heard you're asking all around if I was anywhere to be found​." Bucky gave me a brief nod. "True. But no one has wanted to share your new number with me," he looked me in the eyes.  

I opened my mouth to remind him how much he had hurt me few weeks earlier but he raised his metal limb a little, in a gesture that was supposed to silence me.

"Please," his whisper sounded more like a beg.  

So I allowed him to speak.

"I know I had hurt you like no one else did, and I really regret," Bucky said. "Only when you left, I realized how much I've lost," he lowered his head. "But there's nothing I could do back then. You were gone, and even if I tried to contact you, you never responded to my messages and calls. So I thought I should leave you alone. You gave me everything I've never had. And I fucked. I know, I didn't deserve a second chance."

I remained silent for a longer while. His confession hurt me even more than his actions. Taking the fact I knew how hard his life was, I felt bad about treating him the way I did. "​I have grown too strong to ever fall back in your arms​," I replied shortly. "Im sorry, Bucky."

"Y/N… Would you at least try to consider us getting back together?," He asked openly. He gave me a look and I saw tiny sparkles of hope within his eyes. It almost broke my heart. 

"Bucky…," I started, "You were ​runnin' 'round leaving scars​ ,and ​tearing love apart​," I gasped sadly. "​You don't get to get me back​ . It's over. There won't be us as a couple anymore. But we still can be friends, if you want," I offered, with heavy heart.

I saw how sad Bucky was at time but it was the only right decision I could have made.

I put my palm to his arm. "It's time for me." I got up and improved the stripe of my purse.

He got up as well and sighed. "Can I hug you at least?"

I nodded.

Bucky embraced me fondly and squeezed me tight. I would lie if I say I didn't like it. I did. Oh, so much.  It was so good to smell his perfumes again, it was oh so good to feel his warmth radiating to my body.  

It was when I dared to do something he didn't expect. So didn't I.

I looked up at him when his grasp loosened, I cupped his face in my palms, I climbed on my tiptoes and placed a long, passionate kiss to his full, rough lips. My lips crushed on his, and, dear God, it felt so good.  He hummed in appreciation and tightened his grasp around my waist again, giving kiss back.

Finally, when I broke the kiss, I looked him in the eyes. "Just so you know what you have lost."

After these words I slipped out of his formerly solicitous arms, and left. Without saying a word.   I knew I was playing hard, nevertheless​ it was a lesson he needed to learn ​ .  

𝓓𝓪𝔂 11 - “Welcome Back, Baby” || Bucky Barnes x fem!reader

Masterlist

Summary: Following a long absence, you're greeted by Bucky, who longs for you desperately.

Warnings: smut (unprotected p in v, oral - f & m receiving)

Word count: 1404

Author: Rouge

A/N: the prompt for today is: Rough Sex

After nearly three months away, you return home. You put your suitcase down and try to get further into the apartment, but Barnes is already waiting for you.

As Bucky kisses you long and deep, he whispers, "Good morning, Y/N. I've been waiting for you." He spins you around with his mischievous smile, pressing you against the door. Pulling your head back, he kisses the exposed part of your neck while tugging on your hair. As Bucky presses against you, he begins to explore your curves. 

Throughout the weeks, he has yearned for this body. His hands wander across your stomach, sliding over your dress and feeling the skin beneath. As his hands pass over your body, their paths diverge. The one goes lower to rest on your hip and caresses you there while the other slides up and enjoys your breasts.

He grabs your throat as you squirm and his arm shoots up through your breast valley. His other hand swings back and arcs down, swatting your left asscheek. As opposed to silencing you, he only elicits a tortured moan from your lips as your hips grind back against him. Bucky let his hand fly once more. Every time, your ass grinds backwards in circles, trying to find his cock. With his hand on your neck, Bucky thrusts his hips forward to trap you against the wall, bringing his other hand up to start removing the dress. Barnes pauses when he reaches the hem. Instead, he flips you over with your back to the wall, your hands coming up to hold his wrist at your neck; your Y/E/C eyes flashing at him in defiance and lust. Breathing heavily through gritted teeth, Bucky growls, "You're wearing too many clothes. Take them off for me. Now, Y/N."

You reach down and begin to lean forward to take the hem, but his arm doesn't move. Your eyebrow cocks up in question and he motions with his eyes saying, "Don't move, little one, use your hands instead."

You slowly pull it up and over your hips, revealing your beautiful pussy. Bucky suddenly realizes how hungry he is for you as the fabric passes over your toned stomach. As you lift it above your breasts, he is filled with lust. Taking his hand from your throat, he reaches for your breast.

When his grip loosens, you duck past him and scamper into the living room. You dart past the couch and into the bedroom as Bucky chases after you, barely missing your arm.

As Bucky watches your breasts giggle and your butt dance, he enjoys this part of the show. You're cornered in the bedroom, breathing hard. Your attempt to pass Bucky is unsuccessful because he is too quick; an arm hooks your hip and suddenly you’re falling face down towards the bed.

He falls on top of you as you struggle and try to get away, but all you do is grind your ass into his hard cock. He flips you over and puts a knee between your legs, trapping your leg with his foot. The knee snugs up to your pussy and, in your struggles, you find that you’re only rubbing your clit on Bucky’s leg. Suddenly, you realize how wet you are and let out a moan, rubbing your pelvis into his leg.

In the meantime, Bucky is kissing, licking, and nipping everywhere he can reach. As soon as he gets to your breasts, he goes a little nuts, switching from left to right, unsure which to pay more attention to. Meantime, he quickly tugs both his sweatpants and boxer shorts down his legs, clumsily taking them off. Flipping over on your stomach, he presses his cock against your butt cheeks, letting you feel it hard, knowing you are to blame. His hands reach out to cup, squeeze, and fondle your breasts firmly. Pulling your hair back, he grunts into your ear, "Do you feel this cock on your ass?" 

You nod eagerly. “Yes.”

"Do you know who is responsible for it?"

You moan. “Oh, yes, Bucky. I am.”

He spanks you sharply. 

You howl in pain and pleasure. 

Your head is pulled back as he moves his hand to your neck. "Do you feel this?" He spanks you again. 

Your guttural moan escapes your throat as your butt rises off the bed, begging for more; you're rubbing your clit against his leg to increase the pleasure. “Fuck me.”

Pausing to listen to your moans of desperation, Bucky rubs your ass and whispers, "You know I love your ass.”

He turns you over and kisses down from your lips to your breasts through your stomach and teases your thighs. 

You tangle his hair with your hands at the back of his head. 

He slowly moves up to your pussy and gives her little licks and nips with his lips and tongue. 

As you get more desperate, you begin to put pressure on the back of his head. 

All of a sudden he dives in, eating you out. While one hand fondles your breasts, the other teases the entrance of your wet pussy with his fingers. One finger sneaking in, curling up to massage your insides. 

Your hips come off the bed and moans begin spilling out of your mouth. He feasts on you with his hands roaming all over your body, letting every nook and cranny know he missed you. Your pleasure peaks in a scream of pleasure, body shaking with release. Dazed, you lay there obediently.

After you have recovered, he positions you at the edge of the bed and grabs your mouth with his cock, claiming it as his. You then bathe him with your warm mouth. With his fingers, Bucky strokes your wet pussy while fondling your breasts. In a steady, slow motion, he steadily thrusts his cock into your throat. 

Your saliva drops down to your breasts as you suck his cock and moan around his member while looking up at him.

When he feels it's time, he flips you around to claim your pussy with his cock. Barnes fucks you while you moan loudly and grasp at his back.

As your hands go to his round butt, you pull him deeper, harder into you. "Fuck! Fuck! Please fuck me harder! You're so deep! Oh my God, I'm going to cum!" You scream, digging your nails into his buttocks.

When your pussy clenches around Bucky's throbbing cock buried in your soft, warm core, he grunts deeply.

Bucky fucks you relentlessly as you cum, then again until he finds his release deep inside you. As Bucky groans his pleasure into your ear, your legs lock around him, holding him inside you, while your inner walls massage his cock.

You both collapse next to each other, tangled in each other's limbs, chest to chest, face to face. 

"Welcome home, Y/N. How was your trip?" Bucky smiles and cups your face in his hand.

"It wasn't bad, but I missed you every second," you tell him openly.

He slips his hand into your hair, massaging your scalp with a smirk on his lips. I missed you all the time, even when I was on missions with Sam. Bucky places his head on your naked chest and kisses one of your breasts, openly declaring "I was counting days until your return."

"This was the last time I was gone for so long, I promise," you claim.

His eyebrows are cocked as he turns his face towards you. “What do you mean?”

"You're speaking with the new chief editor of the Journal of the American Academy of Child & Adolescent Psychiatry," you tell your boyfriend.

He blinks at you. “What?! Why didn't you tell me sooner?" A smile never leaves his lips as he sits up and looks directly at you.

"It was important to me to tell you in person. It will be easier for me to focus on my research here instead of traveling abroad to gather material for articles."

He wraps his arms around you and kisses both your cheeks and the bridge of your nose. “My smartie. "Congratulations! I'm so happy for you.”

Your hand slips into his thick, dark, short hair as you kiss him back. "My heart is full of love for you, Bucky, and I can't wait for another round," you smile mischievously.

Again, a grin appears on his lips. “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you are greeted appropriately.”