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»envious bucky«

genre: if u know me, u know it’s gon’ be angst, bestfriend/soulmate!bucky

warnings: drinking ig, mentions of being interested in another man (but not really), immensely jealous bucky, who doesn’t know how to process that feeling (he’s being mean), mentions of toxic ex

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»I don’t like him.« Bucky grumbled under his breath.

You shoot him a look. »Yeah, but I do, darling.« Giving him a strict smile.

»Why? He’s like not even your type.« He sighs in frustration.

Your brows raise at that, looking almost offended.

»What would you know about my type?« You challenged.

The bar you’re sitting in is crowded and busy, much to Bucky’s dismay. But he stays of course, for you. As though it’s different than usual. You didn’t look at him much today, although you’re sitting right beside him, -barely touching each other’s knees, but the contact is there. You two live in the same apartment block and are used to seeing each other every day of the week.

He has a bigger problem with not having your full and honest attention than he would like to admit. You’ve been looking the opposite direction the moment you’ve found yourself these seats. Bucky hates it, because he can see what –or rather who– you’re stalking from his point of view –just as perfect as you can. It’s this french guy Gabriel. He’s new to town and new to your friend group now as well. Nat had brought him with her a couple weeks ago and everyone loved him. Well, except Bucky. But he wasn’t someone who particularly enjoyed meeting new people, everyone knew that. So they weren’t suspicious about it.

It’s not that he didn’t like the guy in general, it’s that you liked him. And every time Gabriel came up to you and started speaking french (because you apparently loved it when he spoke his native language) your eyes started to form into hearts and all those giggles and laughs wouldn’t stop flowing. God, James hoped he would survive tonight without lashing out on you or Mr. “I’m french and handsome so I’m going to steal your girl”.

»I know you prefer rough guys. You don’t like a baby face with a smooth haircut. You don’t like anyone ever actually. But especially not this kind of guy.« Bucky tries to wear his grin proudly, but he’s questioning himself when he sees your expression.

»Oh, is that so? Thanks for reminding me, Mr. Barnes.« You scoff and turn yourself away from him once again. Bucky feels crap after that reaction. He didn’t intend to make you upset.

»No- You know how I mean it, Y/n.« You ignore him and continue to look for your knew found bestie.

Bucky sighs in defeat.

»Do you actually like him?«

He didn’t want an answer to that question if it was a „yes“. So he felt like punching himself realizing what he’d done.

»Bucky, quit it? Please? I’m not talking to you about this.« You brushed him off, annoyed by his demeanor.

He breathed out deeply, looking at you and wishing once again, he would be the one you’re looking at the way you’re watching Gabriel learning billiards right now.

This never happened before. That’s why he was so determined to remind you that you don’t like anyone but him. To remind you you’re his. Except, you’re not. You never were. And realizing that made him physically feel sick to the stomach. He didn’t just not like the idea of you finding something in Gabriel, Bucky depended on you. If you were gonna fall in love with someone else, who would be there to take care of his broken soul? A soul only you had the capability of healing.

It was when you touched his shoulder and slowly gripped your hand around his bicep, that he came back to earth.

»Barnes? Baby, are you okay? You’ve been staring into space for the last ten minutes.« He looked at you, studying your facial expression. You were worried.

Although the nickname and your touch gave him comfort, he still felt like vomiting all over the place. His chest so tight, he struggled to breath normally, hoping you wouldn’t notice.

»I think I’ll head home. Had enough for the night, just feel tired, that’s all.« He tried convincing you with a exhausted smile hanging on his lips.

You figured it out in about five seconds. He never looked that crushed around his friends and you. You knew it had upset him what you said earlier, but you realized it too late. Preoccupied with thoughts of another man.

You mentally slapped yourself. You should’ve been more sensitive about it. Everyone knew how protective Bucky was over you. You suspected why. But you could never know to which extent his love went for you. Bucky himself couldn’t even form it into words, how important you were to him.

»Okay, I’m just gonna inform everyone that we’re leaving. Wait here for me.« You gently squeezed his shoulder, giving him a reassuring smile.

You were about to go do that but Bucky stopped you.

»Hey, no. You don’t have to go with me. Let Sam walk you home later. I’ll be fine.« His voice sounded almost strangled. So sharp and raspy. You could tell, something wasn’t right.

»Buck, I insist. You don’t look well. Let me take you home, please?«

It irritated him immensely how you went from scoffing at him earlier to wanting to take care of him now.

»I think you’d rather go sit beside Gabriel over there and tell him fancy things about yourself. You don’t have to act like you’re more interested in taking me home than staying here and spending time with him.« You were baffled by his brutal honesty.

He was often like that with others, but never with you. His gentle tone and careful, loving words were only meant for you. Until now it seemed.

Bucky studied your face once again and he could feel the hurt and confusion through your eyes, not making his already heavy heart any lighter.

»W-what are you saying?« You felt the air getting thicker inside your lungs.

»Oh please. You’ve been ogling that man since the moment we walked into this place. Why don’t you just go there? Maybe he’ll get lucky and you’ll even let him take you to bed.«

All that air made it’s way out of your system again and you stopped breathing for a moment.

Bucky’s eyes were telling a different story, but what he’d just said to you made you grow cold.

»Fuck you.« Was the only thing you were able to breath out, before snatching your coat and making your way out of this bar and onto the streets. Right now, you just wanted to wrap yourself in your sheets and forget his dumb face.

Barnes was not fast enough to get a hold of you and apologize. He realized it was the most stupid thing to say to you. It was just that he felt so jealous and hurt, his mind acted on instinct and wanted to hurt you back. Which obviously worked a little too well.

What was he expecting though, when he hit right inside your weakest part? The people who knew you well enough, had heard about your ex. And what he had done to still influence your decisions to this day. It was a long story, but one thing was for sure; you’ve never trusted anyone else with your heart (or body) since then. Only Bucky. But it looked like not even he deserved it.

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»Fuck!« He punched the concrete wall of the building he was standing next to –leaving a hole– after landing on your voicemail once again for the nth time.

He felt horrible. Not being able to reach you. Not knowing where you were. Not being able beg you for forgiveness. And worst of all; not knowing what to do without you.

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“kîlling, protecting”

“Tell me you’re fûcking kidding!” You yelled through the living room.

“I wish-“ He began, but you were faster.

“Don’t give me that bullshit.” Your tone was ice cold, his panicked eyes searching for yours.

“You’re insane. You know that?” You scoff, turning your heel to avoid the look on his face.

“Don’t look at me like you have some kind of right to be here, Bucky.” You tell him, walking into the kitchen.

“I’m sorry-“ Bucky followed up.

“Sorry doesn’t cut it. You kîlled someone. Thought I wouldn’t find out? You thought I was oblivious enough to let you distract me with sex?! While you went behind my back because you’re a sick and twisted fûcking psychopath!”

“Please- just let me explain…” He pleads behind you.

“Look at me, please…” His begging voice fills not only your ears but your every sense. You turn around, remaining monotone.

Your eyes meet his.

“You think you can get away with this? No fûcking way…” You huff.

“No- listen!” He takes a step closer. You fight to stay where you are and don’t let him get to you.

“I could lie and tell you it wasn’t easy kîlling him. But it really was. I enjoyed knowing he would never lay a hand on my girl again. I did it to protect this, us.”

“Fuck no, you didn’t. Keep telling yourself that, I’m not gonna believe that line of bullshit.” You hit his chest and take a few steps away again.

Bucky sighs, looking to the ground as his chest filled with panic and guilt. You weren’t supposed to find out. It should’ve looked like an accident.

He understands that kîlling isn’t as normal to you as it is to him. But it didn’t hold him back, not even for a second. All he could think about, was getting him out of the way and making sure he would never try to get close to you again. He successfully made sure of that. But at what cost?

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- droplet of joy -

“i love you so much, doll. you know that?” he mumbled into your neck.

it was warm outside and the sun made its way through the white curtains. the rays of beaming light tickling and warming your skin.

you giggled softly, your fingers tangling in his dark, soft hair. “yes, i know.”

bucky sighed into your beautiful scented flesh. his weight shifted on top of you, his grip tightening around your hips. you smelled like everything he’s ever dreamed of; as if you’d bath in flowers every night.

you felt like the melody of a sufjan stevens song, weighing on his heart. bucky is mesmerized every time he looks at you or feels your skin on his or sees you showing your unique smile.

“i love you more, bucky.” you breathed out, almost feeling sad at his confession. bucky always made you feel like you were the most precious thing on earth. he replaced your world.

“i never want to let you go. you’re my everything. i love you.” he raised his head to look at you. bucky watched a silent tear run down your cheek. he captured the droplet of joy with his lips.

his thumb grazed your face, touching you so gently as if you were his porcelain doll.

“you are too sweet to exist, my dear. i can not put it into words how lucky i feel to have you in my arms everyday. i love you so much.” bucky kissed your nose, then your chin.

“i just woke up and you already make me cry.” you sniffled, wiping your glossy eyes.

he responded with a soft smile. “sorry, my doll. just wanted to let you know.” he continued to caress your cheek, admiring your face.

“you know… the night we first met… i couldn’t believe my eyes when i saw you for the first time. i just wondered if you’d ever even acknowledge me. i thought you were so heavenly, there was no way you would even look at me.” he paused and kissed your lips.

“and look at where i am. i will never take this for granted. you mean so much to me. i will tell you every day, even if it makes you cry. i will dry your tears again. i promise i’ll take care of you. forever, if you let me.”

- i hope this made you feel as safe and loved as i felt while writing this

- love you guys <3

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mercy

>> a quick warning, my dears: smut, sub!billy, fem!reader, dacryphilia (not really mentioned as a turn on tho, billy just cries the whole time), bondage, sad billy, mean!reader, and probably more, so be aware! MDNI! ty!

>> excuse any mistakes pls!

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„I’m sorry, I’m sorry!!!” Dragging the words out, he sits there –whining your name continuously without you doing anything at all.

“Shut up!” You warn. You’ve lost count on how many times he’s begged for forgiveness today.

You aren’t in the mood for games. You are in the mood to ruin the man in front of you. Too bad because even that, he would enjoy, you knew.

He whimpers and lets his head hang low in hopelessness. You have him bound to the chair inside your living room, hands tied together with cable ties. Because he wanted it like that. He had pleaded for you to do what you wanted to him, to punish him. That was the only thing you would be granting him. For a long, long time.

„I don’t want to hear you anymore. I’m tired of this bullshit, Russo!!“ You have to really control yourself to not go completely feral right now.

He whines again.

„You’re pathetic, Russo! Do you know how much it costs me not to leave you right here, go to sleep and throw you right out the first thing in the morning? Fucking hell, I want to throw you out right fucking now!“ But you don’t. And you don’t know what you see in him that makes you want to forgive him everything in just a split second. But of course, you also don’t do that. Even if you did, you knew, deep down he wouldn’t forgive himself either.

His eyes show you how much he wants to open his mouth to apologize and beg again and you’re more than glad that he chooses not to this time, scared to disobey you once more. Like he didn’t already crossed every line and crashed every wall.

You sigh, massaging your temple with one hand, trying to ease the headache your boyfriend had brought upon you. That’s what he was; pure, consistent headache.

Something had changed in him over the last couple of weeks. He’d always been so sweet and smart and eager to please you. Well, he was still all that but there was something new to his persona. A fire. Like yours. And it was exhausting to keep him in check. Impossible almost. Which was why you’ve grown to be more direct and rough with him. Otherwise he would never listen.

But now. Oh now. It was almost like his switch had been flipped again. His jeans covered legs slightly shaking, his lips trembling, his eyes teary and his face guilty.

„Tell me, Russo; Do you deserve my forgiveness?“ It’s a mean question. You watch how it affects his whole being entirely. Tears pooling at his eyes, threatening to find their path down his cheeks, down his neck. Until they reach his naked chest and dry. He sniffles and you curse his dark hair that hides most of his face in silence. You want to at least see him suffer.

„Answer me. Or do you want to leave right now? You can leave right-“ You bark his way and he’s quicker to respond this time.

„No!“ He cries, trying to hold louder sounds inside. He knows you’re already on edge (where he brought you) so it would be unwise to stretch your patience even more.

You laugh lightly.

„That’s right. And do you know what brats like you get? Also right, absolutely nothing. Do you think I deserve to be treated like this, huh? Tell me Russo! I would like to know!” Tears also gathered in your eyes now, but you blinked them away quickly.

He lifted his head to look at you and the view almost made you choke on your own breath. He looked like a mess.

“You don’t- You don’t deserve to be treated like this. I’m sorry, Y/n-“

“Do not call me by my name!” Your blood was boiling once again. He should know. You had ‘trained’ him better. But the whole situation made his chest grow so tight with anxiety and guilt that he thought whatever was going on here was past any sexual plays. Which it was, but you couldn’t stand it, to be disrespected by him right now.

There he was. Billy Russo, usually the boss of everyone around him. A merciless, ruthful man he was. But when he came home, he wasn’t like that anymore. Though, lately these two big differences seemed to confuse him and mess with his head. Because why else would he go out of his way just to betray your trust? And break almost every last one of the rules you had set.

Now it was on you how to deal with that. Tonight, he finally made you snap. Before, you had tried to handle him more careful because you knew something with work had him spiraling. Something must bother him so much, it makes him want to keep control at home now too, when he looses it a work. And you were very understanding at first. For a start you quit leading him into submission. Because you feared that it would take a toll on his self control and overall demeanor if you didn’t act accordingly.

You had endured many hours of pointless arguments, petty comments, that had sometimes reached your shell and hurt you with a force that you didn’t expect. Not from your boyfriend anyways. You were in utter shock the first time he’d barked back a snarly comment about your past relationships. You hated it but you were sensitive about that topic. Before Billy, you weren’t as careful with who to choose as your partner. They had mistreated you many times. Of course you broke it of with all of them as soon as you felt disrespected.

But he had blamed you for all of it. He said you were too stubborn, too dominant, overall not how his woman was supposed to be. And that had broken your heart. You had tried to swallow it, to keep in mind why he was saying such things. You figured he felt attacked. He was scared you would take his control away, which you’ve done so many times before, with consent from both sides. But you had to accept, he wasn’t your old Billy anymore.

After a particularly hard day at work, Russo had decided to go to a pub. Just to relax a bit and get his mind off of things. Not only his work was exhausting him but also the circumstances at home, with you. He fully knew that everything was his fault, he hated himself for treating you so careless. He could only wish you weren’t gonna leave his ass soon. But he expected it nonetheless. Couldn’t blame you for it.

The night had escalated quickly and while missing all your worried calls, he’d sat there on the leather couch, with numbed senses and a almost naked woman up his neck. He didn’t touch her, but he willingly let himself be touched. Mostly because he was so out of it, he didn’t even know if it was you who’s been grinding on his lap or a stranger that looked like you. However, he was past the stage of feeling anything. He probably fell asleep soon after.

Fact was, that he didn’t remember how he got home. He only remembers your soft hands on him turning harsh the moment he was able to speak again. He figured you had found out where he’d spend his night and were furious. Couldn’t blame you for it.

Which was where you two were now.

He’d started apologizing to you when he got his memory back and went from feeling nothing, to feeling absolutely everything. He was desperate to get you to forgive him. Although he knew that wasn’t likely. In his hazed state he felt like he was gonna lose himself at the thought of losing you. Which was more likely to happen.

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“I know, I know. I’m sorry! I’m so sorry! Please, believe me, I didn’t want any of this! I just wanted piece for a while. I didn’t know were else to go. But I’m sorry! It was a mistake! I won’t even think of doing it again, I promise, I promise!” His glossy eyes search for yours.

“You never keep your promises anymore. You’ve become a liar, Russo.” Your alarmingly calm voice flushes his ears.

“I can’t tell anymore if you still love me.”

His heart beat begins to hammer against his chest. He knows he’s not allowed to talk but he can’t leave that statement how it is.

“I do! I love you! I swear- god, Y/n, you don’t even know how much I love you. I never stopped, I swear on everything I have! I’m sorry for everything, I will make it up to you. I’m not a liar!” He cries, his cheeks completely wet.

“Yeah, but maybe I am.” He looks at you, confused.

“Maybe I’m telling myself I can still fix you, get my old Billy back. Because we love each other. But I realize that if only one of us puts in the effort, there’s no light at the end of the tunnel.” The way your soft voice dances off the walls of the room makes him shiver. The tears making their way down his chest and ending up wetting his jeans.

“Please- don’t… don’t leave me! I can not do this without you!”

You scoff and take your time walking towards him in a torturously slow and seducing way. The way your hips sway in unison with the steps of your heels while the dress you’re wearing hugs your perfect curves makes him go insane. He will never get over the fact, that you’re his girlfriend. Such a beautiful woman –like you are– shouldn’t even look at his scarred face.

“Oh Billy, how pathetic you are. You know the things you felt comfortable doing aren’t acceptable, don’t you? Is that why you’re crying?” It’s like he’s trying to grasp something that is meant to pull away from him because he doesn’t deserve it.

“Why don’t you do me a favor? Be a good boy and take what I give you, yeah? Enjoy the last time I’ll fuck you into oblivion.” Reality punches his face while he still hopes this is just a dream. A wet dream of his that makes him all brain dead for you, like you always do. It wouldn’t be the first time, and god he wishes he had the right to demand it not to be the last time as well.

The second your fresh breath fans against his neck his mind goes haywire. He would never get used to the way you make him feel, but now, now everything feels so blurred together. Billy sobs and cries and doesn’t stop while slowly remembering how it feels like to be aroused by you. It feels almost forbidden in this moment but you make it clear to him by showing him not only the bitterness in your eyes but also the lust that threatens to shimmer through. In this moment he’s a goner. You bend down unhurriedly and use your hand to lift your dress up to be able to straddle his lap in a sensual manner.

You’re the most inviting, intriguing, exciting, smart, interesting, appealing, desirable and erotic woman he’s ever met in his entire trauma-filled shithole of a life. And to this day he still wonders why the universe would ever bring you into hands. Well, he thought, that time was over now, fair enough.

“Are you gonna be good for me? Do you want me to touch you one last time?” It almost felt forbidden to feel so utterly turned on by you in this situation, but Billy couldn’t help it. You have that effect on him, always had. But you aren’t doing this for him, you’d allowed yourself to be selfish this once. So you had decided you needed this before never having it again, you could only guess how miserable your sex life would be after Russo.

Billy nods frantically, but isn’t able to stop his heaving chest because of the sobs that are rocking through his body, regardless of the lewdness the situation brought. To be honest here, he’d been sporting a boner since you’ve tied him to this chair.

“Use your words. Or I remove myself quicker than you can beg me for more.” You threatened and the coldness of your dark eyes meets the desperation in his. Renewed panic settles in his mind, quickly thinking of something to say.

“No! I mean- yes, I want this- you… I want you! So much it hurts, Y/n.” He fights against the ropes, wanting to finally touch you again. He hasn’t been allowed to for weeks. You always knew you would grant him every wish that fell from his lips once he made you his wife, but you still weren’t and you couldn’t stand him disrespecting you any longer. The last thing you would be for him was a woman with no self esteem and dominance to stand up for herself and he knew that very well, too.

You tut at him. “No saying my name, Billy. I don’t want to hear anything from this point on actually.” You began undoing his belt before unbuttoning his jeans with your tender fingers that he wishes were already up to squeeze his throat. “I won’t show mercy this time. I don’t care if you beg or cry or mewl. If it’s too much, you know your safe word. Other than that, I don’t want to hear a word from you, is that clear?” You’re done undressing him.

Billy nods, feeling you push your panties to the side before already brushing your entrance against his hard cock. He swallows a moan. Oh, there’s no mercy left in you, is there? The question is answered when he feels himself being pushed inside your warmth without warning. Your hands roam his chest before find his neck to roughly press on. You come closer and moan against his ear. Billy almost suffocates, the overwhelming feeling of your body pressed against him –while knowing he will never have that again– gets too much to bare and he begins to cry once again.

You set an unforgiving pace, rocking up and down relentlessly. It gives your satisfaction, knowing he can’t help but cry out for you because his biggest fear is about to come true. He will lose you. And you wish you didn’t care as much as you did but the silent tears falling down your cheeks betray you.

While feeling your high come closer any second it gets harder watching him go insane under you. Billy was the man you always hoped to marry and now, he was sitting here, at your mercy, breaking because he was so overwhelmed by everything you made him feel at once.

“Billy, it’s okay.” You hold onto his shoulders, finding a new sense of strength.

You chase your orgasm while hoping he will cum before you do, not granting him any other friction than this one. But you know it was gonna be enough when you hear his breath quickening, his dick twitching and his eyes glistening with tears, pleadingly looking up at you.

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“tales of bucky’s heart”

- sinful -

>> I told you guys it’s coming, so be aware; it’s suggestive and horny in the end

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„Bucky, you alright?“ His eyes didn’t budge, staying on who they were locked onto.

„Why don’t you just go there and show him she’s yours now?“ Natasha asked, finding it very entertaining how jealous Bucky got when he saw anyone flirt with you.

And now it wasn’t just anyone. He knew the guy. He never liked him, though. Because from the very beginning, it seemed like Gabriel had had an eye on his girlfriend.

Bucky puffed, slowly getting pissed. But not ever looking away from the two of you.

„He knows. He doesn’t care. And Y/n would be furious if I made a scene about it.“ He answered.

He saw your laughter. You were happy. He couldn’t find it in him to disturb this. Well, that was a lie. The truth was that if he would do or say anything to separate you from Gabriel, you were going to give Bucky hell for it. He’s done it before. And it wasn’t funny. For everyone else around maybe, but not for him. You were mad at him for days after. He had to practically beg you to look at him again and promise it wouldn’t happen again.

He wouldn’t risk it another time. Although it was hard, keeping his composure when Gabriel couldn’t seem to keep his hands to himself, feeling like your body was a good place to rest them. And good lord it was. Bucky understood you were irresistible. If he would begin to talk about how perfect you were, he would never stop.

So, he couldn’t really blame Gabriel for it. But still. His jaw clenched and his stomach twisted every time he touched what was his.

“Come on. I know she’s a fierce woman that doesn’t back down from punishing you. But look at it!” Nat sighed, throwing her hand in the air in frustration. She was feeling with him. “Bucky do something. Don’t be such a pussy. Gabriel should not touch her with his filthy hands. Think about what he’s done with them. Ew.” Oh Natasha knew how to push his buttons.

He eyes snapped to her.

“Don’t make me do it. She will kill me.” His gaze was almost pleading.

Nat rolled her eyes.

“Buck. Pick up your balls and just go and wrap your hands around her waist. You don’t have to spit in his face.”

He stood up. You were his girlfriend, he had a right to show his affection in public.

You were probably still gonna give him a lecture about it at home.

Bucky made his way towards you and Gabriel, putting on a tight smile. He wrapped his hands right around your waist, grabbing your hips with some gentle pressure, reminding you of his neediness.

As you looked up at him, he gave you a real smile. Bucky could never refuse his sweet girl’s doe eyes. They could melt him in seconds.

“Hey, baby. You enjoying yourselves?” He asked, avoiding to look at Gabriel.

“Yeah. Gabriel just told me about his first kiss. It’s hilarious.” You laughed and Gabriel joined you.

“Hey! Don’t expose me!” The big, handsome french guy pleased.

“Okay, okay. Sorry…” You laughed some more.

“Baby..?” Bucky whispered into your ear, squeezing you hips.

The way his breath tickled your skin and his hard and warm body was pressed against you made you shiver. But not in cold.

You turned your head slightly, replying; “What is it?”

“It’s late. I wanna go home.”

You groaned. You should’ve known.

“Okay, yeah. As you wish.” You sighed, giving in. More often than not he had you wrapped around his finger.

“Thank you, doll. Love you.” Bucky kissed your neck before letting you go.

You two said goodbye to everyone –Natasha throwing Bucky a knowing smirk– before you left the bar.

Bucky walked close beside you, laying one arm around your shoulders. “I hate how much control you have over me.” You shook your head, questioning yourself.

“No.” Bucky disagreed. “You love it.” He grinned.

You couldn’t help but join him. “You’re right. You make me sick and twisted.”

You continued your walk to your apartment, talking about if you were going to go right to sleep or eat something before.

“I could make you some waffles, baby. I’m craving them so much right now.” You whined.

Bucky came up behind you once again, his arms slinging around your waist and chest in a tight hug. He groaned into your warm skin in delight. “More than you crave me?” He kissed behind your ear.

You melted into his touch. Bucky knew just how to make you fold.

“No, never.” You denied, sins of pleasure filling your mind.

“You look so lovely in your little flower dress. It makes me wanna beg for you to let me fuck you against the kitchen counter.” His hands roamed your body, lifting your dress up in the process.

“You’re insatiable.” You giggled.

“I’m fucking horny, doll. I just wanna touch you everywhere right now.” One of his hands reached your butt.

“I thought you were tired. But you just wanted to get me home so you could do sinful things to me.” You concluded. Not that you wouldn’t like the idea.

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Relatable

Me: *Looks up sub character x dom reader*

Tumblr: *gives me dom character x sub reader*

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“tales of bucky’s heart”

- breathing -

“You don’t understand- I… I would do anything for you. And if it’s the last thing I do. Just forgive me, please?”

You shook your head, not wanting to believe this fairytale.

“Bucky- You didn’t even ask why. You don’t even know why I’m upset, do you?” I sigh.

The panic in his eyes told you to be gentle with him, although you were angry.

“I don’t- but does it matter? I just want you near me again- I can not breath properly, you will- you need to… forgive me.” The way he stumbles over his words made you feel uneasy. You didn’t like watching him suffer, even when deserves the pain you’re inflicting on his heart.

“You told Steve something different. You told him you want the opposite of me being near. Said I was too close!”

While Bucky’s heart hammered against his chest he gave you a puzzled look.

“I didn’t mean that, you know that. It was just… for a moment. I was just scared that I would scare you away somehow, if you came too close. But that’s not what I feel like anymore! I love you, so damn much. I wouldn’t even think about leaving, I could never leave you… Could you?” His eyes held so much emotion, it overwhelmed you.

“I will not leave you. But you can’t say stuff like that, Bucky. Do you know how awful it was to hear that out of my lovers mouth? To hear, he has enough of my affection?”

„I know. I can only imagine. It doesn’t matter anymore, doll. I need you to forgive me, come on. I love you.“ Bucky steps closer, slinging his hands firm around your waist.

„I’ll do whatever you want.“ His eyes are pleading.

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love-hatred-stuff · 7 months

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love-hatred-stuff · 7 months

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FRANK CASTLE manspread, manhandle, manslaughter

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“tales of bucky’s heart“

- close enough -

~(from this fic) my new series

~ enjoy! I hope you like it!

„She’s just- too much. I think. I don’t know! I don’t know why it’s bothering me all of the sudden, it never did before.“ Bucky’s distraught voice clung to the walls of your apartment kitchen. Steve trying to listen, instead of judging the way he was feeling right now.

Bucky knew Steve probably wasn’t the best person to tell this. Because Steve was like a brother to you. He was protective, because he loved you dearly. He would put you over everything if it came down to it, he always knew that. But Steve was the only one Bucky would be honest with in this situation. Although he would be the hardest on him.

„So you’re saying, she’s too clingy?“ Steve raised a brow at him, confused as to why he would feel this way towards you if you’ve been nothing but a understanding and loving girlfriend.

„No- yes. I’m not sure!“ Bucky wiped his face in frustration.

You clutched your chest, feeling your fast heartbeat and your quickening breath with it. Back pressed against the wall, which separated you from them.

„Tell her then. Be open with it. You know it’s best if you just communicate your feelings. She will understand and you two will figure this out. Just don’t expect me to pick sides here.“ Steve tells him honestly.

The air felt like the oxygen in it was slowly dwindling, because nothing reached your lungs. Causing you to find refuge in your bedroom across the hall, here you locked the door and fell into bed, ordering the tears to stay back. As your breathing calmed down, you fell asleep into a restless slumber.

The knocking on the door woke you. Wiping your eyes and starting to remember what had happened, you forced yourself to stand up and put on a tight lipped smile.

Bucky was already asking for you, concerned as to why you would lock the door, you never did that.

When you opened up, relieve washed over his face.

„Baby. What were you doing? Since when do we lock doors?” His calming eyes searched for yours and they almost drew you in like they always did, but you refused to believe that he was being genuine.

„I don’t even remember doing it, must’ve been reflex. Just fell asleep.” You lied, avoiding looking at him directly, because he could tell you weren’t telling the truth.

He hummed in response.

„Do you wanna watch a movie or something?” Bucky tried caressing your arm but you moved away.

A cold pain rushed through him. And panic immediately after.

„Baby, what’s wrong? Are you sure you’re okay? You can tell me everything. Even if it’s something I did. Let me help you, hm?“ All he ever wanted was to please you. And seeing you act so distant made his heart ache awfully.

„No, I just- Yeah, let’s watch a movie. Is Steve still here? Sorry if I missed saying goodbye.“ You gave him a cheeky smile. One that made it look like you weren’t having doubts about the person you loved more than life itself.

„That’s fine, doll.“ He gave you a gentle smile, trying to give you comfort without touching you again.

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Usually when you two watched tv just to relax and calm your minds a bit, you were always tangled up in each others arms, no matter the heat. You just wanted to be close.

But not today. And that got him feeling like someone was ripping at his chest without end. Bucky couldn’t concentrate on the movie that was playing, not in the slightest. Not while you sat there, on the other end of the couch, curled up in nothing but the blanket around your body. He never thought he would once desire to switch roles with a blanket.

He wasn’t the only one feeling upset, though. No one could guess what was going on inside your head. And you were internally beating yourself up over being so clingy and affectionate. You had thought he always liked the way you two warmed each others hearts as well as bodies.

James just hoped it would be a matter of just a few hours, that you didn’t want to be touched right now and that tomorrow everything would get back to normal.

Except it wasn’t going to be like that.

The morning after, nothing in your behavior had changed. In fact, you were trying even more to avoid him. Not granting him his usual sweet good morning kiss. Not letting him hug you from behind while you made coffee. You always found a way to snatch out of his grasp.

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When the evening came around and you just got home from your weekly meet with the Avengers, Bucky begin pleading with you. Asking why you were acting this cold towards him.

“I just don’t feel like touching at the moment. I’m not in the mood for it.“ You stated. You were lying and Bucky just wouldn’t believe this.

„But why? Did I do something that made you uncomfortable? I’m so sorry if I did and didn’t even notice! Please just tell me!“ He got closer but forced himself to keep the distance you so desperately wanted to have between you.

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»you, with me«

genre: angst to fluff, friends to lovers

warnings: bucky is a darling man

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»No no no.« You shake your head in disbelief, stepping a few steps back from him.

James had no idea what to do or say. Your reaction confusing him in every way.

»You can’t say that! Don’t lie to me!« Suddenly you were getting awfully defensive and loud, still shaking you head while trying to make it clear you weren’t ready for this type of confession.

Bucky sighs in hopelessness, slowly trying get rid of the distance that you created.

»I’m not lying! I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t mean it, Y/n. You listen to my lectures on the phone. You’ll tell me if I’m acting like a fool. You always help me when I’m down. I’m lucky you’ve been keeping me around. You’re my only compass, I might get lost without you.«

He’s close now. His eyes begging.

»Can’t help that I’m attracted to you. Could you keep on guiding me, please? Even if the earth starts shaking, even if the sky’s on fire, you’re the only thing I need, with me. I love you.«

Bucky is so close now. His eyes loving.

Loving the way yours look into his as you realize; the only way of ending this friendship is beginning a relationship.

You’ve always loved him. And you knew that too, but up until now you never felt ready to be loved by him. And you’re still scared. Scared this will end in loneliness and tears.

He’s holding your hands in his, treasuring the look you’re giving him right in this moment.

»I’m scared, Bucky.« You almost choke out, so quiet, he wouldn’t have heard you if it wasn’t for his extraordinary senses.

He holds you even closer against him. Laying one of his hands in the small of your back to keep you there forever.

»Me too. We can be scared together, can’t we? I promise I will give my everything to be able to make you happy. I will give you the world if it means I can keep you.«

You nod, giving him your big glowy eyes in response. You’ve always dreamed of being James Buchanan Barnes‘ lover.

»Can I kiss you now?« His gentle hand caresses your smooth cheek while he looks at your lips like they’re some delicious dessert. Well, they are.

You nod again.

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Yes, I know it’s short.

BUT

I wanted to ask if I should make this a series?

So you can either request things that i should write about everything involving their relationship and stuff, or I’ll think of something myself.

I’m turning 18 in a week, so besides angst and fluff you’ll be getting some more spice soon probably (if u want)

So I really really appreciate your thoughts and feedback

Love you all so much!!!

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