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punkyarabella · 23 days

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A wish come true

Summary: After a bad break up, you only need one thing, and a handsome stranger is willing to help.

Warnings: alcohol, dirty mouth, fingering

This is an 18+ blog, minors do not interact, you are responsible for the content you consume.

2000 words

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You dropped your purse loudly on the table, already groaning at your friend.

"I've had a bad week, I really need this drink," you sighed as you sat in front of Luisa, waving the bartender over.

"Only one?" She raised a brow. "I was planning on getting you hammered."

You laughed and ordered the drinks. The first sip of margarita made your shoulders relax, and you felt like you were finally able to breathe. Your boss had been pissing you off all week: he fired two of your co-workers, and gave all their work to you, not even asking, only assuming you were perfectly happy doing more work for the same pay. You barely had time for yourself, but it also meant you weren't at home, sitting in your feelings and drinking away the memories of your three-year relationship.

"When's the last time you've seen Brandon?" Luisa asks, her fingers playing with the straw in her third margarita. You glared at her, but she shrugged. "Just curious, sorry."

"He came by last Sunday to pick up his stuff," you dismissed the memory with a wave, but the sting in your chest was still there.

"Did you keep the TV?"

"Of course I kept the TV, I paid for it," you rolled your eyes. "He got the car though, I don't want it."

"Is that where...?" Luisa grimaced and you nodded.

Two weeks before you had found a used condom on the backseat of your shared car. You confronted your boyfriend about it, he first tried to lie, claiming one of his friends borrowed the car. Until you went through his phone and found the pictures.

Shaking your head to erase the thoughts, you waved at the waiter again, only for your eyes to meet some blue ones, already staring at you. Your heart jumped in your throat when you took all the man in: dark hair, trimmed beard, broad shoulders under a leather jacket, much older than you. He was sitting at the bar, talking with his friend, but his eyes were still on you. Only one side of his mouth lifted when you seemed to be able to breathe again.

"Oh my, who is that? Do you know him?" Luisa whispered next to you, taking your eyes off the handsome stranger.

You shook your head no, still feeling his eyes on you.

"Well, he seems to like you, go talk to him," she nudged your foot with her own but you shook your head again.

The waiter approached your table, setting the two drinks down, and you pulled out your wallet.

"It's already taken care of," the young man smiled, but you were just confused. You looked at Luisa, but she shook her head.

"What? By who?" You frowned.

The waiter pointed towards the bar, to the blue-eyed stranger still watching you.

"You need to get Brandon out of your head, he's a dickhead," Luisa mumbled from the stall next to yours.

"I know that, but I don't have any time to date, or even just to go out," you groaned, picking at some loose thread on your skirt.

You heard her flush and leave the stall, but you didn't hear the door to the bathroom opening at the same time, nor did you notice the fact that Luisa suddenly stopped talking.

"You know what I need? A booty call," you kept talking as you rearranged your clothes. "I don't need a man, I just need sex, good sex. Someone I can call late after work, no small talk, no feelings, just sex."

You stepped out of the stall, to find yourself facing the back of a leather jacket. The handsome stranger was in the bathroom, washing his hands. Luisa stood next to the sinks, she looked guilty but nonetheless excited about this turn of events.

That was when the stranger looked at you through the mirror, "I volunteer."

Luisa didn't need to be asked to leave, she immediately ducked out of the bathroom, and you knew she would be guarding the door on the other side.

"You weren't supposed to hear that," the blood rushed to your cheeks.

"But I did," he turned around, allowing his eyes to roam your body head to toes. You should have felt creeped out but those few seconds sent chills all over your body. You convinced yourself it was the four margaritas. "I think I can help you get what you're looking for."

You scoffed, "Awfully cocky of you."

He chuckled at that, exposing the vein running down his neck, and your knees wobbled. "I could offer you a free sample," his eyes fell on you again and you wondered if the lights suddenly dimmed. The bright blue that pulled you in from across the room was now a stormy night, and you struggled to catch your breath.

"A free sample?"

The air felt heavier as soon as he took a step toward you. He easily cornered you against the wall, his broad frame separating you from the rest of the world. You could barely hear the other patrons' laughter over the beating of your heart. His height forced you to crane your neck back to meet his eyes, his mouth hovering so close you couldn't help but wonder if he could smell the two tequila shots on your breath.

"One kiss," he smirked, searching your eyes for consent.

Was it his pleading eyes? Or maybe his breathy voice, as if your lips contained the last of the oxygen in the room and he was choking. Your hands swiftly found the collar of his shirt and pulled him down, effectively closing the gap between your lips. He was quick to react, as his hands circled your face, settling on your neck to tilt your head, deepening the kiss.

You had never been kissed like that. Definitely not by Brandon. A moan slipped past your lips into his mouth as he pushed his thick thigh between your legs, bunching up your skirt and pushing you up against the wall. Your hips started grinding by reflex, your head falling back against the wall with a thump.

A whine escaped your lips when he applied more pressure with his thigh, you could already feel the coil tightening in your stomach. You caught a glimpse of the bathroom behind the handsome stranger now assaulting your neck, his hands bruising your hips.

"You said one kiss," you managed to breathe out.

He lifted his face from your neck, and for a second you were distracted by his hooded eyes and flushed lips. Was he even real? He felt like a wish come true. But that voice in your head kept telling you that this wasn't you. You were with Brandon for three years, and he was your first. You were always too focused on school and work to even meet someone. You were not the type of woman to meet random men in bars and bring them home.

"Do you want me to stop, gorgeous?"

Oh that wasn't fair. That word sent a wave of lava through your chest right down to your vagina. Maybe meeting a handsome stranger in the bathroom of a bar was exactly what you needed to move on.

"Fuck no," you shook your head as you pulled him in for another kiss, his lips crashing against yours with a chuckle.

His hands found the back of your thighs and lifted you up, wrapping your legs around his waist. Your stimulated core hit his hard length, and you couldn't help but whine at the feel of his size. Using his shoulder and not once letting go of your lips, he pushed open one of the stalls, and carried you inside. You scrambled blindly to turn the lock as he pushed you against the wall once more, freeing his right hand.

You were already a panting mess, but when you felt his rough fingers push your underwear to the side, you choked at the feeling of the cold air on your very hot and very wet core. He broke the kiss to look down, and you should have felt vulnerable, exposed this way. But his fingers moved between your folds, and came out glistening under the bathroom light, and the growl rising from the back of his throat was enough to throw your insecurities out the window.

"Fuck, look at that," his voice was so low, your pussy had to clench around nothing to relieve some of the agony. "All that for me?" he smirked, his eyes now boring into yours, and you seemed to have lost the ability to speak, only able to nod. But he wasn't having it. His thumb pressed harshly on your clit, and you let out a cry. "Use your words, gorgeous."

"Holy shit, yes," you breathed out, still very aware that you were in a public bathroom, with loads of people right outside the door.

"That's better," he smirked, his lips capturing yours again in a bruising kiss, just as two of his fingers plunged deep into you.

You gasped for air as little stars started to crowd your vision. Fuck, that was exactly what you needed. And that dirty mouth of his was a nice bonus.

"Jesus, you're fuckin' tight," the stranger groaned, his painful erection pressed against your thigh. "Have you ever been touched properly before, gorgeous?"

You couldn't even think to answer, your brain had turned to white noise when his fingers started pumping slowly into you. Your head lolled against his shoulder, your fingers knotted in his hair. You thought you would have been ashamed of the noises he drew from your mouth, but you couldn't be bothered to care. His fingers felt like heaven and you were hell-bent on climbing that stairway.

He quickly found that spot that made your eyes cross. You didn't even know it was there. Brandon certainly didn't even know it existed. But he found it.

"Holy shit, don't stop," you gasped as your hips started to grind on his hand.

"I'm not gonna stop, gorgeous," his lips curled up as he watched you intently, searching for the signs of your incoming and earth-shattering orgasm. "I want you to cum for me."

His thumb circled your clit with ease, and that was all you needed to jump over the edge. You had to sink your teeth into his hard shoulder to muffle your cries. But he wasn't having it. Pushing you against the wall with his hips, he used his other hand to pull your hair, while the right one was still fucking you harshly.

"Look at me when you come, gorgeous," he growled, and it sent another wave of tingles through your body. His thumb was still circling your sensitive bud, drawing out your orgasm.

"Fuck-" you panted as another wave of shivers ran over you.

Finally, you relaxed in his arms, and he let go of your hair. You took a second or two to catch your breath, before he carefully lowered you to the ground. Your knees wobbled so you had to hold onto the wall, and the stranger chuckled at that, obviously proud of himself.

"So, what's your answer?" He raised a brow, as if he could become any more handsome.

"My what?" You blinked, absolutely disoriented by the mind-blowing orgasm, and he laughed again. Goddammit, how were you still wet?

"About our deal," he helped you readjust your dress, looking at you through his eyelashes. "More of this, no names, no jobs, nothing. Just this."

His hands found your face again, as he pulled you in for another kiss. This one was softer, he took his time to savor it, full of promises. When he let go, you were panting again, your cheeks flushed. Since when did you turn stupid in front of a guy?

"Give me your number," you breathed out. "I'll think about it."

"Are you gonna make me beg for it, gorgeous?" His brow rose, his lips biting back a smile, and you almost said yes to the deal there and then.

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #fanfic #smut #fingering #booty call #bar bathroom #hot #stranger #bathroom sex #bucky's hands #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky x reader

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punkyarabella · 23 days

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The Line

Summary: You claim that you like being scared, Bucky obliges.

Warnings: spooky, steamy but no smut

1400 words

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You are sitting on the couch, facing the TV when Bucky steps into the common room. You jump and turn to look at him, a hand on your heart and your eyes wild.

"Jesus, you scared the crap out of me!" You chuckle breathlessly, and he can hear your heart pounding from across the room.

He glances at the screen in front of you, where a man is getting chased by a shadow in the woods, ominous music blaring through the speakers.

"You're the one watching scary movies in the middle of the night," Bucky tilts his head, "again. No wonder you can't sleep."

It's the fourth time this month that he caught you in this situation. Always late at night, alone, watching some gory movie, with your heart pounding and your breathing loud. It's on the second night that he noticed how much he liked the sight.

"I like being spooked," you shrug, smiling at him over the back of the couch, "it's just a movie, I'm not in actual danger."

Bucky chuckles at that, wondering if he could make you feel that way. It's a twisted thought, but it makes his body buzz with anticipation.

Two days later, Bucky watches you disappear behind the tree line, and he slides the hood of his black sweatshirt over his head. Following close behind, he moves like a cat around the trees, biding his time. He has been trained for this, he knows how to not be noticed. But he wants you scared, he wants to make your heart race, to make you feel the same way as those movies do. So he steps on a twig.

Your head snaps in his direction, but he's well hidden, and he watches you scan your surrounding. After a second or two, you keep moving, probably thinking it was an animal. So he gets closer to you, and ruffles some leaves from a bush. You stop again, this time stepping closer. He stays hidden, and he can feel his stomach twisting from the adrenaline.

The Winter Soldier had to do this a lot. Stalk an unsuspecting person, not making his presence known until the final moment, when he would be ready to strike. But the Winter Soldier never felt a thing.

Now, he can hear his heart beat speed up, much like yours is surely doing too. Your eyes grow worried as you keep checking over your shoulder, and each time you do, the pit in his stomach grows as he dives behind a tree to hide.

You keep walking though, further and further away from the safe compound, and he can't help but chuckle at your lack of survival skills. You're an easy prey. You unknowingly give him many opportunities to pounce, but he takes his time. He doesn't want you to be worried, he wants the adrenaline to rush through your veins, and he wants you to be afraid for your life. Another snapped twig, heavy footsteps here and there and he can almost see your chest heave as the panic rises.

Bucky eventually decides to step it up. He lets you take a bit more distance, before standing right in the middle of the path you just took, his hood pulled low over his face, hands buried in his pockets. This time, he doesn't have to make a noise for you to look back in his direction.

Your eyes grow wide as you spot the threatening silhouette behind you, and a smirk grows on his lips. Why does he like it so much? You are his friend, and he is enjoying the look of panic on your face. He can guess how tight your muscles are, as you stand still for a second, paralyzed by fear.

Then you take off running in the opposite direction. He is still smiling as he chases after you, quickly catching up. You check behind you and as you see him get closer, you let out a yelp that goes straight into his pants. His brow furrows for a second, but he doesn't stop running. That's a new sensation, and he is willing to go with it. It seems that he likes to scare you just as much as you like to be scared.

He knows that right now, you are actually scared. This is not the same thing as watching a serial killer through a screen, from the comfort of a soft couch. You are actually running for your life, chased by a stranger through the woods. But as soon as Bucky lets you know that it's only him - although still a serial killer technically, you will be fine. Maybe you will be mad at him for a few moments, but you are not in actual danger.

He can hear your breathing getting louder above the sound of your feet on the forest floor, so he stops and hides behind a tree again. After a few seconds, you check above your shoulder and stops to a halt when you can't see anyone behind you anymore. He watches you spin on yourself, trying to spot anything through the thick foliage, as your chest rises with each ragged breath, your eyes wild and some hair stuck to your face with sweat.

Stepping through the bushes and around the trees, like he is part of the forest itself, Bucky makes his way around you without a single noise. When you spin around again, he is suddenly standing right here, mere inches from your face, his own still hidden by his hood. You let out a blood-curdling scream, but Bucky quickly presses his vibranium hand on your mouth, pushing you against the trunk of the closest tree.

His body molds into yours, and he can feel your heart threatening to rip through your ribcage, just as much as he can feel his hard length pushing against your thigh. Your hands hit his shoulders, trying to push him away unsuccessfully. Your eyes fall on the metal pressed against your lips and now you look angry, although your body relaxes in his arms. He grins and frees your mouth.

"Bucky?!" You pant, landing another hit on his left shoulder.

"Hi," he chuckles, pulling the hood of his sweatshirt off his hair.

"What is wrong with you?!" You yell, writhing against his hands, but his hold gets tighter, keeping you trapped between his hard body and the tree. "I thought I was about to die!"

"I'm sorry," that's a lie, "you said you liked being scared. I thought I'd check if you really meant it," he shrugs, a shit-eating grin still stuck to his face.

"Fuck," you breathe out, letting your head hit the rough bark, as your chest keeps heaving to help you calm down. You shift against him, and a spark flashes in your eyes, the hint of a smirk gracing your lips. "Seems like you liked scaring me."

His smile drops and the air suddenly feels heavier around Bucky, as he lets his eyes roam your exposed neck, glistening with sweat, down to your breasts pressing against his chest with each breath. He can actually see your heart still pounding. His own rush of adrenaline is still running through his veins, and he should definitely step away from you, before stepping over the line.

But your hands are now fisting his black hoodie on his shoulders, keeping him in place against you as you try to ground yourself and get a hold of your breathing. That is when the smell hits him. Among the salty notes of your sweat and your flowery shampoo, he finds something sweeter, even more you. You don't simply like being scared, it turns you on.

"What are you going to do now that you've caught me?" You bite your bottom lip and his eyes found yours, a lot darker that they were a second ago.

She's your friend, she's your friend, she's your friend... The voice keeps chanting in his head, but it gets quieter and quieter. It's silenced completely when you grind your hips against his. Fuck the line, jump over it.

Bucky glances at your lips and it's your only warning before he kisses you.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x you #fanfic #scary #scary movies #chased #woods #dark #hot #winter soldier

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punkyarabella · 4 months

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You Little Minx (part two)

Summary: Mischievous (adj.): causing or showing a fondness for causing trouble in a playful way.

Warnings: obscenities

470 words

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Bucky frowns at the frenetic knocking on his bedroom door. He is less surprised by the mischevious grin on your face when he opens the door. He's getting used to it.

"What's going on?" He has no idea about what you have planned, but he is already smiling about it.

"I found a bunch of chalk when I went grocery shopping with Natasha," you explain, your smile never faltering. As a proof, you pull out the colorful little box you were hiding behind your back. "I thought maybe you'd want to draw too?"

He squints at you. That's too tame, there has to be a twist.

"I was thinking of drawing something obscene on the parking lot ground, right outside Sam's window," you admit, your teeth biting into your bottom lip.

"There it is," he lets out a chuckle. "I'm in."

You cheer and he picks up his jacket, a small smile still stuck to his lips. He follows you outside, and you both sit on the cold asphalt. The air is nippy and smells humid, but you seem to be on a mission. Exchanging the different colors between you two, you draw a bunch of penises, some colorful insults, and Bucky signs the bottom with a "you're a bitch, Wilson".

You lean back on your knees, chuckling at the Falcon wings you just added to one of the penises. Bucky stands up, happy with his own work. Taking your hand, he pulls you up, just as a window opens two floors above you.

"You're children, guys," Sam shouts.

"You like it?" You yell with a smile.

"It's beautiful," he shrugs, "except for the parts that Barnes drew."

"Hey, fuck you," Bucky frowns.

"Anyway, it's gonna rain, so it won't stay long," Sam adds as he closes the window.

Right on cue, a drop lands on Bucky's forehead. He glances at you, but you are still smiling. You turned from the building to look at your artwork. More drops start to fall, and the colors mix in the little puddles.

"You knew it was going to rain?" he raises an eyebrow.

You glance at him and nod, "It's really pretty when the rain washes the colors away."

Bucky struggles to tear his eyes away from you, to look at the ground again. The chalk creates swirls of colors, turning the penises into shapeless blobs of rainbow. You keep watching, standing in the rain, until most of the colors are either gone or turned to brown.

"Let's get inside, you're gonna get soaked," he chuckles at the wet strands of hair falling in front of your face.

"I'm already soaked," you laugh, but follow him towards the door. "I've got some confetti to put inside the air vents of Tony's new car. Wanna help me?"

How could he say no to that?

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #fluff #soft bucky barnes #cute #chalk art #sam wilson #pranks #fanfic #fanfiction #part two #funny

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punkyarabella · 4 months

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You Little Minx (part one)

Summary: Mischievous (adj.): causing or showing a fondness for causing trouble in a playful way.

Warnings: half-naked Sam I guess?

865 words

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It is a quiet day at the compound. Most of the team is either gone on a mission, or went home for the weekend. This kind of day is the only time where Bucky feels comfortable roaming the place. He doesn't have anything planned for the day, except getting a hot cup of coffee and finishing his novel.

After a few hours of peaceful reading in the living room, floating deep in his own bubble, Bucky puts his coffee mug in the sink, before turning to leave the kitchen of the tenth floor. As he walks by the fridge, he notices someone pushed against the side, trying to shrink against the wall. Turning his head, his eyes find yours, and he immediately recognizes the look of mischief in them.

"What are you-," you do not give him the time to finish his question before grasping the front of his shirt, and pulling him in your hiding spot.

Bucky's breath catches in his throat as you push him against the wall, pressing your body into his to make you both invisible behind the large refrigerator. The sweet smell of your shampoo tickles his nose, sending a jolt of electricity through his spine. He tries very hard not to look at your breasts pushed against his chest, or your lower lip stuck in your teeth as you try to stifle your laughter. Your small hand on his right shoulder is searing through his light shirt.

"What did you do?" Bucky narrows his eyes at you, accustomed to your antics by now.

You are fairly new to the team, and you quickly figured out that pranks are a good way to get to know everyone. Whether they are participating or simply watching it unfold, your harmless practical jokes usually put a smile on everybody's face. Especially his. To his eyes, you are a ray of sunshine bursting through everyone's life, a nice break from the horror and hardship the team deals with on a daily basis. However, Bucky was not prepared for the way your smile and laughter affect him, quickly becoming the nicest parts of his days.

"Shh, not so loud," you chuckle, and Bucky has to close his eyes at the way your breasts bounce against him. "Sam is currently taking a shower in the gym, so I took his clothes," you lift your left hand, holding up a bunch of clothes, as if to prove your point.

"And now you're hiding behind the fridge?" he raises an eyebrow, not impressed with your choice of hiding spot, especially since the Avengers compound is probably the largest building he has ever been in, full of nooks and crannies for someone to hide.

"Are you going to snitch on me, Barnes?" you raise an eyebrow back, defiant, and he shakes his head with the tiniest smile. "Good. Now, do you happen to have a knife on you?"

Bucky rolls his eyes, but you are grinning. Of course he has a knife on him. Three actually: one in each shoe, and the last one in his pants pocket.

"You gonna cut 'em up?" he nods at the clothes in your hand.

You are about to answer that, yes, you were planning on cutting a penis-shaped hole in the shirt, but the door to the elevator lobby slams open. Bucky can't hold his groan when you press yourself even closer to him, your whole body moulding his, but you're too busy holding back your laughter to hear it, or to notice his heart pounding against you. But you do notice when his hands find your hips to pull you even closer, as an effort to better hide, of course, nothing else. Sam yells your name through the huge kitchen, cursing repeatedly as he looks for you. Bucky is surprised that your hiding spot actually works.

But then you look up at him and his train of thought stops in its tracks. Through your eyelashes, he can still see that spark in your eyes, the one that could make any bad idea sound appealing, and your smile is devilish. You are only inches away from his face, so when you bring your index finger to your lips to tell him to keep quiet, Bucky can't help but stare, and wonder how they would feel against his. You're so close, he would only have to bend his neck a little and he would be kissing you-

"Ah!" Both of you jump when Sam exclaims, "I can see your hair! Give me my clothes back, woman!"

"See you later, Buck," you laugh and bolt in the opposite direction of Sam's voice.

You go through the stairwell access door, and a second later, a very angry and naked Sam follows you, holding a towel around his waist to maintain the small shred of dignity he has left.

Bucky is still against the wall, his heart pounding. He can't shake the smell of your hair from his nose, or the warm feeling of your body against his. He lets his head fall back against the plain white wall, and takes a deep breath to ground himself again, before letting out the softest chuckle.

Part two

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #fluff #soft bucky barnes #fanfic #pining #sunshine reader #pranks #sam wilson #funny #part one

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punkyarabella · 4 months

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His Shirt

Summary: Bucky comes to your rescue in the middle of the night.

Warnings: none

490 words

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You

are you awake?

Bucky

yes

You

I need help don't make fun of me

Bucky

I won't what's wrong?

You

I'm in the gym showers, my shirt fell on the floor and it's all wet now can you bring me another one?

Bucky

on my way

A small smile on his lips, Bucky gets out of bed and puts some sweatpants on. He picks a shirt from his dresser and leaves the room.

"Kiddo?" he asks when he enters the showers room.

"I'm in here," your small hand appear above one of the cabins door, and he can see your naked feet on the ground.

He steps closer and gives you the shirt over the door.

"Thank you so much, Bucky," you chuckle. "I'm so clumsy."

Bucky smiles, the sound of your laughter floating in his head, and waits, leaned against the sink in front of your door, while you put on his shirt. When you eventually step out, he can't help his eyes from roaming over your small figure, his shirt covering almost completely the shorts you are wearing underneath, leaving your legs bare.

"I hope I didn't wake you up," you bite your lip, playing with the hem of his red shirt.

"It's okay, I couldn't sleep anyway," Bucky shrugs. But even if you did wake him up, he wouldn't hold it against you. He is simply glad that you trust him enough to call him for help. "What are you doing in the gym at this hour?"

"Couldn't sleep either."

He nods without a word, but breathes out a chuckle when you raise your wet shirt between two fingers. You twist it with a sigh to drain out the water, before taking the rest of your stuff and leaving the room. Bucky follows you to the elevator and presses the button for the floor you both share, along with Natasha, Steve and Sam.

During the short descent, the silence is thick. Bucky has to physically stop himself from staring at your legs again, while you struggle to not wet the carpeted floor with your shirt. Once you reach your bedroom, Bucky waits for you to open the door.

"Give me a second to change and I'll give you your shirt back," you hurry, but he dismisses it with his hand raised.

"Keep it," he smiles softly as he lets his eyes roam your body once again. "I have plenty of shirts, and it looks better on you, anyway."

"Thank you," you give him a bashful smile, and your cheeks turn pink.

His heart stutters for a second, because of how adorable you look in his shirt, because of how sweet you smell. He'd give everything to see you again in his shirt, and nothing else, every single night.

"Anytime," he breathes out once the oxygen manages to reach his brain. "Good night, kiddo."

"Good night, Bucky," you smile again and close the door behind you.

#soft bucky barnes #fluff #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes #clumsy #fluffy #cute #short #bucky's shirt #mutual pining #love

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punkyarabella · 10 months

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Simple Enough

Summary: You've been single for too long so your best friend forces you to attend a cooking class. But you're not the only one here against your will.

Warnings: none, only fluff

1400+ words

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You sighed as you looked up at the bright sign on the front of the building, advertising the cooking classes your best friend made you sign up for. Leah was concerned, you had been single for more than a year now, and showed no interest in joining the dating scene. She figured a cooking class would be a good start to meet some people.

Leah swore up and down that she would come with you, but of course, you had been waiting for ten minutes, and still no sign of the traitor.

You

You're not coming are you?

Leah

Sorry, have fun 💋

You

🖕

Huffing, you put your phone back in your purse, and glanced at the doors again, the nerves twisting in your stomach.

On your right, a car slowed down to let out a passenger.

"I hate you, you know that, right?" The man on the sidewalk grunted through the open window.

"I promise you'll love me!" The driver laughed, before leaving.

The man turned to look at the building, and at you. Because you were still staring. He seemed huge compared to the small car he just stepped out of, his large shoulders clad in leather, just like his hands, dark eyebrows furrowed over slightly confused blue eyes.

"Hi," you smiled awkwardly. "Here against your will too?"

"Uh, yeah," he nodded, glancing at the doors, "something like that."

Although uncomfortable, he seemed nice.

"My friend ditched me, wanna team up?" you offered.

He eyed you up and down, and shrugged, "sure."

You smiled again and he liked that. You seemed inviting, warm and safe compared to everything he had known until now.

"I'm Bucky," he stepped closer, offering you a gloved hand.

You shook it enthusiastically and gave him your name. Bucky repeated it once, testing the words on his tongue.

"Alright, ready?" you raised an eyebrow, a hand hovering above the door handle. He only nodded.

Inside, a few other people were gathering in pairs around tables covered with ingredients and tools, and you quickly realized they were mostly couples. Did you just invite a stranger to a first date? You cringed inside, but you had to admit that this stranger was quite easy on the eyes. You followed Bucky to a table and dropped your purse and jacket next to it. Bucky shed his too, revealing a long-sleeved shirt, but he kept his gloves.

"Are you cold?" you nodded at the leather.

He looked away, "no."

Alright then. The teacher showed up and started the class. The recipe of the day was fried chicken with a side of vegetables. Simple enough, you thought. The first step, chopping the vegetables. You turned toward Bucky.

"Are you good with knives, Bucky?" you raised an eyebrow, it seemed to be a quirk of yours.

He liked how his name sounded on your lips, soft and harmless.

"Yeah, I guess," he seemed even more uncomfortable somehow.

"Great, I don't like 'em, almost chopped off a finger trying to slice a potato the other day," you scoffed, and the corners of Bucky's lips curved up quickly but you didn't miss it.

"I'll handle the knife, then," he answered and you smiled.

You washed the vegetables before handing them to him. He took the knife in his right hand and started to cut. You were mesmerized. The speed, the precision, the agility.

"Wow, you're good good," you chuckled and he felt a nice warmth in his chest. It'd been a long time since he had impressed a pretty lady. "Where the hell did you learn that?"

"Um," the blade slowed down, "I was in the army."

That was the answer the therapist suggested when he told her how uncomfortable he'd get at this kind of question. You seemed satisfied with it and turned to get the spices.

"Alright, now we need to start the fryer," you plugged in the machine.

"That thing?" he looked suspicious of it.

"Yeah, for the chicken." You pushed a few buttons and Bucky kept staring at the machine. "You don't like robots?"

He looked at you, and shook his head, "never used 'em."

You frowned at that, most people had at least used an electric whisk or a mixer, and the army definitely used robots now. He wished the ground swallowed him. Now you would think about how weird he was.

"Okay," you shrugged, with a warm smile, "you handle the knives and I handle the robot."

Bucky let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding. You turned on the fryer, announcing what each button pressed was for, and Bucky smiled softly as he watched above your shoulder. The sweet smell of your perfume eased his nerves.

Following the teacher's instructions, you fried the chicken while Bucky took care of the vegetables. You two worked well together, chatting about random stuff while maneuvering around the table, blissfully ignoring the dozen people surrounding you. You even got three small chuckles out of Bucky, and it was the most delightful thing you heard in a while.

"Ouch," you hissed, stepping away from the fryer.

In a second, Bucky was next to you. "What did you do?"

"Some oil got on my hand, it's alright," you showed him your slightly red skin and he had to stop himself from reaching out and touching it.

"Let me do it, peaches. I just take the handle and pull it out right?"

You could only stare at him, an eyebrow raised, always the left one.

"Peaches?" you grinned, and your stomach tied in a knot when he immediately blushed.

"Sorry, um, your perfume smell like peaches," Bucky looked anywhere else but your face. "I like peaches."

"Oh," and now you were blushing too.

Alright, you had to admit Leah was right about this cooking class. But you'd never say that to her face.

"So, the handle?" Bucky glanced at you.

"Oh, yeah, just take it out and put it there," you shook your head and he nodded.

And that's when shit hit the fan. Bucky stepped closer to the fryer, but you forgot to warn him about the short cable hanging in the air, and he stepped on it, unplugging it in the process. You barely registered what happened that Bucky had already stopped the machine from tumbling over, spilling boiling oil on his left hand.

"Oh my God, your hand!" you yelped, catching everyone's attention.

"What's going on?" The teacher approached your table.

"Nothing, the robot almost fell over and I just got a few drops on my hand," Bucky wished for this moment to be over, his left hand clutched behind his back.

"What? No! You've got at least third-degree burns!" You frowned.

"I'll put some water on it," he offered, just so you'd stop worrying and talking about his hand.

But you followed him to the bathroom. You felt guilty, if you hadn't burned yourself, he wouldn't have needed to step in, literally.

"Are you sure, Bucky? You got a lot of oil on there!"

"Yes, don't worry, peaches." He tried to turn his back to you while standing over the sink, but you needed to make sure he was okay so you stood right next to the small sink.

"The leather will melt into your skin!"

"I, uh-" Bucky glanced at you and realized you were not backing down anytime soon. "I don't have skin." His eyes screwed shut at that.

You blinked. It took you a second but you remembered. He told you he had been in the army.

"It's a prosthetic," your voice was soft, your eyebrow raised.

"Yeah," he bit his lip, finally looking into your eyes again.

"Did the oil damage it?"

Bucky laughed at that and you frowned.

"No, the oil did not damage it," he looked slightly more comfortable now.

"Is it just the hand?"

"The whole arm and shoulder," he shrugged it.

"Wow," you glanced at it but went right back to the blue of his eyes. "In the army?"

"Uh, yeah," he picked at the little melted pieces of leather now poking out of his glove.

You took a second to look at his face, and you noticed the small scars, the lines dug by years of battle, and the tired eyes.

"Alright. You wanna get back in there?"

"I'd rather not," Bucky breathed out, and you nodded.

"Coffee?"

He looked at you, the hint of a smile in his eyes. You were not freaked out, you were not running for the hills. And for God's sake, you were gorgeous.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #fluff #bucky barnes #soft bucky barnes #meet cute #cooking together #bucky's vibranium hand #cute

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Two Doors Down

Summary: You're sick and Bucky reveals to you that he knows a little too much about your "me-time" routine.

Warnings: talking about female masturbation

1,151 words

Note: So, I wrote this with a smutty part 2 in mind, I just need to actually write it and then I'll add it ;)

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You took a deep breath as you stared into your own eyes through the mirror. Glancing at the clock on your phone, you noticed you were late. Bucky Barnes would be knocking on your door in five minutes, and you were still dressed in nothing but your underwear. Your stomach was in knots and your cheeks felt slightly hot.

Mere seconds later, you heard the knock and your head snapped toward it. Oh no. Hurriedly, you wrapped a towel around yourself and scurried to the door. Your hand hovering above the doorknob, you took a second to breathe and control your emotions.

"You're early," you frowned as you open the door.

"You're naked," Bucky answered, slightly confused.

"I just came out of the shower," you rolled your eyes. "Alright, here are the documents Wilson left for-", he grabbed your wrist as you were about to turn away from the door, "what?"

Bucky looked into your eyes, before using his right hand to make you tilt your head up.

"What is wrong with you?" he frowned.

"Again, what?" you blinked.

"You're sick," he put his right hand on your forehead, "you're burning up."

"No, I'm not, I was just in the sh-", Bucky replaced his right hand with the cold vibranium one, effectively shutting you up and making you notice that, in fact, yes, you were burning up. And what you confused for dread in your stomach, caused by the thought that Dickface Barnes would be showing up at your door at any moment, was actually the sandwich you ate at lunch, waiting for its comeback.

"You need to put some clothes on, sweetheart," he abruptly took back his hand and pushed past you to get into the room.

You blinked again at the sudden intrusion, but mostly at the new nickname. You had never heard him call you anything else than your last name, or maybe a colorful insult.

Bucky openned the first drawer of your dresser, and you were pulled back to reality.

"Don't go through my stuff!"

"Where are your shirts?" he ignored you completely, searching through the piles of fabric. He openned the second drawer and your stomach dropped.

"Barnes, can you fucking not?" you whined, trying to close the drawer. "What if I have sex toys in there?"

He glanced at you, and chuckled dryly.

"They're in the bottom drawer," he shook his head.

You could only open your mouth. You were suddenly pissed off, embarrassed, and about to throw up, all at once. Bucky took the opportunity to shove a few clothes into your face.

"Get dressed."

"How the fuck do you know that?" You were finally able to speak. "If you went through my room, I'll murder your ass."

"You know I'll kill you first," he scoffed as he walked to the bathroom, inspecting the cupboards for any medicine.

"Stop snooping!" you slapped his arm. "Answer me."

He sighed and stood up straight, facing you. "My room is two doors down the hallway."

"So what?" you frowned.

"I have enhanced hearing and the rooms between us are unoccupied. So I can hear when you open that drawer, because it doesn't make the same sound as the others, and it's typically followed by low vibrations and-," his eyes darted over your face, and he wasn't sure if you were red because of what he was saying or because of the fever, "- you, sweetheart, I can hear you moan and sigh."

Bucky licked his lips and you were suddenly confused if you were supposed to kiss him or punch him. Maybe if you kissed him, he'd get sick too, that was a bonus.

"But um," he glanced at your lips and lower, to the towel held tight around your body, "if you ever want the real thing, I'm two doors down."

You blinked but he didn't give you a chance to answer, because he walked out of the bathroom and closed the door behind him.

"Get dressed, then go to bed," Bucky insisted through the wood and you rolled your eyes.

You took a minute to register what happened, as you stared at the clothes in your hand. Bucky picked your favorite sweatpants and shirt. You scoffed and put them on, trying to suppress the nausea in your chest, and the heat between your thighs.

You were surprised when you stepped out of the bathroom and Bucky was still in your room.

"You're still here," you commented, an eyebrow raised.

"I found those and I want to make sure you take 'em," he waved a couple of boxes of medicine at you.

"I think you're the one who's sick," you frowned.

He rolled his eyes and pulled out a few pills. Holding his hand out, he stepped closer to you. You eyed the three pills suspiciously.

"Are you trying to poison me?" You looked up at him.

"No, Jesus," he chuckled and your heart skipped a beat. You had never seen Bucky Barnes smile before, and it was quite something. "Come on, sweetheart, take 'em and I'll leave."

Maybe you didn't want him to leave anymore. But you took the pills from his hand, trying and failing to ignore how huge it looked next to yours. You got the bottle of water on your nightstand and swallowed them.

"Alright, now get in the bed," Bucky nodded towards the pillows, and you wondered if you felt dizzy because of what seemed to be stomach flu, or because of his words and the way they rolled off his tongue so nicely.

"Are you gonna tuck me in, Sergeant?" you raised an eyebrow.

Bucky rolled his eyes, suddenly feeling very uncomfortable in his pants, but you eventually caved. Pushing the blanket with a scoff, you got under it.

"I'm not even tired," you crossed your arms on your chest.

"I don't care, watch a movie or something," Bucky shrugged. "Just stay in bed."

"Fine, why are you still here?" you eyed him up and down, pretending that the sight of him in your bedroom, wearing this tight black shirt, was bothering you.

"Alright," he turned around and headed for the door.

"Bucky, wait," you sat up and he faced you again, but you couldn't seem to find the words. "What is wrong with you?"

"Nothing's wrong with me, you're the one who's sick," he frowned.

"No, I mean- You sort of took care of me. In a mean and weirdly hot way," you shook your head but he let out a laugh that made your stomach twist and you made a mental note to get a bucket from the bathroom as soon as he would leave, just in case. "Why would you do that? You don't like me."

Bucky shrugged, "I need you in good shape to beat you fair and square at our next practice session together."

You chuckled and he smiled.

"Alright. Good night, Bucky."

"Good night, sweetheart."

Bucky took the documents sitting on your dresser and gave you one last half-smile before closing the door behind him. You sat in silence for a second, going over everything in your head until your eyes fell on the bottom drawer of your dresser.

#Bucky Barnes #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky barnes x reader #masturbation #smut #sick #enemies to lovers

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Masterlist

Welcome to my masterlist!

I write mostly about Bucky Barnes for now, but you never know ;)

You can also find me on AO3 here!

I never use "Y/N", only petnames, and the reader is never described, other than being female and smaller than Bucky.

Smutty works will be marked with an asterisk ⁕ This is a 18+ blog, minors do not interact, you are responsible for the content you consume.

English is not my first language, so if anything sounds wrong to you, please let me know!

Enjoy <3

"You make the bad thoughts go away"

Bucky knocks at your door, drunk after a boys night.

Seven Minutes in Hell

What happens when the team forces you to play Seven Minutes in Heaven with Bucky, your sworn enemy?

Two Doors Down

You're sick and Bucky reveals to you that he knows a little too much about your "me-time" routine.

Simple Enough

You've been single for too long so your best friend forces you to attend a cooking class. But you're not the only one here against your will.

His Shirt

Bucky comes to your rescue in the middle of the night.

You Little Minx (part one / part two)

Mischievous (adj.): causing or showing a fondness for causing trouble in a playful way.

The Line

You claim that you like being scared, Bucky obliges.

A Wish Come True ⁕

After a bad break up, you only need one thing, and a handsome stranger is willing to help.

#bucky barnes #soft bucky barnes #bucky barnes x you #masterlist #oneshot #smut #angst #fluff #bucky barnes x reader #fanfiction #fanfic writing #fanfics #marvel mcu #mcu x reader #one shot #x reader #drabble

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"You make the bad thoughts go away"

Summary: Bucky knocks at your door, drunk after a boys night.

Warnings: fluffy fluff, that's it

461 words

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It's well past midnight when Bucky knocks a bit too loudly on your door. He can hear you shuffling inside, and a moment later, you open the door, wincing at the light.

"Oh, you were asleep," he grimaces.

You don't miss his hazy eyes and the smell of ethanol surrounding him. You lean on the doorframe, crossing your arms.

"Had a fun night?" you chuckle.

"It was boys night, Steve brought that liquor he got from Thor, really strong stuff," he nods and you laugh.

"I can see that," you eye him from head to toe.

He's struggling to stay upright, his left arm holding on to the wall next to the door, above your head.

"I'm sorry, kiddo. 'thought maybe you'd be up, did not want to wake you up," he shrugs.

"I'm up now. Wanna come in?"

He blinks before nodding. He follows you inside, and you turns on the lamp on your nightstand, so he wouldn't hit anything on his wobbling way to the bed. You chuckle.

"It's like watching Bambi learn how to walk," you shake your head as you push the covers away.

"Ah, Bambi, the little fawn," he points, "got that one."

"You're goofy when you're drunk," you laugh.

He chuckles as he struggles to take off his shirt. He eventually tosses it on the floor, quickly followed by his pants. He's about to join you in the bed, but he notices that you are wearing one of the Stark Industries shirts that you got on your first week at SHIELD. So he picks up his shirt from the floor and hands it to you. You raise an eyebrow.

"My shirt's better," Bucky states.

You laugh, again, and take it.

"Turn around."

He faces the wall, and tries to keep his drunk mind from picturing what you could look like as you exchange the shirts. On your signal, he turns around and smiles at the sight.

"You're gonna come into the bed or what?" you pat the empty space next to you.

"I obviously can't refuse an offer like that, doll," a chuckle slips past his lips and your stomach twists at the nickname.

Bucky eventually slips under the covers, and immediately wraps his arms around your torso, to pull you against his chest. You smile, little fireworks going off in your stomach, as he squeezes you tighter. Your fingertips find the skin of his pecks and you draw intricate designs.

"Your hands make the bad thoughts go away," he breathes out.

You smile and have to physically hold back a squeal. You pull your head away to look up at him, smiling softly.

"Anytime, Bucky."

He smiles, his eyes barely open now, and kisses your forehead, before pulling you even tighter against him again.

#bucky barnes fanfic #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #drunk bucky barnes #fluff #sweet #bucky barnes #winter soldier #soft bucky barnes

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Seven Minutes in Hell

Summary: What happens when the team forces you to play Seven Minutes in Heaven with Bucky, your sworn enemy?

Warnings: Drinking, no smut but things get steamy

956 words

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"What?! No, no, no!"

You shake your head vehemently, forcing a laugh out to prove how ridiculous this is.

"Natasha, back me up here," you plead to your friend, but she's giggling above her glass of whiskey.

"The bottle has spoken, kid," Sam shrugs.

You risk a look towards Bucky, who looks as uncomfortable as you, but avoids to look at you.

"Come on, we don't got all night!" Clint rushes.

"I don't even know what you're asking of me," Bucky frowns.

"God, you're old," Sam rolls his eyes. "You get behind that door with her, and you get seven minutes in heaven. It's in the title."

"More like seven minutes in hell," you grunt as you take another swing of the expensive alcohol.

Bucky finally looks at you, but with daggers in his eyes.

"She's right, I'm worried they might kill each other," Steve raises an eyebrow.

"Oh my God," Clint whines loudly. "I just want to end this stupid teenager game and go to bed. Please, go behind that door and make out. Or stab each other for all I care."

"I'm taking a knife," you grab one from the table, showing it to Bucky as a warning.

"I could kick your ass before you get a chance to pull it out," he scoffs and you glare at him.

Sam and Clint eventually stand up from the couches to physically push the two of you in the small stock room behind the kitchen of the common floor. Sam makes sure to lock the door, before starting the timer.

"So, are we making out or fighting?" Bucky asks.

You turn to face him, an eyebrow raised.

"I'm not making out with you," you grimaces. "I'd rather eat a bag of dog shit."

"Oh, wow, that's colorful," he laughs, the low sound resonating through the small space. "What is wrong with you?"

"Nothing, what is wrong with you?" you weakly scoff back, your head distracted by his cologne filling up the air around you. You shift uncomfortably and he notices.

"Afraid you'd like it?" he teases, a devilish spark in his eyes.

"No, afraid I'd throw up," you correct, your back hitting the locked door as he takes a step closer.

Tingles rushes between your thighs, and you blame it on the absurd amount of alcohol you drank.

"Come on, not even a little curious?" he's smirking now. "Don't think I've never noticed your little glances."

Your eyes go wide, and he grins. But you're not going to let him win, so you try to regain your composure.

"I don't know what you're talking about," you shake your head.

"I'm talking about the way you check me out when I'm working out, or cooking, even during missions sometimes," he chuckles as he can see the red creep up your cheeks.

"You're wrong, I hate you," you spit back.

The room feels stuffy, with Bucky standing so close to you, you're sure he can hear your heart pounding. He's just out of reach, and your hands are itching to grab his shirt and drag him even closer.

"You can hate me all you want, doll," he leans closer to you, a cheeky smile on his face when you can't take your eyes off his lips, "doesn't change the fact that we're attracted to each other."

Your eyes snap up to meet his, your mind is racing and you can only think about how tempting he's looking right now. He scans your eyes, waiting for a reaction, until you let your body win and get your hands on him.

His lips crash with yours as you pull on his shirt, and you can taste the beers he's been drinking all night on his tongue. Bucky grabs your waist, pulling you flush against his hard body, before letting his hands roam your back and hips. You pull at his hair and he lets out a moan, that forces you to press your thighs together to relieve some of the pressure.

That's when he lifts you up to wrap your legs around his waist, making you very aware of his erection as he pushes you against the door. You moan against his lips and he swallows the sound greedily, his hands bruising your thighs and ass. You're breathless and you feel like your whole body is on fire under his touch.

"Fuck, I hate you so much," you pant against his lips.

He chuckles and playfully bite your lower lip.

"I don't care, keep kissing me," he breathes out.

So you obliges, as your hands roam over his broad shoulders, your nails scratching the bits of exposed skin. He grinds his hips into you, and your head falls back, your lips parted as you hold back a breath.

"Holy shit," you let out.

Your reaction makes him very pleased, so he repeats the move, and your eyes flutter shut, as the coil tightens in your stomach. His hand wraps around your neck as he pulls your head back, to captures your lips again. You moan against his lips as he keeps rubbing against you.

The knock on the door stops all movements, as you stare at each other like deers caught in headlights.

"Seven minutes are up," Sam calls from outside. "Are you both dead or did one of you survive?"

Bucky puts you down on the floor, as you both registers what happened. You quickly smooth out your clothes but notice as Bucky readjusts himself in his pants. The key turns and Sam opens the door.

You're sure that you looked fucked out, but the team seems gracious enough to not mention it. But they still all stare at the two of you, barely surprised by the plot twist.

#bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes fanfic #enemies to lovers #hot #bucky barnes x reader #seven minutes in heaven #domestic avengers #james buchanan bucky barnes #steve rogers #winter soldier #avengers #mcu #natasha romanof #sam wilson #clint barton #bucky barnes #smut #kiss #seven minutes

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