Honouring both Bucky's Jewishness and Steve's Irish heritage is something that is incredibly important to me, so naturally I wanted that reflected in their wedding bands.
In Jewish tradition, rings are a simple, unbroken circle, preferably gold, without any gemstones or other embellishments that affect monetary value.
Now, the traditional claddagh is neither simple nor unbroken, so I sought a middle ground, and I found it in this ring.
A simple, unbroken, gold band with a claddagh and Celtic knot embossed around the circumference of the ring.
I feel that this beautifully represents the hope for a beautiful, honest, and unbroken union symbolized by a Jewish wedding band, as well as the friendship, loyalty and love symbolized by the claddagh.
commission made for @manicobsessedfangirl as a gift for lucy! happy birthday girl 🥳🎂
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accidentally in love. (part seven)
Summary: after bucky barnes gets injured during a mission, you end up moving in with the avengers where your life changes forever.
Pairing: Bucky x Female!Reader
Warnings: curse words, angst, natasha, & luke (yall know why), i think that's about it?
A/N: the great response i got for the last two chapters have made me so happy, so i hope this one is just as good! we're sooooo near the end!
A/N 2: a reblog and/or a nice comment/reply would be highly appreciated if you like my work. happy reading!
Bucky surged forward, panting. His breathing was rapid. He looked around the room, his old room.
There was a shift beside him and that's when he saw you. You were sleeping next to him. Eyes closed, mouth slightly parted, you looked peaceful. You looked beautiful.
But why were you in his bed in his old room?
And then, everything came back to him. The memories of what happened the past month they came like a flood in his mind.
Bucky felt like he was in a whirlwind.
You stirred in your sleep and Bucky watched you carefully. You slowly screeched and opened your eyes, but when you saw him, you furrowed your brows.
"Buck, are you ok?" You asked softly.
His heart flattered in his chest at the sound of your voice calling his name. You called him 'Buck' and Bucky had never heard you call him anything other than 'Sergeant Barnes' or 'sir'. At least, pre-accident Bucky. The real him. Amnesiac Bucky must have done something well, because now that he could remember, he didn't want you to call him anything else than 'Bucky'.
"Yeah, doll. Sorry, just a scary dream. That's all." He reassured you and you smiled at him. God, that smile made him go weak on his knees.
"Alright, well, get back to sleep. It's really late." You patted the spot next to you.
He nodded as he settled back into his pillow.
A couple seconds later, Bucky could hear your breathing as you feel back asleep. You shifted and scooted closer to him. Your head was on his chest as you arm laid on his torso. For a second Bucky tensed. He couldn't believe this was really happening.
He snaked his arm around your waist bringing you even closer. He hummed in satisfaction.
Amnesiac Bucky was definitely a lucky one.
He fell asleep happier than ever.
It's been a week since Bucky had that dream that was actually a memory. It was like as soon as he opened his eyes, everything that happened came crushing back into him.
When he woke up the next morning, he was tempted to confess everything. That he could remember again. But then he saw how you smiled at him, a smile that you reserved for Bucky post accident. The way you said good morning to him while you stretched on the bed next to him. How beautifully his name rolled off your tongue. Bucky. He had never heard you refer to him by his first name like that. It felt so intimate and damn him if he was willing to lose that.
So, he just pretended. He pretended not to remember that he was 'Sergeant Barnes'. And he became just 'Bucky'.
He was nervous that you may see through him. That you’d find out he was just pretending, but you didn’t. He acted the way he was acting for almost a month now. The way he always wanted to act around you but he never could.
That morning, after he got his memory back, when he walked into the kitchen, everything was normal. No one figured out anything. How could they, anyway.
Sometimes, he would slip up, but he tried to cover it up.
“Oh,” Wanda said taken aback when she walked into the kitchen, “hello, Bucky.” She looked at him. Bucky tensed.
Wanda knew it. Of course Wanda would have figured it out. Bucky gave her a pleading look and Wanda just stared at him, searching his eyes. When she nodded, Bucky relaxed.
The rest of the day had continued as normal as every other day.
Although the guilt was creeping up on Bucky, the selfish part of him, didn’t want to let this go. He didn’t want to let go of you and what he had. He knew that this was just a bubble. A bubble that would burst as soon as his memory was back, but he just wanted a little more time. A little more time with you.
Every time Bucky got the courage to finally tell you everything, you’d smile at him and he would completely go numb.
So, he kept pretending.
Just for a little longer.
A month had passed in the Tower and Bucky didn’t seem to have made any progress.
However, you’d notice that sometimes he would say something weird, like he would remember, so you had decided to ask Bruce about it.
“It happens.” Bruce crossed his arms in his chest. “Some small details from the life he had before the accident might slip in his memory relating to what happens in his current reality.”
“Does this mean that he’s starting to remember?” You asked half hopeful and half dreadful.
Bruce rubbed his chin, thinking. “It’s hard to tell. It could mean that he’s slowly regaining his memory back or he just specifically recalled a few things.” You rubbed your eyes. “Y/N, I suggest you don’t worry about that. I know it‘s not easy for you, but you don’t have to stress yourself about that. Unfortunately, there’s nothing we can do directly. It needs time.”
You just nodded.
When you left his office, you didn’t know whether to feel disappointed for the lack of progress, or relieved that you didn’t have to go back to your previous reality where you were just ‘Agent Y/L/N’. Even though after what happened yesterday, you didn’t know where you stood with Bucky. You still hadn’t spoken to him.
“Y/N,” Pietro greeted you when you entered the living room, “there you are.” He smiled.
“Hey, what’s up?” You asked casually.
“I was thinking maybe you’d like to do something tonight?” You could tell he was a bit nervous asking you.
“Um,” you started, “where’s Bucky?” You asked furrowing your brows. You still didn’t have a chance to talk to him after what happened yesterday.
When you woke up he was already gone.
Tony had later informed you that Bucky went with Steve and Sam to play football. It was nice to get him out of the tower and spend some time with his friends. It also spared you having to face Bucky.
“He’s still out with Steve and Sam.” Pietro replied. “So,” Pietro looked at you, “would you like to go out with me?”
You thought about it for a few seconds. Maybe this would be a great chance to take a break from Bucky and stall the face off with him. You just wanted a break from this situation. Yesterday was crazy enough. The kiss, Bucky’s confession, Natasha’s confrontation. It was too much. You had spent all morning mopping around. You just wanted to breathe.
“Sure.” You smiled at him.
Pietro grinned. “Perfect. I’ll meet you here in an hour. Is that ok?” He asked and you nodded. “See you later, Y/N.” He pecked your cheek and he was out.
You let out a long breath.
You were getting ready in your room when Bucky came in.
“Hey.” Bucky said quietly.
It was awkward. Great.
You finished touching up on your lipstick before replying to him. “Hey.”
Bucky was standing there, his hands stuffed in his pockets. “Are you going out?” He furrowed his brows. You were now facing him and you could see his eyes trailing all over your body.
“Yes.” You said.
“With who?” He scowled.
“Pietro?” He grunted. “Why are you going out with him?”
“Why not?” You snapped.
You were both looking at each other. The tension was heavy between you.
“Do you like him?” Bucky growled which caught you off guard.
You stared blankly at him. What would you even reply to that? Did you like Pietro? Sure. But as a friend. If only Bucky knew, he wouldn’t have asked that question.
If he only knew how you felt about him. But he couldn’t know.
“Why does it matter?” You just asked, grabbing your bag. You wanted to break eye contact. Your feelings were too intense in that moment; you didn’t want to reveal anything.
“Is that why you blew me off yesterday?” He asked.
“You know the reason.” You said quietly.
Bucky didn’t speak, when you turned to face him, his features were a mixture of anger and hurt.
“I need to go.” You said as you walked to the door.
“Y/N, I-“ Bucky tried to speak as you squeezed the door handle. Your eyes were stinging. You had to get out of there before you broke down.
“Goodnight, Bucky.” You muttered before stepping out.
The whole way to the living room, your feelings were a rollercoaster.
When you spotted Pietro all dressed-up, you offered him a smile.
Tonight, you wanted to be Y/N again.
“Where did you find this restaurant?” You asked as you took a bite from the steak.
“Having a foodie sister has its perks.” Pietro grinned as he took a sip from his wine. “Do you like it?” You nodded excitedly which made Pietro chuckle.
When you met Pietro in the living room and asked him where you were going, he just winked at you saying it was a surprise. After quite some time driving, you saw the restaurant. It was practically in the middle of nowhere, but the dim lights coming from inside, made it hard to miss. It was like a beacon in the forest.
“This is where you bring girls you want to swoon away?” You asked playfully, quirking an eyebrow.
Pietro chuckled. “Is it working?”
You almost chocked on your wine. “Pietro, I-“
“I know.” He sighed. “You’re in love with Bucky.”
You tensed. “No, I didn’t mean-“
“You don’t have to explain yourself, Y/N. I have eyes and regardless what Tony says, I also have a brain which I use.” He didn’t seem mad, just a little disappointed.
You sighed. “That obvious?” You couldn’t deny it. You were sick and tired of lying and trying to hide everything that you felt.
“Well…” Pietro trailed and you shook your head. “Don’t feel bad, Y/N.” He reached for your hand on the table. “We don’t really choose who we fall in love with. I hate to admit it, but that old focile soldier has its charm.”
You giggled at that. “Thank you, Pietro.” You squeezed his hand.
Pietro leaned back into his seat. “But,” he smirked, “if you ever change your mind, I’m right here.” He winked.
A small laugh escaped your lips, but you nodded. “I’ll have that in mind.”
“Great.” Pietro took a gulp of his wine. “I love being the second choice.”
You laughed more at that, but your laugh was short when you spotted a familiar pair on the far back of the restaurant.
The smile fell off your lips instantly.
“Y/N?” Pietro frowned. “Is everything alright?”
Your eyes were still glued to them. They hadn’t seen you as they were busy, laughing and drinking.
Pietro turned around and followed your gaze.
“Oh…” He mused.
It was Natasha and Luke on what seemed like a romantic dinner.
Bucky couldn’t sit still.
The moment you left, he just wanted to run after you and confess everything. Beg you to forgive him for lying to you, saying how deeply in love he was with you, and convince you not to go on a date with Pietro.
Instead, he kept trashing the room, cursing.
He went to the kitchen to grab something to drink. He needed alcohol.
Bucky was sipping his beer, in the dark, alone, with his thoughts. How did he manage to make things worse? What was the point of keeping this lie when you were now on a date with Pietro? That was supposed to buy him more time with you. But you were gone.
“Can’t sleep?” Wanda asked as she opened the fridge to grab a bottle of water.
Bucky just sighed. They were both silent for a few seconds.
“Since when is Pietro interested in Y/N?” Bucky clenched his jaw.
“Since when did you become a coward, Bucky?” Wanda challenged and that made him snap his eyes to hers.
“You know the situation I’m in, Wanda.” Bucky hissed.
“And I also know that nothing ever came out from lying.” Wanda narrowed her eyes at him.
“I know.” He admitted. “But it’s the only thing I could think of.”
“You need to tell the truth, Bucky.” Wanda said softly.
“How, Wanda?” Bucky asked exasperated. “Y/N will hate me.”
“And you prefer that she thinks everyone hates her because of what happened to you?” Bucky frowned. Wanda ran a hand through her hair. “She thinks that she’s ruining your relationship with Natasha.”
“My relationship with Natasha is-“
“I know.” Wanda assured him. “But she doesn’t, you know.”
Bucky sighed understandingly. “Of course.” He mumbled.
Wanda took a seat next to him. “You need to tell her Bucky.”
“I can’t, Wanda. I can’t.” He pressed. “I don’t know how.”
“Bucky,” Wanda started but he stood up, cutting her off.
“Goodnight, Wanda.” He said roughly, exiting the kitchen.
Wanda stayed in the kitchen, thinking.
“Fuck, Bucky.” She mumbled.
She had to do something.
“What do we do now?” Pietro asked you.
“We need to get out of here.” You said quickly. “We can’t have them seeing us here.”
“Why?” Pietro asked confused.
“I don’t want them knowing that we know.” You explained in a rush.
“So, Natasha is not as sneaky as she thinks.” Pietro cocked an eyebrow.
“Did you know about this?”
Pietro shrugged. “I knew she was cheating, I just didn’t pay much attention to the guy.” He took one sneaky glance to where Natasha and Luke were leaning to each other over the table. “I’ve seen the guy before.” He mused.
“That guy,” You pointed. “that’s my supposed best friend.” You chuckled dryly. “He was with me when Bucky had the accident.”
“Wait,” Pietro furrowed his eyebrows, “that’s the guy that was with you when the bomb went off in that building?” He asked you.
“Yeah,” you replied, “he told me Tony threatened him not to say anything about what had happened to Bucky.”
“Tony never threatens agents.” Pietro stated and you started to get an uneasy feeling.
“That’s what he told me the day after I caught him sneaking out of Natasha’s room.”
“What else did he tell you?” Pietro’s face was hard.
“When I confronted him about it, he told me that all this started after a mission and that it only happened three times.” This was not good. Something was off.
“When did that mission happened exactly?”
You frowned thinking. “It must be like two weeks ago?”
Pietro cursed under his breath. “Y/N,” Pietro looked at you worriedly, “this guy and Natasha had been sneaking together for three months now.”
Your eyes went wide at the confession.
Does this mean that Luke and Natasha were together, or sleeping together, way before that mission happened? How could this be possible? Why didn’t Luke tell you? Why did he lie to you?
“Why would he lie to me?” You asked breathless.
Pietro shook his head. “I don’t know. But we have to find out. I don’t have a good feeling about this, Y/N. It’s too complicated to be a coincidence.”
“What do you mean?”
“Just…” he sighed, “just be careful, Y/N.”
This was too much. It was too much to process. It felt like everything was a lie. Everything was coming crushing down on you. You felt like suffocating.
“We need to get out of here.” You spoke and Pietro nodded.
He grabbed his wallet from inside his jacket and left a couple of dollar bills on the table.
“Ok, on my cue, you’ll stand up and grab my hand.” He explained and you nodded.
Pietro looked around the restaurant. When he spotted the happy couple being too busy into their own bubble he nodded to you and you stood up.
You felt his hand on yours and before you even had a chance to blink, you were outside of the restaurant, in front of Pietro’s car.
“Are you ok?” Pietro studied you.
“Yeah.” You said breathless. “I’m fine.”
“Ok, good.” Pietro said. “Now, let’s get the hell out of here.”
You both climbed in the car, speeding off.
The night was definitely not how you had planned it to be.
“So what are we going to do now?” Pietro asked, taking a quick glance at you before focusing back on the road ahead of him.
It was dark outside with the only light being from the street lamps.
“I don’t know.” You sighed. “I don’t know anything anymore, Pietro.”
This had become messier than you thought.
“Maybe we should tell Wanda about it. She was always the brain of the two of us.” Pietro smiled softly and you couldn’t help but smile as well. “You trust Wanda, right?”
“Yes.” You replied truthfully. Wanda and Pietro were the only ones right now that you trusted. Well, and Bucky but he didn’t count with the memory loss and everything.
Bucky. You didn’t even want to know how he’d feel if he found out about this. And worse, you didn’t even know the whole truth yet. What if it was something else? Something darker. If it was what you were thinking it was, Bucky would be devastated.
You were consumed with your thoughts that you didn’t even notice when Pietro killed the engine.
“Let’s go.” Pietro said and you opened the door.
You both walked into the Tower, a troubled expression written on your faces.
“We need to find, Wanda.” Pietro said as you walked the corridor to the kitchen.
“No need. I’m here.” Wanda hushed and you almost jumped at her voice.
The kitchen was dark when she stepped closer to you both.
“Jesus, Wan,” Pietro muttered, “are you trying to kill us?”
“I’m sorry.” She said sheepishly. She looked weird as well.
“Wanda,” you said, “we need to talk to you.”
“What a coincidence. I want to talk to you as well.” She chuckled but it wasn’t light-hearted.
“What we have to tell you will shock you. Maybe you know something more than us.” Pietro explained.
“Maybe what I have to tell you will shock you more.” She retorted.
“Y/N,” Wanda cut you off, “it’s about Bucky.”
That grabbed your attention. Your whole body tensed. Did anything happen to Bucky? Was he hurt? ��What is it, Wanda? What happened to Bucky?” You asked in a rush. You were panicking.
“Y/N,” Her expression tightened as you looked at her expectantly.
She hesitated as if she was fighting herself to tell you. Your heart was picking up its pace in your chest. “What is it, Wanda?”
She let out a long breath.
At last, she said it.
𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜
pairings: bucky x reader
summary: bucky introduces you to ‘real’ christmas songs - his words
a/n: i was literally watching one of us is lying while writing this, so it might be shit. hope you still enjoy :)
Bucky had left a few hours ago for a day with Steve and Sam and you were getting bored. You cleaned the house, turned on a couple decorations and sat down to watch a movie by the lit-up tree and fire, but it wasn’t the same without him, so you sat under the blankets, scrolling on your phone. You were just about to close Instagram when you came across a batch of festively-decorated gingerbread.
Taking inspiration, you jumped up, ran to the kitchen and gathered all the ingredients you needed, from the many cupboards, before re-opening one to get out the cookie cutters. With all the items placed on the counter, you got to work. And, of course, you had to put on some Christmas music for the mood.
With a little over 2 weeks left until Christmas, both you and Bucky were getting more into the spirit everyday. Movies he missed under the blankets, decorations and cards...
As Mariah Carey’s infamous ‘All I want for Christmas is you’ came on, you swayed your hips as you sang along, simultaneously cutting out shaped from the dough. Turning around to put the cookies in the oven, your back was turned, so you were no longer facing the door, and, with the music on a loud volume, you couldn’t hear - or see - Bucky come in.
He leaned on the wall, a large smirk evident on his face.
“-all i want for Christmas is yooou - Bucky!” you turned around, instantly noticing your boyfriend, who was enjoying this way too much.
“Hey, doll,” he laughed as you felt your cheeks heat up in embarrassment.
“Shut up.” you pouted, turning away from him.
“Oh, c’mon, doll.” Bucky came up behind you, slipping his arms around your waist, peppering your neck and shoulders with kisses until you were giggling.
“C’mere.” He spun you around, one hand remaining on your waist, the other interlocking his fingers with yours as you danced to the music of ‘Last Christmas.”
“This is nice.” you hummed, contently.
“It is.” Bucky kissed your forehead sweetly.
When the song finished, you reached out to put on another one, but Bucky got there before you. Your brows furrowed in confusion as you watched him tap away at the screen but a soft smile arose when you heard what he had put on.
The first few chords of Judy Garland’s ‘Have yourself a merry little christmas’ came on. Bucky pulled you closed as the two of you swayed to the music, lost in the feel of each other.
Soon, more 30s and 40s Christmas songs had come and gone by as the two of you held onto each other in your kitchen, Bucky humming along to some that he knew.
You loved this side of him. The side where he could be himself.
As he held you tighter, your head against his heart, you knew there was no where else you would rather be.
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take my hand
beefy lumberjack!bucky x f!reader (lumby and bunny au)
prompt: can't skate, gonna need someone to hold my hand
warnings: too much fluff. bucky is sickeningly in love
for col's Winter Wonderland writing challenge and sleepover! this is the first writing challenge I've ever done– seems fitting it's for you! thank you for inspiring me, always. <3 @foreverindreamlandd
a/n: this is a difficult time of year. sending all my love and super self-indulgent thoughts hehe.
happy holidays, my loves❄️🧸☃️🤎
𝐢 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞, 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤.
“Y’almost got the hang of it!” You most certainly do not.
Bucky tries to tug you along the ice, his hand secure in your double-gloved one– per his insistence on keeping you extra warm– but it’s no use. The ground stutters laughably beneath each attempt of sliding your feet.
Bucky’s never seen anything so adorable before; you’re awful.
Of course, to make matters worse, they’re all gifted on ice– Maria drifts by with a graceful spin, a howling Scott and Natasha racing just behind.
“C’mon Bunny, just slide your feet in time with mine. Small strides, like this,” he demonstrates the movement away from you in hopes your body will be able to mimic the action.
It won’t. You can’t.
“Can’t you just carry me? This holding my hand thing isn’t working,” you whine. Bucky laughs ignoring your groans, grabbing your face and kissing the corner of your mouth until you smile.
“Nope! I need to see you twirlin’ around first and then,” his thumb brushes over your bottom lip longingly, “we’ll talk. But I gotta go get the living room ready, stay out here with Maria, yeah?” He smiles at you– like he’s never witnessed something more worthy of his worship– with the radiance of every last ray of sun, warm and at rest in his stare.
And after the incredible day you’ve all had, this was the last thing on his list before the sun disappeared for the evening. This morning, he’d bundled you in too many cable-knit layers (and then an additional one just to be safe), an oversized coat, and thick garments for your neck, hands, and feet. But watching you bounce on the ice again and again… he wishes he added a few more.
Bucky had everything planned down to the very second; from the beginning dimmings of the sky’s glow so the fairy lights hanging from the cabin into the trees would shine just right, to the dough being rolled out, cut into intricate shapes to be placed in the oven with ample amount of cooling time– can’t have the icing melt off the tops, Bunny. Needs to be perfect for you.
Steve and Natasha had spent over an hour untwining the offending garland and string lights that Sam had managed to knot together, while you and Torres got a head start at throwing plastic balls and pine cones up the side of the smallest of the giant pines encompassing the cabin.
The last tray of cookies had been placed in the oven while the canola oil was set out for the potato mixture, waiting to be fried in Bucky’s special pan– his ma’s old one she only used this time of year.
The success of today was important to him for more reasons than one. He finally has something strong, something certain, worth making memories with– ones that will last him a lifetime and replace all the pain that's led him to now. Bucky only wants to share everything he is with you.
Including the small frozen pond; which Scott, Steve, and Sam tested their weight on, year after year, hopeful they’d bring a little cheer back into Bucky’s life.
Upon his request, of course, you’ll stay out here. Bucky wasn’t asking– he had everything meticulously pinned like points on a map. You know better than to derail any of his plans. So your brilliant grin and sweet hum against the warmth of his cheek is enough to guarantee he’ll be okay leaving you with his friends for a bit.
With a feigned mutter of disapproval, a 'you carry me everywhere, but now it’s an issue?' and an accompanying pucker of your lips, Bucky reluctantly watches as Maria hauls you away, taking over as skating instructor. He shimmies his skates off before shoving his boots back on, joining Steve to get his cabin all set for watching your favorite holiday movie.
Bucky can’t help himself, the window is right near the couch he’s meant to be fixing the blankets on. He spent weeks planning this. Hours getting all the lights outlining his cabin just right, dangling them from branches and trunks alike. He needed this to be pristine, for you. Pausing to look out was too tempting, a perfect distraction directly in his line of sight at the mess of people dancing around the ice. Specifically, on you. His Bunny, right at home with his family.
And oh– how you shine. You're impossible to miss, the center of it all, always. To Bucky, anyway.
Bucky blinks with a particular tunnel vision these days, a fixation on the most beautiful thing that’s ever stumbled into his life. The window’s fogged and he’s thankful, for once, that he forgot to clean it better; a frost-tinted circle illuminating your ambrosial luster.
And while quickly moving to place an additional few logs on the fire, he can't fight the urge to get back outside to you. You love curling up against his chest right in front of the flames, warm cream colored blankets and sweet kisses shared until Bucky's reeling, flushed scarlet and suffocating for more.
“What’s on your mind, Buck?” Steve wonders.
They wordlessly walk out of the cabin and down the porch steps, transfixed with the painting of Joaquin and Sam twisting you unwillingly around the ice.
Steve clears his throat.
But Bucky’s somewhere else entirely, your squeals of frightened joy are running circles between his ears, rendering him breathless in a moment he never wants to leave. From the moment just a half hour ago you spoke so softly, "Need you to hold my hand Lumby, what if I suck? Never done this before", to now– he watches on with an ardent tenderness bleeding from his eyes in the shape of you. Sam pushes at your hips from behind, directing your laughing frame wobbling straight into a panicked Torres.
Bucky’s so tragically in love with you.
Your skate catches the bottom of Sam’s too-long jeans, sending you both toppling to the ground in a heap of broad shoulders and heavy limbs– courtesy of a painfully groaning Joaquin and cackling Sam. Steve smiles, observing Bucky take in the picture before him, a low chuckle rumbling within his knowing chest: there’s nothing like watching your best pal falling more and more, so deeply in love, Steve thinks. He nods.
“And what’s my girl doin’ in your thoughts?” Bucky smirks, eyes grudgingly leaving your triumphant pose on top of your conquered pile of a bickering Sam and Joaquin. When he meets Steve’s eyes, he finds a noble grin.
“I’m thankin’ her. Never seen you like this, so…” Steve gestures to him, a grand wave of his arms Bucky feels deep in his chest, “So happy. Bucky, she’s–”
“Bucky! Bucky, help me!” They both whip their heads at the excited sound, the two men once face-first on the ice and under your victorious smirk now standing tall on their blades with you lifted high above their heads. Maria and Natasha jump up from their bench to rush to your rescue, hurling insults in between fits of laughter at the two idiots passing you round and round in swooping circles.
Steve looks to his friend, and in Bucky's contentment he sees it– adoration and fondness and relief vibrating warmly.
Bucky melts– his bunny and his best friends. And they adore his girl almost as much as he does. He couldn’t feel more alive.
“Torres! Wilson! Put my girl down, I swear if I find even a scratch on her–”
“You have her in like nine layers. Think she’ll be fine, if she doesn’t pass out from heat exhaustion first…” Sam mumbles securing his arms tightly around your middle, dodging the raucous taunts of the two women before placing you on shaky legs.
You stay standing for a solid three seconds, the air returning to your overexerted lungs. One slide of your foot, then the other. Just like Bucky showed you, left, right, le– your body meets ice.
Shrill mirth fills the woods at, yet again, another fumble of your own two legs. With an enamored chuckle, Bucky moves swiftly, hoping to get to you before another fall occurs. He’s never seen a person fall so much in his damn life.
“So. I’m terrible at this,” the dejected huff swirls past you both in a frozen gust of air. Your body shivers in a tired sulk, working hard to remember what it feels like to be standing. Bucky bends down and aids you out of your skates, shouting for Scott to toss him your boots. Right foot then left, and he secures the thick socks he made you wear over the tops of the laces.
Bucky looks up at you, a satisfied sound whispered into the frigid evening. There’s a playful pity swimming within his features. But his eyes always betray him, completely overflowing with his adoration for you. It nearly knocks you off of your feet, dizzy and back spinning ‘round icy ground. The entrance to the fence that encases the pond snags on your puffy parka and Bucky grabs at your wrists, sliding his thumbs gently down to the thick fabric concealing those precious lifelines of yours. He brings the tops of them to his mouth with a gentle hum.
Nothing feels more secure than falling into the safety Bucky’s presence brings. He stands, plump lips never leaving your knuckles for a second.
As if the evening was expecting you both, frost-bitten air and the last swirls of daylight envelop you in a greeting of serenity. The lights still glimmer and your friends still laugh and yell, but the evening permits you to forget all of that for a moment.
Looking into Bucky’s eyes feels a lot like home.
And the stunning blues have no intention of leaving your sweet face, sulking up at him with the echoes of crystalized wonder and the twinkling from up above dusting along your features– how could he even feel an ounce of sympathy toward you? Not when your pout entices him like nothing else on this goddamned green earth ever could. Nothing could hold a candle to it.
“Wouldn’t say that Bun,” he decides with a solemn shake of his head, squeezing your fingers within his hold, “You’re not terrible. Just not ready… for public viewing, is all.” A short nod and a hopeful smile search to brighten the affected expression on your face. But it isn’t until he leans down with his nose nudging yours, a teasing pout of his lips on your cold skin, an arm sliding behind your hip urging you closer with a sigh against your cheek that you feel it.
He’d do anything to keep you happy.
It’s evident in the glistening snow nestled within the thick sea of evergreen, its sparkling hue all around you– in the sloppily decorated tree just a few feet shy of the pond– in the group of friends he gathered together just to remind you how loved you are, even during the most difficult season of the year. Bucky’d spend hours milling through his ma’s old recipes to find the perfect cookies and those latkes he remembers enjoying years ago. He’d even go as far as tell a little lie no one could possibly ever believe, that you weren’t in fact hazardous on skates, even if it is just the two of you that hear it. He’d bear long hours in the harsh winds of winter for something other than labor, for a gathering of family his girl knows love him to no end, just to see her showered with the same sentiment– to see that smile.
Nothing about loving you is akin to labor.
But then your lips curl, a small giggle bubbling past your once frustrated pout until the sweet sound blooms, swells, stealing the rhythm straight from his chest. And Bucky’s heart soars, from the very depths of his rib cage to the confines of your wool-clad hands, all from just the blinding smile you have only for him.
Your hands reach for his cheeks just as they flush crimson, a startling contrast to the scenery surrounding you. Bucky nearly evaporates, right there.
His pulse is thunderous, urging him to delight in nothing but your joy enduringly. Bucky can’t control it, it croons I love you, I love you, I love you.
He’d never tell his friends he planned today just for you, of how he stocked his kitchen with baking supplies and festive decor just to watch the happiness sparkling, so alive in your eyes.
Bucky’s anything but subtle. His heart beats only with the air of your affections– his friends know.
“C’mon sweet girl,” Bucky’s nose smushes against your hairline, his kiss warming your chilled forehead. “We’ve got cookies to decorate. Can’t let Sam find ‘em or they’ll be gone before we know it.”
At the sight of Bucky’s reverent lips descending the span of your face, Steve turns to head back to the cabin. With a heavy smack of his arm around Sam’s shoulders and a smile spread proudly across both of their faces, they let their friend take all the time he needs. Natasha’s grin twitches softly, watching Bucky sing of his love for you with every glide of his lips against your skin, with every breath that fills his lungs.
Bucky continues on, reaching and pulling for every little laugh you’ll give him, sparing no expense for the feelings of his friends: "Maria’s terrible on ice, did’ya even see her out there? Nearly knocked poor Torres on his ass.” No, that was you, actually. And you did. “Scott took all the marshmallows, can’t let him find out about our secret stash, kay?” He keeps them in an old tea container, they taste of bergamot. “Stevie thinks he’ll make a better gingerbread house than us, you believe that punk?” He only said that to get Bucky riled up.
Sam hears it– they all do. You hardly attempt to quiet your delight whenever Bucky gets you snuggled close, wrapped entirely bare in his need to be your everything.
A hurried kiss teases his stubble, then graces his lips, and your arm entangles itself around his own until the tips of fingers interlock in a charm of whispered giggles. And while walking the length of the winter wonderland he’s created for you, hyper and giddy and so full of emotion, your heart thanks him.
They all hear Bucky prod, the cheap digs and the silly goading; not a single one of them has the means to chide– they know. Their friend has finally found peace, tightly woven within the grasp of a warm woolen hand.
The NSFW Alphabet of Mr. James 'Bucky' Barnes
warnings: 18+, minors dni, sexually explicit content, many different kinks explored (including but not limited to praise, dp, anal, dom/sub relationship, gagging), pretty much pure filth from the tag tbh
pairing: Bucky Barnes x f!reader
piece no. 5 of margo's christmas spectacular
A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)Amazing. Especially after any rougher or more experimental scenes you two do, or when he doms you. He’s so intuitive, knowing exactly what comforts you need every single time. Perhaps it’s because he knows what it can feel like when you’re finally released from intensity, but you try not to think about that.
B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)He loves the way his hand can make you feel. Perhaps it’s the temperature, or the strength, or just knowing that it’s his, just like you, but his cool vibranium fingers drive you wild and he loves them for it. Outside of the bedroom, it’s perhaps a different story, but when it’s wrapped around your throat, he loves his hand. As for you, he loves your neck. Biting on it, sucking on it, choking it, all of it. He loves leaving hickeys on it, which earns him a light bash on the non-superhuman arm when you realise, but you secretly love it.
C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)Sometimes, Bucky will ask you to hold his cum on your tongue and stick it out for him after a blowjob. Watching you squirm on the floor while he rubs his seed on your face and praises you entrances him.
D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)The first time he saw you hold his cum on your tongue was the moment he realised he wanted to marry you. He tells your friends it was a walk through Central Park.
E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)In the 40’s, Bucky was a dog. He’s very experienced, though his game definitely slowed down after The Winter Soldier arrived. It took him a while to trust himself enough to be intimate with someone, but the immense trust you put in him every day helped him finally get there with you.
F = Favorite Position You in his arms, completely at his will as he spears into you. Sometimes, he’ll prop you up on the wall, or even against the window of your apartment, overlooking New York City.
G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)Definitely more serious. When the mood takes him, Bucky can get carnal. He lusts for you past the point of goofing around.
H = Hair (How well-groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)The carpet does match the drapes and it’s a very well groomed carpet. Since regaining himself, Bucky likes to keep maintained, not only for you but for his own peace of mind.
I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…) Oh so intimate. Even when domming you, he’s intimate, praising you and touching you and always staying near you. He just can’t help it, he worships you.
J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)Before you moved in together, Bucky was constantly jacking off just to get anything done. He couldn’t help but think of you and it caused some… awkward situations. Now, neither of you often get much done.
K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)He loves to dominate you, especially when you’re being a little brat. He adores the cheeky smile tugging at your lip when he calls you a good girl, gets off on the squeak that always escapes you when you’re struck on the ass unexpectedly, is infatuated by the way your eyes sparkle while you look up at him, awaiting orders.
Bucky is also really into filling everything, whether it be a plug in your ass and fingers to suckle on while he fucks you, or perhaps stuffing your mouth with his tie, knuckles deep in your cunt while he takes you from behind.
L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)The bedroom, the bathroom, the kitchen, the sofa, the floor, bathrooms at parties you attend, Sam’s boat, you name it. He’s insatiable, really.
M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)He’s very sensitive to you. The way you fill out your pyjama shorts, when your nipples peek out, hardening under your shirt when it gets too cold, the way you smell, how you pull your hair into a ponytail… The list goes on. Let’s just say he’s often in a mood.
N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)He just really isn’t interested in inviting other people into your bedroom, unless it’s something you’d be into, and even then he’d want the focus to be allllll on you. He knows he’s safe with you, adding more people is just complicated, and you’re more than enough.
O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)He’s a sucker for both. He loves watching you kneel before him, tongue out expectantly before you blow him till tears form in the corners of your eyes from the ache in your jaw. That said, he’s an expert at going down on you. He can have you screaming and convulsing, riding his face like a wanton woman in no time at all.
He licks his lips clean after every single time he goes down on you. Your taste drives him wild.
P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)Very much depends on the moment. He can be torturously slow, massaging you deep inside with his cock, but he can also fuck you, pounding into your cunt until you’re a babbling, crying mess. It’s impossible to choose a favourite.
Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)Oh, yes. He loves a quickie, but he’s not so good at them. Many-a time have you been late for work or to a party or dinner with your family because a quick fuck turned into mind blowing, multiple orgasming, visceral sex.
R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)With you, he’s up for just about anything. He’s more experienced than you, sure, but times have changed, and you enjoy showing him all the inventive ways you two can pleasure each other now (see T)
As for risks, the thrill of getting caught turns him on quite a bit, which is probably why he takes you in as many places as he can.
S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)He’s a super soldier, so that helps a lot. Some nights, you’re entangled in each other for hours on end, orgasms coming like waves until you can barely open your eyes from the exhaustion, your legs jelly and your makeup long gone.
T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)Bucky was astounded with how much stuff was really out there. His eyes all but popped out of his head when you first took him to a sex shop, but he went crazy for it all and is now pretty much an expert. You love how his jaw dropped when you explained the remote control vibrator to him, which he proceeded to torture you with the next time the two of you went for a fancy meal out.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)He’s such a tease, especially when you’re submitting to him, especially when you’re being a little brat. He’ll tether you on the edge for as long as he wants, your pleas and begs to cum on his hands on face or cock or toy absolute music to his ears.
V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)Moans, groans, delicious growls and sweet sweet praises. You’re Bucky’s good girl, who takes him oh so well, beautiful. Well done.
W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)Bucky loves to make you sit on his cock and keep it nice and warm while he gets his work done. It sends you feral, grinding and whimpering pathetically until he finally throws you onto his desk and fucks you senseless. He has broken 3 picture frames of the two of you, knocking them off his desk using this very method.
X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)Y’all know he’s hung. His cock is thick and long and gets particularly rosy and veiny when it’s rock hard and straining for you and only you.
Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)Honestly, you fuel him. He burns for you, lives for you, would die for you, which are very intense emotions to share. They manifest physically, a lot of the time, especially when Bucky doesn’t quite know how to find the words. He’s also obsessed with you, which leads to hard on after hard on when you brush against him, snuggle into him, bend over, wear a sundress…. You get the picture.
Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
Bucky has trouble sleeping, but having you snuggled beside him while he’s rushed with the high of releasing with you really fucking helps. His best nights sleep are after a long, powerful fucking.
Taking Control Over The Big Bad (White) Wolf
Pairing: Bucky x female reader
Summary: Learning the news that you no longer have to stay at The Compound, Bucky makes a scary but enticing offer.
Warnings: 18+ for this post, dominance kink, life decisions, argument with parents, Y/N, sexual content, cursing, cockwarming, fluff, angst, Minors N/I.
Word Count: 3688
Gif: Credit goes to magnusedom
Notes: This is spicy content, please advise. Re-blogs, comments, follows and likes are all greatly appreciated. Requests are open!! (And yes a part of this was requested.)
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You have been living out all of your daydreams with Bucky recently. Ever since spending that one night together, he has become more visibly relaxed. It doesn’t look like he’s .5 seconds away from giving himself a brain aneurysm. Well, most of the time at least. While you each have your own apartment, neither of you have slept alone in weeks. That also means Bucky no longer sleeps on the cold floor. He struggles sometimes, becoming antsy as he tries to get comfortable. It’s as if the more relaxed he strives to be, the more restless he becomes.
There have been many fulfilled late nights and some of the best ways to start the day; with each other. Reaching that new level of comfort with one another really took your relationship to the next level. It’s at the point where you’re still learning about one another but passed the awkward stage where it’s uncomfortable to show who you really are. Speaking of learning more about each other, it’s not just the history or experiences you both have had. (Although, the focus tends to be on yourself or Bucky’s young adult life before getting drafted into the Army.) It’s the exploring. Being completely exposed, vulnerable, and getting to know every inch of each others body’s. What he likes and dislikes, what drives him to the edge and vice versa for yourself.
Bucky is always eager to please and even more so to learn. Sex and intimacy have come a looong way over the decades. Positions, toys, enhancements (not that either of you need them, but they’re still fun), and not just restricting yourselves to the bed. Good thing that The Compound is sound proof. Everyone around seems to have an idea of what’s going on behind closed doors, but they don’t need to hear it. So far, Bucky has shown the most interest in exploring different surfaces (the shower and couch seem to be his favorite) and also asserting some kind of a dominant role.
It makes sense because of how compliant he had to be for so many years. Feeling constantly controlled, it would be only human to be intrigued by the other side of things. He’s still always sweet, sometimes almost too gentle. We’ll work on that.
There are two ways of looking at this; One: Bucky is still experimenting. He’s trying to find balance between his pleasure and yours. Two: He’s afraid of going too far and hurting you. While you can appreciate his care and concern for your well being, there’s this dark entity inside begging for a cool metal hand necklace.
*Ding* Your attention gets drawn to the New Email notification on your phone. Sitting down at the island in his kitchen, wearing one of Bucky’s t-shirts and a pair of lace cheeky panties, you bring one knee up to hug it as you unlock your phone. Bucky’s on the other side of the island, cleaning. Always fucking cleaning. You open the email.
The Compound has been deemed safe once again. We are no longer concerned about a possible breach. You are able to return to your normal work schedule and are free to go home at your leisure. If you have any questions or concerns, please feel free to call my extension (3000).
Leave? You have been so caught up in the whirlwind that is Bucky Barnes that it was completely forgotten that The Compound wasn’t your home. It feels as though this perfect timespan has completely crumbled unexpectedly underneath your feet.
“What’s wrong?” Bucky asks, staring intently at you from the stove worried.
“I- I was told I could go home.” You say, sorrowfully.
“Hold on. What?” He responds, needing to hear you say it again as if he doesn’t believe you.
“They cleared the possible breach… I don’t have to stay here anymore.”
Bucky doesn’t say a word but it is very obvious that the wheels are turning in his head, trying to think of a way around this.
“We knew this day was coming though, right?” You say, trying to lighten the mood. But its clear that this news has disheartened you both.
Within the blink of an eye he had taken a few long strides, standing now to your side. His metal arm reaches across your lap to grip the chair, quickly turning the chair so that you’re face to face.
“Don’t go…” He begs softly unable to look you in the eyes.
“I…w-what do you mean, Bucky?” You’re genuinely confused as to what he’s trying to imply.
“Stay.” It comes out as a heavy breath. “Here… with me.” He’s finally able to look you in the eyes, and he seems… distressed? Scared? Worried that if you leave his sight that you’ll somehow never come back?
“Are you asking me to move in with you?” Sitting there stunned, holding your breath, you wait for his answer. Either way you’re terrified. Because either one, he literally just asked you to move in. Or two, you completely misinterpreted what he was saying and you’re about to feel like the worlds biggest idiot.
“I know it’s crazy…” Bucky starts, trying hard to think before he speaks in fear of coming off as too much and scaring you away. “And at the risk of sounding utterly selfish in saying this, I don’t feel as though my every move is being microscopically analyzed when you’re with me. I’ve gained trust back with you. I-I’m infatuated with you. Y/N.” His jaw is clenched, the vein in his temple looks as though it’s about to combust from his admission.
Infatuated? What do I even say to that? Your mind starts racing. Flashes of your possible life with Bucky start taking over your mind. Living together and waking up to those perfect pancakes he makes every morning. How instantly protective he is of you whenever you’re in public. The most passionate and intense sex that some people only dream about having. Slow dancing to the record player in the living room every night. Him wearing an all black suit, feeling comfortable with no gloves waiting for you at the end of the isle. What kind of dad would he be? Does he even want those things?
All of his focus is on waiting for your answer. His breathing drawn out as he tries to control it to not seem as nervous as he feels. A part of you wants to only dip your toe in the water, to take things slow because this can be a tough life when you’re so attached from the feelings involved. The other part of you wants to just dive right in. You want to live together? Yes. You want to get married and start a family? Yes. You’re talking about a future that surrounds each other? Yes, yes, and yes. The thought is terrifying but exhilarating at the same time. But the difficult journey could lead to an amazing destination. There’s no way to find out unless you try.
“That’s a really big decision, Bucky…” You start, and his head instantly falls forward in disappointment. “But…” His head picks back up, your gaze meeting each others. “Let’s try.”
His eyes widen in excitement. “Really?!” I’ve never seen him this animated about anything before.
“Really.” Your eyebrows raise as your lips curve upwards into a beaming smile at not just the possibility, but the reality of this happening.
“Ugh, Y/N. Just when I thought I couldn’t get any happier. You always surprise me!” Bucky quickly snatches you from the high counter chair at the island. The giggles effortlessly flow out as he picks you up and spins you around once. Placing your feet firmly back on the ground, he cups the left side of your face with right hand.
“You do realize this means that your place probably won’t be spotless anymore, right?”
“Our place” He corrects, mirroring the giant cheesy smile. “Worth it.” He says, placing a gentle kiss against your lips. "Get ready, let's go and get your stuff."
Sitting in the passenger seat, you look over at Bucky. It's one of those moments where you feel like the luckiest woman in the world. This is a moment you'll remember for a lifetime. He has dark sunglasses on, concentrating on the mostly empty road. With being tall, he props his left knee underneath the steering wheel, using it to maintain the car straight. His right hand reached over, resting on your knee and giving it a gentle squeeze as his thumb rubs smoothly over it. The golden hue from the fall foliage makes his outline glow, as if he were an angel.
How is this even real life?
Coming back into the current moment, you recognize the song on the radio. Bucky actually let you control the music for once. Which is probably something he is going to regret.
"I love this song!" You exclaim, turning the volume up. But of course not too high for the old man.
"She's the one, she'll always be there
She took my hand and I made it, I swear
Because I fell in love with the girl at the rock show
She said, "What?", and I told her that I didn't know
She's so cool, gonna sneak in through her window
Everything's better when she's around
I can't wait 'til her parents go out of town
I fell in love with the girl at the rock show!"
You stop, realizing that Bucky is looking over at you and not the road anymore. "You doing that staring thing again." You laugh. "What?!" You ask, suddenly feeling self conscious from singing.
He smiles, shaking his head. "I just enjoy being around you." It's the simplicity of being yourself that he admires most. Every move isn't articulated or pre-planned. There is no immediate danger. Life can be uncomplicated when you're free to be yourself.
The thought of just being with each other makes you feel warm inside. Who would of figured that you two would be the ones leaning on each other?
The rest of the car ride was pretty quiet. No particular reason, just relishing in the cool autumn weather for the duration of the drive.
Soon enough you're on the dirt road leading up to your parents house. Getting closer, you notice that both cars are parked in front, meaning both of them were home. Bucky parks and looks over at you, seeing what your reaction is going to be. You squeeze his hand that is still on your knee and smile. "Just give me a moment to grab some things, okay?" You say, still holding his hand for reassurance.
"Okay." He reluctantly let's go of your knee as you get out of the car.
Walking up to the front door, you know the conversation that is about to be had. Your jaw clenches in anxiety as you enter the house.
"Oh hey, sweetie!" Mom says, pausing from dusting the pictures on the mantel. "We were wondering when you would be coming home!"
"About that..." You start, taking a deep breath as your hands ball up into fists from being nervous. "I've decided to stay at The Compound. I just came here for my things." It gets blurted out.
"Oh?" Mom replies, waiting to see if there is more of an explanation than you've provided.
"Why is that?" Dad asks from the hallway, leaning on the frame. His sudden appearance makes you jump, not knowing he was right there. The ball of nerves inside of you doesn't necessarily help the situation either.
"We all knew my staying here was temporary..." You say truthfully, but it still comes out like an excuse.
"So...it's in relation to your job then?" His eyebrows raise. You were taught better than to lie, especially to him. And even if you tried, he would know.
"Kind of." Your response is dancing around the whole truth. "I don't have a lot of time." You say as you briskly walk into your room. It won't be hard to pack since you have been living out of suitcases since you came home from college. Not taking the time to fold your clothes, you shove them all into the collection of duffle bags and luggage.
"I'm confused..." Mom says as she walks into the room.
"There isn't anything to be confused about." Not being able to look at her, you continue to pack your bags rapidly.
"You don't see what's happening here?" Dad directs the question towards mom and then quickly answers for her. "This is about James."
"James?" Still confused, she looks between you and your father.
An exacerbated sigh comes from your mouth as you angerly slam a shirt down into your bag, now glaring at your father.
"So what if it is?" You challenge.
"You know how I feel about him..." Dad keeps a level, monotoned voice as if you were negotiating over a hostage situation. He takes a step forward but you hold your ground.
"And you know how I feel about him, Dad! This is the first time I have felt happy in the year and a half since Luke died!"
Mom stands in the room, looking between the two of you anxiously. Dad sighs, evidently starting to get more annoyed at the thought of you and Bucky together. "Why can't I have this, Dad?" You ask, feeling defeated. "We took a loss as a family, together. We got through it, together. But this is something that I want and I feel as though Luke would be happy for me!"
There's suddenly a knock at the door. Closing your eyes in frustration, you already know who it is. Your head rolls forward and you slip passed your parents and open the door to no other than Bucky. He only takes one step into the doorway, just enough for the screen door to close behind him. He clears his throat, his lips pressed into a thin line.
"Sir." He acknowledges your father only to be met with an intense stare. Well if they're going to have a staring contest, sorry dad but you're going to lose.
“James.” He sternly acknowledges.
Bucky turns to you, leaning in close as his hand gently holds your elbow. “Are you okay?” He asks, concerned. You nod your head looking over at your dad knowing that it’s just an amount of time before one or both of them explode.
“This is a family matter, Barnes.” Heeeere we go.
The scary thing about Bucky is that when he’s mad, he gets quiet. There’s no temper tantrums, no yelling, and no low blows. Thanks to Hydra, he’s an expert at not reacting when under immense pressure. While the circumstances are different, he’s on the defense. Your defense.
“I understand. I just wanted to make sure Y/N’s okay.” Bucky says in the same monotoned voice that your father just used on you a few moments before. “I’m not trying to interject here-“
“So then why are you?” Dad spits, growing angrier by the moment. Bucky standing here might just put him over the edge.
You quickly step between both of them bringing their focus to you. “Enough.” You say blatantly. “Dad… mom.” You take in a deep breath. “This is what I want. He is what I want. If you reject him than you’re rejecting me.”
The two stubborn men in the room are watching each other intently while trying to lay down the unspoken claim of who you actually belong to.
“I’m grabbing my things and we’re leaving. I understand that this might be a lot to take in at once, so I’ll give you time to process. You know how to get in contact with me. I love you guys.”
Reaching down to the floor, you pick up two of your bags. Bucky reaches down as well, slipping his gloved metal arm through all of the handles and picking up the rest of the stuff. He looks like me when I’ve gone grocery shopping and only want to make one trip from the car. And effortlessly of course. He holds the door open for you to walk outside, and follows right behind.
In silence you both pack the car and leave. There is an unspoken tension between the two of you. How did this day go from being so happy, so excited to head into a new journey together, to this?
"Parents usually love me." Bucky says, breaking the silence by trying to be funny.
"I'm sorry." You respond. Bucky shakes his head. "Really, I'm used to these kinds of reactions from people. I think that you're the only one who hasn't run off the moment we met." He admits.
"Still. I can't apologize for him but I can be sorry that you were treated that way."
"Seriously, it's more natural for people to react that way. You're the only one who hasn't, Y/N. That's what makes you so precious to me."
The ball of anxiety in your stomach starts turning into warm butterflies all over again. I don't understand how so many see Bucky as this deadly, soulless person. He has such a big and kind heart. And while yes, he's past is hard to get over, working hard on himself and making amends with everyone he can, speaks volumes about his true self.
"It finally looks as though someone lives in here!" You say, hands on your hips looking around the newly decorated living room.
"Yeeeah." Bucky says as he scratches the back of his head.
"Oh come on. Having me around all the time won't be so bad."
He laughs while taking a few steps closer, wrapping his arms around you. "That sounds terrible, honestly." He jokes, pulling you in closer. You'll never get over just how warm his body feels when pressed to yours, which makes no physical contact feel just that much cooler.
Jumping up, you wrap your legs around his waist, being overcome with the need to be as close to him as you possibly can. Bucky of course supports your weight effortlessly, each palm grabbing a fistful of your ass. Your arms wrap around his neck as you lean in to kiss him. He moves his right middle finger to gently stroke once over your center. Pulling away from the kiss you let out a giggle, "Oh hey."
"Hey." He smirks, resuming the kiss and brings you to the couch. Sitting down with your arms still around each other, you're now straddling him. Your hips instinctively and tentatively start moving forward and back on his lap. A shallow breath escapes Bucky's mouth with a muffled moan underneath. You smile into the kiss and then pull back. He leans back in to continue the kiss but you withdraw further. Confused, he's looking up at you, his eyes pleading.
Shaking your head and grinning, you take your arms away from his neck, your hands wriggling down between your legs and reach of the hem of his jeans. A sharp breath pulls in from his lips as he keeps eye contact with you. Undoing the button and pulling down the zipper painfully slow, you decide to take on the assertive role here. Your power over one of the most feared men in the world, begging at just the very touch of your hands. Just the thought alone is enough to get you off. But neither of us are getting that right now.
Releasing his erection from his boxer briefs, his hips naturally advance towards your hands. And you let your hands drop away from him.
"What-" Bucky starts, but you place an index finger of his lips. "Shh." You coo quietly. "I'm going to do whatever I want." His eyebrows raise in response but he doesn't protest. After giving him a moment to realize that he is now under your control, you spit into your left hand before moving it back down to the small gap between both of your legs. You grip his shaft firmly, but not aggressively. Your hand starts in a leisurely up and down motion.
You take his bare metal hand and place it between your thighs. "Rip them." You say sternly while grasping onto him slightly harder. Following your orders, his fingers move upward to the waistband of your leggings and pulls swiftly downward. The tearing of the fabric makes your entire body tingle. Bucky discards the remnants of your pants onto the floor, leaving your lower half covered only by a thin, lacy piece of fabric.
Raising yourself up while still straddled in his lap, you gently use your hand to maneuver his tip to your only slightly covered opening. He takes a deep breath as his head rolls back to meet with the top of the couch. His hands twitch slightly on your thighs, trying to control the desire to flip around and bend you over the couch.
Now using your left hand, you pull the material to the side and gently glide him in. His hips try to buck up into you, but still having a firm grasp, you hold him in place.
"No." You say strictly, and he reluctantly relaxes. Continuing to slide him in inch by inch he looks up into your eyes. A small moan escapes his mouth once he is fully inside of you.
You pull him in close to your chest, tenderly running your hands through his hair. Aside from your core having the natural tendency to constrict around him, you don't allow your hips to move. Bucky's breathing intensifies just from the sensation of being inside of you along with your nails in his hair. "Not a word." You whisper, still keeping your body rigid, painfully refusing both of you the release that you so desperately want. But the continuation of your hands rubbing through his hair, down his back, and sensually up and down his arms lulls him to sleep right then and there after a while. You grin to yourself, barely being able to contain the excitement you feel for the repercussions you're going to face for this.
Captain America Comics #21 - "The Creeper and the Three Rubies of Doom" (1942)
art by Syd Shores & Vince Alascia
Bucky Barnes Master list
Gender Neutral Reader
You Can Call Me Bucky
A Letter from Bucky
Goo Goo Eyes
(just a Lil one to comfort myself because cry)
You were on a small mission when you tripped and cut open your knee.
You hissed in pain and tried to keep your cool.
"Steve? I cut my leg." You whispered, trying to not cry.
Bucky was on his first mission with you, Steve and Tony.
"Hang on, doll. I'll be there in a minute." Steve said, Bucky noticed Steve's voice had changed. It went from commanding to comforting and he didn't understand why, it was only a small cut.
Bucky came out with Steve to see you on the ground holding your knee.
Steve knelt down to you and took your hand away to see the wound.
"It's okay, angel. You'll be okay let's get you back to the jet, okay?" Steve said gently picking you up.
You made it back to the tower and Bruce had stitched up your knee.
Bucky was confused by your reaction.
You'd only cut open your knee and it needed some stitching, Bucky couldn't see why you were crying or why Steve had to comfort you so much.
He walked over to the couch where you were asleep on Steve's lap.
"It was only a small cut, I don't understand why everyone is treating her like she is dying." Bucky grumbled as Steve sighed and looked up at him.
"Buck, Y/N is very different from us. Sometimes what seems small for us can be really big for her." Steve explained as Bucky sat down across from him.
"Why?" He questioned as Steve played with your hair.
"She has a lot of trauma." Steve replied as Bucky looked at him with confusion.
"I went through shit with Hydra and it didn't make me like that." Bucky said making Steve sigh once more.
He knew Bucky wasn't trying to be mean he genuinely didn't understand.
"Your trauma happened while you were an adult, most of Y/N's was when she was a child. She would be tortured over and over and not allowed to make a sound or complaint. So, when she came to us and realised we were safe she could let her inner child out. She craved a lot of recognition and care, so when she gets hurt her mind reverts. She cries because she was never allowed to and now that she feels safe around us she can let it out. If she gets hurt we all rally around her to make sure she feels safe and taken care of." Steve explained as Bucky looked down at you.
"I suppose that makes sense. I'm sorry I was so clueless." Bucky muttered as Steve smiled.
"It's okay, Bucky. It'll take a little while to learn the ins and outs of this place." Steve said making Bucky smile in return.
@paleyparksoul replied to your post “Oooh, since we're talking about the arm, can we...”:
The gold tracery on his arm has a stylized version of his SSR Howling Commando Wing embroidered patch and the gold is like only the generals or royals of Wakanda. Ironically, Bucky was receiving the honor and dignity from this foreign country that he should have received at home.
yeah fuck that, that's a bullshit excuse.
firstly, you are literally the only person who seems to know that, so they failed in making it read as such.
they could have incorporated the design in a way that didn't make the plates in his arm useless. hydra had no problem, and they didn't care about him at all.
when hydra does a better job at putting disabled people's needs first, you have failed miserably.
the plates being useless and non-functional extends far past the ugly mess of the bicep.
it's not dignity or honor to value aesthetics more than you care about the needs of disabled people, it's a kick in the face.
valuing aesthetics above all is why the world is still so inaccessible.
he also vocally stated he did not want to be referred to that way, why the hell can't he have a chance to define himself as something he chooses instead of what others expect of him? he was drafted and then he was captured by hydra, why give him something that reminds him of his loss of autonomy.
stop bootlicking marvel and actually listen to disabled people.
partners. (part iii of roommates)
Summary: after everything you and bucky have gone through, there is still more things to explore. another chapter in your life awaits, but is it going to be a happy one?
Pairings: Bucky x Reader, Steve x Wanda
Warnings: angst, fluff, attempts at humor, expicit scene, like one i think?, mentions of drinking & death, 18+
part ii: neighbors
A/N: this is the third part of my "our life" series, and i hope you like it! i try to explore more the characters with each chapter. the longer chapters are due to the fact that i try to give an overview over a span of months throughout the story. does this make sense? i hope it does.
A/N 2: please, let me know what you think! also, if you liked this part, make sure to reblog the post. it helps a lot! happy reading!
"James!" you giggled as Bucky stepped out of the shower, towel wrapped around his waist, tossing his wet hair back and forth and splashing you.
Bucky wrapped a hand around your waist, pulling you closer to his chest. "Have I told you how much I love the way you call me 'James'?" He hummed in your ear and you shivered from the way his voice dropped so low.
You wrapped your arms around his neck. “Natasha had told me about it.” You smirked.
Bucky breathed a laugh. “What did she tell you?”
“That she knew you liked me because you let me call you ‘James’.”
“She was right.” Bucky pointed. “As always.”
A lot had happened since the day you and Bucky finally confessed to each other. First and most important, you had moved to a new apartment.
Well, technically new.
“This is so stupid.” Steve muttered.
You glared him. “Do you have something better to propose, Steve?”
Wanda sighed, throwing her hands in the air. “Ok, everyone, just – just focus.”
You were sitting at Steve and Wanda’s kitchen table – because you had to be on neutral ground – playing a game of cards. After Wanda had dropped the bomb-question of where you were going to stay now that you were both together, you had to choose between moving your things to Bucky’s or vice versa. Both of you being stubborn, neither of you wanted to leave your apartment.
So, after Bucky had spotted a deck of cards in his apartment one day, it was settled. You were going to play a game of cards and whoever won would get to choose the apartment.
Bucky and Steve were glaring at you and Wanda, as Steve drew another card.
You narrowed your eyes at Steve as he fanned out his cards in his hands. You heard Wanda sigh next to you. You were split in two teams: you and Wanda, and Steve and Bucky.
Bucky took another card and added it to the ones he was holding already.
He looked at them carefully, a small smile playing on his lips as you tried to keep your cool. “You scared, doll?”
You straightened in your seat. “Not at all, James.”
You drew one more card with Wanda following suit.
“Uh huh!” Steve cheered and lay off his cards spreading them on the table. “Straight fives!”
Bucky smiled wide, high fiving Steve for their victory as you and Wanda threw your cards on the table, irritated.
You sank lower into your chair with your arms crossed over your chest as you watched Bucky congratulating Steve.
Bucky chuckled at the sight of you. “Welcome home, doll.” He winked and you huffed.
“Bucky,” you called, “why do you have to throw all your clothes on the floor?” You tried to side step every piece of clothing that covered the floor as you reached for your charger on the night stand.
“Sorry, doll. I’ll pick them up.” You heard Bucky’s muffled voice from the bathroom. The tap was turned on as he splashed more water, mentally noting what a mess he would have made already.
Nothing really changed since you two had first started living together in the very first apartment almost three years ago.
Bucky was still messy; throwing his clothes on the floor; hardly doing the dishes; not even knowing how a stove works – which was actually kind of o relief for you given the last time he cooked it was a disaster.
However, this time was also different. Bucky was making efforts. He would pick up the clothes and put them in the laundry basket; he’d offer to clean up the table and he’d pick up the list you’d made the night before so he could go grocery shopping.
You’d also get less angry at him; not yelling as much or arguing.
“It’s the honeymoon period.” Wanda had commented, sipping on her cocktail.
“And how long will it last?” You asked kind of bumped out that this stage of your and Bucky’s relationship had an expiration date.
Wanda shrugged. “It depends.”
“You’re due date back to reality.”
Bucky came out of the bathroom, leaning on the doorframe as his eyes followed you around the room where you were picking up random stuff.
“I told you, I’d pick them up.” Bucky smirked. He really liked that specific view.
You were bending over picking up a T-shirt that reeked of alcohol. You scrunched up your nose at the smell. Since when was that one there?
Bucky walked up to you and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling your back flat on his chest.
“Bucky…” You trailed. “We have a lot of work to do.”
He turned you around so you were facing him. God, he looked so pretty. “Relax, doll. It’s Saturday.”
“Exactly. It’s our only free day to catch up with chores.” You argued but wrapped your arms around his neck.
Bucky groaned. “Why…? It’s not that bad.”
You arched an eyebrow. “It took me five minutes just to reach the kitchen. I kept bumping and stepping onto things.” You pointed towards the room. “Take a look.”
Bucky peeked behind your back. It did really look like a pig sty. He sighed, “Ok,” he agreed, “but first…” He scooped you up as you let a yelp of surprise.
“Bucky!” You laughed as he threw you onto the bed, tossing away whatever was on it.
“I gotta do my morning workout, doll.”
There wasn’t much progress done during the rest of the day.
The summer had rolled out pretty quickly and uneventful. You both had work to do during the summer so you didn’t have proper time for vacations, just a few weekends during the summer where you’d take short trips to the beach.
You were working hard and trying your best to take more responsibilities in the office, after having heard from one of your co-workers that Nick was thinking of promoting a few people. That was your sign to get from the bottom of the chain as a trainee to getting a proper position in the office.
Your relationship with Bucky was still in a honeymoon phase – as Wanda had called it – and to be honest, you were glad for that. Sure, you had your occasional head-butting and sometimes the arguments would creep up from the most insignificant things, but it wasn’t anything abnormal. It was you and Bucky after all. You lived to argue and that was kind of a trademark of your relationship.
At first you had to find your way around it. You had lived together before, but the only thing was, you weren’t in a relationship back then. So, now, you both had to make compromises with each other. And it was so much easier this time around.
For instance, you could deal with Bucky’s messiness, not arguing with him about it, under the condition that he would pick up his clothes or whatever it was that was lying around, within 24 hours.
“You guys have some weird ass rules.” Wanda had sneered when you had told her.
“We need to find a middle ground, Wanda. I can’t be the one picking up all his stuff. You know how messy Bucky is.” You scowled.
“Whatever floats your boat.” Wanda mused and didn’t question anything further. She was content with just the fact that you and Bucky were trying to sail this ship that was your relationship, and seeing how happy you both were, she couldn’t help but mentally pat her back for being the wingman – along with Steve.
Bucky also made compromises. Whenever you had important work to do and you were hunched over your laptop, he would make sure, to listen to his music through his headphones or watch TV with the subtitles on. However, he also had made a deal with you on that one. You were not to be working after 10 pm. After 10pm, Bucky would slam your computer screen and force you into bed to rest. You had tried to bargain him on that but he was unmovable.
“I don’t want my girlfriend to burn out.” Bucky had argued.
“But it’s important. I’m trying to get this promotion.” You grumbled.
“You can do that without exhausting yourself, Y/N.”
“But-“ you started but he caught you off with his stern look.
“End of discussion.”
And that was how you tried to squeeze whatever work you had before 10pm. Impossible, you had thought, but you didn’t push it any further.
You were typing something on your computer, when Bucky entered. Your laptop was on your kitchen table, as a cup of coffee was placed next to you.
“Doll, I’m home!” Bucky announced excitedly.
“I heard you, Buck.” You mumbled; your eyes were still glued on the screen.
“And I’m not alone.” Bucky added trying to grab your attention.
“Are Steve and Wanda with you?” You asked idly, typing a few more sentences.
“Someone better.” Bucky mused and that’s when you turned your attention to him.
Your eyes widened in pure shock and horror at the image before you. Bucky was grinning like a fool, proudly, while your heart was pounding in your chest. “BUCKY!” You pointed and jolted up from your seat. “What is this?!”
Bucky frowned. “Our new friend. His name is Rex. A human’s most loyal friend.” Bucky crouched down and patted Rex on the head. “He’s our new dog!”
The dog almost purred in delight at Bucky patting his head. This dog was huge. It almost reached Bucky’s waist. Your eyes went immediately to its jaws and sharp teeth; cold sweat gathering at the corners of your forehead.
“Come on, Y/N.” Bucky motioned. “Say hi to Rex.”
Rex took a few steps towards you and you immediately yelped, jumping onto your seat and climbing to the kitchen table. “Stay away from me.”
“Y/N…” Bucky said disappointed. “Are you afraid?”
“Yes!” You exclaimed, still looking at the dog in front of you.
“What do you mean, why, Buck?”
“I don’t remember you telling me you were afraid of dogs. Has a dog ever bitten you or something?” Bucky asked you.
You nodded unsure. “Sort of.” You gulped. “So, one time, I was in my uncles’ backyard and this huge dog ran towards me and I started running and then it jumped on me and bit me.” You explained.
“When did that happen?”
“In my dream.” You said dead serious.
Bucky was just staring at you before he burst out laughing. “You’re serious?” He breathed through laughing. When you nodded, he stopped. “You can’t be serious, Y/N. That was a dream!”
“A very vivid one that it almost felt like a memory.” You argued. “So, please, take this dog away from me before I have a mental breakdown.”
Bucky sighed. “Thank God, it’s not ours.”
“What?” You turned towards Bucky.
“Steve picked that dog up from the shelter. He and Wanda wanted a new addition.” Bucky explained and you sighed in relief. “I thought maybe seeing the dog would make you want to get one ourselves. I wouldn’t just bring back home a dog without asking you.” Bucky spoke honestly. You felt your heart soften at his words. “So, you can now step down from the table. I’m going to walk him home, to Steve’s.”
Bucky motioned for the dog and patted him again on the head, hooking his leash.
You climbed back down from the table, feeling your stomach sinking as you watched Bucky and Rex walking out of the apartment.
He was so excited about the dog and you just freaked out.
You cursed softly as you slammed the screen of the laptop shut, “Fuck.”
You had to make it up to him.
“I was such a jerk.” You shook your head.
You and Wanda were strolling around town, a couple of shopping bags hanging from your arms. It had been some time since you and Wanda had your girly time where you would go shopping, grab lunch and just gossip.
“I mean, Y/N, come on,” Wanda shifted her gaze from the shop’s window to you, “you turned down the dog because of a dream.” Wanda snorted.
“A traumatizing dream.” You murmured and Wanda glared at you. You sighed frustrated. “Ok, ok, you’re right. I am stupid, ok? But I want to make it up to him.” You admitted. It’s been three days since that had happened and although Bucky said it was ok that you didn’t want a dog, you could tell, he was sad about it. “I can’t keep seeing him mopping around like this.”
Wanda crossed her arms on her chest. “So, what are you thinking? Because I know you have something in mind.” She pointed a finger at you.
You chuckled. “You know me better than anyone.”
“Spit it out.” Wanda narrowed her eyes at you.
“Ok, so I want to surprise Bucky and I want your help.” You explained. “Are you going to help?”
Wanda smirked at you. “Consider it done.”
“Ok, little one, we’re going to surprise, Bucky. I want you to be in your best behavior. We have to make a good impression.” You were on your knees, eye level with the feline that was looking at you as if you were crazy. “What am I doing?” You mumbled. You ran your fingers through her fur which earned you a content purr from her.
You heard the jiggling of the keys and your heart immediately raced. “Remember what I told you.” You pointed at the poor cat.
You stood up and made your way to the couch, taking a quick glance at the feline who was sprawled in her box.
“Honey, I’m home!” Bucky cheered as he entered the living room.
You tried to play it cool, as you grabbed the book from the table, pretending to read.
“Hey Buck.” You said casually.
“Hey, doll.” Bucky plopped on the couch next to you. His fingers found their way to your hair, twirling the strands around his thumb and forefinger.
You closed the book and dropped it beside you.
“How was your day with Wanda?” Bucky asked casually.
“It was nice. We went shopping.” You turned to look at him properly. “I may have gotten you something.” You smiled innocently.
“Don’t tell me it’s another button-up. I prefer T-shirts, Y/N.”
“I promise you, it’s not a button-up.” You stood up from the couch and Bucky furrowed his brows in confusion as he watched you going around the couch.
You kneeled and carefully took the small feline in your arms.
“Y/N-“ Bucky started when you turned around and his eyes widened.
“Here she is.” You cooed as you held the small cat in your arms. “Say hi to Bucky.”
Bucky’s face was lit like a Christmas tree. “You got a cat?!”
“I did! Do you want to hold her?” You motioned and passed the cat to him.
“It’s a she?!” Bucky asked as he looked at her with a smile on his face.
You nodded. “Yes.”
“Where did you get her?” Bucky looked at you.
“From the shelter Steve got Rex from.” You smiled at how happy Bucky looked. “I’m sorry, Bucky, for the other day. I know I acted like a child.” You sighed. “But when I saw the look on your face, I felt horrible.”
Bucky placed a hand on your thigh. “It’s alright, doll. I wouldn’t want to make you uncomfortable.” He squeezed your thigh. “Even if it was just a dream that was tormenting you.” He chuckled.
You shook your head playfully. “When I saw her in the shelter I knew I had to get her. She was the prettiest and the most playful. She was making those noises, she reminded me of you, and so I had to get her.”
“I thought you didn’t want any pets.” Bucky said.
“I didn’t want a dog. There’s a difference.” You pointed.
Bucky brushed his knuckles on her fur and she leaned further into him. “She’s coy.”
“Just like you!” You both said at the same time and laughed.
“Thank you, Y/N.” Bucky caressed your cheek and just like the cat, you leaned into him. “You’re just as coy as her.”
You rolled your eyes smiling. “So, how do you want to name her?” You asked as you sat straight.
Bucky hummed. “What about…” he looked at the feline that was half-asleep in his arms, “what about Alpine?” He mused.
You furrowed your brows in thought, “You know what,” you nodded, “I like it. I think it suits her. Although it reminds me of a cereal brand.”
Bucky chuckled. “I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear this.” You pouted and Bucky leaned in and pecked your lips. “But yeah, I think it suits her. Alpine.”
The small feline purred again and you both nodded.
“Yup. Alpine it is.”
Who would’ve thought that you and Bucky would be living together again, but this time as a couple, and on top of that you would have a cat together. Where was this domesticity coming from, you had no idea, but you quite liked it.
That night when you walked into the living room after your shower, and saw Bucky passed out on the couch with Alpine on his chest; you couldn’t help but smile at the image.
This was a picture you never thought you’d ever see yet now you couldn’t get enough of.
You grabbed your phone from the kitchen table and snapped a picture. You looked fondly at it; your stomach was full of butterflies.
That was how you wanted it to always be.
“Bucky! Your phone is ringing!” You called for Bucky as he was in the shower. You were trying to finish up a document, frustrated that you couldn’t find the correct words.
Bucky’s phone kept buzzing, making you more frustrated. You peeked behind your screen and saw a name flashing. ‘Rebecca’. You frowned as Rebecca rarely called Bucky. The siblings usually preferred to text each other, as Bucky had mentioned.
Bucky padded through the floor and grabbed the phone quickly. He pressed ‘accept’ and started talking as he walked into the bedroom.
You looked at him confused. Bucky was never the type of person who needed privacy to talk on the phone. He didn’t care who was listening to him whether it was a private conversation or not.
You tried not to think about it as you went back into your work.
You were ready to sign off with the date when it hit you. Bucky’s birthday was in three days. Your eyes widened at the realization.
“Oh shit.” You mumbled to yourself as Bucky reappeared in the room. His hair still wet from the shower he had taken.
“Everything alright, doll?” He asked casually as he opened the fridge to grab a beer.
“Yeah,” you croaked, “everything fine.”
What were you going to do?
“So, what are you planning?” Wanda asked, taking a bite of her salad.
“I have no idea.” You groaned.
The next day, during your lunch break you met up with Wanda to grab a bite and start planning what you were going to do for Bucky’s birthday.
“Well, from what I heard from Steve, Bucky is not really a birthday kind-of guy.”
You furrowed your brows. “How so?”
Wanda shrugged. “He didn’t go into details. He mentioned not really wanting to celebrate it, that’s all.”
You frowned. “Bucky is a party animal. He celebrates even waking up. How come he doesn’t like celebrating his birthday?”
“Your knowledge is as good as mine.” Wanda sipped from her water.
You played with your food, poking it around with your fork. You were deep in thought. Bucky never mentioned before that he didn’t like celebrating his birthday and from what you could recall when you first had met, he wasn’t around during his birthday. Back then, you didn’t know when his birthday was since you weren’t even friends yet, but now that you combed through your memory, it was the day he came home pissed drunk that he even forgot his keys. He had been grumpy all day. Did that have anything to do with it? You had no idea.
“Should we surprise him?” You asked. “Like a surprise party like you did for my birthday? Do you think he’d like it?” You rubbed your hands on your thighs nervously. If Bucky hated his birthday, that put a whole lot of pressure onto you to make him happy.
Wanda scrunched her nose in thought, but then nodded. “Sure. I think he’d like it. Might consider changing his mind about his birthday after all.”
You sure hoped he did.
It was the day of Bucky’s birthday. You woke with a nervous feeling, but also excitement with what you and Wanda had been scheming for tonight. When you woke up, Bucky wasn’t next to you. You stretched and after going to the bathroom, you walked into the kitchen to find Bucky already up and dressed; a cup of coffee in his hand.
He must have been deep in thought as he didn’t notice you entering the kitchen.
“Good morning, Buck.” You smiled at him as you went to grab a mug for yourself.
“Good morning, doll.” He gave you a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes.
You were sipping your coffee in silence, as you studied Bucky’s behavior. He seemed to be in a world of his own. Maybe he thought you didn’t remember his birthday?
For a moment, you were tempted to reach over to him, wrap your arms around his neck and wish him ‘happy birthday’ as you showered him in kisses.
But you had to remember it was a surprise party you were planning.
Wanda would kill you.
“So,” you started unsure, “do you want us to do anything tonight?” You asked casually.
Bucky shook his head lightly as if he was shaking away what he had been thinking. “Sure. Want to go for dinner?”
You nodded. “What time are you going to be home?” You asked wanting to make sure what time he would be here so you knew how much time you had left to prepare everything.
“Is 7 ok?”
“Yup.” You finished you coffee and took a step towards him. You stood in front of him and went on your tiptoes to place a soft kiss on his lips. He seemed tensed at first but he kissed back.
“See you tonight.” You said as he nodded.
“Yeah.” He whispered and then, left the apartment after patting Alpine on the head, the cat purring in satisfaction.
As soon as the door closed behind him, you let out a breath. You didn’t really like his behavior this morning, but judging from what Wanda had told you about not liking to celebrate his birthday you thought maybe that had to be it. You just hoped he’d like what you had planned.
“Alpine, I hope Bucky will like it.” Alpine just let a purr and you laughed.
Everything was ready. The balloons were all around the room, the cake was in the fridge and the champagne was chilling in the freezer.
Steve had informed you not to invite a lot of people since Bucky wouldn’t have liked it, and just rather prefer to be the lot of you on this day. You agreed, so it was just you, Wanda, Steve and Alpine.
“What do you think, Alpine?” You rested your arms on your hips. “Do you think he’ll like it?”
Steve chuckled. “I think she approves.” Alpine jumped onto the couch. You saw her ears perking up watching the balloons around the room. Thankfully, they were out of her reach or else she would’ve popped them with these claws of hers.
“What time is Bucky coming again?” Wanda asked from the kitchen as she checked the cake.
“7.” You replied and took a glance at your wrist watch. “He should be here any minute.” Your heart was racing in your chest.
“So, we wait.” Steve said and you nodded.
“We wait.” You breathed.
You had propped your arms on your thighs, your head resting in your palms.
You checked your phone once more. 9pm. Bucky was nowhere in sight.
You had sent him messages, asking him when he was going to be back home, but he never replied. Wanda and Steve had tried to text him as well, but they had no luck.
You pressed on Bucky’s number and brought your phone to your ear. His phone was turned off.
You sighed and tried to keep it together, not wanting to break down in front of Steve.
“It’s turned off.” You replied nonchalantly.
Wanda was sitting on Steve’s lap on the couch opposite yours. They were giving you sympathetic stares, not really knowing what to say to comfort you. You hated being pitied on.
Your knee was going up and down nervously as you kept checking your phone. Still nothing.
When it was 10pm, you gave up every hope. Alpine was on your feet rubbing her body on your shin. You caressed her fur and she leaned even closer – Alpine had sensed how you felt and was trying to cheer you up.
“You guys can go home, if you want.” You told them – your voice was a little hoarse.
“Are you sure?” Wanda frowned.
“Maybe we can wait a bit more.” Steve offered.
You chuckled dryly. “What for? James is not coming.” You stood up from the couch.
Wanda and Steve shared a look at the use of Bucky’s name. You were pissed, but also upset. You felt like an idiot, preparing a party only for Bucky to not turn up in the end.
“Maybe something came up?” Wanda suggested.
“Humor me.” You snapped and sighed. “Sorry, Wanda.” You ran a hand through your hair. “Guys, thanks for everything, but you can go home now. There’s no celebration happening tonight.”
Steve and Wanda hesitated but nodded. They bid their goodbyes and Wanda told you to text her if you needed anything. You just nodded, not trusting your voice.
When they had left, you let a few tears escape your eyes. You had prepared food for a nice dinner; you had gone to three different bakeries to choose the best cake and you almost forgot the champagne, making Wanda drive you to the other side of town to get your favorite.
All for nothing.
You let a frustrated sigh.
You kicked your heels and dropped onto the couch. Alpine lay next to you as your fingers were tracing her fur. “We are alone, Alpine.”
The cat leaned her head further into your side.
You were popping the balloons along with Alpine which as soon as you held the balloons on her level, she started attacking them.
You popped one more, when you heard the jiggling of keys.
Your tears were dry by now, leaving you with mascara stains on your cheeks.
“Y/N?” Bucky furrowed his brows at the sight of you. He looked around the room confused for a second, and then realization hit him as he cursed softly.
You checked the time. It was 11:30. “Surprise...” You faked cheered.
Bucky winced. “Shit, doll. I – I was caught up with something.”
“You don’t have to make excuses, James.” You stood up from the couch, letting Alpine tear to shreds the deflating balloons. You made your way to the bedroom, wanting to change.
Bucky followed you. “Y/N, I swear, I – I lost track of time.”
You snorted. “You don’t have to excuse yourself, Buck. I only wanted to surprise you. On your birthday.” You snickered.
Bucky ran a hand through his hair. “You didn’t have to.”
“Are you fucking kidding me right now?” You gaped at him. “I wanted to celebrate your birthday. Make you feel special this day more than anything. Like you had done for me. I wanted for us to spend your birthday together.” Your voice was getting wet from tears. Bucky was looking at his hands. “Why do you hate your birthday, Bucky?”
The question caught him off guard as his eyes snapped to yours. He tensed at that and for a split second you felt guilty. He let out a breath as if trying to gain some sort of confidence before he started speaking. “My parents died on my birthday.”
You felt your heart break at the sound of it. You knew that Bucky’s parents weren’t alive; that they died in a car accident years ago as Bucky had confessed to you, but he never mentioned that it was on his birthday. You felt your throat tight – you felt like a jerk once again. “Bucky, I’m sorry – I didn’t… I didn’t know.”
“You don’t have to be, Y/N. I know. I should’ve told you. It’s that…” he sighed, “Whenever this day rolls around, it’s not just a celebration of my birth but also their death anniversary.” He let out a breath, “I haven’t celebrated it since then. I can’t. I feel like I’m dishonoring them by celebrating me being born while they’re dead.” His voice was hoarse.
You pulled him into a tight hug. “You don’t have to explain yourself, Buck. I’m sorry for bringing it up. I just wanted to make you feel happy and now I feel stupid because I made you feel miserable.” You whispered, a few tears slipping down your cheeks.
“It’s ok, doll. You didn’t know.” Bucky whispered, holding you tight.
You pulled away to look at him. “So where were you?”
“At Rebecca’s. My battery died on the way there and I swear, Y/N, I didn’t want to forget our dinner date but I shouldn’t have promised anything. This day had always been weird for me. Me and Rebecca kind of comfort each other. Even if she kicks my butt to stop dwelling and have a proper birthday celebration for once.” He chuckled sadly. “Too late now.” Bucky looked at you and smiled sadly.
You smiled at him. “Maybe not too late.” You checked the time on your watch. 5 minutes to 12. “We still have 5 minutes before the day is over.” You took his hand and led him to the kitchen.
“Y/N, what are you doing?” He trailed behind you.
“Go sit on the couch with Alpine.” You instructed and he fake-saluted you, but did as he was told.
You took the cake out of the fridge and lit the candles. You poured champagne in the glasses that were waiting on the counter. You held the cake in your hands as you slowly made your way to living room, singing ‘happy birthday’ to him.
Bucky grinned at you as Alpine was purring in his lap.
When you were right in front of him, you said, “Make a wish.”
He looked at you and then blew the candles out.
“Happy birthday, Buck.” You leaned in and kissed him.
“Thank you, doll.”
You drank champagne and ate the cake on the couch, arms lazily wrapped around each other with Alpine smothered between you two.
“Oh, I forgot!” You exclaimed, slipping from Bucky’s embrace as you ran to the bedroom and picked the box you had left on your nightstand.
You came back as Bucky was looking at you confused.
You held your arms out as the box was sitting on your palms. “Happy birthday, Buck.”
“Doll,” he was looking lost, “you didn’t have to.”
“Oh, I sure did.” You smirked at him. “Come on, open it.” You encouraged.
He took it unsure in his hands and opened it. “Y/N…” He smiled. “It’s really beautiful.”
“Now you won’t lose track of time again.” You chuckled as you helped Bucky wear the wrist watch you had brought him.
You touched his wrist and turned it so it faced upwards.
‘Always on time’ the engraving read. You winked at him.
Bucky leaned in and kissed you deeply. “Thank you, Y/N.” He murmured on your lips. “I love you so much.”
“I love you too, Buck.”
Maybe Bucky would change his mind about celebrating his birthday.
Maybe this wasn’t a good idea. Alcohol and truth should never get mixed together. It was like fire and gasoline, it made things blow up.
You slammed the door of the apartment almost hitting Bucky in the face but he was quick to catch the door.
“Why are you mad?” Bucky asked exasperated.
“I’m not mad!” You raised your voice. “I’m perfectly fine!”
“You don’t seem fine!” Bucky shouted.
You and Bucky were having a double date night with Wanda and Steve. After dinner, Wanda had the exceptional idea to play Truth or Drink. While you weren’t really in the mood to either drink or spill your guts, everyone was breathing on your neck to ‘let loose and join the fun’. So, you did.
You had managed to dodge a few drinks and actually, honestly answer the questions that both Steve and Wanda were throwing your direction. Bucky was doing the same, until one question.
“Ok, Buck,” Wanda folded her hands together, “serious question.” You rolled your eyes. If this question was like the previous ones, it wasn’t going to be serious at all. Every question pretty much involved your sex life, which made you uncomfortable and irritable at how easily Bucky answered as if it wasn’t your intimate life he was talking about.
“Bring it on, Wanda.” Bucky chuckled. “I have barely drunk throughout this game and it’s supposed to be truth or drink after all.” You snorted.
“Ok, would you like to be married to Y/N?” The smirk faded from Bucky’s lips as soon as Wanda’s words left her mouth.
You turned over him, your heart beating fast in your chest. Have you ever thought about marriage? Of course you had and you wanted to. But you never thought about marriage with Bucky. And honestly, as far as you think, Bucky didn’t seem the type of guy who would like to be tied down. That made your heart clench, but you impatiently waited for his answer.
Bucky thought about it before grabbing the glass and downing the drink.
Your heart broke at the lack of response but you knew you were right deep down. He didn’t want to be married to you.
It shouldn’t have bothered you as much as it did. You weren’t even a whole year together, so who would’ve thought about marriage at this point? But still. You’d like to know how he felt and whether you admitted it out loud or not, you’d like it even more if his response was a positive one.
You crossed your arms in your chest as you stood in the middle of the living room with Bucky now facing you. “Why didn’t you answer to Wanda’s question?”
“About what position you like during sex?” He asked. “I thought you wouldn’t like to disclose such intimate information.” Bucky smirked.
You narrowed your eyes at him. “I’m not talking about that one.” You snarled. “Why didn’t you answer about whether you’d like to marry me?”
“I didn’t think it was that important.” He shrugged. “And plus, I needed a drink.”
You shook your head. “You know, you weren’t going to hurt me if you answered.” He looked at you. “It wouldn’t change anything if you said you wouldn’t marry me.”
“So,” he hesitated, “you wouldn’t like to get married?” He asked. “Or you wouldn’t like to get married to me?”
“Does it matter?” You arched an eyebrow.
“Can’t you just answer the damn question?!” He growled. Why was he getting angry all of the sudden?
“The question was aimed at you.” You emphasized ‘you’. “Not me. So, you should’ve answered. I don’t have to answer to anything.”
“You,” Bucky highlighted the word, “were the one who made a huge deal out of it!” He shouted.
You just gaped at him before you stormed off to your bedroom and slammed the door.
Why did it bother you so much that he avoided answering it? Why did it hurt that he probably doesn’t want to get married? And why did it sting that he didn’t want to get married to you specifically?
You grabbed a pillow and a blanket from bed and went back to the living room. Bucky was sitting on the couch with a beer bottle in his hand.
You dropped the stuff on the couch. “Goodnight, Buck.” You gave him a tight-lipped smile and heard swear softly under his breath before retreating back into the bedroom.
“It clearly bothers you, Y/N.” Wanda pointed out.
“It doesn’t!” You defended.
You were in your apartment, for your usual movie night. Bucky and Steve were sitting on the couch drinking beer while you and Wanda were serving the pizzas Wanda had made. She was a great cook and you always encouraged her to pursue a culinary career but she always dismissed it as being too risky.
Wanda arched an eyebrow. You sighed. “Ok, it does.” You admitted defeated. “It does bother me that he didn’t answer. He should’ve had the guts to just spit it out. I wasn’t expecting for him to want a marriage. For Christ’s sake! We haven’t even reached a whole year together. I just wanted for him to be honest at least. The uncertainty kills me.”
“Because deep down you have hopes that he actually wants to get married? Or more like wants to marry you?” Wanda emphasized the last word.
“Maybe…” You trailed. “I don’t know, Wanda.”
“Ok, don’t lose your mind over it. Like you said, it hasn’t even been a year since you guys started dating for real.”
You furrowed your eyebrows. “For real?”
Wanda chuckled. “No one would have known you two weren’t together from the way you two acted. You were acting like a couple.”
“No, we didn’t?”
“Whatever, Y/N.” Wanda waved you off, opening the oven to take the pizza out. “By the way,” Wanda placed the tray on the counter, “speaking of your one year anniversary – it’s approaching. Have you thought what you’re going to do?”
You bit your lip as you shook your head. “I have no idea.”
“Y/N! WANDA!” Steve and Bucky called. “What are you girls doing? We’re waiting for you to start the movie!” Bucky said.
Wanda motioned for you to follow her to the living room, handing you one plate with a pizza on it, while she was holding another. “We’ll figure something out.” She said quietly. “Maybe Bucky has something planned.” She smirked.
“Sure.” You sneered.
You placed the plates on the coffee table in front of the guys. “You know,” you took a seat next to Bucky as he reached to take a slice, “you guys, could’ve helped more. You were here drinking beers while we were preparing the pizzas.”
Bucky took a bite of the pizza. “Technically, Wanda was preparing the pizza.”
You elbowed him on the ribs as he wolf-laughed.
“We were picking a movie.” Steve defended. “That’s hard work. We had to take into consideration everyone’s taste so we could find the perfect one.”
“Oh yeah?” Wanda arched an eyebrow as she took a slice herself. “What did you pick then?”
“Top Gun.” Steve and Bucky said at the same time looking at each other and then laughing.
You rolled your eyes. “You guys are terrible.”
“But you love us.” Bucky placed an arm around your shoulder, bringing your closer to his chest as he kissed the top of your head.
“We can’t argue with that, Buck.” Wanda winked as she tucked herself under Steve’s arm.
“We can’t.” You sighed.
As Steve pressed play and the movie started playing, you kept thinking about your anniversary with Bucky. Will he remember it?
It was just a month away which meant you either had plenty of time to think about it or you had nothing. Would you plan on anything? Or just a simple dinner at home would suffice? Too many questions were running around your mind.
You shook yourself out of the thoughts and tried to enjoy the movie.
Even though you hated Top Gun.
“Why did I have to wear this tie?” Bucky whined. “And the shoes are uncomfortable. Couldn’t I just wear my running shoes? Or my Henley?” This was the tenth complain you had heard come out of Bucky’s mouth just the last thirty minutes alone.
You rolled your eyes, a glass of champagne in hand. “This is an office party. The dress code was formal, James. Not getting ready to be pissed drunk by the end of the night.” You scolded him.
The law firm you were working for was having a party for its notorious clients and the hardworking employees. You were, of course, invited as everyone you had been working with for almost a year. Nick had told you that this party would be a great opportunity to socialize with high profile clients and start getting a name for yourself.
You were still working hard on getting the promotion from Nick and from what rumor had it – you were in a very good track.
You dragged Bucky along with you, since you hated just standing there alone and try to socialize, even if you had to. Bucky was always the social out of the two of you and also you needed him as your support. He was your boyfriend after all.
But Bucky kept complaining about how boring this party was and how much he hated the clothes you picked out for him.
“But you look incredibly sexy I must admit.” His lips were near your ear, his voice husky.
He slid his hands on your waist. “Bucky.” You warned. “We’re at my office’s party. Behave.”
He let out a frustrated sigh and dropped his hands from your waist. “Where’s the bar?” He asked looking around.
“There.” You pointed at the direction the bar was. “Don’t get pissed drunk.” You said as Bucky walked away.
“Great.” You mumbled. “So much for being my support.”
“Nick tells me you’re really skilled.” The man that was introduced to you as ‘Brock’ commented. A small smile playing on his lips – well most likely a smirk.
You smiled politely, shifting a bit uncomfortable under his gaze. If it wasn’t for the fact that he was a great and valuable affiliate, you would have walked away.
You looked a bit around the room, but Bucky was still nowhere in sight. You were kind of thankful for that so that you could solely focus on Brock in front of you. You had to make a good impression.
“I’m trying what I can.” You smiled back and took a sip of your drink.
Brock took a step closer to you and you almost backed away. He was really close to you that you could smell the whiskey on his breath. He had the kind of beauty and attractiveness Thor had, but Brock was much scarier. It kind of repulsed you in a way that you couldn’t really pinpoint exactly.
“Maybe you can come to my office one day. See you in action and all that.” His voice had dropped so low, it made you hold your breath. “I think we might work well together.”
“Y/N doesn’t really work well with others.” Bucky’s voice had you release of breath of relief. His arm found the way to your waist as he pulled you flushed on his chest. “Well, apart from me.” Bucky smirked.
You stared at him and you immediately knew. He had been drinking at the bar, the alcohol was reeking off him and his eyes were wild. His grip on you was tight you almost thought it’d leave a mark. His anger was radiating off him and you knew things wouldn’t escalate well.
You took a glimpse at Brock who had pursed his lips watching you two.
“Who is he?” Brock asked you – his voice laced with annoyance.
Before you could speak, Bucky beat you to it. “I’m her husband.”
You looked at Bucky giving him a glare of ‘what the fuck are you doing’. He seemed completely unfazed as he was too busy glaring at Brock.
Brock gave you a tight-lipped smile. “Oh, sorry, I didn’t know.” He nodded towards you. “I didn’t see a ring, Y/N, so I thought you were single.” He swallowed.
“We took the rings for fixing. Y/N has very delicate fingers.” Bucky brushed his knuckles on your hands.
“Again, my apologies.” Brock smiled awkwardly at you before fleeing away.
As soon as Brock was out of sight you detached yourself from Bucky.
“What the hell, James?” You hissed not wanting to attract attention.
Bucky was looking at you. He was mad. “He was flirting with you.”
“He is an affiliate of the company. I might just have lost my big shot.” You accused him.
“Your big shot at what? Ending up in his bed?” He snickered.
“Fuck you, James.” You growled. “You know I would’ve never done that. So, don’t even go there.”
“He was really close to you.” His jaw was clenched. He was one step away from you. “I don’t want anyone else touching you.” He breathed close to your ear.
“You’re drunk.” You stated.
“And you’re hot.” Bucky’s voice was low it made you shiver.
“Bucky we’re still at my office’s party, accusing me of cheating on you while you’re drunk as hell.” You narrowed your eyes as you crossed your arms on your chest.
Bucky chuckled darkly. He reached for you and pulled you into his arms. “First off, fuck the party,” the way he said ‘fuck’ made your skin hot, “second, sorry for that, I didn’t mean it like that, I meant that this creep had you cornered; and lastly, I’m not drunk. At least not from alcohol. I’m drunk on you.” His voice was husky.
“Buck, we’re still at the party.” You warned him.
“Then, let’s get the hell out of here.”
Bucky dragged you out of the party and into the car, almost speeding off to your house. Although you hated to admit, you liked the way he got so jealous. You tried to hide your smirk as he climbed onto the driver’s seat.
As soon as the door of the apartment closed, Bucky had you pinned on the wall, his lips attaching your neck.
You let out a soft moan and Bucky hummed in satisfaction.
“Buck…” You breathed. Bucky just grunted as he continued kissing your neck. “Buck, why did you say you were my husband?”
Bucky stopped moving as he looked at you in a ‘are you serious’ kind of look. You knew you were killing the mood, but his word hasn’t left your mind from the moment he spoke them.
Bucky chuckled. “You had to say this right now, hadn’t you?” You were just staring at him, waiting for him to respond. He just shrugged. “It just came into my mind. Didn’t think it’d bother you that much.” His eyes dropped and you almost saw a hint of sadness.
“It bothered me because you lied to a potential employer of mine.” You spoke.
Bucky took several steps away from you as he walked to the fridge grabbing a beer.
Yup, the mood was definitely killed. But you had to know.
“I mean, you were all lawyers there. Isn’t that what you do for a living? Lie to people?” He took a swing of his beer, he seemed mad again.
“This is not what we do.” You sneered.
Bucky held his hands in surrender. “Ok, I’m sorry.” He sighed. “Can we just drop it? I was drunk and I said what came into my mind because I got jealous. End of story.”
“You said you’re not drunk.” You scowled.
“Well, yeah, I lied.” Bucky sneered. “I’m a liar after all.”
You sighed frustrated. “This was not how it was going two minutes ago.”
“Yeah, well, sorry, Y/N. I wasn’t the one who were so bothered because I said I was your husband.” Bucky argued. “Or was it because it was me posing as your husband?” He highlighted the word ‘me’.
“I never said that.” You said quietly.
Bucky was not standing in front of you. “Then what is it that bugged you so much?” He whispered.
Should you just tell him that ever since that night playing ‘Truth or Drink’ and the stupid question Wanda had asked, you kept thinking of how you and Bucky would look like getting married. How you even dreamed of your wedding day. And Bucky was there beside you.
Until he wasn’t. It would be crazy. Bucky didn’t want this.
So you just stood there looking at him. You couldn’t say any of that.
Bucky just chuckled dryly and stepped away. He grabbed his keys and slammed the door shut, leaving you alone.
Alpine meowed from the noise as she had been sleeping soundlessly on the couch. She stretched and slowly made her way to your feet, looking up at you, almost as sad as you.
“Why do I keep fucking up so badly, Alpine?”
The cat just scratched her nails on your shins wanting for you to pick her up.
You picked her up and she curled herself in your arms.
“Thank God for you, Alpine.”
That night you slept with Alpine curled at your feet without Bucky beside you.
The next morning you found Bucky in the kitchen still wearing last night’s clothes. You mentally thanked Nick for giving you the day off after the party so you didn’t have to leave your apartment.
“I made you coffee.” Bucky handed you a cup and you thanked him.
You stood there silently, not really knowing what to say. You just had to suck it up and talk to him.
You took a deep breath and spoke. “I’m sorry.” You both said at the same time.
“I guess we were thinking the same thing.” Bucky chuckled.
“Great minds think alike?” You offered.
Bucky approached you wrapping his arms around your waist. Your faces were inches apart. “Let’s just forget yesterday. I don’t want us to fight, Y/N.” You sneaked your arms around his neck. “I mean, yeah, arguing is kind of our thing but I got used to us being more like this.” He pulled you even closer, brushing his lips on yours.
“I got used to it as well.” You hummed.
“So, do we pick up from where we left?” He smiled.
“Remind me where we had left.” You smirked.
“It would be my pleasure, doll.” Bucky whispered.
He leaned in and kissed you intensely.
You were too deep into the kiss, when you heard meowing from beneath you.
Bucky broke the kiss. “Someone’s jealous.” He looked over at Alpine who was looking at you. He crouched down and ran his fingers through her fur, Alpine leaning into his touch. She was just like you.
“She missed you last night.” You chuckled.
“I missed my girls as well. Steve’s snoring was unbearable. I don’t know how Wanda puts up with it.”
“You’re one to talk. You should ask me how I put up with your snoring.” You pointed.
Bucky furrowed his brows in confusion. “Weird. I haven’t heard anything.”
You rolled your eyes. “I’ll record you next time. Make you sleep on it. See how you like it.”
“Cruel.” He was back on his feet, arms wrapped around your torso.
You laughed. “Exactly how you like it.”
Bucky smirked. “Exactly.”
The rest of the day you continued from where you had left off.
You narrowed your eyes at Bucky who was laughing with Steve across the backyard.
When you and Bucky settled to his apartment, Steve and Wanda rented the one you were living previously, so you were hanging out more. Sometimes in your apartment, sometimes at theirs. Rex was in the apartment so you didn’t have any interactions with the big dog. Steve and Wanda made sure you were comfortable, so whenever you were around, they made sure Rex was in another room.
The weather was getting warmer as spring was approaching and along with it, your anniversary with Bucky. You still had no idea whether Bucky remembered or not, but you didn’t dare say anything.
“Do you think he remembers?” You asked Wanda as your eyes were still following Bucky who had already downed two beers since you arrived.
“You should have more faith in him, Y/N.” Wanda smirked. “And anyway, why wouldn’t he?”
You sighed, “I don’t know. He hasn’t mentioned anything.”
“And you did?” Wanda arched an eyebrow. You shook your head ‘no’. “You see? What should he say?” She arranged the plates on the wooden table that was in the corner of the backyard. You were having a ‘barbeque’ but you avoided the word after what had happened last time, you all agreed not to have barbeques – well, you just avoided the word, but you still gathered together in the backyard of your apartments, having lunch.
Wanda had prepared all the food and you felt guilty for not having done anything, so you brought dessert.
“It’s cheesecake.” You had informed Wanda as you handed it to her to put it in the fridge.
“We got it from the bakery across the street. It has the best desserts.” Bucky smiled and you elbowed him.
“What?” He groaned.
“Did you have to say that we got it store-bought?” You asked annoyed.
“But we did?” He offered confused.
“They didn’t have to know.” You pointed. “They’ll think I don’t know how to bake.”
“But you don’t.” Bucky muttered and you scoffed at him.
Steve and Wanda were laughing at your interaction. “You two act like an old married couple.” Steve chuckled.
“It’s cute.” Wanda winked.
You were sitting around the table eating when Wanda spoke. “So you guys have anything planned for next weekend?” You looked at Wanda suspicious as she gave you a small smile. Next weekend was your anniversary with Bucky. She was baiting him.
“I have to go to my sister’s. She is moving so she needs help. It’ll probably take me all day.” Bucky responded and your breath hitched at your throat.
“You never said anything about Rebecca moving.” You replied calmly.
Bucky shrugged. “Might have slipped my mind. It’s not so long ago she decided it anyway.”
Your face fell a little but you tried not to show it. Wanda gave you a sympathetic smile as Steve looked over at Bucky.
So, he did forget. Your anniversary was on Saturday and he chose to help his sister with the moving AND crush at her house afterwards. You gripped the fork in your palm, your knuckles turning white.
“You ok, Y/N?” Bucky frowned.
You gave him a small smile. “Yeah, perfect.”
All week you were upset. You tried to suppress it but the fact that Bucky had forgotten your anniversary, hurt you more than you cared to admit.
Wanda had tried to comfort you, but you just waved her off saying you were fine. It was fine. Perfectly fine that your boyfriend forgot your first anniversary after everything you two had gone through. God, you were bitter.
Bucky was also acting weird as well. After work, he would be sneaking out saying he was going out with Steve and a couple friends from work or that he needed to help Rebecca.
It was Friday night and Bucky had gone out with his friends from work, as he had informed you. He was all dressed up and you had eyed him suspiciously, but you let it slide. You held a small hope inside you that he may just remember it even the last minute. Tomorrow was your anniversary and you felt like shit.
It was past midnight, and you couldn’t sleep. You were laying on the couch with your nightgown on and Alpine spread next to you. The TV was playing some movie you haven’t heard about, but you muted it leaving it playing in the background.
“He didn’t remember, Alpine.” You ran your knuckles over her white fur.
You sighed and were ready to stand up from the couch and retreat to your bedroom when your phone started ringing.
It was Steve.
You answered it confused. “Steve?” You said. “Aren’t you with Bucky?”
You heard some background noise and you adjusted your phone properly, feeling your heart picking up its pace. “Steve is everything alright?”
“Y/N, it’s Bucky.” Steve said hurriedly. “He’s…” he hesitated and you started pacing the room back and forth, Alpine doing the same. “He’s not good, Y/N. You have to come.”
Wanda was knocking at your door, calling your name.
“Steve, tell me where you are.” You tried to say calmly, as you opened the door to find a distressed Wanda.
“I texted Wanda the address. She’ll drive you here.” Steve said as Wanda was watching you panicked.
“Ok, Steve-“ you said before hanging up, “please, take care of him. We’re coming.”
“I will, Y/N.”
And you hung up the phone.
“Wanda, we need to go.” You said hurriedly, as you tried to put your shoes on.
“Yes, Steve told me. I have the address.” She motioned for you to follow you.
You stepped out of the apartment, your heart racing faster than the car Wanda was driving.
You didn’t even have the mind to change into a proper outfit as you left the apartment in your nightgown.
Wanda pulled up in front of a luxury hotel and you furrowed your brows as you stepped out of the car, the air making you shiver as you were only wearing your nightgown.
“Come on.” Wanda took your arm dragging you inside.
“What are we doing here?” You asked confused as you took a look around the building. God, it seemed expensive as hell and you were walking inside with your nightgown and sandals.
“This is the address Steve texted me.” Wanda said as you stood in front of the huge elevators with Wanda punching the buttons.
You caught a few people giving you a weird look, probably from the way you were dressed but your mind was on Bucky. What the hell Bucky was doing in this hotel? He had said he was going out for drinks with his friends. Maybe the hotel had a bar, but you couldn’t really place Bucky or his other friends from the garage as the guys who would turn up for beers at this kind of hotel’s bar.
You stepped into the elevator a mixture of worry and nervousness.
Then, you thought about how Bucky was all dressed up. What if he lied to you and he wasn’t with his friend but with another woman in this hotel. The thought alone made you shiver.
The elevator ringed signaling for you that you reached the floor. Wanda was looking around the corridor of the rooms. Wanda led you to a fly of stairs and you climbed it.
“Wanda, tell me that you didn’t drag me here in my nightgown to find Bucky cheating on me with another woman.” You snarled as you reached the doors of the roof garden. It was pitched black.
Wanda opened the glass door. “Wanda, I swear if that’s the case I’m jumping off.” You threatened as you glared at her trying to gawk any reaction from her.
Just as you were about to speak, a voice stopped you.
“I wouldn’t like to see that happening, doll.” Just then, the lights went on and you saw Bucky standing across from you. The dim lights combined with the starry night as you were standing on top of the building with the whole city beneath, was breathtaking.
There were flower petals and candles and in the middle of everything, Bucky was standing there more handsome than ever. Steve, Natasha and Wanda were standing on the side as you stood frozen a couple of steps away from where Bucky was standing opposite you.
“Buck…” You croaked still shocked.
“Y/N.” Bucky smirked. “You didn’t see that coming, right?”
You shook your head ‘no’, your eyes still wide. Then, you turned to Wanda. “You knew about this?”
Wanda bit her lip to suppress a smirk. “No…” She trailed. “Well, not from the beginning.”
“I hate you.” You muttered. “You let me come here wearing this.” You pointed to your nightgown.
“It’s not that bad, Y/N.” Steve arched an eyebrow; he had an arm around Wanda.
“I like it.” Natasha winked.
You huffed. Bucky took a few steps forward now standing in front of you as he took your hands in his. “You look beautiful.”
“Yeah, right.” You mumbled. “You’re not the one standing here in your nightgown.”
“Well, I’m not actually a nightgown-type-of guy. I prefer just boxers.” Bucky joked and you playfully slapped him on the arm.
You giggled. “James.”
“Y/N.” He mocked you, his smirk playful on his lips. He then turned serious as he was staring you. “Happy anniversary, Y/N.” He whispered.
“I thought you forgot.” You admitted, a blush creeping on your cheeks.
“You should have more faith in me.”
“If you don’t mind, we’re still here.” Natasha chimed in bursting your bubble.
You looked over at the rest of them who were patiently waiting. Steve was rubbing Wanda’s arm as the soft wind was blowing.
“Ok. Let’s celebrate our anniversary then.” He said and led you towards the other, your hand in his. “But before we do that,” He spun around to face you again, as everyone else frowned along with you, “I have something to say.”
You furrowed your brows.
And then he did it.
He knelt down on one knee and your breath was knocked out of you.
Everyone’s eyes were as wide as saucers.
Natasha and Wanda pulled out their phones, recording the whole thing.
“Now, I didn’t know about that either.” Steve muttered as shocked as the others.
Bucky was holding your hand in his, his eyes glued to yours and you instantly forgot everything. Your surroundings didn’t matter. You were only focused on him.
“Y/N,” He started and your heart leapt, “I know it may seem too soon, that you may not want a wedding right now or maybe you haven’t thought about me as your husband.” If only he knew, you thought. “But I have.” What? “I have thought about marrying you and I have thought about you as my wife. Ever since that game when Wanda asked me if I’d marry you, it scared the shit out of me. Not because I didn’t know what to answer or I was afraid of what you would say. I was scared of how easily the answer came to me. It was ‘yes’. I would have married you right then and there if you agreed. But then, I saw how you looked at me and decided not to say anything. I didn’t want to lie so I figured not saying anything would be the best. Probably not the wisest choice since you grilled me that night.” He chuckled and you did the same. “But I was still unsure of how you felt as you avoided answering that question yourself.” You bit your lip remembering the look on his face when you didn’t reply. “And then at the party when this douche was hitting on you and I introduced myself as your husband, God…, nothing ever felt more right coming out of my mouth.” Your tears were starting to make their way down your cheeks. “I know we’ve been together for a year but I know you longer than that and believe it or not those three years felt more like a lifetime.” He pulled a small box out of his pocket and your heart stopped. “So, although I have no idea whether you want this or not, I’m doing it anyway.” He opened the box to reveal a beautiful diamond ring. “Y/N Y/L/N, will you marry me?” Everyone gasped. You were staring at Bucky’s eyes. His blue eyes held an anxiety but also an excitement as they gleamed in the night.
Bucky was waiting for your answer as you stood there, at loss. “James Barnes,” you started, “I’ll marry you.” You smiled wide. “It’s a yes, yes with a yes on top.”
Bucky’s face broke into a huge grin. He pulled the ring and placed it on your finger. It gleamed like a beacon into the night. “I love you, Y/N.”
“I love you too, Bucky.”
And then he closed the gap between you, kissing you deeply.
The time had stopped at this moment.
Everyone was cheering and before Bucky leaned in, you had caught with the corner of your eye Wanda sniffing.
When you pulled apart to catch your breath you were both smiling like idiots.
“So we’re really doing this?” Bucky whispered.
“I guess.” You whispered back.
“You sure about this, Y/N?” He was searching for any hesitation you might have had.
You leaned in and kissed him one more time.
“Positive.” You replied breathless.
Everyone congratulated you. Wanda squeezed you in a hug whispering in your ear “I can’t believe you’re getting married before me.” You chuckled and laughed as she gave Steve a death glare which Steve pretended he didn’t see.
“Congratulations, Y/N.” Natasha had embraced you. “On both ends; for getting married obviously and, for making James right here willingly wanting to tie the knot.” She pointed towards Bucky was who smiling wide. “Impressive.” She winked at you and you just shook your head playfully at her.
“Skills.” You shrugged. “I might teach you sometime.” You winked back and giggled at her shocked face.
“A toast!” Steve announced as Bucky handed you a glass of champagne.
You were all in a circle, holding glasses of champagne.
“To Y/N and Bucky.” Steve said and raised his glasses.
“To Y/N and Bucky!” The rest said.
“To us.” Bucky whispered and clinked your glasses together.
“To us.” You whispered back and kissed him on the lips.
Wanda and Natasha came to either side of you, hooking their arms to yours as they shoed Bucky away to Steve.
“So, you know what does this mean…” Wanda smirked.
You arched an eyebrow. “That I’m getting married?”
Natasha nodded. “Exactly. And we,” she motioned between her and Wanda, “are helping you plan the wedding!” They both said in union.
You let out a breath thinking of what was to come.
Let the wedding games begin.
Day 3: Double Penetration - Steve/Bucky
Kinktober Day 3: Double Pentration - Steve/Bucky x f!reader
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You couldn’t get away from them quick enough, feet aching with each stomp as you exited the quinjet into the Avengers tower.
Tony was waiting at the entryway, “good mission then?” he smirked, having already listened to the argument on the comms between you and the two assholes and Tony being a smug prick rushed to welcome you back to the building. He had also been the other option to go on the mission but nope, you had to draw the short straw and endure the suffering of the two super soldiers.
It wasn’t like you attended these missions in a foul mood, prepared to argue, you were always keen to follow the instructions given by Fury. However, like usual, the two men had nearly caused you to be compromised thanks to Steve’s superiority complex, putting himself directly into the middle of the action instead of following the stealth instructions. This meant that you spent more time fighting off people than trying to save the captors and by the time you were aiding them out of the hell hole they were being kept in, you were shattered and bruised. Especially as you were not able to heal as quickly as the other two, it wasn’t as simple as having a drink and walking it off before continuing with the action.
This led to a shouting match on the journey home, with Bucky backing up Steve’s actions leaving you 2 vs 1 as per usual. You were fed up following them around, nearly getting killed AGAIN because of their stupid decisions, you weren’t going to let them get away with it for much longer.
Dropping your bag onto the floor beside Tony, you huffed irritated, “I’m never going on another mission with those assholes ever again Stark, keep them out of my way”. Your feet couldn’t walk you quick enough as you rushed to the tower elevator, not stopping to listen to whatever shit Steve and Bucky had to say, relief easing your muscles as the doors finally closed and you were alone.
It was hours later when you were finally in bed, having showered, applied cream to the forming bruises on your arms and legs and had some shitty film on in the background.
Just as your eyes were dropping with exhaustion, did a firm knock sound at your door. Your heart plummeted in your chest, not having any energy to have a discussion with anyone right now. “Yes? What do you want?” you asked dryly.
No one answered which only caused you to roll your eyes and release another exasperated sigh as you heaved your body from the bed, once again stomping to show your displeasure and hastily swinging the door open.
“Oh for fucks sake, what do you both want? I thought we agreed to debrief tomorrow?” Stood before you were the two men you least wanted to see in the world. Gone were their expensive superhero suits and instead replaced with matching grey SHIELD t-shirts that hug their muscles, along with some dark grey joggers, hair slightly damp from recent showers.
Bucky was the one to respond, chuckling deeply and rolling his shoulders to relieve the tension and displaying his obvious annoyance. “It’s not the debrief Doll, that’s not why we’re here”.
Moving your weight from one foot to another, folding your arms sternly across your chest as you moved, glancing between the two men you replied, “well, what the fuck do you want, I was just about to get some well-deserved sleep”.
Steve now inched forward, standing to his full height, making your neck strain back further to look him in the eye, “let us in, this isn’t a conversation for the corridor”.
For some reason his words sent a panic through your thoughts, he never spoke to you in that calm tone, maybe something had truly gone wrong in the mission and needed discussing.
Contemplating it for a moment and glancing behind you to check your room and to see it in an organised manner, you moved to the side, holding the door open further for them both to enter.
Steve and Bucky stepped in and you noticed the way both of their eyes flicked to every inch of your room, assessing it, even this pissed you off, it was your safe space they should stop being so nosey but you refrained from sighing again as you shut the door, turning to face them, leaning into the wood.
“Well? What is it then?”
Neither answered immediately, both still walking around the room slowly.
Bucky spoke first, but not about why he was here, “I didn’t have you as a book reader” he mumbled, hand skimming over the book you’d left open at your desk.
This time you couldn’t hold back the sigh and rolling of your eyes for what felt like the 100th time that day, “so you’ve come to my room to talk about books?”
Steve turned to you now, pointing in your direction, “there you go again, sighing like being in our presence really is some horrific burden”.
“I mean it is, I’ve not exactly kept this a secret, Rogers” you retorted, walking further into the room.
Bucky shook his head in a condescending manner. “You’ve got a real mouth on you, you know that Doll?”
Snapping your head towards Bucky you couldn’t help the aggressive tone as you snapped, “I’ve asked you to stop calling me Doll, I’m not one of your stupid dames from the 1920s”.
Neither men responded, instead, they looked towards one another, still wandering slowly around the room before Steve settled on the edge of the bed, a sight you never thought you would see and one that you weren’t sure how to feel about, it sent a sort of thrill through you but you shook it off as he began talking.
“You know, Stark mentioned something to us after you stomped off like a child”.
You scoffed, “fuck off Rogers-”
“Let me finish. He mentioned something that we initially shrugged off, in fact, it sort of repulsed us at first but the more we thought about it, the more it started to make sense”.
Steve left you pondering on his statement, “well? What did Stark suggest?”
You watched as Steve stood, taking strong steps towards you, distracting you from Bucky as he too stepped closer from behind. It wasn’t until they stood only a step away that you became a little apprehensive, neck once again straining to look up at the blonde.
“He suggested that we all needed a god, hard, fuck to get over whatever tension there is between us”.
You laughed. Hard. Like really belly laughed until tears were dripping from the corner of your eyes. You had also expected both of them to laugh as well at the ridiculous notion that had been presented to you but they both were watching you with hard expressions. “Wait, you aren’t joking? You can’t be fucking serious, do you really think I want to touch either of you? What a joke.”
Bucky’s cool metal hand was quick as he cupped your throat, cutting off your laughter, his grip hard enough to have you struggling against him but still be able to suck in small breaths. “What the fuck are you doing Barnes?”
Steve began tutting, “No, here’s the thing, you are going to listen to us for once”, he raised his hand to grip your cheeks so that your mouth smushed together so you reached up to hold onto his thick wrist, hoping to ease the grip he had but of course, he didn’t budge. It also didn’t help the situation that you were dressed for bed in only an oversized t-shirt and underwear.
“You have been a pain in our sides since you joined the team, but, we won’t take away that you are an asset on these missions but that doesn’t explain the reason as to why you decided to fight us tooth and nail with every single fucking thing that we do”.
Steve took a breath to calm himself before continuing, “now when Stark said his stupid idea we both brushed him off, but then we thought about it more and more. The way the tension was always thick in the air when the three of us are together, the way my cock twitches in the shower when I think about you in that uniform of yours. We all clearly just need to get things off of our chest or at least…get each other off”.
His lips smirked up as you contemplated this. But surely they couldn’t be serious right? This had to be some big practical joke… but then again, you couldn’t deny the initial attraction that you had when you’d first seen them. I mean, who wouldn’t be attracted to Captain fucking America and the Winter Soldier? They were tall, handsome, incredibly strong, you couldn’t help the schoolgirl crush the first time you’d been introduced to them.
However, after spending more time with them and seeing their arrogance and self-righteousness attitude, you’d ignored that impulse that had struck through you. So no, there was no way that you were actually contemplating this, he had to be making this up.
You were about to try and shove him off again but as your eyes dropped low, you could see the very prominent and remarkably sizeable shape that had formed in his joggers, maybe that serum did more than grow them in height and strength.
Steve caught you staring at his erection, glancing wickedly up to Bucky behind you as he stepped closer, both of their bodies now touching yours so that you could now feel Bucky’s firm rod being prodded into your lower back.
Ok so they were both definitely into this and your mind was racing, images flashing through your mind as to the potential of whatever it was that they were asking for, and your body betrayed your strong willpower as arousal hummed through and in between your legs, causing you to rub your thighs together to ease the tension.
The blonde noticed, his eyes lowering to watch before glazing back towards your face with half-lidded eyes, his pupils widely dilated with arousal.
Pushing on his wrist that was still firmly gripping your cheeks, he let go as you tried to speak with confidence, “fine, if we do this, it doesn’t mean that I’ll stop hating you guys because I still fucking do, but I’ll do whatever it is that you want to do”.
Steve didn’t seem convinced, “not quite what we were hoping to hear. It’s not just what we want to do, I need you to say it’s what you want as well, otherwise, we’re walking straight out of here and not returning and you can continue to think about us whilst in the shower, rubbing between your legs, shouting our names like our super soldier serum can’t hear between floors at just what you do after a mission”.
Your cheeks were burning hot, it had only been a few occasions that you’d done this, you just felt so wound up that you needed to relieve the tension and they both just happened to be the first people you thought of whilst masturbating.
“Fine Rogers, I want this ok? So hurry up and fuck me so I can kick you both out of my room”.
Steve chuckled darkly, squaring his shoulders as he looked above your head towards Bucky and gave a quick nod in his direction.
Bucky’s metal arm finally released your neck, allowing you to take a deep breath in for only a second before you were having his hands grip your thighs, lifting you up until you were folded up against Bucky’s chest, legs now spread in his grip. Scared that you might fall, you reached behind to grip the back of Bucky's head, pulling on his shoulder-length hair.
Steve took a step back, admiring the view before him, and without wasting another moment, he gripped your underwear in two places and effortlessly ripped them in half, chucking the offending material somewhere over his shoulder, now leaving you completely exposed to him.
“Even though you are the fucking bane of my life, I’ve always wanted to do this”, his voice was dark and gruff as he spoke, face inching forward before finally pouncing onto your moistening cunt. Your shout for euphoria made your ears ring from the volume but you couldn’t help it as he didn’t hold back at all, eating you out like a man starved.
His tongue delved deep between your folds, making sure not to miss a single nerve ending, spending specific time to push it into your eager hole, loving how he knew the exact spot to flick his tongue to have your head falling back against Bucky’s shoulder. He then spent time concentrating on your clit, kneading it with his tongue, rotating in circles, sucking it into his mouth, everything so deliciously pleasurably that you were pulling Bucky’s hair harsher, shout out as it all came crashing down, the waves of pleasure pulsing through you.
Steve released your clit slowly, looking up at you with hungry eyes as you tried to regain your breathing, the man definitely knew what he was doing with his tongue that's for sure. Tapping on Bucky’s head, he understand that you wanted to be put down, slowly easing you to your feet.
“My turn”, you seductively whispered, dropping to your knees, ignoring the pinch of pain from the bruises that were on your knees from the mission as you looked up expectedly, mouth wide open and ready.
Both men eased their cocks out of their joggers, leaving the material halfway down their delicious thighs, hands tossing themselves off as they down at you.
“You don’t understand how long I’ve wanted to see you on your knees like this” Bucky explained as he directed you to his cock, pointing it in your face. You were mesmerised by the sheer size of them both, thick and long, it had your mouth watering and also cunt pulsing in anticipation.
Reaching forward you gripped the base of Bucky, making sure to hold his eye contact as you licked along the underside of his cock, wetting it before sucking on his tip and enjoying the way he sucked in a breath at the sensation.
You were only able to take half of his cock to the back of your throat before you were gagging, so you made sure to bob your head, hollowing your cheeks as you moved up, enjoying the salty taste of him. Reaching out with your hand, you gripped onto Steve’s cock, not wanting him to feel lonely as you were able to suck off Bucky and toss off Steve at the same time, loving the sensation of having two of the world's biggest heroes in front of you, falling apart as you used your body.
As tears started to form in your eyes due to gagging over Bucky’s length, you pulled off and started to suck Steve’s cock, alternating between both men’s cock with your mouth or hand. The duo were groaning, hands on the back of your head to hold you there causing strings of saliva to dribble down your chin, mixing with the tears that were flowing down your face from the stimulations
As you tried to take Steve as far as you could into your mouth, the other hand gripping onto Bucky’s member so that it tensed, Steve finally tapped your cheek. Pulling off him, he signalled for you to stand but your knees were wobbly from being in that position so he effectively picked you up, your legs wrapped around his waist as he carried you to the bed.
He placed you in the centre of your unmade bed, pulling off his clothes to match Bucky who had already stripped off. As they stood there watching you lean up on your forearms to inspect their every move, Steve asked, “who do you want first, me or Bucky?”
Smirking up at them, you responded, “why do I have to only pick one when I could have you both”. With that you turned on the bed, lying face first and lifted your arse into the air, presenting yourself to the two of them.
Bucky whistled at the sight, “you really think you can take us both?”
“Oh I know I can take you both, now hurry up and fuck me already”.
Bucky chuckled, “always so demanding Doll”, he knelt on the edge of the bed, pulling your leg back causing you to slide and then turning you so you were once more on your back. Looking down at you with an eyebrow raised he asked in a deepened voice, “What? Not going to chastise me for calling you Doll?”
Scoffing you refrained from rolling your eyes, “there's no way I’m having a go at you right now, not when you stand in the way of providing me with orgasms, Barnes”.
“Hmm”, he leaned over you, forearms resting on either side of your head, his mouth close to yours that you thought he might kiss you but he didn’t, instead he shifted his hips closer. “See, I think you secretly love that name, shall we test that theory?”
“What are you-”
Your words became caught in your throat as he began thrusting into your cunt, slowly and tentatively as to not hurt you, doing a good job at really stretching you out, feeling as if you were nearly at your max already but he kept going and going until finally he brushed against your cervix.
“Fuck” you cursed loudly, eyes rolling back now for a completely different reaction as he allowed your time to adjust until finally, his voice snapped you out of the blissful state.
“So how are you feeling… Doll?” Your pussy squeezed around his cock at the nickname, revealing another one of your well-kept secrets that you did, in fact, enjoy him calling you that name.
Bucky’s face was alight with amusement, loving that he had discovered this about you, “I had the suspicion that the name was turning you on, is that why you so desperately fought us to not call you that, was it because you were becoming aroused?”
“Fuck you, Barnes”.
“Actually, I think it’s more fuck you, Doll” he eased his cock out before sliding back in again. Bucky’s hips snapped into yours, starting off slow before building momentum, your cunt clinging to his cock desperately with each thrust.
It turned you on further to think that Steve was standing just beside Bucky watching you being fucked and with the hyperstimulation of his girthy cock and the fact that this was even happening, your orgasm came on quickly and suddenly. You only just had time to warn Barnes that you were cuming, hands grabbing onto his back as your cunt convulsed around him, squeezing him thoroughly.
Not giving you any time to come down from your high, the brunette whilst still balls deep, turned you both over so he was now underneath and you were now lying on his chest. Tiredly, you looked over your shoulder, smiling as Steve climbed onto the bed and remained behind you.
“Come on then Rogers, let’s see what you’ve got to offer”. Steve smirked at your taunting, reaching to your lips to press his fingers against them, hoping you would open them which you did, and sucked on them, coating the two digits with plenty of spit.
Pulling them out, he aimed them towards your puckered hole, easing one finger in at a time, making sure to thoroughly stretch you out, and adding three more fingers until he was satisfied that you would be able to take him without hurting yourself.
All the while Bucky had remained sheathed in your cunt, still thick and hard, you guessed that this had something to do with the serum that he could stay like this for so long. Without any further waiting, Steve’s cock brushed against your asshole, his warm tip taking its time to tease before being eased in. You felt your body trying to tense at being stretched from the second hole but you willed it to relax, and inch by inch disappeared into your hole.
Just as you felt like you were going to explode from fulness, he stopped, breathing heavily himself. “You’re so fucking tight” he muttered between breaths. The sensation was extremely intense, all of your vulnerable nerves were being touched in both the front and the back.
Steve’s hand fell into your hair once he had composed himself, pulling back harshly, effectively lifting you up from Bucky’s chest so that you had to lean your hands on his pecks whilst his hands rested against your breasts, which were still covered in your oversized shirt.
As Steve began to move, making sure to work with Bucky’s movements, you couldn’t believe how incredible pleasuring it felt, it was almost too much as each graze of someone's cock had you twitching to cum.
It was an endless cycle of smacking hips together, orgasming hard and then them continuing. You weren't even sure how many times your pussy had convulsed around them both but by this point you had more dribble leaking down your chin and your mind was filled with white noise. The boys noticed that you seemed to be nearing your end and willed themselves to stop holding back their own orgasms.
“Fuck I’m going to cum” Steve stuttered first, pulling out at the same time as Bucky and man-handling you onto your back on the bed. You couldn’t even feel your legs, you had been well and truly fucked as the two super soldiers knelt over your face, tossing themselves off vigorously.
Noticing their plan, in your deliriously fucked out brain you managed to open your mouth and stick your tongue out in preparation for their cum. Steve was the first to shoot his load into your mouth, not missing a single drop as you eagerly licked your lips to make sure his salty goodness was drunk. Bucky followed him soon after, also cuming in your mouth but having to catch a drip with his thumb, pushing his white seed back into your mouth which you eagerly suck and drank down.
Closing your eyes, you were completely exhausted, only just being able to hear the boys beginning to redress themselves. Smiling to yourself, you managed to croak out, voice laced with tiredness, “could you both kindly fuck off and close the door behind you”.
Both of them chuckled as they exited without another word, leaving you to sleep peacefully.
Warnings : somnophilia (pre-consent), smut, oral (f receiving), riding, some boob play, overstimulation, forced orgasm, slapping (pre established), no plot, pure dirt, stomach bulge kink, dom!bucky, aftercare, (short haired bucky), dacryphilia, little bit of brat taming, hair pulling (if you blink you’ll miss it)
Summary : bucky can’t sleep and you just look so appealing while sleeping in nothing but underwear.
Notes : Hiii oh my lord thank you all for the love on my previous AKA my first smut ever- i hope you guys like this one too! Also lmk what or who you’d wanna see a smut for or what you would like to see
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It was dead silent, and pitch black in the avengers compound. You and Bucky were in your guys shared room, the only light being from the moon that peered through the trees that littered the view of your floor to ceiling window. You were sound asleep, nothing but underwear on and the blanket pulled to your knees.
Your back was to bucky, he couldn’t sleep. He had this nagging heat that made his sweatpants seem three times tighter then they where hours ago. He sighed as he glanced at the chandelier that was above your bed which was centered. However his head snapped to you when he heard a soft pant.
A little pathetic whimper- one of his many favorite sounds- escaped your plump lips. His lips stretched into a smirk as he rolled over almost pressing himself against you but leaving a bit of space. He felt his pants tighten more when a quiet moan escaped your lips, he was thankful that he’d always remember to soundproof the room by asking FRIDAY. You guys always did that before bed so the noises outside wouldn’t bother you both.
He moved closer to you, his bare chest pressed to your bare back as he moved the hair from your shoulder to behind you before moving it down so all of it looked at the pillow. You were a deep sleeper, that he knew. Or maybe you were a light sleeper and he was just a well trained assassin.
His arm reached around you and immediately like a second nature you snuggled back into him but your ass rubbing his cock didn’t help the small wet spot that had formed in his sweatpants. Once his arm wrapped around you his hand found the thing he loves, your boobs.
He palmed the smooth skin massaging it slightly and paused when he heard your sharp intake of a breath. However you soon released it with a small whine and he smirked, even in your sleep you were so reactive to him.
He loved it.
He ignored the hard on in his pants that was begging to be let free. He continued the small action before he slowly removed himself and stood up walking to the foot of the bed. You were still a bit ways up seeing as the bed was unnecessarily large.
He slowly removed the blanket, watching as you shifted into the perfect position. You had moved to laying on your back one arm over your chest and the other resting near your cheek. He moved the blanket and slowly got onto the bed and in one swift motion he was face to face with your cunt. His vibranium arm had reached over and pinched each side of your panties leaving them to snap and fall off.
He quickly tossed them aside onto the floor. He had already bought you a whole bunch of new ones so you wouldn’t mind. He saw the way you shivered at the air hitting your now bare pussy, your nipples had hardened due to the air and the dream you seemed to be having.
It amazed him how you were still asleep.
In a swift motion his hands had locked under your legs, his vibranium hand holding your hips down and his other hand free as it slithered up and followed the curve of your body until he grabbed your boob in his hand and ran his thumb over the hardened skin. You shuddered and your head shifted slightly. Yet again you seemed to moan and it turned him on further.
Without even thinking about stealthy anymore his tongue darted out licking a long strip from your hole to your clit and placing an open mouthed kiss on it. His mouth latched onto your cunt and he started licking and sucking at it. You were still sleeping but soft pants and whimpers flowed from your mouth. His tongue slipped inside you whilst his teeth grazed your clit.
You were barley conscious when you felt the familiar heat in your lower stomach. It was hard to decipher if you were still dreaming but when You felt his tongue lick and lick before sucking on your bundle of nerves you moaned as your eyes fluttered open.
Your vision was still blurry and you were still half asleep when he lightly blew on your dripping cunt and then he repeated his actions of sticking his tongue in you, however that’s when you felt the hand on your boob and the coldness of his vibranium thumb rubbing at your clit. The sensation of his tongue inside you, the sucking and rubbing at your spot sent you over the edge and that’s what drew you to full consciousness.
Your orgasm was pure bliss and it had you letting out high pitched moans as you subconsciously tried to wiggle yourself away from his tongue. However a slap to your boob made you whimper. “Come on do it again.” Bucky said and his voice had that deep dark tone in it.
You moaned shaking your head. “To much.” he just tightened his grip on your waist now with both arms as he continued to eat you out like he was starving, like you hadn’t fed him in years.
His tongue toyed with your clit as you clenched around nothing and he went back to latching his full mouth sucking and licking and lightly biting. Your head pushed fire back into the pillow as your mouth formed into an O shape nothing but short breathes escaping you. He subconsciously started grinding into the mattress at the sight.
You felt the tightness and he must’ve felt it on his tongue cause he sped up his pace and you writhed. He pushed your hips down forcefully definitely gonna have bruises in the form of handprints.
“You gonna cum? Hmm?” He asked seeing your face. You whimpered are the sensitivity, but he didn’t care as he continued his assault in your pussy that was practically crying for a break, and for more. He put pressure on your clit with his thumb as he devoured you and the coil snapped harder then before.
He kept licking your clit drawing the orgasm out and your hands found his hair trying to push him away. “ s’to much- ah! No no i can’t- fuck.” You whined before his finger collected some of the slick from your two previous orgasms and he smeared it across your clit.
“Look at you, so good. God you taste so fuckin good.” He muttered as your plea fell upon deaf ears. He licked and sucked once more and you sighed in relief as he backed away but his hand game down and started rubbing your clit impeccably fast.
Your legs instinctively tried to shut however he was able to hold them open as he still had his arms locked around them. His rubbing sped up and you came hard moaning loudly however no words came out forming a sentence it was all babbling.
Finally he fully pulled away and he hovered over you moving your hair that stuck to your forehead away. You were panting, eyes barley open as his head dipped down kissing your cheek nose and finally your lips, he teasingly ran a finger over your swollen sensitive clit making you jolt a bit.
He pulled away before dipping into the crook of your neck, his stubble scratching against your neck as he kissed the skin. His hips simultaneously started grinding down into you and his hard on rubbed against your sensitive clit making you whimper his name.
“I’m gonna take care of you, ‘kay baby.” He said as he captured your lips again while still grinding down onto you. “This is what you do to me.” He muttered as he parted his lips from yours. He kissed down your body, paying special attention to your boobs before getting rid of his sweatpants letting his hard cock out.
The tip was red and leaking with Pre-cum. Slowly he made his way back up as he watched your reaction when he tapped the head of it against your clit and teasing you as he slid the head up and down, letting it go in for a second before taking it out and gathering more of your slick.
“Please” You muttered and he faked a frown. “Please what baby?” He asked and your head leaned to the side as your hips tried to move to have a bit of friction. But his hand that was around his thick cock to tease you went to your hip holding it down harshly.
“You want me to help you?” You nodded. “So then You have to tell me what you want.” He said darkly, you still didn’t answer so instead of asking again he patted your legs more and in one motion shoved his cock into you, bottoming out. You gasped as your back arched due to his size and in your peripheral you could see the bild he in your lower stomach.
However as your eyes veered away from him, his hand came up and slapped your cheek. Not hard but enough to sting making you look at him. When he slapped you he felt the clench around him and his hands gripped your chin making you look at him.
“Answer me.” He growled lowly and you huffed. “Please, move pleasee, i’ll be good- ah- please.” You finally gave in moaning in the middle of your plea when he shifted over you. He smirked finally getting you to obey as he slowly started moving his hips.
“s’good- mmgh!” You said as his hips started moving faster and faster making you cry out when one of his thrust hit a very deep spot inside of you. His hand had soothed over your stomach bulge before pushing down on it making tears brim your eyes as you cried out.
He kept his hand there while thrusting in and out of you at a bruising pace making the tears fall from your eyes at the load of pleasure you were feeling. He leaned up and right where your tears where he kissed them as he kept his pace.
“you look so pretty when your like this.” His low voice sounded in your ears before you felt a pressure on your clit. It had you clenching down on him and he groaned.
“You gonna- agh! You gonna cum for me? hmm? Shit!” Bucky said as he felt your walls clenching around him. You nodded and his hand gripped your chin again kissing you harshly as he sped up and the angle he had was rubbing your clit with to much friction making you moan and sob.
“I’m gonna- cum.“ you panted and he sped up before latching his mouth to your nipple sending you over the edge. When you came your walls gripped him like a vice making his cock twitch as he punched your clit making the orgasm drag out and you saw pure white, a small ringing was present in your ears as you cried out.
He was overstimulating you again and it hurt but it felt so damn good. As soon as you came down you felt the thick cum being let into you and being pushed in to you as he kept thrusting. Suddenly he stopped and kissed you sweetly before rolling over.
You where on top of him now with your hair on one side of you, you lay limp on his chest as he was leaned against the padded headboard. He let you rest for a moment before you felt his dick tense inside of you as he slowly kept rocking into you.
You bit lightly on his neck to muffle the whimper, before he tapped your ass. “One more time baby, after you ride me you can go to sleep, yeah?” You nodded softly as he kissed you again not letting you go as you slowly started rocking your hips. His hands went to your hips helping you find a pace and making sure to slip his tongue in he lifted you up at the same time before moving you back down.
You moaned into his mouth as he kept guiding your hips up and down, forward backwards. You were moaning and panting arms wrapped around his neck as you felt your hair tickle your lower back. You moved your arms around his neck and dipped your head into the crook of his neck and left open mouthed kissed making sure to give him matching marks that you were for sure gonna have.
His hands went to your ass lifting you up before her started thrusting up into you and your back arched as your head leaned against his while your moans flowed straight into his ear leading him to continue. He felt you tighten around him and his hand threaded into your hair pulling it back so you where face to face with him and his lust shot eyes.
He stared at you, your forehead had beads of sweat and some hair sticking to it. Your neck and breast were splotches with red and purple marks, your lips were swollen and your eyes where lust shot, your hair was a bit messy but he didn’t care. You looked stunning all fucked out and dumb on his dick.
He kissed you as he felt you coming undone again moaning into his mouth as his other hand toyed with your clit making you cum harder before you felt him let go inside of you, you felt the cum leaking out of you dripping down your thighs.
He rolled you both over laying you down before sweetly kissing your lips, forehead, and nose, as he pulled out of you. Both of you were work out, you more than him, but you’d both miss the warmth that you gave one another.
He reached on the bedside table and pulled a hair tie out the drawer making you lift your head as he tied your hair into a low bun before he sauntered into the bathroom grabbing a small rag and running it under some water before walking back into the room.
You were half asleep again, he slowly sat between your trembling legs and started to clean you up making you hiss. “I know baby, i just gotta clean ya’ up.” he muttered and he grabbed your hand, a small but loves me gesture that made your chest warm. Once he finished cleaning you both up he grabbed one of his shirts after he slid a pair of boxers on himself and walked back over to the bed.
He dressed you in his shirt that was pretty large on you due to the size difference but little gestures like these- and the way you cuddled into him putting your head into his neck while his arm went around you and pulled the blanket over you both- that had you both head over heels for each-other.
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