Which one of the boys would be obsessed with your boobs as pillows? 🧐 like if you try to love to get up he’s all “oh no ma’am .. I’m comfy” . When he’s trying to fall asleep his hand always ends up your shirt holding a boob?
Pairing: Beefy!Biker Bucky x Reader
Bucky has a thing for your chest. As he likes to tell you, he's obsessed with every part of you. But your breasts are his stress relievers.
Bucky’s quick to remind you that they're the perfect size and shape for him, that they were made for his hands.
He tried to explain why he loves them so much, why he thinks they're so incredible but he got distracted and ended up showing you more than telling you.
It's not always sexual, sometimes he's just enjoys laying his head on your chest, his beard gently brushing over your skin, one breast in his large, calloused hand as he watches the game.
When he needs to relax, he likes to listen to you talk while he turns you into his personal pillow, you have a way of making everything feel better and he's addicted to your touch. You're so soft compared to him. So damn sweet he wants to bite you sometimes.
You'll wake up on your side, his warm, broad chest pressed into your back, one arm under your pillow and his other draped over you, fingers surrounding your breast in a light, possessive grip.
When he's in a playful mood, he'll speak to his "ladies" like you're not even there, jiggling them as he thanks them for being so soft and warm and pretty.
Tipsy Bucky loves to hold your tit, in fact it's the only thing his drunk mind craves since he can't have his pretty girl until he's sober or your both drunk.
Bucky has bought you so much lingerie since you've been together. Not that you have much left in your dresser thanks to his habit of rippping them off you when he gets feral and needy and can't stand having anything but him touching you.
pairings — beefy!biker!bucky x fem!reader
warnings — dom!bucky, dacryphillia, dirty talk, fem!receiving, overstimulation, cum play and recording
sunmary —makin’a mess
authors note —i saw the beard and the leather and had an idea. sinful sunday c’mon in HOT !!!! plus @r0und3bitch doesn’t help my addiction. PART OF THE FOR OUR EYES ONLY VERSE
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“‘S too much daddy.” Whimpering as you try to wiggle free from his grip possessive, demanding yet loving grip.
Leather skirt folded up, legs hooked over his spread out beefy thighs and his fingers working your weeping overstimulated pussy. Shirt pulled off your shoulders— your breasts on full display while his fingers twisted your hardened nipples.
Bucky’s beard rutting against your neck as his tongue and lips marked the sides of your neck and his eyes connected to the screen in front of him. Bucky’s lips pressed together, gathering his saliva, dropping it on your hypersensitive pussy— thumb spreading him all over your needy clit and hole.
“Ah ah,” Bucky’s words sending shockwaves straight to your leaking pussy, “Shoulda thought that through, before ya came in here wearin’ nothin’, baby.”
“Prancin’ around, bendin’ over in front of daddy’s cameras.” Curling his two thick long fingers brushing your spongey spot, digging your ass into his crotch— where his hard leaking dick hid.
“What if someone saw my pretty pussy?” Nipping at your ear, “Saw how worked up she gets when she needs her daddy?” Blue turning to Navy when he looked at your overworked pussy on the screen.
You whimper, grinding your over stimulated pussy into his ring cladded hand.
Bucky’s hand was brutal and possessive.
“Just so desperate to be full of me. Needin’ to be full of daddy, just leakin’ outta your pretty pussy— anytime, anywhere.”
Bucky curling his fingers, thumb with a heavy sensation and having you fall apart with just his hands might be one of his favorite things.
Tears running down your face, jumbled sentences and a messy brain to match your lips other pair of lips that Bucky had insisted on another orgasm.
“Needa cum daddy, ‘m sorry.” Speaking through whines and moans, desperately trying to get his fingers to hit your g’spot again.
“Yeah? You ever gonna do that again.” Referring to the screen in front of you— bare and desperate to be filled with Bucky’s cock and a rush of pleasure.
“‘M not, won’t happen again, daddy.” Whining as your orgasm approached fast. “Sorry.”
“Ok, baby. Cum for daddy, so he can clean up your mess.” Nipping at your neck and increased his speed with his fingers, pulling the orgasm you needed to give him.
“Good girl, baby. Makin’ such’a mess for daddy.” Eyes widening at the screen and the blinking light, as he watched your cum leaked out of you.
A few labored breathes and scoops of your cum Bucky’s voice graced your ringing ears, “At this rate,” A chaste kiss against your neck, “Will have to add another shelve in the library at home.”
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dark bodyguard nick fowler with a majorrr cnc and size and age gap kink.. just a thought hihi <333
pairing 彡 bodyguard!Bucky Barnes x bratty!reader
warnings 彡 This story will contain the following content: sexual implications, underage drinking (in the US, the legal age to drink is 21), significant age gap (reader is nineteen, Bucky is early forties)
word count 彡 652
author’s note 彡 Hi bestie ;) I don't write for Nick Fowler but I could totally imagine this for Bucky. What if... the reader is the president's daughter and she's on a mission to tarnish her father's (the president's) reputation?? And of course, Bucky has to remind her of her place.
DISCLAIMER ───THIS BLOG IS NOT SUITABLE FOR AUDIENCES UNDER THE AGE OF 18. MDNI.
He’s been staring at you for a long while since he’s fetched you from the club, and the gravity of his probing gaze is inexplicable. You’re not accustomed to it—usually, he stares at you with a sort of dissatisfaction that easily comes across as parental, but everyone over the age of thirty regards you in such manner. Naturally, you’re the object of the older, elite demographic’s ridicule, with your childish determination to sully your father’s name with your careless and reckless agenda. You haven’t quite pulled it off yet because the president has an impressive way with words, he could somehow manage to talk his way out of a murder allegation he truly committed, with the blood of his victim on his hands—but your father is far too virtuous of a man to kill someone anyhow.
You try to ignore your bodyguard seated beside you in the backseat while your chauffeur drives you both home. Bucky’s gaze is currently burning a hole in your cheek, and it’s becoming increasingly more difficult to pretend you don’t notice it. You hate that your father sent him to get you. The entire situation was humiliating—how he effortlessly stormed past the bouncer and charged through the throng of dancing bodies, easily spotting you seated at the bar with a fine gentleman who could’ve been in his thirties or forties, most likely married, and currently sweet-talking you into allowing him to take you back to his estate for “the best time of your life.” Before you could reciprocate with your overtly flirtatious reply, Bucky swept you away in a flash of movement, tossing you over his broad shoulder as though you weighed nothing and carrying you to the car while you pummeled his chest with your tiny fists and thrashed your legs, demanding him to release you (your plea met deaf ears, though). The weight of everyone’s stare and judgment was all but tangible.
You can’t help but snap, finally, “Don’t you know it’s impolite to stare?”
You finally meet his gaze and notice his incensed expression that hasn’t relented since he found you, “I don’t think you know a thing about politeness.”
“You shouldn’t have come.”
“I shouldn’t have come?” he seethes through clenched teeth, “You’re not even old enough to drink, Y/N. You’re nineteen. How the hell did you even get in a club?”
You don’t respond, tugging the hem of your sequined dress.
“This behavior is unbecoming of the president’s daughter, Y/N,” he continues, relegating you to a child simply with his condescending tone of voice, “You can’t keep doing this to your father, he’s worried sick about you.”
“Why doesn’t he tell me that then?” you respond without intending to raise your voice, “I haven’t seen my father in weeks!”
“You know he’s busy,” his tone lessens in volume, and there’s a dash of sympathy laced in his words, “I’m supposed to protect you, Y/N. That’s my job. You’re makin’ this more difficult than it needs to be by pullin’ stunts like this.”
“I don’t need you to protect me.”
“Of course you do,” Bucky counters, “Until you stop actin’ like an entitled brat, you fuckin’ need me.”
“Fuck you,” you mutter under your breath, and in a flash, Bucky pinches your jaw between his thumb and forefinger and cants your chin, forcing your hooded gaze to meet his fiery one as he spits out, “Want to repeat that for me, sweetheart?”
“I—” the color drains from your cheeks as you gaze up at him, every ounce of confidence within you dwindling in a matter of seconds.
“Would you like to know what I think about little girls with potty mouths?” you can’t quite read the glint in his stormy blues, but it nevertheless makes your stomach drop. You can’t bring yourself to reply, therefore Bucky takes it upon himself to answer anyway.
“I think punishment is in order, what do you think, baby?”
Que voy hacer con mi amor
Emotions lustful longing/ Passion de Lejos
Muse is : Family Lawyer Bucky
A Touch of Desire
pairing: lawyer!bucky barnes x fem!reader
concept: He promises you a million adventures with him
word count: 500
warnings: angst, desire, kisses, love, nickname ─ Dove
a/n: if you know all the novelas have a scene like this
You're sitting in his office, laughing because the world is full of brightness and calm, and wiping away your happy tears as you tell him about your travels.
He wants you to look at the world as if it were made just for you, and to realize that you are the most beautiful thing about it. The one responsible for the sun's rays. The moment he is selected to lead your family's legal representation. What Bucky really wants wasn't fame or fortune, but you.
If he isn't horny, you'll have a much better time communicating with him. Bucky is ecstatic just thinking about you. It's not just your beauty that makes him want you; it's everything about you. He only wants your mouth to wrap around his cock, and he wants your tears to speak to him in water elements.
You're sitting in the same room with this man you've want every minute of every second of your life. Yet here you are, telling him all about the exciting things that young women get up to, while simultaneously hoping that he will transform you into one. His woman.
Despite your desperate love, the two of you were not lovers. This man has never been touch in the way that you wish to touch him. You recall the sensation of his wet lips moving slowly across your cheek, and his blue eyes smiling into yours. It was just a friendly kiss, but it was enough to keep your hand between your thighs and keep you up all night.
Friend who's also a great lover
You are about to leave his office to leave him alone since he had work to do and his work was not to entertain you. But you hope he will entertain you.
You took a step back and stood up. You were still very close.
"My dear Dove,"
He brushes his finger across your lips, and they stay feathery light. His finger is replaced by his own soft, gentle lips. When he first starts pressing on you, you barely budge from beneath him. You respond appropriately, leaning towards him.
"Let me be your man who brings you flowers every morning," he breaths into your mouth. He leant into the kiss, pushing you back against his desk as his hands moves from your shoulders to the sides of your neck, over your jawline, and finally gripping the back of your neck tightly.
I promise you a million adventures.
The Summer Camp - AU Bucky Barnes x OC
warnings: murder, blood, oral (m receiving), friday the 13th vibes, Minors DNI
word count: 9.7k
“I promise sweetheart, you’re going to love this place.” Willows's mother excitedly tapped on the steering wheel after rambling through the only five perks Howling Woods Summer Camp had to offer.
“I went here when I was your age and it’s how—“
“You met dad… I know mom.” Willow finished for her mother. A nervous pit of anxiety filled her stomach. At 18 the last thing she wanted to do this summer was babysit a bunch of snot-nosed kids but her mother promised that if she at least went one year, Willow could pick the out-of-state college she had her eye on.
“It’s gonna be a great sweetie.” her mother beamed from the driver's seat.
Willow had her doubts about the extreme promises of newfound friendships and bonding activities. She’d rather be at home or at her spot by the beach reading or listening to her records before she inevitably left her small town for bigger and better things. This was her unfortunate last hurrah and it would take a lot for her to change her mind that this summer wasn’t going to blow. After what felt like a lifetime, her mother's car pulled into the gravel lot past the Howling Woods Summer Camp sign.
They parked and Willow collected her things from the car and gave her mother one final goodbye before turning towards the camp. Her only sound of freedom was her mother's tires on the gravel behind her, fleeting off into the distance. The camp seemed normal, with a large mess hall to greet the campers and a row of cabins to the right tucked just along the tree line.
Willow could already hear whooping and laughter followed by the unmistakable sounds of splashing as her feet carried her towards the lake. She tutted along with her duffel bag hanging off of her shoulder until a petite redhead came into view. The girl was sitting at the edge of one of the picnic tables watching over a group of kids playing with horse shoes.
“Excuse me?” Willow’s voice cracked slightly. An awkward smile spread across her features as the girl turned. “I’m uh... I’m Willow. I’m supposed to check in with James?”
The girl's brow furrowed for a moment before her eyes went wide, snapping her fingers. “Oh! You mean Bucky! Are you one of the new counselors?” She asked, standing up and clapping her hands together.
Willow sighed with a soft nod. “Yeah, I am.”
“Well, Willow, it’s nice to meet you! I’m Wanda! Come on, I’ll take you to see him.” Her voice was bubbly with a smoky quality to it that made Willow smile. Wanda snaked her arm with Willows and began leading her towards the lake. “Knowing him he’ll be down here with Stevie, pretending that they’re actually lifeguards.”
She nodded, taking note of another name to remember. They reached the lake and saw two young men jumping off a floating platform. “Boys! Come meet Willow!” Wanda called from the edge of the water.
Willow adjusted her duffel bag on her shoulder and nervously chewed on her lip, and then she saw a man with long, dark hair and piercing blue eyes that she could see from afar emerge from the lake.
Water dripped down his sculpted torso, his blue short shorts just barely clinging to his hips and muscular thighs. He had gorgeous, sharp cheekbones and full lips that curled in a smile the second he laid eyes on her. His friend was just as gorgeous and muscular with long blonde hair, large biceps, and a pair of bright red short shorts.
"They like to think they're hot shit-- You left your whistles in the office, you goons!" Wanda called as she shook two yellow whistles in her hand. The dark-haired one flashed Willow a smile that made her knees knock together as he approached and stuck his hand out.
"Sorry, Wands. Hi, I'm Bucky. This is Steve."
Willow stared, mouth open, for way longer than she should have done. It was only when Bucky raised his eyebrow at her that she realized and she shook her head slightly, putting her hand in his. “W-Willow” she managed, flushing pink.
Bucky‘s toothy grin was plastered to his face as he shook her hand, his thumb rubbing gently against her skin. Willow felt goosebumps on her thighs and a solid flutter from the butterflies in her stomach. “Well, hey there,” Steve drawled as he squeezed excess lake water from his incredibly red, impossibly short shorts.
Willow cleared her throat and dropped her hand from Buckys extending it to Steve. “Nice to meet you both” she swallowed thickly.
Steve brought her knuckles up and pressed his lips to them, “We are very happy to have you, Willow”. Bucky shoved Steve’s shoulder, causing a booming laugh to leave his chest.
“Will you boys behave?! You're gonna scare the poor girl away” Wanda rolled her eyes. “Sorry about them...”
"I promise we’ll behave now." Steve said, apologizing in a fake sickly sweet tone. His hair, a dark brown from being wet, fell into his stormy blue eyes.
"Stevie, we all know y'all will not behave." Wanda said with an eye roll.
“You wound me.” Steve scoffed, a delicious smile forming on his lips as he slapped his huge hands against his bare chest.
“If you're done screwing the new girl with your eyes, can one of you take her up to her cabin?” Wanda tilted her head to the side and snapped her gum at both men before slapping her hand flat against Bucky’s chest. The whistles rattled together as he took them and both men lifted them over their heads.
“Come on then, new girl. With me.” Bucky grinned, wiggling his eyebrows and unhooking Willow’s duffel from her arm. “I’ll take that, it’s a bit of a hike.”
“Stick to the trail, Bucky! Don’t confuse her with your stupid shortcuts!” Wanda called after them and Bucky replied with a dismissive wave of his arm.
"So," Willow starts as they begin going up the trail, trying to ignore the chill that runs through her body at the sight of the towering trees closing off the trail on both sides,
"What are we doing first?" She sees the ghost of a smirk cross his face before it's replaced with a serious face when he turns to her, "Training. You're not working with the kids on your own today."
Willow couldn't help but be surprised at his expression. She didn't think someone here actually took their job that seriously? She looked down at her feet for a second before Bucky leaned into her line of sight with a broad smile.
His hand caught her arm and Willow felt like she was shocked. "I'm kidding. You think this place has fuckin' training?" he giggled as he continued walking, Willow rolling her eyes.
“Does this trail ever end?” She laughed softly as they headed further into the tree line. Bucky smirked, turning back to her.
“Why? You afraid to be alone with little ole me?” He said mocking a pout. Slight irritation licked at her as that knee-knocking grin spread across his face again.
“Maybe you should be the one afraid of me.” She smirked.
“I’m shaking.” Bucky laughed lightly, hand bumping Willow’s as they walked, sending a flare of heat down her spine.
He grinned at her and she felt butterflies in her stomach. God, he's cute.
"Nice to know someone around here has some bite. You're gonna need it, these kids are little fuckin' monsters."
Willow laughed as Bucky raised an eyebrow.
"I doubt they're that bad."
"Yeah? I caught two of them eating Elmer's glue right out of the tub like it was cake batter, another one got his head stuck in the railings of one of the cabin staircases and his friends covered his head in Crisco to try and get him out. And another duct taped his friend to a fucking tree and left him there during a storm. They're demons, and they'll eat you alive if you let them." He paused and looked her up and down. "But you look like you can handle 'em, darlin'."
“Sounds like a typical weekend in my hometown.” Willow deadpanned.
Bucky stopped and turned to face her before letting out a giant belly laugh.
“Yeah, New Girl, you’re gonna do fine,” he said, slinging his arm over her shoulders and continuing their journey. “Cabin’s just up here.”
They followed a small dirt path up to a large, log cabin. Willow stared up at the cobwebs and dust that adorned the porch. Some lawn chairs were scattered near the door and there were partially crushed beer cans littered across the entryway.
Howling Woods was advertised as rustic and rugged, but this is not what Willow was expecting. Bucky ushered her up the stairs, giving a half bow as she giggled.
“After you” he announced proudly, as he quickly swept an empty condom wrapper off the stairs and onto the ground.
Well, she thought as her feet creaked against the wooden steps, at least the counselors seem to have fun here.
The two of them entered the cabin and Willow took in her surroundings. Messy bunk beds lined the wooden walls, with clothes trailing out of different suitcases and bags. “It’s …. nice” she commented, her brows furrowed as she walked further in. A floorboard creaked from a room beside her and just as she was about to open the door, a tall blonde leaped from behind in and wailed, his tongue hanging down his chin. Willow screeched and stumbled backward as her hand went flying into him.
“Walker what the fuck!” Bucky pushed him back as the blonde howled with laughter.
"You dipshit." Bucky boomed at the blonde, looking like was about to beat him up.
"Woah, back up, Barnes. I was just joking around." The blonde kid named John Walker, walked off before Bucky could sucker-punch him.
"You should be careful scaring people" Willow hummed just loud enough for him to hear.
"And why is that sweetheart?" Walker turned around as he bounded down the creaky steps to look at her.
"We're all alone out here in the woods, you don't know what's out there that might be bigger than you" she smirked and watched the color drain from his expression.
"That was dark," Bucky laughed over her shoulder as he tossed her duffle bag onto the bed. "should I be worried about you getting cabin fever out here?"
“Don’t worry, Bucky.” She turned back and smiled sweetly, “you’ll be safe if I go crazy, you’re too cute to die.”
He held his hand over his heart and sighed dramatically, “Thank God! I knew my dashing looks would get me more than just a good lay one day, too bad Johnny boy!”
John gave them both a dirty look, lingering more on Willow's face as she tried to hold back a giggle before he walked away. "He's fun" Willow stated with a deadpan face as she eyed the bunk beds to try and pick a clean looking one, Bucky laughing behind her, "Yup, Johnny boy is a hoot." He added sarcastically.
Willow plopped down on the twin mattress, a small puff of dust rising from the movement. She pulled her braid of long blonde hair over her shoulder. "So...which one is yours?" she asked, "I might want a tour sometime...since you did such a great job of walking me here, I mean."
She watched as Bucky's eyes went wide for a moment before taking a step towards her, "You definitely aren't shy." he started as he leaned down to her, "Are you, sweetheart?"
“I don’t know handsome,” Willow said, standing up, pressing Bucky backward a step. “I���d say I’m just, good at getting what I want.” She glanced down at his shorts, the outline of his dick prominent, before looking back up at Bucky and winking.
His eyes went wide and she watched his Adam's apple bob up and down in his throat. He definitely wasn't expecting that. Willow has always been a little disarming, guys never expected her to be as bold as she was. Bucky blushed and stammered, water still dripping from his hair down his chest.
"Don't dish it out if you can't take it, sweetheart," she whispered as she gently tugged on the whistle around his neck, watching his cock get hard. Those shorts really didn't conceal anything.
Leaning in even closer, she traced one of the water droplets with her finger down his chest, stopping as she reached his stomach. Bucky couldn’t help but tense his abs as he sucked in a shaky breath. Willow dropped her eyes again and then dragged them back up to his.
“Down boy,” she whispered, lifting the corner of her mouth in a smirk.
"Fuck." he whispered before he hungrily pushed her against the wall and engulfed her lips in a hungry kiss, so carnal and raw that it shocked her a little bit. Willow leaned into him, indulging his quick, hot tempered need to have her but she wanted to have some fun with the handsome camp supervisor first.
Willow pushed against his chest with her hand as she pulled her bottom lip between her teeth, "So eager." she giggled and wrapped her fingers into the rope of his whistle. "Get on the bed," she ordered.
His wet brown hair fell into his face as she pushed him back gently with the palm of her hand. He dropped to the bed using his hands to brace himself and leaned back so he could look at her. His blue eyes were bright and wide with excitement as she stood over him. "Atta boy," she smiled, "such a good listener."
Willow tilted her head, curling a piece of hair around her finger as her gaze traveled over his body, all toned and wet and laid out just for her. Not even an hour into her camp experience and she had the hottest counselor wrapped around her little finger. God, she was good.
“Where to start…” she hummed, eyes falling to Bucky’s cock as he eagerly tugged at the waistband of his shorts. “Uh, uh, uh. Are you gonna be good for me, Bucky?”
A whine escaped his pink lips, nodding his head as his tongue ran over them. Willow shook her head unsatisfied, "Words, baby. So let's try it again; are you gonna be good?" She whispered as she leaned over him, a single finger trailing from the dip in his throat all the way up to under his dimpled chin as she looked into his beautiful, blown-out eyes.
"So good," Bucky whispered, long lashes fluttering closed as he tilted his head down. He pressed his soft lips to the palm of her hand and butterflies erupted under Willow's skin.
She gripped his chin, pulling him up to her mouth. The kiss was all tongue and teeth again, soft whines coming from both of them. Willow wasn't sure what was happening, but she wanted to fuck him bad.
Willow felt the warmth of his large hands wrap around her, his touch setting fire to her already burning skin as he pulled her into his lap. She could feel just how painfully hard he was with every slight movement of her hips, eliciting a soft moan to escape her lips. Bucky's body writhed beneath her, no doubt searching for any form of release. Willow nipped at his bottom lip, tugging gently as she pulled away.
"Now, that's not behaving is it?" She asked breathlessly.
“Sorry, sorry,” Bucky gasped, stilling his hips as Willow buried her hands in his hair, twisting in the strands. “Buck! You in there?” came Steve’s voice from outside, just before he burst through the door. They turned to look at him, Willow still in Bucky’s lap, his hands on her waist.
Willow jumped out of Bucky’s lap and he stood up, running his hand through his hair as Steve stumbled through the door. His eyebrows shot up and he grinned. “What’s goin’ on in here?”
“Nothing,” Willow and Bucky replied in unison.
“Uh-huuuuhh. Sure. Buck, we gotta prep for the campfire session tonight.” He turned to Willow and wiggled his eyebrows. “You wanna see Buckaroo chop some wood for the fire? Or did you guys wanna save the wood for after hours if you know what I’m talkin’ about?”
“ROGERS!” Bucky shouted. He lunged at his friend as he ran out of the room giggling while Bucky sighed.
“That punk has a sixth sense, I swear,” Bucky laughed a little awkwardly.
“Well, his timing’s not the best, I’ll give you that,” Willow grinned, “but if I get to watch you put those muscles of yours to work I guess I can take a rain check.” She stepped up to him and kissed him again, short but full of fire. “We’re gonna finish this later,” she whispered against his mouth before turning and heading out of the cabin, leaving him slack-jawed and breathless.
Willow smiled to herself as she jogged back down the path, hearing splashing and laughter in the distance. She needed a second to cool off after that little moment in the cabin. It was a warm day anyway, and the slight breeze felt good against her skin. Bucky was wrapped around her little finger, and she was excited to see exactly what he was packing in those short shorts after the campfire.
She walked out by the water and looked down at the pier, watching the rest of the counselors splash around. As she stood watching, she heard a branch snap from the woods beside her, causing her to spin quickly and peer into the dark trees. “Bucky? Is that you?” Willow called.
Her breath accelerated as she looked around to see if she could see who was there. She started shaking, more branches cracking, the sounds becoming louder.
Walker stepped out from behind a tree, a smug grin on his face. Willow rolled her eyes and shook free of the creeping feeling that crawled up her spine.
"You look disappointed I'm still alive." He laughed. "I come in peace," he held his hands in the air and joined her on the dock. "You know I thought I recognized that pretty blonde hair," he tugged on her braid as his breath made her skin hot. "You're that Voorhees weirdo. My dad knew your mom in high school. Heard she was a…" Walker's eyes turned down, trailing over her body, "freak. Are you like your momma?"
“You know nothing, John,” Willow replied through gritted teeth, taking a step back. “And I suggest you keep your hands to yourself.”
John laughed, leaning against a wooden post as he crossed his arms over his chest, “Or what? You’ll set out your little lapdog Bucky on me? I heard she was a feisty one too, your mom, had a temper.” He taunts.
If only you knew... She thought as flashes of her mom's flaring temper around their house crossed her mind. Rolling her eyes, Willow shook those thoughts out and pushed on her hands to get up and leave, looking down at John, "I don't need to set someone on you, I can easily do what I want on my own, use that temper. So stay the fuck away from me, Walker!" She sneered at him before walking away from his smug face, hiding her shaking hands.
"You know," he yelled to her back as she crossed the dock. "They still tell stories about what they did to her back then." Willow stopped, straightening up. She had heard the stories too. They said it's why her mom wouldn't let her go out, no going to parties. The only thing she could do was sneak in and out her bedroom window every night. She was surprised when her mom offered to bring her here, no, nearly demanded it.
Anger flared in her chest as Walker chuckled from behind her. Her hands balled into fists as she spun back around and stomped toward him. Walker just grinned, arms crossed over his chest. “My dad said your mom had a real pretty mouth on her despite her being a freak.” He sneered. “Lookin’ at you now, I can see he was right. Like mother, like daughter.” Willow’s sneakers thudded against the old wood as she paced at him, throwing up her hands and shoving him back into the lake with every ounce of strength and rage in her.
“Willow!” Bucky’s voice echoed against the trees behind her, “What are you doing!?”
“Taking out the trash- sorry for polluting the lake,” she said, glaring down at Walker who was standing waist-deep in the lake.
“Fuck you, Voorhees, you’re a bigger freak than your mom!” Walker sneered. Willow took a step towards him but felt a hand on her arm, holding her back.
"Hey," Bucky whispered, "he's just a prick. Don't worry about him." Willow turned around and sniffled, tears misting her eyes. Bucky smiled and wiped them away, his thumb brushing her cheekbone softly. "He's gonna get canned at the end of the summer anyway."
"WHAT?!" Walker shouted.
"I SAID GARGLE MY BALLSACK, WALKER!" Bucky shouted. Willow laughed and Bucky blushed, gesturing toward the area where they were setting up the campfire. "C'mon. You can supervise me, give me tips on how to chop campfire wood."
He grabbed her hand and laced their fingers together as he led them towards the others. “What was he saying to get you so wound up, New Girl?” He asked softly.
“Just stupid shit about…ghosts” she muttered in return, frowning darkly before turning a beaming smile towards him. “Anyway, enough of that dick. If you get the biggest wood pile I’ll give you a reward. Maybe s’mores, or maybe something more…” she teased.
Bucky cocked an eyebrow at her as they joined the other counselors in a small clearing. Steve gave them both a nod and a wink and Willow introduced herself to some of the others - Kate, Peter, Sam, Yelena, Scott, and Hope. Everyone was really friendly and welcoming as they planned the campfire activities. As Willow listened to Peter excitedly ramble about his favorite campfire songs, her eyes wandered to Bucky as his pile of wood grew taller. The veins in his hands bulged as they flexed around the handle of the axe. Her eyes ran up his muscular forearms, to his bulging biceps, and finally- his incredibly lean shoulders. She practically drooled as beads of sweat ran down his chiseled abs. He made eye contact with her and gave her a shit-eating grin before he wound up and brought a powerful strike down against the block of wood. A deafening crack sang through the clearing as she imagined him splitting her open, in an entirely different way. Peter nudged an elbow into Willow’s side, hurtling her consciousness back to Earth.
“Can you even hear me? Seems like the two of you have really bonded” he said with a wink.
Willow blushed hard. “Yeah well, we got interrupted before we could really bond if you know what I mean.” she sighed.
Yelena’s eyes widened as she nudged Willow, “Damn new girl, you’re settling in just fine!” She commented, sending Kate and Wanda into a fit of giggles.
“Well, he can’t seem to stop staring at you. So it looks like you’ve got yourself something fun to do for the summer.” Hope replied with a wink.
Willow chuckled and her smile widened as she thought about the prospect of spending time with Bucky. And her thoughts were fucking filthy.
She barely had the mind to see Steve wandering over. He shooed Peter away with his hand, flicking his lighter on and plunking himself down next to her. His legs straddled the massive log with ease as he stuffed his lighter away and rocked in closer so that his face was nearly touching the side of hers. "Whatcha thinking about?" He whispered, taking a puff of his cigarette.
She turned, their eyes meeting, and gave him a wicked grin, "I'm thinking about all the ways I'm going to finish what you rudely interrupted earlier."
Steve buckled down with laughter, his hand clutching his chest and his smoke hanging loosely from his lips, "I really fucking love this girl!" he boomed into the clearing.
She laughed along with him, her cheeks flushing from the attention his words drew to her, she felt his gaze on her body, making it prickle with goosebumps on her skin. Taking a deep breath, Willow's eyes involuntarily wandered back to Bucky as he finished stacking up the wood, making his way over to sit on her other side, they were almost caging her small frame in between them.
"How's that for wood chopping, eh?" He leaned to whisper in her ear, a proud grin taking over his face as she turned to him, pretending to be in thought just to tease him, "I don't know," and his smile began to drop before she continued, "pretty impressive, I guess." She finished reaching her hand to wrap around his bicep, squeezing it lightly. Bucky was about to reply when all heads turned to the approaching figure, effectively silencing everyone.
Twigs snapped as a man emerged and Willow had to bite her lip to keep from laughing. Steve turned his head and she could see his shoulders shake from across the fire pit. The man was wearing shorts so small it made Steve’s shorts look like capri pants. A white crop top hung loosely on his torso, adorned with not one, not two, but three whistles. "Not getting started without me, are we?" the man asked, an eyebrow cocking up as his tongue darted out to wet his mustache. Steve full-on snorted and Wanda slapped his shoulder as he wiped away a tear.
"Uh--Zemo..." Peter started with a wince, "I think you grabbed one of the girls' shorts..." The man glanced down, running long thin fingers across the dead animal currently adorning his upper lip. "No, no Parker. These are mine." Steve howled with laughter as he fell backward into the dirt, his hand across his chest while Wanda buried her face into her hands. Willow turned her head slightly to hide her own laughter into Bucky's arm. She could feel his own shoulders shaking against her skin which only made it difficult for her to stop.
“Alright, someone get this fire going, it’s time you all heard about the one they called, The Ghost,” Zemo said, clapping his hands together. Steve and Bucky set up some logs, sparking a flame with Steve’s lighter and getting a roaring fire going. “The Ghost was a regular man once, they say. Before he became what he did…” Zemo trailed off, fire crackling, everyone entranced. “He was the best of the best, no one could catch him, no one ever saw him coming, and those who didn’t live long.” Willow shuddered, despite the heat from the fire and being huddled closer to Bucky.
It was starting to get darker and Willow heard a twig snap in the distance as Zemo kept telling the story. Her heart started to race and she reached out to hold Bucky's arm as she looked around the quickly darkening forest behind them. John flashed her a shit-eating grin from the other end of the campfire. "Scared, Voorhees?"
"Fuck off, Walker. Dumb shitbag," Steve quipped. He reached down and threw a rock, laughing as it bounced off of John's thick skull.
"His stories are all bullshit anyway, sugar," Bucky whispered. He grinned and pulled her close to him, his hand resting on her thigh. Willow could feel the cool metal from his silver skull rings against her warm skin. Zemo blew one of his whistles and everyone around the campfire jumped.
"Ow! Zemo, what the hell?!" Bucky shouted as everyone covered their ears.
Zemo glared at him. "Don't be rude, Barnes."
Bucky made a scoffing noise in the back of his throat and flipped Zemo off low enough that he didn’t see but Willow and Steve did, making them both snicker. Bucky moved his hand further up her thigh squeezing gently, and she shuddered again but this time it wasn’t because of Zemo’s story. She turned her face into his neck and pressed a gentle kiss against the soft skin there and she felt the vibration of his hum on her lips.
Zemo cleared his throat, giving them a pointed look. “As I was saying…”
Zemo continued with his story, his voice booming. The man obviously had a passion for the theatrical. The fire crackled and threw a gentle glow against everyone’s faces, captivated by the story of The Ghost. Except Willow, who was captivated by Bucky’s fingers, tracing circles against her thigh. He ducked his head down and pressed his lips ever so lightly against the side of her neck, nipping at her pulse with his teeth. She felt wetness pool in her panties and took her bottom lip between her teeth. “Zemo’s ghost stories are always a crock of shit,” he whispered in the shell of her ear. His tongue flicked against it and she stifled a moan. He squeezed her thigh again. “Why don’t we go get some more firewood?” He pushed his nose against her soft, blonde hair, inhaling deeply. “I think I know a piece of wood you’ll really like,” he growled.
Willow's breath caught in her throat, as she nodded once and almost jumped off the log they were sitting on pulling Bucky with her. She cleared her throat, “We’re uh, gonna get more firewood” she mumbled quickly.
They made their way out into the woods, Bucky gripped her waist causing a loud giggle to escape her lips, as she spun around and pressed into a tree. “Shh angel.. no interruptions this time” Bucky hummed, capturing her lips with his.
"You promised me a piece of wood, Barnes. Now, let’s see." Willow lowered herself onto her knees. "Yes, I did." He swallowed hard as Willow made a quick way of his shorts and briefs, his cock standing to attention just for her.
"I don't know if you won the contest," she giggled, stroking the length of his shaft with the back of her forefinger. "Back at the campfire, Steve was making a compelling argument that he-"
Bucky pulled her up and stopped her talking with a slow, hungry kiss. Taking her bottom lip between his and took his time savoring her.
"Naughty," she huffed breathlessly and pulled her hand from his erection. "I want to hear you beg."
"Willow," he pressed his lips to her neck in a fury, panicked and needy they stopped just below her ear. "Beg, Bucky." She whispered against his hair, wrapping her hand around the back of his neck so she could pull on the small strands around his nape.
He groaned as she pulled his head back by his hair, hissing at the sting of her pull.
She started placing small chaste kisses to his cheeks, jawline and down his neck while she taunted him with her other hand tracing figures around his hip bones. Bucky's breathing was ragged and shallow, his body twitching under her touch.
Licking a hot stripe up to his ear, Willow bit down gently before teasing him, "Come on, baby. Let me hear you."
Bucky's breath was hot on her shoulder as he huffed sharply, his body pressing her further into the bark. Willow placed a kiss on his clenched jaw as her nails raked against his cock, the swollen head now obvious against her hip. His head fell forward against the tree trunk.
"Please,' he groaned. "Please, let me feel your mouth. Fuck I want you so bad."
Her hand reached down between his legs, stroking him as little whines escaped his lips. His eyes were completely rolled back as he rutted his hips against her hand.
Releasing him, she slid back down to her knees.
"Maybe if you stay still enough, I'll let you finish," Willow whispered, looking up at his flushed face.
"Please..." He begged into the bark.
She smiled at the melting puddle of a man standing in front of her. Twice now, Willow had reduced him down to a whimpering mess and it only made the fire in her own stomach burn brighter.
Willow wrapped her hand around the base of his length, stroking gently as small moans slipped from his plush pink lips, his forehead still pressed against the tree. She positioned herself, raising up slightly before licking the bead of precum that had gathered on his tip. Bucky hissed at the contact which only encouraged her more as she wrapped her lips around him and began bobbing her head slowly.
Bucky was shaking, holding still as Willow swirled her tongue around the head of his dick.
“Darlin’ please, let me come,” Bucky pleaded, voice cracking. Willow looked up at him, humming and watching his eyes roll back into his head. She pulled back, a string of saliva connecting her lips and his dick before breaking.
“I suppose you’ve been good,” she murmured, stroking his cock. “Okay, baby, you can come, whenever you’re ready.”
Willow wrapped her lips around him and sucked on him until her cheeks hollowed out. Bucky groaned, tangling his fingers in her hair. His hips snapped and forced his cock deeper and deeper into her mouth. She dug her fingernails into his thighs, hearing him groan above her. His rings clinked together as his fingers bumped into each other. Bucky began to whine, desperate and aching for her.
"Fuck, princess, that's so good. Fuck, you're gonna make me come--"
A scream echoed through the air and Willow pulled back, gasping.
"What the fuck?!"
"Nonononono!" Bucky begged, biting down on his lip. "No, please, baby, I was so close! It's just Steve fucking around out there!"
A twig snapped, echoing through the woods. Willow got to her feet and looked into the darkness, her eyes wide and frantic.
"Bucky, there's someone out there."
He tugged on her shirt gently and whimpered.
"Come on, Willow, there's nobody! Nothing happened! It's just Rogers-- HEY, STEVE! FUCK OUTTA HERE, WILL YA?"
They both paused and all Willow heard was a thick, eerie silence that seemed to fill the forest around them with dread.
A bloodcurdling scream cut through the air. High pitched, filled with fear and grief. The hair on the back of Willow’s neck immediately rose. It was coming from the campfire- and it was one of the girls. “What the fuck is happening?” she whispered, feeling a sudden chill in the air.
“Willow- wait- maybe you could-“ Bucky pleaded as Willow grabbed his hand and ran back towards the group. Another scream as they got closer, this time from one of the guys. She hoped to God that, somewhere along the way, he’d tucked his cock back into his shorts.
Willow stopped dead in her tracks and Bucky ran directly into her back. The entire group was gathered by the fire, all shaking and crying. Zemo was crying the hardest. She followed their eyes to find Walker’s body slumped over a bench about 10 feet away, near the s’mores ingredients. His throat had been slit, and there was a hunting knife sticking out of his back.
“What the fuck is going on?” Scott shrieked, kicking the ever-loving shit out of a nearby log.
"Walker was killed." Bucky swallowed hard, toughening his stance. Surrounding him, people screamed, and loud cries echoed through the air.
"He said he was going to the bathroom," Wanda whimpered from where Yelena held her an arm's length away from Walker's dead body. "And then he stumbled back out of the forest like that."
"Where's Rogers?" Bucky asked his hand around Willow's in a vice grip. Peter shrugged, just trying to console a hysterical Zemo.
"I'm right fucking here," He barked. He walked into the light of the raging campfire, a hot pink bandana tied into his long blonde hair, and war paint smudged across his cheeks. He pumped a shotgun with one hand as he stomped toward the axe and pulled it from the wood effortlessly. "Here, take this. There's something, or someone hunting us," he tossed the axe in Bucky's direction before kneeling next to the dead body.
It nearly smacked the camp supervisor in the face but Willow caught it in her palm and twirled it in her hands.
"That was really hot," Steve paused to look at her with playful consideration as he gripped Walkers hair and yanked his lifeless head up. "Definitely a someone," He said looking at the rough knife cut across John's pale throat. Peter puked at the sight of the blood to the left of Zemo, every marshmallow in his body tumbling to the ground violently.
Scrunching up her face in disgust, Willow slapped his hand off of Walker's head, "Stop that! I don't know what's more disgusting; the blood or the vomit." She yelled at Steve as her eyes traveled across everyone's scared faces.
Bucky had collected himself enough that he was now ushering the kids away from the sight of John's body with Wanda helping him.
"Look," Willow called out to get everyone's attention, "We need to know what the hell is going on here!" As a few people nodded their agreement.
"Just get everyone inside and then we can re-group and maybe search for whoever did this" Willow ordered her fellow counselors as she glanced back at the dead body, the sight of blood trailing down the pale skin making her skin crawl.
Willow turned away from the sight of John's limp body on the ground and back to the group of counsellors that were still huddled together. Bucky made his way back to her, following her eyeline.
"Hey! You heard her! Get the kids inside the mess hall!" His voice boomed through the thick night air, his hands now on his hips. They watched Peter usher Zemo inside while Wanda and Kate gathered the rest of the kids.
She turned to him, "We need to find out if anyone else went missing besides us and John during Zemo's story."
Bucky's brows furrowed, bright blue eyes meeting his. "You think someone here at Camp did this?" He asked, pointing to John.
Steve huffed as he stood, "Bucky's right... John was an asshole but no one here hated him that much."
She ran a hand over her face with a shrug. "The camp is pretty secluded though. Whoever did this is either here or some psycho hunting down teenagers in the woods for fun.”
“Ain’t that a happy thought,” Bucky muttered, swiping a hand through his hair.
“Well, you and Buck were the only ones I saw leave, so I’m betting on the psycho. Let’s get inside and break into teams, search the camp until we find them,” Steve said firmly, grip shifting on his shotgun.
“As long as no one is alone and someone stays to watch the kids,” Willow added, Bucky nodding along.
Willow, Steve, and Bucky headed into the camp counselor office.
Steve grabbed a baseball bat from the corner and tossed it to Bucky, who caught it with ease. Willow glanced over at him and he grinned, despite the fear in his eyes.
A knock at the door startled the three of them. Bucky jumped the highest, a loud squeak spilling from his mouth. They could see the shadow of feet underneath the door. Willow gripped her axe tightly, and Bucky held his bat up even higher over his head, ready to strike as Steve inched toward the door.
"Whoever that is, better be ready to answer me or I'm gonna blow your fuckin' head off!" Steve shouted.
"It's me and Scott!" Peter shouted. "Zemo and the girls are with the kids, we came to help!"
The three of them sighed and Steve wrenched open the door. Bucky and Steve yanked Peter and Scott inside by their collars.
"Are you fucking crazy?! There's a psycho out there!" Bucky hissed. He looked down at Scott. "What the hell is that?"
"A wiffle bat," Scott replied.
"It's fucking plastic, dude!" Bucky sighed.
"WELL, WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO DO ABOUT THAT?!"
"Hang on," Steve mumbled as he searched in a closet.
He tossed Scott a crowbar. Peter had a large kitchen knife in his hand.
"We'll go left near the woods, and you guys go the other way near the beach," Steve told them.
They nodded and the five of them burst out of the camp counselor office. Peter and Scott sprinted toward the beach. They heard another branch crack near the forest and Steve sprinted toward it, going full Rambo as he cocked the shotgun.
"ROGERS!" Bucky called. "Fuck, I'm going after him."
He sprinted off toward his friend.
"BUCKY!" Willow screamed and Bucky grinned as he jogged backward.
"I'LL BE RIGHT BACK!"
“For fuck sakes.. HAVE NEITHER OF YOU SEEN A HORROR MOVIE!?” Willow called after them, clear frustration and fear coming through in her voice.
Willow groaned and stood there for a moment, before jogging slowly in their direction. There was no way she was standing there in the dark woods by herself. Not like this.
When she finally spied them in the trees again, she slowed to a fast walk throwing her arms in the air.
“What the hell was that abo-…” her words were cut off as she tripped over what she assumed was a log and fell to the ground. “Ow fuck!” She groaned, Bucky and Steve jogging over to help her up.
Willow rolled to the side and managed to pull herself to her knees as she wiped her hands together, feeling something wet and sticky covering them.
Bucky knelt in front of her, "are you ok?" he asked. "Oh fuck," he swore before she had time to tell him that her ankle was sore and knees scraped.
"What is that?" She whispered.
"Who..." Steve huffed, "it's Hope."
Willow sat up on her knees, forcing the nausea down when she realized that she was covered in the dead girl's blood. Her shirt was hanging ripped from her bloody body and her chest was cleaved open with a large, rib splitting wound down the center.
"What the hell could have done that?" Bucky helped Willow from the ground, sweeping the leaves and moss from her body.
Steve lifted his shot gun as another twig snapped in the distance, "I don't fucking know man but whatever it is, whoever it is. They're stalking us."
Willow's whole body was shaking uncontrollably, for all the bravado she had, being covered in someone else's blood was enough to make her scared.
She held onto the boys as they checked her over, halting their movements as she grabbed their hands.
"We can't split up, it's not safe" she tugged on Steve's arm as he was about to head off in a random direction in the dark, he was shaking too, his eyes wide.
"But we need to find whoever is doing this," Bucky started, not willing to give up and wait to be killed off too. Willow nodded, looking determintally at him, blood was covering most of his arms due to him helping her up.
"And we will.. we will jus-" she was abruptly cut off by a scream sounding somewhere around them, making them instantly rush back towards the camp, armed and hoping to all they're on the right trail.
"STICK TOGETHER!" Willow screamed at them.
The boys ran slightly ahead of her as she tried everything to ignore the stinging sensation her ankle was currently shooting up her leg.
Bucky and Steve both came to a halt in the center of the clearing. Steve promptly raised his shotgun as Bucky turned back, reaching his hand out for Willow as she caught up to them. "What is it?" She asked, stepping from around the two towering men.
"Zemo?" Steve's voice cut through the deafening silence. A gasp left Willow's lips as Zemo turned to them, Scott's limp body falling to the grass below his feet.
"Welcome back kids!" Zemo's voice sang through the air, his crop top completely covered in blood and the kitchen knife Peter had was hanging in his right hand. His toothy grin glistened in the moonlight, sending a chill over Willow's body as she gripped the axe tighter. "Did you like my scavenger hunt?"
“What the fuck? You killed them for a- for a fucking game?” Willow asked, taking a step forwards in anger, Bucky trying to pull her back.
“You think I killed them?” Zemo laughed, it turning hysterical as he stared at Willow. “Wait’ll you see-“
Zemo stopped talking suddenly, and a trail of blood formed at the corner of his mouth before his body slumped to the ground, a hatchet sticking out of his back.
The moon came out from behind the clouds, illuminating the person behind Zemo.
Willow shook and Steve pointed the gun at the figure who stepped into the light, a large knife in one hand. Wind rustled through the trees and Willow kept waiting for someone else to step out of the shadows. They were wearing a burlap sac over their head and turned to face Willow. Her heart leapt into her throat and Bucky stepped forward to protect her.
"Hello, dear," an extremely familiar voice rang out through the dead silence. "I just couldn't stay away from here after all these years!"
Willow's eyes went wide as the killer ripped off the mask to reveal her mother's smiling face staring at her, eyes black like a shark's, and hollow.
"What the fuck..." Steve whispered.
A sinister cackle came from her mothers lips, as she tossed Peter's severed head to the ground. “Willow dear, I have to thank you. If it wasn’t for you getting this job, none of this would have been possible”
Willow stood, frozen as she stared, unsure if she was going to vomit or burst into tears. This couldn’t be her mother. No, this was some imposter or shapeshifting monster. Her mother could never.
“No…” was all she managed to whisper.
“What the fuck…” Steve spoke a little louder.
Bucky ripped the gun from Steve’s hand and cocked it as he took a few steps forward and pointed it at the killer.
“Bucky no!!” Willow begged “please.. give her a chance to explain.. there has to be something.. I can’t just let you..”
“I knew you’d always protect me, kitten” her mother smirked as she twirled the knife around.
Bucky turned the shotgun on Willow, "are you in on this?"
She couldn't even think let alone process what Bucky was accusing her off. Why was her mother here? What connections to this camp could she possibly have that would drive her to murder teenagers?
"Drop the weapon pretty boy," her mother laughed. "Willow has no idea, look at her. I didn't raise an idiot," her mother snapped and came to stand over Zemo's lifeless body. "I came to make things right. This camp used to be the only safe place in my life," she swung the knife around in the air wildly as she spoke.
Willow didn't recognize this person, whoever her mother had become in the shadows was sick and tormented. This was not her mother.
Bucky spun the gun back on her mother, unsure where to point in the chaos. "What the hell are you talking about?" he snapped at her.
"The handsome ones are always the most dangerous," her mother rolled her eyes.
"Bucky isn't like that," Willow argued, stepping forward with her axe still gripped in her shaky hands.
"Bucky isn't like that," her mother mocked. "What, you sucked his dick and now you're an expert on his personality? I'm doing this for us."
"What do you mean for us?! WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS MOM?" Willow questioned the woman standing in front of her, trying to steady the axe in her hand as she tried to step closer to her. Tears were filling her eyes and making her vision blurry.
Bucky's arm shot out to stop her, the shot gun trained on her mom and his eyes too while Steve shouted at her, "WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE?!" his eyes running from Willow's face to her mom's. Anger and betrayal written all over his face.
"I'M GETTING TO YOU!" Her mother screeched, pointing the knife at Steve. "All of you boys are the same. Just like your Fathers," Her mother seethed. "Stupid, arrogant and only looking for pussy and the moment you don't get it, you turn mean and cruel."
Willow pushed against Bucky's hand, against his own protests. "What are you talking about!" Her voice shaky.
"John Walker Senior and his band of assholes including your father," She moved the knife towards Bucky, who raised the shotgun a little bit higher, "and your father." Her mother trained the knife back onto Steve. "They ruined this place for me. Got me fired all because I refused--'' Her voice cut off from the anger seeping from her pores. Even in the dim moonlight, Willow was losing sight of the woman standing in front of her. It wasn't her mother, it was something much darker.
“They all think they’re so safe, so comfortable in the power they hold over others. Who’d have ever suspected that their children would die gruesome, horrible deaths.” Willow’s mom took a step towards them and Steve hefted the gun at her head.
“Don’t fucking move,” he growled, and Willow’s mom sighed, looking to her.
“Don’t you ever get tired of being around assholes like this?” she asked, and Willow shook her head in disbelief.
"Mom, you're not thinking clearly--"
Her mother cut her off with a cackle that echoed through the air and made the three of them shudder. She smiled, taking a step toward Steve as she looked him up and down.
"Oh, don't you worry about me, sweetheart. I'm thinking just fine." She paused and trained those black, empty eyes that Willow no longer recognized on Steve's face. "I'll tell you what, Rogers. I'll let you choose how you die."
Steve's gun was trembling in his hands and Willow's mother took another step toward him, a psychotic and malicious grin spreading across her face.
"What's the matter, Rogers? Scared?"
“Of you?” He scoffed, and swallowed thickly, trying to put on a brave face. “Only cowards kill for reve-…”
Willow's mother lunged forward, slamming the knife between Steve’s ribs and twisting upwards, a wide smirk on her face as she watched the tall, broad man gurgle blood before his knees collapsed below him.
In the heat of the moment, Bucky pulled the trigger, hitting Willows mother throw the eye socket. Her limp body fell into the dirt, as Bucky threw the gun and collapsed on the ground, cradling Steve’s head in his hands.
“Hey, hey, hey … look at me Rogers, you’re okay” Bucky pleaded. “You have to be okay..”
Steve brought his hand up to Bucky's chest and smiled weakly at him, “… til the end of the line, pal” He whispered, as his head fell backwards and his body went limp.
A sob tore from Bucky's throat as Willow stood frozen in place, "Buck," she whispered through her tears.
His head snapped to where her mother had collapsed in the dirt, only her body was gone and only a thick pool of blood was left in her absence. "The lake," Bucky looked back to her, his eyes red and jaw tense. "There's canoes on the shore we can reach help."
"The kids, they're in the dining hall," Willow wasn't even sure how she was speaking, time felt sluggish and weird. Her mother had killed so many people. She looked down at the blood on her hands and blinked the tears from her sore eyes. The blood of your friends drawn from the blood of your kin she thought as her eyes drifted to the pool of blood left from her mother.
Bucky was standing now, tying Steve's bloody bandana around his wrist and checking his pockets for shotgun ammo. He marched over to her, covered in so much blood, streaks from where he had wiped the tears from his bloodshot eyes left on his cheeks. He pressed a hand to her face and forced her to look at him, "she's not after the kids, she's after you and me. We have to get to the lake."
Willow instinctively leaned into his touch, closing her eyes to take a steadying deep breath. She could feel Bucky's thumb rubbing gently across her cheekbone and as she opened her eyes he tilted his head down, to catch her gaze. "We're gonna get out of this...okay? Come on." He said and she knew that he was mustering up any ounce of courage he had left in him.
"Okay." She whispered as his hand dropped from her cheek, grasping hers and leading her towards the lakeshore.
They grabbed a canoe, dragging it into the water, hopping in and picking up the paddles. Bucky was in the back of the canoe, steering them away from the dock, deeper into the lake. When they were far enough away from shore, Willow stopped paddling, carefully turning around to face Bucky.
They sat for a moment in the stillness, then Willow said, “Did that really just happen? Tell me I’m wrong and my mother didn’t just go psychotic and kill nearly everyone. Tell me it’s gonna be okay, tell me- tell me…” Willow was getting more worked up by the minute.
“Hey, shh, it’s okay, we’re okay, we’ll be okay,” Bucky murmured, leaning forwards and cradling Willow’s face in his hands.
"I feel like I should be comforting you," she breathed.
Her eyes welled up with tears, mixing with the sweat, blood and dirt that had gathered on her face.
"You must hate me, Bucky."
Bucky shook his head.
"You didn't know, Willow. It's not your fault that your mom was a total psycho."
She began to cry and Bucky put his canoe paddle inside, next to him, grabbing hers to keep it from slipping into the water. He cupped her face in his hands again and smiled.
"We made it, right? That's all that matters."
She let out a broken sob, unable to control it anymore.
"I'm so sorry."
Bucky stared at her, his bright eyes searching hers. He was on the verge of tears. He just lost everyone, and he was still trying to be brave for her. He cleared his throat.
"You don't have to be sorry. Just kiss me."
Willow sniffled and moved forward, rocking the canoe, but they didn’t seem to care. She captured his lips hard and desperate, combing her bloodied hands into Buckys hair.
He moaned against her lips and placed his hands on her ribs, gripping her skin to keep her steady.
Her lips parted and their tongues jammed together, a mess of saliva, sweat and others blood mixing between them.
“Fuck Bucky..” Willowed whined, tugging on his hair and making him groan against her lips.
"We're gonna be okay," he pulled away from her and peppered her bloody face with rabid kisses. His hands gripped her tightly and slid her to the edge of her wooden seat until she was completely wrapped in his legs. "I'm going to get you out of this," he tangled his hands into her hair and pulled her against his lips.
Willow whined, kissing him back as her fingers tangled into the hair at the nape of his neck. The kiss was messy and this was definitely not how she wanted to spend the start of her summer but being in this canoe with her lips locked to his, the feeling of safety began to wash over her.
She pulled away, pressing her forehead to his, their chests heaving, "Please don't leave me." Willow whispered, her voice still shaky and her confidence and bravado completely gone at this point.
“I’m not going anywhere, I told you, we’re making it out of this,” Bucky said, pressing his lips to hers again before pulling away. “We’re safe out here, I promise.”
As the words left his lips, a body popped out of the water and a haunting howl echoed through the night, piercing their ears. Willow and Bucky screamed as a hand reached out and tried to pull the canoe over.
It took Willow a few seconds to realize that it was her mother with a large bloody bullet wound in her eye and her mouth agape in a desperate, furious cry. Bucky grabbed a paddle in both hands and held it like a spear.
"GO TO HELL!" He roared as he jammed the canoe handle into her mother's eye socket.
Another howl, but this time it was one of pain. She kept trying to grasp onto the edge of the canoe and Bucky snarled as Willow picked up her own paddle. They had to end this. As terrified as she was in that moment, she knew what they had to do.
Willow began to slam the paddle against her mother's skull, watching blood and bone fly into the water. Bucky pulled the paddle from her eye socket. Her fingers were still holding on to the edge.
"THIS IS FOR STEVE, YOU FUCKING BITCH!"
He turned the handle around and jammed it into her neck. Willow watched in horror as her mother's head was severed from her body, sinking into the water. The pruny fingers that gripped the canoe slid off of the wood and the body disappeared into the black water below.
Bucky and Willow stared into the water, breathing hard, their paddles and faces covered in blood. It was all over the canoe, too.
"We have to get the fuck out of here," he whispered. He grabbed Willow's hand. "I'm not gonna leave you. Okay? I promise."
She nodded and Bucky kissed her again before they plunked themselves down and began to paddle as hard as they could until they reached the other side of the lake. She could see police lights, and she knew they were going to make it out of here together.
It was over.
on his knees
synopsis: even the king of the underworld has his weaknesses. bucky’s just happens to be a mortal woman he can’t get enough of.
pairing: bucky barnes (hades/devil) x f!reader
word count: 2.7k
warnings: 18+ ONLY. breaking & entering, ig technically monsterfucking, devil/mortal dynamics a la hades/persephone, dirty talk, teasing, oral (receiving), bucky breaks the wall, pet-names, bucky on his knees for the reader/begging, size kink bc bucky is 6’6 here in my mind, fingering, unprotected sex, power imbalance, possessiveness, this bucky also wears rings and chains and had civil war era hair, idk what else but lmk if i missed anything!!
notes: i wrote this for me, myself, and i <3
The floorboards groaned under your feet as you crept further into your small, New York City apartment. Every creak echoed in your mind, reminding you that he could appear at any moment. That he knew you were home and thinking of him.
The day weighed heavily on your shoulders, slumped and hunched as you made your way into the tiny kitchen to grab yourself a glass of water. Your muscles ached and begged for some sort of release, but the only release you wanted was his.
His face was plastered over every news outlet for the past two years, cautioning anyone who may stumble into his path or fall to their knees in front of him in hopes he shows mercy.
He never does.
The shower springs to life, spurts of water being the only thing you can hear as you slowly strip your clothes. They fall to the floor unceremoniously where they’ll stay until you find the energy to shove them deep into your hamper. Where you’ll also put off laundry until you run out of clean underwear.
It’s a dangerous, vicious cycle.
Everything melts away as you step under the too-hot stream of water. The day runs through your head, along with the too-long list of things you need to do. The bills you need to pay and the commitments you made when you were in a much better mood now plague you.
“Shit,” you curse under your breath when the stream starts to turn lukewarm.
You have only a few minutes before it’s ice-cold, spending too much time just standing under the water sulking. A quick lather is all you get before you’re pulling over a large sweater and thick socks. The fabric is long enough to forgo shorts or any type of pants.
The low hum of traffic on the street fills the living room before you’re on the couch with the TV playing in the background. What you’re really focused on is your phone. No one can stop talking about him, you can’t stop thinking of him.
It’s driving you mad, keeping him a secret when his face is plastered on every fucking tabloid. Though, you really hope he can’t read minds because you’re sure he wouldn’t be too happy with the thoughts running through yours right now.
Your nights have been the same. A boring, mundane routine that makes you want to put your head through a wall. But you made a deal. You made a deal with him and whether you like it or not, you’re bound to him.
Those are the last words that float in your head before you’re drifting off to sleep, entirely unaware of what was about to happen next.
You groan when you awake, eyelids heavy with sleep as you rub them, adjusting your position only to realize you have a kink in your neck. You’re confused at first, wondering why you’re not in your bed when your eyes flicker to the TV that’s still playing a random episode of something.
It all clicks as you drag yourself into a sitting position, eyes still adjusting to the darkness after you’ve turned the TV off. The air feels colder and suddenly, the hair on the back of your neck raises like an alert.
“Hello, my Darling.” His voice flows over you, just above a whisper and you gasp when you realize he’s standing right by your window.
He turns to face you before cocking his head as a smirk grows across his lips. You’re frozen in place, unable to move as your eyes move over his body. He’s dressed like he always is: black dress pants and a black button down.
Except tonight, he looks only a little less put together. His hair is mused and tucked behind his ears. The sleeves of his shirt are rolled to expose his forearms and the top few buttons are undone, his dark tattoos just barely visible.
Your heart kicks in your chest, beating erratically. You still can’t seem to find any words as he makes his way over to you. He towers over you, making you feel like a speck before he bends at the waist to cup your cheek.
“I’ve missed you,” he purrs, thumb brushing over your cheekbone and you can’t help but lean into his touch because fuck, you’ve missed him too. So goddamn much.
He stays like that before his thumb moves to your lower lip, brushing over it. Your eyes are locked on his, afraid that if you look away, he’ll disappear like a figment of your imagination. Perhaps you’re still dreaming.
When he pulls away, it feels like he’s taken a piece of you. You crave him, need to be near him, want his touch. He exudes confidence, watching you with a curious gaze.
“What’s wrong, Darling?” He asks, though not concerned. He’s amused by your lack of anything.
You shake your head, quickly standing up and reaching out for him, “I just, I didn’t think you were really here.”
He smiles, tugging you into his body by your waist until you’re flush with him. He smells exactly the same, a rich woodsy, earthy scent as you smooth your hands over his chest. You know that the man who’s got you in his arms is dangerous, beyond that, even, but you can’t seem to care.
They always warned you not to make deals with the devil, but they never warned you about how handsome he’d be.
“I can’t stay away from my girl for long,” he hums. “Not when you’re bound to me.”
That’s when it hits you, that you’re not only bound to him in this lifetime, but in all others. That no matter what, you’re his and only his. You may not have picked him, but he picked you and that was enough.
“Did you break into my apartment?” You blurt suddenly, watching the smile erupt on his face along with the sound of his deep laughter.
“Of course I did.” He replies casually, “What did you expect from the King of the Underworld? Or the Devil as you call it.”
Something in your chest flutters at the sound of the word, how macabre it really is to be in the arms of the Devil. Yet, in some fucked up way, it excites you. It makes you feel like you’re stuck in an endless loop of mundanity.
He’s still got you in his arms, fingers running up and down your back as you feel the distinct and heavy weight of the prosthetic one. It sends a chill down your spine and sometimes you wonder if he does that on purpose.
“Now,” he leans down closer to you. “Are you going to tell me that you’ve missed me too or are you just going to assume I know because of how wet you are already?”
You inhale sharply at his words, curling your toes into the hardwood floors as you tuck your bottom lip between your teeth. His dark eyes don’t waver, steady and trained on you and it makes you squirm.
“I’ve missed you too,” you whisper, barely audible but you know he’s heard you loud and clear.
He chuckles deeply, his chest vibrating against your own. In an instant, he’s maneuvered you both so he’s on the couch and you’re perched nicely on his lap.
“I figured as much, I could smell you from across town, Darling.” He rasps, cupping your jaw once again to hold you close to him.
It’s these moments that you crave and dream about. Constantly wishing it could be the two of you forever. It’s the silly little fantasy that keeps you going, knowing that he needs you just as bad as you need him.
“Do you remember last time?” He muses, pulling you closer so your core is nestled right above his. You simply nod your head, too aware of his growing length as he rocks you over him gently.
“I couldn’t get enough of you, Darling. You have any idea how sweet you are?” He whispers against your cheek, fingers digging into your hips as you grind over him.
“I dream about you, about how you say my name when I’m at home between your thighs.” His voice has become deeper, more gravelly as you let your head fall back and mouth open.
His lips are soft and warm against your neck as he leaves open mouthed kisses on your flesh. He’s just as addicting as you remember, and his words leave you dizzy for me.
“Say my name for me, Darling. Or do you want me to get on my knees and beg you?” He asks and you a moan escapes you.
Your eyes meet his, dark and hungry, but playful.
He licks his lips as you nod and say again.
“I want to hear you beg.”
You’re not sure what’s going to come of this, you’re almost certain you’ll regret it, but right now, you don’t fucking care. The mere idea of seeing him on his knees for you is driving you wild and the throbbing between your legs needs to be dealt with.
“My girl wants to hear me beg, huh?” He smirks, his sharp canines shining under the moonlight.
You can only nod your head again, fisting the collar of his shirt before you’re moving with him. Your back hits the cool wall, both of his palms flat against the wall on either side of your head.
He’s so much taller than you that you have to crane your head upwards just to meet his eyes. He’s menacing, truly evil and yet, you’ve asked him to beg for you. Maybe you’re just as evil, maybe he’s influenced you enough.
You watch him drop to his knees in slow motion, the floorboards creaking under his weight. You immediately steady yourself on his broad shoulders as he inches your sweater up to expose your stomach.
“I have never,” he places a kiss to your skin. “In my life,” another hot kiss, “begged for anything.”
A shudder runs down your body when his fingers trace the outline of your cotton panties, but his words are the true cause of the sensation. To see him on his knees for you is something you’ll never forget. It may be the only thing you’ll ever think about.
“But for you, my Darling, I’d do just about anything.” He says, hooking his fingers into your panties and pulling them down your legs.
They’re discarded quickly, your breathing rapid as he hooks a single leg over his shoulder, causing you to sink your nails into the skin of his shoulders. He hisses in pleasure, taking a moment to catch his breath.
When he looks up at you, his eyes have been entirely consumed by darkness. There is no more light to them and you know there’s no going back. He’s got you pinned against the wall, hot breath against your core as he gives you a sinister smile.
“My Darling,” he purrs, “I beg you, scream my name so loud everyone knows that you are mine.”
He doesn’t give you any other warning before his tongue is flat against your pussy. Your head hits the wall so hard you think you’ve dented one or the other, but you don’t care. Not when he’s on his knees eating you out like a God.
“Oh fuck,” you gasp, grasping onto him even tighter.
You don’t need to see his face to know he’s smirking, “that’s not what I begged for.”
Your head is spinning and you feel dizzy already when two thick fingers slip into your entrance, curling so deep inside of you that you lose your breath. His name is on the tip of your tongue, it’s just too bad that he’s stolen your breath.
“If you want to come, scream my name, Darling.” He says in a tone so soft you could barely tell it was a threat.
And he’s true to his word, teasing you with slow but meticulous flicks of his tongue in combination with his fingers until you’re on the verge of tears And you think that this must be your purgatory.
“You can do it, Darling. Say my name and I’ll let you come.” He whispers against your inner thigh, nipping at the sensitive skin.
“Please,” you’re begging him now, but it doesn’t seem to work.
A tear slips down your cheek and you’re biting your lip so hard you’ve drawn blood. He’s holding you against the wall with his free arm so squirming is impossible. You’re absolutely stuck.
“Please,” the plea escapes you again. “Please, Bucky.”
When his name finally leaves your lips, it’s like a bomb goes off. White hot pleasure seeps through every bone in your body and if it wasn’t for Bucky, you’d have collapsed into a pile on the floor.
He keeps you upright, body pressed firmly against yours as he swallows your cries with his lips against your own. The kiss brings you back to reality, threading your arms around his neck to keep him close.
“I only ever want to hear my name on your lips, my Darling. No one else’s.” He confesses, breathing just as wildly as you.
His erection digs against your hip and you’re wild and hungry for him. You’re convinced he can read minds because the next sound you hear is the sound of his belt hitting the floor.
“Jump,” he commands.
You do as he catches you, your legs tight around his waist. His eyebrows are furrowed tightly together as he watches you with pure concentration.
“When I was younger, my mother told me a tale. A tale that I never believed until I met you.” Bucky rasps as your chests meet each others.
“It was about a fallen angel who fell only to be with a mortal woman. It was said she was so beautiful that he couldn’t stand to be away from her. I always thought it was stupid.” He says with a low growl.
“Giving up everything for a mortal. I could never understand it.” You feel like your heart is about to burst, Bucky’s dark shadow growing bigger under the moving moon.
“And then I met you and my world collapsed. I understood the angel then and why he decided to fall. Because if that was the only way I could be with you, well, I’d fall a thousand times, Darling.”
He fills you in that moment, barely giving you time to adjust.
“I want to be inside you, filling you up, every goddamn night.” Bucky groans as he fucks you deeply against the wall.
The wall is shaking, along with all of your decorations with each powerful thrust. You feel secure in his arms, his cock driving against your sweet spot as you tangle your fingers in his hair and tug.
“I want to be worshipping you every night, Darling. My face between your thighs or buried so deep inside of you that you forget your own fucking name. Whatever you want, I’ll give it to you.”
Something gives behind your back, but you don’t pay it much attention, too focused on the way Bucky is driving into you like his life depends on it.
“You’re no longer in my dreams, you haunt me.” He growls before you hear another crack and something splinters.
And splinters further before you’ve realized that there’s a human sized dent in the wall, that Bucky’s fucked you so hard he’s broken the wall and he’s not stopping until he’s satisfied.
“I need to feel you squeeze me, baby. Come for me, I’m begging you, put me out of my misery.” Bucky grunts before you’re falling over the edge again, this time, wrapped in him.
You feel him twitching inside of you, finishing before dropping his forehead onto your shoulder to catch his breath. He looks so human in these moments you wonder if he ever misses it. You hope he doesn’t.
“We broke the wall. My landlord is going to kill me,” you chuckle breathlessly as Bucky smiles lazily.
“No he won’t.” Bucky says matter-of-factly as he gently sets you down on your feet.
You’re wobbly, shaking even, but you manage to find your bearings as you straighten your sweater and let it fall to your thighs, no longer as exposed as you were just seconds ago. Bucky then steps closer, arm around your waist as he tilts your chin up with a finger.
“Come home, my Darling. Come home to me and let me get on my knees for you whenever you please.”
Prompt || Y/N is someone who never swears. Never. Until Bucky is inside her, thrusting with reckless abandon, and taking great pride in the fact that he can reduce Y/N to this disheveled, lustful state, unable to say anything but his name and swearing from how good it is. — Requested by @harrysthiccthighss
Pairing || TFATWS!Bucky x Female!Reader
Word Count || Less than 600
Contents & Warnings || Smut — NSFW, 18+ Only, Minors DNI, explicit content/language, pet names (doll, baby), unprotected and rough sex, praise kink, creampie, mention of bodily fluids.
Random prompt event || Masterlist
You are someone that almost never swears.
It’s just not something you were accustomed to and something that never manifested itself in your day-to-day vocabulary when you grew up, even though you heard it everywhere around you.
That, of course, doesn’t mean that you’ve never sworn before, but it was usually just during special (and primarily painful) circumstances—when you bumped any part of your body on a hard surface. Then, on rare occasions, would you curse under your breath at the stupid thing that hurt you.
But you have never found yourself swearing so much after you got together with your boyfriend, Bucky.
There was only during one particular moment(s) in your relationship where you found yourself swearing like a sailor, and that was during sex with him because, my God, no one has ever given it to you so good as he did. And he took such pride in absolutely wrecking you to the point where the only thing on your mind was his cock, and the only thing coming out of your mouth were the words fuck and Bucky.
He had you pinned down on the mattress as his hot body lay on top of yours. His hand held yours hostage above your head as his hips thrust mercilessly into your own, making his cock penetrate your tight and needy walls to perfection.
Your eyes were rolled to the back of your head as you gladly accepted each thrust. You slipped into a lustful state where the only thing on your mind was the sheer and pure pleasure he fed.
With his tip brushing deliciously against your sweet spot with every thrust, there was just a matter of seconds before he would have you screaming and crying his name, cursing for him not to stop and make you come.
“Come on, doll, let me hear you.” He grunted in your face as his forehead rested on yours.
It was right there on the tip of your tongue—the cries of pleasure he so desperately was trying to pull from you.
“Fuck, Bucky!” You sobbed as he broke you. There was no holding back now. Curse word after curse word flowed out of you as your orgasm built. You were nothing but a crying needy mess now.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck! Don’t fucking stop, baby, please!”
“There it is. Good girl. Good fucking girl.” He smirks as he’s completed his mission successfully.
He lets go of your hands so you could cling to his body as the coil in your stomach snapped, making you come hard around him as you cursed and cried some more. Bucky grunted against your neck as he spilt his release into your warm and enticing walls.
Once you’ve both come down, Bucky kisses you with such pride and love as he moans against your lips.
“Hmm, I’m the only one to make you curse and scream like that, doll.” He growls against your skin.
“Only you. Only fucking you, Bucky.”
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a clandestine affair —
summary || bucky can’t hold himself back when you look that gorgeous at Tony’s house warming party.
warnings || semi public sex, breeding kink, dirty talking, choking, fingering, multiple orgasms, orgasm denial, dacryphilia, bucky is horny and filthy af. PWP — MINORS DNI 🔞 if any of this makes you uncomfortable then please do not read!
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I have no idea why I’ve written this, guess I’m just horny but then what’s new..
“Bucky, what are you doing?” You giggled as Bucky led you into a room. His entire body was pressed to your back and you nearly moaned as he sucked on your neck. You harshly chewed on your lip to stop the moans from spilling out. “We can’t do it here…” you tried speaking some sense into him.
“Why can’t we?” He rasped back as he continued his ministrations. You nearly lost your thought process as he nibbled on your neck before leaving the bruises with his tongue. “Because…” you trailed off as his fingers slipped past your dress and trailed up your thighs.
“Because we’re at a party!” You finally blurted out, but it didn’t really have an effect. He just hummed and continued until you were touching the wall. You reached down to swat his hand away, but he cupped your clothed cunt and you backtracked in your plans. “They wouldn’t know.”
Technically he wasn’t wrong, the party was going on in full swing at the lawn, and you were at nearly the other end of the huge mansion. It was a house warning party arranged by Tony and right from Clint to Sam, everyone with their families was invited.
“Bucky but…” your train of thoughts derailed as he began circling your clit through your soaked panties. You closed your eyes and leaned your forehead against the cool wall to ground yourself. “What if someone finds us?” Producing coherent thoughts was getting more difficult as Bucky played your body to his tune.
His lips were busy sucking bruises on your neck and his metal arm held your hip while his flesh hand was making you dizzy with its ministrations. “They won’t even notice we’re gone.“ his reply was muffled by your skin. The trail of saliva left behind by him cooled down on your neck and made goosebumps erupt.
You stopped protesting when he pushed your panties aside and ran his fingers over your wet folds. He hummed against the column of your neck and your eyes nearly rolled back when two of his thick fingers entered your drenched hole. “Oh Bucky…” you moaned out his name.
“Be quiet sugar, we can’t have them listening, now can we?” His voice was thick with lust and even that somehow aroused your more. You squirmed and tried to suppress your moans as his fingers hit that spot within you that you couldn’t reach with your fingers.
You stood on your tip toes as he fingered you and kept murmuring filth in your ear. “You hear how wet your pussy is, sugar. You can’t deny me this softness when you yourself need it so bad.” You felt your face heat up at his words, but you were loving every second of it.
You were already on an edge with the thought of getting caught and though it sounded sinful, it still excited you. His palm was rubbing deliciously against your clit and that combined with every other sensation had you clenching down on his fingers.
But right as you were about to cascade down the abyss of bliss, Bucky pulled out his fingers. Your eyes snapped open and you turned around to gawk at Bucky. You whined pathetically and he just chuckled at your struggle, “Have patience my dear, because I need you to make a mess on my cock.”
The sound that bubbled up your throat definitely wasn’t dignified. Just moments before you were worried that someone would find you, but by now you’d almost forgotten about it. Bucky knew what an effect he had on you, and he probably got off on it. It took him mere moments to turn you into a whiny mess.
Your palms curled on the flat wall as you heard him unzip his pants. You were breathing heavily as he pressed his cock against your swollen folds and rubbed it, wetting it in your slick. You choked on your breath as his girthy head entered you and he groaned out.
“Fuck,.. you’re so tight sugar. If it wasn’t me fucking you silly every night, I would’ve pegged you for a virgin.” Your entire body writhed like a leaf as he entered you inch by inch. You could feel his hot breath against your neck and every single cell in your body had become hypersensitive.
Bucky snaked his arm around your shoulder and the other held your hips, locking you still, and only then did he start thrusting inside you. There was this sense of urgency in his movements that you didn’t really understand, but whenever you opened your mouth to speak, only broken moans came out.
You tried your best to keep quiet, but you couldn’t stop your whimpers no matter how hard you tried. Bucky’s wasn’t holding back as he fucked you within an inch of your life. His hand on your hips snaked down to press tight circles over your clit.
Bucky pressed his metal hand tightly over your mouth to muffle your moans. “You gotta keep it low sugar, or someone will hear us.” Your walls pulsated around his hard length and he increased his pace, hitting deeper the before. “Oh you naughty girl, you like this, don’t you? You wanna get caught?”
Your clammy hands slipped on the wall and Bucky was the only thing holding you up. “Is that why you’re wearing such a slutty dress?” You were just wearing a cute sundress, but your eyes watered from the intensity of the whole act, and Bucky turned your face around a bit to lick up at the salty tears.
“Oh sugar, I saw how wonderful you are with the kids and I couldn’t help but think of putting my baby in you. And no better time than now, right?” He was thrusting up into you like a man possessed and you gulped when you finally realised the reason behind his urgency.
“God, you’d look so fucking gorgeous all full and swollen with my child.” The more Bucky talked, the more he pulled you into his fantasy. “Bucky… yesss!” You slurred as you spoke. “Yeah sugar, don’t worry. I’m gonna fuck you so nice and deep that you’ll make me a daddy.”
You sobbed into his hand as your suddenly came. This orgasm hit you out of nowhere and shook you right through your core. Your legs trembled and Bucky tightened his hold on your to keep you from falling. Your entire body felt electrified as you writhed under him.
“See, you’ve made such a mess on my cock, just like I wanted. Good girl.” You were nearly nearly boneless and yet his praise went to your head. You were so sensitive that you could feel the course material of his pants against your thighs as he pressed against you.
“Tell me sugar, you gonna make me a daddy?” His question had you shaking your head passionately. He flicked your swollen clit and you feared you’d come again soon. His hand slipped lower from your mouth and curled around your neck. You arched your back such that your head was resting on his chest as he rammed into you.
“Did I fuck you dumb, sugar?” His voice had become breathy and hoarse. You didn’t know whether it was a rhetorical question or not, but you didn’t have much time to ponder as he answered it himself. “Guess I have.” He chuckled darkly in your ear.
You were still riding the high of the first orgasm when you felt the next one approaching. “Kiss me..” you blurted out even though it was barely above a whisper. Bucky turned your head again, and crashed his lips down on yours.
You didn’t really have the energy to kiss him back, but you happily let him guide the movements. The kiss was passionate as he explored your mouth with his tongue and his hand tightened just a tad bit on your neck, but that was enough for you to cum harder than you ever had.
You lost the sense of time as you crashed through the waves of overwhelming bliss. You felt Bucky cock twitch inside you and the feeling of his hot cum filling you up had your eyes rolling in the back of your head. Drool collected at the corner of your mouth and Bucky hummed as licked it off.
Bucky placed his metal arm on the wall as you caught your breath and you too heavily leaned on him. You could feel his cum trickle down your thighs as he pulled out and you sighed. “We..” you cleared your dry throat before speaking. “We gotta go home. Can’t go in front of them like this.”
Bucky hummed as he readjusted your panties and dress until you were at least presentable. Though one look at your dazed eyes was a give away. He was quick to zip up his pants and he hissed as he did. You leaned on his as you walked out of the room and roamed the halls until you finally found the back exit.
“Oh god, there you are!” You both stopped dead in your tracks when you heard Tony’s voice behind you. “We’ve been searching you everywhere. What the hell were you doing?” Tony’s smile dropped when you two turned around and you could bet he knew exactly what you’d been up to. And with a very straight laced voice, Bucky replied,
“We were christening your house.”
𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲︱𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐱 𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐡��𝐥𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐨 𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞.
𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬︱𝐄𝐱!𝐇𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝!𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬︱𝟏𝟖+, 𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐒𝐌𝐔𝐓, 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐱, 𝐩𝐞𝐭 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞: 𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡, 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 (𝐛𝐜 𝐢𝐦 𝐥𝐨𝐰-𝐤𝐞𝐲 𝐚 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐢𝐭)
𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞︱𝐈 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐈 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐠𝐥𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝟑 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐚𝐠𝐨 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐝. 𝐅𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝! 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐥𝐥 <𝟑
𝐏.𝐒: 𝐒𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞. 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐬.
It had been 2 years since you’ve last gone on a date ever since you got a divorce with Bucky. It was nearly impossible to get back at the scene. The first year you were mourning the love that was lost with him.
You had to retrain yourself and force out old habits. There were countless nights where you made a makeshift body with pillows and used his old t-shirts, you would spray his cologne over to make it seem like he was there. You had to buy a stool to reach the top of the shelves to dust them off because Bucky was no longer there to pick you up. You had to slap yourself on the hand every time you would reach for his shampoo each time you went shopping.
The hardest part was your kids asking for their father each night.
“Where’s daddy?” Your youngest would ask while they rubbed their eyes from sleep.
Your lip quivered as you held back tears, “He’s coming soon.”
It wasn’t long until you had to explain that they would have to spend half the week at their dad’s and the other half at your house. It was difficult in the beginning, they would constantly beg for the two of you to get back together. The worst part was the tantrums they would pull when it was time to switch.
It was safe to say it was easier now. Like today, the children were ecstatic to go to their dad's house. You knew it was because he would let them stay up late and buy them the world's sugariest snacks.
“Mom, come on!” Your daughter said as she pulled your hand. “Hurry.”
“Woah there missy,” You chuckled from her death grip. “Pump the brakes.”
You arrived at the door seconds later after your daughter. She was already knocking on the door, eagerly waiting for Bucky to open the door and attack her with kisses.
“Daddy!” She exclaimed excitedly as Bucky opened the door.
“Buttercup!” He picked her up and started to pepper kisses on her cheek. “You’re finally here!” Bucky placed her down and pushed her inside, he then looked at your grumpy son you were holding on your hip. “Why does he look upset? Is he ok?”
“Someone is a little grumpy today because they decided to skip nap time,” You sighed. “I couldn’t get him down at all.”
Bucky took him gently from your arms, “Aw come here buddy.” Your son instantly laid his head on his shoulder and gripped his shoulders.
“I’m really sorry I called last minute,” You apologized. “I just needed someone to watch the kids and I don’t trust anyone.”
“S’okay Peach, don’t worry.” His eyes ran up and down your body, “You’re dolled up, what's the occasion?” Bucky crossed his fingers, hoping it wasn’t a date and that you were going to a meeting or a girls night out.
You took an involuntary deep breath in, contemplating if you should tell Bucky you were finally going on a date.
“I’m going to have dinner…with a friend.”
“A friend?” A line appeared between Bucky's eyebrows. “Say this wouldn’t be a man friend would it?”
“Yes it is,” You replied firmly. “A very nice man friend.”
His face fell, clearly upset. “Peach….”
“It’s been 2 and a half years Bucky, I think it’s time for me to go on with my life.”
“I’m not saying you shouldn’t,” Bucky said defensively. “If he tries anything and I mean anything, call me.”
Bucky didn’t realize how much it affected him knowing you were out there on a date. Thoughts of the guy making you blush under his gaze plagued his mind. His brain ventured to your first date.
It was such a simplistic date.
You knew Bucky wasn’t ready to be in public for long periods of time and truth be told you weren’t either. You were scared to push him too far or make him uncomfortable so you decided staying inside was the best choice. You settled on making one of his mom's old recipes while a record from the 40s played in the background.
Though it seemed simple to you, it wasn’t to him. You had gone to every record store imaginable trying to find the perfect record. You had to wait 3 days for Steve to come back on his mission to ask for the recipe because you didn’t want to ruin the surprise. The last part was you had to pretend the team was going out just so you could have the compound to yourselves.
Needless to say it was Bucky’s favorite day. Even to this day every time he makes his mom’s old recipe the aroma of roasted tomatoes and basil takes him back in time. It always does.
The kids were sound asleep in their rooms. Bucky was sitting on the couch with the remote in one hand and a beer in the other. He was watching one of the many home videos he made. This one was days after you had given birth to your son. You had bags under your eyes, visibly tired and your baby bump was still there but you wore a smile as you looked down into his eyes. Though you felt disgusting Bucky had never seen anything as beautiful as you in that moment
Bucky took out his necklace with his wedding band on it, “Oh Peach,” He sighed as he played with it. “Why did I ever let you get away? Your such a fucking idiot Barnes.”
A couple seconds later and he heard the all too familiar knock on his door. He let out a groan of effort as he got up from the couch. He turned off the t.v and set the beer on the coffee table before he opened the door.
“Over already?” Bucky teased.
You rolled your eyes as you smiled at him, “Yes it’s over already James.”
“Come in,” He widened the door for you to walk through.
You hadn’t stepped into his house ever since the divorce. Everything was exactly the same as you left it. Even the fake succulents you placed on the coffee table as a joke were still there, dust free. It almost felt like you were coming home to him after a long day or work.
“How’d it go Peach?”
“It certainly was a date,” You answered as you shrugged your shoulders.
Bucky had gone into the kitchen and pulled out two beers–one for you and one for him. He handed yours over before settling down next to you. “That bad?”
“It wasn’t bad but it wasn’t great either,” You explained. “Don’t get me wrong, he was a very nice guy, almost too nice if you ask me.”
Bucky took a swig before he spoke, “Did he touch you?” His voice had dropped an octave and he stared at you intensely.
“What if he did?” You retorted. “If he already did it you can’t do anything about it.”
“Show me.” It was a question but a demand. There was no room for argument and Bucky was going to get his answer.
You pointed to your right hip, “Just here.” Bucky’s jaw clenched and his tongue poked the side of his cheek. He never did like when anyone would touch you and it still hasn’t gone away.
“I should go get the kids.”
You stood up from the couch and began to walk towards the kids room. You barely got out the living room when Bucky pinned you against the wall, his hand went behind your head and cradled it to make sure you wouldn’t get hurt.
“Did you like it?”
“What?” Your brows scrunched in confusion as you gave him a puzzled look. “Bucky, I really have to get the-”
“I said,” Bucky growled as his muscular thigh made his way in between your legs, brushing up against your clothed pussy. “Did. You. Like. It?”
You gulped as you felt the heat grow between your legs. “No.”
“Course you didn’t,” He smugly muttered as he started to roll your hips against his thigh.
“Bucky we shouldn’t do this,” You warned, yet still allowed him to maneuver your body.
“Come on Peach it’ll just be one more time.”
“You know damn well it won’t be just one time.”
Bucky leaned close to your ear, his breath fanned against the shell. “You’re telling me you don’t want this? That you haven’t touched yourself thinking about me. ”
Of course you have. Another thing you missed was the sheer pleasure only Bucky could give to you. You were positive that you would never find a man who could make you feel anything even remotely close to what Bucky could make you feel.
“Yes, I have.”
That’s all it took for Bucky to throw you over his shoulder and take you to the bedroom. You swear you’ve never seen him go to the bedroom with such urgency even when you were together. Bucky locked the door, rattling the doorknob just to make sure it really was locked. Once he knew that it was, he threw you on the bed.
Your head landed on the array of pillows after he threw you. You giggled as your head felt dizzy. You propped yourself on your elbows and Bucky’s clothes were already gone. He then grabbed your ankle and yanked you closer towards him.
“You have no idea what you do to me,” Bucky muttered, taking off your heels. “Making me feel like a goddamn horny teenager again.” His hands urged to have your clothes off, desperate to feel your skin on his again.
“Get these out of the way,” He growled, ripping off your clothes. You didn’t even care, his hands on your body made your skin go hot. “Can’t wait to hear you scream my name.”
“Th-the kids Bucky….” You breathlessly moaned, knowing you definitely wouldn’t be able to contain your moans with his cock stuffed in you.
Bucky hovered over your body, his head going for your neck, biting, sucking . “You can be as loud as you want Peach,” He said as he glided the head of his cock up and down your slick folds. “The walls are soundproof, remember?”
He lined himself to your entrance, the tip barely in. “Or do you not remember when you used to cry out my name while you creamed my cock and the neighbours would knock at our door at 3 in the morning.”
Buckky started to push in achingly slow, making sure you felt him. “Or when you got pregnant and you couldn’t get enough of me and I had to fuck you to sleep every single night.”
You remembered it all, it was engraved into your mind for as long as you lived. Your hormones used to be all over the place and you became insatiable for Bucky. So insatiable that he had to cockwarm you as you slept just to feel full.
You gasped when Bucky was fully sheathed into you. You arched off the bed and close to his chest. His hand delved into the deep set of your arch and pulled you until you were flush against his chest.
“I got you Peach, I got you,” He shushed you as you sobbed in pleasure. “Just relax, I’m going to take care of you.”
You relaxed into his touch, waiting for him to start thrusting. But he never did. Your left hand left his back and softly caressed his cheek, your eyes hurriedly searched for his, looking for any signs something was slightly off. “What’s wrong? Are you feeling ok?”
“Nothing’s wrong Peach,” He kissed your forehead, all your worries dissipated away. He looked straight into the pools of your eyes. “You are so beautiful.”
You playfully rolled your eyes, “You’re such a sap.”
“I don’t care.”
His eyes were clouded with pure adoration. No lust. Just love. It was the same look he gave you the first time he told you he loved you. The same one when you told him you were pregnant. The same one the day you finalized the divorce and told you he would always be there no matter what.
“Peach…” Bucky moaned, maintaining a steady pace to feel all of you. “God, you feel so good.” Using his right hand he lifted your hips up to get that angle you needed.
“Bucky,” You gasped when he hit that spot, your legs instantly locking around his hips. “R-Right there, please don’t stop.”
“Feels s’good doesn’t it Peach?” You whimpered out a yes, your legs starting to shake from the pleasure as his cock kept hitting that spot. Your hand found its way to his hair, giving it a slight tug just the way he liked it.
It didn’t take you long to approach your orgasm. Everything felt so good. It felt like electricity was running through your lower half, growing with intensity with each thrust. Your other hand raked down his back all the way down to his ass, pushing him deeper into you if it was even possible.
“M’close Bucky,” You breathed out.
“Me too Peach,” He said, slightly speeding up his thrusts.
The both of you were close. If any of you were to say one more filthy thing to each other it would be the end of you. Even now you’re both teetering over the edge from the sinful sounds that came from your mouths.
You came without warning, not even expecting it yourself. You cried out in liss, your toes curling as you fell and allowed the pleasure to take over your body. Bucky couldn’t handle how tight you felt around him. The way your walls spasmed against him sent him into his own abyss of pleasure.
You could feel his cum seeping out of you and you swear you were in heaven. The pleasure had plagued your mind that you didn’t notice Bucky had left the room, coming back with a rag to clean you up.
“There she is,” He smiled, the rag being dragged over your body. “How’s my favorite girl doing?”
“Amazing,” was the only word that came out of your mouth. “I’ve never felt so good,” You added after a few seconds passed.
Bucky threw the rag in the laundry basket and started walking towards his side of the bed. The bed dipped as he laid beside you, his hand caressing your cheek. “Good.” He noticed the way your eyes would flutter shut and then flutter right back open, you were beyond tired. “Go to sleep, Peach. You need it.”
Bucky reached out for you in the morning, only to be faced with a cold pillow. He was hoping he would be able to wake up with you one last time but the world wasn’t in his favor. He was about to turn over and try to fall back asleep when he heard your voice. He thought he was dreaming but then he heard your daughter's voice.
“Are they almost done mommy?” She asked.
“Yes they are, we just have 2 more.”
He got up from the bed, grabbing the sweatpants near his bed and putting them on. He quietly walked over to the kitchen, the aroma of his favorite breakfast food becoming stronger. He peeked his head from the corner and there you were in his shirt, cooking breakfast for him with your two children.
“Morning sleepyhead,” You greeted as you flipped the pancake.
“Daddy!” Your daughter cheerfully greeted. She left your side and ran towards him, your son following behind. “Happy Father's day.”
“Buttercup!” He lifted your daughter from the ground and carried her on his hip. He did the same with your son, carrying him on his other hip. He walked to the dining table, placing them in their designated spots.
Bucky came up right behind you, hugging you from behind. “Happy Father's day,” You said, turning around to face him. “How’d you sleep?”
“I slept like a baby thanks to you,” He responded. “For a second I thought you had gone to your house.”
“Sorry, figured I would do something nice for you, it is father’s day after all. If I knew I was going to be here I would’ve gotten you a gift.”
“Peach you are my gift,” He quipped, kissing the tip of your nose. “Nothing can be better than this.”
“You big sap,” You teased. “Come on, eat some breakfast. I’m sure you’re starving.”
Bucky didn’t say anything as he took you with him to the table, setting you on his lap after he sat down. He placed his chin on your shoulder,
“Yeah?” You responded as you fixed him a plate.
“I love you.”
You waited a couple of seconds before responding “I love you too,” You said as you set his plate down.
Bucky’s face lit up from joy when he heard the 4 words come from your mouth. “Does this mean you want to try again?” He whispered into your ear.
“Depends are you willing to make this work?” You whispered back in his ear.
“Of course I am. I’ll do anything.”
You brushed his hair back with your fingers. “Then yes, I want to try again.”
Bucky wasn’t going to mess up again. Not this time. This time he was going to make everything perfect just for you.
just the way you are
BUCKY BARNES X READER
summary: bucky’s acting strange lately, and you find out why
warnings: fluff, jealous!bucky, bucky being a show off
a/n: inspired by those tiktoks of people taking their partners to watch top gun maverick and regretting it after lol
Bucky was acting weird lately.
Not in a closed off, reclusive sort of way, but like a sudden boost of confidence, never ending energy type of way.
“—hundred ninety-nine, two hundred, two hundred and one, two hundred and two…”
He was doing push-ups in the middle of your room at two in the morning.
You watched him as he went at it, arm propping your head as you laid in bed.
“Bucky. I get it, you can do lots of push-ups,” you said as a yawn escaped your lips. “It’s time to go to bed.”
“Two hundred-ten, two hundred-eleven,” he continued.
“Buck. I’m serious,” you said sternly. “Come to bed before you start to stink of sweat.”
He stopped at your command, grunting before pulling himself back up. He was flushed from the workout. “Could’ve done three-hundred.”
You laughed. “I know. But now isn’t exactly the best time to show off.”
He walked around to his side of the bed, steadying his breath as he sat down.
You pivoted over, lazily wrapping your arms around his waist as you rested your head on his back. “I don’t know why you suddenly got down and started doing push-ups,” you stated, because that was exactly what he did, “but there were other things you—we could have done if you wanted to get rid of all that energy.”
Bucky stiffened at your comment. He turned around, eyes meeting yours from above, a sly smile appearing. “I guess we can make up for the remaining ones I didn’t do,” he said before kissing you, pushing you back down onto the mattress and pulling the covers over.
It had been a normal day. You left the front doors of your workplace, ready to head to the subway to go home like always before a loud honk scared the living daylights out of you.
You snapped your head to the voice and behold, Bucky Barnes was here with a motorcycle.
You walked towards him, mouth agape. “Bucky… What are you doing here? With that?”
He shrugged. “Here to pick you up,” he said, before handing you a helmet.
You furrowed your brows. You had so many questions.
He grinned. “Hop on.”
The two of you were currently in Louisiana visiting Sam and after helping him with his boat that always seemed to have some kind of mechanical issue, he suggested a trip to the beach.
You were just about to decline his offer as you knew Bucky didn’t particularly enjoy the blazing hot sun and watchful eyes but your boyfriend’s sudden urge and agreement left you speechless.
So here you were, relaxing on the beach chair with Sarah as Bucky played football with Sam and his relatives.
Oh, and Bucky was shirtless.
You were trying really hard not to stare at him and his chest and his abs and the way his muscles moved when he ran and threw the ball.
Did he just… wink at you? God—this Louisiana heat was making you lightheaded.
Sarah smirked, “Are you sure it’s not your hunk of a boyfriend?”
“Here we were, sweating and panting from runnin’ miles to the hideout. When we got there, I kicked em’ steel door down and marched in,” he boasted. “Should’ve seen their faces. They were terrified. No match for us as we took down every single enemy.”
A beaming smile adorned your face as he told his stories. It wasn't often he shared about his days back in the army as there were certain memories he didn’t want to relive, but when he does, it wasn’t usually with this much excitement.
Bucky has been acting strange and you were going to get to the bottom of it.
“Is there a reason you’re acting strange lately?”
“What do you mean?”
“Well,” you paused. “You were randomly doing push-ups the other day and you picked me up on a motorcycle that one time. And you have been talking about your days in the army for the past two hours. And um, you played football at the beach without…” you gulped, “a shirt on.”
The push-ups, the motorcycle, the beach. You couldn’t find a connection between—oh.
“Wait,” you said, finally connecting the dots. He was doing everything that happened in that one movie the two of you watched weeks ago. “Were you recreating everything from Top Gun?”
There was a hint of embarrassment in his eyes.
“Oh my god! You were!” you exclaimed.
“No, I was not,” he scoffed.
You studied him. “Bucky.”
He sighed, “Fine. I was just tryna impress you.”
“Impress me? Why would you want to impress me?”
“Well, you were certainly impressed when you were watching on the big screen,” he grumbled.
You frowned in confusion. “What do you mean?”
“You were staring,” he stated, looking down at his lap, “at those actors. With that look.”
The realization washed over you—Bucky Barnes was jealous. You couldn’t help but laugh.
“Bucky, it was just a movie,” you stated. Sighing, you grabbed his hand and held it tight. “You don’t need to do all that to impress me. I’m impressed by you every single day.”
He gave you that shy smile that always gives you butterflies.
“I love you just the way you are. In my eyes, you’re the bravest, handsomest and coolest person I know. No one compares to you, I promise.”
“Yeah?” he asked bashfully
You returned a loving smile, “I would choose you over anyone in a heartbeat.”
Power Over Me
Summary: Bucky has a thing for sundresses, he loves it when you wear them for him. All you have to do is saunter around in his favorite one and he’s willing to do whatever you want.
Pairing: Beefy Biker Bucky x Reader
Warnings: Smut, Bucky being a 6′4″ menace, sex against a wall, praise kink, implied body worship.
A/N: Based on a tiktok about sundresses, written on my phone. Comments, reblogs and likes are cherished. Sinday drabble.
This is not the fic about the first time he saw you in a sundress, oh no he was way worse that day.
Bucky loves it when you wear dresses, you look beautiful in the classic little black he bought you for a party but his favorites are those colorful sundresses. The ones that show off your luscious curves, and slide across your ass with every step, highlighting your body in ways the other dresses can’t.
He goes feral every time he sees you in them. He likes you in sundresses more than you like him in those grey sweatpants.
You can get him to do anything you want if you ask him while wearing the one red with the thin gold straps. Granted, he’s going to do whatever you want anyway, but he appreciates the extra motivation.
And he knows, he absolutely knows, what you’re doing when you saunter around the house, wearing a new sundress. Enticing him with your pretty smiles and even prettier eyes as the soft material sways around your hips.
It doesn't matter because he’s always ready to give you anything including giving you the moon whenever you want. He's just waiting for you to ask.
That's the power you have. And he loves it.
Bucky's trying to behave, he really is. Even keeping his eyes on the manual he's studying, telling himself to stay focused while you moved around the living room.
All you're doing is rearranging a few things, a couple of candles on the mantle, sprucing up the wilting plant in the window, nothing too special expect for the fact that its you doing these mundane tasks.
Yet he can’t help the way his gaze keeps straying from the page, wanting a glimpse of you.
You're alluring, addictive. Without even trying.
He’s about to return to his work when you lean over, picking up a stray pillow off the carpet, the hem of your lacy dress riding up your thighs and he sees that you’re not wearing any panties.
His reaction is instantaneous.
His body moving towards you, like you're the sun, pulling him into your orbit. Just like that everything else is forgotten as he gazes at you.
Bucky swears that every time you do this to him, it’s like being struck by lightning. He can’t breathe, can’t move, can’t think for a minute, just drinking in the sight of his gorgeous girl showing off her perfect body.
He inhales deeply, attempting to get a handle on the torrent of emotions swirling inside him, happiness, potent lust, and a tinge of possessiveness.
“So I was thinking...” you start, glancing over your shoulder unaware of the effect you’re having on your boyfriend, your eyes widen when you see his bulge hardening, his eyes darkening.
Bucky leaps to his feet, tossing his Harley manual on the floor. “Yes.”
You laugh as he grabs you by the waist and spins you around. Your hands land on his chest and you tip your head back to look into his oceanic eyes. “Bucky, you don’t even know what I was about to say.”
“Gorgeous, the answer is still yes. You don't have to say anything else, I'm still going to say yes." Bucky says over your shocked giggles.
"It’s yours, you can have it, I’ll do it, I’ll make it. I'll get it, Yes we can go. The answer is always yes when it comes to you," Bucky continues, his large hands sweeping under the hem of your dress, and the feel of his calloused palms, makes you shiver, goosebumps trailing behind his deft fingers.
His hands curve under your ass, squeezing your soft skin as he picks you up, without any effort.
Hours working in the garage and in his home gym have sculpted his thick body into the masterpiece it is today, allowing him to manhandle you with ease, always making you feel weightless and small around him.
“You can have whatever it is you want, you know that,” he says, a smile lifting the corner of his lips. It’s true. Making sure you’re happy and taken care of has become second nature to him.
Providing for you is more natural than breathing.
He backs you into the wall, framed pictures rattling and threatening to crash to the carpet below, not that you notice or care, laughter pinging between you, the both of you pushing and pulling at each other clothes. Your dress is bunched up around your waist, his pant falling to his ankles. What’s happening is wild and chaotic and irresistible. Just like Bucky. You need him right now, you can’t stand going another second without him inside you. Your hands reach between your bodies to find his thick cock hard and ready for you while he keeps a firm grip on your hips.
“Fuck,” he groans when you slide him through your drenched folds, coating his veiny cock in your slick arousal. “Is that all for me?” His deep voice is already strained and gravelly. “This pretty little pussy wet for me Gorgeous?”
“All for you Bucky," you sigh. "Always for you."
You’re reminded of the feeling you get when you’re sitting at the top of a rollercoaster and then it drops, going 100mph, your stomach plunging to the ground and excitement laces around your racing heart. That's how you feel when he looks at you, when he kisses you, touches you. And it's how you feel every time he first stretches you, giving you inch after inch until he's so deep inside your pussy, you can't think. You can only feel him.
And he always makes sure you’ll feel him for days after he’s done with you.
"Good girl." He keeps his hands around your hips, holding you up, his head dropping down so he can watch you guide his thick length inside you. "So good to me. So fucking tight for me, wish you could feel how good you are."
Bucky’s eyes bounce between your joined bodies and your face, unable to decide which sight is sexier, the way you’re taking him or the way your eyes are rolling back, mouth slack as moans and sighs spill from your lips.
Every sound you make spurs him on, his pace increasing from the need to hear you scream his name so loud the entire block knows who’s making you feel so fucking good.
You gasp, a soft shuddery noise that slips down his spine when he rolls his hips, hitting that one spot only he can find.
“That’s it Gorgeous,” he rasps out, “that’s it, fuck you’re doing so good for me.” His head drops to the curve of your shoulder. The wet schlick sounds of your pussy gets louder, more vulgar with every deep, frantic stroke.
You cling to him, letting the pleasure wash over you in thick, sultry waves. "Right there, right there," you cry out, you don't have to tell him not to stop.
Not when you're holding him so tight.
The same sensations tightening the coil in your belly are crawling up his spine, he has to adjust your hips, needing to go a little deeper, so greedy for the way your tight wet cunt wraps around him, knowing you can handle him. You feel so good he has to hold back, refusing to cum before you do. He slips a hand between you, and his thumb rolls over your clit, once, twice before circling it in an intricate pattern.
You jerk back, stomach tensing as the edges of your orgasm surround you. “Bucky,” you choke out, unable to say anything else. You’re so close it hurts. "Buck-oh god"
“I know, I know, go on and let go for me,” he encourages with a particularly deep thrust that nearly tears you in two, a cascade of pleasure bursts inside you, scattering through your veins and you clench down on his cock so hard his pace stutters.
“Fuck, that’s what I want,” he laughs breathlessly, grinding slower, deliberately drawing out your pleasure. “ You're doing so good. Cum for me, please cum for me Gorgeous," he pleads, snapping his hips into yours.
His filthy, sweet praise is all you need to fall over the edge, your orgasm slamming into you. His name leaves your lips on a broken gasp, your nails drag down his bare, sweat laced back, thin red lines marring his tattoos.
A few more languid strokes inside your spasming walls and his pace becomes erratic, sloppy, his lips finding yours, the deep kiss broken by his harsh grunts of I love you as he loses control, pounding you into the wall until he goes taut, his muscles constricting, a low of hiss of fuck yes followed by warmth blooming as he spills inside you.
He stays like that for a few long minutes, holding you in his strong arms, resting his forehead on yours, relishing in your warm, soft body, his lips brushing against yours, giving you sweet chaste kisses until his breathing evens out, your hands rubbing his back, smoothing over the scratches you left.
“So what did you want?” He asks, a bright smile etched across his bearded face, as he pushes away from the wall, pulling out of you with a low groan before easing your trembling legs down one at a time.
Keeping one hand on your waist so you don't slump to the ground, he slides your strap back over your shoulder.
"Um..." You have to think for a second. Your brain’s still addled from the aftershocks of your intense orgasm. "Oh right! I was going to ask if you were hungry." You pause, tapping his bottom lip. "What if I was going to ask you to shave your beard or get rid of the motorcycle?" you ask, mostly out of curiosity.
"I meant what I said. It's always a yes when it comes to you. I would shave it and sell it for you." He replies sincerely, his love for you is apparent on his face. Your heart twists and you feel even better than you did a few minutes ago.
"Now about lunch-" A smirk slides across his lips and he tugs your dress up so he can get a good view of your messy, swollen pussy. He couldn't hide how much he wants you if he tried, his voice deepening as he stares down at you. “I know what I want to eat.”
You playfully slap his chest, chuckling. “Food, real food Bucky. Maybe we could try that new Thai place for lunch?”
Bucky gives you an incredulous stare as he drops to his knees. “Gorgeous, you got a five-star dessert between your thighs. Why would I want anything else?”
“Bucky.” You try to keep your voice firm but it's hard to maintain your composure when he's looking at you with such adoration. “We talked about this.”
“Fine, how about I eat you, then we’ll both eat and then I’ll have you again for dessert.” he bargains, gazing up at you with hopeful blue eyes, placing your leg over his shoulder.
You’re not going to say no to that.
Little Lavender Friend | B. Barnes
I didn’t mean to ruin your mood...
Roommate!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader
Summary: You and Bucky are best friends and have been roommates for the last few years, the two of you having your fair share of quarrels here and there. But what happens when Bucky finds something of yours he isn’t supposed to- something that keeps him up all night, tossing and turning and almost making him feeling… jealous?
> Word Count: 5k
> Warnings: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!! THIS IS AN 18+ FIC. Here’s the filth: oral (f receiving m giving), fingering (f receiving), unprotected penetrative sex (f receiving), praise (mainly f receiving), lil bit of boob worship, cum play, size kink, innocence kink (only a little bit), loss of virginity (f), potentially dark themes but only in thoughts!!, Bucky’s thoughts are mentioned quite a bit but its not in his pov, pet names (sweet-pea, angel, pretty girl, sweet girl), mutual pining, heavy language.
A/N: ROOMMATE BUCKY IS MY FAVORITE BUCKY, OKAY? PRETTY MUCH PURE FILTH IM SORRY. First Bucky fic I’m putting up, lmk what you guys think! ALSO- I’m thinking of making roommate!Bucky into a series??? They’d probably be separate one-shots, blurbs and head cannons that could be read as a collection or series, so lmk what y’all think! Enjoy, whores <3
Everyone says hate is a strong word.
But in this moment you needed a word stronger than hate.
Loathe. Abhor. Detest. Repulsed.
Even those weren’t good enough synonyms.
“Bucky! Where the fuck did you put it?” You screamed from the bathroom. Your chest was heaving, the grip you had on the porcelain sink not enough to calm you down. You kept quiet until you heard his door creak open, his footsteps heading for the bathroom the two of you shared. You faced the door, a hand on your hip while the other still gripped the sink, waiting to unleash hell on the man.
He came into view, a shit eating grin smeared on his face as he held his hands behind his back.
Oh, you were going to kill him.
“You called?” Bucky said, feigning innocence with puppy dog eyes and a gentle smile.
“Where did you put it?”
His brows scrunched together. “Where did I put what?”
You rolled your eyes, your nails about to snap from how hard they were pressing into the sink. “You know exactly what I’m talking about. Where. Did. You. Put. It.” You emphasized the question again.
His face lit up as if he had some sort of epiphany, a sly smirk pulling at his lips. “Oh! Where did I put…” He brought his hands forward, dangling from them the item in question.
He held out your new lavender colored dildo, the one you had only purchased yesterday morning. You debated on buying it, but thought it was a good investment since you didn’t have much luck in the love department.
Or any luck, for that matter.
You had shoved the seven inch long toy in the cabinet under the sink after unboxing and cleaning it for the first time, hiding it under some towels for easy access whenever you wanted to use it.
Bucky had spotted it earlier this morning after his shower, taking it to piss you off. He was surprised it took you until nearly eleven at night to notice it’s absence.
“You’re an asshole, Buck.” You spat as you grabbed for the toy.
He pulled his arm back and held it up, the dildo now far from your reach. “Ah ah ah, not so fast sweet-pea. Why did you get this?”
You groaned, pushing on your tippy toes as you tried to grab the toy from the air. Bucky swatted at your arms, grabbing them in his warm hand and holding them down on your stomach.
You would’ve been embarrassed, mortified even, if you hadn’t known Bucky for as long as you did. The two of you met nearly six years ago now. You had been working with the Avengers as a recruited (now ex) agent and spy of S.H.I.E.L.D. Steve Rogers, another close friend of yours, had enlisted your help in hunting down a notorious assassin, the Winter Soldier. You obliged, of course, spending weeks tracking him down in hopes of stopping him.
Eventually, you did.
Finding out it was Bucky tore Steve apart. But he was able to pick up his pieces, as well as turn Bucky into the man he was before Hydra got to him. It was hard getting Bucky to be vulnerable around the team, but with the help of you and Steve, he came around. Not only that, but he quickly became one of your best friends.
Now, six years later, here you were in your shared apartment- trying to get your sex toy out of his metal grasp.
“What do you think dildos are used for, idiot?” You twisted in his hand, struggling to free yourself as he still held you down.
“But why do you need it so bad, hmm?” He poked, loving the reactions he got from you when he teased you like this. He couldn’t help it. The way you got mad so easily and how gorgeous you looked when you yelled at him made his stomach do flips. He couldn’t lie, though. He felt a little offended when he opened the cabinet earlier and saw the little thing just laying on the towels. He wasn’t going to let himself get jealous of a silicone dick, but he wasn’t super happy over it either.
You deserved real pleasure. Pleasure that Bucky would be more than willing to provide.
You sighed, now using your strength to push against him. It was useless, though. The man was as stable as a brick wall.
“Because I get horny, Buck! Now give it to me!” You whined, still pushing hard against his solid form, eliciting a hearty laugh that rumbled deep in his chest.
“Alright, alright. Here, sweet-pea.” He laughed, pulling down his arm and finally handing over the toy. You didn’t miss how his eyes stayed a little too long on your fingers as they wrapped around the base of it, holding it down to your side for a second before you huffed and placed it back under the sink- this time in a basket of your other belongings. You did miss how his eyes fell on your exposed legs, wishing he could just reach out and feel how soft they always were.
“Don’t touch it again, please.” You said much calmer, a hint of irritation on your tongue. You wanted to rip him a new one for pulling that little stunt, but you could never stay mad at Bucky for long.
Bucky tilted his head. “Oh come on, Y/n. I didn’t mean to ruin your mood-” His voice was soft and sincere.
You shrugged, doing your best to avoid eye contact as you slipped between him and the door frame. “Yeah well… you kinda did, so… I’m just gonna go to bed.”
You barely got your last word out before you felt his bionic fingers wrap around your wrist to pull you back. You did so reluctantly. You weren’t trying to make him feel bad, really. But you were looking forward to testing the pretty lavender toy out tonight- yet not so much after this altercation.
“Sweet-pea… you know the rules.” He mumbled as you rolled your eyes again.
“I swear I’m not mad at you, Buck.” You let him guide you back to his body, your own being pulled close to his.
The two of you had drawn up some rules when you first moved in, and one of them was that neither of you could go to bed mad or upset at the other. If there was an issue, you had to work it out and make up before your head hit your pillow to go to sleep.
Despite insisting you weren’t angry with him, his arms wound around your torso, holding you against his chest for a hug. “Well I don’t believe you.”
You let yourself melt against him, relishing in the feeling of his head atop yours, his fingers gliding over your thin black t-shirt across your back and up your spine.
Still, the warm knot in your tummy didn’t go away. If anything, it got worse. Especially as his grip got tighter, the musky scent of his cologne traveling through your nose and filling your lungs. You were the one to pull away, afraid that if you didn’t you would only pull closer.
“I’m good.” You promised.
His arms fell from your back, hanging down by his sides as the two of you went in opposite directions to your bedrooms for the night.
“Goodnight, I love you.” Bucky called as his hand turned his doorknob, holding it still until he heard your call back.
Despite saying it to each other every night for years, it never got old hearing it fall from his lips.
“Goodnight, I love you too.” You replied, a tiny smile on your face.
It was not a good night.
You tossed and turned for a solid hour, rubbing your legs together in hopes that it would provide some relief. Any relief at this point would help. It didn’t do any good, though. You laid there for a bit longer, a hand lazily strewn across your chest as you stared up at the ceiling. With a huff and a groan you got up, throwing your comforter to the side and slowly climbing out of bed to get a drink.
Maybe an ice cold glass of water would fix you for the night.
You rounded the corner to the kitchen, standing on your tippy toes to grab a glass cup from the cabinet before turning on the tap and filling it up. As you started to gulp it down, a voice called from behind you, nearly making you choke to death.
You tapped against your chest to aid in your swallow, gasping for air as it finally made it down. “For fucks sake, Bucky! You can’t do that shit to me.”
Bucky laughed as you swatted his arm, feigning hurt even though you hit the metal one. “Hey now, no need to get aggressive.” He grinned, playfully hitting you back. You didn’t back down, though, punching softly against him a few more times, and Bucky saw it as a perfect opportunity. “Alright, that’s it-”
In a swift motion Bucky had picked you up, throwing your chest over his shoulder and holding you there as if you weighed nothing. He swung you around as he turned to leave the kitchen, nearly bumping your head against the lighting fixture above the counter.
“Buck! Put me down!” You giggled, your legs squirming against him as you tried to escape his iron grip. He stomped to the living room, finally letting you go and tossing you onto the large suede couch.
What you didn’t expect, though, was for Bucky to settle in on top of you, pressing his heavy chest right up against yours. His legs fit between yours like the last piece to a thousand-count puzzle, something that made the heat swell back up in your tummy. He leaned in close, his nose ghosting over yours. “Why are you still up, sweet-pea?”
Your breath came out in a shutter, your words stuck in your throat. “Like you said... couldn’t sleep.”
The switch that had flipped in Bucky wasn’t unnoticed. There was a lull, and it seemed like he was contemplating something in his head before he settled on a decision. He lifted his hand to your face, using his thumb to trace over your cheek. “I think I know of a way to fix that.” His words came out like silk despite how low and gruff his voice had gotten, his pupils blown wide as he stared down at you.
It didn’t hit you right away, but when it did…
All you could give was a nod.
It wasn’t enough for Bucky.
“I need to hear you say you want it, sweet-pea. If you don’t, we can both just go to bed and forget this ever happened.” His lips were a hair’s width from yours, his peppermint breath finding its way into your mouth.
His touch was tantalizing and it sparked a desire deep in your core.
“I want it.” You whispered, still not entirely sure this was actually happening.
Bucky hummed, the vibrations from his chest nearly sending a whine from your mouth. “I need you to be specific. What do you want?”
You were close to coming in your shorts already from his words alone. “You. I want you, Buck.”
The four words you were always too nervous to say. The four words you’ve been keeping to yourself for the last six years, falling from you so confidently as if you say them everyday. He could hear you say them everyday. He wants to hear you say them everyday.
And fuck, if he got to taste you on his tongue tonight and feel his cock stretching you out, those sickly sweet whimpers drawing from your throat as he did it- he’ll make you say them everyday.
Bucky didn’t waste any time before his lips finally found yours. They were soft and warm, just like you had imagined on many sleepless nights. He tasted like the toothpaste you shared in the bathroom upstairs, yet you were sure his saliva was laced with heroin with how quickly you craved more of it. His thigh pushed against your heat, sending a trail of goosebumps up your chest as you softly moaned into his mouth. Your noises only encouraged him, his tongue sliding over yours in a desperate attempt to feel more of you.
The sheer desperation to be so intertwined with you in this intimate way drove him insane, a low growl scratching at his throat as he pulled away. “Get this damn thing off.” He nearly shouted, fisting at your lousy black sleep shirt- his lousy black sleep shirt you stole from his dresser years ago- his heart thumping wildly inside his ribcage.
Being the smart girl you are, you promptly followed his orders, shoving off the tee in a single motion, the frigid living room air hitting your nipples as you never wore a bra to bed anymore. Bucky pulled his own shirt off as you did yours- not noticing your upper half was completely bare already until he went to kiss you again, stopping dead in his tracks as his eyes landed on your breasts.
“Oh, sweet-pea, you’re gonna send this old man into cardiac arrest with a body like that.” He cooed, hooking a hand behind your back as he shimmied you both down the couch, laying your body flat beneath him. Bucky was mesmerized, his mouth open and yearning as he leaned down to suck on your breast, his tongue swirling over your taut nipple. The sheer heat of his mouth was enough to elicit a moan from you, his teeth coming to graze over the sensitive skin as he smiled against you. He paid close attention to both breasts, suckling on one peak as his fingers toyed with the other. If you’d allow it- Bucky would gladly spend all day and night with his mouth suctioned on you like this, already enough to ruin his boxers with his leaking seed.
Maybe another day.
“You’re so pretty for me like this, sweet-pea, I can’t get enough of you.” He panted, finally coming up for air. You smiled up at him, his lips dark pink and swollen.
Alluring, warm and wet.
“Please, Buck. I need more.” The apples of your cheeks were flushed and the room was starting to sway around you from the sheer amount of pleasure that was coursing through your veins. You felt Bucky everywhere but the place you needed him most.
A breathy laugh fanned over your chest. “Be patient, pretty girl...” He trailed off, pressing sloppy kisses over your collarbones and neck. “My pretty girl.” He whispered as he nipped at your earlobe, sealing it with a single kiss at your lips.
It was a declaration. A fact. Bucky gave no room for question or interpretation. You were his girl, his pretty girl, and he couldn’t wait to shout it from every rooftop in Brooklyn after tonight. He has wanted this moment for as long as he can remember, and he’d be damned if he didn’t spend the next few hours with you underneath him, looking like a fucking angel with those big bright eyes of yours.
Those watery little doe eyes brought some filthy thoughts to Bucky’s mind, explicit cravings that only you’d be able to satisfy him with. Tonight, though, was all about you- despite how badly he wanted to fuck you silly on every surface in the apartment and in every position possible. Despite how he longed to fuck your beautiful mouth, squeezing your throat so he could feel his tip sliding in and out with every thrust, his other on your cheek to wipe away the tears that would inevitably slip down. Despite how terribly bad he wanted to make you come so many times you’d be an incoherent babbling mess under him, unable to speak for at least an hour after while he cleaned up your soft body- giving you a bath, combing through your hair, brushing your teeth, slipping you into bed beside him as he kissed your tender skin until the two of you fell asleep.
But right here, right now, he wanted to give you slow and soft, knowing you hadn’t ventured into this kind of territory yet.
Shit- the reminder that Bucky would be your first sent a sweltering throb right to his groin, a low groan rumbling deep in his throat.
“You’re doing so good for me, so... so... good.” He mumbled between kisses against your hips, slowly sinking down your body so he could finally get a taste of your sweet cunt. The metal tips of his fingers snaked over your tummy before latching onto the waistband of your pajama shorts, slipping the fabric down your aching thighs and bent knees. He held the material in his hand as he stared down at your pussy, the silky blue underwear you wore nearly dripping with how wet they were.
He traced his tan fingers over your thigh, swirling over the skin until it led to your heat, his thumb rubbing over your clothed clit.
“Bucky...” You whined, your right hand settling between the valley of your breasts, your left gently scratching at his arm.
You were quivering, your body’s reaction to Bucky nothing more than exactly what you expected.
“I think my little angel is excited.” He groaned as he kept swiping his thumb over the wet patch, his eyes locked on for as long as he could before he made one final trip to meet your face. “Are you sure this is okay? I will not be mad if you don’t want this.” He needed utmost assurance that this is exactly what you wanted before he devoured you entirely.
“I swear to God, Buck, if you stop right now I will kill you. I want this so bad, please, Buck. I need to feel you. Please... please.” Your threat was light hearted but he knew you’d be upset all the same if he left you high and dry. But hearing you practically beg for him? He's gonna need to get on Medicare after this, super soldier or not.
“Your wish is my command, sweet-pea.” With those simple words he was back down between your thighs, his hand pulling down your underwear in an instant. An animalistic groan was ripped from his throat at the sight of your cunt, beautifully glistening under the moonlit room, your lips parted so gently just for his view. Not a second was wasted as he knelt down closer, his tongue slipping between your folds to open you further, loud moans being pulled from you both simultaneously.
He sucked at your arousal, drinking it down like a man starved while his middle finger traced the tight ring of your heat, slipping around it easily from the gathered slick. His mouth attached to your clit, sucking harshly for a few seconds, letting his velvety tongue rub over it for a few seconds after. He kept this pace while his middle finger gained entrance, sliding inside your soaking pussy with ease, only stopping when he found the spot that would drive you crazy. The pad of his long finger circled over the spongy patch, a back-arching, mouth-watering movement that nearly had you in tears. His bionic hand was quick to push down your hips, holding tight over your pelvic bone and belly to keep you in place.
“Tastes just like honey, my little angel. You’re gonna get me addicted, I’ll never want to leave.” He whispered, his lips shining with your slick as he spoke. He promptly got back to work, adding in his equally-long ring finger to your cunt.
Your eyes were watering and you were so close to seeing stars, mind-numbing moans and whines tearing from your mouth every few seconds, pants of his name and soft pleas falling between. “Buck... feels so g-good Buck... oh- shit... please, Buck..”
There was no warning as your first orgasm tore through you, a white hot light bursting low in your tummy and deep within your cunt. You’ve made yourself cum plenty of times before, but no orgasm you could give yourself came close to the one Bucky was giving you now. It filled your sight with static, sent your ears ringing, your heart thumping like a hummingbird’s. “There you go Y/n- just like that. I got you. I got you.” Bucky assured, still pumping his fingers in you slowly as you came down from your high. “You did so good, sweet girl. M’so proud. You’re so beautiful... God you’re gonna wreck me.” He kissed over your thighs as your trembling died down, finally pulling his fingers out of you.
Your cum clung to his slender digits like silky cream on a humid summer’s day. He admired how it looked for a moment before looking up at you, a devilish smirk tugging up his lips.
“Here angel, open up a little.” Bucky purred as he climbed over you, small beads of sweat lathering both of your chests. Even though you were still blissed out, you let your mouth hang open, welcoming his fingers up to the first knuckle. He tapped your chin with his thumb, closing it slightly to let you suckle off your spend. It didn’t taste quite like honey, but knowing that it was caused by Bucky made it that much sweeter. He wiggled out just a second later, wiping away some of it that dripped down your lips before bringing his still coated fingers up to his own mouth, repeating the process with a flutter of his eyes.
You stared up at him, your mouth still ajar, remnants of your spend coating your tongue. The sight of him greedily sucking on his fingers just to taste you was going to send you into another orgasm. You weren’t able to enjoy the view for too long before Bucky was shoving down his boxers, wanting to be inside of you as soon as possible.
A breathy whine fell from you as you watched his cock hit against his toned stomach and you wanted the image seared into your brain. Your mouth flooded, a buzz returning to you as you reached out for it. It was huge, bigger than the dildo you had purchased by at least two inches- possibly even three- and incredibly thick. A single vein was protruding from the side, leading all the way up to his tip, which was painfully pink. Two beads of pre-cum trailed down it, evidence that Bucky was just as needy as you were. Your core clenched just from looking and you weren’t sure he could stretch you that far without breaking you entirely.
“Holy shit.” You breathed, your fingers gently wrapping around the middle of it, your thumb ghosting over the sticky tip. It was so heavy in your hand and you wondered how he walked around with this thing in his pants everyday.
Bucky’s head fell back instantly, the loudest groan yet nearly choking him. He was quick to stop you, his hand wrapping harshly around your wrist.
“Next time, sweet-pea. I want to cum in you, not on your hand.” He said, being gentle as he lightened his grip, setting your hand on your tummy.
The thought of Bucky cumming inside of you sent you reeling. He wasn’t a stupid man- he knew you took birth control to help regulate your periods. Hell, he was the one to pick it up from the pharmacy most months. But hearing him say it? The man you’ve been best friends with for six years and the man you’ve harbored feelings for during all of them wanting to make you his in the most intimate way? He might have to resuscitate you after.
With his knees dug into the suede cushion he adjusted your body, turning around to grab a flat pillow behind him and nudging it under your hips, pulling you closer to his pelvis. Bucky waited as your body relaxed further into the couch, nudging your shaky knees closer to your torso and guiding you to wrap your legs around his waist.
Bucky’s left hand slipped into your right, fingers intertwining and clutching together as he lined himself up at your entrance. “I’m going to go slow, Y/n, but tell me if it’s too much and I’ll stop, okay?” His silver eyes softened, not daring to leave yours.
“Okay.” You nodded, holding his hand in a death grip, not that it hurt him in the slightest.
The anticipation was well worth it as Bucky’s tip finally entered you, pornographic sounds coming from both of you at the tight, warm feeling. Your hand clamped down on his as he pushed in painfully slow, finally stopping when he bottomed out. You were whimpering under him, the burn still registering despite the adrenaline pumping through you. You couldn’t lie, it hurt like hell. His cock was nearly splitting you in half and you could feel a dull heartbeat where his tip was nestled at your cervix.
Bucky was still looking down at you, waiting for the go to start moving. With a gentle nod of your head he finally pulled back, slowly retreating out of you all the way until he pushed right back in.
“Buck… oh- that feels good.” You mumbled, eyes fluttering shut at the high you were getting from his cock stretching you so sinfully. You felt like you were floating, laying somewhere above the clouds from the bliss he was providing. His movements sped up, coaxing moans from both of you.
Bucky looked down at where the two of you were connected, bringing your hand down to the bulge that formed each time he bottomed out. “You feel that angel? Does that feel good?”
“Feels s’good, Buck.” You slurred, mouth open at the tender warmth that was replacing the burn.
“You deserve to feel real pleasure. Not the pathetic orgasm your little lavender friend would’ve left you with. You deserve this, you understand me?” He said with a stern voice, leaning over your jolting body.
Your free hand connected on his face, your nails scraping over the stubble on his jawline. “Yes…” You agreed, losing yourself in how pretty he was as he pounded into you relentlessly.
“Say that you deserve this. Say it.” Bucky commanded, peppering kisses over your flushed face.
You nodded over and over as you spoke, willing to do anything Bucky says. “I deserve this. I deserve you.”
The added remark of you deserving Bucky made his heart stop, the realization of just how crazy he was for you hitting him all at once.
Of course he knew he was head over heels for you. Anyone of your friends could see it plain as day- even Sam teased the two of you about it all the time. But he never thought he’d be in this moment with you, making love to the woman he’s been dying to have since the day you met.
He sucked and bit at your neck as he pumped into your cunt, entirely too excited to see the marks they’d form later on. You had released your grip on his hand, opting to scratch up his back instead. He snaked his free hand between your bodies, using the pad of his thumb to push circles on your aching and swollen clit. Your back arched at the motion, your chest rubbing against his as your body bounced from the force of his cock slamming in and out of you.
“Fuck Bucky… I’m close.” You mewled, heavy pants coming between moans. You were on the edge of your orgasm and Bucky was determined to get you there.
He hummed into your neck, multitasking like a pro so he could take care of you in every way possible. “You’re squeezing the life outta me, angel. Feels incredible…” He moved to your mouth, wrapping his tongue over yours as he swallowed your melodic sounds. Backing off once he felt your walls contract harder, he whispered, “Go ahead, cum for me sweet-pea.”
His face was loomed over yours, eyes connected to every contort of your features as you came, the most intense orgasm flooding your body. Your limbs were trembling and his grip on your side was going to leave dents and bruises, but you couldn’t care less as you clenched down on his shaft, your walls pulsing around him. The adoration you felt was holding up your soul, keeping it in place while Bucky never once lost rhythm.
His orgasm wasn’t far behind. You felt his tip swell as it glided up to your cervix over and over, right before he was wrecked. Hot ropes of semen flooded your pussy, filling you up to the brim as you coaxed every last drop from him. Bucky huffed and grunted against your mouth and cheek, echoes of your name falling out when he started to slow. His arms gave out and he let his body fall gently on yours, his head settling in the crook of your neck. Your nails continued to trace up and down both of his shoulders, metal and flesh, just enough to keep him tingling inside.
It was a minute later when Bucky finally picked his head up to look at you. “Hi.”
You giggled, your face heating up from his strained voice. “Hi.”
He brought his hand up, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “You did so good, Y/n. Was that alright?”
“More than.” You assured, relishing in the weight of him on top of you and inside you.
“You better throw that damn dildo away then, because we’re just getting started here sweet-pea.”
summary: When Bucky's anger gets the best of him during a debriefing meeting, your touch is the one thing that can ground him.
pairing: bucky barnes x reader
word count: 1.6k
warnings: injury, lil angst, hurt/comfort, angry!bucky is just protective!bucky
Bucky Barnes was seething.
Anger coursed through his body, streaming through nerves and coming off him in waves. The tension in the debriefing room was thick as he sat with his arms crossed over his chest, his posture rigid as stone. Grey eyes bored into the two agents that sat across from him.
“Buck, could you please explain what went wrong during the infiltration. Calmly.” Steve asked and took a seat next to you. Bucky’s eyes flickered over to you for a moment, the blues of his irises pushed through the grey, for a moment, until they glanced down at the sling that held your casted wrist.
A humorless laugh escaped through his lips and he rolled his eyes before leaning his forearms against the glass table, staring at the agent who wore a smug smirk on his face.
“Well, I was guarding the corridor so that Y/n could safely retrieve the file from the office. Once she obtained the file, we began to make our way out, but Agents Miller and Cruz decided it would be best to track our positions and call it through the radio, not the comms which led to them giving away our position to enemy dealers and laughing about it,” Bucky gritted out. “They should have called out through the communications link.”
Miller scoffed and Cruz leaned further back into his chair, shifting uneasy under Bucky’s stare. Steve shifted through his notes and glanced over to you for confirmation. You nodded.
“What happened after you were made?” Steve continued on.
“After our position was revealed, we made our way to the nearest stairwell, but once inside a rogue dealer got the drop on me and shoved Y/n down the stairs, which she came out with a fractured wrist. I managed to knock him out before he could turn around and we made it to the jet safely where I triaged her until we got back.”
Steve flipped through the pages of the mission report, scribbling his signature before he looked over at you, softly whispering your name. “Y/n?”
You turned your head and nodded. Then, he spoke again. “Agent Miller, Agent Cruz, is this true?”
The agents scoffed and Miller rolled his eyes, he began to fidget under Steve’s firm stare until he let out a grunt. “Yes, Captain. But I can assure you-”
“Are you aware of the protocols during field missions?” Bucky cut him off sharply, anger laced through his voice. He slammed his fists on the glass and pushed up from his chair. “For being such highly skilled agents, you clearly don’t have a lot of common sense. If I hadn’t reacted when I did, Y/n or myself could have gotten gravely injured or worse.”
“Buck,” Steve’s voice did not touch Bucky’s ears in the slightest.
Instead, Bucky pushed further. “You would have the deaths of two Avengers on your hands. All for what? So you two idiotic assholes would think it’s funny to do a prank during the middle of a mission with dangerous hostiles?”
“Buck.” Steve’s voice was firmer, but Bucky did not relent. Not when you sat with your arm in a cast, with scratches littered over the soft skin of your cheeks and forehead. Over the perfect curve of your nose. Over the perfect plump of your lips.
“You probably thought it would be a funny to pull a trick on the big, bad Winter Soldier, to catch SHIELD’s biggest traitor off guard and make him look stupid,” Your hand gripped Steve’s forearm and sent him a worried glance. “You could have gotten Y/n killed, and I can promise you, nothing would have stopped me from tearing the both of you apart.”
“Buck, enough!” Steve yelled, and only then did Bucky shoot up from the table and angrily stepped away so that his back was pressed against the glass, placing his hands upon his head, his fingers dug into the short brown wisps of hair.
You tried to catch his gaze, but he refused to look at you. In the years that you had been with Bucky, you had never once seen him lose his anger like he had a couple moments ago. He always kept himself composed and calm, especially in front of you.
Red flared over his face, angry grey eyes boring into the two agents, his vibranium fist clenched so hard, it would probably snap if not for the indestructible material.
“Agents Miller and Cruz will face three weeks suspension, once said suspension is up they will be required to redo their training on field missions, until Agent Romanoff has given the all clear. These terms are non negotiable.” Steve said as he closed the file and slid it across the table.
Three week suspension. Three weeks for slipping up that could have cost my girl her life.
Anger boiled in Bucky and a humorless laugh escaped his lips. He roughly hit his head back against the wall so hard that it shook the glass. Bucky knew it wasn’t directly Steve who came to the decision, but it still infuriated him.
Because at the end of the day, if he ever made the littlest mistake, a small slip-up while in the field, his suspension would be longer, by a couple of months.
But two agents who consciously exposed the exact location in front of the enemy deserved just three weeks.
Bucky watched your shoulders sag in defeat, you reached out and adjusted your casted arm and winced lightly. You caught his eye and sent him a gentle smile, through the scratches and cuts.
He pushed himself off the wall and made his way to the door. “If I ever get the displeasure of seeing you two assholes in the field again, maybe I’ll partake in one of your childish pranks. Then we can see how funny it is.”
With that, he slammed the door and retreated down the hall. His footsteps echoed so loudly that you and Steve could both still hear them. The captain cleared his throat and looked at the two agents.
“Desk duty begins immediately. Tomorrow, eight sharp. Dismissed.”
You watched as the two men sent an annoyed glare your way, but you ignored it. Instead, you waited until they vacated the room before you turned to Steve.
“Only three weeks?” you asked for confirmation, unsure if you wished they had been given a more lengthy punishment. “My arm will take almost seven weeks to heal.”
Steve sighed and nodded. “It’s above me, Y/n. I wish it was longer, but this is what has been decided. Best we can do is just make sure to never pair the four of you up again.” he said, gathering up the files. “Why don’t you go check on him and get some rest. I’d imagine you’re tired.”
You nodded and hugged Steve’s arm before you followed the steps to Bucky’s bedroom, where you knew he’d be.
Sitting on the bed with his head in his hands, Bucky sat hunched over, his shoulders rose and fell with every harsh breath. As gently as you could, you closed the door softly and made your way over to him.
The brush of your nails against his scalp made him look up at you. You were expecting dark eyes filled with annoyance, but instead you found soft blue ones filled with remorse. They flickered to the sling that held your arm and he sighed defeatedly.
“I’m sorry, sweetheart. I didn’t mean to lose my anger in front of you,” Bucky said, his voice softer now.
You stood in front of him, your free hand carded through the short locks of hair and Bucky rested his head on your chest, his arms wrapped around your waist. He fisted the fabric of your sweater in his hands.
“It’s okay, honey,” you whispered against his forehead.
But Bucky shook his head and held you tighter. “I should have acted quicker. I-I should have checked the stairwell before pushing you ahead. I should have been more alert, but instead I let that prick shove you and I did nothing.”
Flashes of the enemy dealer that roughly grabbed you by the back of your shirt engulfed your mind, the sudden pain of the stone steps pushed into every muscle of your body and it wasn’t long before you felt a grinding sensation in your wrist followed by pain.
Grunts and whimpers passed through your lips and you curled your arm towards your body, moving to sit against the stone wall. You could faintly see Bucky hold the dealer by the neck before slamming him into the wall.
You held him tighter and wrapped your arm around his neck and pulled him to your chest, pressing delicate kisses to the crown of his head.
“You and I both know that’s not true,” you whispered against his skin. You pulled back from him and traced your fingertips down the side of his cheek, across his tear rimmed eyes, over the bridge of his nose. “You got me out of there didn’t you? You got me safely to the jet and bandaged me until we got back home. That’s not nothing, honey.”
You remembered his gentle hands as he leaned you against him, arm wrapped around your waist as he pulled you from the stairwell and to the jet, how he gently created a makeshift sling for your arm.
Bucky looked up at you and a tear slipped down his cheek, but you quickly wiped it away. “You always have my back, and I appreciate you so much for that. There is nobody I feel safer than with you, love.”
Blue eyes gazed into yours and Bucky leaned up and pressed a kiss to your lips, a quick, chaste but still left you with butterflies in your stomach.
“I love you.” He pressed a kiss against your collarbone and held you tighter.
Your free hand found itself stroking the back of Bucky’s neck and you leaned your forehead against his, lowering yourself gently onto his lap. His hold tightened on your waist.
“I love you, too.”
hi Ali <3 congrats again on your milestone my love 💖 you deserve all the love in the world!
qué voy a hacer con mi amor
I was thinking about bliss with bucky barnes and this song:
I hope it inspires something <3 thank you so much and I hope you have a nice sleepover!! 💓🌸💖💗💓
pairing: boyfriend!bucky barnes x fem!reader
concept: Day or night, with his fairy of love, he will always feel the sunrise in his heart
word count: 560
warnings: Fluff of poetic softness, soft kisses, Bucky adores you, nickname ─ fairy,
a/n: @atlaese Hopefully you'll love this. This is where I daydreamed about the song and being with Bucky. Your friendship has always meant the world to me.
adorable gif credit: @richardmaddan
In love, there is beauty.
Light from the sun shines in through the side windows, casting a golden glow and illuminating the dust in a rainbow of colors, like the wings of a fairy.
He sees that with you. In his eyes, you are the beauty of the world.
A wide smile spreads across his face as his wide eyes fixate on you. He can't help but gaze at you in wonder when your dress hugs your torso like it is painted over your body.
Seeing the sparkle in your eyes, the light that fills the room, and the breathtaking smile that encompasses you.
Bucky's fingers spread as if trying to hold his beating heart as he stopped breathing halfway through. At this moment, he feels what all poets write about love: he is awestruck by your beauty.
The way you walk toward him, the way your dress flows as if announcing your arrival, the way the light shines on your face, it is as if he sees his fairy.
You are getting closer to him as the song's beat increases in speed. It's like a cloud of butterflies flying around inside him; he can't stop laughing at the pure, sparkling happiness that wells up inside.
A smile is painted deeply on his soul.
His lips are so wide that he can feel the stretch of his cheekbones and the crinkles carved into the corners of his eyes.
Taking your hand, he kisses your fingertips as he cradles them in his large palm. The soft sound of your lips is heard as you gaze at him. Your eyes are speaking love to him because your lips are speaking to him.
You, this heavenly woman, are the focus of his gaze.
The rest of the world fades away the moment he stares into your eyes, completely absorbed in you. When you are close to him, you are surrounded by your fragrance and a sense of calm, the happiness that radiates from within.
He is filled with awe as he observes the perfect rhythm and profound meaning behind every word and gesture. Consequently, his knees are shaking, his heart is pumping, and he has a flood of emotions coursing through him.
A bright smile spreads across your face as you cradle his cheek in your hand and whisper.
"Would you like to dance with me?"
Taking a step closer, he places his forehead on yours as he wraps his arm around your back, drawing you closer to him. Under his fingertips, he rests his fingers on the gentle curve of your spine, the warmth of your skin warming the love under his fingertips.
As you close the last millimeter between your lips and his, you feel a rush of desire.
There is calm within him now; everything is at peace.
"Will you marry me, my sweet fairy?"
You kiss his lips in response, feeling a wave of longing.
When he kisses you, you can feel his passion, his joy, and his acceptance of your reaction all burning on your lips. He writes you love notes and treats you like his fairy.
With that perfect, eloquent, endless kiss, he spreads love everywhere with the way he caresses, breathes, and feels.
Day or night, with his fairy of love, he will always feel the sunrise in his heart.
𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙚, 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙢𝙮 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙨
avenger!bestfriend!bucky x female avenger!reader
word count: 10k (yeah, it’s a long one.)
warnings: 18+, friends to lovers trope, miscommunication, angst, arguing, crying, mentions of injury, brief mentions of food, very brief mention of being drunk, use of petnames [sweets, sweetheart, baby] smut, dry humping, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, brief mentions of nipple and clit play, bucky finishes in reader
authors note: this took me so long to finish and to perfect but i’m finally ready to post it. this is the first angsty fic i’ve written and the longest fic i’ve ever written so please bare with me! i really hope you all enjoy this one! this is for week three (technically week 5) of festive friday’s! i also wanna give a very very special thank you to the beautiful @ambrosiase for all of her help and guidance with writing this story.
minors do not interact. this is strictly 18+ only, by clicking read more you are telling me you are 18 or older. you do not have permission to copy/use any of my work!
The mix between the snow blowing across the highway and the snow falling from the sky practically blinded your vision. The wind was gusting, with each hour it only seemed to get stronger.
Every few minutes Bucky would say something under his breath, quiet enough that you’d only catch a few words each time.
Neither of you shared a word since you stepped foot into the vehicle. The tension in the small space of the car was so thick not even a knife could cut through it.
You were on your way to your safe house after your mission. Your failed mission.
Not only were you and Bucky not on great terms to begin with, the plan quite literally fell apart in your hands. Leaving you both angered and rather annoyed.
The wheels of the tires were beginning to struggle to move, the deep snow holding them back with each spin.
“God damn it!” Bucky raised his voice, his hands slamming down harshly on the steering wheel as the car came to a complete stop. The sudden noise causing you to flinch slightly as you turned to him.
You watched as he repeatedly tried to start the car, each time the engine made a ticking noise before turning off. He tried four times before throwing the keys to the side, placing his palms over his eyes.
“Did you get a hold of anyone?” He asked, not bothering to look at you. He had a small cut above his eyebrow that caught your eye, the skin around it was covered in smears of blood and dirt.
“No, Bucky.” You snapped, “I told you there’s no reception, you know cause there’s a storm.”
“Cut the fuckin’ attitude Y/n.” He hissed, ripping the phone from your hands before mumbling something once again.
“Grow up.” You rolled your eyes, “If you have something to say, say it.”
You watched him shake his head, he let out a scoff as his lips turned into a cocky smirk. Your jaw clenched as you watched, your patience was already running thin with only a small layer remaining.
“I don’t know why you didn’t listen to me.” You hissed, “The plan wasn’t gonna work from the minute we got there, we could’ve left and avoided this.” Your hand hit your window as you flung it.
You watched as Bucky took a deep breath, nostrils flaring as his eyes stayed glued to the screen.
“The house isn’t far.” Bucky said, ignoring your words from before. “Our stuff is already there, all we gotta do is get ourselves there.
Your eyes went wide as you turned to look at him. Looking out the window all you saw was white, and it looked like it went on forever. The temperate had dropped last night and remained that way throughout the entire day.
“Are you suggesting we walk there?” You hissed, appalled he would even suggest it.
“Don’t think you got a better idea, sweets.” He started gathering things from the car, putting them in his pockets. “We can’t get a hold of anyone and this car ain’t startin’ anytime soon.”
You were afraid, but you weren't about to tell him that. You weren’t dressed for this weather and it was apparent that Bucky forgot not everyone has his abilities.
“Bucky, I don’t think that’s safe for me. I-” You were cut off by him practically growling.
“Are you done now?” Bucky spit, raising his eyebrows at you. “You’re so damn dramatic sometimes.”
You felt your chest get tight, your teeth were grinding together so hard your jaw ached. Bucky knew how to shut up you, he knew exactly what nerve to strike and it made your blood run cold.
You didn’t say a word to him, your lips moved into a thin line as you bit the inside of your cheek.
Bucky’s features softened, he knew how much it upset you when people treated you like a child. Regret began to slowly leak into his chest cavity, each drop making his heart beat a bit quicker.
As he went to speak you opened the door and got out, slamming it hard behind you. He watched as you put the hood of your jacket up and started dragging yourself through the snow.
Quickly he looked around the car, making sure he wasn’t leaving anything before getting out and locking it, not that it would matter.
He ran up behind you the best he could, starting to think maybe you were right. The wind was putting him off balance, he couldn’t imagine how you were feeling at that moment.
“Let me help you!” He shouted, reaching for your hand but you pulled it away from him.
“It's fine, Barnes.” You replied with no emotion in your tone, “I’d hate to be dramatic.”
The petty remark fell from your tongue before you could process it. You kept walking forward, the snow was already falling in your boots, melting as it came in contact with your warm skin.
Bucky sighed to himself, he felt horrible. He’d already treated you terribly all week long and now he found himself taking his frustrations out on you. He followed a good distance behind you, giving you both time to cool down.
The two of you weren’t typically like this. This bickering and the fighting was all new to the both of you, only beginning a week ago.
You and Bucky were friends, close friends. Long ago, Bucky found solace in you.
Bucky had sweat falling from his forehead, his entire body tense as he shot up from the floor. His chest heaved as he looked around the room before his eyes landed on the glowing red numbers of his alarm.
He wiped some of the sweat from his head with the back of his hand before throwing on a shirt.
He knew he wouldn’t be going back to bed and decided to go sit in the common room of his shared living quarters.
Quietly he opened and closed his door, making his way through the kitchen. As he turned the corner, he stopped in his tracks hearing something coming from the room.
He knew that Sam, Steve and Wanda were on a mission, he only assumed you and Natasha went too.
Looking over he saw that the television was on, some Christmas movie was playing and someone was sitting on the couch.
He hesitated, debating if he should just go back to his room. As much as he wanted to avoid talking to anyone, staring at his ceiling fan for the next three hours seemed like torture.
He quietly crept his way into the room, clearing his throat in an attempt to not startle you.
Bucky watched as you grabbed the remote, pausing your movie quickly. The two of you had only ever spoken in passing, never having a reason to talk more than that.
“I’m so sorry.” Your eyes were wide as they scanned over him. “Did I wake you up?”
Bucky shook his head, taking a seat next to you. “Had a nightmare.” He spoke, eyes squinting in your direction. “And I don’t really feel like goin’ back to bed.”
Nodding your head he watched the way you bit your bottom lip, pulling the skin behind your teeth as you awkwardly pushed the bowl of popcorn away from you.
“I uhh.” You trailed off, “I have pretty bad insomnia, so I get it, sort of.” You gave him a sympathetic smile.
Shifting in his seat, Bucky returned a small smile. He’d never noticed your smile until right now. It was sweet and inviting, it brought Bucky a sense of comfort he hadn’t had in a long time.
Typically encounters of this nature made Bucky immensely uncomfortable, but not in this case.
For the rest of that night you and Bucky talked about your sleeping problems. You stopped here and there to explain the movie on the screen.
You both fell asleep on the couch that night, thankful everyone else was on a mission.
That was almost exactly two years ago. Since then the two of you had only gotten closer.
What started as comforting and guiding each other through rough nights blossomed into something more.
From an outsider's perspective it wasn’t hard to see both you and Bucky had feelings for each other. Feelings that were more than what the two of you made them out to be.
His voice was the only thing that could lull you to sleep and Bucky was certain you were the only person who could really understand him. You were each other's safe place.
The secret glances you shared from across the room. The way Bucky’s face seemed to always be a bit brighter if you were in the room.
You’d share inside jokes from a distance, lips turning into a smile as you practically read each other's minds.
The late night phone calls when one of you was away on a mission. Refusing to let the other sleep until they promise that they’ll be okay and that they’ll see you soon.
The few times you had both drunkenly stumbled into your rooms. Hands roaming each other's body as your lips were captured in a hot and messy kiss.
Although you were both drunk the sex was sweet and tender, you’d take your time with one another. Feeling every part of each other's body, reveling in the soft moans and whimpers that would fill the room.
When you’d wake up naked in his bed you’d simply laugh it off, blaming it on the alcohol. Ignoring the way your heart would beat quicker and how your thighs would squeeze together as you thought about the night before.
Bucky would do the same, making a joke about the experience. Suggesting the two of you needed to stop drinking together as he pushed some hair out of your face.
You’d both be lighthearted about it, but deep down you both knew it meant a lot more.
The nights you’d sit on Bucky’s floor with him as he told you the things he promised himself he would never tell anyone.
He trusted you with every inch of his being, knowing you’d sit there and let him speak as long as he needed. Your hand rubbing his softly, not an ounce of judgment on your face.
With you, he’d let himself feel, really feel all the emotions he had pushed away for so long. His deepest and darkest sorrows swimming to the surface of those eyes you loved so much.
The way Bucky held you while you cried. Holding you so close all you could smell and feel was him. He’d gently rock you back and forth as you sobbed, the shaking of your body being swallowed by the strength of his arms.
He wouldn’t make you talk about it, instead whispering soothing words as he attempted to calm the storm that was your own mind. He’d sit there all night if it meant making the tears subside.
Bucky did a double take, watching you open his door and close it. Your forehead pressed against the cool wood. It helped ease the burning ache of your head, a shaking breath leaving from deep in your lungs.
“Sweetheart?” Bucky asked cautiously, placing his book down on this bed. He sat up slowly, afraid if he moved too quickly you’d run off.
Turning to him your eyebrows were heavily furrowed, small wrinkles in your forehead appearing.
You had your bottom lip tucked between your teeth, knowing it was the only thing stopping you from losing it.
As you went to speak, nothing came out but a small whimper. Shaking your head, your lip now trembled hard enough to make your entire jaw shift. Eyes brimming with tears at your loss of control.
Bucky didn’t know how he got to you so quickly, but in an instant he was there close to you. He stood in front of you, bringing your head into his chest as a sob ripped through you.
Your hands gripped at his shirt, balling it up between your fingers as you let your emotions take over.
“Shhh.” He cooed, his metal hand rubbing circles on the burning hot skin of your back. “You’re safe, I’ve got you.”
Bucky couldn’t stand seeing you like this. With every sob, Bucky tried bringing you closer to him. His grip tightening on you, no sign of him letting you go.
As he sat down on his bed he swept you off your feet, tucking your legs around his body.
“Mm not goin’ anywhere.” Bucky whispered, a hand making its way through your hair. “I’m yours, I'm here, sweet girl.”
After a few minutes Bucky felt your breathing slow back down. Your body jerking slighting as you attempted to catch your breath.
The last thing you felt was a kiss being pressed to your head. Your tired eyes fluttering shut as you were consumed by sleep, safe in the arms of the one you loved most.
Despite the intimate moments, the two of you were painfully oblivious to the idea of the other person loving you. Both dancing around the thoughts of your best friend loving you the way you loved them.
There had been multiple times you’d wanna tell Bucky how you felt. Almost not being able to take it anymore. Almost.
Everytime Bucky tried to tell you, he’d choke on his own words. Not being able to form a coherent sentence, ears ringing with the thought of it scaring you away. There had been many times he nearly told you. Nearly.
For the first time in two years, you and Bucky were fighting. You two have had small arguments in the past, almost always having to do with one of you being worried for the other.
Those arguments were short lasting and would end quicker than they began. It was apparent to the both of you that wasn’t the case this time.
It was exactly one week ago, to the day. You were in the kitchen of the compound, preparing two cups of hot chocolate.
One for you and one for Bucky. You smiled at the mugs you were using, remembering Bucky got them for you as a ‘ridiculously early Christmas present’ as he put it.
As you were putting some marshmallows in the drink you were interrupted by a deep voice behind you.
“You know I’ve been lookin’ for that hoodie.”
He chuckled, nudging his head in your direction. His voice sent a chill down your spine, you were always happy to see Bucky. Always.
Looking down you remembered you stole it from him the other night when you woke up in the middle of the night in his bed. You were cold and didn’t want to go find something of your own.
Shaking your head you teased, “It’s the newest piece of my collection, had no idea it was yours.”
“Yeah, yeah. I’m so sure.” Bucky said, moving so he was standing beside you. He leaned into you, as if it was a sign for you to do the same.
“I was about to come find you.” You spoke, pushing the green cup towards him.
He raised his eyebrows for a moment, bringing the cup into his hands. “What for?”
“Nothing interesting.” You laughed, “Wanted to go over the plan for this mission next week.”
You and Bucky were going on a mission together next week. The details were not finalized yet and you wanted to make sure everything would go smoothly.
“That’s a good idea, Sweets.” He took a sip of his drink, taking a deep breath before blurting out, “Before we do that I was wonderin’..”
He didn’t say anything after that. He seemed tense, anxious even which left a confused look on your face.
“Wondering..? What, Buck?” You had placed a hand on his wrist, hoping to put him at ease even if it was just a little. Your skin was warm compared to his. The coolness of his arm causing a chill to go down your spine.
He didn’t say a word yet, your confusion growing more and more. He just stared at you blanky, as if there was something stuck on the tip of his tongue.
“Would you wanna go to a Christmas market with me tomorrow mornin’? He asked, his words laced with a hint of hesitation.
Furrowing your eyebrows you nodded your head, lip from a thin line to a small smile.
“Of course, Buck. I’d love to.”
As his smile met his eyes, yours followed not far behind. Bucky’s smile was contagious. Watching his pink lips fold upwards while his cerulean eyes sparkled a touch more than usual.
“I’ll come get you at nine?” He suggested, bumping you with his side.
You took a sip of your drink and nodded your head, “That works, Buck.”
You held your head a bit lower than before. Hoping he wouldn’t catch onto the frown that had replaced your smile from a few seconds earlier.
You loved spending time with Bucky, but you wished it meant the same to him that it did to you.
Each time he asked you to hang out you secretly hoped the word ‘date’ would slip into the sentence.
Before he could speak, someone calling your name from down the hall caught the attention of you both.
“Shoot.” You whispered, recognizing the voice as Natasha’s. “Could we finish talking about the mission later? I’d prefer to do it in peace and quiet.”
Bucky hummed quietly, nodding his head as he stood up quickly. “That works for me.” He moved his head towards you, pressing a kiss on your forehead. You closed your eyes at the action, heart filling with a dull ache. “I’ll catch you later.”
Bucky kissing your forehead was normal, it became his thing over time. Now the action felt softer, as if he meant it in an intimate way.
You wanted to cry, to scream, to do anything to rid your mind and body of what you were feeling.
You wanted to tell Bucky how you felt about him, but his feelings for you were clear. You were simply just his best friend.
As Natasha turned the corner into the kitchen, she looked at you excitedly.
“Are you and Barnes finally going on a date?” She practically yelled, causing you to push her back into the hallway.
‘Of course she was eavesdropping’, you thought to yourself.
You shook your head softly, expressions falling as you stuttered, “No, it’s not a date. Things aren’t like that with Bucky and I.”
Bucky stopped in his tracks. Your words replaying in his head like a broken record. He was hidden by the large cabinet on the opposite side of where you stood.
‘She just said yes to a date.’ Bucky thought to himself. He scoffed, unable to believe what he was hearing.
The happiness that Bucky held a few minutes ago slipped from his fingers like sand in the wind. You didn’t wanna go on a date with him, you didn’t feel the same.
Bucky wanted to go over there and question why you would put him in this situation. He wanted to go in there and tell you exactly how he felt, but he couldn’t.
Despite being angry, the sadness that leaked into his chest was far more powerful. Consuming him from the inside out rapidly.
He thought about all the moments you spent together, all the signs making him believe you felt what he did.
He now felt like he was being deceived, as if he made the whole thing up deep within the remnants of his imagination.
If you didn’t feel the same, so be it.
Bucky nearly threw the hot mug he held on the table next to him, finding the nearest exit and walking out, not looking back.
As he left, he didn’t hear you finish.
“I wish they were like that.” You nearly broke down, “I wanna tell him, God, it’s all I want. I’m so sick of pretending like I don’t love him.”
Natasha took your hand in hers, tilting her head at you softly.
“Y/n, have you seen the way he looks at you? The way you two act around each other? I’ve been trying to tell you, it doesn’t take a genius to see he loves you too.”
Taking a deep breath, you shrugged your shoulders. “I don’t know, Nat.” You drawled, looking at the dark grey ceiling.
“Tomorrow.” Natasha said assertively, “Tell him tomorrow, Y/n. It’s jus’ Bucky.”
She had a point, what was the worst that could happen? You’d tell him tomorrow, you thought to yourself.
You woke up early the next morning. Taking your time to get ready, desperately needing to feel your best.
You felt nervous and excited at the same time. Your hands had a small shake to them, reminding yourself to take deep breaths each time you noticed.
You played through every potential scenario, trying to be prepared for everything.
Under the wires of anxiety and the tangles of pessimistic thinking, there was a small piece of you that was positive this would all be okay.
The clock on your phone hit 9:00am as you patiently waited in your room. Patting over your clothing, making sure you had everything needed, you tried to keep your mind busy.
Ten minutes passed and you hummed to yourself gently. “He’s probably running late.” You thought, your finger hovering over the ‘call’ button.
You called him and were sent straight to voicemail. Weird. You thought, opting to text him instead.
‘Hey! Did you want me to meet you somewhere instead?’
It delivered, but you couldn’t help the bad feeling in the pit of your stomach.
10:48am. Your clock read as you walked through the halls of the compound. You called him a few more times, texted him a couple more times too.
As you approached his room, the door was open. You stepped inside the dark room, looking around your surroundings. Bucky wasn’t there.
Worry began filling you, your mind wondering if something may have happened to him. This was unusual of Bucky, he was mostly on time and was typically good at communicating with you.
You walked out of his room and down to the living room area, thinking you’d either see him there or on the way.
When you got there, you found Steve, Sam, and Wanda, but no sign of Bucky.
“Has anyone seen, Buck?” You awkwardly asked, scratching at your fingertips.
Steve and Sam shared a glance before looking back at you “Weren’t the two of you going out this morning?” Steve muttered, standing up before you.
You nodded at the blonde, “We wer- we are, supposed to be going out.” You trailed off, “He said he would get me at nine but never did.”
The room was filled with silence, Steve stood with his arms crossed, looking as if he was trying to formulate an appropriate response.
Sam rubbed his hand against the back of his neck. His usual humorous personality being reduced to nothing but a blank stare at the ground.
Your stomach twisted, feeling as if a blade had gone through it. The two of them knew something you didn’t. As bad as you wanted to confront them, you knew better than to even bother.
“You know what, nevermind!” You uncomfortably laughed, “Maybe I heard the wrong time, thanks anyways guys.”
As you turned on your heels they both uttered half-ass goodbyes.
As you walked back to your room, you were baffled. The butterflies you had an hour ago felt like they had died a slow and agonizing death.
The knife in your gut twisting and turning with every move of your feet.
He never came. You were angry all day long, not wanting to speak to anyone as you impatiently waited for him to come back to the compound.
You thought he would be back in the evening but he wasn’t, he was gone all day the next day too. It was almost 10:30pm the next day when you locked your bedroom door.
Your back pressed against it firmly as you slid down the wood slowly. No one knew where he was or what he was doing. At least they wouldn't tell you.
A hand pressed firmly against your mouth as you began to cry.
Bucky never did this to you before, he’d never ignored you like this either.
You were worried about him on one hand, but on the other hand you were irate. Was he hurt? Did something bad happen? Why would he do this to you? Did he hear you talking to Natasha? Did you scare him away this bad?
As tears cascaded down your cheeks, your heart sunk further and further into your gut. Your eyelids closed tightly, hoping the hot tears would dry up sooner rather than later.
With your body curled up in a ball on your floor you felt weak and small. After a while, your breathing became nothing but small hiccups gasping for air.
Pulling yourself up on your bed you couldn’t help but grab Bucky’s sweater. You tried to chase after the sleep that threatened to spill over you.
His sweater was clutched to your chest tightly, holding onto it as if it was your last piece of hope that things were okay between the two of you.
The next day you woke up to swollen eyes and a headache that seethed through every part of your skull. Groaning you were brought back to why you were feeling like this. The sadness that left for a moment came flooding back in, beginning to consume you once more.
As you stood up, you were unhappily met with people laughing loudly. God did Bucky have a loud laugh.
Bucky. Your eyes went wide as you swung your door open and walked towards the voices. You saw Sam leaving the hallway as Bucky turned into you, his smile falling into a frown.
“God, there you are.” You began rambling, “Are you okay? What happened? I’ve been worried sick, Buck.”
He didn’t say anything, instead he stared at you for a moment before his eyes dragged around the room, his nostrils flaring with every breath he took.
As you went to place a hand on his chest he stopped you. Taking your hand and guiding it back down to your side. The pressure that filled your chest was painful.
“Bucky, what’s wrong?” You asked, stepping back slightly.
Bucky couldn’t look at you. The hurt look on your face was going to make him break, he knew that much. He couldn’t handle seeing you upset, nevermind when he was the one hurting you.
“I just.” He mumbled, “I need space from you, Y/n.”
An unpleasant feeling scratched at your throat as you searched for the words to say.
“B-but we were supposed to go out a-and why would you even ask me to? If you wanted space from me?” Your voice broke as you finished speaking.
“You’re right, I shouldn’t have asked, it was a mistake.” He replied coldly, clearing his throat as he looked at his feet, hands deep in his pockets.
Something was wrong. The voice in the back of your head sung over and over again. Your heart twisted in your chest at his words.
“Bucky, talk to me.” You begged, so badly wanting to take his hands in yours.
You wanted to ease him of whatever was going on, explain whatever he thought was wrong.
Bucky had wished the ground would swallow him whole. The way your eyes filled with tears made him want to bring you close to him.
For a second, he contemplated telling you what he heard, talking to you about the situation. He was unable to think rationally, his negative feelings pushing away any amount of hope.
“There’s nothing to talk about, I’ll see you soon.” He insisted, pushing past you.
Bucky walked away as quickly as possible. His eyes glossed over as he went to his bedroom.
He knew he was being selfish, but he was hurt. He didn’t know how to handle the situation, and talking to you wasn’t an option anymore.
You felt like you were dreaming. In the time you knew Bucky, this had never happened. You didn’t know what to do with yourself.
You stood frozen in the hallway for what felt like forever, the conversation repeating in your head as you stared blankly at the ground.
Up until the day of your mission, not a word was shared between you and Bucky.
You tried to get out of it several times but Steve and Nat insisted that it had to be the two of you. Nat told you, “The two of you need to talk anyway, this will be nice.”
It made no sense, it was obvious both of your heads were in the wrong place. You were confused and upset, and the last thing you’d be able to do was focus if Bucky was there beside you.
Bucky wasn’t looking forward to it either, he tried to convince Steve that Nat should go instead. Telling Steve it was a bad idea. Steve brushed off Bucky’s concerns, claiming it would “be good for the both of you, help clear things up.”
He was pissed. He knew Steve wanted what was best for him, but how was he supposed to look you in the eye after what he did?
Bucky had pushed his way in front of you somehow. It was clear he was trying to somewhat clear a path for you.
As much as you didn’t want his help, you weren’t complaining. You followed his footsteps, thankful that you weren’t getting as much snow in your boots.
You were frozen. The hood of your jacket did very little to protect you from the vicious blows of the wind. Worst of all you could barely feel your fingers, trying to dig them deeper into your pockets.
Too focused on staring at the ground, you lost your footing, falling onto your knees. You gasped as your bare hands met the snow.
Bucky quickly turned back, helping you onto your feet. “Are you okay?” He asked, brushing some of the snow off your body.
“Yeah, just cold.” You replied with a sign, rubbing your hands together.
You watched as Bucky slipped the leather gloves off his hands, beginning to put them on yours.
“What are you-” He cut you off promptly, “Take the damn gloves, you need em’ more than I do right now,”
You wanted to question his sudden change in attitude. You noticed his eyes were softer.
They had been cold and distant since you arrived on the mission. However, at this moment he looked like Bucky, your Bucky.
You both continued walking for what felt like a lifetime. You let Bucky help you along the way, holding your hand when you needed it. It was the least he could do.
“There it is.” Bucky shouted to you.
Usually safe houses were shitty motels that looked like they hadn't been cleaned in months. If you were lucky your motel would have semi warm running water, but those were far and few between.
Seeing the small cabin in front of you was quite surprising. It seemed to be the only one for what looked to be miles.
There were big pine trees covered in snow around it, lights wrapping around the outside of the wooden frame.
You remembered Tony saying something about the safehouse a few weeks ago. He knew that this mission ran the risk of cutting into Christmas, so he wanted the two of you to be comfortable if it came down to it. Which you were thankful for at the time, but now it felt like a waste.
You followed behind Bucky as he pushed snow away from the door before unlocking it, letting you in first. A sigh of relief left your lips as you were engulfed by warm air.
The first thing to catch your eye was the Christmas tree in the corner, lightly decorated with a variety of ornaments. You were happy to see a small fireplace a few feet away from the couch.
You watched as Bucky walked into the living room, removing his jacket from his body before throwing it onto the brown material of the couch. He winced as he sat down, placing an arm on the back of the couch.
You didn’t realize you were staring at him until he cleared his throat awkwardly. Snapping out of your haze you carried yourself up the stairs of the cabin, in search of the room that had your belongings.
Exhaustion seeped throughout your body, shoulders slouching as you had to nearly drag your feet with each and every step you took.
As your adrenaline wore off, every part of your body was sore. The cold air you endured didn’t help either, instead adding a stiffness to your already hurt body.
As much as you wanted to take a hot shower, your skin was far too cold. Stripping your body of the wet clothing was more relieving than you could have ever imagined. You changed into a pair of sweatpants before pulling a hoodie over your head.
The smell of vanilla and cedarwood filled your nostrils as you breathed in deeply. The scent was familiar and comforting, a sense of relief coming over you as you breathed in a few more times.
You got an unpleasant feeling as you looked down. It was Bucky’s hoodie, Bucky’s cologne.
You stood still in your spot for a moment, memories flooding your head.
You were here with him alone, all alone and yet he wanted nothing to do with you. The person who grounded you, the person whom you loved more than anyone else, wanted space from you.
You had no idea how that was going to be possible given the circumstances. Giving him space while only the two of you inhabited the space of this cabin felt impossible.
Since when did space feel this strangling.
Your daydream ends at the feeling of your stomach churning. The hollow noises coming from it posed as a friendly reminder you hadn’t eaten since last night.
As you opened the door to your room, you heard soft crackling noises coming from the level below. Walking down the stairs, you were pleased to see Bucky had started a fire.
You were thankful for the extra heat as well as the bit of calmness it brought to you. Turning into the kitchen you found Bucky standing at the sink. He was ringing out his shirt in the sink, your mouth fell open slightly watching the bloody water seep from it.
Your eyes averted to his shirtless upper body, his muscles tightening everything he squeezed the shirt. It was nothing you haven't seen before, but the longer you looked the more and more heat that rose to your face.
He’s perfect, you thought. His body looked as if it was sculpted by the most talented of artists. Every crevice, every vein, every muscle, perfectly placed on his body.
Bucky’s eyes averted in your direction. He hadn’t gotten to see you like this in what felt like a lifetime.
She’s beautiful, he thought. Wearing those damn sweatpants that were two sizes too big, along with a hoodie that was also too big. His hoodie. He always loved when you looked like this, comfortable and carefree.
As much as you were both hurting at the hands of each other, you missed one another more than either of you would ever show.
“Can I help you with something?” Bucky snapped, throwing the shirt into the sink.
As you flinched slightly, Bucky felt his heart shatter as if it was the most delicate piece of glass.
“No.” You whispered, walking past him. “You can’t.”
You opened a cupboard on the opposite side of him, rummaging through it attempting to find something to eat that sounded mildly appetizing.
As you pulled down a box of granola bars, you heard Bucky whine, loudly.
You tried to stop yourself from turning around. Your mind fighting itself on what to do. On one hand he wasn’t your problem anymore, on the other you cared for him deeply.
Biting your tongue you turned around to find him pressing an alcohol pad down on the area next to his collarbone.
He had a large open cut there, which you could only assume was from a piece of glass.
After everything he’d been through, one may think Bucky knew how to take care of wounds like this, but he didn’t.
Something about treating his own wounds seemed to make him queasy. He’d look away as he applied pressure to a wound, hands shaking as he attempted to apply ointment to any injury.
With a harsh exhale, he placed his hands flat on the counter. Without turning to you, he muttered “I’m sorry, could you-.” He exhaled again, “Could you help me?”
You placed your box of granola bars down slowly. Mentally preparing for what was about to happen.
As you stepped towards him you mumbled under your breath “Think this kinda violates the whole space thing.”
“What was that?” He asked, turning his head to you. You shook your head instead of responding.
You hopped onto the counter, sitting down so you were a bit more level to him. You looked at his cut, letting out a sigh now that you could see how bad it was.
Being this close to him made your breath catch in your throat in a way that you hated.
“It’s deep, but a bit of tissue adhesive should close it.” You suggested, looking at him for some kind of sign that you could touch him.
“Okay.” He spoke blankly, once again not looking at you.
As you cleaned out his wound, Bucky was making things more awkward than they needed to be. He kept moving his hands around in an uncoordinated pattern, not knowing where to rest them.
You tried your best to be patient with him even though he didn’t deserve it.
“Stop moving.” You said, attitude prominent in every syllable.
He mumbled a quick sorry before resting his hands on your thighs. The touch was ghost-like, nearly hovering above them but touching down every few moments. It sent a chill up your spine.
Taking a pair of tweezers, you picked small shards of glass from the cut, placing them on a wet napkin as you did.
You felt him staring. Something you hadn’t felt in far too long. It was like you were under a microscope as he picked away each layer of you, simply thinking you wouldn’t notice.
“I’m sorry for actin’ like that back there.” He said, speaking barely above a whisper. “I was jus’ angry the mission got fucked up.”
The scoff that left your mouth was laced with a breathy laugh. He was apologizing, for getting mad at you in the car as if he hadn’t been treating you like you meant nothing to him all week long.
“You’re joking, right?” You laughed sarcastically, continuing to take the glass out of his wound.
He didn’t respond for a few moments, trying to come up with the words to say. He knew what you meant, but he didn’t know how to approach the situation.
“Why would I be jokin’?” He snapped, his hand beginning to dig into the flesh of your thigh.
“God, Bucky.” You rolled your eyes, ignoring his question. He watched as you pushed your lips together, as if you were biting your tongue on the inside of your mouth.
“What the hell has gotten into you lately?” He retorted, pushing his chest into you slightly.
“What the hell has gotten into me lately? I should be the one asking you that.” You hissed, throwing the tweezers onto the counter beside you.
He was huge in comparison to you, you felt claustrophobic as his broad frame trapped you between him and the counter.
Before he could think of something to say, you snapped. The heaviness of your heart finally winning the game of tug of war it played with the strings around it.
“You ask me to hang out with you one day, then you disappear for two days and when you get back what do you do?”
Your voice has gone from a whisper to small whimpers that vary in volume. “You tell me you need space from me. Who the fuck does that, Bucky?”
You’re both staring at each other now, his blue orbs watching as your eyes begin to water. Your fists are balled up so tight you barely notice when you begin to lose feeling in both hands.
“You never act like this. Hell, we never act like this, all the fighting and avoiding each other.” You look up at the ceiling momentarily, sniffling once before looking back down at him.
“So can you please tell me what’s going on, Bucky.” You breathe, hands now shaking with anxiety.
Bucky hates how hurt you sound. Your voice shaking and breaking with every word.
“I didn’t ask you to hang out.” He starts, running a hand through his hair. “I asked you out, like on a date. Then I heard you talking to Nat about how things aren’t like that between us and..I panicked.”
Your face contorts in confusion. You stare at the man before you wide eyed.
“Y-You didn’t ask me on a date? You asked me to go with you.” You replied, placing your hands in your lap. “We do everything together, you asked me how you always ask me.”
Bucky’s mouth opens slightly as he takes a deep breath in before shaking his head. He didn’t realize that he never actually asked you. He didn’t think about it like that.
“I meant a date, Y/n.” Bucky repeated, “I thought that was clear.” He stepped away from you slightly, leaning on the counter across from the one you sat on.
Your heart was beating so loud it made your ears ring. Your throat was as dry as you swallowed thickly.
“No! It wasn’t, Bucky!” You pleaded, “How was I supposed to know you meant it like that?”
Bucky looks up at you with disbelief as he argues, “Then what were you talking to Nat about? What the fuck did you mean by things arent like that between us?”
You looked at the ground, swinging your legs slightly as you did.
“Did you even bother listening to the whole damn conversation?” You scoffed, shrugging your shoulders.
“Cause if you did, then you’d know I was upset cause you didn’t ask me on a date.”
He looked like a deer in headlights. His flesh hand had made its way to his chin, his thumb swiping across the skin repeatedly.
The sounds of the fire burning was the only thing you could hear. No words being exchanged between the two of you for several minutes.
A part of you was overjoyed by the fact that he meant to ask you on a date. Yet an even bigger part of you was hurt that he felt the need to ignore you for a week over something so stupid.
“You avoided me and made me that upset because you thought I didn’t wanna go on a date with you?” You said, voice just above a whisper.
Bucky glanced at you uncomfortably. His face had guilt written all over it as his regret began seeping through him. He realized quite quickly how badly he overreacted, how unfairly he treated you.
Your voice is shaky as you add, “What made you think that was a good idea?”
You placed your hands beside your body, flat on the cold surface. “I didn’t even think you liked me like that, Buck. That’s why I said that stuff to Nat.”
I love you. The thought was strong in his mind. The words were on the tip of his tongue but he was quick to swallow them back down.
“This is all such a fuckin’ mess.” Bucky sighed, his tongue pressed against his bottom teeth.
The puzzle pieces began to fit together, all sliding into place every time one of you spoke.
Bucky placed a hand on top of yours, tilting his head at you slightly.
“I’m so sorry, Y/n.” He began, his voice was soft as he ran his thumb against your own. “I shouldn’t have acted like a child, it was unfair to you. I was jus’ frustrated and confused nd’ I’m sorry.”
You wanted to be upset, but your heart couldn’t take it anymore. You were so tired of being upset with Bucky, you missed your best friend.
“Yeah, you know communication is a really lovely thing, hey?” You replied sarcastically, squinting your eyes at him.“Maybe I should take some space from you for an unjustifiable reason. See how you like it.”
He wore a big toothy grin as he nodded in agreement, “I probably deserve that.”
You shook your head at him as you grabbed some antibiotic ointment from the first aid kit. As you finished dressing his wound you explained your side of the story and he did the same.
After you finished, Bucky had insisted on making you a hot chocolate. It was the first part of his apology, as he put it. He had sent you off to the living room to warm up a bit more as you waited for him.
You had found a thick blanket folded on the couch and had taken it to wrap around your body as you sat on the ground.
You watched as the bright flames burnt through the wood slowly in the fireplace. The heat radiating off of it was like a warm hug, allowing your shoulders to really relax for the first time all day.
Bucky came and sat next to you a few minutes later, handing you a hot mug. You silently thanked him, holding the mug close to you.
It was quiet. Neither of you said a thing as you soaked up each other's company.
The tension from before had faded away, taking the awkwardness with it. You felt comforted having him close to you again, you felt safe.
You felt as Bucky moved the blanket so he could fit under it with you. Your shoulder pressed against his as he rested his leg against yours.
“Why’d you forgive me so easily?” He questions, his finger taps on his mug repeatedly.
“Because I probably would have done the same if I was in your position.” Your answer is simple and truthful.
“I find that hard to believe.” Bucky clears his throat, “I don’t think you’re that mean.”
“So.” You pause, laughing softly “You do think it was mean?”
“I never said it wasn’t.” He chuckles, “It was really messed up wasn’t it?” He looks at you with squinted eyes as he scratches the back of his neck.
You scrunch your nose as you nod your head, holding up your thumb and pointer finger in a ‘little bit’ motion.
“You know I’m really sorry, right?” Bucky’s hand squeezes your knee.
“Sometimes my mind gets cloudy and then I don’t know how to make it go away. Usually I go to you for some kinda guidance, but you were a part of it this time and it was really frustratin’.”
Placing your hand over his you squeezed it. You could see how upset he was, his voice low and shaky as he explained himself once again.
“You can always come to me.” Your voice is light and gentle, “Even if we're fighting, it’s always better to talk than to do..” You trail off, “Whatever all this was.”
There’s a sad smile on his face as his eyes rake over your features. The fire and the Christmas lights illuminate his face, glowing strokes of yellow and orange painted along his features.
“You know.” You hypothesize, “I’m having a difficult time wrapping my head around the idea that Bucky Barnes ignored me for a week over a date.”
You watch his tongue press against the inside of his cheek, his eyes looking down at his mug.
“It wasn’t about a date.” He uttered, “I was upset that you… didn’t feel the same about me.” He coughs awkwardly, his eyes only flickering to yours for a second.
“I didn’t think you felt that way about me.” You lie, knowing you had hoped he had some kind of feeling for you for months.
“C’mon now.” He hums, nudging you gently eliciting a small laugh from you. “You think I treat everyone the way I treat you?”
“You very well could.” You laugh, “Plus I had assumed you also hold Steve when he cries.”
You both began to laugh hard, that kind of laugh that made your stomach ache. Bucky leaned back a bit and watched you closely.
The way your smile reached both your eyes, the crinkles beside your eyes were prominent as you squeezed your eyes shut harshly.
As your laughing subsided slowly, you looked to see Bucky staring at you. His smile had faded a bit as he watched you.
“I love you, Y/n.” He said, causing you to smile back.
“I love you too, Buck.” You giggled, not thinking anything at the way his smile had completely fallen, being replaced with a serious look.
He sat up slowly, eyes scanning over your face for any sense of reaction.
“No, listen to me. Not jus’ my words, listen to how I'm sayin’ this.” He pleaded, voice dropping an octave.
“I love you, sweetheart.” He pauses for a moment, “I’m in love with you and I have been for a very long time.”
The smile dropped from your lips as you looked at him. You felt sick to your stomach but in the best way possible. Goosebumps arose on your skin as you took a sharp breath in.
As you thought about his words once more, you couldn’t stop the sob that gurgled through your chest. Your hands coming up to cup your face as you cried, hard.
Bucky’s heart stopped beating in that moment, regret and worry coursing through his veins as he watched you cry.
He moved his hand to rub your thigh gently, as he attempted to calm you, not exactly sure of what to do.
You lifted your head and looked at him, pulling yourself closer to him.
“I was gonna tell you when we went to the market.” You hiccuped, “I love you too, God, I’m so damn in love with you, James.”
A smile crept up on his face as he moved closer to you, connecting your lips in a long awaited kiss. It was tender and slow, he held your face in his hands with the lightest of touch.
It felt like time had stopped, perhaps this was all a dream that you had built up in your head. You didn’t know and you didn’t care, all you could think about was the way his lips felt against yours.
He tasted sweet like marshmallows and mint, there was a touch of saltiness on your tongue from the tears that had fallen down your cheeks.
Your hands played with the hair on the nape of his neck, moving so you straddled his lap, deepening the kiss as much as you possibly could.
He kept his flesh hand in its place, holding your cheek as his thumb softly caressed your skin. His vibranium hand moving to hold your lower back firmly.
You felt him pull back slightly, his forehead pressed against yours, lips ghosting on your own with each word he spoke.
“You love me.” It wasn’t a question that fell from his lips, rather a statement that he whispered in the hopes that it would sink in fully.
“I love you.” You whispered back, smiling widely.
He connected your lips again, this time it was more intense, as if kissing you was the thing that would save him.
You would have been overwhelmed by your emotions if it weren’t for your senses being filled by every part of Bucky.
Your heart was hammering in your chest as you felt his rough skin on yours. Your nose filled with the scent of his body, as your lips tasted nothing but him. You only had one thought on your mind.
You needed him.
Your hips began shifting on his involuntarily, trying to find some kind of friction. His hand moved up to your hip, gently guiding your subtle movements along.
Your hands reach the bottom of his shirt, tugging it towards you softly. Bucky just smiled as he pulled away from you.
He lifted the material off his body and you watched closely as he did. The way his muscles flexed at the movements alone was enough to make your stomach flutter.
His vibranium arm reflecting the light of the fire beautifully. As his dog tags hit his chest he placed his shirt up on the couch beside him.
“So handsome, Buck.” You murmured, thumb pulling on his bottom lip.
He placed his hand over yours, smiling as he took all of you in. He couldn’t believe what was happening.
You lifted his hoodie from your body, throwing it near his discarded shirt. Bucky smiled at the sight of you, eyes going back and forth from your exposed body to your face.
He held your face again as he mumbled, “So, so damn beautiful, sweetheart.”
You took his dog tags in your hand, pulling him in to lock your lips. Your hips rolled into his again, only more prominently this time.
A whine spilt from your mouth into his as you felt him growing hard under you, his bulge right where you needed it.
His flesh hand made its way to your breasts, holding and squeezing them. He took your left nipple in between his fingers, rolling the sensitive bud there, eliciting a deep whimper from you.
His fingers moved to your other breast, repeating the same motion this time pulling your nipple a bit harder. You felt the wet spot on your panties growing more and more as he played with your tender skin.
Your hips moved steadily now, finding some sort of rhythm as you held onto him tightly. Your breath had picked up rapidly, causing you to break the kiss slowly.
“Buck.” You moan breathlessly as he tilts your chin up, pressing warm kisses on your skin. Your body was growing more and more sensitive to his touch, the feeling of fire burning in the pit of your stomach.
“Need you.” You whined, pulling away from him as you shifted your body away from him so you could remove your pants.
Bucky quickly pulled his pants down, smiling to himself at the sound of your eagerness.
Bucky thought about how the two of you had sex before but it was never like this. He thought it was intimate before but now he knew nothing would compare to the feeling of this.
As you sat back down on his lap, Bucky’s flesh hand moved to your core. A sigh left his lips as his fingers made contact with your slick.
“So good for me, sweetheart.” He whispered onto your lips, goosebumps arising on your skin once more.
Bucky lifted your hips slightly, allowing himself to rub the tip of his cock through your folds. You whimpered at the contact, fingers pulling on his hair.
He lined himself up at your entrance, looking up at you for some kind of approval. You moved your head subtly, pressing his forehead to yours once more.
He helped you sink down on him, he held a vice grip on your waist, watching as your channel swallowed him slowly. You whined loudly once you were seated on him completely. Bucky filled you perfectly, your walls squeezing him tightly.
He gave you a second to adjust to him, running a hand through your hair he moaned, “Takin’ me so well.” He pressed a kiss to the middle of your neck, “Nd’ you feel s’ damn good, baby.”
Wrapping your arms around his neck, you rested on his chest as you began pushing your hips forward. He helped move your hips slowly, pulling them into his body at a steady rhythm.
“James.” You whimpered as his cock began hitting the sweet spongy spot deep inside you. “Please don’t stop.”
He cooed quietly, running his finger along your spine, “Not goin’ anywhere, baby. You’ve got me.”
Everything in this moment was incredibly intimate. The way you held onto each other like your life depended on it.
Bucky was so deep inside you that he was all you could feel. The soft praises and words being exchanged made your heart flutter and your body go weak on top of him.
Bucky pulled you back slightly to look at you, smiling as he saw the blissful look on your face. You smiled back at him, fighting to keep your eyes open as you clenched around him.
“I love you.” Bucky stated, a groan falling from his lips shortly after.
“I love you.” You replied breathlessly, you could feel your orgasm creeping up on you.
You felt it bubbling in your stomach, swallowing thickly as you attempted to push it out a little longer. His hand swept down to rub your clit in slow circles, and you knew you were done for.
“Needa cum, Bucky.” You whined, tugging his hair a bit harder.
“Let go for me, beautiful.” He grunted gently, “Make a mess on my cock, show me who it belongs to.”
With that, the coil building up within you snapped, washing over you deeply. Collapsing into his chest he worked himself up into you, helping you ride your high and allowing him to reach his.
As he spilled inside you, his arms wrapped around your middle. He moaned breathlessly, his seed coating your walls as his hips stopped moving.
You stayed like that for a few moments, heavy breathing and the crackling of the fire is all that could be heard.
You peeled yourself from his body, holding his head in your hands. Some of his hair stuck to his sweaty forehead and you pushed it out of his face.
“I missed you.” Your voice is barely above a whisper, “Never do that to me again.”
Bucky bites his lip and nods his head, “I missed you too, sweetheart.” He takes your hand in his, a smile forming on his lips as he says “How could I even think of doin’ that now?”
You giggle at his words, pressing a kiss to his cheek. He looks behind you out the window to see snow is still falling rapidly even as the orange rays of the sun begin setting.
“We're probably gonna be stuck here for a few days.” He says grabbing the blanket from beside you both and wrapping it around your shoulders, a big smile painted on his face.
“Well isn’t that convenient.” You giggle, placing your hands flat on his chest. “Hopefully we can find a way to keep busy.”
“Mm” He hums softly, “I wouldn’t worry about that, baby.” His hands move to rub your thighs. “Gonna spend however long we’re here showin’ my girl just how much I love her.”
You felt a subtle heat rise into your face, as your tongue presses against the inside of your bottom lip.
“I’m counting on that, Buck.” You giggle, pressing your lips to his once more.
This is where you both wanted to be, where you both needed to be. In each others arms were comfortable, you were safe - you were at home.
just something stuck in my head-
“Don’t you dare say I’m heavy,” you hiss between clenched teeth as you put one leg over Bucky’s shoulder and then another. You cursed quietly in your head as you rested a hand on top of his head.
Bucky was currently crouched to the ground, both of his hands touching the floor to keep balance as you got onto his broad shoulders, head bowed. You both were currently in the middle of a mission; it was supposed to be a simple recon but then Bucky had decided he wanted to plant some mics in the house.
So here you two were, on top of the building, climbing higher to come in from above.
“Are you alright?” Bucky murmured and you made a noise in return, exhaling the breath you held with a nod.
His warm hands found your thighs and your cheeks darkened red, happy he couldn’t see your face. “Here I go,” he warned standing full height.
When his fingers dug into your thighs, squeezing your thighs tighter around his head you stuttered out a, “wh-what’s wrong?” A little fear forming in your head that you were too heavy to be on the super soldiers' big shoulders.
Bucky grunted, shaking his head softly between your plush thighs. “The sensation,” he said and you felt your face get redder from his actions, “S’nice.”
“Bucky, were on a job,” you stumbled out, heart racing as your fingers curled in his hair. He kept your thighs squished to his face with a hum.
And then he sighed through his nose, getting you closer to the top window you needed to open to get in.
Oh Baby, Oh Baby || Bucky Barnes
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader
Word Count: 6.2k
Synopsis: As a new recruit, y/n isn’t allowed to go on all the missions yet. To make matters worse, they left behind another, someone that she had despised ever since she first stepped foot in the compound - James Buchanan Barnes.
Warnings: fluff, mentions of smut, enemies to lovers
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Hey, y’all! Thank you so much for all of the love you gave my first one-shot, Remember Me you guys are unbelievably kind. Here is a Bucky fic for y’all. I am open to writing pretty much any marvel character so send a request of a story you would wanna see :)
This couldn’t be happening. Why was this happening? Y/n knew she was ready. She needed to go on this mission with the rest of the Avengers, she didn’t care about what would become of her.
“I don’t get it, Steve, I’m ready!” Y/n exclaimed. She crossed her hands, making her way around the kitchen island to better yell at the Avenger.
“ Y/n, you’re still new,” Steve began. “You need to train more before-“
“I’ve been here for almost a year,” she pleaded with him. “I’m ready for this I need to go with you guys!”
“Listen up, Ripley,” said Tony, standing up from his place on the couch. Ripley was the name Tony gave her when she arrived at Avengers Compound because she mentioned once that she liked the movie Alien. It greatly upset her but she also knew that no amount of pleading would get him to stop. He walked over to her, hesitantly putting a hand on her shoulder.
“We understand you wanna get revenge on the people that wronged you but you can’t do that from a grave. Let us handle it right now and we promise next time you’ll come.”
“Tony, you said these people might actually know where he is I have to be there!”
“We just don’t want you to get hurt,” Natasha said, still sitting on the couch with her arms crossed.
“So instead you’re leaving me home alone in the compound for five days.”
“You won’t be alone,” said Steve. “Bucky is stay behind-“ Y/n scoffed before he could finish his sentence. “His deprogramming isn’t done yet it's not safe for him in the field.”
She shook her head. “This is why you guys didn’t tell me until the day you were leaving right? That you were gonna leave me alone in compound with him.”
“He’s my best friend, Y/n. He’s not the man Hydra made him out to be.”
“All right, enough chit-chat,” Tony interrupted. “We gotta get to the jet.”
Everyone stood up, waving goodbye to Y/n as they left the room, Steve staying behind for one more moment. “I thought I was your best friend,” she said quietly, crossing her arms.
Ever since arriving at the compound, Steve had been the one she was closest to. He helped her through her own nightmares, knowing what it was like to return to civilian life after such a long time.
“You are, Y/n. But Bucky has been with me since we were kids. When I found out he was alive…I couldn’t abandon him. But that doesn’t mean I can’t have two best friends right? I just wished you too would get along.”
Y/n looked down at her feet, unsure of what to say. Slowly, she lifted her head again. A figure caught her eye from behind Steve’s shoulder. He followed her eyes, turning to see the former hydra assassin standing in the doorway.
“Hey Buck, we were just leaving,” Steve said to him.
“All of you?” Bucky asked, leaning against the frame.
“ Y/n is staying behind. Don’t worry, we’ll only be gone for five days.” Steve walked towards him, patting him on the shoulder before leaving the two alone in the kitchen.
Silence filled the air, neither of them moving to be the first to speak. Bucky made his way into the kitchen, moving closer to her. Y/n didn’t know what he was doing as he stood only two feet away.
In a low growl, he said, “Move, Sunshine.”
She rolled her eyes stepping a foot out of the way. “Don’t call me Sunshine,” she said, watching as he walked over to the fridge and opened the door.
“I can call you whatever I want, Sunshine.”
He knew it pissed her off. From her first encounter with him, he had been this arrogant, stuck-up old man. She didn’t know what Rogers what talking about. All the happy stories he told her, the kindness he showed to him; Y/n didn’t believe that side of Bucky could exist.
“I would prefer if you called me by name. Or should I start calling you Old Sport?”
He closed the fridge and made direct eye contact with her. His brows scrunched and she knew that the name pissed him off. But as if the last second of frustration hadn’t happened, he look away, setting the pitcher of water on the table.
“Call me whatever you want Sunshine,” he said. “Just don’t walk around in those shorts anymore, too tiny.”
She looked down at the shorts she was wearing. They were very short, she had to give Bucky that, but she liked them that way. The way they clung to her body made her feel safe in a place that was still kind of foreign to her.
She sighed, not wanting to deal with his games anymore. Y/n walked out, back towards her room. This was going to be a long five days.
Just one more minute, that’s all she needed. One of the perks of living at Avengers compound was the unlimited amount of training equipment. As she finally hit the last mile of her run, Y/n got off the treadmill, ready to work on building up the muscle. As she turned, stepping off the machine, she saw Bucky in the doorway.
He gave her a smirk, “Morning Sunshine,” he said.
“Morning Old Sport,” she said with a fake smile back.
She watched as he walked over to the treadmill she had just gotten off of. He scoffed. “Just ten miles? I thought you could do more than that, Sunshine.”
“It was a warm-up if you must know. I bet I could run more than you.”
“I think you’re forgetting I’m a super-soldier.”
“I think you’re forgetting I am too.”
That shut him up. Bucky didn’t know much about Y/n's background, the only encounters he had with her more than likely ended in screaming matches. But what he did know was that somehow, at some point, she had gotten the serum as well. He stared back at her, unsure of what to say.
Y/n smirked. “That’s what I thought.”
She turned back towards the bench press, hearing the sound of the treadmill turning on behind her. Sharing the gym with him wasn’t the worst thing in the world, but she could certainly think of better things.
As she sat down on the bench, examining the weights before deciding to pick up a 300 pound one. Lifting it up like it was nothing, she took one last look at Bucky. He had started his run, moving at a steady pace without the hint of fatigue. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted Y/n looking at him, with a smirk, he quickened the pace, running faster and faster.
Y/n rolled her eyes. Of course, he was trying to show off. Well, two could play at that game. She put down the 300-pound weight, opting to go for the 800 one instead. She laid down on the bench and began to push. Almost effortlessly, she moved the weights up and down. Rep after rep she moved, not a hint of exhaustion on her face.
She could feel a pair of eyes on her from across the room. Bucky looked over again, scoffing before turning up the speed on the treadmill again, going into a full sprint. Panting, he swayed his arms in long motions, gaining more momentum. Y/n sat up again at the sound of heavier footsteps. She had to top him, she didn’t know why it was so important to her that she did but now it was her mission.
Furrowing her eyebrows, she dropped the weights, moving to grab the 15000-pound ones. Laying back down, she pressed with all her might. Slowly, the weights moved up and down. She grunted as she pushed on them, it had been a while since she bench pressed and that time off was really getting to her.
Panting, she pushed the weights back up, holding them above her. She peeled her eyes away from the weights to look at Bucky who was still running, now at almost full speed. It was only a second, but that was enough to make her lose her balance. The weight came crashing down on Y/n's chest, sending pain throughout her torso.
“Argh!” she yelled out.
She tried to push the weight off her chest but it was no use. She pushed and pushed and pushed before suddenly gasping for air. The pressure on her chest lifted as she took in a deep breath.
Y/n tried to sit up before feeling a warm hand on her back help her. When she looked up, a very concerned Bucky stood before her.
“Hey,” Bucky said cautiously, a hand still pressed to her back. “Are you okay?”
Y/n took in another breath and nodded. “Thanks,” she mustered out.
He took a step back, panting as well. When she looked up at him, she could see the fear that was slowly washing away. Why did he look so concerned? He had hated her since the moment he arrived at the compound, the day that Steve came back with his best friend from the 1940s.
“Wow, you genuinely care for me Barnes,” Y/n said sarcastically.
Bucky straightened his posture, his brooding face back in position. “I don’t,” he insisted. “Just didn’t want anyone to think I’m the reason you died.”
“Is that right?”
“Yeah, it is. So next time don’t go around lifting weights that you can’t handle.”
“I can handle 1500 pounds, Old Sport. I just didn’t warm up beforehand.”
Bucky rolled his eyes, still breathing heavily. “Sure, Sunshine.” He began to walk away back towards the treadmill.
She didn’t want to end the conversation there, not with him in the lead. “And what about you? Can’t handle how fast you were running?”
He turned back to face her, his hands on his hips. From Y/n's perspective, he looked genuinely pissed off. His t-shirt stuck to his body from his workout, his still slightly long hair pulled into a man bun. Looking her up and down, he didn’t bother to say a word, just turned back towards the treadmill.
She crossed her arms, not sure of what to do. “Well, thanks I guess,” Y/n said, walking out of the room.
She didn’t stop to wait for an answer, but as she passed through the door frame, she swore she could hear him faintly say, anytime.
The one plus side to having everyone gone is that Y/n could finally watch what she wanted in the theater room. That’s right, a theater room in the compound. When she first arrived at the compound, she spent a lot of time in there, rewatching old movies from her childhood, movies that she missed during her time away. Being a super-soldier was rewarding at times but she would never wish what she went through upon anyone else.
One of the movies that Wanda told her to watch, one that she swore she would love was 10 Things I Hate About You. Wanda was right. She was only about 20 minutes into the movie but boy was it good. Y/n had to admit that this Heath Ledger guy wasn’t all that bad looking either.
As Kat and Bianca argued about their dating lives, there was a sudden light projected on the screen. Y/n turned her head to see a silhouette in the doorway and there were only two options of what it could be. One, the Avengers returned early from their mission or two, it was her not so friendly super-soldier buddy; she knew it was probably the latter.
Bucky came walking down one of the isles sporting a white shirt and a flannel; he looked normal for once. With his hands in his jean pockets, he awkwardly approached her, Y/n paused the movie. “I didn’t know you were in here I was going to watch a movie.”
She raised her shoulders. “Well here I am,” she said.
“I’ll just leave then-“
“Wait!” She said suddenly. Bucky turned back in surprise at her call out to him and to be honest, it surprised her too. “Y-you could watch this with me if you want. I don’t know how much you’ll enjoy it but you’re welcome to stay.”
She watched his eyes as he tried to figure out what he was going to do. It was an absurd proposition, since the moment he arrived he had a distaste for her. She could still remember it like it was yesterday. It was six months after she arrived, finally having time to warm up to the rest of the team.
Before moving into the compound, Steve was the only one she knew. He was the one that found her, who hid out in an abandoned mall with her for two weeks while they waited for his colleagues to arrive. He had become her best friend over those six months, practically inseparable.
Steve had come back from a week-long mission, his long-lost best friend at his side. Hydra was finally gone, and Bucky was no longer the Winter Soldier. He had his first real meal with them that night, watching intensely as Steve and Y/n bickered and laughed with one another.
But after that night, Steve hung out with her less, Bucky always staying away from her unless they had to deal with Avengers business. Every time he entered a room he groaned like he was disgusted by her presence. After long enough she started to hate when he entered a room as well.
But now they were the only ones in the compound. Maybe it was the loneliness kicking in, or maybe he was starting to warm up to the idea that she was a decent person, but something in him responded in a way he never thought he would.
“Okay,” he said softly.
Y/n raised an eyebrow. “Okay?” He nodded again, taking a seat on the opposite end of the row she was seated in. She rolled her eyes, patting a seat closer to her. “Come on, Old Sport. I don’t bite.”
Hesitantly, he stood up again, walking slowly towards her before settling in the seat next to her. They shifted, in their seats not used to being this close to each other. This was awkward. Really awkward. Why did she think this was a good idea. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she felt she owed it to him to make an effort, especially after he helped her in the gym yesterday.
Y/n felt his eyes glancing at her, not brave enough to say anything. Wanting it to be over, she pressed play on the movie. The next scene came by Kat walking out of the store to find Patrick leaning against her car. As they watched the scene, their dynamic seemed very similar.
You’re not afraid of me, are you? Patrick said, sliding closer to Kat.
Why would I be afraid of you? she asked back.
Most people are.
Well, I’m not.
Bucky looked towards Y/n who was staring at the screen, her knees scrunched into her chest. She studied her figure for a minute, so petite yet he knew how powerful her punch could be.
Well maybe you’re not afraid of me, Patrick continued. But I’m sure you’ve thought about me naked huh?
Bucky turned back to the screen to see Kat furrow her brows. Am I that transparent? She said sarcastically. I want you, I need you! Oh baby, oh baby.
Y/n chuckled next to him, making him turn back to look at her. She noticed his stare, instantly quieting down. “Sorry,” she said. “That was a good comeback.”
“It was,” he agreed. “Sounded like something you would day.”
“In your dreams, Barnes.”
The rest of the movie was a little more bearable. The conversation was small and almost nonexistent but it felt like they had broken the ice. Something that they should have done a long time ago. Over the course of the movie, Y/n found herself moving closer to him. Not cuddling-close, but she let less afraid to lean into the arm rest that separated their chairs. She felt that he had realized as well; his breathing became more steady as leaned his head back against the chair.
As the movie came to a close, they both stared absent-mindedly at the credits rolling. She didn’t know what to say, what to do - it felt weird now to be all cold and distant after this. Before she could figure out anything to do, Bucky stood up abruptly. Her eyes followed him as he turned to face her.
“Well, thanks I guess,” he said, also unsure of what to say.
“I’m surprised you enjoyed it,” she said with a smirk.
“Did too. I saw you try to hide your smile when Patrick gave her that guitar and then end.”
Bucky tried to contain an awkward laugh. He crossed his arms, looking anywhere in the room but at her. “Good night,” he said, walking out of the room.
“Night,” she said back.
What just happened? She thought to herself. Since when could he tolerate her?
Before tonight, she thought it was painful for him to be even in the same room as her. She was surprised by how easy it felt to watch the movie with him. How even though at first it was a little awkward, they fell into an almost comfortable silence.
Maybe he wasn’t so bad after all…
Man, what Y/n hungry. She had slept in late that day, wanting to just be alone before deciding to go for a jog outside. By the time she got back, it was already dark. The halls were barely visible, the only source of light coming from the kitchen.
Curious, she made her way into the room. The sight she saw was one she never thought she would see. Super-soldier Bucky Barnes was cooking - in an apron. She couldn’t help but snort.
Bucky turned around suddenly, spatula still in hand. “Hey,” he said, still slightly startled.
“Is old man Barnes trying to become the next Gordon Ramsey?” she mocked him.
He tilted his head in confusion. “Who?”
“Never mind,” she said, walking over and sitting on the island stool. “I didn’t know you could cook.”
Turning back to the pan, he shrugged. “Why would you?”
“Good point. You were too busy brooding when I met you to let anyone know anything about you.”
He ignored her comment. She didn’t know why but he tried changing the subject. “Back from a run?” She nodded. “Would you wanna join me for dinner? We are the only ones here.”
Y/n raised an eyebrow. “You want me to join you for dinner? What happened to your whole I’m never coming out of my room while you're around, thing you had going on?”
“I think we passed that point when you made me watch a chick flick with you.”
“I did not force you to watch that with me!”
“What was I supposed to say no?”
“Yes! You could have said no!”
Bucky sighed, not wanting to deal with the conversation once more. “Why don’t you go shower and I’ll finish up dinner, Sunshine.”
Y/n was shocked. Why was he being so calm about this? It was like the last six months of bickering and arguing never happened. “Sure,” she responded calmly before walking out of the room to get ready.
When she came back, the table was already set. Bucky was sitting at the table waiting for her, having changed too into something nicer than gym shorts and a shirt. He looked up, making eye contact with her.
Trying to hide a smile on his lips, he stood up pushing open the other chair for her. She sat down in the offered chair, him pushing it in before returning back to his own seat.
“I never knew you could be such a gentleman,” she commented. He chuckled softly making his way back over to his side of the table.
“I wasn’t raised by animals, Y/n,” he said.
“But you were raised in the early 1900s right? Are you gonna tell chivalry isn’t dead and call me doll?”
“No, I think Sunshine fits you better.”
Her cheeks started to turn red. Why did he have this effect on her? They barely knew each other.
“I still don’t know why you have the super serum or anything about you for that matter,” he said, taking a bite of the chicken piccata on his plate.
“Steve didn’t tell you?”
“I never asked.”
“Well,” she started, cutting into her chicken. “There was a Hydra scientist, Arnim Zola, who helped create the super-soldier serum-“
“I’m aware who Zola is,” Bucky cut her off, knowing that name all too well.
“Did you know he had a son?” He sat back in his chair, eyes wide. No, he didn’t know that. “Ian was only a baby when all that stuff happened to you and Steve. But when he got older, he wanted to continue his father’s legacy. I was friends with him, but, he was using a different last name. We were studying biochemistry together at ESU and I offered to be his test subject - what he didn’t tell me was that he was trying to replicate the super-soldier serum.”
Bucky crossed his arms, listening intently. He didn’t know Zola had a son, how could he? Y/n didn’t look a day older than 28 so that begged the question - how long had she been 28?
“Y/n, what year were you born?” he asked, not being able to resist.
“1945,” she answered. “During the testing, I went into apocalyptic shock. Ian told me that he was going to put me in a cryogenic freezer to prevent the reaction from spreading through my body. I guess at some point while I was in there SHEILD discovered what he was doing and went after him. All I know is that when I woke up, I was a super-soldier and it was 2012.”
“Jesus,” Bucky said.
“Yeah, I know…”
Bucky didn’t know anything about this and he knew Steve cared too much about her to talk about her past without her knowing. He wished that he knew this when he arrived at the compound instead of giving her the cold shoulder. Maybe they would have gotten along instead of forming a mutual hatred for one another.
“Enough about my brooding past,” Y/n said, leaning forward and placing her arms on the table. “Why don’t you tell me when you started liking rom coms.”
Bucky laughed at that, launching into a whole speech about how he wasn’t a fan of cheesy romance movies. The night continued on, both of them making playful banter as they finished their meals. He noticed the way her face lit up when she talked about the stuff she liked, how her nose scrunched when she laughed too hard; he liked noticing the little things.
Y/n didn’t know that he could be this nice. She could tell that event though he had gone through a lot, that suave demeanor from the 40s was still in him. As the meal came to an end, he reached over and grabbed her empty plate before walking over to the sink.
“Here,” she began picking up the glasses. “Let me help you clean up.”
“Oh you don’t have to do that-“ he protested but she did listen.
“No, it’s the least that I can do, to thank you for dinner.”
He watched as she brought the rest of the dirty dinnerware over to the sink. They stood with their shoulders touching, washing the dishes in comfortable silence.
“Okay can I ask you a more personal question?” she asked abruptly.
He turned to look at her for a moment before returning to washing. “I don’t see why not.”
“Why do you hate me?”
Bucky was taken aback by her question, setting down the plate in the sink. “I don’t hate you.”
“Maybe not now but when I arrived you most certainly did. I remember that dinner so clearly, you stared me down the entire night.”
“I-“ Bucky tried to find the words to describe how that night was for him. “That night, you sat and talked to Steve the entire time.”
Y/n furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. “So? He’s one of my best friends.”
“He was my only friend.” She looked up at him, he was trying to focus on washing the dishes. It was clear he didn’t talk about this much with other people. “He was the only one I knew in a foreign place of people who used to want me dead. I guess it felt like I was losing the only person I cared about.”
“Bucky I’m so sorry-“
“It’s not your fault,” he cut her off. “My life was changing so fast I guess I was just trying to hold on to the one thing that had stayed the same. I realized now that I had no right to be jealous.”
“You would stare at me like your eyes were made out of daggers, I didn’t want to enter the same room as you after that.”
“I thought you were afraid of me,” he said softly.
She turned his head, trying to make eye contact with him. “I never was. Why would I be?”
“Most people are.”
“Well I’m not,” she said blatantly trying to reassure him that the past was in the past, that she didn’t care how things were, but how they were now. She saw a smile creep on the corner of his lips. What could be so funny at this moment? “What?” she asked him confused.
“Well maybe you’re not afraid of me,” Bucky started, “But I’m sure you’ve thought about me naked huh?”
Y/n burst out a laugh. Of course, he would make that reference right now. She rolled her eyes as she looked back up at him, knowing exactly what she was going to say.
“Am I that transparent? I want you! I need you! Oh baby, oh baby.”
She couldn’t stop chuckling as she watch the smile take over his face and before she could register what was happening, his lips her on hers. Y/n stumbled back slightly, dropping a sponge into the sink.
His strong arms took hold of her shoulders and she tried to balance, still not processing what was happening. But as soon as the kiss began, it was over. She opened her eyes, looking directly into his. Her mouth was still partly open, wanting to say something to ease the anxious look she saw on his face.
All she could muster saying was “I-“
But Bucky quickly interrupted. “I’m sorry,” he said before quickly walking out of the room without a second thought.
Y/n stumbled forward slightly wanting to go after him, wanting to talk about what had just happened. But then her legs went still, her movement stopped and she was alone in the dim light of the kitchen, left to think about what had just happened and how everything was going to change.
Y/n hadn’t seen Bucky all day. She went to the gym, he wasn’t there. The kitchen, the theater room - he was nowhere to be found. She needed to talk to him after last night barely getting any sleep as she stared up at her ceiling trying to piece together what had happened.
Out of all ways, these five days were going to go, the last thing she expected was it to end with her kissing Bucky Barnes. It all went down so fast she barely had time to think of it. She could still feel the warm touch of his lips on hers, lingering from the night before. It was like anything she had ever felt before, not that she had much experience over the years.
And she liked it. She surprised herself with that one, she liked kissing Buck Barnes. Y/n always thought he was good looking and with the stories, Steve had told her he was a nice guy and she was happy that she was now starting to see that.
She needed to find him, needed him to know that he shouldn’t be sorry for kissing her, that she wanted to kiss him back. The last place that she hadn’t checked was his own room. Hesitantly, she knocked on the door.
No answers. She knocked again.
“Bucky, it’s me. Can you open up?” she asked. There was shuffling behind the door but no response. She knew he was in there and was going to talk to him no matter what. She wasn’t going to kiss him and then leave this unresolved tension for when everyone gets back that day. “fuck it,” she whispered to herself.
She opened the door anyway, surprised to find it unlocked. Entering the room she immediately found Bucky still in bed. Of course, he sleeps shirtless, she thought herself as she walked closer to him.
“Bucky you can’t stay in bed all day,” she told him, making him groan, not wanting to deal with her.
He sat up against his headboard, still not making eye contact with her as he stared at his sheets. It was clear that he thought last night was a mistake. It was probably just a heat of the moment thing for him and he felt like he ruined their new friendship. Y/n decided to make a decision.
“Listen, Bucky we don’t have to talk about last night okay? I just need someone to talk to. Meet me in the theater room? 15-minutes?” She watched as he nodded his head, still not looking up at her. “Okay,” she continued. “Get dressed I’ll see you soon.”
Almost exactly 15 minutes later Bucky walked into the theater room - she couldn’t help a small smile from forming. He approached her, hands tucked into his jeans as she stood awkwardly. Looking towards the screen, he saw that she had already picked a movie, having it ready for when he came in.
“What chick flick do you have this time?” He said, completely wanting to ignore everything that happened in the last 24 hours.
“The Proposal,” Y/n said. “Another recommendation from Wanda.”
Bucky nodded, taking a seat, leaving one chair in between them. Y/n rolled her eyes at his awkwardness, getting up and moving over next to him. There was a shift in the air as she pressed play, letting Sandra Bullock taken the screen.
The movie went on, neither of them talking as they stared intently at the screen. As Margaret and Andrew crawled into bed together, trying to keep their fake relationship a secret, Bucky felt a weight on his shoulder. He looked over to see Y/n laying her head on his shoulder, laughing along with the funny scene playing on in front of them.
He tried to focus on the movie but with her head on his shoulder, it was becoming hard to focus on anything else. Turning his head slightly he caught a whiff of her shampoo. Lavender, he thought to himself. God, she smells so good. Why did I have to go and kiss her?
Y/n shuffled again next to him, leaning in to his side more. She could feel his bicep through his arm, the one that wasn’t metal and yet it still was extremely defined. His gaze caught her eye, as she turned her head to stare at him.
They locked eyes, looking at each other with intent. She watched as his eyes flickered between her and her lips. His arm tensed beneath her as she leaned closer and closer. Maybe he didn’t want to forget the kiss after all.
Finally she decided to give in. “Fuck it,” she said.
Y/n crashed her lips on to his without a second thought. His arm immediately wrapped around her, inviting the kiss like he had been waiting for it since the moment he stepped in the room. Moving up, she crawled over the arm rest and on to his lap, the movie king forgotten in the background.
Out of breath, Bucky asked, “Thought you said you wanted to forget the kiss?”
She pulled him back into the kiss. Her hands tangled through his hair as she moved her lips to get a better angle, a deeper angle. He opened his mouth more, letting their touched dance as he gripped her waist harder. He tried to pull her down more, to make them getting closer though it was not physically possible.
Suddenly, there was a booming noise, a burst of light flooded the room. Y/n buried her eyes into the crook of Bucky’s neck before looking up. Steve stood in the doorway, still all beaten up and dirty from the mission. His eyes widened at the scene before him.
“Steve!” She exclaimed. She felt Bucky’s hands grasp her waist and throw to the chair next him. “Y-You’re back!”
“Yeah,” Steve said, staying still in the door.
She fixed her hair, looking back to see Bucky adjusting his shirt. She needed to get out of here, fast. Quickly, she made her way up the alley towards Steve, shuffling past him in the doorway. “Good to see you, Steve,” she said before rushing off to her room.
Her heart was racing. It had only been an hour since Steve walked in on them but it was the only thing that was playing through her mind. Pacing back and forth in her room, she tried to remember the feeling that he had kissing Bucky. His lips on hers, his hands on his waist… it was quickly interrupted but a knock on the door.
“It’s me,” said a voice softly, a voice she had come to know very well over the pass five days.
She opened the door to see a disheveled Bucky walk into her room immediately. She closed the door behind him, turning to see him running his fingers through his hair.
“Hi,” he said.
“Hi,” she said back, not knowing where this conversation would lead. “I’m sorry for running out back there… I just needed to get out I can’t explain it.”
“It’s okay, I get it…” he reassured her. “Steve hounded me with questions when you left.”
“Oh no, what did he say?”
“Just asking how long this has been going on, are we together-“ Y/n bursted out into a laugh, causing Bucky to stop embarrassed. “What’s so funny?”
“Huh?” She asked, starting to regain her composure as she realized what it looked like. “Oh no! I just can’t imagine Steve giving the what are your intentions talk, especially when we don’t know what we are.”
“Oh… I guess that’s funny.”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to laugh it just came out,” she apologized, crossing her arms against her chest.
“It’s okay, really.” He moved closer to her, reaching out to touch her arm. “Though while we’re on the apologizing chain I guess I should say that I’m sorry for being a total duck when I arrived at the compound.”
“No, I get it I just wished we had gotten closer before.”
She looked up at him, only a few inches from her face. A smiled tugged at his lips as he held her in his arms. “We’ll, I’m glad I know you now, even if you did hate me back then.”
She smiled back, knowing both of them wouldn’t be able to resist for much longer. “I could never hate you.”
At that, he closed the gap between them, bringing a hand up behind her neck. They mouths intertwined, making Y/n gasp as he moved his kisses down to her neck. She stumbled backwards with him until they hit the bed, falling backwards until he was laying on top of her.
Urgently she reached for the hem of his shirt. Realizing what she was doing, he broke away from her neck to remove his shirt. Y/n dragged her fingers along his stomach, up to his metal arm. She traced over the part where the metal met his skin, Bucky reaching her her shirt.
“So beautiful,” he growled, helping her bring her shirt over her ahead.
Once it was discarded, he attacked back at her neck again. Y/n felt her back arch at the sensation, gripping his back with all her might.
“Let me know if you need to stop okay?” He asked.
Y/n nodded, bringing his mouth back up to meet hers. As their mouths danced, she reached her hands down, trying undo his buckle. Bucky looked downs at what she was doing and, helping her take of his belt and jeans.
She leaned back on her shoulders watching him undress. Bucky smirked. “I bet you’ve thought about me naked huh?”
Y/n smiled as he crawled back on top of her. “Am I that transparent?” She asked, not a hint of sarcasm in her voice. “I want you! I need you! Oh baby, Oh baby!”