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whitexwolfxx310 · 8 months

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Hi. Request. A bucky or sebastian x fem reader. Soft wedding smut. Fluff. NO daddy or mommy kinks, for the love of God. NO! Thank you

Yes!!! I have been so excited to write something like this! I couldn't help but dive right into it! I hope you enjoy ♥️

||You're My Home||

Pairing: Bucky x female reader

Summary: Your wedding night!

Warnings: Spicy content! 18+ only! Oral sex F receiving, unprotected penetration, praise kink, FLUFFFFFFF!

Word Count: 2.5k

A/N: This isn't a part of the BBWWS, but let me know what you think!

Spending the last year planning the intricate details of a wedding had you completely drained. Centerpieces, invitations, flowers… it sounds fun in theory, but was utterly exhausting.

Bucky did everything he could to be by your side every step of the way. Even the late nights when he came home from a mission to find you crying in the middle of the floor- that was littered with glue, glitter, ribbons, and card stock that was going to somehow come together to make the seating chart you had imagined in your head. He had this magic about him that would take the stress away, reminding you that the very core of all of this was your love for one another. He’d offer to help, and seeing him in all black leather covered with glitter was a sight to behold. You teased your fiancé, saying he should pitch that idea as a new uniform.

You held onto those little moments to help push you through the craziness of wedding planning. After all, the endgame was becoming Mrs. Barnes. And even though the big day got closer and closer, you never got over the sight of Bucky’s mothers ring on your finger.

But it all came together on a beautiful fall evening as you each stood at the end of a plush grass isle. That had been his one and only request- to be married outdoors in a wide open space. Bucky didn’t look when you first appeared, he was afraid. It wasn’t until the music played and Steve gave him a reassuring grip on his shoulder, did he brave a look.

He didn’t smile at first. His eyes took in every small detail; The bold white sheath dress that hugged your curves, the plunging sweetheart neckline that accented your breasts, the floral patterned lace that disappeared the further it fluttered down the dress. No, he didn’t smile. Not yet. Instead his teeth clenched and his lips slightly twitched as you started to walk towards him. Bucky’s ocean blue eyes now had a watery sheen to them, conveying just one simple word: ‘mine’.

When you were only just a few feet away from the sunflower and marigold decorated alter, he stepped forward to meet you. To hold your hand in his as you both take your last steps as each others fiancé. Standing face to face in front of a large group of people that suddenly seemed to disappear, you could only focus on the man in front of you. His pearly white teeth that gleamed as he now smiled, his eyes as bright as you’ve ever seen them, his infamous nose scrunch in excitement that made you fall in love with him in the first place, and that tanned, God-like skin that practically glowed under his all black suit. Every feature was enhanced from the too perfect watercolor sun as it started to set during your vows.

The minister hadn’t even finished the conclusion of the ceremony by saying ‘you may now kiss the bride’ before Bucky gently cupped both sides of your face and gave you the sweetest, heartfelt kiss. The beaming smiles on both of your faces almost made it impossible to press your lips together. Cheers and clapping erupted from the crowd, causing him to take you into his arms, dipping you down low as he maintained the kiss for show.

The evening was full of clinking utensils against glasses, music that had everyone dancing (even Bucky), and the ever so slightly guilty conscience you had from wasting such an amazing tasting cake by smushing it into his face. It went by so fast that it was practically a blur, and over far too soon.

Everyone sent you off in the picture perfect way; people lined up on both sides of the main entrance and held sparklers that just felt as though they were illuminating the newly married glow coming off of you both.

Driving back to the rented cabin for your wedding night was painfully slow. Bucky’s hand rested on your thigh as he drove, giving the occasional squeeze when his thumb wasn’t grazing against the soft white fabric.

Pulling into the drive, you can feel that the night has cooled. He quickly turns off the car and slightly fumbles as he runs around to open the car door for you. Holding out his hand, you take it into yours and allow him to help you out. After all, wedding dresses aren’t well known for their ability to move with you. Bucky picks you up, now holding you in traditional bridal style to bring you through the threshold. He kicks the door lightly, opening it and walking through, making you giggle as you held onto him.

“Thank you, husband.” You enunciate. He smirks, gently placing you back into your feet.

“You’re welcome, wife.” He reiterates the title also. You both laugh.

His eyes find yours, portraying the same look of adoration he has given you through the entire day, making you feel like the happiest and luckiest woman in the world. Your smile mirrored his own- but one side of your lip tugged into a smirk as you slowly started stepping backwards towards the bedroom. The faint clicking of your heels against the floor being your silent invitation.

Those sky blue eyes set ablaze, and without hesitation, he pulled at his black tie, shimmying the knot down until it was undone and fell to the floor. Bucky’s midnight black tuxedo jacket followed suit, starting to leave a trail of his clothes as he followed you into the bedroom.

He places his hands on each side of your waist and encourages you to turn around. Now with your back to him, he steps in close- the front of his body now pressing into yours. As you expose your neck, Bucky's lips kiss your collarbone, almost making you visibly shiver under his touch. He inhales deeply, as if somehow your scent has changed now that you're officially his. His lips leave small, butterfly soft kisses that trace up to your ear. Instinctively, warm fingertips trace along the lace seam on your lower back.

"You looked... so beautiful today," he breathed, as his fingers clasped the tiny zipper. "But, I would be lying if I said that I haven't been thinking about getting you out of this dress, all day." Your hips impulsively press back against his at the words. The fabric became less taut the more he pulled the zipper down.

That familiar combination of his warm and cool touch started to line your curves. Turning in Bucky's arms to face him, the dress pooled around your feet on the floor. After helping you out of the mesh layers, Bucky drops to his knees in front of you as he admires your new revealed outfit- a strapless, shortened, white flower patterned corset with a matching lace thong and garter belt to hold up thigh high stockings. Placing a firm kiss on your stomach, his head tilts up so he can look at you through hooded eyes- his lower lip still tugged down against your belly slightly.

"God, you're gorgeous. Just...perfect. And mine." The last word changed his tone from admiration to instant primal. He was back on his feet, hands already starting to roam your body. In return, you grip the collar of his dress shirt, pulling his face down closer to yours. Even in heels, you're significantly shorter than him.

"I love you, Bucky. You're everything I've ever wanted, needed, and more." You say, in a small voice- your lips so close to his that they just barely touched with each word you spoke. Not even waiting for a response, you purse your lips to his as you start to fumble with the buttons of his dress shirt.

His warm tongue skims against yours- and now you're even more impatient that his naked body isn't already on top of yours. Taking a fist full of the shirt from both sides, you pull as hard as you could- buttons flying, leaving his chest bare. Bucky's lips didn't leave yours as you pushed the shirt down his arms, letting it drop to the floor.

Stepping forward, he supports your body- laying you down on the bed. His hips press firmly between your legs, and even through his dress pants you could feel that he wanted you just as badly as you wanted him; Causing the recognizable throbbing in your lower core to make it's first appearance. His palm presses flat against your upper chest, feeling your heart as it starts to beat faster, for him.

Using his palm as guidance, his lips now trail behind his hand as it coasts lower on your body. Your sternum, beneath your ribs, your belly button, and just above your underwear. While his lips left creamy, soft kisses- the small amount of stubble on his chin tickles, causes you to wriggle slightly under his touch. You exhale all of the air out of your lungs as he plants one faint kiss on top of the thin fabric between your legs. The warmth from his breath has your body completely in his control; your back arching off the bed, aching for more of his touch.

Moving the fabric to the side, he gives one more exposed, tongue filled kiss- causing your breath to hitch. You force yourself to look down, taking the upmost gratification of seeing this man's, your man's, face between your thighs. Bucky ran his warm pointer finger through your folds, grinning with approval of how wet you already are. His ribbed tongue swirls as he licks and sucks smoothly- your hips grind softly, working with his motions.

At first your moans are sigh like and gradually turn into small whimpers. It's a small game Bucky likes to play- teasing and edging almost to the point it will drive you insane. But the orgasms that snowball through you over and over again make it so worth it. He glides over that one sweet spot that makes your entire body tense.

"Don't stop," You sigh, struggling to maintain breathing as your nails start grabbing into his full head of hair. He gives a small 'Mmm' in response, the hum from his throat practically echoing in your rib cage.

Keeping the gradual brushing of his tongue, your entire body starts to come off of the bed. Your toes point downward as you fail in remembering how to breathe- Bucky's arms tense around your thighs as you start to wriggle, holding you in place as you ride through the wave of pent up tension.

A combination of his name delicately wrapped in moans escape your mouth. Even after what seems like relentless energy waves rolling through your body, his tongue doesn't stop- but instead becomes softer and silky, twirling so gently around your extremely sensitive and swollen clit. Only once does your body shudder at each pass of his tongue does he stop.

The coolness of the air replaces where his mouth was as he kneels on the bed. Bucky pulls on his belt buckle, the metal rattling as it comes undone and gets thrown onto the floor. At some point, your thong had been ripped off. Being the skilled lover that he is, his pants are already being tugged off as he moves to hover over you. His sweet- yet salty, lips are on yours; his tongue massaging your own as you both taste yourself through the kiss.

Reaching down between your legs, you grasp and start to stroke him slowly. He breathes into the kiss at your touch and as you adjust your body underneath him. You guide the tip of him to your entrance, rubbing it maliciously slow up and down your folds to lubricate him, with you. The most delicious sound reverberates in his throat as his hips gently press forward, his silent plead. Not being able to resist much longer yourself, you start to guide him inside of you.

A unanimous moan is breathed out between the two of you as he presses in. In an attempt to make himself slick, Bucky pushes in, and then pulls out- repeating this movement until the majority of his length is inside of you. You're so tight that he can't fit in all the way just yet.

His hips rock gingerly against your own, starting off gradually as your internal walls expand to adjust around his intimidating size. The abdominal throbbing didn't stay dormant for long once Bucky found his rhythm. He breaks the kiss, pressing his forehead into your own. His breathing becomes heavier as your whimpers morph into moans- moans transform into broken 'oh's'.

This being your second orgasm makes it more intense; and Bucky knows well enough to keep his pace. Changing anything in the moment could cause him to start over again. Not that he would mind.

"Just like that," he breathes, and gently strokes your cheek. And you start to crumble all over again at the smoothness of his words. Your nails dig into his slick and muscled back for stability- your stomach re-living that rollercoaster drop feeling. The sounds coming from you are becoming shaky and high pitched. Bucky presses his lips back into yours, swallowing your sharp whines of pleasure.

He doesn't allow you time to come back down from this high; instead he repositions you both. Bucky is now slightly leaned back on his knees with you straddled on top of him, nice and close.

"One more?" He asks with a smug smile, already taking on the challenge regardless.

Your throat is so dry, your vision still semi blurred- and yet, how can I say no?

His hands grip onto your hips- your bodies forming a V. No movement involved, you can feel the incline of him in this position- with every tiny motion, his tip is going to caress against your G-spot in this alignment.

The first, slow grind makes Bucky hiss. He's deeper, you feel tighter. This isn't going to take long at all... for either of you.

Allowing his hands to guide your hips, you move along to his pattern. The combination of both internal and external stimulation already has you unable to think straight. Your body shudders a little more fiercely this time- Bucky's fingers dig into your skin more as he grunts through his breath. You can feel the pulsing, warm sensation inside as he comes- making him feel even more slick. His body convulses slightly until all that is left is excessive breathing and sticky, sweaty skin between you both.

Bucky's hands cup your face- the cold from his metal hand being more than welcome. "God, I love you." He says, then presses his lips against yours. And in this moment, you realize that every night for the rest of your lives could be like this. This intense, this passionate- forever.

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whitexwolfxx310 · 9 months

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I Love You In Every Universe

Pairing: Bucky x female reader

Summary: Trying to mend your relationship with Bucky is going so painfully slow. And then it's not.

Warnings: Spicy content! 18+ only! Cursing, oral sex MTF, penetration, praise kink, small amount of submissive kink, and I think that's all?

Word Count: 3428

A/Ns: I needed to write a total smut post. Those seem to be pretty popular haha. We have Baker Bucky! I got a few requests for that! Anyway, enjoy! I'll continue the storyline in my next post!

Previous Part

Masterlist

Finding out that your brother is not only alive, but that he is the new face of Hydra, is one of the biggest twists that fate could spit out. After the terrifying realization that occurred in your office, you’ve been thrown into countless meetings and conferences where you were probed for information on Luke that wasn’t already disclosed in his military files.

Steve and Tony had constant questions and concerns about the situation. They felt that maybe Luke would try and reach out or maybe there was some hidden information that you would somehow be privy to. But it had been two years since everyone thought that he was long dead.

The tension in The Compound rose. Your job got put into question, certain people wondering why you would even apply to intern here in the first place. Are you a double agent? Finding and leaking information to Hydra from within? Your morals had never once been questioned until now.

Bucky was the only one who didn’t make the whole situation feel like an interrogation. He remained supportive, being the person to suggest you take time to recollect yourself when it became too much. The only one who didn’t have questions but was always silently there in the corner watching and listening, taking every bit of information in.

A task force was assigned to try and track Luke, in hope of him not being too far gone. It had been done with Bucky, could it be done with your brother as well? You were also chosen for this mission, which did not go over well with Bucky. Him and Tony had argued over using yourself as bait to draw him out. In the end, it was your decision, and you would chose to go.

Even with the stress of the current situation, you used Bucky as a welcomed distraction. Leaning on one another as you both grasped onto your undeniable tethered connection. There was still a long road to recovery for both Bucky and your relationship. But he did his damndest to make you feel as though you weren’t under constant surveillance (at least from him). When the daily brainstorming sessions were over, you both avoided the topic of Luke. It was still difficult to process the concept that he was still alive. It just didn’t seem real.

Taking things slow with Bucky has always been an understatement. A part of him is apprehensive, more so now than ever. There has been close to no physical contact. You truly don't know everything that he went through overseas, but it was apparent that he was still working his way through it. You had your 'boyfriend' back. Yet in a sense, you didn't. And still, his presence still left the same, if not more, desire in it's wake.

Bucky was given his own apartment within The Compound for the time being. Although there was nothing to be 'afraid' of, everyone, except yourself, felt that it was necessary to slowly ease back into his routines and not just cannonball into the deep end.

Spending time together had always been your favorite thing. But now, it was like everything was exciting and new once again. The two of you were dealing with the 'holes' Bruce had warned you about- and the dark cloud of your brother hanging over both of your heads. These said ‘holes’ were more along the lines of not remembering how you take your coffee and other small instances. He remembers you, and most of the time that you had shared.

You filled the limited free time in your days together with simplistic dates and doing things that he really took interest in. Going to the gym together, long drives with the windows down listening to music playing, but most of all... Bucky loved being in the kitchen. It was as if he had a new found passion for cooking and baking-something simplistic to lose himself in. But he wouldn't share that pastime with anyone else, feeling like he may be judged. Although, you had no complaints. There was no shortage on baked goods and even homemade bread from scratch.

Bucky is in the kitchen, covered in flour and chocolate. The clear evidence of him indulging in his guilty pleasure.

"Mmm. These are seriously the best chocolate chip cookies I have ever had." You mumble.

You didn't want to be rude by talking with your mouth full, but he eagerly watched, awaiting your reaction to his creation of the day.

"Really!?" He asks, excitedly.

Nodding your head and smiling, you go to take another bite of the cookie. Since it is still warm from recently coming out of the oven, it partially breaks- melty chocolate all over your face and hands.

There's a moment of silence- you and Bucky are looking at one another until his nose scrunches and he starts hysterically laughing. A sweet sound that I have missed for so long. It's contagious. The next thing you know, you're both laughing to the point of just wheezing. Your cheeks hurt, the place where your abs once were before he entered the baking scene, hurt. It wasn't even that funny, just one of those simplistic moments where you get to fully be yourselves. A core memory.

"You're a hot mess," Bucky says, trying to compose himself by fighting through the laughter. His cheeks are burning red. The harder he tries to subdue the laughing, the more he fails. "Come here..." He reaches for a dish towel, dampening it under the faucet of the sink before taking a few steps closer.

You abruptly stop laughing, taking in how suddenly close in proximity he is to you. Aside from the hello/goodbye awkward hugs that you look forward to just being in his arms for a moment- this is rediscovering old territory.

Your mouth opens slightly as you hold your breath, awaiting to see what he does next. Covering his thumb with the cloth, he ever so gently wipes chocolate off of your bottom lip. His eyes fasten their grip with your own, occasionally breaking contact to look down at your lips.

Kiss me. Your inner conscious is screaming, begging and pleading for him to make a move. To just be wrapped up in all that is him- to let go of the past few months and just be yourselves. You can feel your chest instinctively move closer to his- which is rising and falling deeply. Bucky's mouth opens slightly as he takes in a shuddering breath.

Yes... His eyes are now solely focused on your mouth. You impulsively bite your bottom lip, willing it into the universe for his lips to be on yours. You're met with glacier blue eyes, now looking deep within yours. You cannot help but look up at Bucky with pleading, desire filled eyes.

Please.

"I-" He starts. Time is standing still as you hang onto what he will say. "I...um-" He breaks the eye contact as he takes a step back. "I have to clean this kitchen. My OCD is getting the better of me." He nervously chuckles once.

"Oh." There is no hiding your disappointment.

Bucky grabs a nearby plate full of the cookies that he had just made.

"Here...some for you to take home." He offers, sounding hopeful that you’ll accept.

He's kicking me out. Point taken.

"Oh, okay. Well, thanks. I'll see you tomorrow?" You can only focus on the plate that he handed you, trying to hide the humiliation. Not even waiting for a response, you quickly dash out of his apartment.

Breaking into a full sprint in the hallway, your back at your own residence. Quickly shutting the door behind you and laying your back flat against it, your mind starts racing.

We will never get back to the way we were. Giving him time and space isn't enough. Maybe after all he has been through, he has moved past this relationship? Past me? But I love him. I promised I'd wait...but is he just prolonging the inevitable? Will my brother become the new thing to try and get between us? I can't just let him go... I can't. He needs to know.

In that moment you dropped the plate; The shattering muffled slightly from the softness of the cookies. You didn't care. Turning around to open the door and run back to his living quarters- professing your love and need like some girl in a romcom you would make fun of.

You swing open the door, about to dart out when you smack into something. Someone.

"Oh, sorry I-....Bucky?" Shocked is an understatement.

He's standing at your door with an anxious look on his face- still covered in flour.

"I-..." He starts. Your heart is pounding- the sound of your heartbeat swooshing in your ears.

"Fuck it." Bucky breathes as he takes a step forward. Cupping both sides of your face, hungrily pressing his lips into yours.

Immediately you liquify into the kiss. His lips taste sweet- the remanence from his all day baking. Your arms interlock behind his neck as he steps forward- pushing you backwards into your apartment without his lips leaving yours.

It doesn't matter that you clumsily stumble behind, Bucky keeps you steady by holding each side of your waist while sustaining the kiss. Once through the doorway, he uses the back of his boot to loudly kick the door closed- not caring who might see or hear.

Guiding you against the wall of the hallway, Bucky reaches behind his neck and grabs your hands to pin them on the surface above your head, his metal hand still on your hip. The assertive motion causes a chain reaction- a small whimper from your throat echoes into his mouth. Being held firmly in place, your hips hungerly try to buck up into his body, greedily needing every point of physical contact possible.

His lips break away, but only for a moment as they move down to your neck. His tongue grazes, teeth nip occasionally through the soft suction noises his mouth leaves behind. You know that you'll be marked in just a matter of time. But it is his public claim on you that you'll proudly wear.

While keeping your hands pinned against the wall, Bucky's free hand starts to explore your body; painfully gentle he traces along your side, the bottom of your stomach, between your breasts, etc. But he's being cautious. He knows how to manhandle you and this is not it. Call it selfish, but after a total of 2 months of not being with him, you want aggressive Bucky.

"Bucky..." You breathe. The sound of his name makes him stop.

His body leans more into yours- touching chest to chest, which is growing more difficult due to the heavy breathing. Pressing his forehead into yours, his vision still focused on the trail of red blotches he's left behind.

"Hmm?" He answers as he adjusts his posture slightly so that his thigh is now between your legs. If you pressed your hips down the tiniest bit against him, the evidence of just how desperate you are for him would be all over his leg.

"Don't hold back." You say softly, but confidently. Bucky's eyes blaze to yours with a look of exhilaration dancing across them.

"Don't worry..." His voice is deep, husky.

The hand that he was using to pin your arms above your head lets go- letting it gradually slip down to your jawline. He hooks your chin between his thumb and pointer finger, encouraging you to turn your head. Bucky leans in, his breath hot against your cheek.

"I'll take care of you." It comes out low, from the back of his throat. The throbbing between your legs starts to become fierce. In addition, his tongue presses flat to your cheek, licking the side of your face just once.

Using one prompt motion, Bucky is now carrying you bridal style. His lips rashly press back to yours. Even with your eyes closed, you can feel the gentle sway of him walking- the sound of his footsteps pressing down into the floor.

He sits you on the edge of the bed, getting down on his knees and hooking each of his pointer fingers into the waistband of your jeans to start shimmying them down. Lifting your feet barely off the floor to get your pants the rest of the way off, Bucky discards them and encourages you to lay back on the bed.

Still on his knees, Bucky leans in and places one velvety soft kiss on the inside of your thigh. The lack of touch for months has left you on a whole new level of sensitive. A low moan in the form of a hum reverberates in your throat. The warm air resulting from a tiny snort from him already making your legs twitch.

Hitching your knees over his shoulders, the tips of his fingers gently caress the inside of your thighs. It's almost painful how good it feels. Taking his warm pointer finger he swipes once in the middle of your folds- above the panties.

"You're already so wet for me. What a good girl." Bucky purrs.

I'm about to get absolutely fucking wrecked.

Your eyes roll back and close as your back arches, gripping the bedsheets already feeling like a volcano about to erupt just from Bucky's heated breath.

*Thwap*

The slight sting in the groin takes you by surprise. Propping yourself on your elbows, you look down to Bucky with confusion. He's gazing into your eyes and a playful smile.

"I want you to look at me." His voice is still smoky and deep.

Being so hyper focused on everything he was doing, including looking up at you from between your legs, you wouldn't even need to be touched to lose control at this point. Even just the thought of his body covering yours is sending cold shudders of ice down your spine.

Without warning, he shoves the back of your thighs so that your head is between your knees. Now kneeling on the bed, he holds you in place, leaving yourself completely exposed; propped up right to his face, occupied with a content and cunning grin.

Fuck.

With locked eyes, Bucky focuses on your face as his mouth simply presses directly on you. Allowing for you to have a small moment before he starts to work his magic. You gasp at the connection; your knees going weak as you grip onto the bedsheets underneath you.

'I want you to look at me.' His voice rings in your head. It takes every molecule in your body to hold his gaze with his head between your thighs, but you do. Just like the obedient woman that you are for him. His ridged tongue sweeps over your labia as a form of slow and delicious torture. The licking over your sensitive skin causes you to whimper- Bucky looks at you through hooded eyes as he makes a few small reverberating sounds in his throat as approval.

Moaning, you can't help but grind your hips against his face. It feels incredible. He feels incredible. The leisurely, steady, sensual motions tell you that he's enjoying this as much as you are. You're practically coming off of the bed, but Bucky holds you in place as you start panting- the sounds coming from your breath are pleading, begging for that outer body, earthshattering orgasm.

"Please," You sigh, as your hand digs and grips tightly into his hair; knowing full well that it's slightly painful but don't care. Your quiet request is received as his tongue swirls around the entrance of your core. Once, twice, three times and then you come apart.

Unsure if you are screaming his name, thrashing against him, or whatever else, as you can only see stars in the moment. There is no room for any sort of coherent thought. Spent and exhausted are an understatement as Bucky lifts his head- His eyes practically glowing as he licked the lips of his sinfully wet mouth.

"I love it when you squirm," it comes out as a purr.

He carefully lays you back down before crawling over your body like a panther, his hips pressed in and down against your own. You're pleased to find that he is already naked from the waist down, raring to go.

Bucky's hand tenderly grazes your cheek as your chest still heavily rises and falls. It isn't long until your fingertips are dragging across the hot, soft skin of his chest. His hips settle between yours and you instinctively lock a leg around them. You can feel him press against your entrance, wanting, needing to be inside of you. Now you're lasered focused on him as you wait for that sharp breath as he pushes himself in and his eyes practically roll back in his head.

"I want you to look at me," You think to yourself and completely understand the fascination in that moment.

Beginning to press inch by precious, thick inch, you're grateful for the remanence of your orgasm which helps to ease his way inside. "Fuck," he breathes out as he looks downward to watch himself enter. You smirk to yourself knowing just how tight you are and can feel your walls contracting around him, a silent invitation to bring his enormous length in deeper. Once Bucky was fully inside, down to the base, his eyelids fluttered shut for a moment as he took in the sensation. Once they opened, his gaze was sealed on yours.

Taking in a deep breath in unison, he waits as you become accustomed to stretching around him. His hips wriggle the tiniest bit before he pulls back and shallowly thrusts in once; The sound escaping from his lips makes every single nerve ending in your body light up. You suck in a sharp breath as he finds his rhythm, his pubic bone teasing your clit with every push. The smallest adjustment and he is now inclined so that each ridge can brush against your g-spot with every stroke. Forward and back. Forward and back.

Bucky almost growls as you claw at his back and practically scream in pleasure. Your lips mesh against his bicep, stifling your moans ever so slightly. You come again. And again. He relentlessly keeps the same pace, your body shuddering under his to the point that your mouth is wide open but no noise is coming out. You start to feel the familiar pulsing inside you, filling you. It's warm; a few degrees hotter than his body pressed against yours. His fingers dig into your hips as he thrusts harder, coming over and over again, (which you didn't even think was possible).

He collapses on top of you like a weighted blanket as he tries to level his breathing. Bucky's body continues to tremble against yours. A moment later he shifts his weight to lay next to you. Placing a kiss against your temple, Bucky pulls you in close against him; The coolness from his metal arm almost bites at the beads of sweat across your skin. The familiarity of his body spooning into yours is so comforting that you drift to sleep.

During the night you stir, reaching for Bucky on the other side of the bed to only be met with cold sheets. He's gone. Your heart drops to your stomach as you sit up, holding the blanket up to your chest to cover yourself as you stare at the emptiness beside you.

Maybe it was too fast.

Something catches your attention out of your peripheral vision. You quickly look to the corner of your room, which is especially dark for the time of night. You squint, seeing something- But unable to make out what it is. Though, your stomach jumps in excitement.

"Bucky?" You ask, sounding almost too hopeful. As your eyes adjust to the bold darkness, you can see his silhouette in the corner. But he doesn't move. It doesn't even look like he's breathing. He sits so completely still that it's... terrifying.

"Bucky...?" Calling his name softly, you realize that this might be one of those moments you had been warned about. Your mind is racing and blank at the same time as you reach for scenarios and resolutions- but come up with nothing.

Until...

You clear your throat softly, pulling yourself into a sitting fetal position. Why of all things this came to mind, you have no idea. You're hoping, praying that you are wrong. You cringe as the word slips out.

"Soldat?"

"Ya gotov otvechet." Ready to comply.

Fuck.

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Total Eclipse of the heart

Pairing: Bucky x female reader

Summary: After an encounter where Bucky seems to not know who you are, you start to find out answers. Not one's that you were expecting either.

Warnings: Y/N, cursing, super angst.

Word Count: 4K

A/Ns: Sorry for the long pause between chapters. I had to take some time to deal with my mental health. But I am back! I finished this and will be posting the next chapter ASAP because I wrote that one already as well. If you would like to be added to my taglist, please let me know! I love hearing from y'all so please feel free!

Previous Part

Masterlist

An entire month has gone by but it feels like an eternity. Aside from the one encounter when everyone arrived home from the Soviet Union, the two of you have been kept separate from one another. Tony and Bruce had both agreed that the emotional response from Bucky when he saw you could be triggering, to us both.

It was difficult to try and go through the regular day to day motions when life seemed to have done a complete 180. Everything changed. Sections of The Compound were now 'off limits'. Anytime you asked about Bucky, no one seemed to 'know anything'. It wasn't until Nat 'accidentally' slipped that he had been taken to Wakanda for treatment did you know anything.

'Our' home turned into your home. Bucky's clothes and belongings were taken from the apartment day by day as they worked diligently on treatment. His scent gradually dissipated from the bedsheets with each passing day. Nothing of him was left except one photograph- not even Alpine was left behind.

Which is understandable...But, God I miss them both- more than I let on.

Sitting at the kitchen island, which is normally decorated with cheerful, bright sunflowers and whatever sweet concoction Bucky cooked that morning, felt so bleak and lonely. Each passing day turned one of your favorite places within the home into a very dark one.

*Ding*

The soft tone from your cell is accompanied with a text notification pops up. It's Steve.

"Hey y/n... Can you meet me in the conference room?"

Your thumbs hover over the screen, twitching slightly as each response and scenario collide with one another in your head.

"Um..." You say aloud.

"Sure. See you in a few." Is the response you decided to go with.

You're torn. Part of you wants to run as fast as you possibly can to hear what Steve has to say. The other wants to walk at a snails pace- afraid of what he's going to say. You quickly decide on the median between the two. Not too eager either way.

The walk seemed as though it took forever, like awaiting to cross the finish line of a marathon. Stepping out of the elevator, the glass enclosed conference room came into view. Standing in the corner was Steve, arms instinctively crossed over his chest. He was having what seemed like an easygoing conversation with Tony who stood opposite of him and adjacent to Bruce. Their body language seemed somewhat relaxed, which is good? I think.

Lightly knocking on the glass you catch the attention of all three men. Giving a nervous and awkward wave, Tony motions for you to come in and join them. Hesitantly, you walk in.

"Hey y/n..." Steve immediately greets, bringing his arms down to his sides to seem more relaxed.

"Hey guys..." You answer, meekly. "What's going on?"

It's impossible to force out the casual and polite 'how are you?' 'nice weather we're having today' 'how has work been?' bullshit. I need to know.

"We..." Tony lets out a deep breath as he folds one arm across his chest and the palm of his hand under his chin. "We want to discuss Barnes."

"Okay...?" You reply reluctantly as you look between the three men.

"Why don't you have a seat?" Bruce suggests, looking to Steve and Tony as he politely pulls out one of the wheeled office chairs for you.

Taking a deep breath you oblige, scooting in closer to the conference table and laying your hands flat on the cool surface. It's depressing how any iced cold touch reminds you of Bucky.

The men follow suit, sitting down as well. All four of you collected on one side of the meeting table. The air was stiff, almost as if this were an intervention and each one waited to see who would be the first to speak.

Well it's not going to be me...

"Buck's doing better. A lot better actually!" Steve says optimistically, being the one to break the silence.

"True..." Tony interjects. "But this is unknown territory. While I have all the faith in the world in T'Challa, we've been down this road before-"

"We've made huge strides, Tony." Bruce says, trying to acknowledge both men's opinions but remaining as Switzerland.

"What we're trying to say..." Steve gives you a small nod and half smile, "Is that Buck's back. And...he's asked to see you."

Everyone is looking to you for some sort of answer. But what is the proper way to handle this? There isn't any self help books for 'what to do when your boyfriend's mind resorts back to being an assassin and may not remember you'.

"He... wants to see me?" It comes out as surprised as you feel and yet the only thing you can focus on is the frigidness under your palms.

"Don't worry, it's safe. He's safe. I mean-you'll be safe." Bruce stutters over his words as he tries to sound reassuring.

"Has anyone told you that you are great at giving preparation speeches, Banner?" Tony rolls his eyes and sighs.

"Y/n..." He starts, leaning in more. "We have been working diligently with Barnes. It seems as though pretty much everything is back to normal but..."

Again with the hesitations. Just fucking spit it out already.

"There's holes." Bruce says. Steve and Tony both give him an annoyed look.

I swear he's just in here for comic relief at this point.

"Holes?" You reiterate.

"It's like..." Steve breathes out, long and heavy. "It's like Buck's got all the pieces to the puzzle but can't put them all together just yet. Certain pieces fit and some he's still trying to figure out." He says, hopeful.

"And...he asked to see me?"

After not seeing him for a month since that horrifying interaction, the idea seems so foreign. The men all nod their heads slightly in agreement.

“I can take you to see him now if you would like?” Steve offers. Always the gentleman.

Your eyes instantly drop to look at your oversized grey Iron Maiden t-shirt, black leggings and white slip on's.

“Um...” You look back up at Steve starting to feel self conscious. “Can I clean up and then we care go together?”

“Sure, y/n.” He replies, with his famous warm side smile.

What is the perfect outfit to wear to go see your boyfriend/would have been fiancé for the first time since a once thought dissipated paramilitary terrorist organization that has come back and might be an almost robotic assassin who might not entirely remember your relationship existed?

I mean, is this going to be like meeting him for the first time? Again? Is everything going to go back to the way it was before? Can that even happen?

The thoughts swirled around your mind like a confused cow in a tornado.

Stepping out of the elevator, Steve is waiting with a familiar smile.

“Come on… someone’s waiting for you.” He cordially holds out his arm for you to link onto. Faking the smile in return, you lock arms.

“Thanks, Steve.”

For so many things. For making sure Bucky came home (and not in a body bag), for supporting both of us, for everything in between and including up to this very moment where he is physically keeping you stable.

"I...really appreciate you." There was no way that you could possibly express your gratitude, even if it feels as though your stomach will drop any second.

Steve had led you to the common area; a relaxing spot with a small café. (The one with shitty coffee, according to Bucky). There is a few small tables set up, all of them empty accept for one. Bucky sits alone, his back facing you. Thanks for the dramatic affect. Giving you a small, encouraging squeeze on your shoulder, Steve let's you go.

One step at a time.

It's simple enough and yet you can't move your legs. The nervousness of now having to be on your own almost has completely taken you over. Looking down at your feet, you will them with all of your might to make a move.

One foot. Just one.

Glancing up through hooded eyes, Bucky is still in the same seat- same position. You notice that he is sitting completely upright, tense, nervous. He is as just as fearful of the situation...and you.

Being focused on him, you instinctively take a step. Just that one step turns into every single cell in your body being drawn to him. To run up, him scoop you in his arms and swing you around for the most memorable reunion. You know he'll catch you- and yet you're holding back.

But you decide to play it carefully, respectfully. He hears your faint, delicate footsteps and froze. I've never seen anyone become so suddenly still. Your heart is pounding like a monster trying to break free from it's cage; Pulse whooshing like a relentless wave refusing to ease. Within a single blink of an eye, he was standing- waiting for me.

There was a look of bewilderment on his face, one I have never seen before. Your feet come to a screeching halt, feeling as though they had abruptly encased in cement. Your eyes meet, instantaneously diving into his glacier blue eyes- An unbreakable metal cable connecting your hearts as you begin to move once more. Each step closing the distance you have felt for what felt like ages. That over encompassing feeling of being stuck in a cold, dark, black void.

His mouth opens, taking in a shallow breath as his eyes dart frantically dance between your features.

"You're..." Bucky begins, finally being able to hold his gaze steadily into your eyes. "...real." Relief spilled from the word as he breathed it out. You didn't realize that you had been holding in the air within your lungs.

He doesn't remember? To him it was all...just a dream? I have been begging, pleading with the universe to have him back. I got what I wanted, just not in the way I expected.

Your mouth goes dry- keeping the ability to swallow the large, insufferable lump in your throat.

"Um..." It was hard to keep your voice from cracking, to keep it from mirroring the shattering of your heart. "Last time I checked?" You say, managing a small, fake laugh. The anxiety lodged in your throat travels down your body, now making its appearance in the form of white knuckled fists- Which you quickly move behind your back to hide.

The awkwardness between us felt like a glass wall. You could see him, hear him- but there is a part of him tucked away again.

Bucky's gloved hands froan in the pockets of his black leather jacket he's wearing. A tall tale sign of his insecurity; the gloves a form of comfortability and protection.

His eyes flashed briefly behind your shoulder, a small smirk on his face.

"So..." The grin stayed as his eyes honed in on yours once again. "Would you want to go for a walk?" His torso twisted slightly, using his bent right elbow to point towards the door.

Frozen. Your lips part and yet nothing comes out. He's waiting for some kind of reply but still, nothing. Bucky leans in closer, the smokiness of his campfire smell completely intoxicating.

"Somewhere private?" This time he stares at something over your shoulder. Curiosity gets the better of you- looking over your shoulder, it reveals Sam and Steve huddled in a corner. They abruptly bump into one another, failing to act casual.

Turning back to meet each others gaze once again, a small laugh escapes in unison at the silliness of your eavesdropping friends.

That smile, the laugh. God, that laugh. The saying 'music to my ears' would do it such an injustice.

Nodding in agreement, you bite on the edge of your tongue. Those overwhelming, missing words are now dying to be shouted out.

"Lead the way." He says, gently.

The Compound was surrounded by lively Summer scenery. It had plush, full green trees. The birds chirping their love songs to one another- the smell of dense humidity delicately mixed with citrus and bloomed flowers.

Small white dwarf clovers swish against your feet as you walk through the grass. You'd swear you were alone if you didn't keep sneaking glances at Bucky to make sure it wasn't a dream. His stride was feline- deliberately light and practically soundless.

Stopping on a small hilltop overlooking a field of lavender, you can't bring yourself to look at him. Your body pulses with electricity over the physical closeness of his body to yours. There is only the sound of the whisp of the wind as you stare out into the abyss of purple.

The silence was aching to your soul. Thoughts are whirling around your brain, trying to find the perfect words to convey just how much he means to you. That love, our love, could defy any odds thrown our way.

You know the scene in the romance movies when one person breaks down and emotionally confesses all of their hopes and dreams? It's me, hi.

You don't have to propose, you already know what my answer would be. Let's buy a house and make it a home, just the two of us. Or not. I want Bucky babies- as many as you want. I want to wake up to their laughter ringing through the house- knowing because you wake up so early that you'll be the first thing that they see. Send you to the gas station at 2am for an ice cream and loaded cheese fries craving. The endless laughs I know we'll share as a family. I want to argue about not getting everything on the shopping list. There isn't anything in this universe or the next that could tear us-

"I don't know why this is so difficult." He starts in a soft tone.

Oh no.

"I know you. I know that I know you." He's nervous, rambling. "I feel it in my bones when I look at you. Just being in your presence is soothing to me. You're extremely important to me, y/n." He pauses.

I don't like pauses.

"But..." Bucky exhales a deep breath, as if trying to calm himself. He turns to you and you mirror the movement, now facing each other. You hold the air in your lungs, hanging onto every word. "The best way that I can explain it is..." His hands move in a small circular motion as he tries to find his own words. "It's like reading a book. You can see it in your mind, but it's not physical, realistic."

A wave of cold washed over your body from head to toe, as if someone dumped a bucket of ice water over your head. Your eyes burn from the refusal to blink and let the tears fall. It still must have conveyed on your face, because Bucky's eyes search within yours- a sincere expression replacing his concern.

"Are..." Your voice cracks. Clearing your throat, you fight to get the words out. "Are you...saying that we're" You hesitate, almost choking on the word that feels like bile rising in your esophagus "...over?"

"God, no!" You can feel your eyes roll back slightly at the comfort of those words. Bucky gently takes your hand and places it over his chest; both of his hands enclosing them over his. It's hard not to stare when you can feel the accelerated beating of his heart under the scarring where skin meets metal.

"I'm just asking for us to take it slow. As long as that's okay with you?" His tone is soft but hopeful as he paired it with puppy dog eyes.

"Of course." You lie- your teeth clasped painfully down on the edges of your tongue to keep from saying anything else. His sigh of alleviation along with the instant release of tension in his shoulders shows you made the right decision.

"Thank you, y/n." Bucky whispers as he leans in, leaving behind the faintest kiss on your cheek. If your eyes weren't open to see the physical contact, you would swear it was from the tame breeze.

There was a time not so long ago that we would have taken advantage of being alone on this hill. Laying down in the plush grass surrounded by flowers, the petals getting stuck to the sweat on our bodies. Bucky moaning your name into the crook of your neck as you intertwined and moved as one. Your entire body so sensitive to his delicate, but firm touch, to the point it was almost painful- and yet you couldn't help but beg for more.

Yet, here we are now- resorting back to elementary school hand holding. Selfishly, you wanted more, but didn't have the heart to ask for more. He just seemed... so happy with the idea.

"Well then, I guess it would be okay to resume our sessions for the time being." You say jokingly walking into your office with him closely behind. Bucky lets out a small, genuine laugh as he takes a sits on the sofa across from your desk.

"Anything noteworthy happen while I was gone?"

"Well," You start, grinning as you walk to lean back on the edge of the desk to face him. "There have been quite a bit of complaints about the coffee. I guess you aren't the only one who hates The Compounds brand of choice. I think Rocket misses you- or, at the very least, messing with you. And if I'm being honest..." You place a hand on your belly, rubbing it slightly. "I've lost a few pounds without my personal chef/baker around."

A flicker of wholesome playfulness flashes in those crystal eyes; contagious enough to for it to reach his smile. The fluttering of butterfly wings caress against the lining inside your stomach. Nothing could keep from that infectious ray of light from tugging at your very soul.

"I promise to rectify that as soon as possible, Sunshine." The emphasis of your nickname blanketed around your bones like warm honey. The giddiness made you look away- but only for a moment. You're transfixed on him; Afraid that if he wasn't in your line of sight, he would disappear.

"I know that you're too polite to ask..." Bucky starts, his expression changing. "But I want to tell you about what happened overseas."

Oh shit.

Your fingers tighten around the edge of your desk in preparation. Giving him a small, understanding nod- he continues.

"Russia was... eventful to say the least." He says, almost baffled. "To make a long story short: We got there, followed a few leads that wound up being dead ends and were getting ready to head back home." Bucky is slumped back in his seat on the couch, eyes focused on his pointer finger lazily tapping against his knee; completely zoned out at the recollection.

You now painfully sit in silence, waiting for him to tell you what happened in his own words and in his own time. Biting your tongue to not blurt out all of your questions, needing answers.

"The entire time that we thought this mission was a bust- we were being watched. Studied."

"Studied?" You repeat. "By who?"

"If a head is cut off, two more shall take it's place." He says cryptically and barely audible as he looks up from the floor.

"What?" You ask, becoming more confused. The more in depth Bucky goes, the more distant he seems to get.

"Hydra will never be gone." His tone sounds like an admission to defeat. "There are still people out there who believe in 'their cause'." This came out more as disgust. "They've...replaced me. Created a new 'me'." He's disappointed; thinking that it had just been him all along to discover that there is more.

"Steve and I got separated from the rest of the team. We had each others backs, just as we always have. But..." He sighs, hesitating before he speaks again. "As we tried to make our way out, we found ourselves in some kind of detaining room? It felt familiar." Bucky stares straight forward, looking through some unseen void. "I-... I pushed Steve back through where entered before it closed but someone else was in there with me. I don't remember if I passed out or what. But when I woke up, I had a difficult time recalling anything, anyone. As if I had amnesia."

His whole body is tense as he recalls the memory. It must be difficult for him, living his whole life trying to distinguish what is real and what's not.

"Bucky..." You take a few steps closer; hand impulsively reaching out, placing it on top of his gloved hand as you knelt on the floor in front of him.

He didn't flinch- Not in the way he used to when you first met. There was familiar hint of pain and nervousness behind his eyes.

"And all I could see, was you. Flashes of you smiling, laughing..."

Bucky leans forward, somewhat onto his knees, turning your hand over and gently holding onto it as he intensely looks in your eyes.

"But I... couldn't remember. I thought that maybe it had all been a dream. But when I saw you in person at the medical bay, I knew that it hadn’t been just a fantasy, it was actual memories. I am just so....fucked up." He says in revulsion.

He'll never forgive himself.

"We're all a little fucked up." You admit.

There is something to be said for losing yourself. Sometimes being lost is the only way to be found. You may find a strength you never knew that you had, or see others painted in a different light; will they disappear or help you find your way out of the dark? And if we get out of that darkness, does a piece come back with us?

Bucky's face suddenly hardened, solely focused on something. A switch flipped- the light had gotten ripped away from his eyes. He was staring so intensely that it was uncomfortable. Feeling self conscious, you look down- trying to seek what had exclusively had his attention. In shifting slightly, you see that he isn't concentrating on you; but something behind you.

With unintentional slowness you start to turn around, goosebumps taking over the entire top layer of your skin. Your mind is racing trying to fathom what could be in your office to have him triggered like this. But nothing was there. No person, no being, nothing out place.

Your lungs let out every last bit of air that they held onto in relief. And yet, nothing changed. There was a mysterious uneasiness gripping onto the room.

"Bucky...?" You hesitantly ask; still looking between him and whatever still had him in an almost trance.

Carefully, he moved you out of the way and in four strides, Bucky’s at the bookcase behind your desk.

Standing up, you take a step forward. “Bucky…?” You ask again.

Grabbing a framed picture that was standing in the bookshelf, he starts to look over the picture- taking in every small detail. His head whips around to look back at you, his eyes frantic as his eyes bounce between the picture and you.

“What?!” You can’t hide the urgency of needing to know any longer.

“It’s him.” Barely audible.

Taking a few steps closer, you see that Bucky is holding the picture of you with your brother, Luke. You let an exhale of relief out. But he’s still looking over the picture obviously feeling uneasy.

“You’ve seen this picture a hundred times… what’s wrong?”

“It’s him” He repeats “My replacement. The newest super soldier… is Luke.” His voice is low, exacerbated. You roll your eyes.

"C'mon, Bucky. You know that my brother has been dead for two years. That would be impossible!" I get that he's been through a lot lately, but this? Bringing my dead family member into it?

"What I'm saying is..." His eyes are intensely locked on yours, "He isn't dead. Never was. And your brother..." Bucky doesn't breathe as his expression tries convey the seriousness of his next words, "He's alive. And...he's the new face of Hydra."

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whitexwolfxx310 · 11 months

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Time Goes On

Pairing: Bucky x female reader

Summary: Bucky gets called to go on a Hydra mission

Warnings: Y/N, 18+, Cursing, Light sexual content, super fluff, and angst.

Word Count: 5304

A/Ns: I'm starting to have a bit of writers block. If anyone has ideas please let me know! I would love to incorporate them into the storyline.

Previous Part

Master List

Life with Bucky has become the new norm. It’s easy for him to slip into his typical routine, but every once in a while you like to stir things up. Although you live together you’re still able to each have ‘me’ time when missions come up. He has his job and you have your own. He spends his time doing what he does best and using it as his outlet to get rid of rising feelings and emotions that he can’t always talk or think through.

The morning sun shines through the window, warming your skin and the surrounding sheets; Making it nearly impossible to find the motivation to get out of bed. But the sweet breakfast aroma you’ve become accustomed to fills the air, beckoning your empty stomach. Your eyes fixate on the 8x10 frame on the nightstand that holds a picture of the two of you from your friend Elena's wedding a few months ago. Bucky holding you closely to himself, looking down at you-only you, smiling while you're laughing. The most perfect candid, and accurate, depiction of your relationship; The simplicity of love.

Sauntering out to the kitchen, your stomach rumbles-eager to see what he has prepared to start your day together.

"Morning, Sunshine" Bucky says, standing at the stove with his back to you; Not even having to turn around to know you're there.

"Morning, babe." You say in return as your arms wrap around him from behind.

"Babe?" He mimics, sounding slightly repulsed.

"What? It's not fair that you get to call me Sunshine and yet you hate every single nickname I try to come up with for you-"

You're interrupted by the suddenness of Bucky turning around and lifting you up from behind your thighs. Both laughing he takes a few steps forward and sets you down on the counter. Instinctively your legs wrap around his waist bringing him closer into your body. Bucky leans into your face just so that the very tips of your noses barely touch.

“What’s wrong with my name?” He asks softly.

Hooking his index finger under your chin, he coaxes you to tilt your face up just a little more; Lips barely touching.

“I like when you say my name.” His voice deep and low. His lips barely brushing against yours as he speaks.

It feels as though all the air is sucked out of the room. The more than welcomed waves of arousal erupt from your core, simultaneously spreading out through your body like fireworks exploding. Biting down on your own tongue in hopes the sting of pain would suppress the instantaneous neediness you feel; It doesn’t. His hips press into yours just a little more- and all bets are off. Your chest arches into his as your lips touch.

“Mmm…” The small sound emerges from your throat as you breathe into the kiss. There’s a sudden coolness on your right cheek from his hand. But something else catches your attention.

“Bucky…” You say between kisses.

“Yes?” He replies, feeding into the moment.

“You’re going to burn your French toast.”

Lips still locked, his eyes flash open. It takes him a second but he breaks away.

“Fuck-“ Spinning around back to the stove you can’t help but laugh as you bring your legs up against your chest and wrap your arms around them.

“These were about to burn…” He gives you a sarcastic side eye. “How did you know?”

“I think it’s time that you just accepted the fact that I’m a better cook than you.” You reply sarcastically, reaching into the bowl on the kitchen island you're sitting on and take out a red plum.

“First of all, I’m a hard man to break. I’ll never admit that. And secondly-“ Bucky snatches the plum from your hand and takes a bite, smiling. “These are mine.”

“They just looked especially tasty today!” You lean forward and take a quick bite of his plum also and laugh. “Delicious…” You taunt. Bucky’s nose scrunches up as he laughs, showing his perfect white teeth. At ease, relaxed, playful Bucky. My favorite. He plants a soft, wet, plum juice kiss on your lips.

“You better start getting ready for work, Sunshine.”

Looking past Bucky you see the time on the stove.

“Shit!” You jump off the counter and dart in the bedroom, still hearing his laughter behind you.

In record breaking time, you’re hopping out of the bedroom on one foot back into the kitchen trying to get your other flat on. All aboard the hot mess express. Completely unphased, Bucky is sitting at the table top; French toast hot and ready with powdered sugar, whip cream, and freshly cut strawberries. If the whole Avenger thing doesn’t work out for him, he could always go into culinary.

Chef Bucky? Baker Bucky? Butcher Bucky? The options are endless…

Stumbling one last time, you finally make it to the bar stool which is being stabilized by Bucky’s right arm as he takes a sip from his coffee mug with the left. Even he has become accustomed to your clumsiness.

“Wow…” You say in amazement after your first bite. “Did you do something different?”

“No, same recipe as always.”

“Really? You didn’t add extra cinnamon or vanilla…?”

“Nope-“

The conversation is interrupted by a knock at the door. Looking over at the digital clock on the stove, you quickly shove a few more bites of breakfast in before giving Bucky a small kiss on his cheek.

“Love you!” You say, heading for the door.

“Love you too. Oh and y/n?”

“Yeah?” You call, stopping at the apartment door before opening it.

“I have a few missions coming up, routine stuff. When I get back would you want to go further upstate and rent a cabin? Just the two of us?”

“That sounds amazing… we can talk about it later when I’m done with work.” Smiling at the thought you open the door to find Natasha.

“Oh hey Nat! I’m just on my way out but-“

“Hey, is Bucky home?” She’s quick to cut you off, barely making any eye contact as she looks into the apartment passed you.

“Um.. yeah he’s in the-“

“Thanks. We have some… training to do.” She pushes past and walks into the apartment.

You’re left standing there, confused as Nat walks over and starts talking with Bucky in a hushed voice.

Weird.

A little bit later you’re sitting at your desk, breakfast sitting heavily in your stomach. I knew he did something different.

There’s a polite knock on the open door and you look up to see Steve standing in the doorway.

“Morning y/n.”

“Hey Steve! I’m sorry, did I forget we had an appointment today or…?”

“Oh, no.” He shakes his head and laughs lightly. “I’m here on my own free will. Mind if I come in?”

“Of course! Come on in and make yourself comfortable!”

Steve walks in and sits on the couch opposite of your desk. He’s so timid and light footed always. The complete contrast to Bucky. They’re the yin to each others yang.

“So…” Steve starts, seeming slightly nervous as his hands rub in circular motions on his jeans.

“So…” You reiterate. What is the reason he’s here?

“How are things?”

“Things are good…” You laugh nervously.

“Ok!” He says more to himself for motivation than to you.

“There are some pretty important missions coming up and I’m going to need Bucky by my side.”

You’re confused. They go on missions pretty frequently so this isn’t out of the unusual.

“Okay…?”

“Well,” he starts, sitting up further to the edge of the couch cushion. “We think Hydra is trying to make a come back, underground.”

Hydra?

“The Soviet Union is the last place I’d want to bring him but… we need him. I need him.”

“Oh.” Was all you could manage to say.

We’ve made so much progress, what if going back to its place of origin sets him back?

“It will be fine,” Steve tries to reassure. “We’ll be back before you know it. And you know I'll always have Buck’s back, no matter what.”

You ever feel like you’re being delivered bad news but it’s done in such a way that feeling upset is...wrong?

"Well..." You start, knowing what you got into when you took this position; knew what a life with Bucky meant. Danger, long periods of not seeing or being able to talk with one another. To the world he was just one person, but to you he was your world. "I guess that explains all of the extra training he's been doing with Nat." You try justifying the some-what dodgy behavior he's shown.

"Extra training?" Now Steve is the one who is confused. He is quiet for a moment as his brain attempts to process what the secrecy is about. "Well, in these situations that could never hurt." He brushes it off. "Anyway, thanks for your time, y/n. We'll be heading out soon."

"Bye, Steve..." It came out so low that you aren't even sure he heard you as he made his way out of your office.

Now you're left even more confused, with more questions and more worried about this particular mission.

The work day seemed to drag. Constantly looking at the clock thinking hours had gone by when in reality only 20 minutes had passed.

How do I go about bringing up the topic of Hydra? Would it be selfish to beg Bucky to stay behind? For yourself? For him? Will this bring him closure? Will this do more harm than good?

The questions are endless and there is no certain answer until he’s already there. Long periods of time with no contact is something you grew up with and accustomed to. But this? It could destroy everything. Bucky, your relationship, your career, even you.

Passing by the common area, you see Bucky with Natasha again.

He’s been spending a lot of time with her recently…

This time they’re accompanied by Nick Fury, Tony, and Steve. Seeing them all together makes you feel insecure all of a sudden, although it never has before. It makes you feel like an outsider, an intruder of some kind. It’s hard to feel anything but ordinary around so many people who are extraordinary.

Bucky came home late tonight, again. He's been doing it more and more. It's hard to try and enjoy what time you actually have together when in the back of your mind you're already building the wall. Emotionally distancing yourself in fear of getting hurt. Something can't hurt you if you don't care, right? Wrong. It actually makes it worse.

Already changed into comfy clothes, you're sitting curled up at the end of the couch, Alpine keeping your lap warm. The release of the additional serotonin from petting her is helping your anxiety from turning into a full blown panic attack.

"Hey, Sunshine!" Bucky calls from the hallway, the front door closing behind him rather loudly.

"Sorry I'm late, I was just tr-"

"Training with Nat. Yeah... I know." You cut him off. The words come out sour, draped in jealousy. It takes him by surprise. He stops in his tracks, a confused look on his face.

"Are you...okay?" Bucky asks, cautiously.

"Yeah...I'm great." You shift your body slightly on the couch which causes Alpine to jump off and scamper over to Bucky. He reaches down, picking her up gently and petting her with his free hand.

"Really? Doesn't sound like it. "

"I don't know, Bucky. I'm just-" You sigh in frustration, get off the couch and fold your arms across your chest- still unintentionally keeping distance. "Worried... I guess."

"About?"

Here we go with the reverse psychology. He gets short with his speech, trying to get you to open up. It's something he's all to familiar with in his experience.

"When were you going to tell me about the Hydra mission?" You ask, exasperated.

“That’s what this is about?” He answers your question with a question. Classic Bucky.

“Well…” When he puts it like that. You leave it open ended, feeling uneasy.

Bucky gently places Alpine down on the floor, taking a few short steps forward.

“You’ve always known what kind of work I was in.” His response is monotone. Why is he being like this?

“Yeah, but Buck this is different-“

“It’s not. Hydra has been the root of everything; War, killing so many innocent people, dipping their dirty hands in and getting involved with the infinity stones which lead to the blip!”

He’s enraged, and who could blame him?

“And me.” Bucky admits, looking down at the floor in shame. “I cannot truly atone myself until they’re gone- All gone and have no chance of coming back.”

“But what if making sure Hydra doesn’t resurface means… losing you?” It’s hard to keep your voice from cracking and even more difficult to focus on him through watery eyes.

“I would do it. Without thinking twice.” Again, he admits. Ouch. Keeping his posture, Bucky looks up through hooded eyes.

“Bucky… no.” Your arms grip around yourself tighter, wishing that you were holding onto him instead.

But it’s hard to move and even breathe, at the realization that he is going on this mission and there is nothing that will prevent that.

“What about… me?” You offer, feeling like a child willing to barter anything you have. It’s a last ditch effort, knowing full well it won’t change his mind but praying it will be enough for him to make it back home.

“Y/n…” Bucky’s voice now remains soft. In two strides he is now standing in front of you, hands placed delicately on your elbows- Closing the distance. “I will do everything within my super soldier serum power to get back here…to you.” He says half serious and half joking to try and lighten the mood. It doesn't work.

Your jaw clenches down as you solely focus on trying not to blink. Such a simplistic, mundane action like blinking your eyes, will be your undoing. Blinking is the only thing standing between you and a breakdown. Both are inevitable.

Making the mistake of looking up slightly, you're met with Bucky’s ice blue eyes- already searching yours. He has mastered the art of conveying his thoughts and feelings through looks, being a man of few words that he is.

What is he showing now? There, in his eyes, is sympathy- an understanding how difficult this is going to be for you. And him.

“It’s going to be okay…” he says gently.

So much for avoiding the whole blinking thing as it turns into a full on, uncontrollable sob. If Bucky hadn't already been there you would have collapsed, due to the feeling of the floor being swept out from beneath you. Here you are in this situation, yet again. Showcasing your heart as though it is breaking into pieces like glass, heavily collecting in your stomach. Piece after piece, layer on top of layer, making it impossible to breathe in fear that it would be too painful.

Not a word is spoken.

It doesn't have to be. Am I overreacting? Maybe. But you can't help feeling as though this mission is unalike from the others. This mission is going to have an impact.

Bucky's shirt is tear stained, sticking to his chest in the more dampened areas. He shifts his weight ever so lightly causing you to press into his body more, as if trying to pull apart two strong magnets. Grabbing a fistful of the fabric, you hang on for dear life. For now, it is just you and a few threads being the only thing between you.

You know when you're excited for something, like a concert or trip, so you start a countdown? Marking off the days with a bold black marker on a calendar as time seems to move at a snails pace to said event? Waiting for Bucky to go on this particular mission was the same. Except time seemed to be flying by at lightspeed and instead of enthusiasm, you felt dread.

Over the next week, kissing became a temporary lock and key. The sleepless nights were filled with intense, intimate sex. Followed by cuddles that kept your bodies so close to one another, that only being able to somehow crawl underneath his skin would suffice. Even then, that might not be enough. Not a moment went by wasted. After all, you can sleep when you're dead.

The darkness of the bedroom gradually started to lighten. Moment by moment, the twilight hue of the room became brighter; Acting as a wire cable slowly being reeled in, each second closer to him leaving and away from you.

“Y/n…” His voice startles you, although he spoke softly into your ear. The Combination of the break in silence and his warm breath meant you were about to hear the words you have feared over the last few days.

“I… have to go.”

You could tell that he waited until the very last millisecond to get out of the bed. Just a small nod of your head against the pillow is your response.

There’s a sudden chill the length of your entire body as he gets up. Something I need to get used to. His usual morning routine is eerily quiet. It feels impossible to try and peel yourself out of the comfortable, sinking imprint in the bed.

If I get up out of this bed, it’s one step closer to him leaving.

If I get up out of this bed, I don’t know if I’d be able to let him walk out the door.

If I get up out of this bed, I’ll try to be a stowaway.

If I get up out of this bed, I might resort to getting on my hands and knees, begging him not to go.

If I get up out of this bed, he won’t choose me over this mission.

If I get up out of this bed… I might lose him.

While the thoughts are irrational, you’re about to be forced to accept the fact that your heart is going to walk out the front door and may not return as the same person. Or if at all. The greatest fear for you both.

For the time spent with your mind racing with trying to find the reason he should stay, Bucky was ready. The weight of him sitting down on the bed is what brings you back to the here and now.

“I’ll make it back, Sunshine. I promise.”

“You can’t make that promise, Bucky.”

There’s no rebuttal, no usual playful banter back and forth. It’s impossible to look at him; To think that this short goodbye could be everything.

Not pushing, he gives a reassuring squeeze on your thigh.

“I love you… so much.”

He pauses waiting for your reply that doesn’t come. His head falls down in slight disappointment, feeling defeated as he goes to stand up. Without even being able to think about it, you throw the sheets off of yourself, jumping into his lap and wrapping all limbs around the trunk of his body. In return, he wraps his arms around you- keeping you as close as possible. Even if only for a moment.

To get through these times, you remember the saying: “It’s not goodbye, it’s seen you soon.” Using this mantra to tell yourself that this won’t be the last time you see Bucky. There is still so much undiscovered territory in the world that is him and yet you can’t shake the awful feeling of something being wrong.

And then it was time for him to go.

Cupping your face gently, he brings your lips to his. Bucky holds the kiss steadily, taking in the last bit of the warmth and softness he’s become accustomed to before he slips away. That’s one thing about him that you can appreciate, he never lets anything drag out for too long. Just like that, he’s gone.

All the weeks worth of worry, anxiety, and fear were front and center; Teasing to make its physical appearance. It takes every ounce of what little energy you barely even have to choke down the acidic bile climbing it’s way up your throat.

A low rumble throughout The Compound is a giveaway that their jet has taken off and on its way to the Soviet Union.

The days turn into weeks. There is limited contact as everyone has gone completely off the grid. An occasional update from FRIDAY is all the information you're given (and it's not much). The living quarters are quiet, spookily quiet. The silence is almost worse than the typical chaos surrounding this place the majority of the time.

And still, there is this uneasy feeling. Deep within the corners of your mind where you keep pushing it further and further down in hopes to ignore it completely... Which only makes it worse. Escalating all your fears to the extent of making you physically ill.

Then, on a random week day, you hear commotion. Arguing voices, multiple footsteps running through the halls.

He's home.

It takes everything in you, and some more, to show some restraint and not to run out of the apartment, rush to the main entrance and jump into Bucky's arms- A scene straight from The Notebook.

Forcing yourself to do an incredibly fast walk instead of a full on sprint, you make your way to the medical bay. It's always the first stop coming home from a mission; To take care of any injuries, even the internal ones that might have gone unnoticed.

It's busy, like bees buzzing around a hive. Bruce is triaging each individual, some with minor cuts and bruises, others with broken bones. And thankfully that's the worst, physically extent. Quickly dodging between people, standing on your tippy toes trying to look over heads, you still haven't found Bucky. Instead you're met with Sam blocking you from going any further down the hallway.

"Y/N..." He starts, his tone calm.

"Hey Sam..." You respond, barely taking notice to him as you continue to frantically look for Bucky behind him. But being pointed in the right direction wouldn't hurt. "Have you seen Bucky?" You ask, hopeful he knows the answer.

His lack of response causes you to become tense, your vision quickly changing from rapid movement among the herd of people to solely focusing on Sam. His face. It’s a look I’ve never seen before. At least, not with him.

"Sam...? Sam! Where's Bucky? Is...he okay?"

“Well technically yeah-“

“What do you mean by ‘technically’?”

Steve appeared next to Sam at some point, which wasn’t even noticed due to your tunnel vision on Sam.

“Hey y/n…” Steve says in a sort of stoic manner, having a hard time but forcing himself to look at you.

“What the fuck is going on?” Your patience is as thin as a strand of hair.

The two men exchange a worried glance between one another after Steve had a small moment to process the profanity.

“What is it?!” In any other situation, a 5’3 woman yelling up to Captain America himself might be funny. But not here. Not in this case.

They're still looking amongst one another searching for words. With an annoyed sigh, you push passed between Steve and Sam like an old western bar door with no sort of hinderance from them.

Looking in each clinical room as you lightly jog down the hallway, it's becoming harder to ignore the distressing looks on each persons face as you progress further. There is only one more place to look; the quarantine room.

Quarantine? Why is he secluded from everyone else?

Narrowing vision takes hold as your pulse starts to race faster the closer you get to the bright white room. It's clearly under intense surveillance but see through what looks like thick, clear glass. You let out a sigh of relief once Bucky comes into view. But he seems...different.

Bruce is also in the room with him, having what seemed a firm, yet concerned conversation that you cannot hear. Bucky is sitting completely upright on the exam table. While he is covered in purple bruises, some of them are already turning a dense yellow as a sign of healing. It seems as though he is barely listening to Dr. Banner, staring at the wall and straight through him. Bucky is wearing an expressionless face as he continues to not talk, his chest barely expanding as he breathes and hardly blinks.

You're taken aback; This is not the Bucky you know. Not the playful, kind and loving man that you have become accustomed to. Your jaw ever so slightly drops open at the sight and pure shock.

Without realizing, Natasha is standing at your side looking into the room as well.

"What happened out there, Natasha?" You ask softly. She takes a deep breath, her eyes not being taken off of Bucky for a millisecond.

"Hydra." She says plainly.

Turning your body to now face the Black Widow herself.

"Care to elaborate on that... I don't know, just a little?"

The sarcastic tone normally causes an overwhelming anxiety to be stored in the back compartment of your mind; Until you've had time to reflect. But when it comes to Bucky? Defense mode is instantly activated.

"They..." She sighs, still not looking away from him.

"They were somehow able to manipulate his mind. He's waiting...for orders."

Your brow furrows with worry and confusion as your eyes bounce between Bucky and Natasha.

"So... you're saying that..."

The words were impossible to form. There is no way. No way after years of working on redemption, and using every method possibly known to man to reverse anything and everything that Hydra instilled in his mind is still...there?

"I'm saying, Barnes is compromised. He has to stay in quarantine until we can be sure he's not a danger to anyone."

"That's it? That's all that you'll tell me?"

"That's all that we really know, y/n."

For the first time, Natasha looks at you with her traditional, unemotional gaze. There are many ways a person can react to such news. But this is hard, too hard, to accept.

Your blood starts boiling within your body. The heat congregates and pools in your cheeks as your hands tense into fists at your side.

"Bullshit!"

Her eyebrows raise and her eyes widen from your shout, but she doesn't move.

"Excuse me? What, you think that I am keeping something from you?" She responds, seeming the slightest bit annoyed.

"Yeah, Nat! What the actual fuck?! You two have been spending all this time together and have gotten so close and yet you know nothing about what actually happened?!"

The loudness and cracking of your voice catches the attention of some people in the hallway but they're polite enough to pretend as though they didn't. Behind your eyes starts to sting from the suppressed tears; refusing to once again blink in fear of letting them out.

Blame. Someone has to be held liable for this. And unfortunately, that's Natasha. She was the bearer of bad news and there has been this underlying, embarrassing tinge of jealousy. Although it's completely unwarranted.

"Finished?" She asks, flatly. Nat sighs as she crosses her arms as her shoulder leans against the glass, her attention solely on you.

"Are you that naive?"

Naive? The word itself feels like a slap across the face. You're left standing there, breathless for the first time in the conversation.

"I-..." You try to mumble, but it came out more like a sound than any attempt of a word.

"There's nothing going on between Barnes and I."

That's a relief and yet... kind of not really?

"You really have no idea, do you y/n?"

Nat unfolds her arms and pinches the bridge of her nose in frustration. She exhales deeply, maintaining composure as she falls back into her relaxed position against the window.

"Don't ask me why he would come to me of all people-"

You're finally getting an explanation and yet your eyes are drawn to Bucky as he sits on the exam table. His lips moving gently as he speaks with Bruce, his body stiff, his face emotionless, and his eyes seemingly....dead.

"The trip?" Natasha asks. "Upstate? Camping?"

She's spelling it out, but for some reason dot A is not connecting to dot B. Reluctantly, you look away from Bucky and back to Nat, almost becoming numb to the situation at hand. Annoyed, she blurts out;

"He was planning on proposing to you..."

Your world feels as though it is crashing down harder, faster. How is that even possible? The life that we planned, dreamed, and fought so hard for, is just gone? It's not fair. Life isn't always fair, but Bucky had his second chance. He completely turned his life around and chose you, loves you. Loved? The thought that his love for you is in the past is almost too much to bare.

Nat seemed to still be talking, but at this point it just sounds muffled; like being outside of a concert venue. Your vision wasn't focused on anything in particular, just out into the abyss of Bucky's new temporary home.

Bruce walking passed the window where you're standing brought you back to the moment. He and Bucky continued conversing as he was getting ready to exit the quarantine room when the two of you make eye contact. You felt stuck, as if your legs had been cemented to the floor.

Holding your breath, you wait to see what his reaction is. Will all his memories come flooding back? Is he that lost? Can he be pulled back from this corruption again?

Bruce opened the exam room door to leave; Bucky had a frantic look on his face although he did not get off the table.

"Banner!" He yelled out, his eyes staying locked on you.

Bucky jumps off of the exam table to be met with quick and strong Hulk hands holding him back as he struggles. Kicking, yelling, punching; it is his once abandoned darkness that is coming out.

There was no hiding the evident panic on your face. It's like a train wreck that you want nothing more than to look away from but can't.

This is too much.

Without realizing, there is a sudden warmness wrapped around your shoulder. Steve is now standing with you, watching along at your side as Bucky becomes undone.

In his swiftness to contain Bucky, Bruce had left the door open. You can hear the agony in his voice, the confusion, the rage. Looking down in defeat, Steve coaxes you to turn around.

"Let's get you upstairs, y/n." He says in a sorrowful tone.

You allow Steve to lead you, unable to form a coherent thought or even begin comprehending the situation. There are no words, no preparation in the world for something like this.

"Bruce!" Bucky yells as he continues to struggle. "Who is she?! Tell me! I know her! I KNOW HER!" His voice echoes down the hall and swarms around in your ears.

You aren't sure how you got home but honestly didn't care. The mind tends to just go through regular motions when something traumatic happens. It's your body's way of protecting itself. But laying in bed, you cannot help but fixate on the 8x10 frame with the picture of Bucky and yourself from your friend Elena's wedding from just a few months ago. Laughing happily and the camera happening to catch the moment. You're safely tucked into Bucky's arms as he smiles, looking down at you as if you were the only person in the world. In his world.

The most perfect candid...

The accurate depiction of your relationship...

The simplicity of love.

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Be My Valentine

Pairing: Bucky x female reader & Partial Bucky POV

Summary: Valentine's Day with Bucky

Warnings: Y/N, 18+, Cursing, Sexual content, Smut, Masturbation (F), Dominance kink, Teasing (F to M), Fluff, Angst.

Word Count: 2440

A/Ns:

-I know this Valentine's Day post is a little late...it was hard to think of an original idea without getting too over the top.

-I'd like to hear from the readers; Let me know what direction you would like this storyline to go. Life decisions, break up, kinks, family, etc.? There is no such thing as a bad idea!

-Last but not least, thank you for reading. It truly makes my day to interact with you all!

Previous Part

Master List

The one sided conversation has become indistinct as you keep glancing at your phone. It’s unlike Bucky to leave you on read, and on Valentine’s Day of all days. Your first one together at that. As soon as the phone screen goes dark on your desk, you instantly tap it to see if a notification has gone missed. It hasn’t.

“-I happen to have a date with leftover pizza. Maybe I’ll even treat myself to a pint of ice cream. What about you and Bucky?”

“Hm?” You answer, completely and obviously distracted. “Sorry…” Rubbing your face lightly to try and concentrate on the current moment. Sam sinks back in the couch of your office, laughing as he crosses his arms.

“You… Bucky… Valentine’s Day?” Sam says, trying to catch you up to the conversation with brief cliff notes.

“Oh! Um… no plans.” It’s hard to mask the slight disappointment. Sam’s eyebrow raises, intrigued.

“You mean to tell me… that he hasn’t planned anything?” He asks, slightly offended.

“Maybe it was different a 100 years ago.”

“Man…” Sam scoffs. “I’ll whoop that boys ass. Worst case, you’re always welcome to join me and the other singles in The Compound for pizza.”

You give Sam a polite smile as a ‘thank you’ for the invite. Hopefully you won’t have to take him up on it though. The thought is actually… unnerving.

“Same time next week, y/n?” Sam asks cordially as he stands up from the couch. You nod and smile.

“Enjoy your pizza.” You laugh, watching him walk out of your office.

Originally, ‘James Buchanan Barnes’ (so weird not calling him Bucky) was your initial patient and well… things developed, Tony thought it might be beneficial to do more sessions with Avengers that are veterans as well. Your newest clients are Sam, Rhodey, and even Steve.

As much as you try your best to suppress the emotions deep down inside, it's hard to ignore the feeling of disappointment. Maybe it slipped his mind? There are far more important things to worry about than an overpriced chocolate, expensive flowers that die within a day, strictly commercial, holiday.

And yet... What's wrong with a day to show a little extra love? This relationship is relatively new, maybe Bucky doesn't feel as though it's at that level just yet. Or, what if he thinks it wont ever reach that level at all? Your mind is racing as you hesitantly walk towards your shared apartment.

Standing at the front door, you're afraid to move. If you go inside and there is nothing, it's just another day, what does that mean? Is there even an 'us'? I understood what I was getting into. Maybe he isn't as emotionally available as you both thou-

The door suddenly opens. Bucky is now standing in the doorway, the dimmed lights of the apartment contrasting against his usual all black attire. The only hint of brightness being his pearly white smile.

"Hey..." You say, shyly. The anxiety is still buzzing around your skull like an aggravated beehive.

"Hey Sunshine." He replies, stepping forward and cupping your face with his warm right hand. "Happy Valentine's Day." He breathes, placing his forehead against yours, the smiling never disappearing from his face as he places the most gentle kiss on your lips.

He remembered.

Stepping back and to the side, Bucky places his arm across your lower back to delicately lead you inside. The sight at the end of the entrance way was something only a true romantic could have thought of. The entire apartment is illuminated with the warm glow of candles, too many to even count. On the floor was scattered red rose petals that even Alpine was enjoying swatting around. The delicate aroma of flowers surrounding you with each step that you take.

On the kitchen island where you two spend the majority of your time talking over his perfect pancakes and fresh squeezed orange juice in the morning, is an enormous bouquet of sunflowers accented with red roses.

I didn't even realize that they made flower arrangements so big.

One of the most rememberable moments from the beginning of your relationship popped into your head; 'Sunflowers for my sunshine'. You turn to look at Bucky, who is still smiling but with a hint of nervousness as he awaits your reaction. His hands rubbing one another to ease his nerves.

"I...hope you like it." He probes, his voice unsure of the gesture.

"Like it?" Your smile matches the bright one he opened the door with. "I love it..." Standing up on your toes to reach his height, you press your lips to his, trying to show your gratitude through the passionate kiss. Pulling back after a moment, you look into his eyes with a small amount of suppressed tears in them. "Thank you, Bucky. This is...amazing. You didn't have to do this."

"I wanted to. Besides, if I didn't Sam would have dug a six foot hole meant just for me." He laughs. If he only knew that Sam had basically said the same thing himself just a little while ago.

“Ok!” He claps his hands, which doesn’t have the typical sound you would expect; it’s more of a thud. “So…” Bucky excitedly strides over to the granite kitchen table top where the giant flower arrangement sits. He gestures towards two place settings that you had initially missed due to the vibrant bouquet that grabbed your attention. Each one has its own to-go coffee cup, and the plate in front of which you normally sit, has a giant cinnamon roll on it.

“I figured you might want some caffeine after work and well, you know how I feel about the coffee in this place.” Bucky let’s out a nervous laugh. “I asked the red head, at the café, Aly? I think that was her name… for your usual.”

He went out of his way to go back to the coffee shop where you each started opening up to one another. The same place where, unknowingly, you would let each other into the beginning of… this.

“You remembered?” You mumble. It wasn’t supposed to come out as a question, more of an audible astonishment.

“Of course I remember. Nothing has been the same since the day I first walked into your office, and I mean that in the best way possible.”

Is this real life? Is this what they describe in books and try to portray in movies? This… overwhelming feeling of your heart expanding to the point that it might explode? The wondering how you ever lived without this person? How is it possible that you two have lived in the same moment in time and not know that it was going to lead you both to right here? And you suddenly get it. This is it. This is what they mean when it is said that your world would stop spinning without this one. Your person. That instant shift where life as you once knew it was over and you were excited to see whatever was next.

You can feel the ridiculously cheesy smile pulling on your cheeks. The one that is so big, you imagine that you look like a horse. "Thank you. This is seriously the...nicest thing anyone has ever done for me." And it's true. It is apparent here that the feelings are mutual, what else could you possibly ask for?

"And!" Bucky exclaims, taking a few steps back and motioning to the stove, which already has multiple pots steaming from their lids. "I'm cooking you dinner." He smirks, he knows just how much you love anything that he puts out from the kitchen.

“OoOoOo!! Whatcha making?” You sit down at your designated seat, picking up your latte and taking a quick sip. Mmm

“Classic Italian sauce and meatballs over pasta. I think I finally got the right amount of spices, I think that you’re really going to like it.”

Picking a few pieces off of the infamous cinnamon roll, you smile again.

“I can’t wait.”

They always said a way to a man's heart is through his stomach. I don't know if I would necessarily agree. Sure, I'm old fashioned in the sense that I grew up with a stay at home mother and a hardworking father. But the satisfaction of nourishing someone you care about, taking into consideration of what they like and dislike, and the warmth it can bring to them both physically and emotionally? I'm all for it. Food, or in this case, coffee was the first interaction I've had with the real world that wasn't revolved around a mission or thinking of how I could try and get others to see that the Winter Soldier was a part of what I was made into, but not who I am.

It wasn't difficult to try and think of something to do on Valentine's Day for y/n. While she can be an overthinker, she is a simple woman that can find a bright side to almost anything. The light in any darkness. My Sunshine.

Finishing dinner, I cannot help but turn sideways in the chair, leaning against the counter listening to her talk about her day. It's adorable how animated she is, using her hands to emphasize every part like a typical New Yorker. Y/N has the faintest blush in her cheeks that hasn't left from the moment I opened our door. I know I should be paying more attention to what she is saying, but I can't help taking in all of her beauty. She is the most perfect, fascinating woman on this planet. I still don't understand how she has opened her life, and her heart, to me- Probably the least deserving man.

"Earth to Bucky?? You're doing the staring thing again." She says, giggling. It's my second favorite sound of hers.

"Sorry," I say, shaking my head. "Got distracted for a moment."

"Ya' know...that's not very super soldier of you." She's being playful.

"You're right. I'm sorry- How can I make it up to you?"

"Hmm..." Y/N looks around, pretending to be thinking intensely. "I could think of a few ways."

"In that case, there is one last thing for you in the bedroom."

Her eyes instantly widen with anticipation along with an excited smile.

"You don't say?" She keeps glancing over at the bedroom. I can't help but reflect the smile and shared enthusiasm.

"I'll give you a minute. But only one." I don't think that I even fully finished the sentence before she jumped out of her seat and scurried into the bedroom.

Never leaving a moment unwasted, I start to clean up the kitchen. Cleaning, always cleaning. It brings me some sort of...contentment. A routine that I have welcomed with open arms after so many years of chaotic inconsistency. The pathway of petals along the floor is making my eye twitch. Out of my peripheral view, I see Alpine’s white fur starting to become spotted as she rolls around in the red rose petals. Chuckling I shake my head,

“Don’t get too used to it, pretty girl. It will all be gone by the morning.” I lean down, giving her a quick pat on the head with my right hand.

Keeping it in place, she gets up and starts casually coasting to feel my touch along her back. Turning around once I’m at the tip of her tail, Alpine then motions towards my left hand. She presses her cheek into my fingers, purring gently. I know what it should feel like, but due to the arm from hell, I physically cannot feel anything in it's entirety. The only reminder that it is even real is the scar tissue built up around the metal that's always numb, like a hand that's asleep. But that cat has never judged me.

Speaking of the only human that has never judged me... I'm back on my feet, realizing it has been more than one minute since y/n left the room.

"Y/N?" I call, but no response. The trained assassin inside me automatically jumps to the conclusion that there is danger. Breathe. It's safe here. She's safe, with me.

While actively trying to pace myself, I still get into the bedroom faster than I'd like to admit. Only to be met with the most beautiful, perfect sight I have ever seen.

She found the short black satin gown I had laid out for her. Not only did she put it on, but was in the middle of the bed propped up on one elbow- legs wide while she used her free hand to touch herself. I’m frozen in place.

“You’re gawking, Bucky…” Her tone is soft, seductive. Biting softly on her bottom lip, looking dead straight into my eyes- actually my soul- as she inserts her middle finger into herself. The surrounding fingers work collectively together to spread her folds apart, for my viewing pleasure.

“I-“ What do I say? What can I say? I’m in the presence of a fucking goddess.

“Come here…” y/n beckons, her breathing starting to become labored. Like a siren in the sea, I am completely transfixed and willing to follow her into the unknown.

My brain hasn’t even fully registered what she had said before my legs were leading me to the bed. Scooting to the edge, her legs draping off of the side while still remaining completely open, inviting me in as I drop to my knees on the floor before her. Ready to give myself over and follow every command.

I can feel her hands running into my hair, nails gently guiding the motion as she pulls me in close. With a deviant look in her eyes, her tongue flicks once across my lips. Fuck… She knows exactly what she is doing.

The warmth of her hands running down my side obliques give me the chills. I'm excited, anxious even. In one quick, smooth motion, y/n's removed my shirt and straddled herself into my lap on the floor. Her hips grind down against me, leaving me in agony.

"I-"

A pointer finger is now assertively placed on my lips as she coos, "Shhh." My body is fighting it's hardest to not be so fidgety.

"Longing...."

What?

"Rusted...."

I-

"Seventeen...."

What is she-

"Daybreak...."

She knows this won't work

"Furnace..."

Do I stop-

"Nine..."

Should I-

"Benign...."

Do I even want to-

"Homecoming...."

Where is this going?

"One..."

Um-

"Freight car..."

She stops. Smirking as her finger traces along my collar bone.

"Soldier?" Her voice is alluring. It clicks. She wants to roleplay and I am more than happy to jump at that gratification.

"Ready to comply." I sit, smirking, waiting for my full instructions.

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whitexwolfxx310 · 1 year

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New Years Eve 2/2

Pairing: Bucky x female reader

Summary: You spend New Years Eve with Bucky at a big event which your ex happens to also be attending.

Warnings: Y/N, 18+, Cursing, **Graphic sexual content**, Smut, Oral (M to F), sexual asphyxiation, slightly physical encounter with ex, jealousy, edging.

Word Count: 4895

Gif: Credit goes to buck-n-cap & lowkeysebastianstan

A/Ns: This is the second part to my New Years Eve post. Thank you all so much for reading! If you want to be added to the Taglist, just let me know!

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Today has been kind of a big deal and it’s far from over. It’s a declaration of your relationship with Bucky going public, even in front of your own father who has made it very clear that he disapproves.

Standing in the lobby of the elaborate hotel, you catch of glimpse of your reflection in the glass door. You smooth the sides of your long, simple, burgundy dress. Turning from side to side slowly seeing how the gown accentuates your hourglass figure. A coolness on your bare lower back causes you to suck in a breath through your teeth.

"You look beautiful." Bucky reassures as his warm breath grazes against your ear. Your cheeks instantly blush from the embarrassment. "Also," He starts, "I got us a room." Pulling back slightly from him, smirking and raising an eyebrow at the forwardness, his nose scrunches with an amused laugh. "Not what I meant. But I like your thinking." He says, planting a gentle kiss on your temple.

"Hey, Buck!" Both of you become aware of Steve and Peggy. "Wow, you guys look great!" Steve says energetically. God, it's like night and day with Bucky and Steve. The men greet each other with a small hug and firm pat on the back. Stepping forward, you acknowledge Peggy with a small kiss on the cheek.

"You look...wow. Peggy, you look fantastic!" You say, astonished by her classic, yet sophisticated, look. The bright red lipstick matches her dress, which accents her pale skin and dark brown pin curled hair.

“Likewise.” Peggy smiles “Good to see you, Y/N.”

“And Steve… handsome as always.” You say as you reach up to give him a friendly hug. He smiles, taking Peggy’s hand.

“Let’s head in, don’t want to be late.” As the couple starts to walk off, Bucky smirks and rolls his eyes.

“With out without the suit, he’s always Captain America.” He laughs, placing his hand around your waist, bringing you in nice and close as you walk into the party room.

The night is still young and reserved. Everyone is being cordial and polite. Give it about an hour or so when they’re all a few drinks in and it will be a different story.

It’s not a traditional party with decorations, it’s very organized and structured with speeches and awards, etc. The only type of display to distinguish what type of event you’re attending is the memorial board on an easel with the stone faced, uniformed pictures of those who have died. While you’re trying to actively avoid looking at it, you keep side eyeing it looking for your brother Luke’s picture.

For once, you’re the one who has the tight jawline. A gentle rub on your upper arm reminds you to try and relax, that you aren’t alone. You glance up at Bucky, attempting to smile. “Thank you.” You say softly.

“I know this isn’t easy for you. I appreciate you being here with me. ‘Till the end of the line, sunshine.” He says, giving a small wink along with a smile. And just like that you feel as though you could just melt onto the floor. For more reasons than one…

As soon as you feel the uneasiness drift away, it comes crashing back full force as you spot your parents talking with someone. Already knowing where they were, Bucky plants a small kiss on the top of your head. “You can’t avoid them forever. C’mon.” He gently encourages but waits for you to make a move. Taking a determined, deep breath you make your way over to them. If it weren’t for Bucky by your side, you wouldn’t have the courage to confront them.

Your steps become smaller the closer that you get, but he’s with you every single step along the way. Clearing your throat to get their attention, you give them a polite smile. Moms eyes instantly light up at the sight of you, reaching down to match the big smile from the corners of her mouth.

“Oh, honey!” Taking a few quick steps forward she quickly embraces you. Awkwardly, you hug her back, not letting go of Bucky. Not even for a second. The notion grabs your fathers attention, but it doesn’t seem to phase him. He nods slightly in acknowledgement, but nothing more. A part of you feels instantly crushed, knowing that he is still holding onto the last conversation the two of you had. About your life. About your choices. About Bucky.

“Dad.” You give him a small hello in return. His lips are a tight, thin line as he glances Bucky over.

“Sir.” Bucky says, holding his right black gloves hand out for a hand shake. Dad indulges, but most likely for appearances sake. A flash of amusement crosses Dads face, instantaneously making you feel as though you’re going to be sick.

“James.” He greets, his attention drawn to behind the both of you. “We were actually just catching up with Christopher.”

Christopher. You have to remind yourself to breathe as you turn around. And there he is. Fuck. Tall, dirty blonde hair, tan, green eyes that stand out even more so with his olive green class A’s and the obligatory Army crew cut.

“Hey, Y/N. It’s been a long time.” Chris steps in to hug you and your body goes completely stiff, not moving an inch, holding your breath. Bucky is looking between you and Chris, instantly understanding that this isn’t necessarily a happy reunion. Bucky’s eyes narrow as Chris steps back into his place, also putting his hand out to shake his as well.

“Nice to meet you, Christopher.” Bucky practically spits out as he looks him dead in the eyes.

“Sergeant Barnes.” Chris returns the same slender gaze along with a smirk as he puts his hands into Bucky’s. After an extended moment, Chris goes to pull away his hand but is met with Bucky’s gloved left hand closing over both their fists. Right away Chris flinches, the vibranium hand enclosing their hands just a little too hard.

“Hey guys!” Steve gets everyone’s attention as he walks up. Bucky and Chris hands fall to their side, looking like two children that were caught fighting over a toy. “How’s everyone doing tonight?” Steve smiles. Always the peacekeeper. He places his hand on Bucky’s shoulder. “I was just about to head to the bar. Would you two like to join Peggy and I for a round?”

“Sounds great!” You chime in, locking arms with Bucky and follow Steve to the bar where Peggy is sitting with a round of drinks. Grabbing the one that looks the strongest, you slam it back instantly. Everyone is quiet, looking between themselves extremely confused. You then feel a soft hand on your shoulder.

“Are you alright, Y/N?” Steve asks, concerned.

“I’m fine! Totally and completely fine!” Your voice comes out way too high pitched and is utter bullshit. Bucky and Steve exchange a nervous look between each other as you finish another one of the drinks. You can feel the tension, so much so that you could cut through it with a knife.

“So… are you going to tell me what is going on?” Bucky asks, his tone flat. His concern comes out in the form of resorting back to shutting down. The fact he hasn’t been dragged out of here kicking and screaming is already progress. In the words of Bucky: ‘Fight first, questions later…. Maybe.’

“So um-“ you start, taking in a deep breath. “Chris is, I mean… was, my brothers best friend.” There seems to be a collective understanding nod within the group. “He made it back and Luke just… didn’t.”

Bucky’s face softens at the realization, now knowing that Chris is a constant reminder of your older brother who is gone.

“But…he’s also my ex.” You’re holding your breath as Bucky continues to look into your eyes, no reaction whatsoever. Peggy’s fire engine red lips purse out as she stands up from the bar.

“Looks like we’re in need of more drinks. Steve?” She beacons for him to come with her, leaving you two alone to talk.

“What?” Bucky asks, cocking his head slightly to the side. He still hasn’t blinked. Or moved. Or even fucking breathed.

“It just didn’t work out between us. We all knew each other since we were kids. Him and my brother grew up together, enlisted together, deployed together-“

“And had you in common as well.” He says, matter of factly as he still remains calm. Which actually is the scariest part. Is he… jealous?

“Bucky…” You start, placing your hand over his. “I don’t care about him. He is nothing to me. His presence just brings back painful memories.”

He just sits, staring into your eyes, looking for a glimmer of lies. But, it won’t be found. Because this is, in fact, the truth. This is it. This is the moment where Bucky’s growth is put to the test. His reaction is everything. His jaw shifts slightly as his tongue runs across his top teeth, his lips still firmly pressed closed. He’s trying. He’s trying his best to keep his cool. You’re still holding your breath as you wait. Wait for him to explode. Wait for him to say that you two are done. Wait for him to walk out of this building, go under the radar as the Winter Soldier and never be heard from again. You’re mind is already racing at the thought of possibly losing him over something so trivial- but he takes a deep breath in through his nose.

“It’s in the past.” He murmurs. And, as if a lightbulb turned on, it suddenly makes sense. Bucky has tried now for many years to let go of what was, it would be hypocritical to hold something against you. A sigh of relief escapes from your mouth.

“But-“ he starts, making you hold your breath again. “I’m not above kicking his ass.” He’s smirking, but the truth of the matter is… he would and not think twice.

“Bucky!” You lightly slap his hand in a playful gesture. Suddenly, Steve and Peggy are back with more than just a few appreciated drinks.

“How about we find our seats.” Steve suggests “Ladies first.” He steps to the side, allowing you to walk side by side with Peggy. You give him a thankful smile as you get up from your seat at the bar. Bucky and Steve hang back for just a moment, talking low to one another so that they can only hear the conversation. Steve grips and ruffles Bucky’s shoulder, giving him an encouraging nudge.

After getting to your assigned table, the award ceremonies and long speeches start to blend together. Thankfully, there’s a never ending circling of servers so the drinks never stay too empty for long. Your attention gets drawn to your left thigh, where there is a warm hand gently caressing. You look to the left where Bucky is sitting next to you, being met with a small smile trying to disguise his concern. In return you mimic his smile to hide your uneasiness.

A familiar voice starts to ring through the speakers strategically placed through out the room so everyone is able to hear the person speaking. Dad. Swallowing down what feels like a rock in your throat as you watch him start to address the crowd for the next award, you look between your father and Bucky. Suddenly feeling antsy and unable to sit any longer, your hands smooth down your dress on your thighs.

"I'll um- I'll be right back." You say as you quickly get up from the table.

"Y/N..." Bucky says sympathetically as he moves to get up as well.

"It's fine." He stops midway, frozen in a squat position, as he struggles internally to be there for you but also respect your boundaries.

"Really..." You lean down, planting a small kiss on his lips. "I'm just going to freshen up." He places his hand on yours, reluctant to let go as you go to move away.

Walking out of the ballroom and into the main corridor to catch your breath, you feel a slight pull on your hand from behind.

"I said I was fi-..." Turning around expecting Bucky to have followed you, but instead you're now standing face to face with your ex. "Chris?" You say in repulsion.

"I know, I know. I just wanted to see how you're doing with everything." His tone is soft, concerned even. You scoff as you try to pull your hand away.

"How I'm doing? W-What? Let go of me!" You insist, trying to pull back, but he doesn't let go.

"Listen, Y/N. I know we didn't end on the best of terms, and I'm sorry I didn't reach out to you after Luke died-"

"Don't you dare talk to me about my brother!" You spit out, still trying to get your wrist out from his grasp. "I said...Let g-"

"I just want you to understand…" Christopher's grip is now getting firmer around your wrist to hold you in place. "It was hard for me too and I just didn't know what to say-"

"What part of 'let fucking go' are you not understanding?!" You yell, struggling to get out of his grasp.

"I'm here now! We can honor his memory…together! It’s what he would have wan-" Chris stops mid-sentence, realizing that a third person has placed their hand over his. He looks away from you to be met eye to eye with Bucky, who's vibranium hand is now clasped over his. This is probably the only time you'll be thankful for how stealth-like he can be.

"You heard her.” Bucky says, with an eerily calm tone which is met with no response. “Let her…the fuck…go.” He enunciates.

Christopher’s eyes narrow, not blinking as he grinds his teeth, thinking about how he wants to handle the situation. Your eyes dart between the two men, your wrist still held in place. Chris’s brows furrow as the grip around your wrist tighter, causing you to suck in a sharp breath between your teeth.

“Okay then.” Bucky says, matter of factly. Within what seems to be a blink of an eye, you’re free and now standing behind Bucky who has placed himself between you and Chris.

“Look, Barnes. I don’t want any trouble…” Christopher says, his tone less confident than before.

“Trouble will follow any man that puts his unwanted hand on a woman. Now go. I’m sure you’re next in line for some bullshit speech or medal.” Bucky says, assertively.

The air is thick and tense as the stare down between Bucky and Chris continues, knowing that even the slightest twitch would send them into a brawl. The question is, would Christopher be stupid enough to go toe to toe with a super soldier? Chris’s eyes move passed Bucky to make eye contact with you, which instantly makes you look away from how uncomfortable it feels.

Suddenly, Chris turns on his heels and heads back into the main ballroom. He has always been more concerned with appearances and will not do anything to jeopardize his career. Bucky doesn’t move until he’s out of sight, turning around and looking you up and down concerned.

“Are you okay?” He asks, not getting closer but gently takes your wrist, inspecting it.

“I’ll be fine.” You mutter, unable to look at him, your stomach still tied up in an enormous knot from the encounter. Bucky continuously looks you up and down, letting out a long sigh.

“Let’s find somewhere quiet. Somewhere private?” He suggests, and you nod slightly in agreement.

Bucky’s hand gently wraps around your waist, pulling you softly into his side as he leads you down the hall. You can’t but help but notice out of the corner of your eye, Steve had been standing there the entire time. Ready to have Bucky’s back, just as he always has.

Your head is spinning. What would have happened if Bucky didn’t intervene? Why did Chris want to have this conversation now, of all places? Was my father somehow behind this because of his dislike for Bucky? Would he really go that far? This is so embarra-

“This is us.” Bucky’s soft voice interrupts the never ending questions running through your mind. He takes out a plastic card, swiping it into the door. A small light beeps and turns green, allowing access. Opening the door, Bucky allows you to go into the room first, following closely behind and locks the door. The hotel room. You didn’t realize where he was leading you due to the rapid thinking.

Taking a few steps into the room, you glance around. On the king sized bed is two carryall bags; one for you and one for Bucky. He must have packed for both of us ahead of time, prepared for what was supposed to be a romantic night, turned into this. Looking out the large window at the dark city scenery, you smooth your dress down along your thighs; a nervous habit you’ve developed over time. Turning around, you find Bucky still standing close to the door, arms crossed and looking you over. You let out a long sigh as you take a few steps forward, unsure of what to say.

“Do you want to talk about it?” His tone is soft and slightly confused. Talking isn’t something that he is necessarily used to. The only person he has ever been willing to put everything on the line for, is Steve. This is new territory. For him. For you. For us.

“Not really.” You reply, honestly. Taking a few small steps forward, Bucky mirrors the motion. You place the side of your head on his chest, wrapping your arms around him as you do so. He returns the notion, placing his chin on top of your head as his arms wrap around you entirely. The warmth, comfort, and protection is more than welcomed. His arms are the safest place in the world.

Pulling your head back to look up into his eyes, you still need to stand on your tippy toes to plant your lips on his. His tall frame leans down to meet yours. The soft kiss starts as a way of saying thank you, showing gratitude for him being there for you. But it quickly turns into necessity, needing Bucky in every sense of the word. Your arms unwrap from around his torso, reaching gently to cup each side of his face as you pull him more to you. His hands on the small, bare part of your lower back, pressing you slightly more into his body.

“Get me out of this dress.” You demand between kisses. He pulls back a bit in surprise.

“Y/N… I don’t know if-“

“Shut up. And get me out of this dress, Bucky.” You say, sternly. Taking his right hand in yours, and placing it right at the zipper. Giving in, he pulls it down slowly. You shimmy slightly to shake the dress onto the floor, you’re now left in a black lace bra, and a matching black lace garter belt g-string clipped down to black thigh highs.

“You’re killing me here…” Bucky says, eyeing your body in the lingerie.

“I want you to fuck me.” You say, confidently. You’ve reached that level in your relationship that you can be crystal clear about what each of you want.

“I-“ He strains. Also hungry the same desire, but at the same time not wanting to feel as though he is taking advantage of your vulnerability. In return, you aggressively unbutton his fitted black suit jacket, bringing it down his shoulders and arms and it falls to the floor. You take his right hand and sensually remove the glove, also discarding it to the floor. When you take his left hand, he is more reluctant. Still self conscious of his vibranium arm when not using it for its original intention. Lightly sterner this time, you take his hand and also take off that glove. The coolness to the touch instantly gives your body goosebumps. You once again take his right hand, gently kissing the pad of each finger while looking up into his eyes. The flicker of more than usual craving ignited in his eyes.

You pull him closer by the buckle of his belt, eagerly undoing it along with his dress pants, leaving them to collapse to the floor. Bucky’s hands instantly find your waist, pulling you in to show his lust through kissing. Firmly, you unbutton his dress shirt, leaving him in only in a gray undershirt and matching boxer briefs. Your hand slips down between the heat of your bodies, cupping his growing bulge. He releases a deep breath, moan combination at your touch.

His reaction causes a surge of frenzied dopamine to be released. Your hand grips him just a little harder, moving it forward and back in rhythm with the aching throbbing deep in your core. Sensing the growing intensity, Bucky lifts you up into his arms, coaxing your legs to wrap around the trunk of his body. You oblige, your arms wrapping around his neck as well. Maintaining the fierce kiss, he pulls your body more into his own. Feeling your body’s press more into each other forces the urgency of him being inside you grow exponentially.

Taking a few steps towards the bed, Bucky lays you down, now hovering over you. His hips compress down into yours, causing your back to arch up into his chest and a small whimper to escape. Propped up on his left arm, his right hand grazes the curves of your body, leaving an anguished trail behind. Bucky's lips migrate from yours and down your neck. His deep breathing in your ear pulsates through your body, syncing with the gnawing, and growing, passion. He sits back on his knees, between your legs with an astonished look on his face.

"What?" You ask, laughing. He shakes his head, rubbing the palms of his hands on top of your knees, moving them up your thigh slightly on both sides, his fingers flicking against the straps against the thigh highs.

"You are just..." His eyes ricochet between different areas of your body. "So fucking beautiful." The statement makes you blush, gently biting your bottom lip in anticipation.

Bucky's tongue brushes across the front of his lips. He then takes hold of your hips, pulling you down to the edge of the bed. His hands only leave your body for a moment, pulling off his shirt and tossing it onto the floor. Staring up into his eyes, you start to become more restless, grinding your hips down into the cotton comforter. He leans over your body, meshing his lips eagerly into yours. While face to face, Bucky pulls down his briefs half way, allowing them to remain on his thighs.

Standing up, his chest is already rising and falling rapidly. Using his pointer finger, he hooks it into the bottom of your panties, pulling them to the side. While keeping the fabric in place, he bends down, his metal arm gripping your thigh as he places his tongue flat against your opening. Just pressing the wet warmth against you send a lightening bolt through your body. He drags his tongue up...and then down. Once, twice, and then pulls away. The instant chill and lack of stimulation leave you disgruntled. But he quickly rips the fabric he had been holding to the side, exposing you to him fully.

He brings his hand up to his mouth, spitting onto his fingers before rubbing the head of himself. He presses against you, only a few millimeters in, and you both suck in a sharp breath, already being able to tell just how narrow you are.

"Oh god..." Bucky's head tilts back slightly in gratification. "You're so tight..." He acknowledges, slowly pressing into you, deeper and deeper.

When pleasure is this fierce, it can cause your body to spasm. Almost as if it's too much to handle and tries to escape. But he doesn't let you. Tenderly, he takes your legs and rests them against his shoulders, kissing the inside of your ankle as you writhe softly underneath him. It doesn't take long to conform around him. He draws himself almost all the way out and then presses back in. Your body squirms in response, moaning as your way of demanding more. Bucky's hips glide in and out, also putting an extra thrust against your g-spot once he's fully in.

"Mmm..." You moan into a deep breath as your eyes slightly roll back. Once you make eye contact with Bucky again, he's smiling. Knowing that he can satisfy you in every meaning of the word.

Letting go of your legs, he falls forward, bracing himself on the bed, hovering while still inside you. He presses his forehead into yours, looking into your eyes as his hips collide into your own.

"Say it." He requests, but your slightly confused. No need for you to say anything, because as if he can read your mind, he responds:

"Tell me I'm the only one..." He breathes. "Tell me that you're mine."

"I'm yours." You indulge, truthfully. "Always." It comes out as a whisper. Within that moment, you press your lips up into his. He hungerly kisses you in return.

Pulling back slightly, but not pulling out, he continues to hover. His cool, metal fingertips outlining your collarbone. Bucky raises his eyebrows, not needing to say what he's thinking out loud. Without hesitation, you nod in approval. He's slightly taken aback by your answer but eager to indulge.

"Let me know if it's too much." Bucky holds your gaze as the palm of his left hand flattens at the base of your neck.

"I trust you."

And with that he slides his hand slightly forward, placing your neck between his thumb and pointer finger. Gradually, the grip gets tighter. But Bucky continually searches your face, looking for any sort of discomfort. The additional pressure along with his quickening rhythm, put you into a state of euphoria. The most perfect, metallic ice necklace. Each stroke ripples through your body, intensifying with each passing second. You've been holding your climax off, edging yourself intentionally so that you can orgasm together. Although, it is apparent that it is becoming more and more difficult for you both.

"Do you want me to come?" He asks, loudly enough to be heard over the sounds of body slapping intertwined with moaning and heavy breathing.

"I'm ready." It comes out as a plead.

"How much?" He grins.

“As much as you can.” You whisper, giving him a small smirk in return.

He let's go of your neck, bracing himself on the bed with both arms now. His dewy chest creating friction against yours as he quickens his pace just a little more. Your nails dig into his back, scratching down a little harder than you care to admit. But, something tells you that he really doesn't mind all that much. Bucky is moaning into your ear, the most gratifying sound, as you feel warmth start to fill inside of you. It instantly sends you over the edge, contracting around him in quick intervals of pure ecstasy. The world stops when the two of you are together. This just feels so right, so perfect. Regardless of what some people say, it's meant to be.

Laying together in bed, coming down from cloud nine, your leg is draped over his. Your fingers slowly trace the damp, defined lines of his muscles. His chin rests gently on the top of your head, breathing deeply as he resonates in the moment. In the distance, you can hear loud voices. You and Bucky look at each other, and then at the phone on the nightstand, laughing in understanding. Even across the hotel and away from the ballroom, you can hear the collective

Ten....Nine....Eight....Seven....Six....Five....Four....Three....Two....One. Happy New Year!

Using his pointer finger, Bucky lifts your chin up to give you a kiss.

"That is one hell of a way to bring in the new year." He laughs.

"Yeah..." You giggle a little. Looking at him, in this moment, this beautiful moment, it slips out. "Would it be super cliché if I said 'I love you'?"

His eyes widen. Oh no.

"I-" You sit up, scrambling for a bed sheet to cover yourself so that you aren't exposed physically. Just emotionally. "I'm sorry. It-It's too much." Shaking your head in embarrassment, clinging to the sheet that is masking your chest, unable to look anywhere aside from down at the bed.

"Hey..." Bucky says, tenderly as he sits up in the bed. His hand palms your face gently, coaxing you to look at him. "It may be the first time that you're saying 'I love you' to me, but just know that I will never grow tired of hearing it." He's smiling affectionately as his thumb grazes against the side of your mouth. "Would it be completely predictable to say 'I love you too'? Because I do, Y/N. You have made this old man the happiest he has ever been and ever expected to be. You are everything I could have dreamed of and more."

Squealing in excitement, you drop the sheet and quickly hop into his lap. Kissing him once again behind teary eyes.

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whitexwolfxx310 · 1 year

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Found this and absolutely loved! Had to share with my fellow Bucky fans 🦾⭐️

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New Year's Eve (1/2)

Pairing: Bucky x female reader

Summary: Bucky asks for you to accompany him to a big event. Your response is yes, but only if he'll do the same for you.

Warnings: Y/N, picture fluff x 100...and then add more fluff. Talk of future; families, marriage, etc. Feeling like you're behind on life's milestones. And babies. Lot's of baby stuff in this post!

Word Count: 3700

Gif: Credit goes to @wintersldiers-archieve

A/Ns: This is a New Year's Eve post...Part 1/2. Thank you all so much for reading! If you want to be added to the Taglist, just let me know!

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The chime from the dryer sings it’s ‘all done’ tune. Taking a laundry basket, you open the dryer and pull out the hot, lavender scented towels. You bring the basket over to the kitchen Island counter, using the large flat surface to fold the towels. About two towels in, you notice Bucky. He’s pacing back and forth across the living room. This isn’t typical of him. Normally he’s very calm under pressure so something must be really bothering him. As far as the tightened jawline and lack of expression go, that’s pretty normal.

“Bucky?” You ask, trying to get his attention. He instantly stops in his tracks but still seems distracted.

“Hmm?” He responds. You roll your eyes.

“What’s wrong?” Your tone is soft, encouraging. Getting him to open up has always been one of his downfalls. It has taken almost a year of knowing each other just to etch the very surface that is Bucky.

Sighing, he takes a step forward. “I… have a favor to ask.” His voice sounds… uneasy.

“Yeah, anything. What’s up?” Your hands smooth over the newly folded towel once before giving him your completely undivided attention. It’s easy to tell that he’s not used to asking for something. He normally just handles it himself or has an entire chain of command he has to thoroughly explain himself to. The fact that you would do anything for him, no explanation needed, was something he definitely didn’t expect.

“I mean if we have to hide a body, I can’t know any specific details. If anyone came around here questioning anything my anxiety would take over and I’ll blab everything.” You laugh lightly at your own joke. This doesn’t seem to ease him, so you step around the counter, meeting him in the living room. You place your hand gently against his left elbow. The coolness is something I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of. “What’s going on?” This time, it comes out concerned.

Bucky takes a deep breath, finally being able to look at you. “Ok… here it goes.” Now he’s holding his breath? “I have a… thing to go to. I was wondering if you would be my date?” He asks, still uneasy.

“You don’t have to ask. I’ll be your date to anything.” The response is in complete flattery. Of course I’d be his date… anywhere, anytime.

“That’s the thing…” He starts, his right hand reaching to scratch the back of his head anxiously. “I didn’t know if I would even be back from the mission in time, so I didn’t think to ask you before-“ He's rambling, but you cut him off.

“Hey…” Your voice is softer now, you hand moving from his arm to gently place it on his cheek. “Whatever it is, I’m here for you.” The more this continues getting drawn out, the more nervous you become.

“I have… a military ball this Saturday. I know it’s New Years Eve but I was hoping that you would still say yes?”

“Um. Yes, yes, and did I say, yes?” The excitement in your voice is obvious. Your mind starts instantly racing with a mental checklist of things you’ll need to do in the next few days: Hair, nails, dress with accessories, etc.

“Well… before you say yes.” There’s a catch? “I want to be upfront with you.” Uh huh… open communication, we can talk through it. “It’s for my old division, the 107th.”

“Okay? And?” You’re becoming more confused with each spoken word.

“And…” he sighs. “All soldiers, passed and present are invited. We also honor The Fallen.”

There it is. Now you understand why this was so difficult for him to ask. Not only will Bucky be invited, but Steve, and your father, and your brother Luke will be honored.

“Oh.” Was all you could manage to respond. Bucky is looking around your face, seeing if there��s any indication of uneasiness from you.

“Um… yeah. We can do that.” This time, it didn’t seem as enthusiastic. But, he did look somewhat relieved. “But!” The panic is back on his face as if he were slapped. “Only if you accompany me to something as well?”

“Anything.” He’s trying in the worst way to not seem nervous, but it’s not working. Relationships are about compromise after all, aren’t they?

“I have an event as well.” He visibly relaxes a little. But you’re about to make him uncomfortable again. “I got invited to… a co-ed baby shower. Would you mind… coming with me?” Now you’re the one who is coming across at anxious. This is a stupid question. Of all people, of all events, why would Bucky ever agree to going to something like this?

“Of course.” He agrees, no rebuttal at all. Which is… surprising?

“I need your help shopping for a present too.” You’re smiling, looking up at him with puppy dog eyes, knowing he can’t refuse.

Smiling and then placing a soft kiss on your forehead, he whispers, “Let’s get ready and go.”

Walking through a mall with Bucky is as entertaining as you thought it would be. It’s as if you sprung your grandpa from the retirement home. His facial expressions as he takes in his surroundings is priceless. The overly large posters from the floor to the ceiling of models in lingerie, young girls walking around in crop tops, the amount of skin and piercings being shown off. It only took about two minutes of being in the building before he focused just to have tunnel vision and ignore the overwhelming culture shock. Not that seeing him uncomfortable was entertaining, but you could just tell he was itching to give the ‘back in my day’ speech.

“Okay. Here we are!” Stopping short, you lock arms with Bucky and turn both of your bodies to the store on the right. The giant periwinkle colored ‘BABY’ sign above the entrance way was intimidating enough. As you go to walk in, he stays in place. You realize you'll have to coax him a little bit. This is a place most women love and every man dreads.

He reluctantly follows you into the store, staying on top of your heels as if he were a child afraid to get separated from their parent. If the giant sign out front wasn’t terrifying enough, the pregnant women, friend groups gushing over how cute it is that a bow matches this onesie, or what does it mean to have different sized bottle nipples, definitely did it.

It’s funny in the sense that this man has gone toe to toe in war, against/for The Avengers, and the Big Three: Aliens, androids, and wizards, and yet, the visual of baby blankets and stuffed animals stops him cold in his tracks.

“You okay?” You ask, nudging him lightly.

Shaking head to snap himself from the unnerving sight, he looks at you giving a small side smile.

“Yeah…” he starts, scratching the back of his head. “I never imagined myself in a place like this.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean…” he sighs. “A family was always something that I wanted, but it wasn’t in the cards for me I guess.” His tone is sad, sorrowful, even regretful.

“Never say never.” You hold onto one on his gloved hands, giving it a small, reassuring squeeze. Not letting the moment linger too long, you return the smile, intertwining your fingers with his. “To the boy department!” You declare.

The amount of all things that is baby is overwhelming to you and this is something you consider exciting. You keep looking at Bucky from the corner of your eye, waiting for the freak out moment. But it doesn’t happen. Even though you’re in what seems like a never ending sea of blue and green puppies, frogs, and dinosaurs, a part of you indulges in the guilty pleasure.

“How about these?” You turn your attention to Bucky, who is now holding a tiny clothes hanger with three separate onesies. Looking at each one, you notice that it stands out from the rest. They’re neutral tones, tan, brown, and off white with different designs of teddy bears.

“Maybe not…” Frowning, he moves to put them back.

“Wait!” You grab his hand holding the outfits. “It’s adorable. I’m just surprised that you picked something, that’s all.”

Bucky shakes his head, smiling. “Everyone always assumes I’m afraid of kids. I love kids, I’m just very cautious around them.” He says, matter of factly. Gazing over his left hand so swiftly that it’s barely noticeable, you realize that he still does not fully trust himself with the vibranium arm. “I will admit though, the amount of stuff you need to have a baby these days is just… wow.” His eyes are constantly shifting between the new and confusing items around the store, focusing on a stroller- car seat combo that is just shy of a thousand dollars.

“Well, I think only one thing could make this even better.” Softly taking the outfits from his hand, you hold them against his chest, making it look as if he were wearing them. “Perfect!” Bucky fakes an overly cheesy smile which sends both of you into a laughing frenzy. “Alright,” You try to be the mature one while trying to suppress the laughs. “just a few more things and we’re all done here.”

Together you pick out a small stuffed teddy bear, a matching blanket and a few miscellaneous items to go with the outfits. Having to explain to him what things were along the way, he was genuinely confused as to what a wipe warmer and sound machine was.

“Is that…” His eyebrows are raised, focusing on what looks like a keurig. “A coffee maker… for babies?”

Grinning, you bite down on your tongue to press back from laughter. “No. It’s a formula machine. It essentially makes the bottles for you.” He’s still staring, bewildered that a tiny human could need something so advanced. “Actually, if you look a little closer…” you take a step forward, pretending to look intensely at the box. “It was manufactured by Stark Industries.”

Bucky’s face falls into a sneer as he realizes you’re just messing with him. “Ha… ha.” He says sarcastically, rolling his eyes.

After paying, Bucky picks up the large box of diapers, carrying it on his shoulder and a large paper bag in the other hand. Letting him walk a few steps ahead of you, taking in the sight of him doing something so normal, so mundane and simple. This cannot be the same person that they claim is the deadliest assassin in history. The one who comes home black & blue, covered in freshly sutured lacerations and blood (that’s not always his.) This is the man you know. The one who loves kids and will go shop for a baby shower present with you. The person that, regardless of the day he’s had, will still come home with a smile and be nothing but warm-hearted and kind. The man that has been surrounded by only violence for 80 years and wants nothing more than to come back for welcoming embraces. This can’t be that man.

Today’s a big day. Not only is it planned with parties from morning until night, it also happens to be New Year’s Eve. Standing at the front door of your friends house, Bucky by your side, you can’t help but feel a tad anxious. It’s been a while since you have really seen any of your friends. The majority of them are engaged, married, starting families. Your relationship is still relatively new, not reaching any of those milestones yet. Do we even want those things? After hitting the doorbell, your hand retreats to underneath the gift box you’re carrying, fingers anxiously tapping the box. Next you’re feeling a gloved hand over yours and a small kiss on the forehead. “It’s going to be okay.” He reassures.

Taking a deep breath, the door suddenly opens and Elena is standing in the doorway. "Y/N!" She screeches, practically jumping out and scooping you to her body. "It's so great to see you!"

You laugh "Same here, Elena. How has everything been?"

"Oh you know, the same old. Except...." She holds out her left hand to show off a giant, teardrop diamond, gold engagement ring embellished with small diamonds around the entire band.

"Congratulations!! I'm so excited for you and Noah!" The tone comes out too high pitched. Of course you're happy for her, but there is an underlying tinge of jealousy. It hasn't even been an entire minute and we're already starting with the life competition that no one asked to be a part of. Elena is still beaming with her newly engaged glow.

"Annnd. Who is this?" She asks with a small smirk, eyeing Bucky up and down. He smiles, holding out his right gloved hand.

"James." Shaking her hand gently. "Nice to finally meet some of Y/N's friends."

"Pleasure." Elena responds with an undertone of flirtation. Bucky continues to smile, keeping the conversation going. Surprisingly.

"Where can we put this stuff down?" He asks politely.

"Oh!" Elena opens the door more, stepping inside. "There's a table in the dining room. You can put them on there for now." She points to the large room on the right.

With a small side smile and nod in response, he walks into the house. How is it that he is just able to go into a new place, with new people, all about to 'ooo' and 'ahh' over baby things so effortlessly? You catch Elena looking at you as Bucky walks past. Her eyes widen when they make contact with yours, smiling brightly, mouthing "Oh my god!!"

Your cheeks instantly blush red as you follow him inside. It doesn't take long for the people inside to start noticing the two of you together. Now you're the one clinging to him like a child afraid to lose their parent. Small whispers, glances, and smiles seem to wave across everyone at the party. Recognizing some from high school, some from college, and even some acquaintances from your older brother, Luke.

The whirlwind of hugs, cordial catching up questions, and introductions already have you exhausted. And it's only been 30 minutes. It doesn't take long until you both get separated from each other. It's only natural for the men to congregate to talk about sports and swapping stories about the good old days over an endless supply of beer. You occasionally glace over at Bucky, nervous to have thrown the White Wolf to the wolves. Ha. But, to your surprise, he doesn't look as uncomfortable as you imagined he would. While his jawline is still tight, he manages to laugh on que and nod in agreeance. It's sort of irritating how nonchalant the men group always tends to be.

For you on the other hand, it's all mimosas, wedding planning, tropical destinations, buying houses, pregnancy, babies, etc. And aside from downing you're third glass of champagne, you can't relate to any of those things. Starting to daydream, the surrounding chatter starts to become indistinct. That is, until you notice the other women looking at you.

"Hmm? Sorry about that." You shake your head trying to regain focus.

"I asked..." Brooke, the celebrated mom to be says "Where did you find that perfect specimen of a man?" The group collectively giggles.

"Oh, at work actually." The response is sort of anticlimactic.

"Well, are they hiring?!" Kelly, the perfect, tan, and bubbly blonde asks. You manage to fake a laugh, but the devil version of yourself on your shoulder is mocking her.

"So....are things serious with you guys?" Brooke continues to probe.

"Um. Yeah. I think so, at least?" It comes out unsure unintentionally. You've never really discussed your relationship in depth outside of Bucky and yourself. You're met with a group of women staring, waiting for you to give more information.

"Well we've been together going on almost a year." You admit, hoping that the small amount of details would suffice. It doesn't.

"You better get him on board and quick!" Kelly chimes in. "Our biological clocks are ticking and you need to catch up!" If there was ever a statement that made you feel like you were so far behind in life in comparison to everyone else, this was it.

"Stop, Kelly." Elena says under her breath, coming to your rescue.

"I didn't mean anything by it!" Kelly's looking around at the others with innocent eyes. "Also, like, what's up with the glo-"

"Time to open some baby stuff!" Brooke's sister, Haley, calls from the kitchen at the perfect moment.

Screeches of excitement surrounded you as all the other women jumped up to rush inside. You decided to hang back with Brooke, her being left behind to waddle in on her own.

The lady of the hour sits in a beautiful white wicker chair decorated with brown, green, and gold balloons and ribbon. Kneeling down, hands relaxed on your thighs, you've taken on the role of handing your friend gifts to open. Everyone makes the typical 'so cute' comments and 'better get your sleep in now' observations as part of the standard baby shower jokes.

Somewhere in the middle, you hand Brooke your gifts from yourself and Bucky. She opens the box, laying the onesies vertically on her stomach and cuddling the teddy bear stuffed animal. Excited that your gift was the one being opened, you search the room for Bucky. He isn't where you lost saw him and the cluster of men seem to have broken into two separate groups.

Finally, you spot him standing off in the corner with his back towards you, talking to Elena's fiancé, Noah. Only when does he turn his body just slightly, you see why his posture was a little awkward. In his arms, Bucky is holding Autumn, Haley's daughter. Autumn is the most well behaved, Gerber looking baby with brown/green hazel eyes and just enough light brown hair to be pulled up with a tiny bow. Bucky is supporting her on his right hip and arm gently around her. He's wearing the most genuine, heartfelt smile as he exchanges simple pleasantries with her.

"Hi, Autumn. I'm James-" He leans in a little closer to her "But you can call me Bucky. Shh. Don't tell anyone, it's our little secret." He laughs a little, his body movements naturally start to sway back and forth. Autumn giggles, showing off her insanely precious and innocent smile. So it's not just Bucky that likes kids, they like him too.

The moment was just too sweet to interrupt. Everything else in the room seemed to drown out except for those two. You can feel your heart swell in your chest, the butterflies fluttering away in your stomach and it suddenly dropping as if you were on a rollercoaster. What is it about men with babies that makes our ovaries literally ache.

Your daydreaming is interrupted as Haley walks over to Bucky with her arms out. "Thank you so much for taking her so I could set up the cake. Autumn?" Haley holds her arms out to take her daughter back, but she curls herself into his chest. "Oh wow. She must really like you!" Haley's outreached arms bend at the elbow, making a surrendering gesture. "Don't have to ask me twice!" She jokes, walking away to help her sister.

The next few hours seemed to fly by with playing embarrassing baby shower games, decorating the mom to be with ribbons and bows from presents, and of course, an adorable jungle themed cake and cupcakes. While it was nice to be around 'normal' people, this way of life seemed so simplistic now. Not to be mistaken for not enjoying the party, but talking about small town changes verses missions, unworldly beings, and constant danger... it feels as though you no longer fit in here.

Your eyes keep searching the room for Bucky. He's always off somewhere new playing with Autumn. First she fed (and when I say 'fed', I mean shoved) a cupcake into his face. They then moved onto blocks and puzzles on the floor. Last, but certainly not least, Autumn is probably the only girl in the world who could get Bucky to sit on the floor, crisscrossed style, with a crown on his head listening to Baby Shark on repeat. And he was entertained every second along the way.

Heading out the door, you feel a light tug on your hand. You turn to find Brooke smiling. She leans in close enough just for the two of you to hear. "I'm happy for you, Y/N. Truly. He seems like one of the good ones. Don't let him go." She winks, giving you a small, awkward hug goodbye from her belly creating some distance between the two of you.

Bucky was walking behind you but abruptly stopped to give Autumn one last big hug. "Bye bye, Key!" She called as she waved at the front door, watching you two leave.

The ride home was quiet, but the atmosphere was filled with pure happiness. For you, getting to spend time with your friends was long overdue. Bucky got to meet some of the people in your life that were more accepting of him, but you know in your heart that Autumn made his day. The two of them instantly clicked and it was as if they were the only people in the room.

"--Thanks, Sunshine." Bucky says, apparently talking but you didn't hear him from being wrapped up in the daydream of seeing how happy he was.

"Hmm?"

Bucky laughs. "I was just saying that I had a nice time. Thanks for letting me tag along."

"Oh. Anytime." His hand reaches over the console of the car, gripping your hand lightly in his.

"Now..." He starts, "Round two. Let's go get dolled up for this ball."

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I'm Dreaming Of A *White* Christmas (BBWWS)

Pairing: Bucky x female reader

Summary: Christmas fun at The Compound with Bucky gets steamy.

Warnings: 18+ !!! Y/N, smut post, super fluff and some angst, oral sex (Female to male), unprotected sex, shower sex, light cursing, talk of love.

Word Count: 3708

Gif: Credit goes to dunkinnn and lizzie-olsen

A/Ns: Sorry this post took a little bit longer than usual. With the holidays, things got a little crazy. Thank you for your patience. Thank you all so much for reading!

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Gone on another mission, The Compound has been relatively quiet. While this building has every amenity you could think of and more, it tends to get a bit lonely. Every morning you wake up to find Bucky already awake, looking at you with an affectionate smile which is an incredible way to start any day. Each night you're disappointed by a lonely bed, putting it out into the universe that he will be home soon.

With the holidays quickly approaching, you can't help but have a strong feeling of empathy towards your fellow housemates. The holidays seem to be something not necessarily celebrated around here, which isn't uncommon in this field of work. Most of these people have experienced a terrible loss or some sort of tragic incident that makes celebrating difficult, which is completely understandable. But not this year. This year, you're going to do what you can to bring some peace, some sort of recognition that they so desperately deserve.

Remembering that there was an abundance of extra Christmas decorations courtesy of Quill and the rest of the Guardians, (Which no one has really any idea where they came from), you quickly make your way down to the storage room to glance it over. After multiple trips between The Compound floors, you're now looking at the large array of festive pieces on the living room floor. A small wave of anxiety flows through you at the thought of Bucky coming home and seeing, what he considers, a mess. His tidiness is both a blessing and a curse.

Let's get to it then.

A few stressful hours of hard work and perfection gives you the satisfaction you were hoping for. Across the island in the kitchen is draped, greenery garland. Three classic red, white, and green stockings hang adjacent on the wall. One for Bucky, one for yourself, and of course, one for Alpine. Fake, fluffy white snow covers the base of the bay window. Mini white Christmas lights outline the entirety of each window pane. A few gold candles of various sizes were placed on each counter. And last, but not least, the main attraction of it all is the Christmas tree standing in the corner of the living room. Also decorated with classic Christmas lights and has a modest mixed amount of red and gold ornaments. Alpine seems to approve of the tree as well, brushing her face up against the bottom branches.

Putting some of your favorite Christmas movies on repeat, you start on one of the most important traditions of all: homemade hot chocolate and bake cookies to decorate. While baking has never been a strong suit for you, technological advances have come a long way in the form of break apart sugar cookie dough.

The aroma of freshly baked cookies and a hint of pine fills the apartment. Setting the cookies onto a cooling rack, you start to set up a small decoration station that includes different color icing and sprinkles. Being so involved in the art that is cookie decorating, you didn't even hear the door open. Out of your peripheral vision, Bucky is slowly walking in, slightly waving his hand to get your attention as to not scare you. It doesn't work. You jump back slightly.

"Sorry! Sorry.... I really tried not to frighten you." Bucky laughs, but his eyes start to wonder around the apartment. "Wow." He says, sort of monotoned.

You scurry from behind the counter, now standing in front of him. Coming from a person who's tidiness is on just a whole new level, it might seem like Santa Claus himself threw up in this place. Bucky doesn't make eye contact with you as he continues to look over each and every new detail about the apartment.

"Is it too much? It's too much. I'm sorry!" You feel the anxiety start to rise up from the pit of your stomach as you spin to start taking things down but are soon held in place by a warm hand grasped onto yours.

“No, don’t.” He starts, focusing on you for the first time since he noticed the newly decorated apartment. “It’s beautiful.” His eyes dart between each and every new display. Alpine sits firmly at Bucky’s feet while softly purring, her tail gently swishing back and forth along the floor behind her as she demands the obligatory welcome home love session.

“Oh hi, pretty girl.” Bucky says as he kneels down onto the floor, his hand scratches the top of her head and moved down along her back. Rolling over onto her back, Alpine meows and pokes out her stomach. He laughs as he indulges in the belly rubs. “I know, I know. Did you miss me?”

If he's like this with a cat, imagine him with kids. Ugh. My heart.

"Now you're the one with a staring problem." Bucky says looking up at you from the floor. You quickly realize that you were daydreaming, watching him, cheesing so hard that your cheeks hurt.

"S-Sorry." You say quietly, your cheeks now turning red from embarrassment. Giving one more gentle caress down Alpine's stomach, Bucky stands up, facing you, taking a step closer.

"Did you miss me?" He asks. The question was proposed as a sarcastic one. But by now, you know there is an hidden underlying implication. Searching his eyes, you see it. He's genuinely curious. And yet, he seems nervous for the answer although he is trying his best not to show it.

"Ehh..." You take a step closer, now standing on the balls of your feet making yourself taller so that the tips of your noses just touch. "Maybe a little." A small snort escapes from your nose just before you stretch your neck just a little more to place a gentle kiss on his lips. Bucky returns the sentiment, smiling as he cups your face on each side and presses his forehead into yours.

"Same here, Sunshine." Bucky smiles just a little wider. "Although..." He takes a step backwards, moving his hands down from your cheeks to your biceps. "I need to know. What is it that's making this place smell so good?"

"Oh!" You're slightly bouncing from the excitement, and relief, of him liking the décor. "I made sugar cookies." You say eagerly, tilting your neck slightly to the left a few times indicating to look over. He walks over to the island, looking at the display of treats prepped and ready to be decorated. Bucky goes to take one and you slap his hand away. His eyebrows raised in surprise. "If you help me decorate, maybe I'll let you have one."

The promise of a small treat was all the convincing he needed. New core memories are created as Bucky wraps his arms around you from behind, trying to spread icing onto the cookies. It was difficult for two people to try and accomplish in such a close proximity. By the time you’re both done, it looks as though a toddler iced and sprinkled the cookies. The playful banter back and forth with each other lead to the occasional tease with icing.

Both stepping back to admire the kindergarten grade cookies, you both look at each other and laugh. “It’s the thought that counts, right?” Bucky continues to chuckle as he tries to sound convincing.

His hand catches your eye, the tiniest drop of icing on his finger. “Here, you have a little…” you start as you take his hand. Bringing it to your mouth, your lips wrapping around his pointer finger a little further down than necessary. Keeping eye contact with him, you slowly pull back, allowing the pad of his finger to slide against your bottom teeth and the tip of your tongue delicately flicks over the end of his fingertip as it exits your mouth.

Bucky, intrigued, raises his eyebrows in response. He visibly relaxes as a grin smoothly appears on his mouth. "And you..." He says, as he leans his face in closer to yours while his thumb and pointer finger create a U shape around your chin. "Have something right..." Using those two fingers only, he manipulates your head to tilt up and to the side. His tongue presses to your cheek, dragging it slowly upwards. "Here." He says, leaving a sensual kiss on your cheek. Your body trembles slightly under his touch after being alone for the last few weeks. Your skin starts ever so lightly tingle from each time he makes skin to skin contact.

Giggling, you step backward towards the counter and reach for a container with the remaining icing. Quickly you stick your finger into the icing and boop Bucky on the nose. His forehead and nose scrunch revealing a playful smile. Reaching for the container, he sticks three fingers into the icing, now grinning from ear to ear.

You quickly realized that you made a mistake. Trying to dart away, Bucky snatches you up from behind. Kicking your feet and squealing, he lets go, bending over from laughing so hard. You take this opportunity to run on the other side of the counter so at least that is between you two. You mirror his movements. Each step he takes to the right, you take one to the left and vise versa.

Even for a split second, it was a stupid thought that you could even outrun him. Watching him intently, you bite your bottom lip. Now wearing a mischievous smile, Bucky jumps up onto the island effortlessly. Within one stride he steps down onto a chair and lightly jumps onto the floor in front of you. Knowing that you’re trapped no matter which way you try to go, your fight vs flight response completely shorts out. He swiftly moves forward, bracing you with his left arm but using the messy icing fingers to gently grab your face. Almost as if it was a wedding cake, he caresses it across your face.

“Bucky!!!” You call but can barely get out with all of the laughing. You’re then silenced with a sweet, messy, perfect ‘fall in love’ this very moment, kiss. It feels as if you’re just melting into him. Your body presses up against him and his does the same in response.

“We are um… quite messy.” You breathe between kisses.

"Hmm." He moans into your mouth. "I think I know what we can do to fix that." Without breaking the kiss, he lifts you up, supporting you from underneath your thighs.

Wrapping your legs around his waist, he walks you both through the bedroom and into your shared bathroom. Leaning into the shower, he turns the water on. Steam immediately starts to fill the bathroom, making the atmosphere thicker. You can feel him shifting around slightly, which a moment later you recognized that he had removed his shoes. As you're expecting him to put you down so you can take your clothes off, he doesn't. Opening the glass door into the shower, he steps in, still holding you, and you both fully clothed.

"W-What are you doing?!" You ask, confused and yet curious. Bucky let's out an amused laugh.

"You said we were a mess, Y/N. You gave me a problem and this is my solution." He says, lightheartedly. Gently, he helps you plant your feet down onto the wet tile, bracing you in case your clumsiness decides to show it's ugly face.

Once you're stable, your arms find their way around each other once more. The warm water from the large, rainfall showerhead is weaving in and out between the kiss. As the seconds pass by, both your clothes and his, are starting to stick tightly to your bodies from being damp. Feeling confined from the now restricted clothing, you pull away from the kiss. Bucky's hair has fallen to it's natural state, dripping into his face as he looks into your eyes fervently.

Your hands instinctively reach for the bottom of his shirt, rolling it up a little at a time. At least, as much as you can peel the damp fabric off of his body. With a little additional help from Bucky himself, the soaked t-shirt is discarded into the corner of the shower. Reciprocating, his hands start to tug upwards on the hem of your shirt. While he's pulling up, you start trying to shimmy out of the top as well.

"I guess I didn't think this all the way through." Bucky laughs. That genuine, can turn your entire day around, contagious and reserved laugh that only you're allowed to hear. Your body feels as though it's going to liquify underneath his touch.

Almost being successful with the shirt, he is able to get the clothing up your neck and partially over your face. He lingers a moment, letting the drowned shirt stay just above your nose. Leaning in, his mouth is immediately on yours. The shirt being used as a makeshift blindfold for a moment. Bending down just a little, your head and arms are free, your shirt now joining his on the floor.

Pressing your bodies into one another, each others hands find their way to the button of the other persons jeans. Working collectively and matching movements, you are now eagerly stepping out of your pants while maintaining the kiss. After undoing the button and zipper of his jeans, you take this opportunity to break away from the kiss. Bending down onto your knees, you grasp the hem of the jeans and start tearing them down.

Bucky braces his back against the humid shower glass, leaning his hips lightly forward towards you to aid in getting the jeans off. Feeling absolutely feral as his pants come off to join the rest of the clothes on the floor, your eyes lock with one another. Like a lightbulb turning on, the idea clicks into your head. We've never been here before.

Sitting back on your knees, the warmth of the rainfall lands near the back of your head, spilling into your hair and along your back. Bucky has an inquisitive expression on his face, wondering where this is going.

Blinking a few waterdrops off of your lashes, you lean in slightly and your hand reaches his ankle, your fingers slowly trailing their way up higher and higher, also leaving the occasional small scratch along the way. While it seemed painfully slow, it was only a matter of time before your hand was at his base. Looking up through hooded eyes, you open your mouth, tongue stretched out as you press it to his tip.

Maintaining the eye contact, your lips curl into a smirk before placing them around the head. Bucky's clenching his teeth, looking as though the breath was sucked right out of him. Sighing, his head leans backward onto the glass. Pulling back and opening your mouth more, you lean in, being able to take more of him in. He sucks in a sharp breath through his teeth, his waist instinctively pressing towards you.

Sliding your mouth backwards, you make it a point to press your tongue firmly up against the bottom of his shaft as you start to pull away. His chest is already heaving. This won't take much. With one hand gently gripped in his inner thigh, the other hand wraps around the bottom of his length. Once your mouth is pulled all the way back, you wait until Bucky's eyes lock with yours. Without blinking, you spit onto the end, using your hand that is already grasped onto him to slide the lubrication you provided down and around.

His mouth hangs open slightly at the gesture but is soon replaced with a low, mumbled moan. Waiting until your hand makes it's way back to the tip, you use your mouth to accompany the hand. Almost as if holding a microphone, your hand guides your mouth up and down. As soon as he seems to be enjoying himself, you switch it up, intensifying and edging him closer and closer to his climax.

Your grasp twists around as it goes forward and back. The top of your tongue flicks left and right as it gets guided by your hand. He's becoming restless; heavy breathing, more vocal, his right hand moves down to intertwine in your hair, encouraging you movements a go a little faster. When you can feel him start to get harder in your grip, his hand releases from your hair. Bringing his right hand up to his face, he bites down on his own knuckle, hard.

This takes you back a moment, confused by the gesture. A small 'pop' sound as your mouth pulls back and off of him. There's a flicker that crosses his gaze, looking at you amazed, adoringly, and something within him that also is coming out primal.

Bucky lifts you off of your knees to stand straight in front of him. Placing both of your hands on his chest, he hungerly seeks your lips. Modesty is out the window as his tongue caresses against yours. The kiss portrays how much he has missed you, how much he craves to be with you, to be inside of you any way that he can.

He then turns you around, your hands and breasts pressed against the glass. Using his foot between your legs, he spreads each leg just a little wider. His chest finds your back straight away, desperate to be as close to you as possible. Reaching around, his pointer and right middle finger go to your clit, rubbing in soft circles.

Your now sensitive body is pushing back against him. But after the slight foreplay, Bucky is ready to move forward. He slides the tip of himself on your core from back to front, before he is at your center, pushing himself in slowly. A relieved sigh comes from deep in your throat, trying everything to compose yourself and not beg him to fuck the ever living daylights out of you.

Once he is fully in, he stops for a moment; Taking all of you in, letting you adjust around his length.

"You're so tight..." Bucky breathes. It's like music to your ears. This moment can only get better at this point. He slowly draws himself almost completely out of you, but then thrusts back in. The suddenness makes you jump slightly from being so delicate under his touch. Before too long, he's pumping in and out of you in a steady rhythm. The water trickles down on your back and funnels through right to where the two of your bodies meet.

The moaning from both yourself, and him, start to become more frequent and louder with the panting breaking the now constant vocals. "Don't stop." You breathe. Just trying to get the two simple words out was a task in itself. Keeping the same rhythm, the thrusts become a little bit more defined. Now the moans, if you could even call them that, start to coincide with one another. The waves of warmed water crashing over you both.

A familiar pressure has been creeping up inside you. The one that demands to be seen, heard, and felt. The pleasure that feels so good but almost begs you to stop at the same time. A feeling that you're going to explode from the inside out, in the best way possible. Arching your back down just a little more, Bucky starts to glide right over the sweetest spot of all with each forward and back motion.

Your face presses up against the cool glass of the shower, trying to relieve yourself from the scorching heat rippling through you. His hands grab each side of your hips, causing the collision to get even more intense. Didn't think that was possible.

Feeling as though you took a step off of a tall ledge, you can't help but fall in love with the feeling of the free fall. The additional warmth from his climax mixed with your own drags the moment out. Becoming almost painfully sensitive with each slowing stroke.

Breathless, you each take a moment to collect yourselves. Your heartrate coming down, panting, the instant chill of sweat meeting the air. You can feel him gently pull out and your body's response is to quickly bury yourself in his chest. This is the moment; The exact place and time that if you were to die in this second, it would be the perfect way to go.

Being the sweet, nurturing man that only you seem to know, Bucky holds you and caresses your soft slicked skin. This is the first time your mind sees him. The protector, vulnerable, independent, and humble man that has everything you have ever wanted and more in a partner. The gentleness in his touch is what you needed to be complete. He isn't the type to jump in bed and leave at the first chance he gets. He's committed. He looks after you, paying attention to the tiniest details about yourself. Continuing to be there for you in the way of taking care of you. Washing your body, rubbing his sudsy hands up and down along your body.

Taking in a deep breath, it sounds like he's going to say something but hesitates. You look up to meet his eyes, looking into them admiringly. There is a heaviness in the air between you. An unspoken confession that both of you have, yet no one has been brave enough to say.

"Bucky, I-..." You start, swallowing down the feeling of being rejected in your throat. "I...I love you." It's barely audible. Maybe he didn't even hear it. It's too late to take it back. The lifetime lingering moment of silence makes you requestion the admission you just gave. You didn't even realize you were holding your breath waiting for his answer until his mouth opens.

"I love you too, Y/N." He professes. The amazing moment where it's not just you who has been feeling this way. Everything you have been daydreaming and more might have a chance at becoming reality. It takes everything you have to not jump up and down, celebrating like a teenager.

"Let's go get ready. We have some cookies to hand out." You smile, placing one more gentle kiss on his lips.

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Wake Up Call (BBWWS)

Pairing: Bucky x female reader

Summary: After a night of teasing Bucky, he decides to wake you up in the best, yet possibly, worst way.

Warnings: 18+ !!! Total smut post. Oral sex, dominance kink, graphic sexual content, pet names, praise kink, Y/N, teasing, begging.

Word Count: 2160

Gif: Credit goes to bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky

A/Ns: If you want to be added to the Taglist, just let me know!

Taglist: @peaches1958 @aquabrie @elsie-bells @pono-pura-vida @redbloodedgurl @almosttoopizza

Masterlist

The following morning was everything you had hoped for and more. Purposely leaving Bucky on the couch for the night, you crawled into the king sized bed to sleep. While still off in your dream world, you suddenly start to get drawn back into reality by a warm, delicate touch between your legs. Taking in a deep breath, your eyes start to flutter open. Although you're facing the wall, you can feel Bucky's body securely spooned into yours. His hand already down the front of your favorite pair of loose sweatpants.

Rubbing in small circles, his index finger occasionally sliding a finger between your folds in a teasing manner. You press your body back against his in reaction, moaning softly and slightly coarse from just waking up. He only allows you to lean back into him a little bit before his fingers pull away, stopping immediately. A small whimper slips from your now pouting lips.

"Did you really think I would let you off that easy for the stunt that you pulled last night?" Bucky's voice is husky in your ear, his warm breath against your neck making the lack of physical contact just leaves you yearning for more.

"I'm sorry." You plead and he snorts in response.

"Oh, no you're not. But you will be." His hand slips out from your sweatpants, teasingly caressing up and down your thigh just to keep some sort of stimulation.

You groan and start to become restless. Bucky's hand inches up slowly with every movement, his finger tips barely brushing the inside of your thigh each time. His bare chest rises and falls against your back. Now his fingers gently skim up to your waist, pressing further up your body a tiny bit with each caress.

Reaching behind yourself, your hand clasps the back of his head, bringing him down closer to you. Trying to turn your head towards him slightly so your mouths can touch, Bucky's arm that is now up to the bottom of your ribs keeps you in place. "Nope." He breathes and starts leaving the most tiny, sensual kisses along your collar bone and up to your neck.

His hand moves up your sternum and cups your breast. The passionate touch between Bucky's hands and your body makes you tingle all over. A finger brushes over your nipple, instantly making it harden. He rolls it tenderly between two fingers, causing you to take in a sharp breath and push your hips back into his.

A small laugh escapes between his agonizingly faint kisses. His teeth graze the your nape of neck. The sharpness wasn't painful but the aching within your body grows more and more. He knows exactly what he's doing, pushing you a little further with every new trick he has up his sleeve but never letting you go too far.

Swiftly, he assertively presses down on your right shoulder, encouraging your body to lay flat on the bed. Just the few seconds his body is not in contact with yours feels like it's forever, your skin cooling without the warmth of his touch.

His inner animal makes a small appearance as he boldly takes off your pants, quickly discarding them onto the floor. Bucky is resting back on his knees but quickly falls forward to land on his hands, slowly crawling up the bed to your body like a lion stalking prey.

Leaning his weight onto his right arm, while still on his knees, his cool metal hand presses between your knees and spreading them open. You follow the physical command, knowing that you're getting the punishment you are oh so eager to receive.

"That's it..." He coaxes as he leaves a trail behind from his tongue along the inside of your knee up into your inner thigh. Bucky alternates between gentle kisses, caressing with his tongue, and the occasional nibble. The deliberate slowness being his own form of torturing you. He breathes out deeply once as he places one more kiss at the top of your vulva. Both your hips and back arch up into his face but he pulls away. "No." He says with a huge smirk on his face.

"Bucky, I-" You breathe, starting to become desperate.

"What was it you said to me last night?" Bucky asks mockingly. "Oh, that's right. 'Not a word.' " He reiterates and his lips are right back down onto your body, nipping hungerly at the bottom of your stomach. He continually drags his tongue upwards passed your belly button and stops between your breasts. Planting eager kisses between them, cupping each of them in his hands as his body bears down into yours.

Aching more with each second that passes, your body bows up into his in anguish. Bucky softly circles his tongue once around each nipple, sucking gently before moving his body back down. In a sudden motion, he grips your thighs and rolls so that now he is on his back with you hovering over his face. Shocked, you brace your hands against the headboard to steady yourself.

Your head rolls back, along with your eyes, as his warm lips press into yours. A loud moan flies out from your mouth. The feeling of his tongue sensually licking from the front to the back has your hips trying to wriggle away from his hands from the sensitivity. Bucky keeps a firm grasp on the outside of your thighs, keeping you in place.

"Oh my God..." You breathe out but he still doesn't stop. The stimulation makes your body start to tremble and the moans break free uncontrollably.

He stops.

Your reaction is a combination between a groan and a sigh. Bucky slips his body quickly out from underneath yours and repositions himself behind you. His hips press into yours as he starts to pin your head down on the pillows. Being curious, you tilt your head to the side, your right cheek placed against the cushioned cotton.

With that you're met with a slap to the ass. "Don't move." He says sternly and your head nods lightly in understanding. His palm rubs the now tender and blushed cheek before moving it to your lower back. Pressing down firmly, Bucky coasts the palm of his hand from your lower back to up your spine, insinuating to keep your hips arched in place but push your torso down into the bed.

The tingles haven't left and, if anything, they are becoming harder to ignore with the whole body stimulation. You hear a slight squelching sound and then suddenly you feel a warm thick wetness start to slide down. He had spit into his hand, using the extra lubrication against your already wet slit. You gasp, but Bucky keeps you in place as he tentatively continues to spread your arousal around.

"Yes...." He hisses. But as your moans start to become more frequent into the pillow and your hips grind against his hand, he stops.

"Ugh!" You say in frustration. His pants are now being shimmed down to his knees and his erection slightly bounces out from the new found exposure. He presses the tip just close enough to your entrance for you to know he's there. Right there.

Your body is unable to sit still, your insides throbbing at his nearly nonexistent touch. Bucky glides himself up and down excruciating slow between your folds lubricating himself with you.

Panting in exacerbation, it feels as though you're going to literally implode from the inside out. He lets out a small laugh, enjoying every second of this.

"Beg." He commands, your eyes widen in surprise. "I said...beg." He says, seductively. With one hand on himself and the other holding your hip in place, he waits. Having this control, this power over someone else is exhilarating to him. It is something that he has always wanted, but never realized he could take back his ability to do so in the bedroom.

"Please..." You murmur as you look up and make brief eye contact.

"Hmm?" He pretends as if he didn't hear you.

Taking a deep breath and releasing it in frustration, you know that this is a losing battle. "Bucky, I-" begging is something you've never had to do. Being here, being vulnerable, willing to do almost anything for him to fuck you, you admit it to yourself to give in.

"I yield. Please?" You pant, your body needing his contact. It's the only care you have in the world at the moment.

"I'm proud of you, kitten. You held out longer than I thought you would." He purrs as he positions himself at your center. Just feeling him at the entrance of you makes you push back against him. Bucky just puts the head in, feeling you instinctively contract around him. Even though you aren't looking, you can only imagine the huge grin on his face.

He leisurely starts to inch his way in, letting you stretch gradually around his length. Whimpering at the feeling of him inside you, it's almost enough in it's self to make you orgasm. But he can tell, so he stops once he is all the way in, down to his base. He lingers a moment before drawing himself almost completely out. In reply your body shudders, desperately needing it's release.

You're waiting in anticipation, feeling as though you're going to pass out. Bucky snorts right before he thrusts in swiftly just one time. It ripples through your body, causing you to squeal in pleasure. He pauses and then slowly pulls almost all the way out again. Driving himself back in and starts pumping in rhythm. You've reached your plateau, just milliseconds away from willingly jumping off the ledge without a parachute.

"Are you going to cum for me?" He breathes, and just like that the pleasure is convulsing through your body. Keeping his pace, he lets you ride out your orgasm. The loud moans muffled by the pillow, your body shuddering from the inside out.

But he doesn't stop.

Maintaining a steady pace, each stroke makes you more sensitive than the next. You make out a small mischievous laugh in-between the consistent smacking sounds that your bodies colliding creates.

Feeling like you ran a marathon, every stroke, every touch, everything feels enhanced. Bucky pulls out suddenly, man handling you tenderly, as he sits himself straight against the backboard and lifts you into his lap. You're now straddling him with your feet on the bed, his legs stretched out behind you.

"Let's see if I can get you to do it again." He whispers.

You allow him to help position yourself on top of him, permitting you to have some of the power now. Bending your knees, face to face, you return the favor by easing yourself extremely slow down onto him, inch by inch. Being full of him again, your hand involuntarily is gripping into his hair. Not moving yet, you adjust to the new position and to him firmly pressed against your already swollen g-spot.

"Ugh. So deep..." Bucky half murmurs, half moans into your shoulder. His head lifts up, and not being modest at all, his tongue slips into your mouth along with desire filled kisses.

Your hips start to move forward and back like an ocean wave. Biting gently on his bottom lip, he draws in a sharp breath. The incessant pressure inside in addition to the lubrication from your first climax, is already demanding to make a presence.

Bucky's hands are gripped onto your hips, adding to the already defined front and back motion. Vocalizing together, it's obvious that you're both close to another climax. You're breathing through your mouth just trying to get some additional oxygen.

"Cum with me..." You breathe out, looking into his eyes. With a glimpse of determination flickering across his face, his hands grip your waist a little tighter, manipulating your hips to move faster. Bucky's lips press up into yours, slithering his tongue in to meet your own. The echo of his moans vibrate in your throat as his warmth starts to fill up inside of you. Reciprocating small whimpers, you can feel your walls contracting around him as your journey through your second climax.

Already being hypersensitive, your vision blurs. Unable to no longer feel your spasm after a minute, you slump down into Bucky's body. Both of you breathing heavy, your skin sticking slightly to one another's from sweat of the pure euphoria of the moment. Each of you coming down from the high, you grudgingly peel your body off of his, instantly feel cold from the lack of body heat.

Laying down next to Bucky, both still trying to reign in you're breathing. "Remind me to tease you again sometime." You giggle and he laughs. Resting your head on his chest, he pulls you in close once again, holding you nice and close until you both drift off to sleep once more.

"Likewise." He responds in a hoarse voice.

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Taking Control Over The Big Bad (White) Wolf

Pairing: Bucky x female reader

Summary: Learning the news that you no longer have to stay at The Compound, Bucky makes a scary but enticing offer.

Warnings: 18+ for this post, dominance kink, life decisions, argument with parents, Y/N, sexual content, cursing, cockwarming, fluff, angst.

Word Count: 3688

Gif: Credit goes to magnusedom

Notes: Yes, a part of this was requested!

Tag List: @peaches1958 @aquabrie @elsie-bells @pono-pura-vida @redbloodedgurl @almosttoopizza

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Masterlist

You have been living out all of your daydreams with Bucky recently. Ever since spending that one night together, he has become more visibly relaxed. It doesn’t look like he’s .5 seconds away from giving himself a brain aneurysm. Well, most of the time at least. While you each have your own apartment, neither of you have slept alone in weeks. That also means Bucky no longer sleeps on the cold floor. He struggles sometimes, becoming antsy as he tries to get comfortable. It’s as if the more relaxed he strives to be, the more restless he becomes.

There have been many fulfilled late nights and some of the best ways to start the day; with each other. Reaching that new level of comfort with one another really took your relationship to the next level. It’s at the point where you’re still learning about one another but passed the awkward stage where it’s uncomfortable to show who you really are. Speaking of learning more about each other, it’s not just the history or experiences you both have had. (Although, the focus tends to be on yourself or Bucky’s young adult life before getting drafted into the Army.) It’s the exploring. Being completely exposed, vulnerable, and getting to know every inch of each others body’s. What he likes and dislikes, what drives him to the edge and vice versa for yourself.

Bucky is always eager to please and even more so to learn. Sex and intimacy have come a looong way over the decades. Positions, toys, enhancements (not that either of you need them, but they’re still fun), and not just restricting yourselves to the bed. Good thing that The Compound is sound proof. Everyone around seems to have an idea of what’s going on behind closed doors, but they don’t need to hear it. So far, Bucky has shown the most interest in exploring different surfaces (the shower and couch seem to be his favorite) and also asserting some kind of a dominant role.

It makes sense because of how compliant he had to be for so many years. Feeling constantly controlled, it would be only human to be intrigued by the other side of things. He’s still always sweet, sometimes almost too gentle. We’ll work on that.

There are two ways of looking at this; One: Bucky is still experimenting. He’s trying to find balance between his pleasure and yours. Two: He’s afraid of going too far and hurting you. While you can appreciate his care and concern for your well being, there’s this dark entity inside begging for a cool metal hand necklace.

*Ding* Your attention gets drawn to the New Email notification on your phone. Sitting down at the island in his kitchen, wearing one of Bucky’s t-shirts and a pair of lace cheeky panties, you bring one knee up to hug it as you unlock your phone. Bucky’s on the other side of the island, cleaning. Always fucking cleaning. You open the email.

“Dear Y/N,

The Compound has been deemed safe once again. We are no longer concerned about a possible breach. You are able to return to your normal work schedule and are free to go home at your leisure. If you have any questions or concerns, please feel free to call my extension (3000).

Thank you,

Pepper Potts”

Leave? You have been so caught up in the whirlwind that is Bucky Barnes that it was completely forgotten that The Compound wasn’t your home. It feels as though this perfect timespan has completely crumbled unexpectedly underneath your feet.

“What’s wrong?” Bucky asks, staring intently at you from the stove worried.

“I- I was told I could go home.” You say, sorrowfully.

“Hold on. What?” He responds, needing to hear you say it again as if he doesn’t believe you.

“They cleared the possible breach… I don’t have to stay here anymore.”

Bucky doesn’t say a word but it is very obvious that the wheels are turning in his head, trying to think of a way around this.

“We knew this day was coming though, right?” You say, trying to lighten the mood. But its clear that this news has disheartened you both.

Within the blink of an eye he had taken a few long strides, standing now to your side. His metal arm reaches across your lap to grip the chair, quickly turning the chair so that you’re face to face.

“Don’t go…” He begs softly unable to look you in the eyes.

“I…w-what do you mean, Bucky?” You’re genuinely confused as to what he’s trying to imply.

“Stay.” It comes out as a heavy breath. “Here… with me.” He’s finally able to look you in the eyes, and he seems… distressed? Scared? Worried that if you leave his sight that you’ll somehow never come back?

“Are you asking me to move in with you?” Sitting there stunned, holding your breath, you wait for his answer. Either way you’re terrified. Because either one, he literally just asked you to move in. Or two, you completely misinterpreted what he was saying and you’re about to feel like the worlds biggest idiot.

“I know it’s crazy…” Bucky starts, trying hard to think before he speaks in fear of coming off as too much and scaring you away. “And at the risk of sounding utterly selfish in saying this, I don’t feel as though my every move is being microscopically analyzed when you’re with me. I’ve gained trust back with you. I-I’m infatuated with you. Y/N.” His jaw is clenched, the vein in his temple looks as though it’s about to combust from his admission.

Infatuated? What do I even say to that? Your mind starts racing. Flashes of your possible life with Bucky start taking over your mind. Living together and waking up to those perfect pancakes he makes every morning. How instantly protective he is of you whenever you’re in public. The most passionate and intense sex that some people only dream about having. Slow dancing to the record player in the living room every night. Him wearing an all black suit, feeling comfortable with no gloves waiting for you at the end of the isle. What kind of dad would he be? Does he even want those things?

All of his focus is on waiting for your answer. His breathing drawn out as he tries to control it to not seem as nervous as he feels. A part of you wants to only dip your toe in the water, to take things slow because this can be a tough life when you’re so attached from the feelings involved. The other part of you wants to just dive right in. You want to live together? Yes. You want to get married and start a family? Yes. You’re talking about a future that surrounds each other? Yes, yes, and yes. The thought is terrifying but exhilarating at the same time. But the difficult journey could lead to an amazing destination. There’s no way to find out unless you try.

“That’s a really big decision, Bucky…” You start, and his head instantly falls forward in disappointment. “But…” His head picks back up, your gaze meeting each others. “Let’s try.”

His eyes widen in excitement. “Really?!” I’ve never seen him this animated about anything before.

“Really.” Your eyebrows raise as your lips curve upwards into a beaming smile at not just the possibility, but the reality of this happening.

“Ugh, Y/N. Just when I thought I couldn’t get any happier. You always surprise me!” Bucky quickly snatches you from the high counter chair at the island. The giggles effortlessly flow out as he picks you up and spins you around once. Placing your feet firmly back on the ground, he cups the left side of your face with right hand.

“You do realize this means that your place probably won’t be spotless anymore, right?”

“Our place” He corrects, mirroring the giant cheesy smile. “Worth it.” He says, placing a gentle kiss against your lips. "Get ready, let's go and get your stuff."

Sitting in the passenger seat, you look over at Bucky. It's one of those moments where you feel like the luckiest woman in the world. This is a moment you'll remember for a lifetime. He has dark sunglasses on, concentrating on the mostly empty road. With being tall, he props his left knee underneath the steering wheel, using it to maintain the car straight. His right hand reached over, resting on your knee and giving it a gentle squeeze as his thumb rubs smoothly over it. The golden hue from the fall foliage makes his outline glow, as if he were an angel.

How is this even real life?

Coming back into the current moment, you recognize the song on the radio. Bucky actually let you control the music for once. Which is probably something he is going to regret.

"I love this song!" You exclaim, turning the volume up. But of course not too high for the old man.

"She's the one, she'll always be there She took my hand and I made it, I swear Because I fell in love with the girl at the rock show She said, "What?", and I told her that I didn't know She's so cool, gonna sneak in through her window Everything's better when she's around I can't wait 'til her parents go out of town I fell in love with the girl at the rock show!"

You stop, realizing that Bucky is looking over at you and not the road anymore. "You doing that staring thing again." You laugh. "What?!" You ask, suddenly feeling self conscious from singing.

He smiles, shaking his head. "I just enjoy being around you." It's the simplicity of being yourself that he admires most. Every move isn't articulated or pre-planned. There is no immediate danger. Life can be uncomplicated when you're free to be yourself.

The thought of just being with each other makes you feel warm inside. Who would of figured that you two would be the ones leaning on each other?

The rest of the car ride was pretty quiet. No particular reason, just relishing in the cool autumn weather for the duration of the drive.

Soon enough you're on the dirt road leading up to your parents house. Getting closer, you notice that both cars are parked in front, meaning both of them were home. Bucky parks and looks over at you, seeing what your reaction is going to be. You squeeze his hand that is still on your knee and smile. "Just give me a moment to grab some things, okay?" You say, still holding his hand for reassurance.

"Okay." He reluctantly let's go of your knee as you get out of the car.

Walking up to the front door, you know the conversation that is about to be had. Your jaw clenches in anxiety as you enter the house.

"Oh hey, sweetie!" Mom says, pausing from dusting the pictures on the mantel. "We were wondering when you would be coming home!"

"About that..." You start, taking a deep breath as your hands ball up into fists from being nervous. "I've decided to stay at The Compound. I just came here for my things." It gets blurted out.

"Oh?" Mom replies, waiting to see if there is more of an explanation than you've provided.

"Why is that?" Dad asks from the hallway, leaning on the frame. His sudden appearance makes you jump, not knowing he was right there. The ball of nerves inside of you doesn't necessarily help the situation either.

"We all knew my staying here was temporary..." You say truthfully, but it still comes out like an excuse.

"So...it's in relation to your job then?" His eyebrows raise. You were taught better than to lie, especially to him. And even if you tried, he would know.

"Kind of." Your response is dancing around the whole truth. "I don't have a lot of time." You say as you briskly walk into your room. It won't be hard to pack since you have been living out of suitcases since you came home from college. Not taking the time to fold your clothes, you shove them all into the collection of duffle bags and luggage.

"I'm confused..." Mom says as she walks into the room.

"There isn't anything to be confused about." Not being able to look at her, you continue to pack your bags rapidly.

"You don't see what's happening here?" Dad directs the question towards mom and then quickly answers for her. "This is about James."

"James?" Still confused, she looks between you and your father.

An exacerbated sigh comes from your mouth as you angerly slam a shirt down into your bag, now glaring at your father.

"So what if it is?" You challenge.

"You know how I feel about him..." Dad keeps a level, monotoned voice as if you were negotiating over a hostage situation. He takes a step forward but you hold your ground.

"And you know how I feel about him, Dad! This is the first time I have felt happy in the year and a half since Luke died!"

Mom stands in the room, looking between the two of you anxiously. Dad sighs, evidently starting to get more annoyed at the thought of you and Bucky together. "Why can't I have this, Dad?" You ask, feeling defeated. "We took a loss as a family, together. We got through it, together. But this is something that I want and I feel as though Luke would be happy for me!"

There's suddenly a knock at the door. Closing your eyes in frustration, you already know who it is. Your head rolls forward and you slip passed your parents and open the door to no other than Bucky. He only takes one step into the doorway, just enough for the screen door to close behind him. He clears his throat, his lips pressed into a thin line.

"Sir." He acknowledges your father only to be met with an intense stare. Well if they're going to have a staring contest, sorry dad but you're going to lose.

“James.” He sternly acknowledges.

Bucky turns to you, leaning in close as his hand gently holds your elbow. “Are you okay?” He asks, concerned. You nod your head looking over at your dad knowing that it’s just an amount of time before one or both of them explode.

“This is a family matter, Barnes.” Heeeere we go.

The scary thing about Bucky is that when he’s mad, he gets quiet. There’s no temper tantrums, no yelling, and no low blows. Thanks to Hydra, he’s an expert at not reacting when under immense pressure. While the circumstances are different, he’s on the defense. Your defense.

“I understand. I just wanted to make sure Y/N’s okay.” Bucky says in the same monotoned voice that your father just used on you a few moments before. “I’m not trying to interject here-“

“So then why are you?” Dad spits, growing angrier by the moment. Bucky standing here might just put him over the edge.

You quickly step between both of them bringing their focus to you. “Enough.” You say blatantly. “Dad… mom.” You take in a deep breath. “This is what I want. He is what I want. If you reject him than you’re rejecting me.”

The two stubborn men in the room are watching each other intently while trying to lay down the unspoken claim of who you actually belong to.

“I’m grabbing my things and we’re leaving. I understand that this might be a lot to take in at once, so I’ll give you time to process. You know how to get in contact with me. I love you guys.”

Reaching down to the floor, you pick up two of your bags. Bucky reaches down as well, slipping his gloved metal arm through all of the handles and picking up the rest of the stuff. He looks like me when I’ve gone grocery shopping and only want to make one trip from the car. And effortlessly of course. He holds the door open for you to walk outside, and follows right behind.

In silence you both pack the car and leave. There is an unspoken tension between the two of you. How did this day go from being so happy, so excited to head into a new journey together, to this?

"Parents usually love me." Bucky says, breaking the silence by trying to be funny.

"I'm sorry." You respond. Bucky shakes his head. "Really, I'm used to these kinds of reactions from people. I think that you're the only one who hasn't run off the moment we met." He admits.

"Still. I can't apologize for him but I can be sorry that you were treated that way."

"Seriously, it's more natural for people to react that way. You're the only one who hasn't, Y/N. That's what makes you so precious to me."

The ball of anxiety in your stomach starts turning into warm butterflies all over again. I don't understand how so many see Bucky as this deadly, soulless person. He has such a big and kind heart. And while yes, he's past is hard to get over, working hard on himself and making amends with everyone he can, speaks volumes about his true self.

"It finally looks as though someone lives in here!" You say, hands on your hips looking around the newly decorated living room.

"Yeeeah." Bucky says as he scratches the back of his head.

"Oh come on. Having me around all the time won't be so bad."

He laughs while taking a few steps closer, wrapping his arms around you. "That sounds terrible, honestly." He jokes, pulling you in closer. You'll never get over just how warm his body feels when pressed to yours, which makes no physical contact feel just that much cooler.

Jumping up, you wrap your legs around his waist, being overcome with the need to be as close to him as you possibly can. Bucky of course supports your weight effortlessly, each palm grabbing a fistful of your ass. Your arms wrap around his neck as you lean in to kiss him. He moves his right middle finger to gently stroke once over your center. Pulling away from the kiss you let out a giggle, "Oh hey."

"Hey." He smirks, resuming the kiss and brings you to the couch. Sitting down with your arms still around each other, you're now straddling him. Your hips instinctively and tentatively start moving forward and back on his lap. A shallow breath escapes Bucky's mouth with a muffled moan underneath. You smile into the kiss and then pull back. He leans back in to continue the kiss but you withdraw further. Confused, he's looking up at you, his eyes pleading.

Shaking your head and grinning, you take your arms away from his neck, your hands wriggling down between your legs and reach of the hem of his jeans. A sharp breath pulls in from his lips as he keeps eye contact with you. Undoing the button and pulling down the zipper painfully slow, you decide to take on the assertive role here. Your power over one of the most feared men in the world, begging at just the very touch of your hands. Just the thought alone is enough to get you off. But neither of us are getting that right now.

Releasing his erection from his boxer briefs, his hips naturally advance towards your hands. And you let your hands drop away from him.

"What-" Bucky starts, but you place an index finger of his lips. "Shh." You coo quietly. "I'm going to do whatever I want." His eyebrows raise in response but he doesn't protest. After giving him a moment to realize that he is now under your control, you spit into your left hand before moving it back down to the small gap between both of your legs. You grip his shaft firmly, but not aggressively. Your hand starts in a leisurely up and down motion.

You take his bare metal hand and place it between your thighs. "Rip them." You say sternly while grasping onto him slightly harder. Following your orders, his fingers move upward to the waistband of your leggings and pulls swiftly downward. The tearing of the fabric makes your entire body tingle. Bucky discards the remnants of your pants onto the floor, leaving your lower half covered only by a thin, lacy piece of fabric.

Raising yourself up while still straddled in his lap, you gently use your hand to maneuver his tip to your only slightly covered opening. He takes a deep breath as his head rolls back to meet with the top of the couch. His hands twitch slightly on your thighs, trying to control the desire to flip around and bend you over the couch.

Now using your left hand, you pull the material to the side and gently glide him in. His hips try to buck up into you, but still having a firm grasp, you hold him in place.

"No." You say strictly, and he reluctantly relaxes. Continuing to slide him in inch by inch he looks up into your eyes. A small moan escapes his mouth once he is fully inside of you.

You pull him in close to your chest, tenderly running your hands through his hair. Aside from your core having the natural tendency to constrict around him, you don't allow your hips to move. Bucky's breathing intensifies just from the sensation of being inside of you along with your nails in his hair. "Not a word." You whisper, still keeping your body rigid, painfully refusing both of you the release that you so desperately want. But the continuation of your hands rubbing through his hair, down his back, and sensually up and down his arms lulls him to sleep right then and there after a while. You grin to yourself, barely being able to contain the excitement you feel for the repercussions you're going to face for this.

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Sharing A Bed With The Big Bad (White) Wolf

Pairing: Bucky x female reader

Summary: Bucky has a nightmare and you comfort him. After spending the night together, the morning gets steamy.

Warnings: 18+ for this post, praise kink, Y/N, cursing, sexual content, fluff, angst.

Word Count: 3558

Gif: Gif credit goes to fockers-archive

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To air on the side of caution, both Tony and James agreed it would be best to stay at The Compound for a few weeks. You really didn't mind all that much, because it meant that you were right next door to your boyfriend. Who is also your patient. Whoops.

In typical old fashioned Bucky, everything has been going low and slow. It's nice for once to have a man court you, take his time with you, show that he's invested in both you and the relationship. And while you can appreciate the sentiment, the burning desire to be with him in everyway possible is getting harder by the day. Trying to respect him and his boundaries, you have been slowly implying that it's what you want. But he hasn't gotten the hint. Or has he and he's just rejecting you?

Laying alone and awake in bed, you stare up at the ceiling. It's difficult to think that in the apartment next door, there lays Bucky on the cold floor all alone while he could be cuddled up next to you. Just the thought of his arms wrapped around your body, your head laying on his bare chest, and the freedom to do whatever you wanted. You groan, rolling over onto your stomach into the pillow in frustration. Suddenly, a light chime within your room grabs your attention.

You immediately sit up. "Friday?" You ask anxiously, hoping this doesn't have something to do with the possible breach from a few weeks before.

"Sorry to disturb you so late, Y/N. Sargent Barnes seems to be in distress." Replies FRIDAY.

Before even putting the thought fully together, you're already dashing into the closet, stumbling to put on a pair of oversized fluffy kitty slippers. Rushing out of your apartment, you quickly are next door to his place. Not even pausing as you step up to the door you hear FRIDAY say "Access granted." and immediately lets you in.

"Bucky...?" You ask, peaking in the door. All of the lights are off and the stillness of his home feels deafening. The only thing you can hear now is the whooshing of your own heartbeat ringing in your ears. "Bucky?" You ask again, a little bit louder this time taking a few more steps in. There's a part inside of you that is torn. The angel on your shoulder says to go to him. Be with him, help him. The devil on your other shoulder is pushing terror into your veins. Fight or flight is instantly activated.

It doesn't matter. He's worth it. No matter what you're about to walk into. Even if he is in Winter Soldier mode, Bucky is worth the risk. He's worth it all, even your life.

Trying to swallow down the ball of anxiety that is made it's new home in your throat, you proceed into the living room. Looking around, again there is nothing out of the ordinary. Although you have a small heart attack when Alpine brushes up against your bare ankles, purring ever so softly. It gives you a sense of relief for a split second before the fear creeps back in. Taking in a long, deep breath to collect yourself, you hear a small whine that snaps your attention to the bedroom.

The door is closed, but you press your ear up against the door. You can hear muffled words and moans of agony.

"Bucky!" You call knocking on the bedroom door, yet there is still no answer. Fuck it. You open the door to find him struggling within his blanket on the floor. It's as if he is being tortured by some unseen force as he continues to beg and plead for it to stop.

"No... Please! Stop!" He cries out.

Rushing to his side, you kneel down on the floor. "Bucky..." You say, trying to get him to wake up. Your hand shakes as you gently place two fingers on his temple, continuously brushing them down. "Shh..." You murmur into his ear. "It's okay. Bucky it's alright." You repeat, trying to calm him down.

But in the blink of an eye your met with a tight, icy grasp on your wrist. It's getting tighter to the point of tears welding up behind your eyes. "Bucky..." You say again, doing everything within your power to remain calm. "Bucky!" It comes out more frantic this time.

His eyes instantly open, focusing on your face. Immediately, the bitter metal grip is released from your wrist. Bucky looks horrified as he backs himself further away. The skin on his entire body glistening with sweat.

"It's okay..." You try to soothe, but he's already shaking his head.

"No! It's not!" He yells. His gaze moves down to your wrist and then down to the floor in shame. "Did I hurt you?" He asks, humiliated.

Inching cautiously closer to him, you shake your head 'no'. "I'm okay. We're safe." You respond, trying to comfort him. Reaching out to help calm him, he flinches away.

"Please. Don't..." Bucky's head is hung low. If there was ever a picture definition on what giving up on yourself looked like, this was it.

"You won't hurt me." You say, staying in place and keeping a calm tone. Bucky scoffs.

"Oh no?" He says sarcastically, referencing the exact situation that just happened moments ago.

"No." You don't know if you were trying to convince him or yourself, but either way it worked in both favors.

Giving him a moment to collect himself, you wait until he is no longer panting or shaking. Deciding to take the risk, you carefully move to curl up in his lap. Bucky's back is against the wall, his entire body stiffens at your touch.

"It's okay..." You say again. Allowing him to take his time, you finally feel him breathe again. Your head rests on his shoulder, your body making contact with his in hopes that it releases endorphins to bring him back down to this current reality and not his horrible past.

It could have been minutes, or even hours, that the two of you sat together in silence. You were certain he had fallen back asleep when you shifted your body slightly and were met by two arms clasping around you.

"Please..." He breathes. "Don't go." He whispers.

"I wasn't planning on it." You murmur in response. Holding onto Bucky's metal hand to show that you are unafraid, you stand up and slightly tug encouraging him to do the same. He reluctantly gets up as well. Taking two small steps back you effortlessly sit on the untouched king sized bed, gently pulling him down as well.

"You need to rest." Your tone comes out as nurturing and he's receptive. His eyes shift back and forth between yours, trying to read what you're implying. "I wont leave." You promise. Slowly, you scooch back towards the head of the bed, Bucky following your lead. You both slip under the covers and immediately press your body into his. His entire frame goes rigid from your touch.

"Shh..." You whisper into his ear and he visibly starts to relax. But only a little. Your bodies intertwine as if they were made to be fitted together. Spooning into his left side, you left leg softly drapes over his thigh and your arm across his midsection. The defined difference between his body heat and the cool metal wrapped around you was the perfect combination.

Not saying another word, your pointer finger only just touches the skin of his chest, circling in long, slow motions. Bucky's breathing becomes more even and soon turns into deep breaths. He's asleep.

You have spent many nights dreaming about the first time you would be in bed together. It usually started with an infamous dinner cooked by Bucky, slow dancing to a song on the record player followed by the most intimate way to show someone you care about them. Sex can be, well, just sex. But with the right person, being completely open and vulnerable to them, feels like you found your missing piece within them. That desire, that longing, that connection. You have been craving that and more with Bucky.

Yet, life has a funny means of handing us the things we want in a way that we would least expect. Technically you got what you wanted. This is the closest physical contact you have had with each other over the past 5 months. The most sinfully close. While you’re here for Bucky, comforting him, being his safe space; it’s hard to ignore the scorching, aching patches of the skin to skin contact. The timing is inappropriate to act on anything, but you allow your thoughts to succumb to the intimate fantasies. Holding onto one another, keeping each other safe from everything, including the demons in your own minds, you drift off to sleep.

The next morning, you start to wake. Your eyelids still feel heavy as you take a deep breath and start to stretch, but you're restricted. Confused, your eyes open and focus on Bucky who is just staring at you. Not the usual grumpy old man that got dragged out of the house when he wanted to stay home in his recliner, stare. He was laying on his left side, propped up on his hip and metal arm. Bucky smiles warmly once your eyes meet his. "Morning, Sunshine." He says softly, leaning forward and pressing a small kiss on your forehead.

"Good....Morning." You reply, still slightly stuck in the transition from dreams to reality. "What time is it?" You ask, looking around the room for any indication of the time.

"Seven thirty." Bucky responds in the same soft tone.

"Why are we up so early?" You groan.

He laughs. "Early? I've been up for hours."

"Hours?" You repeat. "What have you been doing this whole time?" You ask curiously, since it does not seem as though he had left the bed and there was no breakfast aroma in the air.

"Watching you." Watching me?

"What, was I like, snoring or something?" It comes out sounding like a joke but in actuality you were afraid of the possibility of doing something embarrassing in your sleep.

Bucky lets out a small laugh. "Not at all. You didn't move once. Even after an eventful night."

"How are you feeling about that by the way?" The question gets blurted out. You didn't mean to bring it up first thing, but it's definitely something you felt should be discussed at some point. And I guess that’s now.

He takes in a deep breath. "When I feel like things are going well, the nightmares come back, and worse. I just see so many faces... and they're so scared. Scared of me."

"But that wasn't you. This..." Your hand smoothly rubs up and down his chest. "This is the real you."

"Last night was the first time I didn't sleep alone or with a room full of agents watching me like some zoo animal in...God, I don't even know how long." Bucky's attention becomes spaced out, no doubt reliving old memories that still haunt him almost every second of the day.

"Is it okay?" You refer, about spending the night over at his place. Kinda late for that question. But it brings his focus back to you.

"Yes. I appreciate it more than you know." He plants another small, soft kiss on your forehead. His warm right hand rubs sensually up and down your left arm. Your body reacts to his touch, leaning more closely into him. There is barely any articles of clothing keeping your bodies apart. For Bucky, just a pair of light gray sweatpants that compliment his olive skin tone. For yourself, an all black silk satin night set. You nuzzle your forehead into his cheek lightly, just aching to have more contact.

Bucky reciprocates and you can feel the small amount of stubble on his face rub onto your skin. Every part of you is aching with desire to be with him. To feel him, to touch every part of his body and him do the same to you.

Taking the risk, you reach up and kiss him gently. This time, the tip of your tongue grazes his lips. He pulls back slightly at the boldness you just exposed. Aside from hand holding and small kisses, it's never really gotten pushed further than that.

"I'm sorry..." You say, pulling back a bit as well. Bucky's confused look quickly turns into an adoring gaze as his right hand moves behind your ear and into your hair.

"Don't be." He whispers as he carefully brings your face back to his, returning the desired kiss. This time he's eager to continue, his tongue briefly flicking into your mouth, the tips of your tongues briefly touching. Bucky's hand gradually moves down from your hair to your waist, squeezing gently at your hip bone. A tiny moan slips out from your mouth the more his hand starts to explore your body.

"Is this...okay?" You breathe out between the heated make out session.

Bucky stops, his face still close to yours as he looks deep into your eyes. "As long as it's okay with you. I have to admit it's been a while." He says embarrassingly.

"Same here." You confess.

"No. I mean like it's been a while." He says, becoming shy.

Barely being able to contain yourself for any longer, your lips mash back up into his. The longing for each other expressed in the deep, sensual kissing. Putting your hand on his shoulder, you lightly push it back to get him to lay down flat onto the bed. A moment later your straddled on his lap, grinding your pelvis down into his. Bucky lets out a deep breath as a tiny moan escapes from his mouth. The sound that comes from low within his throat makes you feel as though your absolutely feral and could rip both of your clothes off in an instant.

Pressing your body down into his, touching chest to chest, your loose curly hair pushed to one side and draping over you both like a sheet. Becoming restless, Bucky's body is pushing up against yours. His hands tenderly start to caress your thighs, giving a light squeeze to make sure that they're full of you as if he cannot hold onto you enough. They then progress to your lower back, slipping up behind your satin tank top. Without breaking the kiss, Bucky sits up, still supporting your back and keeping you straddled in his lap. With his hands underneath your shirt, they move to your abdomen, slowly moving upward, the back of his hands pulling up the tank top with them.

Pulling away for just a moment, he slips the lace trimmed tank top over your arms and head, throwing it onto the floor. His lips instantly press back onto your body, placing delicate kisses along your collar bone, and down your sternum. Without even realizing, your head tilts back slightly, enjoying the pure bliss of his touch. Your hands make their way up from his muscular back and into Bucky's hair, caressing his head gingerly.

His neck extends upward so that his lips can meet yours once more. Placing his hands on your back once again, he holds you as he quickly rolls over so that his body is now hovering over yours. Instinctively, your hips press up into his. A heavy breath escapes from his mouth and he pulls away. Tenderly, Bucky's hands slide down your sides, hooking each pointer finger into the elastic band of your satin shorts. He sits back on his knees, taking the shorts with the movement before he tosses them onto the floor.

Your legs instantly close in slight embarrassment of being exposed for the first time. Shaking his head slightly, he leans back down, wrapping his arms around your bended legs, his hands gripping the front of your thighs.

"You are so beautiful, Y/N. I wish you could see yourself the way that I see you."

Bucky's chin rests daintily on your knees, giving you an affectionate smile as he rubs your thighs. But he doesn't push any further, allowing you to give him consent to keep going. Taking a deep breath, you nod your head yes nervously. "I trust you." It's not a phrase he's used to hearing, at all. No one, except Steve (and even then it took a while to build again) had any kind of faith in him.

The wording ignites a small fire within him as he kisses each of your knees, using his hands still wrapped around your thighs to gently spread them open.

Not baring to look, your body tenses in vulnerability as you gaze up at the ceiling. His tongue presses to your core before he slowly drags it up and then back down in a slight teasing gesture. Your legs instantly shiver at the wet warmth, a small moan slipping from your mouth.

"Mmm..." Bucky hums, with his mouth still suctioned around your opening, his tongue smoothly continuing to rub in small circles around your clit. The blend between the vibration of his voice with the amazing stimulation has your body response is to arch your back. He pulls his mouth away for a moment, using his warm right pointer and middle fingers to slide up and around your folds for natural lubrication before sliding it inside of you, rhythmically gliding them in and out.

This time your moan wasn't suppressed, at all. Bucky looks up with hooded eyes from between your legs, a huge grin on his face.

"Good girl." He murmurs, and with those words your core quickly tightens. Becoming restless, your hips start grinding against his fingers and creating more friction. Bucky takes this as a sign that you're close to a climax, so he once again presses his tongue securely to your clit, licking it up, down, in and out around the surface.

Your left hand immediately grabs down into the bedsheets while the other securely grasps Bucky's hair, but he doesn't stop. Continuing the same pace, the perfect blend of his tongue and fingers pumping inside of you inches you painfully, but pleasurably, closer to the edge.

"Look at you..." He breathes in-between sensually sucking at the aching, swollen, throbbing tip of your core. "So beautiful."

And you come undone. Your hand grips into his hair tighter, pulling him in closer as your body convulses with orgasm. The moans grow louder and more relentless. And he doesn't stop. "Bucky..." You breathe heavily, becoming extremely sensitive and panting. Pulling away with leaving gentle, yet hungry kisses along your inner thigh as he sits back on his knees. His lips glistening with your wetness and a mischievous grin. He pulls his two fingers out from inside you, bringing them to his mouth and sucks your juice off of them while keeping deep eye contact with you.

"You taste so good, Sunshine." How is this man so unbelievably seductive and sensual at the same time?

Pulling down the waist band of his own sweatpants, he exposes his large erection, the tip already red with a glimmer of pre-cum coming out the top.

"See what you do to me?" Bucky says intimately, kicking off his already half taken down sweatpants onto the floor to join your clothes. He inches forward, still on his knees as he firmly grasps himself, gently putting the head between your already dripping lips, massaging it up and down slowly to get your slick onto him.

Leaning forward to prop himself up into a missionary position, he starts to inch his way inside. Only a little at a time, pulling back out and pushing back in to slowly let you adjust around his size. Once Bucky is finally in the entire way, he leans his forehead against yours.

"Fuck..." He moans, both of your eyes rolling back. Bucky leans down, his body needing to be as close as possible to yours. Your chest arches up into his, whimpering softly as you feel all of him. Both his hands holding onto you, and you can't help but notice the perfect combination of fire and ice between the two.

Looking into each others eyes, your legs bend upwards slightly to allow him to go deeper. He performs long, slow strokes at first. No doubt taking in the cushioned wet depth. The pace starts to get faster, keeping a steady rhythm making you both moan in unison.

"You feel...so good inside me." You breathe. Your words seem to do to him what his had done to you just moments before. Bucky's breaths becoming more frequent and heavier as does the moaning from both of you. Seeing his reaction, feeling him pumping inside you, makes you cum, yet again, and with him, in pure ecstasy. He slumps down on top of you, both your bodies now shining with a layer of sweat.

A small whine escapes from your lips as he pulls out, laying down on the bed next to you, both breathing heavily. Bucky wraps his arm around you, pulling you closer as the two of you start coming down from your high.

"I think..." You whisper, "That I'm falling for you.”Bucky's fingers interlace with yours, he gently kisses your forehead.

"Yeah...the feeling is mutual."

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Good Morning, Big Bad (White) Wolf

Pairing: Buckyxfemale!reader

Summary: After experiencing a breach at The Compound, Tony sets you up with an apartment of your own....next to Bucky.

Warnings: Fluff, angst, flirting, sarcasm, slight cursing, play fighting, emotional discussions about relationships, Y/N.

Wordcount: 3.2K

Gif: Gif credit goes to c-evans

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Waking up the following morning, you swear it was all a dream. There is no possible way that Bucky had admitted to having feelings for you the night before. Opening your eyes, you're overcome by a wave of warm butterflies in your stomach. An instantaneous smile takes over your lips as you stretch out like a cat just waking up from a nap. Looking around the room, it feels familiar and yet completely new. For now, due to a possible safety breach, this is your new home for the foreseen future.

Sitting up in bed, you look around. It's like a hotel room; Simple, beautiful, but nothing personal. The thought saddens you a bit. You get out of bed, walking out from the bedroom and into the living room to find Bucky sitting on the sofa with a newspaper. He's such an old man. Hearing you walk in, he puts the paper down on the table in front of the couch and stands up. "Morning, Sunshine." He says warmly, but doesn't make any forward advancements. It's simple yet complicated just how chivalrous he is. But at the same time it’s comforting, knowing how patient of a man he is.

As if it were instinct, you saunter over to him to put your head on his chest, arms hanging lazily down at your sides. Bucky let’s out a small laugh as he wraps his arms comfortingly around your body, resting his chin on top of your head.

“Not much of a morning person, huh?” He speaks softly, and although you aren’t looking at him, you can tell he’s smiling through the words. Groaning faintly, you nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck. Holding onto you for a few more moments, Bucky starts trying to encourage starting the day by lightly rubbing his hands up and down your arms. As he starts pulling away you whimper at the sudden absence of heat, getting instant goosebumps.

“So…” Bucky starts, taking a few steps back. “I know how you are with ‘personalizing your space’.” He says, almost nervously. “I… went back down into your office and grabbed some of your things.” He points to the tv stand behind you. You turn to follow his gaze and find the picture of yourself and your brother, Luke. Your all time favorite picture. The one you look at every time you miss him. It’s the one thing you use to answer that age old question; If you could only take one thing from your house in the situation of an emergency, this would be it.

Bucky gently puts his arm on your lower back and slowly eases your body to turn towards the windowsill. There you find a vase of the brightest and most perfect yellow sunflowers. Next to the bouquet was a classic record player. He tenderly moves his hands to your shoulders, leaning in he says, “Sunflowers for my Sunshine.” in a low voice. Is this even real life?

In pure excitement you spin around, jumping up into Bucky’s arms, your legs closing around his torso like a small monkey in a tree. He supports your weight by holding you underneath your thighs.

“Is every morning going to be like this?” Your voice sounds just a bit too excited. Bucky laughs quietly “It can be, if you want.” He responds, looking up into your eyes and grinning.

“Don’t say it if you don’t mean it.” You say, half teasingly and half truthful.

He smiles, “My word is all I have.” Returning the smile, your hand runs back through his soft, short hair as you plant a small, dainty kiss on his lips. His reply is to press his lips back into yours.

Straightening your legs to imply you want to get down, he helps ease you down onto the ground. Looking down, your fingers intertwine with each other in front of you. “I um… I was going to try out the gym downstairs. Might as well check out the amenities.” You awkwardly laugh. Bucky smiles and walks over the the island in the kitchen. On the counter is a rather full paper bag. “Good thing Nat stopped by and dropped off some clothes for you to borrow.”

You excitedly walk over and peek in the bag. Oh good, no leather or spandex. They really do think of everything here. Settling for black leggings and a oversized gray Motley Crue band t-shirt, you turn back around, “Thanks.” You say, impressed. “I’m going to go change, would you want to come with me?” You offer, hopeful that he’ll say yes. Any excuse to be with him, close to him, and cracking that exterior shell he hides behind.

“Yeah! I just have to change and take care of Alpine, I’ll meet you down there.” Bucky says with a tiny smile as he heads out of the apartment.

The door latch doesn’t even fully close before you grab the chosen stack of clothes and dart into the bedroom. You start your morning routine. (Well, rather as close as you could get to your typical regimen under the circumstances.) As if the apartment was completely set up in case of situations like this, it was completely stocked. Toiletries, brand new toothbrush, chargers, etc. Changing into the borrowed clothes, you finish by putting your hair up into a high ponytail, performing oral hygiene, and of course, deodorant. (Actually an extra amount for the gym.)

The gym is located back on the first floor. Walking in, you feel a sudden wave of insecurity seeing everyone training. Nebula and Gamora are sparring with one another while Clint and Nat are making small talk as they spot each other lifting weights. Sam is sprinting effortlessly on a treadmill without breaking a sweat. You decide to take the safe option, taking one as well. Stepping up, you press the 'Start' button and break into a casual walk. After warming up, you increase the speed to a light jog. Although, next to Sam it looks like a real life demonstration of The Tortoise And The Hare. But, Sam being Sam, he would never say anything.

"Where's the moody teenager?" He breathes, looking over at you through the mirror in front of you both. A small laugh escapes as you try to control your breathing. "He's a little hard to keep track of." Sam laughs. "You're telling me!"

Finishing up two miles, you hit the 'Stop' button with a little extra force. Normally you would have only done one mile, but Sam made the run look so easy that you decided to push yourself. Stepping off of the treadmill, you lean forward, resting your hands on your knees as the air feels tight in your chest. The sweat is quickly turning into a cool dampness on your skin. Finally feeling like your heartrate is calming down, you stand up to find Bucky. So much for managing my heartrate. There he stands in a plain pair of gray sweatpants and a loose fitted t-shirt.

"Speak of the devil!" Sam calls from a few feet over, still keeping the same pace on the treadmill with an eighth of the perspiration . This is embarrassing.

Being constantly surrounded by heroes, super soldiers, and enhanced individuals didn’t seem like it would be that much of a challenge. You grew up a military brat, constantly having to adjust and then start all over again. This is like apples and oranges. Maybe it was naive to think that they would be similar, but that’s what a learning curve is, right? We all have one thing in common though, how to manage loss.

“You ought to be ashamed of yourself, Sam. For someone who relies on flying so much, you sure do focus on cardio.” Bucky grins at Wilson in the mirror.

“Hey…” you say, pretending to sound offended. “What’s wrong with cardio?!” You tease.

“Not a thing.” He smiles.

“Well then…” you start, walking backward towards the open room filled with padded martial arts mats. “Show me.” You grin, stepping onto the mat. Bucky puts his hands up in front of him in a truce manner.

“Come on, Y/N. I don’t want to hurt you.” He says, sounding concerned at even just the thought.

“I guess you have nothing to worry about then.” You smirk. “Let’s make it interesting… whoever lands the blow gets to ask something personal about the other. Nothings off limits.”

“I could just ask.” Bucky says taking a step onto the mat.

“Yeah but where’s the fun in that?” You say, daringly. Bucky's head rolls forward, a small laugh escaping.

"There's no winning this, is there?"

"Nope!" You say as your hands curl into loose fists, knees bent with feet firmly placed, and your dominant hand closest to your chest. Bucky lazily mirrors the defensive stance, obviously taking this as some sort of practical joke. You take advantage of him only half paying attention and snap forward, pushing his right elbow down and away.

"Wait!" Bucky says, letting his arms hang down. His eyebrows raised, eyes wide, and jaw hanging open just slightly. You let out a small laugh, but don't let your guard down.

"You ought to be ashamed of yourself, Mr. Barnes." You repeat the words teasingly as he had done to Sam. Still stunned, Bucky continues to stand there.

You lurch forward again but this time with a stiff right cross, which to no surprise, he blocks. Still in shock, Bucky is searching your face, occasionally looking at your hands which you use to your advantage. Using a swift kick to the left side of his abdomen. "Ugh!" He exclaims stepping back.

Laughing, you stand up straight. Someone else has joined in the laughter. Looking to the side of the mat is Wilson with his arms crossed, shaking his head.

"Man, what is it with you and getting your ass kicked by women?" Sam says, genuinely amused. Bucky shoots him a look through narrowed eyes.

"Yeah, Buck. What's up with that?" You say innocently taking a step forward and intertwining your hands together, looking up at him sarcastically sweet. Bucky, still flabbergasted just looks between you and Sam, still trying to find words. You take another step in closer with a flirtatious smile looking up into his eyes while leaning in. He does the same, so you utilize his distraction with a quick palm to his stomach. Only so slightly does he stumble back, but you take the opportunity to ever so swiftly sweep his feet from underneath him with your right foot.

He lays on the mat looking up at you in amazement.

"I'd say she's passed initiation." Cap says with a smirk. When did he even get in here?

Looking around, you see that a number of Avengers have gathered around.

"I know who I'm calling in for backup next time. Sorry, Nat." Clint jokes.

You crouch down and offer your hand out to Bucky. A truce. He laughs and reluctantly takes your hand. "I don't know if I should trust you." He says, apprehensively. Helping him up in a show of good faith (not that he actually needed help getting up) you laugh. "I guess I get to ask whatever I want then." You smirk.

Both standing up straight, you grin. "I know it's not just about the cardio." You laugh.

"Alright...everyone go back to....whatever it is you were doing." Bucky says, slightly embarrassed. Grabbing two bottles of water from a fridge on the way out from the gym, you hand one to him and crack open the other for yourself. Of course the coolness is more than welcomed after a nervous but fulfilled gym session.

"How?" Bucky asks, still blown away.

"Listen." You start, shaking your head. "My ego is not big enough to know that you could have laid me out flat in front of everyone. But, thank you for letting me humiliate you for a bit." You smile, nudging him slightly with your shoulder. He smirks in response.

"With having generations of military in the family, my dad thought it would be important to at least know how to defend myself."

"Your father's a smart man." Bucky says in agreeance. There's a small hint of awkwardness in the air.

"So..." You start, walking straight and not looking in Bucky's general direction. "About Sophie."

"What about her?" Bucky asks, nonchalantly.

"The situation still just seems so..." Your hands make little circles in the air, trying to find the right words. "So personal." You admit.

"Ah." Bucky breathes. "Still on that train, huh?"

"No seriously." You stop walking in the hallway. He turns to face you and stops as well. "This isn't meaningless to me, Bucky!" You sigh. "I need to know..." You whisper.

Taking a step towards you cautiously, he places both hands on each of your shoulders and looks down into your eyes. "I didn't-" He sighs. "I didn't know how to approach you about these...feelings." Bucky confesses. "Back in the 40's I would take you to a carnival and out dancing. Within a year we would have a house and be married, probably trying to start a family." Well that went from 0-100... Your face must have mimicked the thought because he starts quickly shaking his head. "Which is not how it works today, I know. I was trying to get an objective opinion from a woman who isn't an Avenger. Aside from you and Sophie, I don't have anyone else I could ask." Bucky admits.

His hands move upwards from your shoulders to cup your face gently. "This...is new for me." He breathes. Your hand reaches up to your cheek, delicately placing it over his. "Me too." You say in a nervous whisper.

"How about we figure it out together then? Just you and me, no one else?" Bucky offers. You nod your head and smile up at him. "Just us." You say in agreeance, placing a small kiss on his lips.

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Confessions Of A Big Bad (White) Wolf

Pairing: Bucky x Female Reader

Summary: There's a breach at The Compound, and the last person you expect to protect you is the one that shows up.

Warnings: Angst, fluff, cursing, jealousy, tight spaces, mature content (Not explicit...yet), Y/N.

Word Count: 1.4K

Gif: Gif credit goes to winter-seance

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Masterlist

Darting out the door, you stay on Bucky's heels. Trying to look around for any danger over your shoulders as you break into a slight run. He jogs right passed the elevator, and stops in front of what looks like a maintenance closet. Looking around, he opens the door and ushers you in. With a flick of the light switch, Bucky was moving a metal industrial rack. He moved that with as much ease as a tissue. It revealed a small, concealed crawl space.

“Get in.” He says quietly. “I’ll be right behind you.” Without hesitation, you obey. Crawling in, you feel a small incline. You can hear Bucky behind you, the slight thumping of his knees. Soon you see the crawl space branch off into four different paths. Again, as if he can read your mind, he says “Stay to the right.” before you can even open your mouth. You adhere until there is a large air vent underneath you. “Hold on.” Bucky says as he maneuvers his way around you, getting sinfully close. He makes a fist with his left hand, punching downward hard just once knocking it out. Jumping down he looks up at you sitting in the vent. “Jump!” But I’m not 6 feet tall. It’s a bit of a longer fall. Bucky sighs, “I’ll catch you! C’mon!” He puts both hands out, ready.

You hesitate, but only for a moment. The two of you have built a trust over the last 3 months, enough to do what he says without thinking twice. Swallowing hard, suppressing the lump of anxiety in your throat, you jump down. As promised, Bucky grabs your waist on each side, easing you down onto the floor. He stands in front of the closest door. “Friday?”

“Yes, Sergeant Barnes?” She replies.

“Y/N is going to be staying in here until further notice, as per Stark. Allow access to her.”

Before Friday answers, you chime in. “And James also.” He turns to look at you. “James can have access also.”

“Access for Y/F/N and James Buchanan Barnes approved.”

Bucky turns the door handle, pushing it open and stepping to the side, allowing you to go in first. You give him a small side smile, and head into the apartment.

It’s identical to his apartment, just the layout is opposite being the only difference. You timidly walk to the living room, turning around to face Bucky. Awkwardly, you bring your arms out and then quickly back down. What am I? A fucking penguin?

He stands just a few feet away, the left sleeve of his leather jacket ripped off, his vibranium arm showing. It’s the first time you’ve seen his full metal arm. You make sure not to stare too long, so you direct your attention to his face. It has patches of black, blue, and yellow bruises that are already healing. There’s also a few lacerations as well.

“Are you okay?” Bucky asks, still keeping his distance.

“From the look of it, I should be asking you that.” You fake a laugh.

“No, seriously.” He says sternly, taking a step towards you.

“Um. Yeah? It was a bit intimidating in the moment but I’m sure it will be fine.” You answer honestly with a shrug. “What about you?” You ask, concerned.

Bucky shakes his head, waving off the question. “This is nothing. I’ve been a lot worse off than this.” His eyes look spaced out, as if he was brought back to a specific memory.

“Well…” You start, “Thanks for making sure I got here safe. I’m sure you um, want to go wash up.”

“Don’t do that.” He says, irritated.

“Do… what?” You ask, confused at, not only his statement, but the tone.

“Send me away.” Bucky replies painfully, looking down at the floor.

“I just assumed-“ You answer calmly, but he quickly cuts you off.

“Assumed what, Y/N?!” He takes a few strides closer.

“I-I…” What do I say? How do I handle this?

Bucky takes in a deep breath, trying to bring tranquility to himself. "When we got word of a breach...I made sure I was the first one to get back."

"So you could continue your coffee date with Blondie downstairs?" You spit back.

Bucky scoffs. "Who?" He asks, genuinely confused and offended by the question.

"You know..." You start, trying to imply the overly attentive bartender from downstairs. The attitude is gone, feeling embarrassed having to spell it out for him. "Um...the girl? From Tony's party?" Bucky still looks baffled. You roll your eyes and sigh. "The one infatuated with you?! You two grabbed coffee?"

He looks side to side, furrowing his brows. "You mean Sophie?" Of course she's got an adorable name.

"I guess!" You say, agitated.

Bucky snorts. "I'm sorry, are you implying that her and I are...together?" He asks, offended.

"Well...up until this moment I did." You say, apprehensively.

His head falls back, exacerbated. "You really have no idea, do you?"

You stand there unable to say a word. Bucky stands tall, taking a few steps forward. "You have helped me in a way that no one else has before. You've given me different perspectives, different ways of coping. Hell, this is the most bliss I've had since 1943."

Annnd we're still standing here awkwardly. What do I even say to that?

"You make me feel...human, Y/N. It's something I never thought I would feel ever again." He takes small steps closer, as if you were a doe in the woods ready to sprint at any second. "You're the only one who isn't afraid of me or completely terrified by my past."

The massive lump is back in your throat. You try to swallow, but can't. You're petrified, unable to move or even breathe in the moment. Bucky had gotten even closer, so stealth like as if he were a panther stalking prey.

"What...are you saying?" You ask, your voice barely audible.

"I'm saying..." He starts, slowly reaching and taking your left hand in his right. Your body tenses up at the warmth of his touch. Breathe, you remind yourself.

"I made sure I got back to The Compound first to ensure you were safe. Sophie is a friend, like many other people here. But, I made it clear that I didn't see her in any other way."

"Are you sure she understands that because from here it looked like you two were pretty close." You say defensively.

Bucky breathes in deeply, letting it back out before taking one final step closer. Looking intensely into your eyes. So much for not being afraid of him. Your fingers slowly interlace with his, keeping your gaze; watching carefully to see if he becomes uneasy.

Up until this moment, Bucky has always maintained distance. And now, here he is pushing every boundary he’s made for himself. He presses his forehead down gently into yours. Bucky’s eyes close, his chest slowly rises and falls. He’s nervous.

Your heart is fluttering as you close your eyes also. Your breathing matches his, together in unison. The tip of Bucky’s nose touches yours and you can feel his warm breath on your face. Every ounce of you wants to lean forward and press your lips to his.

“Is… is this okay?” You breathe out. His eyes open to meet yours.

“It’s okay with me if it’s okay with you, sunshine.” He coos, as his vibranium hand moves a small section of hair out of your face, and then softly cups your cheek. If it weren’t for the coolness of his touch, you would swear that you were dreaming.

“Am I out of a job now?” You and Bucky both laugh lightly.

“Actually, I think you should get a raise.” He whispers, his lips barely touching yours as he speaks. That soft brush of his lips practically sucks the soul right out of you. The burning need to be as close as you possibly can to him rises from your stomach into your chest. Instinctively, your lips purse up into his. Bucky returns the soft, sweet kiss as if you were as delicate as a flower. Your hand grasps his shirt, pulling him closer and more deep into the kiss.

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Feeling Bad For The Great Big Bad (White) Wolf

Pairing: Bucky x Female Reader

Summary: Feeling a hint of jealousy, you have an intense moment before Bucky gets called on for a mission.

Warnings: Cursing, jealousy, making advancements, angst, fluff, building lockdown, being manhandled, y/n.

Word Count: 2.9k

Gif: Gif credit goes to marvelgifs

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Masterlist

Walking into work on Monday morning, you feel more excited to see Bucky today. Between the day you spent together and your parents pointing out that there may be some additional feelings towards him, you're eager to have your session today.

In the main area is a small, crappy (according to Bucky) coffee shop. You see him sitting at a table, his back towards you. As you turn to take a detour on the way to your office and say 'hi', you notice he's not alone. Sitting across from the table is the annoyingly happy blonde bartender from Stark's party.

You instantly feel crushed. As if you two didn't spend the majority of the weekend with each other. Maybe he was just being polite after all? Maybe I was reading too much into everything. Mom and Dad are obviously wrong.

Hoping to not be noticed, you get back onto your original path towards your office. The irritating blonde makes eye contact with you, smirking at the fact that she was getting the attention that she has so desperately wanted. You take a deep breath, looking away. Men are men after all. Doesn't matter what time they're from.

The dreaded noon appointment has arrived. James walks in a few minutes before the session, smiling as he sits down on the couch across from your desk. You do not return the same enthusiasm for this discussion.

"Good afternoon." You say, acknowledging his presence.

"Hey!" He says, eagerly. Of course. He took my advice to 'never say never' and now he's carpe diem-ing the bartender.

"How are you?" You ask, dryness biting at your tone.

Bucky raises his eyebrows. "Uh...good?" I'm sure.

"How are the nightmares?" You question, still unable to look up from your desk at him.

He pauses a moment. "Are you okay?" He asks, uneasy.

"Yeah. I'm fine." You respond bitterly. "Can you answer the question?"

"Okay?" He says confused, the emotion draining out of him. "Um. They're getting better?"

"Why do you think that is? Has something changed?" It obviously has. There's a lovely new Barbie-like woman in the picture.

"I-..." He starts, unsure how to handle the sudden change in atmosphere between the two of you. "I haven't been focusing as much on the past."

"I'm going to need more than that, James. Mr. Stark is expecting a progress report and I need to give him something." The words were chilling, even to yourself. Who am I? This doesn't sound like me. I don't even want to be saying these things, coming off as jealous and catty.

Bucky raises his eyebrows in shock. He sinks down a bit into the couch, visibly uncomfortable, unsure what to say.

"Ok then,..." You start. "Tell me about the last nightmare that you had."

He takes a sharp breath in, now looking down at the floor. "The last bad dream I had, was when I was first taken in by Hydra." The tone is sorrowful, and you know that this is not only going to be hard for him to talk about, but for you to hear as well.

"I recall waking up in what looked like an operating room. So many people were standing around me, talking about one of my limbs. I moved my feet and then my hands to see what they were talking about. That's when I noticed the raw pain in my left shoulder."

Bucky looks down at his left gloved hand. "It took a while to get used to. Hell, I still forget about it sometimes." For the first time, he takes the glove off. Your mouth opens in astonishment. Never once has he willingly shown his arm. You suddenly feel a hue of guilt. Here he is, opening up and you're jealous? He is showing trust and this is how you repay him?

His hand raises up in front of him, metal fingers spread apart as one by one they clench inward towards his metal palm, making a metallic scraping sound. He sighs, “It’s better than no arm, I guess.”

“Is it?” You say as you look up at him for the first time since he came into your office. Bucky looks up to meet your gaze, with a face that is trying to hide an unimaginable pain. I need to stop. Push your feelings aside and be present for him.

“I wouldn’t have done a lot of things if I didn’t have this arm.” He admits.

“There are people alive today that wouldn’t be if you didn’t have that arm either, Bucky. Some of them being your really good friends.” You encourage, trying to give him a different perspective.

He takes his other glove off, hands placed palm up on his knees. He’s looking at the stark contrast between the two. “They’re like night and day.” Bucky says to himself. As if he’s speaking out loud and you just so happen to be there.

“Bucky…” You say softly, trying to get his attention. He looks up, his jawline tight with clenched teeth. “We’ve all done things we aren’t proud of. But, we take accountability for our part in those situations and use that to better ourselves and others. It comes full circle if you’re willing to do the work.”

“You’re telling me to work the steps? Really?” He says, sarcastically.

“No. I’m saying that we have one life to live and a person should have the free will to live however they choose.” You say softly, reiterating back the words that he had just said to you a few days before with a warm smile.

Almost as if Bucky had been smacked in the back of his head, his eyes widened. It’s like those had always been his views, but he never thought that they would apply to him after all of the damage that was done. He runs his bare hands back through his short hair as he looks up at the ceiling. The heaviest sigh of relief escapes from his mouth. Hearing the words, receiving verbal validation without ridicule, is what he has been searching for all along.

Within the blink of an eye, Bucky had gotten off of the couch and was standing in front of your desk. He leans, placing both hands flat on the table across from you. You’re unable to speak, move, or even breathe as he looks into your eyes, seeking the words he wants to say. Almost as if he’s looking into your soul. Your eyes continually searching his to see how you should react. Is he dangerous? Did I somehow trigger him? Is he threatening? Is he mad? Is he about to tell me to go to hell?

Bucky leans in closer, just inches away from your face. His vibranium hand slides forward, placing it on top of yours. You lightly gasp at the combination of the icy touch and proximity of how close he is. Your heart is pounding, so much so that he could probably see it beating out of your chest just like in those old cartoons.

This is wrong.

You lean back in your chair, being the one to create the distance for once. “I… I can’t.” The images of Bucky with the irritating blonde keep flashing in your head. Hearing him calling her ‘Doll’, flirting over shitty coffee, the grin she gave as if she were dangling him like some prize in front of your face.

Bucky’s head falls forward, exhaling as he tightly closes his eyes. I won’t be the one to stand in the way of his happiness. We have a professional and friendly relationship. Maybe he can have the life he always dreamed of, with her.

A persistent dinging echoes from his pocket. He stands up straight, taking out the iPhone you had given him a few weeks earlier. He sighs. “I have to go. Steve just got word of a an important mission and needs me.” As Bucky starts to slowly saunter out of the office, which is unlike him, you say “Be safe.” It stops him dead in his tracks, but he doesn’t turn around. A moment later he proceeded out the door.

While you can't hear through the soundproof walls of the building, the floor rumbles underneath your feet. You knew in that moment he was gone and there was both of you that left things unsaid.

It's been a few days since half of The Compound left for a mission. The entire building was eerily quiet. You started getting into a routine that no longer involved Bucky for the time being. The days seemed to drag with the lack of deep conversations, laughs, and stories. Time crawled as you answered emails and turned in reports while FRIDAY would give small and brief updates on the mission.

That night when you get home, you feel yourself starting to slip into a hole. It's as though Bucky filled some sort of gap in your grief that felt like a big, black, emptiness when he wasn't around. You try shaking off the feeling, but the more you try to escape the heaviness, the worse it feels.

*Ding* Your phone lights up from the bed with a text notification.

Bucky: iMessage

You quickly frantically unlock your phone to see what the message says.

Bucky: Just checking in. I can't tell you where I am or when I'll be back.

That's it? You're holding the phone, thumbs twitching around the keyboard as you try to think of a response that doesn't sound desperate or needy. He cannot see me that way. Bucky needs someone to trust, someone that he can rely on. Well, he has Miss. Marilyn Monroe who works downstairs to be his emotional support...

"STOP!" You say out loud to yourself. Taking in a deep breath, you decide to reply.

Y/N: Hope everything goes smoothly. Be safe and see you soon.

Ugh. That sounds utterly pathetic. I need to take my mind off of this. And with that you grab your keys and bag deciding to take a drive.

While so focused on your confusing thoughts, you didn't even realize where you were driving to; The Café. After parking the car, you walk in.

"Hey Y/N! The usual?" The bouncy red headed girl asks from behind the counter.

"Hey Aly...Yeah that would be great. Can I also get a cinnamon roll too, please?" You ask humbly.

She purses her lips, "Rough day, huh?" You nod in agreement. The tall tale sign of your bad day is some kind of pastry. Maybe it's the sweetness, the carbs, or that it is just your comfort food. "Coming right up!" Aly says, getting right to work on your hot caramel latte.

You sit down at a small table, waiting for your order. Being the only person who decided to get coffee at 6 o'clock at night, the entire place was occupied by only yourself and Aly behind the counter. Your eyes keep drifting to the table where you and Bucky sat just the week before. You miss him. An audible scoff comes from your mouth. Miss him? I barely know him. Plus, he terrifies the ever loving shit out of me.

Aly is standing at the table with your order. You smile as she hands you the heated mug and the warm plate that holds all of the feelings that you're about to eat. You fake a smile, "Thank you." Aly returns the smile, although hers is genuine.

Your thoughts start to fight with themselves again.

Are you developing some sort of emotional attachment? Did this stem from the night you opened up about your brother Luke? Is it possible there is some sort of connection there? No. The last thing he's looking for is some kind of relationship. Plus he's got the playboy bunny at his beck and call. Blech. It would be crossing a line. Actually, many lines. Get a grip of your feelings, because if you don't, you might wind up losing your job. And him.

The delicious cinnamon roll helped, but it didn't magically fix all of your problems like you had hoped. You place the empty plate and mug on the designated counter. "Thanks again, Aly."

"Have a good night!" You hear her call back as you walk out of the door. Your car is parked right in front of the café, but you hesitate- looking at the record store. There's this pulling inside of your body. As if there were this metal cable that is slowly reeling you in. Divulging, you give in.

Looking at the records you can't help but to continue thinking of Bucky. Skimming through the vinyl's, you decide to grab a couple more for him. To help him acclimate. You try to convince yourself.

Getting into the drivers seat, you open the plastic bag with the records. Lynyrd Skynyrd, Billy Joel, Alabama, Aretha Franklin, and Black Sabbath, to name a few. This simple gesture makes you feel as though he is still here; ready to give his sarcastic, grumpy opinion on everything. You're missing him and this is the first time you are open to accepting the fact.

Two Weeks Later

Your eyes keep darting to the windowsill where the plastic bag with the records in it waits for Bucky's return. Or rather, I'm the one awaiting for him to come home. It has been a quiet, uneventful three weeks since (almost) everyone left on a mission. FRIDAY has been the one to keep you company. It feels pathetic, seeking comfort from an AI, but at the same time, there is no judgement. She listens and offers substantial solutions; suggesting to drink herbal teas for nerves, meditation, and reminds you to talk your daily walk around The Compound for fresh air and exercise.

Just when you were thinking of how boring this job has been as of late, the lights dim. Not just in your office, but from what you can see through the window on the door, in the hallways and other rooms as well.

"Friday?" You ask, standing up.

"Y/N, please remain in your office. We have word of a possible breach."

"Oh..." Was all that you could manage to say. You sink a little further down into your soft office chair. There were people running up and down the hallway, occasional shouts.

'Clear!' You hear one person say. Becoming curious after a few minutes, you get up from your desk and look out the window from your door. A loud siren starts going off along with flashing red lights. You close your hands over your ears from the loud warning. Still trying to look out of the door, you're startled by a sudden *Bang* outside of the door. Once your vision clears, outside of the window is Bucky. He quickly knocks on the door in distress, looking over both shoulders as he continues to knock.

You quickly unlock the door, but you don't even get a chance to turn the doorknob before he swiftly gets inside the office. "Bucky? Wh-What's going on out there?" You ask, the fear evident in your voice.

"Friday..." He says assertively.

"Yes, Mr. Barnes?" She answers.

"I want a full lock down protocol in Y/N's office, now! No one gets in or out."

"Engaging full lock down...now." As soon as the AI finished the sentence, thick, metal shields closed down over the windows.

“Bucky!” You yell, trying to get his attention. “What the hell is going on?!”

He watches the door as he takes a few steps backward towards you. Bucky quickly turns, grabbing you off of the ground by your shoulders, and places you in the corner. It’s the corner of the same wall that the door is on, but if anyone were to try and look in, you would be hidden.

Bucky brings his finger to his mouth making a shushing sound. You nod in understanding. He moves to stand in front of you, his back flat against the wall as he listens to the commotion out in the hallway. The sirens finally stop. It felt like they were going off for an eternity when in actuality it was maybe just a few minutes. All that’s left is the ringing in your ears. A moment later, the flashing lights also stop.

Leaning slightly off of the wall, Bucky looks out the window and soon he visibly relaxes. He opens the door and Tony, in full Iron Man armor, walks in.

“So what do we do now?” Bucky asks, knowing that every move, every decision he makes has to be ran by Stark.

Tony steps inside, eyeing the two of you up and down. “First, I don’t want to know. Second, we apparently didn’t apprehend everyone we were supposed to and they followed us back to The Compound.” Tony sighs. “We’re on lockdown until we’re all in the clear.”

“Um…” You say lightly getting their attention. “Lockdown?”

“Yeah.” Tony says bluntly. “No one’s going anywhere, it’s a question of safety for both us and civilians.” He turns to walk out the door. “There’s plenty of extra rooms on the 8th floor-“ he calls out over his shoulder.

Bucky clears his throat. “The apartment next to mine is open.” He looks Tony in the eyes as he turns around. Tony raises an eyebrow. and Bucky rolls his eyes in response. “I’ll take responsibility for her.”

Tony looks between the two of you with narrowed eyes and shrugs. "Just... don't let each other get into any more trouble, okay?" He says nonchalantly as he walks out.

All that's left is you, Bucky, and the stillness of the room. This is awkward. He avoids eye contact when he speaks. "Let's go get your room set up." He says, quickly dashing out of the door.

Here we go again...

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