#30s!Bucky Barnes

[marie-swriting]

See You In Two Days - Bucky Barnes

Marvel Masterlist

Summary : This is the story of how Bucky read The Hobbit. In 1937. When it first came out.

Warnings : 30's!Bucky, reader is from England, fluff.

Word count : 1.6k

French version

Shout out to @penguinwriter24 for helping me with the summary of The Hobbit (on top of helping me with the translation as always). Go check her account for some good angsty fanfictions!

Your nose in your book, you’re completely focused by its story. You’re only at the seventh chapter out of nineteen, but you can already claim that it’s your favorite book of the year. This J.R.R Tolkien knows how to captivate you like it hadn’t happened for a long time. 

You’re reading the verses the dwarfs wrote after their meal with Beorn when a masculine voice startles you.

“Pardon me, I didn’t mean to scare you.” the person apologizes, embarrassed.

You look up and find a skinny blond young man and another one who is taller and has dark hair. Right away, you find the latter cute. And considering how Bucky can’t take his eyes off of you either, it is safe to say the feeling is mutual. He didn’t expect to find such a beautiful bookseller when Steve asked him to accompany him to buy a book.

You put your bookmark in your novel and you place it on the counter then, you clear your throat and start acting professional.

“No worries. How may I help you?”

Directly, Bucky is intrigued by your British accent. He didn’t expect it, not that he doesn’t like it, quite the contrary, he finds your accent adorable, though not as adorable as you.

“I’m just looking for some theoretical books about art, where are they, please?”

“Just behind that shelf,” you inform Steve by pointing on your left. “Do you have a specific title in mind?”

“No, I’m just gonna take a look, thanks.”

Steve gives you one last smile before going to the place you showed him. You want to go back to your reading except Bucky doesn’t seem like he’s going to follow his best friend. Instead, he gives you a charming smile and leans on the counter.

“You have an accent,” he notices.

“Yes, I’m English.”

“I love it. How long have you been in the US?”

Normally, the second someone asks you this many questions, you just roll your eyes; however Bucky is so attractive that you don’t mind him. You want to talk to him.

“My family and I moved to Brooklyn when I was eleven so it’s been… nine years.”

“And do you like it?”

“I like it a lot, though I miss London even more.” you confess.

You see Bucky’s eyes quickly falling on your book before going back to yours.

“You’re reading The Hobbit? I love this book!” Bucky affirms, surprising you.

“You know it?”

“Of course! I read it two years ago, so I’ve forgotten the story a bit, but I loved it.”

Following his sentence, you prevent yourself from sighing in annoyance. Bucky ignores it but he just admitted his lie to you. Tolkien’s book just came out so he couldn’t have read it two years ago. Normally, you’d be pissed by now. You don’t like when someone makes fun of you, even less when it’s a guy doing it, especially if it’s just to flirt with you nonetheless there is something in Bucky’s enchanting smile that just prevents you from being mad. Actually, you think it’s even cuter the way he wants to talk to you by coming up with a subject he clearly knows nothing about. 

You could tell him right now you know he’s lying but you want to have some fun so you play along.

“Really? That’s amazing!” you state, exaggerating your surprise. “I just discovered it and I have to say I love it. Who is your favorite character?” you ask him with a fake innocent look.

At your question, Bucky panics. He barely knows the title of the book - what was it already, The Hibbit? The Hobbot? - and now he has to talk about a character! Nevertheless, Bucky doesn’t want to admit he pretends to know this novel just to flirt with you so he racks his brains. If you, a young woman, are reading this book and love it, that probably means it’s a romance novel with basic characters so the names mustn't be complicated. What ordinary names could it be though?

“Give me a second,” he explains to buy himself some time. “It’s been two years since I’ve read it, so I don’t really remember the names. It’s… huh…”

Bucky’s brain is going at full speed while he tries to come up with a name. Desperate, he chooses one specific name.

“It’s James.”

“James?” you question, frowning.

“Yeah, James. Great lad.”

Alright, maybe giving his own name wasn’t Bucky’s smartest idea but it is a common name so he thought he might have a chance it works out. However, considering the look on your face, he has some doubts.

“Bizarre, it doesn’t ring a bell. And yet, I’ve read more than two hundred pages.”

“It’s normal, he arrives later on.” Bucky specifies, hoping to cloud the issue.

“I’m excited to discover him, then!”

Proud he didn’t get caught - at least, that’s what he thought -, Bucky breathes more calmly, however that’s without taking into account your will to see how far he’s willing to go in his improvisation.

“And what is your favorite part in this story? Besides James, I mean.”

“Oh, well, the love story between James and that one female character whose name I forgot. They were cute together. But you haven’t reached that bit yet as you don’t even know James.”

“Ah yes, that must be why I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you reply with a smile, “not at all because you clearly know nothing about this book.”

Bucky closes his eyes for a second, understanding you have figured him out. Seeing his facial expression, you can’t help but softly laugh and Bucky could swear it’s the most beautiful sound he has ever heard.

“Is it that obvious?” he asks you.

“Well, considering you’ve “read” this book two years ago when it just came out, yes, it was pretty obvious. Though it was funny to see you come up with the story.”

“At least, I made you laugh, it’s still a victory.” Bucky affirms. “What is your name?”

“Y/N Y/L/N and you?”

“James Buchanan Barnes, but everyone calls me Bucky.”

“James? Did you really give me your name for one of the characters?” you chuckle.

“I thought what you were reading had characters with basic names.”

“Sorry to tell you this story is everything but basic.”

“What is it about?” Bucky questions, intrigued. 

“The Hobbit is set in Middle-earth, a country the author created, and follows home-loving Bilbo Baggins - so there's no character named James -, who joins the wizard Gandalf and the thirteen dwarves of Thorin's Company, on a quest to reclaim the dwarves' home and treasure from the dragon Smaug.”

“I was so far away from the love story I was thinking about.”

“More than far.”

“It seems interesting though.” he genuinely admits.

“It is. Tolkien is a new promising author. I’m sure he’ll be an important Fantasy writer, I can feel it. He’s not too well-known, though. The Hobbit just came out in England. The American edition isn’t even available yet.”

“How come you have a copy, then?”

“My father still has some contacts back home so sometimes we can sell books that aren’t out in the United States yet. It’s one of the strengths of our bookshop.” you proudly explain.

“Could you tell me on which shelf I can find it? I’ve been in a reading slump for quite some months now and I’m desperately searching for a good book and I gotta admit, you made me want to read it.”

“I could do that or…” you start while mustering up your courage, “I could lend you my copy. I’ll finish the book in two days, I know myself too well, I won’t be able to put it down, so if you want, you can come back and I could lend you my book and then…”

“We could go to a park and talk about it?” Bucky adds, glad to know the attraction is mutual. “Promise, this time, I’ll know what I’m talking about.”

“We could do that, yes. Unless, of course, you want to have your own copy, of course.”

“I’d like to do it your way.” he affirms, looking deeply in your eyes.

“Perfect.”

You look into each other’s eyes for a few seconds while you can feel the butterflies in your stomach. You can’t believe you found a solution to meet him again. Now, you can’t wait to finish The Hobbit and talk about it with Bucky.

“Sorry, I’d like to buy this book.” Steve interrupts you, a book in hand.

Embarrassed, you look away and set your eyes on Bucky’s friend. You had almost forgotten why Bucky came into your bookshop in the first place. You quickly take Steve’s payment and before Bucky turns around to leave, he gives you one last charming smile.

“We will see each other in two days, then, when you finish the book.”

“Yes. And who knows, maybe there will actually be a love story between a character named James and a female one by the end of the book?” you smile.

“I don’t doubt it for a second. See you in two days.” he completes with a wink.

You wave Bucky goodbye while your smile grows bigger. Bucky leaves the bookshop and the second the door closes behind him, you go back to your novel.

Marvel Masterlist

[lostwhump]

@whumptober | Day #30: "What have I done?" Captain America: Civil War (2016)

[gremlin-girly]

Kinktober Day 3

Main Kink(s): Clit/cock warming, threesome

Pairing: 30s!Bucky Barnes x f!Reader x 30s!Steve Rogers

Tags/Warnings: SMUT, threesome, established throuple, cockwarming, clit warming, oral (f recieving),  praise, squirting, multiple orgasm, p in v, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it folks), creampie, pet names (doll, sweetheart)

Summary: Your boyfriends know how to make you feel adored after a busy day at work - just as you know how to take care of them.

A/N: I think this is the part where people realise I'm actually really bad at summaries ahaha

Word Count: 1.2k

As always I do not give permission for my work to be reposted, translated or copied. My warnings are non-exhaustive (even though I do try to capture everything) but please read at your own risk. I am not responsible for your content consumption.

I hope you enjoy; feedback, likes and reblogs are always welcome!

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“Thanks for makin’ dinner again, doll.” Bucky purrs, nuzzling your neck, his nose trailing your clavicle slowly, breathing you in. You gasp when you hear Steve hum in agreement around your clit and you lean back into Bucky with your eyes fluttering closed.

 You’d been friends with Steve and Bucky since you were kids. You loved them both and they loved you. Bucky had moved in with Steve after Sarah’s death, to make sure Steve was taking care of himself; eating well, taking his meds and not getting into fights. Not that Bucky could cook particularly well. Which is where you came in; bringing home cooked meals by their place every chance you could, eventually becoming packed lunches for the both of them too. Sometimes you'd even come by on your lunch breaks to keep Steve company - or stay up half the night chatting to Bucky when Steve was sick.

You were at their apartment almost everyday helping out and they returned the favour. At first it was any trouble around the house; Bucky would do the handiwork and Steve would try to help. Then Steve started helping you cook, preparing food with you at lunch or in the evenings. Whenever you had trouble, they were the first people you came to.

You don’t know where along the line the relationship of friendship and lovers became blurred. You don’t quite know how you were lucky enough to have both of them. But you did. Ever since coming home one evening to a meal prepared by Steve and Bucky holding a dozen red roses, where they'd both sheepishly asked you to move in, you felt like you were living in a dream. They loved having you around - and hell, you were there all the time - and you loved being around them too.

One of the regular occurrences of having them both was sitting on Bucky’s cock when he came home from work whilst Steve worked your clit with his mouth.

 Bucky always told you it helped him to unwind; sometimes he’d read his book to you and Steve (not that either of you paid much attention to that) but on a Saturday morning he’d drink his coffee and read the morning paper with you in his lap writhing as Steve made you cum.

You loved every minute of their attention and youd be lying if it didn’t help you unwind. After a busy, stressful shift at the diner you had begun to look forward to coming home to your boyfriends, knowing you’d be keening to their praise and their touch. Your favourite part being when the both of them could no longer take your "suffering" and gladly put you out of your misery with sweet caresses and kisses as they ruined you.

“F-fuck, Steve,” you knotted your fingers in Steve’s locks, grinding your hips down as he sucked at your swollen clit. You’d already cum twice and, had Bucky not been holding your hips tightly in place you’d be riding him till kingdom come.  Steve smiles against your pussy and looks up, blue eyes glimmering mischievously and you can see his spit and your cum glisten on his face. He never breaks eye contact with you as he takes a long swipe from the base of Bucky’s cock buried in your pussy all the way back to your clit. You throw your head back and moan, walls fluttering around Bucky’s length. Bucky, who’d also watched Steve’s demonstration and more importantly felt your reaction, groaned with a smile of his own on his lips.

“I think you’ve warmed my cock enough, doll.” Bucky murmurs, wrapping a strong arm around your waist. Your legs were already  hooked over his knees so that you were spread open for Steve, which made it all the easier for Bucky to fuck up into you. Even with Bucky’s arm around you, you still bounced wildly. The wet sounds emanating from between your legs as you moaned loudly turning the three of you on more and more. 

“You're so fucking good to us, doll,” Bucky grunted into your ear, closing his eyes as he could feel you tighten around him at his praise. You still had Steve’s head pressed to your clit and you could only make out a muffled sound of agreement as he rolled your clit on his tongue again.

“o-oh God I’m- I’m gonna-“ you don’t even finish your sentence before you cum over Steve's face and Bucky’s cock. Bucky groans loudly and his eyes roll back as your pussy continues to spasm around him and Steve sits back, a little shell-shocked at being covered in your cum. Your face flushes and you feel embarrassed, ready to apologise to Steve when he utters,

“Fuck doll, I need you to do that again.”

Before you can protest, Steve is sucking at your clit and lapping  at your cunt so loudly, you’re sure the neighbours can hear. Bucky’s free hand finds a tit to squeeze tight as he sets a new, relentless pace.

“Can feel you dripping down my legs, sweetheart,” he rasps proudly. "You’re doing so well.”

Bucky’s praises, his pace and Steve’s relentless attack on your pussy make your legs shake violently,  your fourth orgasm inching closer and closer by the second.

“That’s it doll, one more.” Bucky purrs into your ear, trailing kisses on all of the places that make you shiver. “I’ll come with you.”

You choke back a whimper and gush again. This time, Steve’s a little more prepared and moves back to rub your clit with his fingers to prolong the orgasm he and Bucky rip from you. You half scream out at the pleasure, and seeing nothing but white space for five seconds, gasping for air as Bucky pumps you full of cum.

The sound of gasping and heavy breaths follow with Bucky is slumped into the couch, hands lazily holding you still as his cock softens inside your dripping pussy. You are slumped against Bucky's chest, heaving breaths softly as your eyes flutter closed. Steve presses one last kiss to your clit, making you jerk, before moving across to place gentle kisses to your thighs. Steve gets up first, kissing you and then Bucky before going to grab the change of clothes for the three of you he’d set out earlier.

“You taste so sweet on Steve’s lips.” Bucky murmurs, his tongue darting out between his lips to savour the lingering taste of you.

You barely manage to chuckle. “Mmhmm. That right?”

A tender kiss is placed to your temple. “Thats right. I may have to be on my knees next time of your going to make a mess like that.”

You flush red but you don’t even open your eyes. Cumming so hard just four times after a shift has wiped you out. Steve returns quickly with a warm, damp cloth helping you get cleaned up and into a comfy nightgown. Steve steadies you when your legs wobble and kisses you gently, smiling at you tenderly as Bucky cleans himself up too; not bothering with anything else but a pair of cotton underwear.

“Love you,” you murmur, pecking Steve’s lips, then repeating the words and kiss to Bucky. Their cheeks go rosy and murmur back their “I love you too”’s and look at you with unyielding adoration.

“Come on doll,” Steve urges, tugging your hand towards the table. “Let’s eat. Then Buck can read to us in bed.”

Bucky pretends to huff as if he’s hard done by, but all three of you know he loves it. You grin, feeling your heart swell as you look over at them both.

You don’t know how you ended up here with them, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

[cool-sepulchre]

Winter soldier but he slays the house down boots

[muensterfucker]

corny ahh stevebucky au

[skj-weebmam]

I owed my friend a drawing, I then learned she was a fan of marvel, and wanted a Bucky drawing.

[agent-44mc]

Me whenever I find out there’s no Winter Soldier/Red Guardian fics yet

[thatmexisaurusrex]

Just Bucky, looking for the latest version of the Chanukah Song to play to Sam.

[itsagentromanoff]

Clint: Stark, marry, boff, kill: Cap, Lang or Barnes.

Tony: I'd marry Steve, because he's classy. I'd kill Lang. Sorry, Lang.

Scott: The thought that you'd do anything to me is awesome.

Tony: And I'd boff Barnes.

[Bucky raises an eyebrow intrigued]

[navybrat817]

About to take the kiddos to the pool.

Maybe neighbor!Bucky will be there?

[angellbarnes]

denial is best served hot

day 2 - rivals

pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

summary: it's a competition between you two, always. every mission. this one, though, turns out a little differently than you'd expected.

word count: 3.8k

warnings: very very brief mention of blood, criminals, violence, 18+, dry humping, hands stuff but over clothes, utterly filthy dirty talk, horny asf Bucky

A/N: so I'm finally posting. day 2 of my 30 day writing challenge... 12 days later. but that's besides the point. the point is, it's posted and I wayy underestimated how busy I was going to feel after posting the first part. hopefully it'll be more regular from now on, but I think I'd rather take a lil more time on these fics and have the 30 days a bit more flexible, than rush out some that I know I could do so much better on. anyway, please enjoy☺️🤍

You’re heading towards the meeting room after being called for a mission. The lift stops on Bucky’s floor and he steps in. You side eye each other as the doors close. It’s tense, but comfortable, as the atmosphere usually is between you two. 

“What do you think the mission is?” You ask him. 

“Whatever it is, just know that I’ll do it better.” You can sense his smirk while keeping your gaze forward. 

“In your dreams, Barnes.” The doors open and you pat his chest before walking off. “In your dreams.” 

He follows with a huff. 

A friendly rivalry is the way you two put it. It may not come across so friendly, but no harm has ever been done by it. Just a constant competition between you to prove who is the “better” Avenger. You even tried to get everyone to answer a questionnaire about it. To which you only got two replies: Sam who, with no hesitation, answered you, and Tony who simply wrote down his own name.

It all started during a mission, when you and Bucky had decided to take separate hallways, which conveniently had the same number of opposing agents down each, and see who could take them the fastest. The winner, so be it, was the one who reached the adjoining room first. He made it first, and you’d tried to argue your case, wiping blood from your face, and he’d come out clean as a whistle. You made it your mission, from then on, to prove his arrogant ass wrong, and smack the smug grin clean off his pretty face. He bragged about this for ages, and you desperately wanted something to boast, and humiliate him, about. 

Fury is waiting in the meeting room when you walk in. You seem to be the only ones there.

“Where’s everyone else?” You question.

“Oh, there is no one else.” Fury states. “It’s just going to be the two of you. We need to be as discreet as possible, so we want to keep numbers low.”

You and Bucky glance at each other, silent competition instantly arising.

“So, what is the mission?” Bucky enquires. 

“A guy, to put it simply.” Fury replies. “Or, an underground drug and crime lord associated with multiple different gangs, groups and countries and is very, very dangerous. Murder, torture, kidnap, fraud, theft, you name it, he’s done it. But this guy is damn hard to catch. We have a lead at the moment, the best one we’ve had, to an underground club. Criminals only, essentially. Called ‘The KillOut’.”

“Ohh, I get it. It’s like chill out, but kill out, right?” Bar the reason for it, you quite like the name.

“Wait a second, I recognise that name. I think I’ve been there. Before. As the Winter Soldier, that is.” Bucky says, a concerned frown upon his face.

“So, what, you’re sending us there? How will we even get in?” You ask. Fury taps the screen he’s holding, and projects it to the one behind. Two profiles show up.

‘Your new aliases.” He responds. “Bucky, I’m afraid you’ll be returning as the Winter Soldier. They already know you, admire you. We’ve got a new arm for you to wear that is identical to your old one. I know it’ll be hard, but you’re just gonna have to, ok?”

Bucky takes a deep breath and simply nods at Fury’s request.

“Y/L/N, you’re now going as Betty Smalls, a seemingly innocent but seductive accomplice of the Winter Soldier. You’re an angel by day but the devil by night, so be it. Make it believable, you two. Our aim is to get him alone, so we have a way of restraining him and taking him away. You have a few hours to prepare and get ready, and your outfits are waiting for you back upstairs.” And with that, Fury sends the two of you off again.

You both receive your profiles whilst in the lift, and a copy of the mission report and what needs to go down in order for it to be successful.

“Be prepared to fail, Barnes, and for me to rise from your ashes as the saviour for this team. Not even sure why you should bother coming along.” You tease.

“I’m the Winter Soldier, sweetheart. You wouldn’t even be able to attend without me.” He quips back.

“Fine. But that’s all you’re going to be good for.” 

“See you later, Betty.” Bucky says as he gets out on his floor. He turns and you simply salute him, with a ‘See ya, soldier’ as the doors close on you.

You reach your room and, sure enough, your outfit it layed out, with Nat holding a pair of strappy black heels beside.

“Pretty cute, huh?” She comments.

“Hmm.” You stare at the longline and elegant black dress, the long, white fur coat, and the heels once again and question what led you to this moment. “Hello, Betty.”

~~~

You get to the car that’s waiting for you, barely making it there with both of your ankles in one piece. Bucky is already there waiting. You’d be lying if you said he didn’t look hot as hell clad in leather like that, trousers clinging to his thick thighs. You clear your throat and compose your dirty thoughts as you approach.

“Wow,” he coos as he looks you up and down. “Betty looks good.” You wonder if the complement is for you too. Either way, you can feel a small butterfly going crazy in your stomach, having his eyes rake over you like that. He almost looks hungry.

“Take a picture, Buck. It’ll last longer.” You smirk, crossing your arms, unaware that it’s just enhanced your cleavage. Bucky has to tear his eyes away, feeling a sudden tightness in his trousers. “Anyway, Betty has almost broken both of her ankles in these ridiculous shoes. They’re something I should be looking at, not wearing.” You let yourself flop down into the backseat. Bucky chuckles and shuts your door, heading to the other side and sitting down beside you. You both put in your ear pieces and the driver starts the car.

“You guys ready?” Fury’s voice rings in your ear.

“Ready.” You say simultaneously. 

~~~

You both get out of the car, Bucky offering his arm, which you take, before heading to the entrance. There are two huge – huge – men covering the doors. Alas, you keep your confident visage. You’re a criminal now, remember?

“I’m not Bucky anymore, ok?” Bucky whispers, face oh so close to yours. A shiver runs through you. “Call me soldier, tonight. I don’t care how stupid it is, that’s how I am – was – known.” You turn your face, unaware of how close you’d be to him.

“Ok.” You breathe. You carry on walking towards the front of what looks like an abandoned warehouse.

You see the men squint at Bucky, perhaps recognising him. Then look to you. It seems your outfit is enough to distract them as they look at each other and begin whistling and commenting. You roll your eyes to yourself.

“Soldat.” They both say, standing tall in front of who they think is still the Winter Soldier. Bucky simply glares at them. “And who’s this treat?” One of them says, turning to you.

“Betty Smalls, pleased to meet you.” You smile seductively through your lashes, clinging to Bucky’s arm, one hand upon his chest.

“The pleasure is all ours, sweetheart.” You cringe at them but keep up the act.

“She’s with me.” Bucky deadpans to them. They both clear their throats, stepping to the side and opening the doors for them. You blow a kiss as you walk through, turning to wink at the other. God, men are so easy to fool in a tight dress and lipgloss.

You head down some stairs, turning left at the bottom and, there it is, above another door, a neon sign with the words “the KillOut” in glowing red.

‘Here we go.” You say to Bucky. He gives you a tight-lipped smile.

“Betty.” He says.

“Soldier.” And with that, he opens the door and you’re exposed to an entirely different world. A world full of people, criminals, who look just like anyone else would in a club. You keep your cool as Bucky leads you to the bar. There are many eyes on the two of you, whispers between everybody and the Winter Soldier and his girl walk through. All Bucky has to do is look at someone with his intense stare and they’ll move out the way. It’s kinda hot, you think to yourself.

“An old fashioned for me and a pornstar martini for the lady.” Bucky says to the bartender. You flash him a ‘seriously?’ look and he just winks back at you. So does the bartender when he hands you your glass. 

You take your drinks and Bucky stares a couple out of their seats in a booth in the corner of the bar. You have the view of the whole place from where you are. 

“There.” Bucky says, eyeing a man who’s just walked in, sitting himself at the bar. “That’s our guy.”

“You’ve located him?” Fury asks through the comms.

“Apparently so. But that is not who I was expecting.” His flamboyant style consists of a deep burgundy/pink suit, with, no doubt real, rhinestone detailing along his collar and lapels. His black suede boots have at least a two inch heel to them. His cheekbones shimmer under the dim lighting with highlight and his red eyeliner perfectly compliments his devilish looks. As well as that, you notice the way he crosses one leg over the other and delicately stirs his drink while eyeing up the bartender.

“Well, I never.” You say, leaning back into your seat and folding your arms.

“Ok, go and order me another drink and flirt with him. Our best option is for you to seduce him so we can get him alone.” You laugh a little too loudly and have to cover your mouth at his suggestion. He looks extremely confused at your outburst. “What?”

“I think you mean you need to seduce him.” You shortly reply.

“Excuse me?” He questions, sitting more upright to face you.

“Are you kidding me? Even a blind person could see that he’s oh, so clearly, gay, Barnes.” You're smiling excessively and his mouth has dropped. You smirk and prop his jaw back up so his mouth is shut. “What are you waiting for? Go get him, tiger.”

“Oh, I don’t think so, Y/L/N. I see what you’re doing. You’re trying to humiliate me, hit on this guy for your amusement. It’s not going to work. Now just go so we can get this mission over with.” You sigh at his ignorance, although that would be a good prank. Maybe another time.

“No, Buck, I’m not doing anything. Look at the guy. He’s one Madonna song away from voguing across the floor.” Your state. 

“Criminals can be over the top, you know? Just remember Zemo and his purple pimp coat.” He quips.

“Ok. What about the fact that he’s practically drooling over the bartender?” Your question is aimed rhetorically. Bucky is clearly struggling for an answer and the two of you become stuck in an intense staring contest. Neither planning on breaking first.

“Status report, guys? How’re we lookin’?” Fury asks.

“Bucky can’t accept the fact that our guy is clearly gay as all hell and is trying to get me to seduce him.” You reply, still not breaking eye contact.

“Wait, so let me get this straight. You two have gone to a bar, got yourselves a drink, sat yo’ asses down and have been arguing over whether the incredibly dangerous criminal we’re trying to capture is into fuckin’ men or women? Are you fucking kidding me?” Suddenly, Fury’s words send yours and Bucky’s eyes back to your target. “Get your heads together, agents, and will one of you, for the love of God, go and flirt with the enemy.” Fury cuts off and you’re left in silence. Bucky leans back in his seat and you raise a brow at him.

“Go. You heard the guy. Now, go ‘n’ flirt with the enemy.” He smirks. 

“Fine. I’ll go over. I’m going to have so much fun proving you wrong. My gaydar is never off.” You hold your glass up to Bucky as he scoffs, and saunter over to your target, who you know as Mr. Argot Boughley.

“Hey, honey. Saw you from the other side of the bar. Thought you looked lonely.” You wink at him and take a sip from your glass.

“Oh, I’m sorry babe, I’m not-”

“Oh, no, I know.” You cut the man off, chuckling. “I can tell a man’s man from a mile off. My friend, he’s shy, you see. But sweet as sugar once you get past the murderous tendency, am I right?” You point your glass towards Bucky, to which Argot’s eyes follow. You see him looking confused in his shadowy confinement of the corner booth. “Cute, right?”

“Mmm, as a puppy. I bet he looks good with blood on his hands.” He comments, side eyeing you with a smirk.

“Like you wouldn’t believe.” You play along. Whatever gets him captured and proves Bucky wrong. “He likes a confident guy. I’ll send him your way, shall I? You two look hot together, I can already tell.”

“Tell him I’ll have a drink, and maybe something more, waiting for him.” He winks, biting his lip as he drinks Bucky’s form with his eyes. You walk smugly over to Bucky and sit yourself back in the booth. He looks concerned.

“Well? Did he fall for you or not? Should get back over there so you can get him alone.” Bucky says, to which you just giggle.

“Oh, baby boy. Sweet, naive, baby Bucky. That man over there is as straight as a roundabout. I’m not doing anything for him, but I told him I’d send you over. And he’s got a drink waiting for you.” Bucky’s eyes widen at your words, and you relish in his confusion. He has no words coming out of his open mouth.

“He’s really gay, huh?” Bucky weakly accepts his defeat and you grin in response as he makes eye contact with Argot, who holds up the drink he’s ordered.

“Time to shine, Barnes. Get your gay on. And, whatever you do, don’t fuck it up.”

He takes a breath and, shaking his head at you, stands himself up and heads over to Argot. You sit back and let the scene in front of you unfold. 

Argot begins by caressing Bucky’s thigh and continuously leaning closer to him. To begin with, you’re chuckling to yourself, thinking of the things you’ll be able to tell the team when you get back, but Bucky seems surprisingly believable when he also leans closer to Argot. Bucky’s hand roams Argot’s thigh and torso, as he grins and charms the pants off of Argot. You find yourself frowning at the two of them, unsure of the twang of jealousy that creeps through you. Their faces grow closer and closer and, before you know it, they share a short, but sweet kiss. 

Props to Bucky for the commitment, though you now find yourself wanting another drink. A strong one.

You can’t help the way your jaw drops when Argot begins leading Bucky away from the bar and through a doorway that you assumed led to the bathroom. Clearing your throat and trying to look as discrete and nonchalant as possible, you follow shortly after. It’s acting. Bucky’s acting. So, why did your jealousy feel so real?

When you turn the corner, you’re met with a corridor littered with doors, each to a different room. They must be for everyone’s criminal meetings. Or, whatever. You roll your eyes at your internal monologue and talk into your comm.

“Buck, if you can answer me, which room are you in?” No response.

You start heading slowly down the corridor, hand lightly atop the blade tucked neatly beneath your dress. Your head is lowered, trying to focus on and make out the sounds coming from each room. And there were a lot. Yelling, negotiating, probably murdering, moaning, the lot, and then there it is. A deep thud. And a muffled ‘goddamnit’ from Bucky. 

“Bingo.” You say, staring at room 22. You groan when you find that the door is locked. You’re pressed up against it to see if you can hear anything else going on, when it’s unlocked and you go stumbling into Bucky.

“Steady.” He chuckles as you straighten yourself up. He shuts the door and locks it again. “Careful, I think you’re starting to fall for me.” He smirks, hands proudly on his hips. Your throat is dry but you manage a dirty look his way.

“What did you do to him?” You ask when you turn your focus to Argot. He’s out like a light.

“A simple dose of my fist in his face. Trust me, he’ll be out for hours.” He gets to work tying Argot’s hands behind his back, ready to get him out of here and most likely shut the rest of the club down.

“Huh, good work I guess.”

“I was going to keep him around for a bit longer to see if I could get some information out of him first but, uh. He, uh… He tried to…” Bucky’s stuttering like crazy and your grinning, arms crossed, head tilted, ready for him to admit his wrong. “He tried to kiss me. Again. And more. I don’t know, it was a reflex. But, whatever, you, uh, you were right.” He mumbles the last part and turns away sheepishly.

“I’m so sorry, Barnes, I missed that last part. I was what?” You move closer to him and wait for him to say it to your face.

“You were right about Argot.” He mumbles again.

“Nope, sorry. Didn’t catch that.” Suddenly his eyes grow wide and you’re slammed against the wall. His body is firmly pressed against yours, faces mere inches apart and breathing heavily. Your heart rate has most certainly doubled.

“I said, princess, that you. Were. Right.” His eyes bore into your soul and you honestly can’t tell any of your emotions apart anymore.

“That’s all I wanted to hear.” You squeak.

“But don’t get me wrong. You may have been right about Argot,” Oh no, his cocky voice is out. “but don’t think I didn’t notice the way your fist clenched around your glass when he touched me, or how you couldn’t bear the sight of him leaning in towards me, even more so when he kissed me. Bet you wished it was your hands, your lips, on me, huh?”

You’re speechless. He’s right. How can he be right? You take in a sharp breath and dare yourself to look into his piercing eyes.

“In your dreams, Barnes.” You just about make a sound. A very unconvincing one. So much so, Bucky chuckles at your weak excuse for a response. He brings his hand to caress your cheek.

“Babygirl, you can deny this all you want, but I sure as hell was picturing your lips when he kissed me. Darlin’ it’s the only way I could do it. Be honest, you’ve never thought about it? About this, about us? Tell me you haven’t, and I’ll back away right now.” He lowers himself to release his deep voice into your ear. “Right now.”

You’ve never wanted a man so bad. And you hate yourself for it.

You turn yourself to look at him, lust blanketing over both of you like a storm. A surge of emotions and desire, now taking over. “I hate you. Come here.” You grab his face and pull him to your lips. The kiss is deep, passionate, messy, and long overdue. 

Finally, the pent up tension that you’d each been denying is being released. And it couldn’t be hotter. Your hands roam each other like it’s life or death, just wanting to feel each other. Everywhere. Your lips don’t stop. Then he starts kissing, nipping and licking your neck, forcing moans from you. You pull his hips into you and his hard on presses up into you. You both groan and look into each other's eyes. He begins grinding against you and you resume the kiss, now peppered with moans in between. You tug on his hair and he releases an almost feral sound. You smirk up at him. He does the same in return as he slips his hand beneath your dress and lets his hands roam over your soaked panties.

“All this for me?” He whispers, nipping at your ear. The sensation of him rubbing the thin fabric over your clit has you arching and moaning against him. “Doll, I don’t know how I’ve gone this long without fucking you. I’ve thought about it, ya know? By myself. In bed, in the shower. But I knew my hand would never feel as good as you would wrapped around me. It’ll never be as good as having my cock inside that pretty pussy of yours. Isn’t that right, baby?” 

You’re a mess. From his words, from his actions. This man is going to ruin you. And you’re going to let him.

“Yes.” You gasp. “Bucky, fuck, thought about you too. Touched myself thinking ‘bout you. But this is so much better.” You palm his erection over his trousers and he groans deeply into your neck.

“Fuck, baby.” He breathes.

“By the way, I’m still gonna tell everyone about how I was right about Argot.”

“I swear, I’m-”

“Agents? It’s been a while. What the hell is going on over there and please, for the sake of my sanity, tell me that motherfucker is caught now.” Nick’s voice yells at both of you, clearly unaware of anything. Your hand flies to cover your mouth. You can’t help the chuckle that escapes your lips, and Bucky does the same. He brings his hand to his ear.

“Everything’s fine. We’ve got the guy. He’s down and ready to be brought back. You can send the other agents in to shut this place down.” Bucky replies. Cool, calm and collected. Like nothing else was going on.

“Finally. What in the hell took you so long?” Fury bites back.

“Uh, yeah, sorry about that. Things got a little… harder than we expected.” You roll your hips against Bucky and he clenches his jaw not to make a sound.

“Fine. Well, at least it’s done. Good work. You can head back to the compound now.”

You’re left in a silence, eyes devouring each other. Hungry for each other

Bucky leans back down to you, a growling undertone to his words “Guess we’ve gotta finish what we started back at the compound. I can’t wait to be inside you, doll.”

“Excuse me?” Fury’s voice is back and both your eyes widen. 

“Shit.”

[marie-swriting]

À Dans Deux Jours - Bucky Barnes

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Résumé : Voici comment Bucky a lu Le Hobbit. En 1937. Quand il a été publié.

Warnings : 30s!Bucky, la reader vient d'Angleterre, fluff

Nombre de mots : 1.5k

Version anglaise

Un grand merci à @penguinwriter24 pour m'avoir aidé avec le résumé du Hobbit (en plus de m'avoir aidé avec la traduction comme d'habitude). Allez jeter un coup d'œil à son compte pour des bonnes fanfictions angsty!

Le nez dans ton livre, tu es complètement absorbée par l’histoire. Tu es seulement au septième chapitre sur dix-neuf, mais tu peux déjà affirmer que c’est ton coup de cœur de l’année. Ce J.R.R Tolkien sait te captiver comme ça n’était pas arrivé depuis longtemps. 

Tu découvres les vers que les nains ont écrit après leur repas avec Beorn quand une voix masculine te fait sursauter.

-Excusez-moi, je ne voulais pas vous faire peur, s’excuse la personne, gênée.

Quand tu relèves la tête, tu découvres un jeune homme blond de petite taille et un autre plus grand et brun. Tout de suite, tu trouves ce dernier mignon. Et vu comment Bucky n’arrive pas à défaire les yeux de ton visage, on peut dire que le sentiment est réciproque. Il ne pensait pas tomber sur une libraire aussi jolie quand Steve lui a demandé de l’accompagner pour acheter un livre.

Tu mets ton marque-page dans ton livre et le poses sur le comptoir puis, tu te racles la gorge et prends une apparence professionnelle. 

-Il n'y a pas de problème. Comment puis-je vous aider ?

Directement, Bucky est intrigué par ton accent britannique. Il ne s’y attendait pas, bien que ça ne le déçoive pas, au contraire, il trouve ton accent adorable, mais pas aussi adorable que toi. 

-Je recherche des livres théoriques sur le dessin, où sont-il, s’il vous plaît ?

-Juste derrière cette étagère, informes-tu Steve en pointant un endroit sur ta gauche. Vous avez un titre précis en tête ?

-Non, je vais chercher, merci. 

Steve te fait un dernier sourire avant d’aller à l’endroit que tu lui as indiqué. Tu veux reprendre ta lecture sauf que Bucky ne semble pas vouloir suivre son meilleur ami. À la place, il te fait un sourire charmeur et s’appuye contre le comptoir. 

-Vous avez un accent, remarque-t-il.

-Oui, je suis anglaise.

-J’adore l’accent anglais. Vous êtes ici depuis longtemps ?

En temps normal, autant de questions sur ta personne t'auraient déjà fait rouler des yeux, mais Bucky est tellement séduisant que tu ne lui en tiens pas rigueur. Tu veux continuer de lui parler. 

-Ma famille et moi, nous nous sommes installés à Brooklyn quand j’avais onze ans donc il y a… neuf ans. 

-Et vous vous plaisez ?

-J’aime beaucoup, même si Londres me manque souvent, confesses-tu.

Tu vois les yeux de Bucky se poser rapidement sur ton livre avant de remonter vers les tiens.

-Vous lisez Le Hobbit ? J’adore ce bouquin ! affirme Bucky, te surprenant. 

-Vous connaissez ?

-Bien sûr ! Je l’ai lu il y a deux ans, donc j’ai un peu oublié l’histoire, mais je l’ai adoré.

Suite à sa phrase, tu te retiens de montrer ton irritation en soupirant. Bucky l’ignore, mais il vient de dévoiler son mensonge tout seul. Le livre de Tolkien vient tout juste de sortir alors il ne peut pas l’avoir lu il y a deux ans. Logiquement, tu devrais être agacée. Tu n’aimes pas qu’on se moque de toi, encore moins quand c’est un garçon qui fait ça, surtout si c’est juste pour flirter, mais il y a quelque chose dans le sourire séduisant de Bucky qui t’en empêche. Tu trouves même que c’est mignon la façon dont il veut continuer la conversation avec toi en parlant d’un sujet qu’il ne connaît clairement pas. 

Tu pourrais lui dire tout de suite que tu sais qu’il ment, mais tu as envie de t’amuser, alors tu marches dans son mensonge. 

-Vraiment ? C’est étonnant ! déclares-tu, en exagérant ta surprise. Je le découvre tout juste et je dois dire que j’adore. Quel est votre personnage préféré ? demandes-tu avec un faux air innocent.

À ta question, Bucky panique. Il connaît à peine le titre de ce livre - comment c’est déjà, Le Hibbit ? Le Hobbot ? - et maintenant, il doit parler d’un personnage ! Cependant, Bucky ne veut pas avouer qu’il fait semblant de connaître le roman pour flirter avec toi, alors il se creuse la tête. Si toi, une jeune femme, tu lis ce livre et l’adores, c’est que c’est forcément une histoire d’amour avec des personnages communs donc les prénoms ne doivent pas être compliqués. Mais quel prénom ordinaire ça pourrait être ?

-Donnez-moi une seconde, explique-t-il pour gagner du temps. Ça fait deux ans que je l’ai lu, j’ai un peu oublié les prénoms. C’est… euh…

Le cerveau de Bucky marche à cent à l’heure tandis qu’il cherche. Désesperé, il se décide sur un prénom bien précis.

-C’est James.

-James ? questionnes-tu, les sourcils froncés. 

-Oui, James. Vraiment un gars super.

D’accord, donner son propre prénom n’est peut-être pas l’idée la plus intelligente qu’il ait eue, mais c’est un prénom commun donc Bucky pense qu’il a une chance que ça marche. Toutefois, vu l’expression sur ton visage, il a un doute.

-Bizarre, il ne me dit rien. J’ai pourtant lu plus de deux cents pages.

-C’est normal, il arrive plus tard, précise Bucky, espérant noyer le poisson. 

-J’ai hâte de le découvrir alors !

Fier de ne pas s’être fait prendre - enfin, c’est ce qu’il croit -, Bucky respire plus tranquillement, mais c’est sans compter ta volonté de voir jusqu’où il est prêt à aller dans son improvisation.

-Et qu’est-ce que vous avez préféré dans l’histoire ? À part James, je veux dire.

-Oh, eh bien, l’histoire d’amour entre James et ce personnage féminin dont j’ai oublié le nom. Ils étaient mignons ensemble. Mais vous n'êtes pas encore arrivés à ce passage comme vous ne connaissez pas encore James.

-Ah oui, ça doit être pour ça que je ne sais pas de quoi vous parlez, répliques-tu avec un sourire, pas du tout parce que vous n’avez clairement pas lu le livre.

Bucky ferme les yeux pendant une seconde, réalisant que tu l’as demasqué. Face à son expression faciale, tu ne peux t’empêcher de rigoler doucement et Bucky pourrait jurer que c’est le son le plus magnifique qu’il ait jamais entendu. 

-C’est si évident ? demande-t-il.

-A partir du moment où vous avez “lu” ce livre il y a deux ans alors qu’il vient de sortir, oui, c’était assez évident. Mais c’était drôle de vous voir imaginer une histoire.

-Au moins, je vous ai fait rire, ça reste une victoire, affirme Bucky. Comment vous appelez vous ? 

-Y/N Y/L/N et vous ?

-James Buchanan Barnes, mais tout le monde m’appelle Bucky. 

-James ? Vous m’avez vraiment donné votre nom pour parler d’un des personnages ? ris-tu.

-Je pensais que ce que vous lisiez avait des personnages avec des prénoms banals.

-Désolée de vous apprendre que cette histoire est tout sauf banale. 

-De quoi parle-t-elle ? demande Bucky, intrigué.

-Le Hobbit se passe dans la Terre du Milieu, c’est le pays que l’auteur a inventé, et on suit l’histoire de Bilbon Sacquet, rien à voir avec un certain James, qui avec le magicien Gandalf et la compagnie des treize nains et de Thorin mènent une quête afin de récupérer la maison des nains et le trésor des griffes du dragon Smaug. 

-J’étais vraiment loin de l’histoire d’amour à laquelle je pensais.

-Plus que loin.

-Mais ça a l’air intéressant, avoue-t-il, sincèrement. 

-Ça l’est. Ce Tolkien est un jeune auteur très prometteur. Ça sera un important auteur de fantasy, j’en suis sûre. Mais il n’est pas encore très connu. Le Hobbit vient tout juste de sortir en Angleterre. La version américaine n’est même pas encore disponible.

-Comment cela se fait-il que vous l’ayez, alors ?

-Mon père a encore des contacts en Angleterre donc parfois, nous pouvons proposer des livres qui ne sont pas encore sortis aux Etats-Unis. C’est une des forces de notre librairie, expliques-tu, fièrement.

-Vous pouvez me dire dans quel rayon il se trouve ? Je fais une panne de lecture depuis quelques mois, je cherche désespérément un livre pour en sortir et je vous avoue que vous m’avez donné envie de le lire.

-Je pourrais faire ça ou alors…, commences-tu en prenant ton courage à deux mains, je pourrais vous prêter mon exemplaire. Je me connais, je vais le finir d’ici deux jours, je vais pas réussir à le lâcher, alors si vous voulez, vous pouvez repasser et je vous prêterais le livre et après…

-On pourrait se retrouver dans un parc et en parler ? complète Bucky, content de voir que l’attirance est mutuelle. Promis, cette fois, je saurais de quoi je parle.

-On pourrait faire ça, oui. Sauf si vous préférez avoir votre exemplaire, bien sûr.

-Je veux bien faire comme vous m’avez dit, affirme-t-il en plongeant ses yeux dans les tiens. 

-Parfait.

Vous vous regardez dans les yeux pendant plusieurs secondes alors que tu ressens des papillons dans ton ventre. Tu n’arrives pas à croire que tu as réussi à trouver une excuse pour le revoir. Maintenant, tu n’as qu’une hâte, finir Le Hobbit et en parler avec Bucky. 

-Pardon, je vais prendre ce livre, vous interrompt Steve, un bouquin en main. 

Embarrassée, tu détournes le regard et poses tes yeux sur l’ami de Bucky. Tu avais presque oublié pourquoi Bucky était entré dans ta librairie à la base. Tu encaisses rapidement Steve et avant que Bucky fasse demi-tour pour partir, il te lance un dernier sourire charmeur et prend la parole.

-On se voit dans deux jours alors, quand vous aurez fini le livre.

-Oui. Et qui sait, peut-être qu’il y aura effectivement une histoire d’amour entre un James et un personnage féminin à la fin du livre ? souris-tu.

-Je n’en doute pas une seule seconde. À dans deux jours, finit-il avec un clin d'œil.

Tu salues Bucky de la main tandis que ton sourire devient de plus en plus grand. Bucky quitte les lieux et à la seconde où la porte se referme, tu te replonges dans le livre.

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[jessielucidart]

“Steve comforting Bucky after a nightmare.” Drawing for the wonderful winner of my @marveltrumpshate auction for charity, Brenda, and inspired by a fic by W6CFanficWriter. I had a great time revisiting Bucky’s OG metal arm and pairing it with Nomad Steve. ❤️

[numberonestuckyshipper]

It’s Not Fuckin’ Funny Steve.

[pettytiredandjewish]

Not me working on a marvel x 30 days of night crossover fic…

[nctrlips]

"lets play minecraft" and its just me and bff staring at our favs