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httpwintersoldier · 2 years ago

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『 death of peace of mind | ch6 』

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𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊'𝖘 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖉𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖍 𝖔𝖋 𝖕𝖊𝖆𝖈𝖊 𝖔𝖋 𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖉 - a slow burn between a hate-filled person and a sorrow-filled soldier

The conversations with Bucky at the bar became somewhat odd. You no longer felt the need or the will to insult him. Not because you felt like you owed him something (when maybe you did), but because the rage and annoyance you used to feel in his presence were no longer there. Insetead, you felt comfort more often than not.

When he came in the door you felt safe, relieved even. The bickering continued, obviously, after all that was the only way you two knew how to communicate, however they were just playful remarks, instead of snarky and rude ones.

"Sorry! We're closed!" You said, in the nicest voice possible, afraid you'd piss off whoever was coming through the door at 3am.

"But there's still-"

Before the man could finish the sentece, Bucky turned around to look at the man.

"Does the word closed confuse you?"

The question was met with no reply, simply incentivating the man to leave and close the door as he did so.

"Thanks, Buck."

Bucky smiled at the nickname.

"Buck?" He asked, standing up and handing you his empty cup so you could finish closing up.

"Yeah! You don't like it?" You asked, cocking your head to the side as you passed his cup under water and wiped it clean.

"I do, it was just... Steve used to call me that. Reminded me of him."

"Oh..."

It was all you could say. You felt bad for bringing up memories of his dead friend. Bucky could read you like a book at this point and laughed, clearly being able to tell you felt sorry for mentioning it.

"It's okay, Y/N. I miss him, but I'm happy one of us got their happy ending."

You looked at Bucky as he said that, and you could very well see the sadness, sorrow and longing underneath the sad smile he used to try to mask those emotions.

"You'll get yours too, Bucky."

He just walked towards the door, opened it and kept it open with his body as he shoved his hands in his pockets, waiting for you to turn off the lights and exit the establishment.

"Maybe, who knows."

The walk to your house was silent. You were getting used to Bucky's silence, and you started understanding why he enjoyed it so much. There was something so comfortable, so... intimate, with being able to sit in silence with someone. It was a lot easier to strike up a conversation and keep it going, but you truly had to be at peace with someone to sit with them (or walk with them) in silence.

After that day, the Soldier simply wouldn't let you walk home alone. He told you it was because his house was on the way anyways, but you knew (and he knew you knew) that Bucky just wanted to make sure you were safe. You'd sometimes tease him about it, and he would threaten to leave every time, but he stayed every time.

If the situation in the town got a little tricky, he'd even keep watch outside of your building. Bucky wanted to make sure you never had to feel the fear, the uncertainty, the entrapment... Because he knew what that desperation felt like. He knew it all too well.

"Right so," you said as you came to a stop, at the door of your building "I assume I will see you tomorrow, drinking up all of my stock of scotch?"

"Actually, no," he said, with a serious face, and your smile faded "I might be drinking up your stock of bourbon."

You laughed with him at the shitty joke and punched his arm jokingly. Except it ended up being the wrong arm, and punching vibranium hurt. Like a bitch.

"Ow, motherfucker!" You complained, your eyebrows furrowed in pain as you caressed your knuckles.

Bucky laughed, as hard as you had ever seen him, hand over his heart and all.

"How am I the guilty one? I'm the poor soul who got assaulted!" Bucky retorted.

"Well, it was your arm that caused me harm."

The soldier playfully rolled his eyes at your dramatic antics.

"Fine, I'll take the blame." Bucky said, as he took a hold of your 'injured' hand and kissed your knuckles "Apologies, Miss Y/N."

You could control the smile that desperately wanted to rip across your face, you couldn't, however, help how hot your whole body felt.

"Yes, that will suffice, thank you soldier." You replied, joining in on his joke.

After a shared shy laugh, you bid your goodbyes, not knowing you'd meet a lot sooner than expected.

You stripped down and grabbed an old shirt you'd wear to sleep in warm nights, and as soon as your body hit the mattress your eyes closed and you drifted off to sleep.

You had had nightmares before, but none as vivid as the ones you had that day. It was terrifying. Images of armed men threatening you, their hands all over your body, the cold barrel of a gun pressing against your temple, and Bucky nowhere to be seen. It felt real, you could feel them touch you, you could feel the air running out as one of them choked you, and you could feel the coldness of the concrete floor of the room you were kept in.

Suddenly you woke up screaming. You were on the floor, sweaty and disheveled, and your throat hurting as if you had been screaming incessantly for the past 10 minutes.

Your body was shaking and you were scared. No, you were terrified. The images were so vivid, the experience was so real. You scrambled to your feet and desperately gripped the paper with Bucky's number scribbled on that you had left on your drawer.

Although your hands and fingers were shaking uncontrollably you managed to type his number. You shakily and nervously put the phone up to your ear.

"Hello?" His voice was groggy, indicating that you had woken him up. You didn't even know what time it was, you simply didn't think twice before dialing.

"B-Bucky?"

Bucky didn't miss how shaky your voice was, almost as if you were crying, and how breathless you sounded.

"Y/N? Y/N what happened? Are you okay!?"

"Please come over... Please..."

You could hear hurried shuffling from the other side.

"I'm on my way."

It didn't take 10 minutes before you heard a knock on the door. You had remained on the floor, crying and breathing uncontrollably, hoping to calm yourself down, but to no avail.

As soon as the knocks sounded inside of your apartment you got on your feet and wobbled to the door. You immediately fell on his arms, gripping to the familiar leather jacket.

The Soldier held onto you and brought you to the couch right in front you as he closed the door with his foot.

"Y/N! Y/N what happened!? Are you hurt!?" Bucky held your face in his hands and inspected your face and body with a worried look.

"I- I had a nightmare. And it was so real it felt- it felt as if they came back and they were killing me. And I... could feel it. In real life."

Bucky wiped your tears and listened to you carefully. Your words sent a shiver down his spine, he knew all to well what you meant, what you felt. And he was scared that it would became part of your routine, like it was now part of his.

"It's okay. I have them too." Bucky confessed, as he held you close to his chest and brushed your hair with his hand.

Your hands were still desperately clinging to him, as if you believed he'd disappeared if you didn't hold him.

You looked up at Bucky, to find his big, beautiful blue eyes staring right back at you.

"How do you make them go away?"

The question broke Bucky's heart. He didn't have the answer, and that was about the only thing Bucky couldn't protect you against: your own mind. He would know.

"I... I don't know doll."

There was a tense silence, as the words processed in your mind.

"So you just keep having them?"

The sad smile on his lips served as confirmation.

"I'm sorry..."

The soldier caressed your face and smiled, genuinely this time.

"It's okay doll. I'm here for you. Whenever you need, I'll be here to help you, because I know exactly what you're going through, I know what it does to you."

Your faces were close, dangerously close.

"Why?"

Bucky cocked his head ever so slightly, as if asking what you meant by the question.

"Why are you always here for me... We never got along. But you've helped me so much..."

The Soldier caressed your face with his thumb, looking deeply into your eyes.

"It just feels right, I guess."

Your faces got closer and closer, almost as if there was some sort of magnetism between your bodies, and before you knew it, his lips were on yours.

As soon as your lips connected, it felt like electricity was flowing through your body. Your heart was beating dangerously fast again, but this time, due to ecstasy.

Your bodies moved in sync, almost as if you had prepared this beforehand, as Bucky sat straight and you climbed onto his lap. Your arms wrapped around his neck as the soldier's hands travelled up your naked thighs and ass, so they could cheekily rest on the small of your back.

Bucky's tongue entered your mouth, and that was probably the first time you welcomed his dominance so openly, and he didn't miss it, purposefully smiling into the kiss.

When you pulled away, you were both breathless.

"Are you more calm?" Bucky asked, inspecting your face, a little afraid of your reaction (even though you had kissed him back) as he brushed a stray hair away from your face.

"I... am." You confessed, playing with the hairs on his nape.

Bucky kissed your cheek, and then your lips once more.

"Good."

There was silence, and Bucky could tell you wanted to say something, but you were just trying to figure out how, so he gave you time.

"Do you think you could... stay?"

"Yeah, I can. I can stay, I'll stay as long as you want me to."

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thatboisus · 7 months ago

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me logging onto tumblr after consuming a new piece of media

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colmiillo · 6 months ago

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When y/n does something so cringe that i have to look at the invisible camera for a sec.

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connorsui · 2 months ago

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He stood outside the courthouse, using the building’s reflective glass as a makeshift mirror. He adjusted the tie she’d picked out for him that morning, tugging it loose and then tightening it again until it sat just right. His free hand ran through his hair, smoothing the strands she’d ruffled when she kissed him goodbye with a sly smirk. The faint scent of her perfume clung to his shirt, and he couldn’t help but smile.

“Man, your wife is insane,” an officer muttered as he walked past, throwing him a glance.

Without missing a beat, he chuckled, straightening his collar. “Yeah, no shit. Why do you think I married her?” He shot the officer a grin through the reflection, adjusting his cufflinks like this was just another day in his life. “I’m literally on my way to her trial right now, carrying her favorite cookies and wearing the shirt she insisted on. Hell, I’ve even got her eyeliner in this bag because, and I quote, she wants to look stunning for the pictures.”

He gave himself one last look in the glass, smoothing the fabric of his shirt, before turning to the officer. “And when this is all over, I’ll be paying her bail. Not because I have to—because I want to. She’ll come out, probably ask for a shopping spree or some fancy dinner, and you know what? I’ll give it to her. Every last bit.”

His voice softened as he glanced down at the cookies in his hand, a quiet smile tugging at his lips. “Because she’s my wife. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

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natti-ice · 8 months ago

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18+ mdni

that reality check hitting after reading smut

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mcntsee · 10 months ago

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me when I reach the angst part of the angsty fic that I specifically chose for the angst

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flow33didontsmoke · 5 months ago

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when y/n does something so bad/embarrassing you have to facepalm and close your eyes for a minute

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bcksbarnes · 3 days ago

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time's never been on our side - chapter three

pairing: bucky barnes x fem!reader

summary: you and bucky happen to meet by chance one night, and it feels like there is a spark between the two of you - but he has to leave. was this destiny? or cruel fate?

word count: 5K

read the: previous chapter

there was no doubt in your mind that seeing bucky that afternoon was not a coincidence. you normally didn’t believe in fate but he could have been anywhere in the world at that moment and yet he wasn’t, he was looking for you and he found you; it just so happened to be in the middle of the street on the same block where the bar you two met was on.

definitely not a coincidence. it had to mean something.

of course you were a mix of excited and angered when you realized it was him, though you needed to play it cool when he said he wanted to see you again. all that was running through your brain at that moment was the vindication you were going to receive from playing hard to get; it was the least he could endure after not texting you for a month.

you had just seen him an hour prior, finally making your way back into your apartment after running the errand you had originally set out to do when you had left that afternoon. your keys had barely hit the counter before you felt your phone buzz in your pocket.

INCOMING CALL ... BUCKY (BAR)

his name pops up on your phone screen and a smirk plasters itself on your features. it might be a little cruel to let it go to voicemail, but you decide you were going to make him sweat it out a bit. placing your phone on the kitchen counter next to your keys, you make your way over to the fridge to grab some leftovers from the night before, placing them on a plate and into the microwave.

the buzzing of the phone dies down after a while, a notification now on the screen that you had one missed call. sure, you could have called him back once you were done having your fun, but he needed to earn this now.

the brief interaction you had earlier in the day is all you can think about when you move to sit at the kitchen table with your reheated leftovers. had there really been any other time you could think of that someone had pulled you in so quickly? it’s not like the two of you were overtly flirty or looking for something more that night - it was only a casual, friendly conversation. but, something inside your gut told you that the loneliness you felt most nights now, was no stranger to bucky either, and maybe that is why you two felt so drawn to each other. there was no better cure for loneliness than a friendly smile. though in bucky’s case, it was more like a flicker of amusement that never lasted more than a few seconds.

it felt like he had some sort of eye on you because the second you finished eating, fork moving to rest on the plate, your phone lights up again signaling his call.

INCOMING CALL ... BUCKY (BAR)

you decide that your fun was over and after two long rings, you finally end his misery and pick up the phone.

“hello?”

“hey,” bucky’s voice is soft, velvety almost, through the receiver as if he just breathed out the word, you can’t see it but he’s clenching his phone tightly. “it’s me.”

“hey.” you find yourself whispering as you lean back in your chair.

“screening my calls?” for someone with such a monotone and unemotional cadence when he spoke the teasing in his voice is unmistakable.

“oh you know,” you say, the inflection in your voice drawing out your words a bit. “just evening the playing field a bit.”

a hearty, but quick, laugh is heard from the other side of the phone line and you can feel your lips twitch into a smile. he’s trying hard not to match with his own smile on his end, running his hand down his face as he tries his best to think carefully of what he wants to say. when the two of you had seen each other earlier in the day, you had told him to call and ask you again, so he was just going for it.

“i meant what i said before.”

“you’re going to have to be a little more specific, bucky.”

a chuckle passes through his lips and it shoots right through you, a shiver running its course up your spine. you were quickly reminded of why you felt that pull towards him that night at the bar. the two of you had laughed for what seemed like hours, quickly going from complete strangers to acquaintances who seemed to have stepped into a rhythm. there was a chance that you weren’t going to feel like that again after not seeing him, but hearing his chuckle and feeling the shiver run down your spine only confirmed what you already knew, which was that absolutely nothing had changed in those four weeks.

“i’d like to see you again.” he reiterates exactly what he told you before when the two of you had bumped into each other.

was it that easy for him to waltz back into your life and pretend like no time had passed? or were you being too hard on him? he owed you nothing and he was here now. that’s all that mattered, right?

you stand from your seat at the table and walk towards the window that faces the street, the city below you bustling. the sound of cars honking and police sirens are muffled by the glass, but you can clearly see the neon signs of the shops below now that the sun was starting to set, turning the sky a pinkish purple. this is what you loved about the city, every building, every apartment, they all had their own lives, their own stories. bucky just happened to belong to yours.

“did i lose you?” bucky asks quietly when you don’t respond right away.

“no, i’m still here.” your voice is grounded, though your stomach is churning at the thought of seeing him again. anxious butterflies fill your insides as you contemplate exactly what you want to say. you’re about to open your mouth to speak when you feel your cat, alpine, digging her claws into your shin causing you to curse. you didn’t even hear her come up to you.

“ow! al, stop it.” you say to her, using your hand to shoo her from your leg.

“al?” bucky asks, and you can hear there’s a hint of curiosity in his tone.

you place the phone between your shoulder and ear to hold it as you kneel down to assess your scratches.

“alpine.” you clarify, your fingers running over the luckily not bleeding scratch. “my cat. who just decided that i didn’t feed her quick enough and wanted to remind me.”

he hums softly into the phone, he feels slightly relieved that it was only just a cat.

“are you going to make me ask again?” he continues, trying to get the conversation back on track. he suddenly feels antsy about all of this, an itching sensation of wanting to see you again. of course it’s selfish, he’s the reason that the two of you didn’t communicate in the first place but he wants to move past it and while he still has the time to see you, he wants to make the most of it.

bucky runs his fingers through his long brown locks, they’re a little on the wavy side today from travelling and sleeping on the plane. once he stepped out of the airport that morning he didn’t care about anything, but was trying to figure out how to find you. it’s still a mystery to him how he did end up running into you. from what he could recall from your conversation, you lived close to the bar, but close enough that you’d passed at that exact time? on this exact day? it all seemed too well planned, like something right out of a novel. he wasn’t a religious person, but he swears some higher power had something to do with it.

there was no point in questioning it now.

“you didn’t really ask.” you pick up the phone from your shoulder, holding it in your hand as you stand up again. “you kind of just made the same declarative statement twice.” you say, a smirk forming on your features as you correct him.

he pinches the bridge of his nose as he sits down at the edge of his hotel bed, hearing it make a soft creak under his weight. a breathy laugh leaves his lips as he holds the phone close to his ear, your words ringing through his head. you’re not wrong, and he hates that. he says your name softly, his lips curling into a smile as he gears up to continue talking.

“would you like to go out with me sometime?” bucky asks.

a smile breaks out on your features as you take a step away from the window, starting to pace in your living room. it was something you did when you were nervous or excited, feeling like you needed to get the jitters out as soon as possible.

“i don’t know. i’ll have to check my calendar.”

bucky groans and you can hear the thud through the speaker as his back hits his bed. he’s staring up at the ceiling. you’re torturing him now and he understands it’s totally justified, but as he looks up at the off-white paint above him, all he wants to do is beg you; beg you to let him see you again, beg you to let him make the most of his time off, and bucky barnes was not a begging man.

“when?” you ask, finally relieving him of this torment.

“are you free tomorrow?”

realistically, he wanted to see you again that night but the exhaustion of the day was seeping into his bones and he realized he probably needed some sleep - actual, restful sleep, if that was even possible for him anymore. bucky was prone to nightmares, there was a lot you didn’t know about him and right now he wanted to keep it that way. he hoped that the adrenaline from seeing you, the time change from budapest and having been on a long flight that morning would knock him out; even if it was only like 6pm.

“you’re lucky,” you tease. “i am available tomorrow.”

“good.” he grins. he tries his best to suppress a yawn as the room darkens, the sun finally setting for the day. “i’ll text you in the morning and we can figure out what we want to do.” bucky takes a moment before he quickly adds. “i’ll actually text you.” he beats you to the punch, knowing that you were probably just going to riff on him about that.

“sounds good.” you let a beat pass, neither of you saying anything else. “night, bucky.”

“night.”

the line drops and the two of you are left to your own devices, the remainder of your nights looking completely different. you spend the night taking care of alpine, watching a rerun of one of your favorite movies and taking a scalding hot shower. bucky spends his night out cold on his hotel bed, not even bothering to get out of his clothes from the day or under the covers. one thing is the same though, the two of you are riddled with anxiety about seeing the other.

bucky wasn’t sure exactly what the pull towards you was. he hadn’t dated since the 40s, before the accident and before his time with hydra. is that what this was though? was this a date? he spent his entire next morning thinking about it. did you also think this was a date? or was this a friendly get together? it made him sick to his stomach to even think about.

he was a quiet man, but never really nervous about anything, it never served him in his job to be nervous. to be fair, he never had the time to sit down and digest his feelings either. he was always so on the go between plane rides, mission briefs, securing locations, checking in with steve, add some food here and there and maybe night of sleep (maybe) and that was his life. feelings, and the time to think through them, were never at the forefront of his mind or his priority list.

don’t overthink it, he says to himself as he sits in a coffee shop around the corner from the hotel, his fingers hovering over his phone screen as he thinks of something to text you.

hey there.

that sounds so fucking stupid. he fervently erases the message

wanted to check in …

wanted to check in? what is this? a business meeting? strike two.

morning.

that sounded good, appropriate and not over the top; bucky would settle for it. he sends the message and waits, his eyes locked with the phone screen.

it was still early in the morning and the coffee shop was just starting to see its first wave of customers, besides bucky who had gotten there right when they opened. he wasn’t someone who slept in. he had come to the same shop when he was here last, it was down the street from his hotel and offered a simple black coffee at a reasonable price.

the shop was small, not bigger than the bar he had met you in, but had a lot of heart and character. giant windows illuminated the place with natural lighting that ran throughout. the coffee bar was long and filled with sounds of the baristas calling out orders and scrambling for ingredients. there were about 4 wooden tables that filled the place, bucky liked to get the one in the corner that faced the door - he never kept his back to the door.

he also liked that they had small tvs that played reruns of some classic movies: casablanca, and then there were none, and his personal favorite, random harvest. a story of a man who leaves to fight in a war and comes back with no memories of his prior life.

he wishes he was kidding.

though, when he saw it in theaters all those years ago he didn’t think it would have applied to his life. he only went because there was a cute girl who wanted to go and see it and he was trying his best to live his life before the war got worse, trying to forget all the impending doom, though he never realized how bad it actually was going to get.

the sound of his phone buzzing snaps him back into reality and he looks down to see your name on the screen.

morning :)

you had texted back to him; it wasn’t like you to be up so early on a day that didn’t involve going to work, but here you were with bucky on your brain and butterflies in your stomach. was this a date? did he think it was a date? those were the questions that you had asked yourself over and over again the night before. you decided it was best to just go into whatever this was thinking that it was just two people trying to get to know each other so that you didn’t explode with nerves.

you and bucky text for a while, going back and forth about your mornings. apparently you both were enjoying a cup of coffee, bucky in a coffee shop a few blocks down, and you standing in your kitchen wearing your favorite robe. you imagine him sitting there by himself, just like you did when you met him at the bar. his sharp jawline, broad shoulders, and his demeanor which was not entirely friendly from just looking at him, but there was something about him that made you talk to him that night. you just couldn’t put your finger on it.

your phone buzzes on the kitchen counter and effectively snaps you out of your thoughts for a moment.

i can pick you up at 7. does that work?

sounds good. you text back quickly, your fingers hovering for a moment before you respond again. what’s the plan?

it’s a surprise. bucky responds. call it my apology for “ghosting” you.

you find it odd that he writes ghosting in quotations but you quickly gloss over it in favor of sending him your address so that he could pick you up later.

here was where the real fun began: stressing until 7pm.

you had no idea what you were going to wear and bucky, not helpful at all, refused to tell you where you were even going, so this was a complete shot in the dark. bucky, on the other hand, had it relatively easy. he packed light. a pair of jeans, and a black long sleeve shirt. all done.

it was a few minutes before 7 when you heard the buzzer in your intercom go off.

bzz bzz bzz

“i’m coming, i’m coming.” you say to no one in particular as you make your way over. you push the button to talk down to him. “hey, i’ll be down in a minute.”

you take one last look at yourself in the mirror, making sure your hair is fixed and your outfit looks good. you had decided on your usual pair of jeans and a shirt that always seemed to make you feel the most confident. a winning duo.

locking up behind you, and yelling a small ‘love you’ to alpine as you walk out, you find yourself hustling down the stairs of your walkup building quickly, pushing open the door and into the cool night.

bucky stands leaning against your building, anxiously awaiting for you to join him, so when he finally sees the door open and you step out he feels a wave of relief rush over him. he thinks back to his mission and those long nights wondering what you were up to and now here you were, hanging out with him, your night would be spent by his side.

“hey.” he says, getting your attention, his eyes raking over your appearance. “you look nice.”

you smile softly as you reach his side, taking in his own figure which was very minimalist and to the point tonight; just like bucky.

“thanks, so do you.”

if only you could hear the way his heart beat sped up.

it only takes the two of you a few minutes to get to the closest subway station, making your way uptown to a spot that bucky swears that you’d enjoy. it’s not lost on either of you how close the two of you stand on the train car. your hand was holding one of the poles while he leaned against the set of doors, both of you talking and catching up like old friends. if this was a movie, it’d be the snippets of b-rolls they filmed to get the story moving along. for you and bucky, these were memories you could both fall asleep thinking about.

“here we are.” he finally says a little while later when you pull up to an inconspicuous building. actually, inconspicuous was the wrong word, run down was more appropriate. it looked like this place hadn’t been fixed up in years, the brown bricks of the building made it feel like it was from a different time, and the busted up windows on the floors above seriously didn’t give it a welcoming vibe.

where the hell was he bringing you?

“uh …” you start to say but he’s already walking towards the front door, opening it.

there’s a bit of hesitation from you for a moment, every sign in your head is telling you that going into a dilapidated building with a man you barely knew was the biggest red flag known in existence, but you find yourself taking a step forward anyway. great.

“come on.” he eggs you on, noticing your hesitation, his gaze on you softening a bit.

you take a deep breath, mumbling to yourself something about if this is the end then hopefully it was worth it (you could be a bit dramatic at times), and make your way into the building.

the two of you are immediately greeted with what seems to be a coat closet, a small empty-ish room that feels strangely disorientating for such a large building. in the room there’s a light bulb suspended by a string and a chair with a jacket thrown over it in one of the corners, absolutely empty. but, on the wall adjacent to where you and bucky are standing hung a world map that covered most of the wall. it wasn’t like the vibrant ones that you had seen during your years at school, ones that hung in a classroom, this one was colorful but faded, like it had been around for decades, maybe centuries.

“do you know where we are?” bucky’s voice makes you jump, you were so lost in trying to figure out what was going on that you forgot he was behind you for a moment.

“honestly? it looks like a place you would take someone to kill them.”

bucky lets out a breath of air that resembles a laugh as he takes a step towards you, both of your shoulders brushing together for a moment as he settles next to you, his eyes fixated on the wall in front of you.

“i meant on the map.”

“oh.” you say, clearing your throat as you take a few steps forward towards the map, your arms crossed over your chest as you try to examine it.

the single lightbulb in the room does nothing to help you see as you try to focus on what’s in front of you. and even with how dim it was the map was so old that new york, as you know it, didn’t exist yet, so you narrowed your eyes trying to figure out your best guess.

“probably …” your finger circles around where you think you are before it settles on a point, pressing it up against paper. “here.”

“hm…” bucky hums, taking a step behind you. the heat of his body is radiating off him and you can feel it on the back of your arm. his chest is a mere few inches from your back. he feels his heart beating rapidly in his chest and he’s not entirely sure what’s come over him. why did he suddenly approach you so closely? why did his hand move up to where yours is? why did he grab your wrist? a shiver runs down your spine and bucky can feel his own body on fire at the touch, but neither of you move away.

time seems to slow for a moment, bucky’s grounded in the feeling of his skin against yours. he’s standing so close to you that you can feel his breath right against your neck, the tension between you electrifying and palpable even if only for a moment. you can feel the hairs on the back of your neck stand, the only thing making your hand not shake is the firm grasp of his wrist.

“actually,” his voice is low in your ear as he slowly moves your hand. “i think we're right … here.”

the second your finger hits the map again, now in the spot where he had directed you to, you could hear a small buzzing noise through the wall, almost as if it was a doorbell. you turn your head to the side to look at bucky but before your gazes can catch you feel the wall move under your touch.

“watch.” bucky says. the hand that grabbed your wrist pulling you back against his chest. even through his shirt you can feel his muscles, they were hard and unforgiving, but not uncomfortable. you willed your head to stop thinking about it immediately.

there’s a clicking sound and you watch as the map that you were once staring at was moving away from you, the wall was a decoy door opening towards you and bucky.

“what the -...?”

the warm light filters into the room, but the sound of the music is what hits you first, behind the dingey closet that you had thought you walked into was a bustling bar filled with tables of people sipping cocktails, enjoying nice dinners and very romantic first dates. it was stained in dark wood and red plush couches, the wall behind the bar was mirrored with gold accents. in the corner of the room was a four piece jazz band, softly playing their instruments that perfectly fit the ambiance.

bucky had brought you to a speakeasy, or well, one of those trendy bars masking to be a speakeasy. you chuckle to yourself as you look over at him, your gazes finally meeting. well, he sure did know how to surprise you.

“come on,” he says softly, his eyes flickering over your face. “i owe you a drink.”

the two of you find your way to the bar, and it feels very reminiscent of the night you met.

“what’s good here?” you ask, nudging him with your elbow playfully.

some time passes between when you order your drinks and when you and bucky are a little bit buzzed. the lights in the room seem to have dimmed a bit more, the jazz music seems to slow down, and you and bucky are facing each other, your knees touching as the two of you talk about everything and anything.

he’s purposely vague about his past, trying to skirt around the things that could pose too many questions, it’s too early for that, too early to get into the details. his metal hand grasps his whiskey glass and he swirls it around a bit while he speaks, his voice low.

“i was surprised to see you yesterday. i didn’t think i’d get so lucky.”

“then you can imagine how i must have been feeling.” you say to him before taking a sip of your drink. “where did you end up? you said you were traveling, right?”

bucky didn’t want to have to think about his mission, or the fact that every day that passes is one day closer to when this little break he was able to get was going to be over, but he didn’t want to be rude either.

“budapest.”

“budapest? i thought you said you were a soldier.”

“i said i was a soldier of sorts.” he clarifies. “i used to be active in the military, now i work in a more … private sector.”

you can’t help but snort at that, shaking your head a bit.

“what? like an avenger?”

bucky chuckles along with you to not give any inclination away, though his palm sweats a bit and he tries rubbing it off on his jeans discreetly.

“yeah, like an avenger.” his heart feels like it’s beating out of his chest but he does his best to ignore it as he takes a sip of his whiskey. “you know so much about me, i don’t think i’ve gotten the pleasure to hear about you.”

the redness on your cheeks, which have been permanently there since the two of you walked into the bar, deepens a bit.

“what’s there to say?” you ask. “i work, i live with my cat.”

your life was definitely not as exciting as bucky’s, and it reminds you of the feeling of loneliness you had been feeling so often lately. you shake your head, trying to brush it off.

“your life has to be more exciting than that.” he says.

“i’m sad to report it is not.” you laugh, shrugging your shoulders. “i think you and i have opposite problems. you can’t seem to stay in one place and i can’t seem to leave my house.”

neither of you know it, but the words hit you both in the gut at the same time. you wanted to be in the presence of company, to do things like find a speakeasy jazz bar that you could show someone, or be on a plane to budapest without a care in the world. bucky wanted a home life, he wanted time to slow down and to enjoy the simple things.

you both craved what the other had.

“you know, it’s not all it’s cracked up to be.” he says, his gaze averting from yours for a moment. “being on the go all the time.”

“it can’t possibly be worse than being holed up in an office or an apartment all day.”

“i’m sure it’s probably not.” he agrees with you, though he knows if you knew the specific circumstances around his job you might feel different. “but, just trust me on this.”

his eyes shift back over to you, locking on your face almost immediately. it feels like he’s memorizing your features, his thoughts quiet for a moment while he just takes you in. is this what he had been missing? what an idiot.

he can hear his mind overworking already, thoughts of how bad this was. that there was a reason he didn’t get involved with the same person more than once. bucky’s life was too involved and his past was way too complicated for someone else to be intertwined. it’s what he was truly most scared of; someone else getting hurt, someone else having to peel back the layers and expose the man underneath.

“you’re something else, you know that?” you say to him finally, breaking the silence and snapping him back into reality. the bartender takes your empty glasses and puts down the check in between the both of you.

“how so?” bucky asks, his hand already moving to grab it before you can think of paying for the drinks.

“i don’t know.” it’s an honest answer, maybe not the one he was looking for, but honest. “there’s just … something i can’t quite put my finger on.”

“i hope it’s at least something good.” he smirks, handing the bartender his credit card. he never even looks at the total, never takes his eyes off of you.

“i guess we’ll just have to find out together, won’t we?”

that scared bucky right to his core, but oh boy was he ready to do whatever you wanted.

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s0urw00lfsrants · 11 months ago

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Being a girl is: wanting to go to bed early but deciding to just get on tumblr/wattpad/Ao3 for a little bit and then end up finding a fic series that you really like and read until well past your usual bedtime then keeping on because it’s already past your bedtime. Then being mad when you wake up in the morning because you overslept your timer.

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l0velysmut · 1 year ago

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family: “why are you just sitting in ur room smiling at ur phone?”

me who’s been reading smut about fictional characters for the past 6 hours:

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cruel-seduction · 4 months ago

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It’s like a full-blown addiction, but instead of drugs or booze, it’s this fictional guy who’s got her wrapped around his finger. She knows it’s fucked up—knows she’s out here daydreaming about someone who’s not even real—but who cares? This guy? He’s everything. He’s charming in the worst ways, flawed in every possible sense, but there’s just something about him that has her hooked. He doesn’t even know she exists, but she’s ready to fight anyone who says a word against him. Seriously, she’ll defend his honor like it’s a fucking life-or-death mission.

He’s a goddamn trainwreck, but he’s her trainwreck. She’ll put up with all his baggage, his emotional scars, his dark sides, because somehow, that brokenness makes him feel more real to her than any real guy could. He’s messed up, but she’ll fix him in her head every single time. Maybe it’s that thrill of knowing he’s dangerous and untouchable that makes him even more irresistible. He might break her heart in a hundred ways, but it’s the kind of heartbreak that makes her feel alive, even if it hurts like hell.

And it’s never gonna happen, right? She knows that. He’s not gonna waltz into her life and sweep her off her feet. But it doesn’t matter. Because she gets to have him on her terms—no messy reality, no awkward first dates, no risking her heart for real. He’s always there when she needs him, in that perfect little bubble of fantasy she’s built for herself. And maybe she’s a little crazy for it, but at least with him, she’s never disappointed. Every time she replays his scenes, reads the fanfics, imagines their future together—it's like a high she can never quite shake. She knows it's all just a mindfuck, but she’s never felt more alive.

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brunchable · 4 months ago

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𝙄 𝘿𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙇𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙖 𝘽𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙁𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙 [ 2 ]

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x f!Reader Themes: Friends to Lovers. SMUT: Touch Hungry Bucky, Kiss Hungry Bucky, Bucky just not getting enough of you, fingering, cunnilingus, Oral [M&F], unprotected piv, creampie. Just PURE making love, no kinks. Summary: It's only been a few hours since you've become official and Bucky want to show you just how much you mean to him. A/N: 2 of 2. And I must say. . . JAYSUS. BON APETITIDDIES.

Part One

You were stiff. You were sore. Your arm was asleep. And you felt fucking fantastic.

Maybe in the movies people woke up entwined in each other's arms after a night of spirited lovemaking, but for you, reality was much more awkward. Your head had somehow become wedged behind Bucky’s shoulder, and both his legs were about to slide off the couch altogether. You untangled yourself as best you could, looking down at him as you moved his limbs out of the way.

Bucky was sleeping peacefully, his dark lashes lying flat against the skin beneath his eyes. They fluttered slightly as you pulled free of him, and he stirred.

"Five more minutes," he mumbled, and turned over so he was facing the back of the couch, still caught in mid-slide towards the floor.

You tried not to laugh. God, he was adorable.

You sat up, arching your back to stretch out the sore muscles. Then your breath caught. What time was it? Holy hell, I’m going to be late.

You stood up quickly, and was seized by an ache between your legs so unfamiliar that you nearly sat back down again. Holy crap. It had been way too long. You almost felt like a virgin again. You rose again shakily, noticing that your whole groin felt sore, and so did your hips—probably from throwing your legs up around his waist. God, what a wanton hussy you were, you thought happily.

You went quietly towards the bathroom, checking the clock on the stove as you walked by. It was nearly eight-thirty. Crap. You were supposed to be at work by nine, or nine-thirty at the latest. you'd have to make the shower a quick one.

You stood under the hot water, letting it pour over your sore muscles. You washed out your hair, lathered up your body and massaged your sore hips as random images from last night invaded your thoughts. Even now you weren't entirely convinced it hadn't all been a dream. Has it really happened? The soreness was real enough. And so were the images flashing through your mind.

Bucky’s body on yours, looming over you, holding your wrists, kissing you with abandon. Taking each breast in his mouth, teasing you with his fingers. Sliding into you, tilting your back and thrusting deeper, faster, harder.

Suddenly a blurry figure appeared on the other side of the glass door. The door slid open and he stood there, looking disheveled from sleep but adorably sexy. And naked, too.

"Hi," he said, a seductive smile curving his lips. His eyes traveled down your naked body, pausing at your breasts and then sliding down to the between your legs where rivulets of water coursed and ran together.

You flushed at the frank inspection but willed yourself not to try to hide from him. You shifted your weight, jutting your hip out provocatively and smiled.

His eyes returned to yours, desire glinting in them. "May I join you?"

You pushed the door back and invited him in. Bucky stepped in and crowded you, not unpleasantly, until your back was up against the tiles. He braced his hands on the wall behind you, and let the water flow over him as he leaned down and kissed you.

You opened to him and kissed him back, winding your hands around his waist and sliding them down his ass, squeezing appreciatively. He smiled into the kiss, enjoying your wandering hands, then pushed forward so your bodies were pressed together, the water slick and warm between you.

"So," he murmured in your ear, his voice barely a whisper above the sound of the water. "So much for that idea."

"What idea was that?" you whispered back, kissing his ear.

"The idea that we could ever be just friends," he said, catching your jaw with his lips as you turned your head. He covered your neck with slow, lingering kisses, trailing his mouth down your and cupping your breast with his hand.

"Oh, I don't know, I think it's a great idea so far," you said coquettishly. "Besides," you joked. "I do this with all my male friends."

He mocked a scowl at you, and gave you that smile that had always melted you. "Well, that's going to have to stop. You're mine now."

He kissed you slowly, his tongue tangling with yours as he teased and tasted, enjoying your mouth.

You kissed him back, licking and tasting and enjoying him until you felt rather than heard a hum of desire, of pure carnal lust, vibrating through him. He was growing hard against your belly, his cock pressing against you urgently.

He lowered his head further and took your nipple into his mouth, licking the soft nub until it grew hard beneath his tongue. Pleasure shot through you, and he turned to lavish the same attention on your other breast. You writhed against the cold tiles at your back, arching into him and sinking your fingers into his hair to hold him to you. He smiled as you moaned with pleasure, and laughed softly when he took your nipple between his teeth and made you suck in a sharp breath.

His cock was as hard as it had been a few hours ago, and it surged in your hand as he took your breasts. You gathered some suds into your palm and grasped him again, feeling the iron-hardness of him beneath the silky skin. You began to stroke, gliding fast and smooth, and he groaned from the pleasure of it, collapsing against you and kissing you between his soft, low sounds of pleasure and need.

You kept stroking and teasing, gliding over him in a steady rhythm, and felt yourself growing warm and slick at how hard he was beneath your fingers. You loved that you were doing that to him, making him want you so much. He groaned, his breath jagged and shallow. He tried to kiss you through his mounting pleasure but he had to break off to breathe, to lose himself in the sensation.

"God, baby," he groaned, squeezing his eyes shut. "So good."

You tried not to focus on him calling you baby, knowing it was only his arousal talking. You focused instead on the intense pleasure that was making him say it. You continued stroking him, changing your hand position so that you pulled up with each stroke, teasingly pulling his skin up over the head each time and sinking down to the base, pleasuring every inch of him. Your other hand cupped his balls and caressed him, gently rolling him around in your fingers as he tensed and surged and seemed to fight against you, against the unbearable pleasure you were causing him.

After a few torturous moments he stopped your hand, his breathing so fast and ragged that he could hardly speak.

“You—don't want—this to end too soon, do you?” he warned, kissing you in between breaths. “Because, my God, you could make me come in seconds if you wanted to.”

“That might be fun,” you said, kissing the edges of his mouth, licking at his lips and his tongue when he opened his mouth to you again.

“For me, yes,” he breathed, breaking away from you. “But I'm not nearly finished with you yet.”

He slipped his hand into your hair and held your head, kissing you with such raw passion, such naked need that you felt a surge of warmth flood between your legs in spite of the cooling effects of the water. He had wrung a soul-shattering orgasm out of you just a few hours ago and yet here you were again, eager for him again. Wanton hussy indeed.

"Do you remember that night, two years ago?" he asked, his voice low and deep. "At the party, when I played that song on the guitar for you, and you asked whether it hurt my fingers to play the steel strings?"

He was watching his own fingers trail over your breasts, over your tightened nipple, down past your navel, as the water trickled over you both.

"Mmm hmmm," you murmured, your eyes closed, lost in the sensation of the water coursing down your body and his hand moving over you.

“And you touched my fingertips…”

Of course you remembered; you'd run your fingers over the roughened pads of his fingertips, and had watched in delight as he'd twitched a little, and then trembled, just a little, at your touch. You'd kept your touch feather-light and soft, drifting over his fingertips and down his fingers a little, feeling the shiver of heightened awareness in your own hands.

Maybe you'd been a little too suggestive, a little too lingering, whispering-touching those parts of him that were supposedly hardened against such sensations—but you'd been unable to stop yourself. His hands had been warm and strong and eminently male, and when he'd stiffened and held his breath, as if willing himself not to react to your seductive touch, you'd felt that shiver of awareness deepen into an intense desire.

Such a seemingly innocent touch, just a friend examining the time-worn calluses of a guitar player's fingertips. . .and yet in that moment, even amongst their friends, even with the music playing loud and the laughter soaring above it, you'd felt like it had been just the two of you in that room, touching each other intentionally for the very first time, your hand tentatively reaching out for his, and his reaching to meet your half way.

“You drove me wild.” he said, leaning to kiss your neck. “I got so hard, I was afraid to move. And after that, I kept thinking of all the things I wanted to do to you with these fingers.” He slipped his hand between your legs and caressed your folds, parting them gently and sliding inside you. “Like this, for instance.”

You moaned and leaned your head against his shoulder, letting him touch you wherever he wanted. His fingers explored you, caressed you, possessed you, expertly as though they, too, knew you were his.

“I just had to touch you,” you breathed against him. “And believe me, this is what I was thinking about too.”

“You stopped me last night,” he murmured, dragging his mouth along your neck. “I wanted to feel you come for me. To finish what you started that night.”

You groaned at the sound of his voice, so low and sexual, so heated with his own desire.

“Let me feel you come for me, baby,” he whispered into your ear, licking your earlobe. “Please.”

He gripped your hip and lifted you up against the wall slightly, positioning you so he could slide his fingers deep inside you. He held you firmly around the waist, bracing you against the wall, and thrust into you gently, with first one finger, then two, sliding deeper and deeper each time, stretching you, mimicking the size and power of his cock. His thumb played over your clit, sending shocks of pleasure through you as he pressed his forehead to yours and gazed down into your eyes. You gasped and cried out from the overwhelming pleasure of it even as you squirmed beneath his fingers and ached for more.

He braced you against his thigh and pressed against you while his arm steadied you from behind, holding you completely in his grasp. Bucky had such a way of holding you, letting you know that you were going nowhere, making sure you had no desire to be anywhere but in his arms. You felt safe, and secure, and above all, worshiped.

Bucky bent down and kissed you, sliding his fingers into your with a wild, sensuous rhythm that matched the increasing speed of his thumb as it stroked and rubbed and swirled around your aching clit. His hand was so strong, his fingers curving inside you to caress you, to find that super-sensitive inner spot even as he plunged and drove and took. With his thumb circling your clit in a relentless rhythm and his fingers deep inside you, stretching you, claiming you, you felt completely owned by him, by the hand that possessed every inch of you.

His tongue slipped into your mouth, matching the rhythm of his fingers, swirling, tasting, mutely revealing that he had had another fantasy, too. The thought of his mouth on you, his tongue tasting you, torturing you, swirling over your clit as you writhed beneath it made you go weak in the knees.

Bucky broke away from the kiss and began trailing kisses down your neck, your breasts, lowering himself to his knees in front of you while bracing your hips against the tiles with his strong hands.

"Did I mention what it did to me the first time your tongue touched mine?" he whispered devilishly.

He looked up at you so intently, his beautiful blue eyes blazing as the water streamed over his shoulder and down the contours of his chest. You gazed down at him, and for the second time this morning questioned whether all this could actually be happening. This gorgeous, virile man gripping you, kneeling before you, gazing at you like you were the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. It couldn't be real, could it?

Then he lowered his lips to your and you knew it was.

Sensation tore through your touch, so delicately gentle at first, and you arched against the wall with a startled cry. You reached down and gripped his shoulder, steadying yourself on one foot as he brought you to your leg up slowly, gently and eased it over his shoulder. The sight of it alone nearly made you come. He moved so languidly, so sensuously, positioning you better so he could enjoy your all the more.

He closed his mouth over your clit and kissed it luxuriously, his lips moving as though he were kissing your mouth. His tongue swirled over you in large, sensuous circles and he groaned against you, tightening his grip on your hip as you moaned against the sudden overwhelming pleasure of it. The tip of his tongue darted out to flick against your rapidly as he looked up at you again, watching your pleasure, his eyes smiling at you as if he knew precisely how good he was making you feel. Then he fell on you again, his tongue roaming over you, tasting you, luxuriating in your folds and dipping to lap at your entrance.

“Oh my, g-god. Bucky—”

You bucked against him and cried out as his tongue slipped into your and pulsed there, gently, savouring you. Your hand sank into his wet hair and as you gripped his head, you were rewarded with a muted chuckle and a more intense forward surge of his tongue inside you. He liked the moans he wrought from you. He liked being able to make your cry out and seize him, your head thrown back in agonizing pleasure.

And fuck did you like it, too.

"Oh God," you breathed, your heart thundering in your chest. "My God, that feels so good..."

He withdrew from your and slid his tongue up to torture your aching clit, and just when you began to miss the feel of him inside your he gently pushed his fingers into your again and began to thrust.

Pleasure soared through you and you cried out even louder, and the leg draped over his shoulder began to tremble. His tongue circled your clit again, deliciously slowly, as his fingers slid into you over and over again, a sensual, primitive rhythm that made you want to grind your hips against the pleasure.

“I'm coming,” you whispered urgently. “You're going to make me come…”

His fingers thrust deeper and faster and he began to lick you so quickly, with such a throaty groan of pleasure that you felt your orgasm rise, terrifyingly fast and sharp, making you cry out in increasing, panting breaths until you shattered, coming violently around his fingers and that sensuous, irresistible tongue. You shuddered with an aching cry and trembled from the spasms he sent rippling through you. Your body curled forward as you gripped him tighter, your fingers pulling on his hair from the pressure.

He removed your leg from his shoulder gently as you continued to shudder, feeling aftershocks of pleasure shiver through you. He got to his feet and helped you stand, pressing himself against your and nuzzling your neck.

“Holy shit,” you whispered, your voice shaking. your whole body shaking. “That was incredible.”

“That...was just the prelude,” he whispered, kissing you. “I haven't even started pleasuring you yet.”

God, he was going to kill you. Death by orgasm, you thought happily. What a way to go.

He leaned to turn off the water, but he stilled his hand. He looked back at you with a questioning expression, and then understood. You pulled him back towards yourself and he went willingly, stepping back under the stream of water, kissing you deeply, his hands roaming greedily over your body.

You weren't done with him. He had made you feel like a goddess, worshiped, cherished, adored.

You broke off the kiss and began trailing your lips down his neck, his collarbone and chest, enjoying the warmth of the water trickling past your mouth. His chest muscles tensed as you kissed them, and as you moved your lips slowly down his abdomen you felt his whole body go rigid with anticipation. You sank to your knees in the tub and brushed kisses along his navel, his hip bones, and he put his hands on your shoulders to steady himself. Water coursed over both of you, and you delighted in it, closing your eyes against the spray.

“Baby,” Bucky said softly, barely audible above the water.

You opened your eyes and looked up at him. He was about to say something but you smiled and glanced away, focusing instead on the head of his cock, hard and urgent in front of you. He was thick and beautiful, and still as hard, maybe even harder, than he had been when you'd teased him with your hands.

“I want to taste you,” you said playfully. “All of you.”

You leaned forward and gently licked the swollen tip of his cock. He inhaled sharply, his whole body tensing, and you smiled up at him, letting him know this was for your pleasure as much as for his. You swirl your tongue around the head, taking it into your mouth and suckling gently, teasing it. The skin was soft and smooth, stretched deliciously tight from the hardness of his erection.

You let your tongue play over it, dipping into the opening, making him moan. You drifted your tongue along the ridge, and down to the sensitive skin just beneath the head, licking and tasting, nipping and kissing.

You looked up at him, and his dark eyes were wild with desire. You smiled, and ran your tongue up and down the length of him, ending at the head and flicking at it delicately, teasingly. He moaned softly, his breathing starting to grow rapid. You rose up slightly to take the whole length of him into your mouth and sucked him, long and hard.

He let out a gasp and braced himself against the wall with one hand, his other hand gripping your shoulder.

“Oh fuck—Baby...”

You slid your mouth over his shaft, deeper, deeper, and slid back up the length of him. Your hands came around and gripped his ass, pulling him towards you. He staggered forward slightly as you took him into your mouth again, luxuriously taking in his entire length, sucking, licking, tasting as you went. The sensation of him in your mouth was almost as overwhelming as his first entrance into your body had been, so unfamiliar but so right at the same time.

You caressed his balls with one hand as you played your tongue over his cock. He groaned, his breathing jagged now, his cock harder than ever. His hand moved from your shoulder to sink into your wet hair, and he gripped your head with barely restrained urgency. Gently he guided your head closer to him as you sucked. You lowered yourself onto him and slowly sucked your way back up, your mouth gripping him, your cheeks hollowing, as your tongue slid over him with each pass.

His hips began to move as he started to match your rhythm, thrusting into you, meeting your mouth. Bucky gripped your head more firmly and held your head still, driving into you gently.

You let your hand fall and you sat back on your haunches, enjoying the feeling of him sliding in and out of your mouth, controlling his own pleasure, taking what he wanted, and what you were so willing to give. Yet you could tell he was holding back, wanting to thrust harder and faster but restraining himself and settling for a smoother, slower pace.

For you. Bucky was holding back for your sake. This passionate, soulful, virile man was holding back his own pleasure because he wanted to be gentle with you.

The very thought of it excited you, and you increased your own rhythm, encouraging him, moaning with pleasure as he drove into you. You sucked harder, faster, turning your gaze up to him with an urgent plea in your eyes. Faster. Deeper. Now, my love.

And he understood.

Bucky groaned, and stepped forward. His hand clenched in your hair and he began to move, faster and harder, plunging deeper, holding your head as he thrust into your mouth with urgent, rhythmic strokes. He slid in and out of your mouth as if through warm honey, and you felt and heard his pleasure mounting with every ratcheted breath and every desperate moan that escaped his lips.

His eyes watched your with rapt adoration and abject lust, and you could tell that the sight of your taking him fully into your mouth, of your sucking him with pure, greedy abandon and complete acceptance, was pushing him closer to the edge as much as the intense pleasure of your tongue on his cock was. Or more.

He tensed as his rhythm grew faster, his breathing harder, until you felt him tighten and strain so much that you felt certain he was going to spill himself into your mouth. But at the last moment he cried out and pulled back, his cock slipping out of your mouth quickly. He stood still, breathless, his eyes closed as if willing his orgasm to retreat. Water sliced down his neck and chest, and finally he let out a slow, jagged moan of a breath and opened his eyes. He looked down at you wildly, and reached for you,helping you to your feet.

“Jesus,” he said breathlessly, staring at you as he tried to catch his breath. “I can't...I can't believe how goddamn good that felt. You brought me so close, so fast, I almost couldn't stop it.”

“Why did you?” you asked, running your finger along his jaw. “I wanted to feel you come for me.”

He groaned against you, his hands roaming over your body. “I told you, I'm not nearly done with you yet.”

He kissed you hungrily, his cock surging against your violently as your bodies met. you could feel him moving against you, his cock rubbing against you,and you knew how badly he wanted to be inside you again.

As badly as you wanted him inside you again.

He stepped back, his breath still ragged, and pressed his forehead to yours as he closed his eyes and tried to breathe.

“You're not done yet, huh?” you teased gently, letting your fingers sink into his wet hair as you kissed his neck.

“Not nearly.”

“But I have to go to work. Maybe if I'm lucky you'll be here when I get home?”

“I'm not going anywhere.”

He reached to turn off the water and stepped out of the shower, turning to help your step over the wall of the tub. You threw your robe on and cinched the belt as he dried off and wrapped the towel around his waist. You caught him grinning at you, and it was so clear what he was thinking that it made your laugh.

“What?” you demanded, squeezing the excess water out of your hair with a hand towel. “What are you smiling at?”

Bucky wetted his lips with his tongue, “Fuck it. You're just going to have to be late for work. Come here…”

“Hey!” your eyes widened playfully, jumping away from him. “Are you trying to kill me? Stop!”

Bucky untied your robe and you yelped, trying to slap his hands away. He just kept advancing on you, grinning devilishly. You turned and scampered away from him with a squeal of delight.

He followed behind, still grasping for the robe. You shrieked and laughed and ran towards the bedroom, and he followed, catching up to you and pushing you onto the bed with a resounding crack of the bed frame.

You laughed as he tumbled on top of you, but he silenced you with his mouth, kissing you hungrily as he impatiently pushed your robe aside. His breath was ragged as he nudged your legs apart with his knee, his need too great for the slow, sensual lovemaking of last night. He held his cock against your entrance and smoothly thrusts into you and moaned against your mouth, and you wrapped your legs around him to draw him deeper.

He plunged into you, covering your body and your mouth with the same hungry possession. You were still so warm and wet, so exquisitely ready for him that he filled you easily, driving you relentlessly as he tasted your tongue, your lips, your neck, and groaned from the pleasure your body was giving him.

You tensed around him and he moaned breathlessly, a throaty, male sound of pure ecstasy. He pounded into you, falling into a steady rhythm born of raw, primitive need. Your body tightened around him with every thrust, and waves of pleasure rippled through you, building in intensity up to an almost unbearable pressure, a delicious heat that made you moan into his mouth as he kissed you.

He rose up, his arms braced beside you, to look down as he stroked and withdrew and breathed out his pleasure while his eyes glowed pure heat. He grabbed your rear, tilting one hip up towards him, entering you on such an angle that a new kaleidoscope of pleasure bloomed throughout you. He gripped you possessively, driving you deeper and faster and harder. His eyes burned, glowing like obsidian, hot and wild and almost frenzied with desire.

“Baby,” he groaned, his eyes pinning you, claiming you, as though he were branding you with your heat.

You're mine...

Your first time together had only been hours ago, but it was as if you had been lovers for years...every fluid flexing of his hips against you hit just the right spot, every deep, powerful thrust of his cock stretched your pussy with a familiar, almost expected surge of pleasure.

“Yes—oh god yes, Bucky—fuck me,” you breathed.

Two simple words and suddenly he was on the edge...buried so deep inside you, thrusting, plunging, your breasts pressed against his chest, the pleasure roaring through his body.

Suddenly he wanted to take you, hard. He wanted to fuck you with abandon, the eyes-closed, head-back, moaning-out-loud kind of sexual abandon that he had so rarely experienced in his life, but which was crashing through his body and mind right now.

He wanted this woman...he wanted to own you, to take you, to claim your body as his....he wanted to fuck you until he'd emptied his balls into you, feeling your pussy clenching and spasming in orgasm around his cock as he came, as you came, as you came together.

He withdrew from you quickly, barely able to catch his breath, and, as if you could read his thoughts, you turned onto your stomach just as his trembling hands guided your hips over. Your hair spilled over your bare back and your ass curved out so seductively it was all he could do not to cum right there, all over your smooth skin. But his cock knew what it wanted, and he pulled you forward to slide into the heaven of your pussy, so wet and tight and swollen for him.

He cried out when he took your again, his cock parting your folds and filling you so completely. The feel of him stretching you, the crest of his head pressing against your from this new angle...you felt a tremor of pleasure ripple through you and knew you were close, as close as he was. When he leaned over you and began to kiss your shoulders you shuddered, and when he began to thrust you buried your face in the pillow and moaned.

Your moans of pleasure filled the room and he squeezed his eyes shut, willing himself to last, begging his aching cock not to explode just yet. . .this pace, these quick short strokes as his hips slapped against your ass, your body moving with his every thrust. . .It was almost too much to bear. Bucky buried his faced in your sweet-smelling hair and let his cock plunge as it would, faster and faster, making him shake, making him breathless, making him feel like nothing but a desperate cock as he fucked you.

And fucked you. And fucked you, as you had begged him to...

You could only whimper now, lost to the pleasure of his man taking you like this, fucking you so wildly, almost savagely. The pleasure he was taking from your body, his moans and groans and the growls of pleasure you could feel against your back and in the warm breath at your ear. . . it was pure, primal lust.

You felt worshiped beneath him, as if every thrust of his hungry cock was a tribute to you, every growl and sharp breath an oath. He was fucking you, mindlessly, and yet every part of him was attuned to you, touching you, adoring you.

As his pace grew even faster, his thrusts shallower, you could sense he was about to come, and you felt your muscles tighten around him to heighten his pleasure and hers. His thrusts were so powerful that you felt the orgasm rising in you and you closed your eyes, lifting your head back so he could slide his hand into your hair, gently holding your neck and kissing your jaw with breathy, open-mouthed kisses.

“Oh, God Bucky...I'm coming,” you moaned. “I'm coming.”

“Yes...cum for me baby....cum on my cock.”

“Cum with me....please....I want you to cum inside me, please....please....”

And he could withstand it no more.

Pleasure detonated through him as his orgasm spasmed throughout his body, wracking him with wave after wave of euphoric release. He cried out your name as he thrust and bucked against your flesh, driving his cock deeper and deeper as he came and came and came. It felt like he would never stop cumming, and when he felt your orgasm tear through your pussy and clench his cock in waves, he thought he might black out from the sheer ecstasy of it.

You slammed back against him as the first spurts of cum began to fill you, and felt your ravaged pussy begin to spasm again and again, milking his cock, pulling his cum deeper into you, flooding you with ripples of pleasure. You moaned and writhed, riding the crest of one orgasm only to feel a second one begin to climb and then crash over you. Breathless, almost sobbing from the pleasure, you let him hold you as he continued to pound into you, draining his balls into you at his will, lost in the utter bliss of a man taking a woman in the most primal way.

When he could bear it no longer, when his exquisitely sensitive cock throbbed within you and the pleasure bordered on pain, he stilled, finally, and shuddered. Sharp spasms of pleasure shot through him as his cock surged one last time within you, his aching balls emptying every last ounce of come. Bucky was almost lightheaded, his chest heaving, sweat glazing his skin as he withdrew his hand from your hair and ran it down the center of your back, needing to touch you, needing to feel your heated skin. You were breathless too, your back moving beneath his hand as you lay your head down and tried to catch your breath.

You felt him withdraw from you, and your pussy rebelled, clenching to keep him there, as if pleading with him not to go. Bucky groaned softly against your ear as he pulled out and fell on the bed beside you, his arms surrounding you and pulling your back against him. You fit perfectly together, and every muscle in your body relaxed as you snuggled into him and breathed out a contented sigh. You felt his lips on the shell of your ear, kissing softly, felt his slowing breath against your skin as his soft sounds of contentment and pleasure hummed in his throat.

This is heaven, you thought. Pure heaven. your pussy twitched and tingled as you felt his warm come beginning to slip down your inner thighs. His strong arms surrounded you, his soft lips murmured and whispered and kissed, his spent cock nestled against the curve of your ass.

“There was something I wanted to tell you, remember?” he murmurs, his words brushing warmly against your skin as he kisses a path down to your shoulder. “Last night… something I wanted to say to you. Something I wanted you to know.”

You shift slightly, turning to look at him, your heart pounding as you search his eyes, barely able to breathe.

“Tell me,” you whisper, your voice almost a plea.

His gaze softens, an unmistakable warmth filling his expression as he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, his fingers lingering on your cheek.

“I love you.”

The words settle between you, simple but perfect, like they were always meant to be there. Your heart feels like it’s soaring, every nerve in your body alive with the thrill of it, of finally hearing what you’d been aching to hear.

You break into a smile, biting your lip, feeling giddy and light, and without a second thought, you lean forward, kissing him softly, your hand finding his as you whisper back, “I love you too.”

And as he pulls you closer, his arms wrapping around you with a tenderness that feels like home, you realize that, for the first time, everything feels right.

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