#Bucky Barnes Fanficiton

[georgiapeach30513]

Kind of Blind Love

Summary: Everything was perfect. Except for one thing. Him. Bucky Barnes.

Pairings: Andy Barber X Reader, Bucky Barnes X Reader

Rating: explicit

Warnings:  explicit language, explicit sexual content, dark, conspiracy, exhibition, unknown exhibition, PIV sex, unprotected sex, degradation, misogyny, ownership, soulmates, breeding kink, creampie, murder (?), 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 3.7K

Bucky Barnes Masterlist

Andy Barber Masterlist

It’s not very often that you find perfection.  It happens once in a lifetime, or out to the far reaches of the world.  Life isn’t supposed to be perfect; it’s meant to be messy, and full of strife.  That way those perfect moments that happen in your life hit you differently and you just know how amazing that they are and just how much they mean to you.  How you are thankful that you can have beautiful and perfect moments, so you can forget all the boring or horrible parts of life.

But what happens when every moment is perfect?  When everything you could have possibly dreamed of and been trained and bred for is happening right now in your life?  Andy reaches over the car, giving your hand a squeeze as you stare at the passing homes.  “Isn’t it strange how they’re always outside, waving and greeting us?” 

“Us?” He asks with a big of a chuckle.  “You think that the neighbors always line up outside of their homes to tell us good evening or good morning?” His hand slides from your hand over to your thigh.  Dipping under your dress, while you watch their smiling happy faces pass by.  

“Did you ever think it’s because we come through at the exact same time?” Do you?  You haven’t ever recalled the timing.  You take a mental note of the clock on the car.  4:33.  “Maybe they’re just jealous?” 

His hand moves from your thigh, sliding all the way up to your belly as you pull into the driveway.  The Wilsons outside giving you a wave.  Mrs. Wilson with a swollen belly and smiling too perfectly as she hands him a tall glass of lemonade.  “Or maybe you’re the jealous one.  You watch her often.”

Andy turns the engine off, and you spin looking at him, placing a delicate hand on his.  “We’ve — it’ll happen when it’s supposed to,” you know that you are expected to give Andy all the babies he wants.  It’s why the house is one of the largest ones here.  Right at the end of the cul-de-sac.  Perfectly positioned to watch the neighbors.  Andy had made himself the king of the neighborhood. 

“Of course it will, and besides that it’s fun trying, isn’t it?” His hand smooths over your heated cheek.  He knows exactly what to say to have a warmth bloom throughout your body.  He got off on your shyness.  You are demure, dainty, perfect.  It’s what he thought anyway.

“Have you happened to see the neighbor next door?” He growls, rolling his eyes as he slings his door open.  Walking over to your side, he yanks your door open, and drops down into your line of vision.

“I’ve told you to let that go.  The house was bought, someone moved in.  And they’re clearly living there now.  Okay?” 

“Okay,” you respond quickly.  

Andy gives you a little tickle, waiting for that million dollar smile before he picks you up bridal style.  “I just want to worry about me and you, honey,” things might not be traditional with Andy, but he has this masculine beauty about him.  You were promised he would make a perfect husband, just like he was told you would be the perfect wife.  Because everything is just perfect.

——

He steps out of his house, the darkness being the only time he stands out in the open.  He’s waiting.  Patiently waiting.  Grinding his teeth at your figure dressed in sheer fabric and lace standing in front of your husband.  What a disgusting word.  Husband.

He knew what your “family” had bred you for.  How they raised you for these moments.  The perfect, loving wife.  The wife that is poised and polished.  Attending charities while on his arm.  Your friends had the quintessential book club, and bridge game every Tuesday and Thursday.  Your husband picked you up, and you were everyone’s envy.

Every woman wants to be as happy as you are.  Every man wants to bed you.  Pump themselves into your warmth.  The epitome of everyone’s perfect fantasy.  But what they didn’t see is that your eyes are cold.  Your smile didn’t quite reach there.  You went through the motions like a perfect trained girl.  Touched him in all the right places, at exactly the right time.

Rolling his eyes, he watches as another man, and then another walks out to the edge of their driveway to ‘take out the garbage’.  He knows.  He knows that they’re going to watch the right on schedule show.  Your husband loves uniformity.  He also loves keeping the curtains just sheer enough.  They can look, but they can never touch.  

Your nightie gave everything away.  Your body trained to be aroused when you saw him.  Your nipples hard peaks poking through the lace as you tease around the straps.  With one curl and wag of his finger, you’re walking over to him.  Straddling his lap, and then the rising and fall starts.  Hands on his shoulders as he peels away the fabric.

The cocks of every man out here with him jump up in arousal.  They’ll return to their wives with you on their mind as they fuck them stupid.  They see what Andy wants them to see.  You being a good obedient wife, and giving it to him.  What their wives see is the picture of demure perfection.  What they see is a slut for her man.  

Andy’s hands knead and grope your tits until he leans over, and sucks a hardened bud into his hungry mouth.  Your body writhes as you bounce over top of him.  Mouth agape and these disgusting men start palming their crotches.  You are the most perfect aphrodisiac.  And then Andy picks you up.  Leaning you over the back of the couch and he rips the lingerie off you.  Leaving you naked and bare for your audience.  You couldn’t see them, but they crane their necks to see you.

Watching as your tits ripple with his pounding thrusts.  Watch as you turn to watch Andy have his way with you.  Begging and pleading him for something, until he lifts you up to his front, and gives everyone the best view of your soft curves.  Letting everyone see how desperate you are for him.  The perfect sexual being just for your husband.  Dipping your hand down your front and rubbing on your bundle of nerves.

It is about to start.  All of them know the reason they’re all out here, but they have to make it awkward with comments.  “How tight do you think her pussy is?” 

“He’s not going to stop until he fucks a baby in her.”

“Like a good girl, she’s only felt his cock.”

“Do you think she sounds as sweet as she looks?” 

“My wife doesn’t look at me like that.  Sex is just something she does.” 

“She looks fucking amazing taking him.  Watch her.  It’s happening,” your body shudders.  The elation of an orgasm wrecking you.  “He’s going to make her come again.”

He always does.  What they didn’t know is that this was just the beginning of the evening.  Andy would make sure you took his cock whenever he wanted, and the cruel part is that you craved him just as much.  Woke him up every day by riding his morning erection.  They didn’t realize that you are addicted to your husband.  Because that’s what you were meant to do.

“He’s about to come,” sure enough his pace is hard.  His long steady thrusts now short and pounding.  “God, she takes him so well,” your hand caresses his face, soaking him in your juices, and you kiss over the spot tenderly. 

“She’s such a slut,” he hates them.  Hates that Andy used this giant house as a stage to make everyone jealous.  The man takes a quick inhale of breath when you nod your head.  “Begging for him to fill her up like the fucking slut she is.”

Your brows furrow, and Andy crashes his lips on you, and if it wasn’t for his arms, you’d keel over.  Pleasure explodes through your body, and your soft hands rub down your belly, and he pumps into you one more hard time, letting your cunt milk him dry.  “Cumslut.”

“Cum dumpster,” another snorts.  “Since he’s having such a hard time getting her pregnant,” he chuckles again, “You think he’ll take us up on the offer?” 

Bucky twists his head in the man’s direction.  Pissed that he can’t look at you anymore as Andy kisses you back down from your high.  “What the fuck did you just say?” 

They all laugh, starting to turn to their house where they fuck a less than perfect wife and imagine it’s you.  “What the fuck did you just say?” 

“Maybe if you weren’t such a weirdo, you’d know.”

A particularly geeky looking man stays behind, waiting for the last door to close before he shrugs.  “He told Andy they’d all be willing to, um — fuck her.  That maybe she needed other’s cum to get her pregnant.  Implying that something is wrong with Mr. Perfect.  That’s why Daryl ended up with a black eye.  Remember when Andy kept the blinds closed?  Yeah, it was punishment for the suggestion.”

So Bucky isn’t crazy.  Andy did these things for everyone to see.  He is showing you off like you’re his prize.  The sick part is, you are.  You are his to do whatever he wants with.  And the worst part is, you didn’t know.  Didn’t know that he is right here.  Watching.  Waiting.  Andy couldn’t keep you forever, you didn’t truly belong to him, did you?  Your parents could have severed the bond.  They might have kept you away, but he still feels it.

He’d sit here in his boiling rage for just the right moment.  You are his.  All his.  In time, Andy would pay, and so will you for being too perfect.  In due time, you’d be reunited with your rightful mate.  There’s a reason that Andy couldn’t fuck a baby in you.  You didn’t belong to him.  You were Bucky’s.  Forever and ever more.

——

You’ve become accustomed to the mundane.  The usual.  The schedule.  So when your perfect husband did not pick you up from your bridge game, you politely asked for a ride home.  They didn’t talk.  They didn’t do anything, but go through the motions.  The people didn’t greet them on the lawn.  Waving their weird little waves with their overly excited smiles as they said ‘good evening.’

They didn’t do any of the normal things.  You squeeze your thighs together.  Your body yearning for Andy, and his possessive hand on your leg.  The way just the sound of his voice soothes you and turns you on all at the same time.  Andy didn’t tell you a change in the schedule.  He didn’t tell you anything.  And he always did.

You worry at your lip as you see your home come into view, and his car idly sits in the open garage.  “It’s good weather we’re having, huh, Mrs. Barber?” You can’t even answer the question of Jessica’s husband because you’re focused on why Andy is here, and why he didn’t come to pick you up.  But he doesn’t ask again.  His wife looks out her window, and it’s then you realize how creepy everything is.

How there’s this odd sense of unsettlement rising up your throat.  Without Andy you see the weirdness.  He isn’t here to tell you it’s fine, it’s just the schedule.  It’s just the plan.  But this isn’t the plan.  You shouldn’t be in this damn car.  You should be underneath your husband.

Hal?  Jeff?  Chris?  Whatever his name is, puts his car into park, and he turns around to glare at you, “Now, you go on and service your husband, Mrs. Barber.  Make sure to keep your face looking towards the window when you fuck him.”

“It’s nice weather we’re having, isn’t it, Mrs. Barber?” Jessica turns back to smile at you, and you’re revolted.  She never called you Mrs. Barber.

“What did you just say to me?” You stare at her creepy husband, but his grin spreads across his face.

“You have a lovely evening, Mrs. Barber,” weirdo.  You get out of your car, and he grabs onto your wrist.  “Fuck him good.  But if he doesn’t fuck a baby in you by the end of the month,” his eyes turn back to the neighborhood, and every one of their weird husbands are out at the end of their driveways.  All of them staring at your home.  All of them palming their cocks.  “Well, we all will get a chance to pump you full of our cum.  Eventually one of us will take, but the baby will be Andy’s of course.  Shh,” he puts a finger up to his mouth, shushing you, and then giving you an unsettling grin.

You slap him across the face.  Wobbling as you back away from them, and Jessica laughs a horrible laugh.  Too sweet.  Too loud.  Too obnoxious.  But not real.  Her eyes don’t crinkle at the edges.  They don’t do anything but stare at you as you head towards your home.  What in the world was going on?

“Can’t wait to see you fuck him.  Later, I’m fucking this one here, and going to pretend I’m fucking you,” Jessica laughs again.  To add emphasis to his words, he gropes his wife.  “But she doesn’t make your pretty sounds anymore, Mrs. Barber.  But do go on.  I told him he needs to mount you, and take away your breath.”

You run away.  Slinging the door open.  The light doesn’t come on.  The smoke detector is going off.  There’s an odd stench.  And…

“No,” your feet step into something sticky, and you look on the floor, ready to gag.  Following the darkened red trail to see your husband face down in a pool of crimson.  “Andy!” 

A hard body comes up behind you, engulfing you in their wide menacing arms.  A hand over your mouth,  “Shh,” he coos in your ears.  Your chest heaves with fear, remembering what that asshole said.  “I’ve been waiting for you, Bunny,” fear encapsulates your body, and tears prickle your eyes.  “We’re going to have so much fun.  What do you say?” 

His hand removes over your mouth, and you stare horrified at the once strong man crumpled on the floor, “Andy?  Why him?” 

“Because,” he spins you around to look at him, and you gasp.  It couldn’t be.  “He was fucking using you as a breeding tool.  All he wanted was to see you swollen with his child.  His perfect wife.  Perfect family.  Perfect little fucking town.  You don’t even know, do you?” 

His hands drop to his side, and you have this moment, and maybe not another to try and flee.  He is too busy fussing about your life.  The life that you were made for.  Bred for.  The life that you promised you would live for Andy!  And now one part of it is gone, lying face down on the floor, and covered in blood.  “Some things they can’t take away from me.”

You bolt.  Run right past him and out of the house.  If you were caught with him, he would die.  He couldn’t stake claim on what is his.  What your father thought he had broken.  How was a wretch like Bucky going to claim the daughter of an elite.  A daughter of the leader.  No.  He ruined all your father’s plans.

Slinging open the neighbors door, you stare in horror at Jessica as she sits there, frozen in time.  Her eyes don’t even blink.  Her husband walks out of his bedroom, his head tilting to the side, “Mrs. Barber, what’s wrong?  Have you come to play?” This is a nightmare.  A man that had his wife that was — was she even real?  Is that why the obsession with you?

You dart out of his house, despite his screams of needing to play with you.  It was all Andy wanted, a family.  You and him.  The perfect match except for one thing — him.  Bucky.  Your true mate.  It was said that those didn’t happen, until there was a string that wrapped you and Bucky around each other so tightly.  It was immediate.  The moment you and Bucky locked eyes, no one else mattered.  Having it broken was painful.  But it was enough for you to comply because it meant he would live.  He could survive and live a life of freedom while you were strapped to a man you tolerated.

Clamoring into another house, you slam the door closed.  Trying to catch your breath when an odd voice, suspended in the air, taunts, “Come out, come out, wherever you are.  My little Bunny always loved a chase.  The adrenaline always got her so — wet,” the word wet is drawn out, sinister sounding.  He had your attention, and he wanted to make sure he kept it.  You flee.  Running so fast away from him, and knowing just how impossible it was to fully get away.  

House after house saw the wives sitting in complete silence.  The most unnerving unmoving silence that stuck in your stomach and made you want to hurl.  Running and running.  Continuing to run until you stop.  Falling to your knees, you cry.  Screaming at what, you weren’t sure.  The lie that you have been living?  The chase?  The taunting of the husbands?  The women who were inhuman enough?  You were utterly alone.  

“Bunny,” you tilt your head up to the sky, screaming.  You couldn’t run anymore.  “Bunny, you don’t have to run from me.”

“I can’t have you,” you sob, lip trembling as Bucky kneels beside you.  “And it’s all I’ve ever wanted.”

“There’s one way to ensure that they can’t take you away,” you shake your head no, and Bucky tsks you.  “Let me claim you.  Have you the right away, and they can’t sever our bond.  You are rightfully mine.  Let us bond as one like we were supposed to,” would it be that easy?  Could anything be that easy? 

“You didn’t even know I’d been living next door.  Well, you knew something was wrong.  But Andy, he was too cock sure to realize the one thing that could ruin his life was right there.  Let me have you, Bunny,” his lips go to your neck, and he peppers kisses up the column, ending at the shell of your ear, and you melt into him.  “Mine.”

“Mine,” you repeat.  His hands brush away the baby hairs around your face.  Wiping away the glistening sweat that had gathered due to your fear.  His lithe and tender fingers start undoing the buttons on your dress, and with every movement you sigh.  Accepting that Bucky is yours, and you are his. 

Eagerly you tug at his own clothes.  Yanking off his shirt, and you cup his bulging length, whimpering.  He is huge.  Pulsing and hot, and so fucking big, “You can take it,” he assures you.  He gently lays you down on the soft grass, and pulls apart your legs, “Mmm, I’ve dreamt of staring at you like this.”

He struggles to remove his jeans, and you yip as his cock springs free.  “I’ll make it fit, Bunny,” you ached for him.  Your cunt weeping, ready to accommodate his heavy, thick, veiny cock.  Crawling in between your legs, he spreads you out further, while your fingers trace the mountains and valleys of his stomach.  

“Mine,” your voice is so soft.  Mine.  Mine and mine!  He is yours.  He was always yours.

“I love you,” he says before spearing into you with one thrust, and you yelp out from the pleasured pain.  It stings.  It burns.  Stretching you out in a way that you have never felt before, and yet the added pressure makes you yearn for more.  For his movement and friction because you can take it.

And yet, “It hurts,” furrowing your brows, you stare up at him, wishing he would just move.  Your body could adjust.

“I know,” he sighs, pulling out of your depths before burying himself back in to the hilt, and you see stars.  “We’re building those bonds again.  Thrust by thrust,” with every demanding word he pushes and pulls out of you.  Your body writhes with finally having him the way that you were always supposed to.

“I’ll take care of you.  This will look like a murder,” it was a murder, but you didn’t care.  You had him.  You cling to his arms as he picks up his movement.  Over and over again sinking into your warmth.  “They’ll think you were lost.  We can be alone.  Forever and ever.”

“Ever and ever,” you repeat, digging your fingernails into his skin.  Marking him in a way that he is marking you.  “Bucky!” He grunts as he jackhammers into you.  Short and pounding movements right to the center of your being.  You can feel him everywhere.  Every inch.  He is right where he belongs, in you.  Growing in you.  Being part of you.  

Crashing his mouth into yours, his movements continue.  Pushing.  Pushing.  And pushing so hard until your walls clench around him.  Locking him in place, and his thick cream spurts so deep into your stomach.  Lightning erupts through your perfect little town, sealing the deal that no one could break, except for one thing.

Until death do you part.

——

Your father makes a show out of not stepping into the blood.  Glancing around the house.  A big ‘FUCK YOU!’ Written in your husband’s blood on the garage door told him exactly who was behind this.  But he needs to find you, unless….

“Took you long enough,” Andy groans.  He takes a long draw of his cigarette, holding his stomach.  “Paramedics are on their way.”

“Well, how was I to know that you couldn’t produce a child with her, while he survived.  Two fucking years, and you never knocked my beautiful daughter up.  And I heard what you were planning.  I told you the entire state could fuck her, and she’d never get pregnant as long as he was alive, and maybe even after.  Give them a few months to fuck like rabbits, and once she’s surely swollen, we’ll move in.  You’ll have your one perfect child, and when he’s dead, maybe you can have your own spawn.”

“I could have died,” your father shrugs.  “I don’t know who is more sick; you or this organization.”

“One you freely joined, Barber.  Clean this mess up.  We’ve got eyes on Barnes, and we’ll let you know when you can come get your wife again,” he leaves without another word.  Head held high.  “Hail Hydra.”

“Hail Hydra.”

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omg remi i keep meaning to send in asks for your event but i always forget i’m so sorryxbzbdbz

request time!! what about "Come get me? I miss you." with any of your bucky’s, with a kisses extra please? <3

Ahhhh this one was fun to write <3 i had to stop before it got too long lmao

Pairing: Avenger!Bucky x Avenger!Reader

Word Count: 1.5K

Summary: Bucky gets handsy when he's drunk lol

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol, drunk!bucky, implied smut at the end, due to the content of my blog this is 18+ only

A/N: this is unbeta'd all mistakes are my own

Masterpost || Bucky Masterlist || Event Post

It wasn't that Bucky was a lightweight. No, it was that asgardian liquor had a certain kick to it that sent Bucky into a drunken handsy mess. You sat in his lap, his hand roaming and squeezing the muscles of your legs and your hips and he nuzzled his nose into your neck.

As he laughed into your skin at something Steve said, you couldn't help but think back to the first time you'd seen him drunk, which was the first time he'd felt comfortable letting loose like that in front of the rest of the team. 

You'd grown tired of the party earlier than he did, retiring to your shared room for the rest of the evening and taking the opportunity to have a self care night. You took a bath, washed your face, did a mask, your nails - the whole nine yards. 

Finally in pajamas, hair dry and skin feeling the softest it's been in awhile, you crawled into bed, your comfort show on the TV as you got comfy. Then your show paused and FRIDAYs voice called your name through your speakers. 

A sigh left your lips as you shut your eyes, "Yes?" 

"Mr. Barnes is requesting to speak with you," She announced and your brows scrunched. He could just come back to the room if he wanted to talk to you so bad. But part of you had your anxiety peaking - maybe something happened downstairs and it was an emergency. 

"Put him through." 

"Yes ma'am." It was only a moment of quiet where you were questioning everything before Bucky's voice filled the room. 

"Babyyyy," he sang out, "Baaabyyyy." 

You shook your eyes as you got ready to stand, "Yes, my love?" You called back and you heard his gasp as if he didn't know you'd answer. He must've been calling for you before FRIDAY connected him. 

"You answered!" You could hear the smile in his words as he told you about how he didn't think you'd still be awake. 

"I'm awake, but not for much longer," You informed him, "What's going on?" 

He was quiet for a moment before he finally replied, "Can you come get me?" His voice was small and you couldn't hear a smile anymore, "I miss you." 

There was a tugging in your heart as you threw the covers off of your legs and stood from the bed. 

"Where are you, Bucky?" 

"At the compound," You rolled your eyes, but decided not to tell him you were also already there. "In the activity room. Everyone already went to bed." 

"And they left you there by yourself?" You slipped on your fuzzy socks, the damn floors Stark had chosen were always freezing the bottoms of your feet, and he confirmed his statement. "Stay there okay? I'll be there soon." 

You disconnected the call from FRIDAY before telling her to keep an eye on Bucky while you made your way down, taking the elevator ride to mentally prepare yourself for whatever state the team had left Bucky in. 

Padding down the hallway, you slowed at the corner leading to the activity room when you heard voices. When you peaked around the corner, you saw a very out of it Bucky leaning against a sober looking Steve. 

"I know where she is, I can take you to her," Steve tried to convince Bucky but your boyfriend shook his head. 

"Nuh uh, she tol' me she was comin 'ere," His brows were scrunched when he looked at Steve, "I ain't movin'." Steve chuckled and shook his head and you couldn't help but do the same. 

"Alright, pal, we'll wait together yeah?" You couldn't stop the small smile that grew on your lips as you watched Bucky's head lean against his friend's shoulder. You gave him another moment to relax with Steve before you rounded the corner, sneaking your way over to the couch. 

Steve spotted your first, catching you in the corner of his eye, and he smiled and waved. You returned the gesture before seeing Bucky with his eyes closed. He looked so peaceful you didn't want to wake him, but you also didn't want Steve to have to be stuck here all night, not that he'd complain - he'd do anything for Bucky even if it meant sitting still on the couch all night. 

"Hey, punk," Steve softly said, getting a hum out of Bucky, "Open your eyes, look who's here." 

Bucky's eyes lazily opened, sluggishly scanning the room before landing on you, snapping the rest of the way open as a giant smile broke out on his face. 

"Baby!" He called for you, holding his hands out to touch you and you closed the distance, stepping into his hands as they wound around your back and pulled you forward. He buried his face in your stomach, taking a deep inhale as your fingers threaded through his hair. "You came." 

"Of course I did," You muttered into his hair before placing a kiss there and looking at Steve, thanking him for watching over you boyfriend. 

"You got this?" he whispered to you and you nodded. 

"Yeah, if I need help, I'll call you." He nodded and stood, patting you on the shoulder before walking down the hall. 

"You wanna go back to our room, hm?" You asked, pulling Bucky's face away from your stomach so you could see him. 

He nodded and you tried to help him stand, though it was hard with his wandering hands. Eventually, you got him to his feet, and half carried him to the elevator. With him propped against the wall, you leaned over, pressing the button for your floor. 

His arms wrapped around you from behind, his metal hand pushing its way up and under your shirt, grabbing one of your breasts and squeezing it in his grip. You let him lean into you, his other hand coming around your front, drawing lazy patterns over your stomach before it started to tease at your waistband, his pink pushing the edge of it trying to get past it. 

You grabbed his hand, giggling at the sound of disappointment that rumbled behind you. "Bucky, you know there are cameras all over this place, including the elevators right?" 

"So? I wan touch you," his hand on your breast squeezed as his lips placed lazy kisses on your neck and you had to keep yourself together at the sensation the cool of his metal against your nipple did to you. 

"I know you do," You said, looking over your shoulder at him, "But do you want to give Stark a free show?" His nose pressed into your neck as he grumbled. 

"No. . ." He muttered after a while earning another giggle from you as his hand still hadn't left your chest.

"Then, if you can stay awake once we get back to our room, you can touch me all you want." You promised, nudging his nose with yours and smiling as his eyes lit up with determination.

"I can," He said, swaying as he stepped back from you, "I can stay 'wake." 

The elevator stopped on your floor and you helped him get to the bedroom, helping him sit on the bed and take his shoes off. He laid back on top of the comforter with a sigh before looking at you and giving you grabby hands. 

You placed one of your hands in his, leaning over him to place a kiss on his lips, "I'll be right back, okay?" He pouted at you but nodded, leaning up to mold his mouth with yours once more before letting your hand go and watching you walk off to the restroom. 

When you came back, he was lightly snoring, laying the wrong way on the bed. You tried waking him to move him, but he was out cold, so you grabbed the pillows from the head of the bed and moved them to where he was. You pulled out an extra blanket, since he was laying on top of the other ones, and once you had him turned to his side just in case, you snuggled in behind him, throwing the blanket over the both of you. 

His laugh snapped you out of the memory and you looked down at him. He glanced up at you, catching your gaze and his smile softened. 

"What is it?" He asked, squeezing your leg. 

"Nothing," You grinned, leaning down to his ear, "Do you wanna come upstairs with me before you get too tired?" You asked, taking the lobe of his ear between your teeth for a split second before pulling away. 

When you looked at him again, the pupils in his eyes had blown wide and he had a single-minded gaze on you. 

"Get up," he ordered, "Let's go." You stood giggling, bidding everyone a good night before Bucky all but chased you to the elevator, almost giving Stark a show on the way up to your room where, this time, Bucky didn't know the meaning of the word tired. All. Night. Long.

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Dear 201 - Fan Mail Pt. 5

Title: Dear 201 - Fan Mail Pt. 5

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2650

Rating: T

Warnings: Drinking, anger, fucking angst. Steve Rogers is a fucking asshole. 

-- To be continued. I hope you enjoy! Let me know if you want to be added to the tag list :) --

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Three little numbers both thrill and terrify Bucky in equal measure- he started to see the numbers everywhere after he received the letter from Ace. The news didn't seem to surprise Steve or Sam in the way it did Bucky. Steve has always been one to take news like a shot of neat whisky, the information flowing into him, burning, but on the outside he still remains stoic. Sam, on the other hand, seemed to take the news like the beach takes the tide, the news rolling over him like he had known it was coming, something he had come to learn already. As Bucky told him the news, the waves of his voice washed over him and he welcomed them like an old friend. 

After the news broke, Bucky kept his next move close to his chest like a winning poker hand. The chips of his decision twirl threw his fingers, folding over his knuckles as he waits for his turn to bid. Sam has urged him to move decide, to write faster, to move faster. Bucky doesn't let the words get to him. 

One night after too much alcohol stolen from Thor, the Asgardian liquor coursing through their systems, Steve tells Bucky to leave it be- to quit writing all together. 

"Seriously, Buck, you don't need the headache of all this," Steve mumbles a bit, speaking more to himself than to Bucky who is splayed out on the couch across from him. 

"What did you say?" Bucky questions him, his brows furrowing. He pulls his focus from the letters he has been rifling through, the letters from her. 

"You don't need to write her anymore," Steve says as a matter of fact, "You don't need to deal with this anymore," He doesn't bother looking at Bucky, if he would he doesn't think he could stop his eyes from rolling. Instead, he keeps his eyes locked on his glass, swirling the liquid around with a gentle twist of his wrist. He watches the amber colored concoction move around the glass, his attention better spent on that than he friend and the situation Buck finds himself in. Steve has deemed it ridiculous, too good to be true, a flat out fucking lie. 

"Deal with what, exactly, Steve?" Bucky sits up now, clutching the letters a little tighter. The paper bunches under his touch, the new wrinkles spreading like roots through the words. 

"This, this shit, Bucky!" Steve raises his voice; it echoes through the room, bristling over Bucky's form, striking a nerve. 

"Excuse me?" Bucky manages, the words spit from his lips full of venom and animosity. His body tightens, the tendons in his neck pulling tight as he squares his shoulders with a bit too much force. He sets his jaw, teeth threatening to grind together to release some of the anger that is taking over his veins with pump of his heart, the tension in the air scalding this insides with each breath he draws. 

Bucky would go to war for this woman, the mystery he has come to adore who lays just on the other side of the postal route, the stamp, the words, the ink. He hadn't thought about it until this very moment, Steve's words spurring something inside of Bucky, his chest burning at the thought of losing his 'Warmest Regards", the thought causes nausea to swim through Bucky, sweat overtaking his skin with pinpricks of anxiety. 

Steve turns his face up, eyes coming up to see the sweat collecting on Bucky's brow. Bucky is almost seething, his body threating to vibrate with anger. "You know what, don't even bother finishing that sentence," Bucky corrects, holding a flat hand out to Steve as if to say 'stop'. Bucky shakes his head, bangs falling forward, concealing the band of sweat that coats his skin. 

He wants to blame the alcohol for Steve's words, for the anger that poured out of them and into Bucky. He wrings his hands, letters sitting haphazardly in his lap. He wants to blame the alcohol for the way his heart seems to be imprinting itself on the inside of his ribcage and the way his hands shake. For the sweat that seems to have taken over his body, chilling him with a sense of sickness. But the only thing he can blame the alcohol for is the fact that it started their evening together in the first place. 

What started as a night to just let go and relax from the strenuous missions and never ending paperwork has turned into honesty hour that has left Bucky feeling sick to his stomach, both from the anger and the liquor he decided couldn't touch him. But now the room spins and his best friend sits across from him, eyes burning into his own. 

"I just mean, what if this is all some sort of ploy to get something out of you? What if whoever is writing you isn't this girl that claims to be on the other side. What if they aren't a barber in Hell's Kitchen? What if they are just in this for money or fame or for the story? Hell, what if they are some terrorist or threat trying to get close to you in order to bring us down? What then, Buck?" Steve's words bite and there is nothing too soothe the marks they leave in Bucky. His chest aches, and Steve's does too; the aches blooming from original sources but crippling each man with a dull pain that doesn't seem to subside. 

Bucky runs his hand over his sternum, pressing hard with his knuckles, trying to counter the ache with pressure from the outside. Steve knocks back the rest of his drink, tasting like honey but burning all the way down. This time he grimaces. Bucky does too, stomach acid burning in his chest. 

Words halt, the world seems to, too. It's like everything has slowed, each movement, each beat of Bucky's heart, each thought that creeps into Bucky's mind that tells him he isn't good enough to have someone write to him- someone so soft and full of love, full of light, on the other side of the paper with ink stained fingertips. Someone like that would be too good for him, he thinks, maybe Steve is right. 

The world resumes speed when a glass leaves Bucky's hand, one he didn't realize he had picked up until the shattered pieces of crystal mingle with the leftover honey flavored amber that resided at the bottom of the glass moments before. The shards look like constellations, each sharp point sparkling in the light of the living room. They beg to be touched, the blade like corners glimmering as the men eye the new universe that has been created on the floor between them. 

"Weren't you the one telling me all those weeks ago that a letter was coming for me? Aren't you the one who couldn't contain their excitement along with me every single time another letter showed up with my name on it? Weren't you the one cheering me on through this? What the fuck happened, Steve?" Bucky sounds almost defeated, burying his head in his hands. He grips at his hair tightly, knuckles threatening to turn white under the pressure. 

Steve can't seem to make his brain work, his mind refusing to form thoughts that would do any good at defending himself. Bucky is right, he thinks- he knows. All those weeks ago when Bucky received that first letter, Steve memorized the pride that burst through his chest at the sight. He remembers the smile that adorned his friend's face just moments before the photo. Steve also remembers the steam that filled his lungs as he was forced to hear Bucky sob just a few feet away, unable to do anything to make the hurt stop. 

Bucky is his best friend, and all those years ago Steve sent Bucky over the beam first shortly after rescuing him, putting his own safety, his own life on the line to make sure Bucky got out first. It was then he decided Bucky's life was the most important thing and just the mere idea of Bucky getting hurt, or heaven forbid getting himself killed, because he got himself in too deep with a 'pen pal' makes Steve physically sick. 

Again, neither men dare to speak, each having voiced their concern. Nobody ever said airing out grievances was easy. They both sit their, their words hanging in the air, dense with meaning. They feel almost suffocating, the sentences wrapping themselves around each man and squeezing. Maybe that's the way it's suppose to feel- the protection of a best friend constricting itself around the body until there is no space to breathe. 

Tears begin to prick at the corners of Bucky's eyes, a heat coming up his chest cavity, a sob threatening to escape his gritted teeth. The sight hurts Steve but he makes no move to correct it, to sooth his friend or to speak. Everything is out on the table, and it needs to stay that way. 

Instead, he pushes himself up, the room swaying around him. It has been a long time since he's been drunk, and maybe it needs to be a long time before it happens again. Steve steps over the shards shakily, moving towards his quarters. He stops just before rounding the corner, daring to look back at the scene he is leaving behind him. 

Bucky sits frozen, an unreadable expression written into the lines of his face. His brows are furrowed, a deep line tracing itself on the skin between his brows. His lips are pulled into a tight line, teeth no doubt clenched together to keep a sob from escaping. A few tears have spilled themselves over the Bucky's face, wet, warm trails coasting down his cheeks. The tears fall from his chin. He closes his eyes, chancing a deep breath to steady himself. 

"I just want you safe, Buck," Steve whispers, his voice barely audible, but Bucky hears it. He knows Bucky hears it because a small noise somewhere between a whimper and a cry comes out strangled and falls from his lips. 

Steve disappears, leaving Bucky a broken mess on the couch, a universe of broken glass in front of him. A sight that would surely break even a tough man- that exact thought keeping Steve from turning around again. The truth hurts, he repeats to himself, over and over and over. He repeats it not only to justify the hurt he has caused but the hurt that has bound itself to his insides, squeezing with each low and ragged breathe. 

In some twisted way, Steve thought that if he could hurt Bucky before she could, maybe it would hurt less. Maybe, if Steve thought it was a bad idea, Bucky wouldn't write her back, or maybe he would, just to tell her to never contact him again. Maybe its the jealousy that thrums through Steve at the thought of losing a friend, or maybe it's because he can't stand to see Bucky get close to someone when there is no one in the world that is bidding for his attention.

Steve gets letters, sure. But they are mostly from old women and family's he has saved or reunited. He also gets mail from children who have come to idolize him and he gets mail asking him to participate at local schools and to make appearances. They all want something or are thanking him for something he has already done, his time and energy already given.   

It's supposed to be Steve and Bucky till the end of the line and women never got in the way of that before, but they way Bucky looks at those letters, his eyes lighting up at the words gives Steve pause. Bucky has never been this way about a women before and hell, maybe Steve should learn to be happy for his friend but instead the jealousy just eats away at him form the inside out. 

When Bucky finally pulls himself from the couch he is shaking, tears stain his skin dry and cracking. He walks past the glass, the discarded crystal left to lay in waste on the floor. The whole universe in the shards becoming increasingly less important with each step Bucky takes towards his quarters. 

He manages to pen a letter through his shaking, the lines of his letters wobbly. A few stray tears manage to fall onto the paper the ink smearing under them. 

"Dear 201, I need to know that you are real. I need to know that you aren't just some sort of conspiracy or threat trying to get close enough to me to burn everything that surrounds me to the ground. 

I need you to be real because I have this blurry image of you in my head that I need to make clear. I need to focus into all the details of you and commit them to memory. Each little, beautiful, imperfect piece. I crave the sight of you in your entirety.

I need to hear your laugh- I need to know if it sounds like pure joy blooming into the world. I need to hold your hands, to see the wear and calloses that adorn them. I need to know how your hand feels wrapped in mine when we shake the first time we meet. I need to know if it will ground me in the way your letters do. I crave you in your pieces and parts. 

Most of all, I need you to be real because you are the best damn thing that has happened to me in years and if you aren't real- hell, if you aren't real, I don't know what I would make of myself. 

With too much hope and heartache- Bucky Barnes" 

Before the war, Bucky knew how to talk to women. Each dip of his voice and brush of a well placed finger had any women swooning over him. He had his pick, each and every time, knowing just what to say to earn himself a kiss at the end of the night. But never before this moment has he poured his heart out in its entirety. 

There is nothing left in him to say- hell, there is nothing left in him to feel. He is now too barren to think or hope or cry. Every single piece of him now lies written in dark ink, the letters smudged and imperfect. There is no blood left in his chest, his heart now pumping electricity alone and it courses through him, numbing his already sore being with each mingling prickle. 

The tear drops have dried now, but the paper is wrinkled where they once fell. The markings like gravestones for the hurt and hope that poured out of him, not only from his pen but from his heart. 

He doesn't think twice about sending it, he doesn't have to. Like words spoken to gods, it was sent the moment it was said. The words are meant to be heard; there isn't a thing in the universe that can stop such a cosmic circumstance. 

Sleep takes Bucky the moment his head hits the pillow, the catharsis of the evening allowing his body to rest. He sleeps on his mattress tonight, the blankets wrapping his body like a shroud. He sleeps like the dead as there is nothing left in him to keep him awake. 

Steve doesn't sleep. Instead, he drinks, letting the Asgardian liquor continue to numb his senses. The room spins around him as sickness snakes itself through his body, making itself at home in the deepest parts of him. 

Maybe that's how it is supposed to feel when you bare your soul to another. Honesty being rewarded with rest and respite while envious anger is rewarded with anguish in equal measure. 

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Bucky Barnes x Reader Oneshot | You’re a Mean One, Nebula

a/n: what’s up fuckers lol i haven’t posted anything in a hot minute, so here’s this little blurb based on this post that i made: 

words: 1167

pairing: bucky barnes x reader (no pronouns/gendered words used for reader i think)

It was a normal day, for the most part. There was you, sitting on the small dock outside of your lakeside property with your feet in the water and a book in your hand, and there was your husband doing whatever housework could occupy his ever busy mind. Ever since Tony passed away, you and Bucky had been living in the house his family had once lived in. Pepper couldn’t stand living there anymore so she had given everything to you. She wanted you and Bucky to live peacefully with one another like you finally deserved. 

You had everything out there: a garden stocked with an abundance of fruits and vegetables, a chicken coop for the convenience of eggs as well as poultry, the beautiful lake to swim in when the weather permitted, and your beautiful husband. Tony had even left you with a parting gift: a perfectly weather controlled barrier around your property so you could continue growing your produce, raising your chickens, and swimming in the lake even well into the cold upper New York December. 

The escapism that the lakehouse offered you two was happily welcomed, and both you and Bucky pretty much stayed at home unless there was some hero business to take care of. The Flag Smashers business had long since wrapped up and you were facing a relaxation period, which was so lovely. Looking over your shoulder towards the garden, you smiled to see Bucky pulling weeds to keep your food supply healthy. 

Heaving out a soft sigh of contentment, you focused back on your book and turned the page. The wind was beginning to pick up so you wanted to finish the chapter before the pages started turning on their own. However, you heard a low rumble accompanying said “wind” coming from above you. Both you and Bucky stopped what you were doing to look up at the sky. 

You sighed out softly upon seeing a very familiar ship. While not the whole damn thing, you could tell it was a single shuttle that belonged to the Guardians of the Galaxy. Not only did you recognize the ship, but you recognized the pilot. It was Nebula, someone you had only met a handful of times during the Blip when you worked together on very few “missions”, if you could call them that. You were pretty much a widow in mourning for that entire five years so you didn’t really remember that time as much. 

Seeing her reminded you of that time for a brief moment, but your shoulders relaxed when you heard Bucky walk up right behind you wiping his dirty hands with a rag that had been previously tucked into his back pocket. 

“Do you think the world is ending again?” He asked casually while the two of you watched Nebula land, like the idea of facing another world ending scenario was just another walk in the park. It pretty much was at that point. He then plopped the dirty rag he was using right on your head, which made you squeal and swat at his thigh. 

“I sure hope so, you piece of shit,” you replied while he chuckled lowly, tucking the rag back in his pocket before leaning over to kiss the crown of your head. You rolled your eyes with a little huff but looked forward when you saw the cyborg walking towards you with such urgency that it made you panic a little bit. What if something really was wrong?

Bucky nodded his head towards the woman as she came to a stop before the two of you on the dock, his metal hand tucked into his front jeans pocket. “Long time no see, Nebula.”

“Yeah, well, I try to make a habit of not coming to this shithole of a planet,” she replied, her unamused tone ever present as she shifted her weight onto one leg and crossed her arms across her chest. “Listen, I’ll cut to the chase. Barnes, give me your arm.”

Bucky raised his eyebrows, both in surprise and curiosity. “Excuse me?”

“It’s Christmas,” she stated bluntly, but didn’t elaborate. “Give me your arm.”

“Technically, Christmas is in a week,” you spoke up, but didn’t rise from your seated position on the dock. This threat didn’t seem too imminent, plus Bucky could handle himself if it really came down to it. “But what does his arm, the metal one I assume, have anything to do with it?”

Nebula sighed in irritation like you already should’ve known the answer. “It’ll be a good gift for Rocket, okay? Now hand it over. Or I will kick your ass to get it from you.”

“I am not giving you my arm,” Bucky told her sternly, arms crossing across his own chest now. “I suggest you try Macy’s for a more practical, non arm related gift.”

Nebula narrowed her eyes at him a little bit for being snarky before quickly grabbing the gun-lazer thing she had in her holster. You weren’t sure if space people used bullet guns or not, to be honest. Before she could aim it, Bucky was charging towards her to disarm her.

You sighed as the two of them began to fight, actually fight, across your property. You had watched them for a while because while you knew Bucky could probably handle himself, it was incredibly entertaining. So entertaining, in fact, you sneakily sent a couple of pictures to Sam so he could enjoy it as well. 

Y/N: look at this nerd lol he’s fighting for his arm rn

Sam: i hope he loses lol

While you were giggling at your phone while texting Sam, you heard Bucky yell out an expletive followed quickly by, “Fuck, shit, get back here!”

You turned your head to see Bucky running after Nebula who definitely had something metallic and arm-ish tucked under her own arm. Nebula was too close to her ship and Bucky couldn’t reach her in time even with the fact that he had serum running through his veins. You just continued to sit there, watching the entire scene as Bucky stopped running and just stood at the edge of the garden while Nebula stood in the cockpit flipping him off with his own hand. You stifled your laughter and snapped another quick picture to send off to Sam. 

Y/N: he lost lol

Sam: i’m never gonna let him live this down lol i’ll call wakanda

You looked up once more as Nebula’s ship took back off into the atmosphere, Bucky stalking back towards you looking defeated and pissed. You giggled softly as you watched, the two of you just staring at each other for a bit with amusement in your eyes and anger and confusion in Bucky’s. 

“Nebula stole your arm, didn’t she?” 

“Nebula stole my arm.”

“Got it.”

You then sighed, slumping your shoulders a little bit as you thought about what that meant for you now. “And that was my favourite arm and everything. It even vibrated.”

[late-to-the-party-81]

Thank you for the reblog 😍

Hot Bucky Summer Master list

Works created for the Hot Bucky Summer event organinsed by @buckybarnesevents

Key: 🥰 Fluff 😭Angst 🍆Smut 🍑WLW smut 🌑Dark 🩸Violence 🌶 Suggestive

Loving you means loving myself

Beefy Bucky x Small Steve (No powers AU)

Chapter 1 🥰 🌶 ( Week 1 Prompt - What should I wear?)

Chapter 2 🥰 🌶 (Week 2 Prompt - What should I call you?)

Chapter 3 🥰 🍆 ( Week 3 Prompt - Where do you want me?)

Epilogue 🥰 🍆 (Week 4 Prompt - "C")

Power play

Mob!Bucky x Undercover agent Reader

Chapter 1 🌶 🌑(ish) (Week 5 Prompt - "When I first met you...")

Chapter 2 🌶 🌑(ish) (Week 6 Prompt - "How do you want me...")

[queen-of-the-avengers]

Knight in Shining Motorcycle: Part Two

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.7k

Warnings: feeling rejected and heartbroken, going on yet another bad date, belittling wait staff (by the date), fluff at the end

Summary: It's been a month since the incident with Jackson. It's been a month since you felt Bucky's arms around you. It's been a month and he hasn't said one word about it, and seems like he's gone back to his usual ways. It's time for you to move but why can't you?

read part one here: Knight in Shining Motorcycle

Squares Filled: seeking comfort in best friend (2020) for @star-spangled-bingo

Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3

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It’s been a month since you and Bucky shared a bed. It’s been a month since he saved you from that disastrous date with Jackson. It’s been a month since you felt his arms around you, and you haven’t felt them since. It’s like after that night, Bucky went back to his normal ways of fucking a new girl every week. He refuses to think about that night, talk about that night, and acknowledge that it even happened.

Sometimes, he’d bring two girls back to the apartment for a very long night of you wanting to kill yourself from the noises you’d hear. You don’t get it. You thought you two had something. Were you just a means to an end? Another girl to get into his bed even though you never did anything other than sleep? Another notch in his belt?

The only person you can find comfort in is your best friend and Bucky’s sister, Mia. She’s the only one who will hear you complain about him because everyone does it. All of her friends who have gotten involved with Bucky have complained to her about how he didn’t treat them right or they caught feelings but he tossed them aside like they meant nothing.

However, this time it’s different. It’s the way you talk about Bucky or the way she sees him with other girls that makes her think there is something more to this than meets the eye.

“He hasn’t said anything to you?” you ask and fiddle with your cappuccino.

“No, sorry, hun.”

“I should move out. I don’t know where I’d go.”

“I wish I could say you can stay with me. Ty and I just converted the spare bedroom into our home office.”

“I know. I appreciate the offer. I have a little money saved but I have to tough it out until I get enough to afford something small.”

“Ty’s sister is a real estate agent. I can give her your number and she can try and help you out.”

“Yeah, maybe. I’m still trying to figure things out.”

“Hey, can Ty and I borrow your car this weekend? Ours is in the shop and we planned a romantic weekend up north.”

“Yeah, that’s fine. I’ll drop it off the night before.”

“Thanks!”

You take a sip from your coffee and hear a motorcycle in the distance. You’d recognize that bike anywhere. Bucky pulls up near the cafe where you and Mia are and parks on the side of the road. He has a girl on the back of his bike that he no doubt met that day. Right in front of him is some fancy clothing store she wanted to go to. She gets off the bike, removes her helmet, and leaves him on the bike to go inside the store alone.

Bucky looks in your general direction but with his helmet on, it’s hard to determine exactly what he is looking at. Still, that doesn’t stop the glare you’re giving him.

“Just ignore him,” Mia says and pops a doughnut hole into her mouth.

“Easier said than done,” you mutter and look away from him. “That next morning, he acted like nothing happened. I figured he didn’t want to talk about it. Then a couple of days passed and he still didn’t mention it. Weeks went by and now I know he’s doing this to me on purpose. He’s being an ass.”

Bucky gets off his bike and takes off his helmet to get some fresh air, and he leans against the side of it effortlessly. If you were to do that, you’d surely knock the bike over. He waits for his fuck buddy to come out of the store, and she bounces over to him with a bag in hand. She wraps her arms around his neck and he pulls her in for a kiss.

It’s the kind of kiss that is meant for the bedroom but also the kind of kiss you want to show off to someone. You can’t be here anymore.

“I gotta go. I’ll talk to you later.”

You get up and toss some bills onto the table for your drink and leave in the opposite direction of Bucky and his new toy.

Bucky pulls away from the girl and looks over to where you and Mia are. When he doesn’t see you, he looks around for you only to see your retreating figure. He feels like shit for doing that. He absentmindedly rubs the knuckles that hold small scars from when he beat Jackson up for what he did to you.

You take the entire day to walk around town and be by yourself, so when you get home it’s already dark. Bucky is in the kitchen cooking something when you put your keys in the bowl by the front door. You round the corner and see him cooking something with only a towel wrapped around his waist as if he just got out of the shower. However, there isn’t any water on his body.

“Grab it while it’s hot,” he says.

“Really? You’re cooking in a towel? You couldn’t have gotten dressed first?”

He opens his mouth to reply but someone speaks from his bedroom that interrupts him.

“Bucky, where are you? I’m getting lonely.”

Bucky doesn’t feel guilty that he has a girl over. He feels guilty that you caught him. He sees the heartbroken look in your eyes that makes him want to shoot himself.

“Thanks for the offer but I’m not hungry. I’m sleeping over at Mia’s tonight.”

He lets you walk away.

The weekend comes quicker than you’d like. Without a car, you’re stuck in the apartment, and you’re not about to ask Bucky for a ride on his motorcycle. You’re stuck in your room on your phone when you get a message from Mia.

Hey, I know you didn’t ask for this but I hooked you up with someone Ty knows. He’s super nice!

like a blind date?

Yeah. I can tell him you’re not interested. I figured this is your chance to get over my brother.

yeah, i can try. where is the date?

At the new bar that just opened next to the cafe. His name is Travis. I told him 7 tonight.

okay. thank you. i’ll let you know how it goes.

Seven is three hours away, so you better get ready now. After taking a shower, you look in your closet for something to wear and come across the dress you wore for your date with Jackson. You haven’t worn it since because of the memories attached to it. Not memories of Jackson, memories of Bucky. Next to that dress is Bucky’s leather jacket he told you to keep. Like the dress, you haven’t worn it since and you’re sure as hell not going to wear it now.

There is a floral print dress that goes down to your ankles. It’s off the shoulders with long sleeves down to your wrists that bunches so the sleeves look flowy instead of compressed. The entire dress is flowy and light, perfect for a blind date. The match, you have chunky white wedges that give you a few extra inches. You keep your makeup light, hair down in soft waves, and jewelry that compliments the dress.

You leave your room and look at Bucky’s closed door. He’s been spending a lot of time in his room this past week with girls he picks up from anywhere. The only reason you’re telling him where you’re going is because you live with him. If you don’t, he’ll send an army to go look for you. There are noises and giggling coming from inside the room but when you knock, they cease.

One minute later, the door opens a crack and Bucky stands there with messy hair and sweats on.

“I’m going out. Don’t wait up for me.”

Bucky takes a moment to look at the outfit you’ve chosen and his demeanour changes immediately.

“Where are you going?”

“I have a date.”

“You don’t have a car.”

“I’ll Uber. Have fun with your girlfriend.”

You leave before he has a chance to say anything else. It takes the Uber ten minutes to get to you and another thirty minutes to get to the restaurant. Mia sent you a picture of what the man looks like but it was grainy and unclear. You step out with your phone in hand while looking around for Travis.

“Y/N?”

You turn to see an attractive man wearing a nice suit. You look at the picture once more to confirm it’s Travis, which it is.

“You must be Travis,” you chuckle nervously.

“Yeah. Wow, Mia sent me your picture but nothing compares to real life. You’re beautiful.”

“Thank you,” you blush.

“I made us a reservation. Shall we go inside?”

“After you.”

You two walk inside, get your table, order, and start chatting about your lives. Travis is a bit boring when it comes to having adventures. Unlike you. You can write a book about the adventures you’ve been on because you have Bucky as a roommate. When he’s not fucking some random girl, he’s actually pretty cool to hang out with. You two have been everywhere in town doing all sorts of things.

“So, what do you do for work?” Travis asks and sips his drink.

“Uh, I am an IT specialist who works from home. I get calls daily on how to fix computers and other tech-related stuff. It pays well and I get to stay home, so that’s a bonus.”

“That’s awesome. I’m terrible when it comes to computers.”

“What do you do?”

“I am a financial manager. Like you, it pays well but I’m stuck in meetings and in the office all the time.”

“Have you always wanted to work in the financial world?”

The waitress comes by with your food and sets the plates in front of you and Travis. You think she’s going to walk away and you can continue your conversation with Travis, but that’s not what happens.

“Am I supposed to be impressed with this?” he asks angrily.

“Excuse me?” the waitress stutters.

“I don’t even have to touch this to know it’s cold. Do I have to go back there and tell you how to do your damn job?” 

Your mouth opens in embarrassment and shock.

“I’m sorry, sir. I’ll take this back right now and have it fixed.”

The waitress grabs the plate without looking at you and leaves immediately. Poor thing looks like she is going to cry. Travis shakes his head and turns back to you as if this never happened.

“So, anyway, I went to business school and all that, but it’s nice to get out of the office every once in a while, you know?”

You have no idea what to say. Mistreating waitstaff is an immediate turn off. Everything attractive about this man suddenly turns sour. You’re lucky you saw this early on instead of at the end of the date.

“I’m sorry, I have to use the ladies room. I’ll be right back.”

“Oh, sure.”

You take everything you own with you because you’re not coming back to this table. You make it seem like you’re going to the bathroom in case he’s watching but once your table is out of sight, you find the first waitress you see which so happens to be yours.

“Hey, I am so sorry about the way he spoke to you like that. I don’t even know him. My best friend set me up. Listen, I gotta get out of here but the table we’re at is by the door. Is there a back entrance I can use?”

“Yeah, I got you. He gave me the ick as soon as I saw him,” she shutters. “Follow me.” She takes you through the kitchen and the back door that they use when they go on breaks. “Good luck.”

“Oh, and don’t be afraid to spit in his food.”

“Trust me, the cook’s all over it.”

You walk through the small alley next to the bar to the main street. You take out your phone to call an Uber, but luck has it so that you don’t have any service. You try moving the phone around, even walking down to the street light, but nothing comes up.

“Damn it,” you mutter.

You can’t call Mia. You can’t use your car because she has it. The only person you know is Bucky. Should you call him? He’s probably frolicking with that woman still. Even if you were to call him, he’d probably hate you for ruining his date. The only other option is to walk home even though it took thirty minutes to get here by car.

The road stretches through the mountain briefly which you don’t want to walk through but what else are you gonna do? If you can’t get service in a busy restaurant area, there is no way you’re gonna get service in the mountains. The walk gives you time to think about your life. You have a good job that pays well but you can’t keep living with Bucky if it means seeing him with all these women. You have a major thing for him and it kills you to know you’re not the one he’s going home with.

Ten minutes go by until you hear the unmistakable sound of a motorcycle. It races past you without a second thought, screeches to a stop, turns around, and slowly creeps up behind you. You don’t have to see who it is to know who it is. Bucky pulls up next to you and walks the bike to keep up with your pace.

“Get on the bike.”

“No, I’ll walk. Thanks.”

“Don’t be difficult, Y/N. Get on the bike.”

“How the hell did you even find me?”

“I asked Mia. She told me the guy you were on a date with. I looked him up, and he posted to his Facebook about how his date ditched him, and all women are beneath him. He’s a fucking loser. I mean, he still uses Facebook,” he chuckles. “I figured you were out here somewhere.”

“Stop stalking me,” you roll your eyes. “I’ll meet you at home.”

“Get on the damn bike.”

“No!” Bucky revs his engine and surges forward, parking right in front of you to prevent you from going further. You try to go around him but he moves his bike in your path. “Why the hell do you care about me? You’ve proven I mean nothing to you.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” he asks and gets off his bike.

“You fucking know what I’m talking about. If you don’t, then you’re not worth my time.” You try pushing past him to continue your walk but he grabs your arm to prevent you from doing so. You quickly turn and slap his face. The shock is enough for him to let go of you. “Don’t fucking touch me. The last time you touched me, you left and never spoke of it again. Just go, please. You have a girl waiting for you at home. Just go to her.”

“I can’t!”

“Why not?!”

“Because she’s not you!” he yells loudly.

“Do better,” you scoff.

“Fuck,” he mumbles to himself. “I love you!” You pause to take in the information. “I can’t get you out of my fucking head. I’ve been trying all month to get you out of my head. None of the girls I’ve brought home have ever stuck because they’re not you. Being with you that one night has been better than anything I’ve done all fucking month.”

“Then why did you let me walk away?” you ask in a heartbreaking tone.

“Because I’m an idiot. Because you’re the realest thing I’ve ever had, and I didn’t want to fuck it up.”

Silence befalls the two of you, and you look around the desolate road.

“So, what are you gonna do about it?”

More silence. Bucky takes three big steps to get to you, grabs your waist with one hand, slides his other into your hair, and kisses you like he was supposed to a month ago. His lips fit so perfectly against your own like they belong there. You’ve pictured this moment in so many different ways, but this is not on your list.

“Are we really doing this?” you ask when he pulls away.

“Do you want to?” You nod with a smile. “You’re my girl now.”

“No more other women.”

“I’ve got the one I want.”

He leans down and kisses you again, this time, making your head soar to new places.

x

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[beah388love]

Insecurities

18+ Minors DNI!!!

Full Masterlist Marvel Masterlist

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Summary: you’re insecure and Bucky reminds you how beautiful you are.

Warnings: insecurities,pregnancy,twins!!!(please tell me if I missed any!!!)

You sighed as you looked in the mirror and jumped a little when you saw Bucky appear behind you, his hands finding your bump. His face nuzzled in your neck pressing small kisses.

“What’re you still looking in the mirror for?” He mumbled and you pouted.

“I just feel…” you stopped and there was a minute of silence.

“I’m a whale! buck” you huffed as you looked down at your thighs and your huge bump.

“Hey! Don’t say that” Bucky said somewhat in a warning tone.

“I do! Why are you with me? Your like a model! You look like a Greek god! I’m just a flabby…huge..mess” you said holding your bump and looking in the mirror and he was stunned.

He couldn’t grasp how you genuinely believed the things you was saying.

He woke up every morning and felt like the luckiest man alive, because every morning he’d wake up to your face.

He was an even luckier man to be your husband and

He was an even luckier man to be the father of your soon to be born twin boys.

“How can you say that?” He said in disbelief and you looked at him confused.

“Sure you have a bigger stomach-“ you cut him off with a gasp.

“Wait! Let me finish! You’re also…pregnant with our twins…” he said giving you a kiss on the head and you nodded.

“You’re the most Beautiful woman I’ve ever met, and I’m the luckiest man because you’re married to me.” He grinned as he picked you up and laid you on your bed.

“And you have the prettiest eyes…the cutest nose…and the softest hair…and don’t get me started on your smile” Bucky rambled to you and you smiled looking up at him.

“So, stop saying that! I love you so mu-“ you cut Bucky off with a kiss.

“I love you.” You smiled as you cuddled into him and he grinned ear to ear.

“I love you too” he smiled as you pulled his hand onto your bump.

“They’re kicking…” you giggled making him beam a smile.

[amethystarachnid]

INTRODUCTION

This is @girlwitheconverse ‘s MARVEL profile! On that profile I post about pretty much everything while here I want to try and post only about the M.C.U.

On my other profile I had started a game called “Songs & superheroes tales” which you can find on this link, the game is now available on this profile and not @girlwitheconverse anymore for the reason I’ve explained before. I’ll post the game here too, don’t worry.

My username is the name of my MARVEL-persona, but you can call me Ivy <3

I write fanfictions, one shots and drabbles sometimes.

Requests status: open

Anonymous requests / emoji anons: allowed

I’m currently having some troubles coordinating my two profiles but I’m trying to fix it!

I hope you’ll like my works!

Likes, comments and especially reblogs are highly appreciated but don’t feel forced to!

[legallyanxious]

Okay I'm looking for a very specific fanfic

It could've been on AO3 or fanfiction.net, I'm honestly not sure

but it was a Stuckony fic, and basically it was an omega verse au I believe, where Steve and Bucky were in a relationship, Steve being the alpha, and Tony was an omega in an abusive relationship and they all meet and help Tony escape

I specifically remember there being a line about this judge person being an 'old order' alpha, if that helps narrow it down at all

This is kind of embarrassing LMAO but I desperately need to find it if not just to satisfy my curiosity

Please please tell me if you think you know what I'm talking about and ESPECIALLY if you have a link

[zombiiegrr]

hello everyone! it’s kehlani. after a long break i am writing again! please feel free to request :3 but keep in mind…. ⭐️

keep in mind I don’t write x male fics but I can do gender neutral.

I don’t have many limits but here r mine:

toilet stuff, necrophilia, incest (stepcest is on a thin line) & underage (for characters like Bakugo. For example, I may do aged up, but if I’m being honest with you, the fact that I have to age them up, makes me uncomfortable, because the fact that they have to be aged up in the first place shows that they’re minors. If you can give me an aged up au then I’ll think about it)

here r the fanfics I’ve wrote so far!

shuri

bucky

love quinn

shota aizawa

[fandoms-writings]

Pairing: DBF!Bucky x college!reader

Word Count: over 3K

Summary: You were hoping to sneak away after being at your fathers for a summer party, but Bucky has other ideas. 

Warnings: Smut 18+ ONLY, oral (f receiving), fingering, edging, p in v sex, Bucky is a menace in this okay?

Part 1 || Bucky Masterlist || Masterpost

The sound of the party going on outside grew muffled as you shut the window to your old room. 

Taking a deep breath, you sighed and let your shoulders drop into a slouch before you kicked off your heels, humming to yourself once your feet were finally flat on the floor again. 

"Your bedroom is adorable." 

You spun on your heel with a gasp, spotting Bucky in the doorway, eyeing your old room as he walked toward you and suddenly you wished you could hide all of the posters on the walls and the stuffed animals on the window seat. 

Your father had invited the two of you to one of his summer parties, offering you to stay with him for the weekend since you don't see him much anymore. You'd come up for a break from putting on a charade in front of your father - acting like you didn't let his best friend rail you in the back of a car just a couple weeks ago. 

You didn't expect Bucky to follow you.

"What are you doing up here?" 

"I wanted a minute alone with you," He said, stepping toward you, "And I think I'm owed my prize." 

The bet. He was playing poker with your dad and their friends and you'd made a bet with him. You'd texted him that if he won, he won you. And though there was a growing pool of slick in your panties from him just standing there, you couldn't do that here - you had to be smart about whatever this was. 

You couldn't let your dad catch you.

You took a breath to steady yourself as he began to crowd you. The woodsy pine and bergamot of his cologne took over your senses, making you think of that night in his car with your back against the door. The same scents had filled the car, drowning you in him as he gave you one of the best orgasms of your life. 

His hands reached out, brushing up the skin of your arms until they rested over your collar bones. You did your best to ignore the way your body reacted to his touch so easily, the way your core clenched around nothing at just the feel of his hands on your neck. 

God you were addicted. 

"Think about where we are," You said, shifting your weight, waving your hand to the window where, if either of you were to step any closer, everyone - including your father - in the backyard would see you.

"And?" He asked, sliding his hands from your neck down to your hips, gripping your sides and trying to pull you closer. 

You did your best to hold your ground, planting your feet firmly under you. He sat on the edge of the bed when he realized you weren't giving in and looked up at you, confused. 

"Bucky," You tried to pry his hands off your hips, though all he did was tighten his hold, "Bucky we can't."

"Why not?" He tugged you again, a little rougher this time, making your feet stumble towards him as you caught yourself on his shoulders. 

"Because it's wrong," You whispered. You could feel your resolve slipping through your fingers like water. If you didn't stop this now, you weren't going to be able to later. It wasn't that you didn't want to, you just didn't want to get caught.  

He nosed at the side of your neck, under your jaw before his breath fanned against you, "That's what makes it so much better." 

You did your best to ignore the flame his teasing ignited in your core, weakly pushing his shoulders. "But not here." 

"It's okay," He said into your skin, pulling you to sit over his thigh as he pushed it up to rub against your covered clit. "I already locked the door." 

"What if they come looking for you?" You asked, biting the edge of your lip to keep the whine from escaping your throat as he rolled your hips over his thigh, the fabric of your dress sprawled over you both like a blanket. 

"I told them I was headed to bed," He said, "Remember? I'm spending the night here, too." 

How could you forget? When your father had told you about the arrangement, your brain had short circuited right there in the kitchen and it was a miracle you were able to come across as normal in your acknowledgement. You knew the two of you wouldn't be able to keep your hands to yourself, and you'd hoped that Bucky had gotten a hotel so maybe you could sneak off.

"What if he comes looking for me?" You asked, your voice thin as you whined at the pressure his thigh was giving you. 

"He won't," His teeth grazed against your collar bone as he rocked your hips over his denim covered thigh, his hands moving down to hold the backs of your legs before they moved up under the fabric of your dress, his fingers digging into your ass before they tugged on the fabric of your panties. 

"Let me have these," He muttered into your neck before pulling back to look at you. 

"We shouldn't," You weakly argued and the look in his eyes was the only warning you got. 

It was a blur when he suddenly stood, flipping you around to land on your back on the bed. 

"You made a bet with me," He spoke into your calf as he planted kisses along your leg before he grabbed you by the ankles and pulled you to the edge of the bed, "I take bets very seriously." 

He helped you sit up so he could reach around the back of your dress to unzip it, pulling it up and over your head before tossing it to the ground. He froze at the sight of you, eyes scanning over your body as he took in the matching red lingerie set that hugged you perfectly. Bucky lightly ran his hand over you, up your leg, your stomach, your chest - up to the front of your neck where he tightened his grip just under your jaw, soaking your panties even more. 

"Who were you wearing this for, hm?" He asked, lightly pushing you back down.

You wore it for him, and he knew it, he just wanted to hear you say it. But you wanted to know what would happen if you could make him a little jealous. Rile him up a little bit. "That's none of your business, Bucky." 

"It is now," He shucked off his button up shirt before undoing his belt, tossing them both to the ground before he kneeled on the bed at your feet, pushing your knees open. "Tell me." 

You swallowed at the commanding tone in his voice and you couldn't help but be glad he hadn't rid you of your panties yet so he couldn't see you clenching around nothing. You kept your lips sealed as you stared up at him through your lashes, knowing he wasn't going to let the topic go. 

"C'mon, honey," He drawled, his voice sweetening to get what he wanted from you. You let out a deep breath as you held your ground, watching the sweetness turn sickly in his eyes as he smirked at you. 

"Not gonna tell?" He asked, knowing his answer as he reached forward and gripped your thighs. "You sure about that?" 

You tipped your nose up at him, doing your best to ignore the warmth from his hands on your skin as he moved up your hips and grabbed the edges of your panties before pulling them down. He shoved your knees further apart as he got down, laying on his stomach in the little room that was left of the twin mattress. 

"Last chance, sweetheart," His husky voice sends a shiver through you as he breathes over your folds. "Or you don't get to cum. Which is a shame cause you look so good when you do." You narrowed your eyes at him, brows scrunching at his smirk. 

"You wouldn't." He didn't respond, he just continued to stare, waiting for an answer to his question. You held his gaze, testing him - daring him to follow through with it. 

Without warning, his tongue swiped out at your clit before flattening and running slow over your folds, pulling a gasp from you as you wiggled in his hold. Closing his lips around your bundle of nerves, he groaned into you, the vibrations sending a jolt through your body, a moan bubbling up through your chest that you had to bite your lips to hold in. 

"You want to test that theory?" He asked, eyeing you from his spot between your legs. You took a deep breath through your nose and pursed your lips, keeping your silence and he smirked before diving back in. 

A whine pushed past your lips as you tried to keep it together, his tongue working through your folds as if he was a starved man. The feeling of his fingers pushing through your entrance had you groaning as you threw your head back. 

It wasn't long before he had you at the edge, trying to grind down against his face or get his fingers deeper to push you over when he pulled his mouth off and removed his fingers. 

You huffed, pulling your head up and glaring at him. 

"Are you ready to tell me who you wore this for? Hm?" he asked, reaching up to tug on the bra that matched your discarded panties, trailing your arousal along your skin as he slid his hand back down your side. 

You thought about it for a second. Sure, you could tell him and get the orgasm your body was craving now, or you could hold out a little longer, making that orgasm feel ten times better once you finally got it. So, you tipped your chin up, staring at him down the slope of your nose and he smirked. 

"Have it your way," He muttered, "Let's see how long you last." 

~

"Fuck, Bucky please," You writhed under him, his arms holding your hips down so you couldn't get follow him as he pulled his mouth away again. You still hadn't told him what he wanted, and this was the fifth time he'd edged you, bringing you so close only to back up and watch as the frustration grew in your eyes. 

"Answer the question, honey," He licked a stripe up your slit, "and I'll give you whatever you want." 

"Fine," You huffed, propping yourself up on your elbows, "I wore it for you okay? I just thought we'd be able to sneak off somewhere not in the house." 

He smirked up at you again, "Well that's just too bad isn't it?" He asked, "We didn't make it very far." 

"I don't care, just please let me cum," You almost sobbed. You were fighting back frustrated tears and he cooed at you, reaching up to cup your cheek and pull on your bottom lip with his thumb. 

"Tell me what you want," He ordered, holding incredibly still as he waited. 

"Fuck me," You said probably too quickly but you didn't care, "Please, Bucky." 

He crawled his way up your body and your hands shot out to his belt, undoing it and working the zipper as fast as you could. He chuckled into your neck before helping you out, getting rid of his pants and boxers in one motion before settling in between your legs, the underside of his cock resting against your slick folds. 

"Ah, fuck," He sighed as he leaned back, gathering your slick and covering his shaft in it before lining himself up with your entrance. He pushed forward, sliding in with ease considering how worked up you were. He shuddered before grabbing your hips, pulling them up and sliding his knees under, propping you up and making his cock brush against that spongy spot.

He started rocking slowly, chuckling at your soft whine, your hands reaching for him, to try and pull him closer, to get him to go faster, something. But he caught your hands, holding them together with his left against your stomach, pushing against the slight bulge as he thrusted deep, earning a sharp gasp from you that ended in a moan. 

The sound of the back door opening cut off your moan and your eyes shot open, your head lifting off the bed.

"Bucky, wait," You choked out, trying not to let a moan slip as he kept thrusting into you, "We can't get cau - " His free hand reached forward, planting his hand over your mouth. 

"We won't," He growled down at you and you couldn't deny the flutter in your stomach the rumble of his voice caused. "As long as you stay quiet." 

He moved his fingers to prod at your lips, "Open." He demanded and you couldn't stop your jaw from moving on its own, letting his middle and ring finger push in, resting on your tongue and flooding your taste buds with your own arousal. 

You whined around his fingers as he rocked his hips into yours. He was listening to the laughter from downstairs, the clinking of glasses and beer bottles opening as he watched you. You were breathing deep through your nose, trying to hold yourself together as he still refused to stop his hips. 

"God," he whispered, "you feel so fucking good." 

After slowly dragging himself almost all the way out, he slammed into you, pressing his fingers down on your tongue as you choked back a moan. When he realized there was no squeak to your bed, he smirked down at you. That was the only warning you got before he set a brutal pace, leaning over you as his hips slammed into yours. 

You moaned around his fingers again, holding back as much as you could as he kept hitting that spot over and over. 

"Fuck, you take me so well. You were made for me, weren't you?" He asked and you nodded, humming around his fingers as he smirked down at you. He let your hands go, pushing your legs towards your chest without stopping his hips movements, the new angle making your eyes roll back. 

"Don't you dare cum yet," He growled down at you as he pressed on your tongue again. "Not until I say so." 

You did your best to nod, mumbling around his fingers as your hands reached under you to grab his thighs, raking your nails across what skin you could reach. 

"Oh look at you," He grunted, "Always so pretty when you're stuffed, aren't you?" 

All you could do was nod dumbly back, the only thing on your mind being fighting that orgasm until he gave you permission. You entirely missed the back door opening and closing again, followed by the silence downstairs and the voices outside. 

The party had moved back outside. 

You missed it, but Bucky didn't. 

Once he was sure there wasn't anyone downstairs, he pulled his fingers from your mouth, moving them to circle your clit. 

"Go on sweetheart," He moaned, "Let me hear you." 

You shook your head as you bit your lip. He chuckled at you, "Don't worry, everyone's outside." He applied more pressure with his circling fingers, "But it's only a matter of time before they come back in, so let me hear you. Cum for me, sweetheart." 

The tension in your belly snapped and your cunt clenched around him pulling a groan from his chest as he watched you throw your head back with a shout. 

"There you go," He continued with his brutal pace and you could've sworn you could feel him in your chest, each thrust forcing the air out of your lungs before you got a chance to take a breath. 

"Give me one more," He let your legs go, grabbing your hips and pulling you into him. With the angle change and the heavy hand he pressed onto your stomach, you felt yourself tumbling towards the edge again. "C'mon, give me another one." 

You shook your head, "I can't - oh fuck - "

"Yes you can, you can take it, c'mon," He grunted out, "Be a good girl and give me another one." 

Your orgasm washed over you again, white flooding your vision as your body tensed under his. One of his hands covered your mouth just in time, your scream vibrating against his palm. He slammed into you just a few more times, reveling in the feeling of your walls fluttering around him before he pulled out, finishing over your stomach. 

Your legs were like jello when he finally moved them back down to the bed before he got up and started searching the floor. He eventually showed up next to you again, gently brushing a hand across your face. 

"What do you want me to use to clean you up?" He asked, his voice soft as he caressed your skin. 

You pointed to where your towels would be and it was only a matter of seconds before he was back wiping his mess off you. He pulled the blanket out from under you, placing it over your sweat slicked body and getting dressed again. 

"I'll see you in the morning," He whispered, throwing a wink your way. 

You wanted to reach out, to grab his hand and ask him to stay. But then you remembered where you were, and who you were. 

You couldn't do that, not in your fathers house. So, as much as you hated watching him walk out your door, you didn't stop him. You listened to his footsteps as he retreated down the hall to the guest room, the door shutting, and the guest bathroom shower turning on. 

You turned over in bed, ignoring the dull ache in between your legs and the want in your chest, the want to follow him. The need to have his hands on you again even though he just left. 

You wrapped your arms around one of your pillows, pulling it to your chest as you buried your face in your sheets, trying to drown yourself in his smell before it went away. 

Your dads muffled laughter from outside made your heart sink. 

What were you going to do? 

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[saltsicklover]

Preview?

Hey friends, would anyone be interested in a preview of a Bucky Hidden Marriage AU I'm working on?

I have no idea how long it will actually turn out being, or how long it will be until I actually get to post it but I figured Id test out the waters a bit and see.

[sarahowritesostucky]

I love this idea! Steve would SO be railing against anti-homeless architecture.

The fic: Steve the scrappy young artist and activist is at it again, destroying property on Bucky's beat. BeatCop!Bucky arrests him (again) and drags his butt to jail, as per usual. They banter back and forth over their shared history of antagonism and sexual tension.

@that-punk-from-brooklyn

[queen-of-the-avengers]

Wasted Potential

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Stripper!Reader

Word Count: ~1.1k

Warnings: dirty men eyes, being embarrassed by stripping

Request by anon: Could I request bucky barnes x reader who's like angel Salvador (the girl with bug wings from xmen) just fluff maybe she's insecure about her power? :3 <3

Summary: You work as a stripper who can do so much more if you want to. You have powers that you'd love to show off but can't because you were always told to conceal them. One day, Bucky comes into your club and you don't handle it well.

Squares Filled: kink: legs (2020) for @buckybarnesbingo

Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3

x

You stare at yourself in the mirror debating whether or not you want to continue this job. It pays very well and gets you out of debt but you hate the way it makes you feel about not only yourself but about the other people you work with. There is a whole side to yourself that you have to keep hidden, and this job forces that part of yourself deep down inside of you.

You turn to examine the outfit they forced you into and notice the wings on your back. They are tattooed on for the time being but they are beautiful. Oh, how you wish to bring them out. Customers seem to love the look of them which is why you wear stuff that shows off your back. Your entire body is on display for people to look at but they always gravitate toward the wings.

“Angel, are you ready?” your manager asks.

“I guess,” you say and fix your lipstick.

“We got a large crowd today. Make me proud,” he grins.

You choose not to comment on that. You’d love nothing more than to punch him in his face and give him a taste of his medicine but you force that side of you down. You walk out of the dressing room and onto the main room where there are hundreds of hungry eyes devouring you. Thankfully, the manager of the place doesn't let the men touch you or the other girls.

The music starts playing so you begin your planned dance. You’ve got this beat down like the back of your hand at this point, but it still gets the same praise from the first time you performed it. You hook your leg over the pole in the middle of the stage and swing around it before dipping down. Whistles sound from all over the room but you focus on the bright lights to distract yourself.

You don’t like to look in the crowd because the men who watch you are predators. They think all women are beneath them and you can usually tell who has bad intentions with the way they’re looking at you. However, this time, you scan the crowd. Most of the men are wearing fake suits to look expensive while some of them are silent partners. They’re the ones who sit in the corner, drink their bottom-shelf whiskey, and just enjoy the show.

There is one person in particular that catches your eye. Someone you know and work with. That’s been your fear while working in the entertainment industry. You’ll be doing a dance seductively and end up seeing someone you know in the crowd. However, this person isn’t just a person you know… he’s your crush.

Bucky Barnes. What the hell is he doing here? You’re going to be sick. You have to remain professional and finish your dance without letting Bucky mess you up. He knew you worked as a stripper and a dancer but he never really saw you in action. He respected your privacy too much to watch you while you’re at work. However, there is a mission and he was sent to come grab you.

Even if you weren't a stripper, he still thought you were the most beautiful girl in the world. He loves the way your body is shaped and the kind of personality you have. The best part of your body is your legs. He has a weakness for women’s legs, and yours is no exception. He tries not to let his mind wander to what could happen if he allows himself to enjoy this so he quickly looks away from you to give you some sort of privacy.

As soon as your dance is done, you quickly leave the stage and go back to the dressing room. You bypass the vanity and straight to the trash can. You grab it and immediately throw up into it from nerves and shock. Your spit dissolves the bottom of the trash can so that the contents spill out of it and onto the floor.

“Shit,” you gasp and look around the room for something to clean it up.

Not only do you have magical wings you can sear onto your back like a tattoo, but you have acid saliva. Most days you can control the acidity of it but when you’re highly nervous and in a panic, you can’t control it. You can still do other things like kissing and such since you can control your acid to make it so that it’s not lethal or dangerous to humans at all.

Bucky follows you backstage and notices you in the corner trying to clean your mess. He sees the wings on your back and wishes they were out. He loves the sight of your wings. They look like an insect’s wings but you make it work. He sees your robe hanging on the coat hanger next to the door and grabs it to cover you up.

You get up and turn but jump when you see Bucky standing in the doorway. You use your hands to try and cover yourself but it’s not working.

“Oh, I didn’t see you there,” you stutter.

“Here,” he offers and wraps the robe around your body.

“Thanks,” you whisper and pull it tight against your body. “What are you doing here?”

“Steve asked me to bring you in.”

“Oh. He could have called,” you say and tuck your hair behind your ear.

“Not where he is, no. I’m sorry for barging in on you but I wouldn’t have unless it was important.”

“Right. Um, what’s the mission?”

“I’ll tell you on the way.”

“Let me get dressed.”

Bucky turns to leave the dressing room to give you some privacy but stops at the door.

“When are you going to quit your job? You didn’t look happy up there.”

“What else am I gonna do? My powers get me in trouble. Men seem to love my tattoo and my manager says I wouldn't fit in anywhere else.”

“I know this isn’t my place, and feel free to tell me to fuck off, but what he says is complete bullshit. Tony has a facility. He’ll help you control your powers. I, for one, think that your wings are better out than hidden. We’ll take care of you. I’d hate to see you waste your life away here. You’ve got a beautiful one and this place isn’t helping you.”

With that, he leaves. Your cheeks heat up and a smile works its way onto your face. Your tattoo magically comes to life and your wings manifest as real ones attached to your back. They flutter happily and you chuckle at their enthusiasm.

“Okay, calm down. Maybe he does have a point.”

Maybe Bucky has a point. You’re miserable here whether you make good money or not. It’s time to let your wings free and soar to your highest potential.

x

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Reader is mad at Steve because hes always busy with his meetings so she accidentally makes Steve jealous by hanging out with Bucky, Steve doesn’t mind though until Y/N passes out tired in Buckys arms

Never scare me like that again

18+ Minors DNI!!!

Full Masterlist Marvel Masterlist

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader

Summary: Steve’s been accidentally ignoring you

Warnings: swearing,fainting,not eating,not sleeping,bad language!!!(please tell me if I missed any!!!)

(Thank you so much for this request nonnie! I love it! I couldn’t wait to write this 🧡💛)

Steve has had so many meetings and paperwork that’s he’s been accidentally ignoring you.

You know he’s got work so you try not to get upset by it but it does hurt a little..

Like when last week you made his favourite dinner and when he got back he didn’t even eat it let alone notice,

“Steve? Are you coming to bed?” You asked when you saw him at his desk with the lamp on.

He shook his head but didn’t even look up, you sighed as you went back upstairs to bed, crying yourself to sleep.

Because of the change of Steve’s and yours time schedules, you was around Bucky a lot more often and you guys slowly became closer friends overtime, eating lunch together,training together etc.

He was so funny and sarcastic, especially when Sam was there.

“Mornin y/n…tinman” Sam teased as he walked past you both and Bucky rolled his eyes with a groan.

“Whatever birdbrain” he replied and Sam chuckled

Thats when you saw Steve, you smiled at him but he didn’t even notice you.

You bit your lip back trying to not let it get to you.

Bucky tapped you on the back, “y/n? Did you hear me?” He asked and you went wide eyed. You didn’t even notice he was talking.

“Sorry what did you say?” You said and he chuckled

“I said are you gonna be at our film night tonight?” He asked and you smiled with a nod.

“I wouldn’t miss it! I love the teams film night” you exclaimed excitedly making Bucky laugh.

Catching Steve’s attention.

Steve looked up confused, and saw you and Bucky laughing together. He noticed you two had grown closer recently, Tony cut off his thoughts

“You jealous?” He asked smirking and Steve coughed

“Jealous? No.. bucky?…No” Steve said as he looked back down at the handful of papers in his hands, his watch ticking off to remind him of his next meeting.

“Ah! I forgot!” Steve groaned as he ran to the meeting room quickly.

———

You had been feeling shit.

You hadn’t slept.

You only eat breakfast when you was with Bucky in the morning, but other than that you just trained and watched films. Not speaking to Steve for a whole week.

Bucky noticed you hadn’t eaten lunch for the past four days, he didn’t know about dinner but he guessed you didn’t eat that either.

You looked exhausted and he always noticed the tear marks next to your eyes in the morning.

He didn’t know if he should ask if you and Steve were okay or not, he didn’t want to be nosy?

But he realised he didn’t care, he was worried about you and wanted to make sure your okay.

So before movie night, he saw you was in the kitchen with Nat, getting all the food,snacks,films ready.

“Hey uh- y/n? An I talk to you alone?” Bucky asked and you paused before nodding, leaving the kitchen with him.

“Yeah what is it buck?” You asked him with a confused smile.

“Look- I uh- don’t wanna be nosy or anything? But uh- I just wanted to ask if you and Steve were okay?” He asked hesitantly as he scratched the back of his neck.

You looked awful, makeup trying to hide your eye bags and tear stains.

“What? Yes we’re- fine! I’m fine!” you replied looking away from him.

You felt a wave of sickness? Dizziness?

You sucked in a deep breath holding onto the wall.

“Y/n? I didn’t want to- are you okay?!” Bucky asked panicked as he rushed over to you. Holding you up when your body went limp, you fainted.

Everything went black.

“Nat! Steve?!” Bucky yelled as he picked you up in his arms carrying you to the sofa laying you down gently.

“What’s wrong?!” Steve rushed in the room panicked

“It’s Y/n she just fainted?” Bucky replied as he looked at you worried.

“Fuck! Get Banner!” Steve said to Bucky in a panic ad he rushed over to you and grabbed a pillow and blanket for you.

You looked drained. How didn’t he notice?

Your eyes were dark, tear marks on the ends of your eyelids, your lips were a little bloody from biting them. Which you only ever did when you was anxious.

He ran his hand through his hair worried.

“I’m so sorry” he whispered to himself but it was more to you.

He realised he hasn’t even been around you for the past two weeks.

“Steve? Where is she?” Banner asked until he saw you on the sofa, after he checked you over “she’s fine cap, she’ll wake up soon” he said and Steve nodded not taking his eyes off of you.

———

You woke up to Steve next to you, “Y/n?” He said breathlessly when he looked down at you.

“What happened?” You asked as he ran his fingers through your hair, calming you.

“You fainted baby” he said and you remembered.

“Are you okay? You looked really tired? Was you crying?” Steve asked you softly and you looked away.

“I-“

“And don’t lie to me” Steve said to you and thi sighed.

“You haven’t spoke to me for the past week! You barely even noticed me” you sighed sadly looking up to Steve and he felt like shit.

“I know and I’m sorry- I don’t mean to- I was worried- I just!” Steve ran his hand through his hair, disappointed with himself.

“Bucky told me you haven’t been eating, or sleeping- is it true?“ Steve asked you concerned and you nodded lightly as played with your hands anxiously.

“I’m sorry…I missed you so much, I thought you was gonna break up with me” you whimpered as you tried to stop your tears.

“Don’t say you’re sorry, it’s not your fault it’s mine. I’m sorry.” Steve said as he held you in his arms, rocking you both giving you an occasional kiss on the head.

“I- I’m so sorry baby, I had meetings and papers- that’s no excuse! I’m sorry baby. I promise to never do that to you again. I’m sorry for ignoring you baby..” Steve said into your ear softly and you nodded into his chest, your tears slowing.

“Oh shit- sorry-“ Bucky went wide eyed as he quickly ran out the room.

“Language!” Steve yelled as he ran away.

You and Steve laughed, “I didn’t like seeing you laugh with Bucky yesterday..I want to be the only one who makes you laugh.” Steve whined and you giggled.

“So jealous” you mumbled into his chest making him chuckle.

“Am not” he whined

“Are to” you giggled

He turns you over onto the sofa, ticking your sides making you scream a laugh.

“Stevie no!” You laughed making him grin.

He stopped when you was nearly crying if laughter as you squirmed.

“Just promise me something?” Steve asked you and you looked at him confused as you panted from laughing so hard.

“Never scare me like that again!” Steve grinned as he held your arms and gave you a deep passionate kiss, taking your breath away again.

“Wanna go watch the movie now?” Steve asked you with a smile, you gasped when you remembered it was today.

You jumped up grabbing his hand and ran to the livingroom.

“Slow down!” Steve laughed as you dragged him along.

You and Steve were cuddle up in the corner of the sofa, him stroking your hair comfortingly.

He had a plate of your favourite snacks,

He was passing them to you, making sure you eat after this past week.

He held one up to you but you didn’t take it.

“Y/n?” He whispered and when he looked down you was asleep.

Your face smushed against his chest.

He smiled giving you a little kiss on the temple, “I love you so much.” He whispered, he didn’t even watch the film, just stared down and admired you.

[allandoflimbo]

Chapter 5 of the new Take It Back confirmed for me how equally epic this will be to the first book. I picked up on a few Easter eggs if that’s okay. First I want to say again how talented to you are when it comes to story telling and creating your world and characters. I can’t imagine the planning that goes behind the scenes and I would love to one day get an insight to see how you brainstorm everything. Chapter 5 showed me something I already knew about your stories but it went even further, and it also has to do with the ask you answered earlier.

I appreciate how you don’t stick to the cliche of happy ever afters or to the simple this happened and this happened and then this and everyone left the situation doing okay. But that’s not how it works in real life is it? A husband doesn’t just cheat on his wife for the heck of it, and he doesn’t do it without feeling guilt no matter how much he loves reader. That’s not realistic. His love and hurt for Ashlyn is realistic. His fear for opening up to reader about some things is realistic. What he is feeling is realistic. Just like in real life, every story has multiple sides.

In the first Take It Back, we had a very broad view of the situation, probably the same one the reader had during the whole thing. I can’t explain it but the way it’s all intertwined and has layers, and how realistic it is, is amazing.

Bucky continues to compare himself to Steve without realizing it. Makes me wonder how that might reflect in the present because I remember when we left off in the first book, Steve was becoming friends with Ashlyn.

We also finally found out what Barnes Enterprises does and what Bucky’s profession is.

I’m also very interested to see how Nat and Steve’s story unfolds. She never told him how she felt. Why? Will she now? I also think there is more to Steve and Reader than we know, based off that therapy scene. I think Raynor makes a good point and question. I don’t think Steve acted possessive and led on by reader for no reason. I hope we get flashbacks to see what really happened.

At the end, I know Bucky and Reader are it, but I can’t help but wonder what if it happened the other way around? What if Ashlyn had never cheated? What Bucky and Reader still have been guided together by faith? What is Ashlyn and Bucky made up? What don’t we know about Ashlyn’s story? I also think she’s unforgivable but what she did, but Bucky is right. He did the same exact thing. It’s just so captivating how you write this. It’s layers and layers of information and good points.

I don’t think I’ve ever felt the need to write my own fic based off another fanficiton, but that’s what you’ve done here. You’ve created your own little fandom.

Bravo.

Wowowwow. Thank you. Truly. Hearing that I’ve input this need into my reader to create a fic based off my own fic is literally…just a dream come true and something that makes me beyond happy to hear. Like, you have no idea how much of a compliment that is. Correct. Bucky x Reader will be end game in this as usual, but you can feel free to ship whoever you want. If you do write something, please tag me so I can see it.

All the questions you asked will be addressed, and I’m so excited for you to read it. Again thank you for this review. It’s readers like you that make me want to keep doing this. Thank you!!! 🙏🏼