#Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

[marvelwitchergilmore]

Trouble

Summary: Bucky Barnes x fe!Reader -> When Bucky first meets you, he thinks you're nothing but trouble. Eventually, it becomes a nickname you answer to.

Disclaimer: fluff with steamy moments at the end, enemies-ish to lovers, hint of fake dating as Bucky is Reader's wedding date, Bucky gets a little jealous, sharing a hotel room, reader works for Shield, Sam and Maria are mentioned to be engaged, swearing. Not fully proof read.

“Hey, Trouble.” 

You gave a short sigh, but kept the smile on your face. “Morning, Buck.”

Bucky had been calling you ‘Trouble’ since the first day he met you. Granted, having first met you, he thought you were trouble. You’d been inside a building they were surveying and he mistook you for one of the gang members he and Sam had been watching for the last three months. You’d given them the slip that evening, only to turn up in their Monday morning meeting. 

Hill had hired you. 

“Hill, she’s nothing but trouble. We caught her-”

“I know you did.”

Sam looked at his fiance. “And you’re still gonna hire her?”

Maria nodded with her arms folded across her chest. In honesty, it was more like a shrug before she turned to you. You’d been far too relaxed in your seat since Bucky had walked inside. Just another indicator that you were trouble. And you were smiling. Smirking? 

Maybe a bit of both. 

“I was a Fed.”

“You’re a Fed?”

You shook your head. “Was. Was a Fed.”

Maria continued for you. “She graduated first in her class in everything. Field work and academics, alike. Y/n has been on our radar for a while.”

Because you were trouble.

Bucky felt Sam nudge him. “Subtitles, Buck. You might not be saying anything but we can see it on your face. I can see it on your face.” 

Bucky just scowled more. Sam rolled his eyes. 

“Credentials like hers don’t come across my desk too often these days. I wanted to see if she was the real deal so I sent her to tail you two.”

Both men did a double take of Maria and yourself. “Us?!”

You laughed a little at their surprise. “Yes, you. You know, for two of the world's best Avengers you are both terrible at being secretive. In the space of three days I’ve managed to find out your routines.”

“Three-” Sam’s words spat from his mouth. “Three days?! You’ve had her following us for three days?”

Maria shrugged, again. “Told you training was coming soon. Gotta find a way to keep you both of your toes.”

It was then Sam’s turn to scowl. He understood why, but that didn’t make it any less frustrating. Three days? He and Buck had been followed for three days by-by-by a, a what, a teeneger?

It was only when you replied, “I’m in my 20s.”, did Sam realise he’d said his question out loud. 

“You’re a fetus.” Bucky said before looking at you. Biologically, he might be in his 30s. But his birthday was over a hundred years ago. 

You just smiled at him. 

“Y/n’s gonna be joining your team.” 

“What?” Bucky asked, almost giving himself whiplash as he turned back to Maria. 

“Relax, Sergeant Barnes.” He looked back at you. “I’ll mostly be working alongside Captain Torres. As fun as field work can be, I’m a lot more useful to both of you behind a monitor. So, if you ever need anything hacking. Government secrets? Secret chambers? That dating profile Sam set up in your honour?” 

Nearly giving himself whiplash again, Bucky looked at Sam. And, as guiltless as he tried to look, he failed. He’d set him a dating profile up? When?!

“You just let me know,” you smiled.  “Am I free to go, Director?”

Maria nodded. “Bishop agreed to meet you outside your apartment to help you get settled in.”

You nodded with a smile. “Thank you.” Then you turned back to your new teammates. “See you boys on Wednesday.”

That had been almost three years ago. It had taken all of twenty minutes for Bucky to adopt your new nickname. Trouble. In the beginning, it had been because he thought that’s what you were; trouble. Bad news. But, after a while, you started to wear him down. 

It had taken a week for Sam to get used to you, and less than five minutes for Torres. He liked the way you kept “the grump” as you called him, on his toes. 

Eventually the nickname of Trouble moved away from hatred to a little more affectionate. It did take you entering field duty again without letting anyone know, saving both Bucky and Sam’s lives when they got cornered in a run down mansion out in the middle of nowhere. 

But never once had you forced a smile at the nickname. So, when you said “Morning, Buck.”, Bucky stopped in his tracks. He looked up from his clipboard, silently watching you for a moment. 

Even if your entire body wasn’t dripping with sweat as you continued to pummel the swinging punching bag in front of you, and even if your hair hadn’t been frizzing out from your rough ponytail as the back of your head; Bucky still would have known you were stressed. 

You never forced a smile around him. You’d been exasperated, tired, exhausted, angry, kind, loveable, happy, joyful, excited and every other emotion around him. But never once had you faked a smile around him. 

Around others? Sure. That was how he knew this one was fake. 

“Hold your horses.” Bucky said as he walked closer to you. 

You sighed, pulling your punches from the bag before finally standing still. 

“What’s up?”

“Nothing-” You started, shaking your head. But he wasn’t biting. 

“No, not nothing. What’s going on? You’re glaring at the bag like it owes you six months rent. What’s going on?”

You sighed, completely exhausted. “Nothing, Buck. It’s fine. I swear.”

“Trouble?”

You looked at Bucky. 

For as long as you’d been alive, you’d been able to read people. Their inner thoughts, their deepest feelings. But nobody had ever been able to read you. 

Until Bucky. 

Sam tried his best, as did Torres. And, credit where credit is due, they did well. But that was only when you weren’t trying to hide it. A long day at work? A show ending the way you didn’t want it to? 

But days like this? 

You’d gone all week without letting people see. And you knew they couldn’t see. But Bucky? It was like he could see right into your soul. 

And it scared the crap outta you. 

“Bucky…” Your voice was soft, pleading for him not to dig. 

It took all of thirty seconds for him to look away from you, looking at the ceiling with a short sigh. “Alright, come on.”

Taking you by the shoulder, he stepped you away from the punching bag and hooked the clipboard under his arm before taking your wrapped hands into his. Then he started to unravel the bandages. He could already see the small bruises on your knuckles. 

“You’re gonna need to ice them.” 

He said nothing else as he unravelled your hands. Then, he took hold of one. He dropped the clipboard on the bench as he walked you both over to your gym bag before dropping your wraps into it. 

“Bucky-”

“Come with me.”

“Buck- Bucky.” You looked around you, confused as to why he was dragging you out of the gym. “James!”

He pulled you beside him before pressing a gentle hand on your lower back. 

“This feels like ‘The Quiet Man’. Where the hell are we going?”

“I’m getting you out of the compound.”

You almost started jogging beside him. “Okay, I get you’ve been trying to fire me since day one but you don’t actually have that authority.”

Well, at least you were still joking with him. Even if he had tried in the early stages, he hadn’t tried to get you fired in over two years. 

Eventually you stopped arguing, simply sighing and saying, “Fuck it.”

Whether he was gonna try and fire you, kidnap you or drag you to a church in Ireland to get married; it was better than staying in the compound, throwing punches hard enough to break the bag for a second time. 

Two hours later, Bucky’s motorbike was parked up in the dirt road behind you both as you sat beside each other, your legs hanging over the edge of the grassy hill. 

“Feeling better?” Bucky asked as you were half way through your food. 

You nodded, a lot calmer than you were back at the compound. 

“Thank you.”

“Don’t mention it.”

Then after a beat, he spoke up again. 

“You wanna talk about it?”

You shrugged. “Not much to say.”

“I think the punching bag might disagree.”

Bucky watched as a smile flexed subtly on your face. But after a split second, it disappeared. Your shoulders, somehow, dropped lower and you shook your head. 

“I wouldn’t even know where to begin.”

“Then start at the beginning.”

“I’m starting to regret showing you the movies you missed.” 

Bucky chuckled to himself quietly. Since you had become friends…kinda…you’d taken it upon yourself. Or rather, you and Joaquin, had taken it upon yourselves, with Sam’s help, to bring Bucky up to speed on everything he’d missed since being in the ice. 

It was on the nights when it was just you and him; maybe Sam was called away by his sister or his fiance, or Joaquin went to see his family. It was on those nights where you’d show Bucky the true classics. The ones he would have secretly loved if he’d gotten a chance to see them when they first got released. 

They were some of his favourite memories with you. 

Taking in a breath, you tried to work out in your head where the beginning was. 

“Work’s kinda taking its toll on me.” Finally admitting that outloud felt a lot easier than you’d thought it would. Bucky seemed to always have that effect on you. He made things easier. “I, uh, I’ve been asked to guest lecture at my old Training Academy and they keep trying to make me agree to a full time contract. The students apparently have learnt a lot and it makes their attendance records look better than they have done in years. Though, I’m pretty sure they only attended the lecture in the hopes that Joaquin would turn up again.”

Bucky just sat and listened to you as you looked out to the rest of the city. 

“I enjoy doing them, and I know the students like asking questions some of the teachers won’t answer directly. But between the missions, and the intel gathering. That’s taking me a lot longer than it used to, by the way and I hate it. I used to be able to crack open almost anything. But since tech development or whatever…criminals are a lot smarter than they used to be when it comes to their encryption.”

You took a few more breaths before continuing. 

“My family has been calling more and more recently, too. Don’t get me wrong. I-I love em’. But…” You let out a long breath. “It’s everyday. They’re asking for new information and I don’t have it. I’ve had a good day – that’s all I can say. I’m not dead. I spend my day going over lines and lines of data. What the fuck am I meant to say? And then I got an invite through my door last week inviting me to my cousin’s wedding and the phone calls from home have basically tripled. I’ve had to switch my answering machine off. They were filling it; have you got the invite yet? When are you gonna reply? You’re gonna be sitting next to your aunt from your dad’s side, you know I can’t stand that woman. Have you got your dress yet? Your dress is important, you need to look your best for the photos, Grandma will want ten copies, have you got a date yet? Do you need a date? Do you want me to ask your cousin if she has any single friends? Or maybe her fiance knows somebody? You can’t come to a wedding alone. Or maybe it’s best, that way we can help you find someone-”

Bucky laid a gentle hand on your shoulder. “Hey, hey, okay. Okay, breathe. Deep breaths.”

You took some more deep breaths. 

“It’s a never ending cycle, Buck. I-I go from one extreme to the other and…and I don’t know what I’m meant to do. I love my family, but right now I can’t think of anything worse than flying home and seeing them right now. And, as much as I love my work, I’d rather wait before I see another line of data.”

Bucky didn’t say anything for a while. He just studied you. The way your shoulders fell, the way your true feelings and pure exhaustion took over your expression, the way your voice dropped from the hurried pace from earlier. 

“You’re burning yourself out.”

Now, you finally looked at him. 

“You need to take a break. Call Hill in the morning and tell her you’re taking two weeks. If you don’t, I’ll do it for you.” 

“But we’ve got-”

“The next mission won’t happen until next month. But you need a break. Y/n. And as for your family, what if I went with you?”

“What?”

“Take me as your date.”

A small laugh escaped you. “Bucky, you don’t-”

“What?” He leaned back, his expression teasing. “Too handsome?”

“It’s not that-”

“Too old?” Bucky gave a short gasp. “I gotta tell ya, that’s ageist.”

You laughed. “No, it’s not that. It’s just…you don’t have to do that for me.”

“Why not? You’re my friend.”

“Oh, we’re friends now?”

Bucky shrugged. “I won’t tell, if you don’t.”

You smiled, softly. 

“Come on, what could go wrong?”

You nodded, slowly. “My family will meet you and never want to let you go, that’s what.”

Bucky just shrugged again. “Can’t help it. Mom’s love me.”

“Bucky, I can’t ask you to do that.”

“You’re not asking. I’m offering. And I’m telling you to take the offer.”

You remained silent as you kept your eyes on him. Bucky watched as you bit your bottom lip pensively, like you were running through every worse case scenario before getting to the good ones. 

“Come on,” he whispered. “What’s the worst that could happen?”

Finally, you agreed. “Okay.”

For the next two weeks, you spent most of your time relaxing, completing the jobs in your apartment you’d ignored over time and dress shopping for the wedding that would be taking place in two months time. 

By the time you got back to work, things felt less like a tsunami being thrown over you and after the mission, a wedding with your family didn’t seem too terrible. 

“Do I have to wear a bow-tie?” Bucky called out from the hotel room as you remained in the bathroom, fixing your make-up. 

You’d left him twenty minutes ago to get dressed. 

“According to the invite, it’s compulsory.” 

You heard Bucky groan a little before swearing at what you gathered was either himself, the invite or the bow-tie. 

“Why couldn’t it be a normal tie?”

“Because my cousin loves the idea of Old Hollywood.”

“Technically, when I went into the ice it was just known as Hollywood. And we wore ties.”

You chuckled, putting your lipstick brush down before quickly blotting your lips twice. Throwing the tissue into the bin by the door, you walked out of the bathroom, around and around the corner and back into your shared hotel room. 

“Parts of culture have been lost to time sadly, so bow-ties it is,” you said as you came into view. “Come here. I’ll do it.”

Bucky had caught a glimpse of you in the mirror, but seeing the real you. Not the reflected version…that was something else entirely. The colour complimented you in a way he’d never seen before, and the way it hugged and draped on your body was making his mind think things that he shouldn’t be thinking about his friend and co-worker. 

You were stunningly gorgeous. 

As you stood in front of him, so close that if he leaned forward just a touch, he could press his lips to yours,  his senses becoming filled with you and his hands itched to touch you. To hold you by your waist or your hips, just to keep you standing so close to him. 

“There.” You leaned back a little before looking at him with that smile that, as much as he didn’t want to admit it, had made him weak at the knees since the first day he’d met you. 

With your hands braced on his shoulders, you turned him around to face the mirror. “You look handsome.”

It wasn’t a genuine compliment covered up by a joke. You weren’t teasing him. 

You were being genuinely honest. 

And you tried to ignore the way he looked at you and the feelings it gave you in your chest, but meeting his eyes in the mirror only seemed to make that feeling grow. 

You hadn’t missed the way Bucky had stopped as you entered the room and how it took him a moment before his body kicked back into gear in order to stand in front of you. But you tried to ignore what you were feeling at seeing him dressed the way he was. 

Often he was in henley t-shirts and jeans when he wasn’t in his field uniform. So, seeing him all clean cut and in a tux was making you feel things. Since the henley’s were almost every day, you’d been able to, over the years, make yourself slightly immune to the feelings they gave you. 

But you’d never seen him in a tux. 

Even if you didn’t know he’d been in his 20s in the forties, seeing him dressed like this would have given you the feeling that he definitely had been in a past life. 

“We better go before we’re late.”

Bucky tried to find comprehensible words to say. The best he could come up with was, “Yeah.”

It wasn’t until the reception that he would finally be able to tell you how beautiful he found you. 

The wedding had been beautiful, every corner of the wedding venue being draped in silk. The dinner had gone off without a hitch. You and Bucky were seated together and despite the judgy comments from your aunt, Bucky held your hand throughout the entire thing, answering each question your aunt threw at him. 

And by the time people were invited onto the dance floor after the bride and groom, your aunt, happy with your choice of a date, nudged him to ask you to do as much. 

All he did was hold out his hand and looking from him, to the dance floor and back again, you took his hand. 

“I, uh, I don’t-” 

Bucky said nothing. With a light smirk on his face, he did what he’d wanted to do all night. Well, one of the things. 

Stepping into you, his hand firmly on your waist, he gently threw one of your hands to his shoulder before holding your other one firmly in his. 

“Okay.” Bucky heard you say quietly. 

His light smirk formed a small smile. “I might not know how to tie a bow-tie, but I do know how to dance.”

You nodded. “That. Is. Clear.”

You felt a little awkward, trying to keep your head away from the thoughts it was spilling into. 

Bucky chuckled and you felt his gravelly breath by the shell of your ear. “Just trust me, doll. I promise I won’t let you fall.”

You did, eventually, manage to relax a little as the song bled on. And, just as it started to feel easy and natural to be held by him in this way, his words sent both your head and your heart into a spin. 

“You’re gorgeous, by the way.” You leaned your head back a little to look at him. Was he fucking with you? “Stunning.”

You were thankful the lights were dimmer than they had been at dinner. It gave you at least a little cover for the heat that overtook your cheeks. 

“Thank you.”

Nothing else was said after that. You couldn’t keep looking at him, in fear that if you looked at him for too long, he’d be able to see right through you. 

So, with your temple resting against his, you let him lead you in a slow dance along with the rest of the couples. 

A little ways through the dance, you felt Bucky’s hand on your waist dip a little lower and onto your hip before moving to your back where you could feel his fingers softly trailing up and down your back against your dress. 

You felt yourself shiver at his touch. 

Bucky smirked a little by the shell of your ear. “Cold?”

When you spoke, your voice felt a little strangled to your ears. “No.”

You heard a small hum from his chest before he pulled you closer, or maybe you stepped closer to him, and his fingers softly continued to trail up and down. 

A few songs later, both you and Bucky sitting at a new table that your mother had dragged you to, you were asked to dance with someone your uncle had dragged over to meet you. And throughout your entire dance with the new guy, you just wished you were back in Bucky’s arms. 

However, as you danced, you failed to notice the way he was looking at you. But your cousin hadn’t. When Bucky’s eyes fell on you, he had a mixed look in them. Complete adoration and love, and that he could eat you alive. But when his eyes fell on the guy you were slightly awkwardly dancing with, a darker look took over. 

Jealousy. 

You’d told her that you’d be bringing a date, and from what your family had told her, your date was just a friend. But having watched both of you dance, and the way Bucky was looking at you…you certainly were not ‘just’ friends. 

And even if you were, it wouldn’t be for long. 

Then Bucky stood, carefully making his way over to you. And the look in your eyes when you spotted him making his way over…

Your cousin was certain the next wedding she would be attending would be yours.

“Mind me cutting in?”

The guy shook his head and stepped back, saying quiet words of kindness to you. But once you found yourself in Bucky’s arms, you felt yourself melt. 

“Thank you.”

“You looked like you had a stone in your shoes, trying to dance with him.”

“That’s kinda what it felt like. Glad to know I’ve got acting skills to fall back on if I ever want to quit. Or if you get me fired.”

“I’ll only get you fired if you start causing trouble, Trouble.”

A light smile appeared on your lips for a few seconds before you disappeared into his shoulder to hide your face from him. 

Two more dances and a conversation split between three different groups later, you were ready to go home. You said goodbye to your cousin, both you and Bucky complimenting her and the wedding before taking your leave. 

By the time you got back to the hotel, taking your heels off in the lobby, thankful to feel the cold marble floor beneath your feet, the clock was starting to reach midnight. 

Bucky took your hand in his, leading you to the elevator. And where you both could have stood opposite each other, without thinking, he pulled you into his side. Both of you stood in the centre of the elevator, Bucky leaned over and pressed the button to your floor. 

In the silence, Bucky watching the numbers climb higher and higher, you took time to look at him. The shape of him, his jawline. He’d taken his jacket off and given it to you on the walk inside to the hotel. The bow-tie was now loose and around his neck. 

“You’re staring.”

For the first time that night, you didn’t look away from him. 

“Can’t help it.”

Bucky looked back at you just before the doors to the elevator rang open. There was a soft smirk resting on his lips. 

“Come on, Trouble.”

Leading you out of the elevator, you pulled the hotel room key from your purse before sliding it into the door. With a beep, the latch unlocked itself and you pushed the handle down and Bucky helped you push the door open. 

The entire room was quiet. The moonlight floated behind the soft curtains, lighting up a few spaces on the carpet. The room remained quiet as you and Bucky walked around before he opened up the two dividing doors that led to his bedroom. 

Looking over your shoulder, you watched the muscles in his back tense as he opened the two doors and walked inside. And, despite wishing to stay and watch the show of Bucky getting undressed, you moved towards your bathroom. Zipping down the side panel zip, you let the gown fall to the floor before you pulled the clean pajamas you’d left on the counter over your head and up your legs. 

Despite the hour, you and Bucky stayed up a little longer to talk. He was back in a henley shirt and some long plaid pajama bottoms. 

The same ones you’d bought him when you’d been his Secret Santa two years ago. 

Your make-up had long been washed away and you and Bucky spent at least forty minutes gossiping about what the third cousin on your mom’s side had been wearing in replace of a hat. 

Then you had to say your goodnights. 

Only, as he closed the dividing door behind him, you felt like something was missing. You wanted him to stay. You wanted to keep talking to him. You wanted him…you wanted him to touch you the same way he had done on the dance floor, his voice gravelly by your ear, sending goosebumps across your body in a way nobody had ever done before. 

Little did you know, Bucky wanted the same. 

He could hear your footsteps on the carpet behind the door. The soft light from the lamp in your room shone under the door and he could see your shadow walking back and forth. Each time you walked back to the door, so did he. Only to then see it walk away, so he did the same. 

For the fifth time, you walked back towards Bucky’s door. Except, before you could walk back across the rest of your room, the door opened. 

And there he was. In the glow of moonlight from his own room, barely six feet from you. Neither of you said anything for a few moments, just letting the silent conversation pass between you. 

“I don’t want tonight to end.”

The words slipped from your mouth before you could stop them, or reword them. But you didn’t need to. If anyone understood you, it was Bucky. 

You didn’t know who moved first, but barely a second later, Bucky’s hands were pushing through your hair, pulling you closer as his lips crashed against yours. Throwing your arms over his shoulders, you pulled him closer before fisting his t-shirt. 

A moan vibrated from his chest as you pulled him closer, letting his kiss deepen. His finger ran through the lengths of your hair, gently pulling. 

As his steps carried him forward, yours carried you back until eventually he spun you, lifting you into his arms. Feeling your back secure against the wall, his hands supporting you, your body rocked against his hips as he leaned forward, driving your own further into the wall. 

You moaned a little as his tongue slipped past your lips and his fingers squeezed at your flesh. 

By the time you both woke up in the morning, breakfast had long been over, the sheets would be a completely tangled mess. And yourself and Bucky would be in a similar position; limbs tangled with one another's, heartbeats steady enough it could be mistaken for one, and the feeling of his fingers trailing up and down your spine. 

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That Face

Summary: You get drunk and tell Bucky exactly what you want to do to that face.

Pairing: Beefy Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word count: 1.9 K

A/N: You can read this as a companion piece to Red Wings.

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. SMUT! Read at your own risk; curate your own experience. More angst on the part of the reader. Sweet Bucky fluff. Jealousy, excessive drinking, intoxication, drunken confessions, face riding, fingering, extreme oral sex (f receiving) anal play, praise kink, allusion to anal sex. Not Beta’d. All errors my own. 

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Bucky was holding you close to him, and it should have been romantic, but it wasn’t.

You were shit faced, and practically falling down with every step.

“Careful Doll, I’m gonna have to carry you home.”

After just six months of dating, you’d moved in with him, your relationship barreling along with breakneck speed, but who wouldn’t fall in love with Bucky?

Who wasn’t still in love with Bucky?

You stopped in the middle of the sidewalk, half a block from your brownstone.

“That sounds hot, Bucky, but I’m pissed…”

“Yeah, I know…”

“No, I’m mad.”

You stomped your foot and wobbled, until Bucky’s hands steadied you again. Bucky bent down and looked you in the eyes.

“You good, Doll?”

His sky blue eyes looked sincere, but jealousy and alcohol wouldn’t let you accept that.

“No! This was supposed to be our night to fuck and have a romantic dinner. You’ve been gone for three weeks. Three weeks, James!”

Bucky looked contrite, but then again there were four of him weaving in front of you right now, so you couldn’t be sure.

“Sorry, Baby. Didn’t know the guys would be in town. It’s my crew.”

“I can take your army buddies, but her. She’s a bitch!”

“Wow. Whoa whoa whoa. You know I don’t like anyone calling women bitches. Even you.”

Bucky straightened up and the stern look he gave you sent a thrill through you, but you weren’t done.

“She still wants you, Bucky. Sharon is a slut. And you always say you love when I’m a slut for your cock.”

Bucky looked around as you started crying and people walking by avoided the scene.

“I don’t want Sharon, Doll. I want you.”

Bucky looked down at you, eyes sparkling with amusement at your jealousy. Even his voice was smiling. It made you madder and you stumbled as you advanced on him, bucking up to the man who was a foot taller than you.

“Look at that fucking face.”

You reached up and took his chin between your fingers.

“No one gets to ride this dimple but me!”

This time Bucky didn’t care about who heard, you’d peaked his interest. His eyebrow shot up.

Even though drunk, you read his expression.

“Yep!”

You nodded and it threw you off balance, but luckily Bucky was there.

“Betcha didn’t know that I touch myself to the memories of the feeling of that chin between my legs. Did it the entire time you were gone. That cock is something else Bucky, but that face. I just want to ride it into the sunset….”

This was new information to Bucky. You seemed to love when he ate you out, but you were always hesitant to ride his face. He licked his lips as he thought of you pleasuring yourself to the thought of his face.

Then he grinned.

You read him again.

“Oh no! No no no. You think you got me. But you said you were mine…”

Bucky leaned down to kiss your forehead.

“I am yours, Doll.”

“So she can’t ride your face?”

Bucky slowly shook his head.

“No, only you.”

You sighed and sagged into his arm.

“Good, because I-“

And that was the last thing you remembered from that night.

You woke up the next morning, head pounding. You looked around, grateful to be in your bed. And grateful for your boyfriend, who’d left a bottle of water and some aspirin on the bedside table.

You could hear Bucky puttering around in the kitchen but you weren’t quite ready to eat.

You eagerly took the pills and drank the bottle down. Then, you turned on the shower as you brushed your teeth.

You reflected on the gathering at The Howling Commando, the neighborhood bar so familiar to you as you met Bucky’s friends. Which included Sharon Carter.

Bucky’s ex.

“Bucky’s just being nice, y’know?”

Steve tried to reassure you as she and Bucky caught up in the corner. You nodded back at Steve, but when Bucky smiled at Sharon was when you ordered your first shot of Jameson’s.

You showered as you tried to remember the rest of the night. But all you could remember was Bucky’s sweet face. You wrapped up in a towel and sat on the bed as you thought of how sweet Bucky was. He was so cute. That face.

That face.

“Shit!”

Your head fell into your hands as you remembered what happened the night before.

“What’s wrong, Doll?”

You looked up and your heart dropped.

Bucky was clad in only sleep pants and you could tell that there was nothing underneath.

You licked your lips, not bothering to hide your stare. Bucky came and sat down on the bed.

“See something you like, Doll?”

“Morning.”

“G’morning Sunshine..”

Bucky leaned down and kissed you on the cheek, chaste, despite the look in his eye. Your eyes fell to his lips. And lower.

Bucky licked his lips and rubbed his chin.

“You didn’t answer my question, Doll.”

Bucky’s mouth was an inch from yours. He reached for your towel and hooked his finger at the makeshift knot, causing his fingernail to brush your nipple.

“Don’t tease me Bucky…”

“I should say the same to you, Doll. You told me all the things you wanted to do to my face and then passed out.”

“James! I was drunk!”

“They say we are the most honest when we’re drunk.”

Bucky kissed you and then looked into your eyes.

“D’you believe that I don’t care about Sharon?”

You liked into his true blue eyes and you knew he wasn’t lying.

“I believe you. I love you, Bucky.”

“I love you too, Doll.”

You reached up and caressed his lips and chin.

“Gotta admit. This face is pretty irresistible.”

Bucky grinned and you leaned in for a kiss and climbed on his lap, grinding as he took your towel off.

“Been so long, Bucky.”

Bucky’s hands caressed you as he leaned back and let you have your way.

You made your way down his body, reacquainting yourself with his form with your lips, tongue, and fingers. He lifted his hips as you pulled down his pajama pants, lightly scratching his thighs on the way down.

“God I missed you so much, Doll. Spent all last night just waiting until we could get home. Wanted to lose myself in you.”

You had Bucky in your hand, sitting on his legs as you stroked his half-hard cock to full life.

“M’sorry Babe. How can I make it up to you?”

You looked up at him, ready to suck his soul out.

“Come up here and ride this irresistible face.”

You gasped as Bucky pulled you up his body until you were kneeling over him.

“There she is.”

Bucky’s fingers helped to separate your lips as he breathed hot breath into your cunt.

“So fucking wet for me.”

And then he went to work on licking into your tangy goodness.

“So good. Such a good girl for me. Such a good pussy.”

Bucky sat you down and suckled your clit, pulling on it like it was gum, stretching it and your soul out for the world (inside your bedroom) to see. He was kneading your breasts and pulling your nipples, serving to make you wetter and him messier.

But it was only just beginning as you started gyrating on his chin.

Bucky smacked your ass and pushed you over on your hands and knees again.

“That’s a girl. Bounce on my tongue.”

You did as you were told, feeling Bucky’s chin in your vagina each time you bounced on his tongue.

“Smear that shit all over my fuckin face Doll. You know you want to.”

Bucky took your ass in his hands and then started moving you back and forth on his face. You were overwhelmed with numerous sensations as his lips, tongue and chin, covered with short facial hair, destroyed your soul.

“Now sit up and fuck this face, Doll. Please. ”

You peered down at his bright blue eyes as his fingertips grazed your stomach. You obeyed him as you pulled his hair and took your throne, his thick, wide tongue spearing into you as you fucked his face.

His chin was now grazing your puckered hole, and you moaned as the scruffy dimpled part of him made you tremble.

“J-James…”

Bucky spread your cheeks and moved his tongue so that it could invade your inmost parts. He licked you from ass to clit and your legs started trembling.

You leaned back over and bounced in his tongue again, holding your breasts with one hand as you braced against the wall with the other.

Bucky’s hand snaked around to flick your clit as you gasped and fully sat on his face as his tongue speared into you, twisting and curling, not as all consuming as his cock, but reaching that special spot inside you nonetheless.

You gasped and sat back, hand on his sternum as you rolled your hips into his face.

“Oh. Ohhhh, oh Jamesssss.”

You whimpered, and your crying-like noises as you moved told him how it felt.

“So… fuck it feels so good…

You were grabbing his hair as he craned his neck upward to look at you.

Bucky growled into your cunt then lifted you upright again, his thumb slipping into your ass. This caused a gush of your fluids into his mouth and he started moaning.

“Mmmmmm. Mmhmmmm!”

“Oahhhh oh ahhh.”

Bucky was still breaching your ass as his tongue sped up impossibly and his lips suckled your clit intermittently.

“More… please!”

You were seeing stars as you reached back and pushed Bucky’s thumb in to the hilt.

Bucky moaned as you started bouncing again. His hand was fucking your ass as you rode his face.

“Please please please…”

“Hmmph… yesssss.”

Bucky spoke into your cunt as you started to reach your crescendo. He could taste your orgasm coming before it happened. Everything sped up.

“Oh! Oh! Oh!”

“Ummmmmm!”

Bucky was in heaven as you continued to gush into his mouth.

You came with a scream as Bucky lapped you all up.

“Unnnnh!”

Bucky pulsed precum on his stomach as you came on his face.

“Unh ahhhh.

“So pretty, Doll. Stay right here.”

Bucky kissed your lips as you quivered in front of him.

“Want this ass. Gonna give it to me?”

“Bucky…”

“She’s ready for me now.”

Bucky’s finger found that hole again.

“Gonna make you feel real good.”

You whimpered as Bucky spit on his fingers and manipulated two of them inside you.

He gave your clit a peck with his lips and you jumped.

“Nice and loose for me.”

You looked down on him adoringly and carded your fingers through his hair, scratching his scalp. He moaned.

“Please Doll. But only if you want that too. I need you. You’re my best girl. My good girl.”

You looked back, his cock jumping on his abs, sticky with his pre cum. You shuddered at his praise and at the thought of him inside that hole. But as Bucky probed and kissed you further, you knew you wanted it.

You didn’t need to look back down to know that Bucky was buried in your cunt again, bringing you to another peak. Instead, your head lolled back on your shoulders as you rode Bucky’s mouth again.

“Anything! Anything you want, Bucky…I want it too! Ah…”

You just couldn’t resist that face.

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Hiiiii 😍 can I pretty please ask for an imagine where Bucky and you are a couple and you're there with him in Wakanda when he is freed from the word controlling him. Like the heartbreaking scene around the fire, where he knows he's free, and you are there for him and he's holding you close like he would fall apart without you. Then later in his hut it's all fluffy maybe a bit smutty, but only if you want. Thank youuuu !

Title:  Freed

Pairing: Wakanda!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Summary:  After years of torment, Bucky is finally free from the words that once controlled him. You’re by his side when it happens.

Word Count:  2k

Warnings: /Explicit Content / 18+, Minors DNI, Established relationship, Emotional hurt/comfort, canon-level trauma, soft/romantic smut, post-deprogramming intimacy, light angst with a healing ending, one-arm Bucky (but Vibranium shoulder)  unprotected sex, slow burn tenderness, praise, body worship, crying during sex, firelight sex, fluff A/N:  Thank you for this request, but want to take this chance to recommend @angelremnants series HEAT WAVES Part One (There are three parts) which explores Bucky's recovery in Wakanda. ALSO I’m so hoping I got the trigger words right.. google translate is a bit iffy sometimes) The fire crackled softly under the Wakandan sky, casting flickering gold across Bucky’s face, making the lines of pain and exhaustion etched into his features all the more visible. You watched him from a few feet away, your heart in your throat, barely daring to breathe. Ayo stood across from him, on the other side of the fire, quiet and focused, her voice calm and unwavering as she said the word that once meant devastation.

"Zhelaniye. Rzhaviy."

He flinched.

Your breath caught painfully in your chest.

"Semyadca"

He shuddered, his shoulders jerking like the word had pierced straight through bone.

"It's not going to work."

His voice cracked with quiet despair, thick and raw with fear, barely above a whisper, as if speaking the words too loudly might make them real. His eyes stayed locked on the fire, unblinking, like it held the answer to his freedom- or the confirmation of his doom. The flames reflected in the blue of his eyes, dancing like ghosts of the past he couldn't escape.

His jaw trembled, the muscle there feathering with the effort to stay composed. His shoulders were rigid, locked in place as though even the smallest movement might shatter him. You saw the tear before it fell, clinging stubbornly to his lower lashes, glistening in the firelight. A single bead of grief, of fear, of decades of pain refusing to be contained any longer.

You ached for him to look at you instead, to see your face, to feel your presence- to remember that he wasn’t alone in this, that he never had to face it alone again. But he couldn’t. Not yet. He was caught in it, drowning in the weight of what might come next, and all you could do was be near enough to catch him when he fell.

"Rassvet. Pech."

Tears welled in your eyes. You hated those words. Hated the way they twisted into him like claws. But he wasn’t breaking- not this time. His lips were trembling, jaw clenched like he was holding the whole damn world together.

"Devyat. Dobroserdechnyy. "

His breathing got rough, chest rising and falling like he’d run miles- but this was no physical exertion. He was fighting ghosts, memories clawing their way through the cracks in his mind, each word like a trigger detonating deep within his soul. His hands were fists at his sides, not from rage, but desperation- as if gripping reality with all he had left. You could see the tension in his neck, how close he was to shattering. His eyes were filling with water, not just from pain, but from the unbearable weight of trying- fighting a battle no one else could see, but you felt every ounce of it with him. 

"Vozvrashcheniye na rodinu. Odin."

One last time. You watched his face.

"Tovarnyy vagon."

And then- nothing.

Silence, except for the fire.

The world seemed to hold its breath. Even the wind stilled, as if it too was waiting to see what came next. You felt your heart pounding in your chest, echoing in your ears as your gaze never left him.

You stepped closer as Ayo said softly, "You are free."

Bucky didn’t move for a second. The words hung in the air between you, too powerful to fully believe. A single tear slipped down his cheek, catching in the firelight like a falling star. His chest heaved with a shaky breath. Then his eyes- wide, almost wild- snapped to yours. And you saw it. That tiny glimmer of disbelief. Of hope. Of something long buried beginning to rise.

He was free.

You crossed the space in an instant, barely aware of your feet hitting the earth.

His arms were around you before you could even speak. He buried his face in your shoulder, his body trembling with the aftershocks of a battle no one else could see. He clutched you like a man who’d been drowning and finally found air, fingers digging into your back like he was afraid you’d vanish if he let go. His breath hitched in your ear, uneven and broken and real.

"I thought it would never stop," he whispered, voice breaking like a dam under pressure. "I thought I’d always be... that thing. A weapon. A monster." His hands tightened in the fabric of your clothes, as if anchoring himself to something real, something good. "I didn’t think I’d ever come back from it."

You held him tighter, your arms circling him like a shield, running your fingers through his tangled hair, your lips brushing against his temple with reverence. "You were never just that. You were always more. But now? You're free, baby. You’re finally free." You felt his breath stutter against your neck, and your own eyes burned with unshed tears.

He pulled back just enough to look at you, his expression cracked wide open, vulnerable and bare. His eyes were glassy, red-rimmed, but soft, so full of aching. "Don’t let go of me." His voice was small, almost childlike.

"Never," you whispered fiercely, your forehead resting against his. "Not now. Not ever."

Later, after the tears and the fire and the quiet walk back to his hut, you found yourself draped over him on the narrow bed, like one of the soft Wakandan blankets he’d grown so fond of. Your legs tangled with his, your head tucked beneath his chin, nestled against the curve of his body under his remaining arm. His vibranium shoulder shifted slightly as he breathed, but it was his right arm that held you, his warm hand resting against your back, protective, steady, and so achingly human.

Your fingers traced lazy lines over his new shoulder and up to trace little patters on his neck. He was quieter now, still raw but grounded, like the weight had finally been lifted from his soul.

"You stayed," he murmured. He sounded tired still, no wonder tonight had taken a lot out of him. 

"Of course I did."

"I wouldn’t have made it through without you."

You sat up a little to look into those wondrous blue eyes of his, your hand cradling his cheek as he blinked up at you, content and vulnerable in the soft light. Then you pressed soft kisses into his forehead, lingering there like a promise. "You did this, Bucky. You fought. I just loved you through it."

He smiled against your skin, a real one. Soft and tired and safe.

Your touch drifted lower, skimming the line of his waist. His breath caught when your fingers teased beneath the hem of his waistband.

"Wanna show you how grateful I am," he whispered, voice husky now, warm and low in the dark. His hand brushed your hip, thumb moving in slow, reverent circles, like he was grounding himself in the reality of your body, your presence, the moment. There was no urgency, only need, the quiet, aching kind born from survival, from still being here.

"Yeah?" you breathed, heart fluttering.

You climbed over him, slow and careful, straddling his hips as he lay back against the bed. His vibranium shoulder shifted beneath him as he adjusted, but it was his right arm- his only hand- that reached for you, fingers brushing your cheek, then settling over your hip with a grounding, tender grip. The kiss he gave you was reverent, gentle, as if he couldn’t quite believe he was allowed to have you like this. To feel.

His hand roamed with quiet purpose, memorizing you like a map, fingertips trailing over your skin in soft devotion- like now, finally, he could touch you without shadows. He watched you through heavy-lidded eyes, jaw slack with awe, as you shifted above him with reverence.

You reached for the fabric tied low on his hips- loose Wakandan linen he’d gotten used to wearing. With deliberate care, you untied the knot and pushed it aside, revealing him to the cool air. You could feel his breath stutter as you slid your folds along the length of him, not taking him in, just gliding your slick heat over him in slow, languid passes. Your arousal coated him in wet desire, the glide of your body an erotic, intimate tease that made his jaw clench and a low growl rise in his throat. Each slow grind of your hips was deliberate, worshipful, as if marking him with the proof of how deeply you ached for him.

A low groan rumbled in his chest, and his right hand gripped your hip, fingertips pressing into your skin. You ground your hips against him, sliding up and down the length of him without taking him in, the friction enough to make you both tremble. The air was thick with heat and reverence, the firelight painting your bodies in gold and shadow.

When you finally shifted your hips and sank onto him, a shaky gasp spilled from both your lips. He filled you slowly, deeply, and you paused with him fully seated inside, your forehead resting against his.

"Fuck," he whispered, reverent and wrecked. "You feel like home."

Bucky sat up with effort, his shoulders bracing behind him as his right arm circled your waist. His lips found yours again, hungry, grateful. He kissed you like he was memorizing it, like he never wanted to come up for air.

"God, you feel so good," he murmured against your lips, breath hot and shaky. "So warm… so alive."

You whimpered softly, your forehead pressed to his. "You're here, baby. You're really here. I've got you."

His hand found your breast, cupping and kneading with aching tenderness, his thumb brushing over your nipple in time with your slow rolls of your hips. You gasped, your nails digging lightly into his shoulder as your body pulsed around him.

"That’s it, doll," he whispered, his voice rough and reverent. "Take your time… I wanna feel every damn second of this."

You rocked against him with lazy purpose, each motion deep and drawn out. Your head tipped back, a breathless moan escaping you as you felt him fill you again, stretching you just right, grounding you in a way nothing else ever had. "Nothing- no one- feels like you do, Bucky," you gasped, your voice breaking on the edges of pleasure. "You’re the only one I want..."

He groaned softly, kissing along your jaw, your throat, like he couldn’t get enough of your skin. The glow of the firelight cast you both in amber, your skin shining with sweat and reverence, the shadows flickering across the planes of his chest and the curves of your back.

He whispered your name like a prayer between kisses, like it grounded him to this world. "Tell me this is real," he murmured. "Tell me I’m not dreaming."

You cupped his cheek, voice thick with emotion. "It’s real. You’re mine, Bucky. You're here, really here."

You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, pressing your chest flush to his, your skin slick and warm where it met his. Each roll of your hips was met with a soft rock of his own, his thighs flexing beneath you, pushing deeper, drawing out breathy moans that tangled with the crackle of firelight.

His right hand held tight to your waist, guiding you gently, as if every movement was sacred. "You’re everything," he groaned. "You saved me."

"We saved each other," you whispered into his ear.

You stayed like that, chest to chest, sweat mingling, hearts beating in time, until the world outside that bed no longer existed, and all that remained was the rhythm you made together.

This was what it meant to be free. To feel, to be loved, to live.

You came first, your body tensing as the wave crested, your thighs shaking, your hips bucking slightly against him as your climax crashed through you. His name tumbled from your lips in a broken moan, high and desperate, as your walls clenched and spasmed around him, gripping him so tightly it dragged him right over the edge with you.

Bucky gasped your name with a raw, wrecked sound, trembling beneath you as he spilled inside, his grip tightening on your waist like he was holding on for dear life. You held him close through the shuddering aftershocks, your forehead pressed to his, grounding him in your touch.

Reminding him he was safe.

Reminding him he was loved. 

[buck-star]

Broken ribs and special date

Bucky's just about to win the boxing fight, when John breaks his ribs. Little did he know that he will find something more in the woman who treats his wounds than just another woman looking at him.

Pairing: Boxer!Bucky Barnes x Paramedic!Fem!Reder

Wordcount: 1.671 Words

Warnings/Tags: boxer au, injuries, meet cute, fluff

Authors Note: @gremlin-girly here you go. Thank you for the encouragment to write this one. Dividers made by me.

Events: 4B-Bingo [4B 010 | B1 | Boxing AU | @avengers-assemble-bingo], Bucky Boy Bingo [N1 | Meeting | @buckyboybingo], Bucky Barnes Bingo [BO23 | U1 | Action/Adventure | @buckybarnesbingo]

Masterlist | Bucky Barnes Masterlist

One punch. Another punch.

The loud cheers from the people around the boxing ring erupt in the club when one of the guys falls down on the ground. He’s holding his hands in front of his face to protect his nose and cheeks that already got attacked by the other boxer.

His chest rises and falls heavily, the skin above his eyes already broken when he brings his hands to the ankle of the man who’s still standing. With a swift movement, he pulls the leg back and causes the brunette man to fall down on top of him.

A huff escapes the brown-haired man, followed by a cough as his ribs land on John’s knee. The cracking sound of breaking ribs is only audible for the two of them.

You flinch, watching the scene from the side. Your eyes roam over the men on the ground, their limbs tangling together as both try to set punches.

Both of them are groaning and panting. Bruised faces, but none of them cares, only getting even more motivated by the chanting of their names, the loud cheers, and the screams that fill the boxing club.

“C’mon,” the brunette laughs, his fist connecting with John’s face. James, who’s also known as Bucky ‘White Wolf’ in the club, wraps his legs around John’s hips. He turns them both until he straddles the man and sets another punch to his jaw.

Bucky grins at the man, watching John wiggling underneath him. The man’s fist connects with Bucky’s stomach and chest, not even hard enough to make him budge. Except the one punch that’s set against Bucky’s broken ribs, making him hiss in pain.

“Fuck!” Bucky growls, slamming his fists a few more times against the other man’s jaw before he gets dragged away from John.

Two medical workers rush into the ring to look after John, while Bucky gets led to the side where you’re sitting. It’s a small room where you can watch everything from when the door is open.

You watch the brunette man getting dragged into the room, a frown on his face as he tries to argue with his trainer that he doesn’t need anyone to look over his ribs.

“I’m fine, I told you,” he huffs, falling down on the plank bed. Bucky growls at his trainer as he walks out of the room and closes the door behind him. Leaving you alone with the boxer.

You turn toward Bucky, smiling softly. His expression softens when he looks at you, a small smile forming on his lips. “Hi, I know you’re a big boy and can handle some wounds, but do you let me look at them anyway? Especially your ribs would be important to have a look at.”

Bucky nods, even though he would say it’s not necessary. He brings his calloused hands to the hem of his shirt, pulling it over his head to reveal his muscled chest and stomach to you. His left arm is covered in tattoos, a star on his shoulder while the rest is black and gold that looks like roses and boxing gloves.

You have seen a lot of muscular chests and skin from boxers, but never as impressive as Bucky’s. With his shirt on, though it’s fitting him like a second skin, he doesn’t look that well trained.

You clear your throat, sitting down on the chair before moving closer to Bucky with it. He’s sitting with his legs slightly spread, his head hanging low to look at the bruise that’s forming on his skin. “I didn’t know it would look that bad.”

“You broke them,” you say, pressing your digits around the bruise into his skin. Bucky watches you intensely with his blue orbs, taking in every little detail of your face. A soft chuckle escapes him as you tilt your head slightly; for whatever reason, he thinks it looks adorable. “What? Does it tickle you?”

“No, I just think… you’re cute, I mean—“ Bucky sighs, throwing his head against the wall behind him. He had the perfect moment to flirt with you, and he had to ruin it by telling you you're cute. It could have been everything: sexy, beautiful, and handsome. But he has to say cute. Like he’s a college boy trying to get a prom date. “Sorry, I'm Bucky, by the way, and that’s not what a beautiful woman like you wants to hear, is it?”

“I can’t complain; it’s nothing I get to hear daily,” you chuckle softly, giving him your name as well, and then you turn around to get a cooling pack. You press it with a paper around it to Bucky’s ribs, holding it there until Bucky places your hand on top of yours to hold the pack himself. “It’s better than sexy, I guess. It’s not that I don’t like to be sexy, but having every man walking in here telling you you’re so sexy. It’s like it’s all about your body but never about me.”

Bucky hums; he can’t relate to it, but he can still understand. “You’re cute then, doll,” he chuckles and looks at his hand that’s pressed against his hips. “Can I fight with it or? You know John isn’t down yet. So…?”

“Your ribs are broken; it’s all swollen and already blue. Risking to worsen that, it’s your decision; I can’t stop you from going into the ring, but I wouldn’t suggest it,” you answer honestly. You keep that soft smile on your lips as you inspect his bruised cheek and forehead as well. “These aren’t that bad. Only your skin is broken from the force of the punches and some light bruises.”

Bucky nods, watching you a moment longer. It’s quiet in the room but not uncomfortable. You’re waiting for him to tell you if he wants to go back into the ring. And he’s thinking about it.

“I wanted to ask if—“ he chuckles, running his thick fingers through his brown locks. Bucky’s expression softens further, his lips curling upward into the sweetest and softest smile you have ever seen. “You would go out with me if I win. But you look worried about my ribs. Would you go out with me even when I don’t win? I mean… I don’t do it to impress you; it’s a way to impress someone, but I don’t feel like I have to impress you.”

Bucky’s eyes search your face for any hint. He has noticed the frown on your face when he played his injuries down and when he asked to be able to keep fighting in the ring with John. But he has also noticed that your smile widens when he smiles, and for the first time in ages, he’s interested in a woman, but not any woman, in you.

“It’s just, I kinda like to earn certain things. So your attention, your agreement to a date with me,” Bucky explains with a low chuckle. He removes the ice pack and looks at the bruise. It’s dark and hurts; he’s not sure if he wants to risk anything when he can just go on a date with you instead.

“I would love to. But you don’t have to fight against John to earn it. I would love to go out with you in one piece,” you say softly with a slight giggle. Bucky raises his eyebrows in amusement, tilting his head but nodding. “So, do you want me to tell your trainer you can keep going or that your ribs should get some rest before you step out there in the ring again?”

Bucky hums, thinking about it for a moment. He doesn't like to interrupt a fight like that, especially not against John. But he also knows better than to go out there to get another punch or kick into his ribs and get a worse injury.

“John knows my ribs are broken, or at least injured. He would use it to his advantage,” he says quietly, nodding his head. Bucky looks back up at you, a soft smile on his plump lips. “Tell him we will continue that another time; my ribs have to heal first.”

“Good,” you say, opening the door to find Bucky's trainer standing in front of the door. He turns around when he notices you in the door, his eyes wandering from you to Bucky, who's still sitting on the bed, and shrugs. "His ribs should heal before he gets out there for any fights. They are broken, and another punch could cause them to damage anything."

The trainer nods at you. “Barnes, you will listen to the lady or you will get timeouts,” he warns Bucky, who's grinning at him playfully. “I mean it, you will sit on the bench if you dare to disobey her.”

“Yes, sir,” Bucky chuckles and gets off the bed. He picks up his shirt to throw it over his shoulder before he walks up to you. One of his thick arms wraps itself around your waist, pulling you into his warm side. “If you excuse us, we have a date.”

Bucky's trainer's eyes widen. Bucky doesn't even look at any women, and now he's going on a date with you? You really have to be someone special when he asks you out. The wide smile Bucky gives him before leading you to the locker rooms answers it for him – you're not just someone; you are Bucky's everything.

“Have fun, lovebirds. But not too much,” the trainer says. “I mean, mini Bucky's aren't bad when they come here and are as good as their daddy.”

Your eyes widen when you look at Bucky. “Does he always plan stuff like that for you?”

Bucky shakes his head with a chuckle. “No, you're special, and he knows. I don't do dates, unless I'm sure it's the right person,” he hums, smiling softly at you before he presses his plump lips to your forehead. “But don't worry, no mini Bucky's before the date. Maybe after the date, doll.”

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12: THROUGH THE ALLEY

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Summary: Things between you and Bucky are awkward now. But when a dangerous encounter threatens your safety, he’s there in an instant, bringing all the heat and fury of his protective instincts. And as the dust settles, you’re left wondering— where do you go from here?

Warnings: Angst, mutual avoidance, tension, brief violence/threat, attempted mugging, knife threat, protective!Bucky, hurt/comfort, swearing, some soft moments amidst the chaos.

Word Count: 3309

Something had shifted between you and Bucky since that night. There was a tension that neither of you seemed willing to address. You couldn’t avoid him completely, not when he lived across the hall. But your interactions had grown superficial and formal, neither of you lingering long enough to exchange more than civilities.

It wasn’t just him avoiding you, you were doing it too. It had been three weeks since the incident but when you heard his footsteps in the hall, you hesitated at the door. If you spotted him across the street, you turned into the nearest store or ducked around the corner. It was cowardly, but definitely felt safer than facing the awkwardness between you.

Today was no different. As you rounded the corner near your building, your eyes found him instinctively. He was on the opposite side of the street, his broad shoulders easily recognizable even through the crowd. For a second, you thought he might cross the street to talk to you. His eyes seemed to connect with yours, and your heart skipped a beat. But then he frowned, pulling his phone out of his pocket and looking down at it— then changed direction completely.

You froze, a wave of sadness washing over you.

It shouldn’t have hurt. Afterall, you were doing the same thing, weren’t you? Skirting around him, staying silent rather than addressing the unexpected moment of intimacy. It was far easier to pretend you didn’t see him than face the mess you’d made of things. You’d broken too many rules in your agreement already.

Still, the rejection stung, even if it was mutual.

You sighed and shook your head, adjusting the jewelry case in your hands and forced yourself to keep walking. You had far more pressing issues at hand, like making it to this meeting with a new client and salvaging what was left of your professional reputation.

The last two weeks had been nothing short of a fiasco. You’d been dropped by an important client— one that comprised a third of your income, and it had been a devastating blow to your confidence. Your anxiety was through the roof, you felt like you were drowning. But by the grace of God, you’d managed to snag an appraisal appointment with an incredibly prestigious firm that had never shown you interest in the past. And it felt like you’d been thrown a lifeline.

You’d spent hours putting together a slideshow of your most popular designs, carefully selecting the ones that showcased your talents. Amongst them was Bucky’s birthday bracelet— an addition that still felt like a daring choice. Now here you were, carrying your personal collection in your arms, the case held close not just for its monetary value but for the sentimental attachment you had to each and every one of the pieces held inside.

You were dressed to impress, wearing your favorite outfit— a dress that hugged your figure in all the right places and brought out your eyes. On your feet were a pair of heels that sculpted your calves so perfectly that it didn’t matter how much they pinched your toes. You felt confident, maybe even a little invincible. If only you didn’t have to deal with the penguin-like waddle the dress forced on you, you thought, catching sight of your reflection in a store window. 

The firm in question had a boutique locally and had suggested a meeting at its Brooklyn location and you jumped at the chance. You were on your way when a narrow alleyway on your left caught your attention. Cutting through there would save you a few blocks walk and give you time to arrive early and avoid looking flustered and sweaty. You peeked down its length— it was clear, save for a few scattered trash cans along it and the distinct smell of the city.

You hesitated briefly, before throwing caution to the wind and stepped into the alley, your clicking heels echoing loudly through the narrow space. About halfway through, you came across a man who seemed to appear out of nowhere.

You froze, your breath caught in your throat, making the way your heart was pounding sound like a jackhammer. The man’s demeanor appeared casual but his eyes were immediately locked onto the case in your arms and he did nothing to hide his intent. The predatory gleam did nothing to calm your nerves. Everything in your body was telling you to run, but how could you? Your attire would trip you up in a matter of seconds, leaving you in a more vulnerable position than you were in now.

“Well, well, well. What do we have ‘ere?” he drawled in a cocky voice.

There was a small glint, something silver in one hand. Where did that knife come from? 

Your grip on the case tightened, your arms coming around to clutch it to your chest. “Look, I don’t want any trouble.” You did your best to keep your voice steady, despite the way your body was trembling.

“Trouble? Who said anything about trouble?” the man smirked. “Just be a sweetheart and ‘and over the case and we can both be on our way.

Your stomach churned as adrenaline flooded your system, your mind searching for a way out of this situation. “P-please… I need this,” you stammered out a plea.

“I ain’t tellin’ you again, miss.” The man took a menacing step forward. “Give me the bag.”

A wave of terror washed over you, paralyzing you as the man took another step closer. The confidence with which he gripped the knife made your pulse race and your mouth dry.

Suddenly you heard a noise behind you. Another one! You didn’t even have the courage to turn your head. Instead you closed your eyes and bowed your head, hugging your precious work in front of your heart. There was a rush of air next to you and something brushed your arm.

Please don’t kill me.

“W’the fuck you want?” You heard the first man speak.

The words confused you and you dared to take a peek to see what was happening. There was a tall figure standing in front of you, his back to you. You opened your eyes further, noting the tension in the new stranger’s stance. Your gaze traced his outline, the way his shoulders were squared, his head tilted to one side and his fists balled up at his sides— one flesh and one… 

Bucky?

It felt like you could breathe again. Relief and confusion flooded through you. But before you could process any of your thoughts or feelings, Bucky spoke. His voice was low and dangerous.

“I want you to leave.”

The mugger sneered at the simple threat, holding his knife higher. “Oh yeah? You gonna make me?”

“If I have to.” Bucky’s expression was devoid of emotion, his words cold. “Rather not, though.”

The mugger laughed mockingly, sending a chill through your spine. “You and what army, pal?”

“No need for an army…”

The mugger was starting to look a little anxious, but he wasn’t completely undeterred by Bucky’s nonchalance. He attacked, lunging at Bucky with his knife, the sharp metal blade glinting dangerously as it slashed through the air.

You gasped, taking a panicked step backwards. But Bucky didn’t move, didn’t even flinch. As the knife came down, Bucky caught the blade in his vibranium hand, fingers closing around it like a vice. The mugger’s expression made a flawless transition from an aggressive snarl to surprise and finally landed on fear. His bravado crumbled in front of you as he struggled to pull the knife back from the super soldier’s unyielding grasp.

“Just me,” Bucky finished quietly as his other arm came to rest around the mugger’s attacking wrist.

“Let go!” the man cried, trying to wrench it free.

Bucky tilted his head, as though thinking about his request. Then he twisted the man’s wrist ever so slightly, forcing the knife out of his grip. Bucky flipped the knife playfully in his metal hand a couple of times before catching it by the handle so that the tip pointed towards the mugger.

“Not a very balanced blade,” he said, balancing it on his palm. “This is what you’re relying on?”

He watched the mugger’s eyes follow the point of the blade as Bucky waved it around with practiced ease. Then, without warning, he closed his hand around the knife and clenched it so tightly that the crunch of the snapping metal echoed through the narrow passageway.

“You’re a monster,” the man spat, voice trembling with fear and fury and he tugged at his wrist in an attempt to escape.

Bucky’s lips twitched as he fought back a smirk. “You’re not wrong.” Then without warning, he let go of the mugger’s wrist, sending him stumbling backwards to land on the concrete floor. “Now get out of here before I change my mind about hurting you.”

There was no hesitation; the mugger scrambled off the ground and bolted down the alley without so much as a backward glance. And a silence fell over the enclosed space as the scuffle of his footsteps faded away.

Slowly Bucky turned around, his eyes raking over you, searching for signs of injury. You expected his face to soften as it usually did when he looked at you but today you felt something different. His expression was hard and you could feel the iciness of his stare, making you cower away from him. He took in your appearance, your shaking hands as they still clutched the bag, your rumpled jacket and your fearful eyes.

“You’re unbelievable,” he growled in a low voice that betrayed his anger.

Your relief turned to confusion. Was he talking to you?

“Are you stupid or just reckless?” he snapped, stepping towards you. “What the hell were you thinking? Walking down a damn alley on your own, dressed like… that, and carrying something so valuable?”

His words were harsh, every one cutting deeper than the knife you’d been threatened with, shattering what was left of your already fragile state. “I didn’t… I wasn’t…” you stammered, voice cracking under the strain.

“Do you even understand what that guy could have done to you?” he shouted, his voice harsh and angry. “He could have…”

You were shaking harder than before, clutching your bag tighter to your chest, like a shield, a barrier of protection from the onslaught of Bucky’s wrath. You turned away, hot tears spilling over your cheeks and your legs wobbling as though your knees would give way any second. “I know,” you wept, the words lost in your sobs.

You hated yourself for crumbling under the pressure, but Bucky’s reaction had tipped you over the edge.

The sight of you falling apart stopped Bucky’s tirade. His anger evaporated in an instant, replaced by a wave of guilt. “Oh, hey, hey, Princess… come on… don’t…” he muttered helplessly in a soft voice, quickly closing the distance between you.

Before you knew what was happening, he had pulled you into his arms, holding you close to his chest. You hadn’t had time to lower your bag, which was now awkwardly squashed between you; not that he seemed to care or even notice. His hands were on your back and at the base of your neck, steadying you, soothing you. “I’m sorry,” he murmured into your hair. “I… I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to—”

You clung to him, the implications of your encounter finally catching up with you. Bucky stayed with you, a strong, solid presence as you tried to regain your composure. After a few minutes, you loosened your grip on him and he pulled back, just enough to meet your eyes.

“You okay?” he asked.

You nodded in response, feeling steadier but still shaken.

“Where were you going anyway?”

“I got an appraisal—” You looked at your watch, “in half an hour! Shit! Oh God, I must look awful.”

“C’mon,” he said gently. “Let me get that for you and we can get you freshened up.” Without waiting for an answer, he slipped the case from your shaking hands. The way his fingers brushed over yours was strangely comforting. “Where’s your appraisal?”

You sniffled, wiping at your cheeks as you handed him your phone to show him the address, which was only a ten minute walk from your current position. He guided you out of the alley with a gentle hand at your back. The two of you were at the boutique sooner than expected, Bucky hadn’t left your side. He carried your case like it was his burden to bear. He even pointed out a neighboring coffee shop where you slipped into the washroom to fix your make up.

As you stepped into the boutique, a bell chimed softly announcing your arrival. You and Bucky were met by a harassed looking sales assistant who greeted you politely and apologized to you,  saying that his managers were still busy.

“We’re terribly sorry, but we’re still finishing up with a rather... challenging client. Would you and your bodyguard mind waiting for a moment?”

Bodyguard. You shot Bucky a quick glance but there was no sign of reaction on his face at the assumption.

“Of course we don't mind waiting,” you replied with a gracious smile, walking towards the chairs you were directed to.

In reality, you were grateful for a moment to compose yourself. Bucky set your case down and took a seat in the less comfortable looking chair. His large frame made the chair look comically small. You sat down beside him and sighed.

“Thanks for being here,” you said softly.

“You don't have to thank me,” he answered, also keeping his voice low. “Are you alright?”

“Yeah,” you nodded. “I… I just want to focus on this. I really need it to go well.”

His brows furrowed. “Why? What’s going on?”

You sighed, fidgeting nervously with your fingers. “I lost a big client recently. They said they weren’t happy with the direction my business was going.”

“Not happy with the direction of your business? What does that mean?”

You looked down at your lap, picking at a flap of skin next to your cuticle. Without looking at Bucky, you picked your words carefully. “They weren’t a fan of my commission request,” you mumbled.

Bucky leaned over towards you, concern etched across his features. “Wait... is this because of the post about my bracelet?”

You didn’t answer, your eyes flicking down to his wrist where you could see the bracelet resting snugly under the sleeve of his jacket. Your silence was enough to confirm his suspicions.

“Take it down,” he said firmly. “Tell them it wasn’t for me.”

You shook your head, offering him a strained smile. “It’s fine, Bucky. It doesn’t matter.”

“Of course it matters,” he argued. “I don’t want to be the reason you’re losing work.”

“They said if I took it down, they’d keep me on,” you admitted, determinedly looking down at your shoes.

His eyes searched yours. “And you didn’t?” he asked incredulously.

“No,” you replied simply. “I told them to shove it. I’m not going to have my work associated with those bigots.”

Bucky stared at you, his mouth parted slightly, stunned by the weight of your loyalty. For a few moments, he was rendered speechless.

“You did that... for me?” he asked finally in a whisper.

You shrugged, feeling your cheeks flush under the intensity of his gaze. “I don’t want my work to be associated with people who think like that.” After a moment of contemplation, you added, “Assholes.”

Out of the corner of your eye, you could see him lean back in the chair, his vibranium arm coming to rest on the bracelet on his right wrist. “You’re... something else, you know that?” he huffed.

“Nah,” you laughed. “Just stubborn.”

“No.” He put his hand on yours, prompting you to look up at him. “You’re brave. And thank you… for sticking up for me.”

The two of you fell into a comfortable silence but you could tell from the way he fiddled with the bracelet that what you had done meant more to him that he was letting on.

The walk back to your apartment was uneventful. The streets were quieter, the bustle from earlier had faded with the afternoon. But despite this, you felt on edge. Bucky stuck close by you, as if sensing your need for reassurance, carrying your case again without complaint.

The meeting had gone well— really well. It had been surprising to you how well the boutique managers had responded to your work. But the real shock was how they had fawned over Bucky, their excitement over his Avenger status was palpable. For a brief moment, you stopped to wonder if their offer was more related to his fame than your actual talent. But despite this rather unsettling thought, their offer of a more lucrative contract took a massive weight off our shoulders.

As the two of you reached your front doors, Bucky handed you back your case. His eyes lingered on your face as though he was looking for signs of you unraveling.

“You gonna be ok tonight?” he asked, genuine concern in his tone.

“Yeah,” you replied, your voice steady. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

He hesitated, his lips pressing into a thin line. “Well, you… what happened today was pretty scary.”

“I’m fine, Bucky. Thank you… for everything.” You smiled, though it didn’t quite reach your eyes.

He sighed, his face softening but he nodded, accepting your decision. “Okay, well… if you need anything, I’m…” He gestured to his door across the hall. “Just over here.”

Your eyes followed the movement of his hand and landed on his door. You’d grown so accustomed to seeing it and him, but you’d not previously thought of it as a safe space… a source of comfort. “Thanks,” you whispered, trying to convey your gratitude.

He gave you a small, almost sheepish smile, then stepped back. “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight, Bucky.”

He waited until you closed and locked your door before retreating for the night.

The next morning, you left for work not expecting to see him, but there he was— leaning against a lamppost right outside your building. His vibranium arm was stuffed into the pocket of his jacket, but the other had a small cup of coffee in it. 

You stopped in your tracks, wondering if he was waiting for someone else. The thought of him waiting for someone else unsettled you more than you expected. But then his eyes lifted to meet yours and he smiled. Your heart skipped a beat.

“Morning,” he said casually, as if this was a perfectly normal occurrence.

“Bucky… what’re you doing?” you asked, walking up to him.

“Walking you to work,” he said, handing you the coffee. “Don’t argue. It’s black. You look like you need it.”

You accepted the cup but you still felt confused. “Thanks, but… why?”

“Because I want to make sure you’re okay. What happened… what happened yesterday…” he sighed. “Look, fake relationship or not… I’m not gonna let anyone hurt you.”

“Bucky,” you called his name gently, taken aback by the sincerity in his voice. “You don’t have to do this.”

“I know I don’t have to. I want to,” he said earnestly.

“I know this is all for pretend, but… are we at least friends? For real?”

“Yeah,” he answered. “We’re friends. You can trust me.”

“Thank you,” you murmured, cradling the coffee in your hands.

“Don’t mention it,” he replied, smiling gently. “Now, come on. Don’t want you to be late.”

He started walking again and you followed, the two of you falling into an easy conversation. By the time you reached the corner, you were still trading jabs, the earlier tension forgotten, as though you’d been friends for years.

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after a long day, you find yourself in the pool when a certian man comes down to find you. one thing leads to another, and lets just say you got him to get in the pool...🤭

warnings: smut, oral fem!rec, unprotected sex

My arms rest on the wet concrete next to pool, body finding comfort in the iridescent pool. It was late--most likely midnight by now. It had been a particularly long day, the flag smashers group really giving it their all. I sigh as I close my eyes, the sounds of water hitting the walls along with the quiet streets of the city all to be heard at this time at night. The air was fresh with a small hint of drugs, a faint barbeque still barley present in the wind. I take a deep breath, opening my eyes to see a looming body standing before me. Bucky stands tall, peering down at my wet form. My tongue pokes out to wet my lips, a nervous action I found myself making whenever I saw him. He noticed too. "It's late," he comments. I lean back, standing in the pool as the water comes up just above my stomach. "So?" I say back, giving him a small smile. He stares at me for a long while, watching as I dip my head under, smoothing my hair back on the way up. "You should come in," I offer, stretching my hands above my head. He chuckles, glancing off into the distance. "No thanks, sweetheart." He says back, eyes shifting back to me. I sigh, moving back over to the edge of the wall. I reach my hand out to his, biting my lip. "Help me out?" I say innocently, wiggling my fingers. He swallows, reaching out his human hand to mine, gently taking hold of it. Before he could even react, I use all my force to pull him into the pool. I burst out laughing as he comes up for air, a shocked look on his face.

"You need to loosen up, Barnes," I giggle, flicking a bit of water at him. He wanted to yell, he really did. He wanted to get angry and leave me out here by myself. Instead, he grins, reaching down to take his now soaked boots and socks off. Surprised at his reaction, I swim over to him, smiling as he throws them out of the pool. "You're crazy," he says, grasping the bottom of his shirt before pulling it over his head. I bite my lip, hard. Hard enough to bleed. "Shit," I mumble, bringing my fingers up to my lips. "That's karma, you know," he says with a smile, earning a playful glare from me. "Shut up," I giggle, watching with wide eyes as he throws his pants off to the side too. But maybe what surprised me the most was that he was quick to grab me by the waist, pinning me against the concrete wall. His breath fans my face as my cheeks flush. "Are you mad at me?" I ask with a smile, tilting my head to the side. He just stares into my eyes, grip tightening on my hips. It's taking everything in me to not look down at stare at his body, but my eyes stay fixed on his. "Could never be," he whispers, hand coming up to cup my face. I'm quick to close the space, lips landing softly on his. My arms wrap around his neck, nails gently weaving into the ends of his short hair. It felt like a dream--a perfect night kissing the man I'd been swooning over for forever. It had never occurred to me that maybe he felt the same way. His tongue dances with mine, the slight tang off blood from my lip causing the wetness in swimsuit bottoms to grow. Suddenly, he lifts me up and out of the water, sitting me on the edge on the pool. I peer down at him, hands clutching the edge of the pavement. His hands slide up my thighs, parting them slightly. I let out a sigh, closing my eyes as a gentle breeze causing goosebumps to rise on my skin.

He kisses the inside on my thigh, hands trailing up to my swimsuit bottoms. My body jolts as he kisses my clothed clit, fingers hooking into the sides of my bottoms. The need in my stomach intensifies as I glance back down at him, his blue eyes already trained on my face. "Can I take these off?" He questions, letting his fingers stay hooked under my swimsuit bottoms. I nod quickly, body lifting off the concrete for him to pull them down. "You can do whatever you want," I whisper, licking my lips. He smiles, letting his Vibranium fingers circle over my clit. "Yeah?" He asks, peering up at me. I smile, pink flushing my cheeks. He kisses my clit again--without a barrier this time as I let out a shaky gasp. My grip on the ground tightens as his tongue swirls around my sensitive bud before sucking on it gently, letting it go with a soft pop! My chest rises and falls quickly, quiet moans slipping out of my mouth. My fingers dance through the strands of his hair, gasping as he pulls me closer, hooking my legs on his shoulders. This new angle allowed for him to slip two fingers into my soaked core, a shocked moan escaping my plump lips. "Please, fuck that feels so good James," I moan, desperate pleas of his name mixed with labored breaths alongside the sound of pool waves the one sound filling the quiet night. I let out a whine as he pumps his fingers in faster, my eyes nearly rolling to the back of my head. My legs begin to tremble on his shoulders as moans slipped from my throat, fingers still wrapped tight against the edge. It didn't take long for the coil in my tummy to snap, crying out as my body shakes in his touch. His tongue continues to swirl around my overstimulated bud, fingers helping me ride out my orgasm. "God, fuck, James-" my voice trembles as I try to move backwards, but his strong hold remains around my thighs, his tongue continuing to assault my clit. He hums, a smile spreading on his lips. "Not done yet, sweetheart," he mumbles. God, the pet names. Seriously, it's like he wants me to be soaked at all hours of the day or something.

It didn't take long for me to cum again, the ringing in my ears growing with a cloudy vision as he helps me back down into the pool. He kisses me softly, slowly kissing down my jaw. His hand gently wraps around my neck, firm enough to know he could easily overpower me, but not enough to cut off my oxygen. My eyes flutter open as I my hand slide down to tug his boxers down, a small gasp escaping my lips as I feel his erection pressing against me. My hands wrap around his neck as he slowly pushes in, smiling at the whiney moan that escaped my mouth. My legs wrap around his waist as he kisses me feverishly, slowly thrusting -- deep enough to kiss my cervix. I moan into his mouth, fingers tightening on the short locks of his hair. I mumbled fuck escapes his mouth, hand sneaking down to feel the budge of him in my abdomen. My eyes nearly roll to the back of my head as he thrusts in harder, my heart beating so fast it almost hurt. "Please, fuck-" I groan, shaky pants leaving my mouth. "You going to cum again sweetheart?" He mumbles against my neck, grip tightening on my hips. I'm too fucked-out to respond, the shaking of my legs in the water telling him exactly what he needed to know. The coil in my tummy snaps, pussy clenching around his dick as I feel him spill into me. I gasp, leaning forward to rest my forehead on his. I let out a sigh, arms loosening around his neck, fingers still slowly playing with his hair. "Not so mad I pulled you in, huh?" I giggle, kissing him softly.

"Whatever you say sweetheart, but I'm not done with you yet."

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"Maybe I do know"

Summary:When a little white cat rushes into your apartment, you didn't know what it could bring you

Warnings:Alpine gets her own warning for being a trickster, fluff

A/N:I'm planning to add a couple more parts to this because I love how in so many Bucky fics Alpine plays a big part in them so I thought I should join the trend. Just pretend beefy Bucky has his memories back and is friends with Steve and Sam. As always sorry for any mistakes and enjoy!

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It was a typical Sunday for you - you left your front door open, only for a moment as you grabbed your laundry basket. Evidently you forgot to do your laundry last week so it was very safe to say it was a struggle carrying the basket from your room. The moment you were about to reach your door, a white flash appeared in your peripheral vision. Confused by the sight you put the basket down and tried to investigate and soon enough as you went to your couch - you saw a big pair of bright blue eyes peering at you from underneath your couch. "puss, puss come here little kitty" your attempt to coax this little white fur ball out from under your couch was not working but luckily you were met with a mysterious voice coming down the hall "Alpine! Where are you? C'mon girl come here!" After hearing the voice you thought maybe the voice you heard was looking for the cat that sprinted like lightning into your apartment. "Uhm are you by any chance looking for a cat, white fur, blue eyes?" you asked stepping out into the hall to see this mystery person, completely taken aback by the sight of a handsome man wandering in the hall. Definitely something you weren't expecting. "Yeah have you seen her anywhere?" you watched as he nodded observing how his hair framed his face "Oh well she must've ran into my apartment" you told him "I'm so sorry ma'am, I'll go get her right now, may I?" he gestured towards your door as you stood in front of it "Oh of yea yea sure go ahead, she's just set up camp under my couch" you tried to joke as you let the man follow you into your apartment, to your couch. "Yep this is her" he smiled at you before trying to reach under the couch in such a comical way, you had to hold back a laugh as the cat would not relent into his grip. "Here I'll try to help" you said while walking to the back of the couch also trying to get the cat into your grasp - "I'm Y/N by the way" "I'm Bucky, this trickster here is Alpine" he said in a warm tone back to you. You were so grateful that he couldn't see the way you blushed at him talking to you. A jolt of electricity flowed through you as you both fumbled around accidentally touching his hand, you both stayed like that, just for a second. Even if it was a small touch, it felt different? Your pulse slowly went back down to its normal rate as you puffed out an awkward laugh while Bucky stayed silent not knowing if you felt the way he didn't want to pull back from you. "Got ya now little girl" he said in a mischievous tone as he stood up with Alpine sitting in his arms looking quite proud of herself as she kept looking at you. "Thank you for helping me find her, she's always been an escapee but I thought she might stop when we moved but I hope we haven't disturbed you too much" he sheepishly admitted to you "Oh no no, this was nothing don't worry" you replied back in such a sweet tone of voice that it made Bucky's pulse quicken. "Well I better get her back inside before she runs off again" Bucky said as he started to make his way outside into the halls "Cya you two" you smiled sweetly following him out "Maybe I'll see more of two, I can show you around if you're new to the area?" You don't know what came over to you to be so bold but something about Bucky just drew you in. "Yea I'd like that" he said in a shy tone as he gave you a quick flick of his hand trying his hardest not get one more look at you as he walked back down to his apartment.

You huffed a small chuckle watching the pair walk back which reminded you of what you were meant to be doing right now which was your enormous load of laundry. It was a struggle to say the least, having a massive basket down 3 flights of stairs. Of course this would happen and right when the elevator is out of order you thought to yourself as you finally made it to the laundry room which was tucked in near the letterboxes on the ground floor. 30 minutes was how long your machine had left, you figured you might as well go back into your room, hoping you'd see Bucky again as you jogged up the stairs. 

Bucky stirred upon hearing your voice in the distance as you greeted a neighbour of yours. He didn't know what had taken hold of him but he rushed out the door - careful not to let Alpine escape as he kept his foot in the door to push her away as he closed the door. You noticed Bucky emerge from his apartment just before you entered yours "Keeping Alpine inside?" you called out to him watching him let out a small chuckle at your remark "Yep, hopefully she grows out of it" he replied walking over to you, just waiting to your hear your sweet voice in reply "Ya know what they say old habits die hard" you joked while nudged his right shoulder. Friendly touch - something Bucky has had in a long time but he was most thankful you didn't reach for his metal arm, the arm he's ashamed of every time he wakes up, the arm he desperately tried to claw off. "Are you free tomorrow by any chance" he blurted out without thinking "Yea I think I am" you hummed, slightly dumbfounded on how bold he was especially for not even knowing you for 24 hours, but hey who were you to complain especially when it's a very handsome and seemingly kind man doing it. "Great, should I meet you out here at 12PM? I'll make it up to you since me and Alpine disturbed you" he grinned with a boyish expression "Sounds great! You two weren't a disturbance I promise, it was quite entertaining for a Sunday afternoon" you reassured him, noticing how he relaxed into himself just a little bit after hearing you tell him that. It was a comfortable silence after that, quickly interrupted by the sound of clawing coming from the direction of Bucky's apartment "That bloody cat, I wonder why I rescued her everyday" he grumbled looking back at his door "Someones jealous" you teased playfully "Well I better get Alpine but I'll see you tomorrow" "See you tomorrow Bucky" you still spoke in that sweet tone which made his heart melt. His door quickly closed as he ran in so that was your cue to enter your apartment. You felt so giddy about the fact that you had plans with someone after what felt like years of being single again. You ran to fetch your phone from your room with the only purpose to inform your best friend.

Guess who's got a date tomorrow!!

No fucking way omgg tell me everything

I promise tomorrow I will!! too giddy to talk, I have to prepare my outfit!!!

You smiled at your conversation with your bestie as you chucked your phone back on your bed and started to try find some clothes only to find nothing cute to wear

Damn it I have to get my laundry, you suddenly remembered so you sprinted out your door and down to the laundry room, already planning your outfit. 

You sighed as you grabbed everything out of the machine, hoping that Bucky was anticipating tomorrow just as much as you were. He was. Bucky was in a panic rushing around his apartment not knowing what to do with himself, he debated texting Sam and Steve but he didn't want them to annoy him and ruin his mood with their antics  so instead he tried to organise what little furniture he had in his 1 bedroom with no bed, small kitchen and living room apartment while Alpine purred sitting on his bench in the kitchen "Maybe I do know why I rescued you" Bucky whispered as he gave Alpine a scratch on the chin.

A/N:Ugh I love it when fics have Alpine in them so I hope you guys relate! I do want to turn this into some more parts so feel free to tell me if you'd read more of this or not:)

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40s bucky headcanons (lwky kinda suggestive)

40s!bucky who begs for you too send spicy polaroids with your mail when he’s away

40s!bucky who obviously sends ones of him back

40s!bucky who in his time in london got ridiculed for being so protective of his letters

40s!bucky who the second steve snatched one away from him and ripped it he yelled

40s!bucky who carefully went through photo surgery with tape

40s!bucky whose mail got lost and opened and then reported

40s!bucky who got called into his base commander’s office for outer personal misconduct

40s!bucky who could care less

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[sergeantbarnessdoll]

Hello could you write one where the reader is basically buckys kid and they get hurt and try to hide it from him but he notices something is up and it isn’t until it’s really bad he finds out? I know very odd sorry

Didn’t Want To Worry You » Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier

Pairings: Dad!Bucky Barnes x Adopted Teen Daughter!Reader

Summary: You didn’t want to worry Bucky when you tell him you hurt yourself at school, but he somehow finds out.

Warnings: Fluff, language, crying, nicknames

Age of reader: 15 years old

A/N: Thank you for the request @parasitichamster14-blog 🩵

Written on my phone. My apologies for any mistakes.

Header made by @buck-star

GIF IS NOT MINE! Gif credit goes to the creator.

You were hoping that your dad wasn’t home yet. You didn’t want him to know that you hurt yourself at school today. In gym class, you guys played basketball and you got knocked down and fell onto your wrist. Now, it won’t stop hurting. You should’ve went to the nurse’s office for an ice pack, but you had a feeling that she was going to call your dad.

You looked around the apartment when you got home from school, wondering if your dad was home or not. You didn’t see him and assumed you were in the clear. Or so you thought. He came home shortly after you did.

“Hey, doll. How was school?” Bucky asks as he hugs you.

“Good.” You replied.

Bucky noticed the way you were holding your left wrist against your stomach. He was hoping that you weren’t getting sick or something.

“Do you have a stomach ache or something?” He asks, referring to the way your wrist was against your stomach.

“No. I hurt myself at school is all.” You say.

“How?” He asks.

“We were playing basketball in gym today and I got knocked down and I fell onto my wrist wrong.” You tell him.

“Be careful next time, kiddo. I don’t want you to end up with a broken wrist or something.” He says.

“I will.” You say.

You went to your bedroom and closed the door behind you, sighing to yourself. You hate that you didn’t tell your dad that your wrist hurts really bad, but you didn’t want to worry him. He’s a worrier when you’re sick or hurt. You took an aspirin for the pain and did your homework. The pain subsided till you were almost done with your Geometry homework.

“Doll?” Bucky knocks on your bedroom door. “Are you finished with your homework? I was thinking that we could go out for dinner.” He says.

“Almost.” You say with a smile.

Bucky nods and smiles, closing your bedroom door so you can finish your homework. Your smile fades away. You winced in pain, holding your wrist. You finished your homework, trying not to let the pain get to you. You put your homework back in your backpack when you were done. Bucky was watching TV when you walked in the living room.

“I’m done with my homework.” You say.

“Where do you want to go eat?” Bucky asks, shutting the TV off.

“What about that diner we like?” You suggested.

“Good choice, kiddo.” He smiles.

On the way to the diner and during dinner, Bucky watched you wince in pain every time you moved your left wrist. It was starting to get worried.

“Are you sure your wrist is ok?” Bucky asks.

“It’s fine, dad. It’s probably going to have a bruise on it tomorrow or something.” You say.

Bucky took that as an answer. He kept his eyes on you. On the way home from the diner, Bucky could tell you were holding back tears due to the pain you have in your left wrist. He pulled over into a random parking lot and put the car in park.

“Show me your wrist.” Bucky says.

“Dad, I’m fine.” You say.

“You’re clearly not. I can tell you’re in pain.” He says.

You stared at your dad for a second before rolling the sleeve of your sweatshirt up. Bucky took a look at your wrist.

“I hate to say it, doll, but I think your wrist might be sprained.” Bucky says.

You whined, your eyes filling with tears.

“You’re going to be fine, doll. Let get you checked out in the emergency room and then we’ll go home, ok?” He says softly.

“Ok.” You almost whispered.

Bucky took you to the emergency room to get your wrist checked out. Your anxiety was through the roof. You didn’t want to be there. Lucky for you, your dad stayed by your side the whole time.

“I want to go home.” You whined.

“We’ll go home in a little bit.” Bucky says softly.

You pouted and slouched in the chair. You sat up straight when the doctor walked in the room.

“Good news is your wrist isn’t broken. Bad news is it’s fractured and you have to wear a wrist brace for a few weeks.” The doctor says.

Bucky felt relieved to hear that you don’t have any broken bones. He is curious to know why you didn’t tell him that your wrist was hurting earlier.

You got a wrist brace and then you finally went home. You were set up in the living room and watching your favorite movie.

“Doll, I want to talk to you for a moment.” Bucky says, sitting down next to you.

“Am I in trouble?” You asked, pausing the movie.

“No. I want to know why you didn’t tell me you were hurt earlier.” He says.

“You worry about me a lot and I didn’t want to worry you.” You say, feeling bad.

“I worry about you, because I love you and I don’t want anything to happen to you.” He says softly.

Your eyes teared up. Sometimes you forget how much Bucky cares about you like you’re his own child. That’s why he adopted you shortly after he saved you from HYDRA a few years ago.

“Don’t cry, doll. I’m not mad at you.” Bucky almost whispers, pulling you into a hug.

“I’m sorry for worrying you.” You apologized.

“You don’t have anything to apologize for. I understand.” He says softly.

“Yes I do. Sometimes I forget how much you care about me.” You say, your voice cracking.

“Oh babydoll…” He whispers. “You don’t need to apologize for that.” He whispers again, kissing the top of your head.

Soft sobs slipped past your lips. Bucky held you, his hand rubbing your back to comfort you. Your crying stops after a few minutes.

“I’ll always worry about you, doll. You’re my kid and I love you.” He murmurs softly, kissing the side of your head.

“I love you too, dad.” You smiled up at him.

You pressed play, picking up where you left off on the movie. Bucky watched the movie with you. You learned that you shouldn’t hide any kind of injury from your dad.

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-Bucky’s Doll

[brunchable]

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

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

Part One

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“And you touched my fingertips…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh my, g-god. Bucky—”

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

And fuck did you like it, too.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh fuck—Baby...”

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

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

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

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

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

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

And he understood.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

As badly as you wanted him inside you again.

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

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

“Not nearly.”

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

“I'm not going anywhere.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You're mine...

You're mine...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And he could withstand it no more.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I love you.”

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

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

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

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13: ONE STEP CLOSER

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Summary: Bucky shows up unexpectedly with takeout, proving once again that he knows you… too well. As wedding season approaches, you prepare for the inevitable— dancing. When Bucky resists, you push him to practice, only to discover that he’s more graceful than he lets on. But when a spin catches you off guard, you find yourself in his arms, and suddenly, the dance feels like something much more dangerous.

Warnings: Mild language, mutual pining, unresolved tension, fake dating, Bucky being secretly smooth, reader being stubborn, and some accidental close proximity.

Word Count: 2487

It was late evening and you were absorbed in your work, your stylus spinning idly between your fingers, when a soft knock at the door broke your concentration.

You frowned, glancing at your watch. It was past ten.

Setting down your stylus, you padded to the door, taking a quick peek through the peephole before opening the door. Bucky was standing there, his hair slightly mussed, as though he had just run his hand through it moments before. He held up a paper bag which was exuding the most tantalizing aroma of takeout from it.

“Bucky?” you said, looking baffled. “What’re you doing here? Get lost on your way home?” you joked.

“You never have anything in your fridge,” he said, stepping past you and into your apartment. “And I know you haven’t eaten.”

You opened your mouth to protest, but your rumbling stomach answered for you. The half empty mug of coffee on your desk wasn’t exactly what anyone would define as ‘dinner.’ “You… brought me food?”

He shrugged and toed off his shoes. He set the doggy bag on your coffee table and sat down. “You’re welcome.”

A small laugh escaped your lips as you smiled. You followed him into the living room as he began unpacking cartons of noodles, stir fry, dumplings, and your favorite, sweet and sour chicken. “Thank you, Bucky. That’s… incredibly thoughtful.”

“Don’t get used to it.” He gave you a small grin before pushing one last carton over to you. “Save me at least one spring roll, will ya?”

You settled onto the couch beside him and grabbed a carton of chow mein, twirling the noodles around a pair of chopsticks.

“So,” you began, filling the comfortable silence that had settled between you. “Almost show time.”

“Show time?”

“The weddings.”

“Oh… right,” he acknowledged, a hint of panic crossing his face.

“Hanna and Aditi’s wedding is shaping up to be quite the affair. The mehndi ceremony alone is going to be stunning. Have you ever been to one?”

Bucky shook his head, chewing thoughtfully. “Can’t say I have. What is it?”

You crossed your legs on the couch and leaned back. “Okay, so it’s a celebration where the bride— brides in this case— and their family and friends get henna designs done on their hands and feet. It’s beautiful! I can’t wait! And there’ll be music, dancing, food— it’s essentially a huge party.”

“Sounds fancy,” he remarked, a faint smirk tugging at his lips.

“It is,” you agreed. “But it’s also really personal. Aditi’s mom has gone all out and hired some really talented artists for the bridal party. Aditi is really stoked, but Hanna… she’s kinda nervous about having to sit still for hours!”

Bucky raised an eyebrow. “Hours?”

“Give or take,” you laughed, indicating that you might have exaggerated the time scale a little. You gestured with your hands, mimicking the delicate patterns. “The designs are really detailed, so it takes a long time, but the results are worth it! It’s like getting a tattoo, but it’s not ink and it’s temporary.”

“That’s… different,” he said, though there was a hint of intrigue in his tone. “What about you? Are you getting one of those designs?”

“Oh, yes! Nothing quite like what the brides will get. Theirs will be different. It’s supposed to be a symbol of good luck and prosperity for the marriage.”

“I see,” he said softly, taking in all the new information.

“I’m glad that mine won’t be so intricate; I don’t think I could still sit for so long!”

“You? Not sitting still?” he teased, his lips twitching into a lopsided grin. “Never would’ve guessed.”

“Ha, ha,” you deadpanned, nudging him with your elbow. “Anyway, I’m excited for them. They deserve all of it.”

Bucky nodded, his gaze softening as he listened. “They’re lucky to have a friend like you.”

You felt your cheeks heat up at the unexpected compliment and quickly steered the conversation back to the wedding. “So, yeah, there’ll be plenty of dancing too. It’s a huge part of the celebrations. But as excited as I am about Hanna and Aditi’s big day, Sarah’s wedding is going to be a whole other challenge.”

His chopsticks paused mid-air as stared at you with raised brows. “What d’ya mean?”

“I mean, we’ll have to dance at that one. It’s kinda expected, you know, couples dancing with the bride and groom to celebrate. And—” you put down your food container and motioned between the two of you, “you and I will have to dance, you know, as part of this whole… fake couple thing.”

Bucky’s expression turned into a scowl. He leaned back and crossed his arms over his chest. “I don’t dance.”

“What?” you asked, your tone rising slightly in disbelief. “Not at all?”

“Not really my thing,” he muttered.

“Oh, come on, Bucky.” You leaned towards him, studying his grumpy features. “It’s not like I’m asking you to audition for Dancing with the Stars. It’s just a slow dance where you stand and sway in time to the music. Do you want to draw attention to our faux-mance?”

You could see his jaw working as he thought about your words, before he looked away, casting you a furtive glance before speaking. “I’m not… good at that kind of stuff.”

“Bucky, are you seriously telling me that fighting aliens is less intimidating than a little two-step?”

“It’s different,” he said defensively, flexing his vibranium fist. “I don’t like drawing attention… not like that.”

“So… what happens if Sam drags you out onto the dance floor?”

“Well, then I’ll just stand there looking like a complete idiot,” he shrugged. “You want your fake boyfriend to embarrass you? Or are you gonna help him out with a rescue?”

“Yeah, I could swoop in and rescue you like the damsel in distress that you’ll come off as. Spin you around and round the dance floor. Have all the boys and girls swooning.”

“Or maybe I’ll scare everyone off with this thing,” he said quietly, looking down at his vibranium arm.

You frowned, catching the hint of unease in his tone. You reached out and took his vibranium hand. “Bucky, no one’s gonna be scared of you. They’ll just think you’re shy.”

He let out a soft, humorless laugh. “Yeah, because shy is the first thing people think when they see me.”

“I thought you knew these people. Sam made it sound like you’d met everyone.”

“Yeah,” Bucky muttered.

“Did they seem scared of you then?”

Bucky didn’t answer, not wanting to give you traction for your argument.

“You’re overthinking it,” you said gently, your gaze lingering on his elegant prosthetic. “They’re not going to be looking at this. They might think you’re a guy who’s a little shy. Everyone’s there to have a good time.”

He hesitated, his fingers fidgeting with the hem of a cushion. “I don’t know, doll. Dancing’s just… not my thing now.”

“You don’t want to let Sam show you up, do you?” you asked with a teasing grin, trying to lighten the mood. 

His lips twitched, almost imperceptibly. “Sam’s not dragging me into anything.”

“Then practice with me,” you urged, stepping closer. “So if the time comes, you’re not completely caught off guard.”

He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “You’re persistent, you know that?”

“It’s one of my best qualities,” you shot back, smiling. Then you leaned towards him, adding softly, “I promise, no one will judge you. Least of all me. Let’s just… be prepared.”

Bucky took a moment to contemplate your words before conceding with a long exhale. “Fine. But if I step on your toes, that’s on you.”

“Deal,” you replied, flashing a triumphant smile. “But don’t blame me if you end up having fun.”

“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves,” he muttered, but the tiniest trace of a smile broke through his usual stoic facade.

In preparation, you’d pushed your coffee tablet to one side, the couch shoved to the other, leaving your apartment looking like a makeshift dance studio. Your phone was balanced precariously on a pile of books, casting a YouTube tutorial onto your TV screen. The instructor’s false cheery voice echoed around the room as you hesitantly followed her instructions over the steps involved in a waltz.

Bucky was leaning against the doorframe, his arms crossed over his chest and a skeptical look on his face. He had made several attempts to postpone your practice session but you had finally pinned him down. He had knocked on your door begrudgingly and now he was criticizing your every movement. He raised an eyebrow as he watched you take another unsteady step as though your clumsiness was fueling his disdain.

“Really?” he muttered, his voice dripping with condescension. “You think this is helping?”

You shot him an irritated glance, adjusting your stance. “It’s not exactly ideal, but it’s the best I can do, Bucky. Now, are you gonna do this with me or stand there and criticize me?”

“Why would I willingly come over and make a fool of myself when you’re doing such a great job all on your own?” he smirked, his eyes giving you a one-over.

You rolled your eyes, fighting to keep your temper in check. You reminded yourself that his hostility was coming from a place of deep discomfort and that you should be happy that he showed up at all. He didn’t strike you as the type of man who enjoyed being pushed outside his comfort zone.

“You might wanna start by fixing your posture. You look like you’re about to fall over.”

A heavy sigh escaped your lips as you straightened up. “Yeah, I’m aware. Thanks for the tip,” you grumbled.

To your surprise, Bucky pushed himself off the doorframe and strode towards you, his eyes looking over your moves with a critical expression. His movements were deliberate and graceful, even though they were currently hidden by a layer of reluctance.

“No, no. You’re supposed to—” He grabbed your hands without warning, adjusting their position, “—hold your arms like this.”

“Like this?” you asked, trying to hide the annoyance you felt at his unsolicited advice.

“Yeah,” he said with a small smirk. “But don’t lean so far back. You look like you’re going to fall off the edge of a cliff. It’s not that hard.”

You rolled your eyes in response, trying not to show how much his jabs were actually affecting you. “I’m doing the best I can here, Bucky. You don’t have to be such a jerk about it.”

His mouth twitched, as if he was trying to hide a smile, and he raised his hands in surrender. “Alright, alright, Princess. Just thought someone with royal blood would be better at this.”

You shot him an unimpressed look. “Yeah, well, I skipped ballroom dancing at the royal academy,” you retorted sarcastically.

He let out a low chuckle. “Clearly.”

You exhaled sharply, frustrated but unwilling to give up. “Fine, if you think you’ve got this all figured out, then show me how it’s done.”

Bucky narrowed his eyes at you, dropping his smirk. He stepped forward, his hand now resting firmly at your waist. “Like this,” he said, taking your hand.

He guided you through each step with surprising precision, each movement smooth and controlled. Your mouth fell open as you realized that Bucky knew exactly what he was doing. His grip was firm but not overbearing, his movements deliberate as he led you seamlessly through the sequence.

You felt a flutter of surprise as you realized that he knew exactly what he was doing. Where the hell had he learned to dance like this?

“Not bad,” you said, after you’d successfully repeated the steps twice. “For a guy who said he doesn’t dance.”

“I said I don’t dance, not that I don’t know how to,” he shrugged.

“What? They teach you this at the super soldier academy?” you snarked.

“They don’t brainwash you for waltzing, Princess,” he shot back facetiously.

You blinked, momentarily thrown by the flippancy of his words. “Right,” you said, fumbling for the right words of response. “Guess that wouldn’t be a top priority skill, huh?” you said lightly, following up with a strained laugh.

Bucky’s expression softened just enough to ease the tension. “Not unless HYDRA was planning a charity ball,” he muttered. He didn’t smile but you could tell he was joking.

You hesitated, then let out a quiet laugh. The tension eased as his lips twitched, almost forming a smile.

“What? Are you saying the bad guys have philanthropic funding?” you teased.

His chuckle was low and reluctant, but it felt like a small victory.

The silence that followed was less strained as he pulled you back into the rhythm of the dance. 

“You’re doing fine. Just keep your eyes up, not on your feet.”

Following his advice, you let your gaze lift to meet his. The room felt quieter somehow, the YouTube instructor’s voice fading into the background as you focused on the rhythm of his movements and the steady grip of his hands. For a moment, the frustration melted away, leaving only the simple act of dancing. You were starting to feel less awkward, Bucky’s presence was steadying as you got lost in the rhythm.

Then, without warning, he spun you.

“Bucky!” you gasped, the action catching you completely off guard. You stumbled, your balance faltering, and you found yourself pressed against his chest.

The world seemed to stop for a moment. Bucky’s arm tightened instinctively around your waist to catch you, and your hands landed splayed across his chest, his steady heart beating beneath your palms. You looked up at him, startled but grateful, only to find his eyes locked on yours, softer than you had seen them all evening.

“Careful,” he murmured.

Your breath hitched and you swallowed to try to push away the lump in your throat. Your mind flashed back to the last time you had been this close to him. And you wondered if he was thinking the same as you noticed the way his hand lingered on your back. For a moment, neither of you moved, the air between you charged with something unspoken. Then, as if realizing the closeness, Bucky released you and took a small step back, clearing his throat.

“You could’ve warned me,” you said, far quieter than you intended.

His lips curved into a faint, almost mischievous smile. “Where’s the fun in that?”

You laughed, the tension breaking, though your cheeks still felt warm.

“You’re… not bad,” he said, scratching his beard. “For a beginner.”

“And you’re not bad for someone who claims they don’t dance.”

His grin widened a fraction, but he didn’t reply. His hands slid into his pockets as he took a small step back, leaving you wondering just how much of that moment had been real… and how much had been an accident.

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“Tickets to the new science exhibit that’s opening this weekend.”

This woman is perfect for you, Bucky!

Also love that Thor let slip about the surprise party! I can see Tony just getting things started when Bucky doesn't show up soon enough.

Birthday Wish

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Summary: Bucky doesn't want to make a big deal out of his birthday, but you want to make it special.

Word Count: Over 2.3k

Warnings: Mutual crush, confessions, humor, light angst, fluff, reference to Bucky's past, Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?)

A/N: Happy birthday to Bucky and this is my first submission for @avengers-assemble-bingo (Card 4B 020 - Square 2 - Birthday Boy). ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by the talented @saradika-graphics. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

Bucky didn’t care to celebrate his birthday. What was there worth celebrating? It was just another day like any other, another year that he got older. Even then, his looks didn’t match his current age. It was strange to look in the mirror and have the appearance of someone so much younger when he was born in 1917. He should’ve been old.

He should’ve left this world a long time ago.

While he was thankful for Steve and his other friends, he did feel a pang in his heart when he thought of his family. The last birthday he got to celebrate with his mom and sisters was before he got shipped off to war. Since then, there were no homemade cakes, no happy singing and jokes about him getting older, no candles to blow out and make a wish.

What would he even wish for today?

“Maybe we can all go out to dinner,” Steve suggested when he brought up Bucky’s birthday. “That could be fun, right?”

He felt bad shrugging in response since his best friend was trying to help him celebrate. “Maybe.”

“Dinner? Jesus, you two really are old men,” Tony commented, typing something into his phone. “Say the word and I’ll throw you a party. Best party you’ve ever had. You can thank me later.”

Bucky didn’t mean to give Tony a grumpy look, but parties were the billionaire’s thing. And while he didn’t mind having the spotlight on him as a younger man, it seemed foreign to him now. “My birthday is tomorrow, which gives you no time to plan a party, and I think I’m good.”

“I’m insulted that you would underestimate me and my connections,” Tony argued.

“No party,” Bucky said. He didn’t want one.

“What do you want to do then?” Sam asked.

Bucky’s brows pinched together. He didn’t really know. “My birthday isn’t a big deal, so I don’t want to make a big deal out of it,” he replied. Something low-key and not the least bit stressful would be nice. “I guess if I had to choose something, I’d like to read a new book and have a piece of chocolate cake with chocolate frosting.”

The guys stared at him, and he waited for Tony to laugh or make another “old man” comment. He didn’t care. It was his birthday they were asking about, so shouldn’t he get to choose what he wanted to do?

“I think that’s really sweet. And chocolate cake with chocolate frosting is delicious.”

Turning toward the soft voice, a smile touched Bucky’s lips and his heart fluttered when he saw you smiling back. The newest member of the team, you always had words of encouragement or a soft smile for him. As kind as you were, you could also kick ass and give Natasha a run for her money. To say he had a bit of a crush on you was an understatement.

“Thanks, doll,” he whispered.

You ducked your head with a giggle before you cleared your throat, making his smile widen. When he let his mind wander he liked to imagine you whimpering or sighing when he whispered that in your ear. If you only knew the things he thought about you, both naughty and nice.

“‘Doll’?” Tony groaned and shook his head. “Barnes, we really need to acclimate you to the modern world because no one with any sense calls anyone ‘doll’.”

His jaw clenched and color rose to his cheeks. Maybe it was a bit old-fashioned, but he liked it and he thought you liked it, too. But if it bothered you…

“You can call me ‘doll’, Bucky,” you assured him. “I don’t mind.”

Bucky could’ve used the opportunity to say something charming or sweet, but he kept the words in his head and gave you a grunt and a nod instead. A fucking grunt and a nod. What the hell was wrong with him? He might as well have given you a high-five and called you “buddy”.

“Okay,” you drew the word out slowly. “I’ll see you guys later!”

While Bucky watched you leave the room, the guys once again stared at him. “Not a fucking word,” he growled when Tony opened his mouth, heading out himself. He didn’t want their pity or their jokes.

With his exceptional hearing, he stopped when Tony muttered, “Tin Man better step up his game because that was painful to watch.”

“I’m old, not dead. I have game,” he mumbled. Well, he used to have game. Times were different now, and so was he. Still, his heart skipped a beat at the thought of you liking him, and maybe he could step up and take a chance.

“Be nice, Tony,” Steve sighed.

“I’ll be nice when he grows a pair and makes a move. Look, we all have eyes and we see how she looks at him.” Bucky felt butterflies in his stomach before Tony continued. “And she’s a stunning creature. Someone will snag her if he doesn’t.”

Bucky clenched his gloved fists. “Lay off the guy,” Sam said. “He’ll make a move when he’s ready.”

“Tomorrow,” Bucky whispered, walking away, determined. He would make a move tomorrow. It would either be the best birthday he could remember or he’d lick his wounds alone in his room and hope you’d still be his friend.

But as luck would have it, he didn’t get to talk to you the next morning.

He swore he saw you rush out of the kitchen with something in hand, but Steve stopped him to wish him a happy birthday. Everyone greeted him throughout the morning with various messages ranging from nice to references of his age. They all made it a point to say something, but he hadn’t seen you at all. Well, he hadn’t seen you or-

“Happy year of birth, Barnes!” Thor shouted. Bucky’s reflexes couldn’t stop the handful of confetti from hitting his face. “Let us celebrate, my friend!”

Bucky spit a piece of confetti out and tried to wipe away the remainder that landed on his face and shirt. “Thanks?”

The god of thunder looked him over. “Wasn’t your hair longer yesterday?” he asked, inhaling when Bucky ran a hand through it. “And are you wearing cologne? Is it for the party?”

“Maybe,” he said under his breath. He had trimmed his hair a bit and spritzed some cologne in the hopes of getting your attention if he bumped into you. It was stupid. “Party? What are you-”

He tensed up for a second when Thor threw an arm over his shoulders. “Stark said you didn’t want a party and I believe it’s meant to be a surprise, so don’t tell him I told you,” he said. Bucky almost snarled. He didn’t want a party. And how the hell did Tony put something together at the last second? “He also planned for it to be earlier in the day because he said you are old and wouldn’t want to stay up late. The man is-”

“Bucky!” you called out from down the hall, making him relax. “Happy birthday.”

“Thanks, doll,” he smiled, happy to finally see you.

“I like your haircut,” you said, gliding across the floor to where they stood and commanding the presence of anyone who looked your way. “It looks great.”

Bucky puffed his chest out, glad that you noticed and liked it. “Thanks, doll.”

“You got…” You smiled and wiped the remainder of confetti from his chest, his heart rate picking up. “Thor, I’m so sorry, but I have to steal Bucky away for a bit. You don’t mind, do you?”

Thor humbly bowed to you, your doe eyed expression getting the blonde to easily bend to your will. Bucky’s hands flexed and for a moment he felt jealous before he remembered Thor wasn’t romantically interested in you. “Not at all. I shall take my leave.”

“Thank you,” you smiled, linking your arm with Bucky’s and gently pulling him away. “Mmm. You smell good, too.”

Bucky hid a smile. “Thanks again,” he said, happy that he made the call to wear it. “Hey, Tony isn’t really throwing me a party, is he?”

You winced. “Yeah, he’s throwing something,” you confirmed. Bucky was going to have a chat with him later. “I tried to talk him out of it, but he didn’t listen to me.”

“I appreciate you trying,” he said, pulling you closer to his side. It meant a lot.

“Which is why I wanted to steal you away for a bit so you could have some peace and quiet.”

You guided him to the tower library which was one of his favorite areas. When he wasn’t training or hanging out in his room, he was usually there. “What is that?” he asked when he saw the CLOSED FOR MAINTENANCE sign on the doors.

“Oh, I did that so no one would come in,” you winked, opening the doors so he could go inside. “Tada! Happy birthday!”

Bucky’s mouth fell open when he saw the small set up in the corner. There was a book with a bow sitting on the chair and a piece of chocolate cake with chocolate frosting with a single candle on the table beside it. “Did you… Did you do this for me?” he asked, his chest getting tight. It was exactly what he asked for.

“Yeah. You said you didn’t want to make a big deal out of your birthday, and I thought you deserved to have the kind of birthday you wanted. So, a slice of cake and a new book it is,” you smiled, a bounce in your step when you went to light the candle for him. “But I may have gotten you one more thing.”

“And what’s that?” he asked. You had already gone above and beyond for him. There was nothing you needed to get him.

“Tickets to the new science exhibit that’s opening this weekend.”

His chest felt tight again. He mentioned to you in passing that he wanted to go to the museum to see the new science exhibit. His love of science was something that hadn’t died, but hadn’t gotten around to buying tickets yet. You really paid attention to him and cared, didn’t you?

Your smile faltered just a bit when he kept staring. “I hope it’s okay that I did that. I really wanted you to have a nice birthday and you mean a lot to me and…” you trailed off as if you didn’t mean to say that.

God, he wanted you to mean it.

“It’s more than okay, thank you,” he swallowed, making his way over to you. “And did you say I mean a lot to you?” he asked because he had to hear you say it again.

You bit your lip and he wanted to bite your lip, too. “Yeah, you do.”

Hearing that was one of the best birthday gifts you could give him. “You mean a lot to me, too,” he confessed. You meant everything. “You’re amazing, do you know that?”

There was that giggle again that he loved. “Oh, I’m not, but thank you.”

“Yes, you are,” he whispered. You were the most amazing woman he knew. “I think that candle’s about to go out.”

The flame glowed in your eyes when you held up the plate and he felt lost in the best way. “Then you better make a wish.”

A charming smile crossed his face. “I can’t blow out my candle until someone sings ‘Happy Birthday’,” he teased.

Bucky expected you to protest when you opened your mouth. “Happy birthday to you.” He exhaled as you sang, your smoothe tone sending tingles down to his toes. “Happy birthday to you.”

Taking a step closer he placed a hand on your hip, your voice turning a bit breathy. It was beautiful. Everything about you was beautiful. He didn’t think he could fall any harder for you, but he was falling more and more each day.

“Happy birthday, dear Bucky…” You peered at him through your lashes. Looking back at you, he felt like he had something worth celebrating. “Happy birthday to you.”

With a gentle breath he blew the candle out and took the plate from your hands with ease. He heard both of your hearts beating faster, and he saw hope in your eyes. He gazed back at you, silently asking for permission. He wanted to kiss you, wanted you to be his girl.

Bucky wanted his birthday wish to come true.

“Doll…” he breathed.

It wasn’t until you nodded that he closed the distance and pressed his lips to yours. He took his time, savoring the feel of your mouths together. It was perfect, a moment he’d never forget.

“Wow,” you whispered when he pulled away. “That was amazing.”

“Yeah?” he smiled.

“Yeah,” you smiled back. “And I’m thankful it was a kiss you gave me instead of a grunt and a nod.”

Bucky laughed. “I can still give you a grunt and a nod,” he teased, touching your warm cheek. “And you know, since it’s my birthday and you said I should celebrate how I want, I think it’s only fair that I get 108 kisses.”

“Sergeant Barnes, are you really asking me for 108 kisses?”

“To start,” he smirked. “And it’s a good excuse to skip the party,” he added, going back in for another when you giggled.

He’d ask you after to stay with him while he read and shared the piece of cake. You’d tell him that you made it from scratch and hurried out of the kitchen so the gang wouldn’t eat it. He’d explain that he cut his hair and put on cologne for you in the hopes of attracting your attention which you told him he already had. And before the night was over, he’d ask you to go to the exhibit with him and to be his girl.

A birthday wish come true.

Have I told you lovelies how much I appreciate you? Because I do. Happy birthday, Bucky Barnes! Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

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"Wₕₒ Dᵢd ₜₕᵢₛ ₜₒ Yₒᵤ?"

Based off the troupe..."who did this to you?" with the one and only Bucky Barnes. Top vote from my poll! <3

warnings: blood, violence, guns, graphic descriptions of wounds/first aid, reader has a needle phobia (so maybe I'm a little self-indulgent I'm just a girl), John Walker (I fucking hate him! <3)

I pant as I look around me, three unconscious men bleeding onto the pavement. John is just down the ally, getting repeatedly punched in gut as two men hold him, the burliest looking one smiling as he forces his fist forward. Blood trickles down my lip, body bruised and nicked by far too many knifes. This wasn't supposed to happen--like at all. I had been walking down the street after going on a solo-intel mission, leaving Sam, Bucky and Zemo at the apartment. That was until John found me after tracking my phone. He was trying to get me to reason with him, convince the boys and I to team up with him and Lamar. I rolled my eyes and waved him off, but he followed me into the alleyway anyways. Seems like someone was following him too.

I suck in a breath as my hand grazes over my side, hand covered in blood as I looked at it. "Fuck," I muttered, pulling my phone out of my pocket. It was completely cracked, the home screen flickering on before the phone let out a quiet crack! the screen going dark. I sigh, eyes peering back over at John. He was slumped on the ground, the men still throwing punches at him. I wanted to walk away, let him suffer the consequences of his own misfortune, but a voice in the back of my head told me to help. With all the energy I had left, I pull my gun from my back pocket, walking down the ally with my gun drawn at the men. "Hey, dickheads!" I yelled, pausing their beating momentarily. John weakly stands up, slipping out of the alleyway as they are distracted. "This doesn't involve you," the burley one said, rolling up his sleeves. I groan as I see John leave, rolling my eyes for believing he would clean up his own mess. "Yeah, well, you attacked me, so beat it before I put a fucking bullet in your head, yeah?" I say, clicking the safety off. The men only grin, however their antics are cut short as one of them gasps at the missing Captain America. They run out of the alleyway to search for him, a grateful sigh leaving my exhausted lips. I started to feel weak from the blood loss, placing the gun back in my pocket. Luckly, I wasn't too far from the apartment.

I quietly limp down the street, exhaling as the apartment comes into view. I could already tell what they were going to say. Sam would be concerned, Bucky would be ready to head straight back out there to beat someone's ass, and Zemo would merely smirk and drink his Turkish tea. I hobble up the steps, a painful groan leaving my lips as blood continued to seep through my shirt. I grasp the door handle, using it to keep myself upright, hand clutching my side to help contain the bleeding. The door clicks as it opens, swinging forward. I forced myself to stand up right (as well as I could), limping into the apartment. Zemo sees me first, after all he was still sitting on the couch, smirking as he sets his tea down on the coffee table. Sam sees me second, eyes growing wide as his brows furrow together. "Shit girl, what did you get yourself into?" He asks, walking over to me to help me stand. I groan as my hand slips from my wound, biting my already bleeding lip. Bucky sees me third after glancing up from pouring his drink, quickly setting the glass down on the counter. "What the hell happened?" Bucky asks, giving me a once over as Sam helps me sit up on the counter. My eyes flutter closed as my body's energy feels drained, body slumping forward slightly. Bucky catches me, pressing his hand where my hand fell off of my side. Sam heads to the bathroom to get the first aid kit, a sigh leaving his lips. "Hey, wake up sweetheart, don't fall asleep," Bucky says, lifting my chin up with his other hand, watching as my eyes try to flutter back open. I swallow, groaning as he presses tighter onto my wound. "Sam? You plan on bringing that over here anytime soon?" He asks, anger bubbling up inside him. Sam sets it down on the counter next me, popping it open as he scans the contents. He grabs the wrap of gauze, unraveling it slightly. Bucky lifts the side of my blood-soaked shirt up, a slight tick in his jaw at the sight of my wound.

Sam helps wrap it tight around my waist, a sharp cry leaving my lips as he wraps it tight. "Fuck, Sam-" I cry, tears prickling at the corners of my eyes. "Bloods soaking through too much, need to stitch it up." Sam says, grabbing the needle and thread as Bucky unravels the gauze. As Sam pulls the thread through the needle, my eyes go wide. "Hey, hey, what are you doing? You are not sticking that thing in me, absolutely not," I gasp, reaching up to Bucky's hands to tug my shirt back down. Bucky stops me from doing so, grabbing my chin to force me to look at him. "Yes, we absolutely are," he says firmly, glaring at me. I get lost in his stormy eyes, completely unaware that Sam as stuck the needle into the first stitch. However, as I realize, a sharp cry leaves my lips, tearing falling down my cheeks at a rapid pace. Bucky cradles my face as he forces me to look away from the blood and needle, using his thumbs to gently wipe away my tears. "Almost done," Sam says, pulling the last thread through. Sobs racked through my body as my legs, arms, back aches in all places, eyes trying to say focused on Bucky's. As Sam wraps the gauze around me once again, Bucky lets go of my face and goes to wash his hands. Blood washes down the drain, a quiet thank you escaping my lips as Sam finishes wrapping me up. "I know you don't like needles y/n, sorry about that." He says, giving me a small smile as glances at Zemo, who has watched the whole ordeal in amusement. My bloody hands clutch the sides of the counter, swallowing as the tears stop flowing. Bucky comes over with a glass of water, picking my hand up as he places it in my hands. A silent command to drink it.

I oblige, closing my eyes as the cool liquid seeps down my dry throat. Bucky goes to wet a towel, glancing at Sam who goes to clean his hands. I set the water down, sighing quietly as Bucky comes back over. He holds my chin, dabbing the wet towel to the gash on my brow. "Who did this to you?" He asks firmly, attention still focused on the task at hand. I take a breath, tongue poking out to wet my bottom lip. "John followed me, men followed him. Guess some people don't like the new Captain America." I watch as Bucky stops his movements, lips pressed into a thin line. After searching my eyes for a moment, he returned his focus onto the wound. "Where is he," He asks, not even batting an eyelash. He was angry, it was obvious. He tried to remain calm, but I could read him like a book. "Ran off somewhere. If they hadn't noticed he slipped when I held a gun at their heads, they probably would have tried to kill me," wincing as the cloth touched my wound. He was furious, picking up my hand to press the cloth to my bloody knuckles. "I would have killed them though," I let out a dry laugh, glancing at his focused face. "Always been good with a gun," I tease, letting out a groan as he pressed on my knuckles a little harder than needed.

"Yeah, well, I won't miss when I put a gun to John's head." He says, setting the cloth down on the counter as he heads towards the door.

[geeeemmmmmmm]

"I have waited for this"

Summary:You and Bucky whom you dislike immensely are paired up on a mission and have to share a room with him. Who knows what could happen..

Warnings:Very bland enemies to lovers, banter, fluff, one bed trope(idk I think I wrote it following that trope loosely)

A/N:I know very cliche tropes but I haven't tried them and wanted to give it a shot so expect this to be quite bad aha! As always sorry for any mistakes and enjoy!

WC:2.3K(I got carried away)

Chatter filled the conference room at the tower; Tony was growing more agitated with being ignored by everyone "Hey, Let's focus here we actually have some important things to go over. Can you guys just hear me out for a minute?" he called out in the toughest voice he could muster up. The chatter came to a sudden halt as everyone looked at Tony finally ready to listen as if you all were in a primary school classroom. "Ahem, as we all know Thano's followers, the Black Order have scurried their way here. Bruce and I will be tracking them from here but we need some of you guys to try and keep an eye on them, we don't want to attack just yet." You nodded along processing what Tony had just told you guys before he began on again "We all need to be split up into groups to observe them all. Natasha and Steve, are you two willinging to be on watch duty for Cull Obsidian?". Steve and Natasha happily looked at each other then at Tony to confirm as he nodded back. 

"Y/N and Bucky, you two being the last ones left, can you please observe Proxima Midnight?" that statement from Tony jolted you awake like nothing before. You and Bucky were not friends, barely teammates in your mind. Something about him just rubbed you the wrong way since the day you met him and you kept strong on that feeling and he seemed to match that energy alongside you whether it be calling out snarky comments to each other during training sessions or just pushing past harshly as you walked past each other in the halls. The worst part of this situation is that you can't even ask anyone to switch partners with you because you fell asleep while the others' names were being called. It was a common occurrence for you to doze off and you had been repeatedly told by Steve that if you fall asleep again, there'd be consequences. You thought to yourself that this must be a punishment from last time as you remembered how you snored at the table, in front of everyone and you figured Steve must have got Tony to help him get his payback by pairing you with Bucky. This mission being a serious one you didn't want to be yelled at in-front of everyone, especially Bucky.

Everyone hurried off together chattering as they scurried off to wherever their member of the Black Order is currently, leaving you and Bucky sitting at opposite ends of the table glaring at each other before he snapped "Let's get going then the drive to New Jersey isn't that bad but I don't want traffic" you bit your tongue and just nodded not wanting to ruin this mission even more before it even starts. Quickly you ran to your room to pack your duffle bag, not even sure how much you needed because you fell asleep while that was being covered so you just guessed hoping 3 days worth of clothes and toiletries was enough. 

"Chop chop Barnes" you called out to him irritated that he rushed you while not even being ready himself while you pounded on his door tapping your foot impatiently. "What? I'm here aren't I?" you heard as his door opened swiftly making you take in the sight of Bucky smiling at you trying his best to taunt you just as he swung his bag over his metal arm - you hated how good he looked in that black shirt that somehow hugged everyone of his muscles and made his eyes shine like diamonds. After everyone else left to begin their mission properly, you and Bucky finally embarked on yours. The lift ride down was awkward as you two stood side by side trying to not look at each other "Whose car are we taking?" "Mine, I am the gentleman after all" he sneered back watching you roll your eyes and walk out of the lift the moment those doors opened.

The hour 40 minute drive was... something to say the least. The radio was the only thing in reach to try help the ride there but of course Bucky would make it his mission to make you annoyed, you tried multiple times to turn it on but he just swatted your hand away, not even looking at you while he kept his left arm on the wheel completely unphased. "I'll turn it on only if I pick the station!" he declared trying his hide his amusement at your bland reply of "Didn't know winter soldiers even listen to music" noticing how you shrugged and gazed out the window just happy to get a distraction to keep you from sneaking glances at Bucky's arms. Static suddenly blasted from the stereo "oops guess the station is down, might as well keep it on to see if it comes back" he said nonchalantly just waiting to see your reaction. You managed to stay silent just grimacing as the static pierced your ears. 5 minutes was all you could handle with that horrible noise filling the car "Seriously how can you listen to this noise I can't even handle it with normal hearing how can you do it with super soldier hearing?" you gave in and asked him. Truth be told Bucky hated the static in his ears too, it felt like it was gripping his brain but he just needed an excuse for you to somehow talk to him. "Really? I love this sound! But I suppose I can turn it off since I'm such a nice guy" he said with the cheekiest grin on his face as he looked over at you. You can’t help but laugh about how much charm he has, even to you.

The car doors slammed as you two climbed out almost in sync. Just thankful to be out of Bucky's car you stretched your arms and took in the fresh air. "Guess this is where we are staying" "Guess so." you replied to him carefully reaching for your bag in the trunk before Bucky got his. Since you guys had left later than everyone else and had a slightly longer drive it was about 6:45PM when you arrived to the hotel, you headed into the main office of the small 3 story hotel not expecting to be greeted by a very cheerful receptionist sitting at her desk "How can I be of service today" she said with a bright smile "Just one room with 2 beds for about 3 days please" you told her, still not sure exactly on how long this mission was meant to be. "Oh dear me! We only have one room left with one bed, will that be ok?" she asked, still in that bright tone she started with "Oh uhm yea that should be fine" you sheepishly replied to her not wanting to delay your mission any further for finding a new hotel. You paid and got your room key, you strolled over to Bucky who didn't look too happy as he held his bag in hand waiting outside. "You heard?" Bucky just nodded in reply. 

"I think we are on the second floor" you said while looking at the faded blue paint job that clung weakly to the bricks making up the hotel. "Let's go and get changed then" Bucky said, somehow not being able to come up with some comment to annoy you. The stairs creaked as you and Bucky trudged up even only going up 2 floors.The stairs did not feel the most secure but you just shrugged it off. The key you were given struggled to fit into the lock but it managed as you shoved the door open, taking in the sight of the double bed in the corner of the room with a very little couch in the other. "Hope you didn't have your hopes up for what this room would be" you tried to make light of how awkward the sleeping situation will be. The room was not the most inviting, yes but at least it had a bathroom, a very small one but hey least it had a shower, sink and toilet you thought to yourself as you tried to figure out what that musky smell was that lingered in the hall. 

You splashed some cold water on your face in the bathroom as you stopped and walked out into the room upon hearing Bucky talk on the phone "Yes I'll tell her" he replied then hung up. "Bruce said the tracking system they are using back at home has had an error so it's best we just sit tight tonight and prepare to start tomorrow morning." He told you in a calm tone "Oh ok then, I'll just get changed into my pyjamas then". Shit the only pajamas you brought were 2 pairs of very tiny shorts and a lace tank top, you cursed yourself for not doing your laundry and you vowed to always double check what you have packed from now on. You creeped the bathroom door open peeking out to see if Bucky had changed and he did just into some boxers clearly not caring what he was wearing, he noticed as you softly stepped out trying to stop himself from looking and thinking about how gorgeous you looked. He'd only really seen you in either training gear or just some casual clothes but to be fair he never went out with the other avengers so he hasn't seen you dolled up, not that it mattered he's always found you beautiful. 

"So uhm who's sleeping where?" you asked him looking at the options you had which were the double bed or the ground. "I'll just take the ground" Bucky replied 'Are you sure Buck? I can sleep there I don't mind" you tried to reason with him, you disliked him immensely sure but you weren't a horrible person so of course you volunteered for the worse option. "You have to get your beauty sleep so take the bed" you didn't feel like bickering so you just crawled into bed chucking him a pillow and the blanket which sat on the end of the bed. It was about 7:30PM and you were knackered so you pulled the thin duvet over you."Night" you whispered to Bucky who was trying to get comfy "Night, pretty" he whispered back "That's a new name for me now huh" you responded "What if I mean it?" he teased. A laugh escaped your lips at his reply and how bold it was, even for Bucky as you got comfortable and tried to sleep but if the universe hadn't cursed you enough today, you discovered there was no heater and it was incredibly cold and the duvet provided felt like tissue paper against the cold. After what felt like hours you heard a movement in the room but you just figured it was Bucky in his sleep  so you shut your eyes again and tried to think of anything to help you fall asleep. 

"What's got you tossing and turning? It's keeping me up." Bucky said as he broke the silence in the icy cold room "Just cold" you mumbled as you yet again turned yourself into a ball trying to generate some heat. "Will this help?" he said as you just tried to see what he was doing in the darkness before you felt weight on the bed as it embraced you before you could even react. Bucky had crawled into your bed and pulled you on his chest - no words could even come out of your mouth. 

He had fully stunned you, you managed to speak after what felt like forever "Why are you doing this, I thought you hated me" you questioned him not sure if you should sink into the embrace you'd never thought you'd like or squirm away and end up scaring him away. "One, your cold and you're tossing and turning kept me up, two I've never hated you, in fact I've always thought you hated me so I tried to match your energy but I tried to show that I’ve always liked you" he admitted. 

His arms around your waist loosened as you pulled back to look at him and mustered up the confidence to speak "Buck, I never hated you. I think we just got off on the wrong foot and I never tried to fix that and I’m sorry for being rude and hiding behind hostility but I do want to admit... I have always liked you even if I've hid it behind hostility" it felt so great to get this off your chest and you are pretty sure if you had a chance to admit your crush on Bucky being in his arms would be the best chance you've got.

"Well that's great because I do like you too" he gave you a big cheesy smile even though it was dark in the room you could see his smile shine through the darkness. You went for it, you don't know how you got the courage but you found his lips in the darkness and kissed him trying to capture your love for him in it as he kissed you back with passion as if he was craving this from you. He pulled back first to your surprise and rested his forehead against yours as you two caught your breath again "Do you know how long I've waited for this?" "Patience is a virtue" you giggled while you replied as you cuddled up on his chest again letting the biggest smile sit on your face. A couple minutes of comfortable silence passed "How are you so warm, I was freezing before you climbed in" you questioned. "Super soldier serum I guess" Bucky mumbled back sleepily before saying quickly "Go back to sleep I'm tired" as he nuzzled his face into your hair. "Only because I like you Barnes" you whispered back, hearing a slight chuckle come from him before sleep took him over as soft snores emitted from him.

You finally fell asleep happy in the one man's arms you never thought you'd end up in but this was the one of the best night's you'd had in a while.

A/N:Hope this wasn't too bad of a read, I am always open to feedback because I am still quite unfamiliar with this style of writing and I do want to improve:) FYI I did write this late last night so there's probs some mistakes I missed when rereading it but hope you all enjoyed and thank you for reading <333

[sun-kissy]

bucky barnes who doesn’t trust unless it comes to you. whose eyes soften at the sight of you, because his heart knows that it’s okay to let his guard down. he believed the world always had its claws out to get him, until he fell straight into your gentle arms. he tells you the word love meant nothing to him until you came along.

bucky barnes who would live for you. the winter soldier would kill for anyone, the white wolf would die for anyone, but bucky would live for you. he’s never believed in fate, but if it wasn't destiny that brought you to him, he doesn’t know what it was. he thinks maybe it was all worth it, the trauma and the scars and the pain, if it all lead up to the moment when you told him i love you.

bucky barnes who searches for you even in nightmares, screams your name till his lungs burn with self-hatred. you’re his safe space, his home. he’s drawn back to wakefulness as soon as he feels your touch, the gentleness of your breath on his skin like an aching balm to his wounds. he’ll never stop apologising for the burden that comes with his affection, yet he won’t ever stop loving you.

bucky barnes who thinks of hurting you as no less than a sin. who believes even pulling out a single strand of your hair is a hundred times worse than every murder committed as the winter soldier. because what’s a few dozen people in comparison to his whole universe?

bucky barnes who wakes up a little earlier in the morning; not to see the sun rise, but to watch the soft rays dapple your face. he thinks you look angelic, the golden hue painting you in so much beauty that he feels blessed; wonders if he ought to start praying to gods he never once believed in.

bucky barnes who tells you he loves you more times than he can count. whose voice is hardened from years of tortured, ragged cries; but the word doll tumbles out of his lips like soft petals when he looks at you. he knows seven different tongues, and is fluent in every single one. he claims that none of them have the words to describe how you make him feel.

bucky barnes who kisses like a hungry dog, like there’s an ache in his soul that can only be filled by the feeling of your lips on his, skin to skin. he believes the sole purpose of his metal arm is to pin you to the wall. roughness is the only form of love he’s ever known.

bucky barnes who buys you everything you talk about in passing, who takes you out wherever your heart yearns to go, who kisses your knuckles with the softest touch of his lips. he inhales when you exhale at night to make space for the rise of your chest. he only ever holds your hand with his non-metal one so as to not hurt you. he traces your features while you sleep. he loves you with the full force of the word, because you’re his girl.

bucky barnes who could never unlove you, would never want to. even if the strings of his soul were tied to another, he would cut them off and run straight to you.

[buckyalpine]

18+ Minors dni. Buckys innocent neighbor who bakes him cookies and muffins just cause. The girl next door who has the coziest apartment he's ever been in. Shelves filled with books along with plenty of comfy blankets decorating the couches. Bucky has his own place right across but home is with her (even if she doesn't know it yet).

She's the type of girl he's going to take his time with, asking her out on a date, just coffee and a walk in the park. Nothing more than a kiss on her cheek at the end of the night. Another date. Dinner. Another kiss to her other cheek. He wouldn't dare rush anything, especially not someone as soft and sweet as her.

He feels like such a dirty little pervert when he thinks about her afterwards when he's alone in bed, all the blood in his body rushing south, and fuck he's so hard. He tries to ignore it, he didn't want to do something so debauched by thinking of her like that, he even tries to think about his grocery list, laundry, he'd probably wash his arm later, it would probably be fine in the dishwasher-

Nothing worked.

He groans, shuffling and kicking his sweats off, hissing when his hand goes down to tug at his aching cock, relief flooding his veins at the sensation. He lets his mind wander to how adorable she'd be, the way he'd take her apart in the most gentle way. Lay her against the pillows while he holds those soft thighs apart, giving her the most feather light suckles on that perfect clit, basking in all the sounds she'd make. He strokes himself faster thinking about the way he'd get her ready to take all of him. How he'd make it so good for her-shit he was going to blow-maybe if he was lucky, one day she'd let him put his cock in her mou-

"Fuck!!" Bucky threw his head back, spurts of cum shooting from his sensitive head, his post orgasm haze leaving him feeling like a filthy old man. She were here making him baked treats and he was jerking his dick off like a sick fuck.

Then the night finally comes. Bucky is ready to cuddle and nothing else but he's thrown off because never in his wildest fantasies did he expect this.

She is the girl who sends him reeling the first time he takes her clothes off one by one revealing dark ink on her back and hips. He has to suppress a growl, his eyes growing wide at the scantily clad lace that covers her body.

"Like what you see, Sergeant?" she practically purrs in his ear while he lets his han ghost over her bare skin, his chest heaving when his eyes fall to her perfect breasts, hints of silver peeking from under her lingerie, there was no way-

"Can I?" He asks breathlessly, his hand reaching behind to unclasp the bra, those pretty pierced nipples begging to be sucked.

Bucky who turns into a fucking menace, his entire world flipping upside down when she grinds down on his crotch not hiding exactly what she needs from him. He doesn't even have the ability to hide how feral he is, letting all his inhibitions slip.

-

"My little bunny's a slut, fuck, c'mere" He grabs you and tosses you over his shoulder, hauling you over to his bedroom like an untamed beast, tossing you onto his bed with no remorse. You're in nothing but your panties which he rips right off, your thighs squeezing together at the way he stalks over to you, his hungry eyes raking up and down your body without an ounce of shame. He tugs his sweats down to reveal his leaky cock, stroking it at the edge of his bed after tossing his shirt off.

"See this baby? Been fuckin' stroking and touching myself like a fuckin' teenager because of you-" He throws off his pants before climbing onto the bed and kneeling between your thighs, spreading them apart with his knees, "-and you've been here lookin' like God damn sin under those cute little sweaters"

He flicks his cockhead against your clit, humming at the clear beads of his arousal that drip onto your cunt.

"Fuck James, need more, pl-"

"Nuh uh, what was that you called me earlier, sweets?" He lets out a dark chuckle, the veins in his cock throbbing as he tightly holds the base, waiting to hear it again.

"Sergeant" you whine with mischief in your eyes and Bucky is a goner. He'll taste you later and most definitely feed you his cock another day but right now he wants to be nowhere else other than your pussy. He wants to watch you take every bit of him, rolling over to lay on his back while you straddle him, his length slotted against your cunt. He holds it up for you with a cocky look on his face, moaning when his tip breeches your tight pussy, your walls gripping his swollen, pink head.

"That's just the tip baby, c'mon, sit on it, wanna put all of my dick in you, that's it, good girl-shittt"

"Oh fuccckk,s'big" You moan feeling the stretch as you sink all the way down, panting and staying still while you adjust to his size.

"That's it bunny, that's it, ride me, ride your Sergeant" He grabs you by the hips, guiding you to grind down on him, making you feel his entire cock in your stomach. "You're a slut for big dick aren't you baby, acting all cute and shy when all you really wanted was the winter soldier's cock"

Bucky wasn't even sure where all the filth spewing from his mouth was even coming from but he couldn't stop.

"S'that it bunny? Say it baby, tell me how much you wanted my fat cock in you"

"Wanted it! F-cuk Sergeant, wanted your cock s-o-so bad!!"

"Fuck yes!!" His feet plant to meet your bounces, his hips thrusting up, slamming his entire length into you. "M'close, fuck bunny, gonna cum already, I can't hold it-

He doesn't have time to be embarrassed. You feel to good. He rubs your clit needing you to cum all over him so he can let go.

"Please, cum all over Sergeants cock baby, give it to me, be a good girl n'cum, c'mon, cum on my dick, yes, oh fuck yes I can feel it-milk it, shit touch my balls-"

You nearly collapse as your orgasm starts to wash over you, his sponge head hitting the most sensitive parts against your walls while he toys with your clit. His voice is muffled as you start to feel waves of pleasure consume you but you head just enough to reach behind, rubbing his heavy, so full of cum ba-

"FUUUCCCCKKK" He grabs you and wraps his arms around your body while he relentlessly thrusts up, biting down on your shoulder while he lets out the sluttiest, loudest moan with 0 remorse. It feels too good and he's sure the neighbors can hear but honestly, everyone should know how amazing it feels.

-

"I got you pretty baby" Bucky coos as you nuzzle into the crook of his neck, a shiver running through you while you float in bliss. Bucky pulls the covers up, deciding to cuddle up with you for a bit before running a shower, his previous demeanor replaced with the far less debauched version of him.

Anyway, just an idea. Also, it's past my bedtime.