#Bucky Barnes x desi reader

[happypopcornprincess]

Hello pookies I'm back!!!

Now, who's ready for a Joaquin Torres x afab reader oneshot with...

SHIELD agent FL who banters wit Bucky

One Bed Trope

Joaquin being a cutie

Slowburn romance

FL is related to an Avenger (I won't tell who lol)

ANGST

Heavy make out seshhh. And I mean the word... HEAVY

fighting montage

and some more tropes that I hope y'all like.

well, let me know what y'all think, hope to post it soon <3 see you guys!!!

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[itsprashimusic]

A Barnes Birthday

Summary - You are celebrating baby barnes' birthday, which is on the same day as your husband's birthday.

Pairings - Bucky Barnes x wife!Reader

W/C - 1.3k

Warnings - fluff, little cussing...i think, no use of y/n, your baby's name is not mentioned, neither is there any description of you or the baby. let me know if i missed anything. Happy reading<3

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At around 4 am you awoke, bursting with excitement. It was your baby's first birthday. And also, one of your husband's. It was difficult for you to fall asleep in the first place, so you thought you might as well get up from your light, restless sleep and get things ready for the day.

Knowing Bucky, he would most likely be knocked out asleep by now and wouldn't wake up till around 8:30 - 9 am. Normally your husband tends to be a light sleeper, but off late he has been sleeping like a log and you hope that carries on to tonight as well. You prayed to the universe he would not wake up when you silently moved out of bed.

First things first you freshened up, ate a quick meal and started decorating the house. Thankfully earlier in the day your baby managed to exhaust himself to a point where he would sleep the whole night without waking up once. You got streamers and balloons out of a box. Some easy to clean up confetti. You gritted your teeth as you tried to move the heavy couch around. You strong husband would have been useful here if this wasn't for his birthday.

You gave up on trying to blow the balloons and decided to bake the cake to get rid of some steam. Figuring out what Bucky would like was not that hard. Ever since Oreo came out, he has absolutely loved it. And with oreo having so many variations now-a-days than just biscuits, it's been the only thing Bucky eats when he wants a snack. Not the healthiest option but the man likes it and needs to eat.

You found a very simple oreo cake that you could make. You got started on making it. Flour, milk, butter, oreo biscuits obviously. By around 6 am the cake was in the oven getting ready. With nothing left to do, you got back to decorating. But there was an issue. You still needed to move the couch to another location.

At that exact moment your phone started ringing loudly. You ran to the kitchen and answered it, mentally kicking yourself for putting in on vibrate. You just hoped Bucky had not woken up. Thankfully he had not. Putting the phone to your ear you whispered-yelled into it, "What?!"

"I get it that you forgot to put your phone on silent?" Sam chuckled on the other side of the line. You blew an irritated breath out as you rolled your eyes. "Yes, I did. You need something Sam, cuz I'm kinda busy with trying to move my heavy ass couch."

"How about you open the door first and then we can figure out if I need something."

You moved from the kitchen to the front door and opened it to reveal a smirking Sam Wilson on the other side. You lowered the phone from your ear, cutting the call. "You son of a-" you say shaking your head a bit, a smile making it way onto your face. You both go in for a quick hug and you invite him inside. Not that he needed the invitation. He practically lived there at this point.

"What are you doing here at this ridiculous hour in the morning?"

"Helping you prepare for a double-birthday party." You didn't know how any man could be as generous as Sam Wilson. It was just a little past 6 in the morning and here he was in your house ready to lend a helping hand in getting your home ready for a birthday party. You smiled a grateful smile and told him about the couch and where you needed help in moving it. He hung his jacket on the coat hanger and got to helping you with whatever you needed.

You left in the middle to bring the cake out of the oven and let it cool. By that time the couch was moved along with some more furniture, balloons were hung and so were some streamers. With the extra help you were able to have the house decorated by 7 am with snacks and everything else ready. That was when you heard some cries coming from the bedroom. Realising that your son was awake, you quickly headed to the room to sooth him before Bucky woke up with the sound.

Bucky was dead asleep. A small part of you was worried with how deep his sleep was, but you knew it meant he was sleeping peacefully. "Hi my baby!" you greeted your son with a soft voice. "You're awake, yes. It's your first birthday." you said while cuddling him. He needed that after he woke up. His cries died down; he was wide awake and cheery. "Yes, its papa's birthday too. We'll wish him later, first let's get you ready for this double birthday."

You got to work bathing him and dressing him up in some adorable but comfortable clothes which would be easy to clean. Sam had headed back to his place to freshen up a bit before your son woke up. It was now past 8 am and you were getting dangerously close to when Bucky would wake up. You took 20 minutes for yourself to look presentable since there would be photos.

Bucky woke up just as you finished changing your clothes. "Doll?" he called out when you weren't found in his sight. "Coming." you replied and walked out of the closet he had built for you. Before fatherhood, Bucky had a big passion for construction. It kept him busy, allowed him do something for you and learn some new skills in the process.

"Happy birthday honey." you say with a smile. "How old are you turning today?" you joke, tilting your head to the side. He opened his arms and pulled you in for a hug. "Ha ha very funny. But thank you." saying the first part with mock annoyance, he pulled away and just stared at you for a good 10 seconds before he asked, "Where's the little one?" You said nothing and just smiled, gesturing him to follow you.

You jogged out of the room making him chase after you. You pick up your son who was waiting with Sam in the living room and stood there waiting for your husband. He walked in and Sam set off a confetti popper in his face which surprised for a second but then he hugged Sam. Bucky pulled back, looked around and then at you holding your son. You took the baby out of your arms and kissed him all over his tiny adorable face.

Bucky wasn't a man of many words and preferred to show his gratitude in actions rather than words. He pulled you close and just kissed the top of your head. You left his side when Sam came closer, "Happy birthday man, and happy birthday little man!" You then came out of the kitchen with the cake and lit candles and set it down on the table. In the moment Bucky couldn't be any more grateful for his little family. You, his son and Sam. They were his motivation for everything he did.

The candles were blown out and the cake was cut and fed to everyone. Your son got to devourer whatever cake was left on an already dirty towel laid on the floor. Sam played the role of a photographer for free, only because it was his nephew's birthday.

"it's been a year already." you say.

"Time flies fast, no?" he held you by his side as you both watch lovingly as Sam plays with your son. Bucky still remembers the time when you were pregnant with him, the random cravings you would have and the mood swings from time to time. There were a few hellish moments, but they were all worth it. Reminiscing about the past only made you more appreciate the present moments even more and anticipate the future.

"Happy birthday once again J."

Bucky didn't reply. But he did kiss you deeply.

A/N - this has been sitting in my drafts since 2022😐 I wanted to get this out. It started as a random idea which took me forever to write. Hope you enjoyed reading.

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[pearlbelongstobucky]

Aaja Piya, Tohe Pyaar Dun.....

POV- Bucky, the formal Winter soldier, who never thought he'd ever be worthy of anything good in his entire life because all of the blood that he has on his hands, seeking comfort in arms of someone who he considers as his home.

Warnings- None

Alotssss of Fluff and soft Bucky (Shh, let him have some rest common)

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~Kis liye tu, itna udaas?...Sukhe sukhe honth, ankhiyon me pyaas~

Bucky, who had lived his life as a monster, defined by the horrors of his past and the monster he himself and the world saw him as. But when he spilled his wine on her dress at the party, everything changed. The moment he set eyes on her, he felt a sense of peace and connection he had never known before. He was genuinely scared about this, he was undeserving of it all right...."What if I hurt her?" or "Will she even want to talk to me?". It was as if she was the missing piece of his shattered soul, bringing light to the darkness that had consumed him for so long. Being with her, he felt at home in a way he had never thought possible. She was his safe place, his shelter from the storm.

Aside from all the blues of his past and overthinking and self doubts that often consumed his mind.....Here he was again.....Bucky stood outside of her door, his body and mind still reeling from the chaos of the mission. He was battered and bruised, both physically and emotionally, but all he really wanted was to feel her soft touch and hear her soothing voice. He knocked softly on the door, his fingers shaking slightly. His heart raced as he waited for her to answer. When the door finally opened and she appeared, his breath caught in his throat. Even though he was a mess, she was nothing short of perfection in his eyes. Just a sight of her always felt like a soothing balm to his aching and weary soul. Her eyes were like the hot cup of tea he always preferred when he was low, her smile like the small moments of happiness he feels after realising that yes.... She's real..... She's with him.

"Welcome home, James.", she said softly as she let him in, knowing damn well that he needs to feel safe, he looks tired and weak, he needs her.

Bucky silently lets himself inside her apartment, which was his safe place now, after every mission he found himself right here, again and again, with her, where he belonged. He just stood by the couch as she sat down, she looked up at him with pure affection and devotion in her eyes that it made him want to just crumble and let it all out.

"Rough Mission?", she asked, her voice low and almost careful, to not bother the comfortable silence of the room.

"Yeah.", his voice gruff. "Nearly lost it there, I was too close to save him but.....", His voice broke, he couldn't shake off the guilt of his mistake, he knew it wasn't his fault that the team couldn't save the victim but he couldn't stop himself from blame. He thought and knew that he was the one wrong here, even if he was not.

"Oh Love", she said and opened her arms for him, Bucky finally gave in and quickly got into her arms, her body resting on the couch while his face hidden in her chest, he let her hold him, he let her run her fingers through his hair and he let himself be vulnerable in her presence. Afterall, she was his home, he felt safe here.

"Thake hue in haathon ko, Dede mere haath mein. Sukh mera lele, main dukh tere leloon. Main bhi jiyoon...tu bhi jiye."

"I'm here bubba, I'm here. Always. I'm so proud of you." Her words were like a dagger to his broken heart, he hid himself further into her chest, trying to avoid those words. He knew she's too kind to him and he doesn't deserve it, but hearing it from her, it felt right. Only if she knew that she was fixing something that she never broke in the first place. He wanted to try again, for her, for his sake, for his home. He knew it all too well that no matter where he goes or where he is lost, he has to come back, to her. His mind finally relaxing and holding her a little tighter, trying to savour her and her presence, her touch, her voice, her everything. He finally looked up at her, taking in her features, looking into eyes that always made him go weak in the knees. She smiled softly at him, pinching his cheek gently, "You deserve it Bucky, give yourself a break, let me take care of you."

It all felt unreal to him, years of self doubt and disgust and now that she was in his life, he felt.....Better? God what type of witchcrafts has she performed on him, he was feeling better than ever and never wanted to return back.

"I'm a mess, Darling", his voice barley above a whisper.

She chuckled, and that sound felt like music to his ears, the real form of music that maybe the Gods loved.

"I know bubba, but you're my mess, aren't you?", without any hesitation, she placed her lips softly on his lips. Bucky felt a warmth spread throughout his entire body. It was as if he had been missing something his whole life, and now he had finally found it in her arms. He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer to him. He couldn't help but feel a sense of safety and comfort in her presence, and he realized then that she was his own personal safe haven.

He is not a religious man nor does he pray, but in this moment, he felt like all his prayers were finally answered by God himself.

"Baithi hoon main tere liye ho, Aaja piya.."

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(Hi everyone!! This is my first time writing something 😭😭. I was actually listening to one of my favorite songs and got this idea. If there are any spelling or grammatical mistakes then please forgive me and lmk, English is not my first language. Let me know your thoughts about this one. Bieee ilysmmm mwahh<3)

[gaysindistress]

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[thesecretwriter]

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[sunshine-on-my-mind]

Your eyes are so beautiful

pairing: Bucky Barnes x Desi (South Asian) Reader

a/n: This came out of no where, as I was listening to this song. Is it obvious I'm falling in love with Bucky Barnes? Happy Valentine’s Day cuties. Yes this is my love letter to Bucky <3

warnings: fluff, love, cuddles, kiss

song: Aankhein Teri (Maula Mere Maula)

The weather got colder. Your boyfriend decided to wrap you under a blanket, wrap you in his arms to keep you warm.

The room lit with fairy light, candles here and there. Your fingers tangled in your man's soft brown hair. A lazy smile on his face.

"There's this song I really like, you may not understand the lyrics, but I really want you to hear it."

You played the song on your phone as Bucky closed his eyes gently to listen. Those very eyes you wanted to dedicate the song to.

Your love for Bucky cannot be expressed in words. The song might do the work.

Aankhein teri kitni haseen

Ki inkaa aashiq mein

Ban gaya hun

Mujhko basa le in me tu

If you were gifted with the talent of poems, you know there'd be a library worth of books you'd write for your man.

The beautiful sight in front of you, made your heart warm, Bucky pulled you even closer, if was possible. Hiding his face in the crook of your neck, he listened intently to the song, felt the music.

Love for Bucky Barnes came to you more naturally than anything else in the world. You were meant to love him.

Pressing a soft kiss on his cheek, you traced his smile with your thumb.

When the song was over, Bucky looked at you with a new found love in his eyes, as if he was falling in love with you all over again.

"It's beautiful, just like you. You're more than everything I could have ever asked for. I'll spend the rest of my life to make feel you as special as this feels."

His lips found yours, your hand found his. Entangled forever and after.

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tagging some of my desi cuties: @madscape @christhickevans @moonstruckbirdie @bluemusickid

[murdockbarnes]

colour me with your love

pairing: bucky barnes x desi fem!reader

summary: bucky just loves the henna on your hands

wordcount: 1.2k words

warnings: smut, fingering, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, p in v, henna kink?, mentions of nikkah but i feel like you can imagine it however you want?, hickeys, breeding kink, bucky barnes in a kurta and sherwani is a big fucking warning

A/N: this is my first time writing ~serious~ smut so irdk how this is going to be received. also lmao i am extremely bad at titles, so let's please disregard that. any feedback would be greatly appreciated. have a great day!

*not edited, all mistakes are mine*

the wedding was magnificent and as you had always dreamed, maybe even better. the perfect celebration of bucky and your love, a celebration of both of your cultures and families and friends coming together. it was days filled with laughter and fun and unbridled joy and love for each other. it was days of functions and exhaustion and countless flowers, but neither of you would have it any other way. plus, you got to see bucky in several kurtas, so really, who won?

the day of your nikkah was undoubtedly one of the best days of your life, seeing the love of your life looking as handsome as ever, you fell deeper for him. as for bucky, he had never seen someone more gorgeous than you. as gorgeous and fun as the festivities were, it was also exhausting. which is why, rather than consummating your marriage, the both of you fell asleep faster than you could say "married".

blinking sleep from his eyes, he opens them to find you still fast asleep beside him and smiles a tender smile, not believing his luck. he admires you, the sun shining brilliant tiny embers on your sleeping form and bucky thinks he could die that instant a happy man. his eyes take in your sleeping form, eyes stopping on your hands. he had seen the henna and thought it looked really pretty, but he hadn't gotten a closer look. he gently traces the intricate patterns adorning your arms from fingertip to elbow, the gentle curves and graceful swirls, swooping patterns and delicate flowers and blooming colour against your soft skin. you had told him that the deeper the colour, the more love there would be in the marriage. and damn if yours wasn't deep. it stirred something primal in him, awakening something he didn't know he had in him, a possessiveness, a surety in the love and trust you had for each other.

slowly, you rouse from your slumber and flash him a sweet half lidded smile. bucky pecks your lips once, twice, a third time, but his eyes are quickly drawn back to your arms and the intricate patterns there. you watch, amused, and turn your hand and ask him to find his hidden initials in your henna. he concentrates, lower lip between his teeth, and traces the design with the softest of touches until his fingers brush over the exact spot where the initials J.B.B. were. bucky looks up, smile as bright as the sun and kisses your hands once before kissing you with everything he had in him, conveying all his love for you.

it doesn't take long for the kiss to become heated, hands pulling each other closer, breath fanning over each others' faces, both of you panting and wanting to get impossibly closer to each other. he slides his tongue against your lips, groaning when you gently bite his lip and pull the hair at the nape of his neck. he gently rolls you under him, tender as ever, as he places kisses down your jaw and neck and thrusts his clothed hip against yours gently, pulling a moan from you. bucky continues kissing down your body until he reaches the hem of your t-shirt and slowly pulls it up, tracing the increasingly exposed skin with his lips and tongue until he completely pulls the clothing off your body.

his lips latch right underneath your heaving breasts, licking and sucking marks there, tongue tracing over to circle your areolas until he takes a nipple in his mouth, making you arch your back off the bed. the wet heat of his mouth combined with his tongue circling your bud makes you moan and bucky groans, sending vibrations through you and you clutch him closer to you, not wanting to let go.

"fuck, baby, you're the sweetest thing i've ever tasted. can't believe how lucky i am."

he takes off your pajama pants after you claw off his t-shirt, sitting back on his haunches and staring down at you. the intensity of his stare and his lust blown eyes further ignite the fire already burning in your lower stomach, and you throw your head back and cup your breasts as your fingers pinch your aching nipples. bucky just stares, entranced, as your henna'd hands form the prettiest bra around the swell of your breasts, your wedding ring shining on one finger and your face contorted in pleasure.

"fuck, sweetheart, never knew henna looked so good" bucky groaned, sliding his fingers through your wet folds before he licked a fat stripe from your aching hole to your clit, making you jolt and moan louder. bucky moaned with you and the vibrations only added to the coil steadily building in your stomach. you were chanting bucky's name as he inserted two fingers and began pumping them at a fierce pace while his mouth applied suction on your clit. it only took him hitting that spongy spot inside you once before you were gushing all over his fingers and mouth.

he kissed you as you were coming down your high and slowly pushed in, groaning when he felt your walls flutter against his cock. he whispered sweet nothings into your ear while he thrusted deep, his pelvic bone kissing your clit with each.

"i love you" you said between moans, kissing him, untangling your hands from his to scratch at his scalp.

"i love you too, so fucking much" he said, before flipping you over so that you were on top. you lean back and slowly swivel your hips, your hands resting on top of bucky's thighs and his hands guiding you. his cock reaches deeper into you at this angle so you take your time before increasing your pace. bucky groans as you once again cup your breasts and start playing with your nipples, and he speeds up inside you, lifting his hips and meeting you thrust for thrust, reducing you to a moaning mess.

his hands feel like fire on your overheated body and they make you want to fly away but anchor you at the same time. your nails gently scratching his chest and nipples and your pretty hands brushing over his chest just make him grunt and hold onto you tighter as he fucks up into you more earnestly.

"faster, buck! fuck me harder, please, oh god-" you choke on a moan as he hits that spongy spot again and again and his fingers rub circles on your clit.

"yeah, you like that, baby? fuck, i'm gonna fill this pretty pussy up and watch you grow all big with our child" bucky said, the room filled with the sounds of your combined moans and skin slapping, and the bedframe repeatedly hitting the wall with how hard he was fucking up into you.

"yes, bucky, please fill me up. f-fuck, y-yes" you jolted above him, his fingers applying more pressure as your clit brushed against his pelvic bone, triggering your release.

"fuck, yes baby, milk my cock, milk every last drop. come on, sweetheart, i know you can take it" he grunted, thrusting deep and spurting thick ropes of cum in your fluttering pussy. his arms circle you as you fall onto his chest and he kisses the crown of your head, cock still buried in your pussy, your mixed releases slowly leaking around it as you both come down from your high.

"so mrs. barnes," bucky starts after a while, his cock getting hard again. "think you're ready for round two?"

[hissterical-nyaan]

The Promise

Pairing - Bucky Barnes/Desi! Female reader

Warning - Angst, sad ending, more angst

Summary - Bucky Barnes broke one promise that meant the most to Y/N

Word count - 1.5K

A/N - This is my first ever fanfic, I am very anxious so please be gentle with me :) This was created purely to make y'all cry lol. This is a songfic of "Lag ja gale" of Lata Mangeshkar ji. I absolutely adore that song and found it quite fit for this story!!! Also English isn't my first language and there might be grammatical mistakes. Thanks to @soradragon for beta reading this and helping me complete it, you are a blessing. Love you 💙 happy reading folks!

It was  peaceful in Wakanda, a cool night had taken its place from the hot humid air of the day, the stars were shining bright and serenity hung in the air.  It was impossible to imagine what the next day would have in store for everyone. No one had a clue that tomorrow was the day that would change everyone's lives forever.

There was the sound of soft humming coming from the modest hut which housed the one and only the White Wolf and his lover.

Inside was you, singing songs softly in your mother’s tongue before the two would go to bed for the night. It was a nightly ritual the two of you shared. For Bucky had found your voice so soothing it would chase away the recurring nightmares that would haunt his sleep every night. Bucky Barnes was unable to sleep without his love in his arms, without her angelic voice singing for him, and without her soft hand weaving through his hair. 

You had an awful day today, throughout the day you felt anxious and restless. As if your mind has been screaming at you that something bad was about to transpire. You had no idea what, but it was bad. if there is one thing you hated most, it would be not knowing what will happen next.

You liked being prepared for everything! Your distressed state made you itch for your ma's presence and her wise words. So the next best thing to feel like she was there was to sing your ma's favourite song. It was a song you had  beautiful emotional memories attached to.

Lata ji's masterpiece ‘Lag ja gale’. The song that always left you peaceful.

"What's on your mind, chaand? No cheesy love songs today?" Bucky teased lightly, slightly puzzled by the song choice. Normally, you would sing more happy, sweet love songs when you were in a good mood, not to forget how out of character you acted the entire day. 

"Acha? You said you don't like my cheesy songs na, so I thought today I will comply with your wish and not sing my ‘overly romantic, Shona Babu songs.’”  You shot back, poking your tongue out as not to worry him. Bucky pouted slightly.

"Arre baba okay now don't pout, I was just joking. I will sing the cheesy songs again tomorrow, right now this song just feels right to me.” Hearing that, Bucky mumbled a quiet yes and snuggled deeper into you, holding you tightly and moving his head ever so slightly to listen to your voice.  

Lag Ja Gale Ki Phir Ye Hasin Raat Ho Na Ho

Shaayad Phir Is Janam Men Mulaaqaat Ho Na Ho

Lag Jaa Gale Ae Ae… (Embrace me, dear, who knows whether or not this beautiful night will ever come again. Maybe in this life we may or may not meet again)

You remember the first time you met Bucky, in Shuri's lab. You were a   good friend of Shuri. You were a researcher staying in Wakanda with T'challa's permission and eventually befriended the Princess. The two of you loved to talk about anything and nothing. One day Shuri told you about the Winter soldier staying here in Wakanda. You had heard many things about him, but never had you seen him in the flesh. Till you saw him come into the lab, bruised and eyes swiming full of emotions, but the distraught was the most clear in those blue piercing eyes.

It was at that moment that you had decided you would help him, and try to soothe the aches and scars that had been covering his fragile heart. He was put in the cryo soon after your first encounter, but you couldn't help but think about him often.

Ham Ko Mili Hain Aaj Ye, Ghadiyaan Nasib Se

Ji Bhar Ke Dekh Lijiye, Ham Ko Qarib Se

Phir Aap Ke Nasib Men, Ye Baat Ho Na Ho (I have been given today, this time by destiny. To your hearts content see me closely, who knows, if your destiny, may present this situation again.)

Six months later, Bucky came out of the cryo and on his request, was given a small hut away from the palace in the fields. You often saw him, with his tiny herd of goats. You remember how one tiny goat - which Bucky had endearingly called Steve -  was the one who caused you to talk to Bucky. Maybe that's why he was still your favourite goat, afterall he was responsible for giving you the love of your life.

Shaayad Phir Is Janam Men Mulaaqaat Ho Na Ho

Lag Ja Gale Ki Phir Ye Hasin Raat Ho Na Ho (Maybe, in this life, we may or may not meet again. Embrace me dear for this beautiful night may not come again)

Your phone rang suddenly. Bucky moved his head from your lap as you moved to get the phone, it was your brother who was calling you. It puzzled you, it was nearly midnight in India. "Y/N….jaldi aaja yaha… ma aur papa ki car crash ho gayi...I am so sorry, hum unhe bacha nahi paye." You went numb...The words didn’t make sense, you couldn’t make sense of them... Ma papa? No, no this can't be happening. You...you just talked to your mom a few hours ago! Bucky’s arms wrapped around you, holding you so close. He whispered some words into your ear trying to soothe you. But you couldn’t hear them, your mind just kept repeating your brother’s words inside your head like a mantra. That’s when the tears fell, soaking Bucky’s shirt. You didn’t remember you screamed. 

Paas Aaiye Ki Ham Nahin Aaenge Baar-Baar

Baahen Gale Men Daal Ke Ham Ro Le Zaar-Zaar

Aankhon Se Phir Ye Pyaar Ki Barsaat Ho Na Ho (Come closer to me, as I will not be able to come to you every time. Put your arms around me and let us cry our hearts out. Who knows, if our eyes will ever see these tears of love again.)

You couldn’t imagine what you would be without Bucky, your Bucky. He was your rock, You couldn't live a day without him. From the day you confessed your love for each other till today, not a day has gone where he wasn't showering you with love. Even through all his trauma and pain, he did his absolute best to be there for you, his sweet, sweet Y/N.

Shaayad Phir Is Janam Men Mulaaqaat Ho Na Ho

Lag Ja Gale Ki Phir Ye Hassin Raat Ho Na Ho

Shaayad Phir Is Janam Men Mulaaqaat Ho Na Ho

Lag Ja Gale Ki Phir Ye Hassin Raat Ho Na Ho (Maybe, in this life, we may or may not meet again. Embrace me dear for this beautiful night may not come again)

Remembering the past left you in an emotional mess, you didn't even realise when the waterworks started.

"Chaand? Hey, no shhh why are you crying? Is everything okay? Talk to me."

"Bucky?"

"Haan chaand?"

"Promise me that you will never leave me." You uttered in a broken whisper

"I promise."

He broke that promise. Bucky Barnes broke his promise and left his chaand. It happened so fast, the Avengers fighting Thanos, and suddenly everyone turning into dust.

You felt helpless and scared, numb and cold. what was happening? Bucky had told you to not come out of the palace unless told. He didn't want you to be in harm's way. No, his Y/N was too precious, he can't risk it. You reluctantly agreed, but you weren't of much use on the battlefield anyway. You just hoped your love would return to you very soon.

Steve broke the news, and your whole world collapsed in front of your eyes.

"Steve, no..no it can't be... please tell me you are lying. This isn't the time to joke around! Where is he!?" you couldn't help but scream at him. All your dreams, hopes and future with Bucky shattered. He was gone, in just a snap.  It couldn’t be real, this was a sick joke. that had to be it. A sick joke…

But deep inside, you knew it was real. All of it was real. The world around you seemed to crumble, all of it came down, it was as if someone let a glass cup fall and it shattered in a million pieces. Unable to be put back together again…

Now you had no one, no mom and dad, no Bucky...He was your rock wasn't he? He wasn't supposed to go...

After a few days, Steve offered to take you to America with him. The least he could do for his pal was to make sure the girl who had his heart was taken care of. But you couldn't go, it was too painful. Brooklyn will always remind you of Bucky, and you promised him when the time came to go back to his home, you will go together. No, unlike him Y/N L/N knew how to keep her promise.

You went back to India, to start a new life. A miserable one. If only you would have known that the last song you’ve sung to him would come true. 

You never sang your mother's favourite song again

Tagging - @spiderrpcrker @a-dragon-under-the-stars @lil-stark @jacquessouvenier @soradragon (I hope you won't mind me tagging you!) And I also hope you liked it :))

Translations (please let me know if I forgot to translate something) -

Chaand - Moon (an affectionate term in this context)

Acha - Really (in this context, it can mean many things otherwise)

"Y/N….jaldi aaja yaha… ma aur papa ki car crash ho gayi...I am so sorry, hum unhe bacha nahi paye." - "Y/N please come fast here, mom and dad were in an car crash, I am so sorry but we couldn't save them" (ma = mom, papa = dad)

Haan - yes

[mysterioh]

Saajan Ji Ghar Aaye - Chapter Two

Bucky Barnes x Desi!Reader

Synopsis: After a brisk romance in London, Bucky follows you back to your home in Upstate New York where the preparations for your marriage to the son of a family friend are well underway. As the inevitable countdown to your wedding begins, Bucky remains optimistic in his pursuit of your love and your family’s acceptance.

Arranged Marriage/Forbidden Lovers AU

“Saajan Ji ghar aaye” means “your beloved has come to your home”.

Masterlist

𝑻𝒖𝒎𝒔𝒆 𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒌𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒍 𝒌𝒂 𝒉𝒂𝒊 𝒋𝒐 𝒉𝒂𝒂𝒍 𝒌𝒚𝒂 𝒌𝒂𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒏. 

 𝑯𝒐 𝒈𝒂𝒚𝒂 𝒉𝒂𝒊 𝒌𝒂𝒊𝒔𝒂 𝒚𝒆 𝒌𝒂𝒎𝒂𝒍 𝒌𝒚𝒂 𝒌𝒂𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒏.

“Hit me up?” 

Your nose scrunched in disgust when you read the note. Who the hell did he think he was? 

You. 

Eik shareef kandan ki larki fraternizing with strange characters? 

Over your dead body. 

In a rush of anger you ripped up the paper and threw it in the trash. You flipped the lights off and cozied yourself underneath the cover. 

“Kuttay da bacha.” 

“I’m losing my damn mind,” Sam groans. 

“What happened?” Steve questioned, looking up from his paper. 

“This place is too fucking fancy for me,” he waved his arms around. “They gave me three different forks to eat my pancakes with and I don’t know which one is the right one.” 

Steve chuckles. “Just pick any, no one’s gonna judge you here.” 

“You just had to marry rich, didn’t you?” Sam nagged playfully. “Couldn’t just pick a simple girl from Brooklyn.” 

“I’m marrying Peggy because I love her, not for her money,” Steve retorts. 

“The money’s just a bonus,” Bucky cuts in as he approaches the two. Steve frowns as Sam turns his head to watch Bucky walk into the hotel’s dining hall. 

“Look who finally decided to show up,” Sam teased. “Rest well, Sleeping Beauty?” 

“Like a baby,” Bucky replies, as he slides into a chair next to the two. He takes his phone out of the back pocket of his jeans and places it on the table so he can sit more comfortably. 

“Holy shit these pancakes are so good,” Sam fawns as he stuffs his mouth. 

“This is a five-star hotel, have some manners,” Steve hisses. 

“My deepest apologies, mother, I won’t do it again,” Sam chides him. 

Steve takes a sip of his coffee, shooting a glare in Sam’s direction, who’s hardly paying any attention to him. His eyes flit towards Bucky, who’s too busy frowning at his phone to entertain their daily squabble. 

“You’re not hungry, Buck?” 

“Hmm?” he looks at Steve. “Oh no, not really,” he shakes his head. 

“Still tired?” 

“Nah,” Bucky denies. 

“Did that girl ever text you?” Sam asked. Bucky kicked Sam’s leg. Sam winces. “What?” 

Steve’s brows furrowed in confusion. “What girl?” 

“The girl he met on the plane,” Sam informed their other friend. “He slipped his number in her book.” 

Bucky hides his face in his hands. 

“You slipped your number in a random girl’s book?” Steve repeated. “How’d you even do that?”

“She fell asleep on his shoulder and he decided to go through her stuff,” Sam deadpanned, taking another mouthful of pancake in his mouth. 

“Seriously?” 

“No!” Bucky defended. “It was nothing like that. The book was right there so I decided to just slip it in.” 

“It’s fucking creepy, man,” Sam stated. 

Bucky sulks in his chair and plays with his fingers. “She was pretty alright?” he murmured. 

Steve straightens his paper like an old father. “That doesn’t change the fact that it’s creepy.” 

Bucky groans. “What if she was on a connecting flight? I might never see her again.” 

Sam rolls his eyes. “You’re so dramatic. No girl in their right mind would contact a complete stranger that they’ve only exchanged two words with. Especially one that looks like you.” 

Bucky sits straight. “What’s wrong with the way I look?” 

“You look like something I’d draw with my left hand.” 

Steve snorts behind his paper, earning him a glare from Bucky. “I mean he’s not wrong.” 

“Imagine having two best friends that roast your ass instead of console you,” Bucky shades them. 

“Don’t worry, Buck,” Steve assures him with an easy smile. “There’s plenty of girls out there. You’ll find another one.” 

“But I liked that one,” he grumbles. 

“You don’t know anything about her. Move on already,” Sam retorts. Bucky pouts in his seat like a child. 

“Peggy’s cousin is holding a party tonight and you’re obviously invited,” Steve informed, before returning to his paper. “I know without a doubt that you’ll find someone there.”

Inconsequent polite chatter, canapes, and wine. The three main ingredients for a fancy party held by a social elite. 

The ballroom on the top floor at the Jumeirah Carlton Tower was already brimming with people when you arrived. 

Then again, any party hosted by the one and only Tony Stark would be. 

“Farhan!” Tony greets as he approaches the two of you. His arms were spread out in a welcoming manner with a glass of champagne in one hand. 

“Tony! It’s been too long,” your brother gives him a side hug. 

“And this is…” Tony looks at you completely clueless as to what your name is. 

Typical. 

“Uh, my sister,” Farhan introduces, motioning a hand towards you. “Y/N.” 

“And Farhan’s sister!” he exclaims.

“Nice to finally meet you,” you extend a hand. Tony takes it and gives it an over-excited shake. Must be the champagne. “Farhan’s told me a lot about you.” 

“Hopefully not everything,” Tony laughs. He places his hand on Farhan’s shoulder and shakes it a bit. “Y’know me and him,” he points between the both of them. “We both got into so much trouble at St. Joseph’s, but somehow this motherfucker always got out of it.”

Farhan shakes his head in embarrassment. You look at him with a raised brow paired with an amused smile. Oh how you wished, Abbu was right there with you. 

“You’re lying,” Farhan tries to cover up. “It was all you. I would tell you not to do it.” 

“I’m lying?” Tony retorted, ready to spill all the dirty details from their highschool days. “Remember that time you—” 

“Y/N!” 

You turn to see Peggy running towards you, her perfect auburn curls bouncing as she does. She slams into you, almost toppling you over. “You’re finally here!” she exclaims. She lets go, but keeps you in arm’s length. “And you look gorgeous. Oh, I’ve missed you so much!” she pulls you back in for another hug. 

“I’ve missed you too.” 

“I was so worried you wouldn’t make it,” Peggy said. 

“Me? Not make it to your wedding?” you replied, “Not in a million years.” Your chuckles mingled with hers. It’s been so long since you felt this happy.

“Oh, Farhan,” Peggy notices him behind you. “You’re here too!”

“Of course I’m here,” he teased. “You thought I wouldn’t be?” 

“No,” she shakes her head in amusement. “You’re just so busy these days being a hotshot in The City.” 

“I’m never too busy for a friend.” 

“Aww, aren’t you the sweetest?” Tony teases. “You use that kinda talk when you're buttering those geezers up?” 

“Well, if it means the best for L/N Enterprises then I see no harm in it,” he shrugs with a pompous grin . “Maybe Stark Industries should take a tip or two from me.”

“Farhan,” you gasped, a habit you picked up from Ummi. 

“Let’s leave these two here,” Peggy told you, taking you by the hand. “Let me introduce you to the wedding party.”

“Alright,” you nodded as she pulled you through the crowd leaving Farhan and Tony behind. 

“Steve!” she calls for the blonde at the bar. He turns around, a smile spreading on his face when he sees his fiance. She scurries up to him with you right behind her. “Look who finally made it.” 

“Y/N!” he greets. “Thank God, you’re here. Peggy was about to raise hell. She’s been driving me nuts all evening.”  

“If she’s driving you nuts now then you sure you want to get married to her?” Sam jabbed walking towards them with a blue-eyed stranger that looked far too familiar beside him. 

Bucky’s eyes light up when they meet yours. He grins at you from ear to ear which you return with a tight-lipped scowl. 

“I am sure,” Steve affirms. “I wouldn’t want it any other way.” He grins, pulling Peggy into his side and planting a sweet peck on her temple.  

“Y/N, these are Steve’s friends,” Peggy introduces. “Sam and Bucky. Guys, this is Y/N, we were roommates in university.” 

“Nice to meet you,” Sam nods. 

“You too,” you whisper, feeling uncomfortable with the energy that your reunion with the freak had created in the room.

Bucky chuckles to himself, unable to contain the giddy excitement within him.  

“What’s so funny, Buck?” 

“Nothing,” he shakes his head. You bit your lip, eyes everywhere but on him. His eyes sink you in, etching every detail that he missed into his memory. “It’s a small world after all.” 

You lock eyes with him, and there’s just something about his gaze that you’ve never encountered before. 

A cool London breeze brushes against your arms. You managed to slip out of the party and right under Peggy’s nose for some well-needed fresh air out on the balcony of the high-rise ballroom. 

Farhan was God knows where. Most likely surrounded by colleagues and business partners who had a long list of topics to discuss with him. Topics that you had no interest in and quite literally bored you. That’s why you decided not to go into business and instead went into the medical field. 

Not like you needed to anyway. Farhan was fully capable of taking care of the entirety of L/N Enterprises by himself, and if you had to be honest, you were glad he was. You could call yourself selfish and lazy, but having the weight of Abbu’s legacy resting on your shoulders was something you weren’t capable enough to handle. 

You let out a deep exhale, while leaning against the balcony and looking out at the city skyline that glimmered in the dark night. 

You hear footsteps behind you and turn to see who it was. 

“What are you doing here?” you snapped, standing straight with a tight fist, ready to swing if it came to it. 

Bucky grins. “Just getting some fresh air. You?” 

“I was just leaving,” you stated, walking past him in large strides. 

He catches your hand by the wrist. “Wait up.” 

“Don’t touch me,” you pull your hand out of his. 

“Sorry,” he apologizes with a nervous smile. “Did you get my note?” 

You look away, embarrassed. “I did,” you mumbled. 

“Then why didn’t you reply?” 

You look at him incredulously. “Me? Reply to you?” you asked. “I don’t even know you.” 

“Oh of course where are my manners,” he lunges towards you. “I’m Bucky. I’m twenty-six years old from Brooklyn and a mechanical engineer. How about you?” 

“Leave me alone.” You turn on your heel and head towards the door. 

“Don’t you think you should give me a chance?” Bucky asks from behind. “The fact that we’re meeting again can’t just be a coincidence. I think it’s fate.” 

“Fate?” you repeated with a raised brow. 

“Yeah,” he nods. “I mean just think about it. We met on the plane. There’s like a one in a million chance that we would’ve landed on the same plane. And the fact that our friends are getting married and we’re meeting each other again to celebrate?” he brings a finger to his cheek as if he’s thinking. “Uh, I think the universe is plotting something here.” 

You feel a migraine unleashing. “Stop you’re making my head hurt.” 

“All I’m saying is that a guy like me and a girl like you have some sort of connection.” 

“Wrong.” you state flatly. “A girl like me and a guy like you have nothing to do with each other. So if you’ll please excuse me, I have to go. And if you ever try speaking to me again, it will not end well for you.” 

Bucky hands hugs his hips as he watches you leave. He lets out a deep exhale, wondering what your deal was. 

Was he really that ugly?

Translations: 

Eik shareef kandan ki larki - Daughter of a honorable family. 

Kuttay da bacha - Son of a bitch. 

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[itsprashimusic]

You Make Me Strong (part 2)

Summary - After coming back home from a really long mission and breaking down in your arms, all Steve wants to do is fall asleep in your arms. But after being woke up by a nightmare, a realisation dawns on him.

Pairing - Steve Rogers x desi!wife!reader

Word Count - 985

Warnings - rescue mission gone wrong, explosives/explosions, hindi words with english translations in brackets, 1 or 2 swear words, steve speaking hindi, small dancing scene

A/N - this was inspired by One Direction's ‘Strong’ and in my opinion one of the BEST romantic bollywood songs “Mast Magan”

also the summary is shit, the 'realisation' bit is actually pretty short.

Part 1

masterlist is pinned

Steve had come back home from a very long mission. He was covered in dirt but neither of you cared when all you wanted was to feel each other’s embrace. It was late at night when he returned. After all the initial hugs, kisses and tears, he went to freshen up while you put the things from his back away.

You warmed up his favourite aloo parathas. “इश्क़ की धुनि…” (the flame of love) you sang under your breath, a bollywood song stuck in your head. Swaying back and forth you got more into the lyrics, the yellow light setting the right atmosphere, it somehow raining outside at the perfect time. Just as you closed your eyes and twirled around, your husband caught you, spinning you once more before slow dancing with you. 

“मांगे है तेरी मंजूरी..” (have sought your permission) he sang where you stopped. It always warms your heart whenever Steve would learn the songs you love just to sing them to you. Especially the hindi songs, since those took effort to both learn and pronounce correctly. The beeping microwave made you break apart, but not before he kissed the back of your hand, then letting you go. Always the gentleman. 

Telling him to sit down at the table, you bring out the food and let him eat. Assuming by how quickly he finished his meal, he was hungry. “Now that beat the shitty sandwichs they gave us to eat,” he said while finishing up. Before he could get up you take his plate to the sink and wash it. Steve doesn’t say anything. Instead he just watches you with only love in his eyes. 

Later you both were getting ready for bed. He had already brushed his teeth while you were in the bathroom doing the very thing. He could hear your paayals making a little noise as you went shuffling around the bathroom. 

He noticed his favourite hoodie sitting on the sofa-chair in the room, as if laid out to be worn. It got Steve thinking. She knew that he was coming home today, did she leave it out for him to wear? Or was it being aired out since she probably wore it during his absence? Either way, it made him smile for no visible reason. 

You made your way to the bed while switching the hallway light off outside the room. Once you pulled back the covers and got yourself situated in the bed Steve immediately held your waist and smoothly pulled you closer to him. 

“How are you feeling राजा?” you asked him, softly. He replied in the same low, breathy tone, “a couple of things, but mostly tired right now.” You could see the red in his eyes and how he was fighting sleep just as much as you. “How ‘bout we go to sleep and tomorrow we can stay in bed all day, that sound good?” he asked, freckling kisses all over your face. He got a soft hum in response from you. 

He turns to switch the bedroom light off and pulls you closer to him while slowly drifting off to sleep. 

“You both head in from the east, we both will enter from the west. Team Alpha will free the hostages and get them to the aircraft. Team Beta is on takeout duty. You see any figure from the opposing party, take them out instantly. And finally Team Charlie will sweep the place once all the hostages are on the aircraft and will set the explosives. Is the plan understood?” 

(FLASH)

“Are all the hostages out?” “Apparently yes Captain, but they are searching the premises once more just to be sure.” “Good, once they’re out the explosives will be set off.”

(FLASH)

“THERE ARE STILL HOSTAGES IN THERE?!” “Cap, they already sweeped the place thrice and no more hostages were found. And the dynamite timer is already set, there is nothing we can do” 

(FLASH)

‘Images of the building exploding and screaming coming from the rescued people. Most of the commotion being the people saying how there were more hostages that just got killed’

(FLASH)

Steve woke up with a jump. He had a nightmare about the innocent people he accidentally killed. He had ordered the explovies timer be set when the team leader had confirmed there were no more hostages in the structure. But yet there were. They had not searched hard enough to find them and now the hostages were just mere ash and burned bodies lying underneath bricks and rubble. 

Even though Steve woke up, you were still fast asleep, no longer in his arms but still on his side of the bed. He was breathing heavily, his face, neck and hands sweating profusely. He turned the bedside lamp on. But when he turned to face you, slowly his breathing evened out. 

The serene and peaceful look of your face smushed in the pillow was all he needed to see. To see that you were safe, you were unharmed and most importantly right next to him, alive. He looked at you and softly said, “I’m sorry if I say I need you, but I don’t care.” “There is so much I wish I would’ve done differently. But I didn’t and I made mistakes. Mistakes that have cost the lives of innocent people… Is it wrong for me to say that I need you to be strong for me? There is only so much I can do, so much I can hide. Especially in a situation like this when you’re not nearby, cause when I’m not with you I’m weaker.” Steve uses the back of his hand to swipe away the stray tear. 

He turns the lamp off and lies back down in bed, cuddling close to you. Little did he know that you woke up with all that movement just in time to hear him say this, “You make me strong.”

@madscape @joelsflannel @moonstruckbirdie @nana1000night

[desigemini24]

Author's Note- Another Desi imagine!!! I hope you all like this.

Thank you and Enjoy your reading!

Mistakes Are Common

Sebastian Stan x Desi!Reader

Summary- One small mistake and the process starts again...

Tag List- @shopping, @bbgmonsay, @lastwandastan, @eudximoniakr, @girlnred, @hc-geralt-23, @minaxcarter, @tonystarksbitch, @moon-light1415, @hermosa4285, @narcy, @ell0ra-br3kk3r, @instabul, @b-tchymoon

GIF Credits to @speckled-jim

Punches were being thrown left and right, pants and breathy shakes audible as necessary comments were spoken.

She smirked as she landed the perfect punch on his side, making him growl like an enraged animal. The reply of the punch was a series of precisely placed punches and jabs, which she dodged rather easily.

"It seems your skills have rusted with time," she said smirking as she landed a kick on his knees. Another grunt of pain was heard, making the smirk widen.

"Come on, old man. I know you can do better," she taunted. She felt her combat boots' heel meet something hard, tilting her head back to find her back lightly meeting the wall.

She felt a heavy thing collide in her left side, realizing the reality a bit too late. A hand wrapped around her neck, pressing her into the wall hard and lifting her up.

"What happened now?" A voice came, sounding a bit restrainted. "How about... you help me?" She asked, gasping for air as she clawed at the metal arm. A groan was the voice's response.

She said the man's name as she clawed his hand.

And that was the mistake. Wrong name. She was supposed to say Bucky but what came out was Seb.

Sebastian let out an airy chuckle, carefully placing her down on her feet. Laughter from the crwe filled the studio. The loudest of them belonging to Robert, Chadwick and Sebastian.

"I hope you are recording them," Sebastian turned to the cameraman, grinning ear-to-ear. Just the opposite of what he was a few moments ago. "Yes boss," the cameraman replied with a salute.

"I am sorry," (Y/N) mutters under her breath, taking a deep breath. "This is the sixth time, (Y/N)," reminded Joe, trying hard not to chuckle. "Fifth," (Y/N) said defensively, folding her hands in front of her. "Of course, babe," Sebastian said teasingly with a smirk.

"Sebastian," Robert said, mimicking (Y/N) as he made a pout and continued, "come and give me a kiss." (Y/N) could feel herself glaring as she felt embarrassed. "Seb baby," Chadwick joined Robert, placing his hands on Robert's shoulder and making a smooching noise.

"Chup yaar," (shut up guys) (Y/N) whined, her mother tongue slipping out softly. "What was that?" Robert and Chadwick asked at the same time, tilting their heads to the side.

(Y/N) felt her face burn with embarrassment, turning to face Sebastian. "Shut up, guys. Let the girl live," Sebastian said with a chuckle, wrapping his hands around her waist and hugging her.

"You will get your chance of whining my name when I wrap my hand around your neck at home, darling. Let's give Russos their shot and be done, so we can go home early," Sebastian whispered, winking at her.

"Main maar dalungi tumko," (I will kill you) she replied, voice barely audible as she hid her face in his neck in embarrassment. "You have already killed me, my love," Sebastian said, smiling dreamily. Placing a kiss on her head, rubbing his nose against hers.

"That's enough, guys. Let's do this from the top," Anthony announced, smiling pityingly at (Y/N). "Oh yes. So that (Y/N) can whine our metal man's name again," Robert said with an eye roll. "I will not mess it up this time," (Y/N) said with determination.

Hums of approval met (Y/N)'s determined statement. She looked up, praying to the God to help her. "I would not mind you saying my name again," Sebastian whispered, making (Y/N) growl and punch him in his chest.

Sebastian let out a laugh, making the Russo Brothers roll their eyes in annoyance. "That's enough, guys," Anthony said. "Let's start from the beginning everyone. Take your positions all." And with that everyone made their way to their initial positions.

[frostironfudge]

Conversations with the Devil - Bucky Barnes (Smut)

Summary: This is my submission for @boxofbonesfic 's Spooktacular Smutfest writing challenge, I don't know if it is still open but I was just so inspired, I had to get this out of my system, also Bucky Barnes as the devil just does something to me.

My prompts are: ouija board, family curse, “How can you not see it?” “See what? There’s nothing there!” “It’s standing right behind you…!”

Pairing: Devil!Bucky Barnes x Desi!Female Reader

Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, Oral F and M receiving, horror themes, smut, having sex with the devil?, virginity being taken, slight dub-con?, consensual sex, overstimulation, please proceed with caution, you are responsible for your media consumption.

Word Count: 2452

Masterlist // Read this on Ao3 // Part 2

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Your palms are sweaty, wiping them at the back of your jeans again. You look around the candle lit room and sigh.

Your friends have taken it upon themselves to dabble in the entertainment of an ouija board. You can feel a prickle in your scalp an itch that just won’t go.

“Are you alright?” Martin asks, as he sets the board down.

“Do we need so many candles?” You gesture around some of the scents muddling together.

“Well if we summon the right ghost it will help draw energy from the heat.” Misha adds as they sip on their beverage.

You roll your eyes, you had told them the fact but now it seemed to be adding to the prickle that had you teetering towards the edge.

The three of you finally sat down, fingers on the planchette, moving it in three anticlockwise circles.

“We open this circle to converse with anyone with good intent from the beyond.” Misha says, the three of you look around.

The planchette moves, toward the hello,

“Hello,” the three of you say,

“What is your name?” Martin asks and it begins moving again, softly scraping along the wooden board,

“P,” you say,

“E” Misha says,

“N,” You mumble,

“I,” Martin has a stupid grin on his face,

“S,” He completes

Misha glares at him, “We’re trying to make serious contact. Mar, stop this childish behaviour!”

“Okay, okay, I’m sorry!” He shrugs apologetically, you all turn to see the planchette moving again, Misha shrieks because none of you are touching it.

“B-O-O.” You three read, and all the candles simultaneously burn out, engulfing the room in a darkness that smells like burning coals.

“Don’t leave the circle.” You warn them trying to make out the shapes in the darkness.

“I can’t see the circle let alone leave it.” Martin retorts then yelps.

“What what happened?” You ask,

“Fuck!” Misha screams, “There is something on my leg!”

That is when you feel it too, soft tendrils caressing your ankles making their way upwards, you whimper as you feel them on your inner things, softly treading towards your waist.

“Please, don’t,” You say, voice barely a whisper.

“Martin, where are you?” Misha asks louder.

“Mish, I’m right—,” The candles all light up again, you sigh in relief at the heat,

“Here—, Y/N don’t tu-tu-turn.” Martin stutters, Misha’s eyes are wide as they shiver.

You still turn, slow steps, careful not to break the circle, the candles flicker in anticipation, you find the area behind you empty, you turn back to your friends questioningly.

Both still have horror ridden gazes, “How can you not see it?” Misha begs almost, tears steaming down their face.

“See what? There’s nothing there!” You gesture with your hand, confused.

“It’s standing right behind you…! ” Martin points, his face flushed.

“Describe it!” You ask, turning to face whatever it was, your best unafraid expression.

“It-it has horns, red eye-eyes, fuck so much of fur… fur… "

"holy fuck is this the devil?!” Misha cries out at Martin’s words.

You hear a low chuckle right next to your ear, it reverberates through your side as the prickle returns as a warning.

“He isn’t wrong you know.” The same gruff low baritone tells you, the tendrils return only to push your hair from your forehead.

“Come on doll, you invite me to the humble abode and now you won’t talk to me?” You can almost feel the unhappiness coursing through you.

“You-you are the devil?” You stutter out, the tendril feels more like the back of a human hand, trailing fingertips along your jawline.

“Yes and no.” He answers, chuckling again, you wonder what he finds funny, “Your friend here has a very funny mind.” The unseen creature answers your unspoken question.

“Who are you talking to?” Martin’s voice echos towards you, you turn back, the tendrils stopping you halfway.

Martin and Misha fall to the floor, their chests rising the only indication of them being alive.

“Ah, ah, doll, we’re having a conversation.” The voice chastises you, and the prickle kicks in, sending warnings to you, you quickly recall the small scripture your mother taught you for situations of the supernatural.

You begin praying it, a low whisper. You turn back as a groan sounds off,

“Oh I’m melting! I’m melting!” The voice booms as you see smoke tendrils gathering into one, they reveal a man, his piercing blue eyes not one bit panic ridden.

He has a sly grin on his face, as his entire body comes into view, short brown hair falling on his forehead which he runs a ring clad hand through, you notice the suit jacket he wears holds no shirt underneath, revealing his sculpted skin.

You swallow thickly, his pants are low on his waist and you can see the faint trail of hair disappear where the waistband sits snugly, you snap your eyes back up.

“I am one kind of devil, not the kind your little prayer works upon.” He licks his lips as his eyes rake over your form.

“What do you want?” You ask, he tuts, irritated.

“Why do you humans always assume I want something?” He pulls the chair and sits on it folding his arms across that chest, you briefly wonder how it would feel against yours.

How would your skin look moulded against each other, your brown against his, his ring’s shine in the candle light and you shake your head before your thoughts can go south.

You cross your arms as well, “I don’t think any kind of devil reveals themselves without wanting anything.” You tell him, he grins, bearing his pearly white teeth.

“Caught a smart one today, not religious are you though?” He wonders, tapping his index finger against his plump lips, “Hmm, no spiritual.” He says as if receiving an answer.

“If you want a virgin sacrifice you’re out of luck.” You tell him hoping he won’t catch the bluff.

He laughs, the sound booming but not in a bad way, blue eyes crinkle around and his cheeks flush slightly, almost adorable.

What the fuck is wrong with your brain?

“My name is James, Bucky for special ones, doll.” He tells you once his laughter dies down.

Bucky’s ring clad hand pats his thigh, as you feel your clit pulse at the movement, his blue eyes darken, “Ah, so tell me, my not a virgin, sacrifice,” his tone mocking, “ever been with the devil?”

“No…” You tread carefully, biting your lip for responding.

“I bet you haven’t been with anyone.” He observes, repeating the thigh patting action, your thighs clench, “Come here, doll.”

You feel the tendrils surrounding you but you move before they can push you forward.

Bucky raises an eyebrow at your willingness, you stand between his knees, looking down at him.

“Even more exquisite up close.” Bucky murmurs, standing up now towering over you, the back of his knuckles caress your face, leaving warm trails of the movement in their wake.

Bucky’s eyes search yours and he slowly leans in, the cedar-wood scent mixed with musk engulfs you with a hint of roses, his slightly chapped lips presses against yours, you melt against him.

Bucky’s large hands are on your neck, tugging on your hair, making you tilt you head. the one clad with rings under your shirt, the cold rings make you arch against him.

The kiss deepens, his tongue swipes along your bottom lip, when you don’t open up for him he, places his leg between yours and sits back down on the chair, taking you with him, kiss un-breaking, his muscular thigh rubs against you and you gasp.

You feel Bucky’s tongue exploring your mouth, as his hand curves around your ass, squeezing it, causing the friction against your core as you grind on his thigh, you’re dripping, he can feel it.

Bucky pulls away from your lips, teasing brushes of his bruised lips over your neck, your fingers grip his suit jacket, the tendrils kiss your waist, making you grind against him, pace set by him, slow, hard, oh so delicious.

“You sure you don’t want a human?” He challenges, smirking at the whines and whimpers escaping past your lips,

“Please, please please, Bucky,” you moan his name, at one circle of your hips that sends a shockwave through your body.

“Answer me, doll.” His hands and the tendrils are all gone, from you, you look at him frustrated.

You carefully raise your hands to his neck, fingers trailing down to his collar bones, over his warm chest, his muscles tense as your hands inch closer to the button of his pants, his length straining against the material.

“Seems to me, you want a human, James.” You look up at him, as he groans when you palm him through his pants.

“Fuck,” You get to your knees, freeing his length, the tip red, dripping with pre cum, you swipe your tongue across it, sucking on the tip, he tastes sweet, with hints of a salty taste, his fingers are tangled in your hair, “Fuck, doll, don’t tease the devil.”

You take him in inch by inch, tears pricking at the corner of your eyes, Bucky’s cock fills your mouth up and your cunt clenches at how he would feel inside you. You hollow your cheeks bobbing your head, as you set the pace for once, every grunt and groan Bucky makes goes straight to your cunt as more slick collects and you’re sure you’ve soaked through your jeans, you pull away with a slick pop, blowing over him.

“Fucking hell, what a good little girl.” He tightens his grip, pulling your mouth onto his length, fucking your mouth as you try to keep your tongue flat and jaw slack, you can feel his tip hitting the back of your throat,

“Fuck, doll, your mouth feels so good, just thinking how good that pussy will feel,” He groans as you moan around him, “milking my cock, look at you, were murmuring scared words and now, pretty lips wrapped around the devil’s cock.” He gives a hard thrust as you gag around him, he pulls away, picking you up and kissing you hard, his ring brushes against your clit as his warm finger moves over your wet folds, the tendrils encased your clothes taking them away, Bucky’s warm body presses against yours.

Bucky taps the ring on your clit and you moan into his mouth, one finger inside you, you can hear the squelching sound, he adds another, the tendrils surround your limbs, spreading you out and making you lean back, all while Bucky’s fingers stay inside you.

“Such a pretty pussy. So wet all for me, good girl.” He praises, you keen, hips bucking as you want to feel his fingers deeper, he adds a third finger, the stretch burns you,

“Fuck, James, James, James,” You keen, his tongue is flicking against your clit,

“How the fuck do you taste like vanilla?” He moans around you as his fingers are replaced by his tongue, you try to clench your thighs, the tendrils stop your movement.

Bucky’s fingers return, the tendrils flick over your nipples, you arch up, his fingers dive in deeper as you find your orgasm drawing close,

“Look at you, all spread out for me, do you want my cock, doll?” He asks, finger flicking over your clit, in tandem with the tendrils flicking your nipples.

“Yes, yes, yes, Buck—,” Your vision clouds as you cum with a loud cry around his fingers and on his sinful tongue, Bucky doesn’t give you time to form the next though, thrusting into you, the tendrils straighten you, you feel his cock buried deep, bottoming out.

“Fuck, feel so tight, baby,” Bucky’s lips move over your skin, the tendrils let you grip his arms, nails digging into his biceps.

“Gonna make you cum all around me, fuck you through your orgasm, fill you up so good.” He lazily thrusts, his abdomen heating your aching clit.

“Look at me,” He says and you open your eyes, The rim of blue now replaced by a rim of red, you feel yourself clench around him, Bucky smirks, his thumb circling your clit at a increasing pace, you whimper, as you shake around him, your walls clench around him and you swear the vein you felt with your tongue can be felt on your walls.

Bucky brings you your second orgasm with intermittent thrusts and his thumb on your clit, when you arch your back throwing your head back, he starts fucking you, hard and fast, each thrust making you spasm harder around him, the pain turns into pleasure so swiftly he bottoms out inside you with each hard thrust.

Your mind clouded, you whimper "I can’t, I can’t cum again",

“Oh, Doll, fuck, one more, come on,” the tendrils shift you both, and you’re above him, his hands on your hips fucking you onto him, “Fuck, Fuck, Fuck,” Bucky’s voice courses through you as you feel his tip hit your g-spot, you shudder as he thrusts harder into you.

“Come on Doll, milk my cock, let me fill you up,”

“Fuck, Bucky, please, fuck, mark me, fill me up, want to feel you cum inside me, Ah—,” You see white as the heat of your third orgasm takes you under, Bucky falls apart under you, thrusting as you feel his warm cum coat your walls, claiming you as his Doll.

You slump against the tendrils, exhausted. Bucky pulls away from you, pulling you close to him, “Wait.” Bucky groans, letting you go, you sit on the chair, looking up at him.

Soft gold chains form around his neck and arms, the chain attaches to your bracelet, the family heirloom, you groan, forgetting to warn him.

“What the fuck have you done?” He bellows, glaring at you.

“Um, I forgot to mention…”

“Oh do tell me, why the fuck do I have chains around me?” His tone sarcastic, Bucky’s chest is rising and you can see the tendrils turn into a deep red as his anger inches towards the summit.

You wince,

“Um, my family was cursed, every first male that touches any of the women for the first time is bound to them… I didn’t, think you being well…” You trail off.

“You have a curse?” Bucky seethes, rubbing his temples in frustration, “come here spread your legs, I need a drink to help me fucking think.”

You try to speak as you feel the slickness return but the tendrils wrap around you and Bucky finds himself facing your dripping cunt, throwing all conversation out the window.

-x-

Part 2

[shruiee]

fucking finally you stopped writing about those faggots

If you mean Steve and Bucky. Then screw you. At least have the balls to say this from your actual account. Stucky will always be in my heart.

[aynanasstuff]

Wilsons' Residence// Sam Wilson x Desi!Reader

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Mama and Evil Eye 🔮

Bucky and Sam had been on a string of missions. They were successful in each one of them, thankfully, but kept getting beat up more than you know they usually would. So you did what your grandma taught you: took off their nazar.

"Come here and sit your asses down!" You order.

They know better than to question when you get like this, so Sam and Bucky quietly make their way to your couch. Bucky sees the bowl of salt and dried red chillies and quirks a brow, "Is she a witch or something?" he whispers to Sam.

"Yes. Yes, I am. Now zip it."

Sam smirks as Bucky raises his hands in surrender.

You take the bowl of salt and chillies and move it from the top of their heads to their feet, then moving it in a big circle around their forms a couple of times, cursing out the evil eye. Bucky seems more confused.

"Spit," You bring the bowl in front of them.

"Do what now?" Your husband's friend looks at you his brows up to his hairline.

"Man, you spit in it to burn the evil eye." Sam answers, like it's the most obvious thing.

"James, I don't mean spit like an old man chewing tobacco, I mean a little, just pretend."

"Fine, I guess."

You take the bowl into the backyard and burn the contents with camphor.

"What the hell was that?"

"She's pretty woowoo with this shit, noticed we were getting beat up even though we're better than what they were throwing at us, so she concluded that it was evil eye which, if you look before you, she is currently burning."

You run back to them, "Is it tickling your throat?"

"No?" Bucky answers.

"You, baby?"

"Nope."

"Damn, that eye was strong. No wonder y'all kept getting your ass beat. The fire's whistling, too."

"We just have to train more, it wasn't evil eye or whatever it is you believe it to be." Bucky replies gently, not wanting to disrespect your beliefs.

Sam smirks, "Man, if she says it's evil eye, it probably is evil eye."

"It's okay if you don't believe it but I promise you, next mission? You're not getting a scratch on your bodies."

Bucky chuckles, "We'll see, doll but knowing him we probably get more than just scratches on our bodies."

Sam scoffs, "You know what? You are the evil eye. Baby, do something about him!"

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The next mission finished successfully and as you'd predicted, no unnecessary injuries. Your smug smirk was enough to make Bucky stop questioning your 'woowoo'.

The next morning, you were all getting ready to drop the kids off at school. As they leave the door, you call out to them,

"Kids! Wait a minute!"

Sam comically halts with Paul and Riley, both stopping in their tracks and turning around, watching you walk towards them. "I forgot something," You swipe your ring finger along the edge of your eye to gather the kohl and place the black behind the boys' ears.

"There, safe as can be."

Sam chuckles at your gesture and turns his ear to you, teasing you. You gather some more kohl from your eye and do the same to him, kissing his forehead, "You know it works," You shrug with a smirk.

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A/n: So i hope you like this one and it isn't too niche hehe. This one is completely inspired by my grandma, she's the cutest. Please reblog, comment and like- keeps me going! Love y'all!!

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