#muse: bucky - staring problem - barnes

[alwaysxinxtrouble]

like this for a short starter from Bucky! length will vary. multi's, please include your muse in the comments. he has the least amount of threads out of my main muses and he is loud today!

[veltana]

Riding into the night - Biker!Bucky/Reader

✦ Pairing: Biker!Bucky Barnes/Fem!Reader ✦ Word count: ~7,8k ✦ Rating: Explicit ✦ Warnings/tags: AU, kind of soft!dark!Bucky, smut, fluff, past asshole partners mentioned, squirting, cunnilingus, vaginal fingering, spanking, spitting, edging, dirty talk, praise, degradation if you squint, breeding kink if you squint, manhandling, vaginal sex, condom, cum shot, pet names (Fairy). ✦ Summary: One of the bikers caught your attention as they tumbled inside. Tall, broad, covered in tattoos, and wearing a leather vest. Essentially no different from the rest of the gang. But those blue eyes met yours and for a second the world stood still. It was only you and him. ✦ Note: I don't know how to play pool, just go with it! 😂 This is also posted on my AO3

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It was Yelena's bachelorette party and after dinner and clubbing, she insisted you find a less respectable place to round out the night.

That’s how you end up in the sleazy bar at the edge of town that smells of sweat, stale beer, and badly fried food. The drinks are watered down but it doesn't tamper the mood of the party, because they have a few pool tables strewn about, and you never miss an opportunity to crush your friends with a few good games. The only problem is the group of bikers that rolled in fifteen minutes ago, filling up the rather empty bar with their loud voices.

As you're bending over the table to aim you can't shake the feeling of being watched. It throws off your concentration and you don’t hit the ball where you want, making you fail the shot. Righting yourself you sigh with irritation.

"That's not like you," Natasha points out as she gets ready for her turn. With a shrug you say, "Maybe I'd just had too much to drink." Yelena snorts, "I've seen you drunk enough to barely stand and still beat everyone." She waggles her eyebrows, "I think it's a pair of blue eyes that's distracting you."

You give her the finger, but you know exactly what she's talking about. One of the bikers caught your attention as they tumbled inside. Tall, broad, covered in tattoos, and wearing a leather vest. Essentially no different from the rest of the gang. But those blue eyes met yours and for a second the world stood still. It was only you and him. It felt as if diving into a clear blue lake on a hot summer day with not a problem in the world for you to care about. Then you realized you were staring and quickly looked away, breaking the small hypnosis.

Despite having had the most to drink all night, Yelena's observation skills never evade her. She saw what happened and she'd be damned if she let an opportunity to taunt you go to waste.

Quickly shooting a glance at the table, you find the man with the blue eyes. Unabashedly he's staring at you from where he sits. The others around him are talking, laughing, being rowdy, but not him. He takes a drink from his beer in silence, tattooed fingers holding the bottle, and never once does his gaze waver from you. His dark hair is in a ponytail but small strands have broken free to be tucked behind his ears.

You wouldn't say you have a type, but if you did, it wouldn't be him. You like nice guys. So far not anyone you've dated has had a single tattoo. On the other hand, you don't have to date him to fuck him. And that is something you're in desperate need of.

"And now she doesn't even realize it's her turn!" Carol breaks you from your musings and you look at the pool table. Shaking out your shoulders you try to dispel the feeling of eyes boring into your neck. Surveying what you have in front of you, a plan forms in your mind.

"Oh, I know that look!" Natasha shouts unnecessarily loud. She’s had the second most to drink through the night. You and Carol on the other hand are as close to sober as it gets.

Taking a breath, you get into position. In quick succession, you hit three shots dead on and they go right where they should, but when you move to the fourth, Carol is leaning against the edge. "You're in the way," you tell her. "I know!" she smiles. "Can you move?" "No, unfortunately not."

You try to push her off but she's solid muscles. Natasha and Yelena laugh at your failed attempts. "You know I'm going to win this anyway, right?" "I don't have to make it easy for you," she points out.

There is only one other option if you want to make the shot. So you climb up, sitting down on the edge to lean awkwardly past Carol. Just as you move the cue, she taps the edge, causing it to graze the top of the ball and then slide off. "Hey!" Hopping down, you poke her with the stick. "That's cheating!" "It's not like you to miss, are you feeling okay?" she grins. "You're such a sore loser, you know that?" "I have no idea what you're talking about." "My turn!" Natasha yells and shoves you to the side.

You take a few steps back and walk into something solid. Craning your neck to look up over your shoulder you freeze. It's him. The heat from his chest warms you and you're enveloped in his smell of fuel, beer, and cologne that is in no way unpleasant. "How about I buy you a drink as compensation for losing?” his smooth voice asks. That should make you mad because technically you didn't lose, Carol sabotaged you, but it's hard to conjure those feelings when your insides feel as if they’re liquefying. Instead, you nod dumbly before turning to your friends.

"Hey, is it okay-," you start but Yelena won't let you finish. She just waves her hand in a shooing motion and the others don't acknowledge your supposed question. "I'm just going to put this back," you gesture with your cue, but another, equally tall biker comes up beside the man with the blue eyes.

His hair is shorter and blond, cute, but not as drop-dead gorgeous as the other. "I'll take it, play your last rounds," he smiles and grabs the stick, before making his way to your friends.

With a grin, the man with the blue eyes nods his head towards the bar and you follow the short distance. When both of you have taken your places on the high chairs he asks, "What do you want?" "Just a beer's fine," you shrug. He orders from the bartender and then turns to you. "I'm Bucky," he says. After introducing yourself you ask, "Is that your real name or is it your ‘biker-name’?". He chuckles and puts a strand of long hair behind his ear. "It's actually a nickname I've had since I was a kid. And Steve," he gestures to the big guy who took your pool cue earlier, "Has always called me that. My legal name is James."

"But you prefer Bucky?" He shrugs, "I don't think anyone has called me James in a long time." "It's a pretty name, but Bucky sounds cooler. Way more biker!” you smile. That makes him laugh and you find yourself beaming. There is just something about him. He looks tough on the outside but you have a feeling he's a big teddy bear on the inside, and hearing him laugh makes you giddy.

The beer gets lower in your glass as you talk. He buys you another one but is still sipping on his first. "Not a fan of beer?" you ask. "I want to be able to get home in one piece later, and getting drunk is a recipe for crashing." "Have you ever crashed?" "Multiple times, but never anything severe." "What kind of bike do you have?" "I can show you." There is a glint in his eyes that makes your gut clench most pleasantly. "I would love to!"

When you hop off the stool, you lose your balance for a second. Yelena insisted that you all wear heels but you're not used to it in any way. Luckily, Bucky is quick with his arm, putting it around your waist and pulling you into his side to steady you. "Woah there, lightweight. I didn’t know anyone could get drunk off that beer." "I'm not drunk, it's these damn shoes! lost my balance!" "I better keep my arm around you, just to be safe." His smile is warm and playful and it’s as if his touch is burning your skin through your clothes. Your heart speeds up, fingertips tingle. "Yeah, just to be safe," you answer in a low voice.

His eyelids lower, blue eyes turning stormy. Electricity crackles between you and you wonder what he tastes like. But making out in the middle of a bar feels weird so instead you say, "About the bike?" "Yeah, the bike,” he murmurs and it takes a second or two for him to start moving again.

Before you leave, you stop by the pool table where the majority of the bikers have joined the small party. Someone has taken the tiara Yelena previously wore and put it on Steve's head. Another guy is wearing her sash. She's telling them about her wife-to-be, showing them all the cute pictures she's taken of Kate. As you pass Natasha you tell her, "We're just going to look at his bike." She eyes you up and down. "If that is some biker-slang for sex, just say that instead."

Bucky howls with laughter as you punch her in the arm, telling her to fuck off. She brushes her skin. "I think there are mosquitoes in here."

Before you can give her a piece of your mind Bucky drags you outside. It’s a warm evening and you’re glad because you only have a thin blouse on. "You're not a mosquito,” he comforts. “You’re too pretty for that, more like a fairy covered in all that glitter.” Your tummy loops when he calls you pretty and you look down at yourself. At some point, Carol had produced a can of glitter spray to drench all of you in. "I think there is a joke in there about sucking, but I can't find it right now,” you tell him instead, which makes him chuckle before stopping in front of a huge black bike. It's one of those chopper-esc things, not the sporty kind, and in the light from the streets, it looks menacing. "That's a monster," you point out. "It's not that bad." "It's standing still and I'm scared of it."

Bucky moves you from his side to the front of him, making you take a few steps closer. Then he grabs your wrist and puts your hand on the handlebar. "See, it's not so scary," his voice is low, right by your ear, making you shiver. "Yeah, it is," you mumble. "Promise I won't let anything happen to you if you hop on." You look up at him over your shoulder. "You underestimate how clumsy I am. What if it tips over?" "It won't," "Just, don't kill me when it happens, okay?"

What he says next is so faint you almost don't catch it. "There are other punishments I would rather use." Somehow your brain filters that into the purely sexual category and another shiver runs through you. Yeah, Bucky seems like the person who would administer sexual punishments. That is something you've never explored before but it still sends a tingle of excitement down your stomach.

Ignoring it for the moment you swing your leg over the saddle and settle on the seat. The tank in front of you has a huge red star on it and you trace it with your fingertips. "How does that feel?" he smiles down at you. The shadows make him look as menacing as his bike but he feels a lot less scary.

"Okay, I guess," you shrug and try to reach the handlebars but your arms are too short to properly grip them. "How do you even…?" "Scoot over and I'll show you." He gestures and you slide backward before he gets on like he's never done anything else in his life, gripping the handles without a problem.

"Should I start it up?" he asks over his shoulder. You shake your head vigorously, "Absolutely not!" He gets off the bike, just to straddle it the opposite way so he's turned towards you. First, he grabs your legs and puts them over his thighs, then pulls you closer with his hands on your waist. Your breathing gets shallow being so close to him. "Then how am I supposed to take you home, Fairy?" You grab a hold of his vest to steady yourself. "You wanna take me home?" "It's all I've been thinking about since I walked through the door tonight," he confesses.

"Oh," you just answer. His hands are warm through your blouse, the blue eyes piercing despite the low light. There is no denying you want him, you do, but going off with a stranger makes you weary. "Come on Fairy, tell me you don't feel the same?" "Yeah I do, it's just that I don't know you." You brush your hands inside his vest, letting them travel over the broad expanse of his chest, feeling him through his t-shirt.

For a moment you sit quietly and touch each other. Your brain is going a million miles per hour, weighing pros and cons. Bucky doesn’t seem like a psychopath who will rape and murder you. But on the other hand, he might as well be. "Then how about this," he suggests. "I go back in there and let your friends take a pic of me, leave my address and if you don't check in by midnight they can call the police." Your mouth hangs open. "You want to fuck me that bad?"

"I don't think you understand," he seems a little frustrated and his hands harden at your waist even though his voice stays soft. Leaning down, brushing his nose against yours, he explains, "Not only are you the sexiest thing I've seen in a long while. You're gorgeous. On top of that, I've learned in the last hour, that you’re funny and sweet too. So indulge me, let me take you home and show you just how good I can make you feel."

Your mouth is dry as a desert. No one has ever spoken to you like that before. No one has in such a short time made you feel so desired. Finally, you decide to go with your gut, hoping it’s not going to turn out to be a terrible mistake. "Okay, Bucky," you nod.

With a wicked smile, he gets off the bike and walks back to the bar. You take out your phone and quickly write in the group chat, telling them your location is on and sending them a picture of his bike with the red star showing.

It takes longer for Bucky to come back than you thought it would and when he emerges, you notice his vest is gone. "What happened?" "That red-headed friend of yours gave me a stern talking to, and made me leave the vest." "Why?" "She said it seemed important to me, and you're important to her, and if I do something to hurt you she's going to do unspeakable things to the vest and my reputation."

That makes you laugh. Natasha may antagonize you on a regular basis but she's also fiercely protective.

He snatches a helmet from the bike beside and turns to you. "Ever ridden one of these before?" "Not a motorcycle! I've ridden a regular bike." He huffs at that before listing off some do's and don'ts. "But the most important thing," he finishes. "Is that you hold on to me really tight." He smirks, before putting the helmet on your head, tightening the straps. It's a little big but you don't think it will come off.

Bucky gets on and the bike roars to life. Telling you to hold on to him was unnecessary because the moment the sound and feel of the bike hits you, your arms go around his waist and grab onto his clothes. Your heart is hammering and you feel a nervous sweat run down your neck. He never puts a helmet on and before you know it you're flying down the streets.

You have no idea how much time passes or where you are in the city since you’re devoting all of your concentration to hanging onto him. Finally, he slows down and drives into a parking garage attached to a high-rise building. Cars stand in neat rows and he parks in an unoccupied space before getting off.

With shaky fingers, you try to open the clasp to the helmet but fail three times before he notices and does it for you. "That bad huh?" he asks as he hangs the helmet on the handle. "I don't think I can stand," you confess.

As you get off, Bucky holds you to his chest until the ground stabilizes around you. You take the opportunity to study him. There are crow's feet at the edge of his eyes that tell you he smiles a lot. Above the cleft in his chin is his full lips that you've been eyeing for most of the evening. They look soft and delicious.

Your hands travel up and braid behind his neck. Experimentally you pull, seeing if he'll follow, and he does. "I think a kiss would also help," you hint. "Who am I to say no," he hums in response.

As he bends down, you rise up and your lips meet halfway. At first, it's slow but you're both a bit desperate and it quickly gets heavier. Your finger loosens the hair tie and tangles in his long strands, pulling lightly, drawing a pleased sound from his throat. In response, he cups your ass and lifts you off the ground to pull you closer. A surprised moan leaves you before you wrap your legs around his waist and he starts walking. He breaks away just so he can find the button for the elevator, then he is right back to your lips.

Inside, he presses you up against the wall hard enough to get his hands free. They slide up your sides, in under your blouse, making you sigh into his mouth from contentment, fisting the hair at the nape of his neck harder, pressing him closer. Too quickly, but also not quickly enough the elevator dings with the announcement of its arrival on the floor.

Once again Bucky carries you to the door where he fumbles with the keys before getting it open, never breaking from your mouth.

You don't see much of the inside of his apartment because as soon as the door shuts you start pulling at his clothes, wanting them off, to feel his warm skin. The sheets are blue and the bed soft you notice as he places you down on it. With pants and blouse off, the next thing that goes is your bra and he stops the feverish kissing long enough to take you in.

"Fairy," his voice is grovely. "Fuck!" Is all he says before he gently cups your tits, thumbing your nipples and drawing small pleased sounds from you. The fabric of your panties is soaked and every pass over your sensitive peaks shoots another bolt of desire through you.

"Bucky! Can you… please!" you try. It's hard to form words. In an alarmingly short period, he’s got you unbelievably horny and all you can think about is that you need to be touched, to come!

Still playing with your tits he asks, "What do you need Fairy? Tell me what I can do for you." "Take the rest of your damn clothes off and eat me out, or finger me, or something! I'm dying!" "We don't want that now do we?" he smirks and bends down enough to give each of your nipples a kiss. When the last of his clothes go, you suck in a breath because he looks fucking divine. Just like his arms and fingers, his chest and abdomen are covered in tattoos but it doesn't hide the powerful muscles underneath. “You are… wow…” you tell him and swallow roughly. Before you have time to inspect every swirl of ink, he climbs onto the bed and starts up where he left off. His mouth trailing down from your sternum, over your stomach, dragging his teeth tantalizingly over your hip bones, kissing your mound before carefully ridding you of your underwear.

He spreads you with his thumbs, moaning when he sees how wet you are. "Fairy, I think your cunt likes me," he teases. You're about to grip his head and shove his mouth to where you need it, telling him to shut up and get going, but luckily he doesn’t waste any more time.

The cry of pleasure that leaves your mouth is probably heard by the neighbors. Feeling him work you over sends your head spinning and your body twitching. With his tongue and his lips, he tries different pressures and speeds just to see what makes you moan the loudest. "Fingers, Bucky! I need your fingers!" you tell him and seconds later two thick digits start pumping in and out of you, crooking every now and then to find the right spot.

It builds inside you in no time, the dual sensation making it brilliant. But what you feel as you near the edge makes you put your hands against his forehead, pushing and saying, "Wait! Bucky, stop." Hastily he pulls away, fingers leaving you, eyes wide and confused as he sits up. "What is it? Did I hurt you?"

Panting heavily, trying to get your quivering body under control, you wave your hand. "No, no, it's fine! Don't worry!" Then he dares touch you again. His hands slide up and down your inner thighs in a soothing gesture. "Tell me what's wrong. Do you want to stop?" His voice is as soft as his gaze on you.

"God no, I don't want to stop! It's just, ehm…" you feel the embarrassment in your chest, heating you from the inside in an unpleasant way. "Please tell me, Fairy. We can do whatever you want." You try to explain in as roundabout terms as possible, "Sometimes… when it's really good… I can't control what my body does." If you had been smart you would have had this conversation before getting into bed with him, but you weren’t, so now you have to face the unpleasant consequences. "Fairy, what are you saying?" Burying your face in your hands you continue, "Sometimes it's only a little and sometimes it's a lot, but I don't know beforehand so it's better to stop and let me calm down a bit."

There is a beat of silence before his command cuts through it, "Look at me." Slowly you lower your hands. "Were you about to squirt?" he asks point blank. "I hate that word,” you mutter. "Tell me, Fairy," he commands again. "Yes, I'm sorry. I can't control it, it happens!” You’ve had this conversation before, usually after it was already too late and you know how it goes. Luckily you remembered to stop. You’re not sure you would have been able to live it down if it had happened with Bucky. But he does not look happy at all, his eyes near slits, and you reach out towards him, letting your palms graze along his arms to placate him. “I've calmed down now so we can keep going if you want. It rarely happens when I have sex so we can just do that!"

"No," his cold tone answers and your stomach drops. Before you can crawl off the bed to go home he says, "Turn over, ass up, head down." "Bucky, I can just…" You aim your thumb at the door but he doesn’t acknowledge the gesture, only telling you, "Do it, Fairy."

Confused but also curious you turn over on your stomach and bring your knees in under you, doing as you’re told. His hands start making slow steady circles over your ass, caressing and squeezing. "Have you ever been spanked before?" "What?" "You heard me. Have you?" "No… not really…" "So, because you robbed me of your fountain orgasm I'm going to spank you as a punishment. And then you're going to turn over again and I'm going to make you come until you've ruined the sheets. Are we clear, Fairy?" "But, I just thought-,” you begin but he interrupts you. "Whatever someone has said to you before to make you think that you don't deserve to come as hard as you can, makes me so fucking angry. I want all of your pleasure, Fairy, and you're going to give it to me. Understand?" Once again you’re surprised by his words and you give yourself the benefit of the doubt that he knows what he’s in for. With a soft voice, you tell him, "I understand Bucky," and arch your back, showing him that you're ready. "Fucking beautiful."

The sting to your ass is more pleasure than pain. With every impact from his hand, a jolt goes to your cunt. If you were wet before, you're dripping by the time he declares you're done. Each of your ass cheeks gets a kiss before he pushes at your hip and makes you lay on your back again, the sheets cool against your heated skin. He crawls up over you, giving you a long hard kiss. "How are you feeling?" "Very horny," you confess. "Ready to come for me?" "Absolutely, Bucky!"

In no time, he’s back between your legs and starts as he did before, licking and tasting you until you're begging for his fingers. The combination of your slick and his saliva have wetness running down your ass, making a puddle below you. Since you were already so close before you made him stop, it doesn't take long for the coil to wind tight in your lower belly. It’s the same feeling as earlier and you warn him before it happens. "Bucky, I'm going to come!" For a second he lets up to tell you, "Please do, Fairy, I want every last drop."

Maybe it's because of the unplanned edging together with the spanking or it's because Bucky knows exactly what to do with his hands and mouth, or everything combined, but when you arch off the bed with a mind-boggling orgasm, the sides of your vision go hazy and your legs spasm hard. You think you hear Bucky moan but the blood is rushing in your ears.

Panting worse than before you sink into the bed, body lax with the release and you look down to see the unmistakable sign of your climax. Not only are your thighs wet, but the sheets are a shade or two darker, and Bucky is wiping his smirking face with the edge of the cover.

Biting your lip you try to not feel too much shame, but it's hard after years of being told it's disgusting. Although he said he wanted it, maybe he didn't know what he signed up for. "Sorry," you finally say. "Don't ever say that to me again after coming, Fairy. That was fucking amazing!" "Everything is wet." "Everything can be washed," he reassures you. Then he gets off the bed to rummage through a drawer, pulling out a condom. When he turns to you he says, "Now be a good little Fairy and grab your legs for me so I can fuck that sweet cunt of yours."

You watch with anticipation as he rolls the condom on before you pull your legs up, holding behind your knees. As he gets on the bed again, he takes a second to swipe his cock-head through your slick, lubing himself up, but you're impatient, whining and wiggling to get him inside.

"Yeah, yeah, don't worry, you'll get my cock," he’s trying to scold you but it gets lost when he can’t take his eyes away from the view of pressing inside you. The sensation being carried from your cunt throughout your body as he steadily fills you more and more makes your breathing labored and your hands clamping down on your legs harder. "God, that's a pretty fucking pussy taking all my cock," his voice is so low it travels through you like a baseline. Slowly he pulls out and presses in again, mesmerized by what he's seeing, but for you, it's just pure torture.

"Bucky, I need more!" you beg. His answer isn't to fuck you harder or faster like you want. Instead, he spits on your exposed cunt, making you gasp before he presses a thumb against your oversensitive clit. A loud moan rips from your throat and your legs shake. “You get so fucking tight when I touch your clit, feels amazing!”

He keeps the thumb still as he fucks you. Slow, deep thrusts that keep you right on the edge of coming. If he just moved his finger and sped up a little you'd be flying again. But he seems determined to drag this out, his groans and moans are telling you that he's enjoying it very much. Bucky's eyes keep shifting from your face to your chest, down to where you're connected, watching his cock spear you.

Suddenly he removes his hand, but before you can sound a word of protest he's leaned forward, using both his hands to grab the back of your neck. He bends your head down and lifts you from the bed a little until there is no mistake what he wants you to see. “Watch your pussy take all of my cock, Fairy. It belongs there. As if it was fucking made for me. Sucking me right back in every time I pull out.”

Briefly, he lets you have what you need, fucking you faster, slamming into you, making you feel him deep as you watch your body take him over and over again. You understand why he can’t stop watching. It’s filthy at the same time it turns you on more. In desperation, you reach down to touch yourself but he lets you go, making you bounce against the bed slightly before batting your hands away. Then he pulls out and you cry in protest. “No! Bucky! I wanna come! Fuck me!”

Sweat is glistening on his naked chest and his cock stands out from his body, the condom shiny with your slick, but he doesn't acknowledge your plea, only tells you. “On your stomach. Grab a pillow and put it under your hips.”

The pulse in your cunt is uncomfortable, almost unbearable, and you glare at him, having half a mind to just finish off yourself and get some god damned relief. Bucky raises an eyebrow in question as to why you're not doing as he says. With an irritated huff, you turn over, grabbing a pillow and stuffing it under your hips, folding your arms and laying your head on them with a pout, clearly showing him that you're not happy.

The swat to your ass makes you yelp since it's much harder than when he spanked you earlier. It earns him a glare over your shoulder. “Don't be bratty, Fairy,” he reprimands you before his knees push your legs wider and he presses into you swiftly again. He pulls your hands out from under your head, lacing your fingers together before laying down on top of you, kissing your shoulder.

“We were having such a good time,” he says as he starts fucking you again. The new angle makes his dick press right against your g-spot, forcing a whine out of you. Even though you don’t want to give him the satisfaction you can’t help to push your ass against him. With all his weight on top of you, it's hard to move, but your body craves him. “But now you're mad at me, Fairy. What can I do to make it better?” Rutting harder he sends white-hot pleasure through you. You've never been able to come from penetration alone, but the way your body feels makes you think that this might do the trick. “I want to come!” you almost sob.

“Yeah, I know Fairy. Don't forget that I can feel every little pulse of your cunt around me.” There is no comfort to be found in his tone. “Why are you being so mean?!” you cry. That makes him laugh into your neck. “Oh little Fairy. This is not me being mean. This is me wanting to give you the pleasure of your life.” He nips at your skin. “We could have been done a long while ago. You feel so good I could come any second. But I don't want that.” His hands squeeze yours. “I want you to always remember this. No matter what happens after, it'll be seared into your memories. Every time you're with someone else you'll wish it was me fucking you.”

The little show of possession makes your heart beat double and you're about to tell him you don't want to be with anyone else ever again, but that's crazy, so instead you respond with what you hope will get you what you need. “Then fuck me like you fucking mean it because right now your performance is mediocre at its best,” trying and failing to sound unaffected. This time his laugh is tinged with something cruel and you have a second to wonder what the hell you've let loose before he raises himself, pressing your joint hands into the bed to keep his weight on, and then starting to fuck you in earnest.

A sharp cry is forced from you by the brutal thrusts. The angle is much better and your body starts burning from the inside. Screams, moans, and pleas all tumble together from your lips.

Every time you think you might be close to coming he slows down, just enough to keep you from reaching any kind of high. That makes you livid and when you curse him out, he releases your hands, instead placing them between your shoulder blades, pressing you down hard into the mattress, before starting up again.

“I wish I had a vibrator to shove between your legs. Put it on the highest setting and force you to come over and over again. You'd be begging me to stop instead, trying to run away, crying. I bet you'd look real pretty sobbing.”

Your cunt clenches hard at the mental image he's presenting. You can't decide if that would be worse than this. Your body feels like a livewire, ready to release all the pent-up pleasure that has accumulated in your body. All it needs is the right touch at the right place.

One moment you’re on your front, and in the next, he’s flipped you over on your back again. You don’t even have the presence of mind to be surprised because he’s instantly inside you, your legs over his shoulders and his hands gripping your head, kissing you fiercely. It’s teeth and tongue and lips in a jumble. With his pelvis pressing against your clit it drives you fast towards the edge. “I need to see your face when you lose it on my cock,” he rests his forehead on yours. Despite his words, he slows down when it starts to climb inside you. You groan, almost in pain, the edging is making you feel crazy. Over and over again he refuses you the release you’re so desperately after.

A little too late you realize that maybe there is something you can do, instead of begging, that will get you what you want. “I wish you could come inside me,” you whisper, looking right into his eyes, clenching around him when you speak. When he groans you know you’ve hit the spot, but you press down the grin. “You want to fill me up with your cum, Bucky?” you ask before you give him a ruthless kiss. “Yeah fuck, Fairy!” He thrusts hard in response. “Better fuck me good then, and maybe I'll come back and let you do it.”

“Oh Fairy,” he growls and moves one hand to the headboard, gripping it, the other grasping the base of your skull. “You’ll come back. I'll have you outside my door, on your knees, begging for my cock.” The pace he sets has the bed creaking disconcertingly. “Maybe I'll even let you in, crawling on all fours.”

As his voice paints the picture of your submission, the climax mounts in you. Bucking up against him, you try to get more when he’s already giving you everything. All thoughts about teasing him are forgotten with the immediate pleasure. “Don't stop-don't stop-don't stop!” You chant. “Never, Fairy. Come on my dick. Let me see you.”

Your vision goes spotty when the orgasm hits, your throat screaming his name, body convulsing in a way you’ve never experienced before. Afterward, your body goes limp, twitching with aftershocks as Bucky seeks his own release. Maybe you can't have him come inside you, but you want something more. “Come on me,” you tell him in a hoarse voice. “Fuck! What?” He’s so beautiful above you with his hair hanging down in his face, sweat making his skin shine, the clear desperation and shock on his face. “Paint me with your cum, please Bucky,” you say once again. “God dammit, Fairy! Fuck!” He sits back and rips the condom off. A few swipes are all it takes and he's shooting ropes up your stomach and chest, blue eyes wide and staring as if he can't believe it, moaning your name loudly in his deep voice. It makes you grin like the Cheshire cat, knowing you can affect him just as much as he does you.

He sags down beside you, panting heavily. You never want to move but as the sweat and cum start to cool, your heart calms down, and you start feeling something else.

“Oh, I think I…” you mumble, looking down between your legs. “When I came I…” “You squirted?” Bucky chuckles at your unwillingness to say the word. “Yeah. That usually doesn't happen with sex.” “It did. You almost pushed my dick out when you came too.” He kisses your shoulder and up your neck. You turn your head to meet him in a soft kiss. “You also called me James,” he smiles against your lips.

You stare at him in horror as your mind catches up with what he’s saying and you realize you did in fact do that. “Oh god,” You wish you could sink through the bed and continue into the earth's core. “I don't know why I did that!” He kisses you again. “Don't worry, I liked it,” he reassures you.

After some more kissing, the various bodily fluids on your skin compel you to get up and head for the bathroom to clean yourself up. When you're done you study yourself for a moment in the mirror, thinking that you’ll see something different after you've just been fucked within an inch of your sanity, but you look just the same.

When you get back to the bedroom, Bucky has stripped the bed and is in the process of putting new sheets on. After you help him, you start looking for your clothes, thinking you'll take a cab home, but Bucky stops you by pulling you into a warm embrace. “You need to text your friends. I prefer my vest and my reputation untarnished.”

With a laugh you move to find your phone and when you do you notice you have a bunch of notifications. It's well past midnight.

It seems as if he doesn't want to be far away from you because as you’re writing a reply, he comes up behind you and hugs you close. Suddenly you have a better idea and stop what you’re doing, instead, you take a picture of the two of you, aiming it to just show your bare upper shoulders and your faces. The flash goes off in the dim room and when you see the picture you giggle. What you couldn't tell in the mirror, the picture clearly shows. Two fucked out people. You send it with just a short line about being alive.

When you're done you turn in Bucky's arms. “Satisfied?” “In more ways than one,” he smiles cheekily before kissing you. After a lazy make-out session standing naked in the middle of the room, you begin to pull away. “I need to-” “Stay,” Bucky finishes for you, tightening his arms. “Stay?” “Yeah, I'll make you breakfast tomorrow and then take you home.” “You don't have to,” you tell him. “Indulge me?” “Fine,” you sigh as if it’s a great burden. “I guess I could stay, but if you don't cuddle me, I'm leaving.” He pinches your ass in reprimand, making you jump. “You have no idea what you've signed up for, Fairy.”

True to his words Bucky hardly lets you out of bed, even in the morning when you need to use the bathroom. When you come back he holds up the cover and pats the mattress. As soon as you're beside him he pulls you in closer, putting his face in the crook of your neck and mouthing at your skin. A pleasurable sigh leaves you as you snuggle in closer to his warm body. Although the both of you were naked together the night before you never had time to explore his body, so now you let your hands roam everywhere they can reach.

Bucky lets his own hands travel over your skin, but those touches don’t stay innocent long and soon his erection is pressed into your stomach. Taking pity on him you spit in your palm and grab him, making him hiss at the contact before you lazily start pumping him. When he tries to reach between your legs you push his hand away. “No, let me take care of you,” you say sternly. “Whatever you say, Fairy,” he groans and thrusts into your palm.

There is no finesse to it all, just a quick morning hand job. He comes between your bodies, dirtying the sheets. When you see his eyelids starting to close again you poke him and they fly open. “You promised me breakfast!” “You just missed it,” he winks. In response, you roll your eyes before getting up. “Men!”

Instead of pulling on your jeans and the blouse drenched in glitter from the night before you snag the t-shirt he was wearing and find your discarded panties. The t-shirt barely covers your ass but at least you're semi-dressed as you go out into the kitchen to find something to eat.

Muttering under his breath about you being a stubborn woman he follows you in sweatpants and a fresh henly. Before you can find the coffee he hauls you up and puts you on the kitchen island, boxing you in with his arms on either side, lowering himself to glare at you. “Instead of opening every cupboard in the whole damn kitchen, tell me what you want and I'll make it.” “Coffee, with milk and sugar.” “And to eat?” “What do you usually make for the women you bring home?” you tease.

That makes him rise to his full height, looking down at you, and crossing his arms. “You think I have a habit of bringing women home and fucking them like I did you last night?” “You didn't get that good by theorizing,” you point out. “There hasn't been anyone, in a long time, Fairy,” his voice is suddenly soft as he cups your cheeks. You have another teasing comment on your lips but think better of it when you see his guarded look.

Instead, you put your arms around his waist and pull him in between your legs, resting your chin against his sternum to look up at him. “Then you make me whatever you want. But I don't like fish.” With a smile, he asks, “How about scones?” “Sounds perfect.”

When you’re done with breakfast he puts you on the table, insisting that he needs dessert and showing a much gentler side than the night before as he strums your body until you tell him you can't come anymore. Then he carries you to the couch and puts on a random channel. Together you watch reruns until you slide down his body to give him some of his own medicine. No matter how much he begs, you take your sweet time tasting him and when he comes it’s with a roar of your name. After some more cuddles and a nap, you convince him that you actually need to go home.

Just as you're about to head out there is a knock on the door and Bucky opens it to find Steve outside, holding his vest. Earlier he explained that Steve lives a few apartments down the hall. “I was told to give this to you.” Bucky takes it and inspects it quickly before hanging it up. To you, it seems untarnished.

“Hope Nat didn't give you too hard a time,” you smile. Assuming they'd stayed late at the bar and when she'd seen your text she'd given it to Steve. His eyes quickly flick away and there is a blush on his cheek. “No, no, it was fine.” You narrow your eyes and study him, noticing a small red bite mark on his neck. “Oh my god!” you exclaim and start laughing. Steve blushes even more. Bucky looks confused between the two of you. “What?” In a very loud whisper, you tell him, “I think Nat is at Steve's place.” Bucky's eyes glimmer with mirth and he looks at him. “Yeah, yeah, whatever.” Steve waves and heads back down the hall. Just as he pulls the door open you yell. “Tell her I said hi!”

Fortunately, Bucky also has a car, and as he drives you home, he keeps his hand on your thigh the entire time. Outside your apartment, he turns to you. “I want to see you again,” he says. “Okay.” You want that too. So much! “When?” “Tomorrow ideally but if that doesn't work, how about a date on Friday?” You could do tomorrow but you feel yourself already falling for him. Some distance would do you good, so you say, “Friday sounds great! Give me your phone.” You type in your number and save it under the fairy emoji before sending yourself a text. Then you save him under a motorcycle emoji.

Before you can get out he pulls you in for a long, deep kiss. “Now go before I kidnap you and keep you warm in my bed all week.” “Don't tempt me with a good time,” you wink and give him one last peck before getting out. In an act of pure self-preservation, you don't look back.

After a long shower, and checking your phone a million times throughout the evening to see if he’s texted, you come to the realization that you will never make it to Friday. You: [If I told you that I’ve changed my mind and want to see you tomorrow, would that make me seem desperate?] The response is quick. Bucky: {No more than I feel right now. I’ll pick you up after work. When do you get off?} Refusing to let an opportunity like that go to waste, you reply. [Preferably quicker than last night. I’m not sure I’m a fan of edging ;)] {Fairy, don’t make me spank you again. Off of work.} [I’ve told you not to tempt me with a good time ;) I get off at four]

[thatsmzbitchtoyou]

The Naughty Nanny Chapter 3

Summary:  Bucky had a lovechild from a one night stand.  He barely even remembered it, and was surprised to find a baby on his doorstep 9 months later.  But one look at that little girl and he knew she was his and that he’d die for her.  The only problem was, he knew nothing about babies, and being an Avenger meant he couldn’t just drop everything and be a dad full time.  Then he found the perfect nanny…or so he thought.

**In this universe Steve never left, Tony never died.** **curvy reader** Warnings: talk of sexual harassment, unwanted/non-consensual touching/sexual assault, eventual smut

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Bucky had made up his mind the moment Y/N walked out of the room.  She’d be Winnie’s nanny.  The other candidates were qualified and seemed like good people with “cleaner” pasts than Y/N but there was something about her that he had a good feeling about.  He made a follow-up interview with her to meet her personally with Winnie as a kind of trial run and work out the specifics of what he would need or want from her.  Winnie was babbling away on the floor, swatting at the mobile pieces above her as Bucky paced around the living room waiting for her.

“Sergeant Barnes?  Y/N Y/L/N is here,” Friday’s voice announced.

“Send her in,” Bucky said, clearing his throat nervously.

A few minutes later there was a knock on the door and he quickly went to open it.  Y/N stood there, wringing her hands in front of her and looking shocked at the sight of him.  “Hi,” Bucky greeted her and held out his flesh hand.  “I’m Bucky.  It’s nice to meet you.”

“Y/N,” she smiled at him.  “I’m sorry, I don’t mean to stare.  It’s just a surprise to see the James Buchanan Barnes in front of me right now.”

“The James Buchanan Barnes?  Wow, that makes me sound really important,” Bucky scoffed as he gestured for her to enter.  “I’m not nearly that special.”

“Agree to disagree,” Y/N replied as she stepped inside.  Her eyes flitted around the room and then settled on Winnie.  “Oh my god!  And who is this?” she said, her voice rising in pitch as she slowly took a step toward the baby.

“This is my daughter, Winnie,” Bucky said as he walked passed Y/N.  He picked Winnie up and held her supportively to face Y/N.  “Winnie, this is Y/N, say hi,” he held Winnie’s tiny hand and made her wave.

“Hi,” Y/N greeted her, stepping closer to them.  Winnie stared at Y/N for a moment, getting accustomed to the new face, then smiled widely.  “Oh hello, pretty thing!” Y/N sing-songed at her.  “She’s beautiful,” she said, glancing at Bucky.

“She is,” Bucky agreed, his eyes flicking back and forth between them.

“Can I see you?” Y/N said, holding her hands out to Winnie.  Bucky nodded and waited for Winnie to move.  She opened her arms and reached for Y/N, which surprised him.  She wasn’t always so easy to go to someone new.  “Good girl, yes you are,” Y/N praised Winnie as she held her close and looked at her.  Winnie studied her face, her smile never leaving.  She reached her tiny hand out and patted Y/N’s cheek then babbled some noises.  “It’s nice to meet you, too,” Y/N nodded at her.  “How old is she?”

“Almost 11 months,” Bucky replied, a soft smile on his face as he watched her.

Y/N gasped lightly and looked at Winnie with wide eyes.  “Oh!  So big!  You’re going to be a whole year old soon!  How does it feel?”  Winnie giggled at Y/N’s wide eyes.  “Oh I bet,” Y/N laughed.

“She likes you,” Bucky mused.

Y/N shrugged.  “At least for now, huh?  Then at midnight it’s a whole different ball game isn’t it?” she tickled Winnie’s neck, making Winnie giggle again and scrunch against her.  “Yeah, you stinker.”

Bucky blinked surprisedly at the same nickname he gave Winnie at times.  He chuckled then turned to the kitchen.  “Did you want something to drink while we talk?”

“Water would be great, thank you,” Y/N answered, still whispering to Winnie and slowly following him into the kitchen.  He handed her a water bottle and led her to the kitchen table, pulling out a chair for her before she sat.  “Oh, thanks,” Y/N looked a little stunned at the gesture but quickly sat, readjusting Winnie in her arms.

“So, we should talk about–”

“Before we start, I just want to make sure that you know about what I told Miss Potts yesterday,” Y/N interrupted him.  

Bucky paused before nodding.  “Right, your job at the burlesque club?”  Y/N nodded, her eyes narrowing at him.  He gave her a long look.  “I’m sure you know at least a little about me and my past.”  She nodded again.  “I won’t judge you if you don’t judge me,” he smirked at her.

Her smile came back at that and she looked back at Winnie who was tugging at Y/N’s hair.  “Sounds good to me,” she said, glancing at him again.

They talked for a long time about what it was he was wanting her to do.  Y/N would move into the suite he was in, since there was another bedroom available.  She would be right next to Winnie’s nursery and across from Bucky, and they would figure out the weekly schedule she would be working when he was on missions, otherwise she would primarily be the night nurse.  

“Can I ask about Winnie’s mother?” Y/N said as the conversation wound down.

Bucky sighed heavily and looked down at the table.  “Yeah, um…it was a one night stand situation.  I’m normally a lot more careful, but one too many pints of Asguardian mead did me in,” he smiled ruefully.  “I don’t even remember it, to be honest.”

Y/N nodded, no judgment showing on her face.  “And she didn’t want to be a part of her life?”  

“No,” Bucky answered simply.  “Signed over her rights and everything.  I didn’t even know about Winnie until she was dropped off here when she was three weeks old.”

Y/N’s brow furrowed and she frowned, a sad look in her eyes.  She looked down at Winnie who was quietly chewing on a cold teething toy.  “Poor thing,” she murmured, her hold on Winnie becoming a little tighter like a hug.  “At least she has you,” she said, giving him a soft smile.   Bucky didn’t know how to respond, dazed by her kindness, but smiled back at her.

Pepper joined them a little while later on a phone call discussing the insurance, benefits and pay options for her.

“Well, when did you want to move in?” Pepper asked.

“I’m available whenever,” Y/N answered, glancing at Bucky who was now holding a sleeping Winnie.

“Alright, then let’s plan on moving you in on Friday, two days from now.  We’ll help you break your lease and send movers to help move your things,” Pepper said, sounding very professional.  “I have your phone number so I’ll text you the details.”

“That sounds perfect, thank you,” Y/N said.

“Thanks Pepper,” Bucky called out.

“No problem, Bucky.  Talk to you later,” she said then hung up.

“Well, it’s all settled,” Bucky said.  Y/N stood up and he joined her, leading her to the front door.  “Thank you for doing this.  I’m just…really in over my head,” Bucky sighed as he opened the door for her.

“Of course.  Thank you for employing me,” Y/N laughed, stepping out into the hallway.  “And just so you know, you’re doing everything right,” she said, giving him a reassuring smile.  “Parenthood is not a one size fits all experience.  She’s gonna be just fine,” she reached a finger out and stroked Winnie’s cheek softly, “with a dad like you.”

Bucky gaped at her.  He didn’t realize just how much he needed to hear that, and felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude towards her.  He looked away and grunted to push past the lump forming in his throat.  “Thank you,” he said quietly.

“You’re welcome, Bucky,” Y/N said.  “See you Friday.”

“Yeah, see you then,” Bucky agreed, then smiled at her as she waved and walked toward the elevator.  He closed the door and sighed heavily again.  He looked down at Winnie who was still sleeping soundly.  “I think she’s just what we need,” he whispered to her and kissed her nose.

@angelbabyyy99 @capswife @julvrs @bellabarnes1378 @mega-kittyglitter-1 @buckitostan @mostlymarvelgirl @buckitostan @drdbnkl2008 @wintrsoldrluvr @danzer8705

[metalbvcky]

A Daddy's Himbo

It has been way too long since I last posted a oneshot, but thanks to Bucky's birthday and all the events at @buckybarnesevents, the muse decided to switch gears for a change. Literally, I haven't written dom Bucky until now (nothing solid at least) but look where time finally got me 😏 It was also a good break from finishing up my series!

Stucky Bingo Round 5 — I5 - AU: No Powers @stuckybingo Bucky Barnes Events, Bucky's Birthday Bash Bucky Barnes Events, Juneiverse Round 2 — Shop

Pairing: Steve/Bucky Rating: Explicit Word/Chapter Count: 5,129 (1/1) Tags: Modern AU, Exes to Lovers, Getting Back Together, Dom Bucky, Sub Steve, Kink Convention, Queer Themes (more tags on AO3)

💔 Summary 💔

It’s been well over a decade since Bucky moved to the west coast in search of different opportunities. He left his old life in New York behind, and even though staring from scratch sucks balls, he made it work. The leather and kink community opened their arms to him and he was reborn.

Then years later, he's offered to help out an established kink festival. The problem? It's on the other coast. But he's a professional dom, and he's not one to betray the community that got him here today.

What he hadn't expected, however, was running into an ex on the day of preparations.

His old sub.

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[janeykath318]

Wintershock Meeting at a Wedding.

“Hey, Steve, who is that woman in the hot pink? She looks familiar, but I can’t seem to place her?”

Bucky’s whispered question to his best friend was clearly meant to sound casual, but Steve wasn’t blind and he’d observed him eying Darcy with decided interest for most of the reception.

Sharing a pleased look with his bride, he turned back to Bucky.

“Oh, that’s Dr. Darcy Lewis. She’s an astrophysicist who used to work with Dr. Foster at the Tower. You probably saw her around there. She is quite the firecracker.”

“Hmmm,” Bucky mused thoughtfully, a gleam in his eye that suggested the old flirty Bucky. This was very promising.

“Would you like an introduction?” Natasha inquired hopefully. She’d been trying to set both Steve and Bucky up unsuccessfully for years (Steve being unsuccessful because it turned out he was in love with her and didn’t want to date anyone else) and what better time to help secure her longtime friend’s prospective future happiness?

“Nah,” Bucky declined. “It’s about time I did that on my own again. Wish me luck.”

“Like you need it,” Steve retorted playfully, knowing how smooth Bucky could be when he wanted to.

“I appreciate the vote of confidence,” Bucky replied with a touch of his old smirk as he ambled toward Darcy. He had been making major progress since he’d changed therapists to someone that actually cared to understand him.

“This could be very interesting,” Steve remarked.

“I can’t wait to see the sparks fly,” Natasha agreed.

Darcy was laughing at one of Maria’s dry jokes when she saw Bucky Barnes approaching.

“Oooh! I think he’s looking at you!” Wanda squealed, nudging Darcy.

“Yeah, right,” Darcy retorted, but then she looked up right into a pair of blue eyes that were definitely smirking at her. Her mouth went dry.

“Dr. Lewis?” He asked. (Ooh, that voice! Oh that tux!)

“Yes, that’s me,” she managed. “What can I do for you, Sergeant Barnes?”

She inwardly cringed at how flirty that had sounded, but Bucky just smiled even more.

“I haven’t been to a wedding in eighty years and I’m a little rusty on how they celebrate nowadays. Would you care to show me the ropes?”

There went that smirk again. He really was flirting with her. Wow, okay. She could work with that.

Darcy smiled encouragingly back at him.

“I’d be happy too. First off, can you dance? It’s okay if you can’t, because I do have a backup plan for non-dancers.”

“That won’t be a problem, doc. One of my few talents lies in the dancing area. Just ask Steve.”

She scoffed at the “few talents” line and shook her head.

“Oh, I’ve heard stories, but how do I know Steve wasn’t exaggerating? You’ve gotta prove it, soldier.”

Bucky stepped up closer to her, piercing her with a challenging, yet still amused, stare.

“Alright, then. Dance with me and I’ll give you all the proof you need.”

“Oh, you’re on,” she replied breathlessly.

Bucky proceeded to prove to her very, very decisively how well he knew his way around a dance floor and Darcy thought she’d died and gone to heaven, especially when he dipped her. Oh, Steve had not been exaggerating in the slightest. In fact, he’d undersold it.

Despite his statement, Bucky had had a tiny bit of worry that his skills were as rusty as his wedding etiquette, but it didn’t take long for it to all come back again as he twirled around the floor with Darcy. She didn’t have a problem following the steps, so he let himself add in a few twirls and dips. Her pretty blue eyes sparkled at him and she was clearly enjoying herself as much as he was.

“Well?” he asked expectantly as the song ended.

“Okay, okay. I admit it,” she panted. “You’ve got serious skills, Bucky. Gosh, that was fun. Now I know why you were such a ladykiller back in the day.”

He felt himself flush.

“I did enjoy a good time back then. Now that the fighting is over, I’m hoping to piece a new life together.”

“Well, you certainly deserve one,” she commented. “I remember seeing you from afar a few times at the tower, but certain people thought my personality might be a bit much for you at that stage of your recovery.”

Bucky rolled his eyes. “Punk was being overprotective. I would certainly have enjoyed getting to know you.”

“Well, you certainly can know,” she said warmly. “Nice haircut, by the way. I almost didn’t recognize you during the ceremony.”

“Thanks,” he answered, feeling a little flutter inside at how she was looking at him. “It feels a little weird, but easier to deal with.”

“And it shows off your excellent jawline,” she added, winking at him. He winked back and they both laughed, catching the eye of Steve and Natasha, who were both looking at them very smugly, like they’d orchestrated the whole thing.

“They look way too pleased with themselves,” Darcy observed. “What do you say we find somewhere quieter and I’ll tell you how Wanda and I managed to get those two stubborn heroes to get a clue.”

I am all ears,” Bucky replied eagerly. “I never did get the whole story since I was unfortunately dead at the time.”

Darcy let out a snort, then immediately clapped a hand over her mouth.

“I’m so sorry. That was very inappropriate of me, but you said it like you’d just gone on a vacation or something.”

Bucky shrugged. “It’s okay. I guess it’s become old hat for me. But back to the Steve and Nat topic….”

“Oh, yes! Come, Bucky, and hear the epic tale of your best friend’s obliviousness.”

Bucky followed her very willingly. By the time the night ended, he had her number and a few dates lined up.

[lifeontoast]

Hi life, welcome to "I have a cene in my mind but don't know how to write it down" life on Tumblr

So, I have one 3 years long obsession on Marvel, focused on Bucky perfection Barnes. But because of my friend that made me watch the twilight saga, I now have a Edward Cullen interest too.

Bitch that kept me thinking... What if reader makes Bucky watching Twilight? And he's like... "Ok, Wtf is wrong with this guy?" Because he has zero idea of what is the movie about. And he starts quoting twilight everytime he tries make something cute.

Mostly something domestic, maybe funny and cute is you don't mind

Bucky's New Favourite Movie (6/1/23)

A/N: Firstly, before we begin, I'd just like to say a HUGE thank you to my very first requester and follower, @mind-of-a-girl ! You rock! This is my very first piece of writing, so please don't be too harsh :) ENJOY!

SUMMARY: reader makes Bucky watch Twilight with them, and Bucky likes it more than he lets on… some super romantic fluff!

...

"Really Y/N? Do we HAVE to?" Complained Bucky. "YES, we do have to!" You quipped back, throwing popcorn in your mouth.

You've recently been obsessed with The Twilight Saga. Specifically Edward Cullen. So, you decided it was time to make your boyfriend watch it with you.

So there you two were, on a Friday night, cuddled up on the sofa with 20 blankets, and enough snacks and drinks to keep a village fortified for weeks. Bucky did not stop complaining, even when the movie started. "Shut up!" You whisper-shouted. "No! I won't watch this trash!" He replied. "Tough." You smirked.

Every time Edward did something that Bucky thought was stupid or irresponsible, you caught him pulling faces and making comments. "Oh my God! This guy is such a jerk!" "What is this guy's problem?" "Why are we even watching this?!". Only the word disgust could've been used to describe his face. To be honest, it was pretty hilarious.

As the movie wore on, gradually Bucky's comments grew more and more few and far between. You smirked as you realised he secretly loved Twilight, especially Edward and his antics. You knew he would.

The movie was over, and you could've sworn you saw a tiny tear slip down Bucky's cheek. He must have caught you looking, as he wiped it away quickly, cheeks pink with embarrassment. You had to fight to stifle a laugh, settling with a grin instead. You have him a quick side hug, and began to get up and clear away the popcorn that had somehow got all over the floor. You left Bucky contemplating life on the sofa while you began to get ready for bed.

In the morning you woke to the smell of pancakes and Muse's 'Supermassive Black Hole' blasting in the kitchen. You knew this would happen; clearly introducing Bucky to Twilight was a huge mistake. However, it was a hilarious mistake. You jumped out of bed and went to greet Bucky in the kitchen. "Pancakes!" He grinned. You responded with a smile, and ate your portion gratefully, while Bucky washed the dishes. You looked at him, wondering how you could be so lucky to be with him. He must have caught you staring at him dreamily, as from out of nowhere, came a quiet "You're intoxicated by my very presence.". Which made you burst out laughing, coming over to him to give him a hug and a well-meaning slap on the arm. "I dream about being with you forever..." You whispered softly. He smiled.

You could see how it would be.

Every time Bucky saw you that day, a cheesy line escaped him. It was like he couldn't help it:

"You're much more than beautiful."

"You are my life now."

"You are worth it."

If you were honest with yourself, you kind of loved it. Life has offered you a dream beyond any of your expectations, and you were so grateful, and hoped it would never end.

And so the day wore on, and you were full of a honeymoon-like happiness; like a thousand butterflies were fluttering in your heart. You considered yourself the luckiest girl in the world.

Soon, it was evening, and you were cooking dinner for the two of you. You thought a candlelit dinner was in order, so once you had cooked the food, you went to your room, put on your best outfit, and went to set the table.

When the both of you were sat down, Bucky suddenly grabbed your hand from across the table.

"You dazzle me. I'm only afraid of losing you; I feel like you're gonna disappear. That this is all just a dream. You are the most important thing to me ever, and I know that you're the right thing for me. I know it..." You blushed a little, blown away by Bucky's speech. You and Bucky had never said such things to each other before. You couldn't do anything except be amazed.

Finally, you broke your own trance and glanced out of the window.

"It's Twilight..." he murmured, a ghost of a grin gracing his dace. "I like the night. Without the dark, we'd never see the stars." You whispered back. Getting up, you held out your hands. Bucky gazed at you, took hold of them, and you both walked over to the window.

"I'll always want you. Forever." You both whispered.

No matter how perfect the day is, it always has to end. Maybe you'd have to watch the rest of the saga together...

A/N: Thanks so much for reading! <3

[buckyalpine]

Pocket Angel

Bucky x reader 

Okay, SO CUTE LOVE THIS. I decided to do a civilian reader for a change, I wasn’t sure if you wanted avenger reader, I can def do an alternate one with that later on hehe  

Warnings: FLUFFFFF

Word count: 2.8k

A lil drabble

A lil part 2 

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“Have y’all noticed how he’s less grumpy? He hasn’t threatened to kill me all day, and quite frankly I’m a little upset he hasn’t paid attention to me” Sam mused, whispering to Steve, both men eyeing Bucky suspiciously while he mindlessly scrolled through his phone, sans his signature grumpy pout.

Bucky tried his best to keep his face neutral, but on the inside, he was giggling like a school boy. Just a few more hours and he’d be able to see you, hold you, kiss you; he had to keep his hand on his knee from bouncing in excitement.

He felt his heart leap, seeing a new message pop up on his phone. It was a picture of you wrapped up under a fuzzy blanket, wearing his Henley, the bear he got you tucked under your arm with the caption Missing my actual teddy bear :( His heart melted, looking at your pouty face, the sweet face that reminded him of home. He considered typing out a message, but decided against it, wanting to surprise you instead.

He hadn’t been away from you for too long; the mission had only taken a little over a week but you missed each other like crazy. Bucky thought about telling the others about you but part of him liked keeping you a secret from the rest of the world. It was like having a little angel in his pocket only he knew about, one that he could kiss and cuddle and keep all to himself.

The other reason the relationship had remained a secret was mostly because he was shy to even bring the topic up, plus Bucky never thought about dating, for a multitude of reasons. Aside from the danger and all that, he just didn’t consider himself dating material. Grumpy. Old. Staring problem. Didn’t know what a hash tag was. It was a miracle the team hadn’t shipped him off to a retirement home.

He hadn’t planned to start dating when he met you. It started with a trip to a small bakery after he was given the task to pick up Sam’s birthday cake two years ago. He knew he was a goner as soon as he saw the sweet girl at the counter, smiling at him. He couldn’t help but smile back seeing your bright eyes, and a touch of flour on your nose. You slipped him an extra cup cake because the blue frosting matched his dreamy eyes. You then clapped a hand over your mouth when you realized you’d said the last bit out loud. You were fucking adorable.

He found himself going back often, always leaving with extra goodies you’d sneak into his bag. Of course he insisted on taking you out as a thank you for always giving him something extra. And then you thanked him with a kiss on his cheek. So he returned your kiss with one to your nose. One to his chin. One to your forehead. And finally the sweetest one with your lips pressed together, standing outside of your door, reluctant to let go of each other. It didn’t take long for him to fall in love with you, his adorable little secret.

Sam’s face scrunched watching Bucky stare at his phone, trying to discreetly look at the picture you sent again. His cheeks heated up thinking about the way you’d attack him with kisses and cling onto him like a koala bear whenever he got back from missions.

The second the jet landed, he was speed walking to his room, again trying his best to keep a smile off his face. He quickly threw off his clothes, jumping into the shower and throwing on a clean set of clothes with in minutes moving as fast as he could so he could see you.

Everyone sat around the living room, sneaking glances at the all black outfit he had on, classic broody face, his bike helmet tucked under his hand as he left the building without making eye contact.

“Alright, what’s going on with Barnes?” Tony looked to Steve who looked as lost as everyone else. “He’s been quieter than normal, disappearing into the night, coming back in the mornings”

Steve shrugged; Bucky hadn’t told him anything out of the ordinary, though he did seem to be less irritable.  Bucky became the topic of conversation as they tried to figure out what Bucky was up to.

“Maybe he’s seeing someone?”

“Who would date a silent moody staring machine”

“I mean if I was a girl…”

“What about if you were a girl…”

“He’s stares a lot but he’s hot! I could see how the whole lost puppy eyes and metal arm might be appealing”

“Puppy eyes?”

“He looks like one 90% of the time. Girls dig that; now pair that with his arm”

“You need help. Professional help”

“You’re telling me, if you were a girl, you wouldn’t hit that?”

“Ok ok, we can all agree he’s hot but a girlfriend? Don’t you have to be like…nice…smile…let people touch you without threatening to kill them?”

The team hummed in agreement, Bucky wasn’t the girlfriend type.

*****

You were wrapped up in your blanket with heard a knock at the door. It was late, you typically didn’t get visitors around this hour, unless…

You sprinted to the door, squealing and jumping into Bucky’s arms, nearly knocking over your sweet boyfriend.  Bucky chuckled, burying his face in your neck, inhaling the sweet scene of vanilla that always lingered on your skin.

“Hey my angel” Bucky’s thick arms wrapped around you, sweeping you off your feet, kicking the door closed with his boot before carrying you over to your room. He peppered kisses all over your face till he reached your bed, flopping on top of you, pulling you close to him.

“I missed you so much babygirl”

*****

The team gathered downstairs, surprised to see Bucky arriving in the same outfit he was in yesterday. He wordlessly passed by them without sparing them a glance, the collar of his leather jacket coving his neck. Odd.

“So…what do we think he was up to now?”

“He’s in a biker gang”

“He’s in a cult”

“What’s wrong with you man?”

“More plausible than him having a girlfriend”

“Professional help. I’ll schedule you an appointment”

*****

Everyone gathered around the living room for a movie night, and while Bucky desperately wanted to ditch them and see you instead, he knew they were getting suspicious. He huffed, his arms crossed, pouting the entire time sitting on a bean bag while Steve bit his lip, trying not to laugh at the mini internal tantrum Bucky was throwing by himself.

Bucky groaned, getting up to grab another beer, reminding himself he’d be able to see you soon. Another hour of this and he’d be able to sneak out and cuddle you again, just one more hour. His phone rang, the lock screen lighting up on the coffee table. His phone never rang. Sam sat up wide eyed looking at the name that lit up on the top.

Pocket Angel

Everyone looked at each other wide eyed as the phone continued to ring.

“Answer it!” Tony hissed, curiosity getting the better of him.

“Do I look like I want to die?” Sam dead panned but he was curious too. And it was still ringing. And then stopped. And then a text message popped up.

See you soon bubba, I miss you x

“Oh my God, he actually has a girl friend!!” Sam howled, clapping a hand over his mouth when Bucky walked back, his eyes growing wide when he realized he left his phone back and there was a missed call.

“Whose your little pocket angel?” Tony wiggled his eyebrows with a shit eating grin on his face. Everyone stared at him, their eyes twinkling, smirking waiting for him to answer. Bucky’s face blushed a deep pink, stuttering, looking at the floor.

“I-I’m in a cult” Bucky groaned internally, you’re a trained assassin you absolute fuckwit.

“You’re in a cult…”

“Yup”

“Told you so”

“Will you shut up, tell us more. What is this cult about, what’s it called, whose the angel-

“I’m the angel?” Bucky rubbed a hand over his face; he didn’t even know why he was still trying to defend this.

“We know you have a girlfriend punk” Steve snorted while Bucky shifted, sheepishly scratching the back of his head. “No wonder you’ve been sneaking around everywhere”

A small smile crept on Bucky’s lips, immediately vanishing when everyone collectively aww’d and whistled at him.

“Awwww he’s blushing!” Sam clapped his hands wildly; cackling, absolutely loving the way Bucky was getting more and more flustered.

“Fine, I’m seeing someone, can we please drop it” He grumbled, his cheeks still dusted pink.

“Absolutely not, who is she, why haven’t we met her yet and when do we get to meet her” Tony gave Bucky a pointed look while everyone else nodded in agreement.

“Yeah, who’s the mystery girl who’s putting up with your mood ass”

“How long have you been seeing her for anyway”

“2 years” He mumbled, only to be met with a bunch of yelling and 3 cushions thrown to his head.

“WHAT THE HELL BARNES”

“2 YEARS?! 2 FUCKING YEARS?”

“Invite her for the next movie night, come on, please” Nat pleaded. She loved the team, she really did but it would be nice to have another girl around for a change.

“If I invite her over, will you all shut up?” Bucky huffed, running off to his room, while everyone else cheered. A teensy tiny very itty bitty part of him was secretly excited for you to meet everyone.

*****

Movie night

Bucky left the compound on his bike to get you. The team started laying out snacks, everyone giddy with excitement to meet the one who was able to make the super soldier blush. As much as they loved teasing Bucky, everyone had agreed amongst themselves to be on their best behaviour. They figured Bucky was still working on showing his emotions and physical touch was still probably sensitive area for him. However he acted around you wouldn’t be any of their business.

“So we all agree, no teasing him, no making them uncomfortable, no one’s going to call him out for being grumpy?”

Everyone nodded, grinning at each other when they heard the faint rumble of his bike pull to the compound.

You clambered off his bike, nervously clutching onto the bag of cookies you had baked for everyone. Of course you knew who the avengers were, and you’d heard plenty about them from Bucky. He tolerated loved them, you knew you didn’t have to be scared but you were anyway.

“You okay angel?” Bucky felt your hands tremble in his as you made your way towards the entrance.

“Just nervous” You whispered, as Bucky put his arm around you, kissing the top of your head.

“They’ll love you babydoll, nothing to be nervous about. I’m the one who should be nervous; they’ll see what a sweet heart you are and wonder what you’re doing with me”

“Nope, I love you too much” You giggled, leaning into him as he led you through the compound towards the living room where everyone was gathered. They turned around, staring at you wide eyed, poorly masking the shock on their face. They weren’t sure what they were expecting but this wasn’t it.

“Everyone, this is my sweet angel, y/n” First of all, Bucky was smiling. An actual smile. He had his arm around you, gently stroking your waist as he gazed at you with heart eyes.

“Hi” You were tucked into Bucky’s side, smiling shyly at them, your hand resting on his chest.

Everyone greeted you, blinking, trying to hide surprise. They honestly couldn’t tell what was more shocking; he called you angel, he was smiling, he had his arm around you, he had heart eyes for you, what the hell? They were definitely not prepared for what was to come later that night.

Also you were adorable. You were a little ray of sunshine and it was just all too much for the team to handle at once.

“You guys can start the movie, we’ll grab a few snacks and join in a sec” Bucky led you to the kitchen while everyone was struggling to keep from screaming.

“He called her angel?!” Nat squealed, unable to contain her excitement.

“She’s so fucking cute!” Sam sat flabbergasted, glancing over his shoulder, watching Bucky hug you from behind, his head resting on your shoulder, face buried in your neck.

You returned with the cookies on a plate (immediately all gone within seconds), sitting on the couch with Bucky as the movie started to play. You kept a bit of space between Bucky, not sure if he’d be comfortable with sitting to close to him when everyone else was round. You squeaked, feeling his arm pull you onto his lap, kissing the top of your head, wrapping his arms around you to cuddle you. You giggled, feeling his beard tickle your skin as he nuzzled his face into your neck.

“Bucky it tickles” You whispered, squirming in his lap, to which he chuckled, holding onto you tighter.

“Too bad, want to cuddle with my baby” He smirked, peppering your cheek with kisses, completely in his own world with you. He cupped your cheek, pressing a sweet soft peck to your lips before you snuggled against him, relaxing in his hold.

No one. Absolutely no one paid attention to the movie, except you. Bucky’s focus was entirely on you, hugging you close to him, kissing you every chance he could get. Everyone else’s focus was on the two of you, specifically on Bucky and how love drunk he was for you.

“You want anything angel, I can make you some hot chocolate” Bucky wouldn’t have even been able to tell you the genre of the movie they were watching, all he wanted to do was cuddle with you and take care of you all night. “Come doll, I’ll make you some”

Bucky effortlessly lifted you into his arms, carrying you into the kitchen, setting you onto the counter while he got started on heating up some milk.

“Who the hell is this guy” Tony hissed, whispering to Clint watching Bucky tuck a hair behind your ear, wrapping his arms around your waist, whispering in your ear.

“Seriously, can someone explain?” Tony looked to Steve who was blushing, watching Bucky swipe whipped cream onto your nose, kissing it off right after.  

“He wasn’t like this in the 40’s, I can’t explain this”

When you both returned, Bucky pulled you into his lap again, his lips brushing your cheek.

“I love you” He whispered, while you giggled, your eyes still on the screen, his eyes on you. You hummed, your face heating up when he hugged you tighter.

“Doll, I love you” He nuzzled his nose into your neck, trailing kisses onto your skin.

“Bucky, watch the movie” You hissed, trying to contain you laugh over the way your needy boyfriend pouted, wanting you to say it back. He cupped your face to make you look at him, his cheeks flushed, a goofy grin on his face because he was so utterly in love with you. And you where here. With his family. He no longer had to keep it a secret, he could show you off to the entire world, his perfect sweet angel.

“I love you y/n”

“I love you my Bucky baby” You whispered, smiling softly, wrapping your arms around him, kissing his forehead before snuggling into his chest, sleep starting to creep up on you. You let out a little yawn, to which Bucky grabbed the fuzzy throw blanket, pulling it on top of you.

“You sleepy baby?” You shook your head, though you closed your eyes, the warmth of his arms and the steady beat of his heart started to lull you to sleep. Bucky smiled at the way you were curled up on him, kissing the top of your head, stroking your hair while you slept. “M’so lucky to have you angel”

A whimper and obscene snorting noise interrupted everyone’s focus from you and Bucky, Tony, Nat and Clint, turning around to see Steve reach for the box of tissues, grabbing one before passing it to Sam, quickly dabbing his eyes and blowing his nose.

“For fucks sake, are you two crying?!” Clint’s face scrunched up looking at Sam trying to discreetly wipe his eyes, sniffling into his tissue.

“I-It’s the movie” He stuttered, Steve nodding his head vigoursly in agreement.

“We were watching Rush Hour, what the hell were you crying about” Tony snorted, turning off the TV and the movie came to an end. The team looked back to the couch where Bucky had also fallen asleep, with you tucked safely in his arms.

“They’re so cute” Nat gushed, seeing you nuzzle into Bucky’s chest even in your sleep.

“So that’s his little secret” Clint mused, as everyone started to quietly get up, not watching to disturb you both.

“You okay there ice pop?” Tony snickered looking at Steve who was looking at you both like a proud mother hen. Steve nodded, sniffling watching the two of you snuggle each other, blissfully in love. The name Bucky had for you was perfect, you really were his angel.

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Adding this mini bonus because I can see it happening, @anghstybean​ you inspired this  🥺

He’s such a teddy bear. 

Imagine you come around the compound more and the team sees just how soft he is for you.

Sam and Tony collectively lose their minds when they hear you call him Bucky bear, baby bear, cinnamon roll, Jamie, he’s too in love with you to care that they call him that now too.  

Imagine the hydra agents face when Tony tells baby bear to go to the west wing and they see all 6ft + of the winter soldier burst through the door.

Pillow forts. Esp after missions.

He cooks for you on his days off (and it’s amazing, Sam’s sister has taught him a few things)

Foot rubs. Back rubs. He kisses each toe while gently squeezing your feet. He grazes your back while lying down on his chest, the both of you watching TV.

And it never gets easier for the team to watch because just when they think they’ve seen it all, Bucky does some cute shit and their surprised all over again.

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The Playlist: F*cking Bucky

Summary: Bucky’s seduction powers are on 100. Can you continue to resist him, or will you give in?

Pairing: Dark CEO! Bucky Barnes x Journalist! Reader

Word count: more than 3K

Warnings: As always, 18+ ONLY, SMUT. Minors DNI. Steve, Sam and Natasha, pining playlists, jealousy, flirting, voyeurism, eavesdropping, cybersex, dirty talk, unknown? masturbation for an audience, running for pleasure, degradation kink, definite Dom/sub elements, orgasm denial, edging, narrated masturbation, p in v, unprotected sex (wrap it up), pulling out, after care, pining, manipulation, mention of loss, surveillance, Dark Bucky.

A/N: I meant to put this out on the weekend, but instead I went outside, lol. This is part of the Playlist Series. Read the previous part, Chill, Buck. @ysmmsy and @blackwidownat2814 are my exquisite muses who created the playlists, with more to come. 😉 Thanks you both! 🥰 please leave feedback, like and reblog. It helps to inspire me. 😊

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“Hell no, Max.”

Your agent, Maxine Shaw, just offered you a ridiculous amount of money for a writing gig. It was right up your alley as you had background knowledge on the subject.

The only problem was that it involved working very closely with James Buchanan Barnes.

“First of all, one month? That's an impossible timeline. Second, Barnes is an asshole.”

That wasn’t exactly true, he was just annoying, but you felt hyperbole was appropriate for this situation.

Max leaned back in her chair, narrowing her eyes.

“You’re going to turn down this amount of money for a cake job? I’m told he already has a manuscript, you’d basically be an editor and gap filler.” 

Max stared at you, incredulous. 

“This isn’t ghostwriting, you would get a legitimate byline. A story about Barnes is sure to be a bestseller.”

Then she leaned forward and really scrutinized you.

“Romanoff said you might not be up to it. I laughed in her face. Was she right?”

You opened and then closed your mouth, face heating up. Telling you that you couldn’t accomplish something was a sure fire way to get you to do that something.

But surely Natasha didn’t know that.

You raised your chin.

“Send me the info.”

Bucky walked into the room at 8:30 am, exactly the same time he did everyday, when he was confident that he would be the first to arrive. Sam and Steve usually didn’t arrive until 9. He liked his quiet time.

This morning, however, he was greeted with laughter in the room and Natasha waiting for him as the elevator opened.

“Morning, Boss.”

She handed Bucky some files and watched as he stared at the scene in front of him: you sandwiched between Sam and Steve on the couch.

“Well, hello, Buck! I see you finally made it in this morning.”

Steve stood up first, then Sam who grinned at Bucky, who only had eyes for you.

Bucky raised his eyebrow as he came toward you, then stopped short of being able to reach out and touch.

He took you in as he approached. You were wearing a wrap dress that showcased your figure nicely. Almost too nicely. You looked amazing. He knew his friends and he knew they had already checked you out. Possessiveness coursed through Bucky’s body as he looked down at you.

That little jaw clench and the glare in Bucky’s eye did things to you. You felt as if you were in trouble. 

And why did that make you wet? 

“To what do we owe the pleasure?” 

Bucky addressed you as you looked up at him, staring at him with those damn doe eyes. You looked a little scared. It made him want to pull you into the bathroom and…He cleared his throat.

“Ms. YLN wanted to begin her work with you by interviewing your two best friends who also happen to be the COO and the CFO of CapTech. We were just about to start breakfast.”

Bucky scanned the room to see the dining table set up with quite the spread.

“Begin her work?” 

Although he was responding to Nat’s statement, he was looking straight at you.

“I’m beginning my work on the memoir. Background information.”

Bucky looked confused for a moment, then he turned to Natasha. 

“Ah, the memoir. I didn't realize we’d decided on the writer for that.”

Natasha was nonplussed. She shrugged.

“Well, YN did such a fantastic job on the profile that I thought she deserved first shot at this.”

Bucky looked annoyed, but then looked back at you.

“Of course. I hope you didn’t feel pressured.”

You narrowed your eyes at him. He didn’t seem to want you to do this. Well, fuck him. You drew yourself up to your full height, which in heels was four inches shorter than him.

“The contracts are signed, Mr. Barnes. But if you want to break them…”

“I’m not sure we can afford that,” interjected Sam, ever the CFO. “That’s not a good financial plan.” 

Then he turned to you, smile blinding. You couldn’t help but smile back at him. 

“I guess you’re right, Mr. Wilson. Because I would hold you to the termination fee.”

Bucky scowled as your tone changed to playful. Steve was already at the table pulling out your chair.

“Okay. Sam has been monopolizing your time all morning, let’s talk about what it takes to operate this company day to day…”

You chuckled and shook your head as you sat down, Sam and Steve flanking you at the table. Bucky simmered as you held court with his buddies. He watched and listened to the conversation through narrowed eyes.

“…we got into quite a few scraps when we were kids in Brooklyn, isn’t that right , Buck?”

“That’s right.” 

Bucky sipped his coffee and then responded.  

“Did Steve tell you that he weighed 90 pounds when we graduated high school?”

“Low blow…” you heard Sam say as he coughed.

You glared at Bucky, then turned to appraise Steve.

“Well, looks like he filled out nicely.” 

You put your hand on Steve’s arm and he flexed for you. You didn’t have to pretend to be impressed at the muscles underneath his suit coat.

Bucky felt both like an asshole for the jab at Steve, and a tongue tied fool, because he couldn’t find anything civil to say when his buddies were blatantly flirting with you. And when you were flirting back.

Another half hour of conversation with Sam and Steve gained you some information for the direction you wanted to steer the memoir.  The only problem was, you hadn’t read what Bucky had written. When Sam and Steve and Nat excused themselves for their 10 o’clock meeting, Bucky walked you to the door.

“I know that you don’t want me to take this job, but I have some good ideas if you let me read your manuscript….”

Bucky held up his hand.

“Wait. You know what now?”

You drew yourself up to your full height.

“Well, I…”  

You stopped for a moment and looked him in the eyes. 

“I know you said you wouldn’t ask me for anything ever again. And I know that Ms. Romanoff presented this to my agent, so I won’t charge you the termination fee..”

Bucky interrupted you again.

“I was referring to asking you anything… personal.” 

Bucky’s eyes told the story. He’d just accepted your curve. So why were you disappointed?

“You are a very talented writer. Of course I want you to do this.” 

Bucky looked down at the floor and your cute toes in your open toed heels. 

When he looked back up at you, the little boy was back.

“I just felt… 

Bucky paused and you felt as if you’d tripped and fallen into the pools of his eyes.

“Natasha didn’t let me know she had asked you so soon…”

“Oh…”

After you said it, you realized that you had been holding your breath. You took in air and watched his mouth quirk up on one side. 

“I see. You wanted to be in control of the situation.”

Bucky’s look changed; sky blue eyes turned grey.

“I do like being in control.”

All of a sudden, you couldn’t breathe again.

Maybe you liked him being in control too, the way your body was responding. Your mouth opened wider and your eyes dilated.

Bucky noticed your reaction but just took note, raised his eyebrow, and barreled ahead. You’d just given him the key to unlock the puzzle of you. His mind whirred with a plan.

“I have a home office in my brownstone. I work on my story there. Sam and Steve are… distracting.”

Sam who? Steve what? There was no other man on the earth right now.

Bucky was thinking there was no other woman but you. He cleared his throat.

“The only working copy of my manuscript is on my encrypted computer there, along with the only hard copies. We will work there.”

You hesitated before answering, and Bucky filled the void.

“I’ll send you the address and also the code to the door.”

Bucky leaned toward you and you thought he was going to kiss you, but he swerved and pressed the down button on the elevator.

This man.

“I’ll see you in the afternoon? I’ll take a late lunch and go home early. 3pm or 4pm?” 

Bucky looked at you intently as you struggled to think. He was so cute.

“3 pm it is,” He chuckled, replying only when you didn't answer.

You stepped backward into the elevator when you heard the door open.

“Yes, Sir.”

Bucky smirked as the doors closed. He turned to face Sam and Steve and the barrage that he knew was coming.

That afternoon, you carefully read the code that Bucky texted you when you arrived at his Brownstone. It was not very far at all from your apartment. How convenient, you thought. You admired the nice dark brick facade and the surrounding neighborhood. Very nice.

You entered the code on the door and pushed the heavy oak door open.

Inside, Bucky’s place was immaculate. From the piano, to the large windows, to the high ceilings and natural wood, you could tell that only the finest materials had been used. You smelled fresh paint, but also a fresh clean linen scent. 

You looked around the place and did not see a trace of Bucky’s former life except for a picture of him and Sam and Steve when they were younger.

You heard what you thought was a groan from the other room. You stopped moving and listened for it again. When you heard it, you moved toward the sound, hoping that no one was hurt.

“You are killing me, Doll.”

It was Bucky’s voice, and you thought you heard a smile in it. You stopped in the hallway and listened further.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous. I wanna see all of you. You wanna do that for me? Show me allll of you?”

You listened and quickly surmised that Bucky was talking to someone who wasn’t in the room. And he was doing more than talking.

Your cheeks heated and you felt some kind of way, but then you thought, this was his house, he was a man, and he had needs. And you’d rejected him. You couldn’t be mad. Could you?

Besides, you were the one in the wrong by eavesdropping. You tried to quietly go back out to the entryway.

“Stop! Don’t move.”

You froze, thinking you’d been caught.

“I need to see that pussy weep for me. Can you show me how I make you feel Doll? I can tell that you want me from the look on that pretty little face. Show me what is mine. I’ll show you what is yours.

You couldn’t help but peek around the corner, and had to cover your mouth in shock. Bucky was stroking himself! 

You pressed yourself up against the wall and closed your eyes, mortified. But then what you saw registered in your brain.

Bucky Barnes was hung like a horse.

You clenched your thighs together and bit your lip. Surely, you were mistaken. You had to look again.

This time, you stayed long enough to verify what you saw. Bucky’s large hand was wrapped around a beautiful specimen of a cock. He had earbuds in and was staring at a laptop screen, showing whomever he was talking to what he was working with. 

That lucky bitch.

“You want this dick?”

You peered around the corner and saw Bucky holding his cock up and pointing it at the computer. You could help but stare, because even across the room, you could tell it was huge, uncut, tan and veiny, the shiny head appearing and reappearing as he slowly jacked it.

‘I want it bad,’ you thought, and licked your lips. Then you bit your bottom lip, surprised at yourself.

“Ahhhh, shitt! I love when you do that. Touch yourself for me, please Doll?”

You straightened up again, heart beating a mile a minute. Why did you have the urge to do what he was commanding? You closed your eyes and willed your hands to stay at your sides.

“Be a good girl. Don't be a bad one. You know what happens to bad girls when I get my hands on them.”

You stood still and closed your eyes, trying to decide if you wanted to be a good girl or a bad one. You decided to be a professional woman. You started to tiptoe back down the hall.

“You better not run. Come back here. Don’t run from this dick…”

You heard Bucky murmuring to his mystery person as you slinked away. You stopped in the vestibule, shook. You heard your heart pounding in your ears and decided to just leave and walk home.

You reached your apartment in no time.

You decided to text Bucky about your appointment. You still had work to do so you decided to put what you witnessed out of your mind.

He didn’t answer, probably because he was in the shower washing cum off of his…

You had to stop. 

You decided to go for a run to clear your head.

Your pace was good. You checked your time as you rounded the curve for the second kilometer of your run. Someone swerved past you. You looked up at that voice.

“Hey, you!”

You looked back, stunned to see Bucky running, looking amazing in those shorts and a muscle shirt. Damn.

You averted your eyes from his crotch to look at him, but you kept going. He circled back to run beside you.

You were salty. He could run, but he didn’t have time to meet with you? 

“‘Lo. What are you up to?”

The question seemed straightforward enough. There wasn’t a hint of sarcasm to be found. Yet you still sideyed him.

“You good?”

Bucky sounded worried when you didn’t respond.

That voice. The connotation that phrase brought up. Yes, you were a good girl, Mr. Barnes, Sir.

You shook your head, but said, “Sure, just wondering what happened to our meeting this afternoon.”

Bucky stopped and you looked back again, but then he caught up with you.

“That wasn’t… today, was it?”

“Yeeeessss?”

Bucky looked confused. 

“I clearly remember setting our meeting up for 4 pm tomorrow afternoon…”

He looked so cute and earnest.

“No, we set it up for 3 pm today….”

At this point, you both stopped and were staring at each other. To be honest, you had been so flustered when setting up the appointment and then with the events of this afternoon, you really didn’t know what was up.

The tension between you was palpable as you stared into Bucky’s baby blues.

Bucky furrowed his brow and started to speak a couple of times. Then, you both burst out laughing.

“You know, I was kind of distracted this morning, so, I really don’t remember clearly.”

Bucky’s chest was heaving and his tongue snaked out to wet his lips. You were in his orbit, attracted to him in the worst way, but you started jogging again. That long distance chick must have Bucky wide open.

“She must be hot…”

Real subtle, y/n, you thought. 

“What? Who?” 

The surprise in Bucky’s voice was evident. You stopped again.

“I mean, must be something, or someone powerful to distract that mind of yours.”

You looked up into Bucky’s eyes, not caring if the jealousy was showing. He beamed down at you and you felt like the center of the world. But he had someone else. Right?

“Yeah, only someone powerful could distract me like that.” 

Bucky sucked his bottom lip and released it slowly while surveying your body in your tight running shorts and tank top. You felt like a bad girl. Then, Bucky resumed jogging.

“I mean, as CEO of a tech company, you probably meet women all over the world. Could be hard to navigate long distance relationships.”

You were not even trying to hide your nosiness. Bucky chuckled.

“It is hard. That’s why I don’t do long distance.”

Your surprise made you almost stumble.

“I haven’t had a real relationship since…”

Bucky glanced at you.

“Well, in a good while.”

“Hmmmmm. But you have needs. Right?”

Bucky stopped and stood toe to toe with you, so close.

“Yes, I have needs.”

He looked right through you.

“Don’t you?”

Then he took off running again.

It took you a minute to digest what he was saying, and when you got it, you slowed down. Bucky ran back to you and you both stopped again.

“So are we doing this?”

You looked up at him and stepped closer.

“I mean, you gotta run, I gotta run. Are we gonna do this? Can you keep up with me?”

“Yes, Sir.”

Bucky’s smile dropped, and his eyes became stormy again.

“I’m pretty fast now.”

“I bet. Don’t make me have to chase you, little girl.”

Your toes curled in your shoes. Bucky Barnes could get it. It was a done deal. You were exhausted of running from him, but this time he turned and ran, and you ran after him.

It was quite the workout, and Bucky most certainly paced with you, but your time was getting markedly better on the route through Bridge Park. When you ended up at the door to your apartment building, you turned to face Bucky, panting. 

“Wanna invite me up?”

You wanted nothing more. But you couldn’t help your reflex.

“No.”

“Yeah. Right. I get it. Had to ask.”

“Even though you said you wouldn’t.”

He smirked down at you. He’d been growing his hair out a little and a lock was flopping forward. You almost reached up to brush it out of his eyes, but you knew that if you touched him, even his hair, it would be game over.

Bucky’s hands were at his sides, clenched in fists to keep from touching you. He wanted to lean down to kiss you, but he wanted you to make the first move.

“Why do you want to come up?”

“For a drink…” Bucky licked his lips. “… of water.”

You gulped, your own throat parched with desire. Your eyes shined his body, to the glistening torso that was visible through the shirt to those short shorts.

“Oh.”

Now you felt rude as fuck.

“I didn’t hydrate properly…” It seemed that Bucky was getting closer, “… before the run.” 

Now he was looking over your head to try and control the inevitable. You wondered if he got off on his call earlier. Did he have any left over for you? You looked down and then toward the river when you swore you saw a bulge in Bucky’s shorts.

Somehow, you were closer to him, if you looked up, and he bent down, your lips would touch.

You turned your head and spoke to the car parked to his right.

“So you’re saying you’re…thirsty…”

“Yes…”

Bucky’s voice was gravelly and fucking sexy.

“I can bring a bottle down…”

Bucky shook his head and looked down the street.

“Nah, by the time you go up and come back down, I can get home…”

You looked toward Bucky’s house.

“Oh…”

You felt like an idiot. For a writer, you couldn’t find any other words than ‘oh.’

“Then come…come on up.”

You had to concentrate not to stutter.

“Thank you! Such a good one.”

You could hear Bucky’s smile behind you and you could practically feel his eyes on your ass as you climbed the stairs.

When you reached your apartment and entered,  Bucky looked around and then went to the window as you went into your tiny kitchen to get him a water bottle.

He turned around and looked at you piercingly as you brought it to him. You’d kicked off your running shoes when you entered the door and that made him that much taller when you were in front of him.

Bucky grabbed the bottle. Your fingers touched yet you didn’t pull them back. As you looked into his eyes, you noticed something.

“I just realized, you’re not wearing your glasses.”

He smirked at you.

“Contacts. Not a good look to have fogged up glasses when your face is getting wet…”

Your mouth opened slightly.

“...While you’re running.” 

Bucy took a sip of water, then a lager gulp, emptying the glass.

“Thank you. It was so good of you…” He looked down at you. “I feel like thanking you in some way…”

He looked around the room and then back at you. You felt guilty as hell.

“Don’t thank me. I don’t deserve it.”

He cocked his head at you.

“Tell me why you think that.”

“Because…” 

You went on to tell him what happened earlier that afternoon. His face was inscrutable as he registered the information.

“Sooo… you eavesdropped on a private conversation. A very private conversation. And then snuck back out of my home without saying anything.”

“Y-yes.”

Why did you feel as if you were in danger as Bucky moved closer to you?

“Is that why you were asking about my needs earlier?”

You didn’t, you couldn’t answer.

“Is it because you liked what you saw?”

He was circling you now, like a predator, and you were frozen to the spot. When he got behind you he raised his voice, just a little. 

“Answer me. ”

You shivered at his smooth, dangerous tone.

“I- I-yes- no- I don’t know….”

He came back around in front of you.

“Well, I can alleviate some speculation. As I said, I don’t do long distance relationships, but I can pay for what I need. And that’s nobody’s business because no one has any claim on me. Especially you. Because you said you didn’t want it. Didn’t you?”

You just stared but he gave you that look and you replied.

“I said that. Yes.”

“Have you changed your mind? What do you want, y/n?”

“I want…” 

You looked down at the floor, gathering your strength. Then back up at Bucky. 

“I want you.”

“Oh. You got aroused by what you saw, and now you want me to give you…satisfaction?…” 

You nodded, biting your lip. Now was not the time for games the way your panties were drenched.

“I feel like a little bit of a whore. And I need to be punished. Immediately.”

Your jaw dropped at what you just said.

Bucky grinned.

“Oh really. That critical? Well let’s see what we can do…”

He finally touched you, grabbing your waist and pulling you toward him for a kiss. It was everything, passionate, with a promise.

“Where is your bed?

You smiled up at him, took his hand, and led him to your bedroom.

Bucky kissed you senseless as soon as you entered the room. You took off your tank and sports bra and Bucky discarded his muscle shirt. Your eyes watered at his bare chest and abs.

He stood back and admired you.

“So gotdamn gorgeous,” Bucky whispered, almost to himself. “Take off those shorts. Don’t forget the panties.”

You hurried to obey, the situation making your pussy cry for his attention. He reached out to touch you, thumbs gently thrumming your nipples. You threw your head back and moaned. Then he drew his hands back. You looked up, mind scattered.

“I was so wrong when I assumed that you were a good girl earlier. And I’ve never been so happy to be wrong.”

Bucky watched as you bit your lip.

“You are not a good girl. Good girls don’t eavesdrop. I’m going to show you what happens to bad girls when I get my hands on them.”

The thrill that ran through your body was like nothing else.

“Do you want me to show you that? Do you want this?”

“Yes, Sir.”

Bucky drew in a breath.

“Get on your knees.”

You obeyed in .3 seconds.

“Yessss. That’s it. So obedient for me.” 

Bucky caressed the side of your face. You turned and captured his thumb in your mouth, sucking and looking up at him.

“Fuck, is that what you want? You want to suck my dick?”

You nodded, taking his thumb with you, which caused him to press it in deeper. He leaned down toward you.

“Now why would I want to go ahead and do that? You’ve been a very bad girl.”

Bucky straightened up, and pulled his dick out of his running shorts. It was more beautiful up close. You sighed as he started stroking it right in your face. 

“Do you see how I’m already dripping for you?”

You looked up at his cock, a beautiful clear bead of precum shining on its tip. Then you looked up at him and nodded.

“It’s a shame that you won’t get to suck it like you want to...” 

You whimpered in disappointment. He ignored you.

“Now, spread those knees apart and let me see how you would have gotten off tonight while you thought of me stroking off.”

He drew in a ragged breath as you looked up at him with those eyes and started to touch yourself.

“Wider, let me see that pussy from up here.”

You shifted so that he could see better what you were doing.

“Shit. That looks delicious. Get it nice and creamy for me. I’m gonna have my fill of you tonight.”

He looked pained as he jerked himself, drops of precum landing on your body. Your juices made for an audible display of your current situation; desperate for Bucky Barnes’ cock.

“Stop! Hands away.”

Bucky glared at you when you whined.

“Don’t act like a brat. You brought this on yourself. Get on the bed, ass up.”

You did as you were told, hoping that he would finally touch you.

“Now play some more for me.”

Bucky groaned as you wiggled your ass and reached for yourself.

“Stop, suck your fingers and get them wet, then stick them in as far as they will go.”

You whimpered and did as you were told, but your fingers were inadequate for what you wanted. Why you needed.

“Fuck, that little pussy looks so good. Add another finger. If I’m gonna fuck you, you need to be stretched out more than that.”

Next thing you knew, you felt his lips on your lower ones, and his tongue was doing unspeakable things to you as you fingered yourself. You saw stars at the obscene way that Bucky Barnes was eating you out.

The way he was smacking his lips and yours was curdling your brian. His tongue started licking you faster and faster and his lips were sucking your clit until you almost came. Then he stopped. You groaned in frustration.

Bucky stood up and backed away, stroking himself again.

“Turn over, do it again while I stroke myself off.” 

Again, you did as you were told.

This time, you licked your fingers obscenely, fellating them so that he could see what his cock was missing. He groaned and stroked faster as you circled your clit skillfully, playing with your nipple with your other hand.

“Fuck that looks so fucking….” 

Then he looked you in the eyes.

“You’re trying to get fucked, aren’t you?”

You nodded, trying not to seem too eager, but you were just his cock slut at this point.

“Well, if you can keep going as long as I say, and not cum, I might give you this dick.”

You bit your lip at the challenge, going to town on yourself, as nasty as you wanted to be. The faces and the grunts that came from him made it really hard to stay on earth, so you closed your eyes.

“Open. Your. Fucking. Eyes. You fucking slut.”

You snapped your eyes opened and were about to cum when you saw his big hand going a mile a minute around his bick cock, making his shiny red head appear and reappear in his palm, but he commanded, “Stop!” just in time, and grabbed your ankle, pulling you down to the edge of the bed.

“You’re about to get it now. Are you ready?”

“Yes!”

Bucky spread your thighs and spread them wide, swiping his slick cock head at your entrance.

“Can you take this cock?”

“I need it!”

“Want it raw? Want me to stretch this little pussy out?” 

Bucky was already inching inside you, causing a delicious burn that you wanted more of.

“Fuck yes!”

“Then be a good girl and….” 

Bucky slid inside you, making you take his cock like you’d never had to before with anyone else.

“Sooooo fucking wet and soooo fucking tight.” 

Bucky looked down at you, eyes shining. His chest was heaving with the effort to restrain himself. He couldn’t believe that he was where he’d wanted to be for a while now. And so he smiled at you.

“This pussy seems made for me.”

And then he started to move. It was a mind numbing experience of sensations, his thick, pulsing cock skating in the slick of your tight, stretched cunt. He fell down to his elbows and pressed his forehead against yours as you both looked down and watched the phenomenon.

“How does it feel, Sir?”

Bucky closed his eyes and groaned as his hips faltered.

“Am I wet enough?”

“Fuck!”

Your voice in his ear was making him lose the facade of control that he had hanging by a string now that he was inside you.

“Feelsss…. Feels like… Fuck! …Don’t ask me…”

“Don’t ask what? How my pussy feels for you?”

“Holy mother of god I….”

Bucky took your thighs in his hand, pulled you to the edge of the bed again and started pounding. Then, he took your windpipe between his thumb and forefinger.

“That’ll teach you to try to…”

The way your eyes rolled back in your head had Bucky spurting inside of you already. 

“Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit…..”

Bucky was fucking you ruthlessly. You’d never had it like this.

“Yes, yes, yes, yes!”

You clenched around his cock and Bucky pulled out at the last possible second, shooting his cum on your stomach while reaching down and plucking your clit with his thumb. You finally came with a loud yell and a smile.

When you opened your eyes, Bucky was still milking his cock over you, so you reached down, gathered some cum on your fingers, and inserted them in your mouth. Bucky’s eyes rolled and he pulsed a last little bit of spend on your body.

“Where is your bathroom?”

You pointed toward your right and Bucky went in, ran some water and came out cleaned up, and with a washcloth for you. He sat down on the bed and tenderly took care of you. Then, he leaned down and kissed the belly that he’d just used. He leaned on his elbow and stared at you.

“You satisfied?”

“Hmmmmm. Yes.”

Bucky looked worried, then cleared his throat.

“Good. That was… it was very good for me too.” 

You smiled at him, trying to reassure him, then you started to speak. He stopped you.

“No worries, this shouldn’t affect our working relationship. We’re both adults. We can be professional, right?”

What you wanted was the farthest thing from professional, but you replied, “Right.”

Bucky kissed your nose, then stood up and started getting dressed. You got up and put on your robe, seeing him to the door.

Bucky smiled at you as he left.

“Tomorrow, 4 pm. My brownstone.”

You smiled back.

“And please announce yourself when you come in?”

Bucky winked as he started down the stairs, leaving you watching him until you couldn’t see him anymore.

When he was gone, and you were alone in your apartment, you wondered how the fuck You we’re supposed to be professional when you were addicted to that dick.

You were thinking hard when Bucky sent you a message 10 minutes later.

The text said:

Something to play with ;)

Early the next morning, too early, Bucky woke up drenched in sweat and reached for his glasses, medicine, and the bottle of water next to his bed.

It had been a while since he’d had the familiar nightmare about what happened Sarah. And his baby.

Bucky sat on the edge of the bed and came back to the present. He got up to run the shower and looked into the mirror. He felt guilty for not having Sarah on his mind as much lately. But you were quite the distraction. 

He’d finally found a reason to move on with his life. 

You.

You and Sarah were nothing alike. Your spirit, and your spunk were unlike any other person he’d ever met. He couldn’t bend you to his will.

Not that Sarah had been a pushover, but with her, it had been so easy. Bucky and Sarah fell for each other at first sight and immediately started sneaking around behind Sam’s back. They’d been like yin and yang, not the oil and water that you and he had become. 

Bucky looked deep into his own eyes in the mirror to see if they still reflected the feral violence he wreaked on the men who tried to kidnap them and inadvertently killed his wife and baby in the process. 

Now, five years after all of that you made Bucky’s heart race again, something that running couldn’t even do.

It was meant to be.

After five years out of the limelight, everyone was curious about the sorrow-filled story of what happened to James Buchanan Barnes, and your light, humor-filled piece was skillfully written and hinted at the deeper story. It was good journalism without being mean spirited and he respected you for your skill. 

He wanted you for your body, and he wanted in your mind and soul. 

Bucky Barnes needed you. Now that he had given you a taste of the physical, he just need to make you fall in love with him.

He wished that you were here beside him where you belonged, but all in due time. His plan was proceeding perfectly. 

Bucky did his breathing exercises and walked into a cool morning shower. After that, Bucky settled into bed with his laptop to make sure that you were okay.

The surveillance team he hired was in place outside your building, and you seemed to be sleeping peacefully from what he could see from the cameras placed inside your apartment.

Bucky sighed and closed his laptop, attempting to turn off his brain so that he could gain a few more moments of sleep as the sun started to rise.

What a day today would be.

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My Cue To Leave

HOLY SHIT, I hit 500 followers on Monday morning!! 🎉🥳 I actually can’t believe it, I’m so so grateful to every single one of you!! I’m high key emotional about it, you have no idea! 😭 This idea has been plaguing me so I figured I’d write it for my 500 celebration fic!

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader x Steve Rogers

Word Count: 6.6k

Summary: Steve is going through a dry spell and he has a huge crush on you that he can’t shake. You’re Bucky’s girlfriend and although Bucky is aware of Steve’s crush on you, he doesn’t help matters by sharing details of your sex life, tormenting poor Steve even further. Bucky suggests you help Steve out as a couple. (No real Stucky moments though - maybe in Part 2?)

Warnings: Alcohol mention, smut, threesome, fingering, oral (m receiving), vibrator mention, cursing, blasphemy, deep throating, face fucking, overstimulation, forced orgasm, multiple orgasms, dirty talk, pet names, little bit of degradation, praise kink, size kink, unprotected sex (pls wrap it), edging, orgasm denial, cockwarming, implied voyeurism? Kinda pleasure Dom Bucky? Absolute filth I’m so sorry, I got so carried away, Bucky is a HOE for his girl in a sundress

Likes, reblogs and comments are so appreciated! If I’ve missed any warnings, let me know and I can update them!

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“Holy shit Buck, that girl of yours looks good.” Steve’s voice was quiet enough that no one else would be able to hear him but Bucky, his confidence boosted slightly by the few beers the pair had shared together.

“You don’t needa tell me Steve, she knows exactly what she’s doin’, wearin’ that little sundress. Just asking to be railed later.” Bucky replied, pressing the cool rim of the bottle to his lips, his eyes not leaving your bare legs. Steve could only huff out a little laugh in response, his eyes trained on you too. You were blissfully unaware of your boyfriend and his best friend staring at you, chatting instead to your next door neighbours over the fence that separated your gardens.

“You’re a lucky man, wouldn’t be able to keep my hands off my girl if she walked ‘round lookin’ that good all the time.” Steve agreed, taking in how the cute little dress accentuated your curves. Of course, Steve was single these days, his last breakup hit him harder than he would ever care to admit, even to Bucky, so he was choosing to stay single for a while.

“Sounds like you’re ready to get back out there, man.” Bucky chuckled at Steve’s enthusiasm.

“Nah, don’t think I want anything serious yet.” Steve replied, still not really feeling like talking about why things went so badly last time around. “Gotta admit, miss the sex though.” He took another sip from the bottle in his hand, lips pressed tightly together as he swallowed.

“Shit, you haven’t got laid since things ended? That’s one hell of a dry spell, Stevie.” Your boyfriend mused, mirroring the blond’s actions and sipping from his own bottle.

“Yeah, hate the thought of hook-ups, you know? But don’t want anything serious either. So I’m just kinda stuck.” Steve explained quietly, knowing that there was no real way around his problem that didn’t involve compromising on one of those issues.

“Think you’ll just have to bite the bullet and go for it, no point spending the rest of your life celibate.” Bucky did have some sound reasoning.

“Easy for you to say, your girl looks like that. Would be impossible for you to stay celibate.” Steve laughed, rolling his eyes at his friend’s advice. Sure, it was easy for Bucky to give advice, he wasn’t the one in Steve’s shoes, seeing his best friend with a perfect life.

“She’s a real dream Stevie, you’ve no idea. I swear to God, don’t tell her I told you but she does this one thing with her mouth sometimes and holy shit, I can’t even describe it, it literally makes my knees weak.” Bucky couldn’t help how his dick twitched just thinking about it. Apparently Bucky had absolutely no boundaries when it came to sharing details of your sex life with Steve. Not that you would’ve cared anyway, you were so close with Steve and he was practically always over at your house for dinner.

“You tryin’ to torture me?” Steve laughed, trying not to think about what you could possibly do with your tongue that could make his super soldier, ladies man, best friend crumble. Besides, he shouldn’t think about you like that at all. It was wrong, you weren’t his, you were his best friend’s girl for God’s sake. Sure there were those nights that thoughts of you filled his head, thoughts that had his hand wrapped tightly around his aching cock, fucking his own fist to his filthy thoughts of you, moans spilling from his wet, parted lips. It was so wrong and almost immediately after he spilled over his own chest, he was filled with such deep shame, pushing all thoughts of you away until the next time he found himself hard and needy.

He couldn’t let himself think about how he always came harder when he thought of you, imagining your tiny hands caressing him and how pretty your little whines must sound right before you cum. No, thoughts of you were strictly for when his head was clouded with lust.

“Jus’ sayin’… Thought you’d wanna know at least one of us is getting some these days.” Bucky smiled smugly.

“Often?” Steve quizzed, not even sure that he really wanted to know the answer to that question.

“Ooooh yeah.” Bucky nodded, not sparing any more details than that. Steve’s lips, were pursed together tightly, a little pang of jealousy blooming in his chest. “Sometimes I think she’s the one with the super soldier stamina.” Bucky laughed, noticing the steely look on his best friend’s face.

“You got a good one alright,” Steve shook his head, half attempting to shake all his thoughts straight out of it.

“I sure did Stevie, I sure did.” Bucky laughed fondly, watching you with a little smile.

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The rest of your evening went as it usually did, you made dinner and the boys did all the clearing up, washing the dishes and putting them away, compliments about how good the food was were flowing from both of them. After dinner you all headed to the living room as usual to spend a few hours flicking through Netflix or scrolling on your phones before Steve would call it a night and head home. You and Bucky spooned together on the huge couch in front of the TV, with Steve sitting off to the side in one of the armchairs. Everything went as expected until Steve hauled his huge frame out of the armchair to go to the loo. The second Steve left, Bucky’s lips were all over you, latching onto your neck, his metal hand trailing up the inside of your bare thigh making you shiver. Clearly he hadn’t been too focused on the shitty comedy you had all pretended to watch, getting himself a little too worked up.

“What’s all this about?” You laughed, a little confused as to where all his excitement had come from.

“Jus’ fuckin’ need you. Now.” Bucky groaned, his voice gravelly and low against your neck, grinding his half hard cock against your ass. He’d been thinking about you all evening, dying for a chance to get you as riled up as he was.

“Bucky, Steve is still here.” Your laughter quickly turned into a needy moan at the feeling of your boyfriend’s teeth sinking into your neck, metal fingers stalling against you. He had expected to reach the apex of your thighs and find a pair of pretty lace panties but when his fingers came in contact with bare skin instead, his lips pulled into a smile against your sensitive neck.

“No panties baby? Fuck, pretty sundress and nothing on underneath? It’s like you were plannin’ a fun evening.” Bucky teased, index finger dragging heavily over your exposed sex, spreading the wetness that had already begun to gather.

“Buck, Steve will be back any minute.” You squirmed, loving the feeling of his cock hardening against you, knowing it will be torture to have to go back to innocently spooning with his huge cock throbbing against you.

“Let him fuckin’ watch baby, I don’t care.” Bucky taunted, flesh hand coming up to wrap around your neck. A little groan escaped your lips at his words, making him raise an eyebrow. “Oh wait baby, you don’t like that, do you? You want Stevie to watch us?” Your eyes rolled back in your head as Bucky teased your clit with one finger, your head held back by his hand on your throat. “Answer me toots, you want Steve to watch us?”

You could only nod slowly, unsure if your answer would make Bucky upset but the little grind of his hips against your ass made you relax, knowing he was clearly enjoying it too.

“Naughty little bitch. You know, I don’t think Steve would handle just watching. Think he’s got a bit of a crush on you, toots. Was telling him earlier ‘bout that thing you do with your mouth, thought he was gonna beg me to let him feel it too.” His finger on your clit pressed a little more insistently, wetness beginning to cover your thighs. Sex with Bucky was always amazing but this was something else. “You wanna fuck Steve baby? Think he needs it bad. I won’t be upset if you do angel, I’ll be right there with you.” Bucky’s voice was a little softer and more sincere, his hand shifting from your neck to cup your breasts through your dress.

Everything was both too much and not enough all at once. The filthy grind of Bucky’s cock, the genuine offer of being shared between Bucky and Steve, the featherlight touches to your clit, all promising the best night of your life but not giving you enough to make it feel real yet. Your senses were completely overwhelmed with Bucky, his cologne and touches driving you wild, his filthy voice in your ear making you tremble against his barely moving fingers, still teasing your pussy.

“Need you to use your words baby doll, you wanna fuck Stevie, just this once?” Bucky asked quietly, resting his flesh fingers on your chin and pulling your head up so you were looking up at him. You could see how blown out his pupils were, how genuinely excited he was to share his best girl with his best friend for the night.

“You want this too, right?” You questioned softly, needing the confirmation before you could go any further.

“I do toots, don’t see why we can’t all have a little fun. God knows Steve needs it too.” Bucky chuckled lovingly at your concern, pulling you into a gentle kiss. The kiss was such a contrast from the filthy thoughts running through your head, making you clench your thighs together around his unrelenting metal prosthetic.

“Okay, if Steve is in, I’m in.” You breathed against Bucky’s lips, tearing a tiny moan from his throat.

“I love you, so much you know that?” Bucky all but groaned against your lips, pouring all his need into a kiss that had your head swimming.

“I love you too baby.” You whispered back, finding yourself rutting against his metal fingers that he had stopped moving, desperately needing his touch.

“God, so needy, aren’t you?” Bucky laughed quietly, spreading your legs a little wider so he could dip a finger into your slick hole. You let out a high pitched whine, trying to press yourself down harder to take more of him.

“Holy shit guys! Oh my god, I guess this is my cue to leave!” Steve gasped from the doorway once he realised what he had walked in on. He turned around, practically running for his coat, mumbling something about how you should have told him he’d overstayed his welcome, almost half way out the door before you and Bucky were able to catch up to him.

“Dude, sorry, we didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable!” Bucky apologised frantically, chasing after his best friend.

“No really, it’s okay, I’ll talk to you guys tomorrow, yeah?” Steve asked, reaching for the door handle, not able to hide the blush that spread across his cheeks.

“Stevie, stay. Please?” You asked softly, pressing your hand to the door over his shoulder so he wouldn’t be able to open it. You hadn’t given much thought to the practicality of this idea up until now, feeling absolutely tiny with Steve in front of you and Bucky behind you.

“It’s okay honestly, you guys have a fun night.” Steve laughed as lightheartedly as possible, trying his best to ignore the lump in his throat. Surely you weren’t suggesting what he thought you were suggesting? No, that could only be wishful thinking.

“We’ve talked about it Steve. If you wanna end your dry spell, we’re happy to help.” Bucky added, feeling like he needed to be absolutely clear about your intentions. You could see Steve’s Adam’s apple bob in his throat, cogs in his brain whirring a million miles an hour.

“You’re sure?” He asked after a second, looking mostly at you. After all, he’d seen all of Bucky before, it wouldn’t be a big deal seeing it again but it was different with you.

“Yeah Steve, whatever you’re comfortable with.” You nodded, offering a little half smile, calming his nerves more than you could ever know.

“Well… Yeah I guess that sounds…” He began, not really knowing how best to finish that sentence. You chuckled a little, reaching behind you to give Bucky’s flesh hand a quick squeeze before letting go and stepping forward, pressing your lips gently to Steve’s.

Kissing him was so different to kissing Bucky. Steve’s lips were fuller and softer, much more tentative than your boyfriend’s. Steve’s hands moved to cup your face, deepening the kiss after the initial shock wore off, tongue darting out experimentally against yours. His fingers shifted to your hair and you could sense how hungry he had become, need taking over as he pulled you flush against him, making you feel even smaller than before if that was possible. Before you knew it, his tongue was rolling against yours, fingers tangled in your hair like he just couldn’t get enough.

Eventually you pulled back, eyes fluttering open and connecting with Steve’s, his pupils blown so wide.

“You two have fun?” Bucky asked softly, taking a step closer to you, connecting his lips with the skin where your shoulder met your neck. You could feel how he was still completely hard from earlier, your little show with Steve probably didn’t help either.

“Loads of fun baby.” You half moaned as Bucky’s lips formed a seal, sucking a dark hickey into your skin. Steve looked wrecked already, reaching down to attach his lips to the exact same spot on the other side of your neck. Having both their mouths on you at once was absolutely incredible, two sets of teeth worrying your skin, two tongues flicking against the dark bruises they created.

“Don’t be scared to mark her Stevie, gotta make sure she remembers this.” Bucky hummed, barely taking the time to pull his lips from you. You let out a little moan, thighs clenching together to try to relieve the growing ache until Steve reached a hand between your knees.

“Keep ‘em separated honey.” He whispered, making you almost whimper at the use of such a sweet pet name falling from his mouth after it had made you feel so sinful.

“Bet she’s soaked by now, wanna check for me Stevie?” Bucky purred, watching Steve’s face excitedly.

“That okay honey, mind if I check for Bucky?” Steve quizzed and you nodded, your eyes fluttering shut as his hand trailed higher. “God, you’ve covered your thighs babydoll, makin’ such a mess for us.” He hadn’t even reached where you needed him most yet and he could already feel how wet you were. After what felt like a lifetime, he ran a finger slowly against you, starting at your clit and finishing at your practically dripping hole, teasing lightly around your entrance. The hallway was painfully quiet except for the wet sounds your slick made against Steve’s finger and the breathy sighs Bucky’s lips were pulling from you. “Jesus Buck, she’s soakin’ and we’ve hardly even touched her.” Came Steve’s appreciative hum as he began to dip his finger into you, just up to the first knuckle.

“Ah, more Stevie please.” Your little plea had his cock twitching in his pants, painfully aware that this was already so much better than he could ever have imagined.

“Since you asked so nicely honey.” Steve smiled, pushing gently until your body accepted all of his finger, absolutely obsessed with how easily he was able to glide into you.

“That feel better, hm? Like feeling full of Steve’s finger?” Bucky quizzed, gripping your breasts through your dress, thumbs running over your nipples.

“Need another Steve, gimme two.” You whined, rocking against a single finger just wasn’t enough.

“Don’t be greedy toots, we have plenty of time, don’t we Steve?” Bucky smirked, knowing it would be absolute torture for you to get a little taste of pleasure and then have it ripped away.

“Bucky’s right, we’ve got all night and right now, I’m just dying to feel that thing Bucky says you do with your mouth.” Steve hummed, pulling his finger out of you and sucking it into his mouth.

“Living room toots, go make Stevie comfortable, yeah?” Bucky smiled quietly in your ear before he headed off in the direction of your bedroom. You were practically dizzy with want, distraught that you weren’t going to be touched for who knows how long but truth be told, you were dying to see what Steve was packing. Your mind had wandered there more times than you would care to admit over the years you had been friends so you couldn’t help but feel excited about getting to find out if your suspicions about his size were correct.

You took Steve by the hand, leading him to the living room and pushing him back down into the armchair, settling at his feet on your knees.

“You look so pretty like this honey, on your knees in that cute little dress. Know how worked up you are. Promise I’ll take care of you soon yeah? Buck and I will look after you.” Steve’s voice was almost a whisper as your hands moved to undo his belt and pull his pants and underwear off. His cock was absolutely perfect, almost as perfect as Bucky’s. They were pretty much the same size but you guessed Steve was probably a little longer and Bucky a little thicker. His tip was slick with precum already, shaft slightly curved, veins standing proud against his skin. You mouth watered imaging how he must taste, your tongue darting out along your bottom lip while you stroked him leisurely with one hand, watching his eyes squeeze shut and a needy moan fall from his mouth.

After teasing him a little, you leaned over, taking his tip in your mouth, tongue flicking to gather the bead of precum, earning you another little sigh from Steve. You couldn’t help how eager you were, sinking down lower to take more of him in your mouth, bobbing your head, making Steve grip the arms of the chair.

“Little slut couldn’t even wait for me? You want Steve’s dick that bad toots?” Bucky chastised, absolutely loving the sight of you sucking his best friend off.

“She’s bein’ such a good girl Buck, takes it so well.” Steve choked out, feeling your hand wrap around the base of his throbbing cock to stroke what you hadn’t taken in your mouth yet.

“Wanna test how good she really is? Have an idea.” Bucky smiled, raising an eyebrow at Steve. Steve’s face dropped when he glanced over and saw the hitatchi wand in his best friend’s hand.

“Fuck yes, like the sound of this already.” He breathed, pulling your hair out of the way so he could look down at you while you worked your mouth against him. The way you looked up at him with his cock still in your mouth could’ve made him cum then and there if he wasn’t careful.

“Okay toots, here’s how this is gonna go. You’re gonna keep playing with Steve. I’m gonna turn this on and use it on you. When you get close, you’re gonna tell me.” Bucky knelt down on his knees beside you, making sure you were looking at him while he gave his instructions. He wasn’t quite sure if you nodded or if you were simply bobbing your head for Steve’s pleasure but either way, he knew you had heard him, pressing the ‘on’ button on the wand before running it up your thigh and under your dress, making sure it was pressed against your clit. The vibrations were good but not enough, making you press yourself down harder on the cool tip of the wand.

“Ah ah ah, no, focus on Steve, this isn’t about you.” Bucky chastised. Steve had been watching you intently since he first heard the gentle hum of the toy starting up, knowing your face would be an absolute picture. You took one look up at Steve, doing your best to ignore the throbbing between your legs and took as much of him in your mouth as you could, feeling him hit the back of your throat. Steve’s groan echoed through the room, hips bucking against your mouth.

“Such a good girl. So proud of you.” Bucky cooed, stroking the back of your head, pushing you down just a little harder before pressing the button on the wand that turned it up a speed. The moan that was ripped from your throat made Steve almost tremble, the vibrations travelling up his cock deliciously. The toy moved through your slick folds, making your legs shake before Bucky returned it to its spot over your clit, rubbing it gently from side to side. Your orgasm built quickly and you reached out to Bucky, gripping his thigh to warn him you were close.

“Good girl.” He purred in your ear, pulling the toy away right before you were able to fall over the edge into blinding pleasure. You whimpered a little but started to fuck Steve with your mouth as quickly as you could, hoping it would either provide a distraction or please Bucky enough to make him return the toy and let you cum.

“Shit honey, wet little mouth feels amazing.” Steve all but cried, hips bucking off the chair to meet your mouth. Satisfied that your orgasm had been torn away from you, Bucky returned the toy between your legs, rubbing it in a circular motion this time. The change in sensation on your already sensitive bud was almost too much. Your pussy clenched around nothing, wetness almost certainly dripping from your core onto the carpet beneath you at this point but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care.

“Do that thing baby c’mon, know Stevie will love it.” Bucky beamed, excited to see Steve’s reaction. Eager to please both men, you pushed Steve down almost to the base of his cock before you gagged around him, Steve hissing at the sudden tightness of your throat constricting around him.

“Bucky, I can’t.” You whined, pulling off Steve, a string of saliva connecting the tip of Steve’s cock to your lips. Bucky gripped your face with his metal hand, his flesh one pressing the wand even harder against you.

“You can and you will. Come on toots, you can do it.” He soothed, guiding your head back down over his friend’s cock. As you sucked on him, getting ready for a second attempt, you felt your orgasm build again. You almost thought about not telling Bucky but you behaved, giving him enough warning to pull the wand away in time.

“So pretty like this, look so pretty for me. Feels fuckin’ incredible. Your mouth was made for this honey.” Steve praised, stroking your hollowed out cheek with his thumb, giving you the confidence to try again. You took him slower this time, the ache between your legs not fuelling you just as much given that the vibrator had been taken away. You managed to force your head down to his base, your nose nestled in his neatly trimmed hair, sucking in deep breaths through your nose. Once you were confident you weren’t going to set off your gag reflex, you flattened your tongue out as much as possible, the tip lapping gently at the super soldier’s balls, his whole cock buried down your throat.

“Oh Jesus, fuck.” Steve grunted, dying to fuck your mouth but holding back for your sake.

“Good girl, such a good girl, I knew you’d be able to do it. So cute with your mouth stuffed full of cock. Look at the mess you’ve made of Stevie, huh? Pretty mouth making him crumble. Can’t blame him, feels fuckin’ amazing when you do that. You gonna keep going? Pretty sure he’s close doll, swallow everything he gives you now won’t you?” Bucky’s words were absolutely filthy before he placed the wand back between your drenched folds once more. Your tongue flicked against Steve’s balls and Bucky turned the wand up a speed. You almost came then and there, overwhelmed by the fact you had missed out on two orgasms already, deciding greedily you weren’t going to warn Bucky about this one. Your hips stuttered against the toy, ready to just take the pleasure and fall over the edge before Bucky pulled it away from you at the very last second.

“Stupid slut, you were about to cum weren’t you? You weren’t gonna tell me.” Bucky hissed, eyes dark and angry. You pulled off Steve, shaking your head vigorously, eyes teary and body trembling from so many spoiled peaks.

“Oh honey, you’ve been naughty. Come here, gotta be punished.” Steve was still the softer of the two, making you worry a little that it was him that had come up with a punishment, rather than Bucky. “Warm my cock for me. If the little slut wants to cum Bucky, what do you say we teach her that you need to be careful what you wish for.” Steve gripped your face in one of his huge hands. “How many speeds are on that thing?”

“Seven.” Bucky answered, eyes glowing with excitement, knowing exactly where this was heading.

“We’ve never made it past four. Oh god, I can’t handle the seventh.” You almost cried, tears threatening to spill over your waterline.

“Sure you can, you wanted to cum remember? Now you’re gonna have to.” Steve’s voice was eerily sweet and gentle, making it even worse.

“Traffic light system toots, gimme a colour.” Bucky whispered softly before letting you go any further.

“Green.” You nodded after a little consideration before moving to hover over Steve as he requested. His legs were spread wide as he positioned you exactly how he wanted you, your back pressed to his chest, your legs draped over the top of his so he could hold them apart.

“Gonna warm my cock for me honey? Gotta feel how your pussy clenches and drips when you cum. Bet it’s fuckin’ amazing.” His face was pressed to your neck, hands roaming your clothed body, making you feel so small against his huge frame. He reached between your thighs, gripping his aching cock to position it at your entrance, helping you slide down onto him. “Such a tight fuckin’ squeeze honey, oh god.” Steve was practically a mumbling mess, sloppy kisses pressed to your neck as he filled you up, eyes squeezed shut, every inch of him seated inside you. You could only whimper, knowing your loving boyfriend was watching, dying to be touched but enjoying the sight in front of him too much to really care. You squirmed against Steve, his huge arms holding you in place.

“Such a good girl takin’ all of Stevie like that, aren’t you toots?” Bucky teased, switching the wand on and upping it to the second setting, trailing the tip up the inside of your right thigh, giving a quick swipe over your clit then down your left thigh, leaving a trail of slick in its wake. The contact with your clit had you mewling, shifting your hips only to be reminded of how full you were. Your walls fluttered around Steve, making him groan sinfully, his short fingernails digging into your hips to resist the urge to pound into you and never stop.

“Look at you both, so fuckin’ needy. Don’t even know who’s enjoyin’ it more.” Bucky’s eyes were wild with excitement, running the wand back up the same path it had just taken, flicking it up a setting when it reached your sensitive nub. He didn’t hold it there for long, just enough to make you cry out, head falling back, exposing your throat to Steve.

“Ready for some real fun?” Bucky asked and Steve nodded in response, eyelids heavy, imagining what Bucky could possibly be about to do and the response your body could have. Bucky flicked the speed up two more settings and you whined before the cool silicone could even touch your skin. The vibrations were so intense as he circled around your needy pussy, rubbing everything but your clit. Before touching your clit, Bucky flicked it up once more, a single eyebrow raised at how powerful the sixth setting felt before pressing it directly to your clit.

“Oh- oh my god, no Bucky please, can’t take it.” You whimpered, eyes brimming with tears once more at the overwhelming sensations shooting through your entire body. You could feel your walls spasming against Steve, your thighs trying to close of their own accord but Steve’s huge hands on your knees kept them spread.

“You wanted this, remember? Thought you could cum without permission? Now I’m gonna make you, and Steve’s gonna get to feel how tight your pretty cunt can get.” Bucky’s words made you weaker, if that was even possible. You unwillingly started to rut against the firm head of the toy pressed relentlessly to your abused pussy, your body eager for release but your head telling you it was too much. Steve’s groans couldn’t be ignored either, every little shift of your hips or squeeze of your pussy drawing another deep rumble from his throat. You were so so close, held on edge only by the fear of how intense your orgasm would be when you finally surrendered to it. You could feel how wet you were, your pussy leaking, dripping your sweet nectar down over Steve’s balls.

“C’mon angel, give in.” Steve encouraged, grinding his hips against you, not that it was even possible to get his cock any deeper inside you than it already was, nudging against that sweet spot inside you perfectly.

“Can’t Steve, I can’t.” You sobbed, tears spilling down your cheeks.

“Fuckin’ make her Buck.” Steve grunted his voice losing its softness, clearly tortured by how badly he needed to feel you.

“Oh, gladly.” Bucky whispered with a fire burning in his eyes, upping the wand to the highest setting, rolling it against your swollen bud. That was all it took to send you head first into the most intense orgasm of your life, screaming your way through your release. Your head flew back, hips grinding mercilessly as you rode out your never ending high.

“Oh fuck yes, that’s it honey, squeezin’ me so fuckin’ tight, holy fuck this pussy is gonna be the death of me. Feels so fuckin’ good, better than I ever coulda’ dreamed.” Steve coached you through your high, Bucky groaning obscenely at the sight of his best girl soaking his best friend, evidence of your orgasm gushing from your pussy.

“That’s it toots, don’t stop now, ride it out for me, such a good girl.” Bucky whispered, rolling the head of the toy against you when he thought your orgasm was beginning to die down. You yelped from the oversensitivity, body almost completely limp and trembling in Steve’s strong embrace. After a few more seconds Bucky pulled the toy away, turning it off and discarding it on the carpet to give you a deep, needy kiss. It was all tongue and teeth, your pussy still clenching violently through the aftershocks around Steve’s cock.

“Did so fuckin’ well for us baby, thank you.” He whispered sincerely, ignoring Steve for a minute to take care of you. You could only nod weakly, that fucked out look in your eye driving him wild.

“Want you and Steve to finish.” You whispered, Bucky glancing over your shoulder at Steve.

“No honey don’t worry about us, you’ve been amazing already.” Steve smiled softly, kissing your shoulders gently.

“Please? Wanna make you both cum too.” You pleaded, drawing Bucky’s attention back to you.

“You sure toots?” Your boyfriend asked and you nodded. He gave you the most loving kiss, making sure you knew just how much he truly appreciated you in that moment.

“You’re nothing short of perfect, you know that?” Steve chuckled, lips connecting once more with the delicate skin behind your ear. You couldn’t help but smile, sucking in deep breaths to steady yourself, letting both huge men absolutely dote on you.

“Bedroom, baby?” Bucky asked quietly after a few minutes of them both indulging you in seemingly endless affection. You nodded happily, easing yourself up and off Steve’s rock hard member, legs stiff from being held open for so long, excited to get to lie down for a while. Your legs were wobbly, Bucky’s strong hands reaching forward to grab you, scared they would give out from under you.

“Hey, it’s okay, I got you.” He mumbled, scooping you up, heart melting at how you buried your head against his chest, craving his familiar touch. “Think Stevie is gonna have to go first honey, don’t think he can last much longer.” Bucky whispered quietly as you made your way to the bedroom, laying you gently on the bed. You pulled your dress up over your head, leaving you completely naked, earning a gasp from Steve.

“God, you’re just perfect.” He hummed, pulling his shirt off while Bucky undressed himself, leaving all of you completely naked. Steve took his time, slotting himself between your thighs, pressing you into the mattress with his fervent kisses, lips latching onto any exposed skin he could access. You could tell how badly he needed this after being tortured earlier, being nestled inside you but not able to fuck you how he wanted to. His eyes were almost glassy as his lips connected with yours, cock hard and rubbing deliciously along your soaked slit.

“You need it Stevie?” You whispered softly, feeling the bed dip as Bucky joined you, cock fisted tightly in his flesh hand. Steve could only groan in response, rutting against your soaked lips but not allowing himself to push inside just yet. “Then take it.” Your voice was barely audible over Steve’s needy gasp, your hand wrapping around him and guiding him to line up with your entrance. His hips moved entirely of their own accord, his huge cock stretching you out once more. He was filling you so full you were sure you could feel him in your tummy.

“So fuckin’ incredible.” He gasped, pulling out before thrusting back in, drawing wet noises from your pussy and breathy moans from all three of you. “Shit, honey, gonna fill you up.” His cock nudged beautifully against that sweet spot inside of you, making you arch your back against his body, loving the rhythm he was setting.

“How long have you wanted this Stevie, huh? How long have you thought about fuckin’ my girl?” Bucky looked stunning, leaning back on his metal arm, flesh one tugging his painfully hard, leaking cock. His abs rippled with each tight stroke, not yet chasing his high but certainly encouraging it.

“Too fuckin’ long Buck, shit, she’s better than I could’ve dreamed. So fuckin’ tight. Won’t be able to look at you in a pretty sundress again without thinkin’ bout you drippin’ down your thighs for me, Princess.” Steve was absolutely losing himself in his pleasure, grunts slipping freely from his lips when your walls fluttered around him.

“Fuck Steve I’m so close.” You managed to whine, fingers slipping between your bodies to rub your clit in harsh circles.

“Gonna make my girl cum Stevie? You’ll get to feel her milking your cock, God it’s amazing.” Bucky’s little taunts were enough to send you over the edge, keening against Steve as your orgasm took over. The hand that wasn’t working your clit gripped at Steve’s ass, pushing him as deep inside you as possible. Almost as soon as your high took over, Steve’s hips began to stutter, cum pumping into your tightening body. Steve practically roared as he came, pressing into that sweet spot inside you, making you see stars.

“So good honey, so fuckin’ good. Holy shit, little pussy is so greedy isn’t it? Wants as much cum as I can give you.” Steve groaned, rutting out the last of his high against you before pulling out, his seed dripping out of you. Bucky almost lost all coherent thought at the sight of Steve’s spend dripping from your body.

“Got one more in you toots?” He asked quietly, lining up at your entrance, swapping places with Steve. “Oh fuck, think it actually feels even better fuckin’ you after Steve, you’re still fuckin’ clenchin’ baby. You’re just eager for more cum, is that it?” You could only whimper at his words, pressing your hips up to try to push him inside you. He chuckled lowly, gripping his cock, pressing to your cum- covered hole and sliding in effortlessly. He could only bite his lip, trying not to cry out at how good it felt to fuck you with your hole already full of Steve’s cum.

“Feel so good Buck, god I love your cock.” You whined, keen to help him establish a good rhythm.

“Know you do babydoll, you take it so well. This pussy is a dream you know that? Think ‘bout nothin’ else. And now you’ve got Stevie hooked too.” The wet sounds coming from where your bodies joined were nothing short of obscene, his strokes were so long, pulling almost entirely out of you before slamming back in. Steve watched excitedly, getting to just experience what went on behind closed doors in your house. Your chemistry was so evident, your bodies knowing exactly how to please the other. Your eyes were squeezed shut, focusing on containing your third orgasm until Bucky was ready. You could tell from his groans that he wasn’t far away, the extra slick added by Steve’s load dragging him closer to his own peak every with every thrust.

“Bucky, can’t hold it. Needa cum.” You gasped, he had been nailing your sweet spot with every single thrust, your pussy fluttering around him, ready to milk every last drop of cum from him. Bucky reached up, taking your face in one of his hands, making you open your eyes.

“Cum for me toots but don’t look away. Wanna see those pretty eyes.” He cooed, speeding his thrusts just a little to that pace he knew had you crumbling every time. Your fingers clawed at his back, your lips screwed up into a perfect ‘o’ shape, curses and whimpers of Bucky’s name flowing from you before he stilled, shooting another load inside you.

“Fuck, that’s it, milk my cock toots, such a good girl, love you so much.” He whispered, the look of complete pleasure on your face only fuelling him to cum harder. By the time Bucky had pulled out, you had already began to laugh quietly to yourself.

“What’s so funny?” Steve quizzed, Bucky flopped back on the bed looking spent, chest glittering with a thin sheen of sweat, metal hand running through his hair.

“That was good.” You chuckled, drawing a little smile from Bucky and Steve.

“Yeah it was, wasn’t it.” Bucky sounded so relaxed, still half coming down from his mind blowing high.

“Absolutely no complaints here.” Steve agreed, just glad that things weren’t awkward now that the lust had worn off.

“Same time next week?” Bucky suggested. You and Steve both glanced over at each other before simultaneously lifting pillows, whacking the squealing super soldier.

[shurisneakers]

I have a Drabble request for harmless! Maybe Bucky makes an inator with Tony either to solve a small problem for Miss Villain just to annoy Sam/Clint and then when he shows it to Miss Villain, she is just stunned and super attracted to Bucky.

note: pre date era

Catch up with the rest of the series here!

"I don't know much about furniture-"

"Then maybe you should shut up."

"-but that definitely doesn't go there."

The both of you stare at the piece in front of you.

"I thought we finished everything," Bucky says.

"We did." Your new villain throne sits proudly in the centre of the lair.

"Then what the fuck is that?" A pipe lies unused on the floor.

You pull up the instructions again. Turn it over, scan the back.

"I have no idea."

Bucky's hand rests on his hip, leg jutting out as he continued to look at it. 

"Tell ya what, I'll break it and we can stick one on each side."

"No." You fold the plans up swiftly. "That's tacky."

"Like the rest of it's the epitome of fuckin' minimalism."

He did have a point. The chair was tall and dark, and had velvet cushioning. There were the occasional spiked but it was classy. 

Why the fuck was there a pipe supposed to be involved anyway?

“Fine, we’ll figure it out later,” Bucky says, turning to you. “Go try it out.”

“Okay.” You smile, strolling over before hopping onto it.

"How's it feel?" He crosses his arms over his chest, a smile on his face. 

"Pretty good." You run your hands over the armrest. "I feel the evil in me growing.”

He watches you swing your legs over it, sinking into the chair. It makes you look sinister, even if you were still in your pajamas. 

“I think I like it,” you muse. “Shame it doesn't come with a cupholder."

Oh.

"I got somethin' for that." Bucky reaches into his bag. "Figured you'd need one once I saw you picking this shit over a normal chair."

"I do what I must for the presentation," you announce, spreading your arms wide. "And the presentation is pretty great."

He holds up a metallic, crescent-shaped band. You mention for him to continue. 

He latches it onto the armrest, it retracting to fit snugly. Looked cool too.

"It does a few things," he explains, clicking a button and watching as a tray table mechanically unfolded from it. "Cup holder too. I think there's a charging port? Can't remember."

“Well, shit.” You grin at him. "Where'd you get this?"

"Made it." Bucky shrugs. "Stark did most of it but I helped out."

You halt. "You made this?"

"Yeah. There's also a disco button." He points out. "Tony said it was important and it’s really stupid, but whatever."

You follow where he’s mentioning, a small button at the end of the row, and poke at it. A tiny disco ball pops up, a subdued version of Grease playing while it shines brightly. It tucks in itself before returning back to the band.

"Okay, so that's pointless but the rest of it's alright." Bucky looks up at you only to find you already staring at him intensely. "What?"

You hold up a finger. "Give me a second, I'm just trying to process how wildly attractive you are to me right now."

Bucky presses down a laugh.

"Were you in one of those tank tops while making it?"

He was wearing a full sleeve t-shirt and socks.

"Sure was."

"Oh my God," you whisper. "That image should be illegal."

His lips press inward to hide his amusement. "That thing's gonna need updates every now and then. Gotta bring it over to the workshop."

"Are you saying that you're gonna be there in a tanktop like a mechanic when I do? Is that what you're saying?"

Bucky doesn't answer, only crosses his arms over his chest.

"Don't say things like that to me." You press your hand to your heart. "Don't give me hope."

"I'm not sayin' anything."

"Hush now. You've already done enough damage."

"I haven't done anything."

You sigh. "Swear to God, Barnes, you're gonna be the death of me one day."

[alwaysxinxtrouble]

@mindfcllofmadness liked for a stater with Bucky

"Steve..." Eyeing the images flashing across the television suspiciously, Bucky called out to the Captain, glancing over his shoulder at the bathroom. The apartment wasn't large but Steve had offered him a place to stay after catching up to him in Canada, the Triskelion have fallen only three months earlier. “Ugh...why is there a tornado on the television with sharks flying around?! The weatherman called it a sharknado? Is this because of global warming?!”

[wicked-mind]

The Queen and King: Chapter one

Summary: Y/N is the Queen of Guns and James ‘Bucky’ Barnes is the King of New York City. She wants him as a buyer, but Bucky wants her to be his queen. After all, every King needs a Queen.

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: this will be a +18 series, AU, Mafia!Bucky, Dark!Bucky, sexual tension, sex implied, mentions of murder and dismembered fingers (minor character), swearing.

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Chapter One- The King

Y/N knew everything about James Buchanan Barnes, otherwise known as Bucky. The King of New York City. Nothing happened without him knowing about it. He was the most powerful man in the city. He ran the drugs through the area and killed any rival that dared to come into his territory. He had the police and politicians in his pocket and made smaller businesses pay him for protection. Y/N had plans for James. She was the lead gun seller in the eastern region, and she wanted him as buyer. She had infiltrated his second in command, Steve, meeting him and spending two weeks sleeping with him and trying to gather intel, but he kept his lips locked tight when it came to Bucky’s business. Y/N knew Bucky was currently buying his current gun supply from Brock Rumlow, one of her competitors. But she had already taken care of him, having some from her team kill him and chop off a finger to send to each of his buyers. The package for James had already been dropped off on his doorstep as proof of how serious she was. It was a very clear message- either join Y/N or she would tear you to shreds.

Bucky licked his lips as he watched his new club fill up with bodies. The music was loud and the bar was busy. Just what he liked to see. He sat at the round booth, Steve and Sam at either side of him. He nodded to one of the waitresses who promptly went to the bar to grab him a drink. He leaked power off of him. Everybody knew he was the King and he made sure to prove it every chance he got.

As the waitress was on the way bringing a glass full of dark whiskey, she was stopped by a woman wearing ankle high black boots with a heel, black shorts, and a tight maroon tank top, “I’ll take this.” Y/N hissed out to the wide eyed waitress, taking the drink from her hand. She turned to meet eyes with Bucky who had his eyebrows raised at the ordeal unfolding in front of him. Y/N could already tell she had captured his attention just as she wanted with the way he was eyeing her and the grin that rested on his lips. Y/N walked over to the table, tapping the glass with her index finger as she held it. She broke her gaze from Bucky to look to Steve, a smile appearing across her lips that were painted with a deep shade of red lipstick, “Stevie.” She sang out, making Steve snap his head around to look at her.

Steve looked at Y/N in shock seeing her while he was working. He stood quickly, “What’re you doing here, Y/N?” He asked. Y/N had been sleeping with him the past two weeks. He had told her nothing of the business he was into and nothing about the night club he would be at tonight. Steve had no idea how Y/N was here.

Y/N smiled at him, “That’s for me to know and for you to.. dot dot dot.” She said softly, keeping her gaze on his as she took a sip of the whiskey in the glass, leaving a red lip stain on the rim. She slid into the booth, taking Steve’s spot next to Bucky and sliding so close to him so their legs were touching. Steve sat back down on the other side of Y/N, a confused look on his features.

Bucky watched, his eyes flickering between Steve and the mysterious woman named Y/N. He was curious, was this the piece of ass Steve had been bragging about for the past two weeks? He raised an eyebrow as she slid in the booth next to him, watching her take another drink of his whiskey, “And what can I do for you, doll?” He mused curiously, a smile resting on his lips. He couldn’t believe Steve had scored such a beauty like her and keep it a secret from him. Bucky knew why Steve didn’t tell him though, she was gorgeous. A woman that Bucky would have no problem taking back to his bedroom and devouring. He licks his lips as he continued to look her up and down, undressing her with his eyes. 

Y/N narrowed her eyes at him, “I heard you were looking for Rumlow.” She said shortly, taking the last swig of the whiskey and setting the glass down in front of Bucky, unflinching as the liquid slid down her throat with ease. Y/N could tell by the way Bucky was looking at her that she had his full attention. And Y/N couldn’t lie, those dark, powerful eyes on her made a small tingle shoot through her body. She had always been attracted to power, and Bucky was dripping with it. Not to mention he was very handsome and the darkness behind his gaze magnetized her.

Bucky shifted a little bit at her words. Rumlow was his main arms dealer and they were supposed to meet here tonight to sort out a gun shipment. But Rumlow was late which was very unlike him, “What are you? His messenger?” He asked, keeping a grin on his lips as he stretched both his arms on the top of the booth to spread across Y/N shoulder, reaching down the let his finger stroke her shoulder softly, fiddling with the strap to her top. He could already tell she wasn’t wearing a bra.

Y/N grinned at his words, leaning closer to him until her lips were brushing against his ear lobe, “A messenger? Fuck no.” She quickly slid herself onto his lap to face him, her hands running up Bucky’s chest as she licks her lips. Y/N could feel Steve and Sam watching her in shock, but she didn’t care. Bucky was attractive. He had the looks and the power she craved.

Bucky’s grin widened as Y/N moved onto his lap, dropping his hands to her waist. He knew he had an effect on women with the power and darkness that swelled around him, but this woman seemed different. She had the effect that seemed like she was a cat playing with a mouse. But Bucky was amused and allowed it to continue. He squeezed her hips, pulling her body roughly against his.

Y/N tilted her head at him, her eyes staring at his as the lights around them pulsed to the music, “You see, James,” She began, tilting her head so her hair slipped to one side of her neck, “Stevie blue eyes over there never spoke about your business, even after I gave him the best sex he’s ever had. But I’ve been watching you for a long time. I know you’re the King of New York.”

Bucky’s eyes flashed to Steve with a bit of anger and jealousy before returning to Y/N’s face, “You mean my club? Just opened, it wasn’t exactly a secret.” He said as a cover, wondering what exactly Y/N knew about him. Even if she did know about his drug running, he wasn’t just going to admit that blatantly even if the woman was as hypnotizing as Y/N.

“You were fucking me for information?” Steve asked suddenly, his jaw clenching as if he was angered by her comment. He should’ve known by how forward she was with him that there was some ulterior motive. She was always asking what he did as she drew small circles on his chest after they had sex but he never said a word about it. 

Y/N looked over at Steve and put a pout look on her face, “Oh, don’t look so surprised, darling. You really think this,” She looked at Bucky, gently rolling her hips over his. Her eyes fluttered as she let a beautiful moan pass her lips. Her face snapped emotionless again after the act and she tilts her head at Steve, “Was real? Oh please. You’re far too gentle to have me make those noises.” She smirked at him.

Bucky gritted his teeth as she rolled her hips against his. Damn, she was good. The moan that passed her lips, even if was an act, made him want to be the cause of the sweet moan. He snaked his hands up her back, wanting to rip the tank top from her skin. He wanted her, right there and now. He stared up at her face with a grin, “And why would a woman like you be curious of my business?” He asks, leaning up so he could whisper it into her ear seductively. 

Y/N looks to Bucky as he whispers to her. She snakes a hand up his chest and behind his neck, gripping his hair between her fingers and pulling his head back by his hair. She leans her face down to his until her lips were inches away from his, “You’ve been getting your guns from Rumlow the past couple years. That ends now.” She told him, “My name is Y/N Y/L/N. And you may be the King of New York City, James Barnes.” She brushes her lips along his cheek until she reached his ear, “But I am the Queen when it comes to guns in the eastern region. And I will be the one you’ll be doing business with from now on.” She bit his ear lightly before pulling her face back to smile at him, releasing his hair from her grasp. Y/N slipped out of Bucky’s grasp and slid over onto Steve’s lap giving him a deep kiss, her tongue rolling on his bottom lip as she separated, “And I’ll see you later. A girls got needs and maybe next time you’ll get it right.” She said as she slid off his lap and out of the booth. Y/N turned to look at Bucky, a smirk returning her lips, “I’ll be in touch.” She could see the jealousy in his eyes from her move with Steve. She could tell he was a possessive man that craved her.

Bucky couldn’t help but chuckle when she called herself a queen. Confidence leaked off of Y/N the same way it did from him. He could tell she was powerful. But more than that, she was the most gorgeous woman he had ever seen and had the fierce attitude to match it. And Bucky wanted her. He couldn’t help but frown a little as she kissed Steve. He looks at Y/N as she started to head out, “What happened to Rumlow? I just like to know if I need to clean up a loose end.” He said with a smirk, looking up and down her figure with his wanting gaze. The things he would do to her…

Y/N turned her attention back to Bucky, noticing him eye-fuck her. She licks her lips, “Oh, you’ll see him when you get home. Well, a piece of him. Just to let you know how serious I am when it comes to my business.” She said with a sinister smile before turning on her heels and promptly exiting the club, a few men following her out.

Bucky watched her go, licking his lips that were curved in a smile as he watched her leave, tilting his head as his gaze fixated on her ass. When she was out of view he wiped the smile from his lips, pointing his finger over at Steve, “You will not see her later. There will be no next time.” He growled out, rage flashing in his eyes showing he was serious. Bucky wanted Y/N all to himself. As of this moment, she was only his.

Steve looked at Bucky, seeing the darkness and rage in his boss’s eyes that meant he was deadly serious, “Of course, sir.” He said quickly with a stern nod, “Are we going to get into bed with her?” He asks, curious what Bucky was thinking. As his second in command, these were things Steve needed to know. Would they get into buying guns from Y/N?

Bucky sat back in the booth and a small grin returning to his lips. He spread his arms back across the top of the booth, “We will buy her guns. And I will be the only one getting into bed with her. She’s a Queen. And a Queen needs her King.” He said possessively. He could already imagine what he could do with Y/N, business and personal. Bucky would have her guns and would have her folded over his desk with him behind her at the same time.

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Under Pastel Skies - 11

Sugar daddy!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Modern!AU Bucky doesn’t need anyone, especially not a sugar baby. He isn’t that desperate… but she smiles so sweetly and she’s endearingly awkward, and he’s so lonely. She’s an artist, a painter, the type of person who always puts others before herself. Throwing caution to the wind Bucky offers her a place to live, a place where she can finally paint whatever her heart desires. He doesn’t need much in return; a friend, a muse.

Word Count: 6,696

Warnings: Unprotected Sex (non explicit) 

A/N: And finally... Just a word before, and it’s important, I wanted to put the explicit between two ‘*’ but I settled for one at the end because explicit means different things to different people. So whenever it starts to get too steamy for you, skip to the *. Thank you for reading, I appreciate your support!

Wannabe sugar daddies, don’t interact with this post. 

Bucky moved behind the kitchen counter when he heard the door close. You and your guests were in the hallway where you took their coats and asked them to remove their shoes. He took a deep breath to calm himself. He had to stay calm, you depended on him tonight.

“It smells nice in here. What did y-”

Bucky straightened himself up and tried to keep a casual, friendly smile on his face as he came face-to-face with Okoye. He had seen enough pictures of your siblings to recognize them.

She looked surprised to find someone else there. He raised his hand and waved, and she frowned at him in confusion. The rest of the guests stopped short when they saw him waving like a dork. You pushed through them and came to his side.

“Guys, this is my friend, Bucky,” you said. “He’s the one who invited you.”

“Thanks for the invite. I hope you like wine,” Scott said, extending his hand as he walked over to Bucky.

“I sure do.”

Then he shook Wanda and Okoye’s hands, telling them how good it was to finally meet them. Your sisters introduced him to their partners, W’Kabi and Edwin who preferred to be called ‘Viz’.

You led them to the living room while Bucky prepared the drinks. W’Kabi decided to stay behind and help Bucky carry the drinks to the living room. He praised Bucky for having such a nice home.

The conversation seemed to flow easily between your siblings, though as Bucky arrived with your drink, he couldn’t help but notice that you were not participating. You took the glass from his hand, smiled then went back to staring at the coffee table. He sat next to you and rubbed soothing strokes on your arm before he reached for his drink.

Okoye was telling everyone that she had decided to return to New York after King T’Chaka’s passing. His son carried the mantle of the Black Panther, surrounding himself with his father’s Dora Milaje, but Okoye wanted to live closer to her own family.

She was a Dora Milaje, loyal to her king, but she was also a sister, loyal to her family. She felt like there were no good choices, and it ate away at her until her king found a solution to her problem. His little sister, Shuri, was starting her own business in the United States and needed her own bodyguards. Okoye accepted and W’Kabi followed her.

Scott didn’t share much. He showed everyone pictures of his little girl, Cassie, and said he was now working at Baskin-Robbins.

Wanda was evasive about her life and whereabouts. She told everyone that she’d been backpacking across Europe and met Viz, a wealthy businessman, on a beautiful sunny day in Berlin. They’d been attached at the hip ever since.

“And of course, you’re all invited to the wedding,” Wanda said while Okoye admired the ring. “It’s going to be a small wedding. I just need my family.”

“Excuse-me,” you said, standing up abruptly. “I think something’s burning.”

Bucky watched you disappear into the kitchen. He glanced at the group again, no one was paying attention so he followed you into the kitchen.

He found you leaning back against the counter, your arms crossed over your chest, staring into nothing. He walked over to you and pulled you into a one-armed hug that you accepted with a pleased sigh.

“I don’t think I can do this,” you said, your voice muffled against his shirt.

“Is it a code ‘flamingo’?”

“No,” you chuckled, pulling away. You took a deep breath and leaned back against the counter again. “It’s just...”

You huffed, unable to find the words and grabbed him by the waist, seeking his warmth again. Bucky let out a surprised laugh as you squeezed him tightly. He wrapped his arm around your shoulders and pressed you against his chest.

“I know it’s hard,” he said, kissing the crown of your head. “It’ll be over soon, angel.”

Bucky rocked you side to side in a slow, soothing rhythm until you were practically melting against him. He felt you take a deep breath, your nose buried in his chest. He didn’t want the moment to end, but you’d been gone for several minutes now, and the others would barge in the kitchen soon.

He pressed a long kiss to your forehead and gently pushed you away, his arm falling to your waist. You smoothed out the wrinkles you had made in his shirt without looking him in the eye.

He could tell you were thinking about something but before he could ask what was on your mind, you kissed the slight cleft in his chin and quickly moved away from him.

He smiled to himself, his heart beating a little faster.

You were transferring the dinner rolls from the pan to the basket when Scott poked his head into the kitchen. Bucky was still smiling to himself like a lovesick idiot.

“Everything okay?” Scott asked, taking a step closer to you. You turned to him and nodded. “It’s kinda weird, isn’t it?”

“What?”

“Seeing each other again after all this time.” He leaned his forearm on the counter next to you and smelled the bread. “Baby Wanda’s getting married. Did you know they flew me first class? And the hotel is incredible. I feel like a prince.”

“Viz seems very nice.”

“I can’t believe Wanda backpacked through Europe,” Scott scoffed. “She hates camping.”

“Yeah, I know.”

Bucky watched as Scott leaned closer and whispered in your ear. “Listen, I wanted to thank you for everything you did for me and for Cassie-” Bucky quietly left the two of you alone. It was a private conversation and he didn’t want to impose himself.

He finished setting the table, and soon everyone joined in. Bucky was sitting with his back to the kitchen, W’Kabi sitting next to him. You took a seat across from him, Wanda sitting next to you. Okoye sat next to Wanda, facing Scott, and Viz took a seat at the end of the table.

The food was good, and everyone complimented Bucky on his cooking skills. He said that you had helped him a lot, but you refused to take credit for chopping up a bunch of vegetables. You gushed about his cooking skills and his delicious recipes. It made them salivate just thinking about it.

“And your house is amazing,” Scott said with a dreamy look on his face. “A place like that...” he sighed, “that must have cost you an arm and a leg.” The whole room fell silent, and something that sounded like a foot hitting a shin made the table jump. “Ouch, why did yo- oh.”

Okoye was looking at him with the widest pair of eyes Bucky had ever seen. She looked furious and exasperated at the same time. The others stared at their plates as the uncomfortable silence grew.

Bucky glanced at you, not surprised to find you smirking. You knew he lived for moments like these, and you knew he already had the perfect comeback. As he watched you bit your lip, trying to contain a little giggle, he couldn’t help but love you even more.

“It was the original price but I’m a good negotiator,” Bucky said. “Only cost me an arm.”

W’Kabi was the first to laugh at his joke, then the whole table broke into fits of laughter. Scott looked equally amused and relieved.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t-”

“No problem,” Bucky cut him off.

“Can’t take you anywhere,” Okoye said with a smile and a shake of her head. She turned to Bucky as everyone calmed down. “So, Bucky, strange name, uh? What do you do for a living?”

“My name is James, Bucky’s just a nickname.” He wiped his mouth and set the napkin down. “I’m a writer.”

“A pretty good one, judging by your apartment.”

“I’m all right.” He shrugged. “Literally.” Scott snickered at the joke.

“He’s too modest,” you said. “His books are best sellers. They’re autobiographical, he’s very sincere and honest and funny. He has a way of making you laugh about things that are pretty awful.”

“Yeah, we saw that,” Wanda said with a grin. “Are you working on anything at the moment?”

Bucky shifted a little in his seat. “Yeah, it’s uh,” he cleared his throat. “It’s a very important one. I don’t really want to talk about it. Don’t wanna jinx it.”

He wasn’t going to tell your family that he was writing a book about how he fell in love with you. That’d be pretty awkward.

“I understand,” Okoye nodded, then looked at you. “You’ve been really quiet tonight.” You shrugged. “I thought you were still living with Natasha. Do you still work at the hotel? Where is it again? Chelsea? That’s one hell of a commute from Brooklyn.”

“I wasn’t exactly living with Natasha,” you said. “I was crashing on her sofa. And no, I quit six months ago. I’m a full time artist now.”

“That’s great,” Scott said, raising his glass toward you in a silent toast. “How’s that working out for you?”

“Not too bad. Bucky’s friend is a professional photographer. He helped me set up my website. The pictures he took are amazing. I sold a few pieces online but I’m struggling to find gallery representation.”

“Hey, as long as it pays the bills.”

“I don’t really have to worry about bills these days.”

“What do you mean?”

The room got quiet again, and Bucky could feel the tension in the air, buzzing like static electricity. All eyes were suddenly on you, waiting for an explanation. Bucky knew you were not going to lie to them. He locked eyes with you, and braced himself for impact.

You set your fork down and folded your hands in your lap.

“Well, Bucky and I have an arrangement.”

“I don’t like where this is going,” Scott cut you off.

“I’m not going to beat around the bush and I’m not going to use pretty words to make it sounds more appealing,” you continued as if you hadn’t heard him. “He’s my sugar daddy.”

“You’re joking. Please, tell me you’re joking.”

“Nope,” you replied smugly, popping the ‘p’.

A chorus of voices rose in protest. Okoye and Scott were shouting while the others kept glancing around wondering what had just happened. Wanda was strangely quiet next to you.

“Oh, shut up!” you shouted. “You left me alone. All of you. We were all grieving our brother but it doesn’t give you the right to fuck off when things get tough. Do you know how fucking terrifying it was when mom started to lose her memories? Or when the police drove her home at three in the morning after one of her spells? No, you don’t know because you weren’t there.”

Bucky had never seen you so upset before, and he didn’t quite know what to do but he felt like you needed to get it off your chest.

“I didn’t have friends or boyfriends. I went to class, then got home, hoping mom hadn’t set the house on fire. I took the first decent job I could find because she needed a new home and professional help. Without Natasha I would have been homeless.” You turned to Bucky. “I’m so sorry, I’ve ruined dinner. You’ve worked so hard.”

“It’s okay,” he replied immediately. “I’m with you.”

“God, you’re so nice,” you sighed, then turned to your siblings. “See? That’s the kind of person he is. I was lonely and lost, and I found him and he’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me. He’s kind and sweet, he’s selfless and generous, and you have no right to criticize our relationship.”

Bucky stared at you, his mouth hanging open a little. Slowly he shook himself out of his trance and reached for your hand on the table. He had no idea you thought so highly of him.

“We needed each other,” you continued. “And I don’t care what you think.”

Dinner was officially ruined but Bucky didn’t care. He smiled at you, soft and reassuring, and let go of your hand when you smiled back. He was proud of you for speaking up, for standing up for yourself.

Bucky noticed Wanda and Viz exchanging looks.

“Okay so, since we’re sharing truth bombs,” Wanda said, shifting a bit in her seat. “I wasn’t really traveling through Europe. I went to Sokovia and after that, everything’s kind of a blur. I did things I’m not proud of. I wanted to forget,” she paused and sighed, “everything. I hit rock bottom, pretty hard, and checked myself into a psychiatric hospital. That’s where I met Viz. He helped me send you those postcards. I screwed up, real bad, but I couldn’t tell you guys the truth. I’m not really proud of myself.”

“I got fired from Baskin-Robbins for yelling at a costumer.”

“Okay!” Okoye exclaimed in her big sister voice. “Enough truth bombs.” She pointed at you. “I’m sorry you had to do this alone, it wasn’t right but we’re here now and we won’t let you down. As for the sugar daddy thing... well you’re a grown woman, you can do whatever you want. Bucky seems like a nice guy.” She turned to Wanda. “We are all dealing with our pain in our own way. I’m not judging you. We’re here for you, Wanda.”

“I know,” Wanda said, sniffing.

“And Scott, stop yelling at people.”

“Yeah, good idea.”

Bucky turned to W’Kabi and Viz who looked proud of their girls, albeit a little uncomfortable with the whole situation. Someone started chuckling, he couldn’t tell who it was, but suddenly the whole table broke into a fit of laughter.

“How about some dessert,” he said. “Then you guys can fill me in on some childhood secrets.”

As he walked away from the table, he heard you warn your siblings to keep their mouths shut. They laughed in response, which made Bucky smile. Surely it’d take more than one outburst at a family dinner to fix your broken bond but it was a good start.

During dessert, he learned that everyone called you ‘Splotchy’ because you painted on the living room walls as a child. He learned that you always wanted to play board games with Okoye. Your favourite one was Mystery Date.

“She had a crush on Tyler, the beach date.”

“No, that’s not true, don’t listen to them.”

When they finally left, you spent a few extra moments hugging everyone. Promises were made, and Bucky couldn’t help but smile as he watched you wave goodbye to your siblings.

It was just the two of you again, and the mountain of dirty dishes and silverware. He told you not to worry about the dishes, but you knew if he went to bed he wouldn't be able to sleep, not when the kitchen was such a mess so you cleaned together.

He loved these moments with you. There was something very peaceful about the night; the dark skies, the soft lights, the quiet apartment, knowing people all around town where getting ready for bed. It used to make him feel tiny and isolated but now, with you, the night didn’t seem so frightening anymore.

A few weeks went by, and things were changing a bit. You spent your Saturday mornings with your sisters, bonding, and facetimed with Scott at least once a week.

Bucky also noticed a subtle change in Sam’s behaviour. He seemed happier and he wondered if his friend had already forgotten Natasha.

It was almost June, and the building’s swimming pool reopened as the weather got warmer. Despite living there for several years, he had never gone near that swimming pool until you dragged him out one scorching afternoon.

The rooftop was surprisingly calm, apart for the group of children playing in the pool. There were people sunbathing around the pool, enjoying a good book, socializing. You dropped your bag on the floor and laid out your towel on the reclining chair.

Bucky had never seen you in a bathing suit before and it caught him completely off guard, but what made him literally growl was seeing the little pendant of your necklace rest against your skin. He didn’t know why but it awoke something in him.

You both slathered on sunscreen before you went for a swim. Bucky recognized a few neighbours, and while they all knew he only had one arm, they had never seen him shirtless before. Bucky didn’t mind their inquisitiveness, as long as you were beside him.

“Do you think the kids peed in the water?” you asked as you rested against the edge of the pool.

“Probably,” Bucky cringed. “When I was a kid, my mom told me that there were chemicals that turned the water a different color when someone pees.”

“Ew,” you laughed.

After a while, he lay out in the sun, enjoying the feel of the sun on his skin. He could still hear you playing water polo with the kids when a shadow passed over him. With a frown, he pushed his sunglasses up onto his forehead.

“It’s nice to see you, James,” his neighbour beamed, taking a seat on your unoccupied chair. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you out here.”

“Hi.” He wasn’t surprised when his voice came out hoarse since he had been on the verge of falling asleep. With the grace of a walrus, he propped himself into a sitting position. “Yes, well, swimming pools are more fun when you’re not alone.”

His neighbour turned to look at you. “Congratulations, by the way. I didn’t know you were seeing someone. Must have been serious if you two moved in together. How long has it been since she moved in? Six months?”

“Seven.”

He knew he should have corrected her, you weren’t his girlfriend, but it felt good. It was just a harmless little lie.

“Does she make you happy?”

“I’m the happiest man on earth,” he replied with a bright smile, then slid his sunglasses back on his face.

His neighbour chuckled quietly. “I can see that!”

When you returned to your seat, his neighbour was gone. You hummed to yourself as you settled into your seat, big droplets of water running down your body. Bucky tilted his head down and peered at you over the top of his sunglasses.

“Where did you get that popsicle?”

“Jealous?” You licked your treat without looking at him. “The kids’ mom gave me one as a thank you for looking after her kids.”

“That looks good.”

“So good.”

“Mind sharing it with me?”

You pursed your lips thoughtfully, then held out your popsicle. As Bucky leaned closer, you pulled it away and jumped to your feet. The look he gave you was one of pure betrayal.

“Oh, angel, you should have never done that.”

He grinned to himself when he saw a shiver run through you. When he stood up, you took a step back. He strutted toward you, his grin predatory. The floor was slippery so you couldn’t go very far.

“Are you ready to share now?”

“No!”  

The popsicle melted down your hand, creating a mess. You turned your arm and licked the drops of popsicle juice from the inside of your wrist. It distracted you long enough for Bucky to wrap his arm around your waist, pulling you against him. You squealed and grabbed him around the neck to keep from falling while also trying not to smush the popsicle against his chest.

You waved the treat in front of his face and he tried to bite off the tip of your popsicle. It made you laugh, your body sagging against him. His face was close to yours. He was so close he could smell the artificial orange scent of your popsicle.

Your laughter died down and your breath caught in your throat when you saw the way he was looking at you. Without thinking, he went for it. He felt your fingers flex against his skin, urging him closer.

His lips were barely a breath away from yours when one of the kids repeatedly slapped your thigh, obviously oblivious to what the two grownups were about to do.

“Come back! We haven’t finished the game,” the kid whined. “Come on!”

Reluctantly, you let go of Bucky and took a step back. Your exhale came out shaky, and in your almost-kiss-induced trance you handed him the popsicle without saying anything before you followed the kid.

You turned back to look at him, one hand sprawled across your stomach, the other across your chest. He knew you were feeling it too: the butterflies, the racing heartbeat, that pleasant heat going through your body.

The difference between like and love.

A week later, he came home to an empty apartment. He climbed the stairs to your studio but you weren’t there. Instead, he found a canvas stretched out smooth and tight on the floor, and several bowls of paint arranged in a semi-circle around it.

He knew you were home, you wouldn’t leave without your phone or bag. Out of curiosity, he went up on the roof and let out a relieved breath when he found you.

You were sitting on the edge of the rooftop with your knees up to your chin and your arms wrapped loosely around your shins. You looked so beautiful in the golden hue of the setting sun.

He stood there, watching you as if he was looking at a painting in a museum. Entranced. You hadn’t noticed him yet, and a quick glance around the roof told him you were alone.  

Slowly, he made his way to you and took in your appearance: a short sleeve white shirt and a pair of denim overalls. The shirt was surprisingly spotless but the overalls were covered in dried paint splatters of different colours.

“I looked everywhere for you,” he spoke softly, trying not to disturb you.

“Did you?”

You straightened up a little but kept your eyes trained on the horizon. Bucky sat close to your feet and let his hand slip under the hem of your jeans to close around your ankle. A sigh slipped past your lips, and he let his fingertips linger for a moment on your smooth skin.

He knew you had a meeting today, and judging by the resigned look on your face, it didn’t go well.

“What’s on your mind, angel?” he said, caressing the top of your foot.

“I was thinking about the night we met. God, I was so nervous,” you said, laughing softly. “I told you that agreeing to meet you was like choosing between a pack of wolves and jumping off a cliff.”

“I remember,” he chuckled.

“I never told you how glad I am that I jumped off that cliff,” you said. “I’d never jumped head first into something, not knowing what was going to happen. Now I think I’m addicted to it. Before I met you, I was living for others. Everything single decision was thoroughly analysed. There was no mystery, fun, or impulsiveness. I put my entire life on hold, and now I see that I can’t do that anymore.”

“What are you going to do?”

You paused, searching for the right words. “I don’t know if I want to turn my passion into a career. Painting is my safe-place, and right now it’s giving me so much anxiety. I haven’t had the inspiration to paint in weeks.” You looked at him and pressed your lips together tightly. “And, if I don’t want to become a full time artist, then I guess our deal is off.”

Bucky stared at you, mouth agape. He really hadn’t seen it coming.

“Please, don’t be angry,” you pleaded. “I don’t want to stop seeing you. When he didn’t answer, you leaned forward and touched his face.

“I could never be angry with you, angel,” he said, kissing the inside of your palm. “I understand, and I’ll help you however I can.”

“I’m not sure yet. I’m still thinking about it.” You looked away from him and stared at the sky. “Do you know that feeling when you stand in a high place and you think about jumping? You don’t want to jump and you don’t do it, but there’s that urge.”

“I think I do.”

“It’s called ‘call of the void’. People say that it’s an affirmation of our will to live. That knowing we’re going to die one day makes us appreciate life even more.” You looked at him. “I want to jump but I can’t. I’m scared.” You lowered your voice. “I don’t want to ruin what we have.”

“You’re scaring me a little. You can’t talk about jumping when we’re sitting on the edge of the roof.”

You chuckled under your breath. “It’s a metaphor.”

“Let’s go home. We’ll make dinner together, put on some music and pretend we’re in a movie.” He got to his feet and held out his hand to you. “Please.”

You took his hand and let him lead you to the staircase.

Once you were inside the apartment, he removed his shoes and you removed yours. Silence settled between the two of you as you entered the kitchen. Bucky moved behind the counter while you stood close to the dining table.

When he chanced a glance at you, he saw you staring into nothing while you played with the charm on your necklace, rolling it back and forth on its chain. You often did that when you were daydreaming.

Bucky walked over to you and placed his hand on top of yours, halting your movements. You let go of the pendant and held his hand instead. He ran his thumb soothingly over your fingers.

“Tell me what you’re thinking,” he spoke softly.

“If I say it, it’s going to change everything.”

He pressed your joined hands against his chest, over his heart. “No, it’ll make it real.”

He let go of your hand and cupped the side of your face. You leaned closer until you were only inches apart. His thumb traced your cheekbone, then moved to trace the outline of your bottom lip.

He let you come to him, let you take that first step, and when your lips brushed against his, he closed his eyes and sighed. He kissed your parted lips; once, twice, three times, tiny little kisses against your trembling lips.

His kiss grew bolder, turning into something so intimate, so passionate and intense that tears gathered in his eyes. He pressed his mouth more firmly against yours, his large hand still cupping the side of your face. His bad shoulder jutted forward as if his missing arm wanted to touch you.

He let out a groan, frustrated that he only had one hand to finally explore your skin. Sensing his inner turmoil, you held onto his bad shoulder and pulled him against you.

His tongue swept into your mouth, moving in a slow and deliberate rhythm. A growl escaped him and he deepened the kiss, tasting, sliding, retreating and entering again. He poured everything he had into the kiss.

“Bucky,” you moaned after your broke the kiss, breathless.

Hearing his name fall from your lips, your voice hoarse with desire, sparked something inside him. He swiped his thumb over your bottom lip, feeling the softness and collecting the moisture that had gathered there.

“You’re so beautiful,” he said, looking positively entranced. “My pretty angel.”

You pulled him in for another kiss and wrapped your arms around his neck, your slightly cold hands felt amazing against his heated skin. He pressed himself against you, letting you feel the rise and fall of his chest, the desperation in the jerky thrust of his hips.

He needed more but he wasn’t going to force you into anything. He was more than happy to stand here and kiss you for hours. He cupped the back of your neck and rubbed the sensitive skin behind your ear with his thumb.

“I’m yours,” he spoke against your lips, his eyes screwed shut.  

You pulled back to look him in the eye, searching his face. He opened his eyes and you saw nothing but honesty in the depth of his eyes.

You untangled yourself from him and took his hand. Slowly, you took a step back, then another, his hand still in yours. His eyebrows lifted slightly when you bit your bottom lip and gave him a coy look.

He nearly growled again, the wolf inside him eager to touch you, feel you, claim you. He stood taller, his chest puffed out and breathing fast.

You led him up the stairs to the second floor and turned on the light in the corridor. You slowly made your way down the corridor with him behind you.

But instead of turning left towards his bedroom, you turned right into your studio, and it changed everything. Your studio was your sanctuary, your safe place, and knowing that you were about to bare your soul and body to him tamed his inner wolf.

You hesitated at the threshold of the room and glanced over your shoulder to look at him. Bucky squeezed your hand to encourage you.

“I bought some body paint on my way home,” you said, letting go of his hand to step into the room. “I wanted to try something different, something more personal. I wanted to use my body to express my emotions, to create something raw and messy. My interpretation of somatic art therapy.”

You moved around the darkened room; bent down to adjust the canvas on the floor and made sure the bowls of paint were still full.

“I sat there and thought of my mom and Pietro,” you continued, barefoot on the canvas. “I only feel sadness and anger, and I don’t want to create something that makes me feel sad. And I realized the only thing that keeps me inspired is hope.”

Turning to face him, you held your hand out, palm up, and his eyes widened at your silent request. Without thinking twice, he joined you on the canvas. It was both soft and scratchy under his feet.

Bucky watched as you unbuckled the right strap of your overalls and slipped the second strap off your shoulder. You tugged your jeans down your legs and tossed them aside, leaving you in your underwear and white shirt.

Swallowing thickly, Bucky let his eyes travel up and down your body. He had seen you in your bathing suit before but this was different. Then he reached behind his neck and pulled his shirt over his head, baring his strong chest, hard abdomen and marred skin.

The room was dark; the pastel sky, visible from your studio thanks to the floor-to-ceiling windows in the living room, didn’t provide much light. The light was still on in the corridor, casting a faint golden glow over the room.

You took a step forward to examine his scars more carefully and Bucky took that opportunity to kiss you again, slowly, intimately. He peppered kisses along your jaw and down your neck, then went down on his knees in front of you and continued his journey down your body, pressing soft kisses to your stomach.

He accidentally knocked over two bowls of paint; the dark colours spilled out onto the canvas, chasing each other. His kisses made you light up with desire, your moans music to his ears as your hands came down on the back of his head.

When it all became too much, you gently pushed him into a lying position and helped him out of his jeans. His belt buckle made a faint clink when you pulled it open, and Bucky swore out loud when you planted a wet open-mouthed kiss right below his navel.

In the back of his mind, he knew he wasn’t going to survive the night. He let his head fall back against the canvas and closed his eyes shut. Your talented mouth sent sharp jolts of pleasure through him, making it difficult to breathe.

He could feel the paint stick to his back, creating the shape of his upper body on the canvas. It was strangely exciting.

He moaned, arching his back, and slammed his fist down on the canvas. His fist landed in one of the bowls of paint. It splashed paint everywhere. He looked down at you and saw tiny flecks of paint splayed like freckles on one side of your face.

It made you both giggle. As he pushed himself up into a sitting position, Bucky left a print of his forearm on the canvas. You climbed into his lap, straddling him, then removed your shirt and bra. You wrapped your legs around him, one hand on his upper arm, the other hugging his neck.

Bucky was sitting on the canvas with his legs outstretched and slightly bent at the knees. He held you against his chest, rocking back and forth, his arm around the small of your back. You sighed together, sharing the same breath.

“You have the prettiest nose.” You let your index finger run down the length of his nose, your finger wet with paint. “So pretty.”

Laughing softly, he brushed his nose against yours and kissed you. He changed the angle of his thrusts, catching you by surprise.

“Does that feel good, angel?” he asked, lightly biting your jaw. You answered with a short cry. “Look at me.” You slowly opened your eyes, your movements faltered a little. “You’re so beautiful like this. You drive me crazy, y’know that?”

“Bucky,” you cried out.

He felt you shiver when he moved his hand from your back to your face. He cupped the side of your face and you immediately pressed yourself closer to him, craving the warmth of his touch.

He stopped your movements and looked you in the eye. “I’d do anything for you. Anything. You’re my one and only.”

He laid you down as gently and safely as he could, and once you were lying flat on your back, he sprawled between your thighs. He supported his weight on his forearm, careful not to crush you. Your hands slid up his sides, and as your thumb traced over his ribcage, a violent shiver went through his body.

He had never seen anything more beautiful than watching you come apart; your eyebrows furrowed, your lips parted in a silent ‘o’, the way your body shook in little spams. Absolutely stunning.

Exhausted, he collapsed on top of you and hid his face in the crook of your neck. You wrapped your arms around him and slowly caressed his back.

After he kissed his way down the side of your neck, he straightened himself up into a kneeling position and looked down at you. Your naked body was on display, covered in paint and glistening under the moonlight. He wished he could take a picture, immortalize this memory.

*

He helped you up, and after another passionate kiss he led you to his bathroom, the two of you leaving colourful footprints all over the clean floor.

The bathroom's bright fluorescent light was harsh and unforgiving as you looked at each other in the mirror. Yet you were both glowing, streaks and dots of paint covering your bodies. Bucky turned on the water and waited for it to get hot.

He wrapped his arm around you from behind and rested his chin on your shoulder. “We look like we blew up a rainbow,” he said, smiling wide when it made you chuckle.

In the shower, you took turns washing each other, laughing and kissing until the water turned cold. You pushed his hair out of his eyes and smiled sweetly at him.

“We’re going to catch a cold if we stay here.”

“Mhh,” he replied, kissing your temple. “You’re right. There are clean towels on the shelf. Go, I’ll be right behind you, I still need to take care of my scar.”

“Can I help you?”

Asking for help wasn’t something he was comfortable with, especially after years of being babied by his ex-girlfriend, friends and family. After his accident, he couldn’t do anything on his own. He had to rely on others and it made him feel like a burden, like he was incapable of taking care of himself.

He knew it was all in his head but he couldn’t help it.

“It’s not exactly sexy,” he said.

“I don’t care. I want to help. Tell me what to do and I’ll do it.”

Patiently he guided you step by step through the process of cleaning his stump. You inspected his skin thoroughly, looking for irritation or any signs of infection, then washed it with a mild soap.

He had to admit that watching the woman he loved take such good care of his scar made his stomach fill with butterflies. You looked so focused, so attentive, that he could help but smile and try to kiss you.

“Bucky,” you complained, turning your head away, avoiding his kiss. “This is serious business, stop fooling around.”

He almost said it. I love you. But something was holding him back. He didn’t know what would happen next and it scared him. He didn’t want this to be a one-time thing, but he also realized that things were moving too fast.

“Okay, now you’re shivering,” he said, holding you close, trying to share his body heat with you. “Let’s get out of here.”

He wrapped you in a fluffy bathrobe and patted you dry. Then you carefully dried his scar and applied corticosteroid cream to his shoulder, massaging it gently into his skin. He slipped on his robe and you loosely tied the belt at his waist.

“We should talk about what just happened,” you said, playing with the belt. “What does it mean? What are we going to do? Can we-mph”

He cut you off with a kiss, long and hard and filled with passion. You smiled against his lips and finally pulled away.

“Is that how you’re going to shut me up from now on?” you asked with a grin.

“We’ll talk,” he said, pressing his forehead against yours. “But not tonight.”

“When then?”

“Tomorrow, I promise.”

You looked down at your hands on his belt and nodded. He tilted your head up and lowered his mouth to yours.

“Don’t avoid me tomorrow. Please.”

Your words felt like a knife in his heart, and it left him momentarily speechless. He took one of your hands and pressed it against his heart. “No matter what we decide to do, you’re my angel and I’m yours.”

You shared a long, silent hug before you both decided to call it a night. Once he saw the footprints in the corridor, Bucky felt the urge to clean them. He tried to resist but he knew if he didn't clean he wouldn't be able to sleep.

You understood –you always understood. That’s why he felt so comfortable with you.

Once it was clean, he joined you in the kitchen and made you breakfast for dinner, opening the cupboard and pulling out a couple boxes of cereal you didn’t even know he had.

He told you that he was keeping them for a special occasion. He remembered you telling him that it was your favourite meal as a kid, watching TV with your siblings every Sunday night, eating cereals.

“I can’t believe you remembered that,” you said, tears in your eyes.

The two of you sat on your bed, sharing random thoughts and spoonfuls of cereal. You giggled as milk dribbled down his chin and stained his robe. You wiped at the spot on his chin with your thumb and gave him a chaste kiss.

Your lips tasted sweet. Bucky pulled you in for another kiss, discarding the dirty dishes on your bedside table. You helped each other undress, then slid under the covers where you laid your head on Bucky’s chest.

“Bucky,” your voice cut through the quiet. “Do you mind-”

“Don’t worry, my angel, I’ll wait until you fall asleep.”

“Thank you.”

Part 12

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richie and comforting you when you’re crying

1k sleepover.

richie tozier - comforting.

588 words

a/n - i’m sorry this is shit, i haven’t written for richie in a while and tried to get back into the groove of it. also sorry the sleepover stuff is taking a while, i’m slowly but surely getting through them. anyways enjoy.

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he found her sat on the edge of the cliff at the quarry.

he didn’t know how long she had been there for, but the sun was going down and it seemed like she had been there for a while. her shoulders were slumped, her head hung low. usually she was energetic - even challenging his energy, which was practically impossible. he’d never seen her so low before. he didn’t think it was even possible for her to be so down.

richie shuffled closer towards her until he was stood at her side, looking down at her. y/n glanced up at him before she sighed and looked back out at the water without saying anything. he could tell by her red eyes that she had been crying.

“are you okay?” he forced himself to ask after a moment. if there was anything that he wasn’t good at - and he was practically good at everything, he was richie tozier for christ’s sake - it was comforting someone. that was ben’s department, or beverly’s. not his.

“no i’m not fucking okay,” y/n snapped with a sniffle, glaring up at him. “i just found out there’s this huge fucking killer clown out to kill us, richie. i’m pretty freaked out, actually.”

richie blinked, not sure what to say. he wasn’t really okay either, he was freaked out too. which made it even harder to try and comfort her.

he fumbled over his words for a moment as he tried to figure out what to say, before he just sighed and sat down on the floor beside her. she didn’t look at him again, so he stared at her for a moment before he slowly eased his arm around her. he expected her to smack him away or actually break his arm, so he was surprised when she just sighed and leaned into him.

fuck. where did he go from there? literally everyone but her knew that he had a certain fondness for her - even though he denied it the whole group teased him about it relentlessly. and now that he finally got the chance to hold her, he didn’t know what the fuck to do.

his hand froze at her back for a few seconds as his brain went into overload, before he settled with gently rubbing her arm with his palm. again she didn’t complain, so he settled into the continuous motion as he glanced back out at the water again.

“it’ll be okay,” he tried to reassure her, blinking a few times as the sunlight shone across the water into his eyes. “we’ll be okay. absolutely nothing’s going to be able to hurt me, i’m like practically invincible. you’ll just have to stick with me.”

he braced himself for a nudge to his ribs and for her to tell him that he was being stupid, but instead he heard her giggle quietly against him and he smiled. not that he’d admit it to anybody, but he liked hearing her laugh. which is why it was so great that most of the time he was the one who caused it. he always got smug about that.

“i guess so,” she mused with a smile, before he felt her head drop to rest against his shoulder. instead of stiffening up that time he relaxed slightly, and held her a little closer to himself. “thank you, rich.”

“no problem.” richie mumbled, looking back up towards the water as he couldn’t keep back the fond smile and blush that rose to his features.

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doubt comes in

orpheus!bucky barnes x fem!eurydice!reader

summary: a retelling of orpheus and eurydice for an extremely late entry for a mythology challenge!!

warnings: uh- yeah i was not playing with this myth lol… fluffy beginning, uh, that’s all imma say about that and ALSO i haven’t edited this so haha, i am running on fumes but had to post this jeez 

word count: 11.3k good god

There were gods that were unexplainably strong. There were some that could bend fire and metal to their will, some that could string up love and cast it upon others, and others that knew more of war and how to win more than they even knew themselves. Others were the faces of glory, like Zeus and Hera and the sun god Apollo and so many others. There were many that were worshipped by humans every day of every week, and others that were forgotten until they were desperately needed. There were some that lived immortal lives and demanded respect from humans and gods alike, and then there were the ones invested in their art, in themselves, in the beauty of life itself.

That was Bucky. He was so immersed in song, in the gift that he had inherited from his mother, Calliope, that it was all he could think about. It was what made him different, it was what made him stand out from the boys that he grew up with that were just plain old strong. He had a talent, he had a mother that was a myth and a legend alike, and he had a lyre. He had a lyre, a lute, his voice, and a bit of speed, and that was all that he would ever need in life. That, and a pretty landscape to look at while he strummed his golden strings. But that was all he ever thought he would need- which was why he was knocked right off of his planted feet when he saw you walk by.

You were a human. You were a beautiful girl, probably the most beautiful being he had ever seen in his entire life. He had met goddesses and nymphs and princesses alike, but never had he met someone who had such a sweet face, such a gentle aura, and even more, a beautiful voice. You had only said a few words to someone else that were delivered with a gentle smile, but he could have sworn that your words were a melody. Before he knew it, your entire being was stamped into his mind, and he knew that he would never be able to forget you.

It was by complete chance that the next day, he decided to wallow in his sadness by a fountain in public, strumming his lyre too quietly for anyone else to hear. Anyone who knew him knew that he was devastatingly off. And coincidentally, the only ones who truly did know Bucky were Steve and Sam, two forest nymphs that had been his best friends since he taught them the ways of the lute years and years ago. They were sitting by him in silence on the marbled fountain, waiting next to him for the second shoe that they doubted would ever drop. But then, like Bucky was a sunflower following the sun itself, his back straightened, his head perked up, and his mouth dropped, his eyes wide and swirling with admiration as he watched you- the same human woman he was enamoured with- walk through the square again, a woven basket full of fresh fruits on your arm and your lilac dress swishing in the wind.

“No way,” he heard Sam mutter, and Steve poked his side.

“You were always such a doubter,” Steve mumbled, but the smile on his face was audible through his tone. “There she is, in the flesh.”

Bucky could hardly hear anything but the soft melody stirring up in his mind, louder than his racing heart, and just as tender as the feelings swirling inside of him. He saw you wave to the older woman you were talking to and then start to walk away, and he knew that he couldn’t let you go, not when the Fates so obviously gave him a second chance. Without a second thought, he slid off of the fountain, leaving his friends and his lyre, striding towards you with the brightest smile, trying to cover the fact that he was nervous.

His clumsy feet were carrying him a little too quickly, and he could hear the snickers of Steve and Sam from behind him. He craned his head backwards to look at them and laugh too, but he tripped over his own left foot, barreling right into you and knocking you flat onto the ground. His half immortal heart beat heavy and hard in his chest as he watched you wince under him. He scrambled up, cheeks flushed and hand shaking as he watched you sit up and brush the dirt off of your dress. He was looking down at you with a look that he prayed wasn’t as desperate as he felt. But he had to know you.

“I’m Orpheus,” he started, and when you turned your bright eyes to him with your brows furrowed, he shook his head like he was trying to get water from his hair. “No, I meant that I was sorry- I’m so sorry. For knocking you over, miss.” He extended his hand to you again, and he swore that he saw your lips quirk up a bit at him. You took his hand and stood up, brushing the fabric of your dress once again. He caught a trail of your scent, and he was immediately overtaken by the scent of fresh flowers and lavender.

That was when he really got a good look at you for the first time. The first time he saw you had been brief. You weren’t even looking anywhere near his way, and he only caught a look at your stunning side profile before you walked away. His vision had been practically blurred from excitement while he walked up to you, and he was so embarrassed about crashing into you that he was subtly trying not to look in your eyes. But… damn, he had been missing out.

He swore that time stopped. His own heart stopped beating, even the sluggish beat leaving for a few moments. The noises from the town square were so dull that they seemed muted. The stares of Steve and Sam felt so far off that he didn’t even notice them. All he knew was that he was utterly entranced by you, and for a second, he could have sworn that by the look in your eyes, you felt the same way. But like the blaring of an alarm, something knocked you both out of it, putting you in the present, with present problems.

“Oh, the fruits,” you muttered, looking at the peaches and apples that tumbled right out of your basket, bending over quickly to collect them despite the fact that they had gotten bruised. Bucky’s heart jumped to his throat with guilt when he realized he had ruined the fruit you had either picked or paid for, and then he was rushing to get them even faster, praying to the gods that you didn’t automatically hate him.

After looking into your eyes, he doubted he could live with himself if you even so much as disliked him. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to, I don’t have the best footing,” he apologized again, gently placing the fruits back into your basket.

“It’s okay,” you said, and your eyes trailed behind him to look at his friends that were howling with laughter, holding onto each other. He saw your displeasure, and his heart dropped when he understood that you probably thought they had sent him over just to mess with you. Your eyes whipped back to Bucky, and he blushed something fierce. He felt his cheeks warm up under your scrutiny, and then there was a smile creeping back onto your face. “I'm Eurydice.”

Oh, Gods. Eurydice. He swore that he had never heard something so beautiful in his life. He had grown up with the Muses, even had a mother as one, and was surrounded by music and poetry and epics every second of his childhood. Music was imprinted in his mind, every note embedded in his everyday life, yet still it was the most beautiful- “But I go by Y/N.” No. Eurydice was now second. But your name, the one he knew you had chosen for yourself, was the most beautiful thing that life had ever offered him to hear.

His brain was going many miles a minute, as quick as Hermes on a mission, but all he could do in the end was blink and offer his true name first, like politeness called for. “I’m Orpheus,” he extended his arm again to you, and you shook it twice. Your hand was soft, so soft that he didn’t want to let go of it. He would never forget the feeling of your hand in his, and the way he swore that the nerves under his skin were alight with the gentlest and sweetest of fires. “You can call me Eurydic- I mean, Bucky. I’m Bucky.”

You could both hear the laughter coming from Bucky’s friends, and while you were cracking a small smile, Bucky was dying on the inside. “You like to be called by other people's names?”

“I wouldn't mind being called by yours,” he blurted softly, his words coming out as a quick and uncalculated slur. He blinked abruptly when he realized that he was truly having the worst first introduction he had ever had in his life, and it was the one that somehow meant the most to him. “I- only because Eurydice is such a pretty- so is Y/N- I… I’m sorry.” He shook his head, knowing that he was so close to just having to walk away. Instead of embarrassing himself further, he just gave you a short smile and waved, turning on his heel.

“I’m Orpheus, then. Maybe Bucky, too.” He slowly turned back around, a shocked look on his face. Had you really spoken to him again with your own free will?

Bucky knew that he wasn’t ugly. No god or demigod was ever ugly, other than poor Hephaestus. He knew that he had his own sort of charm and that he could bring the roughest of people to tears and the saddest of people to joy with his music, but he didn’t know anything else. He had three redeeming qualities that swirled in his head constantly- he was pretty, he had music, and he had a famous mother.

“Are you a singer?”

“Huh?” So much for eloquence.

You bit your lip. “You speak… you speak like you have a song in your heart. Are you a singer?”

He was stumped. Most knew at least of his music if nothing else. He was the most famed god or man to ever strum a lute besides maybe Apollo. Most knew nothing of his personality and nothing about him other than the fact that he was born to play and sing, and you didn’t? Where had you been living? “Well, I’m Orpheus.”

There was a grin on your face, and Bucky knew that he never wanted to see anything other than that for the rest of his life. “And that makes you a singer?”

He opened his mouth again, ready to talk about who he was born from and where he learned to play and who taught him, but when he looked deeper and saw the spark of mischief in your eyes, he leaned back and held back a small smile of his own. His heart fluttered and grew two sizes. “You know who I am, don’t you?”

“Maybe I don’t,” you said, obvious teasing in your voice, and somehow it still stayed kind. “Maybe I do, and just wanted a free song out of you.”

She knows me, he thought, and his heart may as well have let out a lovesick sigh from within the confines of his chest. She has never heard me sing before, but she will. I’ll sing her a thousand songs.

“I’ll sing you all the songs you desire if you marry me,” he blurted, and while his mind was scolding him for uttering those words so quickly, his heart was steady on beating and so sure of itself that he told his mind off.

To his subtle surprise, you didn’t look shocked. You weren’t disgusted by his rather bold approach and most importantly, you weren’t laughing at him. He held onto your silence in limbo, waiting for you to say something that would either crush him to bits or send his soul rising so high that he reached the cloudy gates of Olympus.

“If you can make me a song that can make the skies open up and weep without singing a word, then I’ll marry you.”

His heart soared. His hands shook. He could have sworn that even his toes clenched. But all you could see were his wide, boyish eyes, and the hopeful look that dawned across his face. He nodded quickly. “I’ll do anything.”

He saw your lips pull up into a smile, genuine and even a little shy, and he couldn’t help but want to step closer. But he knew he had already been up front and abrupt, and the last thing he wanted to do was scare you away.

“Okay,” you said, nodding your own head slowly. “I’ll see you soon, then, Bucky.” You took a step back, eyes still connected to his blue ones until you finally turned around and walked away with the same basket on your arm, same dress swaying with the tuneless song of the wind.

The three of them stood in silence, watching you walk away, taking pieces of Bucky’s heart with you in your cradled arms. The bustling of the town was loud, moving about like nothing of significance had happened right where they were all standing, and Bucky found it nothing short of insane. Did no one else just see how the world stopped turning for that one girl? How the Fates put a pause on the clock just so that they could meet?

Steve’s voice brought him out of it. “Did you just ask for her hand in marriage?”

He didn’t even have the energy to shrug. All the swirled in his mind was love, passion, music, and you. You, you, you. “I had to.”

“How will you even find her again?” Steve asked, his logic once again being the only thing that held Bucky down to the ground.

“I know the work of Eros when I see it,” Sam said to Steve, shaking his head somewhat fondly at the pale boy with brunette hair who was still staring off in the direction you left in, like you would miraculously appear again. “They’ll find each other again soon enough.”

The hours went by and then the daylight turned into night and back to day again, and Sam’s words couldn’t have been truer. Your spirit and your face and your voice found Bucky with every few seconds that passed by. He couldn’t blink without seeing you. He couldn’t listen to anyone without hearing you. He couldn’t breathe without smelling your beautiful scent. Everything tasted bland, looked plain, and sounded like white noise after he met you. He knew that until his last (and unlikely) breath, his heart would ache for nothing more than to be yours. He wanted his ring to be on your finger, and yours to be on his.

So he began to make a song.

§§§

He worked tirelessly. The hours below the sun that used to be spent laughing and playing with Steve and Sam were exchanged for hours of composing. His normally perfect posture was hunched over as he tried to find the melody that had stirred in his heart when he first saw you- because he knew that was it.

By the end of twelve days of pure struggling, most of the song was finished. He was a fast worker, so fast that it made everyone else’s heads spin, but he felt it was going too slowly. But then again, he was fast at everything. The melody was as stuck with him as his skin was to his body. He was sure that it would never leave him, even if he wrote a thousand more songs. And part of him never wanted it to go, because it was so you.

He had only held one conversation with you, and it wasn’t long enough, but he felt like he had known you for years. He felt like he had sung to you hundreds of times and danced with you a hundred times more. Your soul felt so familiar yet so foreign that he had to chase after you, and had to discover anything that he could have missed. He knew that you were his destiny, and he had a feeling that you knew he was yours.

The song he was writing wasn’t sad, but it brought tears to his eyes all the same. It wasn’t about longing or loss or chasing after something that would never come to you, but it made Steve and Sam wipe their eyes all the same. It was about your beauty, your inherent wit and kindness, and the way that you set his soul free from chains he didn’t even know of. It was about a love he had never dreamed of finding or even thought to be true, and that was enough to make the three of them weep.

“I think it’s finished, Buck.” This came from Steve after he wiped his eyes again, sitting through the full song again even though his heart aches for a love he had never felt before. “Sam thought it was done days ago.”

Sam had left the two of them alone days ago, claiming that he couldn’t stand to hear the melody and cry each time, claiming that it was beautiful but too much. It made sense. Even Bucky himself was starting to feel the effects of it. But Steve was a stubborn thing, and he would sit through it for as long as Bucky would play it.

“You think it’s enough to make the skies open and cry?” Bucky breathed out, loosely quoting the words he had heard from you not too long ago.

“Even if it’s not, it will surely win her over,” Steve said. “She was already wooed by you, you’re a fool not to see it. She was excited enough that you even agreed to make the song in the first place, anyway.”

Bucky sat there for a few minutes as his fingers tingled, expecting to be used again to pluck the magnificent strings. But he set his instrument down on the log he sat on, sighing and placing a hand under his chin, his thoughts trailing over to you for the thousandth time. “I hope she accepts it.”

Steve just looked at him. “I think that if you came empty handed and told her half of the words you tell me and Sam, she’d follow you anywhere.”

Steve was right. Steve had to have been right, or he was going to wilt right in front of you. He had to be. The brunet nodded, biting his pink lip before opening his mouth again. “Where do you think I’ll find her?”

§§§

It didn’t take long to find you at all. Bucky went to find you alone, finding you because something inside of him told him to search the flowering fields nearby, and there you were. There was a hat made of straw over your head to cover your eyes and face from the sun, and you had the same basket on your arm that you had the other days. It was empty this time, and he had no doubt that you were looking at the flowers for fun before going to look for fruit. He couldn't help but smile fondly at you from across the field, and then he was gripping his lyre and taking a deep breath.

“Y/N,” he called out, his voice full of emotion instead of being the strong sound he wanted it to be. Nonetheless, it caught your attention, and then your pretty eyes were wide on him. Immediately, your feet turned in his direction and you made your way across the meadow, and he followed suit. He met you in the middle, so nervous that the grin that was deep inside of him wasn’t coming out at all.

You were both at a loss for words as you stood close to each other. His hands shook at his sides, aching to hold your hands in his. He wondered if they were as soft as your voice, or as smooth as the petals flowers you admired. “You came?”

He blinked. Of course he did. It was all he could think of doing. “My only regret is not coming sooner,” he admitted, and he watched you angle your eyes downwards, and he smiled at your shyness. “Would you like to hear it?”

Your eyes were connecting with his again, and he could have sworn that your smile could have put him in an early grave. He was momentarily stunned by you and your brightness, so stunned that he hardly even heard what you said. “Of course I would.”

“So then you’ll hear it,” he said softly, his heart and mind completely taken over by you in your presence. He fixed his lyre into position, his fingers already fixed into the correct spots as he began to play your song.

His eyes were shut as he strummed just as he had practiced thousands of times, but he knew it felt different. His body was buzzing with excitement and something else he couldn’t identify, but he loved it. It made him play stronger. His eyes shut even more as he felt the music, swaying side to side a bit as he felt his heart open up to you, finally content with you hearing the song.

He didn’t even realize that he was done until all he could hear was quiet sniffles. He pried his left eye open, almost too scared to look for your reaction, but when he saw that you were just looking up at him with watery eyes and a wobbly smile, he opened his other eye, ready to spring into action.

The only thought going through his mind was that it was impossible that you liked it. The way you were looking at him reminded him of the way people looked at sculptures of ancient monsters— a muted type of awe, but also a sense of discomfort. He brought you to tears, and not in the way he wanted to. He ruined it.

“I- was it bad?” He blurted out, and he cursed himself at ruining his own chance. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry you didn’t like it-”

“How long have you been playing that song?”

You were too beautiful. Too gentle. You were melting his brain into mush, and he doubted that he would be able to pick up his lyre for another round even if you begged him. “I… I just made it. For you, I made it with you in mind.”

Your facial expression didn’t change. “Where’s the ring?”

He blinked. “I’m sorry?”

“The rings we’re going to wear when we wed,” you said, almost teasing. “Do you have them?”

His eyes widened. “You want to marry me?” He asked, leaning forward a bit in shock. “The sky didn’t- the rain never came.”

“I cried,” you said, a small smile on your face. You still hadn’t wiped your tears, and he watched them frozen on your face, stuck in time. “I didn’t expect the work of the gods. I just wanted you to play for me.”

He was bewildered. He had half of the mind to ask you if you truly meant it again, but he took his excitement and ran with it. “And you… you feel this too?”

You took his right hand into yours, and he swore that his souls ascended to the gates of Olympus and waltzed right in. “I felt it the second I saw you, Bucky.”

He blushed something fierce before looking down at the ground, shame overtaking his sheer admiration for you. “There’s something I should tell you before you say you want to be with me.”

“Tell me anything,” you encouraged softly, one of your hands coming up to brush his warm cheek.

“I don’t have much.”

And he didn’t. He had Sam and Steve and a nomadic lifestyle. He never stayed in the same place for long, and he didn’t have a roof over his head. He didn’t need one. Rain and wind and fire didn’t bother him. He preferred to live under the canopy of trees and the protection of nature. But he knew humans didn’t. He knew humans— especially women— liked when their partners brought things to the table, and he had nothing but strings and whistles. He had nothing materialistic. He had no gems, no coins, no house, and fancy clothes— nothing money could buy. But he looked at you and saw that you deserved it all, and even more he saw that he had no way to even provide it for you.

“I live in many different places, I don’t have a home. I don’t have money. I don’t have… I can’t buy you dresses or shoes or any of the stuff you would probably like… and I’m sorry. I know that will probably change everything, but I just wanted you to know.”

You took a step forward, strong and secure, and then your chin was tilted upwards. “Like I said, where are the rings?”

Bucky grinned.

§§§

The day of your wedding was blessed by the gods, whether they admitted it or not. You married each other in the meadow Bucky found you in with a small crowd of people, and when you kissed as man and wife, peace washed over the both of you, and it felt like your marriage had been approved by all far and wide. The kiss that you shared to make the wedding official was short and sweet and full of the most innocent of passion, and he felt so adored by the soft touch of your lips that he felt a singular tear cross the terrain of his pale face for the first time in years.

He didn’t even deny it.

He didn’t deny the way that you danced together was perfect. He had never guided you, had hardly even danced with another woman, but it was perfect. It was like he had practiced with you before a hundred times, and the feel of your hands in his was what kept him sane. He was convinced that you could do anything new with him and it would feel like you had done it before, just because you were so familiar to him as a whole.

He had known you for what felt like seconds in the grand scheme of things, but you knew him inside out and he knew you better than he knew himself. He could find you in the dark, you could identify him with just a whisper of his voice, and he could fall in love with you over and over without even touching you. He would perform the Sisyphean task of falling in love with you over and over again if it meant that he could be next to you.

And luckily, it turned out that you didn’t need the things that Bucky was sure you were going to. He got you a small house just for the two of you to come back to, and he still roamed around in the area. Steve and Sam would walk off and come back weeks later, just like they used to when it was the three of them together. And there would Bucky be, at the house he made possible for you, and happier than ever.

Bucky lived an extremely modest life with you, and he liked it. Farming and getting water from wells and working for the food that was on your tables, cutting wood to feed the flames in the pit in the middle of your main room. Life was somewhat repetitive, so repetitive that he was scared he would lose you to your wild imagination and beautiful, adventurous heart. But it had never been as fulfilling as it was with you.

The little things were what made his day. It was waking up with you at his side, tucked into his arms and still sleeping soundly while he made songs up in his head dedicated to you that made him smile. It was listening to you hum to yourself while you washed corn and peaches and squash in the buckets of water you had carried down the hill that served as your property. It was the way you would pull him out of a funk by taking his hand and leading him out of his chair, dancing to music that didn’t exist, or the way you would coax him to sing to the moon because you wanted a longer night. A longer night meant more time spent with each other.

When you woke up after your long nights, sometimes you would coax him out of bed for some daily challenge, a challenge that usually he would end up beating you at. Part of him believed that you just wanted him to show off, but you always said otherwise. You would challenge him in singing only to have him go first and not even sing, claiming you had already lost. You would tell him you wanted to race him to the stream and back, knowing that you would lose by a long shot. He could run circles around you if he hardly tried, and that was just in his godly blood. But there was never any jealousy, never any animosity, never any bitterness. It was all just sweet, it felt.

You were just so magical. It was so simple, the things that made him happy, but he knew that just one call from your soul to his was more than just communication. He craved it. He knew from the moment that he met you that his soul would always seek yours, even into the afterlife. He knew that every day with you would be as beautiful as you were on your wedding day, shining brighter than any gem or any star in the night sky. And none of it would ever change.

§§

Things changed. Just as the sun rose and set, so did time. It cranked on without a single hint of Bucky aging, and you were still as youthful as you were the three years prior. Life was still beautiful, and that was all that mattered.

You had traveled around the world with him, kissed in so many different cities with different kings and different cultures and different music. You had met so many different people, lived so many different lives, just to go back home and settle there. It was wonderful. He loved you, and you loved him. It was the kind of love that was never at risk of fading or thawing away. It was the kind of love that was only spurned on as the years crawled by, the days acting as twigs added to an already strong fire. It was such a beautiful thing that he had with you, and every day with you felt like one that was blessed by the gods themselves.

Until it didn’t.

Bucky had never felt fear in his heart like he did when he heard your scream travel across the meadow. He didn’t even put on his shoes before tearing off to find you, torn between begging you to make another sound so that he could hear you or pleading the gods to make the sound of your distress stop and never happen again. His chest rose and fell with the exertion, and he knew that he had never been so afraid in his life.

The scream was all that echoed in his mind when he ran through the woods, and as he stumbled upon fallen fruits and flowers that he just knew were yours. He realized he was at the end of a ravine almost too late, and when he looked down, following the steep curve of the slope with wary and partially-knowing eyes, he immediately doubled over.

There you were in all your fallen glory, legs bent unnaturally and neck twisted even worse. The light yellow of your dress was stained with brown and dark green, and in some places a deep red that made him sick to his stomach. Your eyes were looking up at the sky, staring right into the sun as it shone down on your figure, taunting him just like the breeze that began to make your dress look so lively.

Bucky fell to his knees right on the edge of the ravine, his heart not even lurching when he lost his balance. An arm reached out to you, like it was stuck in the moment before you fell and he could reach you. Tears were coming down his face slowly, steadily as he fought to get breaths in. He called your name.

He didn’t know how many times he called your name, or how far the sadness in it traveled. It must have been loud and long enough, because before he knew it, there were hands on his shoulders. They were warm and familiar and even the smallest bit comforting in that moment, but not enough. He wanted your hands.

“Let’s get away from the edge, Buck.” It was Steve’s voice, strong and gentle and the backbone of the situation. Bucky’s eyes pried open at the feeling of Steve’s sturdy hands pulling him backwards, and he retched in his mouth at the sight of your broken, soulless body at the bottom. He hadn’t even realized he had gotten so close to it himself.

“I’ll go down to…” Sam started, trailing off with a soft and distraught look on his face when he caught sight of Bucky again, and Steve nodded at him.

“Let’s get you up, Buck. Up and Washed off.” He hadn't even realized he was dirty at all. His hands were covered in dirt and under his fingernails were the same earthy brown he was used to. He had been pulling up grass from where he grieved without even noticing.

His sobs were so loud that they hurt Steve’s ears. His dragging steps were causing such a disturbance to the land around him that animals seemed to crane their necks at him and cast their glances his way, as if wondering how on earth a person could be that distressed. His mouth was moving, but it looked and sounded more like babbling and trembling as waterfalls came down the canvas of his pale skin.

“Buck, you have to calm down. You’re about to have an attack.”

He didn’t know if he meant heart attack or a panic attack, but it didn’t matter. All that mattered was that you were dead, all twisted up at the bottom of a ravine. Your soul had left the earth, left your body, and you were just laying there like you had never been alive. Like you had never held his hand, or kissed his cheek, or wore his ring or laughed or sang or read fine poetry while eating the fruits you had picked. Seeing you down there with your open and dim eyes felt like you had never lived at all.

“Keep walking with me, buddy. You’re going to be just fine.”

But he wasn’t. Every step he took away from you made bile come up in his throat. He wanted to be as far away from your lifeless body as possible, but he didn’t want to ever let you go. He wanted to hold you close to him until it felt like you were alive again. But as his heart beat seemed to freeze up but race like a horse all the same, he realized that you would never be alive again. You were only as alive as your last few moments, whether they were filled with the joy and freedom of having the wind on your face or the fear of falling. He could do nothing to change it.

But he would try to do everything.

§§

He spoke to everything and nothing. Steve and Sam would take turns coming to him after they celebrated your life. It reminded Bucky of the way that his mothers friends used to come watch him while his mother was off and away somewhere, and how it felt like they thought of him as a cute little burden. He knew deep down that his friends cared for him more than anything and that he cared about them just as much, but he couldn’t think about anything but you. He wouldn’t.

It was a service that made the skies open just like you said they would for his voice. The day lilies that surrounded you and Bucky seemed to be weeping with him. The wind came from east to west and west to east, spinning around and throwing in the scent of the flower with the smell of oncoming rain, reflecting the turmoil he was feeling on the inside. He could have sworn that the earth had trembled just like his hands that held your cold and still ones. But if the world had caved down under him at that moment, he wouldn’t have moved. He wouldn’t have opened his mouth to scream, or even say a word. He would have only held your hand tighter.

He spoke to the moon more often than he did Steve and Sam. They hovered, but it was the kind of hovering that Bucky felt he would appreciate sooner or later. He would sit every night and talk to the moon with his legs pulled into his chest, small and in such a vulnerable position that it would have made him feel uncomfortable at any other time. But he was vulnerable. He had been knocked off of his feet and winded. The world kicked him while he was down more times than he could count, and they had opened his chest and peeked right into his heart before seeing it was unworthy and walking away from him. It left him bleeding out in the forest while he listened to the birds eventually go on back to chirping, and watched the flowers push through and grow, and people laugh and smile and talk like nothing changed.

He was doing just that. He was lying in the flowering fields that he would always swear belonged to you, the both of you, when he heard soft footsteps. He didn’t care to look up. He knew it wasn’t Steve or Sam, but why would he care? He had nothing to be scared of now that you were gone.

“You’re Orpheus.” It wasn’t a question.

He didn’t even blink, but an annoyance he couldn’t shake bubbled up inside of him at hearing the name his mother granted him coming from a stranger. As much as he wanted complete silence, he couldn’t help but say- “Bu- sure. I’m Orpheus.”

“Everyone heard, you know.” The voice was of an old, frail woman. Bucky knew that without even looking, He ignored the fact that pity was strong in her voice, and that he knew exactly what she was talking about. He ignored the way he knew that she thought that she had the right to talk about his wife, about the way he had lost you far too soon. She knew nothing. But he let her speak. “I’m sorry.”

He didn’t say a word. He didn't even recognize words as an option. He would stay silent and wait until she left. Maybe if he was quiet enough or stared up at the sky in such a still manner that it scared her, she would leave him. If he pretended to be as dead as he felt, he was sure she would leave.

“There hasn’t been a good song since you’ve stopped playing.” He heard rustling, and then he dared to look off to the side to see the old woman struggling to sit, cane wobbling in her hand as she finally plopped her frail bones onto the ground near him. He sighed heavily and looked back up to the sky. “You know, you’ve gotta be the most moving musician to ever walk the earth, from both god and man.”

It was a compliment that would have had him blushing years ago. It would have had his young mind fumbling for his lute or lyre and clearing his godly voice, asking if she wanted to sing with him or just listen. Now, it incited nothing. It meant nothing. “I doubt I’ll ever play again.”

“You pleased god and man,” the old woman carried on, almost like she had never heard him open to speak with that raspy voice of his that was so uncharacteristic of him that it hurt to hear. “Anyone would have done anything to hear your music.”

He finally turned to the side to look the old woman in her face, and he blinked at her. “I’m grieving.”

“You could persuade anyone with seven strings and five notes, don’t you understand that?” Her voice was almost angry. It was hard and nearly pleading, so different from her previous tone that Bucky snapped his head her way. “If I were you, I would have been at Death’s gates.”

They were staring at each other. Bucky was looking at the decrepit woman with curly gray hair that looked like she had dodged a visit to the Gates of Death herself more than once with shocked eyes. His heart started to beat again, like her words were arousing some kind of vicious hope that he never even knew could exist.

“The gods blessed your union. They won’t ever say, but they did bless your marriage. What makes you think that if you beg, you won’t get a blessed reunion as well?”

She disappeared within seconds of her final words, leaving a revelation swirling around in his mind and haunting his every thought.

§§

His feet ached. His hands were beginning to blister from stroking the strings of his tired lyre, and his throat was even beginning to strain. He had been singing for hours, pouring his heart out at the hidden gates of the Underworld, begging for an audience. But above all the physical pain ranked the ache in his heart, the unbearable feeling of your death sitting on his shoulders and ripping him apart from the inside. His grief was destroying him.

Hades might as well have had ears plugged up with the same wax that was used by Odysseus and his men. Usually he went undisputed, because just as life was certain, so was death. There was no questioning the decision of it, or the Fates, or the rule of Hades and his acceptance of his dear Eurydice into his kingdom. Everyone was allowed to plead and beg, but no one ever went down to the gates of the Underworld to ask for the release of a loved one, whether they were man or god. But there he was, standing in dirtied pants with fingertips plucked pink, and tears running down his face.

He didn’t know if he would ever gain the strength to leave. He didn’t know what he would do if someone even bothered to humor him. He wasn’t going to be able to have you back. He was never going to be able to bring you back up above, have you under the sun and shining beautifully like you were born to do. What would he beg of them? For them to let him see that your soul ended up in the Asphodel Meadows? For them to let him hold you one last time before you drank from the Lethe and forgot everything that happened? What if you had already drank from it? Each thought made his stomach lurch more, and his music grew louder and more desperate, like the final battle cry of a warrior.

His back was up against a tree as he sang out again in the night, praying for someone to hear him and take pity on his poor soul. Strike me down and send me with her, if you cannot give me the gift of seeing her again. The same tears that had been steadily pouring down his face were gathered in a puddle at his unmoving feet, yet he didn’t mind. He couldn’t.

“You have woken my wife.”

Bucky’s playing stopped immediately. “What?”

The man before him was dark. He was tall and seemed to take up almost the entire space even though he was only a bit wider than Bucky. His shoulders were broad and his chin was strong, and his eyes were sharp even under the gloomy look they had to them. His cheekbones were sunken in and his eyes had a ring of black around them, like he hadn’t slept in a thousand years. His lips were set in a hard line, but he didn’t look displeased. Most notably, he had a dark aura surrounding him, even black most coming from behind him and nearly encasing him.

“I don’t repeat myself, and luckily, it looks like you heard me the first time.” His voice was deep, enthralling, like a song that Bucky would never dare write himself.

What was a man this terrifying, this powerful, doing in the forest? How had Bucky woken a soul when he was in soulless territory? He hadn’t seen houses for leagues.

Something inside of Bucky begged him to apologize. It begged him to get into his knees and look downwards towards the growing grass and hope to be spared. If this was before he lost you, maybe he would have listened to it. But what did he have to truly live for now that his darling was gone?

“I’m sorry to have brought you out of your dwellings because of my grieving.”

There was a certain kind of silence that would have made Bucky’s skin crawl if he even dared to look the being’s way. “Grieving?”

“My wife.” He breathed out, finally letting his arms loose as he let his trust lyre fall down to his side. “She… has fallen prey to death.”

“Ah,” the man said, his voice nearly a scoff. “I see. The circle of life.”

“And now my life shall go in circles, on and on and down the same miserable path without the woman I love,” Bucky stated, resting his head back against the tree. “I wish I knew a man that grieved. Me… I live amongst gods. We don’t grieve. We don’t die. I have never met a man who had an inch of grief in his heart. I feel like the first to ever feel it.”

“We can lose people in other ways than death,” the man said. “Death is the most absolute, but it seems to hurt a lot less than voluntary abandonment.”

“This is my first brush with death, and I have to admit that I’m not the biggest fan.” What an understatement.

“That’s a shame. My wife is quite the fan of you and your… grief. She says it’s the most moving thing she’s ever heard.” Bucky just nodded, eyes far off. “She wants to meet you.”

“I don’t really want to meet anyone.”

“You don’t want to see my wife? You don’t want a two way ticket to the world you’ve been singing about taking passage to for days now, Orpheus?”

His head turned slowly, eyes widening as he tried to piece thoughts and facts together with his sluggish mind. “What?” But he knew. He knew with another glance at this man that he was no man at all, but one of the original gods. He was Hades, in the divine flesh, standing right before him with a glint in his eyes that meant he was satisfied by Bucky’s shock. He went to his knees, kneeling as a sob piled up into his throat.

“Your Excellency,” he began to plead, recalling back to the times he was a young god, listening to his mother explaining the way that he should speak to all the gods who came before him- especially one as powerful as Hades. “I apologize. My mind is not set right— the loss of my wife has taken a toll on me. Please forgive me.”

“Your grief blinds you.”

There was no point in lying. “It does.”

“I, too, was blinded by grief. In fact, it happens every other six months, though I suppose you young gods and humans call it winter and fall. My wife would leave, gone with a stroke of wind and then come back only to wilt again. But she, just like your own wife, will learn that there is nothing we can do about the situations we are in. Destiny will have us where she has us, and your Eurydice’s path above has ended.”

Bucky wanted to scream at him. He wanted to refuse him and tell him that Destiny and the Fates would have to bend to his will, because there was no other way. He couldn’t last another day without you, let alone a lifetime. But the god he was speaking to was Hades, and Bucky was just Orpheus, a low level demigod.

“However, my wife still wants to meet you. She wants to hear your song clearly, where it’s not muffled by distance.” His heart began to race. His hands were shaking. His eyes were wide as he tried to take in a deep breath, waiting for the gloomy god’s next words. “If you agree to see her and play her that song of yours, I’ll let you see this wife you speak of. Does that sound fair?”

Nodding was all Bucky could do to stay awake.

§§

The Underworld was just as gloomy as it was in the stories. Black and grey ran together to create a shadowy world, dismal and dark. It was full of strange sounds, like the whistling of thick wind that almost sounded like wailing humans. The air was so heavy that Bucky was finding it hard to breathe, and there was a mist so hard to cut through that Bucky could hardly see more than three feet in front of him at a time. Hades led him, and the only reason he could see him was because of his true height showing, and the fact that his dark smoke was even darker than the mist.

His hands shook. Both of them held onto his lyre for dear life. It was close to his chest, strings facing away from him, but still it felt like he could feel the vibrations of it, like the air was mocking him back by playing a song of its own. He resisted the urge to close his eyes and fall to his knees, the environment putting him in near shock.

But he had to find you.

Hades stopped in his tracks, turning his sunken face towards Bucky, who had to fight to not flinch. “If you play for my wife and she likes it, I’ll take you to see yours.” He nodded his head quickly, putting his lyre into position, his arms trembling with anxiety. The double doors opened without the old god even touching them, and then Bucky was faced with an ancient throne room, elegant and dark all the same.

The first thing he did once he got near the sitting Queen of the Underworld was kneel. Tears were already swirling in his eyes, and his throat was lurching. If he were a human, he was sure that he would have been throwing up. He prayed silently to his mother, calling upon the strength of the Muses and their talents into his blood once more.

It was silent until the queen finally spoke. “So you’re the musician?”

“Yes, Your Excellency.”

“I expected you to be much older,” she said, her soft voice a plain contrast from her husband’s, and the dark setting of the Underworld. And then, Bucky understood that the stories weren’t embellished. At first thought, she didn’t seem to belong down there, least of all with Hades. He didn’t dare look up at either of them. “Your grief seems to be centuries old.” It felt like it was. The hole in his heart felt older than he was.

“This is Orpheus, son of Calliope,” Hades explained. “He can’t be more than a few thousand years, if I remember correctly.”

“Young, very young.” Persephone mused, the tone of her voice almost curious. “And what causes you to play this song?”

He explained it. He explained all of it. Your death, his need to see you, his stupid hope of bringing you back home where you belonged. He left it all on the table for them both to hear, even though he knew that the odds were unlikely for him. He didn’t care. He didn’t care if he got ridiculed or thrown back out of the gate, all that mattered to him was that he tried his hardest to get you. And that you knew, deep down in your forgotten mind, that he tried.

“Your music has moved me so, truly.” Persephone said, and then Bucky looked up. She was beautiful, flowers all over her body. She was the brightest thing down there, no doubt, and she still had that godly glow that all the other gods had, a golden rim around her body. She turned her face toward her husband without taking her eyes off of Bucky. “And I want to give you a chance.”

Bucky’s heart stopped. “Your Excellency?”

She was facing Hades now. “Give him a condition.” She muttered, her hands gripping the arms of the throne she sat on. “But let him try.”

Hades frowned. “If I let her go, how many humans do you think will hear of this tale and try to do the same?”

“None.” The goddess answered quickly. “They’re afraid of you. This boy is not. And unlike gods, humans accept death. They know that it is a part of the cycle, and they wouldn’t dare dispute it. This is just a confused young god. He hasn’t seen death before. This will be the only time anyone will ever ask this of you, Hades.”

It was pure silence. It seemed to stretch on for eons as Hades contemplated his wife’s words. The lyre had fallen to the ground minutes before, and Bucky felt himself reaching for it. Tears were streaming down his face now. “I’ll play for you again. I’ll play for you for a decade straight if you let me take her home at the end, if you let her remember me.” He added desperately, body trembling with anticipation.

Hades had dark eyes, and those dark eyes were full of uncertainty and something close to anger while he stared at Bucky, with a look on his face that was so blank that it frightened him. His wife’s hand was on his chest as she pleaded with him on Bucky’s behalf, yet he only stared Bucky down.

“If you can walk your way out of my domain without turning back to look at her, you can take her with you above ground.” Bucky sobbed. “If you look back, boy, she stays in the Asphodel Meadows.”

Bucky sobbed again.

§§

His back faced everything. He couldn’t hear anything except for the beating of his own heart, the heartbeat that seemed to extend all the way down to the fingertips that gripped the infamous lyre in his hand. He shook with every breath, and every blink was harsh on his eyes as he tried not to cry.

He wished he could hear you. He wished he could hear your soft voice reassure him, tell him that you remembered everything, that you were right behind him and that you would follow him everywhere, just like he would follow you. Just like he had followed you. He wished he could hear you.

He wished he could feel you. If your warm hands could just ghost over his shoulders and push him forward without quite letting go, he would have made the trek a thousand times. If he could feel your hands brushing away the hair out of his line of sight, he would have been walking before Hades even gave permission. He wished he could feel you.

He couldn’t. But he would walk anyway.

He hardly heard Hades give permission, his ominous tone echoing through the otherwise empty cavernous area, or the sound of Persephone’s whispers. But he could feel it in the air, suffocating and burying him.

Every lift of his foot was agonizing, every step far heavier than he ever imagined he could bear. But he would do it for you. He would push. Every whisper of doubt that crossed his mind, he would throw away.

It didn’t matter that at times, he wasn’t sure if you got what you needed from him. It didn’t matter that he felt like you weren’t fulfilled by the life you had with him. He had faith. It dwindled with every step, but he had faith. He would keep it and nurture it with every breath he had inside of him on the long journey back home.

Seconds started to feel like minutes, and minutes started to feel like hours. He hated it. His throat was closing in on itself like his voice was his enemy, like the voice everyone thought was so golden was the voice that would be the final nail in his coffin.

His feet were still aching, but the ache had become dull. Louder and more painful was the feeling of the cold biting his skin, like it was a reminder to stay conscious, to stay alert and thinking. Thinking was his vice and virtue. The silence was too loud. His mind was in pain, his heart even worse as he started to feel like the cold was his antagonizer. It was cold up above. It was in the cold where you suffered the most, where you struggled to stay positive. It was in the cold where he could hardly provide for you. It was in the cold where he had to hold you so close to him that air didn’t stand a chance between the two of you because every other man had already chopped the good wood.

But at the same time, he began to feel warm. It felt so warm to his skin that it felt like he was about to step into Tartarus. And it was in the warmth that you dressed in that pretty, short dress that got you harassed by men without humanity. It was in the summer that he found he couldn’t defend you. It was in the summer that he had a flash of realization that he wasn’t strong enough. It was in the summer that he got an even more fleeting flash of the thought that he wasn’t enough at all.

It was in the spring, in the months where there was sun and soft breezes, that he realized again that he was of no help. He had gotten a job one spring that was honest work, but brought in a lot less for the household than you did. He was working with the hands that were already calloused over to help men far more experienced than him craft things to sell to the town. He worked hard to come home tired just to know deep down that for all his work, he had not much more than chump change and a positive outlook to his name.

It was one autumn that he realized how much he had failed you, and he swept it under the rug like he did every other season. One autumn, he walked in on you crying in the arms of your friend- the local plum vendor that Bucky always used to buy from- about how you were terrified of being pregnant. As he walked through the Underworld, he asked himself how he could have ever forgotten that moment. Because what you said had shaken his heart to the core.

“There’s no way I would be able to take care of it.”

It wasn’t the certain doubt that was plants in your mind. It wasn’t the fact that neither of you had noticed Bucky hovering in the door because you were sobbing so hard. It wasn’t the way the woman comforted you better than he thought he was ever able to- because with him, you just never addressed the bad. It was as swept under the rug as dirt was. It was the way you said “I”. Alone. By yourself. Him and his contributions weren’t even in the picture. Were they even contributions?

It was never his voice that was his greatest feature and his worst. It was his mind. His mind was his killer. His mind was a killer, his poison and his weapon, and he was turning it right onto himself. His legs trembled as he fought the urge to look, to crane his neck and get his disappointment over with. Were you following him? Did you even remember him- or had you already drank from the river that would steal all of the life that you had before? Had Hades tricked him into leaving quietly?

And if you did remember him, why on earth would you follow him? You would be following him back to a land that was full of struggle and making it through day by day. You would be trudging after him this time only for him to bring up the rear in everything else. He would be the one smiling at you after you came from working to the bone, providing for him and yourself. That was all he ever had to offer, a smile and a song. What could he truly trade for a smile and a song? What could he get you?

Nothing.

What could he do if you got hurt again?

Nothing.

What could he do with his life when he surfaced and found you not there, far behind in the Underworld?

Nothing.

The doubt piled up. It replaced the faith like the faith was a forest and doubt was a wildfire. Every footstep added to it. He was convinced. He was sure that the result of him turning around at that one moment could be no worse than him turning around when he got to be above ground and away from the suffocating death. You weren’t going to be there. Whether he turned right then or in a hundred years, you weren’t going to be there. If you were in your right, beautiful mind, you would have seen him begging and turned your eyes from him and pretended like you hadn't known him.

He couldn’t tell where he was. His breathing was too shaky for him to think about anything else but breathing and thinking about you. It was too dark. His feet hadn’t touched grass yet and he knew he had to try to keep pushing, but he couldn’t wait any longer. He was bursting at the seams to confirm something that he already knew was coming for him.

His feet dragged. His steps sped up but it felt like he was fighting quicksand. He was struggling to walk through it, fighting to take breaths in it. The shallow breaths were somehow pitched high, bouncing off of the rocky, cavernous walls he began to hate. The only thing on his mind was doubt, doubt, doubt. It was a fever he couldn’t sweat out. A tremor he couldn’t shake away. A dark color he couldn’t paint over. A shadow he couldn’t run from. And just when he couldn’t fight it anymore, he saw light.

He never ran so fast in his entire life. He wanted to escape the feeling clawing at his throat and chest, the dread and preparation for pure disappointment. He wanted to step into the light, step into something he knew, before he allowed himself to collapse in grief again. It felt like the light was getting closer, and then it would fade again and come back lighter. He didn’t register the sound of sobbing until the sound faded out and stopped echoing, and then he was aware that his feet were touching the grass.

His feet were touching grass.

His hands shook as he raised them to his face, cupping his cheeks as he came to the realization that he was out of the nightmare that was the Underworld. Emotions were rushing into him faster than he could understand what they were, and then his mind stopped. His face was dry. His head whipped around.

Your eyes were wide and watery. Your dress was torn and bloody, just like it was when you had died. Your hair was a mess, and you were shaking from crying so hard. You stood there like a ghost, transparent and out of place, but crying real tears all the same. The sobs he had been hearing weren’t his own. They were yours. And you were still encased by the shadows of the Underworld.

You had been trying to catch up to him.

“Oh!” His exclamation was more of a dying moan than anything else. His trembling hands cupped his mouth again as he watched you cry again, crying even harder than that one time where the leaves were falling. He uttered your name once, and then once turned into four times, and as your cries got louder, his muttering turned into a shout, your name the one word he was calling out over and over again.

“I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry baby.” He watched as you opened and shut your mouth over and over, shaking your head as silence was all you could produce. “Y/N, I’m so sorry. I’m so fucking sorry.” He was drawing blood from how his fists were clenched. “Baby, my sweet love, my darling,” the names were dripping from his tongue like honey, like it was a balm that could soothe the both of you. His apologies were just as tender, as quiet and disbelieving as the language his eyes were speaking. He couldn’t help but reach out to you with a dying apology on his lips, his foot crossing the barrier you would be stuck behind forever, and just before he touched what must have been your cold skin, there was nothing but air.

Nothing but your lingering presence and his poisonous mind.

§§

He never thought that life could be so meaningless. Even before he met you, he felt like he had a purpose. He was an entertainer, a traveling man, a man who brought joy and music with him effortlessly wherever he went. Not anymore.

He was empty, and he felt like an empty glass jar. He wasn’t even an empty box— he was something anyone that had eyes could see right through. Everyone saw him and knew he was the one who had lost a wife and in turn given up all his divine talent. They looked at him through lenses that were wet with pity. He hated it.

He hated himself for doing the same to the humans who had lost loved ones. He felt horrible for giving them those looks, for telling Steve and Sam their stories without really knowing it. Now he was going through the unimaginable.

Nothing mattered, he learned. He thought that thought over and over again every time he woke up and every time he was going to sleep. He thought it while he sat in the cold on one winter night with no fire in the fireplace. It was something that would have made him worry a bit, or made him irritated at himself. Nothing really caused him to get angry or sad anymore. He was just there. It was like he was living yet another death by extension. The world gave him his cards and he played them in the worst way possible. But that’s what he did. He couldn’t change it.

He couldn’t change anything. All he could do was pray that you forgot the way that he failed you time and time again, and then where it was most important.

He would remember enough for the both of you.

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hi guys! i feel like i literally have come back from the dead with all the time i’ve been in and out of here. it’s been so hectic and busy that i’m proud i got this out so soon lmao- i worked hard on this, so if you were feeling it please like and reblog!!

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I Know What You Are 

[Baron Zemo Masterlist] [Marvel Masterlist]

Characters: Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson, and Baron Zemo

Synopsis: Sam and Bucky have a disagreement. Zemo decides to weigh in. This takes place during The Falcon and the Winter Soldier series. *Humor(I hope)*

Word Count: ~900

A/N: I wanted Sam and Bucky to argue over something ridiculous, and this is what happened. 

"Says the guy with the staring problem," Sam pronounced. 

"What's that supposed to mean?" Bucky's gaze narrowed at his companion as his pacing came to a halt. 

"Oh, I don't know," Sam cocked his head, his argumentative tone growing louder in the hallway outside the apartment safe house. "Dude watched her sleep! Just staring, probably unblinking. Of course, you'd not see anything wrong with that."

"He was admiring her. It's romantic."

"He was stalking her. It's disturbing."

Bucky scoffed. "So you mean to tell me that the hot-headed wolf was better?"

"At least Jacob treated her like a human instead of dinner."

"Edward never—And anyway, Jacob was like her brother," he cringed. "They made mud-pies."

"It's called friends to lovers. Maybe you haven't heard of it since you seem adverse to the concept of friendship."

"I have friends," he lied. His gaze lowered, his sullen expression etching deeper on his features. He had a friend, but he was gone. "Anyway, as a friend, he should have respected her wishes instead of forcing himself on her."

"As if Edward ever gave Bella a chance to make her own decision." 

"He was protecting her."

"He was controlling her!" Sam disputed.

"To protect her."

"That's not a thing!"

The Winter Soldier growled in frustration. His gaze shifted to the sock on the outer door to the apartment. They had returned from scouting the area to find the garment on the door. They had been pacing the hall ever since. "How long has it been?"

"Don't try to change the subject."

"I wasn't trying to change anything," Bucky bickered. The sleeve of his shirt slipped up. The Wakandan metal glinted in the light.

Sam snickered at a new thought.

"What now?" Bucky practically rolled his eyes at the sound.

"I just thought of something."

"I don't want to know.”

"Too bad!" Sam smirked, nodding toward his arm. "With that cold Vibranium, you can glitter and sparkle in the sunlight just like your pal, Edward."

"I hate you." 

Sam bellowed and pressed on. "Aren't you supposed to be some White Wolf or something?"

"So?"

"Wolves are pack animals. They stick together. You really willing to go against the pack for this?"

"It's a metaphor." Bucky kicked the door in frustration. "You wouldn't understand." 

"Oh, I wouldn't understand?" Sam challenged, raising his voice.

"No."

"You sound just like him. Tell me, is it all 100-year-olds that think they know best and should make decisions for everyone, or just the two of you?" 

The pair was so focused on their heated disagreement they hadn't noticed Zemo open the door. He watched curiously, his mouth slightly agape, his finger raised, waiting for a pause in the conversation.

"It's called life experience."

"Being sullen and brooding isn't life experience."

"If I might interject?" Zemo offered. 

"What?!" Sam and Bucky yelled almost simultaneously, turning in sync to the man wearing only a plush bathrobe and slippers.

"Perhaps it is that you are both misinformed," he countered.

Bucky's face scrunched as a scowl pulled. 

Sam crossed his arms, arching his brow. "So, now the terrorist has input? This I've got to hear."

Zemo's lips pressed together in amusement. His two traveling companions were little more than children in his eyes, neither thinking calmly or rationally, each with his own flawed outlook on life. They couldn't see the bigger picture.

"Isabella was a child who was pursued by an ancient being old enough to be her great-grandfather." His head quirked toward Bucky. "And a creature lacking self-control, who let his emotions run high." His gaze shifted toward Sam. "Neither suitor offered an appropriate or viable path." His head tilted to the side, his gaze challenging them both. "Isabella should have continued with her studies, created a path for herself, and left the town to live a human life."

"That's not—"

"But, what about—"

"And we're not—"

"Definitely not."

"Are we?"

"As you can see, the only logical and absolute resolution to your quandary is to allow Isabella to live and to live well, away from the two monsters who both refused to let her do just that." A sly grin seeped across his features, his eyes narrowing smugly. Zemo turned back into the apartment, leaving the speechless pair behind. 

"Where's the girl?" Bucky sputtered after a minute, trying to regain himself.

"Girl?" 

"The girl?" He emphasized, nodding toward the door. “Or... boy?”

Zemo quirked his head to the side, studying them in feigned innocence. 

"The sock on the door?" Sam clarified.

"Is that not how you Americans signal the need for privacy?" His Cheshire smile widened as his brow arched.

"What do you need privacy for?" Sam scoffed.

"I mean—" Bucky gestured toward the man still in his bathrobe.

"Yes. Indeed, James." Zemo's fingers flitted over the soft fabric and down his chest. "I needed an afternoon of relaxation. You refused to allow me a trip to a resort spa, so I had improvised. My sensitive skin was desperate for some attention." 

"I'm going to kill him," Bucky stated, pointing to Zemo.

"You know what?" Sam shook his head and stepped aside, facing Zemo. "I'm going to let you."

"Gentleman—" Zemo's head tilted again, his hands lifted up defensively. "I'm sure we can come to an agreeable solution here. Perhaps I can offer you some jasmine tea?" 

"I don't want any damn tea." Bucky pushed past him. "Just get dressed."

Zemo's gaze followed the Winter Soldier as he walked away. 

"We've got work to do."

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