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scentedpepper · 9 months ago

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Frozen Bonds

THE WINTER SOLDIER X GN READER

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Summary: In the confinments of a sorry excuse for shelter, you and Bucky create a cricle of untouched energy.

Content Warnings: Slight descriptions of injuries.

Other Pairings: Steve Rogers x GN Reader, Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes, Sam mentioned

AUTHOR NOTE(S):

This is not the marvel fic I was talking about in my jasper post lol

Takes place after the events of Captain America: Winter Soldier in which Steve and Sam go searching for Bucky

Still disappointed that there wasn't some movie or series to highlight this, I wouldve killed to see more Steve and Bucky content but also just more Steve content

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You can handle an arctic environment well. You were constantly stuck in the arctic territories when you were still only a few thousand years old. Even with nothing but a tree or two, there were constant blizzards that would drop the temperatures to below zero fahrenheit and you struggled not to maintain a persistent living in the environment.

It was not the cold you were worried about, nor the snow blowing through the gap below the creaky old wooden door of the cabin and the floor. The structure felt claustrophobic and like a prison. It may have been centuries since you've ever worn a collar of any kind, but you had the idea that this was what it felt like to be back in those shackles again.

And yet, even these thoughts seem to cease to the back of your mind when you heard the thrashing and screeching as the Winter Soldier kicked and punched against his restraints behind you. He was making an absolute ruckus that you're half sure would prompt concern if it weren't for the sound of the storms blizzard blanketing any other noises he made.

You looked to him almost plainly, unimpressed by his antics but the disdain in your brow was quite obvious. It took a minute of his flailing against his restraints –bounds of thick, purple, dark purple that often was mistook for black, wounded tightly around his body, unbreakingly– for him to settle with the fact that his arm was no match to your divine powers.

Once he was silent, only but a livid panting that made his teeth chatter, did the harsh bite of frost in the air seem to calm. Slowly, the flurry dissipated and the room warmed– but only just slightly.

There was a piece of cloth tied around the lower half of his face but the way he stared at you, with eyes so pale in their darkness they made the ice they mimicked miniscule in comparison, made it known that he was intending to kill you.

He has no idea who you are. Letting him fume had hardly done you any favors besides the sense that the feeling is mutual.

With a rather annoyed sigh, you snapped your fingers, the tattered fabric disappearing into nothing but a fine mist.

There was a flash of some expression in Bucky's eyes, something similar to discomfort, but you're sure it's more from the fact that you can snap your fingers and practically strip him of his dignity than it is to the lack of comfort he might've had with a cloth over his face.

He's a lot more appealing than you remembered.

The silence settles with a prickling heat between your two equally stubborn bodies, Bucky refusing to say a word and you finding that the conversation would hardly flourish from a one-sided endeavor.

Your tempted to put something much harsher than a cloth over his mouth as he seems to grunt in your general direction with his gruffness and animalistic-like grit. He's like a broken lion. No wonder he was named as the Winter Soldier– he sure acts like one.

"Struggle all you want. You're not getting out of those bindings." Your tone leaves no room for further questions on the matter, but that did not stop him from growling further.

He did not speak back, only stared as you made way for the shabby window nearest to you. The view was that of only what you saw two hours prior, a never ending amount of tall white snow, the skies dull and cloudy with the flakes dropping off into dark spots where dropping temperatures naturally followed suit.

You felt a breath gather in your chest in anticipation, as if Steve and Sam might suddenly appear amongst the snow, only to release it with a sharp exhale, running a hand down your face and grasping at the wrinkles beginning to form in the skin.

It was just you and Bucky in these depths of nothingness.

And as the realization truly dawned on you the weight of your long past seemed to seep into every inch of your body, spreading a new chill across your bones even the hot blood pumping in your veins cannot thwart.

Silence.

He does not speak.

He does not shout.

Silence.

Save for the soft rustling of the howling wind and your thickening inhales and exhales, a sound that does not register into his ears.

Silence.

Barely anyone knows you're here except a distant pair who won't return for the foreseeable future. They don't know about the Winter Soldier and the mere thought of death does not seem to register within your mind.

You are not threatened by the man staring at you like a wild animal trapped in a cage, biding the perfect moment to strike. If you do not respond to his caging, you may become a potential hunter yourself, though the very idea of sinking your claws into his jugular crosses your mind more than once.

You resist, saving Steve from heartache had to be at the top of your list of priorities and until the struggle that brought the two of you here, you had no qualms about wanting to bring him home. But Bucky is in there somewhere and this has turned from finding the Soldier into saving him from the cage of his own mind.

Patience. You were nearly the last thing in the universe to have it, but at this very moment, saving someone's soul and life is a reason to gain a little bit.

It was just you and Bucky.

"We'll be here a while. I'm afraid the conditions are too harsh to go looking for Steve and Sam. " You turned to face him with crossed arms, standing away from the window. The sound of your voice is unfamiliar, more alien than a stranger and the sensation of foreignness spreads over your body. He did not look impressed with the situation or with the presence you pose, but he did not protest it. "Nor will I be leaving you to wreak havoc and harm. "

Bucky's gaze shifts to the window as he pulls at the restraints a final time before settling, but you swear you see a glare.

"Are you aware of your misdoings? Can you talk, soldier?" Your tone was brisk and non-nonsense, hands falling down to your waist as you shifted your weight from one foot to another. You didn't like just standing around to look pretty.

You would speak to him in terms he knew. Simple, clear and to the point. "Steve had informed me of the things Hydra did to you, including something similar to these bindings. "

"Soldier..." Bucky repeated hoarsely, squinting in your direction. Siff, riddled with so much thickness from lack of use.

It was a start.

"I am not an enemy. Steve and I are here to take you home. "

His expression melted as you scanned him, dark eyebrows pinching together as he seemed to not believe you. His body was insistently and involuntarily twitching, and every instant seemed to make his muscles more tense, more rigid, like he was fighting a losing battle in trying to keep himself still.

Your lip quirked, the slightest of a fraction that you're sure his boring eyes caught as you regarded the human before you.

Shivering.

You hadn't noticed in the whirlwind, but his shivering was nonstop, a convulsion you hadn't remembered because you had not been looking for the telltale signs.

Your eyes searched the room briefly before you decided on discarding your heavy cloak, pulling it over your head as his next exhale came out shaky and uneven. He blinked once, eyelids drooping, fluttering for a moment, but did not show a sign of questioning you in the slightest. He just followed you with those impossibly dark eyes, sharp like he might bite your face clean off at any minute.

When you successfully unraveled yourself from the knit, you took a large step toward him, one he evidently tried to back away from as his entire body did a grandiose shake. The purple restraints are only held by his arms and legs, like snakes they constrict closer and closer, preventing his back from going completely rigid.

Carefully you shifted yourself down in front of him, on your knees, so your face is aligned with his. His expression reads of horror, jaw clenching, neck making a painful vein appear, his only outlet of aggression. He is too tightly wound, too closely under these restraints that you doubt there was a chance he could take a swing.

He grumbles something under his breath, a curse or something, looking away from your face and that's when you start.

Bucky jerks violently at the first touch but doesn't pull away when you open up the soft bundle and cover him with it. He doesn't relax, he just stares and bares his teeth again as you smooth the fabric over every inch of body.

When you reach his neck to pull the front over his shoulders and part of his chest, he glares daggers.

You say nothing about the goosebumps that prick at his flesh, brushing your fingers down his collarbone. His partially exposed chest was bare, his clothing dangling off in a jagged tear, riddled with his own cuts and scrapes and burns and nicks.

After staring at the flesh that doesn't frost anymore due to the fabric, he blinks his long lashes up at you. He repeats you softly, slurring the syllables into one another.

"Soldier. "

Biting the inside of your cheek, you pulled away, nodding to him. "...yes. "

"Soldier...not a tool. "

Ah, a memory.

Bucky blinked around with his heavy lids, turning his head to look away from you and take in the small space of the cabin.

"Yes. “

This seemed to be all the exchange he wanted to have with you, for as soon as the words left his lips his head fell down and he closed his eyes. He was still panting, breaths even slower, but less ragged. He was giving up his fight. And losing whatever energy he had left.

"Steve will be very pleased. “

When he opened his eyes, so heavy like those of a drowned man, the blue looked at you a different way. Distant, yet seeping into your very skin.

He was a mess and needed a bath and fresh clothes. Blood painted the surface of his pants, browned from exposure, scraped and damaged. His hair was nearly a matted pile with flakes of what you imagined was old ice crystals and debris littering the strands.

A hand, metal and sturdy with rivets that shone bright against the chipped paint beneath the arm, reached up. You tensed, expecting an attack, a jarring tug at your throat as his arm fizzled against the bonds and extended far enough to grace your close proximity with just the edges of his fingertips.

Instead, your eyes flickered to where his touch didn't quite touch and it became apparent that there was a spark energy there that seemingly only you and he could feel. The way his eyelids flutter—he either feels that charge or he can feel your heartbeat from the heat.

With a scowl he jerked back his hand as if it burned and eyed his own limbs with a confused hatred. A whimper escaped past his lips, an animal sound, something that you've never even registered an animal making except an angry crow.

Before he could fall too far into the emotion you cupped your larger hand over his smaller, flesh one, and coaxed it forward so that his rough digits ran against the softer expanse of your skin. He locked eyes with you, fierce again as you guided his fingers to the pulse in your wrist.

"Do you remember Steve?"

In the moments he did not respond you regarded how strange this action you took was, and then, you considered what it would feel like to feel the life in a human. You began to bring your index and thumb to his neck to test the theory, but he flinched backwards, not letting you near.

"Do you recall when he rescued you, and all those people you'd killed when you shot at me?"

Another inhale.

"Shot..."

From the tension growing in your jaw and the way his brows started to shift and wiggle you know that in some part he did remember. There was such hate brewing in the deep of the winter of his eyes that you thought it could rival yours and perhaps not even the raging storm outside could surpass.

"That is why we are here. " You placed your hands on either side of your thigh, giving him an equally intense look. "Steve would tear down the ends of the Earth if it meant saving you. "

You could see his face break, a micro-expression barely there but noticeable. If he wasn't consciously trying to hide, if he had any more energy than what he contained, he would've shown more of a reaction.

"Do you know who I am?"

Bucky began to sweat at your lowered voice. The tension radiated through his skin and in the way his mouth tensed, but nothing else was given away.

Pursing your lips, you put your hand on his again, once more bringing it to you until you felt the energy. Steve had told you about the warmth radiating off of Bucky before the war, but it felt much different than what you'd expect, warm in his pulsating touch in a way that made your skin crawl.

You realized the first time around how ridiculous this act must look, yet you pushed his fingers down again, against your pulse.

"...beat. " He did not look at you when he spoke, only staring hard into his tarnished fingers. "Heart. Heartbeat. "

You turned his hand in yours and flattened his palm out on your chest, the center of his hand atop your heart, his fingers stretching over the expanse of your clothing. You began to hum deeply, focusing your breathing until the room fell silent for several seconds, save the occasional gust of wind.

"Steve told me that he thinks you and I will get along. “

Bucky stared dead on into the center of your face, a long look that's almost dreamy when his eyes begin to move and the skin over them soften, twitching when you blink and he registers the movement of your irises.

"You both are quite extraordinary. “ You murmur, sliding a hand over his shoulder and nudging him gently. "Bucky, " you say his name slowly, testing the waters with the human as you stare at his form. "forgive me for the pity but, you are not a toy. “

His shoulders drop a little, making his body fall slack, exhausted from whatever fighting he was doing on the inside, defensively protecting him from anything your presence might unexpectedly cause. He was so twitchy and it probably was that his body didn't have time to rest.

"Not a tool. "

That voice; low and jagged, that's a voice that's just pure gravel mixed with sandpaper. It just, oozes distrust and fatigue.

He's quiet for the rest of the minutes, still glancing up to you from time to time, but lets your comfort swallow him in, his breaths having since then calmed. He's stopped his trembling, as if in your company was a protection against the bite of cold.

And his hand still holds firm against your chest, feeling the rapid pace of your heart, your unnatural heartbeat, now seeming rather steady to him.

Bucky opens his mouth and it appears that the words are on the tip of his tongue, like a sponge taking up water, soaked in the ways of speaking but needing just a little push to release.

"You feel...different. "

You glance down at his hand, his knuckles covered in dust from the ground outside, caked thick around the scars and small holes torn into his flesh, hair sticking out in tufts at the junctures of his fingers. You are hesitant to shake his hand from your body, but it has become heavy and hot like a stone.

Your other hand raises up to close over his as you contemplate what exactly he meant, if he was regarding your alien heart, the tubes and arteries not functioning in the same ways his did, or something else. Something described in history as fate. But it was not your primary focus as you gently pull his hand from your sternum, lowering his arm down onto the mattress of his lap.

"You've no reason to fight me or harm me, Bucky. "

His jaw drops slightly, you hear an airy sound slip free before he frowns.

"Just you, Bucky. No soldier. "

There, he seems to register the repetition, his body visibly relaxing. It seemed you were talking him through and settling him down. His mind would not wander to the soldier tonight, nor would he struggle.

No response; you would make him one soon enough but for now you stayed with his hand in yours, keeping him there. If he really wanted to, he could maneuver himself away, but he didn't.

#mcu #the winter soldier #the winter soldier x gn reader #the winter soldier x male reader #the winter soldier x reader #steve rogers #stever rogers x reader #sam wilson #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x gn!reader #bucky barnes x male reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x reader #the winter soldier x you #the winter soldier x y/n #marvel

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holylulusworld · 2 years ago

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Fake mate masterlist

Summary: Faking it is not that hard.

Pairing: Alpha!Stucky x Omega!Reader

Warnings: angst, language, shitty parents, feisty omega, fake relationship, bisexuell Steve & Bucky, implied smut/claiming, fluff, nesting, scenting, Bucky is a big softie, a/b/o

Contains: 💔 angst // 💕 fluff // 💦 smut // 🖤 light smut // 🤍 implied smut // 😈 darkish

Fake Mate (1) 💔 💕

True Mate (2) 💕

Loving Mates (3) 💕🖤

Forever Mates (4) 💕

#steve rogers #bucky barnes #stucky x reader #stucky #a/b/o #polyamory #alpha!steve x omega!reader #alpha!bucky x omega!reader #stever rogers x reader x bucky barnes #Fake mate masterlist #female reader #tw: pregnancy #smut

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aikaterini-drag · 2 years ago

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Bucky Barnes

Series (explicit 💦):

Fading Scars • Bucky Barnes gets re-captured by Hydra. He is sent on a mission to abduct a woman named Grace. But he will soon find out that she is all he could ever ask for; his salvation, his whole world.

Super Soldier, Super Dad • For Sergeant Bucky Barnes, life had been filled with nothing but missions and uncertainty. But everything changed when he met his Jane. She walked into his world and cast away the nightmares. She made him smile, made him love again, and gave him life’s most surprising gift— their child.

Alpha Bucky Barnes (explicit 💦)

Craving • Your Alpha returns from his most recent mission, he has missed you and he craves for the scent and feel of your body.

Princess and the King • Urged by a bout of jealousy, your Russian Alpha fucks you from behind.

ONE-SHOTS (No smut ✨)

Unspoken Desires • Bucky hesitates to open up to you, fearing to tell you how much he admires and wants you (takes place during tfatws, shy Bucky)

First Date • Your first date with Bucky (takes place during tfatws, kisses, boyfriend Bucky, fluff)

Into the Heart • How it would feel to be intimate with Bucky Barnes (established relationship, fluff)

Wrapped in affection • Snuggling in bed with Sergeant Barnes (fluff, kisses)

All-consuming Love • Bucky loves you more than anything in the world (implied smut, fluff, intimacy)

The Dance of Raindrops • Caught in a sudden downpour couldn’t be any sweeter (comfort, fluff, intimate kisses)

Fragile Embrace • Bucky is afraid to hug you tightly because of the serum in his system (implied smut, fluff, intimacy)

Caring Boyfriend • Bucky has never before seen you get sick or feel unwell, and now he's in overprotective mode (caring overprotective Bucky, fluff)

Smiles and Smooches • You get drunk and demand kisses and hugs from your boyfriend. He is more than happy to please you. (emotional security, fluff, kisses)

ONE-SHOTS (explicit 💦)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes × Fem!reader (no mention of y/n)

Whispers of Rapture • Bucky wakes up from a nightmare and longs for the warmth of your skin against his (needy Bucky, oral (fem receiving), unprotected sex, cockwarming)

Special Content (explicit 💦)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes × Fem!reader (no mention of y/n)

Night of Sensual Delights (Halloween Special) • You plan a sweet and romantic Halloween night with but your boyfriend has other ideas for enjoying his candy (oral (fem receiving), unprotected sex, cockwarming)

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itzsephig5 · 6 days ago

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2.1 (B Me)

My Masterlist

This story on Wattpad

Intro - Age of Ultron 1.0 1.1 1.2 1.3 1.4 1.5 1.6 1.7 1.8 1.9 1.10 1.11 1.12 Intro - Civil War 2.2 2.3 2.3.5 2.4 2.5 2.6 2.7 2.8 Intro - B Me 3.0 3.1 3.2 3.3 3.4 3.5 3.6 3.7 3.8 3.9 3.10 3.11 3.12 Updated Character Info 3.13 3.14 3.15 3.16 3.17 3.18 3.19 3.20 Final Character Info

Important info for chapter:

Words in Slovak:

miláčik - darling

Words in Russian:

любовь - love

Y/n's POV:

I sat next to Wanda as I stirred some sugar into my coffee. "All right. What do you see?" I hear Steve's voice in my ear. I took a sip of my coffee before grimacing at the taste. I needed to add more creamer. "Standard beat cops. Small station." Wanda says. "Quiet street." I added. "It's a good target." I stirred my coffee again before taking a sip. Finally, it tasted right. I see Wanda looks at me and shake her head with a smile on her face. "There's an ATM on the south corner, which means?" Steve asked. "Cameras." Wanda answers before taking a sip of her tea. I never understood how someone could prefer tea over coffee. "Both cross streets are one-way." Steve tells us. I looked over my shoulder and saw Natasha sitting in the cafe at one of the tables. "So compromised escape routes." Wanda says in realization. I turned to face back forward. I understood why Steve was asking all these questions, but it just seemed like a lot. "Just get to the point Cap." I grumbled. I hear Wanda laugh slightly before trying to cover it up. I just rolled my eyes. "Okay lovebirds." I hear Natasha say. "It means our guy doesn't care about being seen." Steve finally says. I looked up at the TV in the cafe to see that there was a photo of who people were calling 'Crossbones'. If I had to guess that was who we were looking for. Brock Rumlow. "You guys see that Range Rover halfway up the block?" Steve asked us. "Yeah, the red one? It's cute." Wanda answered. "What do you think miláčik?" She asked me. "I want that car. Nice color and all любовь." I added. "It's also bulletproof, which means private security, which means more guns. Which means more headaches for someone." Natasha says, trying to get the focus back on the mission. "And someone being us." I say while rubbing my forehead. "You guys realize that I can move things with my mind, right? So can Y/n." Wanda mentions. "Looking over your shoulder needs to become second nature." Natasha reminds Wanda. "Anybody ever tell you that you're a little paranoid?" I hear Sam speak up. I honestly had forgotten that he was here with us. I laughed at his comment. "Not to my face. Why? Did you hear something?" She responded. "I think you might be a bit paranoid Nat; I'm not going to lie." I added on in a teasing tone. "Eyes on the target folks." Steve said before I cut him off. "Folks is crazy. Your age is showing." I made a comment. I feel Wanda push me slightly, but I could see she was laughing too. "Y/n please." I hear Steve sigh. "This is the best lead we've had on Rumlow in six months. I don't want to lose him." He added. "If he sees us coming that won't be a problem. He kind of hates us." Sam tells us over the comms. I took another sip from my coffee. "Sam, you see that garbage truck? Tag it." Steve says. I knew that he and Sam were outside, so they were seeing things that Wanda, Natasha and I couldn't see. I knew that we were going to have to get up soon. "That truck's loaded for max weight. And the driver is armed." Sam says seriously after a moment. "It's a battering ram." Natasha mentions. "Shit." I mentioned. "Go now!" Steve calls out.

I quickly stood up and pulled Wanda up with me. "What?" She says. "He's not hitting the police." Steve says. I pulled Wanda over to the infectious disease institute. "Body armor, AR-15s. I make seven hostiles." Steve said over comms. "I make five." Sam says. "Y/n!" Wanda calls before lifting the guy up. She throws him at me before I throw him into the ground. "Four." I called out. "Rumlow's on the third floor." Sam tells Steve. "Wanda, Y/n. Just like we practiced." Steve tells us. "What about the gas in the building?" Wanda asked. "Get it out." Steve says. I just took a deep breath as Wanda and I lifted Steve up to the building with our powers before getting the gas out of the building and letting it filter through the air. I started to immediately feel dread. "Damn it!" I cursed, knowing exactly what that meant. Something bad was about to happen, and I wasn't sure what. "Y/n come on! We need to check on Steve." Wanda says to me, breaking me out of the daze I was in. We both ran over to see Rumlow activate his bomb vest. I without thinking use my powers to try to contain the blast. My orange wisps suddenly blended in with red as I see Wanda was trying to help me. As Rumlow was screaming in pain, we lifted him into the air. Both of us lost control and sent him into a building which in turn exploded. I looked over at Wanda in shock and fear. "Did we...?" I try to say. She nodded her head. "Oh my." Steve starts before shaking his head. I hid my face in Wanda's shoulder as I started to cry. I felt her wrap her arms around me, equally as upset. "Sam. We need fire and rescue on the south side of the building. We got to get up there."

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steven-g-rogers · 3 months ago

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closed starter | @gh0st44ces

Hope was a precious commodity for Steve Rogers. Things had a habit of falling apart around him, but he clung to it like a lifeline. It kept him going when everything else felt lost. Even as a child there was the hope that things would get better, that he’d have a good health day, that he’d make enough money to help his ma out, that he’d get to see Bucky today. He needed that now more than ever. After losing so much, he’d had to cling to hope as he restarted. Trying to fit into this new world wasn’t easy, but he’d been working on it. He had been working so hard to cultivate new friendships and a place in this world and even though he felt he was doing well, it was so isolating knowing that no one knew how he felt.

Not to mention he missed everyone so badly. No one more than he missed Bucky.

Only Bucky had shown up. HYDRA had done something to him, but it was him, and after a fight that should had killed them both, Bucky had saved him and disappeared.

Steve had been trying to track him down ever since.

The intel had brought him here, to this modest apartment in Romania with a mattress on the floor and a notebook filled with information about him. That notebook filled him with hope more than anything else. Bucky remembered him.

The door opened and Steve looked up. There he was. His hair was longer than hit had been when they were young and he looked like he had the entire weight of the world on his shoulders. But it was him. Steve looked him up and down.

“You know me?” he asked.

#rp steve x bucky #gh0st44ces #steve rogers #bucky barnes #stucky #stever rogers rp #marvel rp #roleplay #closed stater #adapting;

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pandagirl45 · 2 years ago

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Tony would be the one to romanticize space so much to the point, he gets the brightest look on his face. Eyes glistening as he begins to talk about it, as much as it scares him, it makes him feel alive. Because he knows somewhere out there is beings like them, someone like him who also gushes about intergalactic, internebula locations.

The way he stays up late at night, when he can't cut through the sky, he makes the projections. Watches the way the holographic planets twirl and spin. He accounts the constellations known, and he makes up new constellations himself. He charts them out, making up stories in his head. The arrow. The widow spider. The arm. Lightening and the thunder. A gun for the shield. Rhodium center.

All these constellations. He recounts those stories he made up. Building them up. The dragons the swim through the inky skies. The heroes the rush through the firey night sky. Tony stared with love and fear. He knows one day, these stars, his stories will be gone. He worries as he burn these stories to his mind.

"Wait, the widow did what?"

Tony felt his cheeks burn, clint eyes big with wonder, "She danced for the freedom of her friend. The winds that swept around was enough to..."

Then, that was when he been mumbling the stories throughout the weeks, months even. So much so, the team knew. Began to try to find the stars that made up even the little bit of their constellations.

"Where is your constellation?"

Tony felt his shoulders bunched up, a weary smile, "I... I never thought about myself."

He looked to the man with the metal arm, "Steve is flatter, so many adventures, sort of wish half of that was real. Maybe with the blue radiance."

Blue... what?

He listened this time, enraptured by the new constellation. Polaris as the starting point. Tony listened as steve came in to finish the first tale.

He felt the company grow as he look to the night sky with the team. Thor excitedly regaling a battle, one that added in tandem with Bruce and clints. Rhodey laughing at his own tales, interweaving with others.

The warmth Tony felt, he settled into the gun and shield eyes happy to close taking in the stars and heroes.

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shybluebirdninja · 5 months ago

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Sleep Striker

Summary: You discover that Bucky sleepwalks—and it’s not the calm, peaceful kind of sleepwalking. You wake up to find him in full-on combat mode with the couch.

Pairing : Bucky Barnes x Girlfriend!Reader

Note : fluff

The night was supposed to be peaceful. You’d spent the entire evening watching Netflix with Bucky, eating popcorn, and joking around like any normal couple. By the time you both hit the sack, you were expecting nothing but a quiet night’s sleep, maybe punctuated by Bucky’s usual snores.

But no.

Around 2 AM, you woke up to the sound of something crashing in the living room. Your heart leapt into your throat, thinking for a second that maybe someone had broken in. Instinctively, you reached for the baseball bat you kept beside the bed (Bucky insisted on keeping a knife there, but you’d settled on a less dramatic weapon). Slowly, you tiptoed toward the door, already mentally preparing yourself for some horror-movie showdown with a burglar.

But what you found was so much worse.

There, in the dim glow of the living room lamp, was Bucky Barnes—your sweet, grumpy, 100-year-old boyfriend—throwing punches at thin air like he was in the middle of a battle.

“What the hell…” you whispered, blinking in disbelief.

Bucky, still completely asleep, ducked and weaved as if he were dodging invisible enemies, his fists flying through the air with lethal precision. His face was set in that intense, focused expression he wore when he was in full-on Winter Soldier mode, and for a moment, you couldn’t help but feel a mix of fear and… laughter? This was ridiculous. Your boyfriend was sleep-fighting in the living room.

You set the bat down carefully, still trying to process the situation, when Bucky suddenly spun around and landed a full-force punch on the couch.

The couch.

It made a sad thud as the cushions absorbed the blow, but Bucky didn’t stop. He kicked out at the coffee table next, sending it skidding a few inches across the floor.

“Bucky!” you hissed, trying to keep your voice low but urgent. “Hey, babe, wake up!”

He didn’t hear you. Instead, he crouched low, as if he were avoiding gunfire, and rolled behind the armchair, his metal arm glinting faintly in the darkness. You bit your lip, trying so hard not to laugh, but it was impossible. This was like watching an overgrown toddler reenact an action movie in his sleep.

“Okay,” you whispered to yourself, “how the hell do I handle this?”

You’d heard about sleepwalkers before, and you were pretty sure you weren’t supposed to wake them up. But you couldn’t just let Bucky wage war against your furniture all night. The man had already drop-kicked the coffee table, and at this rate, he’d be suplexing the bookshelf by sunrise.

You crept a little closer, careful not to startle him. “Bucky, babe, it’s just me. You’re, uh, safe. There’s no Hydra agents in the apartment, I promise.”

He didn’t respond. Instead, he launched himself toward the couch again, this time pulling off a move that looked like it came straight out of a Captain America fight scene. He tackled the poor couch as if it had personally offended him, his arms wrapping around the back cushions in a chokehold.

“Bucky, stop! The couch isn’t the enemy!” you half-whispered, half-yelled, trying to stifle your laughter. “Oh my god, you’re gonna kill the couch…”

He grunted, still deep in his dream, and threw a wild punch that just barely missed the coffee table. You winced at the near miss. That could’ve been bad. Like, broken furniture and a pissed-off Bucky kind of bad.

At this point, you realized you had to do something before your apartment looked like it had been hit by a tornado. Slowly, cautiously, you approached Bucky like you were approaching a wild animal—because, let’s be real, that’s kind of what he was right now.

“Bucky…” you said softly, reaching out a hand. “Come back to bed, babe. You don’t have to fight the couch anymore. You won. It’s dead.”

He hesitated for a moment, his muscles twitching like he was on the verge of launching another attack. But instead of another round of couch-punching, he slowly stood up, blinking groggily as if he was coming out of a fog.

You let out a breath of relief. “Thank God.”

But your relief was short-lived. Because as soon as Bucky turned around, he spotted the kitchen chairs—lined up perfectly in a row by the table—and apparently, in his half-asleep mind, they were the next Hydra targets.

“No,” you groaned, as Bucky lunged toward the chairs. “Not the chairs! I like those chairs!”

He grabbed one, flipping it over like it was an enemy combatant, and before you could stop him, he had another chair in a headlock. You stood there, watching in sheer disbelief as Bucky Barnes—the most feared assassin in the world—battled a set of IKEA furniture like it was the final boss fight of his life.

“Bucky, babe, please!” you shouted, a mix of panic and laughter bubbling out. “I can’t explain this to the landlord!”

Finally, in a last-ditch effort, you ran over and grabbed his arm—his metal arm, because that seemed like the safer bet. “Bucky, it’s me! You’re sleepwalking!”

At first, he didn’t respond. His eyes were still glazed over, lost in whatever dream battlefield he was trapped in. But then, slowly, he blinked. His metal arm relaxed under your grip, and he looked down at you, his brow furrowing in confusion.

“...What the hell?” he muttered, blinking again.

You let out the biggest sigh of relief. “Oh my god, thank you. I thought you were gonna destroy the whole apartment.”

Bucky glanced around, still looking dazed. “What… what happened?”

“You, uh… kinda went to war with the furniture,” you said, biting your lip to keep from laughing again. “You were sleepwalking.”

His eyes widened. “I did what?”

“You attacked the couch. And the coffee table. And, um, the chairs,” you explained, gesturing to the wreckage around the living room. “It was… a lot.”

Bucky groaned, rubbing a hand over his face. “Shit. I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

“No, no,” you reassured him quickly. “I’m fine. But the couch… not so much.”

He looked over at the couch, which was now sagging slightly from the multiple punches it had taken. “Damn,” he muttered, running a hand through his hair. “Guess I really went at it, huh?”

You couldn’t help but laugh. “Babe, you suplexed the couch. I’ve never seen anything like it.”

Bucky winced. “Shit. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to—”

“It’s fine,” you interrupted, grinning up at him. “It was kind of… impressive, honestly. I mean, you took out an entire living room while asleep. That’s some next-level stuff.”

He gave you a sheepish look, still clearly embarrassed. “I’ll fix it in the morning.”

“You better,” you teased. “But for now, can we please go back to bed before you decide to fight the fridge or something?”

Bucky let out a quiet chuckle, shaking his head. “Yeah, yeah. I’ll… I’ll stay away from the appliances.”

You wrapped an arm around his waist, guiding him back toward the bedroom. “Good idea, soldier. Let’s just stick to sleeping from now on.”

As you both crawled back into bed, you couldn’t help but steal one last glance at the wrecked living room, a smirk tugging at the corner of your lips.

“Bucky?” you whispered, snuggling up next to him.

“Yeah?”

“If you ever get the urge to fight the couch again, maybe, like, wake me up first?”

He groaned, pulling the covers over his head. “Don’t remind me.”

You giggled, pressing a kiss to his shoulder. “Goodnight, Super Soldier Sleepwalker.”

“Goodnight,” he muttered, already halfway back to sleep.

But this time, thankfully, without the couch-wrestling.

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ang3ltine · 1 month ago

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𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐤 - Bucky Barnes x Maximoff freader

fluff fic & soft Bucky

a.n - Just a metal armed super soldier falling for a Maximoff. Who also happens to harbour the same feelings but is too afraid to reciprocate. Why? Because she thinks she's a freak. But Bucky convinces you otherwise.

warnings - slight mention of experiments/torture & gets kind of heated at the end but nothing too extreme

It was early morning in the Avengers tower when Steve walked in, bags in hand, and a slightly awkward Bucky trailing behind.

The kitchen counter was filled with piles of pancakes that were meticulously crafted by you.

You were quite proud of your newly found gift of baking sweet treats and wanted to make breakfast for everyone. The sound of compliments filled your ears as they dug in. They hadn't even noticed the pair standing directly behind them, until Steve cleared his throat.

"Guys, you remember Bucky," Steve gestured to the stiff man next to him. Clearly not wanting to be there.

"I know his past is... questionable. But he's not brainwashed by Hydra anymore. So I want you all to be nice and help him fit in."

The room went eerily quiet and you could see everyone's reactions were mixed. You hadn't exactly been attacked by Bucky before so you thought it was only natural for you to step in first.

"So uh Bucky was it? It's nice to finally meet you, I heard great stories about you from Steve."

Bucky was taken aback as you reached out your hand for him to shake. Your smile, no your whole presence, felt warm to him. He feels his tense shoulders relaxing as he shook your hand wordlessly with a small smile.

You introduced yourself then offered him some pancakes, which you had just taken hot off the pan. He happily obliged along with Steve as the three of them sat down to eat.

There wasn't enough space at the table with the others, so you guys opted for the couch. Steve nudged Bucky's shoulder, which made him almost choke as he mentions in a low tone. "She's single, by the way."

Steve could only laugh when he saw how annoyed yet flustered his poor friend looked.

That was 3 months ago.

Bucky was slowly starting to adjust at living with the Avengers and trying his best to make friends. So far he was close with Sam and not so surprisingly, you.

He found out that you were Wanda's sister and that you had been experimented on by Hydra just like your siblings. You had the ability to manipulate any form of light and have electricity that flows through your veins. Making you a living, breathing battery.

Hydra had also used electric shock therapy to 'tweak' your powers, which drained you both emotionally and physically.

Tony and Bruce created a suit and a pair of special gloves to help you control your powers, and with time you eventually didn't need to use them anymore. You still kept the suit though and let Tony make adjustments.

Also, who knew you'd be the perfect defibrillator in case of emergencies? You were the most relied on during missions with high risks. Which everyone was grateful for.

However, you'd constantly have night terrors and a major case of insomnia. Luckily, it's begun to die down over the years. Thanks to your friends and a certain super soldier.

No, not Stever Rogers, although he's helped you in other ways. Like easing yourself around the others when you first joined.

Bucky, of all people had been keeping a close eye on you since your first interaction. At first he would carefully observe you from a distance. But after one night when you were roaming the halls of the tower, you bumped into him.

You suggested having a movie marathon together since he couldn't sleep either. Bucky asked why you couldn't sleep and you trusted him enough to tell him about your past.

From then on, you and Bucky were inseparable. Despite the confused looks from the others, and a few teases from Natasha. You two worked well together during missions so at that point, everyone found the odd relationship to be normal.

You had just finished training and was heading to your room to take a shower. Wanda was by your side since her room is next to yours as you both made your way down the hall.

"Hmm, I can feel your mind reeling you know."

You sighed, ofcourse Wanda was going through your thoughts yet again.

"You think Bucky won't like you back? He's been giving you that look of adoration whenever you're not looking. Trust me he definitely likes you."

You wanted to believe your sister, but at the same time you were unsure. Tony sent you on multiple missions with him for a few months now but you still haven't shown Bucky the full extent of your powers.

"I'm scared wanda. Scared that he might think I'm a... freak." Your shoulders slumped as a sad look appeared on your face. "He hasn't seen how I look like when my powers are maxed out."

Wanda knows what you're talking about. Whenever you do use your full power, you start to glow from within. Making your skin look thinned out, and your hair frizz up slightly from the electricity coursing through your body.

She felt hurt knowing her baby sister felt that way about herself.

"Look at me," she stops you in your tracks and places both her hands firmly on your shoulders. "You should be proud of who you are. You're beautiful and extremely powerful, and I know that Bucky will love you regardless of what you are."

Your eyes started to glaze over as Wanda pulls you into a well deserved hug, whispering sweet nothings into your hair.

Speaking of Bucky. Sam was also determined to get his best friend to confess his feelings towards you.

They were in the kitchen preparing dinner since they came back from a mission pretty late.

Bucky already started eating his meal when you walked in. Your hair was slightly damp from the shower you had just taken. Bucky recognised the top that you were wearing and almost choked on his food.

You were wearing his tshirt that he had left behind a few nights ago. He had completely forgotten about it, and to make things worse is that you look absolutely gorgeous with it on. Not to mention, your thighs were exposed since your shorts were hidden underneath the gigantic top.

"Oh uh- hey Bucky....I didnt know you were still awake," blood rushed to your cheeks when you realised Bucky was staring directly at you with wide eyes. You had no idea he'd be here, thinking that everyone else had gone to sleep already.

Bucky cleared his throat and swiped his bowl to the side. His dinner now forgotten about and directed his attention towards you. You felt like a deer caught in headlights, you were planning on giving his shirt back but you kept on delaying up until now.

"Hey uhm...h-hi, doll."

The muscles of your cheeks began to rise as you felt yourself smile at the sweet nickname that he had given you, making you feel all giddy inside. Bucky on the other hand? Felt himself swoon whenever you gave him that smile of yours.

Sam returned from the pantry with a bottle of water in his hand with a shit eating grin on his face. Giving knowing glances between the two of you.

"It's nice to see you too Samuel."

You retorted playfully as you shook your head in amusement. Already knowing that he's going to tease the absolutely living hell out of you.

"How's your day been beautiful?"

Bucky had the sudden the urge to smack that annoying smile off of his friends face. He knows he's just trying to wind him up and it was working.

But he soon settled back down when he noticed your form taking a seat right next to him.

You fought back the urge to smile again when you noticed the tips of Bucky's turning red. He looked like a puppy begging for attention. Nonetheless you turn back to Sam to answer his question.

"My days been eventful, to say the least. I mean Tony's been doing new adjustments to my suit so it could take in more volts of energy-"

Sam nodded and promted you to carry on. You spoke about the drills you had done with wanda.

Bucky had tuned out of the conversation. He rested his head in the palm of his vibranium arm as a lovesick sigh escaped his lips.

He followed the way your mouth moved while you talked and the way your hair would bounce slightly from every gesture you'd make. Seeing the way your eyes would sparkle whenever you'd talk about something you're interested in.

Bucky considered himself lucky to be in your presence and the way the light above them gave you a warm glow. He didn't even notice the conversation dying down as you and Sam turned their heads towards him.

You looked at him with concern while Sam muffled his laugh behind his hand. He saw how smitten his best friend looked which only convinced him more to get you two together.

"Buck sweets, are you ok?" Sam let out a choked laugh at the nickname. You gave him a light glare as he calmed himself down.

Your body was fully facing the now flustered Bucky, he almost flinched out of instinct when your cold hand met his burning cheeks.

"Geez Bucky you're burning up, are you feeling ok?" You started to get worried, thinking maybe he had gotten a fever.

"Mmh I'm feelin' fine though." Bucky murmured as he looked like he was going to collapse right there in your arms. Getting absolutely drunk from the attention you were giving him.

"I'd say otherwise," Sam mumbled to himself in amusement as he excused himself, knowing that he'd teased them enough already and gave them some space.

Bucky saw the way your mouth was still moving but he couldn't focus on the words that you were saying. If this was anyone else, he wouldn't even let them touch him.

But it was you. The woman that had the ability to make his heart hurt from how lovely you were. He'd never felt so much love for someone in a long time and it kind of scares him.

You were still patting his cheek, feeling the slightly rough stuble beneath your skin. You also moved stray hairs out of his face and tucked it behind his ears. He wanted to say something but no words came out.

"Maybe we should head to the med bay to get yourself checked out." You were about to get up to leave until you felt a strong grip on your arm as Bucky made you sit back down again.

"Do you not want to go?" You asked in confusion as you tilted your head.

God you were adorable, Bucky thought to himself.

His hands reached up towards your cheeks and gently caressed them with his thumb. He was impossibly close now, his nose practically touching yours. The faint scent of your shampoo and conditioner fills his nostrils.

Your peer into his deep blue eyes, his pupils were dilated but oh so full of love.

You're not sure what to do as your breath hitches in your throat.

Bucky brushes his lips against yours, testing the waters. Not knowing if you wanted this or not. Without a second thought you pressed your lips fully against his. They molded together perfectly, you don't know why you waited so long to feel this, to feel him.

But a voice at the back of your head made you pull away. Bucky noticed the way your eyes filled with worry, knowing something was bothering you.

"C'mon doll, I'm fine," his words were slurred with a heavy accent. He swipes the bottom of your lip with his thumb. "Don't be like that."

You let out a sigh that you didn't know you was keeping in. "Would you want someone like me? I mean- don't you get freaked out whenever you see me use my powers?"

"Darlin' is that the reason why you're so hesitant?" He saw you fidget uncomfortably under his gaze as he lifts your chin up with his finger so you could look at him again.

"I didn't fall for you because of your powers. I fell for you because you're you. Besides I think you look pretty badass whenever we're assigned on a mission together."

You couldn't help but smile brightly at the compliment, all your worries leaving you in an instant. He took that as a sign to continue his previous act. His metal hand reaching back to apply a gently pressure on the lower part of your back.

The kiss was gentle yet full of desire. Head tilting the side, his hot breath mingling with yours as his tongue dragged gently across your bottom lip. Coaxing you to open your mouth. Your tongue meets his as the hand that was on your cheek slips to the back of your head, his fingers gently played with the hair at your nape.

He coerced you onto his lap, not breaking the kiss while you let out a surprised gasp. He smiled against your lips at your cute reaction as he softly grazes on your bottom lip. His kisses become more heated and full of want as he tilts your head to get better access.

The rest of the world faded around you as you both got lost in time. It was beginning to get hard to breathe as he pulls you against her to deepen the kiss. You felt a butterflies deep in your stomach that you never felt before with anyone.

Bucky could taste the slight hint of strawberry on your tongue from the candy you ate just before taking a shower. This only just fueled him to ravish you even more. He nibbled softly on your bottom lip and tugged on it pulling out a quiet moan from you.

His hands were all over you and he had a hard time keeping himself under control. Giving your hips a gentle squeeze while you sat on his lap. Literally, anyone could walk in and see you two, but clearly that wasn't on their mind at the moment.

But eventually you both had to pull away for air, your cheeks were flushed but you were content. Smiling softly down at the ravenette below you. Bucky lightly nuzzled his nose against yours and both your breaths became foggy due to the cold air in the kitchen.

"So Sunshine, can I finally call you mine?"

Before you could answer you hear the sound of muffled talking in the hallway and they were headed straight towards the kitchen.

You two quickly scrambled off eachother and tried to act casual. Bucky picked at his now cold food while you rummaged through the fridge.

"Cut the act you two. We already know what happened," a teasing voice called out.

You internally groan as you turn to see Natasha with a smirk on her face with Sam having the same amused look.

"So, are you two dating now?" Nat asks while she looks between you and Bucky.

You huffed as you made your way over to Bucky, who was already standing up from his seat. You reached up and placed a firm yet soft kiss on his cheek.

A bright faced Bucky and a shocked Natasha and Sam could only stare in disbelief at the bold action. Which only made the situation more funny.

"I guess we are," you respond with a doting smile as Bucky shared the same look he'd always have.

Lovesick.

p.s - Bucky also had to hear an earful from Wanda. He's going to have to get used to having her as a sister in law because he plans on marrying you one day.

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itzsephig5 · 12 days ago

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A phone call is written like this

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I sat up on my bed in my dorm room. I rubbed my eyes as I looked around the room. I was exhausted because I had spent most of the night in the campus lab working on a project. I rubbed my eyes before I heard my phone ringing. I let out a groan before looking at my phone and seeing that Wanda was calling me. I answered the phone and put it on speaker. "What do you want?" I grumbled. "Wow. You sound amazing." Wanda tells me. I rolled my eyes. "Did you just wake up or something?" Wanda questioned. "As a matter of fact, I did just wake up." I say. I hear her laugh over the phone. "Wow your sleep schedule sucks." She commented. "I was in the lab most of the night. I had a project to work on." I responded. "That must suck." Wanda says. I just sighed. "What do you want and why are you calling me?" I finally asked. "Oh right." Wanda says. "Did you want to meet me at the cafe? I don't have any missions or anything and I haven't seen you in person in like a month." She asked me. I think about it for a moment. "Sure. I don't really have to do my project today because I basically finished it last night. What time are we going to meet?" I say. "An hour? I have to see if Happy will drive me." Wanda says. "Yeah, in an hour works." I say. "Okay I'll see you in an hour. I love you." She tells me. "I love you too." I say before hanging up my phone.

I finally got off the bed before going to the closet and picking an outfit out for the day. When I finally finished getting ready, I noticed it was around the time that I need to get to the bus stop so I could make it to the cafe in time. I grabbed my bag before walking to the bus stop and getting on the bus. About five minutes later, I made it to the cafe. I walked into the cafe and saw that Wanda was sitting in the corner, away from everyone else, which was understandable. I walked over to where she was sitting at the table before I sat across from her. "Hey, you made it." Wanda says. I nodded my head before I noticed the coffee that was in front of me. "You didn't have to buy me the coffee." I say before taking a sip from it. "Yeah, yeah. Just keep drinking it." She says. I rolled my eyes at that. "How have you been doing? Busy with classes?" Wanda asked me. I nodded my head. "Engineering is completely different from journalism." I commented. "Well, no shit." Wanda responds. I just took another sip of my coffee. "But to be fair, you are like super smart. I mean, you graduated high school at 14, graduated NYU for the first time with a journalism degree at 18 and now you're already a sophomore at NYU for engineering at 21. That's actually insane." Wanda says. I just shrugged. "It's not that hard." I say. Wanda scoffed at that. "Bullshit. I can't even do complex math at all, let alone as quickly as you do. It's crazy." She tells me. "I'm just really good at math." I say. "Uh huh. And what's your IQ again?" Wanda asked. I let out a huff knowing she had me there. "175." I mumbled. "Exactly." She responds. We both sat and caught up with each other. "Why don't you come with me back to the compound. I want to keep hanging out with you, and there are not enough women in that place. It's too much testosterone." Wanda says. I just laughed at the last comment. "I don't know. I think I would feel awkward around everyone." I say. I wasn't completely lying, I would feel awkward, but I had other reasons that I didn't want to go there. "Oh, come on. Please!" Wanda begs. "Everyone is so nice, and I think they would really like you." She adds. I just sighed. "Okay fine, I'll come." I tell her. "Yay!" Wanda says excitedly. I finished my coffee as Wanda finished her drink. "Come on. Happy is waiting in the parking lot for me, and I'm sure he'll be okay driving you as well." Wanda says as she stood up and dragged me to the car. I noticed that it was a fancy car, but I wasn't sure why I was shocked. "Hey Happy!" Wanda says as she gets into the car making sure I also got in. "Who's your friend?" Happy asked her. "Oh, this is Y/n! We've been friends for a while now." She explained. I just waved at the guy. "Well, it's nice to meet you." The man said. I nodded. "You too." I say quietly. I noticed that Happy was looking at me through the rearview mirror, like he was trying to figure me out. "Are you guys ready to go?" He asked us. "Yeah, let's go."

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ramp-it-up · 2 months ago

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Answer Love’s Call

Summary: James Bucky Barnes WAS an avowed bachelor and one night stand artist. You came along and he fell in love. He is about to propose. But something is off. You need time to come to terms about what this love will mean in the future. And how in the world you will deal with it.

Pairing: Art Dealer (mob boss) Bucky Barnes x Reader

A/N: Okay, we're at Christmas. 😅 Hey guys. This one is close to my heart. Some of this is very personal to me, as a high functioning person who might be a little bit different. I hope you enjoy this.

This fic is in the Knock You Down AU, and comes immediately after both Worth the Fall and the Steve Rogers fic Peach VII.

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. Read at your own risk. Smut! LOTS of angst, Frumoasa is spiraling, y'all, running away, a sexy ex, jealous, spiraling Bucky, a doctor's visit surprise, Frumoasa realizes she is not nero-typical, a beautiful mountain chalet Christmas, Steve x Peach, extended family, an icicle surprise, and Bucky helps Frumoasa relax, hard. Dom/sub elements, references to bdsm, use of 'Daddy,' oral (m receiving) spanking, anal play, attempted edging, raw p in v, praise kink, breeding kink, yeah. :)

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The day after the gala, you woke up with your head pounding. You were over warm, and your heart was beating fast, although you could hear Bucky’s steady breathing beside you.

You turned and watched him for a moment, his handsome face relaxed and also, strangely, confident.

He looked so sure, so steady.

But the day before proved that you didn’t necessarily know what was coming next and that made your stomach rumble and twist in knots.

It might have been too much champagne, or it might have been the rollercoaster of emotions from the entire day before.

Your thoughts were all over the place about you and Bucky. Next week, you would be at the cabin in Vermont for the holidays, and he was planning to propose there.

Maybe? Maybe not?

The uncertainty was eating at you. Your mind was swirling.

Bucky stirred, his hand instinctively reaching for you. You let him pull you close, and you kissed him lightly on the lips.

“Morning,” he murmured, his voice thick with sleep.

Your body, as always, responded to him. Hell, the day before you’d practically attacked him. Something about the way he looked lately was making you feral.

“Morning,” you responded.

He opened those beautiful eyes still heavy with sleep and peered at you through his eyelashes.

“You good?”

You hesitated. You could tell him, you thought. You could spill every crazy thought running through your mind. But you didn’t

So you gave him the easy answer.

“Yeah, I’m good.”

He smiled, content with your answer, and closed his eyes again.

You two had tumbled into bed after the gala, very much under the influence. If Bucky had been fully awake, he would have noticed that you were not, in fact, good.

You kissed his forehead and whispered that you were getting up to pee, which earned a grunt, a nod, and side smile.

You went to the kitchen and some tea to soothe your headache and some eggs for your stomach and then sat at the bar and ate, staring out onto the landscape of New York City at Christmastime.

You had time to really sit with your thoughts. You hadn’t lied to Peach. She and Steve were perfect together; and they’d done what felt right, what made sense for them.

But what they did made you spiral, because in your head you had more time to get used to them really being together. You’d give a million dollars to harness what Peach had, that spontaneity.

Bucky Barnes pulled that out of you, but right now you were feeling unsafe, out of control.

You were wrapped up in too many feelings: the drug of loving Bucky, the extreme high of sex with him, and then your own anxiety and intrusive thoughts.

Steve and Peach were headed to Atlanta today and then on to Vermont to spend a few days on a mini-moon before everyone arrived on the 23rd.

Your phone, which had been plugged up on the bar, started to vibrate, and you saw that it was your mother. You also saw that she had called twice before.

You knew she was calling about Steve and Peach and you just couldn’t do it at the moment.

You silenced the call and then walked through the bedroom into the closet and grabbed one of the expensive luggage pieces that Bucky’d bought you.

Maybe a few days at your place would help you sort things out.

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In the middle of packing, you turned to see Bucky leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed, his expression pure frustration.

Your eyes skimmed down his bare chest, following the trail of happiness between his pecs and down those abs that you ended up licking the day before, down his delicious belly button to disappear under the waistband of the grey sweats slung low on his hips.

There was more deliciousness in there, of that you were certain.

Suddenly, you wanted to fuck him stupid again, and you wiped the corners of your mouth to make sure you weren’t drooling.

“Frumoasa, what’s going on?”

His voice was tight, controlled, but barely.

You shook your head, feeling crazy. You gripped the t-shirt (of his) you’d been packing in your hands.

“I just... I need some time,” you admitted. “Before Vermont.”

His jaw clenched and those eyes blazed.

“Time for what?”

“To think,” you said simply, not looking him in the eye.

Bucky exhaled sharply, stepping forward, crowding you.

“If something’s wrong, just tell me. We’ve got to communicate.”

You swallowed, finally meeting his blue, blue eyes.

“I just need to figure some things out first.”

His frustration emanated from him for a minute, and then, suddenly, he reached for you, pulling you against him. You melted against his hard body, like always.

“Do you want to go to Connecticut? Right now?… Because if so…”

His voice was softer now, his fingers carding through your curls. But what he said made you panic.

“No! It’s not that, Bucky…”

“If you’re doubting us….”

His voice was plaintive now and your breath caught as his scent and his warmth surrounded you. You wanted to fall into him, to let him chase away every uncertainty.

But you needed to stand on your own two feet.

“I just need space,” you whispered, even as your hands reached up and clasped around his neck, unwilling to let go.

Bucky’s forehead rested against yours.

“You say that, but I can tell that you don’t want to leave,” he murmured, his lips brushing against your temple.

Your heart thundered.

“Bucky. I need to. Please.”

His grip tightened for just a moment before he released you, stepping back.

“Then go,” he said, voice emotional.

He turned and walked out of the door, giving you a wide berth as you finished packing.

You cried as Nico drove you to your brownstone, and went straight to bed when you got there. You were emotionally exhausted.

—-

Bucky sat in his living room, spiraling, not knowing what to think.

Bucky agreed to you leaving, because what else could he do?

It didn’t make sense. The day before had been so much fun. You’d had great sex, and you looked amazing for the gala. Then there was the happy surprise about Steve and Peach.

He knew that you were over the moon for those two, but something was going on.

Had he taken too much time to propose?

But you’d only been together for a little over three months. He couldn’t help that Steve and Peach were crazy people who did crazy things.

Bucky was surer than sure that he and you belonged together.

Now you just needed to come to the same realization.

And he wasn’t going to force you.

—--

You stayed inside the entire next day, Sunday, feeling lethargic. Normally you’d be brunching or cooking with Bucky, relaxing and doing something fun.

You missed him and wondered why you weren’t with him.

At that moment, your phone rang. It was Bucky.

“Hey,” you said softly, tucking a knee up to your chest as you curled up on the couch.

“Hey,” he echoed. Damn, his voice did things to you.

“How are you?”

A lump formed in your throat at the longing in his voice.

“I’m okay...”

Silence.

Then he asked, “Are you eating?” You blinked, surprised.

“What?”

“You get caught up in your head when you’re stressed,” he said, his voice quiet. “I don’t want you forgetting to take care of yourself.”

Damn you loved this man. He knew you so well.

“I’m fine, Bucky.”

“I sent something over.”

Before you could respond, there was a knock at your door. You opened it to find Nico with a delivery bag, the scent of thai food in the air. Your chest tightened as you looked up at Nico.

“Bucky...” you whispered into the phone.

“You don’t have to say anything,” he murmured. “Just eat. And call me anytime. I love you, Frumoasă. I miss you. I’ll see you on Friday.”

He hung up and tears slipped down your cheeks as you took the food from Nico. You gave him a hug and said goodbye and then held the warm container in your hands behind a closed door.

One thing was for sure, James Buchanan Barnes still knew exactly how to love you, even when you were running from him.

—-

The next few days were busy. You had to tie up year end things at the Center to prepare for the three week holiday shut down. You threw yourself into it and tried not to miss Bucky too much even though you two shared brief check-ins.

But your thoughts were scattered, your headache wouldn’t go away, and your stomach was unsettled. Plus, your emotions were on a rollercoaster.

You made a doctor’s appointment for Thursday. You didn’t want to bring a bug to the cabin to spread to everyone.

On Wednesday you got a visit from an old friend.

Around noon, you turned around to a different version of blue-eyed and tall, dark, and handsome.

“Terry!”

Your last ex-boyfriend was standing in your place of work.

“Hey girl. You looking good.”

You flushed at that smile and the way he eyed you was reminiscent of times gone by. And that voice. That was a thing once upon a time.

“Terry, What are you doing here?”

He sucked his teeth and shook his head at you.

“I can’t get a hug?”

You swatted at his arm and obliged, as Nico pulled out his phone to call Bucky outside.

—--

As soon as you walked in your door that afternoon your phone rang.

“Is that why you’re pulling away from me? You have another man?”

You pulled back and stared at your phone. Then you realized. Fucking Nico.

“Bucky, what the hell–”

Bucky interrupted you.

“I had to know you were safe, and then I’m told that you had a date with this guy Richmond.I wavered between coming to kill him immediately and letting you make your choice and tell me yourself, but I couldn’t wait.”

“Bucky…”

“Just tell me the truth, Y/N!”

“You gonna let me talk?”

Bucky was silent.

��The truth is I had lunch with an ex who also was a good friend to talk about his upcoming wedding.”

There was silence on the line. Bucky cleared his throat.

“Oh.”

“Yeah. ‘Oh.’”

You sucked your teeth.

“Anything else you wanna know, James?”

“Frumoasa, I’m sorry, I–”

“Don’t Bucky. I’ll see you in a couple of days. Bye.”

You hung up and cried, yet again.

You didn’t know what was happening.

—---

The next day, you sat on the crinkly paper in your Doctor Phillips’ office in complete shock.

She reached out and shut your mouth for you because it was hanging open.

“But….I’m on birth control.”

You looked at her as if she had three heads. She smiled indulgently at you.

“You know that’s not 100%. Have you had unprotected sex with anyone?”

You giggled, thinking just how much unprotected sex you’d had with Bucky. Then you started crying. She handed you a tissue, used to emotions with things like this.

It all made sense now.

The nausea you’d brushed off, the exhaustion, the moods, the uncertainty, the fear knotting in your stomach. You should have known.

It wasn’t just about you and Bucky.

It was about this.

A baby.

“Well, speaking of sex, I have a kind of... A delicate question.”

When you asked, you’d managed to shock doctor Phillips, but she soon recovered.

—-

Your mother was silent for a long time before whispering, “Oh, sweetheart...”

“Please don’t tell Peach,” you added quickly. “I don’t want to interrupt her honeymoon.”

You also knew that she would tell Steve and he would tell…

“Bucky doesn’t know yet.”

Another long pause.

“What are you going to do? Are you going to tell him?”

You swallowed.

“I don’t know how. We argued the last time we spoke. And I don’t want him to marry me just because I’m pregnant.”

“Honey, he’s gonna marry you no matter what. And you’re never going to get away from that man now that you’re carrying his child.”

You chewed your lip, still unsure.

“You think so, Ma?”

“Baby, I know so.”

As you spoke, you received pics of Steve and Peach looking deliriously happy in Vermont, glowing with happiness. They’d sent it to both of you. You cried on the phone with your mother and came to a decision.

When you hung up, you started packing.

—--

On Friday afternoon, you landed in Stowe and Nico was there to pick you up.

You were glad to see him despite the drama with Terry. The 30 minute drive was quiet and serene, beautiful on snow plowed roads.

When the chalet came into view, you gasped.

It was picture-perfect, nestled deep in the Vermont mountains, blanketed in fresh snow. Twinkling lights lined the porch railings and they made Bucky, who was standing on the front porch waiting for you, look mysterious.

It was idyllic.

As you exited the SUV, Bucky came down and extended his hand to help you up the snow covered stairs. You looked up at him and he was staring at you with those ice blue eyes.

—-

You stood there, looking up at him, and and Bucky thought, fuck, she’s gorgeous. It was like he was seeing you for the first time again. His eyes traced the thick curves that made his blood run hot, and those eyes that are wide and still uncertain made him a little weak.

He couldn't tear his eyes away from you and it felt like the air had been knocked out of his lungs.

He didn’t know why you ran from him earlier in the week, but damn, he was certain that he would run through any wall for you.

Bucky bit his lip and his hands instinctively balled into fists as he took you in.

Your sweater accented your full breasts and he swore he saw the thick, stiff peaks of your nipples through it, making him thirsty. Your jeans molded thick thighs and wide hips that make his cock throb.

There was something about you today that made him want to take you down, but he was going to follow your lead. He needed to see where your head was at.

—

Bucky’s breath made vapors in the cold air and his eyes locked onto yours as he grabbed you, pulling you into his arms.

“You came back to me,” he murmured against your hair, his voice rough. “I’m sorry about the other day, Frumoasă. I’ve been crazy since you left.”

You pressed your face to his chest, a lump forming in your throat.

“Yeah, that was crazy, but I get it, Bucky.”

You pulled back and looked up into his eyes.

“I had to come. I love you, Bucky Barnes.”

His hands cupped your face, his lips brushing yours, slow and searching.

“Then don’t leave me. Ever again, Frumoasă.”

You nodded and clung to him, sniffling.

He pulled back and looked down at you.

“Let’s get you out of this cold.”

Inside, the scent of pine and cinnamon filled the air, and the chalet was decorated for the holidays with a huge tree with a massive stone fireplace. The view in the waning afternoon sunlight was of the mountains, and it was gorgeous.

“Wow, Bucky.”

He was taking your coat as you took in the sights. Of course the place was top notch.

“Where are the happy couple?”

Bucky chuckled.

“Their chalet is down the road. Rebirth owns this property and there are three other chalets just like this.”

You thought you were used to how rich Bucky was, but this rocked you. This was quite a world you might be committing to.

“Yeah, they need privacy. Probably fucking each other on every available surface.”

Bucky laughed. And then raised his eyebrow at you, eyes dark.

“It seems the thing to do.”

You grew warm and cleared your throat as he licked his lips.

“Where is my room?”

Bucky gave you an ominous look and moved closer.

“Oh, we have more than enough rooms for everyone, Frumoasă. But I’m not spending one more night away from you.”

Your body reacted despite you, causing you to stutter.

“B-but my mother–”

“--Almost insisted on it when I spoke to her earlier this week. She told me she spoke to you the other day. They are only here for one night, it will be fine.”

You followed him into the master suite, your wheels turning.

“What all did Karen have to say?”

Did Bucky know? He couldn’t know. Your mom wouldn’t do that.

“She just told me you’ve always had a habit of pushing people away when you feel like you’re losing control.”

You sighed in relief. She hadn’t told him.

“I wasn’t trying to go behind your back,” he murmured. “I’m just trying to understand. Because I love you. And I want to fix it.”

You sighed and relaxed a little. Bucky still wanted you. You took his hand.

“Nothing is broken, Bucky. I’m sorry I ran from you. I was questioning myself. Not you.”

“Okay.”

But he looked uncertain. Could you have decided that you didn’t need him after all? That you didn’t want him?

You started to walk away to find the bedroom and Bucky pulled you back to him by catching one of your hands. He pressed himself against you and looked down into your eyes.

“Frumoasă,” he said, his voice almost pleading.

“Tell me you still want us.”

“I still want us. I need us, Bucky. You’re right. I was feeling out of control, but yesterday I realized that what may be coming for us is some beautiful chaos. And if you’ll help me, I’m ready for it.”

You looked into his beautiful eyes, and then your fingers pulled on his sweater and your lips met his.

The kiss was almost brand new, the tension between you arcing like electricity. He kissed you back with everything he had, his hands roaming all over your body.

It was heated. It was urgent as a motherfucker.

And it was everything you two hadn’t been able to say.

“Later, we will talk about control.”

Bucky ran his thumb over your lips as he looked like he had delicious sensual plans for you later. He let you go just as your panties got ruined.

—--

That afternoon, your mother and Ray arrived just after Steve and Peach came over to make pizzas in the custom pizza oven for dinner. After that, you all decorated the Christmas tree around the fireplace.

It was picture perfect, with you and Peach drooling over Bucky and Steve in their fair isle sweaters. You had a lot of fun, and you drank water all night long. You caught up with Peach, warm in the glow of the love of everyone most important to you.

Bucky watched you, curious about what was different about you, but didn’t say anything.

By the time the night was over, you crashed, sleep overtaking you almost before your head hit the pillow. Bucky didn’t complain, he just held you close, thankful that you were back in his arms.

On Christmas Eve morning, some ventured out to ski and snowboard. You pleaded a headache and Bucky didn’t question you, but he filed that away for later. You and your mom stayed inside as you warned everyone else to be careful. You shook your head at Peach’s daredevil antics, but Peach was gonna Peach.

Nico was celebrating the holidays in another chalet with his family and had the week off.

You and your mom talked about a lot. And a lightbulb went off in your head. Your mom was teary and you were amazed that it took over 30 years for you both to realize. But it was going to be okay.

That night snow blanketed the trees outside, and the fireplace crackled as everyone gathered around the fireplace after dinner. Bucky stayed close, touching you almost always, even if it was just his hand on yours. The proximity to him was what you needed, and you wanted to just burrow yourself in his chest. But you had to tell him.

Steve and Peach were in their own world, stealing kisses by the fireplace, by the tree, lost in their honeymoon bliss. You watched them, their happiness so effortless, so light, and you knew that you could be there too, with Bucky.

Every time his hand brushed against yours, you felt the pull. Every time he looked at you like you were his whole world, you wanted to close the distance.

For the first time in days, you felt like maybe you were exactly where you needed to be.

After Christmas Eve brunch, you curled up with your hot cocoa and a book by the window by which Bucky and Steve built a snowman earlier.

Peach wouldn’t let you live your life in peace, because she insisted on recounting the time you two got into a fight over homework when you were eleven. Your mother was joining in, supplying details to Ray and Steve and to Bucky, who was paying attention, stealing glances at you and absentmindedly fiddling with his phone.

“And then she says, ‘How dare you ask me if I need help, I don’t need your help—’”

A loud CRACK interrupted Peach’s story, and a resounding thunk echoed from the eaves of the cabin.

Everyone jumped, looking toward the porch as a massive icicle snapped from the roof, crashing into the snow.

“Whoa,” Peach said, blinking. “That thing could’ve killed someone.”

You looked at Bucky. And he looked pleased with himself. You were instantly suspicious.

“Oh, wow,” he said, standing up and walking toward the door.

“That’s crazy. Totally random.”

Steve scoffed and Peach shot him a look. They knew something.

“Bucky…”

He ignored you, opening the door and crouching down in the snow, picking up the icicle like it was some priceless artifact.

He brought it inside and placed it, dripping wet on the table. Everyone gathered around to see that there was something inside that looked like a lump of coal.

Bucky looked at you gaping at it, and then: he broke it in half.

You gasped. Because inside, tucked into the hollowed-out core, was a small black velvet box. Your stomach dropped.

“Oh my God,” you whispered.

Bucky turned to you, his eyes soft, full of something so deep and certain that it stole the air from your lungs. Your entire body went still. And it was just you and Bucky.

His warm smile and the way the love in his eyes as he popped the box open to reveal a breathtaking and huge emerald cut diamond ring that looked like a block of ice and sparkled like the snow.

Everybody went silent.

Bucky exhaled, then spoke, his voice steady but thick.

“For years, I thought I had everything I needed,” he said, the words warm despite the crisp night outside.

“But then you came along. And suddenly, nothing felt full unless you were in it. Not my house, not my days, not my arms.”

Everyone leaned in, watching and waiting.

Bucky took a deep breath, then, finally, sank to one knee.

Your heart stopped.

“You are… “ Bucky stopped, choked up. “…The love of my life,” he said, pulling out the ring and looking up at you with that devastating certainty.

“And I want forever with you.”

You let out a choked laugh, “You hid my ring in an icicle?,” you whispered.

Bucky grinned up at you. “Damn right I did.”

“Y/N/L/N, Will you marry me?”

A half-laugh, half-sob escaped you. And then, without thinking, you threw yourself at him, knocking you both back onto the floor.

“YES!” you shouted, kissing him senseless as the entire family erupted into cheers.

“That was the most ridiculous, perfect Christmas proposal ever!” Peach was full on sobbing with joy as she said it.

Steve clapped Bucky on the back and gave him a hug as he helped him up.

You and Peach and your mom were cooing over the ring as the men watched.

“You better take care of that little girl, James. She’s special.”

Bucky looked at him, emotional.

“Yes, Sir. That’s my mission in life.”

——

After Bucky and Steve drove your parents to the airport to be in Brooklyn for Ray’s grandkids’ Christmas morning, you and Peach had a good long talk about everything but the baby. You had to tell Bucky next.

But you did tell her about your other realization.

“I always knew you thought differently. It is just so cool the way you can see things from different angles. But yeah, you don’t do surprises well.”

“It just feels so freeing to finally be able to name what I was feeling sometimes. Being labeled as gifted didn’t help anyone from noticing that my mind probably is atypical.”

“Girl, none of us is typical, but yeah. Being labeled as gifted sucked sometimes. But sometimes it’s kinda hot. Tell me about your praise kink and I’ll tell you about mine.”

Peach grinned at you as you laughed. Bucky and Steve walked in right at that moment.

“Oh shit, Steve. Seems like we came back just in time.”

You shook your head as Bucky came and sat on the couch between you two and reached into the bowl of popcorn you’d been sharing. Steve just reached for Peach and she floated up into his arms.

“On second thought I think I’ll let Steve tell me about it in our chalet. Oh!”

Peach was up and over Steve’s shoulder as he hauled her out of the door. You giggled and waved at her as she swatted his ass with one hand and waved back at you.

Bucky was looking at you with a scorching hot gaze, and you leaned over to kiss him, licking the butter off of his lips.

“What were we saying about a praise kink, my beautiful good girl?”

You shivered and bit your lip, but scooted away from him on the sofa. You couldn’t be distracted.

“Can we talk about that later? I’ve got something to tell you.”

Bucky’s stomach dropped, then did somersaults. Had you been too embarrassed to tell him no earlier? Were you going to dump him? He nodded and took your hand, twisting the huge rock on your finger. He was unable to form coherent words, he was so worried.

“Bucky…I’m pregnant.”

The words hit him like a punch to the gut. He pulled back slightly, mind spinning as the room seemed to shift around him.

Pregnant. Buck stared at you, unable to process.

“I didn’t know until yesterday,” you whispered, your eyes filled with emotion.

“It explains a lot about what I’ve been feeling. And I didn’t know how to tell you.”

Bucky dreamed of getting you pregnant, but this was a detour from his plans. And he knew how you felt about surprises.

“My sweet, sweet angel Frumoasă. I’m sorry I didn’t realize…”

Bucky took your hand again and pulled you toward him so that you rested in his arms. He kissed you on the top of your head. He knew one thing: it was you and he and your family for the rest of his life. He wasn’t going anywhere.

“You okay with this? I know this wasn’t in your plans–”

He cupped your face, his thumb brushing across your cheek. And he smiled. That’s when you knew everything would be alright.

“Okay? I’m over the moon, Baby. I love you. Nothing changes that. We’re starting something new. A family. And I’ll be by your side for every step.”

He looked into your eyes and saw relief, but anxiety was still there.

“Whatever comes next, we’ll face it together. And this time, I’m not going to let you go anywhere.”

“Are you sure?” you were breathless at his certainty.

He leaned in, kissing you softly but passionately.

“I’m sure,” He whispered against your lips. “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.”

“There’s something else, Bucky…”

You told him your suspicions and Bucky was unmoved.

“I wouldn’t be surprised. But you have a beautiful mind, Love. I told you that I love the way you think the first time I met you.”

The way Bucky beamed at you with acceptance was so fucky sexy. You need him inside you like your next breath. Your kiss told him that.

“I see.”

Bucky stood up, you in his arms.

“Let’s go to bed.”

He walked into the beautiful bedroom with the huge picture window looking out onto the winter night. There was lots of moonlight reflected into the room from the snow, even with the lights off.

He laid you on the bed and you rolled away from him, reaching for your phone on the nightstand. He gave you an incredulous look as you fiddled with it.

“What are you doing?”

You bit your lip, a little bit afraid. God you needed that feeling. To turn your brain off.

“I asked Dr. Phillips a few specific questions about sex during pregnancy.”

Bucky stared at you.

“About rougher sex…” You gulped as he raised his eyebrow. “I forwarded an article.”

Bucky walked around the bed and took his phone in hand, glancing at it, and then at you, a smirk on his face. You scrambled backward and scurried into the bathroom.

“Gonna take a shower, be right back.”

You tried to turn your brain off as you went under the hot water jets. But what you truly needed was in the next room.

You came back in and Bucky was standing by the bed, in just his jeans, shirtless. The fire was roaring and he looked cold. You shuddered as he pointed to the furry rug by the bed.

You obeyed, shedding your robe and kneeling, eyes cast down. You saw his bare feet come to stand in front of you.

“You are trying to control things again, Frumoasă, sending me an article about BDSM during pregnancy. You need to learn that there are times that I’m in control in the bedroom. And I decide what happens and when.”

He reached down and tipped your chin up, looking at you with narrowed steel blue eyes.

“Now, I will teach you that lesson so that you should remember it. And although this room is sound proofed, and we are alone in this house, you need to keep quiet.”

You just stared at him, mind going almost completely blank.

He tapped you on your jaw lightly.

“Do you understand?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

Bucky smiled at that, but then the sunshine went away. His smile dropped.

“And you don’t cum until I tell you to.”

Holy fuck.

“Yes, Daddy.”

Bucky’s eyes shuttered at your hoarse tone, but he stayed strong. His hands went for his zipper and you wiggled, your wetness seeping down your naked thighs. He smacked you in the face with his cock and you suppressed a giggle.

“Stay still.”

You looked up at him, eyes twinkling now.

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Now be a good girl and open your mouth. Let me see that throat.”

You do as you’re told, opening wide and saying, ‘ahhhhh.’

Bucky stroked himself right there in front of you as you drooled for him.

“That’s a sweet little slut. Suck me just a little bit, baby. That mouth last week was heaven.”

He rubbed the tip of his flared head along your lips and then groaned as those lips closed around him. You sucked it like it’s the best lollipop you’d ever had.

“Fuck!”

His voice was deeper now, and it made you even wetter.

Your eyes fluttered closed and you hummed around his cock because you were in heaven. There was just this.

Just now.

You tried to take him deeper, but he didn’t let you, dragging you up gently by your arm. You stood as he sat on the edge of the bed, and then reached for you, gracefully depositing you across his lap due to his strength. Your breasts just happened to end up atop his hard cock as his large hand caressed your ass.

“You deserve a spanking for leaving me, Frumoasa. Three on each side. Count. And that is the only sound I should hear.”

You were disappointed at so few, but you knew he was going easy on you. Yet you didn’t try to push him. Not tonight.

Bucky spanked you hard, three times on each cheek, and you counted dutifully, your voice growing more ragged with each crack on your ass.

“Goood fucking girl. You took those so well.”

He reached down into your wetness with two as you squirmed on his lap because of his teasing. You wanted him inside you so bad.

“Fuck, you’re soooo wet.”

His voice was full of lust and you felt his cock pulse pre cum onto your nipples. You pussy was clenching and pulsing like crazy.

Bucky smeared your juices up and around your anus, careful not to penetrate, but driving you mad as the rough pad of his fingers played outside. You wantonly tried to push back on him, but he didn’t let you.

Bucky tsked.

“Remember, you are not in control right now. I am. That is what you need, my Love.”

His words hit you like a mack truck and your orgasm came without warning, crashing over you as your sensitive cunt clenched down around nothing.

“Damn, Frumoasă,” You could hear the smile in his voice. “I barely touched you. But I told you to ask permission. You’ll answer for that later.”

You shivered as Bucky shifted, picking you up and depositing you on your back, spreading your legs and looking at your glistening center. A thin web of his precum connected his cock to your tis, and he took himself in one hand as he smeared his fluid around your nipples.

You shuddered and bit back a moan. You were so sensitive.

His eyes were glued to your wet center as you watched his hand almost blur on his cock. You arched your back.

He tilted his head as that tongue snaked out against his lips.

“…Are you…?” His eyes slid down your body and back up to your eyes.

“Cum for me again, Frumoasă.”

You did are you were told, arching as he rubbed your nipples and twisted them gently.

“Damn. So responsive. For me. So good.”

He was climbing on the bed, kneeling between your open legs now. Then he was on top of you, kissing you, his tongue twining with yours as his cock rubbed against your cunt. Finally, he plunged inside you.

“Yesssss,” you hissed. Every thrust made you writhe beneath him. Bucky’s cock was perfect, filling you just right.

Your eyes sought his.

“Can I make noise now?”

Bucky covered your mouth in another deep kiss.

“Yes, Frumoasă. Let me hear you.”

His hands slid down to cup your ass, holding you close as he increased his pace.

“Tighter,” you whimpered. “Harder.”

“All for you,” Bucky promised. Your pussy fluttered around him.

“Don’t let me go,” you pleaded.

“Never,” Bucky soothed, stroking your thighs. “I’ll never let you go.”

You writhed as he held you down firmly, driving faster.

“Bucky!”

You grew more frantic beneath him, and he lengthened his strokes, anchoring your arms to the pillow. His cock throbbed inside you, causing you to cry out.

He leaned down and blew on your nipples and you keened, then he captured your lips, and you kissed him back like you were starving.

“I’ve got you,” he whispered. “You deserve everything I give you. I’m going to tell you again and again how good you are.”

You squirmed, thrashing beneath him, and his grip tightened on your wrists.

“You’re my favorite girl. You’re beautiful and perfect. You’re so good that I’m going to give you all my cum.”

“Say it again,” you begged.

“My good, good girl,” he whispered

“I’m going to come inside you, because that’s where I belong. We’re going to make lots of beautiful babies, Frumoasă. Now cum around my cock.”

You let out a wail. Your mind went blank as Bucky thrust deep inside you, pouring all his cum into you.

All you could see and feel was him.

Finally, he pulled out, looking utterly dazed, and kissed you on the forehead.

“I fucking love you, Bucky.”

His arms came up around you.

“I love you too. I love everything about you. You’re going to make a wonderful mother.” You were sated, excited and calm now.

“We should tell Peach and Steve.”

“Later,” you said at the same time, and burst out laughing.

“But let’s not wait too long,” you said.

“Tomorrow,” Bucky murmured.

“After I make you breakfast?”

He kissed you on the nose.

“Yes, that’s perfect. Daddy.”

You climbed on top of him, resting your head on his chest. He stroked your back as you felt his cock perk up again.

“Daddy…”

You sat up on him, rolling your hips. Bucky looked at you, his eyes on your swaying, and yes bigger breasts.

“You’re gonna be the death of me…”

You moved to get off of him.

“You’re right, you can’t have a heart attack now, we’ve got a child to think of.”

Bucky grabbed you and hauled your leg over his so that you were straddling him again. His grin was wide.

“Get that ass back here…”

It was almost Christmas morning, and you had every gift you wanted, right there in that bed.

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daddysfangirls-marvel · 6 months ago

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Polyamorous: Inexperience pt.2

*Bonus*

Stucky x reader/Stever Rogers x reader x Bucky Barnes

Warning: fluff, smut

Polyamorous Material List

Deja Vu.

That's what Steve was feeling as he walked into his bedroom with nothing but a towel around his waist. He didn't stand in the middle of the room this time instead sitting on the bed next to Bucky.

(Y/n) wasn't here, She was actually having a sleepover with Bucky's sisters. It was just them this time around. Steve was kind of wishing she stayed right now. He was very nervous, more so than what he had been when he was with (Y/n). Actually he imagined that this was how nervous she had been on that night seeing as she was on the 'receiving' end as he would be.

They talked about it, and this is what Steve wanted. He wanted to feel Bucky in that way. He felt ready for it, even if he was nervous about it.

Steve cleared his throat. " So how is this going to happen? How do we do this?"

"However you want," Bucky said, leaning back on his hands and smiling. Steve didn't like that. Here he was, nervous to high hell, and he was just leaning back, sexy and relaxed.

"I'd like to be on top."

"We can do that"

"And you need to take off your clothes."

"I can do that," Bucky said, smiling as he leaned forward, buttoning his shirt. " Do you want to help me?"

Steve shakes his head as Bucky stands up in front of him. Steve watched as Bucky slowly unbuttoned his shirt, letting it slip off and fall to the floor. He pulled off his tank top.

The way he moved, the way he smiled as his hands moved slowly. It reminded Steve of those girlie shows where they teased and danced in front of you. Bucky was moving just like them, if not better.

"Are you sure you don't want to help?" he asked as he began to unbuckle his belt.

"You're too cocky," Steve said as he blushed " Take it all off."

"whose cocky now"

Reaching forward, Steve finished pulling his belt all the way off and began unbuttoning his pants. He pulled them down, and that's where things slowed down, with the tent of his boxers in his face.

"We can stop right here," Bucky said. " It doesn't need to go any further."

"No, I want to." Steve stood up, letting the towel fall to the floor, and Bucky pulled his boxers down, leaving them both naked. Bucky leaned down, kissing him gently. It was soft at first, but soon it turned eager, teeth biting and tongues licking. Bucky pulled him closer, pressing their bodies closer. Steve stood on his toes and wrapped his arms around his shoulder.

"shit," Steve whimpered as Bucky wrapped his hand around his cock. He slowly began to stroke him. His other hand moved towards his backside and gave him a good squeeze. He flinched.

"We don't have to go all the way," Bucky said as his finger gently massaged his hole.

"Do you want to stop?"

"No"

"No-"

"Then please stop asking. I want to be with you. I want this," Steve said, biting his lips. He pulled him towards the bed and pushed him onto it. " Please, before I lose my confidence, let's make whoopee." Bucky laughed as Steve climbed onto him. His eagerness was very evident.

Bucky took Steve's hand, grabbing both of them and helping him stroke them. Steve bit his lip while Bucky moaned at the feeling of his cock against him, feeling his fingers against him. He watched as Steve's cock began to leak cum. He arched his back as the cum fell onto his stomach. He showed Steve how to spread and use the cum.

"So good," he praised him." Doing so good."

As Steve's strokes began to flatter, Bucky took over, stroking them faster, even faster. Steve moaned as he pushed into Buck's hand and cursed as he arched his back. Bucky let go of himself, focusing on Steve pumping faster.

"No"

Everything stopped. Bucky immediately let go."Are you okay? What's wrong? Can you breathe?"

Steve was panting and breathing really heavily, making him worry about a possible asthma attack.

"I just- I just don't ...want to cum" Steve got out through pants.

Bucky just smiled and leaned forward, kissing his neck and chest. "Take your time."

He took a couple of minutes. Bucky continued to kiss his neck.

"how do we do this?" Steve asked

Bucky reached for the bedside table." With this," he showed him a tube of Vaseline. It should help make going in smoother and less painful." He reached again, this time for a condom.

"Do we have to?" he stopped. "I mean, I cleaned like you told me to. What happens if we don't use it?"

"I don't-I've never...You'll have to go to the bathroom later."

"Okay, let's do it. No condom."

"Okay, Okay," Bucky said, putting the condom back on the table. He opened the tube, squeezing some onto his fingers. Steve moved onto his knees. He holds onto Bucky's shoulders as he reaches behind him.

Steve held on tight as he felt two fingers push inside of him. He felt them move around, stretching him. "oh," he said as a third slipped into him, stretching him even further. Removing his fingers, he squeezed more onto it and rubbed it onto his cock.

"ready?"

Steve nodded. He kissed Bucky before he started lowering himself. He hissed as he felt the stretch, nothing like his fingers. He kept going. Bucky held on to him but let him go at his own pace. It took some time, but he managed to take all of it.

"It feels weird."

"bad?"

"No, just strange. I'm going to move now."

He started off slow at first shallow thrust. The pain was there, but soon enough became pleasure. He pulled Bucky into a kiss as it started to feel good. He moaned into his mouth.

Bucky pulled lying down. " Go ahead. You said you wanted to be on top."

Steve placed both of his hands on Bucky's chest. Raising his hips, he started to bounce harder. " Fuck, that's right. So good. Fucking perfect." Bucky praised him. He felt so fucking good, the feeling of being inside of his warm, the way his ass bounced against him, the sounds he made-fuck- the sounds they made.

Bucky held on to the bed frame as he watched his cock disappear into Steve. As he watched Steve's cock bounce and drip.

"Stevie, oh fuck" he curses as he feels himself twitch and leak.

Steve moaned as he clenched around him. He could feel himself on the edge, about to cum. And so was Bucky.

"FUCK" Bucky shouted. It all happened so fast. One second, Steve was on top bouncing on his cock, and the next, Steve was on his back, head over the edge of the bed, his legs wrapped around Bucky's waist and him pounding into him. Steve whimpered and pulled at the sheets as he found himself cumming.

The site of Steve cumming, his chest covered in his own cum was enough to send him over the edge. He managed to pull out in time and painted Steve in his cum as well.

Good thing he was spent, or else he'd be coming again.

Bucky held Steve up under the shower spray as he helped him wash.

"Thank you," Steve whispered against.

"For what?"

"I don't know. Doing this, being here, loving me despite.... thank you."

"Steve, you never have to thank me for loving you. And I don't care what the rest of the world thinks of us or what we're doing. They're outside, and we're in here. Just us."

They held each other as they water washed over them.

Just them.

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pandagirl45 · 2 years ago

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Bucky: *removed the mask for the first time show scarred cheeks and mouth with teeth like a wolf*

Tony, bright red: fuuu-

Steve and Natasha: *covers his mouth*

Steve:...not the reaction we were excepting

#tony stark #bucky barnes #winteriron #headcanon that tony likes being bit?#it seems like it #lol #bucky barnes and his messed up dna #a more scarred up bucky #tony stark x bucky barnes #natasha romanov #stever rogers

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aww-canon-no · 3 years ago

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WSC: Bucky Barnes, for crimes as the Winter Soldier, you're sentenced to death. You'll be hung

Steve Rogers (from the back): HE'S ALREADY HUNG!

Bucky: Your honor, please un-cuff me so I can high-five my husband.

#incorrect quotes #marvel #bucky barnes #the winter soldier #captain america #steve rogers #stucky #bucky x steve #steve x bucky #stever rogers x bucky barnes #bucky barnes x steve rogers

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unabashed-lover-of-fictional-men · 2 years ago

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Well I didn't ask for angst today but boy howdy did I get it and also enjoy it. Steve making stupid choices then trying to back out of them made me angry but I was happy that nobody gave him any sympathy. Glad the reader ended up with who she should have been with the whole time and I'm glad Steve knew how royally he messed up.

Cheating!Steve x reader, Bucky x reader

Oh look, more cheating Steve with sweetheart Bucky to save us

A/N: Last year someone asked me for some mad angsty fic and I posted and deleted it so quick because it was god awful. Just awful. However, I had kept a draft of it cause even though I hated it and everything about it, I didn't want it gone forever. Upon rereading it recently...I kinda like it. So I decided to change some stuff (like most of the entire plot), switch around characters (I'm a Bucky girl) and repost. If you want to see the OG fic, I can post it again or just edit this to add it under the new version

Steve couldn't stand seeing you like this. In the hospital room, the needles prodding you, it all reminds him of hydra and the things he had seen on numerous missions. When you almost die, he's thrown back into the spiral where he has no hope for a future. And nothing changes after you get better. You had almost died once. Missions were getting riskier and you weren't always in the clear. In his mind, everything good in his life leaves him or gets ripped away eventually. Peggy was a prime example of that. It's just a matter of time.

Even in your injured state, your attention was all on Steve. You knew how much he hated seeing you hurt. It sent him into a dark place few people had witnessed. As soon as your eyes fluttered open, your tired eyes met his red rimmed, puffy ones. For days, every time you try to bring him back to you, he has his walls built up again.

He won't let himself love you more.

He drinks.

He drinks enough to get drunk. It takes bottle after bottles but he doesn't care. He doesn't care about anything any more. So much so, he decides to seek the warmth of someone else.

Because you almost left him.

You could die so easily.

You almost did.

Nothing matters any more. His moans of pleasure are empty but he's wrapped around her none the less. He doesn't stop until his body can't move, too exhausted to even think about guilt.

You have it all planned out. You were finally released from the hospital and the first thing you wanted to do was spend time with Steve. The team had left the compound so you could set up a movie night for you and the captain, you don't want to let him slip from your grasp, not after all you'd been through together. You didn't go through hell and back to lose him like this. You fought for your life to pull through.

There are snacks laid out on the table, a movie pulled up, some hot chocolate made just for you and him. You shuffle nervously, your heart beating erratically. You didn't spend 4 years with him just for this to end because you nearly died. No. He was worth the fight. His cold demeanor was not towards you but towards the fear of losing you. And that fear was from love. Love you both shared deeply for each other.

You knew he got back from the bar late; if he was too drunk then you'd help him to his room and talk to him in the morning. It was a new habit of his but you understood.

Except he never came. He always made it home. Not tonight.

Steve stumbled in the next morning, rubbing his eyes, seeing a small sleeping form on the sofa, snacks and some drinks laid out in the living room. He swallowed thickly when he sees you get up from the couch wearing one of his hold hoodies, making your way towards him.

"Steve?"

You have a soft smile on your face, but it drops when you get a closer look at him. Tears prickle at your eyes when you see the way his neck is littered in bruises, his skin still flushed. He can't look you in the eyes, not after what he'd just done.

"I-

You freeze before him, you don't want to ask. You don't want to know. The broken expression his face is enough for you. You wordlessly leave the living room, locking yourself in, giving FRIDAY instructions to make sure no one can enter.

"Did you talk to y/n" Bucky asks excitedly when he sees Steve sitting in the living room. He knows how excited you were about the movie night, spending days planning every last detail. His excitement drops when he sees the food untouched and you're nowhere to be seen. "Where is she?"

Steve remains silent, staring at his hands. The rest of the team enter the living room, hoping to find you both curled on the couch, but no. Nat's eyes narrow when she sees the hickeys on Steve's neck but something tells her they're not from you, you've never marked him like that before, you've always been so gentle with him.

"How could you?" She hissed, while the rest of the team look at her in confusion. It doesn't take long for them to piece things together. And it's a mess.

You come down to the living room, both Sam and Tony holding Bucky down on the couch while he glares at Steve, his hands still in fists. They all turn towards you with broken eyes, this is not what they ever wanted for you. The second he sees you, he breaks down. You're numb to his cries, his pleas.

He finds you leaving the compound at 1:00 AM from where he's still seated on the couch, something you'd never done before.

"Baby? Where are you going"

You ignore him, making your way to the garage. You were never able to sleep since and staying in bed only left you alone with your thoughts.

"I-I need some space. Don't worry about where I'm going"

"Y/n, please, just let me explain"

"No"

"I made a mistake, I-

"I don't care. I just want need some air"

"Promise me you'll come back?"

You shake your head, you can't even look at Steve. You scoff, shoving past him, not caring when he hisses in pain. His cheek is bruised, spots of dark purple and blue bloom around his eye and you'd seen Nat icing Bucky's hand earlier.

"Y/n, please angel, I-I just want to talk, just promise me you'll come back?"

"I promise" You reluctantly mumble, hopping on your motor bike and speeding off before Steve can call after you again.

You loved him so much.

You fought so hard to pull through for him, you heard every word he'd said to you when you were unconscious.

Tears clouded your vision.

It all happens too fast for you to comprehend.

The car doesn't see you.

The bend is sharp.

You bike is sent over the edge.

Darkness.

It's been a week.

You still haven't woken up.

It's all his fault. It doesn't matter that the driver was intoxicated. It didn't matter that it was dark out. You wouldn't have left the compound if he hadn't done what he did and it eats him alive.

He's not met with any sympathy.

No one bats an eye at his tears or sobs, too concerned about your well being to go and comfort him. Like clock work, every member of the team visits on rotation since they can't all be there at once. however Bucky is exempt from all hospital rules with one brooding, grumpy stare.

Bucky is by your side every single day. He doesn't say anything when Steve grips your hand, praying for you to wake up, silently praying himself while your heart monitor continues to beep. Steve refuses to move from your side but he's not given much of a choice when Fury summons him personally for someone mission related.

He's only gone for a few hours but that's when you finally stir. Bucky is on his feet instantly, paging for the doctor while stroking your hair.

"Hey pretty girl" Bucky whispers when your eyes finally focus, the knuckles of his metal hand gently caressing your cheek. The cool sensation helps you feel more alert. You smile seeing his baby blue eyes, feeling safe as he talks to you softly.

Everything hits Steve all at once. He didn't just betray you. He betrayed the team. His bestfriend. Himself. All the people who had faith in him to make the right choice, to do the right thing, to protect them. And he threw it away. Everyone waited a month for you to fully recover before throwing a welcome back party so you'd actually be able to enjoy it. Steve looked back longingly at the happy group gathered together in the living room, more emotions hitting him again.

He was happy you were alive. His sweet, sweet girl pulled through. H

He was envious of the love everyone was sharing, one he wasn't privy to anymore. He was invited, he was still apart of the team after all but he knew it wasn't his place.

He was jealous.

Jealous of the way you melted into Bucky's side. Longing to feel that warmth that he used to feel himself. Bucky had his arm around your waist, keeping you tucked right by him, taking care of you long after you were discharged. He wasn't going to stop any time soon.

There was something between you two, everyone could sense it. The soft gazes at each other and innocent kisses. Bucky wouldn't let a day go by without pressing his lips to your cheek, your nose, your forehead, the top of your head. He needed you to know you were loved and cared for. He stuck to his guns, claiming his actions were purely platonic but the pink blush on his cheeks proved that he was a bald faced liar.

Steve knows theres no one to blame but himself. He sighs and swallows the lump in his throat as you stand on your tiptoes to kiss the brunette, sealing you both together forever. He's always thought it would be the two of you standing together at the alter but how things had changed. The cheers of the crowd are a dull buzz to him. He watches Bucky swoop in for another kiss, this time dipping you and capturing your lips sweetly.

"I love you Mrs. Barnes"

"I love you more, Mr. Barnes"

Your happy, love struck giggles cause the first tear to fall.

He does his best to smile when you both walk by, flashes of what your wedding would have looked like. The white dress. The veil. The flowers.

if only he never-

But it was too late.

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