#the winter soldier x gn reader

[scentedpepper]

Frozen Bonds

THE WINTER SOLDIER X GN READER

• credit to rightful owner

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.

[buckys-arm-and-rios-dagger]

Cuddles

Bucky x GN!Reader

Description: just a quick Drabble/Imagine about Bucky needing cuddles

Warnings: cuddling, vague mentions to Bucky having a hard time but nothing graphic or especially angsty, just some sweet fluff, Alpine!

A/N: this is the first time in a hot second that I've done a fic that isn't bullet points, so fingers crossed it turned out alright 😅

((18+ only below the cut please and thank you!!))

Imagine Bucky needing cuddles after a rough day.

Maybe a mission goes badly, or he's just been in a bad mood, or Fury and him had an argument or something, but regardless he's had a bad day and all he wants is a peaceful night at home. Alpine greets him at the door as he kicks off his boots, purring as she butts her head against his leg. Bucky smiles and lifts her up, scratching her head.

She lets out a happy little chirp as he carries her into your shared bedroom, and there he sees something that immediately brightens his day.

“Hey, Pretty Girl,” he murmured, “where's my Doll, huh?”

There you are, asleep and curled up on your bed, wearing his hoodie. It made his heart swell. Bucky set Alpine down on the bed, and the white kitten curled up into your side, purring loudly. You stirred, half-awake as you felt the mattress shift. Two strong arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you close to a firm chest. A stubbly face nuzzles into your collarbone, pressing little kisses to your neck. You smile, your boyfriend coming home is one of the best parts of the day.

“Welcome home, Baby,” you whisper, pressing a kiss to Bucky's temple and running a hand through his hair, “how was work?”

“You have me, Sweetheart,” your free hand reaches down to hold his metal one, gently toying with his Vibranium fingers, “we'll stay here as long as you want.”

“‘Don’t wanna talk about it right now,” he pulls you closer to him, “just wanna hold you.”

He lets out a happy little hum and nuzzles against you.

Later, the two of you will get out of bed and he'll tell you about his day over Chinese takeout and little kisses. But for now, Bucky is more than content to lay here, snuggled up and drifting off into a peaceful nap with you and Alpine in his arms.

[outoftheseine]

- BUCKY BARNES FIC RECS PART 3 -

his strut, lord forgive me | some fics might have 18+ content so minors do not interact. | more will be added!

main masterlist | part 1 | part 2

SERIES - MULTI-CHAPTERS

break free • bucky barnes x fem!reader

↳ by @james-bucky (angst, violence, comfort, smut)

honey girl • dbf!bucky barnes x fem!reader

↳ by @violentdelightsandviolentends (age gap, soulmate au, smut, angst, fluff)

taken • bucky barnes x reader

↳ by @antiquarianfics (angst, violence, kidnapping)

public affair | public display • bucky barnes x reader

↳ by @kaznejis

you are mine, sunshine • grumpy!bodyguard!bucky barnes x sunshine!fem!reader

↳ by @theeleggymeggy

i never thought you'd happen to me | part 2 | part 3 • bucky barnes x curvy!reader

↳ by @nickfowlerrr (slight angst, mostly fluff, smut, luv itt)

against all odds | part 2 • bucky barnes x reader

↳ by @bossbtch1

ONE-SHOTS - HC'S - BLURBS

you found me • bucky barnes x reader

↳ by @samthemarvelfan (slight angst, fluff)

cry baby • bucky barnes x fem!reader

↳ by @buckymorelikefuckme (smut, friends to lovers)

secret injury • bucky barnes x reader

↳ by @lives-in-midgard

the collection • tfatws!bucky barnes x fem!reader

↳ by @theeleggymeggy

better knock • bucky barnes x reader

↳ by @buckysouvenir (flufff, implied smut)

suffocate me with your love • bucky barnes x reader

↳ by @rocketrhap3000 (angst with happy ending, self-esteem problems)

always • bucky barnes x reader

↳ by @nickfowlerrr (angst with happy ending)

contaminated • bucky barnes x agent!reader

↳ by @adrinktostopyourthirst (fluff)

finally • bucky barnes x spy!reader

↳ by @adrinktostopyourthirst (smut, fluff, angst)

curiosity killed the cat • mafia!bucky barnes x fem!reader

↳ by @queers-gambit (angst, kidnapping, mean!bucky)

help me • bucky barnes x reader

↳ by @bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky (angst, bucky's ptsd, comfort)

his everything • bucky barnes x fem!reader

↳ by @likeahorribledream (angst, fluff and insecure bucky)

the way he loves • bucky barnes x widow!reader

↳ by @lovelybarnes (aahh so fluffy so sweet)

patience • grumpy!bucky barnes x sunshine!reader

↳ by @sageandravens

it's called: freefall • bucky barnes x reader

↳ by @kikixreverie

baking for bucky • bucky barnes x reader

↳ by @itsplumwriter (so fluff, i wish i can bake for bucky too)

wrapped in affection • bucky barnes x reader

↳ by @aikaterini-drag (very fluffy)

the signal • bucky barnes x fem!reader

↳ by @lostgirlmuseum (angst, a misunderstanding)

first time • bucky barnes x gn!reader

↳ by @ivybucky

i was born ready • bucky barnes x reader

↳ by @whatthetumblfck (angst, kidnapping, ptsd?)

babysitting duty • bucky barnes x girlfriend!fem!reader

↳ by @nicoline1998enilocin (fluff)

here's looking at you, kid • boxer!bucky barnes x reader

↳ by @cryonme (angst, violence, tw: abuse)

knight in shining motorcycle • bucky barnes x fem!reader

↳ by @queen-of-the-avengers (almost sa, slight angst, comfort)

verity • bucky barnes x fem!reader

↳ by @cosmicbucky (angst, fluff, friends to lovers)

let it be known • mob!bucky barnes x bf!fem!reader

↳ by @kinanabinks

harvest heart • bucky barnes x fem!reader

↳ by @eloquentreverie (verry fluffy)

[marksbear2]

Hi, i failed my finals :) I would like a mind distraction. I would like to request a Bucky Barnes X top male reader. But! Bucky likes to dress up :p so maybe reader comes home early and catches Bucky dressed in something girly and that leads to 🔥💥🔥💥🔥💥 bed breaking voice cracking steamy spice. And then cuddles afterwards. Pretty please 🛐🛐🛐

BUCKY BARNES X TOP MALE READER

Awww you failed your finals? Now I have to write this for I can cheer you up, Bucky is gonna wear that dress we were talking ang other day.

⚠️Warnings- Bucky in a dress, smutt with plot, making out, handjobs, rough, fast, top reader, bed shaking, loud, moan, and etc⚠️

Y/n was sitting down in the break room of his job on his phone listening to one of his coworkers talk about their family life. Scrolling through his phone and listening to his friend go on and on about his family Y/n didn’t seem annoyed or bothered.

“So me and Cherry has this huge fight she was telling me how we’re getting distant and how I’m always busy with work.” The coworker says catching Y/n’s attention. Y/n thought to himself.

“I’ve been busy with work to…way too tired to do anything with Buck.” Y/n thought to himself immediately comparing his coworker’s problem to his own relationship.

“How I haven’t been showing her any affection and all that stupid crap.” The coworker said as he shrugged and ate his lunch. “Why every partner gotta be clingy you know.” Which each word his coworker spoke Y/n realized that he was doing the exact same thing as his coworker. 

“Ah shit, uhm something just came up at home I gotta go. Clock out for me will ya, I’ll return the favor next time.” Y/n said gesturing to his phone as if he just got a emergency text, before his coworker could respond Y/n pat his back and got his things and left.

Y/n left the building and went to his car to drive home. Y/n unlocked the door to his car and got inside and turned the car on. “Fuck…how could I be so stupid.” Y/n mumbles softly to himself lightly hitting the steering wheel in realization before driving out the parking lot and to his home. He many ideas swarmed around in his head thinking about all sorts of ways he could make things up.

Deciding Y/n stopped by a flower shop to buy a beautiful bouquet then after he bought some chocolates from a nearby by store. 

As soon as Y/n got to the apartment and tried to be as quiet as he could being entering the house. He would usually announce himself that he’s home. But he really wanted to surprise him. So he quietly walked to the bedroom and as quiet he could opened the door and peaked his head inside.

“Hey Bucky, I’m home I got you something.—“ Y/n cuts himself off as he looked at his boyfriend. 

Bucky stood in the middle of the room in front of the mirror wearing a beautiful light blue sundress. Bucky’s face was flushed full with embarrassment and shock as he turned his head to face Y/n’s own shock face.

“It— uhm.— let me explain.” Bucky stuttered over his words.

Y/n didn’t respond back just silently looking over the dress. With more awkward silence Y/n finally decided to speak. “When did you get this?” Y/n mumbled out as he put the flowers and chocolate to the side. He walked over to Bucky and began touching the ends of the sun dress. Bucky was to embarrassed to say anything. 

Y/n himself was speechless as well. He didn’t feel mad or upset, just confused. And honestly he felt attracted. Y/n never imagined Bucky in a dress, but right now it’s like he fell in love with him all over again.

“I’m gonna take this off—“ Bucky was cut off by Y/n own words. “No. Keep it on…you look good. 

“You think so? I- I thought you didn’t like girly things.” Bucky’s face was getting more red as Y/n pulled the hem of the dress up touching Bucky’s thighs and just having a good feel of bucky’s upper legs before trailing up.

“Yeah- just not on myself. So when did all of this start? You look so good in this dress doll.” Y/n whispered as he began to move closer and pressing his body against Bucky’s own and kissing his cheek and jaw.

“Just a few months ago…I like myself in clothes like this. I’ve been hiding the dresses and stuff I’m the closet.” Bucky confessed as he slowly and softly gasped as he felt Y/n’s hands run over his body. 

Y/n pulled Bucky closer and lay him down on the bed. Y/n got on top him and pulled the hem fully up and exposing Bucky’s bare cock. Y/n spat into his hand and wrapped his hand around Bucky’s soft cock stroking it slowly to get Bucky hard. Y/n leaned up and began to kiss Bucky slowly but passionately. Bucky whispered into the slow but deep kisses. 

Bucky’s cock grew harder from the kisses and Y/n’s hand stroking him. Bucky used his free hand to tug on Y/n’s belt, showing Y/n that he wants him to take it off.

Y/n let go of Bucky’s dick and used his hands to take his belt off and threw it to the side before pulling his pants and boxers low but not taking them fully off just enough for his cock to spring out.

Bucky wrapped his hand around Y/n’s cock jerking it off the same pace Y/n was jerking him off in. Y/n leaned in and kissed Bucky back. Y/n went back to jerking off his boyfriend now fully hard cock.

Both men were making out and jerking off each other off. It was a really hot and passionate scene. Y/n’s tongue entered Bucky’s mouth.

After a while Y/n broke the kiss and pulled away reaching to the night stand and getting a bottle of lube out and squeezing some into his fingers and rubbed them in.

“Open your legs for me, doll.” Y/n said and immediately Bucky opened his legs. Y/n leaned back to Bucky and moved one finger into his hole. Y/n was looking down watching his own movements. 

He moved and curled his finger inside of Bucky stretching him out. Bucky moaned and whimpered from Y/n’s finger thrusting in and out of him. Bucky’s cock began to leak precum and Y/n laughed softly. “Your already close from handjob and fingering.” Y/n sucked onto his teeth making a “Tch Tch” noise in a teasing tone. 

Y/n moved another finger inside and really began fucking him with his fingers. 

He curled his fingers into Bucky’s prostate as he used his free hand to grab and stroke his boyfriend’s already wet and trembling cock.  

Bucky was letting out deep moans and softly whining as he moved his hips around. Y/n curled his fingers deeper into Bucky’s prostate. Y/n began to make a scissoring motion. Bucky moaned and breathed heavy as he wrapped his arms around Y/n’s shoulders holding him tightly.

Y/n let go of Bucky’s cock and pulled his fingers out and grabbed the bottle of lube and squeezed some onto his cock and rubbed it so it’s wet. Y/n squeezed a bit more onto Bucky’s hole before moving his cock against the entrance of Bucky’s hole.

Y/n slowly moved his cock inside holding Bucky by his thighs keeping his legs apart and in the air.

Slowly Y/n rocked his hips back and forth moving the tip in and out. Y/n moved his cock deeper and pulled out before moving back halfway. Y/n thrusted in and out in a rhythm before thrusting his cock fully inside Bucky.

“Gahh!~ ngh… fu-fuck Y/n!~” Bucky immediately moaned out with his legs tensing. 

Y/n rocked himself back and forth thrusting in and out of him. Bucky moaned and whined as Y/n held his legs higher thrusting as deep as he could.

Bucky’s cock was hidden on the dress so the hard cock had a tent in the dress. Y/n’s chest was pressed into Bucky’s own. 

Soon enough Bucky’s moans went from quiet to loud and pleasure real quick. Bucky moaned loudly as Y/n slowly fucked him. Suddenly Y/n’s slow pace quickly turned fast and rough. Y/n drilled his cock deep inside Bucky’s hole abusing it. 

Bucky’s hands flared around searching for anything that he could hold onto. His hands found the sheets below them a gripped onto them for support. Y/n’s cock rammed in and out of Bucky’s hole using him as if he was a toy. 

After a while Y/n hoist Bucky from his back and pulled him into his lap fucking him messily. Thrust after thrust Y/n felt the knot in his stomach tighten. Y/n gripped onto Bucky’s hips as Bucky wrapped his arms around Y/n's shoulders holding onto him tightening  and moaning nonsense into his ear. 

"Y-Y/n! Y/n!~ I'm i'm..." Bucky couldn't even finish his sentence as he came hard all over himself and his own dress. It wasn't the first time the man had an orgasm, but every time he does it feels new to him. The bed was squeaking and head board hitting against the wall as Y/n thrust in and out faster and deeper.  

Bucky rocks his hips back and forth trying to be as gentle as he can. Y/n moves his face to the crook of Bucky’s neck kissing it softly. "Fuck. F-fuck." Bucky groans out as Bucky feels his cock twitch inside him. 

Y/n begins to pick up his pace, but not too fast or rough. Y/n's thrust was at a perfect speed for him to reach his peak. 

"Bucky~ ohh~ fuck Bucky. I'm close." Y/n says with a moan moving his hands onto either sides of the bed holding onto the sheets tightly as he fucks deep, but gentle inside Bucky. 

"Buck!~ fuck baby! I'm about to cum!" Y/n warns feeling Bucky scratching and holding onto his back. Bucky could feel his own cock about to cum as well. With a few more thrust Y/n cums deep inside Bucky burying his seed deep inside him. Bucky moaned loud as he scratched Y/n’s back.

The two began to breathe heavy Y/n kissed Bucky’s cheek whispering praises in his ear. 

Y/n pulled himself out and watched the cum leak out of Bucky’s hole and down his thighs. Y/n cradled Bucky in his lap kissing him softly, peppering kisses all over his face while picking him up in his arms before laying him down on the bed. Bucky was tired and laid down onto the bed. Y/n went to the bathroom and picked a towel before coming back and wiping Bucky clean.

As he cleaned him Y/n was gentle and telling praises and good sweet things. Bucky was laughing softly as his face was flushed. 

“You did so good…I love you so much Buck.” Y/n praised kissing him causing Bucky to giggle.

“I love you too.” Bucky and Y/n kissed back and forth swapping and whispering praises to one another while cuddling.

THE END

[lives-in-midgard]

Y/N: Hey, Bucky. Do you know what day it is tomorrow?

Bucky: Hey, doll. It was the day that we met.

Y/N: Omg, you really remember.

Bucky: Of course I do. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me.

[magical-reid]

Home

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x GN!Depressed!Reader (No use of Y/N)

Setting: Modern MCU timeline, Avengers Tower.

Warnings: Reader struggles with depression

Perspective: Third Person Limited (Reader’s perspective).

Word Count: 1.3K

The mission had been tough. Too tough. You’d been through countless battles, but something about this one was different. Maybe it was the familiarity of it all. The dark corners of the world that reminded you of the places you’d tried to leave behind. Maybe it was the faces of the people you fought beside, who had no idea that beneath your armor, you were breaking.

Your family had always been there in the background, steady, even when they couldn’t understand you. And now? Now, something had happened that made it all come crashing down, all at once. A phone call that you hadn’t wanted to take. News that you couldn’t ignore.

You’d gone on the mission hoping that keeping busy would help, that the adrenaline of the fight would drown out the noise in your mind. It didn’t.

Your mind was racing, connecting the dots between the mission and your family. You couldn’t shake the feeling that everything was somehow your fault. Every mission, every wrong step felt like it led back to them. The guilt gnawed at you, and it showed.

But you couldn’t let them see. You couldn’t let anyone see. So, you wore the mask. The one that told everyone you were fine. But Bucky saw through it. He always did.

A few days after the mission, Bucky had started to notice the change in you. You weren’t yourself. You hadn’t laughed during training, your movements slower, as if you were fighting something much worse than the exercises. You would leave quickly, retreating to your room whenever the day ended. You avoided the common areas, slipping into isolation like it was a cloak that could protect you from everything.

Bucky wasn’t sure what exactly was wrong, but he could feel it. There was a heaviness in the air around you, a darkness that clung to your presence like a shadow. He didn’t push, but he didn’t let you go either.

One evening, after you’d left the training room earlier than usual, Bucky found himself standing in front of your door. He had hesitated, unsure of whether to knock or just leave you be, but when he heard the soft sound of your sobs coming from inside, he didn’t hesitate any longer.

He knocked lightly, but there was no response. Slowly, he turned the doorknob, pushing it open just enough to peer inside.

You were sitting on the floor, knees pulled to your chest, your head buried in your arms.

Bucky stepped inside quietly, closing the door behind him.

“What are you doing here?” you asked, your voice thick, like you hadn’t been able to breathe properly for a long time.

“I wanted to see if you were okay,” he said softly, taking a cautious step forward. He didn’t want to scare you, but the sight of you like this—so withdrawn, so broken—cut him to the core.

You gave him a half-hearted smile, but it didn’t reach your eyes. “I’m fine. Really.”

He knew better than to believe that, but he didn’t press. Instead, he sat down beside you, resting his back against the wall, his presence as steady as the ground beneath you.

For a while, neither of you spoke. You just sat there, letting the silence settle in, the weight of everything pressing in on you.

“I know you’re not fine,” Bucky finally murmured, his voice rough with concern. “And that’s okay. You don’t have to pretend around me.”

You shook your head, refusing to meet his gaze. “I don’t want to be a burden. I don’t want to bring anyone down.”

Bucky’s hand found its way to your shoulder, gently squeezing. “All I’ve ever wanted was a place to belong. Somewhere I could call home. And you gave me that. Because you are my home.”

You looked at him, eyes wide with a mixture of disbelief and confusion. You had always been there for him, through everything he had been through. But now, you felt as though you were the one who needed saving. And you didn’t know if you were worth it.

“I’ll be damned if anyone makes you feel like you aren’t worthy of being loved,” Bucky said firmly, his voice full of conviction. “You don’t have to carry all this alone, not anymore. You never have to carry it alone.”

You let out a shaky breath, unable to hold back the tears any longer. “I’m so tired, Bucky. I don’t know how much longer I can keep pretending like I’m okay. I don’t want to be like this.”

Bucky’s heart broke at the sight of your vulnerability, the rawness in your voice that spoke volumes. He gently pulled you into his arms, holding you close as you cried against his chest.

“Can you stay?” you whispered through your tears. “Just for tonight, please. I don’t want to be alone with my thoughts.”

“I’ll stay for as long as you need,” Bucky promised, his voice soft but resolute. He would stay for you, no matter how long it took. He would stay through the darkness and the pain, through the moments when you couldn’t even bear to look at yourself.

You nodded, letting yourself lean into him, finding some semblance of peace in his presence. He didn’t try to fix anything. He didn’t say anything else. He just let you be, letting you feel safe in his arms.

The hours passed quietly, and when the weight of your exhaustion finally caught up with you, you fell asleep, still nestled in his embrace. Bucky stayed awake for a while, watching you sleep, his thoughts a whirlwind of emotions. He couldn’t change what had happened with your family, or the pain you carried with you. But he could be there for you. He could help you find a way through it.

In the quiet of the night, he whispered into your hair, the words a promise, a vow.

“I don’t want you to die for me,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. “I want you to live for me.”

He didn’t know how, but he would do everything in his power to help you find your way back to yourself. You deserved to feel worthy of love, worthy of peace. You deserved to find the light again.

The next morning, you woke up slowly, the haziness of sleep lifting. You were still in Bucky’s arms, your head resting against his chest, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat lulling you into a sense of calm you hadn’t felt in weeks.

When your eyes fluttered open, you found Bucky watching you with a soft, patient expression. His fingers gently brushed through your hair, a silent gesture of comfort.

“You okay?” he asked, his voice warm and caring.

You took a deep breath, your chest rising and falling slowly. For the first time in what felt like forever, you didn’t feel completely broken. You didn’t feel like you were drowning in your thoughts.

“I’m still here,” you said quietly, your voice steady, though still tinged with sadness. “I’m not okay yet, but I’ll get there. I’ll try.”

Bucky nodded, his eyes never leaving yours. “And I’ll be here. Every step of the way. You don’t have to do this alone.”

You swallowed, the lump in your throat threatening to return. “Thank you.”

Bucky smiled softly, brushing a thumb across your cheek. “Anytime. You’re worth it, you know? All of it. You deserve to be loved, more than anyone I know.”

You closed your eyes for a moment, letting his words settle in. Maybe, just maybe, you could find your way back. With him by your side, you could find the strength to fight through the darkness, to hold on to the pieces of yourself that had been lost. Because, for the first time in a long time, you felt like you weren’t alone.

And that, you realized, was all you ever really needed.

[ivorydragoness44]

Bucky Barnes x Reader: Mistletoe

Word Count: 473 Warnings/Notes: Gender neutral reader, established relationship, and kissing. Summary: Taking a break from preparing for the holiday season, the Reader lounges on the couch until Bucky arrives.

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  The holiday season was in full swing. It felt as though it came earlier with each coming year.   Calm. Calm or at least no overwhelming anxiety and stress inducing feelings. If you could manage that, you would be most grateful.

  Presently, you were taking a break. Possibly for the rest of the foreseeable day, if you could manage it. Not that anyone was going to stop you. You had been organizing and wrapping presents. Granted, some you were not going to fight with and quickly decided to stuff the gift into a festive gift bag instead. Reusing the bags between friends and family was as beneficial as it was humorous. Like an inside joke of sorts.   Now, you did not have to do all of the gift assembling yourself. Oh, no. You were offered help and gladly accepted it. Such traditional activities proved to be all the more fun when Bucky was involved. With his smiling insistence, you had plopped yourself down on the couch of your home for a well-deserved rest.

  It had been a while, now that you thought about it, since you had last seen the aforementioned man. You wondered what he could have been up to all this time.   Soft foot steps approached, but soon stopped just behind the furniture.   “Hi,” Bucky smiled, his eyes twinkling as he leaned over the back of the couch.   “Hi, Bucky,” you twisted a little in your seat.   He rose his brows as if gesturing for you to notice something.   Following up the length of his arm with your eyes, you smiled. With the smallest clack, the faux mistletoe swayed above his head as he held it up. You giggled at the cute expression on his face before you leaned in. The small sigh that escaped him as your lips pressed against his caused your smile to reappear.   “Get rid of the mistletoe and I’ll kiss you better,” you said softly against his lips.   Standing upright, Bucky promptly flicked away the little decoration. He smiled proudly as you laughed from the action. “I’ll pick that up later,” he assured, hopping over the back of the couch to join you.   “Oh, I know you will,” you replied through your laughter.

  Adjusting yourself on the cushion, Bucky snuggled in close, wrapping his arms around you.   “Kiss me?” He asked with a voice hardly above a whisper.   “As if you have to ask me more than once,” you pecked the tip of his nose and earned a pout in response.   “That’s not exactly what I had in mind.”   Smiling, you danced your fingers through his hair. “Think of that as the prologue.”   “Oh.”   Pulling him toward you, you heard him breathe in deeply as your lips met. They seemed to meld together in tender moments like these, and you would want it no other way.

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[cece693]

No (Steve Rogers x GN! Reader)

I haven't been focusing on my asks (and I know I should) but this was just something I had to write about. Most Steve fics have a romantic plot, but what if I want to change that? No, I'm not killing anybody but saying no to marriage might be in Steve's book.

Summary: You loved Steve, but you weren't ready to make the big step in marrying him. Others don't understand or merely refuse to accept your reasoning.

tags: marriage proposal gone wrong, reader has their reasons, hurt Steve, Avengers meddling in things

The cozy glow of the living room bathed everything in warm hues, as if the universe itself cradled this moment. Steve Rogers stood before me, larger than life yet heartbreakingly human in the way he looked at me—with unyielding love that made my chest tighten. My heart thundered as he sank to one knee, his golden hair catching the light like a halo. His hand trembled slightly as he produced a small black box.

His smile was tender, adoring—the kind of smile you’d only see in fairy tales and classic romances.

“I’ve been thinking about this for a while,” he began, his voice steady but soft. “These past three years have been the best of my life, and that’s saying something for someone who’s lived as long as I have. You’ve given me a reason to keep going when everything else had faded. I love you. Will you do me the honor of becoming mine?”

The room fell silent. Too silent.

I didn’t need to turn around to know the Avengers were crowded against the door, holding their breath. My eyes dropped to the ring—a delicate, beautiful thing. So perfectly Steve. I could imagine him painstakingly choosing it, probably consulting Nat or Sam for advice. It was perfect. He was perfect.

And yet…

“Steve,” I whispered, my voice trembling as I struggled to form words. “I…I can’t.”

The silence turned suffocating. His smile faltered, and his bright blue eyes searched mine as though I’d just spoken a foreign language. “What?”

“I can’t say yes,” I said softly, my throat tightening around the words.

Before I could even attempt to explain, the door burst open, and the Avengers stormed in like a tidal wave of disbelief and judgment.

“Are you kidding me?” Tony’s voice was sharp, incredulous. “You rejected Steve Rogers? Captain America? What is wrong with you?”

“It’s not—” I tried, but Natasha’s icy glare stopped me in my tracks. Her expression was devoid of emotion, but the disappointment in her eyes cut deeper than words ever could. Even Thor, lovable Thor stood with his arms crossed, his brows furrowed, as though I’d committed some unspeakable crime.

“How could you?” Clint’s voice rang out next, loud and accusatory. “Do you even realize what it took for him to plan this? The time, the effort, the heart—and you just said no?”

“I didn’t mean to—” My voice broke, but they weren’t listening. Even Sam shook his head, muttering something about how I didn’t deserve Steve. I turned to him, desperate for support, for something. But Steve stayed silent. His shoulders slumped, his head bowed, his expression unreadable. He didn’t stop them. He didn’t defend me.

The weight of it all became too much.

“Enough!” I shouted, my voice cracking as I stood. The room fell silent, all eyes on me, but I didn’t care. Tears burned in my eyes as I glared at them. “You didn’t even let me explain! You’re all so quick to judge, to attack me, without even asking why I said no. Do you think I don’t love him? That I don’t care about him? You’re wrong.”

I turned on my heel, my voice trembling with anger and heartbreak. “I said no because I’m not ready—not because I don’t love him, but because I do. But clearly, none of you care to understand that.”

Without another word, I stormed out of the room, ignoring their calls after me. My chest felt like it was caving in, the weight of their disappointment and Steve’s silence pressing down on me until I couldn’t breathe. I didn’t know where I was going, but I needed to get away.

Hours later, I sat on a bench at the edge of a quiet park, the cold night air biting at my skin. My hands were trembling, and I didn’t know if it was from the chill or the lingering hurt.

“Mind if I sit?”

I looked up to see Steve standing there, his expression soft but cautious. His voice was gentle, careful, as if he were afraid of saying the wrong thing. I nodded wordlessly, and he took a seat beside me. For a moment, neither of us spoke, the silence stretching between us. The stillness gnawed at me until I couldn’t take it anymore.

“Why are you here, Steve?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

“To listen,” he said simply. His blue eyes, tired but sincere, locked onto mine. “I should’ve done that earlier.”

I swallowed hard, my chest tightening again. “You didn’t stop them,” I said, my voice breaking slightly. “You let them say all those horrible things about me, and you didn’t stop them.”

His face fell, and he reached out, hesitating for a moment before placing his hand over mine. “I know,” he said softly. “And I'm sorry. I froze. I didn’t know how to handle it. But I don’t blame you for saying no. I could never blame you for that. I just…I was surprised.”

Tears welled up in my eyes, and I shook my head. “I didn’t say no because I don’t love you, Steve. I love you so much that it hurts. You’re everything, Steve. You’re kind and patient and wonderful. But this…this is forever. And I need to know I’m the best version of myself before I make that promise to you.”

His eyes softened, though the pain lingered in the corners. “I thought…after everything we’ve been through—”

“Exactly,” I cut him off gently, my voice breaking. “After everything we’ve been through, I don’t want to rush into this and risk us falling apart. I want us to last, Steve. And I need to work through my own fears and doubts to make sure I’m ready for that kind of commitment.”

His hand tightened around mine, grounding me. “Thank you for explaining things. And I respect your decision; I'll wait, as long as it takes, until you're ready to say yes."

I looked up at him, the sincerity in his eyes breaking through the wall of guilt and fear I’d built around myself. “You’re not mad?”

Steve shook his head, offering me a small, tender smile. “No. I love you too much to be mad. I just…I needed to understand. And now I do.”

Tears spilled down my cheeks, and I leaned into him, letting him wrap his arms around me. For the first time that night, I felt like I could breathe again.

“Thank you,” I whispered. “For listening. For understanding.”

“Always.”

[buckrecs]

𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙩 𝙛𝙞𝙘 𝙧𝙚𝙘 : 𝙅𝙪𝙡𝙮 ~ 𝙎𝙚𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙚𝙧

masterlist | monthly fic rec masterlist

FLUFF

Puppy Eyes by @coffee-with-bucky

look at me by @aquariusbarnes

The Pull of Gravity by @navybrat817 (shifter au)

The Rejects by @/navybrat817

A Little Less Restless by @majestyeverlasting

The Sleepover by @littleredwolf

An Ol’ Fashioned Notion of Wartime and Whisky by @rookthorne

Honeyed Words of a She by @/rookthorne (mob!reader)

A Stroke of Luck by @/rookthorne (lumberjack!bucky)

Serenity by @/rookthorne (Mafia!reader)

A Clover’s Intuition by @/rookthorne (lumberjack!bucky)

Ducks on Plaster by @lovelybarnes

the great shirt debate by @rocketrhap3000

Barbie by @buckyalpine

Imagine | 2 by @noctumbra (chubby!bucky)

Don’t Tell Bucky by @lives-in-midgard

closer by @eviesaurusrex

bucky getting used to modern crap by @bucky-bucket-barnes

Around My Neck by @mcu1shots

These Hands Are Meant To Hold by @vanderlustwords

Timeless by @antiquarianfics

You Have A Girlfriend? by @/antiquarianfics

Something to Smile About by @jobean12-blog

Found Waldo by @lovelybarnes

Unchained Melody by @delusionalvenusian

valentine by @softlyspector

The Way We Were by @avintagekiss24

Midnight Escapades by @kiritella

Stunt Double by @/kiritella

Sleep and Cuddles by @/kiritella

Flowers And Things by @espinosaurusrexex

Little Mermaid by @buckyarchives

cuppa coffee by @irndad

A touch of color by @starrysebastians

Smooth Criminal by @redgillan (officer!bucky)

ANGST

Verbal Fight by @espinosaurusrexex

Tommy’s Party by @bucknastysbabe (college au)

Rescue You by @writing-for-marvel

not my one by @stxrvel (steve x reader)

Imagine by @/buckyalpine

One Night by @/buckyalpine

ours by @trashywormeateroffics

give me a minute by @amayatheowl

Seasons Change & I Carry You With Me by @/vanderlustwords

The Truth Is; I’m A Liar by @imtryingmyfuckingbest

Better Than Us by @/antiquarianfics

The Rain Will Always Gonna Come if You’re Standing With Me by @bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky

Love Me… by @/kiritella

You could never hurt me by @theeleggymeggy

SMUT

braid my hair, honey by @witchywithwhiskey

finally by @adrinktostopyourthirst (spy!reader)

cherry blossom by @noctumbra (librarian!bucky)

virgin mob bucky by @/buckyalpine

Take the edge off by @bitsandbobsandstuff

Hayloft by @wienerbarnes (40s au)

[gremlin-girly]

Day 14: Winter Soup

Pairing: Winter Soldier x gn!reader

Fandom: MCU

Tags/Warnings: FLUFF, insinuation of ptsd/past abuse, ya'll are just having some nice soup :), petnames (sweetheart)

Not beta'd. I do not give permission for my work to be translated, copied or reposted or put through an AI machine.

Summary: When a strange man turns up in your home for some unknown reason, you decided to offer him some soup.

Word Count: tba

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Not many people know what to do when there's a strange man in their kitchen. The usual ports of call, according to life and TV, is to:

a. Scream

b. Call the cops

c. Hide

d. All of the above

But somehow you created your own special fifth option (hereby referred to as option e): Give him soup.

He pokes at the soup with his spoon and you watch him over your own bowl. You can't tell if he's about to burst into tears or dart off into the night. There's something about his eyes, something that tells you he's a lost, stray in need of food and probably a hot bath rather than a six foot lug of a man in tac gear.

After a particularly hot slurp of soup, doing the whole hoo-ha-ooh charade, he looks up at you.

"Sorry," You mumble with an apologetic look. "Hot."

He nods but doesn't say anything. So, he clearly understands English. You watch as he stirs his soup again before finally bringing it to his lips. The air is heavy. You don't know why you care about what he thinks of your soup, but you do.

You want to make a joke; asking him not to kill you if it's awful but you think better of it. You still don't know if he would kill you.

His hum catches you off guard and you jump, looking over at him. His eyes flutter, and you think he definitely will cry. He sniffs a few times and raises a shaky hand with a second spoonful again, before he's suddenly gorging the soup.

His spoon clatters against an empty bowl and he looks over at you worriedly and you just smile at him around your own spoon.

"Want seconds, sweetheart?" You ask gently, getting to your feet and angling yourself to the stove. You're face is blasted with the smells of basil, garlic and roasted tomato as you lift the lid from the pot. You hold out a hand for his bowl which he carefully hands to you.

Ladling the soup to the brim (thank God for Bulk Soup Sundays), you reach into the bread bin and butter two slices of bread, placing them next to his soup when you set the bowl down. Retaking your seat, attempting to finish your own bowl, you watch him curiously.

He mumbles a thank you as he tears into the bread with his teeth, and you offer a warm smile.

"No worries. Help yourself to as much as you need."

You had the strangest feeling like your life was going to change, thanks to the stranger before you. Although, you didn't know just how much.

[bamboobooshark]

BUCKY BARNES X READER

“It’s been a long time.” || 870 Words || P.G. 13 Rating (For Language) || Fandom: Marvel (Avengers)

Author’s Note : I know I’m so behind on fictober, but I finally have a day to mostly sit back and write a little. I can’t promise I’ll be able to keep up with all the prompts however there will be a free week I have to write! Like my first angst piece, this won’t be as perfect or sad as some may expect. Let’s just hope I do better as I get more experience!

CONTENT WARNINGS: Lack of personal care, educational struggles, sleep deprivation, altered timeline, able bodied Reader, crying, momentary profanity, denial, non-verbal Bucky, somewhat beta read.

College has been a pain in the ass lately. Each class has you in complete shambles. It’s been an endless cycle of lecture, take notes, study, and fail. You don’t know what you’re doing wrong; you don’t know what you’re missing. You’re trying your absolute hardest to keep your grades where they need to be. You’ve been saving and paying and working endlessly to get where you are now. It’s not the time to give up. Even if your clock reads one forty-two, you have to keep pushing.

Right now you’re working through a study guide for calculas that you made with a few of your classmates. The numbers, letters, and symbols are all smudging together. You can’t tell if you don’t have the mental capacity to comprehend what’s on your laptop screen or if your eyes are going blurry from the lack of taking care of your needs. You choose the latter because you think you hear a knock at your door. Unless you’re hallucinating or have a stalker, there’s no way someone is at your door this late at night. To reassure yourself that nothing’s wrong right now, you tilt your laptop screen down and quietly make your way to your door. You cautiously look through the peephole and have to do a double take.

No fucking way.

Is Bucky at your door right now? How did he find you? How does he know you live here? Did he assume you were awake, or had he been watching you? Thousands of anxious questions raced through your head. You took a minute to stare at him a little longer. It didn’t take you too long to realize his eyes were red and watery, so you immediately opened the door. He stood there—still, but still as gracious as he had been. His eyes were piercing through yours as if he knew you’d been standing there. You smiled softly to prompt a greeting from him. He was silent. His stillness, his silence, and his lack of emotion were unsettling. Last time you’d seen him, he was in the same state he was right now: crying with red eyes. The only difference was his screaming and fighting to get to you. Neither of you could process the fact that the other was physically here. “Bucky,” you said dryly. Not as a greeting nor a question. The two of you continued to share a gaze for a while. You mentally begged that he would say something, but he didn’t. You didn’t have the courage nor energy to start verbally pleading to him to speak, but that’s what was necessary. “Bucky. Why are you crying?” you asked gently before reaching out and rubbing his bicep up and down. He started to let his tears break from his eyes. His throat released silent chokes and sobs all from one question. You weren’t going to tell him that everything is okay and that he didn’t have to worry about anything because you knew damn well something was up.

You urged him into your living space, tightly locking the door behind the two of you. The second you led him to the couch, he slumped against it pitifully. You looked at him with my most worried expression ever. He grabbed and pawed at your arms desperately. “Talk to me, Bucky. Hell, show me. I don’t care. Please just help me understand,” you said softly while holding him close to your chest. He continued to hiccup and sob in your arms as he attempted to show you what he wanted or needed. He pulled away from your chest and placed a metal hand over your heart. There wasn’t space in your heart to try and pry him more about what happened; you instead attempted to guess what he needed. “You want to listen to me breathe? My heartbeat? Your chest hurts?” you guessed as you shifted. You laid your lower back against the armrest of your couch, and Bucky slung his legs up so his feet hung over the other end. Without a word, he quickly latched his arms around your waist and pressed his ear to your heart. “That’s it,” you cooed in hopes he was being soothed. Despite holding back tears of your own, you tried your best to breathe steadily to not disturb the man on top of you. His heavy tears left soft, wet stains in the fabric of your shirt, but you could care less about the cleanliness of your shirt.

He continued to cling to you for so long that the two of you had fallen asleep together, and when you woke up, he was still holding you just as tightly. His soft blue eyes looked up at you as he pressed a gentle kiss to your abdomen. “I’m sorry if this was too much,” he began to apologize. “It’s been a long time since I saw you. My first thought was to come find you,” he confessed, though you were confused by what he meant. “I have so much to explain,” he sighed in time with you before you ruffled his hair. “Don’t worry about it, Bucky. I’ll be here to listen,” you reassured him, shifting to kiss his forehead.

[the-voice-beckons-below]

the end of the (red) line

bucky barnes x steve rogers x gn! reader

synopsis: red string au, in which a thread, invisible to others, tangles you and your soulmate together. you’ve been waiting a long time to meet the person at the other end, the problem is, they keep damaging the thread, leaving you unable to track them down.

warnings: angst (it’s a fic involving bucky, it’s to be expected), fluff, reader is down bad, mentions of death, self loathing, reader is technically an orphan (blame new york not me), big muscly super soldiers !! reader is confident!

word count : 2,928

this whole red string business had cost you many nights of sleep. all your friends had been lucky, bumping into their supposed soulmate in a store or cafe, or getting a new job and seeing a prominent string dangling from their coworker’s fingers.

see, it isn’t visible at all times, which is arguably less and equally more frustrating. there’s only certain times you can follow it, or tug on it if you’re impatient. there’s a possibility you walk past your fately betrothed and you’ll miss them, because the universe decides you’re not ready.

it’s been five years since it first showed up, looped around your fingers snuggly. it happened after a nightmare, which were all too common. witnessing the attack on new york first hand had been devastating, bodies upon bodies. screams and cries and families torn apart, including your own.

it was just you now, scattered in the vast expanse of the world like a drop in the ocean. friends were distractions, only so much could tackle the constant ebbing and aching deep within your chest. tucked away so far that it was normal, like it had always been there.

it was at a bar when the familiar red showed up, and in frustration, you yanked hard. standing up from the booth with your friends and determinedly walking to try once more. the bond was fickle, or maybe, it was just yours specifically. seemingly disappearing each time some ground was made, like someone had purposely cut it.

you learnt to be fast, coiling the thread and pacing swiftly. weaving through crowded streets on a winter’s eve, eyes narrowed and scrutinising. your lips dried at the cold air, and a small voice reminded you that the jacket you’d been wearing was still slumped in the bar’s booth. was it worth it? getting cold and also getting a dead end?

the trail never seemed to end, with each tug and pull, there was no resistance. leaving a yarn-like pile puddled at your feet. it could’ve been the frustration or exasperation that triggered the next moment, gripping onto the thin crimson and jerking it with every ounce of might you had.

it wasn’t noticeable at first, but steadily a burning littered your palms. for the very first time, you’d gotten rope burn from wrenching the thread.

there was also a man who was distinctively dishevelled, like he’d been displaced.

he was littered in crimson.

not only was it looped around him, it also continued from him. which was just too much to comprehend at the given moment, was it possible to be attached to multiple people?

the man whipped his head up, almost like he’d been shocked, and belatedly met eyes with you. locking with a shudder, his gaze was almost frantic.

at the same time, you both spoke, your voice edging on angry and confused. while the stranger’s seemed unbelievably stunned.

“you!”

in all years of imagining your future partner, you’d never expected them to be so…unfairly attractive. adorned with dull blonde locks, a sharp jaw and icy blue eyes that held a depth you hadn’t prepared for. he was tall, and built, gods he could crush you.

it almost cooled the anger in your veins.

“why did you keep cutting me off?” you snapped, fists clenching from anxiety this time. had they seen you before and decided you weren’t enough? could you be enough? why wait all this time? why sever the connection over and over?

“what?” he breathed, the air in his lungs fled. the blonde’s train of thought was completely dismantled, a flicker of hurt and confusion flooded his face. “that - that wasn’t you?”

steve still remembers when it appeared. just after his major transformation from frail to superhuman. the sight caused him to stutter, whole body feeling just as weak as he was before. immediately he’d gone to find peggy, hoping it was her, she was breathtaking. first woman to see him as someone, and who looked at him with a hint of softness that he melted for each time.

and he still remembers the way his heart had plummeted upon finding out his newly acquired string was not attached to peggy. it shattered a part of him, he’d never felt like this with anyone before, and yet peggy wasn’t the one. her bold lipstick would not litter his cheeks or lips, her soft yet strong hands would not rest in his own.

it was confusing.

but what was truly heartbreaking was finding out who it was attached to.

after rescuing bucky from hydra and finally having his best friend back, steve thought maybe it would be okay not to know the person on the other side of the string. him and buck would be alright if they had each other, his fondest and happiest of memories included barnes.

on that train, time stopped. bucky dangling from a scrap of metal, steel eyes terrified and begging for steve to haul him back up.

he couldn’t reach him. he tried, god he tried.

the worst part of it all had been seeing glimmering thread falling into the snow with his best friend. he’d found and lost his soulmate - best friend, at the exact same time. it was a good thing to have crashed that jet into the ice, he was content with it. knowing if there was an afterlife, buck would be there with open arms.

but that’s just not how it went.

instead he woke up from a presumably deadly sleep.

all he had ever known was gone, apart from peggy, who after a little while, was gone too.

thread was still attached to him, he felt it, it was heavy, dragging him down in what felt like every step. the weight was there, but he didn’t see it.

not until a masked assassin stood in his path, mask strewn across concrete. his beautiful bucky was alive, and almost unrecognisable with the torment that surrounded him.

he cried that night.

eventually, after he fought through what felt like hell, he’d pulled bucky back from the torturous programming he’d been under. they’d come to realise that their thread, ignited since the 40’s had changed, it went in another direction.

“multiple soulmates huh?” buck realised, if steve was observant enough, he would’ve seen the defeat in his former best friend’s (now lover’s) language.

“i don’t think it will be a bad thing, it’s, exciting.”

bucky’s bit his lip, “maybe.”

it had taken years to let steve in again. he was on edge all of the time, was real panicky too. spent so much time locked in his room, and went between eating so much his stomach hurt and not having an appetite at all. it felt undeserving to have what he wanted, to have a soulmate, to be potentially happy after what he’d done.

the lives he’d taken.

the guilt had crushed him, and the self hatred never dulled. he didn’t deserve steve, he was too good. too sweet, too soft. too, steve.

when it became clear that someone else was out there, linked to steve and him, he panicked. it had been hard enough coming to terms that steve didn’t hate him, didn’t blame him. no one else could get close, what if he hurt them? what if they took steve?

what if this string thing didn’t work out all the time? everything was fine with steve. he felt safer than ever, with a calm so alien to him.

it wasn’t purposeful, but whenever the other string popped up, every time he went to touch it, it frayed. like the bond didn’t want him.

time after time it dissolved after bucky touched it, no matter how gentle or rough, it vanished. it was humiliating. after a while he just swiped at it whenever it did reappear, wanting it gone. it was just there to insult him. of course it would fray when he touched it, it was naive of him to think that a killer, someone drenched in the blood of others, could be wanted.

steve would disagree of course.

steve loved him with every fibre of his being, so fiercely it was near startling. it was more than he deserved. every embrace was simultaneously his oxygen and his undoing.

captain america was righteous, strong. believed in bucky and nursed him back to ‘health’ as much as he could. rogers was more than a tight suit and a impenetrable shield. he was everything.

he knew that steve was searching for their other, other half. knew that he was excited to meet them, wanted to show bucky that it would be a good thing. steve hadn’t accounted for one thing, bucky’s fear.

bucky was internally petrified of losing his everything.

he swiped at the string over and over, and the guilt was way lesser than the fear.

the name you’d gotten was steve, you’d quickly texted your friends not to worry.

followed string, please hold onto that jacket, it’s my favourite. i’ll be sad if you lose it :(

he had ordered two coffees, “this may take a while.” the man wrung his hands nervously, it was mildly comforting to know you weren’t the only one with a pounding heart and a sweaty brow.

“you’re different than i thought you’d be.” it had come out in a splutter, scrounging for a conversation, it would be embarrassing to confess you just wanted to hear him talk more.

the raise in his brow only made your heart thud faster, eyes becoming half amused and half apprehensive. “how so? i’m sorry if uh, don’t cut it.”

you had practically interrupted him, “no - you’re just, i mean for one you’re captain america. makes sense why i couldn’t find you, you’ve probably been all over the place.” after years of pondering about your soulmate, finally coming face to face with one of them was exhilarating and overwhelming. and you couldn’t stop talking, spilling too many words. it was a wonder that he kept up. “and secondly, you cut it, how you look is borderline unfair to the general public.”

you had caught him off guard, and his laugh, it came from his chest. deep, rich and warm. “fighting takes you all over. i’m glad - that i cut it. been worrying that you were making it disappear, that you didn’t want to see me - us.”

mid sip, you halted. he drank his own coffee with a small smile. “you uh, know the other one?”

his lips quirked up more, a fondness shining in his pupils, “you could say that.” steve cleared his throat, thumbing the handle of the coffee cup, “i’ve known him my whole life,” he hesitated, “his name is bucky.”

everyone who’d paid attention to the news was aware who this ‘bucky’ was. captain america’s best friend who was taken in by hydra and brainwashed so severely he’d lost himself along the way, who was used as a weapon for a long, long time.

steve was prepared for a bad reaction, people weren’t always understanding when it came to buck. more often than not, they’d call him a killer or become uncomfortable. it made him incredibly protective, and he struggled to stay present in a conversation after judging bucky so poorly.

“you don’t need to be on edge you know.” you spoke, spotting the super soldier’s tense posture. “i know who he is,” you started carefully, sweeping across the expanse of steve’s face, “and anyone with a brain knows what happened to him, is not his fault.”

steve inhaled with a shaky, but relieved breath. “thank yo-“

“you don’t need to,” you cut in, “i’ve been waiting for years, for you, for you both technically.” a blush quickly swarmed your cheeks, and you broke the eye contact between the two of you. the rest of the sentence was silent, but steve would’ve decoded it as: i don’t give up so easily.

being connected by fate to one extremely attractive man was already hard to grasp. but two of them? it was almost sending you to an early grave. it was easy to see just from a small interaction that steve was sweet, protective, handsome and you were bound to him.

“he’s a tough nut to crack.” a part of you laughed at the innuendo, but outwardly, just managed to keep it in. “he’s probably worried, said i’d be back by 5, always make sure im never late.”

“trying to escape already?” you teased, before asking for his number. he fumbled around with his phone, shaking his head at your question. it was slightly endearing how steve’s fingers shook as he pulled up his contact details. despite the pair of you trying to appear confident, you were equally as nervous and giddy.

as soon as you finished inputting the information, the door to the cafe dinged, and in walked the reincarnation of sin itself. brown messy hair and the most hypnotising steel irises. red thread wrapped around the metal of his arm beautifully. you sucked in a breath, not out of fear of who bucky was, but the dawning realisation you were linked with perhaps the prettiest men on earth.

his face was hard set, pulled taut and serious. clinically, and methodically, he swept over the cafe until he found his target. the tension from the man visibly eased, enough so that he didn’t even clock the person sitting across from steve. who, if he had noticed, was staring at him unashamedly.

“it’s 6, you’re never late.” bucky narrowed his stare pointedly, quickly checking to see if steve was perhaps held back by an injury. when he found nothing, he almost looked offended.

steve’s lids fluttered at the timbre of his partners voice greeting him, “mhm.” amusement quickly overcame his expression, “well, i was busy.”

“busy with what?” bucky almost growled, frowning at the pleased glint present in steve’s pupils, and how his partner seemed smug. he was happy about not coming home? he’d been waiting at home like a damn dog, until noticing the string and following it to steve like he was on a mission. steve shifted to look at you, and couldn’t help the smile that burst from him. oh you were perfect. not afraid or judgmental of bucky at all, you instead looked all but ready to devour the ex assassin.

at steve’s silence, and sudden interest looking at something else, bucky cranked his head to the side. all words dying on his tongue the second he caught onto you, the string cocooning you and your ecstatic half crinkled eyes. “oh.”

“oh.” steve echoed with a poorly hidden smirk, anxiety tugging at his chest, waiting to see how bucky would react. it all depended on this moment.

it was basically a staring contest with the amount of eye contact between the two of you. it was like bucky was searching for something within you, trying to dig into your core and assess you. “this is an acceptable reason for being late.” and with that, he turned away.

steve sighed exasperated, “i’m sorry for him, that, that was rude buck.” back in the 40’s bucky was an unrivalled gentleman, polite to women and men alike. he was guarded, too much so. steve had desperately wanted to forge a connection with their third partner, and didn’t expect bucky to seem almost against it.

“don’t apologise for me.” he withheld a small scowl, flicking back and forth between steve and you. it didnt deter you, rationally maybe it should have, but you waited 5 years. you’d be damned if you gave up on the first hurdle. steve had said he was a ‘tough nut to crack’, so cracked he would be.

“it’s alright,” you waved steve’s concern off, “it’s good to meet you, years of waiting was worth it.” you raised your hand expectantly, bucky hesitated, until stubbornly wrapping his metal fingers around your flesh ones. the lack of alarm or fright from touching the metal limb had him faltering.

you truly weren’t affected by him or the history and baggage he carried.

with a confidence you weren’t sure you had, you leant closer, heart hammering at a speed that felt dangerous. slowly, and tentatively, you placed a tender kiss upon the back of the silver hand. bucky’s reaction was a sucked in breath and a sharp twitch in the prosthetic limb. it was almost as if he’d felt the sensation coursing through him. “i am sorry for keeping your partner, do forgive me.”

“i’ll think about it.” his stoic facade was ruined by the smallest lopsided lift of his lips. all three of you had trouble slowing your pulses, all frantic and strangled by adrenaline. “here again, tomorrow at 2.” he all but demanded, pulling away and walking towards steve.

“bucky! you can’t just - buck!” the blonde groaned, jumping at bucky interlinking their hands and dragging him away. before he was completely swept, steve fumbled through his wallet and laid money on the table for the coffees, “i hope tomorrow at 2 is convenient.”

“i’ll think about it.” you replied, slyly laughing at steve before he disappeared through the glass cafe door.

there was no doubt about it, they would cram into every space hidden within your head, without any resistance. one interaction with them both, and you were a goner.

you leant into your hands, muffling the borderline painful grin painted on your face. after a moment, you turned on your phone, sending the fastest text.

you are never going to believe this, i’m coming back for my jacket, and for drinks.

your index hovered over the new contact in your phone, and before you could think it through, you typed away.

you both cut it ps. do you or bucky want flowers or chocolates?

a/n: so i started this fic today, and it was meant to be a very short one, more of a drabble than anything. i’ve become more attached than initially expected, and it became a longer fic. divider credits are me just in case anyone was about to ask about them, i might post them!! i think i need some more to do a batch though.

i don’t normally see more confident readers/a mix of flustered and confident, and i’m not sure how well received it will be because of that. i hope there’s people that can appreciate a cheeky hand kiss and a little bit of flustered steve and bucky. reader would spoil them both, gifts and open affection, would be so supportive and protective, steve and bucky would end up so possessive of them in return.

i hope you’ll enjoy reading it as much as i did writing it !! merry early christmas <33

[guizika]

Hey guys! Guess who's back? That's right, me 😝

Did I disappear for a while? Yeah, sorry about that. But I'm back to talk about my obsession of the month... (of the month is an understatement, I would say of my life-)

BUCKY BARNES!!!!

Omg- He's so handsome 😭 I swear, I'd let him do unimaginable things to me.

This is just something I thought about these days, maybe it's a little ooc.

So… let’s imagine that you and Bucky are in love, but you are so stubborn to admit that…

Bucky smirks, his blue eyes glinting mischievously as he leans in close to you. "Well, well, look who it is - my favorite little troublemaker," he murmurs, his voice low and teasing.

You feel your cheeks flush at his proximity, his scent of leather and gunpowder filling your nostrils. Bucky knows exactly what buttons to push to get a rise out of you.

"Aww, what's the matter Buck? Jealous that I'm not fawning all over you like those girls at the bar?" you retort, jutting your chin defiantly.

His smirk widens, a predatory glint in his eyes. "Maybe I like seeing you all riled up. It's cute how flustered you get around me."

Bucky reaches out, trailing a finger down your jaw. You shiver at his touch, desire coiling in your belly. He's so infuriatingly smug, knowing he has you wrapped around his finger.

"You know what I think?" he whispers, his breath hot against your ear. "I think you're just dying for me to kiss you senseless right here in front of everyone. To put you in your place and show you who's really in charge."

Your heart races, arousal coursing through you. God, you want him so badly. But you won't give him the satisfaction of knowing it.

"In your dreams, Bucky boy," you scoff, shoving him away playfully. "I'd never gave in that easily."

He chuckles, desire and frustration warring in his gaze. With a regretful sigh, he steps back, running a hand through his hair.

"Guess I'll have to work harder to break that stubborn will of yours. I do love a good challenge though." He winks roguishly. "This isn't over, sweetheart. Not by a long shot."

With a final heated look, Bucky turns and saunters off, leaving you aching and wanting. Damn him and his sexy mind games. He always gets the best of you in the end.

Author’s note: Sorry about disappearing again! I end up running out of ideas and time, work has taken a lot of time away from me. I'll try to post a few more short things like this just so I don't run out of content. I'm working on an ask at the moment. (btw, sorry for the delay, but I promise I'm writing) ♡

Please don't translate or copy my work and don't repost on other social networks, if there are any grammatical errors I ask you to excuse me!

[elijah-j]

The Doctor and the Soldier

Bucky seeing his partner watch Doctor Who and getting obsessed with it

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x GN! Reader they/them pronous used

(I'm male so it might be a bit male aligned?)

Tags: watching shows together, them being sweethearts, buckys past, reader is smaller

Warnings: none i can think of right now

(i haven't finished falcon and the winter soldier yet so there might be uncanon content, My first language isn't english, please point typos etc out)

As the door fell shut behind him he could make out the sound of the TV from the living room. Intrigued he made his way over to the couch where his partner was sitting. On the Screen he saw a man in a trenchcoat.

"Hey, darling. What are you watching"

"Hi Buck you're back!", his partner said and looked up to press a kiss to his lips. "The show's called Doctor Who. Wanna watch, I think you'd like it." They smiled at him, while the guy on shouted something about not blinking.

"Sure, I need to relax anyway" "Hard day?"

"Yeah, but nothing too bad. Now, you want some snacks?"

Two day later Buck was laying in they're shared bed, phone in hand. He was currently on the second doctor, already being obsessed with the show.

Focused, he didn't notice when his lover came in, snuggling up to him. The smaller laid his head on Bucks chest and looked at his phone.

"You watching Doctor Who? Thought you'd like it! I just know you soo well"

"Guess i have to admit it. You have great taste my love"

Putting his arm around Bucky they smiled "I love it when you call me that"

James smiled and stroked his hand through they're hair as he started the next episode

"Well I love you, so I'm gonna call you love"

Finally got some motivation to write this. Maybe gonna write a more detailed version of this if I get the time.

Hope you like it :)

[writingoddess1125]

Small Touches

Bucky Barns x GN Reader

Fluffy 💕

Masterlist <<

Kofi <<

SFW

• Bucky’s not used to touch.

• Not after all the years of isolation, manipulation, and pain that have made him recoil at even the slightest brush against his skin.

• Despite therapy the weight of the Winter Soldier haunts him, making it hard to believe he deserves something as simple as a gentle hand.

• But when you come into his life, it’s like the walls he’s built around himself slowly begin to crack, piece by piece.

• Despite his best efforts

- You having been a Family friend of Sam, You of course were invited to a family outing. Sam also dragging Bucky with him to get him more socialized.

• The first time it happens, it’s an accident.

"(Y/N)! My favorite annoyance!" Sam called out once he saw you, of course a laugh bubbling from your chest as you walk over and give him a side hug to not spill your drink.

"Sam! How of the US chicken doing?" You joke with a wide smile as he rolls his eyes.

"Fine Fine- Smart Ass. Oh and (Y/N), this is Bucky Barnes, he is- someone who works with me" He introduced as he gestured to his acquaintance who gave a awkward smile. You still a bit buzzed from your drink and your natural social reaction also give a Side hug to the stronger with a cheerful greeting- Unaware you were hugging the side of his metal arm.

It leaves Bucky confused, wondering why your touch didn’t feel like the usual threat in the back of his head. A bit frazzled by it as Sam tries to explain away that you were a hugger-

He stiffens instantly, his mind racing, but you don’t even seem to notice.Instead of pulling away quickly or acting awkward, you continue talking, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

"It's wonderful to have you here! Here have a beer and food should be done soon- Speaking of I think I left the drinks i brought in the car" You say cheerfully as you gesture to the grill near by. Setting down your drink on a near by seat as you excuse yourself to run the errand.

Interesting..

His breath catches, but you quickly pull away, not wanting to make him uncomfortable. He doesn’t say anything, but inside, something stirs. It’s not fear—it’s curiosity. He hasn’t flinched. That’s… progress, right?

• It continues like that for a while—small, fleeting touches that don’t last long enough to feel overwhelming but linger just enough to leave an impression.

• A pat on the back when he does something good.

• Your hand briefly brushing his as you hand him something.

• They’re all innocent touches, but each one feels like another brick coming down from the fortress around his heart.

• Eventually, Bucky finds himself missing those moments.

• He won’t admit it—not at first—but something about your touch is grounding.

• It’s warm, and real, and for the first time in a long time, it doesn’t come with pain or fear.

• He starts to lean into it, allowing your hand to stay a little longer when it rests on his arm.

• He doesn't flinch when your fingers linger by his.

• The day he initiates touch for the first time catches you both by surprise.

You’re sitting on the edge of a rooftop, watching the sunset and chatting mindlessly, Bucky talking about how this area used to look like when he was young- when he hesitates for a second, then slowly reaches for your hand. His fingers wrap around yours cautiously, like he’s afraid of breaking something fragile.

It’s a big moment for him—one he’d been building up to in his mind for weeks.

He doesn’t say anything, and neither do you, but the soft squeeze you give his hand is all the reassurance he needs.

EXTRA-

• Soon After he asked you out, which of course you say yes to.

Now Bucky is no Virgin, thats not a surprise since before he was a bit of a player- However that was a lifetime ago so now- He feels like he's starting from scratch especially with you.

This day in age also is much more sex positive then back in his day...

"You're Joking-" Bucky asked as he sat next to you slack jawed, while you laugh loudly next to him on the couch of your livingroom, your legs slung over his thighs as you two lounge together, having had to pause the movie that was being played cause it had a Tinder scene and he had been confused.

"No I'm not- I promise" You say with a wide smile as you wipe the tear from your cheek.

"Sex is not as sacred to some as it was before- So yes you can go on your phone and just swipe on pictures of people you'd want to have sex with, agree and meet up" You try to keep your laugh under control at the way his eyes widen and jaw slacks.

"But- No Date No- Dinner? Flowers? Like I had to put in so much effort back then! And now you can just- Do that?" He questions, now sitting up and waving his hand like a old grandma at how this generation is too open and should be more careful!

"I haven't even told you about the wide range of Imternet Porn either- Or Orgies, Sex Clubs, Free Use Clubs, Toys, BDSM" You say as you watch Bucky's face scrunched up in confusion at the last part ad he holds up a hand to stop you.

"B.D.S.M?"

[buckrecs]

Do you have any boxer!bucky fic recs?? Been looking everywhere and can’t really find much

Boxer!Bucky

masterlist | req masterlist

ONESHOT

His Prize by @targaryenvampireslayer

Making an already sexually frustrated bucky even more frustrated is likely to lead to just more frustration, but…if you can wait… Bucky has plans for you after his win…

Angel by @toastedkiwi

your favorite fighter is in recovery.

The Fight by @bxcketbarnes

Love Hurts by @itsbuckysworld

Boxer!Bucky/ College!Bucky/ Boxer!Reader

fight club by @spidermanswifi

boxer!bucky where he gets knocked out in a match and y/n loses her shit because it was a cheap shot and she takes matters into her own hands.

more than worth it by @marvelous-fiction

Secrets and Fighters by @bucky-iss-bae

SERIES

Southpaw by @gogolucky13

Tied up in the criminal world your godfather has built, you have no reason to leave, until you find one in the man they call Southpaw.

Mess Is Mine by @scrumptious-delusion

as a date night surprise, your boyfriend takes you to a boxing match. little does he know, one of the competitors is responsible for breaking your heart five years ago and an accidental encounter is about to send your whole world spinning.

Fight For You by @revengingbarnes

At the annual local boxing championship, Y/N is the leading medical specialist on call. It’s a whole new environment, and despite the drastic change, she loves it. Bucky Barnes is the reigning boxing champion of Brooklyn. Virtually undefeated, this tattoo artist by day, boxer by night is someone that is now fighting his way into Y/N’s head. And she’s helpless in front of his winning streak.