#there are so many things wrong w today and i am this close to relapsing !!!

[earthshinex]

tease filled mornin

pairing: bucky barnes x reader

word count: 2.1k

genre: fluff w/ some sexual innuendos

summary: a few short and small innocent kisses ultimately turn into a game of “who can tease who better”

an: just an old story i wrote on wattpad from years ago that i wanted to share on tumblr :)

You and Bucky had been dating for about a year now and every single second you spent together felt like a dream. You were always so comfortable with him and you trusted him with your life. Sometimes he would have his relapse moments, moments when he would feel too vulnerable and scared to be around you. But it never made your love for him diminish. Nothing could.

When he wasn’t shutting you out in ‘Winter Soldier’ mode, he would be making you laugh or cuddling with you. He loved kissing you or holding you in his arms. And he definitely loved your touch; he craved it. So today was definitely not his or your day when you decided to tease him.

When you woke up, your back was flush against Bucky’s chest while his arm was wrapped around your waist. You rolled over to face him, only to see he was still sleeping.

“Great.” You thought to yourself. It wasn’t too bad though, as you quickly decided to take this time to admire his face.

His cheekbones were flawless; sculpted to perfection. You often teased him about being able to cut your finger on them. Those and his jawline, of course. You took notice of how thick and full his beard had gotten. He talked about how much he wanted to shave it.

“I think I need a new look.” He would often tell you.

He was wrong of course; he looked handsome with his beard and he absolutely did not need a new look. You stated this many times and so, you became the reason he hadn’t brought himself to shave it.

You continued to drink in every detail of his face. His hair was originally in a loose bun before you guys went to bed. But, the rubber band must have fallen out over night because his hair was all over his face and his pillow.

You pushed a few strands out of his face and tucked them behind his ear. This made him stir but not wake up. You started to trace his face with your finger which obviously tickled because he stirred again, this time turning onto his back. You didn't want to wake him; he looked so peaceful. However, you did want your boyfriend to wake up and shower you in kisses, as he always did. Today you decided you would return the favor.

You scooted in close to him, placing your hand on his stomach and lying your head on his chest. He instantly cradled you but you weren’t sure if he was awake or if it was just out of habit.

“Still nothing?” You questioned yourself. You quickly sat up and straddled him. If he wasn't awake before, he definitely would be now. You began leaving light kisses all over his face; moving from his forehead down to his jaw. He sighed, placing his hands on your hips, his eyes still closed. You both smirked.

“About time.” you whispered more to yourself than him. You continued with your assault and moved to his neck, causing him to let out a quiet groan. He felt you smirk against his skin.

"Someone's finally awake." You grin, still placing kisses on his neck.

"How could I not be?" He huffed, squeezing your hips.

You laughed, "Yeah well you weren't up yet. Had to take matters into my own hands."

You continued to kiss all over his neck, making sure your lips lingered on each one. He moved both of his hands to your back, rubbing circles.

"What're doing, doll?" He questions groggily, still drawing circles on your skin.

"Peppering you with kisses. You always do it to me." You say, trailing your kisses down to his chest.

“Yeah, well you know what that leads to…." He says, moving his hands back to your hips, giving them a light squeeze.

You sit up to face him, only to be met with a stupid grin plastered on his face, matching yours.

"Well Mr. Barnes, that will not be happening today." You laugh before hopping off your boyfriend and off of your shared bed.

You begin a slow path to the door, making sure to switch as much as possible; Bucky is definitely an ass guy. Once you reach the doorway, you turn around and lean against the doorframe, eyeing your boyfriend.

"Oh c'mon, Y/N. You know I can't resist you. Especially when you're wearing nothing." He sits up, running his hand through his hair in an attempt to fix it.

"I am wearing something." You say, smirking. You take the hair tie off of your wrist and begin to play with it absentmindedly.

"Yeah, you're wearing my favorite bra and undies." He says, hopping out of bed and pulling on a pair of grey sweatpants.

Bucky had picked out the lavender colored lingerie set earlier in the year while he was on a trip to France. He claimed it would look gorgeous on you since he never saw you wear purple much. Needless to say, he was right. It quickly became not only his but also your favorite set.

"Still not nothing." You stick your tongue out at him.

You go back to playing with your hair tie, eyeing Bucky every once in a while. You bite your lip and you know you can see him internally fighting himself; you knew you had him wrapped around your finger. He walked over to you, taking his time, looking you up and down. He bit his lip at the sight of you, he’d gotten extremely lucky.

"You're killing me, doll." He says, putting his hands on your waist.

You reach up and wrap your hands around his neck, "I'm not doing anything." You say, grinding your hips against his. He lets out a soft moan and you laugh. You bring him down to you. He expects a kiss but you place your face beside his ear.

"Am I bothering you, Buck?" You whisper, taking this time to bite his ear, eliciting a moan from him again.

"Not at all." He replies shakily, his grip on your waist tightening a bit.

You remove your hands and step away from him, "Good." is all you say before he watches you retreat down the hallway.

***

Oddly, neither one of you were in the mood for breakfast. You wanted ice cream and Bucky wanted you.

You grabbed the tub of ice cream out of the freezer and grabbed a spoon all while Bucky watched you, biting his lip. He looked as if he might attack you. You placed the ice cream on the counter.

"Little help?" You ask innocently, extending your arms and making a grabbing motion.

Bucky walked over to you, picked you up and placed you on the counter. He stood in front of you, arms folded.

"Thanks." You say, opening the tub of ice cream. You began to eat it, making sure to lick your spoon clean each time. You knew it would drive Bucky crazy, which it did. Bucky moved closer so he could stand in between your legs. He placed his hands on your thighs, moving his face inches from yours.

You take the spoon out of your mouth, "Want some?" You offer.

Bucky ignored your question and instead looked at you, completely agitated. He looked like a kid who just couldn't quite reach the cookie jar. You shovel another scoop of ice cream into your mouth. A drop of ice cream falls off of the spoon and onto your breast. The freezing temperature on your skin made you squeal. You looked up at Bucky, only to see him looking at the drop of ice cream. Or at least you thought that's what he was looking at. You were about to wipe it off when Bucky brought his tongue to your breast, licking off the ice cream. You let out a soft moan and throw your head back, closing your eyes. “No way is he teasing me now.” You thought. You looked back at Bucky who was now smirking at you.

"Something wrong, doll?" He asked, tightening his grip on your thighs. He knew that his tongue and his hands were two of your weaknesses and boy, was he using them against you.

"I'm fine." You say, smirking back.

You push his chest lightly and hop off the counter, putting the ice cream up. Just when you're about to turn around, Bucky traps you between the fridge and his body. You have place your hands on the fridge to stay upright. Bucky's hands wrap around your waist as he starts to leave soft kisses on your shoulders.

"I've been playing nice, doll." He says, kissing your sweet spot, "But…..it looks like the tables have turned."

You turn around in his grasp, only to have Bucky push your back into the fridge. No way were you letting him turn this on you.

"I'm not the one who's rock solid." You say, palming him through his joggers. Man was he hard.

Bucky let out a grunt and bit his lip, causing you to smirk. You thought you were winning this little competition that had started until Bucky pulled your arms above your head, grinding both his hips and his hard on into you. You let out a soft gasp, slowly fluttering your eyes shut. Bucky held your arms with one hand and used the other hand to grip your waist, pulling you even closer.

"Well played, Barnes." You sigh, finally opening your eyes. He smiled, considering himself victorious.

Unfortunately, what came next was not what he was expecting. You wrapped your leg around his, making him trip and fall backwards. You both ended up rolling on the ground and in the end, you were straddling Bucky while he was on the ground trying to process what just happened.

"Started training with Nat recently, picked up a few things." You say, a smile playing on your lips. He let out a laugh, moving his hair from his face.

"So, do you surrender?" You say, leaning into his ear. You held his arms out to the side, surprised that he wasn’t trying to free himself from your grasp.

"Never."

Bucky easily removed himself from your grip, flipped you over and ended up on top, holding your arms to the side. He smirked as you processed what happened.

"Well played." You groan.

"Just give me what I want,Y/N. I know you want it too." He growls. He brought his face down to your neck, leaving kisses everywhere. He moved down to your collarbone, eventually letting go of your arms but it’s not like you were gonna resist now; the sensation of his lips on your skin gave you goosebumps. He kissed in between your breasts, making sure his lips lingered. And continued as he dragged his kisses down your stomach. You closed your eyes as you let out a small moan and ran your fingers through his hair. Maybe he had you captured. He began to kiss the inside of your thighs, making sure to get as close to your heat as possible. You began to arch your back, ultimately trying to bring him even closer to you.

Once he notices your arch, he stops his assault. "Looks like I win." He says, looking up at you, his face still in between your thighs.

He stands up, leaving you a little pissed he won the same game you had started and created. He offers you a hand which you gladly take. When you stand up, you lightly punch him in the stomach. He chuckles as he holds his stomach.

"This was supposed to be my thing." You whine, folding your arms like a child.

"Sorry, doll, I’m just too good.” He smiles. “Let me make it up to you?”

Bucky grips the back of your thighs and proceeds to pick you up, your legs automatically wrapping around his waist. You place your hands on his shoulders and bury your face in his neck, placing a kiss or two. He carries you back to your bedroom and sits on the bed. You remove your face from his neck and scoot closer to him. He grins a big dopey grin at you, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

"You're so beautiful," he places a kiss on your forehead, "I want you to know that. And that I’m lucky to have you.”

You smile at him and place a short but sweet kiss on his lips.

"Finally" He breaths.

"What?" You laugh.

"I've wanted a kiss this whole time."

"I teased you this whole time over a kiss?" You say, dropping your hands from his shoulders.

He chuckles and nods, "The teasing was nice too though."

You lightly smack him in the head and fold your arms across your chest again. He laughs.

"I should do this more often. You're cute when you're mad." He says, pulling you close and placing a wet, sloppy kiss on your cheek.

"Yeah yeah. Whatever Barnes."

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After shutting herself into the art room of Tenko’s enormous home, Angie was hard at work on her latest project. A doll with button eyes, sewn to perfection, with the cutest red hair and witch hat, all for her fellow mastermind friend. Angie felt in debt to Tenko. Being so welcoming when everyone else had left her behind. Even if Tenko planned to try and indoctrinate Angie, she didn’t particularly care. She just... couldn’t be alone. Not like she felt on her island. Not after all that she went through in the name of their god. Atua. She never wanted to feel anywhere near how she felt in those days.

The artist set her supplies down, and stretched her arms up high. Angie thought well to take a nap and regain her inspiration. The artist trudged to the room made for her specifically with her doll in hand. She needed to hide it from Tenko for it to be a surprise!

Angie laid down in bed, snuggling the soft blanket and her wolf plush for comfort. It didn’t take long for sleep to take over her body, whisking her away into a land of vivid colors and shapes. Her dream realm. The only place where the pains of reality left her behind.

Most of the time.

“Angelina.”

“........ Leave Angie alone. You aren’t real.”

“Angelina, you are aware of my existence. You are the only one who can hear me. Why do you keep shutting me out?”

“Angie doesn’t know who you are.” She hissed. “You speak like you have been trying to reach her for ages! But it has only since Angie’s defeat that she has heard you. Who are you?”

“Has it really been so long that you do not recognize my voice...?”

“That isn’t an answer to Angie’s question. She asked for a name. Who are you?”

“......... Atua. Angelina, I am your god.”

“...” Angie fell silent. “.... No. You are not. Angie... she...” The reality of the situation sunk into her body, and the truth hurt more than anything else. She had to come to terms with her lie, now that it was staring her in the face. “..... Angie has not heard your voice, since...”

“I know. I know, Angelina. Calm yourself, please.” The voice assured, sensing that Angie was close to tears.

“Y-You left me...” Angie cried. “You abandoned Angie. W-Why..?”

“I was never truly gone. After your traumatic experience, you lost sight of me. You lost sight of your faith. Therefore, you could no longer hear me. But... I never truly left your side. I was always there. Even in your worst hours.”

“Of course Angie lost her faith! H-How could she not!?” Angie asked through sobs. “You.. You allowed my father and those of my land to... humiliate me. In your name. They claimed it was your will. How could Angie e-ever love a god who does that to her!?”

“Angelina.... that was not-“

“Y-You weren’t there! You weren’t there for me when I needed you most! How could you do that to me!? After I gave my life for you!” Angie yelled, fuming and yet crying.

The voice said nothing for a moment as Angie curled into herself and hugged her own frame. The artist shook with grief. Finally, all of her cards were on the table. She had lost faith in Atua years ago. She only used him as an excuse for her evil actions, because she saw him as evil herself. Things could’ve been different, but it’s useless to imagine the possible positive outcomes of her life. What good would it do, but make her cry harder?

Angie felt a warm presence surround her. Like a blanket draped over top of her head, or a warm breeze after the winter season. Or... a hug.

“That was not my will, Angelina.” The voice said firmly. “Your father lost my voice years ago as well. He was not the prophet any longer. You were. Even then, he sought out to soil you too. He ruined every plan I had. He shut me out, and in turn, he forced you to shut me out as well. He forced you to become what he is, Angelina. A monster.”

Angie sniffled, feeling awful that she couldn’t hug the omnipotent being back, only feel his presence. “... Angie is a monster..? She never.. wanted to be one...”

“No one does. The world gives them reasons to become one. Whether they cave to those reasons is up to them. I’m sorry you fell into that trap, Angelina. I’m so sorry I couldn’t save you sooner.”

“Save me..?” Angie asked slowly.

“Yes. I am not going to leave your side again, Angelina. There was an opening in your heart the day you failed your mission of despair. I took my chance, and sought you out once again. To right what has been wronged.” The warmth pulled away from Angie as her tears began to dry. “I am offering you redemption.”

“Redemption? Does Angie... really deserve that? How will she..? How will I achieve this?”

“It will take time, patience, effort, pain, and a strong will. Luckily for you, Angelina, you have what it takes to move forward. You can look back, you can reflect on the past, but do not let it dictate your actions today. You can be better.”

“Will.... Will Angie be forgiven for her grievances?”

“... I can not guarantee forgiveness from all. The road to redemption will be hard. You will relapse, you will apologize many times, and you will grow from it. But, I can guarantee a happier life for you, Angelina. With me by your side. Forever.”

Angie felt her spirit lighten. Her anxiety for the future felt almost nonexistent any longer. Like she was as a child. Like she hoped to be in the future. No longer stuck in the past, but the present. “What.... what should Angie do first, Atua?”

“Take down your mask. Become who you want to be, not who you were forced to become. That is your first step forward, my child.” The dream shuddered into static, and Angie looked around frantically. “You will do wonderful things, Angelina. Believe in yourself. Believe in me.”

Angie jolted up out of her sleep, head fuzzy and body feeling lighter than air itself. The artist jumped out of bed, bounding towards the mirror in her small personal bathroom. She looked at herself. She saw herself.

Take down your mask.

Angie knew what she needed to do. Though, the process would be long, good things are never easy, huh?