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A/B/O with Bucky Barnes
A/N: Kinktober fic #11
Errrr đ«Ł Donât come after me if this is inaccurate or weird or anything, please. I wrote this mostly based on memories from back when I had an A/B/O phase. Please let me know if I missed any warnings!
Written for an ftm!Reader
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CW: missing Bucky; heats; Reader is an Omega; Reader nests; cramping from heats; sex toys; explicit sexual content; smut; Bucky is an Alpha; ruts; sexual teasing; scent gland biting; nudity; missionary position; rough sex; Readerâs parts are called dick and hole; mentioned multiple orgasms; cumming inside; unprotected sex; knotting; licking; âI love youâs; mentioned multiple rounds
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You missed him.
You always did when he was on a mission, but this time was worse. You couldâve sworn youâd double-checked your heat schedule, planned for a few days extra just in case.
But apparently not.
Now youâre ransacking the house, grabbing every pillow, blanket, and soft thing you can find. Youâre dressed only in his clothes, his scent helping calm the distress clawing at the back of your mind.
Last time heâd helped you build your nest. Now it feels weird to not have him around.
You drag the load of soft things to your bedroom, breathing in the faint but mixing scents of you and your mate. It relaxes you a little more, gets you more focused on your task.
You have a nest to build, a heat to go through. Itâll be hard without him, but youâve done it before. You can do it again.
Hopefully.
Your heat hits right as you finish your nest. You crawl into it, stripping off everything but his shirt. You need him on you somehow.
Everything feels hot. Hot hot hot. Itâs only made worse when the cramps hit. Strong aching cramps that make you scramble for a toy.
Your entire body screams for him and heâs not there.
The anguish fades once you start to fuck yourself with the toy. Once pleasure starts to do away with the cramps and melts your mind. Itâs a big toy, modeled after him, and you intend to use it as much as you can.
Itâs not your alpha, but itâll do for now.
Youâre two days into your heat when you hear footsteps. You immediately curl into yourself, fear spiking through the haze of pleasure. Then you catch the scent.
Youâre on your feet in an instant, flinging yourself into his arms. âAlpha!ïżœïżœ
âOmega.â His voice is low, a rumble of need. He might not be in rut yet, but the sight of you all naked and needy is enough to do him in.
His lips crash to yours, mouth greedy and bruising. He kisses you like heâs going to claim you all over again and you go weak in his arms for it.
His fingers come down to tease your hole, slick gushing over his hand. Youâre beyond soaked, your body aching for him. Even just the brush of his fingers has you clenching hard enough to cramp.
You whimper pathetically, shifting and squirming to press yourself down on his fingers. You need something, anything, in you.
Thankfully, thankfully, this finally seems to trigger his rut because he growls and buries his face in your neck. Nipping at your scent gland. âOmega.â
âAlpha!â You melt against him and he scoops you up. Carrying you to your nest.
He makes a sound of approval at the sight, making pride fill every inch of your being.
He lays you down and strips, revealing every bit of his perfect body to you. Your mouth waters, your body already aching for him.
He waits for a moment, letting you get comfortable in the nest before making a move. You appreciate it, swaddled by blankets and pillows as he moves to kiss you.
You moan as he drags his thick cock against you, slicking it up. When he finally pushes in, you gasp and shudder before melting completely. It feels so good. So thick and long and perfect. So much better than a toy.
You cling to him, lips melding to his as he starts to fuck you. It feels so right, kissing your alpha like this.
He pulls back, leaning down to nip at your neck once more. Then he starts to fuck you. Hard and fast; deep, pounding thrusts that leave you breathless and whining.
You canât think. Thereâs nothing in your mind but praise for your alpha. Broken coos you manage to whimper out. He seems to revel in them, growling out snarled praises of his own.
You cum once, twice, three times in the first round. You canât help it, not when his fingers find your dick and rub it so well. Not when heâs fucking you mindlessly, snarling out promises of breeding and pups.
Itâs over when you bare your neck to him. When you expose your gland to him. He bites down hard, claiming you all over again. And you melt into it all over again, crying out softly as his thick seed fills you up.
As his knot settles into place. Locking his cum inside you.
He immediately licks at your neck, soothing the sting of the bite with his saliva. You relax into the pillows, sweaty and panting.
A single moment of clarity pierces your mind and you smile lazily. âI love you, Bucky.â
He grins, all teeth and sharp eyes. âI love you too, handsome.â
You start round two not long after.
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I have a prompt idea, Trans reader (ftm) in the 1940s being bullied, steve and bucky find reader and help him, start to friends to poly lovers (steve x bucky x reader), fluff with a little angst and soft smut, just an idea
Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes x FTM reader
Headcanons
I donât actually know a whole lot about the era for trans people, especially in Brooklyn during those years. So, Iâm just writing on a feeling and adding what feels right. Have I ever mentioned that pre-serum Steve is one of my favorites?
Writing this actually reminded me of something I wrote forever ago, called party of one, two, three? You can read part 1 and 2 here, if you are interested. I wasnât really in the mood to write detailed smut, so.
Being a trans guy in the 30s and 40s wasnât easy, but was anything during that time? Depending on where you were from and when you came out, you might have had the chance to live as a man.
If letâs say you moved to Brooklyn when you were old enough to know that you were a man, and you had always presented as such, then you might have been able to get a job, and if you knew the right people, fake documents.
If you had always lived in Brooklyn, then it was a lot harder, as most just assumed you were a lady who dressed like a lad because you didnât want to âdo your dutyâ as a woman, or whatever they had on their minds.
Either way, Steve and Bucky were some of the few people who supported you no matter what, if they only knew you as a man, or if you guys had grown up together. If you fit in Steves clothes you could borrow his, and if Steve was too small, well, then bucky had a closet with clothes too.
Being picked on was hard to avoid, in either situation. The first would be because you were such a small, scrawny and feminine guy. The second because you were a lady that needed to be put in her place.
The second was always more dangerous. The first, theyd just rough you up a bit and taunt you a little, but it always ended up as more of a âhaha we are just taking the pissâ. The second? It felt like the men who cornered you had something to prove, to you or themselves you didnât know. But they wanted to prove that they could âfixâ or âcorrectâ you.
Living in Brooklyn and being a weirdo like you meant you knew how to fight, somewhat at least. Enough to not go down without a fight. But no matter how much you practiced, keeping up with multiple fully grown men was difficult.
If you already knew Steve and Bucky or not, the two would step in when they saw this. Steve first, being the righteous guy he is, would run in swinging. Scrawny arms and wheezing breaths, eyes burning with the fury of a thousand suns, the blonde so incredibly enraged at the very idea of someone treating another person this way.
Steve never lasted long though, but luckily Bucky was never far behind. In the end, Steve always looked as beat up as you, and maybe it was because he bruised and bled so easily with how sick he was.
Steve struggling to his feet and holding out a hand to pull you up, eyes still sparkling and teeth bloody as he grinned, was enough to make your heart race.
Bucky at least didnât look like he was the main victim of your group of attackers. He was a bit ruffled up, sure, but he still looked mostly put together.
It should shock no one that Bucky easily led you and Steve back to his and Steves apartment, where Bucky got to work patching you both up as they made you talk about the guys who did it, and why. Steve because he wanted to go back out there and smack them straight, and Bucky to be on the safer side.
Be it the first or twentieth time they save you from your so-called bullies, Steve and Bucky stayed just as intense and caring. Even when they didnât have a lot, or Steve was sick, you always felt like you belonged and was as much of a man as them.
When you three started dating it got a little easier. Everyone already knew that Steve Rogers as built like a twig, but would swing until there was blood if he needed too. He was snarling, snapping and as feral as those starving alley dogs. He was as protective as one too, not just of you but Bucky too.
Bucky wasnât much better, though he hid it more successfully. Everyone thought that Barnes was the charming, sweet talker, who liked to talk it out without fighting. But they were wrong, when it came to you and Steve, Buck could be worse than Steve.
Both your fellas were protective and possessive in their own ways, but you couldnât say you didnât feel the same. You wanted to drown the men who antagonized Steve for his height and sickness in the piers. And jealousy reared its hideous head when the pretty ladies fluttered their lashes at Bucky whenever he passed.
The three of you were all a mess, but you were each otherâs mess. You and Bucky never saw Steve was just his disease and lack of stature. Steve and you never just saw Bucky as his handsome face and face charm. And they never saw you as a lady, you were as much of a man as them.
The only time it ever became a challenge, your biology being different, was when you guys got intimate. But it was never made a huge problem. There were days when Steve couldnât get it up because of his health, or where he could even participate because of his lungs. And there were days when you didnât want to be touched because your body made you sick. You guys just found ways to make it work.
Sometimes you and Steve would just sit back on a chair each, one youâd dragged in from the kitchen, to watch Bucky pleasure himself and show off in bed. It was like your own litter theater, and Bucky really loved to be watched and praised by you two.
Sometimes it was Steve lying in bed carefully touching himself, at times it was just him caressing his own torso and telling you two all his wildest fantasies, his face and chest bright red from his flush.
And there were even times when it was you, when dysphoria wasnât swallowing you whole and howling that your body was wrong. You never looked at yourself when you would be with them, but having two men with their own naked bodies made it harder to focus on your own.
Some days you would imagine that their body was yours, and the dysphoria wouldnât be so bad. It also helped that Steve didnât grow as much body hair as Buck, meaning Steve was almost as naturally hairy as you. Part of you just basked in the fact that one of your partners looked like you in that way.
The days you were fine with touch, Steve and Bucky never let it go to waste. You couldnât fuck them like you three all wanted, they didnât really have toys like that at the time, or at least accessible to you three. This just meant you guys had to get creative.
God gave humans hands and fingers for a reason, and you all had mouths. You always wore so many layers anyways, so the many hickeys your lovers left on you were easily hidden. The chest was always off the table though, and neither of the men complained.
Bucky was the best at praise, so naturally gifted that Steve would joke that he should become some pulp writer, that he should write those cheap sappy romance novels the ladies liked.
This didnât mean that Steve wouldnât praise you and Buck, he did, just in his own ways. The blonde always struggled with forming the right words and getting them out, but his sketchbook filled with pages and paged of you and Buck was all the praise you needed.
They would be good partners. Neither have a label for what you guys are, or what their sexualities are, they just know you three love each other, and thatâs all that matters.
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Skittish | Bucky Barnes x ftm!reader | english version
summary: After a long battle and especially hard research, the Avengers finally found the Winter Soldier. To keep everyone safe, they keep him locked in their HQ. In semi-freedom but especially in a trance, Bucky Barnes attracts the attention of the young boy in charge of taking care of him during his stay here.
notes: I prefer to specify it, the temporality is not exactly respected. Let's say that all this takes place just after Captain America: The Winter Soldier.
â ïž warnings: mentions of heavy trauma related to the war and the Hydra projects, a form of depressed!Bucky, violence, weapons, incomprehension of transidentity without transphobia, mentions of suicidal thoughts.
English isn't my first language, sorry for the mistakes <3
- 2nd person description
- 5 371 words
french version here
You were the little protégé of the group, he had quickly noticed. Even if Natasha didn't have superpowers or a robotic suit either, she was part of the team. She and Clint were kind of the superhumans of the group, with superhuman abilities but nothing that surpassed Thor's lightning or Hulk's muscles. Then, there was you, a fairly normal little human with no particular specificities. High intelligence, extreme kindness and an adorable smile. But no mastery of martial arts. You knew the basics of fighting, Nat had taught you the main thing. You had ended up understanding Bruce's extravagant chemical formulas, and you understood the most important things Tony said in his intense nerd phases. But once again, you were nothing special, and that made Bucky wonder. Why was a basic human here? What were you doing in the middle of the Avengers? Even though he had missed a few decisive years from a social point of view, he didn't understand.
As he stared from his cell, he saw scenes he didn't know how to interpret. You assisting Tony Stark and Jarvis, you laughing with Bruce Banner, you helping Natasha Romanoff train, you carrying Steve Rogers' shield to him, you sorting Clint Barton's arrows, you redoing Thor's braids.
What were you doing there?
You had cheerfully introduced yourself to him. With a friendly smile on your lips, you had stated your name, first name and pronouns â he hadn't really understood this last point â. You had surely been informed of his situation. Don't be offended, he'll need a little time, someone must have whispered to you. He hadn't answered you, and you hadn't seemed offended. You had then left, and he had remained perplexed. If you already knew everything about him, why come and introduce yourself? You must have read his files, you must have all read his files. Steve had to slip away to get some air, Natasha inspected everything in detail, Bruce muttered "itâs awful". You had to read his files. See his life laid out on a large table, foreign hands going over the medical reports. You had to read with anguish the endless list of victims he had killed during his missions, observe the modifications that had been made to him, the treatments inflicted, the pains endured. You had seen all that. Then, why come see him?
"Let's just say I don't really like you hanging around this guy," Tony's voice had been saying for several minutes, "Jarvis copy this plan for me and make a 3D reconstruction with train stations, airports and all the stuff."
The holograms moved before your eyes, but you hadn't paid attention to them. Back then, the first time you saw this virtual world being modeled in Tony's office, you were like a kid. Stars in your eyes, you asked a thousand questions per second, making the creator of this program smile. But now you knew yourself how most of the "Jarvis" system worked, and you weren't so impressed anymore, or at least you weren't with every move Stark made.
"I don't see what's bothering you," you replied, innocently swinging your legs in the air.
Tony turned around with his ever-so-dramatic gestures, making a vague movement with his hand he tried to make you understand things without having to speak. Unfortunately for him telekinesis was not part of your abilities.
"Okay," he admitted to himself, defeated, "to start with his sophisticated robotic arm that could crush you before you could scream," he mimed disinterestedly, âdid you look at him? Unstable and completely high."
A non-hidden smile drew a curve across your lips.
"We're still talking about Bucky Barnes?â you had fun, âbecause I rather have the impression that you're looking at yourself in a mirror"
You glanced at Jarvis, who was finishing your friend's request. Then, your attention went back to the billionaire who was visibly desperate to have this discussion with you â you were getting used to it, a demonstration of love coming from Tony â.
"I prefer to cut you off right now," your voice continued, "I forbid you to give me the traditional excuses like he's dangerous or armed or he's a murdererâ. You got down from the table where you were sitting and gestured around the room, âlook around Tony, only weapons or future weapons,â you got closer to him and pointed at his forehead, âyou have the greatest weapon that humanity has ever known in this skull. Natasha and Clint are professional killers, Steve is a traumatized soldier who makes a denial, Thor is an alien with supernatural powers and Bruce is a scientist haunted by a destructive alter-egoâ. You pause to admire the still indecipherable facial expression of the man in front of you, âyou are all murderers and dangers to Mankind, the only difference between you and Barnes is that you chose to devote your talents to a cause, and he had no choice".
Tony remained motionless for a few long seconds, a whirlwind surely vibrating his neurons. Then, he shrugged his shoulders and quickly bowed his head in defeat.
"You're right," he declared, "Iâve no more arguments and yours are solidâ, he turned and went back to Jarvis, âwell done kid"
A year ago you would have been perplexed by this reaction, but time had taught you that you had to take Tony Stark with a grain of salt and observe him as you would with a foreign mushroom. All you could remember from this interaction was that you were tired, that you had won against the great megalomaniac Iron Man and above all that you had to talk to Barnes again.
No one had really agreed with Steve on the idea of ââbringing a Hydra mercenary back to Avengers HQ. It's the equivalent of serving him our secrets on a silver platter, Clint had rightly said. You had been surprised to see Nat defend Barnes, alongside you and Steve â of course â. There was Bruce who couldn't deliver a distinct judgment, then Tony and Clint who were against. Thor having left, you didn't know where in space, the votes had therefore been closed with a majority of for.
You had helped Captain set up a room that was at least habitable in a protective cell, a bit like the one that had sheltered Loki. While the tall blond carried the fold-out bed, you had taken care of a bag of clothes â approximately Barnes' size â and another with water and sweets, this idea had come from you. You found it unfair to call this man a simple murderer, he had been manipulated and controlled. As you put the cereal bars on a small iron table, you tried not to think about the chaos that must be going on in the Winter Soldier's head at the same time. He must have been just as traumatized as his victims, maybe even more so. And finding himself in such a particular environment overnight must have been disturbing. So a chocolate bar and a soda couldn't hurt him.
Thank you, Steve had murmured, for understanding. You had given him a touching smile, holding back the urge to ask him how he felt. He had just found his best friend, who was supposed to have disappeared for several decades, and on top of that, this friend had suffered inhumane treatment for most of his life now. It was obvious that he didn't feel well, that he was helpless in the face of this situation. Bruce had advised you to give him time, and that if he needed it, he would end up talking to one of you. You had listened to his advice, and focused more on Barnes instead.
You had introduced yourself first, starting with a simple acquaintance. You had then made sure to take care of his needs, slipping in a new bottle of fresh water when the previous one was empty, opening his prison only when night fell so that he could go shower without running into a contemptuous Tony or a depressed Steve.
On this subject, rules had been established to guarantee everyone's safety. If Bucky left his cell it was always in the company of one of you â you were the only ones with the passes â, if he asked for something â which he never did â the object had to pass through several control portals before being given to him, and finally no matter where he went, toilets or showers, someone had to watch over him within the limits of privacy. Bruce had offered to take turns, but judging by the faces of the others you had volunteered to ensure most of his outings. Natasha was supposed to replace you when you weren't available, then Tony if neither of you were present. This way you had avoided conflicts but also and above all Steve wouldn't have to go there.
You didn't know him, Bucky, having only seen the videos in his file, and yet every time you went to visit him your stomach knotted. There was no question of fear, since his robotic arm had been censored to the maximum thanks to a Stark gadget, leaving him only the freedom to use it as a normal limb, without super-strength or integrated weapons. He remains a super soldier, Bruce had warned, his physical faculties are superior to Nat's and he has a serum similar to Steve's in his veins. But you weren't afraid. Unfortunately a goat would have made you shiver more than Barnes when you went to see him. He was always on pause. Never spoke, barely moving his gaze from the ground. You had been reassured to see that he ate the bare minimum, and he had even tasted a chocolate bar one day. But aside from these details, it was as if you were seeing the same robot in the same position, day after day. Your stomach knotted for these reasons, because when you brought him clean sheets he had nothing of the man you had seen on video. The rage that haunted his eyes had disappeared, there was only a nameless emptiness left, and you had never seen anything so sad. You didn't feel like you had a hundred-year-old Hydra soldier in front of you, but a broken orphan.
You spent a lot of time rereading his file, his reports, his exams. You tried to understand him through these papers. Steve was lost, he no longer saw Buck in those eyes, and you were trying to understand what he had become, Buck. According to his personal file, he had been found at the age of twenty-six before undergoing Hydraâs experiments. A photo of him, in 1943, was stuck to the paper. A shy smile on his lips, his infantry hat slightly tilted on his head and his uniform without a crease sitting proudly on his chest. A tear had seriously rolled down your cheek, ending its path in a Russian handwriting: ĐĐžĐŒĐœĐžĐč ĐĄĐŸĐ»ĐŽĐ°Ń, in other words Winter Soldier. Bruce had carried out a complete tradition of all the documents, later corrected by Natasha. Maybe rereading these texts was not good for you, but you needed it. You were the only one here who was interested in Barnes. Steve felt so guilty that he was in a kind of denial, Nat was only coldly studying the soldierâs file and letâs not even talk about the others. Bucky needed time, understanding and gentleness to at least not make his after-effects worse. You most certainly had to make mistakes, not being a psychologist by profession, but you were already doing better than your comrades and than Hydra.
"Nice evening, huh?" Your voice echoed in a leaden silence.
The sun had set for over three hours, most of the Avengers were in their rooms or gone outside, which meant that it was the perfect time for Barnes to take a shower. You had gathered your strength and went to the soldier's cell. When you had passed by, about two hours ago, he had not wanted to eat his meal so you had taken it back and heated it up again for later. With the hot dish in one hand, you carefully closed the armored glass door behind you. As you expected, Barnes had hardly moved since your last visit. Still sitting cross-legged in his bed, he seemed vaguely to notice your presence.
"I know you didn't want to eat earlier," you began, putting the meal down next to him, "but I thought that maybe your appetite had returned in the meantime."
Sometimes you were entitled to a small, hoarse "hum" from the back of his throat as a response, but you wondered if it was intentional since his gestures didn't match this slight sign of life. Unfortunately, tonight wasn't part of that "sometimes." No noise, barely a breath. But you didn't get discouraged.
The first few times you came to talk to him, his complete lack of reaction had made you wonder about his possible understanding of your language. Yet you had read that he read and spoke at least two languages, including yours. You might not understand what I'm telling you, you had mumbled while picking up his used clothes. Your biggest interaction with him had been when he had looked you straight in the eye and said in a pleasantly deep voice: I understand.
âOther than that you can-â
You were surprised to see him stand up on his own, studiously heading towards the exit door while waiting for you to open it. You were usually the one who went first to the exit, waiting two or three seconds for him to get up and join you. But this was a nice surprise, maybe it meant that his condition was improving.
Your electromagnetic pass stuck to the dashboard, a small beep sounded before you pushed the heavy door and let Barnes go first. These security questions were mandatory for you to approach the Winter Soldier. Always making him walk in front of you, making your pass inaccessible â hidden in your sleeve most of the time as Bruce had advised you â, a bladed weapon concealed against your ankle in case of trouble, and you weren't supposed to talk to him about yourself or the team. Clint had wanted to add an additional rule: not to speak to him unless necessary, to prevent any risk of manipulation. Did you look at him carefully? Had you imposed yourself in the discussion, he didn't utter any opposition during the whole process to bring him back here, and then remember his mission reports, he wasn't a spy but a mass murderer, he was programmed to speak as little as possible to his victims. Tony had agreed with you on the subject, recalling the case of Loki â once again â who was very different from Barnes.
Stupid rules, you thought as you watched the silhouette of the man in front of you advance in the long corridor. If the others saw him for more than five minutes, they would realize that he was nothing more than a victim in this cell. They all found you a little naive and they appreciated you for that, a ray of hope in the midst of chaos. Yet you were by far the one with the best perception of the others. Each villain had arguments, good or bad, you listened to them all. You reasoned with the team, making them come out of their superhero bubble to show them the possibility of a little levity.
You did not doubt the abilities of Barnes, you wanted to find yourself face to face with him even less than with Nat â and that was already a lot â. You sometimes looked again at the surveillance videos taken the day Natasha and Steve fought him for the first time. He was hypnotizing, in the way all his movements seemed to come together with such fluidity and speed, the way his body thought for him and acted accordingly. You were dizzy from a roll in comparison, so seeing it all was astounding. Of course, there were horrible explanations behind these gifts, just like most people who could reproduce all this, but you still couldn't help but analyze these videos. And then, there in that hallway, you looked at Barnes' back, his arm gleaming, the red star enthroned there, and you wondered what was going on in his mind. What he could do was inhuman, and seeing it in image reinforced that feeling.Then you had to realize that he was a human being, who had once been like you. His way of functioning had to have been completely disrupted, distorted and destroyed. We had to reduce to crumbs what had been to build what was now, that was how it worked. To adapt to a new environment we were always advised to forget everything we thought we knew, all the movies said it. In the same way that flat-earthers were convinced that the Earth was flat, Barnes no longer saw the world the way you did.
As the rules said, you discreetly put your pass in a pants pocket as you reached the bathroom. Simple locks served as security, and it was more than enough. No one except you had ever mentioned the possibility that Bucky was trying to end his life. If he did, the bathroom was the best place, which is why a simple lock would do the trick so that you or someone else could break down the door if necessary. But you avoided thinking too much about this exit, because through the few interactions you had had with him and the thoughts you had about him, you had become truly attached to him.
You opened the shower curtain, under Barnes' intrigued gaze. Each Avengers had a bathroom with the bare minimum in their room, but there were also three larger bathrooms on the second floor. These were the rooms to clean yourself in an emergency when you came back covered in blood, or Bruce went there in the event of a green alert for example. They were more accessible than the bedrooms, which explained this function. But what made Bucky curious was not that. You always gave him room number two, with a basic shower, a sink and a toilet. But there you were in number one, with a bathtub. He quickly detailed the room, slightly larger and apart from the bathtub there was nothing that differentiated it from number 2. As always, you had previously removed all objects that could be used as weapons. The pile of two clean towels overhung by harsh soap and shampoo â to avoid the risk of swallowing or too aggressive eye attacks â and the washcloth, were still carefully placed on the edge of the sink. So why a bathtub?
As if you were reading his mind, you turned around in a fluid movement. You took the time to appreciate Barnes' expressive gaze â it was so rare â before answering his questions.
"I assumed it must have been years since you had a real bath, you tried to avoid the Hydra subject, so I thought it could be a good idea?â
A good number of emotions passed through the blue of his eyes, only accentuating your apprehension about his reaction. No one had been even friendly to him for a long time, which meant that he was going to take a while before properly reacting. But as you had imagined, his gaze scanned the bathtub behind you at breakneck speed in search of a trap. I'm not like them, you thought with a pang of heart.
"I know what you must be telling yourself, but there is no trap Bucky,â his name resonated more than you would have imagined, âit's going to be long but believe me I'm not trying to kill you or hurt you"
A heavy doubt seemed to weigh, and you could only understand. This kind of sentence, he must have heard far too many before ending up electrocuted or worse. To help his process, you moved away and let him fully observe the place. His eyes locked on the shower head longer than expected, and once again, you felt nauseous as you imagined the traumas that must be replaying in his head. In that moment, you thought back to the first time you had led him into a bathroom. He had refused to get into the shower, his jaw clenched to the point that his teeth must have hurt, he had stared at you with a cocktail of indecipherable emotions in his eyes. You had ended up remembering the treatment reserved for Jews in the showers during the Second World War, and you had immediately apologized. Sorry, I should have thought of that, you had said guiltily, if you want you can just wash yourself with the washcloth and the faucet water, no need for the shower head today if you don't trust it. And the situation seemed to be happening again tonight, he was afraid that you would want to get rid of him during his shower, or bath in this case. Unfortunately, techniques have evolved since 39-45, especially since he was in the HQ of the greatest engineer in the United States, which meant that you could have found many methods to kill him while he was washing.
But you had to find a way to reassure him, because you had no intention of executing him quietly, and you wanted to be sincerely nice.
"Maybe if it reassures you I can-,â you hesitated before telling yourself that it was for a good cause, âI can stay with you? There's a curtain anyway"
Faced with his expression that swayed from surprise to doubt, you felt obliged to justify.
"If there's gas or an explosion, I'll die with you, which wouldn't be very appreciated by the teamâ, you paused slightly to gauge his reaction, âand if there's anything else threatening you can kill me yourself since I'll be right next to youâ. You then brandish the doorâs key between your two fingers, âon top of that I lock us in and leave the key on the edge of the bathtub, so I don't run away and lock you behind me"
You had the strong impression that in another time, Barnes would have smiled, maybe even laughed. Then, to your surprise, you saw a semblance of amusement in his eyes. An almost invisible veil that lasted only a second, just long enough for a distant version of him to take over the Winter Soldier. You couldn't help your smile, waiting despite everything for a more concrete reaction before reacting in return.
Bucky tried to get a dominant emotion out of the hubbub that was playing in his mind. You were definitely different, and he was beginning to understand why you had your place in the middle of a band of superhumans. And even if someone who spoke like you had the perfect profile to manipulate people at a high level, he risked taking his chance.
"Can I have twenty seconds alone to undress"
The shiver that electrocuted your entire body surely did not go unnoticed. His voice, his tone, gave a more directive than questioning turn to his question, and you only nodded slightly. In turn, you became as silent as him, too disturbed by the outburst of reactions on his part in such a short time. You left the bathroom, pushed the door behind you without closing it, because despite your shock, your unconscious valued your safety.
While you waited for some signal authorizing you to enter the room, you wandered on new thoughts. Barnes had not spoken to anyone from what you had been told. The cameras had recorded that during the fight to neutralize him he had spoken, a few Hydra men were with him so you had assumed that he was giving them orders in Russian. Natasha had been too busy trying not to die to pay attention to what he had said, but in hindsight, you wanted to know what had come out of his mouth that day. Tony liked to say that Russian was one of the least welcoming languages ââin the world, but strangely hearing it from Bucky made you want to. Maybe it was his growling voice, maybe because Russian had been his ânativeâ language for years. Besides Russian, he spoke other languages ââaccording to reports, but then again he hadnât shown off his skills to anyone but you. Besides, Iâm pretty much the only one heâs seen since he arrived, you thought. But he had still had the opportunity when Bruce had come with you to visit him to check a wiring on the dashboard. He could have done it from his cell too, since it was completely transparent and he could see the hallway where many people passed, he could have talked. But he hadnât, and without knowing why you had the feeling that he only wanted to talk to you.
The sound of water almost made you jump. You muttered a curse â hoping Bucky hadnât heard â before slowly turning towards the door.
âCan I?â You rather ask to avoid a drama.
By the time he answered, you let your mind wander again. What if he was just naked in the middle of the room? Hydra had conditioned him to lose all sense of ownership, to make even his body no longer belong to him, which he meant was that nudity was no longer taboo and that on the contrary â given to the horrors these people had done â they could very well have forced him to stay naked to humiliate him further.
"Yes," his voice echoed vaguely.
Preparing yourself for the worst, you took a deep breath and kept your eyes high to avoid any eye contact in the wrong place. But as you opened the door you were relieved to see the curtain halfway drawn and Bucky already in the water. A feeling, which at the time you compared to a parent proud of their child, warmed your heart. It may not have been much in the eyes of the world, but you imagined the man's feelings when he plunged a body that had become almost unknown into warm water prepared for him, and him alone. Comfort, surprise, relief. A lot must have been going on in the Winter Soldier's head.
You closed the door behind you, locking the exit as planned. But as you moved closer to place the key next to him, a second wave of heat passed through your body as you realized something. He had only drawn the curtain halfway, thus hiding the lower part of his body but leaving you all the pleasure of seeing from his torso. Once again, in other measures you would not have found the situation moving, but rather comical. Except that this is the Winter Soldier, and all his communication was done without voice. He had left his arms and face visible so that you too could see that he wasn't a threat. In the same way that you had found a solution to his anxiety, he was taking a step towards you, showing you that you had no reason to fear him at the moment.
"Thank you," you murmured.
As if you were afraid of breaking the moment, you settled down without a sound. There was no chair here, but the floor suited you. You crossed your legs while resting your back against the small extension of the wall attached to the bathtub. This way, you stayed close enough to him while respecting a necessary distance to avoid seeing the rest of his naked body.
You forgot to check the time, no longer counting the minutes of observation that the man in front of you gave you before asking questions.
Bucky stayed in the water for a whole hour before it started to cool down. You spent all your time detailing his relaxed face, his eyes closed as if he was going to fall asleep from one second to the next. Then when he opened his eyelids again, he looked at you in turn for a few seconds, before asking you if he could get out of the bath. In his sentence, reality hit you again.
You had a mad desire to tell him that he was free, that he no longer had to take orders. You wanted to show him the world, to make him taste vanilla ice cream, to make him smell incense in churches, the greasy of triple burgers. You had the need to see him buy with his own money, help him get up from his first falls. When he looked at you with his big blue eyes, waiting for your permission to get out of a bath, you wanted to ask him for forgiveness, in the name of humanity. To promise him that no one would come and hit him, to promise this little boy that nothing would happen to him, that he could live a peaceful and happy life with his friends and family. But looking at the raw skin on his left shoulder, looking at the weapon that was implanted in his body, you felt your stomach turn. No one had been there to protect this child from Brooklyn, none of the people who had done this to him had even felt sorry for this man. And today he was sleeping in a cell capable of resisting the strength of the Hulk.
"You can get out of the bath," your voice broke.
He obeyed, rolling the superhuman muscles of his body to straighten up. You barely moved, being too far away in your thoughts to even think of looking away from him. A new blow was dealt to your heart as you realized that yes, he no longer had any notion of possession over his body. Two drops of water fell against your calf as he grabbed the largest towel and wiped his skin without emotion. The rough sound of the fabric made you shiver, and then you slowly stood up. He was taller than you, but neither that nor his robotic arm stopped you from grabbing his wet towel. His body failed to react when you passed the white fabric against his arm, his face was frozen in an expression of total incomprehension, faced with the softness with which the towel came into contact with his skin.
You finished your task, as if he were just a tiny puppy to wipe. Then, you took three steps back and fixed your eyes on his. You handed him some clean clothes, before taking the key back and heading towards the door.
âI really need some hot chocolate,â your voice still broken with tears declared, âand Iâd love to share it with you, Bucky.â
Your slightly trembling hand wiped the moisture from your cheeks, then gradually turned back to the soldier after unlocking the exit. He had already dressed, the black jogging bottoms falling low on his hips. Bucky examined your face, and his eyebrows met in a half-confused, half-sad expression. He got close enough to you for you to feel the warmth he gave off.
âNo cinnamon,â he said, âI donât think I like it.â
You let out a nervous chuckle, telling yourself that only you could find yourself in these situations.
âNo cinnamon.â
There was a first time for everything, and when you saw â later that night â whipped cream on the Winter Soldierâs lips, you thought that after all, the child could not be saved but that you could bring the man back to life.
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masterlist.
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Hey guys! Guess who's back? That's right, me đ
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 đ 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⊠letâs imagine that you and Bucky are in love, but you are so stubborn to admit thatâŠ
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.
Authorâs 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) âĄ
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!
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Hii ! It's been a little time since i send you a request ;) how are you doing ? Good i hope !
I saw that you wrote some Bucky stories so may i ask for one too ? I'm obsessed with his winter soldier mode, it's so interesting in a lot of ways. So, i would love a scene where he's still under Hydra control (during the Captain America 2 yk ?) and ftm!reader or gn!reader as you prefer, is part of the civils while Bucky is fighting with the Avengers. Everyone is terrified, but reader is beyond reason and can't stop looking at Bucky fighting moves. But it happens what happens and Buck, while trying to kill Natasha, find reader hidden behind a car and he stares. He kinda has a freeze when he sees the way reader's eyes are not fully scared but mostly amazed !
Thanks for reading me, hope this scenario suits you ? đ
Veneration
Pairings: Bucky Barnes x FtM Reader
Summary: During the fight between Captain America and The Winter Soldier, you can't help but be mesmerized by the way Bucky moves.
A/n: I'm glad to get another request from you! Im doing well, hope you are too! Can be read as FtM reader or male reader. Requests open.
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The cacophony of screams and sirens was deafening. Downtown Manhattan, usually a vibrant tapestry of life, had transformed into a chaotic warzone. Captain America and the Winter Soldier, two titans of a bygone era, clashed amidst the terrified throngs. Buildings trembled under the impact of their superhuman blows, glass shattered, and vehicles were tossed like toys.
Amidst the pandemonium, a young man stood transfixed. His eyes, wide with a strange mixture of admiration and exhilaration, were glued to the spectacle unfolding before him. He wasn't cowering like the others; he was mesmerized. The Winter Soldier, a whirlwind of motion, captivated him. The effortless grace with which he moved, the brutal efficiency of his combat, the chilling indifference to the chaos he wrought â it all ignited a strange fire within him.
He knew it was dangerous. He knew the risks were immense. He'd seen firsthand the destructive power of the Winter Soldier, the way the concrete beneath his feet had shattered as he slid across the street, a testament to the raw force he wielded. Yet, instead of fear, a thrill coursed through him. It was like witnessing a forbidden dance, a savage ballet of destruction.
He continued to watch, every detail burned into his memory. The way the Winter Soldier's metallic arm glinted in the sunlight, the chilling precision of his strikes, the almost animalistic ferocity that emanated from him. He memorized it all, until the encroaching chaos forced him to seek cover.
He found refuge behind a mangled car, his heart pounding. Peeking over the wreckage, he witnessed a chilling sight â the Winter Soldier's mask, torn from his face, lay discarded on the pavement nearby.
An inexplicable urge washed over him. He reached out, his hand trembling slightly, and picked up the mask. The smooth, cold metal felt alien yet strangely familiar in his grasp. He ran his fingers over it, lost in a reverie.
He didn't hear the footsteps.
The Winter Soldier stood before him, his eyes narrowed, assessing. The young man, expecting a torrent of rage, was instead met with an unsettling stillness. Gone was the cold, calculating killer; in its place was an intense scrutiny.
The Winter Soldier saw no fear, no disgust, only⊠admiration. It was a strange sensation, to be the object of such intense, almost reverent attention.
The young man, seemingly oblivious to the danger, reached out and offered the mask back to him. "Take it," he whispered, his voice barely audible above the din.
Bucky, for that was who he was, accepted the mask with a curt nod. He secured it over his face, the familiar metal a comforting presence. As he turned to face his opponent, his metal arm instinctively deflecting a thrown shield, he couldn't shake off the image of the young man, his eyes wide with a mixture of awe and something⊠more.
Bucky didn't know who he was, but a premonition, a faint echo in the depths of his artificially enhanced mind, whispered that this encounter, this fleeting moment of shared intensity, would prove to be far more significant than he could possibly imagine.
This encounter, he felt, was the first chapter in a story that would forever intertwine their destinies, a story of admiration, obsession, and perhaps, even more.
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REQUESTS
These are requested by you, anons and non anons. I try to get these to be between 1-2k words so it's fair.
I'll write pretty much anything as long as it's not incest, underage NSFW, bodily fluid kinks.
Please keep in mind that I do work full time so I will do my best to get these done as soon as I am able to.
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NOTES
I wanna thank those who have requested. It has been such a pleasure to write for you!
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! Intro !
!! THIS IS AN 18+ BLOG, MINORS DNI !!
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Hi! My name's BugMunch and I write smut. :)
I take requests!
Who I'll write about:
Steve Harrington
Billy Hargrove
Eddie Munson
Argyle
Jonathan Byers
Mike Schmidt
Derek Danforth
Peter Parker/ Spiderman (Andrew Garfield)
Loki
Bucky Barnes /Winter Soldier
Steve Rogers
Bruce Banner
Tony Stark
Young Magneto
Young Charles Xavier
Logan Howlett (wolverine)
Wade Wilson (Deadpool)
Spencer Reid
!!! I MAY HAVE FORGOTTEN A FEW PEOPLE SO IF YOU HAVE REQUESTS FEEL FREE TO ASK!!!
What kind of things I'll write:
Character X Male Reader
Character X Female ReaderÂ
Character X FtM Reader
Character X MtF Reader
Character X Gender neutral! AFAB Reader
Character X Gender neutral! AMAB Reader
Character X Reader X Character
Character X CharacterÂ
Sub! Character X Dom! Reader
Dom! Character X Sub! Reader
What I WON'T write : Non-con, watersports, age regression in a sexual manner, play with bodily fluids that aren't cum and blood, anyone underage.
Taken anon emojis:
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Here is a link to my Master list
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HOUNDING⊠cal. 19. transmasc. he/it. you can find me on twitter under the same name.
HOWLING⊠simon âghostâ riley. john price. john âsoapâ mactavish. kyle âgazâ garrick. phillip graves. alejandro vargas. rodolfo parra. alex keller. matthew murdock. foggy nelson. frank castle. peter parker. steve rogers. bucky barnes. the winter soldier. arthur morgan. sean macguire. homelander. frenchie. billy butcher. hughie campbell. motherâs milk. jon snow. the hound. wyll ravengard. gale dekarios.
BARKING⊠sfw, nsfw, ftm reader and character, amab, top!reader, bottom!reader, sub!m!character, top!character, he/him &. they/them reader. pet play, primal play, water sports, character x character, platonic dynamics, fluff, angst, age gap (not illegal), feminization, a/b/o, hybrids, monsterfucking (to an extent), alternative universes, breeding, oviposition, size kink
SNARLING⊠fem!reader, scat, age play, underage, non-con, dub-con, snuff, bestiality, incest/stepcest, vomit, forced-anything.
COLLARING⊠no tag list yet.
BITING⊠do not flirt with me / make jokes about flirting with me, ask me to write anything it says i wont write.
PETTING⊠reblogging my work, sending asks, giving yourself an anon âname,â asking about stuff you dont see on either list of do/do not writes, spitballing ideas in my asks, sending requests,
CLAWING⊠#sfw for only sfw, #n/sfw for nsfw, #cal speaks for personal posts, #cal writes for my writing, #ftm for ftm reader or character.
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89 and 90 with bucky and ftm reader
89.First Time
90.Unexpected Virgin
Bucky turns away from you and shrugs off the innuendo you just made.
"You do get it right?"
"yeah it's a sex joke, just because I was brainwashed I know what those are." He snaps and you frown, he'd never seemed to get so defensive before.
"Is this bothering you, we can stop if it's, a um, trigger you know that right?"
"Not a trigger, just reminds me of the 40's..." he confesses and you nod hoping he explains more.
"I've never actually, done anything, properly... there were a few things that, happened when I was under.." He implies hydra's control and you wince. You leave your bedroom when Clint calls that the movie is set up, you frown a little, you had hoped to actually do something with Bucky tonight.
"But I've never you know..." He implies as you sit next to him throwing a blanket over both of you.
"Buck is a virgin." Steve comments not looking up from the TV. You and Tony both choke a little on your drinks. Natasha just smirks.
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husband has a real ring to it ⥠sam wilson x male reader
anon: hey so like, being sam wilson's husband (or new husband) at your wedding??? (sorry itâs a bit short...)
i havenât specified if the male reader is cis or trans but there is a bit in here where the reader compares themself to steve, whether you see this as the reader being trans or cis is up to you.
the gif has no significance itâs just a good gif... also there is a HUGE lack of sam content out there. people get you shit together and write about my fave man. not proof read.
It is an odd time.
The country you now stand in is completely foreign to you. Nat can speak the language; you think it might me some form of Russian. If you could guess you think you might be in the Ukraine or a country that was once a part of Soviet Union.
None of the on the run Avengers will tell you exactly where you are for you safety but you donât care.
All you care about right now is the blazer you just tried on is too wide at the shoulders.
Even Steve says the shoulders of the jet black jacket are too wide even for him and that saying something coming from a man who was artificially made to be the spitting image of masculinity and heroism.
Sometimes you do get jealous of the super soldier and how he came to be.
Once a skinny and short kid now the second most handsome man youâve ever seen, sometimes you think âif only i was as strong as Steve and not a useless civilianâ.
Thought if anyone hears your negative thoughts in this small, cramped room off the side of a small abandoned church you would be done for.Â
Natasha, Wanda, Steve and Sam have always loved you and they donât tolerate your pessimism at all. None of them will take your self-loathing especially on this very day.
But thatâs the thing, youâre not self-loathing today. You push away any non-happy thoughts and put on a genuine smile.
It may not be official in the eyes of the law for your other half is a wanted war criminal but your getting married to your long time boyfriend Sam Wilson today and nothing will stop you from doing so. You have both promised that he will properly marry you but for now you have agreed to exchanging rings.
âWhere did you find this place?â you ask Nat as she takes you too big blazer from you.
The place is completely and utterly abandoned in the middle of nowhere. Plants have caved in apart of the roof but the stained glass still absorbs and reflects light making the rotten pews look like the seats of a king.
âI knew you might not want to get married in a church but this is the safest place I could find, that with the fact this is no longer a place of worship.â She walks over to you and tucks a handkerchief into your white dress shirt pocket.
Regardless of if your religious or not you know this place is a perfectly acceptable place to trade rings with the man you love.
Nat looks you over and smiles, her arms wrapping themselves around you in a rare hug.
âYou look very handsome (y/n).â she mutters.
âEven with my beard?â you half joke, referring to the scraggly hair growing back on your chin from shaving it off the week before for a disguise.
âYou have a better beard that Sam and Cap put together.â Her tone is joyous but utterly serious which makes you smile grow even bigger.
You do not feel any negativity, all you feel is utter euphoria in your wedding attire.
âYou ready to goâ she whispers like a happy mother about to marry off her only son.
All you do is nod as you let her lead you out to the alter where you both wait for Sam and Cap to arrive.
Wanda sits in a front pew; she very obviously misses Vision and if it was up to you he would be here to celebrate for you had befriended the synthetic man before the âcivil warâ happened.
But alas none of you can risk you all being found out on your unofficial wedding day.
For a moment you all wait in silence looking up the stain glass of some kind of saint.
This isnât the place you want to get married in but you can see itâs charm even if itâs been abandoned, ransacked and left to rot.
You can imagine Steve giving Sam a prep talk, for he had given you one about an hour before.
When Steve had talked to you he seemed like a overjoyed father, even with the tears in his eyes, youâre still thankful the super soldier talked to you.
Your waiting is cut short as the side door that you and Nat had came through opens to show both Steve and Sam.
Steve walks out first, holding the door open for Sam then Sam walks out, his eyes automatically on you.
âOw, I though Steve was going to walk you down the aisle.â Wanda quips to Sam despite her brooding feelings.
A short conversation goes on between Sam and Steve (probably another pep talk) but all you can focus on is Sam looking at you as he talks to Steve.
Steve pats Sam on the shoulder, which turns into a hug, then he lets him go.
 Sam wears a suit very similar to yours; a simple black suit that could be found quickly and very easily without being detected by Tony or an of the American government.
The woman in the small mum and pop shop where very kind to you both despite their being a language barrier, they had helped you get the suits for a good price.
Much like you also Sam wears no blazer jacket, with you donât mind considering you can see every muscle through the hand made white shirt.
âWhereâs your blazer?â you ask.
He walks right out to you and holds your hands. His hands are cold but you assume itâs from standing around in a derelict church for a while.
âIt was too small in the shoulders.â He smiles, the gap in teeth showing.
âAh, that could have been my blazer Sam.â You laugh grabbing the attention of the others. You all laugh at the mishap of the mixed up blazer but that doesnât really matter.
Wanda stands up and passes both of you the rings; one single silver band with your name carved on the inside for you and a much fancier looking ring for Sam. Despite Samâs ring looking more expensive itâs actually very cheap.
He had quickly bought it when you were all hiding out in China, Sam had quickly realised that he had a ring for you but he didnât have one for himself. Heâs had your pure silver ring for years now waiting for the right moment to give it to you.
 âHow do we actually do this?â you whisper whilst the other sit down on the pews.
âI donât really know, maybe when just exchange the rings and say something.â
âLike vows? Do we kiss?â the questioning isnât really that serious for the two of you are smiling like idiots.
âWell all I can say is that I canât wait to spend the rest of my life with you-â Sam begins saying as he slips the silver ring on your finger, â-I love you my husband.ââ
âWow⊠husband has a real ring to it.â You beam as look down at Samâs hands, you fingers nimbly placing his ring on, â-Does this now mean I get to kiss the bride?â
Your joke not only makes yourself laugh but you can hear the laughter of the other in the background.
âGladly.â Is all Sam say before holding your face and kissing you.
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honestly i donât think this is the best thing ever but iâm posting it.
iâve been writing a lot of ftm trans reader requests today so i kind of automatically wrote the reader as trans at first. iâve changed it so the reader can be cis or trans but i just putting that out there just in case iâve forgotten to change something. (sorry)
also i know that many people have different types of weddings and cultures so iâve tried to make it as ambiguous as i can, that why itâs not a technically legal wedding.
anyway, sam is the best and i would love to write more fics for him!
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I'm not sure if you're taking requests since I'm new to your blog, but if you are; could I humbly ask for some hate sex that turns soft with top!dom Bucky and a male reader (preferably FtM, but I'm not picky).
a/n- thank you sm for your request! sorry it took a little bit to get to, hope you enjoy!
Twin Sized Mattress
Non MLM/NBLM DNI
Pairings- Bucky Barnes x FTM Reader
Summary- Being forced to go on a mission with Bucky takes a turn when he decides you need to learn how to be respectful
Word Count- 1548
Content Warnings- Top/Dom Bucky, Description of AFAB genitalia, Hair Pulling, Fingering, Soft Bucky, Pet Names, Slight Praise, Slight Degradation
Of course, you get stuck with the fucking asshole on this mission.Â
You and Buck have been driving around for six hours to get to this shitty hideout. You lazily throw your duffle bag into the dusty floor as you fall into one of the shitty twin-sized mattresses on the floor. You hear the usually annoyed grunt from Bucky as he looks out the small window.Â
âAt least no ones gonna be seeing us here.â You click your tongue as you sit up, shoving your shoes off your feet. âObviously, no ones gonna be looking in a dump like this.â Bucky glares over at you as he sits stiffly on the other mattress. âYou shouldn't be taking your things off, anyone could come in at any moment.âÂ
The eye roll you give just seems to piss him off more as you slide your gloves off. âYou just said no one would come here and now you're pissed over me taking these annoying ass clothes off.â His cold gaze does not change as he flexes his fingers. âIt's to keep you protected, it's not supposed to be comfortable.â You chuckle to yourself as you lay back on the bed, desperately trying to trick yourself into thinking it isn't as hard as a rock.Â
âYou're not the one running around in binding tape all day.â Bucky rolls his eyes as he stands up, pacing back and forth around the small room. âNo but I am the one running around in metal all day, I think I've got you beat.â The ceiling isn't nearly as interesting as you wished it was as you try to tune him out. âOh my fucking god whatever.âÂ
Resting your eyes doesn't seem to be an option either as Bucky murmurs under his breath as he walks. Whispering to himself about âyoung and annoying new membersâ and âhe barely knows what he fucking does.'Â
âYou know I can hear you, right asshole?â Bucky stops in his tracks to look at you. âYeah, that's the fucking point.â âYou know that just because I'm younger doesn't mean I'm not capable. Not all of us can be super soldiers from the forties.â Bucky tightens his jaw as he makes his way over to you. âYou seriously need to be taught a lesson, considering you don't know how to be respectful in any way towards me.â A laugh comes out of you before you can stop it, making Bucky's eyes go dark. âWhy the fuck should I respect you? All you ever do is be an asshole to me.â The way Bucky towers over you is enough to send a chill down your back. You sometimes forget he's the winter soldier.Â
Something is sitting in Bucky's eyes that you can't pinpoint as he bends over slightly. âI could teach you a lesson right now, that is if you want me to.â A familiar warm sensation runs throughout your body as you sit up on your forearms. âGeez if you wanted to fuck me you coulda just said so.âÂ
Bucky rolls his eyes as he sits on the mattress with you, trapping your body between his legs. He cocks an eyebrow at your unmoving form as he slowly begins taking off his suit. âWhat the fuck are you looking at, take your shit off.â You giggle at his annoyed face as you slowly slip off your turtle neck. âCalm down asshole, I'm getting there.â
The smirk that forms on Bucky's lips makes your brain fog. You don't have time to hesitate on taking your pants off when Bucky moves over top of you, smashing his lips onto yours.Â
His lips are softer than you imagined, completely taking over every thought you had as your hands immediately shove into his hair. He groans deeply into the kiss as his hand's grip onto your waist, holding you still against the mattress. âYou look so good like this.â He murmurs, snaking his hand around your throat, giving an experimental grip. The way you breathe out a moan tells him everything he needs to know as he tightens. âYou're a good boy when you have a hand âround your throat huh?âÂ
You can't do anything but buck your hips as you let out a small whine, silently begging him to continue. Bucky slides his hand up your chest, just missing your tape as he watches you flint at the cold contact. He finally removes his hand from your neck to let you breathe. âYou gonna be a good slut for me?â You nod desperately as you reach up to grab his shoulder, only to have him smack them down. âDid I tell you to move slut?â The raspiness of his voice makes you still. âI'm sorry.â Your voice comes out as a weak murmur. Bucky grins like a wolf getting its prey as he leans back over you, resting his forehead on yours.Â
His hand slowly begins going down your chest, his eyes pouring into yours. The second his hand begins fumbling with your best you freeze. Your hands move before you can stop them, clasping over his wrists. âDid I tell you to fucking move!â He growls.Â
But something strangely soft shifts in his eyes as you look at him in the eyes. âSorry, just instinct.â Bucky takes a moment to look at you as he brings his head down to place a gentle kiss on your lips. âDon't worry, I'll be gentle.â The way he whispers strangely calms every nerve in your body as you slowly let go of his wrists.Â
Bucky begins leaving small kisses on your neck as he slowly undoes your belt, smiling on your skin when he hears you whine. Unbuttoning your pants takes no time at all as he slips his hand into your underwear. He keeps his hand on top of your underwear as he begins moving his finger, waiting to hear a noise from you to hear if you're alright.Â
He gets his answer almost immediately as you grip his hair, lightly moaning out his name as you move your hips along with his finger. Bucky grins widely as he picks up his pace, quickly moving his hand into your underwear. His finger almost immediately circles your clit, making you jump into his body above you. The way he chuckles in your ear makes you swoon as he moves his finger to slowly push inside you.Â
You immediately moan out his name, your grip on his hair getting tighter as you desperately move your hips along with his motions. âGood boy.â Bucky's voice in your ear isn't helping the heat swelling in your stomach as he adds another finger, moving his pace faster and faster, his thumb moving to circle your clit again.Â
Your eyes roll back as you feel the knot in your stomach snap before you even realize it's happening. Bucky seems caught off guard as he removes his hand, sticking his fingers in his mouth. The sight makes you turn to mush under him. Â
âYou want me to fuck you, pretty boy?â A nod is all you can give as Bucky begins taking his pants off. âI'm gonna need a yes baby.â Your voice is meek as you try to get your words out. âYes please.â Bucky grins as he bends over you, âGood boy.âÂ
Your mind goes blank when he pushes in, you can hear Bucky groans above you. You arch into his broad chest as he wraps his arm around your back. The slow feeling of him getting deeper nearly throws you over the edge again as he finally bottoms out. His robotic hand is cold against your back, sending a shiver up your spine as he slowly begins moving.Â
Bucky doesn't seem to realize just how fast he's going, even if it is his idea of slow. You feel your legs begin to shake as you tangle your hands in his hair, moaning his name in his ear. Bucky chuckles as he somehow gets faster, deep-voiced groans echoing in the room. âYou're so loud baby, you want everyone to hear how much of a slut you are?â Even though his words are crude, you can't help but hear the softness in his voice as he holds you tighter to him.Â
The feeling of him getting sloppier with his thrusts tells you everything you need to know as your grip on his hair gets tighter. âI'm close.â You attempt to mutter out, grinding your hips along with his. Bucky kisses your neck as he desperately pounds into you. âFuck, I am too.âÂ
The shake that courses through your body is enough to make you scream, holding Bucky as close to your body as you possibly can. Bucky's thrusts finally come to a halt as you feel him cum inside you, holding himself against you as he finishes.Â
Deep breaths are the only sound heard in the room as he finally gets off of you, laying on the mattress next to you. âYou ok?â He asks, combing a bit of your hair out of your face. You nod as you stretch out your legs, feeling your body come down from its high. âYou gonna stop being a brat now?â You chuckle as you pat the top of his head. âNo, I'm not.â
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Skittish | Bucky Barnes x ftm!reader
notes : je prĂ©fĂšre le spĂ©cifier, la temporalitĂ© nâest pas exactement respectĂ©e. Disons que tout cela se dĂ©roule juste aprĂšs Captain America : The Winter Soldier.
rĂ©sumĂ© : AprĂšs une longue bataille et surtout de dures recherches, les Avengers ont fini par retrouver la trace du Soldat de lâHiver. Pour maintenir la sĂ©curitĂ© de tous, ils le gardent en sĂ©curitĂ© dans leur QG. En semi-libertĂ© mais surtout dans un Ă©tat second, Bucky Barnes attire lâattention du jeune garçon chargĂ© de sâoccuper de lui durant son sĂ©jour ici.
â ïž warnings : mentions de lourds traumatismes liĂ©s Ă la guerre et aux projets Hydra, une forme de dĂ©pressif!Bucky, violence, armes, incomprĂ©hension de la transidentitĂ© sans transphobie, mentions de pensĂ©es suicidaires.
english version here
- Description Ă la deuxiĂšme personne
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Tu Ă©tais le petit protĂ©gĂ© du groupe, il lâavait vite remarquĂ©. MĂȘme si Natasha nâavait elle non plus pas de supers pouvoirs ou de combinaison robotique, elle faisait partie de lâĂ©quipe. Elle et Clint Ă©taient un peu les supers humains de la bande, avec des capacitĂ©s surhumaines mais rien qui ne dĂ©passe la foudre de Thor ou les muscles de Hulk. Puis, il y avait toi, un petit humain assez normal et sans spĂ©cificitĂ©s particuliĂšres. Une grande intelligence, une extrĂȘme gentillesse et un sourire adorable. Mais pas de maĂźtrise des arts martiaux. Tu connaissais les bases des combats, Nat tâavait appris le principal. Tu avais fini par comprendre les formules chimiques extravagantes de Bruce, et tu comprenais le plus important de ce que disait Tony dans ses phases de nerd intenses. Mais encore une fois, tu nâavais rien de spĂ©cial, et ça interrogeait Bucky. Pourquoi un humain basique Ă©tait ici ? Quâest ce que tu faisais au milieu des Avengers ? Il avait beau avoir ratĂ© quelques annĂ©es dĂ©cisives dâun point de vue social, il ne comprenait pas.
Lorsquâil marchait Ă travers le bĂątiment, il tombait sur des scĂšnes quâil ne savait pas interprĂ©ter. Toi assistant Tony Stark et Jarvis, toi riant avec Bruce Banner, toi aidant Natasha Romanoff Ă sâentraĂźner, toi portant le bouclier de Steve Rogers jusquâĂ lui, toi triant les flĂšches de Clint Barton, toi refaisant les tresses de Thor.
Quâest ce que tu faisais lĂ ?
Tu tâĂ©tais gaiement prĂ©sentĂ© Ă lui. Un sourire amical aux lĂšvres tu avais Ă©noncĂ© ton nom, prĂ©nom et tes pronoms â il nâavait pas vraiment compris ce dernier point â. On tâavait sĂ»rement mis au courant de sa situation, ne te vexe pas il lui faudra un peu de temps avait-on dĂ» te murmurer. Il ne tâavait pas rĂ©pondu, et tu nâavais pas semblĂ© vexĂ©. Tu Ă©tais alors reparti, et il Ă©tait restĂ© perplexe. Si tu savais dĂ©jĂ tout de lui, pourquoi venir se prĂ©senter ? Tu avais dĂ» lire ses dossiers, vous aviez tous dĂ» lire ses dossiers. Steve avait dĂ» s'Ă©clipser pour prendre lâair, Natasha tout inspecter en dĂ©tails, Bruce marmonner des âquelle horreurâ. Tu avais dĂ» lire ses dossiers. Voir sa vie exposĂ©e sur une grande table, des mains Ă©trangĂšres parcourant les contre rendus mĂ©dicaux. Tu avais dĂ» lire avec angoisse la liste interminable des victimes quâil avait tuĂ©es lors de ses missions, observer les modifications quâon lui avait fait, les traitements infligĂ©s, peines endurĂ©es. Tu avais vu tout ça. Pourquoi venir le voir ?
« Disons que je nâaime pas vraiment que tu traĂźnes autour de ce type, dĂ©clarait depuis plusieurs minutes la voix de Tony, Jarvis copie moi ce plan et fais en une reconstitution 3D avec gares, aĂ©roports et tout le bazard »
Les hologrammes bougĂšrent devant tes yeux, mais tu nây prĂȘtais plus attention depuis le temps. Ă lâĂ©poque, la premiĂšre fois que tu as vu ce monde virtuel se modĂ©liser dans le bureau de Tony tu Ă©tais comme un gamin. Des Ă©toiles dans les yeux, tu posais milles questions Ă la seconde, faisant sourire le crĂ©ateur de ce programme. Mais Ă prĂ©sent tu savais toi mĂȘme comment fonctionnait la plus grosse partie du systĂšme âJarvisâ, et tu n'Ă©tais plus si impressionnĂ©, ou du moins tu ne l'Ă©tais pas Ă chaque geste de Stark.
« Je vois pas ce qui te dérange, répondis-tu en balançant innocemment tes jambes dans le vide »
Tony se retourna avec sa gestuelle toujours aussi dramatique, faisant un vague mouvement de la main il essaya de te faire comprendre les choses sans avoir à parler. Malheureusement pour lui la télékinésie ne faisait pas partie de tes capacités.
« TrĂšs bien, sâavoua-t-il vaincu, pour commencer son bras robotique sophistiquĂ© qui pourrait te broyer avant que tu ne puisses crier, mima-t-il avec dĂ©sintĂ©ressement, puis lui-mĂȘme au global, tu lâas regardĂ© ? Instable et complĂštement perchĂ© »
Un sourire non camouflé dessina une courbe à travers tes lÚvres.
« On parle toujours de Bucky Barnes ? T'amusas-tu, parce que jâai plutĂŽt lâimpression que tu te regardes dans un miroir »
Tu jetas un petit coup dâĆil vers Jarvis, qui finissait la demande de ton ami. Puis, ton attention partit de nouveau sur le milliardaire visiblement dĂ©sespĂ©rĂ© d'avoir cette discussion avec toi â tu finissais par avoir lâhabitude, une dĂ©monstration dâamour de sa part â.
« Je prĂ©fĂšre te couper tout de suite, continua ta voix, je tâinterdis de me sortir les traditionnelles excuses dans le genre il est dangereux ou armĂ© ou c'est un meurtrier. Tu descendis de la table oĂč tu Ă©tais assis et montras avec des grands gestes la piĂšce, regarde autour de toi Tony, que des armes ou futures armes. Tu te rapprochas de lui et pointa son front du doigt, tu as la plus grande arme que lâhumanitĂ© nâait jamais connue dans cette boĂźte crĂąnienne. Natasha et Clint sont des tueurs professionnels, Steve un soldat traumatisĂ© qui se voile la face, Thor un alien avec des pouvoirs surnaturels et Bruce un scientifique hantĂ© par un alter-ego destructeur. Tu Ă©mis une pause pour admirer lâexpression faciale toujours aussi indĂ©chiffrable de lâhomme en face, vous ĂȘtes tous des meurtriers et des dangers pour lâHomme, la seule diffĂ©rence entre vous et Barnes est que vous avez choisi de livrer vos talents Ă une cause, et que lui nâa pas eu le choix »
Tony resta durant quelques longues secondes de marbre, un tourbillon sĂ»rement en train de faire vibrer ses neurones. Puis, il haussa les Ă©paules et inclina rapidement la tĂȘte en signe de dĂ©faite.
« Tu as raison, dĂ©clara-t-il, jâai plus dâarguments et les tiens sont en bĂ©ton, il se retourna et repartit vers Jarvis, bien jouĂ© petit »
Il y a encore un an tu aurais Ă©tĂ© perplexe face Ă cette rĂ©action, mais le temps tâavait appris quâil fallait prendre Tony Stark avait des pincettes et l'observer comme on le ferait avec un champignon Ă©tranger. Tout ce que tu pouvais retenir de cette interaction Ă©tait que tu Ă©tais fatiguĂ©, que tu avais gagnĂ© contre le grand mĂ©galo Iron Man et surtout quâil fallait que tu parles de nouveau Ă Barnes.
Personne nâavait vraiment Ă©tĂ© dâaccord avec Steve sur lâidĂ©e de ramener un mercenaire dâHydra au QG des Avengers. Câest lâĂ©quivalent de lui servir sur un plateau en argent nos secrets, avait Ă raison dit Clint. Tu avais avec surprise vu Nat prendre la dĂ©fense de Barnes, Ă tes cĂŽtĂ©s et ceux de Steve â bien entendu â. Puis il y avait Bruce qui ne savait pas livrer un jugement distinct, puis Tony et Clint qui Ă©taient contre. Thor Ă©tant parti tu ne savais oĂč dans lâespace, les votes avaient donc Ă©tĂ© clos sur un majoritĂ© de pour.
Tu avais aidĂ© Captain a installĂ© une chambre un minimum habitable dans une cellule de protection, un peu comme celle qui avait abritĂ© Loki. Tandis que le grand blond portait le lit dĂ©pliable, tu tâĂ©tais occupĂ© dâun sac de vĂȘtements â approximativement Ă la taille de Barnes â et dâun autre avec de lâeau et des sucreries, cette idĂ©e venait dâailleurs de toi. Tu trouvais injuste de qualifier cet homme de simple meurtrier, il avait Ă©tĂ© manipulĂ© et contrĂŽlĂ©. Tout en posant les barres cĂ©rĂ©ales sur une petite table en fer, tu avais essayĂ© de ne pas penser au chaos qui devait au mĂȘme moment se jouer dans la tĂȘte du Soldat dâhiver. Il devait ĂȘtre tout aussi traumatisĂ© que ses victimes, peut-ĂȘtre mĂȘme plus. Puis se retrouver dans un environnement aussi particulier du jour au lendemain devait ĂȘtre perturbant. Alors une barre en chocolat et un soda ne pouvaient pas lui faire de mal.
Merci, tâavais murmurĂ© Steve, de comprendre. Tu lui avais rendu un sourire attendrissant, retenant lâenvie de lui demander comment il se sentait. Il venait de retrouver son meilleur ami, qui Ă©tait censĂ© avoir disparu depuis plusieurs dĂ©cennies, et en plus de ça cet ami avait subi des traitements inhumains durant la plus grande partie de sa vie Ă prĂ©sent. CâĂ©tait Ă©vident quâil ne se sentait pas bien, quâil Ă©tait dĂ©muni face Ă cette situation. Bruce tâavait conseillĂ© de lui laisser du temps, et que sâil avait besoin il finirait par parler Ă lâun dâentre vous. Tu avais Ă©coutĂ© ses conseils, et tâĂ©tais davantage concentrĂ© sur Barnes Ă la place.
Tu tâĂ©tais dâabord prĂ©sentĂ©, commençant par un simple rapprochement. Tu avais ensuite fait en sorte de veiller Ă ses besoins, glissant une nouvelle bouteille dâeau fraĂźche lorsque la prĂ©cĂ©dente Ă©tait vide, lui ouvrant sa prison seulement quand la nuit tombait pour quâil puisse aller se doucher sans croiser un Tony mĂ©prisant ou un Steve dĂ©primĂ©. Ă ce propos, des rĂšgles avaient Ă©tĂ© instaurĂ©es pour garantir la sĂ©curitĂ© de tous. Si Bucky quittait sa cellule sâĂ©tait toujours en compagnie de lâun de vous â vous Ă©tiez dâailleurs les seuls Ă avoir les pass â, sâil demandait quelque chose â ce quâil ne faisait jamais â lâobjet devait passer plusieurs portails de contrĂŽle avant de lui ĂȘtre remis, et enfin peu importe oĂč il allait, toilettes ou douches, quelquâun devait le surveiller dans la limite de lâintimitĂ©. Bruce avait proposĂ© de fonctionner Ă tour de rĂŽle, mais au vu des visages des autres tu tâĂ©tais portĂ© volontaire pour assurer la plus grande partie de ses sorties. Natasha devait te remplacer lorsque tu nâĂ©tais pas disponible, puis Tony si aucun de vous deux n'Ă©tait prĂ©sent. Tu avais ainsi Ă©viter les conflits mais aussi et surtout que Steve ne doive se rendre lĂ -bas.
Tu ne le connaissais pas, Bucky, ayant seulement vu les vidĂ©os prĂ©sentes dans son dossier, et pourtant Ă chaque fois que tu allais lui rendre visite ton estomac se nouait. Il nâĂ©tait pas question de peur, puisque son bras robotique avait Ă©tĂ© censurĂ© au maximum grĂące Ă un gadget de Stark, lui laissant seulement la libertĂ© de l'utiliser comme un membre normal, sans super-force ou arme intĂ©grĂ©e. Il reste un super soldat, avait alertĂ© Bruce, ses facultĂ©s physiques sont supĂ©rieures Ă celles de Nat et il a un sĂ©rum semblable Ă celui de Steve dans les veines. Mais tu nâavais pas peur. Malheureusement une chĂšvre aurait davantage fait frissonner que Barnes lorsque tu allais le voir. Il Ă©tait comme toujours sur pause. Ne parlait jamais, bougeant Ă peine son regard du sol. Tu avais Ă©tĂ© malgrĂ© tout rassurĂ© de voir quâil mangeait le minimum syndical, et il avait mĂȘme un jour goĂ»ter une barre chocolatĂ©e. Mais mis Ă part ces dĂ©tails, câĂ©tait comme si tu voyais le mĂȘme robot dans la mĂȘme position, jour aprĂšs jour. Ton estomac se nouait pour ces raisons, parce que lorsque tu lui apportais des draps propres il nâavait rien de lâhomme que tu avais vu en vidĂ©o. La haine qui hantait ses yeux avait disparu, il ne restait quâun vide sans nom, et tu nâavais jamais rien vu dâaussi triste. Tu nâavais pas lâimpression dâavoir un soldat dâHydra dâune centaine dâannĂ©es en face de toi, mais un orphelin brisĂ©.
Tu passais beaucoup de temps Ă relire son dossier, ses rapports, ses examens. Tu essayais de le comprendre Ă travers ces papiers. Steve Ă©tait perdu, il ne voyait plus Buck dans ces yeux, et toi tu essayais de comprendre ce quâil Ă©tait devenu, Buck. DâaprĂšs sa fiche personnelle, il avait Ă©tĂ© retrouvĂ© Ă lâĂąge de vingt-six ans avant de subir les expĂ©rimentations dâHydra. Une photo de lui, en 1943, Ă©tait collĂ©e sur le papier. Un sourire timide aux lĂšvres, son couvre-chef dâinfanterie lĂ©gĂšrement penchĂ© sur sa tĂȘte et son uniforme sans un pli trĂŽnant fiĂšrement sur son torse. Une larme avait gravement dĂ©valĂ©e ta joue, finissant son chemin sur une Ă©criture manuscrite russe : ĐĐžĐŒĐœĐžĐč ĐĄĐŸĐ»ĐŽĐ°Ń, autrement dit Soldat de lâhiver. Bruce avait effectuĂ© une tradition complĂšte de tous les documents, par la suite corrigĂ©e par Natasha. Peut-ĂȘtre que relire ces textes n'Ă©tait pas bon pour toi, mais tu en avais besoin. Tu Ă©tais le seul ici Ă tâintĂ©resser Ă Barnes. Steve culpabilisait Ă tel point quâil faisait une sorte de dĂ©ni, Nat ne faisait quâĂ©tudier froidement le dossier du soldat et ne parlons mĂȘme pas des autres. Bucky avait besoin de temps, de comprĂ©hension et de douceur pour au moins ne pas aggraver ses sĂ©quelles. Tu devais trĂšs certainement faire des erreurs, nâĂ©tant pas psychologue de profession, mais tu faisais dĂ©jĂ mieux que tes camarades et quâHydra.
« Douce soirée pas vrai ? Résonna dans un silence de plomb ta voix »
Le soleil sâĂ©tait couchĂ© depuis plus de trois heures, la plupart des Avengers Ă©taient dans leur chambre ou partis dehors, ce qui signifiait que câĂ©tait le moment idĂ©al pour que Barnes puisse prendre une douche. Tu avais rassemblĂ© tes forces et tâĂ©tais rendu dans la cellule du soldat. Lorsque tu Ă©tais passĂ©, il y a de ça environ deux heures, il nâavait pas voulu manger son repas alors tu lâavais repris et fait chauffer de nouveau pour plus tard. Le plat chaud donc dâune main, tu refermas avec prĂ©caution la porte en verre blindĂ© derriĂšre toi. Comme tu tây attendais, Barnes nâavait presque pas bougĂ© depuis ta derniĂšre visite. Toujours assis en tailleur dans son lit, il semblait vaguement remarquĂ© ta prĂ©sence.
« Je sais que tu ne voulais pas manger tout Ă lâheure, commenças-tu en dĂ©posant le repas Ă cĂŽtĂ© de lui, mais je me suis dit quâentre temps lâappĂ©tit tâĂ©tait peut-ĂȘtre revenu »
Tu avais parfois le droit en guise de rĂ©ponse Ă un petit âhumâ rauque provenant du fond de sa gorge, mais tu te demandais si câĂ©tait volontaire tant sa gestuelle ne collait pas avec ce lĂ©ger signe de vie. Malheureusement ce soir ne faisait pas partie de ce âparfoisâ. Pas de bruit, Ă peine un souffle. Mais tu ne te dĂ©courageas pas.
Les premiĂšres fois que tu Ă©tais venu lui parler, son manque complet de rĂ©action tâavait interrogĂ© sur sa possible comprĂ©hension de ta langue. Pourtant tu avais lu quâil lisait et parlait au minimum deux langues, dont la tienne. Si ça se trouve tu comprends pas ce que je te raconte, avais-tu marmonnĂ© tout en ramassant ses vĂȘtements usagĂ©s. Ta plus grosse interaction avec lui sâĂ©tait alors produite lorsquâil tâavait regardĂ© droit dans les yeux et avait prononcĂ© dâune voix agrĂ©ablement grave : Je comprends.
« Mis à part ça tu peu- »
Tu fus surpris de le voir se lever de lui-mĂȘme, se dirigeant studieusement vers la porte de sortie en attendant que tu lâouvres. CâĂ©tait dâhabitude toi qui allait en premier Ă la sortie, attendant deux ou trois secondes quâil se lĂšve et te rejoigne. Mais câĂ©tait une bonne surprise, ça voulait peut-ĂȘtre dire que son Ă©tat sâamĂ©liorait.
Ton pass Ă©lectromagnĂ©tique collĂ© au tableau de bord, un petit bip retentit avant que tu ne pousses la lourde porte et fasse passer en premier Barnes. Ces questions de sĂ©curitĂ© tâĂ©taient obligatoires pour approcher le Soldat de lâHiver. Le faire toujours marcher devant toi, rendre ton pass inaccessible â cachĂ© dans ta manche la plupart du temps comme Bruce te l'avait conseillĂ© â, une arme blanche camouflĂ©e contre ta cheville en cas de problĂšme, et tu nâĂ©tais pas censĂ© lui parler de toi ou de lâĂ©quipe. Clint avait voulu ajouter une rĂšgle supplĂ©mentaire : ne pas lui adresser la parole sauf en cas de nĂ©cessitĂ©, pour prĂ©venir tout risque de manipulation. Est-ce que tu lâas bien regardĂ© ? TâĂ©tais-tu imposĂ© dans la discussion, il nâa Ă©mis aucune opposition durant tout le processus pour le ramener ici, et puis souviens-toi de ses rapports de missions, il nâĂ©tait pas un espion mais un tueur de masse, il Ă©tait programmĂ© pour parler le moins possible Ă ses victimes. Tony Ă©tait tombĂ© dâaccord avec toi sur le sujet, rappelant le cas de Loki â encore une fois â qui Ă©tait bien diffĂ©rent de Barnes.
Stupides rĂšgles, pensas-tu en regardant la silhouette de lâhomme en face de toi avancer dans le long couloir. Si les autres le voyaient plus de cinq minutes, ils se rendraient compte quâil ne sâagissait plus que dâune victime dans cette cellule. Ils te trouvaient tous un peu naĂŻf et ils tâapprĂ©ciaient pour ça, un Ă©clat dâespoir au beau milieu du chaos. Pourtant tu Ă©tais de loin celui avec la meilleure perception des autres. Chaque mĂ©chant avait des arguments, bon ou mauvais tu les Ă©coutais tous. Tu raisonnais lâĂ©quipe, les faisant sortir de leur bulle de super-hĂ©ros pour leur montrer la possibilitĂ© dâun peu de lĂ©gĂšretĂ©.
Tu ne doutais pas des capacitĂ©s du soldat Barnes, tu avais encore moins envie de te retrouver en face Ă face avec lui quâavec Nat â et câĂ©tait dĂ©jĂ beaucoup â. Tu regardais quelquefois de nouveau les vidĂ©os de surveillance prises le jour oĂč Natasha et Steve lâont combattu pour la premiĂšre fois. Il Ă©tait hypnotisant, dans la maniĂšre dont tous ses mouvements semblaient sâassembler avec tant de fluiditĂ© et de rapiditĂ©, la façon avec laquelle son corps rĂ©flĂ©chissait pour lui et agissait en consĂ©quence. Tu avais, en comparaison, la tĂȘte qui tournait aprĂšs avoir fait une roulade, alors voir tout ça Ă©tait stupĂ©fiant. Bien sĂ»r il y avait derriĂšre ces dons d'atroces explications, tout comme pour la plupart des personnes en capacitĂ© de reproduire tout cela, mais tu ne pouvais tout de mĂȘme pas tâempĂȘcher dâanalyser ces vidĂ©os. Et puis, lĂ dans ce couloir, tu regardais le dos de Barnes, son bras Ă©tincelant, lâĂ©toile rouge y trĂŽnant, et tu te demandais ce qui se passait dans son esprit. Ce quâil savait faire Ă©tait inhumain, le voir en image renforçait ce sentiment. Puis on devait prendre conscience quâil sâagissait dâun ĂȘtre humain, qui un jour avait Ă©tĂ© comme toi. Son mode de fonctionnement devait avoir Ă©tĂ© totalement bouleversĂ©, dĂ©formĂ© et dĂ©truit. On avait dĂ» rĂ©duire en miettes ce qui avait Ă©tĂ© pour construire ce qui Ă©tait Ă prĂ©sent, câĂ©tait comme ça que ça fonctionnait. Pour sâadapter Ă un nouvel environnement on nous conseillait toujours dâoublier tout ce que lâon pensait savoir, tous les films le disaient. De la mĂȘme maniĂšre que des platistes Ă©taient persuadĂ©s que la Terre est plate, Barnes ne voyait plus le monde comme tu le faisais.
Comme les rĂšgles le disaient, tu rangeas discrĂštement ton pass dans une poche de pantalon tandis que vous arriviez Ă la salle de bain. De simples verrous servaient de sĂ©curitĂ©, et câĂ©tait amplement suffisant. Personne Ă part toi nâavait jamais Ă©voquĂ© lâhypothĂšse que Bucky tente de mettre fin Ă ses jours. Sâil le faisait, la salle dâeau Ă©tait le meilleur endroit, câest pourquoi un simple verrou faisait largement lâaffaire pour que toi ou quelquâun dâautre puisse dĂ©foncer la porte en cas de nĂ©cessitĂ©. Mais tu Ă©vitais de trop penser Ă cette issue, car Ă travers le peu d'interactions que tu avais eu avec lui et les rĂ©flexions que tu entretenais Ă son sujet, tu tâĂ©tais attachĂ© Ă sa personne.
Tu ouvris le rideau de douche, sous le regard intriguĂ© de Barnes. Chaque Avengers avait une salle dâeau avec le strict minimum dans leur chambre, mais il y avait aussi trois salles de bain plus grandes au deuxiĂšme Ă©tage. CâĂ©tait les piĂšces pour se nettoyer en urgence lorsque lâon rentrait couvert de sang, ou Bruce sây rendait en cas dâalerte verte par exemple. Elles Ă©taient plus accessibles que les chambres, ce qui expliquait cette fonction. Mais ce qui rendait Bucky curieux nâĂ©tait pas ça. Tu lui donnais toujours la salle numĂ©ro deux, avec un douche basique, un lavabo et des toilettes. Hors lĂ vous vous trouviez dans la numĂ©ro une, avec une baignoire. Il dĂ©tailla rapidement la piĂšce, lĂ©gĂšrement plus grande et mis Ă part la baignoire il nây avait rien qui diffĂ©renciait de la 2. Tu avais comme toujours prĂ©alablement enlevĂ© tous les objets sujets Ă ĂȘtre utilisĂ©s en tant quâarme. La pile de deux serviettes propres surplombĂ©e du savon et du shampoing durs â pour Ă©viter les risques dâingurgitation ou dâattaque oculaire trop agressive â et le gant de toilette, Ă©taient toujours soigneusement posĂ©s sur le rebord du lavabo. Alors pourquoi une baignoire ?
Comme si tu lisais dans ses pensĂ©es, tu te retournas d'un mouvement fluide. Tu pris le temps dâapprĂ©cier le regard expressif de Barnes â câĂ©tait tellement rare â avant de rĂ©pondre Ă ses interrogations.
« Jâai supposĂ© que ça devait faire des annĂ©es que tu nâavais pas pris de rĂ©el bain, tu essayas dâĂ©viter le sujet Hydra, alors je me suis dit que ça pouvait ĂȘtre une bonne idĂ©e ? »
Un bon nombre dâĂ©motions passa dans le bleu de ses yeux, ne faisant quâaccentuer ton apprĂ©hension face Ă sa rĂ©action. Personne nâavait dĂ» ĂȘtre ne serait-ce que sympathique avec lui depuis un long moment, ce qui voulait dire quâil allait prendre du temps avant de proprement rĂ©agir. Mais comme tu lâavais imaginĂ©, son regard parcourut Ă une vitesse folle la baignoire derriĂšre toi Ă la recherche dâun piĂšge. Je ne suis pas comme eux, pensas-tu dans un pincement de cĆur.
« Je sais ce que tu dois te dire, mais il nây a pas de piĂšge Bucky, son nom rĂ©sonna plus que tu ne lâaurais imaginĂ©, ça va ĂȘtre long mais crois-moi je nâessaie pas de te tuer ou de te faire du mal »
Un lourd doute sembla peser, et tu ne pus que comprendre. Ce genre de phrases, il avait dĂ» en entendre beaucoup trop avant de finir Ă©lectrocutĂ© ou pire. Pour aider son processus, tu tâĂ©cartas et le laissa pleinement observer le lieu. Ses yeux bloquĂšrent plus longtemps que prĂ©vu sur le pommeau de douche, et encore une fois, tu eus des nausĂ©es en imaginant les traumatismes qui devaient se rejouer dans sa tĂȘte. En cet instant, tu repensas Ă la premiĂšre fois que tu lâavais conduit dans une salle de bain. Il avait refusĂ© de rentrer dans la douche, la mĂąchoire serrĂ©e au point que ses dents devaient le faire souffrir, il tâavait fixĂ© avec un cocktail dâĂ©motions indĂ©chiffrables dans les yeux. Tu avais fini par te souvenir des traitements rĂ©servĂ©s aux Juifs dans les douches durant la Seconde Guerre Mondiale, et tu tâĂ©tais tout de suite excusĂ©. Pardon jâaurais dĂ» y penser, avais-tu dit avec culpabilitĂ©, si tu veux tu peux juste te laver avec le gant et lâeau du robinet, pas besoin du pommeau de douche aujourdâhui si tu nâas pas confiance. Et la situation semblait se reproduire ce soir, il avait peur que vous vouliez vous dĂ©barrasser de lui durant sa douche, ou bain en l'occurrence. Les techniques ont malheureusement Ă©voluĂ© depuis 39-45, dâautant plus quâil se trouvait dans le QG du plus grand ingĂ©nieur des Ătats-Unis, ce qui voulait dire que vous auriez pĂ» trouver bien des mĂ©thodes pour le tuer pendant sa toilette. Mais il fallait que tu trouves un moyen de le rassurer, parce que tu nâavais pas lâintention de lâexĂ©cuter en douce, et que tu voulais ĂȘtre sincĂšrement gentil.
« Peut-ĂȘtre que si ça te rassure je peux-, tu hĂ©sitas avant de te dire que câĂ©tait pour la bonne cause, je peux rester avec toi ? Il y a un rideau de toute façon »
Face à son expression qui tanguait de la surprise au doute, tu te sentis obligé de justifier.
« Sâil y a du gaz ou une explosion, je meurs avec toi ce qui serait pas trĂšs apprĂ©ciĂ© de lâĂ©quipe, tu Ă©mis une petite pause pour jauger sa rĂ©action, et sâil y a quoique ce soit dâautre de mĂ©naçant tu pourras toi-mĂȘme me tuer puisque je serais juste Ă cĂŽtĂ©. Tu brandis ensuite la clĂ© de la piĂšce entre tes deux doigts, en plus de ça je nous enferme et laisse la clĂ© sur le rebord de la baignoire, pour ne pas mâenfuir et tâenfermer derriĂšre moi »
Tu eus la ferme impression quâĂ une autre Ă©poque, Barnes aurait souri, peut-ĂȘtre mĂȘme ri. Puis, Ă ta grande surprise, tu vis un semblant dâamusement dans ses yeux. Un voile presque invisible qui ne dura quâune seconde, juste le temps pour quâune lointaine version de lui ne prenne le dessus sur le Soldat dâHiver. Tu ne pus empĂȘcher ton sourire, attendant malgrĂ© tout une rĂ©action plus concrĂšte avant de rĂ©agir en retour.
Bucky essaya de sortir une Ă©motion dominante du brouhaha qui se jouait dans son esprit. Tu Ă©tais dĂ©finitivement diffĂ©rent, et il commençait Ă comprendre pourquoi tu avais ta place au beau milieu dâune bande de surhumains. Et mĂȘme si quelquâun qui parlait comme toi avait le profil parfait pour manipuler Ă un haut niveau les personnes, il se risqua Ă tenter sa chance.
« Je peux avoir vingt secondes seul pour me déshabiller »
Le frisson qui Ă©lectrocuta tout ton corps ne passa sĂ»rement pas inaperçu. Sa voix, son ton, donnĂšrent une tournure plus directrice quâinterrogative Ă sa question, et tu ne fis quâhocher lĂ©gĂšrement la tĂȘte. Ă ton tour, tu devins aussi silencieux que lui, trop perturbĂ© par lâaccĂšs de rĂ©actions de sa part en si peu de temps. Tu quittas la salle de bain, poussa la porte derriĂšre toi sans la fermer, car malgrĂ© ton choc, ton inconscient valorisa ta sĂ©curitĂ©.
Pendant que tu attendais un quelconque signal tâautorisant Ă entrer dans la piĂšce, tu divaguas sur de nouvelles rĂ©flexions. Barnes nâavait parlĂ© Ă personne dâaprĂšs ce quâon tâavait racontĂ©. Les camĂ©ras avaient enregistrĂ© que durant le combat pour le neutraliser il avait parlĂ©, quelques hommes dâHydra Ă©taient avec lui alors tu avais supposĂ© quâil leur donnait des ordres en russe. Natasha avait Ă©tĂ© bien trop occupĂ©e Ă essayer de ne pas mourir pour prĂȘter attention Ă ce quâil avait dit, mais avec du recul, tu avais envie de savoir ce qui Ă©tait sorti de sa bouche ce jour-lĂ . Tony aimait dire que le russe Ă©tait une des langues les moins accueillantes au monde, mais Ă©trangement lâentendre de Bucky te donnait envie. Peut-ĂȘtre que câĂ©tait sa voix comme grondante, peut-ĂȘtre parce que le russe avait Ă©tĂ© pendant des annĂ©es sa langue ânataleâ.
Outre le russe, il parlait dâautres langues dâaprĂšs les rapports, mais encore une fois il nâavait pas fait valoir ses talents Ă nâimporte qui Ă part toi. En mĂȘme temps, je suis presque le seul quâil voit depuis son arrivĂ©e, pensas-tu. Mais il avait malgrĂ© tout eu lâoccasion lorsque Bruce Ă©tait venu avec toi lui rendre visite pour vĂ©rifier un branchement du tableau de bord. Il aurait aussi pu le faire depuis sa cellule, puisquâelle Ă©tait totalement transparente et quâil pouvait voir le couloir oĂč beaucoup de personnes passaient, il aurait pu parler. Mais il ne lâavait pas fait, et sans savoir pourquoi tu avais le sentiment quâil ne voulait parler quâavec toi.
Un bruit dâeau te fit presque sursauter. Tu murmuras un juron â espĂ©rant que Bucky nâait pas entendu â avant de doucement te retourner vers la porte.
« Je peux ? PréfÚras-tu demander pour éviter un drame »
Le temps quâil rĂ©ponde, tu laissas encore une fois ton esprit s'Ă©garer. Et sâil Ă©tait juste nu au milieu de la piĂšce ? Hydra lâavait conditionnĂ© pour quâil perde tout sens de propriĂ©tĂ©, pour que mĂȘme son corps ne lui appartienne plus, ce quâil voulait dire que la nuditĂ© nâĂ©tait plus un tabou et quâau contraire â vu les horreurs que ces gens avaient fait â ils auraient trĂšs bien pu le forcer Ă rester nu pour lâhumilier davantage.
« Oui, résonna vaguement sa voix »
Te prĂ©parant au pire, tu pris une grande inspiration et garda tes yeux bien haut pour Ă©viter tout contact visuel au mauvais endroit. Mais en ouvrant la porte tu fus soulagĂ© de voir le rideau tirĂ© de moitiĂ© et un Bucky dĂ©jĂ dans lâeau. Un sentiment, que sur le moment tu comparas Ă celui dâun parent fier de son enfant, rĂ©chauffa ton coeur. Ce nâĂ©tait peut-ĂȘtre pas grand-chose aux yeux du monde, mais toi tu imaginais les impressions de lâhomme lorsquâil plongea un corps devenu presque inconnu dans une eau chaude prĂ©parĂ©e pour lui, et lui seul. Confort, surprise, soulagement. Il devait se passer beaucoup de choses dans la tĂȘte du Soldat de lâHiver.
Tu refermas la porte derriĂšre toi, verrouillant la sortie comme prĂ©vu. Mais, tandis que tu te rapprochais afin de dĂ©poser la clĂ© prĂšs de lui, une deuxiĂšme vague de chaleur traversa ton corps en te rendant compte de quelque chose. Il avait seulement tirĂ© le rideau de moitiĂ©, cachant ainsi le bas de son corps mais te laissant tout le plaisir de voir Ă partir de son torse. Encore une fois, en dâautres mesures tu nâaurais pas trouvĂ© la situation Ă©mouvante, mais plutĂŽt cocasse. Sauf quâil sâagit du Soldat de lâHiver, et que toute sa communication se faisait sans la voix. Il avait laissĂ© ses bras et son visage visibles pour quâĂ ton tour, tu vois quâil nâĂ©tait pas une menace. De la mĂȘme maniĂšre que tu avais trouvĂ© une solution Ă son angoisse, il faisait un pas vers toi en te montrant que tu nâavais pas de raison de le craindre en ce moment.
« Merci, murmuras-tu »
Comme si tu avais peur de briser le moment, tu tâinstallas sans un bruit. Il nây avait pas de chaise ici, mais le sol te convenait. Tu croisas tes jambes en tailleur tout en reposant ton dos contre la petite extension de mur collĂ©e Ă la baignoire. De cette façon, tu restais assez proche de lui tout en respectant une distance nĂ©cessaire pour Ă©viter de voir le reste de son corps dĂ©nudĂ©.
Tu oublias de vĂ©rifier lâheure, ne comptant plus les minutes dâobservation que lâhomme en face te laissait avant de se poser des questions.
Bucky resta une heure entiĂšre dans lâeau avant quâelle ne commence Ă refroidir. Tu passas tout ton temps Ă dĂ©tailler son visage dĂ©tendu, ses yeux fermĂ©s comme sâil allait dâune seconde Ă lâautre sâendormir. Puis lorsquâil rouvrit ses paupiĂšres, il te regarda Ă son tour quelques secondes, avant de te demander sâil pouvait sortir du bain. Ă sa phrase, la rĂ©alitĂ© te percuta de nouveau et tu eus une envie folle de lui dire quâil Ă©tait libre, quâil nâavait plus dâordres Ă recevoir. Tu eus envie de lui faire voir le monde, de lui faire goĂ»ter une glace Ă la vanille, de lui faire sentir lâodeur de lâencens dans les Ă©glises, du gras des triples burgers. Tu eus le besoin de le voir acheter avec son propre argent, lâaider Ă se relever de ses premiĂšres chutes. Lorsquâil tâavait regardĂ© avec ses grands yeux bleus, attendant ton autorisation pour sortir dâun bain, tu eus envie de lui demander pardon, au nom de lâhumanitĂ©. De lui promettre que personne ne viendrait le frapper, promettre Ă ce petit garçon que rien ne lui arriverait, quâil pourra vivre une vie sereine et heureuse auprĂšs de ses amis et de sa famille. Mais en regardant la peau vive de son Ă©paule gauche, en regardant lâarme qui Ă©tait implantĂ©e dans son corps, tu sentis ton ventre se retourner. Personne nâavait Ă©tĂ© lĂ pour protĂ©ger cet enfant de Brooklyn, aucune des personnes lui ayant fait ça nâa ne serait-ce quâeu pitiĂ© de cet homme. Et aujourdâhui il dormait dans une cellule capable de rĂ©sister Ă la force de Hulk.
« Tu peux sortir du bain, se brisa ta voix »
Il obĂ©it, faisant rouler les muscles surhumains de son corps pour se redresser. Tu ne bougeas presque pas, Ă©tant Ă ton tour trop loin dans tes pensĂ©es pour avoir lâidĂ©e de dĂ©tourner ton regard de lui. Un nouveau coup fut portĂ© Ă ton cĆur en te rendant compte que oui, il nâavait plus de pudeur. Deux gouttes dâeau tombĂšrent contre ton mollet tandis quâil attrapa la plus grande serviette de essuya sans une Ă©motion sa peau. Le bruit rĂȘche du tissu te fit frissonner, et alors doucement tu te levas. Il Ă©tait plus grand que toi, mais ni ça ni son bras robotique ne tâempĂȘchĂšrent dâattraper sa serviette humide. Son corps ne parvint pas Ă rĂ©agir lorsque tu passas le tissu blanc contre son bras, son visage Ă©tait figĂ© dans une expression de totalement incomprĂ©hension, face Ă la douceur avec laquelle la serviette entrait en contact avec sa peau.
Tu finis ta tĂąche, comme sâil ne sâagissait que dâun petit chiot Ă essuyer. Puis, tu te reculas de trois pas et planta tes yeux dans les siens. Tu lui tendis des vĂȘtements propres, avant de reprendre la clĂ© et de partir vers la porte.
« Jâai bien besoin dâun chocolat chaud, dĂ©clara ta voix encore cassĂ©e de larmes, et jâaimerais beaucoup le partager avec toi, Bucky »
Ta main quelque peu tremblante essuya lâhumiditĂ© de tes joues, te retournant ensuite progressivement vers le soldat aprĂšs avoir dĂ©verrouillĂ© la sortie. Il sâĂ©tait dĂ©jĂ habillĂ©, le jogging noir tombant bas sur ses hanches. Bucky dĂ©tailla ton visage, et ses sourcils se rejoingĂšrent dans une mine mi-confuse mi-triste. Il se rapprocha assez de toi pour que tu sentes la chaleur quâil dĂ©gageait.
« Pas de cannelle, Ă©nonça-t-il, je crois que je nâaime pas ça »
Tu lĂąchas un petit rire nerveux, te disant quâil nây avait que toi pour te retrouver dans ces situations.
« Pas de cannelle »
Il y avait un dĂ©but Ă tout, et lorsque tu vis â plus tard dans la soirĂ©e â de la chantilly sur les lĂšvres du Soldat de lâHiver, tu pensas quâaprĂšs tout, lâenfant nâavait pas pu ĂȘtre sauvĂ© mais que tu pouvais ramener lâhomme Ă la vie.
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This is truly beautiful
(Lmao it took me minutes to see cap too is genderbended)
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Hii !
I'm in a big Bucky mood, and i wish I've time to watch the winter soldier series. But i've to wait so i request you another Bucky x ftm!reader please <3 i don't have special ideas unfortunately-
Thanks for reading me !! đđ
Cigarettes and Sex
Pairings: Bucky Barnes x FtM Reader
Prompt: "leave marks," he breathed. "Please, leave marks."
"You're so pathetic."
"I'm so pathetic," he hums
A/n: Something about seemingly dominant men actually being submissive is *chiefs kiss* especially Bucky. Highly recommend listening to the song while reading this, specifically the 1999 remastered one on Spotify.
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Cigarette smoke, thick and gray, spiraled lazily in the dim light, casting long, dancing shadows across the worn leather armchair. Frank Sinatra's "I'm A Fool To Want You" crooned from the vintage record player nestled in the alcove, the music crackling and skipping occasionally, adding a sultry rhythm to the air.
Bucky knelt before the armchair, his hair damp and plastered to his forehead, his skin slick with sweat. His eyes, half-lidded and glazed with lust, devoured the sight of his lover. He traced the line of his lover's jaw, the curve of his lips as they delicately drew on the cigarette, the way the sheer silk robe clung to his body, outlining the swell of his hips and the taut curve of his thighs.
The man leaned forward, exhaling a plume of smoke that drifted lazily towards Bucky's face. A slow, predatory smile played on his lips as Bucky inhaled the fragrant air, a heady mix of tobacco and the musky scent of his lover's skin. "Get up," he murmured, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down Bucky's spine.
Bucky obeyed, his legs trembling as he rose. His lover gestured towards his lap, a lazy hand tracing a path down Bucky's bare chest, igniting a fire in his core. "Sit," he commanded, his gaze lingering on the way Bucky's muscles flexed beneath his skin.
Bucky obeyed, sinking onto his lover's lap, his hands gripping the arms of the chair for support. His head fell back, a low moan escaping his lips as his lover's mouth found the sensitive skin of his chest, his teeth grazing against his nipples, eliciting a series of involuntary gasps.
"Leave marks," Bucky whispered, his voice hoarse with need. "Please, leave marks."
"You're so pathetic," his lover murmured, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down Bucky's spine.
"I'm so pathetic," Bucky agreed, his voice a breathless whisper.
His lover's hand found its way to Bucky's aching cock, stroking it slowly, expertly, pushing him closer and closer to the edge. Bucky arched his back, his head thrown back, his eyes rolling back in his head. He cried out, a desperate, animalistic sound as his lover's hand devoured him, his fingers swirling around the head of his cock, driving him wild.
His lover gripped Bucky's hair, forcing their mouths together in a passionate kiss, the taste of smoke and sweat mingling with the metallic tang of blood. The cigarette crumbled to the floor, forgotten.
Bucky gasped for air, his body trembling uncontrollably as his lover continued to torment him, leaving a trail of bruises and bite marks across his chest and abdomen. He cried out again, a raw, primal sound as he erupted, his body convulsing violently, cum dripping down his lover's hand.
A low hum vibrated in his lover's chest as he licked the cum from his fingers, the taste of Bucky intoxicating him. "Stand," he commanded, his voice a silken whisper.
He stood along with Bucky, discarding the robe with a careless flick of his wrist, revealing a body lean and muscular, glistening with sweat. Bucky's breath hitched. His lover's eyes, dark and predatory, held his captive. He watched as his lover reached for another cigarette, the slow, deliberate movements of his fingers tracing his throbbing clit arousing him further.
Bucky was utterly, hopelessly enamored. He thrived on the humiliation, the pain, the complete and utter surrender to his lover's will. He loved the way his lover marked him, claiming him as his own. He loved the heady scent of smoke and sweat, and the lingering taste of his lover's lips.
His lover approached slowly, his movements fluid and predatory. He placed the cigarette between Bucky's lips, his arms wrapping around his neck, pulling him close. Then, slowly, deliberately, he lowered himself onto Bucky's cock, a low groan escaping his lips as he entered him fully.
Their bodies moved in perfect unison, a slow, sensual dance punctuated by the rhythmic thud of their hearts. They shared the cigarette, inhaling deeply, the smoke swirling around them like a sensual haze. The music continued to play, the crackling and skipping adding a raw, primal edge to their lovemaking.
They reached their peak together, their bodies trembling, their breaths coming in ragged gasps. Bucky lay spent, his body a canvas of bruises, his muscles aching with pleasure. His lover, satisfied, extinguished the cigarette and slipped the robe back on.
"Until next time, James," he murmured, his voice a low caress.
Bucky watched him go, the sound of the closing door echoing through the room. He lay there for a long time, lost in the afterglow, the scent of smoke and sweat still clinging to his skin, the memory of his lover's touch still burning bright.
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Hey as Sm ftm who likes men a bit more than woman, who cant find like ANY male x male especially male x ftm thatâs done decently/isnât fetishized (like sexualizing male relations) I appreciate your writing a ton
If your into Marvel's Winter Soldier, head over to @jodfics and to a story called 'socks'.
It's an ftm reader with a male partner~
I will always try to be respectful when writing something I don't have personal experience with, but if I ever do write something and you're like, 'nope... No, what?!' Let me know so I can fix it! đđ
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