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[wwilsonbarness]

still not funny

pairings:  sam wilson x bucky barnes

summary: basically a continuation of the deleted scene <3 

warnings: fluff, tinyyyyy bit of angst

word count: 1932

a/n: I love them so much and after seeing the deleted scene I just had to write this!! 

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“Thank you for bringing us cake uncle Bucky!” Aj shouts across the table. 

“You’re welcome boys.” Bucky responds, playfully nudging Sam with a smirk. 

“I’m still their favourite uncle so don’t go getting any ideas.” Sam says shooting Bucky a glare.

“We’ll see.” Bucky returns the same look.

“Alright, alright I’m sure the boys love you both plenty, right boys?�� 

A mix of “Yep” and “Mhmm Mama” come from Aj and Cass making everyone laugh lightly. 

Bucky couldn’t help but look to his side, focusing on the smile lines on Sam’s face. The way they moved as he looked around at his family. The way his smile kept growing as Sarah and the boys speak about the activities they’re planning tomorrow. He doesn’t realise how long he’s staring until Sam turns to him, toothy grin and all. “Something caught your eye Buck?” He says, his smirk only growing. 

He blinks as Sam’s voice breaks him out of his trance. “Hm? What? No I was just-” He rambles, only stopping when Sam moves his hand towards Bucky’s arm and squeezes slightly. 

“Chill man, I’m just messing with ya.”

Bucky laughs but before he can respond, Sarah calls his name. “You staying here tonight, Bucky?” 

“Oh, I- no that’s okay. Thanks Sarah.” Sam shoots him a look of confusion and answers again for him.

“Yes, he’s staying here tonight.” Bucky looks at him and mirrors the confusion on his face. 

“Guys I really don’t mind getting a room at a motel.”

“Nonsense!” Sarah exclaims as she stands up from the table. “Boys, get ready for bed and I’ll set up the couch for Bucky.” 

“It’s okay Sarah, I’ll do it. You just chill for the night.” Sam says. He gets up to hug the boys and Sarah goodnight. Bucky does the same.

“You sure?” She asks. 

“Yeah I got it.” He says. 

“Okay, goodnight then.” 

“Night!” Bucky says as she walks away before he turns to Sam.

“You know I really don’t mind getting a hotel room Sam.” He says slightly quieter than his normal voice. He didn’t really want to get a hotel room but he equally didn’t want to impose on Sam and his family.

“Come on now, you’re part of the family now Buck, there’s always going to be room for you here.” Sam reassures him with a pat on the back. They both begin to walk up to the house and Bucky heads for the couch. 

“Hey Sam?” Bucky shouts through to the kitchen where Sam was quickly finishing the clean up from the cookout. 

“Yeah?” 

“You got a spare pillow? Maybe a blanket?” 

“Yeah, in my room, hang on.” He puts away the last bowl and strolls through. Bucky could almost see a slight smirk on his face but had no idea why. 

“You know, I can’t really be bothered going all the way up, back down the stairs and all the way back up again.” Sam groans. He had been subtly hinting at Bucky to make a move but he hadn’t caught on, so Sam decided to up the stakes.

Bucky’s a bit confused but responds anyway. “Oh umm, I can get it? Where are they?” He heads for the stairs but stops on the first step, turning to Sam to wait for his answer. 

“Or” Sam trails off. “You could just stay in my room. Beds big enough for both of us.” Sam notices Bucky’s eyes practically fall out the sockets in surprise and suddenly worries that he might’ve overstepped. 

“Oh.” Bucky clears his throat before continuing, he pushes together his thumb and index finger, a nervous tic he had recently developed. “Yeah.. I- okay. If that’s okay with you?.” Truthfully the thought of sleeping in the same bed as Sam was a lot. He hadn’t even really admitted it to himself but there were feelings there, on his part anyway. Spending time with Sam, whether it was fighting on a mission or just sitting with him on the jet made him get a funny feeling inside his chest and he didn’t know how to handle it.

“Wouldn't ask if it wasn't.” Sam responds with a light chuckle. He follows Bucky up the stairs. Sam’s heart was beginning to race and he prayed Bucky couldn’t here it. 

Bucky walks into Sam’s room and looks around. He’d only ever seen it in photos and once on a video call, but it was just as he imagined. It was tidy but had loads of little trinkets around. He sees photos of Sam with Riley, his parents and a baby he assumes is Cass or Aj. There’s also a diary, it looks like it had been read a lot but it had a pen sticking out. Maybe a journal, Bucky thought.

Below the photo wall is a bottle of aftershave, he couldn’t smell it but he guessed it was the smell he had become so used to smelling on Sam. The one that he had grown so attached to recently. It made him feel silly, being attached to a smell but it also made him feel safe and that was a feeling he had been craving ever since he fell off that train in the 40’s. 

He turns to the left and sees Sam’s bed, it was covered in blankets and looked so comfy. It had been a while since he had slept in a bed, his apartment back in new york had a bed but he hadn’t once slept in it. He begins to think about whether he’ll be able to sleep okay but Sam’s voice cuts him off. 

“It’s a hard one.” 

Bucky turns around quickly and looks at Sam, he turns his head slightly, urging Sam to continue. 

“The mattress I mean. Soft beds are the worst. Ya know?” 

“Right.” Bucky says. He hated that Sam had those struggles but it  made him feel better that he wasn’t the only one who did.

Bucky goes to the bathroom first and changes into a pair of sweatpants and vest. He brushes his teeth and heads back to Sam’s room. Sam does the same but takes a little longer, he had a more detailed night routine. He changes into a pair of shorts and leaves his shirt off. He takes the time to wash and moisturise his face and walks back to the room. 

You got a side you prefer Buck?”

“By the door? If that’s okay with you?” 

“Yep.” 

They get into bed and Sam turns all the lights off, just leaving a lamp on his side table on. The room is silent but he can hear Bucky’s deep breathing. “You alright?” 

“Yeah.” Bucky chuckles to try to hide his embarrassment but Sam notices his cheeks warming up and turn a shade of red. “Just been a while since I shared a bed with someone.” 

“Are you uncomfortable?” Sam asks. 

“No! God no!” He wanted to tell Sam he could never feel uncomfortable with him around but he held back. “I just.. The only time I ever really shared a bed was with a girl back in the day.” He admits with a shy grin. 

Sam’s eyebrows raise at that and he takes a deep breath before responding “Is this so different?” He can’t help but chuckle when Bucky’s eyes do that thing again, they really would fall out if it kept happening. 

“Hm?” 

“Is this so different from then?”

“Sam.” Bucky calls his name.

“Bucky.” Sam responds in the same tone.

“Do you..”

“Do I..” 

Bucky takes a breath, he knows what he wants to say but he just can’t get it out. “Do you feel this.. thing between us?” Sam really can’t help his full laugh coming out this time.

“Thing?” He asks, waiting for Bucky to say what he’s really thinking. 

“Sam, If I’ve taken this the wrong way please tell me now to save me the embarrassment.” 

“How can I know unless you tell me?” He was really gonna make him say it wasn’t he?

“Sam, I like you.” 

“I’d hope so, we are partners after all.” Sam teases, he regrets it as he sees Bucky’s face drop. 

“Right.” Bucky nods his head slightly. “Partners.” He starts to turn back and lie down but stops when he feels Sam’s hand on his arm. 

“Oh my god, you idiot! Come here.” With that, Sam pulls Bucky towards him by the neckline of his vest and plants his lips against Bucky’s. The feeling of Sam’s soft lips melting into his was one he didn't think could ever be beaten. It’s a messy kiss and both of them don’t want it to end. Bucky’s the one to pull away, needing a second to catch his breath. He pulls away only slightly and presses his forehead against Sam’s. 

Sam’s tongue comes out his mouth and licks along his lips, chasing the taste of Bucky he had finally gotten after craving it for so long. “I do.” He whispers. Bucky pulls away further and looks at Sam, urging him to continue. “I do feel that thing.” 

Bucky chuckles at that, he feels shy and hides his head in the crook of Sam’s neck for a second. He couldn’t believe he had finally gotten to touch Sam in the way he way too often thought about. 

“What took us so long?” He asks softly but it comes out as a mumble against Sam’s skin. Sam pulls away slightly and places his hands on Bucky’s face. 

“What was that?” He asks and Bucky repeats himself but can’t bring himself to look in Sam’s eyes. 

“I’d say we’ve had a lot on our plates, it didn’t exactly leave us a lot of time to be alone.” Bucky nods along, it’s true. There was always someone or something in their way. “Plus, I like seeing you flustered. It’s cute so I had to play a little.” Sam teases. 

“Hey! I was not flustered.” Bucky argues playfully to which Sam laughs at.

“Buck, I honestly thought your eyes were gonna pop out of your head when I suggested sleeping up here.” Bucky feels his cheeks heat up even more.

“How else was I supposed to react? Sleeping in your bed with you in it.” 

“Aw baby are you getting all flustered again?” 

“You’re so annoying Sam.” Bucky playfully rolls his eyes and hides his smirk.

“Don’t act like you don’t love it.” They look into each other's eyes for a moment before he responds. 

“Yeah, I really do.” The unspoken true meaning of their words float between them but neither of them bring them to light. 

“Alright enough swooning.” Sam teases. “As much as I’d love to look into your eyes all night, we need to sleep.” 

“Come here then.” Bucky responds, pulling Sam down towards the bed with him. He pulls Sam into his chest and lets him wiggle around until he’s comfy. Their legs tangle under the blanket and Sam rests his arm over Bucky.. “This okay?” Bucky asks. 

“Mhmm. S’perfect.” Sam mumbles. 

It’s silent for a few moments before Bucky breaks it. 

“Sam?” 

“Yeah Buck?” 

“You think Sarah is free after their plans tomorrow?”

“Buck! It’s still not funny!” 

Bucky can’t hold off his laughter.

“It will never not be funny Sam.” He speaks more softly as he continues. “Don’t worry, there’s only one Wilson I got my eyes on.” 

With that he pressed a gentle kiss onto Sam’s forehead and closed his eyes. 

“Goodnight Doll.”  He heard Sam giggle at that and it was the best sound he had ever heard, until Sam responded in his sleepy voice. “Goodnight Babe”

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when we get home

pairings:  sam wilson x bucky barnes 

summary: Bucky opens up to Sam about his past.

warnings: mentions of sexual assault, mention of Bucky’s being held by HYDRA, flufff

word count: 1271

a/n: i’m trying to get back into writing so this isn’t written the best but I really wish we got a conversation like this in the show :( 

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“Are we gonna talk about it?” Sam almost whispers. Not one word had been spoken between them since they arrived at Sharon's safehouse. 

Bucky doesn’t move his eyes from his hands where he was playing with his fingers. “Talk about what?” 

“You know what.” Bucky takes a deep breath, he wishes he didn’t know. He knows already that him and Sam aren’t really friends, yet something in him feels safe enough to open up to him.

Sam moves closer to Bucky, close enough that their thighs brush together. “Buck..” 

Bucky can feel his eyes grow wetter as the flashbacks of his time at Hydra flash through his mind. He turns to Sam and looks into his eyes, they’re full of trust, full of care. “I just.. I haven’t spoken about that with anyone before.” 

“Look, you don't have to talk about it.. just know that you can anytime and I’ll listen.” 

“You won’t judge me? Or look at me any different?” 

Sam shoots Bucky a slight smile. “I promise.” 

“I only remember parts.. a lot of my time with Hydra is still full of gaps, it comes back sometimes at random times but I remember..” Bucky pauses for a second and tries to think of a way to word this.

Sam puts his hand on Bucky’s thigh and squeezes slightly. Once his hand makes contact he worries he might have overstepped but Bucky leans into his touch and pushes those concerns away. 

“At first when they found me in the snow it wasn’t bad, I honestly felt relieved that I had been found, but then they told me who they were and I knew I wasn’t safe. I noticed too late, there was no way for me to escape. They locked me in a room and left me there for what felt like days. Food and water would appear in my room but I never saw anyone come in or out. I later found out that they would put gas into my room to knock me out.” Bucky feels like he is going off topic but Sam reassures him he’s okay to continue. 

“Once they’d gotten in my head with those damn words, they controlled everything I did. They would use me for their missions as you know, but it didn’t stop there. At one point, I don’t even know when but they moved me to a room and it had windows. At first I thought this was a good thing but then I realised they were only one way windows. I couldn’t see out but they could see in.”

Sam didn’t say anything but nodded, urging Bucky to continue. 

“They would take turns coming into my room, one at a time but I could hear the others on the other side of the window. They made me do different things and I’m still putting the pieces together but I remember one in particular. He would make me stand right in front of the mirror and take my clothes off.” Bucky felt Sam tense beside him and looked at him, checking if he should continue. Sam’s heart melted at Bucky, even at his most vulnerable he was checking on others. 

“It’s okay, only keep going if you want to.” 

Bucky nodded before continuing. “Once I had my clothes off, sometimes he would make me..” Bucky’s voice grew smaller and smaller as he continued, so much so, Sam could almost not hear him. “He would make me touch myself, whilst they all watched. I could hear them laughing, like they were enjoying themselves. The guy in the room, he would keep telling me what to do but he would stop right before I..” Sam gave Bucky a look of understanding, Bucky was thankful he didn't have to say it. “He would do it over and over again, never letting me finish.” Bucky cringed slightly at his wording but kept going. “Once they'd had their fun they’d just leave me there in pain.” 

Bucky suddenly felt like he had to defend himself. “And it’s not like I wanted to.. but anything would have been better than having to wait it out.” 

Sam can feel his anger rising, thinking back to earlier in the night. Zemo asking Bucky to go back into that mindset and let him touch him was uncalled for. He felt guilty for letting it happen even though deep down he knew it had to happen. Still he made a mental note to apologise to Bucky when the time was right.

“It’s okay, you don’t have to defend yourself. I can’t imagine how hard that would've been.” Bucky felt relieved at that, he almost felt silly for thinking Sam would judge him but after a second he realises probably not everyone would react this way. He really was grateful for having Sam. He made him feel safe and listened to so he kept going. 

“There was another man, he only came in a few times and he would touch me.. but…” Bucky took a deep breath and paused for only a moment. “He wouldn’t use the words. He just told me to lie down and I would do it. I just let him.” 

Sam didn’t want to interrupt Bucky but he couldn’t let him blame himself for that. “Bucky.. That wasn't your fault. Whether he used the words or not, it was against your will.”

“But I could have stopped him, If i’d just been toughe-”

“Bucky no. Please listen to me when I say this.” Sam shifts sideways slightly and grabs Bucky’s hands. He looks up into Bucky’s eyes and continued. “None of what happened to you is your fault, you had no choice in what happened.” 

Bucky can feel a tear run down his face before he can stop it. He quickly brings his hand up and wipes it away. “I’m sorry for this. I know you probably don’t want to hear about it.”

“Buck” Sam chuckles lightly. “I like to think we’re close enough now that we can vent to each other. This is gonna be pretty tough if we can’t.”

This brought a little smile to Bucky’s face. “Thank you for listening to me Sam, and thank you for not looking at me like I'm some freak.”

“You’re not a freak. You’ve been through a lot, that doesn’t make you a freak, that makes you strong. I know this was hard to look back on but I’m glad you felt safe enough to..with me. I’m here for you okay? From now on, we have each other's backs, no matter what.” 

“I’m here for you too. You can talk to me, I know I’ve been a bit of a dick in the past but I promise I got you. You can talk to me about anything, I know you’ve been through a lot too. It must be ha-” 

Before Bucky could finish speaking, the door swings open and Zemo walks in. “Gentleman.” Bucky pulls away from Sam and wipes his face once more, he absolutely does not want Zemo to crack any jokes about this. He shoots Sam an apologetic look but there's no need, Sam understood and nodded slightly to show that. “ Are you two ready to leave? We’re waiting.” 

Sam and Bucky both clear their throat before standing up. Both mumbling a response that sounds like a mixture of “Yes” and “Let’s go” 

Zemo leaves the room first and Bucky goes to follow but not before looking back at Sam and grabbing his hand. 

“When we get home.” They both smile slightly and Sam squeezes Bucky’s hand. 

Sam nods before responding “When we get home.”

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Hi. I requested this and I forgot to put down that I want it to be fluff and mild smut (if you want of course)

Bucky accidentally introduces the reader as "his girl" and is extremely embarrassed. When the reader tells him she doesn’t mind, he can't stop smiling.

Could end in smut if you want.

Hi!! So sorry this took me so long but I just posted it!!!

my girl

[wwilsonbarness]

my girl

pairings:  bucky barnes x female!reader 

summary: based on the request below!

Warnings: smut 18+ only - established relationship, quick mention of reader being a teacher, minorrrr angst (like not at all), mentions of anxiety, fluff fluff fluff, smut (unprotected sex, public sex, creampie, nipple play, spit kink), use of pet names (sweet girl, baby) - let me know if i missed any please :) 

word count: 2842

a/n: not beta read or really edited lol. Also my first time writing in months so this is kinda shit. 

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“How do I look?” You ask Bucky as you walk into the kitchen, twirling slightly to show off your outfit. 

“Beautiful as always doll.” He walks towards you and brushes his lips against your forehead. “Don’t be nervous, they’re gonna love you.” 

Bucky always knew how you were feeling, even when you were trying to hide it. 

You take a deep sigh before replying, “I just want to make a good first impression, I know they’re important to you.” 

“Not as important as you are doll.” You feel his smirk against your forehead as he brings himself closer for another kiss. 

“Forever the charmer Buck, I love you.” 

“I love you too,” He grabs your hand and pulls you towards the door, “come on, we don’t wanna be late.” 

You try to stop in front of the mirror to check how you look once more but he stops you, “Stop worrying baby, you look perfect.” 

“I just want them to like me.”

“And they will, I promise” 

Everything about your relationship with Bucky had been amazing so far but the idea of meeting his friends, the people who had been there for him since he became himself again, before you even knew each other, was terrifying. If they didn’t like you, what would that mean? Sure Bucky says you’re the most important person in his life but no matter how hard you tried you couldn’t convince yourself that if his friends didn’t like you then Bucky would dump you. 

“Baby, you have got to stop worrying. They’re gonna love you.”

“You don’t know that Bucky.”

“But I do..” He trails off his words to show you how confident he is about this. Your lips come together in a little pout, which Bucky finds adorable. 

It was only a 15 minute drive to the tower where the rest of the Avengers lived, you were secretly hoping there would be some traffic to hold you up but the roads were nowhere near as busy as they usually were. Bucky could feel the anxiety radiating off you, he wished he could take it away from you, there was really 0 chance that his friends wouldn’t love you, but you were naturally an anxious person and he knew that so he did what he knew comforted you and rubbed circles over your hand on the drive there. You appreciated him for trying to comfort you but your anxiety would not ease up. You’d never felt this nervous before, you must’ve completely zoned out for the rest of the car ride because what felt like only a minute later had actually been 15 and you were pulling up to the tower. 

Bucky had a quick chat with the gate attendant before driving through the gates and parking in his designated spot. 

“You ready doll?” He asks, turning himself towards you with a soft smile on his face.

“Mhmm, let’s go.” You were not ready but you didn’t want to ruin Bucky’s night, it’d been a while since he’d seen everyone with all the missions everyone had recently been on and you knew he was excited. 

He quickly climbed out the car and made his way to your side, always insisting on opening your door for you. When you get out he holds his hand out for you and you immediately grab hold of it. He pulls you closer towards you and plants a gentle kiss on your forehead before whispering to you. “I promise baby, it’s gonna be fine.” You shoot him a quick, almost forced smile, and nod, showing you were ready to go in. 

It only takes a few minutes to get up to the living quarters side of the tower, and now a quick elevator ride was the only thing between you and people Bucky loves. As the elevator started to slow you took a deep breath and readied to walk out. As soon as the doors open you can hear a loud laugh boom through the room followed by a quiet chuckle beside you. It had only been a couple seconds and Bucky was already so happy to be back here. 

As you turned the corner your eyes quickly scanned the room trying to put names to faces of everyone Bucky had told you about. Obviously you knew everyone's superhero names, but to Bucky they were his friends, his family, not superheroes. Suddenly everyone had turned your way and you realise Bucky had made both your presences known. You felt like all eyes were on you and Bucky could tell your nerves had shot up, so he lightly gave your hands a squeeze.”Hey guys.”

“Hey Bucky!” Sam shouted over and began walking towards you. “You must be Y/N? Bucky’s told me a lot about you.” 

You nod towards, who you knew to be Sam, as much as Bucky told you they weren’t best friends, you knew that they were. You smile and hold your hand out to shake his. “That’s me, nice to meet yo-” Before you could finish, Sam pulled you in for a hug. 

“We’re all about hugs here. You’re part of the family now.” You can’t help but laugh and hug him back. You really appreciated him being so welcoming, he was the one person you were most worried about not liking you. From what Bucky told you, he was very protective over the people he cares about. 

“Alright Wilson, don’t scare my girl away.” Sam pulls away and moves to Bucky to give him a hug as well. 

You look at Bucky and smirk, "Your girl, hm?” He looked confused for a split second before the tips of his ears started to turn bright red and his usual smug smirk disappeared when he realised what he’d said. 

“Sorry doll.” You weren’t sure why he was apologising or why he was embarrassed. “I didn’t mean to sa- sorry.” You’d never seen someone's skin turn so red as fast as his had in this moment. 

“Don’t be, I liked it.” You whisper right next to him, hoping no one else heard. Before he could respond to you, more voices filled the space around you. 

“You could’ve just asked for a hug too Bucky, besides if you haven’t scared her off already, I don’t think much will” Sam teases.

“So your girl? Must be serious. I’ll expect my wedding invite any day now. Bucky’s face was only growing redder and he couldn’t look anyone in the eye, forcing his gaze to the floor. His hand was rubbing the back of his neck, something you knew he did when he was embarrassed. You took a small step closer to him and rubbed your hand on his arm, showing you really didn’t mind the nickname, in fact you loved it. A small smile was starting to form on his face but before you could see it grow any more a voice pulled you away.

“Alright Wilson, stop hogging them. The rest of us want to introduce ourselves as well.” You instantly recognise the face as Clint, someone who Bucky truly owed a lot to. He had let Bucky live with him and his family for a bit when he needed some time away from the city. The memories of Steve leaving and his past life got too much to handle and he already felt like he had imposed too much on Sam and his family. He would forever be grateful for Clint and Laura taking him in, he really felt a part of their family, so much so that their kids had started calling him Uncle Bucky. 

Clint put his hand towards yours and introduced himself, “Hi Y/N, I’m Clint. Sorry about him, I promise we’re not all as crazy as him.” You laughed at his joke and shook his hand. It’s lovely to finally meet you Clint, Bucky’s spoken a lot about you.” 

“It’s all lies.” He jokes before moving onto Bucky and giving him a side hug. 

“Laura and the kids here too clint?”

Clint shook his head before moving to stand in front of you both. “Sorry Buck, they had some school things on, but they made me promise to ask you to visit soon, and to bring your girl!” Clint replies with a wink which makes you laugh. Bucky couldn’t stop his huge smirk from reappearing as Clint called you his girl. 

As they continued talking more people made their way over to you and introduced themselves. First there was Joaquin and then Sarah and her boys. The boys completely skipped saying hello to you and ran over to their uncle Bucky before Sarah called them back to apologise. They came back and introduced themselves and with a little nudge from Sarah apologised for rushing past you. “That’s okay, I know you're excited. It was very nice to meet you both boys.” They shook your hand and ran over again to Bucky.

“Sorry about them, I swear they love Bucky more than they love me sometimes.” Sarah smiled at seeing how nicely you fit into the group and gave you a hug, just like how Sam had to show you that you were welcomed. Once all the introductions were done you all sat down in the living room. You were the main topic of the conversation, everyone was interested in knowing how one person had completely changed Bucky’s life. 

“So Y/N,” Wanda started, “Bucky said you’re a teacher?” 

“Yeah that’s right.” You slightly laughed aftwards, not because it was funny but you were slightly panicking being the centre of attention around all these people. Especially since some of them were literal superheroes. “I know it’s not as exciting as you guys but I enjoy it.”

Everyone quickly spoke up and defended you against yourself. Especially Sarah and Clint, with having kids they knew how important teachers were. It felt good knowing that they thought that of you, even though you were still feeling anxious, everyone had been so welcoming to you and you weren't sure why you were so nervous.You didn’t notice but Bucky was looking at you as you spoke, his eyes were a tell tale sign that he was so proud of you. He knew how hard you worked and loved when you got the recognition you deserve. 

“What age do you teach?” Joaquin asked next.

“Oh erm, at the moment I teach second grade but I’m hoping to move up soon.” 

“It must be hard, kids are annoying little creatures.” Sam says, looking at Cass and AJ for their reactions, they both shout “Hey!” before Sam tickles them. 

Another voice starts, you’re not sure who but doesn't get far before Bucky interrupts. “Alright alright, stop grilling my girl.” His girl. “I haven’t seen most of you guys in months, what’s been happening? 

You look at Bucky and smirk when he calls you his girl again and it only takes a few seconds for him to realise what he’s said again and he can’t help but smirk, knowing that you like it. 

The rest of the night went well, you felt like they all really liked you. Before you knew it, it was around midnight and you were working in the morning so had to get home. 

“Again, it was really lovely to meet all of you! Thank you for a great night.” You say as you head for the elevator, Bucky following close behind. 

“Make sure to tell the boy’s I said bye, Sarah!” Bucky shouts, “Clint, let’s plan a trip soon. See you all later!” Bucky shouts through, the elevator doors just cutting him off.

As soon as the doors shut you lead your head against his shoulder. “You okay sweet girl?” 

“I’m good, just tired.”

“You have a good night?”

You nodded against him, “I’m sorry we couldn’t stay longer.” 

“Hey,” He moved slightly and held your head in his hands, bending over slightly to be eye level as he spoke. “We stayed plenty, I know you have work tomorrow, and plus..” He moved closer to your ear to whisper. “.. I couldn’t do this in there.” He lowered one of his hands to your ass and squeezed before pressing you both against the elevator wall. He moved his lips against yours and kissed you, it was a desperate kiss.  “You like being my girl huh?”

You can’t help but giggle when he calls you his girl again. You bite your lip before answering. “I do..” He lowers his hand to the hem of your dress and traces his fingers over your inner thigh 

“Fuck baby, I nee-” The ding of the elevator doors opening interrupts you both. “Fuck!” Bucky curses everything stopping him from touching you right now. He presses the button to close the doors and immediately after presses the alarm button. The elevator makes a clank noise before it goes silent again, the only sound being you trying to catch your breath after that kiss. Bucky goes back to kissing you but starts on your neck and starts going lower and lower. When his teeth graze over your nipple through your dress you push him back slightly.

“Bucky we can’t here..” You whisper, knowing he can hear your heart beating, you needed him just as bad as he needed you. 

“Baby.. I’ll fuck my girl anywhere I want to.” He says before returning to your tits. You bite back a moan which Bucky notices. Your sex life from bucky wasn’t boring by any means but it had never felt as intense as this. The thrill of being in public was sending chills through you. 

“Oh shit.. Bucky please. 

He lifts your dress up and pulls your panties to the side, using his other hand he unties his jeans and pulls them down enough for his already hard cock to fall out. He rubs his hand over it a couple times and looks at you. “Spit on it for me.” His words send flutters through your stomach and down to your pussy, and you do as he says. 

“You ready?” 

You nod as you answer, “Pleasee.”

He lifts you up and rubs the tip of his cock against your pussy, gathering your slick before he pushes in. “Fuck, my girls got such a tight pussy.” He keeps pushing until he’s fully in, hitting that spot that makes you grab onto his shoulders, your nails digging into him, which he likes. “You feel so good baby.”

“Fuck.. Bucky please..” He feels so good but his thrusts are slow and you need more.

“What do you need?” He smirks at you, knowing exactly what you need but waiting until you ask for it. 

“Fuck me..” Your head falls back, Bucky’s hand cups it to stop it hitting the wall. “Please.”

He chuckles at the desperation in your voice, “Anything for you my sweet girl.” His thrusts fasten and you feel yourself racing towards your high. You use your hands to steady yourself as he fucks into you. You bite your lip to stifle your moan but Bucky doesn’t like that. “Don’t do that baby.. Don’t hide your pretty little noises. I wanna hear you. Want the whole tower to hear how you sound when I fuck you.” 

“Fuck.. Bucky you feel so good. I think I’m gonn-”

“I know baby, it’s okay. Let go for me.” He moves his hand from behind your head and wraps it around your neck. The cold from his touch and him speeding up was enough to send you over the edge.

“Fuckkkk.. Bucky I’m cum- I’m cumming.” 

“Oh Fuck.. I’m there too, baby.” He groans, almost whimpers in your ear. “Feel s’good baby.” He slows his thrusts down as you both come down from your highs.

When you don’t respond he looks at you. “You okay?” 

You can’t speak but you nod your head. 

“You all cockdrunk?” 

“Mhmm.” 

“Such a good girl for me.” He strokes the side of your face and plants a soft kiss on your lips. “Let’s get you home, sweet girl.” 

He slowly inches out of you and sets you down. You stumble a little and grab onto his shoulder to steady yourself. 

“Thank you Buck.” 

“You don’t need to thank me, come on let’s get you home.” He puts his arm around your waist before reaching over and pressing the alarm button again. 

The doors of the elevator open and Sam is standing there, his eyes bulge open before he laughs. You immediately stand up straight and try make yourself look like you haven’t just been fucked moments before but it was obvious. 

You feel your skin warm at being caught but Bucky just laughs beside you like it was no big deal. “I should’ve known it was you two lovebirds causing trouble. Now I know no ones really stuck, I’ll see you guys later” 

“Bye Sam.” You manage to mumble before Bucky pulls you closer, you look at each other and have to hold in your laughter.  

“See ya Wilson.”

“I love you sweet girl.”

“I love you more.” 

[wwilsonbarness]

Thank you so much for including my fic <333

For the Stardust Reblog Challenge: Summer Edition hosted by @liraketo

These are all the fics I've read in September. Please go show all these amazing writers some much deserved love! Also please remember to read the warnings for each individual fic

🔥 - smut | 💗 - fluff I 💧- angst | 😈 - dark

Dividers by @saradika

Bucky Barnes

💧 Time After Time (series) by @intrepidacious

🔥😈 Devour (series) by @buckets-and-trees

💧💗🔥 Secret Door (series) by @buckyownsmylife

😈🔥 A Stranger Arrives by @witchywithwhiskey

💗 Rained Out by @mindingmyownbusiness

💧💗 Blood Sweat and Tears by @treatbuckywkisses

🔥 Dirty Little Secret by @vellicore

💗 Don’t Tell Bucky by @lives-in-midgard

💗 Hypothetically Speaking by @littleseasiren

🔥 Distracted by @sunshinebuckybarnes

💗 Screen Lesson by @vilentia

💗 Post apocalyptic Bucky by @fluffyprettykitty

💧💗🔥 Replace Me by @fandoms-writings

💗🔥 Hold Me Down by @flordeamatista

🔥 Impure Thoughts Part One | Part Two by @samodivaa

💗 Imagine calling Bucky while he’s at work by @imamotherfuckingstar-lord

Steve Rogers

💗 Tall and Two Sugars by @sarahghetti

💗 The Moment He Knew by @/sunshinebuckybarnes

💧 imagine Steve’s anger when you go off book during a mission by @theladyofmanyfandomsfanfiction

💧💗 He Comes Back by @imtryingbuck

💧💗 Handsome Stranger by @/lives-in-midgard

🔥 Can’t Wait That Long by @worksby-d

Sam Wilson

🔥 Touch Me by @galatially

💗 Contentment by @/fluffyprettykitty

💧💗 Don’t Tell My Boyfriend, It’s Not What He’s Made For by @wwilsonbarness

🔥💗 Dancing’s When I Think of You by @targaryenvampireslayer

💗 You and I Were Fireworks by @feelmyskinonyourskin

💧💗 Desperately Seeking Sam by @onceuponastory

Joaquin Torres

🔥 Inexperienced Joaquin by @/fluffyprettykitty

💗 Mixup by @blackbat05

Peter Parker

💧💗 Shaken (Not Stirred) by @cocoamoonmalfoy

Joel Miller

💗 Dancin’ in the Dark by @jobean12-blog

💗 Fall In Love by @/jobean12-blog

💗 Late Night Movie by @holacia3

💗 Date Night by @/holacia3

Multiple Characters

💧💗 Sleep Deprivation by @brandycranby [Steve Rogers, Andy Barber, Curtis Everett, Ari Levinson, Jake Jensen & Ransom Drysdale]

💧💗 Romance Tropes with Marvel Characters by @angelltheninth [Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson, Natasha Romanoff, Clint Barton, Thor Odinson, Loki Laufeyson, Tony Stark, Kate Bishop, Peter Parker]

[wwilsonbarness]

oh my godddd you wrote this so well!! One bed trope always gets me🤭

Hey Kinny ! I’ve had an idea and I thought you’d be the best to share with

What if Bucky was in a relationship for a few months now but there’s always been this tension with a younger trainee on the team . Linger looks and sometimes touches but never going further than that . Until one time they’re paired together on a mission . On a room with a single bed . The mission was rough and left them with an awful lot of unreleased tension . So as they’re both laying in bed , Bucky can’t help but notice her choice of sleepwear . A tank top and short shorts . He’s ashamed to admit he’s hard . I don’t know how you’d want this to progress bur basically sexual stuff with no penetration. Making out, blowing each other off , fingering , naked grinding and maybe even just the tip ….. I don’t know feel free to ignore this but I just found it really hot

idk what's wrong with me but i fkn love a good cheating fic. if anyone wants me to write them something just include cheating and the likelihood of me writing it increases by 80%

deadly nightshade

18+

the brightest berries are oft the most poisonous. why do the ones we can't have look like they'll taste so much sweeter?

content warning: bucky x f!reader, mature themes, bucky x f!oc, cheating, glorification of adultery, sexual tension, intimate touching, one bed trope, forbidden romance, fingering, 34 + 35, face fucking, multiple orgasms, dirty talk, degradation kink, praise kink, penetrative sex, cream pie.

a/n: i think this is my favorite smut i've written so far !

You aren't sure when it started. When he first started looking at you like that, as though he was wondering what you'd feel like. Taste like. You can't remember the first time he squeezed your hip with his cold, metal hand while walking past you, or the first hug that lasted too long.

It's become your norm, to be on edge around him. The excitement is blended with nervousness and a dash of guilt, especially whenever she's close by. There's a palpable tension between you, one you hope nobody else can notice, and one that you rarely stop thinking about.

"Come on, you can go harder than that," Steve says teasingly, barely even flinching as you lunge forward to punch him again.

"Can you at least pretend it hurts?" You complain, frustrated. "Or can I train with another agent - you know, someone that isn't a super soldier?"

"Where's the fun in that?" Bucky asks with a smirk as he stands to the side of the boxing ring, wrapping his flesh hand in bandages. "I thought you liked a challenge."

You scoff as he climbs into the ring, raising a brow. "Great! Now I'm getting tag teamed by two super soldiers?" You ask in disbelief, slightly excited at the prospect of being manhandled by them.

"C'mon, rookie, this should be easy," Bucky says, slowly walking further into the ring. "Or at least, it will be for Steve and I."

With narrow eyes, you take a step back, trying to ignore the way your stomach flips as he shoots you a wink. "Alright," You say, putting up your fists. "You're old men, and I've beaten guys twice your size before. Let's do this."

"Them's fighting words, rookie," Bucky says with a cautionary tone. "You sure?"

"Deadly," You say gravely, ignoring the voice in your head telling you this is a bad idea.

They're nice to you, at first. Allowing you to get a couple of hits in, and Bucky even goes so far as to pretend it hurts. He does his best to limit the use of his metal arm, which you appreciate, though there's always been something about it that intrigues you. Something that, admittedly, turns you on.

And, as though he can read your mind, he suddenly wraps it around your neck, holding your body against his with your back to his front.

"Got her, Stevie," He says teasingly, slightly pressing his arm against your throat, making your legs squeeze together as your core begs for friction.

"That's not fair. I was just about to win," You utter, not even trying to pull out of his grip as you cling onto his arm, gasping when you feel his boner digging into your ass. Fuck. If only Steve wasn't here.

"Alright, I'm done," Steve says with a triumphant smile, holding his hands up as he turns around to leave the ring. "I've proved my point - I am not an old man!"

"Stop squirming so much, rookie," Bucky mumbles lowly into your ear, keeping you pinned against his body.

You can't help but let out a whimper, your panties positively soaked through as your hips uncontrollably move, rubbing your ass against his crotch. He uses his free hand to push down on your hips, forcing you to grind harder against him.

"Get some rest, Y/N," Steve calls out as he picks up his bag. "You've got an early morning tomorrow."

Just as Bucky leans down again to whisper in your ear, the door to the training room opens and in walks one of the other trainees. Bucky slowly releases you, making it seem as though him having you in a headlock with your ass directly on his dick was just a casual part of your training routine.

"Evening Captain, Sergeant," Landon says with a nod. "Uh, Sergeant Barnes, your... Miss Green's here to see you."

There should be a guilt that fills you at the mention of Bucky's girlfriend - or a fear, a nervousness at least. You should feel dirty for practically rubbing yourself on his boner, but you don't. You just look at him, give him a quick smile, and leave the boxing ring, like nothing untoward ever happened.

And he does the same.

Shelly's birthday party is a lowkey affair. She doesn't like being made a fuss of, and like you, she likes to keep her work life and private life separate, so only a few agents were invited.

The bar is nice. A lot nicer than the places you spend your birthdays. It's strictly no-phones, which works well for New York's elite. You're slightly worried about the tab you'll have to pay at the end of the night, especially when you spot a few C-List celebrities walking through, but that's not an issue you need to put any thought to right now.

Right now, you just need to concern yourself with the Irish man who has his arm around your waist.

"Your body is insane," He utters, looking you up and down. "You a, uh, fitness influencer, or something?"

With a laugh, you nod. "Mhm. That's me," You say, not bothering to correct him as explaining you work for SHIELD isn't always the biggest turn-on for men.

While he whispers in your ear, your eyes flicker up to the entrance where a few familiar faces walk in. Taken aback as you weren't expecting to see any actual Avengers attending this party tonight, and judging by the look on Shelly's face, she wasn't either.

"I invited them as a joke," You hear her hiss to her husband, who finds the whole thing hilarious.

Steve, Sam, and Bucky walk over to her with a smile as they hand her gift bags. You watch on in amusement while the man by your side - is his name Leo? - starts kissing your neck. Shelly politely accepts the gifts while her husband holds back his laughs, introducing himself to the three.

Leo whispers something in your ear about getting out of here when you lock eyes with Bucky, making your body tense up.

"Babe?" Leo mumbles.

"One sec, I'll be back," You reply half-heartedly as you make your way over to where Bucky's standing at the bar.

"Hey, rookie," He greets you with a smug look on his face, before glancing behind you at Leo. "Who's the guy?"

"He's Irish," You tell him, resting your arm on the bar. "And cute."

"Yeah? You gonna take him home?" He asks, sneakily looking you up and down with his eyes lingering on your hips. "Let him fuck you?"

You scoff in slight surprise at his question, unable to hold back the smile on your face. "I'm planning on it," You admit as your stomach flips.

"He's a lucky man," He says, leaning in. "I look forward to hearing all about it."

"Oh, yeah? You want all the gory details?" You ask with a soft laugh.

He moves closer to you, lowering his voice. "I want a step-by-step rundown," He teases, using the same terminology Steve uses after a mission before a smirk pulls at his lips. "I wanna know if he makes you cum."

Your breath hitches in your throat but you do your best to act cool. "I- he talks a big game," You say. "Might be overcompensating for his lack of skill."

Bucky tuts at your words, shaking your head. "That's no good, rookie, you don't wanna be left hanging," He says, resting his elbow on the bar and bringing his hand to your face, where he strokes your cheek. "You're gonna have to play with yourself once it's over. Make yourself cum."

Fuck. You can feel your panties soak and you know he can smell it. He swallows thickly, lowering his hand to your neck where his thumb rubs over your throat.

"Let's hope it doesn't come to that," You utter, unable to pull your eyes away from his.

Bucky smiles, shooting you a wink. "I wish you luck, rookie."

"What do you mean, an NDA?" Jenn asks you with narrow eyes. "The fuck do you need one of those for?"

"I just wanna know if we have someone here who can sort it out for us," You claim innocently, unable to keep the impatience out of your tone. "Or if I'll have to hire my own lawyer."

She raises a brow and says, "You'll have to speak to HR, or one of the big guys."

"What? No way!" You exclaim, feeling nauseous at the idea of talking to one of the Avengers about it.

"Why not? You're all buddy-buddy with them," She says, sounding a little bitter.

"Not on that level," You clarify. "We work together sometimes, that's all."

"Well, the next time you're put on a mission with Black Widow, flying off to Cancun to stake out a billionaire on some fancy resort, you can ask her," Jenn says before dropping her boxing gloves and storming away.

"That was one time!" You yell as she leaves the gym, before huffing and rolling your eyes. "Fuckin' A."

You continue training alone for another half hour before someone else walks in. It's none other than Sam, who greets you with a smile. You're not particularly close with Sam, but you get along. Understandably, he hardly ever has any time for agents unless he's on a mission with them, but he's nice enough.

Deciding you have no other choice, knowing how useless the HR team is here, you let out a sigh and pull out an earphone. "Hey, Sam?" You call out, causing him to put down the weights in his hand and turn to you.

"What's up?" He asks.

You walk over to him with a sheepish look on your face. "Can I just be totally candid and ask for some advice?" You request.

"Of course," He says immediately. "Whatever it is, fire away."

"Uh, it's not really to do with work, per say," You admit, rubbing the back of your neck. "It's slightly... personal."

He gives you a knowing smile and walks closer to you. "I get it. Just pretend I'm a stranger, and whatever you tell me stays between us," He promises.

"Thank you," You whisper, before clearing your throat. "Okay. So, it's not that bad, but I would like to get someone to sign an NDA."

He looks taken aback. "Oh. Okay."

"I was just wondering if it's worth it getting the help through work, or if I should just hire my own lawyer," You wonder aloud. "I know here they're busy with more important things, but you know what they say about trainee wages. I can't really afford a good lawyer."

"Mhm," He hums, nodding while processing your words. "Can I ask why you need an NDA?"

You wince, having known the question would eventually come. "Yeah, uh, I slept with someone," You blurt out. "And... I would prefer them to keep it to themselves."

"Right," Sam says slowly. "Why do you doubt they would keep it to themselves without an NDA? And is it really a big deal if they do tell someone?"

"It's just... something happened, during, that I'd much rather not see being spread on social media, or anything," You say, cringing inwardly.

"Uh-huh. How bad was it?" Sam can't help but ask.

"Bad," You answer. "I... I said someone else's name."

He raises a brow. "Is that really so bad?"

"Yes, because the person who's name I said... it's, uh... it's someone... sensitive," You say, unable to look him in the eyes. "And... if the guy goes around telling people, someone who knows them might find out... it's just gonna be messy, and awkward."

Sam nods slowly, thinking for a few moments before speaking. "Alright. Well, this guy you slept with- he's a nobody, right?"

"Pretty much," You agree.

"And is there really any proof that you did sleep with him?" Sam pushes.

"Not really..." You trail off.

"And so, if this guy was to make claims, who the fuck's gonna believe him?" He asks you with a raised brow.

You take in his words, nodding. "You're right. Ha, you're right!" Smiling widely, you pat his arm. "Thank you, Sam!"

"No problem, Y/N," He says, chuckling to himself as you walk out.

"Alright, that's all for this week. Jenn, Landon, and Y/N, can you stay behind?" Maria asks as the others begin to filter out of the meeting room.

The three of you stand before her, waiting to hear what she has to say.

"Jenn and Landon, I can see you've each only got one competency left to achieve before you can qualify for Agent status. There's a recon mission next week being headed by Agent Carter; if you're successful in your assigned tasks during said mission, you'll qualify," She tells them, causing them to whisper excitedly to each other while she turns to you. "Y/N, you still have a few competencies left to complete, but you're almost there. I'm putting you on Operation Musket."

Jenn and Landon suddenly become silent as their eyes widen. They each turn to you, shock on their features.

Your heart is racing. Not just at the notion of being alone on an assignment with Bucky, but also because of the assignment itself. Operation Musket is the biggest mission there's been all year, and it was largely understood by everyone that Bucky Barnes would be completing it alone. Any agent tagging along would be a liability, in Fury's words.

"Wha- with all due respect, ma'am, are you serious?" You ask Maria with furrowed brows.

"Deadly," She replies bluntly, no hint of humor in her tone.

Jenn steps forward. "But Director Fury said-"

"Director Fury is not in charge of my trainees," Maria cuts her off curtly. "When it comes to you completing your competencies, I know best. I also know Operation Musket inside and out, and I believe Y/N will be an asset to Sergeant Barnes. It gives her the opportunity to gain some more experience in Russia, which as you all know, is vital in qualifying for Agent status. Now, does anyone have a problem with my decision?"

The three of you stand silently, not daring to say a word.

"Good," Maria says with a tight smile. "Then this discussion is over. Off you go, trainees."

You all begin to leave, but Maria calls out just as you open the door.

"Y/N, report to the briefing room first thing on Saturday, " She directs you. "Oh, and pack a small bag. It's an overnight mission."

Fuck.

Usually, you say no to drinks with your superiors, but this time you were quick to agree to Steve's invitation. He was shocked as he's used to being rejected whenever he suggests you join them in the bar, but you need to get drunk tonight- the type of drunk you can't afford yourself.

It's not public knowledge that there's a bar in Avengers HQ. It's underground and shares a wall with one of the labs; Tony's very own speakeasy. You came for the free alcohol, but as soon as you see Bucky with Emma on his lap, you immediately regret it.

"Can I get a bottle of vodka and a shot glass?" You request Natasha who's standing behind the bar.

She raises a brow, slightly offended that you interrupted her conversation with Bruce but equally as impressed that you had the balls to do so. "Coming right up, trainee," She says, emphasizing the last word to remind you of your position and the fact that you should probably use a little more respect when speaking to her.

Snapping out of your daze, you widen your eyes. "Thank you, ma'am," You say quickly, wincing when you hear Bruce snickering under his breath.

She slides over the bottle and the glass before continuing her conversation with Bruce, and when you realize she's trying to flirt with him, you quickly move over to the couches.

"All I asked for was a burrito," Steve says to Sam and Tony. "Was I being rude?"

You silently sit next to Steve, trying not to garner any attention but also not wanting to drink alone. The three of them chat over beers while you take a few shots.

"Alright there, Y/N?" Steve asks you suddenly, making you look up at him with shock.

"Uh, yeah," You reply with a nod.

"Oh, hey," Tony says, clicking his fingers in your direction. "You're the, uh, superstar trainee, aren't ya? The prodigy?"

"Prodigy?" You reply with a frown, wondering who on Earth would have described you as that to Tony Stark.

"Maria Hill seems to like you," Steve reveals to your surprise. "She thinks you're the next... well, Maria Hill."

"She does not!" You say with a gasp, your heart fluttering at the prospect. Maria's a tough boss, and even tougher to impress, so the fact that she praises you to the Avengers themselves is insane.

"Says you're gonna go far as an agent," Tony adds with a slow nod, bringing his beer up to his lips while looking around with a frown. "Hey, why don't we invite more trainees to these things? Get some fresh blood in here."

"Maria would kill you," You tell him with a laugh. "We're not supposed to get drunk during our probation, seeing as we have training every morning."

Steve raises a brow, glancing down to the half-empty vodka bottle in your lap. "Uh..."

"Oh, this?" You ask casually. "This won't get me drunk. I have a high tolerance."

"If you say so," Steve utters, not so convinced.

In truth, you only feel a slight buzz so far. You make a mental note to take the bottle home and carry on drinking there, as you don't want someone to snitch to Maria - losing her respect, which you only just learned you actually have, would be detrimental to your career.

"It's part of my training process," You tell him. "I'm preparing for the mission this weekend."

"This weekend? You're on Musket?" Sam asks on disbelief.

"Told you Maria likes her," Tony mumbles.

"Yes, indeed," You reply to Sam with a nod. "I'll be joining Sergeant Barnes in Russia."

"Won't that be fun?" Bucky's voice suddenly chimes in from above you. You look up to see him joining the circle, along with Emma. They sit on the couch to your right while you try to relax your pounding heart.

It's not very often at all that you're around his girlfriend. Emma and Bucky have been together for the better part of two years now, and she's a familiar face around HQ. It isn't very common for Avengers to bring their partners to work, but Emma works at Stark Industries so she's somewhat involved in Avenger business.

"I thought you were doing Musket alone, Buck," Sam says with a frown.

Bucky shrugs, resting his arm around Emma's shoulders. "Fury decided I needed some help," He says simply, before his eyes land on you. "Rookie's always good to have on an assignment, so I can't complain."

"I can vouch for that," Steve agrees, nudging your arm. "I'm surprised you're still a trainee."

"You flatter me," You mumble, leaning your head back against the couch.

While the rest of them continue to talk, you drown out their voices with your thoughts. Are you being crazy? Does Bucky purposely flirt with you, or are you reading it all wrong? Is he attracted to you and unable to hide it, or is that how he is with everyone? You've caught him shooting a flirty comment Natasha's way before, but usually in an effort to grind her gears - he's never been inappropriate with another trainee or agent to your knowledge, so why you? Could it be that he genuinely feels something towards you?

And if he does have sexual attraction towards you, what the fuck is going to happen this weekend?

Missions are rarely overnight and there's a running joke among the agents that they end with sex. You're aware of the highly incestuous dating pool at work, but you've made a promise to never partake. The other trainees are like your siblings at this point, and you wouldn't want to jeopardize a mission by being distracted with feelings.

But Bucky's different. He's not just an agent you can brush off. Admittedly, there's a power difference in play, and something about his senior position is allowing you to break your own rules.

Snap out of it. You're not genuinely attracted to him - nothing will ever actually happen between you. You're just close friends who openly talk about sex and enjoy flirting with each other- there's nothing wrong with that.

"Wake up, rookie," His voice suddenly sounds out from next to you.

Your eyes flutter open and you suck in a sharp breath before turning to the left to see he's taken Steve's place. Everyone else is gone, only he remains. If you looked around, you'd see they've all congregated at the bar, but you don't, because you don't care.

"I'm up," You mumble, meeting his eyes. "You good?"

"Me? Yeah, I'm good," He replies with a smug look on his face.

A few moments of blissful silence pass by. You can hear light chatter and laughter from the bar, and the low lighting allows you to relax, which isn't something you can usually do around Bucky.

"Oh, I should warn you," He begins, stealing your attention as he lowers his voice. "A lotta poisonous plants where we're heading on Saturday. Luskey's HQ is surrounded by woods, and almost every plant is something you won't wanna touch."

"I'll keep that in mind," You mumble absentmindedly.

"Nobody warned me last time and I ended up having fuckin' hallucinations. Saw gnomes walking around," He tells you with a chuckle. "Probably one of the nicer ones to touch. Some of them can kill you."

"Sounds kinda nice. I'd love to hallucinate gnomes," You say with a soft laugh.

He nudges your shoulder and the area burns. You want him to touch you everywhere. Stop.

"Yeah, plenty of nasty things where we're going," He says, looking down at you. "But we'll have fun amongst all the deadly nightshade."

"I'm looking forward to it," You say honestly.

"I bet you are, rookie," He says with a smirk before lowering his voice. "Never got the chance to ask you. How was your night with Mr. Irish?"

Your heart skips a beat at the reminder of that night.

"Just like that, don't stop," You moaned, digging your nails into your back. "Please, make me cum, Bucky, please."

"Uh, yeah," You say flatly while trying to ignore the memory. "It was good."

"Did he do it?" He asks you with a raised brow. "Did he make you cum?"

You swallow thickly, unsure of what to say. No, Bucky, he didn't make me cum, because before he got the chance to I was moaning your name.

"I'll take that as a no," He says with a chuckle. "That's a shame. I had high hopes for you."

"Don't worry about me," You assure him with a small smile. "I can take care of myself."

"Yeah? You took care of yourself?" Bucky utters lowly, stealing a quick glance at your body. "Had to finish yourself off, hmm?"

You squeeze your legs together, hating yourself for getting wet so easily. You know he can fucking smell it.

His eyes light up as he moves closer to you. "What did you think about while touching yourself?" He asks you, making your stomach flip.

With a light gulp, you sink a little lower on the couch. "I..." You trail off, wondering whether it would be too far to tell him the truth.

"Tell me, rookie," He whispers, his eyes dark and piercing. "You think about getting fucked? 'Bout someone splitting you open, railing you 'til you beg him to stop?"

Is he drunk? You take one look at the cup in his hand and instantly recognise the color. It's Asgardian ale.

"Bucky," You mumble, biting your lip. "You shouldn't be talking to me like that."

"Just a question, rook," He replies casually, raising a brow. "I'm curious. Did you think about me fucking you?"

Your breath is stolen and your eyes widen. Before you can even begin to process his question, you hear some of the others approaching. Sitting up, you turn to see Steve and Emma walking over with smiles on their faces.

"Here are the dynamic duo," Steve says with a grin as he and Emma sit on the couch opposite you. "You guys ready for the weekend?"

"You must be a pretty impressive trainee if Fury thinks Jamie's gonna need you there," Emma says with a quirked brow. "Can't say I'm convinced- Jamie's been on plenty of intense missions alone and he's been just fine."

"No, I need rookie there," Bucky claims firmly, patting your shoulder. "She's a genius with codes. We'll get it done in half the time."

"So, I should expect you back home by Saturday night?" Emma asks him expectantly.

He takes a sip of the ale before shrugging. "We'll do our best to make it quick," Bucky says, looking at you before adding, "No promises, though."

It's a tough mission, and you're glad. If there was any less stress or if the stakes weren't as high as they are, you know your mind would drift. Drift to the night at the bar, Bucky's voice in your ear saying things he shouldn't have been saying. Asking questions you didn't want to answer.

But it's a tough mission.

"Stand down, rookie," His voice comes through your earpiece. "Meet at the safe house."

You should be relieved it's over - you should be over the moon that you positively contributed to the biggest assignment of the year and that you'll likely graduate to Agent status as soon as you get back to HQ - but you don't feel relief, or joy. You're nervous.

You take the long way back. Unsure as to what will unfold when you get to the safehouse, you take your time, a small part of you hoping that he'll be asleep by the time you get back. A bigger part of you, though, hopes he's not.

He's already lying on the bed when you get in, but his eyes are open. They flicker over to you and he watches as you undress. You peel off your tactical suit, grateful when your skin can finally breathe.

"I've gotta talk to Maria about these things," You mutter mostly to yourself as you step out of the suit. "They're not breathable at all."

Bucky slowly sits up, not even bothering to hide his gaze on your half-naked body. He's in nothing but his boxers, but you're too tired to care. You step into the bathroom, deciding it's probably a step too far to get your tits out in front of him, and change into your tank top and shorts. Packing light is a must during missions, which means summer pyjamas, even in Russia.

You wonder if anyone back at HQ has realized the conundrum - the fact that the safehouse only has one bed. That was fine back when it was only Bucky on this mission, but as you were assigned to it last minute, nobody bothered looking for something more appropriate for two people. You don't blame them. It takes a long time to lock down a secure location, so you'll put up with the lack of privacy.

"Good job today," He says once you return from the bathroom. "We worked well together. It felt slick. You're damn good for a rookie."

"Not too bad yourself," You say, kneeling onto the bed before raising a brow. "Don't you take that off when you sleep?"

He glances down at his vibranium arm with a slightly confused look before looking back up at you. "No," Is his simple answer.

You mumble a nothing response under your breath as you slowly get under the covers, your heart beating a little faster the closer you get to him.

"I can take the floor, if you'd rather," He suggests, though his tone makes it seem as though he has no intention to sleep anywhere but with you tonight. It sounds like his final warning - your last chance to pull out, because you both know that tonight won't be wholesome when you're sharing a bed.

"Shut up, weirdo," You mutter, turning away from him.

"Yes, ma'am," Bucky replies. You hear him moving around, feel the bed dip a little as he gets comfortable under the duvet.

You can hear his breathing. You can smell him - he must've had a shower with the weird soap from HQ. The kind that comes in a small ball and turns into foam when you add water.

A few moments pass, he turns his body around. You aren't sure which way he turned until you feel his front pressing against your back.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

"Why aren't you breathing?"

Taken by surprise, you can only let out an odd squeak.

"Are you touching yourself?"

You stick your elbow out behind you but he doesn't even react as it digs into his stomach. "Shut up," You whisper.

"A little lower and that would've been nice," He mumbles.

"You want me to elbow your dick?" You ask incredulously.

"Well, if you're taking requests-"

"Go to sleep, Sergeant Barnes."

"Fuck. Don't call me that, rookie," He groans, moving closer to you. "Aren't you cold?"

"You're like a human radiator," You say, closing your eyes as though you could fall asleep when you can feel his boner against your lower back.

He places his hand on your hip, under your top. Slowly, he moves it further up, until he's cupping your bare boob. You don't know why you haven't said anything yet, but when he brushes over your nipple with his thumb, you can't keep quiet.

"You shouldn't," You mutter weakly. It makes you feel only slightly better - you feel a slight less guilt. I'm sorry, Emma. I tried to stop him. I did all I could.

"Shut up," He grumbles, pulling on it as it hardens.

"Bucky," You let out in a breath, rubbing your ass against his hard cock.

"You can't say you didn't know this was gonna happen," He says lowly as he grinds against you. "As if I could ever fuck this opportunity up."

"You're... we really fucking shouldn't-"

"Hey," He whispers, pulling your shoulder and flipping you over so you're lying on your back, looking up at him. "Don't worry. What happens in Russia..."

As he leans closer, using his knee to spread your legs apart and settling between them, you press your hands to his chest. "So, this doesn't count?" You ask him, a hint of nervousness to your tone.

"No, rookie, baby," He promises as his nose brushes against yours, his stubble scratching your skin. While speaking, he begins gently humping against you. "It's not like we're fucking, is it? Huh? I'm just... jus' touchin' you, feelin' you. Making you feel better after today. Making myself feel better. Today was tough, we need this. We're, uh - what's that shit they told us in the HR presentation? - we're looking out for each other's wellbeing while on the field. It's just part of the mission."

He's talking utter bullshit, but you don't care. It feels too good, his hard cock rubbing against your pussy feels too good for you to try and stop it. Loud moans leave your mouth; you're not bothering to pretend this isn't as sexual as it is.

"There you go," Bucky says with a smirk as he peels your top upwards, revealing your chest. "That's it. Don't worry about a thing, rookie, just, fuck, keep moaning for me, fuck."

You do as he says, moving your hands up to his shoulders and digging your nails into his skin. When he leans down and wraps his lips around your nipple, sucking hard on it, you cry out his name, bucking your hips upwards. With a hiss, you move your right hand up to his hair and pull on it, making him groan.

He slips a hand under the waistband of your shorts, starts rubbing your clit. His hand is soaked in seconds.

"Other hand," You whimper, gripping his vibranium bicep. "Please."

"Fuckin' little freak, aren't ya?" He mumbles under his breath, happily doing as you say. His cold metal fingers feel like ice against your clit, making your legs shudder. "Tell me what you're into," Bucky says lowly, keeping his eyes on your face as he watches it contort in pleasure. "Tell me, rookie. What fucked up shit do you want me to do to you? Huh?" He knows this might be his one and only chance to get you like this, so he wants to make the most of it.

"Bucky," Is all you can let out, too far gone to conjure a coherent thought.

"Call me Sergeant Barnes," He orders, to which you let out a breathy laugh.

"Shut the fuck up," You say hitting his chest.

He slaps your tit in retaliation, making you whine, while sinking his hard, metal fingers into your cunt. It feels unlike anything you've ever had inside you, and your eyelids flutter uncontrollably.

"Don't take them out," You request quickly, clenching around his digits. "Oh, fuck. Bucky, please."

He slowly begins to retract them, making you cry out.

"No!" You exclaim, before letting out a frustrated huff. "Please... Sergeant Barnes."

"Atta girl," He mumbles before giving them back to you. "How am I supposed to do this without taking them out, huh?"

"Just... just move them," You suggest while pulling down your shorts, wanting to see what it looks like to have his metal limb inside you.

Suddenly, he curls his fingers, making you shudder. "Like that, rookie?"

"Fuck, yes," You respond with delight.

He shakes his hand, curling and scissoring his fingers inside you. "You like the feeling of them filling you up, huh? You dirty little slut, you think about this all the time, don't you?" He asks you smugly.

"Just keep- keep doing that, Sergeant, fuck," You utter. "I'm getting close."

"Yeah? Gonna cum for me?" Bucky's voice seems different in this moment; more personal. Like you're seeing a side to him only a select few get the chance to. As you cum around his fingers, he lets out a groan, and it's the prettiest thing you've ever heard.

"Can I tell you something?" You ask once your breathing is normal again.

"What?" He mumbles while pulling down his pants.

"I- when I was fucking that Irish guy," You begin, making his eyes narrow.

"Fuck you thinking about him right now?" Bucky's offended, appalled that you're able to focus on something other than him after he just made you cum while barely moving his fingers - let alone another man.

"I said your name," You admit, the words flowing out against your control. "While he was inside me, I..."

Bucky laughs, his eyes lighting up. "You being serious?"

"Deadly," You whisper before pulling off your tank top.

He brings his hands up to your tits, pawing at them while rubbing his thumbs over your hard nipples. You grind your hips up, desperate to feel him inside you. His cock is big, thick against your thigh. You can't help but stare down at it. Reaching for it, you wrap a hand around it, marvelling at how hard it is.

"You ever say my name?" You wonder, though you already know the answer.

"I don't think either of us would be here right now if I did," He teases, biting his lip when you begin to rub his cock, up and down.

"You fuck other girls often?"

His eyes flicker up to yours. "No," He answers. "Feel special?"

A smile pulls at your lips while he laughs at you. Pre-cum dribbles out of his cock. He takes it back from you and brings it to your pussy, rubbing it up and down your folds, pressing the tip to your clit. It feels surreal.

"We shouldn't," You say with furrowed brows. "Not sex. Not actual sex."

"What difference does it make at this point?" Bucky asks you with a scoff.

"It's different," You argue, not sure what you mean yourself.

"Well, I'm fucking something tonight," He states firmly. "Would you rather that be your face?"

He sees it - the way your eyes light up. The way your chest rises a little faster. He hears the hitch in your breath and he feels your clit throb against his cock.

Smirking, Bucky nods. "Fuckin' slut. Hang off the bed, I'll fuck your face, if that's what you want."

It doesn't take much to convince you. Within moments, your head's hanging off the side of the bed and Bucky's standing behind you. He slips his cock between your lips, holding your head in place, and doesn't give you much warning before he starts fucking in and out of your throat. Immediately, you gag, but he doesn't let up.

"That's it, fuckin' take it," He mutters through gritted teeth. "Knew you'd take my cock like a good girl. Knew you'd be such a good fucktoy for me."

Your legs squeeze together, you're wetter than ever. Your inner thighs are coated.

"Touch yourself," Bucky instructs you. "I know you wanna. Show me how you do it when you fantasize about me railing you."

He only lets you rub your clit for a few seconds before he moves your hand away. Leaning down, he replaces your fingers with his tongue, lapping at your cunt. Your toes curl as your hips move upwards, humping against his face. His nose brushes through your folds as he sucks on your clit, continuing to fuck your face.

It doesn't take you long to cum again, and he holds your shaking legs down as you do.

"Cum so fuckin' easy for me," Bucky mumbles as he stands up, pulling his cock out of your throat with a string of saliva following.

He grabs your arm and pulls you up to your knees on the bed before taking your chin in his hand and pulling your face closer to his. He gives you a deep kiss, holding your body against his, kneading your ass with his hands.

"Rookie," He utters against your lips before slapping your pussy. "Let me fuck you, baby."

You let out a groan, throwing your head back. He takes the opportunity to kiss on your neck. "Sergeant Barnes," You whisper. "It wouldn't be appropriate for you to have sex with a trainee."

"I'm teaching you," He says against your neck. "That's what I'm here for."

"I don't need to learn how to have sex," You point out.

Bucky moves back to look at you. "You need to learn how to take your Sergeant's cock when he needs you," He says bluntly. "You need to learn how to be a good stress toy for me. A nice little fleshlight for me to take on missions, use you when I need to cum."

You shouldn't be, but you're horrifically turned on by his words. His arrogance and perversion only makes you crave him more.

"Just the tip?" He asks with a whisper.

With a roll of your eyes, you wrap your hand around his throat. "Just the tip," You agree.

He lays you down on your side, facing him, and picks up your leg to rest it on his hip. Bringing his cock to your entrance, Bucky meets your eyes with his, taking in a deep breath. "I'm- I'll try my best to-"

"Just the fuckin' tip," You cut him off curtly. "Not an inch more."

"If you say so," He says with a smirk before slowly pushing his cock into you, stopping once the tip is in.

Frustrated with the lack of stimulation, you let out a huff. "A little more," You request.

He does his best to hold back a smug laugh. Giving you another couple of inches, Bucky lets out a low groan. "Fuck. Baby, c'mon," He whispers, almost whining.

"More," You say, unable to help yourself. Fuck morals. You've already gone too far. "Just- just put it all in, Buck."

He immediately gives you all of him as sook as the request leaves your mouth, stretching you open. You look down, shivering when you see him inside you, wondering if you're dreaming.

Bucky pushes you onto your back and moves on top of you, pinning your arms down. "I've thought about this a lot," He admits with a mumble, still not moving his hips. "About fucking your brains out. Railing you 'til you can't think straight."

You're pretty sure you entered can't think straight territory the second you got into bed with him. "I haven't been thinking straight since I met you," You tell him, making him chuckle.

"You're so fuckin' cute, rookie," He says, before ever so slightly pulling out and thrusting back into you again.

You suck in a gasp as your back arches up. "Are we doing this?" You ask him with a whisper.

"Isn't it too late to be asking that?" He retorts with a raised brow. "Or do you really think you'd be able to tell me to stop right now?"

You think about it. Could you? Would you be able to stop and go to sleep, like nothing happened? Like he wasn't just balls-deep in you? Do you have any self-control at all?

"Just... just the tip," You repeat, realizing how pathetic you sound.

"What's the fucking difference?" He asks with a dry laugh.

"Then it's not actual sex," You argue. "Then we haven't done anything wrong."

Bucky raises a brow. "You really think that?"

You stare up into his eyes. "Yes."

Slowly, he pulls out again, and you take a moment to savor the feeling of having him fully inside you, knowing you may never get it again.

"You're killing me, rookie," He groans as he looks down at his cock, covered in your slick. "How the fuck am I supposed to do this?"

You wrap your hand around his shaft and start stroking it, up and down.

"Can you even feel anything?" Bucky asks you between heavy breaths. "Slut like you, probably used to getting railed."

"Fuck you," You whisper.

"Let me fuck you," He requests, leaning down until you can feel his breath on your neck. "Let me fuck you 'til you can't breathe. Let me make that pussy sore, let me make you fuckin' limp back to the jet in the morning."

"Bucky," You whine lowly, knowing there's no going back. "...Fuck me."

A smirk pulls at his lips and he's relieved - a small part of him thought you might actually stop this. With your go-ahead, Bucky wastes no time. He starts moving his hips, fucking in and out of you, groaning under his breath.

"Shit," He mutters before grabbing your hips and flipping you onto your stomach. With a spank to your ass, he settles on top of you, resting his head on your neck as he thrusts into you.

"Just like that," You cry out, grabbing fistfuls of the sheets.

"Your pussy takes me so well," Bucky groans into your ear. "Better than I imagined it."

Turning your head to the side, you laugh. "You imagined it?"

"Every fucking night," He answers you straight away.

"When you're fucking her?" You ask, nervous by the silence that follows.

His thrusts slow, but they don't stop. For a second, you're afraid you've offended him. That you've crossed some invisible line by mentioning her.

"When I'm fucking her, when I close my eyes, I imagine it's you," He says lowly, bluntly. "I fuck her throat and wonder if yours would feel like that. I eat her out and wonder how you'd taste. She rides my cock and I- I want it to be your ass bouncing on me." He flips you back over onto your back, pulls out his dick and taps it on your stomach a couple of times before slipping it back into you. "And now, I finally know what it's like."

"And?" You push, holding your breath as he fills you up.

He leans down, bringing his lips to yours and mutters, "Better."

There's passion in it. An intense passion you've never felt during sex before. You've been in love with sexual partners, you've been infatuated with them, but you've never felt this. Maybe it's because it's inherently wrong - what you're doing goes against every value you claim to uphold. Bucky's your senior; he shouldn't be taking advantage of the power he has over you. Not only that, but he's unavailable.

It makes you feel special. He's risking it all for you - his respect among the team, his relationship with the woman he supposedly loves. If it became public knowledge that Bucky Barnes was a cheater, he'd lose all the love from the people of America that he just about managed to earn.

But he doesn't care. This intimacy with you is worth more than all that - at least during this moment.

He fucks you harder, making your eyes roll back. His eyes remain burning into yours, and you know he has no plans of pulling out. You have no plans of asking him to.

"Feel so good around me," He groans lowly, stroking your hips. "Such a good girl for me. Taking it so well, making me so proud."

His words light up a spot in you that you didn't know existed. He can tell.

With a small smile, he places a soft kiss to your cheek. "That's it, baby. My good girl, fuck. Keep taking it just like that, I'm so fuckin' proud of you."

"Bucky," You gasp, feeling it build up.

"Shh, it's okay, I've got you," He coos, quickening his thrusts. "Make daddy proud."

It's all too much - the gentleness, how wrong this is - in seconds, you're cumming and there are tears pouring from your eyes.

"Atta girl, just like that," Bucky groans, cupping your face in his hands. "Ready to take my cum, baby?"

"Please," You sob, gripping tightly onto his shoulders.

"It's yours, my baby," He moans as he lets go, cumming deep inside you. "Oh, fuck. Take it all, baby, fuck."

He keeps fucking you until he can't anymore, both of you oversensitive after your highs. Bucky falls next to you and you stare up at the ceiling, breathing heavily.

A few incoherent mumbles escape his mouth as he comes down. Before you can say a word, he turns off the lamp, flooding the room in darkness. A kiss is placed to your shoulder just as exhaustion takes you over.

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stupid little girl

18+

as the newly appointed ceo, you're desperate for your employees to like you. but you're young, dumb, and out of your depth - at least according to bucky barnes, who hates you more than anyone.

content warning: bucky x ceo!f!reader, reader is a nepo baby and bucky despises her for it, age gap (bucky's like 20 yrs older), enemies to fuckers, sexual tension, hate fucking, penetrative sex, cream pie, rough sex, man-handling, bucky takes all his anger out on you and doesn't care if he leaves bruises while doing so, dubcon, DEGRADATIONNNNNNNNN, mean mean mean bucky, no fluff!

You timidly sip on the Pornstar Martini in your hand, scanning everyone as your eyes dart from left to right. Are they having fun? Are they glad you planned this? Is this the best team day they've ever had?

"This is the best team day we've ever had, ma'am," Peter says eagerly as he smiles up at you, his big brown eyes wide and desperate.

With an eye-roll, you sigh. "Go somewhere else," You order, which he quickly obeys.

If only they could all be as infatuated with you as Peter is. But ever since you were appointed as CEO of one of your mom's companies, you've felt a little out of place. You need them to love you, but with little experience as a boss, you have no idea how to win them over.

"What's Jerry talking about?" Your most outspoken employee, Bucky Barnes, suddenly calls out from beside you.

Looking up at him, you frown, pushing your sunglasses up onto your head. "Excuse me?"

Bucky hates you. It's no secret. Before you were given this job on a silver platter, the board was close to giving him CEO. The fact that he lost out to someone as young and stupid and inexperienced as you has left him bitter, and he doesn't bother hiding that from you. The nepotism dripping from your every move makes him seethe, but you do your best to pretend you don't notice.

"Jerry just said he's off the second week of December," Bucky iterates with a glare.

You tilt your head. "Yeah, so what?"

"So, what?" He repeats with disbelief, rage dripping from his tone. "That's three people in senior positions you've allowed to take time off just weeks before Christmas - are you insane, or just absolutely fucking stupid?"

Appalled by his words, you gasp. Nobody has ever dared to speak to you like that in your whole life. You let out a shaky breath, but before you can respond to him, he storms off inside the resort. With a huff, you stand up and race after him, preparing yourself to rip him a new one before firing him.

"Don't you dare walk away from me!" You yell as he turns into the changing rooms.

"Fuck off," He huffs, taking you aback.

"Stop taking to me like that!" You exclaim as he turns to face you.

"Or what, sweetheart?" Bucky asks you condescendingly. "You'll fire me?"

"Fuck yeah, I'll fire you!" You shoot.

"Too late. I quit," He spits.

"Are you forgetting who I am?" You ask with a dry laugh. "Who my mom is?"

He clenches his jaw and storms over to you before grabbing your arm. "I think about it every fucking minute," He reveals lowly. "I think about the fact that you're only in this job because your mom got fucked raw twenty years ago and didn't know how to raise a decent human being. You're only here because you didn't have enough brain cells to get a job your damn self. You were in college for all of six months and you spent that time getting spit-roasted by frat cock, trying your best to feel some kind of self-worth, to bring some kind of value to society - newsflash, honey, being a whore doesn't disguise the fact that you have next to zero worth. You are nothing more than a pretty face in high heels, and you're gonna run this company to the ground - but Mommy won't give a fuck because she's got a hundred others just waiting for you to bulldoze over."

Stunned, you say nothing. Your bottom lip quivers as you shake.

He lets out a scoff. "Fuck's sake. You gonna cry now? You can't tell me you've only just realized what a dipshit you are?" He asks you with a raised brow, before tightening his grip on your arm and pulling you closer and pulling at your bikini top. "Look at you. Just fucking look at yourself. Parading around in this tiny bikini, trying to make them like you. The only reason those guys show you any kind of respect is because they wanna fuck you. They wanna use your body because your mind sure as fuck ain't worth shit. No, don't cry about it, dummy. It's just the truth- and deep down, you know that. You know you're only worth anything when your holes are being used."

A whimper escapes your mouth.

Bucky brings his face closer to yours as he looks your body up and down. His eyes darken. "Mmm. You might have fucked up my career, but maybe I'll still get some use oughta ya," He grumbles, making your legs quake. "Yeah. Stupid little girls like you are only good for one thing; taking cock."

"James, what-"

"Shut the fuck up," He cuts you off coldly, before spinning you around and bending you over one of the benches. "Here. You should be grateful; I'm putting you to use. Giving you a sense of self-worth, huh?"

"You can't do this!" You exclaim, though you can't deny the notion of getting fucked by him excites you.

"Sure I can," He replies casually while pulling down your bikini bottoms and running his fingers through your folds. "Look at how fuckin' wet you are and I've barely touched you yet. Does it turn you on when someone reminds you what a worthless whore you are?"

He pins your hands behind your back and soon slips his cock into you with no warning. You let out a cry as it slightly pains you to be filled without preparation, but he doesn't let up.

"Fits perfectly," Bucky mutters to himself as he starts sliding in and out of you.

"Bucky," You cry out, half in pain and half in pleasure, as much as you hate to admit.

"That's it, you stupid little girl," He says gruffly. "Take my fucking cock like the dumb slut you are. I deserve this - you know how much fuckin' money I could be making if it wasn't for you, you cunt?"

Loud moans and yelps leave your mouth as he rails you, fucking in and out of you hard. He doesn't care that it probably hurts you to be pushed against the wooden bench, he's too far gone. Pure rage has taken over and the only way he can let it out is on you.

He spanks your ass repeatedly, not satisfied until he leaves a mark. "Look at how fucking pathetic you are," He says, snapping his hips as he fucks you harder. Wrapping a hand around your throat, he pulls you up so you're standing up against his body. "That's it, take it, take it. That's a good little fucktoy."

The praise makes you preen as you let out a singing moan, making him smirk while he rips apart your bikini.

"You like that, huh?" He asks you smugly. "Like it when you fulfil your role as a fucktoy? Like making men like me happy? Being nothing but a human sexdoll for dirty old men like me, you slut?"

"Yes, Sir."

"That's it," He says with a grin, pawing at your tits as he continues fucking you. "There she is. That's a good little dummy, just like that. This is what you were made for, ain't it?"

"Yes, Sir," You reply obediently, officially cock drunk. "Made for you, Sir."

"That's it, dummy, such a good girl for me," He says between grunts while bringing his fingers down to your clit. "Don't you fuckin' dare cum. Got it?"

"I won't," You promise as bursts of electric pleasure coarse through you.

Suddenly, you hear a thump from the left. You turn with a gasp to the doorway to see Peter standing there wide-eyed as he watches the scene before him.

"Hey, Parker," Bucky says with a smirk, not stopping his thrusts. "Come to watch me fuck this dumb bitch's brains out?"

Peter's speechless. Between your naked body and Bucky's utterly disrespectful words, he's thrown for a loop.

"Don't be so scared," Bucky coos teasingly as he squeezes one of your boobs. "Wanna come and suck on her tits while I fuck her brains out, huh?"

Terrified, and incredibly turned on, Peter quickly spins on his heel and rushes away.

"Not that you have any fuckin' brains, anyway," Bucky adds bitterly, slapping your tit. "You're just an airheaded bimbo, absolutely nothing going on up there, huh?"

Incoherent moans are all you can let out, proving his point. He chuckles smugly, pulling on your nipples while fucking you harder. Slowly, he lowers one of his hands down to your stomach.

"Feel me right there, dummy?" Bucky asks you. "Feel my big cock filling you up? Say it, you dumb slut."

"I- I can feel your-"

"Louder," He booms.

"I can feel your cock filling me up, Mr. Barnes," You say as clearly as you can.

"That's right," He says as his thrusts become sloppier. "Fuck. You're such a good little fuckdoll, gonna make me cum so quickly. You ready for it?"

You suck in a sharp breath as your core tightens. "Can I-"

He grabs your chin harshly, shutting you up. "Don't be stupid, dummy," He utters lowly. "Fuckdolls don't need to cum. All you need to do is shut the fuck up and take my seed. Got it?"

"Yes, Sir," You let out with a sob, desperate to reach your orgasm. "Please."

Bucky tuts. "Aw, poor thing," He chuckles cruelly. "Tell me how badly you wanna cum right now."

"Please, Sir, I need to cum so badly," You cry as he continues driving his cock into your cunt. "I'm so close, so close."

"Fuck," He utters gruffly. "Take my cum, dummy. That's it, take it all."

With a loud groan, he spills into you, filling you with his cum as he continues to pump in and out. You fall forward and he lets you fall onto the bench with a soft thump.

"Oh, fuck," Bucky mumbles between heavy breaths, rubbing his face. "Shit. Came so fucking hard."

You're left a frustrated, whimpering mess, letting out weak begs for him to let you cum.

Bucky simply pulls his trunks up and slaps your ass one last time before turning and walking towards the exit. "Finish yourself off, slut," He says lowly before leaving you alone.

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Pairings: Bucky x Reader

Summary: You’re the person Bucky goes to for a breath of fresh air, the one who’s smile is the brightest, the one that has the softest voice. You are sweet and kind, something he is falling for a little more every day, but you have someone, and he respects it…what happens when he finds out your special someone turns out to be a monster you can’t seem to get away from?

Warnings: Abusive relationship (Emotionally and Physically), alcohol usage, implied sex (NO SMUT), mentions of rape (didn’t exactly occur, but talked about), language

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8

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Bucky is so sweet 😭🥹

well oiled machine

summary | you can’t seem to face bucky after crashing one of his cars

pairing | beefy!mechanic!bucky barnes x fem!reader

warning | angst, car accidents, fluff ending

word count | 1.0k

The shock blanket that was wrapped around you, wasn’t helping with your shock.

You kept muttering curses under your breath, your eyes wide, the adrenaline still rushing through your body. 

The entire intersection was blocked off, numbers of officers and paramedics were at the scene. The one ambulance held you, one of the paramedics, patching up the gash on your forehead from the impact causing you to hit your head against the steering wheel.

The other was for the man who crashed into you. Your light had just turned green and as you started to cross the intersection to keep going straight, a truck tried to pass his light before it turned red, not getting in time, running the red, and driving straight into the side of your car.

Well Bucky’s car, not yours.

Your car had been leaking, and Bucky brought it into his shop to figure out the problem and let you borrow his car for the day, his Camaro that he worked so hard to restore. And you finally realized you hadn’t called him.

Trying to grab your bag, you were pulled back, the paramedic scolding you for moving while they tried to get the stitches in. 

Still not seeing the car, being surrounded by paramedics and police you never saw the damage. A tow truck came onto the scene, and you prayed it was the other car that was going to get wheeled on. 

Fear struck your face when you saw the Camaro being wheeled on, the entire passenger’s side destroyed, the mirror just gone and the door barely hanging onto the hinges.

You felt tears cascade down your cheeks finally seeing the damage that happened, Bucky poured his heart and soul into the car and you wrecked it within a second. 

The medic was still tending to your wounds when you heard the shouting.

“Where is she, Y/n! Y/n!”

Your heart flared, hearing the familiar through the crowd of people, looking over the shoulder of the paramedic to see your boyfriend flow through the way of officers and firefighters.

He had been held back by two police officers, seeing the three of them argue before they let go under the tap, watching him run closer and closer towards you.

“Thank god.” Bucky muttered when he saw you sitting in the back of the rig. The medic had just finished with you, placing another piece of gaze over your forehead before going off in a different direction.

His eyes were frantic, his eyes searching over your body for any more injuries. “You were just going out to the bank and you were gone too long so I went to check and I saw the accident and the car.”

The moment he mentioned the car, your eyes started to water and your bottom lip started to quiver.

“Hey it’s okay.” Bucky thinking you were hurt, holding you gently.

“I’m sorry.” You sobbed, resting the side of your head on his shoulder. “I should have been looking more carefully, I could have seen you coming before I drove across and now your car is destroyed and you put some much work into it.”

Bucky furrowed his brows, looking back at the car then towards you again, opening his mouth to speak before you cut him off. 

“I’ll pay you back.” You gasped. “I a few hundred dollars saved up, I know it’s not enough but-”

“Baby.”

“I’ll put my paychecks towards it-”

“Doll.”

“And hopefully maybe-”

“Y/n, stop talking.” He finally got his word across. “I don’t care about the car, I don’t care about you paying you back.”

“But-”

“Stop.” He said loudly. “I thought I almost lost you.”

His voice started to quiver. “I saw the car, and everything flashed before my eyes and no one was telling me anything so I had to go out and figure it out myself. You don’t understand how happy I am that you are right in front of me in one piece. You’re okay. I can replace the car, I can look for more parts, I can’t do that with you, I can’t replace you.”

Bucky didn’t know he was crying, until you used the edge of your sleeve to wipe the tears that were on his cheeks.

“I’m-”

“You better not say you’re sorry.”

“I love you.” You said instead, smiling softly. 

“I love you too, so much.” He sighed.

-

Standing in the garage of Bucky’s shop, the two of you stood in front of the car.

Bucky was able to get the camaro back from the tow truck, happy that the two were close enough for him to get it back so easily.

You didn’t understand why he was restoring it, he had endless cars, another camaro but he just said it was okay.

“Should be good, test it out baby.” Bucky smiled through the window. Turning the key, hearing the sound of the engine start, he smiled. Turning the engine back off you got out of the car seeing how giddy he was.

“Why are you so happy?” You teased.

“Because I got your birthday gift.” He smiled, “Surprise.”

You didn’t understand at first looking around before you turned back to the car.

“Your car.” You said in awe. “B, I can’t take this.”

“You will.” He insisted. “Registered in your name and everything, it’s all yours.”

Squealing, you wrapped your hands around his neck, hugging him tightly. His arms naturally wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer into his stomach. 

“Thank you, thank you, thank you!” You smiled ear to ear.

Bucky returned the gesture, turning you around so both of you were facing the car, his arm still wrapped around your waist.

“What do you say about taking it out for a little test drive?” He smirked. “Test out the waters.”

“I don’t know.” You muttered, you were still cautious since the accident a few months ago, Bucky kept explaining to you how it wasn’t your fault and you were a good driver.

“Hey, I’m right here.” He reassured. “We’ll be okay.”

Your hands gripped on the steering wheel as you continued to get closer and closer to the accident sight, Bucky noticed the distress, wrapping one of his hands around your thigh, squeezing it lightly..

“See.” He said. “We’re good.”

You smiled, giving me a quick look before turning back to the road, the two of you riding downtown together. 

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I could read this over and over again and not get bored🥹 it’s amazing

Roads go ever ever on, Under cloud and under star. Yet feet that wandering have gone Turn at last to home afar.

- J.R.R. Tolkien

series summary: Life as a single mother of a three year old certainly has its struggles. But when a sweet stranger makes his way into you and your little boy’s life, a one of a kind connection sparks. 

each part has its own warnings:

♡ indicates fluff ☾ indicates smut ☆ indicates angst

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♡☆ part iii - 6.5k

♡☆ part iv - 7.8k

♡☆ part v - 9.1k

♡☆ part vi - 7.9k

♡ part vii - 7.4k

♡☆☾ part viii - 7.6k

♡☆☾ part ix - 9.8k

♡☆ part x - 7.8k

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into their future…

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 ♡☆ it’ll take some time - 4.9k

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don't tell my boyfriend, it's not what he's made for

pairings:  sam wilson x reader

summary: you try hide your bad days from Sam but he knows you too well. (Based on What Was I Made For by Billie Eilish.)

warnings: depression, mention of bad relationship with parents, angst, fluff, sam being the best boyfriend. I think that's it?

word count: 1559

a/n: my first Sam fic YAY! 

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It’s been 3 days since you last saw Sam, not because he was on a mission or fighting a giant purple-thumb looking alien but because you couldn’t bring yourself to let him see you the way you are right now. 

Things had been tough since you graduated college, you had your degree, you’d done everything your parents had asked of you, but you’d never really done anything that you wanted. Your parents didn’t seem to care what you did now, you’d gotten your degree, you’d moved to the city, you’d got away. They’d “done their job” they told you, but what were you meant to do now.

That’s what has been on your mind the last few months and all the stress has finally caught up with you. You weren’t leaving the house, you were hardly eating, you hadn’t seen your friends in weeks. Then there was Sam, you’d been pretending to be okay around him, and it was killing you. You couldn’t do it anymore so you’d been avoiding him, first not going to his apartment, then cancelling plans, and now avoiding his text messages. It only made you feel worse but you couldn’t let him see you this way. He’d probably break up with me. 

You had bags under your eyes from the 2 hours of sleep you were getting each night, your eyes were red and irritated by the countless tears that had fallen from them. You hadn’t showered since you last saw Sam and that was only because he surprised you with a picnic in the park. 

You’d tried to enjoy that day but all you wanted was to lay in bed and cry, to forget about everything else. But more than anything you wanted Sam, wanted him to hold you, to tell you everything would work out, but that couldn’t happen. You couldn’t have him realise what a mess you were, you couldn’t risk him leaving you. 

So that’s how you ended up here, curled up into a ball in the dark on your sofa, crying quietly into your blanket and ignoring the feeling of a slight buzz from your phone beside you. You didn’t know who it was and quite frankly at this point you didn’t care. It had been like this since you woke up, you have no idea how long it’s been, and you had no intention of finding out. That would make you feel worse, knowing you’d wasted another day. You had no intention of moving at all, and that didn’t change when you heard a knock at your door. Just leave it, they’ll go away soon. But they didn’t, they kept knocking and knocking, until Sam’s voice came through the hard wood. His warm and gentle voice being the only thing breaking your almost comatose state. 

“Y/N? I know you’re in there, please I just need to see that you are okay. Please?” You felt your heart break as his voice cracked with his last word.

You freeze at first, not knowing what to do. If you didn’t answer you were 90% sure he would kick your door down. So you did the only thing you could do and walked slowly towards the door, cracking it open slightly, not even removing the chain. 

His head fly’s up from the spot he was staring at on the ground when he hears your door creak open. 

“Hi Sam.” 

“Y/N,” He goes to push the door open only to be met with the resistance of the chain. “Can you open the door properly? Please?” 

You don’t really want to let him into your depressive bubble but at the same time you wanted him, his warmth against your skin, the smell of his cologne that always made you feel safe. So you nod slightly and remove the chain. 

He immediately steps in and pulls you towards him. Your head finds its usual spot against his chest and his warmth seeps into you which instantly makes you feel a little bit lighter. 

“Thank god.” Sam sighs in relief as he wraps his arms around you, bringing his left hand up to the back of your head to cup it slightly. “I thought something had happened to you when you didn’t answer your phone all day, I was so worried about you baby.” 

All day? You had no clue that much time had passed, and now you were angry at yourself for worrying Sam, he doesn’t deserve all this. He deserves someone better. 

You start to feel your eyes burning as more tears threaten their escape. “I’m sorry Sammy.” 

“Hey, none of that, okay? You wanna tell me what’s going on?” 

Sam had kind of guessed what was happening, sure he mostly had experience working with Vets with PTSD, but he definitely knew the tell tale signs of depression. So when you started to pull away, and started acting not quite like yourself he had made sure to clear his schedule as much as he could to be there for you.

“I.. I don’t really know.”

“That’s okay baby. Can I stay with you for a bit?” 

You shake your head against his chest and start to pull away from him as it hits you how you look, how your apartment looks. Panic starts to overtake every other emotion already running though you. “Oh my god. The mess and I haven’t even- I look so gross and I didn’t-“ 

Sam cuts you off before you can spiral more. “Hey, take a breath. It’s okay.” 

“It’s not okay, nothing is okay anymore.” He guides you to the sofa gently and sits beside you, slightly turning himself in your direction. 

“Try and breathe for me, okay? In and out. Copy me.” You try to listen and copy his breathing. “That’s it, good girl. You're doing such a good job baby.” 

“I don’t know what to do anymore.” 

“What do you mean?” He replies, with a hint of confusion. 

You shake your head before continuing. “No, I don’t want to burden you Sam. You can leave if you want to, I’d understand.” You were so sure he’d leave, there was no way he could want to stay with you now. Right? Deep down you knew your brain was lying to you but you didn’t have it in you to fight what it was so easily telling you. 

“Baby,” He looks at you with pure concern and love in his eyes. “I’m not going anywhere, you can tell me what’s wrong, you can tell me anything.” 

You look down and start to play with your sleeves before you answer him. “It’s not what you’re made for, you don’t deserve to have to pick up all the pieces everytime I fall apart. You deserve someone who’s happy, and I…” You pause to try and figure out how to say what you are feeling. “I think I forgot how to be happy.” It comes out as an almost whisper, in fear of it chasing him away. 

Sam’s heart breaks hearing how you are feeling, he’s never felt this much love for someone or something before and wants nothing more than for you to be okay. He needs you to know how much you mean to him. 

“Y/N, look at me?” You shakily bring your eyes back up to him. “That’s exactly what I was made for, you’re everything to me and I want to help you in any way that I can. Who was there when I beat myself up for Karli’s death? You. Who picked me back up again when I worked myself too hard? You did. So please, let me help you. Let me in. I will be here to pick up every little piece of you for as long as you will have me.” 

The tears had managed to find an escape route now, and were freely rolling down your cheeks. You knew Sam loved you, he’d told you every chance he got and you hated that your brain could convince you otherwise.

“I love you Sam.” He brings his lips to your forehead and places a gentle kiss. 

“And I love you too, so much, and whenever you’re ready to talk, I’m here to listen, okay?” 

“Okay..” You weren’t ready to talk yet, you just wanted him. “Could you just hold me for now?” 

“Of course, anything you want.” 

He lays back on the sofa and brings you into his lap. Your head finds its place in his chest again, seeking his warmth. Things were silent for a few moments, each of you soaking up the feeling of being close with one another, until your stomach rumbling broke the silence. 

“Baby?” he asks gently but concerned. 

“Hmm?” You know where this is going but you try to play innocent. 

“Have you eaten anything today?” You shake your head in embarrassment that you hadn’t managed to do that.

“Want me to order something in?” You nod against him. “The usual?” 

“‘Mhmm. Can you get some of the-“ 

“Chocolate dumplings.” You say together which makes you both laugh, your first real laugh in a while and it feels nice. 

“How could I not?” Sam says as he playfully rolls his eyes. “But until there’s a knock at the door I’m not letting go of you.” He squeezes you extra tight to show you he’s not kidding. 

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i can't do this anymore

pairings: bucky barnes x y/n reader  

summary: You overhear Bucky’s conversation with your friends and assume the worst but you couldn’t have been more wrong. 

warnings: ANGSTTT, fluffy ending, mention of marriage, more angst “I’m sorry i can’t help it), miscommunication. 

word count: 3665

a/n: I’m in serious need of miscommunication fics (I'm a sucker for angst) so I’d be grateful for any recommendations!! Enjoy <3 

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“Buck? Can you pass my clothes?” You had just stepped out of the shower and realised you left your clothes in your room, but Bucky didn’t answer. “Buck?” He still didn’t answer so you wrapped your towel around you and headed through to see the room empty. You begin to get dressed before you hear Sam’s voice from the living room, he wasn’t supposed to be here for another half hour. Every week Bucky and Sam took it in turns to host dinner for the three of you and Sam’s girlfriend, Olivia. This week was yours and Bucky’s turn to host and you were super excited to serve your new recipe. Hearing the voices made you even more excited, but stressed as you still had some cooking to do before they were supposed to be here. You finish getting dressed and apply a little bit of makeup as quickly as you can. These dinners weren’t formal so it didn’t take long to get ready, they were mostly just so Sam and Bucky had some comfort after their missions, especially recently with them having to deal with John Walker. You take one last look in the mirror before heading through, until you hear something that stops you in your step.

“I mean I can’t say I’m surprised.. one look at you two and it’s obvious,” Sam tried to whisper but failed. “how are you gonna do it?”  Do what? You were confused what they were talking about, part of was tempted to interrupt but your curiosity took over. 

“I don’t know.. It’s just..” Bucky was stuttering which he only did when he was nervous, this really made you worry about what they were talking about. “It’s just she’s different from other girls, you know? And I know we haven’t been together that long but I can’t do it anymore. Do what anymore? “It’s not like I don’t love what we have but I just feel like I need more” More? You couldn’t help but overthink what you were hearing. They were talking about you, you weren't enough for him. I mean sure you’d thought that about yourself so many times but hearing it from the man you truly thought was the love of your life hurt. 

“I know what it’s like when you find the one, it’s the best feeling in the world.” You couldn’t see this but Sam had kissed Olivia’s head after his words. “This is gonna be good for you man, I’m happy for you.” 

You couldn’t bring yourself to hear anymore, the tears were already fighting their way out. You quietly walk back into your bedroom and try and calm down, you just had to get through tonight, just tonight and then you and Bucky could talk. You were at your happiest with Bucky, you thought Bucky was too but.. you didn’t even want to finish that thought. Bucky’s happiness was the most important thing to you, and if that meant he wasn’t with you anymore you would have to find a way to get through that. No matter how hard it would be for you, you just wanted him to be happy.

You took a few minutes to compose yourself,  your eyes were red and a little puffy but not enough for anyone to notice. You hoped anyway. This time when you left your bedroom you made sure to close the door loud enough so they could hear you coming and hopefully change the subject. 

“Hey guys, you’re early.” you said as you walked in, Sam and Olivia both stood up to give you a hug as you came in. 

“Yeah sorry we were just a couple blocks over and it didn’t make sense going all the way back home just to come out again,” Sam replied with a smile. “Buck said it was okay.” 

“Of course it is, you guys are always welcome, you know that!” You were surprisingly good at keeping how you really felt hidden, but with your words you couldn’t help but think you would lose Sam and Olivia as friends when Bucky ended things between you, they were technically Bucky’s friends first but you’d grown to see them as practically family as your relationship grew. You tried to push that thought away, you just had to get through tonight you kept repeating to yourself in your head. 

“You okay doll?” Bucky asks as he wraps his arms around you. You plaster on a smile hoping he wouldn’t sense anything being wrong. 

“Course! Just need to check on the food.” Normally Bucky’s touch helped you in situations like this but with what you heard his touch was only making you feel worse. You manage to untangle yourself from his arms and head to the kitchen. You notice that the ingredients and glasses were still laying out for the drinks you’d planned to make. “Do you guys want any drinks?” 

“Yes please!” Sam and Bucky replied at the same time. 

“I’ll help you.” you heard Olivia say through the wall. It only takes a couple seconds before she’s standing next to you in the kitchen. You and Olivia were like best friends, and she’s the reason you and Bucky were together. You had worked together for a few years, you drifted a little when she left that job but it only took one reunion dinner to get your friendship back to normal. That was 2 years ago, and from that night on she had insisted on setting up you and Bucky. It took a while for the meeting to actually happen but once it did you knew he was the one for you. Was. Not anymore. 

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Olivia asks quietly, she was aware of Bucky’s super soldier hearing and wanted to talk to you alone. 

You nodded and forced another smile. “Just a busy week, my boss is still being a dick.” 

“Ugh, you deserve so much better than having to work for that guy. He’s a creep.” She said at a normal volume now. “You should send Bucky after him, make him know he can’t treat you like that just cause he’s the boss.” She brings her hands up to put air quotes around ‘boss’, as he’s only technically the boss for the month while your real boss was on vacation. 

“I’ll manage.” You tried to play it off, you wouldn’t have Bucky there to help you soon, and you needed to stand up for yourself. 

“You know he would do anything for you.” 

“You think?” 

“Yep. I mean have you seen the way he looks at you?” 

“Hmm.” you mumbled. “Here,” You pass her two glasses with drinks in it. “take these and I’ll bring the other two once i’ve checked the food.” 

“Okay,” She starts to walk about but turns at the last minute, “It smells good by the way, I can’t wait.” 

“Thanks” you laughed as she walked away. She could tell there was something different with you tonight but she couldn’t figure out what was wrong, it felt like it was more than just your boss being a dick. 

You tried to take as long as you could checking the food without it being too long that someone would notice. After just under 10 minutes you walk through. “Dinner should only be a little longer.” You pass a glass to Bucky and keep one for yourself, normally you’d sit close to Bucky but tonight you kept your distance, opting for the armchair in the corner. Bucky thought this was weird but he kept it to himself. 

“So, what did I miss?” You hoped they would somehow be able to explain away what you heard but your hope didn’t last long as they started to talk about Sam’s plans to get a lizard. 

“Sam, we’re not getting a lizard,” Olivia replied, “if you insist on getting a pet why can’t it be a normal one like a cat or a dog.” This only reminded you of the plans you and Bucky made to adopt a cat, this was torture. Everything was reminding you of what you were about to lose. 

“I’ll look after it babe, you won’t even have to touch it.” Sam tried pleading. 

“And when you’re away on missions?” Olivia argued back playfully. 

“Okay, you got me.” You laughed a little at Sam releasing this was one battle he was going to lose. “What about you guys? You still planning on getting a cat?” 

Bucky looked at you as Sam asked the question, how were you supposed to answer this when you didn’t even know the answer anymore, luckily Bucky notices the panic on your face and jumps in to answer.” 

“Yeah man, we just have to find the time to get to the shelter.” 

“See,” He turns his head to his left, staring at his girl, “Y/n let’s Bucky get the pet he wants.” He was only teasing, he knew logically he couldn’t get a lizard but it was fun to pretend. 

“Lizards and cats are not the same thing.” 

“Y/n/n help me out here please” Sam pleads to you. 

“Sorry Sam, I’m on Olivia's side here.” You reply whilst laughing. 

“Traitor” he mumbles under his breath making everyone laugh. Bucky noticed it wasn’t your real laugh but he wasn’t sure why. Normally you loved bantering back and forth with them. 

You kept on chatting for 20 minutes before the oven timer went off, just in time as Bucky was about to tell an embarrassing story about you.

“Ah! Saved by the bell” you joked. 

“Don’t think I won’t forget to tell it after dinner!” Bucky shouts through, and you can’t help but laugh before thinking about it deeper. Was that one of the things he couldn’t do anymore, was he really embarrassed by you? 

You tried so hard to push those thoughts away and focus on getting through the dinner, you started plating up the food you were so excited about only an hour before. But you got lost in your thoughts again and picked up the hot tray with your bare hand, burning yourself in the process. “Shit.” The tray fell to the floor, luckily you had already plated everything and you were just moving it to the sink. Bucky rushes through and sees the tray on the ground and you gripping your hand towards your chest. 

“What happened?” He comes towards you but you walk back away from him. “What’s wrong?” You could see the worry in his eyes but all you could think about was his words earlier. I can't do it anymore. 

“I’m fine, Bucky.” You didn’t mean to but you snapped back at him. 

“You’re not fine.” he moves closer and tries to reach for your hand but you pull it closer to you, he notices and steps back. “Y/n?” You don’t say anything. “Look please just run your hand under some cold water at least, please?” 

“Can you just take the food through, I’ll be there in a minute.” You tried to hide the shakiness in your voice but he could hear it. This brought him back to the start of your relationship, you both struggled to open up to each other but he thought you had both gotten better at it, which is why he was extra worried.

He nodded, you hated yourself for being the reason he was sad, he didn’t deserve that. “I’m sorry.” 

“It’s okay doll, just know I’m here for you okay?” You nodded but kept your gaze to the floor. He first grabs the tray with his left hand and puts it in the sink then picks up the plates and brings them through, having to make two trips. He doesn’t want to leave you but he wants to give you the space you asked for. You run your hand under the cold tap for a couple of minutes before drying it off and making your way to the table. 

“You okay y/n?” Sam asks as you sit down next to Bucky, there were only 4 seats at the table so sitting next to him was your only option. Bucky turns to you, concern filling his eyes, he sends a smile your way and you try to send one back. He went to put his hand on your thigh but you see him stop himself and bring it back to his leg. 

“Yeah, all good, just burnt my finger on a tray. How’s the food?” 

“It’s amazing as always.” Olivia answers.

 “Thanks again for having us over.” Sam adds

“It’s a new recipe, and no need to thank me. You know you are both welcome here anytime.” You reply, happy that they like it. 

“Tastes great Doll.” Bucky’s voice was quiet, almost like he was scared to speak, he had a slight smile growing as you turned to him. 

“Thank you Bucky.” 

The rest of the night went just like that, the four of you spoke about planning a trip to New Orleans, you felt yourself get excited about it but then grounded yourself, reminding yourself that it probably wouldn’t go ahead. Well, it maybe would, you just wouldn’t be there. Sam and Olivia stayed for a couple more hours, they couldn’t stay as late as usual as Olivia had picked up an early shift at work the next day. When they left you saw Sam and Bucky whisper something to each other, but you were too far to hear anything. 

Now you and Bucky were alone, it had just been the two of you for 10 minutes and none of you had broken the silence until now. 

“Y/n?” Bucky asks quietly, testing the atmosphere. You took the shakiness in his voice as a sign he was angry, when it was really because he was worried about you. You don’t say anything but bring your head up so you could see him. “Can we talk?” Oh god. This was it. He was gonna do it right now. You weren’t ready, you never would be but you couldn’t do this right now. 

“Bucky, I’m really tired, could we talk in the morning?” You were desperately hoping he would say yes. 

“Yeah..” He stands up and walks towards the bathroom, stopping slightly at you but speeds up again after a moment. “I’m gonna quickly shower then I’ll come to bed.” 

“Okay.” Almost a whisper but he heard it. 

You go through to your room and get changed, ignoring the mess in the kitchen. That was something you’d worry about tomorrow. You crawled into bed, facing the wall and tried to force the sleep to take over. It doesn’t take long for Bucky to come in next to you, you feel him hesitate but he wraps his arms around you and brings his mouth around to kiss your forehead. “I love you.” 

You hoped he’d think you were sleeping, and not know you were pretending. You tried to find comfort in his touch but it only reminded you that this time tomorrow you probably wouldn’t have him wrapped around you. You could feel your eyes growing wetter as you thought about this but you forced yourself to stop before it turned into a full meltdown. That would for sure wake Bucky up. So you sat there in silence, sometimes you could hear a quiet mechanical murmur from Bucky’s arm, and sometimes the one big deep breath he takes every few minutes. By the time morning comes you only got about an hour of sleep, you were exhausted and anxious for what was going to happen today. 

“Doll?” he pauses for a minute waiting for an answer, “Are you up?” 

“Yeah, I'm up.” You don’t turn around to face him like you normally would, you keep your eyes on the wall. 

“I was thinking we could go to your favourite cafe today? The one with the-” You interrupt him and turn around to face him, sitting cross legged. 

“It’s okay Bucky.” He’s confused about what you mean so he stays quiet hoping you'll continue which you do. “I heard you talking with Sam and Olivia..” Bucky’s eyes nearly pop out of his head. 

“You heard us?” Shit. He wanted it to be a surprise. 

“I did. So can you just do it now? Get it over and done with, so we can both move on.”

“What? You want me to do it right now?” 

“Yes. Please, just do it.” You knew you were coming across harsh but you needed this torture to end. 

“Erm. Okay..”  He stood up out of bed and walked over to his dresser, and started to dig through one of his drawers. “This isn’t really how I pictured doing this and I thought you’d be more excited but..” Excited? Why would you be excited over losing him? Once he finds what he was looking for he walks back over and brings himself down to his knees beside the bed. 

“Bucky what-” 

“My turn to talk doll..” What the hell was happening. “Y/n, you have been the best thing in my life since the very first day I met you. It might sound cliche but you’re the missing piece I always thought I’d never find. I know this might seem fast but..” He pulls a small box from behind his back. Oh my god. He was proposing. What. You wanted to stop him but the words wouldn’t come out, it was like your mouth was glued shut. “.. I don’t think I could ever feel happier than I do right now with you but It would mean the absolute world to me if you-” 

“Wait!! Stop!” Bucky’s smile dropped. He’d been scared to ask you but he didnt think rejection was actually a possibility. 

“What?” You stood up and started pacing back and forth, panic setting in. 

“Oh my god Bucky. Stand up!” He stood up slowly and closed the ring box, the loud click making things even realer. “Bucky, what were you talking about with Sam and Olivia?” 

“I thought you heard me? I was telling them I wanted to propose, I want to spend the rest of my time with you. This definitely isn't how I wanted it to go. I’m sorry if I.. I thought you’d want this too.” 

“Oh my god Bucky. I am so sorry. I’m so sorry, I messed up.” You were beginning to lose control of your breathing and your eyes were starting to burn, you were still pacing back and forth. “I thought you wanted to end things, I thought you were done with us.”

“What?! Why did you think that?” He had never been so confused in his whole life. 

“You told them you wanted more, and.. that I wasn’t like other girls.. and..” The tears had escaped now and it was hard to talk properly. “and you said you couldn’t do this a-anymore.” 

“Oh baby.” Bucky walks over to you and pulls you gently to the bed, he sits next to you but keeps one of his arms wrapped around you. “I did say those things but not in the way you think. Did you listen to the rest of what we said?” You shook your head, which only made your growing headache worse. “When I said I wanted more I was talking about marrying you, in case you haven't figured that out by the -I don’t even know if i can call that a proposal- but doll, I want to marry you, I wanted to show you how much I love you and how serious I was about us.” He tries to turn himself slightly so he can see your face properly. 

“I was right when I said you aren’t like other girls, I don’t want you to be like anyone else. I want you to be you, my girl. The girl I fell in love with the first day I met you. I’ve been planning to propose for a while but I couldn’t keep it in any longer, that’s what I meant when I said I couldn’t do this anymore. I couldn’t wait any longer to ask you. I love you so much, doll.” 

Oh god. You were so embarrassed. You had gotten everything so wrong. “Bucky, I'm so sorry. I didn’t, I don’t want things to end with us. I’m so sorry.” 

“It’s okay baby, really it’s okay. I just wished you’d talked to me about it. You can come to me about anything, you know what right?” 

“I do, I promise. I just panicked. I thought I was going to lose you.” Your breathing had started to slow down and you felt like you had control over it again.

“Nope. You’re never getting rid of me. I love you too much for that,” He brought his face down to yours and brushed your noses together before wrapping his arms tightly around you. “And I missed you way too much to ever let go of you again.” 

“I love you too, Buck, so much.. but you’re squeezing me.” For the first time since you heard their conversation you had a real smile on your face and you laughed at him holding you so tight. You were happy. Bucky was happy. 

“There’s the laugh I missed so much. Oh and,” he pulled away just for a second to look into your eyes, placing each of his hands on your shoulders and with a serious voice spoke again, “don’t for one second think that’s how my real proposal will go, I’m gonna make it special, just like you deserve.” he pulls you into his arms and lays you both down.

“I can’t wait, but before you do that..”

“Mhmm?”

“Can we go to the shelter today? I think it’s about time we got that cat.”

“You have no idea how happy that makes me doll” 

Maybe it wasn’t healthy how much yours and Bucky’s happiness relied on each other but for you two it worked. Things were perfect. 

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don't tell my boyfriend, it's not what he's made for

pairings:  sam wilson x reader

summary: you try hide your bad days from Sam but he knows you too well. (Based on What Was I Made For by Billie Eilish.)

warnings: depression, mention of bad relationship with parents, angst, fluff, sam being the best boyfriend. I think that's it?

word count: 1559

a/n: my first Sam fic YAY! 

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It’s been 3 days since you last saw Sam, not because he was on a mission or fighting a giant purple-thumb looking alien but because you couldn’t bring yourself to let him see you the way you are right now. 

Things had been tough since you graduated college, you had your degree, you’d done everything your parents had asked of you, but you’d never really done anything that you wanted. Your parents didn’t seem to care what you did now, you’d gotten your degree, you’d moved to the city, you’d got away. They’d “done their job” they told you, but what were you meant to do now.

That’s what has been on your mind the last few months and all the stress has finally caught up with you. You weren’t leaving the house, you were hardly eating, you hadn’t seen your friends in weeks. Then there was Sam, you’d been pretending to be okay around him, and it was killing you. You couldn’t do it anymore so you’d been avoiding him, first not going to his apartment, then cancelling plans, and now avoiding his text messages. It only made you feel worse but you couldn’t let him see you this way. He’d probably break up with me. 

You had bags under your eyes from the 2 hours of sleep you were getting each night, your eyes were red and irritated by the countless tears that had fallen from them. You hadn’t showered since you last saw Sam and that was only because he surprised you with a picnic in the park. 

You’d tried to enjoy that day but all you wanted was to lay in bed and cry, to forget about everything else. But more than anything you wanted Sam, wanted him to hold you, to tell you everything would work out, but that couldn’t happen. You couldn’t have him realise what a mess you were, you couldn’t risk him leaving you. 

So that’s how you ended up here, curled up into a ball in the dark on your sofa, crying quietly into your blanket and ignoring the feeling of a slight buzz from your phone beside you. You didn’t know who it was and quite frankly at this point you didn’t care. It had been like this since you woke up, you have no idea how long it’s been, and you had no intention of finding out. That would make you feel worse, knowing you’d wasted another day. You had no intention of moving at all, and that didn’t change when you heard a knock at your door. Just leave it, they’ll go away soon. But they didn’t, they kept knocking and knocking, until Sam’s voice came through the hard wood. His warm and gentle voice being the only thing breaking your almost comatose state. 

“Y/N? I know you’re in there, please I just need to see that you are okay. Please?” You felt your heart break as his voice cracked with his last word.

You freeze at first, not knowing what to do. If you didn’t answer you were 90% sure he would kick your door down. So you did the only thing you could do and walked slowly towards the door, cracking it open slightly, not even removing the chain. 

His head fly’s up from the spot he was staring at on the ground when he hears your door creak open. 

“Hi Sam.” 

“Y/N,” He goes to push the door open only to be met with the resistance of the chain. “Can you open the door properly? Please?” 

You don’t really want to let him into your depressive bubble but at the same time you wanted him, his warmth against your skin, the smell of his cologne that always made you feel safe. So you nod slightly and remove the chain. 

He immediately steps in and pulls you towards him. Your head finds its usual spot against his chest and his warmth seeps into you which instantly makes you feel a little bit lighter. 

“Thank god.” Sam sighs in relief as he wraps his arms around you, bringing his left hand up to the back of your head to cup it slightly. “I thought something had happened to you when you didn’t answer your phone all day, I was so worried about you baby.” 

All day? You had no clue that much time had passed, and now you were angry at yourself for worrying Sam, he doesn’t deserve all this. He deserves someone better. 

You start to feel your eyes burning as more tears threaten their escape. “I’m sorry Sammy.” 

“Hey, none of that, okay? You wanna tell me what’s going on?” 

Sam had kind of guessed what was happening, sure he mostly had experience working with Vets with PTSD, but he definitely knew the tell tale signs of depression. So when you started to pull away, and started acting not quite like yourself he had made sure to clear his schedule as much as he could to be there for you.

“I.. I don’t really know.”

“That’s okay baby. Can I stay with you for a bit?” 

You shake your head against his chest and start to pull away from him as it hits you how you look, how your apartment looks. Panic starts to overtake every other emotion already running though you. “Oh my god. The mess and I haven’t even- I look so gross and I didn’t-“ 

Sam cuts you off before you can spiral more. “Hey, take a breath. It’s okay.” 

“It’s not okay, nothing is okay anymore.” He guides you to the sofa gently and sits beside you, slightly turning himself in your direction. 

“Try and breathe for me, okay? In and out. Copy me.” You try to listen and copy his breathing. “That’s it, good girl. You're doing such a good job baby.” 

“I don’t know what to do anymore.” 

“What do you mean?” He replies, with a hint of confusion. 

You shake your head before continuing. “No, I don’t want to burden you Sam. You can leave if you want to, I’d understand.” You were so sure he’d leave, there was no way he could want to stay with you now. Right? Deep down you knew your brain was lying to you but you didn’t have it in you to fight what it was so easily telling you. 

“Baby,” He looks at you with pure concern and love in his eyes. “I’m not going anywhere, you can tell me what’s wrong, you can tell me anything.” 

You look down and start to play with your sleeves before you answer him. “It’s not what you’re made for, you don’t deserve to have to pick up all the pieces everytime I fall apart. You deserve someone who’s happy, and I…” You pause to try and figure out how to say what you are feeling. “I think I forgot how to be happy.” It comes out as an almost whisper, in fear of it chasing him away. 

Sam’s heart breaks hearing how you are feeling, he’s never felt this much love for someone or something before and wants nothing more than for you to be okay. He needs you to know how much you mean to him. 

“Y/N, look at me?” You shakily bring your eyes back up to him. “That’s exactly what I was made for, you’re everything to me and I want to help you in any way that I can. Who was there when I beat myself up for Karli’s death? You. Who picked me back up again when I worked myself too hard? You did. So please, let me help you. Let me in. I will be here to pick up every little piece of you for as long as you will have me.” 

The tears had managed to find an escape route now, and were freely rolling down your cheeks. You knew Sam loved you, he’d told you every chance he got and you hated that your brain could convince you otherwise.

“I love you Sam.” He brings his lips to your forehead and places a gentle kiss. 

“And I love you too, so much, and whenever you’re ready to talk, I’m here to listen, okay?” 

“Okay..” You weren’t ready to talk yet, you just wanted him. “Could you just hold me for now?” 

“Of course, anything you want.” 

He lays back on the sofa and brings you into his lap. Your head finds its place in his chest again, seeking his warmth. Things were silent for a few moments, each of you soaking up the feeling of being close with one another, until your stomach rumbling broke the silence. 

“Baby?” he asks gently but concerned. 

“Hmm?” You know where this is going but you try to play innocent. 

“Have you eaten anything today?” You shake your head in embarrassment that you hadn’t managed to do that.

“Want me to order something in?” You nod against him. “The usual?” 

“‘Mhmm. Can you get some of the-“ 

“Chocolate dumplings.” You say together which makes you both laugh, your first real laugh in a while and it feels nice. 

“How could I not?” Sam says as he playfully rolls his eyes. “But until there’s a knock at the door I’m not letting go of you.” He squeezes you extra tight to show you he’s not kidding. 

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