Call Me

— Call me

Pairing: bestfriend!Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 2.1 k

Warnings: talks about a bad date, insecurities, some major flirting, and smut ( masturbation, oral sex, sorta innocence kink... )

Synopsis: After a bad date you decide to call up your good friend Bucky, aka your shoulder to cry on. Bucky hates the reason you called, but he just loves to hear your voice.

18+ ONLY MINORS DNI !!!!!!

Sunshine:

12:05 am

Can I call you?

He sat up looking at the screen with wide eyes like he’d misread the message. He didn’t. You were asking to call him. Of course he agreed in a quick text putting his hands on his face until he felt it vibrate across the covers. The screen read Sunshine and he felt a stupid smile on his face. Unhesitating he laid back against the pillows and put the phone to his ear. “Hey.” He said softly. It was quiet but he heard a sniffle and he immediately felt terrible. “Oh honey, I'm sorry.” From what he understood, you’d gone on another bad date. “It’s not your fault.” You laughed but there was a hint of sadness in there. “What’re you cryin’ for love bug?”

You could’ve died hearing his tired voice over the phone. Where the courage to call came from, you weren’t sure. But you were thankful for it. Bucky was a friend, nothing more, nothing less. You felt like you could confide in him so easily, and he sounded so sweet it nearly sent you into another fit of tears. “Well, I went on date…It went…r-really bad” You explained, trying to maintain a little composure. There was a shifting sound and you anxiously ran your hands over your blanket. “Well…I won’t say I told you so, but…any man with a picture of himself holding any sort of hunting gear is automatically a piece of shit.” He said, clearly referring to the conversation you’d had with him a few days before.

“You don’t know that Bucky! He could be nice! He’s got a nice smile…”

“Babe…He looks like he would rather have sex with his car than a woman.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, even though you know he was right. It still hurts though. This happened way too often, and sometimes it left you feeling like you were getting what you deserved. For being so naive to think anyone look at you as more than a sexual object.

“You’re right..” You sighed.

You felt like a damn teenager on the phone with your crush. It felt irredemably stupid but he was entertaining you. His voice was enough to make you forget about any shitty tinder date you ever had. “Yeah?” Something about the tone of his voice had really entertained the worst part of your mind. It was quiet for a second. “I think you should stop looking online…and look around you.” You bit your lip thinking about it for a second. The implication of what he could mean by that went straight to your head. The part of your brain that was specifically reserved for daydreaming about your friend.

“I should. I know I should…but I’m going to end up dying alone at this rate.” He laughed on the other line taking a deep breath. “Babe...Now that’s dramatic. You won’t die alone. I can promise you that. There is someone out there for you and they're just gonna look at you like you hung the stars in the sky..”

His voice sounded different when he said that. Just a little softer than usual, like he was really imagining that scenario. You felt your cheeks heating up and instinctively reached up and rubbed your neck, fighting the urge to scream into your pillow.

“You’re gonna find someone sunshine…and I can’t wait to see the smile on your face when you do.”

Every bit of him hated saying that.

As much as he wanted you to be happy, a deeply selfish part of himself never minded when you came crying to him. Of course, he always would take care of whatever idiot decided to treat you badly, but it still never changed the fact that you weren’t looking at him. Not the way he wanted you to.

Sometimes you’d act nervous around Bucky, but that was how you always were. You were sweet to him, but you were sweet to everyone. To him, you treated him like you did anyone else. He took what he could get though. These calls late at night were something he begrudgingly looked forward to. He wanted to be more than the friend you called when you weren’t feeling the best. He wanted to be the person that kissed the tears off your cheeks, and held you all night long.

“I hope so.” You sighed.

He could hear you shifting around and he smiled at the thought of you tossing and turning to get comfortable. After a moment of silence you just kept talking, saying whatever came to mind. Bucky put his phone on speaker and laid it on his pillow, closing his eyes as he listened to you ramble on. Occasionally you would giggle and there were some still distressed sniffles that would come through.

Listening to your voice made him feel something.

Closing his eyes he could just picture you laying across from him, talking about nothing while he just fought the urge to make you stop talking. Maybe it was a little presumptuous, but the way you were babbling about absolutely nothing made him think you just didn’t want to end the call.

“I’m talking too much…I’m sorry Bucky.” You laughed nervously.

“No…I like listening to your voice baby.”

Immediately you felt like all the air had been sucked out of your bedroom. The little endearments he always slipped in never failed to make your heart flutter. “Bucky…you can’t be talking to me like that.” You laugh, and try to ward off the thoughts that were creeping up on you. That sweet laughter came through the line and you felt your heart pounding in your chest.

“M’sorry love bug…can’t help it. I like making you all giggly. Every time I say anything like that, even if I can’t see you, I know you’re just smiling.”

You could hear the sly smile in his voice. In your head you could see that smile he always gave you when he was up to no good. No good being his incessant need to make you squirm. Absent-mindedly you reached across the bed and ran your fingers across the cool sheets. “You’re a good man Bucky…” You sighed, closing your eyes.

There was a little huff of laughter followed by a sigh, “I’m glad you think so.”

Listening to the faintest sounds of him breathing you closed your eyes and grabbed a pillow holding it close to you. As much as you wanted to continue this, you knew that your groggy emotions would only end up getting you in trouble. “Goodnight Bucky…Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me…I wouldn’t stay on the phone with just anyone like this.”

He forces out a yawn and sighs, “Goodnight sunshine.”

“I’ll talk to you later Buck…Don’t dream about me.”

“Oh now I definitely will.”

You laughed and pressed the red button. Now it was all quiet, and you were left to your own devices. Squeezing the pillow a little harder you couldn’t help but smile. Bucky never failed to leave you feeling better than you were before. Cuddling into the blankets you let your mind wander, and eventually you lulled yourself.

Unfortunately it wasn’t that easy for Bucky. His mind was wide awake and racing. Instead of putting his phone down he mindlessly flipped through some things, and somehow he settled on you. Scrolling through your instagram aimlessly and watching the little videos you had posted. He was thinking about how sweet your sleepy voice was, and how cute you must’ve looked. Turning his phone over he stared at the ceiling feeling the familiar pull of lust in the pit of his stomach.

Do not even think about it James. Touching yourself like a teenager? All because you heard a girl’s voice over the phone? Control.

He scolded himself internally until a familiar idea came to mind. One way or another his mind drifted to seeing you the other evening at Steve’s house. That black dress that really left no room for anything other than the imagination of a man who hadn’t really looked at a woman in a very long time.

Technically he had a fling here and there but that was just momentary pleasure, he was looking at you like you were a permanent solution to his ever present loneliness. Groaning in frustration he sat up looking at his door – it was locked. Like it was a chore he grabbed his phone and opened up the browser.

This was a slippery slope, and he knew it, but he needed to let it out. The tightness of his boxer’s was becoming annoying and he carelessly slipped his hand beneath the fabric barely touching himself but reacting harshly. He had to remind himself that it had been awhile and to take it easy or he’d last maybe a minute.

Over the years he’d refined his interests. He liked rough things, control, and sweet words. It seemed easy enough, but finding that perfect mixture without doing it himself was impossible to find online. When he found the perfect thing he kept the link in a locked note on his phone. It was tedious and made him feel slightly stupid, but the momentary pleasure it granted him was not comparable.

He also felt that he was old enough that if for some reason some critiqued his habits then he could easily tell them to fuck off and move on with life. Now he found that one video that never failed to do the trick.

Sure, it was obscene really, but whoever this woman was being egregiously fucked in the mouth didn’t seem to mind.

He didn’t have to look very long, because his mind took that played up scenario and ran with it. Throwing his head back against the pillows he thought about you. As wrong as it felt, he did. Fantasizing about you sinking to your knees with that all too innocent look on your face.

“Bucky, I don’t know…”

He could hear it so clearly and he stroked himself in an odd pattern that felt way too good. He would lean down and kiss you softly savoring the taste of your lips. Those plush lips that always had some kind of gloss on. Holding your face in his hands he’d run his fingers over your skin as if to put you at ease.

“Oh baby, I can show you. You look so pretty down here.”

Groaning at the thought of a sweet smile on your lips as you put your trust in him. You’d blush at the praise and he’d grab your hair tie and pull your hair back. He’d unzip his pants and free himself from the boxer’s that became far too tight. Changing his pace he pumped himself harder – desperately – and he felt his leg twitching hopelessly. You’d give him a shy look and he’d guide your hand to his cock.

“Bucky… you’re too big.”

Your eyes would be almost as big as his ego.

Nearly letting himself go he took a shaky breath feeling the pre-cum leaking from his almost painful erection. Grabbing your face he’d slip his fingers past your lips feeling how warm it was, feeling your tongue press against his fingers. You wouldn’t cough, You wouldn’t even look uncomfortable.

“Little bit at a time, hm?”

Hesitantly you would nod then put the most gentle on the underside of his cock. “Holy shit.” He groaned upset with how he was torturing himself with this imagery.

Metal gripped at the sheets while flesh gripped at flesh.

You’d wrap your lips around him and he’d hold onto your hair whispering profanities. Pulling you until you took him all the way, and he’d revel in the warm feeling of your mouth. Pulling back he’d smile at the thin string of saliva that connected the two of you.

“Good?”

You’d say in a breathless voice. His sweet little sunshine looked for praise he’d so willingly give.

“Baby, you’re so good. Amazing. Perfect. My girl.”

He’d say, just possessive as he could be shoving his cock down your throat rather aggressively. He’d go until he couldn’t anymore, and you wouldn’t so much as whine in complaint. Finishing in your mouth watching you take it so well. He’d straighten himself up then grabbing you up grinning at the way your makeup had run down your face.

“Did you?”

He would ask curiously, encouraging you to open your mouth. You’d wiggle in his lap sticking Your tongue out, and he’d see no trace of his spend.

“Hm. What a good girl.”

Gripping the sheets he groaned and tried catching his breath.

Bucky blinked a few times bringing himself back to reality.

Then a crushing realization dawned on him.

He’d have to look you in the eyes again, and pretend he didn’t think about the most heinous shit ever. Pretend like he didn’t just make an absolute mess of himself in the late hours of night thinking about fucking your mouth. Looking down he was quietly disappointed in himself, but at the same time the monster in his mind was slightly appeased.

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Born too late.

-pairings: draco × reader astoria x reader

-summary: astoria fell in love with her older sisters best friend. Now she has to watch her fall in love with draco malfoy.

-warnings: very angsty, brief mention of sex, mentions of drinking, astorias pov

-a/n: this is my first one shot so please do give credit but be nice or I'll probably cry LMAO anyways it would mean a lot if you read it thank u lovey's

Born too late for you to notice me

I walked into the great hall for breakfast. I was late as usual but I couldn't get myself to care. Looking around for a place to sit I saw my sister and her friends laughing.

Daphne laughed the loudest, per usual, next to her Pansy was just snickering quietly with an evil smirk on her face. Aha, they're gossiping. In front of Pansy was Draco Malfoy quietly whispering something in her ear.

In her ear. Y/n Y/I/n. She was smiling at him. Her beautiful smile that seemed to be reserved for them only. Not once have I tried to become one of them. And sometimes they let me hangout with them. But mostly because she asks them to.

"Hey Daph." I said walking into the common room. There she was. My older sister sitting with her friends. She was painting her nails black, Pansy was reading in a magazine and YIn was working on a potions essay. "Hey Tori what is it?" "Can I hang out with you guys. I'm new here I don't have any friends yet." "Well then go and search for some." she exclaimed bored while poking her tongue out of her mouth. A habit she has when she's concentrating. "Oh come on Daph. She won't bother us right sweetheart?» YIn spoke softly. I looked at her nodding my head excited. "See Daph, let her hang around. Look how cute she is." She pouts while walking toward me and taking my face in her hands. I blushed a bright crimson red and my belly was fluttering with butterflies. "If you say so. Daphne rolled her eyes. YIn threw her arm around my shoulder and pushed me to sit next to her on one of the sofas when Pansy spoke up. "Have you heard about Pucey asking that Ravenclaw girl out?" But I could only concentrate on the gossip so much with YIn's arm still around my shoulder. My belly was full with butterflies that didn't seem to calm down and I knew my feelings for the girl had changed.

That was three years ago when I was in my first year. Now I'm in my third year and she's in her sixth year. I sit down next to my friends and they started talking immediately. But I wasn't listening. I was looking at her talking the morning away. With my sister. Because she's my sisters friend. And I'm just her best friends little sister. Nothing more.

To you I’m just a kid

Walking out of the potions classroom I saw my friends waiting for me. Today was friday and a Hogsmeade weekend just started. We planned to go shopping to finally get a break from school and homework.

So we walked down to the village. It was a warm summer day perfect to just relax.

“Where do you wanna go first?” asked my friend Layla.

“How about Honey Dukes?” I asked.

My friends nodded and made small noises of agreement so we made our way to the small sweets shop.

On our way there I saw my sister and her friend group. Y/n who saw us waved me towards them with her left hand.

She’s right handed why is she waving with her left hand?

In the next two seconds time stopped. Her right hand was holding Dracos. Gulping once I made my way over to them.

“Hey where are you off to?” Pansy asked with a small friendly smile.

I came to like her over time. Not as much as I like Y/n but I liked her. Even when she doesn’t seem nice she actually is when she’s around her friends.

“We were gonna go to Honey Dukes and you?”

“We need new Fire Whiskey. You know the last bottles are gone because your sister here likes to drink a bit too much.” Draco answered for Pansy.

I rolled my eyes. I didn’t have a real reason to. I knew my sister liked to drink. I guess it wasn’t him but the hand he was holding. Shaking my head I composed myself.

“Could you bring us some we don’t have any ways to get it?” I hoped to look older. So she realises I’m not so little anymore.

“What no you’re just a kid. Tori wait a few years and we’re happy to help but you’re just too young now.” Y/n shook her head.

I rolled my eyes with a smile and nodded when she tousled my hair. I tried to make my smile look as real as possible. But when she walked away with her friends and Dracos hand in hers the only thing I could think about was what she said.

KidKidKidKidKidKid

That you won’t date

It was already late at night. It was saturday though so I wasn’t too worried that I couldn’t seem to fall asleep. And there was something or rather someone who kept me up. My thoughts were too occupied with her for me to settle down and fall asleep. My roommates were all soundly asleep in the beds next to me. I tried focusing on Laylas steady breathing to lull me to sleep. It almost worked. I was falling slowly asleep until my mind wandered and I thought back to the day before. Kid Kid Kid. I’m only three years younger. If she’d be thirty and I’d be twenty-seven no one would care.

I decided to take my book and go read in the common room. As soon as I closed my dorm door I heard laughing. But I only focused on one of that laughter. It was her laughter. I would recognise her laughter in a room with hundreds of people laughing.

I slowly started climbing down the stairs until I came to face the laughing faces and bright smiles of the whole group. Daphne, Pansy, Draco, Blaise, Theo and most importantly Y/n.

They were all sitting in a circle on the floor, Y/n on Dracos lap, in the middle an empty bottle fire whiskey.

“Toriii! Look guys my little baby sister’s here!” Daphne slurred.

Oh Merlin.

“Come sit with us.” yelled Pansy as if we were im different rooms.

“We’re playing truth or dare want to play?” Blaise chanted.

“I was just going to read my book.” I awkwardly held up my book to prove my point.

I knew I didn’t have anyone to prove anything to but I still felt the need to.

“Oh come on Toriii.” Y/n pleaded.

Who am I to deny her puppy dog eyes?

“Okay but not for long.” I gave in looking at her and couldn’t help but smile.

She’s got that effect on me. But when my eyes wandered from the girl in his lap to the boy in whose lap she’s sitting on I got a sick feeling in my stomach and my smile slowly faded. Luckily subtle enough to remain unnoticed.

I sat down in between Theo and Blaise as Pansy spun the bootle.

A couple of ohh’s went around the circle when it landed in Draco and Y/n.

“Ohh scared Y/n/n” exclaimed Theo so I figured Draco wasn’t playing or at least not anymore.

“Me scared? Never Nott. Bring it on Pans.” Pansy nodded while tapping her chin in a thinking manner.

“Would you date everyone in this circle? And if not tell us who not and why not.” Pansy wiggled her eyebrows.

Again you could hear ohh’s going around in the common room.

“Hmm no I wouldn’t date everyone. I wouldn’t date Theo he’s more of an older brother material for me. I also wouldn’t date Blaise cause I can’t do that to our poor Lovegood girl. And I wouldn’t date Tori. She’s like my little sister. And even if I wouldn’t feel like that she’s still a kid. I’m no pedo.” to the last bit she added a wink which normally would have made me swoon but right now I could only concentrate on trying not to cry.

“Wait wait wait. But you would date Pans and Daph huh?” Draco threw in after pulling his head out of her neck.

She looked at him with pure adoration in her y/e/c eyes and I felt like breaking because that was exactly how I looked at her.

“Hey there would be nothing new! We have kissed before. In fact we taught each other how to kiss in our fourth year. And after some house parties …things happened in the girls dormitories. We understand each other blind and know all the things we don’t like that our past partners did. We are literally perfect for each other maybe I’ll leave you for them.” she added one of her little winks again this time directed to Pansy and Daphne who winked right back while Pansy blew her a kiss.

Everyone was happy while I felt the world around me crumble to pieces.

“Hey I’m tired I’m gonna head off to bed.” I mumbled before making my way to the stairs.

I heard a choir of “night Tori”s and “sleep well”s before climbing the stairs back to my dorm.

Once in bed I cried into my pillow. Like my little sister. Still a kid. Those sentences kept repeating in my head. I cried myself to sleep that night.

Why was I born too late?

The new year just started and per usual gossip is flowing through the great hall while we’re eating breakfast. The whispers are the only thing you can hear after the sorting ceremony but that’s not surprising anymore.

But the thing that scared me is the latest rumour. ‘Draco Malfoy is engaged.’ was being whispered among friends. No one knew if it was true and if it was then I was praying it wasn’t to the person that I imagined.

I saw Daphne walking into the room with Pansy and Y/n on each of her arms. They sat down in their usual seats and start eating breakfast.

After Y/n bit into her banana you could see Draco, Theo and Blaise walk over to them. Draco, of course, sat much to my dismay next to Y/n.

He slung his arm over her shoulder and gave her a sweet kiss on her forehead. She turned to him and smiled softly at him before kissing him still with a smile evident on her lips. He then interlocked their hands together and started eating with his free one.

All I could do was look with sadness clearly on my face. I wanted nothing more than to be the one who got to hold her hand or kiss her forehead. I’d treat her like a princess but I guess he does too. Otherwise she wouldn’t stay with him. She knows what she’s worth.

When I looked back at their interlocked hands my heart stopped.

She was wearing a silver ring on her left ring finger.

I felt my eyes beginning to get teary and my bottom lip begin to tremble.

They’re getting married.

NoNoNoNoNoNo

She was standing up but not without giving Draco a quick peck on the lips. Seeing this made my heart break a little more and I had to control myself to not let the tears roll because I knew once one falls they wouldn’t stop.

She was making her way towards me, smiling a bright smile. I started blinking away my tears as fast as I could.

“Hey Tori! I have something to announce.”

I knew what was coming but I really didn’t want to hear it afraid that I’ll break down in front of the whole great hall.

She held her hand toward my face so I could see the ring. I put on the brightest fake smile I could muster under the circumstances and congratulated her.

“I also need to ask you something. Well I need three brides maids. I already asked Pansy and Daphne and now I need one more. So I thought why not ask my little sister hm?” She bumped her shoulder into mine in a playful manner while saying the last sentence.

I felt my heart being ripped into so many more pieces and I’m afraid they couldn’t be put together anymore.

“Of course! That’s great Y/n!” I managed to get out with a fake smile.

She smiled and hugged me while whispering small thank you’s in my ear.

I watched how she walked back to Draco and whispered something into his ear, most likely that I said yes to being her braids maid.

He smiled at her with pure love and adoration in his eyes and I knew she was happy.

I knew that he would make her happy. Even if I won’t get happy I’ll go to her wedding and put on the realest fake smile I can muster. Because I love her enough to put her happiness before mine. To let her go. Why was I born too late?

Sleepless nights

Roommate!Bucky x Fem!reader

Summary - Weeks of not being able to get off leave you restless and without sleep, and after hearing your troubles through the thin walls, your roommate, Bucky, decides to help you out.

Word count - 4.6k

Warnings - (+18) Smut, masturbation, oral (f receiving), fingering, pet-names, dirty talk, friends to lovers, fluff.

A/n - Well. Let's just say I did not expect to write over 4k words of pure smut, but I'm not mad about it.

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Hours. It had been fucking hours of you tossing and turning and there was still no sign of sleep coming anytime soon.

Your eyelids were heavy but your mind was running a mile a minute, refusing you the simple release of rest.

It wasn’t just tonight that you lay awake half the night, for about a week now you’ve been running only on caffeine, barely sleeping at all and you were starting to lose hope that you’ll ever get a decent nights sleep again.

You could give a decent guess to why you couldn’t sleep.

Bucky had only moved in three months ago, but living with somebody else in a tiny apartment with very thin walls proved to be more difficult that you had expected.

You hadn’t been able to get off in weeks, and it was the most sexually frustrated you’ve ever been in your life.

There was a rule you made for yourself when he first moved in.

Never masturbate with Bucky home.

It was a simple rule, one fairly easy to follow. Your walls were thin and Bucky’s enhanced hearing was something you were very aware of. But your resolve was cracking.

You need it.

You’re fucking desperate.

You groaned quietly into your pillow, opening your eyes to adjust to the darkness of your room. There’s no point in trying anymore. You’re never gonna sleep again.

Your bed was too warm, your pillow too flat, everything uncomfortable for no apparent reason and it was driving you insane.

You adjusted your position again, lying on your back to stare up at the ceiling.

You can’t do this anymore.

The thought of finally feeling that release was enough to make you clench your thighs together, images and scenarios filling your desperate and horny brain as you let your eyes fall shut.

You thought about feeling the weight of someone above you, kissing your lips, slipping their tongue inside before lowering their mouth to your neck, marking you, then lower, teeth catching on your nipple before soothing the sting with their tongue, lower, lips against the soft skin of your stomach, lower, brushing against your navel, lower.

You thought about his lips on your clit as a teasing kiss as he looks up at you with a smirk when you moan, his blue eyes sparkling mischievously in the dim light of your bedroom.

You ripped your eyes open, your gaze shooting to the wall to the left of your bed.

The image of him between your legs stayed vivid in your mind.

It certainly wasn’t the first time you’d imagined sleeping with Bucky, but it was the most vivid daydream you’d ever had about him.

He was the most gorgeous man you’d ever seen, of course you’d grow to have feelings for him, he was sweet, charming, caring, and too goddamn smooth for his own good.

It was agony sometimes, the way he’d flirt so shamelessly with you when you were sexually frustrated beyond reasoning, it led to a rather dangerous dynamic between you, both teasing the tension more and more until someone finally did something about it, but you were certainly just as stubborn as Bucky, and there’s no way you'd admit to your feelings first.

Your hand was resting on your stomach your body begging you to slide it down further, to feel the mess you’d already made of your underwear.

He’d most certainly hear you if you weren’t careful, but you couldn’t wait any longer, your clit was throbbing with need, your eyes falling closed again as your hand inched lower and lower, slipping under the waistband of your shorts and then into your panties to press two fingers against your clit, gasping at how sensitive you were before quickly snapping your mouth shut, taking a moment to listen for any noises from Bucky’s room and then making gentle circles with your fingers when you felt the coast was clear.

Your head sunk into the pillow, your hips lifting to grind against your hand as the tension in your body started to melt away, your teeth pulling harder at your bottom lip in attempt to keep any noises at bay, but when you started to speed up your fingers, a quite whine slipped out and you were to invested in your own pleasure to notice.

Bucky did though, he noticed everything, heard every damn squeak your mattress would make every time you shifted in bed, heard the quiet noise often playing through your phone as you scrolled aimlessly through social media, he could practically hear you think, so he most certainly heard the soft, whiny moan that made his cock twitch in his boxers.

He knew you weren’t getting much sleep recently, he knew that because he wasn’t either. It’s not like he blamed you, Bucky had his own problems, chronic insomnia being one of them, but knowing that you were also awake all night, tossing and turning just as he was, for some reason made it worse.

The noise wasn’t the problem, he’s had over 70 years to get used to his enhanced abilities, hearing the thump of someone’s heart in their chest was normal to him, the constant noise was more normal, more natural to him now, than the expected quiet he'd hear without the serum.

He liked that he could hear your heartbeat, he liked that he could hear your gentle humming as you showered, he liked hearing you laugh at whatever you were looking at on your phone, so loud and so clear through the thin wall that he could almost imagine that you were laying beside him, giggling at something he had said.

But god he fucking loved hearing the moans kissing his ears right now.

It felt wrong, it felt dirty, but you were making the most beautiful noises, and Bucky couldn’t help but imagine you laying in bed, your hand between your thighs, touching yourself like you needed, your pretty lips parted and eyes closed- no, eyes open, watching him as you let him hear you, let him watch you.

Bucky hissed and cursed quietly when he squeezed his dick through the fabric of his boxers, a soft groan escaping him when you moaned again.

This is wrong. It’s so fucking wrong, but how could he not.

He tried desperately to justify himself when he shifted in his bed, moving closer to the wall to his right to hear you better, his hand sliding under the waistband of his underwear to wrap around his cock, but the guilt and shame of it made him quickly come back to his senses and he ripped his hand away, sitting up in his bed and resting his head back against his headboard, closing his eyes.

“Bucky.”

He jumped forward, a sharp intake of air catching in his throat at the sound of you saying his name. At first he thought he had been caught, and the guilt worsened, but another moan followed and suddenly he was breathless.

“Fuck Bucky, please.”

He groaned again, his cock so hard that he could feel precum weeping from the tip, making a small damp patch in his boxers.

It took everything in him not to get up and burst into your room, the knowledge that you were thinking about him as you touched yourself was driving him insane, fucking feral.

His fists were clenched in his lap as he breathed through his nose, pushing away the urge to touch himself as he told himself that he could wait it out without being too much of a creep.

He didn’t have any headphones yet, that was still on his list of things to invest in, so he couldn’t exactly stop himself from listening. Not that he wanted to at all, but for your sake.

He waited, listening to your heavy breathing that was steadily speeding up, your quiet moans getting slightly louder as you drew closer and closer to release.

Bucky's cock was throbbing, begging for him to touch himself along with you.

Both of you were on the edge of your seats, waiting for you to climax, waiting for the release, but as you got closer, the tension in your core depleted, and you lost your rhythm, letting out an upset, frustrated cry when you couldn’t cum.

Bucky froze, listening to the muffled, annoyed groan you let out into your pillow, a whispered, “fuck.” escaping your lips.

It was silent for a moment.

Bucky could hear the loud beating of his own heart in his ears, but not a sound from you, not until he heard the quietest sob and he was standing in an instant, his previous lust discarded as he ripped open one of his drawers and pulled on a pair of grey sweatpants and a t-shirt.

He could hear your cries getting louder as he left his own room and walked to yours, his forehead falling to the cool surface of your bedroom door as he gathered enough courage to knock.

You froze when you heard the gentle knock on your door, startling you as tears continued to stream down your cheeks.

Did Bucky hear you? Was he at your door to tell you to shut up so he could get some sleep?

Your face heated with embarrassment and you sniffled and cleared your throat, calling out a small, “yeah?”

Bucky swallowed down his nerves, and cleared his own throat, “I heard you crying. Just wanted to check on you, make sure that you’re okay.”

You rubbed your hand across your forehead, there’s no way he didn’t hear you moaning the way that you were only minutes ago if he managed to hear your frustrated crying into your pillow, however, the worry in his voice made your heart swell despite the awkward circumstance.

“I’m okay Buck, just- just tired.” You replied and Bucky sighed, his eyebrows furrowed.

“D’you want me to come in? Could give you a hug if you want one?” He offered.

You bit your lip as you considered his offer, Bucky did give really good hugs, and you most certainly needed one right now.

It was probably a bad idea, and given the fact that you were just masturbating to thoughts of him certainly didn't make it any better, but you found yourself answering before your brain could catch up with your mouth. “Yeah.”

Bucky smiled to himself, reaching for your door handle and letting himself in, tutting gently at the sight of you sat in the middle of your bed with your knees tucked up to your chest, tear tracks drawing lines down your cheeks as you sniffed.

“What's the matter, honey?” He walked to the edge of your bed, his eyes soft when you reached your arms out for him, wanting that hug he had promised.

He sat on your bed and pulled you to him, his metal arm cradling your back as his flesh hand rested on your hair, holding you close to him as you tucked your face into his chest.

He laughed when you grumbled something into his shirt, “What was that, doll?”

You took a deep breath and moved your head to the side, your arms slipping around Bucky’s waist to squeeze him back, making warmth spread across his chest.

There’s no point in pretending what just happened didn’t happen, so you decided to just say it, “You heard me didn’t you?”

Bucky’s hand that was stroking your back stuttered in its movement, and you immediately knew the answer to that question.

“Uhh... heard what?”

You groaned in embarrassment and Bucky blushed, “I appreciate you trying to not make this awkward, but we both know that you definitely heard me.”

Bucky didn’t reply, he didn’t know what to say, he felt disgusted with himself.

“I’m so sorry, I obviously thought I was being a lot quieter than I actually was. Fuck, this is so embarrassing.” You pressed your face into his shirt again and Bucky’s arms tightened around you.

“Hey, you got no reason to apologise, you live here, you have every right to do whatever you need to do whenever you want. I’m the one who needs to apologise, listening in on you like some fuckin’ creep, I’m so sorry Y/n.” He frowned into your hair, the self-loathing was practically rolling off him in waves.

“Bucky, you did nothing wrong, what could you have done? It’s not like you could’ve turned your hearing off or anything.”

He went quiet again, his frown deepening at your words. If only you had known the thoughts that were running through his mind as he listened to you, the way he imagined how you would feel squeezing his fingers, or his cock, how you’d taste.

“You don’t understand, Y/n I-“ He trailed off, unsure on how to word his confession, he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable, but he couldn’t sit there and lie as he held you in his arms. You pulled back slightly, just enough so that you could look at him, and you took in the guilty look in his eyes as the blush deepened on your cheeks, connecting the dots yourself.

“Oh.” Was all you could say, your hands were suddenly clammy, your throat dry as you imagined Bucky touching himself to the sound of your moans, it made your heart thump harder in your chest and he most certainly heard it.

“I didn’t come in here to embarrass you or anything, and I definitely didn’t come in here to try to start something, I just couldn’t sit there knowing that you were crying in here by yourself. I can leave if you’d like. I should probably leave.”

You quickly shook your head, holding him tighter to stop him, “No, stay. I’m not upset Buck, I still think you have no reason to feel bad.”

Bucky pulled a face, his confusion obvious, his dark eyebrows furrowed, eyes squinted and you pulled away from him to switch on the lamp on your bedside table, smiling when you could finally see his features better in the soft, dim light.

“But I- the things I was thinking, doll. Had no right to creep on you like that, I even-“ He stopped himself again and you bit your lip, sitting on your knees in front of him.

“Did you touch yourself?” You asked quietly, watching Bucky’s adams apple bob as he swallowed, his tongue darting out to wet his lips like he so often did.

He nodded and you squeezed your thighs together.

"But I stopped myself. It was wrong.”

Bucky watched you chew on your lip and the sight made him breathless, the previous excitement from earlier making a quick return.

“So you didn’t cum?“ You almost whispered it, your face inching closer to his and he shook his head, “Neither did I.”

You didn’t know where this boldness was coming from, but you weren’t about to question it when Bucky was staring intensely at you like you were a goddess to be worshipped.

His hand slid to your waist, squeezing slightly and urging you to move forward, onto his lap.

"You never told me why you were crying." He reminded, gently running his hands up your bare thighs as you made yourself comfortable.

The two of you had never been so close before, so close to crossing the lines you've both been longing to cross since you'd met, and after a three month long game of cat and mouse, you were finally ready to bite the bullet.

"I needed to get off so bad, it's been so long Bucky and I needed it, but I just couldn't." You didn't care how whiney you sounded, all you cared about was feeling Bucky's erection straining against his sweatpants between you.

“You want some help, kitten?” He asked, his voice rough in the early hour of the morning, his eyes gleaming with hunger, just like the image of him that your mind had made earlier.

You nodded and glided your hands into his hair. Your face so close to his.

“Want me to make you cum, sweetheart? Make you feel good?” You kept nodding his words sending shivers down your spine, eyes falling shut as you grinded your hips against his, earning a hoarse groan from Bucky.

“Please,” You begged, raking your nails through his hair as he hummed, letting himself relish in the sensation before he wrapped his arms tightly around your waist and stood, walking to the end of your bed and laying you down before crawling on top of you.

“Of course, honey.” He whispered gently, and then his lips were on yours, softer than you could’ve ever imagined, sweeter than you’d ever dreamed. His tongue was like silk as it slid against your bottom lip, teasing you before slipping into your mouth, exploring in a way that wasn’t too much, just enough to leave you wanting more.

You moaned into his mouth, pulling gently on the hair at the nape of his neck and he responded by nipping at your lip, making you gasp.

“I heard you say my name. Were you thinking about me? While you touched yourself?“ He spoke in between kisses, moving to the spot just below your ear and leaving open mouthed kisses there to give you the opportunity to respond.

You could barely form the words, so focused on how Bucky’s body felt pressed against your own but he nibbled on the lobe of your ear to get your attention.

You nodded, holding his head to your neck to tell him to keep doing whatever he was doing when he traced his tongue below your ear, sending a shiver down your spine.

“I always think about you.” You replied breathlessly and he moaned into your ear, his breath hot on your neck.

“Fuck.” His left hand shifted to your waist, slipping under the hem of your t-shirt and slowly easing it's way onto your skin, you gasped and clenched your stomach when the cold metal met your skin, Bucky almost pulled away, but you arched your back, pressing yourself against his hand, "I always think about you too."

The confession sent you dizzy, along with Bucky's touches as he carressed your soft skin, slowly returning his lips to yours when he felt that your neck was appropriately marked up for him. His hand moved higher and higher, until his fingers brushed the underside of your breast and you arched your back even further, pushing your chest to his.

"Please, buck-" You gasped against his mouth and he pulled back to get a good look at you, his fingers drawing teasing patterns around your nipple.

Your eyes were half-lidded, lips all pretty and swollen from his kisses as you writhed under him, fucking desperate to be touched.

He swore the sight was enough to send him delirious.

"Please what, honey? Talk to me, tell me what you want and I'll give you exactly that." His voice was sweeter than the nickname he'd given you, the pretty words whispered into your ear and all you could do was moan back at him.

"I want-" You paused, you wanted everything, you wanted all of him, all at once, wanted him inside of you, but you thought back to the way you had imagined him pleasuring you earlier, and suddenly you wanted to feel that soft, hot mouth of his in between your legs.

Bucky took in how gone you were, pushing your hips up to grind against his, you needed the release so bad.

"Want to know what I want?" He offered and you nodded instantly, your legs wrapping around his hips to push him down onto you, grinding against him.

"Fuck- wanna taste that pretty cunt of yours, wanna eat you till you can't form a fucking thought, doll." He rolled his hips as he spoke to you, feeling how soaked you were through your shorts, "You want that, honey? Want me to clean up that mess you're making between those pretty thighs?"

You nodded breathlessly, drunk on the feeling of Bucky's hand roaming your skin, you needed more.

You tugged at his shirt, making Bucky chuckle when you struggled to get it off him, he sat back on his knees and reached behind his back to grip the soft material, pulling it over his head and tossing it away, revealing to you his beautifully ripped torso.

It was hard not to gape up at him like he was carved by the gods, because he was, and Bucky almost blushed at your unabashed staring.

He loomed over you with those broad shoulders, silver dog tags hanging from his neck, hunger in his eyes. Of course, you noticed the scars, hundreds upon hundreds of them, scarred tissue that had been broken and left to heal without care, decades of anguish and pain and torture, written deep into his skin, carved into his left shoulder, where skin met metal.

You reached forward, your hand caressing his chest with a barely-there touch, brushing over his dog tags, tracing lightly on a pink scar that stretched across his right collarbone, and settling over his heart, feeling the steady beat beneath your finger tips.

"Beautiful." You breathed and watched as Bucky's lips parted in surprise, it wasn't often he'd receive pretty words in response to the ugliness that was his scars. His tongue darted out to wet his lower lip and pull it between his teeth before he let go and breathed a short laugh, head shaking as he leaned over you.

"That's my line." He lifted your shirt ever so slightly and pressed a kiss to your sternum, his eyes darting up to meet yours as his lips touched your skin, "Can I take this off, sweetheart?"

You let your fingers glide along his back, nodding before lifting your arms to let Bucky guide the shirt over your head.

You didn't feel self conscious to be exposed to him, you didn't really get the chance to before Bucky was groaning out a soft 'fuck' and his mouth was already wrapped around your left nipple.

Immediately, you were a mess again, moaning out in pleasure as Bucky's hot tongue laved over your peaked nipple, sucking it into his mouth before pulling away and blowing cool air onto your heated skin.

He then swapped sides, paying his attention to your right nipple and sending shockwaves down your spine when he used his metal fingers to twist and tweak at the left.

"Fuck, Bucky please-" You groaned, lifting your hips off the mattress, needing to soothe the ache between your legs, he hummed against your skin.

"What is it, honey? You getting all desperate for me huh? I can practically feel you throbbing, sweetheart."

God, this man and his mouth.

He smirked when you didn't respond and lifted his head from your chest, kissing your lips and dipping his tongue into your mouth for a moment before pulling away and kissing your throat.

You shivered as he travelled lower and lower, another kiss to you nipple, lower, a slower, sweeter kiss to your stomach, lower, just below your navel, lower.

He tucked his fingers under the waistband of your shorts, licking his lips and meeting your eye, "Off?"

"Please."

He smiled at you and nodded, pulling them from your body without hesitation, taking your ruined panties with them. Then he parted your legs.

"Fuck." His lips parted, completely breathless as he stared down at you layed out before him, "God, Y/n- So fucking pretty, never seen anythin' so fucking pretty."

You were soaked, your cunt glistening and throbbing, and all for him.

Bucky felt like he had died and gone to heaven.

He laid on the bed, between your legs, staring at your pussy with half lidded eyes, and just as you thought he was about to finally touch you were you needed it, he turned his head and kissed the inside of your thigh.

You whined out in protest, wiggling your hips and glaring at him when he smirked at you, moving to the other thigh and nipping at the soft flesh with his teeth.

Your eyebrows were pulled tightly together, your hands gripping at the bedsheets. The anticipation was fucking killing you.

"Bucky- shit- just-" You were cut off by a throaty moan when Bucky suddenly moved forward and licked a long stripe through your folds.

Your legs practically wrapped around his head, your hands gripping his hair as he circled his tongue around your clit, teasing you in the most delicious way before finally wrapping his lips around it and sucking hard.

Bucky groaned against your cunt when you pulled his hair, the vibration sending a jolt through your stomach.

His hands then squeezed your thighs as he moved his head lower, tongue-fucking you and moaning at the taste.

"Taste so fucking good, pretty girl." He moaned against you, before burying his face impossibly closer, his nose nudging your clit.

You were a mess, pulling harder on his hair as every swipe of his tongue sent waves of ecstasy through your veins.

His right hand drifted from your thigh, caressing up the inside of your leg and reaching your cunt, Bucky pulled away to watch you.

He parted your folds with his fingers, gently rubbing your clit with the soft pad of his thumb long enough to have you writhing beneath him. You watched as he bit his lip, his eyes gleaming as his hand travelled lower, his index finger sliding inside of you, feeling you clench around him as he fingered you slowly, adding a second finger shortly after.

"God, you're fucking soaked." He murmured, and then his mouth was back on you, sucking on your clit with his fingers pumping inside of you.

It was heaven.

You could already feel the coil in your stomach tightening and you wrapped your legs tighter around his head, pushing his face against you as you rocked your hips below him, urging him to add more pressure.

You'd always imagined he'd be good at this, but the orgasms you'd achieved at the hand of the wet dreams you've had about your roommate paled in comparison to the earth-shattering orgasm that tore through you when Bucky rubbed your clit in tight circles with his pointed tongue and curled his fingers inside you at the same time.

Black dots filled your vision, your heart thumping in your ears as Bucky rode you through the orgasm, his tongue replacing his hand at your entrance, lapping at your soaked entrance, only stopping when you hissed at the oversensitivity.

It was only as you came down, returning to your body and mind, that you realised you were holding onto Bucky for dear life, your hands fisted in his hair and your legs wrapped around his head, ankles crossed at his back.

"Sorry," You breathed, releasing him and softly raking your nails across his scalp, making him smile and shiver when they reached the nape of his neck.

"Never apologise for anything like that, doll. That was fucking amazing." He pressed a kiss to the inside of your thigh, and then another one to your hip as he crawled his way back up your body, finally kissing your lips again.

You blushed when you tasted yourself on his lips. He chuckled and kissed you deeper, his tongue sliding against yours.

He then pulled back and kissed your nose, taking note of the tired smile on your face.

He was practically throbbing with need, but you were exhausted, so he pushed the unholy thoughts to the back of his mind and took a deep breath.

"C'mon, kitten. Time for bed." He whispered, kissing in-between your eyebrows when you furrowed them and standing from the bed, walking to the side and lifting you into his arms.

"But Bucky-" You started as he knelt on the bed and laid you down on the sheet.

"No buts. You're exhausted and you need to rest."

You tried to protest, but your eyes just grew heavier as you sunk into your mattress. Bucky slid into the bed beside you after taking off his sweatpants, leaving him just in his boxers, and you felt the perfect warmth of his body wrapped around yours from behind, his arm wrapped around your waist and holding you close.

It has been weeks since you'd gotten a proper nights sleep.

"What about you?" You whispered sleepily, very aware of his erection pressed against your ass, Bucky laughed, his hot breath fanning against your shoulder.

He tucked your body closer to him and pressed a kiss to the nape of your neck, "What about me?"

"I didn't get to touch you." You were half asleep already, your tired voice way too cute for the vulgarity of your words, "Wanted to make you cum. Wanted you to fuck me."

"Oh honey, we have all the time in the world for that, gonna make you cum more times than you can count, but I need you rested."

You moaned at the thought, pushing your ass back against him, smiling when he groaned, "Promise?"

"Promise."

Crybaby

Summary: Reader cries because of lack of attention and Draco finally gives in to comfort her.

Warnings: Smut. Draco is just big and strong lol. Innocence & hand kink. Fingering. Dom!Draco. Crybaby!Reader. This is super short and a little rushed, srry :(

a/n: hi i am back after 20 days, i got some of the inspiration to write this after listening to crybaby, so everyone go steam it. enjoy :p

NAVIGATION

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There was that pout, and your fists— curled— and eyes teary, and your throat dry.

It had to have been an infinite amount of times you’d called for him, but he’d shake his head, swipe his eyes over you for a mere moment, and return to whatever activities he was doing.

Now there was that cry caught in your mouth— and you were pressing your lips together into that hard flat line to contain your sobs— but they fell through your efforts— and that immediately got his attention.

“Baby? What’s wrong?” He sounded worried, but it felt like a joke to you, you didn’t look back at him or answer him as he stood up from his seat and went to grab you.

You hated being a crybaby, but in all honesty, you were right to be in this position right now. He’d payed no mind to you, shoved you aside, all until you were crying, and wiping away your tears yourself, despite his being present.

“Love. Love. I’m here, can y’look at me?” His voice was gentle— apologetic— as he bent down, settled his legs on the couch, and sat you up to straddle him.

Draco’s hand rested behind your head, patting you softly and pulling you into his chest, kissing your forearms, and whispering into your skin. “Darling, m’sorry, I swear I was just joking”

Your sobs didn’t falter as you spoke softly, “Am I annoying you?” You said, still covering your face.

“No! Not at all, I was playing around, I’m so sorry for ignoring my love.”

His hand put away yours from your face, intently staring at you, and giving you a warm smile. Draco wiped away your tears using his sleeves, guilt bubbling in him as he cleaned the tears he’d formed, “I’m sorry” He repeated, resting his head against yours, “Can you please forgive me? I’ll do anything”

You giggled lightly, and nodded, “I forgive you”

“Good girl. Now, what do you want?”

You sniffled, fumbling with his tie nervously, “I jus’ needed you— to take care of me however”

From the stuttering syllables, and shy behaviours, he picked up where you exactly needed him.

He chuckled into your hair, giving both your eyelids a kiss as his big hands held your waist and he picked you up with ease.

You aligned your lips with his, and his kissed him ravenously as he stalked towards his bed and put you down on it. His lips were like clouds that felt like they’d been danced on by angels.

Draco pressed his tongue inside you, swiping it over yours, and teasing your lips with his teeth, and then as you just got indulged in it. He pulled away and left you wanting again.

At your expression, he laughed and gave you back a small peck.

His hands pulled up his your hoodie to reveal your soft tummy and your navy blue underwear.

“Pretty” he muttered, and he rested his soft lips on your neck, and ran a finger through the outline of your slit, gently tracing your folds and feeling the slight dampness of it.

“Is this what you need taken care of?” Draco said, cupping your cunt, and staring into your wide eyes.

“Y—yeah” You meekly said as he smirked and part your legs further.

His heavy hand rubbed you over your panties, putting pressure on your clit and he made circles around it. Your gasps going up as his movements got more and more intense.

You fingers went up to grab his silver strands of hair. Pulling at them as he pulled your knickers down your legs, and threw them on the floor. Staring at your pussy hungrily.

Your cheeks burned in shame. He bent down to give your core a little kiss— inhaling your scent as he did so— and then coming back up to your face.

“Draco” You softly gasped as he pulled apart your lips with his fingers, and revealed the pretty flesh.

He shut you up with his lips, kissing you hard as his hand worked over your pussy to give you the best orgasm possible.

As he were kissing you, you felt his hand slip between the two of you, and pulled away from him to look down and there you found his pulling off his silver rings— very much to your dismay.

He stared at you confusingly as you quickly reached down and removed his hands from one another.

“What—?” He asked, pinching his brows.

“I want you too keep them on. Please?”

Fuck. He’d sell his entire estate, his soul, if you ever asked him like that— or in any other way really. He was as dedicated as an angel was to be.

“Right, of course I will”

Then without any wait, or hesitancy, his fingers shoved inside, and immediately curled to find that euphoric spot.

You squealed, and creamed around his fingers as they scissored inside of you, opening you up for when he’d give you the bigger reward.

His held your hips in place as he started to thrust his digit faster. Those rings which you’d asked him too keep provided that extra pleasure which you’d expected.

They were cool around your entrance and inside of you, burning through you, as he expertly worked his hand.

As his thumb fell over your clit, your thighs jolted, and your hand went down to grab his.

Tears brimmed your eyes again, and they filled the path of the previously dried up tears.

Draco looked down at you so so lovingly, that the black avid iris of his eyes might as well have been painted with with outlines of hearts. He had literal heart eyes sparking in him for you.

“Why are you still crying baby?” He smiled, increasing the pace of his hand. “I’m giving you attention now, aren’t I?”

“Just, fe—feel— too goood” You whimpered, curling your hands around his tie, and bucking your hips into his hand.

The coil in your belly spread warmer, and your thighs shook hard around his arms, by that, he knew that you were close to your much needed orgasm.

His fingers pumped into your pussy more, and he used his other hand to rub circles on that sensitive cluster of nerves, when his lips crashed on yours— you only saw and felt cosmos.

Crying out against his mouth, you reached your climax and came on his fingers hard. Riding his palm as you reached the end. Panting and trying to catch your breath as he stared at you mesmerized.

“Atta girl” He praised, pulling his fingers out from your cunt and putting them into his mouth. Groaning at the sweet taste of you as you shyly smiled up at him.

“M’sorry— for crying”

“S’okay, I love my crybaby”

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You have a bad habit of running your mouth when you're tipsy. Luckily, your best friend is always prepared to help you out of any trouble that big mouth of yours gets you in.

Content Warning: Mob!Bucky x Best Friend!Reader, mature themes, angst, protective!bucky, violence, blood and injury, minor character death, idiots in love, fluff

When you first got to the boat party three hours ago, you didn't think this was how your night would end. On your knees, maybe- but definitely not tied up and held hostage.

"You just had to run your mouth," Bree mutters bitterly from beside you as the both of you shuffle uncomfortably. The wooden pier beneath your knees is rough and hard, and you'll definitely have bruises in the morning - if you survive that long, that is.

"It's fine, Bree, these pricks are all talk," You assure her as you glare at the men who have their backs to you. "I just need to get my phone so I can call Buck."

"Good luck with that," She whispers sarcastically, shaking her head. "We literally have our hands tied behind our backs."

Bucky has taught you better than to get yourself in such deep trouble. However, he's also taught you not to take shit from anyone. Yeah, he'll be angry that you're in this mess, but he'd be even more disappointed if you let those small-dicked bastards get away with touching you.

"I assumed they were lowlife pervs," You mutter. "I didn't know they had ties to the fuckin' Yakuza."

One of the men turn around; the one who sexually harassed you during the boat party in the first place. Martin Juna. His eye is slowly bruising and there are remnants of dried blood under his nose from when you punched him, filling you with pride.

"Have you made your decision, yet?" He asks you with a raised brow, each of his steps clicking against the wood.

"I already gave you my answer," You say curtly, glaring up at him.

"Neither was not an option," Juna spits. "It's simple, little bitch. Apologize, or die."

Sure, it's simple, and sure, it seems obvious which is the more attractive choice - but you're as equally afraid of dying as you are of losing your dignity. You did what you did because he dared to disrespect you; you can't and won't go back on that.

"We're sorry!" Bree cries, thrashing against the rope. "Just please, let us go!"

"I don't wanna hear it from you!" He yells at her before pointing at you. "I need to hear it from this bitch."

"Y/N, please," She begs you, tears filling her eyes. "I don't want to die."

Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Stuck between a rock and hard place, you panic. "Do you know Bucky Barnes?"

Martin's eyebrows raise with interest. "What the fuck does he have to do with this, huh?"

You do your best to think logically. If you tell him Bucky's your best friend, there's no way he'll call him. You need to be smart about this.

"Did he put you up to this?" You ask, trying to look and sound scared. Bree frowns at you with confusion, but you give her a pointed look which keeps her quiet.

"What are you talking about?" Martin questions you, his eyes narrowing.

"I stole from him. Drugs," You claim, hoping you sound believable. "He's been trying to track me down for weeks; did he tell you to do this?"

A smirk slowly spills out over Martin's lips. "Is that so?"

The seed has been planted. He walks back over to his associates and engages in muffled conversation with them. You can't hear every word, but you can guess what they're saying. In order to get in Bucky's good books, they're going to call him and tell him they've caught his thief for him, playing right into your hand.

Martin returns with a smug look on his face as he takes out his phone. "Here's what gonna happen, you little bitch. Seeing as you won't apologize, I'll let Barnes take care of you."

"No! Please, don't. Anything but that!" You yell, feigning fear while Bree purses her Iips to hold back her smile.

"I'll take great pleasure in seeing what he does with you," He sneers, tapping the screen a few times before lifting the phone up to his ear.

Meanwhile, Bucky Barnes is sitting in a bar and talking to a beautiful woman, enjoying her flirtatious charm. He isn't planning on taking her home, but there's nothing wrong with having a little fun. When his phone rings, he glances at the screen with annoyance.

Juna? What the fuck does he want at 2am?

"Anyone important?" The woman asks him with a smirk as she places her hand on his upper thigh.

He gets an odd feeling in his gut. Something tells him to pick up - and in his line of work, instinct can't be ignored. Mumbling a half-assed apology to the woman, he stands up before picking up the call.

"Hello?"

"Barnes, I'm sorry to bother you so late at night," Martin greets him, sounding oddly joyous. "But I think you'll find this isn't a bother at all. In fact, you'll be glad I called."

"Get to the point, Juna," Bucky tells him curtly.

"I've got a present for you," Martin sings teasingly. "Someone who stole from you. Someone you've been searching for."

Bucky is now absolutely baffled. "What the fuck are you talking about?"

"Does the name Y/N ring a bell?" He asks, making Bucky's heart skip a beat. "She told me all about how you've been hunting her down. Well, she made the mistake of crossing me tonight, and I've got her all tied up for you."

"Tied up?" Bucky repeats lowly, his blood running cold.

"That's right. A pretty little present for you," Martin says with a dark chuckle. "We're at the North Pier. You can thank me later."

Ten minutes later, Bucky exits his car at the pier with Sam and Torres behind him. You don't need to turn around to know it's him; you recognized the sound of his car's engine.

"Here he is," Martin announces with a smarmy grin, crouching down in front of you and grabbing your chin in his calloused hand. "I bet you're wishing you had just let me fuck you earlier, hmm? This is what being an uptight cunt gets you."

Bucky storms down the pier, the sight of your wrists tightly bound in rope while you're on your knees sending his anger into overdrive. In all the years he's known you, nobody has ever treated you this roughly. Sure, you know how to piss people off and you've even been targeted by Bucky's enemies before, but none of them have ever gotten this far.

Martin looks up at him with a stupidly wide grin, expecting to get some gratitude. Instead, he's served with a clean uppercut to his jaw, knocking him onto his back as he cries out. Immediately, his men rush forward, but Sam and Torres take care of them.

"Who the fuck do you think you are, huh?" Bucky asks Martin, grabbing him by the collar and pulling him up to his knees. "Playing fuckin' games with me?"

"Wha- what are you talking about?" Martin asks, wheezing. "She stole from you."

Confused, Bucky looks back at you, silently requesting elaboration.

"He got pissed off because I didn't wanna fuck him," You explain dryly. "It's not my fault he can't handle rejection. Coming up with that story was the only way to get to you."

"Story?" Martin repeats with narrow eyes. "What do you-"

Bucky cuts him off with another punch, before kicking him down. He then turns back to you and says, "How do you get yourself into these messes, huh?"

"He touched me, Buck!" You say, frowning up at him. "Groped me while his pervert friends watched. What do you expect me to do; just stand there and take it?"

Fueled by his rage, Bucky serves Martin with a few more punches, not stopping even when he hears his jaw bone crunch.

"I didn't know!" Martin cries. "I didn't know she was your girl, Barnes, I swear!"

But it's too late for Martin to plead his innocence. The image of him touching you is ingrained on Bucky's mind and it's all he can think of, driving him to keep slamming his fists into Martin's face. Martin gets a few punches in but his fighting is futile; he's too weak from the pain to do any real damage at this point.

When he's close to blacking out, you call out to Bucky, "Alright, alright. You've made your point; he's almost fuckin' dead."

Meeting your eyes, Bucky looks at you with a darkness you've only ever seen once before on his face; the day his mother was killed. His eyes are cold and unforgiving, his voice low and merciless. "Almost isn't good enough," Bucky utters before placing his hands on either side of Martin's head and breaking his neck. The short silence that follows is cut off by Bree who cries out in fear before recoiling, hiding her face in her shoulder.

You let out a shaky breath, jumping slightly when Martin's body hits the ground with a thud, causing the wood beneath you to shake. Your eyes remain on Bucky who cracks his knuckles before moving over to Bree. He begins to untie the ropes around her wrist while she breathes in deeply, doing her best to keep her eyes off of the corpse less than three feet away.

"I've told you countless times before what to do in these situations, fairy," Bucky mutters, shaking his head. "You don't get involved. You don't talk back. You call me, and I kill them."

Bree bites down on her lip, terrified of the man who's currently freeing her. The second the ropes are off her, she stands up and is led away by Sam and Torres who take her to the car.

Bucky then moves on to you, crouching down behind you and tugging on your restraints. "Maybe I oughta keep you tied up like this," He contemplates. "God knows you'd cause me a lot less stress that way."

"Buck," You whine, moving your wrists with aggravation. "Please."

Wordlessly, he gets on with untying you, filling you with relief when you're finally free. He helps you up to your feet and places his hands on your cheeks before pulling you closer. "You okay?" He asks softly, his concern-filled eyes scanning your face.

You nod in response, stretching your arms.

"You know what it does to me when you get yourself in trouble, fairy," Bucky says gravely. "Don't you ever fuckin' scare me like that again. If anything happened to you... you know I'd die."

"I know," You whisper, tugging on his jacket. "I'm sorry."

"Don't apologize. Just promise me this won't happen again," He orders you lowly. "Promise me that the next time a prick like him tries anything with you, you won't get involved. You'll call me straight away, no matter what."

"I promise," You vow, blinking up at him. "Thank you for saving us."

"Being friends means you don't ever need to apologize or say thank you," Bucky says. "Now, tell me you love me."

"Love you, Buck," You tell him with a small smile, looking down.

He tightly grips your chin and tilts your head up, forcing you to look at him. "Say it properly, fairy," He demands curtly.

"I love you," You repeat, wrapping your arms around his waist. "So, so much."

"That's my good girl," Bucky mumbles before giving you a soft kiss on your forehead, and then your cheek. "My stupid girl."

"Hey!"

"One day," He utters with a glare. "Just give me one day when I don't have to lose my mind over you."

"How about tomorrow?" You ask innocently, smiling up at him. "You can take me to that fancy spa. We can get our hair done."

Bucky lets out a sigh, before lightly tapping your cheek. "You're lucky I love you."

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