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Cast Away (3): I’ll Be Right Back

Summary: After a mission gone awry, you end up stranded on a deserted island. While you know that you have the skills to survive in the desolate paradise, you’re not sure if your heart will.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 1,500

Warnings: Mentions of Bucky’s torture while with Hydra (specifically medical experimentation), swearing, two dumbasses arguing (but which two am I talking about?), If I missed something please don’t hesitate to let me know. 

A/N: I graduate in two days! Which means I actually have a bit of free time to write, hence the much-awaited update to Bucky on the beach. I’ve missed talking with you guys, please scream with me in the comments! What do you want to see next?

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Cast Away (3): I’ll Be Right Back

Summary: After a mission gone awry, you end up stranded on a deserted island. While you know that you have the skills to survive in the desolate paradise, you’re not sure if your heart will.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 1,500

Warnings: Mentions of Bucky’s torture while with Hydra (specifically medical experimentation), swearing, two dumbasses arguing (but which two am I talking about?), If I missed something please don’t hesitate to let me know. 

A/N: I graduate in two days! Which means I actually have a bit of free time to write, hence the much-awaited update to Bucky on the beach. I’ve missed talking with you guys, please scream with me in the comments! What do you want to see next?

Keep reading

Y/n: I'm a moralsexual. It means I'm attracted exclusively to dumbasses

Bucky: *tries to beat Thanos with a gun*

Y/n, already taking her clothes off: Bucky you're so stupid

(I'm so sorry)

Headcanons to Yandere Bucky Barnes X Pregnant Reader

WARNING: MDNI, baby-trapping, mentions of sex, alcohol, mature language, some mentions of suicide, murder, mentions of depression, implied suicide attempts in the past, etc.

SUMMARY: It's already bad enough that you got kidnapped by an obsessed Bucky Barnes, but how will he react when he finds out you're pregnant? And how will he treat you throughout your pregnancy?

AUTHOR'S NOTE: (Edited) It's been a few years since I posted this and I began to notice some readers liking it recently, so I decided to edit it and make it longer. Also, I have been so busy lately with my schedule, I barely have a day's rest for the past few weeks, but I will try to post more here. And for those who have experienced this type of relationship, please tell someone whom you can trust because while this is only fictional, it isn't good in a real life.

MASTERLIST: Feel free to check out my other works! :)

Finding out you are pregnant in the a public restroom was one of the hardest experience you had to go through. You could barely even look at it, much less hold the three pregnancy sticks without your hands trembling with fear amd anxiety.

It took a few breakdowns for you to get yourself together, but it wasn't as if you allowed them to last very long. You had used the excuse to go outside to buy some groceries, which was one of the only things a very reluctant Bucky agrees for you to go out for, but even then, if you stayed out for so long, he would get suspicious. You discarded the pregnancy tests into the trash bins, before buying his and your favourite snacks and drinks. Bucky got in a good mood at home because of it too.

You decided to keep your pregnancy a secret from Bucky, which won't be much of a problem.... or so you thought.

Ever since you found out about your pregnancy, for a whole month, you kept on being your usual stubborn self, always rejecting Bucky's attempts to show his affection to you, especially whenever he tries to get closer for a kiss. Somehow though, the soldier began to notice something odd from your regular behaviour, although you tried to keep it as it was before.

Perhaps it was the way you were much more stubborn and adamant to not have sex with Bucky or maybe it was the way you shove his head away from your stomach every time he tries to lay his head on it and gave him a grumpy or irritated look. It might also be the morning sickness that loves to pester you every morning without rest, which causes Bucky to wake up and get worried over you.

Eventually, he realized what was going on after a month of taking your same old excuses, and forced you to take a pregnancy test in front of him.

"You knew all along, didn't you?" Bucky asked you after the pregnancy test showed a positive result to you, causing your stomach to churn. One of the reasons you didn't tell Bucky is because you were afraid that he might force you to abandon the child or get an abortion instead since he was still running away from the government. However, you were welcomed with a warm smile on his face. "Why didn't you tell me? We're going to have a child soon!"

Afterwards, you learnt that it was actually Bucky's plan to get you pregnant all along, believing it to be the way for you not leave him. Of course, you were furious as fuck and threw a 'tantrum' as he like to call it. Bucky only let out a chuckle and kissed your forehead while gently rubbing your belly, which carries the small two months old baby, as if it was the most precious thing in the world.

Bucky made it his mission to learn to cook. Don't be fooled, Bucky has always been capable of cooking and he makes some of the most delicious dishes you have ever tasted, but ever since your pregnancy, he is keen to be the one to cook every single one of your meals. Bucky prevents you from going to restaurants in fear that you and the baby might get food poisoned and out of worry that the food there would be unhealthy for you. Not even a bag of chips is allowed in the house. You want a donut? Don't worry, darling, Bucky can make one for you shortly.

Speaking of him not letting you go out to restaurants, if you think Bucky even allows you to go outside alone, then you're surely mistaken. Bucky has already been far too protective and possessive of you before he found out you were pregnant. During your pregnancy though, he has never left your side, even following you when you want to use the bathroom in the middle of the night to pee, thanks to your sensitive bladder. Although Bucky does help you a lot while staying by your side, either by helping you tie your shoelaces or massage your swollen feet, especially with how fast your baby bump was beginning to grow, you still can't help but feel disgusted with his touch.

If for whatever reason you are forced to go outside, you won't be alone. Bucky will disguise himself and go wherever you go, keeping a safe distance from you to keep you safe if he has to, but be rest assured, you're never alone anymore when you go out. Not like you ever were, but you don't need to know that.

There was once an incident where he deemed a man who was asking you for directions to a place was "too friendly" with you and after leading the man to a secluded place, Bucky killed him on the spot. Remember how Bucky doesn't allow you to be too far from him outside? Yeah, because of that, you witnessed Bucky in the act of killing the innocent man. It caused you to feel a thousand times more disgusted whenever Bucky tries to help you, though he assured you a hundred times that the man was seeking to hurt you in some way.

Bucky knew of how suicidal you can get and after that incident, he knew you would blame yourself for it at some point. Due to it, he made sure to throw away your sleeping pills and all of your birth control pills in fear that you might try to commite suicide like you did in the past with them. To be fair, he had already throw away all unnecessary pills in the house, but Bucky practically rummaged through the entire house, through your secret stashes even to get rid of anything that can harm you. However, you had a feeling Bucky got rid of the birth control pills because he wants another child in the future as well. Killing two birds with one stone, he must have thought.

There was once during your pregnancy when he had no choice but to leave for a mission, much to your excitement, since this would be the first ever time he left you alone for months. However, that excitement quickly died down when he left you with his best and most truated friend, Steve Rogers, and frenemy, Tony Stark. You weren't sure why Tony was even there since he wasn't in good terms with Bucky, but he probably felt pity for you because of your situation. Your chances to escape though was practically none as long as Steve was around since he acts like a second yandere to you, especially after you got pregnant. The good thing was that he was sweeter and less possessive but just as much protective as Bucky. Steve only has one mission; to not let you escape and Captain America never breaks away from his goal.

It is better to be around Tony though if you want a hint of freedom. You won't get much, that's for sure, especially with Steve hogging around you as well, but Tony tries his best to get you a fresh air of freedom whenever he is able to. It might not be much nor quite often since Bucky's mission doesn't last that long either, but you appreciated his actions to make you feel comfortable. Though it only made you dread the day Bucky comes back even more.

When he does come back, you gave him the silent treatment. You were still upset about what happened to the man a few months ago and continued to ignore Bucky, even with all his pleas for you to just look at him and apologies about it. That was until the day came when you felt your water broke and after screaming and pushing him away, Bucky forced you to let him carry you to the private hospital Tony had bought for you to give birth at.

After many, many hours of pushing and blaming everything on Bucky, a new bundle of joy came into the world. You and Bucky were in awe the whole time watching the little baby being washed by the nurse, before wrapping a blanket around him. You hated Bucky with all you have, but you could never hate your baby. It wasn't his fault that their father is an obsessive asshole who can't keep his pants to himself.

In the end, you love your baby with everything you have, but hatred is the only emotion you have for Bucky and the whole time you were resting after your exhausting birth, you were too busy thinking of a plan to safely get away from Bucky with your baby boy. And you will do whatever it takes to get out of there, for both his sake and yours.

Parents: lemme see your phone

Me: ok just give me a minute

Parents: what are you hiding?! Porn? Drugs? Sex?

Me: *closing 37 taps of x reader fanfiction*

Little One

Summary: it’s Bucky’s first shift after HYDRA.

Pairing: Werewolf!Bucky Barnes x Werewolf!Reader

You walked into the room as Steve has his ass up in the air as he reaches for something under the couch. He pulls out a little wolf pup by the scruff of its neck and he's very proud.

"Who's that?" You asked and you don't recognize the scent.

"It's Bucky, my best friend," Steve said holding up the wiggly pup. "It's his first shift since being with HYDRA —they didn't allow him to shift. And he's trying to tear everything apart and I don't need Tony getting pissed."

You grinned looking at the white small little pup and you headed to the kitchen. You haven't met the human of the pup at all yet. You had been on a pretty long and extensive mission so you hadn't met him yet.

"OW! YOU LITTLE SHIT!" Steve screamed dropping Bucky to the ground after getting bite by his best friend.

You shifted to your wolf and swiftly moved to the living room. You stand before Bucky and you snarled at the white pup. Bucky growled showing his white pearly tiny yet sharp teeth. It was adorable. Truly. Steve headed off to the kitchen leaving you two. Bucky wiggles his furry behind before jumping up and trying to attack you. You swat him down easily with your paw and pinned him to the ground. He whimpered and you growled at him. That made the little puppy tremble. You licked his face before you took him by the scruff of his neck.

Steve laughed watching you walk off with the disobedient pup as if you were his own mother. You ended up taking Bucky into the big training room. Clint and Natasha are sparring together on the center mat. Sam and Rhodey are working on a bit of physical therapy for Rhodey. Tony is standing by for support. You dropped Bucky down carefully on a sparring mat. The sweet little puppy looked around at his fairly new surroundings.

"Oh my god, is that little Barnes?" Clint asked.

"Aww, what a sweet little thing!" Natasha cooed.

Bucky growled and everyone laughed. You sat down watching. He tried jumping and nipping at Nat and Clint who were getting close. You snickered. Then the white pup comes after you. He starts attacking you but it's literally nothing. You slide down to lay down as Bucky keeps trying to terrorize you. He tries biting at your paws and you absolutely hate when people try touching your paws.

You are swift to pin the tiny pup to the ground and you growled angrily at him getting in his face. But Bucky didn't show fear this time, he licked you. You were so taken aback by this sign of affection that you turned into your human form wearing a black sports bra and light blue and white athletic shorts that were specially made for shifts. Natasha laughed hysterically knowing how weird you get when people show any affection towards you. Bucky shifted and he's butt ass naked but he's so much bigger than you. He's 6'3" and beefy as fuck.

"I SHIFTED!" Bucky exclaimed joyously.

"MY EYES!" Sam screamed covering his eyes.

"Oh," Bucky said and his hands immediately covered his parts.

You laughed and walked out of the room leaving Bucky to his embarrassment.

~~~

Bucky hasn't been able to sleep tonight. He keeps tossing and turning. His mind is filled with HYDRA thoughts. He's scared he may never be able to turn back into his wolf form even though it's gonna be a year or two until his wolf grows to an adult as long as he keeps shifting forms.

He threw off his covers. He's wearing black boxer briefs that are meant to be shifted in. They were especially designed by Tony for that purpose like all Avengers suits and mostly wears underwear that can be shifted in underneath regular clothes. Bucky got out of the bed and got out of his room. He smelled your scent and he followed it. He got to your door and finally he knows your name cause your door has a name plate on it. He's hesitant on knocking but he just decides to go in.

You had fallen asleep in your wolf form on your bed. It's the easiest form to sleep in and you sleep like a rock. It's amazing for you. Bucky smiled and softly closed the door. He made his way over. He climbed onto the bench at the foot of the bed and he shifted. His little puppy legs carried himself to you. He wiggles his way in between your front paws. He lies down and nuzzles you and snuggles into your warmth. He feels very protected with you and damn he's never felt like that.

The next morning, you both have shifted (which can happen during sleep) and you both wake up to Bucky being the little spoon.

"Little One, why are you in my bed?" You asked in his ear whilst still holding the large man in your arms.

"I'm much bigger than you," Bucky grumbled at the sound of the nickname.

"Cause you're in your human form, little one," You sassed. "So stupid. Honestly."

He spun around and he growls. The two of you start wrestling with each other ruffling up the bedding.

"Looks like your dumbass finally got the right fucking clothes," you said having a feeling that your comment will rile him up and he's pinning you down.

He growls showing his teeth. Soon enough, the white little pup is on you trying to be aggressive. You laughed hysterically. He's about to bite your face but you're quick to pin him down with you above the pup.

"Shhhhh, Little One," you said as he struggles underneath you. "You gotta control your anger. You can't go trying to bite me like a wild animal with rabies. It's not a good look."

You changed into your wolf form and Bucky growls at you. You're quick to pick him up by the scruff of his neck. You leaped off the bed and Friday opened the door. You ran down the hallway with the growling pup. Steve is in his favorite chair reading the newspaper and sipping on his coffee as if he needs it when you come into the room. You slide to stop and Sam just smirks. You tossed Bucky into the giant bean bag chair and you shifted back into your human form wearing the same black clothing. You cooed at Bucky and he tries nipping at your finger.

"Bad, Little One," you teased.

He snarls but he can't even get out of the bean bag chair since he's so small. He's also having a hard time shifting back which can happen.

“Look at him,” Sam cooed.

Bucky yips at him. Laughter fills the room. You end up plopping down on the bean bag chair to which Bucky lets out a squeak.

“You’re just fine, Little One,” you said pulling the white pup into your lap and scratching him behind his ears.

His head rests against your chest and he sticks his snout up. He licks underneath your chin making you cringe while the others laughed. You just shake your head at them while Bucky growls at them.

I agree, i'm genderfluid and not girly as other girls are

Reposting a comment I made on a post and adding to it

x Reader fics need to handle writing “reader” better sometimes

As a 6ft afab person who’s built like a man and has never been super feminine and has a more unique haircut that’s shorter I hate to read about “readers” petite, small, pale body and her “long flowy straight hair”, etc.

Reader is meant to be ambiguous!! And if it’s important to the plot please mention it at the beginning!!! If it’s not important to the plot why is it being included???

Some people who are reading may be tall, fat, skinny, short, or even somewhere in between. The readers could have a hijab, 4c hair, locks, braids, long hair, short hair, wavy, no hair and even more.

Stop making all readers so sweet and innocent, I want a reader who’s petty and sassy sometimes. I’ve noticed also that so many readers are either too baby to do anything or over powered.

Personally I also hate reading about obviously toxic men and relationships that the reader goes back to because they are “so in love”, like no please let me deck that sucker and leave them in the dust and be happier.

Also, if you label your post with the tag “___ x reader” or titled with “___ x reader” and then make descriptions and then ADD A NAME!!! It’s not an x reader fic and I heavily want to block you.

Edit:

Hey hello! I just wanted to add that I heavily respect and love fic writers! So many have a talent that I will never reach or have and I appreciate your content being put out at all! I made this post as a 5 am ramble and was half delirious lol

People can write as they please and I’ll ignore it if I’m not interested or I’ll make slight internal edits to fit me if I am

reading a good ass fanfic up until it said something that just makes you want to stop reading

reading a good ass fanfic up until it said something that just makes you want to stop reading

New fic idea

So recently I've been watching the K-drama "Goblin" and I absolutely love it! So it got me thinking, the reader is Bucky's bride, Bucky is obviously the goblin, Steve is the grim reaper, and there is the whole fate that completely ties all of you together and I'm obsessed. BRB, I'm cooking rn! Btw...did i mention Bucky is also your professor.....

(in)dispensable

summary: reader is discouraged, somewhat depressed, and Bucky tries to cheer her up in a way that doesn't seem like that's what he's trying to do.

pairing: bucky barnes x avenger!reader

words: +2.7k

warnings: thoughts of abandonment, suicide and self-loathing (if you feel this way, please seek help, you are loved<3). you know, English is not my native language so sorry for any mistakes!

note: it really fascinates me how therapeutic it is to write and let out what you think and what you want. and definitely with Bucky it's all 10000% better.

thanks for the support and hope you like it!

The city, from the farthest and highest point of the mountain, looked like a small drop of water falling on glass in the rain. It was a small glistening speck that seemed to fit on the surface of a finger, making you believe that it was possible to have an existence of an indispensable magnitude. But, at the same time, reminding you that being so far away as to see it so small -the city- only made you dispensable. You would raise your hand, mesmerised, drawing in the air the surroundings of that jungle of buildings, a faithful believer in the idea that you belonged to something, or someone, in that bright blur where you lived most of the day when you didn't have a mission to go to.

The truth was that, apart from your constant appearance at Avengers HQ or your inconsequential presence on some silly -and too lively for your liking- outings that your old college buddies put together, and on which you ended up only because one person, the only one you considered your true friend out of all of them, always convinced you to accompany her wherever she went. Those really weren't the best outings in the world, with those people just trying to convince themselves that they were still young and rebellious with no responsibilities other than studying, but just knowing that your friend always wanted you to be there made you feel different; as if you were really indispensable in someone's life.

Life had become really hard in the last few years; years in which you couldn't help but feel more and more lonely even though you were surrounded by people, even though you were surrounded by your family and friends. It was as if being with them was the equivalent of being locked in a soundproof room, with no sound coming out and no sound going in. Did people really listen to what you were saying? Did people really care about anything other than you doing your duties? Had they ever wondered if your dark circles under your eyes were really from lack of sleep? If the pallor on your face was because, in an act of lazy rebellion, you hadn't wanted to eat, or because you just didn't feel like it anymore? Had they ever wondered if you had any motivation to go on?

Did they really care?

The rustling of some branches behind you as a result of being crushed by someone's shoe brought you back to the reality in which that shiny spot was a blurred spot due to the amount of tears that gathered behind your eyes. Tears that wanted to come out so desperately, but you refused because no one could really know what was going on in your head. No, ironically, they would be scared away.

You didn't need to turn around to find out who had approached you while you were on night watch. You had been distracted for a moment, but you were capable enough to sense a threat from miles away. And the only threat you sensed was Bucky Barnes, coercing you to uncover that feeling you thought you were hiding too well for the well-being of everyone around you. Because you could carry that feeling and that regret, but they couldn't; it didn't matter if they didn't seem to realise it now, in the end it would be far more disastrous for them than for you. You still couldn't be that selfish...

His sturdy body planted itself to your right, mimicking your cross-legged position. Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed that he similarly stood watching the city from afar, probably trying to decipher what you saw in it that had you so captivated. But it wasn't the possibilities, it was the lack of them.

Your back, leaning against a small tree, arched imperceptibly to anyone's eyes, but not to his. For some reason and in some way, Bucky had learned to read and openly perceive your body's reactions to anything, good or bad. He could always decipher when you wanted to run out of a place or when you were so comfortable in a place that you didn't care if people were touching you, or if there were too many people to breathe. He had learned to read your body language in a way that often scared you, because you weren't entirely sure what it implied.

When he turned his head to look at your profile, the one solitary tear you couldn't stop rolled slowly down your cheek, as if it had been waiting for just the right moment for him to see it and notice.

But Bucky didn't come closer, he just kept his gaze on your face, because you knew he knew you didn't want him around at that moment. Maybe a little, yes, enough to keep you company, but not enough to comfort you.

Suddenly, you heard Natasha's laughter diagonal to where you were sitting where they had set up the tents for the night, and then it was followed by Tony's voice, who was claiming credit for creating a new nickname for Steve.

You frowned and blinked rapidly, but without moving you commented, "They're awake," you didn't know if it sounded like an accusation or a question.

"As of a few minutes ago. It's just dawn," Bucky replied instantly. His body shifted slightly to settle on the grass so he could reach over to grab one of the dry leaves above him, and you couldn't help but tense up briefly thinking he was going to approach you, "Last time you went on a watch as long as this you fell asleep within the next hour. Did you bring a hidden energizer or something?"

His tone was jocular but gentle, discreetly direct inquiring about the unspoken likelihood that it was impossible for you to have spent all seven hours awake at will. And it was true, you used to fall asleep in every place as long as you had the chance. But it was also true that there were times when you were simply sleep-deprived; you had no way of falling into the whistles of the starry night in order to have a pleasant rest. Why? It was a constant worry.

"I think I was really looking forward to Tony losing the bet against Steve. It would be a first," you confessed, though it wasn't entirely true, and you were absolutely certain that Bucky knew it. The tone of your voice came out more muffled and strained than you had imagined, so you settled back into position and cleared your throat.

"What, they bet?" Bucky smiled as he turned to look at you with a new dry leaf between his fingers. You nodded slightly to him as you looked out over the city, and as the dark blue sky began to dissipate to make way for a beautiful orange hue, "Well, it was lucky for me that I wasn't there. I would have lost that bet."

"Would you have bet against me, Barnes?" you smiled through closed lips, the first smile to escape you that week.

Bucky took a few seconds to respond.

"Can you blame me for that? I told you, you always fall asleep on these watches."

You sighed, feeling a little lightness in your shoulders as the morning continued to take its way into the sky, "You have to have a little more faith in me, as well as Steve."

"Steve would never win a bet even if the odds were 99% positive."

You let out a light chuckle, still not turning to look at the man, "Then I guess he's having a run of good luck right now. You should ask him for a number to play the lottery."

Bucky twisted his lips, his gaze fixed on the shamrock he had just plucked from the ground, "That would be tempting fate."

You turned to look at him, finally. His head snapped up instinctively and his eyes connected with yours as if he'd been on autopilot, which, upon feeling your gaze on his body, reacted instantly. He had shifted position while you were talking, and now his body was positioned sideways, but right in front of yours, with his back to the rest of the team who were still standing up.

You were amused by the thought that, if it weren't for you, they would probably all have had to sleep on the ground, wrapped in their own coats and surrounded by dirt and insects. You knew, from the moment Stark briefed them before they left for HQ, that they would not make it in the Quinjet before it ran out of fuel. Due to some mishaps, they had to extend the journey to their destination so that the fuel tank had become unbalanced and, oddly enough, they had not packed any more spares that time. Luckily, the place where they had been staying had a promotion on sleeping tents at twelve dollars each. You didn't hesitate for a second to take several and pay for them.

So, thanks to you, everyone had been able to have a good night.

Well, everyone except you.

Bucky's eyes went to your hands, which were clasped in your lap with a small branch between your fingers. His gaze expressed what his mouth didn't want to utter, because you knew he didn't want to scare you, let alone make you feel uncomfortable in this very moment of vulnerability. But he didn't want you to be alone either.

You uncrossed your legs, stretching them out in front of you, and raised a hand in his direction. He didn't hesitate for a second, trusting your willingness, to take it and move closer to you.

"I was thinking we could go eat at that Italian restaurant tonight," Bucky posed as he intertwined his fingers with yours. You moved your head until it rested on his shoulder and he, feeling your body relax against his, rested his head on the crown of your head.

As his thumb began to draw circles on your hand, you allowed yourself to close your eyes to enjoy his affection. You allowed yourself for a second to think that this was a good thing, something you deserved and that he was willing to give you without expecting much in return. A situation that really applied to the case, but you were too stubborn to want to accept it that way.

"That sounds good," you murmured, ducking your head to where his neck and shoulder met, causing you to have to scoot closer and snuggle closer to him.

These moments, this whole moment since he appeared, were the most precious to you. Not only the fact that Bucky cared enough to come close and try to cheer you up, but also the fact that he waited for you to feel comfortable in his company, when you were feeling so depressed, and then he would come to you and try to draw you closer and let you melt into him as much as you could and wanted to, because he knew that, even if you were reluctant at first, you were only frightened by the idea of him being too close in your moments of weakness. That was a wall he had not yet completely broken through, but he knew not to tear it down, but only to wait patiently for you to remove each of the bricks that separated you, as you began to become more familiar with his presence and his caresses, which were totally foreign to you.

It had been a long time since anyone had cared for you in this way, and what you feared most of all was that they would walk away because they were tired of trying to understand you. It was a pretty justified fear, considering how many people had walked away from your life. And you remembered each one of them; their mannerisms and ways of talking, whether they liked salty food or sweet juices, or whether they'd rather spend a day climbing a mountain or go shopping all afternoon. You could remember every single thing about them that had left a mark on you, whether it was good or bad, but what hurt the most was knowing that they didn't remember anything about you. That you were just that, totally dispensable.

Yet, strangely, it wasn't like that with Bucky. And that was what scared you, what made you always defensive. And it also scared you that he might get tired of it, but it had been so long ago that, if he truly wanted to leave, he would have done so long ago.

"Just us or do you want to take the others?"

You noticed Bucky tense slightly, but he instantly relaxed his body and sighed, "I'd rather it was just us, but if you want them to go..."

"No," you interrupted him quickly, "More than two is a crowd."

His shoulder, and the half of his body you were leaning on, shook with briefness as he let out a laugh. His hand gave yours a squeeze before he brought it to his face and planted a kiss on each of your knuckles.

"We can also order takeout, from your flat, and watch a movie."

You smiled against his neck openly, and Bucky felt your cheeks twitch causing a flutter in his chest and a current throughout his body. An immeasurable happiness stabbed into him from that instant and he hoped it wouldn't go away too soon.

"That sounds better, honestly," you admitted without wiping away the expression of happiness and unable to hide that the tension on your body and mind had disappeared at a slow pace since he arrived, but certainly effective in the end. As always, "We could watch The Hobbit. Steve told me you liked the book since it came out."

Bucky put a grimace on his face that, for obvious reasons, you failed to notice, "We could also watch Game of Thrones."

Your head snapped away from his shoulder like a spring and you watched him with a frown. Bucky felt his heart stop for a moment and resume its march at a faster pace than usual. Had he ruined it already?

"Who told you about Game of Thrones?"

"Natasha," he replied, confused by your reaction, "Sh told me that you had started it but hadn't finished it yet. I thought- we could watch it together."

A few seconds passed during which you weighed the possibility very carefully, so many that Bucky felt that at any moment you would throw your arm around him and walk off back to where the rest of the team was, leaving him lying there with a bitter feeling in his chest.

"Is that a bad idea?" he asked, fearful of your answer.

You turned to look at him with a frown, and promptly shook your head, "No, it's not that. I just didn't think it was the kind of content you'd want to see."

Bucky took a deep breath before replying, "Why? It's set in, like, the same setting as Lord of the Rings, right?"

You pursed your lips, "Well, yeah... but- did you even see the trailers?"

"The what?"

You smiled broadly at him and denied tersely, "We'll talk about it better when we get back to the Complex, okay?"

"Natasha said it was a good series," Bucky commented with a frown.

"I'm not saying it wasn't. I just think she left out a few important details."

"Like what?"

Your mouth went dry for a few seconds as you watched his eyes glitter in curiosity and intrigue. It seemed like the very fact that you were putting him on the spot about watching that series with him made him want to push harder to make it happen. And because you knew yourself, you were going to give in. At the end of the day, he was sticking to the consequences.

"Hey, lovebirds!" Tony's exclamation stopped you from answering Bucky, though you certainly hadn't even thought about what to say, "Our transport is coming. Move it or you're going to have to learn to live with these beetles."

You watched the mechanic turn around to once again approach the place where everyone was already packing up their tents. A sigh escaped you, and you couldn't help but wonder at what point it dawned so quickly.

Bucky's hand did not leave yours as you stood up and helped him do the same.

His other hand, equally hidden by his black leather gloves, cradled your face and you inevitably leaned into his touch. His eyes scanned every part of your face, as if trying to make sure that everything was all right, that you really did look better, not just because you didn't want to worry him, but because you felt it inside you. You knew he didn't want a feigned emotion, and because for that very reason it wouldn't take him long to realise that you were lying to him, you didn't bother to do so.

When his scrutiny of the expressions on your face left him unsatisfied, he asked with his face contracted in ill-concealed anguish, "Feeling better?"

You smiled at him before saying, "Yes, Bucky."

Your hand released his, but only so that you could wrap your arms around his neck and draw him into an embrace that, though it caught him off guard, he was quick to reciprocate. It was as if his body reacted automatically to your body's actions. Bucky relaxed his shoulders and melted into this display of affection as if he was hungry for your touch and wanted to enjoy every second of it. He breathed in your scent of vanilla and coconut essence that he felt made him dizzy with adoration every time he sensed it near, but that in turn was how he wanted to feel every time he was near you.

At home.

"Thank you."

"Anything for you, pretty girl."

You gave him one last squeeze before breaking away and taking his hand again to start walking towards where the others were.

Bucky had a goofy grin on his face, which was the equivalent of your tilted lips and slumped shoulders, which might be very little to anyone's eye, but not to Bucky's. To him, that was everything.

"But seriously, are you going to tell me what's wrong with Game of Thrones?"

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the outbreak

summary: your bruised heart and shattered mind have feelings for Bucky and you had planned to tell him very soon, however, the disastrous outcome of the last mission and a heated argument make you think the best option was to keep quiet.

pairing: bucky barnes x f!reader

words: 8k or so

warnings: implicit reference of suicidal thoughts, some suicidal accusations, maybe like get your shit together kind of stuff, a lot of bad words, angst. there's just no happy endings in this account. mentions to explosions. also, there's a plot in the plot? that kinda got there out of nowhere, but i liked the way it turned out. probably do a second part later.

note: hey! i can't believe I actually managed to get one thing done and ready to be published in one day, i think i got lucky. im still working on the next part of how to break a routine in one year but it's been a rough journey, i don't know how it would end up in the end. still hope you like this and know that feedback is really appreciated! really love reading your comments and opinions 💜

You were static all the way back to the Complex. Your ears were still ringing from the vibrations of the bombs that exploded near you and which, by sheer luck, didn't cause your death. You couldn't look up from your clasped hands and you couldn't shake the chagrin in your chest that hadn't left you since you saw the look on Bucky Barnes' face when you were found in the rubble.

It was supposed to be a simple mission. Extraction of information, no more than five hours and you would return to the Complex. But it got complicated when you were ambushed, as if they were already expecting an Avengers team to show up in that building and they were ready for anything. You weren't supposed to face anything that day, otherwise you wouldn't have gone on the mission in the first place.

You knew you were always going to be the team's priority when they went on an extraction mission, whether it was information or people. You weren't the most skilled or the most resourceful, so the team had to keep their eyes on you and the mission objective. That in itself felt like a burden, so you always tried to just do your job and not complicate things for the others.

This time, however, you couldn't keep yourself safe, not even despite the orders given to you by the team and the mission leader: Bucky. You were casually perusing the shelves of a room where you knew the information they were looking for, which was vital to knowing the enemy you were dealing with at the moment, was to be found. You were so close to getting it that electricity surged through your limbs and little shots of adrenaline coursed through your body.

But, at that moment, Bucky's voice reached your hearing.

“Y/N, get out of there right now and meet Wanda on the first floor.”

“Hold on a second. I've almost got it.”

“I told you to get out of there right now. It wasn't a goddamn recommendation.”

“Can't you wait a second, Bucky? This is the key to everything and you know it.”

“I don't give a fuck about those documents, Y/N! Get out of there right now!”

And you should have listened to him. You should have listened to him the first time. But you always had this constant need to prove yourself, to make your time count for others and for them to notice that you were worth something. That you weren't a burden on the team. For a while the line of that goal was blurred, you didn't know if you were trying to convince them or yourself. On that occasion, you decided to make the decision to prove your worth and stay to find out what they had spent weeks focusing their time on.

“Fuck,” you heard Bucky curse. “Wanda, can you come in for-?”

The sound of a large explosion caused horrible interference on the team's communicators.

Sadly, until that moment you understood that maybe you should have listened to the team leader. Still, you held your place for a few more seconds until you found your target. But it was too late by the time the building began to shake.

It had taken the team about twenty-five minutes to find you. They didn't even know how you had survived.

“Bucky, what happened in-?”

“I'll give the mission report to Fury later,” the man cut off Steve Rogers' words, walking past him without giving him a glance, and continued on his way straight to the entrance of the Complex.

Steve turned his gaze until his eyes rested on yours. You felt like you had a lot of words stuck in your throat, a lot of overflowing feelings that you couldn't control. You just looked down again and approached him to hand over the mission objective. For which you risked your life almost without thinking. Then you walked straight back to your little room and didn't leave for the rest of the day.

---

Your friendship with Bucky was great. From the moment you joined the group, he was the person you hit it off with the fastest, surprising almost everyone on the team. Even before you got to know Bucky, even though you didn't consider yourself an outgoing person, you would tell him stories about your day and mundane things you did every day. At first you didn't even know if the man was listening to you, you just knew he was there and never left until you were done talking.

The situation wasn't so bad. You were used to talking to yourself since you started living on your own, a couple of years before you joined the team. Sometimes when Bucky came into the kitchen or appeared in the living room, you were already mumbling to yourself about something.

For a while you never knew why he stayed to listen to you.

And months went by like that. Each time you would show up wherever he was or he would show up wherever you were and you would just tell him something. A story from your childhood, a story from your grandparents' lives, a news item from around the world, an extremely strange and bizarre fun fact.

That little interaction was something you quickly got used to.

That is, until outsiders had to dip their spoon in and stick ideas that didn't belong in your head. Ideas you weren't supposed to have or even consider once. You knew it, but you learned it again the hard way.

“Have you seen Bucky today?” you asked Sam Wilson once when you walked into the kitchen.

“No,” the man quickly replied, finishing his coffee.

You pursed your lips and were already on your way back to look for him elsewhere when Sam's voice reached your ears again.

“You hit it off pretty quick with him, huh? I thought he was a tough nut to crack.”

“Don't talk about him as a thing. And it's really not that complicated to get to know him. You just have to make an effort and not push.”

“Roger that, Captain,” Sam smiled and took a sip of his coffee.

Hearing that lit a light bulb in your head.

“And have you seen Steve?”

Sam shook his head as he lowered his mug to rest it on the kitchen counter. “No. They must be together because I haven't seen them since yesterday. Maybe they went out on a mission?”

You nodded at his words, thoughtfully.

“But he didn't tell me he had to leave today…” you mumbled, but it reached Sam's ears.

“Does he usually tell you what he does in the day, too?”

You turned to look at him, distracted.

“Something like that. He only does that when I ask him to go shopping with me.”

“He goes shopping with you? Really?”

“Sure,” you quickly replied focusing all your attention on his surprised face. “It's a dangerous world for women, you know? I can't take chances.”

“Clint goes shopping once a month. You've never ordered from him?”

“No, I like to walk around the supermarkets and look at every single thing on the shelves. Clint is very fast and boring.”

“Ah, so the only person you feel comfortable with at those times is Bucky.”

You shook your head in a nod, completely unaware of what the man was trying to imply with his words.

“Natasha once accompanied me, but because she flashed the knife hidden on her hip at every man who saw us for more than five seconds, she was banned from more than seven venues and the police were almost called.”

“Mmm,” Sam nodded. “Sounds very much in keeping.”

“So yeah, that's why Bucky is my shopping buddy. Steve is very inquisitive, Tony brags every two minutes about how quick and easy he could do the market from the app on his phone, Wanda gets lost in the movie section and I can hardly ever get her out and you just don't shop because you leave it all to Clint.”

“And Bruce?”

“He leaves a list for Clint or asks FRIDAY to take note of every time he says he needs something so she can forward it to Clint.”

“Wow, who knew the Avengers were such bad shopping buddies.”

“Yeah. Bucky just walks with me, reaches for things that are too high and does his own shopping quietly. Or sometimes we chat. About shopping stuff.”

“That's very domestic of him.”

You let out a short laugh, agreeing with his description. It was something you thought about from time to time.

“Bucky is a very domestic person, actually.”

“You seem to know him well.”

“Maybe so. Only from what I can see of him by his actions.”

“He's not very active with you in talks then.”

“Not very much. But if you can get to know him well, it's easy to tell what he means just by his behaviors.”

Sam gave you a nod, his coffee on the counter long forgotten.

Then, as if his mind hadn't processed what he meant, out of his mouth came the last words you would have wanted to hear in the world.

“You two would make a good couple.”

You snapped out of your head for a moment, almost abruptly. You turned to look at him as if he had a magnet that attracted your gaze and you almost pulled a lung out of your chest from how loudly you snorted at those words. That man had lost his mind.

“What?”

“What?” Sam repeated, his brow furrowing without losing the hint of amusement it caused him to see you so flustered for saying something so mundane. “It's no secret to anyone that you're the person he spends the most time with in the entire Complex. You do a lot of things together, including shopping. Like a couple would. You know what? You already act like a couple even if it's not official.”

“You have no idea what you're talking about.”

“Oh, but I do have an idea. We all have eyes here, Y/N. It's not hard to notice the look in both of our eyes when-”

“All right, that's enough!” you exclaimed, and Sam just shrugged. “I don't want you ever hinting like that again, is that clear?”

And he didn't do it again. But you should have paid more attention when he spoke in the plural. Even though he was the first, he wasn't the only one to express his opinion freely about your friendly relationship with Bucky when you didn't ask for it. It was as if Sam unleashed a horde of unwanted comments about the normal, domestic things you did with Bucky.

It wasn't long before you began to feel uncomfortable when the two of you were in some room in the Complex with some third party who was intruding.

“Are you okay?” Bucky asked you once you were in the common room of the Complex.

You remembered turning to look at him in bewilderment as you snapped out of your cloud of thoughts. You saw him sitting next to you, a safe distance away. Like two normal friends. You were telling him a story your mother had told you about your grandmother many years ago when you felt a look on your face. You ignored it at first completely because you were too engrossed in your story and felt you didn't care if anyone else came into the room.

But then you met Clint's eyes. And everything went into a tailspin.

“Yeah. All good,” you shook your head trying to play it down, but you underestimated Bucky's knowledge of you. “Why?”

“You were quiet.”

“For less than ten seconds,” you let out a nervous laugh. In that moment you felt like a pressure cooker, your mind moving anxiously like the lid blowing the air out.

You noticed out of the corner of your eye that Bucky averted his gaze and you turned to look at him to realise that he had focused his attention on the person sitting in one of the far armchairs with a comic book in his hands. He looked so deep in concentration that his presence in the room was barely noticeable.

“Does it bother you that Clint is here?”

“What?” you exclaimed, suddenly a little louder than you should have. “No, of course not, why would it bother me?”

Bucky arched an eyebrow.

“That's what I'm trying to understand.”

His unwavering expression couldn't give you any answer as to what was going through his head. You mentally berated yourself for trying to find out something you didn't want to know, that you shouldn't even be considering.

“Even if it bothered me that Clint was here, why would that be relevant?”

The man next to you raised his eyebrows as if you'd asked the question with the most obvious answer in the world.

“Because you're uncomfortable.”

You frowned.

“Do you care that much that I'm uncomfortable?”

“Yes, because you haven't finished the story. I still don't know what happened to the chicken.”

His words left your mind blank for a few seconds. You didn't know whether to be flattered, because he seemed genuinely interested in what you were telling him, or offended because he seemed to take it only as a method of entertainment. Either way, the important thing was that you had his attention, right?

Oh, no. No, no, no.

You were suddenly annoyed to realise that your thoughts were taking the wrong turn, being fully influenced by the words Sam and the others had let out about your relationship with Bucky. You couldn't allow yourself to drift slowly into a place you didn't want to return to, because you knew well the consequences and side effects. Even though sometimes you felt you were already in that place.

You were fine with the way you were, nothing else mattered. You were fine with the way you were, nothing else mattered. You were fine just with the way you were, nothing else mattered….

“Do you want to go somewhere else?”

“You know this is the longest conversation we've ever had?”

Impulsively you changed the topic of conversation. And you knew Bucky had noticed by the way his eyes narrowed and he didn't say anything for a few seconds. You stood in silence, a small staring battle, Bucky trying to make you give in, until he let out an exhausted sigh and averted his gaze.

“It's not the longest conversation.”

“Yes, it is. You talked to me more than five times.”

Bucky let out a short disbelieving laugh, his head jerking in rhythm with the sound coming out of his mouth. You watched him carefully for the duration of the gesture, because it wasn't something that happened very often.

“I'm sure we've had longer conversations.”

“The monosyllables you answer me with at the mall don't count.”

Bucky let out a breath and his lips pressed into a thin line. It was your turn to laugh, genuinely amused. His eyes flickered up to meet yours.

“You give yourself a lot more credit than you should,” you told him after a while, when your laughter had subsided and his expression was more serene.

“Yeah, whatever,” he mumbled. “What happened to the chicken?”

Over time, you learned to manage your awkwardness so that Bucky wouldn't suspect your uncomfortable behaviour and avoid questions you didn't want to answer. Sometimes, you thought you were excellent at hiding what your body wanted to show with its language, and other times you felt that Bucky just didn't bring up the subject to avoid making you even more uncomfortable. But surely he wanted to ask.

So that was the routine you usually had. It wasn't strange for anyone to see you walking around the Complex together or going out together, and it wasn't strange for you to see everyone with knowing smiles as you passed each other.

Even though it was difficult, you felt you coped well. Always ignoring that voice in the back of your head that tried to alert you that something had happened in the feeling system. If you just ignored it, then it was nothing.

Everything was still relatively normal.

Until that damned mission where you decided not to listen to him.

It had been a week since the incident and if Bucky had looked at you at least once when you were in the same place, that was a lot to say.

Sam had tried to ask you several times what had happened on the mission and why Bucky didn't even acknowledge your presence when sometimes you were right next to him, but you were never able to answer him. You didn't want to talk about it when every time you remembered the cold look he'd given you the moment Wanda removed the chunk of concrete that had almost fallen on top of you, only being cushioned by the wall you'd stuck to before it all came crashing down. His light eyes had always felt warm, made you feel welcome to him the moment you wanted to enter, but in that instant his eyes were watching you as if he wanted you to disappear from the face of the earth.

You couldn't bear the memory. Not when you were already used to his presence and his silences; to his short laughs and mumbled answers. Not when you were already starting to feel comfortable with the ideas you were getting in your head despite trying to convince yourself otherwise; that maybe Sam and the others weren't so wrong. That maybe… they might be right.

But they were just that. Ideas. Stupid thoughts that were going around in your head to salve your poor heart.

Ever since you came back from the mission, you knew how unlikely it was that everyone else was right. The only thing they saw between the two of you, that they talked about so much, was your own feelings bouncing off all the walls that Bucky had and that he hadn't dropped at any point like you thought he had. It was only the reflection of your adoration for him in his eyes. There was never really anything about him that gave them to understand that he felt the same way you did about him, it was only the extent of your love that covered him too.

But nothing was ever really reciprocated.

And coming to that conclusion wasn't as difficult as you thought it would be.

Being hopeful wasn't your style. Although you were always cheerful and tried to put your best face to the world, you weren't one to fall easily for the words and actions of others. That's why you kept your relationship with Bucky at bay for so long, because you knew it wasn't possible for him to see you with the love you longed to give him. You were always sure. But then, and you didn't really know how you got to that point, you began to think that, if other people could see it so clearly, then suddenly it might be true. Maybe Bucky could return your feelings and then the world wasn't just black and white.

Wrong.

For a moment you allowed yourself to forget and let your defences down for that little flame of hope, even though you knew you shouldn't have, that you hadn't done it in years for something and it didn't have to be any different this time. You did, and it was a mistake.

“So, what do you say?”

You raised your head to look at Wanda's expectant face. Her raised eyebrows and the way she moved her hands in her lap gave you a hint that she was feeling nervous. She was trying to hide it, but you could also see that she was a little afraid. Her light, barely perceptible voice gave you the feeling that she was afraid of unleashing a storm with her conjectures.

“That it's crazy.”

“It's definitely crazy,” the woman in front of you sighed, her eyes drifting from your figure to her surroundings trying to deal with the weight of the revelations she'd had these past few days.

Your body leaned against the armchair behind you, and you lowered your head until you could look at the book lying on your crossed legs. You looked at the letters and frowned as you tried to understand again what it was all about.

“That could also be just a story.”

“I don't think so,” Wanda mused, then raised her head to look at you. “There's a reason these books are here.”

“Yeah, just like there's a reason for us not to be in here.”

“Then why did you follow me?”

Wanda crossed her arms under her chest, an annoyed expression taking over her face.

“I didn't think you were going to show me something like this,” you admitted, taking the book in your hands and running your eyes over the text and figures once more. “I didn't even think it was possible.”

“I told you my dreams were starting to become more accurate.”

You shook your head in a nod, your mind trying to figure out what that could mean for your friend's future. You knew it was possible that Wanda was doing her best not to see the whole horizon of negative possibilities emerging from that situation, but you were also aware of the weight she must be feeling with all those thoughts running through her head coupled with the likelihood of not having an answer. Your head schemed for a possible solution that might not be welcome.

“Why don't you go talk to Strange?”

Wanda twisted her lips, the reaction you expected.

“I get the impression that the first thing he'd do would be to lock me in his magical dungeon.”

You wanted to contradict her, but it was partly true. You knew Strange to be a man who didn't see nuance in black and white. It was only about good and bad, with no in-between. But you suggested it because he was the only person besides Wanda who knew as much about magic and sorcery as she did, even more thanks to the position he held. His methods were questionable, probably, but the range of his knowledge was something greater than either of you could question.

You closed the book and ran your fingers over the material of its cover, so stiff and dirty that you could barely even try to guess what century it was from.

“Even if what this book says is true, we don't have the original book to confirm it. We don't even know if it exists.”

“The Darkhold is real,” Wanda contradicted you almost immediately, and the certainty in her voice sent a shiver down your spine.

“What, you've seen it in dreams too?”

When Wanda averted her eyes from yours, you had to restrain the urge to hit her over the head with the book you were holding.

“Wanda!”

“I'm sorry!”

You saw her quickly get up from the floor and start walking around the place you had taken over in the library you were in. From the outside, it looked like a small room with a few shelves full of books, but the further you went in, the less it seemed like it would have any end to it. It was one of the largest rooms in the Complex. And, courtesy of Wanda, you now knew that it was the only room with another hidden room that almost ninety-five percent of the Complex staff were barred from entering. You were convinced that only the Director, Maria Hill, Tony Stark and Stephen Strange were allowed in there.

Now, how could Wanda concentrate enough energy to find and open the hidden entrance to that place? A complete mystery to you.

“The Darkhold was the first thing I saw before my dreams started getting weird. It was only a couple of weeks ago.”

“After you dreamt about it, you started having the lucid dreams?”

“Yes, it was very strange,” Wanda shook her head and stopped her feet in front of you, her expression thoughtful as if her mind was conjuring up all her dreams at once. “Sometimes I dream things where I'm sure it's me, that if I looked in a mirror I'd be sure it was me. But other times, I feel like my dream is focused on showing me someone else's memories. Like I'm inside someone else's mind… but that person is me.”

The woman looked at you, her face contracted in confusion and exhaustion.

“Why didn't you tell me this before?”

Wanda sat back down on the floor in front of you, her legs crossed and her elbows resting on her knees. You watched her run her hands over her face repeatedly before answering.

“I didn't want to worry you. I didn't want to worry anyone. At first I had thought this was too crazy for anyone to believe me, but when I came here and found that book I started to fear for myself. I didn't want to get locked up if anyone found out.”

“Don't say that. No one's going to lock you up.”

You threw the book with the stiff cover somewhere on the floor and moved from your spot to approach your friend. You didn't hesitate for a second to wrap her in your arms and squeeze her against your body.

You didn't know how you had gone so many days without noticing the tiredness in her eyes and the dark bags under her eyes. You'd been so wrapped up in your own head that you hadn't even been able to notice when something was eating away at your friend's sanity. Being one of those things… mhm, you know….

“Don't worry. You're not going to go crazy and want to rule the universe. That sounds too surreal.”

“I'd like to know if my dreams are fabrications or visions.”

You turned away from the woman, your brows furrowing at the implication of her words.

“You're not going to become what that book says.”

“But what if…?”

“No, Wanda.”

“What if it's tipping me off?”

“And who's doing it?” you inquired as you sat back on your heels, your gaze focused on your friend's obfuscated expression. “The Darkhold? Some silly alternate version of yourself from another universe? Now that's crazy!”

Wanda turned her head away and her shoulders slumped.

“That would mean my dreams are unexplained. They're just dreams.”

“Maybe that's for the best. Even the multiverse theory hasn't been proven enough for us to conjecture beyond our own reality.”

“Still, isn't it strange?”

“Of course it is. It's just too weird. I just meant that it doesn't mean you're destined to become that bizarre alter ego.”

You saw her press her lips into a line, then nod her head slightly. She didn't really look convinced, and neither were you, to be honest. Of everything she had told you, you couldn't understand half of it, and the other half you could barely believe was true. The magic was a few levels above your understanding of reality and altering it all in a few minutes was proving to be a really complicated job.

Still, seeing her anguished face at the possibility of what her dreams and that book implied, you knew you had to say something to try to calm the thoughts in her head. Even if it was something tiny that couldn't even come close to being true. You couldn't let those evil ideas fill her head and make her think she was some kind of villain when it couldn't be further from the truth.

If that was the future, it wasn't the future of the Wanda in front of you, her gaze lost and her eyes full of fear. Someone who worried like that about what might happen, even if she wasn't completely convinced of it, only thinking of the slightest possibility, couldn't have an ounce of evil in her.

“Maybe you're right-”

“What the fuck are you two doing here?”

You cringed as you heard a new voice join in the room when you hadn't even heard the footsteps of anyone approaching. Least of all from the two people who had just appeared down the same path you and Wanda had come down.

“Uhm…”

Your voice came out shaky, not at the prospect of receiving yet another punishment for being in a forbidden place for the level you were at as an agent, you'd already seen that coming, but because standing next to a very angry Tony Stark was Bucky. And he was staring at you so hard you feared he might punch a hole in your soul.

You felt Wanda's gaze on you. You turned to see her slowly, as if making any sudden movements would upset the bundle of fury in front of you. You could almost see the veins in her forehead pop.

With one glance, you knew that Wanda had no idea that the room had any kind of sensor. Even though it would make sense for it to have one, it would be illogical because it's a door hidden with magic. Normal people wouldn't notice it by looking through matter or something.

Nevertheless, it was magic that was what it was all about. Surely Strange would have some magical failsafe, kind of.

“None of you are going to respond?”

“I believe the situation responds on its own,” Wanda answered him, and Tony's dark eyes settled on her in a matter of seconds.

For a moment you thought his face had faltered, that his expression had slumped, but just as quickly you noticed, just as quickly it was gone.

Then, his gaze wandered across the floor where you stood with a number of books around you, until it settled on the book you had been reading moments before his arrival. You hadn't realised where it had fallen when you threw it when you got up to hug Wanda, but that must have been your lucky day because it was far enough away to make him think that it had only been taken out, but not opened.

Tony moved quickly to take the book in his hands and then gave you a wary look.

“Did you open this?”

As if we were going to say yes.

“No,” you replied quickly, averting your gaze from the frozen man behind Tony.

“Good.”

You watched him tuck the small, stiff book into his jacket before glancing back at the mess of books on the floor.

“Move along. Strange isn't going to be happy.”

The two men moved sideways, clearing the way for you and Wanda to exit the way you came.

Without a second's hesitation, you both got up and started walking in the direction of the exit.

“How the hell did you know where the entrance was?” Tony questioned Wanda once you were all out of the hidden room, and the aforementioned turned around to watch the door slam shut before disappearing.

"I guess I got lucky."

Tony clicked his tongue, but said nothing more. He turned on his heels to begin his walk towards the library exit followed by Bucky who clearly didn't give you a single word other than judging looks.

Wanda nudged you lightly with her body, the previous topic almost completely forgotten, with a half smile on her face. You didn't know if it was good to drop the subject so spontaneously, but you did know that you didn't want her to continue to have those thoughts running through her head.

“You haven't spoken to Bucky?”

“I'm puzzled that the subject is funny to you.”

“I'm not amused,” Wanda tried to rectify, lowering her voice as she saw that the two men in front of her had stopped at the library exit. “But I don't think he's mad at you.”

“Today is your day of the wildest theories I've ever heard, how can he possibly not be mad at me?”

Wanda sighed and watched the back of the aforementioned, who was apparently talking to Steve Rogers.

“You scared us all that day. But Bucky was… terrified. I knew you were alive, and I told him, but he wouldn't believe me until he could see it with his own eyes. He was too scared at the time. And, to be honest, I think that scare made him realise something he doesn't want to accept now. That's probably why he's staying away from you.”

You watched your friend with narrowed eyes, your body turned in her direction.

“Did you get inside his head?”

“Of course not!”

“Because that's wildly accurate, Wanda. How can you conclude something like that just by looking at someone?”

“I've had a week to do it,” the woman waved her hand in the air, downplaying the matter before resuming her walk when the men up ahead finally moved. “And I happen to be very good at reading people's body language.”

“Yeah, right.”

Wanda grunted at your tone of voice.

“I really didn't get inside his head, Y/N. I swore I wouldn't do it again and I'm keeping my word.”

“Alright, let's say I believe you,” you agreed and turned to look at her just as she rolled her eyes at your words. “That's not reason enough to talk to him.”

“And why not?” Wanda raised her voice, quizzical. “I practically gave you the answer.”

“Knowing doesn't make things any easier, woman.”

Wanda let out a whine so loud and exaggerated that several of the people walking past her frowned at her.

“The real answer is to just talk to him. Do you know how many problems are solved a year just by talking?”

You shook your head in denial. “He's avoiding me-”

“And you seem to be okay with that.”

“I'm not.”

“Then why haven't you done anything to change it yet?”

You knew she was right, but to be honest and to no one's surprise, you didn't want to deal with the confrontation and find out that what you always thought and the reason you kept yourself on edge was true. Even though it clearly was. But to have the chance to hear it come from his mouth directly? You were definitely past having that experience. You no longer doubted that his feelings for you were as non-existent as you first thought and that you should never have listened to people's words, giving yourself false hope. You didn't want to face your own mind and the fact that you got into this heart trouble on your own when you had always been so cautious. Weighing the risk of Bucky pushing so far inside your head that you knew the real darkness was reason enough to be a little content with silence.

Talking to him would solve a percentage of the situation, the professional. You would apologise another thousand times for not listening to him during the mission, you would tell him that you would do everything in your power not to react that way again, and that was it. But the other percentage of the situation would not be resolved; the percentage that involves you more than him. Even if you apologise and he accepts your apology, nothing could assure you that things would go back to the way they were before, that you would go back to being attached to each other as you have been since you met.

And that should be good, because you could finally get away from him and get all those feelings off your chest and out of your mind like you should have done in the first place to avoid the eventuality of him suddenly knowing too much about you, but at the same time you didn't want to end something that could have been so good. Even without getting romantic, your friendship with Bucky was one of the things you cherished the most, and you didn't want to make yourself forget it as if it had never happened.

“What is it that scares you?”

“That I was right all along.”

Wanda gave you her reprimanding look and paused to stare at you with that scowl on her face. You inhaled sharply and stopped in front of her, watching her expectantly.

“I'll take Tony,” she blurted out suddenly, not wiping that expression off her face.

“What?”

“I'm taking him and you better hope that when we meet again you have good news.”

“What are you talking about?”

Without answering, Wanda turned her body and walked in the direction of the three men who had stopped once again to talk. Bucky and Tony had their backs to you, but you could see the typical serious expression disappear from Steve's face to give way to surprise the moment Wanda landed in the middle of him and Tony with a big smile.

The woman shared a few words with the stunned blond, before turning to Tony and sending you a fleeting glance over the man's shoulder.

“Don't you think you're keeping Strange waiting too long?”

“How did you know that he-?”

“I didn't. But you already gave me the answer. We'd better go now.”

Following her order, Wanda curled her arm around the arm of a paralyzed Tony and started walking, waving goodbye to the others.

“Bye, Y/N! Don't stand in the middle of the hallway!”

You cringed as the gaze of the people walking past you landed on you, and gritted your teeth as you saw Steve's gaze on you. Without a bit of disguise, Steve ran his gaze over you and then over Bucky and back again as if he was having a short circuit inside his head.

You weren't too far away to notice Bucky's stiff shoulders, and you guessed he was saying goodbye to Steve when the blond turned his gaze to watch him. Seconds later, the black-haired man started to walk the way Wanda had gone with Tony, but Steve stopped him before he took any more steps away from the tense atmosphere.

“Wait,” you heard Steve's voice and flinched as you watched Bucky look down to see the Captain's hand clutch his left arm, then look up and give him a look that you knew would have chilled you from head to toe, but Steve seemed to ignore it as if it was an everyday occurrence. “Actually, since I've got you two in one place, I need to talk to you.”

You watched the blond shake his head pointing to the door next to him then walk in his direction.

You followed them from a distance and closed the door behind you. It was one of the small common rooms around the Complex. You still remembered how surprised you had been when you first arrived to see how many clear work areas they had in that place. Of course, to house and protect the peace of mind of hundreds of workers.

Bucky slumped into one of the green armchairs carelessly and Steve stood on his feet in the middle of the room.

“I spoke to Fury this morning,” the blond began, alternating his gaze between the two of you. “You'll be back on a mission next week.”

You raised your head expecting to see that Steve was referring to Bucky, but no. He was staring at you from his position.

“So soon?”

“What do I have to do with this?”

You and Bucky spoke at the same time, and you couldn't hide the pain that settled in your chest hard as you heard those were the first words you'd heard from him in seven days.

Steve pursed his lips and alternated his gaze again before speaking again.

“Fury agreed to let you go on the mission after a recon team inspects the site in case of possible attacks.”

You nodded slightly. That was a little ugly to hear, too. Just a little.

“You'll go with Clint and Bucky on the mission.”

You were expecting those words to come out of his mouth because there was no other reason to have locked them both in here. What you didn't expect (though you should have) was to see Bucky roll his eyes and drop his head on the back of the couch in the most horrible gesture of disgust and ennui you'd ever seen from him since you'd known him. During this week of being a zero to the left for the aforementioned, you'd noticed that Bucky was very expressive when he wanted someone to realise that they were strongly hated by him.

It wasn't something you wanted to know, really.

“Clint will be the backup so he'll stay inside the Quinjet flying over the structure in case of a possible attack. You and Y/N are going to enter the building and perform the extraction of one person.”

One person? That was new. You could hardly remember the last time you'd had such a mission.

“Why did he pick me?”

“I have no idea, Buck. He just gave me the order to tell you.”

“Who's the person we're supposed to extract?”

“That I don't know,” Steve replied. “Fury was very cautious with the information. Any minute now the report should reach you.”

“And you're busy?” Bucky asked again, his gaze focused solely on the blond standing in front of him.

At the time, you hated what he was doing. You understood that he didn't want to go on that mission with you because he didn't feel comfortable or just didn't want to see you, but it cost him nothing to have a little, just a little compassion enough to not try to get rid of you and that mission right in front of you as if you weren't listening to him.

“Bucky…”

Steve sighed, but the man in front of him didn't soften his expression or make any pretense of taking back his words.

“If you've got a problem with this, you should go talk it over with Fury,” the blond recommended, not answering his question directly, sending him a hard glare before turning to look at you again. “See you later.”

You nodded in his direction and the man quickly left the room.

The silence that followed was deadly.

You watched the man continue to sit in that armchair, his jaw tense, his hands clenched and his eyes fixed on the wall in front of him. He was so still he looked like a statue. It was scary.

You tried to take a tentative step in his direction, but noticing your movement roused him from his trance and he stood up quickly. He let out a sigh and walked out of the room without looking at you.

You felt a kind of courage catch in your throat when you called out to him.

“Bucky.”

“No,” the man replied almost instantly, his body near the door turning violently to stare at you and point his index finger at you. The angry look he gave you made you regret all the decisions in your life that had brought you to that moment. “I don't want to talk to you. I don't want to hear your apology. I don't want anything from you.”

With each word he moved closer to you until you had to start backing away. You were too surprised at how he had exploded just hearing you call out to him. He must have had too much pent up. Maybe it wasn't a good idea to do this at the time.

“If you want to blow off steam, talk to a fucking wall. But don't come near me or try to fix something you broke with your bare hands.”

You felt the air that entered your body freeze your lungs. His piercing eyes and angry expression shattered any willpower you had collected since Steve left the room, but it was the way his voice broke as he was finishing speaking that took the words right out of your mouth.

“You could have simply listened to me and you didn't. That's all. There is nothing you can apologise for because you yourself decided, within your will, that your life mattered nothing compared to the goal of that fucking mission.”

His eyes wouldn't leave yours and you hated the way you felt the prior sting of tears make your vision blurrier each time because you didn't want to miss a single detail of his face. He was so angry, furious, disappointed and... desperate to let you know how you had made him feel.

“And I don't know if you do, but I don't see what excuse is good enough to justify that.”

The thread of tension you felt in the air was choking you and you didn't know what to do to stop the tears from escaping your eyes. You would have expected anything but such an explosion of rage against you. It wasn't normal for Bucky to have such outbursts, and it also seemed that he knew exactly what points to make because you suddenly felt helpless in the way he was exposing his thoughts about you. Which perhaps weren't far from the truth.

“I didn't want to give you an excuse,” you were barely able to reply, at the tense look he was giving you. Your mind was working hard to avoid touching on the subject he was apparently trying to bring up.

“I don't see how that's any better.”

“I just wanted to apologise. I know I was wrong, okay? I think about it every day since we got back and I know I made a mistake. But I didn't throw my life away by just thinking about accomplishing the mission.”

Bucky let out a raw, lazy laugh without a hint of humor. You felt a shiver run through your body and it was unwelcome.

“I bet you didn't even think about the possibility of getting out alive after you heard the first explosion and that didn't matter to you.”

“It wasn't like that!” you replied instantly, raising your voice to match his, your head suddenly panicking.

“You didn't care because you were only thinking about the mission!”

“But how could we come back empty-handed, Bucky!? All that effort and time to be left with nothing!? Wasn't that worse?”

“Of course not! What the fuck makes you think we'd prefer an inconclusive fucking lead on a team member's life?”

“For God's sake, Bucky Barnes!” you roared and turned away from the man, a wave of anger coursing through your body burning away any trace of sadness you might have felt just moments ago. You knew that feeling and it wasn't welcome. You knew this argument wasn't going to end well, but seeing the look on Bucky's face you knew he wasn't just going to walk away if you asked him to.

Even though your mind was focused on avoidance, you tried to prepare yourself for the possibility that you might end up saying things you shouldn't, too.

“And don't give me any fucking shit about how you knew everything was going to be okay because I don't believe you.”

“Well don't believe me,” you exclaimed turning to look at him. “Don't believe anything that comes out of my mouth if that's what you want. That's not going to erase the fact that I do regret not listening to you and risking my life like that.”

“Lies.”

You half-opened your lips, your face contorted in disbelief. It couldn't have been that easy for him…

“I just told you-”

“And less than twenty seconds ago you said how dare I even think about coming back empty-handed, instead of thinking about how I'd come back to tell the rest of the team that you were dead.”

“But I'm not dead.”

Bucky shook his head.

“Now, you're just telling me what I want to hear.”

“No, I'm telling you the truth.”

“You're not telling me anything, Y/N! Are you sorry for what you did? Good for you. But tell me something, would you do it differently if you had another chance?”

“What?”

“If you woke up tomorrow and we were on that mission again, me yelling at you to get out of the building, would you?”

You didn't even have to think twice to know the answer, but saying it out loud was much scarier than just being silent. Silence.

“I thought so.”

Still, even knowing you didn't have the upper hand in that fight, you tried to convince yourself otherwise.

“That doesn't explain anything, Bucky, I don't-”

“Stop lying already. If you really wanted to apologise to me you could have at least had the decency to tell the truth.”

“Fuck,” you muttered, the anger and irritability of your cowardice coming out to take it out on anyone but you. “You're a fucking genius then, aren't you? You know everything.”

“Well, it looks like you're the only one who doesn't.”

“You can't know what was going through my head at the time. You don't know everything!”

“Then fucking tell me: what were you thinking?”

Your mind went blank. And then words. Thoughts. Images. Nothing encouraging, nothing that would help your case. Again, fear came over you and you couldn't respond. You knew you were playing with fire, especially with him. Especially with the man who had learned to see beyond the cheerful, untroubled woman you were always trying to be.

“I was listening to you and I wanted to get out-”

“Then why didn't you?”

You didn't want him to keep pushing because you felt you wouldn't be able to keep running in the opposite direction. The weight of his words was more than the weight of your silence could bear. Silence.

“Now, with what face are you going to tell me you weren't lying?”

I'm sorry.

“This isn't fair.”

“Oh, so you're the one going through an injustice now. Funny.”

Your body felt his words hurt you, and too much, and instinctively your mind and your defence mechanisms leapt to take control of your words, even though you didn't mean to. Even though you knew you shouldn't because someone in that room was right and it wasn't you. Because you couldn't control the way your mind sought to get out and hide from the confrontations that questioned the way you lived. That was why you kept your distance. It was why you had boundaries with Bucky.

Damn the moment when you decided to believe what others said.

“Why does it matter now what happened back then? I'm here now, giving you an apology you don't want to accept just because I wanted to try to save what we had.”

Bucky raised his eyebrows and stood in a state of stupefaction for a few seconds. His eyes twitched and blinked rapidly as if his head didn't believe what he had heard and he mentally replayed it several times.

“What we had? What exactly did we have?”

“A friendship, Bucky! A mutual appreciation. A mutual respect.”

How you dare to talk about respect?

“Having a friendship implies that you worry and care about what the other person feels.”

Bucky watched you expectantly. His furious face gave no room for contradiction and you soon found yourself between a rock and a hard place. This man wasn't going to give up until he got what he wanted, and you didn't know how things would turn out when he did. You didn't speak, waiting for him to continue.

“When you were in that building, did you think about me, besides cursing me a thousand times for not letting you accomplish the mission while I was trying to save your life?”

Silence.

“Did you care, at any point, what would have become of me if you hadn't gotten out of that building?”

“Bucky, but that's not what-”

“Can you just answer…! Answer the fucking question.”

Silence.

“I… there was too much going on in my head at the same time.”

“But you weren't thinking about getting out of there!” he screamed.

“I thought I was a burden!" you screamed back, his hard stare breaking your self-control and you lowered your head. “I thought you always have to take care of me when I go on missions. I thought I don't really contribute anything important to the team. I thought I'd be a failure if I came back empty-handed when I was so close to making it. I thought… I thought nothing else mattered but accomplishing the mission.”

The last you admitted almost with shame. And though you struggled to think otherwise, your own mind accused you of not being strong enough to endure. You had to feel that shame because someone wasn't really supposed to know, not even for the fact that you had just admitted to him that you had crudely lied to him by excusing yourself behind a false apology, but because that was something that wasn't supposed to leave your head. Because they would always leave, they would abandon you, they wouldn't look back twice. And you were expectantly torn to see the moment when that would happen.

Bucky was just watching you. When you looked up to see him, you noticed that his angry expression had softened just a little. His gaze hovered over your figure for a few seconds until he let out a sigh.

“You've got a lot to work on, Y/N.”

And he left the room. You didn't try or think to stop him for a second. The stark truth of what you had said echoed off the walls and came back at you with such force that you feared it would tear you to pieces. But you did nothing about it. You let it come back because you didn't have the strength to move, you didn't have the strength to do more.

When you let your knees give way under the weight of your body, you curled up next to the couch and cried. You cried as if having said that to Bucky, finally getting those thoughts you tried every day to suppress out, had activated a little reason in your mind. As if, suddenly, you could no longer pretend that everything was all right and try to hide things behind a smile and a story.

You couldn't live your whole life believing that you could live behind a charade, after all.

I love my Grumpy Bucky !! He’s secretly a softie , I know he is ! So I have another ask for him ! Bucky being a literal asshole to anyone and everyone !! Except his girl that he has heart eyes for . When he’s being flirted on he is borderline offended cause he very obviously has a girl and he’s not all that kind about turning girls down ! He’s ruthless when he’s training recruits , he’s an asshole to everyone . But his girl !? His sweet angel !? He is the softest human alive ! And Sam would tease him about it . One moment he’s longingly staring at you , tucking hair behind your ear and the next he’s staring daggers at Sam ! But then you hop on his lap and his back to being your sweet , soft boyfriend ! At home he’s laughing to something silly you’re doing , tackles you on the sofa and tells you how much he loves you ! He’s not shy of PDA either . Kisses too deep for people to be around , possessive hands . He just looks like a meanie when he’s out 😂

YES YES YES YES. Bucky's entire essence is being a complete teddy bear for you and you alone.

Honestly, imagine the new recruits are all whispering about getting to train with Sergeant Barnes.

"I heard he has a girlfrined through"

"Ugh"

"I know right?"

"How cares, we'll see how loyal he is when I'm grinding on his fat di-

"Oh my god, he's going to hear you!"

"Good, then he'll know what to expect"

Bucky heard it all and he's absolutely offended. He feels sick. How could anyone think they could replace his angel, fuck no. He's already stoic around everyone, but knowing the trainees are trying to get into his pants knowing he has a girl? He's ruthless.

First of all, he doesn't let them touch him. No. Ew. He calls over some of the senior trainees and directs them on what to do with the newbies, critiquing their form the entire time (not for no reason, but he's much less kind about it)

Imagine their faces when you walk into the gym and he just melts. He's such a puppy for you, his eyes are sparkling, hes grinning when you make your way over to him.

"Hi babygirl"

"Hi Sergeant"

Oh what that word does to him when it comes from your lips. He kisses you deeply, keeping his hands on you for longer than necessary. The girls are rolling their eyes and avoiding eye contact and honestly he doesn't care cause he's not doing it to show them shit. He's doing all this cause he's just that in love with you.

Sometimes, he gets lost in how adorable you look, just staring at you with heart eyes while you telling him about you day. He's playing with a piece of your hair, tucking it back and Sam is having a fucking field day with this. He can't believe what he's seeing, Bucky Barnes blushing and simping and so deep in love. Bucky's heart eyes disappear when he narrows his eyes at Sam, who is still snickering.

You don't even notice, you happily sit on his lap, still talking about your day and your little puppy is back, his nose is nuzzling your cheek, hes peppering kisses onto your face.

The team is watching a movie and he's making his way downstairs. All he sees is you. You grin when you see your boyfriend approaching, giving him grabby hands. He tackles you onto the sofa, kissing you all over, wrapping his arms around you, trapping you.

"Hi angel!"

"Hi baby bear" You giggle, your nose nuzzling with his.

The team doesn't know what to do with themselves, they don't understand what's happening.

"Did she just call him baby bear?"

"Yes"

"Am I high"

"Probably"

They get used to it eventually, but only parts of it. Bucky gives no fucks; he will pick you up and pluck you onto the counter, making out with you like a horny teenager, fucking 8 in the morning while Steve just wants to grab his coffee.

Possessive hands. All over. You're always in his lap, he's always touching you in some way. When he's really in a mood, he marks you, sometimes in places only you can see but when this one agent gets too close to you, he makes sure he marks you in a way no one will look at your twice.

But when he's back with you, wrapped in your warmth, you have your sweet teddy bear again and he'll never let you forget just how much he loves you.

Don't Make Me Wait

Summary: You thought it was a great idea. Holding out on your beefy biker fiancé until the wedding night. What could possibly go wrong with that plan?

Pairing: Beefy Biker Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Minors, DNI, Semi-public sex, teasing, Michelle, fingering 18+

A/N: Based on a cute ask. Bit of a time jump (will write the proposal, first dates etc soon).

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Bucky has no idea how you manage to bring this side out of him. Your power is unmatched and he wouldn’t change a single thing about you. Nothing you can do can make him change his mind.

Well, one thing.

“Why?” His deep voice bordering on whining. Unashamedly so. Fuck if he cares how he sounds right now. He has more important things on his mind. Like why you’re trying to deny him his pussy. She needs him.

Bucky is more excited about the wedding than you are, he only has a few requests, mostly some biker traditions that he wants to be integrated into the ceremony. He’s keeping one a secret and every time you ask about it, he distracts you.

He will, however, discuss other things.

His favorite is the honeymoon, you’re letting him plan that part all on his own, knowing you were going to enjoy whatever he had in store for you. In fact, the honeymoon is the reason you called him into the living room this morning. The second you said the words ‘wedding night’ he was beaming ready to demonstrate all the positions he was going to put you into.

Until he heard you say you wanted to wait until the wedding night to have sex. You watched him visibly deflate, all six feet of him, sinking into the couch the more you talked. Or as he would tell it, the more you hurt him.

Bucky’s been staring at you for the past fifteen minutes. His large body slumped over, sorrowful blue eyes peering up at you. His pink bottom lip poking out just enough to make you feel like you kicked a puppy.

And in a way you have.

It seemed like a good idea when you were mulling it over. After all, absence makes the heart grow fonder and if you’re being honest with yourself, the thought of a deprived Bucky on your wedding night has your head spinning. And each time you picture him barging into the honeymoon suite you get so wet you have to change your panties.

God if he’s an animal after three days, he’s going to be an absolute beast after a month. You might not even make it to the suite, he’s probably going to drag you into the first empty room he finds, bend you over a desk and push your wedding dress up, his large hands ripping your panties as he growls your nam-

“Why gorgeous, why?” He repeats sliding down to the floor, six feet of tatted solid muscles inching between your legs. Those hands you were just daydreaming about inching up your bare thighs settling them over his broad shoulder, rough thumbs massaging deep circles over the bruises he made last night. “Give me one good reason.”

It’s hard to remember why when he brushes his thick beard over the sensitive skin of your inner thigh his wet, warm tongue lathing the burn left behind you. He curls it deliberately before licking up your other thigh, moaning softly as he tastes you.

Bucky always says you’re the best meal he’s ever had.

You clutch the cushions in your fists trying to tamper down the whimper climbing out of your throat. You can not let this man distract you. Digging your foot into his back, you push yourself away. Holding onto the arm of the couch like a lifeline, averting your eyes when he flashes a knowing grin up at you.

“It’s not like you can hold out on me either.” He teases following you as you retreat, his smoky cedar cologne drifting off him, you close your eyes holding your breath. No one should smell this sexy.

You can not let him distract you.

“Bucky stop.” You order, biting back a grin when he instantly obeys, grumbling under his breath.

He leans back on the coffee table, his hands twitching on his knees as he has to hold himself back from touching you. His boxers revealing his thick thighs when he bounces his leg.

Crossing your legs, you pull your shirt down to hide how wet your panties are. He sees a flash of them and rubs his hand down his face and over his neck, groaning, deep and low, making his dog tags rattle over his chest. Last night those dog tags were dangling in your face with his hand around- You have to hold in another whimper, a deep ache blooming in your core.

Don’t let him distract you.

Dropping your head back on the soft cushion, you take a calming breath and silently tell your pussy to behave.. “Bucky, I think it’s going to be good for the both of us,” you start, giggling softly at his affronted grunt. “And I think we both need a little lesson on self-control. Remember how you got me arrested?”

Bucky runs a hand through his hair, spluttering out, “One time. One time and I bailed you out. And I told you to run.”

You glare at him pointedly, he stares back mouthing “Told. You. To. Run.”

Bucky’s face softens as he recalls his homecoming. “And you rode me like a fucking goddess.” He sounds so proud, his eyes brightening as he grins at you. “You have no idea how many times I think about that day baby. That was the best welcome home gift I’ve ever gotten.”

You glance away, cheeks burning. Not wanting to encourage him you hide your smile with the back of your hand.

“Bucky focus, I’m serious. No sex until the wedding night.” You emphasize, scooting even further back, wagging your finger at him. “And I mean it when I say night. Wedding night, so no trying to sneak into my dressing room before the ceremony either.”

He falls silent, narrowing his darkening eyes at you. Tension thickening the air as he breathes heavily through his nose. You’re preparing your next arguments when he smiles at you, a deceptively soft twist of his lips that has you sitting up straight. Nerves on edge, skin prickling when he chuckles.

“Okay.” He shrugs, holding his large hands up in surrender. “Whatever you want.”

You open and close your mouth a few times. You were expecting at least an hour more of begging. He practically latched on to your leg when you left him for Marcie's house a few months back and that was before he became insatiable.

“Okay.” you slowly repeat back. This is not good, you're very suspicious of the sly glint in his eyes.

His smile widens and he scrunches his nose playfully. “Okay gorgeous.” His calm, even tone has your lips pursing.

Bucky stands up, stretching his arms above his head, his hard cock straining through his thin black briefs, the outline of the swollen head right in front of your face. He twists his back, pivoting his hips forward until his large bulge is almost touching your face.

You know what he's doing, you expected nothing less but you can't help the way your mouth waters as you envision the vein running under the shaft, the slight curve leading to tip and your clit thrums.

“Let’s see how long you last.”

He saunters away, cracking his neck as he rolls his shoulders. A deep exaggerated grunt from him has you wanting to run after him.

You bite your lip, chewing it between your teeth watching his muscles shift across his back. Bucky glances over his shoulder and your thighs clench when he winks. He’s not going to make this easy on you.

You stand up, your panties clinging to your throbbing pussy. Looking down, you hiss, “stop taking his side, traitor.”

“Don’t talk to her like that” he shouts from the hallway.

Aggravated about how he managed to turn your conversation around on you, you retort. "This is my pussy, Bucky, and regardless of what you think it doesn't belong to you."

He storms back in so swiftly, his large body overtaking the space that you startle taking a step back. "What did you say?"

You shrug, looking everywhere but him. "Uh…"

Bucky stomps over to you until he’s toe to toe with you, his bare tattooed chest heaving. "Say it again."

You glance up at his enraged face, part of you is aware that he's used the same look to intimidate men twice your size. All you know is that he’s even sexier when he’s angry.

"You don't scare me, Bucky." You giggle into his chest.

"Wish I did, maybe I could be getting some right now." He mumbles.

"What?"

He flicks the end of your nose, grumbling a gruff "you heard me", and walks back out the room.

The rest of the day Bucky was on his best behavior. You were on edge the entire time, waiting for him to do something. You kept glancing over your shoulder anticipating him grabbing you or grinding against you. Anything. He knows it, his smug grin whenever he passes you in the hallway is grating.

On top of everything, it's Saturday.

He has a routine that began with taking you for a ride around the city, just you, him, and the open road. Afterward, you spend the rest of the night on the couch watching movies, he likes to lay between your thighs, his head on your belly while you feed him popcorn.

Inevitably his tongue ends up circling your clit usually before the 15-minute mark.

It took a month for you to finish John Wick and you can’t remember half of it.

Tonight he queued up the movie, arranging you on the couch the way he always does. He was wearing nothing but another pair of boxers and his dog tags. And damn it if you weren’t soaked again. Now you weren't trying to tease him but your thin shirt bunched up when you laid down revealing your drenched panties.

Bucky went still above you, his hand flexing on your thigh as his pupils slowly dilated. His adam’s apple bounced twice and his eyes glazed over until you said his name. He blinks rapidly, his face clearing, and settles down without a word.

An emotion twists in your chest, disappointment? No, you wanted this, it’s only been one day.

One day, you repeat when his beard grazes your skin with each breath. Your hand quivers as you picked up the first handful of popcorn. He glances at it before opening his mouth, the tip of his tongue flickering over your palm after he takes it.

Bucky has to focus on the screen, acting as if he’s not agony, so hard because of you, doing his best to not rut into the couch like a damn teenager. He can feel the heat radiating off you. Every time he moves you throb and he can feel that too. All he wants is to sink his tongue into your warmth instead he nuzzles into your soft belly and stares at the tv.

You were so caught in your own arousal you don’t notice how tense Bucky is, too busy focused on trying not to rub against him, that annoying ache spreading through you. How did he have you so trained to crave his touch? You can practically feel his tongue gliding through your folds.

What did this man do to you?

The next morning you wake up to him, hard and hot against your back. His hand dragging up your hip, rolling you over, without opening his eyes, his lips find yours. No matter how dark the room is, he can always find your mouth.

He peppers featherlight kisses over your face between murmurs of good morning and love you’s on your skin. His love painted on your skin with each brush of his soft lips.

His hand cupping the back of your head to bring you in closer, he can’t get enough of you so much so that he has to pull himself away, leaving you breathless and needy on the bed.

Swinging his legs over the side of the bed, he rubs the back of his neck before standing up. His gait is unsteady, his cock stiff and heavy as he heads to the bathroom.

“I’m going to take a quick shower and I’ll make you breakfast.”

You laid there expecting to hear him jerking off, disappointed when only the sounds of running water came through the partially open door. He merely smiles when he strolls out, naked and water dripping down his chiseled chest, his cock just as hard as when he left you. He faces you while he towels himself off as you pretend not to watch.

“You want some sausage this morning, gorgeous?” He teased, throwing the damp towel on you.

His deep amused laughter fills the room when you petulantly shake your head. You’re actually

considering a cold shower, violently kicking the covers off of you as you climb out of bed. His laugh gets louder after you slam the door shut.

The next week was pure torture. Bucky suddenly forgot how to put on a shirt, you would come home to him working on his classic car. His tattooed chest sweaty and flushed, a smudge of grease over the vein that leads right to his cock, overalls low on his hips, the straps dangling at his sides.

No man has the right to look that damn good.

He was always a cuddler but now he couldn’t stop hugging you and touching you. Small caress of his ringed fingers along your arm as you ate dinner. He would wrap his arm around your stomach, pressing into your back in the middle of the grocery aisle to “help you” reach the box of cereal on the top shelf. He started working out early in the morning so you awoke to the sounds of him grunting. Deep low grunts right beside your bed as he lifted weights, biceps bulging with each set.

You were ready to explode.

So you decided two can play that game.

He may know your weakness but you know all of his.

Bucky trudges into the house, ready to collapse on the sofa grateful that he can at least hold you. He really wants you to give in, he can’t lie your restraint is impressive. He thought he had you two days ago when he woke to you grinding on him in your sleep. So close.

Toeing his boots off, his head lifts when he smells dinner. He grins hearing pots clattering and you singing along to the music blasting throughout the lower level. Immediately he’s invigorated knowing you’re home with him.

Bucky walks to the kitchen, stopping short when he sees you. He has to hold onto the wall, his eyes widening. Fuck me. The sight of you in his favorite dress with an apron around your waist has him seeing double.

You grin smugly at the pan when he mutters another fuck gorgeous. “Like what you see?” You sass, stirring vigorously.

He does. He really does. Bucky raises a brow, tsking quietly. He knows exactly what you’re doing. Deny him his pussy and then try to tease him. Not today gorgeous

Bucky crosses the kitchen, pulling you into him. “I want to bend you over this counter and wreck your pussy. Give it to you rough and fast, make you feel every inch.” He whispers in your ear, his warm breath on your skin.

Your knees buckle when he bites your shoulder. “Think about how tight you are around me. You can barely take me, no matter how many times I stretch your pretty little pussy.”

He pushes his hips into yours, the edge of the counter digging into your stomach. “You like when I fuck you hard, make you scream my name, don’t you? Or do you want it nice and slow, on your back with your legs over my shoulders? I can take my time splitting you open”

Yes yes, Bucky.

He’s not done, his voice deepening in your ear. “You can ride me and fuck me however you want, this cock is all yours baby.” He tilts his hips up and you can feel all of him.

“Such a good girl,” He murmurs in your ear, his rough hands moving up and down your bare arms, his filthy praises and promises making you weak. “And good girls get my tongue, how about I wake you with my tongue buried in your sweet cunt? You want that?” You do, you want it so bad.

Bucky palms your pussy, his fingers grazing your panties. “You wanna be good for me? You wanna cum for me gorgeous?”

You nod, moaning when he kisses your throat, promising to choke you, make you gag on his cock, make you remember who you belong to. You’re ready to fall to your knees, wanting his thick, heavy cock in your mouth. Bucky continues whispering all the ways he can take you apart until you’re shamelessly grinding on him seconds away from begging him to take you.

Bucky steps back, tugging on your apron strings, leaving you wide-eyed and delirious, sinking to the floor. He steps over to the stove with a cocky smirk. Picking up the spoon, he scoops a bit of sauce out of the pan and slides it into his mouth. “Well, we’re just going to have to wait for the wedding night aren’t we gorgeous?”

Loud boisterous laughter belts through your phone, you flinch moving it away from your ear. Should have known better than to tell Marcie.

“Wait wait hold the fuck up” Marcie laughs, almost in tears, “its only been a few days miss “I’m stronger than my urges and he’s just going to have to deal, miss how am I going to deal with him, he's going to be-”"

“I didn’t say that Marcie!” you shout, tossing the phone down, you roll over and grab a pillow. Fuck it’s his and it smells good. You wrap your arms around inhaling his lingering scent.

More laughter. “Girl don’t yell at me, I told you it was a dumb idea. I had money on him breaking though."

You lift your head, glaring at your overturned phone, “Stop betting on our sex life.”

“Stop having sex in public and I might.” Marcie retorts, “Don’t be mad at me because you're horny.”

She pauses and you sneer knowing she’s about to say something else.

“Bet you wish were riding that dick right now.” She cackles.

You press your face deeper into the pillow and scream. Bucky listens to you outside the room, muttering yes to himself, softly thumping the wall with his fist. Just a little more pressure and he can have his pussy back.

“I wanted our wedding night to be special.”

Oh, he doesn't like how you sounded when you said that, you're disappointed and sad. Bucky drops his hand, pushing open the door. He has no problem teasing you but that stops the second he even thinks you’re upset. Bucky has to make you feel better. You feel the bed dip down and you gaze up at him. Buck picks up your phone and taps the screen cutting off Marcie.

“Hey, gorgeous let’s go for a ride.”

The instant he veers off the highway, you know he’s going straight to the park, there’s a little area off the main path that’s special to the both of you. You had your second date there, it’s where he took you the night before he had to leave for his final tour, and it’s where he proposed.

Bucky helps you off the back of his bike, intertwining your fingers between his as guides you to the clearing. Stars dot the night sky, small chirps of crickets and dry leaves crunching under your pierce the fresh pine-scented air.

He never told you but you are the only one he’s ever brought here, before this was a place he kept to himself, his reprieve from the world. Then he met you and suddenly he no longer had the urge to run.

“You know I knew I was going to marry you the second I saw you.”

“You didn’t.” You scoff, ducking your head.

Bucky sighs thoughtfully. “I did. You had on that red tank top the one with the hole in the bottom and a pair of shorts that-” he moans biting his lip, “--and you looked up at the tree in front of your porch and smiled, goddamn you have the prettiest smile I’ve ever seen.”

The trees clear out revealing a grass patchy of land overlooking the town. He turns to you and tilts your chin up with his thumb.“Yeah, there it is.”

He places a soft kiss on your lips before continuing, “I had to meet you and I lucked out when you dropped your keys, shit I was nervous.”

You scoff again, raising your brows skeptically. “You seemed awfully confident to me Bucky.”

“My heart was racing, I felt like I was going a hundred miles an hour down the highway talking to you.” Bucky confesses, bringing you closer to him, kissing the crown of your head, “I knew I was going to have to go all out for you.”

He shrugs off his jacket. “And then you made me work for it, normally girls just throw panties at me,” he pretends to dodge invisible panties until you slap his stomach.

“Hey don’t damage your goods doll, this all yours remember.” He grins, his sapphire eyes roaming over your face as you laugh. Another memory he’s going to cherish, who knew every good thing in his life, every good moment would center around you?

“I love you.” Bucky cups your face, pressing his nose into yours, his minty breath washing over you. “Gonna always love you even when you try to kill me.” He would let you, you have no idea but he would let you do anything you wanted to him.

He lays his jacket on the ground, kneeling beside it. Bucky reaches out his hand, waiting patiently as you pad toward him. He takes your hips and guides you down onto the soft smooth leather.

“Now I know I wasn’t playing fair," He states unapologetically as he tucks you under his large warm body.

“No shit yo-”

He cuts you off with a kiss, his wet tongue delving into your mouth. You grab the back of his head pulling him closer, your lips clashing together frantically. He deepens the kiss, breathing you in, pressing you further into the ground. A moan tumbles from your mouth and he swallows it, wanting more of you, knowing in his soul that he’ll never get enough.

His lips devour you, so passionately and thoroughly you don’t even need to breathe, moments passing as he takes more, slotting his hand under your head to bring you impossibly closer until he has to break away.

Resting his forehead on yours as he pants. You scrape your nails over his scalp, his warm heavy weight comforting you, you missed having him on top of you. Neither of you are able to speak, you don’t have to, content to bask in your love for each other.

He rolls onto his side, propping himself up on his elbow. “Tomorrow I’m going to behave.” He promises, tracing your swollen lips with his knuckle. You roll your eyes, snorting into his Henley.

“I’m going to try to behave.” He retorts with an air of offense as if he didn’t just spend a whole week tormenting you with his captivating body.

His head dips down for another kiss while his hand wanders down your belly to unsnap your jeans. “Tonight, I’m going to apologize and make it up to you,” he mutters against your lips. Oh yes, you’re ready to accept any apology he’s going to give you. You lift your hips, helping him push them over your thighs.

He takes his hand and slips it down your panties. His fingers dance over your aching clit and you cry out, sweet relief flooding your body.

“Good girl. Is that better?” he hums, dragging his hand through your folds, back around your clit, adding just the right amount of pressure that sends you keening off the ground.

Bucky guides two fingers into your tight wet heat, you’re so wet his thick long digits slip in. You’re so full, being stretch so good, the only thing that would feel better right now is cock but fuck you’ll take what he’s giving. “I want to be inside your pussy so fucking bad,” He swears through gritted teeth, his desperate growl in your ear makes you clamp down hard.

“In four weeks, I’m going to do unspeakable things to you gorgeous.” His eyes flit between your face and his fingers diving into your cunt. The soft sloshing making his hard cock leak in his jeans. The ride home is going to be rough but hearing your sweet moans is going to be worth every second.

He curls his fingers upwards, dragging them over your sweet spot. Bucky remembers the first time he found it, the way your legs trembled around his waist, your nails clawing down his back. He still has dreams about the way you cried when he hit it, so beautiful when you sing for him. he drops his head to your shoulder, watching your body tense and tremble as he tightens the coil until you can't think, can't move. You need to cum so bad, begging him with your eyes, unable to form any words.

Bucky knows what you need and you're going to get everything you want.

"You’re not leaving our bed until I fucked you so thoroughly that you’re going to feel me inside of you for the rest of the honeymoon.” He vows, watching the moonlight reflect off your glistening body.

He moves his fingers faster and harder, the ruthless stretch as he scissors your silken wall has you sobbing his name, your voice echoing across the field louder as his thumb swipes over your bundle of nerves. Bucky groans, “I have it all planned out, first I’m fucking you in the church, then the reception hall, the car ride to the airport, fuck we might not even make it to the plane.”

He whispers, deep and gravelly in your ear, every last filthy thing he's going to do and with you as he pushes you closer to the edge. Your hips greedily meeting each thrust into your fluttering cunt, pleasure overtaking your senses until you can only feel him touching you. ‘

So good, so good, fuck Bucky.” So far gone as he drives you higher, you don’t realize you’re shouting until you shatter, cumming apart so hard your chant cuts off in a wordless scream, your back arched off the ground as your cunt desperately pulls his fingers back in.

His blue eyes never leave your face, taking in everything as you fall apart. He plans on making you scream like that every day as many times as he can.

“Damn you’re pretty when you cum like that.” Bucky laughs, waiting until you collapse on his jacket, gently removing his fingers. He sucks each one clean as you catch your breath.

“Just remember this was your idea.” Releasing the last one with a wet plop, he smiles down at you. “I hope you’re ready for me, gorgeous.”

He rests his head next to yours, whispering under his breath, “I can’t till you're officially mine”

Meanwhile

Michelle takes a sip of her tea, staring at your engagement photo with disdain, touching a besotted Bucky with her manicured nail. “Hmm, she’s cute I guess.”

She tosses it on the table next to the set of doilies. “This is going to be easy. Give me a week or so.”

Mrs. Smith chortles, “You were always my favorite.”

“I know. You said have a house key?”

Mrs. Smith slides it to her niece, “yeah found it in their grass.”

She taps the key against her porcelain cup, looking at Bucky’s face. “Real easy.”

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Rare & Sweet As Cherry Wine

Biker!Bucky:

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Don't Look, Don't Touch

Summary: Bucky has a few rules for any woman who isn't you...don't look, definintly don't touch anything that belongs to you. And Gorgeous he's all yours.

Pairing: Beefy Biker Bucky x Reader

Word count: 1.4 k

Warnings: Implied smut, mentions of oral, Bucky being proud that he's your man.

a/n: This is in response to this ask. Beta'd by the lovely @cwbucky . Just a minor time jump in the Beefy Biker World.

Bucky's staring at you.

Again.

He beat Steve in a game of pool about thirty minutes ago and after collecting his winnings he left the guys to grab a seat at the usual booth. Bucky's exhausted from the long day and after a few drinks, he’s content to rest in the back and wait for everyone to finish up.

But he can’t keep himself from staring at you.

It's not his fault he thinks, shifting his chair to get a better view of you. You're just so goddamn gorgeous, he can't take his eyes off you.

The heat of his gaze slides down your spine and sinks into your belly, smooth and warm like the bourbon you’re sipping.

Lifting the glass to your lips, you sneak a glance over your shoulder at the smoldering biker sitting across the bar.

His entire face brightens when your gaze lands on him. He grins at you, lips curling up until his nose scrunches, one brow raised, subtly gesturing for you to come over.

Bucky has one foot kicked up on the edge of the table, his combat boot tapping the chipped wood, his leather jacket thrown over the back of his chair and his sleeves rolled up past his thick forearms. His henley stretches across his broad muscular chest, a hint of freshly tattooed skin peeking around the collar.

By the way he's looking at you, you know he's feeling good, a few beers buzzing through him. You love tipsy Bucky. He’s a different beast when he’s like this, somehow even more affectionate than sober Bucky.

The last time he was like this, he ate you out from the back until you had to beg for him to stop and then-

“Ah ah ah,” Marcie tsks, flicking you right in the forehead with her long nails. “Don't even think about going over there.”

“Hey,” you grumble, rubbing your sore skin. “I wasn’t thinking about...” you trail off, a smile pushing your lips up. The lie flops out of your mouth and splatters on the table, making all the girls roll their eyes in unison.

You don’t notice, because you’re hooked by a pair of deep blue eyes, and oh god you want him. You blink, chastising yourself for leaning forward at the sight of his pink tongue traveling across his bottom lip.

Another sharp, stinging flick lands on your forehead—this time from Ari’s girl. Her cheerful yet menacing don’t you dare has you laughing. You break eye contact with your man to glare at her.

Narrowing your eyes, you try to remember her name-her real name-, silently cursing these bikers and their affinity for nicknames.

Giving up after a few seconds, you sigh. “Sunshine, I can control myself,” you start, mouth falling open in feigned shock when Dove snorts into her tequila. “Excuse you!” You elbow her in her stomach, and she does the same in return.

“As I. Was. Saying." You tap Dove's nose before turning to the rest of the group. "You need to talk to him about control, I’m always well behaved. Okay?” You sniff, putting your nose in the air.

They all exchange knowing looks while you cross your arms over your chest.

A beat of silence passes. You break first, a giggle slipping past your pursed lips.

The table erupts in playful, raucous teasing, each of you pointing out the times the other has lost their minds over their bikers.

Marcie, you want to talk about control. Let’s talk about you and Sam and why officer Clint can’t look you in the eyes.

Hey, that charge got dropped okay.

Dove, you let Steve do what where, oh no no no you weren’t shy then don’t act shy now tell us everything.

I-we Steve said, I mean it was one time, I-.

Sunshine, you know they have cameras in the garage right?

Oh I know.

It’s the kind of conversation that has tears running down your cheeks from laughing so hard, a warm comforting feeling in your chest knowing you’re surrounded by your best friends.

Dove grabs your shoulder, her whispered look drawing your attention back to Bucky. The girls go silent, tension thickening the smokey air. You lean back in your chair with a smug grin.

A lithe woman with a poor dye job is practically drooling over your man. She's been checking him out all night, you're surprised it took her this long to approach him.

Bucky still has his eyes on you so he doesn’t notice until she’s right in front of his face. She plants her hands next to his; her breasts almost spilling out of her low-cut top as she leans over his half eaten fried onions rings.

“Stop this now,” Sunshine pleads. “You know how he gets when this happens.”

“Nope.”

“Aw c’mon, he’s so dram—”

You cut Marcie off with a shrug. “I like it.”

Dove is looking at you, hiding her smile behind her hand. Her man is the same way so she gets it. You wink, nudging her with your shoulder. "This is going to be good."

"Hey handsome, I'm Katie."

"I'm married."

"I'm not," she retorts, biting her lip.

Bucky finally drags his eyes away from you, looking the woman straight in the eyes. “Can I help you?”

The woman in front of him smirks. “You can start by buying me a drink.”

Bucky holds up his hand, dull overhead lights reflect off the platinum ring, he smiles proudly at the shimmering band. “Sorry, but all my drinks are reserved for my girl.”

“Then why are you all by yourself baby?” Her lips dip into a faux pout, unaware of the growing ire rolling off of him. “If you were my man, I’d never leave you all alone, a big guy like you should be taken care of.”

Bucky scoffs, his stormy blue eyes narrowing. “I’m well taken care of and she’s all I want, so no.”

“Don't be like that… I bet I can change your mind.” She brushes her fingers over the back of his hand. "Bet I can do things she never even thought of-"

You see Bucky's eyes flare, it’s the same look he had at the super bowl party and it’s the same look he had after your ex tried to come back into your life. You take a deep breath in, anticipation sizzling through your veins.

"No one is better than my wife. No one." Bucky stands up, waving his hand in the air. His offended, cold voice cuts through the air like a whip. “You see this! This means I belong to her.” He states firmly, pointing one long ring adorned finger at you. “I didn’t go through all the trouble of getting her addicted to me just to cheat on her.”

Ari and Sam pause their pool game and turn towards the scene unfolding in the middle of the bar. Steve drops his head, rubbing the back of his neck, making his way to Bucky.

“All of this—“ Bucky gestures up and down his tattooed covered body, “—is hers. Will always be hers. So unless you’re Gorgeous, you need to take the hint and walk away.”

Steve pops his head over the booth. “You should probably go because he’s only going to get to worse,” he warns the stunned woman.

Bucky inhales, craning his neck to find you. “Gorgeous, you come here and tell her I love you. And that is yours," He states, grabbing his his bulge. "And that I only want to taste your ow—” he tries to continue before Steve hits him on the back of his head with his knuckles.

“Oh, this isn’t him at his worst, either. You still have a chance to get out of here.” Steve says, laughter lacing his tone. "I'd suggest you run before he really gets angry and very descriptive."

You watch her put her hands up and back away. Bucky settles back in his chair with a loud thud, grumbling under his breath. He gives you a sullen look, his brows pulled together into a frown. After everything the two of you went through to get to this point, he never wants that to happen again.

“Aw, he’s upset,” you say, sliding off your chair, grabbing your glass off the table as you stand.

“No.”

“I should go make him feel better.”

“Please, no.” Sunshine tries to grab the back of your shirt but you dodge her without taking your eyes off Bucky.

“I’ll be back in five, ten minutes.”

“Can you at least wait until you get home?”

“Five minutes,” you sing over your shoulder, sauntering over to your man.

“She’ll come back, won’t she?” The sound of Dove’s soft, hopeful voice makes you smile.

Laughing, Sunshine pulls her wallet out of her purse. “I got twenty on them sneaking into the bathroom.”

“No he drove here, it's going to be the concert parking lot all over again. I got fifty on the backseat of the truck” Sam interjects, placing a kiss on Marcie’s head.

“You’re both wrong. He’s going to do something at the booth and he better clean up after,” Ari intones from his perch on the side of the pool table, gesturing for Sunshine to sit on his lap.

Steve saunters over to a smiling Dove. "What do you think sweetheart? Bathroom or truck?"

Looping your arms around Bucky’s neck as you sit on his lap, you laugh, listening to your best friends making bets on you and your biker. He takes your hand in his larger one, kissing the wedding ring on your finger.

His loving gaze sweeps up to your face and back to your joined hands, resting his chin on your shoulder, Bucky's low, deep voice washes over the shell of your ear. “So, who do you want to win?”

You gaze up at him with a conspiratorial smirk. “That’s easy,” you say, pulling his head down, you whisper in his ear. His blue eyes are getting wider and wider with every word.

“Hell yeah.”

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Reposting a comment I made on a post and adding to it

x Reader fics need to handle writing “reader” better sometimes

As a 6ft afab person who’s built like a man and has never been super feminine and has a more unique haircut that’s shorter I hate to read about “readers” petite, small, pale body and her “long flowy straight hair”, etc.

Reader is meant to be ambiguous!! And if it’s important to the plot please mention it at the beginning!!! If it’s not important to the plot why is it being included???

Some people who are reading may be tall, fat, skinny, short, or even somewhere in between. The readers could have a hijab, 4c hair, locks, braids, long hair, short hair, wavy, no hair and even more.

Stop making all readers so sweet and innocent, I want a reader who’s petty and sassy sometimes. I’ve noticed also that so many readers are either too baby to do anything or over powered.

Personally I also hate reading about obviously toxic men and relationships that the reader goes back to because they are “so in love”, like no please let me deck that sucker and leave them in the dust and be happier.

Also, if you label your post with the tag “___ x reader” or titled with “___ x reader” and then make descriptions and then ADD A NAME!!! It’s not an x reader fic and I heavily want to block you.

Edit:

Hey hello! I just wanted to add that I heavily respect and love fic writers! So many have a talent that I will never reach or have and I appreciate your content being put out at all! I made this post as a 5 am ramble and was half delirious lol

People can write as they please and I’ll ignore it if I’m not interested or I’ll make slight internal edits to fit me if I am

Love this so much and want a part 2 so bad!

1945 - Bucky Barnes x Reader

a/n: guys, guys, guys. i randomly thought of this and wanted to write it so bad. if you want a second part, let me know! i definitely can do that, i just wanted to see if this might interest you all! i'll even explore the reader's time as an assassin. i rewatched the train scene from TFA, so some lines and areas are switched to fit what i wanted it to be like

summary: Bucky wasn't the only one who fell off the train in 1945. Falling to your 'death' while fighting alongside Steve and Bucky to take down Arnim Zola, Bucky has no idea that you were still alive... until he receives a newfound surprise.

warnings: slightly angst, if a second part happens, definitely angst.

tagging: @sebby-staan, @bluemoon-icecream, @lejardinfleur, @miss-i-ship-it

- 1945 -

You stood beside Bucky and Steve, noting the rigid temperatures around you as the land from as far as you could see were coated in thick snow.

“Remember when I made you ride the cyclone at Coney Island?” Bucky looked at Steve.

“Yeah, and I threw up?” Steve called back. You chuckled, knowing what his next words were.

“This isn’t payback, is it?” Bucky pondered, gazing down the long stretch.

“Now why would I do that?” Steve countered.

You smirked at the two of them, shaking your head. “Better not be payback for me, too, because the last time I recalled, I was a part of the cyclone incident.” You giggled. Bucky flashed a smile at you.

Steve and Bucky were informed that on the train upcoming was none other than Dr. Zola, the man you all had been on the hunt for some time. Hydra needed to be put to a stop.

“Doll, I really don’t like that you’re here,” Bucky whispered to you. You gazed up at him with a fainthearted smile.

“I’m serving my country and about to stop this madman. What better way to do that than to do it alongside my two best friends, one of which happens to be my boyfriend?” You smirked.

Bucky shook his head, knowing the dangers this mission was about to entail. He wanted nothing more than to have you protected at all costs.

The zip line was prepared and Steve was the first one down. Bucky was right behind, with you coming next in line. The three of you zip in down and all planted your feet perfectly on top of the high-speed train, Steve leading the group to the destined position.

As he opened the door to the train, the three of you walked in briskly, being stealthy. Bucky and you had your guns drawn and aimed as you all carefully walked through.

You glanced at Bucky who you mouthed a quick “I love you” to, to which he mouthed the same in response to you.

Just as you were about to walk through the door, only Bucky and Steve managed to get through before the doors shut immediately, locking you in with an enemy. Bucky wanted to scream for you, but he remained quiet, helping Steve take down the gunman who was decked out in machinery.

You held your own within the room, your useful tactics with a gun coming in hand as you hid, firing when possible. You suddenly ran out of ammo, your heart picking up the speed as you whispered an audible curse word under your breath.

Just then, as you remained crouched, the door opened. Steve looked at you and tossed you a spare gun to which you nodded your head as a thank you. As you caught it, he rushed ahead of you and slammed into the barricade with his shield. It flew past and the enemy ducked, but you easily obtained a headshot, causing him to die immediately.

“I had him on the ropes.” You chuckled softly, Steve and Bucky laughing.

“We know you did.” They said in unison.

Suddenly, the enemy that Steve faced on the other side of the door appeared. “GET DOWN!” Steve yelled as he fired. He held up his shield, blocking the blast from you three, only to have it launched forwards and bust open the train, revealing the outside world.

Bucky raced to grab Steve’s shield and held it up, shooting the machine in the process. Suddenly, the blast that was sent raged through and knocked you and Bucky both outside of the train. You let out a scream as Bucky immediately grasped your arm, holding you tight, while he dangled from the train with one arm.

“BUCKY! (Y/N)!” Steve yelled, racing to the edge to see you two.

He crawled out of the train, telling you both to hang on, but you already felt your fingertips begin slipping.

“Bucky, I-I’m scared,” You cried, looking down at the passing ground.

“Doll, it’s okay, do not let go of my hand!” He told you in urgency.

As Steve moved in, you felt it when it happened. Your hand slipped out of Bucky and a blood-curdling scream issued itself from your throat.

“NO!” Bucky screamed, watching as you fell. Steve watched it utter disbelief, his heart pounding in his chest. “Doll, no, no,” He cried to himself.

“Bucky, grab my hand,” Steve said, but suddenly, the railing Bucky was hanging onto ripped itself apart from the train. His scream sounded next as Steve watched him fall.

You remembered falling and falling for what felt like hours, until your body smacked into the ground full-force, everything cracking at once.

All you remembered was the coldness of the snow and blood pooling around you before you passed out.

-

“Darling, I promise you’ll start to feel better once this is in your system,” The woman smiled at you as she brought the needle to you. You gazed up at her, your head heavy, eyes groggy as you gazed around the room at the numerous lab coats.

“W-Where am I?” You mumbled, tears filling your eyes.

“Do you know who you are?” The doctor questioned you, flicking the needle to remove the air bubble.

“(Y-Y/N) (Y/L/N),” You whispered.

She nodded in confirmation. “Do you remember what you were doing prior to the fall?”

“I-I was a part of the 107th Infantry… I… where’s Bucky?” You suddenly remembered your boyfriend. “Does he know I’m alright?”

She administered a look to you that symboled empathy, but she had no reason to feel bad for you.

“Sweetheart,” She sighed, beginning to inject your body with a green-colored substance. “Bucky is no longer a part of you. Captain America is no longer a part of you… You are the future.” She smiled, pushing the needle further in. Your veins felt as though they were on fire and as you tried to move, you were restrained to the metal chair.

“W-What are you doing to me?!” You hissed.

“You’re our new project,” She smiled evilly. “With that new bionic arm of yours, mixed with the serum, you will be the best Winter Soldier you could ever possibly be. Arnim Zola has no clue who he’s dealing with. He wants to make Winter Soldiers? I can too.” She laughed, tossing her back.

You gazed down at your arm, noticing the metal. “I lost my arm…” You whispered faintly. It just so happened to be your right arm, your dominant one.

She sighed and brushed her hands together once she finished administering the full syringe, your body heating.

“Start the brain-washing. I don’t want this girl to have a single ounce of memory of Captain America or Bucky Barnes ever again. Her only initiative should be to kill whatever is in her sights, under our command.” She trailed.

- 2023 -

He had finally caught up to Zemo. He had the gun hidden out of plain sight but had already informed the Dora Milaje to come and apprehend him.

The two shared their conversation to which Bucky dropped the bullets after he had held the gun to Zemo’s head and pulled the trigger. Zemo looked at him, amazed.

“I took the liberty of crossing off my name in your book. I hold no grudges for what you thought you had to do.” He tells him as the Dora Milaje stands beside him.

Bucky nodded, remaining silent.

“James, there’s also something I want to give you. I wish I could have told you about it sooner, but,” He sighed and reached into his jacket pocket to retrieve a photograph. He extended a hand forward and Bucky carefully examined the picture.

In the photograph, was none other than… you.

“(Y/N),” He whispered, his mind engaging and recalling his time with you - when you fell when he had lost his world before his chaotic one ensued.

“Where did you get this?” He stared up at Zemo who noted the pained expression on his face.

“I remember viewing your files repeatedly. Many of them mentioned (Y/N) (Y/L/N) as someone with who you were close. I took it upon myself to research. She was turned into a Winter Soldier, just like you.” He informed him. Ayo noticed Bucky’s expression and she inhaled slowly.

“What do you mean… was? You mean to tell me, my girlfriend survived the fall and… and,”

“She’s alive, James,” Zemo confirmed.

“And you’re telling me this now?!” He cried. The Dora Milaje began to adhere and place their arms around Zemo.

“I was desperately trying to find her coordinates while we spent time together,” He quickly said. “And I did. She’s in Romania.” He grasped the book and handed it to Bucky. “Her coordinates are in there.”

Bucky quickly took the book and grimaced, the tears building behind his eyes.

“Can I call in another favor?” Bucky questioned Ayo who smiled softly at him.

As they left with Zemo in custody, Bucky’s world felt as if it was about to shatter. Did you even know he was alive still? Surely you had to have an idea.

Bucky made it his new mission, he was going to find you.

He needed to see you.

The possessiveness 🫠🫠🫠❤️❤️❤️

PLEASE! I need! I love the mix of panty ruining smut and how cute and soft Bucky is after!!

❤️❤️

"mine" - bucky barnes x f!reader

Summary: Bucky is getting a little anxious to show you are his.

Warnings: angsty in the beginning (mentions of war and death) and then BAM here comes the smut. Bucky has a bit of a marking kink, there is a hint of cockwarming, p in v penetration, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it) . This is NSFW and contains +18 content, so MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!

A/Ν: This is my first time dipping my toes in +18 territory, so I hope you guys enjoy it. Any mistakes made are my own, as it is unbetad and english is not my first language.

The world was a cruel place. He saw it in Brooklyn while his mother barely made meets end, just to put food on the table for his sister and him.

He saw it in the trenches of war as men, both friends and foe alike fell to their untimely demise, without a trace remaining to be sent back to their folks.

The world's cruelty was marred into his skin, wounds that never properly healed, aching. A constant reminder of what exactly was taken away from him. Memories of a past he desperately tried to forget always haunted him, never giving him much-needed peace.

It took his family away from him, his friends, his innocence, his sanity, his arm.

And it kept taking.

And taking.

The world has helped form and shape him into the man he is. A man who put a stake in things he found precious in this unfamiliar era, refusing to let the world take them away from him.

One of his most precious things was you. A fact that he was proud to show off to the world with the marks he was now sucking into the delicate skin of your throat. A brand that reminded everyone that you belonged with him.

"Bucky!" you whined as you felt his lips sucking another mark. The feel of his tongue laving against the delicate skin of your throat made your pussy clench around him.

Your chest heaved against his, trying its best to bring in the oxygen your body desperately needed. You felt lightheaded. The heat and the closeness of your bodies brought out a neediness in you.

Friction. You needed friction. You needed to feel him move. Yet the unrelenting grip he had on your hips rendered any attempt to grind against his lap futile. He got you where he wanted. Panting, moaning, writhing. Wanting.

Your hand made a beautiful trip, mapping the taut muscles of his back before it reached its destination. It found the locks of his brown hair and yanked just enough for his lips to abandon their task and force his eyes onto your pleading ones.

"Bucky, please!" you gasped, your eyes blurry with tears at the delicious torture that Bucky had subjected you to. His metal hand left its place on your hips to caress your cheek and wipe the tear that threatened to spill.

"Please, what?" his tone was taunting, but you paid it no mind.

"Bucky, please move!" the words tumbled out of your mouth, not caring about how desperate you sounded.

"Whatever my pretty girl wants." both of his hands were on your hips again. A shiver went down your body at the loss of his body heat. He straightened his body putting more weight on his legs, in favor of watching your pussy clench and weep around him.

You almost sobbed in relief when you felt his hips finally move, the slow drag of his cock stealing any coherent thought in your mind.

He moved his cock from your deepest parts, feeling your pussy tighten around him as if she was afraid that he would abandon her, leave her high and dry. He let his thrusts be shallow, the head of his cock bullying a spot in you that had your eyes rolling back in pleasure.

He indulged in the sounds that left your mouth, the intense heat of your pussy that sucked him in greedily, the way your back arched against the mattress.

"B-Bucky." you started but another shallow thrust managed to rob you of your words and instead replaced them with loud moans.

"What pretty girl?" Bucky couldn't help but grin at you, loving the way he reduced you to a babbling mess.

"P-please Bucky." you started again. "Please, move."

"Move?" he questioned, his thrust continuing to punch at that special spot inside you. "I'm moving baby. What do you want? Are you going to use your big girl words?"

"Want more Bucky." you sobbed. "Want it harder, want it deeper. Please Bucky, please!"

His hands found the back of your knees, as quickly as the words left your mouth, bringing them towards your chest. "Keep them there for me." His tone was firm, a demand you were more than glad to fulfill.

When you did just that, he found support on the mattress putting once again more of his body weight on you and then finally his cock found its home at your deepest part.

The pleasure robbed you of your voice, your mouth stuck in a silent scream. His strokes were deep, showing off the strength that he hid whenever he touched you. Every time he filled you to the brim. The coarse patch of hair ground against your clit giving you that extra shot of delicious pleasure.

Your moans, his grunts, the slap of skin against skin, and the squeaking of the mattress that you had to get rid of, filled the room building a beautiful harmony. A crescendo that built until it reached its climax.

"I-I'm cumming." you gasped. "Fuck, I am cumming."

"I'm close too," Bucky said. "cum for me, baby."

The tightening of your walls was the only answer he received as the pleasure got too much, your body jerking before going still as you fell off the edge into one of the most mind-blowing orgasms.

The vice-like grip of your heat as it spasmed around him was enough to set off his own orgasm, losing the tempo that he had set, and he buried himself  close as it was humanly possible.

You felt his cock pulse as he spilled inside you. An overwhelming sensation that seemed to prolong your orgasm. Bucky dipped down his head, his urge to kiss you winning over every other instinct and your lips met into a messy kiss, as you both relished in the aftermath.

He let all of his weight on you and the wheezing laugh that escaped you interrupted your kiss. You let your knees fall and instead pushed against Bucky's chest, trying to get him off you.

"Bucky, you are heavy!" you complained as you laughed, a laugh Bucky mirrored before he rolled off you and onto his side.

You felt his eyes on you and you turned to see him staring at the marks he had left on your neck, proud of his handiwork.

"You have to stop giving me hickeys, " you declared, his eyes meeting yours, their disappointment evident. "They are a bitch to cover up, every time I go to work."

"Stop with the puppy eyes." you couldn't contain the laugh at the antics of a man who is supposed to be over one hundred years old.

"What about a compromise?" he offered and you looked at him quizically.

"How about I start leaving them in places, others could only hope to see." he continued and you snorted.

"Bucky Barnes, is this a possessiveness sort of thing?" you asked and he shrugged or at least he tried as he was still lying down.

"I like people knowing you are mine," he admitted. A smile bloomed on your face and you pecked his nose enjoying how his face scrunched up.

"Unbelievable, you possessive grumpy old man!" you started to rise from the bed, to head towards the bathroom. "How about you join me for a shower? We are both sweaty and yucky."

He followed suit, sneaking upon your retreating form to grab you and lift you in his arm, a squeal leaving you at the sudden loss of the floor from your feet.

"You know I've heard great things about fun time in the shower." He commented. You were in for a long night.

The possessiveness 🫠🫠🫠❤️❤️❤️

PLEASE! I need! I love the mix of panty ruining smut and how cute and soft Bucky is after!!

❤️❤️

"mine" - bucky barnes x f!reader

Summary: Bucky is getting a little anxious to show you are his.

Warnings: angsty in the beginning (mentions of war and death) and then BAM here comes the smut. Bucky has a bit of a marking kink, there is a hint of cockwarming, p in v penetration, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it) . This is NSFW and contains +18 content, so MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!

A/Ν: This is my first time dipping my toes in +18 territory, so I hope you guys enjoy it. Any mistakes made are my own, as it is unbetad and english is not my first language.

The world was a cruel place. He saw it in Brooklyn while his mother barely made meets end, just to put food on the table for his sister and him.

He saw it in the trenches of war as men, both friends and foe alike fell to their untimely demise, without a trace remaining to be sent back to their folks.

The world's cruelty was marred into his skin, wounds that never properly healed, aching. A constant reminder of what exactly was taken away from him. Memories of a past he desperately tried to forget always haunted him, never giving him much-needed peace.

It took his family away from him, his friends, his innocence, his sanity, his arm.

And it kept taking.

And taking.

The world has helped form and shape him into the man he is. A man who put a stake in things he found precious in this unfamiliar era, refusing to let the world take them away from him.

One of his most precious things was you. A fact that he was proud to show off to the world with the marks he was now sucking into the delicate skin of your throat. A brand that reminded everyone that you belonged with him.

"Bucky!" you whined as you felt his lips sucking another mark. The feel of his tongue laving against the delicate skin of your throat made your pussy clench around him.

Your chest heaved against his, trying its best to bring in the oxygen your body desperately needed. You felt lightheaded. The heat and the closeness of your bodies brought out a neediness in you.

Friction. You needed friction. You needed to feel him move. Yet the unrelenting grip he had on your hips rendered any attempt to grind against his lap futile. He got you where he wanted. Panting, moaning, writhing. Wanting.

Your hand made a beautiful trip, mapping the taut muscles of his back before it reached its destination. It found the locks of his brown hair and yanked just enough for his lips to abandon their task and force his eyes onto your pleading ones.

"Bucky, please!" you gasped, your eyes blurry with tears at the delicious torture that Bucky had subjected you to. His metal hand left its place on your hips to caress your cheek and wipe the tear that threatened to spill.

"Please, what?" his tone was taunting, but you paid it no mind.

"Bucky, please move!" the words tumbled out of your mouth, not caring about how desperate you sounded.

"Whatever my pretty girl wants." both of his hands were on your hips again. A shiver went down your body at the loss of his body heat. He straightened his body putting more weight on his legs, in favor of watching your pussy clench and weep around him.

You almost sobbed in relief when you felt his hips finally move, the slow drag of his cock stealing any coherent thought in your mind.

He moved his cock from your deepest parts, feeling your pussy tighten around him as if she was afraid that he would abandon her, leave her high and dry. He let his thrusts be shallow, the head of his cock bullying a spot in you that had your eyes rolling back in pleasure.

He indulged in the sounds that left your mouth, the intense heat of your pussy that sucked him in greedily, the way your back arched against the mattress.

"B-Bucky." you started but another shallow thrust managed to rob you of your words and instead replaced them with loud moans.

"What pretty girl?" Bucky couldn't help but grin at you, loving the way he reduced you to a babbling mess.

"P-please Bucky." you started again. "Please, move."

"Move?" he questioned, his thrust continuing to punch at that special spot inside you. "I'm moving baby. What do you want? Are you going to use your big girl words?"

"Want more Bucky." you sobbed. "Want it harder, want it deeper. Please Bucky, please!"

His hands found the back of your knees, as quickly as the words left your mouth, bringing them towards your chest. "Keep them there for me." His tone was firm, a demand you were more than glad to fulfill.

When you did just that, he found support on the mattress putting once again more of his body weight on you and then finally his cock found its home at your deepest part.

The pleasure robbed you of your voice, your mouth stuck in a silent scream. His strokes were deep, showing off the strength that he hid whenever he touched you. Every time he filled you to the brim. The coarse patch of hair ground against your clit giving you that extra shot of delicious pleasure.

Your moans, his grunts, the slap of skin against skin, and the squeaking of the mattress that you had to get rid of, filled the room building a beautiful harmony. A crescendo that built until it reached its climax.

"I-I'm cumming." you gasped. "Fuck, I am cumming."

"I'm close too," Bucky said. "cum for me, baby."

The tightening of your walls was the only answer he received as the pleasure got too much, your body jerking before going still as you fell off the edge into one of the most mind-blowing orgasms.

The vice-like grip of your heat as it spasmed around him was enough to set off his own orgasm, losing the tempo that he had set, and he buried himself  close as it was humanly possible.

You felt his cock pulse as he spilled inside you. An overwhelming sensation that seemed to prolong your orgasm. Bucky dipped down his head, his urge to kiss you winning over every other instinct and your lips met into a messy kiss, as you both relished in the aftermath.

He let all of his weight on you and the wheezing laugh that escaped you interrupted your kiss. You let your knees fall and instead pushed against Bucky's chest, trying to get him off you.

"Bucky, you are heavy!" you complained as you laughed, a laugh Bucky mirrored before he rolled off you and onto his side.

You felt his eyes on you and you turned to see him staring at the marks he had left on your neck, proud of his handiwork.

"You have to stop giving me hickeys, " you declared, his eyes meeting yours, their disappointment evident. "They are a bitch to cover up, every time I go to work."

"Stop with the puppy eyes." you couldn't contain the laugh at the antics of a man who is supposed to be over one hundred years old.

"What about a compromise?" he offered and you looked at him quizically.

"How about I start leaving them in places, others could only hope to see." he continued and you snorted.

"Bucky Barnes, is this a possessiveness sort of thing?" you asked and he shrugged or at least he tried as he was still lying down.

"I like people knowing you are mine," he admitted. A smile bloomed on your face and you pecked his nose enjoying how his face scrunched up.

"Unbelievable, you possessive grumpy old man!" you started to rise from the bed, to head towards the bathroom. "How about you join me for a shower? We are both sweaty and yucky."

He followed suit, sneaking upon your retreating form to grab you and lift you in his arm, a squeal leaving you at the sudden loss of the floor from your feet.

"You know I've heard great things about fun time in the shower." He commented. You were in for a long night.