The Things I Would Let Him Do To Me Would Make The Devil Blush

I’m really hoping there is another part cause this made me 🤭🤭😩

𝗠𝘆 𝗡𝗲𝗶𝗴𝗵𝗯𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗶𝘀 𝗮 𝗣𝗼𝗿𝗻𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿 [ 2 ]

Part One Pairings: PornStar!Bucky Barnes x f!Reader Themes: Sexual Innuendo/humour,Guy next door, situational comedy? Sexual Themes 18+ ONLY: fingering, cunnilingus, Bucky loves tiddies, dirty talk. Summary: Though you've become oddly close to SergeantBarnes, it's still difficult to act normal around him. A/N: I didn't think many would ask for a part two but here you go. divider by @cafekitsune

It was a peaceful evening in the apartment gym—or, at least, it was supposed to be. You had your plan: thirty minutes on the stair climber, some stretches, and you’d be out of there before any awkwardness could find you.

But then you heard it—the unmistakable sound of weights clanging, followed by a deep, low grunt that made your entire body freeze.

You glanced up, hoping against hope that it wasn’t who you thought it was. But, of course, there he was: Bucky, over at the hip thrust machine, setting up his weights directly in front of you. Perfect, you thought. Of all the machines in here, he has to pick the most… suggestive one.

Your eyes flicked back to the tiny screen on your machine. Stay focused, you told yourself. Don’t look. Just ignore him.

But the moment he started his set, you heard it—a low, powerful grunt that practically reverberated through the gym. You immediately bit down on your lip, forcing yourself to stare straight ahead, pretending you weren’t having flashbacks to his other kind of workouts.

Another deep grunt.

Your hands clenched the stair climber’s handles like a lifeline. Do NOT look, you told yourself, the mantra echoing in your mind. But your treacherous eyes slid sideways, just for a second, and you caught a glimpse of him, face focused, breaths heavy as he powered through each hip thrust. The guy was practically a one-man gym commercial.

You looked away, focusing on your steps—your very uneven, slightly panicked steps. It’s just a hip thrust, for crying out loud! Nothing unusual here, you told yourself, trying to stomp out the heat creeping up your cheeks. But every time he exhaled, your mind filled with images of… well, his other performances.

Then, in the middle of one of his reps, Bucky let out a particularly deep, guttural grunt that nearly threw you off balance. Your foot slipped, your rhythm stuttered, and in a moment of pure panic, you clutched the handles and stumbled forward, practically throwing yourself onto the machine.

“Shit!” you yelped, fumbling to regain your balance as your legs moved faster than your brain, desperately trying not to faceplant.

You heard Bucky chuckle, that low, infuriatingly amused laugh, and felt your cheeks practically ignite. You looked up, heart pounding, only to find him smirking in your direction, eyes dancing with mischief.

“Careful there, Y/N,” he said, raising an eyebrow. “Stair climbers are brutal.”

“Oh, yeah, totally!” you squeaked, straightening up, trying to look like you meant to almost eat it. “Just… keeping things interesting. Got to keep the cardio exciting, you know?”

“Looks like it’s working,” he replied, wiping his forehead with a towel, his grin widening as he noticed your death grip on the machine. “You sure you’re good over there?”

“Oh, I’m… I’m great,” you lied, your face flaming as you tried to regain your composure. But he wasn’t done with you yet.

“Glad to hear it,” he said, voice way too smooth. He paused, then tilted his head, a playful smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Gotta admit, though… this machine setup does feel a bit familiar.”

Your brain nearly exploded. Did he just—? He couldn’t mean… But his eyes sparkled with that infuriating, knowing look, and you knew exactly what he was hinting at. Your face went beet red as your foot slipped again, but this time you managed to catch yourself, narrowly avoiding another disaster.

“Uh-huh,” you said, laughing nervously, desperately trying to hold it together. “Well, enjoy your… uh, workout!”

“Oh, I am,” he said, chuckling softly. “Especially with the view.” He winked, setting up for another set while you tried not to spontaneously combust.

With one final, mortified glance, you turned your attention back to the stair climber, mentally swearing you’d never step foot in this gym again after this.

Since you survived the stair climber ordeal without faceplanting (barely), you decided it was time to move on. Somewhere—anywhere—that didn’t involve Bucky’s hip thrusts or his incessant, maddening smirk.

You zeroed in on the bench press. Safe, you thought, relieved. Just a standard exercise. Nothing suggestive, no chance of stumbling, tripping, or looking like a klutz. You grabbed the bar, took a deep breath, and mentally prepped yourself. Easy-peasy.

And then—because the universe simply refused to give you a break—you heard that all-too-familiar voice right beside you.

“Need a spot?”

You looked up and almost swallowed your tongue. There was Bucky, looming over you with that same damn smirk, wiping his hands on a towel like he was gearing up for some personal training session from your worst/best nightmares.

“Oh, uh… I—” you stammered, already feeling the heat creep up your neck. You’ve got this, you told yourself. Just let him help you. No big deal. You’re a mature, fully-functioning adult.

“Yeah, sure!” you squeaked, trying to sound normal as he stepped closer, positioning himself behind the bench. You laid back, gripping the bar, and immediately realized what a horrible, terrible mistake this was. You were now lying flat on your back, Bucky leaning over you, his face far too close as he focused on making sure you could lift the weight.

“You ready?” he asked, his face all business, but his lips still had that mischievous curve.

“Ready,” you mumbled, eyes darting anywhere but up at him, trying to ignore how absolutely awkwardly intimate this felt. You started your set, breathing steadily as you lifted the bar, determined to act as if this were a completely normal workout.

But then, midway through the reps, he leaned down a little closer. “By the way, did you check out my new video?”

Your hands nearly slipped. You fumbled the bar, barely catching it as your brain short-circuited. 

“W-What?” you managed, voice strangled, heart racing.

“My new video,” he repeated, casually reaching out to help guide the bar back into place as you struggled not to lose it. “Thought you might’ve seen it by now.”

Your cheeks flamed, but you somehow managed to choke out, “N-No! I… I haven’t seen it!”

Bucky chuckled softly, raising an eyebrow as he straightened up, his voice taking on a teasing, almost disappointed tone. 

“Oh. That’s a shame,” he said, smirk lingering. “Didn’t have a costar this time—just me, actually. First time I’ve ever done that.”

Your mouth dropped open. Just him? Your brain skidded to a halt. Suddenly, you were far too interested in a video you’d just denied seeing. 

“Oh, um… interesting?” you squeaked, trying to keep your face neutral but definitely failing.

“Yeah,” he replied with a shrug, looking at you with twinkling eyes. “Guess you’ll have to let me know what you think… whenever you get around to it.”

“Actually, I… uh… I kind of stopped watching… since we, you know… know each other. Just… feels awkward.”

Bucky’s grin widened, his eyes lighting up with amusement. 

“Oh, so you’re telling me we’re too close for you to watch my work now?” He raised an eyebrow, looking mockingly offended. “I thought we were supporting local artists.”

Your cheeks practically combusted as he said it, and you fumbled with the bar, desperately trying to pretend you hadn’t heard him. Supporting local artists? Was he serious right now?

“Oh my god,” you mumbled, absolutely mortified. “This is not— You’re not— I mean…!”

But he just looked down at you, that smug grin firmly in place as he leaned in, clearly enjoying every second of your flustered state. 

“What?” he asked, feigning innocence. “Don’t you believe in supporting the arts?”

Your mouth opened and closed like a fish, words completely failing you. “This… this is not the same!” you finally blurted, clutching the bar like it was your only lifeline.

“Oh really?” he replied, chuckling. “Because it sounds like you’re saying we’re too close for me to keep doing what I do. You know, my passion.”

You practically choked, waving your hands around in frantic denial. “No! No! That’s not— I’m not stopping you! I’m just— I don’t know, maybe supporting from a… distant, supportive spiritual place?”

He laughed outright, shaking his head. “So, what—you’re like cheering me on… but from across the street?”

You nodded vigorously, still trying to save face. “Exactly! Just… supportive… but in a non-participatory kind of way.”

“Got it,” he said, smirking. “So, I’m officially your guilty pleasure now.”

You groaned, covering your face with your hands as he chuckled, clearly far too pleased with himself. 

Note to self: Avoid all future conversations with Bucky Barnes for the rest of eternity.

× × × × 

That evening, you were finally settled at your dining table, a bowl of pasta in front of you, determined to put the entire gym disaster behind you. You’d survived another encounter with Bucky—barely—and now all you wanted was some quiet, non-embarrassing time with carbs.

But as you twirled your fork in the noodles, your brain betrayed you, replaying his words from earlier.

“Did you check out my new video?”

You paused mid-bite, the fork hovering near your mouth as you stared blankly at the wall, feeling a strange mix of curiosity and dread bubbling up. What could he have meant by “just me”? You tried to shake it off, forcing another forkful of pasta into your mouth. Nope, not going there.

But the thought lingered, nudging you, until you found yourself setting down the fork, fingers hovering over your phone. Just one quick search, you reasoned, glancing around your empty apartment as if someone might catch you.

You typed in the familiar site, thumbs hesitating above the search bar, nearly typing “SergeantBarnes new video” before you snapped back to reality, dropping the phone like it burned.

“Oh, no,” you muttered to yourself, horrified at how close you’d come. “Absolutely not. What am I, insane?”

You shoved another forkful of pasta into your mouth, shaking your head furiously. “I am not doing this.”

But as you continued eating, your eyes kept darting back to the phone, the curiosity gnawing at you, leaving you torn between common sense and the very persuasive power of nosiness.

You took a deep breath, clenching your fists. “Get a grip, Y/N. You are absolutely not watching that video.”

...But maybe just a preview?

You groaned, stuffing your face with more pasta, determined to win this internal battle.

× × × ×

The next morning, just as you were heading out the door for work, you spotted something bright and obnoxiously neon-colored taped to the wall near the mailboxes. Curiosity got the better of you, and you stepped closer, squinting at the bold, glittery letters.

POOL PARTY THIS WEEKEND! it proclaimed. Food, drinks, music, fun! Don’t miss it!

You raised an eyebrow, debating if you’d actually brave a building-wide party when suddenly, the quiet hallway was shattered by a loud, unmistakably ecstatic moan. The kind that could only mean one thing.

From none other than Bucky’s apartment.

You froze, eyes widening in disbelief. Is that—? Is he—?

A second moan, even louder than the first, confirmed it. This wasn’t just any moan; this was the sound of someone—some woman—having the time of her life. At what had to be eight o’clock in the morning.

“Oh, seriously?!” you hissed under your breath, glancing down the hallway as if there might be witnesses to this auditory ambush. Just then, the woman’s voice hit a pitch so high it practically reverberated off the walls.

You winced, clutching your bag like it could somehow shield you from this. Who even has that much energy in the morning? You took a step back, hoping to escape the sonic nightmare, but the moans only got louder, each sound more animated than the last.

You threw your hands over your ears, eyes squeezed shut as you muttered furiously to yourself. 

“Nope, nope, absolutely not. Not today, not right now.” You spun on your heel, practically power-walking down the hall, doing your best to drown out the soundtrack blaring from his apartment.

“YES, SERGEANT! OH MY GOD!”

You practically stumbled, muttering an alarmed, “Oh my god, stop!” as you picked up the pace, pressing your hands even harder against your ears. It was like some kind of cruel game—the closer you got to the elevator, the louder it seemed to get, echoing in your ears like a siren you couldn’t escape.

You winced, feeling your face burn as you all but sprinted down the hall, chanting, “Nope, nope, NOPE!” under your breath like a mantra. It was as if your feet couldn’t carry you fast enough, each step a desperate attempt to put some distance between you and… whatever was happening in that apartment.

Finally, you made it to the elevator, slamming your finger against the button with more force than necessary, glancing nervously over your shoulder as if the sounds might follow you. The doors mercifully slid open, and you dove inside, leaning back against the wall and pressing your hands over your ears one last time, breathing a sigh of relief.

But just as the doors began to close, one last triumphant shout echoed down the hallway, loud and clear, like the universe had decided you hadn’t suffered enough.

You groaned, staring up at the ceiling as the doors shut, wondering if this building had any quiet hours, or if you were doomed to start every morning with a full-blown soundscape of… Bucky’s extracurricular activities.

Note to self: Invest in earplugs. Maybe some noise-canceling headphones. Or a new apartment altogether.

× × × ×

You arrived at work looking like you’d barely survived a natural disaster. Traumatized, sleep-deprived, and still hearing the morning’s very loud soundtrack echoing in your mind, you slumped into your chair, hoping to quietly blend into the office scenery and get through the day in peace.

Naturally, that was too much to ask.

“Whoa,” Trish said, swiveling in her chair to eye you like you were a science experiment gone wrong. “You look like you just spent a night in a haunted house.”

“Or… like you had a wild morning,” Amy added, raising her eyebrows. “You okay there, Y/N?”

“Fine,” you muttered, barely making eye contact as you set your bag down, trying to erase the vivid flashbacks of Bucky’s… extremely enthusiastic co-worker.

Before you could even recover, Trish leaned in, her grin spreading like wildfire. “Sooo… did you finally get around to watching Sergeant Barnes’ new video?”

Your head snapped up, heart stopping in your chest. “Wha—no! Why would I… I mean… I—”

“Oh, come on,” Amy said, nudging you like she’d just caught you in a guilty pleasure. “You don’t know what you’re missing. He’s alone in this one.” She leaned closer, adding in a stage whisper, “The man has talent.”

“Uh-huh,” Trish agreed, nodding like a sage. “No costars this time. Just him, going all in. It’s… impressive.”

You clutched the edge of your desk, mentally scrambling for any kind of response that would shut them down without revealing the secret you swore you’d take to the grave: that Sergeant Barnes was actually your neighbor.

You swallowed, managing to squeak out, “You know we’re in an office, right? As in, the place we do work?”

“Oh please, don’t act like you’re all professional now!” Trish smirked, crossing her arms as she gave you a knowing look. “You were all too eager to do some ‘research’ when we told you about him the first time.”

“Yeah!” Amy joined in, her grin absolutely diabolical. “You should be thanking us! The way you’re looking right now, I’d bet you already took a look this morning.”

You spluttered, mortified. “No! I mean, of course not! It’s just—this is… inappropriate.”

Amy snorted, clearly unconvinced. “Uh-huh, sure. And here I thought you had a little curiosity.”

You glared, fully prepared to tell them off, but Amy cut in first, smirking as she leaned over your desk. 

“C’mon, Y/N, it’s just us girls. Tell me you don’t have some curiosity about what the man can do when it’s just him and the camera.”

You felt the heat rise in your cheeks, struggling to keep your cool. “No, I’m not curious! Not at all. And maybe you two shouldn’t be either, because, oh, I don’t know… WE ARE AT WORK!”

They both cracked up, sharing a delighted high-five as you buried your face in your hands, praying for the ground to open up and swallow you.

“Oh, we’re just messing with you,” Trish said, barely holding back laughter. “But seriously, girl… you look like you need to unwind. Maybe with a drink or… you know… a little quality screen time?”

“Or maybe someone live and in-person?” Amy chimed in, waggling her eyebrows.

You groaned, face down on your desk, cursing the fact that they would never, ever know the full story.

× × × × 

You stepped into the lobby, utterly drained from the day, just as the elevator doors began to slide shut. Without a second thought, you bolted, slipping in right before they closed. Only then did you realize the universe was playing tricks on you.

Because standing right there, with a half-smirk on his face and way too much knowing mischief in his eyes, was Bucky. Alone.

You froze, instantly regretting every choice that had led to this moment. But it was too late now, so you plastered on a polite smile and tried not to look like a deer caught in headlights.

Bucky’s eyes twinkled as he took you in, leaning casually against the side of the elevator as he said, “Tired?”

You laughed, and before you could stop it, the laugh turned into a borderline deranged chuckle. 

“Oh, yes, thank you very much,” you replied, sarcasm slipping out before you could rein it in. Then, muttering under your breath but clearly audible, you added, “Maybe keep it down too… in the morning.”

He chuckled, looking way too amused. “Sorry about that. Work, you know? She, uh… went home right after, don’t worry.”

Your face went flaming hot, and you whipped your head to look straight ahead, pressing your lips together like that would somehow save you from this horror. 

“Oh, you don’t… you don’t have to explain it to me,” you stammered, feeling like your cheeks were practically on fire. “I’m not worried.”

The smirk only widened. “Good to know.” He leaned in just a little, adding, “I wouldn’t want to keep you up… unintentionally.”

You choked, your hand flying up to cover your mouth as you let out a mortified laugh that you could barely stop from turning into a squeak. Just get to your floor, just get to your floor… you chanted internally, keeping your gaze laser-focused on the elevator doors.

But you could feel him watching you, could practically feel the amusement radiating off him as you tried to pretend that your life hadn’t just devolved into a rom-com nightmare.

Finally—finally—the elevator dinged at your floor. You stepped out, sighing with relief, only for Bucky to step out right behind you.

“Hey,” he called, making you pause and turn reluctantly. He was smiling, hands casually shoved into his pockets as he looked you over. “Are you coming to the rooftop pool party this weekend?”

“No,” you replied flatly, the answer escaping before you could even pretend to think about it.

He laughed, clearly not deterred. “Aw, come on. You sure? It’ll be fun.”

You shook your head vigorously, waving him off. “No, no, I’m good. I’m… not much of a party person.”

“Really?” he replied, stepping a little closer, his smile turning into something dangerously persuasive. “It’s just neighbors hanging out, not some crazy nightclub thing. Good music, food… probably no loud… work, either.”

You glared, suppressing an eye roll as he gave you a wink. “I’ll pass, thanks.”

“Oh, come on,” he said, still grinning. “If you don’t show up, who am I going to talk to about all the ‘work’ complaints?”

You stifled a laugh, trying to maintain your resolve. “Pretty sure there are other people you can bother with that.”

“But none of them have your… constructive feedback,” he replied, his gaze dropping to the floor as he pretended to look shy. “And honestly, I need someone to keep me in check. I’m a handful at parties. Who else is going to stop me from climbing onto tables?”

You snorted, crossing your arms as you tried not to crack a smile. “I highly doubt you’re a handful at a pool party.”

He raised an eyebrow, challenging you. “Come and find out.”

You looked away, shaking your head but feeling the corners of your mouth tug upward. “Bucky, I’m not going.”

“So, you’re saying you’ll leave me up there with all these people who… don’t know me as well as you do?” He tilted his head, giving you a mock-pout.

Your face turned red, and you sputtered, “I don’t know you! I barely know you!”

“Oh, so all those research sessions weren’t exactly getting to know me?” he replied, grinning as he watched you turn an even deeper shade of crimson.

“You—ugh, you’re impossible,” you muttered, finally laughing despite yourself.

“That’s what everyone says,” he said, his voice softening just a little as he held your gaze. “Come on, Y/N. I promise, no loud work. I’ll even save you a spot.”

You sighed, feeling the last bit of resistance crumble. “Fine. But only for an hour.”

He beamed, triumphant. “Deal. And who knows? Maybe we’ll find something to actually talk about… outside of work.”

You rolled your eyes, trying to ignore the way your heart did a little flip. This is going to be a disaster, you thought. But somehow, you didn’t mind as much as you thought you would.

× × × × 

The weekend took forever to arrive, but somehow, you survived it—mostly by avoiding Bucky and doing your best not to think about that ridiculously intriguing video he’d hinted at. Nope, not even a peek. It was your own personal victory, though it took every ounce of willpower you had.

And now, here you were, standing at the rooftop entrance, mentally psyching yourself up. You’d put on a two-piece swimsuit under a white sheer cover-up, feeling only slightly self-conscious as you stepped out. Only because you hated drawing attention to your body. 

The party was already in full swing, a mix of upbeat music and laughter filling the air. You scanned the crowd for a certain troublemaking neighbor, but no sign of him. Great, you thought, rolling your eyes. Bucky drags me up here, then vanishes like an ass. Typical.

You made a beeline for an empty lounge chair, setting down your bag and towel, hoping you’d have a chance to relax before anyone else noticed you. But just as you were about to sit, a deep voice called out.

“Hey there!”

You turned to see an equally impressive figure—a tall, muscular guy with a sun-kissed smile, striding over with a confident swagger. 

“I’m Johnny,” he said, flashing a grin as he handed you a cold glass of beer. “Welcome to the party.”

“Oh! Thanks,” you said, taking the glass, feeling only slightly overwhelmed by all the testosterone on this rooftop. “Nice to meet you, Johnny.”

“Likewise,” he said, eyes flicking over you with the appreciation of someone who knew exactly what he was looking at. “Didn’t expect to see a new face up here. I know most of the regulars.”

“Yeah, I… usually keep to myself,” you admitted, suddenly feeling awkward under his gaze.

“Well, glad you’re here,” he said smoothly, gesturing to a chair beside yours. “Mind if I join you?”

Before you could answer, another familiar voice cut through the air, low and unmistakably amused. “Johnny.”

You turned slowly, bracing yourself for whatever cocky look Bucky had in store, but when you finally laid eyes on him, your brain just… stopped. No thoughts, head empty, because the second he strolled into view, you swore you heard the sultry opening saxophone of Careless Whisper start playing, echoing dramatically in your head like some corny, slow-motion rom-com entrance.

He moved in perfect sync to the imaginary music in your head, each step more absurdly cinematic than the last. This can’t be happening, you thought, but somehow, there he was—tan skin, swim trunks slung just right, and that damn casual shirt hanging open over his shoulders. The man looked like a vacation ad, except he was bringing you dangerously close to a heatstroke.

As he got closer, the sax solo in your mind reached ridiculous, life-altering levels of intensity. Why do you have to look like this? you thought, nearly choking on the vision before you. Bucky’s smirk turned into something almost smug, like he knew exactly what effect he was having, as if he, too, could hear the George Michael anthem of seduction playing in your head. You half-expected him to whip out an actual saxophone and start serenading you right there.

You swallowed, barely keeping yourself from drooling, and willed yourself to stay composed. Get a grip, you told yourself, though you were about 98% certain your jaw was on the verge of dropping.

“Sorry, Johnny,” he said smoothly, not even glancing at the other guy. “I think she already has company.”

You quickly tried to compose yourself, forcing a neutral expression as you willed your face not to betray the sheer catastrophe your brain was going through. 

“Oh, hey, Bucky,” you said, hoping your voice didn’t sound as strangled as you felt. Inside, you were practically screaming. Why do you have to look like a freaking Greek god, Barnes? It’s rude, honestly.

Johnny raised an eyebrow, his eyes flicking between the two of you, clearly picking up on the tension. “You two know each other?”

Bucky leaned casually against the lounge chair next to yours, flashing a grin that practically oozed mischief. 

“You could say that. She’s my neighbor,” he said, his tone implying… well, all sorts of things. You immediately knew that everyone within earshot was definitely getting the wrong idea. “And I’ve been trying to get her to come out of her shell for a while now.”

Come out of her shell? You wanted to throttle him. But before you could retort, Johnny, ever the gentleman, just gave you a knowing wink and clapped Bucky on the shoulder. 

“Well, guess I’ll let you take over, then,” he said, sauntering off with an amused smile.

You sighed, turning to face Bucky, who looked all too pleased with himself as he settled in beside you, stretching out like he owned the place. 

“So, you made it,” he said, taking a leisurely sip of his drink as his eyes did a once-over that was a little too thorough.

“Yep,” you replied, your voice barely concealing your exasperation. “I showed up, just like I said I would. Where were you?”

He shrugged, that stupid smirk still plastered on his face. “Was just giving you a chance to make some new friends,” he said, his tone way too casual.

You rolled your eyes, taking a sip of the beer Johnny had given you. “Please. You just love making an entrance.”

He chuckled, clinking his glass with yours. “Can’t say you’re wrong about that.”

As he leaned back, his gaze lingered a little too long, making your cheeks heat up. 

“Nice cover-up, by the way,” he commented, smirk widening. “It’s… modest.”

You shot him a look, feeling suddenly self-conscious about the sheer fabric draped over your swimsuit. “Why, thank you. That was kind of the point.”

“Yeah?” he replied, his voice dropping just a notch. “Shame, though. Bet that swimsuit’s got a whole lot of personality under there.”

You practically choked on your drink, coughing as you glared at him. “You’re such a flirt, Barnes.”

He chuckled, clearly unbothered by your reaction. “Hey, just saying what everyone’s thinking.”

You settled back in your chair, determined not to let him get the upper hand. But as you sat there, pretending to ignore him, you couldn’t shake the feeling that, despite everything, you were enjoying this game just as much as he was.

You took a deep breath, narrowing your eyes at Bucky, who was looking far too pleased with himself. 

“Like I said, just one hour,” you told him firmly, crossing your arms as if that would somehow fortify your resolve against whatever mischievous plans he undoubtedly had.

He raised an eyebrow, his smirk turning even more devilish. “Oh, I’m sure an hour will be more than enough.”

You scoffed, rolling your eyes. “For what? So you can drive me insane and then sit back and enjoy the show?”

He chuckled, leaning a little closer, and you felt your heart rate spike. “Maybe. But I was thinking more along the lines of just… keeping you entertained.”

“Oh, I’m plenty entertained, thanks,” you shot back, trying to sound unimpressed despite the heat creeping up your neck.

He shrugged, unfazed, and settled back into his lounge chair. 

“Good. Then let’s make it the best hour of your week,” he said, flashing you a wink that sent a new wave of exasperation—and, annoyingly, a bit of excitement—through you.

You huffed, shaking your head as you took a sip of your drink, determined not to let him see just how much that smirk was affecting you. Just one hour, you reminded yourself. What could possibly happen in one hour?

As you and Bucky settled into a strange, almost comfortable silence, you heard a booming voice from across the pool.

“CHICKEN FIGHT!” Johnny’s voice rang out, loud and enthusiastic, immediately grabbing everyone’s attention.

You whipped your head around, eyes widening. Johnny was wading into the pool, rallying everyone like some kind of pool party commander. “Come on! Everyone in! We need two teams!”

“Oh, no,” you muttered under your breath, instinctively shrinking into your lounge chair, hoping you’d be overlooked in the shuffle. Absolutely not happening, you thought, clutching your drink like a lifeline.

But Bucky, of course, was already grinning ear to ear. He turned to you, his eyes gleaming with excitement and mischief. 

“You heard him,” he said, patting your shoulder like this was some team-building exercise. “We’re going in.”

“What? No!” you hissed, clutching your drink tighter as if that would save you. “I didn’t sign up for a chicken fight. I’m just here for moral support.”

Bucky laughed, standing up and stretching in that way that only he could pull off without looking ridiculous. 

“Oh, come on,” he said, flashing you that smug, challenging grin. “Afraid of a little friendly competition?”

You shook your head, digging your heels in. “Nope. Not happening. And it’s not friendly—it’s dangerous!”

“Oh, don’t be such a chicken.” His smirk widened, and then, with a theatrical sigh, he added, “Guess I’ll just have to find someone braver.”

Your jaw dropped. “Oh, you’re really going to play that card?”

He shrugged, glancing around with feigned disappointment. “Guess so. Shame though. I thought you could handle it.”

It was the final straw. With an exasperated groan, you threw down your drink and stood up. 

“Fine! I’ll do it.” The second the words left your mouth, you instantly regretted them, especially as you saw Bucky’s smirk morph into full-blown satisfaction.

“Perfect,” he said, clearly thrilled with himself.

You sighed, slipping off your sheer cover-up, feeling a sudden self-consciousness as you stood there in just your swimsuit. Bucky’s gaze flicked over you with open admiration, his grin widening just a bit. You forced yourself to ignore the butterflies in your stomach, rolling your eyes at his blatant staring.

“Enjoying the view?” you deadpanned.

“Oh, absolutely,” he replied without missing a beat, his eyes twinkling. “But we’ve got a fight to win.”

Before you could second-guess your decision, he grabbed your hand and pulled you toward the pool. Johnny spotted the two of you and cheered, pumping his fist in the air. “Yes! We got a team! Bucky and… Y/N, right?”

You forced a smile, giving him a thumbs-up while silently planning your escape route. But before you knew it, you were waist-deep in the water, Bucky hoisting you up with surprising ease, positioning you on his shoulders.

“Oh my god, this is insane,” you muttered, gripping onto his head for balance as he adjusted to your weight. “I feel like a five-year-old at a theme park.”

“Just hold on,” he chuckled, steadying himself under you. “I’ve got you.”

Your heart skipped a beat as his hands firmly held your thighs, and suddenly, this was a whole new level of intense. Focus on the fight, not the incredibly attractive man holding you in the pool, you told yourself, cheeks flaming.

Johnny waded over with his partner—a muscular, tattooed guy named Jake who was definitely taking this way too seriously. 

“Ready to lose, Barnes?” Jake taunted, grinning up at you.

Bucky chuckled, his hands tightening on your legs just slightly. “Not a chance.”

“Alright, you’re up top!” Johnny yelled, clapping his hands. “Let’s see what you’ve got!”

You barely had time to brace yourself before Jake and his partner charged at you, water splashing everywhere as they made their move. Instinctively, you shrieked, grabbing onto Bucky’s hair for dear life as the force of the impact sent you both wobbling.

“Easy on the hair!” Bucky grunted, though he was laughing, his shoulders steadying beneath you as he held his ground.

“Oh, sorry!” you gasped, adjusting your grip. But before you could even catch your breath, Jake’s partner was lunging at you again, arms flailing as he tried to knock you off balance.

“Oh, no you don’t!” you muttered, your competitive spirit kicking in. You threw your hands out, grabbing his wrists and pushing back with everything you had, determined to hold your ground.

“Yeah, that’s it!” Bucky cheered from below, his laughter bubbling up as he shifted to help keep you steady. “Show ‘em what you’ve got!”

Fueled by his encouragement—and a surprising amount of adrenaline—you leaned forward, pushing against Jake’s partner with all your strength. The guy’s face twisted in concentration, but with one final shove, you managed to throw him off balance. He teetered, arms flailing, before finally toppling backward into the water with a massive splash.

“Yes!” you shouted, punching the air triumphantly as Johnny and Jake went down in a flurry of water and defeat. “Suck on that!”

The words had barely left your mouth when reality crashed back in. You blinked, suddenly realizing that maybe—just maybe—you’d gotten a little too carried away. Oh god, did I really just shout that? you thought, the heat rushing to your cheeks as your triumphant grin quickly turned into a sheepish smile.

“Well, look at you,” Bucky chuckled from below, clearly amused by your victory-induced outburst. “Didn’t know you had it in you.”

“Yeah, well… neither did I,” you muttered, feeling the embarrassment settling in as you tried to slide off his shoulders, desperate to save whatever shred of dignity you had left. But as you started to wriggle down, you realized Bucky’s hands were still firmly gripping your thighs, holding you in place.

You froze, looking down at him. “Uh, Bucky… you can, you know… let go now.”

He glanced up, smirking. “Oh, but you’re comfortable up there. Why rush it?”

You huffed, your face going a deeper shade of red. “Because I’m very much done being the human flagpole, thank you very much.”

Bucky’s grin only widened as he kept his hold, clearly enjoying the situation far more than he should. “Nah, I think I like you right where you are. Adds a bit of… height to my reputation.”

“Oh my god,” you groaned, feeling your mortification level spike. “If you don’t let me down, I swear I’ll—”

“Fine, fine,” he laughed, finally loosening his grip, letting you slide back into the water. But just as your feet touched down, he didn’t back away—instead, he shifted closer, his hands still lingering on your waist, his gaze locking onto yours with a look that sent your pulse racing.

You took a half-step back, but there was no real room to escape, not with the edge of the pool just behind you and Bucky’s broad frame in front, all mischief and steady, unbreakable eye contact. 

“You know,” he murmured, his voice low, “you could stay longer.”

Your breath hitched as Bucky leaned just the slightest bit closer, his hands still warm and steady on your waist, his smirk turning softer yet somehow more intense. Every nerve in your body seemed to jolt to life as he held your gaze.

You cleared your throat, attempting to find your voice amid the chaos of your thoughts. 

“Uh… stay longer? For what?” you managed, trying to sound casual, though your pulse was anything but.

His smirk grew, the corners of his mouth lifting in that way that was dangerously charming. 

“For the victory lap, of course,” he murmured, his voice just above a whisper. “After all, we did just crush the competition. Wouldn’t want you running off too fast.”

“Oh, right, a victory lap,” you muttered, trying to regain your composure but finding it difficult with his hands still lingering on your waist. “But I think the whole pool just watched that ‘lap’…”

“Then they got a good show,” he chuckled, his voice warm with that teasing tone you were starting to know all too well. “But the best part of winning is savoring it… right here.”

Your face went hot as his fingers brushed slightly against your sides, sending a little spark of energy straight up your spine. 

“Bucky,” you said, the word barely a whisper. “You’re… awfully close.”

“Oh, am I?” He didn’t back away; instead, he raised a brow, clearly enjoying your flustered reaction. “Didn’t hear you complaining when you were up there, champ.”

Your cheeks went impossibly warmer. “That was different. That was, you know… competitive. Strategic.”

“Competitive and strategic?” he echoed, his grin turning almost wicked. “Well, in that case…” He shifted his hands slightly, bringing you even closer as he leaned in. “Let’s see if you’re still competitive outside the game.”

He hovered just a breath away, his gaze flickering to your lips for a moment that felt like an eternity. You felt yourself leaning in almost on instinct, your pulse racing, and for one wild, heart-stopping second, it seemed like he might actually kiss you.

But then, as if on cue, someone nearby let out a loud, obnoxious cheer, snapping both of you out of the moment. The sound jolted you, and you quickly took a step back, breaking the tension as reality crashed in.

Bucky chuckled softly, looking slightly too smug as he let his hands fall from your waist. 

“Guess that victory lap will have to wait,” he murmured, giving you one last look that promised he wasn’t quite finished with his teasing yet.

You swallowed, desperately trying to get your heart rate back to normal. “Yeah, guess so.”

As the night went on, you’d lost count of how many concoction drinks had been handed to you, and at this point, your usual sense of caution was practically nonexistent. The rooftop was a haze of laughter, lights, and music, and the whole place felt like it was buzzing with energy. Any embarrassment from earlier had dissolved into pure, uninhibited confidence, each drink making you feel bolder than the last.

One minute, you were in a drinking game, cheering Bucky on as he took down a round of shots like it was nothing. The next, you found yourself in a game of truth or dare that had somehow escalated into body shots. You’d laughed, nearly choking on your drink, when you saw Bucky sprawled out on a table, daring you with that infuriating grin to take your turn.

“Oh, come on, that's not fair,” you slurred, trying to wave off the dare as he raised an eyebrow, that smug look firmly in place.

“Back out now if you can’t handle it,” he teased, lying back and folding his arms behind his head, acting like he hadn’t a care in the world.

The crowd cheered you on, and fueled by liquid courage, you rolled your eyes and leaned down, pressing your lips to his abs, feeling his warm skin under your touch as you took the shot in a quick, heated moment. His laughter mingled with the cheers around you, and you couldn’t help but feel a rush from the attention, from his gaze, from the heat spreading across your face.

Before you knew it, you were in a round of flip cup with Bucky as your teammate, and he downed his drink, slamming his cup down with a victorious shout. He grabbed you by the waist, lifting you up and spinning you around, both of you laughing so hard you could barely stand straight when he finally set you down.

Somehow, you ended up on the makeshift dance floor, music thumping as the party around you roared on, the lights around the rooftop pool casting a glow over everyone. You’d danced with other people throughout the night, but Bucky seemed to have a way of drawing you back, his energy magnetic, his laughter contagious. It was like he was everywhere you turned, keeping pace with you, matching every laugh and smirk with one of his own.

The music thumped, lights flashed, and the DJ’s voice blared over the speakers, “Alright, party people! Here’s the deal—find someone you want to… get close to tonight and give them a kiss, a hug, heck, even a lick if you’re feeling bold!”

Everyone around you burst into cheers and laughter, the party’s energy wild and reckless. By now, you were buzzing on so much liquid courage that everything felt like the best idea ever, including the fact that you were swaying against Bucky, who’d somehow stayed by your side all night.

He leaned in, his smirk way too mischievous, and the alcohol made it feel impossibly close. 

“Did you hear that?” he slurred, barely keeping the laughter out of his voice. “I think it’d be a shame if we ignore the DJ’s request don’t you?”

You rolled your eyes, trying to brush it off, but he just grinned wider, leaning in until his cheek was practically pressed against yours. 

“Hold still,” he whispered, a laugh lurking in his voice.

Then, in a move so outrageous you could barely comprehend it, he dragged his tongue slowly from your chin up to your forehead.

“Bucky!” you shrieked, stumbling back and half falling over yourself, laughter bubbling out of you as you clutched your face in shock. “Oh my god, you did not just—”

He stepped back, looking beyond pleased with himself, the grin on his face pure, unfiltered pride. 

“What? I’m just being… obedient,” he slurred, raising his hands in mock innocence.

“You are the worst!” you squealed, laughing so hard you could barely keep it together, grabbing his arm as you steadied yourself, still half in disbelief. He just chuckled, clearly reveling in your reaction as he pulled you right back into the rhythm, your laughter mixing with the cheers around you as the dance floor pulsed with music.

They cranked up the music, and suddenly, the beat was all around you, pulsing through the crowd, as if daring everyone to let loose. The energy was infectious, and you found yourself moving in sync with him, laughing as you danced together, every touch and sway between you crackling with a chemistry that had been simmering all night.

Without thinking, you stepped closer, your hands drifting to his chest, letting your fingers splay against the warm, solid muscle. Your movements grew slower, more deliberate, and his hands instinctively found your waist, pulling you against him until there was barely any space left between you. His gaze dropped, glued on your lips, and you felt a shiver run through you, your breath hitching as he leaned in, his face just inches from yours. His nose brushed yours, and you looked up to meet his gaze, seeing the same surprised intensity reflected in his eyes.

Bucky held your gaze, his breath mingling with yours, and you could feel the tension building, electric and undeniable. He was waiting—leaving the next move up to you. If you wanted him, you knew he’d let you take him.

🎶Just let me know, can you be the one to hold and not let me go?🎶

Heart pounding, you somehow managed to press yourself even closer, feeling the swell of your chest against him, igniting a flush across his cheeks. But it wasn’t embarrassment you saw in his eyes—it was heat, a look that sent a thrill down your spine. His hand shifted, his fingers tracing along the curve of your hip, and you could feel the strength of his grip as he held you.

🎶I need to know, could you be the one to call when I lose control?🎶

The tension was unbearable, and as you tilted your face up, your lips brushed his in the softest, most hesitant caress—a question, an invitation. His resolve crumbled instantly. His hand slid to your waist, gripping the flesh there as his other hand threaded into your hair, guiding your head back so he could kiss you deeper, tasting you with an intensity that left you breathless. You let out a startled, breathless sound, and he responded by pulling you closer, cradling your face as if you were something precious, something he couldn’t bear to let go of.

Your lips parted for him, and he kissed you with a hunger that had been building for some time. His tongue traced yours, swallowing your quiet moans, anchoring you to him as his hand kept you steady. It wasn’t forceful, just… tender, like he was holding something priceless.

Your breaths came heavy, your cheeks flushed, but you barely noticed; all you could feel was him, his touch, his heartbeat pounding against yours, and the fire in his veins matching your own. In that moment, propriety, the crowd around you, everything else faded into oblivion. If he wanted you to take him right there, you couldn’t even think of saying no.

Every nerve in your body was alive, tingling with an incredible sense of lust and need as his arms held you close. His lips pressed harder, deepening the kiss, his passion and intensity only spurring you to match it. You melted against him, completely consumed by the heat and need between you, and for those moments, it was as if nothing else existed. Oxygen became secondary; the only thing that mattered was the connection between you, growing more fervent with each second.

Finally, when the need for air became overwhelming, you both broke apart, gasping, your faces inches from each other, breaths mingling as you took each other in. His lips tingled, mirroring your own, and every beat of your heart seemed to urge you back into his embrace.

“Let’s get out of here… yours or mine?” Bucky stammered between breaths, his voice husky, his eyes still filled with fire. His body radiated heat, and he looked like he’d dive into the pool at any second just to cool down.

“Mine,” you whispered, your voice breathless, cheeks flushed, a shy smile tugging at your lips as you held his gaze.

× × × × 

You both barely made it down the hallway before the urgency hit, the tension that had been building all night finally snapping. Bucky’s hands were everywhere—gripping your waist, pulling you against him as you fumbled for your keys, the both of you practically tripping over each other in your haste. As soon as you managed to unlock the door, you pushed it open, stumbling inside, his mouth crashing into yours before it even closed behind you.

Wetness pooled inside you, the need for him overwhelming as you pressed back against the door, his body meeting yours in a frenzy of heat and desperation. His stubble scraped against your skin, rough and deliciously manly, a reminder that he was all raw power and intensity. You loved it, the way it scratched against your cheek, adding to the thrill and making your skin tingle wherever he touched.

His lips found the side of your neck, warm and insistent as he kissed his way down, nipping softly, each touch leaving you breathless. You tilted your head back, giving him more access, exposing the full length of your neck to his hungry mouth. His hands slid up your sides, his fingers pressing in firmly, possessively, as his teeth grazed your skin, sending a jolt of electricity through you.

“God,” he murmured against your skin, his voice rough with desire. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this.”

You could only gasp, clutching onto him as his mouth moved up to your jaw, his hands never stilling, gripping you as if he couldn’t bear to let go. Bucky reached a hand up and placed it on your left breast, over the bikini top, and then brought his hand up to the back of your neck to pull you in closer to him. You undid the straps of your top, and down fell the top, exposing your naked breasts to him.

Holy shit—this can’t be real. Am I hallucinating? Is this actually happening? Wait—oh god, is he about to put my boobs in his mouth?!

Like a hungry child desperate for milk Bucky suckled on your nipple, squeezing the bottom of your breast passionately with one hand, and holding the other breast in his other hand. You looked down at him, licking, sucking, rubbing, and he looked as though he was transported to paradise.

He worked himself into a frenzy playing with your breast, until he wanted more. He lifted you up under your thighs, off the floor, and pressed your back against the wall.

Oh shit!

He kissed you again, his hand sliding down to press against you over your bikini bottom. With a quick, desperate motion, he tugged the fabric to the side, his fingers brushing bare skin, making your breath hitch.

As his hand cupped you, he began to move slowly, his fingers exploring, teasing. “Damn,” he murmured, his voice thick with surprise and satisfaction. “You’re so wet. Is this what happens every time you watch my videos?”

“M-maybe…” you stammered, cheeks heating, barely able to meet his eyes as a grin spread across his face.

His fingers slid inside you, moving with a slow, deliberate rhythm, each motion sending sparks through your entire body. He leaned in, his breath hot against your ear as he asked, “How many times have you touched yourself thinking about me?”

You bit your lip, trying to hold back a moan as he continued, each movement intensifying the heat pooling inside you. 

“Mmmh—why would I tell you that?” you managed, trying to sound teasing but barely able to keep your voice steady.

His grin widened, a mischievous glint in his eyes as his fingers pressed deeper, his thumb brushing against you just right. “Because I want to hear every filthy detail.”

He kissed your other nipple, the one he missed when before. Bucky always gave equal time to the breasts. Suckling on one nipple, fingering you harder and harder, you were getting more and more excited for the moment he would penetrate you.

“Oh my god—” You swallowed, feeling your face heat up and you could feel yourself slightly sobering up. With a nervous laugh, you finally gave in, your voice soft but steady.

“Fine… sometimes, late at night—ah—I’d imagine you between my legs, devouring me like your life depended on it,” you whispered, feeling your cheeks burn. “I’d—fuck—I’d think about your hands, the way they’d feel inside me, moving exactly like this…mmmh,” you gasped as his fingers pressed deeper, your own words sparking the desire between you. 

His fingers never stopped their steady, torturous rhythm, each movement deliberate, coaxing you toward the edge with a patience that was as maddening as it was intoxicating.

“And? That’s it?” he asked, his tone thick with amusement, daring you to reveal more. His thumb brushed against you in just the right way, as if encouraging you to keep talking, to give him every last detail he was craving.

“And—hah—I’d picture you… spitting in my mouth while you’re turning me on, you’d put your hand on my neck while I beg you to i dunno? reorganize my guts—because you’re so big Bucky. . . I don’t think you’ll fit inside me.”

“Oh the innocent looking ones are always the dirtiest.” Bucky’s smirk turned darker, his fingers pressing into you with a newfound intensity, his digits hooking and pressing into your most sensitive spot, causing your hips to jerk against his palm. 

“And was I just as good in your imagination as I am now?” he murmured, voice low and rough, sending shivers straight down your spine.

“Yes… yes…” The words left your lips almost involuntarily, your hands gripping his shoulders as your nails dug in, grounding yourself against the overwhelming sensation. Your face twisted with pleasure, each stroke of his digits making it harder to catch your breath. 

Bucky’s eyes darkened with a fierce satisfaction as he watched you, his smirk deepening. “Better than you imagined?”

"Mhhm," you tried to respond, but it came out more like a needy moan, your voice barely a whisper under the intensity of his touch.

Bucky's smirk grew at the sound, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction as he took in every reaction, every tremble. "That’s what I thought," he murmured, his voice dark and teasing.

Bucky carried you through the open door of your bedroom, his movements purposeful, every touch sending sparks across your skin. When he reached the edge of the bed, he lowered you onto the mattress, but before letting you go, he bent down to capture your lips in a kiss—a kiss that felt as intimate as it did electrifying.

You couldn’t help but notice the difference; this was something he never did in his videos. Bucky never kissed anyone on the lips on screen. But here, he kissed you slowly, deeply.

His hands moved to your shoulders, firm but gentle as he guided you back into the soft downy mattress. “There you go, baby,” he murmured, his voice warm and low. “Lean back.”

He knelt down at the side of the bed. He pulled off your panties, the final barrier to your sex. He pushed your legs apart and back, and gazed at your pussy, already wet for him.

He stared at your exposed pussy for ten seconds, admiring it like it was the greatest work of art he had ever seen.

"Your pussy," he said, his lips nearly brushing your sex. "It's beautiful.”

You lifted your  head up and looked at him. Your jaw was dropped and you were already starting to feel tingles up your body, even though he hadn't licked you yet. You heard his breathing get heavier and heavier, he was so excited to put his lips on your pussy.

Two large fingers of his left hand spread your lips. Two large fingers of his right hand rubbed your clit in strong circles. Each circle sends a shock wave through your body.

"You smell fantastic," he declared, and he dove his mouth right on top of your wet and stimulated clit. Up and down he licked. Up and down, his mouth clasped tight against your pussy.

"Oh," you moaned, as your eyes rolled up to the back of your head. Your arms—with a mind of their own—grabbed the back of your thighs and lifted them back, presenting yourself to this man who used to be on the screen and was now bringing you to ecstasy. He'd only just started to lick you, but even so you felt ready for him to enter you and never leave. 

As Bucky continued to eat you like you’re his last meal, each suction sending thrills through you, a sudden wave of doubt crashed over you, freezing you in place. Images flooded your mind—women he’d been with, all effortlessly beautiful, the kind who exuded confidence and allure. How could you compare? This had to be nothing more than another fleeting thing for him, a “friendship” that would end the moment the night was over.

You tensed, your hands moving to gently push him back. “Bucky… wait,” you managed, your voice barely above a whisper.

He looked up from between your legs, his expression softening instantly as he met your gaze. 

“What’s wrong?” he asked, his voice gentle, concerned.

“I… I just…” You stammered, the words getting caught in your throat before you finally managed, “I don’t want to be… one of your girls.”

Bucky blinked, taken aback, his expression shifting as if the words had struck something unexpected, almost offended. 

“One of my girls?”

You nodded, biting your lip as you searched for the right way to explain. “I… I don’t do one-night stands,” you admitted, feeling vulnerable. 

Bucky nodded slowly, his tongue pressing into his cheek as he rose to his feet. "Mhm—no, I get it... it's because of my job," he said, his tone carrying a hint of defensiveness.

You sat up, noticing the shift in his demeanor. "Are you mad?" you asked softly, uncertainty creeping into your voice.

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I'm not mad," he replied, though his clenched jaw suggested otherwise. "I just didn't think you'd see me that way."

"See you what way?" you pressed gently.

He met your gaze, his eyes reflecting a mix of frustration and vulnerability. "Like I'm some guy who just goes around collecting flings," he explained. "I thought you knew me better than that."

You swallowed, choosing your words carefully. “It's not that I think poorly of you,” you said. “It's just... your work makes things complicated for me. I don't want to be another notch on anyone's belt.”

He took a deep breath, his expression softening. “I understand where you're coming from,” he admitted. “But believe me when I say that this—” he gestured between the two of you “—is different for me.”

“How do I know that?” you asked quietly.

He stepped closer, his eyes sincere. “Because I don't share moments like this with just anyone,” he said. “You think I go around kissing people like that? Off-camera, in my real life?”

Bucky’s expression shifted, his brows knitting together as he crossed his arms, clearly growing more frustrated. “I thought you knew the difference between who I am on-camera and who I am off it,” he replied, his tone clipped.

You sighed, trying to hold your ground. “Bucky, you’re the one who kept teasing me to watch your videos, practically encouraging me to make it my new hobby—how am I supposed to ignore what you do?”

He scoffed, running a hand through his hair in irritation. “Because those videos aren’t me,” he said, voice rising. “You’re acting like everything I do there is just some extension of my personal life, but it’s a job, Y/N. I don’t go around living like that off-set.”

You crossed your arms, not caring that the blanket had slipped off, leaving you bare before him. 

“And I’m supposed to just... pretend that all of it doesn’t mean anything?” you shot back, feeling a twinge of vulnerability but refusing to let it show. “You kept making those jokes, those comments—you have to see how confusing it is for me.”

He took a step closer, his eyes narrowing. “And you think I just do that with everyone? That every person who walks into my life gets these... moments with me?” His gaze softened slightly as he gestured between the two of you. “If that were the case, do you think I’d be here, right now, trying to convince you?”

You opened your mouth to reply, but the words caught in your throat. His intensity was throwing you off balance, forcing you to question your assumptions. You’d expected him to brush this off or laugh, not take it to heart.

He shook his head, a frustrated laugh escaping him. “You don’t get it, do you?” He looked at you, his eyes full of something you couldn’t quite name. “I don’t have to be here, fighting for this. I could have walked away and yet here I am.”

You swallowed hard, feeling a lump form in your throat as the weight of his words settled heavily between you. The intensity of his gaze, the raw honesty in his voice—it was all too much, too fast, and yet it tugged at something deep inside you, making it impossible to brush off. But your heart was pounding, confusion and vulnerability swirling together, and you weren’t ready to face everything his words were unearthing.

“I… I think we should call it a night,” you said quietly, barely able to meet his gaze, the words coming out softer than you intended.

For a moment, he looked at you, his expression unreadable, and you could see him processing your response. Then, with a quiet sigh, he nodded, stepping back to give you space.

“Alright,” he replied, his voice subdued. “If that’s what you want.”

The room felt suddenly colder, the tension between you now tinged with a quiet ache. You could tell he was holding back more that he wanted to say, but he respected your decision, his expression guarded as he looked away.

You bit your lip, your mind racing with things you couldn’t bring yourself to say, with emotions you weren’t quite ready to admit. 

“Thank you… for understanding,” you managed, feeling the weight of your choice settle over you.

He gave a small nod, his jaw tight, before he turned toward the door. 

“Goodnight, Y/N,” he said softly, pausing for a moment as if hoping you might change your mind, before finally leaving your apartment, the main door shutting made you flinch even though Bucky closed it softly.

The silence that followed felt heavier than you expected. The tension that had filled the room moments ago lingered, and a wave of frustration washed over you, mixing with regret and uncertainty. You took a shaky breath, running a hand through your hair before letting out a long, exhausted sigh.

Without thinking, you grabbed the nearest pillow, buried your face into it, and let out a muffled scream, releasing all the emotions you couldn’t quite put into words. The pillow absorbed the sound, but it did nothing to ease the twist of emotions churning inside you. Finally, you pulled the pillow away, feeling just as conflicted as before, wondering if you’d made the right choice… or a terrible mistake.

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4 • Operation: The Party ... The After Party & Late Night Strolls | OPERATION: FAKING IT ...?

4 • Operation: The Party … The After Party & Late Night Strolls | OPERATION: FAKING IT …?

Description: Horrible politicians, a nosey Natasha & a very important question for Bucky during a game of Truth or Dare. Will you & Bucky finally share your feelings?

Pairing: Beefy Bucky Barnes x Female Avenger Reader

Word Count: 9k

Warnings: Cute Bucky, swearing, discussions of injury, guns, suggestive language, 18+, there's some rubbing & thumb sucking, (no smut yet).

A/N: I have been told to not apologise for the word count so I'm not! FYI, lets just pretend that the puppies in the pictures below are the same, there are not enough photos of Sebastian Stan with puppies on the internet! Also let me know if you spot the Lana Del Rey lyric.

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Turns out Tony did manage to find a ‘publishable’ photo despite making you look through each one pointing out all the tongue shots with a running total, he stopped counting after 47, you thought it was hot & he really wasn’t impressed when you emailed a select few to yourself. Once the photos hit the media they did the news rounds, people seemed genuinely excited & it seemed to quash any rumblings of the whole thing being fake. Fake, you hated that word, no matter how it all came about your feelings towards Bucky were as real as they come & the little family you two had forged was real, every day you were happy because of him. How is that fake?

Whatever purgatory your actual relationship found itself in you decided to just let it be, you wanted more but understood if you weren’t enough for him, either way you’d enjoy the closeness & kissing whilst it lasted. You had been spending all your time with him since your dinner date, Bucky used whatever excuse he could to see you, he would climb into your bed every morning after taking Burtie out for his morning bathroom visit & he would turn up at your lab most days to hang out whilst you worked, your productivity levels were at an all-time low but being snuggled up out of view of the security camera with your super solider & pup you didn’t care, Tony brought this on himself as far as you were concerned.

There were no further kisses since the restaurant due to lack of excuses, apart from when Bucky claimed he needed some of the lip balm you had just applied, despite questioning how licking it off your lips helped his own, you didn’t complain, you may have reapplied hoping for a repeat, which of course worked like a charm.

Bucky went weak at the knees at the picture you sent & practically abandoned the weights in the gym to get to you, he had to physically restrain himself when you were waiting for him having not changed. Once you threw yourself into his arms he felt how soft the fabric was & now all he wanted to do was fall asleep with his head in your lap & have you run your fingers through his hair as he snuggled into you.

Burtie watched all the bright lights of the drive thru with fascination & wiggled in excitement on your lap at the smells invading the car, he of course charmed the pants off Debbie your server & earned himself a bonus nuggie. You & Bucky took turns eating & holding your very eager puppy trying to munch on anything in sight, you kept trying to sneak him fries but Bucky would wrestle it from you before you got to him. You knew he was right, but it didn’t stop you sulking, you just wanted Burtie to love you, so would give him anything he wanted even if it was bad for him. 

You had recently fallen into a routine of late-night snacks & walks to tire Burtie out before bed so once you got back to the tower you grabbed a jacket & you both headed to the park. Summer evenings in New York were always your favourite, the heat subsides & channels of soft breezes travel through the skyscrapers, the Super Solider with his hand joined with yours always took these moments with the reverence they deserved, although not as quiet as Wakanda, he still felt the peace he associated with his time there wash over him each night. You were his peace, he could be on a battlefield with atomic bombs being dropped from the sky & one look at you would silence all the noise, you would eclipse all the horror surrounding him & beckon him to peace like a siren calling him to the depths of the ocean, he'd drown for you.

--

In true Tony Stark fashion, he decided your third operation would be at one of his infamous parties, there would be a lot of press in attendance & that was his entire excuse under the guise that it was a birthday party for the head of robotics assistant. Everybody bought it.

Unfortunately, part of Tony’s parties always included the bit where you had to find a dress, naturally Nat insisted on joining you on the search, you usually made a day out of it, you did try & protest her tagging along because you knew Tony had arranged a fitting at a boutique rather than ‘lowering yourself to an off the rack number’. She rolled her eyes at you once you made it clear that it would be a whistle stop trip because you had a super solider warming your bed with your dog & you wanted cuddles. 

The plush interior of the boutique was in complete contrast to the grey run-down street it lived on, rich purple velvets lined the walls with chandeliers that made your head spin when you contemplated how they changed all the bulbs, maybe Tony should send Peter to assist next time they needed replacing. You were both greeted with champagne & canapes whilst the room was prepared, colourful fabrics adorned every available surface & all of the dresses on mannequins lined up were breath-taking, but completely OTT for a party held by Tony Stark. The seamstress Valentina ushered you into the fitting room & led you to the pedestal in the centre surrounded by 360 degree mirrors, after discussing fabrics, style & occasions you would need dresses for she got to work with her measuring tape & very firm fingers contorting your limbs & body to her whim whilst she shouted out numbers to her assistant busily scribbling them down.

Natasha sat on the plush tub chair sipping on champagne whilst she watched on in fascination from the moment you set foot in the place, ‘Why has Tony done all this for you just for a party?’

You knew the interrogation was inevitable, you hadn’t been avoiding her as such, but you were spending so much time with Bucky it just naturally meant less with your other friends, so with her finally getting you one on one it was bound to happen ‘You know how he is Tash, I am his first born.’

‘True, but you usually just go to a store & buy your dress on his card, something isn’t adding up, is Bucky proposing or something? Although why would Tony care about that?’

You almost spat out your champagne at the ridiculousness of her statement, one, that wasn’t remotely what was going on & two Bucky wouldn’t ever propose to you like that, it would be far too flashy & attention seeking for either of you … not that you had thought about it at all. What kind of spy was she?

‘Fuck no, why would you think that & on what planet would he ask me like that?’

‘So, you’ve thought about it, I can tell from your face, such a public setting is so not Bucky or you for that matter.’

Fuck, maybe she’s better than you gave her credit for.

As Valentina continued measuring every single inch of your body you noticed your phone light up on the table next to Nat, being the nosey friend she was, her eyes homed in on it.

‘You got a text from Bucky Bear.’ She looked disgusted at herself for saying it.

‘Whaaat? Look at that man & tell me he’s not a big teddy bear.’

‘Not to me, but I’m not you, never were.’ She was so dismissive in her tone, but it was a pointed comment with something deeper behind it.

‘What’s that supposed to mean?’

‘I may have drunkenly made a pass at him once & he very politely turned me down, his reasonings were logical but I knew they were a lie, he has an obvious tell. I always thought he was just into someone else, turns out it was you.’

‘Shit Natasha, you should have said if you were into him, I would have been your wing man, it definitely wasn’t me who he was into. Maybe he didn’t know you wanted that, he’s oblivious to those kinds of things, I’d have talked to him for you, he’d listen to me.’

‘hmmm’ her eyes narrowed, ‘why are you so adamant that he wasn’t into you? He clearly was, he always followed you around like a lost puppy. You’re saying you would have set me up with Bucky, the guy you’re with now so if you had & it had worked out between us you wouldn’t be with him now’

Shit.

‘Well, not now obviously but back whenever you did.’

‘So, you didn’t like him too? What changed?’ alarm bells were going off in your head, the truth could set you free of her interrogation, maybe just not all of it.

‘No, I could see he was hot I mean I have eyes, but I’d put him in the friend category knowing he’d never go for someone like me, but sometimes you look at someone close enough & realise that they’re the best person you know. Look, I know I’m a lot, most guys just go through me to get to you or get sick of me before they get to meet you, but I never get that feeling from him, he likes being around me, I try to rein it in for his sake, but I know he’d probably tell me if I was annoying him instead of just ghosting me or dumping me in the middle of a road trip to see the world’s biggest cowboy hat at the side of the road … or whatever.’ You shrugged your shoulders hoping the little pout would work on Nat as well, so she’d drop it, baring your soul & all your hang-ups to people sure was a downer. You felt heavy, like you just wanted to curl up in Bucky’s arms, safe & sound, the realisation that he was your comfort dawned on you, what would happen when this was all over, could you still go to him?

‘Who the hell did that & why didn’t you tell me?’ oh you made her mad, not good.

‘I knew you’d go after him with Bucky & the last thing you two need with the general public is a controversy over some idiot. Tony would flip, so I kept it to myself, Tony picked me up & we went to see it.’

You didn’t see her gaze narrow at your choice of words, you didn’t seem to care about their public image the day you made Bucky break into the funfair & go on all the rides after hours, so why would you care now? You were too busy retrieving your phone & checking your message from Bucky to notice her intense focus on you, he had sent the most adorable selfie with Burtie.

Natasha watched your face light up as you bounced on your feet presumably texting Bucky back, something wasn’t adding up & she was determined to get to the bottom of it.

‘Why did you have a meeting with PR & Tony last week?’

The room suddenly started heating up, ‘Nat what are you getting at?’ deflect, deflect, deflect, you would have to come clean eventually but not yet, you liked pretending with Bucky & having him glued to your side all the time, you didn’t want it to end.

‘What is going on? I can read you like a book, you were a beam of sunshine replying to him, then I ask a question & I can see steam coming out of your ears from you thinking so hard, something is going on, you would have said something about dating him, it’s all too sudden & weird with the moving into the tower to then move in together, meetings with PR, custom gowns Tony insists you have, ice cream on tap that only you & Bucky can have ...’

You interrupted ‘I asked for the ice cream.’

‘But why would he give you that & Bucky specifically?’

‘Bucky likes Ice cream, I wanted him to have something nice. Tony gives me whatever I want’ You gestured around with your arms to your surroundings.

‘You don’t want any of this.’

‘Why do you have such a problem with me & Bucky? Are you jealous that he didn’t say yes to you?’ Low blow, you regretted it immediately, Bucky didn’t go for you either, but it might stop her.

‘I couldn’t ever compete with you so no, I just wanted someone for the night, I knew he would be a good fuck so went for it.’

You cringed at her words hating that she thought of Bucky like that … like you do. ‘There’s nothing to compete with.’

‘That, that is exactly what I mean when I say something isn’t right. You say he’d never go for someone like you, there’s nothing to compete with, all the self-deprecating shit. But he did go for you, why are you saying that?’

You shrug, ‘I guess it’s hard getting out that mentality when you’re used to every guy you date using you to get to Natasha Romanoff, to never really want you, for you to never be good enough.’ Your eyes glossed over & you tried to blink away some tears, turning on the waterworks always got Nat off your back.

‘Honey, you could ask that man to saw his arm off, get him to slap himself with it & he’d say thank you, he’s that gone for you. There is something more going on & you’re not telling me, fine, but know that you are good enough for anyone if you have deemed them good enough for yourself, because most of them aren’t even in the realm of deserving you, Bucky included. As for him not wanting you, that dude has a boner every time you’re in his lap which is 24/7 at the moment, I’m surprised he’s not fainted.’

Thankfully Valentina reappeared & put an end to Nat’s probing questions, you managed to stay on casual topics of discussions but felt so shitty for lying & accusing her of being jealous, there was literally nothing to be jealous about.

Bucky watched as you removed layer after layer of clothes stripping down to the sinfully tight shorts & t-shirt you made sure to wear for your fitting, something was on your mind, he could tell the second your smile didn’t reach your eyes when you stomped into the bedroom, once you had crawled into the warm cocoon he had maintained all morning & settled you let out a big sigh.

‘What’s wrong Bambi?’ he pulled you directly on top of him, it always thrilled you how he managed to manhandle you with such ease, he was so warm & held you firmly in place with your head tucked under his chin running his fingers up & down your spine, Burtie was curled up next to him giving you little kisses as you stroked him absentmindedly.

You shrugged, ‘Just feel like shit lying to Nat, she kept asking questions trying to find out what’s going on, she saw we went into a meeting with the PR.’

‘What lies have you actually told her?’ He really didn’t want to suggest letting the others in on the mission because then he’d have no excuse to pull you on to his lap all the time, he wouldn’t be able to stare at you all the time without anyone thinking he was being a creep. Once he worked out how to ask you to be his girl then it wouldn’t matter but for now keeping up with the façade in front of your friends meant he got the maximum time with you.

‘None technically, but I did accuse her of being jealous that you’re with me which is so dumb because you’re .. you’re not really.’ Your sentence tapered off at the end, you hated saying out loud despite it being true.

‘I dunno Doll, sort of feels like you’re with me right now.’ He squeezed you & placed a kiss on your head, ‘Why would she be jealous?’

‘Because she hit on you once.’

He chuckled at that, ‘I don’t think she did.’

‘Yeah she did, she said she tried to sleep with you because she thought you’d be a good…’ you stuttered saying it to him.

‘A good what Bambi?’

‘A good … fuck, you didn’t know she was trying to sleep with you?’ well that explains why he turned her down, you thought, he didn’t even know she was hitting on him. 

‘No.’

‘After all this I can have a word with her about it … if you want.’

‘Why would I want that?’

‘Dunno, Nat is like the ideal woman, most guys go for her or try to anyway.’

‘Natasha isn’t the one I want моя любовь (my love)’

‘oh, ok.’

‘Any way enough about her, you’ve not told any lies so don’t feel bad. She’s being too nosey. How was your fitting?’

‘Good, there was this fabric that I chose that will make me look like C3PO.’

‘You’d look amazing in a paper bag красивая’(beautiful)

‘Thanks Bucky Bear, can you believe she said you weren’t a big teddy bear too.’

‘I’m not, just for you Doll.’

You looked up at him ‘Just for me?’

‘You think I’m like this with anyone else?’

You shrugged your shoulders.

‘Well I’m not, only for you.’

You beamed at him, ‘If I asked you to chop off you arm & slap yourself with it would you do it?’

He laughed & did his nose scrunch thing that you loved so much, ‘where did that come from Bambi?’

‘Just something Nat said.’

He looked down at you as you looked up at him, your head still resting against his chest, ‘yeah I probably would, please don’t ask though.’

‘Never.’

‘Promise?’

‘Promise.’

You leaned upwards & nuzzled your nose into his jaw, Bucky held you tighter & leaned down to kiss you delicately, there wasn’t a camera or excuse in sight.

‘we should watch a movie, have you eaten?’

You were tucked back into his neck trying to stifle the smile spreading on your face, you were tempted to wiggle your hips to see if the other theory Nat had was accurate. 

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Better late than never, right? The party was in full swing when you finally arrived, getting glammed up for an event felt almost like a workout with The Black Widow, you rejected Tony’s offer with great offence when he offered you a ‘team’ to help you, like you needed a team. Rude. You had hair removed, moisturised, preened, curled, makeup’d yourself to within an inch of your life, Valentina you discovered understood the assignment perfectly, the dress was stunning, a metallic gold almost chainmail type fabric sewn in a simple silhouette that fit you like a glove, dare you say you looked good. 

The black glittery floor sparkled like the night’s sky underneath the guests who had already taken to the dance floor, the up-tempo jazz number being played by the band complimented the buzzing atmosphere perfectly, the waiters were carrying trays of drinks amongst the sea of people & Tony Stark was lapping up all the attention of his sycophant yes men & the press hanging on his every word. A successful soiree in the eyes of Iron Man, he just needed the special guest to arrive, he had half an eye on the stairs most of the night so let out a relieved breath when you finally graced the room with your presence.

It was easy to spot your Super Solider at the bar when you scanned the crowd, he stood out in all his glory, tall, dark & handsome. The black suit he wore was tailored to his shape wonderfully, highlighting his broad shoulders & tapering down to his slim waist, whilst his trousers were strained from his gloriously thick thighs, topping it all off his hair was slicked back showing off every inch of his pretty face, he had you melting into a puddle on the floor, he looked so fucking hot. 

When he spotted you, his eyes lit up & a broad smile crossed his face, he was the most beautiful person you had ever seen, a claim that Bucky would dispute until the day he died seeing you in your gold sparkly dress, curled bouncy hair & flawlessly beautiful smile, you looked like a fucking Oscar. This was the perfect excuse to kiss you again, there were cameras everywhere & although he would have to control his hands & cock he wouldn’t pass up the opportunity to connect his lips with yours again, he praised the lord you weren’t wearing red lipstick so that he could kiss you silly all night without ruining your makeup.

He made his way towards the bottom of the stairs where you met him, he took your hand in his & placed a kiss on your knuckles.

‘Hi Bambi.’

‘Hi Bucky.’

He was right in front of you as you stood on the first step, you were at eye level with the gorgeous man for a change thanks to the step & exceptionally high heels that you couldn’t wait to ditch, his arm snaked around you holding you firmly & as per the norm his lips were at your ear.

‘You look absolutely breath-taking Doll.’ You pulled back a little, so that you could see him in all his glory.

‘Thank you, you look so handsome.’ His scrunchy face smile made you want to cry it was so sweet, you couldn’t resist pinching his chin & as his hands brought you closer to him his eyes were focused on your lips.

‘I think we should kiss now … for the cameras.’

Nodding eagerly at him you hadn’t even noticed all of the eyes that had been focused on you since your arrival let alone the cameras pointing in your direction.

Your lips met, somewhat respectfully for a public place, you’d lost count of how many kisses you had shared at this point but each one somehow felt different than the last, this one was long, tender with just a smidgen of desperation conveying how much you both missed being connected to each other, you decided right then & there that the right amount of time between kisses was 0.165 seconds not days like the torture you had just endured.

Tony rolled his eyes after he witnessed the first kiss & you clearly giving Bucky an excuse for another the way he went in on you for the next, he did believe you when you said nothing had happened, but he felt more uneasy at that, than if you had. You two were oblivious to the feelings you shared & he wanted to knock your heads together to get you to see sense.

Having remembered you were in a public setting you retracted your tongue from Bucky’s mouth & with his firm arm around your waist he plucked you off the step, turned around & placed you on the floor with a kiss on the nose. He brushed his hand down your arm & weaved his fingers through yours then headed towards the bar with you in tow where you friends were gathered.

‘Lady Tiny, you look simply wonderful tonight.’ 

‘Thanks sparkles, you too.’ You reached up to Thor to give him a hug but with Bucky not letting go of your hand it was an awkward half hug & he made sure to swiftly pull you back to his vicinity after.

He practically growled ‘Let me get you a drink Doll.’ into your ear

‘I’ll have a watermelon paloma please.’ You waited at the bar whilst your drink was being prepared, Bucky snaked his arms around you & leaned his head on your shoulder. If people didn’t know you were taken before Bucky sure was making it obvious, your feminist ideologies regarding possessive men were being firmly overruled by your inner cavewoman wanting him to take you right there on the dancefloor so everyone knew who belonged to. Not that he would.

Even with a Bucky shaped barnacle attached to you, you were enjoying catching up with your friends & wider colleagues that you didn’t get to see very often, Tony interrupting the festivities irritated you no end, ‘Bonnie, Clyde you’re with me.’ You rolled your eyes at the thought of being paraded round the higher ups like you were a show pony, unfortunately it was part of the gig, your least favourite part but you plastered on a smile & held out your hand to Senator Graham. 

Instead of shaking he went in for the kiss, his damp lips on your knuckles made you shudder & Bucky was practically on the verge of swinging for him before you retracted your hand, whipping it on Bucky’s suit in disgust, his arm was quick to secure you to his side.

You knew politicians were awful people, but this guy was the worst, anything that came out of his mouth had your skin crawling & your eye twitching with rage, how Tony could associate with these monsters was beyond you, he did look horrified at some of the statements but the Senator somehow managed to surpass the previous one in tactlessness each time.

Unfortunately, he decided to be bold with a question pointed at you ‘I’m just curious, all eyes are on you this evening, you’re an avenger, I’m told highly intelligent, you could have any guy you wanted. Why him?’

Bucky was squeezing your hand trying to get you to focus on him & not the rage you felt was currently on the brink of spewing out.

You gritted your teeth trying to form some words that didn’t get you arrested, ‘You speak about him as though he’s not here, not human?’

‘Some would think an assassin who was responsible for the deaths of countless people isn’t.’

‘Doll, it’s fine. It was nice meeting you sir.’ He sounded so defeated & so incredibly belittled.

‘Could you be ruder to my team Graham?’ Tony was mortified that someone would speak about Bucky that way, yes, he had his issues at first, but it didn’t take long for him to recognise that Bucky wasn’t the man that killed his parents, he was a victim just as much as his parents were.

‘No, it’s not Bucky.’ You narrowed your eyes at Senator Graham ‘this man is without doubt the bravest person I have ever met, he’d lay down his life for me without question, hell he’d do it for you because he’s inherently a good man. He was tortured for 70 years because he was left behind by his comrades, presumed dead & I can’t imagine how many times he wished he were when Hydra we’re breaking him, I’ve read the files, I know how long it took them. He’s stronger than me & I have no doubt he’s stronger than you, you would have snapped like a twig. So, lets see, brave & strong, he’s caring, loyal, he protects me & let’s face it the most gorgeous man in the room, he makes me laugh & he puts up with me. He's worth a million of you. Also, FYI, the serum enhances EVERYTHING.’ You wiggled your brows whilst Bucky looked proud of himself, god he loved you so fucking much, it was bursting out of him at this point.

‘Night Graham it was a displeasure to meet you. ’You grabbed Bucky & walked away, his arms were around you & he pressed himself to you firmly with his head at the back of your neck.

‘You didn’t have to say all that Bambi.’

‘Yes, I did, there wasn’t one single lie in what I said … & I just assumed the serum thing.’

‘I was already enhanced before the serum darlin’ He pressed further into you & you lost all feeling in your legs. ‘Come dance with me sweetheart.’

You felt like you were floating, fuck living in reality, you could just stay in this version of your life where you were Bucky’s girl & he made your stomach explode with butterflies at every touch.

You danced & drank & laughed & kissed until you were being dragged upstairs by the others, neither you or Bucky wanted the event to end because you had free reign to be with each other to your heart’s desire, all the excuses were lined up every time ready for your lips to meet.

---- 

The lounge lights were dimmed when you all gathered back together having changed from your formal clothes into your comfies, you had some fluffy socks, ribbed leggings & Bucky’s hoodie on, all he wanted to do was feel what was underneath when he saw you in it, he suspected nothing. Although people vied to be invited to one of Tony’s prestigious parties very few knew about the after parties & even fewer were invited, this was strictly reserved for the team & Burtie of course.

It was more like a family debrief post party than a party, everyone would relax, share some drinks & gossip about who hooked up earlier in the night, occasionally it would get wild with drinking games & it would seem Natasha was up for the latter this particular evening.

‘Roll up, roll up, roll up, shots for us mortals, Asguardian Ale for the God & Super soldiers, spring water for the puppy, it’s truth or dare time.’

Your eyes immediately found Bucky’s, shit. He had taken a seat on the armchair in front of you & pulled you onto his lap, ‘It’s ok Bambi, relax.’ he snuggled you further into him & brushed some hair out of your face. 

Of course, the first spin landed on him, Natasha seemed to take up the maestro role with vigour, ‘Ok Buckaroo, what changed things with Bambi? What moment did you think ‘I want to fuck her’ rather than be her friend?’  You rolled your eyes & didn’t miss the shift of legs under you at the question.

‘Seriously Nat?’ Steve was blushing at her terminology.

‘What? I want to know what he loves about my friend, I haven’t approved of this yet so there’s a few things I need to know.’

You knew what she was trying to do, it was sort of sweet, but Nat didn’t do sweet, so you knew there was an ulterior motive to it.

‘What do I love about her, do you have a notepad? What changed? I opened my eyes one day & saw someone who I would do anything for, no matter how ridiculous.’

Without pause Natasha stated matter of factly ‘We’d all do that for her.’ 

‘Hear hear.’ You smiled at your friends, family all raising their glasses & lingered on Tony for everything he’d done for you.

‘Ok, I’d kill anyone of you to save her, without a second thought.’

Her eyebrow shot up ‘Steve included?’

With a single nod he confirmed ‘Steve included.’ Your eyes found Steve across the coffee table & saw the fondness he held for his friend, there was no malice in the look, he almost looked proud of him. Suck it Rogers, you’ve been replaced.

Bucky bent forward & span the bottle, being that you were sat in his lap you folded over as he did it, his broad chest pressed against you & he couldn’t help peppering kisses up your spine as you both moved back into your previous position. You shifted your legs desperate for some friction which Bucky noticed & as he guided you back to his chest his hands made their way underneath your jumper & he held your waist, the contrast in temperature between his hands set your skin on fire.

The bottle span all the way around the table typically landing on you.

You giggled knowing Bucky would be asking you the question ‘Truth’

He playfully tickled your sides whilst he came up with his question ‘What do you love most about me Bambi?’

‘Yawn, boring. What does Bucky like in bed?’ you knew Nat would be after salacious details.

You smirked knowing how annoyed she would be with your answer ‘Movies, pizza & cuddles.’ You could feel Bucky nodding his head behind you laughing at you outsmarting the former assassin.

‘Correct answer kid.’ Tony doffed an imaginary hat to you & you twirled your hand to him like you were both Victorian aristocrats. 

You tipped your head to the side to answer the original question ‘& the thing I love most about you is how safe & cherished I feel whenever we’re together.’

As you leant forward towards the bottle Bucky held you in a tighter grip, you turned back to him & the look in his eyes took your breath away, dare you think it was love? He placed a languid kiss on your lips, softer than any kiss you had shared, so relaxed & natural as if you had been kissing him all your life. When his grip loosened slightly you wriggled out of his grasp & span the bottle, again it went past all the other players & landed on Bucky.

You rolled your eyes ‘Is this thing rigged?’

Quick as a flash Natasha answered arousing further suspicions ‘Nope.’

Having replaced his hands underneath your hoodie higher up than before you could feel your heart rate picking up, he nuzzled into the back of your neck & in his deep quiet voice he made his choice.

‘Truth Bambi.’

You wiggled on his lap in thought, ‘Mmmmm’ his grip on you tightened & as he removed one hand from your side he grazed your nipple with his vibranium finger, your breath hitched & your thighs clenched together from the sensation. He brushed your hair off one shoulder, so he had some available skin to place his lips & his hand returned to your body. If he moved it higher he could cup your flesh fully, you were desperate for this man & as much as you loved sharing a bed you wanted a night to yourself & your imagination to work out these frustrations.

Sam interrupted your sinful thoughts with one of his own.

‘How many rooms have y’all christened?’ The whole room practically groaned.

‘None.’ You answered for Bucky.

‘Take a shot, you lyin’.’ He was gleefully pointing at the pair of you.

‘No, I’m not.’

‘I just want to know what not to sit on.’

‘I told you none, I’m a good girl’ you felt Bucky shift underneath you & you couldn’t help a glance back to him, if you weren’t already turned on, the look on his face would have you dripping in an instant. A quick flick of his wrist & the bottle finally landed on someone else leaving you & Bucky a private moment.

He whispered into your neck ‘What does Sam’s question mean Bambi?’

‘He was asking how many rooms have we had sex in’

‘Oh’ he couldn’t help thinking that answer would be changing very quickly if you looked at him like that again, he pulled you back to his chest & wrapped both arms around you & you rested yours against his, he was trying to control himself but with you sat directly on his cock constantly wiggling around it was proving a challenge.

The game carried on with some other participants in the next few rounds, you discovered Thor cried when he watched Moana twice, Bruce once went full hulk during sex when she decided that choking him was a good idea, thankfully the woman was fine, the first time Steve had sex after being defrosted he lasted 18 seconds & Scott has a teddy bear he sleeps with every night called Mr Cuddles. You were enjoying your reprieve until it landed back on you. The bottle giveth & the bottle taketh away all dignity.

Hesitantly you grumbled ‘Truth’

Natasha didn’t hesitate ‘How did you get shot?’

Your eyes widened fuck ‘Ok, dare’ you stuck out your tongue. 

‘Ok Bambi, I dare you to tell Bucky & the group how you were shot.’ Crumbs, damn those street smarts, her smug look was your least favourite, only Tony & Nat knew how you were shot & you made them promise not to tell anyone else so this humiliation would be worse than just confessing it to Bucky, everyone would know. You were sure they’d have a secret vote to kick you off the team after this, Bucky would be on your side because duhh, Tony too but you doubted there would be any more when they realised what a dumb ass you were.

‘No fair.’ You pouted & crossed your arms, you could feel Bucky’s thumb stroking your scarred skin under your hoodie & comforting you as always. Ugh you loved him so much.

‘You can tell me sweetheart, I might have to hunt them down afterwards & teach them a lesson, but I won’t think any less of you. Promise.’

You turned to him to look him in his eyes ‘Promise?’

‘I promise darlin’’ he hooked his pinky finger in yours.

‘Ok fine.’ Bucky sat you both upright with his chin resting on your shoulder, he held you tightly trying to reassure you that he would be right here with you, although he would have to control his overwhelming need to find whoever did it & harm them. 

‘So, I was in the field when it happened.’ You recalled. ‘On a mission with Tony & Nat doing some reconnaissance, it was a typical hydra hideout at first sight, so I hacked the door mechanism to get us in the base & we quickly realised what there were agents still active, lots of them’ Bucky’s heart rate picked up at the mention of Hydra, he placed a kiss on your shoulder in attempt to self soothe, he thought that he couldn’t hate them more but to know they hurt the woman he loved was triggering his rage. 

Before continuing you reached to the back of Bucky’s neck with your hand to play with his hair, you noticed how tense he got when you mentioned his former captives, ‘& you all know I don’t really do combat type missions, so I was a bit nervous right because I was armed & I hate guns. So, we’re there all guns blazing or ‘flickering’ for me as Nat kept saying shooting the idiots, Tony kept telling me off every time I shot an agent which was pissing me off.’ You narrowed your eyes at him.

‘Kid, you kept shouting ‘that’s for Bucky mother fukka’ & giving them the finger, it was a tad distracting.’

Bucky squeezed you tightly, smiling from ear to ear, you were an actual angel, you glanced back at him smiling knowing how much he would have loved you doing that despite it giving away your position to anyone within earshot.

‘Anyway, I was on fire right, pow one guy down, pow another, I tripped over one of them but that was ok, my knee kind of hurt but hey they didn’t expect someone on the floor so pow got one in the ankle.’

‘I mean it was kind of amazing, she was like a beached whale wriggling about with a gun shooting anything in sight.’ Nat laughed recalling the memory.

 ‘Firstly, whale? ouch, I prefer to think that I looked like an elegant mermaid. But yeah, I deserve a medal of honour or something for that day, anyway so we swept the base, I got a few more ‘James Buchanan Barnes sends his regards.’ pow’s in, no finger, kept those ones classy.’ Bucky was giggling behind you, he could listen to you talk all day, you could read him the fucking dictionary & he would be in heaven but your stories no matter how wild & long were always his favourite.

‘So yeah, we completed the mission, got the information & then headed back to the quinjet.’

‘Wait, so how did you get shot?’ Steve looked at his whits end, he rarely listened to you recalling missions due to all the tangents you found yourself going off on, so waiting for the actual information was a massive test of his patience.

‘Oh, so we were walking back to the quinjet right & Tony was blasting some AC/DC so naturally I started air guitaring … with my gun, turns out the safety was off & I shot myself.’ You shrugged, you felt Bucky shaking with laughter whilst your friends were uncontrollably laughing at you, Scott actually fell on the floor. You pouted, ‘It hurt’. Bucky managed to stifle his laughter pulling you off him so that you were standing between his legs, he slowly lifted his hoodie & gently placed a soft kiss on your scar.

‘Better?’ 

You were rendered speechless & could only muster a nod before he pulled you back to his lap, Tony was watching you both thinking you were idiots hoping the next time it landed on either of you he would force a confession from you both.

-

You were more than drunk, everyone was feeling the shots & Ale, Bucky was particularly handsy & having ventured even higher north under your hoodie after discovering his assumption was correct & that you were braless his hands were almost cupping you, teetering on it, painfully so. Somehow the game hadn’t descended into complete chaos, but Tony had stormed up to his apartment after a particularly embarrassing question you had asked muttering something about how he didn’t get to ask his question. Like you weren’t going to bring up the knowledge that he subscribed to the onlyfeet website, you had acquired the information & had been sitting on it since seeing his credit card bill when Pepper was questioning your $10,000 donation to a petition to bring out a mustard topped hot dog emoji. She thought it was an unreasonable expense, you argued it was vital because that was Bucky’s hotdog order & he got mad with the sole ketchup option. Perfectly reasonable you thought & guess what, there is now a hotdog emoji with mustard, you’re welcome world.

The bottle landed on Bucky again, the group seemed to have run out of steam with their probing questions about the two of you, you realised that you’d never actually told them you were dating Bucky, they just assumed, so you hadn’t actually told them a single lie at any point, Bucky said the moving in one so every question you answered was answered truthfully but the question on your lips had been gnawing at you for days, chipping away at you in the back of your mind whenever Bucky held you or kissed you, it needed answering & you were just drunk enough to ask it. 

You were suddenly shy, you wouldn’t ever ask it without some form of alcohol involved for fear of humiliation, but you hesitantly turned to him, ‘k I’ve got a question, but gotta be private.’

You looked over you shoulder at Natasha winking in her direction, you knew she would allow it if she thought you were whispering a filthy sex related question, it wasn’t but you didn’t want anyone else hearing what you were so desperate to ask.

You straightened up, slightly wobbly trying to balance yourself on Bucky’s leg, when he worked out that you were trying to face him he picked you up by your waist, turned you around so you were straddling his thighs, he sat up to meet you upright & you draped your arms over his shoulder, his hands pulled you forward with your butt cheeks, your centre dragging deliciously against him in the process & your eyes fluttered shut in pleasure.

His lips found your neck & he slowly dragged them across your skin to your ear, you definitely were moving your hips & for once he wasn’t stopping you ‘I don’t remember sayin truth doll.’ His dominating tone had you tingling, you couldn’t imagine what it felt like to be on your knees for him whilst he told you exactly what to do & how he liked it doing.

You held his face in your hands to look him in the eyes, he could see the desperation in your eyes for whatever you wanted to ask him, you whispered ‘Say it.’ 

‘Truth.’

You leaned in placing your mouth at his ear, his arms protectively wrapped around you, he knew what you were about to say was only for him & he didn’t want anyone else in your bubble. He knew it wouldn’t be anything rude from the overexaggerated way you winked at Nat, you were so smart you could play the best of them like a fiddle even when drunk.

‘Bucky Bear?’

‘Yes Bambi?’

‘Do you think .. that… if..’

‘Ask me sweetheart, you can ask me anything.’

 You gulped & let out a shaky breath, now or never.

‘If … if I get a little prettier, can I be your baby?’

He pulled you away from his ear, your head clutched in his hands, he should have been jumping for joy, you literally asking to be his girl, the thing he was too afraid to do but why would you ask it like that? How could you think he would want anyone but you, that you weren’t pretty enough? He could see your eyes glossed over & he didn’t hesitate to pull your face to his & smash his lips to yours, you could hear everyone whooping & hollering at the show you were giving them as he put everything he had into kissing you, pulling you as close as you could get to him. 

‘Good practice kiss.’ You whispered against his lips.

‘That wasn’t a practice Bambi.’ He followed up with a tender kiss before he rested his head against yours. ‘You are the dumbest smart person I’ve ever known, been trying to show you that I want you to be my girl & that I fucking adore you, you know that Bambi?’

You shook you head as he ran his thumb over your lip, ‘you’re perfect, too good for me, too god damn sweet.’ He softly parted your lips, pushing his thumb into your mouth, you slowly latched around it, taking it deeper & sucking it, his eyes fluttered shut & he swore he was about to cum in his joggers just from this. Thankfully the others had lost interest & you two were left in your own little world, no one could see what you were doing with your body blocking the view of the fucked out Super Soldier you were currently sat on. ‘Fuck Bambi, you gonna be my good girl?’ with his vibranium hand he pulled you back & fourth on his lap, you could feel his hard length rubbing against your folds, the friction felt like every nerve in your body was being set alight. His eyes were dark watching you suck on his thumb & writhe on his lap looking so fucking fuckable.

You nodded as his lips were back at your neck trailing kisses up to your ear, you let out a quiet moan which was music to Bucky’s ears, he wanted to know what you sounded like when you were cumming on his cock, in his mouth, on his fingers.

‘You think I’d be this hard for someone who wasn’t the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen, someone who makes my heart stop every time they look at me, someone who I have to tear myself away from at times just to not fuck them senseless every second of the day.’ He pulled his thumb away from your mouth, his hand stroked up your side underneath his hoodie, fuck he loved you wearing his clothes, they moved higher & higher until he was cupping your flesh, his damp thumb toying with your nipple.

‘Well you do Bambi, my sweet baby girl, you’re mine.’

At those words your lips were melded together again, with his prosthetic palm firmly against your back he stood you both up from the sofa, ‘Bedtime Bambi.’ Without thought your legs were crossed behind his back, you plucked Burtie out of Scotts’s arms when Bucky lowered you to collect your puppy before marching out of the party, completely unashamed of the obvious erection he was sporting.

With Bucky pinning you against a wall every 10 steps to kiss some part of you, the walk back to your room was slow, his stubble stung your skin & the thought of it doing the same thing between your legs made you grind down on him the whole way. 

He slowly lowered you to the bed once you put Burtie down for the night, his whole body covered you & the combination of warmth & pressure had you in a trance, you always felt so safe with him, the prospect of your relationship changing after tonight didn’t worry you, it excited you like nothing else. You were his, he was yours.

He managed some sentences between kisses ‘We can do anything tonight, we’ve both been drinking, I’m not that kind of guy.’

You were so turned on by him you couldn’t help but sulk, you didn’t need to be sober to know this was what you wanted. You were protesting in your head trying to find a way to say it without sounding desperate.

‘Don’t you dare pout Bambi, thought you were going to be a good girl, my good girl’

You whispered, ‘I am your good girl.’

‘Then you need to know that it’s killing me to not fuck that pout off your face, to show you everything I’ve dreamt of doing whilst touching my cock every god damn minute of the day that I’m not with you.’ He rolled his hips into you hitting you right on your centre, the moan you exhaled could send Bucky to the grave it was so sinful.

‘That’s what you’ve been doing?’

‘Yes darlin’’ he leaned back in with a tender kiss.

‘That’s hot’

‘Glad you think so, do you touch yourself & think of me?’

‘Yes… all the time’

‘Fuck, I shouldn’t have asked that. Let me take you out on a date, one I can plan. Just you & me, then I’ll bring you back to my place & fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk straight.’

‘Please touch me Bucky.’

‘Oh I love the sound of you begging for me … ‘

‘Please Sargent.’ You sounded desperate, you were desperate feeling this man’s length pressed against you.

‘Fuck Bambi.’ His resolve was crumbling quickly but he needed to do right by you, he had the rest of his life to have sex with you so one more night wouldn’t kill either of you, when it did happen he wanted to take his time, make sure you remember every touch every word he said when he worshiped you like you deserved. He doubled down & pulled away.

‘Let’s get some sleep darlin’, I’ll still be here tomorrow & every night after if you’ll take me.’

Your eyelids were getting heavier & you nodded, maybe you had more drinks than you thought. He shimmied you out of your leggings & you managed to get Bucky’s hoodie off over your head leaving you just in your panties.

He took the sight of you in, ‘Fuck, you’re perfect.’ He couldn’t help his hand reaching out & kneading your chest, toying with your nipples, he wanted to put his mouth around them.

‘Your turn.’ You felt so shy saying it, you knew nothing was happening tonight but seeing each other so bare was thrilling for you both, to be able to lie in each other’s arms completely exposed felt even more intimate than having sex would.

You watched in awe as Bucky stripped down to his boxers, ‘You’re so beautiful.’ You gently caressed the scarred skin, tracing down to his abs, his breath hitched the lower you went & it took all your strength not to touch his cock.

He pulled back the covers & waited for you to get into the bed first, once you had situated yourself he slid in behind you & cocooned you with the blanket making sure every inch of you was covered. He was still hard & you could feel him pressed against you, a wiggle of your hips had him groaning.

‘Bambi.’ His warning came out has a half moan half whine, it was exhilarating turning this big man into a moaning mess behind you.

‘What? I’m just getting comfy.’ You continued wiggling & toying with him, his hands held your hips & you could feel him pushing his into yours.

‘Sleep time, don’t make me go to my room.’ You ceased your movements & giggled at his very hollow threat.

‘I’ll be good. Promise.’ One last wiggle & you shut your eyes smiling as Bucky groaned behind you.

‘Night Bucky.’ 

‘Night Bambi.’

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me the first time i tried edibles- “i think i’m going to die”

Spicy Brownies

18+ 

High Bucky x reader 

Remember Spicy Plants ? Here’s spicy brownies. Welcome to another crack fic. 

Imagine the first time Bucky tries edibles. He knew they would hit differently than smoking but he didn’t think much would happen so he had another. Then another. He was a super solider so he’d be fine. So he had one more. 

He was fine.

He was totally and completely fine. 

“Y/N!”

“Y/N Y/N Y/N!!”

“Oh my GOD!”

You and Steve sat in the living room, giving each other panicked looks hearing Bucky yelling from your shared bedroom. You both sprinted to the elevator and ran down the hall, bursting through the door, unsure of what was going on. 

“What is it Buck- oh my god” 

“What the hell…” Steve blinked, slowly backing away while you cocked your head to the side, observing a very naked Bucky looking at the mirror. 

“He nakeyyyy” Bucky whispered, staring at himself in the mirror wide eyed, cupping his own cheeks in utter shock. “Y/n, there’s a naked man in our room” 

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perfect- b. barnes

pairings: bucky barnes x reader, wanda maximoff, natasha romanoff, steve rogers, bruce banner, sam wilson, etc. avengers except for thor because tbh i forgot him warnings: about: request! PF20 (too long hugs) + PF28 (person a lifting person b up out of excitement) + DF2 (“will you marry me?“) ! where in bucky and reader come from their anniversary dinner, and bucky brings her back to the avengers compound to relax and all. but little does reader know all the avengers are outside preparing the decoration and the garden for bucky to propose to her. then bucky proposes to her then all the avengers go out and congratulate them!

“y’know,” bucky starts, the rough of his voice softened as it always is with you, fond. he’s warm by all its definitions, heating you with his tender gaze as it falls along your features, fingers interlocked with yours, their tips rubbing sweet shapes into the dimples of your skin. “my ma woulda loved you. becca too.”

wobbly lips lift at their edges, your eyes glittering as they meet his profile. “you really think so?”

bucky nods definitively, a faint pull of his lips crinkling his eyes. “no question. becca would call you her sister and mean it by now.”

the little black box in his pocket with its fake velvet pricked and tattered with his anxious fingernails weighs heavier with the reminder of his family. he glances at your interlaced fingers, nearly able to see the ring his mother always wore--the one his father had saved up for for so long--on your own.

he feels the prickle of excitement in his chest at the prospect of his ring on your finger, suddenly unable to keep imagining and more desperate than ever for it to be real, for his thumb to run along your ring finger and bump into the ridges of the band. 

he squeezes your hand in his before he takes his fingers away, trailing them up, up, up until they loop around your wrist, pulling your hand to his chest.

“i planned one more thing for you,” he tells you, furtively sneaking a glimpse at his watch to catch the time. everything should be nearly ready by now, and his excitement tinges with nerves.

your features soften, bouncing on your heels at the revelation. “bucky,” you coo tenderly, pulling his hand along as you raise it to his chin. “this is too much. you know you’re all i need.”

he drops his lips to the back of your hand, dragging them along until they press a kiss to the side of your index. “you’re gonna love it, i promise.”

“i know i will, that’s not a doubt for me,” you reply, words melting away as you observe his face. “i love you.”

he’s never been more certain in anything as he tells you the words back, unable to help himself when he tugs you to him, lips finally meeting. you taste like honey and home, and suddenly bucky can’t wait anymore, pulling away even as every one of his cells begs him to continue kissing you forever. he nudges his nose against yours. “c’mon, i want to see your face when you see it,” he urges gently.

“‘kay,” you agree, letting him pull you along. “is this the surprise that natasha wouldn’t tell me about?”

“maybe.” his reply carries a lilt, hand squeezing yours.

“ooh, then it must be good. she had the little smile she has when it’s a nice surprise.” you shimmy your shoulders in excitement, urging him to move faster. “where are we going?”

“the compound,” bucky responds, jutting his chin in its direction. “figured you’d be tired after being pampered for so long. maybe we watch a movie and you fall asleep on my shoulder after i make you some cookies.”

you stop in your tracks and he stumbles into you, placing his hands on your arms. “bucky, you are incredible. just… fuck.” you stare at him for a moment, eyes wide, before your hands unravel from his grip, rising fast until they’re hot against his cheekbones, pulling his lips to his.

bucky hums against your lips in surprise, fingers twining down to vine around your hips.

“good idea then?” he murmurs against your lips, breathless with your intensity.

“can’t believe you’re mine idea,” you grin, pecking his lips one, two, three times. “let’s go,” you take his hand again, pressing a kiss to the back of it. “i wanna see your surprise, baby.”

he wants to drop to his knee right here and now and beg you to marry him, but you pull at his arm with a pretty pout, reminding him that you deserve perfect, and the closest thing to it waits in his surprise. 

it’s unusually quiet when bucky pushes the doors to the compound open to introduce the dark room, the general buzz of the avengers gone. you pause, sticking your head in to observe the darkness you only see when it’s really late. a glance at bucky’s watch tells you it’s not late enough. you pucker your lips in thought, turning to bucky.

“you got everyone out for the surprise?” you ask, the sight of his teeth digging into his bottom lip enough of an answer. “buck.” you say it long and breathy, disbelieving.

“only the best for my girl.” he winks, guiding you out of the doorway and toward the back. he doesn’t bother to turn on the light, and the gleam of the moon catches on the blue of his irises.

he’s nervous now. glittery static prickling his fingertips, climbing up until it reaches his cheekbones as he covertly glances out the window, catching the glimmer of fairy lights and a blink of a green eye, crinkled as it catches his. it disappears as soon as he sees it with a wink. he lets out a shaky breath, clearing his throat to steady it before he speaks. he slows when he reaches the doors to the garden, velvet curtains cloaking what is supposed to be the perfect setting of the most terrifying night of his life.

vibranium curls around the handle and his pulse quickens under your index.

“hey,” you call, squeezing his hand. “you okay?”

“yeah,” he assures, giving you a meaningful glance before turning the knob.

it’s beautiful as he pushes open the door, breath caught in his throat because it’s even better than he expected. but it’s natasha and wanda and sam and everyone who loves you, and he knows he shouldn’t be surprised. they love you almost as much as he does.

almost.

“oh my god,” you whisper from behind him, gazing at the garden in wonder, petal lips parted, arms limp at your sides. “it’s…” fingertips graze the yellow petals of tulips, gentle against white roses and speckled lilies. the twinkling lights reflect in your eyes. you let out a breath as a conclusion to your statement. “all this for me?”

“i told you,” bucky starts, meeting the vision you are; warm cheeks, grinning eyes, glossed lips pulled into the prettiest smile he’s ever seen. he remembers it from the first date he ever took you on--the brightest thing in the shitty forties themed diner you insisted on going to, caught around a striped straw inside a strawberry milkshake--in your room after the mission that left him in the medbay for a couple nights--vignetted with relief. “only the best for my girl.”

nose burning, eyes filling, you exhale something like a scoff, affectionate. sparkling eyes stare up at him, blinking fast.

“that is ridiculous,” you mutter, words tinged in incredulity and nectar. a tear streaks down your face, but your features are soft, kind.

bucky frowns. “what’s wrong?”

“i have never felt as loved as i do with you.” it’s light as you confess, true and sweet. “you make me feel so loved.”

bucky searches you, thumbs swiping away the tears that bubble down your cheeks. “that’s all i want. why are you crying, sweetheart?”

you sniffle, watery eyes desperate as they pull him in. “marry me, bucky.”

bucky freezes, caught in silence for a moment before his shoulders drop, the weight of the stress gone. “honey, you’ve gotta be kidding me.”

“what?” it’s dipped in confusion, fearful when he begins to chuckle.

he digs into his pockets, pulling the box out, dropping to a knee like he had been yearning to.

you gasp, lips behind your fingers. there’s rustling that neither of you notice.

“‘had this all planned out,” he starts, laughing tearfully. he pops open the little velvet box. “will you marry me?”

“i asked first,” you hiccup, but you’re dropping to his height too.

“yeah, i’ll marry you, doll. ‘f course i will.”

“me too,” you cry, falling into his arms, the ring forgotten as you kiss his face repeatedly. his arms wrap around you and don’t let go, squeezing you tightly. your arms loop around his neck, hanging on as he rises, lifting you up with him.

“ring,” he remembers, still aching to see it on your finger. he begrudgingly puts you back down on the ground, fumbling with the box to pull it out. your fingers are trembling as you hand them to him, breath getting caught in your throat when he slides it on.

“it’s your mom’s,” you notice, eyeing the deep color of the stone, the small steel hands holding it in place, molding into what looks like flower vines with smaller stones until they’re the other hand. “but it’s different.”

“i wanted it to be perfect for you,” bucky explains, tinted with anxiety. “you like it?”

“it’s perfect,” you confirm, a hand rising to his jaw so you can kiss him again. “everything is perfect.”

excited din finally escapes from the green and the avengers follow, stepping out from behind trees and vines that crawled up to cover them. 

you gasp when you see them, rushing to meet your friends. bucky’s arm stays around your waist, he’s beaming, a grin splitting his face.

tony is out first, his face bright as he envelops you in a hug, whispering his congratulations into your hair. he settles bucky with a tentative smile and a firm nod. “i’m glad it was you, barnes.”

“me too,” bucky tells him.

bruce wraps you tightly in his embrace, before coming up to bucky. “the big guy and i know she can protect herself just fine, but…” he nudges his glasses up his nose. “i’m sure you know what i mean.”

clint drapes an arm around bucky and squeezes. “finally, huh?” he teases. “knew she’d ask you first, though. steve owes me twenty dollars.” you laugh, finding your way back into bucky’s chest again, nestled under his arm.

“you have no idea how hard it was to stay quiet,” wanda exclaims, grabbing your hands.

“i had to cover her mouth with my hand,” natasha adds.

“shut up, you were bouncing on your feet when she asked him to marry her,” wanda argues.

“oh, man, i can’t believe she beat you to it,” sam grins, clapping bucky on the back.

“me neither,” steve groans. “you cost me twenty bucks, punk.”

“sorry,” bucky says offhandedly, but he’s barely paying attention to their words, his focus unmoving on you.

you’re chatting happily with your friends, waving your hands as you speak, smile threatening to overtake your face.

it’s even better than he thought, the sight of his ring on your finger.

reckless- b. barnes

pairings: bucky barnes x reader, platonic!sam wilson, platonic!natasha romanoff, platonic!steve rogers

warnings: mentions of injuries, descriptions of fighting, angry bucky, a horrible ending, i kind of really hate this

about: “the things i feel for her are unlike anything i’ve ever felt before.” for a sleepover!

i actually wrote another one with the same quote but i didn’t think it fit so i changed it (that one will be posted tomorrow or the day after so i can edit it)

you’re annoyingly reckless to a point where it gets dangerous.

he’s told you this a thousand times before but you don’t listen- aren’t listening at the moment.

he knows it’s ironic that he’s being reckless by not paying attention to what’s going on, too concentrated on you- even if you’ve told him countless times that you literally can’t die (to which he responds with a “you never know!” because, really do you?)- but he has a metal arm and sam, who’s been hovering around him like a vulture after noticing his lack of concentration.

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new year, better boyfriend- b. barnes

pairings: bucky barnes x reader, unnamed ex x reader warnings: cheating, a break up, friends to lovers, fighting, blood, bucky breaking your ex’s nose lol about: a request! DF 41 or DA 19?(DF41) “are you going to cry? please don’t cry.” (DA19) “touch her, and i’ll murder you.”

letters blur together as you stare at the text on your phone. sweet, undeserving words concerned over your boyfriend sent hours ago, offering to bring soup and take care of him because nobody deserves to be alone on new year’s day; a response you’d thought representative of who you thought he was following only a few seconds after. you figure your boyfriend didn’t want you to arrive at his lonely house to discover his lies.

ex-boyfriend. right.

you sniffle when you remember, pressing the back button to go back to your message list, only to receive another reminder of the betrayal as you see the apologies from your friends, the girl who had sent you the video of him making out with another girl only a string of numbers with a gray sentence underneath reading i’m sorry.

you roll your eyes at everything—him, you being so upset, the entirety of your relationship—trying to pretend like you aren’t as hurt as you are; as if you cared about him about as much as he cared about you. tears rush to your eyes before you can help it, your racing mind bringing up thoughts all too sadly realistic for you right now. trying to concentrate on anything else, your eyes only gravitate towards the piece of cake you’d wrapped in tinfoil to bring him later today, all of the things on your desk that showed that you cared so much more than he cared about you.

you uselessly wipe at your nose when you hear your door being pushed open, shoving your phone underneath your thigh as you look up to meet baby blue.

“hey, doll,” bucky starts, voice soft. “are you okay? i saw you rush out earlier after you got a message, ‘nd i wanted to see if you were okay.”

your bottom lip juts out without your permission, the lump that had been lodged in your throat growing far enough to hurt your jaw when you think back getting the text in the middle of celebrating. the mere act of coming to see if you were okay—of noticing, just makes you feel dumber because he never did that and you feel like you should’ve known. how must the girl who sent the video of it feel about you?”

“y/n?” bucky asks apprehensively, “sweetheart, are you okay?” worry threaded in his words, rooted deep enough for you to never doubt if it’s real. “are you gonna cry? oh, honey, please don’t cry.”

you feel the warmth of tears as they slide down your cheeks, shoulders slumping, exhausted from faking it even if it was just for a few moments. bucky’s has shown more care than your ex has shown you in a month, and the honey of it begins to drip down your face. bucky steps towards you in quick, long strides until he’s in front of you.

“he cheated on me,” you admit, feeling ashamed even though you’re not the one who it should be put on. he should be embarrassed, he should be crying. “god, i’m so stupid,” you cry, dropping your head into your hands. bucky bends down to his knees.

“what?” bucky whispers, confusion clear in his tone and the pinch of his features, “how could he… you’re not—you’re not stupid, dolly, he is. he is the stupidest man in the universe for doing that to you.”

“he told me he was sick. i made him fucking chicken soup while he was with some other girl,” you snivel. bucky gives you a tissue you didn’t notice he grabbed from your dresser, using another one to gently dab underneath your eyes.

“he’s so stupid, y/n. i wish i could do something. i’m so sorry, doll.”

you shake your head, “it’s not your fault.”

“it’s not yours, either.” bucky’s voice is strained with his truth, begging for you to believe him. it only makes the lump swell larger, your chin tilting up. bucky takes away the tissue to wrap his arms around your abdomen, laying his head on your lap as he feels you accept his comfort, your chin on his head.

“i just don’t get it,” you mumble tearily, “i’m a good girlfriend.”

“you are,” bucky affirms, “you don’t know how many people would die for you to be their girlfriend. you are the best girlfr—the best girl.”

you shut your eyes, tears continuing to slide down your cheeks, darkening the color of bucky’s hair. “then why do i get the worst boyfriends?”

“because the ones that would treat you like you deserve can’t get the gall to tell you. ‘m sorry, that’s on me.”

you finally huff something other than a sob, a gentle laugh that still accompanies salt slipping from cracked lips, “it’s my fault, too.”

bowing your chin into your neck, you nuzzle your nose into the strands of bucky’s hair, inhaling the sweet scent of his shampoo, familiar, safe.

your phone breaks the moment with a vibration, a notification from the contact name you still haven’t brought yourself to change with frantic words underneath it. you roll your eyes, leaning further into bucky.

“s’that him?” bucky asks.

you nod bitterly, “he probably found out i know. i don’t care what he’s saying.”

your phone continues to vibrate, low music eventually accompanying it when he begins to call. you can feel yourself beginning to get frustrated, your sadness beginning to burn away to anger. nevertheless, it continues to weigh you down enough to hesitate yelling at him at the risk of hearing his voice, the sweet apologies bouncing off the same tongue that was in another girl’s throat just a few hours prior.

your phone goes silent after a minute, but it continues to vibrate ever few seconds until the music begins to chime again.

annoyed, you sit up, glaring at your phone but not wanting to touch it.

bucky seems to read your mind, reaching for it to silence it, but at the opportunity, his finger hovers over the answer button, looking up at you for confirmation. at the stretch of your hand toward it, he hands it to you. you take a deep breath before answering,

your entire body seems to slump in the exhaustion of listening to his strung sorries, the only words you offer being arguments that you saw it with your own eyes, asking him if he’d like to see the video in case he somehow forgot living it.

at some point, you drop your phone on your thighs, your fingers massaging your temples.

bucky grabs it without a second thought, “hey, asshole. shut the fuck up or i will go to your house to snap your neck..”

he hangs up, red tinging his skin, enough anger running through his veins for you to hear the vibranium plates of his arm as they shift.

“thank you,” you say.

at the sound of your voice, bucky’s tense jaw begins to relax, the fury that managed to slip past his exterior immediately easing back when he looks up at your soft eyes.

“i’m so tired,” you admit, squeezing the fingers that wrap around your own. “will you just… lay with me for a little? please?”

bucky isn’t sure if the possibility of saying no even exists, raising your hand to his lips so he can press a kiss to your knuckles, “whatever you want, sweetheart.”

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the both of you don’t wake up again until the next morning, too wrapped up in each other to pay attention to anything else. only few more tears were shed, all more of anger than the sadness still weighing down your heart. bucky blinks himself awake before you do, a stupid smile tugging at his lips when he notices you're in his arms.

you seem so much calmer as you sleep, the stress lines that decorate your forehead disappearing with your even breaths. tear stains aren’t as prominent, especially after bucky tenderly brushes some away with his thumb, unable to help the little smile that peeks out when you lean into his touch.

you don’t seem as troubled, which makes it even worse when harsh knocking interrupts the peace of your room, a loud voice calling for you which bucky instantly recognizes as your ex-boyfriend’s. you snap awake, blinking disorientedly, “what… is that—what is he doing here?”

“do you want me to deal with it?” bucky asks you, his words laced with please let me deal with it, but you refuse, shaking your head to wake yourself up and wiping at your cheeks.

“what are you doing here?” you question angrily once you open the door, only to have it pushed open completely, your ex barging inside.

“you weren’t answering, and this guy answered your phone, i wanted to make sure you were okay.”

“if i’m okay? that is so—you have to be kidding. get out.” you go to shut the door, feeling all the sadness that was left in you leave your body when you see the guy you were feeling it over.

“y/n,” he sighs, a hand reaching out for you when bucky intercepts it, suddenly next to you.

“touch a hair on her head and i will murder you. i promise you.”

he freezes, retracting his hand, but decided he still has a chance, “who is this?”

“don’t tell me you’re—you are ridiculous! get out!”

seeing your ex with no intention of leaving, bucky decides his patience has run out, already able to see the headlines as he shoves him out of your room roughly until he’s in the elevator, “‘think she said to leave.”

sensing an argument, bucky rolls his eyes and decides fuck it. for you, he’d do anything, breaking the guys’ nose is nothing.

bucky throws a punch that makes your ex’s eyes roll back. he hears you exclaim his name in surprise.

“stay away from y/n.”

bucky pushes the first button on the elevator before stepping out, breathing heavily.

“bucky!” your eyes are wide, “you didn’t—he wasn’t worth it.”

“but you are,” bucky states, “anything for my girl.”

the pull of your cheeks is involuntary, you think vaguely that you shouldn’t be able to smile after th enight you had, but bucky’s words continue to echo in your mind, only widening the small smile on your face, “your girl, huh?”

bucky blushes, looking down. “uh huh.”

“i think i like the sound of that.”

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"god, please James, feel's so good," I whine, head falling back against the back of the couch. My fingers dance through the short strands of his hair, eyes fluttering down to meet his lustful gaze between my legs. I bite my lip, relishing in the feeling of his skillful tongue against my sopping core. His hands are gentle, yet firm as they keep my thighs open and atop his shoulders. His tongue moves quicker against my folds as legs start to shake violently around his head. "fuck! please, please, pl-"

"Y/n? You okay?" Bucky asks, staring me down. I blink and refocus, stirring the pasta sauce that was tempted to burn. He remains leaned on the counter, setting down his beer. "Yeah sorry," I sigh, leaning over to grab some spices. I open and sprinkle a little into the pot one by one, enjoying the hum of music in the background. It was always easy like this--with Bucky. Silence was never awkward, and often enough words wouldn't need to be spoken to know how one another felt. But this time? This time he definitely wouldn't know what was going on inside my head. I hope. "Do you want me to take over?" He asks, walking to the other side of me to pour the pasta in the boiling water. God, he really is that innocent isn't he? I could think of a few way he could take over but "it's fine, I got it." With a smile on my face. He returns the small smile, something that rarely slipped out. Bucky was closed off, which would make since after everything -- but not so much with me. Before, when we first decided to share an apartment because he needed better decoration skills, and I needed someone to make sure it was organized, he would only force a smile if he had to. But on nights like these, when it was just the two of us after a long day-- his smile felt like it was reserved for me. Maybe that's what started my fantasies in the first place.

He grabs the pasta, pouring it into the boiling water. He moves effortlessly around the kitchen, grabbing a spatula and a strainer. I watch him in awe, moving my spoon in slow circles in the sauce. When he returns to the pot, his hand flex's has he stirs, the sight making me drool, literally. I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand, clearing my throat. I focus on the sauce, and turn the heat off. I grab a spoon and dip it in before bringing it to my mouth, taking in the flavors. "Is it good?" He asks, glancing over at me. I have to look away, those blue eyes making me weaker. "Yeah, you wanna try?" I dip the spoon in again as to give it to him. He takes it and brings it to his mouth. I groan internally, dirty thoughts clouding my senses. He hums in approval, setting the spoon down in the sink. "Delicious," he says, stirring the pot of pasta. I swallow hard, clenching my thighs together. I mutter a small thanks, grabbing some plates and forks. He pours the sauce in the pasta, glancing over his shoulder as I set down our plates on the island bar. He leans over the counter, placing portions on the plates as I fix up a salad. All of this was in silence, a comfortable one for him, but aching and desperate for me. Dinner was the same. My chewing came to a stop when I looked over at his beautiful form, he wasn't sloppy at all when he ate. He was careful, deliberate, savoring every bite. And so what if my mind started to wander? It's not my fault really, he's such a tease.

He kisses me, lifting me up onto the island, helping my anxious hands unbutton my shirt. "Relax, sweetheart. We got all night," he whispers into my ear, vibranium hand snaking down to rub my covered clit. I whine into his mouth, wrapping my arm around his neck to bring him impossibly closer, the other clenching white knuckles against the cool marble. I kiss him feverishly, grasping at his shirt, hair, everything. He gets my shirt unbuttoned, throwing it on the floor. He helps me shimmy my panties off, hands sliding up my legs, waist-

"What are you thinking about?" Bucky's voice brings me out of my daze, and suddenly I realized that I was just in a button up shirt and panties. I swallow my bite and glance at him. He's finished already, casually sipping a beer. Now this? This was too much. My thighs clench together again, which didn't seem to go unnoticed by the man beside me. "You ask a lot of questions," I say cooly, sipping my drink. "You never ask Sam this many questions," I state. His eyebrow raises as he sets his drink down. "Do you only talk to Dr. Raynor?" He asks, a playful smirk on his face. "No." Maybe I answered that too quickly. Or too harshly. Or maybe both. "Sorry," I say quickly, standing up to gather the plates. I sigh as I set them in the sink, washing out my cup. He comes up behind me and takes a plate. I make room for him, setting the cup in the dishwasher. "I don't like talking to Dr. Raynor," I finally say, picking up a fork. "Why?" As his voice always been this raspy? "Because I don't feel like talking about my problems with her. It's not like she can fix them." I say with a huff, taking his plate to put in the washer. He hums, finishing off the other utensils. "You can talk to me you know," he says, turning off the water. I exhale sharply, "I already told you about...my problems." I groan, going to sit on the couch. "Yeah, that's why I know you've got something else on your mind." He says with a smile, going to sit in the armchair. I roll my eyes, bringing my knees to my chest. His gaze stays locked on my figure, blue eyes searching for mine. I bite my lip, clenching my thighs together. "I don't wanna talk about it." I say quietly, looking out the window. It's silent for a moment, the faint sound of the dishwasher filling the apartment.

"Why don't you show me then?" He says calmly, sipping his beer. My head whips back to him, my feet returning to the floor. "What?" I gasp, giving him a confused look. He smirks at me, setting his beer bottle down on the coffee table. "Just come here," he says with a small smile. I swallow, slowly standing up. I eye him suspiciously as he keeps his eyes on my face. I walk to stand before him, crossing my hands over my chest. "Look, I told you I'm fin-" he pulls my gently down into his lap, his ever piercing gaze still locked onto my eyes. I let out a shaky breath, uncrossing my hands to stabilize myself on his shoulders. God, I should have worn more than just panties, because in this position? Fuck, their soaking. "You're beautiful, you know that?" He says quietly, moving a strand of hair behind my ear. My face flushes, eyes avoiding his gaze. "Why do you do this to me?" I ask, eyes meeting his gaze again. He gives me an innocent look, placing his hands on my waist. "Gonna have to be specific sweetheart," he grins, vibranium hand shifting with a mechanic whirr as his hold tightens. I roll my eyes, biting my lip. God, I want to kiss him so bad. "I don't wanna look like...I'm obsessed or something, you know?" I say quietly, hands firm on his shoulders. He smiles at me, hand reaching up to caress my cheek. "Who would think that?" He asks, taking my hand in his vibranium one to bring it to his lips. He kisses the back of my hand softly, eyes trained on mine. "You know, you've got quite the staring problem," I smile. "So I've been told," he responds, with a playful look in his eyes. I hum in agreement, swallowing hard. I sigh, tongue poking out to wet my lips. Before I can even get a word out, he steals the words right out of my mouth. "Can I kiss you? I want to kiss you," he says, hand trailing up to the back of my neck.

I let out a small gasp, hands reaching around to play with his hair. "You want to kiss me?" I ask quietly, staring into his blue eyes. He smiles, cupping the back of my neck to bring me closer. I hesitate, just for a moment to consider the consequences. As I leaned in all the way, I couldn't really think of any. The kiss started off slow, like the moment was being savored. It felt like a daydream, I was kissing my roommate, James Bucky Barnes and fuck did it feel amazing. And then, like he became impatient and desperate, the kiss turned feverish. Tongue dancing, teeth grazing, swollen lips kind of kissing. I moaned, no, actually whined into the kiss, leaning back as to force him forward, the ever-present bulge pressing right onto my excuse for panties. He gently bites down on my bottom lip, pulling away as it releases back with a soft pop! I let out labored breaths, the need in my stomach growing by the second. "Has it ever occurred, that I may be obsessed with you?" he says, eyes full of lust. My lips tremble, wetness threating to seep through my panties. "Fuck," I whine, reconnecting my lips with his. My fingers find my buttons, shakily unclasping each one. Swiftly, he replaces my fingers with his own, kissing down my jaw. I moan softly, biting my lip. He gets it unbuttoned, slowly, torturously, sliding it down my arms, keeping eye contact all the while. I sigh as it hits the floor, hands finding themselves on his thighs. Bra-less. How could I have forgotten I went bra-less too? It's like I was begging to get fucked.

My nipples harden at the sudden coolness, goosebumps rising on my skin. He leans down, pursing his lips together. He lets out a gentle blow of air over them, a sharp exhale leaving my throat. "Sensitive," he mutters, hands reaching up to cup my breasts. The sensations were different- right one under the cool touch of metal, the left warm from the flesh of human. "Shit, that feels so good James," I groan, eyes meeting where he touched. His soft lips connect with the hardened bud, a gasp leaving my lips. My thighs try to clamp together, however his own made sure I couldn't as my slick seeped through my panties. He lets his tongue swirl around the bud before sucking gently, letting it go with a pop! as he moves to the next one. Impatiently, my hand reaches down to his throbbing bulge, helping him relieve some pressure. He groans, kissing up my chest to my collarbone. My fingers find his jeans, undoing the button. He kisses up my jaw, softly sucking at the skin below my ear. Unzipping his jeans, he stops my hand with his. "Let me look at you first," he says, leaning back. I bite my lip, taking a deep breath. "Want me to take those off?" He asks, fingers slipping under the sides of my panties. I nod, standing up, in between his legs. He leans forward, leaving kisses down my thigh has he slides them off antagonizingly slow. I step out of them, shivering as he places them on the edge of the chair. He sets his hands on my waist, slowly spinning me around before pulling me back down into his lap. Oh.

I nearly moan at the bugle pressing into my ass, the wetness in-between my legs practically soaking his jeans. God why is he still in his clothes? "Hey, why do I have to be naked when you're--shit..." his vibranium hand slithers down my front, ghosting over my aching core. My head falls back against his shoulder, hands gripping the sides of the chair. My eyes flutter shut as he applies pressure to my clit, the cold metal sending jolts through my body. I let out a whine, biting my lip as he rubs slow circles, whispering sweet nothings in my ear. My legs begin to tremble, desperate to close around his hand, (which would fail to stop his movements anyways) but his thighs continued to spread my legs open. His movements only increased in speed, yet somehow still gentle. Moans slipped from my throat, desperate pleas of his name mixed with labored breaths at his movements. It didn't take long for the coil to snap, crying out as my body shakes in his touch. I rested my head on his shoulder as I caught my breath, my firm hold on the chair's arms releasing as the ringing in my ears dissipated. He leans down to capture my lips in a kiss, smiling as my eyes fluttered shut. "You okay sweetheart?" he asks softly, lifting me up into his arms. I nod, keeping my eyes shut. He walks to his bedroom, placing me on the bed. As he starts to stand up, I reach out and grab his shirt, pulling him on top of me.

"Wasn't done with you yet," I whisper, kissing him feverishly. He hums into the kiss, surprised. "Not too tired?" he asks, pulling his shirt off to be discarded onto the floor. "Not for you," I giggle, wrapping my arms around his neck.