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TENDERNES AND FEROCITY ◈ ◎
↳ Winter Soldier!Bucky Barnes x Hydra!Reader
NOTHING TO DESPAIR ⨕ ◈ ◎
↳ Soft!Dark!Bucky Barnes x European!Reader
FORBIDDEN THOUGHTS ⨕ ◈ ◎
↳ Soft!Dark!Bucky Barnes x European!Reader
TAKING BACK MY LOVE ⨕ ◈ ◎
↳ Soft!Dark!Winter Soldier x Female!Reader • co-written with @offcast-plus1
ONESHOTS
NtD | Smut drabble & preview ◈ ◎
↳ He could force you to marry him, but he can't force you to love him.
FT | Smut preview ◎
↳ Bucky would never dare to tie you up and force himself on you, but that doesn't mean he can't dream about it.
Stranger ⨕ ◈
↳ Bucky lives without the metal arm, alone — until you break yours in an accident.
The Asset and the Little Soldier ◎
↳ The Asset didn’t get to meet many ladies at the Hydra base, certainly none as lovely as the Director’s assistant.
I wish I could, but I don’t want to ◈
↳ The Soldier escapes Hydra and is brought back to Brooklyn, to his family and friends, but he has to pretend to be Bucky and he can’t quite manage.
Under Control ◎
↳ You thought you could get away with betraying Hydra’s plans to the Avengers, but you got caught, and Director Pierce knew just the way to punish you.
Surrender ◎
↳ Reader is part of a resistance group after Hydra has conquered the world. When the Winter Soldier catches her, she offers herself to him in exchange for their lives.
Alive in here ◈
↳ Bucky falls in love with reader, but he almost loses her before he has a chance to ask her out. Once he makes sure she’s safe, he goes to get revenge.
The Sea of Love ⨕ ◎
↳ Reader spills milk on herself, but WS is there to clean her up, by kissing and licking all of it away.
Love in the Dark ⨕ ◎
↳ Reader is upset, and Bucky tries to distract her with kisses. Turns out, she wants to be distracted by focusing on him instead.
Make you mine ◎
↳ The Winter Soldier caught you, and now he finally has someone to call his own. The only way he can make sure you're his forever is if he gets you pregnant.
EROTYLOS / love stones prompts
Palatius ◈
↳ The Winter Soldier has to hold back his back wrath, and lust.
Marble ⨕
↳ Bucky has to stay strong, and maintain self-control.
Prassius ◎
↳ The Winter Soldier struggles with an impossible desire, and unclean love.
Asteria + Prassius ⨕ ◈
↳ Bucky is stuck with gazing at the girl he loves, from afar. But it’s an impossible love and tainted by jealousy, because she’s dating Steve.
Enorchis ◎
↳ The Winter Soldier struggles with a sexual frustration, which remains unfulfilled.
Granite ⨕
↳ The Winter Soldier finds out the truth about you, and it only strengthens his love.
Hematite ◈
↳ Bucky comes back with blood on his face, on his mouth, on his fists, and all he wants to do is kiss you.
Opal ◎
↳ Bucky pays you a visit to punish you for something you shouldn't have. He makes it dark, and takes it back.
Ceraunia ◈
↳ Bucky and you look up at the stars first together, then apart.
Onyx ◈
↳ The Winter Soldier finds a cure for your sadness, through violence.
Brontea ◎
↳ Bucky and you hold each other, during a stormy night.
Topaz ⨕
↳ The Winter Soldier takes care of you after you become sick, and hopeless.
Drosolithos ◎
↳ Bucky is there to take care of you, in his special way, when you faint due to exhaustion following a mission.
Ombria ◎
↳ The Winter Soldier defeats a rival for your love, and it doesn't matter whether you want him or not.
Ophite ◎
↳ The Winter Soldier returns the favour after you find him, shivering and wet, and take care of him.
Leucogæa ⨕
↳ The Winter Soldier helps you clean up spilt milk, and tears.
Heliotrope ⨕
↳ The Winter Soldier walks with you in the sunlight, and suddenly loses you.
Alabaster ◈
↳ The Winter Soldier saves his love from corruption, and keeps it safe forever.
HEADCANONS
• How Bucky would make love to you vs. How the Winter Soldier would make love to you ◎
• How Bucky would be with a pregnant reader vs. How the Winter Soldier would be ⨕
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Hi 😭 Thank you, your words are really kind and flattering, and it makes me so happy to know people are still enjoying these fics 💕
And yeah, I am on hiatus (still hanging around tumblr now and then tho).
Warnings/Tags: fluff, an addition to the gang, progress <3
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AN: Sorry for another short chapter, I hope you enjoy it nonetheless <3 Next chapter is the last one 😭 thank you for sticking around and coming on this journey with me :) as always, thank you to my incredible beta @purpleshallot!!
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chapter 8 / chapter 10
Куколка
After a week of watching James build the house on his own, you insist that he let you help. Initially, he'd told you to focus on something else, on getting a hobby or exploring the village, but you'd rather be here. Right next to him, working with your hands.
The ache in your muscles after a day of hauling lumber is so familiar to the ache of training. It feels good to be doing something again.
It's all coming together well; James is more skilled in construction than you thought. He's a good teacher, talking you through the different blueprints he'd drawn up and how to make sure everything is structurally sound.
You no longer need James to guide you through the steps at the end of week two. You know what to do; just a cog in a well-oiled machine.
It's going to be hot today, you heard the weather report on the radio. Part of practicing your Vietnamese is immersing yourself in it, so you insist on listening to the radio every morning.
James comes into the kitchen, drying his hair with a towel while another is wrapped snuggly around his waist. Water drips from his shoulders down his abs, and you follow the trail shamelessly.
He's gorgeous, and all the time in the sun has tanned his skin perfectly.
"You workin' today?" he asks, just like he has every morning since you insisted on helping him. You think he's waiting for you to say no, but you know he enjoys working with you.
"You know it." You put your dishes in the sink and watch James continue to dry his hair. It's gotten so long that he ties it up most days.
Vietnam heat is different than US heat, and you know it's been bothering James.
You dry your hands and pull a stool from the counter out onto the back patio.
"What's going on?" James asks, stepping outside with you.
You just pat the seat of the stool and run inside for a pair of scissors and a comb. James is seated on the stool when you return, watching clouds move slowly through the sky.
"You ready for something new?" you ask, resting your chin on his shoulder, following his eye line.
"Yeah," he whispers as he leans his head to touch yours. You kiss his cheek and straighten up.
You've only ever cut hair once before, and now it feels like a lifetime ago. That was a different you. It was a different time.
Now, as you run the comb through James' still damp hair, you can barely even remember a time before him.
You line the comb up and trim his hair, loving the sound of the scissors snipping through his locks.
You only cut a few inches before James runs his fingers through his hair, feeling the blunted edges.
"It's not enough," he says hoarsely, sucking in a breath. You pause your snipping and rest your hands on his shoulders. Beneath one hand, you feel smooth, muscled skin. Beneath the other, scarred skin mixed with cool metal.
"How much do you want off?" you ask, watching his chest rise and fall with each breath.
"All of it."
You don't question what he wants as you press a kiss to the crown of his head. Inside the bathroom, you find the clippers and an extension cord.
Even though you want to, you don't ask James if he's sure of the decision. You know he's is. He's ready for a change, to shed the skin of Hydra and come into something new.
You're ready for it too.
After setting everything up, you give James a moment to part with his hair. The buzz of the clippers is white noise as you cut his hair. You leave the top longer, opting to just trim it shorter.
James looks at himself in the bathroom mirror a few minutes later and stares in silence.
"Whaddya think?" you ask from where you're leaning in the doorway. You wanted to give him a private moment to process, so you haven't yet come into his space yet.
"I needed it." James steps out of the bathroom and grabs a broom from the kitchen.
You watch as he sweeps up his hair in what you can only call a ritual. He works from one side of the patio to the other, creating a pile of painful and torturous memories.
As James transfers the pile into a dustpan and disposes of it, he looks lighter. A weight taken off his shoulders.
Rain clouds begin to roll in, cooling the air dramatically. You hadn't heard anything about rain on the radio, but you don't mind.
You and James sit on the patio, leaning against the side of the house as raindrops fall from above. All the building materials are covered, nothing will be damaged in the storm.
James' right hand rubs circles in your thigh, and you rest your head on his shoulder.
The rain pounds down from a gray sky; it makes your bones ache.
"I love you," he whispers, his voice nearly drowned out by the sound of raindrops on the roof.
You sit up and look at him, finding that James is already looking at you. Bright blue eyes full of emotion staring right back.
"I love you," you reply. It's easy to let the words flow off your tongue. They feel right. Perfect and sweet.
James kisses you, and the feeling of his lips pressed against yours is familiar. It's home. It's everything.
James
The weight on my chest lifts as she moves her lips against mine. My hands cup her face and I am thankful that I am here with her. That it was her that I went on this journey with.
It is as if with her, I am a new man.
She takes my soul in her palms and wipes it, cleans it of any horrors that remain. She cleanses me, like fire. Like rain.
We sit outside, waiting for the rain to pass. My hands never leave her, desperate for her touch like an addict. She is the same to me, always keeping a point of contact.
When the rain calms to a light drizzle, the two of us pull the tarps off the materials and build our home.
It is not difficult work, and I enjoy it. Creating something instead of destroying it is a welcome change.
Мой ангел tells me stories. Of life before, of her childhood, of princesses and their princes. She hums songs with haunting melodies and sweet harmonies.
The simple beauty of building something with her, of sharing little pieces of each other, brings me a joy I have not felt in a long time.
As the days pass, we fall into the peaceful routine of quiet mornings spent listening to the radio before going out to build for the day. We take turns cooking for each other.
The food I make is never as good as hers, and often I will go into town to get us something instead of cooking. She tells me that I won't get better unless I practice.
I enjoy watching her cook. She hums to herself and dances along to the songs she creates. She moves methodically as if she has a master plan in her mind and can see all the pieces coming together before they truly do.
After another full week of construction, I venture into town on a new mission.
Yesterday, I found out about plans to construct a school in a nearby village. The foreman offered me a job, and after talking to моя куколка, I took the job. She hasn't found work yet, but she's been looking into pottery, so I hope she takes it up.
While I go to work, I don't want her to be alone. My mission today is simple: find the little white cat that roams the street of the village.
I asked around and found that the cat appeared a few days after we arrived. No one knows where it came from, but it needs a home.
I walk around for about 45 minutes before I spot the little creature.
Its white fur is a little matted from the mud and dirt it's been living in, but overall it looks to be in good condition.
After following it around for another few minutes, I find myself in an open area between a few homes. The cat sits, watching me, and I feel oddly... seen. As if the cat can see through whatever walls I have built up around me.
I look around for a moment before sitting a few feet away from the cat. We are in a standoff, each waiting for the other to make a move.
Little does this cat know, I have spent years waiting.
So that is what I do.
I wait.
I wait until the cat gets bored of our game, and curiosity wins out.
It slowly approaches me, and I let it. It investigates me, sniffing out what kind of man I am. I wonder what it thinks of me.
It must not be something awful because the cat climbs up into my lap and rests its head on my thigh.
"You wanna come home with me?" I ask it, slowly bringing my right hand to rest on the cat's back. It purrs loudly, so loudly that it surprises me. I take that as a yes.
"Gonna have to think of a name for you," I say again, shifting the cat so I can pick it up. It purrs again, but I'm not sure if that's a good enough name. I'll have to ask мой принцесса what she thinks.
When I arrive back, I find her listening to the radio out on the patio. I'm not sure what the grainy voice is saying, but she nods along as if having a conversation with the voice itself.
I step onto the creaky wooden steps, and the sound announces me. Мой ангел glances over at me, and when she sees the little bundle of white fur in my arms, she breaks out into the biggest smile I've seen on her in a long time.
"James!" she says excitedly, standing and walking over to meet me halfway. The kitten lifts its head at the sound of her voice and blinks widely at my beautiful принцесса.
"I wanted you to have a friend while I'm working," I explain as she takes the cat from my arms. It loves her instantly. I am not sure there is anything in this world that can resist her magnetic pull.
"She's so cute," мой ангел whispers, gently petting the kitten's head.
"She needs a name." Instantly мой принцесса starts to rattle off names, but none of them feel quite right. She doesn't want something cliché or predictable; she wants something unique. Something that fits.
We go around in circles, discussing the kitten's snow-white fur until the name falls from her perfect lips.
Alpine.
The kitten preens at the name as моя куколка coos. I smile at the sight. I am glad I found the creature and brought it back. She will have a good life with her. With us.
Later that night, I go out and find some cat food and a few toys for Alpine. She will be treated well in her new family.
It's strange to consider us a family now, but it feels good.
There is a sense of security in knowing that I am not spending eternity alone, tortured by my ties to Hydra.
For the first time in lifetimes, I am optimistic about the future. I am thankful for the clean slate, and I cannot wait to see what the universe has in store for мой ангел and me.
As I climb into bed, I find Alpine already snuggled atop my pillow. She is so small, so fragile, yet so full of fire. Just like моя куколка. I don't move Alpine; instead, I wait for мой ангел to lay down, and I rest my head on her chest, listening to her heartbeat, low and slow.
The three of us sit in the silence of our borrowed home, and when I fall asleep, I dream of the one I am building for us.
I wonder what Pierce would think if he knew where we were, what we were doing. Would he laugh at how quickly I succumbed to her? Would he be disgusted by my displays of affection?
It doesn’t matter what he would think. I am happy.
I am at peace with myself and the man buried deep inside of me. I no longer fight him; I no longer even think of him. He is me, and every day, I learn more about him.
There is so much to learn from this life, from мой ангел. I can’t wait to spend every day learning, growing, and loving her more than I did the day before.
Translations:
ангел = angel
куколка (f) = little doll
принцесса (f) = princess
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Warnings/Tags: somnophilia, oral (f recieving), mentions of infertility, fluff
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chapter 7 / chapter 9
Куколка
"How'd you know this was here?" you ask as James pulls the car around to a little private jet hangar.
James shuts off the engine and sighs, running a hand through his hair. It's gotten so long that it's almost always in his eyes. "I worked in Madripoor for a bit and had to come through here a few times. Figured it'd be worth a shot to see if anyone left their jets here." You nod, climbing out of the car and following James into the building.
Inside, you see an old jet covered in a thick layer of dust. You can tell it didn't get much use even before Hydra's takeover just by looking at it. James pulls open the door and examines the controls, mumbling to himself as he checks them.
You look over the jet's exterior for any damage, but you don't find any. Hope starts to brighten your thoughts. If James knows how to fly this jet and it works, you can be in Vietnam by tonight.
You watch James go through the motions of inspecting the jet. Though his movements are rehearsed, you wouldn't describe them as robotic. They are muscle memory, almost like a dance.
It comes to you in small moments like this; the realization that James is so much more than a soldier, so much more than the man that Hydra made him.
He catches your gaze, and you see hope in those bright blue eyes of his. Hope. It's such a fleeting, delicate thing. But despite it all, he is hopeful, and you can't help but smile at the sight.
"It can fly?" you ask, curling your fingers into fists with anticipation.
"Yes." Your heart speeds up in your chest. Leaving the United States for Vietnam will change things. You'll know no one there, have no friends, no family. You'll only have James.
Once you leave, there's no going back.
You chide yourself. You've been past the point of no return for so long. The moment you admitted your attraction to James, the moment you gave up on hope for Steve's return, the moment you let James into your mind. You fell off the deep end a long time ago.
James helps you climb into the jet and straps you in. His hands linger on your hips, your ribcage, your neck. He sweetly cares for you in a way you know he wasn't trained to.
This isn't the Winter Soldier. This is James.
Maybe it's not the James that Steve knew, but he's still in there. Little pieces of the man he used to be.
James readies the jet for flight quickly, fueling it up and opening the hangar with an expertise you should have come to expect from him, and then you're off.
Hanoi is beautiful. Maybe it's just because of the change of scenery, but you swear that the colors here are more vibrant. Hydra's cancerous touch hasn't tainted this city, and you breathe better knowing that.
There are people out, living their lives in a way you haven't seen in years. It takes you a moment to adjust to the nostalgic yet unfamiliar feeling of it all.
James stands by your side, a protective hand on the small of your back, as the two of you weave through the streets. You can tell he's on edge because of the number of people around, but you soak it all in and feed off of the energy of the city.
The flight was almost four hours, and the sun is setting by the time you and James find somewhere to stay. A little hostel that hasn't seen many tourists in recent times.
Right outside of the hostel are a few food vendors. You don't know where James got the money, but he pays and even tips the vendor after getting food for the two of you.
You sit on the porch of the hostel, watching the nightlife of Hanoi emerge as you eat. It's almost funny to watch James eat his Phở; the chopsticks and soup spoon look comical in his metal fingers, but he uses them like a seasoned pro.
"Where do we go next?" you ask James, stirring your own soup around with your chopsticks.
"There's a village close by, only 10 or 15 minutes away. I think it's a good option." You nod, savoring the flavors of your Phở. You've had it a few times in the States, but it was never this good.
"And then what?"
Silence sits heavily between the two of you. You'd never spoken about what your future together would look like. Would James even want to be with you now that he's truly free of Hydra? He doesn't seem to think of you as his prisoner anymore, so why would he feel any obligation to remain with you?
"And then we live."
"You want to stay together?" James' eyes dart to yours, clearly taken aback by your assumption that he'd just leave you behind.
"Of course I do." You can tell you hurt his feelings by asking that, and your heart tugs in your chest. Careful not to spill your soup, you shift to press your side against James. You rest your head on his shoulder, feeling him relax beneath you.
"What does the future look like to you?" He takes his time responding. You know what those Hydra documents said and how he reacted. Maybe the plans he once had for the future had to change.
"It looks like you, принцесса. It looks like you and me in whatever you'll let me have you. I want to make you happy; I want to give you the world." He stops himself, but you can tell he wants to say more.
You rub circles on his knee with your fingers, encouraging him to continue. "Those documents," he starts, voice tight. "If what they say is true, then I cannot give you everything."
He means children.
The Hydra documents explained that because of the serum, James is infertile. Your stomach turns at the thought of them performing those tests; you know he did not go into them willingly.
Part of you had already come to terms with this knowledge; Steve was also infertile. The night he'd told you, he'd cried. Steve wanted children more than anything and knowing that he wouldn't be able to killed him inside.
Steve tried treatment after experimental treatment, but because of everything else the serum did to his body, he was resistant to them. You'd told Steve that you didn't care that he couldn't have children. You loved him either way.
Now, as you sit beside James, you want to say the same thing.
"You don't need to give me children to make me happy, James," you say softly. "We can be happy in our own way." You feel him nod, but you know he probably doesn't believe you.
"It is probably for the best that I cannot have children. What kind of father could I be?" You can hear the disgust in his voice, and it sparks anger in your gut. You sit up and grip James' face with both your hands, forcing him to look at you.
"Don't talk like that," you say sternly. "You didn't have any say in the shit they did to you. How do you know you'd be a bad father? You care about me, right? You keep me safe? How do you know that it would be any different with children? You don't. You don't get to talk like that." James' eyes widen at your tone; you've never really spoken to him like that. But he nods in understanding before tipping his head forward to touch his forehead to yours.
"You would be a wonderful mother," he whispers. Your heart tightens in your chest, it aches slightly with what could have been, but the ache dissipates because what use is it to mourn what never could have been.
James looks at you, confused and concerned about what you might say next. You're not sure where your confidence in his ability to parent came from, but you stand by it.
He's been through so much, suffered so much; he deserves the joy and happiness that children can bring to life. It would be difficult, he'd have a lot to learn, but something in your gut is screaming at you that he could do it.
You hadn't given much thought about what it would be like to raise a child you and James had created. What they would look like, and what their personality would grow into.
All the lessons the child would learn.
The world is fucked up and horrible, but a child could be the light at the end of the tunnel.
You sigh and let the conversation fade.
You have James, and that's enough for you.
James
Мой ангел is tired, so she goes to bed before I do. Once she is settled in the room, I step back outside.
It has started to rain, and the moon faintly illuminates the rolling gray clouds that crowd the sky. I cannot tear my mind away from what she said earlier.
I know that мой ангел would have wanted children if things worked out differently. She probably had plans for a family with the Captain before I'd ruined it all.
She has so much love inside of her, so much empathy. She would make a wonderful mother. Her children would grow up to be just like her; kind and sweet and beautiful.
Before her, I had never thought of children. They were merely an inconvenience, a hazard. But when I found her, when I realized that my life would never be the same without her...
To think of something that could be ours, not Hydra's, not SHIELD's, but ours. It makes my head spin and my heart tighten in my chest. Would they look like her? With her beautiful eyes and bright smile? Would they have my dimpled chin and dark hair?
I had never thought of such things before, but now, my heart yearns for them. It is almost like a cruel punishment for all of the pain I have brought onto this world.
Whatever divine power at play does not see me fit to have such joy.
It isn't until the sun is rising that I realize how long I have been away from her.
I return to the bedroom and lay in bed beside her, holding her close to my chest until she wakes. As мой ангел's breathing changes, signaling her starting to wake up, I shift around her and settle myself between her legs underneath the blanket.
She fell asleep just in one of my shirts and her panties, and it is a beautiful sight. I place light kisses along the waistband of her underwear before carefully sliding them down her legs.
I watch her face for any discomfort or confusion, but all I see is a pleasant smile on her features.
She stretches lazily and settles back into the pillows with a sigh as I trail my fingers along her inner thighs.
Моя куколка, always one to please me, opens her legs more, and my mouth waters at the sight of her bare before me. I cannot hold myself back.
My tongue finds her clit, and I slowly lave over it in gentle circles. She tastes sweeter than any fruit; I can't get enough of her. Back in the compound, when I fantasized about what pleasure I could have with a woman, it was always about her pleasuring me. Me taking my pleasure from her.
This is so different. The way that I yearn to taste her, to see her writhing on my fingers and my cock, it's so new. I need her to feel as amazing as she makes me feel; she deserves it.
I have never wanted to make anyone feel anything before. Still, I know that I will not leave this bed, leave her beautiful thighs, until she is begging and pleading for me to release her.
I feel her fingers tangle in my hair and tug. Even in her sleep, she is so powerful and strong-willed. I let her guide my head and tongue where she wants me and as her grip tightens, I know she is waking.
"James," she whispers, voice filled with sleep.
"Принцесса," I reply, lightly biting her inner thigh.
"Please don't stop." So I don't. I pour every piece of me into her, working her up higher and higher until she is so close to that edge, just about to fall over it.
When she comes, her whole body reacts, tightening up into a ball of energy that she unleashes upon me. It is beautiful.
I come up for air, emerging from beneath the blankets to мой ангел panting and blissed out. A smile tugs at my lips, and I wonder if life can truly get better than this.
That is all I thought about last night as I stared at the homes of other people, as I imagined the two of us here in this new place.
Моя куколка finally calmes her breathing and tucks herself into my chest. She is warm against my skin, but I welcome her, running my fingers along her back and neck.
I have never had a home. Houses, places I've lived, of course. But never home. Now, I hold her in my arms; I feel the press of her cheek against my chest, and the ache in my heart eases. She is my home.
When she is out of my sight, out of my reach, I feel what I can only describe as homesickness. It is a new feeling, one that makes me hurt all the way down to my long-lost soul. She is the only remedy.
The drive to Bat Trang is quick but beautiful. Мой ангел gazes out her window the entire time, and every time I glance over at her, I am taken aback by her beauty.
Before her, I never knew such beautiful creatures could exist in such an awful world.
We arrive in the village and leave the car; I want to walk around with her.
The village is known for pottery making, and as we walk around, I see мой ангел's eyes light up at the sight of all the different creations. She wiggles her fingers when she sees a woman forming a beautiful vase. I hope she takes up pottery making.
As we get further into the village, we are greeted by people working outside their homes. My angel smiles, and I can see her settling in already.
Before we arrived in Vietnam, I'd found a man in the village who was looking for someone to care for his home while he traveled for a few months.
I arranged for it to be us. We only have to walk for a little longer until we arrive at his home.
It is small, just one bedroom, a kitchen, and a living area, but it is enough for us.
Мой ангел walks through the home with a pleasant smile on her face the whole time.
"This is perfect," James, she says, placing her hand on my arm. I kiss the top of her head and revel in the simple beauty of the action.
"I have a surprise for you," I say against her hair.
Мой ангел tugs her bottom lip between her teeth as she smiles, unable to hide her excitement for what the surprise could be.
Beside the house is a few acres of empty land. I walk моя куколка out of the building and out toward the middle of the land.
"I want to give you the world," I say, voice tight with emotion that I have not experienced before. "But until then, I want to give you a home."
Confusion flickers across her gaze as she tries to understand what I've just said.
"We already have a place to stay; what do you mean?"
I look around at the land surrounding us. I imagine our possible future, and it finally is within reach.
"This is where I will build our home," I say, turning back to her. I take мой ангел's hands in mine, running my thumbs over her smooth skin. "This is where we will live our lives."
Tears pool in the corner of her eyes, and I release her hands to wipe them away. I know they are happy tears. She is not afraid of me.
"James," she whispers.
"I would burn this world to the ground, raze cities. I would follow you to hell and back. The least I can do for you is give you a home, принцесса ."
She laughs and leans up on her toes to kiss me. She tastes sweet as she presses against me, and I wrap my hands around her waist to pull her closer.
I have already figured out where I will get the materials from and what our home will look like.
When it comes to her, everything is so easy. It all falls into place with little effort. I imagine building our home will be the same.
I look forward to working with my hands, to finally creating something instead of destroying it.
No longer the fist of Hydra, I am fulfilling my new destiny.
Knowing that Zemo was the one to give up our location still makes my blood boil, but despite his hatred for super soldiers, I remain.
John Walker wanted us dead or captured by Hydra, but he failed. At every turn, when someone has been there to stop us, we have fought tooth and nail and won.
It gives me hope; it helps me find peace within myself. There is more to this world than pain and violence. I just have to open my eyes to it.
Translations:
ангел = angel
куколка (f) = little doll
принцесса (f) = princess
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How Bucky would make love to you VS. How the Winter Soldier would make love to you
— PAIRINGS: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader, Winter Soldier x Female!Reader
— CONTENTS: NSFW, smut both rough and sweet, love, obsession, a bit of WS angst, suggestions of dub-con, creampie, overstimulation
— WORD COUNT: 1.5k
— A/N: This is the first time I am doing one of these headcanon things, with the bullet points and everything. I have no actual idea what I am doing… I just had this idea of comparing Bucky with the WS and how they would be and why they would be that way… I don’t know. Anyway, enjoy!
How Bucky would make love to you
First of all, he would get to know you — more out of a sense of “this is how it’s done” than anything else.
He’d go through all the motions of flirting, courting, flowers and little gifts and cute dates, making you understand that he likes you, wants you, loves you.
He’d want you to know he can take care of you (even if, in reality, it strains his resources).
And even when he has you right where he wants you, he’s still trying to impress you — making sure he looks good, that you have everything you need, and everything is just how you like it.
Long foreplay. Slow, soft kisses. His hand, warm and heavy, caressing your thigh, your waist, holding your head back so that he could kiss the column of your throat, making you whimper and shiver for him.
More reblog because you always write smut without shying from the primally filthy pleasure while also always with Bucky/WS being unapologetically reverent of his lover, i swoon Every time
Bucky being all gallant and turning on the Woo. WS secretly pining and like being adorably heart eyes 😌
How Bucky would make love to you VS. How the Winter Soldier would make love to you
— PAIRINGS: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader, Winter Soldier x Female!Reader
— CONTENTS: NSFW, smut both rough and sweet, love, obsession, a bit of WS angst, suggestions of dub-con, creampie, overstimulation
— WORD COUNT: 1.5k
— A/N: This is the first time I am doing one of these headcanon things, with the bullet points and everything. I have no actual idea what I am doing… I just had this idea of comparing Bucky with the WS and how they would be and why they would be that way… I don’t know. Anyway, enjoy!
How Bucky would make love to you
First of all, he would get to know you — more out of a sense of “this is how it’s done” than anything else.
He’d go through all the motions of flirting, courting, flowers and little gifts and cute dates, making you understand that he likes you, wants you, loves you.
He’d want you to know he can take care of you (even if, in reality, it strains his resources).
And even when he has you right where he wants you, he’s still trying to impress you — making sure he looks good, that you have everything you need, and everything is just how you like it.
Long foreplay. Slow, soft kisses. His hand, warm and heavy, caressing your thigh, your waist, holding your head back so that he could kiss the column of your throat, making you whimper and shiver for him.
Curious -- whats your visual headcanon for undercover NTD!Bucky? Like, hair length and stuff.
I had a lot of thots about what he'd look like while on the mission. He'd have to be clean-cut, of course, almost like he was in the 40s but less of a pretty boy and more mature.
When I was making the moodboard and the graphic for the playlist, I used this picture, which I found was absolutely perfect and represents what I had in mind:
Here's another shot:
I was also very inspired by Sebastian's role in We Have Always Lived in the Castle. I even watched the film because of the look, although the characters are very different.
So yeah, clean-shaven, short hair but still floofy, almost looking like his old self but more tired and a bit sad 😂
Omg I read your comment back to me and I was looking for the story and with all I have going on in my life would you believe I lost the link I had to the story? I save the links in my memos to the really good stories and I can't find this one...can you direct me to it please??
Aaaaah 😂 of course! Here’s the masterlist <3 Tumblr is so bad for fic searches, really.
I have all fics and masterlists pinned at the top of my blog btw, so you can always find it there if a link gets lost 🤗
Or maybe I'm the one imagining things and it's not quiet at all 🤣🤣🤣
Well, I feel it's a little quiet 🤣. A few writers have for other reasons too and that too have left me a little bit unmotivated to be here. If you decided to leave too pertmanently just know that I'll miss you 🥺
I don’t think you’re imagining it, Idk I have the feeling too that fics have slowed down. It’s happened in other fandoms that I follow, at least 😂
I won’t leave tumblr permanently though, at least I don’t intend to. I’ve been on this hellsite for so long, I don’t know what I’d do outside of it. You should stay as well, even if fics are slow to come 🥺 It always makes me sad when people close their accounts.
It's ok, like I said it's understandable. The fandom it's a little quiet, we haven't have bucky content in a while and everyone is busy, including me. It happened to me with my previous fandom, so that's why I got more into Bucky last year. (Even tho I've had a crush on Bucky since 2014/2015 😁) No matter what you always be one of my favourite writers on tumblr💞
Oh, I didn’t even notice the fandom was more quiet 😂 I don’t follow anyone else that writes for Bucky anymore, but that explains why the older fics are getting more attention, people are scraping the bottom of he barrel LOL
💕 You are a sweetheart as always 🥺 I will always hold your thoughts and comments close.
I'm sad to see that you don't plan to write for bucky again, but it's understandable. If you ever continue Taking back my love I know that I will love it. 💝
Ah, my dear 😧 Thank you <3 I'm sorry to make you sad, I know there's other fics too like from the oneshots that you would have liked to see continue 😭
