An: Hello all, it has been awhile since I have posted on here and I honestly miss everyone. So, I was originally going to post this years ago but life got in the way but I hope you like this nonetheless.
Pairing: Andy Barber x Reader
WC: I have no idea...
You swirl around in front of your full length mirror. This was your 5th outfit you tried on for the pass hour, and it still didn’t feel like a match because this night had to be perfect. Andy asking you out made your heart raced faster than skydiving out of a 100 ft plane. He had you hooked.
Buttercup, are you still not ready?” Andy muffled behind the wooden door. “I’m sure whatever you’re wearing, I’ll love.”
There’s that word again. Love. Lately that word has been in his vocabulary often and it made you wanna buy a white dress while your friends gave you something blue. Andy made the semester bearable with the constant text from your mother, school work, and track, nothing felt stable. In comes your anchor, Andy, keeping you grounded while life seemed to drag you through hell and back.
“shh, I’m almost done.”
You giggle when you hear him rest his head on the door. “Be patient, Andy bear.” He incoherently mumble something about reservations but you were already rummaging through your clothes again. You thought a particular black body con piece would be right for the occasion. Sadly, your body didn’t agree because you kept tugging at your fupa because apparently there was a consequence for being in a relationship. Happy weight. And you’ve gained 20lbs of it.
The clicking of your doorknob brought you back to reality as you stood across your impatient boyfriend. You almost salivated at his attire and fresh hair cut. He made everything so sexy without even trying. “Come back to me baby. We are already pushing it with our reservations and I don’t want us to miss it because you decided to have project runway in here.” Before you could protest or change out of the bodycon, Andy lifts you over his shoulder like a Neanderthal. “Baby, please. At least let me change into my previous outfit. I hate this one because it makes my stomach looks weird.” You whine. “You look fine, y/n. Actually you look extremely sexy in that dress.” He softly pat your ass while you swung your feet in the air.
“Andy, put me down right now!” You giggled when his beard began tickling your thigh.
Finally outside, you feel the autumn air graze under your dress. He promptly place you down on the pavement. “ Andy, I forgot my coat!” You crossed your arms as the breeze whipped against you. “I probably wouldn’t if somebody didn’t manhandle me.” Andy only chuckled and tossed his blazer around your shoulders. “Now you shh and get in the car.” He ushers you towards his BMW.
jump cut
“My mom is going to kill me for this dress.” You tighten his blazer around your chest. “I told you to let me change” Andy smirks while you ranted. “Again, you look beautiful. There’s nothing wrong with your dress.” His skilled hand found it’s way between your legs, the gesture made you shiver as his finger pressed against your panty covered pussy.
“Andy,” you breathed out. “ Stop, not while my mom is around” you place your manicured hands on top of his. “But I’m all yours later, Andy.” Your lips brushed against his ear while your knee found it’s way pass his toned thighs.
You broke apart before you mother made her grand entrance that consisted of a minimum of five security guards and her assistant riding her ass. She wore a custom- made calf length, emerald green dress and silver jewelry that complemented her well. “Good evening mama,” you greeted with a small peck on her cheek. “You look lovely as always.” You compliment.
Summary: Everything you'd want to know about how Bucky is in bed. AKA the N-S-F-W Alphabet
Pairing: Mafia!Bucky x Reader
AN: Written on my phone, Unbetad. First entry for my summer sleepover.
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
Bucky has aftercare down to an art. It’s one of his favorite parts. He starts with sweet praise, murmuring in a mix of Russian and English. You were so good, Malyshka. I’m so proud of you. You took me so well. Can’t even begin to describe how good you felt. Reassuring you until your breath evens out and all you can hear is his deep, vibrant voice. His hands stroking your shoulders, sweeping down your back, soothing over the marks he left behind.
Bucky only leaves the bed to get you a warm cloth, gently cleaning you up.
He lets you decide if you want a shower/bath afterward or to go right to sleep. If you want a bath, he runs it for you, adding a bath bomb to the tub, lighting a few candles and turning down the lights so it's a serene ambience in the room.
He insists on carrying you to it. Easily lifting you off the bed and setting you inside the massive tub. Bucky massages your aching muscles while you soak in the hot water.
The conversation is light and centered around whatever you feel like talking about. He's content listening to your voice.
When you're done, he has water and a variety of snacks ready for you, all things he knows you like. And his aftercare is done when you fall asleep.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
Besides the obvious, Bucky’s favorite part of his body is his hands. Because he knows how much they turn you on. They’re large with slightly calloused fingertips. Decorated with intricate tattoos and rings. You both love the noticeable size difference when you put your palm up to his. Bucky is constantly touching you, whether it’s his hand on your back, a subconsciously protective gesture whenever you’re in public or his hand gripping your thigh as he drives you somewhere, your favorite has to be the way they cradle your face as he kisses you, the feel of his warm, dry palm sliding down your neck, circling your throat while he deepens the kiss makes your knees weak and he knows it.
Bucky can’t decide which part of you is his favorite. He loves your eyes–he never had a favorite color until the second you looked at him. He could spend hours and hours kissing your lips, addicted to the feel of them on him. And your thighs–fuck—he can’t keep his hands off your pretty thighs. He likes them even better when they’re wrapped around his head or waist.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
Maybe it’s his breeding kink–it’s his breeding kink–but he loves to cum deep inside you. Filling you up until he’s leaking out of you. And then he fucks it back into you until you’re sensitive and overstimulated. When he’s done, he’ll spread your thighs. The sight of him dripping out of your pretty pussy makes him feral. He can’t help himself, slowly pushing it back into you with two thick fingers. And If the two of you had a quickie somewhere public–like the art gallery–he’ll steal your panties so you have to go back out with his cum running down your thighs.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
Bucky has a few Polaroids of you in his wallet. Tastefully erotic pictures of you sprawled across his sheets, freshly fucked, wearing only his dog tags between your breasts, the gold chain with his initial on your thigh. Your cunt glistening ans begging for his tongue.
On the nights, he has to work late and he doesn’t want to wake you, he’ll lock himself in his office, take out one of his pictures of you, wrapping his hand around his thick length, stroking himself until he cums in his hand. He plans on convincing you to let him take a few videos soon.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
Bucky knows what he’s doing. He wasn't a womanizer before you, but he has experience. Bucky pays attention, he made it a point to discover where all of your spots are, finding them with ease and precision. Listening to every sigh and moan and plea you make, studying your expressions when hes inside you or touching you.
It’s how he learne which patterns to draw over your clit, how to curl his fingers just right so you scream his name. How he should angle his hips, what pace you need so he can make sure you always get your orgasm.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
His favorite position is anything that starts with you on top and ends with you under him, your legs on his shoulders, nails raking down his back. He’ll let you be in control at first, telling you to do whatever feels good before eventually taking over. He needs to be able to see your face, even when he’s fucking you from behind, he’ll pull you up so your back hits his chest or position a mirror in front of you so he can watch you cum.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
Depends on the situation. Lunchtime quickies are lighthearted and fun. Makeup sessions are slow and passionate. The majority of the time, he’s intense and focused on you.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
Bucky smells amazing, a mix of spiced orange, fresh vanilla, and smokey cedar combined with his natural musk. It’s irresistible. And he’s well-groomed, keeping the thick thatch of curls above his cock trimmed. Bucky doesn’t care about your body hair though, he’s never commented on what you do with it unless you ask his opinion after you get a wax or something.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
Bucky lives for the intimate moments, he never considers himself a romantic until you. Now he savors those moments when he’s inside, not moving, just enjoying the feel of you wrapped around him, checking in on you, making sure you’re enjoying yourself, praising you throughout, talking you through each and every orgasm. He’s all about the slow, passionate kisses while he fucks you hard and rough. Nipping and marking your throat while he’s going slow and deep. The constant eye contact is what he lives for, Bucky doesn’t beg for much but he will beg for you to keep your eyes on him.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
You know about the late-night office moments, the pictures he keeps of you. The other times that he gets off using his hand are when you’re not in the mood. He has never pressured for sex and never will. If he happens to be horny and you’re not, he has no problems using his hand.
Now Bucky is filthy when it comes to jacking off. He’ll wrap a pair of your panties around his cock and use the soft material to get off. And he really likes it when you watch him fuck his fist, cumming with your name on his lips. He’s introduced you to mutual masturbation, the act way hotter than you’d thought it be.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
Bucky has several kinks. Knife play, choking, breath play, semi-public sex, overstimulation, orgasm control, bondage, edging, spanking, gun play, housewife kink combined with some free use. Size kink—this man is larger than you and he makes sure you're always aware of that fact.
Praise comes so naturally to him, you’d swear he’d invented it. His breeding kink has become both of your favorites. Call him sir in public and Bucky will drag you to the nearest closet or room so he can make you moan that word while you ride his cock.
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
Without a doubt, it’s the bedroom. You can be as loud as you want in there. He can take his time and do whatever he wants to you. Then his office has a certain thrill, mostly stemming from the fact that he keeps the door unlocked. The backseat of his car, windows fogged up, you on top while he holds your hips and pounds into you. At the art gallery during a showing. On the rooftop of his hotel.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
You. Bucky gets turned on by you. You don’t have to do anything but smile at him and he’s ready to go. If you want to test his control, put on a part of thigh highs and a garter or wear the thigh chain he bought you, make sure he gets a good glimpse of it and you’ll be on your back before you can say his name.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
While Bucky enjoys spanking you, the only places he’ll ever strike you are on your ass and pussy. And he’ll never let anyone see you in a vulnerable position. If you’re uncomfortable with something, it becomes an automatic no for him.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
Bucky loves to give as much as he loves to receive. You’ve lost count of how many times you’ve woken up with his head between your thighs. Bucky’s tongue is amazing and he gets off on getting you off, he loves your taste and smell. You don’t have to return the favor, although he’ll appreciate if you do.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
Unpredictable. Bucky is unpredictable. It is the best way to describe how he fucks you. Bucky has learned to read your expressions and decipher every little sound you make, he knows when you want it deeper and when you need it harder, he knows the right amount of pressure to place on your throat when you’re about to climax. He can prolong your orgasm or keep you on the edge with a shift of his hips.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
Bucky appreciates a good quickie. It doesn’t happen too often because he’d rather take his time and draw out your shared pleasure until you’re both delirious. But when you visit him at his office, it usually ends up with you bent over his desk, your hands clinging to the sides as he grips your hips, slamming into you again and again. You’ve had a few quickies at parties, in his car, on the beach at private resort.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
The mobster has always been a risk taker and he’s turning you into one as well. He’s constantly experimenting with you, figuring out new ways to make your eyes roll back while you gush all over him. It started off small and has been escalating ever since. Bucky has a way of making you feel comfortable so you don’t worry about asking him to try something different, he welcomes it and is down for just about anything.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
Bucky has incredible stamina–he’s literally fucked you to sleep more than once. He’s never finished before you and his refractory period is pretty short. Give him a few minutes to rest and he’s ready to go again. Some nights, he’ll go for hours, making you cum over and over and over. When he says you’ll feel him for days, he means it.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
Bucky doesn’t view toys as competition, they’re part of his arsenal. He’s all about your pleasure, and he’s willing to use anything that will make you feel good. He’s even taking you to a sex shop so both of you could explore different options. His personal faves have to be the vibrating panties he has you wear when you’re out to dinner and the little bullet he’ll press to your clit when he’s deep inside you, keeping it there until you’re begging him to stop.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
Bucky enjoys tormenting you. He starts with light touches, his calloused fingertips grazing your soft skin, whispering in Russian everything he plans on doing to you, even though you can’t understand what he’s saying, you can feel his intent in the way his lips sweep across your throat and the sweet spot below your ear. The soft scrape of his teeth on your collarbone is enough to make you whimper, and he knows it.
Bucky is ruthless when it comes to teasing you. Keeping you on the edge and pushing your limits until you’re so needy and wet for him that he can just slide right in and fuck you senseless. He’s worked you up so much that sometimes you’ll orgasm before he’s bottomed out. Naturally, that does things to his ego that guarantee he’s going to find new and better ways to tease you.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
Bucky isn’t loud, but he is vocal. His rich baritone turns raspy and deeper and so sexy when he slips into Russian without realizing it. That’s how you know he’s about to lose control and is seconds from fucking you into the mattress. And he’s a moaner–you could come from the sounds of his moans, when he’s close, he’ll press his face into the curve of your throat and moan your name, drawing it out in a desperate whisper that borders on a whimper.
Bucky loves it when you’re loud—when you sob his name, and keen each time he hits your spot. You don’t mean to cry out, but it just feels so good you can’t control yourself. If you’re in public, he’ll have his hand on your mouth as he teases you, asking if you really want everyone to hear how cockdrunk you are, if you want them to know how good you take his cock.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
Bucky likes it when you wear lingerie for him. He’ll have a boutique close for the day so the two of you can shop in private. Bucky lounges in one of their chairs, his long legs spread as he leans back, looking every bit of the mobster he is while he lazily sips on his bourbon. Slate-grey eyes follow your every move as you try on piece after piece, the heat from his gaze settling in your belly. He watches you change, praising your body as you model for him. His favorite outfit so far is the rose-gold set, black lacy thigh highs, and matching garter. His eyes drop to your panties, smirking when you soak through the lacy material after he starts toying with the garter, his other hand curving around your thigh, the cold press of his rings making you shiver.
“You’re beautiful Malyksha,” Bucky hums, his bottom lip rolling between his teeth, “I almost feel bad for ripping this off you.” It’s apparent from his smug, lust-filled tone suggests otherwise.
He takes you, right there in the middle of the dressing room, his hand on your throat, turning your head to the mirrors so you can see him take you apart. You leave with more than several bags of la Perla. And if the boutique owner heard the two of you, the amount Bucky spent on panties alone says she didn't.
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
Bucky is a big man. Taller than you, taller than most people. Pure sin wrapped in a tailored suit. You know every inch of his tattooed skin, you know how his broad shoulders feel under your hands. Bronzed muscles he uses to toss you around. An irresistible thin vein curves down his Adonis belt.
And a thick nine inches that you can barely wrap your hands around. You told him he was too big, of course, he responded that he’s a perfect fit for you.
You’ll never get used to his deep voice telling you that you can take it, there you go, it’s yours, so take every inch malyshka, what a fucking good girl. After the first time, he stretched you out until you were fully wrapped around and you felt that deliciously wicked burn, you can’t help but agree.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
Bucky can go multiple times a day if you let him. He is insatiable when it comes to you. Bucky can’t quite explain it other than to say you’re the sweetest addiction he’s ever had.. Bucky can get drunk off your taste alone, he doesn’t even want anything in return, just sit on his face and you’ll make him a happy man.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterward)
Bucky prefers to wait until you fall asleep first. Before you, Buckty was a restless sleeper, only getting about 2-3 hours a night but when you have your head on his chest, one leg over his, or with your back pressed into his chest, you give him a comfort he’s never had and Bucky sleeps much better when you’re in his arms.
That was my first NSFW alphabet (and probably too long😂)
Summary: Everything you'd want to know about how Bucky is in bed. AKA the N-S-F-W Alphabet
Pairing: Mafia!Bucky x Reader
AN: Written on my phone, Unbetad. First entry for my summer sleepover.
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
Bucky has aftercare down to an art. It’s one of his favorite parts. He starts with sweet praise, murmuring in a mix of Russian and English. You were so good, Malyshka. I’m so proud of you. You took me so well. Can’t even begin to describe how good you felt. Reassuring you until your breath evens out and all you can hear is his deep, vibrant voice. His hands stroking your shoulders, sweeping down your back, soothing over the marks he left behind.
Bucky only leaves the bed to get you a warm cloth, gently cleaning you up.
He lets you decide if you want a shower/bath afterward or to go right to sleep. If you want a bath, he runs it for you, adding a bath bomb to the tub, lighting a few candles and turning down the lights so it's a serene ambience in the room.
He insists on carrying you to it. Easily lifting you off the bed and setting you inside the massive tub. Bucky massages your aching muscles while you soak in the hot water.
The conversation is light and centered around whatever you feel like talking about. He's content listening to your voice.
When you're done, he has water and a variety of snacks ready for you, all things he knows you like. And his aftercare is done when you fall asleep.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
Besides the obvious, Bucky’s favorite part of his body is his hands. Because he knows how much they turn you on. They’re large with slightly calloused fingertips. Decorated with intricate tattoos and rings. You both love the noticeable size difference when you put your palm up to his. Bucky is constantly touching you, whether it’s his hand on your back, a subconsciously protective gesture whenever you’re in public or his hand gripping your thigh as he drives you somewhere, your favorite has to be the way they cradle your face as he kisses you, the feel of his warm, dry palm sliding down your neck, circling your throat while he deepens the kiss makes your knees weak and he knows it.
Bucky can’t decide which part of you is his favorite. He loves your eyes–he never had a favorite color until the second you looked at him. He could spend hours and hours kissing your lips, addicted to the feel of them on him. And your thighs–fuck—he can’t keep his hands off your pretty thighs. He likes them even better when they’re wrapped around his head or waist.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
Maybe it’s his breeding kink–it’s his breeding kink–but he loves to cum deep inside you. Filling you up until he’s leaking out of you. And then he fucks it back into you until you’re sensitive and overstimulated. When he’s done, he’ll spread your thighs. The sight of him dripping out of your pretty pussy makes him feral. He can’t help himself, slowly pushing it back into you with two thick fingers. And If the two of you had a quickie somewhere public–like the art gallery–he’ll steal your panties so you have to go back out with his cum running down your thighs.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
Bucky has a few Polaroids of you in his wallet. Tastefully erotic pictures of you sprawled across his sheets, freshly fucked, wearing only his dog tags between your breasts, the gold chain with his initial on your thigh. Your cunt glistening ans begging for his tongue.
On the nights, he has to work late and he doesn’t want to wake you, he’ll lock himself in his office, take out one of his pictures of you, wrapping his hand around his thick length, stroking himself until he cums in his hand. He plans on convincing you to let him take a few videos soon.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
Bucky knows what he’s doing. He wasn't a womanizer before you, but he has experience. Bucky pays attention, he made it a point to discover where all of your spots are, finding them with ease and precision. Listening to every sigh and moan and plea you make, studying your expressions when hes inside you or touching you.
It’s how he learne which patterns to draw over your clit, how to curl his fingers just right so you scream his name. How he should angle his hips, what pace you need so he can make sure you always get your orgasm.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
His favorite position is anything that starts with you on top and ends with you under him, your legs on his shoulders, nails raking down his back. He’ll let you be in control at first, telling you to do whatever feels good before eventually taking over. He needs to be able to see your face, even when he’s fucking you from behind, he’ll pull you up so your back hits his chest or position a mirror in front of you so he can watch you cum.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
Depends on the situation. Lunchtime quickies are lighthearted and fun. Makeup sessions are slow and passionate. The majority of the time, he’s intense and focused on you.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
Bucky smells amazing, a mix of spiced orange, fresh vanilla, and smokey cedar combined with his natural musk. It’s irresistible. And he’s well-groomed, keeping the thick thatch of curls above his cock trimmed. Bucky doesn’t care about your body hair though, he’s never commented on what you do with it unless you ask his opinion after you get a wax or something.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
Bucky lives for the intimate moments, he never considers himself a romantic until you. Now he savors those moments when he’s inside, not moving, just enjoying the feel of you wrapped around him, checking in on you, making sure you’re enjoying yourself, praising you throughout, talking you through each and every orgasm. He’s all about the slow, passionate kisses while he fucks you hard and rough. Nipping and marking your throat while he’s going slow and deep. The constant eye contact is what he lives for, Bucky doesn’t beg for much but he will beg for you to keep your eyes on him.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
You know about the late-night office moments, the pictures he keeps of you. The other times that he gets off using his hand are when you’re not in the mood. He has never pressured for sex and never will. If he happens to be horny and you’re not, he has no problems using his hand.
Now Bucky is filthy when it comes to jacking off. He’ll wrap a pair of your panties around his cock and use the soft material to get off. And he really likes it when you watch him fuck his fist, cumming with your name on his lips. He’s introduced you to mutual masturbation, the act way hotter than you’d thought it be.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
Bucky has several kinks. Knife play, choking, breath play, semi-public sex, overstimulation, orgasm control, bondage, edging, spanking, gun play, housewife kink combined with some free use. Size kink—this man is larger than you and he makes sure you're always aware of that fact.
Praise comes so naturally to him, you’d swear he’d invented it. His breeding kink has become both of your favorites. Call him sir in public and Bucky will drag you to the nearest closet or room so he can make you moan that word while you ride his cock.
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
Without a doubt, it’s the bedroom. You can be as loud as you want in there. He can take his time and do whatever he wants to you. Then his office has a certain thrill, mostly stemming from the fact that he keeps the door unlocked. The backseat of his car, windows fogged up, you on top while he holds your hips and pounds into you. At the art gallery during a showing. On the rooftop of his hotel.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
You. Bucky gets turned on by you. You don’t have to do anything but smile at him and he’s ready to go. If you want to test his control, put on a part of thigh highs and a garter or wear the thigh chain he bought you, make sure he gets a good glimpse of it and you’ll be on your back before you can say his name.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
While Bucky enjoys spanking you, the only places he’ll ever strike you are on your ass and pussy. And he’ll never let anyone see you in a vulnerable position. If you’re uncomfortable with something, it becomes an automatic no for him.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
Bucky loves to give as much as he loves to receive. You’ve lost count of how many times you’ve woken up with his head between your thighs. Bucky’s tongue is amazing and he gets off on getting you off, he loves your taste and smell. You don’t have to return the favor, although he’ll appreciate if you do.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
Unpredictable. Bucky is unpredictable. It is the best way to describe how he fucks you. Bucky has learned to read your expressions and decipher every little sound you make, he knows when you want it deeper and when you need it harder, he knows the right amount of pressure to place on your throat when you’re about to climax. He can prolong your orgasm or keep you on the edge with a shift of his hips.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
Bucky appreciates a good quickie. It doesn’t happen too often because he’d rather take his time and draw out your shared pleasure until you’re both delirious. But when you visit him at his office, it usually ends up with you bent over his desk, your hands clinging to the sides as he grips your hips, slamming into you again and again. You’ve had a few quickies at parties, in his car, on the beach at private resort.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
The mobster has always been a risk taker and he’s turning you into one as well. He’s constantly experimenting with you, figuring out new ways to make your eyes roll back while you gush all over him. It started off small and has been escalating ever since. Bucky has a way of making you feel comfortable so you don’t worry about asking him to try something different, he welcomes it and is down for just about anything.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
Bucky has incredible stamina–he’s literally fucked you to sleep more than once. He’s never finished before you and his refractory period is pretty short. Give him a few minutes to rest and he’s ready to go again. Some nights, he’ll go for hours, making you cum over and over and over. When he says you’ll feel him for days, he means it.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
Bucky doesn’t view toys as competition, they’re part of his arsenal. He’s all about your pleasure, and he’s willing to use anything that will make you feel good. He’s even taking you to a sex shop so both of you could explore different options. His personal faves have to be the vibrating panties he has you wear when you’re out to dinner and the little bullet he’ll press to your clit when he’s deep inside you, keeping it there until you’re begging him to stop.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
Bucky enjoys tormenting you. He starts with light touches, his calloused fingertips grazing your soft skin, whispering in Russian everything he plans on doing to you, even though you can’t understand what he’s saying, you can feel his intent in the way his lips sweep across your throat and the sweet spot below your ear. The soft scrape of his teeth on your collarbone is enough to make you whimper, and he knows it.
Bucky is ruthless when it comes to teasing you. Keeping you on the edge and pushing your limits until you’re so needy and wet for him that he can just slide right in and fuck you senseless. He’s worked you up so much that sometimes you’ll orgasm before he’s bottomed out. Naturally, that does things to his ego that guarantee he’s going to find new and better ways to tease you.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
Bucky isn’t loud, but he is vocal. His rich baritone turns raspy and deeper and so sexy when he slips into Russian without realizing it. That’s how you know he’s about to lose control and is seconds from fucking you into the mattress. And he’s a moaner–you could come from the sounds of his moans, when he’s close, he’ll press his face into the curve of your throat and moan your name, drawing it out in a desperate whisper that borders on a whimper.
Bucky loves it when you’re loud—when you sob his name, and keen each time he hits your spot. You don’t mean to cry out, but it just feels so good you can’t control yourself. If you’re in public, he’ll have his hand on your mouth as he teases you, asking if you really want everyone to hear how cockdrunk you are, if you want them to know how good you take his cock.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
Bucky likes it when you wear lingerie for him. He’ll have a boutique close for the day so the two of you can shop in private. Bucky lounges in one of their chairs, his long legs spread as he leans back, looking every bit of the mobster he is while he lazily sips on his bourbon. Slate-grey eyes follow your every move as you try on piece after piece, the heat from his gaze settling in your belly. He watches you change, praising your body as you model for him. His favorite outfit so far is the rose-gold set, black lacy thigh highs, and matching garter. His eyes drop to your panties, smirking when you soak through the lacy material after he starts toying with the garter, his other hand curving around your thigh, the cold press of his rings making you shiver.
“You’re beautiful Malyksha,” Bucky hums, his bottom lip rolling between his teeth, “I almost feel bad for ripping this off you.” It’s apparent from his smug, lust-filled tone suggests otherwise.
He takes you, right there in the middle of the dressing room, his hand on your throat, turning your head to the mirrors so you can see him take you apart. You leave with more than several bags of la Perla. And if the boutique owner heard the two of you, the amount Bucky spent on panties alone says she didn't.
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
Bucky is a big man. Taller than you, taller than most people. Pure sin wrapped in a tailored suit. You know every inch of his tattooed skin, you know how his broad shoulders feel under your hands. Bronzed muscles he uses to toss you around. An irresistible thin vein curves down his Adonis belt.
And a thick nine inches that you can barely wrap your hands around. You told him he was too big, of course, he responded that he’s a perfect fit for you.
You’ll never get used to his deep voice telling you that you can take it, there you go, it’s yours, so take every inch malyshka, what a fucking good girl. After the first time, he stretched you out until you were fully wrapped around and you felt that deliciously wicked burn, you can’t help but agree.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
Bucky can go multiple times a day if you let him. He is insatiable when it comes to you. Bucky can’t quite explain it other than to say you’re the sweetest addiction he’s ever had.. Bucky can get drunk off your taste alone, he doesn’t even want anything in return, just sit on his face and you’ll make him a happy man.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterward)
Bucky prefers to wait until you fall asleep first. Before you, Buckty was a restless sleeper, only getting about 2-3 hours a night but when you have your head on his chest, one leg over his, or with your back pressed into his chest, you give him a comfort he’s never had and Bucky sleeps much better when you’re in his arms.
That was my first NSFW alphabet (and probably too long😂)
You fiddle with your porcelain china dish. It is a family heirloom that has been passed down for 7 generations and according to your grandmother, it’s used to bring great fortune to whoever possesses it. So, why are you currently in a heated argument with your friend with benefits, Bucky.
James is a walking red flag.
His obsessive nature drives you insane when he constantly calls you all hours of the day. You’re at work? He doesn’t fucking care! Your mom want to spend time with you? Oh, he hates that, but let you bring up Natasha one timee…. The man would combust.
“I told you I didn’t fuck Natasha. I was out drinking with a couple of friends and she happened to be there.” He wheezed, turning redder with each word. “ God, I don’t know why you are so adamant about this shit? We already knew this was just sex so why does it matter if I were to fuck someone else.” You were fuming at this. This was the same man who brutalized your coworker after he spotted you both getting coffee.
“So now it’s only sex? Well, how about I call up Steve since you know whatever the fuck we are doing is meaningless!” You carelessly let the dish clank against your bar, stepping closer to your brooding lover. “See how you like knowing that your worst enemy is fucking me into my masstress or better yet calling him daddy instead of you. Because he’s been texting for a while now and I think it’s time I entertain the thought.” You crossed your arms, letting your robe cover your cleavage.
“Or what about Logan? He wants us to start over and maybe we should become apparently nothing is florshing in this situation we have here! You are so fucking hypocritical ,Bucky. You say that it’s only sex but I can never go out without you knowing where I’m going or god forbid I’m out with another guy!” At this point tears streamed down your face and you could feel your cheeks heating up from frustration. “You treat me like a girlfriend when I’m only a fuck buddy that you keep around to keep your dick wet. God, I hate you so much.”
If he was angry before, you knew he was livid. His jaw clenched and his eyes held a blank look as they bored into yours. You almost thought he wasn’t breathing until his chest heaved rapidly. All too soon, Bucky had you pinned against the refrigerator with his metal hand wrapped around your waist.
“Now I don’t think I heard you correctly. Do you want to repeat what you just said ?” He antagonized you. “You were a big girl a second ago, what happened to her?” His eyes held a gleam that you never saw before but it’s gone before you could dissect it. “ And you hate me? Let’s see how much you hate me when I have you moaning my name, little fucking brat.”
pairing: ceo!silverfox!ari levinson x personal assistant!reader
concept:. One kiss will ignite all this, which will light my darkest fire for your body
word count: 3.6k
warnings: silver fox Ari, bossy boss, business trip, hot tub love time, fireplace love time, p -in- v, a tiny bit of man—ipulation edging, fing- ering, o-ra-l (f receiving), tiny wine body painting, sweet kisses, pu-ssy slap-ping, soft power imbalance, dumb-ification, praise, Sir k-ink, dirty talk, spanking, nickname ──(Princess, Sweetheart)
a/n: @navybrat817 When I was dancing with my other wips, I remember when you dropped this sweet silverfox Ari, leaving me daydreaming for months. I am grateful for you dropping him off so I can write him a beautiful story.
@lookiamtrying @/writing-for-marvel @sunshinebuckybarnes, thank you for letting me rant for months about him and brainstorm ideas.
lovely betas: @lunarbuck and @writing-for-marvel
the cute gif/line divider/moodboard made by me
thank you @jen-with-a-pen for making the silverfox ari image on the second moodboard.
Masterlist
As time passes, each note rests on each string.
Your eyes are captivated by the clouds you pass. One sky, one trip, and countless cloud formations.
The clouds reminded you how far away you were from your real destination, and you could only remember how you got on his plane.
“You wanted to see me, Sir?” you asked as you entered his office. He nodded and motioned for you to take a seat. “I have some important news to share with you,” he said. “We’ve just been awarded a large contract from a new client. There is a crucial business event next week that you must attend with me." Ari keeps typing on his computer without looking at you.
"I can't go," you say.
Ari stops typing and looks up. "Why not?" he demands.
"I have my holiday, and I will be out of the country for a while."
“That is part of your job. You are expected to attend. You can pack up your things at the end of the day if you are unable to attend this business trip."
You look desperate in his eyes as you say, "My vacation was approved months ago."
He pauses for a moment, then says, "I'm sorry, but this business trip is mandatory. You will have to postpone your vacation."
“I have given you access to my schedule. Do you mean you didn't read what was coming up? ” he asks in a dead tone. He is trying to point out that he had been clear with his scheduling and that it was your responsibility to be aware of what was coming up and plan accordingly.
As you leave Ari's office, you feel frustrated. You feel your heart sink as you think about all the time and money you’ve already spent preparing. You have been looking forward to this vacation for months, and now it seems like you will have to postpone it indefinitely.
Ari Levinson's name has become so familiar that nobody can escape it. He is a top influencer in the business world and is often a keynote speaker at industry events. His advice and insights are sought after by some of the most successful companies around the world. His reach is unparalleled, and he is an inspiration to many.
From small startups to large corporations, Ari Levinson has been able to make an impact on nearly every sector. His success story is one that continues to be shared and celebrated as he continues to break boundaries in the business world. It would make many human bodies swoon to gaze into his lustful blue eyes. He is a true testament to the power of ambition and hard work.
Ari is a role model for entrepreneurs and business professionals who are looking to make a difference. His story is an inspiration to many who aspire to greatness.
Ari Levinson is an icon.
However, you see the rude, uncaring, sexy heartless boss.
He often puts profits before people and shows zero regard for those he works with. His attitude contrasts starkly with his public image.
You and the hot silver fox icon are stuck in Switzerland in a cabin alone. This was supposed to be your vacation since he told you that you had to join him. You were supposed to be at the beach enjoying the sun with a drink in your hand in the Bahamas, not sitting next to a fireplace freezing your behind off.
You turn to him and ask why he dragged you here.
A mischievous glint appears in his eye as he tells you that success in this world comes from working until you can earn money while you sleep. "And I intend to show you just how to do that," he says with a smirk.
In the end, you will never be able to recall the wisps of a dream because he took a weekend full of sun and pleasure from you, and now you are flying into the cold.
He stands tall, proud of his body, gazing out the window, letting the cold winter air fill his lungs. His muscles tense up as he takes a deep breath in, his eyes focused on the horizon. He is ready to take on whatever the night might bring.
His eyes are shut tight as he savors the warmth of the fire. His feet are planted firmly on the ground as his hands reach for the stars. He is in his own world as he basks in the glory of the fire.
He takes another deep breath and turns back to the fireplace, determined to make it up to you. He adds a few more logs to the fire, watching the orange and yellow flames flicker against the night sky. He knows that he would do anything to make you happy, and he hopes that you will forgive him. He smiles, content in the knowledge that at least he tried.
Little did you know, the silver fox had an ulterior motive for bringing you to Switzerland.
A smile spreads across his face as he watches you relaxing in a hot tub, washing away the stress of your long day. Clearly, he pushed you to the limit and saw your not-so-subtle eye rolls during the flight. He knows he has been too harsh on you, but he wants to ensure you succeed with him.
He lingers around your body tonight as he writes your name next to his.
Taking a deep breath, you let yourself sink deeper into the warm water, feeling your muscles relax with every step. If you can’t be in the sun, this is the closest you can get to feeling warm all over your body. The hot water embraces you with comforting warmth like a hug from a friend. You stay in the hot tub for as long as you can, allowing yourself to forget the stress of the day and simply enjoy the peace. Your boss has always made sure you don’t have a social life beyond being his personal assistant.
You have been trying to find a respite from the stress of the man's presence, and the soothing sound of the bubbling jets and the gentle hum of the motor are just what you need. The sound of his voice, however, is enough to break the illusion and bring you back to reality.
"Mr. Levinson, I don’t start until tomorrow morning. I am enjoying my free time. I need to relax, please," you say softly and finally put down your foot. It‘s time for you to relax after he stole your time off.
"Sweetheart, I apologize if I appeared harsh to you earlier this week, but you need to understand."
“I know! But let me relax tonight," you plead.
You sigh and open your eyes and stare at him with shock.
His desire for your body will reveal where his electric current resides.
When he opens the white robe's string with his strong hands, your heart races. He pulls it open, revealing his exquisite figure. You can't help but gasp in surprise. He suppresses a smile and nods.
"Would you like some company ?” His sculpted arms flex as he reaches for the wine, and for a moment, you can’t take your eyes off him. He smirks, knowing his effect on you. He pours one glass of wine. You feel electricity between you, and you can tell he feels it too.
You take a deep breath, trying to compose yourself.
You can't help but stare, unable to take your eyes off him.
You feel an overwhelming urge to touch him, to have him touch you.
You feel a tingling sensation throughout your body as he stands in front of you, exposing himself to you.
As he dips into the hot tub, you can see the water wavering around him and towards you. He slowly submerges himself in the water, letting out a sigh of relief as his tension and stress slowly melt away. The steam rises slowly around him, enveloping him in a cocoon of warmth and comfort.
You can't let your attraction to your boss get in the way of your job. But as he leans in closer, you feel yourself getting lost in his piercing gaze. Suddenly, the room feels too small and too hot. You try to focus on anything but him - the painting on the wall, the clock ticking away - but it's no use. Your mind keeps drifting back to him and how badly you want to give in to this forbidden passion.
Your breath comes out nervously as he floats closer to you.
"Wine?” Taking a sip of his wine, he closes the distance.
"I don't have a glass," you mumble nervously as he invades your space.
You hold your breath as he draws closer, hovering his lips over you. You feel your heart racing as you close your eyes and wait, anticipating a kiss. He pulls away, leaving you disappointed and flustered.
Then he nods at you to drink from his wine glass and slowly places it near your lips. You hesitantly sip, feeling the wine's warmth spread through your body.
Drops of wine drip from your lips, and he touches your neck with his finger to stop them from falling further. "Drink more, Princess," he urges. He leans in again, trailing kisses down your neck and sending shivers down your spine.
You feel nervous and excited as your heart races for a kiss. You take another sip of wine to steady yourself, noticing how his fierce azure eyes darken with desire.
He reaches for the bottle and pours more wine over your body. His hands caress your skin as he moves the bottle along, letting the cool liquid slide down your skin. His lips follow the path of the wine, leaving you trembling in anticipation.
One kiss will ignite all this, which will light my darkest fire for your body
He leans in and captures your lips in a passionate kiss.
The taste of wine on his lips is intoxicating as he takes another sip of you.
When his lips touch yours, a wave of passion washes over you. You feel the warmth of his breath. You get lost in the moment, the world around you fading away. As the wine lingers on your tongue, it mixes with the taste of him. He deepens the kiss, feeling his arms wrap around you as he pulls you closer. The heat between you is palpable and electric, making every nerve in your body come alive.
He smiles and whispers in your ear "Let's make tonight one to remember" You can feel a shiver down your spine as you nod.
Your new sweet obsession is his warmth, his smile your lust, his kisses your obsession
"I know you're a good girl; you're going to do everything I say, aren't you?" he breathes deeply over your exposed neck. You nod, unable to form any words.
A smile spreads across his face as he lowers his hands under the water and covers your pussy. "Princess, use your words."
You let out a whimper, "Yes, Sir." He chuckles, pleased with your response, and kisses your neck again. His hands explore further as his grip tightens around you.
“My girl," he murmurs softly. "Do you know how hot you are? How insane you drive me? I can barely contain myself. I want you so badly," he whispers in your ear.
His lips move down your neck, and his hands travel all over your body, exploring and caressing your curves.
The words he whispers to you stir something in you as his lust rages inside.
"You have such a slutty little mouth," he murmurs against your ear, holding you still with one hand against your throat and the other under the hot water rubbing against your pussy. "I'm sure you're tight as hell. I'm looking forward to hearing the sounds you make as you stretch around my dick. Princess, I promise to let you feel every inch of my cock"
Against his fingers, you grind, your eyes closing as you're enthralled by the kisses he leaves across your jaw and neck.
You feel him slide his thumb across your skin before sweeping it across your clit. As he moves his finger gently inside you, you can feel the movement of the water.
The sensation of his hands touching you, and watching his face as he does so, is intoxicating. You want more of it. He moves his fingers in circles inside you, sending pleasure waves through your body. But he stops when you explode, teasing you. More of him, whatever he can do, is what you need.
It's more of his filthy words and thick fingers.
Put his passion for you into words through his touch
The air blows on your pussy while he holds onto your thighs. You feel the cool air of the night on your skin as you try to focus on your boss' words.
It never occurred to you that you would be in this situation. You are lying on the floor next to the fireplace, naked in front of your boss, and the firelight enlightens the room. You were left to find comfort in the heat radiating from the floor, the only warmth you had after your swimsuit was carelessly discarded.
As you try to piece together the events leading up to this moment, your boss leans over and whispers against your pussy.
He kisses you there, a slow sweep with his tongue from bottom to top, ending with sucking your clit between his lips. You grip the rug cover end in your fists and try not to grind your pussy toward his face.
There's something about the way his tongue feels so freaking warm and soft. Then there's the way the scruff on his beard feels against it. It's lightly abrasive, and you're overwhelmed by the mix of sensations. You moan as you move closer, wanting to get close as possible.
"My Princess has a wet pussy, doesn't she? Want me to play with it? Stick my fingers in it? Maybe later, she can welcome my dick?" Using the tip of his finger, he runs it around your pussy, then slaps it and puts you on edge. “You're so sensitive." His voice echoes in the room, satisfied that you're affected by him.
You moan. "Sir, You're teasing me."
He chuckles and leans in closer, his breath tickling your pussy. "I'm not teasing. I'm just trying to make you feel good."
You hold your breath and scrunch your eyes shut as he exhales and laughs. "You can relax, Princess." He leans closer, his breath tickling your thighs. "It's just me." He pulls away, a smirk on his face. As he bites softly on the sides of your thighs, his gaze drifts to your pussy. "It's going to be a long night," he says softly.
Your hands clench in his salty pepper hair, and you shift your hips, intoxicated by his mouth on you.
I felt a deep sense of pleasure flowing with each kiss of lustful attention.
It is as if your soft sounds, your delicate moans, pull him deeper inside, just like the swell and the throb in his cock.
He couldn't resist the temptation any longer. He had to have you, all of you. The way your body moved and responded to his touch drove him wild with desire. He wanted to explore every inch of your skin, taste every part of you. Your innocence only made him want you more, to be the one who initiates you into a world of pleasure that only he can provide. As he plunges deeper inside you, he feels like he is finally complete.
"Fuck, this slutty pussy is begging for my cock," he says, slapping your thighs while your muscles clench around him, teasing you.
He grabs your hand and guides it over his body - smooth, warm, and inviting. His eyes are locked on yours, and you can feel his desire radiating from him. You can't help but feel a wave of pleasure wash over you.
He smiles despite the tension near his eyes, as though waiting for your response. "Tell me how this feels. How does my cock feel inside of you?" You bite your lip and moan softly.
He slides his hips back and forth, pushing deeper and deeper into you.
You can feel his hardness pulsing and stretching you, and your pleasure builds with every thrust. "I feel like you're breaking me, but I'm full, hot, and - so alive, Ari. I need more, please." Your voice is barely above a whisper, but it's enough to make him shiver with desire. He leans down to capture her lips again, deepening your connection and losing himself in the sensations you bring out in him.
He slides his hips back and forth, pushing deeper and deeper into you. You moan in pleasure as you feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge. He pulls out and then thrusts back in, pushing you over the edge as you reach your climax.
You moan into his mouth as he begins to thrust, your body arching and trembling with each stroke as he moves faster and faster. His strong hands grip your hips tightly as he drives into you, pushing you closer and closer to the edge. He pulls away and whispers in your ear, “Do you know why I hired you, Princess.”
You look into his eyes, your body still shaking from the pleasure he had brought you. You gasp and whisper back, “No, why did you hire me?”
He smiles and pulls you close, kissing you deeply. “Because you are the most talented, and I always hire the best.”
The smug grin on his face lights up as he kisses your neck and shoulder, his fingers now playing with your nipple. His pace slows as your body begins to revive itself. The tip of his nose trails up your neck and shoulder as he marks your skin. "I knew from the moment I saw you that you were special. Your pussy had to be special to take my cock." His voice is hoarse and filled with desire, and his breathing heavy as he whispers these words into the air, emphasizing the power of his feelings for you.
"You're doing so well for your CEO, Sweetheart," he whispers, his lips against yours. "We have all week to explore every aspect of your performance."
You run a hand through his salt-and-pepper hair. "Ari - I?" A second orgasm hits you before you can even speak, and your whole body tenses against him.
You are his, so he owns everything about you
As your climax approaches, Ari whispers, "You're mine." His hands press against your skin sending shivers down your spine. He leans in and kisses you again. "Mine," he repeats when the first spasm of pleasure makes you shudder and throw your head back.
All that is audible are his grunts as he takes control of your body with each thrust.
It was Ari's dirty secret that there was no conference; instead, he will keep himself warm by being inside of you for the entire week.
He knows you won't mind it.
This weekend is a winter storm, and he knows you'll need him to soothe your body and make you moan. This weekend, Ari is ready to wrap himself around you and provide the warmth and comfort you desperately crave; he will be your source of comfort in the midst of the storm. His skin is soft and inviting, begging you to let him into your heart for a moment of pleasure together.
As you hold each other, the world outside freezes away - it's just the two of you in this heat.
Your body ached, curved, and was drenched. It embraced him.
Synopsis: Bucky says something he regrets during an argument.
Angst with fluffy ending.
Warnings: swearing, Bucky being kind of mean but making up for it <3
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You tapped your foot nervously against the floor as you stared down at your phone. The many unanswered messages you’ve sent to your boyfriend stared back at you.
Bucky had been missing from the compound all day, and your heart ached. You understood that he needs his space, time alone to clear his head. Everyone does. You just wished he would let you know where he was going before he hopped on his motorcycle and left to god knows where. What if something happened to him, and nobody knew his location? Your stomach churned at the thought, not even wanting to imagine it.
Another part of you, a more selfish part, was frustrated. After sixth months of dating, why does he still feel like he can’t come to you with his worries? Why does he close this part of himself off to you? You wished more than anything to ease his pain, his stress, his sorrows.
The sound of keys unlocking the door to your shared apartment snapped you out of your thoughts.
Your heart melted with relief as you took in the sight of bucky hanging up his leather jacket. His hair was a mess from the helmet, but he was still breathtaking. But there was something hard about his features. His eyebrows were knitted in a scowl, his jaw clenched down.
“Hey, baby.” You sighed happily, and couldn’t help yourself from going straight into his arms. You were still reeling with relief that he was home.
“Hi, doll.” He murmured, voice sounding exhausted. He held you, but there was something hesitant about it.
You let go and he immediately made his way towards the fridge to grab something to drink, not even making eye contact with you.
You frowned, knowing something was still on his mind. You got behind him and wrapped your arms around him. “We missed you today at training. Everything okay? I hadn’t heard from you since this morning. I was starting to worry, Buck.”
What you really wanted to say was “I was so worried about you all day, it was making me sick. Where have you been?” But you didn’t want to pry and you didn’t want to upset him.
He sighed and opened a water bottle. “I was just out, sweets. Needed some time to think things through. That’s all.”
You pushed further, even though your gut was telling you not to. “What things?”
He was silent for a moment. “Just some complications with the upcoming mission. No big deal.” He set the bottle down and went to rub his eyes.
“Baby, you’ve been gone all day. It’s obviously not ‘no big deal’”. You let go of him, feeling the frustration you tried to suppress bubbling up in your throat. “Why won’t you talk to me about this stuff?” Your voice comes out soft. You rub his arm. “I want to help you through these things.”
Bucky sighed. “Look, doll, I’m fine. Really. I don’t want to talk about it. Can you please just drop it?” Bucky grumbled.
He knew that you just wanted to help, but couldn’t help the bite in his words. He’s had a long day and talking about his feelings right now is not something he wants to do.
You step away and look down, feeling the beginning of tears burn your eyes. “I just feel like you’re pushing me away, Bucky. You left without a trace! And you couldn’t even send me a text back to let me know you were okay?”
Again, Bucky couldn’t help the venom in his words, despite knowing your intentions were pure. But the stress from today finally reached its peak and unfortunately he took it out on you. “I’m an adult. I can take care of myself. Why do you feel the need to know where I am all the damn time? Will you quit smothering me?”
Ouch. That hurt.
You winced at the impact of his words. You’d always been afraid of being clingy, of being overbearing. The last thing you wanted to be was a burden.
Upon seeing your stricken face, Bucky’s face immediately softened, and he instantly regretted his words. “Y/N, I didn’t—I just—“
“No, I get it. I didn’t mean to make you feel that way. I’m sorry, I’ll just…go now.” Your voice broke, looking down at the floor. Tears pricked your eyes. You felt so small.
In an instant, you were out the door, leaving Bucky filled with tremendous guilt. He could practically feel his heart being ripped out of his chest as he pictured the look of pure betrayal on your face. What the hell was wrong with him?
—
You ended up in the one place you knew could find peace: the tower’s library.
You tucked yourself into a hidden nook, clutching a worn out copy of The Hobbit. Although your tears blurred your vision too much for you to actually be able to read.
You thought back to Bucky’s words, and your heart broke all over again. Smothering him? Were you really that much of a nuisance? How long had he felt this way?
You were physically and mentally exhausted from today’s events. Your eyelids grew heavy and before you knew it, you were sound asleep.
—
When you woke up it was dark outside. How long have you been out for?
Sitting up quickly, you looked around, forgetting where you were and what happened. And then it all came rushing back to you in painful realization.
You looked at your phone and were shocked to see 12 missed calls from Bucky.
Despite the tension between you two, you felt guilty for missing his calls. He couldn’t be too worried though, right? Didn’t he want this? For you to give him space?
You groaned and laid back down. Ugh, this was such a mess. When did things get this way? The last six months have been the best of your life. What happened? Was Bucky just getting tired of you?
Sighing, you decided that you can’t hide forever and made your way back to your apartment.
Your heart pounded rapidly in your chest as you approached the door. You gulped and knocked.
Not a half second later, the door swung open and revealed a very disheveled super solider. His eyes widened in shock and relief washed over his features.
“Bucky, I—“, you began, but were interrupted by him pulling you into his arms.
“God, I’m so sorry, baby. I fucked up so bad. I never meant what I said. I’m so, so, sorry.” He breathed into your neck, stroking the back of your head. “I didn’t know where you went. Shit, I was so worried.”
You froze, not knowing what to say. You pulled back with an unamused smile. “Now you know how I feel when you leave and don’t tell me.”
“I know now, honey. I’m sorry I put you through that.” He looked down and rubbed his face. “I know I was stupid and I should have listened to you when you told me how you felt.”
You looked down sadly. “I’m sorry I made you feel smothered. I never want to make you feel that way. I get that you want space—“
“Oh, no, baby, no.” He interrupted and cupped your cheek. “That’s the last thing I want. I was just stressed and I took it out on you and that was an asshole move. I know you just worry about me.”
You sighed. “That’s not just it, Bucky. I feel like you never talk to me about what’s bothering you. We’re partners, we’re suppose to help each other out. Why is it you run from me instead of letting me help you?”
He looked away, ashamed. “It’s not that I don’t trust you, I just don’t want to shoulder you with all my issues. And trust me, there’s a lot of ‘em”, he chucked darkly. “And then you’ll eventually see how truly fucked up I really am, and I’ll lose the only person that makes me feel like I’m whole again.”
“Oh, Bucky,” you whispered, and this time, it was you who wrapped your arms around him. “I love you. I love every piece of you. I want to be with you through the good and the bad, okay? I’m not going anywhere, I promise.”
“I love you.” He breathed, happy to have you home, safe and sound.
Your grip around him tightened. “I love you too, Bucky.”
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