a/n: this is a cute blurb bc the next thing i plan on posting is going go to be hurtful and angsty, sorry not sorry :)
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The wall of windows on Bucky’s right allowed for the sunlight to warm his human arm. Warmth was something he always hated before. Something he felt was too oppressive, too restricting, but his Ma would raise all hell if he complained about the apartment being hot, so he learned to tolerate it. Now though, after enduring years of the cold, the heat was a welcomed friend. He turned to face the windows full on, closing his eyes as he crossed his arms over his chest.
“You’re like a cat, ya know?” Bucky’s ears perked at the voice, whirling around to find you standing just off to the side.
“Y/N.” It only took him two steps to reach you, his long legs making the distance miniscule. His arms circled your body, lifting you until your feet barely grazed the tile floor below. He buried his head into the junction of your neck and shoulder, melting at your perfume. “I didn’t know you were here.”
Bucky placed your back on your feet, but not releasing you from his hold. From this angle he could see the smattering of freckles dusting the bridge of your nose. Those little patterns that he had been trying to memorize. You smiled at him, reaching up to squeeze his cheeks; the stubble there grazing roughly against your soft fingertips.
“You think I’d miss this?” You playfully smacked his cheeks, laughing as he remained stunned for a few seconds. “Look, I’m here to advocate for you.”
Bucky nodded, pulling away from your body to thread his fingers through yours, interlocking your hands as he dropped the bundle to his side. You began walking forward, leading Bucky through the halls of the compound. Bucky trailed behind you, thinking back to your last interaction.
“I’m nervous about this whole thing.” You turned, facing Bucky as you rubbed the lotion into your skin. You remained silent causing him to meet your eyes. “Y/N. Stark is still pissed about everything, as he should be, and everyone else is just—”
You jumped onto the bed, effectively stopping his train of thought. His eyes widened at your action. The pair of you met a few years ago, under the instruction of T’Challa. Bucky gave you the cold shoulder for the first three weeks of knowing you, only cracking when you tried to scold him after you inhaled the helium from a balloon that Shuri had snuck in. Bucky swears he’s never laughed that hard in all his years of living.
“You’ve got to start cutting yourself some slack, Buck.” Your hand grazed his cheek as you brushed his hair behind his ear. “The majority of us understand, even Tony knows what you went through. It’s just harder for him to accept that you and the Winter Soldier aren’t the same person.” Bucky eyes softened as they roamed your face. Your hands landing on his shoulders brought him from his memories, those few that he holds precious.
“It doesn’t matter. You deserve to be here, Buck.” You looped your arm through his, pulling him down the long hallway. “Let’s get through this.” He looked down at you, adoring the curve of your lashes.
“Together?” He squeezed your arm to his body as you looked up at him.
“Together.”
***
“What is the Manchurian Candidate doing in my facility?” Tony hadn’t even looked up from the helmet he was working on.
“Last I checked this was a government facility, Stark.” You said, pulling yourself away from Bucky to sit next to Wanda. “And you,” You brought your hand up, pointing at Tony. “aren’t the government. Just a pawn of it.”
“Ha. Pawn.” Tony shot a look at Bucky. “Interesting choice of word.” The man dropped his screwdriver on the tabletop, rounding it to stand in front of Steve. “You bring him here to do what?”
“Bucky completed the de-programming process in Wakanda. He’s going to stay here with us.” Tony laughed bitterly, throwing his head back to exaggerate the moment even more.
“That’s not happening.” Bucky shifted in the corner of the room, moving to sit at the table with you and Wanda.
“I told you.” He whispered to you as the automatic doors slid open, revealing the six foot figure of Thor followed closely behind by Bruce.
“So, you’re going to mention me to Val the next time you see her?” Bruce rubbed his chin as he walked.
“I will definitely talk to her regarding your appearance the next time I see her, yes.” Thor’s accent carried through the room. The addition of two people Bucky had never interacted with made him stiffen in his chair. He felt your nails trace the veins in his fisted hand on the table, the action calming him down.
“Tony, it’s not your decision. Bucky has every right to be here.” Bruce stopped talking, becoming invested in the exchange between Tony and Steve. Bucky felt eyes land on the side of his face, drilling holes into his clenched jaw.
“Ah!” Thor approached the table, setting a large hammer down on a stack of papers near Bruce’s desk. “This is the famous Barnes!” As he walked up, Bucky stood, offering his right hand for the man to shake. A gesture that was quickly dismissed by the Asgardian, immediately pulling Bucky into a tight hug. “I’ve become quite fond of hugs.”
“Oh geez.” Bruce said under his breath as he watched the interaction of the men. When Thor dropped his hold on Bucky, he turned back to Steve and Tony who were still arguing.
“I don’t understand the disagreement. Are you not always preaching forgiveness, Mr. Stark?” Bucky heard you scoff from the table, quickly hiding it with your hand whenever he shot you a look.
“I’ve never said that.” Tony remarked, picking his screwdriver back up to continue tinkering on his helmet. “And with him,” he jabbed the tool in Bucky’s direction, “I never will.”
“Barnes has redeemed himself, has he not?” Bucky was genuinely intrigued as to why Thor was taking his side, though he wasn’t about to question him at the moment.
“Yeah, Buck has gone through the whole process of removing HYDRA’s trigger.” You locked eyes with Bucky briefly before leveling with Tony’s figure across the room. “The Winter Soldier is dead.”
Bucky’s shoulders dropped with your words. Even though he knew it was true in his head, it was the first time he had heard the words said aloud. He cast his gaze to the floor, his hair acting as a curtain.
“Besides, Stark.” Wanda spoke from the corner of the room, “If that’s what you think of Bucky, what do you think of me?”
The room fell into silence. The nature of it was too heavy for Bucky to bear, so he shifted uncomfortably in an effort to get someone to speak. He knew of what Wanda did and how she acquired her powers, but he didn’t really think twice of it.
“He should be here with the team, Tony.” Steve’s voice was the first to emerge, breaking the ice that had frozen them in time. Bucky watched as Tony considered Steve’s words and the testimonies of his fellow team members.
“Get Shuri to send over the file on his recovery process and I’ll consider it.” Tony said, not looking up from the tabletop. Thor clapped loudly, walking to Steve to hug him only to be denied when Steve began to talk.
“I have it here.” He ducked Thor’s grasp and pointed to Mjolnir, rolling his eyes. “Thor, can you move the hammer? It’s on the file.”
“Oh, I got it.” Bucky was quicker to react, heading to the stack of papers on the corner of the table.
“No, Bucky. Thor has to move it because of the whole thing about being wor—” Y/N’s words stopped short as Bucky lifted Mjolnir off the papers, before effortlessly walking to Steve and Thor.
“Here you go.” He held the hammer up for Thor to take, only then noticing the eyes on him as he stood still. “What did I do now?”
Thor’s jaw hung open, before taking hold of the leather strap of Mjolnir. His brows furrowed as his Adam’s apple bobbed harshly. Thor held the hammer out for Bucky to take, making the brunette increasingly confused. Bucky gripped the handle of Mjolnir, raising a brow before looking in your direction for help
Only when he turned to you, he saw what he never wanted to see. Tears glazing over your eyes that were threatening to spill over. He rushed over to you, setting the hammer on the tabletop in front of you. His thumbs, both flesh and metal, ran the tops of your cheeks to soothe you. Bucky opened his mouth to speak when Bruce cut him off.
“Does that make him King?” The regal title quirked Bucky’s interest, but he refused to turn from you. “Because I don’t know if he’s ready for Asgard, yet. Poor guy’s barely adjusted to the twenty-first century.”
“I mean, technically it means he’s worthy to be King.” Wanda remarked while Bucky tried to drown out the chatter of his companions, but you gripped his hands and pulled them from your face.
“You can lift Mjolnir.” Bucky shrugged as the rest of the room went quiet again.
notes: this was a request from @iminlovewithmycarrrr from a while ago! just a reminder there’s both an open request list and an open tag list! it’s going to take me a while to get them out, but eventually i will write them! thank you for patience! This is based off of my own experiences of adhd and what i personally deal with, so if it’s not a universal thing i apologize.
You groan into your hands while an almost blank document stares at you from the computer screen in front of you. You barely notice the door opening until heavy hands land on your shoulders and Bucky’s soothing voice rings through your ears.
“I know baby.” Bucky rubs your shoulders, thumbs digging into the knots in your shoulders. “Why don’t you take a break, hm?”
He speaks gently, like he’s trying to placate a child. And as much as you want to hate it, to tell him not to patronize you, it’s comforting. You’ve been sitting at a desk for hours trying to write a mission briefing. And despite all of your effort, you just can’t get it done. Everything proving to be too much for you, too distracting.
You’ve done everything to try and be able to settle down enough to write. Turning on the fan for the noise, turning off the fan because of the noise. Opened and closed the windows dozens of times trying to get the perfect temperature. Hell, you’ve even changed outfits because the feeling of the fabric touching your skin was just too much. None of it’s worked.
When Bucky finally came back into your office after he worked out he found you, slumped over at your desk, head in your hands. He immediately knew what was wrong. It killed him that he couldn’t understand what you were going through. He tries so hard to empathize but he knows that there’s only so much he can do.
“Bucky I swear Fury is going to kill me if I don’t get this done tonight.” You sound miserable and it pulls at his heart strings. You try so hard and Bucky recognizes that, but he knows that others like Fury often overlook your effort.
Bucky sighs. If he could, he would make it all better. He leans over and presses a kiss to the top of your head and revels in the way you lean back into him.
“Working yourself like this isn’t gonna help you baby. You know that.”
You bristle and shrug Bucky’s hands off of your shoulders. “Stopping’s not an option, Buck. I need to get it done.” Your voice quiets, “What kind of superhero can’t even write a briefing Bucky?”
Bucky sighs again, before pulling your chair out from your desk despite your protests. “You’re a great superhero, baby.” He pulls you from the chair and into his arms, squeezing you tightly. “I guarantee most of us wouldn’t be able to sit still and write all of that if we hadn’t been trained for it. You think that I’d be able to without the serum? Think Steve would?”
You look up at him miserably. You know he’s right but that doesn’t make it any better. “Bucky I’m so sick of this.”
He presses you even tighter into him and softly kisses the top of your head. “I know babydoll. How bout this,” He pulls away from you and holds you at arms length. “Take a break, go for a run with me or Steve, and then we can go ahead and talk to Fury about getting you set up with some help, hm? Sound good?”
You rub your hands over your face and shake your head. “He’s gonna put me on leave, Buck. He’s not gonna want someone like me on the team if I can’t write a stupid report.”
“You’re gonna have all of us backing you up baby. You’re vital to the team. And even if you have to take a leave, maybe it’ll give us time to figure out how to help you, yeah? God, we know that the team has plenty of doctors on deck. We can work with them and get everything figured out.” Bucky pauses and says quietly, “You deserve it baby. You don’t have to struggle.”
You look up at him again, taking in the kindness in his eyes and your lip trembles. You’ve spent years waiting for someone who treats you this gently, especially when it comes to your struggles and Bucky exceeds every single dream you’ve had. You throw yourself into Bucky and bury your face into his chest.
“I love you so much Bucky.” Your words are muffled but Bucky doesn’t care. He holds you even tighter than before and buried his face in your hair, breathing deeply.
Summary: You and Bucky go camping but things take an unexpected turn
Word Count: 1355
Pairings: Bucky x Female Reader
Warnings: Mild adult suggestions
Requested by @buckys-left-middle-finger . I hope you enjoy!
It was the beginning of fall; a time when the air was starting to become crisp, summer clothes were put away and the leaves were changing from vibrant green to shades of golden brown and red. You had recently been begging Bucky to go camping with you and now that you both had the time off, you were finally able to go. The pair of you researched places to go and that was how you found out Tony funded a summer camp and as it was the off season, you thought it was the perfect place to stay. That Friday, you packed all the things you would need and drove up to the site.
a/n: aww, you guys were so ready for Baby Barnes to make an appearance... here she/he is! i loved this. if you want the baby series to continue and want to see Bucky as a dad, shoot me over some ideas in my ask! :)
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It was as though time stood still that night. Your life seemingly moved in slow motion when you awoke and felt the throbbing pain developing in your lower back. You were more than used to backaches, but something about this pain made you struggle to get your bearings. You were due in a week, so you wouldn't be too shocked if this child decided to make their appearance early.
Pushing a breath from between your tightly thinned lips, you gazed over to see Bucky in a peaceful slumber, not having a single idea of what was going on. You decided not to bother him. Maybe it was just Braxton hicks, you had been having them for the longest time. You remembered all of the online articles you read plus the advice Sarah had given you as time inched closer.
“If your contractions are five minutes apart, lasting one minute for one hour or longer.”
So you tried to lie back down, now extremely uncomfortable since you were awoken from an almost peaceful state. Pregnancy had caused you to not receive the hours you were used to, as you would always either be up in the middle of the night, or you just weren’t comfortable.
You cast your eyes over to the corner of the room, noting that the hospital bags were packed and ready to go if this was it. They had been so for the last month now. Stroking a hand across your swollen belly, part of you was excited, yet the other part remained scared. This was an entirely new field for you and Bucky. You had talked about it for months ever since you saw those two pink lines on the pregnancy test. You dreamt of what the baby looked like, whether they were Bucky’s absolute twin or at least favored you some.
Moving the covers off of you, you quietly rolled out of bed and stood upright, but soon that dull ache made itself known again in your lower back, this time a bit sharper than before. It caused you to let out a groan of discomfort to which you felt the bed move instantly.
“Doll?” Bucky’s sleepy voice called your name. He rubbed his eyes with his hand, propping himself up on his metal arm. Glancing at you, his eyes widened instantaneously when he saw you doubled over the side of the bed, grimacing. Rushing out from under the blankets, he appeared behind you within seconds, his hands on your back. “What’s wrong?” He questioned.
You sucked a breath in, trying to breathe. “I-I’m fine,” You whispered. It had been about eight minutes already since your last one, so maybe this wasn’t it. “I think they’re just stronger Braxton hicks?” You quietly muttered, feeling as Bucky’s hand rubbed your lower back soothingly. You stood up and wrapped your arms around your fiancé, holding him close to you as you absentmindedly began to sway your hips back and forth.
“Could you run me some water?” You asked him in a hushed voice.
“Of course, love.” Bucky quickly said, kissing your forehead. He stumbled, still practically half-asleep, out from the bedroom and into the connected bathroom. You heard the water start to run, the scent of essential oils filling your airways, releasing waves of calm over you. You pushed yourself into the bathroom and began lazily taking off your clothes, your massive belly protruding. Bucky smiled warmly at you, rubbing his hand across it.
“Want me to join you?” He asked you gently, grasping your bare shoulders.
“Mmhm,” You whined to which he quickly began removing his clothes. Once the water was entirely filled, Bucky held your hand as you stepped over the edge, slowly sinking into the water. He always ran the best baths for you.
Bucky found himself slipping in behind you. He placed his hands gently on your shoulders, carefully pulling you against him so your back rested against his chest. You smiled contently as he poured handfuls of water over your stomach and shoulders, earning a delighted moan from your lips.
But as he poured the third handful over you, the pain reappeared, only this time you felt the tension in your stomach. You felt as it waved from your lower back, all the way to your midsection, wrapping itself around you. You let out a pained groan, rushing to grasp Bucky’s hands. You intertwined them in his, squeezing for dear life.
“Doll, are you sure this isn’t it?” He asked. You thought back to the previous two, noting that this one came a bit closer than the last. Which made you absentmindedly think that maybe it would be wise to head to the hospital.
“It might be,” You whined, pushing yourself off of Bucky so you could lean over the tub. He put his hands against your back and rubbed, making you grumble under your breath as it finally passed. Relaxing back onto Bucky’s chest, you exhaled deeply. “That one hurt a bit, not gonna lie,” You hissed.
You two remained in the tub for about twenty more minutes and you had three waves of pain, each progressing just a little more. Bucky helped you out and grabbed you a pair of clothes. You two decided to make the move to the hospital and that’s when your nerves began to develop. You hissed as you two exited from your home, another pain racking your body, which made you stop on the doorstep. Bucky finished loading everything into the car before he walked back over and grasped your hand, leading you to the passenger’s side.
The drive to the hospital was filled with your constant moans of pain as each one made its course through your body. You quickly sent a text over to some of your family members, knowing they would see it once they woke up. You knew this baby wasn’t coming for a good while, even though right now, the pain said otherwise.
When you reached the hospital and were settled into a room, you discovered you were already three centimeters, the doctor suggesting you would have a baby that afternoon.
“Are you opting for an epidural, Ms. Y/L/N?” The doctor asked you to which you shook your head no, Bucky’s eyes suddenly widening.
“Doll, I thought you wanted,” - You shook your head again, raising your hand.
“No, I want to try and do this naturally.” You smiled softly as another contraction made its way, causing you to cry out in pain and reach for Bucky who grabbed you immediately. You tangled your arms around his neck as he kissed your cheek tenderly. A tear couldn’t help but form in your eye as you inhaled deeply and exhaled slowly as you were instructed, Bucky trying his best to keep up with you. He wanted to be calming, he wanted to show you that he was your partner in this. He was trying to be the best father he could be before this baby made its appearance.
“Just think, doll,” Bucky whispered into your ear as you two stood in your room, swaying back and forth. He clasped his hand in yours and it looked as though you were slow dancing to something from the forties, which made you giggle against his shoulder. “We’re meeting our little boy or girl here soon.” He said as he kissed your forehead sweetly.
You smiled. “I know… I’m so nervous.” You mumbled.
“I am too,” Bucky admitted. As you were about to add to the conversation, another contraction hit you, this one a lot worse than the rest. You let out a cry and snatched your hands out of Bucky’s, only to toss them around his neck, holding him tight.
“I know, doll, I know,” Bucky coaxed, moving to push circles against your back. You whined desperately against him, the waves of pain making your vision go blurry as they continued to intensify.
Cut to about three hours later, you were nestled inside of the tub, warm water streaming across you. Bucky was on his knees in front of you, rubbing your arms soothingly as you bellowed through each contraction, whimpering towards the end.
“We’re never having sex again,” You moaned loudly, making the nurse who was in the room snicker. “I’m serious, Bucky!” You cried. “If you dare bring that thing around me, I’m cutting it off!”
Bucky clenched at your word choice, smiling gently as he rubbed your arms.
“You are officially at ten… I’ll be right back,” The nurse said. You looked up at Bucky, fear striking you.
“Oh my God,” You gasped. “This… This is really about to happen? You cried, another pain forcing itself onto you. You felt the immense pressure beginning to build which made you practically scream, clasping onto Bucky.
“I, I need you,” You moaned loudly, hands gripping him. Bucky simply obeyed and removed his shirt. He slipped into the tub and spread his legs, letting your back lay in between them. Moments later the doctor and nurse reappeared.
The pressure was building to a point you could barely stand and that’s when your body already started taking control, your cries erupting in the room. Bucky’s heart was shattering at the sounds you made. He only wanted to take it all away from you.
“Alright, on your next contraction, I just need you to take a deep breath and hold for ten, okay?” You quickly nodded, nearly about to strangle yourself from the pain.
You felt another contraction on the heels of the previous one. Bucky helped you to pull your legs back, his voice at your ear the entire time. You closed out entirely what the doctor was saying, your attention on the person behind you. Your safe haven.
You bore down, a scream eliciting from your throat as you pushed, Bucky coaxing you.
“Come on, doll, you got this, good girl,” He praised you as your breath left your lungs. You immediately went back, gripping into Bucky’s thighs as you cried harder, sweat already beginning to form around your head.
The burning sensation began which made you feel dizzy, groans emerging left and right from your mouth. “Y/N, you’re crowning, so just breathe. Don’t push.” The doctor looked at you. The pressure was building, you desperately wanted to.
“Oh my God,” You moaned. “I really need to,” Bucky rubbed your legs gently.
“Don’t,” He commanded you. “Just breathe, doll. I’m right here.” He promised you.
You felt a pop, the baby’s head fully out, the nurse smiling. “Baby’s got a head full of dark hair,” She smiled and tears fell from your eyes, already knowing this child was going to look just like Bucky.
Another contraction came and you pushed as hard as you could, Bucky counting to ten for you. You released your breath and you could already hear the excitement in his voice.
“Oh, doll, I’m so proud of you!” He smiled widely, his voice cracking slightly.
Your head flopped against Bucky’s shoulder.
“One more and you’ve got a baby,” The doctor grinned at you both.
“I… I can’t,” You mumbled, your every ounce of strength failing you. You felt like you couldn’t do it.
Bucky kissed your temple.
“Yes, you can, doll. Just one more push, okay?” He kissed you again.
You inhaled deeply and pushed one final time, relief washing over you as you felt the baby exit from you. You nearly screamed and saw as the child was lifted out of the water and placed directly onto your chest. Bucky released your legs and placed his hands on top of yours, both of you beginning to cry.
“Hello, lovely, oh my gosh,” You mumbled, running your hand across their sweet face. The nurse was quick to clamp the cord and handed Bucky the scissors. He cut it gently and you smiled, crying harder.
“Oh my, what are you?” You cried, looking. The doctor glanced at the baby and smiled softly.
“It’s a boy,”
You cried harder, Bucky’s own sobs erupting once he heard the sex.
• • • •
You cuddled closer into Bucky who was lying next to you, your son cradled in his arms.
He was absolutely beautiful. His hair was dark and his eyes were pretty blue. He looked as though he was Bucky’s twin with a few features resembling yours such as your nose and lips. Everything else was a spitting image of his father.
“What are we going to name you, little dude?” Bucky laughed, his eyes drying up from the cries he did a little while ago. You looked up at him, the name coming to you. You both had mentioned it in conversation. Bucky desperately said that if the baby was a boy, he wanted to name him after his very best friend… He wanted nothing more than this child to have a piece of Steve with him wherever he went.
“You’re thinking of that one name… aren’t you?” Bucky questioned you, making you giggle and nod your head in exhaustion. Bucky glanced down at the sleeping baby who had his hand wrapped around Bucky’s index finger.
“Welcome to the world…” Bucky smiled, throwing his head back before he stared back down at the perfect baby. With a tear in his eye, he sniffled. “Grant Buchanan Barnes,”
The baby moved within Bucky’s grasp, his tiny hand tightening around Bucky’s finger which caused a cry to erupt from your fiancé.
Grant was already the absolute love of your lives. He only made your bond become stronger.
hello!! I would love your take on bucky with his pregnant wife/gf being an stressed out mess because she is also stressing out and it's just a big stressing situation idk. I love me some domestic/father-to-be buck. it could be angst, fluff, humour, whatever really!
Small Bump
Summary: Bucky has fought literal armies, survived multiple murder attempts, and still nothing worries him like his pregnant wife.
Pairings: bucky barnes x pregnant!reader
Warnings: tooth rotting fluff and pregnancy
Word Count: 1.2k
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“I can get it,” you explained to Bucky, already feeling frustration rising in your chest.
“I know. Now sit down so I can do it for you instead.”
You shot your husband a tired gaze, sighing before turning around to face him. Bucky had always been the protective type to say the least, but with baby Barnes on the way, he was damn near obsessive.
“James.”
“Am I in trouble?”
“I can get the damn cup.”
Ever since you hit the seven month mark, he had been doing this, wanting to do everything for you. At first, it was sweet, but soon you felt like you were going stir crazy. You want the remote? I can get it. I know it’s closer to you, I just want to help. Do you need some water? That’s all the way downstairs, I’ll get it instead. What do you mean you don’t need help to the bathroom? What if you fall? I am not being overbearing, I’m being careful.
He threw his hands back up in a defensive stance. “I just think I can help-”
Before he could finish his sentence, you were already on your tiptoes, reaching for a cup on the top shelf. Just as your fingertips began to grasp at the plastic, from behind your husband lifted you off your feet, picking you up before setting you down away from the cabinet.
You pouted as Bucky got the cup you had just been reaching for. With a bright smile, he handed you the small plastic dish before saying, “See? Wasn’t that easier?”
“I’m not thirsty anymore,” you grumbled before walking towards the nursery.
The smile quickly fell from his face as he trailed behind like a lost puppy, wondering where you were going.
“Doll, is something wrong?” He asked as he walked up the stairs behind you, hand on the small of your back to help guide you.
“No.”
“You sure?”
“Yes.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, I’m just tired.”
“I can get you-”
“No!” you interjected. You reached the door to the nursery and shook your head profusely. His help was nice, but it could be overwhelming at times. You knew it came from a good place and this was the only way he knew how to help, but you could feel your patience slipping by the minute. Today your temper was extra short.
His bright blue eyes widened, taken back by your sudden volume. He carried the expression of a scolded child before he slowly nodded his head and whispered a small sorry. As his puppy dog eyes beamed into yours sadly, you felt yourself cracking.
Rubbing your temples, you swallowed as you apologized, “I’m sorry. I’m just- there’s a lot happening right now. You’re just trying to help. I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay,” he assured, seeing the tears brim at your eyes. Stupid hormones.
“Stop saying that,” you broke down, crying into your hands. “You’ve been trying to help this whole time and I’ve just been cranky and a mess and I’m agitated all the time and I don’t even know why.” The words came out of your mouth like a spilled glass of red wine. You’d managed to not be an emotional pregnant woman thus far, but something about today was just extra trying.
“Hey, hey,” Bucky comforted before wrapping his arms around you, allowing you to bury your face deep within the crook of his neck. “You don’t have to explain yourself to me. You’re going through a lot and you’re handling it so well.”
He pulled back to get a full view of your face, using his thumb to wipe at the tears as they ran down. As you sniffled, he knelt down on his knees to see the bump protruding from your shirt. “When you get here, you have to remind mama how great she’s doing. She loves you so much and she’s going through a lot so you can be happy and safe.”
Bucky looked up at you with a warm smile as he continued. “She’s the most wonderful woman dad’s ever met. You’re going to be just alright, kid.”
“You’re just saying that,” you sniffled, tears subsiding as a smile broke on your face.
He shook his head before pressing a light kiss on your bump and then standing to press a light kiss on your forehead. “I mean it, doll. Now, what do you want for dinner? If it’s okay, I’d like to cook.”
“Hmm, I don’t know.”
“Well, what did you have for breakfast and lunch?”
You gave it a moment's thought as you glanced at the nursery. You had been folding and putting away clothes in it all day, occasionally stopping to just admire the soft green color of the room. What did I eat today? It was so easy to lose track of time there, day dreaming about baby Barnes. Imagining Bucky holding them close to his chest as he hummed a soft tune.
“Doll?”
“So, it’s a crazy story actually.”
“Y/N?” he asked, his tone more serious and expression more stoic.
“Am I in trouble?”
“Did you not eat today?”
“I forgot,” you shrugged, trying to play it off. Pregnancy brain was real. It didn’t just mean sometimes you’d misplace your keys in the fridge or forget your phone was in your hands. It also occasionally meant letting other more important things slip from your mind. Whoops.
His bright eyes immediately blew up with worry as he panicked, “You haven’t eaten all day?” He looked like he was about to pass out, scanning you up and down as if you were about to faint.
“Look on the brightside, at least it means I’m not an emotional pregnant lady. I’m just hungry,” you joked.
Bucky did not laugh. He did not find the situation funny at all.
“We’re getting food in you. Now,” he commanded softly, taking your hand to help guide you back down stairs.
“Bucky, I’m okay, you don’t have to fret so much.”
“I can’t believe my wife and child didn’t eat today and I didn’t notice,” he scolded himself.
You couldn’t help but giggle at your husband. “Hey, I’m supposed to be the crazy pregnant one.”
Leading you to the counter, he placed a cup of water in front of you before rummaging through the fridge frantically.
“You’re going to give me a heart attack, you know that?”
“Easy there, old man, you don’t want to run up your blood pressure,” you teased, sipping at your water.
“You, Missy, are in trouble. I’m fretful because it works,” he announced, placing ingredients for a sandwich on the counter before tossing you an apple. “Eat that while I finish. Where was I? Yes, I was talking about how my tendency to worry is the backbone of this household-”
“Bucky.”
“Do you need anything?” His head snapped up from the poorly constructed sandwich he was making.
“I love you. Don’t change,” you praised, leaning over the counter, to press a gentle kiss onto his forehead.
“I love you too. Please remember to eat,” he answered, returning your kiss with one of his own.
As you watched your husband hurriedly throw together a sandwich for you and your kid, you knew everything was going to be just alright.
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How would civil war Bucky react if he came home to find his s/o singing their baby to sleep?
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Warnings: Fluff
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"That'll be 42 dollars."
Bucky smiles softly at Alina, the elderly woman patiently waits as he searches for his wallet. While he's ruffling through his front pocket, she reaches under the counter and grabs a colorful reading book.
She boldly places it in in his bag beside your snacks and the teething ring, judging by the frayed binding and Romanian lettering, he can tell its probably one that been passed down through her family.
"Alina-"
She huffs and snatches his money from his gloved hands, she plucks a dollar out of the pile and puts the rest between the pages of the book.
"Aw you know I cant-"
The tiny woman tilts her head back, her dark brown eyes daring him to finish his protest.
"Thank you," Bucky sheepishly finishes.
"You're welcome, James." She beams, her wrinkled cheeks puffing out. Her face drops and she grabs the front of his shirt, yanking him down to her face. "Dont come back without the baby or I'll hurt you." She holds up her tiny fist and shakes it, her bright eyes narrowing at him.
Alina swears she loves her more than the both of you and sometimes Bucky thinks she might be right.
Bucky has to bit back a laugh. Since he's moved his little family to this town, he's been 'threatened' by Alina more times than he count.
She loves to boss him around and she's always sliding extras into his bags, refusing to take more than a dollar or two from him. But she will make him fix the leaky sink in the back or replace a gutter.
Bucky quickly grabs his bag after the granite counter, taking a few steps back, reassuring her that he would bring her down tomorrow.
"Good. Hate to kick your ass in front of your family James. You have a good day son."
Exiting the small store, he puts his cap over his head, shielding his eyes from the blinding afternoon sun. Laughter bubbling in his chest, he shakes his head wondering how a renowned assassin with a metal arm manages to get bossed around by a 5'1" elderly woman every time he goes into her shop.
Ducking his head, he shoves one hand in his pocket, humming softly under his breath as he navigates the crowded street. He'll be home in five minutes and he can't wait.
Some days he doesn't know how he got so lucky to find you, but ever since that day you snatched his plum from his hand by accident, he's been smitten by you.
Then you gave him gift after gift. Your heart, your presence, your body and now a sweet chubby baby with your eyes. All things he could never repay, things he never thought he could have. He didn't feel worthy of a normal life until he met you and now-Bucky knows he can have that and so much more.
Bucky climbs the stairs to the apartment, the shopping bag tapping his leg with every step. Happiness settling in his chest, wrapping around him like a thick duvet, crushing and liberating all at once.
Opening the door, a rush of cool air greets him. The smell of warm vanilla and brown sugar fill his nose, he can't remember what his apartment was like before you moved in but now it always smells good, you're everywhere he looks. Your clothes beside his in the closet, your shoes neatly lined up in the hallway, beauty products in the bathroom, family pictures lining the walls. A few of your hair ties in his left pocket. Toys are scattered on the floor.
You're everywhere and he wouldn't have it any other way.
Bucky toes off his shoes, placing his coat on the hook. A faint smile crosses his lips when he hears you singing. Following the sounds of your voice, his smile becomes wider and wider until his cheeks ache.
He knows over a dozen languages yet he can't find the words to describe how happy you make him.
Bucky finds you on the bed, your back against the headboard with the baby bundled in your arms. You're singing a lullaby, your soft voice drifting through the room. Glancing up, your eyes meet and his impossibly wide smile gets a tad bigger.
Knowing how much he cherishes these little moments, you continue to sing the sweet tune while he undresses until he's down to his boxers, folding his clothes, he places them on the dresser. Now that's he's home with his two favorite people, he doesn't plan on leaving anytime soon.
Bucky climbs on the bed, the mattress dipping under his weight. He lays his head on your shoulder and gazes down at his little girl. Tears burn his eyes, he can't believe that she's so perfect, just like her mama.
She looks so much like you, god he hopes every baby you give him is exactly like you. He watches her yawn, her tiny chubby arms stretching above her head, he places his metal finger in her hand and she latches on to it. You swear she's never going to be afraid of his arm.
The song dwindles to a faint whisper as you both watch her fall asleep. You turn your head, your nose bumping into Buckys. Laughing softly, he mumbles sorry before kissing you. It's sweet and tender and passionate and oh when he kisses you like this, you swear you could melt.
Bucky releases you with a pleased sigh, running his knuckles down the curve of your face. "I've been thinking." He starts, his eyes flickering between you and her.
"Really? " You're teasing, you know what he's about to say. Alina already told you about the way he blushed and became flustered a few days ago when she asked him why you weren't pregnant again.
His cheeks tinge a light shade of pink and he swallows hard, his Adam's apple bobbing. "Yeah. How would you feel if-if we uh..."
You gently place your baby in his arms, smiling when his face lights up. He tucks her into his chest and kisses the top of her head. He's so good with her and you know that he would do anything for the two of you.
"Bucky I'll have as many babies as you want. In fact, we can start trying after my nap," you yawn, putting your arm around him and closing your eyes. Snuggling into his side, you drift off the sleep.
Bucky smiles to himself, envisioning his future with you in a large house filled with children, maybe a cat, or two. He wants it all. A life full of birthday celebrations, anniversaries, graduations, date nights, lazy weekends spent on the couch with you sleeping on his chest.
He can't wait.
Don't Give Up On Me
𝘚𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺: You stole his plum one spring day. Then his heart. You can keep both as long as you promise to love him and not
The text flashes across your screen, pulling your attention away from your computer. It was late, but you were still up working, sitting at your computer desk in nothing but a tank top and your panties. You bite your bottom lip as your heart begins to race. God, if there was one thing that man could do well, it was make you fall to bits with just a few words.
Quickly you text Bucky back feeling the need in you grow.
My place or yours?
Not a minute passes before your phone buzzes again.
Open your door.
Your heart flutters as you jump up from your desk and run straight for your door, not bothering to put on any clothes. Why, when you knew Bucky would be tearing them off you in just seconds.
You undid the bolt and opened the door to see a leather jacket clad mess of tousled brown hair and blue eyes. Your breath catches in your chest as he takes no time in stepping inside.
“Can’t stay away?” You toy with him.
Bucky eyes your body slowly before catching your gaze. “Not when I have an image like this floating around in my head,” he sighs longingly. “If you only knew what you did to me, doll.”
“I can venture a guess,” You breath as you look at him with lust-filled eyes, “but why don’t you show me?”
With a smile and a growl that sent you shivering with anticipation, Bucky immediately meets your mouth with his. His hands find you waist and grip tight as he turns the both of you around and shoves you forcefully up against the door. His body is pressed tightly up against yours and you can feel his arousal against you through his jeans. Super soldier indeed.
You open your mouth ever so slightly so that he can slip in his tongue. It dances with yours so gracefully you can’t help but moan. How did he always taste so good?
He breaks the kiss for a moment to remove his jacket and t-shirt as he no longer wants to contain the heat radiating off his skin. “Be a good girl and tell me what you want,” he moans next to your ear before giving it a nip as your hands roam his chiseled chest.
You move him forward a little to look into those sharp blue eyes.
“Your jeans, undo them. Now,” you give the order as a devilish smirk passes your mouth.
Like a good soldier following orders he unzips the front of his blue jeans, pulling down his pants and boxers just enough to unleash that magnificent cock.
Immediately you drop to your knees and place your lips around the head, a teaser before taking him fully into your mouth. You feel Bucky’s knees almost buckle from the pleasure as a groan escapes his lips.
“God, doll, what a pretty little mouth you have,” he moans to the ceiling. His metal hand finds the back of your head, guiding you further down onto his manhood.
You bring your hand to wrap around the base, helping you with the size of it. Your mouth and hand work in tandem as you suck and stroke the groans from Bucky’s perfect lips.
“God, baby girl, the things you can do with that tongue,” he says, feeling himself slip closer and closer to release. “[Y/N], you treat me too good.”
Bucky’s hips lurch against your face and you know he is close. His skin feels like its burning and he looks down at you as you look up into his eyes. The corners of your lips upturn into a grin as they are still wrapped around his manhood.
“Oh, so close doll…don’t…oh my God,” his words come out through quick panting as he is barely holding on to sanity. A few more simple strokes and Bucky is come undone. HIs steaming hot pleasure is slinking its way down your throat. You make sure to swallow every drop.
Hearing him moan so loud and gutturally made you so incredibly wet. Sighing, you release his cock and wipe the corners of your mouth as you stand up. You can see the glistening beads of sweat that are covering his torso now and smile, knowing you had done this to him. Bucky takes a deep breath and combs his hair out of his face with his fingers.
“So, shall we call it a night then?” you tease him, knowing what would happen next.
Bucky uses his metal arm to pull you close to him as he just breathes. “You know better than that. We are only getting started.”
His metal hand slips under your tank top and, with almost no effort, he rips it in two. The cold metal freezes the bare skin it touches, making you gasp. When did you get so warm? You let the fabric fall off your shoulders and on to the floor. Bucky bit his bottom lip at the sight.
“It should be a crime to hide such a perfect sight,” he growled. “Now, I ain’t leavin’ until I hear you screaming my name.”
It still surprised you how quickly he was ready to go again. If only all of your lovers had been genetically enhanced. In one swift motion, two strong hands are on your panties before they are suddenly on the floor and, coming back to your butt, they pick you up and put you straddling Bucky’s waist. He was already hard again and twitching at your entrance. Screw the foreplay, you needed him now.
“Say it,” he says, “and maybe I won’t make you wait.”
Your hands tangle into his long locks. “I need that glorious cock of yours inside me right now,” you say without missing a beat.
You felt the both of you move as Bucky’s mouth hungrily clasp yours. Without warning your back was being shoved against the wall, his bionic arm the only thing holding you up as it was wrapped around your waist. The sound echoed through the quiet apartment.
Sorry, not sorry neighbors, you thought to yourself.
Bucky moved his lips to your neck and with a thrust he was inside of you.
“Buck,” you moaned out his name, your fingernails digging into his shoulder as you body adjusted to accommodate his girth.
“Jesus, baby, I will never get tired of how good your pussy feels around my cock,” his warm breath fanned across your neck.
Slowly he began to thrust in and out, trying to find his rhythm. Soon you were joining him in rocking your hips back and forth. Bucky placed his forehead on yours as you began to pant. The rough wall rubbing on your back mixed pleasure with a little pain in the most tantalizing way.
“Oh, Bucky,” you moan louder this time, “please.”
Bucky knew exactly what you were begging for and lowered his head to your nipple, which was already hardened for him. His tongue flitted around the pink flesh before he took it into his mouth to suck and nibble.
“Yes, baby…yes,” you breathe as your head rolls back to rest against the wall. You could feel that familiar warm growing in your stomach. Bucky picked up his pace.
“So close, baby,” you say in between ragged breaths. “Don’t…stop…”
“Say my name, doll, I need to hear you scream it,” he said as he came up for air.
“Buck-y” you say.
“Louder,” he growls.
“Bucky,” you screamed as your orgasm washed over you. The feeling of your walls closing around his member sent him over the edge for the second time.
“Oh, fuck yes,” he bellowed as he rode out his own ecstasy with you. Minutes passed as you both stayed connected, riding out the pleasure with heavy breaths. Once you both had stopped shakily, Bucky gently pulled out of you and set you back on the floor, kissing you sweetly. You smile satisfied at him.
“So, is this going to be a weekly thing or…?” you pick at him.
He chuckled. “What, you are tired of me already?” He pulls you into him and holds you close.
“Not at all,” you say, “I was just wondering how long I have until we do something like this again.”
Bucky looked around until he found the clock on your wall. “Well, I’d say you have about 15 minutes.”
✍🏼 can you do a headcanon of bringing alpine home and bucky is not happy about it but he ends up loving that cat with everything in him?
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word count: 530
warnings: fluff, bucky pretends he doesn't like alpine, pet name (doll)
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Bucky had a strict "no pet" policy. He just wasn't an animal guy, he said. But you thought that was complete and utter bullshit. The man melted when Sarah got AJ and Cass a dog. He loved playing with the kitties at the local florist whenever he'd pick you up a bouquet. Hell, he even loved talking to birds (but he'd insist to Sam that birds are objectively the worst animal). Bucky Barnes was an animal person, even if he refused to admit it.
Besides, he'd definitely like this kitty.
Alpine, as the shelter had named her, was the absolute sweetest kitty. You had gone in with no intent on adopting, just wanting to play with some of the animals they had. It was a good stress relief for you, and it was a lot of fun for the sweet fur babies. But when the little white fluff ball kept crawling into your lap, purring contently as you pet her, you knew she'd already won over your heart.
Now, she just had to win over Bucky's.
And you had perfect plan on how to do it.
"What's that?" he grumbled, his eyes narrowing at the kitty.
"This is Alpine, and she's gonna be your best friend," you said, holding her up to Bucky. She let out a quiet meow as she tried to wriggle out of your hands and into Bucky's arms. "She already likes you. Which means she's got good taste."
"I said no pets, doll," he said.
"And Alpine isn't a pet. She's a friend. If anything, she's more like a daughter."
"Doll..."
You pouted. "Just give it a shot, please?"
"...fine."
"Oh, and don't forget, I'm gonna be outta town for Nat's bachelorette party this weekend, so you and Alpine will have plenty of time to bond!"
When you got back Sunday evening, you were fully expecting to see Bucky still pouting about your new baby. You never expected to see what you walked into.
The entire apartment was decked out in cat toys and cat trees, and everything cat themed. You almost wondered if Bucky had become a crazy cat lady while you were gone. He must've bought every single thing Alpine could've ever wanted from the pet store. The kitty was being treated like a goddamn princess.
And Bucky himself? He'd gotten a custom sweatshirt that read "Ask Me About My Cat" with a little white kitty in the likeness of Alpine embroidered just below the words.
"Well, well, well," you said, crossing your arms and staring down at him as he cradled Alpine in his arms. "What do we have here?"
"I'm just cuddling my baby, doll," he said.
"And here I thought you didn't like cats."
"Now where'd you get an idea like that from?" he teased. "I've always liked cats. You know that, doll."
"Sure, I'll pretend I believe that," you said. "Now tell Alpine to move over. She's been spoiled enough with your lovin'. It's my turn now."
"No need to fight doll, there's plenty of Bucky lovin' to go around!" he laughed, opening his arms and letting you curl into his side. "I love you."
Summary: You come home on a Saturday afternoon to jazz in the air. And it isn't long before your your new manicure catches Bucky's attention. This blurb is fluff sprinkled with nostalgia and kisses.
Word Count: 843
A/N: In the midst of the working on requests, this idea came, and I had to get it out. School is going great but the workload is on another level, so I'm happy to be able to post this smaller piece in the meantime. I hope you all are well. Enjoy.
Warm light poured through the blinds, and onto the wood floor in thin, golden streaks. Bucky studied them as he sat in thought. The airy jazz melody flowing throughout the living room had taken him to a period that seemed both a lifetime, and an arm’s length away.
It was Saturday, well into the afternoon, yet he was reminded of the songs his mother used to play on the radio when she would tidy the house after breakfast on Saturday mornings. Music drove her just as much as her love for their little family. Once upon a time, Bucky listened to it whenever he could—dance and sing too, if the moment permitted—all because her own love for music had encouraged his.
When the lock on the apartment door twisted, his gaze flitted to it. You were entering a beat later, eyes bright, and carrying one too many grocery bags. As he pushed himself from the couch to help, he lightheartedly scolded you for not texting him to come down. But you brushed off his words with a smile and shrug as if to say that you’d managed on your own.
It wasn’t until you two started un-bagging the food that Bucky noticed that there was something different about your nails. They were longer. Interesting. He wanted to wait until everything was put away to acknowledge them.
A smile found its way onto your face when Bucky took your hands. The two of you were still in the kitchen, and the soft music still navigated its way through apartment. With a small frown of curiosity, he made you stretch out your fingers so he could take a look at the work that had been done. They were nice. The added length made your fingers appear longer and more slender. The shade, a dusty rose, complimented your skin in a way worthy of being deemed classy and elegant.
You met Bucky’s gaze. “Do you like them?”
He hummed. “You’ve never had them like this before. Not that I’ve seen.” He searched your eyes to make sure that assertion was truthful. He was almost certain he never had. He would’ve remembered such a change.
“Yeah, I haven’t had acrylics in forever. Figured I’d go ahead and get them done ‘cause I had time,” you said. “I feel all fancy now.”
He cracked a smile. “You should. They look real nice, doll.” He lifted each of your hands to kiss them. Your skin still smelled faintly of the citrusy lotion that the nail tech massaged into it towards the end of the appointment.
Something about the look in Bucky's eyes shifted. “You know…” he began, “there was something my mom used to do with her nails when I was younger.” His hands came to rest on your waist and, in turn, you wrapped your arms around his neck.
You offered a kind smile and pressed a quick kiss to his chin. “Tell me about it,” you said. “I could listen to you talk about her all day.”
There was a pleasant flutter within his chest. “It was called the 'half moon' manicure. She’d only paint a strip across the middle of her nails. I remember how the red polish looked kinda shiny. And how Rebecca would stand over her shoulder to watch as she painted them. Our dad always complimented her on them too.” His voice had grown measured, as if he were tiptoeing through memories.
You stayed quiet for a bit before murmuring, “I love that.”
He touched his forehead to yours. “I did too.”
Then you pressed your lips to his in a sweet kiss. The jazz was still playing, having transitioned to a new song. Your lips moved together slowly as if taking part in a dance of their own. You could feel him. Everything that he was, everything that he was trying to hold on to. Surely, he felt you too. Your fingers moved to the nape of his neck, nails lightly scratching at the skin. For a fraction of a second, his lips faltered against yours and a shiver coursed down his spine.
He’d have to get used to the longer nails against his skin, he realized.
The kiss eventually reached its end of its life, and he looked down at you intently.
“M’gonna take you out.”
You combed a hand through his hair. “Are you now?”
“Yes. I don’t know where to yet, but I will,” he said. “We’re gonna listen to some good music, dance, enjoy ourselves. You're gonna be in a dress that goes with those pretty nails of yours," he explained. "We'll make some memories to share with our kids one day.”
You gave a playful tilt of your head. “Kids, you say?” It seemed so perfect and impossible that being parents was a reality within your reach.
“Yes, kids.” His lips quirked in amusement. “We’re gonna love ‘em with everything that we’ve got and make sure they always have a whole bunch of pieces of us to hold on to.”
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The lights were dimmed, popcorn was hot and fresh in the bowl in front of you and the movie had only begun. Nat sat next to you, picking at the pieces in the popcorn.
“What are you doing?” You ask.
“getting all the pieces that have a lot of butter.” She says nonchalantly, continuing to pick though the popcorn kernels.
“Oh my god.” you laugh, “I could have added more butter for you!”
A/N: I wrote this for @cockslut-padalecki‘s Eleven Sentence Challenge! This was so much fun to write, and I’m quite tempted to do another one haha! Congrats lovely Lisa, and I hope you like it!
Hi! I love your writing, you are amazing! Are you taking requests? if you are, can I ask for one, where the reader is bi, but has only been with women so far, so she's really nervous about sleeping with Bucky for the first time? I don't know if this is good, but if you want to write it, it would be great! If not, that's totally okay! Love u🖤
Hello my love! I am so sorry this took so long to get to. I hope you enjoy it.
Pairing: Bucky x Bi Female Reader
⚠️ Warnings: Smut. NSFW 18+!
Word Count: 2.5k
A/N: A big thank you to my beta reader, @liebs82 . All mistakes are my own.
“How was the date?” Sam grins at you as you enter the kitchen. “What’s her name again?”
“Awful and who cares cause I’m never gonna see her again,” you roll your eyes.
“What happened?” Bucky asks from his seat at the island.
“We were talking about when we came out and the moment I said I’m bisexual, she got this look on her face. She said she only dates lesbians because she doesn’t want to be with someone who can’t make up their mind.”
“Oh, man. What did you say?” Sam shakes his head.
“I said, oh, and when did you choose to be a lesbian? And she was like, I didn’t, I was born this way.”
“And then I answered, yeah, me too. Got up from the table, threw down some cash to cover my portion of dinner and left. It’s so frustrating. I’ve always been attracted to both genders. It’s who I am. Just, ugh, I’m so sick of people who are only attracted to one gender having some sort of superiority about it and… I’m sorry, guys. I’ll get off my soapbox.
“No problem, doll. You can always vent to us,” Bucky says sweetly.
“Right. I’m heading out though. Gonna meet a lady friend for a drink,” Sam says with a wave.
“Booty call,” you sing-song, giving Bucky a wink.
“I heard that,” Sam calls.
“I meant for you to!” You yell back.
Bucky chuckles but then sobers as he gives you a onceover, “She really must be an idiot.”
“Thanks, Buck. Some peoples’ prejudices, ya know?” you shrug.
“I, uh, didn’t realize you’re bi. I always thought you were-”
“Le$bean?”
“Yeah.”
“I haven’t really dated guys much.”
“Why not?”
“No reason,” you survey Bucky. You had wondered more than once in the past if he was attracted to you.
“But you’d date a guy?”
“Why? You interested?” You lean on the counter, giving him a great view of your cleavage, and smirk.
“Yeah, doll. Have been since you first got here. Just didn’t think I had a shot,” Bucky gives you a cocky grin.
“Shoot your shot then, Barnes.”
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Two weeks later, you and Bucky had been on a half dozen dates and made out until you were throbbing with need. There was one thing Bucky didn’t know and it was the reason you hadn’t dragged him to your bed.
Sam was gone on a mission with Joachim, giving you and Bucky the house to yourselves. You had asked him if he’d like to stay in tonight, get a pizza, and watch a movie. The understood code of “let’s ignore the movie and make out.” Which is exactly where you were at this moment, laid out on the couch with Bucky on top of you. You are so wet you had probably soaked through every layer of clothing between the two of you.
"Bucky," you attempt to get his attention but it comes out a moan. His answer is to redouble his efforts, sucking a mark on your collarbone. "Barnes!"
That causes his head to snap up, "You okay?"
"Yeah," you nervously bite your lip.
Bucky gives you a cocky grin, "You wanna take this to the bedroom?"
You nod then giggle as Bucky shoots up from the couch and practically carries you to his bed. But as soon as you are laid out under him and he starts to pull your shirt off, your nerves bubble up. "Bucky?"
"Yeah, Doll?" Bucky pulls back to look at you.
"I've, um, I've never been with a guy. So, if I'm awkward at this, I'm sorry."
"You're a virgin, Doll?"
"Hardly, Barnes. I've had plenty of sex. Just never with a guy. I've always been with women."
"But you've never had a cock in you?"
"Look," you push Bucky back and straddle him, "I've been fucked good with a strap on and fingers and tongue." You put your hands under his shirt as you feel some of your confidence come back. "But it's always been with women. You won't hurt me or anything. I wanted you to know in case I'm a little awkward with anything." You pull his shirt off and smile at him, "I mean, I doubt you can beat the orgasm record that I've accomplished in a single session but I'm sure you can make it good. Right?"
Bucky rolls you under him and smirks down at you, "Is that a challenge?"
"Only if you're up for it, Sarge," you reply playfully.
Bucky leans down to whisper confidently in your ear, "Hope you don't have any big plans for tomorrow. You won't be walking straight."
“Big talk. Not seeing much action.”
Bucky grins devilishly as he gets to his knees, fists your shirt and rips it open. Your bra falls victim to him next and then your pants and panties are removed without further damage, "Wanna keep mouthing off, Doll?"
"If it gets me results, Sarge," you sass with a giggle. Your laugh quickly dies on a moan as Bucky explores your folds with his fingers.
“Fuck, you’re so wet,” Bucky whispers as he kisses you again. His fingers are making slow circles around your clit causing you to writhe against him. He builds you up, making the circles faster and tighter until the coil in you snaps.
“Yes, fuck!” you cry out.
“One,” Bucky whispers in your ear. His lips slide down your neck and then to your breasts. He gives each one attention as his fingers still make circles over your clit. You arch into his mouth when he swirls his tongue around your nipple and gently suckles. He trails his tongue over your belly, dipping into your navel, and then down to your mound. He traces his tongue over your folds and then his tongue spears into your opening and you cry out. He works his tongue in and out of you while never pausing the work of his fingers.
“Bucky! Fuck,” you cry out as you fall over the edge again.
“Two,” Bucky says before swiping his tongue up and over your clit. The new sensation causing you to writhe against him. You grab his hair to hold him against you as he laps at your bud.
“Bucky, God, it’s so good.”
His lips wrap around your clit and you arch as another orgasm slams through you.
“Three. What was that record again?” Bucky smirks at you from between your legs, his tongue still playing over you.
“I’ll let you know if you get there,” you smirk back at him.
“That’s how it’s gonna be, huh?” Bucky presses a finger into you as he speaks.
“Yes,” you reply breathlessly. His thick digit digging into your g spot as you throw your head back. Bucky’s tongue flicks over your clit in time with his strokes. Another moan escapes when he presses a second finger in. Each motion takes you higher until you cry, “Bucky! Oh, fuck, Bucky, I’m gonna..fuck!”
“Four. You like that, doll? Right there?” Bucky’s fingers massage your g spot.
“Yes. Bucky, will you, um, will you…” you falter, feeling a little embarrassed to ask for what you want. Something you had fantasized about more than one.
“Will I what, doll?” Bucky looks up at you.
You bite your lip for a second while butterflies erupt in your stomach, “Use your other hand?” The surprised expression that crosses his face makes you regret asking almost instantly.
“You want… you want that?” Bucky looks at you with wonder as he trails his metal hand up your leg.
“Yes. I want all of you, Bucky.”
He moves slowly but your moans encourage him. His mouth again covers your clit as he works two metal fingers in you. Your mind runs amok feeling how excited he is by your request. He's eating you as if starving and his fingers are firm yet gentle as they take you higher. The coil in you bursts yet again and the loud moan you release drives Bucky crazy.
“Five,” he groans as he kisses his way back up your body. His lips take yours again and you feel his hard length press against you through his sweatpants. Your hands slide past his waistband and encircle him. His skin was soft despite how incredibly hard his cock is. He moans into your mouth while your hands explore. You pull your hands out and roll Bucky onto his back. Sliding down him, you pull at his sweats and he lifts himself so you can pull them off. You lick your lips looking down at his well endowed cock. You reach your hand out and gently caress the length.
“I want to taste you, baby,” you say as you lower your mouth to lick the tip of his cock.
“Fuck, yes.”
“I haven’t done this before. You’ll tell me if I do something wrong?” You ask self-consciously.
“You won’t do anything wrong, doll,” Bucky holds himself still to allow you time to explore. He’s so hard it’s painful but when your sweet tongue swirls around his head, he’s ready to explode. Your lips wrap around him and the silky texture makes your eyes roll back in your head. You want to feel every inch of him on your tongue. You lick a stripe from his balls to the tip and grin when you see him fist the sheets. You repeat the action making him moan and squirm. You do it one more time and then slide him as deep as you can in your mouth. Involuntarily, his hips flex up and you pull back as you gag.
“I’m sorry! I’m so sorry! Are you okay?” Bucky is sitting up immediately.
“No, you’re interrupting my oral exploration of your cock. Lay down!” You smirk as you push him back onto the pillows. He chuckles as you wink at him and lean down to suck him again. You hold your thumb to help suppress your gag reflex. Your tongue flicks back and forth on his underside as you take him a little deeper with each stroke. Your hand comes up to cup his balls and his breath leaves him.
“Fuck. Doll, I’m gonna come.”
“Mmmm,” you moan as you take him deep and bob your head. You guide his hand to your hair and he moans as he begins guiding you where he wants. He releases a long groan as his cum hits the back of your throat. You swallow and lick him clean. You look at him and ask with a bit of heat in your cheeks, “Was that okay?”
“So much better than okay,” Bucky winks at you. Suddenly, he’s up and maneuvered you onto your hands and knees. You gasp when it’s not his cock but his tongue that is pressed to you. He makes a long swipe from your clit all the way to your tightest hole. His tongue dances there for a second making your insides flutter before it licks its way back to your entrance. He shoves his face into you causing his tongue to plunge into your pussy. You clench around his tongue and cry out at the onslaught. He bounces you against his face making you gasp and moan with each movement. His fingers glide over your slick clit, tightening the coil in you. You release a cry when you come. Your body shudders as the waves crash over you. He rolls you onto your back, grabs his t-shirt to wipe his face which is covered in your slick, and grins down at you, “Six.”
“Getting close, Barnes,” you tease.
“And we’re nowhere near finished, doll,” he lowers himself over you. “Ready?” He flexes his hips bringing his hard cock against you.
“So fucking ready,” you whine, arching into him. His first thrust takes your breath away. The thickness of his cock stretches you deliciously. Your breath hitches with each stroke that buries him deeper. “Fuck, baby. You feel so good inside me.”
“You feel good too, doll. So wet and ready for me. Squeezing my cock,” Bucky’s lips find yours as he trut harder. You grab his ass, encouraging each stroke. His hands are everywhere, on your hips, caressing your breasts, holding your face for his kiss. You can’t get enough of his hips driving into you.
“Faster, please, baby,” you whimper in his ear. Bucky responds immediately, grinding against you with quick, shallow strokes. Your legs begin to tremble as you barrel towards orgasm and then you’re crying out, writhing against Bucky.
“Seven,” Bucky says as he flips you on top of him and starts fucking up into you. Pushing up from his chest, you look down at him as you ride his cock. His eyes slide down your body and back up again. Grabbing his hands, you place them on your breasts and watch him as you roll your hips faster. His cock hits that spot deep inside and then he trails a hand down to circle your clit.
“Right there. Oh, God. Just like that, just like that. Fuck!” you’re coming again, surprising yourself with how quickly it came on.
“Eight,” Bucky sits up to wrap his arms around you. He kisses you in earnest, tongues twining as he slowly rocks you on his lap. He puts his forehead to yours and stares into your eyes while guiding your hips in slow circles. Nervously, you guide his hands from your hips to wrap around your neck. You continue the movement of your hips exactly as he had been guiding you and bite your lip as you look in his eyes. He caressed your jawline with his thumbs and then you see his expression change as his hands tighten. Your breathing becomes ragged with excitement. With each circle of your hips, his hands squeeze a little more, cutting off your blood flow. “Harder,” he demands and your eyes nearly roll back in your head from the commanding tone. You keep your slow pace but grind down on him with more force. You shudder when your orgasm streaks through you, clenching down on him. “Fuck, nine.”
When you recover your breath, you whisper, “My doubt in you was misplaced, Barnes. You’re even with the record. Care to beat it?”
Bucky has you on your back in seconds and is holding your knees open wide. He pounds into you. You grab handfuls of the sheets as you let out loud cries with each thrust. Your body arches from the intense onslaught and the coil in you tightens again. Bucky lets go of your legs, puts one hand next to your head to hold himself above you, and grabs your face. He forces your mouth open with his fingers against your cheeks and spits in your mouth. He puts his hand over your mouth until he sees you swallow. “Good girl.”
The words were all it took. Your mouth opens wide in a scream as your entire body spasms. You grab hold of Bucky as your body milks him, clenching tightly around his cock as it paints your insides. His moan as he comed is sinfully delicious to your ears.
You lay together catching your breath. The low rumble of Bucky’s voice causes you to grin as he mutters sleepily, “Ten.”
“A new high score,” you giggle.
“I can beat it,” Bucky grins.
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Jo!!!! Hope your day has been super!!❤ Got a little question for you!
What kind of coffee do you think Bucky drinks? Because I think he drinks it black. I also believe he absolutely will not talk to anyone in the morning until after his very first sip lol.
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Pairing: Bucky x reader
Word Count: 634
Summary: Bucky loves his coffee but there might just be one thing he loves more...
Author's Note: Sheila my sweet! HIIIIII!!! @hiddles-and-skittles Thank you so much and I hope your day has been wonderful as well! ❤❤❤ HUGS! So I just loved your thoughts on this so much it turned into a drabble! haha. I couldnt' help myself because the mention of grumpy Bucky just makes me so happy! I agree he takes it black for sure and while he won't talk to anyone before coffee-he might just make an exception for someone special😇 Thank you so much for this lovely ask and thank you all for reading! Much love always! ❤❤❤ Divider by the lovely @imerdwarf
Warnings: Soft fluff, teasing and grumpy Bucky :)
Gif not mine: Credit goes to @mcavoys thank you so much! 🥰
You walk out of your room and head down the hallway, bumping into Sam along the way.
“Hey Sam! Have you seen Bucky?” you ask as you make your way to the kitchen.
Sam smiles. “Not yet but I smell coffee so he’s probably in there having some.”
“Great,” you answer. “I need to ask him something.”
“You might wanna wait until he’s done with his coffee. He’s seriously grumpy without it,” Sam warns.
You stop walking and give Sam a perplexed look as you contemplate his words.
“I mean grumpier than usual,” he adds.
“Well, thanks for the heads up! Hopefully he won’t be too grumpy when I ask,” you laugh.
“Good luck,” Sam says. “I have to make a stop in the gym.”
“Thank you!” you chime, waving goodbye.
The kitchen is dark other than the soft morning light filtering through the windows. Bucky is seated at the island with his cup of coffee in hand and his eyes closed as he holds it under his nose.
“Good morning Bucky,” you chime, sitting on the stool next to him.
“Mornin’ doll face,” he says with a smile and turns to face you. “Want some coffee?”
“You know what, I think I will have a cup, thank you.”
He gets up and shuffles over to the machine, pouring you a hot cup and bringing it over.
“Here ya go.”
You peek into his cup and smile when you see it’s full of black coffee.
“I knew you would take it black,” you say, grabbing the sugar and creamer.
“And I’m not surprised you like yours sweet doll,” he replies.
“Oh yea? And why is that?” you ask.
“Because you’re sweet,” he states before taking a sip and sighing happily.
“Thanks Bucky. I could say the same for you.”
He scrunches his nose up and winks. “I don’t know about that. Everyone says I’m grumpy.”
You shrug your shoulders. “I don’t think you’re grumpy. As a matter of fact, Sam warned me not to talk to you until you finished your coffee but I didn’t listen and look, you’re not grumpy at all.”
Bucky hangs his head but you can see his eyes crinkled in a smile.
“Fucking Wilson,” he mutters. “He just says that because he’s a pain in my ass.”
“I am not,” Sam answers, appearing in the doorway. “You’re always grumpy.”
Both you and Bucky turn toward Sam and stare.
“He’s not grumpy Sam,” you declare. “He made me coffee and told me I was sweet.”
Sam looks from you to Bucky and back to you, his eyebrows raised up to his forehead.
“OH MAN! Come on!” Sam grumbles. “Did you ask your question yet?”
Sam’s mouth lifts into a smirk as he waits.
“What did you want to ask me doll?” Bucky questions, turning back to you.
“So, I have this wedding to go to next weekend and I don’t have a plus one. I was wondering if you would want to go with me?”
“I’d love to doll,” he answers with a soft smile.
“WHAT?” Sam nearly shouts. “It took me over a week to get you to come to my family’s cookout.”
“Yea well. That’s you,” Bucky deadpans as he narrows his eyes at Sam.
“Just let me know the details doll face and I’m all yours,” Bucky tells you, taking the last sip of his coffee.
“Great! I really appreciate it! We’ll have fun!” you exclaim.
“I can’t wait,” Bucky says. “And I’m sure we will.”
“I can’t believe this,” Sam mutters, throwing his hands up and walking out.
“Maybe someone should tell Sam he’s the one that’s grumpy,” you giggle as you watch Sam’s retreating form disappear down the hallway.
Bucky laughs along with you. “Right! I’ve been saying that all along! Finally, someone gets it!”
Warnings: mentions of food and eating, other than that just an overwhelming amount of fluff
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"Alright, keep your eyes closed!" Bucky's hands slip from your shoulders as you both come to a stop. He insisted that he lead you to his destination with your eyes firmly shut. He'd been cryptic all day, mainly he avoided you most of the day and you knew he'd sent Natasha to keep you busy for the day. Then there were the text messages he'd left you, Put on something pretty. and Wait for me in the kitchen. 7pm. You were obedient, not asking any questions, and listening to his commands, patiently waiting for him in the compound kitchen. You didn't even hear him sneak up behind you and cover your eyes with his hands.
"Close your eyes," his voice comes out quiet next to your ear and you feel goosebumps prickling your skin. You go to protest but as if he can read you like a book he speaks again, "trust me doll."
You complied and he began leading you through twists and turns in the corridors, periodically Bucky would remind you to keep your eyes shut which made you chuckle. Eventually, you work out you've made it outside, you can hear the leaves on the tree rustling in the breeze and smell the freshly cut grass. Finally, Bucky stops, pulling you to a halt with him and his hands rest against your shoulders, gently rubbing them and he places a kiss to your head.
You feel Bucky's warmth move away from you and instantly the slight breeze makes you shiver. A minute passes and you can hear him moving around, the urge to peak getting more and more tempting.
"Okay, open."
Your eyes open and you have to blink a few times to adjust to your surroundings, you look around in front of you. A picnic blanket sits in the middle of your favourite field of wildflowers, little lanterns are dotted around with candles lighting up the small area and there's a picnic basket with a bunch of your flowers sat on top. Your eyes travel up to him finally, Bucky's stood in a dress shirt and slacks with a big smile on his face. His arms slowly extend out toward you and without a second thought, you step towards him, your arms wrapping around his neck.
"You like it?" Bucky kisses the side of your head and you hold him a bit tighter, his hands holding you impossibly closer.
"Love it," you mumble against his neck, placing a kiss to the skin after you speak and slowly moving to kiss up his neck, along his jaw till finally, your lips connect with his. The kiss is short and sweet and when you pull back you both just smile at each other, completely drunk on love at that moment.
"Got all your favourites," he brushes his nose against yours and your smile grows more, "but first." Bucky pulls back, one of his arms slipping from around you to fish his phone out of his pocket. While he scrolls to find whatever it is he's looking for you start placing more kisses on his face, the smile never leaves his face and you're grateful for the carefreeness of the moment. Soft jazz starts playing from Bucky's phone and you look at him with a little shock.
"Who showed you how to do that?" you laugh looking at the phone in his hand and seeing he's managed to make a playlist on Spotify, it has your name as the title with a little heart emoji and you melt a little.
"You know I don't have to be shown how to do everything on this," he waves his phone in your face a little before he embraces you fully again, he plants a kiss on the side of your head before whispering, "but Peter showed me how to do that." You both laugh at his admittance, grinning at each other before Bucky kisses your cheek. "Dance with me."
Your heart swells as he starts swaying you both in time with the music. "I don't know how," you giggle as he starts kissing your neck.
"I'll teach you," he speaks between kisses, his breath tickling your skin. He takes small steps to the beat and instructs you to follow, saying praises in your ear when you get it right. It's simpler than you thought it'd be, one of his hands is placed firmly on your waist and the other holds yours, your free hand tangles into the back of his hair. You smile up at him as he looks down at your feet, making sure you're listening to his instructions. This close up you can really appreciate his features, you can see a couple of white hairs in his beard and how untamed his eyebrows are. When his eyes meet yours he grins at you, knowing you were just studying his face.
"I love you," your lips press a kiss to the corner of his mouth.
"I love you doll," his hand moves from your waist to hold your face. Bucky grins at you before lowering his lips to yours. It's gentle and reserved and only lasts a few seconds. The song changes as you pull apart, his thumb soothingly rubbing against your cheek, "did I tell you how beautiful you look tonight?" You shyly shake your head, your smile growing so much it starts hurting. Bucky laughs a little as he looks away from you for just a second then he's lifting you off the ground with one arm wrapped firmly around your middle and he's spinning you both around. You're both laughing again and you can't remember the last time you felt this happy. Bucky places you back down on the ground and firmly grabs your face, pressing his lips onto yours, a bit too enthusiastically.
"You are the most beautiful person I have ever seen," he emphasises each word with a quick kiss, "I'm so lucky to have you and I think I'm gonna love you forever." He gives you a final dramatic kiss before moving his head back to show you the goofy smile on his face.
"Definitely gonna love you forever," your hand on the back of his neck pulls his face down again so you can kiss him properly this time. His mouth falls open and your tongues mix together, his hands hold your face firmly as you melt into each other. It takes another minute for you both to disconnect, still smiling at one another like crazy.
"Food?" Bucky wets his lips while glancing down at the picnic blanket that you'd almost completely forgot about. You nod your head immediately and Bucky pecks your lips again before slipping his hand into yours. He leads you onto the picnic blanket and you both sit cross-legged, opposite each other.
Bucky starts pulling containers out of the picnic basket and you just watch lovingly as he pours you both a drink, handing the glass to you once it's full. You appreciatively take the glass and sip on your drink, still watching as he pulls more things out of the basket. He finally opens one of the containers and you can immediately see it's one of your favourite foods. Bucky gathers some of the food onto a fork and gently moves it towards you, holding the container under his hand the whole way so he doesn't make a mess. Putting your full trust in your boyfriend, you carefully open your mouth and let him feed you. You let out an appreciative sigh as the food hits your tastebuds and Bucky withdraws the fork.
The pair of you go back and forth feeding each other and yourselves, exchanging quiet conversation and listening to the songs Bucky has chosen for his playlist, some of them being ones you'd shown him or ones that made him think of you. Once you've both eaten your fair share of food, you move to lay between Bucky's legs, your back pressed against his chest and one of his arms wrapped around you, the other holding you both up as you lounge against him. Your hand's fiddle with his large one resting against your stomach. You're looking upwards, seeing all the stars littering the darkening sky but you can feel Bucky's gaze on you.
"You're staring," you don't move your eyes off the sky, watching a blinking light moving slowly.
"I thought you liked it when I stare at you," he laughs.
"Hm, I guess you're just lucky I like you so much," you joke as your turn your head to look at him. He's got a toothy grin on his face and you place a kiss on the corner of his mouth, "thank you for all this."
Bucky's arm around you tightens and he manages to nuzzle his head into the crook of your neck, you catch the blush that's spread across his cheeks before his face disappears. One of your hands moves to the back of his head, gently running your hand through his hair. You can feel his lips press against the skin of your neck, his short beard tickling lightly as he slowly moves upwards. He mumbles a quiet I love you so much against your skin.
"Love you so, so much Buck," you press a kiss to the top of his head and he gently raises it so he can kiss your lips. You rest your head against him again, your eyes casting back up towards the sky and Bucky kisses the side of your head again before following your gaze upwards. You sit in comfortable silence, just the lull of music coming from Bucky's phone and the sounds of the night.
It was the perfect night, full of love and laughs. Bucky continues to prove each day how much you mean to him whether it be from leaving small notes of adoration for you to find throughout the day or letting you pick the first slice of pizza because he knows you like to have the perfect slice. To the big things like this, a simple yet extravagant date just because he likes to see the smile you reserve only for him. In return, you try to prove to him how worthy he is of the love you both share, always sharing words of praise and love. You know he is all the things he wishes to be and not the trained killer he was made to be and if you have to spend every day showing him why you fell in love with him then you will because to you he’s worth it all.
You're More Than A Women To Me | Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader
| Song: More Than A Women To Me By The Bee Gees
| Word Count: 910
| Summary: When the Avengers have the day off they can do what ever they please, and for you jamming to music is your thing no matter if you have the day off or not.
| Warning(s): Fluff, cheesy dancing, singing, if it was a musical... this would be it lol.
A/N: I absolutely loved writing this, it has been an idea I've wanted to write for a while now. I love this song so much that I wanted to incorporate it somehow. Probably will do a song series maybe?!?!
All likes, comments and reblogs are super duper appreciated :)
It was the first time the Avengers had a day off in quite a while. You'd suppose this was unusual as usually the team were out avenging. But today was not one of those days; it felt like Christmas had come for the team. They were all free to do their own things today without interruption.
So here you were, coming out of the elevator, AirPods in your ears, playing 'More Than A Women' by the Bee Gees on total volume. You were in your own little world, "Here in your arms, I found my paradise", the air strumming of your guitar strutting down the hall of the main floor, "My only chance for happiness". This was definitely not uncommon for you or the Avengers to see, it was your thing, and you did it very well. "And if I lose you now, I think I would die", you hummed, swaying your hips side to side.
"Oh, say you'll always be my baby; we can make it shine", Disco dancing down the halls with your eyes closed was most definitely your thing. You moved your body left to right, "We can take forever, just a minute at a time", knowing where everything was in the compound; you have free reign to dance suavely down the corridors.
The slight motion of drumming, "Budum tissss, more than a woman", pointing your disco fingers left to right, twirling yourself around, you sang your heart out "more than a woman to meeee" you hum "More than a-", you walked straight into something.
Opening your eyes quickly, you peered up to see Bucky standing before you with a massive smile on his face. "I was starting to wonder where you had gone off to", you chuckled to yourself. You took an AirPod out of your ear, looking at him again "sorry, Buck," you beamed at him. He shook his head laughing, lighting under his breath. He loved when you were in your own world. Snaking an arm around your waist, he pulled you into a kiss which you gladly returned.
Splitting apart from the kiss you passionately shared, he took one look into your eyes, "You're definitely more than a woman to me, doll" he smiled cheekily at you. "Am I now?" You winked, embracing him in a big hug. You took his large frame and started dancing a bit with him on the spot.
"Wanna listen?" You asked him, giving the other side of your AirPod, tucking it into his ear. You played the song all over again for the both of you to enjoy. He took your hands into his and started dancing around with you as the music played.
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Coming down the main living halls was Bucky and Y/n in their own little world, dancing hand in hand, enjoying this little moment that they were living in. The rest of the Avengers were in the living room, either watching something on their phones or chatting up a storm.
The shuffling and chuckling of both Bucky and you were heard by the team. Tony slowly but carefully leaned off the couch, attempting to look out into the corridor, "Hey Friday, what is going on out there?" it took a few seconds for Friday to respond, "Miss Y/n and Mr Barnes are dancing, sir."
Steve leaned against the kitchen door frame, watching you two while the other Avengers were quick on their feet, making their way to the hallway double doors. This was something non of them wanted to miss, especially since they had never seen Bucky dance before. Popping their heads out into the hall, the entire team watching as you both have bright smiles on your faces.
You were everyone's favourite, the one who always brightened a dull day. Steve stood there watching both of you; he knew that you and his best friend were meant to be together from day one, and this moment just proved his thoughts.
Bucky, that sucker was too scared to ask you out, so Steve took the matter into his own hands to tell you that Bucky liked you, thankful that you said you wanted him back, you knew what to do, and so you did, you asked him out.
"And if I lose your love, I know I would die", you sang, swaying with Bucky, "Oh, say you'll always be my baby, we can make it shine" Bucky followed on from you, your head on his chest and his cheek resting upon the top of your head.
We can take forever, just a minute at a time.
"More than a woman", Bucky sang wholeheartedly, "You're more than a woman to me", he spoke lovingly to you.
The blush rising on your cheeks, hugging his torso you leaned on him for support, swaying side to side you both sang "More than a woman" you sang before the team came in with the back up "ooh, my baby", the pair of you looked down the hall to see the team smiling at both of you.
You pointed at all of them about to sing the next part when Friday started playing it through the compound speakers.
"More than a woman to meeee", you all sang.
The rest of the team danced in the hallway with you and Bucky. This was the moment, this was your family, and this is what you loved about being an Avenger. Despite you, all serious living lives there proved always to be time for fun.
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