Joey

nose in a book head in the clouds she/her 20

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Update

Just tried writing bucky smut and realized I was writing Bucky smut and had to take a break so...idk i'm having writers block i'll come back

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Hi Joey!, if you’re taking supernatural requests can you write something really fluffy with Sam Winchester being really soft and reassuring with a reader who struggles to sleep after a hunt? Extra points if she was hurt after the hunt and is a bit angsty, love you and your Bucky fics (Please don’t feel any pressure to write this if you don’t like it)

Stitches 

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Hunter!reader

Summary: When a sleepless night leads to a reopened injury, Sam Winchester spends the early hours of the morning stitching you back together physically and emotionally.

Warnings/tags: Fluff/angst/comfort. Mentions of blood, stitches, torn stitches, and a bad hunt. Soft!Sam. No use of Y/N. No physical characteristics and no pronouns, so sky's the limit on who you imagine! Reader pushes themself too hard until physical pain. (as always, let me know if I missed something)

A/N: Hi! Thank you for being my first request! I hope you enjoy it, and if you don’t, let me know, I’ll make some changes lol! Sorry, this took me so long. I'm a full-time student with two jobs, so I've been busy. Anyway, I’m so glad I got an SPN request; it’s been too long, and I love my boys. 

WC: 1.6K

The Bunker was quiet. Too quiet. You stared at the ceiling of your room, watching shadows move across the concrete walls as the clock read three in the morning. 

Sleep should have come hours ago. You were exhausted. Every muscle in your body ached from the hunt. The gash along your thigh throbbed beneath its bandages, a constant reminder of how close tonight had been to things ending up much worse for you. 

Every time you closed your eyes, you saw it again. 

The monster's claws, the blood, the moment you hit the ground, and the thought that you weren’t going to get back up. 

With a frustrated groan, you threw the blankets off and sat upright. 

“Come on,” you muttered to yourself.  You weren’t scared. You weren’t. Hunters got hurt all the time, you’d been hurt before. 

So why the hell couldn’t your brain let it go? The answer didn't matter, what mattered was shutting the thoughts up. 

Twenty minutes later, you were standing in the bunker gym. The overhead lights buzzed softly as you wrapped your fingers around a dumbbell. You knew it was stupid. You knew Sam would probably lecture you if he saw you. Dean would definitely lecture you, but if you could wear yourself out enough, maybe you’d finally get some sleep. 

One set became two. 

Two became five. 

Sweat gathered at your temple. Your breathing grew heavier. Your leg burned as you shifted onto it and you ignored the pain. 

You moved again. The stitches pulled. You moved again. The pain seemed incredible, and you gritted your teeth. “One more,” you muttered, just one more. The moment you shifted weight into your leg, something tore. 

White hot bolts of pain shot through your thigh 

“Fuck–” The dumbell slipped through your grasp. It hit the floor with a deafening crash.  The sound echoed through the bunker. 

You froze. 

For a second all you could hear was your own heart beat then you looked down. Blood was already soaking through the bandage. “God damn it!” You hissed

You dropped onto the bench, pressing hard against the wound. This was going to be hard to explain, unfortunately you didn't get much time to think of an excuse. 

The gym door swung open. Sam stood in the doorway. 

His hair was sticking up in every direction, his gray T-shirt wrinkled from sleep. For a moment he looked confused. Then his eyes landed on the blood, The confusion vanished instantly. 

“Hey,” he said softly as he stepped forward “What happened?” concerned laced his voice 

You straightened immediately and cleared your throat “It’s nothing.”

Sam stopped beside the bench and looked at the blood staining your hand. Then he looked at you. 

Neither of you said anything. The silence made your lie worse “It’s not that bad Sam I promise” you tried again, but he could see right through you. He always could. 

“Uh-huh”

“It isn’t”

“You tore your stitches.”

You opened your mouth. Closed it. Sam sighed softly. He wasn’t annoyed, he wasn’t angry, just worried about you. Which was far worse. “C’mon.” he said gently as he reached out his hand. “Let’s get you patched up”

You hesitated, but grabbed his hand softly. He put a gentle arm around your waist to help take the weight off your leg as he guided you to the bathroom with the medical kits. He lifted you softly onto the counter and steadied you when you winced in pain “Sorry,” he said softly 

“It’s okay,” you assured him. He rummaged through the cabinets till he found his medical kit. Sam pulled a chair over and sat down in front of you. He unzipped the medical kit before glancing up at your face.

"The stitches are torn pretty badly."

You frowned. "Sorry."

"You don't need to apologize." He reached for the hem of his shirt before pulling it over his head in one smooth motion. You blinked in surprise. Although your eyes wandered for a moment you knew this wasn’t his intent so you lifted your eyes back to his face. 

Sam held the shirt out toward you. "Bite down on this." 

A laugh escaped before you could stop it. "What?"

"It's either that or you crush my hand." His mouth twitched into a small smile. "Actually, you can do that too if you want."

You laughed again, the sound softer this time. "I think I'll survive."

Sam's expression softened. "Okay." His hand settled carefully against your leg. "But this is gonna hurt."

He wasn't lying. The second the needle pushed through your skin, pain shot through your thigh. You sucked in a sharp breath and gripped the edge of the counter.

Sam immediately looked up. "You okay?"

You nodded. "Mhm."

Another stitch. Another wince. Another glance from him.

"Still okay?"

"Yep."

"You sure?"

"Sam." you muttered through gritted teeth. 

"Just checking."

Despite yourself, you smiled.

The entire time, he worked carefully, his brow furrowed in concentration. Every few stitches he paused to make sure you were alright. To make sure the pain wasn't becoming too much.

"You know," he said quietly after a moment, "you're handling this pretty well."

You snorted.

"I don't think nearly crying counts as handling it well."

A small smile tugged at his lips. "For what it's worth, I've seen Dean nearly pass out over less." That earned another laugh. "There it is," he said softly.

"What?"

"You're smiling."

The warmth in his voice made your chest ache. The room fell quiet again as he finished the last few stitches. Eventually he tied off the thread and began wrapping a clean bandage around your leg.

"There." 

You let out a breath. "Good as new?"

Sam raised an eyebrow. "Let's not get ahead of ourselves."

You smiled faintly. "I'm okay."

The words came automatically. The same words you'd been saying all night. The same words you'd said in the gym. The same words you'd said after the hunt.

Sam's hands stilled. Slowly, he looked up. Really looked at you. Suddenly it felt impossible to look away. His expression softened almost immediately. Not pity. Understanding. The kind that came from experience. "Couldn't sleep?" he asked quietly.

You swallowed. Then nodded.

Sam glanced briefly toward your bandaged leg. "Because of this?" Your eyes dropped to your lap. Silence stretched between you. A second later he spoke again. "The hunt."

Not a question. A statement.

You closed your eyes. "Yeah." Sam didn't interrupt.  He just waited. You stared at your hands. "I keep replaying it." His hand settled gently over yours. Warm, steady, present. You held onto it without even thinking. "I know it sounds stupid."

"It doesn't."

"I just..." Your voice cracked slightly. "I thought I was going to die." The confession hung in the air, raw and vulnerable.

Sam didn't look away. Didn't try to fill the silence. His thumb brushed softly over your knuckles.

"I really thought that was it." His jaw tightened, because he understood, maybe more than anyone.

"I know." The words were quiet and honest.

You laughed weakly. "And now I feel ridiculous because you've been through way worse than that."

That got his attention  immediately. His eyebrows pulled together. "Hey." You finally looked up. "Fear doesn't make you weak." The certainty in his voice left no room for argument.

"Sam–"

"No." His hand squeezed yours gently. "You were hurt. You were scared. That's normal."

You looked away again. "I should be tougher than this."

Sam shook his head. "You don't stop being human just because you're a hunter." The room fell silent. For a moment, Sam stared at the floor. When he spoke again, his voice was softer. "There are still nights I can't sleep."

Your head lifted. His eyes met yours. "Sometimes things come back." A sad smile crossed his face. "But people help." His gaze softened. "Dean helps." You felt your chest tighten. 

"You help."

The words settled heavily between you, because he meant them. Every single one. After a moment Sam stood. 

You frowned. "Where are you going?"

He grabbed his shirt from the counter and pulled it back on. "I could really go for some tea."

You couldn't help smiling. "Sam."

"What?"

"You don't have to stay up with me."

His expression remained perfectly innocent. "I'm making tea for myself." You stared at him. He stared back. Both of you knew he was lying. Neither of you acknowledged it. "Come on."

A few minutes later, the library was quiet except for the soft clink of mugs against wood. You sat beside Sam on one of the couches, your legs stretched carefully across the cushions. At first the conversation was aimless. Favorite road trip snacks. The weirdest motel either of you had ever stayed in. And for the first time all night, your mind wasn't replaying the hunt.

You were just listening to Sam talk. Listening to his voice. Feeling safe. At some point your head found its way onto his shoulder. At some point your eyes drifted closed. And at some point you finally fell asleep.

Sam noticed almost immediately. The conversation died on his lips when he looked down and saw your breathing had evened out.

A small smile appeared. Carefully, so he wouldn't wake you, he shifted you closer. Your head slipped into his lap.

You sighed softly in your sleep. Sam reached for the blanket draped over the back of the couch and spread it over you. Then he settled back against the cushions. One hand resting lightly against your arm.

The two of you feel asleep comfortably in each other's arms.

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Taking Requests

Hi everyone! I have so many new followers thank yall! I just wanted to come on here and say I'd be happy to take requests! I do more than just Bukcy Barnes lol. Marvel, Criminal minds, 5sos, Supernatural!! Let me know!! Love yall

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The Cut

Paring: BuckyBarnes x Fem!Reader

Summary: Bucky decides it’s time for a haircut, which you protested, but when he comes back, you just can’t hold yourself back. 

Warnings: 18+ MDNI She/her pronouns for the reader. Pussy pronouns once (she). Smut. Oral (f recieving), fingering, hair pulling (pulling Bucky’s hair). Whimpering Bucky (yayy). P in V unprotected (wrap it up tho kids) 

WC: 1.6k 

“Bucky!” You whined as he grabbed his keys from the counter, “You can’t do this to me, your hair is so perfect.” You leaned your upper body over the couch and pouted, although his back was to you

“Doll, I haven’t had a proper haircut in decades. I think it’s time for this ratty hair to go.” When he turned around to face you, he couldn’t help but smile ear to ear at your frown. “It will be fine.”

“You don’t know what.”

“I do,” he walked closer and kissed your forehead. “It’s just hair if you don’t like it, I’ll grow it back.” 

You huffed in protest, and he chuckled at you. “Baby, why do you even want to cut your hair?” You stretched up and wrapped one arm around his neck, pulling him closer, and your other hand went straight to his hair, running through it. 

“Because I had this hair when I was...” he paused and cleared his throat, “Well, this hair is just no longer who I am. I want everything fresh, you know.”

Your eyes soften. You couldn’t argue with him, but you still couldn’t hide your pout. “Okay.” You kissed his cheek softly, and he leaned into you. “Just promise me you will not go bald, and you will find a woman in there and ask her opinion, and you will let her know you have a girlfriend.”

“Of course,” he smiled at you. “Stop pouting,” he said, kissing your lips softly. Instinctively, you smiled, but when he pulled away, you put on a fake pout  

“You like it when I pout.”

“Not like this…and it’s too late, I saw you smile.” You rolled your eyes but smiled anyway as he kissed you gently one last time. 

You tangled your fingers into his long hair and pulled softly, and he whimpered, “Yeah, I’ll miss that.” You both chuckled and said goodbye as Bucky headed out the door to get rid of one of the sexiest parts of himself. 

…

About an hour later, you were in your bedroom folding laundry when Bucky came home. You hadn’t heard him come in over the music, but you gasped when a pair of arms wrapped around your waist. You gasped instantly, but relaxed when you heard his soft voice, “Hi, sweetheart.”

You smiled, “Hi baby,” you went to turn around to see the haircut, but his lips attached to your neck, keeping your face forward, and pinning you to his back. You chuckled, “Let me see!”  

Without answering, he pulled out flowers from behind his back and put them into your hands. They were your favorite “Shit, Bucky, is it bad?” You closed your eyes in fear that your boyfriend would be bald for the next few months, but he chuckled behind you. 

“I don’t know, actually.” Your eyebrows wrinkled in confusion. “Haven’t seen myself with short hair in maybe 80 years…I-I’m not sure if I look like me.”

“Can I see?” you asked softly. Suddenly, you didn’t care what it looked like. As soon as you heard the waver in his voice, you just wanted to tell him he looked handsome. 

He took a deep breath, then nodded against you, letting go. 

You turned around slowly, and as soon as your eyes landed on the new haircut…you were dripping. “Oh” was all you could manage

“Shit,” he muttered under his breath, and you quickly jumped to fix your words

“No, no, not oh, as in bad oh as in … oh.” Your own tone of voice made his eyebrows raise 

“So you like it?” Did you like it…you were ready to pounce any second. If he were willing, you’d let him get you pregnant just so you could pass down the luxurious hair gene 

“Yeah fuck baby, I love it. Like I really love it,” he smiled softly

“Good, good. I was worr-” he started to turn around so he could walk over to the mirror in the bathroom, but you grabbed his arm, stopping him “What?” his eyes grew worried again. 

You couldn’t even form words looking at him, so you just pulled him closer to you and kissed him roughly. It didn’t take Bucky even a second to kiss you back, his hands immediately finding your lower back. 

As the kiss grew more intense, he walked you back towards the bed, until the back of your knees hit it, causing you to fall on the mattress. Bucky was quick to get on top of you, pulling away for just a moment to look at you. 

“Bucky, you look fucking hot,” he smirked 

“Yeah?” His Brooklyn accent was strong, and you clenched around nothing. You rolled your eyes at his teasing and pulled on his hair, and he whimpred again. “Feels good when you do that, had to make sure it was still long enough for you.”

You planted yourself on your elbows and kissed him again. After a moment, his lips attached to your neck and he bit down on the spot he knew was most sensitive. “Fuck Bucky. Need you.”

He pulled away quickly and got on his knees in front of you. “Need to taste you, baby, please.” his fingers slipped under the waistband of your sweatpants, and you nodded. He practically ripped them and your underwear off in one swift motion. 

His big arms pulled your legs apart, making sure he had the perfect view of your cunt. “So pretty, baby.” 

“Bucky, please,” you whined as your hands went to his hair, trying to pull him closer, but that damn super soldier strength kept him from budging. He chuckled, close enough you could feel his breath on your pussy, and you shivered. 

“So eager, Doll. I want to have my fun,” he teased when you groaned. His hands ran up and down the sides of your thigh as his lips attached to your skin. 

He left a trail of kisses as he made his way up to your core. He paused before kissing you where you needed it most. “Need you so bad. Please, I’ll be good.”

He looked up at you, and no matter how hard he tried to play tough whenever he was looking at you, he melted, and you could always see it in his eyes. “Yeah, my good girl. Just for me?”

“Just for you, Buck.”

He hummed, content with your words, and finally put his lips on your clit. You both groaned at the same time as he began licking you slowly. “She’s so wet for me.”  His Brooklyn accent was strong whenever he was touching you.

“It’s the hair,” you teased, but it was the truth. His mouth was on you again, this time sucking faster and harder. Two fingers entered you without warning, and you cried out, encouraging Bucky to keep going.

You tried to buck your hips, but his big arms wrapped around your thighs, were keeping you in place for him. You pulled at the ends of his hair again, and he moaned against you. 

His eyes lifted to meet yours, which sent you over the edge. “Fuck Bucky, I’m gonna cum.” The third finger he shoved inside of you was his way of telling you to cum for him. 

You cried out as your orgasm hit you like a fucking train, and Bucky kept his tongue working as you let your orgasm take over you.

When you finally came down, Bucky took his lips off you, and you groaned, “Need to be inside you, baby.” He stood up and tried to turn you around, but you protested.

“Wanna see you.” he smiled, “Wanna see the new haircut” he smirked and moved you further up the bed. 

He worked his pants and shift off quickly as you took off your shirt and bra. 

He stood in front of you with his dick stiff in his hands. He spread your legs and pumped himself a few times before lining his tip up with your entrance. “‘m gonna fuck you so good, baby. Take good care of my girl, yeah?”

“Yes, Bucky, please,” you whined. Your whine was all he needed to push himself into you. 

It was slow and deliberate, and you needed more. He could tell by the way your face schruhced so he pulled himself out and without warning slammed back into you, causing you to cry out, “You feel so fucking good, Doll. So tight for me.”

You could only moan in agreement as he fucked into you. His hands wandered up your curves before landing on your tits, gripping them. “So fucking perfect for me,” he pulled on your nipples, and you whimpred, “Love that sound.”

You could barely form words; everything felt so good. His eyes were glued to your face. As you tightened around him, he moaned, “Fuck, just like that ‘m gonna cum.”

“Fuck me too, Bucky.”

“Cum for me, angel. Let it all go.” It didn’t take much more for your eyes to squeeze shut as your body shook beneath his. “Yeah, that's it, let me feel you.” 

He fucked you through your orgasm, his hitting soon after yours. As you both came down, his movements slowed until he was paused over you. Your chests rising and falling in sync.

Your hand made its way back to his hair, running through it. He chuckled softly, then leaned forward to place his forehead on yours, giving you a quick peck. “You really like the haircut?”

You chuckled, “Yes, Bucky, you look really good.”

He smiled against you, “Should have gotten it done months ago if I knew this would be the outcome.”

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Till Death Do Us Part

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x FemaleAvenger!Reader x SecretRelationship

Summary: You and Bucky have been secretly dating for almost a year. Stolen glances, quick touches, hidden dates, all of it made you love him more and more as the days went by. You decided not to tell the team because, in your field, loving was dangerous; it made you vulnerable to threats. But no matter what you did to hide yourselves, it didn’t matter when Bucky saw you injured. 

Warnings: Secret relationship, angst, comfort, bleeding, injury, death, no happy ending here. She/her prounounds fo reader.

A/N: Honesty, I wanted this to be more about the secret relationship, but I got ahead of myself with hurt Bucky, and so it became like barely any of the plot  

W/C: 2.3K

You and Bucky had been together for 11 months and 6 days, but it felt like more time than that. The relationship truly started when the two of you met three years ago. You knew immediately he was special, and he knew immediately that he loved you. 

After years of tiptoeing around your feelings, he finally cracked and confessed to you. From there, your relationship took off. Dates anytime you were free, sneaking into each other's rooms every night, and quiet moments when the team had their backs turned. 

You both decided immediately not to tell anyone. To you, it didn’t matter who knew about it; you and Bucky loved each other no matter what. To Bucky, it was about safety. If people knew you could be used against each other, you could get hurt, and he would give his life for yours without second thought, but he didn’t ever want to be put in a situation where he had to. 

For the past 11 months and 6 days, your life has been bliss. You slept better, smiled more, and took better care of yourself. The team had been wondering what’s got you all giggly. As for Bucky, he snarled less, spoke more, and even smiled on occasion, and the team has been teasing him with remarks like “When are we meeting the lucky girl Barnes?” or “Whoever she is she has you whipped bud” Bucky always just rolled his eyes, but they always met your soft smile which he always returned, a little red in the cheeks. 

To you, Bucky was home. Not a place, but a person. The second he wrapped his arms around you, everything felt quieter somehow. Safer. You trusted him with your life, and trust had never come easy to you. Being with him made the bad days feel lighter. It wasn’t even big moments that made you love him so much; it was the small things. The warmth of his hand against your back, the sleepy sound of his laugh at two in the morning, the way he looked at you like he was still learning how to believe in something good. Being around him gave you a kind of peace you didn’t think you’d ever have.

To Bucky, you were the world, not just someone he loved, but the reason the world still felt worth staying in. You were the reason he got up in the morning, the reason life didn’t feel so heavy anymore. If it were just the two of you left in the world, he would still be happy, because as long as he had you, he had everything he needed. He needed you in a way that sometimes terrified him. You saved him without even realizing it. Before you, he was drowning in old memories and pain he couldn’t escape, but with you, it all became quieter. When you held him, he didn’t feel broken. He didn’t feel like the Winter Soldier or a broken thing somebody forgot to fix. With you, he felt human again. Loved again. Like maybe there was still something good left in him after all.

Everything the two of you had together was perfect, and it was even better with the feeling of sneaking around. Even when fighting, you two found moments together, which is how you ended up here, behind a wall, your back pinned to it, with Bucky's arm over your head. “Buck-”

“Doll,” he cut you off. His doe eyes looking into yours 

“We're fighting a fucking space alien right now, what are you doing!” You giggled as you tried to push him back, but he didn’t budge. Instead, he pulled his mask off. 

“You looked so good when you sliced his arm off, I couldn’t help myself. I just need one kiss,” you rolled your eyes, but so softly planted a kiss to his lips. 

“Happy?” 

“Yes,” he said simply, like there wasn’t a threat 20 feet from you, even worse, the team could see you at any moment. “Now let's kick ass.”

You giggled again, and it made Bucky debate whether to keep you pressed against the wall a little longer. The world was ending outside, alarms screaming through the streets, but all he could think about was the sound of your laugh against his mouth. Still, he forced himself to pull away. The faster he killed this thing, the faster he could get you home and hear that sound all night instead of in stolen seconds between missions.

His hand slipped from yours slowly, like neither of you really wanted to let go.

“Don’t die on me, Barnes,” you teased softly, trying to ignore the tight feeling in your chest that always came before missions.

Bucky’s expression changed instantly. Serious. Almost angry.

“Not funny,” he muttered.

Your smile faded a little at the look in his eyes. Bucky always acted like losing you could actually kill him. Maybe it could.

You leaned up quickly, pressing one last kiss to the corner of his mouth before stepping away. “I’ll be fine.”

He stared at you for a second too long before nodding once. “You better be.”

Then the two of you were running in opposite directions.

You headed left toward Nat while Bucky disappeared toward Tony, gunfire and smoke swallowing him almost instantly. The thing you’d all been fighting had torn through the city since sunrise, leaving wrecked buildings and fires behind like breadcrumbs. Nobody even fully knew what it was yet, only that it wouldn’t die.

Every hit barely slowed it down.

“Son of a bitch,” you muttered when the creature hurled a car toward you. You ducked just in time, the car smashing into the pavement behind you.

“Everyone okay?” Steve’s voice crackled through your earpiece.

“Define okay,” Tony answered breathlessly.

Nat slid beside you, reloading her weapon. “Any bright ideas?”

“Yeah,” you said, staring up at the thing tearing through another building. “I’m thinking we run.”

Nat snorted, but before either of you could move, the creature let out a deafening roar that made the ground tremble beneath your boots. The creature moved faster than before. One second, Nat was beside you, the next she was yelling your name.

You barely had time to look up before part of the building above you gave out.

“Move!” Nat screamed.

You tried, but something slammed into you hard enough to knock the air from your lungs.

Pain exploded through your body as concrete and metal crashed around you. Your head hit the pavement, everything ringing and blurry for a second before the weight settled over you.

Somewhere nearby, people were shouting, and you heard a loud crash. Your vision flickered.

“...shit— she’s down,” Steve said over the comms. You couldn’t speak…you couldn’t move. 

Across the battlefield, Bucky’s heart stopped at Steve's words. His body stopped with it. He felt the chaos around him, but couldn’t move to help anyone. He could only think of you as he left Tony to go find you. Tony yelled behind him something about needing to keep fighting, but he couldn’t hear him over the sound of his heartbeat; even if he could, he wouldn’t stop. 

When he found you, Nat hovered over you, trying to get you to speak. Your bloody body in her hands. Steve was beside them, looking for help. 

Although you couldn’t see, you could hear, Bucky. Horrified.

“No. No, no, no.” You had never heard him sound afraid before.

“Bucky—” Nat tried to warn softly, but Bucky was already dropping to his knees beside you.

Everything around him disappeared. The screaming. The fighting. The comms in his ear.

None of it mattered.

“Hey, hey, hey.” His hands shook as they carefully grabbed yours, almost terrified that touching you would hurt worse. “I’ve got you. I’ve got you, sweetheart.”

Blood covered your side. Too much of it.

Bucky felt sick.

You looked so small lying there.

“Look at me,” he begged, voice cracking badly. “C’mon, doll, look at me. You’re okay. You’re gonna be okay, alright? Nothing’s gonna happen to you.”

But the words sounded desperate instead of convincing, and everyone around him could hear it. Steve stared. Nat’s eyes widened slightly. Tony looked between the two of you in confusion.

Because Bucky Barnes looked terrified.

Not teammate terrified.

Not mission terrified.

Terrified like his whole world was bleeding out in front of him.

“Get her some help!” he shouted suddenly, loud enough that his voice nearly broke. “Now!”

Your fingers weakly curled around his metal hand.

“Buck…” you whispered.

His entire face crumbled at hearing your voice.

“I’m here,” he said immediately, tears burning in his eyes now. “I’m right here, baby. Stay with me, okay? Stay with me.” You tried to smile, but it came out weak.

“I love you.”

The words were barely audible. But Bucky heard them. And it destroyed him.

A broken sound left his throat as he leaned closer to you, pressing your joined hands against his chest as if he could somehow keep your heart beating with his own. “No, no, don’t talk like that,” he rambled quickly. “You’re okay. You hear me? I love you too. God, I love you so much. I love you more than anything.”

The battlefield had gone strangely quiet around him. Nobody understood what they were hearing. Bucky didn’t even notice.

“You can’t leave me,” he whispered, tears finally falling now. “Please don’t leave me. I can’t…I can’t do that again.”

“Bucky…” Steve said carefully. Bucky looked up then, eyes red and furious and terrified all at once.

“We’ve been together for a year,” he choked out. “So somebody do something. S-somebody help her! Somebody kill that fucking thing.”

He finally looked back to see that the monster was on the ground. Whatever happened in the two minutes you were on the ground stopped it, at least for the moment.

 “You’ve been together for a year?” Tony said, as he looked at Bucky, then at you, Your breathing was uneven now. Weak. 

Nat was somewhere behind him, yelling for medical, her voice sounding farther and farther away. Bucky’s hands wouldn’t stop shaking. He kept rubbing his thumb over your cheek as if he stopped touching you, you’d disappear.

“Yes, but we…we’ve loved each other for longer.”

Then he looked at Steve.

And suddenly, he didn’t look like the Winter Soldier anymore. He looked young. Terrified. Like the skinny kid from Brooklyn begging the world not to take another person from him.

“Please,” he said, voice cracking completely. “Help her.”

Tony dropped beside him quickly, scanning your injuries, but the second Bucky saw the look on his face, something inside him snapped.

“No,” Bucky said immediately.

Tony’s expression only fell further.

“Barnes–”

“No!” Bucky shouted, pulling you closer against him. “No, don’t fucking look at me like that.”

Your eyes fluttered weakly toward him.

“Bucky…” you breathed.

“I’m here,” he said instantly, tears falling freely now. “I’m right here, baby. I got you.”

Your hand twitched in his.

He grabbed it like it was the most important thing in the world.

“You’re gonna be okay,” he kept saying, voice trembling harder each time. “You hear me? We’re gonna go home after this. I’m gonna make you coffee tomorrow morning, and you’re gonna complain it tastes terrible even though you drink the whole thing anyway.”

A tiny smile ghosted across your lips. Bucky looked wrecked seeing it. “I love you,” you whispered.

And God, it sounded like goodbye.

“No,” he said immediately, shaking his head hard enough it looked painful. “No, don’t say it like that. Don’t… please don’t say it like that.”

“I love you,” you repeated softly.

Bucky broke.

A horrible sound left his throat as he pressed his forehead against yours, clutching your hand against his chest.

“I love you too,” he sobbed. “I love you so much. More than anything, sweetheart. Please stay. Please stay with me.”

Your breathing hitched.

Then stopped.

For a second, nobody moved.

Bucky stared at you.

Waiting.

Waiting for another breath.

Another blink.

Anything.

“...Doll?” he whispered.

Silence.

Tony slowly reached forward, fingers brushing against your neck before his face fell completely.

Bucky noticed.

And the denial in his eyes shattered.

“No,” he breathed.

Steve took a step forward carefully. “Buck”

“No!”

Bucky pulled you against him harder, one hand cradling the back of your head while the other desperately held your lifeless hand.

“No, no, no, no, please.” His entire body shook violently now. “You can’t do this to me. Please don’t do this to me.”

Nobody knew what to say.

Nat had tears in her eyes.

Steve looked devastated.

Tony just looked numb.

And Bucky…

Bucky looked like the world had ended.

Because to him, it had.

What's worse is that no one knew how to comfort him. They didn’t even know the two of you were together. Steve put a hand on Bucky’s shoulder. 

“S-she wanted to get married in a barn house one day, a-and she wanted Nat to be her maid of honor.” Nat broke behind him, “A-and she was so excited to tell you guys one day.” Bucky looked up. “She was so happy…we were so happy together.”

They didn’t know what to do, so they sat with him over your body, as he spoke about things only he knew about you. “And she loved when no one was home so she and I could watch cheesy movies on the big TV, since I refused to admit to liking them.” Bucky choked on his breath, “I should have admitted I liked them… I-i should have”

No one could look at him, their hearts ached, “And she used to tell you guys she was going to go read, but really she’d come to my room and make me read her favorite books to her.” Bucky put his forehead against yours, “And she wore socks to sleep like a crazy person, but she looked so damn cute in her fuzzy socks.” Tony chuckled behind him. 

Bucky closed his eyes, remembering your smile. Even surrounded by the team, he had never felt more alone. The world around him sounded distant, muffled beneath the ringing in his ears. Without you, everything inside him went cold. Numb. Like the part of him that knew how to live had died with you in this moment.

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Update!!

Hi guys!! Thank you for the love on Wetter than Water! I gained a few new followers so yk i’d be happy to take some requests! I do multiple fandoms as well. Marvel, Criminal minds, 5sos, Supernatural!! Let me know!! Love yall

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Wetter than water

Pairing: Roommate!Bucky x Female!Reader

Summary: Your roommate, Bucky, has always caught your eye, but you were never foolish enough to ruin the dynamic your cozy loft had. When your other two roommates leave for the summer, and you and Bucky are left alone on a hot summer day, maybe it’s time to get a little risky. 

Warnings: College AU. 18+ MDNI, She/Her pronouns for the reader, ‘skimpy’ outfits, porn with a plot, Nicknames, fingering, hairpulling, public/pool sex. A man who works is a man who earns, and Bucky earned. p in v sex (unprotected), nipple play.

WC: 4.0k (ish)

N/A: Hi, this is my first fic, and I barely know how to use Tumblr, so be kind, thanks! Also, let me know if I forgot any warnings

The weather app had become the first thing you checked in the morning since Summer started. Every day it landed somewhere in the 90’s and every day you hopped it would go back to 70 and sunny, but it didn’t. 

You didn’t necessarily mind the heat; it was just getting increasingly difficult to stop yourself from spending all day wearing basically nothing to combat it. 

You put your phone down with a sigh and stood up to get ready for the day. Your apartment had been mostly silent, but you could hear the faint sound of music in the kitchen, meaning Bucky was up and trying not to wake you. 

Bucky Barnes. He had been your new roommate this year, and your feelings were…mixed. He was unbelievably kind, always the first to reach for something on the top shelf or offer to fix something of yours if it broke. The issue was that he was unbelievably sexy. He would walk around without a shirt; it was his apartment, after all, but he was hard not to stare at. He always had girls over as well. He could never seem to keep one for more than a week, though. 

It was your sophomore year of college, and your freshman year roommate, Wanda, had begged you to continue living with her once you moved out of the dorms. Neither of you could afford a two-bedroom, and the rest of your friends had already found a place to live. Wanda's boyfriend, Sam, said he and his freshman year roommate also needed a place to stay, so you all decided to live together. 

You and Bucky had only met once prior, and he was charming as ever. It was at a party, and you were both a little drunk. He had gotten you a drink and spent the night making sure you were safe since many of their friends had come up to flirt with you, but at the end of the night, he left with a different girl. 

You didn’t think much of him, though yes, he was hot and gentlemanly, but that was it, and it surely wasn’t enough to risk making your living situation awkward since you’d likely be living with him the rest of college. Since moving in together, you guys have gotten closer. Wanda and her boyfriend spent most of their time locked away in her room, so occasionally you and Bucky would watch a movie or study together, and it was nice bonding with him. You both had similar interests to talk about, but you wouldn’t consider him your best friend by any means. 

You were both spending the summer at your apartment, you had work, and he had taken up summer classes, but Wanda and Sam had already left about a week ago. It was nice just being the two of you. The mornings were filled with comfortable silence as you guys worked around each other to make breakfast and coffee before leaving for the day. At night, you guys would catch up on your days and occasionally eat dinner while watching a show together. 

You put on a tiny gray tank top, it was too hot for a bra, and you kept on your sleep shorts before brushing your hair and teeth and making your way into the kitchen. 

“Morning, Bucky,” you said softly from behind him. He jumped a little, not hearing your footsteps over the music

“Morning, Doll. I’m sorry, did I wake you? I tried to keep it low,” he said with a worried frown. You shook your head. Goosebumps went down your spine when he called you that, doll. His voice was so soft yet commanding, like he knew saying it made you buckle at the knees. 

“No, I’ve been up. I have off work today, so I laid in bed a little longer,” you shrugged. You made your way over to the side of the counter he was at and stopped yourself next to him. You reached up over your head to grab a mug, and your shirt lifted slightly. You could feel his eyes on your skin. 

You always felt his eyes on you like that. You were attractive, you’ve always known that, and Bucky…well, judging by the number of girls he had over you knew he was a man with needs. You never thought much of it, though; he never made a move, and it was never that serious. 

As you grabbed a mug, he immediately took it from your fingers and poured the coffee from the freshly brewed pot into your mug. He added three sugars and walked to the fridge to grab your hazelnut creamer, which he then poured in the perfect amount you like. You thanked him softly, and he hummed as he handed it back to you. You felt his eyes drift towards your chest; it was obvious you had on no bra, and he cleared his throat. 

“So what are you doing with your day off then?” he turned his back to you as he continued cooking up his breakfast 

“Probably go for a swim, it’s hot as a motherfucker” he chuckled 

“Tell me about it.”

“You’re welcome to join. I’m not sure how much homework you have, but I could use the company. I would have invited Jesse, but he’s busy.” 

He froze for a moment, then spoke up a little louder than he had been previously. “You’re still seeing that guy?” you shrugged 

“Less seeing, more hanging out. He’s nice but…” You stopped yourself short. But he wasn’t as good as you imagined Bucky to be in bed…and you imagined Bucky often, usually with your fingers between your legs. 

Bucky turned to you with an eyebrow raised, “But what?”

“But nothing. He’s nice, and that's it,” you sipped your coffee. “What? Are you jealous?” you said teasingly. 

Bucky scoffed, but turned his head. “You wish,” you both chuckled, then sat in silence. Like always, it was comfortable as you watched him cook.  He finished scrambling the eggs and grabbed the bacon out of the oven, and grabbed two plates. He plated up the food and set the purple plate in front of you, then took a seat next to you with his red plate. 

There was a perfect amount of food on each plate, like he had planned to eat with you. “You know you don’t have to make me breakfast.” This time, he shrugged and took a bite of the bacon. 

“If I don’t, God knows when you’ll eat.”

You roll your eyes, “I don’t strave, I just don’t really like breakfast’

“You like it when I make it.” You did like it when he made it. 

When the two of you finished, Bucky stood up and brought the plates to the sink. You liked that he cooked. You loved that he cleaned. “So are you coming to the pool or what?”

He didn’t answer for a moment, but then he turned his head to you. “Yeah, I just have some homework to finish, but I’ll meet you there.” You smiled at him, but before you could respond, he dropped the plate and got dishwasher on your shirt. “Aw man,” he groaned, a beautiful groan, and immediately pulled his shirt off. 

Well, you definitely didn’t need the pool to get wet

...

About an hour later, you found yourself lying stomach down on a pool chair at your apartment pool. You were wearing a small cheetah-print bikini. The top covered nothing, and the bottoms covered even less, and you thank your lucky stars that only college kids really lived here. You weren’t in the mood to get scolded by someone's mother. 

You were hoping Bucky would be in the kitchen to see you before you left, but he had been hard at work in his room. You had been down at the pool for about 20 minutes when he finally joined. 

You hadn’t heard him; the music in your headphones was too loud, but you felt his presence. You looked up, and he was already looking down at you. “Jesus, Bucky, how long have you been there!” 

He cleared his throat, his ears a little pink, and he looked away. “U-uh, I just got here. I said hi.” You smiled and sat up 

“Sorry,” you pointed to the headphones, which you had now taken out of your ear. Now that your heart rate had calmed down, you finally looked at him. It took everything in you not to bite your lip and moan. He had on black swim trunks that were honestly a little tight, and his abs looked like they were carved from stone. You averted your eyes quickly. “Now that you're down here, can you do me a favor?”

His eyes met yours. If you hadn’t known any better, he was staring at your boobs while you were staring at his. “Yeah, what’s up, Doll?”

“Well, no one else was here to do it. Could you put sunscreen on my back?” he paused, but he nodded, looking a little hesitant. You thanked him and handed him the cream. 

You turned around and moved your hair to the side. A moment later, you felt Bucky’s hands work on your back. The cream was cold, and his hands were so rough you couldn’t help but let out a small moan. You hoped he didn’t hear it, but it was Bucky, and he never missed anything. 

Under his breath, he let out a shaky huff that you didn’t hear, and if you had turned around, you would have been able to see his eyes had gone a little wide. He continued to rub the sunscreen into your back, his tongue jutting out of the corner of his mouth a little as he concentrated on the dips and curves of you.

Unsurprisingly, this simple task took longer than it should have, and neither of you minded. You enjoyed the way his hands felt on your skin; he already knew how well to touch you, and he had only been applying sunscreen. Bucky just enjoyed touching you. His skin against yours, beyond ‘accidental’ touches in the kitchen, where a dream come true for him, not that you knew that. 

“Done,” Bucky said, disappointed, and you turned around to see he was a little red in the face. 

You smiled at him kindly, “Want me to get you? You already seem a little red.” You chuckled, and so did he 

“I u-uh, I did it upstairs,” you nodded, and he smiled. “Are you going to get in the pool?” he asked, his confidence coming back quickly.

“Soon. I want to tan first.” 

He nodded, then tucked a piece of hair behind your ear. “I’m going to take a few laps, so join me whenever.” You smiled and nodded as you lay yourself down, now on your back. 

You watched as Bucky made his way into the pool. God, he was gorgeous. You wondered what he looked like dripping. When his lower half was in the water, he turned to you. If it weren’t for your sunglasses, he would have known you were watching him intently. But with the way your legs were pressed together, looking for friction, he knew. 

His smile turned devilish as he maneuvered his hand to splash you with water. It wasn’t enough, only getting your legs, but you sat up and gasped, “Bucky!!” 

“Sorry, Doll. Did I get you wet?” his grin got bigger, and you rolled your eyes

“Go take your laps, asshole.” he blew you a kiss and submerged the rest of his body under water. 

You watched for a while as he swam around, any excuse to exercise, you guess. For you, it was any excuse to see his back muscles. God, did they look while he swam. You felt yourself grow increasingly turned on as you watched him. 

After a little while, he made his way back over to you. He put his hands on the edge of the pool and pulled himself up. His abs were glistening and dripping, his swim trunks stuck to his thighs well enough that you could see the outline of him, and his hair was perfectly messy. As he sat on the edge, he ran a hand through his hair and turned to you. “Still not ready to join me?”

“You just got out,” he chuckled and lowered his lower half back in 

“What do you mean?” you rolled your eyes. “Hey, could you pass me my sunglasses?

You take your headphones out of your ears and set them aside as you grabbed his sunglasses and made your way over to him. You bent down to hand them to him, but as he went to grab them, he grabbed your hand instead and pulled you in. 

You landed underwater for a split second, but Bucky pulled your upper body back up and into his arms. “Bucky!!” You heard him chuckle as you caught your breath. He pushed your hair off your face and behind your ear. He didn’t let go as he pulled you closer to his chest, one arm around your waist. 

“I wanted you to join me, don’t be mad, Doll.”

“What if I couldn’t swim?” his face dropped with worry

“Can you not swim?”’

You rolled your eyes. “I can, but what if I couldn’t?” You wiggled your way out of his arms, which was hard considering the tight grip he had on you, and he smiled at you softly. 

“Then I would have saved you.”

“My hero,” you said sarcastically. You weren’t upset; you had planned to swim anyway, you were just shocked. He apologized softly and pulled you closer to him. “Do you play pool games?”

“Pool games?”

“Yeah, Wanda and I usually play mermaids,” you smiled as he chuckled softly. 

“No, I don’t play mermaids, Doll.”

You shrugged, “Your loss.” You guys stood there silently for a moment. Then you decided to get revenge. You brought your arm back as far as you could and then maneuvered it to splash him with as much water as possible. You chuckled as he tried to cover his face, but it was too late. 

“Oh, that’s how you want to play, huh?” he smiled, then splashed you back. You giggled as the fight intensified. As you were gearing up to splash him back, he grabbed both your wrists in one hand and used his other to pull you close. “Nuh uh.”

“What are you gonna do about it, Barnes?” you smirked, bringing your head closer,  and suddenly it was over for him. 

“This,” he said softly as he leaned in to kiss you. You were taken aback, and he almost pulled away when you didn’t kiss back, but as he let your wrists go, you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him closer. 

He melted into you quickly, and the kiss grew deeper. You ran your fingers through his hair and tugged lightly at the ends, causing him to moan. He grabbed the backs of your thighs and wrapped your legs around him. You didn’t notice, because of how light you felt in the water, but he has been backing you up slowly until your back hit the wall softly. 

You pulled away for air. “Fuck.” you said softly, but Bucky’s lips didn’t want to leave you for even a second. His lips started to attack your neck, and you moaned, causing him to hum against you. “Bucky, that feels good,” he continued to leave a trail of kisses on your neck as he made his way towards your chest. He lifted one arm, his hand coming to trace your nipple through the very thin fabric of your bikini, and finally, he pulled away for a moment.

“This fucking bathing suit,” he pulled at the string, but quickly returned his finger back to your nipple, and you moaned, “Had me fucking out of breath when I saw you.” he kissed you roughly, then pulled away again. “I mean, you’re wearing basically nothing. You have no idea how fucking hard I got when I got downstairs and saw you. Then you asked me to put sunscreen on you.” he pulled at your nipple, and you moaned out. He switched his fingers to the other nipple. “Fuck Doll, anyone could have seen you wearing this shit, but only I got ot touch you.”

“I wore it for you, Bucky.” his eyes darkened when you said that, and he immediately went to kiss you again. Harder, more rushed, like he needed it to survive. The fingers that had been playing with your nipples made their way down towards your bikini bottoms. “What if someone sees?”

“Everyone is home for the summer,” he assured you, “And if someone did see, all they would see would be me taking care of my. fucking. girl.” You bit your lip when he said that. 

His fucking girl. You were. From the moment you met him, you knew you were doomed. A finger slipped under the fabric, making circles around your clit. “Please, Bucky, I need you.”

“I’ve fucking wanted to do this since the night I met you, but you were too into that fucking Jesse guy-” 

You cut him off. “I’m not anymore,” you reassured him. “I-i’m your fucking girl.”

He grinned wider than he ever had. “He could never fuck you how I could,” Bucky spoke under his breath. Mostly to himself. 

Without warning, he shoved two fingers inside of you roughly, and you cried out so loudly that whoever was home definitely heard. “Bu-bucky fuck”

“I love hearing you say my name.” his fingers worked faster, and his lips made their way back to your neck.

Your head lolled back, and your fingers continued to tug at his hair whenever he hit your spot just right. “Feels so fucking good.”

He pulled back, but his fingers continued, “I’ve thought about fucking you all over the fucking house. On the kitchen counter, the couch, your bed, mine, hell, even Wanda and Sam’s beds. Anytime you'd come out in tiny shorts, or one of my fucking shirts you stole for the laundry.” he closed his eyes, imagining it,  “I’d have to go to my room and fuck my hand and whisper your name so you didn’t hear me.”

You clenched around him. You were close, so fucking close. 

“I think about you, too, Bucky, all the time,” he groans. He pushed his leg on yours so you can feel how fucking hard he is. God, you weren’t ready for him to be inside of you. You knew he was huge, but feeling him made you nervous. 

“See what you do to me. Always have. Always been mine,” he added a third finger, and you choked on air. “I heard you,” you looked at him, confused, “When you had a guy over a few weeks ago.” he bit his lips as you tightened around his fingers. “I hear you fucking moan. I fucked myself to your sounds, but then you said my fucking name and I came fucking everywhere.”

You knew the walls were thin, especially since you two shared a wall. You had heard him many times during sex, and you’ve gotten off to it. This time he’s speaking about…you thought he wasn’t home. “Bu-bucky”

“Yeah, baby, let me hear you say my name when you come. Let me see it this time. Please,” he was begging you, and you loved it. You closed your eyes as you felt the knot in your lower stomach. “Look at me, Doll.”

You forced your eyes open as you came on his fingers. “Bucky! Fuck feels so good, Bucky.” You came harshly, and his name left your lips like a prayer as you did.  When you calmed down, Bucky lifted you up out of the pool. “What are you doing?” You stood up quickly, although your legs were wobbly

He lifted himself out and quickly grabbed your belongings, then with his free arm, he lifted you up over his shoulder. “I’m going to show you how much I fucking wanted this.”

He started walking back to the building. You guys lived on the third floor, and Bucky decided the elevator would have taken too long, so with you and all your belongings in hand, he took you up all three flights of stairs. 

When you got back to the apartment, he didn’t even lock the door behind you; he immediately had you up against a wall and his lips on yours. 

The kiss was nasty, animalistic. One hand roamed your body, and the other went to your hair and pulled softly. You moaned into him, and he jutted his hips against you. “Need to be inside of you,” he said as he pulled away. He lifted you up and set you on the kitchen counter. The cold counter stung against your skin. 

His hands worked quickly to pull the top of your bikini off. “So fucking perfect, Doll. Fucking everything I imagined,” you groaned

“Bucky, I need you. Please”

“I’ve got you, baby.” he ran a hand along your cheek and then pulled your bikini bottoms off. He quickly took his swim trunks off as well, and your eyes immediately went down. Fuck. Your pussy grew wetter, and your heart beat faster. 

He pumped himself a few times, and then slowly pushed into you. “So tight,” he groaned, and he wasn’t even halfway in. “You take me so fucking good, sweet girl,” he pulled back slowly, and this time, without warning, he pushed himself all the way in. You cried out as he started fucking you relentlessly on the counter. “You’re a fucking dream come true, baby.” 

“Faster, Bucky p-please,” he did as he was told and almost fucked you into the counter. You could barely form words; everything felt so good. So right. You were a moaning mess, and all you wanted to do was tell him how pretty he was. 

“I should have fucked you the day we moved in,” he huffed. “It was hot and just the two of us, and you were in a tight shirt, and I almost lost my mind.” His eyes were glued to where the two of you met, watching himself pump in and out of you, stretching you so good. The apartment was filled with the sound of skin slapping and your moans. 

“You should have Bucky. Fuck. I wish you did.” You tightened around him, “Wanted you so bad.”

He looked up at you. “You have me now, babydoll. ‘M all yours,” you gasped for air. “Come for me. Come on my cock.”

That was all you needed to become a mess on him, moaning his name and cuss words with no thought. He fucked you through your orgasm, and his followed quickly as your name fell from his mouth like it would be his last words. 

As you both breathed heavily, he placed his forehead against yours, but he didn’t pull out. “You’re so beautiful.”

You smiled and leaned in, your lips barely touching. “So are you.”

He smiled against your lips. “I meant it. I’ve wanted to do this for a while. Like you’ve been mine since I met you. Maybe this summer we can try…we can try and form something new?”

“A summer fling?” 

He shook his head, “Maybe something more?”

“Something more,” you said softly, but you smiled against him, and that was all he needed to lean in and kiss you softly.

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FIRST POST

Hi world! I'm Joey, and this is my first post! I used to have a semi-popular Wattpad account, but I haven't published a full story in like three years. I miss writing, and I don't have much time to write full stories, but my head is full of, one-shot moments so here I am. Anyway...lmk if you want anything specific!