From anonymous: Hi love 🩷✨I was just wondering if you can write dating regulus black headcanons? Like the Sirius one (that I’m absolutely obsessed with btw).
A/N: Dear anon, I hope you will like this one. I'm sorry about the time it took, I just simply forgot to check my inbox 🫠. Gif above is not mine. Also, I'm trying more and more to write things in gender neutral. Feel free to comment if I missed something. 💛
- He has that poetic elegance that follows him like a shadow. He is beautiful, like a Dead Poets Society character, or like Dorian Gray.
- Shy boy at first. Let's not lie, Sirius takes so much space that our Regulus has to be the quiet, introverted one.
- You probably would have to make the first step.
- Lonely boy. Not because he doesn't like people, but because like every child who had abusive parents, he's just so anxious, scared of taking too much space. And just like his brother, he keeps his emotions to himself, and stays alone when he has a problem.
- Stolen glances and smiles across the classroom at first.
- He falls for you not because you are so beautiful, but because you are smart and insightful.
- He takes you on dates under the stars, to the library, sharing about his favourite poems or novels.
- When he doesn't dare to share about his feelings, he talks to you in French.
- "Tu sais que tu es jolie comme un cœur?"
- At some point, when he refuses to give you the translation, you ask Sirius, who is tempted to translate bullshit to you just to mess with his little brother. He doesn't, though. Because he knows how smitten he is with you.
- A.proper.gentleman
- Offers you his arm, kisses your hand, gives you his jacket if you are cold, opens doors
- Writes you beautiful letters with perfume on it
- Is the perfect dance partner
- You admire the way he speaks and writes so elegantly
- He plays the violin and piano, by education obligation. But when he notices how much you love it, he slowly grows to like it himself.
- He introduces you to his favourite cousin, Andromeda
- Shy kisses, passionate kisses, soft kisses
- So many kisses
- When Sirius leaves the family house/gets kicked out, things become heated.
- He keeps repeating how much he hates him for abandoning him. Deep down, you know that he still loves his brother
- Depressive episodes of feeling like he's not enough
- Tears and comforting hugs in the dormitories
- He tries desperately to fix things between his parents (understand by that Walburga), rather than step out for his beliefs
- A lot of pressure
- You give him shoulder massages and run your fingers through his black curls
- When he is given the Black family ring, after some time, he gives it to you because of the protection spells on it. He just wants to keep you safe.
- His patronus is originally Padfoot. After a while, it shifts into the same as yours, because no one makes him more happy than you
- He avoids the matter of the mark. But in the summer of his 16th birthday, when he suddenly stops answering your letters, you have a bad feeling
- That reveals to be true when you go back to Hogwarts
- You encourage him, again and again, to talk to his brother
- In the end, i like to believe that he proposed, and fought for his beliefs because he wanted to build a safe world for you and his future family
Summary: The night before the Battle of Bastards, promises are exchanged between Jon and you. Inspired by an Outlander quote from Jamie Fraser. If you recognize it, you earn a cookie.
A/N: A small fluffy Jon Snow drabble, because I can't sleep. Very tooth-rotting romantic. You are warned.
"Where were you? I looked for you, over there."
You would have recognised that voice anywhere. Raspy, soft, deep. And low.
The cold was biting your cheeks, causing them to turn more pink than usual. As the last men were exiting Jon's tent, where the last war council was held, you realised that you had been standing there for way too long, staring into the nothingness, ghosts dancing across your eyes.
You slowly turned around to face Jon. His black curls were held backwards, making him look more and more like his father; not only in looks, but also in attitude. He looked tired, and worried. But a cold determination was glowing in his gaze.
His arms slowly came to surround you, pulling you towards him and his comforting figure. And suddenly, it seemed that the ghosts you were facing silently faded away.
"You're worried," Jon noticed.
A small sigh escaped your lips, and your hands came to rest on his shoulders, playing with edges of his armour.
"I only just got you back," you whispered, avoiding his eyes. "And... I mean, if anything were to happen--"
"(Y/N)", Jon cut you off.
A callous hand lifted your chin, forcing you to look at him.
"You don't need to worry yourself sick about me. I've been through way, way worse."
The hint of a smile danced across his features.
"I will always come back. You should know that by now. Plus, there is only one thing you need to worry about."
One of his hands softly caressed your baby bump, almost invisible to the naked eye. You had told Jon a few days ago; and now, more than ever, it was like his actions to take back Winterfell from Ramsay had some kind of undergoing urgency.
He held you closer to him, and your head came to rest on his chest. You remained there for a few seconds, content in his embrace, breathing slowly.
"Promise me," you finally whispered. "Promise me that you will come back to me."
There was a moment of silence. But then, Jon pulled you away from him. His face looked serious and soft at the same time as he looked at you; like you were the moon of his life. The one and only thing that made sense.
"I can do better than that, love."
His harsh northern accent contrasted with the softness of his voice.
You frowned, and watched in disbelief as Jon suddenly got on one knee.
"Jon," you began, but he cut you off again.
"No, (Y/N). Let me do this, once and for all."
He grabbed your hand and squeezed it. Suddenly, Jon, your childhood love, the one you had lost and found again, looked desperate.
"I don't have anything to offer you, (Y/N). I have no lands, no titles. But I know this. When I'm with you, I am no longer this commander everyone expects me to be. I am just a boy in love, all over again."
Jon stood up again, and grabbed both of your hands.
"You are the blood of my blood, bone of my bone. I gave you my body and you gave me yours, so that we could become one. So, please. If I win this, be mine. Marry me."
Your heart grew bigger in your chest, as if it was about to burst. Burst for this sweet and devoted man in front of you.
Your vision blurried, and you nearly threw yourself in his arms.
"Oh, Jon..."
You closed your eyes and held him tight.
"You are worth all of these things, and more even. I love you. Yes, I will marry you."
Ramsay Bolton would not live to see another night on this earth.
Somewhere in the dead of night, Jon made an oath to himself.
Summary: The night before the Battle of Bastards, promises are exchanged between Jon and you. Inspired by an Outlander quote from Jamie Fraser. If you recognize it, you earn a cookie.
A/N: A small fluffy Jon Snow drabble, because I can't sleep. Very tooth-rotting romantic. You are warned.
"Where were you? I looked for you, over there."
You would have recognised that voice anywhere. Raspy, soft, deep. And low.
The cold was biting your cheeks, causing them to turn more pink than usual. As the last men were exiting Jon's tent, where the last war council was held, you realised that you had been standing there for way too long, staring into the nothingness, ghosts dancing across your eyes.
You slowly turned around to face Jon. His black curls were held backwards, making him look more and more like his father; not only in looks, but also in attitude. He looked tired, and worried. But a cold determination was glowing in his gaze.
His arms slowly came to surround you, pulling you towards him and his comforting figure. And suddenly, it seemed that the ghosts you were facing silently faded away.
"You're worried," Jon noticed.
A small sigh escaped your lips, and your hands came to rest on his shoulders, playing with edges of his armour.
"I only just got you back," you whispered, avoiding his eyes. "And... I mean, if anything were to happen--"
"(Y/N)", Jon cut you off.
A callous hand lifted your chin, forcing you to look at him.
"You don't need to worry yourself sick about me. I've been through way, way worse."
The hint of a smile danced across his features.
"I will always come back. You should know that by now. Plus, there is only one thing you need to worry about."
One of his hands softly caressed your baby bump, almost invisible to the naked eye. You had told Jon a few days ago; and now, more than ever, it was like his actions to take back Winterfell from Ramsay had some kind of undergoing urgency.
He held you closer to him, and your head came to rest on his chest. You remained there for a few seconds, content in his embrace, breathing slowly.
"Promise me," you finally whispered. "Promise me that you will come back to me."
There was a moment of silence. But then, Jon pulled you away from him. His face looked serious and soft at the same time as he looked at you; like you were the moon of his life. The one and only thing that made sense.
"I can do better than that, love."
His harsh northern accent contrasted with the softness of his voice.
You frowned, and watched in disbelief as Jon suddenly got on one knee.
"Jon," you began, but he cut you off again.
"No, (Y/N). Let me do this, once and for all."
He grabbed your hand and squeezed it. Suddenly, Jon, your childhood love, the one you had lost and found again, looked desperate.
"I don't have anything to offer you, (Y/N). I have no lands, no titles. But I know this. When I'm with you, I am no longer this commander everyone expects me to be. I am just a boy in love, all over again."
Jon stood up again, and grabbed both of your hands.
"You are the blood of my blood, bone of my bone. I gave you my body and you gave me yours, so that we could become one. So, please. If I win this, be mine. Marry me."
Your heart grew bigger in your chest, as if it was about to burst. Burst for this sweet and devoted man in front of you.
Your vision blurried, and you nearly threw yourself in his arms.
"Oh, Jon..."
You closed your eyes and held him tight.
"You are worth all of these things, and more even. I love you. Yes, I will marry you."
Ramsay Bolton would not live to see another night on this earth.
Somewhere in the dead of night, Jon made an oath to himself.
A/N: The part 2 to this one. I have no excuses for taking so long to write it, except that my inspiration is as changing as Tonks haircut. Enjoy 🖤
- Let's be honest here, it would be a rollercoaster. Sirius was never taught how to love, not until he met the Marauders or the Potters at least
- And you cannot really call dating as many girls as possible before dumping them because they get too attached love
- However, with you, he would be surprisingly committed. When he loves, this boy loves with his entire soul
- Lots of PDA, or what James would call "disgusting couple things"
- (mainly because Lily keeps refusing him)
- Sirius would proudly wrap his arm around your waist or your shoulders everywhere. You would secretly hold hands in class, or he would wink at you and blow kisses across the room
- He would pay attention even less, much to the annoyance of McGonagall
- Instead, he would send you flying love notes or stare lovingly into your eyes
- "Black, you will not find the answer to my question in Miss (Y/L/N) eyes."
- Sirius would be the best at finding amazing dates. He is definitely a late night date type of person
- Stargazing at the astronomy tower with cigarettes, stealing pastries from the kitchens, taking you for a motorcycle ride, showing you the most secret pathways in Hogwarts, or making him discover Muggle music like the Beatles or the Stones and he loves it
- Endless night talks about life in front of the fireplace
- Sneaking into his bed so many times than the other Marauders become used to it
- This boy craves for your attention. If he loses it, he will act like a lost puppy
- Trying to get him to study more with you but failing
- Sirius ending up distracting you from studying at the library by telling you dirty jokes, causing you to eventually burst out laughing. And get kicked out
- Life would be an adventure with him, and dating him is such a freeing experience, the boy would love you intensely
- However, Sirius' insecurities would come back real quick
- He would be so scared to lose you and would get jealous very quickly
- A lot of self sabotaging and "I'm not worthy of you" from his part
- Sirius doesn't open up easily, he hides his vulnerability and wounds behind a strong ego and easygoing, smug attitude. But if you are patient and soft enough with him, he will eventually
- Hair and scalp massages to calm him down and soothe him
- Secretly wiping tears and comforting embraces
- Depressive episodes when Regulus becomes a death eater
- Regular outbursts of anger because of his mother
- Being the first one to know when he runs away at the Potters
- You are a bit worried at first, but Sirius takes it surprisingly well. He says that he doesn't need them, he has you and his friends
- Always being this mix between a gentleman and a cocky, dirty talker type of person
- Whispering the dirtiest things possible in your ear everywhere, this boy has no filter
- Him trying to convince you to get your first tattoo
- Accompanying him when he gets another one
- Lots of "please get a room"
- A lot of sex (but I'll give more details on a potential part 3 maybe?)
- Eventually getting caught in an empty classroom and McGonagall awkwardly giving you the talk in her office
- Very awkward moment, and Sirius cannot stop showing the smugiest face
- Being the Hogwarts couple goal
- Sirius meeting your parents at the end of 6th year, and to say that he would be nervous is an understatement
- But his natural charisma and """"good education"""" would do the work for him and your parents would love him, also because they would see these special sparkles in both of your eyes when you look at each other
- Doing everything in your power to make Jilly happen
- Being very happy when it does
- Moving in together when class is over 🖤
(I know this isn't supposed to be a happy ending but one is allowed to dream)
(I need some soft in my life so, please, enjoy this. 💗)
- Let's all agree about the fact that you would be the most protected kid in the world, and I mean this.
- Steve would be the reasonable dad, always making sure that you don't spend too much time behind screens, that you eat healthy and don't go to bed too late. He would 100% keep a daily schedule. He would be an absolute teddy bear, and would engulf you in big, warm hugs. Puppy eyes work really great on him.
- He would cook for his little family, and would happily let you join and show you how to make pancakes.
- Bucky would be the most worried one. He knows all too well what it is when everything is taken away from him, and would be terrified at the idea of something happening to his precious little one.
- Your safety would be his n°1 priority. Knives? Forget it. Letting go of his hand in public spaces? Not gonna happen. Hurting yourself, even just a scratch, and not telling him? Bucky is not happy.
- He would come regularly to check you in your sleep and hear your breathing, just to make sure that you are alright. Steve would let him do it, knowing that he needs it.
- Puppy eyes? Oh. Bucky can't deal with that. He even wonders how he says no at all.
- He would be less severe than Steve when it comes to schedules. So, from time to time, he would allow more screen times, or sweets before dinner, much to the exasperation of Steve, who would claim that "he is the only reasonable one of this family".
- Let's be honest, they wouldn't punish you often. The only exception would be if you put yourself in danger.
- As they both come from the 30s, they would value respect and politeness in your education.
- "Can I have more juice?"
"What? I think I didn't hear that correctly, lovebug."
"Can I have more juice, please?" (y/n) grumbled.
- Natasha would absolutely adore you, and would teach you tricks, much to the annoyance of your dads.
- As a baby, you would be fascinated by Bucky's metal arm. He would regularly get out of the house with tons of magnets on it and be totally okay with that.
- Bucky's not that great with words, but his hugs would be the best ones. No place would feel safer than in his arms.
Bucky wanting to do everything for you would include
From anonymous: Headcanons about Bucky wanting to do everything for the reader, even bathing them? Pretty please?
A/N: I’m coming back from the dead (thank insomnia) with this little something. I feel like it’s super short, but this has been in my drafts for a while so here you go <3
- Since as long as he could remember, Bucky has always wanted to take care of his loved ones. It is literally written in his bones
- It all started very early with his baby sister Rebecca, but also and especially with Steve in the 40s, whether it was providing him a place to live, saving his ass on multiple times or taking care of him when he was ill
- And since no brainwashing could ever take that away from him, with his girl, Bucky would literaly be the sweetest human being on earth
- For a start, as he would still be stuck in the 40s for certain things, Bucky would obviously be the type of man to pay for everything when he brings you on dates, or to open doors for you and to be chivalrous, even if you keep telling him that “baby, you don’t have to do this all the time you know, we are not in the 40s anymore”
- But he doesn’t care and does it anyway, because he knows that deep down, you find it cute
- I feel like Bucky would love to do something as domestic and normal as cooking, after the chaos that had been his life for the last 70 years. It would give him a sense of normality
- So, he would obviously learn how to cook for you by reading books or, as you would introduce him to YouTube, learning with tutorials and it would be so.damn.sweet (and tasty)
- Need to change a light bulb? Move a piece of furniture? Carry something heavy? Forget it, he would do it for you straight away
- “That’s why I’m here, doll! Let me do this for you.”
- He would carry all the shopping bags like a boss
- Since Bucky has a pretty good knowledge of human anatomy *wink wonk* (I mean, he didn’t become the best assassin for nothing), he would instantly know what to do to relieve you if you are in pain and would give you sweet massages
- He would even run baths for you. With him in it, obviously...
just wanted to ask if you watched game of thrones and if you did would you like to write some fics for jon snow? I WOULD LOOOVE to see it! thanks. 💫
Hey you! <3
Sorry it took me so long to reply.
I’ve watched GoT and I’ve already written for Jon Snow, but I have to admit that I am sooo (sooooooooooooo) disappointed to what they have done to his character. So I don’t really know if I am going to write again about him :/ I’m so sorry. Maybe I’ll try to do preferences and headcanons in the future, who knows?
Summary: It all starts with a dress for New Year, and the turn of events becomes... unexpected.
Pairing: Bucky x reader
Warnings: OK GUYS, I wrote this a few months ago. It’s quite long (sorry not sorry), and... I was in a mood. This is very smutty so, +18 please (and never forget, don’t be silly wrap your willy).
FROM THE MOMENT Natasha had taken you - forced you to enter would be a more appropriate term - to a clothing shop, you knew that it was going to be a bad idea. The redhead only swore by what was tight, low-cut and way above the knee.
New Year's Eve was only a few days away, and Tony Stark had promised that he would throw the party of the century in his personal apartments. If you weren't in any doubt as to the billionaire's ability to organise "the party of the century" (you could have sworn it was at least the tenth time you'd heard him use that term in a year), Natasha had been desperate to hear that you didn't give a damn about how you were going to dress for the occasion. "I'll improvise something when the time comes," you had said, shrugging your shoulders in a disinterested reply. Then, she grabbed you by the arm before you could even protest, and brought you into the nearest store, telling you in the most serious tone, "No friend of mine will improvise his New Year's Eve outfit."
You were, at that very moment, looking at yourself nervously in the mirror next to the fitting rooms.
The dress was pretty, you couldn't deny it. Pretty, and terribly sexy.
The satin garnet material seemed to fuse with your body like a second skin. And it was no exaggeration at all to say that it showed every curve of your body.
The dress had very thin straps and not only did it stop in the middle of your thighs and was slightly slit on one side of your leg, but it also had a very beautiful cleavage.
You felt as exposed as if you were naked.
“Nat, I can’t wear that,” you sighed dramatically as you turned to her.
The Russian spy was by your side in a matter of seconds, glancing at you in the mirror, irritated.
“Why? That dress was made for you, (Y/N)!”
"Why?" you repeated, shaking your head, desperately trying to pull at the edges of the dress, "First, because it's too short, and then... Because it's way too short!"
Natasha rolled her eyes, and said as she pulled out her phone from her pocket, “I think it’s perfect, but I know how stubborn you are, so, I have another idea. Turn around.”
You did as you were told without really thinking about it, but before you knew what was happening, the redhead had raised her phone... to take a picture of you.
“What the hell are you doing?” You asked her, annoyed.
Natasha tapped something on her phone, and then looked at you, smiling mischievously, “I'm asking the opinion of someone who's going to be very interested in the matter, believe me.”
Suddenly, your own phone, which was still in the fitting room, started ringing. You grabbed it and widened your eyes when you saw the name on the screen.
Bucky.
“You sent him the picture?” You gasped as you stared at her, panicked. Natasha shrugged her shoulders, that annoying smirk still spread on her lips, “Oops. My finger has probably slipped.”
Natasha had been playing Cupid with you and Bucky for weeks now. Since the former Winter Soldier had returned from Wakanda, cured by Shuri, and was now on regular missions with the rest of the Avengers, you had gradually become friends with him. It didn't take long for Black Widow to guess that you had a huge crush on him. You often wondered if there was still something in the Avengers' compound that Natasha didn't know about.
Probably not.
Not without casting a furious glance at her, you pressed the green button on the screen to answer the call, putting the phone to your ear.
Your heart immediately raced when you heard Bucky's deep, warm, slightly hoarse voice.
“Take it.”
There was not an inch of hesitation in his voice.
You cleared your throat, particularly embarrassed and feeling your cheeks getting hot, while Natasha seemed to really enjoy the whole situation she had put you into.
You really, really wanted to hit her right now.
As silence settled in, Bucky suddenly asked you in a worried tone, “Doll, are you there?”
“Y-yeah,” you answered him, stammering, “I... actually, I don't think that... I mean, it's not-”
“(Y/N)”, Bucky suddenly cut you off, “You already are a gorgeous woman, but with that dress... trust me, it's a whole other kind of beauty.”
Natasha, who, of course, had heard Bucky talking, raised her eyebrows suggestively and mimed a more than explicit gesture with her hands.
You shot a threatening glance at her while responding to Bucky, trying to keep your voice as steady as possible after the compliment he had just given you, “Thank you, Bucky... can I talk to you later?”
“You’re welcome, doll. See you later, then.”
You hung up, sighing at your own reflection in the mirror.
“I guess I have to take the damn dress now.”
Natasha patted you gently on the back.
“Trust me, (Y/N), you'll thank me later.”
***
The night of the 31st arrived much faster than you thought it would.
You had put on your red dress with matching heels, as well as makeup and you had your hair done.
Looking at yourself in the mirror, you couldn't help but think that the result wasn't bad at all.
You still felt a little nervous about showing up like this, but you decided to leave your worries at the corner of your head, just for one night.
It was New Year's Eve after all. You had every right to relax a little.
You breathed in and out, whispering to yourself, “Come on, (Y/N), you can do this” to give you courage, before finally getting out of your room.
You were supposed to join the others directly in Tony's appartment and didn't expect to run into Sam in the hallway, who was going in the same direction as you.
As soon as he noticed you, he raised his eyebrows and made a small, admiring whistling.
“Who are you and what have you done to (Y/N)?”
You rolled your eyes, but gave him a little smile nonetheless.
“You’re not bad yourself, Wilson.”
Sam smiled widely at your compliment, before saying with an amused look, “I know someone who's going to be crazy tonight.”
“Why is everybody acting like we're together?” is what you thought, but then Sam added, guessing exactly what was going through your mind, “Oh, come on. You know exactly what I mean.”
And on those words, he rushed into Tony's private quarters, which had been completely redecorated for the occasion. You couldn't help but think that the billionaire wasn’t joking when it came to parties as you followed Sam.
The appartments were already full of people, and a joyful hubbub surrounded the place, accompanied by faint background music. Most of the guests already had a drink in hand, and you elbowed your way to join all the others, who were already waiting at the bar.
You ran directly into Natasha, who watched you from head to toe with a big smile on her face. She was wearing a black strapless dress that was also slit at the thigh, the dark colour making her red hair stand out particularly well.
“So, wasn't I right to force you a little?”
“All right,” you admitted, smiling at her half exasperated, half amused, “You were right, Nat.”
“I'm always right, darling,” she winked at you.
She hugged you briefly and returned to the bar.
Then, your gaze fell upon two ocean eyes that had been watching you all along.
With hands in his pockets, Bucky came up to you, devouring you with his eyes. You took the opportunity to look at him yourself.
In contrast to the dark clothes he was constantly wearing, the former soldier was dressed in a white T-shirt that made his muscles stand out particularly well, in a leather jacket and in black pants that were a little tighter than the ones he usually wore. Your gaze drifted for a few seconds over the muscles of his abs that you could see outlined through his shirt, before looking at his face, his bearded cheeks, his long, chestnut hair, and finally, his eyes. They shone with a wild, fiery glow and they were literaly burning you alive at that very moment.
His eyes alone created a warm sensation in your lower abdomen. If you were sure of one thing, it was that Bucky's fiery gaze alone would have been enough to consume you right there.
“You do realize that I won’t be able to let you out of my sight tonight, right?”
His voice, warm and sensual, had dropped a few octaves, giving you an immediate shiver.
With a smirk on your face, you whispered, “Who says I wish to be out of your sight?”
You were used to this little game with Bucky. It started a few weeks ago with innocent flirtation that amused you both. But now, you knew that Bucky's words were anything but innocent.
“Be careful with what you wish for, doll,” he said, leaning toward you. You could feel his warm breath caressing your ear, a knot forming in the pit of your stomach as he suddenly murmured in a breath, “You never know where it might end.”
Suddenly, a strident voice broke your little trance.
“Hello,” suddenly yelled Tony Stark behind you, a glass in hand and slightly exasperated, “Terminator, Sarah Connor, we'd like to make a toast here. Would you please honor us with your presence?”
Bucky's last sentence was still resonating in your head, and he winked at you, then smirked, having definitely noticed the effect he had on you, before walking back to the bar.
If mere words had such an effect on you, you felt that this night was going to be really, really long.
***
A few hours - and drinks later, the tension between you and Bucky still hadn't dissipated.
His eyes never really let go of you. The position of his body always seemed to be oriented towards you, even when you were far away in the room, and as the drinks flowed, feeling bolder than usual because of the alcohol, you started to provoke him a little. Just to see his reaction.
At first, you'd just bend over a little more towards your male interlocutors. You'd casually touch their arms, stand unreasonably close to them, and sometimes even accept drinks they offered you. Bucky didn't appreciate it at all, to say the least.
His jaw was clenched, his pupils were dilated, and he seemed unusually tense. Then, you could have sworn that he almost broke the glass in his hand when the man you were talking to leaned over to whisper something in your ear.
That is when you decided to make up an excuse to slip away from the man, feeling slightly dizzy from the last drink you'd had and the loud music resonating in your head. You were still able to think straight, but this was the moment when you knew you needed to take a break.
As you looked over Tony's soft, comfortable sofas, which were all occupied at the moment, you heard a familiar deep voice say, “Oh, too bad. It seems that there's no place left except on my lap.”
Your eyes immediately fell upon Bucky, sitting comfortably in front of you, making you frown with confusion. You could have sworn he wasn't there a few minutes ago.
Maybe you had been drinking a little more than you thought.
Taking advantage of your moment of confusion, the former soldier grabbed you by the waist and legs, ignoring your exclamations of surprise, and a few seconds later, you were on his lap, legs on one side. The sudden proximity to his body immediately set your cheeks on fire, and the fact that his metal hand was resting on one of your thighs didn’t help at all. You were suddenly relieved that there were few lights in the room. But you were almost certain that he could hear how your heart was pounding in your chest.
You felt his lips brushing your ear, followed by a whisper, and his right hand grabbed your hip harder.
“Well, I can see you're having a pretty good time, doll.”
You were so close to him you could smell his perfume, a combination of musk, leather, honey and many other scents that made your head spin a little.
Bucky suddenly tightened his grasp on your hip, and you were sure that there was going to be a mark on your skin.
You turned your head to meet his gaze, whose pupils were only two thin blue rings drowned out by dark pupils.
You didn't know if it was because of his proximity, or the way he looked at you, but you all of a sudden, you were tired of provoking him. All that mattered was him, and only him.
You gave up almost too easily.
“I’m tired of playing, Bucky.”
That was all he needed to hear from you.
He put the hand that was grabbing your hip in your hair, and crushed his mouth against yours in a searing, passionate kiss. You wrapped your arms around his neck, and his metal hand pressed you thigh harder, causing you to moan slightly.
His tongue forced its way into your mouth and you almost instantly lost the last bit of reason that remained inside of you. How could his kisses be so addictive? How could his whole being be so addictive?
You suddenly felt that Bucky had a growing problem in his pants, and you reluctantly broke the kiss, pointing out, amused, “Oh, it looks like you like me a lot. Maybe even too much.”
“You have no idea, doll,” he groaned, his eyes burning with desire. “Follow me and I'll show you how much.”
***
You weren't really sure how Tony would react, knowing what you and Bucky were about to do in his own bathroom. But, to be perfectly honest, you didn't give a damn.
Nothing else mattered anymore, except the way Bucky was literaly devouring your neck with kisses and hickeys after he had pinned you against the bathroom door he had just locked. You could feel his hard cock rubbing against your lower abdomen through his pants as he started to growl against your skin.
His thick beard tickled you and left red marks all along your neck, and the sounds Bucky could get from your mouth were music to his ears.
You wanted to run your fingers into his long, chestnut locks, but Bucky immediately grabbed your wrists and pressed them against the door, on either side of your body. He didn't speak, but at last he got off your neck and looked you straight in the eyes with a menacing look on his face. His gaze spoke more than a thousand words. “No, I'm the one playing with you now,” he seemed to say.
Somewhere in the depths of his desire for you, a glimmer of reason suddenly appeared in Bucky's mind, and he said in one breath, “Stop me anytime if you don't want to go any further,” before going back to your mouth, devoring your lips without mercy.
It’s not like you could physically stop him anyway.
His hands finally let go of your wrists, and he lowered the straps of your dress down to your shoulders. Then, Bucky bent down towards you to run his tongue all along your collarbones, and suddenly you were breathless as you felt his warm breath against your skin. He lowered the top of your dress a little more, releasing your breasts, and were about to remove the garment completely, but Bucky stopped you in your gesture once again with a grunt.
“I want you to keep it,” he said, and without any further restraint, he pressed his mouth to one of your breasts, leaving long wet kisses on your nipple, biting it a little bit. He gave each one the same treatment while holding you firmly by the hips against the door. You were squirming under his mouth, moaning every time you felt his teeth or his tongue, and you felt that the inner fire burning in your lower belly would soon drive you crazy.
When Bucky finally came off your breasts, you thought he was finally going to give you both the release you desperately needed.
Instead, the former soldier grabbed you by the waist and turned you over in a quick motion, placing your wrists above your head against the door with his metal hand. With the other, he pulled your dress up along your hips, letting a few kisses in the hollow of your neck that sent shivers down your spine. He pressed his fingers against your wet pussy through the fabric of your thin underwear, causing you to jump slightly, and you let out a fustrated groan that you couldn’t hold back any longer.
Bucky smirked, pressing his fingers harder while whispering to your ear, “Look at you now, doll... So wet for me. You’re not playing with me anymore now, are you?”
Then, he dropped your wrists and, suddently, he ripped your panties.
You glanced at him over your shoulder, half astonished, half annoyed, realizing that from now on you would have to spend the rest of the night without underwear.
But Bucky didn't seem to care and smiled, satisfied, before stuffing your torn panties into his leather jacket pocket, “I'm definitely keeping these.”
His words made you giggle as he looked at you with a mischievous smile, like a child who had just stolen his favorite candy. How could the same man go from hot as hell to adorable in a matter of seconds?
But as your face was turned towards him, Bucky took the opportunity capture your lips again. His metal hand, which you immediately covered with yours, settled firmly on your hip. Then, he raised your leg slightly with his right hand, just enough to allow him to put his hand between your legs.
He held your mouth hostage and went straight to pick up the moaning that escaped from the tip of your tongue as he slipped one finger inside you while his thumb played with your clit.
Bucky finally broke the kiss and growled against your ear, “God, you’re so tight, doll. I can’t wait to be inside you.”
His dirty words were music to your ears as he started to move his finger faster, and all you could manage to say was his name, that escaped from your parted lips like a chant, over and over again. You felt the urgent need to grab something, and your fingers went to find his hair. You pulled his long locks, making him growl slightly. This time he didn't stop you.
Bucky felt that his pants were getting way too tight for his own good. So, he let go of your hip and walked away from you, earning a frustrated exclamation from you, and walked to the bathroom sink, unbuttoning his pants with a smirk on his face.
“C’mere, pretty girl,” he whispered, taking you by the hand, “turn around for me.”
With your back against Bucky’s chest, you were now greeted by your own reflection in the mirror. You watched him as he was looking for something in the back pocket of his pants, and you realized that it was a condom.
He quickly got rid of his boxers, releasing his thick cock, and then, he grabbed you by the hips.
“Bend over a little, doll,” he told you as you felt him spread your legs slightly with his. As you were doing as you were told, you saw Bucky's fiery gaze in the mirror, ogling you shamelessly.
“Look at you, (Y/N).” Without any warning, he gave a little slap on your ass, earning a surprised moan from you, and his metal hand grabbed one of your breasts as he murmured, “I don’t think that I’ll ever forget that sight.”
“God, Bucky,” you complained, standing up slightly, “Are you going to wait all night, or what?”
He glanced at you innocently, his metal hand finally returning to its original position on your hip, "We’re getting a little impatient now, are we, doll?”
You opened your mouth, ready to give him an answer, but your voice got stuck in your throat as you felt him slowly, excessively slowly push his throbbing cock inside of your wet folds, allowing the both of you to feel every sensation.
You saw him bite his lower lip while he moved, grabbing your hips harder, and at this moment, you couldn’t think about anything else but how he filled you up perfectly. It was something between pain and pleasure, and you didn’t want it to be otherwise.
When he was buried to the hilt, Bucky let out a shaky breath, giving you some time to adjust to his size. And then, he started to move.
Slowly at first, letting himself enjoy the moans that came out of your mouth one after the other. But after a while, his thrusts became faster and more brutal. Even if he wouldn’t admit it, Bucky was kind of impatient himself.
His hands wandered everywhere on your body; on your hips, in your hair, but his metal hand finally settled on the back of your neck as he pounded into you without mercy, making you scream louder with each thrust.
Every time he moved, you grabbed the sink a little more. With this position that allowed you to feel him deep, deep inside of you, his cock reaching the sweet spot that you desperately need, you quickly saw stars and feel that your final release was not very far. You knew that this was also the case for Bucky, whose movements became a little more erratic and his grunts louder.
You suddenly felt his metal hand squeezing your neck, and Bucky looked at you in the mirror, silently asking for your consent. You wrapped your fingers around his metal ones, silently allowing him. He tightened his grip around your neck, and that was all you needed to let the orgasm explode inside of you, closely followed by Bucky.
It took both of you a few minutes to catch your breath. Then, the former soldier pulled you against his chest and wraped his arms around you.
He let butterfly kisses on your cheeks and on your temple, making you smile tenderly at him.
“It’s probably the best New Year party I’ve ever had in my entire life,” Bucky smirked, and then, he added, “But I’m not happy with this. How about going to my room so I can fuck you properly on a real bed?”
“God, Bucky, you really know how to talk to a lady,” you joked, turning around to face him and letting him kiss you once again.
Summary: A bookstore in Bucharest, a stranger that you’ve never seen before, and your daily life slowly starts to change.
Pairing: Bucky x reader
Word count: 2,255
A/N: Aaaand here we go! Like I’ve said before, I put a lot into this series so, don’t hesitate to tell me how you feel about that first part. <3
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FOR AS LONG AS YOU COULD REMEMBER, you had always loved books.
They gave you a unique feeling, a familiar sense of being at home every time you opened one.
You loved letting your fingers linger on the white pages that, sometimes, started to slightly turn yellow with time, just as you loved drowning yourself into the thousands and thousands of words they contained.
Whether they were the ones that made you travel, the ones that took you far, far away to imaginary worlds you never thought you’d discover, the ones that outraged you, the ones that made you question yourself, the ones you kept reading over and over again and that you never got tired of, the ones that made you shiver, the ones that made something resonate inside of you, you had an unconditional love of books.
This could be easily noticed in the way your eyes lit up every time you talked about your last reading, or how you seemed to be totally disconnected from the world around you when you were deeply absorbed in a book.
You had fulfilled your dream a few years ago when, after finishing your studies, you had decided to open your own bookstore in Bucharest. The first steps were complicated, and some of your relatives had disapproved what seemed to be a foolish project, arguing that at your young age, opening a business was a bit unconscious. But you were passionate, and you never got discouraged.
It was true that you had been in trouble at first. You had to attract readers and connoisseurs while paying the bills, and you had to manage to find a fragile balance to be able to make a living from it.
You had hardly paid yourself a salary for a year, but now, a few years later, things had changed a lot.
And you had absolutely no regrets.
Leaning against the counter, you took some time to admire the place all around you, deeply lost in your thoughts and playing distractedly with a lock of your (H/C) hair.
The bookstore wasn’t big, but it wasn’t small either. Warm subdued lights placed all over the walls, covered with all kinds of posters, helped giving the place a welcoming atmosphere. The comforting vibes were particularly accentuated by the large, dark wooden bookshelves forming aisles in all the shop. Ladders could be seen here and there, and were used to access the books situated on higher shelves. The sensation of being overwhelmed with books was complete. But it was totally deliberate, and helped to give the place a feeling of calm and warmth.
The second part of the bookstore, separated by a counter, was composed of cosy armchairs and small tables, where customers could order a hot drink while reading. You came up with this idea almost immediately after opening the shop, noticing that clients often entered only because they were cold and looking for a place to warm up, as the winters in Romania were quite harsh.
The sun was fading more and more in the sky, bringing an end to a very ordinary day. There were only a few customers left; you could spot a couple finishing their coffee, a young man, who was probably a student, rummaging in the shelves, as well as a young woman, slumped in an armchair, who looked totally absorbed by what she was reading.
After a little while, the couple finally stood up and came to pay you, quickly followed by the student who had finally found the books he was looking for. The young woman came to buy you the book she seemed so deeply immerged in, determined to finish it at home. You chatted with her for a while, before letting her go as well.
As you were putting the money away, the doorbell rang again and you looked up, a little surprised to see another customer at this hour of the evening. It was a man.
He seemed to be strongly built, and his broad shoulders could be noticed through his brown coat. He kept his hands in his pockets, and the features of his face, as well as his long chestnut hair were half hidden by the cap he was wearing. Nonetheless, you immediatly noticed his gorgeous blue eyes. You smiled at him and greeted him, just as you did for every customer.
Looking a little tensed at first, the man stared at you for a few seconds, as if he was judging you in one look - a behaviour you couldn’t help but find a little strange - and then, gave you a polite nod, before letting his gaze get lost among all the bookshelves.
Over time, you had learned to be observant and you could easily guess a client's personality from the way he or she acted and behaved. This was a useful skill, because then, you could guide and advise them in their choices.
But you had to admit that this stranger looked quite mysterious.
The way he stood up straight, looking at a fixed point in the void while gauging his surroundings with his eyes, just like he did it with you, as well as his strong stature could let you think that he was working in the army. But you weren’t sure at all.
There was something in his azure gaze, a feeling of which you could hardly guess the depth. He seemed to be looking for something, it was a kind of curiosity mixed with a certain sadness.
But then, you began to sigh internally at your own stupidity. You were probably just imagining things. Life couldn’t always be a novel.
Hands in your pockets, you slowly walked towards him to offer your help, but suddenly, the front door opened violently, stopping you in your steps and startling you a little bit. Three men entered, laughing loudly, and from the moment you saw them, you knew that they were only here to look for trouble.
You frowned.
It was probably later than you thought it was.
One of them wore a grey hoodie, and the other two had dark caps.
They kept laughing, and the eyes of the man in the grey hoodie fell on you. He ogled you from head to toe, leaving you completely uncomfortable, and a small approving whistle came out of his mouth.
“Well look at what we have here,” he commented, making a small gesture in your direction and then, coming dangerously close to you. Even though all your instincts were ordering you to move back, you forced yourself to stay proud and steady. You weren’t going to let yourself get intimidated by a bunch of fuckers, were you?
So, you gave him a little smile despite the anxiety that was now running in your veins, and answered through clenched teeth, “Can I help you?”
Your voice had sounded a lot weaker than you'd hoped it would, and the man with the hoodie seemed to notice it too, as he winked at you and sneered, “Oh yes, you can, sweetheart.”
The laughter of his acolytes filled the room, and you swallowed your saliva a bit harder, warning him, “If you don't want to buy anything, I'm going to ask you to leave. I'll be closing soon.”
The man smirked and raised his arm towards a random shelf, brushing the book covers with his fingertips, before violently dropping a dozen of them on the floor. “The thing is... I don't really feel like leaving you, honey.”
Your heart was beating furiously in your chest, and you were about to reply that you were going to call the police if they didn't go away now, but a deep, threatening voice suddenly rang out beside you, making you jump violently.
“Go away.”
You hadn't heard the blue-eyed stranger coming nearer, and he was now standing beside you. He was taller than what you had expected, and was looking at the man with the grey hoodie with a gaze that almost frightened you. You had rarely seen anyone with such dark, threatening eyes. He had taken his hands out of his pockets, and his gloved fists were clenched.
You decided then to step aside a little, heart still beating way faster than normal, wondering how you could get out of this situation that seemed, at that moment, to be totally out of your control.
The other man, visibly unaware of the danger he was facing, walked towards the blue-eyed stranger, and didn't look intimidated in the least. He stuffed his hands in the pockets of his sweatshirt, looking perfectly relaxed, and replied with a self-confident tone that was particularly annoying, “Or else what, uh?”
The blue-eyed man smiled, and the threatening aura that emanated from him at that moment intensified, “You don't want to know, believe me.”
“I-” began the man with the grey hoodie, but he was instantly cut off by the blue-eyed one, “Final warning.” He wasn't smiling anymore, and had come one step closer. They were only inches from each other.
Then, it all happened at once.
The man with the hood opened his mouth again, but the blue-eyed man didn't give him time to reply, and grabbed him by the collar in a quick motion. He lifted him up as if he weighed little more than a pillow, and threw him against the front door. His bones cracked in a not very reassuring noise. But it didn't end there.
The stranger's blue eyes gleamed with a new, calculating glow that frightened you, and he almost looked like another person at that moment. With dilated pupils and a cold expression on his face, he didn't even seem to notice your presence anymore.
He had moved so fast that you couldn't step in, and you watched in horror as he grabbed his assailant against the front door, his hand tightly wrapped around his throat. You noted that the two other guys were nowhere to be found, and had probably run away.
You were convinced that he was going to kill him, right then and there, if you didn't do anything to stop him.
So, you walked up to him and put a shaking hand on his shoulder. The man flinched, and instantly turned his cold eyes to you.
“Please, stop... Let him go. I think he’s going to leave, now.”
His ocean eyes remained focus on yours, and his murderous gaze vanished little by little. Slowly coming back to reality, he let go of the other man, who immediately began to cough and breathe heavily, rubbing his throat with his hand. Then, giving you a look of utter panic, he got up in a fraction of a second, and disappeared without even taking the time to close the door behind him. The scene made you laugh nervously, probably due to the stress that the whole situation had caused you.
You had practically witnessed the murder of a guy who had tried to flirt really bad with you. What a day.
You closed the front door with a deep sigh of relief, leaning against it and then, you finally looked at the man in front of you.
He seemed completely distraught, and hadn't been able to take his eyes off you. You wondered then how it was possible for someone to change his attitude so quickly. Only a few seconds ago, he was about to kill someone in cold blood without even flinching.
But now his cold expression had completely disappeared, replaced by what guilt, and the same sadness that had characterized him as soon as he entered the bookstore was back.
“I'm... I'm... I'm sorry,” he whispered, lowering his head, his voice shaking.
You smiled reassuringly at him, “Please, don't apologize. You've gotten me out of a really awkward situation. If you hadn't been there, I can't even imagine how it would have ended, so... thank you.”
“You don't understand,” he mumbled, clenching his fists and finally raising his head. He was consumed with guilt and something you recognized as fear, “I lost control. I could've... I could've killed him.”
You noticed then that his Romanian was a little odd. He spoke it perfectly, but... he had an accent you couldn't recognize.
“But you didn't.”
He stared at you with an indecipherable look on his face, and you couldn't help but think that he was very handsome, despite the sadness in his ocean eyes. Your heart tightened in your chest at the sight of this man looking so lost and out of place, and you told yourself that you couldn't let him go away like that, especially when he had taken your defence.
As you locked the front door and turned the “open” sign to “closed”, you finally decided to ask him what was bothering you so much.
“You're a soldier, aren't you?”
Several emotions ran through his eyes. Surprise, a certain timidity, but also and again, a deep sorrow that almost brought tears to your eyes.
“I don't know what I am,” he answered after some time, suddenly looking distant.
You walked over to the coffee machine and then, pulled out two mugs.
“Coffee?” You offered him with a smile.
He seemed hesitant, and again, he had that distant, indecipherable look on his face.
“I’m not going to eat you, you now,” you said, hoping to lighten his mood. The remark gave him a small smile, and while he still seemed extremely tense and cautious, he shyly replied, “All right.”
a person who collects or has a great love of books.
Series summary: While trying to escape the ghost of the Winter Soldier, Bucky finds some solace in a small and cozy Bucharest bookstore, ignoring at first how the girl he meets there will help him to rebuild the broken pieces of his whole being.
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Pairing: Bucky x reader
A/N: I’m so EXCITED to share that short series with you guys <3 I’ve put a lot of myself, and a lot of emotions in it. I really hope that you will enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. As usual, I am super self conscious about my English, but... anyway. Nobody's perfect, right? Leave a comment below if you want to be tagged in the future parts 💗
Summary: Bucky had never liked mornings. They had always been like the terrible nightmares that still lingered in his mind at night, dark and gloomy. But that was before he met you.
Pairing: Bucky x reader
Warnings: a lot of fluff (because fluff is life) and some pretty smutty smut.
Word count: 1,775
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THERE WAS A SWEET perfume in the air.
It filled the room, bathed in the daylight filtering through half open shutters, with vanilla, honey, jasmine flavours… Bucky could not find the right word to describe it.
But it was a perfume that belonged to mornings only. It was something that he had finally come to love.
It was a scent coming from the weak rays of sunlight that caressed your warm skin and the locks of your (H/C) hair, but also coming from your regular sleeping breath and from your naked arms, still heavy with sleep, that sometimes tried to embrace him with a softness that belonged to mornings only.
Somehow, everything was always connected to you.
Because Bucky had never loved mornings before you. He had rarely known what a peaceful sleep could be. He always felt like his anxious nights could last forever and ever, and that dawn never seem to appear in the horizon.
Before you, Bucky was like a wandering soul, accepting sleep only when it was absolutely necessary, for the demons that were still lurking in the back of his mind were as terrible as the ones who tortured him for more than seventy years.
He had tried so much to escape the night that he was no longer able to see the morning light appearing.
Summary: Bucky had never liked mornings. They had always been like the terrible nightmares that still lingered in his mind at night, dark and gloomy. But that was before he met you.
Pairing: Bucky x reader
Warnings: a lot of fluff (because fluff is life) and some pretty smutty smut.
Word count: 1,775
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THERE WAS A SWEET perfume in the air.
It filled the room, bathed in the daylight filtering through half open shutters, with vanilla, honey, jasmine flavours… Bucky could not find the right word to describe it.
But it was a perfume that belonged to mornings only. It was something that he had finally come to love.
It was a scent coming from the weak rays of sunlight that caressed your warm skin and the locks of your (H/C) hair, but also coming from your regular sleeping breath and from your naked arms, still heavy with sleep, that sometimes tried to embrace him with a softness that belonged to mornings only.
Somehow, everything was always connected to you.
Because Bucky had never loved mornings before you. He had rarely known what a peaceful sleep could be. He always felt like his anxious nights could last forever and ever, and that dawn never seem to appear in the horizon.
Before you, Bucky was like a wandering soul, accepting sleep only when it was absolutely necessary, for the demons that were still lurking in the back of his mind were as terrible as the ones who tortured him for more than seventy years.
He had tried so much to escape the night that he was no longer able to see the morning light appearing.
But then, you had come to him.
You, with you sweet honeyed perfume, your smile looking like the sun itself and your eyes that, he swore it, sparkled like a thousand galaxies.
Bucky thought that the comparison was a bit cliché, but it was only the truth.
Everytime your starry eyes fell upon him, he felt naked; vulnerable, and his heart seemed to crumble into a thousand pieces. Your gaze alone could bring him to his knees, and Bucky would willingly accept that sweet, feverish feeling of his own heart breaking in his chest if it meant he could admire your galaxy eyes for the rest of his life.
But all of this was nothing compared to the feeling that overwhelmed him from head to toe when he had first kissed you.
It was calm and restless, pure and full of desire, serene and desperate all at once.
When he had tasted that honeyed scent on the tip of your tongue for the first time, him for whom a mere physical contact had meant nothing but pain for years, he had immediately known that he was ruined. Ruined in the best possible way. Now, he could not begin to imagine having to live without you and your kisses, without all the treasures he came to pick up on your naked skin day after day, without the tenderness you offered him by the simple contact of your skin against his, without your eyes. Without you.
If Bucky loved the mornings so much, it was simply because he had learned by your side to no longer fear the night.
He kept you in his arms, drowned into your perfume and your whole being, trying to stay focus on the beating of your heart, and even though he could not stay asleep for very long, even though his demons sometimes came back to haunt him, he no longer feared them.
Suddenly, Bucky could not hold himself back anymore.
He felt an inner, almost painful need to go back and find those sunrays, those thousands of galaxies lost in all the curves of your body. He wanted to taste once again the nectar that made him love the mornings spent with you more than anything else.
He gently pulled you into his arms, and almost automatically, you curled up against his body without waking up. Bucky sighed at the familiar sensation of your naked form against his. It was almost immediate; the contact of your skin against his instantly soothed him. He could feel all your curves, and your perfume he loved so much overwhelmed his enhanced senses again.
But he wanted more. He needed more.
Bucky slowly shifted you on your back, and the mattress creaked slightly. He took a few seconds to admire you, observing the way the light seemed to be reflected on your skin, goosebumps appearing as he slowly lifted the sheet that was covering your body. As you slowly started to emerge from your sleep, Bucky began to kiss the hollow of your neck, where he could feel your pulse beating. At first, he simply inhaled your skin, drowning himself into that sweet scent of yours that he loved so much, and then got an immediate reaction from your part when his tongue wandered on your neck. A small, hoarse moan escaped from your parted lips as he left love bites here and there, and his flesh hand irremediably slipped between your thighs.
“Bucky,” you protested weakly. The former soldier groaned, the vibrations of his low voice against your skin sending shivers down your spine. When his thumb started to play with your swollen clit because of all the pleasure he had already given you the night before, your back arched slightly underneath him, and your hands came to rest on his broad shoulders.
“’M still sleepy,” you sighed, and as Bucky continued to explore your wet folds with his fingers, a familiar warmth overtook him.
“I know doll,” he cooed, putting one last wet kiss in the crook of your neck before disappearing furtively between your legs, placing your thighs on his shoulders and holding them firmly as he spoke, “but let me please you one last time and then I’ll let you sleep.”
Bucky knew he had not given you much rest since the night before and that it was, in a sense, a very intimate way of learning how to deal with his anxieties. But it was so sweet, so good, and during those moments spent with you, he managed to forget everything. His mind was no longer tormented by his demons. When he focused only on your pleasure, on you and you alone, he was finally at peace.
Your fingers running in his long, chestnut locks interrupted him in his thoughts. You gave him a tender smile, your hair spread on the pillow like a bright halo.
“What are you thinking about, baby?” You asked him in a whisper.
Bucky groaned something that could vaguely sound like “nothing”, and started to leave butterfly kisses on your inner thighs, his beard tickling you slightly. And then, his tongue finally found its way to what he really wanted.
He grabbed your hips to keep you in place, and felt your legs pressing his head as his mouth started to explore your pussy once again. The sounds that came out from your pink lips were the most beautiful melody to his ears, and then, when he took your swollen bud fully in his mouth, eager to taste your sweet nectar once again, Bucky felt the fire of his abdomen burning stronger and stronger.
You body was squirming underneath him, and when your fingers pulled his hair, silently begging him to give you more, he moaned with desire against your pussy. He wanted to stay there, just a little longer, but mornings were made to be sweet, so instead, he slowly started to come back to you, leaving a wet trail of kisses along your belly and between the valley of your breasts.
He took the time to look at you, flushed cheeks, short of breath and parted lips, wondering, how? How could he be so lucky to have you just for himself?
Your eyes, those eyes that had the power to paralyze him, echoed the same ardent fire that was burning at this moment inside of him.
“So what now, sweet girl?” He smiled while caressing your cheek with his thumb, “I thought you were tired?”
“How could I be tired with what you’re doing to me?” You answered him with a pout, slightly fustrated.
Bucky gave you a naughty smile, and when he bent over to kiss you, you greedily captured his mouth, tasting your own scent on his lips. Your kiss almost made him dizzy as you wrapped your arms around his neck to get him closer to you. The contact of your skin against his, of his hard, engorged cock rubbing against the soft skin of your lower abdomen, created an electric sensation along his spine.
He immediately grabbed your thighs and placed them on his hips. You wrapped your legs around him and Bucky kept kissing you with all the passion he could give you, picking up every moan of pleasure that came out of your mouth as he slowly, excessively slowly pushed his hard length inside of you, to allow you both to feel every movement. He groaned when he felt your warm, comforting walls tightening around him as you tried to adjust to his size, and after a few seconds of hard breathing, he finally started to move at a comfortable pace.
He would sometimes stop to kiss you lovingly, and then, he would move again, taking his time to make long, deep thrusts to reach that sweet spot inside of you. You grabbed his shoulders harder and harder and tilt your head back on the pillow, leaving Bucky free access to that exact spot on your neck that made you moan even louder when his teeth marked your skin to make you his.
His name slipped from your lips like a fervent prayer again and again, and Bucky loved so much how his name sounded when you were like this, so close to liberation that he had to bite his tongue to stop himself from coming right here right there.
But then, he felt your hot breath close to his ear as you whispered words that only he would ever know, followed by a wet kiss on his earlobe, and he knew that he could not last any longer knowing the night he had already spent with you.
He anchored his knees to the mattress and raised your legs slightly, pouding into you even deeper. This new angle almost made you see stars and the orgasm inside you exploded, making you grab the sheets and tilt your head back again to your pillow. The climax of your pleasure reached you both at the same time and after one last eratic thrust, Bucky came inside you.
After you had both caught your breath, Bucky put a kiss on your forehead and hold you in his arms, waiting until he was sure that you were asleep again, before smiling tenderly and letting go of you, leaving your warm, messy bed and heading to the bathroom, not without a leaving a final, light kiss on your shoulder.
So, I've been thinking more and more about something lately...
I have written more than a dozen imagines about Bucky in my mothertongue and I'm thinking about translating them into English for you guys. What do you think about this? Would you like that? 💗
Sirius Black falling in love with you would include
That gif omg??? Isn’t Ben Barnes literally young Sirius Black???
- You would probably meet because you're friends with Lily or Remus, so you would see each other quite often
- You wouldn't be more than just acquaintances until 4th year when Sirius would notice you in class
- You would be doing something quite casual, like playing with your hair, smiling to Lily or laughing
- Then it would strike him hard and he would tell the others straight away
- “Hey, have you ever noticed how beautiful (Y/N) actually is?”
- At first he would use his usual flirty pick up lines with you
- “What do you want, Sirius?”
“What? Am I not allowed to say hello to the most beautiful girl of Hogwarts?”
- “Well hello, Love!”
“Nickname, Black.”
“But Love suits you much better than (Y/N)”
- You would pretend to be upset about it at first but deep down, you would be a blushing mess
- And with time, Sirius would notice how you blush every time he gets too close to you
- So he would do it on purpose so he can see you be flustered
- He would also try to make you laugh all the time because damn, your laugh is so damn cute to him
- You would become friends and then eventually, best friends
- That would make you hang out with The Marauders very often
- His girlfriends would be so jealous about you but he wouldn't care about it
- “It’s always going to be (Y/N) first so, you better not make me choose”
- On the other hand, seeing him with other girls would hurt you so much, even if you'd rather cut off one of your own legs rather than admit it, especially to your friends
- Lily would be so upset
- She wouldn’t quite understand why you crush on him so much at first because, according to her, James and him are just “arrogant little twats”
- “(Y/N), stop staring”
“(Y/N), you’re staring again!
“(Y/N), if you don’t stop looking at him, I am going to tell him right now that you’re in love with him!”
- Sirius would also date some of your friends on purpose so that he can get closer to you (lmao this is so mean but I really think this is something Sirius would do)
- He would be so.jealous and protective of you, even if you two are supposed to be friends
- A boy treating you bad is intolerable for Sirius
- He would also glare at any guy who would try to flirt and be rude with you and would often threaten them to “punch them if they don’t get the hell away from you”
- He would never admit it, though
- “Oh, mate, it’s obvious! You’re jealous,” James would joke around.
“I am not.”
“You are,” Remus would add, “you’re just too much of a prick to admit it.”
- However he wouldn't actually fall in love with you until 5th year
- It would happen when Sirius would receive one of the numerous hate letters from his mother
- You would join him at the Astronomy Tower where he would be brooding
- “Not now, Love,” he would say the moment he sees you, “I'm on a mood.”
- But you would get him to open up to you a little
- You would spend long minutes trying to convince him that he's not worthless and that he deserves to be loved
- “You don't need her, Sirius. You don't need her poisonous words. She's so vile that she can't and will never be able to see who you truly are deep inside. But I can see it, and I know that you're a wonderful person. You’re the only good person of your family.”
- That's the moment when he would fall for you
- Because literally no one had ever told him so beautiful things about himself before.
- “Mate, I think I am in love with (Y/N).”
“No, you really think so?” James would answer sarcastically.
- But then his first thought would be that he doesn't deserve you
- “She's too good for me, James. I can't be with her. I am too angry for her, she needs someone better than me...”
“Say something like that again and I'll punch you in the face!”
- James would be the biggest drama queen about it
- Like, two of his closest friends are in love with each other but they don’t want to confess ????
- Remus would remind him multiple times not force things between the both of you
- “It’s going to happen naturally, you’ll see”
- And it eventually did
- Probably because James would be so upset about hearing Sirius non-stop babbling about you that he would not-so accidently slip armortentia into his tea
- Sirius would then be after you ALL DAY LONG and it would be the funniest thing
- But Remus, being the smart ass he is, would guess straight away that it wouldn’t be natural
- So he would make James spit the truth and force him to give him the antidote
- you’d be heartbroken and sad because deep inside you truly love Sirius
- but seeing you sad is intolerable for Sirius
- so he’d run to you, take your hands and kiss them and tell you that with or without armortentia, he’s head over heels in love with you
- then, he would pull you against him and kiss you
- and you’d fiNALLY BE TOGETHER!
:) tell me if you want a part 2 (Dating Sirius Black would include...)
