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⟢ ABOUT ME | eighteen - she/her - team cap - bucky barnes enthusiast - avid the basement yard viewer |
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PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH

blake kathryn

JVL

Discoholic 🪩
Claire Keane
Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
i don't do bad sauce passes
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dirt enthusiast
we're not kids anymore.
todays bird
Three Goblin Art

PR's Tumblrdome

oozey mess
Peter Solarz

#extradirty

shark vs the universe
$LAYYYTER
trying on a metaphor

Love Begins
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@robinwritestuff
NAVIGATION ✶⋆˚
⟢ ABOUT ME | eighteen - she/her - team cap - bucky barnes enthusiast - avid the basement yard viewer |
#MASTERLIST
Drunk On Lust
PAIRING : Bucky Barnes x Fem! Reader
WORD COUNT : 1.6k
SUMMARY : Nothing it's pure filth.
WARNINGS : Smut, dirty talk, unprotected sex, messy sex, porn without plot.
Bucky's tongue bullied its way past your lips, a low moan escaped him and buzzes against them. You respond with an encouraging sound, the kiss never breaking. Your hand slips from his neck to his hair, tangling in it and tugging slightly. Your movements only encourage him as the wet smack of your connected mouths echo throughout the room, lit warmly with the morning sun.
His hand travels to your mid-thigh, hiking your leg up to rest on his hip. His groin meets your core through the gray sweats that hung low on his hips and your panties. A choked whimper escapes you when you feel how hard he is — the outline unmistakable; long, thick, and solid against you. Your panties do nothing to hide your arousal — your slick seeping through the thin fabric and transferring to his light attire. A dark spot appearing on his groin as your hips move together.
Bucky breaks the kiss to speak, a line of your combined saliva connecting the two of you before breaking. His eyes travel down to his pants. "Look at you, sweetheart... soaking through already and I barely touched you. Wonder how messy she'll be when I give 'er what she wants, hm?" His voice comes out low but lacks teasing — it's more praise and awe. You feel his breath hit your skin as the words leave his mouth. "Then why don't you see, yeah?" You respond breathlessly, causing his head to snap back up to look at you. Your breaths mingle together in the air, before connecting once more.
His hand slides over your chest and down towards the band of your underwear — toying with it before hooking his fingers under the elastic and pulling it down your legs. Your lips break contact as he sits up and finishes pulling them off. "Let me see her, yeah?" He mumbles, his hands guiding your legs to spread. The cool air hits your core yet you feel his firey gaze land on the slick in between your legs. "Look at that.. prettiest pussy, y'know that?" He lowers himself onto his stomach, his breath fanning over your core. "Gonna let me make you feel good?" He asks, his eyes glancing up to see your reaction.
"Yeah.. yeah you can.." You nod vigorously, voice breathless and light. His head dips immediately after hearing your approval, pupils blown wide with lust. His tongue licks a stripe up you, collecting your wetness before retracting again with a low moan. You gasp softly before threading your hand in his hair once again. "Tastes so good, baby..." He grunts before going back in for more. His tongue flattens on your clit before his lips wrap around it and suck gently. Your legs are restless, hips thrusting upwards to chase the pleasure. "Oh my god, Bucky..." your moans fill his ears, only encouraging him. He shakes his head lightly, trying to get his face impossibly deeper. His moans and hums only add to the pleasure, vibrating against your skin, causing you to grip the headboard above you.
His free hand snakes up to prod at your entrance, circling gently before slipping two fingers inside. He removes his mouth to watch his fingers sink in with a look of awe, lips parted and eyes darkened. "Look at you... she takes 'em so well... yeah she does..." he says lowly, his voice dripping out smoothly and doing nothing to help the sticky mess between your thighs. He hits knuckle before curling softly, searching for the spot that makes you see stars. Your hand tightens its grip on his hair, your moans now louder. Honestly, thank god everyone left the tower because there was no way you could silence yourself. Not when he was so focused on your pleasure and succeeding greatly.
His fingers hit that spongey spot inside you with a particular curl, making your walls clamp down and back to arch. Your mouth falls open in a silent sound, head lolling back against the pillow. "There it is, let me make you feel good, baby." His voice is rough with lust as he speeds up his finger, focusing on that one spot. Your thighs shake as your moans fill the room. His thumb finds your clit and rubs circles, your hips stuttering upwards. "Bucky... 'm so close! 'M so- fuck!" You squeak out through the pleasure. "C'mon, let me feel it.. you deserve it, come on." He grunts out, the muscles in his arm flexing with the work he's putting in.
The band building in your lower belly snaps as your back arches and a loud moan escapes your swollen lips. "There we go... that's my girl." He says, his movements slowing down as he rides you through your orgasm before gently sliding his fingers out. He groans when he catches sight on the string of your slick connects him to your pussy before breaking. He raises his hand to his lips, wrapping them around his fingers and sucking your arousal off of them with a low hum of enjoyment. "Jesus Christ..." you mumble, looking back up to watch his actions. "Taste like heaven — could spend the rest of my life down there." He says with a sly smile, crawling back up your body and kissing you softly. You wrap your arms around his neck as you taste yourself on his tongue, pulling a sound from the back of your throat.
His hands come up to discard your shirt, tossing it somewhere to be forgotten. His hand cups your breast as your hands reach down to shove at the waistband of his already ruined sweatpants. His boxers fall with them as he kicks them off the rest of the way. His length slaps against his stomach, the tip sticky and leaking. "Someone's excited..." you tease with a teasing smile, looking up at him. "What do you expect, pretty girl, look at you.." He responds softly, his voice laced with praise, causing heat to reach your cheeks, appearing in a red hue. You turn your head to hide the reaction, only causing him to turn your head back to him. "No, let me see you. I wanna see my girl." He says, his eyebrows furrowed slightly.
His eyes shine with a mix of lust and awe, admiring you before lifting his upper body up, bracing himself on his knees. His hands grip your thighs and drag you down the bed to place your legs on his hips. You squeal at the sudden movement, pulling a small giggle from Bucky's lips. "Gonna let me fuck you?" He says roughly, his hand wrapping around the base of his length and giving it a few pumps. You shift your hips slightly in response. "Yeah... want you to give it to me..." you say in a soft breath, eyes locked onto his hand and it's movements. He lines himself up at your entrance, circling slowly to mix his precum with your slick. He gently pushes the tip in, groaning under his breath as he feels your walls sucking him in.
You inhale suddenly at the intrusion, gripping his bicep as he pushes deeper in. Each inch stretching you open even more. Each inch reaching further and further until he bottoms out. "Fuck, baby, look at how she sucks me in.." he groans, eyes locked onto where your bodies connect. "Fuck, so deep.." you whimper out, hips pushing towards him. He retracts his hips, leaving a few inches inside before pushing back in. An obscene squelch reaches both your ears as he sets a pace. Your mouth falls open, your moans growing louder with each thrust. "There we go- fuck -feels so good, sweetheart.." he moans lowly as he picks up the pace. The sound of slapping fills the room, your body bouncing with each thrust upwards. His eyes lock onto your breasts, leaning down and wrapping his lips around one of the nipples.
Your hands grip his shoulders, "Faster.. give it to me, please..." you moan. His head lifts up and moves your hands on his shoulders and replaces them with your legs, folding you in half. "Let me give it to you, come on... let me work for it." He moans, his hips speeding up and hitting a deep spot inside you. Your eyes roll back as your fingers scratch down his arms, pulling a groan from him. "There we go... look at you. You getting drunk on it for me?" He grits out, a slight whimper escapes him at a particular tight squeeze from your walls.
His hand reaches down and snaked in between your bodies to rub tight circles on your clit. A squeal escapes you as your back arches, walls pulsating around his length. "You gonna come for me? Give it to me, c'mon, let me feel you soak me — milk my cock." His voice falters throughout the sentence, the slapping and squelching getting louder. Before your legs shake and you reach the high that finally finished building. His hips stutter as a whimper escapes him. "There she is, that's what I wanted- fuck!" He moans, his hips speeding up to chase his own high. "I'm gonna cum, baby..." He stutters, breath hot against you. You feel his length twitch inside you, his pace reckless. "Come on.. let me feel you fill me up..." You whimper out, egging on his oncoming high.
He thrusts deeply and freezes as thick ropes of his cum fill you, his body frozen and soft moans leaving his lips. He pulls out and goes limp on top of you, both of you panting hard. "I don't think I've ever came so hard.." he mumbles against your skin with a soft huff of a laugh. "Yeah.. well you always make me cum that hard." You giggle, pulling another from him.
Written by @robinwritestuff on tumblr !
LACED WITH YOU
⟢ synopsis:; you surprise bucky with a pretty lingerie set.
⟢ tags:; smut, bucky/!fem reader, !softdom bucky, breeding, light choking, oral fixation, dirty talk, use of petnames (baby, sweetheart, baby girl, honey), belly bulge, size kink, slight innocence kink
a/n; hi guysss! sorry this is kinda rushed, tysm to my friend who helped me come up with this gorgeous idea
bucky’s hands skimmed your sides, his fingers brushing the delicate silk—his pupils blown wide, completely enamored in you. you wanted to surprise him with something pretty—having not seen him for a little over than a week, you were practically buzzing when he returned.
you decided on a sheer, laced dress—a color that made your skin glow. the soft fabric dipping low over the swell of your breasts, draping down to your torso. the fabric opened up at your navel, a tiny bow holding the silk together, just barley covering the peaks of your nipples. you wore matching panties that share the same intricate lace that hides your breasts.
“what’s this, baby?” his voice low and lewd. the tone alone made your underwear soaked.
you flush, your neck creeping up a color that resembles your dress. “… just wanted to wear something pretty for you,” You bit your lip, your eyes big and round—glimmering with that quiet, aching need for approval.
bucky hums, eyes shamelessly dragging over you. his hands slip under your chemise, thumbs softly stroking under your breasts.
“look at you,” he murmurs, his hands circling you, palms skimming the small of your back. “so fucking beautiful.” bucky’s hands move up your spine with slow devotion, his fingers warm and tender as they follow each curve. you felt his touch ripple through your whole body—your lungs, your heart, your head. the world dimmed around you, every sense sharpening to a single point: the soft, devoted path of his fingers against your skin.
bucky takes your hand, touch so deep and attentive, it makes your head spin. he guides you onto the bed, the mattress dipping beside you, his weight settling shoulder to shoulder. silently, he’s moving your hand down his stomach, fingers tracing his taut muscles. finally, mapping the outline of the bulge tenting his pants.
“feel what you do to me, baby girl.” he groans, your hand palming his cock—hard and heavy, twitching in his pants. every brush of your fingers against him sends a jolt straight through his chest, twisting his thoughts into a delicious blur.
your breath catches, your thighs clenching as you feel him pulsate at your touch. his head is tipping back as you squeeze him, low groans escaping as he rocks his hips into your hand. his fingers curl around your wrist, anchoring you to him.
time seems to be hazy, before you knew it his clothes were off and he was hovering over you. bucky insisted you kept your dress on, saying something about wanting to ruin you in it.
his bare cock drags across your clit through the flimsy lace. your arousal has soaked through at this point, leaking onto his length.
bucky groans, head bowing down to rest against your shoulder. his mouth latches, suckling on the the plain of your neck—nipping suddenly then soothing the purplish skin with his tongue.
you’re digging crescent moon shaped scratches on his shoulders, the muscles tensing under your touch. the air was sticky and hot, bucky’s breath mingled against you, the air clinging to every inch of skin—thick and heavy. desire hung in the air, a clouding haze that made every touch burn.
“you gonna let me fuck you? hm?” bucky murmurs, bringing his head back to hold that intense eye contact you could never quite get over.
you’re a nodding, babbling mess. your hair stuck to your forehead, thighs shaking with anticipation as he just barley gives you any friction. "yeah? gonna ruin you.” he cooed, pressing his lips to your forehead in promise.
bucky’s flesh hand ventures downward, palm stopping to caress your tit. he slides your underwear to the side, thrusting against your folds.
your head falls back against the pillow, back arching as you let pleasure completely consume you. “so wet, honey. s’all for me?” your mind doesn’t register the words, going in one ear and out the other. bucky chuckles, loving the way you’re already dumb on his cock.
his tip nudges your entry, just barley stretching you. “bucky- shit.” your whining, hips withering. he coos, lips finding your forehead again. “i know, baby.” he’s slowly pushing in, his metal hand gripping the sheets so hard with pure restraint.
he wants to take you right there—push in and fuck you until you forget your own name. have you screaming for him, all shaking and messy. but he takes it slow, letting you adjust to his thick and long length as he bottoms out.
“oh, fuck. yeah, that’s it.” bucky practically growls, hips shuddering inside you. the rough patch of hair brushes your pelvis, fulling you up so much you feel him in your throat.
“you feel like heaven, baby.” he chuckles breathlessly, smoothing your hair back to get a good look at your fucked out face. eyes rolled back, mouth agape and chest heaving.
“buck- ah please-“ your hands grip at his shoulders, pussy clamping down on him like it’s where he was meant to be all along.
“you feel that? ‘m so fucking deep.” his hand sprawls over your exposed stomach, hand pressing down on the lift of your tummy where his cock is buried inside you.
your reply is a whimper, a soft roll of your hips. bucky’s control shatters. he pulls almost all the way out, then slams back in.
a cry rips from the back of your throat, nails raking down his shoulders. bucky sets the pace—slow and hard. slamming the tip against that spongey spot inside you that has your toes curling.
“i’m so fucking gone for you.” he punctuates with a sharp slam of his hips. bucky’s metal hand coming up to cup your cheek, thumb tugging at your bottom lip.
you’re loud—loud and desperate. each sink of him inside your wet cunt has your orgasm surging through faster than ever. bucky shoves his fingers in your mouth, pressing down against your tongue to keep you quiet. instantly, as if were a reflex, you suck. hallowing out your cheeks around the cool metal, eyes lidded, trying so hard to be good for him and look at him as he fucks you into oblivion.
“such a good girl.” he mutters, thrusts becoming more frantic and sloppy. you can tell by now when he’s close—the way his lips part, cock throbs, eyes squeezed shut as he lets pleasure take over.
and you’re right there with him—you’re sure you were dizzy from how good he felt, how deep he was inside you. how oh so consumed you were by bucky. how he clouded your thoughts, every little noise he made you were filling it away—soaking it into your brain. fully intoxicated by him.
“baby- ‘m so close. gonna fucking pump you full.” he moans, voice more breathy than before. his fingers slip out of your mouth with a pop, a string of saliva connecting you to him. his metal hand rests on your throat, fingers curling around the base of your neck.
“please- buck.” you manage through a whimper, his pace becoming more violent. “cum for me, baby. cream on my cock.” he orders, needing to make you unravel before him.
and you do, you let your climax overtake your body. searing hot, a white burning flame lit beneath you. back arching, toes curling, legs trembling.
but bucky doesn’t let up—not even for a second. he’s chasing that high, thrusts shuddering as he nears the brink.
he spills inside you with a moan of your name, a prayer. hot ropes of cum coat your insides, leaving you completely stuffed full of him. his body slumps against you, face buried in your neck. it takes him a few minutes before he comes back down to earth, staying inside you just to feel you.
he rolls off you, cock softening still enveloped in your pussy—just a quiet intimate gesture, loving you in every way.
“you’re so perfect for me.” he finally murmurs against your skin, eyes fluttering shut as his heart finally slow down behind his ribs. you hum, one hand finding his hair and smoothing it back.
“if this is the reaction i get from lingerie, i might have to start wearing it more often.”
“you wanna kill me, woman?”
CONEY ISLAND BABY
PAIRING : Bucky Barnes x Fem! Reader
WORD COUNT : 1k
WARNINGS : Fluff
SUMMARY : 40's! Bucky is a big teddy bear for his girl. And to say he is head over heels would be an understatement.
40's! Bucky who'd spend the week saving up for your weekly date. The fair was always your go-to.
"I'm gonna win it, sweetheart, I swear." Bucky says with determination as he misses yet another dart. Your laugh fills his ears at his failure. Usually, he'd be bummed out about losing these rigged carnival games but hearing your laugh — even at his expense makes the situation lighter. "You said that the first 5 tries." Your voice breaks through the loud chatter and the sounds of machines whirring along with a small giggle. Bucky turns to you with a grin in response.
You do end up walking away with the overly large teddy bear which Bucky ends up having to hold throughout the night. But seeing the way your face light up with the smile he loved so much when he won was so worth it.
40's! Bucky who'd always make Steve third wheel. Poor guy had to sit through it all. The times you got one of your friends to tag along for Steve, Bucky had to give him a pep talk beforehand.
"Just be yourself, Steve." Bucky says proudly, clasping him on the back with a grin as they walk up to your apartment complex. "Yeah, that's easy for you to say." Steve mutters with a sigh as he straightens out his coat. "Be a gentleman. You know how to do that, right? Don't let her walk on the street side of the sidewalk, open doors, offer your coat-" Bucky is cut off abruptly. "Yes, Bucky, I know." Steve interrupts exasperated already, Bucky was not helping his nerves.
40's! Bucky who is very clingy in the mornings. He's like a brick, you swear. But he can't help it, he loves the quiet mornings when it's just the two of you.
You woke up due to the morning sun assaulting your eyes — rays shining through the window. You groan softly before rolling over, away from the light. Bucky's arm around the dip of your waist shifts but he doesn't wake. After not being able to lull yourself back to sleep, you decide to just start your day. Bucky grunts as you get up... or attempt to. His arm pulls you back down. "Where 'r you goin'? Go back to sleep, sweetheart..." He mumbles; his voice laced with the sleep he was just pulled from. "I can't sleep." You mumble — eyes still squinted from the bright rays. "So? Still lay with me.." He mutters out, his eyes finally opening but squinting once the light finally makes it to them.
His face creases slightly around the corners of his eyes, the golden light casting on his skin. How could you not give in?
40's! Bucky who replaces the flowers he bought previously — every week. Without fail. When he's not in town, he pre orders them.
You walk into your apartment after a tiring day. Dropping your coat on the rack and kicking your shoes off, you make your way towards the kitchen when you see them. New flowers — different from the previous. It's a variety of vibrant flowers. A few tulips, a few daisies, some other miscellaneous flowers are scattered throughout. A smile pulls at the corners of your mouth as you spot the card that sat next to the vase.
You make your way over to the table and pick up the note, flipping open and reading the contents of Bucky's handwriting.
"Pretty flowers for an even prettier girl. Couldn't have you sitting there with dead flowers, can I? I hope you like them just as much as the first. I love you. - Bucky."
Your grin grows at the words left on the card. You close it before leaning down and sniffing the flowers, the floral scent filling your senses. Your day's already 10x better.
40's! Bucky who loves when you stay at his apartment. Not only does it give him a glimpse into the future, but he loves the slow intimate nights.
The familiar tune of It's Been a Long, Long Time by Kitty Kallen fills the room with a soft hum as you wash your plate in the sink. The record spins as Bucky gets up, his feet carrying him to the kitchen. His arms snake around you as your hands scrub the plate. "Dance with me." He says quietly, leaning his head down to your ear, planting a kiss onto your shoulder.
"I'm washing my plate, Buck-" you start, but the smile on your face goes against your words. "Who cares? C'mon." He says, gently pulling you toward the middle of the kitchen. Your plate drops into the sink as you follow his tug with a giggle. "My hands are wet." You say as your body presses into his. "Hmm... I don't really care." His voice comes out flirtatious and followed by a loving smirk. You wrap your hands around his back as his hands find your waist. You two move together slowly, occasionally losing rhythm and stepping on the others foot but the action never killed the mood, just made it better.
40's! Bucky who kept a picture of you in his wallet... and in his hat... and in more things he'd like to admit.
"Can you grab my hat on your way out?" Bucky calls to Steve from the front door, his voice echoing through the walls. "Yeah!" Steve calls back, grabbing his coat and then reaching for Bucky's hat. Upon picking it up, a piece of paper falls from the inside, landing softly on the wooden floor beneath him.
Steve bends down and retrieves the paper, flipping it around to see what it was, only to be met with your face staring back at him. Steve pauses before a soft smile starts appearing on his face. Of course. "You got it?" Bucky's voice calls again, a hint of curiosity laced in his voice. Steve's head snaps up at the sound, "Yeah, 'm coming!" He says, slipping it back inside the hat before standing up and walking towards the front door.
He handed the hat to Bucky with a knowing glint in his eyes that Bucky — for once — did not catch. He glances at the inside, trying to be discreet, and smiles softly when your smiling face meets his eyes. He sighs and places the hat on his head before shutting the door behind him.
Original work by @robinwritestuff on tumblr!! (I might be changing my user soon though.)
— bucky barnes / winter soldier
Love an unserious king
Sebastian Stan with Cartier
I wrote a little tonight but it's lowkey almost sunrise so I'm gonna sleep and finish something tomorrow!!
Bucky Barnes would love collecting records. I fear he has a whole collection he doesn't let ANYONE touch. He barely even tells anyone because he has a feeling they'll try and go and mess with it. He guards some of these records like they're a top secret weapon.
The only time I’ll ever agree with Valentina is when she says ❝Well, at least you’re kind of cute.❞ She’s onto something…
kind of is an understatement
I got some requests that I'm working on but if you have anymore do not hesitate to send them in!!
hii can you make gradient line dividers using dark colours combined with white (BTW YOUR DIVIDERS ARE SO CUTEE)
hex code : : #22151F
hex code : : #422d20
hex code : : #380F38
hex code : : #43473E
hex code : : #02074A
hex code : : #5C0000
໒꒰ྀིっ˕ -。꒱ྀི১ : : credit not needed <3
GUYS PLS REQUEST STUFF, I'M SO BOREDDD
I'M NOT A VIOLENT DOG... I DON'T KNOW WHY I BITE
PAIRING : Bucky Barnes x Fem! Reader
WARNINGS : Lots of angst, beware.
WORD COUNT : 523
SUMMARY : He's violent and he knows it. It's rooted deep inside him — it's conditioned in him no matter how much he tries to avoid it. Because where does he always end up? In a battle field.
He's violent. He thinks as he stares at the metal arm that sits on the counter. Just a reminder of his past and what he's done. The ugliest part of him and the most noticeable. Great. He could run states away and the fight will always find him. Sam or some SHIELD member knocking on his door asking for help. Even he's fighting for the good — he hates every part of it. Just an ugly reminder of what he's capable of. What he's done.
He's violent. He thinks after pushing another friend away. He's lost a lot; he can handle another. Maybe it was for the better anyways.
He's violent. He knows it. So, when you and your caring nature, gentle hands that have such a dramatic contrast to his rough, violent ones, try and show him care — he avoids you. It was all he was good for, anyway. He couldn't let you ruin yourself with him. Why waste your time on someone like him.
He's violent. He's reminded after being jolted awake from another nightmare. The Winter Soldier, a ghost haunting him. Like a cloud blocking the sun from shining. He couldn't sleep afterwards — how could he?
He's violent. He doesn't deserve the way your hands feel on his face, trying to comfort him after you had found him awake from another nightmare. Soft, gentle, loving... it felt so good against his rough and battered soul. Like the warmest hug on a freezing day. But he couldn't let himself have it. Instead, he snapped, pushing you further away. He watched as you left with an expression that broke his heart. He bites.
He's violent. He doesn't know why you keep coming back. It's infuriating. He notices your attempt to include him in things. Board games with Sam, little errand runs. You always ask, "Bucky, do you wanna come?" with a hopeful look on your face. In which he rejects coldly. He bites.
He's violent. You catch him deep in thought one day, reassuring him that he can open up. Once again, he snaps. "I don't need another therapist. I already have one, don't I?" He watches your defeated expression — it kills him. He bites.
He's violent. But when you find him silently shedding a few tears when he thinks he's alone, your gentle hands on his back, he can't open his mouth to bite. Instead, he lets himself accept it for a moment. Using his energy to stop the tears instead of pushing you away.
He's violent. But your gentle words, gentle touch, warmth blooming across his skin with every inch your hand covers. Months of watching you from the distance, too scared to get too close. It's better than he could have imagined. Your hands gentle cup his face, every word uttered from your lips he's stared at one too many times, melting his facade syllable by syllable. "You aren't what they made you."
Every sound leaving your mouth comforts every feeling he's had over the years. He slowly leans into the comfort, allowing himself to finally feel what he needs to. He's not violent... he doesn't know why he bites.
Original works by @robinwritestuff. I do not consent to my work being copied and published elsewhere.
LITTLE MISS OPTIMISTIC ⋆˚
PAIRING: Bucky Barnes x Female! Reader
WARNINGS: Some angst maybe
SUMMARY: Bucky likes to keep quiet — he'd rather not get too close. The times he did, well... you see how it turned out. Maybe Sam's optimistic friend will be the person who finally gets to crack that shell... but not without some struggle.
"She'll be here in 5 minutes, can you answer the door while I finish in here?" Sam's voice beamed from the bathroom, Bucky's head lifting at the request. He grunts out a simple agreement before going back to cleaning his shirt, scrubbing vigorously, almost as if the shirt had offended him, to get the stubborn stain of Spaghetti sauce off of it. His muscles ripple under his skin with each thrust of his arm, the scowl on his face growing ever so prominent every time he has to repeat the motion. He knew he shouldn't have worn- Knock! Knock! Knock! -- Bucky's ears pick up the sound as he drops the shirt back into the sink with a soft sigh before turning around to dry his hands on the towel that hangs on the oven's handle — spring themed when it's nearing fall. He takes a mental note on telling Sam he needs to update his decor.
His stride moves towards the front door, his heavy footsteps creaking the floorboards before his hand twists the knob and opens it. What he was greeted with was not what he expected. Your eyes were warm and inviting, no judgement even though he knows for a fact Sam had told you about him. Your posture seemed friendly yet shy, almost like a nervous dog. You finally spoke up, your voice wavering slightly. "Oh, uhm, hi! Are you Bucky? Sa said you might answer the door.." He notices how you play with your fingers, popping them as you speak. "Yeah.. and you must be the friend he was mentioning." He says, voice a bit gentler as he realized you weren't a threat at all, yet it still carried the roughness of a man who's seen too much for his liking.
He opens the door more and steps aside to let you in. You take a step, entering Sam's home and immediately being hit with that familiar smell. The scent of a candle that's way too old but he still wants to hold onto fills your senses — the recognizable aroma invades the home. You hear the click of the door behind you as Bucky closes it along with his footsteps as you make your way towards Sam's couch. You take a seat, adjusting the pillow that always seems to sit awkwardly between you and the couch cushion. Bucky made his way back to the sink, picking the stained shirt that he is seriously considering throwing away now.
You don't say much at first, just observe. One of the first things you noticed was his eyes — they were a beautiful blue, yet they held roughness and a thousand stories. Like they yearned to hold a softer gaze but never can. You pause at the observations before your eyes travel lower, his mouth and jaw were closed tight, obviously struggling with whatever he was doing in that sink. You wonder if it's the action causing the tenseness or if he's always like that. His jaw is covered with some stubble — not a full-on beard but you can tell it's been a few days since his last shave. It suits him though. Your gaze falls to his metal arm, shining under the warm light of Sam's kitchen, reflecting in different areas in each movement. Does he have to clean it? How does he clean it?
You're snapped out of your thoughts when Bucky speaks up. "You always stare?" His voice was monotone and unreadable, that somehow made it even more nerve wracking. You jump slightly, realizing you were lost in thought. You fumble to find words, realizing how rude you must have seemed — not even seemed — been! "I'm sorry! I wasn't staring in a bad way, I was just kind of like.. I don't know observing. I just noticed-" You pause before sighing. "Nothing, I was just trying to observe... I'm sorry." You finally say, your voice laced with defeat and embarrassment. He grunts before responding, glancing at you. "It's fine. You don't seem like you have bad intention." He glances at you up and down before turning back to his shirt. You bite your lip as you finally see what he's been working so hard on. A stain? You can't help but crack a small smile at seeing this big bad super soldier have more trouble fighting a stain than he does with most people.
"That stain got you pretty good, yeah?" You finally say with a small smile. He looks over at you, immediately noticing the very loud amusement in your eyes. He shrugs, "Yeah.. who knew spaghetti sauce would be my biggest enemy." He says with a small playful scoff at the end. You chuckle at his words, watching him struggle for a few more moments before deciding to help. "Hydrogen Peroxide." You say suddenly, making his head snap your way. "What?" He asks, his eyebrows knitting together in confusion as his hands halt their movements. "Hydrogen Peroxide works wonders for stains, trust me." You say, standing up and making your way to the cupboard where Sam kept his cleaning supplies. "Ah-ha" you say as you spot the hydrogen peroxide — snatching it up with a victorious smirk. You hand it to Bucky who wastes zero time before squirting the solution onto the stain and scrubbing.
His eyes watch as the stain lightens, a grin appearing on his face. One that not even he was expecting. "You're a life saver..." he mumbles. You smile and he suddenly realizes how open he was for a moment and starts to retreat back into whatever brick wall he had built up. You don't push but you sit back down on the couch.
As of right on time, Sam comes down the stairs. "Hey!" He says with a smile in which you return. The both of you catch up as Bucky watches silently. Sam occasionally brings him into conversation for a moment before he retreats again. While Bucky seems to be unbothered, his mind is racing with thoughts. "She's just nice. She seems too pure for you, don't drag her into your mess." You knew you could feel a second pair of eyes on you.
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Bucky shrugged on his jacket as he heard Sam's voice telling him to hurry. He hated bars, why would he even go? He kept denying the fact that he was intrigued by you and that maybe Sam mentioned it wouldn't just be them two, he suddenly had a small pull to go. "I'm coming!" Bucky said as he grabbed his wallet and shoved it into his back pocket. He walked outside and got into the passenger seat of Sam's car — the tight leather squeaking beneath him as he settles. "C'mon, Buck, it's not gonna be that bad." Sam urges, his eyes focused on the road. "It could be." Bucky shrugs, his head tilted to gaze out his window as they pulled up to an unfamiliar house. He knew they were picking you up, yet he felt his heart thump in his chest. Every beat heavier than the lasts as he suddenly worried about how his hair looked. His hair? Oh my gosh, Bucky, calm down!
He takes a long inhale through his nose as you walk out. Now not even the stupidest person alive would miss the fact that you were beautiful, it was obvious. Well to him it was. You carried yourself with this unfamiliar warmth that just seemed to pull him in with every aching moment he spent just in your presence. God, why was he so fascinated by you?!
You open the back door and settle in as you greet everyone. "Hi, Sam!" You say, smiling at the man driving in which you get a hello in return. "Hi, Bucky!" You turn to him with the smile and his heart flutters at the sound of his name on your tongue. "Hi." He gives an awkward smile. Sam's getting ready to tease him for his sudden shyness, but Bucky gives him a glare. But what Bucky noticed was that you didn't even show any ounce of judgement. Hmm..
The bar smelt of BO, old wood, and liquor... not the best combination in your opinion and you could tell it wasn't Bucky's either by the sudden furrow of his brows and scrunch of his nose. You smile at the sight. You three find your seats at the bar as you order a drink and so does Bucky. "I'll be right back!" Sam says suddenly before making his way elsewhere. You and Bucky seem to sigh at the same time. While the bar is loud, the silence between you and Bucky is deafening. You decide to break it. "Bars and other... overly populated places aren't really my thing..." you chuckle nervously, stirring your drink while staring down at it. Bucky glances at you. "You too? Me neither." He says and sees how you just nod in response. He knows he's not giving you much to work with, but he doesn't know how to go about this. It's been too long since he's ever had to talk to a woman like this. "You didn't seem like the type to like this environment." He adds, hoping it's enough to keep it going. You turn to look at him and chuckle. "You would be right... but since when were you an expert on me, hm?" You tease, your smile growing wider as your eyebrows raise slightly. He smirks and shrugs, "What can I say? I'm an observant man. Which you also seem to be considering our first-"
You interrupt him before he could finish. "Do not remind me of that. I swear I was just observing!" You laugh, holding your hand up. He feels a pang of confidence s you both start to loosen up. The conversation seems to flow from there. What felt like minutes was actually an hour and a half, and Bucky couldn't remember the last time he felt like this. Until one of your questions brings back that sudden dread. "What happened?" You ask, motioning towards his metal arm. He hesitates, glancing at his arm and shrugging. "Fell off a train.. lost my arm.. kidnapped by HYDRA, it's a long story." He shakes his head, attempting to brush past it. Your gaze softens, not with the pity he's so used to and hates seeing but with tenderness and care. With empathy. "You don't have to say anything if you don't want to.. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable." You say, your eyes filled with guilt and empathy. Bucky shakes his head, "No, you're fine. Really. I'm used to it." You pause, gauging his reaction. "Hey, at least you look badass with it." You say, smiling, trying to lighten the mood. He smiles at that, chuckling softly.
You're about to add on when a guy bumps into you from behind, he doesn't even say sorry, he just continues on. You rub your shoulder where he hit, and you grumble an insult under your breath before looking back at Bucky. The sight you're met with is not what you expected. Bucky's zeroed in on the guy, and you can already read what he's thinking. "Bucky, it's fine — he's a drunk asshole." But the man notices Bucky's stare. "You got a problem, man?" He slurs, turning his whole body towards Bucky. "You bumped into her." Bucky says flatly, motioning towards me. "Yeah, I did? And?" The man adds. "And... I think you should apologize." Bucky adds, his arm extended towards me. "Bucky, it's fine.." You mumble, your eyes darting between the two. "Yeah? Or what, tough guy?" The man says and everything else was a blur.
"Hold still.." You say gently as you press the cloth against the cut on Bucky's forehead. "I'm fine, I've been through much worse. This is nothing." He says, chuckling, trying to dismiss everything. "So? You still deserve to be taken care off." You state before your gentle hands attend back to his forehead. But the words cause his heart to stutter as he pauses. He deserves to be taken care of? You had to be joking. "You think that.. but you don't know everything about me." He says lowly under his breath. His gaze stays locked on the tile of your bathroom floor. "I do." You say certainly. "Sam told me." You add, looking at Bucky. "Yeah, of course he did." Bucky states with a roll of his eyes, still avoiding your gaze. "And even after knowing, I still mean what I said. It wasn't your fault. You didn't choose to be weaponized." He pauses, the stinging in his eyes becoming more prominent. Everything he needed to hear was being said and yet, he couldn't let himself accept it. Every word felt like you were peeling back every layer he had built up — slice by slice, attempting to see the inside that hid beneath them all.
"I need to go." He says suddenly, standing up and grabbing his stuff. Wait, what? Bucky-" You're cut off by the sound of your front door shutting.
Should I make a part 2....???? Maybeeeeeeee.... I had sm fun writing this though! If you want a part 2 let me know! Also my requests are open!
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I love Bob Floyd man. He looks like such a stupid awkward loser, I NEED him.