#bucky requests

[lunexiax]

I really loved “every breath you take” and I was wondering if you could write something where chaos gremlin reader puts Bucky in a situationship where she fucks him on a regular basis but tells him she sees him as a father figure or something just to see what happens. Also can you make him a disgruntled crotchety old man? That’s my favorite version of Bucky. Thanks

copy that, i'm on it 🙂‍↕️

[nexxen24]

Requests Open!!

Looking to see what I can do with some asks so if you like what you see....ask me to make an X Reader and I'll try my best!

Characters:

--John Walker

--Bucky Barnes

--Dr. Frank Langdon

Just a few things:

---Only this character X Reader, no ships outside that. But if you want your request to feature a ship in the background(Stucky, SamBucky, BobLena, Bob/Joaquin) I can do that, but it won't be the focus.

---I don't write heavy smut, the most I'll go is like a very hot kiss scene haha, maybe some missing shirts but nothing NSFW.

-----I've learned to like soft smut so I will do that! No parts named, no real details, an artsy account of it.

---I write better from a female perspective, as one myself, but will make the X Readers a You!(Maybe sometimes a female I, probably just a you tho)

---No heavily triggering topics either please 🫡.

---Nothing taboo also!

An aside: I'll aim to keep them between 2500-3000 words unless I REALLY like the prompt haha.

Thank you again and I really hope I get a lot of Bucky...he's infected me. Dude won't leave. I mean here, have a cute Sebastian as motivation.

[yougottalovebuckybarnes]

May I ask for a Bucky x reader: When a mission goes sour, the guilt was thrown upon her like a ton of bricks! It had been readers first time in the field, but still a comrade had been hurt due a stupid mistake! She knew that they blamed her, that she was a failure, a matter of no worth or their concern. When the public scolding was done, reader was told to stay in her quarters. After packing all her stuff in her suitcase, and cleaning the room and locking the door, she simply ties the noose , that was gonna solve all the teams problem- her spot in the team would be replaced with someone better. At least that was a comfort- that everyone would be alright, after she was gone. Because no matter how they despised her now, she loved them all with every ounce of her being...

Forgive Me (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

A/N: Thank you for the request! As a person who loves to write angst a lot, this was an interesting challenge for me! I changed a few things that were in the request, but they are fairly minor in terms of the overall plot. This is pretty intense, especially in the middle, but it does have a happy ending! Hope you all enjoy! :)

Word count: 4.4k

Warnings: Angst, Steve being a complete d*ck, dark themes (suicide)

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“You never learn, do you?”

A hand grasped my shoulder, and I spun around to find the honorable Steve Rogers seething in anger. His jaw was clenched as he glared down at me. “Why can’t you ever think about anyone other than yourself?”

“I wasn’t being selfish. I thought I had the shot!” I shoved his hand off of me in a matter of seconds but stood my ground. “It wasn’t my fault that I didn’t know that there was another sniper above us.”

“No? I thought you were all about being the hero.” Steve snapped, taking another step closer to me in a way that almost felt threatening. Almost. But I did not dare even blink as the super-soldier invaded my personal space. “Isn’t that what all the papers have been saying?”

I tried my hardest not to wince at his words. Truthfully, I had no desire to interact with the press at all. It was just my misfortune for a stray reporter to find me as I was coming back from my morning jog and demand a statement from me. At the time, I found no harm in it. I simply told him that I enjoyed my job and that I loved being able to help people for a living.

They asked a question or two about working with the others, and of course, I tried to answer as honestly as I could. I loved all of them, and this had by far been the best job that I had ever had. At most, I jokingly commented about the hours being intense. But of course, that greasy-haired reporter decided to twist the truth, and the story spread like wildfire.

Now, I was the egocentric bitch who couldn’t work well with others. The disconnect from the others happened fast. First, it was Natasha who had stopped replying to my texts. Only days later, Wanda was giving me the cold shoulder and it was all downhill from there. It had been hard to gain their trust at all, and now it was all gone. Despite being on the team for quite a while now, they did not want to hear a single word I had to say.

Well, all of them but one.

And that was, of course, Bucky Barnes. The man who I had married in secret just under a year ago, and the only person in this whole tower to trust a word that came from my mouth. He believed me with no hesitation and tried his hardest to convince the others of the truth. But after those efforts failed, Bucky just tried his hardest to make sure we all could coexist, even if that meant only seeing each other when we needed to leave for a mission.

And god, did it hurt to live this way. It did not feel like living, just merely surviving. I could hardly focus on my work anymore, and after watching my husband's body drop with a bullet lodged in his shoulder only an hour previous, I did not know if I could handle it anymore. I certainly wouldn’t if they could not save his life.

I felt my jaw begin to clench as I glared up at Captain America with as much anger as I could muster. Fear was beginning to consume me, and I refused to let any of them see it. “I did not ask to be the hero, but I had to pull him away to safety. What did you want me to do?”

“What did I want you to do? I wanted you to have taken the bullet instead!”

It felt as if Steve had backhanded me across the face. Honestly, I would have preferred that. It would’ve hurt less that his words did. My eyes tore away from him, and bounced around the room, watching the others just simply stare in silence. No interference, no sympathy, no emotion at all except for the same anger that Steve had.

It felt as if my heart had split in two. I loved all of them like they were my own family, and now… it was like I was just another stranger on the street at best, and a nuisance at worst. Either way… my life did not matter to them.

“Well…” My throat grew thick with the threat of tears, but I fixed my gaze on Steve, praying that they remain hidden. “I’m sorry that I can’t take his place, Steve. I’m sure it would’ve made things a lot easier for you.”

Steve remained silent, his expression still hard and cold. And as I glanced at the rest, I was greeted with nothing more than a scowl. Perhaps I had hoped that my tears would at least bring some sort of emotion to them, but they did not. And I did not expect them to.

I turned around and began to walk away, ignoring the piercing eyes that followed each step I took. After rounding the corner, I felt the first tears begin to fall. But I refused to let myself fall apart, not when Bucky’s life was still at risk. After a handful of minutes of walking, I approached the med bay, watching silently as the doctors began to bandage his shoulder. Removing the bullet took less time than I had anticipated, and I finally let myself release a breath of relief as I watched them lay him carefully on the bed.

“Ms. Y/L/N?” I pulled my eyes away from Bucky to see Dr. Helen Cho approach me, a small but confused smile on her lips. “I’m surprised to see you here. Any injuries you need to be attended to?”

“No.” I shook my head gently, glancing at Bucky again. “I’m here to check up on him. “

“He is going to be fine. The bullet was removed and he just needs a few days of bed rest at most. The serum certainly helps with the healing process.”

“Can I sit with him?”

“For the time being, I am only letting family in.” She gives me a sympathetic smile. “But I will let the rest of you come in after he wakes up. It shouldn’t be too long.”

I couldn’t imagine having to run into the others while visiting Bucky, not after our last conversation. It would be a disaster, and although I knew how important it was to him that we kept our marriage a secret for my safety, I had to see him.

“I’m his wife.” I finally admitted, almost laughing at the surprise on Dr. Cho’s face. “We got married last year, and haven’t told anyone else yet.”

“Don’t worry, your secret is safe with me.” She smiled and gestured for me to come in. “I wouldn’t expect him to wake for a while, though.”

“That’s okay. “ I walked across the room to where he lay, my heart aching at the sight of his bandaged right shoulder. “I just needed to see him.”

If she had said anything else to me, I did not hear. All my focus was on Bucky, my heart aching even more as I saw the bruises that were speckling his face, including a nasty black eye. I leaned down and gently kissed his forehead, feeling my lips tremble against his skin before pulling away.

I took a seat in a chair next to his bed, gently taking his right hand in mine as I simply watched him sleep. Despite the relief in knowing that he would recover, the ache in my chest remained as painful as it had only minutes previous. Perhaps Steve was right… it would’ve been easier if I had taken the bullet instead of him. It would’ve certainly been a much smaller funeral.

“Oh, baby…” I could barely manage to murmur, my tears finally beginning to fall free as I sat next to him. “You have no idea how badly I wish it would’ve been me. I would trade places with you in a heartbeat if I could.”

The words felt so broken and bitter, but I knew them to be true. There was nothing that I wouldn’t give to have traded places with him at this moment, regardless of how Steve or the others felt about me. After all, Bucky had gone through, he deserved to live a full, happy life. And I would gladly sacrifice my own to make it happen.

And perhaps it would be for the better if I did. Bucky would still have Steve and the others. He would still be happy here. And that was all that I ever wanted for him.

“I had to tell Helen that we got married… that was the only way she would let me in.” I sighed softly, already imagining the look on his face when he found out. “It was a little funny how surprised she was. I suppose it makes sense. How did a girl like me wind up marrying a man as wonderful as you?”

I could already hear Steve’s voice echoing down the hall, and I closed my eyes, preparing for yet another confrontation with him.

“I have to go, Bucky. I love you so much.” I stood up and gently kissed his forehead once more before making my way towards the door leading out of the med bay. I turned once more, glancing blurry-eyed at my husband’s unconscious figure in bed before moving into the hallway. “I pray you will forgive me one day.”

The words felt heavy, and truthfully, so did my soul. It was my fault that he was here, and that guilt would follow me forever.

The moment I stepped out into the hallway, Steve Rogers had just begun to round the corner to approach the med bay. He paused, his eyebrows furrowed, almost questioning why I was there in the first place. But he just shook his head, bumping past my shoulder harshly before entering the room where I was only a minute earlier. I closed my eyes, praying that I would not start crying for what felt like the hundredth time that day.

“Glad to have you back, Buck.”

My eyes flashed open, and I turned to see that my husband had finally regained consciousness, smiling brightly despite having been shot in the shoulder only hours previous. I felt both Wanda and Natasha brush past me, not nearly as harsh as Steve had but still as dismissive. The giggles and good-natured laughs between all of them made my heart ache even more but reminded me that I was right.

He was surrounded by so much love, so many familiar faces. It seemed that all Bucky knew these days was laughter and happiness, and the thought of that made me smile. The pain from his past was finally beginning to disappear, and this new chapter in life was beginning.

Bucky would be okay.

Without looking back into the med bay, I began to walk toward the elevators, wanting nothing more than to escape this tension. It wasn’t until I reached my room and had turned on the water to my shower that I realized how tired I was. The person looking back at me through the mirror was indeed a shock.

Strands of Y/H/C hair wildly sticking all over the place, a solid bruise painting the skin of my jaw. It had been a rough day, and I looked like I certainly had an awful one. But it was my eyes that truly took me aback.

It wasn’t the red that rimmed them or the soreness of my eyes that caused me to freeze. It was the exhaustion and hopelessness that they held.

The women before me in the mirror appeared to be broken, shattered. And I certainly was.

Not even the warmth of the water or the scent of my favorite body wash comforted me. My tears had ceased, but the emptiness inside remained. I quietly pulled on some sweatpants and a t-shirt before climbing into my bed. It felt oddly empty, considering that I shared a bed with Bucky most nights. But I eventually found some sort of comfort, laying quietly in bed wrapped in blankets while staring at the ceiling.

My last conversation with Steve played over and over again in my head, particularly his last words to me.

“What did I want you to do? I wanted you to have taken the bullet instead!”

I slowly rose from the bed and walked into the bathroom, greeted with a much more presentable image of myself in the mirror. With shaky fingers, I opened the mirrored door, finding all of my familiar toiletries inside. I slowly pulled the bottle of painkillers from its place on the shelf and shut the door. I leaned against the opposite wall, and slowly sank to the floor, my eyes closing once more to prevent tears from falling.

Perhaps a bullet was more of what Steve had in mind, but death did not care which way we came to lose our life. And quite frankly, neither did I.

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Bucky’s POV

The first thing I remembered after starting to regain consciousness was the sound of my bride's voice. Her words were soft murmurs, almost as if my head was underwater. “Oh, baby… you have no idea how badly I wish it would’ve been me. I would trade places with you in a heartbeat if I could.”

Y/N’s voice was broken, tears lingering behind her words that she desperately tried to hide. She carried guilt that did not belong to her and I wished so desperately I could get myself to wake up completely and hold her.

It was my fault we hadn’t noticed the sniper above us. The entire mission was chaos before this had happened, bullets flying and more HYDRA agents appearing by the second. Our target was only a couple dozen feet away and Y/N did not hesitate to step forward to shoot. The sniper had been fast, but I had been faster, able to push her out of the way and take the bullet directly to my flesh shoulder. I couldn’t remember much after that, just the sounds of my wife crying as she tried to drag me to safety and then the voices of the others that boarded the jet.

“I had to tell Helen that we got married… that was the only way she would let me in.” She sighed softly, but with a hint of a laugh emerging in her next sentence. “It was a little funny how surprised she was. I suppose it makes sense. How did a girl like me wind up marrying a man as wonderful as you?”

If I had been fully conscious, I would have rolled my eyes at her last statement. It was quite the opposite, as much as she tried to deny it. Before Y/N, I had never imagined this life. Falling in love, getting married, perhaps a few children a few years down the road. I didn’t think I deserved this happiness, but I was thankful to have it.

“I have to go, Bucky. I love you so much.” I felt her soft lips against my forehead, and I knew I was only seconds from fully regaining consciousness. “I pray that you will forgive me someday.”

Forgive her? There was nothing to forgive. Sure, this had been a terrible day, but I made that choice. She did not deserve to carry that pain with her. But with that, her voice disappeared and I heard new voices grow louder. I slowly opened my eyes, wincing at the brightness of the white lights above me.

“Glad to have you back, Buck.” Steve Roger’s face came into my line of vision and I smiled at the sight of my closest friend.

“I guess I got lucky this time, eh?” I couldn’t help but joke about this now, knowing that I had survived what could have potentially been my last day on Earth.

“Lucky would’ve been you avoiding the shots, to begin with,” Steve replied, and I rolled my eyes. Before I could speak again, Natasha and Wanda came into the room, friendly smiles already lighting up their faces.

“I guess the Winter Soldier isn’t completely invincible, huh?” Natasha teased.

“I suppose not.” I laughed, looking at both of them brightly. “Thanks for coming to visit. Although I shouldn’t be here much longer today.”

“IF your shoulder is healing well, Barnes.” Dr. Cho’s voice chirped, stepping close to inspect the bandage. “You will be on bed rest for a few days, though.”

“I can live with that,” I responded, accepting my fate of time off. It couldn’t possibly be that bad.

I frowned, looking around and not seeing her face anywhere. “Where’s Y/N?”

The three of them looked surprised at my question, not expecting it.

“I’m not sure. She may have gone to her room.” Steve shrugged, seeming indifferent to this conversation.

“What happened?”

“Nothing happened.” Steve’s voice was defensive, and his brow furrowed. “Why are you so concerned about Y/L/N?”

“Why have you continuously treated her like she doesn’t belong here with us?” I snapped, feeling uneasy about what had happened between the four of them when I was unconscious. “She earned her place here as much as I have.”

“The way she has spoken to the press about us and her job has made it hard to be all warm and friendly with her, Bucky.”

“You would rather trust a nosy journalist over your friend?” I scoffed, unsurprised that Steve was holding this grudge still but worried that things have gotten worse. “That speaks more about you than her.”

“Y/N does not belong here, Buck. “ Steve shook his head slowly, essentially ignoring my words from only moments ago. “She certainly did not belong with us on that mission today. That was abundantly clear.“

I froze at his words, understanding the implications behind what he said. Steve blamed her, and by the looks that Natasha and Wanda were giving me, he was not the only one.

“Don’t.”

“Bucky, she was being arrogant. She-“

“This was not her fault, Steve.” I glared at him, ignoring the slight throb in my shoulder as I moved to sit up further. “She had the shot. We didn’t see the snipper in time, and I pushed her out of the way. This is on me.”

“Bucky…” Natasha sighed and parted her lips to speak, but the sharp look I gave her silenced her immediately.

“No, I don’t want to hear it. The way you have all treated her is absolutely disgusting. And most of that has been when I was around. So, tell me, Steven, why isn’t Y/N here right now?”

The room went quiet, the three of them glancing at each other uneasily.

“Bucky-“

“No more bullshit, Steve.” I snapped, nearly seething with anger as he continued to dance around my question. “Tell me what happened.”

Steve looked at me, his eyes beginning to water and his mouth beginning to open to speak. But the sound of FRIDAY chose the perfect timing to interrupt.

“Sergeant Barnes, your wife is showing signs of severe distress. She is currently located in her room on the third floor. “

“Your wife?” Steve’s voice was nothing less than shocked and even sounded a little disgusted. But I did not wait around to address him again.

It took only a matter of seconds to make it out into the hallway, despite numerous protests from Natasha and Dr. Cho, and took what felt like an eternity to make it to Y/N in our bedroom. Each step felt heavier than the last, my pulse racing as the last words she spoke to me rang in my mind.

"I pray that you’ll forgive me someday."

The door hit the wall with a loud smack, but I frankly could not give a damn about what potential damage it inflicted on the wall. “Y/N? Doll, where are you?”

Soft sobs echoed in the bathroom, and I immediately opened the door leading inside it. My heart dropped as I found Y/N collapsed on the floor, a bottle of pills loosely grasped in her hand. The lid had been popped off.

“Baby.” I sank to my knees in front of her, taking her face in my hands urgently. “I need you to tell me how many you took.”

Y/N’s bottom lip trembled, and she tried to look away. But I refused to let her, gently pulling her back to look at me. “Doll, how many-“

“I couldn’t do it.” Her voice was weak, tears still steadily falling down her face. “I-I tried, but I couldn’t.”

“Okay, sweetheart.” A wave of relief rushed over me at her words, but the sight of my wife falling apart on the bathroom floor only made my heart ache more. “Can you give me the bottle?”

Her eyes flickered to her hand holding the bottle, fingers tightly clenching the plastic. But Y/N nodded slowly, lifting her hand to place it in my grasp. The moment it touched my hand, I placed it on the counter and gently moved to pull her into my arms.

Y/N’s body trembled as she cried into my chest, and it took everything in me not to do the same as I whispered repeatedly into her ear. “You’re going to be okay, baby. I promise.”

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After some time had passed, I quietly moved the two of us back into the bedroom, placing her onto the mattress before climbing in next to her. She lay quietly for a few moments with her head resting against my good shoulder before she lifted her head to look at me. The soft Y/E/C eyes that I had fallen in love with were red with tears, filled with a pain that nearly broke me in two. “I’m sorry, Bucky. “

“Sssh.” I gently pressed my lips against her forehead. “You don’t need to apologize.“

“I do,” Y/N mumbled, sniffling softly. “I didn’t mean for any of this to happen. You getting shot, and then you find me here. It should have been me.”

“Baby, stop. It wasn’t your fault.” I shook my head at Y/N’s words, gently tipping her chin up to gaze down at her. “You can’t blame yourself for this. I made that choice. I will always put you before me.”

“It’s not just me who thinks I’m to blame.” Her voice was a broken whisper. “The others, Steve - “

“What did Steve say to you?” I interrupted, already feeling tense at the mention of his name.

“He told me that I was selfish…” Y/N finally admitted quietly, her eyes looking everywhere except at me. “He thought that I was trying to be the hero, dragging you back to the jet after what happened. And he thought… that it should’ve been me.”

The hurt in her voice did not even compare to the expression in her eyes. It was as if she believed them, accepting the terrible things they said without a second thought. And I had not been there to stop this from happening.

“I’m going to kill him.”

“No, you are not.” She let out a small snort of amusement, giving me the same reassuring smile she had given me thousands of times before that only served to mask her pain. “That man is your best friend. How could you function in the 21st century without him?”

“This isn’t funny.” I scolded gently, my eyebrows furrowed as I gazed down at her. “You are my wife. I do not care if it's Natasha or even Steve who says these things. You do not deserve to be treated like this, especially because of things you never said.”

“Bucky, I have done everything I can to try to convince them that what was printed in that article wasn’t true.” Y/N’s smile faded as she took my left hand in hers, squeezing gently. “They will never believe me. And I realize now that this is how things will be. “

“No. It cannot be like this anymore, doll. “ I shook my head, my own tears finally bubbling to the surface at her words. “Look at what happened today… it nearly destroyed both of us. “

“What if Steve was right?” Her blunt response tore right through me. “I was hurt when he said that he thought it should’ve been me, but… at least things would have been easier. No one here would care if I came home or not. “

“Do you have any idea how devastated I would be if something happened to you?” I whispered brokenly. “My priority, always, is to keep you safe. I will take a hundred bullets to the chest if it means that you are safe, and you are alive. “

“Your happiness should be a priority, Bucky.” Y/N sniffled, sitting up and resting her back against the headboard. “They make you happy. Steve, especially. Who am I to stand in the way of that?”

Out of everything that she had said, this stung me the most. Of course, I was happy around everyone else in the tower. I had become good friends with most of them and was the closest with Steve. But nothing would ever compare to the happiness that Y/N had given me. I had never expected to find love, and I honestly thought I did not deserve to. But falling in love with her was so easy, and it brought me more joy than anything my life in the 40s ever had.

“You make me happy.” I sat up next to her and took her hand in mine again. “Always. I have loved you since the day we met, and I plan to spend the rest of this life with you. If they can’t accept that, we can spend it away from here.”

“Bucky…” Y/N sighed, the wheels in her mind clearly beginning to turn.

“I’m serious.” I gently place a kiss on the top of her hand and smiled at her. “I promise you, I won’t be giving anything up. You are my happiness, doll. Wherever you go, I go. “

She nodded slowly, her eyes beginning to pool with tears. But for the first time this evening, her eyes were filled with hope and happiness.

“I love you.”

I smiled and cupped her face, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to her lips. “I love you too, doll.”

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A/N 2: I was conflicted on the ending. I wasn't sure if I wanted to have Bucky confront Steve, but this was already over 4k words lol. Anyway, if any of you are interested in a part 2, let me know. I think this works fine, but I think I kinda suck at writing endings. XD.

-M <3

[sweetdreamsbuck]

may i please request neighbor!bucky also being a camboy 🤔

Cherry

camboy!Bucky x neighbor!f reader

words: 4k+

warnings: smut! dom!bucky, bratty reader, neighbors, both have silly little baby brains because i think it's funny, bucky is YOUR neighbor AND a camboy???? all the warning you need. mutual masturbation (f +m)

a/n: don't know if i even like this but i wrote it and finished it and i want a neighbor bucky fck. i wrote this on my phone and didn't proofread it lol. mistakes are obviously all my own! sorry this is so late. i hope this is okay for you <3 mwah

IF YOU ARE  NOT 18+, DO NOT INTERACT WITH THIS.

You didn’t always know who he was. His name was James-- his username was, at least. He never bothered to show his face, keeping some form of privacy for himself. It didn’t matter to you, you just knew that he was the most perfect specimen to ever walk the earth. With his thick neck crowning his broad shoulders, a perfectly sculpted chest adorned atop the most chiseled torso you’d ever seen, leading to the most delicious deep v that seemed to teasingly point to his beyond impressive cock.

He was huge in every possible way; but that wasn’t what made him stand out so beautifully to you, no. His left arm was entirely metal. A prosthetic that couldn’t be described as anything but magnificent; always glowing faintly with a bold shine in the lowlights of what you assume to be his bedroom. It mimicked the look of his right arm, all down to the exact cut and curve of each of the gorgeous muscles he had. Through your dimly lit web screen, even just the mere size of him caused a flutter in your heart and a throb between your thighs. And his voice-- a low and demanding baritone that overwhelmed your senses and ignited every nerve in your body.

After having found and joined on his page for a few of his group live sessions, you knew you desperately needed something more intimate than what you were paying for. You now knew the intoxicating tease of his low voice and needed it all for yourself. The first time you heard him whine out Oh, just like that. Wish I could feel your soft hand wrapped around me. God-- needa feel your warm lips wrapped around my cock leave the speakers of your laptop as you watched him pump himself furiously, whining and bringing himself closer and closer to the edge, you needed to hear your name fall from his lips-- even if it was just your username.

That’s what got you here, sitting at your laptop at 8:57 on a Thursday night, dressed in nothing but a matching black lace panty set. 9 pm was your time together. After seeing your tips come in a few times over the course of a few months, he knew you well enough by username-- Cherry-- and looked forward to your private sessions.

He wouldn’t be able to see what you were wearing but after the first mind-blowing session you had together, he made a list of rules he expected you to follow. One of them was to always wear something sexy, reasoning that his Cherry deserved the best.

You quickly place an order for dumplings from your favorite Chinese food place, knowing it would get to your apartment just after tonight’s session and you’d need to eat afterward.

Placing your phone down, the face of your laptop lit up with the knowing signs his connection was about to go through. His broad chest popped up, basically taking up the entirety of your screen, metal arm looking as pretty as ever. He was wearing a tight black shirt with fitted black jeans and a belt that clearly wasn’t needed-- only wearing it to tease you. It would only make getting his pants off that much harder and he loved how impatient you could get.

“Hi baby girl, missed you. Been looking forward to our time together all day. Couldn’t stop thinking about my Cherry.” You couldn’t see it, but you could hear the smirk on his face as he said it.

Your chest swells at “my Cherry”, and you quickly lean forward to your keyboard, already typing out your greeting as soon as his voice filled your room.

Hi Jamie, been thinking of your cock all day

You watched as his chest moved as he chuckled at your message, “Yeah baby? All day?” He moves his hands so they are in perfect view of the camera, metal softly tracing above his annoying belt buckle while his flesh hand slowly moves up and down his thigh, taunting you, showing you that you’d never actually get to lightly trace his thick legs you dreamed of so often.

All day Jamie, even had to stop from touching myself like you asked me to

One of the rules he had set for you was about touching yourself during the days where you guys had sessions booked. He was the only one allowed to get you off on those days. It drove you both crazy, knowing that he had the power over you without even knowing you.

He moans softly reading your message and traces his hand over the growing outline of his cock through his jeans. “That’s my good girl, always doing what I ask. You’re gonna touch yourself soon, okay? Gotta get you warmed up first pretty girl.”

You whine and nod your head as if he could see you, but the low chuckle he lets out tells you he knows the power his words hold over you.

Please Jamie, been hot all day thinking about you

“And what’ve you been thinking about?” he groans out, thinking of you clenching your legs together all day at the thought of him, being so good for him not touching yourself to relieve your need. He starts slowly undoing the buckle of his belt while he softly palms himself with his forearm.

Your gorgeous thighs, wish i could be between them.

“Oh Cherry, what else? Need that baby, need more.” Removing his belt, his fingers tease their way towards the hem of his tight shirt.

Riding your thigh and jerking you off Jamie, been dying to.

So wet just thinking about you

There was a lot of truth to that. You didn’t even need to get yourself into a mood to talk with him. It flowed so freely, you never imagined feeling something for a man you’d only meet through a laptop, but here you were, wishing you could do every dark and perverted fantasy you’d ever had with him.

He groans and moves his hand to palm at his growing crotch while he brings his metal one slowly up his torso to finish removing his shirt. “If only you knew Cherry, want that so bad. I know you’d be such a good girl for me. My dirty girl, getting herself off on my thigh, ain’t that right baby?”

You felt a shiver rip through you at his words while you watched him palm himself harder and quickly moved to type Yes Jamie, so good for you. Need it so bad.

You felt your thighs becoming sticky and you hadn’t even laid a finger on yourself yet.

“Cherry, play with those perfect tits-- God I know they’re amazing. Wish I could be the one teasing them baby.”

Need you to touch me Jamie

Sending the chat, you bring your hands to play with your lace-clad nipples, imagining what it would be like to have his giant hands on you, teasing and toying at your hard buds.

“Unh baby, you wearing a bra like a good girl? Take it off. Need to feel those pretty nipples. Can you do that for me?” He brings his hands up his stomach as his abs contract. You watch as his metal hand goes over his nipples, shivers left in its wake as the cool feel of the metal and air works its magic.

You whimper as you quickly work to remove the black lace and throw it absent-mindedly across the room. You immediately bring your hands back to your boobs, squeezing them and tugging at your nipples. Your hands just aren’t big enough to help your imagination wander crazy with thoughts of what he’d feel like. Bringing one hand down to your keys you type out

Not enough, hands aren’t big like yours. Need yours Jamie

He whines reading the message and he quickly coughs to try and cover it up, not wanting to show just how crazy you make him. “Pretty girl, suck on your fingers. Get ‘em nice and wet for me. Bring ‘em to your nipples, pretend they’re like my tongue baby. God, you want that? Wanna feel my mouth on you?”

You whimper doing as he says and feel a new wave of shivers overcome you. Bringing your free hand down you quickly type Need your mouth everywhere

Your lace panties are completely soaked by now, but you were waiting for his instruction before you dared to touch them. You had to be good for him, you already made it this far. But what would happen if you didn’t wait? You’d never been bold to do something like that before. It’s not like he could actually do anything to you if you disobeyed him, he was only in your laptop screen. But then again, you were desperate to know how he’d react.

A new wave of excitement overcame you as you made your mind up. Slowly bringing one hand down to your waist just above your panties, you toy with the skin there a bit nervously, trying to work up the courage to touch yourself before he instructs you to.

The sight of him pushing his jeans down his legs to reveal his throbbing cock, leaking red and angry against his stomach, sans underwear was enough to push you. He didn’t wear underwear to tease you? Okay-- you didn’t need underwear then either. The surge of bratty confidence overwhelming you, you shiver as the cold air hits your wet center while removing the fragile lace.

Moving one hand up to toy with your nipple, you bring the other down to your aching center. You shudder as your cool fingers dip into your wetness, swiping around your slit and dragging some to coat your clit. Rubbing slow circles, you drop your head back and listen to him talk while he pumps himself.

“Can just imagine your mouth on my neck, on my cock, your warm tongue playing with me. Drives me crazy, I know that tongue of yours is magic, yeah? Witty mouth like yours, know that mouth is heaven, Cherry.”

You whine and speed up your movements, plunging two fingers into your dripping entrance while flicking your thumb on your sensitive nub. You were already so close, so worked up from just the sight of him pleasuring himself and the thought of ignoring his rule.

Bringing your other hand down to your keyboard you wait a second thinking of just the right thing to say. What will get him going?

Smirking and rolling your hips into your hand slowly, you type out

Mhmm my fingers too Jamie. Wish you could feel them right now

they feel so good

His movements completely stop when he sees what you wrote. You see his shoulders and chest tighten and his cock twitch in the open air of his room. You continue your movements, slowly, knowing just the amount of pressure to apply that will keep you on edge and wanting more but also in anticipation of what he’ll do. You add another finger.

“What do you mean, they feel so good, Cherry?” You practically feel the venom-laced words dripping from his lips slapping harshly against your aching center. You whine and feel your walls clench around your fingers at his deep tone. He is not happy.

Pleased with his reaction, you bargain for more

They feel so good inside me

Wish they were yours

So wet, could fit my whole hand

Bet your huge cock couldn’t fit

Need you to stretch me Jamie

My fingers aren’t enough

He whines pathetically and you watch his cock throb angrily, pre-cum leaking from his almost purple tip. He brings his metal hand down to his cock and slides his thumb over his slit, spreading his pre-cum around his length. He flicks his wrist a bit at his base and starts pumping himself while bringing his other hand down to fondle with his balls.

“Can’t believe you think you can touch yourself without permission.” He growls, clearly taking his frustration with you out on his angry cock. He moans as he pulls at his heavy sack, metal hands going back to circle at his tip just the way he likes. “You’re not coming tonight,” he barks, furiously working his member, “Only good girls get to cum. You’re gonna watch as I get myself off, Cherry, because that’s what girls who don’t listen have to do.”

You whimper at the thought of not coming and having to watch him get off, but you’re just so close. You could feel the coil in your lower stomach grow tighter and tighter and a few more brushes at your clit and you’d be seeing stars. But you already disobeyed him enough tonight. What if you obeyed and just told him otherwise? He’d never know. And you loved seeing this new frustrated side of him.

I don’t know Jamie, I’m the one with my hand in my warm pussy right now

He moans and starts pumping himself faster. “Not fair, baby. You know I’d give anything to touch you. Please! God just-- Cherry you are not coming. Take your hand out of my pussy now!” The low growl of his voice had your head spinning. How were you supposed to stop now? You were far too gone.

Your pussy feels incredible around my tiny fingers Jamie

Can’t wait to watch you finish with me

You can tell by his trembles and cries how close he is and how annoyed he is at the situation. His legs are shaking and his chest and stomach have a light sheen of sweat on them. He looks so beautiful. “Stop being a damn brat! I’ll end this call right now Cherry. Right before I finish.”

No he won’t. He physically can’t, you know what his body looks like right at the brink of completion. And he enjoyed this too much.

Not if I end it first

Watching his orgasm overcome him, you hear him moan loudly and beautiful chants of your name leave your laptop speakers and fill your room. You keep circling harshly at your clit and bring your other hand up to your pinch at your nipple, the last touch you need before a loud thumping in your ears and a sea of white overtakes you.

“What am I going to do with you?” he groans out, his intense orgasm still racking through his body. Hot white ropes of his release leaving his throbbing member, covering the skin of his tight abs and metal arm. “You are something else.”

You smile, your breathing trying to return to normal as you say your goodbyes in the chat.

Oh, you enjoyed it baby. Xo

He smiles, and you hear him chuckle and blow you a kiss.

Shutting your laptop closed without even bothering to exit the site, you smile brightly still trying to catch your breath. He was so hot angry. Where did your confidence come from?

The knock at the door brings you out of your pleasured daze and you quickly wipe yourself up and grab your robe to slip into to go grab the food.

Opening the door to your apartment, you’re greeted with the aroma from the delivered bag on the floor mat and your next-door neighbor Bucky, just closing and locking the door to his apartment. Catching your eye, he nervously waves and sends one of his warm smiles your way. He seems a bit out of it, hair disheveled and a warm flush on his face.

“Hey Y/N! Chinese? Sounds good. About to go get some myself.” His smile was so infectious. It made you want to invite him inside to share yours but you changed your mind when you quickly glanced down to note you were only wearing a thin robe and you must still appear flustered from your session with James.

After months of subtly trying to get Bucky to spend some time with you, you reasoned he was just reserved and closed off, not trying to take it too personal how he never seemed to play into your advances. He was always so kind, so it could be worse.

But there he was, looking a bit flustered himself but delicious as ever in his signature leather jacket and matching gloves you never see him without. You can’t help but wonder what was hiding beneath all the leather every time you heard his precious giggle light up the entirety of his face. He was so beautiful. And after that empowering session with James, you feel a sudden air of confidence take over you.

“You know Bucky, we’ve been neighbors for how long now? 6 months? You ever gonna take me up on my Friday night movie offer?” You smirk leaning against your doorframe holding the bag of dumplings you could care less about right now.

His face blushes even more so and he smiles softly looking at the floor. Shaking his head with a slight chuckle, he looks up and his eyes nearly knock the wind out of you. Stepping a bit closer to you he breathes out, “Yeah uh, yeah actually I am. That sounds nice Y/N. Tomorrow okay? I’ll bring wine?” His shy demeanor was going to be the death of you. He was nothing like your James, and that made you want Bucky even more.

The spark and fire that James brought out of you in your video sessions was absolutely perfect. He helped you regain ownership of your sexuality. But there was something just so appealing about how sweet Bucky always was. Someone like that was missing in your life and he seemed perfectly matched for you. Maybe after tomorrow night, you wouldn’t need to call James anymore. Maybe the sweetness of Bucky was the new flame you needed to kindle.

“Sounds perfect Buck, I’m a merlot kind of girl, hope that’s okay with you.”

He smiles widely at this and shakes his head, “More than okay with me, doll.” As you smile widely at him about to turn back into your apartment, you notice the left sleeve of his jacket slide up and get caught on his elbow.

No. It can’t be.

Your eyes widen and you feel your heart start to race at the sight of the small gleam of metal staring back at you, almost mocking you. He catches your gaze on his arm and he nods knowingly, disappointed in your reaction. You were just another person freaked out by his arm, and not even the entirety of it. Just from the small sliver now showing, just proving why he always covered up.

He shuffles his gloved hands around a bit, “Yeah uh, my uh arm isn’t exactly my arm. If you know what I mean. That’s why I usually wear these damn things. If it freaks you out I can uh. I ca--”

“No!” You yell shaking your head furiously, moving closer towards him, hoping the nearness eases his concern.

It’s him.

There’s no mistaking that beautiful metallic shine.

Your Jamie.

The thought of him feeling like he has to cover it so people don’t react exactly how you idiotically just did hurts your heart. But how do you let him know it’s because you’re his 9 pm on Thursdays? How do you let him know that you’re a customer of his? A customer that he frequently gives mind-blowing orgasms to through a screen to a person who unknowingly happens to be living right next door.

“No, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to make you think-- I mean. I am not freaked out, I promise. I’d never… no. It’s just surprising, that’s all! You always have it covered. It’s uh, real pretty Ja- uh Bucky. Should show it more.” Cringing at your horrendous attempt, you quickly add, “So tomorrow at 7?”

The look on his face lightened a bit, but you still could sense the apprehension of your pathetic attempt to cover up why you actually got so flustered. How was this even going to work? Pretend you never paid him for his services? Pretend you haven’t seen all of his gorgeous body so much so that you fantasize daily about it? Pretend you didn’t develop feelings through a screen only to find he’s your incredibly perfect and shy next-door neighbor?

You smile a bit, thinking of how different he is from his online persona. Online he’s so confident and certain and dominating. In person, he’s just a shy little angel.

Or maybe he wasn’t.

He lets a soft smile sit on his lips at the sight of yours. “Sure Y/N, tomorrow. Night, then.” He turns quickly leaving you at your door watching him walk away. When he turns the corner you let out a breath you didn’t know you had been holding.

Holy shit.

Bucky is James. Bucky is James.

Tomorrow couldn’t seem to roll around any slower. Your anxiety was at an all-time high. What if he didn’t want to see you anymore after he found out? What would his reaction be? Would he be freaked out that you’ve been paying him and he’d want nothing to do with you? Should you even bother telling him? Of course you had to, it felt like an invasion of privacy at this point. Maybe you were making it all up. Anyone could have a metal prosthetic. This is all just some big coincidence.

You hear a heavy knock at the door and feel your heart throbbing in your ears. Going to open the door, you brush down the front of your top and fix the zipper of your jeans before letting him in.

Bucky is standing there in a short sleeve shirt, jeans, holding a bottle of red wine, without his jacket or gloves. The sight of the arm up close nearly makes you pass out. Yep, there’s no mistaking it. James is Bucky.

He catches you staring and smiles softly, “Hey Y/N, figured I’d let my arm breathe for the night. Is that okay with you?” Before he could even get the question out you were excitedly nodding your head at him.

“More than okay. I meant it, it’s real pretty Buck.” You grab the wine from his hand and gesture for him to follow you into your apartment. You can’t help but notice the growing blush that blooms along his neck and face at your comment. It’s soft and radiant, just like him and his damn arm.

Looking at him scan your apartment and take in his surroundings, you open your arms as if to say welcome to my small place, hope you find what you’re looking for. He chuckles at your nervous body language and it immediately calms some of your nerves. Some of them; there’s still that other big issue you have yet to figure out how to disclose.

“So what movie were you planning on showing at this Friday movie night event of yours?” Shit. You almost forgot why he was here. “Don’t exactly see a TV anywhere Y/N, you know, so we could watch a movie.” He smirks at you, clearly catching you off guard.

Laughing softly, you point your head towards your bedroom, “My uh laptop is in there. I don’t have a TV but I promise, the screen on my laptop is pristine. Perfect for the couch too,” you wink. “Let me go get us some glasses and you grab my computer and set it up on the table for me, okay?” He smiles at you and turns towards your bedroom door.

You let your shoulders relax for a second and close your eyes. Letting out a shaky breath, you try and get control of your nerves. Everything is fine, he is here, you’re here, everything will be okay, he wants to be here with you.

You feel your nerves dissipate until you look up to see Bucky standing in the doorway of your room, a shit-eating grin covering the entirety of his face.

Walking into the living room with your laptop in his hands, you suddenly remember the last time you used your laptop the night before and the last site you had been on. His web page, the one you forgot to exit out of. How could you be so stupid?

The look of pure satisfaction on his face as he met your wide and frightened eyes was enough to tell you he’d figured it out. He knew now.

He turns your laptop and smiles with his eyes, taunting you so that the screen is showing his sculpted chest on display at the top of his page. He sucks his teeth at you and tuts disapprovingly, “This how you wanted me to find out? Paying me to get you off all this time, I’ve been right next door. Hmm? How long you know it was me, Cherry?” You gulp and feel a pool of wetness envelop the underwear now sticking to you as the shy and sweet demeanor of Bucky now fades. You couldn’t manage to get any words to come out of your gaping mouth. This is the James you know-- only it was actually Bucky. Looking at you with a burning hunger in his eyes, he closes the laptop and places it on the table.

He slowly starts removing his shirt while stalking towards you, eyes and piercing smile never leaving your shocked face. Your body can’t help but shiver lightly as he corners you in towards your living room. No amount of screen time could’ve ever prepared you for the feeling of seeing his body and his beautiful arm in all its glory right in front of your face. Tangible and present, you couldn’t help but reach out to touch him.

He hums, puckering his lips teasingly and shaking his head. “I don’t remember saying you could touch me,” he squints his eyes at you while bringing his metal hand to grasp your chin. Bowing down to your eye level, he squeezes at your jaw, forcing you to look him in the eye and you can’t help the whimper that escapes your throat. He chuckles darkly, “Hmm, now that I think about it, I don’t appreciate your behavior lately. What happened to my good girl?”

His eyes travel down towards your lips and he licks his own, internally fighting the terrible urge he has to give in and kiss you. Glancing back up into your lust-filled eyes, he gains back some of his composure. He brings his other hand to stroke at the side of your face, “You don’t get to touch me since you want to be a brat. You don’t get to cum until you’ve earned it. Don’t have a screen to hide behind this time huh? Can smell my pussy crying for me to stop already. You’re gonna let me ruin you tonight-- ruin my perfect little pussy. Ain’t that right, Cherry?”

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Hi- may I ask for an angst-mix with Bucky x reader: she had her share of abusive/toxic relationships in her past, but it was nothing she spoke of, and not now when she had James. It wasnt like she thought she was gonna be triggered again, not by him, any other guy- buy not her Bucky! Some tiny bickering evolved to a large dispute, and before she knew what was happening, she shied away from him, making herself small, awaiting the blow - that never came... And instead she was overcome by shame...

Pasts and Apologies

Bucky x Fem!reader

Word count - 3k

Warnings - Mentions of domestic abuse from ex, some descriptions of abuse, angst, trauma

A/n - Okay I definitely went hard on the angst for this one. I kinda just went off on one so not so much bickering and more just a full blown argument but I've been feeling kinda angsty lately so I kinda accidentally made this darker than I expected. Please read the warnings and do not read if you think this could trigger you.

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Love had not been kind to you before Bucky. Every decent memory of your ex was clouded with uncertainty, you would walk on eggshells around him, terrified that saying the wrong thing would set him off and you'd be calling Sam again, sobbing down the phone, cradling another bruise at the hands of your 'partner'.

You were together for years, devoted to and unconditionally in love with the man that you had met in high school. Childhood sweethearts.

He always was quick to anger and he wasn't shy about that. He never had any issues with shouting at you when you pissed him off, just as he never had issues with shouting at his mother or younger brother, but at the time, you had always stood up for yourself and defended the poor woman, making him apologise, and he let you, he always let you clean up his messes.

The first few years were spent in ignorant bliss, you constantly ignored the fear that would creep up your spine when he got angry, but you could manage a screaming match or two, you could manage it all because you loved him, you depended on him despite that he wasn't at all dependable.

The arguments were tough, but you never expected it to go further than that, but eventually, it did.

The first time he was physically aggressive was on his 22nd birthday. He had insisted that he spend his birthday with his friends, calling it a guys night, and you were fine with that, you knew how handsy he got when he was with his friends anyway, so you spent the day with him instead, making sure to keep him happy and spoilt rotten.

As the night crept on, you had tried to wait up for him to return, just as he had asked, but as it passed 3am you decided that he wouldn't mind you going to bed since you had work the next day, so you crawled into bed and fell asleep, a mistake, at the time, you didn't know you had made.

When he returned half an hour later to see you unconscious, he woke you up with his shouting, angry that you hadn't stayed up for him, convinced that you were ruining his night on purpose. The loud awakening was enough alone to trigger your fight or flight but when he threw the duvet off you and grabbed your ankle so tightly you knew a bruise would form, you were terrified. He dragged you off the bed and pushed you towards the door, telling you to fuck off, and you did, tears streaming down your face as you laid awake on the couch till morning.

It only got worse from there, when he realised that he could hurt you and get away with it, it became his favourite past time, he'd look for reasons to shout at you, make you do things that would piss him off just so he'd have a reason to be cruel.

When Sam started noticing dark bruises on your skin, he was livid, and despite how often you'd try to convince him that it's just clumsiness, Sam knew better.

There were rare days that you would have long conversations with Sam, you'd talk about how you'd lost all your friends and distanced yourself from your family but you didn't blame your abuser, you blamed only yourself, and Sam would beg you to leave him but you'd be sobbing in his arms, telling him that you still loved the man who hurt you, that he didn't really mean to hurt you and you'd feel even more guilt if you ever got him in trouble for it.

It was a long and hard journey, but the moment you told Sam that you wanted out, he was there for you, offering you to stay at his place and helping you call the cops. He gave you all the resources he could possibly find through the VA and set you up with an amazing therapist and eventually you were living in your own place, talking to old friends again, and filing a restraining order against your ex.

It was nearly two years later when you met him. Introduced through Sam, you met the love of your life on a Sunday. He was quiet and focused, with hard eyes scanning the room, looking for escape routes, analysing people's faces.

You smiled gently at him when you met, opting for a small nod in greeting instead of a handshake. You stayed near him for the remainder of the gathering, not pressuring him to speak to you, just sitting in silence. You were drawn to him, his behaviour was so similar to yours.

You knew what it felt like to want to just blend into the corner, to stay unnoticed, you understood the need to know how to escape a room, and you saw the way he hesitantly returned your smile and then struggled to chase his smile away once you had sat down beside him.

You and Bucky soon became each other's rocks, always there for the other on the hard days, days that you would spend just walking or reading together in calm silence. There was no doubt that the two of you loved each other, and after months and months of trying to hide longing glances and blushing cheeks, you finally confessed to each other, and the rest was history. You trusted him like you had never trusted anyone before.

As your relationship progressed, Bucky started to notice some strange things in your behaviour, how you'd always ask his permission for you to go out with friends, how you were always quick to apologise in any situation and distanced yourself from him when he was the slightest bit irritated.

He had tried to ask you about it, but you always changed the subject as soon as it was mentioned, ensuring him that it was nothing to worry about.

To tell the truth, you were embarrassed, you were ashamed that your ex still had this effect on you, and no matter how many times you told yourself that he would never, that your Bucky would never, your brain refused to allow you to believe it and you continued with the odd behaviour that you used as a defence mechanism when in the abusive relationship.

You never spoke out of line, you never asked him where or who he was going out with, and you never let small bickering escalate.

It was only after you had overheard Sam and Bucky in a heated conversation, Sam scolding Buck for being reckless and stupid during a mission, that you had your first argument with him.

You had called Sam while Bucky was at the store, convincing him to tell you what had happened and after a few minutes of guilt-tripping, Sam finally confessed that Bucky had practically ran into open fire, endangering himself in an attempt to shut down a Hydra base, it could've very easily been fatal, and it wasn't the first time something like this had happened.

You knew it was wrong, you knew you should've just asked Bucky about it, but you couldn't help yourself, and you knew that Bucky would've downplayed the whole situation.

When he returned home you were pacing up and down in the living room, chewing the inside of your cheeks and your nails to pieces because you could've lost him, Bucky could've died and he was acting as if it were nothing.

"Doll?" You could hear the worry in his voice as he placed the shopping bags on the kitchen counter and walked over to you, standing in front of you to stop your movement, pulling your hand from your mouth and kissing your knuckles.

It was supposed to calm you, and it almost did, but as his soft lips grazed your hand, and his eyes met yours, your mind kept wandering to the fact that he could've died.

This moment could've never happened, instead, you'd have Sam or Steve at your door, trying to deliver the news of their best friend's death, your lover.

"Honey speak to me" He looked utterly confused, but the look only made you feel angry.

How could he be so reckless?

"I just got off the phone with Sam."

He froze, eyebrows furrowing and taking a step away from you, waiting for you to explain.

Your gaze didn't move from the floor, trying to even out the anger and worry rushing through you, settling like a heavy rock in your stomach.

"He told me about the missions, about how you've been acting."

"What do you mean, how I've been acting?" He scoffed, sounding offended, and you sighed.

"How reckless you've been acting. Sam said that Tony's considering pulling you out of missions! How many times have you endangered yourself like this? How many times is it gonna take for you to realise that you could fucking die out there, James."

Your voice was stern, and the tone felt foreign against your tongue. Bucky's kept his face hard, refusing to show any emotion, but you could see the way his jaw clenched harshly, eyes glued to the corner of the room, ignoring your fiery glare.

"Were you ever going to tell me? I thought that all the injuries you got were fairly normal for the jobs you do, but when I hear that you run into open fire, that you make decisions on your own before talking to your team, that you've gotten fucking stabbed in the past, and you never told me, how do you expect me to react?"

He sighed heavily through his nose, jaw ticking in annoyance towards his friend, angry that he had told you even though it wasn't his place.

"I told him not to tell you." His voice was gruff, the words spoken harshly under his breath and you felt your anger flair again.

"What and you think that's okay?!"

His gaze shot to yours, looking at you incredulously.

"Bucky we're partners! You're supposed to tell me this shit, you're supposed to tell me when you've nearly died on a mission, you're supposed to trust me."

"You think I don't trust you?!" His voice was slightly raised and you felt your annoyance spike, "I didn't tell you because I didn't want you to worry."

"Of course I'm gonna worry, James. This is a big deal, I can't believe you've been getting seriously injured and not telling me."

"Well, I don't think it's that big of a deal, Sam shouldn't have fucking told you. This wouldn't be happening if he had just kept his mouth shut, but no! Of course not!" Bucky's eyebrows were drawn in tight with annoyance, wishing you'd just drop the subject, "I'm not stupid, I know what I'm doing."

"What the hell do you mean 'You know what you're doing?' You know that you're not supposed to endanger yourself to complete a mission, yet you do it anyway. I'm glad Sam told me because otherwise, I doubt I'd ever find out!."

"I don't see how what I do on missions is anything to do with you. Sam is exaggerating. I'm fine!"

As Bucky's voice raised, you started to lose focus, flashbacks of your past echoing in your mind and in his annoyance, Bucky didn't notice the way your eyes had gone distant, losing sight of the man in front of you, the man you loved, and forming the image of the man you still see in nightmares, the man you're so terrified of seeing in the street that you haven't stepped foot in Queens since leaving him.

You could almost feel the sting of his palm against your cheek, the burn of his hand, tight around your wrist, and you tried to remind yourself that it wasn't real. It had been months since you'd had an episode, and your steps to control them were hard to find with the false image of your abuser so clear in front of you.

"Are you even listening to me?" The statement dragged you back to reality and you felt yourself calm when your eyes focused in on Bucky, reminding yourself that your ex wasn't here, that Bucky wasn't like that, he would never, but as he raised his arm to push his hair out of his face, everything flew out the window and in the moment, you were 21 again and you were sure he was going to hit you, your exes face flashing behind your eyes again.

You flinched, a gasp falling from your lips as your eyes squeezed shut and your head ducked down, breathing heavily through your nose as you awaited the hit.

Time slowed.

Bucky froze completely, his eyes wide and frantic as he quickly stumbled away from you, shaking his head as self-hatred ran through his veins, disgusted at himself for making you think even in the slightest, that he would ever hurt you.

"Doll?" He sounded absolutely broken.

Your head shot up, panic flooding through you when you realised what you had done and pain replacing the feeling when you saw the agony on Bucky's face.

"Y/n, I- I would never-" He kept his voice at a pained whisper, not wanting to scare you further as he stayed at a distance.

You collapsed to the floor, sitting on your knees as the weight of the situation pulled you down. Your hands raised to cover your mouth as a sob threatened to tear through you, so fucking ashamed of what had just happened, so fucking ashamed that your ex had done this to you, and you had let him for so long, ashamed that he still haunted you.

"Babydoll I-" He struggled to find the words, terrified that he had just lost you, wanting to reach out and hold you but scared shitless of hurting you more than he already had, "I don't know what- I'm so fucking sorry y/n, I can't- I can't even fathom the thought of-"

His voice trailed off, unable to even say the words and you felt your guilt tenfold.

"N-No Bucky, I'm sorry I thought-" You struggled to speak through your crying, hot tears flowing down your cheeks as you rocked yourself gently in an attempt to self-soothe.

"Why are you apologising honey? This is on me, this is-"

"No, it isn't, I promise Buck this isn't you, it's.." You couldn't get the words out, you couldn't tell him, "Just come here, please."

You wanted him to wrap his arms around you, you needed him to know that it wasn't him, you know the way his mind works and you knew that by now he would already be drowning in guilt and self-hatred.

"I don't think that I should. I don't want to hurt you, I can't- I can't hurt you" You smiled at him gently through your tears and your chin wobbled as you saw the tears running down his cheeks too.

"It's okay. I'm okay Bucky, I just- I-I need you over here, I need you - I need you to touch me. I need you."

He was over in an instant, falling to the floor beside you and letting out a huge sigh of relief when you instantly wrapped yourself around him, tucking your head into the crook of his neck and crawling into his lap, needing to be as close to him as possible, to rid the memories of the pain, to remind yourself that his touch is good, his touch is safe.

Arms enveloped you and he held you as tight as possible, the both of you crying.

After the two of you had calmed down and a comfortable silence enveloped you, Bucky knew he would have to break it.

"Why did you think that I would hit you?" He asked, his voice tentative and gentle and you sighed, knowing that it was time for you to tell him.

"I didn't, I don't, I promise."

You lifted your head from his shoulder but still stayed on his lap, instead, resting your forehead against his.

"Then why-?"

"I thought I was better, I-I thought it was all over but I just- I lost myself again. Everything got all foggy and I lost where I was and I just, I thought I was there but-" The floodgates opened again and you knew that Bucky had no clue what you were talking about but the words just kept coming.

Bucky's eyebrows were furrowed tightly and when your vague, confusing explanation only made his worry grow, he felt himself pulling you even tighter against him.

"Doll, Did someone hurt you? Is that why you're always walking on eggshells around me? Is that what the nightmares are about?" He struggled against the words, not wanting to say them because he didn't want to believe them and he watched in agony as you swallowed hard and nodded slowly, your hands coming to rest on the back of his neck as you continued to hold your forehead against his.

He refused to let his anger show, he wouldn't do that to you, especially with you so fragile, but he couldn't hide the pained shaky breath he let out at your confession, "Fuck, I'm so sorry. God, I'm so sorry that that happened to you. Was it your ex? Did he hurt you?"

You nodded again, doing your breathing exercises, and calming yourself so that you could explain your situation fully to your partner.

"I should've told you, I know, I just, I'm so angry that I'm still like this, I just wish it would all go away and I could forget about what he did. I thought I was better. I can't stand that I'm still so haunted by that asshole" Bucky nodded along as you spoke, brushing his fingers up and down your back to help calm you.

"It's okay, Doll. Things like that don't just go away. Believe me, I wish they did too, but things will get better, I promise you that. Thank you for telling me."

You scoffed in self-deprecation, "I should've told you ages ago."

"That doesn't matter, you've told me now, and I'm sure it wasn't easy, so thank you for sharing" His voice was so gentle, his hands caressing your back almost making you feel sleepy.

"And Buck?" He hummed in response, letting you know that he was listening, "About the mission thing, I'm just worried about you. I can't lose you, I need you, and I need you alive."

A gentle smile lifted his frown and he nodded in understanding, feeling bad for getting mad in the first place, and you leaned back, looking down at him, your hands playing with his hair.

"I know. I'm sorry for being an idiot, It's just so hard to look at them and remember what they did to me and know what they've done to so many innocent people and I just lose it, all rationality out the window" You nodded at him, understanding how painful some of the missions must be.

"I'm sorry I got so upset with you, and I'm sorry I went to Sam instead of talking to you. Don't be mad at him, I kinda forced him to tell me" You gave him a sheepish look and he breathed out a small laugh, his nose crinkling like you always loved.

"It's okay doll, I'm sorry for being so careless and hiding the stuff about the missions, I promise I'll be more careful, I gotta make sure I always come home to my sweet girl. And don't worry about Sam, you deserved to know and I know what you're like."

You tutted at him and he smiled in response, the adorable, loving look on his face making you pull him into the sweetest, softest kiss which he instantly returned.

After sitting together in each others embrace for a while, the yawns eventually started. You were both positively exhausted from all the emotions you had both just experienced so Bucky wrapped your legs around his waist and lifted you both from the floor, discarding the groceries still left in bags in the kitchen and carrying you to bed, holding you as close as physically possible as you both drifted off to sleep.

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Hi there. Can I request mafia!bucky x little!ftm reader, where maybe someone breaks into the house and the reader has to force himself to be big for a little bit just so he can fight them off and then he runs to the little safe room and goes little there, bucky finds him there and comforts him, just an angsty and fluffy fic. Sorry if this is too specific and if you don't feel comfortable doing it. Thank you ❤️

safety compromised

Mafia! Daddy! Bucky x little reader

1,802 words

Edited to the best of my ability.

Warnings: age regression, names like daddy, baby, baby boy etc. Mentions of paci, onesie,stuffy, chest binder, pull-up, some violence, panic, weapons etc . This was falsely labeled as ddl(gn) at one point

For the trans ftm littles <3

Pronouns used: (he/him)

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Back in the beginning when you had first moved in with Bucky, you were already been aware of his line of work, and the severity of the situation especially with you being his little. He has you in training with his trainer but still, if you weren't little as often as you are hed let you accompany him on intel meetings, but that is very much not the case.

The day he showed you around he left a very specific room for last, this room was in the basement of the house, he made it very clear that this room was not for fun, this room is for severe situations like major panic attacks, depressive episodes when he’s not there, but most importantly break ins, in that moment he had seen your face pale in fear, he followed explaining that something like that should almost never happen especially with the heavy line of security he has outside the house 24/7,but its very important to be cautious, especially when you have people out for not just him but anyone he is close to.

That day he had sat in there with you talking about the room, about safety and that he would do anything and everything to protect you.

He set up your hand print in the system and since than you never even considered a day you would have to go in that room for safety from others rather than safety from your mind, but apparently that changes today.

Bucky had left a few hours ago for a meeting outside of town, messaging with you before the meeting began, but now he’s busy so you’re sitting on the floor, wearing your chest binder, the pull-up, onesie and shorts he put you in today, your stuffy sitting on the table as you draw pictures for your daddy as cartoons play in the background.

The first sign that something is happening is the silent alert sent to both yours and Bucky’s phones, and than all lights shifting from a soft yellow to an almost blinding florescent white, the hall lights strobe in hopes it will disorient the intruder long enough for you to get to the safe room.

Panic set in quickly and for just a moment everything in your mind went blank, moments of panic usually push you further into the depths of your little space but panic was quickly doused in adrenaline, all of the precautions set and the training might come to use.

You had been frozen with panic screwed you over with the protocol, the next best thing was to grab the gun  inside a false book on the shelf and a hand blade from tucked under the lip of the table where Bucky usually sits.

Making it to the furthest back room and going to grab the key to the door to the basement but its not there, you haven't touched it and Bucky doesn't come back here, there's got to be a "minion" of another boss on the inside, the panic sets in even heavier not because the thud of boots calling out for you in the shadows of the three floor house with the occasional squeaky  board.

You run to the opposite side of the back of the house to get to the second basement entrance but get stopped midway there by a tall, brooding man with massive arms and an intimidating smirk on his face, "hello sweetheart, what are you supposed to be?" He grasps your shoulder with one hand pushing you to the wall, his hands ravaging your frame when you swing your unsheathed blade across one of his biceps, hooking your heel behind his knee making him stumble enough for you to slam the pommel of the handle againstthe bridge of his nose.

a discombobulated gaze from the burly man follows the unreasonably loud crunch of his nose being shattered, you take off down the hall to the room you were going to, holy fuck i just hurt someone, the thought rings through your mind as you sprint down the back-steps to the basement.

Three doors down on the left and you place your shaking hand to the scanner, the door unlocking letting you in, you close it and set every lock you’re aware of to it, a grated metal covering falls from the ceiling in front of the door on both sides, upon the sound of four heavy duty automatic deadbolt locks latching.

You drop both weapons and with a panicked heave from your compressed chest rips its way to the surface of your voice, a sob so broken and desperate of some sort of comfort.

You tuck yourself into the corner of the room pulling one of Bucky’s old hoodies to your chest and burying your face into the somewhat scratchy fabric muffling your mewling and unsteady gasping for untainted air. All you want is Bucky, you want daddy and he’s not here to save you.

You have no idea how long you’ve been in the safe room but it was long enough for you to either cry yourself to sleep or hyperventilate yourself to unconsciousness, either way when all the locks and protective equipped layers are open and Bucky steps in, he finds your limp body in the corner of the room as if you’d been thrown in, his hoodie in your clutch, your eyelids puffy and swollen with deep red streaks drawn down your cheeks most likely from scratching at your face in your panicked state, accompanying the soft pink tear streaks like old riverbeds.

His heart breaks into a billion pieces, his baby boy went through something he tried his utmost best to keep him out of, he didn't care if they targeted him but not his boy, not his fucking baby boy, thankfully the prick who decided going for his love was the smartest idea didn't realize not only is Bucky a powerful and terrifying mob boss but his little one is just as brutal when attacking. When he had gotten to the house he had come rampaging through the house ready to kill whoever it was, but what he found made him proud, the man who tormented you in your own home was crouched on the floor clutching his nose with two separate puddles of blood on the floor.

He had finished the "destruction" of the intruder that you had started.

Bucky carefully closed the door behind him, picking up the weapons and setting them on the shelf, than comes to your side taking the hoodie from your gentle hold and wiping the blood on his ringed fists, tossing it to the side and lifting your unconscious body into his lap, keeping you close in his arms, your head against his chest running one of his hands through your hair, placing the occasional kiss to your temple.

Slowly but surely rising back to consciousness you carefully nuzzle yourself further into the familiar hold, you’re safe, you’re okay now.

You look up to him with tears of his own rolling down his cheeks.

"I was big, I did what you said, i 'memberd" a soft chuckle rattles in his chest, "you sure did buddy, you really incapacitated the bad man, and you made it to the safe room, I’m so so proud of you baby " you thank him and shift how your sitting so your legs are bent at the knees, one on each side of his own and your padded bum on his thighs,  resting your torso against his, almost falling asleep in the silence while he types on his phone with one hand and his other running up and down your back.

"Hey bug, were going to go stay at uncle Stevie’s house for a couple nights while a new group of security gets in" you nod your head, too exhausted for anything else,  he stands up still holding you and makes the way upstairs.

He sets you on the bed and packs the bags with all the essentials including (stuffys name)  than quickly changes your pull-up, you usually put up a fight when he does it but you’re too tired, he gets you situated in your outfit again but adds one of his hoodies on top.

You fall asleep in the car as one of Steve’s chauffeurs drives to uncle Stevie’s.

Once at Steve’s, Bucky lets you rest in the spare room you’re both occupying for a few days, Bucky Cuddled up with you on his chest again while he reads, eventually after a couple hours you stir from your nap and move a bit, I luvs you" you murmur, pushing you lips to his for a quick small peck, he smiles to himself at just how adorable you are like this, all sleepy and cuddle up, in his hoodie.

"I love you too sweetheart" he shifts and stands up, "we got to get you all clean, uncle Stevie still has rubber ducky’s her for you" you nod as he takes you to the bathroom and helps you out of the hoodie and dirty clothes, being very gentle with the chest binder as to not hurt you or make you uncomfortable in hyperawareness of your body.

Softly running his hands up and down your arms, taking your hands in his and placing delicate kisses to each and every bruise left on your body.

The bath was warm and comforting but you really didn't like being out of his arms so instead of having fun  and playing with the bath toys you cut it short after letting him wash you up.

He pulls you out of the emptying tub and wraps you in a fluffy hooded towel Steve has for when you're over, Bucky carries you back to the bed getting you into another pull-up and jammies handing you (stuffys name), "do you wanna eat or should we just watch shows and sleep?" He changes into shorts and no shirt, his vibranium arm reflecting the intricate twisting and winding tattoos of his right arm, keeping eye on his body watching how the picture shift as his muscles do, "jus shows and seep pease" he nods getting into bed and cuddling up with you, giving you your paci, your rhythmic suckling as a sign of just how exhausted you are, turning on a show that you both eventually fall asleep to.

In the comfort of his arms nothing is bad but after that fiasco it’d be an understatement to say you both have separation anxiety and fear of it happening again.

Whenever he goes to meetings in the future he either has uncle Stevie or Sam watch you just for the extra precaution, cause he’d beat himself up even worse if it happened again and hes pretty sure nothing could stop him if you were taken from him.

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Thank you so much for your request i had alot of fun writing it, it helped me realize i am able to write more than just fluff, sorry it took me longer than i hoped, my essential tremor is irritating today

Today random song was chosen by you, you chose song number eight, soldiers poem by muse

Edit to this one and another: this is a link to someone elses post of the same idea, when i got this request i couldn't find where i had read the post it reminded me of, the author of the original idea mentioned this one aswell so please go check out her work <3

[fandoms-writings]

I have some bad scars on my leg I'm self conscious about from an accident a couple of years ago and I would love it if you could write a fic with reader x bucky where he helps her with an injury and discovers scars she is trying to hide and is reassuring about them. Thank you.

Scar Tissue

A/N: I wrote this on my phone, so I apologize if it’s a little choppy.

Word count: 1.2K

Warnings: canon level violence, blood, injuries, scars

Bucky Masterlist || Main Masterpost

Being an avenger sometimes meant coming home with some pretty gruesome injuries. For those on the team who aren’t super powered or have a suit of metal, of course. It was just another stealth mission, like the hundreds you’d done before. Sneak in, get the file, sneak out. That was it. Well, that’s all it was supposed to be.

You and Bucky had gotten caught, and all hell broke loose. You two were a force to be reckoned with when you fought side by side, but you were outnumbered. The level of skill you both had didn’t matter. You knew you had at least a rib broken - if not more, your head was pounding and your ears ringing, but it wasn’t anything you hadn’t been through before. So you kept fighting. Until something lodged itself in your thigh, pulling an angry cry from your chest.

Your leg was already littered in scars, so the blade that made its home in your muscle had torn through thick scar tissue, causing it to hurt that much more.

You noticed Bucky's head whip in your direction as his eyes went wide. You landed an elbow into the neck of the man who stabbed you, slamming the heel of your boot to his temple to make sure he wasn’t gonna get back up. The kick sent a bolt of pain through your nerves and you bit into your cheek to keep the scream from leaving your throat, the taste of copper flooding your mouth.

You remembered stumbling over your own leg, it was going numb, before you landed on the concrete hallway of the hydra base. You tried pushing yourself back to your feet, but your arms trembled and gave out under you. The room was full of chaos but your vision was tunneling and it all became a blur as you flipped yourself to your back.

There was a large flash of white from the windows above you as you reached down to touch your leg, your fingers coming back coated in red. Your breaths were coming in short as the shock started to take over, the adrenaline quickly draining from you.

You could hear the sound of a repulsor before another flash of white blinded you. Dizziness filled your head as it lulled to the side. The faint shout of your name barely reached your ears as the darkness took over.

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You could feel the faint pressure of hands on your body, on your leg. There was something resting over your mouth, a tiny stream of cold air hitting your lips. Your fingers twitched around cold metal and a hand was resting on the crown of your head as your eyes fluttered open.

Voices were shouting around you, but none of what they were saying was landing on your ears. As your eyes cracked open, your vision was still blurry but you could make out a figure next to you. Grey blue eyes rimmed with red were flitting over your body before they froze down at something out of your view.

Your leg was numb but you could feel the relief that the cold air brought, telling you that someone had removed your pant leg. You tried to squeeze your fingers around the familiar metal that encased your hand, getting the attention of the man sitting next to you.

“Bucky…” your voice was silent, but his eyes snapped back to your face, widening when they noticed you were awake.

“Hey, doll,” his words were laced in worry and your vision started tunneling again, shadows creeping in around the edges. Bucky leaned in close so you could hear him above all the commotion.

“You’re gonna be okay, sweets, just go to sleep. I’ll be here when you wake up,” he pulled away from your ear to place a tender kiss on your temple. He gave you a gentle smile and the darkness took over again.

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The smell of rubbing alcohol filled your nose as a steady beeping filled your ears. The bed beneath you was firm and the sheets were rough on your skin, but there was a warmth around your legs that kept you comfortable.

You felt your nose twitch before you could stop it, and your eyes squinted open, letting the harsh white light through your lashes. As your vision adjusted to white room, you were able to notice the large windows that were open, and the dark clouds that littered the orange pink sky. You saw the tv mounted in the top corner across from you playing the news on mute. A shifting weight that caused your bed to dip drew your eyes to your left.

A mop of brown hair on top of folded arms rested on the edge of the mattress, next to your hip. The gentle rise and fall of his shoulders told he was asleep, something he didn’t do often, and a small smile crawled on your face, cracking your dry lips. You brushed your fingers along his elbow, just enough to feel the warmth of his skin.

His breath hitched and his head slowly raised, revealing tired eyes accompanied by dark circles. When his steel eyes met yours, they widened and a smile broke out over his parted lips.

“Hey, doll,” he whispered as he sat up straight and reached for your hand, intertwining your fingers together and rubbing circles over your knuckles with the pad of thumb, “thought we lost you there for a second.”

“I’m right here,” your voice was hoarse from unuse and your throat dry. He let your hand go, reaching for a cup of water. After helping you take a small sip and putting it back on the table next to your bed, he leaned forward resting his elbows on his knees.

“How’s your leg feeling?” You looked down to the blanket and lightly ran your hand over the injured muscle.

“Sore, but I can’t really feel any pain, not yet at least,” you smiled at him again but his face didn’t mirror it back. His lips dropped into a small frown as he took a small breath.

“Why have you never said anything?”

“What are you talking about?” Your brows knitted together as you watched him fiddle with the metal tips of his left fingers.

“Your leg…the scars…” Your heart dropped at his words. You didn’t even realize it was the same leg that had been stabbed, everything had happened so fast, how would you?

“Bucky - I - it’s not something I like to show off…” You looked down to your hands that were fiddling with the sheets, much like his own. The accident that permanently marked your leg wasn’t something you spent a lot of time talking about. The memory lived in the back of your mind, and it was typically under lock and key.

“You don’t have to show it off, sweetheart. But no one even knew.” He scooted his chair up and reached for your hand, “You don’t have to tell me what happened if you don’t want to, but I just want you to know that you shouldn’t be ashamed of them.” You snorted at that.

“You should take your own advice, Sarge,” you nodded to his left shoulder, the one he never let see the light of day unless he was alone. A soft chuckle rumbled from his chest.

“How about, we work on our scars together. How’s that sound?” You squeezed his hand, the smile returning to your face.

“Okay, together.”

He smiled and brought your knuckles to his lips, “Together.”

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