bucky x reader
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Warnings:: au mafia; fluf; angst; mafia!bucky; little a bit stalker!bucky; barista!reader; soft!bucky; f!reader; brif mens of clouse; shy!reader; use of nickname: sweetheart, doll;
Summary: One day you received a gift from a stranger and with each passing day you received more and more gifts…
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The last thing you wanted was to search for a gift that couldn't please anyone, but you always have to find excuses to please someone at your own expense. However, you didn't want to show up empty-handed, as it bothered no one. Except perhaps yourself.
As you walked, you noticed a flower shop with flowers that looked beautiful. The colors blended beautifully, revealing nothing about the fragrance. The sweet scent delighted your nostrils as you approached. You didn't look inside, just stared. Perhaps it was a gift you could give, but you weren't sure how much it would cost. You didn't want a full bouquet, but three flowers would look sad next to each other.
You didn't touch the flower petals, you just approached them and inhaled.
Pink tulips.
You froze, realizing you couldn't buy them after seeing the price.
Luckily, you didn't see anyone nearby, and without even checking, you quickly walked away. You shouldn't have been embarrassed, but you felt it anyway. It was a silly feeling that also reminded you of how long ago you'd received the flowers.
College.
Which you didn't want to go back to. Which you hadn't even finished, let alone paid off, which you were still paying off to this day. You didn't even know why you went to college, or rather, you did. But you didn't want to think about it, not even about it.
Now you were reminded of your ex-boyfriend, whom you didn't want to think about either.
But before you could delve deeper into your thoughts, which were weighing even more heavily on your mind, someone interrupted you.
"These are for you."
You glanced at the man in front of you. Tall, very tall. You didn't want to say you'd never seen anyone that tall, and that would be a lie, because you'd probably met someone, even knew who.
Don't think about it. You repeated to youself.
Beautiful, handsome. You weren't sure how to assess this person before you. Dressed in dark colors, a little too elegantly. Too elegant. Longish brown hair, a well-trimmed beard. But his eyes. Beautiful blue eyes. Reminiscent of a calm sea. But his gaze was strange. There was something behind them. Curiosity? Softness? Or maybe danger. You weren't sure. Or maybe you didn't want to know.
Only after a moment did you realize he was holding something in his hands. You glanced at what he had in them and were surprised to see the flowers. The very ones you wanted to buy. The ones you almost touched. The ones you saw moments ago. You glanced back at the stranger and weren't entirely sure what to do, or rather, what to say.
"Thank you, but I can't accept this." You said timidly, nervously shifting the bag on your shoulder, trying to guess your own feelings.
"And I insisted." "He pushed the gift closer to you. It was almost as if they were already in your arms. "Something beautiful for a beautiful lady."
You stood there, staring at him. Pleasant shivers ran down your spine, and you smiled shyly. You looked away from his penetrating gaze. You felt warmth begin to envelop your face.
"Thank you," you said, but you didn't reach for the flowers. You wanted to reach for them, but…
You hadn't received such a compliment in a long time. Not even from a handsome man. You have fallen so low.
"Accepting them would be a thank you, sweetheart."
You looked at him, surprised when he used that word, because a stranger wouldn't say such things.
"We've known each other for five seconds." It sounded an octave higher than you intended.
"That's enough for me." His self-confident smile was starting to intimidate you with each passing second.
Now you saw that he was older than you, but not so much that it bothered you. You weren't young yourself, but you were definitely younger than him.
It would still make it seem like something was wrong with him, but you weren't sure what. Maybe it was the way he looked at you, almost too intensely, with that smile. Softly, when he looked at you with a slightly chilled expression. As if he saw something in you that you couldn't. Maybe you forgotten what it was like to have someone look at you.
Truly see you.
"These flowers suit you very well. Here." He practically shoved them into your hand, and you couldn't do anything about it.
"They're beautiful." You glanced at them as you said it.
"Just like you."
You glanced at him quickly, trying not to cringe at his words, and returned your gaze to the flowers.
You let out a fake laugh.
"You probably say that a lot." You said before biting your tongue.
"No. Only to you." You glanced at him. He smiled at you as he spoke those words.
You felt yourself melt inside. You gripped the bouquet tightly.
But he began to look, somewhere behind you.
"I have to. See you later."
Before you could do or say anything, he quickly moved away from you. You stood in the middle of the sidewalk in shock, unsure of what had just happened. Your brain needed time to process everything, where your body was, you already knew everything. What a strange, new sensation began to invade your body.
A very, very handsome older man, complimenting you. He gave you flowers. For no reason.
You felt strangely grateful, though you didn't want to accept anything about it so quickly, but the smile on your face said otherwise. You felt your stomach tighten as you glanced at the flowers, because they were the same ones you seen earlier. And as you returned home, you told yourself it was just a coincidence, and even if it wasn't, he probably saw you looking at them. Sometimes that happens, after all.
You've completely forgotten why you even went shopping.
You were just standing behind the counter and didn't expect to see him. The very next day. At your place of work, smiling at you when he saw you. Just like yesterday.
Coincidence, right?
"We meet again." He didn't even say hello.
"Yes…" You said a little late. "What can I get you?" You asked politely, trying to resist his gaze, which made you feel small.
"I'll take your word for it?" he said, leaning against the counter and tilting his head slightly in your direction.
"What do you like?" You asked, trying to sound professional.
"You decide. I think whatever you choose will be good."
You glanced at him for a moment wary. You knew what he was trying to convey with his words, but as you can see, things don't always work. Just like now. Maybe he sounded too much like a man who does too much.
"I don't think so. Not everyone likes the same things." You said it more to yourself than to him.
"Let's find out. What do you recommend?"
You sighed, a little dissatisfied, and glanced at the menu, which you were already familiar with, but you tried to buy yourself some time. Not because you couldn't hold his gaze, behind which there were too many hidden things.
"Icelate?"
"And dessert?"
"Croissant?" It was the first thing that caught your eye.
"And what do you usually get?"
You glanced at him. You were very, very sure he was flirting with you. You tried to ignore it every time. Not only because you had little experience with it, but also because it had been years since you remembered how it worked, though it should have been obvious. You weren't sure if you wanted to get involved either, even if it was nice to have someone notice you. However, you felt a certain distance within yourself. Maybe it was just nerves.
You told him, ignoring your feelings.
"Are you sure?" You asked, looking at him questioningly.
"Yes. I like trying new things." He paid, and you wanted to give him the change. "Keep the change."
"It's actually a hundred dollars." You laughed nervously.
"I know, keep it."
Your eyebrows shot up, and you wanted to give it back to him, but he interrupted you.
"A tip." He said without even looking at you, because he was staring at something behind the window, but when you looked, you couldn't see anything.
"Have you worked here long?"
Your gaze shifted from the window to him.
"Yes." You tried to fill his order as quickly as possible. "Two years." You added after a moment, for reasons unseen.
"It must be nice working in a place like this."
You glanced at him, but you couldn't read much into his expression. Was he interested in knowing more about you, or was he just trying to fill the silence between you?
"It's alright. The area is safe."
He didn't ask another question, just watched you. You tried to ignore him, but it was hard when he didn't even try to hide it. You wanted to tell him to stop, but you didn't want to deprive him of the satisfaction of it, not knowing how he would react. But you also felt ashamed, knowing how those words would sound. You were trapped.
He seemed pleased with the turn of events; perhaps he even noticed your discomfort, how you tried to hide your glances at him when he smiled at you.
"Good." He responded to your words, surprising you. He glanced around the room and then looked in your direction again. "If anyone starts causing trouble, tell me. I'll take care of them."
"What?"
You looked at him, not hiding your shock.
The words sounded like a threat, though their meaning was far more dangerous. You didn't know if it was a warning to you or for you. His relaxed expression seemed to suggest otherwise, but you didn't know how. You didn't harbor any animosity, or rather, you didn't know if you did. You could count on one hand the number of people you'd met, the ones you knew. You didn't think any customer you might have served poorly would want to do anything to you.
"Just tell me if anyone bothers you." There was no hint of hostility in his voice. As if what he was saying was a simple conversation about the weather. "And especially when you're coming home late alone." He finished, seeing your expression.
You placed his order, practically knocking everything down, and without waiting for his words, you quickly headed for the back.
"My name is Bucky."
You stopped and looked at him over your shoulder. But you didn't say anything, hiding from his gaze.
You started rearranging things, just to avoid attracting the attention of the manager, who was sitting in the next room. He could look over at any moment and see you.
You didn't want to dwell on his words and tried to ignore them, but all you could hear were his words ringing in your ears. You didn't want to admit to yourself that at first, when he said the first part, it was even charming, but the next part made your blood run cold. You don't say things like that and you'll get a normal reaction. Take care of. Which you didn't even know what it meant. Maybe if he said it differently. You would have even smiled, but he didn't have to say it that way.
You might be overthinking it. Probably. Right?
Unfortunately for you, you finished everything and had to go back to the counter. Luckily, you could breathe a sigh of relief when you saw he was gone, but there was something lying by the cash register. You knew what it was.
Pink tulips.
The same flowers he gave you yesterday, and you didn't even notice he was carrying them. You were more preoccupied with him than with the gift.
The next day, he arrived at the same time. You barely set foot behind the counter when he was already there, waiting.
As always, dressed in more than averagely elegant attire, you didn't want to dwell on his job for too long. Not realizing that it was also noon, but not lunchtime. You didn't expect him to be an average businessman who came to an average looking cafe.
You felt like the only reason he been here twice more than he should have was because of you. But only twice.
This time, you noticed the flowers. The same ones as yesterday and when you first met.
When his eyes saw you, his face lit up with joy, like a puppy. Which, of course, affected you more than it should have. His eyes warmed and softened. You felt a warm sensation spread through your body.
His words yesterday seemed more distant than you wanted them to be.
"Hi." He said first, leaning closer to you with his whole body so you could see his handsome face. "These are for you." He placed the flower in front of you. "I didn't give them to you straight away yesterday, but you ran away quickly." You felt warmth spread across your face despite yourself, and you weren't sure what you could read in his voice. Regret. Sadness. Just directed at you, to blame you, or at himself? You weren't sure. "And please, the same as yesterday." He didn't wait for you to say anything.
"You shouldn't give me flowers every time." You shoved the bill in your hand, trying to ignore his gaze, which was watching you with far too much intensity. "And you shouldn't say things like that." It shouldn't have sounded quiet, but you weren't controlling your voice at that moment.
Maybe a little scared.
You tried to ignore your own fear, which was creeping up on you despite yourself, but who could blame you, considering how his words sounded yesterday?
He's been looking at you for a moment.
"I know, but I'd rather you know I'm here if you need help." He spoke these words thoughtfully, to reassure you of his intentions. Don't apologize, and he didn't even look like one. "I don't want anything to happen to you."
You glanced at him from the counter, observing him carefully and pondering his words, which didn't exactly bring you much relief.
"You shouldn't say things like that."
"What do you mean? Because I'm not sure what you're getting at." He added the last sentence, seeing your questioning look.
You didn't want to say anything, knowing how it might sound, and somehow you didn't want to upset him, even if he didn't do anything. You just worded your words unconventionally.
You looked away before you could say anything. You didn't want to see his reaction when you whispered.
"As if someone were going to do something to me…" The uncertainty was evident in your voice, as was the nervousness.
"Nobody's going to hurt you." He said abruptly before you could finish a words, glancing at him sideways. His serious voice only confirmed his expression. "I won't allow it." He stood there, only to further confirm his words, and you felt small inside you. His seriousness shouldn't have surprised you, considering his appearance and the way he dressed, but his soft demeanor contrasted somewhat with his current demeanor.
You weren't sure how to interpret this.
Your expression was unconvinced. At least, that's what you thought. Maybe you had a slightly frightened look on your face as well, as his expression softened and relaxed.
"I'm serious." They leaned toward you again as you handed him what he ordered, pushing the flowers toward you. You wanted to give him the change you'd forgotten about for a moment. You should get a grip. "Keep it." He said, taking his order in his hand.
But he didn't start to leave, just looked at you again.
"You have good taste." He gestured towards what he held in his hands. "I think I'll be coming here every day, and not just for the food, but for you too, sweetheart." It was a promise.
Seeing your reaction, how your face began to heat up without your consent, he moved to leave, not even waiting for what you had to say.
You sighed, irritated at yourself, at him, and at the entire station.
At yourself for how you couldn't control yourself and how his words affected you. At him for never letting you get a word in edgewise. At how he always kept you in a corner and wouldn't let you escape. At stations where he had little influence on how things turned out.
There should have been a two-way conversation, but everything was coming from him, and you weren't sure you wanted to hear your opinion on anything. You wondered if he was the only one who found your looks attractive. Was that all he saw in you? Pretty face. It was still nice when someone appreciated your looks, but did that mean your personality meant nothing? Did he have your mind set on what kind of person you were, so he wouldn't let you get a word in?
Maybe it was an accident. Maybe you think too much. Too many of those things, maybe.
You felt a knot in your stomach, though you shouldn't. You had to remember that he was a man first, and like every man, he preferred to focus on himself and what he wanted, not on you.
You wasn't surprised when he showed up again the next day. Again with the same flowers. You felt like your apartment was turning into a flower shop. So you had to do somehow to convince him not to give you any more.
"You know, you don't have to give them to me every time." You said, taking care of his order.
"I want. They suit you. They're just as beautiful as you."
You bit your lip to hold back the smile that was starting to appear despite yourself. You took a breath, trying to control yourself, and focused your gaze on something else. This time, there was no one in the cafee. The middle of the week.
"I'm talking series. I have no room for them." You sighed, ignoring his words and saying what you honestly meant.
"Okay." he said, and this time you didn't see the smile, but before you could thank him, he forced it on you. "So what do you like? Jewelry? Gold? Silver? A bracelet? A necklace? Makeup? Or maybe some clothes?"
You glanced at him quickly, your mouth hanging open. You were speechless.
"Wait. What?"
"No. Maybe shoes—"
"No. Slow down." You gestured for him to stop. "Do you want to give me another gift?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
"Because I just want to give it to you."
"That's not an answer."
"It is. I just want to give it to you, so you'll remember me."
"Uh… I don't think it works that way."
"What didn't work that way?"
"Giving gifts. You're supposed to give someone something to remind them of you. Something meaningful, and not the first thing you see. Not to mention that we don't really know each other." You wanted to add that you wasn't sure if you wanted to, but you held back.
He studied your facial expression with his eyes for far too long, because his order was waiting on the counter. He didn't move, just watched you. He didn't say anything. There were no customers, so you couldn't tell him he hold the line.
"Would you like to go on a date with me?" He said as he leaned against the counter with his sly smile.
"That was nice, but I don't have time for that kind of thing." You tried to sound as polite as possible. You hid behind a smile, hoping he get the hint.
"You said i didn't know anything about you." He began slowly. "So you can find out."
"I know, but—"
"Please." He looked at you with his puppy eyes. "Or I could bring you a nice bracelet."
"Are you trying to bribe me?" You gave him a pointed look.
"Maybe?" He was amused by this station, and even by you. "Which one do you prefer?"
"I really don't have a choice?" You asked, even knowing how he would answer, though his eyes spoke louder than words. "Okay." You sighed. "A date. But I don't have time until next week."
"Maybe after work today?"
"No—"
"You doesn't have to change. You look good. We'll just have a nice time."
"Don't you have a job?" You gave him a suspicious look.
"I work for myself. I can take time off whenever I want."
"Okey, but I'm finishing late."
"What time?"
You didn't want to say anything. And just stare at each other.
You knew you should look away, because you felt your heart begin to beat faster with each passing second. You felt yourself beginning to drown in the depths of his blue eyes. You didn't want to, because you felt seen in a way you'd never been seen before. He didn't look away, just stared at yours, contentedly, from the turn of the station.
But you knew that the longer you looked at him, a strange smile began to bloom on your face. You knew you lost.
"At eight." You said, averting his gaze.
"I'll be here at eight." There was no judgment in his voice, or any other unpleasant feeling. Only a sense of freedom.
You ignored the fact that you weren't entirely convinced to go to dinner with him. Remembering how he wouldn't let you get a word in edgewise, you felt your hands freeze.
He didn't care.
He still wanted to get to know you. Maybe you were an idiot.
You didn't know if he noticed the change in your demeanor, and even if he did, he didn't comment.
"See you later, sweetheart." He said, smiling softly at you before turning to leave.
When you finished your shift, you went outside, and you knew he was waiting for you, leaning against a car you didn't know the brand of. However, you were absolutely certain it was one of the more expensive ones. Not the sporty ones that rich people drive just to show off, but one of those very elegant ones.
You knew he had money, but you still felt an uncontrollable urge to retreat into yourself. You felt dirty. Very conscious of your appearance. You weren't sweating, but you were tired, after standing on your feet all day and dealing with unfortunate clients. You were an ordinary person with a quiet, humble life. You shouldn't feel that way, but you did. Not to mention the fact that you'd never done what you wanted. You didn't work where you wanted. You're stuck in a job you wanted to quit, but you didn't have the courage, let alone what you wanted to do next.
"Nice car." You said, trying to ignore the overwhelming emotions that were starting to occupy your mind.
"Not as nice as you." He opened the passenger door for you.
"There's a restaurant just up the road. We can walk." He scoffed at his words, knowing you didn't want to get into Bucky's car, or rather, the stranger you only exchanged a few sentences with.
He glanced at you, holding the door, and seemed like he might disagree, but he steeled himself and closed it again.
"Okay." He said calmly as he approached you. "Leading, sweetheart."
You did as he said. For almost the entire ride, neither of you spoke. You just watched him from afar, his usual expression revealing nothing. You weren't sure if he was happy with the station, or if he had some plan and you'd ruined it. You shouldn't have thought about it so much, considering how familiar you were, although it is a weak word to describe your current situation.
The silence that reigned between you wasn't awkward, but it wasn't comfortable enough for you to relax either. You couldn't quite shake the awkward silence, so you managed to say the first thing that came to mind.
"What do you do for work?" he asked, trying to sound casual, glancing sideways at him.
"Business." You waited to see if he would elaborate when you reached the restaurant.
"That doesn't tell me much." You walked in and immediately felt the stink of fried meat.
"Because there's not much to say. Boring job." he said, looking around the room.
A spacious place in a warm red and brown. Not reminiscent of any of the other typical restaurants, not those modern ones that look like offices you'd rather run away from than eat dinner.
A waitress arrived, who, as soon as she laid eyes on Bucky, became much nicer than before, and she led you to the table.
"Every job is boring. Most of it, anyway." you corrected yourself. "So, don't tell me anything more?" you asked as the woman disappeared to get your drinks.
"Like I said, nothing that would interest you." He smiled at you, and as always, his gaze was focused on yours.
"Sure." You said to himself, tearing his gaze away from him for a moment, unable to bear his penetrating gaze any longer. "So…" You pondered yours next question. "How do you like this place?" You glanced around to emphasize his point.
"Nice place." He just glanced around quickly, not even paying attention, and looked back at you as if he couldn't look away. "Not like you."
You just glanced at him, accepting his words.
"Thank you."
"You don't have to." He smiled wider, causing you to return the gesture. "My pleasure."
Before he could answer, the waitress returned with drinks and menus.
She started to say something about the main courses, but you didn't pay much attention to her words, only to your menu. You didn't eat here often enough to remember every dish, but you also didn't want to order something else and not eat it. So he stuck to his gun when you gestured to the waitress, who was standing near Buacky, but he wasn't paying her any attention. He was looking at the menu and as soon as he looked up in your direction, he smiled cautiously at the waitress.
"She wants to order." He said to her.
"Oh." A red tint appeared on her cheeks, and she turned to you with an apologetic smile.
You said to her what you always order and disappeared from your line of sight.
"Do you come here often?"
You looked at him with a raised eyebrow, and you chuckled under his breath.
"What?" he asked, confused by your reaction
"Nothing, just…" You realized he hadn't done it on purpose, he'd actually asked the question.
"What's the matter? Don't hide anything from me."
You looked at him, sighing, trying to contain yours amusement.
"I'm serious. It's nothing." You took a breath. "Do you like cats?" You quickly changed the subject.
"Yes." He let it go, though his gaze suggested they weren't finished yet. "I has a cat." He pulled out his phone to show you a picture of a white cat. "Her name is Alipe."
"She's adorable." You couldn't contain your excitement.
"Do you have any pets?" "He asked, praising his phone.
"No, but I'd like to," you said, a little strained. You barely had enough money to support yourself, and what's more, an animal.
"If you want, you can come see her."
You straightened up.
"I don't think so—"
"She might scratch you. She doesn't like strangers. But you'll get used to it over time, if you give her time." He interrupted you before she could finish her sentence. Again. When he wanted something he probably didn't want to hear.
"Maybe some other time." You smiled fakely.
You fell silent whenever he spoke, practically paying you compliments he pretended not to hear, even though they were expressive.
It was overwhelming when someone didn't want to hear what you had to say. You had that all the time in his job. Dealing with clients who think you don't have your own thoughts, your own feelings, and are there to agree with them. You hated it, but you had to endure it. The only good thing about it was that you were paid for it, but now. When you was here willingly, or rather, somewhat forced to be here, and treated this way. But here, you should have known you could fight for what was right, and you intended to.
"You know how I have something to say too." You started, interrupting him. "You know, I recently got out of a long relationship." You only half-lied. "I don't know if it'll work."
"You don't know until you try."
"No. I'm not interested. I'm sorry." You replied quickly, despite the fact that you shouldn't.
"Who said we have to be together? Just hang out like this. Have dinner together and that's it." He placed his hand on yours. You didn't pull it away, just stared at your hands.
"You know." You slowly pulled your hand from his, hiding it under the tablecloth. "That's nice, but really—"
"Before you say anything further, I want to say something." You pressed your lips together into a thin line. "I don't want anything from you, except company, just like you are now." He added, seeing your expression. "Nothing more. I enjoy your company."
"You know, you've been hanging out for hours, over the past… three days." You said slowly, searching for words. "And you still know nothing about me, and I about yours."
"That's why we're here, to change that, sweetheart." He said softly.
"I know, but." You looked down at your hands.
"How long were you in that relationship?" You glanced at him when he said those words, only because it was clearly a difficult question for him.
You fell silent for a moment, watching him clench his jaw, trying to hide his negative feelings behind a smile. You should be the one feeling this way, not him. You answered him anyway.
"Ten years." You looked away. You didn't want to talk about it himself. It was a long ten years of your life, which you tried to forget, even though you should have accepted it and moved on, but it was too much.
"A long time." He was silent for a long moment before he spoke again. "How long ago did it end?"
You looked at him uncertainly, yours hand clenching.
"Two years ago…" You muttered.
"I know I shouldn't say this, but this relationship ended two years ago. And understandably, ten years is a long time." He seemed to be struggling to find the right words so as not to offend or hurt you. At least, that's how you interpreted his expression, which was serious at the moment. "But sometimes you can meet someone new."
"Like you?" You rolled your eyes, so you knew exactly what he was offering.
"Maybe."
Before you could continue your conversation, the waitress arrived with your orders, placing them in front of you and marking them at the speed of light. She seemed to understand the hint.
"Do you blame me? You're beautiful, and I want to know you."
You rolled your eyes again, sighing as you began to eat.
"Many people are beautiful."
"Not true."
"True."
"Who?"
"That waitress, for example." You gestured with his fork toward the kitchen.
"She doesn't matter," he assured you, looking you straight in the eye.
You looked at him, surprised by the sudden reaction.
"Okay." you said slowly, watching him as he relaxed at your words.
"I don't even know your name." Amusement crept into his words. "And I still want to get to know you."
You stopped your fork mid-way when he said those words and realized he was right. You weren't sure if you were angry at yourself for letting someone ask you out without even asking your name, or at him. You didn't even know where you'd missed it. Something so simple.
You set your fork down on your plate, but you didn't put it down and introduced yourself. He said your name, wondering, examining the sound. They were searching for something. You couldn't wipe the smile off yours face when you heard him say those words, so you bit her lip.
"It suits you. As beautiful as you are." He smiled, and you looked away from him, embarrassed, even if it was just a name.
The rest of the evening was quiet with casual questions between the two of us. It wasn't strange to want to meet someone, but it was strange that it didn't bother you as much as it had at first. You knew he wasn't just some man who'd just invited you to dinner, but someone who knew what he wanted and wasn't afraid to show it. It was, is, overwhelming, with each subsequent word, you didn't feel as crushed as you had at first. You also knew you could spend your time with someone else rather than alone in an empty apart,emt, scrolling through your phone. You didn't feel that strange loneliness you sometimes felt, even when you were in the company of others, but now it was different. And you didn't want to admit it to yourself, lest it change.
Still, you felt a little disappointed when he didn't answer some of your questions directly. You managed to ignore it, knowing he'd been avoiding answers himself, and opening up to new people could be a pleasant experience.
"You know, maybe…" You said uncertainly, though you shouldn't have. "Sometimes you interrupt me when I'm saying something." You glanced at him over your plate, watching his reaction. "Especially when you don't want to hear something."
He stared at you with an unreadable expression, and the only thing you could deduce was that he was wondering when you saw the frown on his forehead.
"I'm sorry." For the first time, he looked away from you, unable to hold your gaze, even though there was nothing unpleasant behind it. It was a new, strange, pleasant feeling that you quickly buried. You didn't understand yourself.
"It's fine." You said automatically. "Just don't do it, okay?"
"Okay?"
"But you know…" You rolled his eyes. "Okay."
You said without knowing what you wanted to say, seeing the pleasantly surprised expression on his face that unnerved you, and went back to your plate. Seeing yours reaction, he smiled smugly, but said nothing, just watched you.
Before you started arguing with him about splitting the bill, he'd already paid for everything, which shocked you, because you didn't even know when he'd done it. So, you just said you'd pay your half for dinner late, he ignored you completely. You didn't have the energy to argue with him, it was late and you had to get up for work tomorrow, so you left the topic for tomorrow.
You was surprised at how quickly you accepted that you'd see him at the same time tomorrow. It was quick. Too quick, but seeing a familiar face, not counting people you work with, first thing in the morning, and someone you liked, was nice.
"I'll walk you home." He offered himself. "It's late and you shouldn't be driving alone."
He started to explain before you could say anything, wanting to drive you, but you refused because you didn't live far. Maybe you shouldn't have said that, but it was too late to bite your tongue.
As you gays walked toward your apartment, you tried to hide your yawn, you knew it was already your bedtime.
"We should drive." He didn't hide it well enough.
"Um… Just a little bit more." you said, embarrassed.
When you got there, you stopped in front of your building.
"It's here." You said carefully. "Thanks for dinner."
"My pleasure." You returned his smile tiredly, but he didn't move.
"So… see you tomorrow?" You asked uncertainly, and you didn't move yourself.
"As always." He stood there, staring at you with his dangerous blue eyes. "Can I hug you?"
That threw you off balance and you looked at him with wide eyes. It was a direct question, to something so simple and complicated at the same time, sending shivers down your spine. You felt your body begin to warm, your heart begin to race, and your stomach lurch. It wasn't a new feeling, yet you felt as if it were.
You nodded confidently, not trusting your voice, watching as his hopeful eyes turned to pure joy, and before you knew it, he had you in his arms. You gasped in surprise when he did so, and instinctively tried to pull away, but he wouldn't let you, tightening his grip even more. Not enough to stop you from breathing, but enough to keep you from moving. He rested his cheeks against your head and inhaled deeply.
"You smell so nice."
You freeze when he said those words.
It should have creepy you up, but it didn't. But at the same time, you wanted to, and didn't want to, tell him that you probably smell bad after work. Although you stood there motionless, waiting for something, the longer you stood there, the more he began to brighten up in spite of himself. You didn't want to admit to yourself how nice it felt to have someone hug you. And you weren't sure if he even wanted to let you go.
The warmth of his body warmed you, in a pleasant way you weren't sure how to describe, or rather, you didn't want to. Maybe you wanted to stand there in the middle of the sidewalk, only knowing you were increasingly reluctant to move.
His hand moved, and he began to slowly stroke your back. Slowly. He gently explored your space. You stilled for a moment when he started, but after a few more strokes, you relaxed again, and seeing your reaction, he didn't stop. You felt him smile against your skin, seeing the effect his actions had on you. He didn't seem to want to stop. You didn't want him to stop.
You slowly move your hands hesitantly, stopping before returning the hug, burying your face in his neck, trying to ignore the scent of his perfume.
You only told yourself it was premature, for such an intimate display of honor, simply because you'd only known each other for a few hours, but the way he affected you now was incredible. Terrifying. Because now you felt as if he had power over you and yet didn't, as if you were the most fragile being in existence, someone he should have protected and wanted to protect. You didn't know how it was that you could show someone your feelings in such a simple way. Like now, his body holding you with both gentleness and strength, overwhelming you. You wanted to run away, but you also wanted to stay. But you only tightened your grip to ground yourself, trying to control your own emotions, which were racing in different directions. Screaming for you to do something, but you just stood there, allowing a virtual stranger to hold you securely in his arms and stroke your back.
"I’ve got you..."
He whispered in your ear, keeping his voice low with a softness that gripped your heart.
These words shouldn't have had such an impact on you, but they did.
Pressing yourself into his body even further if that were possible and holding onto him as you tried to hold back the tears that were welling up in your eyes. You shouldn't feel this way. Not with someone you don't know at all.
You didn't consider herself the type to show physical affection. Appreciate the soft touch of another person.
You heard knocking at the door, and for a moment, you didn't know how you found yourself in bed, in your apartment, but then the events of last night hit you.
You were on a date. We chatted, ate dinner, he walked you home, and…
You felt a pang of shame wash over you, but it didn't last long, you heard the bell ring again.
You quickly grabbed your phone to see what time it was. You sighed in relief when you saw it wasn't even seven.
You sighed in frustration, rubbed your face with your hand, and dragged yourself out of bed. A shiver ran down your spine as you left your haven and threw on your sweatshirt.
As you approached the door, the only person you could think of who might come to you so early was your neighbor. She always came to you to help with something, and every time you couldn't refuse her because she was a terrible person, and even if you tried to find an excuse, she still found a way to help her, because who would help an old lady?
You were even warned by other neighbors not to help her because you couldn't escape from her. You helped her once, and two years later, you're still doing it. Without thinking much, without wondering how you looked, she opened the door, and your eyes met Bucky's.
"Hi, I brought you breakfast."
He raised his hands in confirmation, one a paper bag, the other a paper cup.
You stared at him with your eyes open.
You blinked. Once. Second time. But it wasn't a dream. He stood before you with his usual expression, and you'd only just gotten out of bed. You were very conscious of how you looked now.
"Can I come in?" he asked before you closed the door in his face.
"Uh… yeah…"
You said before biting your tongue. Why won't your mouth obey your reasonWhy your mouth won't listen to your mind?
You nodded off so he could come into your apartment.
"Take your shoes off," you said, before he delved deeper into your small commotion and only watched you for a few seconds, long enough for you to wonder what he meant, but he did as you asked.
He didn't hide the fact that he was looking at your space. You felt a little overwhelmed. Not only because of his appearance, but also because of how easily he made himself at home.
It wasn't a huge apartment, but it was enough for you. It had a combined kitchen and living room,one bedroom, and a bathroom next to it. There wasn't much in the room, except for a table, chairs, and a sofa that had already been there when you moved in. Beyond that, there was a bookshelf with books and other decorations you collected over the years, the pillows adorning your sofa, a coffee table with a flower he given you, which was also on the table. A small rug underneath. There were no paintings or photos on the walls. You rented the place, but even then, you didn't have anything to hang. It wasn't much, but at least it was yours.
You tried to discreetly fix your hair as he stood with his back to you, setting things down on the table.
"Nice place," he said as he turned his eyes in your direction, noticing your hand movement and laughing, knowing what you were doing.
You felt warmth surround your face.
"You know, maybe next time you doesn't come at this hour." you tried to sound irritated, but it didn't come off.
"Maybe."
You've just realized one thing.
"How did it know which one of my apartments it was?" You asked with a detached tone, unsure of the answer.
"It knocked on every door and asked about you."He seemed proud of it.
You sucked in a breath, not believing his words.
"At this hour? Bucky," you groaned in frustration.
"I have to know where you live." You looked at him with pity.
"It can wait until I get to work."
"No, it can't wait to see you, doll."
"It's new." You said your thoughts aloud.
"Don't you like it?"
"I said new, not that I don't like it." You couldn't believe waht you were saying.
"That good." He smiled at you. "You should eat something." He nodded towards the tables. "I brought you what you like."
Most of breakfast was silent, but not the kind that made you wonder what was happening, or rather, how much more comfortable it was than it should have been. He watched you the entire time, not seeming to notice anything else, and maybe you'd gotten used to it, because you didn't feel that strange fear in your body.
When you finished, he slowly got ready to leave your apartment and turned to face you.
"I wanted to drvingt you to work, but I can't." He didn't hide the disappointment you could hear as he sighed, his face reminding you of the sad puppy. You almost wanted to move away, tell him he that was fine and he would do it next time. You froze at yours own thoughts. "It was really nice to spend that time with you." The sadness was still there, but before you could do anything, he took a step towards you, close enough for you to feel the warmth of his body, though he didn't touch you. Even though he kept eye contact with you all the time, this time you felt like him looking directly at your soul. "You're looking so beautiful. I want to look at you every day like that."
You literally felt your face burning, and all you could do was stare at him, who was so pleased with your reaction. It seemed he wanted to do something, touch you, hug you, even kiss you, but you didn't know it when he quickly said goodbye, leaving you there.
You were hoping for a quiet day with no problems, but you were.
At first, you thought that once you pointed out the arguing, they might calm down, and they did for a moment. You heard the voices rise again at the other table. You couldn't quite make out their conversation, which was mostly in Russian.
However, you had to silence them again, because Kate didn't want to interfere, but you didn't blame her either. The older man's appearance didn't encourage conversation, and you couldn't admit to yourself that you didn't want to approach.
You had to, though, because no one else was there.
So you approached again, this time to get them out, because it was taking too long. You didn't want to call the police, who wouldn't do anything about it anyway, and there was nothing more you could do.
The man became more physically aggressive towards the girl, standing up without blinking and angrily grabbing her arm, trying to pull her up. You were between them and were pushed back by the man with the chin. It wasn't hard enough to hurt, but you staggered. Instead of falling, you felt hands catching your shoulders, which helped you balance.
Surprised, you glanced back and saw his blue eyes staring at you with a strange, worried expression, though the rest of his face showed no other emotion. It sent a strange pang through your heart.
Before you could do anything, say anything, he moved and grabbed the man in front of you by the arm, hiding you behind his back.
The man glanced at Bucky, dissatisfied, and you saw something else. But it was only a second; you couldn't see much behind him.
"That Lady almost fell because of you." His voice held an unpleasant edge, even if he kept his voice low. "Leave that Lady alone," he said warningly, grabbing the man's forearm, before he grabbed the woman's arm again. "Just leave." He said it in a way that made you want to back away.
He left the café without a word, but before he stepped outside, he glanced over his shoulder and you swear he smiled to himself.
"Thank you and I'm sorry," the woman said, trying to maintain her composure, even though it was clear something was wrong.
"Is fine," you said, trying to get past Bucky, who only gently grabbed your forearm, as if the threat hadn't passed.
You glanced at him and saw the sharpness in his expression, but before you could ask what was going on, the short, blond woman stood up. Without saying anything else, she walked past you.
The woman disappeared behind him before you even said anything to her, she wasn't even paying the bill.
"Wait. You have to pay—"
"I'll pay, doll." Bucky interrupted, still holding your arm.
"No. She—"
"I'll pay." He insisted, and you felt his hands tighten around you.
"But—"
"I'll pay. And that's it." He didn't raise his voice, but you could see he was upset about what he'd done. "Okay?" This time it sounded soft, even guilty.
You were silent for a moment, watching his face. You wanted to ask what was going on, but you held back. You didn't feel you were close enough to him to ask about anything like that, though it was an excuse, because you didn't have the courage to do so.
"Okay," you said coherently.
"Here, this is for you."
You shouldn't be surprised anymore, and you still weren't when he handed you a black box the size of a glass, tied with a red ribbon. You returned your gaze to him.
"Open it." He encouraged you, but a strange shadow crossed his face. You felt like with each meeting, you had more questions than answers. That wasn't how it was supposed to work.
You were a little grateful there wasn't a clique right now, even though you could feel Kate's eyes on your back and knew she wouldn't let you rest, because of the mysterious, handsome, elegant man giving you a gift. Trying to ignore it, and your shaking hands, which you were trying to control, you opened the box. Inside was a heart-shaped bottle marked "107" from a company you didn't recognize.
"I hope I got it."
You pulled it out of the box and sprayed it on your wrist. You were surprised when the scent was very similar to the ones you normally used. You sprayed it on him, not knowing what to say. How could a man possibly know something like that, because you hadn't said anything yourself, and he hadn't asked. Did he have a super sense of smell or something?
"I got it." It wasn't a question, but the satisfaction was written all over his face.
"They're... practically the same."
"But do you like their scent?" Even though he knew the answer to that question, he asked it anyway.
You hesitated for a moment, unsure how to interpret it. Good or bad? Should you bother or not? You shouldn't even ask about it anymore. He knew where you lived.
"They're... pretty." You said slowly. "I like them."
"Me too. They suit you." Happy was the word that could describe his facial expression. Was it even possible to be that happy? Or to be happy for someone else and not ask for anything in return?
"When did you have time for this?" you asked, taking a look on the bottle.
"I had a moment."
But you still had tons of questions.
You hadn't expected to see him today. It was evening when he'd lasted. It felt strange to see him at such an hour. Although strange wasn't the word you wanted to use, because you didn't want to admit to yourself that, in a strange way, you felt relieved when he arrived. You shouldn't feel this way, feeling strangely relieved when you didn't see him. Not even for a minute.
Although he was the one who found personas just to see you, even for a second. It was nice to see someone care about you even a little, though you knew that even a little was too kind, especially when it came to Bucky.
Although when he approached you, you saw that he didn't have the same twinkle in his eyes you always saw him with.
"Coffee here, and with one of those adorable drawings you make." Maybe if you didn't know him well enough you wouldn't have noticed how much effort was hidden behind his voice.
You didn't know what was going on in his mind at that moment, you could only tell it was a lot, because he was always focused on you, even when he didn't say anything. You didn't ask him anything. You still weren't sure how to approach him. It sounded childish, but it was hard to read him, even if he tried, in his own way, to show you how much he cared about you. You didn't quite understand, or rather, you didn't want to get carried away by your emotions and regret it later. It had happened to you too many times.
Something changed in his expression. A deepening worry deepened, a concern you had no idea about. He thanked you and took his order with him to one of the table.
It was a strange image, men wearing elegant clothes, with a cute mug with a drawing of a cat.
It was a charming sight for you, though his gaze didn't do what it always did. Him looked at you. You miss this warmth.
You hadn't seen him like this since you first met him. Or rather never. He was silent, yet his gaze spoke ludly, but not like this. And now you saw the anguish in them, even though he wasn't looking at you.
There was another table besides him, but they were busy with themselves.
You picked up the broom and slowly began sweeping, moving towards him.
You didn't know if you were doing it so the manager wouldn't see you, or because you weren't sure if Bucky wanted your company. You set the broom down in front of another table and reached for it, glancing over your shoulder.
He glanced at you, but he was more absent-minded than looking past you. You propped your chin on your hand and placed the other one flat on your back. You glanced back again. Still nothing.
You did something a little silly and embarrassing. You started to wriggle your finger at him with your free hand, playing. Like a child. You ignored the warmth starting to envelop your face.
You nudged his hand with one of yours fingers, observing his reaction.
"What's going on?" you asked softly, a little uncertain, leaning in towards him.
"Work." "He sighed, observing your hand on the table, then gently grabbed your fingertips with his.
"Don't tell me." You sighed in confirmation, thinking you knew what he meant. "But nothing interesting?"
"Everything's just not going as it should." He slowly began to run his thumb over your hand.
"Reasonably." You were watching his movements with your hand, wanting him to take off his glove so you could feel his skin against yours.
Focus.
"But it's better now." You looked up at him and saw that he'd somehow realized he was himself again.
You didn't want to admit to youself how much the little things, the words, the actions he did, were starting to affect you. You missed the way someone paid attention to you.
"I wanted to give it to you after I walked you home."
You smirked, watching him pull long, black pants from his coat.
"You doesn't have to give me something every time. Series." You didn't accept his gift when he handed it to you, but stared directly into his eyes.
"But I do. I like giving you gifts."
You took a breath, feeling his worry transfer from him to you.
"Even if I do, I feel a little bad when I receive them," you said honestly. "I didn't give you anything."
"It's enough for me that you want to spend time with me."
"Bucky—"
"I'm serious." He squeezed your hand in confirmation. "Just talk to me. You have a nice voice."
You chuckled to youself and accepted the gift hesitantly. You didn't open it, just wandered around it. He wasn't asking you for a lot, for something that somehow a lot of people want, and you tried not to think about wanting to repay him. Although you shouldn't. He did it because he wanted to, and you tried to focus on that.
You opened the box and gasped. You closed it and placed it on the table, pushing it back toward him.
"Bucky." You didn't hide his disbelief in his voice, but also you sharpness. "I can't give this away. It's…"
"A gift." He pushed it back toward you.
"No—"
"Gifts, I don't give away."
She shook her head.
"It's too expensive to carry anywhere." You was starting to panic. "I don't even know where to wear it. What if I lose it?" You started to struggle, trying to find any excuse.
"If you lose it, I'll buy you a new one." It was meant to sound joking, but you didn't get it.
"Bucky!" You cut him off.
He took the box and pulled out a silver bracelet with a diamond star. He held it out towards you, inviting you to give it to him.
You stared at him in disbelief. You gasped, and he extended his wrist toward you, a little hesitantly.
"Bucky, I'm serious, if I lose this…" He gave it to you before you could even take it. It fit perfectly against your skin. Too perfectly.
"You don't," he said to you confidently, pressing his fingers against your skin where the jewelry was. "I'm serious too."
You didn't know what to do with it, because you wanted to do something, but you didn't know what. You'll yell at him to leave you alone, even though you didn't want me to. Say someone else deserves it. Probably.
"You know…" you started to him, even though he was also talking to himself. "Gifts like that are given to wives, not people who barely know each other." You said quietly, trying to joke, avoiding yors own guilt as you watched your wrist.
"I think you give yourself to someone you care about as a gift," he said calmly, tilting his head.
"I have a question," you said uncertainly, you eyes darting to him.
"Just ask."
You sighed, for the second time in a short time.
"Are-are you trying to bribe me so I don't know…" she wondered, raising your gaze agine to him. "Spending time with me."
He glanced away, wondering, trying to hide a smile.
"Does it work?" He asked, raising his eyebrows, trying to hide his own amusement at this station.
"Oh my God. Really?"
"I'm not going to apologize for wanting to give you gifts. You deserve it."
"But—"
"I don't care how long we've known each other," he pressed you. "Let me do it."
You sighed slowly, watching him.
"Okay, but that doesn't mean I like it," she warned him.
You heard someone cough to get your attention. Immediately, when you saw it was the manager, you quickly got to yours feet, almost tripping over them. You didn't notice how much Bucky's face had a dissatisfied expression on his face, but he didn't say anything.
Of course, you got a scolding, even though there was almost no one left in the cafeteria, but you had to clean up before closing, not flirt while working. He didn't help you, you just normal employee, whom should have taken care of everything. Of course, you didn't miss the moment he noticed your new jewelry on your wrist. He also thought you wouldn't see his reaction when he turned to you, pacing to disappear behind the curtains, but you saw him roll his eyes at that. There was a hint of disbelief. Maybe jealousy. How could you get such an expensive gift, and he couldn't even have his own car, which he kept complaining about?
After closing, Bucky did as he'd said earlier, waiting to walk you home, but before you could poke around in that direction, he insisted on buying you dinner. At first, you refused; you kept doing it, but he ignored you, leading you to the restaurant. You sighed, gave in and ordered.
"Is that all?" he asked, seeing how little you'd ordered.
"Yes. Too much." You said, ignoring the worried expression on his face.
This time he sighed and ordered a few more things. You thought he'd order them for himself, but he gave you all the food when you were at your door.
"Is this some way for me to invite you in? - You laughed nervously as you opened your door.
"No," he said, not thinking twice about your question.
"I guess you're not that clueless."
"I'm not, but I'm not that kind of person either." He studied your face before asking, perhaps a little disappointed. "Do you think I'm that kind of person?"
"No!" You surprised youself with you sudden behavior. "It's just…"
"I know. It's okay," he assured you.
"Is not. I shouldn't suspect something like that." You sighed, frustrated with yourself.
He chuckled under his breath.
"Goodnight." He said your name as he got closer to your face, but still far enough away to see your entire face. You weren't sure what he would do, so you stiffened in surprise.
But he moved away and started heading towards the stairs.
You bit your lip and felt guilty, but you wasn't doing it because of that.
"Bucky." He paused before ducking around the corner and glanced in your direction. "That's a lot of food, and I don't want it to go to waste. Want to join me?"
He looked at you for a moment.
"Are you sure?" For the first time, you heard hesitation in him. Not certainty.
"Definitely." You smiled to confirm your own words.
He hesitated for a moment, and you could see it yourself as he headed your way. You entered the living room, and he followed you.
You walked to the table and set down your bag, watching him out of the corner of your eye. At first, he could see his hesitation as he walked through your apartment.
"I'm glad you didn't bring me flowers any more, otherwise we wouldn't have had a drink," you joked as you pulled it mugs.
For the first time, you were the one with more self-confident. You didn't know how to intervene, his reserve. Did he not trust himself? Should you be worried? Or maybe he wasn't sure about the space in your apartment, but when he last came over, he acted differently, just like usual. Now he was quieter, less penetrating, nervous. You weren't sure if that was the reason, but you didn't want to ask either. Although you didn't want to find out what the reason was. So practically throughout the entire meal, there was silence, knowing you, and this time, you were the one watching him the entire time.
He seemed to appreciate the lack of conversation more in moments like these. Was he more relaxed now? Was that his true self? Not the one who constantly surprised you, make you blush, and told you everything he was thinking?
"When we were interrupted." It started slowly, looking at you with their eyes. "I said I was giving you a gift because I wanted to, and it's true. But also…" You waited steadily, until he found the strength or the words he was searching for to convey his thoughts. "Get your attention… Show me that I care. I know how it looks, but it's been a while since I've had anyone I cared about so much." He paused for a moment, trying to find another words before starting again. "And yes, it's simple for me. I know that with time I'll be able to show it differently. I just don't trust myself with my emotions."
"Bucky… I understand what you mean." You smiled at him. "Really. But aren't you afraid I'm here for your money?" You finally gathered the courage to ask one of the many questions you had for him.
"No, do you know why?" Bucky, who was still down to earth, spoke again, but you also see the real him, who was no longer hiding behind his strange mask of certainty. "Because I know that if you were, you wouldn't feel guilty about this, but you do, and I can see it. And I also know you want to reciprocate, but you shouldn't. Just being here, or rather, letting me be here, is enough for me."
You tried to hold back the tears that were pricking your eyes, trying to breathe deeply. You avoided his gaze, though there was no way he hadn't noticed. How he knows what to say to make you feel worthy?
"Can I hug you?" You heard, and your right away you nodded your head in confirmation.
You only heard the chair being pushed back and his footsteps approaching you. He gently lifted you into his embrace. You immediately buried your head in his shoulder as he led you to the sofa. He sat down and placed you on his lap. You melted into him completely, absorbing his warmth and scent.
You cried, but it was a silent palace that grew fainter with each passing minute. You focused more on the way his hand moved soothingly over your shoulder, his head resting on the top of yours. His breathing was calm, even though his heart was beating rapidly.
You took his other hand in yours and he froze for a moment, begging to return to what he was doing, but more carefully.
"I'm sorry." Your weak voice could be heard like an echo moving through the quiet apartment.
"You shouldn't." He hugged you tight.
"I know, but…"
"It's fine. Really. Just breathe in." He guided you when he noticed you couldn't breathe agian. "And breathe out."
Repeat this action a few more times until your breathing calmed down.
"Buck?"
"Yes?"
"Thank you."
"You don't have to thank me."
You pulled away to glare at him. You knew you looked awful and tried to compose youself, wiping your tear with your sleeve.
"I don't have to, but I want to." You might not have sounded the most confident, your voice strained from crying, but you didn't care. "It means a lot to me." You gestured between you. "More people would ask me what's going on, but you don't. So thank you."
He stared at you, then wiped the lone tear from your cheek with his hand and settled himself so that all his eyes were level.
"You're welcome." He smiled, now holding your face in both hands to make sure you were absorbed in his blue eyes, which you could easily get lost in. "I'll always be here for you. Okay?" He rested your eyes against his.
You felt your heart skip a beat and wanted to thank him again, but you held it back.
"Okay."
You snuggled into him again, not wanting to let him go.
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Please read the warnings before reading any FF. Most of them are +18 and Of course Bucky~
<part10 ... part12>
March 2026
by @navybrat817
⚛️ Diamond in the Rough | +18 | Tired of living a life that didn't make you happy, you decided to leave it all behind and moved into a trailer park. You didn't expect to immediately catch the attention of your handsome and very forward neighbor. Something about him makes you want to tear your walls down, as much as you want to protect yourself and your heart. But if you give him a chance, he'll show you the kind of love you deserve.
⚛️ Horny!Bucky | +18
by @imnotjustreadingg-volume-two
⚛️ Oh my god, she's blushing | fluff | imagine him realizing the popular girl of campus blushes while talking to him.
⚛️ Lexi | +18 | Y/N and Bucky are in love with each other, everybody knows but they don't yet… or maybe they do. Y/N is beautiful and she’s not afraid to tell it. Bucky stopped being the HYDRA experiment and now is a little chubby, but still handsome. Someone want to destroy this balance.
⚛️ Colour? Always green | +18 | Bucky is Y/N's big and super soldier boyfriend. He always so calm and quiet. He wants more and Y/N is more than ready to give him all he wants.
⚛️ Messing up | +18
⚛️ Counting the red flags | Y/N has dates on dates but she’s unhappy, because she can’t find a good man. Maybe she should look elsewhere.
by @sheriff-bodecker
⚛️ stay | +18
⚛️ in quiet hours | +18
⚛️ she's the one by @nicks-fowler | +18 | after a day of work, you return to Bucky's house to find him home early.
⚛️ Feel The Burn by @sashaisready | +18 | Lance Tucker x Reader | Destroyer!Chris x Reader | Your casual situationship with notorious flirt Lance Tucker comes to a shocking head at a party, fortunately the mysterious stranger you meet that same night is more than happy to help take your mind off it.
⚛️ Claustrophobic? Try Some Dick. by @quantumbarnes | +18 | Stucky x reader | Stuck in the elevator. Stuffed in the elevator.
by @metal-armed-muse
⚛️ WRONG NUMBER, RIGHT CALL | +18 | One bored afternoon, one wrong contact. Now your best friend’s dad knows exactly what you look like.
⚛️ play with it | +18 | you wanted to read. he wanted your mouth full. guess who won?
⚛️ passenger princess | +18 | You are turned on by Bucky’s veiny arms, and decide to be a brat…so naturally he fucks the attitude out of you
⚛️ all my firsts | +18 | most girls dream under the covers when the house goes quiet. you’re waiting for the soft scrape of boots on the fire escape, because the boy you’ve loved forever is climbing through your window, and this time he isn’t leaving before dawn.
⚛️ Pornstar by @heldbybarnes | +18 | bucky x reader x sam | railing Bucky’s girl to the point Bucky’s fans request the trio almost as much as they request Bucky and his girl with Steve.
⚛️ Hot Blooded by @stanmarvelous | +18 | Bucky owns the best nightclub in town. You own his attention.
⚛️ Perfect Balance by @knowledgeableknitter | A few months after you asked Bucky to be your Valentine, he and Sam are mid-mission and he still can’t stop talking about the knife you gave him.
⚛️ Pinned Against Each Other by @barnes-babydoll | +18 | Hydra hosts a game each year—asset against asset—for the entertainment of operatives and investors. This year, investors want more blood, a higher production value, and more drama. You and the Winter Soldier have to fight to the death to prove yourselves. With addled minds and an unmistakable pull towards one another, the game might not be as easy as you think.
⚛️ your baby, she's mine by @nonotwithoutu | +18 | When yet another dead end relationship finally comes to a close and you're in need of some comfort, you only have three options in the city. Your friends, who you know are ready to say I-told-you-so; your dad, who's never really known what to do with you when you cry; and Bucky, who...
⚛️ As Sweet as Sugar by @castielscaplan | +18 | Jefferson x reader | She’s human. He’s a vampire. And in his arms, there’s no escape.
⚛️ Сетка by @danysdaughter | +18 | when you, a former red room widow crosses paths with the man who once trained you—now a ghost of the monster you remember—your collision reignites memories neither of you can outrun. in a world that only ever taught you two to survive, you find something you were never trained for: each other.
⚛️ the lighthouse by @buckytakethewheel | +18 | Whenever you light a candle on your windowsill, James uses it to find his way home to you.
⚛️ HIS AND HIS ONLY... FOR 24 HOURS by @salem-s | +18 | The last person you would ever consider dating — much less touching with a ten foot pole — is Bucky Barnes. Yet somehow here you are: packing a bag to spend the night of the Fourth of July as his fake girlfriend, all to get his pestering family off his case. But admittedly you can’t help but lean into the bit. Just a tad. Especially when his ex-girlfriend makes it very clear she wants him back.
⚛️ dear god by @iamthatonefangirl | +18 | you've always lived your life by the rules, the picture-perfect good little Catholic girl. you're soon to be engaged to Steve Rogers, the community's golden boy. yet as your faith begins to falter, you turn to the new priest for guidance. little do you know of his less-than-pure intentions.
⚛️ one more night by @buckybossanova | +18 | your one night stand with bucky turns into two, then three....but after four you stopped counting. why would you when you knew you'd both be back for more?
⚛️ menace by @drabblesandsnippets | +18
⚛️ rough patch by @beewritesthingssometimes | +18 | If you’re taking requests can you do something where the reader somehow sits on buckys lap in the car or something and they hit like a rough patch in the road and Bucky like gets turned on from the friction.
⚛️ touched-starved by @yummylavender-soap | +18
by @mickimoo1409
⚛️ Stalkers Anonymous | +18 | You were his mission, now you're his.
⚛️ Happy Birthday | +18 | It's Bucky's birthday and it's time for you to start giving him his 109 kisses.
⚛️ The Virginity Pact | +18 | Stucky x Reader | You and Peter have a pact that you'll lose your virginity together. But Steve and Bucky aren't too pleased when they find out.
⚛️ Aye, Aye, Captain by @bucky-is-my-favourite | Captain Barnes was the pilot on the night flight from New York to London, you’d worked with him before, flirted with him before but this time he asks “you wanna take your break?” How could you refuse?
⚛️ Stolen Devotion by @societyfolklore | +18 | You don’t know he exists. But Bucky Barnes has been watching you- learning your patterns, your loneliness, your pain. What started as curiosity has turned into something deeper, darker. Ignore by your husband, dismissed by your mother, you move through life like a ghost. But Bucky sees you. Bucky understands you. And Bucky has decided you belong to him.
⚛️ roommate by @buckysgirlll | +18
⚛️ Midnight Rain by @sassandscribbles | +18 | You are a brilliant detective specifically hired by the feds to bring him down. He is the feared mob boss who doesn't leave a trail behind him.
by @singulartoast
⚛️ Exposure | +18 | When you send some inspiring photos to your super soldier boyfriend while he’s away on a mission, you don’t expect such an enthusiastic response.
⚛️ I’m Bound To | +18 | Angel face, a little taste … Just enough to drive you crazy, a little love will leave you chasing for good.
by @w1nter-fairy
⚛️ room for three | +18 | Stucky x Reader | two weeks into tour, Bucky suggests to invite Steve to join you in bed—just like they've done with other girls before. It's supposed to prove that you're nothing special. The problem is, Bucky might be lying to himself.
⚛️ one more encore | +18 | When a bachelorette weekend lands you front row at a sold-out show in Austin, you catch the attention of your favorite rockstar: Bucky Barnes—and one reckless night turns into something neither of you planned for.
⚛️ the brooklyn special. by @superbassbuck | +18 | Stucky x Reader | After Steve is injected with the super soldier serum, Bucky decides to show his best friend what it truly means to be a man—and what better way to do that than through you, their lifelong childhood friend?
⚛️ get it up by @miffysk | +18 | he’d gotten used to it. all those decades of surviving without truly living had made bucky’s body function differently in ways that even the serum couldn’t fix.
⚛️ And They Were Roommates by @barnesandnoblecauses | +18 | Stucky x Reader | You aren’t sure what to call the situation - it’s definitely beyond “roommates”. But that’s the least of your worries when you find yourself tied up and helpless to your super-soldier boyfriend and his best friend…
⚛️ Goddamn, Manchild by @godmadeaterribleerror | +18 | you and Bucky have been at odds since you first met. he can't stand you. you pretend you can't stand him. and if Bucky ever knew how you really felt, you think you might die. not when there's no chance he'd ever feel the same way. right?
⚛️ 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐇 by @slutdier | +18 | reader has a oral fixation
⚛️ nesting by @chateaubarnes | It didn't happen that time. Or the next one. Or the next. But by the end of the summer, Bucky sensed a change in you.
⚛️ just let me see them by @kinanabinks | +18 | your best friend, bucky, has done some research about makeup for you. it's imperative that you show him your boobs.
⚛️ it's not a side effect of the cocaine, i am thinking it must be love by @buckytakethewheel | +18 | Chase Collins x Reader | Chase has been your friend since first year of college, and your friendship always came with some additional... ingredients. But things are bound to be different when you ask for a hit of something heavier.
⚛️ experience comfort by @lewlewlemon-44 | fluff
⚛️ Love Lectures by @sunday-bug | You plan to attend a lecture at a neighboring university and meet a handsome stranger at the bar.
⚛️ thinking about mob bucky who by @buckyscaptain
⚛️ Spilled Wine by @satlun | +18
⚛️ LIT 301: FORBIDDEN NARRATIVES by @winteryn | +18 | mr. barnes is your clumsy, timid, and definitely too hot professor. you don’t know what pushed you to start teasing him. maybe it’s the way those adorable blue eyes sparkled at you every time you raised your hand to answer one of his questions. or maybe it’s the urge to see him stuttering and whimpering under you.
⚛️ sweet relief by @mcrdvcks | fluff | You are the kindhearted third grade teacher who brings baked goods to the local fire station every Saturday. Bucky, the retired vet only eats the things he makes. Until one day he eats one of your pastries.
⚛️ tell her, teller by @wildflowersandvibranium | fluff | you visit the cute guy at your bank every Friday, at three on the dot. when he finally is ready to ask you out, he thinks simple right? write down what he wants to say, ask you. The end.
⚛️ Panic by @buck-buck-buckaroo | fluff | Bucky helps you understand and work through your first panic attack.
⚛️ slow bliss by @vividxpages | +18 | Bucky and you in a bathtub.
⚛️ Wakin' Up the Devil by @tuiccim | +18 | Bucky tries to save you from yourself but he doesn't realize he's wakin' up the devil.
⚛️ Birthday Wishes by @thatwriterchaotic | fluff | Today was a special day, your birthday. But to you it seems that everyone had forgotten. Yet your super soldier was always there to make you feel special.
⚛️ AS SLOW AS YOU NEED by @harveystan | Bucky Barnes smiles.
⚛️ Bucky who's finally relaxing by @cutiepiebuckychi | +18
by @fleurishingggg
⚛️ S’good. So Good | +18
⚛️ Over It | +18 | Bucky is the last person you’d want to piss off. He’s over you putting yourself in danger and defying direct orders, his orders. When you finally push him and the situation too far, he aims to remind you why he’s the one making calls.
Please read the warnings before reading any FF. Most of them are +18 and Of course Bucky
<part9... part11>
February - March 2026
by @nicks-fowler
⚛️ just this once | nick fowler x reader | it has been four months since nick disappeared from your life. you scout out a club where a transaction is to take place, when you are grabbed and pulled into a backroom.
⚛️ bitten once, twice saved | +18 | Mob!Bucky | the promise of takeout from your boyfriend sends you into the dark underbelly of New York when you meet the infamous Mob King of Brooklyn.
⚛️ It's give and take | +18 | Mob!Bucky | James Buchanan Barnes, head mobster of Brooklyn, has a regularly scheduled date night with his girlfriend.
⚛️ tws!bucky | you meet a silent man in the streets of bucharest, it becomes your personal mission to break through his shell
⚛️ the last night & part 2 | 40s!Bucky | Sergeant James Barnes is due to be deployed from England to Italy, for their final night he and 107th visit a local pub for one last hurrah to temper their nerves and fear.
⚛️ the unfathomable deception | +18
⚛️ i'm fakin' | +18 | you aren't sure how you ended up bare, on your knees before your boyfriend lover, but you know you are never faking it again
⚛️ behind the wheel | +18 | in the aftermath of a crash, your last hope is a small garage set aside from the main city. there you leave your precious car left in the hands of a grease covered man with a charming smile.
by @navybrat817
⚛️ A Plum a Day | +18 | You wake up beside Bucky, but you don't know how you got there.
⚛️ Not Just Friends | +18 | You're Bucky's friend, and, yeah, sometimes you sleep together. Why can't he tell you that he wants something more?
⚛️ feral | +18 | Bucky gets a little feral now and then.
⚛️Sweet Like Honey | +18 | Bucky begs to have a taste when he gets home.
⚛️ Ride It | +18 | Bucky encourages you to take what you want.
⚛️ bad at talking by @metal-armed-muse | +18 | bfd!Bucky | maybe blurting out “i love you” in the middle of sex was not your best moment. but he’s your best friend’s dad. shouldn’t he know better?
by @godmadeaterribleerror
⚛️ bucky yearning
⚛️ Mine | +18
⚛️ Keep Still | +18
⚛️ Wrecked | +18
⚛️ Temptation | +18 | dbf!Bucky
⚛️ Bite Your Lip | +18
⚛️ Sit Down, Doll | +18
⚛️ The Caring of Bucky Barnes' Hair | +18
⚛️ His Hands | +18
⚛️ When He Gets Back From a Mission | +18
⚛️ His Favorite Gift | +18 | On Christmas, the only thing Bucky needs is you.
⚛️ Cold Eyes, Warm Hands | +18 | You know Bucky hates you. He's not secret about it. He hates you so much, he can't seem to stand you even getting along with an agent on a mission, and can't help but rush to your side when you need him. That's what hate is, right?
⚛️ Can You Feel It | +18 | You fall in deep, deep love with Bucky Barnes. But you keep it far, far down. Everyone thinks he feels something back, but you don't believe them. Until something shifts. And Bucky might feel just as much as you.
by @imnotjustreadingg-volume-two
⚛️ Rough it up a little bit | +18 | can you pls write about asking nerdy bucky to dom reader? like hair pulling, dirty talk, spanking, marking, all that? i’d love to see his reaction to being asked for that
⚛️ Lexi | Y/N and Bucky are in love with each other, everybody knows but they don't yet… or maybe they do. Y/N is beautiful and she’s not afraid to tell it. Bucky stopped being the HYDRA experiment and now is a little chubby, but still handsome. Someone want to destroy this balance.
⚛️ The Real Deal by @kissedbycas | mostly comfort | On the day of your wedding, nerves hit; not because you doubt loving Bucky, but because you’re afraid of being known. Luckily, he reminds you that marriage isn’t about perfection; it’s about choosing each other and accepting the things we learn to live with
⚛️ amongst everyone by @aceofheartsssss | The very concept of this new man was alluring to you, like a moth to a flame.
⚛️ Ashes to Ashes by @phoenix-in-writing | +18 | Priest!Bucky Barnes | In light of the first day of Lent, you and Father Barnes make a particularly difficult decision on what to give up for the next forty days. Part of my Priest!Bucky series.
⚛️ Having sex in the car by @slutdier | +18
⚛️ When You Know by @shotinthedcrk | fluff | "I can hardly wait to put a ring on that finger"
⚛️ SUMMER NIGHTS by @planetbucky | +18 | don't you know that hot summer nights should be spent fucking with your older boyfriend?
⚛️ he’s mean by @reositos | +18
⚛️House Tour by @brunchable | +18 | You've gotten to know Bucky and you have an obvious connection. You get along, share interests, talk and flirt easily. You can tell he's attracted to you, but he is just too polite. And you don't want him to be polite, you want his hands all over you, doing things far from polite. . .so what's better than a little house tour?
⚛️ Warm Bed, Warmer Mouth by @sunday-bug | +18 | Lee Bodecker x Reader | Sheriff Bodecker can't keep it in his pants for his new secretary, and his mom just wants him to meet a nice gal.
⚛️ He's Just Watching Out by @castielscaplan | He's watching you. For several nights. He finally tells you why.
by @blowingbarnes
⚛️ Deserving | +18 | You brat out and now Bucky needs to show you you can’t have everything you want.
⚛️ Only Ever You - Part 2 | +18 | now you have to deal with the aftermath of both of your actions… ish.
⚛️ Lead Us Not Into Temptation | +18 | You had transferred from St. Magdalene's to Our Lady of the Holy Grace, and you didn't think your first assignment would make you second guess your vows so quick. In your defense, neither did Father Barnes.
⚛️ I Wanna Feel You From The Inside | +18 | You and Bucky get stuck in a snowstorm at an old safe house after you get hit with sex pollen while doing recon in an old HYDRA base in Siberia.
⚛️ Down Bad | +18 | You were never the same after the first night the Soldat visited you.
⚛️ Religion's In Your Lips | +18 | Bucky didn't let you finish prepping for his big Veteran's Committee meeting, so you show him exactly why surprises are no good in situations like this.
by @knowledgeableknitter
⚛️ Isn't it Obvious? | Bucky is recognized in a bar, you confront (and punch) the drunkard who made a hurtful ‘Winter Soldier’ comment. Bucky pulls you away and asks why you care so much. Isn’t it obvious?
⚛️ Caught | +18 | You. Are. Frustrated. You just can't seem to find release. So when you come across Bucky's motorcycle jacket in the common room, you just can't help yourself... But what happens when he finds you?
⚛️ Movi e Night In by @stanmarvelous | Lee Bodecker x Reader | fluff
⚛️ Blurred Lines by @tw1sters | +18 | You've been dancing around this thing with your dad's best friend for far too long — glances that last more than a heartbeat, flirty remarks that toe the line of propriety. It was only ever a matter of time before it snapped.
⚛️ FORTY-SEVEN SECONDS by @harveystan
⚛️ Muscle Memory by @wildflowersandvibranium | +18 | In a town that never forgets , she thought she could hide the bruises behind a perfect smile and life. But someone from her past sees too much—and remembers everything.
⚛️ straight line to you by @theoracleofsin | +18 | Nick Fowler x Reader | "Our wedding vows were whispered over your sister's grave. She was just practice for you."
⚛️ Caught by @bloomedaster | +18 | One night you think you're alone in the tower but you find a certain avenger alone sitting in front of a computer screen.
by @quantumbarnes
⚛️ Roommate!Bucky | +18
⚛️ James Buchanan "Boob Guy" Barnes | +18
⚛️ Backstreets and Backseats | +18 | The cameras can wait. He wants you. Now. And he always gets what he wants.
⚛️ threesome by @buckybsdoll | +18 | stucky | Bucky & Steve taking turns with you
⚛️ cheap shot part 2 by @rosemary-beach-babe | Bucky has zero problem using your secret relationship as a tactical advantage in laser tag. A dark corner, a stolen kiss, and he's walking away with the kill.
⚛️ Like a Spider by @tallaennatargaryen | Bucky finds out you've been spending your own money.
⚛️ Yours Truly by @satlun | fluff | As a political science student fortunate enough to become an assistant to Congressman Barnes, professionalism is essential in this field of work. It seems you have been doing well at it, too, until one night, when red wine clouds your head with fantasies about him. Later that evening, an email, written so professionally with your true intentions, is sent to him under the subject of: Urgent Matter Requiring Immediate Attention.
⚛️ 𝚌𝚛𝚢𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚢 by @lunexiax | +18 | It doesn't matter that you're obsessed with your brother's best friend - the one you have had a very complicated relationship with since childhood. It doesn't matter that you fantasise about him, nor does it matter that you keep a diary of all your dirty thoughts because he will never, ever know.
⚛️ The Maid by @mickimoo1409 | +18 | Steve Kemp x Reader | He saved you, he found you and gave you a reason to live, even if it came with threats of death. After two years, your dynamic begins to change.
⚛️ bite the hand by @nonotwithoutu | +18 | Steve Kemp x Reader | When you signed on as a QA at a local hospital, you hadn't expected it to be anything more than the monotonous trade-off of paperwork, clinical reviews, and long advocacy meetings. But when you start suspecting one of the area's most lauded physicians of doing things that surely break his medical oath in his free time, you're morally obligated to report him.
⚛️ Like That Rush by @singulartoast | +18 | Nick Fowler x reader | Nick had a bad day. You take him to the edge and drag him over.
⚛️ virgin by @heldbybarnes | +18 | Bucky dating a girl who’s a virgin and she begs him to let her suck his cock when they’re in the middle of a make out session and he’s surprised to see good she is at it.
⚛️ beginning by @barnesdreamcatcher | you move into the apartment next door—and you don’t let him run away even though it’s all he wants to do.
⚛️ bf!bucky by @bittersweetlyblue
⚛️ The Arrangement by @castielscaplan | fluff | Mafia Bucky in an arranged marriage and he avoids her because he's supposed to be this suave debonair guy and he just... isn't. His public persona is solid. He runs his business with an iron (vibranium) fist but when it comes to women he is a hot mess and struggles so he just doesn't get involved. But now he has no choice.
⚛️ Anxiety Lingers by @breadohz
⚛️ extra extra by @sheriff-bodecker | fluff | bucky helps look after you while you’re sick (and you just can't get enough of neighbourhood gossip).
⚛️ "do it f'me?" by @flockoff-featherface | +18
⚛️ Silence by @chateaubarnes
⚛️ changing by @sf26
⚛️ Scammer alert! by @herejustforbuckybarnes | Bucky is an online scammer, and halfway through trying to scam you, he starts flirting and ends up asking you out.
⚛️ Christmas Cheer by @vunblr | +18 | Who would have thought that Santa helpers were real, not so little, and had a big appetite?
⚛️ Show me your teeth by @gemmawritess | +18 | There's been talk of vampires walking amongst your small town, no one knows you have evidence of a vampire on your skin but something in you is wanting to have this beast as your own.
⚛️ In Sickness and In Health by @buckytakethewheel | fluff | "Stop pretending you’re fine. You’re bleeding."
⚛️ 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 by @buckyshusband0 | Nick Fowler x Male Reader | After not being able to handle the mafia king's lifestyle, you end up parting ways due to the blood on his hands. Nick refuses to accept the hard truth, which turns his love into heartbreak and grief.
⚛️ Messy Kisses by @societyfolklore | +18 | Lee Bodecker x Reader
⚛️ soft things by @sweet-pea-writes
⚛️ the heat of him by @witchywithwhiskey | +18 | when congressman bucky barnes sees you've forgotten gloves during a blizzard, he insists on keeping you warm.
Please read the warnings before reading any FF. Most of them are +18 and Of course Bucky~
I didn't know there was a limit of links lol
<part11 ... part13>
March 2026
✴️ be quiet by @godmadeaterribleerror | +18
✴️ birthday girl by @melkafucks | +18 | when you came back from college to celebrate your birthday, you expected a quiet evening with parents but when your dads friend james join the party? a lot can happen
✴️ Your Filthy Heart by @sweeterthanthis | +18 | Bucky Barnes doesn't have a heart, that's what they say. And then there was you.
✴️ Lost in The Wild by @daddyjackfrost | +18 | It was supposed to be an easy mission. In and out. But then communication went out. The intel became useless. The weather turned horrific. Bucky lost his gun. And then, you.
✴️ my man on willpower, by @miasvelvetvoid | +18 | angst | “I am no longer the winter soldier. I am James Bucky Barnes,” he said. You looked up at him, your head tilting as tears streamed down your cheeks. A sob ripped from your chest as he continued. “and you are part of my efforts to make amends.”
by @phoenix-in-writing
✴️ Fall in Love Again | +18 | angst | If you could live forever with the love of your life, would you?
✴️ sweet indulgence | +18 | In a moment of introspection, you make a very interesting analogy that proves to be correct and offers an indulgence into life's more simple pleasures OR Bucky Barnes gets lovingly held down while he gets ice cream licked off of his chest.
✴️ Counting the red flags by @imnotjustreadingg-volume-two | Y/N has dates on dates but she’s unhappy, because she can’t find a good man. Maybe she should look elsewhere.
by @stanmarvelous
✴️ Heroes at the Door | fluff
✴️ Wrapped With Care | fluff | You told him no gifts. But when it comes to you, Bucky’s never been good at following the rules—Christmas included.
✴️ Snow Day | fluff | After multiple days of snowfall leave the team feeling trapped in the Watchtower, an idea sparks which sends the New Avengers—and a grumpy Bucky—for some team bonding in the snow.
✴️ Barnes Knows Best | fluff | Bucky is just a friend; Rebecca’s annoying older brother you’ve known for years. After asking him for help, things suddenly change when he decides he can’t keep watching you go from one bad date to the next.
by @metal-armed-muse
✴️ LESSONS IN LOVE | +18 | Being Steve Rogers’ sister meant years of boys looking at you like a warning sign. Now that you’re in college, your lack of experience becomes a major problem. So you ask your brother’s best friend to teach you everything. What starts as lessons becomes something neither of you have a name for yet.
✴️ KITCHEN COUNTER ENCOUNTER | +18 | During a casual movie night with the thunderbolts, you learn that Bucky Barnes cannot keep his hands to himself. Later you learn the same fact again while being pushed against a kitchen counter.
✴️ A SIMPLE FAVOUR | +18 | Bucky Barnes is your senior. That’s how simple it should’ve been. But when feelings come into the mix, nothing is ever simple right?
✴️ Everything Backwards by @buckybabybaby | fluff | angst | When you make-out with a ‘James’ on a night out, you don’t expect to see him again, so imagine your surprise the next day when it turns out he’ll be your new sort-of-flat-mate. As Nanny for Peggy & Steve’s three children, you’ve hit the jackpot, but now the guy across the corridor is threatening to ruin it.
✴️ Alpine's New Nickname by @knowledgeableknitter | fluff | Baby babbles turn into something a bit more specific.
✴️ Solitary Love by @juniebjonesin | +18 | fluff | being a single mom wasn’t exactly one of your top three life goals, but shit happens. now all you want is to do the best you can for your son, which consists of working 24/6 and spending the rest of your free time with him. that leaves little room for anything else these days, especially going on a date with your beloved regular from work.
by @w1nter-fairy
✴️ Anesthesia haze | fluff | After waking up from surgery still under anesthesia, you meet a ridiculously pretty stranger who claims to be your boyfriend. Convinced he's too perfect to be real, you spend the next hour flirting with him.
✴️ headliner problems | +18 | You and Bucky keep keep things casual, until one night, one question, and one wrong answer sends everything spiraling.
✴️ scared i'll never sleep again | +18 | On tour, Bucky Barnes has everything: sold-out shows, screaming fans, the adrenaline of being untouchable… and you, the one who made a cramped tour bus feel like home. He was clear from the start—no relationships. No labels. But somewhere between city lights and hotel nights, those lines begin to blur. You become more than convenient, more than temporary. And he becomes too much of a coward to admit what you are to him.
by @superbassbuck
✴️ so, this is love? | +18 | The Prince of Brooklynne is hosting a grand ball to find a future princess. But when you secretly slip away from your chores to attend, it isn't the Prince’s heart you capture—it’s his father’s, King Barnes.
✴️ i put a spell on you | +18 | 14k | Bucky never believed in love, yet you haunt his thoughts after only a few stolen words. Unable to explain the obsession, he convinces himself it must be witchcraft. And if you’re the cause of his torment, then there’s only one way to stop it… with fire.
✴️ candyman | +18 | what happens when a hopelessly devoted, broke brooklyn boy spends his last few cents on a lollipop just for you? well, you lick it up, he gets hard watching you, and then you come up with a much sweeter way to pay him back.
✴️ COUNTRY ROADS, TAKE ME HOME by @winteryn | +18 | after graduating college, you return to your father’s hometown, disheartened and uncertain about the future. two years later, you have a stable job, a trustworthy best friend and a doting boyfriend who wants to spend the rest of his life with you, and dreams of kids looking like you two running around his farm. the only problem? he's your dad's best friend.
by @starling-in-the-sky
✴️ She's a Little Runaway | +18 | In an act of rebellion to spite your Mafia Don father, you run away across state lines. Bucky is nothing if not a faithful servant of the Family, so he sets out to find you and bring you home. It’s a harder order to fulfill than he expected.
✴️ Princess Treatment | +18 | Bucky finally gets permission from your father to take you out to dinner, in exchange for a favor. Said favor makes him disastrously late for said dinner. How can he possibly make it up to his princess?
by @buckybossanova
✴️ BITTERSUITE | +18 | He promised you immortality, but you never asked what the price was.
✴️ we won't, not in a million years | +18 | dearest reader, we all know that the marriage season has always been a stressful time. overbearing mothers parading their daughters, bachelors being pressured to wed, but something is different this season. nobody in the ton could have expected lord barnes to take interest in a certain bachelorette. it is undeniable that there is passion between them, but there is one question that i'm certain we all have. is it love or lust? unfortunately, that is something not even this author knows.
by @vunblr
✴️ What if...? | +18 | Bucky navigates his insecurities and guilt from his past as he grows closer to his new neighbor, a nurse.
✴️ The Domestic Clause | +18 | fluff | Bucky agrees to a discreet cleaning service to tend to his apartment while he’s away. He never expected the care of someone he’d never met to become the gentlest part of his daily life.
✴️ Crumbs of Connection | +18 | fluff | When Bucky wanders into a quirky late-night bakery, he doesn’t expect the warmhearted owner to challenge his defenses.
✴️ Toy Soldier | +18 | She had been the tool Hydra used to keep him operational; he, the weapon manipulated by their tendrils to execute their ambitions. Years after breaking free, fate Sam Wilson brings them together once more. Now, they must navigate the challenges of forging a connection beyond the twisted dynamic that once bound them in the past.
✴️ signed, sealed, delivered by @chateaubarnes | +18 | It was still late spring, not quite summer. Sometimes, the days carried the brisk chill of wind, plucking petals from flowers and new leaves from trees, before another warm day could make its presence known.
✴️ Are you ready for it..? by @singulartoast | +18 | Can a man fall in love in a stadium of thousands? When star Soldiers player Bucky Barnes attends your record-breaking pop concert held on his home grounds, he thinks anything is possible with you singing your heart out. All he has to do is prove it to you.
✴️ bad idea, right? by @starburstbarnes | Bucky Barnes can totally handle an undercover mission with his ex. It was his idea to ask for her help, after all.
✴️ Sirens and Sinners by @societyfolklore | +18 | Lee Bodecker x Female Reader | It’s too hot, so you go off with friends for a swim, that turns a little scandalous till Lee gets called out.. and finds you and your friends skinny dipping.. and he has feelings about it.
by @kinanabinks
✴️ look at me forever | it's your birthday. ups and downs ensue.
✴️ watch me cry | where he makes her cry and they stop talking for awhile
✴️ big mouth | You have a bad habit of running your mouth when you're tipsy. Luckily, your best friend is always prepared to help you out of any trouble that big mouth of yours gets you in.
✴️ talk you through it | +18 | bucky buys you a sex toy, and tells you how to use it.
by @nicks-fowler
✴️ regret | +18 | in your desperation for attention, you decide to show your mob boss a good time whilst his girlfriend sleeps next to you both.
✴️ nothing | sambucky x reader
✴️ 𝑩𝑬𝑺𝑻 𝑭𝑹𝑰𝑬𝑵𝑫𝑺 𝑫𝑶𝑵’𝑻 𝑲𝑵𝑶𝑻 by @slutdier | +18 | You go back to the summer cabin with your lifelong best friend Bucky Barnes and the tension you’ve both ignored finally becomes impossible to deny. One charged night changes everything between you, no longer just best friends, but something irrevocably more.
✴️ The Maid by @mickimoo1409 | +18 | Steve Kemp x reader | He saved you, he found you and gave you a reason to live, even if it came with threats of death. After two years, your dynamic begins to change.
by @artficlly
✴️ the art of pretending | +18 | 12k | being mentored by bucky is nothing short of torture; he’s cold, infuriating, and impossible to please. but when a mission gone wrong leaves you stranded in a freezing safehouse together, you start to wonder if all that supposed hatred has just been hiding something else entirely.
✴️ this is (not) okay | +18 | 9k | personal assistant rules: don’t crush on bucky barnes. definitely don’t misinterpret a flower purchase and spiral into silent heartbreak, and absolutely never ever get stuck alone with him in an elevator.
✴️ show me again | +18 | 17k | you were born a mutant, gifted with the power to manipulate bodily sensations. until now, you've only ever used it to cause pain. but now, stuck in a remote safehouse with bucky for the next few months, tension crackles between you. when you finally confess that your ability can also bring pleasure, he looks at you differently, more than a little curious to experience it first-hand.
✴️ nothing but hunger | +18 | Being stuck in a blizzard causes Bucky to reveal some information about his time as The Winter Soldier
✴️ letters of devotion | +18 | you sent filthy, anonymous letters and nudes to the drummer of your favourite band, never expecting he’d read them. never expecting he’d keep them. never expecting he’d show up at your diner one night, more than eager to fulfil your fantasies.
✴️ hide & seek | +18 | a simple game of hide and seek for bragging rights turns heated when you and bucky cram into the same hiding spot.
by @danysdaughter
✴️ Sweet On The Job | fluff | 9k | when newly-appointed congressman bucky barnes reluctantly hires the sweetest, most radiant assistant imaginable, he doubts your place in the cutthroat world of politics—until you prove you can run it and melt his guard all at once.
✴️ Baby Blues | angest | postpartum depression was not something bucky barnes knew about—until he ended up learning it the hard way.
✴️ The Vampire Of Sokovia | fluff | a velvet-cloaked vampire is haunting a historical sokovian castle… and somehow, you're the one who always ends up in its arms screaming.
✴️ Hold Your Breath & part 2 | +18 | ~21k | After a panic attack triggers something raw and vulnerable in Bucky, a desperate kiss turns into a night of urgent, clothed intimacy where he clings to you for grounding, connection, and humanity.
✴️ The Education Of James Buchanan Barnes | +18 | when dating apps fail him and thirst traps become his downfall, bucky barnes finds himself spiraling down the internet’s most unholy rabbit hole—pornhub. what starts as horrified research turns into full-blown obsession... especially when you catch him red-handed and make very sure he lives out every filthy fantasy he’s been hiding.
✴️ I Thought We Were Already Dating | +18 | you thought you were spiraling over a situationship—meanwhile, bucky barnes had been acting like your very committed, very oblivious boyfriend the entire time. one public meltdown, a congressional office full of witnesses, and a very intense kiss later… you're officially his girl (and he never doubted it).
by @marvelstoriesepic
✴️ Weakness | You use Bucky’s only weakness to your advantage until it bites you in the ass.
✴️ Like he means it | +18 | 13k | You can’t take another night of hearing Bucky fuck a girl who isn’t you.
✴️ Creamy or Crunchy | Bucky joins you grocery shopping to everyone’s surprise.
✴️ Supposed Distraction | It’s Bucky’s birthday and you and your friends are planning a surprise party. That leaves you with the task to distract him while the others prepare.
✴️ Small gesture, Big meaning | Sam and you prepare something for Bucky’s birthday with the little you can scrape together.
✴️ Change your mind | Natasha drags you to an NYU baseball game. And despite yourself, one player catches your attention.
✴️ A Thousand Times Before | 16k | Bucky travels to an alternate universe for the sake of a mission. But he doesn’t expect to come face to face with a version of you that loves him, completely and openly. Back in his own world, he is left with a truth he can’t keep to himself anymore.
✴️ A Soft Place for a Soldier to Fall | +18 | Bucky doesn’t know how to sleep, how to let go, how to be touched softly. But tonight, you show him.
✴️ Rulebook and the Rebel | You are always careful. Always in control. But one slip is all that it takes for one of your girls to vanish into the woods. And someone won't let you forget it.
✴️ One Inch Deeper | angest | You can’t stand to watch him get hurt. He can’t stand to watch you risk your life for him. In the end, both of you are right - and both of you are bleeding for it.
✴️ Two | Your friends Wanda and Nat drag you to a corn maze event at night. After a rather unpleasant encounter with Bucky, Sam, and Steve, you want nothing but this night to end. Unfortunately for you, you’ll have to find the exit first.
✴️ Latte (He)art | fluff | Your sweet coworker at the café you work at part time is the only thing able to brighten your day. So it’s only practical that he always ends up in the same shift as you.
✴️ Ocean’s claim | Seeking a thrill, your friend Natasha convinces you to go surfing during stormy weather conditions - a bad idea as you come to experience.
✴️ Pirate Nights and Pumpkin Lights | fluff | Bucky and you take Morgan, Billy, and Tommy trick-or-treating on Halloween.
✴️ Music’s Good | Bucky doesn’t own a record player. He buys the albums anyway, just for the excuse to see you again.
by @barnesonly
✴️ Yearning | +18 | you and bucky have been together for a while now, but haven’t had sex yet—he’s insecure, afraid he forgot how. but one night, things finally happen…
✴️ Heart Monitor | bucky is on anesthesia and hes sooo out of it and now reader is touchin is chest or his hair and he says tells her to get off or his wife/reader will see, then reader tells him that she’s his wife the heart monitor speeds upp and he flirts with her
✴️ Lust | +18 | series | You’re a literature student. He’s your English professor — brilliant, composed, and entirely off-limits. But the more you write, the more he notices you. And what begins as admiration quietly unravels into something far more dangerous.
✴️ Ours to Keep by @knowledgeableknitter | series | You and Bucky infiltrate a supposedly defunct lab to gain information on a potential weapon, only to find a very real, very helpless baby girl. The escape is chaotic, and the safe house has nothing for her. Bucky makes an emergency Target run while you find yourself under a new kind of pressure.
✴️ easter by @witchywithwhiskey | +18 | bunny and wolf
by @byhuenii
✴️ You Ran Into Me | You don’t do sports. One accidental run-in changed that One smirking boy with too much charm and too much hair and way too much confidence.
✴️ All American-Bitch | 10k | She’s the Avengers’ perfect little Barbie: glowing, charming, untouchable. The media loves her. The tabloids fetishize her. And she smiles, nods, and answers dumb questions like a pro… She takes it all. And then she punches lockers, screams into towels, and rants in the quiet—safe only because Bucky is there to watch, listen, and maybe even join in.
✴️ False God | 10k | A story of stolen glances, forbidden touches, and the kind of love that’s impossible to ignore—between a boy who swore he wouldn’t, and the girl who makes him break every rule. As their worlds collide in quiet moments, lingering looks, and reckless temptation, neither can deny the pull that draws them together, no matter the consequences.
✴️ It could all be so simple | 12k | He’s the campus hockey throb with a bruised heart and a bad habit of falling too fast. You’re the volleyball captain who speaks in metaphors and doesn’t take any of his charm.
✴️ Longing in Lane by @sunday-bug | +18 | series | 34k | You're spending your summer working at the local bowling alley and thirsting over your ex-best friend's dad, Bucky.
✴️ Booked Solid by @blowingbarnes | +18 | It's entirely your fault that people think Bucky is still available, but that doesn't mean that you have to like it.
