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You're so talented at these mood boards 😭 could I request another? Dad!Bucky or maybe mob!boss!Bucky? Please 💜

Thank you for requesting again love!! It really means a lot 😭

I decided to do both!

when she needs me, I'll be there

Mob Boss!Bucky Moodboard This was requested by @mushyjellybeans 💕 hope you like it!! Mob Boss!Bucky is my absolute favourite au

when she needs me, I'll be there

Dad!Bucky Moodboard This was requested by @mushyjellybeans 🥰 I hope you like it!

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Record Breaker

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Prompt: "How many rounds was that? Four? Five? God, we're about to break our own record."

Warnings: Smut, 18+

A/N: For @the-ss-horniest-book-club drabbles 😍 meant to do this last night but fell asleep 🤭

"How are they still fucking?" Sam asked as he took a swig of beer.

"God knows." Bruce grimaced.

"I'm wondering how Y/N still has a vagina. They've literally been... Fonduing as Brainfreeze here would say all day. It's exhausting." Tony popped his lips and eyed Steve who in return smirked. He didn't have the motivation to sit there and explain exactly how the serum made you constantly horny.

"Buck- oh my god!" You screamed. Your arms curled around his shoulders as he pounded you into the mattress for the umpteenth time tonight. This was quite the norm. Whenever Bucky was away from you for so long, this was his way of saying how much he missed you.

Your orgasm was fast approaching and by the stillness of his hips you knew Bucky was close also. You snaked a hand between your sweaty and hot bodies and tugged his balls gently, a loud roar elicited from him at the pressure.

"Baby!" He moaned. Moving his hips out and snapping them forward in long and deep strokes, your other hand moving down to flick your clit. Your walls clenched tightly around him and your coil snapped. Bucky came seconds after you did, he swelled as his cum spurted on your walls.

Bucky rolled over next to you and panted.

"How was that for you?" He asked, still catching his breath.

"How many rounds was that? Four? Five? God, we're about to break our own record." You chuckled as your fingers grazed your own sweaty skin.

"I love you Y/N." He whispered.

"I love you too handsome."

"Hallelujah!! We can finally relax now that we know Barnes isn't stuck inside Y/N!" Sam's voice yelled down the hallway.

"So doll, how about we aim for 10 rounds? Let's also remove the pillow from the headboard because Sam is next door." He said mischievously, rolling back on top of you.

"Challenge accepted."

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Let Me Show You

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Prompt: "what the hell is a labia?" - "Oh, you don't know? I'll show you."

Warnings: Oral sex (female receiving), fluff.

A/N: this is for @the-ss-horniest-book-club and the prompt was sent in by the amazing @itsunclebucky 💜 and also, guess who's back 😍

You were laying comfortably on your bed perched against the cushioned headboard and a bowl of popcorn sitting in your lap. Bucky was next to you and the two of you were enjoying a quiet evening in your room watching a stand up comedy show.

The comedian made a joke about a woman's labia and you snorted.

"Well, he's not wrong." You cackled. "Imagine if someone seriously hoovered their labia up. Ouch!"

Bucky turned to look at you with a crease between his eyebrows.

"What the hell is a labia?" Bucky asked and you stopped eating midway to look at the super soldier.

"Oh, you don't know? I'll show you." You chuckled, thinking he was just pulling your leg.

You bunched your nightshirt up above your waist and hooked your thumbs on either side of your panties, lowering them down your thighs. Bucky's eyes turned to the size of saucers at what you were doing.

"Doll, what are you doing?" He asked nervously. His fingers fidgeting.

"Showing you what the labia is. Now give me your fingers." You grabbed his hand and guided it between your legs.

With your hand on his, you guided his fingers to the lips and shivered.

"This is the labia." You said, his fingers stroking the warm and sensitive lips.

What you didn't expect for him to do was dip his fingers between them and stroke your clit.

"Buck!" You moaned, your head banged harshly against your headboard and he chuckled. Bucky shifted so he was laying on his stomach and his face close to your quivering cunt.

Bucky's tongue nestled in between your folds and lapped at your clit. You mewled and curled your toes as your fingers dug themselves into his scalp.

"And what is this?" He asked, his tongue circling your clit.

"That's- my- oh my god. That's the clit and you're gonna make me cum!" You panted, your eyes looking down and watching him eat you out through hooded eyelids. Bucky kept at the same pace and since it's been a long time since a man has gone down on you, it didn't take long for the coil in your belly to snap and with a high pitched animalistic moan, you came hard on his tongue. Bucky lapped your arousal up and swallowed everything down with an appreciative moan.

"Delicious. I've wanted to do that for a long time. Now, let me show you what a frenulum is." He says as he unzips his jeans.

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Can’t Help Falling In Love

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Enemies turned to friends. Friends turned to lovers as a misunderstanding brings the two people who hated each other together. 

Warnings: Angst, Language, Bucky is a jerk and a bit of a bully sorry, fluff, implied smut.

Word Count: 3,466 (uhhh oops? Like seriously before I edited this it was at 1.5k LOL)

A/N: Nobody asked for this but I was in an angst/fluffy mood and I love these enemies to lovers AU’s so... I haven’t posted much in a while so this is my apology!! I have lots of requests to get through though and they are NEXT! This almost had smut but wasn’t in the mood to write it :( maybe for part 2?

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You honestly couldn't fathom the real reason why James Barnes hated you so damn much. You didn't even need to speak for him to become pissed off at you, your presence was enough.

You've tried being nice, and you've tried asking Steve why his friend was such a jerk with you when he was lovely and kind to Wanda and even Natasha. "He doesn't hate you, Y/N. You're overreacting." Is was the only explanation you would receive.

It was Stark's weekly movie night, and for the first time in a long time, you were actually excited to sit down and relax with your friends. 

Walking in the common room with a bowl of caramel popcorn in your hand, you realized there were no free seats. Wanda and Vision occupied one couch, Nat and Bruce were snuggled on the loveseat, Tony was relaxing in his very expensive massage recliner chair. Steve was out at a bar with Sam and you were disappointed Bucky didn't go with them, bringing you to your current predicament. Either you could sit on the uncomfortable floor for a few hours, or suck it up and sit next to Barnes. The latter seemed more plausible. When Bucky saw you from his peripheral, he immediately kicked his legs up longways on the couch and you huffed, tempted to throw the damn popcorn at him and smash a vase over his head at the same time. He was making it difficult for you and you didn't understand why. 

"Can I sit, please?" You rolled your eyes to the ceiling. 

"No." He responded, his gaze fixated on the title screen on the TV.

"Fine." You exhaled as you sauntered towards him and sat on his legs. He hissed out in pain as your weight crushed his bones and for a moment you were happy you hurt him. 

Good, he deserved it! You beamed. 

When he realized neither of you was planning on leaving anytime soon, he retracted his legs and you bounced on the cushion underneath. 

For the rest of the night, Bucky didn't utter a word to you but you could sense he was beaming holes into the side of your face every once in a while. You ended up going to bed at midnight. 

You woke up later than usual and threw on some yoga pants and a tank top, making your way down to the kitchen where the rest of the team were already sat down at the dinner table eating their breakfast.

Bucky was making coffee in the kitchen when you walked in, and for a moment you considered leaving since it was just the two of you. He scowled in your direction and you rolled your eyes and walked to the pantry.

"Keep rollin' your eyes, they'll get stuck up in your brain." He sneered.

"Good morning to you too, James." You mumbled. As usual, he ignored your greeting. And then Natasha walked in grabbing a mug from the cabinet and pouring some hot black coffee.

"Good morning Nat. You look absolutely gorgeous today!" Bucky smiled. You watched their interaction carefully. Natasha greeted him back and you felt a pang of hurt in your chest. You sheepishly poured your cereal in a bowl and added some milk, you were about to take a seat on the barstool when Bucky grumbled.

"You're seriously eating here? I'm here and there's a fucking empty chair at the dining table, take your cereal and go and eat there!" He spat angrily.

"Buck she's entitled to eat here." Nat intervened, sick of his attitude towards you.

"No, she isn't!" You tried not to take his words so personally, you really did. Your lips quivered as a sob threatened to break out. You covered your mouth with your hand, your appetite quenched by his hateful words and bitterness. You sprinted on out of there, ignoring the concerned calls from the team.

You headed back to the only place you knew you were safe from Bucky, your room. You dropped face-first on your bed and screamed into your pillow. You ordinarily wouldn't let his words hurt you, and if he was being honest he was expecting you to fight back with your usual sarcasm or your typical eye roll you loved to give him so much. He didn't anticipate you just skipping breakfast and leaving.  

But you've just given up, accepted the fact he hates you and you're done trying, you're done with this job.

You question your role amongst the superheroes. You wondered if it was best to find your own place to live away from them, away from him and resign as an avenger and live a normal life like you desperately wanted.

It was clear he would never accept you as a friend, or even as a teammate. You had so much to think about, it was the weekend too so you gave yourself until Monday to come to a decision.

"Hey, has anyone seen Y/N?" Sam asked, grabbing the bowl of salad on the dinner table. There were some mumbles and the rest of them shook their head. Bucky lowered his gaze to his plate, his heart wrenched tightly in his chest as he reminisced over what he has done to you. 

You stayed in your room for the whole day. Skipping food and occasionally sneaking out for the odd bottle of water with FRIDAY's assistance. The team were worried about you. You didn't answer any of their texts and didn't acknowledge them when they stopped by your room. You knew Tony could have ordered your door to be knocked down if he wanted to. And you didn't know but Bucky had stopped by a couple of times too, but he had to keep up his facade.

It would be the next day when you came face to face with Bucky again. You woke early and decided to get some training done, a bad mistake on your part for doing it on an empty stomach since you started to feel dizzy and nauseous. 

You were jogging on the treadmill when he barged in through the doors in his shorts and tank top, he went straight to the weights. He audibly tutted when he saw you but you decided this time to ignore him.

In the floor-length mirrors, you watched him as he stretched his muscles. Mumbling something under his breath and he kept looking at you, so you knew he wasn't saying nice things. Your legs were starting to turn to jelly, so you shut the treadmill off and stepped off and slowly approached Bucky. As you got nearer him, his nose scrunched up in disgust like your scent was offensive to him.

"Hey, Buck. Do you need a spotter?" You motioned with your head to the weight. He ignored you and continued mumbling under his breath.

"If you have something to say, say it to my face Barnes." You huffed out, a sheen of sweat on your forehead.

"I have nothin' to say to you. I don't know why you keep botherin' me."

"What- what did I do to make you hate me so much?!" Your jaw clenched. Blinking to stop your tears from falling, you refused to let him see you break down.

"You didn't do anything wrong." He shrugged, resuming his squats.

"So you just hate me for no reason?" Your arms folded over your chest, pushing your breasts together and you noticed his eyes quickly glanced at your swells and his tongue darted out between his lips. You cleared your throat and his gaze met yours, as you stood there waiting for his answer. 

To Bucky, you were looking as gorgeous as ever. But he didn't overlook the way your eyes were dark and your skin was pale. If anything, he was concerned about you but his strategy was working and couldn't let his emotions slip through now.

"Look, Y/N. Just because you're friends with the rest of the team doesn't mean we gotta be friends." His pointer finger motioned between you. "I don't like you, it's as simple as that. I don't need a reason. So stop badgering me with questions and creeping up my ass like you're my wife."

Before you could argue, Nat walked in. She looked at the two of you with a questioning eyebrow, a small hope you've sorted your differences out.

"Hey, Nat!" Bucky smiled at her. "I need a spotter. Can you do it?"

"But Y/N is here. She can do it."

"But I'm asking you. I trust you more." He grinned.

And it was then you understood you didn't need to wait until Monday to make your decision.

You watched as Nat walked alongside Bucky to the weights and spotted for him. You murmured a quick goodbye to Nat and went to your room, taking a hot shower and sat on your bed with your back against your headboard, you sighed as you opened your laptop.

You explored Google for a couple of hours looking for apartments you could realistically afford. It would be perfect if you were a billionaire. Then an idea hit you.

"You want me to what?!" Tony yelled, swinging on the stool to look at you like you had just grown 2 heads.

"Tony please I promise I will pay you back in monthly payments once I get a job-"

"A job? You've already got a job."

You sighed and massaged your temples. This was not going as well as you had hoped.

You had very kindly asked Tony for a small loan, without giving him the details as to why you needed the money. You just needed enough to cover rent for a couple of months and some furniture, and when you found a stable permanent job, you would repay him. But you neglected to tell him about your plans to resign because you knew he wouldn't allow you to leave.

"Tony, I can't explain it right now but please trust me-"

"Are you in any trouble? Drugs? Gambling? Are you pregnant?" He asked, cutting you off. You groaned and shook your head no to his questions. "Sorry kiddo, unless you tell me what's going on, I'm not giving you that amount of money."

You felt helpless. You just wanted, needed to get away from the compound. But nobody was willing to help you and you couldn't face the hundreds of questions from Tony right now if you did explain the real reason why you needed the money.

Leaving the lab defeated, you leaned against the wall and yelled into your hands. 

"What did you need the money for?"

Your head shot up to the sound of the voice and furrowed your brows. Bucky leaned against the doorframe of the room next door with his arms folded over his chiseled chest. You were surprised to see him here.

"None of your damn business." You spat and started to walk down the hallway and unfortunately, you needed to walk past him. His hands grasped at your wrist as you step past him, he pulled you back so you're face to face with the man of your nightmares.

"It is my business if it concerns you." His grip on your wrist tightened painfully.

"LET GO BUCKY!" You screamed in his face as you saw his nostrils flare. You pulled your arm back and walked away from him. His heavy footsteps were not far behind you. 

"Don't you walk away from me, Y/N!" The sound of his voice prompted you to move your legs faster. 

You made it to your room and just as you were about to shut the door behind you, a large foot stopped you from doing so. 

"Bucky, leave me alone!" You groaned as he easily pushed the door open and slammed it shut behind him. 

"What, so I ask you a question and now you don't wanna talk to me?" He questioned. 

"What the hell are you talking about? YOU'RE the one who's been acting like a total asshole towards me. Ignoring me when I speak to you!" You hissed. 

"Yeah and only because I heard you and Nat talking about me in the kitchen days after I got here!"

"What? What did I say?"

"So what do you think of Bucky?" Nat asked you, leaning over the kitchen island as she sipped her tequila. 

"He's kinda cute but I don't know... I don't like him that way." You chuckled. You had the hots for the new recruit James Barnes, wild and vivid dreams invaded your mind as you dreamt of him every night. 

While you were busy gossiping with Natasha, you didn't hear the footsteps and heavy breathing outside of the kitchen. 

Your eyes widened when he retold you the story, a simple misunderstanding lead to this much hate and it was all your fault. 

"I - I didn't mean in the way that you thought Buck." You whispered, your heart was heavy with the guilt. The guilt of him assuming people already didn't like him when he was just learning to accept himself and settle into society. "I'm so sorry." you sighed and sat down on the edge of your bed. 

"I'm sorry, too." The bed dipped to your right. "I should have asked you about it first before I... did this." 

"Is that why you ignore me?" You asked, wanting a real answer this time.

"It was. Because I thought you hated me too." Bucked tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear and smiled. "We're both stupid huh." He chuckled.

You nodded your head and joined him with a chuckle of your own. 

"God, I feel so stupid." You cringed as the memory of that night replayed in your mind. 

"Imagine how I feel." Bucky sighed, running a hand through his locks.

"Don't leave." He whispered, catching you off guard. "That kind of money you were asking for would make it possible for you to run. Please don't." His eyes pleaded.

"Are things gonna be different? I can't really cope with this anymore..." You admitted. 

"Most definitely, I don’t wanna fight anymore. I’m tired of fighting. He sighed. “I know of this really great diner a few blocks away. Would you care to join me for some food and a milkshake?" The corner of his lip was pulled up and you nodded your head eagerly, earning a deep chuckle from Bucky.

Dinner at the diner was amazing and for once you enjoyed Bucky's company. The two of you talked everything over and apologized to each other repeatedly. 

You learned a lot about Bucky in the span of an hour. What kind of music he listened to, what his favorite movies were. Turned out he loved the gangster movies and you couldn't blame him. You recommended Goodfellas and he invited you to his room to watch it with him sometime. 

Bucky talked a lot about the 1940s. How different the music was back then and how different the women were. He loved women with self-confidence who didn't need to wear dresses and skirts every day and was comfortable being in her own skin. 

You shared a lot of common interests with Bucky and you regretted not speaking to him sooner about everything. Though the many times you did and he shot your attempts down. 

Bucky paid for dinner and that was another thing you felt guilty about. You offered to pay for your own but he insisted it was his treat for the way he had so rudely spoken to you. 

"Thank you for dinner." You grinned from ear to ear. 

"You're welcome, doll. I love this between us." He admitted, putting an arm over your shoulder as the chill from the air bit you. 

"Me too. I don't wanna go back yet." You chuckled. 

Bucky walked to the vacant bench overlooking the city. You shivered as a gust of wind blew past you. 

You sensed Bucky was staring. You turned your head smiling ready to question him when his lips pressed yours. Your angled heads allowed you to deepen the kiss as your hands wrapped around his neck pulling him closer. His tongue tasted of the chocolate milkshake he had earlier at the diner. The need for air becomes greater and Bucky rested his forehead against yours with a goofy grin on his face. 

"I'm so sorry for everything." His breath fanned against your lips. 

"I'm sorry too and I forgive you. Can I ask you a question?" 

"Anything." He pulled away and smiled.

"Was that - was that your first kiss since...?" You pondered. His body stiffened and you were worried you crossed a line. 

Bucky bellowed out a laugh as a visibly crimson blush crept up his to his cheeks. 

"Maybe." He looked away embarrassed and you couldn't help joining in on the laugh. 

You and Bucky spent a lot of time together since the diner. You watched movies in each other's rooms and took each other out for dinner. 

Everyone at the compound were surprised by the turn of events. 

Just weeks ago, you and Bucky would have happily killed each other and now? You were joined at the hips. Where there was you, there was Bucky and vice versa. 

Since you became so close to each other, Bucky had no problem asking you to be his date to the upcoming party Tony was hosting, which was happening this evening.

You wanted to wow Bucky tonight. With Natasha and Wanda's help, you chose a black dress that showed just the right amount of cleavage with the laced arms, black stockings, and heels. Wanda curled your hair and Nat painted your nails to match your dress and did your makeup, creating a black smokey eye effect. 

You looked gorgeous and the girls knew you would make him weak at the knees as soon as you stepped in the room. 

Bucky was already downstairs with a drink in his hand as he waited for you. He was dressed in a black tuxedo and bowtie, unintentionally matching your outfits. 

The party was in full swing, people dancing, talking and catching up. The main doors swung open and everyone in the room went quiet. Bucky was worried he had gone deaf until his eyes followed the trail of everyone else's. 

His eyes bulged out of his head and his jaw hit the floor when you walked in with your clutch in your hand and looking gorgeous in your dress. 

He watched as your eyes scanned the room and landed on him. He watched as a grin was etched on your face and he returned it. 

His feet carried him closer to you and you met him halfway. 

"Hi, soldier." You greeted as you admired his bowtie. 

"Y/N... you- you- you look..." He was speechless as his eyes wandered up and down your form. He was so used to seeing you in jeans and shirts and on occasion did he see you in your tactical armor. "You look- wow... just... breathtaking." He stuttered and blushed. 

"Do you like my dress?" You grinned up at him as you wrapped your arms around his waist. 

"Yes. Very much." He panted, his eyes turned dark with lust and this gave you the encouragement you needed. 

You leaned up near his ear, your breath made him shiver. "Would you like it more if it was on your floor?" You whispered as his arms snaked around your body and pulled you closer to his. 

"Fuck yes." He growled. 

"Y/N! Wow, you look beautiful." Sam beamed from beside you. 

Bucky growled and before you could respond to Sam as he interlaced his fingers with you and pulled you away. You smiled apologetically at Sam, who just shrugged in return with a knowing grin. 

It was only Steve and Sam who knew of Bucky's lust for you since you became friends. 

Bucky pulled you along and into the elevator when it opened. 

"My room, FRIDAY." He ordered.

"Yes, Sergeant Barnes." The elevator began to move and anticipation built up inside of you. 

"Ready for a long night, doll?" He asked as the doors slid open and he pulled you to his room. You nodded eagerly, relieved your plan worked and you didn't need to resort to using Sam to make him jealous.

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Boyfriend Material

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Prompt: “Feel my shirt. Know what it’s made of? Boyfriend material.”

Warnings: flirting, Bucky being a giant tease, fluff.

Word Count: 333

A/N: This is for @the-ss-horniest-book-club  and sorry for the unexpected hiatus, just think of me as a car that keeps spluttering, I’m just getting into this again! Bear with me, please and I love you all!

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“Hey there you beautiful person.” A voice purred opposite to where you were sat on the kitchen counter, trying to peacefullly drink your coffee. You resisted the urge to roll your eyes and took a long, generous sip of your hot beverage while keeping eye contact with the super soldier.

You couldn’t deny it, Bucky was always making advance passes at you. And so far, you’ve been able to brush each one off. It wasn’t like you weren’t interested in him, every single woman, even men living in the compound, under the same roof as Sergeant Barnes’ found him to be irresistable. So why should you make it easy for him?

“Bucky.” You replied with a smirk. His long, slender fingers combing through his brown hair. You eyed his new black shirt suspiciously, it looked way too small to fit him. The material stretched across his defined chest. “It’s a nice day huh?” You cleared your throat.

“Oh yeah. It’s a nice day to take a nap naked.” He winked and you almost choked on your drink. “Oh! Feel my shirt.” He said as he stood next to you, “Know what it’s made of? Boyfriend material.” He deadpanned as you fingered the hem of his shirt, patting the material for no reason at all between your thumb and forefinger.

“It feels nice.” You released his shirt and rested your hands in front of you on the counter. You felt Bucky’s body heat radiate from behind you, his chest pressed against your back as his lips grazed your ear.

“You’re perfect girlfriend material. How long are you gonna resist me, doll?” His arms stretched out in front of him, effectively caging you in.

“A while longer.” You smirked over your shoulder. “At least until the weekend before we go to Tony’s summerhouse in Malibu.”

“Can’t wait to see you in those flimsy bikinis.” He chuckled. A shiver ran down your spine and raised hairs on the back of your neck when he stepped away.

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Unrequited (Bucky Barnes)

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x reader Summary: You have a pretty obvious crush on Bucky, which is unreturned. Warnings: Angst Word Count: 1,039 A/N: I’ve never wrote angst in my life, this story feels really meh to me. !!Gif not mine!!

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You were absolutely head over heels in love with the gorgeous super-soldier. Not Steve, although he was good looking. But no, you had the hots for his best pal Bucky.

You crushed so hard on him since you came to live in the tower and you struggled to hold your squeal of joy on the inside as Steve escorted you to your room which was a door down from the cute super-soldier. Overjoyed would be an understatement for how you were feeling to be sharing the same floor, the same heat, and air as Bucky.

You did everything you could think of to strike up a conversation with the brooding man. Asked him for some gym tips, which he gladly gave you. Asked about what shampoo he was using to make his hair that soft and shiny, what shower gel he used because goddamn, did he smell good. But he wouldn’t tell you that, instead he told you it was top secret and everyone would go and buy it if he spilled the secret. You would pout playfully and he would chuckle at your childishness.

You complimented his appearance every time you saw him. His choice of fashion in this century was to die for, his shirts, black jeans and combat boots seemed to be his go-to outfit. You would always compliment his hair, expressing your opinion out loud anytime he wore it back in a low bun, the disappointment you would make clear to his face if he shaved his beard off.

Nothing worked, he wouldn’t return the compliments to you and the longer you thought about it, the more you realized he wouldn’t even talk to you unless it was you who started the conversation, to begin with.

You sat on the corner couch one afternoon, everyone was home from their missions and just relaxing. You would subtly notice how interactive he was being with Wanda and Nat, laughing with them and playfully poking them in the ribs. He didn’t once glance in your direction and this hurt you. It reminded you of school all over again, the times you would try too hard to make friends and nobody showed any interest. You were starting to doubt yourself all over again.

Was there something wrong with me? Something unlikable about me that nobody cares I’m here and I exist?

“Y/N, are you okay?” It was Clint who broke your trance, you didn’t realize you were crying until droplets fell onto your hand. You quickly brushed them away with the sleeve of your sweater and glanced around, everyone’s eyes including Bucky’s was on you, feeling sorry for you.

“Yes, I’m fine, just allergies.” You lied and by the expression of your team’s faces, they knew it was a lie too. “I’m just gonna go and lie down for a while.” You moved quickly, heading towards your room, ignoring the calls of your name behind you.

Everyone looked around at each other, confused by what just happened.

“What was that all about?” Sam asked no one in particular. Everyone murmured different answers.

You beelined for your bed, burying your face under the dozen blankets you had draped on it, wanting to hide your embarrassment.

A loud knock on your door forced you to raise your head, or were you just hearing things?

Great now I’m going crazy.

Until the same loud knocks happened again. With a huff of frustration you dragged your limp body from the bed towards the door, opening it quickly and your eyes almost falling out of your face.

“Hey doll, can we talk?” Bucky asked, casually leaning against your doorframe.

Your words were stuck in your throat as you sidestepped to let him in, shutting the door behind him.

He looked around your room, admiring the souvenirs you had neatly placed on the wooden shelves scattered around.

“What’s up?” You asked with a shaky voice, crossing your arms over your chest and shifting on your feet anxiously.

“Wanted to make sure you were okay.” He answered like it was the obvious thing in the world, and it probably was.

“I’m fine. I just have allergies.” You lied again, the soldier didn’t believe you as one eyebrow quirked up.

“In the winter?”

“Yes.”

Bucky chuckled quietly to himself, shaking his head as he shoved his hands in his pockets.

“I wanted to talk to you.” He said, sitting in the edge of your bed and bouncing his feet.

“About what?”

“Come sit Y/N.” He ordered, patting a spot next to him on the bed. You complied, shifting nervously as you could smell his delicious and mouth-watering cologne.

“Look. I don’t know how to say this, so I’m just gonna say it.” He started talking, his admission making your heart jump up to your throat and your stomach to do somersaults. You nodded for him to continue.

“I know doll.”

Your brows furrowed. What was he talking about?

“About…?” You pressed further.

He quickly rolled his eyes, unamused by your apparent obliviousness.

“About your crush on me.” He blinked, licking his lips before continuing. “But I just want to be clear. I think you’re awesome and I know you’re gonna find someone good for you soon. But it won’t be me, doll. I’m kinda already seeing someone at the moment. I wanted to be honest because I didn’t want you to get your hopes up. I hope you understand.”

You swallowed a lump in your throat. Your insecurities coming to the front of your mind again. You blinked away any tears before they could form and embarrass you in front of him. You had no words, and you were scared to speak in case your voice showed your true emotions. You should be happy for him, but you weren’t.

“I understand.” You whispered, looking away to the far corner of your room.

Bucky squeezed your shoulder gently and walked towards your door, stopping before turning the knob, “I hope we can still be friends.” He said before exiting.

Once you were alone in your space again, you couldn’t stop the sobs escaping from your lips and you didn’t care if anyone heard you. You slipped your body under your blankets, making your eyes sting and heartache and the tears just kept coming and coming.

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Are You Afraid?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Prompt: Reader finds out she's pregnant and is absolutely petrified to tell Bucky because he's still in recovery and it was unplanned.

Word Count: 882

Warnings: A little angst, mentions of sex, unplanned pregnancy, fluffy ending.

A/N: this is for @the-ss-horniest-book-club extended drunk drabbles 💜 seriously have no idea how we would function without this group 💜 This made me so emotional.

The moment those lines stared back at you 12 weeks ago, your whole world was turned upside down. It wasn’t the idea of becoming a mother that frightened you so much, no you actually enjoyed caressing your non-existent baby bump and dipping your ears under the bath water, hearing both yours and your unborn baby’s heart beating. It was the most reassuring thing in the world.

What scared you was how you were going to tell your semi-stable boyfriend that you were pregnant. Bucky was still in recovery, meeting with this therapist a couple times a week and Shuri came to the compound to help with his mind.

A baby was completely unplanned. Though you were both adults and knew it took two to make one. The only person in the compound that knows about your secret is Wanda. And she has told you many times you need to talk to him, because soon you won’t be able to hide your bump. And the lack of interest in sex will become suspicious to him. You’re scared he’ll find out if he put his metal hand on your tummy and felt his baby’s heartbeat under his palm. He would be angry you couldn’t talk to him.

But Wanda was right. You were going into your 13th week and have kept the doctor’s appointments a secret. Wanda went with you once or twice, and when you arrived back everyone questioned where you went together. You could only lie a certain amount of times before they stopped believing you, eventually you decided it wasn’t worth the risk.

It was a Monday afternoon, and most of the morning you had morning sickness. You were thankful Bucky had already left your shared bedroom so he didn’t hear you empty the contents of your stomach into the toilet.

You were cradled on the couch under a mountain of blankets with tear stained cheeks as you ate spoonfuls of chocolate icecream. A movie played in the background but your mind was too focused on Bucky to care what it was about.

"Baby?” Bucky approached you carefully when he noticed your zoned out state. And the fact he had been calling you from the doorway for the past five minutes. He sat on the coffee table in front of the couch and you smiled.

“Hey, how did therapy go?” You asked with a hoarse voice. Bucky’s eyebrows knitted together. He could read you so well, he knew something was wrong.

“It went fine. But I’m more worried about you. Why are you crying baby? What happened?” He pressed and you whimpered. You dropped the spoon into the icecream tub and sobbed into your hands. “Doll, please. You’re gonna make me cry.” Bucky’s voice cracked as he kneeled in front of you. He held your hands and pulled them away from your face. “Whose ass do I need to kick?” He tried to joke.

You chuckled wetly and shook your head.

“Nobody.” You whimpered. Damn these hormones.

“Baby, you know I love you so much right? Please whatever is wrong, just tell me so I can help you.” He pushed and you mumbled something under your breath as you kept your gaze on the pattern of the blanket. “What’s that?” He asked.

“I’m pregnant.” You sobbed louder and Bucky instantly engulfed you into a hug. He held you close. His hands ran up and down your back and he kissed your hair. He joined you and cried happy tears himself.

“You’re pregnant? For real?” He grinned and cried at the same time. “I’m so happy! Oh my god, doll. I’m gonna be a daddy! How many weeks are you? Have you taken your vitamins? Doll do we need a... what are they called? Those doctors who monitor the baby?” He threw every question to you and you giggled.

“Everything is arranged, Buck. I’m 13 weeks gone and you’re seriously happy?” You searched his face and his smile never dropped.

“Thank god. Everything is fine with the baby so far? Of course I’m happy baby. Why?” He questioned.

“I was just afraid because of your recovery that this would be a bad time.” You admitted and he shook his head. All your fears and worries sucked out of your body instantly by his toothy grin.

“This will help me so much more baby. Does it- does it have a heartbeat?” He asked and his eyes flicked down to your covered belly.

You grinned and lifted the blankets away. Bucky sat next to you on the couch and pressed the palm of his metal hand on your tummy. His eyes grew wide when he felt the little thumps of his precious baby’s heartbeat.

He dipped his head and pecked your lips. Then lowered his face to your belly and pressed a loving kiss there. “I love you so much. Both of you. I can’t wait to meet you.”

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Bucky Barnes Masterlist

*** - Smut

Total Works: 38

Have You Seen My Contacts?

Hugs For Bucky

Diffidence

Straightening Things Out

Grandfather Flash

Bucky’s Good IKEA

Books And Passion ***

Bucky Reading His Fanfiction on Tumblr

Bucky Being Cocky

Bucky Finding Your Kinks

Glasses

Dance (40s!Bucky)

Coffee Shop

Self Care

Trouble

Forever

Rescue

Reunion

Sugar (40s!Bucky)

Super Dad (Dad!Bucky)

Insults

Curls For Girls

Commando

What The Hell Is That?

Sergeant Barnes

Shirts And Assignments

Date Night

Boop And Hoot

Professors

Hormones***

Can’t Help Falling In Love

Spring Cleaning

Super Soldier Sandwich *** (Stucky x Reader)

Experiment Gone Wrong

A Little Problem

It Was A Joke

Midnight Snack***

Dumb Dork