summary: bucky doesn't let anyone touch his hair. well... anyone except you. [written from the pov of Sam.]
warnings: fluff and more fluff. reader is described to have positive, sunny personality. NOT PROOFREAD.
"hey man, your hair is a little messy," Sam wasn't going to mess with Bucky's hair, he merely meant to correct it, but the way Bucky immediately halted his actions and gripped his wrists, Sam understood that Bucky Barnes was incredibly, incredibly protective of his hair.
that was when he realised never to touch it. or even think about touching it.
over the years, Sam has seen countless people try and tidy his unruly locks of hair, but Bucky has had the same reaction to all.
a swift grip on the wrist, a soft glare, and a small mutter of "don't touch my hair" was clockwork at this point.
so when you came along - you with your bright smiles and your cheerful nature - Sam often wondered why you put up with his grump of a friend.
don't get him wrong, he was incredibly happy to see him with you, blossoming out of his shell and all.
but it still puzzled him.
on a particularly slow morning, Sam had dropped in for a visit at the Barnes and (y/l/n) household. Alpine had greeted him like she always does - attention seeking attitude melting away into indifference once she got enough head scratches.
Bucky was still waking up from his sleep, moving around the kitchen with you in perfect sync, both of you preparing breakfast while Sam lounged on the island chair next to the kitchen.
he was busy on the phone, but when he looked up next, his jaw dropped and the phone fell from his grip to clatter on the counter.
there was Bucky Barnes, leaning next to you near the stove, as you brushed your hand in his hair and twisted it all around your fingers, letting him rest his head on your shoulders.
who the fuck is that, Sam wondered.
that can't be Bucky.
when Bucky, ever the skillful assassin, felt Sam's eyes on them, he turned to him with a questioning face.
"since when do you let people touch your hair?" San asked without missing a beat.
"I don't." he replied simply.
"but (y/n) was just now-"
"(y/n) is not people. she's different. special."
that shut Sam up. it was disgusting, really, how sweet Bucky was around you.
you cooed at him softly. "aww, thank you baby," and kissed him on his cheek.
"I need more coffee to deal with this disgusting cotton candy shit so early in the morning," Sam muttered under his breath.
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What’s a poem that reminds you of Aphrodite? Or write your own. I picked the later.
Lady Aphrodite
dipped in golden light,
draped in tender silk,
watches her roses bloom
in her garden, reclining
Oh, to be one of her prized blossoms,
or a simple, graceful dove,
or a ray of sun across her hand!
My goddess shows me grace,
and shows me in the softest ways,
how I shine golden when I’m hers —
a ripple along blue waters,
a breathing, laughing, glistening thing
Heavenly Aphrodite,
wearing sea foam and sunrise,
glowing rapture and delight,
watches her worshipers bloom
like roses
summary: how Bucky's top secret was revealed to the Thunderbolts. ft. a secret wife and Alpine.
warnings: some thunderbolts spoilers (if I'm missing anything, please let me know!)
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the signs were all there, since the start. it was just a matter of time till someone made a connection. which never happened, fortunately for you both. which does not bode well for their capabilities as spies and enhanced humans, but oh well.
the first clue should've been Bucky's tendency to be a little too protective over his things. his duffel bag, his wallet, everything was off limits from the team. not even during emergencies were they allowed to go through the duffel bag, he swore there were no last minute medical supplies hiding there anyways; and even if they got locked out of their room? nope, he won't be opening his wallet. there was no keycard there, he was sure.
had anyone decided to see what was inside his duffel bag, they would find his tactical gear, some medical supplies that he was harbouring, a few knives, guns, and ammunitions, and finally, notes from you that you left every time he was leaving for a mission. there would be some little heart shaped candies that have grown on Bucky a lot more since he met you. there would also be a small metal box that was filled with doodles you had made for him, especially to look at when he was missing you more than usual.
his wallet would not have as many trinkets but has a single photo that frames him just as easily as the duffel bag does. there, hidden amongst the hotel keycard, some cash, and a few business cards, was a polaroid of you and Bucky, clicked by Shuri back in Wakanda. his flesh arm was wrapped around your waist, the metal one lying somewhere in his hut. he was grinning from ear to ear, lips pressed to your cheeks, eyes closed in contentment. it was the happiest he had looked in any photo, celebrating his freedom from the Winter Soldier with you.
well, it was good that nobody ever touched his things.
a second clue that could've been his undoing would've been the way he always hid his phone from the team, not letting them touch it or use it even in cases of emergencies. now, the Thunderbolts were not nosy – okay that's a lie, but not as nosy as they'd like, for they were scared of Bucky's wrath – but that was something that they understood and didn't pry much on, what with Bucky being so private and shit.
his phone wallpaper, the one that opened after unlocking the thing, was your photo, a candid he had taken on one of your picnic dates. the sun rays had illuminated your face and cast an ethereal glow, your eyes shining. my angel, he had called you. Bucky was a smart man, though, and his locked screen wallpaper was something non-descript, knowing that it wouldn't be incriminating at all to have an abstract design on his screen.
another clue should've been the fact that Bucky always 'fucked off' (in John's words) to an unknown place after every long or arduous mission. Alexei had tried to get him to stay, calling the post-mission team bonding as an important chance to increase morale, but Bucky never listened.
he would be too eager to go back to the home he shared with you on the other side of the city, a regular apartment that was filled with pictures of you and him, comfort, and his favourite sight: his two girls, you and Alpine curled up on the couch.
Alpine was a recent addition to your household. Bucky had found her roaming the street below at 2 AM as he was returning from a mission, yowling and snipping at all strangers who tried to come close. but when Bucky had stood and stared at the kitten, she stared right back, tilting her head as if she was assessing him.
her assessment must have been positive, because the next thing he knew, Alpine was strutting over to him, tail dangling and paws grabbing at his shoes until she was picked up and held near his chest, where she promptly purred and closed her eyes in satisfaction.
she had a similar reaction to your presence, sniffling your outstretched palm before deciding that you were going to be a better pillow than Bucky for the night, leaving his embrace and jumping into yours.
Bucky wouldn't say it out loud, but he was grateful for Alpine in more ways than one. her presence around the house was much needed ever since he joined The New Avengers, which had him out of the house more days than he'd like.
that damn cat would be his undoing, both of you would've never guessed.
"what's that?" Yelena asked one day, eyes narrowing in on the tendrils of fur that stuck to his black jacket, the contrast making it easier to spot the cat hair.
Bucky cursed in his mind, remembering that he forgot to brush his jacket while he was cleaning his other clothes. how was he to know that Alpine, the sweet little menace that she was, would find his jacket even in the depths of the closet?
yeah, he should've known. that cat brought more chaos than anyone else he's known in the last century.
Bucky shrugged, inspecting the hair as if he was seeing it for the first time. as if it wasn't a daily occurrence for him to scold Alpine while you brushed off the hairs from his clothes.
"looks like cat hair," Bob added, hoping he was helping the conversation.
he wasn't. Bucky wanted to glare at him and shut him up, but even Bucky wasn't that grumpy to mistreat Bob.
"you own a cat now?" John asked, directing the question at Bucky.
"no." he stated firmly. "must have come from the kitten I petted on the way here."
"you snuggle street cats?" Ava asked.
"this one was cute," Bucky shrugged.
"you, Bucky Barnes, pick up random street cats and pet them?" she asked again.
"what's so hard to grasp about that?"
"you ignored all the animals when we went to that petting zoo that Bob wanted to see," Yelena wondered.
"they were not as cute as this one," Bucky knew he was losing the argument.
"I don't buy it." John, ever the smart one, stated the obvious.
"buy what?" Alexei entered the room, late for their meeting. "what are we purchasing today?"
Bob filled him in on the conversation so far.
"the hair is all over your back, too, Mr. Soldier," Alexei picked one up to emphasise on his point. "the stray cat also got to your back?"
"okay, fine," Bucky sighed, deciding to come out with the truth. he was running out of patience. "I... own a cat."
silence fell over the briefing room. the team looked like personifications of the buffering symbol that Bucky has seen on some internet websites.
"can we see?" Bob was the first one to recover, totally on board with Bucky being a cat owner and excited at the prospect of meeting the said cat.
"I don't have photos," Bucky lied. he had plenty of photos in his gallery. in fact, the only photos in his gallery were of Alpine. with you.
one secret out was enough for one day, he thought.
Bob's face fell, nodding.
"but I'll click some and send you today?" Bucky offered, hating that he cared about this kid the way he did.
"okay!" his face lit up again.
"why can't we all just meet the guy?" John asked.
"girl," Bucky corrected.
"okay, girl."
"where is she now?" Yelena asked.
"in my apartment."
"who's taking care of her?" that was Alexei. "you should not leave pets unattended. could be harmful."
"she's not alone," Bucky answered before thinking.
instant regret filled him when he looked at the team who was buffering again.
"let's get back to the mission," Bucky tried. a failed attempt, he knew before he even said the words out loud, but he was now desperate to change the subject.
"who's taking care of her?" John asked again.
"do you have a cat sitter?" Bucky was glad to find the perfect lie, silently thanking Ava for her suggestion.
"yeah," he nodded, confidently. "something like that." he whispered under his breath.
which was a bad idea, considering there were two other super soldiers in this room.
maybe you were right, Bucky should really start to get full sleep. he was not as sharp as he'd like.
"something like that?" John repeated.
"yeah, I've got a cat sitter." Bucky stated, his tone authoritative.
"who is it? are they always taking care of her when you're out on missions?" Yelena asked.
"yes." was Bucky's curt reply.
"can we meet the cat?" for a grown man equalling the size of a bull, Alexei looked more like a child in a candy store.
"no."
"why not?"
"Alpine does not like strangers."
"we're your team," Bob pouted. "please?"
damn Bob and the soft spot he held in Bucky's heart.
".... fine." he said after a few minutes of silence, trying to think of how to get out of this predicament but coming up blank.
so that's how The New Avengers were huddled in the lift of his apartment building, the new mission briefing completely forgotten.
"ah, it's a recon mission, routine. we can come back to it later," John had reassured the team when Bucky tried to get out of this impromptu team outing one last time. he was met with Bucky's glare, but what other choice did Bucky have than to take them to meet his cat?
and that's how you opened the door to find your husband with the team you had only seen on TV and in articles before.
your eyes widened, mouth agape at the sight of your husband, brows furrowed and lips downturned in a grumpier expression than usual, flanked by five super heroes.
"uh..." you tried to make sense of the sight in front of you.
"hi, doll," Bucky breathed out. he stepped inside, a soft kiss dropping on your hair before he lowered his head to whisper in your ear. "I might have fucked up."
"he's awfully close with his cat sitter," Yelena murmured, the other five people in the hallway all nodding in approval.
"I can see that," you whispered back to your husband, peering at his team over his shoulder. "should I welcome them in...?"
he nodded, turning back to the idiots he called his team.
"come on in," his voice was strained, not at all a polite host.
one by one, they were herded inside and to the living room, where your work laptop was on.
"I'm sorry, let me just clean up," you frantically organised the papers and shut down the laptop. "I'm sorry for the mess, we weren't expecting, uh, visitors."
"we?" John, ever the parrot.
"where's the feline that has enamored Barnes?" Alexei asked.
"Alpine?" you looked at Bucky, who nodded solemnly. "oh, she must be here somewhere. let me try and find her."
"your cat sitter does not know where your cat is?" Yelena asked again when you left the room, muttering something about the damn feline. "she's not very good." Bucky shrugged in response.
Bob's gaze was sweeping all around the house before he silently stepped closer to Bucky, voice low.
"she's not your cat sitter, is she?" he asked him, unbeknownst to the rest of the team.
"no," he whispered, already having observed Bob taking in all the photographs in the hallway and the living room, as well as the ring on your finger.
"it's good to meet your wife," he smiled, then.
Bucky returned the smile, the lines on his forehead relaxing a little.
you came back to the room, the white furball held to your chest. "here's Alpine."
Bucky took her from your arms, and that's when Yelena caught sight your wedding band, gleaming in the sunlight pouring from the windows.
"wait, you're married?" Yelena sputtered.
"yes?" you turned to Bucky, more confused than ever. "what... what's going on?" you whispered.
"they think you're his cat sitter," Bob, who was standing next to Bucky, whispered back, his eyes trained on Alpine who was staring back at him just as curiously.
"oh."
"what does your husband think of you sitting around in another man's house taking care of his cat?" John asked.
"and him kissing your head in greetings," Ava added.
"and him calling you doll," Yelena piled on.
"I..." you shrugged, playing off like this was an every day, casual conversation. "he's fine with it. knows I love the cat and we could use the extra money."
"Mr. Soldier! you even attended her wedding, that's so cute!" Alexei pointed at one of the photos from your wedding that you had framed up on the wall.
Bucky sighed, a hand running down his face. "you are all idiots." he muttered.
he knew it was only a matter of time now.
"wait," Yelena was in her buffering mode again. when she was done assessing her surroundings and you two, a loud gasp filled the silence. "you," she pointed at Bucky. "and you." she pointed at you.
John and Ava seem to be reaching the same conclusion, wide eyed and gasping.
"what?" Alexei's brows were furrowed as he gazed around the room. "what is it, Yelena?" he looked to his daughter for support.
"they're married!" Yelena shouted.
and that's how The New Avengers, Earth's mightiest heroes, figured out Bucky Barnes' secret.
part 2
this one was a little all over the place but I hope you enjoyed. do let me know what you think. likes, comments, and reblogs are greatly appreciated <3
pairing: Thunderbolts!Bucky Barnes x female!reader
summary: Bucky Barnes is soft only for one person - the woman he is whipped for. or, little moments in the every day with Bucky.
warnings: FLUFF, SO MUCH FLUFF. soft!Bucky, no use of y/n mentions of sex, pet names (baby) author is a sucker for domestic intimacy and loves writing/fantasising about it. let me know if I missed something!
word count: 1.5k
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Bucky Barnes was whipped for you and only you.
his team teased him relentlessly.
the stoic, distant super soldier was grinning when he came back from your first date. it had left Yelena with a burnt hand from pouring too much coffee in her mug, Bob with a bump to the head as he crashed into the wall while walking, and John with a knife cut while he was cutting vegetables. Bucky had sauntered out of the kitchen with a smile and not the frown they were used to. it was enough to put the team on high alert.
they checked if they had somehow accidentally entered the wrong universe or perhaps the world had reversed? some sort of magic spell? (did the sun set in the right direction? apparently it did.)
as it turned out, Bucky Barnes was just happy that day.
he was happy every time he returned from meeting you.
when you met the team, they had mentioned the drastic change in him. you commented how it was almost impossible to imagine him in the manner they described him - all muscles and stone and sharp replies.
with you he was nothing but soft embraces, tender eyes, and smiles.
god, you loved his smiles. the boyish, rather impish, curve of his lips that put your heart on the edge of your skin, ready to burst out any moment. nobody should be that handsome, you thought every single time.
~
he had a drawer of his clothes in your apartment for the night stays. he couldn't remember the last time he went back to his apartment, nowadays alternating between the Tower and your nearby.
he was as well acquainted with the place as he was intimate with you. he had his own key and would stay on the days where he had an off but you had work. you trusted him enough to take care of your apartment. he would look around for any repairs, replacements, or the likes around the house on those days. so far, he has repaired the leak in your bathroom tap, the flickering of your living room lights, and the switches in your bedroom.
you were not complaining, especially not when he removed his t-shirt because “it was just too damn hot under the sink” and you returned home to the sight of your boyfriend with his chest shining, covered with a thin layer of sweat, and biceps bulging with each turn of the wrench in his hand.
yeah, not complaining at all.
when he got out, grumbling something about washers, you pulled him in for a deep kiss, hands around his neck and chest pressed to his. quickly recovering from his initial confusion, his own hands found your waist, pressing his hips to yours.
“Bucky,” you whispered when he pulled away.
“how was your day baby?” he asked, eyes gazing down at you.
“forget about my day and fuck me, Barnes,” your voice was low but he needed no extra push to follow the order. who was he to deny you?
lifting you up effortlessly, hands on your thighs and lips back on yours, he took you to the bedroom.
no complaints whatsoever.
afterwards, he pulled you closer to his body, murmuring something about showering, lips grazing your temple, and asked if you wanted to join him. you asked, why would I ever say no to that, making him laugh, eyes crinkling at the corners from the wide smile on his face. he looked every bit a man who was content with life and at peace with his demons. for once, he felt light.
~
when cleaned up, you sat down together on the couch, hands holding your coffee mugs filled with orange juice, and discussing your day. he rambled about washers and rubber rings that were the cause of the bathroom leak and you told him about the infuriating incompetence of your coworkers that almost cost you the progress of your project.
you were in the middle of explaining their ineptitude to him when you realised he had a distant look in his eyes. not the kind that meant he was thinking about something entirely absent from the room, but the kind that told you he was hyper focused on something in his vision, mind off in some fantasy land unknown to you.
he was staring at your lips.
perhaps the fantasy land wasn't as unknown to you.
he was too busy observing to notice that you had stopped speaking altogether. you shook your head at the lovesick expression on his face, as if you didn't look irritated and exhausted after a stressful day and its recountance.
no, he looked at you like you were the most beautiful creature in the world. like you were the only thing he wanted to look at for the rest of his life.
so you kissed him again. one hand on his neck, the other holding the mug between you both. a lick of his lips and the kiss deepened into a slow savor of each other's presence.
when you pulled away, his eyes still held that look, but were more focused on your face now. “you're the woman of my dreams,” he confessed, voice nothing more than a whisper.
heat quickly crawled up your neck and face, the blush as sudden as his declaration.
“you're crazy,” you told him. “I haven't even combed my hair yet," your fingers tangled in the wet strands.
“don't need to,” his eyes resembled the waves on a sunny day, bright and blue.
you shook your head, a small, embarrassed smile on your face. you were sure Bucky Barnes was sent on earth to put you into a cardiac arrest.
“I almost forgot,” you were desperate to change the subject, knew Bucky’s words and love would swallow you whole if you didn't. “I saw this new recipe today. wanna help me prepare dinner?”
he was an absolute disaster in the kitchen but you were training him to be better. so far, he could successfully chop vegetables without cutting his flesh hand. he could also prepare a basic meal for survival without burning down the house.
“are you sure you want me in there?” he glanced at the kitchen behind you in suspicion, wary of the place, like he was inspecting enemy bases before infiltration.
“you won't fail this time as long as you do it my way down to the last instruction.”
“I'm saying this as someone who briefly heard Adolf Hitler's translated speeches in his hayday,” his lips twitched, barely containing the smile. “you sound like a dictator.”
you rolled your eyes.
“and I'm not complaining. I would follow you anywhere. but you should know that.”
“okay, follow me to the kitchen, Barnes,” you sighed at the dramatics of your boyfriend. you offered him a quick peck before downing your juice and leading you both into the kitchen.
“yes ma'am,” he trailed behind you. he let his eyes fall to your ass, curved perfectly around the shorts you were wearing.
“I can feel you, you know,” you teased.
“yeah? better than coming up to me and begging to be fucked by me every time I take my shirt off.”
you merely shrugged.
“my boyfriend is hot, sue me,” you started taking out the ingredients from the overhead cabinets. when you were unable to reach one on the top shelf, he shuffled closer, casually reaching up and handing you the flour silently.
he was already sitting down in front of the kitchen island to wait for more instructions from you. you decided not to linger too long on the desire to kiss him again when he looked so... inviting.
cooking went smoothly. no fuck ups. you gave him a kiss in reward and he chased your lips, greedy for more. you indulged him.
~
a quiet dinner, filled only with low commentary here and there about the movie playing on TV, was your usual weekday with Bucky. the two of you would occasionally kiss or smile at each other, but appreciated the silence and the food. eating was a sacred activity for Bucky. ever since he started getting a choice for his meals, he felt like he owed it to himself to appreciate every granule. so he did. and he appreciated you for making the food for him on more nights than not.
what he didn't make up for in preparing the dinner, he did in cleaning the dishes. the places were reversed now, you sitting on the island while he meticulously set up the dishes along with his arm.
later, you did your nighttime routine, brushed your teeth, and settled in your bed while your boyfriend locked the door, windows, and turned off all the lights. he never left your safety to chance, always preferring to be overly prepared. your hands outstretched, fingers curling to call him towards you once he was back. he obeyed your silent command without hesitation, long strides bringing him to you. he settled on top of you, thighs slotting between yours and your arms around his waist hugging him closer.
"not too heavy?" he asked like he always did, voice muffled in your hair.
"just perfect," you sighed, breah fanning over his neck and shoulders.
your personal weighted blanket. it helped that he was always warm.
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a part 2 to this fic, but it can also be read as a stand alone.
summary: you and Alpine meet Thunderbolts for the first time.
warnings: use of y/n, (not anymore) secret wife trope, fluff and crack, Bob needs to be protected at all costs, thunderbolts spoilers
a/n: thank you for all the love on cat's out of the bag 😭 I was note expecting that at all. had so much fun writing those dynamics that I'm back with another part!
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silence filled your apartment, the only sounds being the purrs of Alpine, who was held close to Bucky's chest. you stood next to him, staring at The New Avengers as they tried to come to terms with Bucky not just owning a cat or having a cosy apartment, but also having a wife.
all except Bob, who was busy trying to pet Alpine, both of them getting to know each other in a silent gazing fest.
"so this is my wife," Bucky introduced you to the rest of the team, one hand falling down on the small of your back as he balanced his cat in the other. "y/n, meet the team."
"since when are you married?" John asked.
"only a year," you answered.
"a year?!"
"nobody knows except our close friends and my family," you added, trying to diffuse the looks of betrayal on each of their faces.
Bucky levelled one of his infamous stares at the entire team, staring into their souls one by one before announcing, "I'd like to keep it that way."
"secret wife, that so cool!" Alexei grunted. "like a real spy." he glanced at Yelena, who rolled her eyes.
Alpine apparently agreed with the giant, giving a meow.
"and this little ball?" Yelena cooed at the cat who was currently trying to get out of Bucky's hold, no doubt to run back into the room where she was hiding before, but Bucky knew he needed to keep her here for at least five more minutes. he wasn't getting his team out of the house if she disappears before everyone gets a chance to see her.
and he wanted them out of his apartment stat.
"we adopted her two months ago," you said, giving Alpine scratches behind her ear, which seemed to calm her down a little. "Buck found her outside the building."
"but that's so... normal," Ava squinted her eyes at the cat, as if expecting her to start wielding some kind of a weapon.
you grinned at her, glancing at Bucky who gave you a soft smile, barely perceptible except to your trained eyes.
"can I touch her?" Bob asked, his hand outstretched. Alpine stared at his fingers, but did not slap it away, which prompted Bucky to nod in agreement, deciding it was safe and Alpine would not attack Bob.
all the adults in the room held their breath as Bob gingerly laid his hand on Alpine's back, the soft fur parting beneath his fingers as he softly rubbed. when the feline did not protest, he braved a little further, going up to her head and scratching it slowly.
Bob let out a short laugh when Alpine purred, clearly enjoying his closeness and trusting him.
"I got Alpine's approval!" he gave a small cheer.
this prompted Alexei to step forward, his own hand outstretched. Bob backed away immediately. Bucky tightened his hold on Alpine, making sure she wouldn't jump out of his embrace to attack the approaching man.
she gave him an intense stare, assessing him much like she had assessed Bucky and you when she first met you.
the team had positive assessment results.
all of them, one by one, got to pet Alpine, the cat clearly enjoying their attention. it was only when Walker had been scratching her for more than fifteen seconds that she let out a yowl, slapping her paw at his hand.
"ow!" he yelled out, inspecting his hand for scratches.
"relax, you're fine," Bucky had turned away Alpine to prevent any further violence.
"she does that sometimes when her social battery is running out," you offered, hoping Walker does not take Alpine's attack personally. you knew your husband wouldn't care either way, but you were trying to be a good host to his team. in hopes that they liked you.
"that's enough of meeting Alpine," Bucky declared. he let her leave his arms, the cat jumping down and immediately leaving the living room, going back to finding a new hiding place. Bucky stood next to you again, his hands wrapping around your waist. "you can all leave my home now."
"Bucky!" you slapped his chest lightly, eyes squinting up at him, admonishing.
"they don't need to stay, doll," Bucky reminded you.
"but we want to get to know y/n!" Yelena yelled, sounding a lot like a whining baby, everybody else nodding in agreement.
Bucky sighed, his fingers gripping your sides tighter. "she has work and we have that mission," he muttered, eyes closing tightly, knowing he's in a losing war.
"it's fine, babe. I want to meet them too," you said, rubbing his shoulder gently, easing the tension there. he leaned into you subtly, a sign of his exhaustion.
"and the mission will be fine," John reminded. "routine mission, remember? simple recon."
"would you guys like something to drink?" you asked. "oh, and please sit!" you gestured towards your couch.
the team looked at the available seating options, Alexei, John, and Ava settling in the big couch in the middle, Yelena in one of the armchairs, and Bob settling on the carpet in front of the coffee table, right next to Yelena's chair.
"just water would be fine," Ava answered your previous question.
"alright!" you chirped, going to the kitchen to get them their glasses of water. Bucky followed you, hugging you from behind as you hummed.
"I'm sorry for dropping all of this on you suddenly," he whispered in your ear.
"it's fine. I'm more concerned about you. are you okay?" you turned in his hold once the five glasses were set on the tray. your hands rested on his neck, playing with his hair.
he sighed, his head leaning on your forehead. "I'm fine. just annoyed at them."
"you're always annoyed at them," you snickered.
"yeah, well, they're idiots."
"I like them," you concluded.
"of course you do," he shook his head, planting a kiss on your forehead and nose. "you have the kindest heart."
you leaned up to kiss him properly, a soft and gentle press of your lips. the butterflies in your stomach seem to come alive every time you kissed your husband.
"you have the softest lips," you said once you parted, eyes lidded and faces merely inches apart.
"you do," he swallowed your protest with another kiss. when you separated this time, you took a step back, his hands following you.
"we should head back out," you reminded him.
he groaned but let you go.
you entered the living room again, tray in hand, Bucky in tow.
"here," you smiled at each of them as you handed the water.
Bucky sat down on the only remaining armchair in the room, and you sat on one of his thigh, his arm holding you to his chest, your side pressed to his front.
"what do you do for a living?" Ava asked, eyes scanning the paper on top of the stack that you had cleared out previously.
you answered her, telling her about your work and colleagues, gushing about your last completed project. Bucky smiled at your passion, keenly hearing you talk even if he knows all about your work.
"Bucky helps me out some times, when I'm stacked and he's free," you ended, flashing him a grateful smile.
"just a little task here and there," he shrugged, cheeks flushing a little.
"how long have you known each other?" John asked next.
"quite long. the blip screwed a little with the exact numbers, but roughly since he was in Wakanda. I was working with Shuri in her lab in USA when she took me to Wakanda, where I met him."
you remembered the early days, the brooding and awkward man trying to talk to you, but he wasn't used to talking to 'normal' people (his words). there were a lot of stutters, murmurs, and half sentences in between his sessions with Shuri and Okoye and your work in the lab. Shuri had always pushed you two together, calling herself the "captain of the ship" and sending you off on little breaks every time Bucky came to see you.
he might have been a mess, but he was adorable and respectful, and you were drawn to his electric blue eyes. he had carved a place in your heart without even you realising, and when he was free from the Winter Soldier, you remembered the joy on his face, the ease in his movements, as if a weight had been lifted from him. you did not know much, only bits and pieces, but you were glad to share in his celebrations. your first official date was a picnic, three days after his freedom, in the fields of Wakanda near his designated hut. he was affectionate, light brushes of hands and lips on your cheek. he had never been so open with you before and it tugged at your heart strings to see him relax. Shuri had managed to capture the memory when she came to check up on you two. it was your favourite polaroid, presently tucked away in his wallet.
"so you were dating during the whole Flag Smashers ordeal?" Walker asked.
"engaged, actually," you smiled.
the Agent sputtered and looked at Bucky. "I didn't even know, geez."
"you're not a very smart man, John." Bucky quipped, his hands rubbing your sides in a comforting manner.
"will you visit him in the Tower now that the secret's out?" Bob asked.
"I don't see why not," Bucky shrugged, smiling at the thought of acquainting you with the shenanigans and chaos of the tower. "I would still prefer if nobody else knows."
"why so secretive?" Ava asked.
"to protect her," his hold tightened. "I wouldn't be able to live with myself if she got hurt because of me."
"we will protect her." Alexei said, flexing his muscles.
"yes." Yelena nodded. the rest of the team also nodded, which flushed you with gratitude and love at the protectiveness of the team.
"thank you," you said.
Bucky did not say anything, a lump in his throat from the rush of emotions at his team's determination to protect his family, but he gave them a silent nod in thanks.
"so you know Sam, too?" Walker asked.
"yes, he was at the wedding," you told him.
"can you ask him to get off our backs?" Yelena asked. "we're tired of the domestic spat between him and Bucky affecting our working."
you chuckled. "believe me, I've been trying."
"he'll come around," Bucky said, hoping to reassure himself as well as everyone else in the room.
a silence descended over the group, and you started playing with Bucky's fingers while trying to decide whether or not this was an uncomfortable silence or a comfortable one.
"where's your ring?" Bob asked when he realised Bucky has no wedding band around his fingers.
Bucky fished out a silver chain from beneath his tactical gear, the clink of metal on metal filling his room. he held it out, the dog tags almost covering the small ring.
"figured it would have gotten lost during action," Bucky said.
"yeah man, I lost my ring once in the field. had to scour the entire area again to find it." John said. "opted for a chain later, too. it's more practical."
it was a rare sight to see Bucky agreeing with John.
your ringtone interrupted this oddity, you wincing upon seeing the caller ID. "it's work, I gotta take this." you stood up, leaving the room.
"I approve of her," Yelena announced.
"did she need our approval?" Bob asked, looking around at the room. "then I approve, too."
"no she does not need your approval." Bucky sighed, rubbing his temples.
"of course she does! she'll be spending much more time with us now," Ava said, as if Bucky was being stupid.
"will she bring Alpine with her?" Bob's eyes lit up.
"I think you're all going a little too fast," Bucky said.
"don't be crazy, y/n would love to-" John was stopped by your re-appearance.
"I would love to what?" your smile was full of confusion.
"visit us at the Tower!" Ava said.
"I make you good food," Alexei nodded.
"oh, I would love to," you smiled. you heard your husband sigh. "if Bucky is alright with it." you added.
"don't listen to him," Yelena waved her hands in his direction. "at least he'll spend more time with us if you're also there."
"team bonding!" Alexei shouted. "good for morale."
your hands started to massage Bucky's shoulders again, standing behind his chair.
"he'll attend more team bonding sessions, I promise." you said to his team.
"with Alpine?" Bob pressed.
"no promises," you chuckled. "Alpine does what she wants."
hiding in the cabinet of the side table next to your TV, Alpine gave a small purr upon hearing her name.
summary: under the watchful eyes of his criminal entourage and your unapologetic family, you say your vows to the most powerful man in New York City. despite your doubts, your wedding night surprises you in more ways than one. AKA, Bucky knows how to fuck the reader right.
warnings: mdni. 18+, forced/arrange marriage, fingering, oral (f receiving, mentions of m receiving), unprotected piv, praise
a/n: I have never written so much filth in one go. this is another submission for @darkficsyouneveraskedfor's Mini Bingo Mafia AU event. the square is "arranged marriage"
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"I now pronounce you husband and wife," the priest sealed your fate with a simple sentence. "you may now kiss the bride."
Bucky pulled your tense body to him, one of his arms wrapping around you, the other lifting the veil from your face. you could see him more clearly now, his features taut with what you can only assume was hatred, his eyes slipping down to your lips.
the kiss you both shared lasted longer than you might've guessed, but there were no cheers from the attendees. in fact, the hall felt eerie with silence. nobody spoke a word. it was a small group and you suspected everyone in the hall - including your now husband - knew how profusely and passionately you had refused to this match. how you wanted to marry for love, and how you refused to take part in your family's deeds.
but Bucky Barnes always got what he wanted.
and he wanted you.
so when you pulled away, you realised it wasn't hatred, but desire swirling behind his eyes and in the way he gripped your waist tightly.
there was no reception afterwards - no need for that, today.
your husband had planned to host a huge ball later that month to announce his nuptials, when you were more acquainted with his business partners and lifestyle.
for tonight, and for the honeymoon week to come, you were only his.
another wave of nausea swirled around you at the thought.
"you look ravishing," he murmured next to you in the hotel elevator, taking you up to the penthouse suite prepared specially by the staff for your wedding night.
you pursed your lips, not ready to acknowledge his words.
"I can't wait to claim you as mine," his nose brushed your cheek, inhaling you and kissing the corner of your mouth.
"is that how it goes in your world? I'm an object for your amusement?" your voice was laced with bitterness.
he chuckled warmly. "our world, baby. and no, we're equals. you're mine as I'm yours."
you raised your eyebrows, staring into his eyes, wondering if you should believe him.
perhaps, in a different place at a different time, you might have. but you decided to wait for at least 12 hours before making this judgement. you had only just met the man, after all.
"I don't know a single thing about you," was the first thing out of your mouth the moment your husband locked the door behind you. you decided to wait till later to admire the warm and sensual setting of the penthouse with its candle lit hallway and rose petals scattered everywhere.
"what do you want to know?" he said, loosening his tie, immediately going to the bar to pour himself some whiskey.
"are you an alcoholic?" you wondered.
"no," his lips twitched upwards. "just taking the edge off. it's been a long day."
"you don't say."
"I know everything about you," he said, that intense stare back. he looked at you over the rim of his glass, making you feel bare under his scrutiny.
"of course you do," you rolled your eyes in hopes he wouldn't see the cracks in your composure. "some equals we are."
"I was not kidding about that, y/n," he kept looking at you, settling down the glass on the bartop. "you can ask me whatever you want. I'll answer honestly."
"will you share details of your business with me?" that was something you had been curious about since your mother told you you'll be marrying James Barnes. you wondered if you'll be another pawn in a man's life, like you were for your father, or if you'll have any real power.
"I plan on making you a co-partner," he nodded.
"so you trust me?"
"of course."
"what should I call you?"
"what do you mean?"
"James or Bucky?"
"whatever you prefer, baby."
"will you always call me by those names?"
"would you prefer I didn't?"
that made you pause. you bit your bottom lip in thought, his attention shifting to your lips. he gulped, trying to control himself from crowding you and kissing you again.
"no, they're okay," you conceded. even if the pet names had annoyed you at first, the realisation that he was willing to hear you out made you more comfortable in his presence. "what's your favourite dessert?"
he blinked at that. "uh... pie, I suppose. chocolate."
"good choice," your mind tried to come up with more questions but your feet ached from standing up the entire day, rushing from one place to another. "I want to lie down."
"let me," he did not give you a choice this time, arms around your frame as he picked you up, a reminder that you're his bride and tonight is your wedding night. you gulped.
his left hand gleamed in the soft light, returning back distorted reflections. "what happened to your arm?"
his jaw clenched, making you regret the question. you were about to apologise for stepping out of line when he spoke up. "injury from when I was back in the service."
you didn't push him further, nodding and circling your hands around his neck. "I'm sorry."
"it's alright," he pushed the master bedroom door. if you thought roses were in abundance earlier, your marital bed was entirely covered in the petals. you let out a chuckle. "little cheesy, don't you think?"
he shrugged, setting you down at the edge of the bed. he went down on his knees in front of you, hands finding your heels from under the dress.
"what are you doing?" you exclaimed.
"this must be uncomfortable to stand in for so long." he stated, removing your heels. he continued to stay in that position, massaging your feet and toes.
an involuntary moan escaped your lips at the contact before you snapped your mouth shut. the smirk spreading on his lips was infuriating but oh, you wanted to see him smirk like that at you all of the time. what's wrong with me?
"another trivia about me," he started, looking back up at you. one of his hands slid up further your calf. up, up, up, until his fingers settled at the inside of your thigh. "I would love to hear all of the sounds you make when I'm touching you."
your hands immediately flew to his hair, holding for support when his fingers trekked higher, finding your clothed core. "I..." you forced your mouth to inhale and exhale air. "what are you..."
"relax, doll," he stood up, pulling you up with him. "let's take this off, shall we?"
perhaps it was the way his eyes raked over your figure, or the loss you felt when his fingers stopped their dance on your skin, or the heat pooling in your core at his low voice.
you nodded in agreement, hands trying to find the zipper of your dress.
"allow me," he said, turning you around to do the task for you. your hands went limp at your side, his fingers opening the chain, your dress slowly pooling down at your feet. his fingers gently traced figures on your back as the two of you leaned into each other for a moment, taking in the peace before it would be consumed by what you can only assume is passion.
you turned towards him, letting him see your white lingerie-clad body. you heard a growl before his lips crashed into yours, this one feeling a lot deeper and harder than the last one. your moans mixed in each other's mouths, his hands pushing you back to the bed, yours finding the nape of his neck.
when he climbed over you on the bed, your fingers went to completely take off his tie and lose his jacket, his hands working in sync with you.
you separated in need of oxygen, but Bucky couldn't keep his lips off you any longer, it seemed, as he immediately started to nip and suck on your jaw and neck, fingers brushing over your nipples. you moaned, finding his other hand to push it between your bodies, and he instantly rubbed your pussy through your lacy underwear.
"fuck, sweetheart, all of this for me?" he growled, looking up to you before his lips licked at your clothed boob, the act making you even more desperate for his kiss, his touch on your skin.
"James!" you moaned. hisstilled for a second before groping your other boob and groaning deeply.
"my name has never sounded sweeter." he mumbled, more to himself.
"James," you said again, his body reacting under your hands roaming on his shoulder and arms. "please, fuck me."
"not yet, baby. gotta make sure you're all stretched out for me."
you pushed him down at his words. "fingers, then."
"my wife's a desperate, needy girl, is she? could've sworn you hated me by the way you were glaring at me on the altar, doll." he teased but complied to your wishes. slowly removing your panties, he kissed your inner thighs as he settled between them, one of your legs thrown up on his shoulder.
"I did hate you back then," you said. the sight of Bucky between your legs, looking at your pussy like a starved man, his pupils blown with lust, was now amongst the best sights you have laid eyes on in your life.
"is that so?" he continued splattering kisses on your thighs and just near your folds, where you wanted him the most.
"stop teasing," you whined.
"do you hate me now?" he looked up, hands circling around your thighs.
"if you don't stop teasing, maybe I will," you sassed back.
"can't have that." it seems that was all the motivation he needed as he started licking and sucking your clit.
your head fell back on the mattress, hands tugging at his hair as you let out a loud moan.
James Bucky Barnes was a master at eating pussy.
you felt the evidence of it coursing through your nerves, pleasure overtaking your mind. he licked, sucked, and kissed your folds as if he had known them for years, kmown your body like the back of his mind. he paid extra attention on the spots that made your back arch underneath his body, that caused your legs to jerk around him.
before long - far earlier than you'd like to admit - you felt a coil clench in your belly, the tell tale sign of your release. with your hands in his hair, you pushed him closer to your core, if that was even possible.
"I am so close," you moaned and continued to chant his name, fuelling his actions further.
"come on my face, baby," the vibrations from his words spread through you like a wildfire and pushed you over the edge, a scream that sounded too pornographic than you were used to escaped your mouth. "that's a good girl."
his tongue was in your entrance when it started pulsating and you rode out your first orgasm as a married woman with your husband's tongue buried in you.
when it was over, Bucky's fingers rubbed your soaked pussy, another jerk of your body as your legs started shaking again.
"Ja- ames," you moaned again.
"give me one more, baby, just to make sure you don't hate me," he grinned, looking up at you with dazed eyes. "your moans are the prettiest music I have ever heard."
you did not have it in you to register his compliment before he started to insert his middle finger inside your core.
"fuck," you dragged out, your hands returning to his face and hair. he continued to stare at your hole, taking in the tightness and the way you gripped his finger.
"you are so beautiful, baby."
"James," you whined, pulling on his hair, bringing him up to your level. you kissed your husband, tasting yourself on his lips and tongue. you moaned in his mouth.
"gone too dumb with pleasure, baby?"
you nodded, whimpering and riding his fingers, your hips bucking and jerking to chase the release that was quickly building inside you again.
he chuckled, adoration behind his eyes. "that's my girl. take your pleasure, doll. atta girl."
he continued to murmur sweet nothings, peppering kisses and sucking on your jaws, behind your ears, your neck, and collarbone. his praise stroked the heat inside of you, urging you to buck your hips faster.
soon, another orgasm washed over you, making you whine and whimper around his mouth, moaning oh god, oh my god and James, James, James!
your head floated in pleasure, never been satisfied like this before in all your sexual escapades.
when you came back to real world, it was to Bucky massaging and soothing your thighs and hips, still kissing you all over your face.
"come back to me, doll," his voice crooned, and though you did not know him that well, you could see concern fill the edges of his eyes.
"hi," you smiled up at him, sated and possibly a little lovedrunk.
"hey, baby," he grinned. "how ya feeling?"
"so, so good." you answered truthfully. "should I return the favour?" you asked, eyes shifting down to the clear outline in his slacks, his cock straining to break free. "I want to make you feel good."
his gaze darkened but he shook his head. "maybe another time, baby. I think I am too eager to be inside you for that tonight."
a fresh pool of arousal coated your walls, and you were sure you have already made enough mess out of this bed but something about the way your husband looked at you made you forget any frivolous care.
"then what are you waiting for?"
you pushed up, helping him unbutton his shirt and pants, your hands roaming over his broad chest and shoulders, firm and soft at the same time - how was that even possible? - and he wiggled out of his underwear.
his cock was already hard and you wondered if just eating and fingering you turned him on that much. you took it in your hands, impressed by the girth and length.
"Mr. Barnes, I did not know you were packing this underneath those silky, overpriced clothes."
he smirked. "impressed, Mrs. Barnes?"
"maybe."
you stroked his shaft a couple of times, before pushing him down on the mattress and straddling his hips, your knees on either side of his thighs.
"let me take care of you, now." your voice dropped an octave lower, your eyes still lidded with lust. "it's only fair."
"mm," he looked up at you, helping you out of your bra and groping your boobs. he pinched your nipples between his metal fingers, the cold and pain mixing together perfectly with the pleasure. "I love being fair."
you smirked down at him, dragging your wet entrance over his cock, soaking it in your juices. he grunted at the feel of your pussy against his member. you continued humping his cock for a few minutes, your wetness dripping down his cock and balls.
"you're killing me, sweetheart," he groaned, grabbing your hips to still your movements. "c'mon baby, ride me like a good girl."
"since you asked so nicely, husband," your hands found his cock, guiding it inside you.
both of you let out a long moan as you buried yourself completely down his length, inch by inch. when you were fully seated, you let yourself adjust to the fullness inside you, his bare length grazing your walls and filling you up perfectly.
once you were ready to move, you started bouncing up and down.
Bucky, who had closed his eyes at the feel of your pussy gripping him so tightly, half opened his eyes, drawn to your bouncing boobs and fucked out expression. your hands moved up his shoulders, grabbing as you increased your pace.
"James, you fill me up so nicely," you did not mean to say that out loud.
"you're made for me, doll," he panted.
your tight walls were pushing him closer to release, and he tried to delay it as much as he could. his fingers went from your tits down to your clit, rubbing it furiously. your walls fluttered at the contact, making him moan again.
before today, not a lot of girls could say they had heard him moan. grunt, sure. groan, maybe. but nobody ever gave him as much pleasure to warrant him moaning out loud.
until he felt you underneath him. and on top of him. and around him.
"are you close?" he panted.
"yeah," you said.
your thighs burned from exhaustion. you fell forward on him, hips continuing to move around his cock, up and down, side to side.
you kissed him, your tongues dancing for dominance.
his other hand went to your ass, giving it a smack. you moaned around his mouth, which prompted him to repeat the action.
your third orgasm of the night washed over you suddenly, your pussy contracted around him, milking his cock for his release. Bucky couldn't resist, and his seed coated your walls, emptying your balls inside you.
your forehead rested against his, both of you coming down from your highs.
Bucky's eyes opened first, gazing up at you with love.
"you did so well for me, baby," he muttered.
"thank you, James," you whispered.
when he untangled from you, he lied you down softly. he helped you clean up and drink some water. he also ordered some food, calling on the concierge to bring you whatever your heart desired.
after a hearty meal filled with random questions that helped you know your husband more, you and Bucky slid under the covers of the bed.
he slid closer to you, asking you if it was okay to cuddle with you to sleep. your heart swooned at his care and answered with "yes, of course."
when you had woken up that morning, after a restless sleep, your heart was heavy and your mind was filled with negative thoughts about your future, which seemed bleak. now, as you drift off, you have a smile on your face, your mind telling you that perhaps, you can grow to love your husband if he truly was as caring as he was tonight. your future looked bright and full of love.
a girl could do a lot worse.
I wrote this in one sitting, which is the most writing I've got done in a LONG time. hope you enjoy it! let me know what you thought! likes, comments, and reblogs are greatly appreciated <3
summary: whatever he might say, Bucky cannot share you with the world. when he wants your attention, he'll get it one way or another.
warnings: mdni. teasing, fingering, a few hickeys, Bucky is a real tease in this one, pet names, mentions of oral
you were ignoring him.
not intentionally, of course, you just had some work to wrap up before you could join him and give him your full attention.
still, you were ignoring him.
Bucky Barnes does not pout but his lips were jutted out in a way that would resemble a pout. he would say he was sulking.
then, an idea came to him. a sure shot way of getting your attention.
he slid off his t-shirt, his sweatpants already hanging low. he knew this would distract you a little, but his plan was not just that. he made sure to spray on his cologne on him, knowing the effect it has on you.
when he entered the room, you were on the desk, typing away at your laptop.
"I'm just done, Buck," you said, sensing his presence. "just five more minutes."
he did not want to wait five more minutes.
so, he came closer to you, the smell of his freshly sprayed cologne distracting you for a moment. you looked at him, your eyes widening at your half naked boyfriend.
"wh- what are you doing?" you said, mind already clouding with the things you could be doing with him instead of finishing stupid work.
"I got tired of sharing you," he shrugged, making you stand up so he can sit on your chair and you on his lap. "c'mon, doll, let me help you finish this work."
your breath hitched, your pussy dampening at his low voice, his breath fanning over your ear, and his hands that were now roaming all over your chest.
"tell me what you're doing," he said, fondling your breasts. he realised you were not wearing a bra, a low hum in his chest appreciating the little detail. he pinched your nipples through the t-shirt you were wearing, a gasp leaving your mouth.
your eyes were closed, your head slightly bent towards him, work forgotten in front of you.
"c'mon, sweetheart," he said, his hands leaving you completely to prove his point. "I don't want to distract you. I promise to not touch you until you complete your work."
the shit eating grin in his voice told you he had already won this round. the little tease.
"Bucky, please," you whined. "please touch me."
"but what about the work," fake innocence coated his voice. "you gotta complete the work, baby. I'll reward you for it. instant gratification."
"okay," you said, hands returning to your laptop, eyes focusing on the document in front of you.
he was true to his words. his lips claimed your neck, while his hands started roaming your body again.
he was attentive, stopping his ministrations the moment you stopped working, keeping you half distracted and your heart beating wildly.
his hand moved down to tease the hem of your shorts before he slipped past the waistband, continuing his trek down your body. the heat from your core and your moist panties made him smirk, you could feel it on your neck.
he gave you a sharp suck and bite, his fingers pressing down over your core. "already wet?"
you had stopped working again, your mind focused on his hand. "mm hmm." you simply responded to his question.
"keep working, baby," he reminded you, rubbing you through your panties. you opened your legs wider, giving him easier access to your pussy.
when he stopped, you whined again, missing his touch.
"you're not working." he stated simply, looking at the document in front of you both.
"fine," you huffed, starting to type absolutely random words just to get him to finger you.
"good girl," he didn't notice that you were only typing the word pls over and over again. but you were rewarded nonetheless. his fingers moved inside your underwear.
you gasped, continuing to type random letters now, your eyelids dropping halfway, your head slightly bent forward.
Bucky found your clit easily, circling over it once before he dragged his finger down to your entrance, your wetness making things much easier for him. "you're so wet, baby." he teased in your ear before biting it.
you gasped, nodding, your head falling on his shoulder. that finally made Bucky look at the screen. he laughed, the sound reverberating in his chest, a satisfied rumble on your back.
"I guess you can technically say you're working," his eyes roamed the screen, random letters and numbers thrown together as you made a show of working. "your boss is gonna be mad at me again."
you moaned as his middle finger pushed past your entrance, filling you up, and his thumb continued to rub your clit. he sucked a few more hickeys on your neck, biting and kissing the bruises afterwards, while he fucked you on his finger.
your hips started rocking on his hand, desperate for him to go faster. his other hand went under your t-shirt, palming your breasts. he tugged your nipple at the same time he got his second finger inside you, a surprised yelp falling from your lips.
you were panting heavily on him, fucking yourself on his fingers, hands now intertwined in his hair, your work effectively forgotten.
Bucky had half a mind to tease you more, but you were being such a good girl, fucking yourself on him, ruining your work document just to please him, and the sounds out of you, the little moans, whimpers, and gasps, made him change his mind and give you an orgasm or two before he helped you complete your work.
he could feel you tighten around him, your muscles tensing on him as a sign of your incoming release. "Bucky, Bucky, Bucky," you continued to pant, hands tugging at his hair.
he bit your shoulder, his thumb and fingers fastening on you.
"come for me, baby," he whispered in your skin. "I'll clean you up with my tongue afterwards."
the filthy promise was what pushed you over the edge, your mind swimming with pleasure and Bucky. you moaned, a pornographic sound, the rocking of your hips slowing down.
"that's a good girl," he said, one final hickey on the side of your neck being followed by a kiss on your cheek.
you breathed heavily, leaning your entire weight on him, letting him hold you. you stayed like that, his fingers inside you, yours in his hair.
a small ding! on your laptop pulled both of you out of your bubble. it was your boss, asking you for the work that shouldn't have taken more than ten minutes.
you whined, turning your head to look at him with a pout. "can't I just tell her to fuck off?"
he chuckled. "you're turning into a bad girl, baby."
summary: the five times Bucky made you blush and the one time you did.
warnings: AU where all Avengers are alive and live together as a family because I say so; lots of fluffy couply things because I'm In A Mood™; this is NOT proofread!!
1.
the two of you were new to this... relationship. not that it was an exclusive one. you were still figuring out whether you wanted to be a superhero's girlfriend and Bucky was still figuring out what modern dating looked like.
today was your third date, an evening to the new observatory, both of you excited to look at some stars together. New York could be suffocating without the glitter in the sky.
you were wearing a blue, full-sleeved top with a sweetheart neckline, paired with dark trousers. when you met Bucky in front of your door, he gave you a once over before a charming smile spread over his lips.
"I'm not sure whether I'll be able to focus on the stars if you look like that, doll."
it was the first time he had called you by a nickname. his words paired with him calling you doll in that low, teasing voice made heat crawl up your neck and face, your bashful smile directed at the ground as a sudden wave of butterflies swarmed your belly.
"th- thank you?" you said, not sure how to respond.
he chuckled warmly, holding out the helmet for you.
"and if you keep reacting so cutely, I'll have to call you doll more often," he remarked, meeting your eyes and winking at you.
damn him and his disarming smile.
2.
after an exciting time at the observatory, both of you were walking down the New York streets together to get some food to eat. his bike was still parked at the observatory, you two deciding to walk to the nearby quaint cafe instead.
walks with Bucky were one of your favourite things. despite his long strides and natural tendency to walk fast, he would consciously slow down to stroll behind you, your hands animatedly talking about a random topic and his staying in his pockets.
when a rowdy friend group suddenly crowded the sidewalk, Bucky's hands immediately found yours, pulling you close to him as you two passed them.
it was the first time he had held your hand, his big, calloused hand almost enveloping yours. somehow, they fit perfectly, like two jigsaw pieces.
it was a weird sensation holding his hand. good weird.
you could feel his steady hold grounding you to the present despite the way your insides were melting at the contact.
when the path cleared, you expected him to let go of your hand.
instead, it loosened slightly but still held on, now a more casual grip than the protective one it mimicked earlier.
you continued to talk about your favourite Latin phrases while he walked on as usual, the other hand in his pocket.
your hands intertwined together felt natural.
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3.
you had heard about the glamourous, over the top Tony Stark Galas. everyone had heard of them. never in a million years would you have thought you'll be invited to one.
so when Bucky asked "would you be my date for the Stark thing?" it took you a few moments to understand what he was saying.
"Stark thing? like, the Tony Stark Charity Gala?" your voice had raised by two octaves, excitement bleeding from your voice.
"yeah, that," Bucky's nonchalance gave way to amusement at your reaction.
you squealed in delight. "will Captain America be there? I mean Steve and Sam both. Black Widow? Thor?"
you started pacing in front of him, his eyes following you.
"I don't know what to wear, but wait- what if I make a fool in front of them?"
"you do realise these are all people I work with."
you turned around with a flurry that had Bucky concerned about whiplash. "wait so... we'll be going together?"
"... yes?"
"no, like. together together?"
"doll, you need to be clearer."
you shook your head, standing directly in front of him, your feet touching his as you looked up to him.
"I'll be your date." you stated, as if that was supposed to clear things up for Bucky.
"yes," he nodded, still giving you a confused smile.
"you'll introduce me as your...?"
"date?" he responded, his eyebrows scrunching in a cute but dumbfounded way.
you groaned. "Bucky this is the first time I'll be meeting your friends!" exasperation laced your tone. "that's... that's a huge step for us, right?" your hands found each other, fiddling with each other.
"do you not want to?" he asked, suddenly nervous. had he pushed you too far? Sam had given him the 'don't take things too fast' talk when he had ventured into dating in the 21st century.
"no, I want to," you clarified quickly. "I just want to make sure we're on the same page. you're ready for this, yeah?"
"of course," he stated, tugging you closer by your hands, his arms wrapping around your frame. "I get to show you off and prove to Romanoff that I can get girls to go out with me."
the sentence brought you back to your earlier predicament. "oh my god Bucky I don't have anything to wear! and my hair! and makeup! this is an Avengers affair! what if I embarrass myself?! what if I embarrass you!"
"doll," he tightened his hold on you, kissing you to shut you up.
your mind came to a stop, your focus shifting on his lips.
"it'll be fine," he promised. "you'll be great. you'll look pretty - there's no way you could look ugly even if you tried - and I'll make sure to punch anyone who dares say anything against you. yeah?"
"okay," you said in a daze, looking up at his eyes, finding comfort in the ocean staring back at you. "but no punching."
"no promises."
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when the big day was here, you were surprised at how good you looked. after all the panic and indecision, the begging your girl gang to help you get ready, the shopping and the borrowing of dress, accessories, and everything else, you were satisfied when you looked in the mirror. you looked pretty.
you hoped Bucky would think the same.
so when you opened your apartment door and saw him standing outside in a dark blue suit, the jacket hugging his biceps, the shirt underneath outlining his chest, and the tie adding a delicious flair, with his thick thighs being on full display with the slacks...
your breath hitched. you felt familiar heat up your neck, a blush forming on your face by just looking at him.
you didn't have energy to focus on your insecurities when you could focus on Bucky and how downright decision he looked.
"you look exquisite, doll," he said, a single white tulip in his hands. you had strictly banned him from getting bouquets for some time, after he filled your apartment with flowers and you were running out of vases. but he couldn't not get you a flower. especially for an occasion such as this. your first public appearance together.
"Bucky, you look..." you breathed out, mind working in overdrive to find a word that would describe the effect he has on you. your mind was also distracted by his slicked hair and clean shaven face, the way his eyes sparkled when he looked at you, the way his muscles bulged when he moved his arms. "simply delicious." you settled.
well, so much for being coherent.
he chuckled. "I could say the same about you."
4.
he held out the flower in front of you, giving you a wide grin as you narrowed your eyes at him.
"you said no bouquets," he winked.
you sighed, shaking your head.
he assessed your hairstyle before you could take the flower, deeming it good enough for his next actions.
he tucked the flower behind your ear.
Bucky Barnes, the feared assassin, tucked a tulip in his date's hair.
like a lovesick fool.
you blushed even more profusely at his actions.
"it goes well with the dress," he concluded, giving you a once over, taking your hand in his. he pulled you closer, his other hand settling on your waist. "did I tell you how beautiful you look?"
"yes," you said, still in awe of the man in front of you. "did I tell you how handsome you look?"
he chuckled, kissing you, careful of your lipstick.
"are you two ever getting out of here? I have a takeout box and Netflix waiting for me at home," your best friend said from behind you.
"right," you pulled away from Bucky, turning around. "thank you for the help," you hugged her goodbye.
5.
the gala was... overwhelming. both in a good and bad way.
the Avengers were everything you hoped for. a delight.
the attention, on the other hand...
but Bucky was always there, a hand on your back or around your waist. if he left, it was to bring you a drink or talk to someone about some superhero-y thing. classified and top secret. but he was never out of your reach for too long.
in the rare moments he was, his team members kept you company.
Steve and Sam were teasing but respectful, trying to get you to tell them embarrassing stories about Bucky. Wanda and Natasha were friendly, letting you be comfortable in their presence and dishing out gossip to you as if you three were a clique. Pepper and Jane occasionally joined the three of you. Thor was... booming. loud. his presence demanded attention, which made sense. he was a god, after all. Loki, on the other hand, was a shadow. he would occasionally prank someone in a small way, but nothing too major or serious. he was a refreshing presence. Tony was the star, the one that got everyone to act like a group. a united front, and all that. he was both charming and disarming, intimidating to an outsider like you at first, but his warmth was noticeable after some time.
the team welcomed you into their group easily. so much so, they even welcomed you at the after party.
when Bucky returned with your drink, he heard the end of your conversation with Tony.
"think about it, we could use a mind like you," Tony was saying, nodding his head at Barnes in acknowledgement.
"are you poaching my girl, Stark?" Bucky asked, pulling you closer.
"just offering her a better pay, right sweetheart?" he said.
you laughed, nodding. "I'll think about your offer."
"you know where to contact me," he raised his glass, swiftly siding away in response. you frowned in confusion.
"I actually don't know that..."
"are you having fun?" Bucky asked.
"yeah, your friends are nice. do you think they like me?" you played with the lapels on his coat.
"you're their new darling," he said, stealing a kiss. "I think they'll be fighting me for your attention."
"Bucky!" you said, slapping his shoulder. "don't kiss me, we're in front of the Avengers." you whispered the last phrase.
"so?" he laughed. "I'm one of them."
"yeah but you're... you. I know you."
"do you, now?" he raised his eyebrows. you could practically feel the teasing remark on his lips.
"I know you well enough to know you're not gonna stop kissing me in front of your friends."
"damn right," he said, leaning down to give you a proper kiss. the one that left you in a breathless daze afterwards. with a slow motion of your lips, the taste from your drinks mingling with each other. faintly, you could hear Sam shouting a teasing remark that only made Bucky pull you closer to his chest.
when you pulled away, your lipstick was smudged on his lips, but he seemed to not mind.
you could barely meet anyone's eyes for the next ten minutes, cheeks and neck flushed at the memory of Bucky's very public display of affection.
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6.
you were sprawled out on Bucky's chest, the movie playing in front of you, but it was well in the background of your perception. your mind was clouded with new information about your relationship with Bucky, unable to focus on anything else, not even the way his fingers made patterns on your back as he held you.
he could sense you were distracted.
"is everything okay?" his voice pulled you out of your thoughts.
you wondered whether to share the information with him or not. would it help your relationship? it could make or break your future, effectively changing your life forever.
your thoughts were a jumbled mess.
"I came across some new information about our relationship," you said, finally.
that made Bucky sit up, pausing the movie to give you his full attention.
"I think this could make or break us," you repeated your thoughts out loud.
"okay..." Bucky said slowly, not sure what you were getting at. "what kind of information?"
"feelings," you said simply, looking at him expectantly.
"feelings?"
you nodded.
"you've stopped making sense again," he stated simply.
"the information has to do with feelings," you clarified.
"uh... still not making sense."
"I think I love you," you clarified further.
"you- what?" Bucky spluttered, not expecting that.
"I think about you all day, I dream about our future. you make me feel safe, warm, and excited about life. you've made it really hard to not fall for you, you know that? from your compliments to your gestures to your looks. it's a little frustrating how perfect you are."
for the first time, you saw a blush creep up Bucky's neck, a pink tint to his skin.
it was a beautiful thing - everything about this man was - the way his eyes darted around with a sheepish smile, the way his hand wrung together with nerves in a way you've never seen him. Bucky Barnes didn't blush or lose control.
apparently, he did now.
"do you mean all of that?" he said, his voice a whisper you had to strain to listen.
"yeah. every word. I love you, Bucky," you repeated. "you can take your time to say it back, or whatever, I don't really know. I- I just don't want this to ruin what we-"
your words were cut off with an oof escaping your lips before they were covered by his. this time, his kiss was deeper, his tongue fighting with yours for dominance before you gave way. he languidly explored your mouth, his hands gripping the side of your face, his fingers stroking your cheek.
your hands were on his neck, feeling his heat.
when you both broke away, you smiled at him.
"Bucky, you're blushing," you gushed, kissing his cheeks, adoration swelling in your chest.
"shut up," he grumbled, no real heat behind his words.
"make me?" you said.
he kissed you again. and again and again.
when the two of you were done kissing each other, he rested his forehead against yours. he was looking at you, eyes intense and focused only on you.
"I love you, too," he said finally, letting his walls crumble around you, letting you hold him safely.
tears welled in your eyes, the rush of feelings washing over you.
"I love you, Bucky," you repeated.
you spent the night intertwined with each other.
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