Say Don't Go | Part Nine

Bucky x reader au

Word Count: 4.2k

Warnings: None, boring chapter

A/N: Im not gonna lie, I've been struggling with this story but soooooo many of yall keep asking when I'm gonna update so I just decided to sit down and lay it all out and write the rest of the fic, so here we gooo.

Im not really vibing with this fic anymore, its hard ughhh

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The fallout from that night lingered like a storm cloud over Bucky’s head. His bruised knuckles ached every time he clenched his fists, but that pain was nothing compared to the weight in his chest. Nothing compared to the feeling of walking onto campus and not seeing you waiting at your usual spot outside the library, earbuds in, lost in whatever song had caught your attention that day.

You weren’t avoiding him. No, avoiding meant there was still something to salvage. You were done with him. And that realization sat heavy in his bones.

The first day back, Bucky barely made it through practice. His head wasn’t in it, his movements sluggish, off-tempo. Coach chewed him out in front of everyone, demanding to know what the hell was wrong with him, but Bucky barely processed it. He wasn’t the only one who noticed, either.

“Yo, what is up with you?” Sam asked, tossing a towel over his shoulder as they walked out of the locker room after practice.

“Nothing,” Bucky muttered, keeping his gaze ahead, scanning the crowd in the hallway like an idiot. Like he was expecting to see you there.

Sam let out a low whistle. “Man, you’re really gonna sit here and act like I don’t know exactly what this is about? You’re looking for her.”

Bucky stiffened, but didn’t deny it.

“You fucked up,” Sam continued, like he was narrating Bucky’s entire downfall in real time. “You really fucked up and now you’re moody as shit, walking around campus like a ghost. It’s pathetic.”

bucky tries a tiktok trend? - drabble #1

"Okay." You giggled, setting up the phone on the windowsill. "Are you ready?"

Bucky nodded, locked in on your video. "Ready when you are, Doll."

His willingness to try anything worked in your favor more often than not, (the mannequin challenge, the time you curled his hair, the time you made him do the dirty dancing move - which he executed flawlessly by the way) but right now you couldn't help but feel bad for tricking him. Still, you decided to go through with it, it was a harmless prank. "Alright, just stand straight."

He stretched his back, and you tried not to stare at the way his muscles fought his t-shirt. He raised an eyebrow, smirking. "Getting distracted?"

"Never." You shook your head, cheeks hot as you grabbed the broom. Walking back toward the camera, you smiled. "Today, I'm going to be testing my boyfriend's posture."

Bucky stood awkwardly behind you, the camera always made him shy. You kissed his cheek gently, talking to the camera as if he couldn't here you. "What a looker, am I right?"

He rolled his eyes. "I can hear you?"

You feigned surprise, laughing. "Are you sure? You're pretty old, maybe your hearing-" Before you could even react, he expertly wrapped his metal arm around your waist, pulling you in. "Bucky-"

He leaned down, kissing you the way he always did, like it was his last moment on Earth, all consuming and fiery. You felt weak, happy for his hold as you wrapped a hand around his neck, sighing into his lips.

He pulled away, leaning his forehead against yours. "Sorry."

"Don't apologize." You grinned, pecking the corner of his mouth quickly. "I love when you kiss me. Makes me feel all mushy and-"

"Loved?" He raised an eyebrow. "I hope you feel loved."

You nodded, kissing his cheek once more. "I always feel loved. And important. You make me feel everything." His cheeks tinged pink, and you smiled, glad you had the same effect on him he had on you. Stepping back, you locked back into character. "I'm going to have to cut all of that out, of course."

He wiggled his eyebrows. "How unfortunate."

"James!" You scolded, shaking your head. "Behave yourself for five seconds, then you can kiss me senseless as much as you want."

"Senseless huh?" He muttered, and you glared. He raised his hands in surrender, laughing. "Sorry, sorry."

You took a deep breath, looking back at the camera. "To see if he has good posture, I'm going to put this broom through his sleeves."

Bucky nodded. "Shouldn't be a problem."

You giggled, nodding with him. "Not a problem at all." Slipping the broom through his sleeves, you smirked, presenting him to the camera. "Fantastic posture, if I do say so myself."

He stood tall, proud, unsuspecting as you prepared yourself to do the unthinkable.

Your mission: tickling the White Wolf.

Reaching your hands out, you grabbed his sides, tickling him senseless. He jumped, shocked at first.

"Jesus, Doll!" He couldn't help but laugh, almost shrieking when your attack didn't let up. He tried to run away, but you followed after him, unrelenting in your assault. "This is elderly abuse!"

You cackled, throwing your head back. "I'm sorry, this was all a ruse!"

He reached back, pulling the broom out of his sleeve. "You better run."

"Shit!" You screeched, racing toward the door.

Of course, he caught you. You knew he would, you were counting on it. "Spare me!"

He flung you over his shoulder, marched towards your bed, and tossed you down, caging you in between his beautifully muscular arms. Your cheeks felt like they were on fire, the way he was staring at you nearly causing your heart to palpitate. "Bucky-"

"I feel betrayed." He spoke, his voice low. You knew he was kidding, but you pretended, playing into the bit.

"Oh?" Your hands itched to reach out and pull his lips to yours. "And what can I do? To earn your trust again, that is?"

He leaned down whispering in your ear, a chill running down your spine. "I can think of a few things..."

Fractured Recollections

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Synopsis: Bucky never thought he’d reclaim memories that's long since passed in sleep. It's a different kind of torment compared to his recurring nightmares, the memories bittersweet with a sharp tang of pain.

Word Count: 1705

Tags: angst, angst! ANGST!! hurt/no comfort (i’m sorry!), suffering, mention of blood, slight cursing, sad Bucky, mentions of nightmares

Author's Note: Trust when I say that this shi hurt me, like the poor man has been through enough, and now he's plagued with memories, so he has no choice but to mourn.. I'm gonna go put myself in the corner.. so here's my angsty piece, enjoy!

He could taste the melted sweetness of cotton candy on the tip of his tongue and smell the salt on the wind that blew in from the ocean, the sounds of children and adults alike laugh in unadulterated joy ringing around him but his ears prick up at the exclamations of his friends as they more than likely spent whatever leftover money reserved for their ride home on some overpriced carnival prize. 

The familiar lanky figure of Steve clear as day in his vision but the sight of you takes his breath away, your sky blue dress and bright eyes damn near piercing right through his heart and bringing a tingly numbing feeling to his fingertips and just as he looks down at them, he realizes that both arms are attached there.

“Buck! Don't fall behind!” The youthful lilt of Steve’s voice brings him out of stupor, and he soon feels the warmth of your hands grabbing his hand, pulling him along with you.

“You’re such a slowpoke, Jamie,” Your voice shouldn’t hurt him as much as it does right at this moment, he knows that he’s reliving moments long gone but the grin that pulls at his lips is instinctive and set in stone as he responds to you, his hands grasping onto yours. “I’m in no hurry to spend all our money, doll.” A sheepish smile takes over, and you giggle.

“Well, I guess you left that task to us..” Steve laughs, joining in by thrusting his hand out showing a singular dollar in his palm. “So much for taking a comfortable ride home on the bus..” Bucky sighs, shaking his head before leading his friends towards the boardwalk with a grin. “Perhaps we can barter with our friends on the walk.”

Your arm intertwined within the crook of his is tightened against your side as your voice holds a teasing tone to it. “More like bets to be lost against, you're only gonna end up owing money you don't have, Jamie” Steve rolls his eyes as he walks ahead.

“What's new?” 

Everyone within their neighborhood knew the trio who were damn near inseparable. If there was Steve, then they knew Bucky wasn't far behind, and if it was Bucky, you weren’t far behind him. Bucky kept Steve in check and you kept Bucky in check, whilst the two chased off any unwanted advances made towards you and Bucky can still remember the entire debacle that broke out in the middle of their neighborhood as the other boys on the block catcalled you as the three of you walked by.

“What the hell did you just say to her?!” His voice was abrupt as soon as the catcall was unleashed into the air between them, his body on automatic as he roughly turned towards the other boys seated on their doorstep.

“You heard me, Barnes! What are you gonna do about it?!” he felt your hand wrapped around his wrist and he looked to you to see your other arm held up preventing Steve stepping up towards the group, his puffed chest pressed to your arm as you held your ground. “Ignore these morons, boys. I don't feel like patching you two up again..” You say with a glower towards the bundle boys across from your trio.

He could feel the snarl pulling on his lips as he held back and stayed within your firm hold, you always did have such great influence over him and the smile you directed at him as he willingly walked away from the agonistic taunts made the rage quell down all too fast, Steve always did give a fuss when it came to walking away from a fight but your soft voice and grounding touch seemed to not only have such a resolute effect on him.

Was it possible to feel such pain but bliss at the same time? He never thought he’d ever get these glimpses of his once bright past, it’s like salt to a open wound that he can't help but keep pouring into, the sting painful but almost satisfying in a way.

He can still see the pretty dresses that you'd happily accept from your older siblings, never complaining once on how their hand me downs and he remembers the ribbons that you’d correlate to the colors of your dresses in your hair.

He always did admire that about you, how you took pride in your color correlation.

He could feel the sweat on his forehead as he ran down to the shop with his money clenched in hand, the money he spent hours working for just so he’d have enough to buy you something he knew would bring that sweet smile to you lips and he hoped and prayed that it would be there waiting for him.

As soon as he ran through the shop door, the bell rang overhead, and the store clerk grinned at the sight of him “James! What can I do for you?” Bucky was bent over with his hands on his knees, panting for breath before he jolted to the counter and slapped the money down. “That blue ribbon, Sir!”

A knowing smile pulled at the store clerk's lips as he grabbed the cherished ribbon and placed it in front of Bucky. “Ah, for the miss, I assume?” A sheepish smile immediately slips on his face as he carefully tucks it away in his pocket.

“Who's to say!” He mischievously says before bolting out of the shop but not before hearing the amused chuckle the store clerk releases.

He can feel the burn of his tears streaking down his cheeks as his body restlessly shifts, though he preferred this than the torment of his nightmares, the longing in his heart was almost unbearable and it’s as if his very breath was taken from his lungs and he couldn’t afford to get it back.

All those moments of a life that was once was, everyone he knew and loved coming back in memory, oh the torture. How he longed to tie that blue ribbon in your hair and see that radiant smile on your face as you turned and wrapped your arms around his neck to bring him into your familiar and loving hug.

He missed you and Steve. He missed his mom, dad, and his sisters.. He missed how big Brooklyn used to feel to the three of you, he missed how much trouble Steve seemed to get into and he missed chasing off every suitor that seemed endless when it came to you because he couldn’t bear the thought of you on another guy’s arm..

He feels robbed, robbed and deserted on an inescapable island with reminders of what was lost and how he wishes he could feel your arms around him like before, if only he wasn’t drafted, if only he could stay within the confines of the familiar streets of Brooklyn..

Who knows how different his life would have been? Maybe he would've married you, maybe he would have lived a perfectly normal life and that would've been more than enough for him because you would be there and he wouldn’t have so much damn blood on his hands, his mind still would've been his and he wouldn’t have this endless well of regrets that he has no choice but to live with.

His arm hurts. The phantom pain climbing it’s way up like methodological fire in his veins, not only does he suffer physically from that intense itch that never seems to fade from that ragged scar running along his shoulder but he suffers from the mental anguish of his disrepaired mind, so brutally mangled and fried to the point that he can’t the stand those bright mornings where the rays catch right over his eyes.

He missed you and your healing touch. You never failed to patch up whatever scrape or cut he somehow procured, that playful exasperation as you disinfected his measly wounds, and he can still hear your voice as you speak in that knowing tone.

“Always picking fights, you and Steve.” The soft laugh that bubbles from your lips a precious memento that he should’ve done better to cherish, his eyes tracing the shape of your lips as you gently dapped the damp handkerchief onto his bloody lip, if only you could be here right now to take care of not only his marred skin but his terribly awful migraine.

The tightness of his throat was reminiscent of when he held his draft notice in his trembling fingers, that feeling of devastation and anger building up in chest with no other place to go, the beginning of his end.

He could see the stiffness of your forced smile, the sadness in the brim of your eyes as you held back words that just may have destroyed the emotional stability he desperately held onto as you clung onto his uniformed shoulders.

He knew right then and there he had broken your heart but still you smiled and he wished he would have done more, told you he loved you more than the very air in his lungs, that he loved you the moment you stepped onto the play yard, that the love just about poured out of him the moment he tied that pretty blue ribbon you still wear all these years later, he loved you.

But it would hurt you. It hurt enough that he’d be sent off to war and you would have no choice to watch him go, it would only torment you to let him go if he told you and so he tucked it away within the confines of his heart along with every other memory of you.

He’d regret it but you wouldn’t have to live with such torment, he’d allow his yearning to fester and claw at every crevice and nook in his heart if it meant keeping you from feeling the scorching agony of a love that was acknowledged but was never allowed to become.

And as he jolts upright from the cold hardness of his apartment floor, his ragged breathing intermingled with his mournful sobs, he can no longer taste that sweetness on the tip of his tongue, only bitter tears.  

rehab. 19.

Avenger! Bucky Barnes x Winter Soldier! Fem! Reader

Summary: While on a mission to find any more possible super soldiers that were a part of the Winter Soldier program, Steve and Bucky make a discovery in an abandoned HYDRA base that was cleared out a few years prior to their mission. They discover the Reader, a long-forgotten soldier that was still asleep within a functioning cryostasis pod; still awaiting orders. While Bucky isn't happy about it, he is put up to the challenge of helping to rehabilitate the soldier in Wakanda where she may be able to become a person again.

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A/n: Oof, after the fiasco that was the last chapter, I think it's safe to say that shits about to really hit the fan :0 Also, if you enjoy my work, please consider buying me a coffee! If you would prefer to read Rehab on Archive, you may do so right HERE!

This is an au where Bucky joined the avengers but still rehabilitated in Wakanda (sometime before Infinity War [canon divergent cause NOPE]). I am NOT fluent in Russian, so I did use google translate cause I couldn't find a good translator that I trusted. If anything is wrong, PLEASE let me know!! Also, I tried to list as many warnings as possible so you know what the story will contain as chapters are posted. Stay safe!

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Genre: Slowburn, Enemies to Lovers/Friends to Lovers, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Humor, Drama, Dark Content Rated: Explicit Warning: Angst, Dark Content: Graphic Depictions of Sexual Assault, Blood and Gore, Mentions of Manipulation, Kidnapping, Canon-Typical Violence, Body Horror, Nonconsensual Body Modification/Scarring, Emotional and Physical Abuse, Mentions of Murder, Mentions of Suicidal Thoughts/Ideation, Graphic Depictions of Human Remains, Mentions of Sexual Coercion/Manipulation, Death, Misuse of Drugs/Forced Drugging, Self-Harm (Graphic Depictions and Mentions), Nightmares

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Author: ScariusAquarius

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rehab masterlist. chapter 18

Locket

Before the war, Bucky's girl gives him a locket, a reminder of why he should come home. But he never makes it home

Warnings: reader dies

Only little Steve Rogers knew about the locket hidden beneath Bucky Barnes shirt through the war. The oval shaped locket with the floral patterns decorating thr metal.

It wasn't his locket, but the locket she had placed around his neck the second she knew he had enlisted. The locket he had bought for her after asking her to be his girl. She placed the metal oval against his chest and pulled it apart, showing the two pictures inside.

Slow morning sex with Bucky (blurb)

Above photos from Pinterest + dividers by @thecutestgrotto

CW: not proofread. smut, 18+ MDNI!!! AFAB reader. Breading at the end. Not sure what else, let me know if I forgot anything pls!!

My first post🫢 likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated and encouraged💞

“Right there… oh baby” you moan between Bucky’s slow, deep thrusts. The sun rays beam through your blinds hits his skin beautifully; making he resemble an Angel in the flesh as you gaze up at him through hooded eyes.

You can feel every vein, every detail of his thick cock stretching your pussy beautifully. You moan after a particularly hard thrust, closing your eyes for a moment. Opening them seconds later, you wanted to see him as he lost himself in the pleasure. Eyes closed and mouth slightly agape, his eyebrows knit together in pleasure. You hear the quiet moans that escape his mouth and you bite your bottom lip; wanting to hear more of the beautiful sounds.

"I CAN HELP YOU"

I WROTE A SHORT AND CUTE FIC WITH BUCKY

Pov: Bucky conforts you when you're stressed

I hope you like it! 🖤😊☝

Bucky knew something was wrong with you. The moment he walked into the living room and saw you biting your nails, he sensed something was wrong.

He walked over to where you were standing, causing you to raise your head from the screen to look at him. A tense smile appeared on your lips.

"Hey, grumpy old man," you greeted. He smiled and leaned in to place a tender kiss on your lips.

"Hey, doll," he replied, raising an eyebrow, while pointing at the computer on your lap. "Are you going to tell me what that's about?" "It's nothing," you snorted. "It's just that I'm having trouble using one of Tony's programs." You shook your head. "I'll fix it."

"I'm sure you will," he smiled, sitting down on the couch to join you. "You look really stressed, princess," he whispered. "I'm no expert with technology, but I can help you feel more relaxed."

"Oh yeah?" "You asked playfully. He nodded. "And how are you going to do that?"

"Why don't you come here and find out?" he whispered, patting his knee. "Sit on my lap, gorgeous."

You slowly placed your computer on the coffee table and sat where he'd indicated. His hands immediately went to hold your hips, keeping you from falling backward.

"That's it," he whispered. "Good girl," he praised, kissing you again. "I know how much you love sitting on my lap, baby," he said, stroking your hair with his metallic hand, making you shudder against his touch.

You rested your head against his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart against your ribs.

He continued stroking your hair while placing loose kisses on the top of your head and on your lips.

Instantly, you felt your entire body melt against his, completely calm.

"That's it, doll, lean against me," he whispered, wrapping you in his arms. "I've got you."

"Thanks, Buck," you murmured. "I feel much better." "I'm so glad, and you don't have to give them to me." He smiled. "I'd do anything for you."

close quarters [one-shot]

fantasy marvel au bucky x reader when you're assigned a brooding escort for your journey north, the last thing you expect is to be sharing a cramped sleeper car with him. 

Warnings: forced proximity, one bed (kinda), panic attacks, fear of dark, class difference, kissing, generous use of the petname princess, violence, bit of blood/gore/wound descriptions, fluff, kinda sweet, protective bucky, mentions of steve, peggy, sam, dum dum dugan, fantasy elements, monsters, no use of y/n, lmk if i've missed anything

Word Count: 9.6k

A/N: hello, i don't expect this to do well, kinda lost motivation near the end as you'll probably be able to tell. I've been working on this one and off the past two weeks but i'm so over it i just need to post it and be done with it. i've been sick and busy with uni so it's kinda mid so apologies but enjoy my flu induced insanity with this one. sorry for any typos - not proof read.

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Your brother’s insistence that you needed an escort was, without a doubt, the most infuriating part of your journey north. A close second—conveniently tied to your initial frustrations—was the escort himself.

How to cure a grump (12) FIN

How to cure a grump (12)

Summary: You’re losing your job on Christmas.

Pairing: CEO/Boss!Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Warnings: grumpy Bucky, fluff, mentions of smut, banter

How to cure a grump (11)

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“Alpine and Blizzard,” you sigh as you glance at the kittens on your bed. Bucky insisted on taking them home. Home. You didn’t know where home was any longer, nor if you wanted to go back to New York City with him.

a new dawn [bucky barnes x f!reader]

Pairing: Congressman!Bucky Barnes x Personal Assistant!Reader

Synopsis: It's Election Day and you and Bucky stand at a crossroads. As the world turns its gaze toward you both, you're forced to confront the power of love, sacrifice, and the unknown future ahead. Together, you prepare for what comes next, but the path is uncertain, and the stakes higher than ever.

Word Count: 9000

Tags/warnings: an 18+ series, mentions of torture, brainwashing, Hydra typical antics, injections, action/fight sequence, canon typical violence, a lot of angst, like an unreasonable amount of angst. I feel like that's all I can say without spoilers. This is the Endgame of Congress & Carnality. This is where everything happens.

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Yelena groaned softly, her body shifting against the cold tile beneath her cheek. She’d pretty much been out since the attack on her in Russia. The dim lights of your apartment buzzed above her, casting flickering shadows on the cracked ceiling. Rain tapped against the windows in a steady rhythm, an eerie metronome counting down something neither of you could name.

You sat in silence on the worn armchair across from her. Elbows on your knees. Hands clasped. Still. Too still.

Yelena stirred again, one eye blinking open slowly, then the other. Her brows furrowed. She groaned and pushed herself upright with a wince, her voice groggy and low. “What the hell happened…?”

Your eyes lifted to meet hers. Blank. Cold. Calculating. Yelena’s breath caught.

She saw it then. The vacancy behind your gaze. The stiffness in your posture. The flicker of something broken, something twisted, behind your pupils.

“You’re awake,” you said, voice even. Hollow. “Where is the Hydra intel?”

Coping mechanisms

Summary: after the death (sorry💀) of your boyfriend Steve Rogers, you attend therapy to navigate the loss (while your own thoughts haunt you). Italics are flashbacks. Tags: implied Steve Rogers x reader, Bucky Barnes x reader Warnings: This might qualify as steamy but it is not smut; no physical descriptions nor explicit content. Words: 1k Writer's note: this is the closest i've been to writing smut so PLEASE let me know what you think thanksss

“So how has it been the last couple of weeks?” The therapist asked you from across the room. Her gray hair was neatly brushed back, a warm smile on her lips.

A couple of books fell when your back hit the book shelf. The pain of the wood against your skin is forgotten while the heat of his lips traveled down your neck, leaving love bites all over.

“It has been—“ you inhaled, “better.” You could feel the thin layer of sweat on the back of your knees against the leather sofa, working as a reminder not to use shorts for your next visit.

“Have you been doing the breathing exercises?”

Your chest goes up and down, inhaling deeply in a lame attempt to control your movements. A strong set of fingers keep your hips rooted to the mattress while his tongue takes the filthiest sounds out of you.

“Yes”

“And how about your sleep? Has it gotten any better?”

‘I know you have it in you’ his deep, hoarse voice in your ear shook you with a new wave of pleasure while his hair, long and disheveled, tickled your neck.

‘Please, give me one more’ he coaxed you between moans of his own, finally taking you off the cliff for the third time in the night.

His strong arms circled your waist, pulling you over his chest. He left soft and lingering kisses all over your flushed and oversensitive skin. ‘Good night, babe, rest.’

You barely heard him over your sleepness.

“I’ve had some better nights lately”

“Tell me about your social life, have you tried to go out?”

‘Wanna come over?’ You blocked your phone as soon as you sent the text in an attempt to mute the crippling anxiety it brought you.

Your screen lights up seconds later with a notification.

Message from Bucky ‘On my way’

“Not really” your gaze was fixed on your feet, “though I have been seeing some of my old friends”

‘I brought you sushi and a bottle of wine’ Bucky left the shopping bag on the counter of your apartment, his smile strained. ‘Thought you may want dinner after I’m done with ya’ he sent you a cheeky wink that had you discarding your shirt on the spot.

“Do you mean Steve’s friends?”

‘I’ve seen that before’ Bucky tugged at your oversized shirt.

‘It was his’ you muttered, standing next to him on your bed.

He nodded, shame and sadness flashed his blue eyes.

‘We are gonna have to take it out of the way’ he pulled it over your head before taking you back to the mattress.

“Yepp”

“Did you see them on the street? Or where did you see them?”

Your eyes opened lazily to find a super soldier tangled next to you. His relaxed features brought a warm smile to your face.

“No, he visits to check on me”

Bucky crossed the threshold of your apartment door with a bag of groceries, ‘just the basics’ he said as he took them out and put them in the fridge. ‘Another basic’ he pulled out a box of condoms and threw it your way.

You catched it with a grin.

“Just to make sure you are ok? That is a good friend.”

‘Come on, baby’ he was shaking, holding his release for you, ‘I need you to come now’ he cooed as his fingers worked on you.

Once your eyes rolled back and released the breath you’d been holding, he allowed himself to do so.

“Yeah, he always puts me first.” you admitted robotically.

“And how does his company make you feel?”

Your fist closed on the sheets, desperately trying to ease the building tension of your core. But you were merciless at his disposal.

‘You like that?’ He kissed your temple, his broad chest over you.

Unable to form any words, you merely nodded.

‘Let me take care of you, gorgeous.’ He muttered as he pressed deeper into you, causing hot pleasure tears to dwell in your eyes.

“Good” the foot that hung on your opposite knee was bumping awkwardly. An anxious and unconscious habit.

“That is an improvement. He is dealing with something similar, maybe not the same, but you are grieving the same person. Spending time with him probably will help you soothe it, though it won’t heal it. Have you spoken about it with him?”

‘That was the best orgasm of my life’ you muttered with eyes half closed.

Bucky smirked, ‘don’t talk ill about my friend’ he pressed his lips to your jaw.

‘I am not bad mouthing Steve, I am praising you’ you moved to kiss him, pushing him on his back to straddle his hips. ‘Your turn’

“A little bit”

“Did it make you feel better?”

Vibranium fingers sank on your hips, a rough moan came out of his lips while your face nuzzled in his neck in absolute bliss.

‘You’re perfect’ he kissed the top of your head.

‘I might fight you from now on to go on top, Barnes’

You saw a loving smile before he leaned in to kiss you.

“You could say so”

“The next step would be to go out. I think you are ready.”

You grimaced. The woman in front of you leaned her head sideways, trying to bargain.

“You have to, eventually. Why don’t you text your friend, and ask him to hang today in another place than your apartment?”

You huffed, taking your phone out of your pocket.

‘Hey, what are you doing tonight?’ You read the text out loud.

The Doctor nodded.

The answer came almost immediately.

‘Hopefully you. 9 pm at your place?’

“He’s free” you said, not reading his answer out loud.

“Then invite him to do something outside your apartment.”

‘See you at your apartment’ you sent the text without sharing it with your therapist.

“Done.”

“Great” Your therapist smiled, “now try not to fill the void of your late boyfriend with his friend. Think of this new friendship as a coping mechanism for both of you, ok?”

You smiled back, “alright doc”

FATWS!Bucky Barnes x witch!reader

summary: you give bucky a rabbit's foot.

a/n: i was rewatching chilling adventures of sabrina and saw the scene with the rabbit's foot and it inspired me to write something like this. english is not my first language, so i’m sorry if there are any mistakes.

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Superstitions were for people who liked to lie to themselves. Bucky Barnes had always thought that way. He remembered how his mother believed that unrelated objects and actions were connected to certain events. She had a fortune teller she regularly visited to learn about her children’s destinies. She would change her route if she saw a black cat, and if a button dropped on the floor, she would say that a guest was on the way.

Now, you standing in front of him with a rabbit's foot in your hand, Bucky looked at you with a confused expression. “What is this?" he asked.

"A rabbit's foot," you said. Smiling lightly, you explained your purpose. "You're having trouble sleeping, right? Put this under your pillow, and you'll sleep like the dead."

"I'm pretty sure it won't work," he replied. "You know these things are just made up, right?"

"If it were anyone else, yes. It would be made up and wouldn't work,” you said, shaking your head slightly. "But if it’s me, you can be sure that the solution will work like a charm."

He had seen you in action. When Sam had mentioned he might have a friend who could help with the Flag-Smashers situation, Bucky had expected someone with military experience or a dark past. But you were like Veronica Lake. Every time you did some kind of magic, it reminded him of the time he watched I Married a Witch at the cinema.

He had gone to the movie to spend time kissing and being close to the girl he was dating. But Veronica Lake, just like she charmed Frederick March, had charmed Bucky as well.

You cast spells using tongue twisters or another language and used enchanted objects.

When everything was over and you had joined the Wilsons' party, objects were flying around by themselves. Had someone wanted a slice of cake? The order would glide toward them with an invisible force from the dining table. Had a glass broken? It would suddenly gather up from the floor and reassemble as if brand new.

When the night fell like a blanket, only the hosts, Bucky and you were left from the party.

Before leaving, you walked up to Bucky and casually extended the silver rabbit’s foot attached to a keychain, as if it were the most normal thing to do. "Here you go."

Bucky reached out and took the rabbit's foot. It can’t hurt to try, he thought. “Thanks," he said, putting the odd gift in his pocket, rubbing it with his thumb. "How did you know I was having trouble sleeping?"

You smiled lightly and walked away without saying anything.

The next day, when Bucky Barnes woke up, he felt more rested than he ever had before. Nothing ached. He hadn’t had a single nightmare, and on top of that, he hadn’t woken up in the middle of the night, unable to fall back asleep, as was his usual routine.

He stretched and got up from the floor. When he looked at the clock on his side table, he thought it was broken. Then he checked the time on his phone. The clock wasn’t broken. It was past noon. Bucky couldn’t remember the last time he’d slept this late, even in his own time.

He made his bed and decided to treat himself to a nice breakfast. As he left the house, he realized he had a silly smile on his face. Then, he thought about you and how he would thank you the whole way.

Tangled (#6)

Pairing: Cecaelia! Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Warnings: 18+ only. Slight Angst. Fluff. Slow Burn. Eventual teratophilia.

Summary: Between fear and fascination, a solitary creature struggles to protect his hidden world -and himself- after an unexpected encounter with a curious human woman makes him question everything he thought he knew about trust, danger, and boundaries.

Word Count: 8.6k.

Previous Chapter

The warmth of the room contrasted with the dampness on his skin as he stepped toward the couch, moving cautiously, still adjusting to the feel of a body that wasn’t entirely his own. The fabric of the clothes she’d given him clung to him uncomfortably, scented with something that wasn’t his, or hers.

She sat perched on the couch, watching him with a small, tired smirk. “Well, now that you probably won’t get sick from your little adventure of coming here in your birthday suit-” she paused when his brow furrowed, then sighed. “It’s a saying. Forget it.”

His eyes roamed over her body, noting the slight rasp in her voice, the way her shoulders slumped just a fraction, the way her eyes weren't bright as always. His fingers curled at his sides. She had gotten sick because of him.

Silent Obsession

Summary; After he became a civilian Bucky's mind, body and soul was trying to adapt to his new life. He swore to himself that he was going to live the rest of his life alone, until he saw her. His distroted mind and broken soul ached to be with her, to be around her all the time. Could he manage it or ruin it for both of them?

A/N: Hello guys! Not me being consistent lol! I'm enjoying this very much and I hope you do too. Let me know what you think.

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Warnings: Dark Romance. Stalking.

Words: 2.691K

Chapter Two

It had been a week since the game night, Sam had mentioned a mission coming up, it wasn’t soon but Sam didn’t have to hear him say yes, he was always ready for a mission.  A mission was an only thing that made Bucky comfortable, he had been so use to being a soldier and a killing machine that it made his mind calm and relaxed, he liked planning and following the plan, getting the bad guys behind bars or under the ground was something he knew how to do, getting a new life? That was something else. He had woken up in cold sweat, on the floor of his living room, he had a thin blanked on him, covering his bare chest and he could feel his dog tags stuck to his wet chest, he was hyper-aware of the sweat, the dog tags, his navy blue shorts and the blanket on him, he sat breathing heavily.

Meant To Be

Summary: Bucky Barnes x fe!Reader -> When you find yourself transported to the future, you begin to question if you were always meant to be here.

Disclaimer: Kinda open ended, platonic!Steve x reader, fluff, angst, Reader comes from the 40s, MJ scaring people, oblivious idiots, swearing, mentions of violence. Not Proof Read.

You groaned as you hit the solid ground. “Oh, I am gonna kill Howard.”

Coughing a little before rolling onto your front to try and stand, you took a look around you. 

“Where the fuck-”

As you brushed some dust from your skirt, a loud blaring alarm sounded overhead. You were quick to cover your ears before trying to find an exit. What was the wager that Howard had set something on fire again?

But before you could call out, the floor beneath you fell open and you went sliding down. A scream let itself out from your lungs, only stopping just before you landed and rolled onto a pristine white floor. 

“Jarvis, who is she?”

Once again, you groaned. You held your head, keeping your eyes closed. “For god’s sake, Howard. You know who I am. Don’t pull that bullshit with - ow - me.”