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A bed, and just bucky. 🌹
A bed, and just bucky. pt 2 🌹
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✦Read on a03! - Series Masterlist - Bucky Masterlist - Chapter Three✦
✦pairing: Bucky Barnes x female!reader✦
✦summary: Bucky courts you.✦
✦warnings/tags: fluff, meet cute, Bucky being a charming boy, slight slow burn, fluff, no use of y/n✦
✦author's note: oh to be wooed by Bucky Barnes✦
There are things Bucky wants to do before marrying you. Proper things, that you thought people only did in the books you were never supposed to read. Things like going out together, kissing—and nothing more—in quiet corners, and eating food together in your apartment.
At first, it feels like tests. Something you could fail, that could make you lose him in a single breath. The first time he comes over to meet Etta, you’re wound so tight you’re almost a grenade, set to go off the moment he knocks on the door.
You’d worked overtime, to scrape together enough money for the good food, from the parts of town you have to keep your chin high to be allowed into. You bought only the best you could find, you cleaned until your forearms hurt, you made yourself and Etta new dresses, because Bucky knows you’re poor but he’s never seen it. You even gave Earl a bath, as Etta hovered in the corner with an amused expression.
“You really like him.” She says, and you sigh.
“I do. He’s a good man.” He’s perfect.
“You say there aren’t good men.”
“Well, it seems I found the one.”
“Have you told him that you love him?”
“Yes. And,” you wipe your hands on your skirt, fighting your smile. “He said it back.”
“And he gave you money.” Etta adds. “Miss Robinson says that what marriage is for-“
“Miss Robinson is a bitter old twat.” You mutter, mostly to yourself, and Etta’s mouth falls open.
“I don’t think that’s a good word.” She whispers, like God is going to hear it, and you smile to yourself.
“I know. It isn’t. Bucky taught it to me.”
“Hm. Miss Robinson says nice boys don’t swear-“
“Bucky’s not a boy anymore.” You shrugs. “And I think he’s plenty nice, for teaching me new words.”
You return to washing Earl, and decide not to tell Etta the other words he taught you. He’d asked if you knew of marriage talk, and you’d told him the truth. You knew the mechanics—you’d stolen a book for boys, back when you still went to Miss Robinson’s—and you knew what happened. How it worked legally, and that if Bucky’s father wasn’t dead and his mother wasn’t a good woman, there might be people angry at him for marrying you.
They’d say the match doesn’t fit. That you have no money or prestige to offer him—if anything, you’re dragging him down—and Bucky would be better off with another girl who’s never worked a day in her life, without a sick sister he has to pay for, without an attitude he has to put up with.
But Bucky’s the man of his own house. He—for whatever strange reasons—has decided that he wants you. And friends—mainly Steve, which is all that’s important—and his mother like you plenty, and that’s all you really need.
It’s a good thing Etta didn’t you stressing that day. It was even worse than now. You’d done your hair five times until you were happy with it, you bathed for so long your skin felt raw, you’d paced and picked at your nails and thought about calling it off, because it had been foolish to think that Bucky would ever go through with this, with you, you must have tricked him in some way, and his mother was going to see right through it-
Bucky had found you pacing. He’d taken your hands between his, and kissed your knuckles.
“I love you.” He’d murmured, eyes shining. “So they’re going to like you just fine.”
“But what if they don’t.”
“They will.”
“But if they-“
Bucky had said your name firmly, and you’d shut your mouth.
He doesn’t use that voice with you often. The stern one, that really makes you feel dizzy and giddy all at once.
“They will.”
And once again, he proved you wrong. His mother loves you. His sisters like you maybe more than they like him. And Bucky had just sat there at the table, looking happy and proud with a hand resting on your leg.
He doesn’t do I told you so. He’d just kissed you in the car when he dropped you off, and murmured that he’d be back in the morning.
He was. For all the other stuff.
Walking in the park, going down to Coney Island, introducing you properly to his friends.
First Steve, the most important one. Bucky had been right, that first night. You could snap him like a twig.
But when you’d shaken his hand, his grip had been firm. Determined. He’d looked you up and down, and said in a firm voice.
“Never heard Bucky talk about anyone, as much as he talks about you.”
You’d flushed. “What kind of things has he said?”
“That you’re beautiful and smart.” Steve had smiled. “And that he didn’t think you were interested. That he was lucky a girl like you just put up with him.”
“A girl like me?” You’d stiffened, shooting a nervous-looking Bucky a glare over your shoulder, and he’d been a red-eared. “What kind of girl am I, James?”
He’d stuttered, opening and closing his mouth like a fish, then looked to Steve. “Stevie… c’mon…”
He’d been begging. Steve hadn’t seemed to care.
“Above his batting league.” Steve had said. “And he was right. But I also told him that you wouldn’t put up with him if you weren’t interested, so I guess I’m also right.”
“And you win?” You’d asked, and Steve shrugged.
“No. I think Bucky wins this one, even he’s wrong.” He’d smiled again. “He’s an idiot for you.”
“Steve.” Bucky had hissed, but you’d just smiled and leaned into Bucky’s side.
Your affection seemed to save Steve from getting shouted at, and when he told him you liked Steve on the drive home, his shouldered had done their relieved slump.
“That’s good.” He’d muttered. “That’s real good. I love you.”
You’d smiled, and taken his hand when he offered it. He just ends sentences like that sometimes. You don’t complain.
Meeting his other friends had gone fine. They’d mostly just teased Bucky about punching real high, and he’d grinned proudly the whole time.
Then one of his friends had said something you didn’t understand. About you looking tight.
Bucky had socked him in the face. Made him apologize, and given a warning that made you understand why these friends—the college friends—weren’t put in the same category as Steve.
He’d asked you about marriage talk on the drive home, that night. And you’d told him everything about the books and the terms and the transactions. You’d thought you hit all your bases.
But Bucky had chuckled to himself, and shaken his head.
“There are… Other things.”
“Like what?” You’d asked, and he’d glanced at you with a strange expression.
“You don’t know?”
“Well, I-“
“S’alright that you don’t.” He’d said quickly, squeezing your leg. “Just strange to know something you don’t. They taught it to us in grade school.”
“Well.” You’d grabbed his hand, turning it over to play with his fingers. “Girls don’t get to go to school. And I have you now. To tell me things I wasn’t supposed to know.”
Bucky had swallowed, his jaw oddly tight as he stared out at the road. You’d leaned forward, dropping your voice to a whisper.
“Are they bad words?”
They’re words you’re not supposed to say in public.” He’d muttered, giving you one of those hopeless looks that—in Bucky—meant please don’t push me because I love you and I’m going to fold.
You love that look.
“Please?” You’d propped your chin on his shoulder, and he’d swallowed.
Caved, because he loves you, and you don’t think he hates knowing things you don’t as much as he claims.
He’d seemed quite happy telling you all about sex. About how it could feel good, real good, if you both cared about it feeling good. About how he cared about you feeling good, so he’d help you figure out what that looked like.
And you’d asked how. And Bucky had groaned, given you that pleading look, and caved again.
You learned a lot of new words that night. Words good girls certainly didn’t get to know, words that felt dirty to say in a way you liked, and that made Bucky almost groan when you said them.
Words about hands and mouths and body parts between your legs. Words about things he could do, that you could do, that made you get that big heat feeling hearing them.
You’d asked Bucky about that, because he seemed to know things.
He’d groans, and told you it was called being turned on.
“You’ve felt that the whole time?” He’d asked when he parked outside your house, his voice a rasp, and you’d nodded.
“Have you?”
“Yes. But I- Christ.” He run a hand over his face, slumping in his seat.
“Bucky? What’s- It’s not bad, right?” I didn’t do something bad, is what you meant, and he’d heard it.
He’d reached for you with a small smile. “No, doll. It’s- I’d been feelin’ that- Heat. A lot. Had to- Uh- Touch myself. To get rid of it. Kills me waitin’ for when I can touch you, that’s all.”
“Oh.” You’d paused, and come up with what you thought was a good solution. “You can touch me now.”
Bucky had made that hopeless face again, groaned louder than before, and protested that he couldn’t. That it was something you had to be married to do the way he wanted to.
“But there are other ways.” You’d said slowly, and his eyes had widened.
He’d said your name like a plea, and you’d crawled into his lap.
“There are, right? Because just touching is allowed. And-“ You’d pressed your body forward, his thigh pressing against your burning core. “It helps?”
Bucky had swallowed. Looked at you like you were putting all the stars in his hand.
He’d still told you no. That he wasn’t doing this in the car.
But he’d also told you what he could do, once he had a bed. Told you everything he’d want to do.
Held your hips and dragged you back on his thigh, whispering things that made you feel like your head was floating in the clouds. Making your heart pound and touching you, telling you every way a woman can feel good, calling you all kinds of sweet things that make you ache just thinking of them-
“You’re doin’ it again.” Etta rips through your thoughts, and you sort of forgot she was there. “You’re makin’ your Bucky face.”
“I don not have a Bucky face-“
“Yes, you do. And it’s like that.”
You hit her with your rag, and she squeals, jumping back.
“I do not.” You snap. “And don’t tell him I do. Go get dressed.
Etta sticks her tongue out, but stomps away.
The doctor has been working. Bucky found a good one, and paid for it himself.
“Call it a dowery.” He’d said, kissing you on the cheek. You’d frowned.
“I’m supposed to be giving you the dowery.”
“Then it’s a wedding gift.”
“We’re not married-“
“We will be. Soon.”
You’d wrinkled your nose. “We could be now.”
He’d kissed your nose, and just mumbled, “Soon. Gotta finish everything else first.”
You’d pouted, but allowed. It’s important to him, and that’s enough to convince you.
He calls all this courting, but it just seems to be a real fancy word for trying to make you love him more.
“Brought flowers.” He says when he arrives. “One for you, one for your sister. Wasn’t sure what she liked. Got roses.”
Bucky holds out the two bouquets nervously, and your smile threatens to etch itself permanently onto your face. You grab his wrist and pull him forward, over the threshold of house, rising up to kiss him harsh and firm.
You love kissing Bucky. It always feels right. He always holds you so close, drops whatever he’s holding so he can hold you.
The flowers thud at your feet, as he picks you up and spins you around. You giggle, kicking your feet, and Bucky grins against your lips.
“Missed you.” He murmurs, and you laugh.
“You saw me this morning.”
“I know.” He kisses you again, pulling your lower lip a little between his teeth. “Still missed you a whole lot.”
You giggle again, and Etta clears her throat from the hall.
Bucky’s eyes widen, and he puts you down fast. Straightening his coat and standing tall, like a solider called to attention. You squat down to grab the flowers for him, holding onto your own and passing the roses in his hands.
He coughs, and sticks them out for Etta with a nervous smile.
“Hello.” He’s using the charming voice he uses when he wants something. “You must be Etta. I got these for you.”
Etta eyes him carefully, glancing to the other set of flowers in your hands. Then to you, and the smudge of your lipstick. You flush and wipe it with your hands. She tilts her head, and looks back to Bucky.
“You made my sister laugh.” She says plainly, and Bucky clears his throat.
“Well, I- Uh- I like her a whole lot.
’S nice, hearing her laugh.”
Etta narrows her eyes. “Do you love her?”
“Etta.” You hiss, and she gives you an annoyed look.
“I’m just asking-“
“That’s- You can’t-“
“It’s okay, doll.” Bucky’s free hand rests on your lower back, and it’s like pushing a button to make you relax. “I got it.”
You nod tightly, glaring daggers at Etta because she knows what she’s doing, and she just smiles right back.
“I do love her.” Bucky says, voice calm and measured. “Love her a lot. And I’d like to marry her, if I can earn your blessing.”
Etta perks up a little at that. Takes a firm step forward to snatch the flowers out of Bucky’s hand, then stomps away. Bucky deflates a little, and you rub his arm.
“She likes you, Bucky. She’s just testing you. You’ll love her once she…” You trail off, because you’ve never actually seen that gear from Etta before. Not like that. “She’ll like you.” You repeat. “You’re convincing.”
Bucky smiles weakly, and you lean up to kiss his cheek.
“You got me.” You offer nervously, and that makes him smile for real.
“Yeah.” He puffs out his chest, almost glowing from within. “I did. I love you.”
He kisses your lips once, soft and sweet. You smile, and something about your words seems to have set him off. His chin is raised, his laugh relaxed and assured like before, and his charming dial seems to have been turned up to a million.
Etta tries to be snappy, through dinner. But she’s not half as good at it as you are, and even if she was, Bucky broke you too. By the end of the night, she’s looking at him with moon eyes and telling him everything she can seem to think of before he can even ask a question. You’re a little worried she likes him more now, and you wouldn’t blame her. He’s the one who saved her life.
Then you go to clear the dishes, and turn the water down low so you can hear them in the kitchen.
Etta’s talking quiet, like she wants to hide her words. Bucky isn’t bothering to do so at all.
“My sister doesn’t laugh.” Etta tells him. “You make her laugh a lot.”
Bucky hums. “I love her a lot.”
“Are you ever gonna leave her?”
“Not unless someone drags me away kickin’.”
“Hm.” You can picture Etta’s skeptical look as she thinks. “Okay. You can marry her.”
“Thanks, kid.” Bucky chuckles. “Runs in the family, huh. Telling me what to do.”
“You should be grateful.” Etta snips. “We don’t do that ‘less we know you can do it.”
You laugh to yourself, because you don’t know what she’s talking about. She doesn’t order anyone around but Earl.
But Bucky’s smiling, when you get back to the table. He puts a hand on the back of your thigh and squeezes, and the apartment—with him and Etta and the flowers in vases on the table—feels like home.
Bucky comes around a lot after that. He helps you clean and cook, he sits with Etta during her doctor’s appointments, sits with you while you sew. He teaches you how to dance in the living room, your hands folded together and bodies pressed close.
You teach him how to sew, with him sitting at your feet and kissing your knee with every other word.
Sometimes he stays overnight. In your room. Never doing the Act—the marriage one—but certainly not doing proper things.
You can’t seem to bring yourself to mind what’s proper when he’s over you. It’s not even a gnawing fact in the back of your brain, when he touches you and makes you feel this good. If Bucky’s made of the sky, his attention and talents make you feel like you’re flying.
He was right about it curing the heat, but it always seems to come back stronger than before. You whine and squirm for him, and he chuckles and kisses you so deeply you’d think he’s trying to breathe you in.
Your bed squeaks too much. Etta mentions it, and Bucky chokes on his coffee and fixes it that afternoon.
She’s still getting better. Bucky showed her how to train Earl, and now he follows her everywhere on the street as well. It makes you feel more comfortable, when she goes to Miss Robinson’s by herself. She’s safe.
Bucky makes things safe.
He shows you his father’s grave. Introduces you like the man is still breathing, and makes a tight joke about how Pa says he likes you.
You smile at him, because that’s what he needs. You hold him in your bed when you get home, because he doesn’t cry, but he gets real quiet and you know he just needs you to be there.
He got you a radio, so he could dance with you and you could listen to the news. You sit near it and stitch angrily as you listen to updates of the war, and tell Bucky all your opinions over dinner. You tell him he should listen to the news. He tells you he likes your version of it better, and makes you dance with him when you’re done.
He brings you books from his Father’s study, and asks you for help with his job, and kisses you after you do damn near anything. His mother starts to send you books as well—good books, that aren’t boring—and you send Bucky back with pastries. A secret languages you get to speak, only with Bucky’s mom.
One day you send her a dress, and suddenly she’s asking you to make another for her friend. And another. And you try a new pattern and design that you came up with yourself, and Bucky says his mother has friends clamoring to get it first.
You haven’t pulled a trick on the streets in months. You introduce the Barnes’ wealthier friends to Kathrine and Georgina, and they can make good jewelry and shoes when people are willing to fund them, just like you.
Life is… Good. So strangely good, in a way you’ve never know.
You think this is what your mother meant, by growing a garden. You have a world full of life, and a house that no longer smells like death. Your feet are on the ground, because everything pulls the sunlight down into your hands, and you’d never want to be anywhere that you couldn’t take Bucky with you.
He likes you quite well as you are.
You let Bucky meet your mother, in her grave.
He brings her flowers as well, and holds you in his lap when you get home, and press your face into his shoulder.
“I got you a ring.” He says, and you lean back with wide eyes.
“Bucky, you don’t have to-“
“Don’t say that. Wanted to for almost ever.”
You smile, tears streaming down your face, and Bucky wipes them away with a soft hand.
“It was my mother’s.” He murmurs, voice gentle. “She wants you to have it. I do too-“
“James-“
“I’d like do it soon. They- You know they say we might be going over to join the war, with what happened in Hawaii. I was-“ He chuckles dryly. “Was hopin’ that I’d be able to do the whole proper proposal with you, like my parents did. But if we don’t know what’s comin’- I’m worried I waited too long.”
You press your lips together, dropping your brow against his. Your fingers come up to the collar of his shirt, clinging tight, because you know. You know better than he does, really, what America entering the war means for men of his age. You know of the horrors, better. You’ve read about them. Seen the women your mother used to know, a little bit older, who had husbands who went off in the first war and never came back.
You know Bucky is a good man, with a foolish heart that’s made of hope. That even if his number gets pulled, he’ll want to help. And you know that there’s far more strategic benefit to being a soldier’s wife than his fiancé.
And you know you’re not going to want to let him go.
But if you have this ring on your finger, at least you’ll have proof he existed. A little bit of evidence, that he’s going to come back.
“Okay.” You whisper. “We can go in the morning.”
Bucky hums, and kisses you slow and deep.
“I love you,” he mutters, and you wrap your arms tight around his neck, like that could maybe keep him on earth at your side.
“I love you too.”
You mean it. Bucky knows you mean it.
And you really have been married in everything but name for a while now.
So this time when you ask, he doesn’t tell youno. Bucky picks you up, moves you to the bedroom, and folds himself over you the same way he always does.
Like he belongs there. Like he’s still trying to memorize you, even when you’re in his arms.
You touch the stars, with his heat molding into your body. You kiss him hard, so distance won’t let him ever forget that you love him just as much as he loves you.
Morning comes, and you get married in city hall with Etta and Steve as witnesses. He gives you his mother’s ring, and it’s a blue diamond worth more than almost anything else you’ve ever owned.
But you mostly like it because it reminds you of Bucky’s eyes.
And you love him, because he’s your sky.
No matter where you go, he’ll always be right there.
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Warnings: fingering, edging, flirting, kind of?? Secret relationship, dad’s best friend Bucky, Bucky and reader first meet (kinda) NOT PROOFREAD!!!!!!!!
Word count: 1937
A/N: I can do a pt 2 to continue, I just wanted to get this posted around Christmas time, I know it’s late :(
Snowflakes slowly fell from the sky, coating the ground with a soft blanket of white. You sat in the car, watching out the window, gazing at all the houses covered from head to toe in Christmas decor. Your parents speaking to each other in the front over the radio playing Christmas songs. You fiddled with your gloves, the soft fabric covering your small hands. You hope your hair stays the way you meant it to be, as you were seeing your dad’s best friend, Bucky Barnes. You had only met him once, when you were younger, your dad said. He held you as a baby, but how were you supposed to remember that? In your head, you don’t know him at all. All you want is, to at least leave a good impression of the man, hope it doesn’t go awkward. That’s all you could hope for.
The car slowly stops at a driveway, you sit up properly to take off the seatbelt, getting out of the car as your parents do. Snowflakes already sitting up top your head as you step out. The house seems cozy from the outside already, maybe this wouldn’t be so bad. Brushing off the snowflakes of your Christmas themed dress, you follow behind your parents as they knock. Hopefully, it goes by quick, you just want to go home.
The second the door opens, your eyes widen at the sight of him. Chin-length hair, layers framing his face perfectly, stubble across his face, and a cute sweater stretching over his chest, as if it’s struggling to fit his broad shoulders. You almost slip your step.
“Glad you guys could make it, haven’t seen you all in a while, come in.” He speaks softly, stepping back to make way for us to walk in.
You’re eyes immediately set on a little girl, eyes the same blue as him and same shade of hair. He’s married?! Well- of course he is. You smile and wave at the girl, whilst taking your shoes off. Bucky locks the door once you’re all in, your parents talk to him, while the little girl walks up to you.
“Hi! My name’s Violet! My friends call me Vi” she smiles.
“Hello Violet! I’m Y/N, it’s nice to meet you, I like your hair it’s cute.” You smile back.
She giggles happily, sitting back down on the couch, where a soft white cat is purring against her.
“Who’s this?” You ask, looking towards the cat. She smiles, picking up the cat to lay on her lap.
“This is alpine! Daddy got her for me, wanna pet her?” She asks.
“Sure.” You hold out your hand towards alpines nose, hoping to see if she likes you at all. She sniffs your hand and gives you a few licks, letting you pet her.
“She likes you already! Are you a cat whisperer?” Violet asks, curiously.
“Guess you could say that.” You chuckle, petting alpine. You sit next to Violet and let alpine sit in your lap and purr against you, enjoying pampering her.
“I see Alpine likes you already, guess that means you’re chosen by her.” A deep, soft voice came from in front of you, where Bucky was.
You get nervous, not knowing what to say to him, let alone finding him so, so attractive.
“Yeah, she’s real sweet.” You answer, avoiding his eyes.
Bucky smiles, seeing how sweet you are to Alpine seems to warm his heart, he takes the chance to gaze at your features while you’re not looking. Your hair is beautifully plaited, bangs framing your face, your cute Christmas dress fitting the theme of the day. He smiles, thinking you’re so pretty. How’d you end up here?
“Hey Buck, we’re gonna see the kitchen, that alright with you?” Your father speaks.
Oh right, that’s how you ended up here
“Yup, that’s fine by me.” He answers, walking to the kitchen to get his mind off you. You watch him go, admiring his back.
God he’s huge, you think to yourself.
“Daddy tells me about you sometimes.” Violet speaks, also giving Alpine some attention as the snowy cat lays in your lap.
That had caught your attention.
“He does? What about?” You ask. What could he possibly talk about? You have never met in years.
“He says he doesn’t know much people, but he loves your family, he liked holding you as a baby I think, so he wanted to have one, he had me!” Violet exclaims.
Wow. You somehow inspired him to have a kid?
“Aww that’s sweet of him” You nod along.
Just then, Bucky comes back into the living room.
“Y/N, could you come help with the food? Leave Alpine to Vi” he smiles.
“Alright.” You nod and let Violet take Alpine from you as you head to the kitchen to help out.
By the time it’s 2:00pm, lunch had finished and left everyone tired from helping out, except for you since you did minimal. Your parents taking a nap in the guest room, while Violet is also fast asleep in her own room. You decided to do the dishes, rolling up the sleeves of your dress and getting to work.
Bucky comes by, chuckling to himself.
“Y’know you don’t have to help with absolutely everything, darlin”. He speaks, behind you.
“I just want to help” you answer, keeping yourself busy.
I need to distract myself from staring at you too much
He smiles to himself, walking up to you. He wraps his big, warm arms around you. Enveloping you from behind. Your heart jumps to your throat, eyes wide at the sudden action.
“Thank you, darlin”. He speaks next to your ear. You’re suddenly feeling so hot all over.
He slowly lets go, his rough hands lingering longer than needed.
You just clear your throat and keep cleaning plates, as if nothing happened.
Later, it’s only 10 minutes after, everyone still asleep except for you and Bucky. Your mind keeps wandering back to that moment, his hands on your waist.
Bucky’s sitting by the fireplace, reading a book about the forties. Right, he’s old-old.
You go over to him.
“Can I ask you something?” You ask.
“Sure.” He looks up at you, closing the book.
“Sorry if it’s a big question, do you..have a wife?” You curiously ask him.
“Nope.” He answers, smiling.
“Oh.” You’re surprised. Of course you’re surprised, he’s single and looking like that?
“Divorced years ago, doesn’t matter to me anymore though, Vi’s my whole world.” He answers.
“That’s sweet.” You smile, trying to uplift up the mood.
Bucky looks you up and down.
“What about you? Got a boyfriend?” He asks, staring at your hair.
“No.” You answer cautiously.
“Really? A pretty thing like you?” He looks you up, once again.
“..yeah I don’t.” You answer looking away.
“Such a shame.” He stands up from his seat, walking over to you in slow strides.
He cups your face in his hand, other running through your hair. You look up at him, trying not to go crazy at his physical touch. His hand felt so warm, the other cold. You knew about his arm when you walked in, somehow, you found it attractive. You lean into his touch, almost melting at it.
“Aww, you’re adorable darlin” he coos, pampering you more.
You get embarrassed at his comment, instead hiding in his hands.
“You shy? Not used to compliments? You should be.” He smiles letting you hide there. Until he opens his arms and lets you hug him again.
You nuzzle into his sweater, while he nuzzles into your hair, taking in your scent. Suddenly, you remember your parents and Violet are in the house. You try to pull away, but he refuses.
“You running along now?” He asks, tightening his grip on you.
“No I just- my parents could wake and see us..it’d be bad.” You speak softly, even through your worried expression.
“Then we should be quiet, right?” He answers, smugly.
“Quiet..?” You ask, dumbfounded. Not until his touch changes. His hands slide down from your back to the hem of your dress. He slowly slides his warm hand up your dress.
“May I?” He asks, making sure you’re okay with this.
You nod.
He glides his hand up your dress, squeezing your ass. You respond with a low whimper, hiding your face in his chest to muffle the sounds.
“Bucky, I’m scared- I don’t want them to find us like this” you speak, your voice getting hoarse.
“Don’t worry about it sweetheart, just focus on my touch.” He speaks. He knows he is hearing is well, he can practically hear them snoring from here, but that’s not what he’s focused on right now.
He lifts you up in his arms, bridle style. Laying you on the couch, positioning you both together. His thigh in between your legs was enough to give you the friction your body screamed for. Your arms wrapped around his neck, your muffle your sounds in his neck. He peppers kisses all over your neck, you were sensitive to just that. You squeezed your eyes shut, arms tighter around him. One hand still in between your thighs. He drags his thumb across your slit from outside your panties, eliciting a yelp from you. Every time you would make a sound, he kisses you. He keeps his lips on you, whilst rubbing his thumb back and forth over your clit. He swallows all your moans, every single little whimper.
“Bucky-!” You gasp.
“Shh sweetheart, I know.” He answers reassuringly.
“You’re doing so well honey.” He keeps going with his actions.
He hesitates to go further. He reaches for the waistband of your panties, pulling them slightly to signal you.
“Can I?” He asks.
You nod, not trusting your own voice.
“I need to hear it.” He demands. He just needs to know you’re sure.
“Yes, please give it to me” you answer, breathy,
Bucky freezes, not expecting that. He wasn’t planning on, putting it inside yet. Yet, he smirks.
“That what you really want sweetheart?” Bucky smirks.
You nod. “Yes Bucky, please?”
How could he deny you if you begged so pretty like that?
“I’ll give you want you need darlin”, don’t worry.” Bucky kisses your forehead, hooking his finger over the waistband and pulling them down. When they rest near your ankles he feels a long stripe of you through his finger, feeling how wet you are. It elicits a yelp from you.
“Bucky?!—“ your voice high and hidden in his neck to muffle yourself.
“You’re so wet, doll.” He flirts, continuing to play with your pussy.
Your heart skips a beat at his words, clenching around his thick fingers that plunge deeper. It felt so good, his fingers had you in a daze, your head fogged with his touch.
Just then, the door in the hallway opens. You both freeze. You make eye contact, with both fear and frustration. Bucky shushes you. You stay quiet, struggling with his fingers still inside you. Another door had closed in the hallway, sounding like the bathroom, which meant someone was awake. Bucky slowly retracts his fingers from your warmth. You almost whine, biting hard on your lip to keep yourself from making any noise. He slowly pulls your panties back on, you fix your clothes and look.
“Guess we’ll have to continue another time, doll.” He whispers to you, winking.
“Meet me in my room after dinner.” He says, before leaving you alone to wash his hands.
Your left at the couch, still trembling, from paranoia and excitement for what’s to come.
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a/n: so sorry it’s taking so long, i’m going through a break up😞. promise future chapters will be uploaded eventually!
tags: fluff, thunderbolts* being a family, slow burn!
word count: 955
summary: bucky is letting the thunderbolts help him figure out how to talk to you, getting ready for your date and making himself look handsome enough for you, he’s nervous about the whole thing!
read chapter 1 here!
The Thunderbolts* head back to the tower, some giggling to themselves thinking about the smart teasing they’re going to say to Bucky about you.
“Soo…did you ask her out?” Yelena asks, mischievously. Bucky instantly gets flustered, looking away from them.
“Why do you care?” he gruffly answers.
The team smiles, finding it adorable he’s becoming head over heels for the town's baker girl.
“Come on, just tell us! we want to help, we know you have no idea what you’re getting into. When was the last time you asked a girl out? 100 something years ago? we can help.” yelena explains. the thunderbolts all nod, even john wants to help. avas smug about the whole thing.
bucky sighs.
“alright…she’s really cute, I did ask her for her number, but that’s it.”
Ava smiles.
“So what's your next plan? Are you going to ask her out yet? Call her?” she asks.
“I don't know, this is happening so fast..” he looks down.
“Come on! tell us what you already know about her, we can come up with a few places to take her out to." Yelena says.
“You're all very into this whole thing.” he speaks, looking down.
“Yeah I mean, it’s you, and you’ve got a crush.”
“it’s not-! ugh.” he sighs, running his hands down his face. they weren’t going to let this down on him. But deep down, he’s so grateful they’re helping him. He knows he would’ve been lost without them.
An hour later, they decide for Bucky to take you out to a little cafe, then go for a walk to the park and sit together, so you can get to know each other. They think it’s perfect, since Bucky seems like he’s got no idea what he’s doing but asked you out anyway. Now, they help him figure out how to ask.
“when should I text her?” he asks, fiddling with his fingers.
“text?? Do you not want her anymore? you gotta call her.” they say.
buckys eyes widened a bit. “..textings easier.”
“calling is what girls want more, they want to hear you ask them out, literally.” ava mentions.
he sighs, putting his head in his hands, embarrassed.
“I'm not used…to calling.” he mutters. he’s holding the phone in his hands, staring at your number.
“And we’re here to help you out! we’ll practice so it all goes perfect, don’t worry.”
they talk him through it, bucky messes up and goes silent quickly when they pretend to be you. They chuckle at his actions, but make him call you anyway.
he hits the call button.
…
…
a soft spoken voice fills his ears.
“Hello?” you answer.
Bucky quickly looks at them, silently pleading for help. Yelena gestures to him to talk. He puts you on speaker.
“uhh..um, hello.”
“bucky? what’s up?” you ask sweetly.
he visibly melts
“uh nothing, just wondering if you’d like to.. spend some time together?” he asks, his knee starts bouncing awaiting for your response. he’s clutching the phone a little too hard,
he’s watching the thunderbolts making silent signals at him, they’re waving their hands and giving him a ‘thumbs up’ to tell him he’s doing okay.
“oh! sure, where to?” you ask.
Bucky looks back at the thunderbolts as if he completely forgot what he was asking, too mesmerised by your own voice. They reenact a gesture of drinking in cups, and holding flowers. He works with it.
“uhh…have you been to that café down the town?”
gasp “yes! I haven't gone yet though, it looks so cute! we should go there together!” you beam through the phone.
Bucky relaxes, so do the thunderbolts.
“Alright, when are you free?” Bucky asks, seeming more relaxed, the hard part is out of the way.
“I'm free friday if you are” you answer.
Bucky smiles, “friday it is, i’ll pick you up at 8pm?” he asks
“alright, see you then!” you hang up.
The Thunderbolts let out a big sigh.
“You did it! who knew you had it in your buck!”
“Don't call me that.”
“Isn't this too classy?? shouldn’t it be more casual?” Bucky asks as Yelena helps him with his suit.
“This suit looks most suitable for the café, I'm just trying to fit the theme. and women love men in suits” she answers, not tearing her gaze off his suit if it’s crinkled anywhere.
“Alright, I see you’ve got this under control…thanks for the help.” he nods.
Deep down, Bucky is so grateful the thunderbolts are willing to help him out. He thought he would be stressed, thinking he looks too old for a sweet lady like you, but they told him the right things to do for his mindset to stay positive about this instead of stressing.
He heads out, waving the thunderbolts goodbye while making his way to pick you up.
He walks up the sidewalk, gaze stuck on the ground replaying scenarios of how it could go, he’s so anxious of what could go wrong. Every step he takes makes him feel paranoid, what if you don’t end up liking him? What if he’s too “old” for you? what if—
“Hello!” you chime, smiling at him.
Since when did you get here?!
“oh- hi. when did..you get here?” he asks, shoving his hands impossibly deeper in his pockets. trying so hard to keep contact with your big eyes.
“Just then, come on, let's go inside, it’s so cold out here.” you grab at his arm to begin leading him, he doesn’t feel it, but he wishes he did.
He took the moment to admire your outfit, your cute dress matching with your bows, god you were adorable, how would he survive this night?
update! baker reader x bucky pt 2 is COMING VERY SOON!!!!! im so sorry about delay :/ i’ve been so busy recently -_- i’ve got ideas for the next few parts too, smut will be included in later chapters :) in the mean time yes i can take drabbles and thoughts! it’ll motivate me :)
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notes: READER IS OBLIVIOUS!!!! fem!reader, reader owns a bunny and wears bunny hairclips!!!! if you don’t like that don’t read! all fluff, thunderbolts mentioned. bucky is very shy at first meeting but gets flirty with reader :3
genre: fluff!!!
word count: 757
A/N: please let me know if you want any changes, I wasn’t thinking to post this, mostly wrote it for myself. i also might turn it into a small series if you all like it! just send me an ask or a comment about it! send me ideas, I’ll use them! :3
The Thunderbolts* step into the bakery, the bell chiming by the door. They had all just come back from training, still in their gym outfits, sweaty and stomach empty. This place seemed the most that spoke to them, with the bright cute signs outside, completely misfitted in the gloomy town. The sweet scent of a warm, sweet, and inviting aroma of baked goods, a comforting and complex combination of melted butter and cinnamon rolls. It brought such a delight to The Thunderbolts*, already loving the place.
“Alright, pick whatever you want, I'm not buying for any of you.” Yelena speaks as she immediately speeds off to find the sweet tarts.
John rolls his eyes, wanting just water until he looks around and the cake catches his eyes. Bob looked to the pies, ava to the cinnamon rolls, alexei to, well, all of it. Bucky was left bored, looking around the signs trying to find something to do as he wasn’t one for sweets. But then, suddenly, a kind voice filled his ears. like an angel, he would describe.
“Can I help you with anything?” you ask, looking up at the big soldier, with a smile. Bucky is taken aback, even if it doesn’t show on his face. your cute hair, your adorable bunny hair clips, god, were you trying to kill him? It was working.
“Uh- yeah i’m just looking..” Bucky clears his throat. Why were you beaming up at him like that? Were you trying to make him fall in love with you?! It was too much for his poor heart. you looked adorable…your hairclips…your bright brown eyes…the way you looked up at him with them…he couldn’t take it.
“Well, you can try some samples if you’d like! totally up to you.” you spoke, smiling even wider. you looked so happy. it made the winter soldiers' hearts flutter. no one had ever done that before, besides Steve.
“Sure, what are your options? I wanna know what you like.” he says with a smile. as if he isn’t detonating inside. just try to flirt with her, maybe she’ll get it.
Instead, you just smile and pop up a plate of desserts on display for him. With your bright smile, you speak, “take your pick!”. Bucky smiles back at you, taking a cinnamon roll. He tries it, taking a bite, the sweet, warm texture melting in his mouth. his head is already preparing all the compliments he’s about to give.
While he showers your work in compliments, the thunderbolts watch a few feet away giggling to themselves.
“Yes, Mr. Soldier! Ask the pretty lady out!”
“Can’t believe what i’m seeing”
“No way he’s actually going for it”
“You think he’s gonna ask for her number?”
“Hell no, he’s way too shy to do that”
“I’ve never seen him smile like that”
Bucky had tuned them out in his head, his entire focus on you. you were practically glowing, he was so mesmerised, almost not hearing what you were saying.
“I've been baking for years, I just love to make sweets!” you speak. you were just catching his heart, just like that. You were so oblivious.
“Ya like bunnies?” he asks, eyeing your hairclips.
Your eyes practically sparkle.
“Yes! I love them! I have one at home! He's my baby.” you fondly speak of your bunny.
He smiles, chuckling.
“your baby? you love him that much?” he asks.
You nod, whipping out your phone from nowhere and pulling up photos of him. you scroll through them with bucky, he uses this chance to get close to see them.
“He's a Holland lop bunny, which means he's small and has those cute floppy ears!” you say.
“How long have you had your baby for, sweetheart?” he asks, knowing damn well how he said it.
Your heart takes a leap, but you hide it and ignore what he called you.
“For about 2 years, I have taken care of him everyday.” you answer.
He nods. “i’d love to see him, he seems like a cutie.” he replies.
Your eyes widen. “would you really?!” you ask. He nods.
“Can I get your number, sweet thing?” he asks, with a smirk.
You blush, suddenly forgetting how to speak.
“Uhh, yeah-yeah, yes of course.” you get a little shaky, but manage to give it.
He smiles and makes his way to the exit of your bakery.
“See you later, bunny.” he exits, followed by the thunderbolts* and the chime of the bell at the door.
imagine bucky slowly sinking into you, while you’re laid flat on your stomach, hand gently pushing your head into the pillows as you lay there and take it. he’d be such a tease about it.
“this’ what you wanted, bunny? huh?” as he slowly pushes each inch into you, making you memorise each vein on his cock. you could only muffle your whimpers into the pillows as he so gently pushed you into them. the feeling, so sensual, making you clench and tighten around him each time he moved, making bucky growl.
“fuck- bunny..i can’t move if you suck me in like that babydoll.” he leans down whispering, sweet filthy things in your ears, causing you to squeeze and fist the sheets under you.
“please-! mmf- bucky..need more- please move more!” you whine, eager to move him for you. but he only chuckles.
“so cute when you beg like this, but it won’t be that easy, sweetheart.” he speaks as he pets your hair. he moves your hair away from your back to leave kisses from ur nape to your back.
“try to beg a little harder. might just give it to you if you be my good little bunny and listen.”
“shh, honey, just let me” he whispers against your neck. buckys hands slowly glide down your body, one warm, one cold. he’s breathing you in, afraid to hurt such a beautiful, fragile woman. he leaves soft kisses down your neck, he nuzzles into the crook of your neck, finding comfort and laying there for a moment.
“need a break from everything..even you just existing helps me feel better.” he softly murmured. his hands reach up to take yours in his, guiding them to his hair while he rests in your neck. he completely relaxes once you start to do his silent request, running your fingers through his soft, brunette locks. he gives a long, gentle sigh, letting you know he’s at peace.
“i love you so much honey, you know that?” he murmurs, nuzzling closer to you. “so soft and warm…”
“bucky-wait-! stop-!” you yelped in his grasp when he pushed you, against the wall giving a thud. he peppers your neck in kisses, you couldn’t help but expose your neck to him.
“baby- you’re so fast-!” you try again, you didn’t even want him to slow down. you were just surprised. hands all over your body, the touch hypertensed into your skin. he was going at you like a wild animal, finally having a meal. to bucky, it was no different.
“m’ sorry baby…couldn’t get you off my mind.” he speaks against your skin, leaving licks after hickeys. he would never intend to hurt you, you’re his entire world.
in response, you grasp at his clothes, desperately trying to hold onto him and keep him close.
buckys arms suddenly get under your knees, he lifts you up with ease, carrying you over to the shared bed, gently laying you down like you were something so, so fragile.
“just relax and let me take care of you, honey.” he whispers, softly.
Heyyy!! Ok so I just read your first one and it's so good that my heart ached for him🥺. Altho it did make me curious if there's a part 2 for what he would do when she comes back.
A bed, and just Bucky pt 2.
A/N: yes ofc!! sorry if this wasn’t to your expectations :[ i’m not sure if i did it right💔 BUT i wrote something!!! thank u for ur ask ❤️ alsooo the bucky i’m writing about is specifically civil war bucky! so he’s a bit shy and new to all this.
warnings: wet humping (?), male masturbation, fisting, filthy thoughts from bucky.. handjob.
summary: f!reader helps bucky with his filthy thoughts of you.
the sound of keys at the front door jingled through the quiet house, however, not alerting bucky. he was too busy groaning into the sheets, fisting himself to the thought of you.
you had finally come back after leaving for work once again in the same day, but you got double pay out of it. you kick off your heels, making your way up to your shared room to apologise to your boyfriend with cuddles, only to stop in ur steps once hearing a muffled groan.
curiousity gets to you, leaning into the door and pressing your ear against it. sheets are moving rapidly, following the deep groans and growls of bucky. you soon realise what he’s doing, smirking to yourself once you hear his little, “fuck- wish you were here, baby..” he whines lowly.
you twist the door knob open.
bucky stops in his tracks, a thin sheet covering his ass as he’s sprawled out on his stomach, vigorously humping the sheets with his face stuffed into your pillow.
you had come at a great time.
“you seem busy, honey.” you say cheekily.
bucky feels the heat coming to his cheeks, quickly trying to think of an excuse, but what excuse is there if you were being smug and he was just sprawled out like that?
“i’m so sorry— i thought-“ he’s hushed by you once you start stripping and getting into bed with him. he’s flushed, embarrassed by being caught but also glad you’re finally home with him again.
“tell me, baby. is this why you were so sad to see me go? you wanted me to stay and make you feel better? hmm?” you say gently turning him over to his side, watching his cock spring up, leaking with pre-cum from his earlier activities.
“i just..missed you so much. i’m so sorry, i didn’t mean to..it’s disgusting of me, i should never think of you that way i’m sorry hon—“ you cut him off with a kiss. you always thought it was adorable how he instantly puts himself to blame if he ever thought you were upset.
“don’t be sorry, i wanted to watch you a while longer but you are just too hard to resist.” you smile and kiss down his neck, gently massaging his aching cock. he mewls at the feeling, hips rutting up against your hand.
“god..you feel so good..” he says in a daze. he’s so easily yours by just a touch. you start fisting him, up and down on his shaft eager to hear more of his moans.
bucky starts whining into your neck, arms wrapped around you holding you tight, the sensation too much and too good for him to handle. bucky moves his hips into your hand, as if he’s fucking into your hand.
“that feel good baby? is this what you were thinking about when i was gone?” you ask, continuing your movements. he groans at the thoughts again, embarrassed.
“yes baby- i’m so sorry- you’re just so- i need you.” he groans, roughly keeping the pace. bucky feels the familiar knot forming, he’s so close, he wants to burst all over you so badly.
“you close, honey?” you ask sweetly, pumping up his cock. he whimpers at your question.
“yes-yes! i’m close please- please let me finish- i’ll be good, please baby- please” he grasps onto you, holding you tight as if you’d ever let go.
“let go, james.” you murmur.
bucky finishes in your hand, it spurts out everywhere, unloading himself onto you. he whines and gets limp for a second, before quickly holding your face in his hands.
“i-i’m so sorry, honey” he murmurs, you chuckle and cup his face too.
“james it’s okay, you’re allowed to think of me like that, i’m yours.” you explain, wrapping your arms around him and hugging him.
bucky smiles into your soft skin and relishes into your warmth, finding comfort in your prescence. you both eventually fall asleep together, cuddling.
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helloo..this is my first fic on tumblr i’m nervous ><. warnings: dry humping, masturbation, buckyxfem!reader (only calls reader “sweet girl” once) sub bucky, helpless needy bucky. he’s just masturbating the whole time lol.
he groans into his sheets when you’re out of the house, helplessy pushing his hips up and down while he’s stripped naked and humping the bed to the scent of you. he can’t help himself, you just had to be gone for the night.
the night had begun with you, being as sweet as ever as an apology, covering him in kisses while muttering, “i’m so sorry baby, i need to go tonight honey. my job needs me again.” you so softly reminded him. the poor man nods in defeat giving back a forehead kiss.
“how long?” he asks.
“i’ll be back probably at four..sorry honey.” you apologised again. you really didn’t want to leave your sweet boyfriend and have him sleep by himself. you know how bad he sleeps when he’s not with you.
bucky just looks down like a kicked puppy, hands on ur shoulders leaning in to kiss your cheek bidding farewell. you kiss him one last time before leaving.
hours later, here he is, helplessly finding a release by the friction on your shared bed.
“fuck- fuck!!!” he ruts into the sheets, whining desperately. why did you have to go tonight? this was the one time he needed you the most. you wouldn’t get off his mind.
he pushes his hips down onto the sheets, face buried in your pillow, whimpering desperately. you’re just so sweet to him, he can’t help himself to the thought of you.
“fuck, baby..please..need you here now..” he whines. he bites the pillow as he starts getting closer, the sound of the sheets moving roughly around to his thick cock while he drips pre-cum messing with his head. he starts to imagine you.
it makes him groan even louder.
“fuckfuckfuck- please-! god i need you-shit!” he groans into your pillow, inhaling your sweet scent making him wetter.
“wish you were here right now..sweet girl..need you so bad..” he whines into the pillow. he’s so close now, feeling the knot in his stomach become so tight. he thinks about the moments of just you two together. cuddling when you would sit directly on his crotch to hear his breath hitch, in the shower when he feels your body, in bed at night when you coo him to sleep.
it all was too much, he found himself cumming into the sheets in seconds. his ache finally relieved, but not for long. he found his stomach completely wet with himself, groaning in frustration. bucky looks at the time, sighing.
12:01am.
“please come home soon princess..”
A/N: WAS IT GOOD PLS i’m new💔 i need feedback!!! would be appreciated :3 i’m also open for asks!
