Urggg someone pls help me find a fic of Damian Wayne x reader the reader is a shapeshifter and he brings her home and sheâs a cat at first im pretty sure itâs Damian it may be Jason but idkkkk đ„č
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once upon a time... âŸâ.Ë â the tales of bucky barnes masterlist
a bucky barnes fairytale collection, written and published by BWA. banner made by @umbreoni
âOnce upon a time, in a land far, far away, there lived a man named Bucky Barnes. Some say he was a devoted prince, others whispered of a pirate adrift on wild seas, and others claimed he was an ugly beast cursed by ruin. Yet no two tales of him were ever the same, for not every story follows the path as old as time.â
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â but daddy, i love him! â â @blowingbarnes
the little mermaid.
you were never supposed to interact with the shore people, told yourself just keeping their artifacts was enough. but a storm that crashes bucky into the sea has different ideas. a mermaid who doesn't know the rules ends up too close to a prince who doesn't follow them.
â so, this is love? â â @superbassbuck
cinderella.
the prince of brooklynne is hosting a grand ball to find a future princess. but when you secretly slip away from your chores to attend, it isn't the princeâs heart you captureâitâs his fatherâs, king barnes.
â dragon's possession. â â @firingstars
dragon of the north.
your fate had been sealed from birth. you never went without an attendant, a knight, or royal officialâ all with strict orders to make sure you didnât run from your duty to the kingdom. after all, time was running out. the dragon was due to wake on the winter of your twenty-first year.
â to be a princess (is to always do your best). ââ @earthsmightiestbenders
princess and the frog.
âshoulders back!â âtummy in!â âpinky out!â âlife your chin and slowly turn your head from side to side!â being a princess is harder than it looks. the endless hours of tutoring and laundry list of expectations leaves you exhausted by the end of the day. so when you strike a deal with a talking frog, keeping your end of the bargain seems like an impossible task. not a problem, right? itâs not like youâll ever see him again.
â bloomed beneath the soldier. â â @heldbybarnes
rapunzel.
they said your body kept the forest alive â that no man could touch you without breaking the spell. but when a dying soldier stumbles into your tower, bleeding and desperate, you let him taste what was never meant to be his. now the vines bloom at every breath between you, and your sweetness has become his curse.
â i am no king. â â @its-in-the-woods
king arthur.
the king is dead, the kingdom is on the verge of collapse, enemies march on every side. rumors of the heir to throne filter out into the city and across the lands. a man who would be able to pull his fatherâs sword from the stone. at the same time a woman of untold power marches towards the kingdom, towards her native lands that were stolen from her. she marches for her people, set on taking back what is hers.
â the fairest of them all. â â @54nboo
snow white.
after escaping from your kingdom, the queen sends a huntsman after you with the request that he return with your heart. when he finds you, he decides that youâre much too fair for his blade and figures out a different form of payment for his time.
â the winter's soldier. â â @barnesonly
jack frost.
winter brings him back every year. you tell yourself youâve moved on, that heâs gone for good but when the snow starts to fall, you feel him again. watching and waiting. you see him in the reflection of ice, in every breath that fogs the glass. you donât remember when you stopped being afraid of him. maybe you never were. maybe winter just feels like home now.
â open your eyes. look around. wake up. isn't it about time? â â @flockoff-featherface
alice in wonderland.
sleep. a strange thing. many a tale can be spun in our dreams. However on this fateful night, you find yourself reaching for a nightly tea to aid you in your slumber. so how is it, then, that you find yourself in the presence of the man of your dreams? and why does it feel so real?
â the archer's mark. â â @chateaubarnes
robin hood.
prince john is intent on hoarding wealth while the poor starve. bucky, the village's most notorious outlaw, and his band of rebels are hellbent on changing that. you, a lady of the prince's court, will risk everything to help your childhood sweetheart, but can you outfox the prince without losing your life? and more importantly, does bucky remember the promise he made long ago to marry you?
â pixie lust. â â @houseofhyde
peter pan.
after disembarking on the dangerous island of neverland, the crew of the thunder-boat are forced to split up and scour the island for its most prized treasure. when he awakens, bound to a chair and face-to-face with the same vixenish pixie that cost him his arm, james buchanan barnes learns why humans shouldnât mess with pixie dust.
â once upon a december. â â @pinksplace
anastasia.
you're lost, adrift in your own mind. dreams that leave you haunted by the echoes of screams and visions of a family with faces too blurry to recognize. every night, in the midst of it all you see a man. dangerous, silent, and masked as he ushers you into the cold. twenty years spent in the dark, no memories, no identity, just your name and a whisper that someone's waiting for you in paris. a rumor of missing bones, a dna test, and a superhero's promise brings you closer to home than ever before. amnesia is a funny thing though, if bucky insists you've never met then why do his eyes feel so familiar?
â arabian nights â â @spdrveil
aladdin.
three wishes falls into james barnesâ lap granted by an all powerful genie inside a magic oil lamp. one of his wishes? to be a prince worthy of marrying the daughter of the sultan and the princess of agrabah.
â fears and falling stars â â @tw1sters
pitch black / sandman.
for years, bucky has commanded the realm of nightmares, convinced that this was his one remaining purpose. when he learns that you are still alive, turned into a spirit destined to be his antithesis, he will stop at nothing to bring you back to him â even if it means he has to destroy his humanity and the universe in the process.
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ft. Found Family (does it count if you're sold into it?), Bruce with questionable adoption methods, evil teenager reader (like they'll do some devious shit...), crackfic that will end up being taken way to seriously
SNYOPSIS âĄ
This is insane. Bonkers even.
What in the actual hell does your mother mean when she says she SOLD YOU? Last time you checked human trafficking is very, VERY illegal.
Your life feels like a damn wattpad fanfic. Your life is flipped completely upside down and you're expected to just roll with it? Hell to the no, you're going to make these people's lives a LIVING HELL.
The Problem He Inherited â 1/8â Charles Leclerc & Lando Norris
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Summary: Everyone remembers how Lando used to handle you. Now you're with Charles... and no matter how hard he tries, he can't control you the same way.
You're not. And you used to be with someone who never treated you like you were.
Everyone remembers. Your name was practically 'Lando's girl'Â for a year and a half. Always curled into his hoodie, stretched across his hotel bed, grinning in the McLaren garage like it belonged to you. You were bratty back then too; loud, sharp, quick-tongued. But Lando? He never flinched.
He'd just look at you, once , and you'd stop talking. He had this way of handling you. Everyone saw it. Everyone felt it. That subtle grip on the back of your neck, that murmured warning in your ear, that quiet command that turned your defiance into obedience. People noticed. It was talked about. Even the team principals smirked when you snapped at someone and Lando silenced you with one word.
And then it ended. No drama. No scandal. Just... over.
It confused people. No one knew why. Lando never bit back when asked about it in press. You never aired dirty laundry. You just said it had run its course. And maybe that was true.
But then you started dating Charles.
And Charles... well... Charles tries his best.
The first time it really shows is in Bahrain. You're sitting on the arm of Lewis's chair in Ferrari hospitality, swinging your legs, wearing Charles's team polo cropped and tied at the waist. You're meant to be upstairs. Media day's in session. It's a closed room, only a handful of staff are allowed. But you're here, bored, and no one's stopped you yet.
Until Charles walks in. "Mon ange," he says, gentle but pointed. "You're not supposed to be here."
You tilt your head. "No one said that."
"I told you this morning."
You smile. "You also said you were bringing me snacks. Guess we both forgot things."
Lewis makes a noise that sounds like a choked laugh disguised as a cough.
Charles goes pink. "Please, go back upstairs."
You lick your ice lolly slowly. "Make me."
His mouth opens. Then closes. He doesn't make you. You stay the whole meeting. Legs crossed, licking strawberry syrup off your fingers, ignoring every look he gives you.
Later that night, you try to climb into his lap. Charles grabs your hips and holds you still, voice low. "You embarrassed me."
You blink at him. "Did I?"
"I don't want people thinking I can't control you."
You smile sweetly. "That's because you can't."
He stares at you.
And the worst part?
You know he wants to. You can feel it in the tension in his jaw, the grip of his hands, the heat in his breath when he hisses your name in frustration. You want him to lose it. You want him to snap. You want him to pin you down and remind you exactly whose shirt you were wearing in that meeting.
But he doesn't. He just sighs, and lets you kiss the corner of his mouth.
It keeps happening.
In Saudi, you show up in the media pen wearing Charles's name around your neck like usual, but with Oscar's jacket over your shoulders. You say it was cold. You say Oscar offered. You know exactly what you're doing.
In Australia, you interrupt a post-qualy debrief just to pass Charles a smoothie. You take a sip before giving it to him. He watches you drink it with flushed cheeks and doesn't say a word.
In Miami, you sit between Lando and Carlos in the hospitality suite and blow Charles a kiss.
You're never cruel. Just impossible. And Charles, bless him, tries everything.
He tells you to behave. He tells you to stop. He tells you to be good. And when you pout and roll your eyes and call him soft, he fucks you fast against the bathroom sink, panting into your neck, begging you to stop making things harder than they already are.
But the second you come? You're laughing again. And Charles is exhausted.
He doesn't even realise he's thinking about it until Monaco.
You're out at dinner, legs over his lap in the booth, whispering filth in his ear while Pierre talks about engine modes. You're tipsy. Teasing. Flushed from the wine and flushed from knowing what you do to him.
Charles is gripping your thigh hard under the table. And then Lando walks past. He pauses. You both look up. There's this flicker between them: not hostile. Not jealous. Just history.
And Lando says nothing. Just winks at you, then at Charles, and keeps walking. Charles doesn't speak again for ten minutes.
He messages Lando two nights later.
Charles:Â Hey. This is going to sound weird.
Lando replies instantly.
Lando:Â It's about her, isn't it?
Charles:Â Yes.
Lando:Â What did she do?
Charles:Â Everything. She won't listen. Not when it matters.
Lando:Â Of course she doesn't. You're trying too hard.
Charles frowns.
Charles:Â I just want her to respect me when I say stop.
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I need a fic where the avengers save a mermaid from the ocean cause hydra was targeting her and like Bucky and her fall in love and she has no idea of the world above water đ„čđ„č
Series Summary: "A chance encounter in a broken elevator ties together the lives of a hardened , emotionally closed off CEO James Barnes and a struggling single mother balancing her daughter , her new job , healing old wounds , and building something neither of them expected , a family."
Content/Warnings: Listed on each part!
dividers by: @/cursed-carmine
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SUMMARY: She ruined herself chasing perfection. With nothing left to lose, she makes one last reckless decision and wakes up carrying a consequence she canât outrun: sheâs pregnant with Max Verstappenâs child.
pairing:mechanic!jason todd x bimbo!reader
category:mechanic au, grumpy x sunshine, dc comics, romance, slice of life, slow burn, action, banter, soft tension, competent reader, strong female lead, quick scene of SH (nothing graphic!), foul language
dividers:enchanthings
a/n: finally got around to make the masterlist, hope it makes it easier for yall to find the full au now <3 btw, my asks are open if youd like to request your own idea for an update to this series hehe
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Part One
Pairings: PornStar!Bucky Barnes x f!Reader
Themes: Sexual Innuendo/humour,Guy next door, situational comedy? Sexual Themes 18+ ONLY: fingering, cunnilingus, Bucky loves tiddies, dirty talk.
Summary: Though you've become oddly close to SergeantBarnes, it's still difficult to act normal around him.
A/N: I didn't think many would ask for a part two but here you go. divider by @cafekitsune
It was a peaceful evening in the apartment gymâor, at least, it was supposed to be. You had your plan: thirty minutes on the stair climber, some stretches, and youâd be out of there before any awkwardness could find you.
But then you heard itâthe unmistakable sound of weights clanging, followed by a deep, low grunt that made your entire body freeze.
You glanced up, hoping against hope that it wasnât who you thought it was. But, of course, there he was: Bucky, over at the hip thrust machine, setting up his weights directly in front of you. Perfect, you thought. Of all the machines in here, he has to pick the most⊠suggestive one.
Your eyes flicked back to the tiny screen on your machine. Stay focused, you told yourself. Donât look. Just ignore him.
But the moment he started his set, you heard itâa low, powerful grunt that practically reverberated through the gym. You immediately bit down on your lip, forcing yourself to stare straight ahead, pretending you werenât having flashbacks to his other kind of workouts.
Another deep grunt.
Your hands clenched the stair climberâs handles like a lifeline. Do NOT look, you told yourself, the mantra echoing in your mind. But your treacherous eyes slid sideways, just for a second, and you caught a glimpse of him, face focused, breaths heavy as he powered through each hip thrust. The guy was practically a one-man gym commercial.
You looked away, focusing on your stepsâyour very uneven, slightly panicked steps. Itâs just a hip thrust, for crying out loud! Nothing unusual here, you told yourself, trying to stomp out the heat creeping up your cheeks. But every time he exhaled, your mind filled with images of⊠well, his other performances.
Then, in the middle of one of his reps, Bucky let out a particularly deep, guttural grunt that nearly threw you off balance. Your foot slipped, your rhythm stuttered, and in a moment of pure panic, you clutched the handles and stumbled forward, practically throwing yourself onto the machine.
âShit!â you yelped, fumbling to regain your balance as your legs moved faster than your brain, desperately trying not to faceplant.
You heard Bucky chuckle, that low, infuriatingly amused laugh, and felt your cheeks practically ignite. You looked up, heart pounding, only to find him smirking in your direction, eyes dancing with mischief.
âCareful there, Y/N,â he said, raising an eyebrow. âStair climbers are brutal.â
âOh, yeah, totally!â you squeaked, straightening up, trying to look like you meant to almost eat it. âJust⊠keeping things interesting. Got to keep the cardio exciting, you know?â
âLooks like itâs working,â he replied, wiping his forehead with a towel, his grin widening as he noticed your death grip on the machine. âYou sure youâre good over there?â
âOh, Iâm⊠Iâm great,â you lied, your face flaming as you tried to regain your composure. But he wasnât done with you yet.
âGlad to hear it,â he said, voice way too smooth. He paused, then tilted his head, a playful smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. âGotta admit, though⊠this machine setup does feel a bit familiar.â
Your brain nearly exploded. Did he justâ? He couldnât mean⊠But his eyes sparkled with that infuriating, knowing look, and you knew exactly what he was hinting at. Your face went beet red as your foot slipped again, but this time you managed to catch yourself, narrowly avoiding another disaster.
âUh-huh,â you said, laughing nervously, desperately trying to hold it together. âWell, enjoy your⊠uh, workout!â
âOh, I am,â he said, chuckling softly. âEspecially with the view.â He winked, setting up for another set while you tried not to spontaneously combust.
With one final, mortified glance, you turned your attention back to the stair climber, mentally swearing youâd never step foot in this gym again after this.
Since you survived the stair climber ordeal without faceplanting (barely), you decided it was time to move on. Somewhereâanywhereâthat didnât involve Buckyâs hip thrusts or his incessant, maddening smirk.
You zeroed in on the bench press. Safe, you thought, relieved. Just a standard exercise. Nothing suggestive, no chance of stumbling, tripping, or looking like a klutz. You grabbed the bar, took a deep breath, and mentally prepped yourself. Easy-peasy.
And thenâbecause the universe simply refused to give you a breakâyou heard that all-too-familiar voice right beside you.
âNeed a spot?â
You looked up and almost swallowed your tongue. There was Bucky, looming over you with that same damn smirk, wiping his hands on a towel like he was gearing up for some personal training session from your worst/best nightmares.
âOh, uh⊠Iââ you stammered, already feeling the heat creep up your neck. Youâve got this, you told yourself. Just let him help you. No big deal. Youâre a mature, fully-functioning adult.
âYeah, sure!â you squeaked, trying to sound normal as he stepped closer, positioning himself behind the bench. You laid back, gripping the bar, and immediately realized what a horrible, terrible mistake this was. You were now lying flat on your back, Bucky leaning over you, his face far too close as he focused on making sure you could lift the weight.
âYou ready?â he asked, his face all business, but his lips still had that mischievous curve.
âReady,â you mumbled, eyes darting anywhere but up at him, trying to ignore how absolutely awkwardly intimate this felt. You started your set, breathing steadily as you lifted the bar, determined to act as if this were a completely normal workout.
But then, midway through the reps, he leaned down a little closer. âBy the way, did you check out my new video?â
Your hands nearly slipped. You fumbled the bar, barely catching it as your brain short-circuited.Â
âW-What?â you managed, voice strangled, heart racing.
âMy new video,â he repeated, casually reaching out to help guide the bar back into place as you struggled not to lose it. âThought you mightâve seen it by now.â
Your cheeks flamed, but you somehow managed to choke out, âN-No! I⊠I havenât seen it!â
Bucky chuckled softly, raising an eyebrow as he straightened up, his voice taking on a teasing, almost disappointed tone.Â
âOh. Thatâs a shame,â he said, smirk lingering. âDidnât have a costar this timeâjust me, actually. First time Iâve ever done that.â
Your mouth dropped open. Just him? Your brain skidded to a halt. Suddenly, you were far too interested in a video youâd just denied seeing.Â
âOh, um⊠interesting?â you squeaked, trying to keep your face neutral but definitely failing.
âYeah,â he replied with a shrug, looking at you with twinkling eyes. âGuess youâll have to let me know what you think⊠whenever you get around to it.â
âActually, I⊠uh⊠I kind of stopped watching⊠since we, you know⊠know each other. Just⊠feels awkward.â
Buckyâs grin widened, his eyes lighting up with amusement.Â
âOh, so youâre telling me weâre too close for you to watch my work now?â He raised an eyebrow, looking mockingly offended. âI thought we were supporting local artists.â
Your cheeks practically combusted as he said it, and you fumbled with the bar, desperately trying to pretend you hadnât heard him. Supporting local artists? Was he serious right now?
âOh my god,â you mumbled, absolutely mortified. âThis is notâ Youâre notâ I meanâŠ!â
But he just looked down at you, that smug grin firmly in place as he leaned in, clearly enjoying every second of your flustered state.Â
âWhat?â he asked, feigning innocence. âDonât you believe in supporting the arts?â
Your mouth opened and closed like a fish, words completely failing you. âThis⊠this is not the same!â you finally blurted, clutching the bar like it was your only lifeline.
âOh really?â he replied, chuckling. âBecause it sounds like youâre saying weâre too close for me to keep doing what I do. You know, my passion.â
You practically choked, waving your hands around in frantic denial. âNo! No! Thatâs notâ Iâm not stopping you! Iâm justâ I donât know, maybe supporting from a⊠distant, supportive spiritual place?â
He laughed outright, shaking his head. âSo, whatâyouâre like cheering me on⊠but from across the street?â
You nodded vigorously, still trying to save face. âExactly! Just⊠supportive⊠but in a non-participatory kind of way.â
âGot it,â he said, smirking. âSo, Iâm officially your guilty pleasure now.â
You groaned, covering your face with your hands as he chuckled, clearly far too pleased with himself.Â
Note to self: Avoid all future conversations with Bucky Barnes for the rest of eternity.
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That evening, you were finally settled at your dining table, a bowl of pasta in front of you, determined to put the entire gym disaster behind you. Youâd survived another encounter with Buckyâbarelyâand now all you wanted was some quiet, non-embarrassing time with carbs.
But as you twirled your fork in the noodles, your brain betrayed you, replaying his words from earlier.
âDid you check out my new video?â
You paused mid-bite, the fork hovering near your mouth as you stared blankly at the wall, feeling a strange mix of curiosity and dread bubbling up. What could he have meant by âjust meâ? You tried to shake it off, forcing another forkful of pasta into your mouth. Nope, not going there.
But the thought lingered, nudging you, until you found yourself setting down the fork, fingers hovering over your phone. Just one quick search, you reasoned, glancing around your empty apartment as if someone might catch you.
You typed in the familiar site, thumbs hesitating above the search bar, nearly typing âSergeantBarnes new videoâ before you snapped back to reality, dropping the phone like it burned.
âOh, no,â you muttered to yourself, horrified at how close youâd come. âAbsolutely not. What am I, insane?â
You shoved another forkful of pasta into your mouth, shaking your head furiously. âI am not doing this.â
But as you continued eating, your eyes kept darting back to the phone, the curiosity gnawing at you, leaving you torn between common sense and the very persuasive power of nosiness.
You took a deep breath, clenching your fists. âGet a grip, Y/N. You are absolutely not watching that video.â
...But maybe just a preview?
You groaned, stuffing your face with more pasta, determined to win this internal battle.
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The next morning, just as you were heading out the door for work, you spotted something bright and obnoxiously neon-colored taped to the wall near the mailboxes. Curiosity got the better of you, and you stepped closer, squinting at the bold, glittery letters.
POOL PARTY THIS WEEKEND! it proclaimed. Food, drinks, music, fun! Donât miss it!
You raised an eyebrow, debating if youâd actually brave a building-wide party when suddenly, the quiet hallway was shattered by a loud, unmistakably ecstatic moan. The kind that could only mean one thing.
From none other than Buckyâs apartment.
You froze, eyes widening in disbelief. Is thatâ? Is heâ?
A second moan, even louder than the first, confirmed it. This wasnât just any moan; this was the sound of someoneâsome womanâhaving the time of her life. At what had to be eight oâclock in the morning.
âOh, seriously?!â you hissed under your breath, glancing down the hallway as if there might be witnesses to this auditory ambush. Just then, the womanâs voice hit a pitch so high it practically reverberated off the walls.
You winced, clutching your bag like it could somehow shield you from this. Who even has that much energy in the morning? You took a step back, hoping to escape the sonic nightmare, but the moans only got louder, each sound more animated than the last.
You threw your hands over your ears, eyes squeezed shut as you muttered furiously to yourself.Â
âNope, nope, absolutely not. Not today, not right now.â You spun on your heel, practically power-walking down the hall, doing your best to drown out the soundtrack blaring from his apartment.
âYES, SERGEANT! OH MY GOD!â
You practically stumbled, muttering an alarmed, âOh my god, stop!â as you picked up the pace, pressing your hands even harder against your ears. It was like some kind of cruel gameâthe closer you got to the elevator, the louder it seemed to get, echoing in your ears like a siren you couldnât escape.
You winced, feeling your face burn as you all but sprinted down the hall, chanting, âNope, nope, NOPE!â under your breath like a mantra. It was as if your feet couldnât carry you fast enough, each step a desperate attempt to put some distance between you and⊠whatever was happening in that apartment.
Finally, you made it to the elevator, slamming your finger against the button with more force than necessary, glancing nervously over your shoulder as if the sounds might follow you. The doors mercifully slid open, and you dove inside, leaning back against the wall and pressing your hands over your ears one last time, breathing a sigh of relief.
But just as the doors began to close, one last triumphant shout echoed down the hallway, loud and clear, like the universe had decided you hadnât suffered enough.
You groaned, staring up at the ceiling as the doors shut, wondering if this building had any quiet hours, or if you were doomed to start every morning with a full-blown soundscape of⊠Buckyâs extracurricular activities.
Note to self: Invest in earplugs. Maybe some noise-canceling headphones. Or a new apartment altogether.
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You arrived at work looking like youâd barely survived a natural disaster. Traumatized, sleep-deprived, and still hearing the morningâs very loud soundtrack echoing in your mind, you slumped into your chair, hoping to quietly blend into the office scenery and get through the day in peace.
Naturally, that was too much to ask.
âWhoa,â Trish said, swiveling in her chair to eye you like you were a science experiment gone wrong. âYou look like you just spent a night in a haunted house.â
âOr⊠like you had a wild morning,â Amy added, raising her eyebrows. âYou okay there, Y/N?â
âFine,â you muttered, barely making eye contact as you set your bag down, trying to erase the vivid flashbacks of Buckyâs⊠extremely enthusiastic co-worker.
Before you could even recover, Trish leaned in, her grin spreading like wildfire. âSooo⊠did you finally get around to watching Sergeant Barnesâ new video?â
Your head snapped up, heart stopping in your chest. âWhaâno! Why would I⊠I mean⊠Iââ
âOh, come on,â Amy said, nudging you like sheâd just caught you in a guilty pleasure. âYou donât know what youâre missing. Heâs alone in this one.â She leaned closer, adding in a stage whisper, âThe man has talent.â
âUh-huh,â Trish agreed, nodding like a sage. âNo costars this time. Just him, going all in. Itâs⊠impressive.â
You clutched the edge of your desk, mentally scrambling for any kind of response that would shut them down without revealing the secret you swore youâd take to the grave: that Sergeant Barnes was actually your neighbor.
You swallowed, managing to squeak out, âYou know weâre in an office, right? As in, the place we do work?â
âOh please, donât act like youâre all professional now!â Trish smirked, crossing her arms as she gave you a knowing look. âYou were all too eager to do some âresearchâ when we told you about him the first time.â
âYeah!â Amy joined in, her grin absolutely diabolical. âYou should be thanking us! The way youâre looking right now, Iâd bet you already took a look this morning.â
You spluttered, mortified. âNo! I mean, of course not! Itâs justâthis is⊠inappropriate.â
Amy snorted, clearly unconvinced. âUh-huh, sure. And here I thought you had a little curiosity.â
You glared, fully prepared to tell them off, but Amy cut in first, smirking as she leaned over your desk.Â
âCâmon, Y/N, itâs just us girls. Tell me you donât have some curiosity about what the man can do when itâs just him and the camera.â
You felt the heat rise in your cheeks, struggling to keep your cool. âNo, Iâm not curious! Not at all. And maybe you two shouldnât be either, because, oh, I donât know⊠WE ARE AT WORK!â
They both cracked up, sharing a delighted high-five as you buried your face in your hands, praying for the ground to open up and swallow you.
âOh, weâre just messing with you,â Trish said, barely holding back laughter. âBut seriously, girl⊠you look like you need to unwind. Maybe with a drink or⊠you know⊠a little quality screen time?â
âOr maybe someone live and in-person?â Amy chimed in, waggling her eyebrows.
You groaned, face down on your desk, cursing the fact that they would never, ever know the full story.
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You stepped into the lobby, utterly drained from the day, just as the elevator doors began to slide shut. Without a second thought, you bolted, slipping in right before they closed. Only then did you realize the universe was playing tricks on you.
Because standing right there, with a half-smirk on his face and way too much knowing mischief in his eyes, was Bucky. Alone.
You froze, instantly regretting every choice that had led to this moment. But it was too late now, so you plastered on a polite smile and tried not to look like a deer caught in headlights.
Buckyâs eyes twinkled as he took you in, leaning casually against the side of the elevator as he said, âTired?â
You laughed, and before you could stop it, the laugh turned into a borderline deranged chuckle.Â
âOh, yes, thank you very much,â you replied, sarcasm slipping out before you could rein it in. Then, muttering under your breath but clearly audible, you added, âMaybe keep it down too⊠in the morning.â
He chuckled, looking way too amused. âSorry about that. Work, you know? She, uh⊠went home right after, donât worry.â
Your face went flaming hot, and you whipped your head to look straight ahead, pressing your lips together like that would somehow save you from this horror.Â
âOh, you donât⊠you donât have to explain it to me,â you stammered, feeling like your cheeks were practically on fire. âIâm not worried.â
The smirk only widened. âGood to know.â He leaned in just a little, adding, âI wouldnât want to keep you up⊠unintentionally.â
You choked, your hand flying up to cover your mouth as you let out a mortified laugh that you could barely stop from turning into a squeak. Just get to your floor, just get to your floor⊠you chanted internally, keeping your gaze laser-focused on the elevator doors.
But you could feel him watching you, could practically feel the amusement radiating off him as you tried to pretend that your life hadnât just devolved into a rom-com nightmare.
Finallyâfinallyâthe elevator dinged at your floor. You stepped out, sighing with relief, only for Bucky to step out right behind you.
âHey,â he called, making you pause and turn reluctantly. He was smiling, hands casually shoved into his pockets as he looked you over. âAre you coming to the rooftop pool party this weekend?â
âNo,â you replied flatly, the answer escaping before you could even pretend to think about it.
He laughed, clearly not deterred. âAw, come on. You sure? Itâll be fun.â
You shook your head vigorously, waving him off. âNo, no, Iâm good. Iâm⊠not much of a party person.â
âReally?â he replied, stepping a little closer, his smile turning into something dangerously persuasive. âItâs just neighbors hanging out, not some crazy nightclub thing. Good music, food⊠probably no loud⊠work, either.â
You glared, suppressing an eye roll as he gave you a wink. âIâll pass, thanks.â
âOh, come on,â he said, still grinning. âIf you donât show up, who am I going to talk to about all the âworkâ complaints?â
You stifled a laugh, trying to maintain your resolve. âPretty sure there are other people you can bother with that.â
âBut none of them have your⊠constructive feedback,â he replied, his gaze dropping to the floor as he pretended to look shy. âAnd honestly, I need someone to keep me in check. Iâm a handful at parties. Who else is going to stop me from climbing onto tables?â
You snorted, crossing your arms as you tried not to crack a smile. âI highly doubt youâre a handful at a pool party.â
He raised an eyebrow, challenging you. âCome and find out.â
You looked away, shaking your head but feeling the corners of your mouth tug upward. âBucky, Iâm not going.â
âSo, youâre saying youâll leave me up there with all these people who⊠donât know me as well as you do?â He tilted his head, giving you a mock-pout.
Your face turned red, and you sputtered, âI donât know you! I barely know you!â
âOh, so all those research sessions werenât exactly getting to know me?â he replied, grinning as he watched you turn an even deeper shade of crimson.
âYouâugh, youâre impossible,â you muttered, finally laughing despite yourself.
âThatâs what everyone says,â he said, his voice softening just a little as he held your gaze. âCome on, Y/N. I promise, no loud work. Iâll even save you a spot.â
You sighed, feeling the last bit of resistance crumble. âFine. But only for an hour.â
He beamed, triumphant. âDeal. And who knows? Maybe weâll find something to actually talk about⊠outside of work.â
You rolled your eyes, trying to ignore the way your heart did a little flip. This is going to be a disaster, you thought. But somehow, you didnât mind as much as you thought you would.
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The weekend took forever to arrive, but somehow, you survived itâmostly by avoiding Bucky and doing your best not to think about that ridiculously intriguing video heâd hinted at. Nope, not even a peek. It was your own personal victory, though it took every ounce of willpower you had.
And now, here you were, standing at the rooftop entrance, mentally psyching yourself up. Youâd put on a two-piece swimsuit under a white sheer cover-up, feeling only slightly self-conscious as you stepped out. Only because you hated drawing attention to your body.Â
The party was already in full swing, a mix of upbeat music and laughter filling the air. You scanned the crowd for a certain troublemaking neighbor, but no sign of him. Great, you thought, rolling your eyes. Bucky drags me up here, then vanishes like an ass. Typical.
You made a beeline for an empty lounge chair, setting down your bag and towel, hoping youâd have a chance to relax before anyone else noticed you. But just as you were about to sit, a deep voice called out.
âHey there!â
You turned to see an equally impressive figureâa tall, muscular guy with a sun-kissed smile, striding over with a confident swagger.Â
âIâm Johnny,â he said, flashing a grin as he handed you a cold glass of beer. âWelcome to the party.â
âOh! Thanks,â you said, taking the glass, feeling only slightly overwhelmed by all the testosterone on this rooftop. âNice to meet you, Johnny.â
âLikewise,â he said, eyes flicking over you with the appreciation of someone who knew exactly what he was looking at. âDidnât expect to see a new face up here. I know most of the regulars.â
âYeah, I⊠usually keep to myself,â you admitted, suddenly feeling awkward under his gaze.
âWell, glad youâre here,â he said smoothly, gesturing to a chair beside yours. âMind if I join you?â
Before you could answer, another familiar voice cut through the air, low and unmistakably amused. âJohnny.â
You turned slowly, bracing yourself for whatever cocky look Bucky had in store, but when you finally laid eyes on him, your brain just⊠stopped. No thoughts, head empty, because the second he strolled into view, you swore you heard the sultry opening saxophone of Careless Whisper start playing, echoing dramatically in your head like some corny, slow-motion rom-com entrance.
He moved in perfect sync to the imaginary music in your head, each step more absurdly cinematic than the last. This canât be happening, you thought, but somehow, there he wasâtan skin, swim trunks slung just right, and that damn casual shirt hanging open over his shoulders. The man looked like a vacation ad, except he was bringing you dangerously close to a heatstroke.
As he got closer, the sax solo in your mind reached ridiculous, life-altering levels of intensity. Why do you have to look like this? you thought, nearly choking on the vision before you. Buckyâs smirk turned into something almost smug, like he knew exactly what effect he was having, as if he, too, could hear the George Michael anthem of seduction playing in your head. You half-expected him to whip out an actual saxophone and start serenading you right there.
You swallowed, barely keeping yourself from drooling, and willed yourself to stay composed. Get a grip, you told yourself, though you were about 98% certain your jaw was on the verge of dropping.
âSorry, Johnny,â he said smoothly, not even glancing at the other guy. âI think she already has company.â
You quickly tried to compose yourself, forcing a neutral expression as you willed your face not to betray the sheer catastrophe your brain was going through.Â
âOh, hey, Bucky,â you said, hoping your voice didnât sound as strangled as you felt. Inside, you were practically screaming. Why do you have to look like a freaking Greek god, Barnes? Itâs rude, honestly.
Johnny raised an eyebrow, his eyes flicking between the two of you, clearly picking up on the tension. âYou two know each other?â
Bucky leaned casually against the lounge chair next to yours, flashing a grin that practically oozed mischief.Â
âYou could say that. Sheâs my neighbor,â he said, his tone implying⊠well, all sorts of things. You immediately knew that everyone within earshot was definitely getting the wrong idea. âAnd Iâve been trying to get her to come out of her shell for a while now.â
Come out of her shell? You wanted to throttle him. But before you could retort, Johnny, ever the gentleman, just gave you a knowing wink and clapped Bucky on the shoulder.Â
âWell, guess Iâll let you take over, then,â he said, sauntering off with an amused smile.
You sighed, turning to face Bucky, who looked all too pleased with himself as he settled in beside you, stretching out like he owned the place.Â
âSo, you made it,â he said, taking a leisurely sip of his drink as his eyes did a once-over that was a little too thorough.
âYep,â you replied, your voice barely concealing your exasperation. âI showed up, just like I said I would. Where were you?â
He shrugged, that stupid smirk still plastered on his face. âWas just giving you a chance to make some new friends,â he said, his tone way too casual.
You rolled your eyes, taking a sip of the beer Johnny had given you. âPlease. You just love making an entrance.â
He chuckled, clinking his glass with yours. âCanât say youâre wrong about that.â
As he leaned back, his gaze lingered a little too long, making your cheeks heat up.Â
âNice cover-up, by the way,â he commented, smirk widening. âItâs⊠modest.â
You shot him a look, feeling suddenly self-conscious about the sheer fabric draped over your swimsuit. âWhy, thank you. That was kind of the point.â
âYeah?â he replied, his voice dropping just a notch. âShame, though. Bet that swimsuitâs got a whole lot of personality under there.â
You practically choked on your drink, coughing as you glared at him. âYouâre such a flirt, Barnes.â
He chuckled, clearly unbothered by your reaction. âHey, just saying what everyoneâs thinking.â
You settled back in your chair, determined not to let him get the upper hand. But as you sat there, pretending to ignore him, you couldnât shake the feeling that, despite everything, you were enjoying this game just as much as he was.
You took a deep breath, narrowing your eyes at Bucky, who was looking far too pleased with himself.Â
âLike I said, just one hour,â you told him firmly, crossing your arms as if that would somehow fortify your resolve against whatever mischievous plans he undoubtedly had.
He raised an eyebrow, his smirk turning even more devilish. âOh, Iâm sure an hour will be more than enough.â
You scoffed, rolling your eyes. âFor what? So you can drive me insane and then sit back and enjoy the show?â
He chuckled, leaning a little closer, and you felt your heart rate spike. âMaybe. But I was thinking more along the lines of just⊠keeping you entertained.â
âOh, Iâm plenty entertained, thanks,â you shot back, trying to sound unimpressed despite the heat creeping up your neck.
He shrugged, unfazed, and settled back into his lounge chair.Â
âGood. Then letâs make it the best hour of your week,â he said, flashing you a wink that sent a new wave of exasperationâand, annoyingly, a bit of excitementâthrough you.
You huffed, shaking your head as you took a sip of your drink, determined not to let him see just how much that smirk was affecting you. Just one hour, you reminded yourself. What could possibly happen in one hour?
As you and Bucky settled into a strange, almost comfortable silence, you heard a booming voice from across the pool.
âCHICKEN FIGHT!â Johnnyâs voice rang out, loud and enthusiastic, immediately grabbing everyoneâs attention.
You whipped your head around, eyes widening. Johnny was wading into the pool, rallying everyone like some kind of pool party commander. âCome on! Everyone in! We need two teams!â
âOh, no,â you muttered under your breath, instinctively shrinking into your lounge chair, hoping youâd be overlooked in the shuffle. Absolutely not happening, you thought, clutching your drink like a lifeline.
But Bucky, of course, was already grinning ear to ear. He turned to you, his eyes gleaming with excitement and mischief.Â
âYou heard him,â he said, patting your shoulder like this was some team-building exercise. âWeâre going in.â
âWhat? No!â you hissed, clutching your drink tighter as if that would save you. âI didnât sign up for a chicken fight. Iâm just here for moral support.â
Bucky laughed, standing up and stretching in that way that only he could pull off without looking ridiculous.Â
âOh, come on,â he said, flashing you that smug, challenging grin. âAfraid of a little friendly competition?â
You shook your head, digging your heels in. âNope. Not happening. And itâs not friendlyâitâs dangerous!â
âOh, donât be such a chicken.â His smirk widened, and then, with a theatrical sigh, he added, âGuess Iâll just have to find someone braver.â
Your jaw dropped. âOh, youâre really going to play that card?â
He shrugged, glancing around with feigned disappointment. âGuess so. Shame though. I thought you could handle it.â
It was the final straw. With an exasperated groan, you threw down your drink and stood up.Â
âFine! Iâll do it.â The second the words left your mouth, you instantly regretted them, especially as you saw Buckyâs smirk morph into full-blown satisfaction.
âPerfect,â he said, clearly thrilled with himself.
You sighed, slipping off your sheer cover-up, feeling a sudden self-consciousness as you stood there in just your swimsuit. Buckyâs gaze flicked over you with open admiration, his grin widening just a bit. You forced yourself to ignore the butterflies in your stomach, rolling your eyes at his blatant staring.
âEnjoying the view?â you deadpanned.
âOh, absolutely,â he replied without missing a beat, his eyes twinkling. âBut weâve got a fight to win.â
Before you could second-guess your decision, he grabbed your hand and pulled you toward the pool. Johnny spotted the two of you and cheered, pumping his fist in the air. âYes! We got a team! Bucky and⊠Y/N, right?â
You forced a smile, giving him a thumbs-up while silently planning your escape route. But before you knew it, you were waist-deep in the water, Bucky hoisting you up with surprising ease, positioning you on his shoulders.
âOh my god, this is insane,â you muttered, gripping onto his head for balance as he adjusted to your weight. âI feel like a five-year-old at a theme park.â
âJust hold on,â he chuckled, steadying himself under you. âIâve got you.â
Your heart skipped a beat as his hands firmly held your thighs, and suddenly, this was a whole new level of intense. Focus on the fight, not the incredibly attractive man holding you in the pool, you told yourself, cheeks flaming.
Johnny waded over with his partnerâa muscular, tattooed guy named Jake who was definitely taking this way too seriously.Â
âReady to lose, Barnes?â Jake taunted, grinning up at you.
Bucky chuckled, his hands tightening on your legs just slightly. âNot a chance.â
âAlright, youâre up top!â Johnny yelled, clapping his hands. âLetâs see what youâve got!â
You barely had time to brace yourself before Jake and his partner charged at you, water splashing everywhere as they made their move. Instinctively, you shrieked, grabbing onto Buckyâs hair for dear life as the force of the impact sent you both wobbling.
âEasy on the hair!â Bucky grunted, though he was laughing, his shoulders steadying beneath you as he held his ground.
âOh, sorry!â you gasped, adjusting your grip. But before you could even catch your breath, Jakeâs partner was lunging at you again, arms flailing as he tried to knock you off balance.
âOh, no you donât!â you muttered, your competitive spirit kicking in. You threw your hands out, grabbing his wrists and pushing back with everything you had, determined to hold your ground.
âYeah, thatâs it!â Bucky cheered from below, his laughter bubbling up as he shifted to help keep you steady. âShow âem what youâve got!â
Fueled by his encouragementâand a surprising amount of adrenalineâyou leaned forward, pushing against Jakeâs partner with all your strength. The guyâs face twisted in concentration, but with one final shove, you managed to throw him off balance. He teetered, arms flailing, before finally toppling backward into the water with a massive splash.
âYes!â you shouted, punching the air triumphantly as Johnny and Jake went down in a flurry of water and defeat. âSuck on that!â
The words had barely left your mouth when reality crashed back in. You blinked, suddenly realizing that maybeâjust maybeâyouâd gotten a little too carried away. Oh god, did I really just shout that? you thought, the heat rushing to your cheeks as your triumphant grin quickly turned into a sheepish smile.
âWell, look at you,â Bucky chuckled from below, clearly amused by your victory-induced outburst. âDidnât know you had it in you.â
âYeah, well⊠neither did I,â you muttered, feeling the embarrassment settling in as you tried to slide off his shoulders, desperate to save whatever shred of dignity you had left. But as you started to wriggle down, you realized Buckyâs hands were still firmly gripping your thighs, holding you in place.
You froze, looking down at him. âUh, Bucky⊠you can, you know⊠let go now.â
He glanced up, smirking. âOh, but youâre comfortable up there. Why rush it?â
You huffed, your face going a deeper shade of red. âBecause Iâm very much done being the human flagpole, thank you very much.â
Buckyâs grin only widened as he kept his hold, clearly enjoying the situation far more than he should. âNah, I think I like you right where you are. Adds a bit of⊠height to my reputation.â
âOh my god,â you groaned, feeling your mortification level spike. âIf you donât let me down, I swear Iâllââ
âFine, fine,â he laughed, finally loosening his grip, letting you slide back into the water. But just as your feet touched down, he didnât back awayâinstead, he shifted closer, his hands still lingering on your waist, his gaze locking onto yours with a look that sent your pulse racing.
You took a half-step back, but there was no real room to escape, not with the edge of the pool just behind you and Buckyâs broad frame in front, all mischief and steady, unbreakable eye contact.Â
âYou know,â he murmured, his voice low, âyou could stay longer.â
Your breath hitched as Bucky leaned just the slightest bit closer, his hands still warm and steady on your waist, his smirk turning softer yet somehow more intense. Every nerve in your body seemed to jolt to life as he held your gaze.
You cleared your throat, attempting to find your voice amid the chaos of your thoughts.Â
âUh⊠stay longer? For what?â you managed, trying to sound casual, though your pulse was anything but.
His smirk grew, the corners of his mouth lifting in that way that was dangerously charming.Â
âFor the victory lap, of course,â he murmured, his voice just above a whisper. âAfter all, we did just crush the competition. Wouldnât want you running off too fast.â
âOh, right, a victory lap,â you muttered, trying to regain your composure but finding it difficult with his hands still lingering on your waist. âBut I think the whole pool just watched that âlapââŠâ
âThen they got a good show,â he chuckled, his voice warm with that teasing tone you were starting to know all too well. âBut the best part of winning is savoring it⊠right here.â
Your face went hot as his fingers brushed slightly against your sides, sending a little spark of energy straight up your spine.Â
âBucky,â you said, the word barely a whisper. âYouâre⊠awfully close.â
âOh, am I?â He didnât back away; instead, he raised a brow, clearly enjoying your flustered reaction. âDidnât hear you complaining when you were up there, champ.â
Your cheeks went impossibly warmer. âThat was different. That was, you know⊠competitive. Strategic.â
âCompetitive and strategic?â he echoed, his grin turning almost wicked. âWell, in that caseâŠâ He shifted his hands slightly, bringing you even closer as he leaned in. âLetâs see if youâre still competitive outside the game.â
He hovered just a breath away, his gaze flickering to your lips for a moment that felt like an eternity. You felt yourself leaning in almost on instinct, your pulse racing, and for one wild, heart-stopping second, it seemed like he might actually kiss you.
But then, as if on cue, someone nearby let out a loud, obnoxious cheer, snapping both of you out of the moment. The sound jolted you, and you quickly took a step back, breaking the tension as reality crashed in.
Bucky chuckled softly, looking slightly too smug as he let his hands fall from your waist.Â
âGuess that victory lap will have to wait,â he murmured, giving you one last look that promised he wasnât quite finished with his teasing yet.
You swallowed, desperately trying to get your heart rate back to normal. âYeah, guess so.â
As the night went on, youâd lost count of how many concoction drinks had been handed to you, and at this point, your usual sense of caution was practically nonexistent. The rooftop was a haze of laughter, lights, and music, and the whole place felt like it was buzzing with energy. Any embarrassment from earlier had dissolved into pure, uninhibited confidence, each drink making you feel bolder than the last.
One minute, you were in a drinking game, cheering Bucky on as he took down a round of shots like it was nothing. The next, you found yourself in a game of truth or dare that had somehow escalated into body shots. Youâd laughed, nearly choking on your drink, when you saw Bucky sprawled out on a table, daring you with that infuriating grin to take your turn.
âOh, come on, that's not fair,â you slurred, trying to wave off the dare as he raised an eyebrow, that smug look firmly in place.
âBack out now if you canât handle it,â he teased, lying back and folding his arms behind his head, acting like he hadnât a care in the world.
The crowd cheered you on, and fueled by liquid courage, you rolled your eyes and leaned down, pressing your lips to his abs, feeling his warm skin under your touch as you took the shot in a quick, heated moment. His laughter mingled with the cheers around you, and you couldnât help but feel a rush from the attention, from his gaze, from the heat spreading across your face.
Before you knew it, you were in a round of flip cup with Bucky as your teammate, and he downed his drink, slamming his cup down with a victorious shout. He grabbed you by the waist, lifting you up and spinning you around, both of you laughing so hard you could barely stand straight when he finally set you down.
Somehow, you ended up on the makeshift dance floor, music thumping as the party around you roared on, the lights around the rooftop pool casting a glow over everyone. Youâd danced with other people throughout the night, but Bucky seemed to have a way of drawing you back, his energy magnetic, his laughter contagious. It was like he was everywhere you turned, keeping pace with you, matching every laugh and smirk with one of his own.
The music thumped, lights flashed, and the DJâs voice blared over the speakers, âAlright, party people! Hereâs the dealâfind someone you want to⊠get close to tonight and give them a kiss, a hug, heck, even a lick if youâre feeling bold!â
Everyone around you burst into cheers and laughter, the partyâs energy wild and reckless. By now, you were buzzing on so much liquid courage that everything felt like the best idea ever, including the fact that you were swaying against Bucky, whoâd somehow stayed by your side all night.
He leaned in, his smirk way too mischievous, and the alcohol made it feel impossibly close.Â
âDid you hear that?â he slurred, barely keeping the laughter out of his voice. âI think itâd be a shame if we ignore the DJâs request donât you?â
You rolled your eyes, trying to brush it off, but he just grinned wider, leaning in until his cheek was practically pressed against yours.Â
âHold still,â he whispered, a laugh lurking in his voice.
Then, in a move so outrageous you could barely comprehend it, he dragged his tongue slowly from your chin up to your forehead.
âBucky!â you shrieked, stumbling back and half falling over yourself, laughter bubbling out of you as you clutched your face in shock. âOh my god, you did not justââ
He stepped back, looking beyond pleased with himself, the grin on his face pure, unfiltered pride.Â
âWhat? Iâm just being⊠obedient,â he slurred, raising his hands in mock innocence.
âYou are the worst!â you squealed, laughing so hard you could barely keep it together, grabbing his arm as you steadied yourself, still half in disbelief. He just chuckled, clearly reveling in your reaction as he pulled you right back into the rhythm, your laughter mixing with the cheers around you as the dance floor pulsed with music.
They cranked up the music, and suddenly, the beat was all around you, pulsing through the crowd, as if daring everyone to let loose. The energy was infectious, and you found yourself moving in sync with him, laughing as you danced together, every touch and sway between you crackling with a chemistry that had been simmering all night.
Without thinking, you stepped closer, your hands drifting to his chest, letting your fingers splay against the warm, solid muscle. Your movements grew slower, more deliberate, and his hands instinctively found your waist, pulling you against him until there was barely any space left between you. His gaze dropped, glued on your lips, and you felt a shiver run through you, your breath hitching as he leaned in, his face just inches from yours. His nose brushed yours, and you looked up to meet his gaze, seeing the same surprised intensity reflected in his eyes.
Bucky held your gaze, his breath mingling with yours, and you could feel the tension building, electric and undeniable. He was waitingâleaving the next move up to you. If you wanted him, you knew heâd let you take him.
đ¶Just let me know, can you be the one to hold and not let me go?đ¶
Heart pounding, you somehow managed to press yourself even closer, feeling the swell of your chest against him, igniting a flush across his cheeks. But it wasnât embarrassment you saw in his eyesâit was heat, a look that sent a thrill down your spine. His hand shifted, his fingers tracing along the curve of your hip, and you could feel the strength of his grip as he held you.
đ¶I need to know, could you be the one to call when I lose control?đ¶
The tension was unbearable, and as you tilted your face up, your lips brushed his in the softest, most hesitant caressâa question, an invitation. His resolve crumbled instantly. His hand slid to your waist, gripping the flesh there as his other hand threaded into your hair, guiding your head back so he could kiss you deeper, tasting you with an intensity that left you breathless. You let out a startled, breathless sound, and he responded by pulling you closer, cradling your face as if you were something precious, something he couldnât bear to let go of.
Your lips parted for him, and he kissed you with a hunger that had been building for some time. His tongue traced yours, swallowing your quiet moans, anchoring you to him as his hand kept you steady. It wasnât forceful, just⊠tender, like he was holding something priceless.
Your breaths came heavy, your cheeks flushed, but you barely noticed; all you could feel was him, his touch, his heartbeat pounding against yours, and the fire in his veins matching your own. In that moment, propriety, the crowd around you, everything else faded into oblivion. If he wanted you to take him right there, you couldnât even think of saying no.
Every nerve in your body was alive, tingling with an incredible sense of lust and need as his arms held you close. His lips pressed harder, deepening the kiss, his passion and intensity only spurring you to match it. You melted against him, completely consumed by the heat and need between you, and for those moments, it was as if nothing else existed. Oxygen became secondary; the only thing that mattered was the connection between you, growing more fervent with each second.
Finally, when the need for air became overwhelming, you both broke apart, gasping, your faces inches from each other, breaths mingling as you took each other in. His lips tingled, mirroring your own, and every beat of your heart seemed to urge you back into his embrace.
âLetâs get out of here⊠yours or mine?â Bucky stammered between breaths, his voice husky, his eyes still filled with fire. His body radiated heat, and he looked like heâd dive into the pool at any second just to cool down.
âMine,â you whispered, your voice breathless, cheeks flushed, a shy smile tugging at your lips as you held his gaze.
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You both barely made it down the hallway before the urgency hit, the tension that had been building all night finally snapping. Buckyâs hands were everywhereâgripping your waist, pulling you against him as you fumbled for your keys, the both of you practically tripping over each other in your haste. As soon as you managed to unlock the door, you pushed it open, stumbling inside, his mouth crashing into yours before it even closed behind you.
Wetness pooled inside you, the need for him overwhelming as you pressed back against the door, his body meeting yours in a frenzy of heat and desperation. His stubble scraped against your skin, rough and deliciously manly, a reminder that he was all raw power and intensity. You loved it, the way it scratched against your cheek, adding to the thrill and making your skin tingle wherever he touched.
His lips found the side of your neck, warm and insistent as he kissed his way down, nipping softly, each touch leaving you breathless. You tilted your head back, giving him more access, exposing the full length of your neck to his hungry mouth. His hands slid up your sides, his fingers pressing in firmly, possessively, as his teeth grazed your skin, sending a jolt of electricity through you.
âGod,â he murmured against your skin, his voice rough with desire. âYou have no idea how long Iâve wanted this.â
You could only gasp, clutching onto him as his mouth moved up to your jaw, his hands never stilling, gripping you as if he couldnât bear to let go. Bucky reached a hand up and placed it on your left breast, over the bikini top, and then brought his hand up to the back of your neck to pull you in closer to him. You undid the straps of your top, and down fell the top, exposing your naked breasts to him.
Holy shitâthis canât be real. Am I hallucinating? Is this actually happening? Waitâoh god, is he about to put my boobs in his mouth?!
Like a hungry child desperate for milk Bucky suckled on your nipple, squeezing the bottom of your breast passionately with one hand, and holding the other breast in his other hand. You looked down at him, licking, sucking, rubbing, and he looked as though he was transported to paradise.
He worked himself into a frenzy playing with your breast, until he wanted more. He lifted you up under your thighs, off the floor, and pressed your back against the wall.
Oh shit!
He kissed you again, his hand sliding down to press against you over your bikini bottom. With a quick, desperate motion, he tugged the fabric to the side, his fingers brushing bare skin, making your breath hitch.
As his hand cupped you, he began to move slowly, his fingers exploring, teasing. âDamn,â he murmured, his voice thick with surprise and satisfaction. âYouâre so wet. Is this what happens every time you watch my videos?â
âM-maybeâŠâ you stammered, cheeks heating, barely able to meet his eyes as a grin spread across his face.
His fingers slid inside you, moving with a slow, deliberate rhythm, each motion sending sparks through your entire body. He leaned in, his breath hot against your ear as he asked, âHow many times have you touched yourself thinking about me?â
You bit your lip, trying to hold back a moan as he continued, each movement intensifying the heat pooling inside you.Â
âMmmhâwhy would I tell you that?â you managed, trying to sound teasing but barely able to keep your voice steady.
His grin widened, a mischievous glint in his eyes as his fingers pressed deeper, his thumb brushing against you just right. âBecause I want to hear every filthy detail.â
He kissed your other nipple, the one he missed when before. Bucky always gave equal time to the breasts. Suckling on one nipple, fingering you harder and harder, you were getting more and more excited for the moment he would penetrate you.
âOh my godââ You swallowed, feeling your face heat up and you could feel yourself slightly sobering up. With a nervous laugh, you finally gave in, your voice soft but steady.
âFine⊠sometimes, late at nightâahâIâd imagine you between my legs, devouring me like your life depended on it,â you whispered, feeling your cheeks burn. âIâdâfuckâIâd think about your hands, the way theyâd feel inside me, moving exactly like thisâŠmmmh,â you gasped as his fingers pressed deeper, your own words sparking the desire between you.Â
His fingers never stopped their steady, torturous rhythm, each movement deliberate, coaxing you toward the edge with a patience that was as maddening as it was intoxicating.
âAnd? Thatâs it?â he asked, his tone thick with amusement, daring you to reveal more. His thumb brushed against you in just the right way, as if encouraging you to keep talking, to give him every last detail he was craving.
âAndâhahâIâd picture you⊠spitting in my mouth while youâre turning me on, youâd put your hand on my neck while I beg you to i dunno? reorganize my gutsâbecause youâre so big Bucky. . . I donât think youâll fit inside me.â
âOh the innocent looking ones are always the dirtiest.â Buckyâs smirk turned darker, his fingers pressing into you with a newfound intensity, his digits hooking and pressing into your most sensitive spot, causing your hips to jerk against his palm.Â
âAnd was I just as good in your imagination as I am now?â he murmured, voice low and rough, sending shivers straight down your spine.
âYes⊠yesâŠâ The words left your lips almost involuntarily, your hands gripping his shoulders as your nails dug in, grounding yourself against the overwhelming sensation. Your face twisted with pleasure, each stroke of his digits making it harder to catch your breath.Â
Buckyâs eyes darkened with a fierce satisfaction as he watched you, his smirk deepening. âBetter than you imagined?â
"Mhhm," you tried to respond, but it came out more like a needy moan, your voice barely a whisper under the intensity of his touch.
Bucky's smirk grew at the sound, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction as he took in every reaction, every tremble. "Thatâs what I thought," he murmured, his voice dark and teasing.
Bucky carried you through the open door of your bedroom, his movements purposeful, every touch sending sparks across your skin. When he reached the edge of the bed, he lowered you onto the mattress, but before letting you go, he bent down to capture your lips in a kissâa kiss that felt as intimate as it did electrifying.
You couldnât help but notice the difference; this was something he never did in his videos. Bucky never kissed anyone on the lips on screen. But here, he kissed you slowly, deeply.
His hands moved to your shoulders, firm but gentle as he guided you back into the soft downy mattress. âThere you go, baby,â he murmured, his voice warm and low. âLean back.â
He knelt down at the side of the bed. He pulled off your panties, the final barrier to your sex. He pushed your legs apart and back, and gazed at your pussy, already wet for him.
He stared at your exposed pussy for ten seconds, admiring it like it was the greatest work of art he had ever seen.
"Your pussy," he said, his lips nearly brushing your sex. "It's beautiful.â
You lifted your head up and looked at him. Your jaw was dropped and you were already starting to feel tingles up your body, even though he hadn't licked you yet. You heard his breathing get heavier and heavier, he was so excited to put his lips on your pussy.
Two large fingers of his left hand spread your lips. Two large fingers of his right hand rubbed your clit in strong circles. Each circle sends a shock wave through your body.
"You smell fantastic," he declared, and he dove his mouth right on top of your wet and stimulated clit. Up and down he licked. Up and down, his mouth clasped tight against your pussy.
"Oh," you moaned, as your eyes rolled up to the back of your head. Your armsâwith a mind of their ownâgrabbed the back of your thighs and lifted them back, presenting yourself to this man who used to be on the screen and was now bringing you to ecstasy. He'd only just started to lick you, but even so you felt ready for him to enter you and never leave.Â
As Bucky continued to eat you like youâre his last meal, each suction sending thrills through you, a sudden wave of doubt crashed over you, freezing you in place. Images flooded your mindâwomen heâd been with, all effortlessly beautiful, the kind who exuded confidence and allure. How could you compare? This had to be nothing more than another fleeting thing for him, a âfriendshipâ that would end the moment the night was over.
You tensed, your hands moving to gently push him back. âBucky⊠wait,â you managed, your voice barely above a whisper.
He looked up from between your legs, his expression softening instantly as he met your gaze.Â
âWhatâs wrong?â he asked, his voice gentle, concerned.
âI⊠I justâŠâ You stammered, the words getting caught in your throat before you finally managed, âI donât want to be⊠one of your girls.â
Bucky blinked, taken aback, his expression shifting as if the words had struck something unexpected, almost offended.Â
âOne of my girls?â
You nodded, biting your lip as you searched for the right way to explain. âI⊠I donât do one-night stands,â you admitted, feeling vulnerable.Â
Bucky nodded slowly, his tongue pressing into his cheek as he rose to his feet. "Mhmâno, I get it... it's because of my job," he said, his tone carrying a hint of defensiveness.
You sat up, noticing the shift in his demeanor. "Are you mad?" you asked softly, uncertainty creeping into your voice.
He sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I'm not mad," he replied, though his clenched jaw suggested otherwise. "I just didn't think you'd see me that way."
"See you what way?" you pressed gently.
He met your gaze, his eyes reflecting a mix of frustration and vulnerability. "Like I'm some guy who just goes around collecting flings," he explained. "I thought you knew me better than that."
You swallowed, choosing your words carefully. âIt's not that I think poorly of you,â you said. âIt's just... your work makes things complicated for me. I don't want to be another notch on anyone's belt.â
He took a deep breath, his expression softening. âI understand where you're coming from,â he admitted. âBut believe me when I say that thisââ he gestured between the two of you ââis different for me.â
âHow do I know that?â you asked quietly.
He stepped closer, his eyes sincere. âBecause I don't share moments like this with just anyone,â he said. âYou think I go around kissing people like that? Off-camera, in my real life?â
Buckyâs expression shifted, his brows knitting together as he crossed his arms, clearly growing more frustrated. âI thought you knew the difference between who I am on-camera and who I am off it,â he replied, his tone clipped.
You sighed, trying to hold your ground. âBucky, youâre the one who kept teasing me to watch your videos, practically encouraging me to make it my new hobbyâhow am I supposed to ignore what you do?â
He scoffed, running a hand through his hair in irritation. âBecause those videos arenât me,â he said, voice rising. âYouâre acting like everything I do there is just some extension of my personal life, but itâs a job, Y/N. I donât go around living like that off-set.â
You crossed your arms, not caring that the blanket had slipped off, leaving you bare before him.Â
âAnd Iâm supposed to just... pretend that all of it doesnât mean anything?â you shot back, feeling a twinge of vulnerability but refusing to let it show. âYou kept making those jokes, those commentsâyou have to see how confusing it is for me.â
He took a step closer, his eyes narrowing. âAnd you think I just do that with everyone? That every person who walks into my life gets these... moments with me?â His gaze softened slightly as he gestured between the two of you. âIf that were the case, do you think Iâd be here, right now, trying to convince you?â
You opened your mouth to reply, but the words caught in your throat. His intensity was throwing you off balance, forcing you to question your assumptions. Youâd expected him to brush this off or laugh, not take it to heart.
He shook his head, a frustrated laugh escaping him. âYou donât get it, do you?â He looked at you, his eyes full of something you couldnât quite name. âI donât have to be here, fighting for this. I could have walked away and yet here I am.â
You swallowed hard, feeling a lump form in your throat as the weight of his words settled heavily between you. The intensity of his gaze, the raw honesty in his voiceâit was all too much, too fast, and yet it tugged at something deep inside you, making it impossible to brush off. But your heart was pounding, confusion and vulnerability swirling together, and you werenât ready to face everything his words were unearthing.
âI⊠I think we should call it a night,â you said quietly, barely able to meet his gaze, the words coming out softer than you intended.
For a moment, he looked at you, his expression unreadable, and you could see him processing your response. Then, with a quiet sigh, he nodded, stepping back to give you space.
âAlright,â he replied, his voice subdued. âIf thatâs what you want.â
The room felt suddenly colder, the tension between you now tinged with a quiet ache. You could tell he was holding back more that he wanted to say, but he respected your decision, his expression guarded as he looked away.
You bit your lip, your mind racing with things you couldnât bring yourself to say, with emotions you werenât quite ready to admit.Â
âThank you⊠for understanding,â you managed, feeling the weight of your choice settle over you.
He gave a small nod, his jaw tight, before he turned toward the door.Â
âGoodnight, Y/N,â he said softly, pausing for a moment as if hoping you might change your mind, before finally leaving your apartment, the main door shutting made you flinch even though Bucky closed it softly.
The silence that followed felt heavier than you expected. The tension that had filled the room moments ago lingered, and a wave of frustration washed over you, mixing with regret and uncertainty. You took a shaky breath, running a hand through your hair before letting out a long, exhausted sigh.
Without thinking, you grabbed the nearest pillow, buried your face into it, and let out a muffled scream, releasing all the emotions you couldnât quite put into words. The pillow absorbed the sound, but it did nothing to ease the twist of emotions churning inside you. Finally, you pulled the pillow away, feeling just as conflicted as before, wondering if youâd made the right choice⊠or a terrible mistake.
spoiler free summary. Bucky subscribes to an OF page and becomes obsessed.
summary with spoilers. (if you are like me, and you do not have self control, read this) you swore you could keep your two lives separate: medical intern by the day, faceless fantasy online by night. But then Bucky Barnes walks in for a check-up⊠and later logs in to watch you strip. He knows. You donât. And the deeper he falls, the harder it is to keep both worlds from colliding.
warnings. highly suggestive themes, age gap (reader is an intern), MDNI, eventual smut, masturbation, mutual masturbation, phone sex, dom bucky, unprotected pnv, angst, hurt/comfort, everything works out in the end.