I'm more than a little obsessed with Bucky imagines right now (and it feels like there's too less stories on the internet). So this is just a blog so I can post some good ones (and read them later). Go have a read and tell the writer if you like any. (None of the stories are mine)
Pls Iâm being edged by the roommate!bucky drabbles, theyâre so good and I need more đĽş
not explicitly roommate!bucky but same essence and tbh i had no idea how this wanna gonna go but here it is,
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âWell, Iâm not going if she isnât there.â
âBucky, are you serious? Sheâs just coming in a different car!â
âI donât care. Sheâs my best friend, and sheâs the only one who makes me laugh so figure it out!â
Heâs determined. His arms are crossed, and his shoulders are squared. A charming and irritating quality, at times likened to an ox, he insists on his way; not with arrogance but with confidence of capability. There is no moving him, really, simply a matter of acquaintance or begrudging submission.
Your friendâs meticulously planned road trip has one fatal flaw, and thatâs putting you two in different vehicles; an all-day drive without you next to him is a mistake he wonât accept. Her seating arrangement placed the couples together, and the safest drivers in front, which left you separated. The relationship is purely platonic so she mustâve thought it not a big deal but alas.
You bite your smile as she sighs exasperatedly, a signature sound for anyone facing him as a roadblock. Sheâs got her own brand of stubbornness, not yet yielding to what will ultimately be the endgame. In truth, you feel a little bad. The formation couldâve been edited earlier had you mentioned the preference but at this point, shouldnât it be automatic by now?
She sucks her teeth and huffs. âNo one can be moved around! What do you expect me to do? It'll only be a few hours, anyway!â she tries becauseâobjectivelyâitâs not serious enough to make a stand on. Her eyes narrow with challenge, almost mocking in the following remark, âYou canât be that clingy, Barnes.â
He snorts, a single brow cocked, standing firm in his request. âWell, I am.â And thereâs no shame in it. âSheâll sit on my lap,â he offers the solution seamlessly, and it glints with satisfaction in his baby blues. âThere, see? Fixed. Not so hard. Get it right next time.â
You open your mouth for an apology on his behalf, you donât have a complaint but you do know he can be blunt; youâre similar to aloe vera after a burn, him being quite the fire. Before you can, heâs hauled you against his side, arm a cinch around your waist.
A little oomph escapes your chest, and heâs grinning boyishly when you look up. âCâmon. This is gonna be fun.â
All you can do is throw her an apologetic look because heâs tugging you along. You, of course, follow without complaint, laughter bubbling in your throat at his insistence. His fingers are intertwined with yours, not releasing until you arrive at Steveâs car and he pulls the door open.
A tight fit, no doubt. His broad stature was meant to spread the backseat alone, and maybe thereâs just enough room for you beside him. You might consider mentioning that but he seems too keen on having you on his lap.
He slips in first, stretching to his full stature, thighs and legs long. He really is an intimidating man but heâs smiling up at you and a hand out for you to take. You duck down, gauging better the spacing; you really donât wanna hurt him in trying to squeeze himself and yourself in.
âAre you sureâohâ!â
Your doubtful words sharpened to a gasp because his arms cord around you and reel you in, sending you into a tumble. Thereâs no time to process, much less recover, before heâs manhandling you into place. His hands line your hips up with the split of his thighs, and somehow your legs are outside of his, then he braces your weight against him.
The roughness stuns you. Little squeaks abandon the base of your throat, and it doesnât cross your mind to object, subconsciously allowing him to do whatever he wants. As low as the sounds are, you know he hears you but he doesnât slow or lessen; no, heâs gotta get you in the right position.
His forearm hooks across your belly and sinks strength against there. A grip like that, you wonât be going anywhere. His abdomen is flushed against your back, a subtle arch because he straps you in so tightly. It has the not-too-subtly your ass nestle his crotch, and because your knees dangle outside of his, youâre wide open.
Warmth blooms through your body, embarrassment in your face, something slicking low. When you absentmindedly try to shift, his arm fortifies you like this, and heâs murmuring, âHey, whatâre you doinâ?â His nose follows the curvature of your face, words minty against your ear.
Youâre dazed, blinking like youâre confused, too. What are you doing? you think before you vaguely recognize what you were prompted to doâthe wanton of your position. For some reason, you donât think to change it anymore; instead, you relax against him. You figure he moved you in such a way that was comfortable.
âNothing,â you breathe, your arms dropping in front of you which happens to be on his thighs. âNothing. âM fine.â
You feel him smile. âGood. I like having you right here.â
The thing about road trips are the roads. Itâs rife with bumps, holes and jolts. You never realized how uneven asphalt is but youâre hyper aware of it. Itâs constant vibrations thrumming your system and periodical jumps against your nether regions. He doesnât budge behind you, an anchor that only untenses for openings to your ass bucking back against him.
Sometimes, a sound or sounds will escape you and he chuckles every time; he does it also when your hands flail for purchase on his thighs. You want to say something, you usually do, but youâre breathless to the surge of heat bouncing between you.
And you arenât the only one affected. Not a chance, a pressure built and built under you. You play it like you donât notice it until you have to. Your mind is a taunt, a resounding aghast of, heâs getting bigger? Consequently, the answer is an echo of, he is!
âSorry,â he says, and you hear the honesty in his voice, but he doesnât try shifting you away; youâre feeling it all in a thin cover-up and through his swimming trunks. âCanât help it.â
âItâs okay,â you says because thatâs what youâre supposed to do when you acknowledge something thatâs supposed to be embarrassing. âI - I understand.â
He chuckles; this time, itâs a dark rumble. âOh,â is his response, an air of mockery there, and he readjusts you but somehow itâs even more direct. âYou understand itâs my cock pressing against the split of your ass?â
Such vulgarity and coming from him to you, your breath hitches, and sensation is rippling through your nerves. The sudden switch triggers something weak (submissive?) inside you. All you manage is a, âBuck. . .â Still shy, your face tucks down.
One of his hands grabs your jaw, and his fingers force you to look at him, a three-fourthâs angle. âI asked a question,â he says, more of an authoritative growl, jerking you against him. âYou understand that youâre practically grinding your ass against my dick?â
Your eyes widen. âI am notâIâm notââ youâre stammering your innocence, but his eyes narrow. You feel like puddy against him, and instead, youâre whimpering, âYesâyes, I understand.â
Like that, he releases your face but his nose nuzzles the side of your cheek. âOkay, good,â he whispers in your ear, then skimming down the crook of your neck sweetly. âI just like making sure youâre well informed. Youâre already so smart.â
You respond in his favor, craning your neck as he inhales you. âT - thanks.â You whine because heâs outright grinding against you. His hands splay on your hips, dig in, and work back and forth. Youâre half-turning like itâll slow him down, like itâll make it less obvious.
He nips at your ear. âYâknow, this canât possibly be a comfortable position for you.â There he goes with a roll of hips, and you whimper again.âHow âbout this, I bury myself in your tight little cunt for the ride? I know youâd like it. My big, thick cock stretch inâ you out.â
You visibly tremble beneath him, carnal and obscene, arousal floods you like a toxin. âWhy are youâwhy are you saying these things to me?â Because heâs so cheeky and sweet to you, a proper gentleman, and heâs treating you like this.
He chortles. âBecause youâre wet, honey.â One hand slides up your thigh, and his fingers brush against your folds; sure enough, youâve drenched through your bottoms. You hadnât noticed it, you were too focused on him doing what he pleased. âYouâre a perverse little thing. Look at âcha, squirming for it. You tryinâ to make Steve look back here? Seriously?â
Thatâs not what Iâyour brains want you to say but his fingers suddenly push in, and you choke on a moan. You shake your head but heâs tsking because now convinced of it.
âYâknow Iâm the better friend, right? I mean, look at how Iâm takinâ care of you,â he speaks matter of factly, a tad disappointed youâre trying to catch the attention of his other best friend. âIâm the one thatâs otcha all aching and brainless.â His fingertips are heavy into you, whirling crude circles against your clit now.
Youâre gripping his wrist, and your body openly spasms. âJames. Youâre, youââ His hands to your hips, rutting into you with a force you canât resist. Lightning zaps underneath your skin and condemns you to shakes and shudders.
âUh-huh,â he gloats next to you. âItâs me getting you off. Youâre a perverse little thing like I said.â Your sensitivity flares on every stroke, and you whimper-whine, but he keeps at it. Pleasure and pain intertwined, and youâre on the point of writhing, unintentionally ruining the harsh rhythm heâs created. âNo, câmon. You can take it, canât you?â
You can. Itâs that earnest and encouraging cadence that corrupts you completely, so lighthearted against lewd reality. Your lashes fluffer, knowing that this is too blatant to not notice, but careen favorably back anyway. Itâs showing, not telling, right? You do both.
âYeah,â you breathe back, betting you could draw the shape of him just from these thrusts. You donât know how he doesnât waver but his cock slips perfectly between your labias. Your thighs are still twitching, and thatâs okay because heâs helping those insubordinate muscles stay open.
âYouâre so sweet,â he cooes, nose to nose, forehead to forehead. âRockingâ against me like this. I know what âcha want, honey. Go on and tell me.â
Your eyes are still squeezed shut so, you do. âBucky, would youâwould c - cum inââ
His hand clamps across your mouth, and he latches onto your neck. One last shove and thumb hooking the swim bottoms to the side, he sheathes in the depths of you. Thousands of sensations surge inside you, unpreparation a likable pain, and thick spurts of translucent wet swells inside you.
His teeth sink into your skin, branding sharp grunts as an imprint. It takes a number of strength to be stuffed like that, and it takes a number of strength to remain still in between fluttering tightness. And both of you will it, faltering with only a few spasming muscles.
You sag against him, all but collapsing against his chest. âGood girl,â he breathes, filling you to the brim with no plans of sliding out, thankfully. âYouâll just stay like that, just like this, âtil you get another craving and thenââ He kisses your cheek. ââthen weâll go again and again and againââ
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Warnings: Very explicit content, pwp, slight degradation, rough sex, overstimulation, double penetration, threesome, oral (m,f), look the warnings on this one are a lot idk it's filthy
Genre: Smut, PWP, fluff ig
Summary: You notice Steve is distracted while sparring and offer some advice that lands you in an interesting situation
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Hook left. Duck. Swing right. Dodge. Uppercut. Sweep kick. Tuck and roll. Stumble. Shit. Jab. Before you know it you sweep down and knock Steve onto his back jamming the knife towards him and stopping right before it touches his neck. He huffs out a breath, blinking up at you.
"You're distracted Rogers." You tell him standing up. You hold your hand out to him as you talk, "You're a super soldier standing at six foot something. I've never been able to knock you down in less than an hour and I just got you flat on your back in under twenty minutes."
"I'm sorry." He sighs standing up.
"Spill it." You cross your arms.
"What?" He frowns.
"Clearly something is weighing on your mind. You're too distracted to spar and I know you- you won't be able to get over it until you resolve the issue and if you haven't resolved it yet you obviously need to talk about it. So get talking or I'll tell Tony to bench you." You tell him.
"You wouldn't!" His eyes widen.
"Watch me star-spangled blondie if you can't focus to spar you can't focus to fight and that makes you a liability on missions." You tell him with a shrug. His head tips back and he sighs, running a hand through his hair and you can't help but notice the way his t-shirt tightens around his bicep as the muscles flex.
"Alright, fine. There's a girl." He says. There's you.
"Well, you don't have that dumb lovestruck look on your face which means this girl has you bent out of shape. So what is it? Does she not like you back? Is she taken? Does she not know you exist? Although I don't think there's a single New Yorker that doesn't know Captain America. Does she not know you're Captain America? Is it some online dating situation where you pretended to be normal and now you don't know how to tell her that you're an Avenger?" You rattle off some speculations.
"Where the heck did you get any of those ideas from?" He blinks at you.
"Movies, TV shows, books- the works. But that's besides the point- which is it Rogers?"
"None of the above." He shakes his head.
"Well what is it then? What's got the man with the plan all tangled in knots? I'm on the edge of my seat Cap!" You're being dramatic now, trying to make him laugh- he looks forlorn and you don't like seeing your friend in such distress.
"Buck also likes her." He says. Buck likes you.
"Bucky has a crush! Holy shit that's insane!" You squeal, excited for him. Your dear metal armed pal is so overtly closed off you can't help but be glad that he's opening himself up this way. The fact that he's told Steve means he clearly wants it to go somewhere. Your excitement dies as quickly as it came when you look at Steve's face "oh- shit my bad. I forgot you were- going through it. I'm sorry that was- insensitive to you." You grimace. Steve wants to chuckle at your reaction but he's busy sweating over how risky it is to have this conversation with you. As smart as you are it wouldn't be hard for you to figure out who he's talking about.
"It's fine. That's where we're at though."
"Well- does Bucky know you have feelings for this girl?" You frown.
"No." He says sharply.
"And why not?" You quirk an eyebrow up.
"Bucky deserves something good in his life, and this girl- she's perfect. You know how Bucky is. We both know. If I tell him that I like her- he won't act on his feelings." Steve sighs. You're perfect.
"Right- a few decades in the ice, his years as a hydra assassin not to mention the whole displaced 70 years in the future thing- he doesn't think he deserves anything nice." You sigh.
"The world hasn't been kind to him and if I tell him I like her-"
"America's Golden Boy is tough competition yeah." You nod.
"Yeah- and I can get any girl in New York if I was interested-"
"Well to be fair so could Bucky." You say, your finger trailing across your bottom lip as your mind conjures an image of the large man. You'll admit your friendship with the super soldiers is a conflicting one- at least for you. You do genuinely care about them both, and they're two of the closest friends you've made on the team, but you're also wildly attracted to the two men. You'd never say so- refusing to risk driving a wedge between any of the three of you.
"Y/n!" Steve says incredulously.
"Sorry! I'm just saying- Bucky's hot! And he's kind and funny and thoughtful and- if he saw himself the way we do he could easily have women wrapped around his fingers." You huff. Steve watches with an unreadable expression as you ramble about his best friend.
"All that aside- this is Bucky we're talking about! The fact that he likes her is incredible and that's the part that makes this so important."
"Does she know about his past?" You ask.
"Yes." He nods.
"And she didn't run for the hills?" The smile on your face lets Steve know you're half-joking.
"No! And that's why she's perfect for him." He sighs.
"Okay- so with all that as background I have some questions. Number one- do you plan on making a move on her?" You put up a finger.
"No."
"Ehhh. Number two. Do you plan on telling Bucky that you have feelings for this girl?" You put up a second finger.
"No."
"Wrong answer. Number three. Do you plan on helping Bucky make a move on her?" You put up a third one.
"Probably." He tells you.
"Also the wrong answer."
"What-?"
"Are you insane Steve? You cannot help him with her. Not at the expense of your own feelings." You shake your head profusely.
"He's gonna need help y/n and I'm his best friend."
"He can come to me or Sam. Nat even, Clint is married, I'm sure he can give some advice- I'd honestly rather he go to Tony or Peter before he goes to you for heaven's sake."
"Why?" Steve frowns.
"How much do you care for this girl?" You ask him. He hesitates before letting out a sigh.
"I love her." He admits.
"And Bucky?"
"He does too I'm sure."
"And so you think it's a good idea to help your best friend date the girl that you love?" You blink at him.
"He loves her too, and I know he'll treat her well. I care about them both enough to want them to be happy even if it means that I- that I don't get to be with her."
"And what happens when Bucky finds out you're in love with his girlfriend?"
"He won't. He doesn't know yet and I don't plan to tell him."
"Bucky is not an idiot. He might not know now but trust me- when she's his partner, he will notice. And your best bet is to come clean before he does- because if he finds out on his own everything you do around her becomes suspicious. You sit beside her when the three of you are hanging out, or you see something that reminds you of her and buy it because that's what you do for people, or you go to lunch with her and because you're the 1940s old fashioned gentleman that you are you pay for it- all of those things suddenly have potential to be read wrong by Bucky. And let's say you stop doing all the things that were previously normal in your relationship and she notices then she starts pressing you for answers wondering why things have changed between you- wondering if it has to do with her dating Bucky and gods forbid she puts two and two together that it has to do with Bucky then what? If your friendship means that much to her she might break up with him and if she doesn't it will no doubt put a strain on their relationship. Steve you have to tell him."
"I'd like to believe Bucky and I aren't going to be torn apart over this."
"Then tell him the truth. Because secrets are the easiest way to destroy a friendship. Especially for Bucky- he's got trust issues the size of the twin fucking towers." You tell him.
"I hate you." He mutters.
"I'm right." You shrug.
"I know." He sighs.
"I have another question; does she like either of you?"
"I- I don't know." He says.
"What?" You blink.
"I have no idea. She treats us the same. Sometimes I think she's flirting with me, but then Buck will tell me something she did that sounds like she's flirting with him. I can't tell." He runs a hand through his hair again.
"Well- in that case, you really need to talk to Bucky, because let's say she likes you and not him- he shouldn't be blind sighted by you reciprocating. Plus since you have no reason to assume she likes either of you more than the other- the two of you should have your ducks in a row and then the two of you can decide on the right approach- which may just be telling her the truth and having an open discussion. You're all friends." You tell him.
"I don't like this plan-" he frowns.
"Well it's better than yours." You shrug.
"Yeah but now I have to risk Bucky emotionally retreating."
"Again- you don't know if she likes either of you- she could not reciprocate and then he's crushed either way. But for the sake of your friendships you have to come clean. First to him and then to this girl- well, if that's what the two of you decide to do. Which I think you should because there's no point in stressing over a woman who doesn't want either of you."
"I hate this." He grumbles.
"Oh come on golden boy- honesty should be easy for America's hero." You joke.
"Y/n c'mon." He groans. You sigh.
"Stevie- I get it- this isn't a simple situation but your best bet- is to just be honest. You've known Bucky your whole life so that should be the easy part- hard part comes when you have to confess to your girl. Hey maybe you'll get lucky and she likes you both." You shrug nudging Steve in the side.
"How would that be lucky?" He frowns.
"If you and Buck are open to it you can both date her. Make a cute little throuple." You laugh.
"A- throuple?" His eyes tell you he has no idea what you're talking about.
"Yeah- it's a fun word for relationships involving three people. Three plus couple equals throuple." You explain.
"Oh- you think that could happen?" His eyes widen.
"I can think of a lot of people who wouldn't mind being in a super soldier sandwich. Ooh alliteration."
"I won't get my hopes up for that." He shakes his head. You laugh.
"Well hey- if it were me I'd just date you both. Why choose?" You shrug walking out of the training room. Steve lets out a stressed sigh at your parting words.
Would you really date them both? It's one thing to say it as a joke but if Steve and Bucky asked you in all seriousness to date them- would you actually consider- no. He can't get carried away indulging that idea. First, he needs to talk to Bucky. Just like you said.
***
It takes him days to finally talk to Bucky. It happens when Bucky comes to him after spending the day with you. He's sitting on Steve's bed raving about how amazing you are and he can't help thinking about how he knows everything Bucky is talking about and the words fall out of his mouth before he can stop them.
"I'm in love with her." He tells his friend, eyes downcast.
"What?" Bucky says sitting up to look at Steve.
"Y/n. I'm in love with y/n." Steve says despite the churning feeling in his stomach.
"You're in love with her." Bucky repeats.
"Yes." Steve says even though he wasn't asked a question.
"Did you fall in love with her after you knew I did?" Bucky asks.
"No."
"And you knew you loved her when I told you?"
"I'm sorry Buck I didn't expect- I didn't know you'd fall in love with her. And I didn't know how to tell you- because I thought that if I told you- you'd give up on being with her and that's not- if it's between the two of us I want her to have you."
"Steve-"
"You deserve someone like her- she cares about you deeply. You don't even know the half of it." Steve tells Bucky.
"Yeah but let's be honest if her choices are you and me? She's not picking me." Bucky shakes his head. Steve is silent for what is probably too long for Bucky. He's trying to figure out how to phrase the next part.
"What if- she didn't have to make a choice?" He asks slowly. Bucky blinks at him.
"What?" Bucky scoffs.
"To cut a long story short I talked to her and-"
"You told her?!" Bucky cuts Steve off.
"No! Not technically! We were sparring, it came up, I just told her we were crushing on the same girl and she told me that we should talk to the girl- together. Then she made a joke about the girl dating us both- something about a super soldier sandwich- and that she wouldn't choose- she'd date us both. But I don't think she realizes that- that she's the girl."
"A super soldier sandwich?" Bucky questions.
"Apparently- there's a thing called a throuple. A couple but with three people- that's how she defined it." Steve tries to explain.
"You- You want us to go to y/n- our closest friend- and tell her- that we're both in love with her, and we both want to date her. Together. Is that what you're telling me?" Bucky asks.
"Well it was her idea, she just- doesn't know it's about her. We don't have to do it obviously. I just- wanted to bring it up- because now- if either of us confesses to her she's going to know that the other one is also in love with her and she probably won't make a choice for fear of coming between us or something." Steve tells him.
"It's not- the worst idea. But how would we navigate- dating the same woman?" Bucky frowns.
"I'm assuming a lot of communication. This wouldn't be the first time we've shared something." Steve says.
"Right but this is a human being we're talking about." Bucky says.
"I know- but it was her idea- besides I'm sure if we talked it out we could work out the details."
"You really want us to both date her?"
"Well the alternative is that she chooses one of us- or neither of us for fear of ruining our friendship- and I don't particularly like the odds of those options. So if there's an option that doesn't result in one or both of us losing her- why not?" Steve explains.
"What if she doesn't like either of us?" Bucky asks worriedly.
"I- genuinely don't think so- after our conversation- I think- I think she likes us. But- we can speculate all day, we should just talk to her."
"Well- how would we do this?" Bucky sighs.
"We need a game plan." Steve says.
"Then- let's, make a game plan. Tentatively." Bucky says. This idea is intimidating to him, but he'll admit he'd like to avoid the options that land him or his best friend heartbroken. Besides- he can't say he's opposed to the thought of sharing you with his best friend. The images flashing through his mind send blood rushing downwards.
***
You're sitting in the lounge with a bowl of chips next to you and your laptop in your lap typing away, your feet kicked up on the coffee table when Steve walks in from the hall- probably his bedroom.
"Hey Rogers." You say without looking away from your computer.
"Hey y/n." He calls over his shoulder as he grabs a bottle of water from the fridge. "what're you working on?" He asks coming over to you.
"Just finishing a report. What's up?" You look at him when he sits on the table in front of you.
"I talked to Bucky." He tells you. It's been over two weeks since your chat in the gym but you hadn't gotten the chance to ask for any updates. You close your laptop quickly, sitting up to give him your full attention.
"You did? Oh my gosh how did it go?" You ask him excitedly. You're criminally invested in the love lives of your two friends. You really hope things work out for them both.
"It went- better than I expected." He admits.
"Oh come on Stevie you gotta give me more than that!" You scoff.
"I kinda blurted it out very unceremoniously by accident and then I had to explain myself- and then I told him about your suggestion- you know, asking her to date both of us." He explains.
"Oh? What did he say?"
"He was- a little confused. Granted so was I. We probably should've just come to you about it admittedly since it was your idea." He says. You laugh.
"So did you talk to the girl yet?" You ask.
"We're- working on that step." He says.
"What's the holdup?" You joke with him. Steve holds up a finger indicating you to wait a second.
"Hey Bucky!" He calls behind him causing the man in question to join you two in the lounge.
"Oh hi Buck! Wait is this you guys coming to ask me questions about the throuple thing?" You ask looking between the pair as Bucky joins you on the couch.
"Something like that." Bucky mumbles.
"What does that mean-?" You frown.
"Did Steve tell you who the girl was?" Bucky asks. You shake your head.
"I didn't really need to know that to give advice- plus I didn't want to pry." You explain.
"You didn't want to pry?" Steve quirks an eyebrow at you.
"In my defense! I knocked you flat on your back in under twenty minutes while we were sparring. It was a valid inquiry to wonder what had you that distracted." You shrug.
"She beat you while sparring in under twenty minutes?!" Bucky looks at Steve.
"He left that bit out, didn't he?" You laugh.
"It wasn't important to the story Buck." Steve blushes slightly.
"You were that torn up about all this?" Bucky frowns- even though he and Steve had settled things on their end he didn't know the extent of Steve's distress over the matter.
"Not important anymore." Steve shakes it off.
"Hey on the plus side it seems like you two have sorted it out- at least half of it. Now you gotta tell de girl." You tell them, singing the last part to the rhythm of kiss the girl from The Little Mermaid. You throw your head back laughing at your own stupid joke.
"Y/n-" Bucky says placing his hand on your knee. The action stops your laughter. You look at him and note the intensity in his gaze. You glance at Steve and find him giving you a similar look and your mouth runs dry.
"W- what's going on?" You ask unsure of where your gaze should focus. The two of them share a look for a moment.
"We- have a confession to make." Steve announces.
"A confession? This sounds dramatic." You tell them.
"We're in love with you." Bucky says.
"Both of us." Steve adds. Your head snaps between the two of them a few times before your eyes settle on Steve.
"Wait I'm the girl you were telling me about?" Your eyes widen.
"Yes- I'm sorry for not telling you the whole truth the first time I was just worried about what could happen if I did. Especially since Bucky's feelings weren't mine to tell you."
"I understand why you didn't. You were practically in knots over the whole thing." You say.
"Right but then you told me to talk to him, and you told me that we should tell her together and you made that super soldier sandwich joke-" Steve trails. You let out a chuckle.
"Right- my alliteration. Super soldier sandwich. It just rolls off the tongue right? Still proud of that." You nod.
"Here we are confessing our feelings and she's going on about literary devices." Bucky scoffs.
"Make us squirm why don't you?" Steve jokes.
"Sorry- yes this is a serious conversation. We're being serious. Let me make sure I got this right- you're both in love with me, and you are now proposing to me an idea I gave Stevie. Yes?"
"Yes." Steve nods.
"This is ridiculous, isn't it?" Bucky shakes his head.
"Hey! It was my idea. Of course I don't think it's ridiculous. Bucky are you not comfortable with this idea?" You frown placing your hand over his that's on your knee.
"It's not that! I'm just- I'm nervous about this whole thing. I don't want this to ruin our friendships." He admits. "plus I feel like you're stalling because you're trying to figure out how to turn us down." He adds quietly.
"No! That's not it at all. I'm just- a bit shocked that you two have feelings for me and that two one hundred year old super soldiers are actually indulging this idea. You're both so old fashioned in almost everything you do." You tell them. "To clarify I'm- attracted to you both. I just want to make sure this is something you actually want and not something you're offering to me because you think it's what I want." You add after a moment of silence.
"It's what we want." Bucky says.
"And you're not doing this as a safety net?" You ask. When you joked about them dating the same girl you hadn't expected it to come to fruition, and certainly not with you in the middle. You know this isn't normal for either of them and you're worried they're doing this for the wrong reasons.
"A safety net? I feel like I'm risking my entire support system by doing this." Bucky chuckles.
"Bucky you don't have to do this if you don't want to. I promise I won't take it any kinda way." You tell him.
"No I'm not saying I don't want this- I do. I'm just saying this isn't a 'safety net' option for me."
"We're not doing this as a safety net. Bucky and I already talked about it in great detail." Steve assures you. You nod.
"I know this is very out of your comfort zone- for both of you. I just want you guys to be sure." You tell them grabbing Steve's hand and keeping your other hand on Bucky's. Bucky's metal hand comes up to your cheek, turning his head to face him. His icy blue eyes stare into yours intently.
"Y/n- we want this. We want you. We're sure of it." He tells you. Your breath hitches at the sincerity in his eyes.
"Now- the question is, do you want us?" Your head turns toward Steve at his question. He's giving you the same intense look that Bucky had and you find yourself unable to reply.
"Answer him doll." Bucky says. The soft command in your ear causes you to whimper quietly and Bucky's hand instinctively tightens above your knee at the sound.
"Yes." You breathe.
"Yes what?" Steve asks, leaning towards you.
"Yes- Yes I want you."
"Good girl." Bucky groans turning your head towards him again, this time to crush his lips to yours. His lips are soft but demanding as they move against your own in a way that is all-consuming. Steve shifts from the table to the other side of you on the couch. You don't notice the action until he starts kissing along your neck. The feel of his lips on your skin and the body heat on either side of you causes a gasp to fall from you. Bucky uses the moment to slip his tongue into your mouth. Your brain is foggy trying to focus on any one thing. Steve's hand is around your neck as he liters your throat with blooms of red and purple, Bucky's hands are sitting at your waist.
"Pick a room princess." Steve mutters against your skin. Bucky pulls away to let you answer. You blink a few times to focus.
"What?" You croak, your voice thick with want.
"He told you to pick a room babydoll." Bucky chuckles.
"If we're going to continue, we don't want our first time with you to be on the living room couch sweetheart." Steve explains.
"I- I don't know- does it matter?" You look between the two of them.
"Don't overthink it love, we'll fuck you all our rooms eventually anyway." Bucky says and you have to choke back a moan at his words.
"Fuck it let's just go to mine." You reply.
"Perfect." Steve groans turning you towards him to lift you into his arms. Bucky stands with him as you kiss Steve briefly. "c'mere." Steve mutters bringing your lips to his again as he walks down the hall to your bedroom. His kiss is gentler than Bucky's but just as dominating and you groan into the kiss as you tangle your fingers into his hair. Before you realize it you're being tossed onto your bed, the two super soldiers immediately sitting on either side of you. Bucky's hands are at the hem of your shirt tugging it over your head while Steve's hands help you out of your shorts, leaving you in your red bra and black panties. The pieces don't match, but neither of them seems to mind as they stare you down, taking in your half naked body. Bucky's lips are back on yours moments later while Steve peppers kisses along your chest, fleeting touches at the edge of your bra.
"You're so gorgeous princess." Steve mutters against your skin. You sigh when Bucky's lips travel to your neck, covering the areas that Steve left bare earlier. Your hands reach out and slip under Bucky's shirt, dragging your nails down his abs, reveling in the way the muscles contract under your touch and the hiss that falls from his lips. Steve's hands unhook your bra and toss it somewhere else in the room.
"Oh fuck doll, you have such pretty tits." Bucky tells you, taking one of your nipples between his fingers. His twisting and pulling cause whimpers to fall from your lips.
"Ah- B-Bucky." You mewl, your hands grasping at his thigh. Steve's lips suction your other nipple into his mouth. The combined ministrations send shots of pleasure to your core, your pussy aching for attention.
"Stevie." You whimper tugging at his blonde hair. Steve's lips cover yours again as Bucky travels further down your body, a kiss to your thigh alerting you to his presence between your legs. You gasp when cool metal slides up the outside of your leg, contrasting with heated fingers sliding up the other. His hands hook into your panties and tug them off so quickly he rips them. You gasp and pull away from Steve to look at the torn fabric in his hands.
"Did you have to rip them?" You frown.
"It was an accident- but don't worry, I'll replace them doll." Bucky winks at you as he kisses your thigh again.
"Don't get too attached to your underwear princess. We'll probably end up ripping a few more." Steve tells you bringing his lips back to yours.
"As long as you replace whatever you ruin." You mutter against his kiss.
"I like the idea of buying you things to rip them off you when we fuck you stupid." Bucky hums as his lips travel closer to your exposed cunt. Your head falls to Steve's shoulder when Bucky's tongue swipes along your clit.
"Fuuuck." You moan into Steve's neck.
"Holy hell you taste so good doll." Bucky grumbles against you. His finger dips into your hole to collect some of your juices. "Steve you have to taste her." Bucky holds his finger up to his friend. Steve wraps his lips around Bucky's outstretched finger, slurping your essence off of it with a satisfied groan. You can't help the way your walls clench around nothing at the sight.
"Fuck princess, you do taste good." Steve groans. Bucky buries his head back between your thighs, attacking your clit with sharp swipes of his tongue. You busy yourself littering Steve's throat with hickeys between your sounds of pleasure- satisfied by the way he responds to your lips. The feel of cold metal sliding slowly into your heat makes your back arch suddenly as you cry out.
"Ah- God that feels so good." You whimper. Bucky's fingers move quickly between your folds as his mouth focuses solely on your swollen clit. One of your hands threads through his hair, while the other wraps around Steve's arm, clutching him like a lifeline. Your breath is coming out in uneven pants as Bucky's fingers dance around inside you, stretching you, every movement so calculated you'd think Bucky knew your body better than you did, his tongue and fingers moving against you in just the right way to have you hurdling towards an orgasm faster than you thought possible. "B-Buck- ah fuck. I'm-" your attempt at babbling off a sentence is cut short when Bucky sucks particularly harshly on your clit causing you to scream at the sharp stab of pleasure.
"Aw, does our precious baby wanna cum? Is that it princess?" Steve asks forcing you to look at him. The look in his eyes could torch a forest with its intensity but you manage to nod frantically even as Bucky continues to toy with your cunt, fingers fucking into you quickly.
"Use your words for us darling. Tell Bucky what you want." Steve commands as you grind into Bucky's hand and mouth.
"P-p- please. Fuck. Please. I need to cum, please Bucky." You stutter out.
"What do you think Buck? Should we let her?" Steve asks.
"Stevie, Bucky please- please let me cum- I- I need- fuck- please." You moan. Bucky's right hand splays against your hips, holding you down as his fingers drive into you relentlessly.
"You beg so nicely princess." Steve's hand comes up to stroke your cheek and you lean into his touch.
"Please." You whimper as Bucky continues to tongue at your core greedily.
"I think we should let her Buck." Steve says looking down at his friend between your legs.
"Cum for us doll." Bucky growls between your legs. His fingers curl against the spot inside you that causes your body to thrash violently as your orgasm crashes into you like a large wave. Bucky continues to lap at your gushing cunt, working you through one of the strongest orgasms you've ever had.
"Holy fuck." You sigh once you come down. Steve chuckles.
"Are you okay princess?" He asks stroking your arm. You nod.
"I'm great." You smile. Bucky sits up with a smile of his own, his mouth and chin glistening with your slick.
"Hey Stevie, have a taste." Bucky winks at you as he grabs Steve by his neck and pulls him into a kiss that makes your mouth dry. You can't help but watch as Steve yields to Bucky's tongue and in that moment it's clear that in your relationship, Bucky is in charge. When they eventually pull apart Bucky's eyes fall to you. "Steve, why don't you tell her how she tastes." Bucky suggests.
"She tastes great-" Steve croaks.
"I think she liked watching you taste her on my lips. Did you doll?" Bucky continues fixing you with his stare. You nod, not trusting your voice.
"Use your words princess." Steve says looking over at you, seeming to snap out of the submissive state Bucky had him in.
"Y-yes. I- I liked watching."
"Good girl." Bucky says connecting his lips to yours. You moan into the kiss, the taste of yourself mingled with the taste of Steve and Bucky making your head swim. Steve taps your thigh as Bucky pulls away.
"Hands and knees princess." Steve orders. You rush to shift into position as Steve and Bucky move to where they need to be. Bucky is leaning against the headboard with his erection staring at you while Steve positions himself behind you.
"I'm going to fuck your pretty little mouth while Steve fucks your sweet cunt open. Alright doll?" Bucky says, his hand grasping your chin to make you look at him.
"Please." You whimper.
"That's our girl." He beams at you. You lick up Bucky's dick from base to tip once, twice, three times, before swallowing the tip. "Steve, take her." Bucky hisses at the feeling of your mouth as he turns his attention to Steve. Almost immediately you feel the blunt head of Steve's cock pushing past your entrance. You moan loudly, resting your head on Bucky's thigh as the feeling of Steve slowly filling you is almost overwhelming.
"Holy shit, she's so tight and wet and hot." Steve breathes.
"How're you doing doll?" Bucky asks, rubbing your shoulder.
"Good- fuck it feels so good. You're so big Stevie." You moan as Steve bottoms out. You return your attention to Bucky, taking as much of him into your mouth as you can. He groans, tipping his head back for a moment.
"Fuck her Steve." Bucky commands. Steve's response is quick, his hips pulling back and snapping forward sharply. His movements are calculated, perfectly timed to push you towards the edge. Bucky's hands lace through your hair as his hips snap up into your mouth. He holds your head still as he fucks into your mouth, tears springing into your eyes as the tip of his dick batters against the back of your throat in time with Steve fucking your pussy. You clench around Steve as a particularly hard thrust has you moaning around Bucky. "Fuck, Steve- whatever you just did, do it again." He groans. Steve repeats the motion with ease, eliciting the same reaction from you as the first time.
"You like that princess?" Steve asks, adjusting his hips to hit that spot with every thrust, leaving you moaning uncontrollably and you choke on Bucky's cock in your mouth.
"Fuck her harder Steve. Wanna see her fall apart around you." Bucky says yanking you off his dick by your hair. You look up at him in confusion but Steve's increased thrusts don't allow you to hold the look for long as you're pushed forward with the force of his hips against yours.
"F-fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck Steve- you f-fill me up so well- fuck it feels good." You moan voice a bit hoarse from the throat fucking.
"Are you close doll? Wanna cum all over Steve's cock?" Bucky asks you.
"Yes- yes yes yes yes please can I cum please please please." You're begging desperately when Steve's hand slips between your legs to toy with your neglected clit. You buck your hips against his hand as he continues to plow into you.
"You look so pretty like this doll, all fucked out and stuffed full of one of our cocks. I bet you'd look even cutter stuffed with both of us." Bucky muses. All you can do is moan at his filthy words.
"Fuck I think she likes that Buck- she just clenched so tightly." Steve hisses.
"What a good little whore." Bucky chuckles and your cheeks heat at the way you feel your body react to degrading name calling. By the way his eyes light up you know Bucky noticed your reaction. "Oh this is an interesting turn of events. You like that? The idea of being our perfect little whore. Being a good little slut for Stevie and me to use however we want huh?" He asks forcing you to look at him.
"Yes- fuck- yes I like it. Bucky- I need to cum so badly. Please- please please can I cum." You beg him with wide eyes as your body writhes in pleasure.
"Fuck you look so good like this." He groans stroking your cheek.
"B-Bucky- Stevie- please- please let me cum." You continue to plead.
"You cum when Steve's ready for you to." Bucky concludes. Steve continues to pound into you, his fingers playing with clit.
"Stevie- please please make me cum please daddy please." You're barely aware of the words spilling from your lips as you beg, desperate for your release. So wrapped up in your own pleasure you don't notice the way the men look at each other until Steve stills behind you, making you whine out in protest. Steve's hand wraps around your throat pulling you up against him as Bucky moves forward, his face inches from yours as he grabs your chin.
"What did you just say Princess?" Steve asks, his lips brushing against your ear. You blink, trying to focus through your sex-clogged haze. What had you said?
"He asked you a question doll. Answer it." Bucky growls.
"I- um- please make me cum?" You reply uncertainly.
"What did you call me princess?" Steve's hand squeezes around your throat. You try hard to remember your last sentence. You called him Stevie- that can't be the cause of this- you'd called him that all night- your eyes widen when you realize what you said.
"Answer the question baby." Bucky smirks. He knows you've figured it out.
"D-daddy." You whisper.
"I don't think I heard you darling, what did you call me?" Steve asks again, squeezing harder at the sides of your throat.
"Daddy. I called you daddy." You choke out, your face heating up.
"Daddy huh, you want daddy to keep fucking you doll?" Bucky taunts.
"Yes." You moan.
"Yes, what?" Bucky asks- curious what honorific you'll assign him. You pause for a moment considering.
"Yes sir." You say. Bucky sucks in a breath- he likes the title.
"Well you'll have to ask him baby- ask daddy to fuck you." Bucky orders sitting back against the headboard.
"Please daddy- please fuck me- destroy my pussy with your cock- please!" You pant out, desperate to feel him move again.
"You heard her Stevie- fuck her open." Bucky says. Steve's hand around your throat slides down to the middle of your back, pushing you forward into Bucky, your face pressed against his abdomen as Steve's hips start up again. He sets a harsh rhythm of fast and hard thrusts that have you crying out in pleasure, your hands finding purchase in Bucky's thighs as Steve fucks you.
"Daddy- please can I cum- please daddy, please!" You plead. Steve's hand reaches around your waist and rubs rough circles around your clit.
"Cum for me princess- cum all over daddy's dick." Steve grits out and like his words control your body- your orgasm washes over you quickly.
"You look pretty when you cum darling." Bucky says.
"Thank you sir." You moan as Steve continues to fuck you as your orgasm fades.
"Fuck- fuck I'm close." Steve groans.
"Please- please daddy- fill my pussy with your cum daddy- please I want it so badly." You moan.
"You heard her Stevie- make her all messy for me." Bucky says. Steve's hips stutter as he paints your walls white, the heat of his cum causing you to moan.
"Fucking hell." Steve sighs. Bucky reaches behind you to caress Steve's cheek, helping to ground him. Steve pulls out of you slowly and lays beside you.
"How are you feeling doll?" Bucky asks you.
"Empty." You pout as your pussy pulsates around nothing, Steve's cum leaking out of you slowly.
"Empty huh? What's wrong doll? You haven't had enough yet? You wanna be fucked again?"
"Please sir." You nod with a whimper. Bucky slides off the bed and your eyes follow him as he speaks again.
"You're a greedy little slut aren't you." He scoffs flipping you onto your back. You moan in response.
"Please fuck me sir." You moan spreading your legs for him to get a good look at your messy cunt. The mix of your juices and Steve's cum dripping between your folds causes Bucky's eyes to darken, steel blue practically disappearing behind dark pupils.
"That I can do." He growls sliding into you, the sloppiness of yours and Steve's fluids making it easy. Your head falls back with a moan at being full again. Bucky is a little thicker than Steve but just as long. He's still inside you for one moment before his hips are snapping forward sharply. His thrusts are more forceful than Steve's were. He fucks you like he's trying to possess your body, like he's trying to own you completely.
"S-sir- fuck sir- you feel so good." You cry out when Bucky's thumb reaches down to rub your clit in rough circles.
"Cum for me doll- wanna feel you cum on my dick." Bucky huffs out. Your back arches as your orgasm washes over you.
"Pretty girl." Steve leans over to kiss you sweetly as Bucky continues to fuck you through it. You moan into Steve's mouth when Bucky's thumb continues to toy with your clit.
"Come on darling, gimme another one. I love the way your pussy feels when you cum doll. Do it again." Bucky growls.
"Sir I-I can't." You whimper. It's too much too soon but Bucky seems to think otherwise as he chases his own release.
"You can and you will. Cum doll." He orders. Steve's lips leave yours in favor of wrapping around one of your nipples, his fingers pulling and tweaking at the other one. The added attention soon forces you over the edge into another orgasm that takes you completely by surprise when it crashes into you. "Good girl. Such a perfect little whore." Bucky groans as your pussy clenches around him. A few strokes later, Bucky's hips stutter as he cums inside you with a shaky moan. He buries his head in the crook of your neck as the aftershocks of his orgasm wear off.
"Are you okay Buck?" Steve asks running his hand through his friend's hair. Bucky's silent for a moment before, with a sigh, he slowly slides out of you and rolls over to lay on your other side.
"Never better." He smiles before rolling out of bed.
"Where are you going?" You ask with a frown. He picks you up bridal style and you let out a tiny yelp of surprise as you wrap your arms around his neck.
"We are going to clean you up." He says kissing the top of your head. Steve follows the both of you to the bathroom where the two of them clean you up and get you into some new clothes. When they're done Steve carries you to his room.
"We're gonna shower and fix up your room. We'll be right back princess." Steve tells you before the two exit, Steve to his own bathroom and Bucky down the hall- presumably to his or your room. You force yourself to stay awake until both men have returned and climb into Steve's bed on either side of you.
"Now what?" You mumble into Bucky's chest.
"Now, we take a nap." Bucky says.
"Then when you wake up we can properly discuss our relationship moving forward." Steve says draping an arm around your waist.
"We did that a little out of order." You muse.
"When have we ever done things in order?" Bucky chuckles.
"Stevie likes order." You say tracing shapes in Steve's arm that's around you.
"Where you're involved I can live with chaos." Steve says kissing your shoulder. You're laying between your two best friends after having undoubtly the best sex of your life about to get into a relationship with them.
"Who would have guessed this is where we'd end up when I knocked you on your ass a few weeks ago." You mumble sleepily. You feel more than hear the two men laugh as sleep finally claims you as they both kiss you on the forehead.
Summary: When you and Bucky successfully infiltrate a HYDRA auction, youâre told to stay another day due to max capacity on the jet. But how are you going to survive a night alone with this insufferable Super Soldier? Especially considering the miniscule size of the room and the obvious dilemma presented; who gets the bed?
Warning: S M U T , the smuttiest thing Iâve ever written, language, spit kink, daddy kink, ptsd symptoms, slight voyeurism, slight exhibitionism, hate-s e x, rough, more like enemies-to-lovers kind of thing, gagging, m!receiving, f!receiving, lots of receiving lol, 18+, M
Word Count: 10.6K (Whhhyyyyy)
  Your body burned with exhaustion and the sheer weight of your extremities felt enough to drag you to the floor and mirror a coma with the length of your hibernation. You no longer had the minimal strength required to pick up your feet properly which resulted in the sound of shuffling to fill the small, and by small you meant miniscule, room youâd been assigned to.Â
  Well, you and Bucky had been assigned to.
  Youâd both played your parts well enough over the course of the last few hours. Youâd sauntered into the ran-shacked looking bar with Buckyâs arm tossed lazily over your shoulder, his distaste for the assignment evident on his face, but heâd cleared it away the second his foot crossed the threshold. He pulled you in tighter to his body and raised his chin into the air, emitting the energy of a man not to be trifled with. Youâd portrayed your role as a damsel just as, if not more, convincing as Barnesâ opposite. Your shoulders hunched over and your steps were small and quivering, the wig on your head a tool used to curtain the hair in your face.Â
Summary: You should have known better than to leave Bucky alone. Heâs had three whole days to think of what heâs going to do when you get back.Â
Pairing: Beefy!Biker Bucky x Reader
Warning: Smut, Minors DNI, Oral (M and F receiving), slight exhibition kink, public sex, vibe, handcuffs, orgasm denial, praise kink,, dom/sub, overstimulation, grumpy Bucky.Â
A/N:Â fair warning its a little tame. Not Requested. Betaâd by the wonderful @sweeterthanthis, @whisperlullaby and @navybrat817 but all mistakes are my own.Â
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âAlright ladies, letâs gather around and have a moment of silence.âÂ
You groan, more of whine really, embarrassment seeping through your pores, your cheeks heated when your best friend motions for the group to surround you. âWill you shut the fuck up?â you hiss, hiding your face from the onlookers in the too crowded airport.Â
Marcie takes a deep, overly dramatic breath in and exhales, âDearly beloved, we are gathered here to celebrate the memory of a tight, wet ass pussy that is going to be taken from the world too damn soon-ow,â her speech cut off when you jab her in her stomach.Â
âQuit it and get away from me,â you huff with a tinge of concealed laughter, not wanting to encourage them more. Adjusting your heavy bag over your shoulder, you embrace Marcie with one arm, giving her a squeeze, smiling when you feel your friends envelop you in a group hug. âThis was fun and I canât wait to do it again.âÂ
As you walk through the gates, your friends break away from the small group with goodbyes, selfies, and more hugs. The impromptu girlsâ trip was an incredible experience and you loved every moment.Â
Bucky on the other hand.Â
Yeah, he was not happy. Not happy with you at all. He made it very clear the night you left for the airport. You hope that he used the past three days to calm down.Â
Taking your phone out of your back pocket, you turn it on for the first time in three days. The rapid-fire notifications fill the screen, the continuous pings drawing Marcieâs attention. âGod damn, your pussy really is going to die,â she laughs, looking at the flood of messages.Â
You shrug, keeping a grip on your bag, âBucky just likes to talk,â you retort defensively. âHeâs chatty.â
âIâve never heard him say more than five words at time,â Marcie gives you a disbelieving look out of the side of her eye, âI hope you stretched.âÂ
Snorting, you nudge her with your hip, rolling your eyes as you navigate your way to the entrance. Now youâll never admit it but sheâs right, and you really wished you had thought to limber up before you got off the plane. Your phone continues to light up with message after message. Scrolling through your screen, you can pinpoint the exact moment he began to lose his shit.Â
Five hours into your trip.
âBe safeâ turned to âI miss youâ to âwhen the fuck are you getting backâ to âIâm horny.âÂ
Sweet messages of âI love youâ and âhave funâ mixed in with âIâm going to fuck your brains outâ and âtell my pussy I miss her.âÂ
Youâre staring at the dick pic he sent six hours into your trip, your panties dampening when you see the next message is a video and you want to play it so bad, part of you not even caring that youâre in public. Damn, heâs rubbing off you; at this rate, youâre going to be worse than he is. Youâre almost at the exit when you notice a crowd of employees huddled together whispering loudly.Â
âYou need to ask him to leave.âÂ
âIâm not going anywhere near him. Iâm not trying to die today, I have stuff to do tomorrow, you go ask him to leave.âÂ
âHow long is he going to just stand there?âÂ
âI tried to ask but he glared at me.â A slight pause. âIt was sexy.âÂ
âReally, Jennifer?âÂ
âWhat! Heâs hot. I want him to glare at me like that while he makes me-âÂ
You and Marcie exchange glances, her shoulders shaking as she covers her mouth with her hand. Sighing, you walk around the group and your steps falter, your pulse kicking up.Â
Summary: Bucky might not have completed the mission, but heâs going to make sure he meets his goal of taking care of you. After all, he always does a good job when it comes to pleasing you. Nothing makes him happierÂ
Gif by @sebastianruinedme
Pairing: Bucky x reader
Word count: 1.7K
Warnings: Smut, Oral (fem receiving) fingering, possessive Bucky, hint of exhibitionism kink, praise kink, minors DNI
A/n requested.
Betad by the talented @whisperlullaby but all mistakes are my own.
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Bucky is in a mood. Heâs been in a mood for the past day. The kind that has Sam seriously considering ways to murder him and get away with it. The mission was a failure, and it was partially his fault. Heâs tired, aggravated, and above all he misses you. He can feel the tension weighing him down and at this point, the only thing keeping him motivated is the fact that youâre waiting for him.Â
He gazes up at the night sky, taking in a deep breath of the fresh cool spring air. Lacing his fingers behind his head, he silently counts to ten in an effort to will some of his frustrations away before he reaches you.Â
The private jet is a few feet ahead of him, and he sees your face through the window. He can make out your eyes moving around the area, he knows youâre probably unable to spot him in the dark. Needing another minute, Bucky restarts his countdown, listening to the crunch of Samâs shoes on the gravelly tarmac.Â
And it hits him. Youâre searching for him. Missing him, too. That does things to him he cant begin to comprehend.Â
 âHey, Sam,â he calls out, not looking back at his friend.Â
âYeah.âÂ
âGive me twenty minutes,â Bucky responds gruffly, breaking into a light jog. He doesnât care if Sam or anyone else follows or not, all he can think about is you waiting for him.Â
After all this time, you still wait for him, still love him despite his flaws and baggage. Itâs something he will never take for granted. He needs you so badly right now, even if itâs just a taste.Â
You sit back in your seat with an impatient sigh. Itâs been a few hours since Buckyâs last check-in, and your finger keeps hovering over the send button on your phone. You want to reach out but you donât want to distract him or worse, since he might be undercover and could have forgotten to turn his phone off, you couldnât handle knowing you blew his cover because of an âI miss youâ text.Â
You delete the message and toss your phone on the chair across from you. Staring out the window again, you squint your eyes, wondering if youâre imagining the shapes on the tarmac. You think one is moving towards you, but itâs hard to see anything in the pitch-black darkness.
Bucky eases the door open, shutting it behind him, setting the lock in place with a soft click. Padding silently across the small space, he crouches beside your chair. âHi, Doll.âÂ
Turning your head with a startled shriek, you swing a punch at his head. Bucky grabs your hand with an amused smile, his first real one since he left you two days ago.Â
âDamn, sweet girl, usually we have a little foreplay before getting to the rough stuff,â he jokes. His eyes taking in your beautiful face, wondering how he got so lucky to have you.Â
âOh my god,â you cry out, throwing yourself on him, your body hanging over the armrest. âBucky, honey, I missed you so much. Are you okay? Are you hurt? What happened-.âÂ
Bucky releases your fist, cupping the back of your head, âIâm fine doll, Iâm fine,â he murmurs, âIâm good now,â his lips finding yours. Warm, soft, and welcoming. How are you so soft?Â
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Summary: The reader thinks she's doing a stellar job of keeping her feelings for a certain soldier buried deep inside.
Turns out, all it takes is an observant new friend to begin the unraveling of her most precious secret (Spoilers for TFATWS)
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Word: Pretence
Definition: A way of acting that is intended to deceive people.
Example: Saying that he's just a friend when he's really the love of your life.
Your POV
Being caught in the midst of war is something that I, (Y/N) (Y/L/N)Â know all too well. As a war vet, former shield agent, and now Avenger I'm used to being centered amongst conflict.
When the fight begins within me though, a battle between what I want and what I think is right, how will I react? Will I listen to my heart, my head, or will the winner be chosen for me?
Delacroix, Louisiana.....
I love my sleep, always have, always will. It's not necessarily the comfort of the bed, the quiet or even the rest. It's the fact that I'm at peace when I sleep. My life has a tendency to fall apart when I'm awake, so anything that will put that off for as long as possible I savor.
I wish it were the same for a certain super soldier in my life. I look forward to going to bed, everything calms down then, and for most people it's the same. For Bucky however, it's when everything starts, the nightmares, the terrors, the seemingly unending darkness. If only I could take his pain away like he has with mine.
For the last few weeks, my life had, for want of a better word, been hectic. Hectic to say the least.
After the eventual defeat of Thanos and the loses we endured as a result, I thought naively that life might calm down a bit, that I'd have time to breathe, to live. How wrong I was.
It all began with John Walker being announced to the world as the new Captain America.
I was baking cookies with Morgan in the Stark family kitchen when it came over the radio. As that latest turn of events sunk in, my first thoughts were of Bucky, what that would do to him. Not even an hour later I had said my goodbyes and was on my way to help him get the shield back.
Since then even more had happened. We'd regrouped with Sam, busted Zemo out of prison which in turn ruffled the feathers of Ayo and the Dora Milaje. We came face to face with Morgenthou and the Flag Smashers, and finally witnessed the man who thought he could even compete with Steve, make himself judge, jury and most significantly executioner.
After that went around the world we knew we had to end it sooner rather than later. It couldn't get much worse than Captain America becoming a murderer. We got the shield back, which was a fight all in itself. Handed Zemo over to Ayo, to try and recompense for the distrust we'd instilled in the people who'd helped us so much. Then we travelled to stay with Sam and his family in Louisiana whilst we waited for Karli's next move.
This is where we found ourselves now, in the eye of it, the calm before the storm.
Waking up in the Wilson households guest room, I was greeted to the golden hue of the rising sun penetrating through the single glaze windows, and the melodic sounds of gulls on the hunt for their morning meal down by the docks.
Actually, no that's not right. What I could hear was most certainly not birds, and it was definitely not melodic. What were those boys doing?
Quickly and quietly I threw on the first clothes I could get my hands on and made my way downstairs towards the noise. What caught my attention when I discovered the source, was not the two youngest Wilson boys playing with our newly reacquired shield in the living room, but the super solider who was blissfully ignorant to it all, sleeping peacefully on the couch in front of them. I don't think I'd ever been so happy.
"Right you two, if you're determined to play Avengers all morning then I suggest you re-assemble in the back yard. You're gonna wake Bucky up," I whispered out in one breath, stepping between the boys, then placing my hands on their backs and tip toeing them towards the door.
"So what if we wake him up? It's gone 10am," Cass questioned in protest, pulling on his sneakers and jacket.
"Exactly! Which is why if you do as I say, I will make you the biggest plate of waffles for breakfast that you've ever seen."
The boys eyes lit up. "Can we have ice cream with it? Mum never lets us have ice cream for breakfast, and I'm sure there's a tub of Stark raving hazelnuts in the freezer," AJ clapped in muted excitement. "Oh, for God's sake.....Yes. You can have whatever you want if you get out of this house now and keep the noise down."
Once the boys were outside, I made my way over to the kitchen, stopping on the way to lean over my favourite senior citizen and make sure that he was still peaceful in his slumber. He'd never looked so relaxed, so at ease. It was a brand new Bucky I'd never seen before, a Bucky that had my heart pounding for him even more than it normally did. Not that he knew any of that.
Half an hour later and up to my elbows in waffle mix, I failed to notice my new friend and host Sarah making her way to my side at the counter, the huge smile on my face not going unnoticed. "What's got you grinning like the Cheshire cat, like I need to ask?"
"Bucky's sleeping. Isn't it amazing?" I spoke softly, bouncing up and down on my feet as I did so.
"And why is that?" She couldn't looked more confused if she tried.
"In all the years I've known him, I don't think I've ever woken up before he has. If his nightmares don't keep him awake all night, they normally have him up before the crack of dawn. I don't think I've ever seen him so still."
"Good answer," Sarah nodded in a hush, understanding why this meant so much to me, but not done yet with her morning interrogations, "Now on to my next question......"
"I'm already not liking the sound of this."
"Sleeping Beauty over there follows you around like a little puppy dog. He hangs on your every word, looks at you like you hung the stars or something. It's pretty obvious how crazy he is about you, so when are you gonna stop pretending that you're not head over heels in love with him?"
"I don't know what you're talking about Wilson," I smiled forcefully, making out like the waffle maker deserved my attention way more than the conversation I was being made to have.
This was all Sam's doing, without a shadow of a doubt. He'd tried to have this conversation with me on multiple occasions and I shut him down every time. He obviously hadn't given up like I thought he did, and decided to draft in his sister. He is seriously gonna regret it when I find him.
"Sure you know what I'm talking about. Sam sees it, I don't even know you that well and I see it. The only reason Bucky doesn't, is because he doesn't believe he could ever be that lucky. You're a smitten kitten." These Wilson's are all as annoying as each other.
Knowing I wasn't getting out of this one, I grabbed Sarah by the arm and pulled her right into the corner of the room, trying my best to keep this convo as private as possible. "Look, I'm not pretending.....I'm ignoring. There's a difference."
"Care to explain what that difference is?" Sarah spoke softly, but with a sarcastic air.
Turning to look over my shoulder at the subject of our conversation, making sure he was still safely in the land of nod, I decided to just be honest. Sarah was much like her brother. Once she wanted to get to the bottom of something she wasn't about to give up.
"I love Bucky, more than I've ever loved anyone...and that terrifies me," the rawness of finally being honest making my voice shake, and tears come to my eyes. "Nat was like my sister, and she's dead. Tony was the closest I've ever gotten to having a Dad...and he's dead too. Then there's Steve, Vision, God knows where Wanda is....Everyone I love, either leaves or dies. If I admit my feelings for Buck then I face the risk of losing him too."
"Do you have any idea how crazy you sound right now? He's not going to die because you love him (Y/N)."
Silent tears were falling now. I was revealing my deepest fears to a woman I'd only known a few days, and I'm not underplaying it when I say it was like a colossal weight off my chest, a release I didn't know I needed. "Believe me...I know, but I can't take that risk. I can't lose anyone else, especially not him."
"Let's just say for a second that you're right, that there is some higher power somewhere, set on destroying everyone you love. Do you really think ignoring your feelings is going to make them disappear?" I didn't know what to say to that. "Natasha and Stark died so that everyone could continue living, and (Y/N) you're not living as long as you keep this to yourself. They wouldn't want that for you."
"But what if I lose him?" I whispered with a choked sigh.
"Then at least he'll die knowing how you felt about him. After everything he's been through don't you think he deserves to know there's someone out there who loves him like you do?"
"Of course..."
Sarah's lips pulled upwards in a satisfied smirk, wrapping her arm around my shoulder and giving it a comforting squeeze, "then you owe it to yourself, and to him, to tell him the truth."
"Why do all you Wilson's have to be so clever?" I voiced in mock irritation, pushing her away from me and acting like I was annoyed she had gotten one up on me.
"I don't know," she thought aloud and with a cheeky grin, grabbing a plate to start piling on the long forgotten waffles, "I think it might be the sea air or something."
"Nah, it's in the genes," I chuckled quietly, grabbing my jacket and deciding it was time to get this conversation wrapped up. "I'll go find Sam and the boys for breakfast. Clear my head a little bit."
"You promise you're gonna tell him?" Sarah stopped me as I went to push the door open.
"I'll think about it."
3rd person POV
Once (Y/N) was out of ear shot, Sarah couldn't help but start jumping up and down in excitement, clapping her hands loudly as she did so. That went even better than she thought it would, and she was so proud of herself. Sarah Wilson could now add matchmaker to her resume.
"Coast is clear Barnes. You can open your eyes now."
(Y/N) had no idea what she had metaphorically walked into just minutes earlier, entering that very revealing conversation with her overly inquisitive host.
What drew Sarah to come down that morning was the sounds of both the front porch door opening and the smell of homemade waffles wafting up the stairs. As she entered the kitchen she was met with two sights. One being (Y/N), facing the counter and looking very smiley, the other being a wide awake super soldier who was just laying on the couch and staring at her, the sole object of his affection. Sarah could work with this.
Every time (Y/N) turned back in his direction, Bucky would close his eyes and pretend to be asleep again. He had never slept so soundly, so peacefully, thoughts of (Y/N) and his new friends filling his nightmare free dreams.
He'd initially woken to (Y/N) ushering the boys outside because she was afraid they would wake him up. He didn't want to disappoint her by proving her right. Besides, he liked just watching her move around the kitchen, completely unaware he was observing her the whole time. He had no idea about the conversation that was just about to happen.
After (Y/N) had left and Sarah had confirmed so, Bucky sat himself up, his body shaking with adrenaline and a look of complete shock fixed on his face. Had he definitely woken up, or had the whole thing been a part of his dream? Did (Y/N) seriously just admit that she was in love with him?
Bucky didn't know how to react, didn't know what to say as he looked up at a smug Sarah from his spot. All he'd ever wanted was for (Y/N) to feel the same way about him as he did about her. Now he knew that she did.
Series based on the Show - updates every Friday as new episodes come out!
Series Warnings: !SPOILERS!, Lots of Angst, Fluff, Some Idiocy, Cursing, Slow-Burn (Iâm sorry, it was an accident!)
*Please donât repost this anywhere! Especially without my permission! Iâve worked hard on this and these characters are very dear to me so please donât repost! Thank you to everyone who helped with the scare I just had! I just started posting my work this year so Iâm new to that kind of thing! *
1) His Only Contact - Takes place after Episode 1; Angst and Fluff, phone call between Reader and Bucky; Buckyâs Perspective (Also written for HBCâs Lucky in Love, Day 19 Prompt: Odds)
2) Not Your Captain - Takes place right before Episode 2; Lots of Angst and feelings between Reader and Bucky; Readerâs Perspective
3) Inner Conflict - Takes place during Episode 2; a little more action packed and scene-for-scene of the show than the previous two parts; Readerâs Perspective
3.5) Rocks, Shoulders, and Ears - Second Half of Inner Conflict; loads of Angst!; the Couples Therapy Scene; Readerâs Perspective
4) In Need of a Breath - First Part of the Third Episode; Zemoâs Entrance; Readerâs Perspective
4.2) Suits, Dress, and Heels - Second Part of the Third Episode; First Half of Madripoor; Sharonâs Entrance; Readerâs Perspective
4.3) Itâs All in the Perspective - Third and Final Part of the Third Episode; Second half of Madripoor; Mainly Readerâs Perspective
5) Right From Left - First Part of the Fourth Episode; First little bit in Latvia before Walker comes in; Readerâs Perspective
5.2) The Shield - Second and Final Part of the Fourth episode; Walker, Karli, Zemo, Everything; Proceed with Caution on This One; Readerâs Perspective
6) It Always Ends in a Fight - Very First Part of the Fifth episode; Warehouse Fighting Scene; Readerâs PerspectiveÂ
6.2) Windows Down, Music Up - Second Part of the Fifth Episode; Doesnât Have Much of the Actual Show in it Besides Zemo Getting Arrested; Readerâs Perspective
6.3) The Conversation - Third and Final Part of the Fifth Episode; Feelings and Fluff; Louisiana Scenes; Mostly Readerâs Perspective
7) Home - The Only Part of Episode Six; The FINALE; Readerâs Perspective
One Shots of Readerâs Backstory - NOT BUCKY X READERÂ
Itâs more Avengers x Reader with a heavy emphasis on Steve x Reader, but itâs platonic! Iâm gonna try to do it chronologically.
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One Shot #1: Back to the Beginning - Reader Meets Captain Steve Rogers; Takes place directly after Captain America: The First Avenger in 2011
One Shot #2: The Beginning of a Family - Reader Meets the Avengers; Takes place during the first half of The Avengers in 2012
One Shot #3: Stars, Stripes, and Bubbles - Reader and Steve have some fun in the kitchen; Takes place right after Steveâs mission in the beginning of Captain America: The Winter Soldier in 2014
One Shot #4: Best Girls, Good Guys, Hand Art, Joy Rides - Reader Meets Sam Wilson; Takes place during Captain America: The Winter Soldier in 2014 before/during/after Samâs VA session
One Shot #5: Reminiscing - Reader Learns about Bucky Barnes; A little out of order; Takes Place before CA: TWS, before Reader and Steve move to D.C., so before One Shot #3 and 4 (2012-2013 ish)
One Shot #6: No One Said Anything About a Metal Arm - Reader Unofficially Meets Bucky Barnes Or, More Accurately, The Winter Soldier; Takes place during the end of Captain America: The Winter Soldier in 2014
đđśđŽđŽđ˘đłđş : Bucky had to sit back and watch another man touch you, but now that the ruse is over, heâs going to erase every trace of him off your skin.Â
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đđ˘đŞđłđŞđŻđ¨: TFAWS Bucky x Reader
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đđ˘đłđŻđŞđŻđ¨đ´ : Possessive (mostly protective) Bucky, creampie, hint of exhibitionism kink, breeding kink, choking, semi public sex, smut, (oral f receiving), minors DNI
A/N: Based on a gif and that scene from this week. Betaâd by the wonderful @whisperlullaby but all mistakes are my own.Â
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He knew he had fucked up, his arrogant demeanor slipping away when the former winter soldier glared at him. The tense, yet calm atmosphere shattered the second he snatched your hand off Buckyâs arm, placing a distinctly moist kiss on your knuckles while grabbing your thigh.Â
And when Bucky lifted him out of his seat by his throat, everyone knew that he would never make that mistake again.Â
Earlier that evening.Â
The nightclub certainly lived up to its reputation, you didnât even make it past the entrance before you were being offered pink skull shaped candies. Shaking your head at what you assumed was ecstasy, you looked around the large room. Bright strobes of neon lights wave through the crowd splitting the darkness, the heavy thumping bass of the music vibrating through the floors. A husky mix of smoke, sweat, and liquor cling to the thick cloudy air.Â
People jump and sway around you, a mob of glittery, sweaty limbs touching and grinding against each other. You navigate through the crowd, swatting away wandering hands and stray lips until you make your way to the bar. Signaling the bartender, you order a shot of tequila, needing a little liquid courage.
 You werenât supposed to be here, but the only alias they could use to get a meeting with the buyer was part of a couple. And you were the only one that could help them out. Bucky was too well known through these parts and there was no way an Avenger could disguise himself among this crowd. Which left John Walker and you, a fact that Sam and Bucky hated.
You could see past Buckyâs stoic demeanor to the seething rage lurking beneath his seemingly cold indifferent blue eyes during the meeting, rage that grew each time John emphasized how loving the couple was known to be. The thought of having his hands on you turned your stomach.Â
Honestly, you were only doing this for Bucky.Â
While the information you could get from the buyer would help the team, it would also lead to another name on his list. A fact that only you and Bucky were aware of and the only reason he was allowing this to happen.Â
You know him so well that you picked up on the way the corner of his mouth twitched whenever he was upset, how he would tap his left knee with his index finger as if he were counting down in his head, a grounding technique he picked up from somewhere.Â
You intertwined your fingers in his while you listened, rubbing your thumb across his palm, tapping along with him. His quick squeeze telling you he was okay. He has to shut down and compartmentalize otherwise his emotions would get the best of him.Â
You and Sam remember the last time you were in danger, the destruction he reigned down to save you was astonishing. Rule number 2 of his does not apply to you in the slightest.Â
If he even thinks youâre in danger, there is no stopping him.Â
A fact he reminded a smug John of several times during the planning process. Â
You pulled down the end of your form-fitting teal dress and threw back the shot, the crystal clear liquid burning itâs way down your throat. Wiping your mouth off with the back of your hand, you slide the glass down the counter.Â
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bucky barnes
biker!bucky x spanking x princess. (includes biker!bucky x bartender!reader, implied voyeurism, dirty talk, spanking.)
bad boy!bucky x cockwarming x kitten (bad boy!bucky x shy!reader, dirty talk, exhibitionism and voyeurism, cockwarming, unprotected sex.)
best friendâs brother!bucky x breeding kink x bunny. (includes best friendâs brother!bucky x reader, breeding kink, dirty talk, unprotected sex.)
biker!bucky x clothes ripping x dollface. (includes biker!bucky x chief-of-policeâs daughter!reader, clothes ripping kink, reader receiving oral.)
neighbor!bucky x masturbation x doll (includes neighbor!bucky, buckyâs pov, dirty talk via reader, masturbation.)
bad boy!bucky x teasing x kitten (includes bad boy!bucky x shy!reader, buckyâs pov, dirty talk, praise kink, teasing, fingering, mild exhibitionism and voyeurism.)
mobster!bucky x cockwarming x baby doll
college!bucky x pet play x kitten
mobster!bucky x spanking x sugar
roommate!bucky x creampie kink x baby doll
avenger!bucky x sergeant kink x agent
enemies to lovers x voyeurism x sweetheart
best friend!bucky x choking: âWhat do we have here?â
best friend!bucky x overstimulation x kitten, baby doll, little one
fatherâs best friend!bucky x exhibitionism x baby
roommate!bucky x size kink x baby girl
enemies to lovers x cockwarming x bunny, angel
best friendâs father!bucky x size kink, praise kink x doll, baby
sugar daddy!bucky x extreme dominance, size kink + baby doll
steve rogers
boxer!steve x size kink x doll (includes boxer!steve x coachâs-daughter!reader, steveâs pov, dirty talk, mild choking, size kink, grinding, unprotected sex, creampie kink, overstimulation.)
steve x breeding kink x baby (includes steveâs pov, avenger!steve rogers x girlfriend!reader, breeding kink, dirty talk, praise kink, mild daddy kink, unprotected sex.)Â
mobster!steve x spanking x angel
loki laufeyson
best friendâs ex!loki, enemies to lovers x overstimulation x kitten (includes best-friendâs-ex!loki, lokiâs pov, readerâs pov, enemies to lovers, dirty talk, overstimulation, mild choking, mild creampie kink, mild knife kink, unprotected sex.)
teacher!loki x praise kink x princess
steve x reader x bucky
stucky x size kink, cockwarming, metal arm kink
loki x reader x bucky
brotherâs-best-friend!bucky + brotherâs-best-friend!loki x spit kink x little one, baby girl
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summary: You wake up in Buckyâs bed after a night youâre certain will only break your heart.Â
pairing: bucky x reader
word count: 5.6k
warnings: smut (18+), idk no real other warnings this time folks, two love sick idiots pining for one another?Â
a/n: this was written for @fvckingavengersâââs quarantine writing challenge ! I had the prompt of Sleeping With A Friend by Neon Trees â¨
And why mess up a good thing baby? / Itâs a risk to even fall in love
So when you give that look to me / I better look back carefully
âCause this is trouble / Yeah, this is trouble
Iâm scared but if my heartâs gonna break / Before the night will end
I said, ooh ooh / Weâre in danger / Sleeping with a friend
Youâre woken by a glimpse of sunlight as it streams in through the bedroom window. It escapes through the sliver between the curtains and you tuck your face into the crook of something warm. Still, it eclipses over your shoulder and you grunt a little as it seeps beyond closed lids and beckons you awake; gentle, at first, but thereâs something in its presence as your eyes flutter open that exposes the room around you.
You feel it as you lift your head from the comfort of a broad, bare shoulder, as the delicate touch of a hand slips off your spine and falls to the mattress â a pang of regret. It boils deep down into your stomach. It takes a swift hold of you as your heart starts to race and you glimpse down to the face of a man youâd loved almost as long as youâd known him. A man youâd sworn off, a man who occupied the entirety of your heart and soul and still, always at an armâs length.
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summary:Â Four cups of tea, four distinct moments in time, and each pulls you in closer beyond the walls surrounding Buckyâs heart
pairing:Â bucky x reader
word count:Â 5.8k
warnings:Â lots of fluff, but also nightmares, and lots of tea because im a fanatic
a/n: this was written for @coffee-with-buckyâââs 2k writing challenge and itâs a thousand years late, but I hope you enjoy it! My prompt was đ tea đ
It starts late in the evening as the thunder rolls in, low breaks amongst the clouds in the distance, a flicker of lightening touching the night sky and illuminating the shadows cast by the city. Painted raindrops slide against on the windowsill, racing one another to the edge of the pane. Itâs soothing as you close your eyes and lose yourself in the soft tap-tap-tap to the walls of the tower and the hums of thunder miles beyond the city. Itâs better than the silence, anyway.
The whistle of a kettle sings by the stove and it pulls you gently from your stance at the window. Mug in hand, you grab a bag of peppermint tea from the small box to the right of the kettle; paintings of sunsets and starry nights along the wooden frame. You close the lid and tug the string of the bag so it lays over the lip of the mug. Hot water finds its home at the center and the air around you fills of candy canes and memories of nights wrapped in blankets by the fireplace.
You hear footsteps behind you as you set the kettle back on the stovetop, careful of the bright red rings of the burner, and slowly wrap your hands around the mug. Thereâs a shuffle at the edge of the kitchen as the warmth of the mug touches your palms, soothes right up into your arms, the liquid too hot to drink but the steam of it is comforting against your cheeks. Crisp and cool amongst burning heat.
âDidnât think you were home,â you say quietly, back turned to the figure who takes in a sharp breath in response.