SOFT BOY

Bucky x Virgin!Reader

A/N: I started writing this piece last June(among many others) and finally finished it.

This takes place after Bucky is experimented on by Zola but before his tragic fall in the snow. I’d say it’s during the time he and Steve(and the rest of the rescued troops) were hunting down and annihilating Hydra bases. I assume that went down for months.

Summary: An injured soldier somehow finds himself being cared for by a foreign family. 

Warnings: Sweet lovemaking. Don’t read if it ain’t ya thing.

Word Count: 3300

He was asleep again. You set your book down on the table and looked to the bed, where he lay. Darkness covered the window in the small room. Beyond it, there was crisp winter air, fields of snow and ice, and rocky summits rising into a moonless sky. The only light came from his bedside lamp, which cast an amber glow onto his handsome face. You could sit here for hours—all night, if you dared, gazing at him. Your soldier.

Well, maybe you shouldn’t call him that. After all, you didn’t really know him. He was a stranger.

Sometimes he cried out in his sleep. Words you couldn’t understand, not completely at least. Some of the words sounded like names. At night they stabbed through your dreams and brought you to the doorway, where you watched him toss and mumble like he wanted to throw off the blankets and get back to his mission, whatever it was.

“Let him go.”

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Female Reader, minor Bucky Barnes x Female Reader 

Warnings: 1940s slang, pre-serum Steve, smut - oral

Summary: Steve gets roped into going on a double date with Bucky. 

Notes: I’m sorry, I just wanna do bad, bad things to pre-serum Steve. He’s a precious cinnabon and 99% of this is all @valuedabovehoardedgold ‘s fault. She enables me and my sin way too much. There are probably several mistakes, most of which I’ll come back and fix. I’ve been starting at this fic for two weeks now and I just wanna get it out at this point 😂 Requests are open | Tag list is open 

Steve’s sketching out an assignment at the table when the door suddenly flies open and back into the wall with a loud thud. He whips around with a disapproving frown, ready to scold whoever decided to bust into his house with all the grace of a bull in a china shop when he pauses. His best friend stands in the doorway with mussed hair and a crooked jacket, sweaty and panting. The jerk probably ran all the way across town from the little shop he works at. Bucky’s got a megawatt smile and the wild look in his eyes only spells trouble for Steve. 

Sebastian in NYC