Maple

(I'm responded you in my mind, but you're on my pendings i promise lool) HI BABY MAPLE!!

I'm not going to lie, this one had been hurting to write. But I'm now the fluff part now, woohooo. Still not finished and will take some time, but I'm loving it! I really didn't know what part to pick. I love everything from this one

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“I’m so sorry.” You mumbled, it was almost inaudible, and he twitched a finger in response. You leaned closer to review some wire connections behind the machine, and with that move, he was able to touch your leg with his finger. It was fast, barely a move, but it made you almost break down.

“Hang tight, Sergeant Barnes.” You mumbled before coming back into your initial position, “Inspection completed. Asset in perfect condition and ready to comply.”

“You can leave the chamber, doctor.” You nodded and gave him a last look.

His gaze was fixed to the front, but he gave you a fast flicker in his eyes that was almost like a silent farewell.

Summary: Bucky rubs your feet after a long night at a PR event.

Word Count: 296

Warnings: Reader wears heels, exhaustion, foot rubs and fluff

Song/Lyric Prompt: "Every Breath You Take" - The Police / Every smile you fake

Day 16 of the June Jukebox Scribbles Event and I tried really hard to avoid the creepy stalker vibes of this song and not let them bleed into this drabble, aka I super procrastinated on this. So enjoy some fluff with Bucky! Likes, Comments, and Reblogs are appreciated!

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Bucky waited for you in the dark of your apartment, having extricated himself from Valentina's party early because he couldn't take it anymore.

pairing: avenger!bucky x avenger!reader

summary: Tonight, you didn’t coax Bucky into falling asleep. This time, you’re the reason neither of you were getting any at all.

word count: 2.1k

warnings/tags: 18+, mdni, established relationship, smut, clothed handjob, dry humping, riding, sex is hinted at, cumming in pants, overstimulation, hypersensitivity, kinda sub bucky, soft reader, use of petnames (sweetheart, baby)

author‘s note: First of all I want to say how thankful I am for all the support my first upload has received!! This is the small sequel is was talking about in the first part, but honestly if you‘re not into smut there isn‘t a lot you‘d be missing out on, I just thought it would be cute to have a small scene of intimacy between the two of them. This is my first time writing smut, so please keep that in mind whilst reading.

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From the outside, the way you and Bucky were lying in bed together right now might've seemed ridiculously similar to the situation you had been in only two months ago.

Which was silly, considering just how much had changed since then.

You were watching a movie again, just like you had last time, but tonight it was a mindless Netflix rom-com that neither of you were actually paying attention to. You'd honestly just put it on for the sake of some backround noise, both of you very well aware that you were paying attention to each other more than you actually did to the screen.

After that first kiss and ten hours of highly needed sleep on Bucky's side, he'd insisted on taking you out on a date first thing the next morning, claiming that he couldn't just kiss a dame without offering her a good time afterwards, if you remembered his words correctly.

Genuinely, Bucky had been a gentleman through and through over the past eight weeks, doing everything from holding doors open for you to offering his jacket to you whenever he could, swearing that it was to keep you warm even though both of you knew that he just loved seeing you wear his clothes.

Last week, you'd jokingly accused him of being obsessed with it when he'd tried to sneak another one of his henleys into your closet, which he'd shamelessly agreed to without hesitation.

That was also the reason why you were clad in one of his shirts right now, loving the feeling of the soft fabric on your skin just as much as the intense way it carried his scent.

The way his pupils dilated whenever he looked at you was a pretty nice bonus, too.

"You doing alright, sweetheart?" His lips gently brushed against your hair as he spoke, head slightly bent so he could press a kiss against your scalp whenever he wanted to.

Which apparently meant about every ten seconds.

Genuinely, your boyfriend just couldn't keep his hands off of you.

One of his arms was tightly wrapped around your waist, his thumb rubbing gentle circles against your side which he didn't even see to notice he was doing.

"Mhmm, I'm good." Your eyes were still lazily focused on the screen, even though you really weren't paying attention to the storyline.

Quite the opposite, actually.

You were just waiting for the right moment to finally bring the plan that had been on your mind all day to life.

Truthfully, you'd only let this much time pass already because you'd been hoping that the movie would at least catch some of Bucky's attention, which unfortunatly didn't seem to happen anytime soon.

Even though his eyes were fixed on the screen, you were convinced that it was for more for your sake than for his, because he still seemed to believe that you actually wanted to watch the movie.

He had no idea what was actually going through your head right now.

Deciding that this moment was as good as any, you let your hand move from where it was resting on his chest, your nails catching in the fabric of his shirt as you lightly scratched them across his abdomen, the motion pulling the shirt upwards just enough to reveal a small part of his defined abs and a small part of his v-line. You couldn't see a lot of it, though, because most of it was still hidden by tthe sweatpants sitting low on his hips-

Bucky's reaction was almost immediate.

You felt his sharp inhale before you heard it, his chest expanding under you as his heartbeat sped up, thumping steadily against your ear.

"What are you doing?"

A satisfied grin pulled at your lips, fingers tracing the waistband of his sweats just enough to tease. 

"Baby-"

"Don't worry about it, Buck." You caught his gaze, your playful expression quickly turning into an innocent one. "Just relax and enjoy yourself. Can you do that?"

His head thudded back against the pillow as he forced the tension out of his muscles, doing just as he was told.

"There you go, just like that."

The praise seemed to drive him crazy even more, his hand tightening around your hip like he was trying to anker himself.

"You're gonna be the death of me, you know that?"

"Seems like a pretty good way to go, doesn't it?" Bucky huffed a soft laugh that quickly turned into a groan when your hand moved a little too close to where he actually wanted it. 

"Sweetheart if you keep this up, I'm gonna embarass myself."

"That easy to rile you up, huh?" You just couldn't help yourself. You loved how much of a reaction you could get out of him, how little you had to do to make him fall apart like this.

"And what do you want me to do about that?"

"Just touch me, please-" He choked on a moan when you pressed your hand against his hardening errection, palming him through his sweats, which caused him to lift his hips off the matress now, not able to stop himself even though his thighs were tightly clenched when he dropped back onto the bed.

He was seemingly trying to restrain himself, but you had to admit that he wasn't doing too much of a godd job at it.

No matter how much he wanted to take control, you having the upper hand like this always drove him insane in the best ways possible.

"Look at you, so sensitive from just a little teasing."

Even though you kept moving your hand against him at a slow pace, your eyes stayed trained on his face.

You wanted to see exactly how much pleasure you were bringing him, absolutely adoring how expressive he always was with it.

Bucky's eyes were almost black with how dilated his pupils were, his breath coming in harsh burst. The muscle in his jaw twitched tightly, like he was desperately trying to keep any sounds from escaping him.

"It's not the teasing, it's- ah- it's you. You're driving me insane, sweetheart, please just don't stop."

When you'd first started getting intimate with each other, you would've never expected your boyfriend to be this vocal, let alone this sensitive when it came to physical touch.

You loved it, though. The man that had the reputation of having a compusure made of steel crumbled beneath your touch as soon as you paid attention to him, trusting you enough to actually let go of the control he usually held onto with a vice like grip, letting himself get lost in the moment.

It meant more to you than he could ever imagine, which was also why you wanted to make him feel good more than anything. He deserved that much from you, especially with how much of an amazing boyfriend he was being all the time.

Buky didn't preassure you into doing this, of course. If it was up to him, the only priority would be you and your pleasure, but you wanted to do this for him. If he couldn't pay attention to his needs, you were more than happy to do it for him.

Bucky watched intesnely when you lowered yourself into his lap , a sound of protest slipping past his lips when you removed your hand from his cock, only to whimper in pleasure when your clothed core pressed against him a few seconds later.

You couldn't help the gasp that slipped past your lips, either, his reaction more than enough to make heat curl low in your stomach.

Who would've guessed that your man would get this whiny from just a little dry humping?

You kept the movement of your hips against his just predictable enough for him to match it whilst also shifting your weight on top of him every once in a while, for no other reason than to keep him guessing, nerver letting him know what your next move was goingg to be.

His whole body was rigid by now, but you weren't entirely sure if it was because he wanted more or because he was keeping himself from ending this before it even properly started.

You figured it might be a little bit of both.

You weren't entirely sure if you wanted to take it much further than this, though. For you, pleasuring him like this was just as good as doing it any other way and with the way he responded to it, you figured it was safe to say that he was enjoying it, too.

Your panties were more than just drenched, but it didn't stop you from focusing on his pleasure alone. You relished in it, adoring how you could show him that there was no part of him that didn't deserve your love and attention, no matter what his doubts were teliing him sometimes.

You loved all of him, even the vulnerable parts.

Especially the vulnerable parts.

You broke away from the kiss you'd pulled him into a few moments ago, too breathless to keep going.

Your lips drifted lower now, moving against the soft stubble of his jaw before you went down to his neck, gently sucking on the sensitive spot just below his ear, knowing his body well enough by now to know exactly what you had to do to get a reaction out of him.

Bucky's hips immediately bucked up against you again as he pulled you down, greedy for as much friction as he could get whilst you kept your attention on his neck, covering it in soft bites and kisses.

"Fuck, baby, I'm gonna make a mess if you keep this up-"

"Nothing wrong with that, Buck," you murmured against his ear, well aware that he still sometimes needed some reassurance to actually let himself let go, the fear of being too much rooted so deeply he fell back into old habits without actually meaning to.

"Go ahead, Bucky. I got you."

The permission was enough to push him towards the edge, which he fell over immediately when you pressed your weight against him just right, a shudder rattling his whole body when he came, your name leaving his lips in a loud moan.

He tried to pull youu impossibly closer now, arms completely wrapped around your frame as you guided him through his orgasm, grinding down just enough to prolong it without overstimulating him.

When Bucky came down from his high again, you stilled your motions and cradled his head against your chest, giving him all the time he needed to work through the sensations that were cursing through his body right now.

You were well aware that the serum made everything ten times more intense for him, especially things that were already overwhelming to begin with.

Bucky's face was lax with pleasure when he pulled back to look at you again, a lazy smile pulling on his lips. "What are you doing to me, huh?"

You reciprocated his smile with a grin, raising your hand to brush some messy strands of hair away from his forehead, which were slightly damp with sweat.

He leaned into it immediately, just like he always did.

"Making you feel good, I'd say."

"Makin' me embarass myself is more like it," he corrected you, a faint blush colouring his cheeks. "You just made me come in my pants, sweetheart. Like a goddamn teenager."

He didn't seem to actually be bothered by it, but to you it sometimes seemed like he still wasn't entirely used to how the serum running through his veins amplified what he was feeling.

You were more than happy to tell him that there was nothing wrong with that, though. Never that.

"You know I love how I can make you react, right? Drives me crazy, knowing that I'm the one making you feel like that."

It seemed to calm his embarassment just a little, the heat in his cheeks subsiding again. "Baby, you have no idea how crazy you actually drive me."

Before you knew it, Bucky got you flipped onto your back, his weight pressing against you just enough to pin you to the bed, his intentions very clear with how the way he was looking at you, already hardening against your thigh again.

"Again, huh? I thought we were gonna go to sleep." 

You laughed, but Bucky only huffed offendedly. 

"Sleep? After what you just did to me? Absolutely not."

"So I guess that means I'm in trouble now, huh?"

You playfully grinned at him and now, Bucky was the one to laugh.

"Oh sweetheart, you have no idea.

It's Bucky's first time since the 40s. It's a good thing you really like him.

Word Count: 752

Warnings: SMUT, 18+ only!

“Oh fuck…” His whole body shudders against yours before locking up, his muscles tensed almost to the point of pain. “M’not gonna last… how’m I supposed to last?” His words are whispered with desperation into your neck where his face is buried, burning with a humbling mix of embarrassment that he’s about to blow so soon and the primal need to get his come in you as quickly and as much as possible. His hips twitch at just the thought and a low whimper escapes through his gritted teeth. 

I’m a Bucky girl through and through, but there is no doubt the Captain America, Sam Wilson, wouldn’t treat his girl right.

pairing: avenger!bucky x avenger!reader

summary: When Bucky had trouble falling asleep, he sought you out for some company and comfort. What he didn’t expect was that between fatigue and vulnerability, feelings had a way of coming through.

word count: 4.1k

warnings: Very brief mentions of Bucky’s past and nightmares, Not exactly smutty but it’s hinted at, Other than that just a whole lot of fluff and comfort

author’s note: Honestly kinda nervous, this is my first tumblr post ever! I edited this a few days ago but couldn’t really bring myself to proofread it because my own writing always cringes me out, so I’m sorry for any mistakes! I’m planning on posting a small sequel sometime next week and really hope that you enjoy this part, comments and feedback would be highly appreciated!

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Bucky Barnes wasn't unfamiliar with sleepless hours and restless nights.

As a matter of fact, they were a common companion by now. 

Now one he necesarilly liked, but he couldn't exactly do anything about it. He just pushed through the restless nights filled with nothing else but tossing and turning and the occasional slumber which never really held on long because nightmares and memories didn't give him any peace to actually rest.

Getting three hours of sleep wasn't unusual for him, but Bucky highly prided himself in being able to function well, despite whatever fatigue and exhaustion that little of sleep usually brought.

He was a super soldier, after all. Surely, it would need a little more than that to knock him off his feet, right?

Wrong.

During the last two weeks, Bucky had gotten even less sleep than he normally did. He was constantly on edge, his brain not giving him a break for even a second, reminders of what his life used to be seering through his brain like lighting.

It was exhausting, sure, but he figured he'd tough it out, that it was just a phase that would fade again eventuelly.

What he didn't expect was just how much it would really get to him, both physically and mentally. His body ached with the need to sleep, muscles so have it took him a great amount of strength to even get up in the morning. 

It didn't help that everything around him felt too intense and dull at once. His headach hadn't left him once during the last fourteen daze and neither had the haze that was clouding his brain, the one that made it difficult to even properly think.

Bucky was used to hiding his issues, though. He'd survived worse than this, for fucks sake. A little sleep deprevation wasn't what was going to break him. He wouldn't let that happen. He couldn't let it happen. He didn't want to tell the others about it, either. The last thing he needed was anybody fussing over him like he and his sobb story were something that needed pity.

But he was so, so tired.

And that tiredness made him desperate, which was exactly the reason why he was currently standing in front of your room, still contemplating if he should knock or if you'd think that he was pathetic for letting a little lack of sleep get to him so much.

He should just pull himself together.

You wouldn't say that, of course. He knew that better than anyone, but that unfortunately didn't stop him from overthinking this.

A part of him, the one that got him through seventy years of torture and pain, was currently screaming at him to keep his distance, to not allow any vulnerablity.

Vulnerability meant weakness, and that always led to punishment.

That's how it used to be, at least.

But tthis wasn't Hydra and you weren't anything like his old handlers. In fact, you were one of the nicest people he knew. You got along with everyone, constantly filling his days with your bad jokes and stupidly beautiful smile.

Your laugh was even worse. The sound was like music to his ears, making him feel lightheaded in a way that had nothing to do with his insomnia and everything to do with you.

It was his fucking favourite sound in the world just like you were his favourite person.

He couldn't tell you that, of course.

The two of you were friends

And even though his feelings for you had stopped just being friendly a very long time ago, that was a fact he had to remind himself of every day. You didn't see him as any more than what the two of you were, which was very close, but still painfully platonic friends.

You had told him, though- multiple times- that whenever he needed anything, you would be there. No matter how big or small, you had promised him that he could always come to you.

And right now, all he really needed was one of your hugs that never failed to make the world around him go quiet, giving his mind the break it barely got anymore.

It would solve all his problems, he was sure of it.

He knew that you were still awake. With his kind of hearing, he could clearly make out the sound of your favourite show still running on the TV.

Taking one last breath, he carefully raised his hand and scraped his knuckles against the door, loud enough for you to hear, but still gentle, so he would hopefully not startle you.

For a moment he was sure that you probably didn't hear him, but then he could make out the quiet rustle of sheets and bare feet lightly padding against the floor.

The door opened and there you wear, your hair a mess, a sleepy expression on your face and clothed in an old tshirt and red flannel pants.

God, you were beautiful.

"Buck?" A small crease formed between your eyebrows as you took him in and he winced, realising that he probably looked awful. His short hair was stading off in messy strands and his eyes were red rimmed and puffy from exhaustion. The dark bags under his eyes probably didn't help, either. 

Bucky knew that you'd noticed that something was off, of course. 

All week, you had watched him with those observant eyyes of yours, checking in on him wheever you could. 

You didn't push, though. You just let him approach you at his own pace, which he appreciated.

"What are you doing here? Is everything okay? He hated how concerned you sounded. He didn't want to be the reason for your distress, not ever. Actually, he'd rather get shot than make you upset, but thinking about it, that might be a little contradictory.

"Everything's okay, don't worry. Just… couldn't sleep."

The admission that he didn't come here because of something serious but solemnly because he couldn't sleep felt even pathetic out loud than it did in his head, if that was even possible.

"I can leave again, though. I know it's late and I really don't want to bother you-"

"Hey, no. None of that. You're always welcome here Buck, you know that," You interruped him gently, keeping him from backtracking before he could even properly start. He wanted to protest again, of course, wanted to apologize for coming to you with his issues this late, but you quickly ushured him inside, like you knew exactly what was going on inside him and scared that if you let him stand in the hallway for a moment longer, he'd bolt again.

Which wasn't too far off the truth, if he was being honest.

When Bucky stepped into the middle of the room, he felt the effect it had on him immediately. The smell alone was enough to soothe him, something sweet and flowery and so you his shoulders lost some of their tension immediately.

His skin tingled where you placed your hand on his arm and he was painfully aware of how close you were standing to him right now, looking up at him with the most breathtaking eyes he had ever seen.

They were bothering him right now though, because you still looked so goddamn worried. You didn't need to worry. He was fine, now that he was with you.

"I'm okay," He tried to reassure you, but he wasn't sure how convincing it sounded. "Really."

"Mhmm." The hum was noncomittal at best, your thumb rubbing soft circles over the soft fabric of his shirt.

"Please don't get me wrong, Buck, I don't mind you being here. I really don't. But it's also not common for you to show up at my door at-" You quickly glanced at the clock behind him. "One in the morning. What's actually going on?"

He hated that you were right. This wasn't normal, no matter how much he wanted it to be.

And he wanted it so, so badly.

He wanted to be in your space without having a reason to be there. He wanted your attention more than anythig else in the world and, most importantly, he wanted you.

But he ccouldn't say anything of that, so he just shrugged, swallowing thickly. "I can't sleep. Like, at all. Haven't been ablre to in a couple of days."

It was more than just that and you both knew it, but he was grateful that you didn't call him out on it. "I just didn't want to be alone today, that's all."

The admission hung between you and Bucky had to suppress the urge to physically backtrack. He barely let himself be this vulnerable, too scared of what the consequences might be.

Somehow, you still always managed to reassure him that he never had to be scared with you.

"Oh, Buck." If anybody else would've said it, he most definitely would've taken it for pity. The only thing he could hear in your voice was raw and honest concern as you pulled him down, right into your arms.

He took his chance immediately, of course. He couldn't help how pathetically touch starved he was when it got to you. He tightly wrapped his arms around you as a shudder wrecked his body, his breath hitching violently as he pressed his nose into your neck.

"Shh, it's okay. I got you," You reassured him softly as you cradled the back of his head, your hand soothingly moving up and down his back. The sensations runnning through his body were almost too much for him to handle, every single nerve in his body hyper aware of hoow close you were to him.

He didn't know how long the two of you stayed like that- time always did that whenever he was with you.

Seconds, minutes, a lifetime, he wouldn't know.

Didn't care, either.

He would be content to just be with you for however long you'd have him.

A lifetime did sound pretty damn good, tough.

Only when you pulled back did he come back to reality again.

You brought just enough distance between the two of you to be able to look at his face-not that you would even be able to step back completely. Bucky'd hands were fisted tightly in the fabric of your sweater and you were pretty sure that he didn't even notice he was holding onto you so tightly.

When your eyes found his, your heart squeezed uncomfortably in your chest again. You had barely ever seen him this vulnerable; The lines on his face seemed carved more deeply than they usually were, but somehow, it didn't make him look older.

Quite the opposite, actually.

It was such a raw kind of exhaustion, it almost looked boyish on him.

And even though that part of him, the one that didn't hold onto his guard as much as he usually did was something you wanted to hold onto forever, thre was also nothing more that you wanted to do than make that horrible heaviness his eyes held vanish again.

Preferably right in this goddamn second.

"How about you stay here tonight, hm?" You tried to make it sound like a question as much as possible, even though all you really wanted to do was keep him here until he was feeling better again.

You didn't want him to feel preassured or trapped with you- never that. Selfishly, you wanted him to stay anyway.

"Not too sure I'll be able to sleep."

And there it was.

This wasn't unusual for Bucky. Wether it developed because of Hydra or even before the war you didn't know, but he always did this thing were he didn't take people up on their offers because he was too scared of not living up to their expectations.

What he didn'tt seem to understand was that you didn't have any expactations. 

You just wanted him, no matter what that might include, or, in this case, didn't include.

You'd never sleep again if it was to keep him company.

"We don't have to." You slowly raised your hand, giving him more than enough time to pull away if he wanted to, before you gently ran your fingers through his hair, a touch he immediately leaned into.

"We can just listen to music, watch a movie, whatever you want. If you fall asleep, you fall asleep. If you don't, we'll just have a good time anyway. No preassure, alright?"

Bucky was having a hard time registering what yoou were saying with your nails scratching his scalp like that, but he nodded anyway. "Alright."

He had to actively stop himself from lettting out a sound when you removed your hand from his hair, immediately missing the feeling of it but also not willing toshow you just how much you wee getting to him.

When you guided him over to the bed and th two of you sat down together, backs reasting against the headboard, Bucky was mindful of keeping at least a little distance between the two of you.

If it was up to him, you'd be wrapped up in his arms by now, but his ma raised him better than that. He was still a gentleman, after all. The least he could do was be respectful, especially with how kind you were to him.

"So, what do you think. Music or a movie?" Bucky would've been fully content with you just keeping to watch your show whilst he kept you company, but he had a feeling that you woouldn't take that for an answer.

"A movie sounds good, if that's okay." 

You smiled at his response, because you'd fully expected him to hit you with an "I don't care, you decide." or "Whatever works best for you. I'm not picky.", so the actual choice, even if he still phrased it like he was askingg for permission, was defenitely progress.

"Yeah, of course. Anything in particular you wanna watch?"

You were only met with a shrug. "Whatever works best for you. I ain't picky."

Well, that much about progress.

You couldn't help but chuckle at the predictability of the statement, which was just a tad too cute for you to actually be irritated by the cryptic response. "Alright then, my choice it is."

It didn't take you long to find xactly what you were looking for.

It was a black and white movie from the 50s- not old enough for Bucky to know it, but just enough for it to feel familiar.

And again, his predictable reaction was almost too cute for you to handle.

His shoulders relaxed more and more with every minute passing, his chest rising and falling evenly as his eyes were glued on the screen. You were glad that he seemed to enjoy it, that he was comfortable enough in your presence to actually allow himself to be captured by it.

Before you could think better of it, because you barely ever possesed the ability to think around Bucky at all, you slowly wrapped your arm around his shoulders and pulled him closer until his head was resting against your shoulders. He went willingly and you raised your hand agai, going back to running your fingers through the short strands just like you had done a few minutes ago.

A deep eyhale followed almost immediately and you hat to bite your inner cheek to keep yourself from laughing. There was no way that James Buchanan Barnes, ex Winter Soldier and Seargent, was that responsive to something as simple as as touch. "Comfy?"

"With you? Always." Your heart stumbled a little in your chest, feelings flaring up that you refused to acknowledge right now. Instead, you pressed a gentle kiss against his oft hair, the gesture alone saying more than any words ever could.

You were so, so fucked.

"Glad to hear that, Buck."

You didn't know if it was the intimcy of the situation, but somethingg felt different between you and Bucky. It wasn't what you were feeling, exactly. No, this was how you always felt around Bucky. There was nothing new about the feelings thatt went way beyond friendship alone.

Right now, it just felt like you were accepting them instead of pushing them away all the time. There was no careful distance anymore, no akward attempts to keep the line of being friends carefully drawn.

There was no dramatic love confession, either. Just a man who carried way too much weight on his shoulders and you, the one person he trusted enough to help him with it.

Not Sam or Steve. Not even Nat, who might understand better how he was feeling right now.

You.

The realisation caught you off guard not because it was big or life changing, but because you didn't expect it to feel this… natural.

It felt like something finally shifted into place, somewhere it had always belonged.

Like the intimacy and closeness you were experiencing right now were how things had always been supposed to be that way.

About halfway through the movie most of Bucky's weight was resting against you now, his head lying fully on your chest.

His breathing had turned slow and shallow too and you could see his eyelids drop every few seconds,before he forced them open again.

"Go to sleep Bucky. You're tired."

"Don't wanna."

Even though thick with sleep, his voice was still laced with stubborness. It made you chuckle a little, because he was very obviously on the brink of passing out. 

"Any reason for that?"

For a long moment, the only answer you got was a grunt, so you figured he must've actually fallen asleep.

"Don't want this to end."

And there he went, catching you off guard once again.

"Nothing's ending, Buck. I'm not going anywhere."

Now he tilted his head a little, angling it so he could properly meet your eyes. "Still, it'd be different when I wake up."

He wasn't sure what exactly possesed him to actually say this, but he couldn't help himself. Maybe it was proximity between the two of you, because usually, these would be things he'd take to his grave.

"We'd be back to pretending again, sweetheart. And Im not sure if I could handle that. I don't want to pretend anymore. I don't wanna act like I don't feel this way about you, because I do. So much it actually hurts sometimes." Bucky's eyes didn't leave yours for a second and he figured that if he alreadystarted, he might as well go all in now. "I don't want this to end. As a matter of fact, I'd never sleep again if it meant that I'd get to keep you like this forever. And I think the sleep deprevation is really getting to me right now because I would never actually say it like this, but I'm tired. And not only sleepy tired, but tired of pretending like my feelings aren't real. Like this is what friends just do- because it isn't, is it?

Your heart was racing so quickly behind your ripcage now, you could hear it poundng in your ears. There was no way this was actually happening right now and it took you just a moment too long to realise that Bucky had just asked you a question, you quickly shook his head.

He was right. This wasn't what friends did and you couldn't be more relieved that you apparently weren't the only one feeling this.

"And call me crazy, but I feel like this hasn't been friendly for a very long time now."

Bucky's words were slightly slurred because of how tired he was, his accent thicker than what you were used to.

"This ain't up fo me to decide though, darlin'. The only thing I can tell you is that I know what I want and it's sure as hell not being your friend. I wanna be yours, the only question is if you want that, too."

For a five very long seconds, neither of you said anything.

Bucky was just about to pull back, to put some distance between you because he realised that this might've been the entirely wrong situation to confess feelings like that. He was sure that he must've said too much,because that was about the biggest hard launch he could've gone for.

That much about wanting to be gentle.

What Bucky didn't understand was that you weren't not saying anything because you didn't want him like that, but because you were so overwhelmed with your emotions, talking seemed impossible right now.

So instead of giving him the rejection Bucky was already bracing for, you did the best thing you could think of and reached for his face, carefully cradling. His cheek as you leaned down just close enough to push your lips against yours.

It was barely even a kiss, but Bucky still felt like his whole universe rearranged itself and now ircled around that moment alone. Fuck the sun and any other planet that might be important for the solar system to work. Why the hell would he need that if he had you?

"Does that answer your question?"

You still hadn't pulled back and your lips were moving against his with every word you spoke, which was driving him absolutely insane.

He was the one to lean in now, more than ready to give you a proper kiss.

This one wasn't soft or tentive like the first one had been. No, this kiss was desperate and hungry and verything the fog in his brain was allowing him to feel right now. You kissed him back just as fiercely, your fingers curling in his hair causing heat to coil low in his stomach.

Just as he was about to pull you on top of him, very eager to keep going despite nearly falling asleep a few minutes ago, you pulled back again.

This time, he couldn't he couldn't help the embarrasingly desperate sound that escaped his mouth.

He could feel heat creeping up his neck, but you only smiled.

"As much as I want to," You murmured and pressed a soft kiss against his forehead, one he greedily leaned into, fucking on seeming needy now, because he was.

And he was also pretty sure that you'd noticed by now. "You need rest, my love. You're running on fumes."

He was feeling dizzy again, butt he was almost completely sure that it was because of the petname now, not because of the exhaustion.

Damnit, wht the hell were you doing with him?"

"This isn't a dream, right? This is real? I'm not going crazy, am I?"

Again,he might sound pathetic, but he couldn't help himself. He wanted this so badly, he ouldn't even stand the thought of not having you, especially now that he got a taste of it and knew exactly how having you could look like.

"Not a dream," You confirmed, smile widening as you pressed another kiss to his face. "This is very real, I promise."

"You sure?"

"Very sure, Buck." 

He still wanted to pull you down on top of him and kiss you senseless until neither of you could breathe anymore,but you were bing reasonable. He did need sleep,wether he wanted to admit it or not.

He decided to do the next best thing and stillpulled you into his arms, just without the kissing part. Bucky's embraced you tightly, almost like he still didn't believe that any of this was real. 

If he was being honest, he didn't. Maybe he had died from all the goddamn exhaustion and somehow ended up in heaven. Even though he wasn't sure how that would be more realistic than this happening in real life.

Your head was resting on his chest just like his had when yoou were watching the movie, your arm loosely wrapped around his torso.

He let himself enjoy the view just a moment loonger, eyes on your beautiful face as you smiled up at him.

In that moment, Bucky came to the conclusion of exactly three things.

First, you were the most breathtaking sight he had ever laid his eyes on in his whole life.

Second, he would go through every single second of his 109 years of living if it meant that this was where he would end up.

And third, it might actually not hurt to close his eyes for a bit.

For the firstt time since way before the war, Bucky Barnes managed ro sleep through the whole night without nightmares, pain or gunfire interrupting his sleep.

And it was all because of you.

Title: Window Seat

Pairing: Chris Beck x Female Reader

Warnings: Flirting, suggestive banter, outdoor sex jokes Words: 299 words A/N: Entry for June Jukebox Scribbles over @societynsoelsscribbles Prompt: June 3rd - “When I look out my window.”

June was suffocatingly warm, Chris was leaning back in the grass, his bare chest catching the silver glow of the moon, looking incredibly handsome and he knew it. He was leaving for training in a few weeks, and it was becoming too real.  

He turned his head, a devastatingly charming, lopsided smirk playing on his lips. He leaned down, his voice dropping to a low, seductive rumble against your ear.

"When I look out my window and see all those stars," he started, fingers tracing slow, maddening circles on your hip, "I want to think about your eyes... and how they looked when you were your, wrapped around me. Squeezing me.”

You let out a soft snort, though your chest did a stupid little flutter. You poked him squarely in the center of his chest. "I'm not fucking you outside... so you can be all dreamy while in space."

Beck groaned, burying his face in the crook of your neck, his lips brushing against your collarbone in a silent, warm plea. "Come on, that way when you look up at the stars when I'm gone you'll think of this moment too. It'll be romantic."

"Still not going to fuck you outside," you repeated, though your voice lacked any real bite as his hands slid lower, reaching your thighs.

To be fair, the mental image did have appeal. Chris over you under the canopy of the midnight sky, his body driving into yours on a soft blanket in the grass. But it was June.

You absolutely refused to get your ass eaten alive by mosquitoes just so your dorky astronaut boyfriend could have a rope under the stars.

tagged by @maplesyrizzup and @thiamsxbitch and decided to make a hybrid WIP game since I have very little written. my love to both amazing mutuals <3 <3

rules: send me an emoji in an ask, and I’ll write 3-5 sentences from that wip. You can send me more than one emoji in an ask or multiple asks!

The WIP is the beginning plot of my Vigilante AU! Nett and Morey 🧰

Nolan meeting Mason – squishy humans

Mason is gadgets / research and development for Hale Industries

Nolan and Brett barely leave their beds for the two weeks after becoming boyfriends.

There have been a couple more fancy dates and one more little picnic with Thiam.

Nolan was around Brett’s house when his sister Lori and foster mom Satomi FaceTime so he gets to briefly talk to them before he heads out for work. Then that night he ask Brett about his parents and they have to split a tub of ice cream to stop themselves from crying too much.

Overnight, a coordinated attack is made on the Hale Industries computers, but just the vigilante network.

$ log - steve rogers is the neighbourhood sweetheart and one helluva firefighter: steady, unshakeable, easy smiles. then you moved in next door and ruined him entirely. totally by accident, not on purpose at all. $ warn --sfw --gn!reader --firefighter!steve --flustered!steve $ wc -w 1k $ cd masterlist $ echo “will be more of this upcoming” > authors-note.txt

Steve has lived in this neighbourhood long enough that the street essentially claimed him. He just shows up. We’re talking block barbecues, school fundraisers, even Mrs. Okafor's ongoing battle with her garden drainage.

He doesn't really announce it, he just comes along and brings food, rolls his sleeves up if there's work, and stays until it's done. Soon, people noticed and they started expecting it. Then they started planning around him, which would embarrass him terribly if anyone said so out loud, so by unspoken agreement, nobody does.

The elderly women treat him like a shared custody arrangement:

Mrs. Kowalski flags him every other Tuesday for her bins. It’s unnecessary, but she wraps up pierogis while he waits, which he eats on the walk back looking faintly guilty about how good they are.

Lakshmi flags him for lightbulbs.

Eileen flags him for the same lightbulbs but makes better biscuits and she knows it.

He receives all of this with complete sincerity, which is exactly why it keeps happening.

Mabuchi Toru (1920-1994)

Pairing Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count 5.1 k

Note This is porn without plot. Which is weird because I am not that much into writing smut because I can be awkward as hell but some things happened and now here we are. This was gonna be something that was pretended to be at 1k words, a blowjob little thing but then... yes. Expect some Bucky whimpering. On a couch. Lovely. Still, smut might not be my thing but my thing surely is making them so nauseous because they're so in love.