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One Piece

Black Leg Sanji

“Grow Old With Me” Collection | Sanji x fem!reader

Nobody’s Son, Nobody’s Daughter (COMING SOON) | Angst | Fluff

A simple kitchen cut ends in tears and horror, and you begin to realize that your friendship with Sanji might be more than what you think

Look After You | Angst, Fluff, Friends-to-Lovers

Sanji is gravely injured on Drum Island, and after a deathbed kiss leaves you spiraling, you have to decide what your feelings mean before Sanji comes to

Heat Waves (COMING SOON) | Fluff, Smut, Angst

You and Sanji have been together for a few months, and when you finally get the chance to be intimate, you find your feelings for him go deeper than you thought

The Remedy | Angst, Fluff

When Sanji wakes after a terrible nightmare, you spend the evening lulling him back to sleep by remembering the best moments in your relationship

I Have Given You All, and Now I am Nothing | Angst, Fluff, Sickfic

Sanji has always hid his injuries from you, but when this habit puts his life in danger, your relationship is put to the test

Anchor (COMING SOON) | Angst, Fluff, Sickfic

You never get sick. Maybe that's why Sanji pulls out all the stops for your flu and pampers you

If I'm Lucky | Fluff, Smut

Sanji hasn't been himself since returning to the Strawhats, so you decide to indulge him in a soft and sexy date night

Worthy of You | Angst, Fluff, Smut

After the events at Whole Cake Island, you have to bring a distressed Sanji back to you with you love and care

Mind Over Matter | Angst, Fluff

When Sanji accidentally cuts his hand in the kitchen, Zoro's worries about your husband threaten to send you over the edge.

Epiphany | Angst, Fluff

When a rogue pirate crew leaves the Strawhats without food for a few days, Sanji's anxieties finally get the better of him and drive him to do the unthinkable.

Wildest Dreams | Smut, Sex Pollen

Sanji is terribly shy in your most intimate moments, so you decide to indulge in an aphrodisiac from a local shop to shift the mood in bed

Save You a Seat | Fluff

Sanji has been struggling to see himself as a good father since the birth of his son, so you decide to bring Zeff to the Thousand Sunny for father's day

Stand-alone Fics

About Damn Time (COMING SOON) | Sanji x gn!reader, Fluff, Friends-to-Lovers

Sanji has been all over you since you joined the Strawhats, and even though everyone warns you that he's a perpetual perv and tells you to avoid him, you quickly realize that Sanji isn't that bad

Lovely | Fluff, Smut, Angst

After dealing with a mix of self-consciousness and body changes, you turn away from your husband only to find that his love for you is more than just skin deep

Do That Again | Smut

Sanji doesn't handle his first blowjob with much grace

Headcanons

NSFW Alphabet | Smut

Sir Crocodile

Headcanons

NSFW Alphabet | Smut

Fics

I Can Fix Him (No Really, I Can) (COMING SOON) | Crocodile x gn!reader, Angst, Fluff

You're over the moon to be reunited with your old flame after he gets out of Impel Down, but you quickly find that something has given him a soft side since your last meeting, and you're determined to protect it

Trafalger D. Water Law

The Great Divide (COMING SOON) | Law x fem!reader, Fluff, Angst, Smut

You joined up with the Strawhats upon their return to Sabaody, but when they decide to form an alliance with Trafalger Law -the former love of your life- you struggle to keep the past in the past

Someone You Loved (COMING SOON) | Law x fem!reader, Fluff, Angst, Smut, "The Great Divide" prequel

You were living peacefully in your village until a pirate crew washed up, desperate for someone to help their ailing captain. You spend months getting to know the Heart Pirates and nursing Law back to health, only to find yourself desperately in love with a man who can't stay

Doctor's Orders (COMING SOON) | Law x fem!reader, Smut, Sex Pollen

The Heart Pirates come across an interesting devil fruit user, and when the effects of it become too much for you to handle, your captain feels obligated to help

Don't Threaten Me With a Good Time (COMING SOON) | Smut

You make a drunken bet with your boyfriend, Law, and when he loses, you decide that he would look best under you. In a maid outfit. Tied to your bed.

NSFW Alphabet (COMING SOON) | Smut

Pain is Cold Water (COMING SOON) | Angst

Your husband isn't one to show his emotions, but when you start noticing strange changes in him after he's shot with a sea prism bullet, your crew is horrified to find that he never cured his amber lead disease. He was just holding it back.

Red-Haired Shanks

All The Pretty Boys (COMING SOON) | Shanks x gn!reader, Fluff, Smut

Your captain, Shanks, is the most confident man you've ever met, so when you find him upset and embarrassed that he couldn't dance with a girl at the bar after losing his arm, you decide to help him learn again

Dracule Mihawk

NSFW Alphabet | Smut

Buggy the Clown

NSFW Alphabet (COMING SOON) | Smut

Red-Haired Shanks x Buggy the Clown

Good Luck, Babe! (COMING SOON) | Smut, Angst

Buggy hates that every time he sees Shanks, they end up in bed together. He's not gay. He can't be. It's just a phase, right? The butterflies and burning pleasure and constant occupation of his thoughts is just a phase, right?

Bad Luck (COMING SOON) | Smut, Fluff, Angst, sequel to "Good luck, Babe!"

It wasn't just a phase. Buggy is madly in love with his childhood best friend, but right when he feels like he can have everything he wants, Shanks' past traumas get in the way.

Roronoa Zoro

NSFW Alphabet | Smut

Good Girl | Smut

After Zoro is a little too rough on you in bed, you get the rare opportunity to see his soft side

Monkey D. Luffy

Touch (COMING SOON) | Fluff, Smut

Luffy's new crew member makes him feel some kind of way. He can't help but want to touch her, hold her, kiss her, see her naked even. But, in true Luffy fashion, he decides to approach the situation with 0 tact.

Memories (COMING SOON) | Angst, Fluff

Dating your captain is the greatest gift you could have asked for, but when the two of you start sleeping in the same bed, you realize that Luffy isn't always as happy as he seems. Nightmares plague him, and there's little you can do to chase away the memories.

NSFW Alphabet | Smut

Nico Robin

Kinktober 2024, Day 1: Lingerie | Smut

Blackleg Sanji

It's almost like a contest to see who the more flustered one in your relationship is

Sanji started giving you a run for your money the instant you met

He’s just so handsome

You can’t take your eyes off of him at Baratie, watching the way he smiles sweetly and practically dances around the room

When he comes up to you and the rest of the crew, you’re done for

He’s been so sweet since the first moment he saw you

"Beautiful"

"Stunning lady"

"Angel"

Every praise that falls off his lips has you spinning

You truly think you’re going to pass out with every kind thing he says to you

When you learn he’s going to join the crew, you nearly drop dead

After that, you’re constantly blushing and giggling when you’re in his presence

You know he flirts with every woman he sees, but something about it feels different when it's with you

Yes, he calls the other girls beautiful

Yes, he calls them goddesses and serves them whatever food or drinks they want

But it isn't like that with you

It's quieter with you, softer

He doesn't yell or say anything overly ridiculous to you

He waits until the others are gone before he praises you, and he smiles like never before when he sees that blush on your cheeks

Maybe he does it this way because he knows you're on the quiet side

Maybe he does it because you make him nervous

You realize that this is the case when Robin finally tells you one day

She doesn't come out one day and just say that he likes you, but you're able to pick up on her subtle hints

That night, Sanji nervously asks you if you want to have a date night

You’re inseparable after that

The relationship moves fast, gets serious, but the two of you never stop acting like you’re newly dating

Seeing you in a sexy dress makes him blush

When he kisses you for longer than a second, it takes your breath away

Sex?

Forget it

Sanji is a beet red mess the entire time

He can't help himself, moaning and whining while he tells you how much he loves you

You don't even have words for him

It's too overwhelming, what he's doing to your body while the sweetest praise roll of his lips

Even after years of being together, the two of you still have moments where you act like it's your first date

You can't deny that you love it

At first, it was definitely a little tough to overcome your shyness with Sanji, but now it's a nice part of your relationship

It keeps things soft, comforting

The best part of your day is that sweet dusting of pink on Sanji's lips after you give him a good kiss

Roronoa Zoro

Zoro absolutely loves the fact that you're a blushing and sweet mess

Well...

Not at first

When you join the crew, your eyes immediately lock in on the beautiful swordsman

There are just so many things about him that you adore

He's handsome, he's strong, he protects you and the crew

He's unlike anyone you've ever met before

But, of course, you don't have the bravery to really get to know him in the way that you want

Sure, you can talk to him as a friend

You can train with him, too, and have meals with him

But, the instant you're alone with him and try to talk about anything even slightly deep, you clam up

It definitely irritates him

He always huffs when you get nervous, turning his face away from you so you can't see it

It always makes you want to curl up and die

You want to get close to him, but you just can't

All of that changes one day when the two of you are training

You're decently talented with your blade, but nothing like Zoro

He's known for going extremely easy on you to help you learn and avoid getting injured

Nothing is different that day about him, but you can admit that you're feeling a little under the weather

You're off your game, and halfway through, you slip and let Zoro accidentally cut deep into your shoulder

You go down like a brick

He's lifting you into his arms in seconds

"Fuck. Holy shit, I cut you"

You just wave him off and tell him how okay it is, but he doesn't care

He stays by your side the entire time Chopper is stitching you up

He doesn't say much, but he does keep a protective hand on your knee

It happens that night when everything is quiet and it's just the two of you in the galley

He admits his feelings slowly, quietly, and you barely have words for him

He takes it upon himself to kiss you and it's then that you realize that he wasn't turning his face away from you because he was annoyed

He was hiding his own embarrassment

After that, it gets easier and easier for you to express your feelings to him

It progresses a little slow, but you don't mind

He needs a little time to warm up to a relationship as well

One place the two of you connect with one another best is in bed

You obviously can't help but blush and hide your face when he's fucking you, but he has a way of coming out of his shell

"Come on baby. Show me that face. Don't hide from me"

It's definitely one of your favorite pass times

Your relationship is definitely out of the ordinary, but neither of your minds

It works

He brings out the best in you

Monkey D. Luffy

It does not matter at all that you are shy when it comes to Luffy

He actually takes pretty well to your timid nature when the two of you first meet

It's obvious to everyone how loud and rambunctious Luffy can be

He's not planning on toning it down for anyone

Not even you, even after he realizes how he feels about you

And yes, it is your captain that catches feelings first

He doesn't really understand what the feelings are at first, but he knows that he wants to be around you at all times

The world is a little bit quieter around you, a little softer

He doesn't have to shout and yell to get noticed

It allows him to slow down just a bit and actually talk about things other than being a pirate or a captain

He tells you about the bugs he likes, his favorite meals from home

After Marineford, you're the only person he'll talk to about Ace

Sure, it makes you a little bit sad, but it's an honor

You've become a safe place for him

That might be why you ended up having feelings for him

Sure, he can be a lot sometimes, but actually brings you out of your shell around others

It's almost impossible to be afraid around Luffy

He just radiates joy and confidence that it washes off onto everyone else around him

You're not immune to these charms

You swear to yourself that you're not going to say anything about your feelings, can't deal with being involved with your captain

This doesn't fly with Luffy

It happens one night after the crew sails away from Wano

Everyone is sitting around listening to Brook sing, but Luffy isn't paying attention to the musician

He's looking at you

While the rest of the crew is dancing and chatting, you're curled up by yourself, mug of something warm in your hands while you enjoy the revelry

Luffy feels like you're a magnet

He dashes over to you and plops himself down nearly in your lap

He's kissing you before you can even ask what he's doing

You're horrified, but you can't help but sink into the kiss

Sure, everyone is watching, but it's Luffy

Everything with him just feels right after that

PDA doesn't bother him in the slightest

You struggle with it at first, but you work on enjoying it since being with Luffy is your most favorite thing

He's incredibly clingy as well

He barely ever gives you a chance to lose your confidence or feel unloved

In bed, he's the same way

If you're feeling nervous about your body or your skills, all you have to do is tune into Luffy

He's always smiling, kissing you, enjoying himself

He never lets you feel anything less than perfect

Bucky hasn’t stopped aimlessly staring since the two of you arrived at your new home, but you don’t push him. Something about the look on his face has your heart fluttering in your chest.

Though it isn’t much, Bucky looks likes he’s moved into a mansion rather than 850 square feet. His blue eyes are filled with something you’ve never seen before, something bright and almost childlike. It’s as if he’s in aw of the little ranch

Moving into this house has been a long time coming. The two of you searched for nearly a year for the perfect home, and every single day you had to wait to close after buying this one was torture. It was as if the world was making you wait, forcing the two of you to learn patience in your life together.

Your patience was more than worth it. You wanted something together, something physical, real.

Now, as you arrange photos on a shelf in the living room you own, you know that what you have is real.

“Buck,” you begin, holding up two photos when he looks up at you. “Which one for this shelf? The other one can go up in the bedroom.”

His eyes linger for a moment, no words leaving his lips. The look on his face is so soft that you could cry.

Finally, he points to the photo in your right hand, a small picture of Bucky, Steve, Sam, and yourself in Wakanda just hours after the Blip was undone. You’re sound asleep in Bucky’s lap, and he sits beside his friends with a whiskey in his hand and a smile on his face.

It’s the only photo that exists of both Steve and yourself. Shuri took it with one too many cocktails in her belly and a shaky hand, but Bucky has never seemed to care about the poor quality.

He loves it all the same.

“This one it is,” you claim, placing the photo on the shelf and taking a second to admire it.

Bucky steps up behind you then, wrapping his arms around your waist and laying his head on your shoulder. It’s a soft gesture, intimate and simple, but you drink up the affection. Bucky’s been clingy since the purchase of your home together, and you can’t say that you don’t love it.

“You tired?” he wonders, nuzzling his nose into your neck. “You’ve been at this all day.”

You take a second to gaze around the living room. You were able to get most things unpacked, your determination outweighing the fact that you’re absolutely exhausted.

Sure, your arms feel like jelly and your feet might fall off, but you’d do it a million times over just to be standing in this very spot.

You and Bucky are finally home.

“Yeah,” you say at last, turning around in his arms so you can face him. “I think I need to call it a night.”

Bucky gives you a sweet, tired smile. “Why don’t we hop in the shower and then get to bed?”

You cock an eyebrow. “James Barnes, are you telling me I smell?”

The blush that overtakes his face is so darling that you swear your heart is going to collapse from the sight.

“Not at all what I said,” he stammers. “Just want you to get a good night of sleep.”

You lean up on your toes to softly kiss his lips, reveling in the taste of him for a moment before pulling away. “Not just a ploy to see me naked?”

That damn blush is back on his face.

“That too, of course.”

There’s just something about teasing Bucky that you can’t get enough of. Sure, the rest of the world gets the grumpy, quiet version of him, but you get the real him. You get the teasing, the laughs, the sarcasm. He blushes whenever you compliment him, and he clings like a kitten in his sleep.

So many people -friends, family, total strangers- have falsely informed you that you should be terrified of him, but you drown out all the noise.

The only thing about Bucky that scares you is the thought of losing him.

You reach up to give his ear a gentle tug, relishing in the small laugh the act pulls from his lips.

“I’ll get the bathroom ready if you dig towels out of one of these boxes,” you propose, finally separating from him.

He nods, instantly turning so he can root though the boxes yet to be unpacked.

Always eager to serve. Sure, it’s okay with you that his love language is acts of service, but the speed at which he responds to requests always gives you pause.

A strange feeling curdles in your stomach.

You decide not to give it anymore thought tonight.

Figuring out your new shower takes you less time than expected, so you take your time to strip down and then begin arranging some of your bathroom products into the cabinet.

It’s not a large house by any means, but you’ve been finding yourself stunned by the newfound space all day long. You and Bucky used to be cooped up in a studio apartment in Brooklyn. The day consisted of running into one another in the kitchen, squeezing together to brush your teeth, and sleeping in the smallest bed on God’s green earth as it was the only one that fit in your room.

Now, you turn to see your brand new king bed in your bedroom -the bedroom with the bathroom attached to it.

You know it isn’t much, but oh God, it’s more than enough.

“Doll?”

You nearly jump out of your skin when Bucky rounds the corner, two plush towels in his arms. He’s already got his shirt off, and doesn’t take his eyes off your naked form as he hangs the towels on the hooks beside the shower.

“You alright?” he wonders, a bit of a smirk on his face. “Not used to having corners for me to come around?”

You roll your eyes, wrapping your arms around him the second he’s within reach. He’s warm, solid against you as you opt to lay your head on his bare chest. It doesn’t bother you that he’s sweaty from moving or that his hands are dry from weeks of fixing up your new home. It’s Bucky, and as long as it’s Bucky, you adore it.

He doesn’t question your sudden affection. He just wraps his arms around you -one warm and soothing, one cold and grounding. It’s a sensation that will never get old to you.

“Why don’t we get you showered?” he whispers against the crown of your head. “You deserve a good night of sleep after all the work you did today.”

It’s pretty obvious by your swollen feet and deep-set bags that you’re absolutely exhausted. The thought of curling up in your new bed in your new house next to your boyfriend sounds better than a million bucks.

“Deal,” you breathe, propping your chin up on his chest so you can look up at him. “But you’ve got way too many clothes on for that.”

It’s finally his turn to roll his eyes at you, the smile on his face so bright that could swear you’re dating a model. “Yeah, who’s trying to get who naked now?”

You place a small peck on the hollow of his throat. “You. Naked. Now.”

This earns you a genuine belly laugh from the man before you. It’s rare that you get such reactions out of Bucky, especially after days as long as this one. Even though you’re lucky enough to see his fun side, his sweet side, he’s still a particularly quiet man. Getting to hear loud joy emanating from his lips is like a sound from the heavens.

Your boyfriend obeys your desires, stripping the rest of his clothes off as you test the temperature of the shower water.

It’s no secret to anyone with eyes that Bucky Barnes is gorgeous, but even when he’s naked before you, even when you two step under the shower water together, it doesn’t once occur to you to turn the gesture into something sexual. It’s been a long day, and there’s nothing that comforts you more than the feeling of Bucky against you. Everyone that knows the two of you knows you can be a little protective when it comes to Bucky.

Of course he’s a super soldier that can take care of himself more than most, but you’re more focused on protecting his mind, his heart, even.

Bucky has given you the gift of getting to know his soft side. You love it, and the last thing you’d ever do is let someone hurt him like he’s been hurt. Bucky never has to fear that you’ll abandon or betray him. You’ll be damned if anyone else dares to.

“You okay?”

The question leaves his lips in a voice barely loud enough to be heard over the shower water.

“Yeah. Just exhausted. Today was overwhelming.”

Softly, Bucky places a kiss on the crown of your head.

“Let me take care of you, then. You did a hell of a lot more to make today go smoothly than I did.”

You giggle a bit, nuzzling your face closer to his dripping chest. “You carried like, every single box.”

“And you coordinated the movers, packed everything up, made the schedule, organized our stuff, and put that stupid shelf in the living room together by yourself.”

You laugh softly at the memory of Bucky at war with IKEA earlier. He may be able to disassemble and reassemble a gun in seconds, but hand the man some DIY furniture and an instruction manual, and he’s lost.

“We both worked hard,” you settle on.

It feels like a death when Bucky pulls away to grab your shampoo off the shelf, but he’s quick to put some into his palms and begins to softly massage it into your hair.

“Let me take care of you anyway,” he tells you, gently and with such care it makes tears threaten to come. “It’ll help both of us relax.”

You want to put up some sort of fight, try to convince Bucky to get pampered for once, but the words die on your lips. His hands in your hair feels too good. There’s something unique about the mix of soft flesh and unmovable metal that makes you want to melt.

If your beloved wants to care for you, who are you to stand in his way?

When he’s finished lathering your hair, he rinses it out, making sure to stroke your head and hair with every pass of the showerhead. He’s too good to you, too pure. It’s moments like these that make you wonder if you’re living in some sort of dream.

A man like him cannot simply exist.

“We need to fence the yard,” you remind him softly as he reaches behind you to grab your soap. “It’s expensive, I think.”

You shiver a bit when the soap touches your back, but it may be from the deep rattle of his voice when he speaks. “Why are you thinking about the yard, Doll? It’s gonna start snowing in the next few weeks.”

You shrug. “Just thinking. I know you said you were thinking about getting a dog or a cat.”

“And why would a cat need a fenced-in yard?”

Something about the question makes you laugh

“It’s the 21st century, Buck,” you remind him. “People take their cats out on leashes nowadays for, ya know, stimulation and all that.”

Flabbergasted, Bucky actually tilts your chin up so you can see his deeply concerned expression. “Cats? On leashes?”

You nod.

He releases your chin, but you can almost feel his concerned gaze still settled on the back of your head.

“I know there are other things you want to get done, my love,” he tells you as he moves the soap to your stomach. “What about getting the fireplace fixed up for the Christmas?”

“And Hanukkah,” you remind him. “Starts on Christmas Eve this year. We should house warm.”

He grunts. “And invite who? Your friends and Sam so he can serve me with a lawsuit while he’s here?”

You know Bucky is trying to crack a little joke, but something about it makes your heart ache. It’s been months since he’s even bothered to call Sam. Sure, the captain may have dropped his lawsuit and left the whole issue alone after Bucky was impeached, but it still rubs him the wrong way. You know he wants to reach out. Sam is his family, and the distance is killing him.

“Why don’t you call?” you suggest. “Jamie, it’s been months. I’m sure he’s cooled down by now.”

Bucky doesn’t respond, but instead just nuzzles his nose into you and places a kiss on the skin of your shoulder.

There it is, the signal to not push the envelope.

Bucky finishes washing your hair out and then switches to his own, quickly cleaning his own body as he continues to gaze at you. There’s so much love in his eyes, yes, but there’s so much more. Protection, devotion. He’s the most darling and sweet man you know, but there’s no doubt in your mind that he’d kill for you at the drop of a hat. Should it scare you? Maybe, but you find it comforting. You’re never safer than you are with Bucky.

He finishes his own shower just in time for the water to begin to run cold. As if it personally offended him, he reaches for knob and turns the flow of water off. Not five seconds later, you’re enveloped in your favorite towel.

“Sorry it got cold, Doll. I tried to rush.”

You lean up to peck Bucky on the cheek. “You kept me warm.”

If the heat of the shower water hadn’t warmed his cheeks to the point of blush, you know he’d be rosy from your affections.

“Let’s go to bed,” he prompts softly. “I gotta get my love off her feet.”

You don’t have it in you to argue with him. He scoops you up in his arms like you weigh nothing, carrying you to bed and tucking you in like you’re the most precious thing in the world, taking only a second to get you a pair of panties and one of his shirts.

You just know that if any of his teammates saw him this sweet, this vulnerable, they’d never let him hear the end of it.

He pulls on his own boxers and stretches, all of his joints cracking as he bends and twists his back.

“Sounding old there, Sargeant,” you tease. “Need a massage?”

You get a roll of Bucky’s eyes in response. “Might take you up on that tomorrow, Doll.”

He slides in beside you, wrapping his left arm around you and pulling you tight against his chest. You’re so exhausted, eyelids so heavy that it takes you a moment to realize that something is off.

“Buck?”

“Hm?”

“You forgot your arm.”

Bucky’s vibranium fingers flex against your belly, cold palm then laying flat and rubbing in small circles.

“I, uh - do you mind if I sleep with it on tonight?”

Something in your chest pulls tight when he speaks. You’ve never dared to direct Bucky on when he should and shouldn’t use his prosthetic. It’s not anywhere near your business, but you can’t deny that it made you happy when he started sleeping without it. He felt safe with you, safe enough to allow himself to be totally comfortable.

“New house jitters?” you wonder, snuggling closer to him.

He nods.

You reach for Bucky’s vibranium hand, guiding it until you can place kisses on his fingertips and knuckles.

“You do whatever makes you feel comfortable, my love,” you assure him, voice soft and steady. “I love you, Bucky.”

He plants a gentle, albeit shaky, kiss on the back of your neck.

~

You don’t really know what wakes you up. There’s no clatter or thunder outside. Bucky isn’t beside you to snore or wake from a night-

Your eyes shoot open the instant you realize it. Only cold sheets remain where Bucky once lay, mussed and tossed to the side as if he got up in a hurry. His phone is abandoned on his nightstand. His drawer is open, rooted through like he’d been frantically searching.

Your heart is in your throat. It’s unlike Bucky to leave the room at night, even after a nightmare. He becomes even clingier when night falls. He wouldn’t leave you alone in your room unless he had to.

The thought makes you stomach run cold.

“Buck?”

The sound of your voice echoes down the empty hall like it’s a cave. There are no lights on, and Bucky doesn’t respond to your call.

“Babe?” you try again, a bit louder now. “James?”

You slowly make your way out to the living room, and when you round the corner, your heart nearly stops.

Bucky is standing at the window, still in his boxers with his hair a mess atop his head. His hands are on his hips. Metal hand fidgets with the hem of his boxers, his body swaying back and forth from foot to foot.

“Buck?”

He doesn’t turn to face you, but finally, he speaks. “I hope I didn’t wake you, Doll.”

“You didn’t,” you assure him softly. “Did you have a nightmare, my love?”

He shakes his head. When you reach him, you wrap your arms around his waist and snuggle into his side.

“What’s wrong?” you ask. “You usually wake me up if you get spooked.”

His arm snakes around you, pulling you close so that he can place a kiss into your hairline. “I didn’t get spooked, angel. I just woke up to go to the bathroom and wandered out here.”

“How come?”

He shrugs, finally turning to look at you with a soft smile on his face.

“Just thinking,” he breathes. “I…I’m so used to, I don’t know. It’s stupid.”

You kiss his shoulder. “No, love. It’s not stupid. You can tell me.”

He pulls you even closer, vibranium hand coming up to tangle with yours. “It’s all so….new.”

“Jamie, this house was built in 1962.”

He snorts a bit, squeezing your hand softly. “And I was built in 1917. You callin’ me old?”

The two of you share a laugh, a few kisses being exchanged before you settle for laying your head on Bucky’s chest.

“No,” he sighs, wrapping you tightly in his arms. “It’s new to me. I loved our apartment for what it was, but…I don’t know. Everywhere I looked, I saw…”

Bucky doesn’t finish his sentence, just trails off as he squeezes you.

He doesn’t need to finish his sentence. You know what he’s referring to.

Everywhere he looked, he saw the Winter Soldier.

You met Bucky driving home one night from work. One minute, you were listening to the radio, fighting the exhaustion in your bones. The next, you’d hit the hottest guy in the world with your car.

The only thing he said was to not take him to the hospital. You don’t know what came over you that night, but you took the wet-rat of a man home to your apartment and nursed his wounds.

From that moment forward, Bucky was always something to you.

He didn’t know his name. He never asked for anything. He didn’t sleep, barely ate, and when he was well, he vanished into the night.

But, he always came back, back to that grubby apartment with the shitty kitchen and only enough room for a double bed.

And one night, when it was pouring rain and freezing cold, he returned to you. Arm broken at the elbow, hypothermia seeming to set in, sobbing and confused, he came back.

He never left after that.

“I don’t think of it that way,” you tell him softly. “I watched you get better there.”

“I slept in your closet for over a year.”

“And never once did you ask me to move any of my clothes or shoes.”

He leans back in, kissing the back of your head. “I tortured you in that apartment. I threw food at you. I went on a water strike for a week and you had to take sips of everything you gave me so I knew it wasn’t poisoned.”

You had almost forgotten that he threw food at you.

“Okay, the food throwing was because I scared you, and the water strike was reasonable. I never should have let you watch the news about how there was a boil water order a county over.”

Another laugh slips from between his lips. It’s the most beautiful sound you’ve ever heard.

“That’s not the point,” he says through his giggles. “I just…there was so much pain there. Here is just…clean. The Winter Soldier has never been here. He never will be.”

You lean up to place a kiss on his collarbone right where his prosthesis fits to his chest. The skin is tight and warm. The feeling of it has become familiar to you over the years, almost comforting.

“You know I don’t think less of you for anything you did when you were hurting, right?”

He doesn’t reply. Instead, he settles for squeezing you tighter to his chest.

You don’t speak for a while. It doesn’t matter to you that it’s late and you both definitely need sleep. There’s just something about the way Bucky is staring wistfully out at your quiet suburban neighborhood that soothes you. As much as you don’t want to look back poorly on any of your time with Bucky, you can’t help but realize he’s right.

You loved living in your apartment with Bucky, but everywhere had been touched by the Winter Soldier.

Here is new. Here is for you and James Buchanan Barnes - no unwanted guests.

“Buck?” you whisper, stroking your hand over his bare belly as if to rouse him from his thoughts. “Come on, babe. We had a long day. We definitely need some sleep.”

Finally, Bucky leans down and kisses the top of your head. “I’m sorry, Doll. Come on.”

You know you don’t need to hold Bucky’s hand the entire way back to the bedroom, but you do. He feels so safe, so much like home.

Sure, your new house is perfect to you, cozy and beautiful in all right ways, but it would be nothing without Bucky. You’d sooner live in your car with Bucky by your side than in a mansion without him.

Bucky immediately crawls back into bed when you reach your room, opening up his arms to invite you in. Who are you to tell him no? You do exactly as asked, flopping down on his broad chest and snuggling so close that you can hear his heartbeat.

“Thank you,” he breathes against your hair, hand slowly stroking up and down your back. “Sorry I woke you.”

You lean up on your elbows then so you can look down at him. “Don’t apologize. Buying a house is a big life thing. I’m not surprised that you’re a little restless.”

Of all the things he could do, he smiles. “I wouldn’t be able to do this if you weren’t doing it with me.”

The urge to kiss him is overwhelming. It’s like a magnetic force that pulls you in to place your lips softly on his.

The thing with Bucky Barnes is that he can never just kiss you and call it a day. He’d been deprived of such intimate affection for so long that when he gets a single taste of it, he can’t help but keep craving it. It’s his addiction, being able to touch you in a way that no one else does.

That’s why he always takes advantage of it.

He reaches up, pulling your thighs apart so you’re straddling his waist. Half hard in his boxers and gripping you so tightly that you know he’s going to leave bruises, it’s clear that he doesn’t want it. He needs it. He can flip on without warning and in an instant, but you can’t be angry. It’s flattering how much he wants you.

“James,” you breathe, grinding your hips down. “It’s three in the morning. Aren’t you tired?”

He shakes his head. “Fuck, I need it, babe. I need you.”

It never ceases to amaze you, the things that turn him on.

You sit up then, reaching your arms out to coax him up with you.

“Slow,” you request as he sits against the headboard and pulls you into his chest. “Feeling romantic.”

This gets a small laugh out of Bucky. “Buying a house got you feeling like husband and wife?”

The comment makes your heart jump into your throat. As much as you wouldn’t say it, not wanting to push Bucky, you haven’t stopped thinking about the future since the moment your offer on the house was accepted. Every time he makes love to you, all you can think about is what could be, a wedding ring and a round belly in your perfect little home.

It makes your heart skip, and Bucky notices.

“You are, aren’t you?” he whispers against the side of your neck. “Is that something you’d want, to be my wife?”

You nod. “Touch me, Bucky.”

He laughs, the feeling of his breath warm and familiar on your ear. “You like that, huh? Wanna have nothing but your wedding ring on while I touch you like this?”

The only response you give him is latching your lips to his neck, sucking gently under his ear right where he likes it. He keens, bending just slightly into you so that his now full erection is pressing against your clit.

“No one’ll ever get to have you like this again,” he mumbles, almost to himself as he shimmies himself out of his boxers. “Only your husband’ll get to see you this way. I’ll keep you happy.”

You don’t stop kissing a trail across his collarbone, laving the skin in small bites and subtle hickies as he babbles away below you. His cock is hot against your thigh, leaking from just the small bit of kissing he’s gotten.

Insatiable. It’s one of the few words that comes to mind when you get Bucky in bed.

He doesn’t waste time lifting you to remove your panties. His fingers just prod past the fabric, swiping softly through your heat before sinking into you.

“Bucky,” you breathe, tucking your face into the warm crook of his neck. “More. I can take it.”

He softly hushes you into your hair. “I know, Doll. My good girl. I don’t wanna hurt you.”

His words make your heart feel like it’s going to melt. Here he is, hot and hard and desperate, but he wouldn’t dare risk putting you in an iota of discomfort. Even hearing that you can take him, he can’t take any chances. Not on you. Never on you.

He eases another finger into you then, curling them expertly as he lays his palm against your clit. It’s electrifying almost instantly. When the two of you first ended up together, Bucky was clumsy in bed, unfamiliar. He was more than happy to take his time to learn your body, and fuck, has it paid off.

“So tight,” he hums, laying his lips beside your ear. “Gonna feel so amazing, baby. Fuck, I can’t wait to be inside you.”

“Then don’t wait,” you whine as you pathetically grind your hips down to chase his touch. “Bucky, please. I can take it. I’m ready for you.”

Another kiss, soft and sweet. “Still too tight. Just cum for me, Doll. Just one and then I’ll fuck you.”

The moan you let out is pitiful. You’re not ashamed to be grinding on his palm, pushing his fingers deep. It’s as if every part of him was made to pleasure you, keep you wet and moaning for him.

It would be a lie to say you don’t love it.

You bury your face in his neck as you keep grinding on him, nibbling on his skin and letting his metal hand stroke down your spine. It’s all so much, so many sensations assaulting you at once. His fingers stretch you, slow and deep. His moans are addicting. The cold touch of his left hand almost makes you wish it was that hand buried in your cunt.

“M’close,” you whine, lips moving against the skin of his neck. “Please. Please make me cum. Want you inside.”

Bucky hushes your moans and cries by pulling your lips to his. He doesn’t kiss you, but he whispers his sweet praise against the sensitive skin.

“Cum for me, Doll,” he praises. “You’re doing so good. Just let go and I’ll give you anything you want.”

You’ve never been one to deny your love anything he wants.

Your entire body goes stiff against him when you finally finish against his palm. Waves of pleasure wash over you, almost drown you as your hips beg to keep chasing the high. It’s oddly so intimate, so loving, the way he holds you while you cry against him.

“So good,” he soothes. “Good girl. Just relax for me.”

Your body doesn’t seem to want to come down from your high. You slump against Bucky’s chest, unable to hold yourself up, but still buzzing from your orgasm longer than you think you ever have before.

Bucky seems to notice in an instant and wraps both arms around you to hold you close.

“You’re okay, Doll,” he breathes into your hair. “Breathe for me. You did so good.”

Despite every bone in your body feeling like water, you tilt your face up to him and give the slightest pout.

“I can take more,” you promise him. “Please, Bucky.”

Your boyfriend can’t help but smile at your eagerness, how sweet it looks on your face. “I know, baby. Can you get on your belly for me?”

Exhaustion be damned, you’d do a backflip if this man asked you to right now.

You peel your sore legs from around his hips, obeying as you spread yourself out for him on your front. You can’t deny that the soft caress of your pillows and blankets has your eyelids feeling heavy, but you fight the feeling. You’d give anything just to feel Bucky as close to you as possible.

“Good girl,” he tells you sweetly. “Just relax. I’ll do all the work.”

You don’t open your eyes, but you feel him climb atop you and wrap his left arm around your belly. The cold makes you jump, but you don’t have to worry for long.

“Easy, baby. Tell me what you want,” he soothes as he lifts your hips ever so slightly off the bed.

“You,” you whine into the sheets. “Inside, Bucky. Fuck, please.”

Like the gentleman he is, Bucky doesn’t keep you waiting a second longer. He enters you in one gentle, perfect thrust, his hips staying still for a moment once they’re flush with yours. It’s like he’s savoring the feeling, remembering the sensation of being buried inside your warmth.

You, however, aren’t used to having such patience.

“I’m ready, Bucky,” you whine, pressing your behind back against him. “Please. Please.”

He leans over you then, pressing his chest tight to your back as he wraps both arms around you, enveloping you completely in him. It almost -almost- distracts you from the long, deep thrust he gifts you with.

You want to say something, his name, a praise, anything, but nothing comes except for a pitiful moan.

“That’s it, baby,” he moans, arms so tight around you that you swear he’s trying to sink into your skin. “So beautiful. I’ve got you.”

You’re always shocked that he’s able to remain so composed when the two of you make love. His main concern is always you - your comfort, your pleasure.

He keeps his pace slow, languid, every thrust seeming deeper than the last. His cock drags against every sweet and sensitive spot inside you like he’s mapped each one.

“James,” you whine, pushing back against him as if you could somehow get him further inside of you. “I love you. I love you so much.”

Bucky nuzzles against your cheek, tilting your face just enough to place a gentle kiss on your lips. “I love you more than anything.”

With the sweet nothing still staining his lips, he pulls his cock out to the tip and finally, finally gives you the rough thrust you need.

“Fuck!”

You don’t always swear when you’re in bed with Bucky, but the sensation his cock draws from your belly is worth the curse. He’s buried in you, every thrust getting faster and harder as his hips lose that composure he showed just moments ago.

His mouth seems to follow the same pattern.

“You’re gonna be such a good wife,” he moans, mouth pressed directly to your ear. “Gonna keep you so happy, Doll.”

You desperately want to arch into him, push back, something, but your body won’t let you. It’s as if it can’t disobey Bucky telling you to relax and take it. You feel like the only thing left in the world is Bucky’s body, and you’ll vanish if he dares to stop.

When you don’t respond to hit words, they drop with even more filth as the pace of his hips picks up.

“Gonna be a perfect husband for you. Fuck, doll, gonna keep you nice and full with my babies. Gonna take care of you.”

The reaction your body has to his words is borderline violent.

“Yes,” you cry out, finally finding your voice in the haze of your pleasure. “Please, Bucky. Want that.”

A quiet chuckle finds its way to his lips. “You like that, doll? Do you want me to take care of you and all the babies you give me?”

You nod so wildly that it hurts your neck. “I’ll be a good wife. I can’t wait to take care of you, Bucky.”

His hips pick up just a bit, slamming harder into you with every thrust.

He’s losing it, lose grips on his control.

“Yeah, doll,” he moans, mouth buried against the side of your neck. “God, you feel so good. Nothing better than this. So fucking tight.”

You can feel your body squeezing him, begging for more as he thrusts deeper every time he enters you. It’s a drug. It’s everything. You have no idea how you lived so many years without him.

“Buck, I’m gonna cum,” you cry suddenly, the words seeming to force themselves from your throat without permission. “Please. Please.”

He’s too sweet, too much. He just sneaks his lips to the crook of your neck before smiling against your skin.

“Cum for me, baby girl,” he groans, voice low and soft. “Wanna make you feel good.”

You so desperately want to tell him he is, that everything he does to you makes you feel amazing, but you can’t. Your orgasm hits you like a wave, so powerful that it threatens to drag you under.

You think you scream his name, think he tries to soothe you with soft thrusts and sweet nothings, but you can’t be sure. The only thing you know is real is pleasure. If you could die like this, the last memory of life being the way he makes you feel, you’d die happy.

“I know, my girl,” he breathes, his thrusts still deep and punishing, but slower now. “So good for me, baby. Just a little more, I promise.”

He could’ve told you all the secrets to the universe and you wouldn’t care. He’s the only thing that exists, the only reason you haven’t floated away into nothing.

After what you assume is a few minutes more, Bucky presses his lips to your cheeks and presses his hips flush against yours. You can feel his desperation for you when he finally cums. He grips you, vibranium holding you tight against his chest as he babbles into your ear.

“So fucking amazing, Doll. Take it all, baby. Such a good fucking girl, fuck!”

You’re used to how ample Bucky is when he finishes, but you’ll never good over how sinful it is to feel him dripping from you. It almost -almost- makes you want him again.

When his body finally relaxes, he keeps his arms wrapped around you and rolls onto his back. Although his cum is still sticky on your thighs, and there’s sweat beading on your forehead, you relax onto his chest. You don’t think you could even move if you wanted to. You’re fucked out, boneless atop your boyfriend’s wide frame.

After a few minutes of nothing but heavy breaths and your occasional, soft whine, Bucky runs his hand through your hair.

“Doll?” he breathes, pressing his lips to the crown of your head. “You should let me clean you up and change the sheets.”

You moan, nuzzling your face into his chest.

He chuckles a bit; the sound warming your heart. “I know baby girl. You’re not gonna sleep like this, though. I promise I’ll be quick and gentle.”

As much as you just want to be asleep, you know he’s right, so you give him a nod.

He kisses your temple one last time before softly setting you down on the clean side of the bed. “I’m gonna run you a bath. I’ll come back for you in a minute.”

With that, he’s gone, but your tired and aching body doesn’t have it in you to fret.