#identical

pairing: bucky x (ex)blackwidow!reader

summary: You and Bucky reunite after years apart.

tags/warnings: 18+ MDNI, smut (p in v, emotional sex???, porn w/ a backstory okay?), bucky's desperate/yearning (because i said so), mentions of bucky's past, reader & bucky had a past situationship w/ eachother when he was the winter solider (dont ask me about a time line), reader calls him james, ALPINE MENTION!!! (not proofread oops)

wc: ~870

nova's notes: “nova, did it take you this long to write, like, 800 words?” NO. ive been in the TRENCHES for the entirety for march. 😘 but its BETTER NOW. I PROMISE. -> masterlist + BILLIE BARNES & NOVA

When you imagined your reunion with Bucky—or rather the “Winter Soldier” as you knew him—it wasn’t anything like this. Time and torture has made him tender, careful, hesitant.

Sex with him used to be primal. Purely physical. Sure, emotions were let out, but only the kind shown through groans and growls that reverberated in your ear while his hands gripped your hips so tight he left bruises for the next day. Now? It’s the complete opposite.

His hands are soft on your waist, hips slowly grinding against yours as his cock brushes against every crevice inside of you. The wet sounds of him sliding in and out devastatingly slow fill your apartment. 

His mouth is engulfing yours, but rather than trying to devour you like he used to, he savors your flavor with his lips moving languidly across yours. He swallows any noise you make. “F-fuck, I missed you.” 

“Missed you too, B-“ The name ‘Bucky’ feels weird on your lips. It's familiar, but not in the way you two are.  “James.” Not even close with the way he moans when you clench around him. in

His hips grind up; the tip of his cock nudges at your cervix. “Don’t—don’t ever leave me again. Please.” He whispers the plea against your lips. “I hated it without you.” 

It. The torture, the pain, the years of servitude to the people he was once fighting. You made it tolerable, but then…you disappeared. Now, after countless battles and years of healing, he found you. 

His hands hold a little firmer now. Nothing like how he used to, but enough to let you know he wants you right where you are. 

The steadiness of his thrusts begin to falter. They become desperate and frantic as he continues to speak. “You’re not allowed to leave me again.” It comes off as a command, but it's not. He’s begging. The last thing he wants is for you to slip away again.

His lips trail down to your collarbone, leaving hot, wet kisses while his fingers slip down to circle your clit. “I won’t.” You whisper back. “I promise.”

His hands lift your hips slightly up, and his cock begins to drive in at an angle that makes your back bow. The moans he lets out echo across your skin. It's been awhile since you’ve felt like this.

He used to make you feel electric—the ecstasy of it all was overwhelming. Nothing’s changed since then. Even with how gentle he’s being, the pleasure jolts through you with every thrust. 

“—with me? Yeah?” His breathing has become erratic; his chest pushes against your own as he heaves. Your mouth is, once again, engulfed by his lips. 

Soft whines are swallowed by him while you nod frantically. “Anything for you, baby.” His hands come to your thighs to push your legs back into a mating press. The warmth of his body is flush against your own; he angles up as he drives into you, making his tip rub against your cervix sweetly. “James…” You breathe out his name. You’re close, but so is he. 

“I know, c’mon..” His words are heavy. The fact that he’s making you feel just as good as he does sends jolts throughout his body, and you can tell by the way his hands grip tighter with every noise you let out.

Your walls clench around him sporadically, something Bucky recognizes immediately, and from previous mistakes, he’s learned to keep doing exactly what he’s doing. Not to change a thing, lest you lose concentration and have a mindblowing orgasm ruined. You may or may not have smacked him once. Or twice.

You bring your arms to wrap around his neck, pulling him closer. He doesn’t resist and embraces the absence of space between your bodies. His slow, sensual grind stimulates your clit. His movements stutter, his groans become louder, and within seconds pleasure crashes over the both of you. Your legs shake from the overwhelming feeling—after all, no man could ever compare to how he makes you feel. 

His chest rises and falls against yours as he tucks his face into the crook of your neck. “...thank you.” He whispers. “Don’t have to thank me, Jamie.” You tilt your head to nudge at his cheek with your nose; he turns to look at you. “Shower?”

“Only if you don’t boil me alive.”

“I do not!”

Your head lays on his chest. The steady thumping of Bucky’s heartbeat echoes in your ear. “So…you mentioned a cat?” 

He chuckles a little bit, hand caressing your back. “Yeah. Alpine. Love her to death but she’s an agent of destruction though, keeps breaking things.” 

“Well we know who she gets that from…”  

“Excuse me. I do nothing of the sort.” He feigns upset while dramatically scoffing. 

“You ripped the steering wheel out of a car.”

“Oh—well—“

You laugh a little too loud at his stuttering, which earns you a teasing glare. “I hate to break it to you but you’re identical.” 

“Are not.” 

“Are to.” 

“Whatever makes you happy.” 

“It does.”

He gives you a pout, feigning upset, but his eyes tell you the truth because despite it all, the way he looks at you has never changed. Bucky is irrevocably in love with you.

me looking at my prof when she tells us we have another test:

Someone had definitely spiked the jungle juice.

Not that any of the Samis particularly minded.

One moment the frat party had been going strong, if not a little frustrating. Rush week meant freshmen and freshmen meant appeasing a bunch of shitty nineteen year old know it alls. Cocky brats who believed they could be his brother with insecurity reeked casual bro talk, as if he would remember them in a day after they embarrassed themselves with their scrawny bodies chocked full of too much alcohol.

Rush week was never one of good first impressions, so it had been odd when Sami had found the blond little prick in front of him shoot a joke he actually liked. A joke Sami could swear he was just about to make.

He found himself liking the guy, the dim light disguising how the blond guy’s hair retreated into his skull slowly, trimming itself into Sami’s perfect short cut. The guy’s own respectable height raising just slightly as his arms gained 3 years of on and off gym work, Sami’s routine sinking into him.

Sami could blame being slightly tispy for not realizing he was talking to himself until a second copy of his handsome face joined the conversation. He was dressed in slightly too tight shorts and a t-shirt, as opposed to the dress shirt combo Helped that the second guy already seemed just a little appropriately concerned as he brought up to his identical selves the very odd matter at hand.

“Sup fellas, are you guy me” he asked, drunker and somehow more aware.

“Fucking weird” Sami and the once blond guy said in unison, before turning to each other with impressed grins. Twin realization, as they gawked and then inspected each other.

New Sami, well Sami who was now in the Blond prick’s place, stood in all the guy’s clothes. Pajama bottoms, a tank lop and some nice sneaks.

“Fucking sick” Sami who had been blond prick said to himself, now realizing he could feel the blond guy inside him. Deep down and enjoying this mysterious transformation.  It felt good having the guy there, finally having imposed himself on one of the new undergrads, shaped them into the man they should be.

Typically that would take training the little shits to be respectable partners, but this was quicker.

Sami had watched a video long ago about leadership, cloning yourself into your followers. It turns out to be very easy once you identify that the source of it was the jungle juice some of his less intelligent frat brothers had crafted, a gruesome mix to torment themselves and the freshmen with.

Considering two Sami’s wore Markus’s favorite sweatshirt and Kyle’s old Air Jordans, it was safe to say hazing would at least be more intelligent from now on. They demonstrated it too, quickly snaring confused untransformed stragglers into a deal with twin devils, all their roguish grins and bisexual game for the price of a cup of the Sami juice.

Hell the original took them up on their offer, downing a couple cups as an interchangeable crowd of him egged him on. Didn’t do much besides make him feel more him, although that was just partying.

By the end of the hour it was a party of carbon copies, Samis in all manners of clothing. The original generously dealing out his closet and his brother’s closets to the poor Samis who used to be women or dressed in clothing unsuitable for a six foot man. One pulled on Dylan’s vans as another dressed up as Joe in all his farm worker regalia.

They were having a lot of fun with it. Samis taking off and putting on clothes, rummaging through the respective rooms in drunken attempts at restructuring it all for more than a 100 of their duplicated selves. Many Samis pulling off in pairs or more, before coming back exhausted and sweaty. Original Sami himself getting a couple rounds in at seeing himself from the back.

Hell it would’ve been a full-blown orgy had the cops not arrived.

A rogue witch causing mischief they said, not noise complaints. They’d tracked the guy here, they said. They kept saying fun stuff like that until they saw that the triplets answering the door were actually a number of identical brothers much higher than three.

Long story short, they were now crowding the hospital waiting room, waiting on magical assistance. Not that any of them wanted to be there, waiting on help that Sami was pretty sure none of them needed.

The school he was sure could lose a large number of dumbasses for a hundred 4.0 go getters like him. The ambition to do anything would easily filter into whatever personal dream was inside each of the people trapped underneath all that improved Saminess. Professors would get used to his face crowding the halls, and with a hundred high achieving advertisements like him walking around, he was sure the leftover jungle juice would be put to fair use.

Not that they couldn’t make more, considering one Sami, who was now solidly in hiding elsewhere, had all that witch’s knowledge underneath him. They could make the potion and more easily. Make their new fleet of brothers more permanent than any dispelling magic could do.

💋 through my exploration of beauty, identity, and the art of reflection, i have turned the mirror inward—toward myself and those who echo my features in the public eye. guided by curiosity and a quiet reverence for fate, i have gathered the names of celebrities i resemble, whether through shared essence or striking similarity, as observed by others. while surface comparisons may appear coincidental, there lies an undercurrent of astrological nuance. birth charts, after all, weave their own stories—sometimes mirroring others through planetary dominances, shared inclinations, or complementary placements. in this brief analysis, i examine not only these surface parallels but also the deeper connections between us.

to preface, i have an ashlesha ascendant that conjuncts my ashlesha jupiter in the first house, magha moon sitting in the second house, mula sun in the sixth house, conjuncting my uttara ashada mercury. it’s also worth mentioning that my vishakha venus and vishakha mars in the fourth house aspect my ascendant. these aspects i feel, and through third party chart anaylsis, make up the largest part of my appearance.

while i lean more towards tropical astrology, i’ve noticed that when it comes to appearance, vedic astrology tends to be much more accurate and often aligns with synchronicities that make sense to me. i’m by no means a professional in either vedic or tropical astrology—these are simply my personal observations based on my own chart. i’ve found joy in exploring both systems individually and together, appreciating the insights and patterns each one can reveal. this is just something i’ve noticed and thought would be interesting to share. the placements mentioned for these celebrities are based on information available on the internet. while birth times and chart details can vary in accuracy, they provide an interesting foundation for observation and comparison. as with any astrological analysis, these placements are shared with curiosity and a lighthearted approach rather than absolute certainty.

💋 china anne mcclain (magha sun, ashlesha venus, magha rahu)

the first and most frequent mention is china anne mcclain—a comparison i’ve heard so often it feels woven into my reflection. between her and lisa bonet, these names have followed me the most, to the point where even my photos app seems convinced her pictures are mine. the resemblance feels uncanny, and while some of our features differ in size, there’s an undeniable thread of similarity that people often say could make us sisters. astrologically, it doesn’t surprise me; there’s a shared energy in the planetary influences that shape us, particularly those ruled by ketuvian and mercurial influences.

as i look back at older media featuring china anne mcclain, i can’t help but see glimpses of my younger self reflected in her—almost as though looking into a mirror. it’s a surreal experience, like rediscovering parts of myself through her image, and at times, it truly feels like a sight to behold. 

being compared to someone as stunning as china always feels like an honor, especially since we’re both in the acting industry—a shared path that makes the connection feel even more significant. the more i’ve acknowledged the resemblance, the more i’ve found myself looking to her for inspiration, particularly when it comes to style. it’s as though seeing her is like seeing a version of myself in a different light, and i often find pieces she wears that i imagine would suit me just as well. it’s a quiet connection, both familiar and affirming, and i can’t help but admire her even more for it.

💋 lisa bonet (magha jupiter, vishakha venus)

another very frequent mention, rivaling china anne mcclain in frequency, is lisa bonet. i’ve been told for years that i resemble her, to the point of being called more her twin than her own daughter, regardless of my hairstyle, and while i used to attribute it to our similar fair-toned complexions, i’ve come to see more of my features reflected in hers over time. people have described it as a certain nostalgic beauty—an essence that seems to linger in both of us—and i can’t help but feel deeply honored to be compared to her. lisa’s beauty has always felt timeless, and being placed in such company feels almost surreal.

out of everyone i’ve been likened to, she is the one i sometimes see most clearly in myself. while i still find a strong resemblance to chyna anne mcclain, especially in essence, complexion-wise i naturally lean more toward lisa. growing up, i always thought she was the epitome of “cool”—effortless, magnetic, and the very definition of an it girl. it’s no surprise i’ve found myself subtly emulating her style and demeanor, as she represents a kind of quiet confidence i’ve always admired.

surprisingly, lisa and i share only a few similar placements, which has made me reconsider the significance of my other placements. for so long, i’ve placed greater weight on my moon nakshatra, overlooking how powerful my other placements truly are. as an honorable mention, her sun falls in my venus & mars nakshatra and her jupiter is in my moon nakshatra, adding a fascinating mercurial influence to her chart. perhaps it’s these unseen threads—subtle yet undeniable—that make the resemblance feel so natural, a connection that extends beyond what meets the eye.

💋 tessa thompson (magha moon)

another celebrity i’ve been compared to—though very slightly more sparingly and quite recently—is tessa thompson, who is absolutely stunning. i’ve admired her work for years, so hearing this comparison, especially for the first time while getting my hair done one day, felt both unexpected and flattering. when i mentioned it to my mom, she immediately agreed, saying she could definitely see it, despite the differences in our bone structure. admittedly, i hadn’t noticed it much at first, but now, when i look at her, there’s a resemblance i can’t deny.

tessa and i also share a ketuvian moon, which aligns with a pattern i’ve noticed: the people i resemble most often share an ascendant or moon placement with me. there’s something fascinating about that subtle astrological link, as if it explains why these comparisons surface so naturally. what i find even more comforting, though, is that many of the celebrities i’ve been told i look like are actresses. as an aspiring actress myself, there’s a certain reassurance in knowing i’m in such good company—or, at the very least, that i could be someone’s doppelgänger on screen.

honorable mentions :

pinkpanthersss (ashwini venus) now, i’ll be honest—this is one comparison i don’t really see at all, and even my mom doesn’t see it. yet, my older sister and a few people on the internet have pointed it out, so it’s a mention worth including. surprisingly, we don’t share any exact placements, though we do have a few ketuvian-ruled nakshatras in common, which may lend a subtle energetic similarity. while there isn’t much astrological linkage between us beyond that, i’ve still been told on occasion that i resemble her. it’s not as frequent as some of the other comparisons, but it happens enough to have caught my attention. even if i don’t see it myself, it’s fascinating how others perceive similarities that sometimes go beyond what we’re able to recognize.

doja cat (vishakha venus, sun, & ascendant) a comparison i’ve received sparingly but often enough to take note. while we don’t share any exact placements within the same nakshatra, there are subtle connections between our charts. her mars aligns with the nakshatra of my sun, and her sun, ascendant, and venus nakshatras mirror my venus nakshatra, which aspects my ascendant. i’ve been told that, from certain angles, i resemble her—enough that i could pass as a stunt double or doppelgänger of some sort. at first, i thought these comparisons were tied to our lighter complexions, but over time, people have specified that i resemble a younger version of her. though i hadn’t seen it myself initially, hearing it repeatedly has made me pause and reflect. it’s a comparison i now find worth mentioning, as it’s been brought up enough times to leave an impression.

halle berry : (magha moon, ashlesha venus & sun) a name that has followed me through passing comments at work, shared observations from coworkers, and the casual assessments of strangers. admittedly, i don’t see the resemblance myself, yet the repetition of it has made me pause. sometimes, beauty can be more than what is plainly visible; it can exist in essence, in the intangible, in a certain way one carries themselves that draws a familiar reflection.

💋 perhaps there are unseen threads that tether us, subtle overlaps in energy or expression that extend beyond what the mirror shows. halle’s presence has long been synonymous with a kind of poised magnetism—graceful yet undeniably powerful. it is a quality that cannot be distilled into features alone, as though it is whispered into existence by something greater. while i remain uncertain of the likeness, there is a quiet acknowledgment that others have seen it—a connection, however faint, written into the nuances of energy and expression that we carry.

💋 in reflecting on these comparisons, i can’t help but feel honored to be in the company of such beautiful, talented women. it’s fascinating to see how astrology connects us in ways we don’t always expect—through subtle threads, shared energies, and placements that reveal themselves quietly but meaningfully. every part of the chart holds significance, from the aspects we value most to those we might overlook—loose connections, harsh angles, or seemingly minor placements all contribute to shaping who we are. in my one face, there are a million—the faces of others reflected through shared features, the essence of similarities, and the faces of my ancestors carried through me. it’s a reminder of how interconnected we all are, not just through appearance but through the energies we hold and the worlds we observe around us. beauty, after all, is in the eye of the beholder, and i am so grateful to be seen and compared in such great company.

My boyfriend’s cosplay as Perpetua 💜

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