Oh My. Pls Congressman Sergeant James. Pls.

I always love a good “there was only 1 bed story line” it’s especially good when it’s an enemy’s to lovers one. But this one just read so good 10/10

5 Times There Was Only One Bed (and the one time there were two beds) | Bucky x Reader | One Shot - 4.7k

Whether it's on a mission, a work event or a holiday, your sleeping arrangements never seem to work out as planned. It doesn't really bother you until...it does. Confronted with a night sleeping apart, you and Bucky finally talk.

Warnings: 18+ for language, suggestive situations and sexism (but not from our Bucky he would never). Also rated F for fluffy and S for snuggling.

Written for the @bucks-and-noble Valentrope event - "there was only on bed" the reigning champion of tropes!

Divider by @firefly-graphics & @reveriesources

Masterlist | Bucky Barnes Fics

Your first mission with Bucky Barnes went really well, until it didn’t. 

After successfully destroying an underground Hydra base you’d returned to your transport in a less than desirable state. 

“Fuck, four flats.” You huffed, poking the tyre with the toe of your tactical boot. 

“Fuel line’s been cut.” Bucky muttered from the front, “lucky they didn’t torch it.” 

Bucky quietly rubbed a gloved hand over his face, before looking up at the admittedly stunning night sky, he seemed to study it for a moment before making a quarter turn to his left and climbing up a ridge of sandy rock. As if dazed you followed him. You could see for miles thanks to the glow of a full moon, the stars dense and glittering above you both. It was almost romantic, if you didn’t have blood on your cheek and an empty gun on your hip. 

Bucky still looked like he could sweep you off your feet though, with his structured tactical vest making his broad shoulders look even wider, his wind swept hair giving him the look of a romantic hero on the front of a paperback, especially with one foot perched on the outcrop of rock above you. 

“Let’s go.” He pointed towards a glow rising from beyond the horizon and you’d started walking, doing your best to keep up with his long strides. You could see the motel, how far could it really be.

As soon as you climbed down the motel vanished and the reality of your trek set in. 

Around hour two Bucky slowed his pace to allow you to catch up. He didn’t speak much, just what was necessary, and sometimes a hello when he saw you around the compound. But he struck you as shy, rather than cruel or rude. He had checked on you after the mission brief two days ago to make sure you were happy with the plans and, when you were left at the drop off zone, had given you a few of his spare rounds. 

You were starting to flag, your steps faltering in the dust and your fingers frozen. Without the sun the desert was so cold the tips of your ears felt like they’d fallen off. Bucky slowed too, cracking a heat pack and handing it over, swapping it for your pack. 

“Thank you,” you whispered, teeth chattering. 

He didn’t say anything, just gave you a tight smile and turned back towards the motel, growing closer with each step. 

Three hours after you’d discovered the flat tyre, you fell through the door of the dingy motel room, exhausted, cold and starving, only to be met with the sight of one queen size bed and a single chair by the window. 

“I’m gonna sleep,” you slurred, unable to manage more than zipping off your tactical vest. You fell onto your back and tried to toe off your boots but they were too tight. Your eyes slid shut and you felt the sensation of Bucky sitting on the other side of the thin mattress, making you roll towards him slightly. His weight shifted and settled, the warmth of his body behind yours comforting after everything you’d seen that evening. 

He smelt nice too, despite the blood and sweat and gunpowder, he smelt like sandalwood and the desert air. It was all you could think of as you drifted into a deep sleep, how much you wanted to press your face into his back and breathe him in. 

The  next morning you woke to find Bucky already showered and dressed, pushing his damp hair back from his face and brushing his teeth while he called Torres for new exit plans. 

Your boots and socks were off, arranged neatly by the door, a coffee steaming on the bedside table.

Despite all the changes a new team had brought, Bucky liked working with you. You were quiet too and didn’t mind when he was silent for almost a whole mission. You were efficient and skilled, but empathetic, always stopping during the fall out to ensure the team were together and protecting civilians whenever you could. 

So it was no surprise to him when you offered to share the bed at the hotel. Sam and Joaquín had long since retired to their room, but you’d both stayed at the hotel bar, silently emptying a bottle of red wine while Bucky continued his 100 Books to Read Before You Die list and you scrolled through your phone, catching up on everything you’d missed during the five day - “phone’s off, and yes, I mean you Agent” - mission. 

As soon as you retired to the room you knew there’d been a mistake. 

“Ah, shit.” You’d dropped your bag to the floor by the door and Bucky had almost walked into your back, peering over your shoulder at the very neatly made double bed. The only bed. 

“Don’t worry, I’ll take the couch.” Bucky had sighed, resigned to a night of lumpy, uncomfortable sleep. 

“There isn’t one.” You pushed your bag further into the room with your foot and Bucky brushed past to survey the space.

“The floor then.” 

“Don’t be ridiculous.” 

“I’m not.” 

“You’re not sleeping on the floor, the bed’s big enough for two, we can share.” 

You’d said it with such easy grace that he’d felt almost insulted that his chivalrous offer was so easily deflected. Then you’d returned from the bathroom smelling like mint and almond oil, your loose pyjamas hanging off one shoulder and just like that, he gave in. 

By the time he’d change and brushed his teeth you were already asleep, holding a pillow close to your chest with your leg well over onto his side of the bed. Carefully he moved you back to your side and slid under the cool sheet next to you. 

He woke first the next morning to find you still attempting to occupy the majority of the bed, your face relaxed and mouth slightly open. Bucky indulged in a moment of quiet comfort before getting up. You wouldn’t want him staring at you, you’d be embarrassed that you were trying to cuddle him and it’d ruin the fragile bond you were forming with each mission. 

By 9am you were both making fun of Joaquín’s terrible hotel bookings over pancakes and coffee. 

“Why can’t we just ask for directions?” 

“Are you seriously asking me that?” 

“Yes?” 

“Because we just crossed a border illegally, we have no papers, no passports, we’re lying low.” 

“They’re hardly going to ask to see our passports, Bucky.” You sighed, hitching your bag higher on your back. 

You’d been walking since 5am that morning, crossing through a forest trail to avoid borders and rendezvous with Torres in a village that should have been a few miles away so that you could evac together. 

5am seemed a long time ago now that the sun was setting. You’d stopped briefly to heat up a can of beans, a “late lunch, early dinner” Bucky had called it, smiling at you over the steaming mess tin you were sharing.

The scalding heat had dissipated now though and you were tired. The memory of his hand touching yours as you ate still lingering. 

“We’re not going to find him tonight, we should stop.” Bucky suggested, “I’ll find a good place to camp.” 

Suddenly you were grateful that Mr Overprepared had packed a tent. 

“Good idea.” You agreed, rubbing your hands together. 

“Well, I will be, you didn’t bring a tent, did you?” He said, walking deeper into the woods, running his foot over the ground, looking for somewhere flat. 

Your heart sank, he was right, you’d laughed at him when he’d attached it to his already full pack and he’d said you’d regret it, a teasing look in his eye. Well. You were regretting it. It had started raining a few minutes before, gentle rain drops that got heavy in each gap between the canopy. You had no doubt it’d be heavier soon though, and with the sun setting you didn’t relish the idea of being wet and cold out in the dark. 

Bucky stopped and turned, lowering his pack to the floor between two large trunked trees and those twinkling eyes made butterflies take flight in the pit of your stomach. A boyish grin crossed his face as he got to work. 

Ten minutes later and the tent was up, strung between the trees and extra protected with some fallen foliage. 

Bucky unlaced his boots and placed them between the inner and outer tent before climbing in, when you didn’t follow he poked his head back around the flap of the tent, patting the unrolled sleeping bag next to him. 

“C’mon, you really think I’d make you sleep out there?” He was almost laughing, and the sound was so welcome, so stupidly content despite your situation, you could barely stand it. 

You squeezed in, using the inner fleece layer from your coat as a blanket. Bucky lifted the side of his sleeping bag. 

“C’mon,” he mumbled, eyes already closed, when you hesitated he tugged you closer until you were tucked against his chest. He rearranged your coats on top of you both until you could feel your fingers again. “Warmer?” 

“Yeah, thanks, Bucky.”

He didn’t respond, his breathing heavy and even, beneath his sweater you could hear the steady thump of his heart as it lulled you to sleep in his arms. 

Bucky hated these stupid events, he’d only been persuaded to come because you’d done those big round puppy dog eyes and said it’d be no fun without him. Joaquín had asked too and, although Sam had joked that it’d be more fun without ‘Mr Grumpy’, Bucky knew he’d only been teasing. 

But it was you that had convinced him. It was those eyes, the way your voice had gone up a little and you’d pouted in that silly way you did when Joaquín took the last doughnut at mission briefings. He couldn’t resist. And he had no idea what to do about it. 

Behind him he could hear another team talking about you, how they didn't understand why you were always working with ‘that asshole Barnes’ so much. 

In the anonymous dark they joked about you, about him, as if you were a reward for a guard dog. A babysitter for his more violent tendencies. Worse, disgusting, accusations about how you'd come by your place in the team. He suddenly missed his mother, she'd have washed their mouths out with soap.

He felt sick. 

Bucky took a long swig from his beer and chased it with a shot of whisky, anything to stop his teeth from grinding. 

They were wrong on so many counts. You were skilled and fearless, soft and fierce at all the right moments. But you didn't care about him, or Sam or Joaquín for that matter. Not in the vile, disrespectful way those men imagined. You didn’t men like them - him - messy, unpredictable, unstable. You didn’t really need anyone. 

But Bucky - he took another swig, trying to stop the swirling feeling in his chest - he cared for you. He couldn't stop thinking about you. And as angry as he was at what he heard, he was equally ashamed for wishing that you did want him. 

He’d been watching you dance with Joaquín and one of your other agent friends for more than an hour now. Your body swaying and rippling in time to the music, your dress ghosting over your hips in a way that made his mouth dry. It was one thing to work with you in army fatigues or go to meetings with you in your casual jeans - the stealth suit had been really pushing his patience recently so he didn't want to think about it - but he could at least keep himself under control while your skin was covered. Then you arrived wearing this dress. The neckline alone made him want to sink to his knees in front of you. 

Joaquín danced away with your friend, you winked at the lieutenant and smacked his ass as he passed - you were definitely drunk. 

Alone you swayed to the music, still in your own world.

“She’s so fucking drunk -” 

“Absolute embarrassment -” 

“Can’t believe they let her in -” 

Bucky slammed his drink down on the bar top and grabbed his leather jacket, stalking across the dancefloor like a shadow, the lights skimming over him. 

You were facing away from him and he couldn’t resist, his hands finding your waist so naturally, his body melting into yours, matching the slow roll of your hips so he could lean into your ear. 

“I think it’s time to go,” he whisper-shouted above the pounding music. 

“Bucky!” You exclaimed, completely ignoring his suggestion, “dance with me!” 

You span in his hands, leaning up and into him, your hands around his neck, twisting into his hair. The little tug you gave sent pleasure shooting down his spine. God he was weak, his body moved without his say so, slipping a leg between yours and - fuck - you were grinding against him. He was lost. 

The song ended, fading into the next as the lights flickered and he regained enough of his faculties to remember you were drunk, very drunk. 

“C’mon, doll, let’s go, I’ll get you some water-” 

“You still here, sweetheart? Don’t you think you’ve embarrassed yourself enough.” 

Was he still here? Fucking asshole. 

Bucky rounded on him, keeping you close with a hand around your waist. 

“You boys having a good night?” You grinned, unable to hear their cruel words over the music. 

You were just so - good, so kind, even when these pricks were trying to tear you down, your first instinct was to be friendly - he couldn’t stand it. 

“I said -” the agent grinned, dipping down, placing his hands on his knees and levelling his face with yours, that patronising glint in his eyes, “are you still fucking here you stupid bitch?” 

Bucky saw red, tucking you under his left arm, pushing you behind his back as he had so many times during missions, and smashing his right straight into the agent’s nose. 

“Didn’t your Ma teach you to speak to ladies with respect?” 

Blood dripped onto the dark dance floor, a circle forming as the other party goers backed away. 

Bucky gave the man one last disapproving look and then his attention was solely focussed on you, leading you out past the crowd until you were outside in the freezing air. He draped his jacket around your shoulders and watched as you snuggled inside. Was he dreaming or did you inhale deeply when he did it? 

“M’sorry, Buck.” You hiccupped, leaning into him, eyes half shut. 

He took your weight gladly, “s’okay, you didn’t do anything wrong, it was those idiots in there.” With staggering steps you made it to the next street over and Bucky said nothing as he unlocked the door. 

“Where are we?” You slurred, your ankles twisting in your heels with each step. 

“My place, I thought you could sober up here while I call you a cab to get you back to your hotel.” 

He settled you on the couch and tried to walk away, but there was a hand hooked in his belt loop. 

“F’got you live in Neewww York,” you closed your eyes, resting your head against his hip as you continued to mumble about ‘the big apple’, he willed himself to breath deeply, he was struggling to keep his body under control. 

“Yeah - what’s your hotel called?” 

“You called me ‘doll’,” you giggled, your fingers closing around his belt.

“I did, sorry, it just slipped out. Your hotel?” 

“Dun worry, I liked it - can I stay here? I sleep here.” You let go, only to curl up on the sofa, your dress sliding up your thighs. 

“Sure.” He sighed. 

Bucky scooped you up again and nudged the door to his bedroom open with his hip, the duvet was still rumpled from the night before. Another night of no sleep, at least it was because of you and not another nightmare. And now you were here, nose pressed into his chest, ready to sleep in his bed. 

“Okay, I’ll be out here if you need me, g’night.”

“Stay.” 

“I’ll be right outside if you need-” 

“Stay.” 

And it was those puppy dog eyes again, the pout, the voice, the hand on his belt. 

Even though he knew you’d sleep like a log, hogging his duvet and encroaching on his space, even though he knew you’d be embarrassed in the morning, probably hungover as hell. Even though, come the morning, he was right. He still had the best nights sleep he’d ever had since he bought the place. 

You hadn’t been this relaxed in a long time, you were sure if you stood up you’d simply melt into a puddle. Sun warm skin, the buzz of a few too many afternoon beers in your system and the sound of laughter as Sam, Joaquín and Bucky continued to try and catch a single fish had lulled you into a half sleep, dozing on the deck of the Paul & Darlene 

“Hey, you want another beer, doll?” 

Bucky’s voice drifted over to you and you cracked one eye open. He’d unbuttoned his shirt half way down his chest, the white cotton sticking to his sweaty, sunkissed skin. He hadn’t been able to drop the nickname since he'd had to rescue you at the gala. Although you'd done your best to keep yourself away. The way his eyes burned into you when he turned your way, the memory of his body imprinted into yours, his leg pressing against you, the shadow of a hardness that made your mouth water. 

He'd been the perfect gentleman, of course. Had made sure you were safe and comfortable, even escorted you back to your hotel in the morning after a huge home cooked breakfast. 

He was a gent. And you were an embarrassment. It ate away at you until you couldn't even look at him. 

“Hmm?” 

“Beer?” He asked again, holding out the bottle, the cap already popped off. 

“Uh, yeah, thanks.” 

He flopped down beside you on the deck, the last of the day fading beyond the horizon and leaving you bobbing in the inky abyss where the sky met the water. 

“You feeling okay?” He took a swig and you watched the condensation on the bottle trickle over his fingers. 

“Oh, yeah, fine.”

“You look dazed, that's all, don't want you getting sunstroke on us.” 

Bucky looked genuinely concerned and you figured, from the sudden sick feeling inside, that maybe your heart had skipped a few beats or flipped over or something. 

“Uh -” Fuck, did he have to leave his shirt open like that? He asked a question, what was it? 

“Are you okay?” He used the back of his right hand and placed it against your forehead, “you feel really hot. Maybe you do have sun stroke.” 

“I’m fine, honestly.” You shrugged him off, but went looking for a bottle of water anyway. 

As the boat made its way back to the dock you watched the lights of Sarah’s house flicker on in the distance. Sam had invited the three of you to stay, taking up all of Sarah’s space and the room on the boat, while her and the boys went into the city for the night. It was a generous offer, one that you couldn’t say no to after months of hard work without a break. 

In the pitch dark you all stumbled back up the driveway, only to find Sarah on the porch. 

“Sarah -” Sam jogged to reach her first, concern written on his brow. 

“I’m alright, Sam, don’t fuss. It’s just Cass, ate too many beignets and threw up so I thought we should come home. He’s upstairs with AJ. Sorry we messed up your plans.”

Bucky took the suitcase from her hands, “it’s your home Sarah, you haven’t messed up anything.” 

She threw an arm around his shoulders and hugged him sideways, a familiar gesture you’d seen her make before, but for some reason your tummy twisted, jealousy stirring. 

“Means we’ll need some rooms back though, I know I said you could all stay but-” 

A chorus of voices filled the air, refusing to let Sarah apologise, before you started to get organised. 

“Well Cass needs his own bed, that’s a given.” You said, worried that the young boy might be ill as well as over excited about his food. 

“Of course,” Joaquín agreed. “Sarah, you’re obviously taking your room too. We wouldn’t ask you to give that up. I’ll go on the couch in the sitting room.” He smiled. 

You looked between your other two colleagues, but Bucky spoke first. 

“Well if Torres’ taking the couch I’m not going to argue, I’d rather be in a bed even if it is on a boat.” He ruffled Joaquín’s hair affectionately and the younger man shoved at him. 

Sam looked at you, “you can take my bed, if you want, I can change the sheets -” 

“I’ll sleep on other sofa -” 

“You’ll share with me, right doll?” 

The three of you spoke at once, and Sarah raised her eyebrows then her hands before opening the front door, “I’ll be in bed, you kids figure this out yourself.” 

“Bucky -” Sam started. 

“Sam - we’ve shared before,” there was a glimmer of hope that glowed inside of you when Bucky stepped closer, his shirt fluttering open again in the breeze, revealing his toned chest and that dusting of dark hair, creeping under the buckle of his jeans. “Besides, wouldn’t be the first time you’ve made us share, would it?” Bucky joked, nudging Sam as they went to collect more blankets and bedding, “what about that hotel-” 

His voice faded until all you could hear were the crickets in the distance, you’d forgotten about Joaquín until he walked past, turning backwards at the last moment so he could see you again, “if you don’t want to share with Barnes…” he let the offer hang in the air and you were torn.

Really, you should protest and ask for your own space. But then you’d missed the sound of his steady breathing beside you, the weight and warmth of him when he turned over into your space. In fact you’d missed him completely, even if you’d been avoiding him on purpose. 

Secretly you hoped the bedroom on the boat would be cooler now the sun had gone down, perhaps he’d hold you like he did while you were camping. 

Sam let you back onto the boat, making sure you had enough blankets for two distinct sleeping arrangements if you wanted. 

Bucky slid into the cool cotton sheets in only his boxers and, shyly, you followed. Expecting to sleep alone you’d packed shorts and a vest, revealing more than you really wanted to considering he clearly didn’t return your interest. 

Bucky kept politely to his side of the bed, his arms awkwardly stiff at his side when he turned away from you. Unable to stop yourself you turned too, watching the strong line of his back relax as his breathing evened out.

The boat bobbed gently, lulling you to sleep. You were vaguely aware of a strong arm tugging you closer, the smell of Bucky’s shampoo and sun cream and the weight of a bed rising to meet you. 

Everything went perfectly, again, until it didn’t. 

Intelligence? Secured. Exit? Executed to perfection. Adrenaline fueled burger stop where Bucky wiped a drop of sauce from your lips exactly as you planned? Complete. Motel booking? Perfect?

You and Bucky stared at the two motel beds. 

In the entire time you’d been working together you’d never really managed it. There were either no rooms, the room was wrong or there was no room at all, just whatever you could find. And now there were two beds and you felt sick and your head hurt and after everything you’d seen and done today the last thing you wanted to do was sleep alone. 

“Doll?” Bucky placed a hand on the small of your back and reality came screeching to a halt around you. 

“Sorry, Buck, I must be really tired, I’m going to shower and get in bed. Do you mind if I go first?” You were already half to the bathroom, the zip down on your tac suit, were you imagining Bucky’s eyes dropping down to where your skin was revealed? 

“Of course, whatever you need, I’ll just be…here,”

After a perfunctory shower consisting of a dribble of hot water that quickly turned into a freezing cold torrent, you returned to the shared room. 

Bucky hurried past, his body brushing against yours in the doorway, firm and muscular, yet you knew that being held by him was soft and warm. You tried not to feel too sad that there’d be no excuse for getting close to him again for the rest of your trip. 

By the time he was finished you were tucked into bed, trying to read the paperback you’d found in the draw because the television signal was terrible. 

He stood in the window, a shadow against the light filtering in through the thin material of the curtains, ruffling his wet hair with a towel, his sweatpants so at odds with the man who’d been by your side just a few hours before. This was a rare sight, one you were privileged to see. 

Bucky tossed the towel onto the chair by the door and then sat on the end of the other bed, watching you read from the corner of his eye. You knew because the last three paragraphs had become a blur of words, your focus solely on Bucky. 

“Maybe we should go to sleep, we’ve got a long drive tomorrow.” 

“You’re right.” 

You both slid down into bed, separately, and you’d never felt so alone. 

In the darkness you could see the shape of him, facing the door with his hand tucked under his pillow, and somehow the darkness made you braver. 

“Would it be weird if I said I missed you?” You whispered. 

Bucky rolled over, but put his hand back under his pillow, no doubt he had something hidden under there, he usually did. 

“I miss you too.” 

You shuffled back, letting the sheets fall further down the bed, “I know you have your own space over there and you probably don’t want to be all cramped up with me, but if you wanted to share still -” 

Bucky was out of his bed before you could finish, slipping under the sheets. He’d taken off his sweatpants before getting into bed, his legs bed warm against your own and you bit your lip, trying to focus on his face and not on his almost naked body just inches away. 

“Hi.”

“Hi, doll.”

“You don’t have to keep calling me that.” 

“What if I want to?” 

He was so close, his breath minty when it ghosted over your lips, his nose touching yours, his long eyelashes making his crystal eyes look brighter. 

“What if I missed you being in my bed? What if I always want to share with you?” He reached his hand out, cupping your cheek. 

“You do?” 

And then his lips were on yours, so soft, his tongue slipping past yours as you gasped. One cool metal hand and one callused, drawing you closer, a leg between your thighs, your bodies rolling together and - “oh, Bucky.” You sighed into his mouth, letting him tug you into him. 

“I - I want that too -” you squeezed out between kisses, “I wanna always - always - be in your bed - I - I always hoped we had too.” 

“You did?” He pulled back, stroking a thumb down your cheek and over your kiss bitten lips. 

“Uh huh, I did,” 

“You been sabotaging us this whole time, baby?” He laughed, his eyes sparkling. 

“No,” you laughed too, turning your head to kiss the pad of his thumb, “maybe I should’ve though.” 

“Maybe,” his hand left your face to cup the back of your neck, drawing you down for another languid kiss. 

“How long?” 

“How long, what?” 

“How long have you wanted -” his question trailed off into another series of featherlight kisses. 

“Since, ugh - Utah?” You offered shyly, embarrassed to admit that you’d been head over heels from the start. 

With a groan he rolled you over, slipping his body between your open legs, his hips settling just right against your own. “Fuck,” he dropped his forehead to yours, “we could’ve been doing this the whole time.” He admitted, lifting his head to smile down at you. 

“Well then I guess we have some making up to do,” you linked your hands behind his head, tangling your fingers in his hair. 

“I guess we do, doll.” 

stop this is like the cutest thing i’ve ever read

first name basis

in which only you can call bucky by his first name

word count: 1.6k

masterlist

a/n: hi bffs !! hope ur all well <33 thank u to this request for this v fluffy fic <333 hope u guys enjoy ! sorry for any typos :P

It was quiet, the soft pattering of raindrops on the window and the city ambiance filled the Brooklyn apartment. It was somewhat empty, but Bucky had said it was just because he had just moved in. You knew he was lying.

The two of you were sat up with your backs against his headboard, scrolling through channels to find something to watch. He had an arm around you, holding you close to him. You were leaning into him, your head lightly resting on his chest.

“there’s never anything good on anymore” bucky grumbled and you smiled.

“you sound like an old man” you chuckled, taking the controller from his hand and flipping through channels, finally settling on some nature documentary about lions.

“i am 106, you know that right?” He teased you and you rolled your eyes, elbowing him lightly and causing him to groan dramatically. His antics made you elbow him even harder, laughing as he pouted at you.

“oh boohoo” you teased him, sticking your tongue out. Bucky gasped, eyes widening at your actions.

“i cant believe you” he frowned, smiling as he tackled you and caused you to fall over, he pinned your hands above your head, looking at you with soft eyes. “you’re gonna pay y/n” he smiled, peppering kisses all over your face before finally gently placing his lips onto yours.

It was a soft and tender kiss, nothing but pure love and sweetness. The kind that you smile into and blush while your lips are still connected, the kind bucky always wanted.

As the two of you pulled away he wasted no time in pulling you to his side, leaning against his headboard and letting your head rest comfortably on his chest. It was quiet, neither of you speaking and just focusing on the lions on tv, occasionally making comments about how cute the cubs were.

“your middle name is actually Buchanan?” You blurted out, causing bucky to jump a bit. He looked at you confused before nodding his head.

“yeah it is, why?” He smiled at your question as you thought silently.

“dunno, it’s just, Buchanan” you giggled and bucky blushed.

“are you making fun of my middle name?” He asked, trying his best to hold back the smile on his face and you shook your head quickly.

“no! i mean, a little bit i guess” you laughed and bucky smiled brightly at you, loving the sound of your laughter.

“i can’t believe you” bucky frowned and you pouted, moving up to kiss his jawline.

“oh angel, you know your middle name doesn’t change a thing between us” he smiled at your words, loving the way you so easily caved. “tell me your full name” you smiled at him, “wanna hear you say it” you giggled and he rolled his eyes before sighing.

“James Buchanan Barnes” he spoke, his voice smooth as he stared at you, a smile on his face when you hummed.

“James” you spoke, the name rolling off your tongue like it was the most wonderful thing in the world. Buckys heart raced, his face flushed and his stomach was in knots. “you know that’s a lot better than buchanan” you teased, craning your neck a bit to look at bucky.

“say it again” he whispered, his heartbeat in his ears as you looked at him confused.

“that your middle name is ridiculous?” you smiled and he shook his head.

“no doll, my name” his voice was soft, just above a whisper.

“James” you repeated the name, smiling at the bashful smile on his face and the way his face flushed as you spoke his name.

“‘t sounds nice when you say it” he mumbled, his face was hot and you scrambled to sit up, cupping his face with one hand and kissing his lips before speaking up.

“well, how about we toss bucky out the window and i call you james, yeah?” You suggested and he nodded, smiling at you before crashing his lips onto yours.

Bucky didn’t know what it was about it. Maybe it’s because you were the only person since steve to make him feel like himself and not like an ex assassin. Maybe it’s because you helped remind of who he was, not the winter soldier but James Barnes. Maybe it was the way you said his name and it sounded as sweet and smooth as honey. Bucky didn’t know and he didn’t really care much, he just knew he only wanted you to call him that.

“hey guys!” You smiled as you and bucky walked into the compound hand in hand, giving the team a small wave before you and bucky headed into the kitchen.

There was some big game on tonight and the team was having a watch party, everyone gathered into the living room excited as they watched some pregame stuff. You and bucky were working in the kitchen, you had offered to make dinner so you wouldn’t have to pay an absurd amount for some takeout.

The sound of the tv was quieter and you and bucky were quick to take out all the ingredients needed from the kitchen, placing them on the counter. Bucky loved helping you cook so the two of you moved easily together in the kitchen.

Sam and steve walked into the kitchen, smiling as they saw you cooking, the smell of the food in the air.

“you guys need any help?” Sam asked, looking at how easily you and bucky handed things off to each other.

“could you help set the table up? the forks and spoons are over there” you smiled and Sam nodded, grabbing the stack and handing the forks to steve. “James can you pass me some of the salt please?” You asked, not thinking twice, bucky handed it to you with no hesitation.

Steve and Sam were grounded in their spots, shock on their faces as they processed your words.

“did- did you just call him James?” Steve asked, brows furrowed at you. You smiled at him and chuckled, completely confused as to why it was such a big deal.

“yeah, why? I do it all the time” you shrugged your shoulders, bucky had a bashful grin on his face, grabbing some cups and shoving his friends away and towards the table. Steve and Sam looked at bucky as he set some cups down on the table with them.

“so they can call you James but when i do it i get a knife two inches from my face?” Sam spoke crossing his arms across his chest and frowning at his friend. Bucky rolled his eyes, ignoring him and going to get more cups.

“can you tell everyone the foods ready?” You asked bucky, grabbing the plates and placing three filled with food into his arms. He smiled, kissing your temple before heading to the dining room.

“foods ready!” He called out, you could hear the team cheering as they all sat down around the table, excited to eat.

“james can you come get these please!” You called out, everyone whipping their head around to you.

“wh- James? You call him James?” Rhodey scoffed and you looked at him with furrowed brows.

“well yeah that’s his name isn’t it” you laughed and he nodded quickly.

“i called you that one time and you threatened me” Rhodey spoke and bucky blushed, taking the plates from you quickly and rushing to give everyone food so they would stop talking.

“glad to know I’m not alone” Sam laughed, looked at Rhodey, natasha nodded.

“he told me to not call him that” steve frowned and you felt your face heating up.

You were the only one that called him James. You could feel your heart fluttering as you locked eyes with bucky, smile on your face when he walked over to you to get the plates for you and him.

“didn’t know you were so protective over your name buchanan” you teased and he rolled his eyes, the rest of the team already eating and talking amongst themselves after you told them to hurry and eat before the game started.

Bucky smiled and snaked his arms around your waist, leaning down and kissing you softly, the two of you smiling into the kiss before pulling away.

“only like it when you say it doll” he whispered and you blushed, heart skipping a beat as he kissed your forehead and let go of you, carrying the two plates in his hands and leaving you in the kitchen. You but your lip and smiled, following him quickly and eating with the rest of the team.

While steve and Sam cleaned the table up and tony and peppered filled the dishwasher you cuddled up with bucky on the couch, eyes closing when he ran his fingers through your hair.

“i love you” bucky mumbled and you smiled, “love you so much y/n y/l/n” he spoke, kissing the top of your head.

“and i love you so much james bucky barnes” you whispered, placing a soft kiss to his cheek before cuddling back into his chest, eyes fluttering shut.

His stomach fluttered and his heart skipped a beat. Sure it had been thousands of time that you had spoken his name, calling him james in any and every tone. But everytime he found himself blushing and smiley, he found himself wanting to hear you say it again, and again and again.

Maybe it was because you helped ground him. Or maybe it was because you helped him become himself again.

As bucky looked at your breathing peacefully on his chest, drifting to sleep despite the the cheers from the rest of the team he realized why he loved hearing you say his name.

It brought him back home. And home was here, with you.

It was with you and his family as they watched a game together, huddled together and squished into three sofas.

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i never hated you

Summary | You and Bucky never got along.

Content | 18+ content, minors DNI, P in V, enemies to lovers, NFSW.

Paring | Bucky Barnes x female reader

Side note | every time I write smut it flops, hopefully this will be the one 😩❤️ and also check out my other work!!

"You're training with Buck." Steve doesn't bother to look her way knowing the moment he does it will be met with narrowed eyes. The look of annoyance forms creases against her forehead, arms crossing against her chest as a huff fills the distance between them.

"Steve, you can't -."

"No one else can train you. I have a mission, Nat is coming with me. Only you and Bucky will be here." Steve had taken her under his wing, teaching her everything he knows. If only his best friends weren't at each other's throats all the time.

"Well I don't want to."

"Suck it up sweetheart." The voice snarls behind her, both heads turn toward the direction of the door. Bucky crossed his arms across his chest, intimidating as ever as his eyes darken under his gaze. "It's not like I want to waste my time with you but here I am."

The way her lip curls up is annoying. His fingers dig into the large bulge of his bicep to suppress the urge to say something he knows Steve would only scowl him for.

Bucky was handsome to say the least, dark short hair with an equally short beard that peppers over the skin of his chiseled jaw. With a pair of striking blue eyes that anyone can be charmed by, not to mention the muscular build that even a nun would be able to look away from, too bad he's a jerk.

The two can't even remember how it started, this unspoken hatred but it's been going on for months now. While she's blames it on his jealously of Steve, he blames it on the fact that she's so whiny and always needs guidance.

"Enough." Steve's authoritative tone leaves very little room to disobey, seafoam blue eyes tightening are a warning enough. "Both of you will act like adults, like you are."

"Yeah, whatever." Bucky mumbles under his breath, head turning to convey the room to avoid her gaze but hers doesn't move. Greedy eyes meet the thick column of his neck, the belly muscle popping through and the sudden feeling to run her tongue across it makes her eyes widen.

"What are you looking at?" Bucky snarls.

"Nothing!" She hisses back, "Get over yourself."

"You're the one looking at me, honey." The nickname makes her visibly cringe, teeth gritting as she steps closer despite her cheeks burning hot with embrassment.

"Stop calling me that." The way he steps closer until their chest to chest is intimidating, towering height earning a smug look from Bucky.

"Buck, out." Steve huffs, fed up with them both. The next words mumbled under his breath, "Can't concentrate with you two acting like children."

The slam of the door causes her to jump, head snapping towards the direction except Bucky is long done but the lingering smell of fresh mint and chapped leather is promient.

***

"You're late." Bucky booms so loudly it seems to echo off the walls and causes her to hold a hand against her chest, breath hitching as she places her things down on the mat.

"I'm two minutes late, got your panties in a twist?" The words causing his lips to curl with distaste. "Let's just get this over with."

Before Bucky can even turns he feels a force of a body try to knock him onto his feet but he quickly turns, not paying much attention to his left hand until it comes it contact with her cheek.

It was hard enough to hurt and his face drops instantly, he watches as she cups her cheek and he can already see the angry, red mark forming there.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to -."

Two rather small hands aim for his head but he manages to dodge the fists but he doesn't expect the strong leg that comes from behind and sweeps him off his feet. Bucky reaches forward as he brings to fall towards the ground, big fingers curl around her shirt and pull until she tumbles on top of him with a huff.

His chest rises and falls under the scrutiny of her gaze. Parted thighs straddle his lap, a face full of hair as her hands flatten against his chest to push off the fall but he can't seem to keep his eyes trained, instead they fall to irregular rhythm her chest. Beads of sweat forming against skin and trails down and over collar bones and into the valley of her breasts and he can't seem to look away as they move with every breath.

Between her thighs radiates with warmth and it's his turn to stop breathing with the way her eye lids flutter at the sensation of his growing erection press against her clothed mound. The thick material of his tactical pants grinds against her puffy clit even through the clothes.

The moment her eyes open she's met with the intense electric blue eyes. His bottom lip is tucked between his pearly whites as an experimental hand presses against the small of her back. The size difference makes her head spin, the size of his hand as he pushes her forward on his lap to catch the swollen head of his clothed cock against her throbbing clit.

The mix of a moan and whine that fall from her lips makes his cock throb and she turns her head away with embarrassment but the hand that cups her chin and turns her back to the sultry gaze, "No, you sound so sweet."

The words makes her gasp or maybe it's the thumb that lays flat against her bottom lip and toys with the skin. Bucky doesn't dare move, just leans in excruciatingly slow, unsure eyes flickering from her own to her lips waiting for the words to stop him but they never come. The moment he's met with the soft, warm lips he melts.

Time felt like it almost stopped when his nose nudged her own, lips barely touching, they hover as he lets out a soft sigh, leaning closer until his eyelashes flutter against her own.

Every breath he takes smells like her. Purple and pink wild flowers and vanilla slips past his flaring nostrils as his lips form against her own. Both filled with fire, body tingling as he pulls her closer into his lap to give him a better angle to kiss her from.

He pulls away, it's just for a quick second to catch his breath but steals a small glance and his heart pounds. He wants to say how beautiful she looks, how warm she feels but he can't seem to form words so instead claims her lips again. It's heavy with emotions as the taste of sweet mint comes with his tongue parting her lips.

So caught up in the way his hand curls into her hair as she grinds her hips slowly, she doesn't feel the fingers that slip under the thin material of the shirt. Cool, false appendages press against the base of her belly as a small moan vibrates his chest as she shifts her weight against his aching hard on.

"You are so beautiful.." To be on the sweet, giving side of Bucky Barnes is almost breath taking. Time moves so much slower, it's hard to breath as he captures her lips again but not before his hand experimentally raises further and further up the soft skin of her stomach but stops right under her breasts. His eyes flicker up to her own, a silent question, he won't dare move another muscle until she nods. "Can I, sweet girl?"

The nickname makes her heart flutter. Since when did Bucky use nicknames like this and why did it make her skin so unbarebly hot?

"Yes." The words come out before she even has a chance to think about the consequences but the way his hands come down to cup handfuls of her breast she soon realizes she doesn't care.

His lips press against the shell of her ear, hot breath making it nearly impossible to focus on anything else except for the two fingers that tweak the peak of her nipple. Her mouth falls open with a gasp and Bucky smiles against the skin of her neck as smooth kisses trail. Open mouth and wet kisses cause her to shudder, a tongue peaks out to taste the salty skin.

"Bucky." She moans his name so sweetly that he can't help but groan. He pulls away and the only audible sounds is the whirling and clicking of mechanical plates as he cups her cheek.

"You are.. driving me crazy." He admits, "I gotta have you, please."

He asks like she could ever deny him, she nods against his palm and finger reach out to unloop his belt but a thumb that presses into her chin stops the movements. "Are you sure?"

"Want you." She mewls and this time encloses the line between their lips and invades his mouth once again to taste the fresh mint.

Once opened, her fingers dip past the waist band of his boxers and skillfully wrap around the base of his cock. He huffs against her lips, hand wrapping around her wrist as she tests the waters and gives it a small squeeze.

With an experimental movement of her wrist Bucky hisses, heavy eyelashes flutter against her cheek. His hips lift from their position on the ground to thrust for more and just like that he's putty in her hands.

"You don't have to -."

He couldn't even finish his sentence if he wanted too. Met with the fifty site of her pulling away only to spit on her hand and tugging the hem of his boxers dangerously low on his hips until his cock is freed and curves against his abdomen.

Slowly her hand slides down the length of Bucky, and up, then down again until beads of pre-cum mix with her salvia to create wet, flithy sounds.

"That's it." Bucky plops from his position on his elbows to flat against the floor, eyes fluttering close as split starts to slide down his lower abdomen and balls, but her torment doesn't end there.

Soft fingers cup the sac with a delicate but meaningful touch. "God, honey."

The pet name makes her blush but it goes unseen to Bucky as he whines. Her head bobs lower and his head shoots up with confusion and only to watch her lips pucker and a long string of spit cover the head of his cock.

The self made lubricant squelshes with every quick motion. Bucky's finger tips curl into the foam mat understand them, his hips tuting into the air to meet the rhythm of her hand.

"Sweetheart." He calls so beautifully, eyes pinching with pleasure. "So good but god, stop."

She's determined as every and Bucky's throat runs dry, belly growing with warmth as a wave of heat makes his head grow hot and his body buzz with anticipation. He weakly lifts his head to only be met with her sparkling eyes, a ball of pleasure grows in his throat as he mumbles, "You are so fucking sexy."

Flesh fingers wrap around her wrist and hult any more movements. Lips fingers her own as she falls into the mat, back hitting the foam with a small gasp but Bucky's mouth catches it. His fingers run slowly along the hem of her yoga pants as his lips his the corner of hers, "Are you going to let me see that pretty pussy, sweet pea?"

"Yes, please, touch me." The words are sweet, beautiful music to his ears as two fingers prod against her chin. Her mouth opens instantly at the intrusion as the digits press against her tongue. Lips close down on them, swirling and licking until Bucky seemed satisfied with the slickness of them.

A vibranium arm pulls at the waist band of her pants and forces them down, Bucky decides not to comment on that fact she hadn't worn any underwear. Her arousal smears across her thighs, so much so that Bucky can practically smell it.

Those two digits wet her stomach as they trail down to her already soaked entrance. The tips kiss the opening of her pussy and it's impossible to fight against grinding down on them. Those thick, warm fingers spread along the hood of her cunt, teasingly until they press against the swollen clit and her hips jolt off the mat.

"Buck -." One finger slips into her sopping hole and she whines at the intrusion.

"Oh, baby." Bucky clicks his tongue with a smirk, blue eyes darkening as he speaks, "So tight, sweet pea."

A large hand glides under her back that arches, feeling the grooves of vertebrae against his false fingertips up until the grasp the back of her neck to pull her into a harsh kiss.

Teeth clash together as his pace increases, lips parting but his forehead presses against hers and his hand keeps it's hold on her neck. "Want another one?"

"Please, please." She mewls as eyes flutter close at the sensation of another finger stretching her open. Not wasting any time, they leave only to come back and reach that spot in that makes her eyes roll back into her head and mouth open with silent screams.

The sounds coming from in between her legs are heavenly, the swishes of her juices that drips down her legs and Bucky's hands as he finger fucks her into the mat. "You are so good for me, look at you. So desperate honey, you wanna come?"

The silent reply earns a squeeze at the base of her neck and Buck clenches his teeth, "I said, do you want to come?"

Her pussy squeezes around his fingers with a wanton moan, "Yes, Buck! Wanna come!"

Head falling to the mat harshly as his fingers release their hold. Head feeling drowsy as tears sting and blur her vision, heat creeping up the base of her stomach as goose bumps erupt across her body. "Come for me honey, I want it."

All it takes is seven little words for his fingers to milk her orgasm through. Heart leaping inside her chest as his soft kisses and mixed with the snap of his fingers she feels something snap inside with white, searing hot pleasure that temporarily blinds her.

Bucky doesn't offer a warning, the sudden feeling of his heavy cock is a burning but pleasure able stretch that causes a shriek to rip through her swollen lips.

Bucky's eyes roll back into his head as her pussy pretty much sucks his cock up inch by inch. Two cold fingers tease the bundle of nerves and rub circular motions as he sinks every inch of his cock until he's nestled so deep she feels him in her stomach. The delicious burn makes her lightheaded, so full of him it's hard to form words. She curses under her breath but Bucky barely notices, eyes fixated on the filthy sight of him stuffed so deep inside her. Hips against hips as he tries to press the rest but the intrusion sends sparks up her spine. Bucky stills, eyes finding hers for one last time before testing the waters with a deep, sensational thrust.

The squeal that falls from her lips is one of pleasure and pain but straight up sinful and he groans on his own accord as her cunt cleches around his throbbing cock.

"Such a sweet pussy, baby. She's so thirsty for me."

Hips snap faster and faster and he can't look away from the sight of his cock disappearing and reappearing into her silky opening over and over again. The sounds that fill the room are mixes of Bucky and hers followed by the slapping skin and squelches of her leaking juices. Pleasure tingles up his spine every time he hits that spot that makes her vision blur and drool gather at the corner of her lips.

"That's it, sweet pea. Taking me so good." He smirks as her mouth falls open but no words or sound come through, "Fucking you dumb, huh?"

His thighs shake, covered in her slick as his whole body erupts with heat. Stomach studying with the familar feeling of incoming relief. With every push of his hips come deep, rough strokes that hit that spot that makes her stomach ache.

Bucky loves the sounds she makes, how she begs for more and more, his hips rolling into her pussy which drips between the pair. It smears against his abdomen, leaks down his and her thighs.

Back arching off the mat, pushing him deeper inside of her, if that's even possible. A hand rest against the small of her back giving him a better angle to continue to fuck her senseless. “Buck, oh, so fucking good!"

"Yeah, princess? Still hate me?"

Half crescent form from his nails digging into the flesh of her hip and sweats drips down his chest and forehead. "I'm so close!"

The whine has him groaning with relief feeling his own balls tighten at the words. "Bucky, I have to cum - fuck!"

"Where do you want it, sweetheart?" Buck visibly chokes as another wave of heat warms his belly.

"In me, want to feel you in me!" No doubt in her mind she's going to feel him for weeks.

“Come for me.” The orgasm hits her like a truck - clenching around him so hard that his hips sputter but he continues to drive his dock so deep inside of her that her legs begin to shake.

He hits a spot so deep and explodes, lining his thick ropes of cum into her pussy and stuffs her to the brink. There's so much as it drips from where the two are still connected but he doesn't dare move. Taking a few seconds to recover against the cushion of her chest with deep breathes.

Bucky rests on his elbows as fingers hook behind her neck to gently being her eyes to his own. Eyes so lovingly soak in every beautiful mark of her face as soft digits rub against her hairline as the mechanical arms holds her whole head in his palm. Gentle lips press against her own, a soft kiss that he pulls away with a smile. "I always thought you were beautiful."

His fingers move the hairs from her forehead to press a kiss to her still red cheek as she speaks, "I never hated you."

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pairings: bucky barnes x reader, steve rogers, alpine warnings: about: requested! Some really wholesome fluff of Bucky coming back from a long mission (i may have gotten carried away and barely included the fluff i am so sorry)

“i miss you.”

“i miss you too.”

the words are an echo now, your tongue so used to the taste of them that it has become as habitual as i love you; so constant, the pain is a throb you’re afraid to nudge, the ruby of the blood in them resting in the crevices of the soft smile that bucky can’t see.

“i don’t think this is fair,” you say into the phone, lightly tugging on a strand of your hair in bitten-down frustration. “this isn’t fair,” you decide instead, pupils catching on the faded blue of the shirt bucky left behind before leaving, completely void of the remnants of him that used to settle you.

“i know,” bucky agrees from the phone, voice not as kind as you know it is with the gravel of the phone. “i’m sorry, honey.”

“it’s not your fault,” you shrug, uncaring that he can’t see the action. “this is just so—two weeks is two weeks, you know? it’s unfair. you should be able to go home by now.”

“you don’t know how bad i wanna go home, sweetheart,” bucky replies, “steve is not a tidy guy and i miss my girls.”

at the mention of her, alpine meows, nudging your arm with her head. you smooth her fur down, cooing softly at her. “we miss you too,” you tell him honestly, eyeing the picture with him you have on your nightstand. “are you sure it’s only another two weeks?” you ask, having already resigned on fighting it after enough two weeks were added and bucky had been gone for nearly a month.

“that’s what they said. s’what i’m hoping. no more extensions because shield can’t get their shit together.” his tone is biting with frustration, the repetition of the excuse weary from his lips, angry because of the use.

“yeah,” you whisper instead of pointing it out. “i just want to get you home already. i don’t think i’ll let you leave for double the time this stupid fuckin’ mission took. i’ll hide you in my apartment if i have to.”

bucky’s laugh is just a glimpse filtered through the phone, but you grasp onto it anyways, running gentle fingers over the sound.

“i can’t wait,” he responds.

“me neither.”

it’s an unkind silence that settles between you two, steve’s bed whining about him moving reminding you further of the fact that bucky was so far away.

“please come home soon,” you blurt, unable to help the plead that you know is out of bucky’s control, but he understands, playing along with a smile of spiteful hope.

“i’ll be home before you know it.”

the call clicks when it ends, a soft sigh leaving your lips as your phone dims, your eyes landing on your reflection in your mirror.

-

“has steve been letting you sleep?” you question, phone between your ear and your shoulder as you move around the kitchen, trying to prepare the meal bucky usually makes you when you feel upset.

“of course not,” bucky retorts, steve’s muffled offense making you laugh lightly.

“i told you that you should’ve taken those ear things,” you remind, quickly turning to the timer to make sure you have enough time to make something extra.

“i know,” bucky replies sheepishly, “you’re always right, i dunno why i didn’t.”

“you’ll be back soon anyways,” you point out—hopefully, wishfully—as you begin to chop veggies.

“yeah,” bucky follows along, willing the fact that the words were out there, spoken like they were the truth to become so, even if previous experience had taught him otherwise. “‘m gonna be back soon, so it’s not gonna be a problem for long. but not one i’m gonna miss.”

you slow your pace with the knife to stare pointlessly at the carrots on your plate. “so how was today?” you ask the phone on the counter.

“it was a day. missions are no fun without you, you know that.”

“missions aren’t fun period,” you chuckle. “they’re missions. they’re dirty and bloody and exhausting.”

“but you can’t tell me they’re not more fun with me there with ya, doll.”

you smile even though he can’t see you, putting down the blade to forget about the carrots and set your chin in your hands. “you’re right, i can’t say that. missions are definitely fun with you there, even if you’re only distracting me the whole time.”

“you just look so pretty, i can’t help myself.”

you shake your head, sighing through a bashful smile as you laugh. “so you like the whole messy, tired assassin look i have going on?”

“i like all the looks.”

you groan, letting your head drop, face heating like it always does when bucky flirts with you, even if it’s through the crackle of your phone’s speakers. “stop talking me up, buck, you’re gonna give me a big head.”

“i gotta make sure you know,” bucky excuses, and you can imagine his nonchalant shrug as he says it, the easy way he praises you. the cold of your granite counter brings you back to your reality, the reminder that your image of him is just that; an image.

“i do know,” you admit, letting your head roll so your cheek is pressed again the table. “i do.”

there’s a sweet silence that is short-lived, because your smoke alarm begins to go off and steve begins to bark orders at your boyfriend, his commands screeching with urgency but drowned by the shrieks of your alarm. you hastily grab your phone as you finally look up to see the food you thought still had time too dark to be edible, your kitchen foggy with smoke.

“is everything okay?” you muster into your phone as you jog to your kitchen, turning off the stove and grabbing the pan of burnt food, wincing when you burn yourself.

“fuck,” bucky grunts, “something happened. what’s that sound?”

you nod without realizing he can’t see you, reaching up to turn off your alarm but remembering you can’t reach. “the smoke alarm, it’ll be fine. be safe, okay?”

“you too. i love you.”

you turn to grab a long wooden spoon to silence the sound you can’t reach, standing on your tiptoes to poke at it. “i love you too.”

the call ends with a click as the sounds finally quiet, and you’re left alone in your kitchen with burnt food and a hand cradled against your chest, worry already beginning to blossom at the bottom of your stomach.

-

“but everything’s okay now?” you ask for the third time, playing with the bandage on your hand as you ignore your cereal.

“steve made a really big deal out of nothing. i coulda kept you on,” bucky assures. “what was it that happened over there again?”

“i burnt some food,” you admit, mindlessly running gentle fingertips over the white dressing over your palm. “you distracted me,” you try to excuse.

“is that what happened the other times?” he teases.

“yes, actually,” you quip. “but i’ve decided to stave off actual stove cooking until you’re back. to be safe.”

“that seems smart. i don’t want you burning down the house.”

you ignore him, “i’ve been eating cereal for a lot of meals in the past two days.”

“unhealthy.”

“this is why i need you here,” you insist, “at least when you’re distracting me here, you can turn off the stupid smoke alarm quicker.”

“of course.”

“and i’ve never gotten burnt with you here.”

“you burned yourself?” bucky repeats, and you can hear some creaks in the background.

“only a little,” you murmur, “and cho got me all fixed up almost immediately.” you pick up a piece of cereal with your fingers, pushing it into your mouth, surprised at the fact that you’re not sick of it yet.

“are you eating cereal again? stop eating cereal with your hands, you’re going to hurt yourself more.”

you pause, surprised that he could tell. “no.”

“get a spoon.”

“i have one,” you pick it up, aimlessly mixing around the cereal in your mug to prove a point. “will you make me that thing i like when you come back?”

“whatever you want, honey.”

you sigh softly, the term of endearment hitting a part of you that makes you yearn. “i miss you again,” you complain.

bucky laughs, “me too.”

there’s a knock at the door that makes you stand, lazily heading to your door to sign for your package.

“when will you be back again?” you request.

“sooner than you think,” bucky answers cryptically, making you frown as you pull open the door.

“what does that me-”

you gasp when you see him on the other side of the door, exhaustion written across his features, blurred out by the happiness that makes his eyes shine once he sees you. he’s rolling his feet in anticipation of your reaction, grunting softly when you crash into him, letting your phone drop.

“bucky!” you greet excitedly, pulling him even closer when he wraps his arms around you.

“i came back a little early,” bucky informs, pressing his nose into your hair to press kisses along your crown. “i missed you.”

you shut your eyes as you melt in his embrace, treasuring his unfiltered voice and the warmth of him as he holds you. “i missed you too.”

there’s a pain that shoots up when your injured hand curls around his shirt, but you can’t find it in you to care as much when you finally get to breathe him in, realizing how much you truly missed your bucky, remembering how much you hated having him leave for so long.

bucky pulls away only so he can look into your eyes, giving you a relieved smile before he kisses you, nudging his nose against yours.

you draw back after a few seconds, letting your foreheads drop against each other, observing each other in all their reality. “i’m so glad you’re back,” you laugh shakily, overcome with the truth of it. your voice echoes back through your phones, making the both of you laugh as you move to hang up.

the call ends, but with the heat of bucky’s hand in yours, it doesn’t hurt to hear the click.

So i need this. like yesterday.

May I contribute

Bookworm! Bucky Barnes or Librarian! Bucky Barnes.

Like this man can open both books and legs.

Like one minute your both arguing over Shakespeare and the next he's having you read smut out loud as he gives you mindblowing orgasm again and again until you can barely make out the words on the page.

Paring: Chubby!Librarian Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 1.8K

Warnings: Smut, Minors DNI, 18+ only and always.

A/N: Don't copy, repost, rewrite or translate. I love likes, comments and reblogs! Written on my phone and unbeta’d

Normally Bucky is a bit shy and reserved. Content to spend his days among his books, making sure everything is in order in between helping people discover new authors.

Some days you stroll into the library to find him with his soft belly pressed into the counter, one elbow on the marble surface, a book in one hand, his lips parted as he reads.

When he’s really engrossed in a story, a wrinkle forms in the middle of his brows and he tucks his bottom lip between his teeth. His glasses perched atop his head as he squints at the page.

Occasionally his vibranium hand will sweep across the counter, gingerly searching for his cup of coffee or a snack, his eyes never leaving the words on the page.

You only heard him raise his voice once. Someone, a know it all, tried to insult one of his favorite writers and your soft-spoken librarian lost his shit.

It was beautiful.

The way his eyes widen and he spluttered before finding his voice, eloquently arguing his point as his voice deepened until the man backed away. You smiled to yourself, so proud of him. And you giggled behind your book when he immediately reverted to his shy self the second he realized he had a captivated audience.

A crimson blush swept up his neck to his rounded cheeks, his sky-blue eyes flitting to you. He nervously chewed the corner of his lip, debating with himself. Bucky wanted so desperately to speak to you, but he was worried you would think he was brash after his impromptu outburst.

Bucky looked down at his book with a frown, his brows pinched as he studied the cover, it’s not his usual reading material. As much as he loves the world of elves, knights and hobbits, he didn’t think he could impress you with his vast knowledge of the fantasy realms.

So 'how to ask a woman out in five easy steps' it was.

“Who’s the lucky lady?”

Bucky startled, flinging the book on the floor. You both glanced at it and then at each other. His blush deepened, his face getting hotter by the second until he was sure he was going to combust.

“Um, I wasn’t, I can’t read-I mean I can read, of course, I can read,” he huffed, laughing to hide his growing mortification as he tapped the counter, “but I wasn’t reading that,” he finished lamely.

“Whoever she is, I’m sure she’s worth it.” You said wistfully, setting your library card down.

“You are.”

Bucky sharply inhaled, as if he were trying to pull the words back into his mouth. His eyes flicked up, not sure what he was expecting to see, maybe a look of pity or worse disgust.

Instead, your face brightened, and you beamed, giving him a radiant smile so beautiful that it made him dizzy.

It took a few months but your sweet chubby boyfriend grew more confident around you.

Still sweet and shy as always until you discovered all you had to do was mix up elves and fairies, Roman and Greek mythology or gasp star trek with star wars and he would launch into these passionate tirades.

No, it’s not that you’re wrong Petal, it’s just that Zeus, well...he was nothing like Juno-he explained gingerly bordering between not wanting to hurt your feelings and being appalled by what you just told him-and hold on, hold on, I have a book.

Soon all you had to do was ask him to tell you about his favorite works and he would light up, clutching a book to his chest, his hand waving in the air as he spoke.

You could listen to him for hours, watching his mouth, occasionally breaking his concentration with kisses until his soft lips are swollen and he’s rattled.

Nothing compares to the sensation of him mumbling about a quest to reclaim a kingdom as he slowly melts into your kiss, his eyes fluttering shut as his words trail off into a moan.

Today his handsome face is flushed as he pushes his glasses back, fervently explaining why Langston Hughes doesn’t get enough credit. He’s pacing back and forth around the table as you scroll through your phone hidden in your book.

A particularly spicy scene draws your attention away from your man. Bucky’s rant tapers off to a suspicious hum as he watches you shift in your chair, your thighs clenching together. “Petal?”

You tap the screen trying not to squeal when the main character challenges the alpha.

“I can take it. Please.” You circle your hips, biting your lip when he grunts out a low, gravelly fuck. “Give it to me Alpha.”

You bite your index finger, thinking no you can’t, have you seen the size of his cock girl? You know can’t handle all that-

Bucky places his head on your shoulder. “What did you say?” His incredulous tone making you jump in the seat. Shit, did you say that aloud? Fuck.

“Oh hey Bucky,” you giggle, your face burning, damn it, you can’t let him see this, it’s just porn, you try to close the book over your phone but he places his hand on the page, tilting his chin towards you.

“Can’t handle a big cock, can you, Petal?”

“I-huh?”

Bucky picks up your phone, his eyes scanning across the page. “Remember, you begged for this,” he reads, his voice lowering, the unmistakable lust in his tone has you so damn wet.

Bucky places his cold vibranium knuckles on your jaw and pushes, just enough to turn your face to his, your lips brushing over his. “Is that what you like Petal?” He hums, his tongue darting across your bottom lip. “You wanna be my good girl?”

Fuck yes you do so badly. Hearing those words on his tongue has you dripping, your clit pulsating, begging for his touch.

“You want me to eat your sweet pussy until you beg me to stop.” He kisses right over your pulse point, fuck it’s getting hard to breathe. He’s not done, his lips ghosting across your ear. “You always taste so fuckin good Petal, you can fuck my face as much as you want.”

You whimper as he bites down on your earlobe. What happened to your sweet boyfriend and how are you so wet. Bucky places your phone on your lap, stepping around you, letting his finger trail across the back of your neck and you shiver, feeling those cold smooth digits go up your jaw until he’s tilting your chin up.

“Gonna split you open on my cock, fuck you so hard you won’t walk straight for days-“ he promises. “But first I want you to do something for me, Petal.”

“Oh god, please I can’t Bucky,” Your sheets scrunched in your fist as you cry out. “Please, Bucky.”

A deep thrust has you keening, your walls clenching down over his thick cock, sensations clawing up your belly as his swollen tip finds that sweet spot. fuckfuckfuck, that feels so good.

“You’re taking me so well, Petal, being so good for me,” he praises, his soft belly grazing over your back as he thrusts into you. “Keep going pretty girl.”

You rock your hips back, craving more friction, needing just a little more to put you over the edge. Bucky pulls back with a soft tut as you drop your weight your forearms. You want to scream please Bucky, but you know what he wants.

You lift your head, blinking, trying to clear your blurry vision, the words swimming across the screen. “You swear you’re being split into two, ah fuck,” you gasp, his hips snapping faster into your tight pussy, a burst of pleasure has you pounding your fist on the bed.

You have to keep reading, fuck you’re almost there, the coil in your belly forming an almost painful knot as his strokes quicken. It’s hard to concentrate with him fucking you so good, but you know what’s about to happen if you finish and your pussy throbs around him.

You take a deep breath in, “-into two as he moves deeper and deeper,” the words spill out into an incomprehensible jumble.

Bucky places his hands on your waist, lifting his leg on the bed and he slams into you, thrusting so deeply needing you to feel every ridge and vein against your wet velvety walls, wanting you to cum for him. Your back arches as the intense sharp sensations burn across every fiber of your being, the coil shattering with each filthy sloppy grind of his cock into your aching cunt, your loud frantic moans drowning out his that’s it, that’s my girl.

Bucky’s own frenzied grunts echoing in the room, his pace erratic as he chases his high, your warmth squeezing him tighter until he spills inside you, filling you with his thick, hot cum as he praises you for making him feel so good, keep milking my cock, that’s it just like that, fuck you’re so good petal.

You collapse on the bed, arms splayed out, you vaguely hear your phone clattering to the floor as you sigh, soaking in the blissful sensations as your pussy pulsates, the small aftershocks of your orgasm vibrating through you.

Bucky pulls out of you with a wet plop, grinning at his cum seeping out of your puffy cunt. He lies beside you, a sweaty pleased smile on his face, propping his head on his palm.

“How was that Petal?” He asks eagerly, as if he didn’t just fuck your brains out.

You nod, panting heavily through your nose. “Where did that come from?”

Bucky sits up, stretching his arms behind his back. “I saw all those Alpha male books you’ve been hiding from me.”

He chuckles at your shocked squeak, dipping his head to give you a tender, loving kiss. “I may have read one or two and figured why not give my girl what she wants.”

“I’ll be right back,” Bucky smacks your ass, his fingers soothing away the sting before climbing out of bed. Your mouth drops open as you stare at your boyfriend. “Gotta get you cleaned up.”

He saunters to the bathroom, pausing in the doorway. Piercing blue eyes capture yours and your stomach drops from the look he’s giving you. Your heart skips a breath as his lips curl into a mischievous smirk. “Oh and Petal, I may have downloaded some books we can reenact. If you want of course.”

You dive off the bed, snatching your phone off the floor. You fumble through the apps until you find your kindle. And then you see what he bought, oh hell yes, hell fucking yes, you’re so excited you almost throw your phone.

“And Petal,” he starts, waiting for you to look up at him, “I got a few things in my personal collection I can’t wait to show you.”

“More books?” You ask, eyes widening when he shrugs. “Bucky what-what things?”

He winks. “You’ll see.”

ugh he’s so hot

You know what the issue is with the world? Everyone wants a magical solution to all of their problem, and everyone refuses to believe in magic.