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PHOBOPHOBIA: THE FEAR OF FEAR

Originally posted by theartofimagining13

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: ~1620

Summary: Bucky’s POV; It’s been nearly thirty years since you were separated from the man you called Зимние, Zimniye, Winter. He was made to forget you, and he never knew why. What had the two of you done wrong? Now that he’s found you again… well…

Warnings: This is pure fluff, guys.


I run out to the moving truck, reaching to take the box from (Y/N)’s hands.

“I got it, baby.”

She smiles, handing the box off to me and skipping to the front door. Steve waits there.

“Is that the last one?” he calls, stepping out onto the porch.

“Yeah,” she says, “and thanks for helping us move in, Steve.”

“You don’t have to thank me. You didn’t even have to ask.”

“Still…”

Steve nods, hugging her around her shoulders and pulling her into his side, “You’re welcome.”

I take the couple of steps onto the porch. (Y/N) goes inside first. I follow in behind her with Steve on my heels. Just as I set the last box down in the kitchen, (Y/N)’s phone starts to ring.

“Kitten! Your phone!”

“Answer it! It’s probably just Nat.”

I swipe up the little piece of tech from the wooden counter, pressing the answer key and putting the phone to my ear.

“(Y/N)’s phone.”

“Next time you can pick up the paint!”

I chuckle, “Calm down, Romanoff, and tell me what happened.”

“They mixed the wrong color twice! Like, dude, I gave you the paint card. Just make my color!”

I sigh, listening to her frustrated groaning for a few moments before she finally sighs.

“I’m fine. Did you guys get the truck unpacked?”

“Just brought the last box in.”

“Alright, well, I’m picking up the food now so I should be there in about twenty minutes.”

“I’ll let (Y/N) know.”

“See you in a bit.”

I end the call and set the phone back down. When I go into the living room, I find several open boxes but no (Y/N) or Steve, save for their voices from down the hall as they discuss the paint colors. I decide to leave the to it, going to sit on the couch.

I smile, looking down at my left hand. Specifically, I’m looking down at the dark-colored, titanium band that graces the ring finger of my metal hand. It’s amazing one seemingly insignificant piece of metal can mean the world.

It was after Siberia, after France… When we got back to the states and our future finally felt like it was ours for the taking, (Y/N) and I sat down to discuss just that. I told her I wanted to do right by her. I told her I had everything intention of marrying her one day.

She looks at me, smiling as she says, “Why wait?”

“What are you saying?”

“I’m saying it’s been long enough, Bucky. I love you. You love me. So what the hell are we waiting for?”

“You’re serious.”

“One hundred percent. We could go right now.”

I chuckle, shaking my head and taking her hand, “Let’s take a couple of weeks, make sure this is something we can even legally do.”

Turns out it was not.

Fury had been working for months to get (Y/N)’s citizenship reestablished. Because she was born overseas, it took a little longer than expected. As luck would have it, her new birth certificate came in a week and a half later. Also in that two weeks, Steve and I got new suits. (Y/N) and Nat found the “perfect dresses”. We bought our rings.

I pull mine off my finger, leaning forward into the light from the window. Our initials, carved in a beautiful scripted, on either side of the word ‘FOREVER’ written in Russian, a language we both, at one time or another, feared.

As I slide it back on, I look around our living room. A couple of months after saying “I do”, we started looking for a place of our own. We found this little fixer-upper just outside the city, not too far from the Avengers facility. Three bedrooms. Two bathrooms. A decently-sized kitchen that flowed right into the living room. A massive backyard.

(Y/N)’s favorite part is the bay window in our bedroom; it overlooks the backyard. We had the seat converted into storage space, the perfect place for her to store her books or whatever.

At first, I was worried because it more or less out of our price range, but she loved it. I loved it. It seemed like the perfect place, if the universe willed it, for us to raise a family. Much to my surprise, while Steve was trying  to help me work out what to do, Tony walked in and offered pay for it, in full and in cash if that would guarantee it would be ours.

“Tony, I_”

“Look, Barnes, don’t get all sentimental. We’re in a good place, you and I, and I like (Y/N). While I’m doing this for you, it’s mostly for her.”

I nod my head, still in slight disbelief, smiling as I look up at him, “Whatever your reasoning, thank you.”

He even covered the repairs and renovation. Clint chipped in his expertise on that. It took a month to get the paperwork finalized and get whatever permits we needed for the work. It took another two months to get everything finished. We spent another month packing and picking out furniture.

She insisted we do the painting ourselves. I agreed assuming it was just her way of reassuring herself that this was, in fact, her home.

“A little help would be nice!”

I jump up at the sound of Natasha’s voice, running out to her help her get the paint cans and supplies from the car. She carries two large take-out bags, walking ahead of me and into the house. (Y/N) runs out from the back, impatiently waiting for Natasha to unbag the food.

Once she finds her, she takes up a plastic fork and disappears into the living room. The girls sit on the couch. I sit at (Y/N)’s feet, leaning back against the couch, while Steve sits next to me, turned to face us. We talk about a little bit of everything, laughing and just genuinely enjoying the moment.

“So,” (Y/N) says, running her fingers back through my hair, “I was thinking about accent walls.”

“What?” I ask, laying my head back against the couch and looking at her upside down .

“In the bedrooms. I know we’re doing the walls in that dark beige you liked, but I want more color. So I had Nat pick up some extra colors. Dark red for our room. Then dark purple or dark blue for each of the other rooms. What do you think?”

“Sounds good to me, though I don’t know how I feel about that purple.”

She smiles and leans down to kiss my forehead, “I think you’ll like it.”

We’ve finished eating by the time the others finally arrive. From there we split off into five groups. Steve and I work in the back room across from the master. Tony and Bruce take the master, and Thor and Vision take the third room. Clint and Sam work in the living room, putting together what furniture they can. (Y/N), Natasha and Wanda start in the kitchen, unpacking what they can.

We’ve finished the other three walls. I stare down at the two cans of the colored paint, screwdriver in hand. I sigh, kneeling down to open them up and slightly dreading the sight of the color to come. I feel my brow raise when the first color turns out to be a sort of hot pink. I pry the lid from the other can and find a sort of blue-gray color inside.

“Hey, Kitten, can you come here for a minute?”

“Coming!”

She and the others arrive in the doorway a few moments later.

“What’s wrong?”

“Didn’t you say purple and blue?”

She nods, biting her lip.

“Well, that’s not what we have here.” She smiles, and my brow raises again, “You knew that, didn’t you?”

She walks into the room and grabs both paint lids from the floor, “Bucky, tell me what you see.”

“I see pink, and I see blue.”

“Uh-huh. What do people usually associate those colors with?”

I don’t know why my mind isn’t grasping what she’s getting at. From somewhere behind me, I hear sounds indicating Steve’s understanding.

“Think, Bucky.” (Y/N) says with a laugh.

Finally, a few more minutes of staring at the paint and looking into her eyes, it dawns on me. My eyes go wide, my hand flying up to cover my mouth as my vision blurs a bit. I drop my gaze to her stomach. I put my hands on her sides, my palms on either side of her belly.

“Really?”

She nods, “Yeah.”

“We’ll give you two a minute.” Steve says, patting my back before leaving the room.

Once everyone’s gone, we both take a seat on the floor, her hands in mine.

“I didn’t even think it was possible.”

“I know. Me either, but I got curious one day. I asked Bruce if there was a way to find out if they’d done anything, you know, sterilization or whatever. He called in a couple of favors. They ran blood tests and things got a little,” she chuckles softly, “invasive. After everything, they told me I should no problem conceiving if we were trying. I know we weren’t exactly trying, but…” her voice trails off as she crawls over to me, “Are you okay?”

“I’m just processing.” I meet her gaze as a tear finally breaks from my eyes, “I’m gonna be a father.”

She nods, “Are you scared?”

I shake my head, “No. Not even in the slightest.”

I move to stand on my knees. She leans back but after a moment does the same. I cradle her jaw in my hands, pressing my lips to hers.

We earned this, this freedom, this happiness.

Fear is forgotten, and for the first time, in a long time, hope is the overwhelming emotion.


So, the main part of this story has come to an end, but I’ve been doing some thinking over the last few days. I want to do a sort of miniseries that will expand on Bucky’s flashbacks and dig a little deeper into their relationship. I just wonder if that’s something you guys will be interested in.


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Okay, I want to talk about something. I think about this a lot; ever since Captain America: Civil War came out. And anytime someone says Bucky is a villain.

This particular scene hits me like a ton of bricks.

This part absolutely rips my heart to shreds. Bucky wanted to get away from everything. He was trying so hard to stay low and try to live in the dark; run away from his life with Hydra. A life he didn’t choose nor want; he was forced. 

Bucky Barnes is not a villain. It hurts me when I look into his eyes in this scene, and I couldn’t imagine him being a villain. All he knew was fighting. Whether he was fighting against someone Hydra ordered the Winter Soldier to, or Tony when he was James Buchanan Barnes. 

All he knows is fighting. All along, he was fighting against the Winter Soldier, fighting against his mind–doing anything he could to stop the Winter Soldier from taking over. 

His eyes are screaming “Help me.” 

“I’m sorry I fell off the train protecting you, help me.” 

“I’m sorry I took the lives of innocent people, help me.” 

“I’m sorry I almost killed my best friend, help me.” 

“I’m sorry I’m coming in between you and your other best friend, help me.” 

“I’m sorry I can’t understand why you think I’m worth it, help me.” 

“I’m sorry.”

“Help me.”

Young

Note: HI HI! YAY I ACTUALLY GOT TO WRITE A REQUEST! (take that, writers block!) phew, this one was…wow. I hope you like it! FEEDBACK IS WELCOME!!!! ♥♥♥ .c

Request: Age gap kink! Where reader is significantly younger than Bucky(still legal obviously) daddy kink, reader gets off on him being older maybe calling reader little girl, if you decide a fem reader, jokingly Idk idk, I love your writing thank you for blessing my eyes with it

Originally posted by seredelgi


Being the youngest Avenger was fun for the most part. You were like the team baby, though you weren’t that young. Everyone just treated you like a little kid, but you didn’t mind. You just hated when they would tease you all the time.

Out of everyone, Bucky was definitely your favorite on the team if you had to choose. You warmed up to him rather quickly and you fell for him overtime. You knew he was much older than you, even if you didn’t really count the years he was frozen and an active assassin for HYDRA. There was no chance you’d ever land someone his age, but that didn’t stop you from daydreaming about him.


Natasha smiled as she walked into the room, her white teeth on display. You were brought out of your thoughts by her voice, the tv show you had playing was now background noise. “Y/N! Do you want to go out for drinks with us?” She asked excitedly, Tony joining her just after she asked.

Before you could answer, Tony shook his head. “No. Definitely not.” He said, making you frown. “But, I-” You started only to be silenced as he held up his hand. “Not old enough.” Tony said firmly, his signature “dad” look on his face. Nat rolled her eyes at the man and crossed her arms.

“That’s not fair! I could at least just go for the music!” You exclaimed, trying to reason with Tony. “Go where for what music?” Steve asked as he walked in the room with Bucky by his side.

“Drinks.” Tony answered with a sigh. “I don’t see the issue with her just going to chill out, Tony.” Nat said as she tried to persuade Tony into letting you go.

“Well, it isn’t really a scene for the young ones, Y/N.” Steve said, siding with Tony. You gasped and creased your eyebrows together. “Seriously!? I’m not that young!“ You shouted, getting rather angry with everyone. “I can kill people, but I can’t go to a club?” You snapped, looking at Tony.

Bucky was silent, not wanting to get on your bad side. “You aren’t going. I’ll have someone stay here with you.” Tony said as he checked his watch. You let out a high pitched squeal. “Now I have to have a baby sitter!?” You gaped at Tony, standing from your spot on the couch. Tony sighed. “Yes.” He simply said before leaving the room.

You groaned and fell back onto the couch, stuffing a pillow over your face. “I tried, Y/N.” Nat said sadly as she walked out. Steve joined her and you thought Bucky had too, until he cleared his throat. “I can stay if you want.” He said, sitting down beside you. You moved the pillow and set it down, looking over at Bucky. “You don’t have to.” You sighed.

He smiled and nudged your shoulder. “I want to. I’m not really into the whole nightclub scene.” Bucky explained, his arms crossing over his chest. Your eyes trailed along his muscles and you bit your lip. Maybe staying in wouldn’t be so bad after all. “Uh, yeah sure. That’d be cool.” You said softly, your mind racing with the thought of being alone with Bucky.


The team had finally left to go party and you were ready to start the movie you picked out for the night. You had quickly threw on a tank top with some yoga shorts, wanting to get more comfortable, while Bucky was in the kitchen getting ready to pop some popcorn.

“Are you almost done?” You asked with a smile. Bucky turned to face you and his eyes landed on your exposed legs. “Y-yeah! Um, do you want butter?” Bucky cleared his throat, averting his eyes away from your body. You smirked and walked over to him. “Do you want it?” You asked softly, crossing your arms.

Bucky raised his eyebrows, his eyes falling to your breasts. “W-what?” He asked, his wide eyes meeting yours. “Butter?” You giggled, tilting your head gently. Bucky gasped, “Oh! I don’t mind.” He said with a chuckle. You blushed a little, moving to get some out of the refrigerator.

After popping the popcorn, drizzling melted butter on it, and settling down on the couch, you started the movie. A few moments in, you reached for the bowl and your hand bumped into Bucky’s. You looked over and he smiled, letting you go first.

A giggle fell from your lips when you watched him get a handful, shoving it in his mouth. “You’re gonna choke.” You said with a smile, watching Bucky shake his head. 

“Nah.” He muffled through his food, only causing another loud giggle to sound through you. Bucky jokingly shushed you and you turned your attention back to the movie. You were stuffing your face with popcorn like Bucky had been doing, only because the scene before you was so thrilling. 

“No, don’t go in there!” You yelled out, sitting up in your seat. Bucky was watching you, but you didn’t notice. He chuckled softly as you gasped. “Don’t! No! He’s-WHY DID YOU GO IN THERE!” You shouted, throwing your hands up in the air.

The male screams coming from the movie only frustrated you more. “Idiot.” You pouted, stuffing more popcorn in your mouth. Bucky laughed harder and you turned to look at him. “Stop laughing, that was so bad.” You sighed with a frown. Bucky shook his head and moved the popcorn bowl from in between the two of you.

He scooted closer to you and smiled at you. Your heart started racing and you gulped nervously. “I’m not laughing at that, I’m laughing at the butter on your face.” Bucky chuckled. 

You gasped and your face turned red. “Oh, sorry.” You whispered, moving your hand to wipe it away. Before you could, Bucky’s right hand moved up to wipe it off with his thumb. Your breath hitched in your throat and he was about to pull his hand away, but you softly gripped his wrist. He stopped moving and watched you closely.

Keeping his hand in place, you leaned forward slowly, keeping your eyes on Bucky’s while his remained focused on your mouth. Your lips rubbed against his thumb and you opened your mouth, taking it in and sucking off the butter.

A gasp fell from Bucky’s lips as he watched you suck his thumb clean. A smile tugged at the corners of your lips as you pulled away with a pop. Bucky gulped and his eyes met yours. 

Winking at him, you turned back to the movie. Bucky cleared his throat and you knew that you had reeled him in. Sure, he’s way older than you, but it’s not like he stopped you while you sucked on his finger.

The movie continued and Bucky kept shifting in his seat, causing you to become distracted. “Are you okay?” You asked, looking over at him. Bucky nervously looked at you and nodded. “I-I’m fine. Excuse me.” He muttered before bolting off the couch and out of the room. You frowned, staring at his empty spot on the couch.

You paused the movie so he wouldn’t miss anything, but as the minutes ticked by, you were worried you had upset Bucky. You left the room and went to find him, hoping your thoughts were incorrect. Deciding you should check his room first, you took the elevator up and continued your search.

Bucky’s door was cracked open and you gently knocked on it before stepping inside. You could see Bucky sitting on the edge of his bed with his head in his hands. “Bucky?” You asked softly, walking inside of his room. His head shot up and his cheeks turned red. “H-hey.” He choked out, resting his hands on his thighs.

You walked closer and stood in front of him, tucking your hair behind your ear. “I’m sorry if I did something wrong.” You said softly, watching him closely. He sighed and shook his head, scratching the back of his neck. “No, no. You didn’t, I just-you’re-” Bucky stumbled over his words. You nodded as you caught the hint.

“You think I’m too young.” You said with a sad scoff. You sighed and bit your lip. Bucky looked up at you and groaned. “Stop biting your lip, Y/N. Y-You drive me crazy when you do that.” Bucky said lowly, his eyes lifting to meet yours. Slowly releasing your lip, you creased your eyebrows. “I’ll just go.” You breathed before turning to leave Bucky’s room.

You felt his hand grasp onto your wrist, stopping you. “Don’t.” Bucky said, his voice laced with authority and dominance. It sent a shiver down your spine and you turned to face Bucky with wide eyes. He was breathing heavily and he swallowed thickly. “Dammit, I’m sorry. Y/N, you’re just-fuck it.” Bucky said before pulling you closer  to him.

You stumbled over your feet and Bucky pulled you onto his lap, your legs either side of his waist. He looked down at you and let his hands run over your thighs, squeezing you. 

Your heart was racing and you could feel the heat rising up your neck, reaching your cheeks. Bucky looked at you and you held onto his biceps, the muscles flexing as he moved his hands against your skin.

Bucky leaned in slowly, gauging your reaction for what was about to happen. When you didn’t pull away, he kept moving until he closed the space between your lips. 

You let out a soft moan into the kiss and your eyes fluttered shut as your hands moved to rest around Bucky’s neck. Letting your fingers rake through his hair, he groaned against your mouth as you tugged on his long locks. Your tongues danced together, his winning the dominance.

Pulling away for air, you leaned your forehead against Bucky’s. He chuckled deeply and you hummed. “I’ve wanted to do that for so long.” You whispered, pulling away to look into his eyes. Bucky licked his lips and nodded. “I was afraid you thought I was too old for you.” Bucky admitted, his hands moving under your tank top.

You let out a giggle, the sound making Bucky’s heart flutter. “I was afraid you thought I was too young.” You said softly, watching Bucky’s eyes land on the exposed skin of your stomach. The contrast between his hands made you shiver. “No way, I love it.” Bucky said, leaning in to press his lips to your neck.

You moaned softly and tilted your head to give him more access. His teeth nipped at your sweet spot and you let out a whimper. “Oh, Daddy.” You breathed out, your eyes widening at what you just said. Bucky stopped his movements, his lips ghosting over your skin, his warm breath causing goosebumps to cover your body.

Bucky pulled away from your neck and met your eyes. “What did you just call me?” Bucky asked, his chest rising up and down heavily. You gulped and blushed hard, biting your lip. “Daddy.” You whispered, hoping you didn’t offend him. Bucky growled and stood up, throwing you onto his bed.

You smiled as you bounced, only for the smile to fade as Bucky hovered above you. He gripped your wrists and held them above your head. You gasped as he ground his hips into yours. “Are you gonna be a good little girl for me, Y/N?” Bucky asked, his metal hand grasping both of your wrists as his flesh hand moved underneath your tank top.

He squeezed your breast and you whined, moving your hips against his, doing anything to soothe the ache in between your legs. “Yes, Bucky.” You breathed softly. Bucky pulled his hand away and shook his head. “No, you know what to call me.” Bucky said, kissing your collarbones. You licked your lips, loving how plump and wet his felt against your skin.

“Yes, Daddy.” You corrected yourself, hearing an appreciative groan from Bucky. “Good little girl.” He whispered, both of his hands moving to lift your tank top off of you. The cool air in the room made your nipples harden immediately and Bucky hummed before grasping your breasts in his hands. “You’re so beautiful.” Bucky whispered, leaning down to twirl his tongue around one of your nipples.

Your hand flew to his hair, tangling your fingers in it. “Daddy, please.” You whimpered, tugging on his hair. Bucky smirked and moved to your other breast, giving it the same attention. Your panties became wetter the more Bucky used his tongue on you, and you wanted so desperately to feel it on your pussy.

Bucky kissed his way down your torso, his fingers pulling down your shorts as he got closer to your core. He threw your shorts behind him and pressed his lips against your hip, his fingers softly rubbing down your clothed pussy. Your hips jerked at the contact and Bucky chuckled. “You’re so sensitive, baby.” Bucky said with a smile, his eyes meeting yours.

You blushed and bit your lip as you sat up on your elbows. Bucky kissed along your thighs as he pulled your panties down and off of you. He kissed his way back up and his eyebrows creased as he moaned at the sight of you. “This is the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen. Oh, Doll.” Bucky said as his fingers dug into your thighs.

He spread your legs further apart and your heart started to race again. Bucky leaned in and stuck his tongue out, licking along your pussy lips. You gasped and watched him closely. Applying more pressure, he teased your clit with the tip of his tongue. “Daddyyy.” You whined, lifting your hips up.

Bucky held your hips down with his metal arm and you huffed. “Be a good little girl.” Bucky scolded you, his eyes meeting yours. You nodded and watched as he leaned back down, licking from your entrance to your clit, circling his tongue around it. “Oh, fuck!” You squealed, falling down onto your back.

Your thighs threatened to close shut around Bucky’s head, only to be stopped by him. He sucked your clit into his mouth, the obscene noises only driving you crazier. Bucky’s tongue was so thick and long, and you could feel his smirk against you as he toyed with your pussy while you turned into a moaning mess beneath him.

You gasped as you felt one of Bucky’s fingers gently slide into you, curling against your g-spot. Your hands found their way into his hair once again, tugging as hard as you could. 

He growled, sending the vibrations right through you. Bucky pulled away and kissed your inner thigh, inserting another finger. “Cum, little girl. Cum for Daddy.” Bucky growled, pumping his fingers in and out of you faster, the wet noises filling the room.

Bucky leaned back down to capture your clit in his mouth and you felt your pussy clench around his long fingers. “Daddy, I’m gonna cum!” You screamed, arching your back and grinding your hips against Bucky’s face. His other hand reached up to grasp your breast and your legs shut around Bucky’s head as you started to cum.

You could hear and feel him moaning against you, his fingers and mouth not faltering in their movements. He rode out your orgasm and you tried to move away, but Bucky held you down even harder than before. 

Your breathing was heavy as you watched him continue making out with your pussy. His hair framed his face and his cheekbones were much more prominent as he sucked all around your pussy, his tongue delving in your lips. The sight of him looking up at you was all too much and you felt another orgasm fast approaching.

As you came down, Bucky stripped himself of his clothes. You smiled as he hovered above you and he pressed his lips to yours again. You looked in between your bodies and saw Bucky’s cock leaking pre-cum, the tip a bright red from him being so hard. It was thick and a tad longer than you would’ve imagined.

Bucky could sense your nervousness and he rubbed your cheek with the pad of his thumb. You looked up at him and blushed. “We don’t have to.” Bucky said softly. You quickly shook your head. “Please, I want to…Daddy.” You whispered the last part and that was it for Bucky. He grabbed your legs and wrapped them around his waist, gently sliding into you.

You whimpered at the feeling of being stretched so much and Bucky was clearly trying his best to hold back until you adjusted to his size. Your legs tightened around Bucky’s waist and he groaned, squeezing his eyes shut. “Fuck, you’re so tight. Aren’t you, little girl?” Bucky cooed, resting his forehead against yours.

A moan fell from your lips as Bucky finally slid all the way in. Bucky’s head fell into the crook of your neck and you urged him to start moving. He pulled his hips back slowly and you bit your lip, the feeling of him sliding in and out of you clouding your mind. “You can go faster.” You breathed, digging your nails into Bucky’s back.

He groaned and started to pick up speed, reaching even deeper as he slid back inside of you. “Such a good little girl.” Bucky choked out, his lips pressing kisses all along your chest. You cried out, feeling his tip brush against your g-spot. “Oh, Daddy! Right there!” You gasped, wanting him to hit it again.

Bucky growled, looking down at you. You watched his face as he slid out and slammed back inside of you, your breath catching in your throat as you watched his face contort with pleasure. 

Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as he started to pound into you, harder and faster than before. “There?” Bucky asked with a smirk, his hips slamming into yours relentlessly.

You opened your eyes to look at Bucky again and let your eyes fall to his hips. You could see his thick cock glistening with wetness as he entered you and pulled out. 

Bucky moved away from you and sat on his knees, pulling your hips closer to him. His flesh hand rested on your lower belly as he thrust back in. “There I am, fucking shit.” Bucky groaned, his cock reaching so deep.

Bucky hovered above you again and pressed his lips to yours, his tongue licking your bottom lip. You moaned and let his tongue play with yours. You felt the familiar tingle of an orgasm approaching soon after. “Daddy, I’m close!” You squealed as Bucky kept fucking you, the headboard slamming against the wall. “Does Daddy’s little girl want to cum?“ Bucky rasped, his hands gripping the pillow beside your head.

You moaned even louder, tugging on Bucky’s hair tightly. “Oh, yes please!” You screamed, your pussy clenching around his cock again. “Look at me when you cum, Y/N.” Bucky moaned, his metal hand wrapping around your throat. He added a little pressure and that’s all it took for you to come undone beneath him.

Moans and squeals fell from your lips as your eyes struggled to focus on Bucky’s. “Oh, Daddy yes!” You moaned, gripping onto his arm. You could feel hot spurts of his cum shooting inside of you, coating your fucked walls. “Fuuuck!” Bucky growled, his thrusts deep and hard as he rode out his orgasm.

Your legs trembled around his waist and your pussy was so full, you could feel your mixed cum running down onto the bed beneath you. Bucky pulled out of you slowly and collapsed beside you, a chuckle leaving his lips. “Such a good little girl.” Bucky mumbled as he wrapped his arm over your waist.

You blushed again and turned to look at Bucky with a smile. “Yeah?” You asked shyly, biting your lip. Bucky nodded and kissed your cheek. “Mm, so good. Let me clean you up, okay?” Bucky said before leaving the bed and disappearing into his bathroom.

After Bucky cleaned you both up and changed his sheets, he gave you his shirt to put on while slipping on a clean pair of boxers. You yawned and got underneath his blankets, watching Bucky join you shortly after. He pulled you into his warm chest and you pressed a kiss to his neck. 

“Bucky?” You whispered after a few moments of silence. He looked down at you, his thumb tracing circles on your waist. “Yes, Y/N?” He asked, kissing your forehead. 

“So, I’m not too young for you?” You asked, nervously looking up at him. Bucky smiled and pulled you closer, draping your leg over his waist. “Definitely not. It’s a turn on for me, but I do like you a lot, Y/N.” Bucky said softly, his eyes on yours.

You smiled widely and leaned in to kiss him, your hand moving to rest in his hair. You could feel his cock twitch against your thigh and you giggled. “No way. Not yet.” You said, watching Bucky blush. “I know, I’m sorry.” He chuckled, pulling you in for another kiss.

Note: I seriously hope this doesn’t disappoint :( .c

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Clingy

Note: If this is too short, I apologize! FEEDBACK IS WELCOME! Thank you for the request, sweets! .c

Request: the boys tease bucky over him being a clingy and protective boyfriend pls :)

Originally posted by littlemisssyreid



Ever since you became a couple, or even started liking each other, Bucky was always by your side. Everyone in the Avengers tower knew that if they needed to know where you or Bucky were, they’d always find you two together. If Bucky wasn’t jumping in front of a bullet for you, he was snuggling so close to you, you could feel his heart thudding against his chest. You loved being with Bucky as much as he loved being with you.

Bucky was searching all throughout the tower for you, his eyebrows creased and his eyes speedily scanning around every room he walked into. You weren’t in bed with him when he woke up and it was making him nervous. He needed to be around you at all times, or else he feels like you’re in some sort of danger. The guys on the team always tease him and say he’s clingy and overprotective. Bucky always shrugged them off and said he’s neither of those, but deep down, he knew it was probably true. But he didn’t care and neither did you.

You were sitting in the kitchen, eating your breakfast and laughing as Wanda taught Vision how to make pancakes from scratch. It wasn’t the most easiest thing to learn when you can’t even eat the food. You shook your head as you giggled, watching Vision send you a confused glance. And possibly a silent cry for help.

Suddenly, you felt two arms wrap around your shoulders, the left one feeling cold. You smiled and leaned against Bucky’s chest, patting his forearms resting on you. “Morning, handsome.” You said softly with a smile. His face nuzzled in your neck and he inhaled your light scent of body wash. “You weren’t in bed.” He muttered sleepily, swaying against you.

You frowned slightly and nodded. “I know, I wanted you to sleep in a little.” You replied, tilting your head to kiss his cheek. He sighed and moved his arms to slither around your waist, pulling you even closer. Before he could reply, you heard chuckles coming from the kitchen table.

“Bucky, you’re so clingy.” Sam said with a head shake as he stuffed his mouth with food. You rolled your eyes at the way he was eating like an animal. “He is not.” You defended Bucky, hearing him whimper against you.

“He kind of is.” Clint added as he poured himself a third glass of milk. Tony snatched the jug from Clint’s hand just as he finished pouring it and angrily looked at him. “Wanna buy yourself a cow to keep around or buy a jug every two days?” Tony snapped at Clint, screwing the cap back on.

Clint rolled his eyes and moved back to the kitchen table, a few laughs sounding through the room. Bucky rested his chin on top of your head, pulling you further against him. You were on a stool at the kitchen island, so your whole back was pressed against Bucky, not an inch of space between the two of you.

“Tony, tell Spam and Clit that Bucky isn’t clingy.” You said as you took a bite of your own food. Steve snorted at the silly nicknames and you heard Nat laughing into her hand, her cheeks almost as red as her hair. You could feel the chuckle vibrating against your back from Bucky. The two men glared at you and you shrugged at them.

“No, he’s most definitely clingy.” Tony stated with a cocky grin. You groaned and rolled your eyes, shaking your head. Bucky sighed against you and hid his face in your shoulder again. “Am not.” He sleepily chimed in. 

You noticed Sam looking at Clint, the two grinning mischievously. “Don’t.” Steve warned, raising an eyebrow, pointing his spoon at the two trouble makers. He already knew what was about to happen.

But it was too late. The two had set their plan in motion. “So, Y/N, I was thinking we could train together later.” Sam said as he took a sip of his orange juice, his playful gaze set on the brooding and intimidating man behind you.

Bucky’s head shot up and his eyes landed on Sam. “She most certainly will not. She only trains with me so I know she’s not getting hurt.” Bucky said with a much rougher tone. Bucky’s arms tightened around you and you sighed, finding it ridiculous how they were pushing Bucky.

The three men laughed together at Bucky’s reaction. “And overprotective too!” Tony piped, holding his stomach as he doubled over with laughter. Your mouth was hanging open, you were so shocked. “Enough! He isn’t clingy! And his protectiveness isn’t even that bad!” You defended Bucky once again. You hopped off of your stool and pulled Bucky along to your bedroom, leaving the others behind.

You sighed as you stepped into your room and Bucky was silent, his hand slipping out of yours. “I’m sorry.” Bucky whispered softly, so much so, you almost didn’t hear it. You turned to face Bucky and gasped. “Do not apologize! Bucky, they’re just-just being idiots.” You groaned, walking up to Bucky.

Your arms slithered around his waist and his hands held your cheeks. “I just like having you with me.” Bucky said quietly, his blue eyes looking back and forth between yours. You smiled and leaned up on your toes to give him a kiss.

“Next time they tease you, it will be the last time.”


You were currently washing the dishes. Bucky was leaning against the counter beside you, his arms crossed and his shoe nudged against your sock covered foot. The small contact made you giddy inside. Bucky had a small smile on his face as he watched you clean the dishes. He offered to help but you insisted on doing them yourself.

“You don’t have to sit here and be bored, baby.” You said as you rinsed off a plate, the suds sliding off. Bucky shook his head quickly, his dark hair framing his face. “No, I wanna be beside you.” Bucky said, his hand reaching up to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear. You blushed and giggled, butterflies erupting in your stomach.

You sighed lightly and smiled up at Bucky. “Okie dokie.” You hummed before going back to washing the dishes. Bucky visibly tensed when you heard two sets of footsteps walk into the kitchen. He was always alert around you, not wanting anyone to hurt you. But when he saw who it was, he still didn’t relax.

“Why are you hovering over her like that?” Clint asked Bucky, his eyebrow quirked in an amused way. Bucky’s shoe moved from your foot and you turned around, keeping your soapy wet hands in the sink. “He wants to. Now get out.” You snapped, turning back to your task.

Bucky sighed and tapped his metal fingers against the counter. “No, no. It’s alright, I should go work out anyways.” He said lowly, pressing a kiss to your head before walking away. You wanted to go after him, but instead, you turned your attention to Sam and Clint after drying your hands with a towel.

“You two better stop teasing him about this. After everything he’s been through, I’d rather him be clingy than distant. Which is what he’s doing now because you two won’t leave him alone!” You shouted as you threw the towel at Sam’s face. He caught it just in time and creased his eyebrows at you.

“We’re only joking, Y/N.” Sam said as he tossed the towel to the kitchen island. You scoffed. “It’s not funny! Either you two stop it or I’ll make your lives miserable!” You seethed at the two, smacking their arms. 

Clint shouted dramatically and Sam stared at you shocked, holding his arm. “Fine!” Sam shouted, walking out of the kitchen. Clint was mumbling to himself as he followed Sam and you rolled your eyes.

You were tired of them making Bucky feel like he was a burden. It hurt you just as much as it hurt Bucky. He was the sweetest thing and you knew you brought him comfort just as he brought you comfort. So what if he was clingy and protective over you?

You stepped out after the elevator doors opened on the gym floor, and you walked down the hallway to the gym doors. Bucky was sitting on the weight bench, lifting a weight with his flesh hand, his bicep flexing as he lifted. His eyes were focused on the mat, sweat already trickling down his forehead. You slowly approached him and stood in front of him.

“They won’t mess with you anymore.” You said softly, watching Bucky continue to lift the weight. He inhaled deeply through his nose and exhaled through his mouth. “They’re right.” He grunted, his eyes lifting to meet yours. You frowned and shook your head. “No, they’re not. Bucky, I’d rather you be clingy than distant.” You stepped closer to him, resting your hand on his that held the weight.

Bucky set it down on the mat and sighed, wiping his hand on his sweats. “Y/N, I could back off sometimes. ” He replied sadly, his blue eyes moving from yours to his shoes. You lifted your hands to his cheeks, making him look at you, and looked into his beautiful blue eyes. “Bucky, I would die if I went five minutes without being with you.” You whispered, wiping his hair off of his sticky forehead. His heart fluttered as your fingertips outlined his jaw.

His hands rested on your hips and he gave you a small smile, lightly squeezing you. “Don’t go dyin’ on me, Doll. I love you too much.” Bucky said, making you blush like before. You giggled and Bucky hummed at the sound, pulling you closer to him. You straddled his lap and gently pressed your lips to his. Bucky’s hands held you closer than ever, your chests pressed against each others, your breath mingling together, hands grasping at one another.

You pulled away from the kiss after a few moments, leaning your forehead on Bucky’s. “I love you too, Bucky. You’re not clingy, I promise.” You said softly, playing with his hair. He nodded, gently grazing his nose back and forth against yours. “Overprotective?” He questioned softly as he squeezed you again.

You shook your head and laughed softly. “Not at all. But, you don’t have to take every bullet for me.” You said with a quirked eyebrow. Bucky pulled away from you and pressed a kiss to your shoulder. “I can’t risk losing you.” Bucky mumbled, his metal thumb pressing into the skin of your waist. “You won’t.” You said, resting your hand on Bucky’s cheek.

Bucky sighed and pulled you in for a hug, his arms holding onto you so tightly, as if you’d disappear at any moment. “You’re stuck with me.” You added with a giggle. You felt his chest vibrate with a chuckle. “I’m fine with that.” Bucky said with a wide smile.

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The characters in Civil War basically ...

Steve

Tony

Bucky

Natasha

Sam

Vision

Wanda

Rhodey

Clint

T'challa

Scott

Peter

Zemo