Pairing: Roommate!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader Summary: Feelings come to light in the most fitting way. Word Count: Over 2.6k Warnings: Pining, fluff, insecurities, feels, idiots in love admitting how they feel (is that a warning?), roommate!Bucky Barnes (he’s a warning, okay?), Alpine still being the best cat ever A/N: Hey, lovelies! We finally get to see how Stud and Smartie get together. And to me, it’s just right. Beta read by the beautiful @maladaptivexxdaydreaming, but any and all mistakes are my own. Banners by the talented @vase-of-lilies. Moodboard by yours truly. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Please reblog or comment as it means the world!
The sound of the clock ticking in the quiet apartment taunted you as you sat on the couch. You matched the timing to the rhythm of “Can’t Help Falling In Love” without realizing it until you heard yourself humming the tune. Ever since that night in the kitchen, you found yourself playing the song on repeat when you were alone. You wished you could dance with Bucky every night. It would be a dream come true.
I’m all in my feels today and I’m not gonna lie this made me tear up. It was so sweet and lovely. I love when he started telling her about the “book”, my heart just melted I love these two so much and the puzzle idea was perfect for them! This was amazing, Navy!
⤿ summary [also requested by anon (thank you!)] : insecurities can be caused by many things but there is always one person to love each one of the things you hate…
warnings :18+, smut, reader is insecure about her vagina but i haven’t included a description of anything specific, fingering, pussy eating, tiny bit angst, fluff
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You were gripping the microphone you were holding as you tried to calm yourself down. There wеre soo many people in front of you, and even after years of being an actress and going to Comic–Cons, you still couldn’t get over your anxiety sometimes.
You thought that grounding yourself with the cold surface of the microphone was going to calm your flipping stomach, but the harder you squeezed it, the warmer the metal was becoming, and this wasn’t helping.
It was worse than you expected, and you smiled awkwardly as one of your co-stars was answering a question.
‘Y/N?’ Sebastian whispered, and you jumped slightly because you thought he was on the other side, four people away from you. ‘You okay, baby?’ He asked concerned and saw the way you were holding for dear life the microphone in your hands.
‘I’m just anxious, but it’s okay.’ You mumbled and felt his big palm gently enveloping your arm, just above your elbow, squeezing it lightly.
He knew well how to calm your anxiety just with his touch, and you were only dating for a few months. It always seemed like he knew you better than anyone else, even better than you know yourself, but you knew him better, too.
‘I can’t wait for us to go home so I can finally calm you down a little.’ He groaned in your ear, not even carrying about the next question.
Your breath got stuck in your throat as you tried to form words in your mouth. Was he talking about sex? Probably. That’s why you just smiled tightly and whispered ‘Me too.’
But things weren’t that easy, not at all. Your anxiety was even worse when it came to having sex with Sebastian, which you never did because… well you still haven’t gotten to that part yet. It wasn’t because he didn’t want to or because you didn’t, you knew that he wanted this, but whenever stuff escalated between the both of you, you stopped him, always.
Being insecure about body parts was like being sick. It made you feel terrible. You couldn’t even enjoy the things you wanted to, just because of insecurity. An insecurity that was the end of many relationships for you. You realized how toxic they were, but they all ended when men stripped your panties and saw what was between your legs.
You couldn’t picture Sebastian reacting the way your exs did, but that feeling was still there. The feeling of not being good enough just because you were like this and there was nothing you could do to change it.
You arrived in front of Sebastian’s apartment, walking anxiously behind him as he unlocked the front door and opened it for you.
Before you could realize what was happening, he turned around on his toes, and his mouth found yours in an eager kiss. Both your tongues and teeth met each other as you were trying to pour every bottled-up feeling from today, every little piece of anxiety and awkwardness but not your insecurity.
Sebastian slowly walked into the apartment, still not breaking the kiss. You allowed him to lead you, but as soon as the hall ended, his hand left yours, and he wrapped his hands around your hips. He lifted you and placed you on the kitchen table.
‘Let me make you feel better…’ Sebastian tried to catch his breath after the heated kiss as his hands leisurely traveled down to the button of your jeans.
He looked at you from between your legs and unbuttoned them. At this moment, all you could think about was him being between your legs, waiting like a starved animal. But when he started to slide the jeans down your legs, your head snapped.
‘Stop!’ You shouted and lifted yourself on your elbows, shivering slightly from the cold surface of the table.
He immediately pulled away, shock written on his features, but what made your heart sink more was the worried look behind the shock.
‘Did I do something? God, I’m soo sorry! I didn’t want to hurt you!’ He started to ramble, his fingers ran anxiously through his hair.
‘Sebastian…’
‘I don’t know what happened. I just, I - ’
‘Sebastian!’ You shouted, and his rambling finally stopped. His head snapped up to look at you, eyes wide and watery. ‘I’m okay, baby. You didn’t do anything. It’s my fault.’
‘But you haven’t done anything wrong, sweetheart. Why are you saying it’s your fault? What’s wrong?’ His palms cupped your jaw, and you squeezed his wrists, closing your eyes for a moment.
‘All my past relationships ended when they found out about… about my vagina. I know it’s normal to have different types, and I know it sounds silly, but they never liked it. Like they were disgusted by the way it looks.’ You confessed, your cheeks becoming red.
‘Sweetheart, look at me.’ Sebastian put his index finger under your chin and lifted it so he could look into your eyes. ‘Those people had no idea how to love a woman. I’m not saying that I know how to love someone the right way, but I know that I love every part of you, no matter how it looks. I don’t want you to feel this way, and I’m sorry you had to go through this, but never think you’re less attractive because of your body. You are beautiful, and you should feel beautiful, baby. Every part of you is beautiful, and I’m going to show you how much I love every corner of your body if you let me.’
‘Please.’ You pleaded, your eyes watering a little from his speech. Sebastian removed your underwear and your shirt, tossing them to the side. He started kissing first your ankles, taking his time with your calves until he stopped for a while on your inner thighs. He slightly sucked on the soft skin there, leaving love marks all over them before his head disappeared between your legs.
‘So beautiful.’ He groaned against your core before his warm, damp tongue slid between your folds. You couldn’t help but moan, your grip around his waist tightened, bringing him even closer. Your hands ran through the soft locks of his hair as he sucked on your sensitive bud, making your spine arch in a rainbow shape.
‘I love you.’ You whimpered as his tongue twirled around the soft skin.
‘I love you.’ He murmured, the vibrations of his voice sent shivers down your spine before his tongue entered you.
You only hoped that his neighbors won’t hear your moans as they grew when his mouth wrapped around your clit and sucked harshly.
When his fingers replaced his tongue, opening and closing your soaking folds, you could taste yourself on his lips. His finger entered your hole as he felt your tight walls squeezing him inside of you.
The tight knot in your lower stomach continued to tighten until you couldn’t take it anymore.
It felt like a fresh wave washed over your body, and the tight knot was finally released, your walls clenching around his fingers.
‘You’re soo good, baby. I won’t let anyone tell you otherwise because you are the most beautiful woman. Every part of you and I will continue to do that until you understand it.’ Sebastian whispered against your lips, brushing your hair away from your face.
‘I don’t need anyone else to tell me… I just need you.’ You murmured against his lips before capturing them into a kiss.
⤿ summary [also requested by anon (thank you!)] : you reassure sebastian during the met gala.
warnings :fluff, one curse word, feeling insecure and people being rude
*feedback is appreciated. please reblog so it can reach more people♡
You were posing in front of the photographers whose camera flashes snapped and clicked with each photo being taken. Even after attending the Met Gala for many years now, you still got a little bit nervous as everyone yelled your name.
This year’s theme was Gilded Glamour. You loved those times and how women dressed back then in their pretty dresses and hair secured in a beautiful bun. That’s why you wanted to go a little extra on this event and it seemed to work. Everyone was in love with your dress.
You were wearing a long, white, satin dress with short sleeves, secured with an asymmetrical pastel pink bodice. The middle of the flowing material was tied with ribbon in the same pastel pink color as the corset. Two lines of pink satin waves were finishing the dress at your feet.
But the main highlight of your outfit was the flower décor all over the dress. Fake pink roses were attached all over the fabric, especially around the ribbon where part of the dress was tied like a bouquet and in your hair where it was tied in a half-bun. The outfit was completed with white satin gloves with a golden bracelet on each wrist and a pearl necklace ending with a golden charm.
‘Did you see what a terrible outfit Sebastian Stan is wearing?’ A voice came to your ears as you were trying to pose for more pictures. You tried to ignore it, thinking that it was probably something else and you only imagined it until you heard the reply.
‘It’s not even in the theme like how is he not embarrassed?’ Your heart sank into your chest as you quickly apologized and went in a search of your secret boyfriend. Even though you two had prepared together, you arrived at different times, still not wanting to expose your relationship. Most fans thought you were just really good friends, but that was far away from the truth.
The truth was that you and Sebastian were dating for over a year now, and keeping it a secret was the hardest part. Paparazzi don’t know privacy, but luckily you were known as good friends, so when pictures were taken they didn’t make a fuss. After all, you had been in 2 movies together.
As you were walking around the large space, you couldn’t stop thinking about how those girls talked behind his back. But while you were making your way through the crowd of people, you heard even more of those hateful comments.
Your eyes watered just at the thought of how happy he was before you left. He was happy to wear something different, to try something different. Yes, it was a challenging outfit, but he looked great in it, and you couldn’t be more proud of him when you saw him standing in front of the mirror.
But when your eyes fell on the man with a pink outfit who was posing for photos you saw the hurt in his eyes. You were still far away, but you hurried up to him.
‘Ew, ugly in pink!’ You heard in front of you and saw how Seb’s face immediately stopped to fake smile.
Rushing over to him, you hugged him, your face smashing in his chest as you felt the rushed beat of his heart. But as soon as he realized who was hugging him his arms wrapped around your waist, head resting on top of his head.
‘Hi.’ You whispered quietly, looking over at him and pulling away from his chest to pose next to him. ‘Hi, baby.’ He whispered back and snaked his arm around your waist, bringing you closer to his body.
‘I heard what that bitch said. You look stunning tonight, love.’ You kissed his cheek and saw them reddening under your compliment, which made you giggle.
‘Thank you, my love.’ Sebastian squeezed your waist, reassuring you that he was okay.
‘I love you.’ You said only with your lips but Sebastian understood, knowing too well how your lips moved when you told him that little phrase every morning.
‘I love you, too.’ He mouthed, and you smiled lovingly at the sight of him finally having fun at this too crowded party.
You couldn’t wait to go home and wash away all the stress he had to go through for this event. Sometimes pleasing fans is the most challenging thing people in your profession have to face.
warnings: smut, talks about bucky’s past as the winter soldier
requested: nope
word count: ~2.6k
summary: bucky and y/n are soulmates. this is how they meet.
author’s note: hiya peeps! sorry for the big break, enjoy! editing this real quick: i JUST saw doctor strange, like i came back from the theatre 20 mins ago, and ive had this fic written since 2 days. the dreams and memories thing… i had no idea what a wonderful coincidence!
“No!” Y/N screamed, waking up in cold sweat. She breathed heavily, looking down at her left arm, touching every part of it to make sure she was okay. Then she ran her palms over her face. “This is fucking ridiculous,” she muttered and got up from her bed. “Not again…” Her bed was covered in sweat. Turning on the air conditioner in her room to dry up her bed and also make it a little cool, Y/N left her room to make herself some late-night coffee.
The dreams she had every night were horrible. It was always from the point of view of a particular man; everyday, he was strapped to a chair and people, usually in white lab coats that made her think they were doctors, did disgusting and inhumane things to him. The screams of the man echoed in her head, mixed with her own screams. She was yet to know who the man was; the only thing she knew about him was the fact that he was her soulmate.
Example, person A and person B were soulmates. The way it worked was that person A’s memories would serve as dreams for person B and vice versa. So who was this man, who had such painful and abhorrent memories? She wondered if that person had dreams of her memories as well. Maybe he’d seen the time she had, once a long time ago, embarrassed herself on stage at a school function. Or the time she had thrown a party for her friends after getting first rank in an exam.
She had memories good and bad, as all people do, but her soulmate… it seemed as though he had been through more bad things than good. Sometimes, she saw memories of a science exhibition— specifically a flying car— but the exhibition seemed to have happened in a time so far back that it felt weird. Maybe it was a themed exhibition? Then other times, her dreams consisted of war; specifically, World War 2. She saw guns and explosives mostly used in that particular battle, and after confirming a few things from the internet…
Was her soulmate an old man?
If he had fought in the second World War, he must’ve been born in the early 1900s, and that would make him… above hundred?! Y/N choked on her coffee at the realisation and coughed, wiping her face. “My soulmate’s a hundred year old man?! What the fuck!” She hurriedly finished her coffee, kept the mug away and went back to her room, falling into a peaceful slumber.
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“Morning, Barnes.”
Bucky nodded his head in greeting, making a beeline for the coffee machine. He’d woken up only 15 minutes ago. “How did you sleep, what kinda dream did you have?” Bucky looked at Steve, who was seated next to Sam. “A college lecture. The professor told a funny story and she laughed. Her laugh’s kinda cute.” Steve grinned. “That’s fucking amazing! Only if there was some way we could find out who this lady of yours is…” Bucky scoffed and rolled his eyes, bringing the cup to his lips.
“She’s not mine yet, Steve, calm down.”
“What do you think about the dreams she must be having?” Sam quietly asked and Bucky’s head shot up. Of course, that thought hadn’t occurred to him at all! How horrifying were her dreams?! Was she getting proper sleep?! What if her dreams— his memories— kept her awake all night and scared the living crap out of her? “Fucking shit,” he cursed, “Fuck, fuck, fuck— if only we can find each other—” Steve got up to calm his best friend but Bucky kept his coffee-filled mug down, turning to the door. “I need a walk.”
He left the communal area and walked out of the Avengers Compound, running his fingers over his head. He’d never, ever even thought about what she must’ve been going through because of him; how thoughtless of him!
He still remembered the first night he’d had a dream. Back in the 40’s, he never dreamt, because of course, unbeknownst to him, Y/N wasn’t born yet. Years passed. HYDRA captured him and while in captivity, he had his first dream. It was an odd dream; the point of view was such that he realised his soulmate at the time… was a baby. Bucky tried not to think about it much. At least he was having dreams, and about such sweet things, too, a complete contrast to the situation he was in.
The dreams kept him going. He saw glimpses of humanity in those dreams of his, and the thought that the world outside was mostly a beautiful place, it helped immensely. Once more, years passed by like a breeze. His soulmate grew older; a teenager, a college student and soon, a working adult. By the time she became a working adult, Bucky had successfully joined the Avengers, no longer a part of HYDRA.
As he walked around aimlessly, his mind drifted in the opposite direction. While he had those lovely, humane dreams, what must his soulmate have gone through? From her birth, all that she must’ve seen were scenes of torture, him killing people in his mindless state, him forced to be in a confined room with no human contact other than the doctors and HYDRA workers… to have to see all that since a young age seemed a nightmare.
He couldn’t believe he had put his poor soulmate through all that. Then, another thought occurred:
What if she rejected him for all he made her go through?
Over the years, Bucky lost a lot. He gained a few things along the way too, no doubt, but he lost more than he gained. His early days were spent looking after his sister and Steve, then as a young adult, he was forced into war, and after that… well, HYDRA. Now he had a stable enough life; sure, he risked his life every now and then but hey, things were going pretty good as of late. All he wanted was to meet his soulmate, the woman destined to be with him, but things seemed difficult.
First off, he didn’t have a clue as to what her identity was. Sure he saw hints in his dreams, he noted them all down as well, but he could not pinpoint the woman. One time he found out she worked in retail, but which store? Which branch? No idea. Shaking his head, Bucky looked around. He saw a Starbucks nearby; remembering the fact that he hadn’t had his morning cup of coffee yet, he decided to get some.
Bucky entered the place, observing it as he walked up to the barista. After placing his order, he went to find an empty seat and finally sat at the table behind a lady who was talking on the phone. He kept quiet, unknowingly listening in on her conversation. “Yeah, I know, I just remembered this one time in class, remember how the professor told us that story about his kid?”
Bucky paused at that. “I know, the poor dude had to pay for messing with our professor! That story is seriously so funny, oh my God—” He abruptly stood up, his eyes wide. His dream that day, the professor in his dream, the story, her laugh— holy shit. It was her! Bucky turned and walked to her table, making her look up. Her eyebrows shot up in recognition. “Hey Jeannette, I’ll call you back,” she whispered and ended the call. “Mr Barnes, what can I do for you?”
“You, uh—” he stammered, “The story you were telling your friend right now— may I ask you something personal, miss?” the lady gestured to the empty seat in front of her and Bucky sat, running his fingers through his hair. “This one time in high school, you came first in a class test, a Geography test if I remember correctly— did you or did you not throw a party for your friends?”
The lady gasped. “I did! How do you know that?”
“And in elementary school, you were the host for a school function and completely butchered your lines.” Bucky watched as the lady covered her mouth. “H-How… unless…” He nodded. “Dreams. I had dreams, and I’m guessing you had those too.” So the horrid, unpleasant, godawful vile dreams… were hismemories.She should’ve at least guessed. “I’m sorry,” she blurted out, “I’m so sorry you had to suffer so much, I—”
“What are you apologising for?! It’s not your fault I went through all that, all the more, I should be sorry for giving you those terrifying dreams! Man, I feel awful…” To his surprise, the lady reached out and touched his arm. “It isn’t your fault you went through all that, either. At least the dreams will stop now, now that I’ve met you.” Bucky hoped that was the case. He clicked his tongue.
“Ah! Uh, what’s your name?”
“Y/N Y/L/N.”
He gave her a small smile just as his name was called by the barista. “Join me,” she whispered to him and he agreed, getting up to get his coffee. For the first 2 minutes, there was complete silence between the two as each finished their own drink. “So the exhibition wasn’t themed after all, it actually took place back in the day,” she jabbered and Bucky met her eyes. “You saw the Stark Expo in your dream? With Howard’s flying car?” Y/N gasped. “Howard? So it was actually Howard Stark’s Stark Expo? That’s cool!” Bucky heaved a sigh of relief. “At least you had good dreams, too…”
“Plenty of ‘em! In a lot of those I saw this blond, skinny kid— that was Captain America, right? I’ve heard that you two are childhood besties.” Bucky chuckled. “We are, as you referred to us, childhood besties. Steve had asthma growing up, wasn’t even allowed to join the military but he never gave up, even illegally trying to get in. Swear to God, I’ve kept him outta trouble so many times—” Y/N laughed at his words.
“Why does that actually sound like something Captain America would do? Hey Mr Barnes, I also kinda wanna know: you had a sister, didn’t you?” He smiled at the fond memory. “Rebecca, my younger sister. Well, she kinda passed away a few years ago of old age, but—” Y/N smiled a bit too. “I’m sorry for your loss.” He waved in dismissal. “She lived a good life. Got married to a good guy, had kids, many grandkids…”
“Do you know any of them?”
“Not yet, no.”
Soon, they finished their coffee. “I gotta go to work now, how about we meet later?” Y/N packed up her things, swinging her backpack over her shoulder. “Of course, Ms Y/L/N.” They exchanged numbers and she waved at him as she walked out the front door. Bucky watched her go from the window; he’d finally met her. He wasn’t expecting her to be someone so kind, who didn’t blame him for all the dreams she had been having. On top of that, she was beautiful, too.
A kind soul, and kind looks. He couldn’t wait to meet her again.
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“Stop moving.” Bucky froze when he heard his girlfriend next to him. “Baby, I thought you were asleep,” he murmured, turning to face her only to see her already looking at him. She reached out, running her fingers over his head. “What’s keeping you up? It’s— 1:30 am, love,” Y/N yawned. Bucky wrapped an arm around her, tugging her closer. He’d wanted to do that in the first place, but seeing as she was asleep, he didn’t want to disturb her.
“Had a bad dream, woke up. I’m sorry.” She chuckled and pressed a soft kiss to his neck. “When was the last time? I think 4 months ago, right? New record. Like a thunderstorm, if the time between your bad dreams is getting longer, that means they’re going away.” Bucky smiled at that as well. “Nice comparison, doll. I think they are, all because I found you.”
She scoffed at that. “I can’t take all the credit, Bucky, you’ve been diligently and regularly going to therapy, that is helping a lot.” He clicked his tongue and gave her a smooch on the lips. “That’s helped, for sure, but you’ve helped more. I look at you… and know it’s going to be alright. I hold you every night, and I know you’re safe— I’m safe— and I don’t think bad thoughts.”
She smiled lazily and burrowed closer to him. “8 months of this sap, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.” Bucky stuttered indignantly as Y/N closed her eyes. “You little shit— I thought I was being cute!” Y/N burst out laughing. “It was cute, but it was also sappy. Now goodnight, Bonky, I gotta sleep.” He muttered under his breath, “Stop calling me that.”
Then cheekily, his hand trailed down her waist, all the way to her— “Bucky! Now?” Y/N squeaked as his finger flicked her clit. “I’m not sleepy yet, plus look, you’re so wet…” Y/N moaned a little as his metal fingers ran up and down her folds, their coolness being a contrast to her warm cunt. He pushed two digits in, hissing in pleasure. “So warm, feel so good…” he uttered as Y/N twitched next to him, desperately trying to hold herself back. A few minutes passed.
“I know you wanna cum, my love, with the way your fucking cunt is clenching around my fingers so I suggest you do so immediately, I don’t wanna repeat myself,” Bucky spoke cockily. Y/N obeyed and let go, coming all over his fingers as he slowly made her ride her high. “Bucky,” Y/N whimpered when he brought his digits to his mouth for a taste. “Take off your shorts,” he rasped and she did, while Bucky also tugged his off.
Then he climbed on top of her, the blankets still over them, and slid home in one fluid motion. Both of them moaned at the sensation; it had been 8 months but Y/N felt like she was never going to get adjusted to his size. “Fuck, Y/N, my pretty baby,” Bucky groaned, leaning in to press his lips to her forehead. Somehow he simply stayed there; his hips rolled over hers lazily, both of them being tired in the middle of the night.
Even Y/N didn’t say anything; she felt like she was in heaven, and after one more orgasm, she’d definitely fall asleep in an instant. And that was exactly what happened; Bucky’s lips left her forehead and he buried his face in her shoulder, biting down to muffle his sounds of pleasure. “I’m so close, darling.” She hummed along. They let go at the same time; Bucky pulled out of her, stroking himself a couple times before spilling his release over her thigh.
Y/N’s legs shook as she came for a second time. Bucky then threw the blankets off of them, and got up to bring a towel to clean both him and Y/N up. But by the time he returned with the towel, Y/N had already fallen asleep, even snoring a bit. He laughed a little at that. Bucky sat next to her and gently cleaned her up, pulling down her t-shirt that had ridden up.
It was his tank top to begin with, that she’d stolen because it was “way more comfortable than any she owned” but he loved it when she stole his clothes, so he only pretended to be annoyed. Putting on his shorts again, Bucky lay next to her and wrapped her in his arms, kissing her bare shoulder. “Sweet dreams, doll.”
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a/n: thanks for reading! leave a like if you enjoyed! also side note— sebastian stan looked amazing at the met gala lmao
