Marvel smut/imagines

The way I love you- Bucky Barnes

(TW: angsty? Sort of toxic relationship mentalities)

"Y/n you don't know what the fuck your talking about"

"Oh really? Really? Because I haven't gotten one heads up when you go out to these mission things."

I stare at him, eyes burning, exasperation written all over his features.

"Not one."

"It's so much more complicated than that. But you know what? If this is that big of a deal just go back to Steve."

The rain pour around us, swallowing me whole. My shirt is see through. His is too.

I gasp, angry tears running down my face. What the hell is this man doing to me?

"Fine. If I mean that little to you, fine!"

He chases after me as I start running again, my world sprinting past me.m

"Please y/n! Please!!"

My cheeks are burning hot, tears smearing mascara.

"Y/n I love you."

I stop, an invisible force strangling me from behind.

"What?"
I turn around.

"I- I love you y/n I cannot stand not having you near. You sustain my very body, I live for you. And I would die for you, a thousand times over. I cannot help it any longer. I've tried to resist it. But I- I love you y/n."

Tears stream down my cheeks.
"Y/n please."

He whispers grabbing either side of my face and yanking me to him, a deep kiss.

I slam my entire body against his, our hands exploring each others hair. Matted and unruelly and so tremendously imperfect. I don't care though. He is mine.

This is exactly the opposite of Steve, he is polite yet bland. Soft yet closed off. He leaves the room when I change and calls me pretty. And he's simple and safe.

Bucky is rash, decisive, and aggressive in his passion. So damned frustrating. He will throw me over his shoulder, kiss me on the streets. He tells me everything, and is still a man.

He stands there when I change, touching my body as I go. He bends me over countertops, yanks my hair, leaves hickeys down my neck. Fucks me like a whore but loves me like a wife.

We stand there, making out, gasping and drowning in each other.

He separates from me, a grin crowning on his face.

He takes the hand on my waist and twirls me around, and we spin in the rain.

Just like when we first met. Except this time I don't stare over his shoulder, numb.

He isn't wearing a uniform and a sideways cap. I'm not known as the generals daughter in a yellow dress. We aren't flowing around a dance floor as my daddy shakes his head at me and threatens Bucky.

I still notice how large his arms are, so muscled, cradling me perfectly. This time I laugh out load, snorting with my face tight with lost tears.

He laughs along with me, spinning me out and back again. I'm not wearing uncomfortable stilettos, just bare feet and uncomfortable gravel.

In a light blue tank top with jean shorts.

The Texas heat feels so much more comforting than that stuffy home I grew up in.
The gravel pressing into my feet, in the midst of our trailer lot.

The neighbors will complain. We call them jealous, of what we have no idea.

They can argue if they want, I don't care.

He is mine, and god it feels incredible.
Painted all over my skin, airbrushed on my lips and renaissance painted all over my chest.

Exactly how I like it. Just him and me, screaming and fighting and kissing in the rain. 2am and I'm cursing his name. So in love that you act insane and that's the way I love you.

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Hey y'all so I wrote this is originally based on the song "The way I loved you." -Taylor Swift
But my boyfriend danced with me when it was snowing yesterday and I still get butterflies thinking about it. 🤭 More or less it is more to tide y'all over. I have like 10+ stories almost done I SWEAR.

-Your sort of love sick author? 😝