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Lay Me Down

Pairing: Vampire Mob!Bucky Barnes x Gifted!Female Reader Summary: You look to the past and future on your last night as a human. Word Count: Over 3.6k Warnings: Implied explicit sexual content, swearing, possessive behavior, slight fluff, slight angst, mentions of violence, blood, and death, some world building (is that a warning?), Bucky Barnes (he’s a warning, okay?). A/N: @buckysdollforlife suggested vampire mob!Bucky to me after sharing a photo. With the encouragement of @jobean12-blog and @bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky , I ran with it and created THIS! Thanks to @dreamlessinparis and @sgt-seabass for listening and spitballing, along with @sweeterthanthis who also provided me with a delicious prompt near the end (we'll see it in the next part). Beta read by the beautiful @whisperlullaby (thank YOU as well!), but any and all mistakes are my own. Dividers by @firefly-graphics and moodboard and banner by yours truly. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Please reblog or comment as it means the world!

Staring out the window at the city lights, you wondered how many were blissfully unaware of those who roamed in the shadows. They should consider themselves lucky. Peace existed between humans and supernatural creatures, but for a price. Clans and packs around the world required payment to keep the peace. Tomorrow, the Barnes clan will come to collect.

The leader, James, affectionately nicknamed Bucky, didn’t ask for money or power. He had more than enough to survive long after most would leave this world. There was only one thing he demanded to continue protecting the eastern territory: you.

While clans and packs flourished, there had to be balance. Humanity and light needed to exist. Your father came from a powerful line with their own set of gifts and he often acted as a mediator between the families.

He expected that someone would eventually lay claim to you, as much as he tried to shield you from his associates.

Special in your own way thanks to your blood.

"Be thankful it's the Barnes family."

You did consider yourself somewhat lucky. Your mom explained becoming a vampire was an honor and you would still be you at your core after the ceremony. While the marriage appeared to be transactional with Bucky gaining the use of your gifts, your husband-to-be did love you.

You would know if he didn't.

"Your family will still thrive while you're in my care."

"And I'll be bound to you forever, James."

"Since we're in love and have an eternity awaiting us, I think it's time you call me Bucky."

A girl could do worse than Bucky Barnes.

You closed the curtain after a minute. Between the guards outside of your door and across the street keeping an eye on the building, you knew that you were safe for the night. Your phone got your attention as you crossed the room, recognizing the ringtone. "Hey, Bucky."

"You should be asleep, darling."

His face shimmered in your mind as the rich timbre of his voice filled your ears. Glacier-blue eyes framed by long lashes. Sharp cheekbones and a jaw peppered with stubble to match his lush, dark brown hair. He trimmed it recently, but it was still long enough to sweep back.

Masculine. Attractive. Beautiful.

Everything most would expect from a vampire.

"Then why did you call me?" you asked, sitting on the bed.

He chuckled. "Because I hoped you'd be awake. You rushed off after the rehearsal and I wanted to check on you. I think everyone was a bit worried."

You sighed, letting your mental walls down long enough for your family to sense that you were okay. You hadn't meant to leave so abruptly, but you couldn't stay. The rehearsal reminded you that you'd no longer be human after tonight. Instead, your body would no longer age while your loved ones would grow old and pass on.

Your parents. Your little brother. In a way, your wedding would be the beginning of letting them go.

Peace always comes with a price.

"I'm fine. I didn't mean to worry any of you. I'll apologize to my family tomorrow."

Your dad insisted, no matter what, that you ate breakfast as a family. It would be your last meal with them. You would have to appreciate every bite and flavor of your favorite foods.

"Are you having second thoughts?" Bucky asked.

"No," you whispered. You wouldn't do that to him or your family. "Just wondering if you'll get sick of me after a century or if it'll only take a decade."

"I won't get sick of you. Ever."

He spoke the truth.

"Forever is a long time," you said, wiping an unexpected tear from the corner of your eye.

"It is. Is it selfish that I don't want to spend it alone?"

"No. I think it's only natural that you want someone to share it with after everything," you said.

Bucky had been through enough horrors to last a lifetime. Being the last of his bloodline after the slaughter of his family, he managed to rebuild his clan from dust and rise up in the ranks. It wasn't enough, as those in power often found. He craved companionship to chase the demons away.

A mate.

"Are you having second thoughts?" you asked. "You could have chosen Dolores as your bride or someone from another clan."

Some vampires had multiple partners, but Bucky wasn't one of them. His love didn't waver or wander. He devoted himself to you and would continue to do so in marriage.

"I don't want Dolores or another bride," he told you, not hiding the slight anger in his voice that you dared suggest that he would want anyone besides you.

"I just know some aren't happy that you chose a human as your mate."

You weren't naive. Just because Bucky planned to turn you didn't mean all of the pure blood clans liked the idea of a human becoming one of them. Or that the Rogers clan offered to protect your dad's territory, too. In their eyes, you were weak. Even with your gifts.

No one would dare make an attempt on your life on your wedding day at the risk of starting a war, but that didn't mean someone wouldn't try later. That was only the vampires. The wolves were a different story.

Loving Bucky is easy, but that didn't mean the road ahead would always be smooth.

"You and I are happy. That's what matters. I will keep you safe," he said, leaving no room to argue.

"I know you will. Turning me will make me stronger, too, so we'll keep each other safe. Remember that," you reminded him.

"Like you'd let me forget," he said fondly. "I saw your protective streak the moment we met and I knew I wanted to share forever with you. Do you remember that day?"

"I do. You planned to kill my dad."

You remembered that day well.

You stood outside your father’s office door once you pushed past the guards, ignoring their warnings that he was in an important meeting. They knew better than to argue with you and didn’t sense the danger lurking feet away. They should have. If your dad wasn’t careful, this conversation would be his last. You couldn’t let that happen.

"It's out of respect for you that I came here alone today, but you're trying my patience," a deep voice spoke to your father.

You shook your head, telling yourself not to let the hypnotic tone distract you.

"I have no information for you, James. I'm sorry."

You gasped. There wasn't a soul who didn't know who James Barnes was. Though he was a close associate of your father, he never laid eyes on you. Your dad didn't let any of his associates see you.

"Alexander Pierce was killed after meeting with you and you received a large portion of his shares. And then you don't show when we call an emergency council session. The same session where an assassin tried to take Steve and I out with wooden bullets."

Steve Rogers, best friend to James. Another powerful vampire and name most feared. He was kind to your father from what you heard and a man of honor.

"Alexander wasn't a good man and I didn't want to do business with him, but I didn't kill him or have him killed. His money means nothing to me. And I had nothing to do with the attack on you or Steve. Why would I do such a thing?”

“My men haven't found evidence against anyone else. And in all the time I've known you, you haven't missed a meeting. Ever."

It was your fault he missed the meeting.

"Your clan has been generous to my businesses for years," your dad reminded him. "Believe me when I say I’d have nothing to gain and everything to lose by going against you and Steve."

“I want to believe you, I do, but I have to take action. You understand."

You stiffened before you yanked the door open and rushed inside. “Don’t you dare touch him.”

“Where the hell are the guards?" your dad asked, his eyes wide as he stood up from his desk chair. "You shouldn't be here. Get out. Now!"

He was never afraid.

The man across from him slowly rose to his feet. With his tall, broad build, he could’ve been mistaken for a wolf. Even with his back toward you, you sensed his power. You shivered when he turned his head toward you, his eyes the coldest you had ever seen.

How could someone carry death in a stare?

“You must be the daughter.”

The dark, melodic voice threatened to bring you to your knees. You had spoken to vampires before, but none had ever affected you like this. “I am. And you must be James Barnes. Your reputation precedes you."

His gaze swept over you as you did the same to him. His elegant black suit looked tailored to perfection. Not a single hair was out of place. You had to admit he was one of the most beautiful men you had ever seen. Vampires had no right to be so pretty.

And this vampire wanted you.

“I am. And I can see why your father refused to bring you to meetings or let us meet. The photos I've seen of you are beautiful, but they don't do you any justice.”

Blood rushed to your cheeks. Men said whatever they could to get in your pants, but this man believed you were a vision of beauty. You couldn’t let that distract you.

“I’m the reason he missed the meeting.”

"What are you doing?" your dad asked in your mind. "We agreed not to say anything."

"It's the only way."

You didn’t see James move as you blinked, refusing to let him intimidate you when he stood in front of you and gripped your chin with a cold hand. “You smell good.”

“James, please," your dad begged, holding his hand out as the cabinet across the room flew open. He kept a range of weapons to use against various creatures if necessary. "Don't hurt my daughter."

“It’s okay, dad. He won't,” you said, which was enough to make your dad lower his hand before he could summon a weapon.

"You sure about that?" James asked.

"If you wanted to hurt me, you would've done that already," you said as your eyes locked with his. "And if you do, you won't get the answers you're looking for."

"I'm listening," he said, brushing a finger over your neck.

“My dad didn't put a hit out on anyone. I had a gut feeling something bad was going to happen the day of the meeting. Really bad. I begged him to stay home," you explained.

"You're psychic?” he guessed as he loosened his grip. “I’m told your entire family has gifts.”

It was no secret that your father and mother possessed psychic abilities, like their ancestors had for many generations. Vampires had a tough time compelling you unlike regular humans. It made your bloodline special. A blessing or a curse depending on who you spoke to.

"Not exactly. More like claircognizant. I can't see the future, but I just know things without any tangible evidence."

"That's convenient," James said.

"I can also sense feelings, like if someone is lying or has bad intentions. My instincts aren't wrong. They never have been,” you explained, nodding to your dad. “You had every intention of killing him before I walked in because you thought he betrayed you and your friend. He didn’t. Listen to my heart beat if you think I’m lying.”

The steady rhythm told him you were telling the truth.

"If you can sense my intentions, what do you think I want to do to you?"

"Everything," you whispered. "And you know my dad didn't do anything. You're just looking for someone to take your rage out on."

James raised an eyebrow, seemingly impressed. “I’m sorry I suspected your father. He's a good man, but I've been burned in the past by people I thought were allies. You’ll have to understand that trust isn’t easy for me," he explained as he ran his thumb along your lower lip, not caring that your dad was watching. You almost sucked the digit into your mouth. "So you just knew he shouldn't go to the meeting."

"I did."

James hummed, sparing your dad a glance. "If these abilities of hers are that good, why have I not heard anything about them until now?"

"Because she's my daughter," he said, stepping around the desk when the vampire turned his attention back to you. "She isn't yours to use."

"We'll see about that." The flash of fangs when James smiled didn't frighten you. "What else can you do?"

"Have you heard of personal illusion?"

"Tell me more, darling."

"I was only going to kill your father if he set me up. I happen to like him," Bucky reminded you, making you blink the memory away. He wouldn't have been able to let a hit on him go unpunished. Your dad would've done the same. "Did you realize the danger you put yourself in by revealing to me what you could do?"

"Oh, I didn't tell you? I got a lecture about it later," you said, picturing Bucky smiling and shaking his head on the other end of the line. "But, thankfully, my dad didn't hold a grudge against you and I trusted you."

"Even when I suggested you sit in on my next deal to sniff out the rat? You still weren't suspicious of me?"

"Even then," you smiled. "I knew you needed answers, but you also wanted me around because I intrigued you."

"You still do."

Your dad didn't like the idea at first. As a telekinetic with limited telepathic ability, he admitted his gifts likely wouldn't find the culprit for Bucky. Not if he wanted it done quickly. You had a much better chance.

"Keep my daughter safe."

"You have my word."

Bucky instructed you to stay close to him, which meant he had you on his lap the moment he took a seat. A portion of the men wanted to fuck you, assuming you were a whore when Bucky didn't introduce you by name, and their intentions slightly overwhelmed you as they leered. Not that it took much of a push. They saw what you wanted them to see.

Steve Rogers was the only other one there who knew who you really were.

"Stroke their egos, darling. They like that."

You stayed strong and played dumb, the way you were told to. Laughed at a joke here and stroked Bucky's hair there. You wondered if you played the part too well when you wiggled your hips in the vampire's lap, but you couldn't help your attraction to him.

Especially since he was a heartbeat away from taking you on the table.

"Don't start what you can't finish," he warned you against your neck. "Business first."

You knew the moment Bucky brought up Alexander's death and the unsuccessful assassination of him and Steve that the leader of the Rumlow clan, Brock, was to blame. It would be discovered later that he double crossed Pierce and set up the hit in order to claim more territories. He was furious that the attempt failed, but cleaned up his tracks enough to go undetected by the others. Even Bucky hadn't known.

Brock would have taken you for the night and drained you dry if he had the chance.

When you excused yourself, unable to hold the illusion of yourself you created for much longer, you winked and smiled playfully at the men. As you passed Brock's chair, you bent down and gave him a kiss on the cheek. Bucky locked eyes with you as you pulled the door shut behind you.

He dubbed it the "Kiss of Death".

Because anyone who fucked with him wasn't going to leave in one piece.

"That was the first night we made love," Bucky said, his voice moving along your skin as if he were there.

You pressed your thighs together, but it didn't give you any relief. His voice alone puts you on the edge of bliss. "Would you call it 'making love'?"

"I fucked you and I made love to you."

You waited in Bucky's suite for hours after the meeting, which gave you a chance to familiarize yourself with your surroundings. It was devoid of anything personal, a strange mix of luxury and comfort. The only thing that gave away who the place belonged to was the family crest above the fireplace.

A beautiful, lonely room.

You passed the time reading on the chaise lounge before the double doors flew open. Bucky's eyes glowed an unnatural blue as he walked in, his hair disarrayed and clothes covered in blood. Brock's blood. You felt the battle within him to claim you as his own or let you go on your way. You owed him no loyalty, yet you helped him.

And you asked for nothing in return.

"Leave or I won't stop myself."

You stood up and faced him, wordlessly baring your neck. He wouldn't claim you without speaking to your parents, but the beast inside him raged. You were willing to satisfy him for the night.

It was only the beginning.

"Never tasted anything as delicious as you. I nearly lost control."

"I bet you say that to all the girls," you teased, knowing full well he dismissed any blood mistresses he had after he met you.

"Only to the girl I love," he whispered.

You touched your neck, knowing by heart where he bit you the first time. Buried deep inside your wet walls, he sank his fangs into your neck and took enough blood to satisfy his craving. Every cell in your body hummed with pleasure as he drank and left you dizzy and aching when he finished.

"Can you feel how much I love you?"

"I can," you whispered.

You felt it in every glance, touch, kiss. Each whispered word against your ears, lips, and skin. He showered affection upon every inch of you until no place was left untouched.

His love for you only grew when he asked for your hand in marriage after a few months.

Once he spoke with your father and assured the protection of your family and territory, he agreed. Your little brother actually hugged Bucky when he heard the news and asked him to always be good to you. You may be his big sister, but he still felt the need to protect you. Bucky promised he would always take care of you.

"You love me and my blood was so good, you put a ring on it," you teased.

Bucky burst out laughing, the sound bringing a smile to your face. Hardly anyone made him laugh. "Yes, darling, you're just that good."

You held your hand up to look at the ring on your finger. The large, teardrop ruby flashed in the faint light. He chose it because it reminded him of blood and the promise you made to him.

The tiniest shackle to bind people together, but it wasn't heavy or a burden.

"And if I'm that good, I'll have you knocked up during our honeymoon."

"Bucky!" you smiled in spite of yourself, knowing your parents secretly wanted grandchildren.

"What? With our bloodlines, our child might be stronger than both of us."

"Not might. Our child will be stronger than us if we have one," you said.

Another reason why someone would want you dead or taken away from Bucky.

"You said we'd keep each other safe. We'll protect our child, too."

"Why don't we concentrate on finding Steve a mate first and then kids?" you suggested.

"We can do both."

"I thought I needed to sleep," you smiled at his stubbornness.

"I'm giving you something to think about so you have good dreams. A beautiful wedding, blissful honeymoon, and bright future," he said.

You knew you'd dream of him tonight.

"Thank you, Bucky. I think I can sleep now."

"Good. Rest, my love. You need it."

You shivered at the underlying promise as you hung up. He was right. You needed to rest. If you let your thoughts consume you, you wouldn't get any sleep. Bucky didn't need a grouchy bride.

Your phone dinged before you could set it down, seeing a message from the devil himself.

"If you're reading this, you aren't sleeping. Bad girl."

You laughed as you typed back to him. "You did that on purpose."

"I may have. Since I have your attention…"

Oh, the three dots. This'll be good.

"Tomorrow, on our wedding day, I'm going to recite my vows twice."

Your brows furrowed as you saw him typing more. Why would he recite them twice? To make the words sink in?

"Once at the altar. Once again in the bedroom."

Oh.

"With my tongue."

OH.

"On your pussy."

Fuck.

"One letter at a time."

Fuck. Oh, fuck. No. I need to sleep. I don't need that image in my mind.

"You'll know in your soul that you're truly mine."

You tried to think of a coherent or witty response, but only one thing came to mind.

"I love you, Bucky Barnes."

You set your phone down before you could see if he typed a response back. If he could make your knees weak, you'd do the same to him. Nothing made him weaker than your love.

It also made him stronger.

Touching the empty spot beside you, you wished Bucky was there. Maybe he would surprise you and sneak in. If only to kiss your forehead and remind you that you were in this together. Because after tomorrow, there was no going back. You would belong to James Buchanan Barnes.

Forever.

We'll see our new couple again in future fic Down to Sleep. We may also get an alpha for another reader. Love and thanks! ❤️

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Is there any fanfic for Lloyd Hansen yet? Asking for a masochist friend of mine

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*skipping over with my basket of goodies*

Oh what do we have here ?

Pairing: dom!Steve x sub!Reader x switch!Bucky

Warnings: p*ssy slapping, fingering, semi-public sex, d/s, chase kink

A/n: sinday drabble #2

You glance over your shoulder, gasping. Your chest burns with every frantic breath. Your eyes lock with Steve's and fear shoots down your tired, aching legs giving you a burst of energy.

Bucky runs his gloved hand down his face. "Bunny," he groans, his eyes rolling briefly when Steve stomps past him, bumping his shoulder. "Just take your punishment, you know we're going to catch you."

"No."

"No?"

"You heard me." If you can make it out of the backyard and onto the street, you'll have enough time to figure out a way to get what you want. And talk them out of your punishment.

"Stop." Steve barks out, the sound of his voice closer than you expect. "If you don't get your ass back here, I'm adding ten more-"

"Fuck you!" Later you'll blame lack of air and adrenaline for what comes out of your mouth next. "You hit like a little bitch anyway!"

Shit, why did you say that? You instantly regret that. He's going to be pissed.

Bucky bursts into laughter, Steve skids to a stop, turning to glare at him. "Oh okay. You're next."

Then he takes off, running after you, his boots hitting the ground with heavy, loud thuds.

One second you're about to touch the picket fence lining the backyard, the next you're staring up at a 6'4" supersoldier. "Hi," you squeak out, grinning hesitantly.

Steve stares down at you, his feral blue eyes catching yours. "Bucky, pick her up."

"What?" You swallow hard, unable to look away from his mesmerizing gaze. "People could see."

Steve tucks his finger under your chin, lifting your face up. "I know."

You shriek when Bucky bends down, hooking his arms around your legs, picking you like you weigh nothing. Steve gently smooths your dress up past your hips and Bucky spreads your thighs even further apart.

The cool night air brushes over your exposed, glistening pussy. Steve leans down, inhaling you. "See you were only going to get 10 smacks across that pretty ass of yours but since-" His eyes flicker up to yours, a smirk tugging at his lips. "I hit like a little bitch, I'm going to take it out on my pussy."

Why did you say that?

Your mouth opens, your brain scrambling for a plea, an apology, something. Your eyes widening as Steve raises his large hand. "I-no Bucky help."

Bucky chuckles softly, his warm breath washing over your ear. "I got you Bunny."

And he opens your legs up even more.

You watch Steve's arm come down, palm landing on your pussy. He draws back and strikes again before you can feel the sting from the first slap. Sultry hot pain ripples across your clit, sending shards of pleasure across your body.

"Oh fuck," you gasp, mouth going slack, your head lolls back.

He smacks you again, harder. "This tight little pussy belongs to me. You belong to me"--smack oh fuck that shouldn't feel so fucking good--"if you try to run from me again, Bucky and I will fuck you so hard you won't be able to crawl out of our bed."

He punctuates each word with another slap, the wet slick sounds echoing across the yard. His hand lingers after the last makes you sob, cupping you gently. "But if you're good, we'll you so good you'll feel us inside you for days. Do you want to be a brat or do you want to be my good girl?"

The rough pads of his fingers tracing tight little circles over your swollen, pulsating clit.

"I'll be- oh god, Steve please" you cry out, rocking your hips, you dig your nails into Buckys arm, his grip comforting and secure, allowing you to lose yourself in the sensations.

Heady pressure forms, winding powerful knot in your belly. Your moans and sighs and whimpers getting louder with every intricate swipe of his thumb. Just as you're about to shatter, he smacks you again. Hard. Ruthlessly. And it sends you over the edge and the pressure snaps. Your orgasm slams into you, waves of pleasure pulsing higher and higher until you see stars behind your eyelids.

He wraps his slick-covered hand around your throat, bringing your face close to his. "Brat or my good girl?"

Your dazed eyes flutter open.

And you smile. "Depend Steve. You gonna stop hitting like a little bitch?"

You feel Bucky's chest rumbling with barely contained laughter. Steve removes his hand, licking his fingers as he nods. "Brat it is. Remember that I gave you a chance when I'm ruining your little pussy." His eyes shift over your shoulder landing on Bucky. "And when I'm done splitting her in two, you're next."

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Will you update Experiment soon? ❤

I really want to but I have no idea where I’m going with it and I’ve had zero motivation to write. I’m really sorry and hope you can understand 🖤

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For Thirstday, I want to know how lumberjack!Bucky is doing putting up with his little teacher’s munchkins. Has he participated in more career days just so he can see her pretty face? 🤣

Pairing: Lumberjack!Bucky x Teacher!Reader.

A/N: Part 2 to the grumpy lumberjack Bucky series.

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He looks incredible, the thin blue Henley straining around his muscular arms and chest, his colbat blues eyes are even more intense under the high afternoon sun.

Every since the first time he strolled in your classroom, you haven't been able to get him out of your head.

Wrapping your arms around your stomach, you ignore Hope's pointed gaze-- you really shouldn't have told her about that dream you had about Bucky-- and focus on him showing Sammie how to hold one of the miniature axes he made for your class.

The metal blade is really soft styrofoam but the handles are wooden, the kids nearly lost it when he showed them. The fact that he took the time to do all that warmed your heart.

He's so good with kids.

"Why are they so sticky?" Bucky grimaces, one of the little humans, Sammie, keeps touching his hands and running off. "And why do they keep staring at me?"Scott laughs, placing his hand on Bucky’s arm, he gives the corded muscle a firm squeeze.

“Look man, I’m staring too. How are you so big? I bet you could choke with me with this. I’m not saying that I’ve thought about it or anything. I mean, I wouldn’t stop you either-“

Speechless and a little perturbed, Bucky’s brow furrows as Scott rambles and continues to caress his arm, now using both hands. Another little human tugs at his henley, his gaze drops to Ashley. “Can I touch too?” She smiles up at him, raising her small arms up.

“Yeah get in on this,” Scott offers, patting Bucky’s chest. “Oh, man, are you thick.”

“What-“ Bucky’s eyes flicker over to you, a smile breaking across his surly face at the sight of you trying to hold back your laugh, your shoulders shaking.

He’s so distracted by the way your eyes light up when you’re laughing that he misses the swarm of little humans lurching towards him until it’s too late.

“Guess I know how long I’d survive in a zombie apocalypse,” he mutters as the first one climbs his leg.

Wiping your face with the back of your hand, you take a deep breath and clap your hands twice. Your kids freeze in place and turn to you. “Alright, Mr. Bucky is not a toy. Everyone off. That includes you, Scott. He’s going to show us how to split some logs.”

You pause at the wild cheers, you give them a mild look and they fall silent. “Everyone line up behind Cassie and Hope.”

Your class scrambles behind them and you saunter over to Bucky, your fingers trailing over the handle of his ax.

“Thank you again for taking the time-“ your voice tapers off to a faint gasp when Bucky lowers his head, his mouth brushes lightly over the shell of your ear.

“You’re wrong about one thing, kotenok. I’ll be your personal toy whenever you want.”

Your heart pounds in your chest, your stomach swooping to your feet. “Uh, thank you for uh-“. Your eyes follow his plush pink lips as they curve into a smirk. “Yeah I like toys. I have some-no I don’t” you splutter.

Stop speaking.

“I don’t have any toys at my house.” You finish lamely, heat flooding your cheeks, his smirk widens.

Before you can say anything else embarrassing, Scott holds a weathered ax above his head. “Bucky, can I keep this?”

He doesn’t take his eyes off you and your thighs clench. “No, it’s too big. It’ll split you in two.”

Scott lowers it, his head tilting to the side, studying the sharpened edge. “Worth it.”

“Oh god yes.” You say under your breath, unaware that Bucky caught that.

He steps back and plucks the ax out of Scott’s grip right before he tries to toss it at one of the trees lining the yard. “Alright little hum-children, pay close attention.”

Bucky swings his arm back and sinks the ax into the log, cracking it down the middle. They all ooh as the two pieces fall apart, you sharply inhale at the casual display of strength.

He grabs a heft new piece of wood, dropping it on the gnarled stump. It’s almost twice the size of the previous log. “Now if I can split this, you have to go on a date with me.”

Another chorus of oohs and giggles floats around you. Hope nudges you with her hip, mouthing you better say yes.

“Do it one swing and you have a deal.” You challenge.

Bucky’s blue eyes flare and he bites his bottom lip. Without a word, he raises the ax and brings it down, his gaze never leaving your face. The loud crack echoes across the yard. “I’ll pick you up at 8.”

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