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Built on a Lie

Pairing: Dark!Andy Barber x Naive!F!Reader

Word Count: 5460

Summary: When you get kidnapped by a group of men, you assume that your life is over, but then like a knight in shining armor, Andy shows up to save the day…or so it seems.

Warning: explicit sexual content, implied trafficking, implied kidnapping, dubcon, gaslighting, loss of virginity, innocent sheltered reader, explicit language, explicit sexual content, fluff, praise, oral sex,

A/N: Welcome to the first part of Andy’s story in my Serial Killer AU, if you’d like to read the other stories, please click here. Things seem good between them now but I will warn you that things will only get worse for our poor reader, so hold on tight. Thank you to for reading it over for me. All mistakes are my own.

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Please do not repost, publish or translate my work. Reblogs and comments are appreciated! Thank you for reading :)

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Andy rolled his eyes at Rumlow’s question about the girls in the kitchen. Obviously, these girls weren’t part of their prisoners. He could tell by the tone of Bucky’s voice that he was already over Rumlow’s shit. So was Andy. He was only there to find a wife. Someone to be there when he came home, a perfect little housewife.

He had known Steve for years and when Steve first offered this deal to him, Andy was conflicted. However, over the last few months, he found himself unable to think of much else. So he finally caved in.

Bucky led the two men down the stairs, shutting the armored door behind them. Steve stood at the bottom of the stairs, shaking Andy’s hand quickly.

“Hey man, you finally came,” Steve said, pulling Andy into a brief hug.

“You wore me down, what can I say?” Andy chuckled. Steve joined him, and the two of them began to walk down a hallway separate from Bucky & Rumlow.

“I’m glad because I have the perfect girl for you. She’s pretty, sweet, begs real nice, cries even nicer,” Steve explained, “ Kinda reminds me of Moonbeam. Bucky says she was the caretaker for her grandma. So she’s home trained.”

This piqued Andy’s intrigue, if you were a good caretaker, then a good housewife wouldn’t be a hard transition.

“Wait, grandma? Steve, I don’t want a girl who has any ties. It could end up becoming a hassle,” Andy backtracked. Steve clicked his tongue.

“No man, don’t worry. Bucky took care of that. The grandma did have a will in place for her, to have her taken care of. We took care of that too.” Steve assured, stopping in front of one of the many identical doors, “Another plus, Bucky is 90% sure that she’s fully innocent.”

Steve gave Andy a playful wink. The thought of a virginal wife ignited his primal side and he returned Steve’s wink with a devious smirk.

Steve chuckled, unlocking the door and swinging it open to reveal a small concrete room. It was empty aside from a bare mattress, a tray with empty metal bowls and there, right in the middle of the room, was you, curled over, hiding your face.

Your head lifted at the sound, your eyes were wide and innocent, god oh so innocent. Andy felt his trousers tightening from your expression alone. The hope in your eyes had him slipping into his public good-guy persona, knowing exactly how to win you over.

“Hi pretty girl, I’m Andy,” he said hesitantly entering the room like he was approaching a feral animal. You flinched at the sound of Andy’s voice. He slowed his steps until he was close enough to crouch in front of you, “Don’t worry, angel. I’m here to take you to safety.”

You watched with cautious eyes, fingers worrying a hole in the sleeve of your shirt.

“Why?” You whispered.

“Your grandmother asked me to take care of you if anything happened to her. Said you’d be safe married to me,” Andy lied. You scanned his face trying to find the lie on his face. But Andy, being a skilled lawyer, had an almost impenetrable poker face.

“Grandma Rose? She asked you? Why you?”

“She trusted me. I’m a lawyer and she thought I was a respectable man to take care of her granddaughter,” Andy said, weaving the lie further. He was almost afraid you wouldn’t buy it, but that all evaporated when he saw the hopeful look in your eye. Nodding you placed your hand in his outstretched one, allowing him to help you off the ground.

You were unstable on your feet, the malnutrition of the past week doing nothing to help your body. Andy caught you before you fell, holding you against his body. His rich cologne filled your nostrils and you found yourself breathing him in, nuzzling into his chest. He guided you slowly out of your cell.

“Thank you, Steve,” Andy said in a professional voice.

“It was my pleasure,” Steve replied, his tone was strange but you couldn’t place why. With your head nuzzled into Andy’s chest, you couldn’t see his face either. Andy stopped to pick you up bridal style and you hid your face further into his suit jacket until you felt the cold air of the outdoors nip at your skin.

Lifting your head you took in the tall trees and the blue sky and took a deep breath of the crisp fresh air. A giggle bubbled out of you and you threw your head letting it echo through the forest. Andy chuckled with you and you looked up to see him watching you with a strange look. You couldn’t figure out what it was, but at that moment you didn’t care, you were safe. Andy tucked you carefully into the passenger seat of his Audi and you rested your head against the expensive leather, feeling completely at peace.

Andy insisted that for your safety that the two of you wed as soon as possible, telling you that’s what Grandma Rose thought would be best. He explained to you that if you had his last name, no one could hurt you. It made sense but you were sad that no one you loved would get to see you in a white dress or walk you down the aisle. Not that you had anyone left, your grandma had been your last living relative. You weren't sure exactly how she died, Andy's explanation was vague but she had been sick and you knew Andy was just trying to save you the gory details. He was a good man.

Sensing your sadness, Andy made sure to make the day as special as possible. He woke you up with breakfast in bed and told you that he had some people coming by to do your hair and makeup, and your dress was in the closet. He kissed the top of your head, telling you he’d be back in a couple of hours to pick you up.

You ate quickly, not wanting to be in your pajamas when the people showed up and put on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. The day after Andy brought you home, to this beautiful extravagant house that was clearly for someone with a big family, he had taken you out shopping, making sure every essential and nonessential thing he thought you needed was bought.

He had you staying in the guest room, claiming that you two should only sleep in the same bed once you were married. That way the first night together would be special. You knew what he was implying and you couldn’t lie that it made you nervous. You had never been with anyone before, having never found the time nor a real reason. The basics were something you were aware of but nothing more. Your grandmother was not one to delve into those topics and your mother was never around to help either. You were going in blindly, but some part of you was hopeful that Andy would take care of you.

With your hair and makeup perfectly done, you entered your closet, the master bedroom closet. Despite sleeping in separate rooms, all your belongings were in Andy’s room, already claiming you as his. The dress hung from the door in a black garment bag, and you had been itching to take a peek at it all day. Unfortunately, due to time restraints, you had no chance to but now it was finally time and you were strangely excited.

For once in your life, you were going to belong to someone, someone who would take care of you. The thought filled you with pure delight and you were excited to be getting married. Andy was a good man for your grandmother to have trusted him and that made you feel at ease.

Slowly you walked down the stairs and took a seat at the kitchen island, waiting for Andy to arrive, watching as the professionals left. A bouquet of jasmines, ranunculus, peonies, and dahlias, all a pure white, sat on the kitchen counter. The fragrance of them wafted in the air and you smiled, loving it. You had always had such an appreciation for flowers, despite not having the greenest of thumbs. Always made sure you put bouquets of them through the house and at your grandmother’s bedside.

You dragged the zipper down the bag, revealing the beautiful white dress. It was simple yet elegant. An intricate lace overlay ran the length of the dress, pooling a bit longer than where the lining ended and the white slip underneath was strapless, leaving the arms bare under the lace. The v line of the decolletage was delicate and not too deep. You ran your fingers over the dress, reveling in its beauty. Grabbing it off the hanger, you slipped it on over the lingerie and garter set that Andy had also left for you. Everything fit like a glove, and one of the hairdressers helped zip up the dress, providing support as you slid on your satin white pumps.

You gasped as you stepped in front of the mirror. You looked like a woodland princess, with your delicately applied makeup, accentuating your features perfectly and highlighting the happy glint in your eye. Your hairstyle was perfectly chosen for the day and you knew Andy was going to be so happy with how you looked.

The key in the lock brought you out of your fascination with your wedding bouquet and the door swung open to reveal Andy, dressed handsomely in a navy suit. A smile graced his face as soon as he saw you and you stood up nervously, fingers toying with your lace sleeves.

“Wow,” he breathed, “You look like a dream. More perfect than I could have ever imagined.”

You ducked your head, hiding your smile, “Thank you, Andy. You look very handsome yourself.”

He walked over to you, wrapping you up in his arms softly, and hooked his knuckle under your chin, drawing up your gaze. “I can’t wait for you to be mine,” he whispered, his nose grazing your jawline, breathing you in. “You smell so sweet, baby. Wonder if you taste just as sweet.”

His lips hovered over yours and you found yourself leaning in before you remembered your makeup. His eyes were sharp when you recoiled from him and that look made you nervous. An uneasy feeling settling in your stomach, feeling the need to explain yourself.

“My lipstick, Andy. We don’t want to smear it yet.” You said, tripping over your words and you felt like you could breathe again when his face softened into a smile. He gave a jerky nod and pulled back, lacing your fingers together.

The two of you drove to the courthouse, hands interlocked over the console and your flowers safely in your lap. The butterflies in your stomach only grew more restless the closer you got and you began to get fidgety. Your fingers drummed against your knee, your bouncing knee.

Andy squeezed your hand reassuringly, bringing your hand up to lightly kiss each knuckle. Every kiss alleviated the weight on your chest until you were completely at ease.

"Are you okay?" Andy asked and you hummed in response, smiling at him. He pulled up in front of the courthouse and stopped, "alright baby, you get out here, I'm going to park and I'll come to meet you okay?"

"Wait Andy," you said, slightly panicked, "why can't I stay and we can walk together?"

"I didn't think you'd want to walk in those heels for long."

"It's fine, I'll be fine. Please don't leave me alone." Your last words were so soft that you weren't sure Andy had heard you.

He sighed, cupping your cheek and leaning in close, "Are you scared to be alone, baby?"

You nodded, eyes wide as you pleaded with him silently. Andy kissed the tip of your nose and pulled back, driving the car towards the parking area.

He told you to wait in the car as he came around to let you out. Made sure you didn't step on your dress as you got out. He folded you into his arms, smiling down at you, "You're safe with me. Always. Nothing's going to hurt you as long as I'm around." Andy promised and you melted into his warm embrace.

The ceremony wasn't anything special and was over quicker than you expected and yet you felt like you were in a fairytale. Andy looked at you through the whole ceremony like a blind man seeing for the first time.

And when he kissed, it was like the world stopped, his lips soft and gentle, his beard slightly scratchy. Your fingers played with the ends of his hair as his hands splayed over your lower back molding you against his hard body.

He pulled back when both of you were near breathless, following up with a couple of light pecks. "You're perfect," he said in a hushed tone, kissing you one last time before guiding you out of the courthouse.

The house seemed less daunting upon your return, feeling more like home. The large gem on your left hand was a comfortable weight as you laced your fingers with Andy's.

In the doorway, Andy bent down and swept you off your feet. You chirped in surprise, clinging to him as he walked you over the threshold.

"Welcome home, Mrs. Barber."

"Thank you, Mr. Barber." You smiled, kissing his scruffy cheek.

"I'm sorry that I can't take you on a proper honeymoon right now baby. But I promise I am all yours for the rest of the weekend."

"It's okay, Andy. I don't need much, your attention is enough for me," you nuzzled into his neck as he carried you to the kitchen.

"My attention is all yours, y/n. From now until eternity." Andy vowed, placing you on a stool and walking over to the fridge.

You watched as he prepared a meal for the two of you. Nothing fancy, some pasta and garlic bread, yet something about watching him in the kitchen made your body heat up. Made you excited for what was to come later. The thought of those agile hands gliding over your skin, made you bite your lip.

Andy glanced up and gave you a charming smile before returning to his work.

"I thought I was supposed to take care of you," you said, leaning forward and resting your head in your hands.

"Don't worry, after today the household is all yours to take care of. But today is your day, wife. I'm going to take real good care of you," He smirked, growling at that last sentence. That sound made you shiver, your thighs clenching together. No one had ever elicited a response like this out of you and you continued to watch him like he hung the moon, already ready for him to take care of you.

"Yes sir," you whispered, "I promise I will do a great job."

Hopping over the stool you padded over on bare feet, wrapping yourself around his back.

He patted your hand, holding it as he spun around. Grabbing a remote, he clicked a button, and the room filled with Frank Sinatra's ‘The Way You Look Tonight’.

Leading you over to the space between the kitchen and the living room, Andy placed one hand on your lower back, the other still holding your hand, and pulled you in close, his lips by your ear.

"Time for our first dance, Mrs. Barber." He kissed the spot below your ear before singing the words softly as he swayed you in his arms.

It was a sweet moment, swaying in his strong arms. The music flowed through the room and you felt at peace, listening to the sound of his heartbeat. You felt his lips press to the top of your head.

The song ended all too soon and reluctantly you pulled back, but Andy stopped you from getting too far. He cupped your face gently, smoothing his thumb over your bottom lip before he kissed you. You were so caught up in the moment, in the love that you thought he was giving you, that you missed the slight glint of malice laced in his adoring gaze.

Dinner was delicious and you had thanked Andy several times for all the things he had done for you that day. It was the best day you had had in a long, long time and you were grateful. Andy had smiled warmly at you, hinting that before long you would be the one who took the reins of the ongoings of the household.

“We’ll talk about the house rules in the morning, okay darling?” Andy said with a kind smile and you nodded, knowing that a little structure was never a bad thing. Your grandmother always had a set of things you’d had to do, things she didn’t want you to do.

"Good girl," Andy praised, cupping your face slowly and the way his words excited you were new to you.

You squeezed your thighs together, trying to alleviate some of the aches at your core. There was a slightly desperate need to grind down on the chair you were sitting on. Andy's eyes dropped down to your lap, catching the small movement. His hand dropped from your face, fingertips ghosting over your torso until he reached your legs. He used one hand to pull them apart and despite your nerves, you let him.

"Andy," you whispered and his bright blue eyes snapped up to your face. He watched your face as his hand slid up the inside of your thigh, pushing your dress up with it. Andy licked his lips, eyes darting down to take in the lace panties you'd worn under your dress.

A soft gasp fell from your lips as his thumb grazed over the gusset, the lace stimulating the sensitive skin. You rolled your hips forward, needing more of his touch. Andy chuckled under his breath, his other hand rubbing his beard.

"Please," you panted out.

"Please what?" Andy asked, his voice rough and husky, "use your words. Tell me what you want."

"Touch me. I need you to touch me."

A growl tore through Andy's chest as he stood up, suddenly. Your head fell back to look up at him. He was so tall, looming over you. His button-down hugging his broad frame and you couldn't wait to see what he looked like underneath.

He grabbed your hand, pulling you up from your chair before he picked you up bridal style. Taking you upstairs.

Andy kicked open the bedroom door and he placed you gently onto the bed, leaning forward until he had you caged between his hard chest and the mattress.

"You're so beautiful," Andy whispered, leaning down to kiss you. Your arms locked around his neck, returning his kiss with a deep hunger. You tried to arch up to press your body to his.

Andy began to kiss down your throat, nipping at your collar bone before he began to climb down your body. His hand found the zipper beneath you and pulled it down. The dress loosened and you sat up, allowing him to pull it down your arms.

He kept going until the dress sat pooled at the foot of the bed and you laid there in your dainty wedding lingerie. The way he was looking at you made your whole body heat up like you were on display for him. The nerves made you want to hide. No one had ever looked at you that way before and you didn't know how to act but you were also frozen in place by those icy blues.

His hand cupped your foot, lifting it. He placed a soft kiss on your ankle, lightly running his teeth over the bone and you felt it straight in your core. The need was growing and you almost couldn't handle it. You wanted to beg but you knew he'd only make you wait longer.

He smirked as he watched you squirm. It felt like an eternity as he took his sweet time kissing up to your calf, your inner thigh until he was nestled between your legs. His breath was warm against your panties and your hands grabbed the sheets, in an effort to not grab his head and push your cunt into his face.

You let out a loud whimper as the tip of his tongue barely traced over your cloth covered pussy. The words were stuck on your lips as he continued to tease you, swirling over the lace in intricate designs. His mouth closed over your pussy through the lace, sucking loudly and your hips bucked up, needing the skin-to-skin contact.

He pushed the lace aside and blew lightly on your heated core. Goosebumps erupted all over your body and you lifted your hips again.

“Yes. Yes, Andy. There hasn’t been anyone before.”

“Andy, please,” you whispered, biting your bottom lip to distract from the need, “I need you.”

“Am I your first, darling?” Andy asked, ignoring your plea. His lips pressed to your inner thigh before he bite down when you didn’t answer fast enough. You let out a screech, trying to flinch away from him, but his grip on you was too solid, “Answer me. Otherwise, you won’t get what you want.”

Your vision was hazy as he wrapped his mouth around your clit. Your body arched, hips trying to lift but the weight of his arm on your lower abdomen made it hard. You could feel him smiling against you, his tongue swirling over the bundle of nerves. The way he ate you out, built you up in a way you had never been able to on your own. His hand trailed up your thigh and you weren't paying too much attention to where it was going. Too busy with how Andy's tongue was swirling over your clit. Your hole clenched around emptiness and for the first time you felt an intense urge to be filled.

Almost as if Andy heard your inner thoughts over your continuous moans, he circled the tip of his middle finger around your tight hole, teasing you. Your hips tried to lift again, as he pushed in. There was a slight burning but the more he moved, the wetter you got. He curled his fingers and suddenly he brushed over a spot that made you jump and squeak.

“There it is. That feel good baby?" You nodded rapidly as he did it again He had to keep going, you needed it and if he stopped, you felt like you might die "Andy, more. Please.”

He chuckled and pushed in a second finger. Pumping them in and out with such precision. One hard suck on your clit sent you straight over the edge. Your hands grasped handfuls of the sheets, eyes rolling back as you had what you considered an out of body experience. Pleasure flooding every inch of your body and your mind grew hazy.

You started coming to when you felt Andy trailing kisses up your abdomen. His eyes watched you and the intensity made your stomach flutter. He lifted himself up, resting his forearms on either side of your head. Feeling brave, you leaned up and captured his lips. He made a nearly feral sound as he devoured your mouth. It made your head swim and you arched up pressing yourself to him.

You ran your hands down the front of his shirt, undoing each button your way down. Everything about that moment made you want to melt into him. Your legs wrapped around his waist and Andy dropped his weight down, pinning you to the bed.

It wasn't something you had thought about much, your first time, but you always hoped it would be magical. Nothing else seemed to matter as it came closer to happening and time seemed to stand still, You could physically feel Andy's body beneath your hands; his lips on your skin. Mentally you were on a different plane of ecstasy. You pouted when Andy pulled out of your grip to slip his shirt off his broad shoulders and make even quicker haste of his pants.

He was beautiful, long lean muscles of his arms, dark hair dusting his chest, denser in a trail down his boxers. The defined shape of his cock was prominent through the thin fabric of his boxers, “Fuck," you muttered.

“What's wrong, angel?" Andy's calloused hands rubbed up your thighs.

“It's too big, Andy. It won't fit," you bit your lip, worrying a hole in your bottom lip.

“Oh baby," Andy reached up to cup your face, using his other hand to push down his boxers, “Don’t worry. You were made for me, I'Il make it fit."

He sounded so confident that you found yourself believing him. A wave of arousal pooled between your thighs. You couldn't deny that you liked the possessive claim he had on you.

"You want it?”

You held his gaze, nodding. A surge of bravery had you sitting up enough to undo your bra and toss it aside. Andy's eyes dropped to your breasts, watching them as you laid back down.

“Tell me what you want. Do use your words." Andy leaned down, his hot mouth encasing a nipple. He worshipped it before switching to the other one. You lost yourself in the feeling and began running your fingers through his fluffy hair. Messily he switched back and forth, his tongue making everything glossy. "What d'you want, baby? Don't make me ask again.”

He rested his chin on your sternum, his dark eyes watching you. You gave him a soft smile, gently caressing his cheek and running your thumb over his bottom lip. There was an almost dangerous glint in his eye. Yet you felt complete and utterly content.

“I feel safe with you,” you whispered. His features softened and he lifted his head to give you a sweet kiss, "Make me yours, Andy I want to be yours.”

For a moment a weird look crossed his features and he almost seemed like he wanted to say something instead he kissed you breathless. Lips locked yours, he braced himself and reached down to grab his cock. He pumped himself a couple of times before running the tip through your folds and notching your hole. You gasped into his mouth. There was no way the whole thing was going to fit if his tip made you feel this stretched out.

Your nails sank into his biceps, trying to focus on the kiss, instead of the thick cock splitting you in half. A soft whimper came out before you could stop it. Andy broke the kiss, resting his head against your forehead.

"You're doing so good. Taking me like a good girl.”

“Andy-," you whined, “I cant."

"You can, baby. Just a little more,” he reassured, “You can do it.”

You tensed up as he pushed in that final inch. His girth filled you up so well that he felt like he was permanently a part of you. He was right, you were made for him.

Andy's body shook as he fought the urge to move. Like a gentleman, he was allowing you to adjust. He kissed all over your face, licking up the few tears that slipped from the pain. Kissing down your neck, leaving marks all over your collarbones, whispering sweet things. All to distract you from the pain.

The pain gave way to a deep need for more. Your hips bucked up, and you clenched around him. Andy hissed, burying his head in your neck. “Move, Andy. You can move.”

Needing no more incentive, Andy pulled out and snapped his hips forward. The first few thrusts were slow and steady. And then his tether seemed to snap, and he sat back on his knees, a hard hold on your hips. He began to pistol you. His thrusts were sloppily and hard. His need to claim you prominent.

He bit down on your pulse point, lapping at it to soothe it before he continued up to your jaw and finally your lips.

“I'm gonna fill you up. Watch you grow with my baby. Show the world you’re mine. You’re never going to leave me," Andy whispered against your gasping mouth. You keened, rolling your hips in an attempt to meet his rhythm. "Mine."

"Yours." It was the only word you could even attempt to muster. Andy growled and reached between your bodies, thumb swiping over your clit. He began to work it in time with his passionate ruts to aid in building you up that cliff. Your thighs began to tremble and with a final glide over your sweet spot, the coil snapped and you came for the second time. This time was even more intense. Andy kept going and you could feel by his tense body that he wasn't going last long.

“Fuck, so tight. Milking me so well I'm not gonna last,” he grunted and with a loud groan, he came. Spurts of hot cum coated your sensitive walls. He kept fucking you, shooting deeper into you with each thrust. "Now you're truly mine."

With that he pulled out, using his fingers to push in anything that escaped. You winced a

bit from exhaustion and sensitivity but kept quiet. Once he was satisfied, he rolled off, pulling you into his side. Your worn-out body happily welcomed the warmth. You snuggled closer and dozed off.

The next morning you woke up alone. Your body ached as you stretched out, and there was dull pain between your legs. You felt sticky and warm, feeling the need to shower. Or at least to distract yourself from the pang of pain that hit your heart from waking up alone.

You got up, whining with each movement. There were bruises littering your lower body and there were probably more on your neck and torso. The sheets bared evidence of your deflowering, a mixture of blood and semen staining. Somehow you felt dirty and used. Andy got what he wanted and left you alone.

With that thought in your mind, you grabbed the sheets and began frantically stripping the bed. Only then did you come across a note from Andy on the ground. The sudden rush of relief made you tear up, the emotions running wild. You read the note three times before your body fully felt calm again. He had been called into the office with new evidence about a case and he was sorry but he'd be home soon.

You wished you could have gone with him, but instead you decided to take your new role as a wife seriously. With the sheets in the wash, you quickly showered and replaced the bedding. Smoothing out your new dress, you headed to the kitchen. You had to have dinner ready before Andy would get home.

After that night, a routine was formed. Every day you proved yourself to Andy. Learning to be good to him, the way that he had been to you. Anything to ensure that he didn't send you back to those men. Honestly, it was blissful, this new life you led.

Andy had given you a clear set of rules to follow on how he liked things done, his favorite meals and other useful information. You were appreciative of these; it made the transition into being a housewife so much easier. Otherwise, you surely would have messed up, you knew you would.

Andy came home at seven every day, and you had figured out the best routine for getting everything done by them. He'd come home to dinner on the table and you in your prettiest dress waiting for him. You were always his dessert despite anything you may have made. “That was for you,” he stated, making you sure gained some weight on your bones, just how he liked it.

Sex became one of your favorite things. Andy always made you feel so good that you craved it constantly. The feel of his beard left a permanent burn between your legs. A constant reminder of who you belonged to. There was no way to stop yourself from wanting him, and vice versa. He'd bend you over the counter anytime he saw you in an apron and any time you were up early enough to join him in the shower.

Those were the days that he claimed were his best ones, especially if he went to court. Quickly earning you the nickname Clover, being that you were his lucky charm.

Your life was perfect and nothing could ruin it. You were finally happy.

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Delicate Edges (Epilogue)

series summary: Trapped under a mountain of debt to the Hydra club, it is only in moments when Bucky walks into your flower shop that you forget the cruelty of the biker clubs of this town. But a war is brewing. And Bucky will stop at nothing to keep you safe. (Biker!AU) pairing: Bucky x reader chapter word count: 4.7k chapter warnings: the fluff you so rightfully deserve, the end of the series

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The bell at the front of your shop sang in time with the tambourine in Simon & Garfunkel's Cecilia. A revolving door of customers, laughter filling the small room as fingertips brushed against petals and admired the stunning display of colors brightening the walls. A toddler rushed around the feet of the guests, running after a fallen leaf that caught onto the gust of wind from the open door. He chased it with the contagious swell of childhood laughter until smiles broke out on every face in the shop.

Ever since Loki took over the Hydra club, the predominate fear that had taken hold of the town had subsided. He forgave the debts of those made under Pierce’s authority and cut back the interest rates for ones made through Rumlow, actually giving folks a chance to climb out of the hole they’d been forced to dig with a skull and tentacled shovel.

The size of the town seemed to double overnight – drawing in new faces to your shop and leaving the sidewalks busy with foot traffic. Whether it was people from the east who had found the courage to cross the border again or if those in the west were finally able to leave their homes without the fear of running into the Hydra club, you supposed it didn’t matter.

The town was healing. Rumlow was dead. Dot skipped town. And Rollins was charged with the murder of his former boss – a rather cunning move on Loki’s part to successfully rid himself of Rollins and escape jailtime himself. The rest of the Hydra club fell in line behind their new leader. Perhaps, because he offered a level of respect Rumlow had never freely given. Loyalty, as it turned out, did not have to be won purely on intimidation and violence alone. Loki found a way to earn it through compromise and the iron clad strength of his word.

The truce between the Hydra club and the 107 gave this town back what it had lost over the decades – it’s humanity.

You’d forgotten what it felt like to feel the rush of anticipation in your veins when you opened shop in the morning and turned on the lights. How sweet the flowers smelled when they were freshly cut and the glowing smile upon customers’ faces when you presented them with their bouquets, always brighter and lovelier than they’d imagined.

It was a dream you never wanted to wake up from. A world you never believed possible just a few months ago. And now—here it was. Real. Tangible. Wonderful.

Ms. Leary placed her usual Tuesday order on the counter, patting the stems lightly with a strange sort of pride upon her features. Her smile was tight, pressed high, and she slid the cash across the table without waiting for the total.

“I like this look on you, deary,” she said cheekily. Today, she wore a softer shade of pink drawn over her lips. It matched the blush upon her cheekbones. She turned a trembling hand as you placed her change into her palm.

“I’m not sure I know what you mean,” you replied, though you could feel the subtle ache in your face – the prolonged exposure of a smile you hadn’t been able to wipe for the last two weeks. You couldn’t have suppressed it if you had tried.

“I’m just glad to see you followed my advice.” She raised a thinning brow at you, lips puckered.

Then, as if on cue, Bucky strolled through the front door. The bell chimed over his head and he glanced up at it; hands tucked tight into his pockets to make himself as small as possible in order to weave through the crowd. The moment his eyes caught yours, something in his body melted – his shoulders giving way to the tension, his breath falling easy in his chest. Pure relief.

Ms. Leary turned back to you, a prideful look upon her features as she grinned. You sighed, biting at your lip because the damn smile only grew the longer Bucky looked at you. He stepped forward, giving a polite smile to Ms. Leary, before he pulled his hand from his pocket. Nestled between his fingers was a disfigured dandelion he must have picked from between the sidewalk cracks outside your shop.

You took it from his hands, allowing your fingertips to linger just a moment longer against his before you tucked the stem of the flower behind your ear. Bucky exhaled, his hand landing against his heart.

“Beautiful,” he sighed, swooning like the actors in your mom’s old movie collection. He winked at Ms. Leary and it only seemed to drive her point further. She gathered her bouquet in her arms, promising to tell her husband all about the new developments on her way out the door. You only laughed when Bucky asked you what she meant.

“Give me a few minutes?” you asked, gesturing to the line that had formed by the register. It had been busy like this since the day you reopened the shop. It was like something sparked inside of you again – the fear slipped like water through your hands, the sun warm against your skin. The endless pit in your stomach making way for the swarm of butterflies Bucky had left in its place.

“Take your time, honey,” Bucky grinned, propping himself up against the desk at the back of the shop. His arms folded over his chest, a proud look upon his face as he watched you.

You tried to shake off his stare as you returned to the customers, happily tying ribbons around the bouquets and filling the register higher than it had been in years, but something about the way Bucky watched you left you feeling warm inside. Safe. His gaze was always welcomed – encouraged, even.

It did not slip your notice when several of your customers glanced in his direction, how some smiled at him or offered a shy wave of their hand. They recognized him from around town, many knew his name and the reputation that had marked him as a villain.

But they had listened to the rumors once before, and they listened again when the story began to change. They listened as word spread of the man who donned the mask of the vicious leader of the 107 and sacrificed his heart to protect what little of the town he could, who carried the weight of the world on his shoulders and only ever wanted to keep his family safe. This wonderful, kind man who was not the monster they believed him to be, but the one who slayed the demon who had ruled the west.

They began to recognize him for what he was – a hero.

After the last customer left the shop and the bell chimed over their heads, Bucky swooped in and caged his arms around your waist. He spun you toward him – wasting not a single second as his lips captured yours. Grinning so widely you could taste the laughter on his breath.

Between kisses, he said, “I’ve got something for you.”

You pulled back, intrigued. “Another dandelion from the sidewalk?”

Bucky frowned, pouting rather dramatically as you teased him. The line of a healing scar on his cheek pinched in the effort and you delicately reached up and ran your thumb sweetly against it until he relaxed.

“You’ll have to wait and see, doll,” Bucky replied, being withholding on purpose for making fun of his dandelion. It still nestled behind your ear as he drew a line along your face.

Then, he took you buy the hand and let you through the front of your shop. You locked the door behind you, taking a moment to admire the displays of flowers in the windows – arrangements your parents would have been proud of, filled with the colors that reminded you of them the most. Your mother’s blue dresses and the faded embroidery on her apron. Your father’s gold watch and the various shades of red and white plaid shirts he wore until the fabric was torn and frayed.

The keychain Bucky gave you the night you met swung in your grip before you tucked it into your bag. You found Bucky waiting for you on the sidewalk, leaning against his bike. You stilled, eyes narrowing.

“You got me... a ride on your bike?”

Bucky laughed, full bellied. “No. Your present’s back at the Centenarian. But I was thinking I’d drive you this time.”

He patted the seat and that was when you noticed the second helmet hanging off the handlebars. You wondered how long ago he must have gotten that because your initials were engraved into the nape, the same way Bucky’s were on his. He swung a leg over the body of the bike, gesturing for you to follow.

Nervously, you brushed your hands down the front of your jeans, thankful that you’d elected not to go with one of the many dresses in your closet. You set your hands on Bucky’s shoulders, using him to steady you as you climbed on behind him. He gave you a moment to get used to the feel of it, allowing your hands to slide around his waist, your chest pressed tightly to his back.

“How’s it feel?”

“We’re still parked, so it’s not so bad,” you replied, hearing the nerves in your voice. Bucky covered your hands with his own, leaning back over his shoulder to kiss the crown of your head.

“You’ll be just fine, honey. I’ll go slow for you.”

“You better.”

Bucky laughed as he passed you the helmet. Before you could slide it over your head, you caught glimpse of a figure standing across the street – watching you. You stilled as the pristinely tailored suit and expensive black shoes stepped into the sunlight. Loki gave a short nod in your direction, lifting his hand in recognition and he was—waving?

Bucky raised his hand in return, confused and hesitant in his movements, but it seemed to be enough for the new Hydra leader because he gave a thin smile and turned back to his walk. If the pedestrians knew who he was, they didn’t react to his presence as he strolled through the town. Some parted for him, scurrying quickly to the edges, while others have him a stiff, though welcoming smile.

Bucky let out a tense breath, shaking his head. “I will never get used to that.”

You agreed and then swiftly pulled the helmet on and adjusted the straps. Bucky did the same, and soon, the bike was roaring to life under you. You could feel the vibration settling into your body, the warmth of the metal and leather. You could barely hear yourself think, but you could feel the strength of Bucky’s body pressed against yours. Your arms caged around his waist – perhaps a little too tight, though he didn’t object.

He turned out onto the street and you held onto him as if he’d raced 80mph down the highway. You could only vaguely hear him chuckling to himself as he picked up speed, though not enough to rattle you, as he crossed through town.

The border didn’t exist anymore – the red X scrubbed off the sidewalk only days after Bucky and Loki’s deal – but it was a challenge to remind yourself that things had changed. You’d practically grown up under the rule of Hydra; first with Pierce, then Rumlow. Rewiring your brain to see Loki as an ally, to know that you could sleep soundly on the first Tuesdays of the month, to be able to love Bucky in the light of day and not worry for the enemies lurking over his shoulder, was more challenging than you anticipated.

The bike pulled to a slow stop at the one red light in town. The engine purred under you as you relaxed your grip around Bucky’s waist. He whined and tugged your arms around him again before you could let go. Laughter came easily to you these days. The light turned green and you clung onto him again. You could hear him chuckling to himself even over the rush of the wind.

When Bucky pulled up to the Centenarian, your hands were locked against him. He shifted the bike into park and turned off the engine, removing his helmet. His hands gently coaxed over yours, easing the tension out of your fingers until you unlatched him. When he pulled away your helmet, he was smiling wide enough to brighten the blues in his eyes. Perfect, wonderful blue eyes.

“You’ll get used to the ride,” Bucky teased, setting down your helmet as he offered you a hand to help ease you off the bike. You weren’t so convinced, but you supposed that as long as it was Bucky you were holding onto, you’d survive just about anything.

“Hey Mr. Barnes!” a voice called from the open green next to the bar. A kid, no older than thirteen jogged after a soccer ball that had rolled its way off the field. It came to a stop under Bucky’s boot. The kid paused, waiting, and spared a short glance over his shoulder to his friends watching in the distance.

Bucky leaned over slowly and picked up the ball. He tossed it once in the air, as if to test its weight, and threw it back to the kid. The boy lit up as he slowed the momentum of the ball by allowing it to hit his chest and drop to the ground. He kicked it back to his friends who quickly jumped back into the heart of their match. The kid lingered a little longer and dipped his head at Bucky – a silent acknowledgement, a quiet ‘thank you.’

You were grinning at Bucky when he turned back to you, his hand extended in your direction.

“What?” he chuckled, though pink warmed his cheeks.

“Nothing,” you said with a shrug, though your inability to stop your smile from aching on your cheeks spoke otherwise. For the town to start seeing Bucky as the good man you knew he was – it was not something you could easily bring to words. The same children who had once run away in fear now waved to him from the sidewalk. It removed years of weight from Bucky’s shoulders.

Hand in his, Bucky led you along the sidewalk to the Centenarian. You took your time as you walked, savoring these last few moments where Bucky was entirely yours. Slowly, he pulled your joined hands to his lips and sweetly kissed at each of the knuckles. His own were scabbed over and healing from the night everything had changed and still, you tugged his hand to your mouth and mimicked the same kisses. Bucky watched you with a sort of awe on his features you weren’t sure you’d ever get used to.

Through the open windows of the bar, Dolly Parton’s 9 to 5 carried out through the jukebox – not doubt at Barton’s doing. You wondered briefly if Tony had given him a hard time about it, given his history of revoked jukebox privileges, but decided quickly that no one in good conscious could ever turn down a Ms. Parton classic.

Though a smile etched on your lips, you could still feel the gnawing twist of anticipation the closer Bucky led you to the door. It wasn’t that you hadn’t been back since the night Rumlow and Hydra swarmed the bar and beat Bucky to a pulp – because you had. You'd seen the faint droplets of blood on the wooden surfaces the cleaning products could not absorb – tiny speckles of red splattered as they flew from Bucky’s broken lip on the knuckles of vile men. Less noticeable than the stain from where he’d recovered from the knife wound before he met you, but still – your eyes were drawn to it. Capturing you. Paralyzing you.

Bucky had kept himself within your reach the entire time, his touch lingering against you in one way or another. His contact didn’t waiver – constant reminders that he was there with you now and the memories threatening to drag you under could not take hold as long as he held you.

The longer you stayed in the bar that first night back – caught up in the strums of Fleetwood Mac on the jukebox and the laughter carrying from the chosen family circled around the bar – the looser the knot in your chest came undone. Reminders that good had happened within these walls more than the darkest of horrors you’d faced. And if Bucky could stand by your side, only feet away from the evidence of the violence done to him and still have the capacity to laugh and smile and feel something other than crushing fear – so could you.

Bucky slowed his pace for you as he approached the doors, his perceptive nature catching onto your long, drawn in breaths as you readied yourself. You would learn to find comfort in this place again. With so much joy bursting through the windows as the chorus of 9 to 5 carried on the off-key pitches of the semi-inebriated voices inside, you gathered the strength to open the door yourself.

Your name was called in every direction as you stepped inside, a rush of relief into your bones. Bucky squeezed your hand, giving you a wink as if to say, ‘See? I knew you’d be just fine, doll.’

Peter was waving at you from across the bar, several french fries in his hand as he attempted to follow the lyrics to the song on his phone at Stark and Barton’s rather aggressive demand. The two of them were arm in arm, beers sloshing over their hands as they sang loudly by the jukebox.

Natasha, Sam, and Steve were all sitting at the bar. They raised their drinks as you looked to them with what you could only describe as pride upon their faces – bright smiles in line with the fresh bouquets adorning the ends of the bar.

But it was the older woman with the bright red bandana pulled around her hair that stole your attention. She crossed the room with her arms stretched out, a motherly glow about her features as she swooped Bucky into her arms. You laughed as Bucky exhaled a surprised grunt and you released his hand. You stepped back, grinning as he struggled to break free from her hold.

“Good to see you in one piece again, sweetheart,” Mrs. Marcovaldo grinned, the thick Italian accent rolling over every word. When she finally let him go, a frown quickly pressed at her lips and she swatted the back of his head. “Now introduce me to this lovely young lady properly.”

Bucky rolled his eyes, though he was fighting his smile. “This is Y/n. She’s--”

"The beautiful florist from across the border who capture our sweet boy’s heart!” Mrs. Marcovaldo finished, her arms already opening for you. You glanced at Bucky and he gave a short nod of encouragement. There wasn’t much saying no to this woman, you supposed, but maybe there was something about her motherly charm that pulled at every heart string you head. When her arms closed around you, you melted against her. She seemed to sense the loss you felt – the emptiness of being without your parents for so long – and her hand rubbed gentle circles on your back.

“Anytime you need a hug, you come find me,” Mrs. Marcovaldo soothed and you found yourself hugging her a little tighter. When she finally let her arms fall from around your sides, she reached out and pinched Bucky on the arm. “Don’t go hiding this one away again!”

“Eesh! All right, woman!” Bucky shooed her hand away when she tried to pinch him again.

Between their familiar bickering, you caught sight of a mop of bleach blonde hair swerving through the crowd. He settled at a table near the corner and beside him, holding a mug looked to be brought from her own café, was Wanda Maximoff. Your lips parted, staring at the twins, before you quietly excused yourself from Bucky and Mrs. Marcovaldo's teasing arguments.

“Wanda? Pietro?”

Wanda grinned as you sank breathlessly into the seat beside her. Pietro was too busy swooning over Natasha, his stare painfully obvious as he propped his chin up on his hand, hearts filled into his eyes. Wanda scoffed, waving him off.

“What are you doing here?” you asked giddily, barely able to contain the smile spreading higher on your face.

“Bucky invited us,” Wanda replied rather casually for the noticeable excitement tapping on her fingers. She glanced around the room at the people she once believed to be part of a notorious biker gang. “It’s exciting, isn’t? It’s still hard to wrap my head around. Feels like we’re doing something dangerous.”

There was a glimmer of excitement in her eyes as she tapped her nails against her coffee cup.

“You know they were never what the rumors made them out to be,” you reminded her with a teasing smile. Wanda nodded and still – her knee bounced under the table as she drew her bottom lip between her teeth. Poorly suppressing a smile as she watched Sam and Natasha bickering at the bar.

“You seem so happy,” she said with nothing more than pride and relief in her voice. Wanda set a hand along your forearm and squeezed. “I’m glad you found them. They’re like family to you, aren’t they? I can tell how much they love you. They... they seem like good people.”

“You know you were my family first, Wanda,” you told her. “You still are.”

She nodded, that soft smile still lingering on her face. “I suppose we have in-laws now, don’t we?”

When you laughed, it ached in your stomach. Only when it subsided, were you able to throw your arms around Wanda’s shoulders and hug her. There wasn’t enough appreciation in the world to convey to her how much she meant to you, that she was your rock for years before you ever met Bucky or his wayward family. But she understood. And she hugged you back a little tighter.

“Hey,” Pietro said, nudging your arm, oblivious to the heartfelt conversation between you and his sister. “What’s the redhead’s deal?”

“Oh, I’d stay far away from Natasha if you value your pride,” Bucky chuckled as he came up from behind, setting a comforting hand on Pietro’s shoulder. Pietro frowned, and returned to his rather obvious staring.

“Mind if I steal Y/n back?” Bucky asked, his attention turned back to Wanda.

Wanda could hardly hold back the smirk up her lips as she shook her head.

“Come on, doll,” Bucky leaned into your ear, “still got something special for you.”

You raised an eyebrow, cheeks flushing warm as he led you to the back office. You glanced around at the amount of people in the bar – friends, some Bucky considered his actual family. The walls were too thin for that and you knew the lock on the door was meaningless when so many held the keys. Still – something skipped in your chest at the thought. You smothered it down.

“Not here,” you warned, brushing your palms against your jeans, and Bucky shared a confused look with you for a moment before he burst into laughter.

“Oh honey, it’s not that,” he laughed, wiping tears from his eyes. “Although, I’m curious now that you mention it.”

“Bucky...”

“Okay, okay!” Bucky grinned as closed the door behind you, offering you the chair behind the desk. “Give me one second.”

You sank into the leather chair, steadying yourself on the unbalanced wheel with two hands upon the desk. Bucky scrambled around the room, opening drawers and filing cabinets in search of something. When he finally found what he was looking for Bohemian Rhapsody had slithered its way through the cracks of the door and the entire bar was singing in unison. Bucky looked down at the small, black box in his hands – about the size of a closed fist – before he extended it to you.

“What is it?” you asked, staring down at the box and the golden ribbon bowed at the center.

“Open it.”

You rolled your eyes playfully and did as he asked. The ribbon pulled easily from the bow, allowing the golden rope to slide from the box. You stole one last look up at Bucky, his hands wringing in his grasp, and then – you lifted the top of the box.

Inside, was your father’s gold watch.

Your eyes darted back up to Bucky, stunned. He gave you a nervous smile in return. The lid fell from your weakened fingertips, pulse skyrocketing at the sight of the watch pieced back together, it’s memory of Rumlow’s heel shattering the glass and fracturing the links clawing at the back of your mind. You ran your fingers over the glass.

“How?” you gasped.

“It's not all original,” Bucky explained slowly. “The glass on the face is new and there’s a few bolts that had to be replaced, but I tried to keep it as your father left it. All the scratches on the links should still be there. And the hands don’t move. They reset it to 4:08 like he had it. I tried to keep it as close as I could.”

You pulled the watch from the case, hands shaking as tears swelled in your eyes. Sure enough, there was still speckles of soil tucked between some of the gears on the face of the watch, scratches on the gold links from where your father had constantly bumped his wrist on the table with mumbled curse words you mother often scolded him for. Locked on 4:08 because your father never took it to the shop for a new battery before he died.

“I know it’s not the same,” Bucky continued, the nerves in his voice worsening the longer you sat in silence together. “If it’s too much, just say the word and I’ll take it back, honey. I just thought... maybe...”

You set the watch on the table, crossed the room to Bucky, and with more determination than you’d felt in years, set your hand against the back of his head and brought his mouth to you. Words died on his lips as they fell between yours, his body sinking into you as his hands looped at your waist. Tears slid against your cheeks as you kissed him – a rush of pure, unbridled happiness unlike you'd ever felt. Words could not simply do it justice.

When you finally pulled back, breathless, Bucky chuckled, “so I did good?”

You laughed, throwing your head back as Bucky picked up the watch from the table. He unclasped the link and slid it around your wrist. Once it hung loose against your arm once again, you set your hands against his cheeks.

“I love you,” you said. The heaviest words you’d ever spoken and yet, when you said them to Bucky, they were light as air.

Relief peppered on his face, coaxing through the worry lines on his forehead. When he smiled, you felt the shift in his features under your palms – tangible proof of his unbridled affection. He turned his head, shifting only enough to press his lips to the inside of your hand.

“I love you, too,” Bucky exhaled, an aching sigh from his lips.

This wonderful, brave man who selflessly cast himself to the shadows, who dared to take your hand as you both stepped back into the comfort of the morning light. This blue-eyed man who saved you in more ways than you could possibly count – an impossible debt that held no burden, no interest; one that was made entirely of devotion, one that was never expected to be returned.

But it was. And it had been.

Because for every day Bucky was able to hold you in his arms, a piece of his soul was saved, too. Drawn back from the darkness he made of himself to protect the town he loved. Given new life in the hands of the woman he loved. Smoothing his rough and jagged edges with feather light grace, with delicate kindness.

His florist in the west.

Your biker in the east.

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stuckysdumbbitch · 3 years

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keeping you safe

Summary: You go softer for him.

Pairings: Dark!Hunter!Bucky x Bunny!reader

warnings: 18+ content, past noncon, attempted noncon(not by Bucky), blood, minor character death, fluff at the end!

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Bucky sniffed you once more, trying to keep the sweet scent of strawberries engraved on his brain. He couldn’t help but coo at the sight of you in his red henley, the shirt had ridden up to show your fluffy tail poking out. He swallowed the desire of fucking you awake, and gave you one last kiss before he left.

You woke up hours later, to the unharmonious squeals if your babies. Groaning, you left the bed to tend their needs, seeing them jump at your sight in happiness was the purest thing ever.

The day went by as usual; you bathed with the bunnies in the big bath tub, you fed them and you cooked for Bucky when he came back.

The sky seemed to darken outside, and Bucky still wasn’t coming home. You pouted in confusion, deciding to curl up in bed after the babies were asleep. You didn’t thought much of it, tired with all the playing around you did that day and deciding to fall asleep.

You heard the door creaked open, and you firstly thought it was Bucky. Until you sniffed the air.

The air was sour, and as the floorboards creaked you began to panic. Your gaze went immediately to the bunnies, sleeping peacefully and huddled together.

“Look at this skimpy little bunny I found,” he taunted, and you immediately recognized him as Rumlow. “All alone, no one to defend you, slut.”.

His hand grazed your thighs with his long sharp claws and you whimpered, jumping away from him. You now could see him clearly, eyes glowing yellow in the darkness and pistol strapped to his waist. He tsked at your jumpiness, continuing his way towards the dog bed.

“Don’t touch them.” you growled, trying to look as threatening as possible. But he chuckled, bending over to pick a sleepy bunny. Tears welled up in your eyes in fear, a whimper getting caught in your throat.

“Take of that shirt,” he retorted, a smirk tugging at his lips to reveal his razor sharp teeth. “Or I’m going to squish each of this little shits under my boot,”.

You complied without even thinking, discarding the shirt and freezing when the air stroked your bare skin. You covered yourself, eyes begging as your ears stood pointing up in fear.

“Get on all fours,” he commanded. You did as he told you, seeing him from the corner of you eye. He dropped the bunny in the bed, making his way to you, stalking you. His eyes raked your naked body, the marks Bucky had left in your smooth skin.

You felt the bed dip behind you and let out a sob, clutching the pillow. He hushed you mockingly, clawed hands smoothing over your hips to the tail that laid in the union of your cheeks. He reeked of that lemon-like smell and you wanted to puke.

“You look so good,” he growled, tearing his zipper down. You cried harder at the noise, breathing heavily and shaking.

He slapped the tip of his cock on your dry entrance, spitting on it to lube it. His hands went under your body, grasping your tits hardly. You sniffled as you felt his nails dig into your skin, burning slightly.

The door swing open and Rumlow stopped, jolting away from the sound the wood made when it clashed against the wall. You turned around to see the shining blond hair you’d recognize everywhere, along with the sweet scent that brought you comfort.

Steve and Bucky pointed the hand guns at Rumlow’s face; you nearly sobbed when you saw the scattered purple marks covering Bucky’s face, along with a bloody busted lip.

“Soldat,” Rumlow greeted casually, hand sliding down to grasp his gun. “Just having fun with your little Bunny, so submissive.”.

“Get the fuck out of my house,”Bucky bellowed, and you could almost mewl from his fierceness.

“But why?We we’re having so much fun!”He exclaimed, slightly shifting toward so that you could feel his bare dick prod your ass. “Little girl here got on all fours all by herself!”.

And Bucky lost it, jumping to him to sock his face. Rumlow fired, hitting Bucky’s arm before he could take the gun away. You yelped, running off the bed to Steve. Even though you were naked, Steve sheltered you with his body.

You saw the fight vividly, even though Steve tried to pull you away; both of them throwing punches at each other, Bucky getting scratches all over his body and marks that would soon turn like the ones he already had.

Another bullet was shot, this time by Steve’s gun. You gasped at the amount of red spilling from the mess of bodies, before Bucky pulled away. Rumlow hollered in pain, clutching his side as he groaned and tossed around.

Steve didn’t allowed you to see, but you heard it when Bucky pulled the trigger and Rumlow stopped screaming, his scent disappearing quickly behind him.

After Bucky had clothes you, he asked Steve to stay with you while he took care of the body. You offered to help him wash the floor, but Steve kindly told you to lay down and try to relax.

He even placed your babies next to you, saying it would do you good. And it did, you eased when you saw your babies safe and sound. You carefully looked at the spotted bunny he has picked up, your baby was still asleep as if nothing happened.

Hours passed before Bucky came back, thanking Steve as he left. He made his way to you slowly, hugging you from behind while kissing your shoulders.

You felt a tear drop into your neck, realizing he was crying. You held his hand tightly, kissing his bruised knuckles.

“I’m sorry,” he croaked, tears and sobs wrecking his voice. “They got me when I was checking the traps; told me Rumlow was on his way here, I’m so sorry bunny,”.

You fidgeted with the hem of the yellow hoodie you were in. You didn’t know what to tell him. Tears ran down your face, but you quickly wiped them. Bucky admired how strong you were, smiling for him as if nothing happened.

“What should we name them?”you said suddenly, hoping your children could cheat up the situation.

“The babies?”he asked once he controlled his cries, and you nodded, making him smile through tears.

“I think this one has your hair color,” you chuckled, picking up the lighter brown bunny who tiredly opened his eyes. “Even the same eyes!”

Bucky looked closer, realizing the Bunny had navy blue eyes.

“What about Sergeant?”He asked, watching you hum in agreement. “And how do we call this pretty girl?”

His fingers trailed over the white bunny, smaller than the rest.

“Spring!” you squealed, making him laugh.

By the end of your agreement, the darker brown bunny was called James, and the three spotted rabbits were called Lily, Basil and Cinnamon. Bucky fell asleep hugging your body, hand laying across your waste while you used his thick bicep as a pillow, the bunnies cuddling by your side.

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lexiawrittings · 3 years

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The Compromise. I

PAIRING.

Dark!CEO!Steve Rogers x Reader.

SUMMARY.

Wealthy CEO, Steve Rogers is a businessman before everything. All he ever wanted is to be the best, richest and smartest, owning all the finest companies. His priority: be better in affairs than his father.

But when a huge opportunity is offered to him, Steve would do anything in his power to seize it. And he’s ready to make a sweet and dangerous deal with you. Even though you are not willing to make a compromise with him.

A/N.

Political Relationship/Marriage? AU. Dark AU.

This is DARK. ANGST (i’m sorry) & SMUT (explicit sexual content) +18. Breeding Kink - sort of... Non-Con & Dub-Con. Mentions of Political Marriage. Mentions of Relationship/Marriage of Convenience. Swearing.

Here it is. One of my favorite story. Hopefully you will enjoyed it too. As always, thank you very much for reading! Don’t hesitate to leave your thoughts, comments, and feedback. (sorry for the layout at then, bugs from Tumblr)

A lots of Love! Lex!xxx

P.S: Gif is not mine, credits to the owner and maker.

WORDS.2942ish.

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Being the assistant of the wealthy, arrogant, sexy Steve Rogers has its perks. Your income was very high so you could buy anything you ever wanted. You could use his name anytime you wished to impress your relatives, or friends when they were visiting you for booking the best tables in the greatest and luxurious restaurants in Manhattan. And, one of the greatest benefits of them all was that you could have the best sex you ever had with this gorgeous man. It was one of his “arrangements“ with you. Every once in a while, Steve Rogers, solemn and clever, needed a release from his stressful business life. He was the one who decided the when and where without any confirmation on your part. He just scheduled the meeting in your daily calendar like it was one of his business luncheon. And you showed up.

That’s why, on this Saturday evening you were, naked, sweaty, and panting hard under his muscular chest. Steve was thrusting into you, again and again, hitting the soft delicious spot inside your pussy. You clenched his thick cock once, biting your lips watching him grunted.

“ Baby! “ Steve moaned, still moving above you. He descended one hand caressing your skin stopping between your thighs. The blond man started to stroke your clit with his fingers, urgently. “ Come for me. ” He whispered his red mouth still wet from your previous orgasm. “ Come all around me.“

The bed was creaking with your movement in his darkroom. You were pressed into the mattress, feeling your climax coming once again deep inside your core. Steve pushed harder inside of you, feeling you were almost there. You grazed his smooth back with your nails arching your back as you reached your peak, deliciously hot and blissful. You whimpered, squeezing him hard. Steve swore under his breath, putting his head into the crook of your neck, he came in a low and deep groan, his hips jerking at each spasm, his cock throbbing inside of you. You breathed hard under him, softly kissing his shoulder. Your eyelids were heavy from tiredness but you felt euphoric. His hot breath was fanning your neck, his sweaty chest was against your naked breast. Steve swallowed as he braced himself from you, one hand next to your head the other stroking softly your clit making you shiver. He took himself out, looking at you, he frowned, concentrating.

“ Did you send the fiscal papers to the Financial Department? “ He asked a bit out of breath. His head was clear and turned into business mode.

You nodded once. You didn't know how after all of the sex, he could still think about work.

“ And did you send the e-mail to Stark? The one with the new numbers? “ He continued his voice hoarse.

You nodded again, confused. Because his voice was CEOish but his hand on your stomach was gentle.

“ Good. “ Steve replied.

He licked his lips humming his approval as he tasted your sweet juice on his tongue. He smirked seeing your eyes darkened from the sight closely watching him, but he pushed his body away from you and get up on the steady ground of his bedroom’s floor. He started to walked toward his bathroom, naked like the day he was born.

“ Monday I have a meeting with Wilson & Barnes, don’t forget to buy the beverage, Miss Smith. “ He informed you, his back, turned to you. You could saw the long scratch of your nails on his skin.

You sighed, watching him closed the door of the bathroom. It was back to Miss Smith again. It wasn’t your last name, but Steve Rogers wasn’t the greatest of the boss. And if he used this name it meant that your night together was over and it was the time for you to go home. It was your deal between the two of you since you started to work at Rogers Inc. You were the best assistant ever, he was a jerk and arrogant boss, and sometimes the two of you will meet, preferably in his apartment, and had sex. Just wild and sensual sex, with no feeling and attachment. For him for sure. But for you, it was difficult each day to fool you that you haven’t any feelings, for him. You were lost, one part of you liked the tender man, he was sometimes. And another part of you was scared of how harsh, brutal, and dark he could be when he wanted something.

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“ I heard Rumlow is on the market again, trying to buy Stark Industries. “ James Buchanan Barnes stated, smiling behind his hand, watching his best friend getting angrier at the information. “ Even though he filed for bankruptcy last year, the word in the street is that a private investor gave him the money to buy one of the biggest companies in the world.” “ I don’t believe this lie, Buck’. “ Steve told him completely annoyed that his oldest rival/enemy was back in the game. “ I am the one who will buy Stark’s company. Tony trusts me. “ He continued, turning his chair back to the men to watch the biggest and tallest skyscrapers of New York City through the huge windows of his office. “ The only thing Tony trusts, my man, “ Sam smiled, raising himself from the white couch buttoning his jacket. “ Is money. “ He finally revealed, pointing at the glass door at his associate, he left the room a grin on his lips.

It was barely 10 a.m and Steve Rogers was already mad. The week had just begun.

“ Contact your father, Steve. I’m sure he will have a solution.“ Bucky raised himself from his seat his eyes following Sam leaning against the main desk in the waiting area. The dark-haired man sighed frowning at his colleague who was currently flirting with Steve’s assistant. The CEO couldn’t see them but he could hear them giggling in the lobby. His irritation was going up reaching a new level of anger. “ My father will blackmail me or worse bully me into something I don’t want to, for me to get the money. ” Steve replied without turning his back from the beautiful skyline of the city. “ Yes. “ Bucky admitted walking toward the door. “ But, in the end, you would possess the most important industrial firm in the world. “ He explained, his eyes watching the head of his friend, over his shoulder. He shook his head, before leaving the office closing the door behind him.

Steve knew that Bucky was right. He had to ask his father for the money or he could say goodbye to one of his biggest dream for his career: merging Stark company with his own. He turned around, turning his computer on to make a deal with the devil. Without turning his head from the screen, Steve hit one button on his telephone.

“ Miss Smith, I need you for a moment. “ He talks directly to the interphone set on the device and pushed his finger away.

You entered the office, less than a minute later. A pen and a notepad in your hand already ready to write his orders. He didn’t acknowledge you, still taping on the flat and white keyboard. A couple of minutes later, Steve finished his e-mail. He pressed send then he raised himself from his chair, tucking his tie and buttoning his expensive jacket. He walked around his desk finally looking at you. You had waited for him for the exactitude of two minutes and thirty seconds, but it wasn’t the first time he was a complete asshole to you. It won’t be the last time either.

" Follow me to the Financial Department, I need to know the exact numbers we could pull out for Stark Industries. " He informed you, still walking. " What ordered do I make to the kitchen for your lunch, sir? " You asked, nodding but also preparing your pen to write his answer. " Nothing. I’m going out for lunch and will remain out for the most part of this afternoon too.” He informed you, as he stopped in front of your frame. “Cancelled my appointments.”

You paused for a nanosecond at the new information settle in before putting your pen and small notepad in your skirt pocket. Steve was about to walk around you but he suddenly took your wrist into a firm grip in his hand. His eyes were darker and full of promising threats. You gasped surprised by his sudden movement. And then you felt it, the burning feeling from his tight hold, you winced under his angry face. He pulled on your wrist making you collided into his chest, with his other hand he raised your head, one finger under your chin. Your eyes met his cold blue one.

" It’s the first and last time I hear you flirting with one of my friends, sweetheart. Do you understand? " He asked his voice grave and low, his lips barely moving.

You nodded biting your lips under his glare. Steve leaned his mouth to yours, put a simple kiss on your lips. One. Tender. Then, he released you from his grip, stepping beside you to open the door. You let a quiet gasp escape your lips as you stroked the tender flesh of your wrist.

" Let’s go, Miss Smith, we haven’t all day. " He cried out without turning around, striding into the lobby toward the elevator.

Confused you followed him, tears in your eyes. You paused next to him, waiting for the elevator. Discomfort growing inside your chore.

" Miss Smith, you will do a quick reckon on Mr. Brock Rumlow while I’m away. I need to know everything. From the professors he had in preschool to the girls he's currently banging. " Steve commanded you as the metal doors open up in front of you. " Yes, sir. " You sniffed, quickly wiping away a tear from your cheek taking your small notepad and pen from your pocket you took notes.

Steve step inside. You followed him but pushed yourself at the back in one of the four corners, putting as much distance as possible between the two of you, making yourself small. The elevator closed the doors and start his descent to the floors below. Steve turned around his back to you. " Stop crying, baby. You know how much it makes me hard. " Steve said to you, his voice low. He took his phone from inside his jacket and started scrolling "And, I don’t have the time to fuck you, right now. “

With a trembling hand, you wiped away the remaining tears on your skin. You bite your lips your sighted set on his long fingers tapping the screen. Sometimes Steve Rogers could be much worse than a simple asshole. He could be frightening.

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It turned out to be a horrible and awful Monday as the day goes on and on. Steve was angry at everything. Pushing the bag, harder with his fists, he didn’t hear you walk into the gym room of the building. The night had felt in New York City, and almost every employee had returned home. Except you. You couldn’t leave until he did. Steve was wearing his sports clothes, a white t-shirt with sweat pants. His forehead and face were coated in sweat. He had returned to the office two hours ago without telling you anything. He just took his gym bag and went straight to this room. The space was large and clear with numerous sports machines. You leaned your side against the wall, a big folder in your hands.

Finally, Steve stopped hitting the punching ball. Panting, he put his hair away from his eyes.

" Did you finished what I asked you about Rumlow? " Steve asked, starting to take away the white bandage from his hand. " Yes. " You answered, clearing your voice. " I searched and classified every single information I could find on him. " You waved the folder to him. " From birth to present day. "

But Steve didn’t look at you. His thought turned on what his father had told him over their lunch earlier. “ Find a sweet wife, and makes an heir. I don’t want to see my name tainted and ending with you. “ Sweet words. His father was the worst but he had accepted to give him enough money to gather with what his financial team could bring from his company. It would be more than enough to beat Brock and buy Stark Industries but he still had to look for a wife and make a damn baby. He wasn’t the romantic kind of guy. Steve didn’t believe in love and all the other bullshit the media was brainwashing the world with. He loved sex and was pretty damn good at it. But what drove him was to grow his business and be the best. To be better than his father. And he was one step away from it and nobody or anyone will stop him.

" That’s great, Miss Smith. " He nodded taking the last bit of the bandage from his left hand before taking off the bandage from the right one. " Will you marry me, Y/N? " Steve asked not once raising his head from his fingers.

You froze feeling that you haven’t heard him well. You frowned taken aback by the words that came out of his mouth. You didn’t know if you should be more shocked at him for using your real name in three years or by his proposal. You swallowed hard waiting for him to laugh at you. And announced that all of it was a joke. A bad joke. Steve finally turned his blue sight toward you, raising an eyebrow, waiting for a reply.

" Well? " He asked impatiently, finishing with his bandage. " Oh, you are serious! " You exclaimed your mouth wide open, and almost dropping the huge folder on the floor. " Of course, I’m serious. " Steve replied annoyed throwing his stuff in his large sports bag.

Surprise, you dropped your gaze on the ground. Marriage? Marriage was such a big thing, celebrating and vowing in front of your friends and family to love each other for the rest of your life until death comes to break us apart. For you, it was something to do when you were in love but it wasn’t what Steve had in mind.

" You are great at your job, sexy and I like to have sex with you. " He enumerated looking at you and putting his hands on his hips. " I’m not taking no for an answer. So when we should get married, the sooner the better. " He continued his face dead serious looking at you.

You were so confused and baffled by all this, looking at him like a second head had grown on his neck. What the fuck was happening? You shook your head, making a step back to the door. He was insane. Seeing you moving back, Steve took two long strides to reach you before you could escape from him. Extracting the folder from your hold, he threw it across the gym room, papers flying around felt on the ground. Steve put his hands on both of your cheeks. He raised your head pulling it closer to his own. Scared, you look at his eyes. The word dangerous flashing around your mind.

" I told you, I won’t take no for answer. " He murmured his lips brushing yours. "When we will get married I will offer you everything that you desire. I’m filthy rich it’s almost indecent, sweetheart. You will have everything and more." He explained to you stroking your cheek, his dark eyes looking at your teary and fearful one. " A house, cars, clothes anything you want. All I asked in return is a couple of kids. " Steve whispered low against your lips. He brushed his hard-on in his pants against your lower stomach emphasizing his thought. " It will be your kids, I will send them to the best schools, they will have everything they want." He dry-humped your stomach, wiping a few tears on your cheeks with his thumbs, excited watching you frightened.

Steve was certainly insane selling this dream life to you. You needed to think alone, away from his pushy behavior. Closing your eyes, you tried to shrink away from his grasps but he was holding you tightly. You opened your eyes more tears falling on your cheeks, scared you shook your head once again.

" I-I… " You stuttered, choking a sob as you watched him smirked in front of you. " I told you, baby. I won’t take no for an answer. " He said quietly and pressed a kiss on your lips. He took one of your trembling hands from your side, pulled on it, and guided it inside his sweat pants and underwear. You gasped breaking away from him. You felt his hand forcing yours to pump his thick cock in his clothing. " I already told you, seeing you cried makes me horny, baby. " He mumbled in a low voice. " Horny and hard, just for you. " Steve reminded you, groaning at your touch.

He put his forehead against yours, feeling your hand all around him. He guided you to stroke him as he liked you too. You whimpered sobbing, not knowing what to do. Watching the tears falling on your cheeks, his cock throbbed inside of both of your hands. He darkly smiled at you before putting his lips on yours, pushing his tongue inside your mouth.

You will be his perfect little wife.

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talia-rumlow · 11 months

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Home Sweet Home (AU Rumlow X Reader) Chapter Seven - What Are You Waiting For?

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Pairing: Brock Rumlow (Mechanic ex Military Brock) X Reader

Word Count: 2315

Summary: Reader shares her frustration about Brock with her friend. And she gets some questionable advice.

Warnings: Age-Gap, mentions of sex

DISCLAIMER: This is an AU story. But I still don´t own any of the MARVEL characters, only my original ones.

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You're only half awake, when Brock plants a kiss on your forehead.

- Mmmm...

You murmur, and open your eyes.

- I'm going for my run!

He says, as he plants another kiss on your forehead.

You sit up, look at him. He's sexy in his work out clothes. And you slept in the bed with him, for the last three nights. You smile from the thought of how he wrapped his arms around you last night. So good, amazing even.

When he closes the door behind him, you fall back down on your back in the bed again, smiling from ear to ear. You've really, really, really never been this happy before. Even though you haven't had sex yet.

Brock returns about an hour later, and you already have a coffee ready for him. This is the life you want. You want THIS, every single day.

You smile all the way to work, and once again you find it really hard to concentrate on anything other than Brock. You actually have to go over your papers two and three times to make sure you get everything right. Is this how it feels to be "head over heels"?

When it's almost lunchtime, you call Jess. She picks up almost before the first ring.

- Slept with him yet?

Jess playfully asks.

- No, Jess. Not yet. That's actually what I wanted to talk to you about. Can we have lunch in my office today?

You ask, almost instantly regretting it. Maybe it is too soon? Maybe Brock is right, that you should wait?

- At your office? Did something happen?

Jess asks, concerned.

- No, Jess. Nothing is happening, that's why I want to talk to you.

You say, taking a deep breath.

- Say no more, I'll be right there!

Jess says, hanging up.

It's Tuseday, so Molly's working in a neighbouring town today. Molly was really a true hero that way. Worked at a retirement home every Tuesday. She 'd make a perfect nurse one day. Always so sweet and a caretaker by nature. She was the only one out of the three of you that went down that path, not caring at all that she'd probably get a ton of student loans and therefor had to twist and turn every dime for the rest of her life. This was what she wanted to do for a living. And you respected her a Great deal for that.

You were lucky. Your dad inherited his business from your granddad, and you were supposed to take over after your dad again. You grew up in a well off household, even though your parents were never together. Both of them had wealthy families, a good name, and their lives cut out for them, and so did you. Although you sometimes wished you had a choice, at least you knew you had a job for life. And a pay that gave you the opportunity to live a very comfortable life.

- Eat and talk!

Jess' voice brings you back to reality. She places your burger and fries in front of you, sits down in the other chair by your desk.

You open your burger, and take a bite, look at Jess.

- Spill! What's the problem?

She asks. You gesture that you need to chew before you can answer her. Jess puts a few of her fries in her mouth.

- Arrg.. Jess. I don't know...

You say, let the sentence die out.

- Holding out on you, huh?

Jess casually says. She is the only person in the entire world you know, that could possibly be this calm and collected when it comes to you and Brock. That's the reason you're coming to her with this particular problem.

- Err.. I don't know. He kinda just stops. And then the moment is over...

You say, looking down at your burger.

- Stops?

Jess asks, taking a bite of her burger.

- Everything is so good, you know, and I'm like all caught up in that moment. And then.... It's like he takes it away.

You say, sniff.

- Well, is he saying anything about it?

Jess asks, placing her hand on your shoulder.

- He says he's not ready...

You answer, look up at her. She sends you a little smile.

- Not ready?

Jess says. Cringing her face.

- Does he get a hard on?

Jess asks. Like it was the most normal question in the world to ask. Like getting a hard on is proof enough that he's ready.

- JESSICA!

You say. You knew you'd get these kinds of responses, you know Jess. She always saw life like this, easy and figuratively. For Jess a hard on IS proof enough.

- Well, does he?

Jess shrugs.

- Yes!

You say, and roll your eyes at her.

- So he's ready!

Jess states, triumphantly looking at you.

- He says he's not.

You argue back.

- Oh, please, YN!

Jess continues.

- He's a GUY! Guys are ready when they see you fill a canoly!

You can't help but laugh at that response. You knew that Jess would put some form of funny picture into this mess. But a canoly?

- He's not 20, Jess!

You say, between chuckles.

- He's the same age as your boss.

You continue, as Jess lifts her burger to take another bite.

- Well thank you for THAT lovely picture!

Jess says, as she puts her burger back on your desk.

- Take MY appetite away, why don't you?

She says, pushing her burger further away from her.

- He is!

You continue.

- Please, YN! STOP IT! I have to go back to work after this. This is NOT a picture I want in my head!

Jess says, putting her hands in front of her face. Then she takes a breath.

- So, let me get this straight...

Jess starts up again.

- He's kissing you?

She asks, waiting for you to answer. You nod.

- He's touching you?

You nod again.

- You sleep in his bed?

Another nod.

- And he gets a hard on?

You lean back in your chair, but you give her a nod.

- OK! So he's ready! What are you waiting for, YN? Just do it already! You know it'll be much harder when your dad get's back.

Jess says, and again gives you that triumphal look.

- Thank you, Jess. For bringing up my dad!

You say, folding your arms over your chest.

- I'm just saying it as it is. This is your time, YN! So go do it!

Jess answers, shrugging.

- Does it hurt?

You ask. Your voice is low, almost whispering. Jess shrugs.

- Maybe at first. But it'll pass.

Jess says.

- Depending on how big he is..

She continues, laughing.

- JESSICA GRAYSON!

You say, before you start to laugh too.

- I'm only kidding, YN! It'll be good. I promise. Just...

Jess stops for a second.

- Just show him! OK? Show him that you're ready. You know... Make the first move.

She continues.

Make the first move? Could you do that?

- How?

You ask.

- Err.. Like, when you go to bed tonight, you can like... I don't know... Sleep naked?

Jess says, shrugging a bit, and tilting her head.

- What if that doesn't do it?

You say, still a bit afraid that he actually doesn't want you like that. And that you've mixed yourself into something that will shatter your heart into a million pieces. And that you'll never ever get to put it back together.

- He'll embrace every part of it, YN! Trust me. If you're ready, you go and do it. And you have my blessing, times a hundred.

Jess says, friendly nudging your shoulder.

- Thanks Jess...

You say, sending her a friendly smile.

- Happy to help, YN! Happy to help. Well, I need to get back. Let me know, OK?

Jess says, as she gets up.

- Thanks again, Jess. This really helped.

You say, as Jess opens the door.

- No worries. Happy humping!

Jess says, before she walks out of your office.

You lean back in your chair, smiling "Happy humping!". Thank God for Jess. She always manage to help with these things. You remember when you started dating that guy Damian. You were 14. He was in Jess' class, two years older than you, and your dad almost lost his head over it. When Damian came to pick you up to go to the movies, your dad greeted him in the door, holding his glock-17. Damian almost lost his ability to talk, and when your dad sent you on your way with "Have her home by 10. You know I was Delta force, right?", Damian almost forgot which side of the car he was supposed to enter. It was safe to say, that Damian never took you out after that. And you didn't blame him.

When you told Jess about it, her response was "Well, it could be worse, he could've killed him!". And Jess wasn't wrong, had anything happened between you and Damian, your dad would probably at least threaten to.

Your dad was overly protective. If it were up to him, you'd probably stay a virgin and without a boyfriend for your entire life.

You sometimes thought it was cool to have a dad like that. And Molly and Jess sometimes asked you if he could scare off boys for them as well. If someone was approaching them, that they didn't like. Of course it was ment as a joke, but it gave you a pretty clear picture of the fact that you did have an overly protective, and kinda scary dad. Not like your mom at all. You mom, with her blue eyes and blonde hair. You found it strange that your mom and your dad even ended up at the same party that night you were made. Your dad, sure. But your mom? She always followed everybody elses commands. Except your dads. She argued with him. Mainly about child support and visitation rights. Everybody else just walked all over her. Like that new boyfriend. You hated him, HATED him.

The only thing your parents ever agreed on, was you! To make sure you grew up to be a decent, intelligent human being. Yeah, sure they were young when they had you, too young some might say. But you feel that they did a good job, raising you. You were always safe, they drove you to almost every single activity you wanted to try out, and they followed up school and extracurricular activities to the teeth. You always had a curfew, chores, and you were grounded a couple of times, and your wifi privileges were taken away once in a while. Both your parents were pretty strict that way. Probably to show that they could really do the job they put upon themselfs. And both the Rollins and the Lewis name came with a lot of money and had a respectful place in the community. It was expected of you to follow up on that. You had to work hard, and keep your good name right up there.

To be honest the fact that Brock and your dad even became best friends is a miracle. Although they both grew up here in Texas, it was in two completely different worlds. Of course Brock is pretty well off now, given that he managed to build his garage up from scratch. But it wasn't always like that. Brock grew up in the harder parts of town. In a single parent home, just his mom and his 6 siblings. They had next to no money, and his mom hardly got by. That's probably why Brock joined the army at the age of 18. He took two tours to Iraq and Afghanistan, before your dad also joined the army, and they had a couple of tours together. They were actually IN Afghanistan the day you were born. Your dad didn't get to hold you until you were 5 months old. They both went back two times after that, before that horrific attack on their convoi, when Brock saved your dads life. Your dad became an army veteran after that. You didn't even think he wanted to go back to that life. Too many grusom things had happened over there, and your dad didn't want you to grow up without him. Brock also took a step back from the military, and started his garage.

And now you're here. Hooking up with your dad's best friend. What has gotten into you? This! This thing you started doesn't exactly scream decent, intelligent human being. He is 26 years older than you, YN! 26 years! What are you doing? Your dad is going to kill Brock. Literally going to kill him! But you know you can't stop. You just can't. He is the one you want. He is!

You look at the time. FUCK! 4pm already. You got so lost in your own thoughts, that you totally lost track of time. Fuck, fuck, fuck! You franticly search your papers. Ten orders needs to be placed before Thursday, and two of them are pretty big ones. Well, no time for that now. You need to put in some extra hours tomorrow instead. There is no way, you're telling your dad you lost track of time. Then he'll ask why, and you really don't want to answer that.

You rearrange the papers, so you know what to do first tomorrow, before you lock yourself out of the office, and start the 15 minutes drive home. You're really stressed, and although the heat wave is starting to die off, you're still so sweaty that your shirt sticks to your back.

"Sleep naked" "Just do it already" "He's ready, YN" "He'll embrace every part of it"

Oh, shut up Jess. You say to yourself, when you park the car in your driveway. Brock's truck isn't there yet, so at least you have some time, time to think about what you're really going to do. What are you going to do?

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1-800-barnes · 3 years

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Undercover

pairing: detective!bucky x detective!reader

summary: When you and bucky go undercover to catch an identity thief, the investigation brings both of you closer.

word count: 1.7k

A/N: This is my first fic ever, please be nice<3 English is not my first language so if you see any mistakes please contact me!

Warnings: fluff, like one curse word, slight mention of a gun, B99 AU.

After Captain Fury assigned you and Bucky to go after an identity thief, Bucky seemed to be reluctant of being your partner, and that left you confused the whole morning. So when lunchtime came, you decided to ask him about it, “Buck, did I do something to you?” you asked him while entering the break room.

“What? No” he answered quickly, but it didn’t convince you “Then why are you trying to keep me off this case?” you whisper-yelled.

“All right” he started “Remember when you told me that you didn’t want to date cops? That bummed me out because I was thinking about asking you out,” he told you “Oh, okay” you hesitantly said, his words definitely caught you off guard, when you first started on the precinct you developed a crush on the blue-eyed man but couldn’t bring yourself to admit it, and now he tells you that he was thinking about asking you out?

“I know that’s not what you want and it just took me a while but I totally get it” you were confused about everything that’s going on “Bucky, I don’t know what to say…” before you could finish he interrupted you “Let’s just not make it weird, this is a case, we’ll work at it together because we’re professionals” before you could say something he rushed out of the room.

After not seeing Bucky for the whole day, you, him, Steve, and Natasha were in a van observing the guy you’re looking for “Why is he getting out here? I thought your C.I. said the drop was happening in a park.” you told Bucky. “Rumlow has the laptop with him. We should just arrest him right here.” you suggested “No, the buyer's the bigger collar. We've got to follow him in and wait for the handoff, let’s go inside,” he said in a demanding tone. “Wait, we look like cops. We're never gonna blend in dressed like this” you put your hair down and adjusted your shirt “How’s this?” you asked Bucky. Natasha turned to look at you “You look fine. Here, wear this” she hands you a jacket.

You and Bucky got out of the van and went into the restaurant, as soon as you got in you were standing next to Rumlow “Hi. Table for two, please.” bucky says. “I'm so sorry. There's nothing available. We're booked up.” the hostess said looking not interested at all, then you had an idea and decided to barge in “Oh, no, that's horrible.” you start “Tonight's a really important night for us. Johnny and I just got engaged, and this is where our first date was.” It took a couple of seconds but Bucky caught up with you “Oh, yeah, it would mean so much to Dora and me. I would have made a reservation, but I didn't know if she was gonna say yes” after he finished you kissed him on the cheek.

The hostess finally looked at you two “You are just so sweet together. You know, I'm sure I can find room for two young lovers.” she said. “Yeah, we are lovers... together... in beds” Bucky stated awkwardly and you just glanced at him giving a ‘don’t fuck up’ look.

When both of you got to the table, you break the silence “ Sorry about springing the engagement and romantic stuff on you.” you gave him an apologetic smile “No, no, no. That was great. I mean, it's what got us in here. Cheek kiss was a bit much. Very wet.” you looked at each other and laugh. You looked to your side and there was Rumlow and maybe his girlfriend? You didn’t know exactly, the only thing you thought about was how you and Bucky were screwed, they put you right beside the guy you were keeping an eye on. His girlfriend turned to you both and started talking.

The night couldn’t have been going worse, Rumlow’s girlfriend, whose name was Lucy, didn’t stop talking to you and Bucky the whole night. Although Rumlow seemed a bit skeptical he talked too.

After some time Rumlow and Lucy leave the table, but he sends the girl to get the car and he went to the kitchen, you turned to Bucky “He took the laptop case with him, he’s gonna make the drop, let's go.” Both of you went to the kitchen door but then, Rumlow saw you. “Damn, he saw us,” Your partner said worried but then he pulled you into a kiss. You couldn’t even process what’s happening, did he really just kiss you? Brock passes you two and Bucky pulled away “Good, good, we kept our cover intact, nice work,” he said rather quickly “Quick professional thinking out there. Very quick. Very professional.” you couldn’t get the kiss out of your head “Detective,” he said reaching his hand “Detective” you shook his hands “Let’s get back on the case” he instantly pulled you to get to the car.

You were back in the van with Natasha and Steve, following Rumlow. “How was the restaurant?” Steve asked quietly “Such a normal time” you squealed “Why are you being weird?” he said curiously. “We kissed” Bucky calmly said. “What?” Steve and Nat screamed together “To keep our cover from being blown, okay? We didn’t have a choice!” you exclaimed. Steve was going to say something until Natasha started uttered “He’s pulling over. It’s going down”.

You saw Rumlow leave the package by a tree “Guys, it’s not a handoff, he’s leaving it there” Bucky told Steve “You and Nat follow Rumlow, we’re going to stay with the package and get the buyer” the blonde agreed and right after, you and bucky left the car.

While waiting near the package, he was feeling perplexed due to the event that happened in the restaurant but it didn’t matter what he thought about, it was always you in the end. “Hey” he turned to you “We’re cool right?” he was worried about your answer, he couldn’t handle you being mad at him “Yes” you started “We’re fine, totally fine” but you weren’t, the kiss kept replaying in your head. “You know what? I’m actually really hungry, never got to eat at that fancy restaurant”. Now that he mentioned it, you actually were hungry as well “You know what I’m getting on my way home?” you asked him rhetorically. “Yeah, you’re gonna go to that cafe near your house, and get a cinnamon roll and a cup of hot chocolate,” he said casually “That's exactly what I’m gonna get,” you told him, you were going to tell ask him how he knew that but you felt another presence there “Bucky” you whispered, “He’s looking at us”. You could see the confusion on his face. “What?” the guy seemed suspicious so you had to be quick. “Well, this is happening,” you said more to yourself than him “Huh?” he hummed. Before he could say something else you grabbed his face and pulled him into a kiss, it was like you were made for each other, it felt so passionate and real, but you couldn’t forget that it was all an undercover act.

As you saw the guy start to move away with the case, you push Bucky away “NYPD! Freeze” you yelled “We are police colleagues” you said pointing your gun at him. “You’re under arrest. This is a work event” he quickly said. You both handcuffed the guy and brought him back to the precinct.

You were alone in the break room, the events of the evening running through your mind until Bucky comes in “Hey, could you sign this arrest report for Rumlow and the buyer?” he asked calmly. “Sure” you answered. How could he be so calm, did everything that you went through today not affect him the same way as it affected you? Maybe he just forgot about the idea of asking you out and didn’t want anything related to you in that way. “Man, I forgot how long your signature takes” he joked. “This whole night was really weird wasn’t it?” you question him “Yes, it totally was. I just want everything to go back to how it was”. You didn’t know why but his words hurt a little, wasn’t he willing to try to go out with you? “You're right y’know?” he continues “We shouldn’t date cops, ‘cause we make a great team, we work great together, doll” Doll? During all your years working side by side, he has never called you that, but maybe it was just a slip-up. “I don’t want anything to change.” you said “Me, neither”. Well, at least now you knew that he didn’t want anything more. “Okay, then that’s that detective Barnes” you whispered. “See you around the precinct” was the last thing he said before leaving the room.

Later, doing some paperwork, you went to the files room to get a file for your new case, everything was quiet there until you heard the door open. “Hey,” the person said, you could recognize that voice everywhere, it belonged to the person whose piercing blue eyes couldn’t leave your head “How are you holding up?” He asked. “I’m fine, just tired, today was a long day” you turned around, and there he was, standing right in front of you “what about you?” you returned the question. “Same” he starts “but I feel like something’s missing”. You looked into his eyes, not understanding what he meant, he stared right back at you, but then his eyes went to your mouth and next thing you knew, you were kissing again but know it didn’t involve an undercover it was just you and bucky, no one else. His hands were now warm, holding onto your waist, while yours were on the back of his neck, the kiss was everything you could’ve asked for, you felt like you were on a movie until you heard something.

“Hey, Bucky” It was Steve shouting from the other side of the door “I need your help here, pal”.

You both pulled away from each other, panting heavily, cheeks flushed and a smile on both faces.

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Week 26 Reblog Masterlist

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This is the list of the fics I read and recommend in Week 26 2023:

Spiderverse characters when they’re in love (Spiderverse characters X Reader) by @angelltheninth❤️

Sister responsibilities part 1 (Steve Rogers X Maximoff!Reader) by @lazydoodlesandfanfic 💚💙

Threadbare part 3: Rupture/Fractured (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @ronearoundblindly💚💙

He saved me (Abe Guevara X Reader) by @talia-rumlow 💙❤️

Todo bien (Brock Rumlow X Lectora X Steve Rogers) por @azulatodoryuga 💚💙❤️

All right (Brock Rumlow X Reader X Steve Rogers) by @azulatodoryuga 💚💙❤️

Justice (Poison Ivy X Reader) by @alwayssunnyinedensgate💚💙

Sister responsibilities part 2 (Steve Rogers X Maximoff!Reader) by @lazydoodlesandfanfic 💚💙

Threadbare part 4: Necking region (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @ronearoundblindly💚💙

Closer to Heaven and Closer to You part 3 (Frank Adler X Reader (Past), Ransom Drysdale X Reader (Present)) by @georgiapeach30513 💚💙❤️

A dream worth forgetting (Scott Lang X Reader) by @caplanbuckybarnes 💚💙

Dancing in the kitchen (Clint Barton X Reader) by @there-goes-thefighter💚💙

Closer to Heaven and Closer to You part 4 (Frank Adler X Reader (Past), Ransom Drysdale X Reader (Present)) by @georgiapeach30513 💚💙❤️

Bound & Brockened chapter 6: Punished! (Brock Rumlow X Reader) by @talia-rumlow 💚💙❤️🖤

Lost you (Helmut Zemo X Reader) by @caplanbuckybarnes 💚💙

Unexpected (Scott Lang X Reader) by @there-goes-thefighter💚💙

Closer to Heaven and Closer to You part 5 (Frank Adler X Reader (Past), Ransom Drysdale X Reader (Present)) by @georgiapeach30513 💚💙❤️

Escort to the multiverse chapter 12: Let’s see if we can make some magic! (Brock Rumlow X Reader X Jack Rollins) by @talia-rumlow 💚💙❤️🖤

Kill of the moment (Clint Barton X Reader) by @caplanbuckybarnes 💚❤️

Upside-down kisses (Spiderverse characters X Reader) by @angelltheninth 💚

Home Sweet Home Chapter 4: Here right now! (Brock Rumlow X Reader) by @talia-rumlow 💚💙❤️

Closer to Heaven and Closer to You part 6 (Frank Adler X Reader (Past), Ransom Drysdale X Reader (Present)) by @georgiapeach30513 💚💙❤️

All for you (past!Bucky Barnes X Reader) by @caplanbuckybarnes 💚💙

Miguel O’Hara with short girlfriend (Miguel O’Hara X Reader) by @angelltheninth💚

Good girl (Stucky X Reader) by @sinner-as-saint 💚💙❤️

Closer to Heaven and Closer to You part 7 (Frank Adler X Reader (Past), Ransom Drysdale X Reader (Present)) by @georgiapeach30513 💚💙❤️

50 shades of spices (Clint Barton X Reader) by @caplanbuckybarnes 💚💙

To find the light, we must first touch the darkness (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @biteofcherry 💚💙🖤

Hanahaki disease AU (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @youreobsessedwithtoomanyfandoms💙

Closer to Heaven and Closer to You part 8 (Frank Adler X Reader (Past), Ransom Drysdale X Reader (Present)) by @georgiapeach30513 💚💙❤️

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oitommothetease · 3 years

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Invisible String (3/?)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female reader (Modern AU)

Description: James Buchanan Barnes, the owner of the most expensive-looking club in town and your new apartment. He was a dick and you hated him. What could possibly go wrong when you, the new girl in town, start bartending at his club to pursue your dreams?

Word Count: 1.5k

After an exhausting day, Bucky just wanted to go home, have a drink and pass out in his bed. But of course, he had to forget his keys and phone in his office. He debated going back to the club because he knew you were going to be there.

It wasn't like he was avoiding you, he just prevented going to places where he knew you'd be present. He stayed in his office or was just absent from the club during your shifts. Well, maybe he was avoiding you.

He was an ass to you, which he usually didn't care about because he was an ass to everyone. But for some unexplained reasons, he felt bad after being mean to you. When you walked in with your kind of a shitty story with a lot of plot holes about how you wanted to change scenery, he assumed you were sent by his enemy, Rumlow.

All it took was one background check for him to figure out you weren't lying. What he couldn't figure out was why you'd leave a perfect job in a big city and move to a smaller one and work in a club.

He didn't need anything when he walked into that store. James Buchanan Barnes is one of the richest people in the town, of course, he had people to do mundane chores for him. He came to that store for you. He needed to apologize to you. Not only that, but he felt something weird in his stomach like he had bad hot dogs, but this was worse. It was his guilt eating him up and stealing his sleep.

But Bucky Barnes did not feel guilty, not for some girl that threw her perfect life away for a bartender job. So he offered the job to you, simply because you wanted it so much. Maybe his approach was not ideal, but he was trying. He also didn't exactly offer it to you, but he did give it to you and left, hoping that you'd come to his club and take the job, which you did.

He would drop extra tips on your counter every now and then. He would make sure that you do not have to serve their rough customers. Likewise, he was sure Wanda and Pietro could handle anything thrown in their way like drunk touchy customers, drunk flirty customers, drunk angry customers. Furthermore, he made sure you got the busy business customers that are there for work.

It's not like he didn't think you couldn't protect yourself, but again, he barely knew you. Honestly, there wasn't much to dig about you either. You didn't lie about your college and work, and that was enough for him to believe you weren't some double agent sent to spy on him and his business.

Still, he didn't like you. He didn't like how you were always sweet and polite to customers. He didn't like how you joked with Peter and how your eyes lit up when you laughed at something that Wanda said. Not only that, but he didn't like that his family and friends trusted you enough to hang out with you. You weren't a spy, but you could still be some sort of hypnotizing witch by the way everyone liked you in an instant. Mostly, he didn't like how he felt after getting a glimpse of you. He didn't like that he was so intrigued by you and how he wanted to know you. He didn't like how his eyes would linger on you during daily CCTV camera inspection a little longer than necessary.

Bucky just wanted to get his stuff and go back to his place as soon as possible. He didn't expect anything when he walked through the door, he specifically didn't expect his nemesis assaulting his employee.

After shoving Rumlow out of his club and away from you, the mob boss instantly made his way towards you. Bucky didn't know how to approach or console you. He couldn't touch you, he was aware that you wouldn't react positively to a man replacing the touch of a man who forced you.

He stretched out his open palms towards you in surrender and submission, hoping that you'd realize he wasn't going to attack you.

"Hey, y/n." He gently called for you.

You flinched, but when you recognized the voice, you reluctantly opened your eyes to find his blue ones and outstretched palms in front of you.

"Hey, it's me. I'm not going to hurt you."

Carefully, you placed your hands in his, and he held yours very lightly like he was scared that you'd break. Maybe he wasn't wrong. Softly, he started running his thumb in circles on your palm in an attempt to soothe you.

"I'm sorry," you blurted out, closing your eyes in regret.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have worn this," you could feel the tears streaming down your face, but you didn't want to face him. "It's all my fault "

In your head, you were convinced it was your fault and Mr. Barnes, your boss, is going to yell at you and fire you. You were preparing yourself for another blow that never came.

"Hey, y/n. Please look at me."

Unwillingly, you did.

"You listen to me very carefully. It wasn't your fault. The only person at fault here was that fucking asshole."

Bucky knew it was your trauma talking. He never forgot the resilient girl that kept dropping random movie references in a conversation with a mob boss. He thought maybe you didn't know, but both of you knew you were not naïve. He couldn't let your susceptible brain convince that strong girl that it was her fault, he desperately needed you to know it wasn't.

"No, I shouldn't have-"

"It's not your fault," he told you carefully, still maintaining eye contact. He knew you were in a vulnerable state, and he should not push you, but he also knew that your mind is going to conjure up stuff to deal with trauma. He couldn't let your mind justify a heinous, vile act of a monster. "Do you understand that?"

Begrudgingly, you nodded, and Bucky finally let a breath out he knew he was holding.

"Is there someone I can contact? A partner or a family member?"

You shook your head and took your hand away from his grasp.

"Okay, so here's what we're going to do. I'm going to take you home and we are going to talk about this in the morning. We'll take further steps when you're feeling a little better," he planned. "Does this sound okay?"

Bucky understood your nod as a yes and proceeded further," Doll, you gotta let me in, please. I can't take you home if you don't talk to me."

You blinked a few times, trying to ground yourself. Finally, you took your phone out of your back pocket and handed him the device with your address on the screen. He took it from you and without saying another word he started moving towards the door and you followed.

The mob boss would never accept this to anyone, but he frequently kept looking over his shoulder until you were seated in his car. He kneeled down and put the seatbelt on you before making his way towards the driver's seat, but when you flinched at the contact of his skin with yours, it made his heart ache.

The car ride was silent, which you didn't know whether to appreciate or not. On one hand, silence can be deafening, leaving you alone with your thoughts. On the other hand, noises can be annoying. So you settled with humming a Taylor Swift song and Bucky didn't say anything. He tried to keep his eyes on the road, but every 5 seconds he would glance your way.

After reaching your home, Bucky stayed in the living room while you got dressed in your bedroom. You called for him when you were finally settled in the comfort of the silk bedsheet you brought last week. Bucky tucked you in bed, making sure that you were comfortable and he was about to leave, but you broke the silence at last.

"What happens next?" you asked.

"If you feel comfortable, then we'll talk about this tomorrow," he informed you. "But I swear to God, doll, I will make him suffer for what he did to you."

You didn't know what that meant, so you just nodded.

"I'm going to lock the door behind me, doll. Sleep well."

"Please stay," you murmured, already drifting off to sleep.

You didn't know whether he heard you or not. You didn't know whether he stayed or not, even if he heard you. You were too tired to check and before you knew it you were already asleep.

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jbbarnesnnoble · 3 years

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Pining and Anticipation

Summary: You work for Starkly Yours, the adult division of Stark Industries, as a PA. A sudden depature leaves you to fill a role you never expected.

Features/Warnings: Smut; self-doubt; mentions of weight; Oral sex (F recieving)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Plus Size Reader

Notes: Pornstar AU.

I did no research for this, just went with it. This will potentially become a series of oneshot series entitled ‘Dress’

Request: “Hi there! I have a request for a Pornstar Au featuring Bucky x Plus Size Reader. In this world, the Avengers are some of the biggest entertainers in the industry. Reader is a staff worker who usually works behind the scenes, fixing lunches and getting drinks. One day, she is asked to work as a fluffer, due to call outs, to none other than Bucky, the cute Pornstar who has been flirting with her. Cue smutty fluff.”

Word Count: 2447

Stark Industries had been a household name for decades. Household gadgets to military weapons, you name it, Stark made it. Upon Howard Stark’s passing in the 90s, his son Tony took up the mantle, making changes to the way the company was run and dropping the weapons for other ventures. Starkly Yours was the adult division of the company, focusing on lingerie, sex toys, and the production of high quality, ethically made porn. Tony Stark was known for keeping a strict code of ethics when it came to that division of the company. No drugs. No alcohol. You could leave at any time and he had ways of disguising appearance for those who didn’t wish to have their true identity revealed.

That technology was a closely guarded secret. Tony had mentioned time and time again not wanting the government to get their hands on it. You didn’t blame him for that, knowing the guilt he carried for what had happened to Sokovia, the home of Wanda Maximoff, who had started working in the adult division a couple years prior. Her story had been one of many Tony had heard over the years. Wanda had started out working as a receptionist in the R&D lab in high school and college, before she graduated and moved to Starkly Yours. Wanda worked alongside you as a PA.

You marveled at the tech Tony had made to conceal identities. It was usually the younger actors and actresses who went that route, the ones who had no intentions of making a career out of being in Stark’s films. It was good money. Tony ran heavy background checks on all staff who worked within the video and image division. Brock Rumlow had once tried to out a girl and that had been the end of his career. You’d never cared for him anyway. He’d hit on you several times, with you rebuffing his attempts each time. You knew about Brock and none of what you knew was good. Last you’d heard he had started on with Hydra Productions, a sketchy production company based in LA. The last time you turned him down he called you names you refused to repeat, making comments on your weight and the fact that your pining for Bucky Barnes was becoming obvious. You never told Tony, not wanting to give Rumlow more of a reason to dislike you. You knew if you had told Tony, Rumlow would have been out the door sooner.

You had started out as a PA for Tony after he and Pepper had gotten together, with Pepper taking over the day to day of the main part of the company. Tony’s domain these days was primarily Starkly Yours, between the films and the products. You were usually getting the lunches and drinks for the actors, and whatever else they needed. Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanoff, Sam Wilson, the list went on. There were a core of actors at the studio called the Avengers. It was a fun little nickname, after a superhero themed series of videos that had been done. Their personas stuck across multiple films and it had been a moment of marketing genius.

You were sweet on Bucky Barnes, something it seemed everyone but Bucky knew. Tony had crafted the arm he now had, working with the Wakandan princess who had spent a summer working with Stark Industries a few years back. You didn’t know the details of that exchange, just that Tony knew the Wakandan royals. Bucky’s arm was the only one like it in the world, made of vibranium and other metals. Others in the Stark prosthetic line were modeled after it, but with different metal. You knew the vague story of how he’d lost the arm, but never pushed for more than he was comfortable sharing when the two of you would hang out.

You glanced at yourself in the mirror. It was hot in New York that morning, summer making itself known with an early heat wave. You were thankful that day’s shoot was indoors, in the air conditioning of the penthouse Stark had just for filming. You had opted for a tank top and a light cardigan that morning but you were regretting your choice. The tank top clung to you in a way that you felt was unflattering. Natasha would reassure you that you were in your head. You never did believe her, or Wanda for that matter. You poked and prodded at your stomach after washing your hands in the bathroom sink. It was going to be a long day. You took in the image of your face, frowning at the appearance of your chin before letting out a sigh.

You knew it was going to be a long day. You had gotten a text from Tony early that morning that you might be needed to perform additional duties. You weren’t sure what he meant by that. There was a pit in your stomach that told you that you might not like the answer. Tony would never force you to do something that made you feel uncomfortable, that much you knew. You pulled yourself from your thoughts and headed to where your boss was, talking to Natasha and Wanda. Natasha was set to be in the scene that day, alongside Bucky and Steve.

“There she is, world’s best PA. Bad news, buttercup. Georgie resigned effective immediately. She got quite the opportunity across the pond in London with Peggy Carter’s new agency and Peggy needed her as soon as possible. That leaves us in a bind because you know how particular Barnes is,” Tony said. It took a moment for your mind to catch up. Georgie’s official job was as a camera tech, but she would, on occasion, act as a fluffer. Bucky was particular about everything, from who he did scenes with to who he’d allow to help him stay in the moment. He didn’t need help often, but Georgie was his go to person. She had been there before Tony had pulled you over to Starkly Yours.

“What about Nat?” you asked, your voice cracking.

“He said no. But something tells me he won’t say no to you helping him,” Natasha said with a mischievous smirk on her face.

“Me? Nat, I get near him and the man will be softer than an ice cream cone,” you replied. She rolled her eyes.

“Maybe you can’t see it, but that man has had it bad for you for months,” Natasha replied. You snorted. When you’d started working with Starkly Yours, you’d been seeing someone. He hated that you worked for a porn production company, but you refused to quit. It ended up being the end of your relationship six months earlier, with a parting jabs that stung more than you cared to admit.

“Nat,” you whined.

“It’s true. He’s always flirting with you,” Wanda noted. You couldn’t disagree there. Bucky did flirt with you, but you couldn’t bring yourself to believe it was more than friendly banter. Bucky Barnes was the kind of guy who could get any woman he wanted. You were sure that woman wasn’t you. No matter how long it had been, your face always warmed when he’d call you doll, honey, or sweetheart.

“No, he says that shit to everyone,” you deflected. You saw the look the two women shared.

“You’re up, buttercup. Trust me. He’ll be open to it,” Tony said, patting your shoulder. Natasha practically dragged you down the hall to Bucky’s dressing room. It was more like an actual bedroom. You glanced down at what you were wearing, regretting the fact that laundry day had left you with that damned tank top. ‘There’s no way Bucky will be turned on by this. If anything he’s going to get soft and I’ll be the joke of the day’ you thought to yourself. Natasha stopped suddenly, arriving outside Bucky’s door. You almost slammed into her. She looked you up and down.

“That top looks gorgeous on you. Don’t let him rip it,” she said. You held back a laugh at her comment. Only in your dreams would Bucky Barnes rip your clothes from your body.

Natasha knocked on the door before you had a chance to back out of it. It swung open to reveal Bucky, his robe wrapped around him. You tried not to stare, you honestly did. But Bucky Barnes did things to you. Sinful, wicked things that would surely make a nun blush. Nuns, think of nuns, you told yourself, hoping your expression didn’t betray you. Oh, the things you would let that man do to you.

“Bad news, Barnes. Georgie resigned suddenly to take a position immediately with Peggy’s new agency,” Natasha said.

“Oh?” Bucky asked. That voice. You could listen to it all day. You would take it to the grave how many times you had gotten yourself off thinking about that voice telling you just what to do.

“Lucky for you, everyone’s favorite PA volunteered to assist you. However you’d like,” Natasha said with an exaggerated wink. You felt your cheeks warm again. You wanted desperately for the floor to swallow you whole.

“Did she now? Is that true, doll? You volunteered to help me today?” Bucky asked, his voice dropping lower. You felt your own wetness begin to pool between your legs.

“Uh...yeah, I uh, I did,” you said, your voice cracking a little as the pitch increased. Natasha walked away, calling over her shoulder “have fun, you two” before disappearing around the corner. You were surprised when Bucky took your hand and pulled you into his room.

You had been in there before, bringing him lunch and occasionally hanging out. He was a friend above all else. His eyes roamed your body and you could have sworn you saw them darken as he did. He placed his hand under your jaw, tilting your head so you couldn’t help but look at him.

“Tell me the truth doll. Do you want to do this?” he asked, his voice low. You swallowed. You had a feeling he was talking about more than just a quick blow job to get him hard before a scene.

“Yes,” you replied.

“If we do this, sweetheart, there’s no putting that back in the bottle. And I’m not sure I can be just friends if we do. I’d prefer to take you to dinner first, but I think you and I can both agree, we are past the getting to know you stage,” he said. You blinked. It felt as though your brain was short circuiting. There was no way Bucky Barnes, one of the most attractive men you’d ever met, was asking you out, and from the sound of it, asking for something serious. You weren’t sure what had come over you before you answered.

“I’m all in if you are,” you replied. He smiled, a toothy grin that you knew was reserved for only you. He moved his hand, opting to take yours as he pulled you toward the bed, and gestured for you to sit. You looked at him, brow furrowed.

“I thought I was supposed to get you hard,” you said. He chuckled.

“Oh sweetheart, you underestimate how much I enjoy what I’m about to do. Our first time is gonna be all about you,” he said. He looked at you as he brought hit hands up to the button of your pants. With a swift nod from you, he undid the button and zipper in one motion, taking both your pants and your panties as he moved down your legs. You weren’t sure when you had lost the flats you were wearing, certain that it was somewhere between the door and the bed.

Bucky moved to take your shirt off, but you touched his hands, stopping him. He gave you a look, brows furrowed in confusion. Your mind was racing. You didn’t want him to see you fully naked. No. Not Bucky.

“Doll, let me see you, please?” he asked.

“Bucky,” you whined.

“Let me show you how you should be treated. You’re gorgeous, sweetheart. And it’s about time someone showed you some appreciation,” he replied. He was smooth. You’d give him that. You pulled at the hem of your shirt, making the decision in that moment to pull it off, leaving you in your bra. You had never seen someone look at you quite like Bucky had in that moment. You’d had partners in the past, people who had loved you, all of you. But no one had ever looked at you like him. Bucky looked at you with such an intensity you thought you would melt. He pushed you back on the bed, having you lay down. He moved between your legs as he pressed gently to get you to open them for him.

He kissed his way up your leg, taking his time. In the moments, thoughts about stretch marks and your size went out the window. You felt the anticipation, the desire for him to be where you needed him the most. At first contact, you arched off the bed, wanting more. You felt him smirk against you as his tongue moved from your entrance toward your clit. His right hand moved toward your center as he pressed one finger into you.

The sounds coming from you were absolutely sinful. Bucky swore he would do anything just to ensure he’d never go a day without hearing those sweet sounds coming from your mouth. He pressed another finger into you, knowing it wouldn’t be long before he pulled you over the edge.

And over the edge you fell, screaming his name. You swore you saw stars. As you caught your breath, you saw him, your wetness on his face and him wearing a grin that told you the pair of you were far from done. His robe had since been discarded and you glanced down. He hadn’t been lying when he said he didn’t need you to do any of the work. But you still wanted to. God did you want to.

“Later doll. Tony’s probably going to be knocking on that door any minute now looking for us,” Bucky said, seeing the look on your face. He had plans for the pair of you. Starting with dinner that night.

The two of you emerged a few minutes later, Bucky with an arm around your waist. Natasha gave you a knowing look as the two of you entered the room being used for the shoot.

If later that night, Bucky showed you just how much stamina he had, well, that was between you, Bucky, and the walls of his apartment.

#Bucky Barnes Fanfic #bucky barnes/reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes reader insert #marvel fanfic #bucky barnes #marvel fanfiction #marvel reader insert #winter soldier fanfic #winter soldier #plus size reader #bucky barnes/plus size reader #until the end of the queue

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marvelslut16 · 4 years

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Even teachers can be stupid

Prompt number: 6 “that was impressive”

Fandom: Marvel

Paring: Chubby!Bucky x reader (teacher au)

Rating: T

Word count: 2.5k (this is a lot longer than I originally planned. Whoops.)

Warnings: Insecure Bucky/ self deprecation based on chub. Brock Rumlow being the grade a asshole that he is. Swearing.

A/N: I apparently only write for Bucky now, lmao. I think I liked this one more in my head.

Teaching high schoolers isn’t easy; trying to teach thirty plus rowdy students six times a day for forty-five minutes each is quite possibly the hardest thing you’ve ever done in your life. As they say, the rewarding things are rarely easy. Each year you get one or two students that are truly affected by your teachings, inspiring them for life. And that makes all the late night grading and putting up with bad behavior worth it.

What helps you get through each painstakingly long day is the lunch break you share with your best friends, and fellow history teachers; Steve Rogers and James ‘Bucky’ Barnes. Steve teaches U.S. history, Bucky teaches world history, and you teach civics. Some days you talk about your students, others you talk about some tv show one of you watched the night before, and sometimes you each ask advice on questions for the tests you're writing.

“Peter Parker was attempting to flirt with MJ in the middle of my class today,” Bucky shares, making the three of you laugh. Peter Parker and MJ are both extremely smart, taking all three of your guys’ classes. Peter’s adorable, but you’ve seen how bad his flirting can be when he was into another student Liz a few years back.

“Are we surprised he was flirting?” Steve cackles at his own joke before he can even finish it. “Tony is his mentor after all.”

You and Bucky join Steve in his laughter, you glance at the brunette admiring the way his smile lights up his whole face and the cute jiggle the little bit of gut he has does. You can feel Steve’s knowing smirk as he notices your lovestruck gaze, he’s been teasing you relentlessly for the past two years about the feelings you so obviously have for his childhood best friend.

“What are you doing this weekend, (Y/N/N)?” Bucky asks, but before you can respond someone cuts in.

“She’s gonna be with me this weekend, tubby,” Brock smirks cockily, stepping behind you and resting his hand on your shoulder.

“In your dreams Rumlow,” you grit out, removing his hand from your shoulder and scooting closer to Bucky.

Brock Rumlow; gym teacher, the office flirt per say, he grew up with Steve and Bucky in Brooklyn and bullied the blonde the entire time they’ve known each other, and overall grade A asshole. He also clearly doesn’t understand the word no, you’ve rejected him at least twenty times in the two years he’s worked here with you and yet he never leaves you alone.

“You’re already in them gorgeous,” he winks at you, Bucky’s hands curl into fists under the table. He’s fighting the urge to finally let go and punch Brock in the face, like he did countless times growing up when he’d pick on Steve.

“You’re revolting,” you glare at him, turning to face Bucky you smile warmly at him. “I’m probably just going to grade some papers, drink some wine and eat some ice cream. Why, what’s up?”

“I well,” he eyes Brock, who’s hovering just behind you. “I was wondering if you wanted to go out?”

“Like a date?” your eyes light up with hope, reaching forward you grasp his forearm.

“Yeah,” he smiles bashfully at the floor, before meeting your eyes again. “I was thinking Wanda’s on Saturday, I’ll meet you there at seven?”

“Perfect,” you beam at him, squeezing his arm lightly. “It’s a date.”

Bucky excuses himself not long after the interaction, needing to go make some copies before the next period. He gives your hand a quick squeeze with the parting words, “I’ll see you later, doll.” You grin like an idiot watching him leave the breakroom, Steve watching the both of you with a large grin.

“Well, that was impressive,” Brock takes Bucky’s recently abandoned seat, grabbing the legs of your chair and pulling you into his side. “I even believed you for a second, having the poor fat ass think you actually want to go out with him. You’re totally gonna stand him up, aren’t you?”

“What are you talking about?” you stand from your seat, Brock’s hold on the chair keeping you from moving it away.

You create a fist with your hand, hiding it behind your back so Brock doesn’t see how much he riled you up. You absolutely hate how he speaks about Bucky, focusing his attention on the few pounds Bucky’s gained over the years you’ve known him. Admittedly Bucky did have abs when you met him, having done boxing almost his entire life, but work started to swamp him and he couldn’t make it to the gym like he used to putting a few pounds on. But you like the little bit of chub more than the abs, there’s something undeniably hot with his body, especially when he’s confident in it.

“You think Sam would give him some exercises to do or something,” Sam Wilson, another gym teacher and fellow friend.

The legs to Steve’s chair screech as he stands and gets ready to lunge across the circular table. You put your hand on Steve’s chest to keep him from doing something he’ll regret, or at least keep him from doing something that’ll get him arrested. You glance at the door to the breakroom thinking you hear footsteps in the hallway, but no ones there when you look.

“Shut the fuck up Rumlow,” both men’s eyes widen at you, you’re normally calm and collected when he pisses you off. The few teachers in the room with you watch on quietly, some in awe that you’re finally going to tell the asshole off, and the rest just happy that someone will finally knock Brock down a few pegs. “I can handle your constant flirting when I’ve asked you multiple times to leave me alone. But I won’t sit here and let you be an ass to James. He’s the sweetest, most considerate man I’ve ever met, and I won’t allow you to say what you want about him unchecked. He makes you feel small-”

“Yeah, cause his gut is so fucking huge,” he laughs, looking around the room to find a colleague to agree with him but no one does.

“Shut. Up. Rumlow.” with each word you take a menacing step towards him. “You’re an ass to him because you know he’s better than you in every way. He’s kind, smart, sweet, thoughtful, and handsome. Everything you aren’t. So fuck off and leave his name out of your mouth. Or next time I won’t hold Stevie back, in fact I’ll join him in beating your ass.”

You’re about to leave when you notice Bucky left his travel mug on the table, grabbing it you head to the social studies office. Upon arriving you see that the copies Bucky needed to get are sitting on his desk, which is beside yours, but there’s no Bucky in sight. You let out a small sigh, you wanted to see him one last time before class starts.

At the end of the day Bucky isn’t waiting in the office for you and Steve like normal, instead his bag and jacket are missing from his desk. Maybe he’s nervous about the date, you think to yourself. There’s no other reason he wouldn’t be waiting for you. You try texting him a few times the rest of the night, only to be met with radio silence. You text Steve and ask him if he's heard from Bucky, and apparently he’s only receiving one word answers.

The next day you start getting ready for your date at three in the afternoon, it’s way too early but you want to look perfect for him. You spend an hour and a half trying to figure out your hair, an hour on your makeup, and two hours trying on every single thing in your closet. You finally settle on a lace royal blue dress, it has a v-neck and cap sleeves. It’s Bucky’s favorite color.

You leave your house at six thirty, arriving at Wanda’s a little early. But you don’t care if you seem eager, because you are. You finally get to go out with James! Bucky’s never late, so when seven comes and goes and he’s not there you’re shocked. You sit at your table like a fool until eight-thirty, the hostess and your waiter giving you looks of pity. James stood you up.

You spend the rest of the weekend sulking and eating lots of ice cream. You fall further behind on your grading but you don’t care, Bucky hasn’t reached out to you. You refuse to text or call first, expecting him to call and apologize profusely and say there was some mix up. But he doesn’t and he won’t.

You arrive at work on Monday right before first period starts, you know it’s unprofessional but you don’t know if you can face Bucky yet. When third period rolls around, which you have off, you head to Steve’s room to talk to him. His students are taking a test that period, so you know he can step away. You lightly knock on the door, opening it so you’re half in the room and half in the hall.

“Sorry for interrupting you guys, you smile at his students who looked up from their test to see who was at the door. “I need to borrow Mr. Rogers for a minute.”

“Get back to work,” he tells his students, though his gaze remains on you. “And eyes on your own paper Flash.” You step back into the hall, Steve soon joining you and shutting the door so no nosey student can over hear.

“Have you talked to Bucky?” you ask him nervously.

“That’s why you pulled me out of class?” Steve lets out an exasperated sigh and leans on a set of lockers. “To talk about your date?”

“He stood me up Steve,” tears start to make their way to the surface, you thought you had cried all of your tears this weekend, but apparently not.

“What?” Steve’s in shock, he can’t believe that Bucky would do that. “There has to have been some mistake.”

“I looked like an idiot!” you whisper shout, mindful that Bucky’s classroom is next to Steve’s. “I was sitting there waiting for an hour and a half before the pity from the employees became too much to handle and I went home. He never called me, never texted. Stevie, I don't know what I did.”

The talking in Bucky’s classroom stops, footsteps growing near the door. Bucky opens it a crack, but you can’t bear seeing him so you stare at your feet and the gross linoleum under them. He tells his students to read ahead without him, stepping out and shutting his door behind him.

“I thought I heard voices out here, did you two need something?” Steve’s brows furrow at how cold Bucky’s being, he usually loves when you interrupt him and his class.

“No,” Steve says slowly, glancing between the two of you.

“Anyway, thanks for the help Steve,” you force a fake smile. “I should get back to the office and grade some papers I didn’t get to this weekend.”

“(Y/N/N)!” the blonde calls quietly after you, turning to Bucky with a small frown. “What the hell were you thinking standing her up?”

“I didn’t stand her up, she stood me up,” Bucky glares down at the tiles.

“What are you talking about?” Steve can’t make sense of the nonsense coming out of his best friend's mouth. “She waited over an hour for you to show, Buck. And you never did.”

“Why would she want to date me?” he gestures to himself, eyes lingering on his own gut. “I heard Rumlow say it was fake and she was going to stand me up.”

“And you believed that?” Steve lets out a humorless laugh. “She threatened to beat his ass for talking shit about you Buck. you need to fix this, she’s crushed.”

Steve walks back into his classroom, leaving Bucky alone in the hall with his racing thoughts. He has to make it up to you! How could he hurt you? How could he believe anything Rumlow said? This goes to show that even teachers can be stupid. You’re his best girl and he hurt you, how’s he supposed to make it up to you?

You and Steve sit quietly in the breakroom at lunch, he’s eating and you’re trying to make some headway in your grading. Bucky hasn’t come to lunch yet, you’d love to say you haven’t noticed, but you're painfully aware of the empty seat to your right, the one Bucky always occupies. You write a big fat C in red ink on the essay you just read, it should be a C- but Ned is a smart kid and you don’t want to drop his GPA even more because of one poorly written paper.

A body slumps in the chair beside you, you ignore it assuming it’s Brock. You don’t have the energy for him and his bullshit today. A cheesy heart shaped box of chocolates is set onto the essay you just started reading. You finally look up and see a frazzled looking Bucky in his seat, He’s holding a bouquet of your favorite flowers, a nervous grin on his face.

“I fucked up-” he starts.

“You don’t say,” you move the box of chocolates off the paper to start reading it again.

“I overheard Brock the other day saying you were going to stand me up,” he rushes out, your gaze meeting his as he continues. A proud smile on his face about the next sentence, “Steve already told me that you threatened to beat Rumlow up for me. But that’s not the point. I thought you were going to stand me up, so I didn’t want to give you that satisfaction so I never showed up.”

“Why would I stand you up?” you ask slowly, eyeing the flower stems you fear he may crush out of nerves.

“Because I look like this,” he admits quietly, using the flowers to gesture to his slightly protruding belly.

“I love how you look Bucky,” you grab the flowers and set them on the table, grabbing both his hands in yours. “It’s incredibly sexy, you’re sexy. Especially when your sleeves are rolled up and your tie is loosened. I love you James, your personality makes it impossible not to.”

“You love me?” he lets go of one hand, bringing it up to caress your cheek.

“Of course I do,” Steve leans back in his seat, a fond smile on his face, his best friends finally got their shit together.

“Let me make it up to you tonight! I can make us dinner and we can stay in. Or I can take you anywhere you want to go. We can go bowling, or see a movie-”

While his rambling is adorable, you cut him off with a soft kiss. It’s not as long or as passionate as either of you would like, but you have an audience of coworkers and you don’t want to get carried away. Brock stomps out of the breakroom like a child when he sees you and Bucky.

“I love you too, doll,” Bucky admits dreamily.

permanent tags: @crimson-knuckled-queen @rexorangecouny @mrs-malfoy-always

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donutloverxo · 4 years

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Series appreciation: Day 6

Broken by lizzygal (on ao3)

Summary - Steve notices a new Omega in the office. However, there is something not quite right about her scent.

You just want to start your life over and your friend, Pepper, has given you a new home and fresh start.

Themes - dark themes, past torture, ptsd, pushy Steve, possessive Steve, rough sex, ABO au.

Pairing - Alpha!Steve x reader, (platonic) Pepper x reader

Readers been through hell. Being tortured by Rumlow makes her reluctant to start any sort of new relationship. But Steve 'I can do this all day' Rogers is nothing if not persistent. She eventually gives in because come on, how can you say no his beautiful face?

It's also implied many times that Steve and the reader are truemates and I think that's true! They've always had a pull to each other, Steve's been smitten since he first saw her and she could never really say no to him.

The smut is just... *hubba hubba*. You'll blush when you read about the crazy positions and filthy things these two lovebirds get upto. Especially the scenes where she's supposed to be in her heat.

There are so many hilarious, laugh out loud scenes. One in particular where Steve legit fights Tony, and destroys a whole ass office, so he could date the reader. What with both Tony and Pepper being so sweetly protective of the reader.

(Spoilers ahead)

Steve and reader get together in the end of the first part. Steve wants to wait to have children because he wants reader to herself, he's never had anything that's his own and that's just aww, explains why he's so crazy possessive throughout.

But even truemates have troubles in their relationship! Both of them keep secrets from each other throughout their relationship. Steve never tells the reader that they're technically married (after a druken adventure in Vegas) and reader doesn't tell Steve about the threatening letters she's getting from Rumlow. My theory is she suspected that she can't really trust Steve and that he's lying to her.

Everything leads to a showdown right before Pepper and Tonys wedding where Rumlow gravely hurts the reader before having his neck brutally snapped by Stevie. Like legit his whole ass head separates from his body... it was glorious.

In the end, Steve and reader (with lots of trying *side eye*) do become pregnant and head towards a sweet, happy ending.

#berrys3kchallenge #alpha!steve rogers #alpha!steve rogers x reader #series appreciate

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optimistic-dinosaur-nacho · 4 years

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𝔻𝕚𝕟𝕠 𝕊𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕪 𝕊𝕡𝕠𝕠𝕜𝕪 𝕊𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕤 𝕄𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥

Welcome back to Dino’s Spooky Club!

As you all know, I have my first challenge this time of the month. It’s the end of Halloween. It’s was a spooky month and I wanted to do something instead of us readers and writers going out to trick or treat.

Well I have treats for you. They might be a treat or a trick. I’ll let you decide on them.

𝐃𝐢𝐧𝐨’𝐬 𝐒𝐩𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐲 𝐒𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞 is a fun challenge I have been planning. Thank you all who joined on this challenge it was such a treat.

This is the list of your favorite writers and films!

(Announcement for entered writers at the bottom)

Reader Inserts .

Chris Evans

Spooky Season (It)- @unnuevosoltransformalarealidad

Cara Mia (The Adam’s Family) - @unnuevosoltransformalarealidad

Steve Rogers/Avengers

Misunderstood (Carrie) Part 1 Part 2 - @nekoannie-chan

Bucky Barnes/Avengers

Scream Chapter 1 Chapter 2 (Scream) - @queenofspades20

If You Wanna Get Out Alive (The Purge) - @writerwrites

Andy Barber/Barber Family

Silent Night Part One Part Two (A Quiet Place AU) - @optimistic-dinosaur-nacho

Home Sweet Home: 112 Ocean Ave Home Sweet Home: Moving Day Home Sweet Home: Catch ‘Em Home Sweet Home: Jody Says... Home Sweet Home: Kill ‘Em (Amityville AU) - @sweater-daddiesdumbdork

Ransom Drysdale

Us (Us) - @just-one-ordinary-fangirl The Game Is Afoot (Ready Or Not) - @waywardodysseys

When The Party’s Over (Split) - @nbarnes

Bryce Langley

Button Eyes (Coraline) - @optimistic-dinosaur-nacho .

Frank Adler

Shark Attack (Jaws) - @just-one-ordinary-fangirl

Lucas Lee

What Could Go Wrong? (Cabin In The Woods) - @heavenlypugpizza .

Jeremy Renner

Witchcraft (Hansel & Gretel: Witch Hunters) - @heavenlypugpizza

Penn

Waking The Witch (The Witches) - @nbarnes

Character Pairings .

Now You’re Mine (Steve R. x Wanda M.) (Hocus Pocus) - @hevans-angel

The Best Worst Holidays Part I Part II (The Shining) (Steve Rogers X OFC) (Brock Rumlow x OFC) (Thunderblink, WinterWidow) - @nekoannie-chan

Thank you all who joined my Spooky Scary Stories Challenge, hopefully this can happen next year and I will love to bring in more!

I’m glad to see you all survive this Spooky Month and I cannot wait for the next challenge that’s coming up soon!

As you all know, I’m a slow writer so I understand for some who are not done with their entry! Deadlines are useless, I will never do that to you guys so if you haven’t finished your entry at the end of October, do NOT worry. You keep them coming!

#DinoScaryStories2020 #Chris Evans x Reader #Jeremy Renner x Reader #Steve Rogers x Reader #Ransom Drysdale x Reader #Andy Barber x Reader #Bryce Langley x Reader #Bucky Barnes x Reader #Avengers x Reader #Barber Family x Reader #Brock Rumlow x OC #Steve Rogers x OC #Steve Rogers x Wanda #Frank Adler x Reader #Spooky Stories

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kitkatd7 · 4 years

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I Hate You More

Summary: You're in love with Bucky- but he hates you. Right?

Pairing: Bodyguard!Bucky x Hydra Survivor!Reader

Tropes: Bodyguard AU - Whump - hurt/comfort

Warnings: Angst, talk of previous torture, cursing, fluff ending

Word Count: 3,883

A/N: This isn't my best work but I hope you enjoy it regardless!!! Please let me know what you think as this is a combination of about 4 things I've never tried writing before! This was written for @waywardodysseys in the @marvelxreaderfanfictionfest!!!!❤❤❤ thank you @fandomsandxfiles for beta reading it!!!!

Masterlist of Masterlists

Marvel Masterlist

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You had walked into the Avengers Tower conference room timidly, giving all of the Avengers a shy smile and small wave- You weren’t very trusting with new people but something about them felt… safe. As if nothing could ever hurt you again so long as you were with them. It felt like you were part of the family; It felt like home.

----Two months later----

Bucky was head over heels for you; He liked everything about you since the very first day he met you. He craved your touch and loved the sound of your laughter more than anything, the way your eyes lit up when you were excited and how your intoxicating scent drew him in. And for him… that was a big issue. He wasn’t ready to deal with all of the emotions that welled within him when you were around and he definitely couldn’t admit his feelings. He told himself you wouldn’t feel the same way but deep down he knew he was just afraid.

So he made a decision.

God, it killed him to do it- but he made himself hate you; Forced himself to give you nothing but rude comments and cold glares at every turn. He didn’t talk to you unless he absolutely had to.

You tried to be friends with him, you did everything you could think of; Invited him whenever you went out to the bar with Sam and the girls, asked him if he wanted to train together or watch movies- but he just sneered and turned away. After weeks of the same cold treatment you couldn’t handle all of the rejection and blatant hate you received from him, so you stopped asking him to do things with you and eventually you started avoiding him; made excuses not to go to movie night, making sure you were never in the gym at the same time as he was.

Regardless of the hate you received you couldn’t bring yourself to return it- quite the opposite, actually- You fell for him. Hard. Fell for the small smiles he gave so rarely (Even though they were never directed at you) The soft sound of his laughter ringing throughout a room and the sweet way he displayed his love for the team. His ocean blue eyes that you could get lost in so easily, the deep, warm lilt of his voice.

Why did you have to be in love with the man who hated the ground you walked on?

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A year later and he still hates you.

Now you're standing in the conference room of the Avengers Tower, being briefed on your next mission by Director Nick Fury himself- Or you were being briefed before a certain tall, dark and brooding Sergeant stormed in.

“Director, may I have a word? Privately?” He emphasizes, shooting you a deliberate glare.

“Well I would love to accommodate you, Sergeant, but as you can see I’m having an important conversation with Agent Y/L/N,” He states easily while Bucky looks at you coldly. “I’m sure whatever you have to say to me, you can also say to her as well.”

“I don’t want to be her bodyguard,” he says bluntly, switching his gaze back to Fury.

Chuckling lightly, Fury looks between your fallen expression and Bucky’s stone one. “Care to explain why, Sergeant?”

“She’s cocky, arrogant and reckless, she’ll do anything to get her way and God help us if she doesn’t- she’s stubborn and hard-headed.” Bucky regrets what he’s doing to you; He hates hurting you like this but he doesn’t know what else to do so he schools his features and presses on, delivering the final blow. “I enjoyed my time with Hydra more than I enjoy being around her,” he finishes, immediately regretting it when you flinch away from him and your mask slips, your features morphing into an overwhelming expression of pain and anguish.

You quickly put your mask back in place, willing yourself to keep your eyes from tearing up. You subconsciously run your fingers over where you know the scars are on your forearm from when you were a prisoner of Hydra. Only Fury knows what happened to you and you’d like to keep it that way for the time being.

Sitting up, Fury starts stacking files briskly, giving you a small apologetic glance; He knows what effect the mention of Hydra has on you. “Well Sergeant, as much as I would love to help- I can’t. You are one of our best agents and she needs to be protected. Hydra wants her and we can’t let that happen. You know what they’ll do if they get her. We have bigger issues than your feelings at the moment, you may both go,” he says dismissively.

Turning, you make your way out the door and away from both of them as quickly as possible as tears stream down your face despite your efforts to keep them at bay. After all this time his words and actions still cut deeper than any knife ever could. Why does he hate you so much?

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It’s been a little over a week since you were assigned your bodyguard and you're sick of it already. Why couldn’t you get a bodyguard that actually likes you? God, it’s frustrating; being tailed constantly by someone who probably doesn’t care if you live or die- especially when it’s literally their job to keep you alive. And as luck would have it, he has to go on your next mission as your bodyguard. You don’t need Bucky to go; It’s an easy mission, gathering intel from a double agent and you could easily do it by yourself. Child’s play. But Fury insists on him going with you.

So here you are; Sitting in a club, sipping on bourbon and coke- Without the bourbon- Waiting for your contact to show while Bucky watches you from across the room. He’s trying to focus but it’s hard when you're wearing that; Form-fitting black jeans and matching knee-high leather boots, a tight, long-sleeve maroon crop-top that accents your curves perfectly.

You usually wouldn’t wear this but tonight you're not you- you're just a girl out for a night on the town with her boyfriend- So you play your role, toying with your necklace and squealing excitedly when your ‘boyfriend’ comes and kisses your cheek before taking his place next to you.

“So what do you have for me?”

He leans closer, whispering in your ear, “Rumlow has a meeting set up tonight, he’s bringing in another weapons shipment on the east loading dock by the river.”

You rage inwardly at the information but keep in character, pressing your lips to his before leaning to whisper in his ear, “What time?”

“11 o’clock sharp, he’s bringing his squad with him.”

“Shit,” you mumble, faking a smile before standing to go to the restroom. “I’ll be back in a minute, baby,” you say cheerfully, loud enough for anyone close by to hear.

Bucky glares across the room at your contact, he knows it’s all a ruse- but he still bristles when the other man touches you, kisses you.

His girl.

What? Where did that come from? She’s not yours, he reminds himself but he still rages inwardly.

He snaps back to reality when you stand and move towards the ladies' room. Anyone watching would have thought you looked like you were having the night of your life but he could see the energy and rage sizzling beneath the surface.

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You storm into the bathroom, the door slamming shut behind you. You lean heavily on the counter, staring at your reflection in the mirror as you will the tears to stay down but it’s no use. Rumlow. The man who literally ruined your life. He was your captor during your time with Hydra- He’s the one who gave you your scars. You run your fingers up under your sleeve, grazing the scars gently as the tears start to fall, the only sounds are your quiet sobs of anger and the tip-tap of the leaking faucet. You yank your sleeve down quickly when you hear the door open behind you.

You whirl around, not expecting to come face to face with Bucky.

“What the hell are you doing in here Barnes? Someone could have seen you! Or what if someone comes in? You could blow my cover!” You fume, not really mad at him but you need an outlet for your rage.

“Calm down, doll. I just came to see if you’re okay,” He murmurs, locking the door to keep you from being interrupted.

“I’m fine,” You tell him unconvincingly, swiping at the tears that are rolling in steady rhythm down your face.

“You don’t look fine.”

Scoffing, you turn away, leaning on the counter again. “Since when do you care?” You spit bitterly, turning your head away from him.

“I’ve always cared…” He whispers softly, reaching out to comfort you but his hand drops to his side, his fingers curling into his palm uselessly. His words surprise you and you look at his reflection in the mirror. You don’t know what you were expecting to see there; Sarcasm maybe? An indication that he was lying? But all you see is a gentle sort of… Openness and honesty on his face that confuses you all the more.

“What do yo-” You start but you're cut off by someone banging on the door and yelling: “Hurry up!”

Snapping out of your thoughts and confusion, you push past him towards the door; blinking back fresh tears. “I have to go.” And then you're gone- making your way through the crowd quickly without a backward glance at the man who’s calling your name.

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Bucky walks towards your contact, sliding in next to him casually, but he’s raging inside. “What did you say to her?” He asks quietly, desperate to know what has you so absolutely wrecked. He’s never seen you like this… He’s seen you storm out of a room with tears running down your face (courtesy of him) He’s seen you punch a man in the nose for making a pass at you- But never like this.

"Exactly what I was supposed to. It's my job to pass on the information and I did, it’s not my job to babysit the agents afterward or keep track of where they go."

"What. Did. You. Say." Bucky spits through gritted teeth, his metal fingers digging into the bar.

Sighing, the agent turns towards him fully. "Look, I'm not supposed to tell you this, but since she's your girlfri-"

"She's not my girlfriend."

The agent gives him a disbelieving stare; one eyebrow raised in question. "It sure looks like she is. I saw you on the other side of the room- you looked like you were gonna slit my throat for touching her."

"I'm still considering it."

Ignoring the not-so-empty threat, he continues; "I told her about the meeting Hydra Agent Brock Rumlow is having tonight and after I gave her the location and time, she split."

Pushing away from the bar, Bucky slips on his leather jacket. "Who’s Rumlow? And where's she going?" He asks briskly, all business despite his wildly beating heart.

"You really don’t know who he is? Sorry but that I can’t tell you- You’ll have to ask her. And she’s going to the east loading dock by the river, Rumlow will be there in less than an hour."

Nodding curtly, Bucky storms towards the door, people moving out of the way when they see the frenzied looking giant of a man.

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“What the hell do you think you're doing?” Bucky growls, pushing you against the brick wall in the alley that you're using for a stakeout point. You wince when your shoulder hits the wall painfully, your head tilting back to meet his anger-filled eyes.

“Staking out a dangerous Hydra operation,” You say nonchalantly.

“Don’t give me that bullshit, what are you actually doing here? Why are you going in without backup? Or telling me? What’s so important that you have to risk your life for it?” He demands, his Brooklyn accent growing thicker, expression darkening further.

Anger flashes in your eyes at his question. “Why the hell should I explain it to you? It’s none of your business, and even if it was it’s not like you would care anyway!!” You yell, heat rolling off of you in waves as he takes a step back, grip loosening as he stares at you in confusion and regret- He didn’t mean to be so hard on you. He was just worried.

“Doll-”

“I am not your doll,” You growl. “I am not some pathetic girl you can just order around like you own her and then treat her like absolute shit, so don’t start with me.”

He whispers your name as you stalk past him, heading for a better viewpoint. “I didn’t mean it like that, please…” He trails off, but you're already disappearing into the shadows.

“Damn it!” He huffs, slamming his metal hand into the brick wall before tailing you, finding another alley not far from where you are; watching the loading dock.

A little while later, Bucky curses when he sees two dark SUV’s pull up, followed by another two vans. He watches intently as ten men step out and approach each other- five from each group of vehicles. He strains to hear what they say, but even with his enhanced abilities, he can’t make out anything of use.

Before they get any farther than a few words, you spring out of the shadows close by, easily taking out three guards as Bucky swears again before racing out to help you. By the time he gets there, you’ve taken out another three- Thanks to the element of surprise and training with Natasha.

Firing his Glock quickly he takes out two of the remaining four, lost in the flurry of ringing gunshots and the sound of fists connecting with their targets. Springing onto the remaining two, Bucky tussles with them a moment before knocking them to the ground and turning to see another Hydra agent stalking up behind you as you scuffle with another, his knife drawn. Shit. He must have miscounted. Before Bucky can fire his gun again he’s tackled from behind, his gun skidding just out of reach as he scrambles to fight off his opponents. Rolling away from the first and rushing to his feet, he kicks the second squarely in the chest, sending him flying against the truck, his head lolling to the side; unconscious. Clamoring to his feet, Bucky rushes to grab his gun, firing it in quick succession, hitting his targets expertly- 4 rounds. 2 men. 1 goal. Turning quickly to locate you, he sees you straddling the last one, your knife pressed against his throat and your teeth bared dangerously. Approaching slowly, he watches as you whisper a name… Brock.

Bucky looks on in confusion as the man laughs dryly, his eyes glinting with… confidence?

You dig the knife deeper into Brock’s neck and watch as blood trails slowly down his skin, leaving scarlet trails in its wake. As Bucky steps closer, he catches the end of what the man was saying: “-You always were weak.”

You visibly tense before throwing your dagger to the side and by the time Bucky jumps forward to pull you off, you’ve landed several well-aimed blows and Brock’s face is covered in blood.

You're all breathing hard as you struggle in Bucky’s grasp, lunging at the no longer arrogant man on the ground. “I am not weak, Brock. I survived- I survived every cruel thing you did to me; Every stab wound, every burn, every scar. Every. Single. One. And not only did I survive, but I made the most out of my life after everything you put me through; I got a job that allows me to catch bastards like you, and that job gave me a family- a family that doesn’t know my past and doesn’t care because they love me anyway. And all of that makes me strong. Stronger than you could ever be,” you growl, looking over your shoulder in surprise when you hear sirens and turn to see Fury’s black Tahoe screech to a halt, accompanied by three other black SUV’s; Agents piling out of them, guns drawn.

Bucky grabs your arm and hauls you back as agents surround Brock and you stare up at Bucky. “Did you call him?”

“I did.”

Wrenching out of his grasp, you turn towards him. “Why the hell would you do that? I was doing fine! I had it handl-”

“You mean we! I saved your ass! without me, you would be drowning in a pool of your own blood right now!”

Snarling, you start with a biting remark when the world around you starts to spin and you stumble unsteadily into Bucky’s chest. You barely register Bucky’s arms wrapping around you or him calling your name as hot pain sears through your side. Everything seems fuzzy; Muffled. You swear you hear Bucky say your name but he sounds… panicked maybe? You can't tell, it sounds so far away and all you know for sure is your side feels like fire and then everything goes black.

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You try to open your eyes but close them again as bright lights flash above you over and over as you're rushed to the OR. You hear voices on both sides of you but it hurts your head to focus on their words. Opening your eyes again, agony greets you as the too-bright lights worsen your headache. Everyone and everything around you looks bleary. All you can feel is pain and a large, warm hand engulfing yours. You feel like your about to fall back into the abyss when you hear another voice-

Bucky?

"It's okay sweetheart, I've got you. Stay with me doll! Please- don't leave me. You’re gonna be okay, It’s okay." You're not sure if he actually says the last part or if it’s your imagination- what you wished he would say. Hell- you're not even sure if it really is Bucky running next to your trolley or if it’s just the lights playing tricks on you.

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When you wake up everything seems blurry. Blinking, you glance around for the source of the annoying beeping, your eyes landing on a monitor system, the tubes and wires attached at various points on your body. You shift in your bed, wincing when agony sears through your abdomen.

When you groan in pain Bucky jumps to attention, taking in your tormented frown and confusion clouded eyes.

You look even more confused when your gaze lights on him. “How long have I been here? And... why are you here?” You ask; bewildered.

“3 days. I’ve been waiting for you to wake up- I wanted to make sure you were okay,” Bucky confesses, looking up at you through his lashes timidly- Under different circumstances, it would be funny. You’ve seen Bucky many things, but never so… small looking.

Your expression furrows further, your confusion growing. “You- 3 days- Why?”

“I don’t know.”

You look back down at your lap. “Were- were you with me? When they brought me here? I could have sworn I heard you and that you were holding my ha- Nevermind.” You mumble, keeping your eyes downcast.

“I was,” Bucky whispers, a light blush tinting his cheeks. “With you, I mean… And holding your hand,” He confesses under his breath but you hear it nonetheless. You look at him again when he murmurs your name gently. “I was really worried about you.”

Your brows knit together, puzzled beyond belief.

“Why do you care? I thought you hated me?” You whisper so quietly he wouldn’t have heard if not for his enhanced hearing. His gaze jumps to your face as you pick at an imaginary thread on your blanket, blaming your boldness on the drugs they gave you.

“I don’t hate you,” he says softly, looking down at his hands.

You laugh dryly, giving him a sad, calculating look. “Really? Because It sure seems like it- Judging by the cold glares and harsh comments. We’ve known each other for over a year and you're still like this- I’m beginning to think it’s just your personality... Why do you hate me?” You try to keep your voice even but it breaks, coming out as a broken whisper.

“Because it’s easier than the alternative!!” He half yells, his face flashing between anger and something you can’t quite place.

“What’s the alternative?” You whisper, eyes on him as he runs his fingers through his hair.

Huffing out a breath, he stares at his hands like if he does it long enough he won’t have to answer your question. When your stare doesn’t falter he scoffs slightly, shaking his head-

At you or himself you don’t know.

“James…”

Bucky gives a short, mirthless laugh; eyes flashing indecisively.

I have a right to know,” you murmur, hoping to coax him into telling you. “Please…” You beg, more perplexed than ever.

“The alternative would be to tell you I really really like you and ask you out but I can’t do that because I’m scared that you’ll say no so it’s just easier to hate you!” He says frantically, face flushing scarlet as his jaw clenches in a hard line to stop himself from saying more.

Your move your lips but no sound comes out as his words sink in; recognition dawning on you.

“I- You made me think you hated me so that you wouldn’t have to ask me out? What the hell, Barnes?” You fume, watching as his eyes widen at your outburst and he ducks his head in embarrassment. “Yeah… That’s about the size of it, Doll.”

“Do you have any idea what you did to me Bucky? How many nights I went to bed crying because of you? How many times I rearranged my gym schedule and faked being sick so I wouldn’t have to go somewhere you were? All because you didn’t wanna ask me out! And you know what, the amazing part is that I couldn’t even hate you after all of it- Even though you were a total asshole I still liked you and thought you were amazing!” You finish, breathing hard.

“You like me?” Bucky asks, his whole face lighting up with hope.

“Really? That’s all you got from that?” You laugh, quirking an eyebrow at him as your eyes glint with amusement.

“Um, yes?”

You burst out laughing at his confused puppy look, gasping when a wave of pain washes over you. "Well, I guess that's the important part," you huff playfully.

Bucky chuckles lightly but his eyebrows draw together in a puzzled line when you stare at him expectantly. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"I'm waiting for you to ask me out like you said you would, dummy, " you tease, the corner of your mouth turning up in a smile as his eyes light with understanding.

"Hey, doll?" He asks, continuing when you give a low hum of acknowledgement. "Would you like to go out with me?"

Your whole face lit up as your eyes sparkled. "James Buchanan Barnes, I thought you'd never ask."

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