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buckyalpine · 2 years

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Pretty Little Thing Part 4

18+ Minors dni

Mob!Bucky x f reader, Rumlow x reader (forced marriage), a little steve x reader (platonic)

A/N: Here is part 4! Rumlow is gross. Please like, comment and reblog! <3

Warnings: ANGST, forced abusive marriage (sexual harassment), swearing, illusion to smut, fluff!

Word count: 2.5k

Part 3 here

“Did you miss me sweet heart” You trembled, dropping the coffee mug you were holding, cutting your hand as Rumlow stalked towards you to the stool you sat on in the kitchen, arriving days earlier than he intended.

“Clumsy girl” He tsked, caressing your face while bringing your bleeding finger to his mouth, sucking it between his lips. His strokes on your cheek became rougher as he nipped on your finger, causing you to wince in pain.

“You really should be more careful, wouldn’t want anything to happen to my pretty little angel” He flashed a smile, your traces of your blood covering his teeth. He moved closer to you, licking up your neck, whispering in your ear “You didn’t answer me. Did you miss me doll?”

Your blood turned into ice, frozen in place. He had never once called you doll. Only one person called you that.

“I….”

“I missed you so much y/n” Rumlow continued to brush his lips against your neck and shoulders, roughly gripping your waist, pulling you towards him. He slotted himself between your legs, pressing your back against the hard island counter. You whimpered out in pain but he didn’t stop, gripping you tighter, bruising your skin. “God, I missed my wife so much. Tell me, what did you do while I was gone?”

He moved back, cold eyes boring into you as he moved a hand to grip the back of your neck, tugging your hair. “Tell me doll, what were you up to?”

“I-I had dinner with-with my…”

“With who angel, who did you have dinner with?”

“Boss, Pierce wants to speak with you, its urgent” Walker stood at the doorway, unfazed by the scene in front of him. He was surprised he hadn’t been given orders to start digging a 6 ft hole in the back yard yet.

“Be there in a minute” Rumlow continued to grip your hair, your skin burning as he tightened his grasp, smiling coldly at you. “We can talk when I’m back, okay sweet girl?” You whimpered, tears spilling down your cheeks as he pushed you harder against the counter. He smirked, dragging his tongue across your skin to lick the tears that continued to run down your cheeks. “I’ll miss you”

You sat, rooted to the stool as your heart began to race. He knew.

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“Something’s not right”

Sam entered Bucky’s office with Steve, both men were growing increasingly worried about your safety but nothing compared to how Bucky was feeling.

“Parker’s been scoping the place out. Security around his place has been increased, at least 10 men around the front gates and double inside the house. No sign of y/n, she hasn’t been outside once in the ever since he got back”

Bucky nodded as his jaw clenched thinking about you, the bruises flashing in his mind. The glass he held in his metal hand shattered as he thought about Rumlow putting his hands on you. “Steve, call Parker”

He wasn’t taking any chances.

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“Doll”

Rumlow was sitting on your bed as you stepped out of the bathroom, his eyes undressing you as he stared at you with hunger and lust. You froze as he sauntered over, your grip tightening over the towel you were wrapped in.

“I think its time for some changes my love, don’t you think?” His hot breath fanned down your neck and he caressed your arm, inhaling the scent of your body wash, groaning as his hands skimmed over the water droplets dripping down your thighs.

“I-I don’t understand” Your voice barely came out a whisper as you stared at the floor, refusing to meet his gaze.

“Don’t worry sweet heart, I’ll explain,”

He took your hand as he walked you over to the large walk-in closet, as your heart dropped at the sight. All of your clothes had been thrown out, replaced with lingerie, sheer robes and tight dresses with plunging necklines and high slits. Your pajamas had been replaced with tiny silk gowns, a stark contrast to the large t-shirts you loved to sleep in. The only dress that hadn’t been replaced was your dark green dress you wore on the night you spent with Bucky.

“Do you like it?” He wrapped his arms around you from behind as you tensed, forgetting how to breathe.

“Why?” You felt light headed; knowing exactly why he had taken everything away, but you couldn’t bring yourself to say anything else.

“I didn’t like your clothes, how can I admire my wife when you’re always hiding such gorgeous curves,” His lips dragged across your shoulders, as he nipped at your earlobe. “I think you’d look so beautiful in that dark green one baby”, his voice was dark and cold as his grip around you tightened. “So beautiful”

He whipped you around, grasping your arms in a bruising grip, his nails digging into your skin as you cried out.

“SHUT UP,” His chest heaved as he moved his hand to wrap around your neck, forcing you to look at him. “You’re a stupid bitch you know that? I GIVE YOU EVERYTHING! You get everything you need from me, but you’re a greedy little whore aren’t you? AREN’T YOU?!”

You whimpered as his fingers continued to close around your neck, as he pressed you against the closet wall.

“You’re a spoiled fucking brat” He gripped your arm, dragging you out of the closet, throwing you onto the bed.

“You think you can walk out on me? You thought you were trapped all this time, didn’t you baby,” He leaned down to you, growling “I’ll fucking show you trapped.

He stood up, towering over you.

“LOKI”

A tall slim man in an all black suit walked in the room, his raven hair slicked, ending at his shoulders. He nodded at Rumlow, his cold eyes never meeting yours. He had joined recently, entering Rumlows inner circle alongside Walker and a few others.

“He will watch over you day and night until I decide what I want to do with you”

You had been locked in your room for a week as Loki stood outside of your door, only opening it for meals and water. You stayed under the covers, refusing to let anyone see you in the small pieces of lingerie you had for clothes. Even the dresses had been removed; Rumlow had decided you’d only have access to them if you were going out with him. He did leave one dress; the one he’d use the taunt you with.

You felt like you were slipping into madness; with each passing day, you only wanted Bucky more. You craved the safety of his arms, his intoxicating scent that left you reeling. You missed the way he took care of you, how he wanted to see you smile. You allowed your mind to spiral, until a harsh knock at the door broke you away from your thoughts.

“Are you dressed?” A question Loki always asked before he opened the door. At this point, dressed meant the safety of your bed sheet though you had grown to not care how he saw you, your mind focused on the beautiful man with blue eyes you could drown in. You heard the sound of heavy footsteps ascend the stairs, your body immediately freezing as you hid under the covers.

“You’re coming out with me tonight sweetheart” Rumlow sneered, dried blood still covering his rings as he leaned against the doorframe with his arms crossed against his chest. You wanted to protest but the unhinged grin he wore on his face warned you to do otherwise.

You let out a shaky breath, as he stalked over, pulling the sheet you had clutched to your chest.

“Playing hard to get, are you silly girl?”

“N-no” You could feel his hot breath fanning down your face as he tucked a lose hair away from your face.

“I thought about it my love, I thought about cutting off these pretty arms and legs and throwing you off the bridge in a cement block but I can’t do that to my pretty little thing, now can I?”

You felt hot tears sting your eyes, this was so much worse than death.

“Ah ah ah, don’t cry. We’re going to have fun tonight, you can even wear one of those many pretty dresses we have tucked away. Let me show everyone my beautiful wife in all her glory”

Rumlow left, arriving a moment later with a black cut out dress that hardly covered much more than the underwear in your closet. It had thin straps with a deep cinched neck line that accentuated your cleavage. You were seething. You would have worn this for him; he deserved your body, heart and soul. Not this god awful pent up manwhore in heat.

Ever the gentleman, he decided to leave you to get changed “Oh, and do your makeup nicely sweet heart. You know the look I like. And cover up the bruises” He smirked at the doorway, before nodding at Loki to lock the door.

The car ride silent as his hand caressed your exposed thigh. You tugged at the dress, trying to cover yourself from him but he gripped your wrist, preventing you from moving.

“What are you trying to cover up; do you only reserve your body for others?” His voice turned ice cold, as he glared at you, suddenly grinning again as the vehicle came to a stop, the harsh neon lights momentarily blinding you.

Cross Bones. He brought you to his club.

He grabbed your wrist, dragging you out of the car through the crowds to the booths that overlooked the club. You thought you noticed a familiar blonde off to the side, but you were hauled up the stairs before you could do anything.

He pushed you onto the large couch, snapping his fingers as a waitress passed by handing him a bottle of vodka. He took a large swing, downing nearly half the bottle before falling beside you, grinning wildly at your discomfort.

“Unhappy are we? Do you know how unhappy I am? Married to someone who should be thanking me for sparing them, who should let me, have access to her whenever I want” He moved his hand to grab your face, his fingers digging into your cheeks.

“But what did I get? NOTHING! For fucking months, nothing. And I leave for a night and you’re ready to spread your legs open for someone else? You want him?! YOU CANT FUCKING HAVE HIM”

He took another swing, setting the bottle closer to you.

“Let’s show these people baby, let’s show all these people who you belong to” His words slurred as he started to move his hands between your knees trying to pry them open. Your mind began to race, you needed at out. You grabbed the bottle, smashing it onto his face.

“YOU FUCKING BI-”

You used the broken end of the bottle to hit him again, causing him to double over pain as shards of glass cut through his face.

You ran out of the club, tears streaming down your face, hardly noticing others stopping and staring at your disheveled appearance. You nearly screamed as you felt a warm hand grab your shoulder pulling you to the side. You turned to see a kind set of light blue eyes looking down at you.

“Y/n-

“Steve please” Your voice was pleading for him to do something, anything.

“Its okay sweet heart, here” Steve slipped his blazer off, wrapping it around you before leading you to the SUV. The drive to was silent. He didn’t prod; the pain in your voice was enough for his blood to boil. You shifted nervously as you noticed 3 cars followed behind. Steve saw your anxious shifting; gently squeezing your hand “It’s okay. They’re with us”

You remained motionless as the cars pulled into the drive way. Steve sat with you as you saw the other men you hadn’t seen before emerge from the cars. There was a tall handsome black man along with a larger blonde who had long hair that passed by, flashing you warm smiles before entering the mansion. A significantly younger boy passed, shyly waving at you before running to catch up with the other two.

A familiar figure emerged from the doors, your heart raced as you jumped out of the car, you’d never leave his arms again.

“Doll?”

You ran into Bucky’s arms, clinging onto him, inhaling his scent as tears flooded your vision.

“Doll, look at me, are you okay?”

You were unable to speak, shaking your head, burying yourself further into his chest. Bucky’s hands began to move quicker than his mind as he lifted you into his arms, carrying you over to his master bed room. He set you down on the bed, pulling away to see if you were hurt anywhere. You continued to cling onto him, pulling him back to you, never wanting to let go.

“Y/n, baby I just want to see if you’re okay” He tried to reason with you as you tighten your grip around him.

“Please, please don’t let go” You whimpered, reluctantly pulling back. Your makeup had smeared from your tears; blue and purple tints peaked from where you had poorly tried to cover up bruises that littered your neck. He took a deep breath before speaking, as he focused back on you while slipping off Steve’s blazer. Bucky felt hot anger course through his veins, struggling to remain calm as he saw more bruises on your arms and wrists.

“When did he do this to you?”

You shook your head, unable to remember exactly when anything happened. The week you had been locked up he hadn’t touched you but you had lost all sense of time.

“Does it hurt babydoll?” You nodded, but your body wasn’t the one in pain.

“Please show me baby where, I just want you to be okay” Bucky’s eyes were pleading with you, as his fingers skimmed over the bruises, careful not to hurt you.

“It hurts” Tears streamed down your face as you brought his hand to your chest to wear your heart was pounding. “I want to feel something, please. Make it stop, take the pain away”

“Baby…” Bucky rested his forehead against yours, pulling you into his lap. “I want to, I want to so badly, but please let me take care of you first”

You shook your head, grasping the collar of his shirt, your lips brushing against his. He groaned as his hands made its way to your waist, gently laying you down onto the soft pillows. You looked up at him, kissing his lips softly.

“Please James”

Part 5

Also thank you to those who enjoy reading and supporting my writing, you’re amazing <3

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moonmunson · 13 days

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can anyone help me find a fic? it was on ao3 but I've been digging and can't find it. basically bucky kidnapped the reader as the winter soldier, and she's rescued and goes back to the compound - when bucky is healed and joins the avengers she wants him to stay away from her but they end up falling in love and at the end she's freaking out about it and runs to Clint's house and they have a conversation about his brainwashing and almost killing Natasha during the battle of new york

#bucky barnes #bucy barnes x reader #bucky barnes fic #bucky barnes imagine

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spilledkauffie · 3 years

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Game Night

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader Word Count: 2.2k T/W: fluff A/N: Part 2 of Bingo — a few months later

I am SO SORRY this took me way longer to post than it should have!

Bucky Tag List: @anreeixcobra ❤︎ @tsnelf7 ❤︎ @fandom-princess-forevermore

It was Friday night, which meant one thing: Game Night. Ever since Yori introduced you at Bingo, you made it a tradition in your relationship to play board games on Fridays. For the most part you kept it to fairly modern games, but tonight was going to be a surprise.

Tonight it was your place, 8 o’clock. Bucky showed up with a six pack of root-beer in glass bottles. You added a few to the fridge as he found his usual seat at your apartment table. He waited for you to round the small apartment’s bar and join him. Sliding the glass bottles across the table to Bucky, you smiled, biting in your bottom lip, as he slid your bottle back, now without its top.

Easily he popped the top off his own bottle with his left hand; it was as he was about to take a sip that he caught sight of your look, “what?” he furrowed his eyebrows, questionably.

“So. . . tonight,” you tried not to giggle.

“What?” Bucky asked again, this time finding himself following your smile despite his will not to.

“Tonight is going to be special,” you clasped your hands together, “because I found some stuff that’s as old as you.”

“Wow, thanks,” Bucky said sarcastically, taking a sip, shaking his head, blinking softly as he saw you rush to convince him it would be fun. Sighing deeply, he gave in, “alright, what is it?”

“I’ll be right back,” you twirled on your heel and left the room.

Returning to shaking his head and the glass bottle, he paused after settling the bottle on the table. It’d been a long time since anyone cared about anything actually as old as him. He’d been pretty good at keeping up with the times, a lot of things he knew just got an upgrade, but the thought of something from his actual childhood felt a little heartwarming.

“Okay,” you declared, reentering the room with a stack of vintage boxes in your arms that made Bucky lean back in his chair out of shock, “here we are.”

His jaw dropped a little at what you had brought out as you set the stack on the table. Watching you take a deep breath and exhale with a smirk, he shook his head, this time silently asking “how?” You set your hands atop the stack, rapping your fingers across the top box as you smiled again.

Smoothing your hands out across the box top, you cleared your throat, “no peeking,” bringing Bucky’s attention entirely to you.

“Option number one,” you held up the rectangular shape with severely faded letters across it, “Scrabble, released 1938.” The box very gently met the table, “option number two,” you looked at him attempting not to giggle as you saw him cross his arms over his chest, genuinely listening to you intently, “Sorry! released 1934, Battleship, original pen and paper game,” you clarified, he lifted his eyebrows, impressed, “and last but not least, Monopoly, released 1935.”

“Wow, you uh- you really did your research,” he commented, looking over the stack of authentically vintage boxes.

“Of course,” you shrugged with a smile, “my boyfriend’s 106, if I want to bring back some childhood nostalgia, that requires some research. . . and late hour ebay bidding in our case.”

He nodded, a faint smile showing, before it faded with his next words, “I hope you didn’t do too much research on me,” he looked up, hand resting on Monopoly.

You calmly slid down into the seat across from him and stared with a kind smile still on your lips, reaching to touch his hand, you stroked your thumb against his knuckles, “I’m more of a first hand account, direct source, kind of girl when it comes to people,” the corner of his mouth tugged into a smile.

You knew, just not everything, and he wasn’t sure he was prepared to have another living soul know it all quite yet. Luckily, you were someone who seemed to actually understand that.

“Or,” you announced, lifting a pointer finger, as if requesting a pause whilst you went to a nearby drawer, returning with a much smaller box, “we can get really really old school, even for you” the box met the table top, “standard 52 card deck, English edition, circa 1516. . .obviously not original.”

Bucky chuckled, looking to you, tonguing his cheek, before picking up the cards, “I hate to tell you, but that’s just a little before my time,” he squinted at you, teasingly.

Biting your lip, your shoulders shifted with the giggle that came after his comment, “so, come on,” you sat back down, this time with your elbows on the table and hands laced, to support your resting chin on top of them, “what should I beat your butt in?”

“Oh,” Bucky, attempting to appear insulted, began raising his eyebrows, “you think?”

“Yeah,” you laughed your words while looking at his serious face, “I think, better yet, I know.”

“Well, I don’t know where you get your confidence from. You know you are talking to a local senior Bingo night champion,” he shrugged with a head tilt, as if that was supposed to be a big deal.

“Woooow,” you drew out, smiling uncontrollably.

“But,” he sighed, “okay,” he shook his head once, accepting your challenge, “let’s go, you’re on! Monopoly,” he brought the box towards himself as you set the others on the floor next to your chair.

You watched as he picked up the little metal pieces, examining each one individually. There was an expression you’d never seen before, he was remembering something positive from his past. A memory that sparked a smile that you helped bring about. He surveyed the board, with all its bright colours and familiar street names.

“It’s been-” he paused, looking upward, doing the math in his head, “it’s been 85 years since I played this game,” setting each piece he stopped at the boat, laughing to himself, “you know, Steve used to always be the battleship.”

A soft smile came across your lips, while you watched him remember exactly how to set it up. You picked the Scottie dog and he picked the vintage race car piece.

“Were you always the race car?” you ventured, wanting to know more about his childhood, you knew he didn’t talk about it often.

“Oh,” he glanced to the piece he had just naturally picked up without a thought, “yeah, well, I think,” he gave a quick, but somber smile, before clearing his throat, and actually looking up, “and my sister, whenever she’d actually manage to get mom and dad to let her stay up with us, she’d always be the thimble,” he leaned back in his chair, smiling, “whenever it was her turn to move she’d put it on her finger and hop it down the street names.” He leaned back to the table, “we never made her go to jail, even if she landed on it, Steve would make up some rule that let her skip it.”

“That’s really sweet of you guys,” you said, looking softly at his smile.

“Yeah,” he swallowed, “but don’t think you can skip jail,” he changed his tone, preferring not to dwell on the past even if it was positive.

“Don’t think I’ll be visiting,” you smirk confidently, “better watch out for the money man yourself.”

“Wow, who is this?” he dropped his jaw, “she’s so sarcastic, does Yori know this side of you? Do you sneak jellybeans under the table or something evil like that?”

Laughing, you took your root-beer, “just give me my $1,500 so the smack down can actually begin.”

Two hours later, after a long battle between Boardwalk, control over the railroads, and many, many visits to jail, you sat back, lips quirked, arms across your chest as your little Scottie sat in jail.

“And three thousand, six hundred, and five. . . I’m sorry, but that leaves you,” Bucky set his elbows on the table, wincing at you, “bankrupt.”

“Fine,” you huffed jokingly, giving your best pout,“you win.”

“Aww, c’mon,” Bucky reached out a hand to touch your forearm comfortingly, accompanied by a smile you couldn’t deny.

“You wanna go again?” You offered seriously, resting your hand on top of his tenderly, happy to see him so happy.

“It was really fun, but let’s play something else, this time you pick,” he offered.

Breaking into a smile, you gave a nod, and he asked what you had in mind. It took a moment, you wanted to make this good, and you wanted to see it be a little more of a struggle for him, if you were honest.

“You know, I know it’s later than your. . .original timeline, but there’s this fantastic game called Twister,” you smirked, perking an eyebrow to ask if he was up for it.

“Twister?” He repeated you, tilting his head like a confused puppy, “what’s Twister?”

“I’ll show you, but,” you glanced over to your small apartment living room, “we might need to arrange the furniture a little.”

“Don’t worry,” Bucky stood, “I can handle that.”

Smiling, you stand, “okay, just push it all to one side, I’ll get the game.”

Ten minutes later, shoeless, you both stood looking over the polka dotted sheet on the floor. Nodding happily to yourself, Bucky shook his head almost in fear.

“Make sense?” You asked, having just explained the very simple rules, you turned to face him.

“Oh, I’m sorry I asked,” he sighed, shouldering off his jacket and tossing it onto the couch along with his glove, “yeah, it makes sense,” he set his hands on his hips, pondering this new game intently.

“Okay, you first,” you held up the spinning arrow, and began.

One hand and foot at a time, sometimes struggling to reach the spinner, but you both made it work pretty well. Having kept to one side of the sheet, it came time to get a smidge more twisted.

Bucky managed to keep balanced and spin a green dot with his left arm, conveniently it placed him right over you. As he began to reach for green, he carefully calculated how best to approach the green dot in order to keep his balance. It was a pretty far reach and he’d need to balance himself whilst reaching over you.

“What’s the matter old man, can’t quite move like you used to?” you shamelessly giggled.

Raising his eyebrows at your tone, “ohhh, wow,” Bucky said sincerely, finally placing his left arm over you and to a green dot, now above you he tilted his head sassily, “respect your elders.”

His last sentence only made your giggle turn into a genuine laugh. You closed your eyes and threw your head back a little. Admittedly, Bucky thought it was funny too, but he didn’t laugh, he just took in your smile and the sound of your laugh, enjoying every single moment of it.

When you brought your head back up, you were about to respond sassily, but instead you found his lips meeting yours. With a small squeak of surprise, you relaxed into the kiss, glad that he was finally confident enough with you to take a chance now and then. He tasted like vanilla root beer, which mixed wonderfully with the scent of his cologne you were finally close enough to smell.

It was soft and slow at first, but slowly, with his right hand palming the arch of your back, you eased into his touch, lower back almost meeting the floor as you both sunk down a little. You completely forgot about the game, as you reached your arms around his neck gently. Keeping the kiss close, you felt him hesitate to deepen it, so you gave him a small sign of encouragement, by moving your hand to the side of his neck, naturally bringing him even closer.

You had no idea how long you’d been there, on that polka dot sheet, but it was such bliss that you didn’t even care. Smiling into the kiss, you felt him smile back.

Parting, he pressed his forehead to yours, “I win,” he whispered, lips in a smile.

“What?” was all you could ask, still mesmerised by the kiss.

Bucky motioned his head to his left arm which happened to have been keeping the two of you steady. . . all the while remaining on the green dot. You dropped your arms from around his neck, to the floor, elbows supporting you as you looked up at him, shaking your head.

“That does not count, Bucky,” you tried not to smile as he kept his arm as still as possible.

“What? But my hand’s still on green,” he dramatically gestured to it, making you bite your lip to repress a giggle, trying to match his seriousness.

Shoving his chest directly above you, he feigned an ‘ow!’ before you softly pull him closer again.

“If I kiss you are you gonna hit me again?”

You smirk, “I might if you don’t.”

Bucky smiled, lips almost touching yours, “alright, sorry,” he smiled, voice almost a whisper as his lips brushed against yours, “I’m still learning the rules to this game.”

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subwaysurf45 · 3 years

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Winter Makes Ice Masterlist

let me know if you want to be tagged when this series is updated!

Completed

Summary: you’re captured after a brawl at the Avengers building, Bucky and others must save you before Hydra makes a new Winter Soldier out of you, Bucky has given up that title.

Warnings: kidnapping, torture, violence, blood, gore, angst, guns, mentions of suicide, mentions of schizophrenia, PTSD, self-hate, swearing

Episode: One

Episode: Two

Episode: Three

Episode: Four

Episode: Five

Episode: Six

Episode: Seven

Episode: Eight

Episode: Nine (epilogue)

#bucy barnes masterlist #winter makes ice #Bucky Barnes #Bucky fluff #bucky love #Bucky angst #bucky fanfic #bucky imagine #bucky x you #bucky x reader #bucky x female reader #bucky x yn #seb stan imagine #sebastian stan #winter soldier #winter soldier fluff #winter soldier fic #winter soldier series

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ramp-it-up · 3 years

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Newbie:

A Shield HS AU Drabble

Pairing: Teacher! Bucky x Reader; Teachers! Bucky, Steve, & Sam x Reader (platonic, so far), Teacher! Tony and Bruce x Reader (platonic)

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI, Language, eventual SMUT, Hopeful new teacher, Stark snark, Angst, First day jitters, shy Bucky, Teacher! Bucky.

Word count: 1.4 k

A/N: This is a teaser drabble for the Shield High School AU series that I’m planning. The idea hit me out of the blue the other night. There is no smut in this, but oh, is it cuming. I hope you like this. Let me know by commenting, liking, and reblogging!

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You looked up at the impossibly huge building and the butterflies in your stomach flew into a million different directions. The place seemed to have grown larger since your interview two months ago.

You now regretted not eating any breakfast this morning, but you had grabbed a banana and thrown it in the box as you finished packing the things to bring to your classroom.

“Let me help you with that!”

A voice came to you over the large box you were carrying.

Two big hands grabbed it easily and you were greeted by a nice face behind wire-rimmed glasses.

“You must be a new staff member. I’m Dr. Bruce Banner. Science department chair. Nice to meet you.”

He had curly dark hair. There was something about the lilt to his voice that made you feel safe.

You smiled at him and extended your hand, causing him to shift the box to one arm. He handled it as if it was light as a feather as you two started up the stairs.

“Nice to meet you, Bruce, Doctor Banner. I’m Yourname. Reader. I’m the new English teacher. American Lit.”

You smiled and Bruce smiled back.

“Call me Bruce.”

He was so sincere, it made you smile again.

“You get to work with Loren. What a thrill.” You caught the sarcasm there. “Word of advice. Never believe the first thing he says. He has a rather… unique sense of humor.”

You laughed as you entered the building.

“Yes. He was in my interview with Mr. Fury. He seems a bit of a character.”

“That’s an understatement.” Bruce laughed. “Well, if you got the job, that means he likes you, so there’s that.”

You walked behind him as he carried the box down a long hallway, his leather briefcase slung over his back. You looked around the hall trying to memorize your surroundings.

“It takes a while to know your way around. This place is a bit of a compound.”

Bruce’s voice floated back toward you and you smiled at his mind reading capabilities. You entered a door on the left of the hallway.

“It even smells like a school.”

You took in a deep breath of textbooks and floor wax with old wooden floors. Glancing around, you took in a room with a sink, cabinets, refrigerator, a table with six mismatched chairs, an old leather armchair, and a bright green couch.

Three men were sitting around the table. Two stood up when they saw you, the other remained seated, concentrated on the chess board in front of him.

“Wait until the kids get here. Then it will smell like teen spirit.”

Bruce set your box down on the counter, next to the person who’d said that. He had dark hair and a goatee. He was leaning against the counter and was holding a coffee cup. And he was smirking right at you.

“Hello.”

You smiled at him and held out your hand, introducing yourself.

“Well hello. Aren’t you sweet? That smile. The wattage in that may be too much for the school fluorescents, but I think we’ll let it slide.”

He put his cup down and stepped closer.

“I’m Tony. Tony Stark. Physics Department Chair.”

“You’re the only Physics teacher, Tony.” Bruce was rolling his eyes.

“And thus, the department chair. A word of advice?”

These people were full of advice today. You needed to get used to it, you were the newbie.

“Don’t listen to anyone else but me, I’m the only one who knows how to navigate these ‘can’t do teach’ infested waters. But don’t get too smitten, I’m married.”

He winked at you and you nodded, amazed that he just said that out loud to you.

“Damn, I missed my chance.”

You heard a snort behind you and turned around.

While Tony was leering at you, the three guys were checking you out. Your short but professional summer shift dress gave them an enhanced view of your ass and they all got a good look.

Steve was outright staring, Sam was doing the same, but with his head turned to the side.

And Bucky was transfixed.

You were cute from your toes in your red white and blue wedges to the loads of hair on top of your head. Your glasses were even in the school colors. He snorted when he heard your retort to Stark. He liked you already.

You were going to be a problem.

Bruce and Tony left the teacher’s lounge and said goodbye to you. You waved at them and caught Tony flipping the guys off.

When you turned around to face them, Sam and Steve quickly collected themselves and Bucky went back to staring at the chessboard. He couldn’t move.

The tall blond guy in a baseball hat with a red, white, and blue shield on it smiled at you and you were almost blinded.

“Hello, I’m Steve Rogers, US History, this is Sam Wilson, Government and Economics and that,” you saw Sam kick the still-seated guy that Steve was pointing to, “is James Barnes, World History and AP Euro, but Sam and I call him Bucky.”

Bucky reluctantly stood up, assessing you through brown horned rimmed glasses. He looked worried, forehead scrunched up in cute little wrinkles and mouth pursed as he regarded you.

You wanted to reach out and smooth his forehead out, but you stayed still.

Your eyes feasted on the male beauty before you. It was like a buffet of everything you could possibly want in that type of human: tall, blonde, dark, brunette, blue-eyed, brown-eyed, broad shouldered, hot bodied perfection.

Steve was a classic jock type, cut body, dirty blonde hair peeking out of the snapback and those blue eyes sharply appraising you. Perfect smile and clean cut. Too clean cut for your taste.

Sam was tall, dark, and handsome, and lawd, that gap-tooth smile directed at you was everything. You felt that you could trust him.

James was somewhere in between Steve and Sam in stature, posture relaxed, and you felt that his body had hidden power. You also felt that you could NOT trust yourself with him, because he was the sexy emo nerd type that was your weakness.

Shit.

The main physical difference was that one of James’ broad shoulders was metal. You could tell because he was wearing a t-shirt and his left arm was a shiny black and gold metal from finger tip to the bicep and beyond as it disappeared under his shirt sleeve. It was beautiful.

He caught your eyes as you moved them up that side of his body, and for some reason, his expression softened. He gave you a side smile that caused you to flush. You quickly recovered and focused on all three again.

“Hello Steve, Sam, and James.”

You smiled at him and Bucky wanted to sit down again because his knees were weak, but he grunted at you.

“Call me Bucky…”

You almost didn’t hear him and you definitely didn’t see Steve and Sam gaping at each other as you again turned toward Bucky.

“Why do they call you Bucky? I don’t want to call you something that is an inside joke, or a locker room taunt…” Your dirty mind was taking over.

Bucky wanted you to keep talking, your voice was so… and what was going through that mind of yours? Let him find out…He cleared his throat.

“Nothing like that. Middle name’s Buchanan. Steve shortened it to Bucky when we were kids.”

That smile again, for all of them.

“So, you all were childhood friends?”

Sam spoke up. “Steve and Bucky grew up together in Brooklyn. I met them in the service. The Army.

“Ah.”

You nodded, suddenly wanting nothing more than to see all of them in uniform.

“Well, I will try to call you Bucky, but my mother taught me to be formal with strangers. So James might slip out of my mouth when I’m flustered.”

You laughed and Bucky grew warm. Now he wanted you to call him James. He wanted you to get flustered. He wanted to be the one who…

”Buck, let’s go. We’ll be late for the meeting. I don’t want to hear Fury’s mouth…” Sam was grumpy.

“I’m gonna hang back a minute. I didn’t eat breakfast and my stomach is growling.”

You went over to the box and stood on your tiptoes to get out your banana.. Your dress raised a couple of inches and your legs flexed. Sam bit his knuckle as your back was turned.

Then they all watched you peel and start to eat the banana.

This time, Bucky was quick on the draw.

“You guys go on ahead. Save us seats, don’t want to let the newbie walk in there alone.”

He smirked at his friends who reluctantly agreed and exited the lounge, looking back at you.

They left you alone with Bucky while you tortured him with those lips and a banana.

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Remain the Same

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Written: April 12th, 2021

Posted: April 12th, 2021

Warning: None.

Word Count: 2,262

Summary: You couldn't remember why you and Bucky harbored hate for one another. With a little push from Sam, the tension reaches an all-time high. Will things evolve or remain the same?

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Opening the door of your apartment, you let out a surprised gasp as you gazed between the Two men standing in front of you. Your mind began whirling with assumed ideas as to why they were there. Raising an eyebrow at them, you groaned already figuring what they needed.

"There's no way I'm working with him." You spat, allowing him and Bucky entrance into your apartment.

Standing in your living room, you crossed your arms along your chest as you glared at Bucky.

"He's in therapy now-" Sam started.

Scoffing, you rolled your eyes. "And that suddenly makes him a saint?" Your face contorted as anger began bubbling to the surface.

"Look, you know we wouldn't be here unless we desperately needed your help." Sam sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose as he squeezed his eyes shut.

"Oh," You huffed, nodding your head in understanding. "So I was your last resort. Cool, Cool, Cool."

Sam let out a groan as he opened his eyes again, sending you a pointed glare. "You know that's not what I meant."

"Right." You drew out your word not fully believing him. "So why are you and Cyborg here?"

Bucky let out a quiet growl at your dig at him.

Shaking your head you scoffed as you rolled your eyes at him.

"Would you Two stop," Sam spoke, holding his hands out taking a few steps so that he was standing in between you. He sent Bucky a glare before turning to face you allowing him to give you the same expression.

"This is bigger than...Then whatever you Two are always fighting about." He spoke, his voice turning stern. "Look, we're here because we need to find Zemo."

Your jaw fell slightly, as you furrowed your eyebrows together. Your mind racing a million miles a minute, as you attempted to justify their need to find him.

"I'm sorry...Am I missing something?" You questioned allowing your arms to drop from their defensive position. "You're looking for the guy that we fought...The guy that triggered Bucky and-"

"I know how this sounds," Sam spoke his voice softer than when he last spoke. "But there's a bigger threat now."

Dropping your gaze to the floor, you let out a defeated sigh. Nodding your head, you returned your gaze to Sam's face. "Alright...I'm in."

Bucky let out a groan as his shoulders dropped.

Frowning at his reaction, you furrowed your eyebrows together. A ping of sadness washed over you.

Once you had located Zemo, the three of you had made your way to his destination.

The ride there was filled with bickering coming from Sam and Bucky. Sitting in the backseat, you had become unusually quiet.

"What's going on in that mind of yours, Y/N?" Sam questioned, sending you a quick glance in the rearview mirror.

"Huh? Oh, uh, nothing." You spoke, cringing at your uneasiness.

"If you say so." Sam hummed.

Sighing, you turned to gaze out of the window, your mind became cloudy with the memory of Zemo triggering Bucky years ago. Shifting in your seat, you were overwhelmed with a sense of uneasiness.

As your attention was cast out of the window, you were unaware of the concern glance Bucky sent your way. Returning his attention back to the front, Sam caught his attention. Sam raised his eyebrows at him in question before sending him a smirk, making sure to let him know he was caught in the act.

"Alright, kids." Sam's sudden voice caused you to jump. "We're almost at the motel for the night."

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When Sam pulled into the motel parking lot, you were the first out of the car. Letting out a quiet groan, you stretched your arms above your head.

Sam was the first to grab his bag before he made his way to the lobby. Reaching for yours, your hand brushed against Buckys. Inhaling a sharp breath you quickly yanked your hand away as if you had been scorched by something hot.

Without saying a word, you were fast to turn on your heel rushing towards the lobby. As Sam came out, he had a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Here's your shared room. They only had rooms with one bed available."

Your eyes widened at him. "Wait-"

"I've been with Bucky long enough, I'm not sharing a bed with him too," Sam spoke. He made a subtle glance at Bucky sending him a quick wink before returning his attention back to you.

"Whatever." You grumbled, snatching the key from Sam's hand as you made your way towards the room.

Tossing your bag down, you gathered your pajamas, before rushing into the bathroom in an attempt to avoid any small talk with Bucky.

Once you were changed into your nighttime clothes, you fidgeted with your bag before making yourself comfortable on the bed as Bucky glided into the bathroom.

Sighing, you fell back on the side you had claimed. Your mind clouded with thoughts of feelings. The moment Sam had stated you were going to share a bed with Bucky, your breath had hitched in your throat while your hands became clammy. Butterflies fluttering in your stomach brought you back down from your thoughts.

Crawling into bed, you pulled the blanket up under your chin as you were laying comfortably on your side. Closing your eyes, you hoped it would save you from any possible arguments or conversations.

However, when you heard the bathroom door open, the butterflies in your stomach returned. As Bucky climbed in, you attempted to ignore the fluttering feeling. Shivering slightly, you tried to wrap the blankets tighter around your form.

Without uttering a word, Bucky tossed around in bed before he mirrored your position. The heat that radiated off of him, was enough to alert you of his close proximity, the heaviness washing over you.

Reaching behind you, your hand gently grasped Bucky's wrist making sure to give him a light tug as you wrapped his arm around your waist. You heard his breath hitch before he was pressed firmly behind you. His chest was snug against your back, while his leg softly nudged its way between yours.

Nuzzling your pillow, you couldn't help but let out a content sigh. The butterflies became harder to ignore as you were wrapped in his arms. Bucky's free arm moved some of your hair away from your neck exposing it before splaying beneath your pillows allowing you to rest your head upon it.

His breath hit the back of your neck before his nose gently traced the back of your neck. The hair on the back of your neck stood at attention while your senses were in overdrive. Your back arched slightly as a quiet moan slipped past your lips. Bucky's arm tightened around your waist in the process. He gently pressed his lips to the back of your neck while being cautious as to not cross a line.

Turning your upper half in his arms, you laced your hand in his hair tugging him down towards you. His lips brushed yours before finally taking your lips between his.

Bolting upright, your chest was rising and falling at a rapid pace, while a thin sheet of sweat covered your skin. A ball of sweat rolled down your chest.

Bucky was quick to join you. "Are you okay?" His raspy voice laced with concern, as he studied your features.

You hummed in response, as your eyes were trained on the crown molding of the room.

Bucky's warm fingers gently grasped your chin, angeling your head to face him. "Are you sure?"

Gazing at him, you mapped the features that were etched along his face. His ocean eyes pouring into yours.

"I..." The words lost in your mouth. With his metal hand resting on the bed, his chest was angled towards yours. The close proximity almost allowing them to touch. Your breath hitching as the realization dawned on you, as you were taken by surprise that Bucky was concerned.

Without a word, Bucky laid on his back gazing at you as made himself comfortable before opening his arms in a welcoming manner.

Furrowing your eyebrows together in confusion, your jaw fell slack. "A-Are you sure?" You whispered, your eyes widening at his actions.

Rolling his eyes, Bucky sent you a toothy smile. "Just... Come here, before I change my mind." His eyes carried a playful glint in them.

Placing your ear upon his chest, you wrapped your arms around his waist. One of Buckys hands landed in your hair beginning to scratch your scalp. The other, landed behind your knee gently pulling it over his hips wrapping you in each other.

His warmth calming you almost immediately. Your eyelids grew heavy as you allowed sleep to overwhelm you just as Bucky pressed a gentle kiss upon the crown of your head.

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Once you were back on the road in search of Zemo, things had seemed to change between you and Bucky. The arguments between you had changed to flirtatious remarks.

When you arrived at the prison that held Zemo, you felt your heart fall into the pit of your stomach.

Standing next to Sam you frowned slightly. Before you knew it, Sam and Redwing were checking the perimeter leaving you and Bucky alone.

"Bucky.." You whispered as your eyebrows furrowed together.

"Hey, what is it?" He questioned his features dancing with concern as he stood before you.

"I...Be careful..."

Smirking, he raised an eyebrow at you.

"Who else is going to annoy me if you're back to being-"

Chuckling, he rolled his eyes. "I'll be fine." Tucking a piece of hair behind your ear, he leaned forward placing a chaste kiss on your cheek. "Besides, I had a pretty girl to come back to."

Heat rose in your cheeks, as butterflies erupted in your stomach.

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When Zemo joined your small group, Bucky had returned to his previous persona before that night.

Sighing, you couldn't bring yourself to rebuttal anything he shot at you. It had been insult after insult. In his mind, he was protecting you, he felt the more he pushed you away the safer you would be.

As you were getting dolled up for the mission, you noticed the subtle glances Bucky sent your way. On the one time you caught him, he was quick to avert his gaze while clenching his jaw.

"Don't you look beautiful," Zemo spoke from behind you.

Whirling on your heel, you scrunched up your face as you gazed at him. "Thanks."

As Zemo was ready to respond, his mouth opened but Bucky's voice came out.

"I think Sam wanted to talk to you," Bucky spoke, standing beside him. Clearing his throat as a rosy color danced along his cheeks.

Nodding your head, you went to find him.

Turning to face Zemo, Bucky let out a growl. "Leave her alone."

Zemo tutted, as he sent him a toothy grin. "Has the Winter Soldier gone soft?"

Grabbing him by the front collar of his shirt, Bucky yanked him forward as rage danced in his eyes. "I'm not the Winter Soldier anymore."

"But-"

"And as for Y/N," Bucky glanced around in an attempt to make sure you hadn't heard the altercation between them. "She's mine."

Grinning in a taunting manner at Bucky, Zemo chuckled softly. "You have a funny way of showing it."

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"Winter Soldier," Zemo spoke as he stood before Bucky at the bar. A hand was placed on his shoulder. "Attack."

Your breath hitched in your throat as you and Sam stood watching Bucky. Sadness washed over you, as you saw a flash of pain wash over Bucky's features. As you watched Bucky go through the motions you frowned.

After the mission was successful, you hadn't missed the concern oozing off of Bucky. You hadn't looked at him since the beginning of it. You couldn't help but feel as if your heart broke.

"I..I need some air." You spoke breaking away from the group without waiting for any response.

The bitter evening air whirled around you. Crossing your arms along your chest you made your way towards the nearest ally allowing yourself to lean against the wall. Closing your eyes, you let your head rest against the bricks.

"You shouldn't be out here alone."

Without opening your eyes, you knew Bucky was standing before you.

"I'm not alone, you're here."

A silence fell between you. Frowning, you opened your eyes as you gazed into his ocean eyes.

"I.." His voice trailed off as sorrow washed over his features.

"Was it all a joke to you?" Your voice breaking at the end. Your composure was quickly crumbling as tears welled in your eyes.

"No. No, it wasn't-"

"So what?" You questioned feeling yourself becoming defensive. "You want to give me a glimpse behind the walls again before you shut me out without a second thought?"

Bucky flinched at your words, as they came out much more harsh than you intended. "No-"

Scoffing you rolled your eyes. Tears began to cascade down your cheeks. Kicking off the wall, you didn't want to partake in the conversation anymore. As you began walking away from Bucky, you felt his calloused hand wrap around your wrist preventing you from retreating from him. Whirling you around, you collided with his firm chest.

Releasing your wrist, he placed his hands along your jaw before placing his lips upon yours. His lips were softer than you expected while a salty flavor invaded your mouth.

Pulling away, he rested his forehead against yours as your breath mingled together. "You're not going anywhere."

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Bucky Barnes

I’m Going to Spin You: Bucky teaches the reader how to dance in preparation for Tony and Pepper’s wedding.

Proud: Y/N needs to interview someone for a history assignment and who better to go to than Bucky. Mentor!Bucky/Teenage!Reader AU

Beautiful Soul: The team decides to let loose after a rough few months with some singing and some alcohol, what could possibly happen ;)

The Unspoken Deal: When Bucky holds your hand in public, he rubs his thumb against your skin to ground himself when he’s anxious.

Blast From the Past: The gates are open and the memories are back. And maybe it means someday you’ll get normalcy back.

Sergeant Boinky: Bucky’s got a new interest and Sam and Y/N are taking full advantage of it.

Classy Girls: They met in a bar. Inspire by the song Classy Girls by the Lumineers

You’re Being Dramatic: Bucky sees something he doesn’t like and his mind goes haywire without even finding out the full story. If you want a happy ending to this angst piece this is it.

Garbage vs Little Shit: The neighbour’s cat is a little shit. The neighbour? Eh...

Abort Mission: It’s Bucky’s turn to catch you reading fanfiction 👀 (companion to Seargeant Boinky but can be read separately) NSFW

Two Nerds in a Blanket: In desperate need for a date to your work's Christmas party you, reluctantly, seek the help of one Bucky Barnes.

Adore You: Bucky is always asking you for favours, how can you say no to those eyes and that smile?

Prince Charming: Who’s your favourite Disney princess? Who do you want to be your prince charming?

Together: You’ve got some news but are too scared to tell Bucky but he’ll find out one way or another

The Trail We Blaze: Bucky takes a trip down memory lane through his old home and no one is quite sure how he’s taking it.

The Dynamic Between Us: You need a ride and god forbid you have to call Bucky in your time of need. That damned man and his stupid ways of being in your life.

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Fourth of July - Part Two: The Fourth of July is hard for some People but you try and make it a little bit easier with some not so simple editing. COMPLETE 2/2

Place Your Bets: Money is on the line and the months are counting down so who will win the bet to when Bucky and Y/N finally get together? And will they figure out what’s exactly going on? COMPLETE 9/9

Friend or Foe: A dead body comes up on the Avenger’s radar that threatens to leak some unpleasant moments and people from Bucky’s time as the Winter Soldier to his friends that he thought he’d never face again. ON HIATUS INDEFINITELY

Exhibition of Future Technologies: Bucky meets the girl of his dreams the day before he ships out again and she holds a mystery about her that he can’t resist. COMPLETE 4/4

Tough Guy: Bucky swears he’s over it. Y/N swears she’s fine. A cliche when their worlds collide together after all this time. But wounds run deep. COMPLETE 9/9

Calm - Guardian Angel: She’s there, whenever he needs her she’s there in his ear telling him what he needs to know. Greek Myth AU COMPLETE 2/2

The Lone Kiwi: a series of drabbles that cover the first year of research analyst Samantha Thompson’s career with the Avengers after being recruited by Tony Stark. The New Zealander is thrown into the deep end of American culture and spy life as she packs up and moves halfway around the world. ON HAITUS INDEFINITELY

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Lady Liberty: A look through the times between Captain America and his Lady Liberty. 1944 - 2017

Reality is Cruel: Y/N’s grip on reality is taken away from her when she’s kidnapped while on a mission. While the team tries to find her she watches her biggest fear happen before her eyes over and over again.

We’re Married: A fluffy modern AU really.

Light and Fluffy: Missions can be tough and so it takes the right attitude to be able to deal with them day after day. You and Steve seem to have different attitudes though.

Our House, Our Rules: Drunk and happy even if the new guy has Y/N nervous but that won’t stop her winning the tournament…

No More Waiting: Steve has waited long enough and after Thanos, he refuses to wait any longer for the life he wants. A continuation from this drabble.

I Trust You: Steve doesn’t trust many people. Lest of all you. At least that’s the message you’ve gotten, it might not be the message he’s trying to give you. NSFW

A Question: On the drive home from a mission a serious conversation comes up between the two of you, you should try bowling.

Shut Up: Exams at the SHIELD academy are coming up and with that members of the Avengers have come to observe the next potential heroes. Some are more promising than others.

Last Call:When Steve finds himself in a dive bar in the middle of no where with nothing left to do but wallow he’s saved by a glass of whisky.

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Release the Hounds: Hades can’t step foot in the mortal realm, she never strays far from home and isn’t welcome in Olympus. Steve believes the queen should have a place beside her brothers, to rule with them instead of in the shadows, invisible to the eye. Not many share his opinion though and the consequences of that may be worse than the god of spring could have imagined. COMPLETE 15/15 NEW

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He Consumes Me: Thor said that Loki is gone, for good. She was beginning to finally accept that. No longer would he consume her thoughts or control her mind. No longer would he trick her.

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Morning Champagne

Imagine CEO James Barnes having to tell his assistant to respect you.

James’ assistant hands him the glass of champagne and smiles bashfully at him.

“So, why are we drinking so early this morning,” she asks the CEO.

James takes a sip from the glass and looks at his blonde employee, “Because we’re celebrating,” he puts the glass down on his desk.

“The acquisition?” His assistant asks happily.

James chuckles and nods, “Yeah, that too.”

“Is there something I’m missing?”

James looks at her blankly, “There always is,” he grabs his glass and moves to sit in his chair behind his desk. “We’re also celebrating the fact that I am no longer on the market,” he takes another sip of his champagne.

“Oh…,” his blonde assistant replies, looking slightly disappointed, “well, congratulations,” she plasters on her best smile.

“Thank you...however, this serves as a warning. I know about the looks and disrespect you give my fiancée, and if you want to keep working for me longer than this moment, you will show Y/N the respect she deserves,” he tells her as coldly as possible.

His assistant puts down her glass and lowers her head to the floor, “I’m sorry, Mr. Barnes...I really meant no disrespect,” she apologizes softly.

“I’m sure that you are very sorry now that you’ve been called out for it. Just know, I’ve seen more than you realize. You’ve been working for me for two years and I’ve been dating her longer than that, and I know when people are being hateful. It happens a lot when we go out, but I won’t put up with it from my own employees,” he chided her.

“So…,” he grabs his champagne flute and walks over to her, “shall we have a toast?”

The blonde hesitates but nods in approval, reaching for her glass and holding it up. “What shall we toast to?”

“Let’s toast to my engagement...a new beginning for us all,” he raises his flute and nods to her.

“And to Y/N…,” the blonde says before taking a drink, “may her patience and tolerance for you know no bounds.”

“See, you’re already doing a fabulous job.”

#bucy barnes #james barnes #james buchanan barnes #james bucky barnes #bucky barnes imagines #james barnes imagine #CEO James Barnes #bucky barnes x reader

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movedvalkyriesryde · 5 years

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Masked Man - Part Four

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x female reader

Summary: An assassination attempt on who was thought to be her father’s killer brings information to light that could tear apart Y/N’s only family. The only one who seems to be able to help her is the man who her brother seemingly wants killed.

Word count: 2071

Warnings: Post Endgame (RIP faves), abusive family, violence, mention of suicide, death

A/N: Second to last part! I love me a slow burn and was super excited writing this part. Let me know what you think!! Thank you everyone for reading, you’re all amazing

Masterlist

Part One - Part Two - Part Three - Part Four - Part Five

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It was finally time to visit the barn in Germany. The air was dry and the breeze pierced into Y/N and Bucky’s faces as they walked across the field. Sam had given the all clear and entrusted their safety in Bucky alone. There wasn’t enough man power for a whole team to join the duo. Bucky was glad. He didn’t know what they were going to find and he wanted to be the one there for Y/N, whatever the outcome. Y/N was glad it was just the two of them as well for the same reason. She didn’t want to experience this with a stranger, she wanted it to be Bucky. She knew he had her best interests at heart and after confirming plans for the mission the two sat and talked. Yes, talked, Bucky shared stories from the 40’s and Y/N showed him her photo album. He was her friend, an ally and Y/N would be lying to herself if she said there wasn’t a bit of attraction for the super soldier either.

The duo stepped into the old barn together. It smelled of rotting wood and rust. Several bird’s nest sat atop the beaming and it was filled with old farm equipment, most of which was too rusted to ever work again. The barn had been sitting untouched for thirty plus years according to Y/N. Bucky looked for any hint of movement in the dust and dirt that had piled up. It was difficult seen as not even Otto had been to the barn for years. As he walked towards one of the old tractors he noticed something under his feet, there was less hay, less dirt and no sign of animal droppings. Behind the vehicle it was even more apparent.

“Y/N I think I found something.” Bucky called her over while he searched the wall for a handle or opening.

“Bucky, I think you’re standing on the door?” Y/N pushed the tall man to the side before kneeling down and brushing away the hay and dirt from atop the trap door. She looked up at Bucky from the ground who only shrugged in response to her discovery. They walked down the wooden steps, rounding the corner, neither of them were prepared for the sight before them.

It was just one room, not large, but not small either. Along three walls were floor to ceiling filing cabinets, all marked with year dates. In the middle of the room sat a metal work station, Bucky recognized it as similar to the ones in the labs at the compound.

Slowly, as if hesitant that if she was any faster it would all disappear. Y/N reached for one of the cabinets. She pulled it open and immediately knew what she was looking at. Bucky soon followed, opening a draw on the other side of the room.

FEB 2ND 2013 - SUBJECT: 13yrs F - TEST TWO: Responsive

Bucky’s eyes widened at the realization of what he was reading. The more they read the bigger the pit in Y/N’s stomach got. He had written everything down. Otto had kept a record of their entire lives together. Between each experiment file was one explaining the rest of the events of the day, from what they talked about over breakfast to what was on the telly after dinner.

July 8th 2012

Will has left. My son is gone. He told me it was my fault. I tried to talk to him but he wouldn’t listen. His body refuses to fuse with any serum I create. I hoped he would follow in my footsteps but no. I fear there was truth behind his words. I have failed him, I promised him power and fame and I have not given him that. The anger in his voice, the fire in his eyes. I fear what he is capable of. It is all my fault. Everything Will does will be my fault.

Y/N was never told why Will left. She assumed he was going to college, to grow up and leave home like every child does at some point. That’s what he told her when he found her again. She didn’t realize the guilt that weighed her father down every day. She didn’t realize the blame he put on himself after that day and that stayed with him, a constant reminder of his failure.

“Are you alright?” A gentle hand rested on her shoulder. The two stood around the table at the point. Paper was messily spread across it. Bucky knew this must be hard for her. He wanted to hold her, take the pain away. But he was too afraid to come any closer, afraid she would break under his touch.

“I’m fine. We should get going. Try and take as much of this as we can.” Y/N swallowed the lump in her throat. She was fine. It was not her fault, the results of the experiments were not her fault. They began bringing together the papers, planning to take as much as they could carry. Bucky kept a close eye on Y/N. She was strong but he could see how hard this had been on her. He wished he could make her forget it all.

“Leaving so soon?” A voice broke his train of thought. The two spun around seeing Will standing at the bottom of the stairs. He had a backpack slung over his shoulders, a gun lazily held in his hand and a smirk plastered across his face. Bucky was quick to pull out his own gun, pointing it at the man in front of him. Y/N immediately pulled her arm out across Bucky’s chest to indicate for him not to shoot her brother.

“Funny seeing you here sister.” Will stepped further into the room, his gun moving between the two of them. “And with none other than James Buchanan Barnes. You’re meant to be dead!” He pointed accusingly at Bucky who never let his composure falter. He wanted so badly to just shoot Will and be done with it but Y/N’s arm stopped him. This was her fight.

“What are you doing here?” Whatever strength Y/N thought she had was gone. This was her crossroads.

“Well, I’m here to receive father’s notes, give myself the powers I was promised by the old mad scientist. But I’m more interested in why you and the Winter Soldier are here.” Will stood with the shit-eating grin on his face, Bucky grunted at the mention of the Winter Soldier. That was not him. Y/N stood next to him, her arm still spread across his chest. Her left arm hung tucked in at her side, her hand closed in a fist that turned her knuckles white. She could feel the energy moving through her hand warming in response. She was angry, every word he said angered her. This was never about bringing justice to her father. She was a pawn in Will’s game.

“You know, I knew I should have left you on that street.”

“Stop it.” She muttered. He was trying to get a response.

“You’re no use to me, you couldn’t even kill the Winter Soldier, even after I have you no choice. You’re a failure.” Will spat his words at her just like he had done to her father.

“STOP IT!!” She will not fail her father, Y/N’s chest heaved with every breath she took. Bucky glanced down at her, worried she might provoke Will. He noticed her left hand clenching and un-clenching, it had a small glow to it, the same as when they first met and she broke free from the cable ties. Will stood shocked that his sister would ever yell at him.

“We have never failed you. You’re the one who failed us.” We. She was doing this for the man who taught her to be a hero. She would keep her promise. “YOU’RE the one who was never satisfied. YOU’RE the one who always wanted more. YOU’RE the one who killed out father!” Y/N grew louder and louder with every sentence until she was yelling. The warmth in her left hand was not got, her anger was boiling and she couldn’t hold it back any longer.

“Excuse me?!” Will exclaimed, raising his eyebrows. He held the gun up to Y/N who kept her eyes locked with his. Bucky adjusted his grip on his own weapon. Y/N’s arm still rested against his chest, if she had a plan she better do it fast.

“From when you left to his death he looked for you. He blamed himself for you hating him and walking out on us. YOU let the guilt eat away at him because you couldn’t let go of your pride. YOU’RE the one that put the gun in his hand! YOU’RE the one who made the guilt eat away at his sanity! YOU’RE the reason he killed himself! YOU’RE the reason he burned his office, he knew what you were capable off and he didn’t want you using his research.” Realization struck Y/N. All of it was because of Will. Will was the reason her father pushed her to do and be better after he left. Will was the reason behind his sleepless nights, his angry outbursts and his sad eyes. “YOU KILLED FATHER THE SECOND YOU WALKED OUT OF HIS LIFE AND LEFT ME WITH THE PIECES!!!” She held out her hand towards Will, not thinking before releasing the built up energy directly at his chest. The weapon dropped from his hand and he flung back first into the cabinets behind him, hitting his head on the edge and falling to the ground.

Y/N stood frozen, her right arm had dropped to her side but her left stayed out open palmed to where Will had stood. Bucky was quick to move, still holding his gun in his hand he moved towards Will’s lifeless body, kicking the weapon on the floor away from him. He felt no pulse. Bucky turned around to tell Y/N the news but what he saw was far worse. She was frozen, her eyes were clouded and her breathing jagged. He instantly moved towards her, swiftly placing the gun back in its holster and held Y/N’s face.

“Hey Y/N look at me. Focus on me.” His voice was soft and gentle, the same way it used to be when Steve had an asthma attack when they were kids. Y/N blinked, moving her eyes to look at Buck’s, they were so worried, so protecting, so safe. Her own began to pool with water and sobs attempted to escape her but she held onto them, feeling them push at her chest. Bucky’s fingers brushed away each tear as it came.

“Its over, you’re safe no. I got you okay?” He kept his voice low as he whispered to her. She was safe. Those words are what let the sobs escape as she fell to the ground, Bucky following her. Y/N pressed her hands into her face while she continued to sob. She felt it all, her father’s death, her brother’s betrayal. She felt all of it. All of the pain she had kept down for all those years rushed to the surface. Bucky sucked in a breath at the site before him. He pulled her into his body, her sobbing quieted as she melted into his chest, her arms holding onto his metal arm like if she let go he would leave.

“I got you. I’m not leaving. I’m not going to let anyone hurt you again.” He squeezed her body while she nodded at his words. “Always protect you.” He pressed his face into her hair, not sure if she could hear him but she squeezed his arm to tell him she had.

Bucky pressed a kiss to the back of her head and that’s where they stayed. They stayed sitting on the cold concrete floor intertwined together for hours or at least that’s what it felt like. Neither wanted to let go. They both sat in each other’s arms, eyes closed, like they were the only people in the world. Until Bucky’s phone rang and they were pulled apart with the reminder that no, they weren’t the only ones, Sam was alive as well and he wanted an update.

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ihaveaspoon · 6 years

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So, I just saw this on Pinterest. I was like “oh, haha funny”. But the I looked closer at Bucky’s uniforms….he based his Infinity War suit on his Howling Commanders one!!!!

#bucy barnes #sebastian stan #chris evans #infinity war #marvel #captain american #steve rodgers x reader #steve rodgers imagine #steve rodgers #bucy barnes imagine #sebastian stan imagine #sebastian stan smut #steve rodgers smut

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queenofslytherin71 · 6 years

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Confession

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Request: I have a Bucky imagine on mind. It would be amazing if you could write it. So the reader and Bucky are partners and the reader has feelings for him. They go on a mission and she almost dies, so she realizes that life is to short to keep her emotions bottled up. So she tells him about her feelings and he warns her that he doesn’t do emotions well, but she still loves him.

Word count: 1180

Warnings: Angst. Mentions of blood and death. Fluff

A/N: This is for @who-cares-rn . Hope this is what you asked for and hope you all enjoy. Feedback is appreciated feel free to tell me where to improve in my writing. Love you. Xxx

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“Retreat back to the jet. The mission is accomplished,” Steve said through the earpiece. Bucky searched the abandoned building for any sign of you.

You whimpered when you firmly grasped the hilt of the knife with both hands. You bit your lip and shut your eyes, pulling the blade out of your right side. You screamed as it made its way out of you. The knife shone crimson with your blood. “Fuck.” You threw the knife into the snow.

“Doll where are you?” Bucky’s voice rang through your earpiece. You clutched your side.

“I’m outside the warehouse,” your voice broke as you tried to bite back the pain. The coldness of the snow seeping through your gear. Seconds later Bucky rushed out of the warehouse, his gun in hand. He fell down on his knees next to you. His eyes widened when he saw the blood gushing from your wound, staining the snow beneath you.

He cursed under his breath. “Steve, Y/N’s hit.”

“Where are you?” Steve asked, worry laced his voice.

“Outside the warehouse,” Bucky said.

“We’re coming.” Bucky took a deep breath, looking down at you.

“Shit Y/N. I’m so sorry I shouldn’t have left you.” He lifted you gently into his lap, caressing your hair. “It’s fine Buck, the mission was successful.” You closed your eyes, focusing on the feeling of his fingers in your hair rather than the searing pain that flared through your side.

“Fuck the mission, you’re hurt,” he clenched his jaw. He reached down and covered your bloody hand with his. You hissed. “We have to keep pressure on the wound.” You nodded, understanding.

This would’ve been a moment of bliss, if you weren’t in unbearable pain and if Bucky knew and reciprocated your feelings. You flinched in his embrace as waves of pain made curl up and bite your lip to silent the screams of agony that threatened to spill from your mouth. You opened your eyes and stared at Bucky’s blue eyes, looking down at you. His chestnut hair falling over his eyes. You thought this was now or never.

“Bucky?”

“Hmm?” He gave you a small smile. “Bucky I wanted to tell you this for a long time. I’ve…” You swallowed the lump in your throat. “Tell me doll,” he encouraged. You took a deep breath. “I love you Bucky.” His mouth fell open slightly as he processed what you told him. “I just wanted to tell you, before it might be too late.” He was silent and you wish you knew what he was thinking.

“Y/N how can you love someone like me?” He turned his gaze away from you. The way he doubts himself made your heart clench. You clutched his hand tightly.

“Bucky I love you, because you’re such a brave, kind and compassionate person. After… everything you’ve been through… You still have a tender heart.” The tears shone in his brilliant blue eyes. He clutched your hand tighter.

“Y/N I love you too, always have, but I’m not good for you. There is no future with me doll.” He looked away from you and sighed. “ I’m a mess. You deserve someone better, someone good enough.” Bucky knew even if he had a chance to make you happy, you lay dying in his arms and he couldn’t do anything to save you. He felt so helpless as his tears fell freely.

“But you are,” you said softly. Your grip on his hand loosened and you closed your eyes. Bucky’s eyes widened. “No, no stay with me Y/N. Come on please. Wake up,” he shook you, but you were limp in his arms. He cupped your cheek and your skin was as cold as snow. He rested his head against yours. “I love you. I love you. I love you.” He muttered as he cried, rocking your body in his embrace.

By the sound of the beeping monitor and the smell of the fresh linen, you knew you were in a hospital room. You opened your eyes, squinting at the harsh light. You opened them fully. You were right, you were in a hospital room. Probably in the med bay in the compound you presumed. A tight bandage was wrapped around your middle and your side hurt when you shifted. You turned seeing dozens of bouquets of colourful flowers on your bedside table. You smiled knowing it was your teams doing. Next to your bedside was an empty chair, but a familiar leather jacket hung over it.

Bucky’s.

He was here.

You remembered what you confessed to Bucky on the mission and you groaned. Maybe you shouldn’t have told him. He clearly stated he wasn’t ready for a relationship. It broke your heart, but you would rather be friends with him than avoid him, because it would be unbearable not to be around him anymore.

The door opened, revealing a tired looking Bucky. His face lit up when he saw that you were awake. He closed the door. “Y/N how’re you feeling?” He asked walking towards you. You smiled. “It hurts, not much though.” He clasped your hand in both of his. “It’s good to hear that you’re feeling better. You scared me out there.” He chuckled nervously.

“Somehow you survived an incredible amount of blood loss, severe tissue damage and you also had signs of hypothermia says Dr. Cho.” You raised your brows.

“Bucky about what I sai…” He already knew what you were going to say. He cut you short.

“Doll when we were out in the field, you told me how you felt and I told you that I couldn’t be with you. It was because I was scared. Scared that I might lose you or that I may hurt you.” His fingers caressed your knuckles and his blue eyes pierced through you.

“I thought you were dead and it felt like it was too late to realize that I want to be with you, but then Dr. Cho said you were gonna be okay and I just knew that at least I have to give us a chance, because I love you.” You smiled at him, tears shining in your eyes. “I love you too Bucky.”

He grinned and came closer, cupping your cheeks lovingly, tracing your bottom lip with his thumb. Your lips brushed and you closed your eyes as his lips captured yours in a tender kiss. His tongue teased the seam of your bottom lip and you allowed him to enter your mouth. Your tongues danced together passionately. Bucky pulled away from you when suddenly there was a knock on the door and it swung open. Tony stepped in along with Natasha, Steve and Sam. They smirked, knowing at your breathless state, what you and Bucky were doing. Bucky pulled away from you. “Are you done chewing each others faces off? Because we would also like to see how Y/N is doing.” Sam said and your cheeks turned pink. Bucky smirked

“At least I have a girl,” he remarked and the team laughed when they saw Sam glare at Bucky.

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sailorkamino · 2 years

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While You Were Sleeping

relationships: alpha!buckynat x enhanced!omega!reader

summary: When you start sleep teleporting into your teammates room's Bucky and Natasha are jealous to say the least. When you finally end up in their bed there's less romance and more head injuries than they imagined.

word count: 2.1k

warnings: abo dynamics, protective/jealous buckynat, nightmares, reader gives herself a concussion, embarrassment, bed sharing, making out, pain medication, reader sleeps with a stuffed animal, platonic!steve x reader, some nsfw thoughts, beefy!nat

translations: zayka- bunny, malyshka- baby, dorogoy- darling

a/n: (me, unable to find an alpha buckynat fic) fine, i'll do it myself

Steve is animatedly talking to a barely awake Sam when the blonde is suddenly spun around by a strong hand on his shoulder. He had just enough time to recgonize the scent of his best friend before he threw a punch. “Buck, you can’t sneak up on me like that,” he groans. He tenses up again when he notices the brunet’s anger.

“Woah, did you fight with Nat this morning or something?” Sam asks, now perked up. Steve sighs loudly at his teammates' lack of filter as Bucky scowls. “No. I was noticing Steve’s scent,” Bucky answers darkly. Sam sniffs the air. “He smells the same to me. Is your super nose picking up something weird?”

Steve shuts his eyes in exasperation. “Sam. Just go get a coffee or something.”

“What? You practically dragged me out of bed at the ass crack of dawn and now-”

He stops abruptly at Bucky icy glare. “You know what, I am getting coffee. It’s too early for your drama,” he decides, exiting the gym with a non committal wave goodbye.

“Didn’t know you and Y/N were so close,” Bucky practically growls. He approaches a punching bag to keep from breaking his best friend’s face. Steve blushes, only adding fuel to his friends' anger. He raises his shirt to nose. “Do I smell like her? I took a shower this morning,” he wonders outloud.

Bucky punches the bag so hard it goes flying from the ceiling, raining sand on the floor. Steve's eyes widen when he realizes Bucky didn’t even use his metal arm to do it. He quickly raises his hands in a surrendering position “Woah, it wasn’t like that! She sleep teleported into my room and I wasn’t gonna kick her out!”

Bucky turns to face him. “Sleep teleported?”

“Yeah, you know, like sleep walking but─"

“I get it Steve!” He snaps, running a hand through his dark locks. “I just don’t understand why she went to your room,” he mumbles, voice now much softer and a little insecure. He thinks of his and Natasha’s attempts to get you closer that he was sure were working. They even googled courting tips for fucksakes. Natasha is much better at flirting but Bucy is a good listener, remembering every little thing about you. If you liked Steve you would tell him… wouldn’t you?

The blonde raises a brow at his friend’s sudden vulnerability. “What do you mean?”

“I mean in this huge tower, with hundreds of places to end up, why did she go to your bed?”

Steve sighs in frustration, realizing the real reason for the brunet’s behavior. Jealousy. “I don’t know, Buck. She was asleep when it happened, it was probably completely random. I’m just glad she didn’t end up in the street or something.”

Bucky freezes at that, all the worst thoughts of where you could have teleported flooding his head. He’s suddenly grateful you wound up in bed with his best friend. How could he have been so selfish? And how can he protect you from your powers? Bondage? No, that’s just kinky. Maybe cyro? No, he won’t let you in one of those freaky test tubes. Too many bad memories.

“Buck? Buck?”

He’s snapped from his thoughts. “Huh?”

“I asked how long you and Nat have been sweet on Y/N?” Steve smirks.

Bucky feels himself blush. “What makes you think we’re sweet on her?”

“Well you tried to kill me a minute ago because you were jealous, did you forget about that?”

Bucky’s jaw ticks. Sometimes he forgets how much of an ass his best friend really is. “I wasn’t gonna kill you.” He shrugs, playing innocent. “I was gonna tell Nat you slept with Y/N and then let her kill you.”

“Steve what?” Natasha’s deep growl has both men freezezing in terror. Steve sends the brunet a pleading look. Bucky reaches out to his mate hesitantly, “now malyshka, it’s not what it sounds like.”

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You’re having a nightmare but the pain is what wakes you up.

You’re on the floor and your head is throbbing and your heart is racing but wait, this isn’t your room? Where are you? Suddenly Natasha is in front of you, gently cupping your wet face. That’s when you realize you are in fact, crying. Well this is embarrassing. A sense of comfort washes over as you recognize the two familiar scents.

“Zayka, where are you hurt?” She asks as Bucky turns on the lamp so they can scan you for injuries. You shut your eyes at the sudden light. “My head.” The alphas share a panicked look. “Friday, health scan,” the redhead demands.

“Ms. Y/N has hit her head on the nightstand and is suffering from a grade one concussion. No emergency healthcare is needed. I suggest pain medication, rest, and icing the area of injury.” The AI answers in a soft volume.

“I’ll get the pills and ice,” Bucky decides, rushing out of the room. Natasha pulls you against her chest, mindful of your head. “It’s alright omega. We’ll take care of you,” she soothes. She suddenly raises from the floor without warning, making you cling to her in surprise, before she deposits you on the bed. She smirks at your dumbstruck expression. Despite the pain you’re in you feel your stomach churn at the show of strength.

“How’s the pain, baby doll?” Bucky croons, approaching the bed with full hands. You sniffle as he hands you some pills to take, washing it down with your favorite juice “Thank you, and not too bad. I’ve survived worse,” you answer, wiping your face. They look at you unconvinced.

The brunet sits on the bed beside you, “it’ll be easier to ice your head if you’re laying down.” Natasha is there to pull back the blankets for you even and tuck you in. Your heart flutters at their sweetness. Bucky gently places the ice pack on your head. You wince at the contact but sigh happily at the numbing effect. “Not too bad my ass,” Natasha scoffs.

You pout, trying to look serious but it’s hard in your current position. “It really isn't though. I’m just embarrassed I concussed myself. Plus I’m not wearing any pants.”

“That’s what you’re worried about? Your pride?” Bucky asks incredulously.

“Yes I am. Frankly, I don't have a lot to lose.”

Natasha shakes her head as she sits on the other side of you. “As much as I love your sense of humor, we were a little too worried about your head injury to notice your underwear.” That’s a lie. They both got a flash of your pastel cotton panties. “I can get you some pants if it would make you more comfortable though.”

You shrug. “No it’s fine, I’ve changed in front of you on missions before. I’m not really body shy.”

They share a heated look. They’re very familiar with your confidence but now is not a good time to tell you that they regularly fantasize about said body. Natasha holds back any sexual comments, remding herself that you’re only in their bed hald dressed because you’re injured.

“Well if it makes you feel any better you have great legs,” Bucky mumbles, eyes widening at his own admission. Natasha is shocked but somewhat proud of her awkward boyfriend. He needs to work on timing but baby steps. You grin teasingly, “really? This coming from Mr. Muder thighs?”

Natasha, who’s now slipped under the covers beside you, lets out a deep chuckle. Bucky’s face burns an adorable shade of red making you smile once again. “Yeah, get in bed, murder thighs,” Nat teases. He scoffs but lays down beside you anyways.

Sandwiched between the two most gorgeous alphas you’ve ever seen you resist the urge to do a little celebratory dance. As much as you don’t want to leave you also feel like you’ve bothered them enough. You sigh before forcing the words out of your mouth.

"I guess I should be going back to my room now.”

They look at you as if you’ve just suggested committing a war crime. “Printsessa, you’re hurt. Don’t you think you should just rest here for tonight?" Natasha coos, gently taking your hand in her’s. The small affection is enough to make you momentarily forget your argument. Then Bucky is shuffling beside you, retrieving something from the floor.

“Plus you can't go anywhere without this little guy, right?”

To your horror, he’s holding your favorite stuffed animal. The one you fell asleep holding. “That’s… not mine,” you lie very convincingly. Nat raises a brow teasingly. “Really? ‘Cause it’s not ours.” You put on a show of fake concern. “Oh no, it’s… a bomb! I’ll defuse it!”

Bucky moves the plushie away from your reach. “If I give it to you, you have to promise not to teleport away.”

“You want me to stay here with a bomb?” You ask, determined to stick to your story.

“Omega, we both know it’s not a bomb,” Nat interjects, cupping your face so you’ll meet her eyes, effectively making your brain short circut. Your face burns under her touch. “I’ll stay,” you softly promise. The alphas smile triumphantly as Bucky hands you the toy.

“We’d never make fun of you, zayka. Everyone has their comforts,” Bucky soothes. “Really?” You ask, looking between them. “Of course. I have a safety blanket that I won’t let anyone use,” he confesses. Natasha hums beside you, "and I do ballet."

“Really? Could you teach me?” You ask, looking up at her with excited eyes. She thinks of the way she was taught and clenches her jaw. No, she’ll make it fun for you. “Whatever you want, pretty girl.” You beam at her sweet words just as a yawn escapes your lips.

Bucky places a large hand on your waist. “I think the pills are making you sleepy, doll. Why don’t you get some rest?”

“Wait, I need to ask you guys something.” You focus on the green dinosaur in your hands but you can feel their gazes burning into you. “I don’t think I can embarrass myself anymore so I’m just gonna come out and say it… do you want to go on a date with me?”

There’s a horrible silence for a moment. Bucky looks at his girlfriend with pure happiness but she’s more hesitant to accept your confession, considering you just suffered from a head injury then took strong pain medication. She sighs deeply. “Zayka, we should talk about this in the morning─”

You barely notice Bucky pressing himself against you, afraid you’re going to leave. You look at Natasha defiantly. “No. I might have a concussion, and be on drugs, and not wearing pants, but I know what I want! So if you’re going to reject me just go ahead and─”

Before he can stop himself, Bucky cups your jaw and turns your face to him, smashing his lips against yours. Nat raises her brow, hardly surprised by her mate’s impulsive behavior. Still she can’t help but groan at the two of you kissing. It’s even hotter than she imagined. When he finally pulls away your chest is heaving and you’re looking up at Bucky with big glassy eyes. You already look so wrecked from just a kiss.

“Did that feel like a rejection to you?” He teases in a gruff voice, bumping his nose against yours. You shake your head breathlessly. “Um, no, but I think I should get Nat’s opinion too.”

The red head smirks, leaning in slowly just to tease you. Just as you begin to pout she surges forwards and takes your bottom lip between her teeth. You gasp at the light sting but she quickly soothes it with firm kisses. Bucky squeezes your waist from behind, gently mouthing your neck. You shiver as she pulls back, blinking slowly. You clear your throat,

“Yeah. That checks out.”

They both grin at your dazed reply. “You’re adorable, pup,” Bucky coos sweetly. Natasha hums in agreement, cupping your cheek. “You should rest now, zayka. We can talk more in the morning.”

“And kiss?” You ask drowsily.

She smiles, gently running her fingers along your jaw. “Of course, omega.”

You clutch your toy in your arms and nuzzle against Natasha’s breasts, pulling Bucky’s arm around your waist. Your bare legs are intertwined underneath the warm blankets. The last thing you say is a soft and sweet, “night alphas,” before drifting off.

Both of their hearts pick up at the title. You had never called them that before. Bucky tucks his head into your neck. He inhales your scent to remind him that this is real and not a dream. The two most amaizng woman he’s ever known in bed with him just seems too good to be true. He feels Natasha moving and look to see her texting with one hand.

“What are you doing?” He whispers against your skin. “Just telling Steve that the three of us will be taking a sick day.” She responds quietly. Bucky smiles at the prospect of a lazy day with his girls. “You think of everything, malyshka.”

“I know.” She brags, placing the phone on the bedside table. “Friday, cancel all alarms and don’t let anyone in unless the world is ending.”

“We should order her some fancy stuff for her nest, you know, like from one of those special omega websites. Oh, and lots of stuffed animals,” Bucky excitedly plans as he looks at your peaceful face. Natasha reaches over you to stroke his arm,

“Relax, dorogoy. We’ll have our whole lives to spoil her.”

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scribeofmorpheus · 5 years

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Sneak Peek: As Fate Would Have It Part 8 (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

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A/N: To anyone still interested in AFWHI here’s a dialogue tease! And... ABOUT DAMN TIME, RIGHT?! But also I got taken away with all the slang I read up on from the 40′s -which will show in the full chapter!

"Nice timing there, darlin'," he complimented. "To think of all the times my previous secretaries caused a scene by actually calling security… And all the tabloid headlines that followed. Where have you been all my life?" he mused.

"Certainly not running in your circles, Sir." You bit back with a little too much attitude. You were about to apologise until you saw how Howard was looking at you: like his next conquest.

"Ah, the Dame's got bite too," he threw a dashing smile your way. Shameless flirt he was.

Now you got to witness first hand why they called him the Moustachioed Casanova, he did have the curse of charisma.

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rebeccccccaaa · 3 years

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ᴍᴇᴇᴛ ᴍᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀʙɪɴ

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ʙᴜᴄᴋʏ ʙᴀʀɴᴇs x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ʀᴇǫᴜᴇsᴛᴇᴅ: (ANON) Would you please do a part 2 of the Wakanda Bucky imagine „down by the lake“ where he has his new arm ? ❤️

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: smut 18+ (rough sex? Idk man lmao)

ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ’s ɴᴏᴛᴇs: idk why but i don’t really like the way i wrote the smut idk but i was taking too long to write so you be the judge ig *sad face and cries* also i know his place in the movie is like a hut but i just made into a small cabin i didn’t think it was a big deal

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“Stop,” you smirked.

“What?” Bucky chuckled.

“You’re staring and it’s distracting.”

Bucky was in the lab with you as you put the finishing touches on his new arm. He had a chip, as freaky as that sounds, placed on the sensory cortex of the brain so that he can register feeling through the vibranium that you and Shuri co-created.

Bucky sat beside you waiting for the initial placement of his arm and just stared at you admiring the way your face scrunched adorably because you were insanely focused. It's been a few weeks since the day you first spent the night in Bucky’s arms; or arm really.

Since then especially he’s been so ridiculously cuddly and touchy. He’s always pulling you close to kiss you or whisper something not so appropriate in your ear that always made you giggle and roll your eyes; but not without turning hot and flushed.

He always looked at you with nothing but pure adoration and desire and it gave you butterflies everytime. His lingering touches on your arm made your skin burst into chills and when you looked away you could still feel his eyes lingering on your figure and that sent shivers down your spine.

“I can’t help it, you’re beautiful,” he said cheekily.

“Get a room, you two. Gross,” Shuri shouted across the room making you and Bucky laugh.

“I think we’re finished,” you smiled.

“Really?” he asked excitedly.

“Shuri, come!”

In no time, you and Shuri successfully attached Bucky’s brand new arm, black vibranium with gold lining; it was very sleek and cool and Bucky looked at it in awe. He moved his fingers around and closed his hands into a fist. He looked at every detail his arm had and he was just in complete shock.

“I can feel the breeze,” he whispered.

You smiled and grabbed his new metal hand and intertwined your fingers with them. His eyes widened and he squeezed your hand harder. His hand was cold against your but Bucky felt the warmth from just the palm of your hand. He couldn’t think about what the rest of your body would feel like.

He hugged you and Shuri tightly before turning to you with a giant smile on his face.

“Meet in the cabin?” he whispered.

“Of course.”

Hours later and you found yourself heading down the hill to the lake where Bucky’s cabin was. The cabin that you two spent so many nights together already; and you wouldn’t want it any other way. He was in the water making small waves with his metal hand and you smiled. You were so proud of him and yourself for this project that’s the start of changing his life for the better.

“I can feel the water,” he said sensing your presence behind him.

“I don’t think I need to ask if you like your new arm,” you giggled as did he.

“Come in, water’s warm.”

“I don’t have a swimsuit.”

“So?” he smirked.

You bit your lip and looked around knowing there wouldn’t anyone near but you still made sure. You took your shirt and pants off leaving you in your bra and panties and quickly ran to the lake before slipping in to let the warm water come to your waist.

You wadded through the water coming up to Bucky who smiled and wrapped his arms around you pressing light kisses to your shoulder. Your hands came up, his arm passed his shoulders to his hair still long and wavy; those strands you loved to pull on when his head was settled between your thighs.

“Thank you, darling,” he whispered into your ear.

“Of course, you deserve it,” you smiled at him.

“I think I have a promise that I need to uphold,” he nibbled on your ear seductively.

“Oh yeah? Care to refresh my mind?” you smirked.

“I’m gonna fucking ruin you so good, baby girl,” he growled before dragging you out of the lake by your hand. You two ran to the cabin giggling, once you stepped inside Bucky’s metal hand wrapped itself around your throat and pulled you close to him.

“I want you on the bed on your knees naked waiting for me. I’ll be right there,” he whispered making you grow wet in anticipation, your stomach fluttering at the tone of his words.

You scurried away to his bedroom getting rid of the wet garments that stuck to your skin uncomfortably. Your body grew cold from being wet but the heat in your belly grew and the cold air around you didn’t matter anymore. You crawled to the center of the large bed and waited patiently for Bucky to walk through the door. You trembled with eagerness, excited and aroused for him to come and completely ruin you.

“Ready, babygirl?”

You nodded shyly.

“Words,” he demanded.

“Yes, sir,” Bucky smirked devilishly at your obedience.

He was already shirtless and stalked towards you, crawling on the bed like an animal. You bit your lip nervously but Bucky pulled it from between your teeth and traced it with his metal thumb. He could feel the ridges of your lip and he could get over it. He knew what they felt like, he touched them a thousand times by now but he seemed hyper aware of everything he touched with his left hand. He hadn’t felt anything in that arm since nineteen forty-five.

He leaned down and kissed you softly, taking you by surprise; you were ready to get railed into the mattress but Bucky was kissing you like a shy teenage boy again.

Needily, you dipped your fingers in the waistband of his wet pants he still had on but Bucky didn’t want you in control. Weeks ago he made a promise and boy was going to keep it. He wrapped his hand around your throat again harder this time and moved you away from him; you stared with wide eyes, your breathing quickened.

“Did I give you permission to touch me?” he whispered.

You shook your head as best you could given his hand around your throat. When you did so he gave that look warning you to use your words.

“No, sir,” you whimpered.

“Good girl,” he moved back looking into your eyes as he took his pants off. You wanted to touch yourself so bad but you didn’t dare without his permission. You felt flustered and hot and the arousal dripping from you wasn’t helping.

“Come here,” Bucky stood at the edge of the bed with his erect cock in hand, slowly pumping it. You excitedly crawled forward replacing his hand with yours. You leaned forward arching your back and wrapped your lips around his cock.

Bucky rubbed your back softly biting his lips as you circled your tongue around his tip. Your hand continued to pump what couldn’t fit in your mouth because lord knows Bucky packs a lot. Tears brimmed your eyes as you suck on his dick.

Bucky tossed your hair and gathered it into his hand into a ponytail. You looked up at him through your lashes and Bucy almost came from the sight alone. Your hand wrapped around the base of his cock and played with his balls before pumping up and down what your mouth couldn’t take.

“Fuck, baby. Sucking my cock like a fucking slut.”

All you could do was simply moan around his cock. You moved your hand faster desperate to make him cum but Bucky pulled you hard by your hair pulling you off his cock.

“I wanna cum inside you babygirl,” he breathed out.

“Turn around,” he said with a stern voice; you giggled and turned around compliantly, subtly wiggling your ass to tease him.

Bucky rubbed his hands on your cheeks softly before bringing a hand up and striking it down to smack your ass hard. You yelped in surprise but the pain turned to pleasure and the tingles made you wetter. You bit your lip and your breathing quickened as you anticipated more spanks.

“You liked that, didn’t you. Such a fucking whore; like getting spanked like a bad girl,” Bucky growled.

“I’m your bad girl,” you smirked.

“Really? Does someone need to be punished?” he smiled playing into your little charade.

“M-hm,” you practically moaned.

Bucky smack your cheek again leaving a bright red mark on your soft skin. He pumped himself a couple times just spreading his pre-cum round his shaft, not that he needed the extra lubrication; you were practically dripping down your thighs, legs damn near shaking with need and desperation.

“Gonna fuck you so good, baby,” he leaned down to whisper.

Your body trembled under him and upon feeling the tip of his cock nudge your entrance you squirmed around desperate for more. He chuckled lowly standing back up before sliding slowly passed your slick folds.

You groaned at the incredible feeling of him completely filling you up. Never in your life have you ever felt so full, so right. His hips started moving faster and your arms gave out as you fell forward. Bucky’s hand rubbed up your back grabbing your hair one again.

He pulled it harshly and brought your body up flush against his. His lips brushed your ear as he spoke smoothly, whispering filthy things in your ear bringing you closer to your release. His metal hand came up to your throat and squeezed ever so slightly. Your eyes rolled back and Bucky chuckled wickedly.

“Fuck, you feel so- ugh! So good,” you wailed.

“You gonna come? I can feel ya clenching around me; feel fucking incredible,” he moaned.

“Yes, please let me come; fuck!”

“Wait for me, baby. Don’t you dare come until I say so.”

Bucky pushed you down once again and his hips snapped into you even harder if that was possible and your entire upper body fell into the sheets. Your moans and whimpers were muffled and you gripped the sheets, your knuckles turning white.

He smacked your ass again rubbing your reddened skin softly. The slight stinging felt so good and you wiggled your hips in hopes he would do it again. When he did so, your body jerked in pleasure moaning loudly. You felt impossibly close to your release and you didn’t know if you’d hold on any longer.

“Bucky!” you whined.

“Please I need to come, fuck! I can’t hold it anymore!”

“Come on; let go, darling. Come all over my cock, make a mess baby,” he grumbled.

His hips stuttered signaling he was quite close to his high as were you. Your moans became high pitched and whiny and with pure adrenaline you lifted your torso up with your arms peeking behind you to find Buck panting hard. His head was thrown back and his eyes were screwed shut. Sweat lined his forehead and chest leaving him with a glowy sheen that made him look ethereal.

You dropped your head down with tightly shut eyes just like Buck’s were and finally you felt that coil in the pit of your stomach snap. You came hard against him rutting your hips back making his cock reach impossibly deep inside you. Your back arched and your toes curled. Bucky grunted loudly above you squeezing the flesh of your cheeks in his hand surely to leave marks and bruises littered for you to marvel tomorrow morning.

Bucky fell forward and littered faint kisses across your back and neck. You panted hard under him and Bucky soon got up to clean you off. Your body felt limp simply laying on the bed and when Bucky returned he chuckled at the state you were in.

“Don’t laugh at me,” you mumbled; the burning sensation between your thighs becoming apparent.

“You ok?” he asked sincerely when you winced trying to move.

“Yeah,” you chuckled, “I think I’m ok.”

“Good, can’t have my best girl falling apart on me now. Not when she just gave the greatest gift of a new arm. Think of all the ways I have yet to do with this arm,” he whispered huskily making you giggle. He pulled close to him after crawling back onto the bed with you.

“I like that,” you smiled.

“The arm?”

“No, well yes of course, I made it,” you chuckled.

“I’m talking about you calling your best girl. Am I really?” you asked shyly.

“Of course you are,” he kissed your forehead.

“You make me the happiest man alive,” he whispered.

“Bucky,” you teared up.

“Get some rest, baby. You’re gonna need it,” he winked at you; you pressed kisses to his neck and jaw closing your eyes tiredly before Bucky turned you and cuddled you close from behind.

“I’m nowhere near done with you,” he gently wrapped his metal hand around your neck; a reminder that he was there behind you and he wasn’t gonna leave you.

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howdoyousleep3 · 4 years

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what do you think about bucky’s reaction when steve shaved his beard? 🤔

UGGGGH I have thought about this so much for so lonnggggggg GAWD OKAY.

First of all, this is 10000000000% what I picture my clean-shaven Daddy!Steve looking like.

Like holy FUCKING shit, y’all. Look at that. JESUS. How could Bucky not have every physical and visceral and emotional reaction to seeing this?? Ugh, fuck me up okay:

Steve would shave his beard if he and Sam made a bet and he lost or if it were to raise money for a cause or something

Sam would be insanely giddy and make fun of Steve forever and claim his crowned jewel is gone and that Bucky won’t find him nearly as attractive as he does and blah blah blah

Seeing Steve for the first time would leave Bucky breathless and frozen and hysterical inside but dumbfounded on the outside

Daddy looks so different, so young and even more chiseled, almost like a fuck boy, someone Bucky would find at a frat party

Bucky also wouldn’t be able to move because if he were to take even one step he would collapse

Because Daddy is so fucking handsome. Don’t get Bucky wrong! Steve is always handsome, the most beautiful person Bucky has ever set eyes one but…

But this is somethin’ else

Steve will be talking and explaining and Bucky just watches him and stares, isn’t listening whatsoever, walks up to Steve (I imagine them in the kitchen) as he trails off and Bucky brings his hands up to cup his jaw

Steve’s smooth jawline is a shock to Bucky’s system, runs his fingertips along the smooth skin there, glances between Daddy’s jaw and his eyes, roving

Bucky is almost afraid to kiss Steve, feels like he is kissing someone else, someone new, but he looks up at Daddy before leaning forward slowly and pressing his lips chastely into Steve’s and–

It’s only natural things escalate quickly from there

There’s no facial hair pressing into Bucky’s cheek or chin, all smooth skin, and it feel incredibly intimate, this skin on skin

Steve holds Bucky close, hands wandering as Bucky’s mouth does, trails to Steve’s jaw, nips and kitten licks at bare skin

“Wanna…wanna feel, ohhh god–”

He can’t even get words out is so overwhelmed but Steve knows, Daddy always knows

“You wanna what, sugar? Wanna feel it some more? Huh? Feels so different, doesn’t it?”

Bucky wants to feel it on his ass, between his cheeks, on his cunt, such dirty and immediate thoughts, all he can do is whine in embarrassment, nuzzle into Daddy’s neck, so soft

Bucky is turned and pushed over the top of the kitchen island in two seconds

Daddy’s hands are quick and efficient as they work Bucky’s pants open and down his legs, pooling around his ankles, a hard nip to an ass cheek when he falls to his knees behind Bucky

“This what you wanted, baby? Huh? Feelin’ a little dirty? Use your words.”

Bucky’s face is flushed, surely his neck is too, curls his fingers into the counter top by his waist, mumbles, “Want…wanna feel how d-different it is when you…when you eatmeout.”

Steve purrs, kisses Bucky’s ass cheek a few times, hot and wet and open-mouthed and noisy, grips both of Bucky’s cheeks in his hands roughly, “Atta boy, so sweet, so curious…”

Steve teases, wouldn’t be an experience with the older man if he didn’t drive Bucky wild or make him cry, runs his lips and his jaw along the skin of Bucy’s ass, lets him feel the difference in Steve’s jaw right away

Bucky is normally loud during sex, pushed to the brink each time, a rambler, a moaner, a squealer

But when Steve finally spreads his cheeks and presses in, swipes his tongue across Bucky’s hole, swirls and lavs and kisses and licks, Bucky can’t even make a single noise

This is so different

It’s so intimate, so close, just like the kiss was, skin on skin

It’s warm and slick and so wet and Bucky can feel so much and he can barely breathe until Steve pulls back and murmurs, “Bucky baby you gotta breathe, come on,” before diving back in

And he’s gasping, moaning, can’t keep his eyes open, so overwhelmed that all he can let out are gargled noises, thighs shaking, Steve having to pull them apart a little, keep Bucky where he wants him

Daddy is so good at this, so good, moves his mouth and his tongue with devastating expertise, like he’s making love to Bucky’s cunt and it’s–

Bucky doesn’t even need any attention paid to his dick, completely forgotten between his legs, and Bucky barely has time to register that he is going to come, a squeal of a shout let out into the counter as he rolls his body a little, shouts and braces himself

And he comes entirely untouched, trembling under Steve’s hands and mouth and grip, fuck it feels so good

“Ohh, Buck, honey look at that. So fuckin’ good for me, came so fast, baby didn’t have enough time to enjoy this. C’mere–let’s go to the bedroom so you can enjoy this some more, huh?”

I HAVE FEELINGS ABOUT THIS LOL. Thank you, Anon!! I may or may not have more clean-shaven Daddy!Steve planned for the future…😘😘😘 ILY.

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