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Off-Limits: Ch. 2
Bucky Barnes x Reader: Mafia AU
Read Ch. 1 here.
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Summary: Bucky Barnes took the one thing he couldn't have: you. The only thing is...you didn't even know he'd done it.
Warnings: profanity, possessive!Bucky, mentions of firearms, MINORS DNI, 18+!!!
Word Count: 1.9k
A/N: Idk what to say about this chapter so on a more personal note...I had a birthday recently and I'm treating myself by writing more smut, getting pampered, and going to bed on time.
            James Bucky Barnes isn’t used to having to ask for what he wants. Negotiating is something he’ll only put a very limited amount of effort into, and when it becomes more trouble than it’s worth, he stops negotiating. That’s why he snapped two nights ago in your father’s home office. Well, he won’t admit it to himself or anyone else, but seeing how pretty you looked on your knees was what really made him snap. The pain of negotiating was just the straw that broke the camel’s back.
            You’re definitely worth negotiating for, more so than anything else he’s ever negotiated for in his lifetime. He gave it a try, but hearing your father once again label you as off-limits would be enough to set anyone off. So, as the man sits quite comfortably in his desk chair, studying his own clean yet metaphorically blood-stained hands, he feels justified in his actions. He fired a couple of rounds, pressed the barrel of his gun to your father’s temple, and took what was his. Well, maybe that’s overstating it a bit.
            If he’d really taken what was his in the way that he wanted to, he wouldn’t be so on edge right now. He wouldn’t have had to fuck his hand both last night and this morning just to get you off of his mind long enough to make it into his office today. He knows he could’ve avoided feeling like this if he’d just told your father that he was taking you that night, that he had no say in the matter whatsoever. But no, after maiming two of your father’s men, Bucky pressed his gun to your father’s head and a pen into his hand and he proposed a deal that would keep you from resenting him for the rest of your life. Your father signed whatever he needed to in order to spare his own life, even at the expense of sending his only child into the arms of the city’s most feared man.
            You’re the last thing Bucky should be focusing on right now. His eyes flit over to the security monitor on his desk, where he sees his expected guests stepping out of a black SUV one by one and coming to stand near the entrance of his currently closed nightclub. It’s going to be another evening of negotiating. Heaving a deep sigh, Bucky shifts his gaze to the bottom right corner of the screen, where he sees his new assistant sitting just outside of his office. His new assistant who, while so attentive and polite at work, looks at him with the vilest disdain every evening when he escorts her out to the car that carries her home. One would think she’d be nothing but grateful for him, having first spared her father’s life and then taken her on as an assistant with no work experience whatsoever. You really should be grateful.
            Unless James Bucky Barnes is so far past pissed that he can barely see straight, it’s hard to tell that he’s feeling anything other than relaxed and calm. For the most part, he’s a very level-headed man. He gives people chances, he understands and accepts small mistakes and mishaps as they occur. Even now, as the three men seated in front of his desk bicker on amongst themselves, taking up entirely too much of his time, Bucky looks almost bored. His gaze routinely darts from the faces of the men in front of him, down to the golden crevices of his vibranium hand as he traces them with his flesh index finger, and then to the watch on his right wrist.
            3:58 pm.
            Two more minutes, he tells himself.
            “This is going to keep happening if we don’t post more men at the docks when a shipment is coming in, and if the men who are supposed to be there keep showing up late.” The first red-faced man snaps, unintentionally hurling a light mist of saliva at the man to his right.
            “That’s not on me, I don’t know why you’re looking at me when you say that. I’m doing the best I can with the numbers I have, we’ve lost a few good men lately and I can’t do anything about that.” The man on the right retorts, crossing his arms over his chest.
            3:59 pm. Bucky’s eyes roam over to the heavy wooden doors that maintain the privacy of his office. He can hear you standing on the other side of it, taking a deep breath and pushing a stray lock of hair behind your ear before wrapping your little hand around the big metal doorknob. God, he can’t help but imagine your little hand wrapping around something else.
            The volume of the argument reaches an all-time high just as you’re tugging the heavy door open. It isn’t surprising that the quiet sound of the door sliding open doesn’t break the men out of their tiff, that only Bucky hears it.
            As soon as you’ve stepped into the office and realize what you’ve walked into, you freeze by the door. Your eyes dance over the backs of the three men who sit in front of the desk, watching as they engage with each other but none of them turn around to take notice of you. The only person who looks at you is Bucky, with his steely blue eyes and focused gaze. He watches intently as your own focus shifts to him. You’re fully expecting him to tell you to leave, that your presence isn’t needed at the moment, not when something so important is obviously going down. But he doesn’t. Bucky only stares at you, waiting to see if you’ll do your job and approach his desk.
            You take small steps toward the desk, toward the angry men that sit between you and your new boss. It isn’t until you’re halfway across the office that the man in the middle hears the sound of your heels clicking against the hardwood floor and he glances over his shoulder at you. The up-and-down look that he gives you sends a nauseating shiver down your spine while simultaneously making Bucky’s trigger finger itch.
            “You let bitches walk in here without knocking?” The middle man asks abruptly, effectively silencing the room with the way he’s just addressed Bucky. As is the norm, not a soul in the room can tell that Bucky’s seething on the inside. He keeps his cool, he remains level-headed as he makes eye contact with the burly man. He offers no words in response, and instead simply chooses to tilt his head slightly to the side as if he’s daring the man to say more. “Run along, little girls shouldn’t be privy to a man’s business. This is no place for you.”
            The man’s dark eyes are on you again, sizing you up as he waits to see how long it’ll take for you to listen to his bold command. Again, you freeze, unsure of whether to obey the piece of shit who’s just spoken or to obey Bucky’s rules. You’re too check in with him in his office every evening at four to see if he needs anything else before you leave for the night. It’s why you’re here now, in your tight black skirt, tights, heels, and black knitted sweater. It’s why you’re frozen in place, searching his eyes for any clue as to what you should be doing. Bucky says nothing, he doesn’t even so much as raise an eyebrow at you. So, you turn to head right back out the door.
            “Sit.” His tone is commanding and authoritative, ten times more so than the flushed, angry man who tried to tell you what to do only a moment ago. When James Bucky Barnes speaks, everyone listens. You turn around slowly, coming to face the desk again, but you don’t take any steps forward to do as you’ve been asked.
            Bucky would like for you to do as you’re told after only being told once. Though, he has to remind himself, you’re new to this. He can give you a little grace. If it takes being told twice for you to listen, he can work with that. But if it takes much more than that? He may have underestimated just how much trouble you’d be for him. As you hold his gaze, he fights the urge to speak again. He told you to sit, you should already be sitting. He narrows his eyes at you in one last effort to get through to you without words. That’s what spurs you into action. He watches as your legs carry you forward slowly. He watches as your eyes coast over the three men, who are staring at you with varied amounts of attraction, annoyance, and shock on their faces. You’re realizing that there isn’t a free chair anywhere in the office. Your first thought is to sit on the corner of Bucky’s mahogany desk, because where the hell else does he want you to sit? You’re making your move to perch there when you meet Bucky’s gaze again.
            The harsh, offended look on his face clears things up for you quickly. He most definitely doesn’t want you sitting on his desk. The way he pushes his chair back a few inches and spreads his legs to make room leaves a mix of anger and excitement swirling around within you. You stand there beside his desk, staring at him with a cold expression of your own. With a little tilt of his head to the side and another narrowed look, you find your legs carrying you forward once more, toward the man you’ve always been inexplicably drawn to.
            “Who is she to you? We’re not going to sit here and talk business in front of one of your little playthings. She has no part in this.” The bold middle man barks out, directing his anger at Bucky now. Bucky’s in his own world for the moment. The soft curve of your ass is pressing against the junction of his hip and his thigh, the sweet scent of your perfume is making his head spin, and the way your cheeks are turning a gentle shade of pink is making him question every illegal thing he’s ever done. It’s as if he has an actual angel in front of him right now. He’s quiet for a bit too long after the man’s harsh question, and you turn your head to look at your boss. You notice the way his normally hardened gaze softens when you make eye contact with him, the way his pupils dilate in the slightest and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes smooth out. You’re lost in him for a moment, lost in the sea of blue that rims his widened pupils, lost in the way your anger seems to be dissipating more and more with every second that you look at him.
            Bucky likes that you hold eye contact with him even as he reaches up to his desk with his right hand, even as he wraps his fingers around the gun that he laid there before the meeting began. Even when he aims the gun between the eyes of the man in the middle chair, you’re still lost in his gaze. It isn’t until he pulls the trigger and ends the man’s life right there that your eyes snap shut and your body tenses up. Instinctively, Bucky’s vibranium hand moves to the small of your back to steady you, to make you feel safer.
            “Does anyone else have anything to say about my wife?”
            That’s the moment you find out that somehow, without your knowledge or agreement, you’re married to James Bucky Barnes.
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"Guess I'm Just Good With Them"
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AU: James "Bucky" Barnes x SingleMom!Reader
SUMMARY: Meeting a random stranger in a Walmart and allowing him to calm your screeching baby is totally fine, right?......Right?
WARNINGS: A lot of fluff, slight insecurities of being a single mother, swearing (Each chapter will have its own individual warnings)
CHAPTERS:
CHP 1
CHP2
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The Ties That Bind Us
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Pairing: Ex-Husband!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader
Word Count: 5.7k
Summary: Even though Bucky is your ex-husband, you still have to see him often because of your shared son. But the heated tension, the spark that is still very much alive after your divorce, finally reaches its peak when you come home from your date.
Warnings: Mentions of divorce, small amount of angst, mutual pining, jealousy, kissing, smut, oral (fem receiving), daddy kink, p in v sex, derogatory names, spitting, happy ending.
Author’s Note: Unbeta’d, warning graphics and dividers by @rookthorne
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“You look so pretty, Mama!” You caught your son’s reflection in the mirror, his bright blue eyes wide and in awe as you finished the final touches up of your makeup. 
You were about to respond, but the words died on your tongue at the sight of Bucky’s large form rounding the corner into the bathroom. He leaned against the doorframe, crossing his arms over one another. “She absolutely does, cupcake.”
The intensity of his stare made you gulp silently, and you diverted your eyes back to your son.   
Bucky had been doing that a lot recently —looking at you differently, more longing in his eyes than usual. 
“Thank you, baby,” you said, ignoring Bucky in favour of showing your appreciation to your son. The knot in your stomach was wound too tight to try and unravel the conflict that ravaged in your mind. “You’re going to be good for your Dad tonight, aren’t you?” 
Your son did his best to try and hide the cheeky smirk on his lips — one that resembled his father a little too much. “Of course Mama, I be a good boy.” 
Unable to help the smile growing on your face, you brought him into your embrace, snuggling him tightly until he let out a loud squeal when you tickled his stomach. “I mean it, trouble. No staying up late and no ice cream before bed.” 
Instantly, his puppy eyes fell to his father, an innocent pout on his lips. “But Dadda—“ 
“Sorry kid,” Bucky held strong. Glancing to you before looking back to his son, “Mama’s rules.” 
“Oh, shucks,” your son sighed as you laughed. 
From the outside looking in, the three of you seemed like a perfect family. Picturesque and ideal — white picket fences enclosing a home that was full of love and laughter, wholesome family dinners and celebrations for each loved one. 
But things were never as simple as you wished. 
The sobering thought made your laughter die in your throat, and you checked the time on your lit up phone screen. It was almost time for your date and you were wary of being late. “Okay, cupcake. I’ve gotta get moving so I can make it on time.” 
“Aw,” your son whined, and you ruffled his hair as you made your way out of the bathroom. The air was knocked out of your lungs as you squeezed by Bucky, the scent of his aftershave he had worn since you first met him filled your nose and overtook your senses. 
You barely suppressed a moan, a sinful combination that your mind begged you to inhale one more time, while another internal voice scolded you. The lingering touch of his fingers ghosting over your waist made it even harder to listen to sense. 
Once you reached the hallway, you shook yourself and grabbed your bag from its hook by the door.  The coat over your arm was warm and comfortable as you slipped it over your shoulders. 
The telltale patter of feet over the hardwood floor bounced towards you, along with another set of heavier ones not too far behind. “Where you going this time, mama?” cupcake asked. 
Smiling, you leaned down and tucked a stray lock of deep brown hair behind his ear. “Just for dinner, baby. I won’t be out long and I promise I’ll be back to make you pancakes in the morning, okay, sweetie?” 
He nodded before stepping closer and tiptoeing up to whisper in your ear. “Make sure he treat you good because you deserve whole world.” 
Tears sprung to your eyes, clinging on to your waterline. You blinked them away quickly before your son could notice. 
Though, Bucky did. 
You kissed his forehead, and leaned back to look into his eyes. “You got it, cupcake.” 
Stepping forward, Bucky spoke up. “Why don’t you say goodbye to Mama and go get a movie set up, huh pal? I’ll be with you soon.” 
Before your son left, he hugged you. “Bye Mama, I loves you.” 
You smiled as he ran off. “I love you too, baby — and remember to be good!”
Only Bucky and you were left by the door, your blanket of comfortability was gone and you felt his eyes that held too many memories burning through you. 
“You really do look beautiful,” he vowed. 
Fuck, you internally cursed.
You tried not to look into his eyes while you fumbled with your dress. “Thank you, Bucky.” You quickly shifted the conversation. “If he doesn’t settle then text me, okay? My phone will be on loud and I’ll answer straight away—“ 
“As much as I— We would like you home, I’m sure we’ll survive without you for a couple of hours,” Bucky said, recovering from his hiccup smoothly. 
Your gazes met — you had always gotten lost in his eyes and even all these years later nothing had changed. 
Snapping out of your reverie, you shook your head and unlocked the door. “I’ll um— I’ll be back later.” 
Before you could leave, Bucky caught your hand. “Have fun, Doll.” 
And with all the strength you had, you delicately took your hand out of his, taking note of the tan line of where his wedding ring used to sit. “Bye, James.” 
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The date went as expected. 
Your company for the night wasn’t a problem at all. In fact, this was the third date you had both been on together. However, the spark you had so badly tried to ignite through bland conversations and one already ringed out similar interest fell short. 
Every date you had been on since your divorce with Bucky seemed to lack a certain something for you. Although in recent light, you had come to terms with the fact you that no one’s eyes had the same shade of blue you were familiar with. Or made your heart jump in your chest from excited nerves years after your first meeting. 
Simply, you hated the fact you compared every single man to Bucky. 
With a sigh, you unlocked your door, careful to make as little noise as possible as you walked into your home. It was quiet, almost silent, apart from those damned footsteps that eased the weight off your chest and yet caused goosebumps to cascade down the bare skin of your arms.  
Bucky rounded the corner from your kitchen to the open plan living room, a glass of whiskey in his hand in the orange hue of the darkness, provided by a single lit lamp. 
“Hey,” he greeted you, the expression on his face imperceptible. “How was your date?” 
You cleared your throat, struggling to keep your composure from the sight of his tight black T-shirt and denim jeans that deliciously hugged his thighs. “Um yeah— it was— it was okay.” 
Bucky raised an eyebrow in skepticism. “Just okay?” He laughed. “Come on, give me more than that.”
You sighed in defeat. “I told him it was best if we didn’t see each other anymore.” 
Unfortunately, there was only so much of a facade you could fake until it became noticeable to your date. It was an amicable decision with no hard feelings. But, it didn’t help to settle the confusing thoughts in your head. 
Bucky took a swig of his drink, placing it on the hallway side table before he began slowly pacing towards you. 
You couldn’t discern the look in his eyes, the way they feasted on your thighs or your waist. Backing up against the door until you physically couldn’t break free from the heat of his gaze, you could only watch as Bucky drew closer, right until you were a breath apart. 
He brought an arm up, over the top of your head to lean against the door. “Any reason why?” he asked, a husk to his tone that granted you no favours. 
A sudden pulse shot through your nerves, the ache between your thighs intense. It took everything in you to not rub them together. He would notice that you were sure of. 
Desperate to escape what was sure to be a dangerous situation, you quickly slid out of his invisible hold and hastily made your way to the kitchen to pour your own drink. Bucky joined you only seconds later. 
“How was cupcake?” you asked instead, attempting to switch the conversation to a safe topic. “I hope he didn’t cause you too much trouble.” 
“He was good as gold,” he instantly replied, staring you down. A beat later, “He whined about the ice cream situation, but I promised I’d take him out for it tomorrow and he was out like a light  — we had fun.” 
You slightly faltered as you poured the whiskey into a second glass. You didn’t miss his small innuendo of spending more time together.  
“Thanks for looking after him tonight. I know it was pretty useless anyway, but—“ 
Bucky trapped you against the counter as he placed his hand over yours, his deep baritone rumbling in your ears. “Don’t thank me for looking after my own son, you know I’d do it all the time if I could.” He took a deep breath. “If you would let me.” 
No. You couldn’t do this. 
You immediately dropped the bottle of whiskey onto the kitchen countertop, ripping yourself away from his touch to walk away. 
Bucky reached out as he followed you. “Babydoll—“ 
“Don’t fucking call me that,” you scolded, fury in your voice. 
Bucky however, wasn’t deterred. “Doll.”
“No—“
“Will you just—“ he caught you with a firm grip and spun you around to face him. “Will you stop running away from me.” 
The two of you were out of breath from sudden adrenaline, harshly breathing into each other's mouths. The look in Bucky’s eyes was wild, untamed — tortured.
“Tell me you’ve never thought about it — us getting back together.” He gripped onto your arms, his eyes flicking between yours. “Tell me I’m delusional and I’ll walk out that door right now and we’ll never speak of this again.” 
The ache in his voice broke your heart as much as the day you signed the divorce papers. 
“Bucky—“ 
“Please.” He cupped your face with his hands, glancing between your eyes and your lips while his thumb slowly rubbed over them. “I’m a desperate man, baby. I’m desperate for you.” 
You gulped, emotion bubbling over into your voice. “We broke up, Bucky. We’re divorced.” 
He laughed wetly, but there was no humour in his tone. “And that means we can’t try again?” 
The reasons for your separation seemed to blur under his stare. All the ways you weren’t good for each other leaving your mind and only making room for the good. 
“Where the hell is this coming from, Bucky?” You deflected once again. 
Your hands shook as he leaned his forehead against yours. “I can’t stand the thought of seeing you go out with another man again,” he whispered, painfully. “It’s killing me, Babydoll. It should be me.” 
Tears rushed over your cheeks, you were too overwhelmed to hold them back any longer. You sniffled as you glanced down the hall where you son currently lied fast asleep and obvlious. “I can’t hurt our son, Bucky — I can’t.” 
He smiled sadly at you, the crinkle in his eyes ever present but they only made you swoon for him even more. “There’s a reason all those dates don’t ever work out.” 
You couldn’t hear it, couldn’t take what he was trying to say. “Stop it.” 
“I know you’ve been holding back as much as I have.” 
He was pushing you, like he always did and as much as you wanted to curse him, it was working. “Please don’t make me—“
The point of no return came in the form of your most hidden secret spilling from Bucky’s lips. “You still love me, Babydoll.”
Ice ran through your veins, hearing those words out loud that you hadn’t dared let yourself believe. Your mouth gaped open, unable to find the words to deny his accusations until your tether broke. 
“Fine! I’m ruined for anyone else!” you shouted, frustrated and scared — a wild animal trapped in a corner. “You’ve ruined me — is that what you want to hear?”
His plump lips, soft and pink curled up. “It’s exactly what I want to hear.” 
Leaping forward, Bucky crashed his lips against yours. 
He was feverish as you both collided into each other. His hands, unrelenting yet gentle mapped out each and every slope of your body as you stood in the living room, feeling each other for the first time in years. 
“Fuck,” he groaned between kisses. “Fuck, I’ve missed you, baby.” 
Your head spun, dizzy with want. You hadn’t been touched in so long by anyone, never mind your ex-husband and your heart pounded erratically with nerves, excitement and longing. 
Slipping his tongue into your mouth, Bucky kissed you like he was starved, as though you were his only salvation. He ran his fingers through your hair, tugging it harshly to pull you closer to him even though there was no longer any distance between the two of you. 
“You’ve got no idea how bad I need you,” he whined into your mouth. “Need to fuckin’— I just need you.” 
Without you realising, Bucky had pushed you up against the nearest wall and even through denim jeans you could feel the hard shape of his cock while he unabashedly grinded against you. 
You broke for air, gasping as oxygen rushed to your lungs. “You have me, Bucky.” He trailed sloppy kisses down your neck as you panted, desperate to stain your skin with any trace of him. “You can have anything you want.” 
He growled, a sound that caused a gush of wetness to soak your panties. “That’s a dangerous thing to say to me, sweetheart.” 
Ripping away from you, he grabbed your hand and dragged you towards the laundry room on the other side of your house. You struggled to keep up with his fast strides in your heels, but you just about managed as he shoved you through the door and locked it behind him. 
His back was turned to you for a while and you stood nervously fidgeting, waiting for him to face you. His back rose and fell with breathless heaves, as though he was holding back — a feral beast ready to pounce. 
“Babydoll,” he said suddenly, rough and graveled. “I need to know you want this before I fuck the shit out of you.” 
Holy fuck, the mouth on this man. Your mouth grew dry while you struggled to think clearly in his aura. “I— I do—“ you stuttered, lamely.
He slowly turned around, a wolfish gleam in his eyes with adrenaline surging through his veins. He was tense as he took a deep breath. “Say it like you mean it.” 
When you stayed quiet, too hazy to speak, Bucky stalked towards you, lifting your chin up to look him directly in his eyes. “Say. It.”
Closing your eyes, you cleared your mind and swallowed before whispering, “I want you to fuck me until I can’t remember my name, Bucky.” 
He smirked, the kind you knew all too well — deadly. “Atta’ girl.” 
You sqeauled as he suddenly hiked you up into his arms, hands under your thighs so he could place you on top of the washing machine. Laundry detergents and other products you didn’t care to take note of fell from the shelves around you as he pounced on you once again, devouring you whole with his sinful lips. 
“Do you know how much I’ve had to restrain myself, Doll — Mm?” he pressed, covering every inch of bare skin you had to offer with his kisses. “How fuckin’ hard it’s been to not drag you back in the house and take you right then while you get dressed up for someone else?” 
You did. Because you understood more than anyone the pain of having to force yourself away from Bucky when all you had ever wanted was him. 
He unbuckled his belt, the telltale sound of the leather snapping against his hands and the jingle of metal sent bolts of electricity straight to your cunt.  
Your mind couldn’t keep up, your vision blurry with the sudden turn of events. All you knew was that you needed Bucky. 
“Hurry, baby. Please,” you whined. 
Bucky groaned with delight, his eyes rolling to the back of his head while he bit his swollen bottom lip. “Oh, how I’ve missed you begging for me, pretty mama.” 
Rushing to take off his belt, he slid the material through the loops of his jeans and threw it on the floor, not long after hurrying to unzip his fly and shuffle his pants down along with his underwear.
The tip of his cock peaked out of his black briefs and instantly you let out a high pitched moan, even shocking Bucky enough to look back up at you drooling over him. 
“Oh, sweetheart,” he cooed, slightly condescending. “Don’t you worry, Daddy’s gonna take care of you.” 
Bucky revealed the entirety of his cock, the length just as long as you remembered and the girth as thick as you had imagined in your nights alone with your toys that couldn’t compare. 
The slight curve that you could feel the ghost of pleasure from to this day caused you to bite your lip and squirm in your place. 
Without waiting for Bucky, you began shifting the bottom of your dress up your thighs, too impatient to wait for him to undress you. It gave you immense satisfaction when he followed the material, slowly revealing more of your skin. His mouth gaped open while he fell to his knees, the thud that sounded surely must have hurt, but there was no other expression on his face than greed. 
You stopped your dress just before Bucky could peak at your red panties and you almost laughed when his head shot up, aghast that you had interrupted the show. 
The power you held, you smirked. “You want more, Daddy?” 
Bucky dropped his head onto your thighs, his breath travelling up to your covered mound — your eyes fluttered, though you kept your breathing steady to not seem so desperate. 
Stroking your fingers through his fluffy hair, you murmured low, “Does it hurt to know my pussy is right here and you can’t have it?” 
You felt his muscles quickly lock up, his head snapping up to you with a speed that was frightening and exhilarating all at once. The blue of his irises darkened, dilating as he chuckled, “You’re very much mistaken, sweetheart. Because this pussy right here,” he shoved your dress up, spread your legs and breathed into you. “She’s mine, baby girl. And you’ve kept her from me long enough.” 
A chilled blast of air hit you as Bucky tore your panties from your waist and held them up. “You wore these slutty panties for that fucker, huh?” 
You gasped in shock when he brought them to his nose and inhaled the gusset deeply. He grunted as he closed his eyes in bliss. “Cos’ I’m pretty sure I’m the one who’s got you this soaked.” 
Your keens amused him greatly. “Bucky—“ 
“That’s right, mama,” he laughed with pride. “My name sounds so damn heavenly coming from your lips.” 
Bucky pocketed your underwear, not caring to be discreet and his thumbs came up to your cunt to spread you open to his eager eyes. “My god, baby,” he gasped in awe. Your hole clenched at the vulgar display. “You’re just as tight as the last time I had you.” 
He tested a finger over your folds, running it through the embarrassing amount of slick that coated you. 
“No one,” you breathed, shaking your head while willing your scrambled thoughts to formulate into words. “There’s been— there hasn’t—“ 
Bucky looked up at you from his knelt position, a small slither of vulnerability shining through his lust-hooded eyes. “Just me?” 
You gulped and nodded, staring into his wide blues with honesty. “Just you.”
A moment passed between you. The charged air filtered down to that spark that had always been buried through the heartbreak you both endured in your divorce. 
Bucky swallowed before placing a single kiss to the inside of your knee. “Then let me make up for that.” 
You leaned your head back against the shelf behind you as his lips traveled up the meat of your thighs, yelping each time he gently bit you. 
He murmured obscenities you could barely respond to as he edged closer to your pussy. You offered yourself freely, on a platter, as your legs opened even wider for him — the only man who ever truly owned you. 
His lips whispered over your mound, a hint for what was about to come. “I’ve been waiting to taste you again for years.” 
You moaned aloud, unhinged and unapologetic while Bucky licked a fat stripe up your cunt. Your nerves were alight with pure fire and you instantly grabbed onto the back of his head to push him further into you. 
You didn’t care if the action was needy — one single touch of him and you were a goner once again. 
He feasted on you, not coming up for air as he switched between sucking your clit and slurping your juices. “Oh my god— Bucky, baby you gotta— holy fuck.” Your eyes rolled to the back of your head.
Bucky wrapped his thick arms around your thighs and dragged you closer to him — all too happy to suffocate between your legs. “Sweet as a fuckin’ apple pie,” he murmured into you, the vibrations only deepening your pleasure. 
Looking down at him, his eyes were homed in on you, watching your every expression. They were blown out, wild while strands of his hair stuck out in every direction. 
Pulling away slightly, his heavy pants blew over your throbbing clit. “Daddy makin’ you feel good, Babydoll?” 
You hardly had time to reply as he immediately shoved his tongue into your clenching hole and fucked you with it. 
“Bucky!” you screamed to the ceiling. However, a harsh slap delivered to your thigh snapped you back to sense. 
“You know that’s not what you call me,” he barked. 
Whining, you corrected yourself. “Daddy, please!” 
You felt his smirk plastered over your pussy as he hummed into you, “There’s my good girl.” 
Your legs began to shake as you felt your climax creep to the surface and Bucky only doubled down with his sinful tongue that you somehow had forgotten he was way too talented with. 
“I’m close,” you whispered as your vision began to blur. “So close — please, please don’t stop.” 
Bucky continued his ministrations while your pussy fluttered around his tongue. Your release was within reaching distance and you gripped the washing machine, ready to let go until suddenly his presence was gone. 
You almost fell forward before you caught yourself with your remaining strength. The pent up tension that was wound in your stomach hadn’t loosened and it took you a second to realise you hadn’t cum. 
“W—what?” you mumbled shakily as you blinked your eyes open. Bucky stood there, his cock pulsing and viciously purple, with a smirk on his face, wiping his slick covered mouth with his arm. It disorientated you. 
“I haven’t—“ you swallowed the dryness of your mouth. “You didn’t make me—“ 
Bucky’s cock bobbed as he closed the distance between you, dizzying you even further with a passionate kiss. “No I didn’t, baby.” 
You whimpered in despair, the ache worsening. “But Daddy—“
“Nu-uh,” he breathed while lining his cock against your hole. “You’re only gonna fuckin’ cum when I say you can.”
Recklessly, Bucky pushed his full length into your pussy. You clung to his shoulders, your nails digging into him as the sheer size of his thick cock winded you enough to wail out. 
“Shit,” he cursed, a strain in his voice as he firmly gripped your hips. “Fuckin’ hell— Babydoll, how the fuck are you still so tight.” 
Impatiently, you fidgeted. Whether it was to escape how full he made you or try and force him deeper into your cunt you weren’t sure. All of it was too overwhelming to process.
“I can’t,” you shook your head, tears building over your glassy eyes. “You’re too big— Bucky, I can’t—“ 
“Yes you can,” he declared with conviction while he lifted your gaze to him. “You can take it, sweetheart.” 
Slowly, Bucky began to ease out of your cunt. His cock was coated with your wetness and he moaned deeply at the sight. He grinded back into you, his curved tip hitting every sensitive spot. 
“There we go,” he brushed your hair back and kissed your forehead, praising you. “Taking my cock so good, Babydoll. Just like always.” 
His touch was familiar, yet new — all consuming and claiming — and you melted into him, smothering his neck with a litany of kisses as he continued to gently thrust his cock into you. 
“M—Missed you,” you confessed, drunk from lust and emotion. “Missed you so much, Bucky.” 
The motion of his hips sped up as he began pounding into you with more force. “Yeah? You missed being a sweet little wife for me?” He taunted with an evil grin. “You loved being Daddy’s little slut, didn’t you?” 
“Mhm— Always your slut, Daddy!” You sobbed into his skin. 
His pace turned unrelenting, fierce after too much lost time. He fucked you as though he would be left out to dry after he was done. 
Grabbing your cheeks, he leaned his forehead against yours. “You’re mine, Babydoll,” he grunted. “Don’t care who’s fuckin’ taking you on dates. You belong to me.” 
Nodding your head, you fell mute, mouth gaped wide as you felt the knot begin to build up in your stomach once more. 
Bucky looked down to watch his dick glisten with your slick. The obscene sounds created from the amount of your juices leaking out only caused his cock to throb. Your cunt squelched with each thrust he made. But it wasn’t enough for him. 
Gathering saliva in his mouth, Bucky spat to where the two of you connected, groaning as it clung to your pussy and stringed out with his motions. 
Your squeals of pleasure began to get louder as the coil tightened, “I’m gonna—“ 
Before you could rush the words out, Bucky pleaded, “Tell me you love me.” 
Your eyes snapped up to his, more alert now. He didn’t falter, only fucked you with more abandon. 
“Tell me you love me,” he repeated once more, a demand this time.
“Bucky, I—“ 
“I know you do, Doll.” His hips started to twitch, his telltale sign that he was also close to cumming. However, you had an inclination that he wouldn’t let himself go until you gave him what you wanted. “I know you remember how good it used to be. Let me come home and I’ll fuck you this good whenever you want.” 
You gurgled around his fingers as he suddenly shoved them into your mouth, collecting the drool gathered on your tongue to bring them down to your clit. He didn’t ease them against you, instead rubbing tight circles rapidly, bringing you closer to the edge faster. 
It was impossible to escape his dark eyes or the fierce hold of his hand at the back of your neck. “Feels so fucking good, Daddy!” you blurted.
“I know, mama,” he assured as he drove his cock into you even harder. “Your cunt feels like heaven.” 
“I wanna cum,” you cried. “I need to cum.” 
“You know what you’ve gotta do then, don’t you, Babydoll?” 
You squeezed your eyes closed. The pleasure started to blend into a mix of pain and you were only slightly ashamed that it only turned you on more. “I—“ 
“Come on, baby. Give me what I want.” A few more punishing thrusts and you were treading the line of your impending orgasm. Your thighs shook violently and beads of sweat dripped down your chest. But when Bucky grounded out his next words, you fell apart. “Be a good wife for Daddy and tell me the truth.” 
You couldn’t hold back any longer, the balance of your orgasm tipping over along with the truth you tried to withhold. “I love you, Bucky!” 
Instantly, you felt the pulse of Bucky’s cock, a warm shoot of his load filling your cunt while you silently screamed and shook with the intensity of your climax. 
Everything fell deaf to your ears as you fought to catch your breath, slumping against Bucky. His heavy breaths blew your stray hairs sticking out from the sweat gathered on your head while his hips continued to slowly pump into you from the aftershocks of his own orgasm. 
You were brought back to the present with the gentle touch of his lips pressing against your cheeks, kissing your skin delicately. “Hey there, Babydoll.” 
While you would have normally been nervous, the energy that he had drained you of allowed your inhibitions and walls to crumble, leaving you to smile drunkenly at him. “Hi,” you whispered. 
Bucky checked you over, darting his eyes over your face. “You feeling okay?” 
“Mhm,” you mumbled, bringing your thumb up to swipe over his stubble you had always been fond of. “Freshly fucked and never better.” 
The corner of his lips curved up, a small mirth of laughter escaping him. He licked his lips and you detected a hint of nerves that crossed over his features. “I um— I’m sorry if I—“ 
You placed your pointer finger over his lips, shushing him. “You didn’t go too rough.” Slowly, you brought your finger down, hooking it into the collar of his shirt. “I enjoyed myself.” 
“Good.” He brought one of your hands up to his mouth to kiss the palm of your hand. “Good.” 
The two of you barely noticed his length still deep in you. All that you cared for was the weight suddenly released from your chest. 
“Did you mean it?” Bucky asked, cutting through the peaceful silence. He was defenseless, all guards down with a shimmer of hope twinkling in his ocean eyes. 
You knew exactly what he was referring to and you inhaled deeply before you replied, “I did.” 
He swallowed thickly, his emotion clear though his bright eyes. “I love you too — so fuckin’ much.” He nuzzled into your neck as your hand held him close to you. “I’ve missed you.” 
A lump gathered in your throat once more. Breathing in Bucky’s scent freely, without guilt this time, you sunk into his embrace even further. 
“Can I come home?” he whispered into your skin, a desperate plea. “I’ll do whatever you want — I’ll go to counseling with you, we can take things slow. I just need you back, Babydoll.” 
The answer was simple. You knew in your heart there was no one else for you, no one better. No matter your differences, everything would always lead back to Bucky and you were willing to give the two of you a second chance. 
“Okay,” you answered softly. 
His head shot up, eyes wide and red from the tears you felt gathering on your neck. “Okay?” he repeated hopefully. 
You smiled, kissing him gently on the lips before you muttered, “Come back home, baby.”
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The pan sizzled on the stove as you cooked the last pancake, a stack already piled high on the counter next to you for breakfast. 
Music played softly on the radio and you swayed your hips side to side, covered by a long T-shirt, while you hummed to yourself. 
You were interrupted from your task when a pair of thick arms wrapped around your middle, hugging you from behind tightly. “Yknow, I could have had my breakfast in bed,” Bucky grumbled into your ear, his deep morning voice causing your eyes to slightly flutter. 
You huffed a laugh before you mumbled, “I bet you could, greedy.” 
The bristles of his trimmed beard tickled your skin as he playfully nibbled your neck. “Can’t exactly blame a man when his woman tastes so sweet, Babydoll.” 
Your head started to feel heavy as you gave into his kisses, leaning back into his hold and opening yourself up for him. 
“There’s a good girl,” Bucky praised you. “You just let Daddy—“
Peaking an eye open, you watched as his hand crept forward, about to pinch a pancake from the pile. He yelped as you swatted his hand away, a pout on his lips while you grinned. 
“Nice try, Daddy,” you teased, smugly. 
Before Bucky could retort back, a sluggish set of small footsteps sounded over the floorboards and you whipped around to find your son, still sleepy, making his way to the dining table. 
“Morning, cupcake!” you greeted him cheerfully. 
With difficulty, he climbed his way onto one of the chairs, huffing with the effort and sinking down once comfortable. He looked towards you, blinking the sleep from his eyes. “Mornin’, mama—“ 
Frowning, your son looked towards Bucky, finally noticing him too. “Dadda?” he asked, confused. 
“Hey, pal.” Bucky treaded, carefully. 
Your son’s gaze fell to the lack of distance between you and Bucky, his hand still lingering on your waist. Keeping your composure, you waited nervously for his reaction. 
“He treat you good, mama?” he asked all so innocently with a hint of fierceness in his bright blue eyes. 
You watched with bated breath as Bucky stepped towards him, leaning over the table with his palm up to your son. “I’m gonna take good care of mama, “ he promised with sincerity. 
Your son deliberated for a moment before nodding his head and reached out to hold his Dad’s hand. “Okay, can I have pancakes now?” 
You sighed a breath of relief. “Of course, baby.” 
It was silent for a moment, in your small kitchen while you plated up breakfast for your family. Bucky and you shared an intimate smile until your son spoke up once again. “Just don’t forget about the ice cream you promised me.” 
Laughter filled the entirety of the kitchen, a home once again bathed in love — your perfect little family. 
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Slip and Fall for You
Avengers Bucky
Summary:��You slip and fall in your shower, injuring your back. No one but Bucky is at the compound to help you. Bucky gives you some pain medication for your back (consensual and totally legit/fine), but you take a few of them because you say they aren't working. You end up feeling a little too good when the pills kick in, but being the gentleman Bucky is, he takes care of you in a wholesome way to keep you safe. Confessions are made and you make Bucky blush.
Content warning: Language, suggestive/implied sexual behaviour, nakedness (but it's ok because Bucky is a gentleman and helps you), you make Bucky *ahem* - excited, adults sharing a bed/room (again, consensual), pain pills are taken (but nothing like an overdose or anything like that).
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"Ok listen up Y/n and Bucky. FRIDAY is getting an upgrade to her system today and into tomorrow, so you'll be without her. Think you can handle that while we're away?" Tony asked and you glared at him. 
"Tony, we'll be fine. It's just the two of us here, nothing is going to happen. You have extra security in place around the compound and we can live without asking her a million questions for one night" you re-assured him, and Bucky nodded.
The team was heading for a conference in Washington, but you and Bucky were the ones staying behind. Someone had to keep an eye on things while FRIDAY was out of commission. Tony was working on another security upgrade to the AI, and this was a large one that would take 24hours to do. He started it earlier in the day and there was only another 16 hours to go. Once it was done, he would be notified, and FRIDAY would be up and running. Seemed simple enough. All you had to do was live without FRIDAY for 24hours. 
You were perfectly capable of that.
"You good Bucky?" you asked, and he smiled and nodded. 
"If you need anything Buck, there's your phone, or you could ask me, I don't mind" you smiled, and he nodded. 
He was terrified of asking you things since he had a small crush on you. Ever since you helped him on one of his very first missions, he fell for you. You were kind and patient when he was suiting up. You showed him how to work the comms and never left his side. 
Ever since then, he'd been gathering up the courage to ask you out for a coffee but that was five months ago. You were so nice to him, welcoming, funny, smart, and he thought you were beautiful. He felt like such a loser, unable to ask a girl out, something he used to be good at, so he kept back and observed, listening in to your conversations and admiring you from afar.
"Ok, we'll be leaving shortly. If you need anything, wait" Tony sassed leaving the kitchen. 
"Have fun!" you called, and he waved over his shoulder. 
You saw the jet leave and flopped down on the couch. 
"So, what do you have planned Bucky?" you asked while Bucky sat down on the chair opposite of you. 
"Not much. Going to work out for a bit then supper and I think I'll finish reading my book"
 "Sounds like a good night. Want a workout partner?" you asked, and he nodded smiling brightly at you.
After your workout, you left Bucky in the gym and walked back to your room, eager to shower and change out of your sweaty clothes. You and Bucky were going to make some pasta, salad, and garlic break for supper, one of his favourites after you got yourself cleaned up. 
You stepped in the shower and proceeded to wash of the grime from the day when you turned funny, slid a little, but your balance was off, causing you to slip and fall hard into your bathtub. You landed heavy on your left shoulder and heard it pop while you screamed out in pain. You dislocated your shoulder. 
Not only that, but you also seemed to have pulled a muscle in your back, making it extremely hard for you to move without blinding pain coursing through you. The water was still running as you looked around for some kind of a support to get you up and vertical, but you didn't find anything. 
"Fuck" you cursed looking around. 
Of course, FRIDAY has to be out of commission.
Meanwhile, Bucky was in the gym, cooling down from his treadmill workout, thinking about you. He lightly smiled to himself knowing you were the only ones at the compound since Tony sent everyone else home. 
With the new security upgrades and protocols being installed, many computer systems were offline while they re-booted and did their thing so having people around was a waste. Bucky was thinking this could be the perfect time to ask you for a coffee since no one would be around.
He turned the treadmill off, grabbed his water bottle, and headed to his bedroom to change and help you with supper. His bedroom was across the hall from yours, so he was hoping to see you on your way to the kitchen when he heard a muffled cry. 
It sounded like it was coming from your room. Sometimes you played music loudly or put the TV on when you were getting ready, so he shook his head thinking he was hearing things and went for his shower.
You were still lying in the bathtub, the water still beating down on you. You managed to sit yourself up, but it was proving to be difficult. Every so often you would call out, but Bucky didn't hear you. 
Super soldier hearing my ass. 
You were almost within reach of the shower knob so you leaned a little farther to try to see if you could shut it off when a sharp pain tore through your back as you ended up shutting the water off before you fell back. 
"Thank god that's off" you mumbled to yourself. 
Tears were in your eyes from the pain you were in. You called out once more, thinking that if Bucky didn't hear you, you would just force yourself to get up, push through the pain, then you could call him from your phone for assistance which was on your bed.
Bucky got out of his shower and was changing when he thought he heard his name. He got up and looked around, but there was nothing. Shrugging it off, he opened his door and went in search to find you. As soon as he closed his door, that's when he heard you. 
"Y/n?"
"In here, help!" you yelled. 
He immediately went into action and grabbed the knife he keeps in his pants as he busted your door down and went into your room, ready to fight off whoever was there.
"Bucky, I fell and hurt myself!" you yelled, waiting for a response. 
Great, if he comes in, you're buck ass nude as the day you were born. What in fresh hell would you use to cover yourself with as you looked around, panic setting in. 
Cursing your choice of sheer shower curtain and towel that hung on the back of the door which may as well have been all the way in Sam's room at the end of the hall. You gave up your modesty as you called his name once more. 
Screw it, it's me. Not that the man hasn't seen a naked lady before you thought to yourself. 
You scowled at the thought.
Wait, why am I scowling at that?
Bucky didn't see you, but he saw the bathroom light was on and the door was ajar. 
"Doll?" 
"Bucky! Oh my god, in here" you called from the tub, and Bucky cautiously peered in the room, opening the door a little wider. 
"Oh my god! Are you ok?" he shouted making his way over to you.
You were lying down in the bathtub, naked and wet, trying to cover yourself as best as you could in front of your friend. 
"I fell, dislocated my shoulder and pulled a muscle in my back" you said while Bucky was assessing you. 
He was keeping his eyes on yours, but it was hard for him to not look at your body, naked and wet laying in front of him. 
"My towel is on the door" you squeaked out as he got up and grabbed it, handing it to you. 
You placed it on your body but was having a hard time getting up when he leaned in, carefully picked you up and placed you down, covering you with the towel. 
"There" 
He delicately wiped water from your body. 
Heat rose in your cheeks from his contact.
You took a step, but there was pain that shot up your back. 
"Owe owe owe!"
Bucky grabbed you under your good arm and held onto you. 
You firmly grasped the towel to cover you a little better. 
"I have to get my shoulder fixed" you mumbled
Tears were stinging your eyes from the pain. 
"There's no one here from medical. Tony sent them all home because of FRIDAY" 
"God damn it" you mumbled. 
"I can help" he said, and you looked at him funny. 
"I can reset your shoulder. That's all they do is pop it back in and put it in a sling. I've done it to myself a few times and to a few soldiers back in the day" he proudly said. 
You eyed him suspiciously. 
"Really?" you asked, and he nodded. 
"Here, let me" as he took your arm and held your shoulder. He moved it delicately around, then he smiled. 
"I'll count to three and pop it in. Ready?" he asked, and you nodded.
"Ok. One, two, POP!" as he jerked your arm into your shoulder socket. 
"OOWWWEEE!! What the fuck Bucky? What happened to three?" you shrieked as your arm was still being held by him. 
He giggled.
 "What? I wanted to surprise you. It's back in. We'll go to the medical bay and get you a sling" he shrugged his shoulders like it was nothing. 
"On the count of three my ass" you mumbled as you stiffly walked around your room, grabbing a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt. 
Bucky turned around so you could change giving you some privacy. You shook your head at his politeness since he saw all of you in your naked glory a few minutes ago, but you shrugged your shoulders. He really was a gentleman as you blushed at his back. You were having a hard time getting your hair up since your shoulder was killing you, so Bucky stepped in. 
"Let me" 
He grabbed some of your hair and put it up in a ponytail. 
His fingers brushed your scalp as you slowly closed your eyes as his hands ran through your hair. 
"There. It's not as good as when you do it, but it'll do" 
"Thanks" you said, gingerly making your way to the medical bay in search of a sling.
It took a little longer to walk there, but Bucky wasn't complaining. You were leaning into him as he had his arm around your waist. He loved being close to you, even if you were injured. You walked into the lab and Bucky sat you on one of the examining tables and told you to sit while he found what he needed.
"Here" he said putting  your arm in a sling. 
You can get it looked at tomorrow afternoon when everyone returns, but for now, this will do"
Made sense. 
You all had basic medical training every few months and Bucky was one of the best.
"Do you have anything for your back pain?" he asked as you thought about it. 
You didn't injure yourself a lot, so this was all new to you. 
"Not really. I know they keep the basic pain meds in that cabinet." 
Bucky walked over and opened the door, looking through the contents. He rifled through the bottles and found what he was looking for. 
"Here, take some of these. They're a little stronger than regular pain meds but not too strong that you need a prescription" he said as you looked at the bottle. 
"Why do these have such stupid names where you can't even pronounce them" you grumbled, shoving a few pills in your pocket. 
Bucky shrugged his shoulders and helped you down from the table as you made your way back to the kitchen and living room.
You hobbled your way to the kitchen with Bucky at your side. 
"What do you think you're doing?" he asked, and you scoffed at him. 
"I'm perfectly capable of...OUCH!" you doubled over as a spasm worked its way through your back. 
Bucky shook his head. In one swift move he scooped you up in his strong arms and brought you to the couch. 
"Stay here" as he set you down. 
You huffed and he chuckled. 
"You just sit there while I make us some dinner" 
"Yes sir" you quietly said making Bucky smirk then his face turned red as he blushed.
"Thank you for supper"
"No problem" 
You winced slightly from the pain. 
"Did you take any of those pills?" he asked. 
You shook your head no.
 "I was going to wait and take them before bed. Don't feel like taking any now" you shrugged your good shoulder. 
"You could take one now to help with you pain, then another at bed" he suggested. 
"Yeah, that makes sense" as you took out a pill from your pocket and downed it with your water. 
"I'll be right back. Just going to grab my book then I'll be here if you need me" he said, and you blushed. 
Bucky was being really sweet. 
You smiled as he left the kitchen.
After an hour of sitting on the couch, you weren't feeling the pill kick in and you were starting to feel uncomfortable. No amount of Bucky taking care of you seemed to help with the strains and pains of your back and shoulder. You were grimacing a little, trying to find a comfortable spot, but were failing. 
"You, ok over there?" Bucky asked from his spot across from you. 
He's been watching you fidget and fuss for a while now. He wanted to desperately hold you close to him, but he felt like he'd hurt you more, so he kept a distance from you. 
Plus, he was a stammering mess if you touched him, so he didn't want to feel more embarrassed since he saw you naked earlier.
"Just uncomfortable. That pill did nothing" you huffed out. 
Bucky got you another glass of water and you took out another pill from your pocket and downed it. 
"Careful" he said watching you slam the glass back down. 
"I'm fine Bucky." you re-assured him, and he shrugged his shoulders, going back to his book but not getting any reading done since he was watching you.
Another hour later and he noticed you were staring straight at the tv, but you had a blank expression on your face, almost zoned out. 
"Y/n?" he asked, and you sat there not moving. 
"You, ok?" 
You looked over at him and giggled. 
"HHHHHEEEYYYYYYYYYYY Buck" 
You waved over at him, suddenly amazed you had a hand and that it was attached to you. 
"Oh shit" he mumbled watching you.
 "Feeling any better?" he asked putting his book down. 
"I feel fantastic! Thanks for askin' handsome!" you winked at him. 
He had to stifle a laugh with a cough, but a small blush formed on his face. You normally were shy and quiet and weren't at all flirty, so this was new.
"Why are you way over there?" you pouted. 
"I thought you could use some space while you rested" 
"Pfft, I can't touch you from way over here silly" you insisted as Bucky's face was now a new shade of red no one has ever seen before. 
You moved around to make room so Bucky could sit next to you as you waved him over. He got up from his chair and cautiously made his way over to you, then sat down next to you. 
"Better?" he asked. 
"It'll do...for now..." you giggled then gave him an intense stare down, undressing him with your eyes. 
"Shit" he whispered to himself as you turned back to the TV.
You were watching some sort of documentary on the TV but weren't really paying any attention to it. The host was talking on and on while you zoned out and let out a giggle every so often. Bucky thought it was adorable you were flying high. 
He was glad he was there to keep an eye on you. He let his arm relax around you, and you snuggled right into his warmth but what startled him was when you absent mindedly started moving your good hand up and down his thigh while you watched the TV. 
He had a hard time focusing while your hand ever so gently moved up, then down on his thigh, feeling the soft fabric of his worn-out grey sweatpants on your palm. His thick thighs and soft fabric were making you excited. 
The rubbing affect combined with the pressure from your hand, your smell, the vision of your naked body, and your closeness was having an affect on Bucky as he tried hiding the ever-growing tightness in his pants.
"Doll, what are you doing?" he asked, and you giggled. 
"Nothing..." you innocently said and smiled. 
After a few more minutes, Bucky had to slightly adjust himself and move his legs away from you. Just as he'd imagined they'd be, your hands were magic on him. You moved your hand back to your lap and let out a huff. 
"You good?" 
You turned to him and smirked. 
"You saw me naked Bucky!" you giggled and held your finger to your mouth in a shushing motion. 
"Don't tell anyone" you said looking around. 
"I won't Y/n, I promise" Bucky said patting your arm. You froze slightly then looked at Bucky in horror. 
"YOU SAW ME NAKED!" you loudly whispered then covered your mouth with your hand, realizing what you had said as Bucky was trying to hold in a smile. 
"Yes, I did..." he answered. 
"Did you like it?" you asked as your face turned serious. 
"Umm..." he said looking around trying to find anything else to talk about other than your wet naked body. 
"YOU DID! I KNEW IT!" you shouted as Bucky clamped a hand over your mouth. 
"Shhh Y/n" Bucky whispered.
 "There's no one else here Buck-a-rooooo!" you called as Bucky grimaced at the nickname.
You shot up from the couch and was looking down at him. 
"What are you doing?" he asked getting up to steady you. 
"Let's go swimming! To the pool!" you shouted as you moved from the living room down the hall towards the pool. 
You started fighting with your clothes but was having a hard time getting your shirt off because of the sling. Bucky took off after you and managed to stop you from stripping and getting tangled in your sling. 
"Doll, we can't go swimming now. It's late" Bucky said pulling your pants back up as he walked you back to the kitchen. 
"But I wanna swim" you pouted. 
"Another time" he said pouring you a glass of water. 
"Drink this"  
You took the glass and gulped it down, slamming the empty cup on the counter. 
"Good girl" 
Your eyes darkened. 
"You like that? You like it when I follow your orders, Sarge?" you teased, and Bucky visibly gulped. 
Whatever these pain pills did, they have not only managed to stop your pain, but turn you into a horny hot mess. You're usually reserved and a little shy, so Bucky was having a hard time with this new side of you.
You wandered around, swaying lightly as your feet took you throughout the room, settling on the couch once more. Bucky was relieved you didn't take off down the hall like a spooked chihuahua, so he'd have to chase you again without FRIDAY helping him find you. 
He cautiously sat down beside you and waited for you to say something. Your eyes were glazing over while you looked around, giggling every so often. You leaned over and started patting Bucky on the head, then face, then you ran your hand through his hair like he was the softest thing in the world. You didn't notice him close his eyes and lean into your touch. You stopped abruptly and Bucky let out a soft whimper at the loss of your touch.
 "Hey Bucky?" 
"Yes?" 
"Do you think I'm pretty?" as you laid down with your head in his lap looking up at him. 
"Um...Uh..." he stammered looking all around and blushing like a fool. 
"That's ok, you don't have to answer"
"No, that's not it at all. I think you're funny, smart, and very beautiful" Bucky mumbled, and you smiled a little. 
You closed your eyes, and he ran his hand through your hair. 
"You think I'm beautiful" you giggled, and Bucky smiled at you.
Bucky noticed you were drifting off. He got up from the couch and you stirred a little. He helped you up and guided you towards to the dorms. He walked you to your door but cringed when he saw the busted lock and hinges from when he barged in earlier. "You really did a number on my door" you said, as you swayed a little. You turned to Bucky and put your good hand on his flesh bicep and squeezed him. 
"So strong. My hero." you giggled, and Bucky blushed. 
"Let's get you to bed then. Just stay with me tonight" 
"Pfft that was easy" you snorted out as Bucky gave you a look. 
"I've been wanting you to say that to me for a while" you casually mentioned as Bucky choked on his spit a little. 
He had no idea you felt that way about him. 
Bucky let out a breath while he opened the door and you breezed by him.
You jumped on his bed and flopped down while his bedding enveloped you in. 
"Comfy" you mumbled as he walked in after you.
You snuggled into his bed and then immediately passed out. 
"Holy shit" 
Bucky breathed out as he watched you sleep. He moved you so you would be comfier and not as in pain when the pills wore off. He propped a pillow under your arm and pulled the blanket close to your neck, leaned down, and kissed your forehead. You stirred a little but smiled and went right back to sleep. 
This wasn't how the first time he wanted you in his bed would be, but he'll take what he can get. 
Bucky got into the bed next to you and fell asleep almost immediately.
You woke up the next morning in a lot of pain. 
Where am I? 
You wiped the sleep from your eye but winced as you tried moving your left hand, but it was trapped. You became more awake and looked around, taking in the room you slept in. 
This isn't my room? 
You started getting flashbacks of the night before, the fall, dislocated shoulder, and Bucky helping you. 
BUCKY SAW ME NAKED. 
You winced as you tried sitting up but stopped struggling when a pain shot through your back. 
"Dammit" you grumbled. 
You looked over and noticed Bucky was wide awake, watching you. 
"Umm...hi..." 
You stopped fussing. 
"Morning" he smirked at you. 
"Why am I here?" you asked, and Bucky chuckled. 
"I kind of broke your door down" he admitted, and you looked at him funny. 
"Oh"
 "What happened last night?" 
Bucky sat up and looked over at you. 
"Well, you slipped and fell in your shower. You dislocated your shoulder, and I think you pulled a muscle in your back. I helped you" he quietly said. 
"Oh. Thank you, Bucky" you said and smiled at him. 
He nodded. 
"I guess I should get up" you announced as you started moving a little but were struggling.
 "Just lay down for a little longer, I don't mind" Bucky smiled, and you blushed. 
He wanted you in his bed for as long as possible. You nodded and snuggled under the blankets while fidgeting with your fingers. 
"You, ok?" he asked and you winced slightly. 
"I can't help but feel I said or did something last night" you groaned, and Bucky smiled. 
"Well..." 
"Oh my god, what did I do?" you shrieked, feeling mortified. 
"You took some pain pills for your back and were a little loopy. You were pretty out of it though" he said, and you winced.
 "Sorry" 
"It's ok." he shrugged and turned on his back.
 His heart was pounding. He wanted to ask you out for a coffee last night, but you would never remember in the state you were in. He wanted to do it while your head was clear. He was thinking of doing it now, but he kept stalling. 
"Bucky?" you asked as maneuvering over a little so you could face him. 
"Thank you for looking after me" you quietly said. 
You saw him smile to himself.
As you were lying there, visions of you rubbing his thigh, patting his head, and sassing him flashed through your brain.
 "I have to go" you suddenly said as you tried getting up. 
You flailed around like a flopping fish but ended up falling out of his bed with a thud to the floor. 
"Owe, god damn it" you mumbled. 
Bucky jumped out and was at your side in record time. 
"What are you doing?" he asked propping you up on the floor but held your good hand in his, rubbing the back of it. 
"I-I remember what I did to you. I-I'm so sorry I touched you and for the things I said, I-I don't know what came over me" you blushed. 
Your face was now burning brightly. 
Bucky chuckled. 
"Don't worry about it" he said, and you shook your head. 
"No Bucky, I feel bad..." he cut you off by leaning into you and kissing you softly. 
You both separated and you looked at him and he smiled. 
"I've been meaning to do that for a long time. Would you go out with me? For a coffee? As in a date? With me?" he hesitantly asked. 
You sat there still processing the kiss you just got. 
"Umm..." you looked around then smiled. 
Bucky was nervously waiting for an answer as you smiled brightly at him. 
"Of course, I will. I've wanted you to notice me for a while now" you admitted as you looked down at the floor you were sitting on. 
Bucky's face lit up as he pulled you close to him and hugged you tightly. 
"Ouch" you squeaked out. 
"Sorry. I'm just excited. And I have definitely noticed you" he said, making you giggle.
You sat there staring at each other and smiling. 
"Come on, we need to get you breakfast then your shoulder properly looked at" 
He picked you up and placed you down on his bed. 
"Then can we go on that date?" you asked, and Bucky smiled. 
"Of course," he said as he leaned down and gave you another kiss.
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Against the Rules
Bucky Barnes x Female Reader One-Shot: SMUT
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Summary: Bucky's trying to fuck you senseless so you'll have to sleep over. Isn't that how a friends with benefits situation is supposed to work?
Warnings: profanity, overstimulation, praise, mentions of oral sex (female and male receiving), unprotected sex, dirty talking, somewhat possessive!Bucky, MINORS DNI, 18+!!!
Word Count: 2k
A/N: I've been unreasonably horny bc I haven't had time to spend with the man I'm obsessed with this past week, so I channeled that energy into writing this shit today
Your body can’t take anymore. You’re sure that at any given moment, the last shred of physical strength that you’ve been using just to keep your legs underneath you will unravel and you’ll go crashing to the surface of the bed. You’ve been going at this for too hard, and for too long.
Bucky knows you’re struggling to keep up. He can feel the way your entire body trembles as he fucks his cock into you relentlessly, as he whispers soft praises in your ear to keep you motivated. Every time he bottoms out inside you he fears your knees might give way and you’ll tell him it’s too much, that this is the last time. Truthfully, Bucky doesn’t know why he’s still fucking the shit out of your tight little cunt when he’s already coaxed three orgasms out of you tonight, when he’s already finished inside of two condoms himself. It’s as if he’s stuck in an infinite loop, continuously thrusting into you and tugging your hips back to meet his every single time. He can’t fucking stop.
As the head of Bucky’s cock brushes against your cervix, eliciting a mix of pain and pleasure that only a well-endowed man can draw out of you, you let out a loud moan and tighten your grip on his bedsheets. Your head drops down until your forehead is pressing into the soft fabric of his pillowcase.
“That’s it, you’re taking me so fucking well.” Bucky groans out. Instead of speeding up as you’d expect, Bucky slows down and deepens his thrusts even more. Every slow drag of his cock leaving your pussy makes you subconsciously clench down, your body fighting to keep him buried inside you. “Look at that, baby.” He coos softly, leaning over you until his chest is draped over your back and his lips are grazing the shell of your ear once again. “You’re so tired, so fucked out, but your body just wants more.”
The moan you let out into his pillow is pornographic and embarrassingly needy as you arch your back and shuffle your knees to spread outward a little more. He’s right. Bucky’s always right. You want more.
He’s always taken his duty as your fuck buddy seriously. He always shows up at your door when you call, always lets you in when you find yourself at his door. He lets you vent about your day while he undoes his belt. He gives you advice about upcoming missions while he watches your clothes pile up on the floor beside his bed. He gives you the most godly form of pleasure and relief solely with his body, leaving you satisfied every time. It started out as an occasional activity, only occurring when you had a particularly bad week. After two months, it’s become an addiction. If you aren’t calling him nearly every night of the week, he’s calling you. If you can’t find the time to meet up and get each other off, he finds a way to get you alone during the work week at SHIELD headquarters. Honestly, you’re surprised you haven’t been caught on some kind of surveillance yet. It was just yesterday that he led you into an empty meeting room and laid you on the mahogany table. He spent ten minutes eating you out like your taste was the only thing he’d been able to think about all day.
“Bucky…” His name falls from your lips as you lift your head from the pillow. You watch as his headboard shifts back and forth in front of your face, hitting the wall over and over again with every snap of his hips.
“I know.” He whispers, pressing a kiss against your shoulder as he lessens the intensity of his thrusts. He feels fear coursing through him. Fear that you’ve had enough, that you’ll gather your things and head back to your apartment. It’s why he’s fucking you so damn hard tonight. He secretly hopes that you’ll be too sore to get up and get dressed, too sore to even think about getting out of his bed and leaving him tonight. He wants to fuck you so hard that you have to stay. “I know, baby. I just need one more from you.” He rasps against your skin. He straightens up behind you once more, continuing to fuck you while his hands grip your hips and his eyes take in your arched back and reddened ass. Just one more, he thinks.
“Bucky, you didn’t put another condom on.” His rhythm falters, slowing to a stop while his dick remains sheathed inside you. Fuck. He didn’t put a condom on after the last time he finished. How the hell did he forget? He’s never fucked anyone without one. It’s as if it didn’t even cross his mind when he took the last one off twenty minutes ago.
“Shit.” He groans, screwing his eyes shut and turning his face up to the ceiling. He needs to pull out and put one on if he’s going to finish this. Bucky starts slowly dragging his cock out of you, letting you feel every inch of him against your walls as he goes. “You were just letting me fuck you raw?” A loud moan escapes your lips and you drop your face into his pillow again. He freezes with only the head of his cock still inside you. “Did you…did you want me to fuck you raw?”
“Bucky—“
“You did, didn’t you?”
You don’t answer. Instead, you keep your face tucked into his pillow and your back arched as he holds the head of his cock still just barely inside of you. He gives you another second, another chance to answer. He has little control over his own movements when his right hand tangles in the hair at the back of your head and he tugs you upward until you’re only on your knees, with you back flush against his chest.
         “What would you do if I kept fucking you like this? Without anything between us?” He asks lowly, letting his hips move forward only centimeters at a time. This time you moan his name softly, letting your head fall back on his shoulder. “That’s right, you wouldn’t do a damn thing.”
         “This is a bad idea.” You point out as he lets half of his length sink into you.
         “Then why are you letting me do it?” He questions, pulling his hips back and then thrusting them forward again. He goes a little past halfway this time, making you whimper. “Why are you letting me fuck you raw? Do you want me to cum inside you?”
         Bucky picks up the pace, fucking you a little faster and a little deeper, utilizing the majority of his length as his hand falls away from your hair. You end up with one of his hands between your legs, applying just the right amount of pressure to your clit, and his other hand alternating between fondling each of your breasts. When you moan out his name but don’t offer a response to his last query, he heaves a deep sigh before falling back to sit on his legs, pulling you back with him so you end up sitting down right on his throbbing cock. The scream that leaves your parted lips and rings out in the air draws a smirk to Bucky’s face. He knows he’s big, it’s why you’ve only ever been able to ride him after he’s spent time working you up to it. He probably should’ve given you a warning this time, been a bit more gentle, but it’s your fault really. You should’ve answered.
         “Fine.” Bucky sighs again, loosening his hold on your hips and giving you an opportunity to get off of his dick. You don’t move a muscle, but he can feel your pussy tightening around his shaft, he can feel your wetness dripping onto his balls as you remain still. “Get off of me and I’ll put a condom on.”
         Again, you don’t move. You stay seated on his cock, trying to catch your breath and adjust to his size. You know you should get off like he said, and let him put on some protection before you both make a risky mistake. So, after another second, that’s what you do. You start lifting yourself off of him slowly, letting his length retreat from your entrance inch by inch. When you get to that familiar point where all you feel inside of you is the head of his cock, you have one dangerous little thought. What if you do let him cum inside you?
         Bucky witnesses your hesitation and he’s silently praying that this is the moment your legs finally give out, that you’ll fall right back down on his cock and he won’t have a chance to put a condom on. It’s what he wants to happen, but he can’t seem too eager. Not when you’re just his fuck buddy.
         “Are you gonna get off, sweetheart?” Bucky asks, his voice low and smooth in your ears as he starts running his palms along the sides of your thighs.
         “Yeah.” You whisper in response.
         When you sit back down on Bucky’s lap, taking the entirety of his length in one go, you catch him by surprise. You feel his cock twitch inside of you and his fingers dig into the sides of your waist as he strains to hold his load.
         “Fuck.” He groans, trying his best to compose himself as you start sliding up and down on his shaft. “I thought you were getting off.”
         “I am.”
         The moment turns into a filthy rendition of doggystyle, with Bucky fucking you as you’re face-down ass-up and his headboard scuffing up his bedroom wall. When his neighbor bangs on the wall, signaling that you’re both being too loud, Bucky only fucks you harder. He angles his thrusts just right, hitting that spot inside of you that only he can reach.
         “Shit, I’m gonna cum.” Bucky pants the words out between thrusts, letting his head fall back as he continues to rail you into the mattress. You’re at the point where you can’t even feel the rest of your body, the only thing you can feel is the way Bucky’s cock fits so perfectly inside you. You focus on it, the repetitive thrusts and outward drags of his length against your walls, the filthy melody of wet sounds and skin-slapping that fills the room and penetrates the walls all around, surely driving Bucky’s neighbors mad. “Fuck, baby.”
         You feel every single drop of warmth in your lower stomach as Bucky loses control and cums inside of you. You feel every twitch of his cock as your pussy clenches around him and begs for more. You feel used, in the best way. Your fourth orgasm washes over you like a raging tidal wave, sweeping your knees out from under you and forcing you to collapse onto Bucky’s bed. He stops pulling out so far and starts grinding into you as he praises you through your high, peppering kisses and gentle bites along the side of your neck and your right shoulder.
         “You’re sleeping here tonight.” He whispers against your skin, still softly rutting into you.
         “That’s against our rules.” You remind him. Your voice is raspy from all of the moaning and screaming that’s taken place tonight and he loves it. It reminds him of the time you let him fuck your throat and you had a raspy voice for an entire day afterward. Everyone else thought you were catching a cold. Only Bucky knew that you’d been on your knees, swallowing his cock like such a good girl the night before.
         “Cumming inside you was against the rules too.” He counters, pulling out almost completely before giving you one more hard thrust. “So…you’re going to sleep in my bed, full of my cum…” He gives you another hard thrust, making sure his load is thoroughly fucked into you. “And you’re going to fucking like it.”
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Sebastian Stan at the FRESH screening at Vidiots.
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I got the honor last week of photographing the amazing @imsebastianstan and honestly… he was so kind, and funny, and absolutely willing to just be a great sport for our shots. Thank you to @vidiots for the opportunity and for hosting FRESH, and they have posted even more photos from the event on their page - please go leave them some love.
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Fuck fuck FUUUUUUCK
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Claimed
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x female reader (Mob/Mafia AU)-Bookshop setting
Word Count: 3,513
Summary: Bucky has had his eyes on you for a long time and when he finally makes a move to claim you he's delighted at how easily you fall into his waiting arms.
Author's Note: Seb's new looks have just been so yummy, especially him in a bow tie. I LOVE! The look in the pic below is the end result of the story🫠It isn't really focused too much on his mob status but it's there and I couldn't resist a little bookshop AU in there too! Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by the lovely @firefly-graphics thank you Daisy! 🥰
Warnings: flirting, tension, Bucky is pretty forward/dom and doesn't mince words- he goes for what he wants-light d-irty talk, fing-er-ing, o-ral (f rec), but he's sweet too :)
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Your steps are slow and easy as you stroll through the aisle, perusing the titles and letting your fingers delicately slide across the bindings.
When you find one of interest you pull it from the shelf and before you read even one word you press the aged pages to your nose and inhale deeply.
The sound of a light chuckle pulls you from your aromatic reverie and you look up with a start, catching a man watching you with a lopsided smirk.
He nods a hello before disappearing down the next aisle. You stare at the space he just vacated and feel your skin heat.
Was he really that handsome or are you still recovering from the exquisite smell of the pages of the book? Only one way to find out.
With quiet movements you slip past the end of the fiction section and turn the corner, peeking around the next bookshelf. All you see is a young woman searching through the books.
Denying your disappointment you continue down the aisle but slow when you feel the weight of eyes at your back. Instead of turning around and looking too obvious you quickly glance over your shoulder and see the mystery man once again watching you.
He looks even more handsome than he did two minutes ago.
You almost walk into the woman who’s browsing and give her a startled apology before rushing off to hide in the rare book section.
Letting out a rush of breath you clutch a book to your chest and refocus on your surroundings.
“This is my favorite section.”
You spin on a gasp and blink.
“Excuse me?” you say quietly.
“This section,” he says again, “it’s my favorite. I love old books.”
“Oh,” you answer, backing away as he steps closer.
He stops advancing and looks at the shelf, studying the bindings until he finds one that interests him.
“Mine too,” you concede softly. “And they smell amazing.”
“As good as the books in the fiction section?” he asks, eyes dancing with amusement.
You let out a light huff of laughter, feeling warm embarrassment creep over your skin.
“Better,” you finally answer.
“I’d have to agree with you there,” he says before lifting the book he holds to his face and inhaling.
You can’t stop your small intake of air as you watch him savor the smell of the pages.
“So, do you come here often?” he asks, casting his gaze down to the words.
You let his question hang in the air as you take a moment to really look him over. His soft sweater does nothing to hide his broad shoulders and powerful build and his dark hair and beard frame a beautifully sculpted jaw.
Then he lifts his eyes, directing his steady gaze on you, and your breath catches in your throat.
“Um…I do. It’s my favorite book store. I can’t afford any of these books,” you say as you motion to the titles nearby, “but no one seems to mind that I come and spend the afternoon reading them.”
“I don’t see why anyone would,” he replies.
He places the book back on the shelf and slides his hands into his pants pockets, attempting another step closer.
This time you don’t move away and he smiles.
“I have quite the collection myself,” he informs you. “You should come see it.”
“Are you a collector?” you ask.
“Something like that doll.”
You school your features at the sound of the endearment falling from his perfect lips and smile.
He extends his hand.
“James Barnes. But you can call me Bucky.”
“Hi Bucky.”
You give him your name and he takes your hand in his, bringing it to his mouth and lightly brushing his lips across your knuckles before kissing them.
As you stare at him through your lashes his lips linger and he seems unwilling to let go of your hand.
“I mean it you know. You’re welcome to come see my collection…anytime.”
He slowly releases your hand with a wink then turns on his heel toward the doorway.
“But…,” you start, not even sure why you’re calling after him to ask your next question, “how will I find you?”
He turns to face you, his eyes set with determination, and says, “don’t worry doll face. We’ll be seeing each other again very soon.”
With those parting words he vanishes into the maze of books, leaving you caught between feeling frazzled and turned on.
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After several days of warm sunshine it finally ends in a wash of chilly rain and wind. But you’re warm and cozy in the back of the bookshop, curled up on one of the old leather chairs by the window, reading by the soft light of an antique tiffany lamp.
You’re so engrossed in your book that it takes you several minutes to recognize the familiar feeling of his stare and when you look up you find Bucky leaning against a nearby bookshelf, his arms crossed, watching you.
He looks just as good as he did the last time you saw him and you realize you’re staring back.
“Hey,” you whisper, clearing your throat.
“You must really be enjoying that book,” he says, a smirk pulling at his lips.
“I am. Have you read it?”
“Not this one,” he says as he steps closer and reads the title.
His nearness draws all of your attention from the book and for the first time you take notice of the small patches of gray hair that line his beard.
“It’s worth a read,” you tell him when your eyes meet his again.
“I’ll definitely check it out doll. I’m currently reading the first edition of ‘The Canterbury Tales’ by Geo…”
“Geoffery Chaucer,” you finish in a rushed breath. “Oh my god. You have a first edition!?”
Your eyes go wide with shock as you silently contemplate how much money that must have cost him.
“But…but…”
“I told you doll face, the old and rare books are my favorite.”
“I haven’t read that one yet but it’s on my list.”
“Well you’re welcome to my copy when I’m done,” he says, smiling widely when your mouth opens in shock. “But I have to warn you that when it comes to such treasures I’m a slow reader. There are some things I like to take my time with.”
As the last sentence leaves his mouth he unabashedly lets his eyes sweep over you. When your head dips to your book under his obvious perusal he presses his fingers under your chin to lift your gaze.
“Can I get you a coffee?”
“A coffee?” you repeat, all rational thought leaving your brain at the feel of his touch.
“They just put a fresh pot on up front.”
“Oh, right. That would be great thank you, let me just get my wallet.”
“No doll. I’ll pay.”
“Well, I don’t mind at all…”
“And I do,” he says definitively. “I offered and I’ll pay.”
“Thanks,” you whisper.
When he returns with two steaming cups of coffee you sigh in contentment.
“Are you always this much of a gentleman to the women you meet in bookshops?”
You ask the question with a playful smile but when his expression doesn’t match yours you instantly regret opening your mouth, your smile wavering.
“Despite my offering, I’m having a very difficult time remembering to be a gentleman around you doll.”
“Well maybe I shouldn’t be accepting this coffee then.”
Even though your voice is little more than a whisper you make no move to give him back the drink and instead you lean in closer.
“Maybe you shouldn’t,” he murmurs.
Your breathing accelerates before you take a slow sip of the coffee.
“And maybe I like the coffee too much to give it back.”
“I just warned you that I’m having a difficult time being a gentleman. Are you provoking me doll?”
Your tongue darts out to trace the outline of your lips, the taste of coffee still lingering. “Is that what I’m doing?”
His eyes track the movement and he rubs the pad of his thumb across your bottom lip, looking pleased when you inhale sharply but don’t pull away.
“Let me be clear here doll, since it seems like you enjoy playing this little game with me. I want you underneath me in my bed. I want to be buried so deep inside you that you’ll feel me for days. And I want to mark you so every other man who walks this Earth knows you’re mine.”
Your eyes widen with every word he utters and you feel goosebumps crawl over your skin when he tilts his head and moves closer until his warm breath fans your cheek.
“I just want to be up-front with you. Enjoy the coffee.”
He forces himself away, removing his hand and stepping back. And once again leaves with nothing more that the sound of his retreating footsteps.
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Life keeps you busy for the next two days but Bucky’s words are ever present, practically burned into your skin. So when you step back into the bookshop on Saturday evening you take solace in the familiar smells and sounds.
You wave hello to the barista and cashier, noticing their slight mischievous smiles as you pass by. You’re about to ask them what’s going on but then you see him and you know. Even among the shelves of beautiful books and warm lighting he stands out, his eyes boring into you.
The way he stands exudes a quiet confidence and a slow roll of heat eases it’s way through you when his unwavering stare moves over every inch of you.
Lifting your chin you hold his gaze and take your time getting your own eyeful. His button-down shirt is fitted just right with the top buttons open to reveal a gold chain and his long legs are clad in dark jeans.
He looks dangerous and sexy. And pissed.
You move toward him undeterred until you’re close enough to feel the heat radiating off him.
“Are you here to give me more warnings?” you ask.
He keeps his gaze locked on you and licks his lips.
“No. I think I was perfectly clear the first-time doll.”
“Is something bothering you, Bucky?”
“Where have you been?”
You would laugh at his nonresponse if your irritation weren’t growing hotter by the second.
“I’ve been busy. You know…work, errands…life.”
“I’ve missed you.”
You’re taken aback by his blunt and unexpected answer and can’t find the words to respond.
“I was afraid you didn’t want to see me again after what I said.”
You think back on his words for only the millionth time since he said them. An involuntary shiver runs down your spine at the memory.
“Did you get me a coffee today?”
His eyes light up in victory before he reaches behind him and hands you a cup, the drink prepared just how you like it.
For the next couple of hours the two of you browse the bookshop, spending the majority of your time in the rare section pouring over the titles in excitement and awe. You ask about his work and how he gathered his collection of rare books. He’s vague but polite with his answers, focusing most of his attention on you.
While you do most of the talking Bucky listens contentedly and intently, his constant regard slowly building and burning a hole through your enthused focus.
After a bit, it’s difficult to concentrate on anything else but him and you start to become more aware of how your body shifts closer to his, shoulders pressed together, heads close and your hand reaching out to graze his bicep.
Finally, the bookshop employees begin to let customers know they are going to close. You reluctantly put your current read back on the shelf and turn to Bucky.
“Guess it’s time to go,” you say quietly.
“I’ll drive you home doll.”
“No, no. That’s ok. I can take the train.”
“I insist,” he answers, stepping into your space and crowding you against the shelf.
“Ok,” you breathe out. “Thanks.”
His eyes drop to your lips and his hands hover at your waist, his fingertips just brushing the fabric of your shirt when the barista comes by and ushers you out.
With a release of breath you skirt past Bucky and grab your bag, heading for the exit.
Wordlessly, he holds the door of his car open for you, allowing you minimal space to edge by him into the passenger seat.
He breaks the silence with the same question floating around in your own head.
“Am I taking to you home or are you coming to my place to see my collection of books.”
“It’s late but…”
“But?”
“I would love to see them.”
“But you’re still thinking about what I said the other day, aren’t you?”
“Maybe.”
When you don’t say anything more or give him your address he drives in the opposite direction of your apartment. You contemplate your sanity the whole ride there but you’re too far gone to even want to tell him to turn around and bring you home.
His brownstone is gorgeous. Everything from the ornate edifice of the building to the classic tile in foyer exudes luxury and when you step inside the actual space you have to cover your mouth to stop any sound from escaping.
“I’m glad you like it doll,” he says from behind you, his chest brushing your back.
His lips meet the shell of your ear in a whisper. “I can give you a tour if you like or I can give you what you really want first.”
You turn to face him, his gravelly tone bringing several other things into focus. His cheeks are lightly flushed and his breathing has roughened. You sway closer and he runs his finger along your arm.
“The books…?” you question weakly.
“They’re not going anywhere,” he assures you as his fingertips trace your jaw.
“You don’t even have my phone number,” you continue. “We haven’t even been on a date yet!”
He starts to walk, pushing you slowly backward until you enter another room. Without taking his eyes off you he flicks a switch on the wall and the space is bathed in a soft glow, illuminating the ceiling high shelves of dark wood that line every wall. Every space is filled with books.
Your eyes wander for mere seconds before he grabs your chin and directs your gaze back to his.
“I think our bookshop encounters can be considered dates, don’t you?” he says softly.
Just before your back hits one of the shelves his large hand cradles your body, gently pressing you into the books. He leans closer, moving his hands to rest on either side of your head.
“Maybe…”
“Do you ever have an answer other than ‘maybe’?” he asks.
Your lips part to speak but he stops you with the brush of his mouth. “Don’t. Say. Maybe.”
Even though your last two meetings were charged with tension, this is the first time he’s really touching you and it sends shock waves through your entire body.
You breathe out a strangled ‘yes’ and arch into him, inviting more of his touch.
His mouth comes down on yours hard and hungry and the initial contact steals your breath. When you slide your hands over his chest and up to his shoulders, digging your nails into his skin, he groans and pushes you against the shelf.
You break contact with his mouth, gasping at the hardness pressing against your stomach.
“I’ve been like this since the moment I saw you,” he growls. “Do you know what that’s been like?”
He doesn’t give you a chance to answer as his mouth moves to your neck and sucks the sensitive spot underneath your ear, causing you to whimper his name.
Your head rolls to the side, begging for more and you let out a sound of frustration when he rocks his hips and keeps his mouth hovering along your skin.
“Is this what you want?” he murmurs with another grind of his hips.
Your fingers slide into his hair, raking through the soft strands as your breath catches on a gasp.
“Answer me, doll,” he demands.
“Yes. Yes Bucky. I want it.”
His hands leave your body and grip the edge of the shelf behind you. He dips his head, trailing kisses upward along your neck until he meets your earlobe, growling low.
“You’re going to spread these pretty legs for me doll and I’m going to bury my face between them.”
His tone warns you not to protest and with a strangled breath you do as you’re told, your head thumping back against the books when he slides his hand down your stomach.
“Eyes on me doll.”
You look down as he slips his hand inside your leggings, slowly peeling them, along with your panties down to your ankles.
He finds your swollen clit and circles it with teasing strokes, giving you one last hard look before his tongue flattens and he tastes you from top to bottom.
You’re already so close and when he pushes a finger inside you your eyes start to glaze over, your hips rocking rhythmically onto his hand and face.
When he pushes a second finger inside you it sends you over the edge, his tongue working you until your legs are shaking and you’re chanting his name.
“Fuck doll. You coming apart for me is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
You start to slump forward, your breathing still ragged and he runs a soft hand along your hip, holding you steady and biting gently into your skin with his fingers.
“I’m going to make you come over and over again,” he whispers as he stands and takes you in his arms, his lips caressing the shell of your ear. “With my fingers, my mouth, my cock.”
“Yes. Please,” you whimper.
He presses closer, his lips teasing along your jaw until your eyes meet. “But first we’re going to have a proper date.”
Your lips part with your objection and you’re ready to beg him for more but he presses a finger to your lips, smiling when you instantly quiet.
“If I get inside you now I’ll never be able to leave and I don’t have enough time tonight to worship you. I have business to deal with.”
 Your eyes drop to his mouth and your fingers climb up his chest.
“Ok,” you say, still breathless.
“You’re going to be my date for an auction event I have to attend tomorrow night…and then afterwards we’ll have the rest of the night. And the next morning…all day. You’ll be all mine.”
You nod, unable to find your voice again but squirm against him in desperation, your body still craving more.
“Sweet fucking hell, doll,” he hisses. “Don’t make me rush this.”
He grabs your waist so you stop moving, his eyes wandering over your face before he captures your lips in a kiss.
When he releases your mouth the set of his jaw is rigid and his fingers dig deeper into your skin.
“Tomorrow,” he murmurs. “Be ready by five.”
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You stare at yourself in the mirror, smoothing your hands over your dress for the tenth time. Before leaving Bucky’s apartment you had exchanged numbers and several more kisses then he walked you to your door, wasting no time reminding you of his promises for tonight.
Your pulse quickens as his words threaten to consume you and you wonder how you’ll ever make it through the next few hours without throwing yourself at him. His touch was like nothing else you’d experienced. Not one of his movements were wasted and his objective was clear. He was going to absolutely ruin you. And you were ready.
The light knock on your door startles you but you check the clock and see he’s right on time.
“You’re punctual,” you say as you open the door.
He looks amazing and have to bite your lip to stop your satisfied moan.
“And you’re fucking stunning,” he says as his eyes rake over every inch of you.
He continues staring and steps inside.
“Do you plan on looking at me like that all night?” you ask.
“Like what?” he replies as he reaches out for you.
“Like you need to devour me.”
“It’s all I want,” he growls, sliding his hand along the curve of your back to bring you closer.
“Do we really need to go to this auction?” you purr against his lips.
His fingers splay against your back and he brushes his nose to yours. “I do doll face, but if you need my hand between your legs first, all you have to do is ask me.”
Before you can form the words for a weak protest, his hand dips between your bodies and starts to lift the hem of your dress.
“Say it doll. I want to hear you say the words."
“Please Bucky,” you gasp. “Give me your fingers. I need your fingers.”
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Mr. Right?
Pairing: Firefighter! Bucky x Paramedic! Reader
Warning: tad bit of insecurities, fluff, flirting.
Author's Note: My favorite menace to society is back and he's on a date <3
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“Y/n the more you fuss over yourself in the mirror, the more you’re going to pick apart that outfit till you discard it like the first five, will you just get your shoes on already, you said you’d meet him at the bar and grill by 8.”  
Your eyes meet Wanda’s in the mirror, “but are you sure it’s not too much, maybe a jacket will help?” you question going back to looking at the outfit she had helped you choose for tonight. 
Your coworker turned best friend laughs watching you smooth over the dress once more, fingers picking at the ruffles hanging off your shoulders as if to fix them, “y/n you could show up in uniform and that man would have hearts in his eyes, but if throwing a jacket over it will help you feel better do it.” 
You lean over plucking the discarded denim jacket from the chair you had flung it on earlier. You slip it on doing a once over in the mirror, “don’t you dare,” Wanda chides removing herself from your bed, “you look beautiful.” She says sliding up behind you to smoothe over your arms, chin hooking on your shoulder as your eyes meet in the mirror, “talk to me.” 
“I don’t know wands.” 
She gives you a look, you sigh, “I just don’t understand why me? He could have anyone he wants, women literally throw themselves at him for just a sliver of his attention, so why me?” 
Your friend hums thoughtfully, “why not you? What makes those women so special that you can’t even begin to consider yourself part of them. They’re no different than you. So why can’t he want you, why must he want someone else when he’s clearly showing interest in you. He didn’t ask those women who throw themselves at his feet out tonight, he asked you. So, enjoy it, let yourself be the object of his desires, and hey if all goes wrong it’s one date, just one.” 
Your friend was right and despite your insecurities getting the better of you where a man as good looking, charming, and well-rounded as Bucky Barnes was involved, you would let yourself enjoy tonight, it was one date, and whether it went beyond just one well you’d wait to see how the night played out. 
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You had arrived a few minutes earlier than your agreed on time, the waitress walking you over to your favorite booth with a promise to be back shortly. You sent out a quick text to Bucky letting him know you already grabbed the two of you a booth and where to look for you. Placing your phone down next to you, you pick up the drink menu, browsing their various selection. You're flipping to the second page when a hand on your back draws your eyes up, your heart leaps to your throat.  
There’s a grin on his lips, “Hey there sweetheart I’m Mr. Right, someone said you were looking for me? 
You can’t help the laugh that bubbles out of your chest, as you move out of the booth to give him a proper greeting. “Well I’m here aren't I?” 
Bucky chuckles, his arm slipping around your waist leaving a trail of warmth as he pulls you in close, his lips finding your cheek. “You look beautiful tonight, thank you for coming.” 
He takes the spot across from you after helping you slip back into your side, both of you going grabbing a menu, “do you know what you want?” you question hoping to kick start a conversation. 
“You.” 
Heat slams into your face, your hands slowly bringing down the menu you hide behind, a cheeky smile awaits you, “I don’t think that’s on the menu.” 
He licks over his lower lip, “but I’m looking right at it.” 
You let out a choked noise hiding behind your menu, his laughter music to your ears, you bring it down slowly daring yourself to meet his eyes, “you know I think I'm beginning to understand why your charm works so well on other women.” 
He leans forward, elbows supporting him as he uses his fingers to drop your menu lower, “while it might work on other women, the only woman I care to know it’s working on is sitting right in front of me.” 
He’s rendered you speechless, the waitress saving you from what you're sure would have been a poor attempt at a comeback. She picks up your saving grace – the menu as she finishes jotting down your orders promising to return shortly.  
As much as Bucky would love to fluster you further, he wants to hear about you, your workday, what you like to do on your spare time, he wants to know you. So he asks you questions, listens, soaks in however much information of yourself you’re willing to give him, and in kind you do the same. Conversation flowing easily between the two of you, time passing though you two are frozen in the moment. 
The conversation doesn’t stop when your plates arrive, nor after the waitress has picked them up leaving the bill as she goes, “take your time,” she adds before disappearing. He’s got his fingers around the receipt before you can even attempt to grab it yourself, “put your purse away sweetheart,” he chuckles reaching for the wallet tucked away in his jeans, “I asked you on this date, I'll let you get the next one.” He says as he slips from the booth, offering you his arm as he guides you to the front to close the bill. 
He’s been a gentleman the whole night, your worries from earlier completely vanished as he walks you to your vehicle. “Thank you for tonight,” you say leaning against the door of your car, “I had a really nice time with you.” 
He drinks you in, “what?” you laugh warmth flooding your cheeks under his intense gaze, “I think you’ve got something in your eye – oh wait, its just a sparkle.” Your hand stops midstride to your face to swat at his arm instead, an opportunity he takes to pull you closer.  
You can feel his laughter, your own mingling with his, as you look up at him, “How soon is to soon?” 
Your brows furrow, “what?” 
He pulls you closer, “yeah, how soon is to soon for me to ask for another date?” 
Your hand finds his chest, “why don’t you find out?” 
He groans though there's a grin kissing his lips, he steals your breath when his head finds yours, if you thought his gaze was intense then having him this close is no match, “I know you said only one date Barnes, but I’ve had a really nice time with you tonight, such a nice night that I would really love to do it again, whaddya say sweetheart, will you let me take you out again?” 
Through your laughter at his poor attempt of mimicking you, you give him his answer. 
‘Yes.’ 
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Time & Temptation - Roommates w/ Benefits Pt. 4
Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Reader
Read parts 1-3 first if you haven't!
Summary: The somewhat hostile dynamic between you and Bucky shifts the morning after a questionable chain of events. The tension between you seems to be mostly resolved...until it isn't.
Warnings: profanity, teasing, alcohol consumption, mentions of previous smut, gunshot wounds, MINORS DNI, 18+!!!
Word Count: 3.1k
A/N: It took me too long to write this and I don't love it, but it'll do. My mind has been all over the place lately and I have a hundred different things going on irl. Side note for anyone who reads my A/Ns, I kinda wanna post a pic of me in a slutty little dress next week for absolutely no reason. That questionable decision is still under advisement.
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            Bucky wakes up to an ache in his side and the feeling of a wet sheet stuck against his bare abdomen. He doesn’t even have to open his eyes fully to know it’s his wounds from last night, bleeding through the bandages you’d fashioned for him. He heals quickly, but deeper wounds take a little more time. Only a couple of minutes later, Bucky is standing in front of the bathroom mirror, pressing a wet cloth to the exit wound on his lower left side. The bandage you put on his lower left back is still intact and fine, but the one in front just didn’t cut it.
            Fuck, I’m cumming. Those three little words in your soft, breathy voice suddenly come to the forefront of Bucky’s mind. That’s the final thing he heard last night before he fell asleep. It all comes flooding back to him. The charged banter in the kitchen, the teasing, locking yourselves in your separate bedrooms for the night and then getting yourselves off. He remembers your moans and whimpers carrying through the walls, straight to his ears. What the hell were you the two of you thinking? You weren’t thinking, and Bucky sure as hell wasn’t thinking.
            He glances down and peels the wet cloth away from his skin but sees a fresh stream of blood threatening to spill from the wound and drip into the waistband of his sweats, so he quickly presses it to his skin again and braces his free hand against the edge of the bathroom sink. He’s so lost in thought about last night that he doesn’t even notice your bedroom door opening a few feet down the hall and you shuffling out in your oversized t-shirt.
            “Are you bleeding again?” Your raspy morning voice has an almost uncharacteristic meekness to it, and Bucky freezes at the sound of it. His gaze flits to the side and he sees you through the open bathroom door, standing a few feet down the hall, staring at him. Your hair is messy and your faded blue shirt looks like it could be fifteen years old, but your appearance and your soft tone send a bit of blush to his cheeks.
            “It’s fine, it’s not bad.” He says flatly, watching as your eyes float down his bare torso and land on the red-tinged cloth he’s holding against his abs. You don’t listen to a word he says, and instead quickly begin walking toward him. You can tell it really isn’t all that bad as you place your palm over his hand and force him to pull the cloth away. It’s a steady bleed but it’s by no means a major hemorrhage.
            “Are you going to let me fix it?” You ask, letting go of his hand and letting him press the cloth back to the wound. You stand between him and the bathroom vanity now, looking up at him with a raised brow. Bucky doesn’t really understand the difference in the dynamic of last night versus the dynamic of this morning. You were up in arms all yesterday evening after the incident at the club, and then the entire drive back to the apartment and even in the kitchen you were pissy with him. Is one self-serving orgasm all it takes to completely turn your mood around? Is that why you’re almost being nice this morning? Bucky’s confusion is evident on his face, but you continue to wait for his answer.
            “You’re asking this time?”
            “If you want to bleed out on the bathroom floor I won’t interfere, but try not to stain the rugs.” You say, rolling your eyes at his stubbornness. Bucky gauges the situation. You’re in a better mood than yesterday, it almost seems like you’ve forgotten the disaster that was last night’s mission. He isn’t going to ruin that and end up with you driving him mad for the rest of the day.
            A few moments later, Bucky is sitting on the edge of the bathtub as you sit on your knees between his feet, using a special kind of quick-clotting gauze to fashion a new bandage for his wound. The atmosphere around the two of you doesn’t feel so electrically charged this time, there isn’t an undeniable tension threatening to snap with a single word or touch. Bucky peers down at you with a cloudy gaze as you carefully size the gauze and place it where it needs to be. He can’t help but wonder for a moment how the two of you went from sharing takeout and beer on his couch to being at each other’s throats yesterday. He thinks back to the night he invited you in, the night he said that you and Vision should switch apartments. He liked you that night. After your second beer, you talked to him like you hadn’t lived across the hall from each other for 6 months and simply been acquaintances all of that time. He never would have thought he’d end up taking a bullet for you within the first two days of sharing a place.
            The sound of a key sliding into the apartment door catches the attention of you both, and your hands falter against Bucky’s lower abdomen as you look up at him with questioning eyes. Does Vision still have a key?
            “Bucky, I swear to god if you laid up in this apartment and bled to death last night—” Sam stops short when the apartment door swings shut behind him and his eyes land on the two of you. He can see straight down the short hallway, through the open bathroom door, to where you sit between Bucky’s feet on the floor, still facing his torso. “Shit, I should’ve knocked.”
            “Why the hell do you have a key to my apartment?” Bucky asks gruffly, lifting one hand from the edge of the bathtub and running it through his hair. It takes Sam two more seconds to figure out that it’s you on the floor, and that you’re not doing Bucky the kind of favor you appear to be doing him.
            “Why the hell are the two of you half-dressed, sitting in there like that?” Sam’s question reminds you that you’re not wearing any pants. You let out a soft sigh before continuing your work on Bucky’s wound, placing the last piece of medical tape firmly against his skin to secure the three layers of gauze you so neatly arranged. “Wait, did you sleep here last night?” Sam asks with an obvious hint of amusement in his tone. Bucky narrows his eyes at the man and notices the playful smile taking over his features across the apartment.
            “Why are you here, Sam?” Bucky responds with his own question. Placing your hands on Bucky’s knees, you push yourself up to a standing position and step away from him. For the quickest moment, he's staring right at the line where your t-shirt ends and your thighs begin, but then you’re gone, moving to the sink to wash your hands, and he’s left staring at Sam.
            “I texted you three times last night and you didn’t answer me once. It’s sort of basic human decency to respond to texts after you’ve been shot.” Sam points out. He walks further into the apartment and turns in the direction of the kitchen. You shoot Bucky a look over your shoulder as you dry your hands on a towel. It’s a look that says are we not telling Sam I moved in here? Bucky understands it instantly and returns it with his own look that says I don’t know what to tell him. So, neither of you say anything about it.
            You head back to your own room to find some pants while Bucky heads to the kitchen to see what Sam’s on about.
            “It’s making more sense now.” Sam chuckles, just as Bucky rounds the corner of the hall and comes into his view. Sam pulls the fridge open and starts rummaging through its limited contents, searching for any semblance of breakfast food. Bucky leans his back against the nearest edge of the kitchen counter and listens to the soft fabric sounds down the hall as you search for a pair of sweats to pull on.
            “What is?”
            “You two being at each other’s throats last night. It didn’t make sense to me then but it makes sense now.” Sam has a shit-eating grin plastered across his face as he closes the fridge and turns around to face Bucky.
            “How so?” Bucky really shouldn’t be egging him on, but here he is.
            “You’re into each other.” Sam says assuredly. Bucky scoffs, shaking his head and crossing his arms over his still bare chest. “She slept over last night, didn’t she? Did you two take your heated differences straight to the bedroom after I dropped you both off here?”
            “I slept in my own bed last night.” You interject. You’re tying the drawstrings on a pair of joggers as you step into the kitchen and shoot both of the men passing glances. Your claim may be blurring the truth in the slightest way, but it’s not a lie. Sam looks between the two of you with narrowed eyes and disbelief written all over his face.
            “Fine. I’ll give it a rest.” Sam concedes, holding his hands up. He steps toward the middle of the kitchen and plants his hands on the surface of the island while you begin filling a small glass with water. Bucky’s eyes are heavy on you. He’s watching you closely, and you can tell, though your back is to him.
One orgasm. One orgasm is all it took to turn you back into the girl you were when he found you standing outside of his door with a bag of takeout and an offer to share with him. He doesn’t even tune into what you and Sam begin conversing about. He’s stuck in his head, thinking about how you went from becoming his roommate, to becoming his enemy, to patching him up, and then to getting yourself off at the end of it all. He thinks if he dwells on the chain of events too long, he may end up with whiplash.
            You lie on your back on the living room floor with the backs of your thighs against the front side of the couch and your lower legs resting atop the seat cushion. You’re two and a half beers in and feeling buzzed, listening to good music and drowning in your own thoughts when you hear the apartment door handle turning.
            Bucky had been out with Sam all day after he stopped by this morning. They were doing a bit of recon on Elias Leveaux. It was something you should’ve been a part of, and Sam had indeed asked you to ride over to SHIELD headquarters with them and spend the day working on it, but you politely declined.
            “After last night, I think I deserve a day off.” You had said. “I would’ve nailed him last night if someone hadn’t interfered.” You were obviously referring to Bucky.
            “I’m sure you would have.” Bucky grumbled back. You knew exactly what he was implying, yet your only response was a roll of your eyes in his direction and a friendly goodbye to Sam before they left.
            You turn your head to the side and watch as the door swings open and Bucky steps inside, immediately looking to his right and taking in the sight of you half on the floor and half on the couch, with a couple of empty bottles and a few unopened ones scattered around your body. The first thing you notice when you meet his gaze is how tense he looks. You can see the beginnings of dark circles forming under his eyes, the way the muscles in his neck and jaw look taut, the unreadable look on his face. You’re sure he planned to come in, shower, and go straight to bed, even though it’s barely past eight at night. You’re so sure he had no intention of engaging with you, especially after last night. After the heated exchange in the kitchen and the following mutual masturbation through the walls of the apartment he probably wanted nothing more than to pretend you don’t exist. Letting you patch him up again this morning was likely just a lapse in judgment, or maybe he’d forgotten about last night entirely. For a second, you get the horrifying feeling that your moans and sensual sounds might’ve actually been forgettable for him. Wait, why does that possibility bother you?
            As you lie on your shared living room floor, still staring at Bucky as you overthink, he starts tugging off his leather jacket.
            “Drink with me.” You say softly, nudging one of the unopened bottles of beer across the floor with your index finger. Bucky drops his jacket on the arm of the couch nearest to him and weighs his options. He can hear a hot shower calling his name, but the way you’re looking at him is tugging at him a little more than it should. You smile to yourself when he narrows his eyes at you, yet sinks into the far seat of the couch and reaches down to the floor, accepting the beer you pushed in his direction. “Did you guys find anything good today?” You ask, returning your gaze back to the ceiling above.
            “Nothing you don’t already know.” Bucky pops the cap of the beer with ease and raises the bottle to his lips, taking one long sip.
            “But you were out there for almost twelve hours.” You say incredulously, giving him a questioning side-eye. Bucky raises a brow at you and cocks his head to one side.
            “You were counting?”
            “Counting every hour of pure, rejuvenating quiet time I got today.” You retort.
            “Oh? After what I heard last night, I was sure that quiet wasn’t really your thing.” The words leave Bucky’s mouth and they come as a shock to him as much as they do to you. He’d like to blame the beer for his slip of the tongue, but only being one sip in and having the metabolism that he does renders the excuse unusable.
            “If you want to talk about that, can we also talk about your volume? I heard you loud and clear, soldier.” With your heavenly sounds from last night replaying in his mind, Bucky begins to notice the way the front of his pants are starting to have a little less room than usual. He takes another sip of his beer and lifts his gaze from where you are on the floor to look out the windows making up the wall to your left. Ignore it, he thinks to himself.
            “You started it.” He grumbles, his words sounding a bit like those of a child. You laugh to yourself as you tug your legs down from the couch and move to sit upright on the floor.
            “But we both finished it, didn’t we?” When you look into each other’s eyes this time, you’re definitely feeling the effects of the drinks you downed before he made it back home. You’re thinking about him wrapping his hand around the shaft of his hard cock, working up and down the length of it while he lies in his bed and listens to you through the walls. You’re lost in thought, as evidenced by the look on your face, and Bucky narrows his eyes at you.
            “Is that why you seemed so normal this morning?” The question comes tumbling out before he can second-guess himself and stop his tongue from forming the words. “Because you…finished?” He chooses to go with your safe choice of words.
            “I seemed normal this morning?” You raise a brow at him. He runs a hand through his messy hair and holds his beer atop his knee with the other hand.
 ��          “You weren’t pissed like you were yesterday.” He’s watching you carefully, studying the way your expression softens and your eyes roll away from him, toward the ceiling again.
            “I guess an orgasm does that to a girl.”
            As the two of you continue drinking in the unexpectedly comfortable silence, you find yourself wondering if last night’s orgasm did him as much good as it did you. You woke up feeling refreshed and at ease, even though, just as Bucky said, you were pissed yesterday. It was the perfect solution to your anger. Just by listening to Bucky and touching yourself you were able to lull yourself into a nice sleep and your bad mood had seemingly dissipated by sunrise this morning.
            “Maybe you should do that more often.” Bucky says under his breath. Though he doesn’t know why he decided to say it, he didn’t feel like holding the words back. He watches you with the most nonchalant gaze as your lips part and your eyes begin to search his. He shouldn’t have said it, he knows that. But it’s just like when he said may you and Vision should switch rooms. He sits down and drinks with you and somehow, his inhibitions melt away and he says shit that he shouldn’t say. He watches as your bewildered expression turns into a more adjusted, thoughtful expression. You push yourself up off of the floor, coming to stand on your bare feet as you continue looking into his steely blue eyes.
            “On my own?” Now Bucky’s the bewildered one. He does a good job of masking it as he sips on his beer, but you know you’ve gotten to him with just three little words. You smirk at him before turning on your heel and bending over to gather your empty bottles from the floor. You don’t even think about the view you’re giving him. You have no idea that the combination of your insinuating question and your current stance in front of him have his cock straining against the fabric of his jeans. He draws his bottom lip between his teeth and bites down, squeezing his eyes shut for a second until he hears the clang of the last beer bottle being gathered into your arms. He looks back at you just as you’re turning around to face him once more.
            Fuck it. Bucky shrugs his shoulders and you shoot him a quizzical look, frozen in place a foot to his right, with all of those bottles in your grasp. You follow every move he makes as he rises from the couch and downs the last sip of his beer, keeping his eyes trained on yours. His stare is hard and penetrating, feeling as if it’s going right through you.
            “Did I say on your own?”
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Under the Table
Bucky Barnes x Female Reader: One Shot (Smut)
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Summary: During a team meeting, you decide to have a little out of sight fun with Bucky. The kind that leaves both his mind and body the kind of mess that only you can clear up.
Word Count: 1.5k (no mention of Y/N)
Warnings: profanity, dirty thoughts, exhibitionism (other people unaware in the room), handjob (kinda?), mentions of sex and oral (male receiving). 18+, MINORS DNI
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Bucky tried to focus. Really, he did. But with the feeling of your hand delicately trailing up and down his thigh underneath the table, his attention was starting to slip.
The sensation was so light at first that Bucky had almost dismissed it entirely. A quick glance at your face showed nothing unusual, and so he tried to refocus on the meeting and the details about the upcoming mission. Tony and the others carried on, none the wiser to Bucky’s confusion at the far end of the table.
But then there it was again. Slightly more pressure, and an inch further up his jeans. No, there was definitely something going on. He looked over at you again, tilting his head in curiosity. Studying you for a moment, Bucky couldn’t help but wonder. You were unusually still, your brows knitted together in keen focus. That wasn’t like you at all. Any other time, you’d be tapping a pen, bouncing your knee, drumming your fingertips on the wooden table. The constant need to fidget or shuffle around in your seat – no matter how much he loved you – drove him crazy. So what was going on? He couldn’t quite work it out.
The longer he looked at you, the more Bucky noticed the mischievous gleam in your eyes. It was the kind that you reserved for when you were alone together. But yet here you were, sat next to him in a meeting with some mysterious scheme running through your mind.
And then the next touch came. This time, a gentle squeeze on his crotch that was unmistakeable. That’s when Bucky realised that your hands were hidden, tucked out of sight.
He swallowed nervously. Oh God. It was you.
You noticed the change in his demeanour from confusion to surprise, as a small smirk played on your lips. You were brave, he had to give you that. He had to hold himself back from laughing at the idea of it all. Bucky was in disbelief at the audacity you had, but he was definitely not in a position to stop you. Keeping your eyes on Tony at the front of the room, you let your hand wander his lower body.  
His cheeks warmed as he felt himself begin to react beneath your touch. Cock stiffening more and more, he strained against the tight fabric of his boxers. Bucky squirmed, adjusting himself in his seat. The tiny movement pushed your hand further up, lingering right on his clothed shaft. Even beneath the thick denim of his jeans, the effect you had on him was becoming a growing problem. One that he couldn’t do a damn thing about. The smirk on your face grew, a fact that didn’t go amiss to Bucky. You were enjoying the control that you had in this situation. His jaw clenched tight at the realisation.
Any other time, you’d be underneath him, whining and whimpering whilst he loomed over you. His dog tags would be dangling in front of your face as he took his sweet time. He’d slip them between your lips, forcing you to be quiet as he teased your aching cunt for as long as he could stand before finally ravishing your body in the way that it deserved.
But now, Bucky was powerless. You knew his body like it was your own by now, and you didn’t need to look to know the way his cock would sit in his jeans. It didn’t take you long to find it, and as you did so your touch increased. You cupped your palm, cradling and squeezing as much of him as you possibly could. He sucked in a sharp breath. The chair legs squeaked whilst Bucky’s hips rutted, pushing his cock further  into your touch. You swiped over the spot where you knew his tip would be, and he mentally cursed at the drop of pre-cum that leaked out. The wet bead dampened his boxers as you spread it around with another gentle rub.
It was taking all of his restraint not to visibly react to what was going on. With darkening eyes, Bucky shot you a warning glare. If you carried on like this, he’d have no choice but to drag you out of your seat and bend you over the table so he could fuck you right here in front of everyone for daring to play with him. The image of him pinning your hands behind your back whilst he kept you in place to keep you from protesting flashed through his mind. These dirty thoughts sent Bucky into a hot spiral.
You slid your hand up and down his lap, squeezing in just the right places. His cock throbbed with a life of its own, yearning for more. Fuck. You weren’t even touching him and yet here he was, silently pleading with you to make him come.
Bucky rutted up into your hand, the head of his cock slipping through your grasp as you maintained steady contact. He wanted nothing more than to feel your soft hand wrapped around him, working up and down in careful strokes. To admire the sight of your pretty red lips parting before taking him deep in your throat. He’d hold your hair back, giving your wet tongue uninterrupted access to him in his most vulnerable state.
The current topic of the meeting was long forgotten as his thoughts revolved around you and only you. His heartbeat sped up, and Bucky could hear it ringing in his ears as the blood rushed from his head to his stiff length. He didn’t know it was possible to be this hard. Just from this small amount of teasing, it was nearly shameful how rock solid he was. Thin veins protruded up and down his swollen cock, rubbing against the cotton of his boxers. You were pushing his body to its limits in the best way.
Running your fingers up and down, his come swelled below the bulging tip. Bucky was so close. One more gentle squeeze of your hand was all that it would take to tip him over that edge you had brought him to.
He looked over at you, eyes glazed over, bottom lip trembling. The tension in his jaw eased as you urged him on to the release that he so desperately needed.
Please. Please let me come, doll.
You understood that pleading look in his eye right away. A subtle nod of your head was all the permission that Bucky needed. His teeth dug into his bottom lip to stifle a moan as he let go. You felt his thighs tense under the table. His hand flew to yours, the tight grip preventing you from overstimulating him in the moment. Bucky held your hand there still, and you felt the warmth of his come as it soaked through the layers of his clothing. And there was just so much of it. Streams of hot, sticky fluid coated his throbbing cock as he came down from the intimate high. For a moment, his eyelids fluttered shut as he revelled in the bliss of his emptied balls.
Finally, he released your hand and you pulled away. Whilst his boxers had caught most of the mess, a few stray beads had seeped through the material and onto your thumb. It shone under the harsh lighting, and Bucky’s eyes fell upon it at the same time that yours did. You looked up at him and without missing a beat, brought your thumb to your lips and sucked it off. The gesture happened too quickly for anyone else to notice, but it was all Bucky could focus on. How your cheeks hollowed out as you cleaned off his come. How wet your lips were as you licked over them. He chuckled softly at the whole ordeal. You were amazing.
His flushed cheeks returned to their normal colour as he relaxed. Letting out a slow breath, his shoulders fell back down, and his quick heart rate steadied. Sitting there in the mess you created, he couldn’t wait for to get you out of this room.
Not soon enough for Bucky’s liking, the meeting came to an end. Everyone began to gather up their things and clear out, but Bucky stayed there. Leaning back in his seat, he watched you talk mindlessly to Natasha like you hadn’t just gotten him off under the entire team’s nose. You said goodbye to Natasha as she left the two of you alone.
“So, what are we doing for the rest of today?” You asked casually, absentmindedly getting ready to leave yourself.
After a quiet moment, Bucky stood up. His hands slid over your hips and pulled you back into him. You gasped a little as he spun you around, keeping one arm tight around you. Lifting his other hand, he cupped your cheek, tearing your focus away from your bag on the table. Tension built in the quiet room at the small gesture. A cool metal finger traced over your bottom lip, sending a shiver down your spine.
“Well, you’re coming with me, and you’re going to clean up the mess you made.”
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How's Your Head?
Pairing: Firefighter! Bucky x Paramedic! Reader
Warnings: None.
Author's Note: The gym thoughts won.
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“What happened Chief?” 
Sam gives you a look, “I’m on the job so formalities only,” he cracks a smile, you roll your eyes biting back your own, “details on the injured chief where is he?” 
He tilts his head to the back of the fire truck stationed feet away, “he’s at the back of the drill truck, Rogers is keeping him talking, got his head and shoulder banged up pretty good running drills.” You hoist your bag higher on your shoulder, “take me to him.” 
You hear him before you see him, “Rogers I swear if you don’t get your damn fingers out of my face, I told you I’m fine, I’ve gotten hurt worse on the job there’s no need for all this fussin, you shouldn’t have called.” 
“And that’ll be my call to make,” you say rounding the truck finding Lieutenant Barnes sat slouched over the back, ice pack pressed to his head, Captain Rogers pressing one to his shoulder. You place the bag next to him taking over the icepack pressed to the lieutenant's shoulder. 
“I’ve got it from here Captain, you and chief are free to go.” you say excusing the two other men, they thank you letting the Lieutenant next to you know they’ll be at the station when he’s done.  
You turn to the broad-shouldered brunette sitting in front of you his posture much straighter now that his colleagues have left a glint in his eyes and a cheeky smile on his lips as he looks at you, you already know you’re in for trouble. 
“How are you feeling Lieutenant Barnes?” 
The man groans, clutching his chest in dramatics, “You wound me, I’ve told you to call me Bucky sweetheart, we’re past lieutenant Barnes at this point.” 
Your tongue pushes into your cheek, biting back the smile threatening to split your lips, “and I’m on the job lieutenant, now how are you feeling, any pain?” You question lifting the ice back from his shoulder, your fingers curling into the white top to peek at the reddened skin, a speckle of red and purple look back at you. 
“Sweetheart if you want to see me shirtless all you have to do is ask.” 
Ignoring his teasing comment, you press down on the skin softly drawing out a pained groan, “scale of one to ten what’s the pain level?” 
“I’d say an 8 but a kiss could bring it down to 1, get my mind right off of it.” 
You shake your head placing the icepack down “and how’s your head?” you continue getting right in front of him to remove the second icepack, your fingers combing softly through his hair to check for broken skin 
“I’ve had no complaints.” 
Your fingers pause in his hair, eyes meeting his amused ones, you laugh, “I meant your actual head Bucky, are you feeling pain?” 
“Will you kiss it to make it better?” 
“Bucky.” 
“What about a date,” he continues, “I’d have something other than a headache to look forward to tonight.” 
You chuckle fingers moving in his hair again, “you should be glad they called I’m pretty sure you’re suffering from a concussion.” you say examining his head again. 
His hands find the sides of your thighs, the action rendering you motionless, your fingers still in his hair again eyes finding his, “I’m actually glad they called - I got to see you.”  
He’s grinning at the smile you try so hard to hide. “C’mon sweetheart one date.” 
“If I agree to this one date, will you let me finish checking you so I have something other than your incessant flirting to report back to the chief?” 
“If you agree you can check me as thoroughly as you want sweetheart.” 
“Fine Barnes, one date, one.” you stress. 
“Oh sweetheart you and I both know it won’t only be one.” 
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He’s so beautiful I’m going to die
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Unbroken, chapter five
Mob!Bucky x fem!reader
Summary: After your father arranges your marriage to notorious mobster Brock Rumlow, you think your life is over. But, when you meet his handsome right hand man, you realize there might be hope for you yet.
Chapter warnings: abusive relationship, violence.
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Bucky Barnes always considered himself to be a fair man. Having grown up in the mob he was no stranger to violence, but he preferred to kill his enemies quickly, getting the job done with a simple slash of the throat. Tonight, however, he plans to take his time. He’d always hated Brock Rumlow, but after what he’d done to you, the beautiful wife he treated like dirt, he deserved to suffer.
When he’d heard while overseas that Brock had married, he wondered what kind of girl was naive enough to marry a man like that. Or, perhaps he’d found someone just as power hungry and vile as him. Then, he’d come back to New York, and attended that mafia family dinner, where he’d finally met you. He saw through your charade right away. Despite how practiced you obviously were at hiding your emotions, he could see how you would shrink into yourself when your husband was near, how you went stiff every time he touched you. Then, he saw how distraught you were over breaking one glass, and it was clear you’d been hurt. Bucky couldn’t stand the thought of you being trapped in an abusive marriage, so he decided that day in the study that he would save you.
The more he got to know you, the more he fell for you. The way you smiled when it was just the two of you in the room, the way your nose would scrunch up in concentration when you were reading a book, it all made him want you more. You were beautiful, intelligent, kind hearted, and so much stronger than you realized. You were everything he would want in a partner.
The first time he was inside you, he swore he’d died and gone to heaven. The way you moaned softly in his ear, your cunt squeezing his cock, would have made him finish on the spot if he wasn’t so determined to make you feel good. He suspected you hadn’t been touched kindly in some time.
Tonight, he finally sets you free. The final step of the plan he concocted with his ally Steve Rogers is ready to begin, finally. After years of planning, years of pretending to be loyal to that piece of shit, Hydra would finally face its end.
When he arrived at the house, things were quiet. Too quiet. Steve and his team snuck in the side door and started taking out Brock’s men, while Bucky searched for Brock. Strangely, he was nowhere to be found. He hadn’t left his home in weeks, too paranoid about the White Wolf coming to get him. A pit forms in Bucky’s stomach. Something is wrong. He decides to head upstairs to get you. He can kill Brock later if need be, but for now he needs to make sure you’re safe. Except, you’re also nowhere to be seen. Suddenly, he hears an engine roar to life and looks out the window, only to see Brock pushing you forcefully into the vehicle before getting in the driver's seat and speeding away.
He runs towards the back door as fast as he can, but by the time he reaches it, the car is already out of view.
“Buck! What are you doing, did you kill Rumlow already?” Steve joggs up beside him from inside the house.
“He’s gone… Steve, he escaped, and he took her.”
“Fuck.” Steve runs a hand through his hair in frustration. “How the fuck did he know?”
“I don’t know. We must have a mole.”
Steve slams his fist against the doorframe before taking a calming breath.
“Nat!”
Steve’s second in command, Natasha, strolls calmly up to the two men. The gunshots have stopped, meaning Steve’s men have finished taking out Brock’s.
“We’ve secured the house. Where’s the head of the snake?” Natasha is observant, and has definitely noted Bucky’s dejected expression.
Bucky turns to her to explain. After all, it was his job to kill Brock, and he failed.
“I was too late. He got away, and took Y/N with him. He obviously knew we were coming”
“Shit. Now what?”
“I’ll call him and see if I can find out where he’s going. He still thinks I’m on his side. I’ll pretend I’m coming to protect him.”
“Do you need Nat and I as backup?” As much as Bucky would appreciate Steve and Natasha’s assistance, he needs to do this part alone.
“Thank you Steve, but no. You continue as planned, I’ll hunt down the monster and kill him myself. If he sees anyone other than me coming, he might run again. Or, he’ll panic and hurt Y/N.”
Steve nods, and he and Natasha leave to find the mole and continue the takeover. This has been years in the making, they couldn’t fail now.
Bucky pulls out his phone. This wasn’t over, not by a long shot.
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You sit in silence, nothing but the sound of the car’s engine to focus on. Brock is fuming. You’re sure he would be taking it out on you if he wasn’t so shaken. The small part of you that isn’t terrified is smug about the fact that he’s afraid too for once.
After almost an hour of driving, the car slows, and you pull into a long driveway. It looks familiar. Only once the large house is in view, do you realize where you are. It’s Alexander Pierce’s mansion. There are no lights on, the house appearing abandoned. You suppose that makes sense, since its owner was recently murdered.
Brock pulls up to the house, quickly getting out of the car, and grabbing you once again to force you to follow him inside. Once inside, he shoves you into a nearby wall and locks the door.
“FUCK!” he yells, pacing back and forth.
You stay silent, not wanting to set him off any more. Apparently, it doesn’t matter.
“What the fuck are you looking at, bitch? Be grateful I even brought you. I could have just left you at home for Rogers and his gang to slaughter you.”
Before he can continue, his phone rings loudly. With a quick glance at the screen, he picks up.
“Barnes, where the fuck have you been? We were attacked, I barely made it out in time, thanks to my man on the inside.”
You stifle a gasp of relief. Bucky is calling. That means he knows Brock is gone. He’s looking for you, you know it. You can hear his muffled response through the phone, but can’t make out his words.
“It was Sitwell. Why the fuck do you even care who the mole was, we have bigger things to worry about! Rogers attacked. And what’s worse, that idiot Walker was right about him recruiting the White Wolf.”
Another response.
“Yeah, I brought Y/N… why the fuck does that matter, just get here asshole! I’m at Pierce’s place. Bring guns.”
Brock hangs up, and walks towards where you remember the living room being.
“Get your ass in here!” He yells over his shoulder. You reluctantly follow. You can only hope Bucky gets here soon.
You sit on one of the sofas as Brock scurries around, pulling the curtains and looking for weapons. All he has is his usual glock 19 strapped to his hip. It feels like no time at all before the front door creaks open. Bucky must have been driving like a madman.
“Boss, it’s me.”
“In here!”
Your heart lightens as you see Bucky round the corner. You wish you could run to him, but your husband is standing between you. You know he can’t give himself away yet, but you still note the slight relief on his face when he sees you alive and unharmed.
“Is there anyone else here?” Bucky asks evenly.
“Just us. I don’t trust any of those fuckers after this. Here’s what you’re going to do- get out there, and find out where Rogers is hiding out. Blow up his fucking headquarters. I want them all dead.”
Brock turns, grabs your arm, and hauls you to your feet. You see Bucky’s jaw clench watching him touch you. Brock begins to move towards the exit, but Bucky gets in front of him.
“Where are you going?”
“I’m taking my wife and getting out of town for a while. Let me know when it’s done.”
“I can’t let you do that.”
“Excuse me? I’m your fucking boss, you do as I say. Get out of my fucking way!”
Bucky doesn’t move. Instead, he just chuckles, breaking character for the first time. He quickly removes his gun from his holster, and aims at Brock.
“You’re not going anywhere, Rumlow. I’ve been dreaming of this day for years, after all.”
“What the fuck is going on here?”
“I’m the one working with Rogers, you idiot. Have been for some time. Once you’re finally gone, we are going to run New York, and most of Europe too.” A sly smile takes over Bucky’s face, as he thinks of one last piece of information he can’t wait to share. “I killed Pierce, by the way.”
“You son of a bitch!” Brock screams. Before you can react, he grabs you, pulling you in front of him like a human shield, before he pulls his gun on Bucky.
Bucky freezes, all the smugness falling away. Now, he can’t shoot Brock without hitting you.
“Let her go, you coward.”
“Fuck you.” Brock spits, his voice in your ear making you flinch.
The two of them are motionless for what feels like eternity. Unfortunately, Brock seems to catch on to the fact that Bucky doesn’t want to shoot you.
“What’s the matter Barnes? You have a thing for my wife?”
“She’s not part of this. This is between us.”
Brock puts his gun to your head instead. The action makes Bucky blink, which tells Brock all he needed to know.
“So, you do have a thing for her… put down your gun, or I blow her pretty brains out.”
Reluctantly, Bucky lowers his gun, placing it on the ground. Before he’s even fully upright, Brock fires, hitting Bucky in the shoulder.
“No!” You can’t stop your cry as Bucky hits the ground.
Brock spins you around, his face so close you can feel his breath.
“So, you like him too, huh? You been fucking him behind my back, you fucking slut? You better start praying, because once I’m done with him, I'm going to cut you into pieces!” He’s yelling again, squeezing your arms so tight it hurts.
He’s so focused on you, he doesn’t even notice Bucky get back up. Bucky tackles him, forcing him to let go of you as the two of them collide with the ground. Brock’s gun slides under the sofa, out of reach.
The two of them grapple, both landing punches. Despite his injury, Bucky is clearly the better fighter. However, after a few minutes, the blood loss starts to get to him. Brock is able to gain the upper hand, flipping them so he’s on top now, able to deliver blow after blow. You look for the nearest object, eyes landing on a large porcelain lamp. With all your strength, you hoist the lamp over your head, and bring it down on Brock’s back, the lamp shattering.
“You fucking bitch!”
His moment of distraction is all it takes. Bucky grabs a knife from his boot, and sinks it into Brock’s neck.
Brock gurgles as Bucky shoves him to the side, moving to crouch over him. Blood is pouring from the wound, and you can tell he’ll die quickly. As the light begins to leave his eyes, Bucky leans down.
“When you see Pierce in hell… tell him the White Wolf says hello.”
With a few more ragged breaths, Brock stills. He’s dead. He’s finally dead. It’s like a weight is lifted. It only lasts a second though, because after a short moment, Bucky is collapsing to the ground.
“Bucky!” You run to him. His shoulder is bleeding heavily, so you grab a nearby blanket and start applying as much pressure as you can.
“Stay awake Bucky, please!”
He reaches up, cupping your face with his hand.
“Sweetheart, it’s ok. I did what I needed to do. The monsters are gone, and you’re safe now.”
“You were supposed to be here with me! Please, you can’t leave me now!”
“Y/N… I wish I could spend all my days with you, but I don’t think that’s going to happen. Please know, I don’t regret it. I love you, sweet girl.”
You start to sob as his eyes close. You barely register people coming through the door. A tall, muscular blonde man is barking orders. A beautiful red haired woman pulls you away from Bucky, whispering reassurance in your ear while a few others gather around Bucky. You cry as you’re removed from the room and put in a car, the woman getting in the driver's seat. You don’t really pay attention to what she’s saying, but you get the jist- she works with Bucky and Steve, and she’s taking you somewhere safe.
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𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐈𝐬 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐞
𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤!𝐂𝐄𝐎!𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐬𝐬… 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐱 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝, 𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐄𝐎 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐟𝐨𝐫. 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐚 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧. 𝐀𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞.
𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟒𝟏𝟔𝟔
𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐍𝐨𝐧-𝐂𝐨𝐧/𝐃𝐮𝐛-𝐂𝐨𝐧. 𝐑𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐬𝐞𝐱. 𝐎𝐫𝐚𝐥 (𝐌 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐅 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠). 𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐩 (𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤). 𝐇𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐯𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟? 𝐃𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐬 (𝐬𝐥𝐮𝐭, 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞). 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐥. 𝐁𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐟 𝐜𝐮𝐦 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐚 𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐭 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭, 𝐬𝐨 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐦𝐞, 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐯𝐞. 𝟏𝟖+ 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐊 𝐘𝐎𝐔!
𝐀/𝐍: 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐧𝐨 𝐞𝐱𝐜𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐬. 𝐈 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐬𝐨 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐲 𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞, 𝐬𝐨 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐟 𝐢𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞, 𝐰𝐞'𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲. 𝐈 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬, 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤!
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“What do you mean, you’re taking your business elsewhere, Wilson?” 
“Just what I said, Barnes, I got better numbers and I don’t want to waste any more coin on you.” Sam Wilson sounded as smug as could be on the other end of the phone, oblivious to how Bucky’s head was thumping in rage, “Look, I appreciate what you did for my business in the early days, which is why I’ll obviously let you keep the five percent in the contract, you’ll be earning more than enough in profit, stop whining. This isn’t personal, it’s just business.”
“Just business, huh?” Bucky stubbed out his cigarette on his mahogany desk, uncaring of how his assistant would screech at him later about the mark, “It was Y/N, wasn’t it? She poached you away? You know there’s a clause to prevent that-”
“That clause expired eighteen months ago, you lying dirtbag,” Sam Wilson’s voice went cold, reminding Bucky that the man built his empire on more than just Bucky’s original investments, “You overplayed our friendship, and I don’t like being treated like a moron. You keep your five percent and leave it at that, or I’ll buy your ass out. Take it or leave it.”
Bucky could feel the vein in his forehead pulsing, but he was calm and collected as he responded with an even a voice as he could manage, 
“You know I could never turn down the profits you’ll be making, Wilson,” Bucky took a sip of his Lagavulin, “See you at the club this weekend?”
“Sure thing, Barnes.” Sam Wilson hung up, leaving Bucky to finish his drink slowly, before taking the crystal tumbler and throwing it against the wall.
You were going to pay for this.
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Your heart still pounded against your ribcage, even hours later after the deal had been signed off, and it didn’t show signs of stopping anytime soon. You knew that doing what you were doing - taking your knowledge from what you’d learned at Bucky’s company in the years you’d worked there - and poaching Sam Wilson for your new business was a risky move, how could it not be? Technically everything you had done was good and legal, but there were always loopholes, there were always snags, and of course there was always the chance that Bucky could sue. You couldn’t afford that, your business would go under in five minutes flat.
You were full of more nervous energy than you could handle thinking about Bucky and all the things he could do to make your life hell now you had stolen his biggest and oldest client from under his nose. You’d worked for Bucky for over ten years, he’d shown you everything you knew now. You’d been one of his biggest money makers in the last five years when his business had really started to boom, you’d been with his company through everything. And yet now he was a certified millionaire, his business earning generational wealth kind of money, he hadn’t paid it forward, he hadn’t given you what you felt you’d deserved.
So you left, and you’d taken invaluable information with you.
You paced your apartment restlessly, beer in hand, takeout food forgotten on the counter, you were too wound up to eat, but your stomach cramped with pain after not eating all day for the same reasons. All throughout your four hour long meeting with Sam Wilson - at Slyvia’s no less - you’d been hungry, thirsty, desperate… but you couldn’t take your eyes off the ball, not for all that delicious soul food, and certainly not for the profit percentages you were offering Sam. You’d charmed him, you’d wooed him, you’d shown him all the ways that Bucky had screwed him over, hoping the mogul wouldn’t laugh you out of the restaurant - or worse - call Bucky to tell him what was happening and ruin your new venture before it had even begun.
When Sam had finally put his iPad down, when he’d made as many annotations and suggestions as he’d wanted, and when he’d smiled that megawatt smile and held out his hand to seal the deal, you’d almost burst into tears, but instead you’d laughed, and calmly clinked your glass against his. You were your own business owner now. You couldn’t act like the scared little girl you felt you were anymore.
You’d beaten Bucky. It was done.
And yet you couldn’t stop your mind from racing or your fingers from trembling.
You look at the food on your counter again, and then turn to your room, shaking your head. You can’t stay inside for one more minute, you rush to change into your gym clothes, and hurry out the door, hoping that a run would clear your head and let you calm down and enjoy your win.
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 Even though you wore your headphones, you let the noise of Manhattan at night roll over you as you ran, it was like a kind of white noise after a while all that honking and shouting, voices on top of each other rolling and crashing like waves… slowly your anxiety falls away, your heart pounds due to exertion rather than stress, and you can think about how well you had done today without nausea churning in your gut. By the time you head back to your apartment you’re starving and actually ready for a shower and the now cold takeout food, maybe you’d call your friends to tell them what happened-
You’re opening your apartment door when a body slams you into it, pushing you through harshly and sending you to the floor on a grunt of shock. You turn around, skittering away as the door slams behind you, your heart in your mouth, 
“Bucky?!”
“You really should pay better attention, doll, I was following you for at least three blocks,” Bucky takes his jacket off, revealing a deep blue silk shirt underneath, “I was going to talk to you on the street, but I figured a nice, quiet space would be better.” He looks around your apartment in disgust, “Well. It’s quiet anyway.”
“What do you w-want?” You slowly stand on shaking legs, quietly furious that your voice is wavering, but too nervous to show any real anger at Bucky, “You can’t just-”
“You know, sweetheart, I never figured you would be a bitter ex after dumping you. I know I could’ve been nicer about it but shit happens.” Bucky takes a couple of steps closer to you, putting himself firmly between you and the door, “You should know me better though. You don’t fuck with a mans business, Y/N. Not without consequences.”
“You’re mad I stole your tactics, Bucky? You shouldn’t have let me go.” You go to walk around him, but Bucky blocks your path, “Get out of my way.”
“You put yourself in this position, doll, only you can get yourself out of it.” Bucky leans forward, his arm braces next to your head, pinning you against the wall, “I think I’m going to enjoy this next part.”
A spike of fear pulses through you, and you push against Bucky’s chest as hard as you can, moving him just enough that you slip past him, you head to the door-
Only for Bucky to grab your arm, and spin you around so you’re back in the same spot as you were before, except this time your face is pressed against the wall and Bucky pins you there with his body, 
“You’re quick, doll, quick to run, quick to steal, quick to fuck me over,” Bucky reaches around and covers your mouth as you go to yell, as his other hand snakes around your waist so he can grind against your ass, “I think I’ll show you how it feels to be fucked over, doll,” you squirm as he pushes his hand past the waistline of your leggings and the elastic of your underwear, and his cold index finger finds your clit and circles it idly, “God, I missed how good you feel- hey!” 
You kick your heel up behind you, just missing his balls, but at least his hand comes out of your pants- only for Bucky to drag them down past your hips and land a smack against your ass, 
“Bad fucking girl, I’m the one punishing you, remember? You want to fuck me, make me fall for you, whine at me, bitch at me, and then blame me for firing you? And steal my client, you fucking slut?” Bucky tears open your top as he speaks, leaving you in just your sports bra, you can taste a little blood in your mouth from how hard he’s holding your mouth closed, and you twist and turn your head, breathing heavily as he snaps open the clasp on your bra and pushes it up and over your breasts, 
“Bucky- w-wait-”
He stills immediately, his palm resting over your exposed breast, goosebumps erupt over your skin as his lips meet your ear… and you jerk your arms free, spinning to face him, you raise your arm to slap Bucky as hard as you can, but he grabs both your wrists before you can, pinning them to your stomach and pushing you back against the wall once more, 
“So we’re doing this then, huh?” Bucky grins devilishly, raising his free hand once more to cup your breast, his thumb rubbing over your nipple softly, “You got pretty tits, for a thieving little whore, anyway.”
“Fuck you-!”
“Oh, that’s the plan, doll, I want my pound of flesh off of you, but first,” Bucky lifts your arms over your head, and pushes down so you fall to your knees, “I wanna fuck your throat raw. Can’t sweet talk your way into all my clients contracts if you can’t speak, can you?”
You clamp your jaw closed as tight as possible, pressing your lips together as Bucky undoes his pants one handed and pushes them down. He wears no underwear, he never has, you used to love that about him, back when the company was small and it was just you two and one or two others. The lust you and Bucky have for each other was never really sated, you’d tease and frustrate each other in the office as often as possible, until one of you would drag the other away to have quickies in the storage closet. His lack of underwear had made you feel special then, like he wanted as little barriers between you as possible. Now it was used against you in the worst way. Bucky tutted as he pushed his cock towards your face, rubbing the tip over your resolutely closed lips until you could taste the salt of his pre cum on them.
“Come on, doll, open up, you suck cock better than anyone else I’ve ever fucked, so suck it!” Bucky apparently gets tired of you refusing him, and he lets go of your wrists, swats away your feeble attempts to stand up and get away, and then he grabs you by the back of your neck and uses his other hand to cover your nose, “You really want to pass out rather than sucking me off like a good girl, Y/N? You piss me off and pass out, you’ll wake up to my cock in your ass. Open your whore mouth and I’ll make it good for you, I promise, doll, come on now…”
You don’t want to give him the satisfaction, but your mouth opens almost immediately on a gasp for breath, you meet Bucky’s crystal blue eyes, staring down at you, you almost see concern there, his free hand moves to cup your cheek as you catch your breath… and then he closes the gap once more, his grip leaving your face so he can grip the base of his cock and feed it into your open mouth on a groan, 
“Your lips were made for this, doll, I should’ve never let you go, fuck… maybe I’ll take you back to my place after this, huh? Keep you in my bed for good, spreader bar on your legs and arms tied to the fuckin’ headboard…” 
Bucky keeps up his darkly erotic threats as he keeps his promise and fucks your throat hard enough to hurt, both hands now engulf your skull so you can’t move. Tears stream down your face, you’re gripping onto the firm muscle of his things in a pointless attempt to keep Bucky at a distance, deliberately digging your nails into his skin in an attempt to inflict a little pain back on him-
Bucky grabs the back of your head and pulls it back so you’re looking up at him as he jerks his cock off over your face, “Open wide, Y/N, I wanna see you covered with me again.” 
You flinch as he comes over your face, the first ropes landing across your lips, your eyes, a little in your hair line. Bucky grunts as he comes, sounds that make your cunt throb involuntarily, and you lick up the last drops obediently as Bucky pushes his cock back past your lips,
“Good girl. You always looked the most perfect after I fucking ruined you.” Bucky brought you back to your feet, wiping his spend off of your cheek and bringing it down to your breasts, rubbing it into the skin gently, “You bring out the caveman in me, doll. I want my scent on you, keep Sam Wilson away from you once and for all.”
“I’m not-” you pull away again when Bucky starts rolling your nipples between his fingers, “it’s not about that, it’s business, you were the one who taught me that!”
Bucky pauses, his hand going to close gently around your throat, his thumb rubbing soothingly over the skin there before he backs you against the small table in your kitchen, 
“Maybe you’re right, maybe not. Maybe I’m just a possessive bastard who’s fucked off that you got one over on me.” Bucky’s lips brush against yours as he leans forwards, “Now I’m gonna teach you another lesson you’d better learn quick. My clients, my business, and my fucking woman all belong to me, you got that?” You don’t get a chance to answer as he presses his lips to yours, his tongue seeking entry immediately. You’re exhausted and sore, you don’t have the will to fight Bucky anymore, not when he’s kissing you like he would devour you if he could, not when he’s tilting your face to that angle that makes your head swim, and not when he starts pulling the rest of your torn and ruined clothing off of you and flinging it behind him until he’s left holding the remains of your top in his hands.
You’re too tired to fight when he uses the tattered cloth to bind your hands behind your back, just tight enough that you know you couldn’t get free if you wanted to, but not tight enough to hurt. Bucky pecks your lips, a smile back on his face as he steps away and looks at you, 
“There, now you can’t try and slap me again,” Bucky unbuttons his shirt, shrugging the silk off his shoulders carelessly before kicking his shoes off and swiftly pulling his pants down as well, leaving him as naked as you are. Your mouth waters involuntarily when you see his body. Bucky had always been beautifully built, but it looked like he’d put on some weight, that he’d been hitting the gym a little harder than usual… he was stunning, even as he advanced on you and put his hands on you as he wanted.
“Let me look at you, sweetheart, I’ve missed your cunt so much,” Bucky puts his thumb in your mouth, making you get it wet, before bringing it down to your clit, parting your lips so he can press directly on it in a way he knows drives you insane, “I should get a picture later, so I never have to miss it again, huh? I wonder if you’re still as tight as I remember…” Bucky and you groan together as he slides his middle finger slowly inside you, torturing you with how gentle he could be now he has you where he wants you. It’s maddening how good it feels as he fingers you slowly, his thumb rubbing circles so gently against your clit…
“Bucky…”
“Shhh, open up your legs wider, doll, I’ll put another finger in,” You do as you’re told, your heart pounds as you’re rewarded with Bucky’s index finger joining his middle finger inside you, “good girl, you’re so pretty like this, spread open and wet, waiting for me to fuck you like you like it… you haven’t fucked anyone else, have you? Your cunt is so tight, you’re gonna break my fingers off if I fuck you with a third finger…”
Bucky does anyway. It’s almost painful… it’s almost agony as your orgasm builds…
“Bad slut.” You yelp when Bucky pulls his fingers out and slaps against your clit, “I didn’t say you could come, did I? You’ll do that bouncing on my cock or not at all. Thieving whores don’t get to come all gentle like they earned it.” You struggle again when Bucky pulls you towards him, pulling away when he tries to kiss you again, but you’re unable to stop him when he spins you around and bends you over the table, the edge digging into your thighs and the surface cold enough a pained gasp leaves your lips, 
“Bucky, w-wait-”
Bucky stills, his palm warm against the cheek of your ass… 
“I’d steal Sam away again. I’ll steal all your goddamn clients for this!” You try to stand, but Bucky chuckles darkly, pushing you back down easily and spanking the cheek he was just caressing firmly enough that you feel bruises start to form against the front of your thighs as you’re shunted against the edge of the table, 
“You’ll be lucky to walk after I’m through with you, doll, and you’re mouthing off too much for someone who just swallowed my cum and almost came on my fingers, you really are a little slut for me, aren’t you?” You squirm as Bucky’s fingers slide back inside your cunt idly, and then squeak and try again to push away when he brings your slick and rubs against your back passage, “Stay fucking still, I’m just touching your cute ass, I’m not going to fuck you there, not yet anyway.” You open your mouth to start yelling, but Bucky lifts your right leg so your knee is on the table, leaving you wide open for Bucky as he sinks to his knees behind you, 
“You look good enough to eat like this… and I’m fucking starving.” You feel Bucky spreading you wide open, you barely have time to gasp before you feel his cool tongue push its way inside you, tongue fucking you like the starved man he says he is. Bucky tastes every inch of you, sucking on your clit, french kissing your cunt and laving at your back passage until you feel like you’re ready to beg him to let you come.
Which you can’t do. Not with any pride in you.
“You still taste like heaven, doll, let’s see if you still fuck like it too.”
That’s all the warning you get before Bucky stands and thrusts into you in one go.
You’re bound and helpless beneath Bucky as he takes his frustration out on your body, fucking you so relentlessly that you know you’re going to struggle to walk the following day. You feel bruises form on your throat as Bucky brings his hand around and closes it around your neck, your ass is definitely going to hurt as Bucky spanks and grabs at it as he fucks you, he tells you you’re his, you’re a slut, you’re the best fuck he’s ever had and he’s never letting you go again. You don’t bite down when he pushes his fingers back into your mouth, you can taste yourself on them and it just drives your insidious lust higher, especially when he brings them back down to your clit and rubs firmly, 
“Come all over me, I want to see you dripping after I’m done with you.”
Your orgasm hits as Bucky’s hold tightens on you. You’re as possessed by him as you’ve ever been, he fills you up as he grunts his second orgasm, and you couldn’t move if you wanted as Bucky follows through on his previous wish and takes a picture of your dripping and ruined cunt.
You don’t fight when your hands are unbound, and Bucky helps you into the bathroom to wash off, and then to your bed to sleep. Your brain is finally quiet, thanks to Bucky.
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“Y/N? Wake up, doll.”
You try to open your eyes and groan in pain when you try to stretch. A hot bath was in your immediate future, maybe you’d get to use those lavender bath salts Bucky got you a few weeks ago…
You lean into the warm hand that caresses your cheek as you finally wake up, and you smile as you meet Bucky’s concerned gaze, 
“Hey.”
“Hey, doll. How’re you feeling?” Bucky kneels on the floor next to you, you notice that you’re wrapped up in bed, it’s still dark so you probably only had been passed out for less than an hour, and Bucky had clearly taken a shower and gotten changed into the grey sweatpants and white t-shirt you loved on him. His thumb brushes over your cheek, and you turn your head just enough to press a kiss to his palm, 
“Better. Thank you for…”
“I’m so proud of you for what you did with Sam today, sweetheart, you did that all by yourself, you don’t need to thank me for shit, okay?”
You huff out a laugh, but you do need to thank Bucky. After your meeting with Sam - the first major client meeting you’d ever had on your own - your mind had been racing, you thought you’d go crazy if you didn’t do something, so you’d called Bucky, and talked through your idea with him. Thankfully he’d been happy to talk the taboo kink through, he’d picked you up and taken you to his place where you’d thoroughly discussed scenarios, safe words, limits and boundaries.
And then he’d let you go home to wait for him.
“I couldn’t have gotten through today without you. I’m still kind of nervous about what happens next, but I know I can handle it now.”
“You could always handle it, doll, why do you think I let you go to start your own business?” Bucky grins, leaning forward to press a kiss to your forehead, before standing and heading to the kitchen, “When our companies merge, everyone will be happy, and it will be entirely down to you and that genius brain of yours.” You smile at Bucky’s praise, and then hide under the covers when Bucky finds the takeout food, “Have you not eaten today, Y/N?!”
“I was too nervous, don’t be mad - ah!” The covers are pulled away, leaving you staring up at an angry looking Bucky, you glare right back, “We’re not playing games right now Bucky, you can stop acting like you’re going to force feed me, just heat it up and I’ll be there in a minute!” Bucky’s face softens as you tell him off, and he sits on the bed next to you, cupping your cheek in the gentle way that makes you melt.
You were precious to Bucky, he was precious to you.
“You sure you're okay? I thought that I maybe went too far a couple of times… you told me to wait and- and- I don’t ever want to scare you, doll. You’re why I am where I am. I want to be your supporter as well.”
Your heart cracks a little as Bucky admits what it cost him to do what you discussed - consensual non consent is tricky, but it was what you needed to deal with your stress and anxiety. You could only ever trust Bucky with something like this, and he proved how right you were by being everything you needed and then some,
“You’re perfect, Bucky, okay?” You reach up to grab his wrist, and then mirror his hold and cup his cheek, you shiver as his stubble brushes over your palm, “You did everything I asked, waited when I needed it, and if I’d asked you to stop I know you would’ve done. Thank you.” Bucky pulls you towards him and you kiss him deeply, happy and content with how your day went-
And then your stomach growls so Bucky gets up on a groan, “I’ll get that food ready, then I’ll run you a bath, maybe I’ll join you… if you’re not too sore, you can sit on my dick as I wash you, huh?”
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