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flordeamatista · 1 year

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𝗕𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱 𝗧𝗼 𝗬𝗼𝘂

pairing: dark mob!bucky barnes x stewardess!reader

concept: Like clouds dancing in the air giving the setting sun a reason to live, that is how you came into his life.

word count: 2k

warnings: possessive Bucky, dark Bucky, dubcon/noncon (to be safe on the kidnapp-ing, drug—ing), desire,lust, p— in-—v, mile high club, man—ipulation mature themes, edging, fingering, nickname ──(Princess, Sweetheart)

a/n: Written for @the-slumberparty April Mob AU Challenge. In the midst of my muse going off and on, I finally received the muse to finish this story from the writing fairies to submit it on the last day.

The prompt: “If it wasn’t meant to be, you wouldn’t fit me so perfectly.”

lovely beta:@lunarbuck & @targaryenvampireslayer

line divider by @s-tarksintern ──the cute gif/moodboard made by me

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Despite the distance, I can still sense you.

What a waste of time.

You feel your heart sink as you realize you have been stood up. You try to distract yourself by focusing on the flickering candlelight on the table and taking a deep breath.

It's as if the radiant flame is a reminder of your feelings for him, a reminder that won't go away no matter how difficult the situation gets.

His deep crimson eyes, burning intensely, ran wild during lustful nights and burned so hard every day you were with him.

This light was visible only to you.

His possessiveness and jealousy, however, were like melting wax into molten tears of your fears as you fled. That night, when you left him, it ached for you, but you knew it was time to leave. You left, never looking back, never feeling his piercing light again. His hold on you was more than physical; it was as if he treated you as if you were his property and wanted whatever he thought best for you, regardless of what you wanted.

You are finally free.

Fresh air is the most beneficial thing for you. You have to venture into a new atmosphere, experience a new life, and encounter a new man.

Recharge from him and getting a fresh beginning.

The waiter comes with a drink.

"On the house. He doesn't deserve you for standing you up."

You had the feeling that the restaurant staff were watching you and were sorry your date had not arrived. You’d been holding on to the idea that he was stuck at work for almost two hours but after sitting at the table alone and stupid, you’re giving up hope.

You quickly down the drink, hoping it will give you some relief from the humiliation and arduous wait.

“So much for romance,” you mutter into the glass.

"Maybe your man is nearby," the waiter says softly in fear as you stare at him in confusion.

Your attention is drawn to the door as he points to it.

A stone wall surrounds you, and suddenly, the air is thick as syrup.

It feels like your body is drained, your arms and hands are heavy, and every movement feels like a struggle, as you grasp the table, feeling numb. There he stands, him, with a bouquet of roses in his hand. A smirk escapes his lips as fire returns to the room.

But you keep seeing blurry figures, hoarse voices, and the sensation that your body is swallowing. The room looks like a slow-moving carnivorous scene. Air around you feels heavy and thick, as if it is tightly wrapped around you, suffocating you.

As if your body is turning to stone, you feel helpless, but a touch brings a sliver of reality when blue ocean eyes and “You can’t be taking free drinks from a stranger, Sweetheart. Just sleep and it will be okay.” Fingers stroke your cheek and you keep your eyes open.

“There is no escape.” He kisses you on the forehead, and you see darkness.

Your eyes only belong to him and he looks forward to seeing them again

It is only when you see his shadows and feel the beating of your heart that you know where you were.

Though you want to run, you return to him by the hand of the universe. In his hands.

A smirk appears on his face. “Hello, Lovebug. Our paths cross again. I want to know why you ran from me. Nobody, not even you, runs from me." His deep voice carries anger while his eyes focus on you.

“Where am I?”

You see him stare down at you and tap his glass of Scotch, but you realize you are not at his house but on his private jet. In the midst of the peaceful flight across the clouds, you can sense the jet moving peacefully.

But you are next to the darkest cloud of the world.

There is only one dark king in the world of mobs, Bucky Barnes.

You can feel yourself being pulled into darkness, unsure of what the future holds. “Fuck you.” You take his glass and throw it across the plane.

You slap him hard across the face, causing his head to snap to the side. The sound of the slap echoes throughout the small plane.

His eyes suddenly sparkle with rage as he pushes you back against the jet's cabin.

As you stare at his lips, he licks them.

This is the end for you, and you know it.

His touch is electrifying, and he seems to sense it. With an inviting smirk, he leans in closer, leaving you with no doubt as to his intentions.

He will make sure your words are moans for his name with a single touch

He reaches down and pulls up your dress, then slowly runs to your underwear. His fingers glide through your pussy. You can feel your heart beating faster as his touch enthralls you, as he brings you to the edge of pleasure. His eyes are dark and lustful, and he whispers, "I know she's ready for more. Let's make her happy, the king is home." Keeping his thumb firmly pressed against your most intimate area, he rubs it back and forth rhythmically, and you surrender to his words and the touch of his fingers.

He slides two thick fingers deep into your pussy, and you whimper. "Don't tell me you don't want me," he growls, leans in and bites your bottom lip, as his other hand grips your throat, fingers pumping you hard.

He aggressively takes your lips. His body shakes and he collapses onto you, exhausted. His breath is hot in your ear as he whispers your name. His tongue slides through your mouth as your whole body melts against him. He breaks the kiss and he looks down at you with a satisfied smirk.

His body is trembling, and he wraps his arms around you, pulling you close.

His hard body presses against yours while he moans.

He adds another finger to your pussy and your eyes roll back. His touch sends electric pleasure waves through your body. His growl echoes the intensity of those feelings coursing through your body. "I will give you more so you know you are mine." His fingers send you over the edge, your moans growing louder in the room.

Biting your lip and trying to stay upright, you roll your eyes back in your head.

Like clouds dancing in the air giving the setting sun a reason to live, that is how you came into his life.

The stewardess of his private jet bandaged the shallow cut on his arm in silence when he won a fight and was on his way home. A sense of hope and possibility was brought by your unexpected arrival. He was given a glass of bourbon by you to ease the pain, but all he wanted was to feel the touch of your hands on his skin to soothe the wound. The sun shined through the plane that day as you flew in the air, he kissed you on the lips to claim you as his.

The world was in his hands in every aspect, and even the air obeyed him, so there was no place for him to hide. Even though you attempted to run from the lifestyle, his hands were visible on your skin every second of the day and you were his.

In this moment when you know he is tracing what is his, you want him to trace more.

Your body moans at his touch.

You are left utterly frustrated when he suddenly draws his fingers from you.

You want to scream, but the sound never escapes your lips. He is playing a game, and you are on the verge of losing badly. Your breathing is heavy, and your eyes sting with tears yet to fall. In this moment, you feel trapped by overwhelming sensations and powerlessness.

A soft whispered apology graced your lips. "I didn't mean to leave you. I needed air."

With his back to you, Bucky smirks in response to your unease, none of which he wants you to feel. Taking off his suit jacket, he turns to you as he removes his tie, unbuttons his shirt, and slowly rolls up his sleeves.

"Come here," he whispers softly.

You stand, weighing your options, knowing you have none, since he is always a step ahead, forcing you to bend your knees to him. There is nowhere to hide or scream. He seems unimpressed after you take a few steps to ease up under his obedience.

“Come here now,” he says harshly. He is not backing down, and his tone makes it clear that you have no choice but to obey his order. It is unusual for him to repeat himself, and his eyes are burning.��

You obey, not wanting to anger him further. He sneers as you walk over, your heart beating wildly. He grabs your arm and pulls you closer, his breath hot on your face.

"I'm going to give you two options, baby," he growls. "You can take my cock, or you can cry while I make you take it."

Bucky has everything in his life, from power to his girl.

He ignites my flame once again with his words

Your pussy takes him in as he grinds his hips against you. His breathing becomes heavier as he takes you in. Every movement is torture and ecstasy simultaneously. His gaze is locked on you and he moves closer to deepening the connection between you and him. He feels like there's no one else in this world, but the two of you. He has been under his spell since the moment he laid eyes on you.

"Don't you need me, Princess?" he whispers softly, grabbing your jaw. But you can’t answer. "Answer me, baby," he says in a low, growling voice as he thrusts inside you slowly. "Or I will not let you come all fucking night!"

Your body burns and you know he will keep his promise, making your suffering even worse. You are his to take. You whisper, "I need it," into the air.

“Yes,” he growls again as your flesh yields. "You are..." He tightens his fingers around yours as he grinds against you. "Mine." He thrust faster and harder. In. Out. Faster. Stronger. The thrill of his body thumping into you was apparent in every thrust.

"If it wasn't meant to be, you wouldn't fit me so perfectly. Look at our movement as one, darling." His breathing is heavy and ragged as he pushes himself in deeper, claiming every inch of your body.

His words, touch, and excited expression make you lose your breath.

He whispers darkly, "Your pussy is so happy to see me." His movements are precise and calculated, and you arch your back and wrap your legs around him to push him closer with each thrust.

You can feel the pleasure building up as your orgasm is quickly approaching. Finally, you reach the peak as you tremble and moan.

Your freedom from him slips away from you.

Once again, you have crossed a dangerous, fine line, as Bucky said, you have nowhere to run. You have no choice but to take on the consequences of your actions. You watch the clouds move across the sky as you move with him in rhythm, knowing that no land can hide you.

Your voice echoes his name, and they remain until the end of time

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1800jjbarnes · 1 year

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𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐌𝐲 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐲 | 𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬

【Synopsis】 : Bunnies shouldn't be wondering on their own. A big bad wolf is stalking the forest, and he will do anything to protect what is his.

『Word count』 : 1.84k

Paring: Wolf!Alpha!Bucky x Bunny!Hybrid!Reader

[Warnings] : Blood, knife, reader gets cut, Bucky goes wild, lots of gore, cruel words, swearing. Bucky in a suit cause that is a warning on its one. Dirty talk. Harassment, sexualising. Abuse. Toxic friendships. Triggering scenes. John being a disgusting person.

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You were just doing your normal run. Grabbing supplies and then heading back to your cottage. You were rushing a little bit because you needed to still pack your things for the couple of nights you will be at the den. Bucky had begged you to come over to see his brothers, so tonight you finally agreed. You were excited but very nervous as well. So your best idea you could conger was to get some supplies for a calming medicine. It is a simple recipe to calm anything from overthinking thoughts to a shaking body. But what you didn't expect to see was an old face on your journey.

You stopped cutting the fungi, hearing the leaves and twigs snapping under the weight of someone's footing. You looked over to where the sound had come from while still crouching in front of the large elm tree. His smile caught you off guard. He has gotten bigger since you've seen him last. His pitch black ears stood straight up high, not even flopping as he tilted his head to the side.

"Funny seeing you here." His voice got deeper too. It's no longer the pitchy mismatch tone you remember. He aged the two years you've been gone. Well, out casted... you were stunned, to say the least. Standing up slowly, you dropped your items in the basket with caution. Your community was housed in the far east, almost two whole forestry's down. Why would he be this far out? Unless...

"Wolf, got your tongue?" He chuckled, taking a few steps towards you. Hairs on your body stood up straight as a bad feeling rushed into your gut. Even though he was a friend back then, he has become nothing more than a stranger now. He didn't stop or even fight to keep you in the community. All you can recall is seeing him watch from the sidelines as you were shunned out of the village. He was no friend to you.

"Why are you here?" You finally speak up, taking a step back from him. He watches you closely, moving in time with you. Until a tree stops your footing, making you unable to step away from him anymore.

"I thought you'd be more of, Hey it's so nice to see you. It's been ages. How have you been doing John? I'm fine y/n thanks for asking." His words got sharper as each one fell. He was annoyed at your hostility, getting tired of the way you are standing your guard up as if he was going to do something to you.

"Why are you here, John... What do you want?" You sounded more stern this time, trying to keep your ground. You weren't the little defenceless bunny anymore. You had a voice. Bucky helped you with that. John, however, didn't like this new you. You weren't mould-able anymore. He can't bend you like he used to.

"I see being around these flea-ridden pests has turned you sour. Where did your manners go..." He traps you against the tree and his large body. He looks you up and down, fingers grazing over your flopped fluffy ears. "Where did my innocent sweet puffball go?" He twists his fingers over your cottontail, tugging slightly, making you gasp out in disgust. His breath pooled on your cheek, his lips parting lightly as if he wanted to kiss you. You closed your eyes, waiting for the worst, but he pulled away entirely, sighing out while stretching.

"Come on, let's go to this cottage of yours while we wait." He picked up the basket you had dropped.

"Wait for what?" You instantly regretted asking once you hear him reply, your heart stopping at his words as your blood ran cold.

"You're coming home."

Time was ticking, and as the sun began to fade into the setting, Bucky's pacing became more prominent. Where were you? You said to meet at the bend where the water met the hill before the pack grounds, but you were nowhere to be seen. He's been waiting for around thirty minutes already. Something was wrong, and he could tell. His bond with you made his wolf scream out in pain. No, something was definitely off, and he needed to find you now.

"ARGH, how long does this take?" His annoyance is spilling out of his words. He just wanted this to be done. He didn't want to be around you any more than he had to, but he had to do it so he could finally get the title of knight back at the kingdom. You sat in the same spot for the past hour, watching John pace back and forth near the front door of your cottage. He was getting impatient, biting his nails in annoyance. You watched him, hugging yourself. Your breath was hitched. You weren't terrified of him, but fear-filled your senses at his restlessness. He started to become more and more driven by anger. He needed to be able to prove himself. So he can finally be put as a knight in their court. He needed to be better. And if it meant to hurt you, he'd do it. In truth, he might have been friends with you when you were young, but now all he sees is a stranger whenever your eyes meet. He was not the boy that used to play hide and seek with or play jumping Johns or run around the castle halls. He was nothing to you.

"J-John can we just tal—Shut up, will you? God" He is laced with venom, swinging his pocket knife around his fingers as he sat down at your dining table. You straighten yourself, gulping slightly, watching him in the next room slowly slip more and more into impatience.

"Why do they want me back? It's been years." You try pushing your luck again, asking him an array of questions, in hopes it might gift you knowledge, but as he racks his finger through his dark hair, you know all you're doing is pushing his buttons until he snaps.

"Can't you just sit there and not talk like you used to, huh? God being around that animal and his friends really made you so dumb." He stood up, turning his back to you to look out the window. You felt hurt, anger even. You were scared, but not scared enough to push your luck.

"Mate...." He turned his head, with an eyebrow raised. At your sudden bold tone, "Bucky is my mate... not some animal." A growl buried in your chest. Maybe the wolves have brushed off on you.

"M-mate? Wow, that is by far the most disturbing thing I've ever heard come out of your mouth." Displeasure boiled on his tongue as he stood up tall, walking towards you. Your eyes widened at his sudden movements, crawling back onto the couch further and further, trying to get more distance from him. He knelt down right in front of you, pointing his knife in your direction, tilting his head along with the blade.

"You are so delusional, you know that. Soulmates? Mates? Bonds? Wolves just use that excuse to fuck one another. You know that, right? He probably saw you and thought, this little.." He leant closer, "Innocent..." His breath brushed on your cheek. "Bunny..." The tip of his knife grazed your upper thigh. "Looks so fuckable. I'm going to take her and make her my fuck toy." The knife sliced your thigh drawing blood immediately as he pulled away chuckling. His back straightens up as he looks down on you.

"That's what you are, aren't you? His stupid little sex toy. A slut for his own pleasure and here I thought you'd grow up to be a smart independent rabbit, but look at you now." He spat at you, some of it landing on your shorts as you hissed in pain from the cut. Your hand tried its best to keep the wound from opening but it was no use, blood was painting your couch, thigh and clothes. You become frozen, tears pooling in your eyes. You knew for a fact his words weren't true, but they still hurt you. He knew nothing of Bucky, nothing of his romantic tropes and loving nature. He didn't know anything about your mate, but the depiction he strode out made your heart shatter.

"You know, screw—" Before he could finish his sentence, the front door bursts open with a very sweaty, hot, and angry Bucky in its frame. John shivered slightly. All his talk might mean one thing, but seeing an actual wolf was another.

"Want to finish that sentence, John?" Bucky's voice was low, lower than you've ever heard it. His eyes were crimson, the gold only a small detail in his red pools.

"H-How do you know my name?" John answered with a question, his ears flopping down as a dead give away he was becoming frightened. If it was one thing you remembered about John, it was he was all bark and no bite. Pun intended. Bucky tilted his head, a snapping sound echoing from it as he cracked the plate in his spine. His hands pulled at his black suit cuffs, straightening his blazer upon his deep maroon blouse that hid underneath.

"I know a lot about you. You be surprised how much I know about my darlings kingdom. Every rabbit, where they live. Even where the king and queen, their parents." He pointed with anger in his tone at you. "Where they rest their little heads at night." He stepped forward, deeper into the room when a horrid smell, a smell he wishes never to smell from you. Blood. His eyes grazed your body, seeing your hand still holding the flesh wound, hot blood slipping through the cracks of your fingers.

That's it all terms of charisma, composure and sense of calmness goes out the window. Looking at you one last time, his eyes meet Johns in pure red rage. John gulps, knowing what Bucky was looking at, but before he can even think about getting his was out of it, Bucky moved faster than anything he could see, pining John to the nearest wall by the throat. His fingers pinch down on his windpipe, and Bucky's teeth are bared.

"You should have really thought before you touched what is mine." Bucky's words rang in John's ears as he screamed out within the second, feeling his neck being pierced by sharp talon-like teeth. His flesh was ripped away in one motion, like a butter knife cutting through soft cream. James spat out the flesh along with the blood that had mixed with his saliva, dropping John to the ground, where he quickly grabbed his neck, gasping for air.

"You think we are animals. Being compelled by the need to hunt our prey..." He crouched down, becoming eye level with the dying rabbit. "If that's so true, then I guess this makes you my prey..."

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lanadelreyscokewhor3 · 2 years

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PLAYING DANGEROUS- J.B BARNES

Pairing: Dark! Cop! Bucky x Dark! Fem! Reader

Word Count: 5.2k

Summary: after finding out your husband has been cheating on you with dozens, you do the only logical thing. burn the house down with him trapped in it. when telling the police about your little fake sob story, one officer sees right through you- and needs payment to keep his mouth shut.

WARNING: THIS FIC CONTAINS DARKER CONTENT SUCH AS MURDER, AARSON, MANIPULATION ETC. PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.

Warnings: SMUT, praise kink, degradation kink, dumbfication kink, manipluation, daddy kink, bondage, size kink, slight breeding kink, murder, aarson, drugs, cheating, petnames, swearing, small mention of violence, hair pulling, over stim

“everybody knows i'm a good girl, officer no, i wouldn't do a thing like that, that's for sure the house was already on fire, i swear i'm not a liar”- playing dangerous, lana del rey (unreleased)

Notes: im re-uploading this because im proud of it and im manifesting it does well and that you all enjoy it! xoxo claire

His screams were sudden over the roar of the creeping flames.

They were loud, hollow and frantic as the smell of burning fabric alerted him from a deep sleep. It wasn't the fire alarms. You had made sure beforehand that they wouldn't go off, made sure the piercing, shrieking pounds stayed mute.

Now all you could smell was burning flesh.

Its charred, meaty smelt stank of beef in a frying pan. The glimpse of his skin, crimson and black as it flaked off made you smile as you turned on your heel.

The image of his t-shirt, the one you hated more than anything because it stank of her, now dripped like candlewax off his skin.

Good.

Let it stain him.

Let him be branded on his very flesh as he died, so in the afterlife, he would be reminded of her. So that he could think of each whore he had fucked, had used for his pleasure behind your back as you worked for him.

Tried to make him happy.

You were done with that now, had decided you were done with him the minute you had poured the gasoline over the drapes and across the bedsheets.

The very match you had lit to determine his fate was used to light the smoke propped between your lips, the cigarette smoke that trickled in your lungs sweet with the taste of revenge. His screams had followed you down the hall, out the door and into the yard as you watched the smoke rise from the cracked windows, out into the starry sky above.

It was satisfying. It felt good.

So good, you couldn't help but laugh as you watched all the memories of your past relationship go up in flames, the hot reds and oranges illuminating a fire within your own soul.

A passion, that hadn't been there before, a hint of a spark that he had dulled.

It wouldn't be long now before the entire house was ablaze, the neighbors too far away and hidden from groves of thick trees and bushes to see the colorful inferno happening before you.

Of course, you had to do everything yourself. That part- hadn't changed.

Taking a deep breath in through your nose, you sighed as you pulled out your phone from your jacket pocket, You had snatched it before you had set the house aflame, a plan already in motion for what you'd tell the cops.

It was no challenge turning on the false worry and anxiety with each octave in your voice, the practice coming naturally to you throughout the years. You had used it to try and get Donavin to see you.

To listen to you, to hear you out whenever you would raise your voice to voice a small opinion. He had brushed you off with the wave of his hand, or a smack across the cheek- the rings he wore still etched in your cheeks.

He would listen now. He had no choice.

Dialing 911, you waited for the receiver to pick up, tears already activated and streaming down your cheeks as you shakily held the phone. “911, what is your emergency?” the monotone voice sounded from the other side of the phone, following the script they had been trained to say.

Just like how you were trained by Donavin.

“My house, it's on fire! My husband is trapped inside and I can't get him out- I can’t- I can’t-” you sobbed, clutching your chest, tears blurring your vision as the flames grew larger, the snapping of wood and embers a soft melody in the background.

“Okay, okay ma’am calm down. Where are you located? We’re sending a team right now to help you.”

And that was that, you smiled to yourself, listening to the operator instruct you on every little thing to keep you calm, trying to distract you with questions.

As if you cared. As if you were worried about that hunk of shit who was getting roasted like a turkey on Thanksgiving.

The sound of sirens were still far down in the distance, the wails echoing through the forest as they neared.

It was all going according to plan, you thought with a smile, a middle finger lifted up to the remains of the house before you.

You didn't miss him. Not one bit.

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“It was all supposed to go to plan! I miss him so much already…” you wailed, clutching your chest as you fell against the cop car, struggling to breathe. They didnt know it was from the smoke intake, not from the shock of your husband dying.

The less they knew- the better.

“I went out to the store to pick up some chocolates for him, wanting to surprise him after work, and when I came home-” your voice broke, another wail escaping from your lips as you sobbed, a group of officers attempting to calm you as the fake tears fell.

“We were supposed to have a nice night together! He was supposed to get my gifts. And now.. and now-”

“There, there dear.” an officer shushed, a hand placed on your shoulder as he slowly guided you away from the flashing lights and the frantic noises.

If this was his attempt at comforting, he was borderline shit at it. He was lucky you didnt actually miss your husband, because holy fuck.

“I’ll take you to the chief and you can tell him exactly what happened okay? He’s right over here.” he said cautiously, as if you were a frightened animal he didn’t know how to approach.

Part of you didn't blame him for being so close guarded. You wouldn't know how to console someone ether if their husband died in a fire. There wasn't really a handbook, a guide for dummies if you will on the subject matter.

You expected the chief wouldn't show much sympathy, a quick ‘sorry ma’am’ and a sad nod, sending you off on your way. You were hoping- praying you could get away from the bustles of people.

They never seemed to end. Who knew a fire took so many god damn people to put out?

The sounds of the water streaming from the hose made you jump, your head craned over your shoulder to attempt to see where the firemen had started to sizzle out the flames from the officer's grip.

It tightened, guiding you onwards towards the back of the mob, the sounds of walkie-talkies buzzing and voices all going dull in your mind, like radio static.

It was a game you liked to play with yourself, when things became too much. Tune out each station, flicker the dial until you could focus in on one conversation.

You often did it when Donvian would talk, his grating voice making you focus on anything else but him. The birds chirping. The cars honking. The sounds of the dozens of women he had invited over for ‘business meetings’, their high-pitched, fake and scratchy voices better than his own.

It was all slowly muffling now as you made your way over to the tall, bulky shadow that stretched out before you, the man's back turned. His voice was low and deep, filled to the brim with authority. Power that you couldn't shake, the monotones of his voice seeming to stain your very soul.

“Chief, this is Mrs- sorry Ms. Y/LN.” the officer whose grip seemed like claws digging into your skin noted, handing you off as if you were a child going to daycare for the day while he spent the next few hours drinking stale coffee and complaining about his job before he came to pick you up.

You were thankful to be free of his grip, but when the man turned, its as if that grip was suctioned back to you. Tendons clawing at your throat, stealing the air from your lungs.

He was beautiful. Breath-takingly beautiful.

The blues and reds of the lights shown against his tan skin, reflecting the highlights in his dark, slightly messy hair, and the stubble that followed along his sharp jawline. His lips were full and soft, cheeks slightly rosy as he surveyed you from where he towered over you.

His eyes. Oh god, they pierced you. Could see right through your very lies, your actions and desires.

It was right then and there the memory of your mother played through your head like a film reel, the edges warped and fading. Beautiful men are dangerous, Y/N. They can make you think anything they want you to- because of that. It's a cruel game they play. She had said, sitting in that worn armchair she loved so much, the stitching tattered and fraying as she’d prop a smoke between her lips.

She was a cruel woman herself, cold to the touch and distanced. But she was wise. Any wisdom she had gifted you before her passing had been thrown out the window now as you looked at his man, entranced by him.

You wanted to play his game. Even if it was cruel.

“Thank you Officer.” he said sternly, coldness laced in his voice like brandy as he turned to you. You swallowed, unsure of how to approach him. You tended to be cautious when it came to men, never knowing how to react.

They were all so different to read, each of their book spines cracked in unique ways.

You had an act to perform. You were the submissive wife, the tormented and heartbroken, as delicate as a piece of shattered glass. He was hard to read, but not impossible. He liked control, and he liked power. He liked that he had that, and that he had gained it by respect. This man was at a point in his life where he could say anything to anyone, and they'd listen.

So you would too, to understand him better.

“Sir?” you whispered, voice breaking as you willed the tears to stream down your cheeks again. He just looked at you, eyes sparkling with undeniable hunger.

“I’m not going to bother asking if you're okay.” was all he said, handcuffs jangling from his belt as he shifted, propping the car door open. “Why not?” you asked, genuinely intrigued.

It seemed like something everyone asked. Something everyone had to ask despite whatever had happened, whether that be a minute ago, or a second.

So why wasn't he?

“Because I already know the answer to that question. Would you like me to ask it anyways?” You shook your head, cat seeming to grab at your tongue. He had a fire in him, just like the one ablaze behind you.

“Alright then. Get in the car dolly. We’re going for a ride.” he nodded, shooing you towards the car. “In the front?”

“Do I have a reason to put you in the back?”

Yes. Yes you do, but I don't fuckin regret it one bit.

“Of course not Shierf.” you murmured anxiously, unsure of where this was going. You decided to play the game. Stick with it.

The door slammed shut behind you as you slid onto the worn leather seat, your foot tapping against the car mat as his whistle sounded from the other side of the car.

“Where are we going?” you asked as the key was placed in the ignition, the car revving to life as the doors locked. You were trapped. “For a drive.” was all he said, voice low and husky.

You didnt even know this man's name, yet you were forced into a car against our will with him. It seemed formal introductions didnt apply to this man after all.

He was an officer of the law. He had sworn an oath. Surely he was fine.

The wheels rolled slowly, gravel crunching under the tires as he made his way around the dozens of vehicles and people mingling around the skeletons of your house. The keys jangling as the car bounced through potholes was the only noise you could focus on, yur breathing too uneven to try and listen to it to stay calm.

You needed a pattern. Something you could repeat, over and over again. Or a distraction, from whatever thoughts were brewing in the cauldron of your brain.

“You know my name. What's yours?” you asked timidly, glancing over at his hands gripping the steering wheel as you picked up speed down the highway, gravel roads now long behind you. “Bucky.” he nodded curtly, eyes glancing up to peer in the rearview.

“Okay, Bucky- sir. What are we doing?”

“Going for a drive.” he noted again, eyebrow raised as he looked over at you, mouth drawn into a flat line. Smart ass. “What are we doing, after this drive I mean? Surely we cant drive forever.”

His foot pressed down on the gas even harder, the numbers increasing at an alarming rate. You were going much faster than the bent and twisted signs that scattered beside the road. “We’re going to the station, and you're going to be a good girl and answer some questions for me.”

Your eyes widened, hands beginning to fidget nervously with the lace of your little white dress. You weren't really nervous about the questioning, as you had rehearsed the lines in your head after you had dialed for the cops.

But of course, you had to pretend. Maybe he’d go easier on you, a frightened little widow who was sleep deprived and in shock. Bucky sensed this, feeling your anxiety muster as he looked over at you quickly before flickering his eyes back out onto the empty road.

“I’m not going to hurt you, okay? You're safe. You just need to answer a few questions, and then we can find someplace do you to stay at.” he murmured softly, his demeanor changing suddenly.

You swallowed, nodding as you cast your view out the window. The little town appeared small as you neared it, but it grew larger rather quickly as you flew down the old, winding road.

Something about Bucky made you anxious. He wouldn't hurt you. But you felt... intimidated by him. Something you had felt about many men before- like Donvian.

You would simply take care of this issue, brush off the chip on your shoulder and watch the pieces crumble to the ground.

But with Bucky, it was different.

There was something about him you couldn't quite hake, a chip suddenly becoming a gaping hole the longer you studied him. It was almost as if you wanted to be intimidated by him. You wanted him to have this unspoken sense of control, to be able to tug on the leash as he so chose. You wanted to trust him with control.

Stupid, stupid girl. Your mother's voice rang through your ears, ringing louder and louder as you slowed to a halt as the light turned red.

The town was asleep for the night, the blinds drawn shut on businesses, doors locked and the sidewalks empty. The wind seemed to howl through the streets, a shiver racking up your spine despite the windows being rolled up. A dim, green light reflected onto Bucky's face as he drove towards the corner, where the station remained.

It was a very small town, so it was expected that he would be one of the only officers in the station. Especially with the little show you had thrown together tonight. You were anxious to be alone with Bucky for such a long period of time, but excited too.

A thought then occurred to you, hating you in your tracks as you went to unbuckle your seatbelt as he placed the cruiser in park.

“I don't have a place to stay at. My mother died seven years ago, and my fathers abandoned me. The only place I have is a pile of ash and charred wood.” you whispered, not thinking that part through.

Fuck. Fuck, fuck fuck.

“Yes you do.” he looked at you with sincerity in his eyes, a hint of reassurance. “You always have a place to stay dollface.”

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“Do you really have to put those tight handcuffs on?” you pouted, wincing as he fastened them to your wrists, the metal chain clanging against the table. It was empty as he guided you through the halls to the integration room, the sounds of his boots scruffing the tile echoing off the walls.

The lights were bright, the fluoresces making you squint as he flicked them off as you sat in the cold, metal chair. “It's protocol with everyone. It's just until the questions are over and done with.”

He didn't need to handcuff you. He wanted you bound and helpless.

“Fine. So tell me…do you always work alone so late?” you teased, drumming your nails against the table, the tension thick in the air as it choked you.

You’d get yourself out of this mess. You always did with men.

“I’m questioning you sweetheart. Don't get any ideas.” he raised an eyebrow, pulling up a chair to sit across from you. It was romantic in a way, you thought- the way he was looking at you with such longing. You felt like there should be candles lit, platters filled with food and goblets filled with wine with how the two of you were eyeing each other.

“Ask away then sir. You can ask me anything you want.” you smirked, running the script over and over again in your mind as he leaned back in his chair.

“Can you give me a run down, in your own words as to what happened tonight, Ms. Y/L/N?.”

Fine. Straight to the point.

“I was at home, waiting for Donvian to come home from work. I then had this wonderful idea to run to the store, Macks General, to pick him up some gifts, to surprise him. At 9:11pm, if you must know. I came back and..” you trailed off, picking at your cuticles as you cast your gaze downwards.

“I see. And what gifts did you get him?” he asked, pulling out a pad from his pocket, scribbling down the lies you were spitting at him. “His favorite bottle of scotch and a box of chocolates.” you replied sternly, not liking where this was going.

“Tell me, Ms. Y/L/N, why was Donvian coming home so late? He works at the law office in town, correct? They close at seven pm.” he stated, twirling his pen around those beautiful, calloused fingers of his, hypnotizing you.

He was fucking some other whore. Some stank, his secretary- in his office, probably telling her she was beautiful and worthy of his love.

“He had some extra paperwork for one of his clients he ahd to work on. Confidential.” you smiled. “Of course. Sweetheart, was Donvian cheating on you?”

The question struck you like an electric shock, your muscles tensing as you tried to hide the alarm on your face. “What makes you think that?” you snarled, growing more defensive by the minute, your chains clanging against the table.

“I’m simply putting the pieces together as I see them sweetheart. So tell me, was he? There's no point lying to me.”

He was right. He had that part figured out. Maybe if you told him the truth, he’d pity you, and go easier on you than he was right now. You sighed in defeat, wanting nothing more than to curl up into a ball and sleep.

“Yes.”

“Oh you poor thing.” he cooed, pity etched in his face, his eyes dripping with sympathy. You could tell if it was real, or a means to get you to confess.

“If you think for one second that would lead me to burning my own house to the ground, with a human being inside of it- you're wrong. I can get revenge in other ways.” you growled, struggling against the handcuffs, biting your lip as they dug into your skin, rubbing the flesh.

Bucky just smirked, tapping his pen in reputation. As if this were fun for him.

“Everybody knows that I’m a good girl officer. The house was already on fire- I swear I’m not a liar.”

“Are you sure about that angel?” he asked, chair squeaking against the linoleum as you gulped. “Because I already called Macks, asking for a description. You matched it perfectly, buying gasoline and a pack of cigarettes. So tell me angel, are you such a good girl?”

Your heartbeat raced as he stood up suddenly, chair scraping enough the floor, making you flinch as his large hands banged down on the metal. “Yes. I’m a good girl.” you whimpered, not able to meet his eyes as he made his way over to you, his stance predatory as he came up behind you.

“You wanna know what I think?” he asked mockingly, voice pricking into your skull like needles.

Don't answer. Do not reply Y/N.

A sharp tug to your hair made you wince, neck snapping back to meet his glare, dark blue eyes peering at your soul as you felt a growl rise in your throat. “Do you?”

“Yes.” you snarled, knowing you'd have no choice but to hear his little sprawl. He could think whatever he wanted to think- you wouldn't confess.

“I think your husband was sleeping around, and you got upset. As you should. But instead of doing the mature thing and divorcing him- you decided to burn the house down, with him in it. Did I get it right sweetheart?”

Another tug burned your scalp and you growled, slamming your hands down on the table. “No. Fuck. You.” A deep chuckle rumbled from behind you, and you wanted nothing more than to claw at the man.

He was finding humor out of all of this.

“Oh she uses her big girl word huh? Well before you go on your plea about how I’m a lying, sick fuck sweetheart, let me tell you what I know.”

“Nothing. You know nothing.” you hissed, pulse racing as you felt your panties dampen the harder he tugged at your hair, the closer he moved to your skin. His breath was hot on your skin as he crouched down, whispering in your ear.

“ I know that there's no one here right now. It's just the two of us. And I know that the rougher I am, the wetter you get.” You clenched your thighs together, foot bouncing eagerly as his hand caressed your neck, teasing you.

He sniffed the air, a grin plastered on his face as you whimpered. “I can smell you, you dirty, dirty girl. You like this- don't you?”

“Questioning is over now officer.” you stated, yanking your hands against the cuffs, the chain jangling as you attempted to break free. Of course, there was no use. You were trapped here until he let you go, and that wasn't going to happen anytime soon.

Didn't stop you from trying anyways, as you were able to break free of Donvian restraints he had bound to you for so many years.

” Questioning is over when I say it’s over, dolly. I wouldn't want to let the word slip a poor, innocent little wife brutally murdered her husband- would I?” he mocked, forcing your head down on the table, your hand helplessly splayed out at your sides per his strength.

Your legs wobbled as he stole the chair from under you, tossing it in a corner, clattering to the ground as you winced.

“Please.” was all you could murmur, the fight slowly draining out of you.

You wanted this. You wanted this man to fuck you so hard you couldn't walk. But you knew the second he entered you, you'd do whatever he'd say. You'd tell him whatever he wanted to hear.

You were trapped in his game, and had fallen directly into his lap. It was the dangerous thing about beautiful men. Suddenly, you wish you had listened to your mothers warning.

“Please what dolly? Please don't say anything? Or please fuck that pretty little pussy of yours?” he drawled, country accent thick as he flipped up your dress, the cool air hitting your soaked panties making you shiver in delight. “Both.”

“Both? Greedy girl eh? How bout this-” he leaned in close, hand slipping down to brush against the soft skin f your inner thighs. “I’ll keep my lips zipped, if you let me do whatever I want to you. You’re mine.” he whispered, pinching your skin between his fingers, making you squeak out.

“Yes. Whatever you want sir.” You had signed a deal with the devil with a pen and quill right then in there.

But what option did you really have? He had the upper hand.

You could feel his sly grin piercing through your soul, your nipples hardening and poking from the thin fabric as you squirmed in place, the restraints holding you to his every touch.

Making you stay there and take it.

It didn't help his much larger, beefy body was changing you in. “Oh sweetheart, it's just so hard isn't it? So hard trying to fight those thoughts screaming at you that this is wrong, and that this is bad for you?” he tsked, a thumb stroking your shoulder blade in a soothing motion as his other hand tugged your flimsy panties down.

“I know sweet girl. But you dont need to think, okay? You aren't in control here. Let daddy do the thinking, little one. Just take what I give you.” he hummed softly, the sound of his belt jangling making your heart race with excitement.

“I’m sorry. I didnt mean to, he just made me so mad-” you cried, your tears falling before you could stop them, the facade cracking at the seams the more he touched you. “He didnt deserve a sweet lil thing like you. You're such a good girl, aren't you?”

You nodded, words trapped in your throat as Bucky slipped two fingers down to your cunt, smearing your slick on his fingers, popping them in his mouth with a moan.

So sweet. Such a sweet thing. His words set you on fire, as if you were the one trapped in that house. As if you were the one whole limbs were set aflame, scorching and burning recking of tar.

There was next to no warning before he slipped into you, hand parting your legs ever so slightly, a sweet coo and a kiss placed to the exposed skin on your shoulder. “OH GOD-” you cried, the stretch burning as he slowly pushed into your entrance, an intruder.

“Such a big stretch aint it doll face? So pretty n tight for me.” he growled, the handcuffs rubbing and digging into your skin as you struggled to reach for him, to grip onto anything to steady yourself.

It hurt. He hurt.

Bucky was like a cigarette. Something you knew that was wrong for you, something that eventually kill you someday, taking its sweet time as it seemed into every pore- draining you of life.

But it felt so good. So, so very fucking good.

You were hugging him, gripping him as he fully entered you, making you mewl like a kitten. “Did he ever fuck you like this?” he asked softly, a sense of sudden compassion and urgency entering his voice as he took in your disheveled state, sliding out of you, your slick coating his dick making him groan.

‘He rarely fucked me.” you confessed softly, body jolting as he thrust back into you with such force you felt the air sucked dry from your lungs. “Yea? He didnt fucking deserve a pretty slut like you. Explains this tight cunt though.” he snarled, the sound of his balls slapping through the air as they pounded against your ass, sounding with your moans and whimpers.

“Please- don’t-tell-” you gasped, feeling his cunt brush your g-spot, eyes mindlessly rolling back in pleasure as he chuckled darkly. “You want me to keep my mouth shut hm honey? How far will you go so I don’t let it slip up?”

“Anything!” you whined, knowing you were mindlessly falling for his spell with each snap of his hips. Bucky’s hands had tightened on your hips, gripping you through the soft, lacey fabric, your slick smearing and running down your inner thighs as you drooled.

“Look at you doing big girl things. First, you burn your husband, now this? So much in one night for your little brain eh?”

Yes. Yes it's too much.

From the rough pounding your cunt was receiving to the feeling of the shackles digging into your flesh, you feared you'd overflow. It was an addiction. An adrenaline rush you could shake, creeping up on you faster and faster the heavier your breathing got, the low tide in your lower core becoming a tsunami as you clenched around him madly.

No words could be uttered as you came with a high-pitched cry, fingernails scratching against the metal. “Look atchu, just creamin on my cock.” he cooed, yanking on your hair to snap your head back, the action alone making you bare your teeth, your fierce spark catching lame once more as you stared at him.

“M’not on any pills.” you mumbled incoherently. “Well ain't that a drag?” he teased, hips sputtering as he came inside you with a grunt, head thrown back in pleasure as he moaned your name.

“Not inside. Can’t- can’t inside.”

“Too bad.” he whispered mockingly, and you winced as you felt the warm, oozing liquid seep out of your abused hole s he pulled out gently. “Bucky- we can't-”

“You dont have the upper hand in this doll. You said anything, don’t you remember?”

You were done for. Done.

“You won't tell, right?” you asked nervously, a small yelp escaping you as he snapped the elastic band back up over your hips, his cum sticking to your puffy, swollen cunt.

“My lips are sealed honey.” he smiled, hand spanking your ass playfully as he zipped his pants back up quickly, as if nothing had happened.

As if he hadn't just rearranged your guts had made you a drooling, cockdrunk mess on his dick.

You lifted your wrists hopefully, praying he’d unlock the cuffs and free you. He clucked his tongue, shaking his head with a smile.

If you can't stand the heat, then get out of the fire- you might get what you desire.

You had gotten yourself into this mess. You had been played by another man. But this time, you weren't sure if you were so against it. You watched with curiosity as he pulled out his phone, punching in a number and bringing it to his ear to prevent you from hearing the voice on the other end.

You knew better than to ask questions.

“Rogers? Yeah I got her here with me. She's bound.” A murmur voiced from the other side, something the mystery man said making Bucky chuckle, voice low and deep.

“Yeah she's trouble.” He tilted his head, winking at you. It was confusing, the way he treated you. Like an angel one second, like a devil the next.

You just prayed he was feeling angelic after that little fiasco the two of you had gotten into a few minutes prior.

“We’re going to need backup. Call Murdock.”

You gulped. Oh god.

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They don’t know you the way I do

Pairing - Bucky Barnes x f!reader

Based on the prompt, 'I am afraid you'll end up seeing me the way I see myself.'

Summary - Bucky overhears a conversation between some agents about the both of you and he couldn't help but agree.

Warnings - Deprecating thoughts, shitty agents and just some fluff!

Word Count - 2.6k

Bucky tried to ignore them. He always did.

It had been this way since he joined the team. Steve asked him to not be bothered. It would fade away sooner or later. But it didn't. It's been a year since he came into the tower and if anything else, the whispers had increased.

Bucky didn't blame them. He didn't blame them when they didn't want to ride the same elevator as him even if it meant waiting extra for another one. He didn't blame them when they took the longer route because they didn't want to walk across the same hallway as him. He didn't blame them when they stared at his metal arm with fear and disgust in their eyes. He didn't even blame them when they would whisper about him behind his back but fall dead silent once he looked their way.

Truth was, he was convinced he would do the same if he could.

Sometimes, he could hear bits of what they were talking about him. Owing to his super hearing.

It was ....... not pleasant. They questioned his position in the team. Placed bets on how long it would take for him to get back to what he used to be. Made guesses on why Tony let him stay in the tower considering what he did to his parents.

Bucky tried his best to tune out everything they said. To not think much about their actions. They were just SHIELD agents and people working in the tower anyways. Bucky knew there was a whole world of people outside thinking about him this way. At least the team didn't think about him like he was a timed bomb about to explode anytime.

After everything, Tony understood that it wasn't Bucky's fault. Nat was understanding considering the similarities of their past. Bruce just kept to himself, spending most of his time in the lab. With Sam, even though Bucky wouldn't admit this on his grave, he had found a friend in him. Or atleast a tolerable aquaintance.

Steve tried getting him to who he used to be. The outspoken charmer, who lived life like there was no tomorrow. But what he didn't realise was that Bucky could never be that person again. He couldn't just walk into the world picking girls, going to clubs, drinking and enjoying life. That's what 70 years with Hydra does to you.

Sometimes, Bucky felt guilty. His best friend wanted to see the Bucky Barnes from the 40s not the weapon Hydra made him or the broken, lost man he was now.

So, no, Bucky didn't really care about what the SHIELD agents had to say about him. Not until now, Not until they also included you..

You were like the morning sunshine. The kind you could travel across the country to see because just one glimpse of it could make you feel peaceful, like everything was going to be alright. With the prettiest smile he had ever seen, you could make anyone feel better, like there is always light at the end of a tunnel. Like this life is worth living.

You looked at him like he's safe. Like he's more human than weapon.

But Bucky knew better. And it was only a matter of time till you realised it too.

But that didn't happen. You didn't treat him like he was a timed bomb, or a weapon, or like he was delicate glass, who would break at the slightest pressure.

So, no, Bucky didn't like what he heard today. For the first time in so long,, the whisperings bothered him. Because, they were true and they included you.

It was a pretty much normal day at the compound. As normal as a house of the Earth's mightiest heroes could be. Bucky was walking in after his morning run when he heard it.

There were a couple of agents. Bucky didn't want to listen to them. He really didn't but to hell with his super hearing.

They were talking about him. Bucky sighed inaudibly. Why couldn't this elevator come anytime sooner? It was just the usual stuff. How he shouldn't be a part of the team. How he should be in a prison after what he had committed because even if Hydra asked him to do it, it was still him. Bucky almost scoffed at the word, 'asked him to'. Hydra did have a very pleasant way of asking.

Some of them were softer. Who suggested a mental asylum. Well, Bucky would rather go to a prison, he thinks.

The elevator reaches him and the doors open with a ding, that's when he hears it, your name. They were talking about you now and Bucky doesn't climb inside the elevator. That could wait.

One of the agent says how kind it was of you to get all of them cupcakes after the gruesome mission. How you were so humble even after being an Avenger. Bucky almost smiles at that. He could never get tired of listening to people talk good about you.

But then their tone changes. Their conversations include him now. And Bucky is stepping inside the elevator when he hears it.

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"Hey, Nat. Have you seen Bucky?" You call out to your best friend when you find her looking into her phone. You have been searching for Bucky for the past half an hour and he was nowhere to be seen. There were no missions today and the training grounds were empty. If it had been anyone other than Bucky, you would have thought he went out but it couldn't be the case with him.

Nat looks up at you with a smirk on her face and you internally roll your eyes. It was stupid to ask her but the damage had been done so might as well go with it.

"I haven't seen him since morning. I thought you would know but it seems like your spying skills have gotten rusty." You take a jab at her and a smile crepts your face when the smirk is removed from her face.

"I haven't seen him too. He didn't show up for breakfast. Did you try calling him?"

"I did. It's switched off. I am surprised he didn't even show up for training today." You sighed as you realised this wasn't going anywhere. You had looked for him everywhere but couldn't find him. It was probably nothing, but you couldn't help but worry.

"What I am more surprised at is the fact that he knows how to switch off his mobile." Nat replies with a slight chuckle, amused at her own attempt at a joke.

"Nat." You gave her a pointed look.

"All right. Did you look for him in his room?"

"Of course. I - " You are about to tell her that it was obviously the first place you looked when it strikes you. You knew exactly where he was. It baffles you that you hadn't thought of that before.

"Ha. So, you forgot to look into his room? Great, smart ass." Nat breaks your train of thought.

You wanted to tell her that that wasn't the case but then that would be followed with more of her questions and you didn't have time for that right now. So, you just narrowed your eyes at her and walked out of the living room.

"I guess it's you whose spying skills are going rusty, but I get it. Love makes us do stupid things." She calls out to you and you couldn't thank the heavens enough that your back was turned towards her. You wouldn't admit it on your grave, but you liked Bucky, a lot, much more than a friend. Scratch that, who were you kidding? You were irrevocably in love with him. How could you not? Bucky was the most gentle, sweet and attentive person you had ever met. And the fact that he looked like that didn't help your case either.

But you hadn't told anyone. Nat had caught up to some extent but you would walk upto your grave before admitting it to her.

Before you had realised, you had reached the roof. You knew you would find him there.

You slowly walked on the roof and noticed how peaceful the sky looked today. It was beautiful and you would have stayed to admire it if it wasn't for the worry increasing inside you.

You looked around and your eyes finally landed on the slumped soldiers of the supersoldier. He looked defeated like he was carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders.

You slowly walked upto him and stood by his side.

"Buck?" You called out to him softly as the wind rustled your hair.

Bucky looked up and his eyes met your concerned ones. You were worried about him but he couldn't understand why. He couldn't understand why you cared so much.

"You didn't show up for breakfast or training. You should have, I kicked Nat's ass in the gym today. You should have seen her face. She blamed it on Steve distracting her." You let out a light chuckle and hoped that this would lighten his mood like it usually did, but when you looked at him, you were taken aback to see that he was still staring ahead with a grim expression on his face.

"Buck, are you okay? I am getting worried now." You asked gently, concern dripping from your voice.

Bucky opened his mouth to tell you that he was fine, that there was nothing to be worried about. But once he looked at you, all those lies died at his tongue. How could he lie to you when you were looking at him like that? With tensed brows, concerned eyes, parted lips, like you would do anything to ease his pain. He couldn't lie to you now, or ever, for that matter but he couldn't tell you the truth either.

"I - "

"Don't you dare say that you are fine, Buck. I can see it." Bucky let out a sigh and began again. "I was coming back from my run and - I - I just heard some agents talking."

Your concern changed into anger rather quickly. You hated the people who talked about Bucky that way behind his back. You couldn't understand why they just couldn't see him. Not the winter soldier or the Avenger, just him. "Bucky, don't listen to them. They don't know you. You are not what they say. You - "

"They were not talking about me. They were talking about us." Bucky interrupted you and looked away. He didn't want to see your expression when you realised what you had got yourself into by just being around him, by being his friend.

"Us?" You were genuinely confused. What could they be talking about the both of you? What could it be that got him so upset? It was common for people to assume that you were a couple. Did that bother him so much? This thought hurt you more than it should have.

Bucky thought about it for a moment. You deserved to know. Even if it meant the inevitable will happen and you would finally realise what being with him was doing to you, he had to tell you. "They were saying how bizarre it was for us to be friends. How exhausting it would be for you to have me around. How I was sucking away all your light. It's as if like - like we are the Beauty and the beast."

Your heart broke at his words. He didn't deserve it. He didn't deserve any of the harsh things that had happened to him and definitely not these words spoken by people who didn't even know him. You wanted to tell him what a lie those words were. You wanted to convince him till your last breathe that that was not so. That he was not sucking away your light, that he actually lightened up your world. But you knew those words weren't exactly the problem here. "And you believe them?" You asked in a small voice.

Bucky couldn't look at you when he nodded his head. He didn't want to believe those agents, but he couldn't help but agree. The both of you weren't supposed to be friends. It was silly of him to silently wish you could ever be anything more.

Your heart boke even more. How could he not know that you cared about him too much to even give the words of those agents any thought? That you were so concerned about him that you couldn't breathe? That you just wanted him to be happy? That you were in love with him?

"Buck.." You sighed and took his hands towards you so he faced you. When his eyes met yours, you realised there were tears threatening to come out of his baby blues.

"You should know this ... I don't care about what they think. I - " When Bucky opened his mouth to interrupt, you kept a hand on his mouth. "Please, just listen. I don't care about what they think, Buck 'cause I know that's not true. You are not a beast, you never were. You are the kindest, the sweetest, the most understanding, the most gentle, the softest and simply the best man I know. I understand that you don't think that highly of yourself right now, Buck, but trust me, I would convince you till my last breathe if that's what it takes." You removed your hand from his mouth and placed it on his cheek.

Bucky could never get tired of how gentle your touch was. In all honesty, he would hold you there for eternity if he could. If you were his. But for that to even be a possibility, he first had to voice his biggest fears, "I am afraid you'll end up seeing me the way I see myself."

You could feel tears pooling in your eyes for the man you loved, as you replied, "Look at yourself through my eyes, Buck. You'll know just how much you mean to me."

You had sad that with so much emotion, Bucky's heart skipped a beat. You were looking at him as if he had hung the moon and the stars, like he was the most precious thing in the whole world. You were looking at him the same way he was pretty sure he looked at you. Like you loved him too.

Before he could even realise what he was doing, he leans in a little.

Your heart is beating so fast, you are pretty sure he could hear it. Before you could change your mind, you lean in too.

As your lips meet, the world seems to stop. The whispers in Bucky's mind remind him not so politely how he didn't deserve it. How he didn't deserve you. But your kiss silences those whisperings and the whole world condenses around him until you are the only one comprising it.

As the necessity to breathe arose, you broke apart. But fearing that all this was a mere dream and the other will vanish, you keep close and lean till your foreheads touch eack other.

You stay like that for a long time. The only sound being your breathing. The silence conveys everything and none of you wants to ruin the moment with words.

After what could have been hours or mere seconds, you ask slowly, "Buck?"

When he hummed and you knew he was listening, you continued, "Who were the agents? I promise I'd just talk."

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Random Thought: Bucky Barnes

The Winter Soldier

It wasn’t something that happened very much anymore.

The trigger words had been removed from Bucky like a parasite but he can never forget what happened and he will never forget who he was as The Winter Soldier.

You had spoken about how it still scares him. How he describes still feeling him in his head, as if he’s another person just waiting to take over, and he has done it before. Usually it’s something that only happens in a fight, a really bad one. Occasionally on a mission his mind will slip back into that place it was in when he was the soldier, he describes it almost like someone else taking the reigns when something is too bad. Steve and Natasha had both seen it while on missions with Bucky and they didn’t see it as a problem necessarily as he was mission oriented and focused but it made Bucky scared, terrified one day it would happen when he was around you. You assured him that it wouldn’t happen as long as you didn’t go getting yourself into a fire fight.

Well, one day it did.

You had been out on a date night. It wasn’t something you did all the time as both you and Bucky were much more home bodies but he liked to take you out and treat you once in a while. You had dinner and later went to a bar on the walk home for a few drinks, while Bucky was in the bathroom a few guys had started hitting on you and unfortunately wouldn’t take ‘no’ for an answer. You had tried to brush them off 6 times before you made eye contact with Bucky across the bar, quickly placing your glass down and moving towards him, ready to leave when the largest of the three decided that you were being rude by leaving and that you weren’t going anywhere, grabbing ahold of your arm quite hard.

Bucky had become accustomed to how gentle he had to be with you, especially as a super soldier as you were so sensitive. You may be able to take a pounding but you bruise so easily and he is only willing to see certain kinds of marks on your body. You saw something change in Bucky’s eyes even from 10 feet away as soon as this man touched you and you knew that you wouldn’t be able to stop him, so you didn’t try.

Not even 30 seconds later all 3 guys were laid out on the ground, god knows how many broken bones, all definitely concussed and all anyone in the bar did was cheer for your blue eyed boyfriend, all of the women in here clearly grateful to him for putting them in their place.

Speaking of blue eyes, they were trained on you instantly as soon as the last idiot hit the floor, nearly stormy grey at this point and he stomped towards you immediately. You weren’t scared, you would never be scared of Bucky but you decided to just go along with whatever it was he needed next, seeing that he wasn’t himself at the moment. You knew Bucky better than anyone and that look on his face wasn’t one you recognized.

You were in his arms instantly and he was pulling you from the bar, out the door and down the street. You had a hard time keeping up with his steps, though he didn’t hold you hard or pull you roughly, instead when you first nearly stumbled he paused, turning to you. You started to apologize but he cut you off promptly, swinging you up into his arms, one hand under your butt and keeping your dress from exposing you when your legs wrapped around his waist and the other hand on your back, pressed right between your shoulder blades to hold you to him tightly. ‘Не извиняйся, Маленький Кролик. Отдохни, ты в безопасности.’ (No sorries Little Bunny. Rest your body, you are safe.) He was able to move faster now and he did just that, practically running back to your shared apartment in the tower. You were greeted by Happy when you walked in but he was ignored, though you shouted a quick ‘Goodnight’ just to be polite.

He carried you up the stairs instead of using the elevator and somehow got there faster than the elevator would have, once again ignoring someone on the stairs, though this time it was Pepper and you knew there would be questions tomorrow, hopefully you could pass it off as your soldier being a bit too horny and that’s why he was sprinting with you in his arms up the stairs at 83 Mph. He didn’t put you down until the door was locked and you were safely rested on your bed where he looked around as he had done upon entering the apartment, like he was checking for intruders and you realized he probably was.

This isn’t your Bucky right now, his mind is somewhere else, but that doesn’t mean that he’s not Your Bucky. For someone that everyone is so scared of, someone that Bucky himself is so scared of, he’s kind of a sweetheart to you. ‘Маленький Кролик теперь в безопасности. Не бойся, никто больше не тронет моего маленького зайчика.’ (Little Bunny is safe now. Don’t be afraid, no one will touch my Little Bunny again.) You had learned basic Russian after becoming friends with Natasha to make fun of people that you didn’t like and you thank god for it cause it seems to be coming in handy a bit. “Little Bunny” isn’t something Bucky had ever called you, not once in your lives and upon realizing what he was calling you, you realized how much this man cares for you in any frame of mind he is in.

‘I’m safe. Everything is okay now. Come on, bed time.’ You spoke to him, moving to stand up and step around him to your dresser. You grabbed ahold of a pair of sleep shorts and a tank top, slipping the dress up and over your head and dropping it into the hamper, followed by your bra. Just as you were about to pull the tank top on you felt his hands on my your waist. When you didn’t move him he brushed one hand across your stomach and up to your chest, hesitating before cupping your breasts with both hands, his body pressed against your back making you moan embarrassingly loud.

‘Симпатичный кролик. Со мной ты в безопасности. Больше никакой боли, я обещаю.’ (Pretty Bunny. Safe with me. No more pain, I promise.) He took ahold of your wrist and brushed his thumb over the now bruises that were appearing on your skin from that asshole grabbing you.

‘I’m okay. You saved me, thank you baby.’ You turned around, taking ahold of his face in your hands and brushing your fingers through his hair, holding on at the base of his neck and pulling him to kiss you. He hesitated only a second before he was kissing you back, hands now holding your waist before he picked you up, carrying you to the bed and clutching your body to his hard chest. His chest was always hard, muscley but comfortable and still soft, it made him the best snuggle buddy. Right now however, in the arms of this ‘assassin’ as he clutched you to his body almost too tightly, you had never felt safer, more protected, or more cherished in your entire existence.

(I used a translator, I hope the Russian is correct but I wrote down what each thing means)

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Open Your Heart, Part 1

Mob!Bucky Barnes x Female OC

Word Count: 3,299

This first chapter is so long omg.

This first chapter has no warnings. Future chapters will include the following; Cursing, mentions of abuse, violence, weapons, smut, angst, fluff.. I will add more as needed!

Kind of a summary? Idk. I’m still thinking.

‘Arranged marriages are never easy. This one is no exception. Both sides will have to relearn their ways, and learn to trust each other. Bucky has all the love to give, but Katherine doesn’t know how to accept real love. She’s never been loved by anyone other than her best friend. Will she learn to open her heart, to New Yorks most notorious Mob Boss? Or is she too scared, that he’s just like everyone else?’

A/N; This is my FIRST Bucky story. As well as my first AU story. If this first part does well, I’ll keep on going. I’m incredibly beyond nervous about this. Constructive criticism welcome, but please be nice. Please re-post and comment :)

I do NOT give permission for my work to be copied and posted on here or any other site, even if you give me credit. PLEASE just reblog if you want to share my story!!

Will happily start a tag list if anyone is interested!

✨Part 2 here✨

“Yeah, it’s getting pretty chilly out.”

Katherine tossed her keys onto her dresser as she held the phone between her ear and shoulder, flipping through the stack of mail in her hands.

“Perfect night for a book and hot chocolate.”

Katherine chuckled softly, “Sage, do you ever really need an excuse to do that?”

She could hear laughter on the other side of the phone, “Not really. But it’s the aesthetic!”

She rolled her eyes at her friend, humming softly as she sorted a few bills, until her eyes landed on an envelope that stood out. It was a deep, blood red color with a silver wax seal on it. Her name was written on it, so she didn’t hesitate to open it.

“Anything interesting?”

She hummed in response, “Possibly..”

Her fingers gently tugged the paper out from the envelope, her curiosity spiking. She unfolded the paper, and her eyes soon began to go over the words.

“Oh my god,” she gasped softly, a bit breathless, “Its him.. It’s a letter from HIM!”

As soon as she got the words out, her phone began chiming in her ear, signaling that Sage was converting the call to a video call. Katherine answered it, and propped the phone up on her dresser.

“Well, what did he say?” Sage looked at her curiously, “Its about the wedding, right?”

Katherine looked at the letter, and let out a soft breath.

“It says..”

“My Dearest Katherine,

I know that we’ve both been waiting for this moment, at least.. I know that I have. I wanted to give you the space you deserve, and to not rush you. If you’re ready for me, I’m here, and I’d like for you to come stay with me. I’ll take care of anything you need, or want, to make this transition easier and more comfortable. Just let me know when you’re ready.

Sincerely yours,

James Buchanan Barnes

My number: xxx-xxx-xxxx”

Both girls were silent for a moment. Katherine’s thoughts were overwhelmed by excitement, the moment she’d been waiting for was finally here.. While Sages thoughts were quite the opposite.

“The mob boss Bucky Barnes?!” Sage exclaimed, finally processing the words from the letter. “YOU'RE MARRYING A MOB BOSS?”

“Seems so..” Katherine grabbed the phone, and immediately put the number in, sending him a text.

“I don’t know Katie, this is.. Are you sure? You’ve heard all of the stories..”

Katherine rolled her eyes, “I can’t break the deal. It’s not mine to negotiate anyways..” she let out a soft sigh, “I know. I remember them, we’ve all heard the stories..”

Sage let out a long breath, worry written all over her face, “Well.. When do you think you want to go? I’m sure he’d understand if you wanted more time.”

Katherine bit the inside of her cheek, having already received a few text messages from him, “In a few hours.”

Sages face fell, “What?”

“He’s sending a driver over at 3,” She began moving around her room, and began the process of packing, “It’s not like I have much to pack anyways.”

“You already texted him? Katherine-“

Katherine shook her head, cutting her off, “You know how long I’ve been waiting for this. Yes, it’s.. Interesting.. Who he turned out to be.. But this is still my only chance to get out… A chance to be happy.”

As much as Sage wanted to argue, disagree, and try to talk her out of it.. She knew that she was right.

“If he can make you happy..” Sage let out a soft sigh, before a smile spread on her lips, “Make sure to tell me everything! I want to know what he’s like, what his house is like! I’ve heard it’s a huge mansion..”

As Sage began to go on and on about all the different rumors they’ve all heard about him, Katherine’s mind was occupied with other thoughts.

I hope I don’t disappoint him.

If I just keep my head down, and listen, I’m sure it’ll be fine.

I wonder if he’ll like me..

Will we be happy together?

“I bet the arm thing isn’t real. You know how mobs like to spread stories to scare people.”

Sage's last words made Katherine chuckle, “I suppose I’ll be finding out which rumors are true or not, hmm?”

“Yeah, you’ll have to let me know if his eyes are really that blue.” Sage let out a soft dreamy sigh, “I wonder what he really looks like. It seems to depend on who you ask.”

Katherine hummed softly, imagining the man as she packed, “Yeah, if they’re on his good side, or his bad side.”

Both girls chuckled a bit, continuing to talk about all the different possibilities that might happen. Katherine continued packing as they spoke, finding that she really didn’t have much to pack. She didn’t have many clothes, most of it being her work uniforms. A couple pairs of jeans, a few t-shirts (All of which had something to do with music), a single long sleeved shirt, and her oversized nightshirts. She only had three pairs of shoes; A pair of purple converse sneakers (which were on her feet), her black combat boots, and her work shoes. Thankfully, she still had her black dress and heels from when Sage forced her to get them. She could still hear Sages words from that day, ‘This dress would look killer on you, your curves will pop, and drive any man crazy!’ She had only tried the dress on once, never having an occasion to wear it. So, including the heels, she actually had four pairs of shoes.

Great.

A loud knock on the front door made both girls fall silent, but Sage was quick to realize.

“It’s three..”

Katherine sucked in a breath, nodding her head, “Okay… Okay. I’ll talk to you later, I promise!”

Sage sighed, nodding her head, “You’d better.. I’ll send a search party! Don’t forget your art bag!”

The call ended after the both girls said ‘I love you’, and Katherine made a beeline to the front door, bags in hand. She opened it to find a man, a bit older than her, with a nice suit on.

He offered a small smile, “Miss Connors?”

She nodded her head, “Yes sir.” Returning the smile, before realizing..

Dad.

She let out a soft sigh, “I have to do something really quick, then I’m ready.”

The man nodded his head, and reached for her bags, “I’ll take these, and meet you at the car.”

She turned on her heel, walking through the house. Her father was passed out in his recliner in the living room, a beer threatening to fall from his hand and onto the floor. Shaking her head at the sight, she decided to just leave him a note, instead of waking him.

‘Mr. Barnes finally reached out.

I accepted.

That’s where I’ll be when you wake up.’

She placed the note in front of the television, before walking back through the house. Grabbing her leather jacket, and her ‘art’ bag as Sage called it, she went out the front door. The man at the car gave her another smile, opening the back door for her. As she stepped in, she took one last look at the house, before nodding to herself and letting the man close the door.

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The car ride was silent for the most part, the man asking her a few times if she was alright or if she needed anything. New York City seemed to disappear behind them as they went, the drive lasting about 20 minutes. Katherine’s eyes widened as the car rolled to a stop.. He really did have a mansion.

“Alright Miss. Connors.” The man got out of the car, as her eyes observed the large home. It was old, Victorian era old. Equal parts elegant, beautiful, and creepy. The driver, whom she had learned to be Joe, opened her door for her, offering a warm smile. She got out, and was greeted by a crisp breeze. She was glad to have her leather jacket on.

“Thanks for the ride.” She said to him, a small grin on her lips as she grabbed her bags.

“Anytime, ma’am. Mr. Barnes is my favorite client.”

She gave him a small nod before turning to walk towards the house. As she walked up the front steps,, the nerves finally began to break through. She took in a deep breath as she raised her fisted hand to knock, but the door opened in front of her, startling her.

“You must be Katherine!” An older woman, probably in her late 50s or so, gave her a wide grin.

“Yes ma’am, that’s me.” She returned the grin, trying to conceal her nerves.

“Come in, come in…” The woman motioned her inside, and as she stepped in, she closed the door. “I’m Annette, one of Mr. Barnes housekeepers.”

Katherine’s eyes wandered around the entryway, “It’s nice to meet you.”

Annette stood there, silent for a moment. As if she were allowing Katherine to study the home. “Mr. Barnes is currently in a meeting, so I’ll show you to your room!”

Katherine gave her a small smile, nodding her head to the woman. She followed along behind her, looking around as they went. It was pretty modern inside, compared to the old style of the outside. The first room was huge; a long fireplace along the far wall. It seemed to have been set up to hold guests, maybe for meetings or get-togethers. There were staircases on either side of the room, and they started the descent up the left side. Once at the top, she realized that both sides met on the same floor. There didn’t seem to be much personal touch in the home; No family photos in sight.

“Here we are, the last door on the left. The room on the right is an office area that he never uses, the other door on the left is another entrance into your bathroom. I usually keep it locked.”

Katherine blinked a few times, before hesitantly opening the door to the bedroom.. her eyes widened once again, seeing how large it was. It was almost like a suite at a hotel; having a lounge area with a couch, recliner and television. A wall separated that space from an area with a ginormous bed. It must’ve been a California king, she’d never seen a bed so large. As she walked around, Annette came in as well, opening the curtains.

“This door here is your closet,” she said as she turned the knob, revealing a walk in closet. “And over here is your bathroom.”

Katherine was shocked, her eyes trying to take in the massive space, “A-And this room… Is mine?”

Annette let out a soft chuckle, “Yes dear.”

Confusion then came across Katherine’s face, realizing that she and her future husband had separate rooms. Annette must’ve noticed this, because she offered a kind smile.

“Mr. Barnes is a good man, Katherine. He wanted you to have your own space, he didn’t want to pressure you into anything until you were ready.”

Katherine nodded slowly, setting her bags down on the foot of the bed- Her bed. She gave Annette a big grin, when the initial shock had finally subsided. She let out a giggle, doing a twirl as she took one long look at the room. Annette chuckled softly, watching the woman.

“It was overwhelming to me too, back in the day. I’d never seen such spacious rooms.” She shrugged her shoulders.

Katherine let out a long sigh, a smile tugging at her lips, “This is.. It is a lot. This room is half the size of my house!”

Both women chuckled for a moment, until there was a knock at the door. Katherine’s eyes moved to look at who it was, somehow knowing that it wasn’t him. A tall man leaned in the doorway, golden blonde hair that went just past his ears, and a neat beard on his face.

“Mr. Rogers.” Annette nodded her head toward him, giving him a small smile.

“Annette,” he returned the smile, then his eyes landed on Katherine, “So you’re the one who’s marrying my best friend.”

Katherine’s nerves slowly creeped their way back into her mind, nodding her head silently. She wasn’t sure what to say, her eyes flickering between the man and Annette.

He walked towards her, extending a hand, “I’m Steve.” He gave her a warm grin, and it helped settle her silly nerves.

“It’s nice to meet you,” she said, taking his hand and shaking it.

“I hope you’re finding everything to your liking. Buck sent me to extend his apologies, his meetings running later than expected.” Steve let out a soft sigh as their hands fell, “He wanted to greet you when you arrived.”

Katherine nodded her head, running a hand through her long brown hair, “It’s alright, I understand.” She shrugged, though secretly she was quite anxious and excited to finally set her eyes on him.

Steve’s eyes wandered around the room, before settling on her bags, “Are there more bags downstairs? I can go get them if you’d like.”

Katherine was slightly embarrassed, “Oh, uhm.. No.. That’s all I’ve got.”

Silent words seemed to be exchanged, Steve understanding the expression on her face. Katherine didn’t want to have to explain to anyone that she was dirt poor and didn’t have many possessions. Steve didn’t seem to want to press the issue.

“Well, I’ve got to get back to work. I’ll see you around dear! Steve will take good care of you.” Annette gave them both a smile, before leaving the room.

Katherine let out a breath, before making a clicking sound with her tongue, “Welp,” she moved to start unpacking her bags, “I s’pose I’ll start unpacking while I wait.” She shrugged her shoulders, before letting out a soft chuckle. Her phone was going off in her pocket, and she knew who it was. She pulled the device out, to see text messages from Sage.

‘Everything good?’

‘Are you there yet??’

‘KATIE’

‘…Has he swooped you off your feet yet?’

‘DETAILS WOMAN!’

Katherine laughed, reading the messages. Steve quirked an eyebrow curiously, wondering what was going on. She looked over to him as she texted Sage back.

‘I haven’t met him yet! Just settling into my room. I’ll video call you before bed!’

“Oh, it’s just my best friend chomping at the bit. Sage is a very protective friend, and if I don’t answer, I’m sure she’d manage to find out where I am.”

Steve let out a soft chuckle, nodding his head, “Oh, I understand that.”

Katherine hummed softly, “I’m sure she’d like to see where I’m living now.. Do you think he’d be alright if she came over some time?” She looked at Steve, wondering what he thought. But Steve’s eyes were now on his own phone.

“You can ask him yourself,” he said, sliding the device back into his pocket, “He’s out of his meeting, and would like for me to escort you to his office.”

Katherine nodded her head slowly, “Uhm, then lead the way.”

Steve gave her a smile, before doing just that. He led her down the hallway, and back down the staircase. Her fingers began fumbling with the hem of her shirt, ‘The Andrews Sisters’ logo quite faded on the front of the old clothing. As she followed him through the house, her anxiety came creeping back into her mind. Thoughts of her mysterious suitor flooded her brain, wondering what their first interaction might be like. She was lost in her thoughts as Steve led her into a room, her eyes wandering around as she observed the new area. There were bookcases covering the walls, hundreds of books filling them. She smiled, looking at all the old covers. She could’ve sworn she had spotted an old copy of ‘Great Tales and Poems of Edgar Allen Poe’.

“Katherine?”

Her eyes snapped to where she had heard her name, and the nerves turned into butterflies in the pit of her stomach. Standing before her, leaning against a large wooden desk, was a man. Probably the most attractive man she’d ever laid eyes on. He had dark hair, a quiff of dark locks settled at the top. His eyes were an icy Blue, staring into her hazel brown orbs. He had quite the jawline, a short beard covering it. His arms were crossed against his chest, one of which seemed to reflect the light from the ceiling..

“H-Hi.” Was all she managed to squeak out, her eyes transfixed on him.

“It’s nice to finally meet you,” he took a few long strides across the room, extending his flesh hand to her, “Bucky.” He flashed a toothy smile, and she felt her heart flutter.

It was him.

She took his hand, hoping he didn’t notice that hers was shaking. He gently clasped both of his hands around her much smaller one, the metal of his fingers sending a chill up her arm.

“You have a really lovely home.” She mentally scolded herself, knowing those weren’t her first choice of words.

He let out a hearty chuckle, holding onto her hand gently, “Thank you. It’s yours now, too, you know.”

She nodded her head, realizing how much closer he was to her now. She could see his dark eyelashes flutter as he watched her. She slowly retracted her hand, suddenly feeling quite self conscious. She wrapped her arms around her middle, wanting to hide herself from his piercing eyes. He seemed to notice her hesitance, taking a step back from her. They were both silent for a moment, Steve watching the awkward interaction. Her eyes began to wander again, fixating on all the books in the room.

“Do you like to read?” He asked, giving her a small smile.

Katherine’s eyes glanced towards him, getting captured by his icy orbs once more, “I do.” She returned the sweet smile.

“You’re more than welcome to any of them. I have more in the basement library.” He hummed softly, “Please feel free to explore. What’s mine, is now yours.”

She gave him a slow nod, the smile still spread across her lips, as she began to walk around the room. She walked up to one of the large bookcases, her fingers lifting to gently brush across the spines of a few books. She hummed softly, her eyes scanning over the different books. Bucky silently followed her, watching as she admired them. He glanced at Steve, who gave him a reassuring smile.

“I’m happy to collect more, if you think of any we should add to the collection.” He said to her, trying to ease her nerves. He didn’t want her to feel uncomfortable, regardless of the odd situation.

“Duly noted.” She turned towards him, a slight blush crawling onto her cheeks as she realized.. While she was studying the books, he was studying her.

“Uh, are you hungry?” He gave her a side grin, “Steve and I usually go to this pizza place out on 6th, every Thursday.”

Katherine let out a soft laugh, “Pizza sounds great.”

Bucky clapped his hands together, “Then it’s settled. Steve, can you pull the car around?”

Steve nodded his head, “Yep.”

Katherine smiled to Bucky, “What are your favorite toppings? I’m a meat lover myself.”

Bucky’s lips spread wide on his face, “Me too. With the garlic sauce on the crust.”

Katherine’s nerves were slowly fading, “Extra cheese?”

Bucky chuckled, motioning for them to leave the room, “Doll, I have a feeling this’ll be much easier than either of us realized.”

“As long as you don’t put anchovies on anything, I think we’ll be set.”

They both began to laugh, all the nerves and awkwardness fading behind them.

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prologue

summary— before you, there was no me

pairing— proathlete!bucky x reader

warnings— language, drinking, heart break, tooth rotting fluff and smooches

a/n— thought it was time i share a version of bucky!! and HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY BABY BOY SEB!!!

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twelve years ago

“Dude Buck, did ya hear the news?” His very own partner in crime— Steve Rogers spoke. Grinning ear to ear.

“Huh? What news Steve?“ Puzzled and looking at his friend like he grew three heads as he took his seat in the stuffy middle school classroom.

“There's a new girl.” His eyebrows wiggled around and a smirk formed on the word new.

“Yes Steve I did as a matter of—.”

It was one of those breathless moments when he saw you for the very first time. In a stuffy eighth grade classroom in Brooklyn with a dopey boyish smile plastered on his face and steel eyes sparkling a little brighter when he saw you.

Dusty cheeks and light pink colored lips. Cotton candy sunsets and peonies he’d declare as yours. Opium and fresh linen invaded his thoughts as it lingered in the love sick atmosphere.

A smile that he swore was sweeter than Winnie’s homemade cinnamon rolls. He watched as you tucked a piece of hair between your ear and sat two feet from him.

Gold soaring through his chest when your eyes connected with his— dizzy and out of breath. He needed a second to regain his composure, he couldn’t embarrass himself— not yet anyways. How could someone you’ve never spoken to make you feel that way? But that didn’t matter because the moment his eyes fell on you, you were it for him. No other person in the world would matter to him the way you were going to.

The world stopped and the stars aligned. He was love struck. And in that moment his world would never be the same.

“Hi I’m Y/n.” A glow tinted your cheekbones, glossy lips— boy did he wanna kiss you for the rest of his life. And your eyes, were they twinkling? Yeah, no they were, just like the stars on a warm night looking over the bridge. “James, right?”

“Uh— yeah, that’s me James.” Red brushed over his face and his bottom lip coming between his white smile teeth. “Or Bucky.”

“Nice to meet you, James or Bucky.” Gentle eyes sweeping across his face as your smile curved into the symbol of night.

“Nice to meet you, Y/n.” Tongue tied and hopelessly in love. He was living in the golden hour. “James.”

The pause heavy and present “Sorry?”

“I like the way you say it.”

“Alright, James.”

Sunshine on a rainy day. The brightest star in the sky. Now his favorite constellation— the one he would come to know the most about. By far the best planet in the universe. And one day you would be his entire universe. That he was sure of. Promise of tomorrow, he thought. You would be everything he never knew he needed in his life.

James Buchanan Barnes was royally screwed.

ten years ago

Personal space didn’t exist when you were around Bucky. You learned after years of friendship spent with late night conversations under your white sheets, stolen glances and many sporting events where he’d claim he needed to hold your hand. Y’know just in case. It was a romance straight out of movies— best friends fall for one another and boy did you fall hard for the six foot steel eyed boy.

It only got worse when you two started dating. And boy were you okay with all that came with the boyish smile, baseball cap and those two words— my girl.

Always needing to feel you in some capacity— whether it was his hand slotting into yours, fingers intertwining with one another or his bicep wrapped around your neck as he mumbled into your hairline I love you as he walked you to class.

“James— Jamie— you’re gonna get in trouble with Coach.” Managing to mumble out as his lips attacked the column of your neck. Stray kisses adorned your jawline, bruises left in the path of his destruction. His bicep rippling next to your head, the hat he once wore littered on the floor and his palm meeting the small of your back the more he pressed against you.

“Mhm don’t care. Can’t wear this outfit and expect me to be a gentleman around m’girl.” He quipped right back, pulling away for one moment. Breathless and lovestruck.

His head spinning when his eyes trace over you. The glow of your skin, dusty cheeks and your voice delicate and soft when you respond to his antics.

“James you say that about every outfit I wear-“ You mumble out before his lips connect with the corners of your mouth, then connecting your lips with his. Needing to remember the way your lips felt against his, the watermelon lip gloss with a dash of mint, the way you hum in content when he finds home along them. His tongue swiping over yours—begging you to let him in. A craving only getting worse by the second.

“‘S true. Walkin’ around all the time lookin’ illegal. How do you expect me to be a gentleman or for a matter of fact keep my hands to myself. Afterall us baseball boys are good with our ha—“ lips cutting him off, the only way to ever shut him up— he once told you and he smiles into the all consuming kiss.

Bucky knew you better than baseball. It was the little details for him— the dimple on the right side above your cheek, the crease you’d get between your forehead when you thought too vicariously about something, the fidgeting of your necklaces when you were anxious, all of that made him love you a little more everyday. The brightest star in the sky.

Hands pushing him away from you, still engulfing your presence and a pointed look thrown at him, “You have a game to win.” You mutter out, fixing the mess he created— shit eating smirk adorning his face as he watches you.

“Fine, fine, ‘m going but I'll see ya tonight and I expect eight when you get there.” Adam apple bobbing, hands resting on each side of you against the gym wall. But not before he presses one (or a few) more symbols of his love from his lips to your jaw making his way back to your pillow lips. Just one more kiss, for good luck he mumbled against you, before he reluctantly pushed himself off you before he got carried away. On last fleeting look as he catches himself in the door way shooting you a wink and his lips carve eight into the air around him.

“Idiot.” Cloudy colored manicured fingers trace over your lips and glimmer in your eye as you make your way to the stadium to watch your love struck baseball boy.

Today's were his and his tomorrow's were yours, so he thought.

eights years ago

If he could go back and change everything— he would. In a blink of an eye. A snap of his fingers.

It was on repeat. A never ending cycle. A horrible nightmare he couldn’t come out of.

Every word floated around his head, the twinkle in your eyes— disappeared into the night, your fingers turning a part of him— an anxious habit he never thought he’d be the reason for. It haunted him. Living in his mind were the words he spoke to you that made you crumble and break into pieces he knew he couldn’t fix. Bucky never imagined he would be the reason for not only his nightmares but yours. Something he felt everyday for the past eight years.

The goodbye on a cruel loop with a broken button he couldn’t fix.

Blue baseball cap crumbled in his hand, red painted his face, his gaze never left your broken eyes. He watched a tear slide down the place he kissed before each game and held between his hands when he confessed that he was head over heels in love with you.

Your eyes always welcomed him home. Always reminding him that with one look from you, everything would be okay. He was safe. Instead the eyes that once danced with the moon as stars sprinkled in her hair were replaced with something he’d only seen once and hoped to never see again.

Water lined your favorite shade of blue, his six foot self trembled with each breath he took.

“Remember when you said you’d take all the nightmares away?” Her voice cracked after each word— broken like how she felt. Eyes raked over his glassy eyes— one last thing she thought, then walk away.

She was losing herself and it was all his fault. He was to blame for one of the few good things in his life — no the only good thing. His home.

His arms itching to reach for you and shield you away from all the pain— the pain he caused. He couldn’t. Losing that privilege when all those words left his mouth that day.

A meek nod was the only thing he could give you.

“Now I’m living in the worst one and you’re the reason for it.”

Bucky winced, glued to the floor as he processed the hard words and the harsh truth— no longer being able to call you his anymore.

And he had to watch the million reasons follow as you walked away from him for the last time.

That moment still living in the silence between every thought that crossed his mind.

He saw you everywhere. When the sun tucked itself away so the stars would shine a little brighter. In every cotton candy sunset he caught a glimpse of the first moment he laid his eyes on you. But the one place he saw you the most was in himself. Killing him a little bit everyday. If he could he’d go back, undo it all; he’d take you to where the stars kissed the ocean like he once did.

And just maybe he’d have the chance to show you the million reasons within the million moments on why he loved you.

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itsthewritergal · 1 year

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A spark - B.Barnes x reader

Summary: Y/N heating is broken, but does the solution come with a confession?

TW: fluff, lots of fluff, I don’t think theres anything else, a little crying...

Enjoy :) xxx

“Tony!” Y/N voice echoed through the halls of the compound, there wasn’t put that scared Tony but Y/N’s raised voice was definitely something which unnerved him

“What did you do?” Nat asked, from her seat at the kitchen table. They’d finished dinner a few hours ago and the rest of the avengers were around the common areas, Y/N had left fairly quickly after dinner muttering some excuse nobody listened to.

“I don’t know” Tony said holding his hands up

“Ooh someones in trouble” Peter laughed as he swiped another slice of cake from the table,

“Isn’t it your bedtime spider boy?” Tony said “oh no, I’ve got enough energy to watch this” Peter said with a grin

“Tony you might want to run, she’s on the warpath” Steve said stepping into the kitchen with Bucky closely behind him

“What did I do?” Tony asked Steve who merely shrugged a response,

“Tony!” Y/N called again

“i’m not here!” He called back, Peter let out an obnoxious laugh at Tony’s response

“That’s not funny” she growled as she walked into the kitchen, a murderous expression on her face,

“What can I help you with?” Tony asked

“It’s broken,” She snapped “Again” she said

“Woah Woah What’s broken?” Steve asked stepping in between the two of them, before Y/N could dare to escalate the situation

“My heating again” Y/N said frustratedly “He promised he’d fix it”

“Ok well it’s not the end of the world is it?” Steve said

“You might as well take me off missions then” She snapped

“What has that got to do with anything?” Bucky asked gently, placing a warm hand on her shoulder

“I can’t” She said, tears welling up in her eyes

“Can’t what?” Tony asked

“My” She tried before bursting into tears

“Nat, Peter, out.” Steve said firmly, Nat and Peter quickly filed out of the room

“Talk to me doll, what’s wrong?”

“Look” Y/N said flexing her hand, nothing happened.

“I’m not understanding you doll, can you explain it to me?”

“It’s not working” She huffed

“Oh shit” Tony said putting the pieces together

“What?” Bucky said his fear bubbling up his throat that something might be wrong with Y/N “Y/N set light to the towel by the sink” Tony said

Y/N flexed her fingers and scrunched her eyebrows together as she tried to use her powers to create a flame, but nothing came out, not even a spark

“You’re powers don’t work when you get cold” Steve put the pieces together

“Ok, so we can manage this we just have to heat you up”

“I’ve tried everything” She said “hot water bottles, blankets, everything”

“Not everything” Tony said

“What do you mean?” Steve asked

“Remember when Nat got caught out in the snow storm, what was the one thing that warmed her up?” Tony asked

“The serum, me and Buck have a higher body temperature” Steve filled in the blanks

“Doll,” Bucky said

“I don’t want to ask you to”

“You’re not asking” Bucky said opening his arms, which Y/N hesitantly let him wrap around her. Effortlessly he picked her up and sat himself down on the sofa with her wrapped on his lap, “Feeling better?” Bucky asked

“Not yet”

“Doll, close your eyes. I’ll warm you up” he said wrapping his arms tighter.

Within a few minutes Y/N breathing softened to a light snore, slowly warming up with Bucky’s body heat.

“You going to tell her then?” Steve asked

“Tell her what?”

“That you’re in love with her” He said bluntly

“She wouldn’t care”

“I don’t think you’re being fair, she loved you too” Steve said “She wasn’t exactly going to let me do that was she” Steve gestured to their close proximity,

Y/N shifted her weight which made her eyes flutter open

“How are you feeling?” “Need you two to shut up so I can sleep” She said before closing her eyes again

“I’m sorry doll”

“Buck?” She said gently

“Yes Y/N?”

She flexed open her palm and a small spark in the shape of a heart lit up the room

“Love you too” she said with a yawn.

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vbecker10 · 2 years

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I have carefully contemplated about the requests I wish to submit and have come up with two. I shall submit them separately for ease. Here are the details:

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader.

Scene: Post Wakanda rehab. To start working with the Avengers he needs to go through some skills and drills training and is assigned to one of the best, Y/N.

Request: Bucky, who is normally the one chased by the ladies, find himself in a very odd situation. He has a crush on Y/N and is now the chaser. Could you please write about the first date and how he finally wooed her? (You can add details about the build up to him finally asking her out and what not if you like.

@soubi001 I'm so excited to finally get to this one!! I hope you like it 💚💚

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Back to Basics (Part 1 of 3)

(Part 2)

Pairing: Bucky x female reader (Bucky POV)

Warnings: none, fluff, touch of self doubt, clumsiness, being super awkward

Summary: Bucky has been invited to join the Avengers but he's disappointed when his first assignment is to take a skills assessment course. He quickly changes his mind when he meets the head trainer, Y/N. Bucky's growing crush on her causes him to be distracted during the evaluations and have several mishaps in the gym. After his third day of the assessment, Bucky begins to think it might be better if he just disappeared before he causes anymore damage but Sam has other plans.

A/N: idk why but I really felt like this just leaned towards Bucky being a bit awkward and I ran with it lol, I hope that's OK

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(BUCKY POV)

You follow Steve and Sam down the long hallway towards the main gym. You've been gone just over a year and as much as you liked the calm of Wakanda and couldn't be more thankful for everyone's help, you were glad to be back home. As soon as you were free from Hydra's mind control, Steve and Tony asked you to come back and join the Avengers. You were really looking forward to being part of the team and doing some good for once.

"What are we doing down here? I thought you said you were giving me my first assignment," you ask Steve when you reach the door to the gym. You had been back at the Tower for three long, boring weeks. Your days were spent filling out paperwork, talking to your new therapist and working out. You were ready to get back into the field not spend more time in the gym.

"This is your first assignment," he answers. Sam opens the door and you walk in after both of them.

"What are you talking about?" you ask again, feeling a mixture of confusion and annoyance.

"You have to take the skills assessment course," Steve tells you matter of factly.

You look at him shocked, "Seriously? You do know I'm a super soldier right?"

Sam laughs, "Then you shouldn't have any problems with it old man."

You roll your eyes at Sam and Steve shrugs, "All new members have to go through the skills assessment. It's to evaluate you and see if improvements can be made. It also helps us figure out your strengths and weaknesses so we can decide who to send on which missions. It's just protocol Buck."

You groan and know it's no use to argue with him. Steve has no problems bending or breaking the rules when he thinks they are unjust but this doesn't seem to be one of those times. You cross your arms and say, "Just tell me Sam's not in charge of this."

"No, of course not. The head trainer is, you might have seen her around but I'm not sure if you've met her formally yet. She should be here any minute," Steve checks his watch and the door opens a moment later. "Oh, here she is," he says and you look up.

You can feel your heart stop for a second as you recognize the woman walking into the gym. The first time you saw her was a few days after you moved into the Tower, you had accidentally bumped into her as you were leaving for your run in the morning. You apologized for spilling her coffee and offered to take her to the Cafe for a new one but she declined. She told you not to worry since she was late for work, leaving you on the sidewalk as you watched her disappear into the building. Every morning after that, you timed your run so you would jog past her on your way to the park. She always smiled at you, coffee in hand, as you approached her and you always wanted to stop and talk to her but you never did.

She smiles warmly at all three of you then gives Steve and Sam hugs. You can't help but feel a bit jealous and look down, hoping no one notices.

"Hi, James. Oh, I guess you prefer Bucky right? I'm Y/N," she says, holding out her hand for you to shake it.

You clear your throat and smile. "Right, Bucky. Nice to meet you Y/N," you say as you shake her hand.

"Are you going to let go of her any time soon? We've all got other things to do today," Sam says and you realize you've been shaking her hand for way too long. You open your hand to release her and she giggles.

"That's quiet a firm handshake, Bucky," she jokes as she wiggles her fingers.

You laugh nervously. "You think that's hard, you should feel the metal one," and as soon as you say it you wish you hadn't. What the hell was that, you think to yourself but thankfully she laughs.

"Yea... well as much fun as this... isn't," Sam says, "I think we should head out." He pats Steve's shoulder and motions towards the door.

Steve nods, "Sam's right, don't want to be late for our briefing. Have fun you two."

They both leave and the gym is filled with an awkward silence for a moment until Y/N says, "Alright super soldier, let's see what you've got." She brings you over to the treadmills and says, "I know you already went on your run this morning, think you can handle this?"

You smile, feeling sure of yourself, "It was only ten miles, a few more won't be a problem."

"Great," she answers. Then you watch Y/N turn on several monitors next to the first treadmill while she asks, "Can you take off your shirt?"

You stand behind her a bit confused but who are you to say no to a request like that from her. "Sure," you answer as you pull your t-shirt off and hang it over the railing on the treadmill.

Y/N turns around and stares at you, her mouth hanging slightly open and you smile at the reaction. She clears her throat and picks up a few electrodes, "I umm... I need to put these on you to check your heartrate and breathing." You stand still, letting her place them on your chest and notice she is doing her best to look anywhere but up at you. When she's finished, she turns away quickly and says, "You can put your shirt back on."

You don't say anything as you put it back on while she stares at the monitors and makes a few notes on her tablet. You get on the treadmill then she leans over the rail and pushes a few buttons, turning it on for you.

The belt begins to move slowly and you walk at a leisurely pace. After about five minutes, Y/N reaches over and pushes the arrow a few more times, making more notes as you start to jog. You glance over at her and see her running the end of pen from her tablet gently over her lips as she watches you. She blushes when your eyes meet and she puts the pen in her other hand quickly before adjusting the speed again. Every fifteen minutes, she increases the speed by 5mph or 10mph and makes several notes each time, making sure she checks the monitors as well.

You start to run faster as the speed increases to 20mph. You steal another look over at Y/N as she tucks her hair behind her ear. "How's that feel?" she asks, and for a moment all you can think about it how soft her hair must feel but you know that wasn't the question.

"Relaxing, when are you going to make it a challenge?" you joke. The pace is very close to the one you typically set for yourself when you run through the park every morning.

"We're getting there soldier," she says with a smile as she sets the treadmill to 25mph then 30mph.

You push harder and begin to realize you're getting near your limit. The fastest you've ever tracked yourself was 36mph but that was only for a short distance and you hadn't spent the morning running first. You can feel your leg and arm muscles becoming strained under the constant testing. You run your hand through your hair then wipe away some sweat that is beading on your forehead.

A few minutes later she asks, "Wanna try to raise it a bit more?"

Every muscle in your body says no but you hear yourself say, "Go for it, doll."

With that, Y/N increases the speed to 35mph and you push yourself even harder. Your feet hit the treadmill hard and you pump your arms quickly. You can feel the sweat rolling down your chest and back but you don't quit. You stare straight ahead of you and continue to run full speed when you hear Y/N ask, "Still doing ok, Bucky?"

"Never better," you answer, trying to sound like you aren't breathing hard even though you know she is monitoring you. You look over at her and smile to prove your point and when she smiles back you feel your foot catch on the belt for just a moment too long.

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(Later that day)

"I can't believe you actually tripped and fell off the treadmill," Sam laughs as he sits next to you at the kitchen island.

You groan loudly and put your head down on the countertop, closing your eyes. You've spent the last few hours trying not to relive your morning over and over.

"I can't believe you broke the treadmill," Steve says in a much more serious tone.

"I didn't do it on purpose," you say quietly without looking up.

"Well... I for one am excited to see what you break tomorrow," Sam jokes and you lift your head slowly.

"What?" you ask him.

"When you go back, you know, for the rest of the assessment," he says and your eyes widen.

"Buck, it's a five day course, didn't Y/N explain that to you?" Steve asks.

You shake your head, "No... after I pulled one of the handrails off and the tore a slit in the belt with this," you wave your metal fingers, "She just told me to leave the gym."

Sam tries not to laugh again but Steve doesn't pay attention to him. "I'll talk to her after my next meeting," he tells you.

Just as you are about the get up and hide in your room for the rest of the day, Thor and Loki walk into the kitchen. The fact that they are both laughing strikes you as odd. You've never seen the two gods getting along before but then you see they are both watching something on Loki's tablet.

"You guys watching the video?" Sam asks and Thor nods. You bumped into Nat and Clint on your way up from the gym and they showed you the video. Apparently the assessment was being recorded for training purposes and Tony had 'accidentally' emailed the video to the whole team.

"My brother and I have discovered that it is actually much more entertaining if you watch it at different speeds," Thor says with a wide smile. "I prefer it at two times the normal speed," he laughs and Sam agrees.

"I think half speed is my favorite actually. You can see in your eyes the exact moment you realize you are going to fall and there is nothing you can do to stop it," Loki adds with a grin.

"Hey, good news though," Sam says, pointing to your face, "At least you don't look any worse than you usually do. How did you manage to not break your face?"

"That is an excellent point," Thor says. "I was sure you would have a bruised eye or bloodied nose at the very least."

Loki shrugs, "When you slow it down enough," he turns the tablet towards you and Sam, "You can see Barnes manages to get his hand down just in time to stop his face from hitting the still moving belt."

"Lucky me," you mumble and head out of the kitchen.

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(BUCKY POV - The next morning)

You take a deep breath and open the door to the gym. Y/N is sitting cross legged on the floor, leaning against a column in the middle of the empty gym. "Hi," you say and for some reason you wave even though she is reading.

She looks up from her book and smiles. "Hi Bucky," she responds cheerfully as she gets up. You sigh, letting out the breath you were holding when she smiles at you. You had been so worried she would be upset about what had happened yesterday.

"So... I was thinking we should stay away from anything expensive today," she jokes and you follow her to the back of the gym.

"I've got a good old fashioned punching bag for you," she points to the large bag hanging from the ceiling beam. She explains how the cameras will capture your movements so they can be analyzed afterwards while you wrap up your hands.

You start off slowly, focusing on technique and form rather than pure strength. You move around a bit, getting into a rhythm as you punch the bag, alternating hands. You can feel Y/N watching you but she remains silent, taking notes occasionally.

A few minutes in, you hear the door open and she tells you she will be right back. You watch from the corner of your eye as she gives the young agent a hug. Why did it seem like she gave the perfect hug, and would she ever hug you like that, you wondered as you hit the bag slightly harder. He says something you can't hear but the sound of her laughter fills the gym and you hit the bag again. She crosses her arms around herself as they continue to talk and you continue to hit the bag, alternating hands as you put more force into each strike. Again, he says something that makes her laugh and she hits his arm hard but playfully.

You hit the bag with your metal hand and suddenly realize you've made a huge mistake. The punching bag tears open and sand sprays across the back of the gym.

Y/N and the agent stop laughing abruptly and turn to look at you in shock. The empty bag swings from the ceiling, the chain squeaking is the only sound in the gym.

"Good luck, Y/N" the agent says as he slips out the door.

"So... that happened," Y/N laughs as she walks towards you slowly. You look down, kicking at the sand gently.

"Apparently," you answer, still not making eye contact with her. How could you have been this stupid, she specifically gave this to you so you wouldn't mess up or destroy another piece of equipment and you still did.

The door opens again and the agent looked his head inside. "I forgot, my mom wanted to to ask if you were coming to dinner on Sunday. She said your parents are going to be there," he says, barely stepping inside.

"Oh, uh... yea. Tell her I'll be there," she answers and he shuts the door. She looks up at you and almost as if she was reading your mind says, "That's my cousin, Tyler. It's our grandmother's birthday this weekend."

You nod and realize you might be even more of an idiot than you originally thought you were. Standing in silence, there is suddenly another tearing sound as what is left of the bag falls onto the ground and you sigh.

She puts her hands on her hips and looks around for a moment then says, "I guess I'll get you a broom and we'll call it a day I think."

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thewulf · 1 year

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At Odds || James "Bucky" Barnes

Request: hii!! Can you write an enemies to lovers with Bucky x fm reader? They hate each other with everything inside of them (you can make up a reason) and they hate being put together on missions because they don’t get along well but they’re fighting skills are similar so they get paired at times. They’re on a mission to infiltrate a hydra base and Bucky doesn’t know the reader is also from hydra and she starts getting flashbacks bc she has just escaped, maybe a couple years ago. While fighting she gets shot in the stomach and is about to pass out so Bucky has to save her and take her to a safe house to attend to her wound. Super angsty pls.

A/N: Timeline is a little wonky (sorry haven’t watched early avengers in so long) so just role with it. Changed a few things around to make it work! Sorry this took so long, hope you guys enjoy!

Pairing: Bucky Barnes X Reader

Word Count: 5,700+

Naivety. That’s what got you into the forsaken mess that you found yourself in. Sold a bill of goods that you would never receive. They promised you that they were the good guys. They even showed you that they were the good guys. That you would be saving the world. They were supposed to be the people that would save the world. Until you learned they weren’t. Until it was too fucking late. No longer you. You were a freak. A half human. A super soldier. Reduced to a fucking weapon.

They weren’t supposed to make anymore. Bucky was supposed to be the last. But once S.H.I.E.L.D. went down and the mask fell off you learned. You were one of five new weapons for them. They learned from Bucky and ‘corrected their mistakes’, whatever that means. You trained to become an assassin for the worst people in the world. Once the facade was exposed and the bricks started to crack you knew you had to run. To get so far away from them that they’d never find you.

It was difficult faking it while you formulated a plan. You still had to present yourself as a loyal agent that’d do anything they asked. You still had to be their super soldier, or they’d put a bullet right between your eyes. They made sure that you knew this.

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It wasn’t easy escaping, but you managed. You decided that it was best to go as unseen as possible, leaving in the middle of the night. Only having to neutralize a few Hydra agents you managed to slip out a side door. You had prepared for that. Taking night missions and scoping out the base when you could. What you weren’t prepared for was the trek you were about to go on.

Not having a clue where you were other than being in some underground bunker in the middle of a mountain range you began your journey. Quickly, you learned that you’d ended up in the Swiss Alps at Hydras headquarters. They’d kept you in the dark for so long it shouldn’t have surprised you this was where you’d ended up. There were spans of time you couldn’t remember and account for, why should it be so surprising that you were moved at some point.

You walked and walked for what seemed like forever. Hiding in empty homes and scavenging your way. You’d landed in a small town just south of Munich deciding this would be the best place to land. Keeping your cover low you quietly learned German trying to integrate yourself in. You thought you were good and safe there until you were approached by S.H.I.E.L.D. only a year into your hiding.

They brought you back to America, at your request, and dug into everything. You drew maps and gave them all the details you could remember. One perk of being a super freak is having a super freak mind. You remembered a whole lot that you hoped could take these evil people down.

They had offered you a spot on The Avengers which you turned down. You had forgotten how fucking nice it was to just be normal for a while. That year long sabbatical really changed the way you thought about life. Spending god knows how long trapped with Hydra really put things into perspective.

You were approached again after another year. This time Nick Fury himself showed up at your front door practically begging you to join the cause. They were planning on infiltrating their headquarters and needed you for it. Apparently, it was life or death. So, you agreed, it’d be good to go home anyway. America was such a distant place for you now that you’d lived a completely different life.

They brought you to compound in upstate New York. Your room was better than any room you’d ever lived in. As you laid down in your bed you realized this wouldn’t be so bad after all. Sure, you’d have to go back to that horrific place but at least you’d have backup with you. You had a chance to change your story. To be the actual hero for once. It didn’t take much convincing on S.H.I.E.L.D.’s part, you needed it. You needed that God damn satisfaction of helping instead of hurting. If your life was cursed, then you needed to do some good. To hopefully fix whatever evil you had brought to the world.

Steve volunteered to walk you around the complex so you wouldn’t get lost. Not that you minded, he was very great to look at. Another awful thing about Hydra? There was no eye candy. Everyone was fucked up. This was a very nice change for you.

“How’d you guys find me?” You asked breaking the comfortable silence between the two of you. He had shown you the kitchen and you were making your way through some hallways before he decided to answer you.

“Bruce did. Don’t ask me how but he’s got some radiation detector thing that does whatever it does.”

You didn’t try and stop the laugh the bubbled up, “Not really the sciency type? Whose Bruce?”

He shook his head, “Not at all.” He smiled continuing to lead you down a few more hallways, “We’ll stop by his lab to say hello. The Hulk. Big green guy.”

“The Hulk?” Tilting your head, you looked up at him, “He’s here? This place is so damn cool.” You’d read up on The Avengers. Hell, you were even slated to take one of them out before you managed to escape. The Hawkeye or some shit.

“Yeah. He’s usually here. Tony comes and goes, I usually stay here, Nat and Clint are never here unless its for a mission. You might even get to meet Thor at some point.”

“He’s real? No fucking way.” Eyes bugging you had a hard time believing him. All of the information Hydra wanted to feed you never included what was happening in the real world. You were immersed in a world of total propaganda the second you signed your name of the dotted line. Your sole purpose in this world, to Hydra, was to be their weapon. A weapon didn’t need to know what was going on outside. Having that weapon actually know what was going on might make that weapon flip. And that’s exactly what you did.

You broke through the hellish layers of propaganda one day when you were ordered to execute a little girl. An innocent little girl who happened to be the child of a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent that Hydra was trying to break. He apparently held the key to something they needed. You made it all the way to the site and couldn’t do it. She was six years old playing with one of her dolls. You watched as she had a tea party with all her stuffed animals. Sitting there watching her through the windows of the quaint little house in the countryside. You watched as she ran out to go play with her brother. Her mom seemingly preoccupied with making dinner that night.

You were once that little girl. You once had a family just like that. You could have a life just like that but here you were sitting at a window watching and observing. That’s all it took. Dropping your comms, you rushed to the front door knocking rapidly. The mom answered, horrified when she realized you weren’t one of the good guys. The sheer look of absolute terror coming from her broke you. It broke your training. Your propagandized mind was slipping. You told her everything. That they needed to stage their daughter’s death. That if they didn’t you would have to come back and do the job for real next time.

She listened. God bless her soul. She listened and faked her daughter’s death. Hydra didn’t know. S.H.I.E.L.D. sure as hell knew. That was the day everything changed for you. The day you knew you needed to escape. The day you knew you had to put on the greatest show you could. You were going to be the most perfect super soldier until you figured out how in the hell to get out. And that’s exactly what you did. They didn’t suspect a damn thing. Oh, you would pay big money to see the look on their faces that morning you went missing.

The two of you talked to Bruce for a while before he continued the tour of the compound. Eventually you ended in the living room area where you ran into someone you hadn’t seen before. Someone who seemed terribly familiar.

“Bucky.” Steve nodded to the man dressed in all black.

“What’s she doing here?” Bucky pulled Steve off to the side leaving you on your own momentarily.

Of course, you could hear everything. Your stupid hearing being incredible and everything. You sat back into the couch listening in. Might as well use this ‘gift’ as an advantage.

“We told you. She’s here to help. She just got out and it’s been years since you’ve been there…”

Bucky seemingly interrupted Steve as his voice cut in, “I don’t fucking need help. You know it. Fury knows it. This whole God damn team knows it.” He sounded pissed. Was he Hydra too? He sounded like it.

“Stop being so stubborn Bucky! You haven’t been there in years. Things change.”

“She can’t be trusted.”

Frowning you understood why he didn’t trust you. He was definitely Hydra. The famous super solider The Avengers have been hiding. It was hard to trust once you left that place. They broke you down so far you weren’t sure if you could ever build that feeling back up.

“Why? She left there just like you did.” Steve challenged.

“She just can’t!” He yelled making you jump right out of your seat, out of your composed demeanor. Fuck Hydra. Any loud noise and you were ready fight. Fight or flight was engrained into you.

Slowly you made your way back over to them only to earn a nasty glance from the long-haired man. Shooting Steve one last scowl he made sure to hit your shoulder when he left the room.

“Ouch.” You glared at the back of the man that was walking away, “What’s his fucking problem?” Crossing your hands over your chest you turned back towards Steve.

“That’s just Bucky.” Steve gave you a small half formed smile. Pursing your lips, you eyed him with a harsher look than you really should’ve, not really believing the words that came out of his mouth. Even if that was just Bucky it seemed personal.

“And you just deal with that?”

Steve sighed taking a seat at a bar stool, “He’s difficult with new people?”

“Are you asking me or telling me?”

He sighed not sure how to respond. Admittedly Steve wasn’t good at this people stuff. He was good at the fighting and saving people stuff. Not the trying to keep everybody on good terms in the team kind of guy. But he had to try. He knew Bucky needed you on the mission, “He’s just not a people person.”

“Wow,” You laughed harshly, not finding the situation funny in the slightest, “He’s a great person to have on a team then!”

Steve really didn’t know how to respond now. You walked into this place with the utmost confidence. Challenging not only him but everybody in this building. You were confident but not arrogant. Questioning the status quo that Bucky needed to latch onto. He wasn’t good with change. He was good with constants. And you were a change. A big change.

“He’s difficult. You’ll get used to him.” Steve nodded awkwardly, almost as if he wasn’t believing what he was saying.

And boy was that the understatement of the year. Bucky despised you. Not even sure what you did to get him so worked up all the time you just opted on ignoring the dude. It was easier to just pretend he wasn’t there than to try and get him to talk to you. Every single interaction with the man got harder and harder. You tried talking with Bruce and Natasha about it, but they were also at a loss. Even Steve couldn’t seem to figure it out.

Days turned to weeks turned to months and you turned to hate him to. If you couldn’t get a reason from him then you sure as shit didn’t need one then either. Every time the two of you were in the same room some stupid fucking fight had to occur. Sometimes he got the better of you and sometimes you got the better of him. Two super soldiers that hated each other for no apparent reason.

You went on missions together and learned that you fought nearly identically. Not a huge shock considering you were trained by the same supposed masterminds. Often being paired up because it worked the two of you just seemed to click on the battlefield, always coming up with a win. Holy hell did you two hate it though. Every second flying into the mission was met with complaining and nasty looks. Every moment flying home was met with criticisms and complaints about how you fought.

It was exhausting. He was pushing you further than fucking Hydra had just by his measly ass words. You wish you could let them roll off you like you had prior, but you couldn’t. Because of course you couldn’t. You took every fucking word to heart. Every criticism made you train harder. Every complaint made you fight with a little more force.

It was never enough. It would never be enough, and you had to accept it.

Then the day came for the big one. The big mission. The back ‘home’ mission. The mission you knew you were risking your life for. But hey, that’s why you came. Too late to back down now. You, Bucky, Cap and Nat were on the mission. You and Bucky would be the ones infiltrating with Nat and Cap ready for backup and ground cover.

You were ready for this. You’d trained for this.

You’d gotten in flawlessly. You just had to get to the damn office and go. Always easier said than done though.

“Y/N!” You heard the one voice you were praying you weren’t going to hear. The motherfucker that tortured and brainwashed you for all those years. Your bonafide handler if you will.

Instead of turning you pushed on behind Bucky, “Levi.” You muttered to Bucky. Get in, shoot the target, grab the goods, and go. It should’ve been simple if you were in the right headspace. But you weren’t, not just having a blowout with Bucky twenty minutes before. You’d argued the best way in because the two of you could never agree. Not until it was life or death.

“Y/N stop!” You shouldn’t have paused. That was your first mistake. Enough time for him to aim a bullet right at your hip. Luckily you were in stride, so it didn’t embed itself, just grazing your side deeply. You yelped out in pain. He knew where to hit. Of course, he had the right guns to get through your shield. You knew it you just refused to believe it. Push on, keep running.

Bucky only grabbed your hand when he saw your speed slowing. He knew better than to leave a soldier behind. Even if it was you.

“Come on, keep up!” He grunted pulling you along faster.

You face crinkled up in pain as you tried to keep up. Each step hurting slightly more than the last, “Sorry, Bucky. ‘M trying.” You could barely get out. Trying to focus on your breathing rather than the pain you hadn’t realized he nearly stopped to a halt. Hands grabbing your shoulders he shoved you behind him as he pulled out his own gun.

With movements faster than even you could comprehend he fired a shot to his head before he even realized what was happening.

“Holy shit.” You muttered watching the man that had tortured you for so long drop to ground like a bag of bricks.

“You’re welcome.” He smirked looking all too proud of himself.

You huffed, “Thanks, I guess?”

“Don’t get used to it. Let’s go. We’ve made a scene.” He dramatically rolled his eyes before continuing on running, just not as fast this time.

“Fuck.” You groaned trying to keep his pace but failing miserably. The wound starting to hurt more and more with each passing minute. The adrenaline was fading faster than you would’ve hoped.

“Gotta keep up now, we’re almost there.” He slowed down to a walk to keep pace with you. That was embarrassing.

You stopped when you couldn’t take it any longer, “I can’t, sorry. My side. It’s hurting. You go and I’ll keep cover or something. I’m useless right now.” You admitted as you moved you bloody hand away from your side.

“Ouch.” He raised an eyebrow in surprise. It must’ve been pretty bad if you got that reaction out of Bucky, “Right through the armor.”

You sighed, “Some special bullet. They were working on it when I was escaping. I’m sure they’ve perfected it by now. Lucky it hit my side, or it’d be right through me.” Laughing nervously, you observed a new reaction from him, actual empathy? He looked concerned as he walked around you, making sure you weren’t hurt.

“Who was that anyway?”

You shrugged, “They called him Levi. Not sure. He was my scientist and handler if you know what I mean.”

He nodded, “Sure. I had one myself.”

You sighed placing pressure back on the still seeping wound, “Guess they don’t change. Even eighty years later.” You leaned back on the wall, “Go. Finish the mission.”

“Yeah, one problem though. Can’t leave you. Boss’s orders.” He tapped his microphone in his ear before making his way over to you.

“What?” You could barely get out before he picked you right up, “What are you doing Bucky?” You didn’t want to admit just how fucking good his embrace felt. Not now especially. Not in the middle of the damn hydra base. Not when you knew he fucking despised you.

“Boss said nobody left behind. Off we go.” He ran with you easily. You knew you could likely do the same. Being super soldiers and all.

“Who?” You challenged him. Why? You didn’t really know. Maybe it was your defensiveness kicking in. More so it was that you were confused as to why he was helping. You were sure he was going to sprint right away once you gave him the go ahead.

“Cap.”

Thinking for a moment you realized that it was plausible. Steve had been very protective over you from the get-go, “Guess I’ll have to thank Cap later then.”

“Sure.” Bucky refused to look at you and kept his eyes ahead. Bucky knew these hallways just as well as you did. You were right after all, not much had changed in the eighty or so year timespan between the two of your stays.

Realizing his one worded answers were a tactic you quieted down. He wasn’t a terribly chatty guy to begin with. Then add you to the mix? He couldn’t stand it. What was his reasoning for disliking you so? He knew deep down you were fine. You escaped the Hydra hell hole just like he did. But he knew how fucked up you likely were. Even if you were just a quarter as fucked up as he was you were in a bad state. Hydra had no limits. They’d kill for far less.

He didn’t trust you. He didn’t trust himself so how in the hell could he trust you? It was easier this way. Keep the Hydra girl far, far away. What’s the easiest way to do that? Be the biggest dickhead he could be. It was successful. He even had his best friend stumped. He wouldn’t budge. Couldn’t budge. It was best for both of you.

Then you had to go and get yourself shot. He’d never leave you behind. Even if he didn’t trust you fully, he couldn’t let a member of his team stay back when he was more than capable of helping.

He set you down in the office chair once he made it to the main office where all the documents were kept, “Keep watch, alright?”

“Yes sir.” Giving him a more than sarcastic salute you nodded him to look for the files needed.

He turned concentrating on finding what he needed. You heard footsteps from down the hall. You didn’t think much of it as you started to feel a little funny. The sound of those footsteps marching in such a manner brining you right back to when you were a prisoner in their system only two years ago. The sights, smells and now sounds flashing you back to those horrific days.

You heard the steps stop at the door. You fucked up. You lost concentration. You were supposed to be keeping guard and you couldn’t even do that. Fuck, the footsteps should have started up again, but they didn’t. They stopped right in front of the door.

“Bucky!” You yelled getting his attention, your cover was blown anyway. It didn’t matter, “Door. 2 people.”

He nodded grabbing his gun a little too late. As did you. Hearing a faint, “It’s her.” Before a bullet ripped right through your lower half. You immediately let out a pained cry as the bullet hit you straight in the abdomen. Fuck. How unlucky could you be?

Quickly, Bucky shot them both a second too late. Realizing you were the target he rushed over to you. Your eyes felt far too heavy to know you probably weren’t making it out of this one. Not without help at least.

“Oh, no, no, no, no.” Bucky’s eyes widened seeing the blood drip down you side, staining your suit a nasty crimson color. Slumping back into the chair you were already sitting in. You closed your eyes before opening them very slowly.

“Damn.” Looking down you covered your stomach as best as you could, but this was a whole lot of blood. You’d never seen yourself this bloody before. The worst was the smell of it. The nasty metallic stench was a smell you could certainly live without. It smelled even worse knowing it was your own fucking blood.

He ripped off a pant leg quicky tying it around your waist as quick as he could, making sure the bulk of it sinched your abdomen in, “Good enough.” He grumbled before lifting you bridal style, “I need you to stay with me now, Y/N. Eyes on me now.”

“Okay.” You spoke as best as you could.

Your eyes felt too heavy though. It was getting hard to keep them open. You knew this meant you lost too much blood. You’d only felt this a few times prior, each time just escaping by the skin of your teeth. This seemed different though, a little more severe.

“Shit, Y/N. You’ve gotta keep your eyes open.” You felt like he was climbing now. Was he really about to get you out of here safely?

“’M trying.” You mumbled.

What came out of Bucky’s mouth shocked you right back into the present, “And you’re doing so good. But I need to see them open right now yeah?” Was Bucky, of all people, praising you? You hated to admit it, but it felt too damn good.

Opening them just a bit more you saw Bucky’s now anxiety riddled face, “Thank you.” He sighed while squeezing you softly, “Just a little bit further. There’s a house on the mountain side with some suppliers. I hid there not too long ago when we were scoping the place out.”

“Sure.” You coughed, immediately regretting the reaction. You let out a guttural cry feeling the pain ripple from your abdomen all across your body.

“Almost there. Just a little longer.” You saw him tap his comm’s continuously trying to get ahold of anybody.

“Cap, oh thank God.” He sped up seeing your eyes begin to shut again softly, “She’s shot… yeah… no, it’s not good. I’m heading to the bunker now. We need backup right away… Yes, got the documents. Copy.”

He looked relieved when he saw the house on the horizon only to be shattered when he saw your eyes closed completely, “Y/N! Wake up!”

You faintly heard him but couldn’t seem to care. It was too fucking hard to open your eyes, “Come on Y/N!” He tried shaking you gently once he got to the side door.

You hummed trying to let him know you heard him.

“Fuck.” He kicked the door in not really giving a damn about it now. He laid you down on the couch checking your back to see if there was an exit wound. He was a little relieved to know there wasn’t one, which meant the bullet was in you still. That sucked for you later but for now it meant he could get you back into a survivable state.

“This is going to hurt.” Bucky frowned pulling the stitch kit out of the bathroom along with the first aid kit. Bucky opted for the stapler as it was quicker and slightly less painful than stitching you back up without any numbing.

He went ahead without your acknowledgement. Your eyes shot open as the first staple began to close the wound. Letting out a quiet whimper you knew you needed to stay as still as possible for him but damn, did that hurt

“I’m so sorry. Here squeeze my leg. But don’t break it.” He shuffled around so his leg was near a hand offering you something to grasp onto. He knew just how painful this was. He’d been through it a few times before. Just like you had. It didn’t make it hurt any less though.

“Shit.” You let out a soft cry as he placed the second staple through your skin.

“I know. Fuck. Only a few more.” His hands trembled as your blood coated his hands. He paused only to wipe it clean so he could see. He didn’t want to put you through any more pain than necessary.

You nodded blinking back tears. For whatever reason this was worse than the Hydra torture. This felt like you were being cared for by somebody who actually did care. Not just an asset. Even if he hated you at least he had an emotion towards you. He noticed you.

You groaned when you felt another staple bring your skin back together.

“Two more.” He sighed wiping away the seeping blood that didn’t want to stop.

“Go fast.” You bit your teeth together grabbing onto his leg. He nodded hitting the last two back-to-back.

You sighed knowing the worst of it was over. Placing a pack of gauze down he pressed down firmly before wrapping and bandaging you up, “How do you feel?” He asked nervously not sure what to expect from you. Things were going to get awkward now. He just knew it. He couldn’t go back to treating you the way he had been before. Not after this trip. You’d gotten too close. Shared a little bit too much to act so cold.

“Better.” You gave him a soft nod thankful that it was closed up. But you were still feeling it. You still had a wound, a bullet lodged in you.

“Cap and Nat will be here soon.” He broke you out of your thoughts.

You closed your eyes focusing on breathing. It hurt, really fucking bad. But at least you weren’t bleeding anymore. Bucky had taken care of that for you.

“Wake me when they get here.” Your eyes felt too heavy now. The adrenaline all but worn off all you wanted to do was sleep.

He didn’t like that answer. “Y/N.” He shook your shoulder forcing you to open your eyes before he would stop, “Just keep them open for a little longer. Once you’re hooked up to a monitor then you can go to sleep. Okay?”

“I’m just... so tired.” You sighed, trying your best to stay earth side.

“I know.” He paused before speaking to Cap again, “We’ll be right out.”

He didn’t wait to explain anything before he picked you right back up hauling you out to the jet, “Get Banner on the line!” Bucky shouted before gently setting you on the first aid gurney they had stashed for injuries. It was used more often than the team wanted to admit.

“Nat’s on the phone with him now. What happened Bucky? I told you…” Steve gave him a frustrated look. A look that let Bucky know he was angry.

“You don’t think I fucking know?” He growled feeling terrible about what happened, “It happened too fast. They had these special fucking bullets, Steve. I stapled her up. Fuck. She lost so much blood.” He slammed his fist down on a table next to you making you jump slightly. Bucky mumbled some half-baked apologies before walking away. Running his hands through his hard trying his hardest not to rip some of it out.

He should’ve been quicker. He knew you were injured and weren’t on your best game. He had no excuse. You even gave him a heads up and he still failed to protect you. He felt like he was the worst. Always seemingly failing.

“She’s fine. She’ll make a full recovery. Bruce is sure of it. He’s reading her vitals right now and he’s saying she’s right where she should be. You did exactly what you needed to..” Nat placed a comforting hand on her friend’s shoulder. She knew he was tearing himself up over this.

“Hey, you heard Nat, right?” Steve asked. He didn’t like the way Bucky didn’t seem to respond, “What’s going on? You don’t even like her?”

Letting out a frustrated sigh he turned to face Steve, “I don’t trust her. It’s not that I don’t like her. And then she was so fucking helpless. I haven’t seen her like that. Not in the months of training we had back and forth. I thought she was going to die.” Bucky admitted to his best friend.

“Well she didn’t and she’s not. Let’s get her home first and we’ll talk later.”

Bucky nodded, too afraid to go back over to you he took a seat at the front of the jet. Nat and Steve were right there for you anyway. It’s not like you wanted to see him away, or so he thought.

A soft knock at the door drew your eyes away from the book you were reading. The only thing that seemed to pass the time as you waited for Bruce to let you go back to your room. So far, you’ve been confined to the damn hospital wing for three days, three very long days.

“You came?” You asked a little confused by your guest.

Bucky hummed letting himself in, “How are you?” He stood at the foot of your bed not sure what to do with himself.

“I’m good. Thanks for saving my life and all.” Smiling at him for the first time ever you didn’t mind it. You didn’t mind not yelling at him. Actually, kind of enjoying it.

“Yeah sure. Need somebody to argue with.” He tried to joke only to be met with a frown by you.

You sighed, “Can we not? For once? Please. I’m so tired.”

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m sorry. I was joking.” He looked away pretending to be captured by the painting on the wall.

“Yeah.” You nodded not sure what to say. How awkward was this. You’ve known each other for months but didn’t know each other at all. All you’ve done was argue. Fight. Yell and scream. But now? This was weird.

“I’m sorry.” Bucky leaned back onto the wall, “Really. I would understand if you don’t want a thing to do with me Y/N. Really. I’m..”

You stopped him by placing a hand up, “It’s okay. I wouldn’t trust me either.” You breathed out, “Just can we not fight? It’s exhausting.”

He nodded, “Sure, yeah.”

“Okay, good.” You let out the breath you’ve been holding for a while. It felt as if a weight had been lifted off your shoulders. Sure, it was awkward, but damn did it feel good to talk to him for once.

“You sure you’re, okay?” Bucky asked again. He was at a loss for words, but he decided to try. Maybe he could find some commonality with you. You’d been through the same shit after all. He didn’t blame you if you wanted him to go far away though, he treated you so terribly.

You nodded sincerely, “I’m great. Bruce just won’t let me go.” You watched his face full of skepticism, “Really, I’m good. Surgery went well and I’ve been out and about all morning. Bruce made me rest.”

Bucky smiled for the first time in a while. Enjoying hearing your explanation even if he didn’t fully believe you, “I’ll tell you what. Once Bruce gives you the okay… since you’re so fine. Me and you spar in the weight room?”

You laughed. It didn’t surprise you. It seemed like him. His way of apologizing to you as best he could, “Sure thing James.”

“What? How’d you know?” He thought back to anytime anybody had called him that name he so rarely heard.

Grinning you couldn’t stop the sudden smile that graced your face, “Rodgers.”

“Bastard.” Both of you joined in laughter for the first but definitely not last time.

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Everything to me

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Prompt 23. “You are more than you think of yourself. You’re everything to me.” + 28. “You’re the only person I’ve ever actually wanted to spent the rest of my life with.”

Pairing : Bucky Barnes x (they/them) reader

Type : angst + fluff

Word count : 2k

have a great day/night!! <3

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“Are you sure you don’t want to come?” Sam asked, looking over in concern. When he had first mentioned it, he had been all up for it and now he didn’t want to go. “I’m sure.” Bucky grumbled, downing the rest of the whisky he had in his glass, internally cursing at the serum in him. Sam sighed, sitting next to him. “You know they’re coming, right?” he mentioned, watching Bucky freeze slightly at the mention. “And.” he bluntly answered, pretending not to care. His response didn’t faze sam.

He had known Bucky for years now, and was well aware of when he was lying - he could read his like a book. However, he decided not to push, simply patting Bucky’s shoulder. “Look, if you change your mind, you know where we are.” Sam started, nodding his head outside, referring to where the party was being held. “This may be your last chance. Don’t make a decision you’re going to regret - not again.” he finished, heading out the door and leaving Bucky with his inner thoughts.

Bucky sighed as he sat on his bed, his head in his hands. He ran a hand through his recently cut hair, looking up at his desk. His eyes set on the picture frame that was face down, hiding the picture. He picked it up, his finger running across their face as he smiled sadly, unaware of the tears rolling down his face until they landed on the glass. He wiped them off, placing it back down on the desk as he groaned in anger. Bucky picked his phone up, typing his password in and going into his contacts. He found himself pressing their contact, his finger hovering above the call button.

Eventually, he turned his phone down, chucking it down on the mattress next to him. “Forget this.” he mumbled, hoping he’d be able to convince himself out of going, not wanting to give in to Sam. But what if what he said was true? What if it really was his last chance to make things right? He had been so stupid to break things off after Steve left him, not wanting to lose anyone else so he cut them off before they did it to him. But by doing what he thought was the right thing, he hurt his best friends. He cut Sam off, completely shutting him out as well as his soulmate - Y/n.

A few days after Steve had gone, he called it quits. Not only that, but he had left her broken, not giving them an explanation, a chance to talk it out and even ignoring their texts and calls. He hurt the one person he had sworn not to - and it killed him inside. The only reason he had reconnected with Sam was due to his therapist and Sam’s nonstop efforts. He was too stubborn to message Y/n first and well; they were too hurt and probably too scared to reach out - and he couldn’t blame them.

He gave in, getting up and looking through his wardrobe, huffing as he found nothing, either too scruffy or his work suit. After a few minutes, he settled for his maroon shirt, a tidy pair of trousers and his jacket he was rarely seen without. He put his shoes on, grabbing his sunglasses and placing them on his head. Bucky walked into the kitchen, looking through the cupboards for something to bring, eventually settling on the Oreo cake he had brought when he came over, forgetting to actually give it to the family. He nervously tapped his finger against the container, his matching ring making noise against it as he took a deep breath before heading towards the door.

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“Captain America!” they called smugly, grinning as they saw Sam register who it was. “If it isn’t my favourite soldier!” he gasped, opening his arms as they laughed, hugging him. Y/n was practically family - they had grown up with Sam and Sarah. The Wilsons treated Y/n as if they were their own child and Y/n had always been thankful for them. Y/n was particularly close with Sam, having been in the Avengers and seeing him often - after all, they were the one who introduced him to Steve and Bucky.

Sam frowned as he saw them look around, knowing she was looking for a certain someone without saying it. “How are you feeling?” he asked quietly, hearing the boys near and not wanting them to know what was going on. “I’m a bit better. It just...” they paused, their eyes misting over. Sam pulled her closer kissing the top of their head. “Hey, it’s okay. He’ll realise his mistake, and you’ll sort it out.” he assured, Y/n sighing. “I’m not so sure Sam. Since Steve, you know...” they reminded as he nodded in defeat. “He’ll come around, I’m sure of it. He needs to because I’m getting sick of him.” he teased, nudging them and grinning as he managed to get a laugh out of them. All he could do is hope Bucky would.

Sarah smiled at Sam knowingly as the car pulled up, seeing the figure inside. “I’ll go help with food.” she said, walking over to where it was cooking as he waited for Bucky to get out. The boys came running over instantly as they saw him. “Oh! There he is!” Bucky said, dodging Cas’ punch but pretending AJ hit him. He moved his arm back, pretending he was going to throw the cake at them in slow mo. He pulled both of them into a side hug, ruffling their hair as they groaned in protest. “Come on, let’s go find your mum and uncle.” he told them, the pair following his words. “Oh! You need to meet our aunt/uncle!” AJ gasped, Cas agreeing. He looked at the two in curiosity. “Aunt/uncle Y/n!” AJ finished as if it was the most obvious answer, Bucky chuckling awkwardly. “Is that so?” he stated.

“Where is everyone?” Bucky joked, taking his shades off and greeting Sam and Sarah. The boys ran around before Sam ushered them away for a second. He crossed his arms on his chest, looking at his friend knowingly. “So?” he asked, smirking at the man in front of him. “Shut up, you know why I’m here.” he huffed, punching him in the shoulder as he looked around for them.

“Y/n’s over there.” Sam said, pointing to where people were stood talking. Y/n was with someone Bucky didn’t recognise, laughing as he said something and he twirled them around, dancing to the music and a massive grin on their face. He felt the familiar feeling he had longed for - the butterflies in the stomach, the weak legs, the massive lovestruck grin fighting its way to his face. But also, he felt defeat. They looked so happy, there was no way they hadn’t possibly moved on. Sam saw the look of defeat on his face and squeezed his shoulder comfortingly. “I can hear your brain working, Buck. It’s fine, you’ve got time.” he assured, walking over to the rows of benches and gesturing for him to follow, Bucky’s eyes not leaving Y/n once.

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Y/n felt a soft smile find its way to their face as they watched Bucky interact with the children, seeing how many he could lift on his metal arm, proudness filling them as a few years ago, he would have refused to even show people his arm. Everyone came together, sharing stories which were mostly about the trouble Sam and Y/n used to cause when they were younger, AJ and Cas claiming to carry it on. Throughout the evening, Y/n and Bucky found each other looking at the other or even locking eyes, sending a shy smile between them but nothing more. “Go talk to them man.” Sam groaned, face palming as he watched his friend gaze at her while they spoke to people. “I will, just, not now.” he assured, brushing Sam off who knew he was just making excuses. “Do it when everyone’s left, okay? I’ll let you off helping tidying up.” he teased, Bucky sighing and nodding, knowing it was the only way to get him to stop.

“Thank you for coming! It was so nice to see you!” Y/n said, waving goodbye to one of the family and sitting on the edge of the dock, legs dangling in between the pavement and the boat as they watched the waves ripple with the glistening sunset. They took a deep breath, taking a break from the socialising, the small sounds of chatter behind them of the few people left talking amongst themselves. They heard footsteps approach them, before sitting down next to them, a small grin on their face as she smelt familiar scent they had missed. No words were exchanged for a bit, the two sat as they looked into the sunset. “It’s nice to see you stayed friends with Sam.” Y/n commented after a bit, Bucky grimacing at the slightly bitter tone but he couldn’t blame them. “Y/n...” he whispered, looking at them to see them already looking at him, their eyes slightly watered. “Why did you cut me off?” they asked, their voice cracking. Bucky thought about it before responding, wanting to get the words right. He looked away, guilt filling him.

“I... It was two reasons. The first was with Steve leaving, not even considering staying, I felt the need to distance myself from everyone. That way no one could disappoint me again and I wouldn’t have to worry about being abandoned.” he opened up, his leg bouncing up and down due to nerves and feeling himself heat up. “So, you thought abandoning me was better? You stayed in touch with Sam.” they argued, Bucky shaking his head at the words and looking hurt. “No, no, not at all Y/n/n. I didn’t stay in touch with Sam either, my therapist wouldn’t stop lecturing me about not talking to the pair of you. I only started talking to Sam again because of the asshole who decided he could be Captain America.” he explained, grunting as he pictured walkers’ face in his head, not being able to stand the man. Y/n played with their fingers before speaking again, taking it in.

“What...what was the second reason?” they spoke up, their voice only loud enough for him to hear, not wanting to cry. Bucky sighed, looking at his metal arm and hand, Y/n following his line of sight. “You deserved better. Not me. Not someone who was a monster and I’m past my time.” he admitted, Y/n frowning at the words. “Buck...” they mumbled, grabbing his metal hand that was closest to them. They intertwined their hand with his, looking at him. “Look at me.” they instructed; Bucky’s eyes fixed on the waves in front of them. “Bucky, please.” they asked, him gritting his teeth as he looked at them, their face softening as they saw the tears that had rolled down. Y/n moved their hand up, wiping the tears from his cheeks. “Well, for one, you are more than you think of yourself. You’re everything to me.” they confessed, a hand caressing his cheek as they spoke, Bucky looking at the ground and resting his own hand on their wrist softly. “You’re not mine, doll. You should be with someone your age and time, not me who’s one hundred and six years old and in a well extended life.” he tried to joke, getting a laugh from Y/n who shook their head at his antics.

“Have you ever considered I want the one hundred-and-six year old man in front of me? I mean, lucky for you I like older men-” they teased, pausing as they heard his laugh that made them weak in their knees. “But seriously, Buck, You’re the only person I’ve ever actually wanted to spent the rest of my life with.” they comforted, the man looking back at them with wide eyes. “Really?” he questioned, Y/n smiling at his reaction. “Yes. I don’t want anyone else.” they reminded, leaning forward. “Forgive me?” he whispered, their foreheads resting against each other’s. “I forgave you ages ago.” they grinned, leaning forward and connecting their lips for a much-needed kiss, showing the passion and the love between the soulmates - and they had many more to make up for lost time, waiting for them.

“I love you, doll.”

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lanadelreyscokewhor3 · 2 years

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BURNING DESIRE- J.B BARNES

Pairing: Avengers! Bucky Barnes x Avengers! Reader (enemies to lovers)

Word Count: 2.9k

Summary: after being sprayed with sex pollen on a mission gone wrong, bucky is the only man who can help you. the issue? you hate his guts.

Warnings: SMUT, sex pollen, praise kink, swearing, daddy kink,knife to throat, gore/blood mentioned, violence mentioned, choking, finger sucking, belly bulge/ size kink, sub space, pet names, over stim

Notes: i am re-uploading this bc i like it oodles and i need something to post bc i have to study<333 and i luv enemies to lovers

His body slumped to the ground, the crimson blood pooling around your feet as you slid the gleaming hand knife back in its sheath.

The tangy, rusty smell burned your nostrils as you stepped over the dead man, your boots leaving a trail of red stained footprints as you walked silently over to the desk in the corner.

Waves churned in the background as you watched the dim light swing side to side from the ceiling, the boats rocking motion making you feel slightly queasy. You needed to get out of here fast. The sound of the alarms would sound as soon as the guards found the knocked-out soldiers that you had dragged behind cargo crates, their bodies sure to be tipped in the open with the current of the water.

You had only killed three people this mission, a drastic change from your last missions.

The Avengers borderline refused to kill people, unless they absolutely had to be killed. Johnson, Wayne and Smith had to be killed.

They were in your way. They’d understand.

Sliding loose papers out of the way, you frantically looked for the HYDRA reports Rogers and Stark had requested.

Nothing.

You growled in annoyance, tossing papers over your shoulder as you continued to search. You whipped open the wooden drawers of the desk, ripping them clean out of their spaces. Watching them clatter to the ground, you sighed.

You were fucked. Utterly fucked.

Kicking the drawer, you watched it slide over to the remnants of Smith, blood soaking through the cracks and crevices of the wood as it lay beside his hand.

There was nothing here.

Spotting an exit in the darkness, you made your getaway. You were annoyed, tired and injured. You could feel the purples and yellows of the bruises form across your skin from under your skintight suit, blood trickling from the gash in your arm a soldier has caused.

The metal door refused to budge as you pushed it, only creaking slightly.

God fucking dammit!

With a sigh and some phrases that would have your grandmother rolling in her grave, you stepped back, putting your full weight into the door. It finally nudged open, the metal slightly indented from your shoulder. Blinded with rage, you shimmed through the crack.

Stupid fucking boat. This entire mission was stupid, and the fact you were here with Bucky made it all the more merry. You hated that man more than this mission, his annoying fucking attitude-

Your thoughts were interrupted by a stinging in your eyes, your nose suddenly clogged with dust. You coughed and wheezed as you attempted to get the yellow powder out from your eyes, rubbing them frantically. The powder stayed on your skin, your vision blurring as your eyes watered.

The plant had blinded you, it was choking you, stealing the air from your lungs-

“What. The fuck.” a deep voice growled, his weight pinning you against the wall.

You blinked feverishly, Bucky's icy blue eyes staring down at you with enough anger to make your stomach curl in on itself. You wheezed from the force, your breath caught short as a silver knife was placed to your throat, a warning. Bucky tilted the knife against your soft skin, threatening to break it.

“Do you mind explaining to me why there are three dead men on this god damn boat?” he hissed, anger rolling off him like the very waves outside. “They are not men.” you spat, growling as he nicked the knife against your jawline.

“No bodies. That was the orders we were given. You're supposed to be decreasing your body count, not increasing it Y/L/N.”

“Like you Sargent? Your body count is pretty low ain't it?” you smirked, knowing you had struck a nerve. He was so close to you, you could feel his breath, could smell the smoke and gunpowder that was caked on his skin.

“Watch your fucking mouth before I find methods of shutting it.”

The alarms began to sound, their wails piercing through the second remark you were about to shove down his throat. The guards had found them. You hadn't exactly done an amazing job cleaning the blood, as stopping to grab a mop and some bleach were not exactly high on your priority list at the moment.

Still- you wished you had at least dragged them somewhere more hidden.

Oh well.

“Shit!” Bucky cursed, removing the knife he had pinned to your throat and letting your body fall to the floor with an oof! “We gotta get to the speedboat.” he growled, voice almost unrecognizable as you scrambled up from the floor, your legs weak and wobbly from the abuse you had taken tonight.

“I thought we should turn on some jazz, maybe eat some caviar with em Barnes. They seem like rather friendly specimens.” you spat, a knife heavy in your hand as you trailed after the large supersoldier.

“Ya know I’ve really had enough of that bratty mouth you got Y/L/N.” he whispered as the two of you hid behind the corner, the sound of guards yelling and running by causing the two of you to linger in the darkness.

A bright beam of light flashed by, making you wince as a guard ran past. It was then when he saw the yellow powder that speckled across your cheeks like freckles, like fairy dust. His eyes narrowed, his pearly whites tugging his bottom lip in worry.

Whatever it was that plant sprayed on you, it could not be good, if Barnes looked concerned for you.

“So do something about it.” you smirked, santurning down the hallway as the men cleared.

Those words were not like you. You had only said those things to him in your wildest fantasies, never ever out loud. Maybe the plant had sprinkled you with confidence. Or maybe it had royally screwed you over, acting as a truth serum. Either way, you were fucked.

A look of shock was plastered across Bucky's face at your sudden change in demeanor, eyebrows furrowed as he lingered in the darkness, waiting for the men to pass.

It was at this moment you remembered the files you had been sent to get, and failed. They weren't on this ship. Not only had you killed three men, but you had been unsuccessful in gathering the papers on top of making a complete fool of yourself in front of Bucky.

The thought alone had you flinging your knife with force towards a guard, hitting jackpot as it struck clean through his eye. Yells and the sounds of bullets raining down muffled as you slung your body over the metal railing, dropping down to the escape boat below.

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It was hot.

Holy gods, was it ever hot.

You felt as if you were trapped inside a volcano, its lava scorching your skin clean off your bones. Sweat burned your eyes as you blinked them open, grogginess taking hold. Your shirt stuck to your skin, a puddle of sweat now on the sheets where you lay.

No amount of water could quince your thirst, your throat dry, glass empty. Stumbling out of your bed at the safehouse, you groaned in discomfort, grabbing your lower stomach in pain.

It hurt.

Your entire core was on fire, wetness sticking to your inner thighs as you clenched them. Your cunt throbbed, tingling as you stumbled in the darkness.

Something was wrong. Something was very wrong.

You were so desperate, you were debating rutting against the corner of the desk to satisfy the urge you so desperately craved, but the emotional side of your brain kicked into overdrive, telling you that wouldn't be enough. You needed Bucky’s help.

You knew deep down for a fact something was extremely wrong if your brain went straight to Bucky.

Independence was your middle name. You had never needed anyone to take care of you, to comfort you in times of need. But this, this feeling was something else. Something you had never felt before. Tylenol and a glass of cold water couldn't cure whatever was going on with you.

A part of you wished you could stop your legs from carrying you to his room- but you couldn't. You were like an animal in heat, scenting him on every single thing you passed. The art pieces, the carpet. The mirror at the end of the hall, the decor vases Tony had bought despite knowing they’d be smashed at some point.

He was everywhere.

You took a shuttering breath as you neared his door, the wood creaking under your feet. What were you doing? This was wrong, a god-awful idea. A sharp pain came licking down your spine suddenly, making your cunt throb painfully. You hissed, pushing open his door.

That was why you were here. Because you needed Bucky to fix you.

“Y/N?” he asked softly, voice laced with sleep as he sat up in bed. His abs gleamed in the pale moonlight as pieces of his hair brushed his cheekbones, despite being tied back in a bun. You fought the urge to tackle him like a quarterback, biting and licking every inch of him.

“S’bad.” you whispered, clenching your thighs together as you approached his frame, now sitting up in bed, worry audible on his face. “S’bad!” you whined again, thoughts becoming a jumble as you stumbled over to him, hand sliding between your thighs.

“Hey, hey what’s so bad? What's going on sweetheart?”

Sweetheart. You nearly combusted right then and there.

“Tingles. Can’t think, I’m burning up.” you cried, collapsing on the bed beside him, hips beginning to rut against the mattress. “What’s going on sweetheart? Can you use your big girl words and tell me what's happening?”

Oh gods. If Bucky, Bucky mother fucking Barnes was talking to you like this, you knew you were in a state of sorrow. You never thought of him as a person of comfort, yet here he was, his words sweet as honey as they rolled off his tongue.

You looked up at him, a wild look in your eye as your hair was plastered to your forehead. “I dunno. Something on the boat, I think- I think it did something. It tingles all over, hurts.” His eyes widened, realization hitting him like a freight train.

“Sex pollen.” he muttered, hand coming up to your forehead, wincing at the temperature. “Sex…” you trailed off, moaning into the sheets as you brought your hand back up from your thighs, juices coating your fingertips.

A low growl left Bucky's throat at the sight, physically having to hold himself back from grabbing you and fucking you like a wild animal. His cock was so hard it was borderline painful, the sight of you rutting into the bed like a bitch in heat enough to send him spiraling.

You were far too horny to be embarrassed right now, your brain coated in a dull smog. “You can’t take this on by yourself sweetheart, it's far too much. I’m going to help you okay?” he cooed softly, removing himself from the bed to slowly make his way over to where your body was draped across the sheets, legs trembling as you fought to keep yourself up.

“D’know what's going on.” you whimpered, whimper turning into a moan as you finally noticed the pile of his clothes spewed across the floor.

“It’s okay honey, you don't need to know anything at all. Daddy's gonna do all the thinking for you right now, okay. Just trust me.” he assured, his large 6’5 frame making its way behind you.

You mewled as his firm grip was placed on your sides, helping you crawl up onto all fours. His metal hand was cool to the touch, and you savoured it on your hot skin as he guided you on wobbly arms. “Can’t stay up-”

A deep chuckle sounded from behind you, a grin plastered on Bucky's face. He was enjoying this, in some sense. Not that you were in pain, or that you had been drugged. In the way you were here, on his bed, aching to be touched by him. Something he had wanted for ages now, something he had been too scared to do anything about.

But you were here now, and that was all that mattered.

He knew from his past time at HYDRA the drug took at least forty-eight hours to wear off. So he’d make it the best forty-eight hours of your life.

“Already cockdrunk and I’ve barely touched you yet. Don't worry sweetheart, we’ll have lots of time to train you.” he smiled, his hand sliding over to wrap around your throat, pinning you against his chest.

You couldn't register his words. Didn’t care what they were, to be quite honest. All you knew was that if you didn’t get this man inside you soon, you’d trickle into the water that fell across the bay windows.

Hell, you were already as wet as them.

The throbbing of your cunt only increased at Bucky's nearness, the smell of cedar and smoke wrapping your senses in a warm embrace. “Need you please daddy. Please!” you whispered, tears began to trickle down your cheeks as the pain consumed you whole.

You gripped his wrist that held your throat, needing any sense of comfort you could get at the moment. “Such a good girl.” he praised, entering your weeping hole in one quick fluid motion.

There was no time for foreplay. There was no need.

You screamed his name as he filled you to the brim, sucking him in and clenching around him madly. He moaned as you gripped him, wetness coating his cock. “That's it sweetheart. I’m going to make you all better okay?”

You nodded frantically, eyes widening as he slid out of you, hitting home once more with a thrust hard enough to make you see stars. If it weren't for his assistance, you would have fallen to the bed, molding into the blankets below.

“S’too much!” you whined, legs shaking even harder as he picked up a steady rhythm, rocking into you and brushing your g-spot with each thrust. You felt as if your body was on cloud nine, and you were simply one with birds in the sky.

You were flying.

“You have to take it дорогой. I’m doing this to help you, I’m doing this because it's good for you. I know what's good for you.” he explained, knowing you were far too gone to hear him properly. “Just listen to the sound of my voice okay? Daddy's the only- only one who can help silly little girls like you.” he grunted, faltering as you squeezed around his thick length, hand coming down to grab his metal one.

You parted your lips, sliding his metal fingers in your mouth and began to suck absentmindedly as he continued to fuck you, your screams now muffled by his fingers. You gripped his wrist tightly as you swirled your tongue around his digits.

“Such a dumb fucking baby.” he smiled down at you, laughing as you jolted forward with a hard thrust. Letting his fingers go with a whine, you watched your saliva trail from your lips to his fingers, his hand sliding down to tease your aching breasts.

“Daddy so so so good!” you moaned, feeling the release you had so desperately craved come barreling down your spine, licking and caressing each nerve, each bone as it neared.

“You gonna cum дорогой?” he asked, cooing down at you softly as you answered with mindless babbles, words slurring together as the coil in your core began to snap. “S’needy for me hmm? Need me to fill you up, stuff you full?”

“Mghmh yes!” you cried, head lolling against his chest as he began to press down on the bulge in your belly, the sensations making you squirm as he slowed his thrusts.

“I’m gonna let you cum, but that's the only way you're going to cum - got it? You only cum when Daddy says you can. And you’re only done when Daddy says you're done. I don't care if you're passed out, covered in cum on this bed, I will fuck you in your sleep.” he muttered gently, his words anything but.

“Yes Daddy, anything for you.” you sighed dreamily, too cockdrunk to comprehend.

You came around his cock with a cry, his soft, gentle thrusts working you through your orgasm, his sweet words and cooes making butterflies explode in your tummy. “Now where was this mouth when we were on the boat hmm? Just needed some cock in you to keep you nice?” Bucky teased, moaning as he saw your cum coat his dick, your cream coating the base.

It was enough to send Bucky over the edge, thrust becoming sloppy as he pounded into you, using your body as a means of his pleasure. His warm cum coated your insides, overflowing inside you as you continued to cry out his name. “That's it, good girl. Gotta take your medicine.”

You slumped to the bed as Bucky let go of your throat, body shaking as he pulled out of you, his cum trickling down your inner thighs. “Still… still hurts.” you trailed off, exhausted from the fuck Bucky had gifted you with.

“I know sweetheart. This is gonna take forty-eight hour treatment.” he explained, hand coming down to smack your ass, making you hiss.

“Whatever… whatever you say daddy.” you yawned, black spots dancing in your vision as sleep threatened to take over. But there was no time for sleep. Every time your eyelids drooped, even a smidge, your cunt would remind you just exactly you were still awake.

“That's what I like to hear, sweetheart.”

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themorningsunshine · 1 year

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Dancing in the rain

This is for @traitorjoelite ‘s #sweet as sugar challenge.. I chose to write ‘friends to lovers’ in the marvel universe.

Pairing - Bucky Barnes x f!reader

Word count - 1.4k

Warnings - None :)

"And then he turned back into himself and went, "AAHHH!!! It's me! And then stabbed Thor". Bucky couldn't help but smile as you giggled after telling him your favorite Loki prank, of how Loki had once turned himself into a snake and stabbed Thor when they were mere kids. He would have commented on how Loki -like that was but right now, he couldn't care less.

He just looked at you, telling him a story to cheer him up with your hands moving for emphasis and he couldn't care less about the story. As a small smile crept across his lips, he realized he could listen to you talk about the weather and would still be enthralled.

He had had a bad day. They happened more often than not to him, honestly. He could get frustrated at the smallest of things these days. The coffee might be too sweet. The roads are too loud. The weather is too humid. Anything.

But today, it was much worse. He had his court-mandated therapy session today and it was exhausting. He rarely ever answered Dr. Raynor's questions but she was coming up with new ways to get him to talk. He knew she was just doing her job, but it annoyed him to no end.

When he walked out of her office, pissed and feeling like he was about to close up on himself, he called the one person he knew would help him feel better, you. He would have been more than happy to just talk to you over the phone but you told him you were just in the neighborhood and that he should meet you in the nearby coffee shop. He didn't have to be told twice.

The waiter's voice brings Bucky back to reality and he realizes it's time to leave. He might not have noticed, but a couple of hours had already passed.

The both of you start walking towards the gate of the cafe as you lean in towards him to whisper, "Buck, you wanna talk about it now?"

Bucky just shakes his head. He hadn't told you before because he badly needed anything to distract him, and you understood. You always did.

This time, he just smiles at you. He is feeling much better now. He would even go as far as calling himself happy or at least content.

When the both of you walk out of the door, the smell and the winds hit you before you hear the pitter-patter of rain. It was raining, heavily and it looked like it had been for an hour.

Bucky looks at you when he is about to call a cab but he can't get himself to speak. You have taken a small step in the rain and with your face towards the rain, you have closed your eyes as the raindrops touch your features gently.

As a few of the raindrops slide through your face towards your shoulder blades, Bucky feels an unreasonable pang of jealousy towards the rain. How it could caress you so gently without the fear of hurting you in the slightest. Oh, what he would give to be able to do that.

As if your feet had a mind of their own, you took a step further and were now, drenching in rain. But you couldn't care any less. The rain had always provided you with ecstasy. It was your escape from reality, where you could just close your eyes for a moment and pretend like the rest of the world didn't matter.

Bucky watched as you stepped into the rain and with a small smile on your face, spread your hands. Your feet started to move and before you knew it, you were dancing in the rain.

You were whirling and leaping like you weighed no more than a sprite. Your fingers slice through the rain and spend a spray of water for you to dance through in the next second.

And Bucky could swear he had never seen anything so beautiful in his whole life. Completely forgetting about the cab or heading home, he just stared as you whirled through the rain. He was sure he had forgotten to breathe too.

After what felt like an eternity or could just be mere seconds, you slowly opened your eyes to be met by the blue ones you had become so familiar with. You widened your smile and Bucky could swear he saw a mischievous glint in your eyes.

You walk towards him, your smile unflattening. Bucky narrows his eyes at you but can't help but smile back.

"Dance with me?" You whisper to him as you bring your hand forward.

Bucky shakes his head, "Doll, That's - " All his excuses die on his tongue when he looks into your eyes. With the rain still falling on your face, and the slight light of the street light brightening your features, Bucky realizes you didn't just look beautiful, you looked ethereal. How could he ever say no to you?

He puts his hand in yours and your smile widens even more. For a moment, Bucky wonders if you can feel the sudden warmth that engulfed his heart because of the touch too.

You bring his hands towards you, exposing him to the rain too. But Bucky realizes he doesn't mind the wettiness of the rain, or the smell or the winds, or even the people hurrying to protect themselves from the rain. All of that didn't trouble him anymore as the only thing he could focus all his senses on was you and the way you were looking at him.

You bring one of his hands to your waist as he hesitantly touches you and holds the other firmly in yours. Bucky gets a sense of deja vu as he remembers taking girls out for dancing back in the 40s. Steve told him he used to be a ladies' man back in the day. But he knows it's nothing like now. None of the girls were as beautiful as you. He didn't feel as strongly for anyone as he does for you.

He hesitates for a second, realizing he doesn't really know the steps. A lot of things had changed since the 40s. Who knows how much dance had changed too?

But when you smile at him, he realizes it doesn't matter. It doesn't matter that he doesn't know the steps. It doesn't matter that he doesn't remember the last time he had done this or the fact that the both of you were drenching in rain in the middle of the road, most probably about to make fool of yourselves. The only thing that mattered was that you were here, smiling at him, looking at him as if he had hung the stars. And he realizes that this is all he will ever need. You are everything he'll ever need.

The both of you start swaying a little. None of you notice that there is no music to guide your steps, you just let each other guide you through.

With your hands in his, all you see is the blue of his orbs and it's like drowning in an ocean except the difference is, you let yourself drown in them because it feels like if you fall deep enough, you'll reach home.

The rain, the cafe, the people, everything dissolve until it was just the two of you.

Bucky's eyes follow the path of a raindrop as it falls from your head, through your stained cheeks, and to the softness of your lips. His eyes linger there for a moment longer and he hopes you don't notice. But you do.

You rise on your tip toes until your eyes level with his and lean in. You stop just as your lips are about to touch his and look up at him, giving him the chance to pull away. Instead, he leans in until your lips meet.

It is the softest and the most gentle of kisses. And even though the both of you are drenching in rain, you are surrounded by a warmth none of you has ever felt before.

Bucky used to hate the rain. But if they mean he could always be this close to you, dancing through the rains as if the demons of the world didn't matter, maybe he could learn to tolerate them. Because you will always be his anchor in the storm.

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buckybarnesb-tch · 1 year

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Random Thoughts: Bucky Barnes

The Metal Arm

Contrary to what most people think Bucky actually loves it when his girl touches his metal arm.

It’s one of his biggest insecurities to be sure, he has a bad relationship with it (as one would imagine) but he enjoys it when his girl enjoys it, and that’s the only time he likes it.

On hot nights when no matter how much he turns up the AC for you, you’re still hot, your period giving you hot flashes that you believe are going to be the death of you, you wrap your entire upper body around the cool metal that never seems to change temperature and you finally drift off to sleep. After a night drinking with the girls, Natasha and Pepper dropping you back off at your shared apartment clearly able to hold much more liquor than you (though Bucky notices how Pepper often ends up leaning against the assassin as well before going home) your entire body is hot and you will always strip completely bare to fix the problem. It often leaves Bucky with his own problem that he needs to take care of as he refuses to touch you when you’ve had more than 3 drinks, but once he does and he crawls into bed your body finds its way around the chilled metal and you pass out clinging to him like a baby gorilla attached to its mother.

It makes Bucky feel useful

Like the metal arm can actually do something good for once

Bucky however, hates touching you with it.

If you don’t instigate the contact then he will never let the vibranium touch your perfect skin. He knows that you insist it’s okay, and that you love it but he doesn’t love it. He knows how much you enjoy the metal fingers wrapped around your throat on those nights that you want him to be particularly rough with you and while he will always give you what you want, it scares him to see something that’s brought so much pain to people wrapped around your delicate, perfect throat.

Slowly but surely you are helping him learn to enjoy the prosthetic in some way, even if it takes a while to get there. You are nothing if not patient and that’s one of the things Bucky loves the most about you, he needs patience from people more than anything as he acclimates to living life in this century as a normal person and you know and respect that completely.

He has learned to like you holding his metal hand as well. That one took the longest, he was always afraid of breaking your fingers if he so much as twitched but you let him know he was over reacting just a bit and took your time helping him get used to it. The feeling that he has in the fake limb (which isn’t as much as a real arm but was at least some kind of sensation) was enough that he enjoyed holding your smaller hand in his own, often bringing it to his lips to kiss your skin and sneakily checking to ensure he had not bruised your soft flesh.

The arm has always been an issue for the super soldier and probably always would be in some form, but he can say you’ve helped him enjoy it at least a little bit. He is now seeing some small perks of it which is helping him live with it just a bit more comfortably and that’s all you could ever ask for. And you’re all Bucky could ever ask for.

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Not Worth It (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

A/N: So I saw the original idea for this quite a while ago on TikTok, and honestly just got around to writing it now. I felt Bucky maybe deserved a happier ending than what he got in Endgame when Steve Rogers decided if was hoes before bros. ANYWAY I hope you like it, and as always, thank you for reading!

Fighting Thanos for the second time seemed like it was going to be the hardest thing you’d ever had to go through.

The loss, the hopelessness those five years after the snap. It was devastating, your only comfort now knowing he wasn’t coming back this time.

Returning the stones was all you had left to do, and Steve volunteered to be the one to do. Always the overly helpful one.

The last one needed to be returned to the 1940’s, where the tesseract resided at time.

You and Steve had grown rather close, and while neither of you had exactly confessed your feelings yet, the mutual adoration was there.

Now outside, waiting while Banner fired up the Quantum Realm, something felt off about wishing Steve luck this time.

You stood beside Bucky, watching as Steve hugged him tightly.

“Gonna miss you buddy,” Bucky told Steve as he pulled away from their hug.

“It’s gonna be okay Buck,” Steve reassured, giving his best friend a small smile, although the solemn look on Bucky’s face didn’t change.

Steve then turned to you, wrapping his arms around you as you gripped onto him tightly.

He leaned down, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“I’ll be back in five seconds, sweetheart,” he told you softly.

You only nodded, a heavy feeling settling in your stomach.

“If anything happens, take care of her for me,” Steve said, the comment out of place, as he’d just reassured you, he’d be back.

“I got it,” Bucky said, nodding.

Truthfully, Bucky would do so regardless. He’d never tell, as you obviously preferred the Captain to the Sergeant, but he was absolutely smitten with you. He’d bend over backwards if you’d asked.

“Don’t do anything stupid till I get back,” Steve joked, making Bucky crack a smile, an inside joke between old friends.

“How can I? You’re taking all the stupid with you,” Bucky replied, shoving his hands into his jacket pockets.

Steve chuckled and turned around, grabbing the case containing the final stone and stepping up into the platform.

Sam joined you and Bucky off to the side, if he could feel the anxiety rolling off the both of you, he didn’t say.

“Alright, ready?” Bruce called, looking up from the control panel to Steve.

Steve nodded, looking over at you again, “Five seconds!” he called.

Smiling, you nodded again, but the butterflies in your stomach didn’t cease. Steve activated the helmet, securing himself from any harmful elements.

“Okay, three, two, one!” Bruce announced, and with the click of a button, Steve vanished.

It was silent for just a moment before Bruce spoke again, “Alright, coming back in five, four, three, two, one!".

The click of the button was the only sound made. Steve didn’t appear again on the platform.

Clearly confused, Bruce hit the button again, then again.

“Where is he?” Sam asked, worry evident in his tone.

Beside you, Bucky hung his head, that was all you needed to realize. Steve wasn’t coming back.

Turning on your heel, you could feel the tears threatening to spill over. You began trudging back towards the house.

He’d promised, last night when you had that talk by the lake where Tony’s memorial was held only days before. He’d promised you he’d come back, and he’d give you an answer, a real answer to how he truly felt about you.

This was answer enough, it was clear where his priorities lay when he disappeared from that platform.

You stopped just before the dirt path leading up to the cabin where the remaining Stark family resided, scrubbing at your eyes with the back of your hand, attempting to stop the tears.

Anger, sadness, and loss were hitting you in waves, your breathing was short as you began to hyperventilate.

Fuck Thanos, this was worse, so much worse.

A gentle hand on your shoulder made you jump as you spun around, Bucky stood there, a sad smile on his face.

“He’s not worth it,” Bucky told you, dropping his hand from your shoulder.

“What?” you managed to choke out, your face getting red at the embarrassment you felt, crying in front of people was something you’d always hated.

“He’s not worth the tears, doll” Bucky told you, voice cracking just slightly.

You sobbed, reaching out for one of the only other people who could truly feel the devastation you felt now.

Bucky took you in his arms, and he held you tightly to him, letting you cry into his shoulder.

One hand rested gently on the back of your head, the other wrapped around your waist.

“H-He promised Buck…,” you whimpered, your body felt heavy, defeated.

“I know,” he replied, not really knowing what else to say.

How could he truly comfort the girl who’d been completely in love with his best friend? The best friend who decided the past was more important and meaningful than the future.

“He was all I had left,” you spoke again, voice hollow.

Bucky gently pried you off him then, taking your face in his hands, the metal of his left one cool against your flushed skin.

“Look at me,” he told you when you wouldn’t meet his gaze. When you did the sadness in your eyes made his heart shatter just a bit more.

“You got me, okay?” Bucky told you, “I’m here, and I’m not leaving.”

You shook your head, trying to remove Bucky’s hands from your face.

“No, no,” Bucky chided you, “I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere, got it? You got me, doll, anytime, anywhere. Forget him, he obviously had no idea what he was letting go.”

Choking out a small laugh, you only reached for him again, holding him tightly as if he’d disappear too.

Bucky hugged you again, planning to hold you there as long as you needed him too.

After a few moments, you pulled away from him slightly, “And you do?” you asked him.

Bucky’s brow furrowed, “What?” he asked.

“You said Steve had no idea what he was letting go, so, what was he letting go?” you questioned.

“Someone who deserves more than what she’s been dealt,” Bucky replied, making you blush.

“And that is?” you countered, wiping at the tears still on your cheeks.

“Let me take you for a drink, and I’ll tell you,” Bucky quipped, smirking slightly at the blush on your face.

You eyed him for a moment before leaning up and pecking his cheek softly, “Deal.”

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