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buckyalpine · 2 months

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A thot. A smutty, slutty, scandalous thot. With Bodyguard Bucky. Possessiveness, size kink, breeding kink, all of it. Now, imagine being the sweet, quiet, beautiful wife of the esteemed John Walker, CEO of Walker Industries. You sit at his table, clapping with the proudest smile on your face as he accepts an award for another successful year. Your husband dedicates all his success to the beautiful woman who has supported him through all the ups and downs, who has been by his side through it all.

You.

You blow a shy kiss in his direction when the cameras pan over to you, giggling at the wink he throws back. The press will have a field day about the most envied couple in the world, so perfect and so in love. As the night nears its end, your husband gives your hand a squeeze from where he sits beside you, leaning over to whisper in your ear.

"Going to have to stop by office darling, one our major investors just called" He kisses your cheek affectionately with an apologetic look on his face but the understanding smile you give him back lets him know you're not the least bit upset.

"Of course, I'll miss you" You reply and take a sip from your champagne, appearing oblivious to the glances that are thrown your way by the others as your husband leaves without you, his secretary following closely behind him.

All the hushed whispers.

Poor woman has no idea.

All the secrets.

Just a pretty thing on his arm, probably doesn't have a clue.

Doesn't have a clue her husband has been carrying on with his secretary late into the nights and all through out his business trips.

Such a shame she's none the wiser. Has no one thought to tell her? Pity she's genuinely so in love with him.

Truly such a shame, wasn't it?

Such a shame your husband had no idea your bodyguard fucked your brains out till he busted balls deep in side you every chance he got.

Bucky doesn't say a word as he leads you out of the venue, his arm wrapped protectively around your waist, helping you into the car. As soon as he slipped in beside you, you rolled up the dark partition before slinking onto his lap and slamming your lips against his. Bucky groaned against your lips, his hands finding their way home to grope and spank your ass, guiding your hips to grind down on his erection straining against his black pants.

"Need me to take care of you, huh princess" He murmured against the shell of your ear before going back to lacing his tongue with yours causing a shiver to run down your spine, nipping his pouty lip and grasping onto the lapels of his blazer.

No time was wasted as you straightened yourself out upon entering your home, quickly dismissing the staff to leave for the night, giving you free reign to do as you pleased.

As soon as the house was empty, he tossed you over his shoulder, striding up the stairs and straight to the master bedroom. He dropped you onto your large bed, tearing your dress in half down the middle, letting the material fall away at your feet.

"Fuck this" He grabbed your left hand, tugging off the wedding band you wore for appearances and tossing it carelessly across the room. He took off the silver tog tags that hung around his neck, slipping them over your head and letting his name sit perfectly between your breasts, the sight making him feral.

"Didn't even bother with panties" Bucky licked his lips at the sight of your bare naked body, not even a tiny sliver of lace covering your modesty. "You knew, didn't you"

"Always" You purred, knowing damn well your husband would fuck off to bang his desperate little secretary, unknowingly also giving you the night of your life you so badly craved. You crawled to the middle of the bed, your legs spread while Bucky tossed his blazer and shirt off, his pants and brief's quick to follow.

"Lookit you baby, so naughty, fuckin' your bodyguard in the same bed your husband sleeps in"

You let out a needy whimper while he stayed at the edge of the bed enjoying the view, his hand coming down to wrap around his cock giving himself long, languid strokes.

"James, please" you pleaded with a pout but Bucky just smirked in return, hissing as he swiped his thumb over the wet slit of his cockhead.

"I know prinţesă, I know, let me look at how pretty you are" He cooed, joining you on the bed and slotting himself between your legs. You wrapped your arms around his thick shoulders while he let his cock slip between your folds, rolling his hips to hump against your bare cunt. "You're soaked angel, been waiting for this, hm?"

"Wanted you so bad, need you James" Your hips bucked up, chasing the feeling of his fat cock rubbing against you, his swollen cockhead bumping your clit every time he pushed forward. "No teasing, please, missed your cock so bad"

"Shhh, you have me baby, m'right here, yeah?" Bucky kissed away the tears that started to slip down your cheeks, your arousal smearing all over his balls. He guided his dripping cockhead to press against your clit making you cry out, circling his most sensitive parts against yours, "M'right here, feel that angel? Y'feel how wet m'getting for you baby, right on that pretty clit, such a good girl letting me jus' leak all over her slutty little pussy, fuck theres so much precum 'nd m'not even inside you yet"

You'd never felt more empty, clawing at Bucky's back, your pussy fluttering and clenching over the way his silky tip kept tracing circles around your throbbing, sensitive bud. He flicked his cockhead across your clit a few times before lining himself up with your entrance.

"S'fuckin' tight, sh-shit" Bucky moaned as he started to press into you, sliding all the way home in one swift motion. He stayed still, holding your body close to his while your legs wrapped around his waist, your heels digging into his ass, begging for him to do something.

"Move Jamie, please, c'mon, fuck me damn it, I need you, I need- FUCCKK" Your words slurred into sobs as Bucky started to fuck you hard and fast, already too needy with having to get a night alone with you.

"Needed me huh angel? fuckin' needed you too, s'all I think about pretty girl, just me n' you, how-oh fuck- how are you so tight around my cock" Bucky rambled, bringing his knee up to get a deeper angle, his hands coming to lace with yours, pinning you against the mattress.

"Missed-fuck-missed you Jamie" You whimpered, your pussy squeezing and sucking his cock back in,

"My baby loves her fat cock, I know, know you're so empty when I can't fill you up sweet girl, you love your bodyguard's big dick don't you" The taunt in his voice only got you off more, your eyes rolling back as he continued to rail you. "You're pussy's choking me so tight, don't think I can hold back tonight princess, don't think I'll be able to pull out"

"Don't" you whispered and something in the air switched, the highly charged sexual tension replaced with something more desperate and needy as you clung onto each other reading closer and closer to your highs.

"Mmph, y'can't say that, gonna wet your bed with my cum prinţesă, you'd like that wouldn't you, my cum covering all your sheets, your pillows smelling like me, letting me fill you up till your belly gets all swollen"

Bucky's voice melted into a whine, his dominance faltering into something needier, quickly shoving the thought away because he knew there was no chance. It would never happen. You'd never be so careless for such an accident to happen.

"Want it Jamie, want it all with you, please, don't-fuck, oh God-don't pull out" Your glassy eyes wet with tears showed no signs of deception but it couldn't be. He searched your gaze and you could see the innocence in his face wishing this were real, the way his body moved with yours, wishing it was just you and him. "St-stopped taking birth control"

Bucky sobbed at your confession, fucking you harder, making the headboard slam against the wall with his powerful thrusts. His hips snapped , shoving his cock all the way into your pussy, his balls growing heavier at the thought of leaving a piece of him inside of your fertile womb.

"you're fuckin' mine, you hear me? Mine. Mine. Mine. Say it!" Bucky grunted, biting your neck making you scream, your back arching off the bed, pressing your chest further against his.

"M'yours, all yours, just' yours" You slurred out, eyes rolling back and your moans turning nearly silent as immense pleasure crept down your spine.

"Gonna put my baby in you, make you mine forever, fuck your husband, your gonna be the mother of my child, just you prinţesă, all you, ALL YOU" Bucky roared against your neck as he shot ropes of his cum deep in your pussy, giving you harsh, sloppy thrusts as he grew more sensitive. He wrapped his arms around your body with his face tucked into your neck, shuddering at the feeling of your soft hands caressing his back, running your fingers through his soft cropped locks.

You hardly noticed him carrying you over to his room down the hall, tucking you into the warm sheets, resting your head on his chest, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

"I love you" You murmured, smiling at the empty space on your ring finger and feeling the comforting coolness of his chain around your neck.

One day.

"I love you more, prinţesă" Bucky murmured, meaning every word as you both drifted off to sleep.

You couldn't wait to leave your husband.

a/n: This was meant to be way sluttier and less in the feels so might need to revisit this with a different version

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navybrat817 · 8 months

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Aggressively texting Bucky: "How dare you be this fucking cute?!"

Seriously! How is he so cute?!

A Couple of Cuties

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader Summary: Bucky's cute. He knows it. You know it. You just need to admit it. Word Count: 1.2k Warnings: Flirting, tension, banter, implied sexy times, Bucky Barnes (yep, he's a warning) A/N: Happy Sinday! Set in the same universe as The Rejects. ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

You weren't sure how game nights became your thing with Bucky. Maybe it was because it was how the two of you got together. You looked forward to them, especially since they had a tendency to end the same way: The "loser" of a chosen game stripping and the "winner" eventually losing their clothes, too. Both of you were winners by the time you got to bed or the nearest surface he felt like taking you on. Tonight would be no exception.

If you didn't smack him first.

"It's cute that you think I'm cute. Nothing wrong with that."

You crossed your arms and raised an eyebrow at Bucky. He had his signature panty-dropping smirk on his face as he stared back at you from across the table. It was a battle of wills and you were determined not to blink. You refused to let him win. And you refused to acknowledge his cuteness.

I won't think about his adorable smile or his sweet laugh when I crack a joke or the way his eyes go soft when I catch him staring.

"When did I say you're cute?" You asked, finally blinking when you had to. He still hadn't, his deep blue eyes laser focused as he stared.

Of course, he beat me. Damn super soldier and his skills. How the hell can anyone go that long without blinking?

"You say it with your eyes and your smile, just like I say it to you," he replied, holding his phone up as you raised your chin defiantly. Even though his words made your heart swell, you didn’t let it show out of sheer stubbornness. "You also sent me a text. Would you like me to read it to you?"

"I don't need you to-"

"How dare you be this fucking cute?!" he read, trying and failing to imitate your voice.

I sound nothing like that. And I regret hitting "send" on that text message.

"You think because the text came from my phone that I sent it? How do you know Nat or someone didn't take my phone? I mean, face it, you have no proof that I'm the one who sent that message," you said, checking your nails to avoid his gaze. "Maybe someone wanted to give you an ego boost. Not like you need one, but good for them for the effort."

The adorable nose scrunch was out in full force as he laughed and you no doubt had hearts in your eyes as the sound bounced off the walls. The fact that he could relax around you after he faced so many horrors was a wonderful feeling. "Nat has never called me cute and I'm pretty sure she was with Steve when I got this message," he pointed out as he leaned across the table and booped you on the nose with a vibranium finger when you lifted your gaze. "But you think I'm cute and I think that's adorable."

"I'm sorry, but did Sergeant Barnes just boop my nose? You actually booped my nose. We may have to take your badass card away and replace it with a ‘boop boop’."

"No deflecting and badasses can still give and receive boops," he said as he settled back in his chair. "You sent the message. We both know it."

"I did not," you stated.

Bucky licked his lips, drawing your attention to them. You wanted to feel them against yours. You needed them on your skin and between your legs. "You did."

"I did not," you repeated, your voice steady as his gaze moved down to your chest. Can a man actually touch you with his eyes? Logic told you it was physically impossible, but it didn’t stop your body from imagining that he could do so.

"You did, but do you know what's cuter?” He asked, leaning back as he grasped the bottom of his blue Henley and pulled it over his head. “You in my clothes.”

“It’s cute when I’m wearing your clothes?” You questioned, catching the garment as he tossed it your way. The whiff of his cologne made you shiver, along with something that had to come from the serum. You noticed that Steve had a hint of a similar scent to Bucky, but the Captain’s didn’t make your heart race the way the former Winter Soldier’s did. “I was going for sexy.”

“It’s very sexy,” he promised, the praise heating up your skin before he gestured to himself. “But if you don’t admit that I’m cute, you won’t get any of this tonight.”

It was your turn to laugh as you swapped out your top for Bucky’s, watching his eyes darken as you slipped it on. You did look good in his clothes. “You’re going to withhold sex from me? Please. I have a toy with your name on it that’ll do the job just fine.”

Your boyfriend smiled at your words. “Aww. You named a toy after me? That’s flattering. Do you call him Bucky? James? Sergeant? Don’t hold back on me, doll. I wanna know the details.”

“You know, the text was your fault since you decided to send me a selfie,” you defended yourself, changing the subject. It was a cute photo of him. One of many. Of course, you had to say something.

“Maybe I can fuck you with the toy first,” he suggested, your inhale sharp and quick as his voice dropped. It didn’t take long for you to feel his hand on your knee, moving dangerously slow up your leg. “Because you look so cute right before you let go. Your mouth falls open slightly and the sweetest little whine slips out. And almost a look of surprise when you gush around me, like no one else has ever made you come so hard.”

No one else ever has.

“I take it back. You’re not cute. You’re the devil,” you argued breathlessly as your legs parted, allowing his hand to glide up more.

“If I’m the devil, come and sin with me,” he smirked, his hand stopping just before it reached the middle of your thighs. “And for you to take it back is an admission that you do think I’m cute. But if you won't say it...”

“Fine, you smug bastard! I admit it. I sent it because you’re cute. You’re fucking adorable. Living proof that you can be a beast and a sweetheart,” you said as he grinned, grasping his wrist and bringing his hand to your clothed core, the fabric soaked thanks to him. “And thanks to you, I’m all wet. So either do something about it or no game nights for a month.”

His nostrils flared, knowing it wasn’t just a threat. You also knew there was no way in hell he could last that long without your game nights. He cherished them just as much as you did. “You wouldn’t.”

“Oh, I would. I can play with my toy in the meantime if you’re not up for the job,” you smirked, grinding slowly against his hand. “Cutie.”

You would tell Bucky later just how cute he looked when he knocked the table out of the way to get to you. He would make sure you weren’t sore since he fucked you on the floor. It was endearing how much he cared for your well-being.

You expected nothing less from a cutie like Bucky Barnes.

These two. 😂 I hope you lovelies liked it! Love and thanks for reading. 💙

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ahrahrahraha · 6 months

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Series

Your Hands Have Made Some Good Mistakes by @thenhewaswrongaboutme

3B by @softlyspector

"Bucky is used to being alone, so is the girl living in apartment 3B. He keeps to his routine, to crossing off amends. But mutual loneliness forges an unlikely friendship. Alone and reclusive, sweet and incredibly strange, with deep secrets and regrets, 3B has more to reveal than meets the eye".

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Sugar by @softlyspector

"By a miracle of fate, Bucky Barnes does not fall off of the train. He does not spend decades as a brainwashed assassin. Instead, he goes home to Brooklyn to spend his life with a girl he adores, a snarky nurse that he met during the war. Told through a series of non-chronological one-shots."

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

The Florist, The Beekeeper & The Pumpkin Carver by @softlyspector

Home & Better by @softlyspector

For The Love Of The Game by @pellucid-constellations (college/baseball AU)

"Bucky Barnes was a menace. NYU’s top baseball player, he was used to girls falling at his feet and could smooth talk his way out of just about anything. You hated him. He couldn’t figure out why. So when the novelty of weekend parties and quick hookups finally wore off—and his feelings for you began to grow—he made it his mission to fix it."

Pairing: College Athlete!Bucky x Reader

Undisclosed by @pellucid-constellations (lumberjack!bucky)

"Desperate to outrun a secret that could cost you your life, you seek refuge in a small mountain town. Its deep forests and small cabins make it the perfect place to hide, but the travel website hadn’t mentioned anything about the quiet, burly lumberjack that wouldn’t leave your thoughts. No one had warned Bucky about you either."

Pairing: Lumberjack!Bucky x Reader

A Correspondence Of Obligation by @pellucid-constellations (prince!bucky)

"Obedience, duty, pristine smiles—raised as the princess of an oppressive kingdom, you knew nothing else. Your father signed your life away at the ripe age of five, black ink bleeding into a contract between nations, fate cemented with the flick of a quill. So when the time came to fulfill the promises you were too young to make, you expected much of the same in the land of Brookshire. But Prince James had other plans, as did the enemies looming outside the castle walls".

Pairing: Prince!Bucky x Princess!Reader (Royal AU)

A Million Reasons by @pellucid-constellations

"Bucky Barnes, with all of his trust fund money and family connections, gets assigned community service. You, as someone that's technically part of the community, have to put up with him. Every day. And he won't stop killing your plants."

Pairing: College!Bucky x Reader

Never Let You Go by @bitsandbobsandstuff

"After losing the woman they love, Bucky and Steve make a desperate decision with unimaginable consequences."

A Love That Never Leaves by @bitsandbobsandstuff

"Sometimes when you go looking for the past, you find things you never expected. When an accident brings him face to face with something he never knew he lost, Bucky Barnes begins to understand an age old truth – it’s so easy, sometimes, to love the things that destroy us."

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Safe With Me by @bitsandbobsandstuff

"When an unknown threat enters your life, protection is offered at the highest level. As Bucky Barnes comes into your life, the game changes, and you realise falling for the man tasked with keeping you safe is the last thing you expected."

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Three Shades of A Man by @bitsandbobsandstuff

"It was different every time, what Bucky needed from you to survive himself. It was in these moments you saw the shades behind the mask he wore in front of the world"

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Guiding Light by @wkemeup

The Witness by @wkemeup (detective!bucky)

By Any Other Name by @wkemeup (FBI!bucky)

Sunrise by @wkemeup (armyvet!bucky)

Delicate Edges by @wkemeup (biker!bucky)

Sky Full Of Song by @wkemeup (pirate!bucky)

Pride & Privacy by @adrinktostopyourthirst

Feelings Are Fatal by @sunmoonandeddie

Appointments by @noctumbra

Codename: Lazarus by @sagechanoafterdark

I'll Take Care Of It by @tellmealovestory

Something More by @tellmealovestory (modern au)

It's a Deal by @justreadingfics

Looking For A Heartbeat by @justreadingfics

Bad Match by @justreadingfics

Lumby & Bunny by @sweetdreamsbuck (lumberjack!bucky)

Florist Bucky by @navybrat817

Biker Bucky by @angrythingstarlight

Soft Mafia Bucky by @angrythingstarlight

Chubby Baker Bucky by @angrythingstarlight

The Two of Us by @bucky-bucket-barnes

The Five Times Bucky Saved You... by @buckysknifecollection

Tiktok Trend by @tuiccim

Snow by @delaber

Personal Pillow by @buckyalpine

Untouched by @buckyalpine

Wait, What? by @buckyalpine

Untouched by @buckyalpine

Project V by @babyboibucky

"You ask your best friend Bucky a favor of a lifetime." Pairing College!Bucky Barnes x Reader"

What's Left Behind by @ussgallifrey

"The world turned upside down the minute you let your guard down and, despite it all, you just had to keep going because… what else could you do at a time like this?"

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Gender Neutral Reader

The Kids Aren't Alright by @ussgallifrey

"Nobody wants to hear you sing about tragedy but, between the three of you, there’s enough lyrics to write an anthem. You’re doomed from the start"

Pairing: Steve x named!Female Reader x Bucky

Updated 4/11/2023

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lovebugspots · 7 months

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welcome to the helicarrier, barnes

info: welcome to the helicarrier, barnes

chapter one; a lover of past.

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"You will welcome Barnes kindly, and this is directed to you, Stark" Fury had said plainly, all Tony could do was roll his eyes and scoff loudly. "You hear me?" Fury had barked out, with another signature Tony Stark eye roll he nodded.

"Yeah, yeah be nice to the man who killed my mom and dad." All Bucky could do was look down in shame but Natasha put a hand on his shoulder and mumbled to him in Russian.

"Ignore his ass." He chuckled softly and nodded, still being as quiet as ever.

"Since we are all here right now, I have a mission for you, Romanoff." Fury turned to the Black widow and she nodded, her beautiful red curls bouncing slightly.

"Hit me." She said firmly, they all look at the war table and a small hologram of a woman, no older than 30 popped up. Bucky's eyes widen slightly and he turned to Natasha and said to her n Russian.

"That can't be...is it her?" Natasha was equally shocked but hid it more. She crossed her arms over her chest and looked back up at Fury and into his one singular eye.

"Y/n Agapov, known as the Winter Widow was selected by HYDRA to create the first and only other successful Winter Soldier besides Barnes, she was in the Red Room. And you knew her, Romanoff." The head of S.H.E.I.L.D stated to the group of men and women, all Bucky could do, was stare at her delicate features. It was almost like yesterday, when he first met her.

"Romanoff, you leave tomorrow night and head to Washington D.C. There have been multiple reports of random deaths and we think its her, you will take her here into custody of S.H.I.E.L.D. I do not care how you do so, we need her here. You have a week to find her" Fury looked at her and she nodded.

"Yes sir." She said firmly and Fury nodded in apporval.

"Good, then you all are dismissed. Oh, Rodgers, held Barnes set up his room." Steve nodded and everyone walked off, Bruce to one of the labs, Tony to his room, Natasha to the training room, and the others all out and about on the helicarrier.

"Thanks, Steve. Y'know, for clearing my name." Bucky said softly, his eyes on his best friends ocean blue eyes as he chuckes and puts his hand on Bucky's right shoulder.

"Of course, jerk." He chuckles and Bucky just rolled his eyes. They walked through the automatic doors and into another part of the large jet that had another war table, but for them to look at bounties and such, they walk up a small flight of stairs and next to Steves room there was a small sign above the door that said 'Sgt. Barnes.'

Bucky puts his flesh hand on the small hand scanner and walked inside to see a plain room, no decoration but just a small desk, bed, bathroom and a closet.

"You can get stuff you want, ask Tony-" Bucky looked at him and raised his eyebrows.

"I won't be askin' him for anothin'..." He mumbled and Steve sighed and looked around and saw his clothes, all plain red, white and black Henley's, dark blue or black jeans, one brown leather jacket, his gloves and a black hat.

"Buck, you gotta get creative. And with your clothes too." Steve mumbled and Bucky rolled his eyes and walked over to his closet.

"Whats is wrong with my choice of apparel?"

"Who says apparel?"

"Me, punk."

Steve rolled his eyes and turned around to walk out.

"I'll be at the main deck, you get situated." Steve gave a warm smile and walked out, the automatic door shutting behind him. Bucky sighed and sat down on his bed, thinking. Something he does to much nowadays. -͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆

three days later

She had blood splattered on her face as she showered, her body littered in scars as the hot water trickled down her bare body. She heard faint scratching noises, she knew damn well it was Natasha.

"I do hope you know that its rude to break into someone apartment while they shower." She said firmly and Natasha froze, she walked to the door with her gun in hand and opens the door to find Y/n in her towel, her hair dripping wet and her body glistening.

She had a pistol in her hand and Natasha just gave a small grin.

"Well I just wanted to see my old friend."

"Oh really? Why do you have your S.H.E.I.L.D uniform on, hm?" The woman snapped back, her y/e/c eyes dark, not showing any emotion.

"Listen, I'm here to recruit you."

'That's a lie.'

Y/n scoffed and said in Russian.

"They already have their hands full. Why the hell would they want me." Her voice was sharp, and dark. she circled around Natasha and eventually put her gun down and walked to her room."Natalia, you know they don't want another assassin." She added on in Russian and Natasha sighed and walked with her, also putting her gun down.

"It's complicated, but please, I just want you to do this one thing for me one last time then I won't ask for any more favors." She responded and Y/n sighed and takes her towel off and puts her clothes on. A simple pair of black sweats and a Mayhem shirt.

"Fine, only if you promise me that this is the last thing you ask of me for a while." Y/n turned to look at Natasha and she nodded.

"Promise."

Y/n smiled then hugged Natasha, her arms wrapped around her chest. Natasha could smell her perfume, the mango and grapefruit and tonka bean filed her senses.

"You still wear Ed Hardy?" Natasha sassed playfully and Y/n rolled her eyes at her comment but grins nonetheless.

"Yeah, you got a problem with it Natalia?" She snapped back playfully and Natasha pulled away and gave smile, a genuine smile.

"No, just weird how you have been wearing the same perfume for the past 8 years." Natasha shrugged and looked around Y/n's apartment and saw all her Miss me jeans, her plain black, white and sage green long sleeves. "God and your style is still the same, you still wear these horrendous shirts that never show off anything?" Y/n rolled her eyes.

"Yes, Natalia. But they show my figure!" Y/n whines and Natasha rolled her eyes dramatically and looked at her.

"You wanna head out right now so we can get this over with?" The red-head questioned and Y/n nodded while grabbed her pistol and puts it in her purse.

"I guess." She smiled at her old friend they walk out of her apartment. -͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆

Once they got to the massive helicarrier, several agents all tackled Y/n.

"Y/n I'm sorry..." Natasha mumbled and Y/n looked up at her as they tranquilize her with sedatives that would kill the average human.

"N-Natalia-" she mumbled before her hit the floor, everything went black.

The S.H.I.E.L.D agents all drag the Winter Widow into a cell and lock her up with metal cuffs and inside a glass case. Similar to the one Bucky was in once. All the Avengers plus Fury and Agent Maria hill were in the room with the locked up assasin.

Bucky's eyes were wide with shock as he looked at her unconscious body, he hated seeing her, or anyone in that damn cell.

"Why do we have to lock her up? Can't we just talk like normal people?" Sam asked and turned to Fury.

"We don't know what the hell she'll do. She could be agreeing, then murder us all in our sleep." Fury muttered sarcastically, right as he said that her eyes started to flutter open. "Well good morning Mrs. Agapov! I hope Romanoff didn't give you too much trouble." Fury stated in his usual sarcastic tone.

"What the hell do you want from me?!" Y/n yelled as she looked around, her eyes landing on Bucky and she stops everything and whispers in Russian "James..?"

His eyes widen, her voice was so soft, and angelic it made him weak in the knees. It was almost prayer-like. All he wanted was for her to break free and be happy, not be here, caged.

"Oh my god..." He mumbled and Fury looked at Y/n.

"I see you know Barnes as well, how?" He asked as he circled the caged woman, his one eye burning into her soul.

"Why should I tell you?" She asked, her eyes were cold, and sharp. It made everyone except Fury feel uneasy.

"Because we are debating whether locking you up or not." She scoffed and sat back, her eyes not looking away for one second.

"Should I, James?" She questioned him in Russian, all he did was shrug.

"Leave out the bloody parts, nobody wants to hear that," He responded and Fury rolled his eye.

"Any day now, Mrs. Agapov." He barked and she rolled her eyes and said firmly.

"He trained me and Natalia in the Red Room. We had become...good friends. He taught me how to fight, and he is why I was chosen for the Winter Soldier program and was given Super Soldier serum." She stated simply, and Bucky nodded when Fury looked at him for confirmation.

"I see, well, Mrs. Agapov, we think we could use you for the greater good of this world. So I have a deal." Fury looked at the woman and she nodded. "We will clear your name and all information of you being in the Red Room, only if you agree to become one of us. Whether it would be a S.H.I.E.L.D agent of Avenger."

She bit her lip, thinking. She nodded and Fury stood up.

"Good, now, for now you will have to share a room with Barnes. We will get you a room in a week." She nodded and Fury motions for the agents to start unlocking her, but she felt Bucky’s eyes in her, not that she minded how he looked at her so adoringly…

Once she got out of the metal and glass cell she walked over to bucky and smiled softly.

“James…” she mumbled softly and he smiled. His eyes where filled with happiness. -͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆

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The woman and man were leaning on one another, her soft y/h/c locks cascading down her shoulders, his chocolate brown hair in a small pony-tail and his head was on hers. His eyes shut as so were hers and he whispers to her in Russian.

"Darling...I..." He started but she looked up at kisses his chin and mumbled to him.

"I know, James..." She started, she sighed and looked back up at him. "I'm afraid too...I-I don't want to forget you..." All he could do was sigh and put his hand on her head and run his hands through her soft hair. He presses a soft kiss on her temple and mumbled into her hair.

"No matter what, I will find you. Or you find me...Either way, we will find each other, no matter what my love" He looked down at her and she smiles softly and sat up a bit, looking into his eyes and letting the night take them away... -͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆

"I guess you were right about finding each other once again..." She muttered out and walked closer to him, he wore his white Henley, a brown leather jacket, dark blue jeans and a small black baseball cap.

He smiles and puts his metal hand on her right hand and motions for her to follow him.

"C'mon, дорогой, your stayin' with me for the first bit." He smiles a big goofy grin, like a school boy who is showing his crush something. She just giggles and followed her as well, like a lovesick puppy (which she always was one after she met Bucky)

They walked out of the chamber and up to the main hallway, and into the area with privte quarters and to his room that was labeled with 'Sgt. Barnes.' He used his flesh and and the two walked inside. She looked around the extremly plain room and looked at him.

"James, why...why so plain?" She asked and he let out a hearty chuckle as he sat down on his bed.

"I just moved in, дорогой." He teased lightly and she just rulled her eyes and plopped down on his bed next to him and laid on his tummy. "Oh c'mon, fallin' asleep on me already?" He teased more, his soft and husky voice rining through her ears.

'I swear to god that voice does something to me.' Y/n had thought to herself but she stuck her tongue out at hi and he mirrored her actions as he takes his jacket off.

"You have clothes?" She shakes her head.

"No, but I can sleep in this-" bucky cut her off by throwing her a random shirt and his boxers.

"Jus' wear my clothes. And don't think I don't know about the stress sweat you got while they locked you up doll." She blushed bashfuy and chuckles softly.

"You know me better than I know myself apperently." She teased lightly and takes his clothes and walked to the small bathroom and closed the sliding door to change.

Bucky just smiled and changed himself, he wore a simple pair of grey sweatpants and a white tank top. He sat on the floor and laid down, still not used to his bed. She walked out, the shirt coming to her thighs and the boxers hiding her most sacred and intimate parts of her body

But god she was still beautiful in his eyes.

And if anyone thought his girl wasn't beautiful they are batshit crazy to think that. Because his girl was perfect.

She sat down next to him and mumbles into his chest as she leans into him.

"Still don't sleep on a bed?" She questioned as her voiced was muffled by his chest and he chuckles as he wrapped his arm around her waist and picked her up and puts her on his bed and checkles as she rolled her eyes.

"James..." She whined and he rolled his eyes as he plopped on top of her, earing a loud groan of displeasure from her. "Your an ass, you know that right?" She said sarcastically and pushed him off of her, using her strength.

"Oh I do." He teased and looked at the woman he is so absolutely fucking in love with. All the times he would rant about his mysterious woman to both poor Natasha and Steve, the hours and hours of him just rambling about her beauty...how poor Wanda accidentally tapped into his mind and saw him having sex with her.

To which she never recovered and nobody knows.

She rolled her eyes and pulled on his flesh arm and dragged him into his bed. Once he finally laid down she mumbled softly.

“Are we moving to quickly…? I mean, Im not complaining it’s just…”

he cut her off and said softly.

“Maybe we are, but I missed you so damn much.” His blue eyes looked into hers and she just chuckles lightly and puts her head on his chest.

“Alright…and are we gonna have to keep this a secret, James?” she questioned and he shrugged.

“Unless you want the whole team to know then yeah. I would tell Steve but he can’t keep a secret for the life of him.” she rolled her eyes and snuggled into him and he happily wrapped both his bionic and flesh hand around her body.

She looked up at him and she smiled, he truly was her light at the end of a tunnel. He was everything, and anything to her. They way his sharp eyes were always soft and tender when he looked at her.

“Then a secret it is…” she mumbled into his chest, all he did was smile and hold her. Yeah, they did once love each other, but he felt like it was to fast just to jump back in.

But then again, they never had the freedom to do as they wished, never able to snuggle with one another to sleep, be able to talk freely in-front of others.

Yes, they want to be in secret (or just private) but they could finally talk, just talk about nonsense. Be able to see one another in their truest form.

Maybe being an Avenger won't be so bad after all... -͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆

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elixirfromthestars · 1 year

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Lucky Day

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (College AU)

Summary: Bucky, your childhood best friend, takes you to a baseball game to thank you for helping him with his chemistry class. However, between bets and kiss cams, luck seems to be the real game being played.

Word Count: ~800

Warning(s): nothing really it’s just a whole lot of fluff

a/n: Here is a little fluffy drabble I’ve had in my drafts for quite some time. ❤️ Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated!! 💖

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“ Y/n, I caught it!” Bucky yelled grinning from ear to ear. Cheers erupted from the seats around you as he waved the baseball he caught in the air. “ There’s no way,” you grumbled staring at the baseball Bucky was twirling around in his hands. You placed a bet with Bucky earlier on whether or not he would catch one of the stray baseballs from the game. He would routinely complain about coming here and never catching one, so you thought this would be a good opportunity to make a few extra dollars. Unfortunately, for your bank account, luck was on his side today.

You reached into your wallet and took out a twenty, handing it to him annoyed at your loss, “Here.” Bucky was grinning smugly as he took the money from your hand, a twinkle of satisfaction in his eyes, “ Maybe you're my good luck charm, Y/n. You should come to these games more often with me.” You glared at him playfully,” And have to do more of your chemistry homework? No thanks.” He laughed at that, stealing a cheesy nacho from the container on your lap.

“ Not chemistry. Next time it’ll be algebra.”

“ In your dreams, Barnes.”

“ Oh, so we're on last-name terms now? Well, L/n, to cheer you up I’ll buy you some of that cotton candy you wanted. Although, technically, you'll be buying it,” he cheekily remarked calling over one of the snack vendors and buying a pink fluff of candy floss with the twenty you just gave him. He handed it to you and you gladly took it,” Whatever, Barnes,” you replied holding back a grin. It was nice to see how excited Bucky was to have finally caught a baseball from his favorite team. You knew he wanted one for a long time, and no doubt would stay after just to try and get it signed by his favorite players.

Even though you lost the bet, you were glad you came to the game with him. You usually don’t come to outings like these as you’re usually busy with coursework and Bucky tends to invite Steve or Sam to these kinds of things. However, when he was falling behind in chemistry, you helped him complete some assignments and study for an exam he ended up acing thanks to your tutoring. Tutoring is not your specialty, but when the request came from your childhood best friend, there was no way you could say no. You can’t remember the last time you genuinely said no to Bucky.

The people in the seats surrounding you suddenly started to get rowdy breaking you from your thoughts. You scanned the stadium confused as to what everyone was getting animated over. You knew there was a current break in the game, so it couldn’t be that. Hearing the romantic music being played over the speakers brought your attention to the giant screen in the stadium. Your heart skipped a beat as soon as you saw who was on it.

It was you and Bucky.

There the two of you were on the jumbotron with the words ‘KISS CAM’ plastered on the screen surrounded by a scatter of red hearts. You froze in your seat never been put in a position like this. You felt the heat rise to your cheeks as the people around you encouraged the two of you to kiss—including the announcer. You weren’t a stranger to any sort of public displays of affection, but this was something else in its entirety.

“ Y/n, you know we don’t have to do this. They’ll just switch to another couple. Relax,” Bucky spoke up from beside you, his voice gentle and kind. He must have noticed how nervous you had gotten as soon as you two showed up on that screen. You turned to him, the word couple bouncing around your mind with mixed emotions. However, as soon as you locked eyes with him the emotions were no longer mixed.

You wanted to kiss him.

This came as no surprise to you, and most likely no surprise on his part either. There was a constant flirtatious dynamic between you and almost everybody you knew assumed you were a couple. It's not like they would be wrong to assume that since there were a few times you almost crossed the line between friend and lover, however, neither of you ever took the step to fully cross it. Stolen glances, lingering hugs, and near kisses were no strangers in your friendship.

“ But I want to,” your voice came out quieter than you expected, and yet Bucky had heard you. His demeanor changed from earlier, a hopeful yet almost shy look overtook his face. A sheepish grin replaced the confident one from earlier as the reality of what could and would most likely happen, set in.

“ You sure?” He asked coming in closer, his right hand taking your left in his as a comforting gesture. You were so entranced by the moment you only managed to nod your head before he leaned over and kissed you. You kissed back, your right hand dropping the cotton candy and instinctively holding onto his cheek. As the stadium erupted with cheers, he used the hand that was holding yours to pull you in closer by the waist.

Today turned out to be a lucky day for both of you.

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reagi-df · 1 year

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5 Times Steve and Bucky almost get caught and 1 time Sam wants to bleach his eyeballs.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers

Rating: Mature

Tags: Semi-Public Sex, Captain America Steve Rogers/Modern Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers is So Done, Steve Rogers is Not a Virgin, Bucky Barnes is Not the Winter Soldier, Bucky Barnes is a Tease, these boys are horny, Bucky Barnes Has a Praise Kink, Hockey Player Bucky Barnes, Fluff and Smut, Public Blow Jobs, Shower Sex, Idiots in Love, Inappropriate Erections, Locker Room Sex, trying not to get caught, Secret Relationship, Developing Relationship, Pining, Light Dom/sub, POV Steve Rogers, POV Bucky Barnes

Summary:

He is well aware of the body behind him - even though Bucky is shorter than Steve by a good few inches - he feels a hand press firmly into his lower back and Bucky brushes his lips next to Steve’s ear.

“I can show you how flexible I am now, thanks to figure skating,” he whispers breathlessly.

A low groan leaves Steve's throat without permission and arousal fills his gut. Feeling the hand slip off his body. He turns around, his body acting without thought for his surroundings as his hand reaches for Bucky.

For: @buckybarnesevents Connect4: Alternative June-inverse, C4: Dom/Sub

#Connect4AU #stucky fanfic #hockey au #bucky banres #steve rogers #steve x bucky #james bucky barnes #5+1 things #sam wilson

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fullmarvelheart · 2 years

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Crossing Lines (8/?)

Pairing: mob!Bucky x fbi!mob!Reader

Word Count: 4,113

Recommended: 18+ readers

Summary: A sudden and unsettling event rocks the underworld, and Y/N is immediately called in to prepare for what’s to come. What she isn’t prepared for is James Buchanan “Bucky” Barnes, also known as the new head of the Brooklyn mafia clan. When these two get shoved into a world of danger and deceit, will they ever learn to trust each other? Or will they be doomed from the start?

Warnings: Swearing, angst, descriptions of violence

A/N: I'M BACK BABY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am soooooooooooooooooooooooooooo sorry for my long hiatus. So much had been going on, but hopefully I'm back on track now. For all those who stayed despite how long I've been gone, thank you so much! For those who didn't, sorry I took so long. I will try to respond to PMs and comments as fast as I can. Also, I’m still working on part 3 of When Saving an Avenger and should have that done relatively soon!I won't continue to drag this out. So! I hope you all enjoy this chapte and thank you for reading! This has not been beta read at all. All mistakes are my own. The GIF is not mine, so credit goes to the original creator!

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The doors slam open as I storm into the gym, needing a release of some kind. The word irritated doesn’t quite describe how I’m feeling but I can’t sleep because of it. After I got shot, I was stuck in that god awful hospital bed for a few days longer, curtesy of Barnes. Then I was treated like some fragile doll after I was released, especially by Carol or any inner circle member that I bump into. And not that Carol knows, but once I was discharged, Barnes called my father, and judging by how everyone’s acting around me, I’d bet it has something to do with that conversation. Which he should know is the exactly opposite of what I need. And the fact that I was left out of another important conversation regarding yours truly, really really pissed me off. I feel like a damned caged animal under constant observation! I’m lucky I even made it to the gym.

I slam my water bottle on the nearest bench and move to where the wrappings are kept. Once my hands are wrapped, I take my stance in front of the punching bag, Demi Lovato’s Confident playing in my headphones. I punch at it with my uninjured arm, the left one, keeping the right tucked to my side, and I find myself falling into a rhythm.

This is all fucking stupid! I’ve worked hard for my father! Given up a normal life! Gave information that I could be killed for! And I’m still kept out of everything! And now Barnes is up my father’s ass and he’s becoming a pain in mine! And the HYDRA fucks that shot me are still out there! This. Punch. Is. Punch. Bullshit!

My right arm moves out on its own. The vibrations of the hit have pain snaking up my nerves like ribbons of fire. I cry out at the feeling, clutching onto my wound.

“Fuck!” I cry, ripping my headphones off with my free hand. “Son of a bitch!”

“You know, you really shouldn’t be doing that.” A voice says calmly behind me.

I turn around to find Barnes casually leaning against one of the many pillars in the gym. His arms crossed, showing off the muscles of his arms and shoulders that peak out from the cut tank top he wears. The expression on his face stern, yet seemingly concerned.

“What do you want, Barnes?” I ask, controlling my breaths to ease the pain, unwrapping my hands, and reaching for my water while dropping the headphones on the bench, music still playing quietly. “I’m not in the mood for a damn lecture.” I tilt the bottle back, taking a gulp.

When he doesn’t answer and continues to watch me, I huff and the peel the sweaty bandage off my arm, letting the wound breathe. The cool air seems to soothe the painful thing.

“Why are you in here?” He finally asks, I scoff.

“I imagine similar reasons as to why you’re here. Is that all?” I turn away from him and the punching bag, determined to go for a run.

“Damn it! Why are you so stubborn? You’re injured! Why are you even here?!”

“Maybe because I’m tired of men like you trying to control what I do with my life!” I shout, suddenly turning to face him only to find that he’s right behind me.

“Men like me?” He questions darkly, looking directly into my eyes. Since when were his eyes so blue?

“Yes.” I growl. “Men like you that have a stupid superiority complex!” I yell, backing up slightly. He mirrors my movements, stalking towards me as I move away from him.

“I’m not like other men, trust me, doll.” He counters. “And you should watch how you talk to me.”

“Bullshit.” I scoff, my back softly meeting a wall. “There is nothing for me to trust, doll. You’ve made it clear you don’t trust me. But I’ve seen it my whole life. You’re just another egotistical mafia boss. Every one of you are the same.”

“Am I now? Didn’t seem like you thought like that when you busted into my room.” He stops just in front of me, body tensed ready for a fight or… something.

“Yeah? Didn’t think you remembered that. You sure as hell haven’t been acting like it! A thank you for getting your head outta your ass would be nice!” I snap, trying to maintain any sense of authority and strength I can muster. My breathing is erratic, and I can even feel his own heavy breaths ghosting across my face.

“You’re still alive, aren’t you?” His voice makes me suppress a shiver. There’s a darkness there, a challenge, but with a hint of something I can’t place.

“You wouldn’t dare hurt me.” I state, knowing he wouldn’t risk it. His intimidation isn’t going to work on me.

“Wanna bet?” He growls.

I want to say something, something witty to shut his arrogant ass down, but all I can seem to focus on is him. The way his blue eyes bore into my own. The way his breath seems to mirror my own, fast and heavy. The way his chest brushes against mine as we breathe. Since when did we get so close? The way he looks at my lips, the way I glance at his. The way he starts leaning in, or is that me? He’s so close, I could almost kis-

All too soon, the doors open with a bang, Bucky immediately stepping away from me. What the fuck was all that? I blink a few times, clearing the fog from my head, before turning towards the doors. A man, with short, soft, black hair stands there with a look of mild confusion painting his face before it’s gone, a serious expression replacing it.

“Sorry to interrupt boss.”

“What is it Morita?”

“Rogers wanted me to tell you that Nick Fury is coming tomorrow.”

Bucky sighs and I mutter a ‘great’ under my breath. There’s a furrow between his eyes as he looks at me before turning towards Morita.

“Thank you for telling me. I’ll be in my office.” And with that he leaves, and I roll my eyes.

When he’s gone, I release a quiet sigh, finally relaxing now that he’s gone, and Morita has a knowing smirk. Get yourself together Y/N!

“You’re lucky he didn’t see that.” He chuckles, I shrug, reaching for my phone, a slight wince twisting my face as I lean down. So, he didn’t hear me.

“I can handle him.”

“Not like that you can’t.” He points, and I follow his finger to my wound. Blood had started drinpping down my arm, and I hadn’t even realized.

“I coulda.” I huff, finally pausing the music.

“Come on.” He says with a small smile, motioning for me to sit down.

I do, but eye him wearily. He grabs a med pack and walks towards me. It’s only then that I notice he’s slightly shorter than Barnes but has softer expression when he looks at me. Stop thinking about him!

“You know,” He starts while sitting down beside me to start wiping the blood from my arm, “When I first saw you, you were storming into your father’s office.” I smile at the memory.

“Wasn’t the first time.”

“I gathered that much.” He chuckles, checking the stitches and adding a few more where the blood is leaking from still. I wince slightly at every thread of the sterile needle. “You had this fire and authority to you. They won’t admit it, but it made the men in the hall uncomfortable. And that was before we knew who you really were. You live up to the image of a Fury.” He wraps the new bandages around my arm, careful of the wound. My eyes follow the movement. When I don’t respond, he looks up at me, most likely noticing the scowl I wear by the way his eyebrows furrow together. “Doesn’t look like that’s something you’re proud of.” He comments.

“I am nothing like my father.” I growl, gently ripping my arm out of his hands. “Thanks for the help.”

I get up and hurry to gather my things and leave.

“You may deny it, but it’s there.” He says as I leave. The only response is the slamming of doors.

So much for calming down.

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Not many of the men were around the next morning, though I have a feeling that was done on purpose. Of course, most of the people I knew here were either sent off on a job, or in the inner circle. The lack of people here began to make me feel slightly uncomfortable. I didn’t like being kept on the sidelines.

Carol eventually stopped by to check in on me, since I had also decided to skip breakfast. Embarrassingly, I got stuck in my tank top since I couldn’t move my arm all the well without feeling a pinch from the stitches around my wound. Let’s just say I got scolded for being reckless, none of which I took to heart, before she had to leave for a job. Of course, not without a warning to be careful as she wrapped the wound in fresh bandages. Besides, I was able to get into my leggings and gym shoes just fine. The sweatshirt was a challenge, but I’m not going to mention that to her.

As I wait, for what I’m not exactly sure, my mind drifts off to the folder I have hidden away in the room. The cowards who shot at Rollins and I mentioned Staten Island before they took off. As far as I’m concerned, it’s only known that George was killed by HYDRA, nothing more, not that anything else has happened because of them except for the shootout. Which brings up something else, what if this person from Staten Island had something to do with HYDRA being there. The guy who let it slip definitely didn’t mean for it to slip. It might not be much, but it’s something. And that’s all May needs. I’ll have to give her a call soon.

A knock at the door startles me slightly before I collect myself and open it. Loki awaits for me on the other side and motions me to follow. I do. There’s an odd feeling the follows me as we make our way through the compound, the kind that makes you feel slightly uncomfortable. I try my best to ignore it. As we get closer, I recognize a few of my father’s men, though they don’t acknowledge me at all. And I do the same.

“Who are all the extra bodies?” I ask Loki, who fails to hide a smirk.

“I’m sure you’ll find out soon enough, fiery one.” He whispers the last part and when I glance at him, he winks at me. I have to try and suppress my grin.

The office doors are opened by two members Barnes’ inner circle that I recognize slightly, as Loki follows me in, before they’re shutting behind us. Barnes sits behind his desk, his hair tied back into what looks like a small ponytail, as Steve and Sam stand at his sides while Natasha, Clint, and Thor lean casually against the walls (or as casually as you can while meeting with another Clan). Barnes looks from the man in front of him to me when the doors close, before the man turns around. It’s then that I notice my father in the chair, Coulson and Pietro sitting at his sides, as well as Hill, Mack, Hunter, and May. Wanda being notably absent. All of course are either dressed in suits (the higherups of course) or decked in leather. And then there’s me looking like I just came back from a jog.

“Well, well, well. Looks like the party started without me.” I say while trying to my best ‘disappointed father’ impression, hands on my hips and all. Pietro snorts, and I see Coulson smirk for a second.

Before my father can reprimand me, Pietro is up out of his seat, engulfing me in a hug.

“It’s good to see you, моя сестра.” He pulls me in, putting pressure on my wound. The pain takes me by surprise, causing me to yelp before I can stop it. He immediately lets go, as if he’s been burned. “What’s wrong?!”

“Nothing. I’m fine.” I say, futilely hoping to placate him as I roll my shoulder to try and alleviate some pain.

“Cестра, tell me!”

“Y/N.” My father interrupts, standing, expecting me to avoid the subject. “What happened?” It’s not a request, but I still hesitate.

“I was on a run, HYDRA ambushed us, and I got hit.” Father begins to scowl. “It’s nothing. I’m alright, and we got the supplies. It’s all good.” But he doesn’t listen, turning towards Barnes who’s still seated with his hands clasped in his lap.

“Why wasn’t I notified that she was shot?” Father growls.

“I advised him not to. But I assumed he at least told you something about it.” I reply, though the question was not directed at me.

“I wanted to wait until after the doctors checked her over and she woke up. Make sure she was okay.” Barnes shrugs. “Besides, I mentioned that she had gotten a minor injury when we last spoke.

“It was a routine run, and there were extra men on scene. Nothing could have been done to prevent this.” I try again.

“And yet, she was shot and shot at! Would you consider that minor if it had been one of your men?”

“It’s nothing I haven’t experienced before!”

“She spent minimal time in treatment. And I can’t keep her away from all harm when she’s got her assignment. Otherwise, her presence here would be questioned.”

“I’m right here!”

“Father-”

“Not now, son. That was not our agreement, Barnes.”

“I’m doing the best I can, Fury.”

“Excuse me, but what agreement exactly?”

“And that’s not good enough.”

“What exactly would you have me do in this situation?”

“Fucking hell, ENOUGH!” I yell, catching the attention of both men finally. “You,” I point to my father, “do not and will not control how I do my job. Whatever fucking deal you made with Barnes behind my back, that I have yet to see, does not apply to me. My assignment and my mission have priority over that. And you!” I now turn towards Barnes. “You do not have a say in either. I am working with you as a courtesy both to my father and you. I didn’t have to let you know about my job, but I did. And I’ve done more than what I’m meant to do here. So, you owe me some fucking respect. Both of you do! So, this whole ‘ignoring Y/N while she talks’ thing stops here! This job comes with risks, and I am aware of all of them, and it is my call to take them. My physical wellbeing is not always guaranteed in this life, you should both know that. And I will not have either of you try to control that!”

“Done with your little speech now, princess?” Barnes snarks.

“Я збираюся його вбити.” I growl, fingers brushing my knife.

“No.” Both my father and brother say in unison, my brother less enthusiastically than my father. I roll my eyes, letting my hand fall back to my side.

“You both suck the joy out of everything.”

“Y/N.” My name falls past my father’s lips harshly, and I narrow my eyes. “Go take a breather.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” I growl, ignoring the order in his voice.

“Now!”

“Ви ведете себе мудаком.” I mutter to my father before leaving, the door slamming behind me.

I stomp harshly away from the men in the hallway until no one is around. With the hall empty, I slump against the nearest wall, hearing soft footsteps near me.

“What?” I bark out when I hear them stop a few paces from me.

When I look, I find May watching me with an eyebrow raised and her arms crossed.

“You sure know how to stir up trouble.” She remarks. I scoff, straightening up.

“They made it a bigger deal than it was. Ignoring me in the process. Was I just supposed to sit back and let them walk over me?”

“You know your father holds respect for you and trusts your judgement. He wouldn’t have let you do this if he didn’t.” She says quietly. I scoff again.

“He does until something happens. Then he reverts back to being the dick mafia boss that doesn’t listen because either I’m his daughter, a woman, or both. I haven’t figured out which it is.”

“You know that’s not true.”

“Isn’t it?” I ask coldly. “He sent you out here to watch me, didn’t he?”

“He did.” She confirms, and I roll my eyes. How did I know? “But that’s not the reason I’m here.” I regard her carefully. “I could have waited in the hallway for you to come back.”

“True. So why are you here?” My voice turns serious as I watch her.

“Thought you would like an update.” She says, lowering her voice once again.

“What have you got for me?”

“Nothing much, unfortunately.” I frown at her. “Your father, for some reason, wouldn’t give me a copy of the deal with Barnes. Only told me what you should know about it.”

So typical of him. I roll my eyes, and grumble under my breath. “You mean five words?”

“A bit more than that actually. Along with mutual cooperation against HYDRA, info sharing and a few other things, your father negotiated for your safety. And I don’t mean he made Barnes promise to keep you alive.” I motion for her to continue. “Every member of the Brookyln clan that knows about you, including Barnes himself, is sworn to protect you as if you are a member of the Barnes family.”

I pause, my mouth dropping open slightly. “Wait... as in...?”

“Yes, as in your life is just as important as their Boss’, maybe even a little more so. And they all had sworn to it before you even arrived.”

“Well shit.”

For clan members to swear to protect a stranger, yet alone a stranger from another family, as if they were the boss’ family, is practically unheard of. Not to mention that that stranger is the daughter of another clan’s boss and an FBI agent. I’m sure it wasn’t agreed to very easily and has probably never been requested before. So, it’s a big deal.

“I never thought it possible before either.” She whispers. “And there’s more.” It only takes a glance. “Apparently that attack that injured you was retaliation for Ian Quinn.”

“So, Barnes wasn’t wrong when he told me they have a mole.”

“Evidently not.”

“Is my father aware of the reason?” She nods.

“Apparently, Ian Quinn and Barnes’ situation was the main concern of their last call. Barnes had mentioned you had been injured, but more along the lines of a training accident.”

“No wonder he was so pissed. Still doesn’t excuse him though.”

“For the record, if I had known you were there-”

“You would have either shown up or broke in here to make sure I was ok.” I finish for her. She nods again. “As much as I appreciate your loyalty, that wouldn’t have helped anything.”

“I know.”

It’s silent, for a few moments.

“Hey, is Lincoln still running the streets?”

“Yeah. Why?”

“He isn’t your main informant, is he?”

“No.”

“Good. I need both.” She straightens up. “One of the runners that led us into that trap, he mentioned something about a Staten Island high roller. Said they knew HYDRA ‘was on our ass’. Which was news to me considering the fact I wasn’t even aware they were ‘on our ass’.”

“You want me to look into it?”

I nod. “And find out if there was anything that happened to the families, any of them, three months or more before her death.”

“You think one of them had something to do with it?” She questions, the skepticism clear in her voice.

“I’m not sure. We aren’t exactly close with any of them at the time, a little cooperation here and there, but we have the most shipment disputes with Staten Island. We intercept some of theirs, they return the favor. We kill the men that wander into our territory, they ambush our men.”

“They’d benefit from us being weak.”

“Or distracted. What if the families went to war? Manhattan and Brooklyn, plus both of our allies?”

“They wouldn’t be involved at all.” She says in realization, her voice still quiet,

“Nope, they don’t have any alliances with the other families. Remember the mole father found? The one who he was sure was meant to put the blame on us for George Barnes’ death?”

“I’ll look into it, see if I can find what you want. Plus, if anything, that might gain us the upper hand.”

I sigh. Running my hand through my hair. “I hope I’m wrong about this, but thanks May. And please-”

“I won’t say a word. For now.” She raises an eyebrow at me, and I know she’ll only say something if there’s an immediate problem.

I nod in thanks, giving her a small smile. With that, she turns around and walks back towards the meeting. When she’s gone, I let my head fall back against the wall with a soft thud and close my eyes. Not long after, the soft approach of footsteps reaches my ear.

“Back so soon?” I quip, before opening my eyes to find Yelena just leaning on the wall across from me.

“That implies I would have to have left in the first place.”

“Never mind.” I sigh, pushing myself to stand straight, she follows suit.

“Who was that you were talking to?” She questions.

“No one that concerns you.”

I try to walk away, but she moves in front of me.

“Looked to me like the woman you met at the park the other day.” Her hands fall to her sides, seemingly causally, and she straightens her posture.

“I know you’re doing your job. But really, this doesn’t concern you, or the boss. If it did, I’d bring it up.” I try to walk around her, but I’m stopped again.

“You say that, but I don’t believe it.”

“I don’t care what you believe, get out of my way.” I try again, and I’m blocked again.

“Or else what?” She gives me a small smile, a challenging one. And I smile back.

With a step, and some careful maneuvering on my part, I have her pinned to the wall with my good arm as she lets out a little grunt on impact.

“Not bad.” She comments with a smug little smile.

“Listen.” I growl quietly. “I understand you’re sworn to protect your boss, but I also know you swore to protect me. And if you want to continue doing that, doing both of those, this will just stay between us. Just until I say otherwise.” I let her go and take a couple steps back while she glares softly at me. “Please.”

The sound of approaching footsteps interrupt and have Yelena pushing off the wall. One of Barnes’ men walks into the hall, a tall slim looking man with a weird hat (a beret I think).

“The boss says you have a job tonight, Maximoff. He wants you at the loading dock in two hours with Danvers.” His accent startles me slightly, there aren’t many Brits that I know in New York, but I just nod. I give a glance to, but she’s got the poker face down pretty well.

“Alright, I’ll talk to Carol about it. Has the visitor left as well?”

The man nods. Great, so my father is pissed off. Glad I’m not dealing with that.

“Thank you.” He nods at me again, then turns to Yelena.

“The boss wants to see you as well.”

“I’ll be there in a second.” She replies, and with that, the man turns and leaves.

Yelena looks at me, glaring just slightly, before I see the faintest of nods. When she’s gone from sight, I let out a little breath of relief. I’ll need to give her answers, and soon, but for now it’s good enough. What I’m concerned with now, is the job Barnes has me going on tonight. With me injured, I’m hoping it’ll be an easy one. However, as I’m learning with this situation and with HYDRA, nothing is ever easy.

Part 9

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buckydeniro · 2 years

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excuse any mistakes, i’m drunk and wanted to put a dbf!bucky oneshot out

dadsbestfriend!bucky barnes x reader

“What do you think you are doing?” you whispered hissed at the long haired brunette standing before you. Smirking, leaning against the kitchen island Bucky tilts his head, “What do you mean?”

You roll your eyes, exasperated. “You!” Checking your surroundings before whisper yelling the next part, which Bucky decides to chuckle at, fully amused at your over careful behavior. “touching me and stuff!”

“And stuff?” He asks amused, the smirk turning into a grin on his face which causes you to squint your eyes at him. “You are not being subtle, Barnes. Or careful!”

He groans, throwing his head back before looking back at you, adoration in his eyes. “Careful is no fun. Besides..” He moves closer towards you, your breath hitching at the close proximity. “You can act all you want like you are bothered by it but really..” He moves even more closer towards you and your back straightens up, causing him to once again smirk. “You can act like you don’t like it.” His voice now forms into a whisper. “But really, you just don’t know what to do when i, um, what’s the word..” The smirk on his face turning even more devilish. “Get under your skin..you no longer have control..when I make you unable to function.”

Your breath was caught in your throat and he knew it.

“I-“ You begin. “Huh?” He fires back immediately. “I-“ He cuts you off with another “Huh?”

“You’re wrong.” You state matter of fact, trying your best to sound confident and like he wasn’t absolutely correct. He tries to hide his smile at your response, holding back a chuckle.

“Hmm. Okay, sweet pea. If you say.”

“Buck! The game is back on!” You hear your fathers voice yell out and Bucky maintains eye contact with you, grabbing two beers off the counter, yelling back, “On my way, Steve!”

He looks back at the counter and grabs an extra beer, popping the top off and handing it to you. “Come join us.” He lifts his own bottle to his lips, speaking before taking a sip. “Father and daughter time is very important.”

“I fucking swear-“ You try to begin but he yells out at your dad once more, walking backwards into the living room with a wink. “Alright, on my way! Got caught up. The kitchen is a very tempting place.”

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nastybuckybarnes · 3 years

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All the King’s Men - Two

Pairing: Alpha!King!Bucky X Omega!Reader

Summary: Your father always said that if it weren’t for your presentation, he’d think you were an Alpha. There’s a reason for that. Growing up in a world where Omegas are treated like garbage, you’ve fought for the respect that you have. Until you’re sold off to an old King desperate for a bride. But you will not lay down and present for your new husband. No, you will fight back.

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Smut, ABO Dynamics (knotting, scenting, etc.), Enemies to Lovers, Kind of DubCon but not really

Word Cont: 4.2K

A/n: Hi everyone! I was so surprised by the reaction to part one! I hope you enjoy this!! Also, I’ve got a week off work coming up for my birthday!!! I hope to do some writing then, but idk. Anyway, goodnight, I love you all!

This is a still-developing idea, so it may take me a bit longer to update. Taglist for the series is open, though.

Part One.

~*~

“For you, dear,” you sneer the nickname and set his plate of dinner down on his desk.

The same desk he sat you on the night of your wedding.

The night you tried to kill him for the first time.

He eyes the food skeptically then looks up at you.

“Have you poisoned it again, darling?”

You only roll your eyes and take a seat on the bed.

“That didn’t work the first three times I attempted it.”

He only hums, pushing the plate away and rising to his feet.

He turns to face you, pushes to stand between your legs and looks down at you like you’re beneath him.

“You never bring me a meal, Omega. Why now? You know not how to be a kind, giving wife. Why pretend?” You only roll your eyes at him and shrug.

“I should be keeping you on your toes, should I not?”

In the few weeks you’ve spent at the castle, you’ve tried to kill him many times, only for him to thwart every attempt.

But now, unfortunately, you need his help.

More specifically, you need his knot.

“Hmm, yes. But that isn’t why you’re here, is it? No. You’ve come to ask me something.” He grins victoriously when you look away from his eyes.

“What is it, my darling? Speak plainly and maybe I won’t make you get on your knees.”

Getting on your knees for the Alpha has your inner omega preening.

You grind your teeth together and glare up at him.

“I require your knot, Alpha.”

He’s taken aback by your boldness, and it’s only then that he takes a deep breath through his nose.

His chest rumbles and he nods.

“Your heat approaches.”

It’s not a question, but a statement.

“Yes. It isn’t due for another week, but I fear it will be here by morning.”

He hums, two fingers coming beneath your chin to tilt your head up.

“If your heat will not be here until morning, why is it that you require my knot now? I think,” he leans down, lips brushing over your cheek, “that you want it, sweet omega. You don’t require it, not yet, but you want it.”

You say nothing, knowing he’ll smell the answer anyway.

With a victorious grin, he pulls away.

“You need only ask for my knot, darling, and it shall be yours.”

You don’t want to ask for his knot.

You don’t want to ask him for anything.

At the present moment, the tingling between your legs isn’t unbearable. So if you can put off asking, you will. For as long as you possibly can.

“I do not want anything from you,” you finally spit, shoving to your feet to stand chest to chest with the Alpha.

“I wanted only to advise you. Given your age, you probably need to prepare to knot an omega in heat.”

You take a step around him only for his metal hand to come tight around your wrist.

“You would do well to recall who’s knot you need to get through your heat. My wife should learn some manners.”

You look up at him for a long moment then pull free from his grip.

“I need nothing from you.”

~*~

“Go get the king,” you growl, one hand grasping at your chest while the other yanks your gown off, leaving you in nothing more than your beige slip.

“Yes, My Queen.” Wanda’s almost running through the halls in search of the King.

You’re far in your heat now. You should’ve sent for him hours ago like she told you to, but no. You’re far too stubborn for that.

“Your Majesty? The queen requests your presence,” she says, knocking gently against the door to his office.

The door opens and she peeks inside, her eyes dropping to the ground when she catches a whiff of the King.

“Tell my wife that I am busy at the moment and she can entertain herself with other tasks until I am finished.”

Wanda wants to protest, to tell the King exactly what you need, but she doesn't. Instead, she nods, bows, then takes her leave.

“He what?!” You snarl, sweat dripping down the side of your head.

“I-I tried, your Majesty.”

You shove away from your nest and march past Wanda, yanking open the door to your chambers and heading down the hallway.

Servents and guards stop to watch as you walk by but you don’t care.

You’re in heat, in pain, and you need your Alpha.

A shiver ripples down your spine and your inner Omega sings at the very thought of her Alpha, but you’re still present enough in your own mind to be angry at him.

You’d warned him. Told him that your heat was coming, and now he refuses to help.

Without sparing it a second glance, you shove open the door to his office, crossing your arms over your chest and huffing out a breath through your nose.

The Alpha within stares at you, and the Blond Beta by his side does the same, her nose wrinkling at the scent of an Omega in heat.

You can only imagine what they’re seeing.

The queen in only her slip, eyes wild and chest heaving, sweat dotting across her brow.

“I require my husband,” you announce, voice bordering on a snarl.

“Can you not see that we are busy, Girl?!” Sharon growls back.

Their scents are mingled heavily in the air, letting you know that they’ve been alone in the room for a long period of time.

Your Alpha is supposed to be up in your chambers knotting you until you fall asleep. Instead, he’s down here discussing Gods know what with a Beta that you cannot stand.

“I thought it better to ask my husband for his knot before going to anyone else. But if he is too busy to properly breed his omega then I’m sure I can find someone willing to take his place.”

With that, you turn on your heel and exit the room.

His growl of protest is loud but you don’t stop walking. Even when you feel his breath on the back of your neck, you don’t stop.

One of his hands comes down on your waist, halting your movements.

“Why had you not told me you were in heat?”

You turn around and glare up at him, wrinkling your nose in disgust.

“You stink of that Beta. If you are so busy with her, fine. I do not require your assistance anymore.”

He grabs your hand when you try to leave again, a growl rumbling in his chest.

“Omega, if you need my help you need only ask. It is my job as your Alpha to properly breed you.”

You pull your bottom lip between your teeth, slick gathering between your thighs at the very thought of him knotting you again.

Your inner Omega fights desperately to free herself but you keep her locked up.

That silky blond hair comes into view again and you grind your teeth together, tugging out of his grip.

“It is obvious to me that you were thoroughly occupied. I will not have you bringing the stench of that filthy Beta into my nest.”

The Beta in question takes a step forward, glaring at you.

“You will not speak to me in such a tone, girl. You forget that this is not a playground, pup. You would do well to remember your place.”

You take a step to her, matching her glare and yanking free when James tries to put a hand on you again.

“My place is your Queen, Beta. You would do well to remember that. I will have no problem reminding you of that fact over and over again if need be. You tell me to remember my place as if you are not the biologically inferior one, the one that no Alpha would ever choose because-”

“That is enough!”

James yanks you away from Sharon, glaring down at you as if you’ve done something wrong.

“If you do not require anything, then I will resume my business with Sharon. You are dismissed.”

You huff out a few angry breaths, a cramp stabbing at your stomach at the rejection.

Instead of letting him know of your pain, you turn around and march back to your chambers, prepared to struggle through it alone, just as you always have.

This time, however, it’s so much worse.

The cramps are far more painful than they’ve ever been, and the ache between your legs can’t be satisfied no matter how much you touch yourself.

“Is there anything I can get for you, My Lady?” Wanda asks from the doorway, a perplexed look on her face as she watches you squirm and tremble in the safety of your nest.

Pain licks up your spine and you shake your head, crying out softly when a particularly nasty cramp hits your lower abdomen.

“You are dismissed, Lady Wanda. I will take care of her from here.”

Alpha.

Your inner Omega coos and whines, clawing her way to the surface at the sound of her Alpha’s voice.

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

Wanda leaves and James eyes you.

You’ve taken off your remaining clothes and now you lie naked in your nest, sweat covering your body.

“Look at my poor little omega,” He taunts, stepping towards your nest and peeling off his layers.

You whimper despite yourself, hating how vulnerable and needy you are.

“You want my knot, Omega?” You can’t stop yourself from nodding and he chuckles, climbing into your nest and making himself comfortable.

You’re about to snap at him for invading your space without invitation, but his big hand finds the back of your neck, holding possessively and making you submit.

It’s a primal hold, something ingrained deep into your hindbrain. And now, with your Alpha near and your heat raging, you submit.

“There she is. There’s my sweet omega.”

You let out a soft whine, rolling to face him when he lies down beside you.

“Alpha.”

A growl rumbles through his chest and he nudges his nose into your neck, taking deep breaths of your scent.

You smell so good like this. Like wild berries and a roaring fire on a cold winter’s day. A homey mixture of baking and the forest where his ancestors roamed.

You smell like everything he’s ever wanted and more.

He slides his length between your legs, rubbing on your scorching heat and making a moan fall from your lips.

He’s never truly been with an Omega during her heat, that’s something far too sacred and special to be done with anyone but his wife, but by the Gods has he been missing out.

He isn’t even inside you, yet he can tell just how hot and wet you’ll be. How your walls will welcome his cock, his knot, without hesitation.

“On your front, Omega. Present for me.”

You roll onto your hands and knees without hesitation, arching your back and pushing your nose into the bedsheets where he was just lying.

His hands find your waist as he slides his hardening cock through your folds, groaning lowly at how soaked you are.

“Alpha, please,” you beg, hands gripping the bed sheets tightly. He’s so close to where you need him, yet nowhere near close enough.

“Hush, Omega. I’m here.”

With a snap of his hips, he’s fully sheathed inside of you, every thick, perfect inch of him filling you up and chasing away your cramps.

A loud moan falls from your lips and he basks in the sound before slowly starting to rock his hips.

You take deep breaths through your nose, basking in the scent of him.

Slowly, you notice something else in his scent. Something that doesn’t belong to him and most certainly doesn’t belong in your nest.

Your eyes pop open as you identify the scent, your inner Omega growling and taking hold of your rationality.

“Get off,” you whisper, pulling away as your eyes burn amber.

“Hmm?” His eyes are closed, so focused on how good you feel, but your focus is on the disgusting scent he brought into your nest. Into your safe space.

“Get off! Get off of me! Now!” Your words are growled out with such force that he does immediately, Alpha instincts on high as he tries to assess the situation.

His Omega isn’t happy. His Omega needs him.

“What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?”

You turn to face him and his guard is up in an instant.

Your eyes are bright yellow, glowing and burning like the sun.

Omegas only have their eyes change like that for one reason.

You’re nearly feral.

“Get out,” You growl.

“Omega, calm down. Your heat-”

Your hand slides beneath the pillow and then you’re swiping at him.

The dagger bites into his chest and he jumps back, hunching forward and grabbing at his manhood when you start flailing in the bed.

“Get out! Get out, now!” You shriek.

He stumbles off of your bed and to the floor just as the doors burst open.

Natalia and Steven stand in the doorway, looks of concern morphing into confusion when they take in the situation.

The King is on the ground by the bed, clutching his groin, and the Queen is snarling at him from her nest, her eyes yellow.

“Get him out before I slit his throat!”

Steve makes quick work of grabbing the King and helping him from the room, wrapping a blanket around his waist on the way.

“My lady, how may I help?” Natalia asks, moving cautiously to your side.

Only once the men have left the room do you move. You grab the pillows and blankets from your nest and haul them onto the floor, practically ignoring her presence as you shove the items into the fireplace.

“Open the windows then fetch me new bedlinens. Then have Lady Wanda run me a bath,” you growl, not removing your eyes from the task at hand.

Everything he’s touched is getting burned. Every single piece of your nest is getting destroyed.

How dare he bring her scent into your nest.

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

“What happened?”

James holds a cold cloth to his cock, brows pulled together at the discomfort of it.

“Things were going well, then she snapped.”

Steve shakes his head, remembering how angry you looked. The fury written across your face.

“I’ve never seen an Omega that... feral. Ever. You must’ve done something.”

The King wracks his brain, trying to figure out what he might've done when the door bursts open and Natalia storms in.

“Is she alright?” Steve asks.

“She’s burned her nest and nearly scalded her skin. I’m surprised she let you leave alive,” She muses, shaking her head at her King.

“I know not what I’ve done!”

She wrinkles her nose at him.

“You smell of Sharon. Did you wash before entering her nest? And did you respect her boundaries? A nesting Omega is very particular about who and what can go near her nest, much less inside of it.”

He huffs out a heft sigh and shakes his head.

No.

He didn’t wash.

He must’ve smelled like Sharon when he went into your nest.

“I didn’t wash. I thought nothing of it. How was I supposed to know?”

Nat smacks his arm.

“How could you not have known? Nesting Omegas are nearly as dangerous as feral Alphas. And your actions resulted in the Queen nearly going feral. What you did was stupid and selfish.”

He only shakes his head.

He hadn’t meant to cause such a thing, but part of him doesn't feel guilty.

No, part of him thinks that maybe you deserve it.

After all the times that you’ve tried to kill him, maybe this is what the fates wanted for you.

~*~

After attacking the King and burning your nest, your heat only gets worse.

Worse to the point of agonizing pain and unbearable cramps.

Nothing helps.

The pain is so strong that the King can feel it through your bond, only making his guilt more apparent.

Your heat lasts for ten days.

Ten long, painful, lonely days.

Your inner Omega cries for her Alpha, for the only person able to alleviate the pain, but you shut her up.

What he did was terrible and unforgivable.

“I am sorry,” James murmurs, falling into a step beside you as you walk through the gardens.

His hand finds your lower back and you spin around immediately, dagger drawn up to his throat.

“You will not touch me,” you hiss.

He holds his hands up in surrender and sighs.

“I truly did not intend for anything to happen like that. I didn’t know...”

You scoff, pushing the blade against his throat even harder.

“Didn’t know what? That bringing the scent of that filthy beta into my nest would anger me? You’re far dumber than I thought, then.”

You turn to walk away from him but his hand shoots out, grabbing your bicep tightly.

“You will watch your tongue, woman. Do not forget your place. You’re lucky I did not return to you and breed you against your will. Your purpose is to give me pups. I have been kind and forgiving of your childish behaviour, your attempts at ending the marriage, but if you continue this, I will not be so kind.”

You grind your teeth together and glare at him.

“Have you come to speak to me for any real purpose, or just to torment me? I do not wish to see you nor speak with you. Not now.”

He only shrugs, keeping his guard up even as he drops your arm.

“I am allowed to do as I please with my wife.”

“Ah, now that the Beta isn’t around, I’m your wife again, am I?”

Your question slips out before you can stop it, but he isn’t angry. No, instead he lets out a soft chuckle.

“You’re jealous of Sharon, are you?” He cocks his head to the side, waiting for your response.

“To be jealous would imply that I care, and I do not. It was frustrating for my Alpha to come into my nest stinking of a filthy Beta, that’s all.”

You turn around and begin to walk away, ignoring him when he calls your name.

“You will have respect for Sharon as she is a trusted member of my council. You need to learn how things work around here. You may be Queen, but that does not change the fact that you are a foreigner.”

As if you needed the reminder.

“Believe me, My King,” you sneer his title, “I do not need the reminder.”

With that, you pull free of his grip one last time, your heart hurting when you see the Beta in question strutting into the gardens to intercept your husband.

She quickly starts talking to him, her hand finding his chest and smoothing over it in a way that isn’t friendly.

The image will be forever ingrained in your mind and you can’t stop yourself from hating the both of them even more.

~*~

You wait until after nightfall to make your move, determined to show the King that you are not some pitiful omega who will sit and wait to be bred.

Once the lights have gone out for the night you leave your chambers and tiptoe towards the King’s.

You run into nobody along the way, not one single guard, and you make a mental note of the lack of security.

The door to his chambers swings open silently and closes just as quietly.

There he lays, asleep and vulnerable in his bed.

You have one shot at this. All you need to do is catch him off guard.

When you’d returned to your chambers earlier in the day you found your daggers all taken from you, probably at the King’s insistence.

You don’t need a blade to kill him, and you’ll prove that.

With one of your pillows held tightly in your grasp, you tiptoe over to his bedside.

It has to be done in one moment. One fluid moment. Pin his arms and suffocate him.

Hopefully, the element of surprise will help you succeed.

Taking a deep breath, you pounce.

Your knees pin down his arms and you press the pillow to his face tightly, leaning forward and squishing all of your weight on him.

He jerks beneath you, thrashing beneath your hold frantically.

Good.

His metal arm yanks free from beneath your knee and then he’s shoving you backwards, sending you falling off the bed.

You tumble to the ground with a grunt, glaring up at him when he pulls the pillow off of his face and sucks in a sharp breath.

His eyes scan the room before landing on you.

A mixture of emotions plays across his face before irritation settles there.

“What did I tell you?”

You slowly crawl backwards as he climbs off of his bed, his chest heaving.

“Get on the bed. Now.”

You shake your head, fear flickering through you for a moment at what the King has planned as punishment.

“You are my wife. Get. On. The. Bed.”

You swallow hard and he glares down at you, grabbing your arm and yanking you up onto the bed.

He forces you onto your front and shoves your nightgown up around your waist.

“N-No!” You struggle against him but he shakes his head and pushes between your legs.

“I’m not going to hurt you, sweet Omega. You’re my wife. And I think my wife needs to remember just how much she enjoys my cock. It’s your throne, Omega. Would you really want to get rid of someone who can bring you such pleasure?”

His cock drags through your slick folds and you growl.

This isn’t how you wanted this to go.

He was supposed to be dead and you were supposed to be packing your bags.

But now he’s sliding through your folds, pressing against your clit and sending jolts of pleasure rolling down your spine.

“It seems someone has gone without my knot for far too long,” he muses, slowly pushing the tip of his cock into your sopping hole.

“You could’ve knotted me if you weren’t so busy with that stupid bet-ah!”

He thrusts into you roughly, cutting you off.

Every inch of his hard cock is inside of you and by the Gods does it feel good.

A smug grin crosses over his face at how quickly he can turn you into a mewling mess.

The strong, fierce Omega he married, now reduced to whimpers and whines.

He snaps his hips faster, watching the way your back arches and your mouth drops open.

“There she is. There’s my sweet girl.”

Your pussy flutters around his length at the gentle name and you groan against the fabric of his bed.

His grip on your hips tightens and he picks up the pace, his head dropping back and a growl rolling from his throat.

“Gods, you feel good. Nice and... tight... wet...”

He trails off and raises his head, hand coming to grab your hair.

He tugs at it until your back is pressed against his front, a soft gasp falling from your lips when he rakes his teeth over the mark in your neck.

“My Omega. My sweet, stubborn, fiery Omega.” He punctuates each word with hard thrusts.

The size of him alone has you aching, your cunt swollen and aching yet you can’t get enough of him.

Your inner Omega howls with delight when his teeth sink into the grooves in your neck, fitting perfectly in the mark.

“Come on, Omega. You know what it is that I want.”

His words are growled against your skin and you can’t help the choked moan that falls from your lips.

He fits against you so perfectly, hits every sensitive spot inside of you, you can’t help it.

Each thrust brings you closer and closer to the edge that’s been out of reach, and as he scents you, stakes his claim over you, you only creep even closer.

The coil in your belly gets tight then snaps, sending you headfirst into an explosive climax.

Your walls clench around him and he groans, biting you harder when his knot catches inside of you.

Your body milks him of his cum, the potent white painting your walls and warming you from the inside.

He holds you against his chest. He kneels upon the bed and he holds you, arms caging you against his body as his knot keeps the two of you locked together.

His tongue soothes over the wound in your neck, each pass sending a shiver down your spine and a clench to your core.

Exhaustion creeps up on you and you relax against the huge man behind you. You allow your Omega to have her way, cuddling closer to him and seeking out the comfort he can provide.

His hold on you is gentle as he shifts the two of you to a more comfortable position on the bed.

“Ah, so this is how I fix your attitude? I need to knot it out of you?”

He gives a tiny thrust of his hips to punctuate his question and you groan, shifting closer to him.

“I still detest you.”

He chuckles, thinking back to how this started. How he woke up to you attempting to kill him yet again.

“I know that, Omega. I haven’t forgotten.”

You only hum, lids heavy and body thrumming with satisfaction.

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subwaysurf45 · 2 years

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Don’t End Today

Summary: The day that you happily upgraded you from tutor to girlfriend all because of a few nice words.

Pairing: College Athlete!Bucky x reader

Words: 4,269

Warnings: none just fluff

note: I do have a mini series with a college!bucky but this is a different au, if you want to read the series for more college bucky click here!

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As you laid in your small apartment room, hearing Wanda snore, you looked into your closet. You couldn’t seem to rip your eyes away from a small calendar. In red marker on every Friday slot, there was ‘tutor time’ written down.

You were in your fourth year, your major was English. You were also assigned the captain of the volleyball team as your student, his name was Bucky Barnes. It was obvious he didn’t want to be taught by you in the beginning, he hated the idea of missing practice time or workout time to learn how to cite. But because you had been tutoring him since second year you had created a bond. It took you a very long time to understand that he was bugging you to get a reaction, all he wanted was to waste time so nothing would get done. But as respect grew between the two of you he stopped bugging, it was now flirty comments and you’d throw some jabs back. Today was rough, all you wanted to do was sleep all day because your class got cancelled, the last you wanted was to teach.

The walk to the study hall was short but you wished it was longer on days like there. Fall leaves scattered the ground and left the sidewalk an array of colours. With every step in your Timberland’s, the crunch made you smile a little more. A colder breeze curved around your face and made you pull your scarf higher on your nose, your jacket was done up tightly and your sweatpants rippled in the wind. The gig wasn’t too professional, you’d showed up in your pajamas before, so had Bucky - he does every time. The effects of last night’s party might be left under your eyes with your mascara you didn’t take off as you taught Bucky how to quote a journal. At one point Bucky had played a big game Thursday night and went drinking with his friends which made him run out of the study room to find the nearest bathroom.

The only class he struggled in was English, he took it as an elective every year even though he wasn’t the best, you never knew why. But in first year he almost lost his scholarship because of how bad his GPA was tanking all due to English. The head coach of the volleyball team, Mr. Fury, found you randomly and assigned you to lift his grade, and you did. It was hard to take all the credit, Bucky actually wanted to learn but his mind would wander or he’d be too stressed about his parent’s reaction to his failing grade, so he’d give up. Bucky started reading because of you, he talked about books he’s picked up and how he added a famous line from his books into his essay; you sadly had to explain plagiarism, but it’s the thought that counts.

As you opened the library door you were consumed by silence, everyone looked at you and then away, figuring out who disturbed their reading. The carpeted floor muffled the sounds of your boots, it made everything seem cozy. You passed by the law students whose noses were deep in their books, excessive highlighters were everywhere, sticky notes had fallen on the floor. Then you got to the small study rooms, soundproof and everything. You had to book them in advance but because you were originally assigned to Bucky by a teacher, Fury was able to get first dibs at the rooms, you only had a study session on a Thursday if Bucky had a tournament starting on Friday.

Study room one was vacant when you walked in and it wasn’t surprising, Bucky was never on time. But it was better than him not coming at all. This gave you time to set up, you wiped down the whiteboard and set up your laptop on the table as well as a checklist. Bucky had sent a text on Wednesday saying he needed you to proofread his essay, which would take up most of the allotted time.

The door opened, “seven minutes late isn’t a good sign, libero,” you spoke with your head down while signing into your laptop.

“Fine, looks like I’m drinking two coffees today,” Bucky spoke and placed two cups down. Your head quickly looked up and saw two medium coffees, steam was curling out of the small hole. There were also two paper bags, most likely food.

“Thank you,” you walked over and gave him a one-armed hug, “but we can’t eat in here, you know that.” your finger gently opened the bag and saw your favourite donut sitting perfectly, “but it looks so good…”

Bucky nudged your arm, “then eat it, we know no one comes in here and we need to celebrate,” he did a double punch on your arm again. He dropped his bag and shrugged off his jacket, piling it onto your scarf and jacket in the corner.

“You guys had a game? I didn’t know that,” you walked over to the desk and pulled up some sheet you’d be using for the session.

“We aren’t celebrating me,” Bucky walked over to you again, “I talked with Wanda because she came to the weekend game to see Vis’ and she said you had gotten a job at the Grand Central Library,” He paused but you gave no reaction, “y’know? The one you’ve been dreaming to work at?” Bucky paused again but you still didn’t react, “why aren’t you celebrating?” he jumped up and down, his hands grabbed your arms and flailed them around.

“I didn’t-” your brain was short circuiting, “I didn’t think you’d remember- I haven’t talked about that in a while,” you looked over at your donut again, mouth watering.

“And that’s how I know something was going on,” Bucky smiled triumphantly, “with the time I’ve spent with you I picked up on all the little things you do, I hope you know that.” Bucky giggled and grabbed both bags, “I know you get these donuts as a victory thing, and I know you don’t talk about something when you’re nervous about it, I know it all,” Bucky pulled out the matching donuts, “cheers, to a lovey librarian.”

“And a lovely libero,” you could feel a blush as you gently tapped the donuts against one another before taking a bite. Right away you let out a loud groan at how good it was, “I haven’t had this in so long, oh my god!” you reached across for your coffee to wash it down, “mph!” your eyebrows raised as your cheeks were full with coffee, “you got order right this time!” you said after swallowing.

“You think that low of me, doll?” he mused before taking a seat and pulling out a paper copy of his essay. You sat as well and continued to eat, the essay was long and slightly crinkled from sitting in his bag.

“Perfect,” you took the package from him, “let me get my pen and stuff,” as you leaned over to get the things from your bag as Bucky took a few sips of his coffee, he also took out his laptop. When you sat up again you saw the online version of his paper.

“Which one do you want me to edit?” You placed the editing tools in front of you.

“So I was thinking,” Bucky leaned back in his chair, “you markup the paper one and I need to watch some video replay of our game- it won’t take long a promise,” Bucky knew your rule about no volleyball in the study room, “it really won’t take long but by the time I’m finished there will be things I can change on my paper and you can talk me through the rest of it, I’m really sorry about your rule and all that but I swear this is going to work,” Bucky had sat up and turned square to you, his palms facing you in a surrendering way.

“Fine,” you sighed and began to read the paper. On a very low volume, you heard Bucky play his tapes. There was screaming and whistles but it wasn’t too loud, it was weird to see but he was actively taking notes. He’d flip back a couple of seconds and watch the same play over and over, a few times you heard a disapproving hum or him cheering on his teammates even though this was in the past.

“Okay, okay, okay, wait,” Bucky tapped your shoulder, “you have to see this, just this one, I swear,” he turned his laptop to you and you put down your pen. “This is like classic stuff right here,” Bucky was smiling brightly, the play happened he talked you through what was going on, pointing at the little things he, and others, were doing. “-and boom!” he cheered, “that’s how we one the set, it was perfect,” Bucky sighed and leaned back in his seat, taking a second to reflect on how beautiful that play was.

“That was very cool, I have to admit,” you smiled over to him.

“That means a lot coming from someone who doesn’t know volleyball,” Bucky said absentmindedly before sitting up and resuming play. You scoffed and he looked back at you, “what?” he smirked.

“I’ve known you for four years, Bucky, I know volleyball,” you tried to fight a smile but it came through. Both of you leaned onto one another as you laughed, your head going to his shoulder and his head sitting on yours. You stayed there as you laughed for a while, Bucky was adding extra punchlines to make you laugh more, your head turned in so your nose was right up against his neck. When you sat up again you could see a massive blush spread to his ears.

“You’re cute,” he muttered before turning to his play.

It didn’t take long for you to go through his essay, it also didn’t take long for you to explain the little things he did wrong. There were always a few times he’d fight you on, claiming he was right and you weren’t putting what he said in context but he normally lost that battle. Some things were just stupid and you could tell Bucky wasn’t happy that he used the wrong ‘there’ in a sentence, sometimes spelling mistakes showed up and Bucky would try to explain his laptop is broken and he couldn’t see the red squiggly line anymore, but that didn’t help his case. There were markings everywhere as well as highlights over certain things that needed to change but also things you liked. You found that Bucky got genuinely upset when you only pointed out the large amounts of errors in his writing before, in second year you heard from his team that he skipped practice, after feeling like he got berated by you, to re-write his entire essay. After that, you had begun to add little notes that made his eyes brighten.

“I mean, Bucky…” you sighed and sat back in your chair. Bucky was on the end of his seat and waiting for you to give the feedback he so desperately wanted to hear. “I’m very impressed, this is your best work.”

Bucky smiled and covered his blush, “god, doll, you flatter me,” he whispered, “thank you,” that was what he only wanted you to hear.

Your eyes flipped between his writing and him, then you placed the paper behind you on the desk. “I want you to listen to me,” you turned square to him, “the progress you’ve made is amazing, and I’m so proud of you, I really am,” he nodded along, “and I know you’ve put you’re entire hundred percent effort into this paper, I can really read that.”

He started to look at you quizzically, “what are you trying to say, doll?”

“I’m trying to say,” you let out a sad sigh. The best way you could explain was through a story, “when I was in third year, last year, I wrote a paper on something very close to my heart, I wrote it with every ounce I had. When I hit submit I felt on top of the world, I told myself and everyone it was my favourite thing I’ve ever written-”

“I remember that,” Bucky nodded.

“I got a forty percent on it,” as you told him Bucky looked like he saw something get hit by a car, his teeth were gritted together with a quick inhale. “When you hand this in, I need you to know that no matter what you get on it, it doesn’t define who you are, okay?”

He could feel how much emotion you were putting in your speech, your eyebrows were basically touching as you pleaded to him. “Alright,” he whispered and placed his hand on your shoulder, “I won’t let it define me,” he gave a quick smile before you felt everything go back to normal. But it didn’t for Bucky, he felt the little voice inside of his head whisper this is your chance.

You had begun to pack your things but felt the hair stand up on the back of your neck, you took a quick peek out of the corner of your eye but were stunned to see Bucky looking at you. There was a faint smile ghosting his lips as his eyes stayed transfixed on yours, it seemed like he didn’t blink through his hooded eyes. The intensity was too much, you giggled and looked down to the ground, maybe hoping to make him do the same. But he didn't. You looked up again and he seemed closer this time, his forearms resting on his thighs. The soundproof room had never been quieter, there was the faint sound of the air running through the vent and soft breathing. Bucky moved forward on his chair, one arm reached out to you and gently pushed a piece of your hair behind your ear.

“What are you doing?” Your voice faded out through the whisper.

“We study English too much, don’t you think?” He tried to whisper but it came out a soft rumble.

“What?” You wanted to move away from his hand cupping your cheek but it was so warm and inviting. Neither of you looked at each other’s lips, you were waiting for him.

“I think we should study something different,” Bucky’s rumble caught you again, “how about we study your eyes?” You shyly giggle again and looked down at the floor to avoid his piercing blue eyes, “no, no, no, none of that,” Bucky giggled with you, “I need to study them, maybe I can write my next paper on how they seem to light up like embers or how they make me feel like gravity is only a suggestion.”

“Oh god,” you whispered, “where is this coming from? We were editing two seconds ago,” you tried to laugh it off yet again but Bucky didn’t budge. “When did the libero start reciting poetry?”

“I’ve spent four long years loving you from the sidelines,” Bucky laughed but it was only to push past to pain, “and you are so nice, you care about things I never thought about before. You are the reason I drink almond milk and take the west train instead of the north, you could tell me to run away and I’d be tying my shoes.” He quickly moved his chair closer to you, only then did he glance at your lips. “I don’t want to kiss you right now, that wouldn’t be fair for me to spring this on you. But just know I want to take you out and I want to kiss you very soon. I want you to wear my jersey’s and come to my home games, I want to walk down the streets holding hands and I want to tell people I’m going to study with my girlfriend rather than my tutor, I want you to myself, maybe shrink you down and put you in my little pocket for safekeeping.”

“Bucky…” you whispered, “I-”

A loud knock on the door made you both sit up straight, “let’s go, you’re times up.” the voice sounded very impatient.

You both quickly packed up but the tension didn’t go away, you kept sneaking glances at him to find Bucky smirking and shaking his head as he pushed his volleyball shoes to make room for his water bottle. The people on the other side weren’t happy when you walked out, they claimed you wasted five precious minutes of their study time, but Bucky waved them off. You both headed out of the library with a different aura surrounding the both of you, you really wanted to tell him how you felt, you also liked him. but in the middle of the street wasn’t the time, it needed to be perfect like how Bucky told you.

As you walked through the library door that Bucky was holding open for you the cold gust of wind smacked you in the face. Bucky quickly put his hands deep into his pockets and lifted his shoulders to keep all his warmth in. You both stood outside the door and just looked at one another, the little rope that connected in your study room was only pulling you closer together with no intention of giving either of you slack. The wind pushed you forward, and you also let it move you, towards Bucky. Your boots were almost touching and you were so close you could smell the same cologne he was worn all four years you’ve met him.

“I kinda don’t want to say goodbye today,” Bucky giggled and looked down at you.

“Me either,” you spoke softly as you looked up at him.

“We should grab lunch, that will be fun,” Bucky smiled, “although we should make it quick because I’ve heard it’s going to rain and possibly wet snow today. I do have my ride…” Bucky thought out loud.

Your heart flattened a bit when he said ‘make it quick’ because after what he said you wanted to spend tons of time with him. “I’m fine with whatever,” you looked around at the street, “we can go to that nicer one a few blocks south, where did you park?”

“Right there,” Bucky pointed over his shoulder.

“I forgot…” you covered your face with your hands.

In all of its glory stood Bucky’s motorcycle. It caught the sun perfectly and reflected a gold hue. He walked you over to it and pushed the helmet on top of your head, it was safe to say by the way you fiddled with it you had never been on of these before. He walked you over and helped you get on while quickly giving your the rules. Some of them were easy to understand, you shouldn’t move your feet from the pedals. Others were funny, you couldn’t tickle Bucky when you put your arms around him.

“I'm being serious,” he warned as he straddled the bike, your hands quickly looping around and locking.

As the bike began to move you gripped tighter to Bucky, your eyes were screwed shut as he turned and sped down the roads. At one point you heard him laugh and you knew something was about to go down, all at once the bike sped up and the engine roared. You screamed so loud as Bucky laughed and pulled into a parking spot.

Your legs felt like jello when you got off, Bucky was there to hold your arm as you swayed into the nice lunch diner. You were quick to be seated, Bucky pulled out your chair before going to his own, you could feel now was the perfect time to tell Bucky how you felt, and answer his speech to you from the library.

“Bucky,” you said after the waiter took your drinks, “I want to...respond to what you said in the library because I didn’t get a chance,” you placed the menu down.

He immediately got nervous, his posture was fixed and his eyes were on you. “Go ahead,” he tried to sound cool.

“I really like you too,” you smiled as he slumped back in his chair with a dramatic sigh, “and I would love to try out dating, I think we can count this one as the first?” your voice got higher as you asked.

He shot forward and took your hands into his, “really? Yes!” everyone looked over and he quieted down, “I would love for this to be the first date, and we can go as slow as you like as we try this out but thank you,” Bucky sighed into his smile, it was like a breath of fresh air.

“For what?” you asked as you took a sip of your water.

“I don't know,” Bucky shook his head and looked off to the side, “you’re like the only person who really believed in me with school and stuff, of course, coach Fury wants me to get better grades but it’s only to make him less stressed about volleyball. You’re the only one in my corner for the academic department and I really appreciate that.”

“Where is all this sap coming from, libero?” you giggled.

“I’m just finally ready to tell you, I guess,” Bucky muttered and straightened his back as the food was served.

You both slowly worked your way through the meals, by the end Bucky had his hand over yours. You had insisted on paying because he bought coffee and donuts but right as you were about to insert your card his tapped the machine and it rang through, making the bill covered on his part. The rest of the afternoon was spent walking around the city, your knuckles would brush against him every so often and at one point you just took hold of his hand and laced your fingers with his. The blush that man got was something you wanted to see for the rest of your life. When it began to drizzle you found your way back to his motorcycle and you were a little more comfortable with it this time, he didn’t speed down the streets but he did place one hand on your locked hands that sat comfortably on his abdomen during a red light.

He pulled in front of his apartment and helped you off the bike again, you both walked to his steps and stood under a little cover as the rain fell. “Well,” Bucky started, “I can’t let you walk home in the rain.”

“I was about to say,” you leaned closer into him, “I kinda don’t want to say goodbye today.” Your eyes flickered between his eyes and his lips, trying to drop a hint. It seemed he was very happy with looking at you but all you wanted was to feel those puffy lips against yours. “Bucky,” you whispered and placed your palm flat on his chest, “can you kiss me,” you leaned in, “please?” you added.

One hand cupped your cheek while the other went between your jacket and sweater to push the small of your back. It seemed he didn’t think twice as his eyes shut when he leaned in, you were almost expecting him to think for a moment. The hand that was flat against his strong chest pushed up and went around his neck to play with the shorter hair down his scalp, the bristles ticked your hand as you rubbed with the kisses. There was a quick one, then a long one, then one where he bit your bottom lip, then another long one. Both hands had secured you into pressing flat against this chest, you let yourself fall into him as the fire grew between you. Four years, forty-eight months, two hundred and eight weeks, one thousand-four hundred-and sixty days you both waited for this to happen, and Bucky wasn’t wasting a second, neither were you.

He pulled away to catch his breath, “you have no idea how happy I am to be able to kiss you, I hope you know that.”

You giggled at his swollen lips and red face, “I told you I didn’t want today to end,” you leaned in again and the kissing continued.

Until the door opened and Steve, Bucky’s roommate, was standing in the doorway, “this is cute and all but our Ring doorbell,” he pointed to the camera right in front of them, “keeps telling me there’s movement and I’m trying to watch a movie, so please come in and stay awhile and leave our ring alone.”

“Would you like to continue today in my room?” Bucky asked as you took off your jacket. You nodded and quickly followed him up the stairs, when you both were out of sight you were quickly pulled over Bucky’s shoulder, “you gotta be quiet or Steve will get mad,” you tried to quiet your laughing as Bucky ran to his room.

Steve sat back on the couch and paused the movie on the TV, he grabbed his laptop from the counter and pulled the same movie back up but connected his headphones, on his device he switched on the noise-cancelling feature before curling up in the blanket again. “Finally,” Steve whispered. Steve finally could go a day without hearing about ‘the really cute girl who taught Bucky how to read’. Steve pressed play and watched his movie until he froze and pressed pause again. He realized he would start to hear about ‘the really cute girl who’s my girlfriend’ every day from Bucky.

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princehrry-writings · 2 years

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You Bring Me Home

i've been working on this for a while now, and i don't know if i'm happy with the ending which means there might be more parts but we'll see!!

warnings: canon typical violence, mentions of abuse, tw panic attack, fluff fluff fluff, swearing maybe, let me know if there is anything else i missed!!

wordcount: 2716

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Y/n, Bucky, and Steve are soulmates.

Bucky had escaped from HYDRA and been found by Steve and the other Avengers before you. As the Winter Soldier, he didn’t really understand the concept of soulmates, but he always recognized the fact that there was some sort of connection between the two of you.

He knew you were important to him, he just didn’t know why. No amount of brainwashing could hide your connection to each other. You were hardly ever conscious long enough to realize he was around though, due to the experiments HYDRA performed on you.

When all of HYDRA’s files were uploaded to the internet, shit hit the fan. You were moved from location to location all the while Bucky was hunting you down alongside Steve. They stopped at nothing to find you. Every lead was followed, but location after location-- they found nothing but dust and the faint remnants of your smell. Something Bucky would never forget no matter how many times they put him in that chair.

“She’s been here Stevie. I can still smell her.”

His heart broke a little more every time they came up empty handed. Steve’s as well. Watching one of his soulmates work so hard and get nothing out of it was hard for him. All he wanted was to find you, not only for Bucky’s sake but yours too. He knew whatever they were doing to you wasn’t good. He just wondered what it was that made you special to HYDRA that they keep moving you around.

They received a lead that took them to the Brooks Mountain Range in Alaska. The boys suited up, leading onto the quinjet to take them to The Last Frontier, ready to fight like hell to get their girl. They both understood that you most likely weren’t going to be in good shape when they found you, so Bruce had come along as well as Sam and Nat.

When the jet landed, it was snowing hard, but RedWing had detected heat signals coming from a bunker somewhere inside the mountain it seemed like, so they looked for other infrared/heat signals and found what looked to be an entrance. Identifying an entrance and exit and then figuring out where Y/n was most likely being held, Cap and Bucky come up with the plan.

Landing in a place no one would see them, they unload and get to work. Bucky almost feels a weight lift off his chest. They’re so close…

. *

Inside the hidden bunker, the hallways are mostly dark with lights along the walls. The team is on high alert, ready for any incoming agents. Eventually they make it all the way inside with no incidents. This place isn’t very heavily guarded which worries Bucky that maybe Y/n isn’t here.

Steve motions for Nat to follow him and Sam to follow Bucky, Bruce was holding down the ship, ready to take off and care for any injuries Y/n might have.

The halls are quiet until a HYDRA agent walks out and spots them, yelling for back up before he can be taken out.

“We’ve been found, heads up Buck.” Steve says through the comms.

“Us too,”Bucky grunts, letting Steve know he’s in the middle of a fight.

Getting past the guard that had found them they pushed on, finding what looked like cells. RedWing showed Sam that all targets have been neutralized.

Bucky isn’t the only one that finds it weird that this place isn’t very heavily guarded. Moving into the cell block, he finds the cells empty, until he gets to the very end of the hall.

There she is, chained to a metal bed with a thin mattress with a blindfold over her eyes. His heart stops, seeing her shaking from either fear or the cold, probably both. Yanking the old rusty metal door open, he approaches slowly, seeing her wince at the sound of someone approaching.

“Y/n? Doll, it’s Bucky. Do you remember me?” He knew asking her was a long shot but you never know.

“Bucky?” She whispers, shaking her head. The name sounds familiar but she doesn’t know why.

“It’s ok, we’re here to get you out. You’re safe now. Can I take this blindfold off of you, baby?” He asked quietly. He felt her nod and slowly slipped the cloth from her head, petting her hair back and trying to keep her calm.

When she finally caught sight of his face, it started clicking. She’d see him every once in a while when she was conscious enough to see straight and always felt a pull to him. It’d been a while since she’d seen his face though, but now she realizes why.

“It’s you…” Y/n whispers.

“It’s me, Doll! I’m here.”

Tears well in her eyes as he snaps the metal cuffs off of her wrists and asks if he can pick her up. Nodding her head, she tries to lift her arms to wrap them around his neck but realizes she’s too weak to really move.

“It’s ok baby, I’ve got you!” He cooes, wrapping them around his neck himself before lifting her up. She lays her head on his shoulder, finally realizing there are other people here with him. Whimpering, she hides her face away from them, scared of anyone that isn’t the man holding her right now.

It isn’t until she hears another voice that she lifts her head.

Seeing a man standing there in a black tactical suit with a red, white, and blue shield, with blue eyes and dirty blonde hair, she thinks she might not be scared of him. For what reason, she doesn’t know. He just seems important.

Y/n goes back to hiding in Bucky’s neck, slowly falling into an empty, dreamless sleep.

. *

“She’s dehydrated and malnourished, which are things I can treat right now but there’s no telling what kind of mental problems she’ll be facing from the years of abuse she’s endured. I’m gonna hook her up on some fluids and keep her sedated until we get back to the compound.” Bruce explains to the boys, Bucky at her bedside and Steve standing off in a corner, brooding.

“Should we take her to Wakanda? Was she in the Winter Soldier program too?” Steve asks, stepping up beside the unconscious girl and running his fingers through her ratted hair, doing his best to lighty work out the tangles.

“No, I’m the only one still alive. I don’t know what kind of experiments they were doing on her.”

“Exactly, we don’t know what kind of experiments they were doing on her. So why don’t we call T’Challa and let him know we’re stopping by? This will be safer for everyone in the end.”

Although Bucky knew Steve was right, he couldn’t help but feel like they were just subjecting her to more testing. Things that would stir up trauma.

“Call him. See if he’s ok with us coming.”

. *

“Captain Rogers and Sergeant Barnes, we are very happy to have you here!” King T’Challa greeted them as they left the plane, giving the two men hugs and taking note of the girl being wheeled off the jet on a stretcher, hooked up to a machine that tracked her heartbeat and another one that provided fluids to keep her hydrated. She was sedated for her own comfort and safety, as no one knew what kind of powers or abilities she might have.

“Thank you so much for having us T’Challa! We knew this would be the safest place to get our girl back in good shape.” Steve nodded curtly after stepping away from the hug.

“Shuri will take her straight to the lab and begin acecc her physical state, and once we determine her abilities, if any, we will lighten her sedation and acecc her mental state and begin therapy, just as we did with you, Sergeant Barnes.” The King explained and the two men nodded, following after them as their soulmate was wheeled into the castle, towards Shuri’s lab.

. *

After about a week and a half of running different tests to see what kind of abilities Y/n might have, they came to the conclusion that she could communicate with animals. It was odd how they tested it seeing she was sedated, but her unconscious mind was still able to communicate. After that, they woke her up and have been observing her mental state carefully.

She was still having trouble understanding that the people around her were not going to harm her in any way. She wasn’t used to having this much control over herself.

They all quickly learned that Y/n was most comfortable with Bucky and was much more willing to cooperate when she was attached to him somehow. Her favorite way of being close to him was to be sitting in his lap, but she knew that wasn’t always possible. She would settle for anything at this point, because Bucky was the only thing that made her feel truly safe.

She didn’t really understand that either. Didn’t understand why their connection was so strong.

She kind of likes this place. It’s warm, the food is yummy, and Bucky never really leaves her side. She’s also warming up to Steve, which is nice. She likes making him happy, likes seeing his smile when she does things. Like when she sits next to him on the couch during movie nights, or when she brings him tea when she makes herself some.

She also likes the people who are treating her. She didn’t think she would and it took a while for her to warm up to them but once she started realizing they weren’t trying to experiment on her, she relaxed a little bit and let her guard down just the smallest bit. But they knew it was tremendous progress.

“Y/n, can I examine this area?” One doctor asked, keeping her hands where Y/n could see them. She really wasn’t feeling good this day and didn’t really want to be messed with so she shook her head no without thinking. Immediately, she tensed up, tears springing to her eyes and she flinched away from the doctor, afraid she was going to be punished. When the doctor didn’t do anything, she got even more scared, thinking she really fucked up.

“Ok, that’s alright darling. We can wait and do it another time.” She assured the trembling girl. When the doctor saw how terrified she was, her heart cracked a little.

“Do you want me to call in Steve or Bucky? Would that help you calm down a little?” Y/n frantically nodded, feeling like the walls were closing in around her, as if she was suffocating. She claws at her chest like she's trying to open up more room for air, her body feeling as if it’s attacking itself by not absorbing any oxygen. The boys rushed into the room as soon as they got the call, barreling towards their mate with urgency.

These men had seen war, horrible atrocities that a normal human mind wouldn’t even be able to comprehend, and the fear they felt when they heard their girl crying tops any other fear they;d ever felt.

“Babydoll, what’s wrong? What happened?” Bucky cooed, petting her hair out of her face and placing her hands on his chest so she could feel him breathing and try to mimic it herself.

“It seems she’s having a trauma response, Sergeant Barnes.” The doctor informed him, “I asked if I could examine her and when she said no, she worried I would punish her which triggered a panic attack. But I never at any point threatened harm, it was just her brain’s natural response to the situation. This indicates it has probably happened before.” The doctor explained and the boys nodded, thanking her. She left the room to give them some privacy while they tried to calm her down.

“Ca-can’t breathe!” She cried, tears slipping down her face, chest heaving, desperately trying to suck in oxygen.

“Baby, look at me! It’s ok. You’re ok, you’re safe. Breathe with me baby. In and out, just like that.” Bucky was on top of it, assuring her that she was safe and that nothing was going to hurt her. Steve stood ready with a cup of water and big cuddles when she was calmed enough.

When the heaving turned to hiccups, turned to semi-even breaths, that’s when he stepped in. Guiding the cup to her mouth, she took small sips, and clutched onto Steve’s forearm like she was afraid he’d take it away. He pet her hair back just like Bucky had been doing, elated to see how she nuzzled into his hand, seeking that comfort and warmth.

“M’sorry.” she whispered, tears still silently racing down her cheeks. Simultaneously, the boys shushed her, wiping the tears from her face and cooing comforting words to reassure her.

She nuzzled her face into Steve’s chest, completely forgetting her slight aversion to him. He felt like his heart was going to beat right out of his ribcage. He wrapped her up in his arms, swaying her back and forth to further calm her down, and he felt her breathing even out a little more.

“Want some more water, baby?” His voice was soft, his hand coming to stroke her hair again. She preened under the attention, nodding her head slightly and he looked at Bucky, who refilled the cup at her request. She lifts her head from Steve’s chest to sip at the cup, much slower this time, but she still clutches at Bucky’s arm, like she did with Steve, as if she thought he’d take it away from her.

She pulls away, yawning and laying her head back on Steve’s chest, closing her eyes.

“You sleepy, babygirl?” Bucky asks, his hand rubbing up and down her back. She nodded, holding onto Steve tighter. He chuckles, folding her arms around his neck and lifting her up.

“C’mon lovebug, let’s go take a nap.”

. *

“So you’re both my soulmates?” The three had woken from their nap and were now lounging in bed, Y/n body squished between two super soldiers, but she felt at peace.

“Yeah, it’s not too common but it does happen. Although our case is particularly special since we’re from completely different time periods.” Steve explained. His heart preened at the fact that she had curled around him, her arms clutched around him while her head rested against his chest, Bucky curled up behind her with his face in her neck.

She felt so safe, more than she could ever remember.

“Do you know how long they had me for? Or anything about my life before them? Because I don’t remember anything…” She asked quietly, as if she didn’t really want to know the answer. Steve looked at Bucky, silently asking if they should tell her what they knew or save it for another time. Bucky gave him a slight nod, letting his lover know that now was as good a time as any.

“There isn’t any record of you before HYDRA, so we don’t know anything about where you’re from or who your family is, but it looks like they had you for about 13 years…” Steve explained, and Y/n nodded.

She knew somewhere deep inside her that there wasn’t any family to look for anyway. HYDRA wouldn’t leave anyone behind to ask questions.

“At least I get a new start…” She whispers, willing the tears away.

There was some hope that maybe Wanda could dig for some memories, but it might be better to leave well enough alone.

“Everything is gonna be ok, Doll. We’re not gonna let you go through anything alone ever again!” Bucky assured, nuzzling into her from behind. She felt his hot breath on her skin, shivers racing down her spine.

A sense of calm washed over her, despite everything she’s been through the last few months, even just the past few weeks. From being moved every few days to avoid being found, to being rescued by her two soulmates and seeing how quickly their bond formed, at times it felt as if her head was spinning in endless circles, but here in this moment she feels still, grounded.

She feels at home.

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buckyalpine · 7 months

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The wait way universe. The one where they get married.

Ohh god it is perfect.

Please say you will write more of this?

I am begging you.

Need more of the baby.

And all the group together having fun family nights.

Another baby maybe? ;)

Aunts and uncles fighting to hold the baby.

Bucky and the reader being told the baby moved the hammer and thor really presenting him with a mini hammer?

Also I love love love love love uncle Tony’s nickname for the baby. Mini terminator love it.

Happy squealing baby is so cute.

I just love it. So much.

I will beg for more. I will. I love it. I love your writing. I love how you write the characters.

Oh god I would kill to see protective avengers. Maybe someone takes the reader and the baby, oh and even more so the reader is pregnant. :0 dun dun dun…. Protective angry Bucky, Steve, Tony,Sam ,Nat, Wanda, Bruce etc

OKAY YES. I'm here for PROTECTIVE AVENGERS OVER ALL THE BABY BUCKIES AND HIS ANGEL. You can read this piece as a stand alone. I added the links for other parts if you want to read it but you don't have to. We're all here for what happens when you mess with Bucky's family.

Wait, what?

Wait, what? 2

I do (again) Wait, what? 3

Wait, what? More Babies?

Competitive God Fathers

You smiled to yourself, carefully adding the last piece of tape to Bucky's gift, tying a perfect bow around the wrapped box before hiding it in the closet. Bucky was due to come back soon and while you missed him like crazy, his absence made it easier for you to get his surprise together. Over the last few weeks, you'd felt more tired than usual along with feeling tender and crampy. One trip to the pharmacy, a pregnancy test and a positive result later, you'd bought a custom onesie with Baby Barnes Jr #4 printed on the front.

You hoped Bucky would enjoy the surprise you were growing in your belly, especially considering how often he kept insisting he wanted just one more, adding to your growing family with Steve Jr who had just turned 5 and your 3 year old twins Samantha and Nathaniel. You hid the present under the bed before going to the playroom to tuck your littles ones into bed, the three of them unusually quiet compared to their usual mischief.

"C'mon munchkins" You smiled at the sight before you with Stevie sprawled on a large bean bag, his brother and sister on tucked on either side, their big brother reading to them while they intently looked at the pictures. "Bed time for you babies"

"Will daddy be home soon?" Samantha asked with a pout, a complete daddy's girl just like you, tucking her face into your neck as you scooped her up along with Nathaniel while Steve followed promptly behind.

"Of course bub, he'll be here first thing in the morning" You assured her, kissing her forehead before tucking her into bed followed by the other little one. "Good night loves" You turned off the lights before going back to your room where you knew Stevie was waiting with his favorite book, ready for a bedtime story. It was a special bonding time you always made sure to have with him, not wanting you first baby boy to feel like he was no longer one of your favorites after the twins were born.

"What did you pick tonight baby" You got under the covers, fluffing the pillows and propping them up while Stevie snuggled up beside you, plopping a book about science onto your lap. You chuckled at the nerdy side he'd gotten from his dad, reading through scientific discoveries that were made in the last century and theories that were still being tested. He listened with wide eyes until they grew heavy, eventually falling asleep on your lap, not having the slightest clue you'd carried him to bed and tucked him in with a kiss to his cheek. "Sleep tight my sweet boy"

You slipped back under the covers, grabbing a book for yourself while occasionally running your hands over your belly, soaking in the quiet night before the team arrived after their latest mission.

It wasn't often that the compound was empty; few missions required all hands on deck but this was one of them. You'd received a message from FRIDAY informing you the jet would be landing in a few hours and that no medical assistance would be required because no one had sustained major injures. It was the sole reason you were able to relax so easily, happy waiting for your husbands arrival so you could tell him the good news.

You settled comfortably under the covers until a faint sound from the common room pulled you from your book again. FRIDAY would have alerted you if the jet was approaching and you would've definitely heard the sound of the engine approaching anyway.

But was still eerily quiet.

Then you heard something again.

You were sure it was nothing but you pressed the button under the bedside table that locked and secured the rooms of the little ones just to be safe. Tony had added additional security for their rooms in case of emergencies, with 4 different operating systems working at once. Absolutely nothing would happen to his godchildren under his roof.

It was probably nothing.

Still.

You grabbed the knife you kept hidden behind the headboard, tucking in under the waistband of you sleep shorts before making your way down, reprimanding yourself for being paranoid over what was probably just sounds of the plumbing and vents creaking in the middle of the night.

The halls were clear, easing some of your nerves as you continued to the common room where you heard the sound. The hairs on your neck stood up when you saw the glow of the kitchen light turned on, grabbing your knife, only to find one of the new agents sitting at the kitchen island, sipping on a coffee.

"Annabeth?" Your brows were knitted together, discreetly slipping the knife away, wondering how she'd gotten into the main floor of the compound when it was restricted to others after a certain time.

"Hey y/n" She gave you a sleepy smile while you watched her warily, "Couldn't sleep. Hope you don't mind, just wanted to grab a mug before heading back to trainee wing"

"Yeah, its fine" You spoke slowly, something still not sitting right with you though you didn't show it.

"How come you're still up, waiting for Sergeant Barnes?" There was something sinister in the sweetness of her voice, cocking her head while you hummed in response, stomach churning. "You're both so cute together you know. It's nice to see how his life has come together after all he's been through as the asset"

"Excuse me?" Your eyes grew wide, heart hammering against your chest, it was rare for anyone to refer to Bucky as the asset. Most referred to him as the winter soldier, even soldat, only those deep in Hdyra had called him-

"We want our asset back" She whispered, cracking a smirk and nodding to someone behind you. Before you could turn around, a large form grasped your body, slamming a hand over your mouth muffling your screams. You didn't have any time to react, feeling a pinch to your neck and slipping into darkness immediately after.

Bucky stretched with a sleepy yawn as the jet began its descent, already waiting at the doors and ready to hop out and see his wife and babies. He smiled at the thought of them all safely tucked into bed, sleeping soundly while you probably tried to stay up with a book. He always found you dozed off, book loosely falling from your hand, still propped up against the bed every time you waited for him. Didn't matter not how many times he told you to just go to bed. You always stayed up till you saw he was safe and sound.

Sam helped Bucky put away his equipment so he could get to you faster, everyone smiling watching the soldier dash off, running to his family.

"It's nice to see him like this" Nat nodded, trudging with the rest as they entered the compound, nothing amiss while they went to the conference room.

"He deserves it" Steve smiled, happy his best friend finally had what he'd always dreamt of. A wife. Kids. A safe home for them.

Bucky made his way over to see his little ones first, stopping in front of the heavily decorated door, covered with Captain America and Iron Man posters, courtesy of the two Godfathers competing for #1. Bucky smiled, turning the knob, only to find it locked shut, which was odd considering the only way to lock the door was if the security system had been activated.

He shook his head, frowning as he made his way to your shared bedroom instead, figuring it was a glitch or mistake. He got a sinking feeling in his stomach seeing the door open ajar, with the lamp turned on, your book set aside but you were nowhere to be seen.

"Baby?" Bucky called out, struggling to keep his panic at bay when the bathroom was empty, as was the closet. "Sweetheart?"

He called down the hall way a little louder before jogging to the kitchen but there had been no sign of you there when he'd entered. He started to move quicker, running back to disable to security system, breathing a sigh of relief to find all three little ones still sleeping soundly. He softly shut the door before immediately going to the conference room.

"Y/n, has anyone seen her?" He hoped to see you sitting with the others but he was filled with dread when the others shook their head in confusion. "She's-she's not in her room. I've checked everywhere, the security system was activated for the kids' room, she wouldn't leave the compound around this hour, somethings wrong"

No one asked questions, immediately jumping into action; Tony starts to comb through security from the time they left while Nat double checks every floor and room, just to be safe. Steve and Sam help Bucky look over your bedroom for any signs of a struggle. He ran his hand along the areas they'd hidden weapons, his stomach dropping when he felt the empty space behind the headboard.

"She took the knife" Bucky swallowed thickly while Sam and Steve shared concerned glances.

"Look, she's strong Buck, whatever it is, we'll find her" Steve insisted while Bucky continued to look, checking under the bed where he'd kept a pistol, nothing out of the ordinary except-

He frowned, seeing a little gift bag hidden underneath, newly packed with a gold bow placed on top. He picked it up, brows knitted together as he pulled away the tissue paper, feeling soft material tucked at the bottom of the bag. He took it out, heart splitting into two at the words written on the little onesie,

"Fuck!" A broken sob pulled Sam and Steve from their search, finding Bucky slumped by the edge of the bed.

"Buck?" they shared concerned glances seeing him holding something small in his hands, clutching it tightly to his chest.

"She's-she's pregnant" Bucky whispered, tears welling in his eyes holding the tiny jumpsuit in his hands, his heart couldn't take it-

"Barnes, we have something!" Tony's voice echoed through the coms, the three men running back to the conference room where Tony had pulled the footage from you in the kitchen. Bucky watched in silence, jaw clenched seeing the new agent use a stolen keycard to sneak into the compound with a Hydra agent, the two of them quietly waiting for you to come down.

He had to keep from smashing the TV, watching the man grab you from behind, injecting you with something before carelessly carrying you off like ragdoll, his heart aching, wishing he'd gotten home sooner. All voices around him drowned out to a faint buzz, the sounds of Tony and Steve giving out commands all muffled as if they were underwater.

"We have the coordinates locked, everyone down down to the jet, remember your positions.

It was like a switch was flipped.

"Cap and I clear the entry ways, Nat, Clint, follow behind, Sam, surveillance from the top. Barnes, you just have to get y/n"

The former young husband and father who sat with tears streaming down his cheeks was replaced with a man who knew no remorse. No guilt. No sense of right or wrong.

"Barnes"

Steve knew of this man well.

"Barnes?"

The one they called the Winter Soldier.

"Baby" Bucky whispered, scooping his sleepy eldest son in his arms before striding over to the twins bed, tucking them in together. "Daddy's gotta go another mission but we'll be back soon, alright?"

Steve could sense something was wrong, the strain in his fathers voice making him worry.

"Again?" He asked while Samantha and Nathaniel stirred slightly, trying to tuck themselves into their daddy's warmth. "Where's mama?" He asked with a tiny whisper having heard the commotion outside of the room, his hearing enhancing more and more each day. Bucky swallowed thickly while Steve stepped into the room to check on his best friend, his heart breaking over the three little ones clinging onto him.

"We're going to get her, promise bub" Buck kissed their heads, grabbing their favorite stuffies to cuddle with.

"Let me see my favorite little soldiers" Steve strode over, giving them a brave smile. "We'll be back before you know it"

"Will mama be okay?" Nathanial whispered, grabbing onto Steve's wrist before he could leave, tears streaming down his little chubby cheek.

"Of course" Steve reassured him, kissing his forehead and tucking him back into bed, "We'll never let anything happen to your mama"

That was a promise.

"Oh fuck" Clint snorted to himself watching the black mask that had been locked away for good slip over Bucky's face, his usual leather jacket replaced with a thick black tactical vest, straps running across his chest.

"They're fucked, aren't they" Sam whispered to Tony as he put his suit on, the glancing over to the stone cold brunette who sat in silence, finger resting on the trigger. Like he doesn't actually need us"

"We're really just going for moral support, also no one hurts our y/n" Tony whispered back. The teams full focus was getting you back along with keeping your babies safe; Pepper had come to look after the littles ones till you were found safe and sound. While the team was fully ready to take apart anyone that tried to hurt you. It was more that evident Bucky wouldn't have a problem taking hydra apart by himself but they wouldn't let him go alone.

Bucky didn't speak a word as soon as the jet hit the ground hitting his targets from 100's of feet away, each bullet landing right between their eyes.

"...Did you know he could do that?" Sam called from the coms, watching agents drop while he flew across the top of the base. Tony blasted the front of the doors while Steve cleared the hall way, throwing his shield, knocking down three men that guarded the wing.

"Looks like she's down in the cells" Sam called, looking at where the heat signals were coming from. Bucky made his way down the sterile hallway, red lights suddenly flashing above when a woman charged towards him.

"Welcome back soldat" Annabeth sauntered, blocking the doors to where you were being held with a satisfied smirk on her face. "We knew you'd come back. We missed you-

"Oh, I'm gonna have fun with this" Nat smirked, stepping in front of Bucky and grabbing Annabeth by her hair, dragging her off to a corner before throwing a punch to her jaw.

Bucky continued, slamming the lab doors open, his eyes landing onto your tied up form, strapped onto the very same chair he'd been tied to every time he'd been wiped. He didn't give anyone a second to think, killing those closest to him while the others tried to escape.

"You wanted me back, didn't you" Bucky's voice was a low growl as he stepped over the bodies he shot down before running to save you. "Well, I'm back"

The ones that ran off didn't get too far, making it out of the lab, only to be met with a very angry Steve and Tony.

"You don't hurt my fucking bestfriend" Steve gritted, slamming the agent to the floor before grabbing another and throwing him to Tony.

"You are not taking away my turn at being a God father" Sam grabbed another that tried to hide behind the rubble, swooped up to the ceiling, dangling to agent in the air for a while before letting him drop. Bucky was by your side in an instant, cutting off the straps that bound your arms together.

"Baby?" Bucky scooped you up in his arms, cradling your body to his chest, his hand gently brushing your cheek. "You okay sweetheart?"

"Bucky!" You cried out, clinging onto him, trembling while he kissed you before protectively covering your face from the bloody trail he left behind him. "You're here"

"M'taking you home baby, c'mon" Bucky whispered against your hair, carrying you tucked against him with your legs wrapped tightly around his waist, breathing in his scent. "I got you babygirl, it's okay"

"I was so scared" Bucky held onto you tightly on the ride back, he had never felt relief like this, his heart finally calming down. "M'so sorry sweet girl"

"S'not your fault baby" you whispered back, smiling when you felt a kiss to the back of your head.

"Glad you're okay sweetheart" Steve gave you a squeeze before leaving you and Bucky to have your privacy again, staying near the front with the rest of the team, watching over Annabeth, who had been captured for questioning. Once you'd reached the compound, you were greeted with proper hugs and kisses from the others, hearing the pitter patter of little feel seconds later.

"MAMAA" Your babies ran to you, climbing up your leg until they were all properly snuggled against you, refusing to let go until they were sure you were perfectly safe.

"Daddy and your aunts and uncles rescued me, see? I'm all okay" You reassured them while they looked at you intently, checking over you the same way you did whenever they had a fall. Once they were satisfied that you were okay, they let their daddy take you away to get cleaned up while it was Tony's turn to read them a bedtime story even if it was nearing morning.

"Right where you belong" Bucky smiled, wrapping his arm around your waist after you'd both showered, foregoing clothes as you climbed into bed, snuggled over the covers. He spooned you from behind, the feel of his warm bare skin comforting you.

"I love you so much angel" He pressed a soft kiss against your shoulder, eyes brightening when he remembered the little present he'd found earlier. His hand slipped down to softly brush over your tummy. "Both of you" He playfully whispered, smiling at your soft gasp as you wiggled to turn around and face him, growing bashfully shy when he pulled the tiny jumpsuit he'd kept on his pillow.

"Was there something you wanted to tell me mama?"

"Think you're ready for a 4th?" You giggled, burying your face into his chest while he grinned, peppering your face with kisses till you squealed.

"M'ready for a 5th and 6th if you'd let me angel" Bucky smirked, playfully nipping your jaw before shuffling down to rest his head on your tummy, kissing your soft skin while you carded your fingers through his hair. "but I can't wait to meet this little one first"

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georgiapeach30513 · 2 years

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He’ll Figure It Out

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Summary: You meet Kitten Drysdale

Pairings: Kitten Drysdale X Reader

Rating: mild

Warnings: vaugue mentions of domestic abuse, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 900

Desperate Lives AU Masterlist

Bucky & Brooklyn Masterlist

You aimlessly walk all over the house, your body almost vibrating with nerves. You didn’t deserve to be here. Didn’t have any right to live so far from what you knew. You were told the owner was coming by to welcome you, and you want to thank her for her kindness, but then tell her take it back. It was just too much.

When you hear that little knock, and the chatter of young girls, you nervously go to open the door. Joshua peaks around your leg, giving the two of them a shy smile, “Do you mind if I come in?” she asks you holding a travel cake platter and casserole dish.

“Oh yeah. Joshua, why don’t you show...?”

“Aster,” she points to one of the girls, “And Iris,” pointing to the other. They’re quite a bit smaller than your own son, but he grabs at their hand to take to his room. “How have you been finding things?” she walks into the kitchen, setting the cake down on the counter, and putting the casserole in the fridge. “Fran said to put it in the oven at 350 for forty minutes,” she gives you an awkward laugh fiddling with her thumbs when the kids come running back in.

“Mommy, he he wants to open his toys.”

“Do you need help opening them?” Joshua gives a polite no ma’am, and looks at the floor, and you want to recoil in on yourself. “Is everything okay?”

“It’s too much, Mrs. Drysdale. He had some toys.”

“Bucky said that they were just in a small backpack.”

“Mrs. Drysdale it’s too much, thank you though,” leaning forward she gives him a sweet nod.

“Okay. You three go play with those toys then,” she walks back into the kitchen, and you can’t help but take in her appearance. She’s not exuding the utmost wealth, but her and her husband are definitely comfortable. “I don’t want to intrude. Can we have some coffee maybe?”

“Yeah, sure. I’ll cut the cake,” everything seems easy as she makes the coffee. Preferring the pour over method over the easier Kruig. “Why are you being so nice? The house is enough.”

She gives you a sweet laugh, not to make fun or be malicious, but her way of gathering thoughts, “Have you and Bucky talked about me?” you shake your head no. Other than him saying you’d get along. “Bucky, Steve, and several others helped me when I needed it most. Didn’t hesitate to drop everything to do it,” your eyes fall to her ring, and she hides it behind her back.

“We’re not the same.”

“No, I suppose not. But I wasn’t the same person I am today, less than two years ago. My first husband...he was a monster. My girls, Aster is my current husband’s. Iris is my first husband’s twin brother’s that I didn’t know about until after she was born,” you look down at the table, ashamed for assuming things. “I needed to get away from him, and Bucky made that happen. Rallied the troupes to get me out of there. This isn’t charity, it’s not because I feel like I have to do it, it’s a thanks in kind. Me and Ransom, we can do this. We’re close. Our group of friends. We’re all these dogs at the pound that found each other in this weird way. I can never thank them enough for what they did for me, a stranger. Please, let him open those toys.”

“You’re rich?” you ask her, and she shakes her head no.

“My husband and his family. But we have more than enough. He’s a sweet kid. Look at it as a welcome home gift. Steve he’s a good friend to me, but he’s my husband’s first friend. Bucky has always been kind to me and my girls. Let them sit in on sessions, listened to me and Ransom talk about our messed up relationship. Because of him, and Dr. Banner, we’re able to have a good life now. I know that there’s an age gap with our kids,” her hand rubs over her belly and that’s when you notice her bump. “But my girls play easily with kids. Steve’s son James is usually with us, and another boy named Carter. I’d like to meet Sarah, too. I have a feeling they’re going to be my in laws one day,” she gives you a soft giggle, sliding over a mug off coffee.

“I’d like that. I can’t remember the last time I had friends.”

“You gotta start somewhere right?”

With an awkward laugh, you let out the tears, you weren’t aware that you were holding in, “Thanks, seriously. I’ve only ever had Sarah and Steve for so long. Joseph passed away a while back. It’s overwhelming. How close are you and Bucky?”

“Why are you asking?” she takes a sip of her coffee, assuming where you’re going with this line of conversation.

“He’s just spending more time with me...his son than his girlfriend. I didn’t want to cause problems with them.”

“Bucky’s a big boy. And it’s time for him to make some big boy decisions. Those decisions aren’t yours. Remember he’s just as overwhelmed as you are. While for you it’s because you now have all these people in your life. For him, he’s realizing he’s got a son, and that man has always wanted kids. He’ll figure it out.”

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wicked-mind · 3 years

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The King and Queen: Chapter two

Summary: Y/N is the Queen of Guns and James ‘Bucky’ Barnes is the King of New York City. She wants him as a buyer, but Bucky wants her to be his queen. After all, every King needs a Queen.

Word Count: 4.6k

Warnings: +18 only- Minors exit now, AU, Mafia!Bucky, Dark!Bucky, sexual tension, smut- unprotected sex, murder, swearing, mentions of domestic violence and surgery.

Note: This series is about to take a lot of twists and turns (:<

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Chapter two- You’re my Queen

“I want to know everything about Y/N.”

Bucky demanded when he got home from the night at the club. He stood in his office with his close circle. He couldn’t get Y/N off his mind. He wanted her, he needed her. She was intoxicating to him. Y/N was the woman Bucky needed at his side and in his bed.

Tony nodded to Bucky, standing a little further back in the room. He was all about the technology and security when it came to Bucky’s business. He promptly left the room to go dig up everything on Y/N he could.

It didn’t take long for Tony to dig up all the dirt on Y/N and she had quite the history. He came back into Bucky’s office where everybody had cleared out except for Bucky and Steve who were waiting for information. Tony took a seat on the opposite side of Bucky’s desk, placing a large stack of papers on his desk, “That’s everything.” He said.

Steve grabbed the few of papers, scanning through them, “How have we never heard of her before?” He questioned, his eyes flickering to Tony before back to the papers in hand. As he finished reading them, he passed them to Bucky to look over, “Everywhere she goes, death seems to follow. She’s a big player.”

Bucky looked at the papers with a small smile at the pictures that had come up. Some were mug shots of Y/N smiling with a darkness in her eyes that he admired. She had been in and out of juvie in her teen years for arson and illegal firearms and arrested for charges that were eventually dropped. He flicked the pages, seeing her in a white dress with a man standing next to her. The image made him frown and his jaw clench, “She was married?” He questioned through his teeth, tearing the page Steve was reading away from him.

“Yeah, she was married.” Steve said, “Emphasis on the was. She killed him but it wasn’t charged due to it being self defense.” His brow furrowed as he looked at the paper, it was a medical report for Y/N from the night she had killed her husband. The pictures in the medical report showed Y/N beat up and unconscious in an ICU, “His name was Johann Schmidt. He was a big player when it came to guns, shipping out of Germany.”

Tony nodded, “From what I could find, it looks like Schmidt and Y/N had an arranged marriage to create a larger gun business between their families. When Y/N didn’t back off from guns and let him take control, he did that to her.” He said as he gestured his hand to the paper in Steve’s hands.

Bucky stood, reaching over his desk and took the medical reports from Steve’s hand, scanning them over, “Sternal fractures as well as four adjacent rib fractures that coincide with at least two CPR attempts upon arrival of paramedics… Broken orbital bone with superficial lacerations to the face and bruising to the abdomen…” He read out-loud, “Gun shot wound to the chest, bullet grazed left ventricle. Coded on table during surgery to repair the ventricle and remove the bullet. Patient was able to be resuscitated during surgery and is expected to make full recovery…” He paused as he studied the picture of Y/N then placed the medical report down and grabbing the police report from the incident, “Victim states she got in a fight with her husband. He punched and kicked her then held her underwater in the bathtub until she was unconscious. When she awoke, her husband was performing CPR. Victim states he then punched her a few more times before holding her down in the water again. Her spouse again resuscitated her using CPR and argued with her before standing and shooting her in the chest. Victim remembers pulling another gun that was hidden around his ankle and firing it at her husband before calling 911. Paramedics declared Schmidt dead at the scene. Victim denies wanting to talk about the argument which lead to the incident after regaining consciousness at the hospital.” Bucky’s frowned deepened as he read the report alive. If Schmidt wasn’t dead, Bucky would have done everything in his power to find and kill him for Y/N.

Steve had picked up more pieces of paper as he listed to Bucky read the medical and police report, “She’s definitely a fighter.” He said softly, “She had been charged for 23 counts of battery and assault but all charges were dropped within days of the police reports. Oh, and she remarried five years ago, ratted on her husband to the DEA causing him to get 56 years in prison for gun running, and then divorced him the moment he started serving his sentence. He was then killed his second day serving his sentence in prison.” Steve was already holding the paper out to Bucky so it didn’t have to get ripped away again, which it did, “You sure you want to get in bed with this woman? Y/N killed one husband then ratted on the other and got him thrown in jail and probably put the hit out on him. What if she’s playing us?”

Bucky was looking over the paper he had snatched from Steve’s hand, listening as his right hand spoke. He put the paper down and leaned his fists on his desk, a small grin coming across his lips, “Then I’ll just have to be the better player.” He said simply, his eyes darkening, “Y/N will be my Queen. She craves power and I can give her everything.”

The next day, Bucky laid in bed. It was about four in the afternoon and he was getting some much needed sleep after the opening of his club and reading through all of Y/N’s files. He had found himself some platinum blonde woman in the early morning hours who one of his men had brought back and took her to his room. He had fucked her senseless but he wasn’t fulfilled, he was wishing it was Y/N beneath him the whole time. He pictured how she would look, even groaning out Y/N’s name a few times during the act.

Y/N looked up at Bucky’s large mansion as she approached the large double doors. She had been here before with Steve when Bucky was out doing business and knew the layout from snooping around. She knew exactly where to find the King. Y/N was wearing a short navy blue dress with a black leather vest over it and black heels. She was followed by a shorter red head. “Natasha, keep Stevie blue eyes distracted, I have some things to sort out with the King. Everything going good?” Y/N asked looking over at the red head as they walked up the steps to the door.

The red head named Natasha nodded, “Yup, everything is all lined up. Clint and Scott will keep them in the car until you’re ready.” She responded. Natasha was Y/N’s second in command. A skilled assassin that Y/N had met and brought to work for her years ago to help build her empire.

“Good.” Y/N said as she rang the doorbell. The door opened a few moments later with Steve looking at the two. Y/N smiled, stepping forward past him into the home, “Hiya, pretty boy. Meet Natasha.” She said nodding towards the red head who was close behind her.

Natasha smiled at Steve, following Y/N in immediately. As soon as Steve shut the door, Natasha pushed him up against it and rubbed her leg up Steve’s while Y/N slipped away up the stairs.

Y/N walked down the hallways, knowing exactly where she was headed. She opens the room to Bucky’s door, tilting her head as she saw him sleeping naked beneath a thin gold sheet. Then her eyes rested on the blonde next to him. She walks over, grabbing the blonde by the hair until she was out of the bed staring wide eyed at her, “Well aren’t you a pretty thing.” Y/N said to the woman, “Let’s fix that a bit.” She said and slammed the woman head first into the bedside table.

“Oh my god! Who are you?” The blonde whimpered as she covered her now broken nose, blood slipping between her fingers.

Y/N smiled at the woman, “I’m the Queen. Now get out before I ruin the rest of your face.” She demanded, her eyes darkening at the threat. Y/N watched the woman run out of the room, shutting the door behind her before looking to Bucky who was now awake watching her with a grin plastered on his lips.

Bucky had awoken by the loud slam when Y/N had slammed the woman’s face into the bedside table, watching the ordeal unfold with an eyebrow raised and a grin on his lips. Was Y/N jealous of the blonde being in his bed? Bucky ran his eyes up and down Y/N’s figure, noticing a scar peaking out from between her breasts but hidden by the rest her dress. He was licking his lips as his gaze floated down her figure, fixating at the short hem of the dark dress on her thighs. He moved his hands to rest behind his head, waiting until the woman had left the room before speaking to Y/N, “Afternoon, doll. What do I owe the pleasure?”

Y/N smiled down at him, climbing onto the bed and straddling his chest. She slowly ran her fingers along his perfect figure, “Well, you see James, I called Stevie blue eyes earlier and he said he couldn’t be my plaything anymore. King’s orders.” She said down to him. Y/N couldn’t deny the way Bucky made her feel. He sent ripples of warmth up her body, especially seeing him below her as she straddled his chest. And that chest… yum. He was tanned and muscular, chiseled to perfection, “And if you take away my toys, I break yours.”

Bucky’s grin widened as she moved onto his bare chest. He could feel her bare thighs beneath her dress and the lace of her underwear against his skin. Y/N was hot, demanded his attention as only a queen could. He moves his hands from behind his head to rest on her knees, slowly sneaking their way up her dress. Bucky could feel a gun on her upper thigh hidden beneath her dress but allowed his hands to slip past it until they rested on her waist, gripping at the straps of the panties. He licks his lips at the view of her on top of him. The only way this could be better is if Y/N was naked and bouncing on top of him.

Y/N could see the lust growing in Bucky’s eyes which made her smirk down at him, “And my second in command set up a system to alert me when anybody was digging into my life. And it seems that you wanted to know more about me but didn’t bother to ask.” She said softly, leaning down and brushing her lips along his bare shoulder, leaving small kisses on his warm skin.

Bucky clenched his jaw at her kisses on his shoulder. She was teasing him, intoxicating him with ever touch. He could feel himself growing hard beneath the thin sheet, “First, call me Bucky. And second, you didn’t exactly give me a way to contact you, darlin, otherwise I would’ve asked.” He chuckles lustfully. He wanted to rip Y/N’s clothes off and take her right then, but as if she knew his plan, she slipped off his chest still smiling at him as she stood. He frowned a little at her.

Y/N stood at his bedside, running her eyes along his body and tilting her head with a triumphant grin as she noticed the sheet tenting from his hard cock, “Get dressed. I got you a present outside that I think you’ll like. We can get back to this after.” She instructed with a grin, turning and leaving him alone in the room. As much as Y/N wanted Bucky, she loved the way he looked when she teased him. She walked down the stairs, tilting her head as she saw Natasha on Steve’s lap giggling, “C’mon Nat. We gotta unload the car.” She said with a smile and turning towards the front door. Natasha slid off of Steve’s lap, following quickly.

Bucky groaned in frustration. He wanted Y/N. Every cell in his body told him to rip off her clothes and claim her as his. He wanted to hold her down on his bed and show her how powerful he was. He wanted to hear her scream his name as he devoured her. Bucky pulled himself out of bed and quickly puts on some clothes before walking out of his room and down the stairs. He looked overs at Steve, noticing small red lipstick stains on the collar of his shirt, “I thought I told you to stay away from her.” He growled, thinking the stains came from Y/N

Steve held his hands up, “Y/N brought a friend.” He informed, not wanting to be on Bucky’s bad side, “They went outside.” He said as he stood, walking over to the front door and opening it for Bucky.

Bucky’s jealousy faded away as he was informed the lipstick wasn’t from Y/N. He walks out the door that was held open to be met with the sight of Y/N, her redheaded friend, and two large males dressed in all black that he assumed were Y/N’s bodyguards. In front of them were three people with hoods on their heads, hands bound behind their backs, “What’s this, Y/N?” He asks her, a small grin appearing on his lips from curiosity.

Y/N smiled at him, “My present to you. As I told you before, I have been watching you for a while. I know your biggest competition is the organization known as Hydra ran by Baron Zemo.” She said, walking to the hooded figures and pulling the hoods of off them one by one, revealing three of Zemo’s men. One being Zemo’s right hand, “When I took over Rumlow’s business, I found out that you weren’t the only one he was selling his guns too. Did you know he was giving the majority to Zemo? Trying to help him take over your territory?”

Bucky walked closer to the men on their knees, listening to the words Y/N said. He was a little shocked at the information that Rumlow was double crossing him, he hadn’t expected that. He looked down at the faces of the men before returning his eyes to Y/N, smiling a little at her present. She was one step ahead and could take care of herself. He couldn’t help but feel himself be more attracted to Y/N at this power play. She truly was a queen, and here she was, presenting a gift for her king.

Y/N walked around from behind the captive men to stand by Bucky, looking down at them on their knees in front of her. She leans down in front of one of them, a smile on her lips, “I know you know who Mr. Barnes is. But do you know who I am?” She asks.

The man glared up at Bucky for a moment before looking to Y/N, “Are you his whore?” He spat out at her, looking her up and down with a small lick of his lips.

Bucky’s face twisted with anger at the mans words towards Y/N, pulling the man to his feet and landing hard blows with his fist to the man’s face. Bucky’s rings cut through flesh like knives, leaving the man a bloody mess on the ground when he was finished.

Y/N chuckles at Bucky’s anger, licking her lips as she watched him beat the man down. It made goosebumps go up her spine at how he inserted himself into a power position to protect her. It made her want him, but she had business to do first. She walks to the next man in the line, tilting her head. She knew this was Zemo’s right hand man, “Do you know who I am?” She asks him, the sinister smile staying on her lips.

The man also glared at her, staying silent for a moment before speaking, “Hail Hydra.” He said to her before spiting in her face.

Y/N’s smile disappeared as she lifted a hand to wipe the spit from her cheek. She could see from the corner of her eyes Bucky moving towards the man to beat the shit out of him. But she was closer and quicker. She pulls the gun out of the holster from under her dress, firing one bullet between the man’s eyes, “So hard to find good help these days.” She mutters over to Bucky who stood there a little shocked that she had just killed him, but she could see Bucky eyeing her even more know, once again undressing her with his eyes. Y/N licks her lips at him before stepping in front of the last man, resting the barrel of the gun on his forehead, “Okay, sweetness, right answer only. Do you know who I am?” She asks for the third time, her eyes were dark with anger. She was losing her patience with these men.

The third man was younger, he looked at the other two men, one dead and one beaten to a pulp before looking to Y/N, nodding slowly with wide eyes, “I do, I do. You are Y/N. You killed Brock Rumlow..” Y/N smiles and pulls the gun back from his head, placing it back in the holster hidden under her dress, “Oh good, you’ve heard of me. Then you know I’m the one who has taken over Rumlow’s gun business. And from my understanding, he was leaning towards Hydra’s side when it came to the war Zemo and Barnes are having concerning territory.” She said with the smile never leaving her lips, “Now, I will not be selling guns to Zemo. I know he isn't in the country currently so you can tell him that yourself when he gets back. And you can also tell him to shrink back his territory. Mr. Barnes will be expanding his business into the current Hydra territories as he has been trying to do. If there is any backlash, Barnes and I will exterminate you. Am I clear?”

The young man nodded frantically, “Yes, understood. I will tell Zemo, I swear.” He stutters out.

Y/N smiled down at him, “Perfect.” She looks over to Natasha and her two body guards, “Go drop him off and clean up this mess.” She ordered before turning to Bucky with a smile. She walks towards him, placing her hands on his chest and letting them roam up to rest around the back of his neck, “Good present, huh?”

Bucky grins down at her as she snaked her arms around the back of his neck, gripping her waist between his large hands, “Mhm…” He hums out as he lowers his head to her neck, biting softly at her skin. He would be lying if he said the power play she had just made didn’t turn him on. Y/N was powerful and was on his side. Now he just needed to be between her legs, claiming her as his queen. He looks over at Steve, “Help them clean this mess up.” He ordered out harshly, before looking back to Y/N, “I’m going to claim my queen.” He grinned down at her, lust in his eyes. He parts his lips, allowing his tongue to run over his lips again at the sight of her. Bucky couldn’t wait anymore, he needed Y/N. He wanted to slam himself straight into her core. He easily picked Y/N up, throwing her over his shoulder and making his way back into his home. He carried her up the stairs, opening the door to his bedroom with one hand and shutting it behind him with his foot. He puts Y/N down on his bed, climbing on top of her. He grabs at her wrists, pinning them down on the sides of her head, “Enough teasing.” He growled as his lips kissed her collar bone. He releases his grip on her wrists, moving his weight off of her as he started pulling off his pants, “Take it off before I rip it off.” He demanded, eyeing her dress.

Y/N grins up at Bucky as she laid beneath him on his bed. She knew the play with the Hydra pawns would get him going while also showing how committed she was to their business relationship. But Y/N wanted more than just a business relationship, she wanted the king. She wanted power and Bucky was the most powerful man around. Y/N licks her lips at his demand for her to undress. She happily stripped the fabric from her body, leaving her in only her black lace panties and kicked off her heels to the floor. Y/N bit her lip as she watched Bucky take off his shoes, pulling off his pants and shirt off. She lifted her leg to run her foot up the middle of his legs slowly.

Bucky grins crookedly down at Y/N as he saw her bare breasts as well as the long surgical scar between them, knowing it was the mark of a fighter and survivor. Her body was perfection and all his. He quickly removed his boxers, his large, hard, thick cock slapping up against his stomach after it was freed from the fabric. He licks his lips, grabbing at her underwear and ripping it off in one quick tear. He admired her body for a moment more before climbing back on top of Y/N, pressing his face into her neck and nipping at her skin, “You’re mine.” He said lowly, possessively.

Y/N smiled at the sight of his bare body. She knew he could pleasure her in the ways she needed. She wiggles her hips slightly from under his large frame, already dripping wet since she had straddled him earlier. She snakes one hand down to grip his cock, positioning the tip at her wet entrance. Y/N needed him. She runs her other hand up through his hair, gripping the brown locks between her fingers, “Prove it.” She challenged, wrapping her legs up and around his waist.

Bucky grins into the skin of Y/N’s neck at her words, groaning slightly as he could feel her slick coat his tip. He was used to mindless whores just melting beneath him, doing whatever he wanted. But with Y/N, he could feel his power being matched. They were playing with each other, feeling each other out literally and figuratively. He pulls his head back from being nuzzled in her neck, wanting to see the look on her face when he pushed inside of her. With one quick thrust, he pushed himself into her core, groaning at Y/N’s tight walls squeezing around his cock. Bucky watched as Y/N’s face twisted into pleasure, tilting her head back and a beautiful moan rolling from her lips. He pulled himself back out, before slamming his hips once again forward.

Y/N moaned as Bucky thrust in and out of her forcefully, not needing to fake her moans as she did with Steve. He filled her perfectly like they were made for each other. Her legs tightened around Bucky’s waist, wanting him to stay inside of her. He was hitting all the right spots in her body, making warm tingles pulse through her body with every thrust.

Bucky quickened his pace at her moans. God, she was beautiful beneath him. Everything about her was beautiful. The way she tilted her head back in pleasure, the sweet moans that passed her lips, the way she squeezed his waist with her legs. It made him wild. He gripped his hand around her throat, staring down at her face that was twisted with pleasure. He quickened his thrusts, slamming deep into her which made small groans fall from his own lips, “Say I’m your king. Say it!” He growled down at her.

Y/N bit her lip as her body bounced slightly at his thrusts, moaning with each time he slid deeper into her core, hitting her spot. She met his eyes as he spoke, seeing them darken in a possessive fashion. She kept her fingers curled in his hair, pulling slightly at the dark strands, “You’re my king.” She breathes out between moans, her body starting to shake slightly as she was getting close to climax.

Bucky grins at her words, watching Y/N’s body shake beneath him. He leans his face back down to hers, smashing his lips against her and forcing his tongue into her mouth as he kept a quick pace thrusting into her. He bit her bottom lip as he ended the kiss, moving his lips to her ear, “You’re all mine. Anybody else ever touches you, they’re fucking dead.” He growls into her ear, biting down on her earlobe, “You’re my queen.” He moves his hands to grab her legs, forcing them away from his waist and prying them up to rest on his shoulders so he could deeper thrust into Y/N’s core, wanting to fill every inch of her, “Come for me.” He demanded into her ear.

Y/N’s eyes fluttered shut when he repositioned her legs, feeling him deeper inside of her, constantly hitting that sweet spot with each thrust. Her stomach was twisting in pleasure as waves that felt like fire ran over her body, causing her to whimper and moan underneath his large body. He was perfect for her and she knew he could give her the world. She couldn’t hold her orgasm back any longer, releasing herself all over his cock as he thrust in and out of her with a loud moan that echoed through his bedroom.

Bucky moved his kisses and bites down to the nape of her neck, grinning against her skin when he felt her release her juices around him. He pushed himself as deep into her as he could, releasing his load as deep into her as he could. He stayed inside her for a moment, continuing to scrape his teeth across her skin, leaving small bruises along the way. He loved the way her walls clenched around him as she orgasmed. Y/N was the best Bucky had ever had and was all he would ever need. He pulled out of her and stepped back, admiring her body again. Or should he say his body. He had claimed her, and she was his now. Bucky grabbed his shirt off the floor, cleaning both of them up before throwing it into a hamper in the corner of the room. Bucky ran his eyes over Y/N’s body again as he walked towards her, his eyes lingering along her figure. The way her fingers gripped into his sheets slightly from the pleasure they both just endured, watching him with fulfilled eyes made him smirk. He crawled back on top of her, kissing up her body until he found her lips with his, kissing her deeply as he stroked her hair, “I mean it, Y/N,” He whispers against her lips, “I’ll give you everything, anything. You’re my queen.”

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lovebugspots · 7 months

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welcome to the helicarrier, barnes

this is my own sort of timeline, a mix of the MCU and the concept of Marvels Avengers (the game) so instead of the compound they are in a helicarrier with Tony, Steve, Bruce, Clint, Wanda, Vision, Natasha, Bucky, Sam, ★ ★ ★ ★ ★★ ★ ★ ★ ★★ ★ ★ ★ ★★ ★ ★ ★ ★★ ★ ★ ★ ★★ Y/n Irina Agapov

Other Aliases; Widow 18, Winter Widow, La mujer de la muerte, Reaper.

Age; 29

Sex; Female

Height; 5'4

Past: Y/n Irina Agapov was born in 1987 in Oslo Norway to two Russian parents, who eventually leave her on the streets of Siberia, Russia in 1991. To which the Red room finds her and takes her in. HYDRA and The Red Room selected her to become the first super soldier widow. Her and Natalia Alinovna Romanova became close friends during their rigorous training with both the Red Room and the Winter Soldier. Eventually years pass, and Natasha had found Y/n in Washington DC. ★ ★ ★ ★ ★★ ★ ★ ★ ★★ ★ ★ ★ ★★ ★ ★ ★ ★★ ★ ★ ★ ★★ James Buchanan Barnes

Other Aliases; Sergeant James Barnes, The Winter Soldier, Bucky Barnes

Age; 99

Sex; Male

Height; 6'0

Past; James Buchanan Barnes was born in Brooklyn New York in 1917. He became best friends with Steve Rodgers and all throughout their life they have been close friends, and they both enlisted in the army. Bucky fell off the train during a raid on Arnim Zola's train and sadly was KIA. But HYDRA had found him alive due to the super soldier serum they had given to him when he was kidnapped earlier in the war. They had given him a metal arm and brainwashed him for years. When he was taken out of CRYO he had trained some of the widows at the Red Room. ★ ★ ★ ★ ★★ ★ ★ ★ ★★ ★ ★ ★ ★★ ★ ★ ★ ★★ ★ ★ ★ ★★ plot;

Natasha had found and recruited Y/n while she was in DC for a week on a mission, and reluctantly, she agreed. So, after the mission Natasha in the Quinjet brought Y/n, but she was brought in so Fury can arrest her. The only person who helps Y/n get her name cleared, is Bucky. A man of her past whom she will always love. ★ ★ ★ ★ ★★ ★ ★ ★ ★★ ★ ★ ★ ★★ ★ ★ ★ ★★ ★ ★ ★ ★★ songs will be listed instead of a playlist :) ★ ★ ★ ★ ★★ ★ ★ ★ ★★ ★ ★ ★ ★★ ★ ★ ★ ★★ ★ ★ ★ ★★

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Sailing Trips

For @buckybarnesbingo Words: 1026 Square Filled: Pirate AU Pairing: Reader x Bucky Barnes Summary: Reader is a Pirate Captain who’s sailed into port looking to chat with a former mate turned legitimate, Bucky Barnes about a profitable proposition.

The salty air left a tingle in your nose. Almost enough to make it itchy. Your hair was pulled back from your face with a strand of leather. A sentimental scrap you held onto from a former lover several years back. With a cutlass strapped to one side of you and a pistol to the other, you adjusted your hat, nothing would sway you from your mission. You stared down the tavern for only a moment more before steadying your shaky breath and swaying inside.

“Well, if it isn’t my favorite customer!” The man behind the counter’s name was James Barnes. But he was never called by his first or last name. The residences on the island, and the sailors from far and wide who visited, knew him only as Buck or Bucky. Some said it was just a nickname and nothing more. Others claimed it was a reference to his former career as a buccaneer. You wondered how many of the tavern’s other patron had gotten its proprietor drunk enough to learn it was simple a derivative of his middle name.

“Bucky.” You nodded curtly but couldn’t stop yourself from smiling. His warm eyes looked you over.

“The seven seas never looked as good on anyone else.” He appraised. He turned his back to you reaching for a bottle of familiar brown liquid. He poured you a mug of your usual and slapped in on the bar top as you approached. “On the house.” He nodded.

“You might take that back, when you find out why I’m here.” You said, snatching the tankard before he could change his mind. “I need your help with something.” You told him, leaning in close. You propped your elbow on the bar top, trying to appear casual to any onlookers. Lucky most of the bar’s patrons were focused on their grog and the warmest body they could get their hands on.

“I can float you some gold if your current business is not as lucrative as you’d expected. I know your good for it.” He shrugged. He began wiping down cups behind the counter. He needed to have something to do with his hands.

“My business is doing just fine.” You snapped harsher than you intended. You put your mug down choosing your next words carefully. “Actually, the business is why I’m here.” Bucky stopped wiping the glass in his hands. He eyed you, daring you to continue. “You remember Isla Rojas?”

“I’m not saying that I do.” He answered back just as cautiously. “But if I were trying to remember, would that be the island that was dripping with rubies?”

“It may be.” You nodded. “If one were trying to remember of course.”

“[Y/N], I can’t help you with that.” His tone very serious. “I’ve given up that part of my life.”

“I know, I know.” You nodded. “But it would just be one, small sailing trip.”

“It’s never a small sailing trip with you.” He disagreed. “The last small sailing ship I went on with you nearly got us both killed.”

“Almost every sailing trip we go on nearly gets us killed.” You smirked, trying to lighten his gloomy mood.

“Exactly my point!” He quipped out.

“I wouldn’t ask you if I didn’t need you, Buck!” You pleaded with him.

“You’ve been to that island a dozen times, [Y/N].” He sighed. He raked a hand through his hair in frustration. “You’d only need my help if you’ve lost the map I left you.”

“For your information, I’ve not lost the map!” You argued. “It was stolen.” You added quietly.

“Stolen!” He hissed loud enough for a nearby table of drunkards to hear. He glared at them until they turned back to their drinks. “How the hell did it get stolen?”

“Well, it turns out if someone’s name is Honest John it’s an indication that he might actually be the opposite.” You sighed. “Don’t look at me like that. “You know if I had any other options I wouldn’t be here.”

“Right, good ol’ Buck only ever good when you’re in a pinch.” He mumbled.

“That’s not true.” You disagreed. Bucky closed his eyes. He took a deep breath and opened his eyes.

“Alright, I’ll do it.” He agreed. “On one condition.”

“Name your price! I’ll do anything.” You vowed.

“If I do this for you, we go to Isla Rojas, I’ll help you pile as much treasure on your ship, hell a fleet of ships if you can get them. But then I want this to be our last sailing trip. You take as much treasure as you can carry and then you come home to me. We’ll do the whole proper wedding thing.”

“James I…” You said his name quietly. He never allowed anyone but you to call him James and you rarely did it in public where you may be overheard. You’d always kept your romance a secret. First it was just to keep off the questions from your prying crew. Then when He’d put the life of piracy behind him, it wouldn’t have sat well to have the islands most popular pub tied to a pirating operation.

“That’s the offer.” He told you firmly. “Take it our leave it.”

There’d be no talking him out of it. His mind was made up, that much you could tell. Even in the pub’s dim candle lighting. You’d told him any price and he’d set it. He knew you wouldn’t object to him; it wasn’t the idea of being married that bothered you so much. You’d told him this hundreds of times. You both knew what trouble you about the offer was what came afterwards.

How would giving up piracy effect you? You’d always lived by the sails and the seas. You’d so often imagined yourself dying that way too. Fading away in a simple island life had never been part of your plan. You love the freedom and the adventure too much.

“I’d be a terrible housewife.” You told him sadly.

“I’m not asking you to be a housewife.” He promised. “I’m not even asking you to be a good wife. Just to be my wife.”

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