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sebstan2020 · 2 years

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The President’s Daughter

Part 2

Pairings: Dom!Bucky x Reader

Warnings: BDSM, SMUT, NFSW, Dom/Sub, Non-con elements, Mature Themes, Bondage, Boot Fucking, Humiliation, Name Calling, Master/Slave, Praise Kink, Control Orgasms, Orgasm Delay, Begging, Masturbation

Summary: Reader is the president’s daughter and currently Hydra are trying to take over the country. When the reader comes home from work, she finds a certain Hydra Soldier in her bedroom and now she must do as he says

You tapped your leg nervously, bouncing it up and down. You checked on the road again, having only just looked about three seconds ago and saw the traffic had barely moved. Dammit, why did there have to be a traffic jam today. You should have been home twenty minutes ago and every minute passing, you grew more nervous.

Ever since yesterday, your mind had been non-stop thinking about the winter soldier. You couldn’t believe yourself, allowing him to do that to you. Any sane person would have yelled for help but to be honest, he was the most dangerous assassin. His threats about hurting everyone in the white house and your family were deadly serious and you couldn’t allow that to happen. And now you were his pawn, his plaything almost.

Never had you been made to feel like you did yesterday. The pleasure he was giving you, the teasing, the touching. It was all so new and exciting and scary at the same time. You were embarrassed to admit that you liked it. not that part of him threatening to hurt your family, but the pleasure he gave you. But now you were in deeper than you had expected. His demands for information on your father’s strategies to end hydra were also serious and he was expecting the information today. In fact, he was expecting it twenty minutes ago. That’s why you were so tense. You remembered what he said before he left… don’t be late.

You hadn’t even begun to think about how you were going to get the information. It was stored away in your father’s office; the oval and it wasn’t like you could just walk in there and grab the files without the security team noticing. You’d think of something, and you had time to anyway. The traffic didn’t seem to be going anywhere and you huffed in frustration.

You couldn’t believe you were going through with this. But it was clear that if you told your father what happened, Hydra and The Winter Soldier would find out and you didn’t want anyone to get hurt, especially you. It wasn’t that you wanted to betray your father and give Hydra information, but you had no choice.

After another few minutes of not going anywhere, you sighed and leaned forward, tapping Michael on the shoulder.

“Can we not go another way?” you asked.

“The traffic should be clearing soon Miss, it shouldn’t be too long” he assured but you didn’t have time, you were now thirty minutes late.

“I really need to get home Michael so if we could turn around that would be great” you said seriously and Michael turned to look at you, eyebrows furrowed with concern.

“Is everything okay Miss?” he asked, and you sighed.

“Yeah, it’s fine I just need to get home, I have something to do” she urged, and he looked to Bruno beside him who shrugged.

“Alright Miss” Michael switched the indicator on and turned the car around, making a detour. You relaxed in the leather, staring out the window, finally glad to be moving now but the nerves hadn’t gone away yet.

Finally, you reached the white house and you sprinted from the car before Bruno or Michael could even say a word or open the door. You raced inside the house, bouncing up the stairs. Again, you were pretty much home alone, your parents out and brother as well and you checked the hallway for any security. It seemed to be empty for once and you made a dash for the oval.

Katherine, your father’s personal security was on the phone at her desk, typing on her keyboard at the same time and you hid behind the wall, watching and waiting. Ideally you needed to get in the office without her knowing otherwise she’d tell your father. it wasn’t a big deal, it wasn’t like you were banned from ever entering but then there’d be questions of why you were in there, what did you need and right now you didn’t have the time or patience for that.

But luckily for you, Katherine finished her call and stood, walking out with her high heels clicking on the wooden floor and you hid further away so when she passed the wall, she didn’t notice you. Now was your chance. Jogging over the oval door, you slowly opened it, the click of the door handle cracking and the door squeaking open slightly as you peeked inside. Empty. You sighed in relief, wiping a bead of sweat running down your forehead and sneaked inside.

You searched every draw and cabinet for some files on Hydra until you found a manila folder with everything inside. You had a quick peak inside, eyes moving from the folder to the door every single second to check no one was coming and you sighed. This is it, everything on Hydra and what your father was planning to do to take them down.

You felt like a betrayer, a disgrace to your country and family. But if you didn’t do as told people were going to get hurt including you. As soon as The Winter Soldier leaves, you were going to tell your dad everything. He’d understand. you were being forced to do this, under no free will.

You managed to sneak back out of the oval before Katherine arrived back and slipped the folder under your shirt as you made your way to your bedroom, smiling stiffly at a security guard passing you only the way.

Don’t draw attention to yourself

You reached your bedroom door and swiftly entered in, slamming the door a little too hard and you sighed heavily, resting your head against the door.

“You’re late” his voice spoke, and your eyes snapped open, turning around slowly to face him. He was sat in the plush chair in the corner of the room, metal arm resting on the arm rest, gun tangled in his fingers. He was dressed in the same gear as yesterday, his mask already taken off and his face on show. His eyes were slightly narrowed, hard looking and intimidating, his lips pressed in a hard line. He wasn’t happy.

You swallowed the hard lump building in the back of your throat, and you took a little step forward.

“I know… there was traffic and- “he cut you before you could explain any further.

“Did I say you could speak” he caught you off guard and you felt the same tingle in your body from yesterday. Shit, why is that turning me on, being told off. You didn’t answer back, and his lips turned slightly at the corner in pleasure. He stood up slowly, strolling over to you, arm swinging back and forth with his gun.

“Have you got what I want?” he asked, and you nodded, reaching inside your top and pulling the folder out.

You handed it to him, not saying anything out of fear that he’ll reprimand you for speaking. His flesh hand took the folder, and he threw the gun on the bed beside you two, instantly opening the folder and flicking through the sheets, his eyes drawing up to meet yours.

“Good girl” he praised and turned around, slapping the folder on the chair he was just sat on.

Good, he has what he wants, now he can go and leave me alone forever. But it didn’t seem like he was going to. He turned back around, stalking over to you like you were his prey and when he was close to you, you found yourself back up until you hit the door and he towered over you.

“I got what you wanted, I did as you told me, now please leave” you mustered up the courage to stand up for yourself even though your voice was as quiet as a mouse, and you could barely make eye contact with those sexy blue eyes off his. You heard him laugh softly and then you stared up at him, looking from under your lashes.

“Oh, I’m not done just yet, you and I have some more fun to have” he lifted his hand and turned the lock of the door handle, the click sounding louder than it was in the silent room and you swallowed the ball of saliva in the back of your throat. You were feeling hot, and the tingles came flooding back between your legs. Excitement was starting to take over the nerves and you pushed them as far down as you could, but the feelings weren’t going away.

His flesh hand came up and cupped your jaw, turning your head upwards to look him directly in the eye.

“What was it you told me yesterday” he hinted with a teasing tone in his voice, and you knew what he was referring to. Your cheeks flushed red, and you gulped before speaking.

“I’m a slut” you whispered, and he smirked.

“That’s right, you’re a slut and who’s slut are you” he demanded.

“Yours” you whispered.

“That’s right” he whispered, and he leant forward, roughly kissing you, taking control over your mouth. His lips covered yours, teeth grazing your bottom lip possessively and even drawing a little blood from the harsh bite he gave you, like a dog hunting a fox. His lips trailed across your jaw, to your neck and you couldn’t help the moan escaping you as he touched a sweet spot on your neck, your Adam’s apple bobbing as you swallowed.

“You’re all mine, and I’m going to do whatever the fuck I like with you until I am satisfied” he whispered in your ear, and you groaned softly. No, how can this be happening, how can you be enjoying this?

“Now be a good girl and get undressed” he ordered and let you go, his touch making you feel cold and empty as he stepped away and retreated to the chair. Slipping your clothes off, you looked over and your eyes widened in shock as you saw him take some things out of a bag. Some rope, a pair of handcuffs and a leather strap with a rubber ball in the middle. Suddenly the nerves came back, and you watched intently his every move.

He turned back to you, eyes wandering across your now naked body, and he strolled over to you, a smirk creeping on his lips.

“Did I tell you, you have a beautiful body” he said softly, and you shook your head no. Your blushed red at the compliment and he reached up, grabbing your face in his hands, and turning your head to the side. His tongue darted out, licking its way up across your cheek and to your temple, tasting you like an ice cream. You gasped softly, the breath slowly sinking away. there was fire between your legs now, your cum dripping out slowly and sticking to your thighs.

“And I want it on display for me, all perfect and ready for whatever I want to do to it” he whispered, and he suddenly tugged you forwards, catching you off guard and you yelped a little but quickly shut your mouth, hoping to not alert anyone outside. He brought you to the side of the bed and stared down at you, towering over like a statue. He was so big compared to your petite little body which only made him more dominating and intimidating.

“Good girls get the bed; sluts get the floor. If you want this bed, you’re going to have to earn it” he shoved you down on the floor, pushing you until you were lying on your back. Your breathing intensified, sharp small in your mouth. The Winter Soldier grabbed the handcuffs and threw them on your stomach.

“Put those on” he ordered, his tone not harsh but stern. You took the cold metal cuffs, feeling the metal between your fingers before slipping them on. They clicked shut, tight around your wrist and you did the same on the other one, your hands now binded together. The cuffs clinked and rattled, and the feeling of restraint was making you wetter. The Winter Soldier climbed over you, grabbing the rope, and unravelling it, letting it fall to the floor. He crouched down and took one of your ankles and tied it to one of the bed posts and then did the same to the other, pulling your legs open so they were exposing your pussy. As he put it, you were on display for him. You tugged a little at the restraints, the feeling unusual and strange but by God was it making you tingle down there. You watched as The Winter Soldier circled around you, his boots very close to your face and he stepped in between your legs, settling himself down on the bed, the mattress squeaking as he did.

“Look at you, all tied up, nice and pretty for me… and look at this pretty little pussy” he slowly lifted his boot, pressing it to your mound and you gasped, pulling away slightly but you couldn’t go far. The rubber bottom of his boot was harsh against the soft skin of your pussy and as he slowly rubbed it, you hissed in pain. He started to make little circles with the tip of his boot and now the pain was slowly turning to pleasure, tingles and sensations brewing there.

“Ohhh” you moaned, letting your head hit the carpet, your hands resting on your stomach as he pleasured your pussy. Fuck, I can’t believe I’m enjoying this. It’s humiliating but hot at the same time.

“You like that don’t you, you like my boot touching your pussy” he teased, and you nodded.

“Yes” you whispered, eyes closed, and you felt him press harder into your mound, his boot pinching the skin slightly and you flinched.

“From now on you refer to me as Sir” he ordered gently.

“Yes Sir” you breathed, and he grinned, continuing to make small circles on your pussy. Your pussy flexed as an orgasm was starting to brew. Your moans began to get louder, and you hissed as he pressed his boot firmly.

“Quiet, you don’t want for someone to walk in do you” you shook your head and bit the inside of your lip to keep your moans quiet. The door was locked but that didn’t mean the guards couldn’t kick it down. You would die if they burst in here, seeing you tied up on the floor with The Winter Soldier on your bed, using his boot to get you off.

Your orgasm was growing deeper and deeper, and you knew you wouldn’t be able to hold back any longer. After not being able to cum yesterday, your cum had been building up and the pleasure was going to be intense.

“Oh, please Sir” you whispered, pressing yourself further into the floor as your orgasm was beginning to make you shake.

“What, what does this little slut want” he teased.

“I want to cum” you begged, opening your eyes to look up at him, a pleading face and he smirked, pressing his boot further into your mound and moving it a little faster.

“You want to cum, do you think that’s how good girls ask to cum” he titled his head to the side, and you shook your head.

“Well go on then, ask me”.

“Please Sir, please may I cum, I want to cum for you” you pleaded, your hands pressing into your stomach to hold back the orgasm that was on the brink.

“Keep going” he said.

“I want to cum so badly, I’ll do anything for you Sir” you’d really do anything for him to let you cum right now.

“That’s right, you’ll do anything for me because your mine”.

“Yes, I’m yours”.

“What are you?” he teased.

“I’m a slut… I’m your slut” you whispered, and he smirked. He could see you were about to explode, your mouth dropping open in a silent moan.

“You can cum” as he said the words, you let yourself go, cumming over his boot, juices spilling out and trickling down your pussy. You moaned hard, pressing yourself in the carpet but bit your bottom lip hard so to keep quiet. He didn’t stop moving his boot on your pussy as you climaxed and it was becoming painful, the pleasure becoming too much. You flinched as if to get away, but you had nowhere to go. You were tied and open for him. if he wanted you to have another orgasm, he’d get that from you.

“Oh, please Sir, please it’s too much” you begged, and he smirked. He slowed down the movement and pressed his boot firmly into your mound.

“What do you say?” he ordered, and you finally caught your breath to be able to think and speak properly. Your body was covered in sweat, hair messy and face flushed bright pink.

“Thank you… Sir” you whispered, and he smiled.

“That’s a good girl, now it my turn” he stood up and slowly unzipped his pants, pulling his member out again. You swallowed the ball of saliva in your mouth, feeling parched. A drop of water would be great right now. The Winter Soldier stepped forwards, so he was towering over you, crouching so he was sat on your stomach, legs on either side.

“Now you’re going to get me nice and hard so I can fuck this sore pussy of yours” his metal hand grabbed your cuffed ones and placed them on his dick, insinuating that you needed to get him hard, and you started to rub up and down. It was a little tricky what with the cuffs, but you soon found a rhythm. His dick was soft in your hands, and you moved them up slowly, pressing firmly to get it up and hard. He leant his head back, groaning to himself, eyes shutting as you pleasured him. He was heavy on top of you and now you defiantly couldn’t move.

“That’s it, get it nice and hard for me” he moaned, and his metal hand came up to cup your jaw, squeezing a little so he had full view of your face.

“Do you know how pretty you look like this, all tied up and messy and all that from my boot fucking your pussy. I haven’t even stuck my dick inside you and you’re begging me to cum” he grinned. The humiliation was making you wet again, something you never thought you’d enjoy but it was turning you on. Everything was, the control he had, the possessiveness, the orders he gave you, the fact he could do whatever he liked, and you obeyed him. You truly were his to do whatever he liked.

“Yes Sir” you whispered, and he smirked. His dick grew harder in your hands, and he was now ready to fuck you.

“Now it’s time to fuck that pussy of mine, remember to be quiet, don’t want to catch their attention outside do we” he slipped down between your legs and pressed the tip of himself inside you. You gasped and flinched upwards, your hands wanting to reach down and stop him, but you couldn’t reach. His metal hand pressed against your chest, guiding himself in.

He slowly began to thrust, pressing himself deep inside until he was balls deep inside you. He quickened his pace, balls slapping against the outside of your pussy. He was stretching you open, and you leaned your head into the carpet, moans falling out like as he began to fuck you. Your pussy was heating up, your second orgasm now in the making.

“Oh, fuck you’re so tight” he moaned, his metal hand gripping your thigh and pressing it down to the floor, so he had full access. The cuffs on your hands rattled as your body jerked on the floor and for a second you wondered if the people downstairs might hear the noises coming from the ceiling. But there wasn’t anything to be done about that.

“Oh god” you moaned to yourself, your voice barely above a whisper and your voice becoming hoarse from the moaning. It was tingling again, and your legs were starting to turn numb, the pleasure building up.

The Winter Soldier reached under your thighs, tugging you down the floor closer and lifted you slightly up from the floor, getting a better position so he could pound you. His body slapped yours as he did, his dick buried deep inside you, and he could feel you clenching around him.

“Oh my god” you groaned, eyes rolling to the back of your head. You felt a cold wet substance on the top of your pussy and looked down to see a line of spit dripping. The spit made his dick slid in better and he looked down at you smirking.

“I can feel you clenching around me, you want another orgasm don’t you” he said, and you nodded.

“Oh yes please Sir” you begged, looking at him with pleading eyes. You needed to come again. You couldn’t bear the thought of being denied another orgasm. You needed to release and spill all that cum out, let your body give into the desire and pleasure you so badly wanted from this assassin.

“You better start begging me because if I cum before you, then you won’t be getting one” he teased, and you whimpered slightly. No, you couldn’t let that happen, you needed to cum.

“Oh, please Sir, please let me cum. I want to cum so bad for you” you made a good start, but your orgasm was distracting you from begging and you stopped for a moment.

“Don’t stop begging me” you felt a harsh slap on your ass which brought you from your clouded mind and continued begging.

“Please Sir, please let me cum, I’ll do anything for you” you hoped that was the trick in letting him give you an orgasm and when you said that the smile curled on his lips.

“Anything for me, that’s because…” he raised his brow, waiting for you to finish.

“Because I’m a slut and I’m your slut” you breathed, and he grinned. He gave a few more thrusts and you gasped as you nearly let yourself go but managed to bring it back and he could see how desperate you were.

“You can cum for me” he groaned, and you let your body go, releasing over his dick. Your orgasm was stronger this time and you convulsed on the floor; hands pressed into your chest as he continued to fuck you through your climax. Sweat covered your body, giving you a glow under the warm lights of your bedroom and you were shaking.

The Winter Soldier groaned as he too was going to reach his own climax and he suddenly pulled out, moving himself up your body. His metal hand grabbed the back of your head and he fisted himself for a few seconds before he released, his cum squirting you in the face.

“Open your mouth” he ordered, and you did, letting his cum fall onto your tongue. He was breathing hard, his body shaking, and he pulled the last few drops out, letting them drip onto your tongue. He took a deep breath, wiping his messy fucked hair out of his eyes and his thumb closed your lips together, allowing you to swallow the salty juice inside your mouth. It was sticky and you licked your lips, falling back into the carpet in exhaustion. Once you finally caught your breath, you looked up at him.

“Thank you, Sir,” you whispered, knowing he was waiting for your gratitude, and he smirked, his metal thumb coming over and wiping the little bit of residue on your lips.

“Good girl” he breathed. He placed himself back inside his pants before standing up. You watched as he stepped over to the chair, reaching into the bag and he pulled out what looked like a small key, most likely to unlock the cuffs. But he didn’t hand it to you yet. He gathered the file on the bed and placed it in the bag, slipping it over his shoulder.

You stared at him in confusion, wondering if he was going to untie. You hoped he wasn’t going to leave you like this.

“I’ll be back tomorrow, remember don’t be late” he said sternly, and you furrowed your brows.

“But I thought that was it, I did what you asked, I got you the information” you said. Surely, he had gotten everything he wanted.

“Yes, you did, but I’m not done with you. I told you, you and I have lots more fun to have” and with that, he dropped the key on your stomach.

“Perhaps I’ll let you have the bed” he smirked and turned to leave, slipping out the window. You took the key from your stomach and sighed, your head hitting the carpet with a thud.

“Wow”.

Part 3

Hey so I hope you liked part 2, I really enjoyed writing this, think I might even keep carrying it on. Let me know what you think by liking, leaving a comment and don’t forget to reblog, thank you so much.

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sebstan2022 · 2 years

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A Slave for You

Chapter 1

Pairings: Mafia Bucky Barnes x Original Female Character

Warnings: Dark Bucky Barnes, Mature, SMUT, Dom/Sub, Slavery, Gun Violence, Adult Themes, Dubcon, Kidnap, Captive, Master/Slave, Punishment, Manipulation, Controlling,

Summary: Leila Johnson had a normal life working as a nurse at the St James Hospital in New York. That was until her brother got involved in some business with one of the most dangerous men, James ‘Bucky’ Barnes. Unable to pay the debt, she was taken as collateral until he could, but his life was soon finished due to an accident. With the debt still unpaid, Leila finds herself working for James until it's cleared but working for the most dangerous man in New York is not as easy as it seems, and she hopes to escape before it's too late.

Have you ever had your whole life thrown in the air and changed completely? Have you ever had to take the fall for something you didn't do and didn't have anything to do with? Have you ever had to submit yourself to cruel behaviour because you were forced to, and it was the only way to survive? Well, I have. In fact, I've been doing so for the past few months now and to be honest, I'm losing track of time. They say don't take anything for granted and I believe in that. No matter how hard you work, no matter how nice you are to people, no matter how good of a person you are, things can always happen. Never did I think my life would be like this. I would wake up every morning hoping it was all a bad dream but now I know this is all for real. It all started a few months ago.

3 months earlier

I sat on the bed; my legs crossed over one another with my book in hand. It's the only thing that passes the time until someone comes to bring me my meals. There's nothing else to do in here and as I read through every book on the old shelf across the room, I wonder how long it will take me to read every single one. I believe it's been just over three months since I woke up in this small room which I now call my home. I haven't seen anything else besides these four blank walls.

Every day I wake up in here, I hope that my brother has paid off more of his debt. The quicker he pays it, the quicker I can get out of here. My life for the past three months has been... difficult. It's not every day you wake up and find yourself locked in a small and cramped room, bars on the window, the door locked and the only things in the room being a bed, a dresser, and a bookshelf along with a bathroom next door. It had all started when my brother ran into some trouble paying off his bills.

I wished he had come to me for help, then I wouldn't be here, and he wouldn't be in this mess. Instead, he decided to seek the help of one of the most dangerous men... James ‘Bucky’Barnes or as other people known him as Bucky. Head of a gang and involved in organised crime, drug trafficking and loan sharking, he was a man not to be messed with, a man who was not to be taken lightly, a man who took control of everything.

My brother had borrowed money from him to help pay off his debts but had the same trouble by not being able to pay him back. So, in order to get the money back, I was taken, kidnapped, and used as collateral until my brother could pay back Bucky. He said that until the debt was fully paid, I would stay here, locked away in this dark little room. I remember begging and pleading to let me go, telling him I could help my brother with the money to pay him back, but he wasn't having it. I was only here to ensure my brother would pay back the debt. James didn't want my money.

I was scared at first, not knowing what was going to happen to me. I thought for sure they would starve me, but I received three meals a day. The food wasn't amazing but kept me alive. I was able to shower when I could and the only thing to entertain myself was the books stacked on the shelf. The walls of the room were a peachy orange with a dark carpet and warm lights drilled into the ceiling cast down on the room. I had learned it was best to do as I was told and wait until my time was up. I certainly didn't want to anger Bucky, not knowing how dangerous he truly could be. I had already found out he was not to be played with and trying to escape was not an option for me.

I flicked over the page of my book, continuing to read away. I was grateful I had something to pass the time and something to take my mind off being held prisoner. The other members of his gang didn't talk to me when they came to give me my meals and I felt isolated and alone, trapped in this room all the time. The bars on the window made it even more of a prison for me. They were already there when I first woke up here and I often wondered if anyone else ever lived in this room, having gone through the same situation as me. I hoped not.

The cold draft of the room sent a chill down my body, and I shivered. Small goosebumps ran up my arms and I hugged the thin jumper around my body to keep the warmth in. I hoped that maybe Bucky would visit, and I could ask for another blanket or something else to keep my warm. The room was freezing at night, and I had trouble sleeping all the time. He had been kind enough to give me one blanket, but it wasn't the warmest and the longer I spend in the cold, the more likely I'll turn sick.

Just as I was about to turn to the next page, the lock of the door clicked open and my head shot up, eyes glued to the door as it creaked open. The squeak of the door rung in my ears and Bucky shuffled inside the room. I instantly became nervous as he walked inside, shutting the door behind him, and watching as he stood beside the bed.

He was dressed in a sharp suit of black, black shirt and smart shoes polished to perfect so the warm lights from the ceiling shined off them. He was a very well-dressed man, and he cared a lot about his appearance. His hair was neatly combed back and his muzzle adorning his jaw line was trimmed perfectly. his cologne was strong, and I could smell it from where he was standing, the scent intoxicating. At first glance, you would think this man was a CEO or something. I'm not surprised though, with all the money he has, the suit probably cost him a couple grand.

I push the book closed and settle it beside me, making a note for myself to remember what part I was up to. It wasn't often Bucky visited me and when he did, it was usually just to check on me and give me an update if my brother had paid any of the debt. I hadn't seen Bucky for a little while now and so I was a little shocked by his visit.

"Hello" he said softly, standing tall, his hands now shoved into the pockets of his perfectly ironed trousers.

"Hello" I said back, quieter, and more of a mumble under my breath. The nerves were growing, my hands becoming sweaty and my stomach turning into a tight knot. I swallowed the lump in the back of my throat and stared up at Bucky, waiting for him to continue. He’s so intimidating and makes me feel smaller than I am.

"How are you?" it was a silly question really. Would you expect anyone to be hunky dory being locked away in a dingy little room waiting for your brother to pay back his debt? But I'd be setting myself up for danger if I answered back with that.

"Okay... has my brother paid some more money?" I asked with hope in my voice and Bucky sighed, shuffling on his feet.

"That's what I came to talk to you about" he said firmly, and I was a little taken back.

"Oh" shuffling on the bed, I swing my legs over the edge of the bed. The chain attached to my ankle rattles and flops to the ground. I've worn it ever since I tried to escape here. I didn't get very far, and James was surely pissed when he found out. Since then, I've been chained to the wall with this long length, still allowing me to use the bathroom and to walk around the room but not able to leave it.

Judging by his demeanour, it didn't sound like good news, but I didn't want to think too since. Bucky grabbed the wooden chair from the corner of the room and placed it in front of me, sitting down and unbuttoning his jacket as he did. He rested his arms on his knees, latching his long fingers together in front. A cold sweat started to take over me as I waited for Bucky to speak. My hands started to shake in my lap, a habit I had now developed since I woke up here.

"This morning, I sent my guys over to collect the next instalment of your brother's debt" he started, and I nodded slowly.

"Okay" I bit the inside of my lip, praying he was going to say something good, but it was highly unlikely. The taste of blood dripped on my tongue, signalling I was biting too hard, and I released my lip.

"When they got there, he wasn't answering the door or his phone. So, they knocked on the neighbour's door" it was getting worse by the minute, and I held my breath, not wanting to breathe until I knew what was happening.

"They said your brother had been in an accident, a car crash" my heart dropped, and I froze with fear. I felt the tears welling up behind my eyes, inching out to escape and fall down my red cheeks and I knew what Bucky was about to say next.

"He didn't make it, the ambulance got there but he was dead on arrival" I looked down into my lap, squeezing my eyes tightly and holding back the tears. I didn't want Bucky to see me cry, I didn't want him to see me vulnerable.

No, no this cannot be happening. He can't be dead. There must be some mistake.

I shook my head in denial, sniffling back to sob, keeping my head down.

"No, no that can't be right" I murmured to myself, but Bucky heard me loud and clear.

"He's dead Leila, he didn't survive the crash" Bucky said, and the tears started to pour down my face, dripping into my lap and soaking the jeans I had on, making a dark wet puddle on my thigh. I felt like my world had just come crashing down even more. I haven't seen him for so long. He had been trying so hard to get the debt repaid and I knew he wasn't going to stop until I was free. But now, there was no chance of that. I would never see him again. I didn't even get to have one last conversation with him. He was gone... forever.

I sniffled back the snot dripping from my nose, using my sleeve to wipe my face and I tried to compose myself.

"Are you sure?" I ask, hoping there was some sort of possibility that would bring back my brother.

"I am, the neighbour said the police spoke to them to update them, if there was a chance, he was alive they would have said" Bucky clarified, and I nodded. He was right. I didn't want him to be right though. I didn't want it to be true. I wanted to just wake up and find out it was all a bad dream and that my brother was alive and working hard to get me out of here.

Which poses the next question. What happens now? The debt is still unpaid but there's no way my brother can pay it back. Does that mean I'm free to go? Can I get my old life back the way it was?

"Wh-what about the debt... does that mean I can go home?" I look up nervously, staring at his bright blue eyes and a smirk crosses his face, tilting his head to the side.

"Well, it's still unpaid. Your brother owed me a lot of money" Bucky sat up straight, his eyes still locked on me, and I furrow my brows a little, wondering where he's going with this.

"However, I am willingly to let you work it off here" he suggested.

Work it off, does he mean I would work for him?

"So, I work for you?" I said slowly and he nodded.

"Exactly, think of yourself as... a maid. You'll do the cooking, cleaning, laundry, all that shit, and I will renounce the debt" he smiled softly, and I looked down at my shaking hands again.

So, I'm going to be his maid now. I guess it beats living in this cell, but I didn't want to have to work off this debt. All I want is to go back to my old life. but I guess that's not an option right now. I have no choice but to accept this now.

"And of course, anything else I ask of you" I looked up at him with confusion written on my face. I wasn't quite sure what he meant by that, but it made me nervous. I nodded shyly and Bucky hummed in delight.

"Well, let's get you started" he reached into his pocket and pulled out a set of keys. To my amazement, he lifted my ankle and unlocked the chain around it, breaking me free from my prison. The weight of the chain instantly vanished as it clanged to the floor and Bucky stood, holding his hand out for me to take. I swallowed hard and slipped my hand into his large one, his palm softer than anything I've ever felt and his long fingers wrapping around my small ones.

He turned around and pulled me out of the room and as we walked out, I took one last look back, watching as that old life disappeared and a new one was waiting for me.

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sergeantbarnessdoll · 2 months

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Quick Smut Drabble please, bestie. 🔥💕

Sergeant Barnes taking me, and fucking me awake in the middle of the night when he comes home. And he’s all vocal and whiny telling me how much he needs me and how much he missed me. And when I wake up, he only speeds up his thrusts taking me to paradise.

Middle Of The Night » Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier

Pairings: Boyfriend!Bucky Barnes x Girlfriend!Reader

Summary: Bucky comes home in the middle of the night and takes what he wants.

Warnings: Smut (18+), language, dirty talk, kissing, little bit of fingering, unprotected sex, Sergeant kink, praise kink, cockwarming, use of pet names

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“Fuck…” Bucky mumbles to himself when he seen your sleeping figure.

The moonlight shined through the window into yours and his bedroom onto you. You were sleeping on your stomach, wearing nothing but one of his shirts and no panties. It’s like you wanted him to come home and see you like this. Bucky couldn’t help but reach his right hand in between your legs, feeling your pussy was already wet. He sunk a finger in your tight entrance, moving it slowly. You squirmed a little, backing yourself against his hand. Bucky smirks to himself. He removed his finger and stripped himself from his clothes. His was cock hard and leaking with precum. He got on the bed, pumping his cock in his right hand. He slid his cock inside of you with ease. His thrusts started off slow, gradual getting faster. His hands grasped your hips to steady himself.

“Fuck, such a good girl. So wet and tight.” He moans, almost whining.

Bucky was obsessed with the way your wet walls felt around his cock. He couldn’t help himself but fuck you a little faster. He looked down to where the two of you are connected and watched as his cock disappeared inside of you each time, his cock covered in your wetness. His lips parted, moans leaving his mouth.

“Shit…” He moans. “I missed you so much.” He whines. “I’ve been thinking about you all day, your tight pussy wrapped around my fat cock.” He says panting.

Your eyes fluttered open. You looked over your shoulder, seeing Bucky fucking into you. Bucky made eye contact with you and began fucking you faster.

“Oh fuck!” You moaned.

Your hands clutched the sheet beneath you. Your jaw dropped, breathy moans and whines left your lips.

“Sergeant…” You moaned.

“Did you miss your Sergeant, doll? I can tell you did.” Bucky says panting.

His metal hand left your hip, finding its way to your clit and began rubbing it in fast circles causing your pussy to clench around his cock, making him moan at the feeling. His cock was hitting your sweet spot every time he thrusted into you.

“Sergeant, I-I’m close! Oh fuck!” You moaned, clutching the sheet tighter.

“Me too, doll. Cum for me. Cum for your Sergeant, babydoll.” He says huskily.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and a loud moan left your lips as you came hard, soaking the sheets beneath you. Moans left Bucky’s lips as he came inside of you, painting your walls. His thrusts came to a stop and he laid on top of you, being careful to not crush you. He turned your head and gave you a much needed kiss.

“I fucking missed you.” He says against your lips.

“I missed you more.” You say breathlessly.

Bucky rolled onto his side, pulling you closer to him and left his cock inside of you.

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-Bucky’s Doll

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navybrat817 · 3 months

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Do you think Bucky would be possessive if you aren't his girl?

Nonnie, I think you forgot a word at the end of your question.

YET.

You aren't his girl yet.

But imagine Bucky is sitting at a table and a few agents are sitting there as well. He tries to block out the chatter, until one of them mentions your name. Followed by his.

"Barnes, you hitting that?"

Which would have him seeing red. Because he wants to fuck you, yes. He also wants to give you the care you deserve. He wants you to be his completely.

"If you're asking if she's my girl," he says as calmly as he can manage, "No."

"So, I have a chance," the agent smirks.

That look is quickly wiped away when Bucky takes a knife out of what appears to be thin air and drives it through the table as the chatter ceases. The blade is right between the agent's fingers. Miraculously, he didn't get cut.

The former Asset is that good.

"You didn't let me finish. She's not my girl yet. So, no, you don't have a chance."

But the question is, did you happen to walk in and witness the event or did word get around?

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deliciousangelfestival · 11 days

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Did I Make You Proud?

Character: Spy!Bucky x Rogue!Spy Female Reader

Summary: Imagine being a rogue agent, relentlessly pursued by your irresistibly attractive former mentor, Bucky, who is determined to track you down.

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Bucky P.O.V

Bucky's gaze flicked up to the intercom as the voice crackled through, laden with stress. "Did you see her?"

He sighed, the weight of the crowded train station bearing down on him. "Too many people here," he muttered, his frustration evident in the terse response.

"I never thought she would betray us. We have to find her before they do," came the voice from the intercom, laden with frustration.

Bucky ran a hand through his hair, a gesture of frustration mirroring the tone on the intercom.

It was understandable why tensions ran high in the spy agency; one of their own had gone rogue, becoming a fugitive and leaving chaos in their wake.

And to make matters worse, the rogue agent is you.

The senior agent, Bucky received a direct order to apprehend the rogue agent. He was the one who had trained and guided you.

The situation's urgency hit him like a wave as he grasped the gravity of the rogue agent's actions. You had obtained sensitive data from a secret base and were planning to sell it to another country, triggering a potential international crisis.

"BANG."

The explosion erupted from the toilet, sending shockwaves through the crowded area.

"KYAA!!!" Panic spread like wildfire as people scrambled everywhere except for Bucky.

He remained calm amidst the chaos, a knowing look in his eyes as he recognized the familiar tactic. He had taught you well – create a distraction but ensure no civilians get hurt. It was a motto they lived by.

As his colleagues and the soldiers mobilized to locate the source of the explosion, Bucky's focus was unwavering. His gaze swept over the frantic crowd until, finally, he spotted you.

There you were, a smirk playing on your lips as you sat inside the cafe directly across from him.

A wave of conflicting emotions washed over Bucky – relief at finally finding you, the rogue agent, mingled with disappointment and a touch of regret.

Despite the agencies hot on your trail, you exuded an air of confidence, leisurely sipping your coffee as if you hadn't a care in the world. Bucky's jaw clenched with determination as he observed you from afar, his fist tightening as he made his way towards your location.

As he anticipated, you had vanished from the cafe, but your signature perfume lingered in the air, serving as a tantalizing clue. Trusting his instincts, Bucky followed the scent until he spotted you boarding a train.

With a quickened pace, he hurried to catch up, his steps purposeful as he entered the same carriage as you. The doors closed behind them, sealing their fate within the confines of the train.

"Bucky, what are you doing?" the intercom crackled with concern.

Bucky's hand moved swiftly to remove the device from his ear, slipping it into his pocket as he met your gaze with steely resolve. "I found her," he declared, his voice firm as he prepared to confront the rogue agent face to face.

Bucky quickened his pace, determination driving his strides as he reached out and grabbed your hand, pulling you closer to the quiet area of the train.

"Stop what you're doing. Do you want to get caught and be a prisoner in another country?" he pleaded, his voice laced with urgency and concern.

You shrugged nonchalantly, seeming unfazed by the consequences. "As long as I get paid," you replied, a hint of indifference in your tone.

Bucky's grip tightened as he looked into your eyes, searching for any sign of recognition. "This isn't you," he insisted, his voice tinged with desperation.

Pushing away his hand, you retorted, "What happened to 'no strings attached'?"

Bucky grumbled in frustration, feeling the weight of his own words haunting him. Perhaps you were right; he shouldn't have let himself worry about you.

But memories flooded his mind – the nights spent together, sharing warmth on cold evenings, and when you pretended to be husband and wife. Those days held a special place in his heart, now overshadowed by your betrayal.

"You... you were different," he muttered, struggling to reconcile the person he once knew with the rogue agent before him.

With a smirk, you met his gaze defiantly. "Because of you and the agency pushing my limits, I've learned my true value," you declared, your confidence unwavering.

"I'm a good spy."

Bucky couldn't deny the truth in your words. Despite the circumstances, there was no denying your skill as a spy. You had learned from the best – him.

As tension crackled between them, a mixture of frustration, longing, and unresolved emotions hung in the air, a testament to the complex relationship they once shared.

Bucky's voice was stern as he demanded, "Where's the data?"

You met his gaze with defiance, a smirk playing on your lips. "Too late. Before you guys found me at the train station, I already handed it over to the buyer."

The weight of your words hung heavily in the air as Bucky processed the gravity of the situation. "Do you even realize what you've done?" he asked, his tone tinged with disbelief.

You shrugged casually, a flicker of intensity in your eyes. "Can't you see the big picture? If there's only peace, people like us won't exist. I'm just here to keep it alive," you retorted, your confidence palpable, starkly contrasting to the timid and quiet persona he once knew.

Bucky fell silent, taken aback by the transformation before him. You had evolved into someone both confident and alluring, your newfound demeanor leaving him both impressed and unsettled.

You sensed his internal struggle and couldn't resist teasing him further. "Did I make you proud?" you inquired, tilting your head provocatively and adding a coy "Sir?" to the end of your question.

A mischievous glint danced in your eyes as you continued, "Or perhaps you'd rather catch me and handcuff me to your bed?"

Bucky's patience wore thin as he reached out, his fingers pinching your chin to meet his gaze. Leaning in closer, he captured your lips in a passionate kiss filled with unspoken tension.

The kiss spoke volumes, a collision of conflicting emotions – desire, frustration, and longing – all wrapped up in a single moment of intimacy.

As Bucky pulled away, his voice was low and authoritative. "Don't test my patience," he warned, his eyes burning with a mixture of warning and undeniable desire.

You let out a low, almost amused hum. "Hmm... I know."

The train whisked them away, racing across the bridge with breathtaking scenery flashing by. In a different circumstance, perhaps they could have appreciated the view together. But now, they were locked in a tense standoff.

"We should meet again," you remarked, breaking the silence.

Bucky's brow furrowed in confusion. "What do you mean?"

You offered no explanation, but a sense of unease prickled at Bucky's senses. He tensed, feeling a presence behind him, and his suspicions were confirmed when he turned to find seven men poised for a fight.

"Really?" Bucky shot you a disbelieving look as you shrugged nonchalantly.

"I need something to stall the time. I'll see you again, Sir." You turned and bolted with that, leaving Bucky to face the onslaught alone. He braced himself, ready to take on the challenge.

The fight was fierce, a whirlwind of punches and kicks as Bucky engaged in a battle of wits and strength. Despite being outnumbered, his training and skill allowed him to emerge victorious.

As he dealt the final blow, the sound of a helicopter overhead drew his attention. Bucky sighed, realizing that this was your escape plan unfolding.

When the train finally came to a halt, Bucky found himself surrounded by his agency colleagues, their expressions a mix of disappointment and frustration.

"She got away?" one of them asked, voicing the collective sentiment.

Bucky could only nod grimly. "Yup."

"Shit."

The frustration simmered within Bucky as he slid his hand into his jacket pocket, feeling something unexpected. With a quick glance, he pulled out a small item, his cheeks flushing crimson as he recognized it. It was undoubtedly your doing, a teasing reminder of your audacity.

Despite his frustration, Bucky couldn't deny the thrill of the chase, the challenge you presented only fueling his determination to catch you.

With a silent vow, Bucky steeled himself for the subsequent encounter. He would find you; this time, you wouldn't slip through his fingers so easily.

🚁

As you reached the top of the stairs, panting slightly from the exhilarating climb from the moving train, thrill and nervousness danced in your veins.

Clara, your partner in crime and the helicopter pilot shook her head in disbelief. "I knew you wanted to make a cool exit for your hot former mentor, but this has to stop," she chided a hint of exasperation in her tone.

"Climbing up from a moving train? You might as well have signed your own death warrant," Clara continued, her eyes wide with concern.

You flashed her a mischievous grin, trying to brush off the seriousness of the situation. "I just wanted to impress him," you admitted, your voice laced with a hint of sheepishness.

Clara sighed, knowing all too well how to handle your impulsive tendencies. "Maybe next time, just kidnap him and live on a private island. Then you two can live happily ever after," she suggested with a playful wink.

You chuckled at the absurdity of her suggestion but couldn't help but entertain the thought. "That's not a bad idea. I should save money to buy an island," you mused, already picturing the two of you lounging on a tropical beach, far away from the chaos of the spy world.

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themorningsunshine · 1 year

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I like me better when I am with you

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Pairing - Bucky Barnes x f!reader

Summary - Bucky isn't in love with you, nope, not at all, not even a bit, that doesn't mean he has to like that man who is shamelessly drooling over you.

Warnings - Fluff, Bucky’s internal thoughts, jealousy

Word count - 2.8k

a/n - I had so much fun writing this.

Bucky’s internal monologue is in italic.

Stark parties were his least favourite. They always consisted of the same kind of people. Bucky didn't have to remember their faces to know that. They were all the same. Rich people with money much more than they could handle, spend it in the worst and the dumbest way possible. No, really, why the hell would they get their already filthy expensive phone coated with gold? And don't even get him started on when he had heard a man complaining that Tony hadn't put 'perfectly squared ice cubes' worth 300$ each in their drinks. Hell, he had somehow started respecting Tony's choices and that man was currently wearing a 100,000$ suit.

But these parties were never this unbearable. He always used to have company. He still has Steve sitting beside him and don't get him wrong, Steve is his best friend but there's a limit as to how much Bucky can hear that man complain about the new recruits.

"Can't believe Tony was able to do that. That man has got brains. Only if he was not so arrogant. Don't you think, Buck?"

His name slipping from Steve's mouth makes him look at his best friend who has been talking to him for .... well, a long time. He didn't even know when he switched topics.

Bucky never really zones out. He is a great listener but today, something else has caught his attention completely. Something which keeps bugging him and he doesn't even understand why.

Steve sighs as he realises just how much his best friend has been listening to him. "You know, Sam is right, you do have a staring problem."

"No, I don't," Bucky says in a way that makes it look like that's the most absurd and offensive thing he has ever heard.

Steve chuckles and says, "You don't have to sit here and pretend that it doesn't hurt you."

Bucky gives out a sarcastic chuckle. After everything he has been through, there is nothing in a hundred-mile radius of this party that could remotely hurt him. "I am just fine, Steve. Why would I be hurt?" He doesn't say he is good, or great, he says 'just fine' 'cause that's his default setting. To be just fine. He is rarely ever more than that.

No, you are, when you are with her. His inner thoughts whisper to him. He shakes his head to get that thought away as if it had offended him too.

Steve gives him a small smile and nods his head towards a direction that Bucky has been not so subtly staring at for the past half an hour.

And there you are. In all your glory. In the beautiful, simple, golden outfit you are wearing, sipping on your drink in the most gentle way possible. The colour golden suits you, Bucky thinks.

That's what you said when she was wearing blue. A person can look good in 2 colours. Then what about green and - Shut up.

He looks at you again and notices the thing that has been bugging him. You're still talking to him. The man with the too smooth suit and the too silky hair and the too gentle words and the - ... God, he hates that man. And he has reasons for it. Who the hell wears a black tie with a black suit? Doesn't he have any other colour to wear? And who the hell drinks non-alcoholic drinks when at a Stark party? And then Bucky remembers you telling him once that you hated the smell of alcohol. That you couldn't stand within a metre radius of the people who had drunk a lot. But, that man doesn't know that.

You are still smiling at him and talking. But, that's okay. You love to talk. You could spend hours talking about the movie you just saw or the book you just read. That's nothing. And smiling, well you smile at everything. That's your default setting. To find beauty in everything and give it the most beautiful and genuine smile he has ever seen. You can really find the good in everything.

Maybe that's why she is friends with you.

That's not the point. You even smile at strays. And that's who the man is, a stray, a wild, animal.

Cannot be wilder than you. Or did you forget who you are, Buck?

Bucky doesn't like these thoughts. They tend to come back to him in crowded places. When there are too many people staring at him, talking about him. You always used to be there with him. Making fun of all these rich people and their etiquette.

The both of you would mostly escape from the party early, especially when you were done with what you actually came here for, which was always food. He had to agree. Tony did know how to throw a good party.

You would sneak him into the mini theatre and would watch the silliest movies, just to laugh at their absurdity. Or you would just take him to the roof and the both of you sat there, stargazing and talking. You were really a good friend of his.

Friend? Friends don't glare holes into the back of the man they're just talking to.

This man had approached you at the start of the party and hadn't left your side. Clingy. Rich, coming from you.

You didn't owe Bucky anything. You didn't sign a contract that you had to spend all these parties with him. No, it wasn't any of that. That doesn't mean it couldn't hurt.

"Buck, why don't you just tell her?" For a second, Bucky is taken aback. He had completely forgotten that Steve was still sitting there. What had happened to his super soldier skills?

Too busy gaping at her I remember asking you to shut up And I remember telling you not to fall in love with her

Bucky clears his throat at the last comment by his inner conscience. Sometimes, it acted weird.

"Tell who, what, Steve?" Bucky feigns nonchalance as if he has no idea what Steve is talking about.

Steve chuckles. "How many hers do you have in your life, Buck?" Noone. Just her.

Bucky is sure he is going crazy. Maybe he has had too much to drink. You haven't touched alcohol. Oh, I wonder why that is.

"I know many people who use that pronoun, punk. Nat, Wanda, Sharon, Maria, many shield agents, Carol, oh and yeah... y/n. You have to be more specific" Well done

"Fine, I will be more specific. How many 'hers' do you stare at?" "None." He replies, a little too fast and Steve gives him a knowing smirk. And there it goes...

"I am not staring at anyone, Steve." He gives him a pointed look. "Whatever sails your boat, Buck. But I'd recommend talking to her before it's too late."

Before it's too late

That sentence echoes in his ears. He didn't want to lose you. Not to the annoying guy who had still not left your side, not to the shield agent who always insisted on training with you whenever he got the chance, not to anyone. He didn't want to lose you. Never.

How can you lose someone who isn't even yours? This time his inner voice is gentle, pleading as if it is silently begging him to do something.

Before he even knows what he's doing, Bucky is out of his chair and walking towards the bar.

You chuckle at something the man says before you notice Bucky walking towards the both of you and your smile gets wider.

"Hey, doll." He greets you, completely ignoring the man standing a couple of feet away.

: "Hey, Buck. Please tell me Steve didn't talk your ear out about work." You say with a chuckle. Of course, you had noticed Bucky talking to Steve, your eyes tended to look for his even in a room full of hundreds.

Bucky just lets out a chuckle, shrugging, already feeling much at ease now that he was with you.

A clearing of throat brings both of your attention back to the man standing beside you.

"Gosh, I am sorry. Bucky, this is Todd. Todd Williams. You remember the law firm Tony was talking about the other day?"

Bucky just nods his head, least interested in who this man was.

"He is the owner." You introduce him to Bucky with a polite smile on your face and Bucky wants to rip this man's head off. Even though he just knows his name, he is pretty sure he is going to hate him, if he doesn't already.

"Hi, Bucky, I have heard a lot about you." The man brings his hand forward for a handshake and Bucky thinks he will chop off his hand before he shakes it with the man.

"James." He replies with a stern look on his face.

Todd awkwardly takes his hand back and narrows his eyes in confusion.

"My name is James. Only my friends call me Bucky."

You widen your eyes at Bucky. You knew he never liked meeting new people and that he was not really the warmest to strangers, but he was never so.... hostile. If looks could kill, Todd would be six feet under by now.

"It's nice to meet you, James." Todd tries again, now slightly scared of the former winter soldier.

"I wish I could say the same. What are you even doing here?" Bucky asks, annoyed.

"Bucky." You whisper yell his name to remind him how Tony had conducted an emergency meeting to tell everyone that they have to be nicer to the guests. You, then put on a smile before replying for Todd, "He is here for the charity auction. Isn't that nice?"

Bucky squints his eyes at you as if he can't figure out what's so nice about giving your money away for charity.

"That is just an excuse, really," Todd says, in an attempt to break the tension. "I came here in hopes of meeting a beautiful woman." He then looks at you before saying, "Mission accomplished."

You giggle at his words, flustered. You know he is just trying to be nice and not flirty. He had just told you how badly he was missing his wife who was much better at these charity auctions than he was.

What you don't notice is how Bucky's jaws tense and his fists clench. If they were not standing in a room full of so many people, he would have picked the glass from the nearby table and broken it on Todd's head. Tony's warnings are damned.

He instead just says, "Well then, you don't have to stay for the auction. Leave."

Todd nervously chuckles."I could. But now that I am here, maybe I could enjoy the party for a bit."

"You should. Tony's parties have the best appetizers." You tell him, desperately trying to make him feel comfortable when there is an ex-assassin who looks like he could slit his throat if given a chance.

"But you know what's better? The exit gate. You should check it out and while you are at it, maybe also get your ass out of here." Bucky says without an ounce of hesitation in his voice.

"Bucky." You gasp. This wasn't funny anymore. "Can I talk to you? In private?"

You give Todd an apologetic smile before holding Bucky's hand to get the hell out of here, without waiting for his response.

Bucky stops for a moment to look at Todd again, "The exit gate is that way. Feel free to use it while we are gone."

You pull him with you and take him towards the nearest balcony, not leaving his hand till you are out in the cold air and can't hear the party from inside.

You let go of him to cross your arms across your chest. "Buck, what the hell do you think you are doing?"

"Showing an annoying joke of a man his place," Bucky replies, without a single ounce of guilt for what he has done.

"Bucky." It's your turn to be upset. "He is a businessman. A rich one. His contribution could be great for the auction. Do you not remember what Tony said?"

"I don't care what Tony says. What is he gonna do with so much money, anyways? Buying some piece of mind?"

"What the hell is wrong with you? Why in the nine realms were you so rude to Todd?" You snapped.

"Oh, so now you call him Todd, huh?"

"That's literally his name."

"It's a very stupid name, okay? But it suits him. A stupid name for a stupid man. In his stupid suit with his stupid money." Bucky rambles, disgusted as if he hasn't heard a worse name in his long life.

"Buck, you are behaving like a 5-year-old now. What's - ?" You stop yourself as an amused grin spreads on your face as you put the pieces together. "Oh, god!!" You place your palm on your mouth before whispering, "Bucky, you - You are jealous."

"No, no I am not, Not even a bit. Nada.Negative. Why would I be?" Bucky shakes his head as if that were a ridiculous thought. Why was everyone getting the most ridiculous ideas today?"

"I would have believed you if you hadn't said no 6 times. You are jealous." Your smile grows wider as you take a step towards him with a pointed look. "You are jealous because he was talking to me the whole time and he called me beautiful and said that I had a pretty smile." "When did he - " Bucky stops himself as he realises the rage in his voice will give him away. He takes a step back and turns away, till he is standing near the railing.

You stand beside him, about to say something, till you look into his eyes. His eyes have a look you have seen before. He is hurt. He is processing a lot of things that he doesn't want to think about. This wasn't amusing anymore. "Hey. I - I am sorry. I shouldn't have said that. Bucky, I am - "

"I am not jealous, okay?" He now turns and looks directly into your eyes. "I am not. I just don't like it when someone else has your attention. Not because I am jealous, no. But because I am scared." Bucky swallowed thickly. You had seen him vulnerable before when he had nightmares and you were trying to remind him where he was or when memories from his time at hydra hit him with full force. But this was a different kind. It was as if he was laying his soul bare in front of you. Voicing his worst fears.

"I am scared because I don't want anyone else to realise how amazing, smart, funny, kind and just so damn lovable you are. Because then they will steal you from me. I will lose you forever and - and I don't want that. I don't want to lose you to someone else. I don't want to lose you." He says the last sentence as if he is begging whatever god will listen to not let his worst fears turn true, to let him have this. Let him have you.

"Tell me, doll. Why am I so scared to lose you when you are not even mine?"

Tears pricked your eyes as you looked at him.

Before Bucky knew what was happening, you closed the distance between the both of you. As your lips met his, everything else stood at a standstill.

Bucky was too shocked to respond for a minute. This couldn't be happening. Did you feel the same way about him? How -

All these thoughts turn into nothing until you're the only one comprising his thoughts. And Bucky realises this is how it has been for a long time. It was just you. In his heart and his mind. Your warmth spread through him and captured his soul until it was impossible to separate the two of them.

He kisses you with the same love and gentleness as his hands find your waist to pull you impossibly closer towards him.

When the necessity to breathe arose, you pulled away but still stood close.

"I want to be yours, Buck."

If the kiss had stolen his breath away, your words make his heart beat frantically. This couldn't be happening. This had to be a dream.

"You don't mean that, doll. You - "

"I do. I do mean that, Buck. I choose you. And I'd always choose you. In a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality, I'd always choose you”

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imyourbratzdoll · 1 year

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Bucky angst fic idea!

Bucky always flirting with Sarah to make Y/n jealous, but what he doesn't realise is all these are just making her more insecure and hurting her (blame my past relationships for that).

And it's quite apparent that she's hurt. By the time he realises, Y/n is deep into the spiral. But obviously, a happy and fluffy ending (maybe smut), cause otherwise I will die from broken heart 😩😩

I hope you enjoy this! and I'm sorry you've had bad experiences with relationships. It's their loss.

summary - bucky flirts with sarah to make you jealous, forgetting that you aren't as secure as you come off.

warning - angst, fluff.

the gif I use isn't mine, divider by @newlips

‘Did I do something wrong?’ You think as you watch Bucky laugh at something Sarah said. ‘Maybe I’m not pretty enough for him anymore?’ His eyes flicker over to you, shooting you a smirk before he looks back at her, touching her arm softly with his metal one. ‘What could he be saying for her to laugh like that?’ You don’t know why you're doing this to yourself, but you continue to watch. Every laugh, every touch, every word sends pain through your chest.

You don’t notice Sam looking over at you, and you don’t see how he shoots daggers at Bucky and his sister. The only time you are brought out of your haze is when you hear shouting, blinking away the tears in your eyes. Your gaze focuses on Sam pushing and punching Bucky, screaming at him. You watch as he turns and begins shouting at his sister.

You get up and decide to leave because watching Bucky fight back and defend another woman and his actions feels more painful than watching them flirt. After walking for a while, you come across a secluded area with a beautiful ocean view, feeling so lost in your head that you don’t get to enjoy the sounds of nature around you. Your mind was too busy racing with thoughts of not being good enough for anyone anymore that maybe you should’ve never fallen for the blue-eyed soldier's smile or sweet words.

Because you left, you don’t notice Bucky’s gaze focusing on the empty spot or that he no longer hears Sam screaming in his ear. You don’t see the utter panic appearing on Bucky’s face or that he begins to spin, frantically searching for you. You are so lost in your head that you don’t hear him screaming your name, you don’t hear him finding you, you don’t hear the utter relief in his voice when he whispers your name.

Because why would you? This man you thought was supposed to love you and only you, who wasn’t supposed to hurt you, did. Knowing how insecure you are, pulling you deeper into your mind that, of course, you wouldn’t notice him looking for you or finding you. Because you didn’t think Bucky cared enough to come looking for you, you thought that he’d be too lost in Sarah’s eyes to notice you missing.

“Baby?” Bucky walks forward, “Doll?” His brows furrow as he doesn’t receive a response, walking so that he’s in front of you. His heart jumps in his throat when he sees how far he’s pushed you. Bucky quickly crouches down, taking your tear-soaked cheeks in his hands. “Babydoll, I’m so sorry! Fuck, I’m such an idiot. Baby, baby!” He strokes your cheeks with his thumb, desperately trying to bring you out of this. His arms wrap around your body, picking you up and carrying you to the house, dismissing Sam and Sarah when they try to step forward.

He carries you to the guest room, cradling your face into his neck as he whispers sweet nothings against your hair. Bucky lies down, bringing you with him, holding you tightly against his body. “I’m so so sorry, babydoll. You are the only one I have eyes for, believe me! You are the reason I wake up in the morning, the only thing I look forward to.” His blue eyes flicker down to your face, noticing that yours are focused on his face, finally brought out of your state but staying quiet.

Bucky strokes your bottom lip, staring at you lovingly. “I love you so much, and I will forever be sorry for what I’ve done. I should have realised that trying to make you jealous wasn’t right and was pathetic. I have such a beautiful dame on my arm, yet I felt the need to be a jerk.” His eyes fill with tears, and a sigh of relief leaves him when you roll over and cuddle into him.

“I love you too, Bucky. But please don’t do it again.” You look up at him, pleading with your eyes as you don’t know if you’ll survive being hurt like that again.

“Of course, doll. I’ll never do it again. You’re my doll forever and as long as you have me. I’ll continue making it up to you.” He places a soft kiss against your head, holding you tight against him as you both slowly drift off to sleep.

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subwaysurf45 · 1 year

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Team Bucky

Summary: your secret relationship with Bucky slips out. Everyone else in the compound is happy for you both but your brother - or really your grandfather - is not pleased at all, all you can do is try and live normally with Bucky and attempt to fix things with Steve.

Words: 6k

warnings: SMUT: passionate sex, unprotected, very loving, aftercare. arguing, yelling, swearing, protective Bucky.

a/n: heyyy, yeah I’ve been away for a while, this semester as been kicking my ass. anyways, I’m on winter break and have finally gotten my spark for writing back, I’ve been writing a lot of essays so writing for fun was not fun for a while. I hope you enjoy and I will try to post as often as I can!

There had always been a secret one-upping game going on between Steve and Bucky, it was something everyone had exempted and went along with. There would be countless times when they’d add more and more weight to their bars in order to prove their dominance to each other, or spar with one another until someone gets hurt.

At galas, Steve would be walking around with a trail of women behind him, showing off his skills with the ladies. That didn’t mean anything to Bucky, he would love to get laid more often or get a girlfriend but the ability to make women think they are into you and then drop them like a dead weight isn't appealing.

There were probably things Bucky did to get on Steve’s nerves that Steve didn’t care for. They didn’t do it all the time, just friendly competition. They had been friends for years and years, someone’s weight being a little higher couldn’t even cause a crack in their friendship.

But what Bucky was doing recently would.

There you were, sitting alone in the office as you filled out a debrief of your last mission. The computers were high tech but that didn’t mean they were super fast, most of the time you sat there waiting for anything to load, and seeing the logo in the top corner was a miracle.

“How’s that arm?” Bucky asked as he walked in, acting like he hadn’t been standing outside the door practicing what he was going to say.

“Hard to type with-aw, Bucky…” you pouted and saw the two steaming mugs in his hand, “stop, that’s so sweet!” you reached forward and picked up your favourite mug, looking at Bucky with wide eyes as he pulled out the chair beside you and sat down. “This is going to take forever, Bucky, you don’t-”

“I’m good,” Bucky sighed as he brought his mug right against his bottom lip to blow, “nowhere else I’d rather be.”

“You’re all soft” you giggled and turned back to your computer, “I do need to focus though, no distractions.”

“You have my word,” Bucky smiled and leaned back in his chair, “I’m just here for moral support.”

You just nodded, he loved the face you made when you tried to fight back being flustered. Your bottom lip was clenched tightly between your teeth to fight back a smile while you tried to cover your face and block Bucky from seeing your slight change in colour. The warmth that spread all throughout your body caused you to curl into yourself, he noticed that whenever he complimented you at all you wouldn't know how to react, telling Bucky you weren’t being complimented enough.

That’s how it started, casual compliments and conversation between you two. Trying to get to know you because there was this imaginary wall up for many reasons, you didn’t like to let people into your life because of how much you had lost and something more pressing…

You were Steve’s granddaughter, factually. But you two acted like siblings because you were a little younger than Steve’s age from when he was frozen. Nonetheless, you were related.

Which also meant off-limits.

Bucky really tried to cut himself off but you were his drug, he couldn’t get enough of you. It didn’t help that you were very honest early on about being into him. When Bucky initiated conversations and would give you little touches here and there you were quick to give them back. The first time you played with his hair gave him shivers running up and down his spine but also caused his brain to go fuzzy.

You were alone in the movie room, you always watched some film every Thursday night to keep a schedule. He had come back from a mission hours ago and still managed to make his way down just to sit beside you, and he did but he realized he was too tired to do anything.

He wanted you to cuddle into him and he’d rub your back or whisper little things to just you, but his eyes couldn’t stay open.

“You’re so tired, Bucky-bear,” you whispered and threw your arm around him and to the other side of his head, gently pushing him to place his head on your shoulder, “you can go to sleep if you want,” you whispered.

His body was on his last reserve, not thinking straight at all. “Can I put my head on your chest, your shoulder is too boney,” he’d kick himself for that one in the morning. When you giggled and moved he seemed to sink into you more, wrapping both arms around you and nuzzling into your chest. Everything was so comfy he barely registered that his face was deep between your boobs, you didn’t move or say anything until… “you’re so pillowy,” he muttered.

“But my shoulder is boney?” you shook your head, “you can just say you like my boobs, most people do.”

“They’re great,” he nodded.

Your hand moved from his back and went up his scalp from his neck, earning a groan when you started to fluff around his hair and scratch somewhat intensely on his scalp. He was out before the beginning credits ended, snoring before the middle of the movie. Part of you felt this overwhelming feeling of something you couldn’t describe, Bucky Barnes, a man riddled with nightmares and trauma, constantly on high alert was asleep on your chest. The big man could dwindle down into a guy who has never once felt the touch of love from a significant other. The fact that he trusted you with the power made you proud, it made you like him just a little more.

“How much longer,” he sighed from his starfish position on the floor, being overly dramatic to try to get you to look away. You giggled and finally looked over your shoulder, scoffing at his dramatics.

“Go to bed, I’ll sneak in later.” You shook your head, “and one page left.”

Bucky sighed and sat up, staying on the ground and watching you work. It took a while but soon you were finished, reading it over before submitting it. Bucky helped you pack all your stuff away, holding your bag for you, he did that a lot, never wanting you to do any heavy lifting. Your eyes were barely open as you left the room with Bucky leading you out, you both headed down the hall and to the elevator.

“You still want to sleep with me?” Bucky asked when the door was completely closed, you were too tired to say anything, keeping your head resting against his arm and nodded slightly. “Alright, I think there is still a sweater you left in the room.”

You groaned and looked up, “your clothes please,” Bucky giggled after you whispered. The door opened and you both walked out, him wrapping an arm around you to keep you steady. “I also want to be little spoon please.”

Out of nowhere, a voice came from behind them, “watch your hands, Barnes,” it was Steve.

Bucky turned around but kept his hand where it was, “guess where I just found her?” Steve looked at your tired state, “little miss just finished her report is only going to bed now, I was walking her to her room to make sure she doesn’t pass out on her floor.”

Steve smiled a proud smile. He caught up to them and also helped you walk, subconsciously you leaned more towards Bucky at this moment, thinking of how you’d be cuddling with him soon. Bucky played along and brought you into your room, Steve was very adamant they both left before you got into your pajamas. Bucky couldn’t say no even though he had seen you naked, he had to play along.

Bucky went into his room and waited with the door unlocked, after five minutes you slipped in and found him in the bathroom. Both of you brushed your teeth beside one another, he had one arm around you while you looked at each other through the mirror.

In your opinion, his bed was much more comfortable, choosing to sleep there more often than your own bed. Both of you cuddled in close, you were practically laying on top of him with your head tucked into his neck.

“I love you, Bucky-Bear,” you mumbled, snuggling closer to him.

“I love you too, baby,” he whispered into your hair, leaving a few kisses after. “You make me so happy, I can’t explain it,” you both giggled as he tickled you.

The secret life with Bucky was great and terrible at the same time. There was a different side to Bucky that he didn’t show the team, he was much softer and more extroverted. When you’d sneak out for dates he’d always be the ordering and making conversation with the waiter because he felt safer at that moment. But at the same time, you still had to go on dates by sneaking out. Steve would kill you if he found out the two of you were seeing each other even though it had been going on for a while you both knew it wasn’t a joke. Your heart would still fall when Bucky had to drop your hand when someone else walked in a room, and both of you would grow envious of the couples openly displaying affection at galas.

The idea of telling Steve grew larger by the day because you knew it was bound to happen, part of you wanted to tell him before getting caught so it didn’t look like Bucky was just a hook-up to you. Yes, Steve would kill you but he would also tear Bucky apart because there were rules, apparently. Any type of family member was off-limits, even if Steve found a distant cousin of Bucky’s they would still be a no-go; but you knew that rule was just for you because you were all Steve had left when it came to family.

********

Steve and Bucky were sparring in the ring as you and a couple of other agents went to various machines during your workout. You couldn’t help but look over at them as they fought extremely hard against one another, there was no reason to give each other a broken nose but they did it anyway.

“Can I work in?” Sammy asked you, he had graduated from the academy the same year as you. You wouldn’t consider yourselves friends but you’d smile at each other in the hall and keep up with families.

“Of course,” you stood up from just sitting on the seat as you took your break, leaning down and picking up your water bottle. Absentmindedly you looked over to see the both of them fighting, Sammy must have noticed.

“I don’t get the game between the two of them,” he grunted, “I get it from a male perspective as in you constantly want to impress your friends but sometimes it gets bad, like what are they even doing right now?” he referenced both of them limping around the ring as they circled one another.

“Boys!” you shouted and they both looked at you, “quit putting on a show for us and just act like normal people for once in your life!” you cupped both hands around your mouth.

Bucky looked shocked, “we’re just playing around, relax!” he sassed you back, it was clear on your face you didn’t enjoy what he said, “oh come on, you always get like this, give us a break!”

“Watch it!” Steve snapped, “you better watch how you talk to my sister.” Steve looked back at you, “and you!” he pointed in your direction, “let the grown men handle their things, please.”

Bucky scoffed, “you better watch how you talk to my girlfriend.”

At that moment the world stopped. Steve whipped his head around to Bucky and just stared at him while Sammy dropped the handhelds for the machine, letting out a loud clunk. Bucky’s eye shifted towards you in what felt like slow motion as an apologetic look grew on his face, your metal water bottle slipped from your fingers and fell on your foot.

“Fuck!” the feeling of a throbbing big toe pulled you from your trance, all you heard was more commotion in front of you but you were looking down.

“You’re fucking my sister?!” Steve yelled and caused all the agents to run out of the gym, including Sammy who quickly patted your shoulder before bolting out. Bucky tried to run over to you to help with the toe injury but was stopped after Steve’s fist collided with Bucky’s throat. “You don’t get to even look at her anymore, I’ll take your fucking eyes out you pervert!”

“Steve!” you hobbled over and ran up to the ring, slipped under and grabbed Bucky’s head that was unmoving on the boxing ring floor, “you knocked him unconscious, Steve,” you gasped and pulled Bucky’s head to your thighs as you sat back on your heels, “you could have damaged his windpipe.”

“He won’t need one after he wakes up and I fully-”

“It’s not like he forced me, Steve,” You looked up at your brother, “we’ve been dating for a long time and it’s not just sex, it’s an actual romantic connection that both of our consent to, it’s actual dating!” you gently tapped Bucky’s cheek to wake him up, “don’t frame him or me to be a slut because all we do are normal dating things,” Steve’s face was red as he saw you carding through Bucky’s hair, he was starting to groan and stir.

“Both of you are dead to me,” Steve spat, “he broke the only rule I set up to protect you.”

“I don’t need to be protected from Bucky, and you know that.” you harshly whipped your head around again, “and I know you’re hurt and exaggerating, just walk away.” That was the last time you looked up at Steve, all your focus was on Bucky starting to wake up in your lap. As he groaned and slowly brought his fingers up to his nose your eyes began to water, this was exactly your worst-case scenario.

Bucky’s eyes cracked open and immediately closed again, “baby,” he mumbled, “don’t cry, please, don’t cry,” he reached up to swipe away your tears but completely missed your face, most likely seeing double. “I slipped up,” now Bucky was starting to cry, “my fault.”

You gently pulled him up in a hug and Bucky accepted it, continuously apologizing for what he had just done. Every time you’d quiet him or try to shift his train of thought but he’d make his way back there every time. After a while you got him on his feet and took him to med bay, many people came up to you and asked if everything was alright, you just nodded and kept walking.

“What happened!” Natasha was in med bay when you arrived, filling out discharge paperwork for herself, “Bucky, that looks really broken,” her fingers ghosted over his nose which caused him to wince backwards, “sorry.”

“Yeah,” you sighed and sat him on the cot, calling over a nurse who began examining, “just…going too hard with the sparring.”

Natasha shook her head, “but no one goes that hard, we all pull our punches except when it’s Steve and- oh my god…” she trailed off and looked at Bucky who was preparing to get his nose snapped back in place, “did Steve find out?”

“My fault,” Bucky cried, holding the sheet as he waited for the nurse to fix his nose.

“It’s not your fault, it was a mistake and yeah this is shitty but it will figure itself out.” you looked over your shoulder and immediately gave Bucky your hand, seeing his white knuckles gripping his sheets.

******

It had been a week and Steve refused to speak to either of you unless it was in a professional setting, even then, he’d be snarky whenever he would talk to you. He meant what he said, you really were dead to him. Part of you thought he’d just be mad at Bucky and get overprotective of you but that never happened, he viewed you like dirt; like how he looks at Bucky.

Bucky could see how it took a toll on you, it broke his heart to see you staring off into space after Steve passed by without looking at you. All Bucky could do was hold you closer, but deep down he blamed himself for letting it slip. Every tear, every longing glance, every hope he’d come around was all his fault.

He found you today curled up in bed, Bucky slipped in behind you and wrapped his arm around you, pulling you into his chest. “Everything will simmer sooner or later,” he whispered into your ear.

“I just-...” you sighed and buried your head into your pillow further, “he’s my only family, when he wanted to reconnect with me he was so adamant on making sure I came back to the tower with him, so he could have a sister,” Bucky rolled you over so you were facing him, “and now…I do something for me that makes me happy, you make me so happy, and I’m punished for it.”

Bucky planted a gentle kiss on your forehead, pulling you into another hug and letting you feel his warmth and comfort. “I will personally fix all of this, I will find a way, don’t worry, alright?” Bucky pulled back so he could see you nod, “alright?”

You nodded and Bucky kissed you again, crawling out of bed when you fell asleep. He knew where Steve was, and even though his nose had held quickly doesn’t mean he won’t get another broken nose from what he was about to do. Steve was always in the computer room, just like you. There was always something to be done when it came to paperwork and Steve had the energy for it.

Bucky stayed close to the wall and pressed his back against it, leaning over the corner to see Steve typing away at the computer near the back. Bucky pulled back and fully leaned against the wall, taking a deep breath.

Nat: We’re taking y/n out for a girl’s night, just want to let you know!

Bucky: keep me updated, and don’t let her get too drunk, please

Nat: don’t worry!

After shutting off his phone he slipped it into his pocket and took another deep breath. After mustering enough courage Bucky fully turned the corner and walked up to “Steve,” Bucky stood before him, “we need to talk.”

Steve gave nothing, he almost looked up at Bucky but it was just a flinch.

“Silent treatment?” Bucky scoffed, “that works for me to explain my side of the story without you verbally- or who knows - physically breaking me.” Steve huffed, Bucky looked at the chair but decided to stand. “I’ve been dating your sister for about a year and she’s made me the happiest man in the world,” Bucky fiddled with his fingers, “and I know we made rules and all that but this isn’t about that, we can discuss that later.” Bucky saw Steve was no longer typing but simply staring at his screen. “Steve, your sister misses you so much, she’s been curled up in bed crying about losing you, feeling punished for letting herself love someone, she’s kicking herself for something that was all my fault; I slipped up and y/n should be the last one to pay for it.” Bucky gave in and pulled up a chair, making Steve look at him, “I don’t care if we never talk again but my girlfriend is hurting and that’s what’s been killing me the most, so just talk to her, please?”

Bucky sat there, looking at his vacant face. After a sigh, Bucky rubbed his face and stood up, tucking in the chair. He ran his fingers through his hair, “y/n’s out for drinks with a couple of the girls,” Bucky said, “so she’s not here if you were thinking of talking to her.” Bucky left after that, knowing Steve wasn’t going to say anything.

When you stumbled back inside Bucky was quick to catch you, “what did I say about not letting her get stupid drunk?” Natasha just giggled and Bucky couldn’t help but smirk at all the ladies making their way to the kitchen. “How’s my baby?” Bucky whispered into your ear which caused you to get coy and curl into him, “are you a little cuddly, huh?” his finger made its way under your chin which caused you to giggle. You jumped on him to wrap your legs around his hips.

“I love you, Bucky-Bear,” you hugged him tightly, “we can run away together and never worry about anything ever again, do you want to run away with me?” you kissed Bucky’s neck as he walked into the kitchen to see them all eating chips and cookies.

“Sure we can,” he moved his head so you’d detach your lips from his neck and just cuddle into him.

Bucky stood with the group and held you like you were nothing, laughing and talking while the girls did their debrief at the kitchen island, talking about the songs and the dancing. Bucky kept you in his arms but placed you down so you were sitting on the island, letting your legs and arms wrap around him. You weren’t talking that much, Bucky looked over after five minutes of nothing to see you sleeping with your face on his shoulder.

“She did start to cry,” Natasha said sadly, “she had a lot of pent-up emotion and our uber cancelled on us twice so she was just really frustrated, but we all know she wasn’t crying about the uber.”

“Yeah,” Bucky sighed and rubbed your back, “I talked to Steve and told him to stop hurting her, you know?” Bucky looked at Nat and she nodded, “like he can be mad at me for as long as he likes, but stop doing this to your own sister, I can’t stand to see her like this, it’s awful.”

“I know,” Nat was the only one invested in the conversation, everyone else would forget this in the morning. “I feel like it’s borderline…I don’t want to say slut shaming but I can’t understand why he would be mad at her, I feel like he’d blame it all on you and only take it out on you- I know you didn’t do this but I thought he was going to pull the ‘you coerced my sister into dating you’ card… I really don’t understand his silent treatment,” Nat sighed and took a swig from her water bottle.

“I guess,” Bucky sighed and picked you up, having to hold you tightly because you were asleep and unable to squeeze your legs around his waist. “I’m going to get her ready for bed,” Bucky tried his best to smile, “I really appreciate you, Nat, she needed this.”

“She did,” Nat ran her fingers over your hair, “as much as she’s going to hate the hangover I think she really drained her emotions out and just let go for a moment,” Nat smiled at Bucky, “I’ll see you in the morning.”

Bucky left the kitchen, the moment he turned he turned the corner he saw Steve. He was trying to slip away after eavesdropping but Bucky caught him, all Bucky could do was keep walking; he’s said his piece.

“Is she ok?” Steve finally spoke as Bucky passed him with his chin up.

“From being shunned by her brother or her night out?” Bucky snapped, not even looking at Steve and heading to his room down the hall.

After making it to his room he got you ready for bed, cuddling up next to you and holding you close. He had already gotten the water and painkillers ready for tomorrow morning. All he could do now is hold you, making you as comfortable as possible.

As Bucky lay there with your head on his chest, hearing your drunk snores, he thought about Steve. Bucky reminisced all the days together, growing up and finding one another again. Part of him questioned if all of their history went away the moment he found out, was this really the breaking point for Steve? All he wanted was for you to be happy with your brother but selfishly, he wanted his friend back.

“I can, like, hear your brain,” you mumbled and hugged him tighter, “we’ll figure this out in the morning, just forget it happened and hold me normally, please.”

Bucky couldn’t help but smile, he rolled you both on your sides and kept you wrapped up. Getting into the familiar position his eyes started to feel heavy, and soon sleep took over.

********

Bucky stood in the kitchen by himself, sipping his coffee and watching the eggs and bacon cook. It has been two days since you had gotten drunk and Bucky talked to Steve, nothing had come out of Bucky’s attempt to get Steve to talk to you.

He could tell you were becoming depressed from losing your brother, the two of you were inseparable so it hurt a lot to have him cleanly break away from you. But all Bucky could do was continue to support you, and he did that by making you breakfast.

He flipped both eggs and poked at the bacon, trying not to have the grease spit back out at him, you were currently at the gym but he’d already be back in the room before you were done.

All at once, Sam ran into the kitchen, covered in sweat. “Barnes!” he yelled, “your girl is screaming at Steve in the gym-”

“Shit!” Bucky dropped everything and ran, quickly turning around and moving everything off the element while turning the stove top off. Bucky followed Sam all the way to the gym and busted through the door, immediately hearing your raging voice. “Everyone out!” he yelled at the agents standing and watching.

“Bucky, I can do this on my own!” you snapped at him, caught up in the anger towards your brother.

“I’m well aware,” Bucky put both of his hands out, “I’m just giving you two privacy, that’s all, love.” Bucky nodded when he saw you relax your shoulders, “I’m going to be right outside when you’re done, alright?”

Steve turned to Bucky, “you really love her?” he asked.

Bucky slowly tilted his head to the side, “I’ve been dating her for a year, crushing on her for two, and being fully hypnotized by her for three the moment she showed up to this place.” He looked at you, “can I keep going, or do you want this to still be you?”

“See,” you looked at Steve, “he cares about me, on a personal level that no one ever has,” you threw your arms in the air, “you need to accept this or I will have no problem sticking with Bucky.”

“You’d turn your back on your family?” Steve laughed to himself, “you’d seriously stay with him rather than your own brother-”

“You’re not even really my fucking brother, Steve!” the anger was making you jump in your spot, “when you found out I was related to you, you chose to keep me in your life, it was quick because you knew how much family meant to you,” you walked over to Bucky, taking his hand in yours, “well he’s my family now, and when shit got rough Bucky was not the one to run away, Steve…” you looked up at Bucky who couldn’t take his eyes off of Steve, “we can go now,” you whispered to him.

Bucky walked with you to your room, completely forgetting the breakfast he had made to lighten your day. The entire time you were talking about how much lighter you felt, having the ability to scream at him even though no solution was reached. As he listened to you his heart broke, you tried so hard to make it seem like it wasn’t a big deal when in reality it was, you just weren’t letting yourself fully feel it yet.

Right as the door to your shared room closed you spun and pushed Bucky up against the wall, “I love you,” you breathed before kissing him harshly, it took Bucky three seconds before pulling away and trying to ask if you were alright, “I want passionate sex right now, I want you to fuck me, baby.”

“Woah,” Bucky whispered, “you’re not…honey, you’re not in the right mindset right now, this is not-”

“Please, Bucky,” you whined and dropped down to your knees, running your hand up and down his thighs, “I really want this.”

“Are you sure?” Bucky asked, shamefully getting hard. When you nodded he picked you up and threw you on the bed, “you tell me if you want to stop, alright?”

“I never want to stop,” you whispered into his ear before sucking on his ear lobe, moving down to kiss his neck.

“Do you want me to go down on you-”

“I’m already wet, just go,” you moaned, blindly reaching down and beginning to work on his pants.

The moment Bucky entered you, you pulled him close, letting his entire body weight crush you in a soothing sort of way. At first, his face was right before yours, kissing you every so often but really just wanting to look at you.

“Pretty girl,” he groaned and tucked his face in your neck, “fuck, I love you, it’s always been you, it’ll always be you, honey- holy fuck!” his hands were moving around, feeling you and touching you all over. “You’re fucking perfect, made for me, I got you,” he sucked harshly on your neck, “I’ll always protect you, and love you, and just-I’m gonna cum, honey.”

“Me too!” you threw your head back, “I love you, Bucky,” your fingers were splayed across his back, “all I want is to run away with you, just you.” your words of love quickly shifted in moans, all you could do was let yourself get lost in the moment.

Bucky had a strong aura, it was one that made you feel protected but also reminded you that he was your rock. Passionate sex with Bucky was something else, he could get you to your peak faster than anyone just because of how much love you feel as he whispers in your ear.

The moment you both let go was a moment of pure bliss, all you could do was dig your nails further into Bucky’s back as he rode out his own high. He stilled after finishing and just stayed there, keeping his head in your neck. While he whispered praises to you, part of you filled with love, an overwhelming amount.

“I love you, Bucky,” you tried to sound put together but the moment the words left your lips Bucky looked up at you, seeing tears stream down your face, “I’m not crying because I didn’t want it, it’s just…” you could see him freaking out, “it’s not you, it’s left over emotion from that fight.”

Bucky nodded and stayed where he was until you began to shift, he wiped you down and got beside you in bed after a while. He made sure you had enough water in your cup beside you and you were warm enough under those sheets. There were a few more sniffles, you’d wipe your face in the shirt Bucky put on because he was cold.

“I just want things to work out,” you cried, “why can’t he see I’m happy and just be happy for me?” your arms hugged Bucky tightly, feeling him hug you back just as tight.

“We’ll figure it out,” his lips brushed against your ear, “everything will work out, you just need to sleep, alright?”

It didn’t take much to knock you out.

********

Bucky’s mission was taking longer than expected but he wasn’t in any danger, his communications back to the compound were perfect with his updates. You weren’t allowed to know where he was or what he was doing but you were allowed time-frame updates, all because you held the title of ‘family’ for his file.

You stood at the stove with an apron on, it had caught three splashes which you were grateful for. The pasta sauce was bubbling so it was close to being done, you had gotten an update saying he was coming home in the middle of the night. If you or Bucky had a mission that ended late the other person would leave a meal in the fridge for when they got home, something easy to throw in the microwave.

“Hey,” you knew that voice from anywhere.

“Hi, Steve,” you said with your back to him. Nothing had changed since then and it had been over two months, Steve was slowly starting to adapt to you and Bucky showing affection in public but he still didn’t talk to you more than he needed to.

“What are you making?” you heard him pull out a bar standing at the island.

You were past trying to reconcile with him, he was the one acting like a child. “Pasta sauce, for Bucky,” you quickly added.

“Oh yeah, I heard he’s coming home tonight,” you could hear how uneasy Steve was, the way his voice slightly shook as he spoke to you.

You could feel his eyes burning holes in your back but you paid no mind, continuing to stir the pot and dodge the few bubbles. “Yep, late.”

“Yep…” Steve sighed but didn’t move, you could hear him just sit there.

Trying to meet him halfway was exhausting, it seemed there was nothing you could do to make him feel better except break up with Bucky. That wasn’t going to happen, it also helped that Bucky was very mature during this, always communicating with you about how he felt and if you needed anything. It further proved how immature Steve was, seeing that a man the same age was able to deal with their emotions perfectly.

FRIDAY came through on the speakers, “Sargent James’ jet is landing now.”

You spun around with a gasp, “he was supposed to be here at three in the morning,” you completely blew past Steve and ran to the land spot, laughing to yourself as you pictured hugging him.

The moment you opened the doors Bucky was already running to you, “there’s my girl!” he yelled and wrapped his arms around you the moment he could reach you, “no injuries for me, how was the month?” he whispered.

“Same as always,” you sighed, “but I’m so happy you’re home,” you nuzzled into his chest.

“He followed you outside, what’s that about?” you didn’t look over your shoulder, trusting Bucky was right. After pulling out of a hug Bucky called, “what are you doing out here?” towards Steve.

“I wanted to talk to you,” he was talking to Bucky, “I need to go for a walk with you.”

“Whatever you need to say can be said in front of y/n as well, bud,” Bucky wrapped his arm around you, “seeing as the situation involves her.”

“Look,” Steve walked up and rubbed the back of his neck, “I don’t fully approve of this but I do like the way you’re treating her, Buck, so…” he was awkward, not knowing how to word this because it seemed like a heat of the moment speech. “Yeah, I’m warming up to it.”

“Alright,” Bucky looked down at you, “I mean, that’s great but it doesn’t change anything about us, like,” Bucky laughed through the tension, “we’ve moved on like adults, I can honestly say we don’t care about what you think.”

“That’s a little intense,” you quickly added, “but I think what Bucky is trying to say is that we don’t need updates like this that you’re warming up to us dating because we are still going to date the same, your comfort is not a factor in our relationship.” you nodded and saw Steve’s face go red, “I hope one day we can be friends again and be buddies like before but right now, it’s team Bucky.”

Steve didn’t say anything else, he just watched you walk inside.

“Team Bucky?” he giggled in your ear, “I like it.”

You looked up at Bucky, “I have pasta sauce cooking, we can have it for dinner together.”

“Sounds good,” he kissed the crown of your head with his arm still wrapped around your waist, “can I make you a jersey that says team Bucky because I honestly love that?”

You laughed and fell into his side, “go for it,” he kissed you, “because it’s true.”

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(nsfw) random prompt event generator for bucky!!

Bucky and Y/N going back to one or the other's house after a date, where they eventually end up dry-humping on the couch. Y/N only intends this as foreplay, but Bucky is already getting overwhelmed. Y/N finds this amusing and endearing, leaning close to whisper something teasingly into Bucky's ear. It turns out that Bucky is more excited than Y/N thought, and hits orgasm without any further stimulation, to the surprise of Y/N and the embarrassment of Bucky. What happens next?

pairing. bucky barnes x gender neutral! reader

summary. After a date night out with Bucky as you explore your new relationship, you unintentionally wind up taking your makeout session a little too far. Quickly you learn it's been far too long since Bucky has had a partner.

warnings. SMUT - minors DNI. kissing, praise kink, dirty talk, size difference, beefy bucky, dry humping, masturbation (bucky and you), implied/referenced trauma, reader has v but still gender neutral. p with plot, recovering!bucky barnes (half-way).

a.n. ok, i have other things to write and originally i was gonna let this wait... until i read the prompt again and saw this as an opportunity for some mild bottom/fluffy bucky. (bucky is a bottom you can't change my mind, but i'll write top for you all i promise) starts a little fluffy at first because idk how to not write some sort of context to situations, and bucky is still in recovery reasonably so

w.c. 7.6k howdidthishappen

Your date with Bucky exceeded your expectations. Wary that things would potentially be a little rough around the edges while the soldier was still trying to put himself back together, you were pleasantly surprised when he picked you up at your apartment with a bouquet of flowers - specifically an interesting combination of sunflowers and roses. You couldn’t remember the last time someone had bought you flowers, and after running them inside so as to not ruin them by taking them on the trip, Bucky held your hand all the way to his motorcycle and helped you settle comfortably before embarking on the evening together. No awkward pauses or tense, heavy moments with Bucky; It was sweet and a dream come true that you didn’t even know you’d had.

He’d surprised you on where you both were going initially. Blindly trusting Bucky with wherever he chose your date location, he decided that the Art Museum was the safest choice. Dinners could be awkward - what if you don’t like the way someone chews their food? Movies hardly left time to actually get to know one another, instead just sitting in the dark with occasional spared glances. Anything too physical could be exerting and hinder you from another date with Bucky. So after indecisively pondering, Bucky had chosen that an art exhibit was the best way to go.

You loved it.

So many classic paintings and countless mediums of art filled the halls as you two strode hand in hand. Bucky was on the quieter side, but not enough to deter you. He’d smile and watch the twinkle in your eyes when you both came across a particularly marvelous work of art that you loved. Bucky had listened smittenly as you gushed about the way some pieces of art made you feel or the message you interpreted behind it all. Eventually, Bucky had begun to open up throughout the night to do the same. What felt like hours of enriched conversation and two people simply being in the moment.

Sometimes people don’t need candles and rose petals, sometimes people just need someone to talk to and feel just as down to earth with.

Unfortunately, neither of you had finished going through the whole museum together in one sitting.

Bucky had used that as the opportunity to salvage the situation; “I guess that means we’ll just have to come back together.” He’d said fondly when you both stopped at the mini-cafe built in the museum before you both left.

Instead of letting the date die down when the museum began closing for the night, you offered to bring the party back to your apartment instead. Tempting Bucky with a bottle of wine sitting in your kitchen so you two could just spend some more time together, he didn’t need too much convincing. Any excuse to stay close to you, to steal some of your time just a little longer before returning to his dull apartment.

‘How could I say no to you, doll?’ He had said, and you’d beamed at the small victory.

Truly, you hadn’t meant for it to end up where it was (not that you were complaining). When you asked Bucky to come into your apartment building, when you’d walked together hand in hand, you didn’t think you’d wind up like this. But somewhere between being plastered against Bucky’s backside and having the privilege to let your hands wander and explore tight leather hiding thick arms or the adrenaline of feeling the wind whipping in your hair, you’d started to become insatiable on the trip back.

Bucky had this way with you that made you feel like a teenager in love all over again.

Sure, he was quiet, but he was misunderstood. Soft and sweet, he had a compassionate heart and an intelligent mind, the gentle giant.

It’d taken some time to help Bucky bring down those walls initially - countless weeks you’d spent just trying to be his friend before he finally caved and agreed. He was a private person, you learned, but once peeling back all the layers, Bucky was amazing and worth all the work that went into opening him up. Creative and smart, a book-lover and funny, he was gentle and tender and emotional in every way that a man could be if they let themselves. He wasn’t afraid to be honest, but was instead afraid to voice that too loud. He wasn’t afraid to be emotional or vulnerable with those he trusted - not the unfeeling machine that so many had made him out to be. Bucky had simply needed someone who understood him - or was willing to if nothing else.

Once you’d gotten past all of it, all of the rough nights and moody days, it was worth it. You’d watched Bucky become something he never was before…

He was the one who had taken your relationship a step further.

Tentatively and timidly, might you add. Always endearing. He’d been anxious asking you to come out with him - as though he’d been fighting with himself for a long while on whether or not he should even ask. When he finally called you and asked if you’d like to go out on a date with him tonight - yes, he’d used date - you’d been elated.

And sure, you were moving a little too fast at that moment, but life is short and he’s already on seventy years of borrowed time. Bucky deserves to be loved.

Warm hand had rubbed up the length of Bucky’s bicep, and you gave his shoulder a squeeze when getting off of his motorcycle with a teasing glint in your eyes.

When he walked with you into the building, you hugged his left arm to your side - refusing for any additional space to come between the both of you as you prattled on about 'Birthday', by Dorothea Tanning and how you interpreted it as the door into the imagination, and Bucky was busy trying to remember which painting it was you were talking about - it was 'the winged scared cat-creature on the floor' that rejogged his memory.

Bucky was just happy you clung so easily to the cold and hard metal of his vibranium arm as if it were his own.

Turning into your hall, you’d begun to pull Bucky by the arm. Turning on your heel and offering him a smitten smile when you tugged him closer to your body in a backward walk. His eyes crinkled at the corners with his smile, his smile wide and showing off pretty white teeth. Even the sheepish duck of his head was precious when you led him into your apartment, finally excited to have time where it could be just you and Bucky without prying eyes.

"If you were eager to get home, you could've just said so," Bucky teased you, and you gave a playful smirk in response.

"M'not, I'm just excited to finally be alone with you." you'd cooed, attempting to make the words seductive but honestly they came more sentimental than anything.

The door gave way behind you when you twisted the knob with your one hand, the other still clutching to Bucky's sleeve. It didn't give Bucky a chance to respond to your retort when you tugged him right on into your apartment. Instead, it earned a chuckle that snapped into a gasp with your pull.

It was when that door shut that something came over you. Tucked into your own little corner of the world, you didn’t fear overwhelming Bucky with affection that made him uncomfortable. No worries about people gawking and making him feel out of place (or him being afraid of gawking, really).

When you both were just past the threshold of your apartment, you turned and used your foot to push the door shut. Fingers sliding up Bucky's arm, you used the moment to grab the lapels of his leather coat and step back - coming flush with the door and dragging Bucky right on into your tight space.

Hardly giving him a chance to protest. Wide cobalt eyes study you when you both are finally still, Bucky's hands hovering a little uselessly briefly and while shocked, still pleasantly surprised by your bravery.

"Someone is a little impatient," Bucky comments, expression softening. "Not impatient, just excited." You defend with a loving smile. "I could've sworn there was a bottle of wine mentioned..." Bucky trails. "Can you even get intoxicated?" You rhetorically question with a curious tilt of your head and a knowing grin. "Can't I drink for the taste like most people do?" Bucky retorts. "Touché."

You both fall into a small fit of giggles and soft laughs, the small talk helping to alleviate some of Bucky's nerves. His hands slowly come to settle on your sides since you're not budging from where you'd pressed flat against the door. Enjoying being wedged between a door and Bucky - you'd be crazy not to.

Despite the way, your mind is running a million miles a minute and your gaze can't seem to draw away from Bucky's pouty lips, Bucky doesn't seem to be picking up as easily on your advances. That's okay. He's always been worth the wait.

“...Did you have a good evenin’, doll?” he asks, flesh hand smoothing down to delicately rest on your hip.

“I was with you, wasn’t I?" Bucky looks at you for a beat as if slightly unconvinced... "Yes, Bucky. One of the best dates I've ever been on... ‘S a shame, I don’t want it to end.” You coo, drawing Bucky in closer until you’re both flush against each other. His left-gloved hand lifted to push your hair from your face tenderly.

“Who says it has to end right here?” Bucky hums with his signature playboy grin - no wonder why he had every girl in Brooklyn creaming their panties.

The low husk of his voice strikes you to your very core, allowing your imagination to run wild with the countless thoughts of what the man before you could really do if he tried. Really, it wouldn’t take much; Bucky already had you curled around his finger, whether he knew it or not was another question.

“I thought you’d never ask,” pleased, you lay your hands flat on Bucky’s chest. Feeling under his open coat and hands finding the expanse of muscle. You tilt your head back, biting your bottom lip seductively with a cheeky grin.

You aren’t ready to find Bucky’s eyes watching you so intently. The way he wets his bottom lip before worrying it between his teeth and releasing that pouty lip of his. Eyes boring right into you and keeping you pinned between him and the door. Ever so carefully, Bucky cups your cheek in his large gloved palm. There’s hardly a missed beat when you turn your head and nose affectionately into his palm, able to hear the soft whirring of the machinery before pressing a chaste kiss to leave behind.

“I had fun tonight,” You reiterate to him softly - the drag of your lips accentuated with every word against his palm.

“M’glad. You look good when you’re happy.” Bucky murmurs, but he seems distracted. Cobalt eyes follow every drag of your lips, Bucky exhales a shallow breath.

“I bet I could think of a few ways you could make me even happier, Bucky,” you singsong, hand sliding up over Bucky’s that hold your cheek to press affectionately into his touch. Always grateful for anything, nuzzling into him like a needy kitten.

Part of you is waiting for the next step. For him to make the next move - that’s the dance between you two. You step, and Bucky steps one more further. Playing off of each other. It doesn’t come.

“M’sure you could, sugar,” Bucky starts, and you’re waiting for the ‘But’... “But,” There it is. “Maybe we should slow down just a little. It’s been such a good night…”

“We could make it better,” you offer, and Bucky flushes slightly at the implication.

“...I don’t want to move too fast,” Bucky says after a pause in a hushed whisper - as though scared if he speaks any louder, the universe may come in and rip this good thing away from him as it has a history of doing.

“Listen, I care about you. And I had a really, really good time with you - I’m still so happy you agreed to come out with me. But you’re not- Not some dame. I’m not just trying to get into your pants, Y/N…” Bucky elaborates tentatively, and you watch him with understanding in your gaze.

“I know,” You softly lament. “You’re not that kind of fella, Bucky…” “I want you to feel comfortable with me - happy,” Bucky emphasizes, and for half a moment your heart hurts for the man in front of you. So convinced he’s still capable of doing harm, even after all of this time. “I can’t think of a time I’ve been uncomfortable around you at all, actually,” Softly you contest, and Bucky offers you a briefly amused smile.

“We can take our time,” Bucky presses; You can tell it’s more for him than it is for you. “Anything you need.” No questions about it. Nuzzling into Bucky’s palm, your lips form a chaste smile. “You’re too good to me, sugar…” “Funny, I’ve found myself thinking that all night.” Bucky finds humor in the words; expression softening and some of the tension that had begun to rebuild in him falling away. Bucky laughs. Soft, but rich. He leans in and presses a lingering kiss to your temple; Protective and loving. “Earlier, you said you had fun… So did I. This was one of the best nights in a while for me,” The admission comes with the feel of Bucky’s lips ghosting your skin. It’s distracting.

“I’m glad; You deserve good things, too, Bucky.” Something you tend to try to remind Bucky of often; You’ll slam that fact into his head until he one day decides to believe it for himself and see what everyone else sees. “You are my good thing,” he whispers even quieter; Unintentionally dropping the tone of his voice and sending shivers down your spine.

No words are exchanged when your hands lift and find Bucky’s defined jaw; cradling him gently and drawing him in for a deep but loving kiss. The first of many tonight.

Both you and Bucky had soon migrated from the door in the foyer to your cozy living room. You both struggled to keep space between one another; Lips meeting together over and over again. The only sound was your own heart pounding in your ears and the soft breaths between you and Bucky.

You were planted in his lap. Sat on strong, thick thighs - your arms draped around Bucky’s broad shoulders. His hands sat comfortably on your sides; gloves abandoned on the coffee table when he’d wanted to feel you. Not leather obstructing him from feeling the proper warmth of your flushed skin. His head tipped back to accommodate the way you had gained a few inches on him upon being seated in his lap.

Despite the way you two were entangled, it was nothing more than kisses. His hands hadn’t dared to venture below your belt, and while the kisses were definitely full of passion, it wasn’t the flame you were yearning and burning for. To respect Bucky’s request though, you didn’t proceed any further. Content with the taste of Bucky on your tongue, the warmth of his breath, and the barely there noises you were able to draw out of him that rumbled in his chest. His lips were soft and moved naturally against one another - It was a moment of euphoria.

Just the way your mouths slotted together alone was enough to rile you up; It’d been so long, and no one was as tender a lover as Bucky was with you. Each time he touched you, it was with consideration and care for what you wanted, what would feel good. Never in the means of his own self-gain. It made you that much more desiring of him; the connection that you both maintained had been there for months, it was simply that you both had finally begun to act on it.

You’d told yourself you’d be slow. Take this at your own pace. No one wants to rush into a relationship that has the potential to end messy. But there you were; Necking in your living room with Brooklyn’s finest bachelor since 1936. Truly, you were only human, and it hadn’t escalated further than that. Breathing each other in, heated and heavy. You hadn’t even done it intentionally.

One could only fault you so much when your hips rolled into Bucky’s. Formerly nestled still in his lap, you found yourself moving without thought. Grinding down into the soldier’s lap, it elicited a deep groan from his throat, and tilted his head down to pull your lips apart. His hands instinctively moved to your hips; Clutching moderately tight to still your ministrations. You relished in the subtle pressure that came with Bucky’s hands securely enough to hold you still for hardly a moment. It was enough time for you to have realized the mistake you’d made.

“Shit, I’m sorry–” you stammered between the both of you, and Bucky instead took a shallow inhale. “No, no– It… It was good. It felt good, it’s-... It’s just… been a while.” Bucky timidly expressed, cheeks flushed and breathless. You noticed how he struggled briefly to maintain a heated gaze with you, eyes averting before pinching shut altogether.

“Do we need to stop? It’s okay if we do, Bucky…” Let him know that he had that out if he needed it; You wouldn’t be upset.

That option left Bucky shaking his head profusely. “No,” he rasps out, and you can feel his breath fanning your face. Can still taste him on your lips. You’re both still so close… You can feel the faint flex of his fingers holding you. “I want to keep going… Just… Give me a moment, alright?” He requests, and you give him a comforting smile and an understanding nod.

Your fingers card up into Bucky’s disheveled locks and brush thick hair back from falling in his face. Some of the tension leaves his body when you press a chaste kiss to his temple.

“Whatever you need,” you softly let him know. You’re both still for a minute or two. Simply letting Bucky hold your hips while you kept some of the pressure on your knees - dug into the cushions on either side of his thick thighs. Soothingly rubbing your fingers through Bucky’s hair and giving him a tender hug he relishes in.

Then, slowly, he pulls you back down. Guiding your ass back into his lap and bodies coming flush together. The moment is experimental and you allow Bucky to take all the time he needs even if there is a burning in your thighs from the awkward position. Basking in the relief with a soft sigh and nosing into Bucky’s hair. His hands experimentally dare to explore a little further down. Rubbing from your waist down over your hips to the tops of your thighs. His hands feel like that of a bear's paws in comparison to your physique.

“How are we feeling…?” You ask, checking in on him. “A little better… I’ve been using that 4-7-8 breathing method my therapist recommended, actually,” Bucky says, and you can tell for a moment he just needs to play it by ear. Even if you both don’t do anything tonight, he’s worth the wait.

“Really? That’s good,” Indulging in the moment of chit-chat as his hands still continue the back-and-forth motion. Hypnotizing and leaving your thighs tingling.

Bucky’s reply comes in a soft hum, tilting his head down to nudge his nose at your neck. You tilt your head enough for him to burrow in the hollow of your throat and nose affectionately there. His warm breath makes your skin break out in goosebumps. You let out a shaky exhale before a sappy grin spreads across your face.

He begins to slowly mouth at the sensitive skin of your throat. Gentle kisses and the faint scratch of his stubble that initially tickles enough to make you wiggle in his lap.

“Bucky!” You squeak and you feel the grin against your skin.

“Easy, easy…” Bucky lowly tells you and it burns into your core. It’s easy to go lax when he’s the voice coaxing you back. “Good doll,” Bucky says with a chuckle - clearly teasing but it makes you feel warm and fuzzy inside.

“M’ticklish,” You defend as your arms squeeze around his shoulders. “I can tell. Might come in handy one day…” His lips still ghost over your skin; ever so distracting.

“You wouldn't.” “I might,” Bucky says, his voice smooth but thick like honey.

A playful pinch to Bucky’s shoulder makes him surrender with a laugh before tipping his head up to press your foreheads together again. This time you’re surprised to find his eyes meeting yours head-on.

“Thank you for being understanding,” Bucky addresses the elephant in the room, traces of anxiety in those gray eyes. “I’m still trying to learn how to let myself be with someone else…”

The words feels so raw; A hushed confession and a moment Bucky is being fully honest with you. Not hiding from it or skirting around it - communicating his boundaries and being able to give himself the time he needs. Your chest swells with pride for the man before you in his growth; You’re so inlove.

“It’s okay, really. I’m not here just to get into your pants, Bucky. I care about you, and we can go as fast or as slow as you need.” You affirm, always wanting Bucky to know that. That he’s safe with you the way you are with him.

“I know,” he whispers, tipping his head up a little further to let your lips brush. “It’s why I like you so much…”

You smile, unable to help but feel a fluttering in your chest. Bucky draws you the rest of the way to press your lips together again. Starting from scratch so that Bucky is able to be more expecting and prepared this time. The build-up doesn’t bother you in the slightest, and it doesn’t take the both of you long to build up where you once were. Bucky’s comfortable kissing you. It’s everything else that daunts him.

Bucky is the one who holds your hips tight against his lap as he gives an experimental roll of his hips up into your ass; feeling the semi-bulge through his jeans. You gasp against his lips, and he seizes the moment to lick hot into your mouth. He doesn’t do it again; Teasing you and inviting you to take the next step. Experimentally, you return the gesture when you grind against Bucky’s lap. It draws a noise from both of you at that time.

“Yeah..,” Bucky huskily groans. “That’s good, fuck…” Bucky’s praise eggs you on to keep pressing down into Bucky. Rotating your hips to allow both of you to grind through your clothes; Traces of Bucky’s arousal evident in his jeans.

He steals your breath with a claiming kiss. Strong hands trailing up your thighs to test the waters. Feeling over the swell of your ass and encouraging you to keep pressing down into him. Rutting against his constricted and half-swelled cock. You’re unsure what to do with your hands other than planting them firmly on Bucky’s chest as you grind your sexes together. Fingers curling into bunch fabric of his shirt as Bucky’s head tilts to deepen your kiss further.

With each second that passes, you feel dizzier. High on the endorphins and lack of oxygen - your chest felt warm and fuzzy. Kissed senseless as Bucky’s firm hands squeeze the globes of your ass and rips a needy keen from your throat, drawing your grinds to a controlled halt. Right when you fear as though you might be too light-headed from the lack of air, Bucky shows some mercy. Freeing your lips and leaving you to gasp; Bucky licking his lips with a satisfied grin.

“I think I taste mint, did you pop a tic-tac earlier when I wasn’t looking…?” Bucky breathlessly teases, both of you so close that you can feel his smile. In that moment, you’re simply trying to return to Earth for a moment between soft, airy breaths.

When you will yourself to finally look at Bucky again, his eyes are blown. His black pupils swallowing the blue of his eyes; leaving behind a thin ring. Something inside of him looks livelier than you’ve ever seen, Bucky’s cheeks flushed and lips swollen.

“Jesus, Bucky,” is all you manage, earning a cheeky grin from Bucky - proud. “Speechless? I’m relieved to know after nearly a century I haven’t gotten rusty… It’d be embarrassing if I was 107 and didn’t know how to kiss,” Bucky jokes, and something inside of you feels so warm and fuzzy.

That you both can joke while still being in the moment and grinding into each other moments prior.

“Cocky, are we soldier?” You hum after regaining some of your composure, hands lifting to hold his face. Before Bucky has a chance to speak, the wiggle of your hips draws a reminder of the length in his jeans. Bucky chokes on a stifled groan low in his throat at the way you frott into him.

“Very funny,” he asks, still slightly out of breath.

“You took me by surprise,” you admit softly, “You never seem so brave…” “Frankly, sugar, it’s… Been a really long time. I’ve spent a too long runnin’ and not getting to actually feel alive - I’m not just surviving anymore. It’s taken time and it’ll still take more, but you make me feel better.” Bucky confesses fondly, and you snort with amusement. Pressing a loving kiss to his lips.

“Sap.” You murmur between soft pecks. “Only you could turn something hot into something sweet.” “Can’t we have both?” Bucky cooes. “Absolutely.”

This time, you take lead. Pecking kisses down from Bucky’s lips, over his stubbled cheek and defined jaw. His head tilts back to accommodate the way you nudge, leaving open-mouth kisses in your wake. Sucking the salty skin to leave behind loving bruises that will only last so long with Bucky’s healing factor. He groans; Adam’s apple bobbing when you stamp kisses back up his neck to the juncture of his ear and jaw. A soft kiss before you take a playful nip at his earlobe and send shivers racking through the man under you. “Oh, babydoll,” Bucky sighs airly, taking it upon himself to guide your hips. You move on your own accord as Bucky grinds you into his lap; Moving you back and forth to rut together through your clothes. You don’t have to do any of the work, instead just taking some time to give Bucky the loving he deserves.

When you peer at his face, his eyes are closed. Lashes kissing the tops of his cheeks and lips parted with soft breaths; the occasional clench of teeth pulls out a gravelly rumble from his chest. All of it has you so hot, so riled up. It’s just the two of you alone in the apartment; The air is charged with electricity between the two of you. The scrape of your teeth makes Bucky’s lips curl into a devious grin.

“You’re doin’ so good for me,” Bucky praises. “My pretty baby, yeah… God– Do you feel what you do to me, honey…?” Bucky’s voice was hoarse, the friction working him up just as much as it was you. The throbbing between your legs was becoming insatiable - your answer coming in a whimper as you sucked another purpling bruise into Bucky’s throat.

Your hips move enthusiastically. Trying to meet Bucky for every grind; Becoming too much for him to handle at one point.

“Sl-Slow down, baby… Easy, we’ve got time,” he attempts to coax, but you’re busy chasing that high at that moment. You want to make Bucky feel good - this is doing that for him; Pleasing him.

“What’s wrong, big guy?” You ask with an airy giggle, nosing up to Bucky’s ear. Your lips press against the shell of his ear; “I can’t get enough of you touching me, Bucky. I just want to make you come, thinking about it turns me on so much…”

You don’t realize until it’s too late what the words do to him, whispered out right in his ear. Bucky’s nose scrunches up and his jaw goes slack. His body becomes taut underneath you; Hands clutching hard and leaving a dull ache in your bones despite the way you’re still trying to move. Bucky’s hips stutter harshly, and suddenly he’s gasping out. Moaning low and breathy as he rides out his orgasm with half-hearted bucks up into your ass.

Your eyes widen with a sense of wonder as Bucky comes undone in those short few seconds. His lips curl into a perfect ‘o’ and he shudders, eyes pinched shut. “Ohhhh fuuuck,” Bucky moans, long and drawn out, and there’s not a hotter sight than Bucky Barnes coming because of you. You smile; Pleased with yourself and priding yourself on the fact of being able to be the one to do this to Bucky. You continue the grueling roll of your hips into his hard dick - little left to the imagination while your fingers tangle in his hair and you hold him close. Watching his face all the while; Not wanting to miss a single moment.

Bucky rides it out until he’s left with beads of sweat misting his hairline, panting with the rise and fall of his chest. Taking his time, licking his lips before seemingly becoming sheepish of how easily he’d just fallen apart. No warning; It’s been so long since he’s had another sexual partner to experience these things within a positive environment.

Your hips only stop when he’s well and done, knowing that most guys half the time are one-and-done. “That… That felt really good, m’sorry, it’s– it’s different. With, y’know, someone else… Versus alone…” Bucky manages awkwardly, and you simply draw him in for a lingering kiss.

“I understand,” You murmur comfortingly against his lips. “You can clean up in the bathroom; I don’t have anything in your size for underwear, unfortunately, but I can find a pair of flannel bottoms that might fit…” “What about you?” Bucky asks, raising a brow. “Me?” “You.. You didn’t get to… Y’know.”

It’s oddly endearing how he worries about the fact that you weren’t able to get off the way he had. “What, we’re afraid to use adult language now?” You tease, and Bucky rolls his eyes. “M’bein’ serious. I want you to feel good…” Bucky says, rubbing your thighs soothingly. “I can get it up again if you give me a minute.” He adds, and for a moment you’re confused before placing the answer upon a super soldier refractory period.

“You’d be comfortable with that..?” You ask with a curious tilt, and Bucky bites his lips together; you can see the lingering daze in his eyes from the post-orgasm haze. “No,” he answers almost nervously. “I… Tonight has been a lot already. I don’t think I want to go there yet…” And you expect it to end there, but: “I have something else in mind, though.”

“Oh, do you now…?” you muse, curious. “Have you ever heard of mutual masturbation…?”

You’re both sat facing one another on the couch; One of your legs tucked under your body and pants long abandoned to the floor leaving you in nothing but your underwear. You’d felt far less reluctance than Bucky had when it came to stripping down; The layers shed easily as your anticipation festered more and more to the surface.

You’d be lying if you said you weren’t excited. You’ve known Bucky for a while now, and let’s not lie to yourself - He’s a good-looking man who can do things with a single look. The ‘Barnes Charm’ he was so popular for when he was young was still there; Showing itself in small flickers of moments from time to time. The only instances in acting on it on your behalf were in the comfort of your bedroom, alone in the sheets. No one’s business but yours.

But now you’re there with him and no one else. No one to disturb your private moment.

Touch was something that was hard for Bucky - he’d expressed that to you when he stammered over what he’d been asking of you. That he’d rather watch one another right then.

Bucky had no problem drinking you in, either. His eyes were fixed on every movement you made - when you’d peeled your shirt off his eyes followed the expanse of glowing skin and studied it all. Every curve and slope of your body; There was no question of how enamored he was with you. It was the first time in a long time you’d felt truly seen. Someone who wasn’t just trying to get into your pants but found you breathtaking.

It was flattering; You could feel the heat in your cheeks and the way it flustered you to be looked at in awe. There was something about Bucky that made you feel perfect. He was a man that was genuine in everything he did; Not much of a people-pleaser if he doesn’t have to be. Arguably a little stubborn, actually. You knew nothing about the way he looked at you was feigned.

He chews his lip as his eyes study you. Leaned more forward from where he’s sat sideways on his half of the couch. Left hand clutching the back of the couch cushion, Bucky had that familiar bulge in his jeans (which were now unbuttoned and peeled open to show off his navy blue briefs).

“You look so perfect, doll…” Bucky murmurs lovingly after a moment, and your heart melts in your chest.

The words felt too intimate for you to accept easily, but you didn’t want to reject the compliment either. So rather than reply verbally, you leaned back into the cushion propped up behind you and drew your right leg up; Pressed into the back of the couch. Your right leg dangles off the side of the couch and leaving you exposed to Bucky. A welcome invitation if he decides to change his mind and wants to touch you.

Bucky breath hitches; shuddering out a slow exhale through his nose. His gaze is hungry, his hand thoughtlessly moving to his own groin to palm the returning erection.

“I’ll love you right, one of these days, sugar.” Bucky promises with a lick of his lips. “This is just fine for tonight, Bucky,” You reassure him, and his gaze racks up to your face. “Thank you again for understanding,” And the softness in his hungry eyes sends a cold desire to your core - something more intimate about that look than the one threatening to eat you whole. “Anything for you.” You tell him, meaning every word.

With that, you make a deliberate show of teasing your fingers down your chest and tummy before slinking between your legs.

“Aww, that’s it, sugar,” Bucky hums fondly with a breathy chuckle. “Eager little thing, gonna put on a pretty show for me..?”

“Only if you promise to do the same; This is just as much for me as it is for you,” You tease affectionately, mood defiled when you trace your hole with your middle and ring finger. The pads of your fingers are cold on sensitive skin, leaving you to shiver and sigh out an airy moan.

“M’not in nearly as a rush as you are, sweetheart.” Bucky hums, and you catch the way his hand slides down to palm at his cock through his underwear. “So excited to be on display, are we?” “Just for you,” you exhale, preening at the way he looks at you while experimentally dipping the tips of your fingers into your wet and wanting hole.

“Thank God, might have to wring someone by the neck if I gotta share a sight as sweet as this...” The tone is playful and joking, but there are traces of genuine possessiveness in Bucky’s voice. The idea alone is enough to have you showing off; gathering the wetness and making a deliberate show of smearing it over glistening skin. Bucky licks his lips with a look as though he wants to eat you alive.

Atleast it’ll give him something to look forward to for when you both do get to the point you can be physically comfortable with intimacy. You can have more than enough fun with this.

“Mother, mary, n’ joseph…” Bucky drawls; that Brooklyn accent of his coming through thick with the rumble of his words. He relaxes back into the couch while you continue the steady stroke of teasing yourself, playing with your clit and leaving your cunt throbbing. Bucky properly slides his jeans down his thighs and bunches his briefs along with them.

The evidence of his previous orgasm smeared in his soiled briefs, his cock thick and bobbing at the cool air. Bucky hisses through his teeth before spitting into his hand and stroking himself off languidly.

“Don’t stop, sweetheart. Keep touchin’ yourself for me, I wanna see how you like it…” the words were hummed low, squeaking a moan out of you with just the way he spoke to you alone. “Aww, did you like that, baby? Like the way I talk to you..?”

You bite your lip, swallowing back the noises and answering Bucky’s question in a profuse nod. Fingers still insistently tracing yourself to that sweet spot, you could feel the slow knot building in the pit of your tummy.

“Ah, ah, ah… If m’gonna talk, I wanna hear those sweet noises, babydoll. Sing for me,” Bucky cooes with a breathy chuckle, still fucking his fist on the length of his cock. Pre-come beading at the slit and making the tip glisten with the signs of his arousal.

“Oh, Bucky,” You wantonly mewl out, surprising yourself with how helpless you sound. Trailing your slick fingers down to press the tip of your middle finger into your weeping cunt. Experimentally pressing in, having been pent up for what felt likes ages and aching for relief.

“That’s it, baby,” Bucky’s hand begins to speed up over his aching cock; His thickness jerking in his palm whenever you make a particularly sweet noise. “Show me how you stuff that needy cunt; I wanna see how you - fuck - take care of yourself…”

You moan for Bucky; needy and high and airy. It just feeds into his own arousal as he jerks off across from you. His own groans deep and rough - Piercing gaze keeping you pinned to the couch. Unable to look away from the way Bucky’s gaze bore into you.

His eyes watch you expectantly; Waiting for you to do what he’s asked. You oblige.

Your fingers press knuckle-deep into your cunt; Experimentally thrusting into your channel and leaving your back to arch slightly off the arm of the couch.

“Oh,” you mewl out, fingers driving into your hole, stretching your tightness and leaving your arousal to spill out.

Bucky jerks his thick cock, hand sliding easily and the ministration made easier by the pre-come that spills over his fist. He shifts his hips, licking his lips and grinning at the way you fuck yourself open.

“Look at you, such a pretty baby,” Bucky breathes low between pants for air. “If I didn’t know any better I’d have thought you – mmh, god - were waitin’ for this. So eager to get that hole wet…”

The way Bucky talks to you makes your chest flutter. Your face feels hot, gasping as it drives the way you fuck your hole. Watching the up-stroke on Bucky’s cock - imagining the length sliding home into you and whimpering at the thought. Your eyes screw shut, the room filled with the slick sounds of your fingers in your hole.

“Oh no, babydoll, open those pretty eyes. I want you to watch me,” Bucky demands, and your eyes open on command. “Yeah, that’s it… Good baby, see this?” Bucky stops the stroking of his dick to let his fingers wrap around the girth and give a little tap of the tip to his thigh. Showing off the girth and his thick balls.

“Yeah, yeah this is all for you, honey. M’so hard for you, all for you…” The rumble of his voice was soothing as it was arousing.

“Bu-Bucky,” you squeak past trembling lips. Thighs softly quaking — Bucky’s words could get you off alone. Who knew he was such a filthy talker?

“I’m right here, sugar. ‘S okay, make yourself feel good. Don’t gotta hold back for nothin’, show me, pretty thing. I wanna see it all…” It’s permission if you’ve ever heard it, and suddenly at that moment, you realize how dependent Bucky’s say was over your building orgasm. As if your body knew it was waiting on his approval before you could let yourself come undone.

Your legs draw up to clench your thighs – Stopping yourself when you remember Bucky’s eyes are still fixed upon your flushed body. Watching the hypnotizing display of the quick work you made fingering your needy cunt while he relished int he display. Stroking his cock languidly before building up a pace that matched your own; Wanting to follow your arousal with you.

Just because you both weren’t touching doesn’t mean he couldn’t work with you.

It doesn’t take much; Not that it surprises you. You’d been pent up from the previous grinding into one another; hot and bothered by kisses that gave you a hint of what more could be like.

While your one hand is busy playing with your nub, your free hand smooths up to ruck up your shirt. Bucky’s dilated eyes light up even more when your hand moves under your top; Rolling a nipple between your fingers and drawing even more whorish noise from your swollen lips.

Bucky downright growls, hips arching subtly off the couch as he fucks up into his fist.

“Fuck, you like to play with your nipples, baby? Aww, bet you’re so sensitive… Mm, fuck, yea… M’gonna love gettin’ my hands on you when we’re ready. Gonna learn every nook n’ cranny of you; Wanna worship that pretty body of yours.”

He keeps talking like that; each word straight to your aching core and leaving you soaked. Bucky picks up on it in the way you get louder — noisier.

“You like that? Of course you do — who knew you were so fuckin’ filthy, sugar? Aw, m’gonna come, baby,” Bucky’s voice even until it begins to find a sense of urgency towards the end. A sharp breath from him, both of your hands moving while you watch one another. Pleasuring yourselves and being your most intimate selves; On display for one another.

Your jaw is slack, gasping and moaning out pitiful squeaks while you touch yourself. Bucky’s hand moves smoothly over his arousal, the sound of skin on skin as he jerks himself off.

“Oh, oh fuck, please, I-I’m gonna come, Bucky,” you cry out, and Bucky thumbs at the tip of his cock; wrist twisting towards the head.

“Come for me, baby. C-Cream all over your pretty fingers — come for me, come for me,” Bucky’s words drive you over the edge.

Your walls flutter emptily; begging to be filled as you come undone under your fingers. It’s cloud nine, riding out your high on your familiar fingers. Thighs trembling and soaked with your wetness, hips canting up into nothing as you finish on your fingers. Gasping and squealing out until you’re reduced to pathetic whimpers.

Bucky watches you all the while. Fucking his fist and growling out through his bared teeth when you come. Reaching his own orgasm and painting his fist in thick stripes of creamy white that you want to lick clean. He pants, face flushed as his cock spills his heavy load. Staining the denim of his jeans and leaving a mess (though he’s careful of the couch).

You both slump into the couch, still facing one another when the high has passed. Panting for air, the smell of sex and sweat heavy in the air. You’re the one to break the quiet with an airy giggle, which Bucky grinds widely in response to.

“Are you alright, honey..?” Bucky asks curiously, his own voice hoarse and quiet. “Perfect. How’s about a shower…? You’ve already seen me from the stomach down, I’ve already seen your dick. That’s practically all we have. Nothing to hide,” you offer with a roughness to your own voice, swallowing thickly. You smile, still lingering in the soft air of the post-orgasmic haze.

“Sounds perfect, baby. I’ll go get the shower runnin’, okay?” Bucky offers, tucking his mess back into his underwear (he won’t be wearing them much longer anyways). Scooting forward, he uses his clean hand to cup the back of your head and press a gentle kiss to your temple.

You nod with a soft, ‘mhm’. Enjoying the settling moment's peace and serenity despite the cooling wetness coating your thighs. Moving will be awful but it was well worth it.

Bucky certainly leaves an impression. Kicking off the evening with flowers and a ride to the art museum, strolling the halls lovingly with him while partaking in art, only to come back to your apartment and masturbate together. Bucky might be more full of surprises than you thought. You couldn’t be more excited.

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I Get Scared Too

♡ Pairing: tfatws!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

♡ Summary: You have a close call during a mission, and back at the compound Bucky seems to be distant and cold towards you.

♡ Warnings: angst, fluff, reader injury, mentions of gunfire, hints to anxiety attack

A/N: this idea was from a dream i had (im a lucid dreamer). i have been writing in a dream journal since elementary school, so you can imagine the dreams i have jotted down 😭

The mission hadn’t gone to plan, shocker, but everyone kept all their limbs and were able to walk back to the quinjet.

You had a close call, you didn’t see the previously passed out agent sitting back up raising his gun to your back. Obviously before he could fire somewhere vital, Natasha had taken him down, faltering his aim. Although the bullet had skimmed you deep on your hip.

It was hardly life threatening, but Natasha being a protective best friend, scolded you for being reckless. You knew her intentions were good, and that she cared about you, but it didn’t stop you from being annoyed at her treating you like a kid.

She eventually walked to the other side of the quinjet, leaving you to your thoughts. You thought you had done really well, taking down twice as many enemies than last time. But of course, everyone always focused on your flaws, what you had done wrong.

When the quinjet finally landed back at the compound, you were the first one out, having a slight limp from the discomfort in your hip. But otherwise didn’t mind it, you wanted to find your favorite person and tell them all about the mission.

“FRIDAY, where’s Bucky?” You called out to the air once you were inside.

“Bucky is currently in his room, Miss (Y/n).” She announced, making you smile in excitement.

The mission had only been a three day trip, but you had missed him the second you stepped on the quinjet.

Arriving at his door, you knocked three times, hearing shuffling from inside. The door swung open to reveal an unhappy looking Bucky, causing your smile to waver. Assuming he was just having a bad day, you smiled wider and stepped forward to hug him.

“Hi Buck, I missed you.” You mumbled into his chest, squeezing him tighter when you didn’t feel him hug back.

His body tensed, and immediately you released him and stepped back. You were confused at what was wrong, his face was cold. You were hurt that he hadn’t hugged you back, wondering if you had done something to make him mad.

“Missed ya too um... You should go (Y/n).” He spoke finally, his voice holding annoyance.

You blinked up at him and shook your head, fully confused now.

“Buck wha— what’s going on?” You asked hesitantly, anxious that Bucky was being so short with you so suddenly and you didn’t know why.

“Nothing, I just wanna be alone.” He told you, and your heart broke for two reasons.

One, the thought of Bucky having an episode and you weren’t here for him made your heart hurt.

And two, he always came to you when he was upset and the fact that he didn’t want you with him… It stung.

You stared at him as your eyes started to water, your bottom lip starting to quiver. Your heart ached, but you wanted to respect his need for space. You didn’t know what else to say, and considering the lump forming in your throat, you decided to keep it short.

“Alright yeah, of course. I’ll… See you at dinner then.” You told him, watching him retreat back into his room and slam the door, making you flinch.

You were frozen in place, staring at the door expecting him to come back out and tell you it was all a prank. But several minutes passed and you were still staring at the door.

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You pushed the food around on your plate, keeping your eyes casted down. You had tried to get Bucky's attention, ever since you watched with glossy eyes as he passed his usual seat next to you, and instead sat at the other end of the table. He was avoiding your direction and never attempted to make eye contact.

Bucky giving you the cold shoulder, being silent with you was extremely painful. Considering how well you two communicated and talked, you were the one who had brought him out of his shell. It hurt so bad your chest ached physically.

Out of nowhere, you were slamming your fork down on the plate with a loud clank, causing everyones attention to snap to you.

"What's the matter with you cupcake?" Tony asked you, taking a sip from his wine glass.

Feeling embarrassed from everyones stares, you snuck a glance at Bucky at the end of the table, surprised when you met his concerned eyes.

You scoffed, shaking your head in bewilderment. He had no right to act concerned, after ignoring you. You almost felt bad for him, thinking he was having a bad day, but after you watched him chatter playfully at dinner with everyone, you realized it was only you he didn't want to speak to.

"Hello? Earth to (Y/n)!?" Tony announced, banging on the table to get your attention when he noticed you spacing out.

Everyone was concerned about you by now, all watching you carefully. You glared at Bucky and stood up without answering Tony, pushing your chair back and quickly exiting the dining room.

"Must be her time of the month." Tony mumbled, earning a slap to the back of the head from the redhead next to him. "Ow... What?!"

"Shut up Tony." Natasha rolled her eyes, turning to Bucky and giving him a 'What did you do' look.

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Laying in bed on your side, you pulled the blanket tighter to your chest with a sniffle. You began to turn over on your other side when your hip throbbed painfully at the movement. The waves of pain had your body shuttering, your eyes filling with fresh tears, rolling down your flushed cheeks.

You blamed your tears on your hip pain, but all the emotions you’d piled up since you’d gotten back from the mission was weighing on you now.

Light knocks sounded from your door, causing you to tense up and turn your back to the door. You didn’t feel like talking to anyone, especially if it was him.

“(Y/n)? I know you heard me.” Natasha muttered, opening the door, letting herself in.

“What do you want Nat?” You snapped, not meaning to take out your frustrations on her.

“You wanna tell me what’s going on? Your little scene downstairs has everyone worried.” She told you, earning a scoff from you, still refusing to face her.

“It’s nothing.” You sighed, wishing she could leave so you could attempt to sleep your issues away.

“Didn’t seem like nothing.” She retorted, huffing in annoyance when you stayed silent.

You were staring at the wall, biting your lip, trying to hold in your built up emotions. Too busy to notice Natasha whispering to another person entering the room. It was when you felt the edge of the bed behind you dip down that snapped your attention back.

“Hey doll,” Bucky greeted, “How’s your hip?”

You twisted your body back facing his worried form, but your eyebrows were furrowed on how he even knew about your injury.

“How did you…”

“Nat told me.”

Rolling your eyes, you were cursing under your breath. Throwing the blanket over your head in attempt to hide.

Your blanket cocoon was quickly ripped away by Bucky, pulling the blanket all the way down below your knees. His eyes dancing around your bandaged hip, clenching his jaw at the red seeping through the white gauze.

“(Y/n), is your hip feeling okay? Do we need to change it—“

“I’m fine!” You snapped, “Now go away.”

You we’re looking everywhere but his eyes, knowing you’d break down if you saw the disappointment in them.

Bucky was taken a back, but he couldn’t be all that angry when he’d brought all this on himself. He just got into this weird headspace when he’d heard the mission report, hearing that you’d been hurt. He realized it wasn’t fatal, but he didn’t like seeing his girl hurt at all. He realized he took it a little too far, he didn’t mean to make you upset the way he did. He’d shut you out and he felt like his old self when he’d first arrived at the compound again. Anxious and closed off, pushing you away when he really wanted to pull you into his arms and tell you how much he loves you.

“Doll, talk to me.” He practically begged, his metal arm whirring, having to stop himself from reaching out to touch you.

“Why are you ignoring me?” You rushed out, your voice louder than you intended it to be, “Is it because I messed up on the mission? A-are you disappointed in me or something? Huh?”

Your chest was rising and falling in a fast rhythm, your mind going haywire at the possibilities of why Bucky was suddenly indifferent with you. Your throat felt like it was tightening up.

Bucky stayed silent, his heart hurting, feeling terrible for making you feel this way.

You couldn’t stop your mind from producing the awful thoughts, and like a switch had been flipped, the dam inside of you cracked. The tears wouldn’t stop, your sobs painful sounding

“Is it… Is it because you— I— Do you not love m-me anymore?” You wheezed out.

Bucky snapped out of his silent trance, his hands cupping your face, brushing away the tear streaks.

“Baby no…” He hushed, trying to stop your mind from torturing yourself.

“I’m so sorry Buck, I-I love you so much and I…” You hiccuped, “If I did something— If I’m not good enough—“

“No Doll hey… Stop that,” He cooed, “You haven’t done anything wrong, okay?”

“Bu-but you…”

“I know baby, I’ve been a dick. I shouldn’t of shut you out like that I was just… I was scared.” Bucky confessed, your tears and breathing slowing down, you sitting silent besides the occasional hiccup.

“I still… I don’t understand?” You thought out loud.

Bucky breathed heavily, swallowing the forming lump in his throat. He scooted closer to you, pulling your form closer to him, and you let him.

“(Y/n), you have no idea how scared I was when I heard you had gotten hurt.” He started, watching your face soften at his wavering voice.

“Buck, I’m okay though.” You reassured him, grabbing his palms, rubbing your thumb comfortingly over the back of his hand.

“I know baby, but… I couldn’t help but think if you got hurt on a mission and—“ He panted out, “And you didn’t make it.”

Your heart ached at the pain laced in his words, him holding onto your hands in a desperate grip.

“Buck..”

“I know that doesn’t give me an excuse to be a dick to you I… I just get into this headspace every time you are headed back from a mission, when I’m waiting to hear that you’re alright and… When I heard you had gotten hurt— I just assumed the worst.” He finished.

The disappointment was clear on his face, but it wasn’t directed toward you, it was directed to himself.

You understood that he meant no harm, and you felt incredibly bad that he suffered so much while you were gone, you thought it was the other way around. You felt extremely loved in a sense, feeling lucky enough to have someone worry as deep as he did for you.

“Buck, you should’ve just told me how you were feeling from the start. You know I’d listen,” You paused, doubt clouding your thoughts, “You still trust me enough to talk to me… Right?”

Bucky immediately nodded his head, cupping your face, hearing your faltering voice.

“Of course I do baby, I trust you with my life.” He reassured you, “I don’t know why I got like that.”

“I know why,” You started, cradling his face, watching him snuggle his cheek deeper into your palm, “You have a good heart, and sometimes having a good heart can be overwhelming, because you can care so much about something.”

“I don’t want a good heart if it’s going to make me act that way.” He whispered sadly, lowering his eyes.

“That’s the thing about having a good heart,” You lifted his head slightly so his eyes met yours, “Its not something you can just change, it’s a part of you.”

He gazed from each eye, to your lips, then back up to your eyes, mesmerized by your beauty and soul. How could you be so forgiving and caring towards him?

“I’m so sorry I shut you out (Y/n), I love you and I will never do something like that again.” He promised, lifting and pulling you into his lap, curling his arms around your frame. Sitting his chin on top of your head.

You snuggled your face into his neck, wrapping your arms around him protectively.

“It’s okay Buck, I get scared too.”

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The President’s Daughter

Part 1

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Mature content, SMUT, NSFW, BDSM, Dom/Sub, Blowjob, Masturbation, Name Calling, Praise Kink, Fingering, Possessiveness, Ordering, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Non-con themes

You stared at your phone in the car, reading the news article that popped up and caught your attention. It was about the deadly assassin, The Winter Soldier. It had been all over the news of Hydra trying to take over this country, infiltrating S.H.I.E.L.D, killing innocent and important people. Hydra agents were undercover all over the government. It was hard to know who to trust. With your father being the president of the United States, security was tighter now, and he was working hard to take down Hydra with the help of the avengers and their agents. And with that, that meant security for you was even tighter.

You were currently on your way home from work. You were sat in the back of the SUV with your driver Michael up front and Bruno, your other security guard. It was quite scary, all this war and fighting from these evil people. You didn’t quite understand it all and wasn’t sure if you wanted to really know but it was enough to know that these people were dangerous and serious. Your father had been stressing about this so much, having meetings every hour, phone calls with S.H.I.E.L.D, gathering as much information about Hydra as possible to end them quickly and effectively. Your mother had bene worrying non-stop about it all. The only person who was chilled was your brother who acted like this wasn’t a big deal. But perhaps he was just trying to lighten the mood for everyone.

At first you weren’t exactly jumping for joy about the increase in security. Yes, you were the president’s daughter but having someone always looking over your shoulder was bloody annoying and tiring. But you didn’t argue with your father and accepted the increase of men by your side. Besides, there were some benefits to that.

You sighed softly to yourself, flicking the news article away and shaking your head.

“It’s crazy isn’t it” you said softly, speaking out loud to the two men up front.

“What is?” Bruno asked, looking over his shoulder.

“This stuff with Hydra, the winter soldier” you murmured.

Working as a junior doctor, your workload had increased drastically. More and more people were coming in the emergency room, bodies ridden with blood, cuts, burns, bruises. With all the killing going on, it had made your life stressful as well. but you’d do anything to save anyone and help anyone in need. You remember the argument with your father about working during this whole debacle and you insisted to carry on. Your country needed you and you weren’t just going to hide away in your room while others got hurt.

“Don’t worry Miss, everything will be fine” Michael piped up and you offered a small smile.

“Yeah” you whispered and stared out the window as you carried on home, your mind still on Hydra and its deadliest assassin. The Winter Soldier was one of the most dangerous people. He’s had over two dozen confirmed kills, speciality training with hand-to-hand combat and firearms, super strength, and speed. He was a man you didn’t want to run into or be on the receiving end.

You finally reached home, pulling into the long driveway and parking up. You gathered your bag and jacket and just as you were about to open the door, Bruno opened it, stepping out the way for you.

“Thanks Bruno” you said politely and hurried inside. You were safe here, but you still didn’t want to be out long in the open air, just encase anyone was lurking about. But the security team around the White House was airtight that no one could get in. the house was empty, apart from the security team of course. Your mother and father were currently out having a meeting with the avengers about new strategies to take down Hydra and your brother was scouting out weapons for the US military to use. You were glad you weren’t involved in any of that, it would only make you over think and worry more about it all. Not to mention you didn’t have a clue about what weapons were best and the best strategy for taking down a terrorist group.

You made you way upstairs into your bedroom, smiling gently at the guards you passed and entered you room. Throwing your bag and jacket on the chair, you slipped out of your shoes and let the soft carpet eat up your feet, instantly relaxing. You had a long day at work and now you wanted a quick nap to relax and forget about all that was happening. You took once last glance at your phone, clearing away some emails before throwing it on the desk, hearing it clatter loudly.

You turned to venture to your bed but were stopped suddenly. A small sharp gasp escaped your lips as you stood frozen like a statue, eyes wide with shock and shoulders tensed up.

Standing on the other side of your room was the Winter Soldier.

He was tall, intimidating as he stood there, his cold blue steel eyes locked on your face. he wore some leather tactical gear across his chest with a hardness holding many weapons to his sides. His dark place pants had pockets galore and again held what looked like knifes against his thighs and ankles. His large boots were laced up tightly and he wore knees pads. His face was dominating with a black mask covering his mouth so only his eyes were seen which made them more menacing. He was exactly as the news had described him… dangerous.

And who could forget his metal arm. The shiny long arm dangled on his left side, glinting in the warm lights of your bedroom and his fingers flexing, metal clinking softly. But what frightened you most was the gun in his hand. Your heart was slamming against your chest, the feeling almost painful and your stomach was now a tight ball of nervous and sickness.

The Winter Soldier was standing in your bedroom, gun at the ready. He was here to kill you, there was no other explanation. Hydra were taking over and now they were coming for you and your family.

There was a guard right outside in the hallway. All you needed was to give a shout for help and they’d come barrelling in here, gun also at the ready to take out anyone who was going to put you in harm’s way. But would they be a match for the deadliest person on the planet. There had also been a panic button installed in your room, one by your bed and the other by the door. You moved to quickly to press it to alert the guards outside but were stopped.

“Ah ah” The Winter Soldier held his gun up to you, target sighted and acquired. He took a step forward, gun still pointed at you, and you gulped.

“Phone” he held his hand out, the flesh one open and ready to take your phone. You felt a wave of nerves inside your belly as he asked for it. His voice was muffled under the mask, but you heard loud and clear.

No, you thought. If he takes your phone away, the chances of someone finding you if he kidnaps you are gone. Of course, there was a tracker in the phone that could be traced for anything like that. you swallowed the hard lump in the back of your mouth before picking up your phone. You were frozen in place, not wanting to move but with the gun looking right at you, you had no choice. You shuffled on the carpet, tiny little steps taking you towards the deadly man in front and you held out your phone for him. he took it firmly, glancing at the screen and tapping on it for a moment before he clicked it shut and placed it in his back pocket.

Was he here to kidnap me? You thought.

Does he want to kill me?

What is Hydra planning?

His eyes flickered back on you now and he slowly took his arm down, the gun now hanging by his side. His long dark hair reaching just above his shoulders fell over his eyes a little and he flicked his head back to move the strands away. His eyes were captivating, blue like the ocean.

“If you scream or yell for help, then I’ll kill every single person in this building” he threatened darkly, and you gasped.

“Do you understand” he said, and you couldn’t find any words to say. When you didn’t answer him, he stepped closer, chest almost touching yours and he towered over you like a tall building, staring down at you.

“I said do you understand” he ordered, and you nodded.

“Yes” you squeaked, and the sides of his cheeks turned upwards, as if he smiled.

“Good girl” he began to circle around you, eyes wandering across your body, and you stood frozen in place. somehow, he seemed to have full control here and it was partly because of the fact he was the most dangerous person in America and a Hydra soldier and not to mention his array of weapons attached to his body.

“Now, you’re going to do everything I tell you, otherwise your father and the rest of your family will also die at the hands of me and Hydra” you looked up at him with a scared face, mouth slightly dropped open and you gulped once again.

“Please don’t hurt them” you were shaking now, and The Winter Soldier stopped back in front of you, head held high.

“I won’t, as long as you do as your told” he replied, and you nodded. Anything so they wouldn’t die. You couldn’t think of anything worse.

“Does that door have a lock” he nodded to your bedroom door, and you nodded.

“Go lock it” why did he want the door locked. Most likely to stop anyone from coming in. You turned and slowly shuffled to the door, locking it as he ordered. As you stood at the door, hand still clutching the handle, you pondered on the idea of quickly running out and calling for help. But he was only a few meters away from you and he would mostly likely catch up to you quicker than you could run for help. And you didn’t want anyone to die.

When you turned back around, you were shocked to see he had removed his mask, the black piece of fabric lying on the bed now. His whole face was now visible, and you were suddenly attracted to him. He was handsome, with a small muzzle of beard adorning his face, pointed nose and chiselled jaw lines. You shook the thought away though. There was no way heaven on earth could you find The Winter Soldier attractive, especially now that he’s holding you hostage in your room.

“Come here” he wiggled his finger at you, ordering you to come back over. You did as told, eyes to the ground as you came over. A musky rich smell invaded your senses as he stepped closer and you stared down at his metal hand, his fingers now free from the gun. You never thought you’d be thinking this, but his metal arm only made him sexier and his fingers flexing sent a tingle up your body. But how and why could you be feeling this?

Then, his metal hand moved up, grabbing your jaw in his fingers, and squeezing tightly so your lips were pressed together. He moved your head to the side as if he was inspecting your face and he leaned over. He dragged his nose up your cheek into your temple and took a deep breath, drawing in your scent. You groaned softly struggling to keep balance as he arched your back slightly.

“You smell good… tell me, have you ever been fucked before” you gasped at his question, eyes wide. It was a bold question and not one you wanted to answer. The answer had been yes but at the same time, you had only done it a few times. You hadn’t ever had a boyfriend and since your father was president it was now harder to find one.

“Y-yes” you answered softly, and he chuckled in your ear.

“So not daddy’s innocent girl then” he asked, and you swallowed, not wanting to answer. He let go of your face, allowing it to drop and you peaked up at him. He had a smirk written on his lips.

“Do you have a boyfriend?” he asked, and you shook your head no, silently.

“Good because from this point onwards, your mine” he whispered in your ear, and you felt your stomach toss and turn.

“Wh-what are you going to do with me?” you managed to ask, and he smirked, circling you again and as he was behind you, a light breath touched your ear, making you shiver and flinch.

“Whatever the fuck I want” he came to stand back in front of you and his eyes ran up and down your body, a heavy sigh following.

“Your father has been causing us a lot of problems which is why I’m here and you’re going to help me”.

What could he mean by that?

“Get undressed” he ordered, and you gasped, instantly covering yourself with your arms.

“What!” you answered back sternly, and he narrowed his eyes.

“I said get undressed” he said harsher this time and you stood your ground. No, you weren’t going to be made to do this, even though there was a slight warm feeling inside you.

“No” you answered back with the most confidence you could muster, and The Winter Soldier raised a brow.

“No what” he gritted.

“No, I won’t undress” you were standing your ground with this. He huffed a little, the corner of his lip turning upwards, and he suddenly grabbed your throat in his metal hand, pulling you forwards so your foreheads were touching. You gasped for air, gripping onto his wrist.

“I thought you said you would do anything I asked” he whispered, and you swallowed hard wide eyes staring into him.

“If you don’t do as your told, then mommy and daddy are going to take the consequences” he threatened.

“So, what’s it going to be” you nodded, accepting defeat and he let go of your throat, allowing you to catch your breath. You coughed loudly and sniffled the small tears filling at the back of your throat. Suddenly you were naked, standing in the middle of your bedroom. The Winter Soldier smiled, taking in the sight of you and his flesh hand reached up, running his fingers over your stomach, over your chest and around your beast, circling your nipple. You gasped softly at the sensation it was sending up your body, the tingle between your legs and you swallowed the lump in the back of your throat. How were you enjoying this?

His hand then came around the back of your neck, cupping it and fingers pressing on the side of your neck. He pulled your head back, arching and exposing your neck. His metal hand then came and wrapped around the front of your neck, now holding you steady and still for him. The metal was cold and sent a tingling sensation on your skin. And before you knew it, his lips crashed onto yours, taking over in a feisty fashion, kissing you deeply and darkly. You couldn’t help the little moan escape and you were shocked at yourself for even doing that. He bit your bottom lip, gathering it in his teeth and pulling back, letting it ping back into place.

He chuckled softly, a grin appearing.

“Do you like that” he asks, and you whimper. You did like it, but you couldn’t admit it.

“I know you do; I can see how much you want me to do it again” he whispered softly, his lips dragging across your face, teasing you and you groaned softly. The feeling of his hands on your neck was sending hot flushes across your body and you felt the tingle in between your legs. It was as if you were getting wet from this… and that might just be the case.

“And you haven’t even said no, so you must like it” he was right, you hadn’t said no and now there was no turning back.

“Now be a good girl and get on your knees” he gave you a hard shove, pushing you down and your knees and his metal and instantly wrapped itself in your long hair, gathering it in a tight grip that allowed control of your whole body.

“Now you’re going to show me what you can do with that mouth of yours” he slowly unzipped his pants, reaching inside and pulling his dick it. it was big and long and you hadn’t seen one like this before. You looked up with a worried look on your face. He slowly palmed himself, stroking his dick up and down and held it in front of you.

“Now give it a little taste” he ordered softly, and you gulped. You hadn’t sucked a dick before, and you had no idea what you were doing. His hand guided your head forward and you pressed your lips to the head of it. He moaned softly, his eyes slowly rolling to the backs of his head as you tasted. Your tongue licked the head, falling slightly into the slit and he gasped in pleasure.

“Now open” he pressed the end of his dick inside your mouth, pushing further and further until he was reaching the back to your throat. You could feel a gag relax coming your way, but you held it inside, worried that if you did, he’d punish you in some way. The dick popped out of your lips, and you took a deep breath before it came back in. His fingers gripped either side of your head as he began to thrust back and forth in your mouth. Slopping wet sounds escaped as he fucked your mouth, slowly at first and then began to move the pace up.

The end of his dick hit the back of your throat and your gripped onto his waist, hands clinging to his pants for support. Spit was dripping from your chin, falling on your thighs, and creating a little puddle there, glistening on your skin. Your eyes were starting to water, and you made choking sounds. You needed a breath of air, but The Winter Soldier wasn’t going to let you just yet. He held his dick in your mouth for a few seconds, face pressed against his crotch before pulling out. It was covered in your drool, dripping from your mouth, and stringing along. You gasped for a quick breath of air before his dick entered back inside. You could feel it twitching, as if it was about to let go and cum inside you. But he didn’t.

He let his dick pop out your lips again and you groaned for air. Your mouth was a little sore from stretching open wide for his member and his thumb grazed across your lips, dragging it down and showing your teeth.

“That’s a good girl” he shoved himself back in his pants, zipping them up before crouching in front of you, his hand now going between your legs. You gasped in pleasure, his fingers stroking between your folds, and he smirked. Your pussy was cold and wet, and his fingers began to make little circles on your clit, sending tingles through your body.

“Look at you, you’re just a little slut, aren’t you?” he teased as you moaned in the pleasure, he was giving you. His fingers began to move faster, and you could feel an orgasm coming along.

“Ohhh” you moaned, falling deeper into his hand, his fingers now pressing deeper to get the orgasm flowing. You were going to cum soon, your legs tingling and feet twitching.

“That feels good doesn’t it” he teased, and you nodded, eyes closed.

“Look at me” he ordered, and your eyes shot open, staring into his deep blue ones.

“Tell me you’re just a little slut, tell me you want me to ruin this innocent little body of yours” the words couldn’t seem to make their way out due to the intense pleasure between your legs currently going on.

“Tell me “He asked again but you were too distracted. Suddenly he growled and he pushed you on your back, catching you off guard. You yelped as you fell on your back and he climbed on top of you, knees pressing onto your arms, so he had you pinned while he continued to play with your pussy, lightly stroking your clit.

“Tell me now or I won’t let you cum” you gasped as you felt a sharp tingle, your pussy ready to explode.

“I’m a little slut and I want you to ruin my body” you breathed.

“And you are going to help me, aren’t you” he said, and you nodded quickly. Right now, you’d do anything to just get the pleasure you wanted.

“Who do you belong to now?” he asked, and you gasped, legs now shaking on the floor and writhing under his heavy body.

“You, I belong to you” you gasped, head turning to the side as you pressed yourself harder into the floor. Surely the guards outside were going to hear you and so you needed to be quiet. You didn’t want to attract any attention.

“That’s right, you belong to me now. Hydra owns you now and you’re going to help them take what’s theirs” you didn’t want to; you didn’t want to have any part of this but there was no way you’d win against this man on top of you right now and all that was on your mind was getting your orgasm.

“Ohhh yes” you whispered, and he grinned.

“Good girl” suddenly he stopped rubbing and you huffed lightly, looking up with confusion. He pulled his hand away and he reached down, wrapping the same hand around your neck, leaning down, and giving you a kiss on the lips. His tongue invaded your mouth, swirling inside and taking control once again. He pulled back a little, lips smacking together.

“I’ll be back tomorrow, and I want all the information your father has on Hydra and anything he’s planning on them” he said seriously.

“But, but I- “you stuttered, and he titled his head to the right slightly.

“Remember what I said, if you don’t do as your told, your family will pay the consequences” he reminded you once more before he stood up, freeing you from the cage he had in you on the floor and he grabbed his mask, fitting it back on. He walked to the window, pulling it open and reaching one leg out but then he stopped. He reached into his back pocket, fishing out your phone and threw it on the bed.

“I’ll be here same time… don’t be late” he gave you one last look before jumping out the window.

He’s gone.

You sighed and pulled yourself up off the floor, staring at the window.

You couldn’t believe that just happened.

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The Captain’s Daughter

Chapter 1

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Orignal Female Character, Steve Rogers X Natasha Romanoff

Summary: Violet Rogers is the daughter of non other than Captain America and Black Widow. Working as a nurse at the Washington DC general hospital, her life is pretty normal despite her parents being top agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. However after a recent mission, a new threat has hit S.H.I.E.L.D. and Violet finds herself as a target, discovering their greatest weapon, The Winter Soldier.

Warnings: Kidnapping, Dark Bucky Barnes, Kissing, Dom Bucky Barnes, Manipulation, Torture, Brainwashing, Captive, Light Bondage

“Dad, I don’t need you to give me a lift to work, I can drive myself” Violet groans in the car seat, giving her dad a side glance. She insisted to him this morning she was fine to get to work by herself like she did any other day, what was different about today. Steve smiled, not taking his eyes off the road as he replied to his daughter.

“I know but it’s not often we get to spend time together and besides it’s on my way to work anyway, I might as well drop you off” Violet couldn’t help the little smile on her face as she stared out the window, watching Washington DC pass her by. It was nice of her dad to think of her and give her a lift and she did have to admit it was easier on her. At least she didn’t have to pay for parking today, the hospital’s prices weren’t cheap, and the employees certainly didn’t get any discount.

“That’s because we’re always working” she replied softly. With her busy shifts of being a nurse at the Washington DC general hospital and her parents busy work life, sometimes they didn’t each other for days. It’s not common for your dad to be a super solider and your mother to be a spy and assassin and for both to be working for S.H.I.E.L.D.

“Perhaps we’ll take a vacation then, the three of us” Steve suggested, and Violet glanced over, surprise written on her face.

“Really… we haven’t been on vacation in ages” it had been a while since the family had been away. The last time was when Violet was fourteen, they took a trip to Spain. It was nice to finally get some family time in where her parents weren’t talking about work or stressing about missions and taking threats down. After that, they hadn’t been away since her parents were so busy and as Violet was getting older, she was focused on completing her degree in nursing and starting her new job. But the idea of a vacation now sounded like a pleasure to Violet.

“Sure, I’ll take to your mother, and we’ll book somewhere. It’s time we had some time off”.

“Will they let you?”.

“There’s a thousand agents in that building, I’m sure they will survive without two of them” Steve smirked.

“Two of their best ones” Violet tilted her head to her dad, and he laughed softly.

Violet didn’t want to get her hopes up just yet. It was probably easy for anyone to take time off work for a vacation, but her dad was Captain America. She was certain his boss Nick Fury wasn’t going to be too happy with her dad wanting some time away and she didn’t want what happened on previous vacations where they had to end early because S.H.I.E.L.D. needed them for a mission. At the time she was upset but as she grew older, she understood who her parents were and what they did for this country. They were important people and if S.H.I.E.L.D. needed them, then the matter was important as well.

Steve pulled up to the outside of the hospital, breaking smoothly. The hospital car park was surprisingly quiet for the morning.

“I have mission tonight, so your mother and I won’t be home till late most likely” he said, and Violet nodded. She was used to this now. Depending on her shifts, it was often Violet was home alone, especially when she worked the day shift and her parents had a mission that night but over the last few months, it had gotten better, seeing her parents more than she had before.

“Okay, hope everything is okay” Violet wasn’t one to ask the details and even if she did, her dad wouldn’t tell her or couldn’t tell her. That information was classified, and she’d most likely not understand it either but that didn’t stop her from checking on her parents and making sure whatever it is they were fighting for wasn’t going to put her in harms way.

“It’s fine, nothing to worry about, just another simple takedown that’s all” her dad shrugged as if what he was going to do tonight was a walk in the park… well it mostly certainly was for him. Violet smiled, gathered her bag before leaning over and kissing her dad’s cheek.

“Thanks for the ride dad, be careful” she said as she slipped out the car, giving a short wave to her dad. She said it every time he went on a mission. The last person she wanted to see at her work was her mother or father wounded.

“I will” he yelled back as Violet trotted up the stairs of the hospital and then heard the roar of the car echo.

“Morning Vi, I didn’t see your car this morning” Riley, her best friend and fellow nurse greeted as she entered the nurse’s station where they picked up their day list of patients for today.

“Hey Ri, yeah my dad took me this morning”.

“Oooo, Captain America driving his daughter in his whip, was he wearing his suit” Riley teased, and Violet laughed, scoffing, and shaking her head at her friend.

“No Riley he wasn’t, he was driving me to work not fighting criminals” Riley laughed along with her as they walked down the never-ending hallway of the hospital.

“That’s not like him to drive you to work though”.

“I know, I insisted I didn’t need a ride but it’s on his way to work anyway, he’s going on a mission tonight, I don’t know if it has anything to do with that” Violet said with worry in her tone as they walked on. Of course, everyone knew Steve Rogers was her father better known as Captain America, but Riley was the only one Violet would tell anything about her dad or mom and S.H.I.E.L.D. She defiantly didn’t want to get her parents into trouble by telling everyone what missions they were going on or what was happening at S.H.I.E.L.D. but she had to tell someone. Keeping things bottled up inside her wasn’t good for her and Riley was her best friend, the one person she trusted the most.

“What mission are they going on?” Riley said quietly as they started to pass people in the hallway.

“I don’t know, he didn’t say. He said it was an easy one though and nothing to worry about, I’m sure it’s nothing” Violet said to herself, shrugging the idea away.

“Yeah, and besides, he’s Captain America and your mom is Black Widow, they would never let anything happen to you” Riley smiled, and Violet relaxed. She was right, her parents would never let harm come to her.

“Your right” Violet said and riley flicked her hair over her shoulder.

“I know, I’m always right” she smirked, and Violet hummed, rolling her eyes playfully, earning a smack from her best friend.

“What’s your day looking like?”.

“Not too bad… lots of shots today, how about you?”

“Loads of blood tests and a few x-rays so all in all pretty chilled, I’m going to be on my own tonight, want to come over?” Violet asked as they reached their rooms which happened to be opposite each other.

“I can’t, Jacob is taking me out tonight, he has some making up to do” Riley sighed but a devilish grin appeared on her face and Violet knotted her brows together.

“What’s he done now?” she asked.

“What hasn’t he done, I’ll tell you at lunch” Riley winked, and Violet nodded.

Violet sat at her desk, writing up her notes for her patients she had seen today. If there was one thing she hated about this job, it was the constant paperwork and updating of records. Yes, it was an important part but so boring. Her fingers were turning sore from all the typing she had been doing and her eyes had been glued to the screen for so long her sight was starting to blur, her neck cramping and her head starting to ache along with it.

Luckily for her, her phone ringing brought her out of her robot-like state, and she was able to take a break. It was her mother calling.

“Hello” she answered sweetly.

“Hey baby, it’s me” Natasha answered.

“Hey mom, everything okay” she said with a little panic in her voice.

“Yeah, everything’s fine, I was calling to tell you your father and I are going to be out tonight”.

“I know, he told me this morning” Violet twiddled the pen between her fingers, spinning it around effortlessly, all those years of lectures had taught her how to do it.

“Wow, he actually remembered, I’ll have to give him a reward for that” Violet gagged and cringed at her mother’s words but laughed afterwards. Her mother’s wit and comedic comebacks were what she loved the most about her and of course her strong will and fight in her.

“You going to be okay on your own?” Natasha asked.

“Yes, I’ll be fine mom, I’ve been on my own before” she said with a groan.

“I know, just checking, hopefully we won’t be too late but if something happens, I’ll let you know”.

“Okay, hope everything is okay?” again Violet spoke with a worried tone.

“It’s fine darling, nothing to worry about, this will be a piece of cake and I don’t suspect we’ll be too long”Violet smiled to herself. There was no argument when it came to her mother’s ability and sense in how easy a mission was going to be. The two of them were the best agents out there and together they were the ultimate team. They hadn’t lost a single one so far and they defiantly didn’t plan on doing so. Her mother wouldn’t live it down and neither would her father.

“Okay well be careful” Violet said softly.

“You don’t need to worry about me, your father maybe” Violet giggled, and Natasha chuckled softly.

“Okay well I better go mom; I’ll see you in the morning then?”.

“I love you, bye”

“Bye mom” Violet hung up her phone and took a deep sigh. She knew she needn’t worry but she couldn’t help this feeling in the back of her head. She was sure it was nothing and had complete faith in her parents. Perhaps an order of her favourite takeout and a good movie tonight would take her mind of everything.

Hey so I hope you like the first chapter, I recently watched the CATWS and OMG is Bucky hot. Let me know down below what you think and don’t forget to like, reblog and comment. Thank you so much. Also let me know if you want to be tagged in anything.

Chapter 2

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sergeantbarnessdoll · 1 month

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Katherine’s horny thought has been sent to you: 💌

Bucky Barnes is a feral man when it comes to his girl and seeing her being friendly with Steve…he cannot contain himself anymore. You gotta share something angsty and smutty babe. For all of us. 🤍

Here’s a promt:

“Are you trying to make me jealous doll? Cause it’s fucking working.”

You’re Mine » Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier

Pairings: Boyfriend!Bucky Barnes x Girlfriend!Reader

Summary: Bucky makes sure his best girl knows that she’s his and only his when he sees her getting a little to friendly with Steve.

Warnings: Angst, Smut (18+), language, mentions of alcohol, jealousy, kissing, hickeys, fingering, unprotected sex, daddy kink, metal arm kink, praise kink, praise kink, choking, degrading, name calling (slut), use of pet names

A/N: Thank you for requesting @katherineswritingsblog 🩷

Written on my phone. I’m sorry for any mistakes and typos.

Header made by @buckys-wintersoldier

GIF IS NOT MINE! Credit goes to the creators.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!🔞

Bucky watched from across the room as your hand rubbed Steve’s bicep, giving it a squeeze. His right hand was clutching the glass so tight that it could shatter any second. Bucky’s jaw clenched when you kissed Steve on his cheek. That was the last straw for him. Bucky downed the rest of his whiskey and slammed the glass on the table, not caring if he broke it or not.

“Hey doll, we better call it a night. We have that thing to do tomorrow.” Bucky says, grabbing your upper arm.

“What thing?” You asked, furrowing your eyebrows in confusion.

“You know what I’m talking about.” He says, tightening his grip on your arm, making you wince slightly.

“Oh yea!” You went along with it. “Goodnight, Stevie.” You say, kissing Steve’s cheek again.

Bucky practically drug you out of the room to the elevator and to yours and his shared bedroom. He closed and locked the door the second you two got in the bedroom. He then pinned you against the wall.

“Are you trying to make me jealous, doll? Cause it’s fucking working.” He practically growls.

“Now you know how I feel, James.” You say with sass in your tone.

Bucky chuckles and shook his head.

“So this is what that little stunt was about, huh?” He starts. “You decided to flirt with Steve cause I was talking to that girl at the coffee shop yesterday.” He says.

“More like flirting.” You say with an attitude.

Bucky grasped your jaw, making you look straight at him. His blue eyes were filled with jealousy, anger, and lust.

“How many god damn times do I have to tell you? I told her that I have a girlfriend and wanted nothing to do with her.” He says, almost gritting his teeth.

“That’s not what I saw!” You say.

“What did you think you seen, babydoll?” He asks.

“You were flirting with her! That’s what I seen and heard!” You say.

“And you think that it makes it right to flirt with my best friend?” He says.

“I wanted to give you a taste of your own medicine.” You say.

Bucky scoffs and shakes his head.

“Let me tell you something, babydoll…” His face got closer to yours, his lips inches from yours. “You’re fucking mine. Not Steve’s. Mine.” Bucky growls.

The next thing you know, you hear the sound of fabric tearing. Bucky just ripped off your dress. You didn’t even have time to react to it cause he yanked your panties down your legs and picked you up. You instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist. Bucky almost immediately latched his lips on your neck, his teeth biting down hard enough to mark you up. A moan left your lips when his metal fingers rubbed your clit. His fingers found their way to your wet entrance, circling it teasingly before unexpectedly sliding two metal fingers inside of you. His fingers fucked you fast while his metal thumb rubbed your clit. You threw your head back against the wall, moans of his name leaving your lips.

“Oh daddy!” You moaned.

His fingers found your sweet spot almost immediately. Your pussy clenched around his fingers every time his fingers hit it.

“You’re such a fucking slut for me.” Bucky almost whispers. “I bet I can get you to cum in seconds just with my metal fingers.” He says.

You couldn’t form any coherent words. Moans and whimpers left your lips the more he degraded you. Honestly, you fucking love it when he degrades you. Bucky knows it turns you on. That’s why he does it.

His fingers were hitting all of the right spots, massaging your wet and warm walls and hitting your sweet spot causing your cunt to squeeze around his fingers. Your orgasm was building up quickly.

“I bet you’re so close, aren’t you, doll?” Bucky taunts. “You want to cum, don’t you?” He says.

“Yes please, daddy!” You whimpered.

“That’s too bad.” He abruptly took his fingers out of your pussy and leaving you frustrated. “You’re not gonna cum for a while.” He says, making you whine in frustration.

Bucky walked you over to the bed, dropping you on it. You propped yourself up on your elbows and watched as Bucky stripped himself out of his clothes. You looked down at his hard cock and licked your lips.

“My eyes are up here, doll face.” Bucky says, snapping his fingers.

“Shut up and fuck me.” You sassed.

Bucky spread your legs and got in between them. A loud moan left your lips when Bucky thrusted his cock inside of you in one thrust. You decided to test him more.

“Is that all you got? I’m sure Steve can give me more.” You say tauntingly.

A growl left Bucky’s lips. His metal hand wrapped around your throat, squeezing a little bit. He put his hand on the headboard above your head and began pounding into you. Your nails left red scratch marks on his back. Loud moans left your lips.

“Say that again. I fucking dare you.” Bucky growls. “Steve doesn’t know your body like I do. He wouldn’t know how to touch you like I do.” He says.

Pleasure took over your body. Bucky’s cock was hitting your sweet spot repeatedly. His fingers on his right hand found their way to your clit and began rubbing to the point where you were sensitive. Your pussy squeezed around his cock.

“Daddy, please!” You whined. “Please let me cum!” You begged. “I’ll be a good girl!” You whined again.

“I don’t think so, babydoll. You’re not gonna cum until I do.” He says.

“But daddy!” You whined.

“Quit your fucking whining.” He says, applying light pressure on your throat.

You tried your best to not cum, but it was so hard. His cock kept hitting your sweet spot, making you want to cum. Bucky pulled you into a rough kiss, his tongue slid past your parted lips and explored every inch of your mouth.

“You want to cum so badly?” Bucky asks. “Prove to me that you deserve to cum.” He says.

“I won’t ever flirt with Steve again. I promise to be a good girl and listen to what daddy says.” You say, followed by a whimper.

“You better be a good girl and do what I say.” He starts. “Cum for daddy, doll.” He whispers.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and a loud moan of his name left your lips as you came hard, soaking the sheets beneath you. Bucky’s thrusts became sloppy and he came inside of you. He thrusted a few more times before pulling out and laid down next to you. Both of you were sweaty and panting.

“Flirt with Steve again and I won’t hesitate to tie you to the bed and edge you.” Bucky says.

🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵

-Bucky’s Doll

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flordeamatista · 1 year

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𝗕𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱 𝗧𝗼 𝗬𝗼𝘂

pairing: dark mob!bucky barnes x stewardess!reader

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

word count: 2k

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

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

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

lovely beta:@lunarbuck & @targaryenvampireslayer

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

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Despite the distance, I can still sense you.

What a waste of time.

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

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

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

This light was visible only to you.

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

You are finally free.

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

Recharge from him and getting a fresh beginning.

The waiter comes with a drink.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Where am I?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

As you stare at his lips, he licks them.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

His hard body presses against yours while he moans.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Your body moans at his touch.

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

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

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

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

"Come here," he whispers softly.

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

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

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

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

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

He ignites my flame once again with his words

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Your freedom from him slips away from you.

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

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

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