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barnes-belle · 5 years

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Beauty and the Barnes (5)

FANDOM - MARVEL MCU

PAIRING - Bucky X Reader

WARNINGS - Lots of Smut, Light Hints of Non/Dub-Con, Prostitution, Swearing, Dark Bucky. (I can’t stress enough that this is kinda dark, Buckys an asshole and the kind of behavior that goes on in this fic is in no way acceptable in the real world)

When your father falls deathly ill you fall into a lifestyle you would have never predicted for yourself. Selling your body as a high-class escort isn’t ideal but it’s the only way to find the money you need to help your father, until your first client offers you another way.

Bucky’s mean, coarse and gets a kick out of watching you squirm but he is willing to help your father. All you have to do is sign yourself over to The Winter Soldier, body and soul.

Trapped in The Avengers compound, serving as a PA to a man who’s an absolute beast you find yourself wondering if there’s such a thing as a happy ending?

Masterlist

Chapter Five

“I’ve been on hold for an hour! He’s a patient, how hard is it to put me through to a patient!” You snapped.

You had been trying all day to get a hold of your father but it was like some kind of impossible task. After being passed around to three different departments, several different nurses and one orderly you had been put through to a very nice elderly man who was not your father but was so happy someone had called to speak to him that you had ended up talking to him for a whole hour and promising you’d call again soon. You had then finally been given a separate number for the patient line and were still on hold.

“No, no don’t put me back on hold!” You hurriedly begged in vain.

You groaned as the repetitive notes of the chirpy hold music played.

“Excuse me, can you sign here?” The delivery man asked, again.

You mouthed an apology and signed the screen quickly and balancing the phone between your shoulder and ear picked up the food delivery you’d had brought in. There was a communal kitchen as well as a small kitchenette in each room and after asking around you discovered Bucky preferred to use his own. With a little help from Friday you brought up Bucky’s order history and managed to construct a shopping list from it. Your tablet beeped with a notification from the laundry department in the basement, asking you to come pick up Bucky’s laundry and you whined.

You were exhausted. It was only mid morning and you were half dead on your feet. You managed to get the shopping put away and ran down to the laundry, still listening to the awful hold music. Armed with piles of carefully wrapped dry-cleaning you managed to get into the elevator and sunk against the wall, smiling politely at the man sharing the elevator.

“Do you need some help?” He whispered.

“I can manage, thank you though.” You shook your head and sighed.

“Are you sure? It’s just, you’re limping.” He pointed out.

Your face suddenly felt very warm.

“It’s just the heels.” You lied.

You couldn’t exactly admit you were walking funny because your super soldier boss had bent you over and fucked you that morning.

“Ah. Well if it’s any consolation, I think you look amazing in them.” He grinned, looking at your legs.

“As a matter of fact, your approval has made the pain incredibly bearable.” You said sarcastically.

“Well, I’m glad I can help. Let me know if you change your mind about accepting some help.” He said, winking and slipping out of the elevator doors as the whooshed open.

You kind of wished you had actually admitted why you were really limping. You got out of the elevator after him, hoping to make a quick run for the corridor.

“I’m Ben” He told you.

“Hi Ben, bye Ben.”

You would have felt a lot more victorious about your escape if you weren’t still on hold. To contend with the practically permanent ache between your legs, you now had a crick in your neck. You had to use your elbow and a lot of awkward leaning to get the door to Bucky’s room open.

“Oh thank god you’re here!” You exclaimed when you saw him standing in the living room.

“Why?” He asked, looking stricken.

“I have your clothes but I’m not allowed in your room so here.” You said, flinging them down on the couch.

You straightened your back with a groan.

“Who are you on the phone to?” He asked, tilting his head to listen to the music with a confused look.

“The clinic, I’m trying to speak to my father, I’ve been trying all day. I have to go pick up and fill out the requisition forms for some kind of rifle you asked for? I don’t know. Bye.” You told him with a friendly wave and rushed back out of the door.

He stared after you for at least five minutes before he finally moved.

“Friday, where’s Stark? I need a favour from him.”

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Sometime after you’d eaten lunch, someone had finally taken you off of hold to tell you that your dad was with his doctors and you should phone back in a couple of hours. After you hung up you banged your head against the desk a couple of dozen times. You had been assigned a small, modest office. It had a desk, a chair, a filing cabinet and a window and that was it.

“Friday?”

“Yes Miss?”

“Do I really have to fill out all these forms for a rifle? Can’t I just go buy it myself?” You grumbled.

“It’s a 70 thousand dollar piece of weaponry.” She informed you.

“What? Why? Why does he need a 70 thousand dollar rifle?” You yelped.

“I believe he lost the last one.”

“HOW?”

“Got knocked out of my hands during a fight with Hydra operatives in the Balkans last month. Didn’t have time to go back for it, was busy trying not to get blown up. Well, actually I was busy trying to stop Steve getting himself blown up.” Bucky answered, opening your office door.

“Oh. Well that’s fair… Captain America probably costs a little more to replace.” You said sheepishly.

“This room is depressing.” He noted, looking around.

“Well, It’s an office not The Magic Kingdom.” You told him.

“You like it like this?” He asked derisively.

“No, but I haven’t exactly had time to redecorate. Besides it’s fine, I’ll add some personal effects later.” You said, looking around.

“Give me your tablet.” He demanded.

You handed it over nervously and he immediately started fiddling with it. There was a ringing sound coming from it when he handed it back and you looked at the screen with a frown before the ringing stopped and suddenly you were looking at your father face.

“Dad?”

“Sweetheart! Hello! *cough* Can you hear me?” He shouted.

“Dad, yes! I can hear you! Are you ok?” You asked frantically.

Bucky smiled softly at the way you brightened straight away, gazing down at the screen with concentration.

“I’m just fine. You were right, this is a wonderful place. They are taking such good care of me. Do thank your bosses for this won’t you?”

You looked up to do exactly that but Bucky had already slipped away.

“I will daddy, I will. Tell me everything.” You demanded.

“Well they have me on *Cough* this new breathing apparatus.” He said, holding up the oxygen mask to the camera.

“Are they nice? Are they smart?” You demanded.

“Very nice, just lovely. Very smart, they know lots of big words.” He assured.

“You’re coughing less.” You noted.

“Yes, they gave me new medication. *cough*. It helps with the symptoms.” He said.

“Dad, how are we talking? You don’t have a tablet, you don’t even have a cellphone.”

“It was delivered a few minutes ago, with very clear instructions on how to turn it on. I thought you sent it.” He said excitedly.

“No… no, it wasn’t me.” You said, the corners of your lips turning up as you realised what had happened.

“Well tell me *cough* about this new job.”

“It’s… hard work. But I think I like it, it’s not as difficult as I thought it would be.” You admitted with a grin.

“Should you be calling? Are you *cough* at work right now?” He asked with concern.

You waved a form at him.

“I’m working, don’t worry.” You laughed.

“Good, good girl. Well don’t *cough* be letting me distract you. I’ll still be here when you get home. I even know how to charge this contraption, the instructions were *cough* very helpful!” He said cheerfully.

“Ok, well I’ll call tonight ok? Oh and there a man in room 4a, very nice man. His name is Donald Beaton, go say hello.”

“I will sweetheart, goodbye. I love you.”

“I love you too daddy.” You said, blowing him a kiss and hanging up.

You gently placed the tablet down on your desk and took a deep, shuddering inhale before you were springing up and running out of the door. Your heels clacked against the floor, pain forgotten as you raced through the compound. You found Bucky about the enter the gym.

“Bucky!” You called.

He turned around to look at you and you pulled to a stop in front of him , breathing heavily. He raised a quizzical eyebrow you. He tensed up as you put your hand on his shoulder .

“Thank you.” You said firmly, looking deep into his eyes.

He nodded shakily and licked his lips, finding them suddenly dry. When you leaned up to press a kiss to his cheek all the tension disappeared under your touch as he practically melted into you. When you pulled away he nearly stumbled and when you walked away, throwing one last smile over your shoulder at him he just stared after you, awestruck. When you turned the corner, out of sight he brushed his fingers across his cheek and walked backwards, away from the gym.

“Isn’t Bucky meeting us?” Sam asked.

“Guess he’s late.” Steve shrugged, setting up the punchbag.

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You balanced a bag of Chinese takeout against your hip and a locked case with a 70 thousand dollar rifle in your arms as you dragged your very very tired self back to your office. You still had a mountain of forms to fill in so you were planning on having a working dinner. You dropped the stupid rifle haphazardly on your desk and very carefully placed the bag of food next to it.

“Well I cam to see if you wanted dinner, looks like you already have that covered.”

You looked up in alarm at Ben who was leaning against the windowsill, smirking at you.

“Do you have an appointment?” You asked.

“For dinner?”

“To be in my office.” You snapped.

“Do I need one?”

“Yes…”

“Can’t make an exception, just for me?” He asked with what you assumed was supposed to be a charming grin.

“Nope.”

“How about grabbing some dinner with me? I’ll even let you wear flats.” He asked, stepping forwards.

“Oh will you? How kind.” You said, rolling your eyes.

“So, shall we?” He asked.

“No.” You said flatly.

“No what?” He asked, smiling away.

“No, we shan’t.” You clarified.

“Ok… I can meet you in the somewhere if you like?” He offered.

“Just because you can it doesn’t mean you should.” You said.

“I’m confused.” Ben said, frowning quizzically at you.

“Perpetually I bet. I don’t want to have dinner with you, now or in the future, but thank you for asking.” You said politely as you could be bothered.

“Well how about coffee?” He tried.

“I’m not interested.” You told him straight.

“Breakfast?” He pushed.

“Still a no.”

“Are you seeing someone?” He enquired.

“No.”

Unbeknown to the two of you, this was the point when Bucky approached your office door and paused, hearing your voices.

“Then why not have a drink with me?” He tried.

“Because I don’t want to.” You informed him, again.

“I bet I can change your mind.” He smirked.

“You can’t.” You stated.

“Give me a chance.” He asked, growing irritated.

“Nope.”

“Well now you’re just being rude.” He admonished.

“And you’re being desperate.” You retorted.

“Listen, you’re pretty and you’re new around here so maybe you don’t get how it works. If a man, especially one with a much higher position than you is nice enough to ask you to dinner, it’s polite to accept.” He snapped.

“And I really shouldn’t be rude should I? it’s unbecoming.” You said with a chastised expression.

“Exactly.” He said, pleased he’d appeared to get through to you.

Bucky snarled lowly and put his hand on the door handle when your saccharine sweet voice stopped him.

“Alright then. Thank you so very much for your generous and gallant offer good sir but I am afraid I must politely decline on account of the fact that I simply do not want to accept.” You said.

“Why the hell not?” He demanded.

“Sarcasm seems to go over your head and no is not a word you comprehend, that gives you low intelligence points. You’re misogynistic, pushy and kind of creepy so charisma points are low as well. You’d need to be absolutely drop dead gorgeous to counteract both of those things enough for me to want to spend time with you and the fact that I have said no should tell you all you need to know there.” You listed off.

He gaped at you. Outside, Bucky smirked.

“Whew, I’m pretty winded. You have a lot of flaws to list, you should work on that.” You said, waving him towards the door.

“Stuck up bitch.” He muttered under his breath, storming out of the office.

He didn’t see Bucky, concealed in a shadow as he scurried away. Bucky resisted the urge to step out of the shadows and teach the sleaze a lesson, you’d already done that. He smirked again as he remembered the way you’d cut the man down with your words. He moved back towards your office, desperate to see if you would accept his offer of company.

That was when you finally noticed the huge bouquet of red roses on your desk in a crystal vase. You looked around for a card, but there wasn’t one. You didn’t want Ben’s company and you certainly didn’t want his flowers. Scoffing at them, you swept them off the desk and straight into the bin. You didn’t see the card that had fallen off the desk and landed under it and you didn’t see Bucky Barnes stood in the open doorway behind you with a wounded expression.

By the time you turned around to slam your office door closed, there was no one there and Bucky was halfway down the corridor wondering why your rejection of his affection was making his chest hurt so badly.

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Belle: *Is nice to Bucky* Bucky: *Goes soft* Belle: *Is mean to someone else* Bucky: *Gets hard*

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tellerford13 · 7 years

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MO ASTOR- CHAPTER 33

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Mo Astor 33

Journee

“God it’s hot enough to fry an egg on the sidewalk.” I pull my hair on top of my head and daydream of lopping it off in preference of a short bob. Filip would freak. He loves me, but I think he loves my hair almost as much. Besides, there’s nothing better than when he helps me do it. His hands feel so good on my scalp, and he managed to get his sister to part with one of his mother’s heirloom silver hair brushes.

“Well it is ninety-five degrees out and climbing,” Chloe says. I’ve hired a few more tattoo artists. As Sweet Ink’s reputation has been built, our clientele has grown. I’ve backed off and taken fewer gigs to stay in the role of managing and doing art for both clubs. I’ve earned my right to more freedom. I know I don’t have to be home when my boys are or cook the majority of the meals but after spending so much time alone, it just feels good to have that familial bond.

I also feel like they both need a bit of spoiling. Juicy has a displaced feel I want to eradicate, and Chibs has had it rough for far too long. I know I can’t change their past, but I can make their present the best it can be. My boys. It’s amazing how swiftly things have changed.

“You all done for the day?” Chloe asks.

“Yeah, I just finished a massive chest piece, and I’m cooling down before I walk outside and try not to melt like an M&M.”

Chloe laughs.

“It’s Friday night. I’m surprised to still see you here after seven.”

“The husband is away on business. I got a girl’s night planned. Booze, Pizza, and chick flicks at Casa Telford.”

“Sounds like a good time.”

“It will be. It’s been insanely busy the past two weeks.”

“You know the summer brings people out in droves.”

“It’s true.” I roll shoulders. Being hunched over for two hours plus is hell on the back. My fingers throb. On the hands too. I’ll be popping some pain medication and maybe even a soak. Years of holding a vibrating gun can sneak up on you. The boys have been gone for a week, and it feels like a month. Since everything went down at the GB party, we’ve been hanging out non-stop after work.

I was worried that he’d be upset, but Filip told me he knew Wifey came with the Jax package. The little voyeur gets off on it. I have to admit it does things for me too. There’s something wicked about fooling around where you might get caught, and the natural association of Lee and sex keeps things from being odd even if Jax is remotely involved.

I press my thighs together, grateful for the maxi dress that hides my motion. My hormones have been working overtime. Maybe it’s because I’m like a genie in a bottle. Daddy popped my cork, and now I’m making up for all the years I missed out. I finish going over the appointments with the front desk, clean my area, and make my way home. I toss my purse on the counter, arm the alarm and make a beeline for the bathroom. Nothing sounds better than a bath right now. I fill the tub with lavender scented bubble bath, braid my hair, wind it into a bun and pin it within an inch of its life, and turn on the i-pod on the his-and-her counter.

Stripping down, I toss my clothes into the hamper and step into the warm tube. My muscles thank me as I lean against the back of the large garden tub. My eyes drift shut as the music helps me relax. The beeping of the alarm pulls me from a light slumber.

“Nee,” Lee calls.

“Sorry. I feel asleep in the bathtub,” I call.

I hear her re-arm the alarm and make her way to me. She opens the door. “You look adorable right now all surrounded by bubbles. Are you okay?”

“Yeah, just tired. I had a chest piece to finish today, and it’s been crazy at the shop. Which is a good thing, but tiring.” I shrug.

“And…” She narrows her eyes.

“And I miss Filip, and I’m so horney it's not funny.”

She laughs. “You want company in there?”

I poke my lip out and nod. “Oh stop it. Let me grab us some beer.”

She disappears, and I adjust myself to make room for her. She hands me the beers and strips down. I lick my lip as she unzips the yellow flower sundress. Her black and white lingerie highlight her firm breasts, slim waist, and curvy hips. For a shorter woman, her legs are long and shapely. I hold out my hand, and she steps down.

“Open those chocolate legs, babe.”

She takes her places between my legs, and I hand her the beer as I prop back against the tub. We’re quiet as we drink and cuddle, drawing energy and affection from one another.

“You missing Jay?”

“Yeah. It was nice having them here and doing things together wasn’t it?” she asks leaning back against me.

“Very nice. It’s crazy this is what we’ve always wanted, to be in serious relationships with close friends, Brothers, ‘cause let's be serious we knew civilians wouldn’t do it for either of us,” I say.

“I know; I keep waiting for the other shoe to drop.”

“Nu uh. This is our time,” I say.

“Better me,” She mumbles. She takes a long draw of her beer and hums. “We should send the boys a picture.”

I giggle. “You are so bad.”

“You didn’t’ say no,” she retorts.

“Because it was a good idea.”

“Come on, selfie time,” she says as she leans over the tub and grabs her phone.

We tangle our bodies, making sure the bubbles over the bare necessities as we pose.

“Give me those lips, Journee,” Lee whispers. I barely register the snaps as I taste her.

We pick the best shot and send it off to both.

“When they finally get this, they’re going to be jealous.”

She laughs. “How about we give them something to be jealous about?”

“Looks like I’m not the only one whose horny,” I say tapping the tip of her nose.

“You’re wet and slippery and pressed against me, how can I not be?” She whispers. Turning to the side, she crooks her finger. “Come here.” Drawn like a magnet, I lean into her. Our tongues tangle and our breasts slid together. I whimper as her stiff nipples brush against mine.

“You like the way that feels?” Lee asks.

“So good.”

She cups my breasts and circles my nipples. “How does this feel?” “Even better.”

She hums her approval and kisses her way down my neck, as I pinch her turgid nipples and tug. She likes a rough touch, same as I do. I’m glad we’re in a tub because my pussy is flooded and my body is hot.

“Today no one is in charge. Right now, we’re going to take care of each other,” Lee says breathlessly. I suck her full breast into my mouth and run my hand down her belly. Slipping two fingers inside her tight sheath, I work her hot center. Her gasps spur me on, and I admire her flushed frame as she rides my hand.

“You’re so pretty when you fuck my fingers.” I bite her bottom lip, and she growls. Her eyes are blue fire.

“I’m not the only one who knows how to dance.” She pinches my nipple and moves down to return the favor. I moan as we find a rhythm, two wild, needy, slick women attached at the lips. She tastes like sweet ripe fruit and lust. I’m addicted to the flavor. Water swirls and sloshes over the side of the tube.

She adjusts her angle, hitting a spot that makes my body jerk , and I pick up the pace, never one to be outdone. Our gazes lock and the room is filled with shaky breathing as we reach our peak and shatter together. The world around me goes white as I convulse, engulfed by pleasure. I come back to myself and give her a slow smile. Her hair has crept out of her bun, and she looks a million times more relaxed than she did when she first entered the bathroom.

“Better?” I whisper.

“Girl, better isn’t even the word? How’s my baby J?”

“Relieved.”

I lean in, and we share a sweet kiss.

“Snuggles and movies?” she asks.

“MMmHmm. As soon as I can muster enough strength to get out of this tub.”

We giggle as I pull the stopper and we slowly climb out of the tub. Wrapped in fluffy peach-colored towels, we make our way into my room where I toss her an old cast of shirts that once belonged to Jax and one of Chibs’ for me. We never make it into the living room, opting to climb into the massive King sized bed.

“Remember when you first upgraded your bed and denied it was because Chibs was sleeping with you more than he wasn’t?” Lee asks.

I snicker. “Can’t a woman just want to upgrade her bed?”

“Yes, but that wasn’t why,” she says.

“Like you weren’t up in here just as much and even Jax. It was like party at Journee’s house.”

She laughs. “That’s true. So maybe it wasn’t all because of Chibs, but partially at least.”

“Remember when you got drunk and made out with Jax before you were serious with Kick and you both wrote it off as harmless fun.”

“It was.”

“My Great Aunt Fanny,” I mumble.

“You don’t have a Great Aunt Fanny.”

“Exactly,” I say laughing as we run through the familiar joke.

“You are such a brat,” She says as she catches her breath.

“Hello. Teller.” I point to myself, and she laughs.

“I should’ve known, huh?”

“Kind of a part of the package, babe. Not that you seem to mind big brother.” I wag my eyebrows, and she laughs.

We’re halfway through St.Elmo’s Fire when Bonnie and Clyde comes over my phone. I grab the black square, giddy as I hit answer and accept the face video.

“Mo Astor are ye two trying to give yer old men heart attacks?” he drawls. Lee and I lean together giggling as we see the two of them standing together.

“What? We were being considerate and giving you something pretty to look at,” I tease.

“Bullshit. You two have always been evil together,” Jax says.

I pout. “Filip, do you hear how he’s talking to me?”

“Aye. I do love, But I make a practice of not getting into sibling matters.”

My jaw drops.

“You’d better take that back, Jackson Teller. We’re the best thing that’s ever happened to you,” Lee says. I can feel their connection over the phone lines. My heart dances and I can’t stop the wide grin pulling my lips up at the corner.

“Oh, I never said you weren’t darlins. But you got me into a shit ton of trouble over the years.”

“Hah. We got you out of a shit ton too,” I say.

“Exactly,” Lee purrs.

“Best watch yer step Jackie boy. They’re both in agreement on this matter.”

I hear a whistle in the background and they both sigh.

“We got to go, love. Love you.”

“Love you too Filip.”

“I’ll see you soon, Lee. Miss you, baby.”

“I miss you too, babe,” Lee says.

They’re gone, and we both sigh and snuggle in together. The life of an old lady is hard, but we’re damn lucky to have one another to balance it out.

***

“I’m glad we can do this. It’s been too long since us girls just got together.”

There’s a reason for that. I turn my gaze to Lee who hides her laugh behind a small cough. She knows exactly what I’m thinking. But when Ma tells you she wants to get together for lunch at the house because she’s lonely with all the boys gone, you can’t tell her no. So here we are, about to undergo the Gemma Inquisition.

“We’ve missed you too, Ma. It’s been busy,” I say placating her.

“Hmph. You only came out of the bedroom because your old man is on the road. But that’s okay. It’s how newlyweds should be.” She pats my hand and I know I’m forgiven.

“And how are you and my first born doing?” She asks Lee.

“We’re good.”

“Any plans on cohabitation?”

Lee swallows. “We haven’t talked about that yet.”

“What are you waiting for? You both dicked around long enough before getting together. It’s time to fast forward, not slow down if you ask me.”

“Now Ma, Jaxy taking things slow is a good thing. It means he’s using his head,” I say distracting her from going in for the kill.

“Huh. Never thought of it that way. Whatever you’re doing it’s been good on my boy. I haven’t said anything out loud, but I see the change. It’s because of you he’s going to be ready when that baby comes. You put that bitch in her place yet?”

“He beat me to it,” Lee says almost sheepishly.

“Hot Damn. It’s finally happening.”

“What?” Lee and I say at the same time.

“Baby boy is growing up. Praise the Lord. Some days I never thought we’d get here.”

I wonder why Ma. You gave him everything he wants before he even asks. I roll my eyes at Lee who smirks.

“He’s stepped up in a lot of ways.”

“I’m glad to hear it, baby. Knowing the two of you are doing well gives me peace.”

Lee smiles and I see a new level of contentment in her gaze. She and Jax are so good for each other. It’s amazing it took this long for the two of them to get together.

“Now you.”

“Me?” I place a hand on my chest.

“When am I going to get some grandbabies from a mother I like? As much humping as the two of you have been doing you should already have a bun in the oven.”

My jaw drops. “Ma.”

“What? I’m not getting any younger, and neither is your old man. I been waiting years for this from you two. I was starting to give up hope.”

“Yeah right. You’d walk us to the alter with one of the brothers by gun point if you had to,” I mutter.

“Baby you know your mother so well. I’m proud.” She winks, and I shake my head, wondering if she was right and I was pregnant. Butterflies dance in my belly. We’d welcome it more than she knew.

“You need anything, Ma?” Lee asks.

“Just your company. The house is too quiet these days. Hopefully, that’ll be changing soon,” She says giving us a pointed look. Man, when she wants something she doesn’t let up until she wills it into existence.

“You know you have us, and anything else you need,” I add.

“I know. My babies.” She looks on us with pride, and I can’t help but lean in close to bask in her affection and approval.

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