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hannawinchester03 · 5 months

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THE CASUAL MEET UP..

Mob boss! Bucky X Fem Reader

The story of two people who shouldn’t be in love but they are, one of them know this already and the other is just lost, trying to make it through life.

Plot line..

(Y/n) runs into some trouble with the law, needs help getting out of the situation, so she uses a friend’s advanced and gives Bucky a call. A man with endless access to money and helps people in need, for the right price of course. Something that’s sounds strange to some, but perfectly normal to others.

This chapter contains: family loss, grief, alcoholism, knives, guns, money, poverty, physical abuse, mental abuse, mental illness, and depression.

Word count: 2,000

(Y/n) let out a small sigh as she leaned back into her seat at the bar taking another sip from her glass swallowing the last sip of her whiskey as she looked around at the vacant seats around the tables in her once very popular family restaurant.

It has been 3 years since the incident happened, for the last 36 months it had been eating her alive, watching her back everywhere and anywhere she went awaiting for the arrival of the people to come and finish off the job, waiting for them to kill her and putting her out of her misery but it seemed to never come.

“Why me..” she mumbled out as she slid off the seat standing up as straight as she could as she held onto the wooden bar countertop. As she stepped down she let the glass cup fall from her hand hearing it break as she let go of the countertop walking over to the other side of the room.

She made her way to the empty stage kicking an empty beer bottle to the side as she sat on the edge of the stage her feet dangled as she got herself situated, she rubbed her face a little as she let out a groan trying to wake herself up, but she had a little too much to drink so her eyes were glazed over even after trying to rub it away.

(Y/n) looked around at the dimly lit dining room, observing as some of the back corner tables had chairs up on top of them as if to tell the customers to not sit there, she lightly shook her head as she looked at the other end of the restaurant seeing the street lights lighting up the inside of the abandoned looking restaurant she once called home.

(Y/n)’s mind was once filled with great memories of running around the restaurant with her mother greeting everyone of the customers as a child with a menu and looking up at her mom as she introduced herself and took their orders.

Memories of sitting in the kitchen listening to her father as he sang along to the radio and cooked all of his and his wife's family recipes, telling her how one day all of this would be hers so she better pay attention closely.

Not only was her mind filled with childhood memories but with her teenage years, walking customers to their tables, now her introducing herself and taking orders, bringing the customers anything they needed as she would make small talk long enough for the food to come out bringing it out watching as they smile happily sitting back with their families and enjoying their food as they listened to live bands play music.

These are all the good memories that (Y/n) liked to think about, granted there were a lot of memories trapped inside these walls, most of them were good but there were some bad.

She will never forget the time she walked into the kitchen seeing her father with a knife up to her mothers neck, threatening her for who knows what, she always pushed it aside as she didn’t like to think about it much, thinking it’ll get better but it only got worse.

The next time her mother was holding a gun to the back of her fathers head. “You know we couldn’t afford it! Why would you..” (Y/n) listened to her mom scream at her father as she watched from behind the door trying to hide so she could watch but she was spotted, she couldn’t help but jump as she watched her father turn and punch her mother watching as she fell onto the cold pavement.

(Y/n) always thought those were the worst moments of her life growing up, but as she got to her teen years she told herself it was normal, all families were like this she always told herself. She would fake a smile making sure all the customers were happy as she tried her absolute hardest to keep them coming as the food got worse and they began to lose business everything going down the drain.

All leading up to the day she will never forget. It was a normal Wednesday afternoon, a nightly band who were just a couple of high school kids that had instruments and would play their best music they could, each one already exhausted from their school day but they got as much free food as they wanted so they stuck around and played lousey music in hopes for some extra tip money.

(Y/n) worked the night shift, so they always came into work at 7:30 and would be there all night until 5 am. The restaurant had a bar and most of their business was from all the drunks coming to their bar once all of the other bars closed, so they stayed open as late as they could.

(Y/n) remembers it like it was yesterday, walking through the back door leading to the kitchen hearing a loud scream and a gun shot not long after. She remembers gently setting her keys down so she wouldn’t make noise as she looked around the corner to see what was going on.

The sight she saw was her mother on the ground with a puddle of blood forming around her as her father was backed up against a wall with a gun pointed to his head as an older gentleman stood in front of him without a mask or anything, (Y/n) always found that strange, she could never understand how someone could do something so hateful and still have the nerve to do it without a mask to hide their identity, as if they were above the law and their wouldn’t be consequences for their actions.

“Where is all the money, all the money you owe me!” Is all (Y/n) heard before she heard a loud gunshot watching as her own father got shot making her cover her mouth as she moved back around the corner going to run out of the back door they she had come in from but she stopped in her tracks as she saw the door swing open making a loud bang as a man with a gun in his hand standing in the doorway.

(Y/n) felt her heart drop as she watched the man take a step inside towering over her it seemed like as she fell to her knees holding onto her necklace her mother had given to her as she closed her eyes waiting for her doom.

All she heard was two or three shots making her flinch as she tightened her grip on her necklace. “this can’t be happening..” she remembered telling herself under her breath as she curled into herself.

For what seemed like hours she waited until she felt someone’s strong grip on her arm as she was pulled to stand up making her cry out in pain at the strong grip as she was holding her so she wouldn’t fall. “What do we do with this one?” She heard a voice say as she tried to look up but her eyes were full of tears she couldn’t see anything. “Take her to a hotel.” Another man said out as she watched the silhouette through her fuzzy vision as it got closer. “I’m sorry we didn’t get here in time, we were supposed to protect you from seeing that.” Was all (y/n) heard before she was unconscious.

The next thing she remembered was waking up in a hotel bed, wrapped in silk sheets as she looked around still in the same work clothes she had been in the night before. She rushed out of bed and looked out the window seeing she was nowhere she could seem to remember, which was strange since she knew just about everywhere around her.

As she ran to the nightstand to grab the phone to try and call someone she realized the phone was not there making her look around frantically opening all the doors to bathrooms and closets until she opened the main door and ran down the hallway getting to an elevator, once inside she pressed the main floor button.

She watched as the numbers went down and when the doors opened she ran out to the front desk. “Sir, where am I? What day is it?” (Y/n) said out to the man who was mopping the floor making him look at his watch and begin to speak in a different language making (Y/n) fall to her knees crying as she knew she was lost in a place she probably couldn’t get away from.

“Ma’am you’re okay, you are in upstate New York, the date is Friday, August 23rd,.” (Y/n) heard as she felt someone holding onto her shoulders as she wiped her tears away and looked at the woman in front of her as she was kneeling in front of her. “Thank you..” she mumbled out as she looked up at the woman and sniffled a little as she looked around.

“d-do you have a phone? I need to call someone.” (Y/n) asked softly as she tried to stand up but the woman handed her the phone so she stayed in her spot and dialed the number to her family restaurant, listening to it as it rang again and again. “Hello, little joe's Italian restaurant, how can I help you?” (Y/n) heard her best friend's voice making her let out a sigh as she couldn’t find her words.

“Damn prank callers..” was all (Y/n) heard before the phone was hung up.

(Y/n) doesn't remember much after that she chose to forget, after hours and hours of state provided therapy telling them what had happened and them just telling her she gots to accept the fact my parents retired and ran off to their dream vacation, leaving her some money to survive along with the family business, god she loved to wish that’s what happened but she was told it so many times she was eventually made to believe it.

(Y/n) leaned back, laying her back against the stage. As she huffed softly she rested her hands under her head looking up at the one busted glass light bulb for the spotlights thinking about how she’d have to fix it, soon dozing off.

“Hello! Wake up! Did you really sleep here?” (Y/n) heard as she felt someone kicking her foot making her sit up and let out a small cry as her back ached with pain from the way she had fallen asleep. As she blinked her eyes a few times she noticed it was Elizabeth. Her best friend since childhood was a girl whose family came to eat here frequently enough for the two of them to become friends.

“Oh no, I just got here. Wanted to take a quick Power nap before our big rush..” (Y/n) mumbled out as let out a small yawn walking to go behind the bar turning the lights on from the control panel and heard the bell above the door ding as a customer walked in. “I hope y’all are open..” the older man’s voice said as he walked over to the bar, (Y/n) and Elizabeth showed the man a smile. “Of course, it’s 5 o'clock somewhere right.” (Y/n) joked as she grabbed a glass and went to pour him a drink.

“Oh I’m not here for that, I’m here with a business offer..” the man stated as he grabbed a card from his pocket and put it on the bar counter. “If you ever want to sell, or need help give my son a call, he’ll take care of ya for the right price sweetheart.” The older man said as he glanced between the girls before turning around and walked away toward the door.

Hope you enjoyed! Tried to give y’all as much backstory information so you can feel more part of the story and understand the characters role, stay tuned for the rest!

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sebstan2020 · 1 month

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Red Ties

Chapter 34

Mary, a sweet Christian girl living in the city of Brooklyn as a nurse had a simple life. She loved her work, her friends and attending church every Sunday and helping Reverend McCarthy. Her life was nothing out of the ordinary. However, it all changed one day when she bumps into the intriguing and intimidating James Barnes, Brooklyn’s notorious mafia boss and is introduced to a world of guns, lust and dominance.

Warnings: BDSM, Dom/Sub, Mafia, Violence, Gang, SMUT, Sex, Possessive Bucky, Overprotectiveness, Bondage, Sexual Themes, Dark Themes, Guns, Drugs, Gang Violence

James paced in the small church office, his phone pressed hard against his ear as he listened to the never-ending ringing. He was trying to get through to Mary, but at the third attempt at calling and getting no further than her voicemail box, he sighed heavily and dropped his phone. He had well and truly messed up this time. John was slumped in his desk chair, having just witnessed the look of terror on Mary's face and the realisation of who he was.

"You need to go find her," James ordered John, who scowled up at him.

"Me, your the one who decided to bring the shipment here," he aruged, and James growled as he stormed over, towering over the reverend.

"She'll listen to you; she won't answer my calls," he snapped, and John stood, almost meeting James's gaze.

"Not now; she won't. She's trusted me her whole life, and now, after what she's seen today, she'll never want to speak or even come close to me. I told you not to fuck this up, James," he argued, and James groaned. John was right. He fucking hated it when he was right.

It was his idea to bring the guns over to the church, having thought that no one would be attending on a Friday afternoon, and with Steve on watch, it was the perfect opportunity to bring them in. John was going to store them in the back until the transaction between James and the small business requiring them had been completed.

Everyone around John was the kindest reverend to the city of New York; his ears were always open for discussion and support. He was the heart and soul of this church, giving his time and money to it. A Christian at heart. However, like many other people in this city, he had a dark secret and a past, and frankly, he wasn't ashamed. Growing up in the mafia world, he never expected to become a reverend for the church. Guaratee, it was the perfect cover story—not that he was faking any ounce of his faith in God.

His family growing up was heavily religious, and his father took him to church every Sunday for service. It was at the mature age of twelve that his father revealed who they really were. A family of power and money, although the fasade they kept up made others think otherwise. At the age of sixteen, he witnessed his first murder in front of him. a sleezy guy with no remorse, and yet John himself felt nothing for him.

He was destined to grow up in this world and become who his father was. But he didn't want to. not at first. he refused. said he didn't want to get involved in shit like that. His father only gave him a soft pat on the shoulder to relax him, which was inevitable. And from that point on, his life grew further and further into the dangerous world of violence, power, and dominance.

But he didn't want to look back on his faith. He didn't want to be a walking sin. He had spent too long praying to God, day and night, for his spot in heaven. It was as if an angel had come down to him one night and placed a pale hand on his shoulder, a sign that he should join him. He told his father of his plan to become a reverend and had expected him to laugh, throw a fit of anger, and scream and shout at his son. But he didn't. Instead, he nodded.

"If that's what needs to be done, then so be it." If becoming a reverend was going to help him with this life he was leading up to, then he had his father's respect. He wasn't ashamed of the things he'd done in the past, and sometimes he wished he was, but God was here with him now, and the only person he would let judge him would be him. He could never escape this life, and there was no point sitting and moping and praying for forgiveness when he knew he'd never receive it. So he found a balance. His love for the church and the community, and his attention to the dangerous life built for him by his bloodline.

But there was one thing he never wanted, and that was for Mary to find out. His father and James's father knew each other well, and since both their passings, James and John have come to know each other. John was much older than James and almost treated him like a son. When James came to him that afternoon, a day after meeting the sweet girl, he warned him not to mention anything about knowing him. If Mary ever found out he was involved in the deep, dark world of organised crime, she'd never come to church again, and he prided himself on offering his services to those who needed them. He was a good friend to her family, close with her father and mother, and promised to look after her while she was here.

and James had messed up.

"Fuck, you're right," he hated admitting defeat, but for once he knew he had fucked up. Mary had stormed off, and she didn't even want to speak to him. All he wanted was a chance to explain. But what would he explain? How did he know John longer than she did? How did he decide to bring over a shipment of guns into the sacred church? John was involved in his crimes and had his own history of organised crime. It was a sticky situation, one that he wasn't going to get out of very easily.

Sam and Steve were stadning silently against the wall, watching as James paced himself to madness around the office. The guns still needed to be unloaded and placed in the very back. The two of them looked at each other, giving them the same look as James furiosously typed in a number on his phone.

"Ned, it's me. I need you to do me a favour; I need you to track a phone," he ordered, as Ned typed in the background.

"What's the number?" He didn't ask for any details or explanations; it wasn't his place. As James gave out Mary's number, Steve and Sam gave each other another look, this time with wider eyes and a huff. They were in no position to argue with the boss right now, so they stayed silent. James wasn't going to let this go until he saw Mary, and with the city being so big, he'd never find her on foot. It was only a matter of seconds before Ned pinged over her location, and he rushed out of the office.

"You two get those in the back now; I'll be back later," he glanced at John before storming down the asile, the voice of the reverend calling out behind him.

"Don't fuck this up!" he yelled, and James didn't turn; he just headed on out.

Mary sighed softly as she dragged herself across the sidewalk, hugging her cold arms as the sun went in, leaving the sky grey and cloudy. She had been walking for what felt like hours, and as she glanced around the city, she hadn't a clue where she ended up. Looking up at the street signs, she realised she was far from home and wished she had gotten in her car before storming off. But she was just so mad, so angry, that all she could do was walk away and not look back.

Her feet were aching, and she was dehydrated. Coming to a stop, she looked up to see she had stopped in front of a dark bar, the door wide open with loud music blaring inside. She was desperate for a drink, so she stepped inside, cuddling herself further as she wandered into the darkness. She had never been in a bar before. Alcohol wasn't her thing. There were several wooden tables around the bar floor and a couple of booths at the back, along with bar stools at the front bar.

It was dead inside, with only two people. One sat at the bar, a man who looked middle-aged with dark, short hair and slightly wrinkled eyes. The other was a lot older and sat in the corner with at least five empty glasses around him as he stared up at the small TV playing a football game. He was pissed but kept to himself.

Mary padded up to the bar, slipping into one of the high seats, and placed her bag on top. Her phone buzzed, and she groaned as she saw it was James. He had called her three times now, but she didn't want to speak to him. She needed time. She slammed her phone down into her bag after hanging up on his call and ran her hands through her bushy hair.

Recently, it felt like every time they took a step forward, they took two steps back. First his surprise confession that he was a mafia lord and a BDSM master, then his jealosuy and threat towards Peter, and now his connection to Reverend McCarthy. The last one seemed to top them all. She felt betrayed that the one man she trusted the most, having gone to him for years with her faith and problems, was a man like James. involved in crime and murder, and yet he was supposed to be a religious man, a man devoting his life to God. However, she now realises that things aren't always what they seem. A man says he's one thing when he's actually something else.

The young barman came to her, leaning across with a kind smile. His arms were thick with tattoos, and he had a dazzling smile, dark hair, and a button shirt that was open at the collar.

"What would you like, Miss?" he said kindly, and Mary sighed.

"Just some juice, please," she answered sadly as she turned and looked over at the man not too far from her. He sipped on a small glass of brown liquid and a lime wedge, accompanied by ice and a stirrer. He sipped it well and looked over at her with a smile. Mary never drank alcohol, and yet something inside her was yelling at her to try it. Why the fuck not? After everything she's been through, she deserves to let loose and relax.

"Actually, I'll have one of those," she says nervously to the drink in the man's hand, and the barman nods, turning to fix one up for her. ' Fuck it, she thought. After all these years, she can't trust the one man she thought she could always trust. Was anything he said true? time for a change.

"You like old-fashioned," the guy said across from her, and Mary gave a shrug.

"I've never had one," she admitted, and the man raised his brows in surprise.

"Really, well, you're missing out. Barman, another for me as well." The man stood and scooted over to sit next to Mary. He was large and much older than her. He had dark hair that was turning grey in some areas, a crooked nose and lips, and saggy cheekbones. His hands were big with studdy fingers, unlike James's long, slender ones that made her body tingle just thinking about them. But now wasn't the time to think of him.

"What's your name, darling?" Mary slightly cringed at the pet name but offered a kind smile.

"Mary," she answered.

"I'm Mike; nice to meet you," he held out his hands, and Mary politely took it, shaking his.

"So what brings you here?" He asked, and Mary sighed. Right now, she didn't even care who she was talking to, just as long as it wasn't James or John.

"I had an argument with someone, and I just needed to let some steam off," she admitted.

"I'm sorry to hear that. Alcohol is very good at letting out steam. What's your go-to?".

"My go-to?" she asked curiously with furrowed brows.

"Yeah, your go-to drink?" he asked. He had a slight hint of cigarettes on his breath, and the yellowness on his fingers was confirmed. His jacket was creased and his shirt was ruffled, but Mary was taught never to judge a book by its cover. He was offering a sympathetic ear, and that was enough.

"Oh well, I never drink, normally. But I think I've had a change of heart. And like you said, it seems to blow off steam well." She smiled, and he chuckled.

"Absolutely," the barman placed two glasses of old fashion in front of them, and a small napkin slipped across. Mary picked up the drink nervously, and Mike took his, holding it up.

"Cheers," he said, and she clinked her drink with his. In an easy gulp, the man swallowed his breath as if it were water. Mary took the tiniest sip, which was enough for her to cough and splutter. The taste was strong, the alcohol hitting her brain instantly, and Mike couldn't help but laugh.

"First time is always the hardest," Mary coughed still, wiping at her mouth. The taste was so strong that she couldn't take another sip for a moment, and she wondered how James could swig this stuff down like it was water.

"That's so strong," she said, holding a hand to her chest. but the voice inside her screamed to take more, and after a couple more sips, her palete became adjusted to its bitterness. It wasn't long before alcohol hit her stream and her hands began to feel fuzzy and tingly, like she had sat on them for so long and they had gone dead.

Mike and Mary sat, talking and listening to one another. He sipped on his old-fashioned as Mary gassed on about being a nurse and a Christian and how she had never drunk alcohol before, the words soon becoming a slur as the alcohol took over. It was her first time drinking, and she was going to be on the floor soon. Mike had slipped closer to her, his horrible breath reeking over her as he nodded along to her voice, his eyes gazing into hers. But Mary was obvlious; the alcohol was having a big effect on her, and Mike was glad about it. His hand slipped a couple of times onto her knee, and Mary passed it off with a giggle as she adjusted herself on the stool.

Two more rounds of old-fashioneds came, and Mary was pissed. She giggled and hiccuped, and her head lolled to the side as she stared over at him, asking what he does. Right now, she wasn't thinking about James; she wasn't thinking about John. She wasn't thinking about anything. She was just enjoying the moment.

although the last sip of her drink made her wobble in her chair, and the barman looked over cautiously as he wiped down glasses. Even in her drunken state, Mary knew she needed to stop, and the darkness outside told her what time it was.

"I should really get going," she announced as she pulled her purse out to pay for the drinks. Mike placed a rough hand on top of hers, stopping her, and pulled out a black credit card, handing it over to the barman.

"My treat!" he grinned, but the grin was rather uncomfortable. crooked yellow teeth with dark stains in between. Mary jumped from the stool and stumbled out of the bar, a soft giggle as she began to make her way home, Mike close in her tracks.

"Here, let me take you home," he offered, and Mary shook her head.

"No, no, it's fine; I live so far away." She brushed off his request, but Mike stepped in front of her.

"Come on, we can have some fun," he growled softly, as if he were trying to sound sexy, but Mary shook her head.

"Oh no, I don't think we should." Her voice slightly trailed off as she stumbled across the sidewalk, falling into an alley beside the bar. Mike stumbled in with her, pushing her against the wall, and Mary whimpered. The alcohol was still there; however, her head was beginning to clear.

"Come on, baby, I can make you feel good," he whispered, and Mary turned her head as he tried to kiss her, his rich breath falling on her, and she gagged.

"No, Mike, this isn't." Her words were cut off as he gripped her jaw tightly, forcing her face into his, and he slammed his lips on hers. She squealed against him, fighting against his heavy body, and in a desperate attempt at escape, she bit down hard.

"Fuck, you fucking bitch," he growled as he pulled back, his lip bleeding. His rough hands grabbed her and threw her to the ground, throwing her into the concrete and beside a puddle. Mary screamed as she hit the floor hard, her arm landing on a pile of broken glass and sliding into her skin. Just her luck, she would land straight on it. Mike growled with fury as he stepped towards her, but a scuffle could only be heard next.

"Get your fucking hands off her." That voice could be recognised anywhere, even in her drunken state.

James glared into Mike with fury, his lips hard and his hands gripping the collars of his open shirt, holding him against the wall. He was much taller than Mike, who was currently squirming beneath his grip. He growled back at James, his blood running down his chin.

"Get your hands off me, asshole.".

"If you ever touch her again, if you even come near her again, I will fucking kill you." James's voice was low and meancing, with no onuce of volume but deadliness. Mike's glare turned into horror as he stared up at James, who held him firmly to the wall.

"Who the fuck do you think you are?" He tried to free himself from the deadly grip, but James only shoved him harder into the wall.

"I'm her boyfriend. You don't want to cross me," he warned, and with a quick swipe, he showed the gun tucked in his belt. Mike whimpered and slid down the hall, desperate to escape, as James finally released him and watched as he ran like a scared puppy.

Mary groaned as she knelt up, looking down at her bleeding arm. "Shit," she swore. The alcohol must have taken over again because she never swore in her whole life, and the word had left her lips like it had been waiting to for many years. James rushed over to help her up, his arms hooking under hers to pull her from the floor.

"Here, let me help," he said softly as he brought Mary to her feet. Her knees were scraped, her dress was ruined, and her hair was a wild mess. Her eyes were barely open as her drunkenness became apparent to James, and he could smell the alcohol on her.

"I'm fine." She tried to pull away, but James held a firm grip on her, inspecting her arm.

"Come on, let's go home," he ordered as he walked her out of the alley. His car was just parked outside the bar. Ned had given him the location of the bar, and he was so glad he had left when he did; otherwise, he may not have gotten there in time. It scared him to think about what could have happened to Mary had he not turned up, and it scared Mike to death. He was certain he wasn't going to see him again, and if he did, he would most certainly hurt him for hurting Mary.

"I don't need you to take me home; I can go there myself." Her words were a slur, and she could barely hold herself up. Despite knowing she was furious with him, he wasn't going to let her go home on her own in this state.

"Have you been drinking?" he asked with furrowed brows.

"Just one; I can drink, you know," she sassed, and James sighed. She had more than one bloody drink.

"I'm taking you home; you can't go home on your own like this," he said sternly as he brought her to his car. Blood was running down her arm and dripping onto her dress, and James didn't want the public to see her like this.

"Oh, so you're in charge of me now," she teased, and James opened the door, ushering her in. If he weren't in this situation, he would have turned around and said yes, with sexy eyes and a kiss to her throat. But right now, all that mattered was getting her home safe and cleaning her up. James slipped into the driver's seat and reached over to get her seatbelt, but she battered him away.

"I can do it," she snapped as she tried to grab the belt, but her hands were so numb to the point they slipped, and she giggled, trying to find the belt again, but she wasn't anywhere near it. James reached over with one swift move and tugged the belt, buckling her in. If she wasn't hurt right now, he'd take her over his knee and spank her back to sobriety.

Mary sighed and dropped her head against the seat. The car roared to life, and he powered down the road.

"I'm mad at you," she murmured, and James stared forward.

"I know," he said softly back.

"You know, I was just a normal Christian girl before I bumped into you; I was so innocent, and now my whole life has just been thrown upwards like a ball. like a football. or a basketball. And now I'm a mafia kingpins girlfriend who does crazy hot kinky stuff, which I enjoy." James couldn't help the smirk reach his lips at the last sentence. Perhaps drunken Mary was something he wanted to see more often. At least she was honest.

"I'm sorry," he said, and he meant it. He didn't want to keep thinking like this. Where had their sweet honeymoon phase gone? It seemed to have ended so quickly. but, like they say, it doesn't last forever.

"Don't be sorry; I like when you bring out those things you call toys," she murmured as her eyes closed and James chuckled. He wasn't saying sorry for the kinky shit; he meant for the fact that he had fucked up again. Now that he had it on record, she admitted to liking the kinky life. but that wasn't the focus of this.

Instead of saying anymore, it was more important to get her home cleaned up. Her arm was bleeding, and she was cold and wet. James pulled into the driveway and raced around the car to help Mary out. She stumbled along the stone driveway, clinging onto his arm as he pulled her inside, and she hissed at the sudden pain in her arm. She was turning into a tired, drunk state now and could barely keep her eyes open.

"Mary, just step up." James became slightly frustrated as she slipped on the steps, giggling and rolling about as he tried to get her up. She was making no effort to step up, and in a huff of inpatience, James threw her over his shoulder and carried her up. It was like battling a stubborn child.

After a battle of getting her into some dry and warm pjyamas, the next task of cleaning her arm came. He held her arm steady in his firm grip as he pulled out tiny pieces of glass wedged in her skin, dropping them into a small bowl he found in the bathroom.

"Oww. I don't know how you can do this all day long," she slurred as she sat cross-legged in front of him on the bed. James furrowed his brows at her in confusion.

"What do you mean?" he asked, pulling the last piece of glass out of her arm.

"I'm sure you've had your fair share of injuries over the years. Plus the drinking. That stuff is vile. I knew I should have stopped at one," James chuckled softly. Why is Mary so confident and sassy when she's drunk? She was right, though; he had had his fair share of injuries. none of them as easy as picking out glass. A couple slugs here and there, and a knife wound to his leg. The drinking—well, he started at the age of sixteen, so it was like second nature to him. He didn't dignify her question with an answer as he wrapped her arm in a tight bandage.

"Come on, you need some rest and to sleep this off," he gently ordered as he pulled back the covers for her.

"You know, I wish I could ignore you sometimes. perhaps the day we met. But you make it so hard, and I can't help but want more of you. Even if you are a mafia, whatever it is, you call yourself," she slipped in the covers, burying herself deep in the pillows as James wrapped her in the warm duvet. He stared at her from above, silent in his own world.

She knew he was bad for her, and yet she couldn't resist him. She wanted him just as much as he wanted her.

"You're like the devil sometimes. So tempting and sexy and hot and handsome. Even right now, I'm thinking about you," she mumbled into the pillow as sleep began to take over. James smiled, sitting on the edge of the bed, stroking her head softly until he heard faint snores. Without getting in the covers, he turned on his side, draped his arm over her, and pressed himself against her, his face nuzzling the back of her head.

"So am I"

Chapter 35

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incorrect-marvel-because-why-not · 3 months

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Behold, my child

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jamesbucklebarnes · 19 days

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I haven't made any formal posts or anything but I was wondering if anyone out there is interested in a Stucky rp? I'm in no way caught up on Marvel but I've been watching a lot of stuff with sebastian stan & it's got me thinking about them but I'm a literate style rper and I'd love to do an au or something! message me if you're interested at all :D I'd be looking to play Bucky

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Hiiiii! I haven’t had a Bucky blog in ages but man, that supersoldier just can’t keep me away 😂 Relatable?

A few notes about my blog so I can pin this to the top and hopefully find the people to follow and interact with!

• my main blog is spenceralexdutton so I’ll follow back from that one!

• I have read the comics (Thunderbolts is my fave tbh - Bucky and Kobik🥹)

• I want to write Bucky with everyone 😂 AUs, readers, Natasha (again, comics fan), Steve Rogers (love Stucky), and OCs. I could even get behind some Bucky/Peggy! Got an idea? Send it over!

• I have roleplayed Bucky before, in case anyone is still doing that, I’m all up for RPing! GUIDELINES ARE HERE

• I’m working on my rules, master list, etc. Once they’re ready I’ll post them here :)

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redstarsandnightmares · 8 months

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Wanna RP with me? I'll make it easy!

Like this post if it's okay to DM you.

Send me a random ask for funsies.

Use one of the many starter sentence posts I share.

DM me on your own to talk plotting!

I don't need novel length responses, a sentence or two will do. No pressure to reply! I'm low maintenance.

I only ask that you are 18+, 21+ to the front of the line. Have your age in your blog, I will check!

I am probably the easiest person in the world to message. DM me here or catch me on Discord with the same username.

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Stucky RPs

Hello all, I’m searching for MCU roleplays with a Stucky endgame. I’m 30+, female, and my timezone is GMT+12. I’d like to play Bucky against a Steve Rogers. I’m looking for someone at least 21+, female/female-identifying/afab preferred, who can reply at least a few times a day and likes to build plot. I’m happy to play other side characters in the MCU as and when needed, and would like a partner willing to do the same (this is not the same as 'doubling'). I’m a huge fan of slow burn and unresolved sexual tension.

I write short-to-mid length paragraphs and prefer quality over quantity. I use Discord. You should be collaborative and willing to have fun :) I like to chat OOC as well so bonus points if you do too!

I’m particularly in the mood for plots like:

- canon divergence after TWS (recovering Bucky, Stucky on the run, etc) - light-to-mid HYDRA Trash Party - enemies to friends (to lovers?) e.g. FormerHYDRA!Bucky and Cap!Steve - shrinkyclinks - angst, hurt/comfort, whump - WinterSoldier!Bucky plus WinterSoldier!Steve

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Marvel / MCU Roleplay!

alright y’all, i watched captain america and the winter soldier the other day while on a plane so i’m officially back on my marvel bullshit 🤭

i’m looking to find someone to write as james buchanan barnes/bucky barnes against my female oc. i’m open to discussing doubles and writing as a character of your choosing as well 👍🏼

for a little backstory, my oc is a mutant that was experimented on and trained by hydra. think… red room and hydra mashup. yeah?

some other info:

i do not roleplay with minors. all writing partners must be at least 18. i’m 23 myself.

i would like to include smut but i don’t like making it the entire plot. i tend to lean towards more vanilla themes when writing smut also.

i write in third person + present tense and would like my partner to use the same style. i’m not that picky when it comes to response length and the quality of grammar, but i personally send 2 paragraphs at minimum. you don’t have to write a novel in each reply, but give me enough to work with 🫶🏼

i’m looking for a long-term partner here; whether we stick with the same plots or change it up, i don’t mind.

i roleplay exclusively on discord and in private servers. i make channels for each oc and roleplay along with other channels for us. i prefer to not use tupperbox simply because you cannot edit messages once you’ve sent them.

i love having roleplay partners that i can chat with ooc 🫶🏼 sharing headcanons, music, moodboards, stuff like that.

if you’re interested in writing together then please send me a message! i don’t bite, i promise. but if you’d really rather i reach out to you, then leave a like or comment on this post and i’ll send you a message 🤍 (serious inquiries only please.)

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hannawinchester03 · 8 months

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COULD HAVE BEEN WORSE.. PT2

Bucky × Fem reader!

(Y/n) and Bucky are set up to go on a blind date to get their minds off of the hectic lives they both live in, their mutual friend told them about one another and now here they are.

this chapter, has a lot of teasing. you have been warned.

This chapter contains: flirting, small talk, kissing, teasing, height difference, dominant behavior, submissive tendencies, neck grabbing, physical touch, mentions of public sex, attitude, and eye fucking (lots of it)

Word count: 2,250

flashback...

"But I don't know, maybe I do want to marry you, that'll for sure prove her wrong, don't you think sweetheart." (y/n) said changing her tone to a somewhat submissive tone to tease him watching as his pupils grew darker with lust from just her simple change in the tone of her voice. "But let's not get ahead of ourselves sir, it is only a first date after all." (y/n) added still in the submissive voice as she watched his grip on his cup tighten making a small chuckle come from her.

"Who knows maybe we will get married, seems like you need someone who will put you in your place." Bucky stated as his voice had grown slightly more deep making (y/n) begin to breathe a little more heavily as she bit her lip, keeping her eyes locked on his as she listened to him.

"Someone who will let you be you, but take care of you, make sure you're satisfied." Bucky hummed out as he took a sip of his coffee, setting the cup down taking in the fact that (y/n) was biting her lip making him chuckle softly.

"But you're right princess, this is only the first date." Bucky stated as he showed her a small smirk looking her up and down one more time as he leaned back into his seat himself. "Just saying this could have been worse, much worse."

Present day...

After the first date that (y/n) and James went on two days ago, she couldn't keep her mind off of him, not only because of the fact that he was absolutely beautiful, but the way that he acted, at first acting as if he could care less about her, not wanting to be there at all, to being what seemed to be head over heels for her, in her eyes at least.

The way she simply changed her voice to a somewhat high pitch tone to be more submissive, making his eyes darken as his brain raced with ideas the same as hers. All she thought about was, how many other simple things she could do to get a reaction out of him.

Here she was, two whole days later her life had moved on, his number in her phone but no response to her text, all she thought was about his words kept repeating in her head, how he said that she needed someone dominant like himself in her life. She couldn't help but blush at the thought, the fact it was true, she did need that in her life.

As (y/n) walked around the bookstore she worked at, she would take occasional glances at her phone messages, looking back at the message that she had sent him as he told her to text him so he would remember her number, but she still hasn't received anything, yes it was only two days, but they talked for a good 5 hours until they finally said their goodbyes.

(y/n) was finishing up her rework of the romance book section as one of the popular writers in the category was going to be coming to do a reading to promote her new book, so it was (y/n)’s job to get all of her bestselling books in a good position so that they caught the customers attention and want to buy them.

(Y/n) liked doing this because she got to do some much-needed organizing as she listened to music in one ear and helped a few customers as they gazed past the aisle asking where certain books were, and she'd tell them the directions before going back to her organizing.

As (y/n) put the last couple books away she grabbed her phone from her back pocket, checking the time and skipping a few songs as she walked through the aisles going towards the back of the store, after settling on a song she put her phone back inside of her pocket, now standing in front of a door that says ‘employes only’ she fidgeted around with the keys on her lanyard that was covered in pins, finally finding the key she was looking for opening the door leading to a small room with random things inside.

“Okay, I need a table, a tablecloth, and a comfortable chair.” (y/n) said to herself as she walked around the room finding all the things she needed, she grabbed a plastic-colored tablecloth from a box that they had collected. The customers found it more appealing to have a tablecloth that matched the book, so it was more appealing, at least that's what (y/n) thought.

Once she had collected everything, she needed on her list she grabbed the fold up table in one hand and the chair and tablecloth in her other hand as she walked out of the room kicking the heavy chair that held the door open for the small room she had been in, since it was small and always hot inside, they always kept the door open while they were inside.

“Oh, I thought I'd find you here...” (y/n) heard as she stepped outside of the small room, she had been looking down as she was trying to make sure the things were not scraping against the hardwood floorboards. As (y/n) heard this coming from a familiar voice this made her pull her head up looking around to find him.

“Of course, I'd be here, I work here.” (y/n) said as her eyes landed on James as he was leaning against one of the bookshelves with his hands in his pockets, making (y/n) roll her eyes a little as he had a smug grin on his face.

“Oh I can tell, being in that ‘employee only’ room, I only assumed.” James states as he stood up straight and walked over to (y/n), taking in the fact that she looked better than she did on their first date, her hair was up in a clip with a few pieces sticking out, taking in when she talked or moved her head he could see her jaw tighten and her pulse, as she kept her eyes up on him listing to him smart remark.

(y/n) kept her eyes on James as he came closer to her, making her take a small step back to give them some distance as she began to lightly shake her head. “No way, you're not going to text me back and now you come here thinking everything is okay.” (y/n) stated as she kept her eyes up on his watching as he stopped in his tracks and let out a small huff.

“Sweetheart, I'm not good with phones, or texting. Much rather do things the old fashion way.” James stated as he kept his eyes on (y/n) taking the time to take in her eyes as they grew slightly darker with anger as she stated her feelings on the situation, liking how her eyes seemed to sparkle as he called her the nickname.

(y/n) listened to James as he said this to her feeling his eyes as they looked her up and down as if he was a wild animal staring at his prey, she liked the feeling, don't get her wrong, but she needed to get her mind out of the gutter since she was still at work, and he needed to understand what he did was wrong.

“Who do you think you are? Asking Natasha for my job, so you can come bother me after you didn't even bother to give me a call...” (y/n) said as she set the table down next to her, letting it lean against her leg as she kept her eyes up on him, slightly shaking her head.

Her breath hitched as he got closer to her standing to be what seemed to be a whole foot taller than her, he moved his hand to hold her jaw up to look at him. “I already told you, I don't use that phone, there's no point. When I can come here and talk to you... seeing you get angry is quite entertaining.” James stated as his voice sounded scruffier and more dominant compared to his voice earlier.

(Y/n) kept her eyes up on James as he said this, holding her jaw so that she couldn't move her head away, making her let out a small huff. “I could kill you, you know that.” (y/n) mumbled as she felt his hand on the side of her neck as he let go of her chin and ran his hand to the back of her neck making her head lean back as he leaned down close to her ear.

“Oh, you wouldn't dare, who would you fantasize about? I saw you looking at all those romance books.” James says as he was close to (y/n)’s ear, breathing down her neck to tease her as he watched goosebumps form on her neck as she tried to pull back, but he tightened his grip on her neck to keep her in place.

As James tightened his grip on (y/n) she couldn’t help but look up at him instead of trying to move back, as she looked up at him, she took in the fact that his eyes were now a much darker color the same as a couple days ago, she couldn't help but smirk softly at him. “You really think I fantasize about you, you wish.” (y/n) stated as she kept her eyes up on his glancing between his eyes and down to his lips to tease him before looking back up at still darkening eyes.

“Why wish when we can make it happen...” James stated as he watched her every move as her eyes watched his face making him smirk happily as he licked his lips leaning in closer to her, so his lips were a few inches from hers. “We both want it, need it.” James added to his previous statement as he leaned in and kissed (y/n) making her let out a soft moan of release causing James to chuckle as he pulled away with a wider smirk.

“Can you move...i have to work.” (y/n) said softly as she felt the table starting to slide and it almost fell since when he kissed her, she stood up on her tippy toes wanting to make the kiss longer, but before she could grab it James grabbed it and smirked happily at her. “Sure sweetheart...” he said with a wide smirk as he stepped aside and let her walk-in front of him as he held the table for her.

Once (y/n) got to the front of the store where tables were so people could sit and read, she pointed at the big empty space and looked at James. “Make yourself useful and put the table over there. Please” (y/n) said as she kept her eyes on him and watched him as he raised an eyebrow at the order he was given, but as he heard the please he nodded and walked over doing as she asked setting the folding table up for her.

(y/n) watched as James set the table up for her, doing it with one hand opening it up and propping the legs out in the matter of a minute the table was set up, she walked over holding the chair and table cover standing next to James as she sat the chair down. “Going to need to keep you around for sure, that would've taken me a while.”

(y/n) stated as she glanced up at for a second, she couldn't help but blush as her eyes were met by his still dark ones looking down at her.

“Glad I can help, since we can't do what we really want.” James said his voice still deep with lust and longing making (y/n) smirk happily up at him, still absolutely mesmerized by the man in front of her, how he seemed to want to eat her alive, so eager for her no matter the situation. Just imagining how fun and entertaining this would be for herself. Which she was all here for.

(y/n) kept smirking as she grabbed the tablecloth and opened it tossing it on top of the table, and moved the chair to be next to the table and sign about the book reading once the set up looked the best she got it to look she stepped between the table and James as he was in the same spot watching her work.

“Now once she gets here, I can go on my break, maybe we can go explore that backroom, do some much needed organizing...” (y/n) stated as she ran her hands up and down his chest lightly to tease him as she stood up on her tippy toes to kiss his cheek teasingly before pulling away to walk away towards the aisles.

As (y/n) walked towards the romance aisle she heard James heavy footsteps following close behind her making her let out a small chuckle, as she got back to the romance aisle, she turned around towards him smiling up at him. “Gonna follow me around like a lost puppy?” (y/n) said to him with a grin making him let out a small chuckle.

“I mean I don't mind, make sure guys know you're taken...” James states as his voice was still deep and husky making (y/n) bite her lip and lightly raise an eyebrow. “Taken huh?” (y/n) she asked as she began to grab the authors new books and place some in James's hand and he happily kept his arms out letting her pile them up as he lightly nodded.

“I mean yes, you haven't left my mind since that date...” James says as he looked down at (y/n) his eyes still dark and his voice getting deeper with eagerness as (y/n) bit her lip and took a step closer to him.

“God the way your eyes get darker when you get aroused, is making me lose my mind.” (y/n) breathed out as she stood up on her tippy toes and kissed him hard making the both of them let out soft groans as they kissed for a few minutes before needing to pull back to breath making the both of them smirk as (y/n) heard the doorbell letting her know the author has arrived, she grabbed a few more books and ran towards the front with James behind her as she sat the books down on the table. As his arms were cleared, he watched as one of (y/n)’s coworkers walked up to the author, so he gripped onto her arm and pulled her back towards the back of the store…

Part 3 will be up soon, hopefully by next week.

Anyways! Hope y’all enjoyed just wanted to write another story so I can show y’all some of my potential, still learning to write 7 years later!

Feel free to message me with requests or other suggestions I’m all ears.

Bye, until next time!

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