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jadedvibes · 2 years

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Marked

Summary: Your secret relationship is nearly exposed when Natasha spots Bucky's neck covered in hickeys.

Pairing: Beefy!Bucky x reader

Warnings: 18+ only, smut, unprotected rough sex, lots of hickeys, swearing, pet names, fluffy feels, very minor angst, protective natasha, avengers tower au, beefy!bucky (he needs a warning).

Word Count: 1.3k

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“Hey babe, I’m really sorry,” Nat sat down beside you on the couch, looking at you with a sad smile.

You furrowed your brows, trying to process her words. What did she have to be sorry for?

“Um, why?”

“Because of you-know-who,” she subtly nodded her head towards Bucky chatting with Sam in the kitchen. He was laughing at something Sam had said, and despite the fact that he was wearing a hoodie, the hickeys on his neck were still visible. She knew you couldn’t miss those prominent love bites.

Nat was well aware of the giant crush you had on the dark-haired supersoldier, and she also thought that those feelings were requited. Bucky had seemed entirely enamored by you ever since you joined the team. She couldn’t believe he would do that, especially because everyone including him knew how you felt. You must have felt terrible about the whole situation.

“Oh,” biting your lip, you willed yourself not to react. Nat could read you like a book and you didn’t want her to know about the sordid details of this chapter. Not yet at least. “He’s a grown up, and he can do whatever he wants,” you stood up in haste, giving her a nod before walking back to your room.

She missed the wink Bucky shot you, and the way you smiled at the ground as you left.

Bucky assured you that the marks would heal fast, giving you free rein to do whatever you wanted to him. Unfortunately, it wasn’t fast enough.

“What the hell?” Nat muttered under her breath. She figured his actions must have hurt you so much that you couldn’t even properly react to it. Deciding to confront the man himself, she stormed into the kitchen, pulling out a chair and sitting next to Sam.

She glared at Bucky as he finished up his story, catching the eyes of both men. Sam exchanged a look with Bucky, neither having any idea why she was staring like that.

Bucky grinned at Nat cautiously, “What’s up?”

“She was literally in the room, and you couldn’t think to maybe pull your hood on, or wear a scarf?”

“Nat,” he tried to think of an explanation, but the truth wasn’t his to tell. You asked him not to. “It’s no big deal,” he lied.

His time with you was everything, and he couldn’t fight the flashback his brain had of you in his lap the night before sucking and biting his neck as you rode him. If only Nat could see the state of your chest and the marks that you had thanks to him, she’d know there were no hurt feelings.

Sam watched on, trying to keep his face neutral because he already knew about the two of you. He’d seen Bucky slip out of your room a few mornings ago, however he respected your privacy and kept your secret. Although, he had no problem teasing Bucky about it when you weren’t around.

“Live your life, but you could be more respectful of her feelings,” she said before standing up and leaving.

Bucky pursed his lips as he looked at Sam.

“Should’ve covered it up, man,” Sam smirked.

Nodding his head, “Yeah, for her sake.”

“What are you guys waiting for?”

He shrugged his shoulders, “I’m letting her set the pace, it’s up to her.”

┈┈┈┈┈・・

“Fuck, Bucky,” you cried out as his powerful hips snapped into you at a relentless pace. The sheer look of pleasure and determination on his face made you shudder as you watched him take you apart. Your legs wrapped around his waist, an impulse for more; to be closer, to be consumed.

Metal fingers began to circle your clit, making your body contract beneath him.

“Oh baby,” you whimpered. He fucked you like a god, a self-assured divine being.

Bucky smirked, “Do you like that?” His fingers continued their sweet torture as he took what he needed. With each fierce thrust he brought you closer, to your end, to his soul.

Unable to speak, you watched your perfect man lose himself inside of you.

It hit like lightning striking your body, electrifying every nerve with blissful euphoria. You threw your head back as you heard your pulse ring in your ears, wet walls squeezing tight around his cock.

Unable to think, simply feeling the sensory overload.

He groaned out your name as his hips stuttered erratically. Pushing impossibly deeper, he came hard. Shuddering his release, pumping himself empty inside his favorite place.

Collapsing on top of you, he kissed you softly before turning you on your side as he stayed nestled inside of you.

Dark blue eyes connected with yours, his thumb dusting over your bottom lip.

Tangling your hands into his hair, you pulled him closer, pressing your lips to his. Tongue sliding between his parted lips, chest pressed against his, close.

This was where you were supposed to be.

Bucky pulled back and playfully started peppering your face with kisses. Down your jawline, all over your cheeks, on your nose, and you couldn’t stop yourself from giggling.

“Bucky!” you tried to grab his face. But he wouldn’t relent, gripping the back of your neck, kissing you until you were squealing in laughter.

He loved that sound, he adored seeing you so happy. How Nat could ever think that he’d go for any other girl was not something he could comprehend. Bucky only had eyes for you.

“Doll,” he kissed your lips before letting you catch your breath. He couldn’t wait any longer, he had to know. “What are we doing?”

“What do you mean?” you whispered.

“Why are we hiding this?”

You sighed. “Because I want this to be our thing for a while longer, we’re having fun aren’t we?” you grinned, not understanding his concern.

“Of course we are, but… this is more than just fun for me,” his eyes searched yours.

Oh this sweet, soft man.

“Then we’ll tell the team, we can tell anyone you want.”

“Really?” he beamed.

“Yes, really. It’s more for me too, I don’t want you to think for a moment that it isn’t. I didn’t want anyone casting doubts on us – but I’m sure about you, so it’s okay.”

“Thank you, I can only take so much mad-dogging from Nat,” he breathed a sigh of relief. Although, his true solace came from the knowledge that the feeling in his heart was reciprocated – he was damn well certain about you too.

“Right, because that’s your thing, isn’t it tough guy?” you teased. His penchant for staring often intimidated others, but you knew the kind-hearted man under the hard exterior.

Bucky narrowed his eyes, rolling you on top of him in one swift movement. His hardened length still inside of you told you that the time for talking had ended. Your hands fell onto his strong, broad chest as you held yourself up, ready to take him for a ride.

His fiery gaze landed on your breasts, the heat from his stare capable of scorching the earth. He ran his warm fingers over the fading marks he’d left from the night before, admiring them.

Desire flooded your body and when your eyes locked, an idea came to your mind. “Why don’t you bite my neck?” you raised an eyebrow.

He sat up, the offer one he wasn’t willing to pass. Bucky trailed his lips along your jaw, nibbling his way down until he whispered, “Only if you promise to bite me back,” he licked up your neck.

With a racing heart, you circled your hips before grinding down on him. “Deal.”

There was no point in concealing this connection that meant so much to the both of you. And as his teeth bit down on your skin, a rush of arousal ran through you. The sting of his possession, the way he felt so deep inside you; this was it.

The two of you would likely tell your friends the following day about your relationship – or they could just take a look at the matching marks on your necks that let them know exactly who you belonged to.

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fakefiller · 1 year

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Our Little Secret.

Warnings — frat!bucky x reader, frat!steve x reader, kidnapping, mean!bucky, lots of degradation, protected sex bc they’re sluts??, crying during sex, threesome, mean-ish!reader, slapping, anal.

A/N — from the list of writing ideas from @kinanabinks <3 such a lovely writer

It was the biggest game of the year and you knew this. The rancid smell of the suit made your nostrils ache and stomach churn. ‘The extra credit will be worth it, they said’ you repeat to yourself as you put on the head of the otter suit, physically recoiling when the fur comes in contact with your face.

“I think it’s in here!” You hear a voice yell, more footsteps following behind it.

Panic sits in your gut but you decide not to react. Instead, you do your best to quickly – yet quietly – hide in the broom closet of the locker room. You stand bunched up behind the shelf that holds the mop bucket and broom, keeping your breaths to a minimum.

“Where the fuck could a mascot have gone?” The voice was right outside of the broom closet and you’re trying your absolute best not to move but your foot itches.

Your fucking foot itches.

You lean down to scratch the bottom of your shoe with the otter arm, failing terribly and slipping on a wet rag. “Fuck!” You yell, holding your knee in the fetal position.

The boys return to the door, twisting the knob, giving you no time to react to the intrusion. You wince and do your best to stand, preparing to charge at the group but as more appear you lose the faux confidence you once had. Adrenaline builds up in your veins and you rush them anyway, head butting one of them in the abs unsuccessfully. You fly back onto the ground with a soft scoff and the group laughs, almost offended you tried to take them on.

“Look at this fucking idiot.” The tall brunette laughs manically, resting his hand on his stomach.

“Buck, don’t be rude. Let’s just take him and go.” The taller blonde suggests, and it doesn’t register that they think you’re a guy.

“Yeah, yeah. Grab him, Steve. Me and the others’ll make sure the coast is clear.”

“Yes sir.” Steve reaches down to pick you up and you gasp at how easily he throws you over his shoulder.

All you remember is being put in the back of a white van and blacking out from how rough the brown-haired boy was driving. ‘College fucking sucks’ you think to yourself, rolling your eyes as you sit strapped to a chair in what looks like a basement. The room is dimly lit, the only source of light coming from a small window. Your head is spinning, various thoughts racing through your mind but the only one you’re sure of is that they can’t kill you. Their DNA is all over your school's locker room.

“Well, well, well. Let’s see who we have this year.” Bucky announces, beginning to undo the straps of the otter head.

“No way you fucking lames do this middle-school ass ritual every year.” You scoff, shaking your hair out of your face as he pulls off the helmet.

“Oh, shit.” Steve chuckles, swiping his hand over his face.

“We fucked up.” Bucky rubs his temples, a look of fear taking over his expression.

“No shit! It’s been guys every year, why choose a girl now?” Steve questions.

“Can I go now..” You yawn, tossing your head back against the back of the wooden chair.

“Uh – yeah. Keep this between us? I need to start in the game tonight. There’s supposed to be NFL scouts there.” Bucky confesses and Steve stares at him with a ‘just let her go’ look.

“Our little secret.” You nod.

“I’m untying you now.” Steve expresses, approaching you with his hands up.

“Make it speedy, I have to re-do my hair because of you dickheads.” You sigh, flexing your wrist in the suit as he unties each of your limbs.

“There you go.” Steve huffs as he stands back up, taking a second to take in your beauty in the dimly lit room.

“I’ll call you an uber.” Bucky adds as he pulls out his phone, being as quick as possible.

“Do me a favor and stay off my campus.” You add, staying seated until he lets you know that your ride is here.

A week has passed since the Incident, leaving you somewhat shook but free from ever being in that awful suit again. That is, until you see them. Both of them.

You walk into your local cafe, prepared to order your usual until their faces come into your line of vision. The anger in your stomach festers. Thanks to them, you missed your date with Pietro before the game and you still feel horrible about it.

“Dude, I think that’s the chick we kidnapped.” Bucky whispers to Steve and he turns back, making direct eye contact with you.

You don’t miss the way the anger in your stomach falters when he looks you up and down, admiring the way your miniskirt sits on your hips.

“Next in line.” Kennedy calls out and waves you up.

“I didn’t know you worked today, Ken! I would’ve come up way sooner.” You leaned against the counter, giving your friend a kiss on the cheek.

“I’m about to go on break, meet outside in 10?” She smiles, handing you a bag with an unreleased cake pop in it.

“You know it, see you then.” You blow her kiss and inevitably feel the two large boys staring daggers into you.

“They did what?!” Kennedy gasps.

“Mhm. I won’t lie, I was petrified but I realized they’re just football players. Just because they go to the much richer school across from us didn’t mean shit to me.” You shrug, sipping on the iced caramel latte nursed in your hand.

“I wanna be you when I grow up. You had a group of super hot, super tall football players kidnapping you for fun! I can’t believe you didn’t fuck at least one of them.” She laughs, taking a drag from the dull cigarette.

“You’re just a shameless slut.” You scoff playfully, not fully against the proposition. “I had a date with Piet that I ended up missing but still, I couldn’t go out with another guy after getting trained. That’s fucked.”

“Maybe morally, but it’s not illegal. If I were you, I’d go find them and fuck them but that’s just me.” She shrugs, dropping the cigarette butt to the ground and stomping it out.

“Remind me why you’re in SAA again?”

“Oh fuck off.” Kennedy replies with a chuckle, pushing you up from your chair. “I’m being serious! Live life and have fun, we’re in college for fuckssake.”

“Fine, fine! I’ll go fuck two random college boys who tried to kidnap me because they thought I was a guy.” You’d be lying if the idea wasn’t exciting you.

“I want all the details after. Shit, just record it.” She gives you a wink and shoos you inside.

To your disbelief, they’re still sitting at the booth that was given to them 30 minutes ago. You swallow your anxiety and march over to them with your head held high and thighs almost clenching together. Without a word said you sit down next to the blonde who you somehow trust more than the brunette.

“I want you to fuck me. Both of you. At once.”

Bucky looks at Steve and Steve looks at Bucky with a concerned look, and you start to panic. Why would you listen to Kennedy?

“Your place or ours?” Bucky asks with his head resting on his knuckles.

“Yours. I don’t want anyone I know to see me with you.” You retort quickly, avoiding eye contact with either of them.

“So what are we waiting for, exactly?” Steve asks.

“Wait – ya’ll have condoms, right? I don’t wanna catch whatever you two might have.”

“If you’re so sure we’re useless fuckboys that might ‘have something’ why even fuck us, hm?” Bucky taunts.

“Just shut up and take me to your place.” You push yourself out of the booth and Steve follows your action, Bucky reciprocating it on the other side.

Not a single word was spoken when you were pushed against the door of their apartment, Steve fumbling with the keys and Bucky kissing you feverishly. You moan in unison as you stand on the tips of your toes to hold onto his face when the door swings open. Steve tosses the keys, stripping away his flannel and pulling you out of Bucky’s grasp. Bucky has no time to be mad, instead kicking the door closed with the back of his shoe. The door slams and you jump, sighing when Steve picks you up and tosses you onto his exposed shoulder.

Bucky follows behind like a lost dog, wasting no time on tearing away his shorts and boxers, fumbling through his dresser drawer for two condoms.

“Shouldn’t we warm her up first, Buck?” Steve asks, removing his shorts while you do the same with your skirt.

“Nah. She wants to act like a slut so we’ll fuck her like one. Cockhungry whores don’t get special treatments.” Bucky replies, each word hitting your core.

“Is that what you want? To be fucked like a senseless slut?” Steve moves his hand under your chin, forcing you to make eye contact. Before you can reply, you get distracted by the faint ‘schlick’ the condom makes while Bucky slides it onto his twitching cock. “Answer me.” He demands, gently slapping the skin of your cheek.

You moan at the sensation, a meek ‘yes’ floating in the silent room.

“She’s into that rough shit. I’ll make sure to ruin her good.” Bucky meant for it to be a silent thought to himself but you heard it, rolling your eyes back into your head.

“I need both of you at once, I can take it.” You utter, your voice smaller than you intended it to be.

“Shit, she’s insatiable. Hurry up, Ste. Can’t keep her waiting, can we?”

Steve nods and carefully rips open the Magnum, stroking his aching cock before stretching the rubber around it.

“You ready, sweet thing?” Steve asks, moving to position himself behind you while Bucky situates himself between your legs from the front.

“Mh–” You’re cut off by a quick intrusion, the words on your tongue morphing into a loud moan.

Bucky’s cock sinks into your tight cunt with ardor while Steve fills your ass to the brim. You’ve never felt so full. Thinking back to your conversation with Kennedy you feel for your phone and grab it from under the pillow, flipping to the camera on shaky hands.

“We good to move, baby?” Steve asks quietly between closed teeth.

You nod, allowing yourself to get used to the feel. Your eyes screw shut and you throw your head back, back arching up into the air to expose your tits to Bucky. Steve sighs as the tip of him envelops in the warmth of your tight hole. He presses himself a little deeper inside, slowly filling you up until you were sure you couldn't take anymore, and then you did. His pace moving inside of you was agony as he stretches you like a rubber band.

Bucky’s tip hit the wet spongy spot inside of you without trying, his thick length making it impossibly hard to feel anything but him. He let out a heavy breath, looking down at you with a focused stare. "You're so fucking tight for such a dumb slut." he told you, straining to control himself as you clench around him. You take it graciously, nothing but heavy breaths and shallow whines escaping from you as you stretch around him.

Your lips form to say something, but the words die on your tongue as Steve slowly moves to pull out of you. He stops at the tip before pushing back inside, not quite fully seated back inside of you as he builds a steady pace. It was slow and gentle enough to make you feel like crying.

You were speechless, breathless, as you relish in the burn. You bury your face in the pillow next to your head, dropping your phone to grip them tightly as your fingers let you. When Steve pulled out to the tip again, he pressed one hand to your lower belly before he thrust into you.

The scream you let out was otherworldly when Steve and Bucky began to thrust in unison. Your core was lit aflame, clit throbbing painfully. It’s almost as if Steve could sense it, the way he maneuvered his hand down to play with the sensitive bundle of nerves. Bucky whimpered when you clenched around him, almost suffocating his cock. They watched with dark eyes as you struggled to take them at once like you promised you could.

Bucky takes Steve’s place and settles his hand on your stomach, feeling himself inside of you while he thrusts, the feeling of your body trying to take all of him making him impossibly harder. Steve was rutting himself into you from behind, watching the way your hole took everything it could get.

“Fuck, baby, you’re taking us so well. You were made for us – fuck – weren’t you?” Bucky praises, tucking a lock of hair behind your ear.

You whimper in response, words falling flat no matter how hard you try to push them out. His cock drags in and out of you in the most delicious way, gathering a feeling of ecstasy you could never reach without him. He was so thick, so big, he was perfect. He whimpered into your ear as Steve relentlessly fucked into you, his face inches from your own. He practically growled into your ear, voice dripping with pleasure as he spoke. "Gonna fucking ruin you, needy fucking slut.”

Tears were gathering in the corner of your eyes as you raised your hand before your head to hold onto Steve’s tousled hair, gripping his locks as you tugged on them. You spoke through the haze of senseless euphoria, shaking your head. "Don't want anyone else. Want you, only you two."

When the tight coil of your orgasm became sharper you knew you couldn’t last. How could you when you have the two hottest men you’ve ever seen plowing into you at the same time? Your mind was blank, words escaping you. All you could make out was a faint ‘m gonna cum’ before the dam burst, your body convulsing as you ride out your high on the sensation of their cocks driving into you with no end in sight.

You held onto Bucky like he would slip away at a moment's notice as he continued to fuck into you. You thrashed and moaned as tears of pleasure stream down your cheeks.

“ShitShitShit, I’m gonna-” Steve didn't get to finish the word, interrupted by a shout as he finally came. His hips stuttered and your bodies pressed closely together as he came as deeply inside of the condom as he could. “F..Fuck, sweetheart!” Bucky followed right after, allowing the mind-numbing, vision-dulling pleasure to take over his body while he spilt his seed into the protective rubber. You were so tiny underneath them as each one huffed and moaned on top of you.

You blacked out for a second, coming back down to reality when Steve's sloppy kisses peppered the skin on your naked shoulder. All three of you had to catch your breaths, too wrapped up in the other to worry about anything but getting your breathing even before you blacked out. You stayed like that for a moment, basking in the feeling of each thick cock filling you up.

“Holy, fucking, shit.” Steve breathes out, slowly pulling himself out of your ass.

“I know, right?” Bucky huffs, reciprocating Steve’s action, removing himself from your puffy cunt.

“Can I… spend the night?” You request with a sigh, sitting up to end the video on your phone.

“You can stay the month if you want to, baby. Our little secret, right?” Bucky asks, placing a gentle kiss to your forehead while Steve cleans up.

“Our little secret.”

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princessphilly · 1 year

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@the-slumberparty

My first offering, including “bouquet of flowers”, diamond necklace” and “leather cuffs”

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When most people thought of dominance and submission, they assumed leather cuffs, paddles, and crops. All black, pain, tears, mainly the sadism and masochism side of BDSM. At times, totally unrelated to dominance and submission.

A diamond necklace around your neck, a bouquet of flowers clutched in a metal hand, those did not signal dominance and submission to those who were looking for bright clues. It was rather vanilla to the casual observer.

Shivers went through your body as you knew what was to come. The rose trailing over your body, soft petals intermixed with the hard thorns. Nothing but the diamond necklace on as you submitted to your Soldier.

It was total bliss, meant for just two to know.

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onginlove · 10 months

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Moving in

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!College AU

pairing: Bucky x Black!Fem!Reader

All races can read

summary: Y/N is moving into her dorm and finds out her roommate isn’t who she thought it was.

warnings: cursing

rating: PG 13

a/n: new au! yall can do requests for this au too. the more the merrier. thinking bout turning my text small Xd. it looks so cute small <3

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As you put down the last bag in your room, you sigh and put your hands on your hips. 5 bags in total to unpack. This is gonna take a while. You though.

You can’t wait to meet your roommate. You guys texted all night last night to get to know each other before moving in. Your practically best friends now.

You as you pick up the first bag to unpack, you hear your phone ding.

roommate❤️

Hey, I got some news that I’m switching dorms.

WHAT? Since when?

They just sent me it. I’m room 128 now. Sorry. 🤷🏿‍♀️

~ Wait, so then who’s my new roommate? You thought. You tried not to thing about it too much and just try to unpack as best as you can. Until you heart the door open.

You thought it was someone breaking in so you quietly went out of your room to see who it was. It was a tall man, dark brown hair, and a very comfy outfit with just sweatpants and a shirt.

Is this my new roommate?

“Uh, hi.” You said. “Hi. You must be my roommate.” “Well, no shit. Imma be unpacking my stuff in this room. Try not to bother me please. I don’t like being bothered.” You walked back into the room, shutting the door.

“He just better not be all up in my space.”

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neonovember · 2 years

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The hating game

summary: calling the relationship between you and bucky anything but jagged edges and murder attempts would be an understatement. you hated bucky, bucky hated you, that’s all it ever was, until it wasn’t.

warnings; cliche tropes, enemies to lovers, admittance of suppressed love, fear of unrequited love, fluff, alludes to smut, bantering and playground tactics, near character death, angry bucky- sad reader, yada yada yada

authors notes: this fic has been in my drafts collecting dust..I don’t know if I should split it into 2 parts, please let me know !

Quickly unlatching the seatbelt from the quinjet, you make work of grabbing your duffel bag, whilst scurrying down the latch, onto the compound's asphalt runway. The sun is high and hidden at this time in summer, the heat gripping its slick amongst your surroundings, the animals burrowed and seeking relief from the heated rays in the shadows of pine trees and bushes.

You’re hot, sticky with your sweat, you feel it slip down your forehead, before it smacks down on your combat boots, creating a small indiscreet puddle. At first glance, it may look like the sun has gotten to you, your otherworldly, mystical abilities carving your place in the Avengers being no match to the harsh, unforgiving season, but once you look closer, analyze and examine the searing red crescents carved into your palms, or the heavy trot of your combat boots, it's clear that is far from the truth.

It isn’t the summer heat you've felt burning into the back of you since you were 12, it isn’t the summer heat that turned you into a lethargic slobbery mess, you know summer, you understand the fiery red season, you were forced to grow familiar with her in the desert state of your hometown, burnt brown soles of asphalt and broken fire hosers in summer break felt like lifetimes ago but still cherished like yesterday.

Summer isn’t unknown, your skin welcomes her into its bronze hue with open arms as if she were a childhood friend, you take summer with open mouthed gratitude, you thank her for the nostalgic reverence for your younger years. If there's anything you can understand, it's summer.

Summer hasn’t caused the unfurling rage brimming in your chest, or the curls matter to your forehead, or the way you practically run into the compound doors, it isn't her, she would never, it's him. It always is.

Gritting teeth and pulsed heachaches were a given during each and every interaction with that brunette man, you understood that, hell you were used to that, but this?, Causing dripping wet to leak from you like some bodily function? You curse him now, for making you grow distasteful of summer. You mutter obscenities under your breath as the bubbling furnace within you causes even more perspiration to slide down your forehead.

For the first time in 15 years, you wipe away sweat from your forehead. Summer has never made you sweat, it was one of those things you boasted about, protected like a child, yelled it into the face of Tony or Steve. He does though, he makes you sweat.

You gulp down the indescribable feeling of losing yourself to your rage, and scrub your face harder. You try to get further, but the soles of your feet feel like marshmallows, like you're stepping on clouds as you stomp to find footing.

You hear your name being called but you’re too engrossed within your anger that it becomes inaudible, the sound muffled by your shaking hands and tight grip of the events that had transcribed earlier. Knuckles in palms are you fight every instinct to unleash the burning fury within you onto him.

It had been a normal mission, purely extractions, nothing you haven’t done before, nothing you couldn’t have done blind folded.

Steve had motioned for you to join Bucky's original solo mission, and much to his dismay, you disgruntledly joined along, half in quiet pettiness to prove something to his brooding ass.

Bucky hadn’t necessarily told you directly that he disliked you, no, he’d never let off his gentlemen facade, never do the impoliteness of just bluntly expressing his distaste, but from the way he’s eyes narrowed at your frame whenever you walked into the room, or his quiet annoyance whenever you’d speak, eyes rolling, his pretty lips pulled tight, unfurling a strange peppering anger across your body, told you he didn’t have to.

Bucky Buchanan Barnes may be a quiet, introverted man, content, or maybe forced to keep to himself, but his body, that 6ft mass of muscle that stomped rather than stepped, will speak paragraphs more than his words.

It wasn’t like you didn’t try, god, you spent weeks trying to coax a friendship with him, beg him and bribe him like he was a damn baby, asking him to join you for lunch, or grab a coffee or even get his insight on a mission. It never worked, each met with a faltering excuse, fiend regret as he declined your every advance, as if the motherfucker already knew before you asked him.

You pride yourself on being resilient, never backing down or giving up but after the second week of his dismissal, you did what you thought you’d never do; give up. You hated looking pathetically desperate, and you were close to crossing that bridge with Bucky.

This awkward acquaintance was only held with Bucky, your friendships with the rest of the Avengers blossoming rather quickly, and for a while, your insecurity over Bucky’s denial had been stamped out by the comfort of your close companionships with the rest of the team.

Though, after you had grown accustomed to their familiarity, it seemed as if Bucky’s coldness towards you had increased, pronounced like swollen skin when you’d converse in common rooms and at dinner. That easiness you held with the team put in hesistaton and faltering once he sat amongst you, his eyes burning holes into your skin, your jittering nervousness souring your mood, ruining any hope of a relaxing evening.

You could feel the rest of the avengers sense it, half of them were killer assassins, you’d hope they did for the rest of the worlds sake. You heard it too, hushed questions in training rooms, and prodding conversations Sam would badger Bucky with. You always tried to listen in though, as much as you willed yourself not to, you wanted to hear his answer, why he didn’t like you, you felt the heaviness of your insecurity in your heart then, it was never satisfied, his murmured reply falling inaudible to your ears.

You walked back in heated shame, why did he make you like this? You had grown confident in your skin, comfortable enough to not care if someone hadn’t particularly liked you, but now, with the jittering nervousness that caressed your skin every time he was near, the pounding of your heart behind your ribs, it was as if your entire existence relied on James Buchanan Barnes fucking deciding you were enough for his company. And you didn't like that, you didn't like that at all.

One night you had asked Natasha about Bucky whilst she was in your room, your legs resting on her thighs as she painted them, mind fuzzy and warm with the bottle of wine she’s sneaked from the kitchen, lips shushing hands at your shock, before grinning at your excitement.

She simply shrugged, eyes slitting over your form in pursed cluelessness, whispering assurances that he didn’t hate you, he couldn't hate you,

But he didn’t like you either,

She rolled her eyes at that, her brows pointed up, dismissing your claims and assuring you he was just a brooding old man. A brooding old man that was a shut book, hard to understand or siphon, an enigma only Steve had the curse to understand.

Of course you don’t want him to hate you, you would be fighting alongside him, splitting skin and breaking bones together, laying your bodies on the line for humanity and reason. It was normal to understand you’d even hold each other’s lives within your grasp, the only assurance of survival, the whispered promise of protection and companionship, the soothing balm to your distress.

But with the way Bucky so confidently dismissed you without even knowing a single thing about you, sent you on a whirlwind. Your mind wouldn’t put it to rest, the knowledge of his rejection pressing into your skin until your only reprieve was throwing it back at him, your condescending attitude unnerving him whenever you bite back a snarky remark, or undermine his every word.

There were countless times within the compound meeting rooms where you both were found butting heads, rising anger at each other’s condescending push backs, never surrendering, never giving the benefit of the doubt, never agreeing.

On some rare occasions, mostly during mission briefings or operational meetings, you’d had to be physically restrained by both Natasha and Bruce, your newfound strength built from the fury of Bucky’s stupid taunting, your hands flying over towards Buckys smug expression, torso pulled back from crawling over the damn table and ripping his jugular out. You screamed that you’d get a little peace and quiet then, and he’d thrown a dagger at your face.

So yeah, Bucky may act as if he didn’t hate you, but you certainly made it noticeably clear that you hated him.

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“Don’t turn your back on me!” Bucky's borrowing voice rattles the ceiling lights as he staggers towards you, eyes darkened, orbs glowing in a blue storm.

“Well look at that, my back is in fact turned, and you can’t do a single damn thing about it” You reply, rolling your eyes as you continue your haste trek into the compound

You ignore his ridiculous command and continue walking through the compound, arms tucked into your tactical suit, your duffel strewn across your shoulder. You’re sweaty and gross from the mission, and frankly, you're too tired to entertain this.

“I’m talking to you goddamn it!” His voice darkens with command, as if a warning, he reaches for your shoulder, thick fingers violently turning you towards him, the curve of your neck grinds painfully to keep up with his harsh swerv, but you bite back the howl of pain in favour of aloofness. You won’t give him the satisfaction of seeing you in the pain of his own doing, you won’t show him hes metal arm fucking hurts

“I got it, Barnes,” You spit his name like cyanide, the syllables jumping off your tongue until they’re on the floor in front of him. Bucky scoffs like you hadn’t answered him at all, his chest rising and falling heavily in exasperation.

You’ve never truly seen the breath of Buckys anger, always on the other end of sparring sessions with him holding back, until you’d grit you teeth and unwrapped yours hands, muttering how stupid he’s being, how you could take him.

You knew you couldn’t, it’s partly why you taunted him, you wanted to see, you knew it was stupid and would earn you a broken bone or two, but your body had a habit of acting before your brain could rationalise.

So each time you’d stand there, opening your mouth and begging for a front row seat to your early retirement. At least you’d actually get to fight him, and not some soft childish alter ego he had only for you that threw weak punches and always made you win.

You see it now though, his hands twitch as if he’s withholding, knuckles white and bones pointed, you gulp down the instinct to cower against his dark glare, fear beginning to bloom in your chest as you see the fires of Bucky's simmering rage.

There was always a humour under laced behind every sarcastic retort you’d throw at him, juvenile and satirical banter you’d share. Now however, you notice Bucky’s very real malevolence, his words clip and short, mechanical, as if talking to you would cause his very short temper to snap into two.

You found it ridiculous, you and Bucky had shared less than 10 words that weren’t childish quibbles, he hadn’t even wanted you on this mission in the first place, much less give mental space to care about your actions during. Even actions that were as ridiculously foolish as throwing yourself into a crumbling building.

That was just how it was, your established relationship with him, it’s all you knew, your stomach knotted with confusion and anxiety at his change, at his sudden concern for your well-being. Even if it was hidden behind angered yells of dissidents and chastise of “disobeying protocol”.

You didn’t want to understand him, he’s mood swings or whatever the hell it was, yet you grew antsy as you felt the normalcy of your clashing relationship slip into something else. Something that you didn’t want to entertain, protection for your heart and mind, but there it stood. The whispers in your ear questioning him,

“Does he actually care?”

“Does he actually care about you?”

You found it hard to lock away those thoughts, keep them hidden in the seclusion of your mind. All you wanted was for things to just go back to the way they were, you wanted him to throw his sarcastic baited remakes at you, condescend your comments, build the fire of your rivalry.

This, now this, was harrowing in the way it was so abnormal, you feel yourself wince as you recalled his actions proceeding your rookie foolishness, how his face had turned horrified, how he displayed a reaction you’d never seen before until it had clicked,

He was terrified.

It may have been mounted behind blankets of raging anger and condescension, but it was there, he shook with it, he gripped your arm with it, Bucky’s fear took hold faster than his anger, Bucky’s fear was stronger too.

The way he’s refused to even look at you after the mission, the silence on the ride back had been heavy with tension, the animosity radiating off of him in waves until you felt its ribbons wrapping around your lungs, choking you with his hostility.

He grips his hands at his hips, the muscle twitching with suppression

“I know I made a mistake, for fucks sake, but I saved them didn’t I? The choice, whilst dangerous and unplanned, was the right thing to do at the end of the day” You said solemnly, crossing your arms on your chest, a sick, condescending smile on your face. You grin as his cerulean orbs flowed with fumbled rage, half lids widening at your remark.

“The right thing?!, The building was a breathe away from disintegrating, you not only completely disregarded mission protocol, but you ignored my direct order to evacuate the site” He growled, he’s jaw tightened against his teeth, the bone jutting out painfully until it formed a sharp curve, you resist the temptation of gliding your finger across the edge, you could taste the crimson that would’ve dropped from your index.

His dark locks swayed violently every time he spoke, whipping around his forehead before hastily being tugged back behind his ears.

“What’s the whole point of this Bucky? What am I fighting for? The whole entire reason I’m even here is to do the things I did, it’s to put them first, it to lie myself on the fucking line no matter how terrifying it is. Is this not what it means to be what we are? Avengers? Avenge? What am I if not throwing myself ferociously into danger to save the people who can’t?” You tried to reasoning with him, hands flapping about aimlessly.

“No..no” He grunted out eyes burning a blue whirlwind.

“No?!, God Damn it Bucky!, Stop with this, what, you think I’m not capable enough? Is that it?” Need to keep me on a leash?”

This was a fucking joke, you didn’t even know why was so angry, it wasn’t like you haven’t, any of the avengers haven’t chosen risky choices, in favour of the few civilians that needed to be saved, his outburst was concerningly inappropriate, honesty. More than you choice of running back into the falling apart building ever was.

“You could’ve died” He grunted out, in a low growl that stirred something within you, it was at the edge of your belly, seeping into your hot chest of rage, swirling through the channels and gripping onto your anger. The feeling whilst unknown, felt familiar as it blossomed through you, you felt it overcome you before you pushed it back down, turning the foreign sensation into ammunition for your anger.

“Oh lay off the good guy facade Barnes, we know you wouldn’t give to shits if I were dead, you’d probably cheer in victory” You tongue poked out to lick the smirk of your lips, your throat constricted at your bleek suggestion, as true as you believe it was, it still ebbed away at your chest. The knowingness settling into your belly that Bucky had disregarded to the point of throwing your life away as a mere fate of the job.

“James Buchanan Barnes, always finding a silver lining to a shit show huh?” You chuckled, eyes glowing with satisfaction at the incredulous look on his face.

“What?” He growled slowly, he couldn’t believe you’d just say that, to him, to everyone, with such fervour and confidence, like it was the truth. He couldn’t believe it, until he caught the glimpse of your eye blinking back, a blank expression on your face as you prepared for his remark.

You believed it, truly, Bucky Barnes held a dictionary of adjectives to describe you, but a liar wasn’t one of them. Your dark brown orbs held resentment, anger annoyance, everything he was used to with you, but amongst the ordinary feelings of hatred, there was a sliver of sadness. The melancholy feeling leaves an indiscreet mark, pulling him back from his opened mouth remark, reeling his mind to still.

You truly believed that he would be happy that you died. The thought shocked him frozen, his hands stopping shaking with that anger he had felt just moments before, now replaced with white hot confusion.

“Cmon Bucky, stop it” You say, whispering the last part to him, your cold confident demeanour shattering slightly, your facade so close to breaking. It willed itself not to, not in front of him, never.

“You didn’t like me the second I walked through those doors, it doesn’t take a trained assassin to figure out you fucking despise me now” You say, your face blanking, eyes boring into his, as if to question, as if to deny, the obvious truth.

“No, no, what are you saying? Hate you? I don’t fucking hate you!” Bucky yelled, reeling back to look into your eyes for any hint of humour. He wanted there to be, for once he needed there to be.

“No, no, Bucky, stop, don’t say that, don’t fucking say that” You shook your head violently, lips wobbling to conceal your tears.

“Listen to me, listen, I don’t hate you, I’ve never hated you!” He yelled it until the words boomed across the compound, until Steve and Natasha were starting to get up from the living room room across.

“Stop fucking lying Barnes, I told you this before and I’ll tell you again, I don’t like liars, and I don’t like being made a fool, so don’t stand here and tell me that what I said was a lie” You scream back, gripping your tactical jacket in your grasp until the material stretched and weaned under your hold, your vision burnt with the withhelsion of tears, you felt the tightly knit band snap in two as you stared at his face, at his distraught face, as if what you said was anything but the truth.

“Who said this? Who made you believe this?!” He flowed with a different type of anger, a possessive rage filling him as he’s mind drifting to the possibility of someone doing this, making you believe their lies.

You closed your eyes as you squeezed your body, you'd been doing so well, you’d been good for so long, you would never forgive yourself if you let it slip now, in front of him.

The sound of your name called you forth, until you peak your eyelids open and saw Bucky was closer than before, reaching out to your arm.

“Who said this?” He punctured again, and the wilting of the hatred bloomed to ignite once again.

A burnt out fire within you seemed to ignite upright as he grasped your palm, as you felt his skin across yours, how dare he. How dare he remain emotionless towards you for months, for so long, and now ask you why you’d begun to believe it. His concern now felt dirty, it felt wrong on your skin, it felt wrong in all sense, you weren’t this pathetic, you’d never let yourself get so low only to be left in the dirt again, only to be faced with his soulless eyes once more.

“You did, James, your entire existence has taught me that” You barked back after a moment of pause, your jaw creaked under the pressure of your tense, and you don’t miss the shock paint over his face, you take glee in it, his guilt, you wish to paint your face with it, to swim through it, until it dripped down your body.

He gulps back what seems to be invisible bricks, scanning your face for any hint of sarcasm, he finds none but remains his eyes on you. The high sun seems to be dipping now, the colours changing on his face, his eyes lighting up at they shone in the oranges and pinks of the sunset, for the first time, you realise how long you two have been doing..this. It seems never-ending, this dance.

You hear him whisper obscenities under his breath, before he winced in pain, eyes squinted

“I..did?, I made you feel like this?, Goddamn it, doll I just-, fuck” He says, looking lost for words.

“You’ve got to believe me, I don’t hate you, god the fucking opposite, I, I don’t even know what I’m saying, but please, listen to me doll, all I’ve done, everything I’ve done, pushing you away, it’s not because I hate you” He says it ferociously, with determination.

“Bucky..why do you keep lying to me?” You break your stare from the fields of grass behind him, Bucky, once again reels you back into what's become your entire life, closing the bubble around you too, the satisfaction from before dissipating like steam.

“I can deal with it, I’ve fucking dealt with it before, hate me, I don’t care, but don’t make me believe you don’t, don’t make me feel like there’s a possibility” You say back.

You’re tired, your bones wilt with this back and forth, with this tired old dance the two of you have consumed yourself with, the bubbles of your insecurities seem to leap from your throat, and you don’t have the power to stop them from pouring right out in front of you.

He gripped your hand firmly, whispering, commanding you to stop, stop with this assumption, stop yourself from sinking into the puddle of insecurity.

“I shouldn’t have screamed at you, I should be apologies for the months of pain I’ve caused you, I will probably never deserve any reprieve you give, I know you should probably never forgive me, I know that, but I won’t have it, I won’t, I won’t have you believe I hate you.”

“It’s just-, seeing you run into that building, watching it crumble as you dove head first, I’ve never been so terrified in my entire life. I couldn’t see you anywhere, I called and called and I just heard silence. God, that was the one time in my entire life I didn't want silence.. It scared me, what you did scared me, I never considered it before but right then and there it was like I could finally understand. If I lost you, I’d lose myself, if you weren’t okay, I don’t know what I would have done” He scrubbed his jaw at that, eyes bringing with red tears.

“I couldn’t have you alone in there dying, I couldn’t do that, not when I didn’t tell you,” He began once more, and you felt the dip in your gut at the direction of his words

“Tell me what?” You gulp at his confessions, your heart reeling with anticipation as the conversations steered into the banks of something you knew was always there.

“Doll, don’t you know?, He steps forward, the crinkle of his shirt unfolds as he moves, the sounds of his boots collide with the being of your heart, you feel him flutter his hands across your neck, but you don't dare look away from his eyes.

“I’m in love with you” He finally says it, whats ben torturing the months and nights since you began, he finally releases what spurred him into snapping at you in the first place. His love.

And just like that, the hatred, the rage, the grief and rivalry between you guys that you’d known me for as long as you could breathe, fell away. Collapsed into the concrete flooring of the compound, turned into dust as it glinted in the afternoon sun. You couldn’t believe how blind you’d been, couldn’t believe what was staring at you all along. You feel the hitch of your throat the moment he uttered those three words, a new type of fear conceals your insides, it travels along your back until you understand for what it is; hope, excitement, futures.

somehow its so much worse.

You step back, legs shaking, unable to hold yourself up you don't want to believe it, you don't want to let the truth of it seep into you the way your skin swallows the sun.

‘No..no Bucky, come on, why? Why are you doing this to me?!” You want to yell, to tell him to stop with these games, but it comes out in croaks, where half the letters are missing, and it sounds like wet lungs.

He steps closer, and just like that the band snaps, you feel yourself crumble as you swiftly turn the other way, and before you can breath you take off, the soles of your feet bouncing along the floor, until the soft earth meets your shoes, and the wind slaps across your face.

You don't know where you're going, your lungs expand as you take mouthfuls, but none of them seem to reprieve your gurgling mess of hiccups, you just run. Until the view of the compound is a bleak splotch amongst the fields and you are far away from the desperate hope you know all too well, until you don't have to believe it once more, until you stumble into the dark dirt of the forest floor.

part two

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earthlingsvibeclub · 3 years

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tocastielandback · 2 years

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Welcome Home, Soldier [Part 1]

Pairing: 40s!Bucky Barnes x Plus Size SE Asian F!OC

Word Count: 1768

Description: Everyone knows that charming sergeant from Brooklyn could have any woman on his arm, yet he chose the nurse who was a black sheep in every way. Will one mission end their unlikely romance?

Author’s Note: It's finally here! Pretty sure this is the longest fic I've ever written to date. Currently, the first two parts are done. I think I'll post the second and third together once it's completely finished.

***Update (2/4/22): I've been noticing that the beginning keeps getting cut off and a line keeps repeating even though I've fixed it once before. I've edited it again, but if it still happens, give me a heads up and I'll figure something out.

Warnings: angst, fluff, implied racially motivated attack, insecurity, self-hate, cursing, eventual smut

Tags: @mysoftboybensolo, @maria-chwan, @lokiskitten, @caffeinated-fan

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Amelie waited with the crowd at New York Harbor. Sunlight reflected off the compact mirrors held by sweethearts doing last-minute makeup checks. Children bounced gleefully on their feet, asking their parents when the ship was coming.

“Soon, Johnny,” she overheard a mother tell her little boy.

“Look! Right on the horizon!” a man from another family pointed out a speck in the distance.

Amelie’s eyes followed everyone else’s, her heart thumped, threatening to punch a hole right through her chest.

She basked in the onlookers’ anticipation… but she shouldn’t.

This is ridiculous, Amelie told herself. There’s no way he’s on that vessel.

Not after what happened in Austria.

Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes was initially presumed dead after he had fallen into a ravine from a train during a mission with the Howling Commandos.

She was surrounded by the wounded and the dead alike. The bleakness of war never let up when men—who were in perfect health and determined to fight to the end—returned from behind enemy lines with lost limbs, major blood loss and battle fatigue.

But this was her Bucky.

She couldn’t recall much about the day she found out. One thing she did know was the weight of the news dropped onto her worn form as she entered her sleeping quarters.

He was gone. He was really gone.

She sat on the floor, taking with her the bundle of letters he had written her over the course of their training at Camp McCoy.

Amelie hugged the envelopes to her heart, her anguish finally washed over her like a tsunami as she wept.

She did this for two or three nights until Captain Rogers paid her a visit.

“He survived,” Steve simply said.

Amelie’s brows furrowed, lips parted, then came together slightly. But the words weren’t coming together.

The Captain nodded, giving a smile that was barely there. “I know. I was shocked, too.”

“H-How?” she asked.

It was impossible. She had to be dreaming.

He couldn’t divulge much; just that Bucky surpassed the amount of time doctors expected him to live.

One hundred and fifty foot drop. Survived.

For the remainder of the war, she held onto his words. She had to.

Not only because she held out hope, but because Steve was his brother-in-arms, his best friend even before the war. He was there when it happened.

That was 8 months ago.

Her heart wanted to believe she would get to see the man she loved again. That she could hear his honey-dripped Brooklyn drawl and lose herself in those pale blue eyes.

Her mind knew it was wishful thinking. He may have lived, but not for long. No one would from a fall that high.

Steve’s lack of updates didn’t help either. Amelie suspected he found himself in hot water for revealing details of the mission to someone not cleared by the SSR. Or he was just busy with whatever else they had him do.

Now, as the ship neared the dock, all faith she had was being chipped away like a sculptor’s medium under a chisel and hammer.

There’s no way, there’s no way.

Amelie sat on one of the newly-cleared benches by the railings. She was the only one there now, a cruel foretelling of her solo trip to a seedy New York motel.

She pulled the flap of her WAC-issued purse up and dug through her stuff until she felt the stack of envelopes tied together at the bottom.

Twiddling the twine between her thumb and index finger, she meditated on their relationship.

Bucky was the only man who saw her as a person. Hell, he was the only man who saw her, period.

The fool she was, Amelie quickly fell for his charm. She was an ugly duckling in a sea of swans. But he was always kind to her, even when other people were around.

This intrigued her.

They met on a cool, December night in England when they were alone.

“Are you okay, ma’am?” Bucky’s brows knit under the visor of his cap.

Amelie nodded, but her body said otherwise.

She took in some air and slowly released it through her nose.

How would she be able to help the men if it took this much effort to come down from anxiety-inducing interactions?

Despite his presence acting as a safety net he so generously spread out for her, she thought it wise to not take the plunge.

“I’m not even Japanese…” Amelie mumbled to herself, repeating what she’d told the drunkard harassing her.

“Hey…” Bucky took her hand and helped her back on her feet. “Don’t listen to him.”

When they stood face-to-face, he continued, “Japanese or not, you don’t deserve to be treated like that.”

God, how she wanted to unload her woes to this man. How much she hated sticking out in the worst ways possible. The mounting pressures of having to prove herself that she was as capable as the white nurses. The feelings of being small, despite having a larger body.

But as she was so used to doing, she bit her tongue. No need to scare away the only man who has shown her the least bit of decency.

“Let me walk you back,” Bucky said, referring to the nurses’ compound.

She took him up on the offer.

He got her there with no further run-ins. She thanked him, bade him a good night and headed for her bunk.

“If you ever run into trouble, come find me, okay?” he looked after her with hopeful eyes.

He could have easily disregarded her the following day. He could’ve been drunk himself, because who the hell would care about her wellbeing?

“Shit, I’m so sorry,” Amelie said to the person she almost bumped her tray into.

Normally, she made brief eye contact and diverted her gaze in a matter of seconds, but she gawked when she was met with a pair of steel blue eyes.

“Whoa, no need to rush. The eggs aren’t gonna jump off your plate,” Bucky teased, bringing a bashful grin to her face.

“No, I suppose they won’t,” she laughed a little.

He licked his lips and his playful demeanor was swapped with one of a softer nature.

“You feel any better this morning?” he wondered, lowering his own tray to his stomach.

Her jaw dropped. “Uh… I am, yeah.”

She probably looked like a lost child. She definitely felt like one.

“Good. I’m glad,” Bucky was the one pausing now, his stare remaining on the short woman in front of him.

He snapped out of it, rubbing the back of his neck slightly as if to diffuse an itch.

“I’ll see you around, then,” he gave her a small smile and followed the rest of the men who were ridding themselves of their dirty dishes before exiting the mess hall.

Amelie felt the butterflies in her stomach left in his wake, immobilizing her.

He treated every woman the same, but he wasn’t flirty with her.

Amelie took this as a reminder of her reality: good enough to be friends with, not enough to be loved.

Not attractive enough, not fun, not interesting. Certainly not someone who hung the moon.

Then he asked her out on a date. She knew this could only mean one thing: a joke. Either he would humiliate her himself or he’d let some of the men from his regiment in on the fun. That was, if he showed at all.

With this in mind, Amelie stayed vigilant. Much to her burdened relief, he did end up meeting with her at the time they agreed upon.

All around her were men in shades of green, khaki, black and blue.

Locals were few and far between.

Now the chances of catching his friends off-guard were slim.

It was probably why he picked this restaurant in the first place, she thought while rubbing her knuckles. Bucky Barnes had the looks and the brains.

“Amelie?”

Though not sharp in tone, his voice was like a needle, bursting the metaphorical balloon filling rapidly with her paranoid thinking.

“Hm?” Amelie turned her attention back to her date and stopped moving her hand, crossing it over the other laid out on the table.

“You… expecting someone?” Bucky’s brow quirked, a smirk playing on his lips.

God, those lips.

“N-No, of course not,” she shifted in her spot on the booth. “Why, are you?”

Stupid, stupid, stupid, she chided herself mentally.

Now that smirk was a full-blown smile. The corners of his eyes crinkled and, between two rows of perfect white teeth a laugh emerged.

“‘Course not. Just you and I tonight,” Bucky said.

Amelie blushed.

He had the cutest laugh. Not only that, but she caused it. Her.

“It’s… my first date,” she admitted.

Technically, it was true. It was certainly better than ‘I’m looking to stop your friends from pouring water on my head or whatever you have planned to make sure I never go on a date ever again.’

“I know,” she hastily added. “I’m 25 and never went on a date. Lame, right?”

To take the edge off her confession, she forced a tight-lipped smile and dropped her eyes on the reflection of the overhead light on the table.

“Nothing wrong with that,” he reassured. “Just the boys who couldn’t see what a pretty dame you are.”

“Bucky—“

The server approached their table and set down a small portion of bread with some oleo on the side.

Bucky gave a quick, but polite thank-you before turning back to a blushing Amelie.

No man has ever thought such things about her. No man who was courteous, anyway, nor genuine.

“You’re not just saying that, are you?” she shook her head and opted to take a sip of water, not wanting to be the first to eat.

She eyed his beer bottle. It was almost finished.

“Who do I look like, right now, Hedy Lemarr?” Amelie half-joked and drank again.

Catching on to her self-inflicted insult, his smile faltered. His hands had broken a piece of bread in two.

“I see Amelie Mendez. So beautiful, but also the sweetest and best Army nurse I’ve ever met.”

She pulled her glass away and coughed on her balled-up fist. “Bucky, that’s—“

He looked at her expectantly but not in a way that was demanding a response immediately.

“That’s… really nice of you,” she blinked.

Was she really about to cry on her first date?

He picked up his knife and spread the butter substitute on one of the slices.

“I’m not just saying that, either. I really mean it, doll.”

#Marvel #James Buchanan Barnes #Bucky Barnes #Sergeant Barnes #Sebastian Stan #Bucky Barnes x plus size!OC #Bucky Barnes x woc!OC #Bucky Barnes x SE Asian!OC #Bucky Barnes x plus size reader #felt good putting that disclaimer #like I'm part of the cool kids lol #also I was about to make a whole other moodboard up top #but finding any WWII stuff involving plus size women or woc is a CHORE #why did I have to love 40s!Bucky so much ugh #my writing #my fic #mine

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callmelinamfsnow · 3 years

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“I Don’t Care”

Bucky & Sam x reader (platonic)

Just a little blurb I made after I watched The Falcon and Winter Soldier trailer :)

“Y/N”

“Y/N!”

“What?!” I all but yelled, turning around harshly not even bothering to hide the hostility behind my voice or face. Then, Sam gave me that look. That look that I, as well as Bucky, know all too well. The look they give you when they’re scared of you. Of what you can do. They’re scared of what you are.

“Y/N, we can help you” Bucky said calmly walking towards me.

I scoffed. “That’s the thing Buck. I don’t need you’re help, or pity, or sympathy” I spat. “I can get by and do this all on my own. Just like I’ve been doing!” I finished and turned, continuing my march to my destination. “But you don’t have to y/n! You never did” he called after me making me stop in my tracks.

“I don’t care” I mumbled to myself.

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jadedvibes · 2 years

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Wanted

Summary: You consider ending things with Bucky after seeing a girl come on to him, but it's not that easy, and you get a hard reminder about who he really wants in the clubhouse bathroom.

Pairing: Beefy biker!Bucky x reader

Warnings: 18+ only, smut, unprotected rough possessive sex, oral sex (f), fingering, brief exhibitionism/semi-public sex, mirror sex, jealous and angry reader, biker slang/culture, slightly toxic angsty vibes with a happy ending, a lot of swearing, pet names, beefy!bucky (he needs a warning).

Word Count: 1.6k

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Leaning against the counter you tried to slow your breath and calm down after what you had just seen. A slutty little sweet butt, practically grinding herself against the man you’d been seeing – the man you thought was yours. Hell, he hadn’t told you that you were his old lady, but countless nights tangled up in his sheets at the clubhouse had you thinking that you were something more. Anything more.

You watched the way he smirked at her before you finally got sick of the sight and stormed into the bathroom down the hall.

Embarrassment flooded you as you realized what a waste your efforts with him were. You tried your best to play it cool, go easy and casual with Bucky because that's the pace that he set. But now you knew that he was just stringing you along out of convenience.

Deep blue eyes locked with yours as you stared into the mirror, the brawny biker slipping into the bathroom behind you.

“You just couldn’t help yourself, could ya Buck?” you sneered at his reflection.

“C’mon darlin’, don’t be like that.” His big, warm hands slowly slid around your waist from behind.

You turned in his hold, glaring up into his stupid gorgeous eyes. He towered over you and his large frame took over the cramped space. Why did he have to look like that? All broody, and irresistible, and annoyingly beguiling. Just having his hands on you made you want to fall down the rabbit hole, pretend like it didn’t bother you, as if your heart wasn’t on the line and you were perfectly fine – but then he smirked.

Anger rose up your chest as you looked at him, grinning at you like he did at her. Rage took over. “I’m fucking done with you!” you shouted, shoving his broad chest away from you, but he didn’t move an inch and you hated how hot that was. His body emanated power, and his presence made you weak.

Bucky’s eyebrows raised, his mouth slightly opening as his gaze darkened. “Nothing happened, and nothing was gonna happen, honest,” he declared. He sounded sincere, and you despised the way you felt your hard exterior fragment at his words.

That smug smirk graced his lips again, and you wanted to slap it off, or more honestly, kiss it off.

“You didn’t want something to happen with her?”

He crowded you, pushing you up against the counter behind you, close enough to feel the heat permeating off his body. “Now why would I want that when I have this sexy little spitfire right here?”

You rolled your eyes, biting your lip as you fought to hold onto your resolve the best you could. God, you just wanted him to hurt a little bit, wanted to be the one to walk away. “You don’t have me, Bucky.”

Gently running the back of his knuckles down the side of your face, his gaze flickered from your mouth to your eyes. “Don’t I?” he questioned, unaffected by your lie.

Gasping at his arrogance, “You son of a bitch.” You were done, this was it. He was used to getting his way with every girl he came across, but you weren’t going to give the self-righteous bastard the satisfaction.

His gruff voice broke your train of thought. “Because you sure as hell have me.”

Your breath hitched as you looked into his dark dilated pupils – he meant it.

“You’re only gonna break my heart, I don't think we should –”

His lips cut you off before you could end it. His tongue was hot and determined. His hands moved up and cupped your jaw as he held you in place, kissing you until you couldn’t think. Until you forgot why you were mad in the first place, only knowing that you needed him.

“You can’t quit me, baby,” he whispered against your lips. His hypnotic eyes reminded you that you were too far gone; his lips against your neck as his rough hands slid down and up your skirt, kneading your ass harshly cemented his possession.

With his sinful blue eyes transfixed on yours, he dropped to his knees between your legs and licked up the length of your inner thigh. Heat bloomed in your core as you gave in, watching him kiss his way up your thighs, biting into your flesh as his eyes held yours. Whimpering out, you tugged him closer, needing more. Bucky chuckled darkly before burying his face in between your thighs, licking and sucking you through your lacy g-string. He hooked his thumbs into the sides of your panty and eased them off before swiftly hooking your leg over his shoulder and swiping his hot thick tongue through your wet folds.

Your hands fell to his hair, holding him in place. “So fuckin’ good,” he groaned under his breath, his eyes closed in pleasure as he licked you from your entrance to clit, over and over again.

Without warning he shoved two thick fingers into your center, working you over as his tongue fixated on your bundle of nerves. The cool metal of his rings sliding against your hot skin created a delicious contrast. You moaned in between gasps of air, watching as he took care of what he knew belonged to him. The grip on his hair got harsher and he could tell you were close, feeling your needy muscles quiver – his favorite tell-tale sign.

Unable to control yourself you trembled in pleasure, body convulsing as you came undone. “That’s it, baby,” he purred, helping you through it, curling his fingers deeper inside of you. Mischievous eyes watched in appreciation, his chest swelling with pride as you whimpered out his name.

While your anger had been snuffed out to embers, your passion for him reignited the flame.

You coaxed Bucky to stand before tearing at his shirt, pulling his cut and flannel open so that you could nip at his neck. You bit and sucked your way down to his tattooed chest, leaving your mark as you went.

Tugging at his belt, you swiftly undid his jeans, desperate to feel him. Before you could wrap your hand around his heavy length, he gripped the back of your thighs and pressed you hard up against the wall across from the mirror; where you could watch as he wrecked you.

Holding you there with his hips and hands, he leaned forward to capture your lips before lining himself up; only pulling back a split second to watch your face as he buried himself inside of you, driving home with one hard thrust. You gasped at the stretch and intense familiar pressure. Bucky had fucked you so many times, but that first plunge never failed to take your breath away; always reminded you how no other man could ever fill you so right.

His hips snapped into yours mercilessly, striking you roughly again and again at an unwavering pace.

You threw your head back and lost yourself in a daze, incapable of uttering a word. Fuck, you’d let him do whatever he wanted if he’d keep on using your body like that.

“You’re all I want,” he growled, his teeth on your neck.

As he recklessly thrusted in deeper than imaginable, you almost missed the quiet click of the door. But then your eyes locked in the mirror with that dumb skank that wanted your man.

Her eyes nearly bulged out in surprise and you took the opportunity to toss her a devilish grin as Bucky took you apart. That’s right bitch, mine.

She scurried off right before your back arched off the wall, your muscles tightening around him.

“Oh, fuck –”

“Takin’ all of me so fuckin’ well,” Bucky grinded his pelvis into you, rubbing your clit each time he bottomed out, knocking the air from your lungs. He was lost in you, and all you could do was take it. Wrapping your legs tighter around his waist, you pulled him impossibly closer, until your walls spasmed as you shattered in his arms. But he wasn’t done with you; he rutted into you hard, watching proudly as your body quaked between the wall and him. You clenched him perfectly, pulsating around him so hard it sent him over the edge.

You bit his lip as you felt his thrusts grow erratic. Bucky groaned out your name as he jerked violently, emptying himself – branding your insides with his hot release.

He’d be happy to spend the rest of his days living in you. His brain was foggy, but his heart knew who he was supposed to be with. Resting his forehead against yours, he panted as he tried to calm down.

Wrapping your hand around his jaw, you smiled softly. “I love it when we fight,” you admitted.

He chuckled and squeezed your thighs. “Me too, darlin’,” he nipped your lip. “But I’m starting to think you start these fights because you know how it’ll end.”

You giggled at his words, he was onto your game. “Maybe I do,” you whispered just before your lips met his for a soft, sweet kiss.

You were everything he wanted in a woman, you gave him more than he ever thought he’d find in his world. Right then, he made a mental note to stop entertaining the advances of other girls. His soul was already taken. But damn was it true, the fights always led to the best sex.

Carefully pulling himself out, he gently set you down, keeping his arms around your waist as you stood on wobbly legs. Your smudged eye makeup, those gorgeous sultry lips, and the way you looked at him – Bucky was a goner.

You were his weakness, and he knew then what he’d never said out loud – all he needed from this life was his bike, the club, and his best girl.

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anonymousmadame2911 · 5 years

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July 25th 2019

"The Balcony" has been added to my Archive of Our Own page.

It's you.

It's Bucky Barnes.

It's smut.

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onginlove · 10 months

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Nightmares

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BUCKY X WOC!READER

Any race can read.

Summary: Y/N couldn’t sleep because she had a nightmare. She went to Bucky’s room and immediately felt safer.

Warnings: Fluff

Rating: PG

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I got woken out of my sleep from probably the worst nightmare I’ve had in a while. After they nightmare, I didn’t feel safe in my own room. To be honest, I hated being alone period, which is why Natasha got me a nice night-light.

I was looking around the room until I heard a noise from the bathroom. I got very spooked. I decided I can’t stay here and went to see if anyone was awake.

I put my ear up it the doors and heard that Natasha, Wanda, and Steve were sleeping. I came to a conclusion that I might had to go back to my room by myself.

As I continued to walk down the hall, I heard little noises from Bucky’s room. I opened the door to see him sitting up in his bed.

“Hi.” I said, standing at the door just looking at him. “Aren’t you supposed to be asleep?” Bucky asked. “Aren’t you?” He just looked at me and then looked away.

“I had a nightmare and I don’t feel safe in my room.” I confessed. He looked back at me. “Can I sleep in your room? Everyone else is sleeping still.” He gave me a soft smile and motioned for me to come in bed with him.

I crawled into bed and pulled the covers over us. He turned to the opposite side and I hugged his waist. He then flipped over to me and hugged me back. He placed small kissed on my head.

“You’re safe now.” He said, looking into my eyes and smiling. He then closed his eyes and started playing with my hair. In was in a little puff so hair was exposed. He liked feeling my curls and playing with them. I also loved when he does that.

I looked at him and smile as I close my eyes.

“Love you Bucky.”

“Love you Y/N.”

And we fell fast asleep.

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A/N: Hey guys! I literally just thought of this as I was laying in bed xd. I actually think this is very cute :3 I take Bucky requests!

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neonovember · 2 years

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lady-thor-foster · 7 years

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Loving Danger // Bucky x OC Reader

Pairing: Bisexual!Bucky Barnes x Pansexual!WOC OC (Jax “Danger” Cassidy), Brief Luke Cage x Danger (platonic), Bucky x J“D”C x OC (Eva Carter) (for sexy times) Word Count: 4.2k+ Warning: EXPLICIT Language, Fluff, Humor, Filthy Smut. That signature Foster Slow Burn. Honestly guys, I’m just gonna tag this Jax Cassidy because she’s a walking warning sign, fuckin hell. You’ve been warned. I have no control over what she does/says. Nobody does. Summary: Danger couldn’t quite forgive Bucky for getting the both of them caught during their attempted prison break. Goddamn that man’s incessant need to please Sometimes revenge isn’t the best thing to solve a problem. Jax Cassidy is walking temptation, very few can resist her.

A/N: This was supposed to be a goddamn 500 word one shot for the Adventures of Danger and Bucky one shot series but I HAVE NO FREAKING SELF – CONTROL. So here you go. 4k+ words of filthy debauchery. Goddamnit Jax Cassidy. You should thank Kate bc she’s the reason you’re all getting this way earlier than I intended. Also I chose this gif because that fucking man bun haunts me.

Fave club Song: Circus ~ Britney Spears

PREVIOUSLY // NEXT CHAPTER

“Cassidy, are you absolutely sure about this?” asked very concerned and confused Bucky Barnes. You tossed him a wicked grin through the mirror. Payback was going to be absolutely sweet; Barnes would never live this down.

“Totally, Barnes. This is perfectly acceptable attire for the modern society. Don’t worry, you’ll fit right into the club we’re going to. Trust me.” Barnes narrowed his eyes suspiciously at you in the mirror. Luckily, your poker face was the epitome of perfection. You were so thoroughly proud of yourself for convincing Barnes to wear a leather chest harness over a sheer mesh shirt and leather pants. He was going to be the talk of the queer club you were tricking him into. You had to admit, he looked freakishly hot in it, especially with his hair tied up in the sexiest bun you’d ever seen. Wait...when the hell did you start thinking Barnes was sexy? Fuck. Shaking your head, you straightened the zipper on your bodysuit. It was so damn comfortable; why couldn’t you wear this all the time????

(Danger’s club outfit)

(Bucky’s harness)

Bucky tried really hard to pretend like he wasn’t watching you through the mirror. Really fucking hard. He was infinitely grateful that the pants you forced him in came with a particularly restricting jockstrap because the hard on he had from looking at you in a leather bodysuit and thigh high boots was k i l l i n g him. Your high ponytail and black lipstick made you look so powerful and so fucking sexy that he honestly just wanted to melt at your feet and let you walk all over him. He’d probably thank you for it.

The weirdest feeling fluttered in his gut every time you smirked to yourself; he briefly wondered if this was you finally getting your revenge for the failed prison break. Naturally, all thoughts flew from his brain the moment you bent forward, reached around the front of his waist and tightened his belt. He prayed to whoever might be listening that you didn’t notice the raging hard on hiding in his pants. You didn’t, at least he really hoped you didn’t.

“Alright Barnes, I think we’re finally done. You ready?” you asked mischievously. He suppressed a groan as your hands left his body.

He sighed, “We might as well get this over with.”

You snickered. You couldn’t wait to see the look on his face when he finally saw where you were going.

Sneaking out of the Tower with a large and leather-clad Bucky Barnes was easier than you originally anticipated. Since Tony and Fury both agreed being cooped up could do more harm than good to Barnes’s rehabilitation, they granted him access to the outside world as long as he was with you (with your powers of electricity and telepathy being one of the safest ways to disarm him without further damaging his brain) or Steve (for obvious reasons). You figured if you had to be saddled with a 250+ pound man, you might as well get some fun out of him.

Walking through Hell’s Kitchen dressed like you were headed to a kink party was definitely earning the two of you a few stare and comments. You could feel Bucky shifting uneasily beside you; part of you enjoyed his discomfort but a larger part suddenly felt like maybe you’d taken things a bit too far.

“Uh...Danger...?” he murmured below his breath.

“What, Barnes?” you hissed.

“Are you sure...we’re dressed okay? People are staring.”

“You’re James Buchanan Barnes, best friend of THE Captain America and former Winter Soldier of the infamous HYDRA. Current Avenger. Oh! And, you have a metal arm. When are you not getting a lot of stares?” He looked at you incredulously; that funny feeling in his gut was only getting worse.

Getting into the club was a snap. Totally helps being a frequent customer, an amazing tipper and close friends with the bouncer.

“It’s so good to see you, Cage!” you exclaimed, pulling the large man into a tight embrace. Bucky fought the urge to snarl at the sight of another man’s hands around your waist. What the hell?

“Jax Danger Cassidy as I live and breathe! What brings you to Hell’s Kitchen?”

“Oh you know,” you said slyly gesturing to Bucky behind you, “He needed to see the sights.”

“Is that…,” Luke started, shocked.

“Don’t worry, he’s neutered. I’ve got his leash tonight.” Luke smirked at your assurance and word choice. Bucky scoffed; he was more annoyed that Luke hadn’t removed his offending hands from your body. Get a grip Barnes.

“You do know I’m standing here perfectly capable of hearing every word you say, right?”

“Yeah, Barnes. We know,” you laughed. He rolled his eyes. Luke (finally) let you go and unhooked the velvet rope in front of the door. Pressing a chaste kiss to your cheek, he tossed a wink at Bucky.

“Have fun you two!” he chuckled. Bucky didn’t know why but he felt his stomach lurch. This couldn’t be good.

The moment you stepped foot into Top/Bottom the crowd roared. Danger had finally arrived. Poor Bucky looked like a deer caught in unsuspecting headlights. You couldn’t help but cackle. Gripping the front of harness firmly, you lead him to your usual VIP section on the second floor. Drunken men called lewdly at Bucky. You could practically feel him blushing behind you.

“Heyyyyy Daddyyyyy!”

“Oh honey, I’d bottom like hell for you!”

“Does that harness come with a whip?!”

“Damn, I hope that ass isn’t straight!”

Bucky found himself strangely aroused from the combination of the overly raunchy attention and the firm grip of your fingers on his harness. Faint jolts of electricity flowed from your skin and hair. Nothing strong enough to cause any real damage yet, enough to make people think twice about touching you without express permission. Butterflies wreaked havoc on his insides but he did his best to keep his face impassive. Finally reaching the top of a half spiral staircase, you pushed him into a plush love-seat and sat beside him. A gorgeously muscular man wearing nothing but daisy dukes and sneakers coloured suspiciously like Captain America’s shield brought the two of you a stunning crystal bottle of whiskey. You’ve been here enough that you no longer need to place an order; they keep your favourite on hand at all times.

He couldn’t help but watch as you slid a $20 in the back pocket of your sever. You were right: the look on his face was absolutely worth him getting the two of you busted. He didn’t know what shocked him more: the ease you exuded while sipping expensive whiskey from an even more expensive glass or the fact that the guy in the shield shorts looked an awful lot like Steve. He nudged you gently to get your attention.

“So…come here often?”

You snorted in complete surprise, “James Buchanan Barnes! Did you just use a pick up line on me?”

“Honestly doll, I don’t know. This whole place has me a bit turned around. They didn’t have places like this where I came from,” he said while his eyes drank in the colorful yet drunken chaos around him.

“Sure they did; you just needed to know where to look,” you chuckled.

“You’re seriously telling me they had gay clubs in my time?” he asked skeptically. You leaned in and nipped his earlobe. Your hot breath tickling his ear renewed the raging hard on from earlier. Clearly you planned to be the death of him.

“Who said this club was just for gay people?”

“Wha-what do you mean?” he half murmured, licking his semi chapped lips.

“It’s New York, Buck. This club is for all queer identifying people. Gay, bi, pan, ace/aro, trans, non-binary, agender, etc. Black, white, Asian, Indigenous, Latinx, etc. If you’re queer, you’re here. They even accept straight people from time to time, but only if you’re vouched for by a current member.”

He sipped his whiskey and nodded. Good for them, he thought, people need spaces to find their own. He only wished things were as progressive when he was growing up. Mighta saved him a whole lot of fights and heartache.

“So…are you…?” he trailed off.

“Am I gay?” you asked. He nodded.

“Oh Buck, as much as I love eating pussy, I could never give up dick. So no. But what I am is a lover of all people. It’s not so much about the physical for me. If we connect, if there’s passion there, we’ll get along fine.”

Bucky choked violently on his whiskey. In hindsight, he should have expected something crude and surprising from you. You were Jax Cassidy; ‘crude and surprising’ was your tag line. With you pounding his back roughly, he regained proper breathing in no time.

“Christ, Danger!” he wheezed, “warned a guy before you drop something like that, woulda?”

You laughed wholeheartedly, “Sure thing, Barnes. I’ll be sure to warn you the next time I go into explicit detail about how I love to let women ride on my face until they scream. Or maybe about how much I enjoy draining a pair of balls until they person they’re attached to begs me to stop. I’ll absolutely warn you next time.”

Bucky’s cock twitched painfully in his pants. You were some kind of siren. It actually terrified him to wonder why you train exclusively with Natasha Romanoff; you certainly lived up to your nickname. He regarded you as impassively as he could manage. This might have been a love seat you were perched on but he could have sworn it was your throne. Your eyes danced with wicked delight as you surveyed your kingdom. No one was safe from your insatiable gaze.

Downing the last of your current glass, you made your way to your feet. You were so damn glad Natasha made you train in heels because goddamn, these 6 inch thigh high boots would be murder on your poor toes. Bucky looked at you in curiosity.

“Dance with me,” you said simply. Despite the fact that it wasn’t a request, Bucky couldn’t find any reason he should want say no. He nodded and pulled himself to his feet. The opening notes to your favourite club banger graced your ears. Nodding at the DJ in thanks, you stalked your way back down the staircase with Barnes in tow.

There’s only two types of people in the world,

The ones that entertain and the ones that observe

Well baby, I’m a put-on-a-show kinda girl

Don’t like the backseat, gotta be first

Bucky couldn’t take his eyes off the way you glided to the dance floor. Your charisma was completely hypnotizing. He could see sparks flying from your fingers as the crowd parted around you. The air was so charged he could taste it. He didn’t fully understand your powers but he suspected you had something to do with it.

I’m like the ring leader

I call the shots

I’m like a firecracker,

I make it hot

When I put on a show

Even without your telepathy, you could feel the intense sexual energy in the room. It was actually setting off your electricity so much that you had to release little spurts just to keep yourself from overloading. A thin layer of sweat covered your bare arms. The room smelled like sex, sweat and alcohol and you couldn’t get enough of it.

I feel the adrenaline moving through my veins

Spotlight on me and I’m ready to break

I’m like a performer, the dancefloor is my stage

Better be ready, hope ya feel the same

Your strong fingers pulled a very aroused Bucky into your body. He lost control of his breathing the moment you flipped around started grinding your plump ass into his crotch. You could tell he wasn’t sure what he should do. It was really quite adorable. Pulling his hands around your waist, you leaned your head into his shoulder. The pounding of his super soldier enhanced heart echoed your own. Funny how this all started with a bit of revenge.

There’s only two types of guys out there,

Ones that can hang with me and one that are scared

So baby I hope that you came prepared

I run a tight ship, so beware

Bucky didn’t understand how normal people survived this exquisite kind of punishment without combusting in their pants. Your delectable ass, the smell of your skin, the tickle of your hair, your confident fingers holding his firmly against your hips, all of you sent his body into overdrive. Bucky craved nothing more than to lose himself in you.

I feel the adrenaline moving through my veins

Spotlight on me and I’m ready to break

I’m like a performer, the dancefloor is my stage

Better be ready, hope ya feel the same

The grip on your hips tightened as Bucky gained more confidence. You grinned to yourself. Finally, you’d get to see a glimpse of the sensual man he used to be. Abruptly, you found yourself staring into those icy blue eyes. His nose was mere millimeters from yours. Your breath intermingled. When you started this day, kissing Barnes was the last thing on your mind. Now here you stood, face to face with the bane of your existence. The man who seemingly lived and breathed just to piss you off. Part of you wanted to just shove him away bu—oh! Goddamn

The moment Bucky’s eyes met yours he knew he was lost. You’d entrapped him completely. He could feel himself entirely wrapped around your finger and he couldn’t be bothered to give a single damn. He watched your gaze flick down to his mouth and he couldn’t hold himself back anymore. Crashing his lips to yours had to be the best goddamn decision Bucky Barnes ever made. Your fingers found their way into his hair and he groaned obscenely. You grinned wickedly into his kisses; this knowledge could be useful for later. His massive hands snaked their way to your voluptuous ass, pulling you even closer into him. It was your turn to moan into his mouth when you felt his substantial boner grinding into your crotch. Thank all the gods for 6 inch heels making the both of you finally equal in height. Forcing yourself away from his bastardly sinful mouth, you leaned into his ear.

“Let’s get out of here,” you murmured. Oh thank god, he thought. Sweeping you off your feet, Bucky carried you bridal style out of the sexually charged club. You snorted at his impatience. The chill of the night time air soothed your overheated skin as he carried you outside. Bucky set you down, but didn’t let you go.

“I think we should call a cab, doll,” he said. You grinned mischievously. A quick snap of your fingers later and a black Cadillac Escalade rolled up to the curb. If he were anyone else, his jaw would have hit the floor.

“How did you…?”

“Stark isn’t the only rich motherfucker in New York,” you said simply. He shot you a toothy grin. Your driver stepped out and opened the door for you.

“Evening Ms. Cassidy,” she said. Bucky helped you into the car and quickly followed behind you.

“Eva, how many times must I tell you: It’s Jax or Danger. Ms. Cassidy was my shrew of a mother,” you chastised once she returned to the driver’s seat.

“My humblest apologies Ms. Jax.”

“I’m never going to break you of your professionalism, am I?” you questioned. Bucky snorted at your question. You shot him a dirty look.

“Unfortunately not, Ms. Jax,” she replied in amusement. Bucky busied himself with trailing open mouthed kisses from your ear lobe to your clavicle. Concentration was suddenly a difficult task to accomplish.

“I-- ugh goddamn Bucky—pay you enough to drop the snooty, don’t I?” This man’s tongue would haunt you for the rest of your everlasting life. He hadn’t even gotten to where you craved it yet!

“Certainly, Ms. Jax.”

“What, do you want a raise or something? Fucking shit Barnes!” Eva’s sultry giggle floated to the backseat. Bucky’s chest rumbled with laughter.

“Something wrong, Danger?” he asked, pressing butterfly kisses into your shoulder.

“Yeah, I’m in this tight ass body suit in the back of a car and it’s getting in the way of me getting fucked!” you half shouted. Eva laughed even harder. Bucky’s right hand found your zipper and inched it down slowly.

“I could help you with both of those things, doll,” he whispered into your ear. And to think, all of this started with petty revenge!

“Eva, what’s the nearest property I own?” you asked huskily. The lust reflected in her eyes through the mirror wasn’t lost on you.

“8th Street, Ms. Jax.”

“Make haste, beautiful.”

“As you wish, Ms. Jax.

Bucky was driving you insane. Bucky was driving himself insane. His flesh fingers ghosted over your aching cunt, torturing you endlessly. His teeth in your skin made your head spin. Reaching up, you grabbed a fistful of his hair and yanked his head back. He groaned loudly in pleasure.

“Don’t tease me, Barnes. Either give me what I want or don’t bother, got it?” you snarled.

“Yes, Miss,” he practically whimpered. The steel in your voice and impressive grip on his hair set his blood pumping. He wondered just how far he could push you before you punished him for it. He was half desperate to find out. You kissed him roughly and shoved his hand back into your crotch. His fingers made quick work of pushing your body suit aside and sinking inside your soaked and needy cunt. You hissed loudly in pleasure.

“That’s it Barnes. You’re such a good boy for me,” you purred. His answering moan alerted you to his praise kink. Oh, you could do so much with this.

“You like being called a ‘good boy’ don’t you Barnes?” He didn’t answer. Now was a terrible time to suddenly remember you weren’t alone in the car. You gripped his hair tighter and forced him to meet your gaze. “Answer me, James.”

“Fuck, yes! I like so much.” You smirked impishly. A small whimper from the front seat reminded you of the petite Latina currently struggling to focus on the road. This night had suddenly turned into something filthily wonderful.

“How much longer, Eva?”

“Ten minutes, Ms. Jax.”

“Perfect.” Turning your attention back to a painfully horny Bucky, you came up with an idea.

“Here’s the deal, Barnes. You make me cum in the next ten minutes and I’ll show you what being pansexual is all about with the lovely Eva up there. You take longer than ten minutes and poor little Eva gets left to her own devices. You wouldn’t want leave the deprived darling to solve her little problem all alone would you?” you taunted. Bucky’s eyes grew impossibly large. He bit his lip in a vain effort to suppress another obscene noise.

“No, Miss.”

“Get to—oh!”

Bucky had never been one to back down from a challenge. He and Steve were alarmingly alike that way. The promise of getting to pleasure the beautiful girl sitting in the front seat whimpering softly if he held up his end of the bargain was more motivation than he needed. Scissoring his fingers inside you, he watched as your head lolled back into the headrest in pleasure. Your noises were pure music to him. He felt your grip on his hair loosen and used the opportunity to sink his teeth into your neck. He might like you being in control, but he’d be damned if he couldn’t let the world know who you belonged to.

Eva was finding it nearly impossible to focus on driving safely. Between your moans and Bucky’s grunts of exertion, she’d soaked her panties completely through. The entirety of the car smelled like your sex and Eva had never smelled anything more delectable. Sweet and tangy, your scent permeated her nose. As subtly as she could, Eva snuck a hand under her skirt in a desperate attempt to find some much need relief. Your eyes missed nothing.

“Oh, Eva. My beautiful darling…just—ugh fuck Bucky just like that—what the hell do you think you’re doing?” you half snarled. Eva’s eyes widened in the mirror. She couldn’t believe you noticed!

“I need—I—. Nothing, Ms. Jax. I’m so sorry Ms. Jax.” she said. Removing her fingers from her throbbing cunt was excruciating. She was so thankful the drive would only take five minutes longer. Your eyes lit up dangerously; you could hear the poor girl’s thoughts practically screaming to pull the car over and beg you and Bucky to fuck her into oblivion. You made it a point never to listen in to people’s thoughts without permission or off mission but Eva didn’t seem to know her mental shield had completely abandoned her.

Bucky was growing frustrated at your absurdly strong resistance to his insane finger skills. You found his determination completely refreshing. Any other woman would be a puddle in his hands at this point but your stubbornness was a force to be reckoned with. He curled his fingers briefly and you twitched harshly in response. Ahh, there it is, he thought. Pressing the pad of his thumb to your clit, he circled his index and middle fingers over your internal button. You cried out and yanked his hair roughly in pleasure. For the first time, someone had discovered your kryptonite without even being told where to look.

“F u c k! James!” you wailed under his assault on your body. A whine left his throat at hearing his birth name tumbling from your lips. Eva’s own whine mimicked his. In the back of your mind, you reckoned you’d have your hands full with these two

“Please cum, Miss. Please,” he pled, “I wanna make you feel so good. I wanna be a good boy for you, Miss.” Goddamn this beautiful bastard.

Eva turned down a familiar street. You could see your pristine white manor coming into view. Bucky noted your eyes widening in recognition and felt his stomach lurch. He was going to let you down. In a final attempt to break your resolve, he curled his fingers harshly into you and rubbed harder on your clit. You couldn’t hold out any longer; you erupted. You released Bucky’s hair and sank your teeth into his neck in a poor attempt to muffle your scream. Eva pulled into your impressive driveway with just enough time to watch you convulse around Bucky’s sinful fingers. She felt her own orgasm rip through her as she tried her best to stifle herself. Even in your state of heightened bliss, you missed nothing.

“Well, my darling boy, it looks like you gained two orgasms for the price of one. Maybe Eva didn’t need to join after all,” you purred against his skin. Bucky looked at Eva in confusion until he noticed her chest heaving in exhaustion and a small puddle that formed on the leather of her seat. He smirked devilishly

“I don’t know, Miss,” he said, “no one gave her permission to cum. It looks more like she needs to be punished.” Lifting your head from his shoulder, you quirked your eyebrow at them. Eagerness rolled off their bodies in waves.

You hadn’t been this giddy in a years.

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Uncovered

Summary: Your secret relationship with Bucky is finally revealed.

Part 2 for Marked, you'll definitely want to read that short fic first.

Pairing: Beefy!Bucky x reader

Warnings: 18+ only, hickeys, fluffy feels, pet names, lots of beverages, avengers tower au, beefy!bucky being an absolute dork with a scarf.

Word Count: 1.3k

A/N: You both gave me some great feedback, so here's how Natasha discovers the truth about these two! @justsebstan @aquariusbarnes

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That night after you had fallen asleep, Bucky slipped out of your room to get a drink. He had spotted your red knit scarf on your desk and placed it around his neck before leaving. After all, Natasha did say that he should cover up and he figured you might like to tell her about your relationship yourself.

He heard Nat chatting with Bruce and made a show of securing your scarf over his shoulder rather dramatically as he walked past the two of them sitting on the couches.

“Happy?” he teased, running his hand over the scarf pointedly.

Nat furrowed her brows. “Shouldn’t your hickeys be faded by now? And where did you get that, I swear I’ve seen it before.”

Bucky shrugged, “The store.” He wasn’t in the mood to explain, he just wanted to make some tea before returning to you. That’s how he ended up wearing your scarf with his white tee shirt and black joggers, an outfit that made zero sense.

“Fine, keep your secrets. And in the future, put the scarf on before the sweet girl with the most loving heart has to be subjected to that,” Nat gestured towards his neck with an irritated look.

Bucky bit his lip, reminding himself that you would prefer to tell her yourself. “Not a problem,” he saluted her from the kitchen.

Nat sauntered into the kitchen to grab an apple just as Bucky finished pouring out two cups of chamomile tea. One in the wolf mug you had gotten for him, the other in your favorite red mug. The night was still young, and you had fallen asleep early; he had a feeling you’d wake up and want something to drink soon.

“Two cups?” Nat inquired.

Bucky’s eyes widened, he had to think of a good reason. “No, well yeah,” he let out a nervous laugh. “I’m really thirsty.”

“Then why didn’t you use a bigger mug? And isn’t that Y/N’s fav–”

“What is this, an interrogation?” he blurted out as he dragged a hand through his hair. “I have to go, my tea is getting cold.” He swiftly strode out with his drinks, hoping that the jig wasn’t up for your sake.

Natasha watched as he walked off with that oddly familiar scarf trailing behind him. The normally stoic Bucky was flustered as he covered for the recipient of that second mug. Given your nonchalance towards his earlier love-bitten state, she knew then what you had both worked so hard to conceal �� you were sleeping with Bucky.

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The following morning you decided to grab coffee before Bucky woke up. He looked too peaceful to disturb, so you figured a quick jaunt to the kitchen would be for the best; that’d give you more time for cuddles and kisses prior to starting your day.

You knew that you could start telling people about your relationship, but Bucky had done a number on your neck and you figured you may as well cover it up so that the two of you could share your new official status together.

After a quick scan of your room you realized that your scarf wasn’t where you’d left it, so you decided to go without. It wasn’t super likely that you’d run into anyone on your way.

Just as you finished pouring out the second mug of coffee, Nat came in and sat in the seat in front of you. So much for an inconspicuous little trip.

“Two cups,” she smirked as her gaze glossed over your neck, scattered with hickeys. “Good for you, Barnes isn’t the only one that deserves to have some fun.”

You smiled awkwardly. “Right, of course not.”

“So this was why you weren’t upset when you saw him yesterday? Already had someone of your own.” She feigned ignorance, although she was already certain about what was really going on.

Biting your lip to suppress a smile, you remembered that Bucky wanted to tell everyone, and perhaps you could drop the act now. “I wasn’t upset for a few reasons, Nat.” Heat rushed to your cheeks as you were about to confess the truth. But then Bucky walked in, wearing your scarf along with his pajamas again.

Nat cocked an eyebrow at Bucky. “They really should be faded by now, no?”

“Oh, yeah… I’m cold,” he lied, smiling sheepishly at you.

Her gaze returned to yours, a knowing smirk playing on her lips. “How long?”

Bucky came up next to you, breathing a sigh of relief.

You reached up and started to undo the scarf. “A while,” you grinned, unwrapping your scarf from your goofy boyfriend’s neck.

He pressed a kiss to your forehead before grabbing his coffee.

“So those flowers I saw Bucky bringing in last week, those were for you?”

You shrugged with a dopey grin.

“Who’d you think they were for? I’ve only wanted her for as long as I’ve known her.” Bucky wrapped his arm around your waist, resting his chin on top of your head.

“I can’t believe I didn’t see it,” she shook her head in disbelief. It was apparently more than hooking up, and she was astonished by the fact that she’d missed the signs.

Sam stepped into the kitchen, seeking out coffee for himself. “Hey Buck, are we still on for training this afternoon?” He asked as he poured out a cup, unaffected by the way the giant man was wrapped around you.

Bucky nodded casually, not trying to hide a thing.

Nat looked between the men. “You knew?!”

Sam smirked. “Some spy you are.”

“You all suck,” she sarcastically rolled her eyes. Nat couldn't believe that she was one step behind you two, but regardless, she was more than content to see her friends so happy together.

“I love you!” you exclaimed to placate your best friend. It was hard not to feel a little bad for hiding things from her.

“Yeah, yeah, we’ll discuss this later.” A trace of a smile crossed her face and you knew that all would be well.

Inhaling a breath, relief washed over you as you let go of the tension you didn’t even know you were carrying by keeping the secret.

Standing abruptly, Nat gestured towards the couches. “C’mon Sam, let's leave the lovebirds so you can fill me in on all the fun gossip you have on them.”

Sam chuckled, following after her. “You would not believe what I saw Bucky wearing as he snuck out of Y/N’s room.”

“Samuel, I swear to god,” Bucky warned.

You giggled at his empty threat before leaning your head back against his solid, warm chest. You were grateful that you’d no longer have to hide the way you felt about him from the world.

Bucky tightened the hold that he had on you before whispering in your ear. “You laughing at me, baby?”

Turning in his arms, a soft smile tugged at your lips as you met his deep blue gaze. “Why, I’d never.”

He pouted his bottom lip as he pretended to sulk for a brief moment before letting out a laugh himself. He was fine with Sam divulging all his secrets because he had you, completely.

Bucky beamed as he brushed his thumb over your cheekbone, taking in the beauty of the woman he loved so deeply. Clasping your hand, he brought it up and put it over his heart, finally ready to tell you his sweetest secret. “You know… I love you.”

You felt the strong beat hammering hard in his chest. Your own heart racing just as fast as he smiled down at you.

Leaning up, you pressed a sweet, tender kiss to his lips. “What a coincidence… because I love you too.”

The truth was uncovered, and somehow that brought you even closer to the man that held your heart from the day you met, and every single moment after.

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