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Hi Star,

sending you loads of love!

i just wanted to know does chubby bucky's have any love languages that the reader figures out over time together?

Words of affirmation

Bucky low key has a praise kink. It took a while for you to realize it. The first time you complimented his baking skills, a ruddy flush swept across his cheeks and down his neck, he stammered out the most endearing thank you.

You really began to suspect it the time you mentioned how amazing he was for taking care of you when you were sick the night before, by the time you finished speaking, Bucky resembled the three-tier red velvet cake he was frosting.

And then one night, while you two were making love, you told him how good he was making you feel and he became feral, wanting-needing-to hear those words again and again.

Bucky expresses his affection by writing you the sweetest love notes before he goes to the bakery in the morning. He texts you random things throughout the day. He noticed when you change your hair, or get something new and he compliments you every chance you get. Constantly encouraging you to try new things, building you up, always believing in you.

Quality time

Because of his long hours at the bakery, he cherishes every moment he gets to spend with you. Big fancy dates are fun but it's the nights with the two of you bundled up on the couch under a mountain of blankets, his head on your stomach, arms banded around you while a movie plays. Or dinners with you sitting on his lap in the middle of the living room sharing one plate of food as you talk about your day.

Nothing compares to the afternoons spent in the kitchen with Bucky teaching how to make his favorite desserts, or wandering through the farmers market, your hand in his while he meticulously browses through the selections.

His absolute favorite moments with you. The ones that get him through a long, exhausting day are when you wake up with him, keeping him company while he gets ready. Some mornings you'll shave his beard, some days he'll talk you into quickie in the shower. But it always ends with him kissing you're both breathless.

Acts of service

Bucky loves to do things for you. Whether it's creating a signature dish for you or filling up your gas tank and washing your car so you never have to worry about it.

He gives massages, makes you playlists, and plans date nights that revolve around your interests.

If you need something done, Bucky will do it for you. No complaints, he doesn't bring it up later.

Bucky appreciates all the things you do for him. It means the world when you stop by the bakery with lunch or you get his favorite apron dry cleaned.

Can somebody write a Bucky x black reader based on the song Crusin’ by Smokey Robinson ? Please 😊

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Sfw

nsfw

Fluff

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Okay i couldn't figure out how to make a masterlist yet so i taged all the fics i wrote like this # characternameSPNQ

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Bucky barnes x chubby reader

Bucky meets you completely by accident,its not like he did this on purpose. Well maybe?

When bucky first saw you honey he was speechless. Bucky first saw you on a mission with gojo. You and steve we taking down several special forces at once and nanami was called for back up. You looked amazing with the blue energy surrounding you brown chubby body, you looked like a goodess.

Bucky was so hooked up on looking at you he did not notice the spy running towards him until you shouted "watch out" bucky ducked and slashed the spy in the chest. "Barnes that was the was one, be careful next time hon, okay? You went over and checked him to make sure he wasn't hurt. I'm (name) by the way im one of steves friend.

After that you, Bucky became kinda close you were sent on missions with him sometimes, it wasn't until he asked you out on a date that you thought he wanted to be closer to you. When i tell you he almost lost it when say you walk up in this outfit

My mans almost faints" you look gorgeous (name)." "Thank you i didn't know if this was gonna be to out there im glad you like it you said with a smile.

In bucks head" she's so pretty, how did she get so much cuter over night. So pretty look at those thighs wanna feel them wr- (woah okay slow it down sir)

He took you to a nice restaurant" reservation under barnes he told the host." Ah yes found it, sorry sir we gave your table away some white hair guy bought it for his date."

So instead you both went on a walk found a store that sold little knick knacks. You say they had a pink glass mushroom that lit up, bucky look it lights up you said with a giggle. You saw two action figures, bucky look its you and steve you held up him and steves figures. Bucky bought the mushroom and the two action figures and took you home.

The next couple days revolved around going to stores, restaurants and walking around parks. The last one he took you to the beach where you had on your (color) swim suit which with your brown skin made you look so hot. He couldn't resist kissing you which took you by surprise. You kissed him back of course.

That's how you got here, cuddling with bucky while watching movies with the team. They were all shocked when they saw you and bucky together. Usually buckys all 😑😐😤😡 now with you he's 😘🥰😀😍.

He was just a really big teddy bear on the inside. It turns out bucky loves physical touch, I mean there is not a time that he is not touching you. Whether it be him holding your hand during meetings or laying all of his body weight on you when he catches you laying down, he loves the feeling of your touch.

After a long and exhausting mission bucky loves the moments where he gets home and you just take care of him. You help him bathe and get dressed. You massage he's back and joints and afterwards you cuddle with him and lay on top of him. He loves the way your body feels against him. You soft parts onto of his body its home to him.

On the topic this man loves to have you onto of him all the time. He gets offended when you sit in a chair or sit next to him he says " my lap is always open doll" this man also loves to pick you up and carry you around just because. When you told him that he couldn't pick you up he took that as a insult. So he made it his mission to pick you up every chance he got. Needed to get something of the top shelf instead of getting it first you he picked you up and made you get it yourself. Needed to hang up a picture instead of getting the ladder or putting it up himself he called you just to pick you up so you could do it. Now this may or may not have lead to other things ( or positions) but he just wants you to know that he wants all of you and he wants to have you onto of him all the time.

* NSFW *

Now I believe with my full chest that this man is a switch m'kay. I just know he wants moments where he doesn't have to be in control and wants someone to take care of him.( this is most definitely gonna be a separate fic)

Now when bucky wants to be in control, this man goes feral and i feel like his some who will say the nastiest shit during it then afterwards think about it like " did I really say I was gonna give empty my balls into her "or he's thinking about when he said " come on doll cum on this cock I can feel you trying to milk me baby I'm gonna give it to you every single drop."

Now during sex body worship is a must. He's gonna be kissing and marking you everywhere he can, on you neck, up and down your thighs especially on your chest. He wants to leave marks on your body to show you and other people who you belong to.

Now your first time with bucky he was slow and understanding he wanted to make you feel good. He didn't understand why you wanted to hide your body from him, he thinks your the sexiest person in the world. He takes his time with you making sure your comfortable and making you feel loved ( I might do a separate fic about first times!?!)

Now Bucky's favorite thing to do to you is eat you out. This man goes feral the first time he ate you out. You felt him spread open you lips and lick you slowly from you aching pussy to your swollen puffy clit. The sounds that come from your pussy when he eats you out are erotic. You could hear the slurping and sucking that Bucky was doing. He would wrap his arms around your waist and pull you closer to his face and hold you there.

You could feel his tongue reaching places inside of you, you could feel his tongue licking and slurping everything it could reach. Bucky says he does it for you but when you look down and see the hazy eyes of your lover you know his in his own world and you are gonna cum at least two more times.

After bucky is done making you come back to back with his tongue, he either wants you to ride him or missionary most likely missionary because the state he put you in. Bucky slides on a condom which he doesn't mind wearing but sometimes he snaps it on himself but you distract him from the pain with sloppy neck kisses.

When he slides in for the first time he almost cums on the stop. He says" fuck doll, your so fucking wet and I can feel you squeezing me already" He starts with slown deep strokes to stop himself from cumming fast. He wants to make it enjoyable for you to. But when he calms down get ready for some deep strokes I mean toe curling back arching strokes. If your in missionary he will have one hand around your throat and one rubbing your sensitive clit.

In the span on your relationship Bucky has broken 3 headboards 2 were wood the other metal. He says its not his fault, but when he feels your pussy clenching around him and your chubby thighs wrap around his waist his can't control himself. God and when he starts to see your chubby legs shaking on his shoulders of course he has to fuck you harder he wants to see you in absolute pleasure wants to make you feel good.

Now when you let him fuck you raw, he makes sounds he didn't know he could make. Usually he grunts and moans from time to time, but when he slides into without a condom one he's in heaven. He can feel everything, how wet you are to how you clench around him every time he calls you his good girl. He say " it feels so soft and warm and made him feel like it was his first time again. He loves to watch the way your pussy lips wrap around his cock head.

Now when he feels you cum like this he nearly loses his mind he thinks to himself" gotta make her cum again wanna feel her cum on my cock again." But when he cum in you can pulls out and sees his cum dripping outta you. He uses his finger to push his cum back into you and finger fucks his cum into the eats it outta you. He loves to watch your eyes roll back when he eats his cum outta you. It bring him even more pleasure to see you overwhelmed with pleasure.

Now aftercare is the bomb with Bucky. He runs a hot bath with essence oils to help soothe your muscles. He changes the sheets while the bath is running and helps you get in. He takes a cloth and softly rub and clean any and all marks and hickeys he put on you and when you get out and get dressed he massages all of you muscle and joints then it was time for a cuddles

The ends besties 🥺😀😁

A/N I wrote this over a week because I forgot but I like this one a lot and I hope y'all like it to. Reblogs, comment and feedback are welcome and wanted🥺🥺❤💜🧡

Hii peeps its been a minute since I've been on here 😭 or well since I posted something but I have 4 WIP:

A mafia!bucky

Choso or shiggy x baker!reader

Clingy sukuna

Kento nanami and his bunny

They should be also most done soon if you want anything else please please request something!! I have a list of shows and things I write for in a pinned post!

I'm write something tomorrow 😭

The Happenings In the Art of Starting Over

Summary:

James Buchanan Barnes is a broken man who is whisked away to the remote and serene land of Wakanda. His colleagues begin to believe if there is anyone who could try and help him it will be Irene. And try she will. But healing Bucky won't come easy, he is stubborn and scared and wants nothing to do with Irene and her powers. Helping Bucky will be a journey of trials and tribulations, Irene knows that. And yet, she still saunters over to him with a smile.

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Black!Mutant! OC

Word Count:

I do NOT give permission for my work to be reuploaded, translated, or reposted on any other site. My work is my own.

CHAPTER ONE

Irene's feet and back ached unnaturally. It seemed there wasn't enough medicine in the world for her to shake the feeling. After the mission in Logos, and Irene's failed attempt at saving civilians from a burning building. She was left with a seared back, and could only assume that's why she had been sleeping for almost two days straight.

Irene made her way down the marble steps in which she despised. Mentioning to Tony on more than one occasion that it was definitely a safety hazard. Anyone not barefoot would easily meet their demise at this bottom of the stair case.

Eventually her silent travel through the hallway of the compound was cut short and suddenly trampled over with a mixture of angry voices. One of them she could point out immediately. It was that of Tony Stark.

The conference room was in complete shambles. Even the air felt divided. Cap stood beside Sam with scrawls on their faces. Vision comforted Wanda as her chest rose and fell heavy with guilt. Nat tried to talk Tony out of being childish and advocated for him to listen to his teammates.

Irene walked in, shutting the door behind herself. The click of glass causing the commotion to decease. Everyone's eyes on her now.

"Ah, you're awake!' Rhodes stood up from his chair "Irene would you please tell Cap he's lost his mind." He proceeded to slap Steve's shoulders with his heavy hand.

Irene eyed Tony, whose fingers spread wide and made a peak whole for him to see through. "What's going on here?" She signed to him.

"Well.' Tony stood up, adjusting his suit. "As you may know while we were too busy kicking ass and taking names. We ended up killing and injuring hundreds of Logos civilians.' He said sarcastically as Irene intently focused on his lips.

"But that's just another avengers game day average." He drawled.

"I know, I was there." Irene's eyes fell to her feet.

"Get to issue, Stark." Cap grumbled, taking a seat.

"The issue is we're under jurisdiction now.' Tony grabbed a thick unfamiliar stack of papers along with a pen, passing it to Irene.

Slightly air brushed against her face as she flipped through the pages of the accords. "Jurisdiction?' Irene questioned. "I don't understand?" She sat the papers down.

"We'll allow me to assist with that." Secretary Ross pushed open the glass doors. Interrupting the avengers and their trivial arguing .

"Good morning, Irene.' He smiled slightly, closing the door behind himself. "Glad to see your well and walking."

"Something like that." Irene muttered, taking a seat besides Wanda and Vision.

"You okay?' She intruded Wanda's mind probing the question.

Wanda just sighed and closed her eyes, reaching out for Irene's hand. Irene intertwined their fingers.

"You'll be okay, everything will be okay." She thought, knowing Wanda could hear her.

Secretary Ross cleared his throat with a cough, while adjusting his tie. "Obviously I didn't come here today to reward you all with a pizza party."

Sam laughs at this. Ross glares at him, coughing once more.

"I'm here today to discuss those big white stacks of papers.' He pointed to the accords that were scattered about in various parts of the room. "I can now see you've all had a chance to observe them." He eyed Wanda.

"Why don't you just tell us what you really want from us." Cap spat out, leaning back and folding his arms over his chest.

"Well, Captain. I want to do what every great business man wants. I want to sell it to you." He grabbed a stack of the accords along with a pen. "And if you like, sign it." He pushed the documents, Irene watched them slide across the smooth wooden table, stopping directly in front of Steve Rogers.

"If not, you'll find out." He winked.

"If we sign this we give up our right to choose, don't you see that." Sam said.

"Yeah and every-time we've chosen more people wind up dead rather than saved." Rhodes inserted, talking directly to Sam.

"Well then we workout a better civilian casualty prevention plan before we strike!" Sam escalated.

"We've tried that before, bird costume!' Tony shouted. "And it still nearly landed Irene dead!" He pointed at her back bandages that were visible through her black tank top.

Wanda winced, her hand slipped from Irene's immediately. Not even able to look at her friend as her head held low in shame.

"Stop it.' Irene spoke up while signing. "You're scaring her." She pointed at Wanda.

"She should be scared, you all should.' Ross began. "You and Wanda are two of the countless enhanced individuals out there. If not used properly your powers can reek havoc. Logos made that obvious." He clicked a button on a remote which illuminated a screen behind him.

"Sokovia—New York.' He sighed, flipping through graphic photos of collapsed buildings and civilian casualties. "Do we really want the list to expand? Hero's are meant to save people, not hurt them."

Irene sighed closing her eyes. Had she been a bad hero all this time? Was she doing more harm than good. When Tony found her at the tender age of thirteen she knew what she could do, the afghan military had been using her for years.

Making Irene shape shift into political leaders, generals, or even regular people to foil out their plans—whatever they may be. She got into peoples mind and scrambled them around a bit. She was the personification of fear when she was a prisoner to them.

But when Tony freed her, a switch went off. She vowed only to use her powers for good. She would be the only one in charge of how she used them and when.

She would use them to protect, not harm. And if she was doing this, If she was indeed causing harm unintentional or not. Irene felt she needed to be rectified.

"So what does that say about us?" She whispered.

"What?" Wanda responded to Irene's whisper, facing her now.

Irene's eyes glossed over in fear, a tear daring to fall. "He's got a point Wanda, if we're the problem—shouldn't we be the solution?"

Wanda scoffed, pushing past vision and Irene. "I can't do this." She sniffled, holding herself tight as she left the room

Secretary Ross kissed his teeth together and shook his head. "Reality is often disappointing.' He walked the room, sauntering closer to the door. "Take a day or two to thing about it. And by a day or two, I mean by tomorrow." He closed the door, biding the avengers goodbye.

"Well, that went smoothly." Rhodes sighed.

The day sauntered on slowly. And Wanda hadn't spoke to Irene for the better part of it. Not aloud and not within her mind either. Irene paced back and forth outside of Wanda's bedroom door.

She had already tried to enter Wanda's mind, but she figured she had been caught and cut off from entry from now on.

"Wanda?' She knocked lightly on the door. "Please let me in."

Wanda grumbled, throwing the pillow off her face and onto the ground. She lifted her hand and flicked open the door with a swoosh of red energy.

"What!" She spat, her eyes flashing scarlet red.

Irene's eyes widened. "I'm sorry.' She said. "I didn't mean to upset you, can I come in?" Irene said calmly.

Wanda's eyes softened. She could never truly stay mad at Irene, she just hand that affect on Wanda.

"Fine." Wanda grumbled, stepping aside allowing Irene in. "Stop smiling, I can feel it." She closed the door.

"Why?" Irene signed with a frown.

Wanda crossed her arms over her chest, watching Irene get comfortable on her bed. "Because it's disgustingly adorable, and you're not my favorite friend right now."

Irene giggled. "I can't help that you think I'm adorable." She signed toward Wanda with a smug smile.

Wanda rolled her eyes. "Stop.' She signed assertively. "Im upset with you."

"Are you actually going to side with Secretary Ross? You know he is mainly targeting you and I." She signed some more.

The fluid motions of her ASL impressed Irene. She couldn't help but smile although she was being lectured by the witch.

"I—I'm not sure yet.' She tossed herself back onto Wanda's pillows. "Are you sure he's targeting just us?" Irene questioned.

Wanda tugged her long brown hair, a disgruntled look painted on her face as she stared Irene down.

"Irene, you and I can take out all of them with just our minds." She said.

"Also bear in mind, I can make a pen float, and you can change into anything you desire.' She sat besides Irene. "Do you really think Ross isn't after us? That he isn't afraid?"

"Are you afraid?" Irene raised an eyebrow. "I can feel your fear."

Wanda stood up, folding her arms over her chest and bringing her purple cardigan closer to herself. "Then you would already know I'm terrified.' She sighed. "I'm a monster, and I don't need a stack of papers solidifying that for me."

"No.' Irene's voice cracked as she slowly shook her head. "You're not a monster, you'd never hurt anyone."

"Irene I killed all those people in Lagos! I nearly killed you from the flames! How can you say I'm not a monster?" She shouted, tears flooding her eyes.

"If you think that way, shouldn't you at least give the accords a try?" Irene prosed.

"For girls like you and I, the accords is one step closer to locking us away—and that's what they really want. They just won't say it." Wanda opened her door with her red magic.

Irene's head dipped into the crook of her chin, she knew what Wanda wanted. She sighed slowly leaving the room, shutting the door behind herself.

Wanda was right, Secretary Ross was afraid of their abilities. But maybe that was all the reason she should be confined. How could she be a true hero if people were afraid of her. She didn't want to cause a riff, but when she became an avenger she made allegiance to the people of this planet and others. And she refused to let them down again.

The Happenings In the Art of Starting Over

Summary:

James Buchanan Barnes is a broken man who is whisked away to the remote and serene land of Wakanda. His colleagues begin to believe if there is anyone who could try and help him it will be Irene. And try she will. But healing Bucky won't come easy, he is stubborn and scared and wants nothing to do with Irene and her powers. Helping Bucky will be a journey of trials and tribulations, Irene knows that. And yet, she still saunters over to him with a smile.

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Black!Mutant! OC

Word Count:

I do NOT give permission for my work to be reuploaded, translated, or reposted on any other site. My work is my own.

CHAPTER TWO

Irene preferred the cold. Perhaps that's why she enjoyed sleeping in a tank top, and training in a tank top. She at one point believed in her past lives she was some species of cold-blooded reptilian. Perhaps a gecko, as they too could change shades.

The last week had been horrific. Although she was locked in the compound, Irene hadn't spoken to Wanda. She knew her friend was furious she had signed the accords. Vision claimed Wanda felt discarded by Irene's decision.

But Irene just wanted her to see it from a different perspective. The consequences that came with their continuous freelanced heroism. Ross was right, they were practically vigilantes. And Irene just wanted to do what was best for them all.

But Alas, Wanda hadn't seen it that way, and she wasn't the only one. Of course Tony gloated about the compound knowing his precious Irene has taken his side—Natasha too.

But Irene couldn't ignore that Steve skipped out on their usual morning coffees as she taught him more sign language. Or how Sam slightly chuckled at her jokes now and didn't bellow out like he'd use too. She was observant, her family felt betrayed. But secretly, so did she.

Irene walked into the kitchen. With her presence, Steve and Sam's conversation ceased. She rolled her eyes, this act was getting old. If they had something to say, the could just say it.

"Don't stop on my account.' She spoke up, pulling the eggs from the refrigerator. "Not like I can hear you anyways." She pointed to hear ear lobes that were missing her hearing aids.

"Why don't you have them in.' Steve sat his coffee down, steam still rolling from the lip of the mug.

Irene shrugged, moving from the refrigerator to the seasoning cabinet. "Felt like painting them today." She closed the appliances.

"Isn't that dangerous." Sam said, as she continued to read their lips.

She shrugged once more. "Why do you care, you've barely spoken to me in a week."

Sam scoffed.

"That doesn't mean we don't care." Steve signed.

"I did what i thought was best, for us." Irene signed back, the room suddenly silent.

"So did I." Steve signed again, watching as Sam's eyes drew back and fourth between them.

"You're going to get arrested,' she said this time, letting loose a shaky breath free from her chest. "or worse."

"We will be fine.' Steve said. "It's you I worry about."

"Why?' She frowned. "I'm not the one turning myself into a vigilante and posing as a hero."

"That's how you see us?" Sam interjected.

"Right now, yes! You're being unreasonable and pretending it's an act of selflessness." She glared between them both.

"Irene, cut it out!' Steve shouted. "You wouldn't know selflessness if it fell right in front of you."

Irene stepped back from Steve as her eyes widened then narrowed. She slammed the egg carton down, forgoing her breakfast. Some days she despised being partially deaf. Today, was not one of those days. Because the last thing she wanted to do was hear what Sam Wilson and Steve Rogers had to say as she flounced away.

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Irene knew Steve could be stubborn, he was an old man after all. But she never knew he could be so mean. What had she done to deserve being called selfish? Her actions weren't selfish, and even if they were, they were her choices. And she refused to let anyone take that away from her, again.

Irene wiped the teal paint off onto her pants, carefully dipping the paint brush into the acrylic paint. She hadn't had much to do these days, so she decided on a fun project for herself—a distraction she hoped.

She dipped one paint brush into a brownish red shade and painted small flowers over the teal she had coated her hearing aids in. She still remembers the day Tony gave these to her. The moment she had put them in, it had given her life a whole new meaning.

Tony couldn't cure her partial deafness. But with the hearing aids sounds became somewhat coherent, they were just muffled. Nevertheless she could hear what was important, and that's all that mattered.

Without them, an ill ringing noise pieced through the cabinet of her ears. But so many years with that sound, she'd just gotten use to it.

Irene smiled at her hearing aids, blowing on them to give them the extra push they needed to dry. She sat up and readjusted her posture, cringing as she heard her back bones crack. But as her back arched over the top of her desk chair, she saw Friday in the corner of her room flashing red.

She immediately stood up, looking at her door then looking back at Friday's flashing lights. Tony had told Irene why he'd installed the lights for her around this compound and others. And it only meant one thing—danger.

Quickly, Irene slipped on a pair on gym shoes and a sweater. Walking through her bedroom door her eyes widened in fear. Bands of people whisked past her face running away from the foreseen danger down the hall.

Irene watched the hysteria on the faces of those who ran by. She rolled up her sleeves in preparation of what she might face. But before she could round the corner a man was thrown into the glass behind her, shattering it. Splinters of the glass slicing into her calf.

She winced, bending down to assess the wounds. On the floor she was at eye level with a pair of black boots that slowly stalked over to where she was knelt down.

Her eyes slowly peeled up and was met face to face with a man. She'd seen this man before. Not only in Steve's head, but on the news. This man was the winter solider.

Irene was typically the avengers defense. Using her shapeshifting and psionic abilities to distract their enemies. She was not an offensive fighter, and from what she'd heard about the winter solider, she was screwed.

Irene quickly stood up, turning to make a run for it. But it seemed before she could even move, his hands were grappled around her waist. And in a split second she was thrusted above his head and tossed behind him, landing in a pile of glass. She cried out in pain, rolling in the glass as she cradled her side only making it worse.

She used her palm to push herself up from the ground. With slick thinking the outline of her body flashed purple, suddenly changing shades into Steve Rogers. She walked over to Bucky slowly.

"You know me, Buck." She held out her bloody hand, feeling confident in Steve's shape. "It's okay." Her voice was soft.

But that only seemed to anger him as his nostrils flared. He raised his metal arm slapping Irene in the face. She flew backwards, her body doing somersaults in the air until she made a painful landing onto a wooden table. It collapsing when she collided with it.

Steve's facade dissipated, her nose burned and bled. She had no time to react before Bucky's hand was around her neck, squeezing tightly. She clawed at his face, her eyes pouring with tears. Her legs dangled and flapped around like a fish out of water as he lifted her higher into the air.

She didn't know what came over her, rather it was the grace of her maker or just the fear she held inside at this moment. Irene let go, the veins that painted her body suddenly glowed purple along with her eyes.

A new energy emerging within her, she lifted her shaking hands and grasped them onto Bucky's temples almost ritualistically. His blue eyes widened at her warm touch, before his iris's matched the purple which coursed through Irene's body.

And as if she was heavier than a ton of bricks, Bucky dropped to floor along with Irene's body. The world around them settling into black.

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Irene gasped, like a baby being born, like it was her first breath. She frantically touched her body. She was wet, and oh so cold. The kind of cold she didn't like. This chill frightened her—like winter.

Irene stood up, her bare feet sloshing around in a freezing pool of water that waded up to her knees. She could have swore she dawned shoes before this.

She shivered pulling her soaking sweater closer to herself as she marched through the water. Suddenly taking in an even stranger part of this harrowing territory. It was black, pitch black. The only source of light seemed to be the one that illuminated her frame and casted onto her like a shadow.

"Hello?" She yelled, the only response was her own.

"Hello!" She tried again, her voice rasping in horror as she trailed along.

"Somebody!" She ran, her legs burning as she pushed through the water. Her eyebrows bunched as the water picked up pace going from still water to a rapid current.

Irene yelped out, tripping and falling face front into the water. Then being pushed through the current. She paddled trying to keep up with the waves.

"Help me, Tony!" She choked on the water that only seemed to get deeper.

She struggled more against the waves, then suddenly her back slapped against a slab of ice. Tears poured down her face as the water drained away, almost as if someone had flushed it out. And now the chill had returned, making Irene tremble, but not from the cold.

She used the ice she had been pinned against to help pull herself up. Her legs wobbled as she was exhausted. She wanted this nightmare—this hell to end. But she would soon find out, it had only begun.

Irene screamed in fright. The cold object was a block of ice and within that a man stuck out, the man who had previously tried to kill her. And suddenly it dawned on her. She was physically inside the mind of the winter solider.

"No." She whispered to herself, falling to her knees.

"No.' Irene clenched her eyes closed, slapping her temple violently. "Snap out of it, Irene! Snap out of it!" She shouted.

But as she opened her eyes, to her gloom dismay she was still there. Still alone with Bucky's frozen body. She didn't know what to do, was this how she died? Or was she already dead and trapped here within his mind.

Irene fell to her knees, cradling herself in defeat. She had never physically brung herself into a mind before. She had only transferred thoughts, dreams and illusions—even nightmares. But this was a first, she felt completely powerless and out of control once more.

She allowed more tears to stream down her face as her throat closed up. And within a brisk moment, something cold, colder than anything she had already been surrounded by rolled onto her feet. It was a chunk of ice, she looked up as her eyes were blurred by the tears that welled in her eyes.

And before her was Bucky, coughing up water. Only he looked different, his body was frail and his hair was short. Irene got up onto her hands and knees, slowly crawling towards him. She didn't speak, she wouldn't be able to hear him without her hearing aids.

The closer she crawled towards him the further he crawled away. It was a game of cat and mouse until she finally opened her mouth.

"I won't hurt you." She said gently.

"Get away from me." His voice was hoarse and agitated.

Irene's eyes focused on his lips. "Please, I'm scared too. I only want to help you."

"There's nothing you can do!" He hollered, punching the remaining ice besides him.

She crawled closer to him. Kneeling before him, as he hide his face within his legs. Slowly, she steadied her hand and placed it onto him.

"I want to try something, if you'll let me." She asked, making sure her eyes were already on his lips as he looked up at her.

"What?" His eyes rimmed with tears, he was just as frightened as her.

"I'll show you." Irene grabbed his hand, her heart pained slightly as she felt Bucky flinch underneath her touch.

Irene closed her eyes, her finger tips pressing into Bucky's temple. They both groaned and trembled in pain. Irene screamed out, her body feeling as if it was being ripped in two. And just as before, she and Bucky laid weightless, their bodies colliding with the cold water. Again the world fading black around them both.

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Irene's scream broke through the ceiling of the abandoned warehouse. A set of strong arms wrapping around her as she hyperventilated, unable to stop herself from crying.

"Sam." She gasped for air, her heart rate slowing down.

"It's okay." Sam put Irene's hearing aids in, the world stoped piercing around her. "You're safe."

"Irene." Steve kneeled down in front of her, his body dirty and bruised. "What happened?" He spoke softly as Sam caressed her curly hair.

"I—I don't know how." She took deep breaths, holding her hand against her thumping heart.

She turned around, jumping in fright as Bucky sat discombobulated behind her. His head weaving back and forth, he was just as exhausted as them.

"I got in his head, Steve." She sniffled, pointing at Bucky. "I don't know how, but I was there; It was so cold, and dark."

"What do you mean, you always get in peoples heads?' Sam questioned. "And why are you so wet?" He pulled back from her, observing his now damp clothes.

"That's just it!' She popped up. "My mind wasn't in his head—that I'm use to. It was both my mind and body somehow."

"That's why I'm wet." She peeled off her sweater.

"You try that shit again,' Bucky's voice was as hoarse and agitated as Irene remembered. "It won't take the  words of hyrda for me to hurt you."

"It was an accident." Irene whispered.

"Accident or not, I don't need you in my head. I got enough of that going on." His fist pulled tightly together.

"Buck." Steve sighed, placing his hands on his hips, condemning his best friend.

"No it's fine.' Irene held her hand up. "It was a fluke reaction to you squeezing the life out of me." She pointed to the browning bruises on her neck.

Bucky's head hung low as he shook it back and forth. "Yeah, what else did I do?" He grumbled.

"That doesn't matter," Steve said as Sam wrapped his jacket around Irene. "What matters is Irene pulled you back."

Irene gave Steve a dazed look of bewilderment. "What?" She folded her arms over her small chest.

"Whatever happened between you two, it stopped him on his psychotic rampage." Sam said.

"Oh my gosh.' Irene slapped a hand to her forehead, pacing. "How could I be so stupid." She scoffed.

"What?" Steve questioned her.

"I think I spoke to his subconscious." She revealed breathlessly.

"What does that even mean?" Sam retorted.

Irene took a seat on one of the dusty crates that were scattered about the place. "When I was inside Bucky's mind, there was a version of him.' She began. "And I'm assuming since this Bucky doesn't remember our conversation too vividly, I wasn't necessarily speaking directly to him."

"So you spoke to the parts of his mind not tainted by hydra.' Steve said.

Irene nodded, sighing now. "The parts I believe even they can't get to. Parts only someone like me can."

Bucky's eyes frantically flickered back and forth between both Steve and Irene as they communicated.

"What is she saying." Bucky stood up abruptly, making Irene jump.

"She's just saying she can help you, Buck. Calm down." Steve said as he watched Bucky's chest heave and fall with anger and confusion.

"I should leave," Irene announced as she stared at Bucky who could hardly face her. "Tony's probably running frantic looking for me."

"I'll get her halfway," Sam announced, wrapping his arms around Irene.

"Why only half?" Irene paused their walk.

Steve turned to look at her, his hand still holding Bucky's shoulder. "Because like you said early, we're vigilantes now."

Irene shook her head. She knew this would happen eventually. That in the end, they would all be the architects of their own demise. It was simply fruition now.

The Happenings In the Art of Starting Over

Summary:

series masterlist

James Buchanan Barnes is a broken man who is whisked away to the remote and serene land of Wakanda. His colleagues begin to believe if there is anyone who could try and help him it will be Irene. And try she will. But healing Bucky won't come easy, he is stubborn and scared and wants nothing to do with Irene and her powers. Helping Bucky will be a journey of trials and tribulations, Irene knows that. And yet, she still saunters over to him with a smile

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Black!Mutant! OC

Word Count:

I do NOT give permission for my work to be reuploaded, translated, or reposted on any other site. My work is my own.

CHAPTER THREE

The clappering pace of Tony's Tom Ford shoes against the tile gave Irene more anxiety than the nauseating mixture of bleach smells and the daunting blue walls that surrounded her. Tony had been running his hands through his hair and messaging his temples for the past ten minutes not speaking to Irene.

She had returned to the compound, blood all over her and still soaking wet. Immediately she was taken in by medics and Tony wasn't too far behind them. Now she sat in a hospital bed, twiddling her thumbs waiting for Tony to say something—anything to kill this anticipation boiling in her stomach.

"You know.' Tony finally spoke, Irene's eyes immediately glued to his. "I could kill cap for this, punch em' in his perfect teeth." Tony pulled a stool beside Irene's bed, taking a seat.

"You don't mean that." She said, holding Tony's hand.

"Oh, I do. He kidnapped you, put you in a room with that psychopath—,"

Irene interjected. "He's not that bad. He's just scared."

"How would you know? He's a criminal, Irene." Tony argued.

"Because I went inside his head." Irene told the truth, clenching her eyes shut.

"You fucking did what?" Tony's question came off more as a shout.

"It wasn't on purpose." She winced, holding her side.

"But that was!" Tony pointed to Irene's visible neck bruise. "He hurt you, Irene. And if I would have lost you kid." Tony sighed, his eyes misting over.

"I know.' Irene pulled Tony's head towards hers, gently connecting their foreheads. "It was an accident." She whispered, her voice reassurance for Tony.

"I don't want you near em', any of em'.' Tony shook his head. "Not cap, not bird suit, and especially not Barnes."

Irene sighed, pulling her forehead from Tony's. She knew he was right. There was a war coming, and she wanted nothing to do with it. After all, she couldn't fight her family. But even as she laid in this hospital bed, drugged up and all. She still saw flashes of his face. He was cold and broken—his face looked barren of light.

She had never been in a more empty and numb mind. It pained her, then Steve saying she had pulled him back and had cracked Hydras code. It was beginning to seem she was the only person who could do it.

Irene slowly leaned back onto the pillow behind her.  "I think I stopped him." She whispered, a lone tear spilling sideways out of her eye.

"What?" Tony asked.

"I barely know my power, not like I thought I did.' She sniffled. "When he choked me, Tony I let go of everything. And suddenly I was in a different plane, it was his mind. And I thought the crevices of his subconscious was the scariest part, turns out the scariest part is that the real Bucky Barnes is trapped there, buried beneath years of mind control and manipulation." She explained.

"No, don't do that.' Tony shook his head. "That empathetic crap."

"It's not crap! He's hurting Tony, he was like a wounded deer in there! You have no idea how that feels to experience someone's else's mind like that!" Irene shouted through her tears.

"And what does that have to do with you, Irene?' He grew angrier. "Huh?"

"Everything—nothing, fuck! I don't know!" Irene burst into tears, cradling her face in her hands. "I just want us all to be a family again." She cried.

Tony kneeled besides her, he shouldn't have yelled. He knew how Irene felt about this family, as she called it. She cherished all of these people more than herself sometimes. His heartaches and he now felt bad for pressing her on what she had endured. He hated to admit it to himself, but he knew her well enough to know. She had already gained sympathy for the devil.

"I'm sorry kid, okay?' He rubbed her hand. "I shouldn't have yelled."

A cough erupted from behind them both. Natasha stood underneath the frame of the door, looking between Tony and Irene.

"We need you." She nodded at Tony.

"I'll come back later." Tony sighed, talking to Irene who had rolled over on her side.

Irene didn't speak, she sniffled as Tony's boots clambered out of the room. She tucked her pillow into her side, squeezing it tight. She hated conflicting feelings, and she could feel them beginning to bubble in her stomach. She wanted desperately for them to stop and go away.

Irene suddenly winced in pain, holding her cheek in her palm. She sat up, her eyes flashing purple at Natasha.

"Why did you do that?" She growled.

"Here." Natasha shook the paper in her hand, urging Irene to take it.

"What is this?" Irene asked, taking the paper within her hands.

"It's from Steve." Natasha said.

"What does he want?" She held the letter, staring down at his penmanship.

"I think the better question is, what do you want?" Natasha turns around, swiftly leaving the room.

She stuck the letter underneath her pillow, burrowing further into the rough hospital blanket. She made her choice, but then again, she had also made the choice to be a hero. And she couldn't be a true hero if she didn't help the people—no matter how bloody their past.

Irene bit the inside of her lip, pulling the letter from underneath her pillow. She tore it open, her eyes scanning back and forth against Steve's words. He was convincing, she'll give him that. She groaned throwing herself back onto her pillows. Maybe she should have read all the pages of the accord and not just the first ten.

Visions brain was incompressible. He never failed to make an understanding of things from what seemed a logical place. But the truth was vision was practically a new born, but with a very old soul and an IQ that was simply unmeasurable. Irene could see how someone as emotional as Wanda could fall in love with him. The mixture of purity and intellectualism was indeed alluring.

Vision sat besides Irene, the two of them using subtle thrust of momentum to push themselves on the hammock they both occupied. Vision gave Irene a small smile and she gave him one back. Both their eyes immediately returning to the green grass full of little sprouting flowers, along with the sunlight that shined on the pound in front of them, it was nearly blinding but yet so beautiful.

Initially she had come to ask about Wanda, her best friend who was too prideful to come see her. Only sending her condolences for Irene's injuries through her passionate lover. It crushed Irene, she loved Wanda so much. She truly thought they were only having a spat, and she was very much so over it. Turns out Wanda didn't feel the same.

"Irene." Visions delicate voice broke through the sounds of nature.

"Hm?" Irene asked, basking in the sunlight, a tiny breeze flowing through her hair.

"I get the sense that you're in a bit of a bind.' He spoke with his hands. "Between your loyalties to Mr. Stark and the avengers as well as the people of this planet."

"I'm that frantic up there, huh?" Irene chuckled pointing to her head.

"A bit, yes." Vision laughed. "But the way I see it, couldn't both be true?"

Irene tilted her head, moving closer to Vision, giving him to gist to continue on with his claims.

"Couldn't it be true that you could help Mr. Barnes as Mr. Rogers has inquired about, while also remaining loyal to Mr. Stark and the accords." He stated.

"But Vision, that's impossible." Irene stood.

Vision rubbed his chin which was a plated piece of silver vibranium. "Yes I see.' He nodded. "I've never felt the need to put myself first Miss Watson, because for the longest time I wasn't a self, I was nearly a mind without a body. But you are a self, you've always been. So doesn't it stand to reason that you should do what best for yourself. No matter if it's changed in such a wavering moment."

Irene stood awestruck by vision. He was truly amazing, saying everything so logically but yet bound by empathy. This was the reason that immediately after his birth, he quickly became one of her favorite family members.

"Whatever you're feeling inside, I believe that is your truest path you should embark on.' Vision continued. "I believe none of it has to do with your loyalties to anyone, but to your loyalties with yourself and doing what is right."

"But what is right?" Irene sighed, smoothing her white dress behind her legs and crouching down onto the grass.

"Some wrongs are right to others. Some rights are wrong to another.' Vision stood from the hammock, the release of weight making it float in the wind like a ghost. "It's all about finding what's right for you."  He walked away, leaving Irene with that.

Irene leaned her head back, cradling her knees before the dam burst. She was sobbing again. As much as she loved Tony and this home they had built together; she couldn't regret the decision to leave home. It was partially her powers own fault.

When she enters the mind of someone they leave something with her, rather good or bad she can't shake the feeling—the connection. And with Bucky Barnes it was no different.

She felt deeply troubled by what she saw, so connected to his subconscious that she couldn't sleep at night. She couldn't walk this earth knowing his mind was fragmented like that. Especially when she could possibly help put it back together.

So, she left. Fighting tirelessly against every fiber that told her to stay. She just hoped Tony didn't love her any less. Because if it was him sitting in that dark and cold room as he had been once before, she would do anything to pull him back.

Irene stepped off the jet, placing her bags beside her body. The blood orange and yellow skyline looked hazy from heat that engulfed her. The jets fans close proximity made her sway like the tall grass ahead of her. She was certainly far from home now.

She turned her head, seeing Steve and T'challa, who'd she had briefly met walking side by side. She smiled somberly in their direction, they waved her over. She pulled her luggage handles up and walked towards them, her heels clicking against the cement as she approached their stalled positions.

Steve immediately pulled Irene in for a hug. The two embraced for a moment, before Steve whispered onto her hairline.

"I'm sorry to make you do this, Irene.' He said, with soft blue eyes. "I know how much Tony means to you,  how much we all mean to you."

"Thanks Steve, that means a-lot." Irene smiled, wiping her eyes.

"I also thank you, the decision you've made was a tough one Miss Watson. Nevertheless brave.' T'challa spoke, nudging towards the mammoth palace that sat behind them. "Allow me to show you to your quarters, there is lot to learn about Mr. Barnes condition before the feast tonight."

"Feast?" Irene asked, as Steve and T'challa both took a piece of her luggage walking on either side of her.

"A thank you from my mother and I.' He smiled. "It'll be like nothing you've ever tasted."

"I hope so,' Irene smiled, gently patting her soft stomach. "Because I'm starved."

The Happenings In the Art of Starting Over

Summary:

series masterlist

James Buchanan Barnes is a broken man who is whisked away to the remote and serene land of Wakanda. His colleagues begin to believe if there is anyone who could try and help him it will be Irene. And try she will. But healing Bucky won't come easy, he is stubborn and scared and wants nothing to do with Irene and her powers. Helping Bucky will be a journey of trials and tribulations, Irene knows that. And yet, she still saunters over to him with a smile.

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Black!Mutant! OC

Word Count:

I do NOT give permission for my work to be reuploaded, translated, or reposted on any other site. My work is my own.

CHAPTER FOUR

Irene had been in Wakanda from dusk til dawn, and she'd been exploring her quarters and the palace for the better half of it. From the walls to the duvet that spread across her wooden king bed. This room had been tailored to fit Irene. Steve must have given them a boat load of her interest.

There was a nook that sat in the corner of her room, top to bottom filled with all kinds of books. One section was dedicated to painting techniques, and others were memoirs from Charles Xavier—the world's greatest telepath. The entirety of the room was covered ceiling to floor with cooling tan wood so she'd never overheat.

Irene smiled, jumping onto her teal duvet, making snow angles with the comforter. Irene couldn't believe she had such an impeccable room along with a anticipated feast that was being prepared for her arrival tonight. It almost felt too much. But then again, she was never one to reject a free meal or two.

She picked up her luggage, dragging it behind her as she walked towards the large stained dresser. She look up at the doors that almost doubled her height. She pulled them open, the hinges creaked and specs of dust flurried around her. She unzipped her luggage, placing her clothing and shoes neatly inside the dresser.

She felt something wet touch her face , she swiped her fingertips over the apples of her cheeks. To her surprise the tears had come from her own eyes. And before she knew it, she was burying her face into the hoodie she and tony had won together when they went to Walt Disney world one day.

She had missed him already, and vision along with Wanda and Natasha. She promised Steve and T'challa she'd stay and see Bucky's treatment through. And they all didn't know how long that might take. For all she knew, she could be here for a year. And by then, there was no returning home.

"Miss Watson?" An unsure voice came into the room.

Irene quickly rubbed her eyes and nose dry, scrapping them a bit with the tough material of her jacket. "Yes." Her voice cracked.

"Is everything alright?" A younger girl with box braids approached her.

"Yes, yes.' Irene smiled, standing up. "I don't think we've met before." She stuck her hand out.

"I'm shuri, the younger and cooler sister of King T'challa." She smiled brightly, accepting Irene's hand for a shake.

"Ahh, I see why he's been hiding you. He doesn't want someone cooler than him just walking about the place." Irene giggled.

"Exactly." Shuri joined her laughter. "I came here beating gifts." She said, Irene focused on the white and teal  box she held.

"I guess everyone knows teal is my favorite color.' She took the box.

"For an old man, Captain Rogers has a big mouth." Shuri laughed. "I hope you like it."

Irene opened the box carefully, smiling as she pulled out the teal and silver colored hearing aids. Irene laughed. "Thank you, but i already have some." She pointed to her ears.

Shuri pulled Irene to her bed, sitting her down. "Try them, they're like nothing you've ever seen." She smiled. "I made them myself."

"Okay." Irene said softly, pulling her hearing aids from out of her ear. She gave Shuri a tight lipped smile, trying her best to ignore the ringing that swarmed her.

Hesitantly, she put the new hearing aids into her ears, wrapping the white straps around her earlobes. First putting them in she heard a whirring noise and then before she knew it Irene heard shuri's voice—clearly.

"How do you like them?" Shuri bit her lip, observing Irene's widened brown eyes.

"Oh my god.' She squealed, grabbing shuris shoulders. "I can hear you, like actually hear you!" Tears swelled in her eyes.

"Yes!" Shuri jumped up, brining Irene with her as they jumped about on the bed.

"How did you even do this?" Irene's breath was heavy from all the jumping.

"An artist never reveals their trades, Irene—you should know that." She smiled, climbing off the bed. "I'll leave it at technology."

"Vibranium?" Irene asked, jumping off the bed.

Shuri picked the white box off the floor, along with the glistening wrapping paper. "Something like that." She smirked. "Come, the feast should nearly be ready to be served." She nudged for Irene's hand.

Shuri stuck her hand out in front of her, and suddenly the rather large and heavy wooden doors engraved with the symbol of the black panther, swung open. Irene's eyes widened in bewilderment, as she and Shuri walked through the doors.

"How'd you do that?" Irene gasped

"My bracelet." Shuri signed to her.

Irene bolstered, as she hunched over holding her stomach.

"What? Did I not say it right?" Shuri asked Irene, awkwardly chuckling with her.

"No, well technically yes.' Irene said. "Don't worry, half the avengers had that problem too initially." She signed while speaking. "You'll learn that in ASL, everything is shortened and backward."

The two girls kept walking through the massive dining room area, people buzzing around them with cakes and dishes that smelled heavenly.

"So for example.' Irene signed. "If I was to say, I'm going to the store. In ASL I'd say, to the store I go." She explained.

Shuri nodded, rubbing her neck. "So what did I say to you then?"

"You said, the bracelet my—which isn't bad." She gently pushed Shuri with her hip. "I appreciate the effort, it means a lot when people learn to communicate with me."

"We wanted your stay to be as comfortable as possible, considering the circumstances." Shuri smiled, pulling out Irene's seat for her.

She smiled, taking a seat feeling Shuri push her in. "Thank you for that, and this." She looked around at the candle lit table, that was surrounded by six other chairs.

"No worries." Shuri sat besides her.

"Will, Bucky be joining us?" Irene asked, unrolling her silverware and placing the linen napkin on her lap.

"No, he's sleeping." Shuri said.

"Sleeping?' Irene laughed. "It's only seven pm."

"Like I said, Irene. There is much for you to learn about the project."

"Okay." Was all Irene could say as she began to dread what that meant exactly.

The feast had come to an end, and Irene was stuffed. She had never been engulfed by that many unique spice blends before. The Wakandans had surely out done themselves. And she was sure to thank the queen and her son for how gracious they'd been to her thus far.

The feast had also granted her the opportunity to meet with Aamani and Aadon. A brother and sister duo who not only created the machine, but were the heads of Project January. They were kind and explained they'd need to meet with her in the morning to take her vitals and test the machine, they called 'winter.'

Sadly, Steve announced this would be his last night. He didn't disclose the perimeters of his exit other than he had business to attend in the states. Irene was upset that a familiar face would be leaving, but she knew he couldn't babysit her forever. That it was her turn to go into the valley of the beast alone.

Shuri had decided she'd walk Irene back to her quarters. She and Irene were determined to get to know each other better while she worked on Project January.

"I won't lie to you, Irene tomorrow won't be easy,' Shuri told Irene. "Aamani and Aadon want to test winter on you if your vitals come back clear."

Irene clutched the door handle of her quarters. "What is winter, what is it really?" Irene trembled at the unknown.

Shuri placed a hand on Irene's shoulder, giving it a firm tap. "I think it's best the scientist who created it disclose that to you."

"Right." She rolled her eyes, pushing in through her door.

"And Irene," shuri's voice stopped her. "He will be awake tomorrow."

Irene just nodded, shutting the door behind herself. She knew Bucky was a complex case. But with this much secrecy, it must have been worse than she ever could have imagined.

The Happenings In the Art of Starting Over

Summary:

series masterlist

James Buchanan Barnes is a broken man who is whisked away to the remote and serene land of Wakanda. His colleagues begin to believe if there is anyone who could try and help him it will be Irene. And try she will. But healing Bucky won't come easy, he is stubborn and scared and wants nothing to do with Irene and her powers. Helping Bucky will be a journey of trials and tribulations, Irene knows that. And yet, she still saunters over to him with a smile.

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Black!Mutant! OC

Word Count:

I do NOT give permission for my work to be reuploaded, translated, or reposted on any other site. My work is my own.

CHAPTER FIVE

Irene's feet dangled off the side of the examination table. She'd been waiting for Aamani and Aadon in this uncomfortable blue paper lab dress for over thirty minutes. They had woken her up at dawn and brought her down to the bright laboratory for a check of her vitals, just like Shuri had warned. When she arrived, she noticed everything had a hint of white to it, so there was no doubt they kept this place clean.

Finally after waiting for what felt like hours, both Aamani and Aadon round the corner. Aamani had a see-through tablet attached to her wrist. While Aadon held a white body suit with colored wires sticking out, the suit was draped over his shoulder. Irene squinted at them both as they approached her. They remind her so much of Tony Stark, the minds and souls of tinkerers were unstoppable.

"Well,' Aamani smiled at Irene as her tablet disappeared into her wrist. "Your vitals were perfect, Irene."

"Good,' Irene smiled. "Now what?" She jumped off the exam table, her bare feet landing on the cold lab floor.

"Now, you change into this.' Aadon handed Irene the body suit. "And we meet with the Dora."

Irene raised an eyebrow, picking up the suit with one finger and one thumb. "Why do I have to wear this?"

"You'll see, I'm sure you'll look stunning in it." Aamani laughed, pushing Aadon out of the room allowing Irene the space to change.

Irene groaned and shook her head. Aggravated and hungry, she peeled the itchy lab dress off of her body. Feeling the cold air sweep over her naked form. She slipped into the extremely tight body suit, the wires scratching against her skin.

She looked into the mirror with a frown. She was completely exposed in this suit, and she felt less like a hero and more like a lab rat. She flung open the door finding Aadon sitting on a stool across from her .

"Did you just want me to wear this so I'm humiliated?" Irene put her hands on her hips.

Aadon laughed, standing up. "No, but you do look beautiful." He winked.

Aamani slapped Aadon's chest. "Leave this woman alone, little boy.' She sneered at him.

"Then what's it for?' Irene covered her body with her arms as best as she could.

"Let's walk.' Aamani waved Irene over wrapping her in a warm white robe.

Irene nodded, hugging the robe close to her body. She and Aamani walked down the narrow lit hallways. It was silent for a moment before Aamani spoke up.

"I'm sorry if you feel uncomfortable in the body suit, it truly is necessary for the project." Aamani said.

"It's okay, just something I'm not used to." Irene responded.

"I understand that, and If you ever feel uncomfortable with something we do during this process.' Aamani opened a stained glass door with a beep from her wrist. "Let us know." She smiled, holding Irene's back and guiding her inside.

"Thank you." Irene gave her best smile, even in the face of everything in front of her.

The eyes of everyone in the room were on her, T'challa, The Dora, Shuri. They all stared at her, but she couldn't help to notice their positioning. They all seemed to make circle around something—protecting it. Aamani's guiding hand started to feel like a push as she placed more pressure onto her back.

Catching the hint Irene approached them all. The Dora stomped their metal staffs against the floor, which rumbled on impact. And with that, they disbursed like birds in gunshot. Then all was revealed, there sat Bucky, strapped to a chair with his head dipped to his chin. His hair was so long and stringy she could barely make out his facial expression's.

"Why is he tied down, like a prisoner?" Irene questioned, looking amongst the room.

"This is the first time winter will be booted up and used on you, Irene.' Shuri answered. "We don't know if it'll work."

"So he has to be strapped down?" Irene argued.

"We have to use the code words to see if it works.' Aamani commented.

"It's a safety precaution." Ayo interjected.

"Right." She starred at him, recalling her time in the grasp of that metal arm. "Where do we start." She swallowed hard.

"I should explain the project to you." Aamani walked towards the large metal tank that sat in the middle of the room, it seemed to be fill with crystal clear water.

"This.' She pointed to the machine that bubbled. "Is our sensory deprivation tank. With over 1000 pounds of salt, It'll allow you to immerse in your powers easily without much strain on your physical body."

Irene's eyes brows bunched together and Aamani picked up on her slight confusion. She chuckled and gave the tank a pat.

"It will essentially aid in easing your anxiety, if you have any." She watch Irene shake her head as she grasped a better understanding.

"And this,' she moved over to the white head piece that matched the body suit Irene had on. Padded, white, and full of colored wires. "Is winter."

"Winter?' Irene caressed the wires. "What is it?"

"Winter is a basically our gate way into your mind and within that gate way we can get into Sergeant Barnes's mind.' She explained.

"I don't understand."

"Winter is going to create a neurological link between us, you, and sergeant Barnes using your telepathy and winter's EMF rays" She explained. "And then,' she turned on a host of display monitors. "Motion and picture should play here."

Aadon laughed at Irene's perplexed face. "In layman's terms. You and Sergant Barnes are the video game characters and we're the players."

"So I'm a vessel?" Irene asked.

"Bingo." Aadon snapped and winked.

"You'll be controlling me from inside his mind?" Irene pondered further.

"No,' Aadon slung his arm around Irene's shoulder. "Whatever happens in there, is all you. Winter just allows us to be in there with you so we can do more research and continue to develop January."

"Whats January?" Irene frowned

Aadon shrugged. "He's not ready yet, so we don't know."

"Great.' She sighed. "So what happens when I'm back inside Bucky's mind? Now that he knows, he might be resistant." She whispered.

"I doubt he'll be too resistant, he's exhausted from fighting all these years." Aamani said.

"I heard that." Bucky groaned, turning around the best he could against the restraints.

Irene along with the rest of the occupants in the lab turned in his direction. Watching Bucky finally look up. His eyes, they gazed intently especially at Irene.

"And I told you, you're not trying that shit on me again, Irene." He grumbled.

Irene's eyes softened as walks towards him. "I told you it was an accident."

Bucky let a low rumble erupt from his chest. "And I told you I don't want you in my fucking head!" He snapped, pulling at the restraints.

Irene's eyes widen as she was pulled away from him.

"Sergeant Barnes!' T'challa shouted. "Control your self, Irene is only here to help."

Bucky's breathing slowed. "I don't want her help.' He tucked his head in his chin again. "Can't you do it another way."

Aamani spoke now, caressing Irene's back. "Irene is the best option to heal you. We've developed the project around her abilities. Please sergeant Barnes, give her a chance."

Bucky didn't say anything, he just allowed his jaw to tense visibly. Watching Irene's every move like a hawk.

"He hates me." She whispered.

"No,' Aamani pulled the steps down from the deprivation tank. "He doesn't trust.' She put winter on Irene's head, adjusting the straps around her chin. "But we will make him trust."

"How?" Irene asked, gripping on side of the railing and taking a step up.

Aamani shrugged, her tablet illuminating from her wrist again. She could answer questions about many things, but not this one. If Bucky didn't trust Irene this process would be harder than she anticipated. But deep inside herself, she had a glimmer of hope that it could work. Because no matter if Bucky grimaced at Irene or not, he was still looking at her.

The Happenings In the Art of Starting Over

Summary:

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James Buchanan Barnes is a broken man who is whisked away to the remote and serene land of Wakanda. His colleagues begin to believe if there is anyone who could try and help him it will be Irene. And try she will. But healing Bucky won't come easy, he is stubborn and scared and wants nothing to do with Irene and her powers. Helping Bucky will be a journey of trials and tribulations, Irene knows that. And yet, she still saunters over to him with a smile.

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Black!Mutant! OC

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CHAPTER SIX

Irene's first time inside winter wasn't as harrowing as she assumed. Her body floated against the still-warm water, she was in REM. Her eyes moved back and forth in a perfect symphony as she surfed through the waves of Bucky's mind, desperate to find him.

"Okay, Irene.' She heard Aamani's voice, though it wasn't clear. "Go find Sergeant Barnes's subconscious self, and try to administer January." She instructed.

"Right." Irene looked around at her surroundings. His mind had shifted, it was different this time.

A row of tumbled burgundy brick apartments lined up perfectly against a narrow cement street had replaced the dark aquatic adventure she assumed she'd return to. The honking of taxi's told her she was in Brooklyn, along with Bucky's files that she had stolen and studied the previous night.

The clicking of pink wedge heels and the wind that caught underneath girls button downed dresses. The language of 'doll' and 'dame'. She had to be submerged into the heart of 1940's New York.

"I think I'm in,' Irene began but was shortly interrupted.

"New York." Aadon injected. "There aren't many buildings with doors."

"I see one at the end of this block, should I try it?" Irene asked, watching the buildings flashing lights dance.

"Go for it." Aadon encouraged Irene.

"What the hell!" Aamani screamed.

"What!" Irene stopped, clutching at her pounding heart.

"Your outfit! Look at your fucking outfit, Irene!" Aamani continued to scream.

Irene looked down at her feet that were once barren, now they dawned white wedged heels, rounded at the tip. Her lashes battered intensely as she twirled towards an abandoned glass display window, wind catching under something she couldn't quite place.

"Oh.' Irene ran her hands along her ruby red polyester sleeves. "Oh!" She gasped.

Irene now sported a ruby red knee length dress. It's sweet heart neckline and belt formed her assets beautifully. Her hair was no longer in its natural state, but instead pined back in buoyant voluminous curls. It all felt so real, like reality had shifted around her.

"I think you're changing to fit with the setting of his mind." Aamani spoke. "So you'll blend in."

"Then why didn't I have a swimsuit last time?" Irene whispered while nodding at the entertainment girls as she walked inside the building.

"That I do not know. But since this is the only building with a door, he must be in there." Aamani said, watching the monitors intently.

Irene smiled at the man with a mustache in front of her, he shoved a black and white flyer into her hand. The with the words "Harry's House' in bold black letters.

"He would be in Harry's House?" Irene asked, watching the flyer disappear in her grasp. "It wasn't real anyways." She sighed to herself.

"Apparently it's a place him and Captain Rogers use to frequent.' Aadon said, sipping on a can of pop.

"Is he still sleeping?" Irene asked.

Aadon turned around, his desk chair creaking, a devilish grin spreading on his face. "Like a baby."

"Okay, well good,' Irene clutched her fictitious purse. "Because I have eyes."

"Holy shit." Aamani leaned into the monitor, stealing a sip of Aadon's pop. "He looks, kind of hot."

"Happiness looks good on the best of us, Aamani." Irene sighed, lifting the hem of her skirt up as she pushed through the crowd. "How do I approach him?"

"How did you approach him last time?" Aadon asked, snatching his drink back from his older sister.

"Slowly."

"Bingo."

Irene swallowed hard, ambling towards him. His white smile was on display as he laughed aloud with a few stunning woman hugged into either side of him. He had a bottle of beer tilted onto his lips, sipping slow. And before she knew it, she was in front of him. Staring in complete suspended animation.

Bucky's eyes titled from the tip of his beer, to Irene. She could have sworn she heard a sigh escape from his lips. He slammed the bottle down, the bottom of it lead a crackling trail up to the the neck of the beer. Irene's eyes went wide, as she watched him wipe his lips off with the sleeve of his tan uniform, tipping his hat onto his head.

"And this,' his voice seemed lighter than last time. "Is my best friends Steve's eavesdropping friend, Irene. Who just can't let it go." He laughed, a hint of anger underneath his tone.

"Sergeant Barnes's, maybe we should go somewhere private." Irene whispered, suddenly becoming self conscious with all eyes on her.

"Or maybe.' Bucky pushed himself off from the bar top. The girls who once surrounded him disappearing into thin air. "You should just leave."

"Why?' Irene backed up as he slowly sauntered towards her. "I'm here to help you." She held her hand out.

"Because I said so." Bucky's voice was deep and intimidating.

"Look." Irene pulled out the canister of purple gas, known as January. "This will help you."

"Irene don't show him that!" Aadon shouted into his microphone.

Bucky laughed, clutching his side. "Do you really think it'll be that easy! Do you know what they've done to me!" He shouted, tossing a chair to the side. Irene gasped watching it break as it collided with the wall. "You need to leave."

"Irene, put it away, we will try again another time." Aamani whispered.

"No!" Irene shouted, not sure who she was speaking to in this moment.

"Fine.' Bucky said, his flesh arm morphing into metal, the red star on his shoulder was bolder than anything she'd ever seen. "I'll just make you."

"Bucky, please stop!" She yelled, turning on her heels and running from him.

On the outside, Irene's body began to convulse. She was no longer in control as she had once thought, the water slouching around her and spilling onto the floor. Aadon and Aamani hopped out of their chairs, rushing to her side.

"Bucky!" Irene rasped, it seemed his favorite way to hurt her was with his hand around her neck.

"Never come back here, it's too dangerous." His eyes misted over with a combination of anger and pain.

Then after he spoke, Bucky slammed Irene's body through the floorboards of Harry's House. Sending her tumbling into a black abyss. Irene screamed as she fell down further and further.

Her body finally stopped, landing in something squishy and sticky. Her dress had disappeared and she was back to wearing her white body suit.

"What the hell! No, not again!" She screamed, lifting her arm that was covered in slime. "Aamani, Aadon!" She gagged at the revolting smell which burned her nostrils.

"They're not here.' A malevolent voice teased Irene as it laughed.

"Who are you?" Irene wept, struggling against the binds she was in. They were stuck onto her skin like suction cups, to her dismay they were tentacles.

"Who I am isn't a matter of your concern, Irene Watson." the voice jabbered on, it's tentacles grabbing Irene by her waist and lifting her up.

"The matter is, why do you feel you can save the winter solider? My creation!" The voice was so close to her she could feel the heat of its breath against the nape of her neck.

Irene squirmed within its grasp. Wheezing for air as it only squeezed her tighter, slithering up to her neck. She clinched her eyes close, rasping out one last remark.

"Because—it's the right thing,' she coughed, scratching at the tentacle wrapped on her neck. "To do!" She hollered, feeling herself being pulled far away from the voice.

In the lab, Irene laid on then floor convulsing like a fish out of water. Her nose bleeding profusely, dripping down her chin. Frantically, Aadon picked up Irene's body placing her onto a lab table trying to steady her body.

"Her vitals are off the chart!" Aamani shouted, running with a syringe in her hand.

"I didn't think it would be like this for her!" Aadon grunted, fighting against Irene's shaking body.

"It's her telepathy, she's very strong.' Aamani explained. "Hold her steady!"

"I'm trying!" Aadon began to sweat, retraining her body as Irene began to cry out.

Aamani climbed on top on the lab table, straddling Irene and hold her legs steady between her thighs. She held the syringe above her head and plunged in into Irene's chest.

Instantly, Irene stopped shaking and her brown eyes shot open as she drew in a series of excruciating breaths. She began to cough up blood and shoved Aamani off her. Irene screamed as she collapsed onto the cold lab floor, snatching the wires off of herself.

Irene limped and pushed passed Aadon and Aamani who shouted after her. Feeling a surge of anger while crying uncontrollably, Irene released a swoosh of purple energy from her fingertips, pushing it against Bucky's chest.

"Wake up!" She shouted, watching him slowly stir awake. But it wasn't fast enough for her, so she did it again. Hitting Bucky with another swoosh of energy, causing him to groan as sweat dripped down his forehead.

"Do you really think it's funny!' Irene cried out, wincing at the pain she felt in her side.

"Do I think what's funny?" He grumbled, barely facing her.

"Trying to kill me!' Irene shouted. "I'm only trying to help you!"

"I told you to stay out of my head, you're psychotic!" He shouted back, trying to move within his restraints.

Irene scoffed, sweat dribbling down her body as her side pulsed in pain. "I'm psy—psychotic!" Irene's breath stirred. "You—you're,' she swallowed hard, stumbling over her words along with her feet.

Irene pressed her fingers into her temples and yelped in pain as she crashed to the floor on her knees. Blood began to pour from the corners of her eyes as she screamed out in uncontrollably pain.

"Irene!" Aamani shouted.

Irene felt her head crash onto the floor, the last thing her bloody eyes saw were those boots. If this was how she was meant to die at least it would be a noble end. Helping a man who couldn't see the worth in being rescued. That ought to count for something in the afterlife.

Don't Make Me Wait

Summary: You thought it was a great idea. Holding out on your beefy biker fiancé until the wedding night. What could possibly go wrong with that plan?

Pairing: Beefy Biker Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Minors, DNI, Semi-public sex, teasing, Michelle, fingering 18+

A/N: Based on a cute ask. Bit of a time jump (will write the proposal, first dates etc soon).

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Bucky has no idea how you manage to bring this side out of him. Your power is unmatched and he wouldn’t change a single thing about you. Nothing you can do can make him change his mind.

Well, one thing.

“Why?” His deep voice bordering on whining. Unashamedly so. Fuck if he cares how he sounds right now. He has more important things on his mind. Like why you’re trying to deny him his pussy. She needs him.

Bucky is more excited about the wedding than you are, he only has a few requests, mostly some biker traditions that he wants to be integrated into the ceremony. He’s keeping one a secret and every time you ask about it, he distracts you.

He will, however, discuss other things.

His favorite is the honeymoon, you’re letting him plan that part all on his own, knowing you were going to enjoy whatever he had in store for you. In fact, the honeymoon is the reason you called him into the living room this morning. The second you said the words ‘wedding night’ he was beaming ready to demonstrate all the positions he was going to put you into.

Until he heard you say you wanted to wait until the wedding night to have sex. You watched him visibly deflate, all six feet of him, sinking into the couch the more you talked. Or as he would tell it, the more you hurt him.

Bucky’s been staring at you for the past fifteen minutes. His large body slumped over, sorrowful blue eyes peering up at you. His pink bottom lip poking out just enough to make you feel like you kicked a puppy.

And in a way you have.

It seemed like a good idea when you were mulling it over. After all, absence makes the heart grow fonder and if you’re being honest with yourself, the thought of a deprived Bucky on your wedding night has your head spinning. And each time you picture him barging into the honeymoon suite you get so wet you have to change your panties.

God if he’s an animal after three days, he’s going to be an absolute beast after a month. You might not even make it to the suite, he’s probably going to drag you into the first empty room he finds, bend you over a desk and push your wedding dress up, his large hands ripping your panties as he growls your nam-

“Why gorgeous, why?” He repeats sliding down to the floor, six feet of tatted solid muscles inching between your legs. Those hands you were just daydreaming about inching up your bare thighs settling them over his broad shoulder, rough thumbs massaging deep circles over the bruises he made last night. “Give me one good reason.”

It’s hard to remember why when he brushes his thick beard over the sensitive skin of your inner thigh his wet, warm tongue lathing the burn left behind you. He curls it deliberately before licking up your other thigh, moaning softly as he tastes you.

Bucky always says you’re the best meal he’s ever had.

You clutch the cushions in your fists trying to tamper down the whimper climbing out of your throat. You can not let this man distract you. Digging your foot into his back, you push yourself away. Holding onto the arm of the couch like a lifeline, averting your eyes when he flashes a knowing grin up at you.

“It’s not like you can hold out on me either.” He teases following you as you retreat, his smoky cedar cologne drifting off him, you close your eyes holding your breath. No one should smell this sexy.

You can not let him distract you.

“Bucky stop.” You order, biting back a grin when he instantly obeys, grumbling under his breath.

He leans back on the coffee table, his hands twitching on his knees as he has to hold himself back from touching you. His boxers revealing his thick thighs when he bounces his leg.

Crossing your legs, you pull your shirt down to hide how wet your panties are. He sees a flash of them and rubs his hand down his face and over his neck, groaning, deep and low, making his dog tags rattle over his chest. Last night those dog tags were dangling in your face with his hand around- You have to hold in another whimper, a deep ache blooming in your core.

Don’t let him distract you.

Dropping your head back on the soft cushion, you take a calming breath and silently tell your pussy to behave.. “Bucky, I think it’s going to be good for the both of us,” you start, giggling softly at his affronted grunt. “And I think we both need a little lesson on self-control. Remember how you got me arrested?”

Bucky runs a hand through his hair, spluttering out, “One time. One time and I bailed you out. And I told you to run.”

You glare at him pointedly, he stares back mouthing “Told. You. To. Run.”

Bucky’s face softens as he recalls his homecoming. “And you rode me like a fucking goddess.” He sounds so proud, his eyes brightening as he grins at you. “You have no idea how many times I think about that day baby. That was the best welcome home gift I’ve ever gotten.”

You glance away, cheeks burning. Not wanting to encourage him you hide your smile with the back of your hand.

“Bucky focus, I’m serious. No sex until the wedding night.” You emphasize, scooting even further back, wagging your finger at him. “And I mean it when I say night. Wedding night, so no trying to sneak into my dressing room before the ceremony either.”

He falls silent, narrowing his darkening eyes at you. Tension thickening the air as he breathes heavily through his nose. You’re preparing your next arguments when he smiles at you, a deceptively soft twist of his lips that has you sitting up straight. Nerves on edge, skin prickling when he chuckles.

“Okay.” He shrugs, holding his large hands up in surrender. “Whatever you want.”

You open and close your mouth a few times. You were expecting at least an hour more of begging. He practically latched on to your leg when you left him for Marcie's house a few months back and that was before he became insatiable.

“Okay.” you slowly repeat back. This is not good, you're very suspicious of the sly glint in his eyes.

His smile widens and he scrunches his nose playfully. “Okay gorgeous.” His calm, even tone has your lips pursing.

Bucky stands up, stretching his arms above his head, his hard cock straining through his thin black briefs, the outline of the swollen head right in front of your face. He twists his back, pivoting his hips forward until his large bulge is almost touching your face.

You know what he's doing, you expected nothing less but you can't help the way your mouth waters as you envision the vein running under the shaft, the slight curve leading to tip and your clit thrums.

“Let’s see how long you last.”

He saunters away, cracking his neck as he rolls his shoulders. A deep exaggerated grunt from him has you wanting to run after him.

You bite your lip, chewing it between your teeth watching his muscles shift across his back. Bucky glances over his shoulder and your thighs clench when he winks. He’s not going to make this easy on you.

You stand up, your panties clinging to your throbbing pussy. Looking down, you hiss, “stop taking his side, traitor.”

“Don’t talk to her like that” he shouts from the hallway.

Aggravated about how he managed to turn your conversation around on you, you retort. "This is my pussy, Bucky, and regardless of what you think it doesn't belong to you."

He storms back in so swiftly, his large body overtaking the space that you startle taking a step back. "What did you say?"

You shrug, looking everywhere but him. "Uh…"

Bucky stomps over to you until he’s toe to toe with you, his bare tattooed chest heaving. "Say it again."

You glance up at his enraged face, part of you is aware that he's used the same look to intimidate men twice your size. All you know is that he’s even sexier when he’s angry.

"You don't scare me, Bucky." You giggle into his chest.

"Wish I did, maybe I could be getting some right now." He mumbles.

"What?"

He flicks the end of your nose, grumbling a gruff "you heard me", and walks back out the room.

The rest of the day Bucky was on his best behavior. You were on edge the entire time, waiting for him to do something. You kept glancing over your shoulder anticipating him grabbing you or grinding against you. Anything. He knows it, his smug grin whenever he passes you in the hallway is grating.

On top of everything, it's Saturday.

He has a routine that began with taking you for a ride around the city, just you, him, and the open road. Afterward, you spend the rest of the night on the couch watching movies, he likes to lay between your thighs, his head on your belly while you feed him popcorn.

Inevitably his tongue ends up circling your clit usually before the 15-minute mark.

It took a month for you to finish John Wick and you can’t remember half of it.

Tonight he queued up the movie, arranging you on the couch the way he always does. He was wearing nothing but another pair of boxers and his dog tags. And damn it if you weren’t soaked again. Now you weren't trying to tease him but your thin shirt bunched up when you laid down revealing your drenched panties.

Bucky went still above you, his hand flexing on your thigh as his pupils slowly dilated. His adam’s apple bounced twice and his eyes glazed over until you said his name. He blinks rapidly, his face clearing, and settles down without a word.

An emotion twists in your chest, disappointment? No, you wanted this, it’s only been one day.

One day, you repeat when his beard grazes your skin with each breath. Your hand quivers as you picked up the first handful of popcorn. He glances at it before opening his mouth, the tip of his tongue flickering over your palm after he takes it.

Bucky has to focus on the screen, acting as if he’s not agony, so hard because of you, doing his best to not rut into the couch like a damn teenager. He can feel the heat radiating off you. Every time he moves you throb and he can feel that too. All he wants is to sink his tongue into your warmth instead he nuzzles into your soft belly and stares at the tv.

You were so caught in your own arousal you don’t notice how tense Bucky is, too busy focused on trying not to rub against him, that annoying ache spreading through you. How did he have you so trained to crave his touch? You can practically feel his tongue gliding through your folds.

What did this man do to you?

The next morning you wake up to him, hard and hot against your back. His hand dragging up your hip, rolling you over, without opening his eyes, his lips find yours. No matter how dark the room is, he can always find your mouth.

He peppers featherlight kisses over your face between murmurs of good morning and love you’s on your skin. His love painted on your skin with each brush of his soft lips.

His hand cupping the back of your head to bring you in closer, he can’t get enough of you so much so that he has to pull himself away, leaving you breathless and needy on the bed.

Swinging his legs over the side of the bed, he rubs the back of his neck before standing up. His gait is unsteady, his cock stiff and heavy as he heads to the bathroom.

“I’m going to take a quick shower and I’ll make you breakfast.”

You laid there expecting to hear him jerking off, disappointed when only the sounds of running water came through the partially open door. He merely smiles when he strolls out, naked and water dripping down his chiseled chest, his cock just as hard as when he left you. He faces you while he towels himself off as you pretend not to watch.

“You want some sausage this morning, gorgeous?” He teased, throwing the damp towel on you.

His deep amused laughter fills the room when you petulantly shake your head. You’re actually

considering a cold shower, violently kicking the covers off of you as you climb out of bed. His laugh gets louder after you slam the door shut.

The next week was pure torture. Bucky suddenly forgot how to put on a shirt, you would come home to him working on his classic car. His tattooed chest sweaty and flushed, a smudge of grease over the vein that leads right to his cock, overalls low on his hips, the straps dangling at his sides.

No man has the right to look that damn good.

He was always a cuddler but now he couldn’t stop hugging you and touching you. Small caress of his ringed fingers along your arm as you ate dinner. He would wrap his arm around your stomach, pressing into your back in the middle of the grocery aisle to “help you” reach the box of cereal on the top shelf. He started working out early in the morning so you awoke to the sounds of him grunting. Deep low grunts right beside your bed as he lifted weights, biceps bulging with each set.

You were ready to explode.

So you decided two can play that game.

He may know your weakness but you know all of his.

Bucky trudges into the house, ready to collapse on the sofa grateful that he can at least hold you. He really wants you to give in, he can’t lie your restraint is impressive. He thought he had you two days ago when he woke to you grinding on him in your sleep. So close.

Toeing his boots off, his head lifts when he smells dinner. He grins hearing pots clattering and you singing along to the music blasting throughout the lower level. Immediately he’s invigorated knowing you’re home with him.

Bucky walks to the kitchen, stopping short when he sees you. He has to hold onto the wall, his eyes widening. Fuck me. The sight of you in his favorite dress with an apron around your waist has him seeing double.

You grin smugly at the pan when he mutters another fuck gorgeous. “Like what you see?” You sass, stirring vigorously.

He does. He really does. Bucky raises a brow, tsking quietly. He knows exactly what you’re doing. Deny him his pussy and then try to tease him. Not today gorgeous

Bucky crosses the kitchen, pulling you into him. “I want to bend you over this counter and wreck your pussy. Give it to you rough and fast, make you feel every inch.” He whispers in your ear, his warm breath on your skin.

Your knees buckle when he bites your shoulder. “Think about how tight you are around me. You can barely take me, no matter how many times I stretch your pretty little pussy.”

He pushes his hips into yours, the edge of the counter digging into your stomach. “You like when I fuck you hard, make you scream my name, don’t you? Or do you want it nice and slow, on your back with your legs over my shoulders? I can take my time splitting you open”

Yes yes, Bucky.

He’s not done, his voice deepening in your ear. “You can ride me and fuck me however you want, this cock is all yours baby.” He tilts his hips up and you can feel all of him.

“Such a good girl,” He murmurs in your ear, his rough hands moving up and down your bare arms, his filthy praises and promises making you weak. “And good girls get my tongue, how about I wake you with my tongue buried in your sweet cunt? You want that?” You do, you want it so bad.

Bucky palms your pussy, his fingers grazing your panties. “You wanna be good for me? You wanna cum for me gorgeous?”

You nod, moaning when he kisses your throat, promising to choke you, make you gag on his cock, make you remember who you belong to. You’re ready to fall to your knees, wanting his thick, heavy cock in your mouth. Bucky continues whispering all the ways he can take you apart until you’re shamelessly grinding on him seconds away from begging him to take you.

Bucky steps back, tugging on your apron strings, leaving you wide-eyed and delirious, sinking to the floor. He steps over to the stove with a cocky smirk. Picking up the spoon, he scoops a bit of sauce out of the pan and slides it into his mouth. “Well, we’re just going to have to wait for the wedding night aren’t we gorgeous?”

Loud boisterous laughter belts through your phone, you flinch moving it away from your ear. Should have known better than to tell Marcie.

“Wait wait hold the fuck up” Marcie laughs, almost in tears, “its only been a few days miss “I’m stronger than my urges and he’s just going to have to deal, miss how am I going to deal with him, he's going to be-”"

“I didn’t say that Marcie!” you shout, tossing the phone down, you roll over and grab a pillow. Fuck it’s his and it smells good. You wrap your arms around inhaling his lingering scent.

More laughter. “Girl don’t yell at me, I told you it was a dumb idea. I had money on him breaking though."

You lift your head, glaring at your overturned phone, “Stop betting on our sex life.”

“Stop having sex in public and I might.” Marcie retorts, “Don’t be mad at me because you're horny.”

She pauses and you sneer knowing she’s about to say something else.

“Bet you wish were riding that dick right now.” She cackles.

You press your face deeper into the pillow and scream. Bucky listens to you outside the room, muttering yes to himself, softly thumping the wall with his fist. Just a little more pressure and he can have his pussy back.

“I wanted our wedding night to be special.”

Oh, he doesn't like how you sounded when you said that, you're disappointed and sad. Bucky drops his hand, pushing open the door. He has no problem teasing you but that stops the second he even thinks you’re upset. Bucky has to make you feel better. You feel the bed dip down and you gaze up at him. Buck picks up your phone and taps the screen cutting off Marcie.

“Hey, gorgeous let’s go for a ride.”

The instant he veers off the highway, you know he’s going straight to the park, there’s a little area off the main path that’s special to the both of you. You had your second date there, it’s where he took you the night before he had to leave for his final tour, and it’s where he proposed.

Bucky helps you off the back of his bike, intertwining your fingers between his as guides you to the clearing. Stars dot the night sky, small chirps of crickets and dry leaves crunching under your pierce the fresh pine-scented air.

He never told you but you are the only one he’s ever brought here, before this was a place he kept to himself, his reprieve from the world. Then he met you and suddenly he no longer had the urge to run.

“You know I knew I was going to marry you the second I saw you.”

“You didn’t.” You scoff, ducking your head.

Bucky sighs thoughtfully. “I did. You had on that red tank top the one with the hole in the bottom and a pair of shorts that-” he moans biting his lip, “--and you looked up at the tree in front of your porch and smiled, goddamn you have the prettiest smile I’ve ever seen.”

The trees clear out revealing a grass patchy of land overlooking the town. He turns to you and tilts your chin up with his thumb.“Yeah, there it is.”

He places a soft kiss on your lips before continuing, “I had to meet you and I lucked out when you dropped your keys, shit I was nervous.”

You scoff again, raising your brows skeptically. “You seemed awfully confident to me Bucky.”

“My heart was racing, I felt like I was going a hundred miles an hour down the highway talking to you.” Bucky confesses, bringing you closer to him, kissing the crown of your head, “I knew I was going to have to go all out for you.”

He shrugs off his jacket. “And then you made me work for it, normally girls just throw panties at me,” he pretends to dodge invisible panties until you slap his stomach.

“Hey don’t damage your goods doll, this all yours remember.” He grins, his sapphire eyes roaming over your face as you laugh. Another memory he’s going to cherish, who knew every good thing in his life, every good moment would center around you?

“I love you.” Bucky cups your face, pressing his nose into yours, his minty breath washing over you. “Gonna always love you even when you try to kill me.” He would let you, you have no idea but he would let you do anything you wanted to him.

He lays his jacket on the ground, kneeling beside it. Bucky reaches out his hand, waiting patiently as you pad toward him. He takes your hips and guides you down onto the soft smooth leather.

“Now I know I wasn’t playing fair," He states unapologetically as he tucks you under his large warm body.

“No shit yo-”

He cuts you off with a kiss, his wet tongue delving into your mouth. You grab the back of his head pulling him closer, your lips clashing together frantically. He deepens the kiss, breathing you in, pressing you further into the ground. A moan tumbles from your mouth and he swallows it, wanting more of you, knowing in his soul that he’ll never get enough.

His lips devour you, so passionately and thoroughly you don’t even need to breathe, moments passing as he takes more, slotting his hand under your head to bring you impossibly closer until he has to break away.

Resting his forehead on yours as he pants. You scrape your nails over his scalp, his warm heavy weight comforting you, you missed having him on top of you. Neither of you are able to speak, you don’t have to, content to bask in your love for each other.

He rolls onto his side, propping himself up on his elbow. “Tomorrow I’m going to behave.” He promises, tracing your swollen lips with his knuckle. You roll your eyes, snorting into his Henley.

“I’m going to try to behave.” He retorts with an air of offense as if he didn’t just spend a whole week tormenting you with his captivating body.

His head dips down for another kiss while his hand wanders down your belly to unsnap your jeans. “Tonight, I’m going to apologize and make it up to you,” he mutters against your lips. Oh yes, you’re ready to accept any apology he’s going to give you. You lift your hips, helping him push them over your thighs.

He takes his hand and slips it down your panties. His fingers dance over your aching clit and you cry out, sweet relief flooding your body.

“Good girl. Is that better?” he hums, dragging his hand through your folds, back around your clit, adding just the right amount of pressure that sends you keening off the ground.

Bucky guides two fingers into your tight wet heat, you’re so wet his thick long digits slip in. You’re so full, being stretch so good, the only thing that would feel better right now is cock but fuck you’ll take what he’s giving. “I want to be inside your pussy so fucking bad,” He swears through gritted teeth, his desperate growl in your ear makes you clamp down hard.

“In four weeks, I’m going to do unspeakable things to you gorgeous.” His eyes flit between your face and his fingers diving into your cunt. The soft sloshing making his hard cock leak in his jeans. The ride home is going to be rough but hearing your sweet moans is going to be worth every second.

He curls his fingers upwards, dragging them over your sweet spot. Bucky remembers the first time he found it, the way your legs trembled around his waist, your nails clawing down his back. He still has dreams about the way you cried when he hit it, so beautiful when you sing for him. he drops his head to your shoulder, watching your body tense and tremble as he tightens the coil until you can't think, can't move. You need to cum so bad, begging him with your eyes, unable to form any words.

Bucky knows what you need and you're going to get everything you want.

"You’re not leaving our bed until I fucked you so thoroughly that you’re going to feel me inside of you for the rest of the honeymoon.” He vows, watching the moonlight reflect off your glistening body.

He moves his fingers faster and harder, the ruthless stretch as he scissors your silken wall has you sobbing his name, your voice echoing across the field louder as his thumb swipes over your bundle of nerves. Bucky groans, “I have it all planned out, first I’m fucking you in the church, then the reception hall, the car ride to the airport, fuck we might not even make it to the plane.”

He whispers, deep and gravelly in your ear, every last filthy thing he's going to do and with you as he pushes you closer to the edge. Your hips greedily meeting each thrust into your fluttering cunt, pleasure overtaking your senses until you can only feel him touching you. ‘

So good, so good, fuck Bucky.” So far gone as he drives you higher, you don’t realize you’re shouting until you shatter, cumming apart so hard your chant cuts off in a wordless scream, your back arched off the ground as your cunt desperately pulls his fingers back in.

His blue eyes never leave your face, taking in everything as you fall apart. He plans on making you scream like that every day as many times as he can.

“Damn you’re pretty when you cum like that.” Bucky laughs, waiting until you collapse on his jacket, gently removing his fingers. He sucks each one clean as you catch your breath.

“Just remember this was your idea.” Releasing the last one with a wet plop, he smiles down at you. “I hope you’re ready for me, gorgeous.”

He rests his head next to yours, whispering under his breath, “I can’t till you're officially mine”

Meanwhile

Michelle takes a sip of her tea, staring at your engagement photo with disdain, touching a besotted Bucky with her manicured nail. “Hmm, she’s cute I guess.”

She tosses it on the table next to the set of doilies. “This is going to be easy. Give me a week or so.”

Mrs. Smith chortles, “You were always my favorite.”

“I know. You said have a house key?”

Mrs. Smith slides it to her niece, “yeah found it in their grass.”

She taps the key against her porcelain cup, looking at Bucky’s face. “Real easy.”

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Rare & Sweet As Cherry Wine

Biker!Bucky:

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Don't Look, Don't Touch

Summary: Bucky has a few rules for any woman who isn't you...don't look, definintly don't touch anything that belongs to you. And Gorgeous he's all yours.

Pairing: Beefy Biker Bucky x Reader

Word count: 1.4 k

Warnings: Implied smut, mentions of oral, Bucky being proud that he's your man.

a/n: This is in response to this ask. Beta'd by the lovely @cwbucky . Just a minor time jump in the Beefy Biker World.

Bucky's staring at you.

Again.

He beat Steve in a game of pool about thirty minutes ago and after collecting his winnings he left the guys to grab a seat at the usual booth. Bucky's exhausted from the long day and after a few drinks, he’s content to rest in the back and wait for everyone to finish up.

But he can’t keep himself from staring at you.

It's not his fault he thinks, shifting his chair to get a better view of you. You're just so goddamn gorgeous, he can't take his eyes off you.

The heat of his gaze slides down your spine and sinks into your belly, smooth and warm like the bourbon you’re sipping.

Lifting the glass to your lips, you sneak a glance over your shoulder at the smoldering biker sitting across the bar.

His entire face brightens when your gaze lands on him. He grins at you, lips curling up until his nose scrunches, one brow raised, subtly gesturing for you to come over.

Bucky has one foot kicked up on the edge of the table, his combat boot tapping the chipped wood, his leather jacket thrown over the back of his chair and his sleeves rolled up past his thick forearms. His henley stretches across his broad muscular chest, a hint of freshly tattooed skin peeking around the collar.

By the way he's looking at you, you know he's feeling good, a few beers buzzing through him. You love tipsy Bucky. He’s a different beast when he’s like this, somehow even more affectionate than sober Bucky.

The last time he was like this, he ate you out from the back until you had to beg for him to stop and then-

“Ah ah ah,” Marcie tsks, flicking you right in the forehead with her long nails. “Don't even think about going over there.”

“Hey,” you grumble, rubbing your sore skin. “I wasn’t thinking about...” you trail off, a smile pushing your lips up. The lie flops out of your mouth and splatters on the table, making all the girls roll their eyes in unison.

You don’t notice, because you’re hooked by a pair of deep blue eyes, and oh god you want him. You blink, chastising yourself for leaning forward at the sight of his pink tongue traveling across his bottom lip.

Another sharp, stinging flick lands on your forehead—this time from Ari’s girl. Her cheerful yet menacing don’t you dare has you laughing. You break eye contact with your man to glare at her.

Narrowing your eyes, you try to remember her name-her real name-, silently cursing these bikers and their affinity for nicknames.

Giving up after a few seconds, you sigh. “Sunshine, I can control myself,” you start, mouth falling open in feigned shock when Dove snorts into her tequila. “Excuse you!” You elbow her in her stomach, and she does the same in return.

“As I. Was. Saying." You tap Dove's nose before turning to the rest of the group. "You need to talk to him about control, I’m always well behaved. Okay?” You sniff, putting your nose in the air.

They all exchange knowing looks while you cross your arms over your chest.

A beat of silence passes. You break first, a giggle slipping past your pursed lips.

The table erupts in playful, raucous teasing, each of you pointing out the times the other has lost their minds over their bikers.

Marcie, you want to talk about control. Let’s talk about you and Sam and why officer Clint can’t look you in the eyes.

Hey, that charge got dropped okay.

Dove, you let Steve do what where, oh no no no you weren’t shy then don’t act shy now tell us everything.

I-we Steve said, I mean it was one time, I-.

Sunshine, you know they have cameras in the garage right?

Oh I know.

It’s the kind of conversation that has tears running down your cheeks from laughing so hard, a warm comforting feeling in your chest knowing you’re surrounded by your best friends.

Dove grabs your shoulder, her whispered look drawing your attention back to Bucky. The girls go silent, tension thickening the smokey air. You lean back in your chair with a smug grin.

A lithe woman with a poor dye job is practically drooling over your man. She's been checking him out all night, you're surprised it took her this long to approach him.

Bucky still has his eyes on you so he doesn’t notice until she’s right in front of his face. She plants her hands next to his; her breasts almost spilling out of her low-cut top as she leans over his half eaten fried onions rings.

“Stop this now,” Sunshine pleads. “You know how he gets when this happens.”

“Nope.”

“Aw c’mon, he’s so dram—”

You cut Marcie off with a shrug. “I like it.”

Dove is looking at you, hiding her smile behind her hand. Her man is the same way so she gets it. You wink, nudging her with your shoulder. "This is going to be good."

"Hey handsome, I'm Katie."

"I'm married."

"I'm not," she retorts, biting her lip.

Bucky finally drags his eyes away from you, looking the woman straight in the eyes. “Can I help you?”

The woman in front of him smirks. “You can start by buying me a drink.”

Bucky holds up his hand, dull overhead lights reflect off the platinum ring, he smiles proudly at the shimmering band. “Sorry, but all my drinks are reserved for my girl.”

“Then why are you all by yourself baby?” Her lips dip into a faux pout, unaware of the growing ire rolling off of him. “If you were my man, I’d never leave you all alone, a big guy like you should be taken care of.”

Bucky scoffs, his stormy blue eyes narrowing. “I’m well taken care of and she’s all I want, so no.”

“Don't be like that… I bet I can change your mind.” She brushes her fingers over the back of his hand. "Bet I can do things she never even thought of-"

You see Bucky's eyes flare, it’s the same look he had at the super bowl party and it’s the same look he had after your ex tried to come back into your life. You take a deep breath in, anticipation sizzling through your veins.

"No one is better than my wife. No one." Bucky stands up, waving his hand in the air. His offended, cold voice cuts through the air like a whip. “You see this! This means I belong to her.” He states firmly, pointing one long ring adorned finger at you. “I didn’t go through all the trouble of getting her addicted to me just to cheat on her.”

Ari and Sam pause their pool game and turn towards the scene unfolding in the middle of the bar. Steve drops his head, rubbing the back of his neck, making his way to Bucky.

“All of this—“ Bucky gestures up and down his tattooed covered body, “—is hers. Will always be hers. So unless you’re Gorgeous, you need to take the hint and walk away.”

Steve pops his head over the booth. “You should probably go because he’s only going to get to worse,” he warns the stunned woman.

Bucky inhales, craning his neck to find you. “Gorgeous, you come here and tell her I love you. And that is yours," He states, grabbing his his bulge. "And that I only want to taste your ow—” he tries to continue before Steve hits him on the back of his head with his knuckles.

“Oh, this isn’t him at his worst, either. You still have a chance to get out of here.” Steve says, laughter lacing his tone. "I'd suggest you run before he really gets angry and very descriptive."

You watch her put her hands up and back away. Bucky settles back in his chair with a loud thud, grumbling under his breath. He gives you a sullen look, his brows pulled together into a frown. After everything the two of you went through to get to this point, he never wants that to happen again.

“Aw, he’s upset,” you say, sliding off your chair, grabbing your glass off the table as you stand.

“No.”

“I should go make him feel better.”

“Please, no.” Sunshine tries to grab the back of your shirt but you dodge her without taking your eyes off Bucky.

“I’ll be back in five, ten minutes.”

“Can you at least wait until you get home?”

“Five minutes,” you sing over your shoulder, sauntering over to your man.

“She’ll come back, won’t she?” The sound of Dove’s soft, hopeful voice makes you smile.

Laughing, Sunshine pulls her wallet out of her purse. “I got twenty on them sneaking into the bathroom.”

“No he drove here, it's going to be the concert parking lot all over again. I got fifty on the backseat of the truck” Sam interjects, placing a kiss on Marcie’s head.

“You’re both wrong. He’s going to do something at the booth and he better clean up after,” Ari intones from his perch on the side of the pool table, gesturing for Sunshine to sit on his lap.

Steve saunters over to a smiling Dove. "What do you think sweetheart? Bathroom or truck?"

Looping your arms around Bucky’s neck as you sit on his lap, you laugh, listening to your best friends making bets on you and your biker. He takes your hand in his larger one, kissing the wedding ring on your finger.

His loving gaze sweeps up to your face and back to your joined hands, resting his chin on your shoulder, Bucky's low, deep voice washes over the shell of your ear. “So, who do you want to win?”

You gaze up at him with a conspiratorial smirk. “That’s easy,” you say, pulling his head down, you whisper in his ear. His blue eyes are getting wider and wider with every word.

“Hell yeah.”

Kiss Me Like You Wanna Be Loved

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Does Bucky get pissed if someone else calls Malyshka by her pet name

^Buckys face if he hears someone else call his wife by her nickname. She's his Malyshka and Bucky doesn't share what's his.

Bucky can admit he's possessive when it comes to her luckily she finds it sexy.

No one else gets to call her by that nickname, only him.

Bucky will correct anyone who tries. His cousin learned that very quickly. 👀

Of course your mob boss encourages things like therapy to help you heal from past trauma, but what other unconventional tactics would he rather try too?

-He delivers a full dossier on damning info about your enemy. You get to decide if you blackmail them, expose them, or get revenge another way.

-You’ve always wanted to hit them, just to see if it makes you feel better. He kidnaps the person and gently coaches you on how to punch using them as a test dummy.

-He assigns several of his men to stalk/terrify them and sends you the tapes of it.You can enjoy seeing them put through what they did to you.

Pairing: Mafia!Bucky x Reader

CW: Stalking (not by Bucky). John being the absolute worst. Corruption kink if you squint.

AN: Unbetad and written on my phone. I couldn't help myself after reading @glitter-shrill prompt.

*Poll at the end*

You did everything right. Everything you were supposed to do. And it didn't matter. Not when John worked for one of the city’s most powerful men, Everett.

You're not even sure if the gangster is aware that his employee was taking advantage of his connections. You were though. Painfully aware.

He's been relentless. Openly stalking you. Harassing you. Touching you. Invading every aspect of your life, tainting your cherished, safe spaces with his presence. He broke into your home and refused to leave.

When you called the police, they didn't even bother to take your statement after he showed them Everett's business card.

You overhead him in your living room, joking with the officers sworn to serve and protect. Bragging that he could do whatever he wanted to you and there was nothing you could do to stop him.

He was going to hurt you that night, this was all heading to the one conclusion you knew you'd never recover from.

You couldn't let him do that to you. So you ran.

Leaving behind all your belongings, everything you had worked so hard for. It wasn't fair. You did everything right but because his fragile ego can't handle rejection.

There's only one man who could protect you. Bucky. He's the only one with more influence, more power and resources than Curtis. The only one who wouldn't think twice about going after his enforcer.

While the mobster is impartial to his rivals' business, content to follow the rules established by pakhans before him, he couldn't resist your pleas for help. Your tear-filled gaze slipped past his defenses in a way no other person ever has.

He opened his doors to you. Letting you into his home, giving the safety and protection you needed. Falling for you. Proudly watching as you overcome what John put you through.

Now Bucky will do anything for you.

Bucky offered to get you a therapist. Let you work this out in a healthy way. But the more he learned about your mistreatment, the angrier he became on your behalf.

"Or," He dragged the word out, piquing your curiosity. His hands settled on your hips. Chin on your shoulder, gaze following yours to the pictures of John on his desk. "I can help you get revenge. Personally that always makes me feel better."

You've always done the right thing. And what did it get you so far? John's been allowed to go unchecked, allowed to ruin your life. A man like him will only learn the hard way. Maybe it's time to sink down to his level and make him feel as scared and helpless as you did.

"What did you have in mind?" Your voice trembles but your resolve hardens the more you look at John's smug face.

Bucky grins, he was hoping you'd see things his way. He'll still make you sure you keep that therapy appointment after you have some fun. A little revenge never hurt.

"I have a few ideas."

The last one was supposed to be blackmail and Punching bag. I don't know what happened 😂

Cant wait to see if John gets the ending he deserves 🌟

if you think about it, "biker" and "bikini" only have a three letter difference 😌

idk where im going w this 🤭

Sounds like something a higher than a kite biker Bucky would say to Gorgeous.

"I have no idea what you're talking about," you say, lifting your arm off your eyes, the bright sun making you blink.

Bucky plants his hands on either side of your head. His bare chest, warm and tatted, hovering over your sun-kissed body as he kisses your neck. He smells earthy. You like it.

"Three letters separate the words. Three strings separate—" he tugs the knotted bow on your waist,—"you from me."

You drop your arm behind your head and stare. You're not following his logic but that's okay.

Because as he tugs those three little strings loose and you feel his erection grow hard and thick against your thigh, you remember that Bucky has always been better at show than tell.

Hey dear!

It maybe a dumb question but I was just curious.

According to you whom does mob bucky love the most? Malyshka or Bumblebee?

He loves you, his wife and his baby girl equally but in different ways of course.

You've awakened parts of him he never knew existed. Love was this abstract concept, something meant for other people. Bucky didn't believe he'd get to have the fairytale ending or the kind of life his grandparents enjoy. Bucky wasn't the prince in anyone's story. Or so he thought.

Then he met the woman of his dreams. And everything changed.

You effortlessly turned him inside out and his world upside down. Suddenly love wasn't this abstract thing. It was tangible, palpable. And it was his. You made him believe that he could be more than what he was, that he could have it all.

He thinks about you constantly when he's away from you, he can't wait to get home to you, be with you, touch you, hold you, love you.

You're wrapped around his heart, every beat is for you. And so is she. Your sweet Bee.

Bucky didn't think he could love anyone else as much as he loves you. Until the day he found you were pregnant. Learning he was going to be a father was equal parts exhilarating and terrifying. He has loved that little girl from the start, without knowing anything about her other than she was going to be the perfect combination of him and you. He knew that she was going to be perfect because her mama is, how could she be anything less?

He talked to her every day while she was in your belly. Some days it was just to tell her that he loved her, other days he read to her. She was involved in more business decisions than some of his actual partners, all before she even entered the world.

Bucky was a goner the first time he held his little girl. Well he was a goner the day he heard her heartbeat but holding her, actually having her in his hands was a life-changing experience. She was tiny and fragile and sweet. And he knew he'd die for her the same way he'd die for you. He'd do anything for her. His love for her has only grown as she's gotten older. Watching her go from a curious, wide-eyed infant to a just as sweet, imaginative toddler has been a gift.

Just like you're wrapped around his heart, so is she. Bucky can't imagine life without either of you.

moral of the story

pairing: bucky x black!reader

summary: bucky has been distant your entire relationship and you finally find out why

warnings: mentions of alcoholism, cheating, harsh language, violence (hitting and shoe throwing)

a/n: now this is coming from a place of hurt on my part bc i’m dwelling over a past heartbreak but i felt like bucky was a good character to do this with. i know bucky would never but just for the sake of this he did.

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i remember the day he asked me out, i would have been what you described the happiest girl in the world.

if i had know what the future held maybe i would have never seen him again after the first date.

through out my entrie relationship with bucky he was distant, i knew he had his reasons but at some point he had to make an effort. sadly he never did and each time i was left disappointed and disappointment at some point in time leads to anger.

the anger took a while to build up, approximately two years. spending years of “loving” someone and ending up disappointed and angry was never how i expected my relationship to go, especially with the man who i thought was the one.

i initially thought it was my fault, that i was being too clingy. i distanced myself and i guess that gave him the ok to distance himself even more.

when he was away i found myself staying up and waiting for him to return, i stay up for days. days eventually turned into a week and a week turned into two. sometimes i thought he’d never return and honestly on some occasions i hoped he wouldn’t.

when he was home he wouldn’t talk to me, always looking at the tv with some sort of alcohol in his hand. in my attempts to talk to him he either completely block me out or tell me to go away once again leaving me disappointed.

i dont know why i stayed with him, i wanted to fix whatever was happening but talking to bucky was like talking to a brick wall. i also was in love or so i thought, maybe it was a placebo for the hurt and pain i felt.

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i walked into the kitchen to see bucky sitting at the island with a glass of brown liquor in his hand, “we need to talk” he looks at me confused “about what?”. the clueless look on his face makes me angry “about us bucky because clearly there’s something wrong” i say and he shrugs “i think our relationship is completely fine” he takes a sip out of his glass as he looks at me.

“of course you don’t see the fucking problem because you are the fucking problem” he looks at me shocked “i’m the problem?” he’s in complete disbelief. “yes bucky you are you’re never here, you’re always gone and it’s been like that for the last two years and you don’t know how much it affects me because when you are here you stare at the tv like a zombie” the tears are hot as they fall down my face.

he stands up and walks towards me “did you ever think that you could be the problem?” he practically spits in my face as he yells at me “you were so fucking annoying my god asking about dates and trying to do this and that you never stopped, i never loved you shit i barely even liked you steve was the one who talked me into asking you out anyway” i look at him shocked as the words leave his mouth.

“you peice of fucking shit” i yell as i hit his chest “i hate you” over and over again, i yell this words as i continue to hit his chest, i don’t stop until someone pulls me always “let me go i wasn’t done” i struggle to get out of the strong arms that were holding me.

“she was good you know she was way better than you were she made me feel so good” i take my shoe off and throw it at him in complete anger but he dodges it. “you know i was actually planning on ending this earlier so we could get hitched and make her my old lady” he continues and i just cry in the arms that are holding me.

i didn’t want to believe anything he said but it’s so hard not to, part of me wished this was some sick joke but it wasn’t.

“i hope it doesn’t last, you don’t deserve any ounce of fucking happiness coming your way because you drained me of mine, i hope she cheats on you too yeah get a piece of you own medicine” i look dead at him “karmas a bitch and i hope it bites you right in your ass” he just stands there and it pisses me off even more “get out” i look at him “get the fuck out now” i throw my other shoe at him and this time it hits him but it doesn’t nothing.

he walks away and i immediately break into a fit of sobs in the pair of arms that are holding me, the placebo had run it’s course.

i never really knew the man i “loved” for three years but my mother told me young people fall in love with the wrong people sometimes but that’s good because in the end it’s better for me because that’s the moral of the story.

Title: Top of his list

Summary: Your mafia boyfriend has a few priorities in his life and you’re number one.

Pairing Mafia Bucky x reader

Warnings: Canon level violence, fluff, protective boyfriend

Word count drabble

A/n written on my phone. Do not copy, rewrite, translate or repost my work.

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Bucky believes there are only a few things and people in his life worth protecting. 

And you are at the top of his list.

His life changed when he met you. So used to violence and death that accompanied his work, he was unprepared for the light, love and softness you would bring in his world. 

Before you he was convinced he would spend the rest of his life with women who only cared about his wealth, status or reputation. An endless array of meaningless dalliances that were only going for passing the time until the next encounter.

Bucky is an intelligent man, and he recognizes treasure unlike your ex boyfriend. 

Things were going well, you were happy and in turn he was happy. 

Until your ex tried to come back in your life.

Bucky suspected something had happened in your past relationship, you were too hesitant with him at first. He swore you sometimes flinched if someone was too loud or moved too quickly towards you. 

He kept his observations private, sharing them with his most trusted men. Ordering them to be mindful-careful- around you. The unspoken threats he made more terrifying than his spoken ones. He changed his own brash behavior to make you feel more at ease around him.

He made sure you knew your worth, telling you every day how much he loved you. Showing you through his actions. Showering you in affection, attention and gifts.

And you blossomed. No longer shy, nervous or afraid.

He had never been more proud.

No other accomplishment compared to when you fully trusted him and gave him your heart.

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