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Actor Bucky x civilian reader
I’m feeling angsty. Fluffy. Just a thought. But like a long thought.
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You should have known this would happen eventually.
You knew you should have put your phone down and gone to sleep hours ago. Scrolling through social media did nothing to ease you mind as you stared at the 100′s of posts that showed Bucky whispering in her ear with a boyish smile. A sickly feeling spread from your chest, up your neck and to your cheeks, the type of heat that made your throat constrict and your eyes burn. The lump in your throat was painful to swallow, blinking back tears when you clicked on a video that had been shot by the paparazzi and leaked to the press, all the news outlets having a field day with brand new pics of a budding Hollywood romance.
“Well, there you have it folks! Looks like Winter is warming up over here, stay tuned for more updates”
“Single no more? Things steam up on the set of The Winter Soldier”
“Swipe to get a sneak peak on the hottest new romance everyone’s excited about”
You wanted to throw your phone across the room, instead keeping your eyes locked on the way your boyfriend was cozied up with his co-star, the two of them seemingly giggling over an inside joke while taking a break between shoots. Her face was practically tucked into his neck while he laughed, both of them apparently blissfully unaware someone was watching.
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I've always had this acting AU idea where you and Bucky are co-stars in a movie/tv show and your characters are enemies. It makes people feral because you're both so crazy attractive but you just hate each other so much on screen and your story lines have you at each others throats.
Now the part I love with this idea is the press actually thinking you don't get along with him whatsoever and thinking there's drama between the cast because you're never around with them. Whenever they hang out together, literally everyone by you is there. There are so many rumors about how Bucky can't stand working with you and how the cast leaves you out. Natasha even had a thanksgiving dinner recently and the Instagram photo she posted has literally everyone present but you.
Things heat up even more when you barely update your own socials after filming wrapped up. You basically disappeared and it confirms everyone's suspicions. The only time you post here and there is when you're at home alone, doing your own thing. You're never present in any of the interviews. No one ever comments even when they're directly asked about you. There has to be drama.
It's been over a year of near radio silence and people anticipating for the release of this movie.
I love the idea of the movie premier day being full of anticipation and people buzzing over if Bucky would bring a date, if you'd even show up, wondering how you'd interact with everyone else. No one's even seen you but you're one of the main characters so you have to show-
A large black SUV rolls up.
Then Bucky steps out.
Everyone screams. He looks stunning in his all black suit, with his scruffy beard and chestnut locks. Instead of making his way down the red carpet, he stays in place waiting for someone to join him.
Confused murmurs start among the screaming.
And then.
He holds his hand out to help you out.
And everyone goes absolutely wild as you step out, seeing your very round baby bump and that ring on your finger. He makes a show of kissing you deeply before walking you down and of course the cast showers you in love and hugs as if you're all in your own little bubble.
They already knew all long. The secret, low key relationship with you and Bucky. You didn't want people to know because it would bring on so much speculation and scrutiny. When everyone bombards you both with what's going on, Bucky only answers one reporters question with a simple "I'm here with my wife"
Seriously, people can't handle it.
A few days after the reveal, Bucky, you and the rest of the cast including Sam, Steve, Nat and so many others post all the outings they had where you were actually present. The "thanks giving dinner" was actually your baby shower. So many pictures where they're holding your bump with "aunt" and "uncle" sashes tied around them. Pictures from the secret wedding. The honeymoon. The cutest pictures of Bucky cuddled up with you; wholesome intimate moments with you and him. Moments with getting mani pedis with Nat and Wanda.
No on can understand how this was all hidden so well. No one would have guessed.
Weeks later you have your babies and this time everyone posts pictures, all of them surrounding you in the hospital.
Seriously, this reveal breaks the internet in a way you'd never imagine.
I was thinking about Bucky. A beefy Bucky. A beefy mob Bucky. Who is such a simp. I think now is the perfect time to talk about it cause I need some fluff and look at that, it's also my favorite @wifeofbarnes birthday!
Happy birthday sweet angel, I hope you have one filled with so much love ❤️️❤️️
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Imagine a brooding beefy mob Bucky pining after his rivals sweet, shy daughter. He has no business liking her, her father was always teetering on the edge of putting a bullet between Bucky's eyebrows but Bucky couldn't help it. She's too cute. Too sweet. Everyone knows there's something between you both between the fleeting glances and the number of times Bucky's left with a blush on his cheeks whenever your around.
For someone who hates meetings, he's more than fond of going to your estate to talk over business with a man he hates so much. He's going to go to every single one of those meeting if it means he gets to see you. He never gets more than a few moments, no more than a few words before he's dragged away by Steve who isn't trying to get stabbed by one of your bodyguards.
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Bucky swirls his crystal glass, the ice in clinking against each other as he takes a sip of amber liquid, seated at a private booth at the back of the club. The alcohol that's already warming his body heats him up even more when he sees you laughing and giggling with your friends, a cute little birthday girl tiara on top of your head.
Fuck, you were so perfect.
"You're staring again, you creep" Steve snorts but Bucky pays him no mind. He's too busy looking at you in your pretty dress, your hips swaying to the music. Tipsy, maybe even a little drunk, love sick Bucky wants nothing more than to get a moment alone with you but he's smart enough to wait.
Well, sort of.
"Go distract her bodyguards"
"You're going to get us killed"
"Then you'll die knowing it was for a good cause"
Sam and Steve shake their head as they wander off to find your security team, quietly instigating a small scuffle to keep them occupied. You step outside waiting for your car to pull up, frowning when a large black truck stops in front of you instead. The door opens and-
"Bucky, what are you doing!" you squeak as he pulls you into the back of his SUV, setting you on his lap before telling his driver to park in a secluded area and to leave for a "smoke break".
"I wanted to say hi" Bucky shrugs innocently as if its the most obvious thing in the world.
"And this is how you decided to say hi?" You giggle, feeling butterflies bustle around your tummy being so close to him. You could smell his cologne and the warm scent of whiskey clinging onto his lips; you wanted nothing more than to bury yourself into him. The pink on his cheeks deepened at you caught him in his little act, pretending he wasn't admiring you from afar the whole time.
"I didn't know it was your birthday" He shrugs again while you try to wiggle off his lap, worried someone might see you but he huffs and holds you tighter. "The windows are tinted" he reads your mind without you saying anything, feeling your body relax slightly.
"Wish you'd said hi to me earlier" You say with a sigh and Bucky doesn't like the way you look sad now. You would've loved to spend more time with him instead of hiding away like this.
"I can drop you home" He offers with a boyish smile and you shake your head because it's far too risky and there's no way you'd be able to get away with it and sneak it past your father.
"Not unless you plan on posing as the cleaning lady-
"I can do that"
"Bucky-
"I can pull off a maids dress"
"James"
"Then how about a birthday kiss" He cocked his head to the side playfully and you swear your cheeks couldn't get any hotter.
"Bucky-
"Just one birthday kiss?" He pouts and you can't believe this mass of tattoos and muscle is giving you puppy eyes with his pink bottom lip jutting out.
"I-
"Please, sugar?" He whispers, his fingers tracing nimble little shapes on your hips while you chew your lip nervously, giving him a nod because you can no longer formulate words. He leans down to press his lips softly against yours and you sigh at the little whimper he lets out, his hands pawing at you to hold you closer. He feels all warm and fuzzy on the inside, letting his arms hug your body extra tight.
"Another?" He whispers, lips brushing against yours with a plea in his voice and you giggle, kissing him again.
"One more?"
"Bucky"
"Please?" He smiles when you kiss him until you're both breathless, only pulling away when you need air.
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Imagine how cute he'd be trying to spend more time with you as discreetly as possible. You're usually at home so that's his best bet so he'll work with what he can.
"Why is this large fuck around my house so often" Your father rubbed his temples seeing another message for a meeting to go over shipments and territories. "Seriously, he's here almost every week"
Bucky is able to pull it off for a bit but honestly not for long. He's sitting across your father and it's gotten to the point his guards don't bother waiting by the door because Bucky isn't even a threat. He always comes and goes like it's his own house and they're not blind, silently betting over if this will end in a war or wedding.
"For fucks sake are you here to see me or my daughter" your father finally huffs, no longer able to take Bucky's blushing and shifting after you left his office to give him a coffee. "You're here to see her, aren't you"
Bucky nods like a school child who got caught cause knows he hasn't been discreet with his crush. Your father contemplates tossing Bucky into the lake with rocks tied to his ankles but he's also seen the way you look at him and there's no doubt the feelings are mutual.
"God damnit"
Imagine wedding and 2 babies later, Bucky is still just as in love with you. The cutest part is he's still trying to be sneaky.
"You're married now, why the hell are you still trying to hide" Your father berates the mob boss while bouncing his grandson in his lap seeing Bucky tug you into the kitchen so he could kiss you. "You're 6 feet tall and built like a line backer, you can't exactly hide, son"
Bucky pouts at you while you giggle hearing your father snort from the living room.
"He's right, y'know" you nuzzle into your husband while he engulphs you in his arms. You squeal when he hoists you up instead and makes a beeline towards the bedroom. You still stir something in him to this day and since your dad was there to babysit anyway...
"Bucky, where are we going"
"To go make baby #3"
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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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.”
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Chicken nuggies.
Crack thought with all the fluff. ALL the fluff. Maybe a tiny dash of angst at the start but it's to set the plot.
Everything that could have possibly gone wrong went sideways as soon as the mission started. The team was ambushed. Bucky was separated from everyone else. His trigger words blared through the speakers and there was nothing anyone could do to stop the soldier from awakening.
Worst of all, you were badly injured. Steve groaned in pain, struggling to pull himself up when he saw the solider lock his eyes on your limp form, taking long strides towards you with purpose.
That wasn't good.
"Tony-I-I need back up, y/n is-what the hell"
Steve blinked watching his friend pick you up with the utmost care, holding you securely in his arms. A hydra agent attempted to order him, only to be silenced with a knife thrown to the throat. The soldier made his way towards the exit with you along with a limping Steve trailing behind him.
"Buck-
"Быстрее" [move] he ordered, carrying you close to his chest and sitting in his designated on the spot on the jet. He didn't say a word as the others filed in, growling when Tony didn't start the engine up fast enough. No one dared look in your direction, not wanting to make the wrong move and happy that Bucky had busied himself with looking over your injuries, mumbling in Russian while letting his hand brush over your cheek.
As soon as the jet touched the ground, he was on his feet and carrying you over to the medbay, refusing to set you down until he saw a doctor ready to help. While it wasn't exactly protocol to have him in the operating room while the doctors worked, no one was interested in arguing back with him when he placed himself in a corner, watching intently. His blue eyes which were normally filled with warmth and softness were now stone cold, eyeing every single movement of what was being done to you, his gaze relaxing when the surgeon gave him a shaky thumbs up.
He sat by your side the entire time, gear still strapped to his body, watching the steady beep of your heart monitor while you slept, the rest of the team quietly waiting outside. Sam peered in, quickly retreating back when Bucky glowered at him, getting up and closing the door so you could rest. He and Steve continued to peep through the little glass window, immediately ducking when they could feel steel blue eyes watching him.
"Do we try and help or-
"I don't want to die yet, also based on what I'm seeing, y/n in the safest place she could be"
You sighed happily as you blinked awake, feeling hazy as if you were floating upon the softest of clouds. The room was bright and clean, you could have been in heaven for all you knew.
Or you were just high as a kite from all the pain killers.
Then you saw him beside you.
Such a gorgeous man.
Handsome.
One who gave you butterflies with shy smiles.
"Soldat" You giggled, reaching over to stroke his scruffy cheek, brushing your thumb over the scowl on his lips, "Hi" You admired his sharp jaw, idly tracing over his features while his mouth twitched into something of a smile, all his muscles finally relaxing seeing you awake.
You yawned, stretching yourself out like a kitten out before rolling over with a flop to face the very pretty man who was sitting at your bedside. Your admiration was cut short with the rumble of your tummy.
There was only one thing you wanted now.
"Soldat, I want chicken nuggies" You demanded, the growl of your stomach solidifying your request. He simply nodded, getting up and out of his seat, making his way over to the one place he knew you'd want your "nuggies" from.
"H-how may I h-help you" The Mc Donald's cashier stared at the numerous guns and knifes strapped to the infamous soldier, his metal arm pointing to a kids meal combo that came with a 6 piece nugget.
A little red box was placed in front of him at lightening speed but that wasn't good enough. He peered into the bag, frowning when he saw a toy that you already had. He grabbed it and placed it back onto the counter, staring at the trembling employee while they rummaged to find a new one, grabbing fistfuls and stuffing into the bag instead. The soldier nodded when he was given one you didn't have before, making his way back to ensure you were fed.
It didn't take long for the news outlets to catch on that the Winter Soldier was out buying Happy Meals.
*Tony's suit, Thors hammer, Steve's now broken shield and some gentle deprogramming later*
"Still want more nuggies" You murmured against Bucky's chest, still a little hazy while he chuckled, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.
"I'll always get you chicken nuggies, doll"
I had an idea !!!!! Bucky and best friend reader making out . Not just once . Constantly. When they’re drunk at a party , they find a corner and start making out . When they’re sober and watching a movie , they make out cause the moxie was boring . And if anyone asks ? No they’re not dating . They’re just friends that like to kiss . And not just simple kisses . Sloppy full on make out session ! You can take this and do whatever you want with it
18+
We are talking sloppy sloppy. We are talking lips glossy, swollen and tender. Tongues laced with each other. Hands roaming wherever they want. Tangled in each others hair, up each others shirt, stroking thighs, stroking waists.
The drunk party set it off. Tequila for you and Asgardian mead for him, you'd both started off with giggling over nothing; neither of you can stop the way your eyes flick to each others lips.
"M'bored"
You huff and Bucky gets a bright idea, grabbing your waist and dragging you off to the quieter side of the room.
"Come here" He pulls you into his lap, cupping your cheek, lips brushing against his. You don’t hesitate, parting your lips, letting his tongue slip though, your hands grasping onto his shirt, wishing he could be even closer some how. He shifts so you can straddle him, his hands on your ass, while you run your fingers though his hair, soft moans and whimpers falling from both your lips.
“Isn’t this more fun” Bucky rasps, pulling away for air while you take in a breath, your forehead resting on his.
“Much better” You giggle, going in for his lips again, which he immediately reciprocates.
Most of the team see at some point but they shrug it off figuring you’ll both forget any of this happened by morning because everyone’s shit faced.
Except.
It’s movie night.
Everyone's sitting around the living room, snacks out, comfy blankets, and the movie is great. It's one of your favorites. But there's something else you'd rather do...
You're sitting beside Bucky in a large beanbag chair, glancing at him every so often, his lips are so much more interesting than anything happening in that movie. He catches you sneakily looking at him and it makes him smirk; he shifts so he can pull you a little closer to him.
"Buckyyy" You pout at him, hoping he can take the hint without you having to say anything. "M'bored"
He grins, tilting your chin up, pressing his lips softly against yours. It's dark enough that no one would really notice unless they looked directly at what you were both doing. You part your lips granting access for his tongue to tangle with yours, his hand moving to grasp the back of your neck. Your hands fist his shirt, tugging on his dog tags to keep him as close as possible, nipping his lip, making him groan. You could stay like this forever and be perfectly content.
Your both so lost in each other, you don't notice the lights turning on after the movie ends. OR screaming and howling coming from the team when they look down and see you sitting right in Bucky's lap, his hands carded through your hair, making out with you like its the one thing that's keeping him alive.
"HOLY SHIT"
"What the-
"WHEN DID THIS HAPPEN?!"
"Do neither of you need oxygen?!"
"Bad Bucky"
You and Bucky yelped, breaking apart, feeling water hitting your face while Tony sprayed you both once more for good measure.
"Bad Bucky. Bad. Down"
"You wanna tell us what that was" Sam wiggled his eye brows while Bucky groaned.
"We were bored" He shrugged, his cheeks skill flushed and lips still plump. You nodded in agreement, while the rest of the team stared at you both. They have so many questions but don't even know where to start so they call it for the night.
Imagine they come down for breakfast and they find you on the counter, your legs wrapped around his waist, both of your plates still left on the counter because you got...busy.... Steve attempts to cough to get you both to stop but Bucky's to distracted, one arm wrapped around your waist, the other tugging your pony tail from your morning run. They all stand and watch for a while, Tony occasionally checks the time, a little impressed with just how long either of you can go without having to break apart for air. Sam finally breaks the silence, mostly because he's hungry.
"Okay, fucks going on with you both"
"What do you mean" Bucky's voice is breathless, his chest heaving. Neither of you even bother to look over, eyes still locked with each other, still glancing at each others lips.
"I've watched porn with less raunchy kissing than this" Tony snorted, while you both kept gazing at each other, clearly itching to jump at each other at any moment.
"We're just friends" Bucky helped you off the counter, hoping to drag you somewhere else because he wasn't done kissing you.
"Friends that kiss" You added, pulling Bucky by his wrist to go and make out somewhere else.
"I'm putting you both in separate cages!"
A few years later
"We are in the house of God, don't you dare pull that shit up here"
"I have no idea what you're talking about" Bucky snorted while Tony shook his head, rolling his eyes. Bucky could feel his heart race, while Steve squeezed his shoulder reassuringly.
“I will pull out the spray bottle”
"You look gorgeous doll" Bucky whispered, holding your hands in his, itching to do the one thing he wanted to do so badly the moment he saw you that day, just a second longer...
"You may now kiss the bride"
His hands wrapped around your waist pulling you close, his lips smashing against yours. Your hands cupped his cheeks, moving your lips softly with his, the crowd erupting into cheers and happy tears while you both stayed lost in each other.
"I told you not to pull that shit up here!" Sam sniffled, grabbing a tissue from Steve, watching you both still softly kissing each other, unable to stop the little pecks and nips on each others lips. You finally broke apart, still giving each other heart eyes; no one else stole his breath away like you did.
"Friends that kiss, huh?"
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Fic idea - Bucky’s family & time travel
You know how I keep proposing ideas, then adding it to my wips and then I stare at it while it stares at me. Heres another. I'm so sorry. Swear this will end in fluff, you'll just suffer in between. So imagine the most angstiest angst where Bucky gets married and has a child with his sweetheart before he’s sent to war. He's loved her his whole life and now they have a little one together; nothing could be more perfect. He promises he'll be back safe and sound with a kiss to her forehead and plenty of kisses for his baby girl.
Until Hydra captures him and turns him into the Winter Soldier. His first mission is to eliminate any familial ties. He doesn't feel anything when he pulls the trigger. He's successful and carries out hundreds of others kills, each searing itself in some part of his brain but he's constantly wiped before he can piece anything together.
But then he's rescued and he has to pick up the broken fragments of his memories and its too much of a fog for him to understand. At the very least he has his best friend by his side again and he's slowly starting to remember.
His first question is about his sweet y/n and his little girl.
His happiness is short-lived when Steve doesn't say anything. Bucky doesn't understand why he avoids his gaze, why he suddenly looks so distraught. No amount of pleading or begging works, his best friend doesn't breathe a word, asking Bucky to please let things be.
To learn to live with the way things were.
He can't do that though. He needs answers. When the team is away on a mission, he find a way to get into his records that SHIELD kept on him, wondering if they ever had anything on file about his life before he was captured. Every single detail about who he was before the war to after is written with details and camera footage.
He doesn't move from where he's seated, a blank expression on his face while everyone returns. Steve approaches Bucky first, worried about why the soldier looked so pale as if he'd aged 10 years in the past 3 days.
"I killed them?" His broken whisper of a voice breaks Steve's heart when he sees the file Bucky was looking at, a picture of him, his little girl on his shoulders and wife all smiling at the camera. The sheet he's clutching onto has their names along with deceased written write across the sheet.
Bucky is inconsolable.
His dreams are no longer about others he has killed. He's flooded with memories of her; the soft ivory dress she wore on their wedding day, the baby pink lace she had on when he undressed her that same night, the scent of her perfume, the sound of her laugh, the kicks of their baby, the sound of her happy squeals when he blew raspberries onto her chubby cheeks.
Those happy memories are quickly replaced with her pleading for him to remember. To just remember at least once.
Jamie, it's me, please, m'your y/n, Bucky, don't-
D-daddy?
Baby, go to your room-Bucky no-
Mama!
Please, not Bella, James, you love her baby, you love us- please remember me-
I-I love you
The pain of Bucky's cries are too much for anyone to handle. They're a different type of sadness. So much so, even Tony's starting to worry when he doesn't see Bucky for days on end. He begs to be put back in cyro, to have his memories wiped, to have his brain fried, anything to forget. He doesn't care about the pain, he just wants it all to end.
Imagine theres a mission that involves time travel. Steve and Sam stand on the platform, ready to enter the portal, setting their timers for a specific date in the past. When Sam catches Steve adding another date without telling him, he quietly adds it on his suit as well, piecing what the Captain plans on doing.
The mission takes a little longer than anticipated. Steve is surprised when Sam is beside him when he travels back to the 40's, the both of them now with a new mission in mind, alternating the future be damned. If they had a chance to give Bucky the life he deserved again, they would do it. Bucky doesn't ask for much. In fact he never asked for anything. He deserved this.
Imagine the shock everyone gets when the portal opens up at the compound and there are now 4 people on the platform. Steve, Sam, a woman and a little girl no older than 2. She's dressed in a simple dotted dress, still wearing an apron around her waist while her baby stays clinging around her, tucking her face into her mommas neck.
Imagine the way Bucky would collapse with her when he sees his family again, crying endlessly being able to hold his wife and child, something he thought he'd lost forever. Everyone gives the little family some privacy while he hugs and kisses them, cuddling them to his chest, still right on the lab floor. Explanations for everything can wait, right now he can't believe he has his angels back.
Imagine the way they'd fall asleep that night, sleeping in bed for once, now that he's reunited with his y/n and his Bella.
imagine the endless love he'd make to her while Bella spends time with her God Fathers, aka all the Avenger men.
Imagine she's pregnant soon after and they can continue being a family in the present, doing all the things they always dreamed of.
Anyway, just a thought.
18+ Minors dni. I'm currently obsessed with the thought of Bucky making his pretty girl take it. I'm talking him keeping you caged under him with your legs wrapped around his waist while his arm are wrapped tightly around your body. This type of energy comes out when he's pissed. Stressed. Jealous. He's going to remind you exactly who you belong to and my favourite thing about this is imagine you didn't even know what happened. Maybe he overheard some agents talking about how irresistible you are. So cute and pretty and they'd give anything to-
Nope. The thought alone of anytone touching what's his has him storming off, hauling you over to mark you in the most primal way possible. Remind everyone who you belong to. He plucks you up from whatever you're doing and carries you over his shoulder like a beast; you're naked on his bed seconds later. He plows into you, hips slamming his cock into your very soaked cunt, unapologetically fucking you with the deepest moans. He sounds so feral. He is feral.
"Feels-so-good, such a good girl, letting me put my big dick in you"
Those grunts and groans he lets out show just how selfish he's being because he's focused on how fucking good you're making his dick feel. You're so soft but you make his cock so hard. You're such an angel for him, spreading your legs for him the second he set you down. He'd been torn between wanting to ravish you immediately or taking a second to throw his clothes off. He decides he needs you to fucking smell like him when this is all over, have every bit of his scent covering your skin. He wants to feel every bit of you all over him.
No one else would ever get to have you like this. Feel your naked breasts on their chest. Feel your soft tummy press against theirs. Feel the plushness of your thighs squeezing their waist. Feel your silky walls squeeze and milk their cocks till they're all soft and sensitive.
They'd hear you though.
They'd hear every moan and Bucky would make sure of that.
"Whose cock is making you scream baby, tell me" He growls, your combined arousal making a mess on the bed.
"Y-OURS-" You hiccup, choking back a sob as he snakes his had to wrap around your throat. Damn right. His fucking cock. His dick in your pussy. Not the stupid little boys who think they have a chance to even breathe the same air. His pretty, pink, fat fucking cock destroying you to his heart's content, stretching you open as much as he wants. "J-JAMES"
"That's right, say my name baby, say the name of your man who fucks you this good, let everyone hear" He's already turned off all the sound proofing and maybe he left his door a crack open. Maybe.
"Jaamesss" You sound so gone, cockdrunk over the way the spongy head of his dick kisses that sensitive spot that makes you squirt cream with each of his thrusts. "Don't st-stop, please-fuck-me-Jamie" Your voices slurs and turns into a whine as your eyes roll back. For such a sweet princess, you sound like an absolute slut when he's inside you and he wouldn't have it any other way.
"Mhphhm, sound so pretty, gonna make me blow, let me empty my balls in you" He starts to fuck you faster causing the headboard to shake, the whole bed creaking with his movements. "M'gonna cum angel-oh shittt-"
He nearly whimpers when he feels your doe eyes looking up at him with your ankles locked around his waist; he knows exactly what that means.
"You want it inside you huh, want my cum in you baby, s'that it?"
"Want-it-please, can't hold it" you cling onto him tighter and Bucky can't last any longer.
"Cum with me, together, c'mon angel, cum with me, yes, fuck yes, can feel you-fuck-" He begs, needing those little boys who spoke about you to hear exactly what they're missing out on, "OH GOD, FUCKKK" He doesn't hold back as he gives into his orgasm, your name dripping of his lips while you sob and squeal.
I want him to give you the softest aftercare. Tell you what a good girl you were for him. How much he loves and adores you, how special you are to him.
I want him to have the most smug expression on his face when he goes back down. He's such a little shit. He passes by a cackling Tony and a wheezing Sam. Not one agent dares look him in the eye. Steve may be blushing but he'll give credit where credit is due. His best friend sent a very clear message. Bucky is a possessive, loving, horny little shit and I need it.
Need it now.
I was thinking about Bucky. A beefy Bucky. A beefy mob Bucky. Who is such a simp. I think now is the perfect time to talk about it cause I need some fluff and look at that, it's also my favorite @wifeofbarnes birthday!
Happy birthday sweet angel, I hope you have one filled with so much love ❤️️❤️️
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Imagine a brooding beefy mob Bucky pining after his rivals sweet, shy daughter. He has no business liking her, her father was always teetering on the edge of putting a bullet between Bucky's eyebrows but Bucky couldn't help it. She's too cute. Too sweet. Everyone knows there's something between you both between the fleeting glances and the number of times Bucky's left with a blush on his cheeks whenever your around.
For someone who hates meetings, he's more than fond of going to your estate to talk over business with a man he hates so much. He's going to go to every single one of those meeting if it means he gets to see you. He never gets more than a few moments, no more than a few words before he's dragged away by Steve who isn't trying to get stabbed by one of your bodyguards.
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Bucky swirls his crystal glass, the ice in clinking against each other as he takes a sip of amber liquid, seated at a private booth at the back of the club. The alcohol that's already warming his body heats him up even more when he sees you laughing and giggling with your friends, a cute little birthday girl tiara on top of your head.
Fuck, you were so perfect.
"You're staring again, you creep" Steve snorts but Bucky pays him no mind. He's too busy looking at you in your pretty dress, your hips swaying to the music. Tipsy, maybe even a little drunk, love sick Bucky wants nothing more than to get a moment alone with you but he's smart enough to wait.
Well, sort of.
"Go distract her bodyguards"
"You're going to get us killed"
"Then you'll die knowing it was for a good cause"
Sam and Steve shake their head as they wander off to find your security team, quietly instigating a small scuffle to keep them occupied. You step outside waiting for your car to pull up, frowning when a large black truck stops in front of you instead. The door opens and-
"Bucky, what are you doing!" you squeak as he pulls you into the back of his SUV, setting you on his lap before telling his driver to park in a secluded area and to leave for a "smoke break".
"I wanted to say hi" Bucky shrugs innocently as if its the most obvious thing in the world.
"And this is how you decided to say hi?" You giggle, feeling butterflies bustle around your tummy being so close to him. You could smell his cologne and the warm scent of whiskey clinging onto his lips; you wanted nothing more than to bury yourself into him. The pink on his cheeks deepened at you caught him in his little act, pretending he wasn't admiring you from afar the whole time.
"I didn't know it was your birthday" He shrugs again while you try to wiggle off his lap, worried someone might see you but he huffs and holds you tighter. "The windows are tinted" he reads your mind without you saying anything, feeling your body relax slightly.
"Wish you'd said hi to me earlier" You say with a sigh and Bucky doesn't like the way you look sad now. You would've loved to spend more time with him instead of hiding away like this.
"I can drop you home" He offers with a boyish smile and you shake your head because it's far too risky and there's no way you'd be able to get away with it and sneak it past your father.
"Not unless you plan on posing as the cleaning lady-
"I can do that"
"Bucky-
"I can pull off a maids dress"
"James"
"Then how about a birthday kiss" He cocked his head to the side playfully and you swear your cheeks couldn't get any hotter.
"Bucky-
"Just one birthday kiss?" He pouts and you can't believe this mass of tattoos and muscle is giving you puppy eyes with his pink bottom lip jutting out.
"I-
"Please, sugar?" He whispers, his fingers tracing nimble little shapes on your hips while you chew your lip nervously, giving him a nod because you can no longer formulate words. He leans down to press his lips softly against yours and you sigh at the little whimper he lets out, his hands pawing at you to hold you closer. He feels all warm and fuzzy on the inside, letting his arms hug your body extra tight.
"Another?" He whispers, lips brushing against yours with a plea in his voice and you giggle, kissing him again.
"One more?"
"Bucky"
"Please?" He smiles when you kiss him until you're both breathless, only pulling away when you need air.
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Imagine how cute he'd be trying to spend more time with you as discreetly as possible. You're usually at home so that's his best bet so he'll work with what he can.
"Why is this large fuck around my house so often" Your father rubbed his temples seeing another message for a meeting to go over shipments and territories. "Seriously, he's here almost every week"
Bucky is able to pull it off for a bit but honestly not for long. He's sitting across your father and it's gotten to the point his guards don't bother waiting by the door because Bucky isn't even a threat. He always comes and goes like it's his own house and they're not blind, silently betting over if this will end in a war or wedding.
"For fucks sake are you here to see me or my daughter" your father finally huffs, no longer able to take Bucky's blushing and shifting after you left his office to give him a coffee. "You're here to see her, aren't you"
Bucky nods like a school child who got caught cause knows he hasn't been discreet with his crush. Your father contemplates tossing Bucky into the lake with rocks tied to his ankles but he's also seen the way you look at him and there's no doubt the feelings are mutual.
"God damnit"
Imagine wedding and 2 babies later, Bucky is still just as in love with you. The cutest part is he's still trying to be sneaky.
"You're married now, why the hell are you still trying to hide" Your father berates the mob boss while bouncing his grandson in his lap seeing Bucky tug you into the kitchen so he could kiss you. "You're 6 feet tall and built like a line backer, you can't exactly hide, son"
Bucky pouts at you while you giggle hearing your father snort from the living room.
"He's right, y'know" you nuzzle into your husband while he engulphs you in his arms. You squeal when he hoists you up instead and makes a beeline towards the bedroom. You still stir something in him to this day and since your dad was there to babysit anyway...
"Bucky, where are we going"
"To go make baby #3"
Bucky vs you vs bedsheet
Random fluffy thought. Bucky and his adorable smaller girlfriend. He loves the way he can swoop you off your feet and whisk you away anywhere. You come to him for everything. Opening jars. Prying open your nail polish. Moving heavy things around. He loves how easy it is for him to toss you over his shoulder, manhandling you like a doll.
He’s so handsome and strong and there’s nothing more he loves than being able to use his strength to love you.
Except when it’s bedtime.
Suddenly his little bunny has the strength of 100 men. He feels a shiver and realizes you’ve stolen the blanket and cocooned yourself into a burrito of warmth while he shivers in his boxers. The first time he tugged the blanket, he blinked at the fact that it didn’t just slip from under you. He had to use strength to pry it from your hands and it still didn’t budge.
You let out a disgruntled whine when he tugs again, burrowing yourself further, your eyebrows knitted together into a cute frown.
But this is anything but cute.
Bucky doesn’t know if he should laugh or cry, trying a different approach, trying to find the corner of the blanket so he can at least cover some part of him.
He has no idea what absolute indestructible roll you’ve managed to tuck yourself into but he can’t for the life of him find a way to get the blanket back. Eventually he just lifts you up, untangling the sheets, shaking you out of them, much to your discontent.
“James” you whine, huffing, your eyes still closed as he plops you back down, covering you both up under the blanket.
“You stole the blanket” Bucky playfully pokes your side before pulling you to his chest, kissing the top of your head. “Blanket hog”
“You’re the super solider, why didn’t you just pull the blanket” you nudge him back, his cheeks heating up, still perplexed over how someone so small could hold so much strength when it came to bedsheets.
“Well?”
“….”
“Go to sleep, bunny”
Bucky’s Bimbo Babe
pairing: Rich!Bucky Barnes × Maid! Bimbo!Reader
summary: Bucky fucks his cockdrunk maid and makes her his forever, even planting a baby or two in the process, (Mean!Bucky) (Dom!Bucky (Requested by @arxyos )
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“Fuck doll, come up here and give your man a kiss, I know you want to” Bucky swooned looking at his cockdrunk maid on her knees for him, her cheeks puffed out, full of his milky cum; that was all for her. Her uniform ripped down the middle, exposing her breasts and soft stomach, her swollen clit peeking out of its lips. Letting her cum covered tongue mingle with his.
It all started 2 hours ago when Y/n helped her boss into his house, his metallic arm swaying at his side until she mended him back to help. His cock already twitching seeing her in her uniform, a white shirt two sizes too tight and a skirt which was basically a belt, I mean the man had to have eye candy somewhere; where better than his own home, and a woman that has to tend to his every need.
“S-Sir your uh- your thingy is all stiff again? Would you like me to massage it again?” She said pouting at the mere idea of him being in pain again, the last time his parts had gone all stiff, he had asked her (well more told her) to watch porn in front of him so he could get off to seeing her Pussy leak all over his bedsheets. “Would you do that for me doll? You’re so pretty and nice” He cooed running his thumb over her cheek as he watched her lift up her skirt politely, getting onto both knees in front of him.
“Wait two seconds” He groaned leaning forward and ripping her uniform straight down the middle, I guess one of the perks of having a metallic arm. His grin widening at the sight of her tits, nipples hardened and the soft skin of her stomach on his display, fuck just the thought of how soft she was and how good she smelled got him even harder.
“Okay go on pretty” He sighed feeling her hands slowly fist his cock, her cheek nuzzling against the side of it, letting his pre-cum lather all over her cheeks; wanting nothing more than to be covered in all the milk he had to offer. “You like feeling my cock on your face?” Bucky couldn’t help but stifle a laugh at the frown on her face, his babydoll was never a fan of such vulgar language, preferring to keep things “classy”
“It feels nice n’ warm” Within seconds her lips started sucking onto his bulbous reddened tip, before she opened her mouth with her tongue out, giggling happily as Bucky leant forward and let his spit dribble into her waiting mouth; words of praises leaving his mouth watching her swallow gratefully. Reattaching herself to his cock, she let Bucky’s hands caress the back of her head, his fingers rifling through her hair as he continued to spit praises and mocking insults at her. Occasionally spitting onto her face and smearing it because she was his “dirty girl” and thats “how he liked it”
Y/n hummed at the salty taste of her master, her tongue lapping over his hole before circling his head, her hands stroking whatever bit of his length she couldn’t fit into her mouth; her lips peppering kisses all over it cutely just to tease. “Can feel it twitching sir, you’re feeling better!” She smiled happily, sucking even harder this time, her spit and slobber covered face making her face shine in the soft warm glow of the salt lamp.
“Mhm you’re making me feel so much better sweetheart, fuck, your mouth is so warm and tight; bet your pussy feels even better huh doll?” Y/n didn’t even have enough time to reply before her mouth was stuffed to the brim with all of his milky goodness, some even threatening to spill out, her eyes tearing up as she started to swallow it bit by bit; as Bucky leant forward, beginning to clean up her face by licking it madly before he said.
“Fuck doll, come up here and give your man a kiss, I know you want to” Bucky swooned looking at his cockdrunk maid on her knees for him, her cheeks puffed out, full of his milky cum; that was all for her. Her uniform ripped down the middle, exposing her breasts and soft stomach, her swollen clit peeking out of its lips. Letting her cum covered tongue mingle with his.
Her mouth pursed onto his and he tasted himself on her tongue, when finally Y/n took his tongue between her lips and began sucking it as if it was his cock, both their spit landing on each other’s chins as Bucky let his sweet doll take control for once. Her naked pussy lips giving his cock a warm snug hug as she humped on him desperately, her bare tits pressed tight against his chest as she whined and whimpered for more.
“Spit in my mouth baby, just like I did you” He groaned opening his mouth as she shyly leant over and let her tongue dribble into his mouth before he then sucked her tongue in turn, “I think she wants some of my milk too huh? She’s so pretty n’ puffy for me doll”
“Please oh God yes” Y/n breathed out setting herself onto her knees, as Bucky felt his cock enter her hot wet hole, bottoming out inside of her as his heavy balls slapped her pussy with each gentle thrust. The curls nestled at the base of his cock roughly scratching her clit, making her jolt at each sensation. “I’ve got you doll, i’ll take care of you, my sweet girl, would do anythin’ for me wouldn’t you” He cooed smoothing her hair back as she whimpered and bounced herself up and down steadily, her hands palmed onto his chest as he begged for him to kiss her. “Please I need t-to kiss- woah- kiss you while I-I”
“While you what baby?”
“While I fucking cum damn it!” She squealed once his cock hit that one spot inside of her, his fingers reaching behind her to rub at her puckered backdoor, feeling it wink each time her pussy clenched around his length. He’d ruined her purity and ruined her well, that’s what she was made for, him. His cum painted her walls white, just the sheer amount of cum had caused her stomach to feel full, with it already dripping out of her warm honey centre.
Her body rocked back and forth rapidly, riding out her high as Bucky finally gave in and plastered his lips onto hers, pulling away to let the saliva connecting their lips fall onto her full tits. Both of his hands massaging and pushing them together, letting him lick up her cleavage and into her waiting mouth, her tongue outstretched with her eyes practically rolling around her head.
A creamy mix of their juices at the base of his cock where her pussy was still engulfing his length, her walls milking him for all his worth.
“T-too sensitive” She whined as his vibranium thumb started toying and pulling at her rubbed raw clit, her hands clawing at his pecs, her lips drooling onto his shoulder as her mouth gaped open at the amazing burning sensation of overstimulation.
“I know you can give me one more petal, just one more and we can go to bed” Bucky whispered kissing just below her ear, taking in the perfume she was wearing, his other hand rubbing up and down her back soothingly. “Y-your bed? Together?”
“Yes together, and you’re never leaving it, not with the condition you’ll be in” He chuckled watching her mouth form an ‘O’ as he rubbed soft but deep circles onto her swollen nub, his other hand caressing her stomach already imagining her swollen, for him.
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PSA: This is my first Bucky fic. EVER. So I hope you guys enjoy it and hopefully i’ll write more for him! Another instalment of the bimbo universe i’ve now created😭
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I was thinking about Bucky. A beefy Bucky. A beefy mob Bucky. Who is such a simp. I think now is the perfect time to talk about it cause I need some fluff and look at that, it's also my favorite @wifeofbarnes birthday!
Happy birthday sweet angel, I hope you have one filled with so much love ❤️️❤️️
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Imagine a brooding beefy mob Bucky pining after his rivals sweet, shy daughter. He has no business liking her, her father was always teetering on the edge of putting a bullet between Bucky's eyebrows but Bucky couldn't help it. She's too cute. Too sweet. Everyone knows there's something between you both between the fleeting glances and the number of times Bucky's left with a blush on his cheeks whenever your around.
For someone who hates meetings, he's more than fond of going to your estate to talk over business with a man he hates so much. He's going to go to every single one of those meeting if it means he gets to see you. He never gets more than a few moments, no more than a few words before he's dragged away by Steve who isn't trying to get stabbed by one of your bodyguards.
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Bucky swirls his crystal glass, the ice in clinking against each other as he takes a sip of amber liquid, seated at a private booth at the back of the club. The alcohol that's already warming his body heats him up even more when he sees you laughing and giggling with your friends, a cute little birthday girl tiara on top of your head.
Fuck, you were so perfect.
"You're staring again, you creep" Steve snorts but Bucky pays him no mind. He's too busy looking at you in your pretty dress, your hips swaying to the music. Tipsy, maybe even a little drunk, love sick Bucky wants nothing more than to get a moment alone with you but he's smart enough to wait.
Well, sort of.
"Go distract her bodyguards"
"You're going to get us killed"
"Then you'll die knowing it was for a good cause"
Sam and Steve shake their head as they wander off to find your security team, quietly instigating a small scuffle to keep them occupied. You step outside waiting for your car to pull up, frowning when a large black truck stops in front of you instead. The door opens and-
"Bucky, what are you doing!" you squeak as he pulls you into the back of his SUV, setting you on his lap before telling his driver to park in a secluded area and to leave for a "smoke break".
"I wanted to say hi" Bucky shrugs innocently as if its the most obvious thing in the world.
"And this is how you decided to say hi?" You giggle, feeling butterflies bustle around your tummy being so close to him. You could smell his cologne and the warm scent of whiskey clinging onto his lips; you wanted nothing more than to bury yourself into him. The pink on his cheeks deepened at you caught him in his little act, pretending he wasn't admiring you from afar the whole time.
"I didn't know it was your birthday" He shrugs again while you try to wiggle off his lap, worried someone might see you but he huffs and holds you tighter. "The windows are tinted" he reads your mind without you saying anything, feeling your body relax slightly.
"Wish you'd said hi to me earlier" You say with a sigh and Bucky doesn't like the way you look sad now. You would've loved to spend more time with him instead of hiding away like this.
"I can drop you home" He offers with a boyish smile and you shake your head because it's far too risky and there's no way you'd be able to get away with it and sneak it past your father.
"Not unless you plan on posing as the cleaning lady-
"I can do that"
"Bucky-
"I can pull off a maids dress"
"James"
"Then how about a birthday kiss" He cocked his head to the side playfully and you swear your cheeks couldn't get any hotter.
"Bucky-
"Just one birthday kiss?" He pouts and you can't believe this mass of tattoos and muscle is giving you puppy eyes with his pink bottom lip jutting out.
"I-
"Please, sugar?" He whispers, his fingers tracing nimble little shapes on your hips while you chew your lip nervously, giving him a nod because you can no longer formulate words. He leans down to press his lips softly against yours and you sigh at the little whimper he lets out, his hands pawing at you to hold you closer. He feels all warm and fuzzy on the inside, letting his arms hug your body extra tight.
"Another?" He whispers, lips brushing against yours with a plea in his voice and you giggle, kissing him again.
"One more?"
"Bucky"
"Please?" He smiles when you kiss him until you're both breathless, only pulling away when you need air.
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Imagine how cute he'd be trying to spend more time with you as discreetly as possible. You're usually at home so that's his best bet so he'll work with what he can.
"Why is this large fuck around my house so often" Your father rubbed his temples seeing another message for a meeting to go over shipments and territories. "Seriously, he's here almost every week"
Bucky is able to pull it off for a bit but honestly not for long. He's sitting across your father and it's gotten to the point his guards don't bother waiting by the door because Bucky isn't even a threat. He always comes and goes like it's his own house and they're not blind, silently betting over if this will end in a war or wedding.
"For fucks sake are you here to see me or my daughter" your father finally huffs, no longer able to take Bucky's blushing and shifting after you left his office to give him a coffee. "You're here to see her, aren't you"
Bucky nods like a school child who got caught cause knows he hasn't been discreet with his crush. Your father contemplates tossing Bucky into the lake with rocks tied to his ankles but he's also seen the way you look at him and there's no doubt the feelings are mutual.
"God damnit"
Imagine wedding and 2 babies later, Bucky is still just as in love with you. The cutest part is he's still trying to be sneaky.
"You're married now, why the hell are you still trying to hide" Your father berates the mob boss while bouncing his grandson in his lap seeing Bucky tug you into the kitchen so he could kiss you. "You're 6 feet tall and built like a line backer, you can't exactly hide, son"
Bucky pouts at you while you giggle hearing your father snort from the living room.
"He's right, y'know" you nuzzle into your husband while he engulphs you in his arms. You squeal when he hoists you up instead and makes a beeline towards the bedroom. You still stir something in him to this day and since your dad was there to babysit anyway...
"Bucky, where are we going"
"To go make baby #3"
Sunflowers baby pt.1
Paring:BuckyxBlack!Fem!reader
Warnings:Mild but suggestive language, some cursing here and there,Sexual thoughts??
Genre:Romance
P.s this is my first fanfiction and I know its kinds bad(really bad I would appreciate if you guys told me what you don't like) but bare with me here I've got 3 fanfics in the works right now I was just trying to get one out thanks
Summary:You're rhodes niece working as a nurse at the compound and Bucky has just come back from a mission
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"Come on get up buck" Steve says trying to pull a stubborn Bucky off the couch.
"You've gotta get those cuts cleaned" Bucky groans in response and sits up pulling Steve's arm off of him
"I'll go god just let me get five minutes"
"Bucky you said that twenty minutes ago get up" Steve says starting to get annoyed
"Fine,Shit" Bucky responds and gets up to head towards the infirmary
He's tired and it shows in his face the last mission was really hard and everybody was exhausted Bucky being the only one to not get checked by one of the nurses
When he gets to the room the in infirmary he sees that the sheets aren't white and the room isn't empty the seats are blue and a girl in headphones is restocking the band aids while humming
He can't see her face but stands there for a moment admiring her happiness
Admittedly its been a while since Bucky has went out to dance
Its actually been a couple months
Maybe he should try and go out
He refocused on what he was here for and walked up behind her to let her know he was here for the checkup
Y/n lost in her music turns around to throw the empty box of band aids out is startled as she walked into a wall of chest unsettling her she quickly takes her headphones off her head and looks at who she walked into
Bucky Barnes or James although he only allows Steve and Natasha to call his James
He's tall intimidating and.... Hot
She has to admit to maybe sometimes after seeing him getting a little turned on
Maybe sometimes she watched him read a book
Or do a mission report and get frustrated
Or workout
Or-
"Excuse me" Bucky says looking down at the girl confused
She was starting up at him with those eyes those dark brown eyes and it was making it hard for him to remember what he was here for
Now he knows who she is
Rhodes niece
She was introduced to everyone right after she graduated from college she was looking for a job and Tony was looking for a new nurse
She agreed to work for him Rhodes being happy she wouldn't have to worry about finding a job she'd been with them for six months
Bucky noticed how she watched him she never said anything but her body language while she did was saying everything he needed to know
"I'm so sorry I really shouldn't be wearing my headphones in here but it was so quiet and I was bored at waiting for the last person which is you.So if your ready could you please sit down" she hurriedly said
Bucky noticing how close they were quickly sat down on the bed in the room and waited
She put on a pair of gloves and turned back around
"So um any concerns anything that really hurts" she could tell that it was pretty much everything but silently waited for his answer
He took a breath, winced and then groaned out "I've got a pretty nasty gash on my side" and pulled one side of his shirt up
She came closer to him and gently touched it
He hissed at the contact and pulled away
The cuts was about thirteen inches long and but not deep maybe a layer of skin but it hasn't been cleaned a bit of dried blood starting to cover it
She turned around to grab what she needed she opened the alcohol pads and unraveled it trying to avoid Bucky's obvious stare
She leant over starting to wipe again at the cut cleansing it
The sent of the alcohol wipes was string but his natural scent was Intoxicating
She finishes quickly not wanting to get lost in your thoughts
Then turns back around and throw the wipe in the garbage moving to grab the Neosporin
But before she can fully lean down Bucky graves her arm
"Can I do it myself" he asks feeling confused she asks why
"It- I just would prefer to do it myself" he responds
She moves to hands him a pair of gloves he puts them on and starts applying the cream
She steps back and lets her eyes rake over his shoulder they look so strong
He could probably lift her up and hold her against the wall while he
"Um,Y/n I'm done"
She stands there for a few moments before asking
"Bucky,where did you get that bracelet?"
He looks down at it
That's the same question half the team asked him it's pink blue and black
Not the colors he would prefer but it was a beautifully made bracelet
He found it outside of his door a week ago
Just a little white box that he took into his room with him
He opened it and a little note fell out all it said was
The colors might not be the best but I really like you and think you deserve one I hope it can fit- Ti :Mr.Barnes From:sunflower :)
He put it on thinking that it was a joke from Peter
But when Peter insisted that he didn't give him the bracket he started becoming suspicious that's when he noticed y/n who always wore those damn sunflower hair clips in her hair just at the side tucked in her braids
"You really do represent a sunflower" he said
Cauaing y/n's eyes to go wide realizing he knew that she was the one who gave him the bracelet
He stood up took his gloves off and dropped them in the garbage but before he left the room he said
"Next time when your watching someone maybe try being a little more discreet"
Before y/n can open her mouth to respond he's out the door leaving her breathless and confused
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This is horrible just you know what don't even say anything
I have a crush on all 3 of them so I need you guys to make this decision for me😅 I want to create all of these options but I’ll do it in the order of what you guys want to see the most.
Go wild my lovelies🤭
Can I get you anything else?
Ceo!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader
Summary: Bucky and Steve try out a new Coffee Shop not knowing Bucky would find interest with one of the workers there.
Warnings: None(Not that I know of)
Word Count:1.7k
Part 1
‘’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’
Bucky’s Pov:
“Hey Buck, I'm gonna go down to that new coffee shop that opened like a month ago and get something, you want anything?” Steve asked, popping his head in the door.
“Uhh, sure. Get me a small black coffee with one sugar please. Thanks Steve.” I said, looking through some files of some interns who are looking for a job here.
He nods and leaves.
I sigh, leaning back against my chair and rub my hand over my beard.
I have been reading these files for hours and I'm exhausted. I need to take a break.
Pressing the button on my landline, I beep my secretary, “Rae, has Mr. Rogers left yet?” I ask.
“Not yet sir, shall I tell him to wait?” She asks, responding right away.
“Yes please.” I answered, standing up and buttoning my suit. I grabbed my phone and walked out of my office, shutting the door, nodding to Thor who stood outside of it as guard.
He nods back.
Walking towards the elevator, I press the up button, hearing the ding I walk in, clicking number 11 which will take me to the parking garage.
When the elevators open again, Steve is leaning against his car with his eyes closed.
“Hey.” I said, walking up to him.
He opens his eyes, raising an eyebrow. “What made you want to come?”He asks, opening his car door and getting in.
I shrug, “I needed a break and thought buying my own coffee would be a good 15 minute break.” I said buckling my seat belt and turning on the air conditioning. It is hot as hell in New York today.
He nods, “Yeah I get it. Trying to find a new trainee can be a lot of work. But I hear this coffee shop is cute and small, and gives a homely vibe. Thought i’d give it a try.” Steve said, pulling into a shopping center and parking in front of a coffee shop named ‘Banners Coffee’.
We both get out, walking in and seeing there's quite a line. Steve walks over to find a table while I wait in line, getting strange looks seeing as I’m the CEO of Shield Industry and I’m waiting in line in a small coffee shop.
A couple minutes later, I walk up, looking down at my phone. “Yeah, can I get a small black coffee with one sugar and a Caramel Frappuccino,” I say. Pressing send on my email.
“Okie dokie, can I get ya anything else?” The cashier said.
“Uh yeah actually can I-” I stop mid sentence, finally looking up to see a girl with Y/c/h and beautiful Y/c/e looking at me with a small smile on her face.
I didn’t realize I was staring until she waved her hand in my face, “Sir? Anything else?” She asks again.
I snapped out of it, “Oh uh yeah, sorry, can I also get a chocolate chip cookie and a maple bar donut?” I ask.
She smiles and nods, typing it into the register, “Alrighty, that will be 14.62$.” She said,
I handed her a 20$ bill, “Keep the change Doll.” I said, giving her a wink, brushing my hand against hers while grabbing the receipt, causing her to blush, looking down shyly.
“Oh uh, Thank you sir.” She said with a smile on her face.
“Oh please, Call me Bucky doll. I have a feeling you’ll be seeing more of me.” I said, smirking at her.
She nods, “Ok then, Bucky. Your order should be ready in a few minutes, you can just wait over there for it if you’d like.” She said, pointing across the bar where a little sign is hanging that says “Order Pickup Here”.
I nodded and thanked her again before finding Steve and sitting Down Next to him.
I take a minute to watch her before looking at Steve, only to find him already looking at me with a smirk.
“What was that?” He asks, crossing his arms and leaning back.
“What was what?” I ask, pretending not to know what I was talking about.
“You know what I mean, Buck. You totally just flirted with that girl.” Steve said.
“I did not, I just told her my order and she took it.” I shrugged.
He just shook his head and chuckled.
We sit in silence for a couple minutes until I hear my name called. I got up and grabbed our orders, walked back to the table and sat down.
Taking a sip of my coffee, I close my eyes, letting the warm liquid run down my throat, soothing me and calming me down from the stressful day I've had.
“Wow, this place is nice. We should come here more often, and it’s closer to us than the other one.” Steve said, eating the last of his Maple bar and Frappuccino.
I nod in agreement. “Yeah, we should start ordering from here now.” I said.
We both got up and threw our trash away. Walking towards the exit.
I look back one more time just in time for her to look up and smile.
Sending her a wave, she waves back and I leave.
Thinking of a way to see her more often without buying coffee.
I sit in Steve's car on the way back to the office thinking of what I could do that will help me with this. Looking out the window, I see a for sale sign and suddenly an Idea comes to mind.
“Steven Grant Rogers? Would it be crazy If I bought that coffee shop we were just at?” I ask.
“Would you be crazy-Buck! You can't be serious! But then again considering you said my full name, I think you are.” Steve said, shaking his head, pulling into the parking garage.
“I think it would be crazy, Buck. Why would you want to buy the coffee shop in the first place?” He asks.
I shrug for what feels like the hundredth time today, “Well I think it would be way easier to expand it and maybe make some more money, Not that we don’t have enough but you know, the more the merrier.” I said as we both got out of the car.
Walking to the elevator I sighed, “Can you just look into it and let me know what you find out about it. I think the idea may be a bit crazy but I want to get to know her more Steve and you know I’m not very good with confrontation. This may be the only way I can get her.” I said as the elevator dinged.
He nodded, “Of course Buck. I’ll let you know what I find out.” He gave me a small smile and a pat on the back, walking down the hall to his office.
I take a minute before walking into mine, looking at the files I left from earlier. Sighing and Picking up the most recent one.
“Hmmm, Peter Parker, age 20, graduated from NYU with a Bachelor's Degree in Business.
Well he seems pretty good, I guess I'll give him a try.” I mumble to myself.
Pressing the button on my landline, “Rae, send up Mr. Parker please. I’d like to speak with him.” I said. Picking up the files except for his and putting them in a cabinet, locking it.
Sitting back down I hear a knock on my door. “Come in,” I said.
Peter opens the door, walking in with a nervous smile on my face.
“You wanted to see me sir?” He asks.
I nod, gesturing to one of the chairs in front of me.
He takes a seat.
“So Peter-”I start, leaning forward and folding my hands together. “How would you like to start getting paid? Starting tomorrow as my call boy?” I ask.
His eyes grow wide, as he nods his head really fast. “R-Really Mr. Barnes? You chose me?” He asks in excitement.
I nodded and gave him a stern but small, barely noticeable smile.
“Yes, as my call boy you will be doing errands for Mr. Rogers and I. He needs to give me something, you're my boy. You will get paid 300$ every two weeks. How does that sound?” I ask him.
He smiles even wider, “It sounds amazing sir. Thank you sir! I promise I won't let you down sir.” He said really fast, standing up and shaking my hand. I nodded and pointed towards the door.
“Good, now go to Mr. Rogers office and tell that you're my call boy, he will give you a work phone which we will both use in order to contact you. I hope you live up to my expectations. Have a good rest of your day Mr. Parker.” I said.
He nodded and thanked me again before leaving the room. Finally less stressed now that I figured that out, I start to get ready to leave when my phone rings.
Setting my briefcase on my desk, I answer it when I see Steve's name.
“Yeah, what's up man?” I ask.
“Yeah hey, so I found some stuff out in the coffee shop. Want me to send Peter over with the papers?” He asks.
I take a minute to think before sighing. “Yeah, send them over, I’m gonna take them home and look them over, I’m tired and can’t stand to spend another minute in my office.” I said.
“Alright Boss. I just sent Parker to your office, they should be there any minute. Don’t stress yourself out too much , ok?” He said
“Yeah ok, thanks Cap. I owe you one.” I said, picking up my briefcase and walking towards the door.
“It’s fine Buck, honestly, I mean It is my job.” He said.
I laugh and thank him again before hanging up.
Opening the door I see Peter with a yellow folder, I take it from him with a nod and walk towards the elevator. Heading home to rest and learn more about my new investment.
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Hey guys, this is my first Bucky Fic and I hope it’s good. I plan to make this a little series and this is part 1! Please let me know if it's good! Feedback is much appreciated. Thanks, Love!
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Mission at a sex club
Marvel-smash bingo: Sex Club
This is my first installment of @marvel-smash-bingo bingo card! go check them out!
Bucky x Fem!Reader
You are sent to a sex club on a mission and your partner? The one and only Bucky Barnes.. yup the very one who hates you, right? Then why is he so jealous when the target eyes you too much?
Warnings: Nothing explicitly described, just mentions of sex trafficking, sexual exploitation and non/dub con
I low key kinda don't love this, might rewrite it in the future... We will see
This is also my first time writing any sorta enemies to lovers, so sorry if its awkward at parts
“And you’ll be partnering with Barnes,” Steve said as he placed the mission folder down in front of you.
“What? Steve no! He hates me!” You whine, looking up at Steve as he sits beside you. Rolling his eyes “he doesn't hate you.”
Just then the very man walks in, his soft brown hair tucked back in a man bun, and he’s wearing that maroon henley that makes you practically drool over his muscles. He clears his throat and that’s when you realize you were staring.
Awkwardly smiling Steve stands to greet his lifelong friend “Hey punk! Here’s your next mission. You two will visit the new Naughty night downtown. As an undercover couple.”
Bucky practically glares at you and Steve when he hears the word ‘couple’ “Seriously? A couple's mission? You're kidding me, right? A sex club on top of that!” Muttering to himself he sits down and skims over the folder, giving you ample time to watch his sharp jaw clench and steel-blue eyes glare down. Even if this man hates your guts, you can’t deny he's hot.
“The team and I have decided you two need to get over this petty thing you have against each other” Steve looks between you and Bucky, rolling his eyes at your exasperated groan.
“Steve-“ “But Steve-!”
The captain cuts you both off “Enough! You two need to grow up and learn to get along. End of discussion! You go tomorrow night, figure out your plan” Steve puts his foot down, silencing both of you with his palpable disappointment. You hate disappointing Steve, he always has so much faith in everyone on the team.
“Okay, fine,” you say, looking over at Bucky just to see him glaring daggers at you. “Let’s discuss plans then I guess, and boundaries, since this is a sex club, and we may have to.. act accordingly”
“Yea. I won’t do anything you're uncomfortable with. I’m sure you're good at sitting down and looking pretty. If you could keep your mouth shut” the super soldier smirks at the look of anger on your face.
“I’m not just gonna sit and look pretty. I’ll be gathering intel, just. Like. You!” Huffing you look down at the images of the club “Let’s just go in, see what we find out. Easy”
“Easy? Doll this is an actual professional mission, I’ll tell you the plan tomorrow alright?” Barnes says, standing up to leave.
“No. That’s not how this works. We make the plan together, so sit your ass down James” you demand, tossing the folder back onto the table “or at the very least we write down what we are both comfortable with happening. Okay?”
“Fine, we need to get the target's attention. How do you suppose we do that, sweetheart? You wanna make a plan, go on” he huffs, sitting in his seat, expectantly staring at you with piercing eyes.
“Well, we are expected, aren’t we? On the list. So we find him, and I ‘accidentally’ bump into him. Men easily want to help the damsel in distress” You roll your eyes, fluttering them teasingly. “Like I said, easy”
“You can’t just walk up to him, he will likely be in the VIP section, if you wanna be the damsel, perhaps wear something skimpy, slutty? Show off that body and get his attention hmm?” He smirks at your visible anger. You won’t believe this man.
“What? Something ‘slutty’?” You glower at him, wanting to throw something at his pretty face “I’ll wear what I damn please James. How about I get his attention, pretty easy, and you can come join in afterwards?” Standing up you breeze past him, not wanting to hear his next remark.
Hearing the elevator ding, you turn to see Bucky is finally ready. He walks over with Steve, dressed fancy in a perfectly tailored suit. Anyone with eyes can see he looks great, you find your eyes trailing up and down to his thick thighs, to his broad shoulders- you shake your head to refocus, practically feeling Bucky's smirk as he looks you over. “Hmm look at ya Doll, you can dress up pretty”
“Shut up James” you deflected, hoping he doesn't see the blush on your cheeks.
“Ignore his teasing, you look great! Jaw-dropping” your best friend who did all your makeup and chose the dress says as she guides you towards the fancy car for you and Bucky. “Now behave you two, don’t get too drunk” she smirks, waving you both into the car.
Rolling your eyes as you sit in the car, taking a deep breath to control yourself you turn to Bucky. “Ready? You remember the code words and our names?” You huff, watching the way he cracks his neck and turns to look you in the eye.
“Yes, I do” He’s blunt and refuses to look at you. “Let’s get this mission over with”
You hum softly as he pulls out of the parking spot and off into the road. After minutes of silence and palpable tension, you decide to break it “So, you ready to kick some ass? I see you do own a suit” waiting to get a reaction out of him.
“Yeah. Steve let me borrow it. I hate suits, so let's make this a quick mission alright?” He snaps angrily as he pulls into the underground parking below the club. “Recite the codewords, can’t have you forgetting in there”
“Typical traffic lights, ‘green’ is good, ‘yellow’ slow down or unsure, and ‘red’ is full stop what's happening, plus it is ‘firefly’ for danger and ‘bingo’ for found the target” You roll your eyes at the stupid nicknames “let's go in sir”
You link arms with Bucky as you walk up to the bouncer “We are here to see Mr.Almano” Bucky says “It should be under Ramirez. Henry Ramirez”
The bouncer nods once and after peering at his list, he turns and opens the door to let you both in “Just make sure you get that one a collar before others wanna play” the burly man nods towards you.
You watch as Bucky’s jaw clenches and he curtly nods, his arm tightening around your waist before guiding you inside. He leans down to whisper in your ear “Colour?”
“Green, I'm alright with a collar” you whisper back, fluttering your eyelashes up at him to look natural as he guides you towards the receptionist.
“Hello, sir! Please sign in here” The receptionist wearing a skimpy dress - could you even call that a dress - nods towards a book “Would you two like a collar for your lady, with a wristband for yourself? Each colour means something different, Red for taken, don't touch or engage with sexual play, yellow for just observing, and green is open for all” She opens a case, lightly touching each collar as she explains.
Bucky reaches out to grab the thin red collar, looking towards you seemingly asking, you nod quickly. “I’ll take this one. Where is Almano?” Bucky reaches over to attach the thin collar around your neck making you shiver delightfully. You swallow down the whimper that tries to escape at the feeling of his hands and the soft fabric.
“He is waiting for you at the VIP section Mr.Ramirez” She quickly says, pointing towards a stage-like area. You take a second to analyze the room, watching many people scattered around on the couches, chairs, tables and other sex toys. You gasp quietly as you see mainly naked women pleasuring the men. Beautiful, and tearful women strapped to tables and tied in rope in the center of the room. Along one wall is a bar, shelves of expensive drinks behind it, and on the other side are shelves of sex toys, whips, chains, gags, and dildos line the wall like a looming threat over the subs who wander around the club, making sure the awaiting doms are taken care off. But in the very back you see the V.I.P. section, a large roped-off area, filled with more alcohol and sex toys, but one man catches your eye as he stares right at you and Bucky. It is the target, a sleazy, and powerful man who works with Hydra to traffic women, and weapons through this very club, his eyes on you make you feel dirty and gross, even from across the room.
Bucky shaking you gently, and guiding you forward makes you zone back in and remember the mission. “Come on Doll, He’s waiting”
As you both walk up to the V.I.P. area, the bouncer nods and opens the rope. Almano turns to you both waving a hand to guide you over. “Ramirez! Welcome, welcome! Come sit” he gestures to the velvet couch across from him “Care for a drink? Or right to business?”
Bucky sits down on the couch, guiding you to sit on his lap, he wraps his bulky arm around your waist “Sure, I'll have a glass of whiskey, but let’s get to business, I don’t waste my time with your small talk”
He accepts his drink without looking away from Almano, perfectly playing the part of a sleazy businessman, eager to sell his wares. Turning to look at Almano, you find him groping a young woman kneeling in front of him.
“Of course, understandable. I trust we can come to an easy understanding. A deal that helps us both” Almano says, his gaze roaming down your bare legs, and up your tight-fitted dress. “At a high price”
You feel Bucky’s grip tighten on your waist “I told you what I want, access to your ports for my merchandise” Taking a sip of his drink, he rubs his hand up and down your arm, you arent sure he’s aware of how soothing it is.
“That's a pretty big ask, Henry” Almano tsks standing up and rounding over to the couch Bucky is seated on. “I need a pretty big payment, and I know of just the thing”
Bucky glares up at him “Name your price, I don’t have all day” His hand tightens almost protectively on your waist.
“Give me her” Almano points at you “A couple weeks with her and you can have access to my ports” He grins creepily, stepping forward to brush a hand on your hair, making you tense up and curl your hands into fists wanting nothing else but to punch him.
Bucky guides you beside him, standing up to tower over Almano. His posture rigid and imposing. “No. She is mine. Touch her and I kill you” his hand inches toward his gun tucked away beneath his jacket “Pick something else, quickly”
Your eyes bounce between Bucky and Almano, trying to think quickly, aware of how outnumbered you both are. You slowly inch your hand into your small handbag, clicking the panic button twice for backup and standing up behind him, placing a hand on his back.
Almano chuckles, contrasting Bucky’s scary glare. “Ooo protective aren’t ya? Hmm, you sure you wanna pick a fight, surrounded by my men?”
You hear an agent count down in your earpiece, squeezing Bucky’s arm in warning. He ignores it and punches Almano square in the face pulling a gun and shooting his knee. “I’m certain I do”
All hell breaks loose as your fellow agents swarm the club, shooting and knocking out Almano’s men, and guiding the guests or “workers” away. You feel Bucky’s hand tug you down to cover. “Stay down” he peeks out shooting at the last couple of enemy agents. “y/n? You alright?”
“I’m fine… you shouldn’t have started that James..” you huff, standing up and straightening your dress and looking up at him “Why’d you let him get you so worked up?”
He huffs and turns to walk away “Drop. It” he snaps at you.
“No. James! Look at me!” you run in front of him, placing a hand on his chest “Answer my damn question! Now James”
He glares down at you, before sighing and looking around the room “Not here- back home. I’ll find you” He pushes past you and walks away, leaving you stunned and confused by his behaviour.
Just as you go to follow him, you are stopped by Natasha calling your name “We need you over here, more paperwork” She nods towards the exit, and guides you away from where Bucky is currently talking to Steve.
“You’re dismissed, good work tonight,” Tony says, standing up and walking out.
You quickly stand “Bucky, can we talk-“
He ignores you and walks right out of the room. You angrily follow him, shoving him as he stops in front of his door. ”what’s your issue, James?! Why are you ignoring me? You get your ego hurt cause I called backup?”
He glares at you “I had it handled. Now move so I can get into my room” he gruffly says, moving a step forward so you are chest to chest.
“No. You didn’t have it handled, you should have stayed seated, lied something! Not trying to fight the asshat” you scream at him, shoving a finger into his chest, demanding answers “Why were you so bothered by what he said! We would have dealt with it! Why did you go around claiming I’m ‘yours’”
He stays silent for a moment, staring at you intently before his eyes glance down at your lips “You really wanna know? I said you're mine because I want you to be. Okay? Happy?” He presses you further into the door, looming over you “Ever since I met you, you’ve been mine”
When you don’t respond, he shakes his head and hums softly stepping back “This is why I ignored you afterwards”
“You- wait- so you like me? me?” You look up at him with wide eyes, inching forward towards him.
“Yes- just forget it, I shouldn’t have said anything, I’ll go” he whispers, looking down almost ashamed.
“Don’t” you whisper, jumping forward to kiss him, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him forward, kissing him passionately.
He freezes for a moment, making you unsure if you pushed him too far before he wraps his arm around your waist and pins you to the door delightfully. “Tell me your serious, please” he practically whines into you as he pulls away from your mouth to leave kisses and nips on your neck.
“I’m serious Bucky, please” you whisper back, happy to be in his arms just as you have wanted for ages. You feel him smile into your neck, as he opens the door, smiling down at you as he slowly walks you backwards into his room.
Please enjoy! thank you for reading <3
Mission at a sex club
Marvel-smash bingo: Sex Club
This is my first installment of @marvel-smash-bingo bingo card! go check them out!
Bucky x Fem!Reader
You are sent to a sex club on a mission and your partner? The one and only Bucky Barnes.. yup the very one who hates you, right? Then why is he so jealous when the target eyes you too much?
Warnings: Nothing explicitly described, just mentions of sex trafficking, sexual exploitation and non/dub con
I low key kinda don't love this, might rewrite it in the future... We will see
This is also my first time writing any sorta enemies to lovers, so sorry if its awkward at parts
“And you’ll be partnering with Barnes,” Steve said as he placed the mission folder down in front of you.
“What? Steve no! He hates me!” You whine, looking up at Steve as he sits beside you. Rolling his eyes “he doesn't hate you.”
Just then the very man walks in, his soft brown hair tucked back in a man bun, and he’s wearing that maroon henley that makes you practically drool over his muscles. He clears his throat and that’s when you realize you were staring.
Awkwardly smiling Steve stands to greet his lifelong friend “Hey punk! Here’s your next mission. You two will visit the new Naughty night downtown. As an undercover couple.”
Bucky practically glares at you and Steve when he hears the word ‘couple’ “Seriously? A couple's mission? You're kidding me, right? A sex club on top of that!” Muttering to himself he sits down and skims over the folder, giving you ample time to watch his sharp jaw clench and steel-blue eyes glare down. Even if this man hates your guts, you can’t deny he's hot.
“The team and I have decided you two need to get over this petty thing you have against each other” Steve looks between you and Bucky, rolling his eyes at your exasperated groan.
“Steve-“ “But Steve-!”
The captain cuts you both off “Enough! You two need to grow up and learn to get along. End of discussion! You go tomorrow night, figure out your plan” Steve puts his foot down, silencing both of you with his palpable disappointment. You hate disappointing Steve, he always has so much faith in everyone on the team.
“Okay, fine,” you say, looking over at Bucky just to see him glaring daggers at you. “Let’s discuss plans then I guess, and boundaries, since this is a sex club, and we may have to.. act accordingly”
“Yea. I won’t do anything you're uncomfortable with. I’m sure you're good at sitting down and looking pretty. If you could keep your mouth shut” the super soldier smirks at the look of anger on your face.
“I’m not just gonna sit and look pretty. I’ll be gathering intel, just. Like. You!” Huffing you look down at the images of the club “Let’s just go in, see what we find out. Easy”
“Easy? Doll this is an actual professional mission, I’ll tell you the plan tomorrow alright?” Barnes says, standing up to leave.
“No. That’s not how this works. We make the plan together, so sit your ass down James” you demand, tossing the folder back onto the table “or at the very least we write down what we are both comfortable with happening. Okay?”
“Fine, we need to get the target's attention. How do you suppose we do that, sweetheart? You wanna make a plan, go on” he huffs, sitting in his seat, expectantly staring at you with piercing eyes.
“Well, we are expected, aren’t we? On the list. So we find him, and I ‘accidentally’ bump into him. Men easily want to help the damsel in distress” You roll your eyes, fluttering them teasingly. “Like I said, easy”
“You can’t just walk up to him, he will likely be in the VIP section, if you wanna be the damsel, perhaps wear something skimpy, slutty? Show off that body and get his attention hmm?” He smirks at your visible anger. You won’t believe this man.
“What? Something ‘slutty’?” You glower at him, wanting to throw something at his pretty face “I’ll wear what I damn please James. How about I get his attention, pretty easy, and you can come join in afterwards?” Standing up you breeze past him, not wanting to hear his next remark.
Hearing the elevator ding, you turn to see Bucky is finally ready. He walks over with Steve, dressed fancy in a perfectly tailored suit. Anyone with eyes can see he looks great, you find your eyes trailing up and down to his thick thighs, to his broad shoulders- you shake your head to refocus, practically feeling Bucky's smirk as he looks you over. “Hmm look at ya Doll, you can dress up pretty”
“Shut up James” you deflected, hoping he doesn't see the blush on your cheeks.
“Ignore his teasing, you look great! Jaw-dropping” your best friend who did all your makeup and chose the dress says as she guides you towards the fancy car for you and Bucky. “Now behave you two, don’t get too drunk” she smirks, waving you both into the car.
Rolling your eyes as you sit in the car, taking a deep breath to control yourself you turn to Bucky. “Ready? You remember the code words and our names?” You huff, watching the way he cracks his neck and turns to look you in the eye.
“Yes, I do” He’s blunt and refuses to look at you. “Let’s get this mission over with”
You hum softly as he pulls out of the parking spot and off into the road. After minutes of silence and palpable tension, you decide to break it “So, you ready to kick some ass? I see you do own a suit” waiting to get a reaction out of him.
“Yeah. Steve let me borrow it. I hate suits, so let's make this a quick mission alright?” He snaps angrily as he pulls into the underground parking below the club. “Recite the codewords, can’t have you forgetting in there”
“Typical traffic lights, ‘green’ is good, ‘yellow’ slow down or unsure, and ‘red’ is full stop what's happening, plus it is ‘firefly’ for danger and ‘bingo’ for found the target” You roll your eyes at the stupid nicknames “let's go in sir”
You link arms with Bucky as you walk up to the bouncer “We are here to see Mr.Almano” Bucky says “It should be under Ramirez. Henry Ramirez”
The bouncer nods once and after peering at his list, he turns and opens the door to let you both in “Just make sure you get that one a collar before others wanna play” the burly man nods towards you.
You watch as Bucky’s jaw clenches and he curtly nods, his arm tightening around your waist before guiding you inside. He leans down to whisper in your ear “Colour?”
“Green, I'm alright with a collar” you whisper back, fluttering your eyelashes up at him to look natural as he guides you towards the receptionist.
“Hello, sir! Please sign in here” The receptionist wearing a skimpy dress - could you even call that a dress - nods towards a book “Would you two like a collar for your lady, with a wristband for yourself? Each colour means something different, Red for taken, don't touch or engage with sexual play, yellow for just observing, and green is open for all” She opens a case, lightly touching each collar as she explains.
Bucky reaches out to grab the thin red collar, looking towards you seemingly asking, you nod quickly. “I’ll take this one. Where is Almano?” Bucky reaches over to attach the thin collar around your neck making you shiver delightfully. You swallow down the whimper that tries to escape at the feeling of his hands and the soft fabric.
“He is waiting for you at the VIP section Mr.Ramirez” She quickly says, pointing towards a stage-like area. You take a second to analyze the room, watching many people scattered around on the couches, chairs, tables and other sex toys. You gasp quietly as you see mainly naked women pleasuring the men. Beautiful, and tearful women strapped to tables and tied in rope in the center of the room. Along one wall is a bar, shelves of expensive drinks behind it, and on the other side are shelves of sex toys, whips, chains, gags, and dildos line the wall like a looming threat over the subs who wander around the club, making sure the awaiting doms are taken care off. But in the very back you see the V.I.P. section, a large roped-off area, filled with more alcohol and sex toys, but one man catches your eye as he stares right at you and Bucky. It is the target, a sleazy, and powerful man who works with Hydra to traffic women, and weapons through this very club, his eyes on you make you feel dirty and gross, even from across the room.
Bucky shaking you gently, and guiding you forward makes you zone back in and remember the mission. “Come on Doll, He’s waiting”
As you both walk up to the V.I.P. area, the bouncer nods and opens the rope. Almano turns to you both waving a hand to guide you over. “Ramirez! Welcome, welcome! Come sit” he gestures to the velvet couch across from him “Care for a drink? Or right to business?”
Bucky sits down on the couch, guiding you to sit on his lap, he wraps his bulky arm around your waist “Sure, I'll have a glass of whiskey, but let’s get to business, I don’t waste my time with your small talk”
He accepts his drink without looking away from Almano, perfectly playing the part of a sleazy businessman, eager to sell his wares. Turning to look at Almano, you find him groping a young woman kneeling in front of him.
“Of course, understandable. I trust we can come to an easy understanding. A deal that helps us both” Almano says, his gaze roaming down your bare legs, and up your tight-fitted dress. “At a high price”
You feel Bucky’s grip tighten on your waist “I told you what I want, access to your ports for my merchandise” Taking a sip of his drink, he rubs his hand up and down your arm, you arent sure he’s aware of how soothing it is.
“That's a pretty big ask, Henry” Almano tsks standing up and rounding over to the couch Bucky is seated on. “I need a pretty big payment, and I know of just the thing”
Bucky glares up at him “Name your price, I don’t have all day” His hand tightens almost protectively on your waist.
“Give me her” Almano points at you “A couple weeks with her and you can have access to my ports” He grins creepily, stepping forward to brush a hand on your hair, making you tense up and curl your hands into fists wanting nothing else but to punch him.
Bucky guides you beside him, standing up to tower over Almano. His posture rigid and imposing. “No. She is mine. Touch her and I kill you” his hand inches toward his gun tucked away beneath his jacket “Pick something else, quickly”
Your eyes bounce between Bucky and Almano, trying to think quickly, aware of how outnumbered you both are. You slowly inch your hand into your small handbag, clicking the panic button twice for backup and standing up behind him, placing a hand on his back.
Almano chuckles, contrasting Bucky’s scary glare. “Ooo protective aren’t ya? Hmm, you sure you wanna pick a fight, surrounded by my men?”
You hear an agent count down in your earpiece, squeezing Bucky’s arm in warning. He ignores it and punches Almano square in the face pulling a gun and shooting his knee. “I’m certain I do”
All hell breaks loose as your fellow agents swarm the club, shooting and knocking out Almano’s men, and guiding the guests or “workers” away. You feel Bucky’s hand tug you down to cover. “Stay down” he peeks out shooting at the last couple of enemy agents. “y/n? You alright?”
“I’m fine… you shouldn’t have started that James..” you huff, standing up and straightening your dress and looking up at him “Why’d you let him get you so worked up?”
He huffs and turns to walk away “Drop. It” he snaps at you.
“No. James! Look at me!” you run in front of him, placing a hand on his chest “Answer my damn question! Now James”
He glares down at you, before sighing and looking around the room “Not here- back home. I’ll find you” He pushes past you and walks away, leaving you stunned and confused by his behaviour.
Just as you go to follow him, you are stopped by Natasha calling your name “We need you over here, more paperwork” She nods towards the exit, and guides you away from where Bucky is currently talking to Steve.
“You’re dismissed, good work tonight,” Tony says, standing up and walking out.
You quickly stand “Bucky, can we talk-“
He ignores you and walks right out of the room. You angrily follow him, shoving him as he stops in front of his door. ”what’s your issue, James?! Why are you ignoring me? You get your ego hurt cause I called backup?”
He glares at you “I had it handled. Now move so I can get into my room” he gruffly says, moving a step forward so you are chest to chest.
“No. You didn’t have it handled, you should have stayed seated, lied something! Not trying to fight the asshat” you scream at him, shoving a finger into his chest, demanding answers “Why were you so bothered by what he said! We would have dealt with it! Why did you go around claiming I’m ‘yours’”
He stays silent for a moment, staring at you intently before his eyes glance down at your lips “You really wanna know? I said you're mine because I want you to be. Okay? Happy?” He presses you further into the door, looming over you “Ever since I met you, you’ve been mine”
When you don’t respond, he shakes his head and hums softly stepping back “This is why I ignored you afterwards”
“You- wait- so you like me? me?” You look up at him with wide eyes, inching forward towards him.
“Yes- just forget it, I shouldn’t have said anything, I’ll go” he whispers, looking down almost ashamed.
“Don’t” you whisper, jumping forward to kiss him, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him forward, kissing him passionately.
He freezes for a moment, making you unsure if you pushed him too far before he wraps his arm around your waist and pins you to the door delightfully. “Tell me your serious, please” he practically whines into you as he pulls away from your mouth to leave kisses and nips on your neck.
“I’m serious Bucky, please” you whisper back, happy to be in his arms just as you have wanted for ages. You feel him smile into your neck, as he opens the door, smiling down at you as he slowly walks you backwards into his room.
Please enjoy! thank you for reading <3
Unsteady (Brother!Bucky x Sister!Reader w/ Steve)
A/N: Hey guys, this is my first fanfic uhhhh ever.. Please be nice. This is super deep, but then it gets really fluffy and sweet. I’m sorry if the change between the two is super drastic. I’m learning. It’d mean a lot if I could get some constructive criticism in the comments or whatever. Thanks guys :)
!!!!!Trigger Warning!!!!! Mentions of self harm, contemplated suicide.
Summary: The reader is struggling with mental health, and her older brother reminds her that she doesn’t have to go through it alone and reminds her that he’ll always be there.
Word Count: 2,428
You were slipping. And you could tell. The tell tale signs came creeping back unexpectedly and hit you like a freight train. You either slept too much or too little, ate extreme amounts to drown out your pain or never ate because you were scared you’d gain weight, you hardly left your room, and rarely talked. You were almost too far gone. Everyone was concerned, but they had no clue what was happening. Especially your brother, Bucky. God, he just wanted to make sure you were okay. He just wanted his baby sister back.
You had finally decided to drag yourself out of bed, glancing over at the clock. It was 3:26 in the afternoon. You groaned as you got up, and slowly walked to your bathroom. Today was the day, you thought. You took a shower and felt that burning sensation on your hips and thighs you knew all too well. They weren’t fresh, but they were new enough that they still hurt. Everyone was slowly catching on. And that’s when you decided to stop. Grimacing, you lightly washed over them. You hopped out of the shower and almost tripped from fright as you heard a knock on the bathroom door.
“Y/N? Are you up?” You heard Steve say. Steve had always checked on you the most out of everyone, besides Bucky. You guys had shared a special bond since you were little. You always went to him with all of your problems.
You slipped on your clothes carefully, but not before carefully patting your cuts with peroxide and wrapping them up. “Yes Steve, I’m in the bathroom.” You walked out, dreading the interaction. Please go away, you thought. He was leaning against your door frame.
“You okay, kiddo?” No, you weren’t. But you didn’t have to deal with that much longer. You nodded and gave a clearly forced smile, but it was enough to convince him for the time being. “Well we had breakfast, but it’s a little late for that now. Come on down for lunch, it’s Tony’s turn to cook. You absolutely adored Tony’s cooking, but if you ate right now you’d throw up. You were gonna miss it.
“I’m not really hungry, I might just go walk.” Right. A walk.
“You at least have to come talk to everyone before you go, Y/N. I’d prefer you eat, but I can’t force you to.” You internally groaned, but obliged. That was a delay in your plan. Truth was, you really wanted to see everyone. Honestly, you did. You wanted to talk to everyone and laugh and have fun, but the depression had a harmful grip on you and you just couldn’t bring yourself to it. You wanted to tell everyone everything, to the cuts and your thoughts and feelings. But you were absolutely terrified that they’d find it immature and unreasonable, and just flat out stupid.
You and Steve walked down the long hallways and eventually into the living room. Everyone smiled when they saw you. This was the first time you had seen everyone in the same room for while.. Probably a few weeks. Maybe even months. Mostly everyone had been off on missions, taking turns staying home. It made you happy that you’d see all of them one last time.
You had almost forgotten that your brother had gotten home from a week long mission with Sam and Nat this morning. You had felt like an awful sister. Bucky got up and walked over to you, engulfing you in a hug and picking you up.
“Hey doll, how you been? Don’t tell me you forgot about me.” He asked with a wink, carefully placing you back down. Honestly, you had felt awful. Drained. Broken. Suicidal.
“I’m okay Buck, how was the mission-”
“It was the most epic one yet. So what happened was-..” Sam cut in, walking over to you guys. Sam started telling everyone in a very long detailed story how the mission went, probably lasting around an hour and a half. The story also consisted of Bucky and Nat explaining parts of the story how they actually went. You glanced down at your phone in the midst of the social chaos. 5:13. Enough time to slip out and be alone. I can finally go on my walk, you thought to yourself.
“I’m going on a walk guys.” You said, mainly aiming it at your brother. They all nodded, giving you the okay.
You went around giving good long hugs. One to Bruce. One to Nat. One to Tony. One to Clint. One to Wanda. One to Vision. One to Thor, you had always loved his hugs. One to Sam, with a squeeze. And then it came down to your boys. Bucky and Steve. Your worlds. You hugged them both, a good long squeeze. As you walked away, a tear slipped down your face. Here we go.
You had walked towards the bridge closest to the tower. You had forgotten in was winter with all the thoughts you had going through your head. You were freezing, and it was already dark. It wasn’t a very busy bridge, believe it or not, so you didn’t have to worry about anyone stopping you. You slowly climbed up and sat on the edge. Will it really be worth it? Is there anything after this? An afterlife? Is anyone going to look for me? I’ve been gone a while. You glanced down at your phone. 8:51. I don’t want to die. I don’t want to leave behind the people I love. Will they even care? Y/N, you know they’ll care. They’ll be devastated. But I just want the pain to stop. Please. How do I make it stop?
You started shaking, completely lost in your thoughts. You did the only thing you thought you could do. You took out your phone and dialed a number.
“Y/N?! Where the hell have you been? You’ve been gone almost 4 hours! I swear to God-”
“Bucky?” That’s all it took. Saying your brother’s name, the slightest voice crack. You broke down, letting out all your pent up emotions. “I’m a-a-at the b-b-bridge. H-help me. I-I-I can’t d-do this.” And with that, you heard the line drop. You sat down on the sidewalk on the bridge. You put your head in your hands and tried to calm yourself down. You rocked and rocked, trying to ground yourself from this attack. Minutes seemed like hours and you felt someone put their hand on your shoulder. You slowly looked up, “Bucky.” You stood up and embraced him, letting the tears stream down.
“I got you doll. I’m here.” He picked you up and carried you with ease back to the tower. He walked through the living room, gaining concerned looks. You hid your face in the crook of his neck from embarrassment as he brought you to your room, where Steve was already waiting. He sat you down on the bed, tears still flowing. You just couldn’t stop it. You felt like a coward.
“Tell us everything.” And that’s exactly what you did. From start to finish. You explained when it started, your daily thoughts, your plan for the bridge. You showed them the cuts and where you hid the blades. “Why didn’t you tell us?”
“I felt helpless. I felt immature and stupid. I was scared you guy would just brush it off or make jokes. Or tell me I was being unreasonable. I have no reason to be feeling this way. I know I don’t. And that’s what makes all of this so much worse. I have a near perfect life, with an actually perfect family. But these thoughts just consume me and I can’t stop it. It physically hurts. My chest, my stomach, my head. I feel weak.”
“Y/N, you are one of the strongest people I know. And that’s saying a lot considering who we live with.” Steve said with a half-hearted laugh, managing to get a pathetic chuckle out of you too. “We’re going to beat this, and you don’t have to go through it alone. You will have constant love and support through all of this.” You realized that Bucky hadn’t said anything this whole time, so you turned to look at him. He had a distant look in his eyes.
You turned around to look at Steve, only to find him looking at Bucky too. “Can we have a minute?”
“Of course.” And with that, he walked out. You and Bucky sat in silence for a few moments.
“Buck-”
“I should’ve known. I should've known that my baby sister wasn’t okay. That she was suicidal.” This was the first time you had seen him cry in years. It broke you inside. He wasn’t the type of person to cry unless he was absolutely devastated.
“Bucky, no one knew. It’s not your fault. Please don’t blame yourself.” You pulled yourself into his lap and he wrapped his arms around you, so tight that you felt like he was never going to let go. “This isn’t anyone’s fault, Buck. You know that, right?” He slowly turned his gaze towards you and nodded. He was rubbing your back, attempting to comfort you. But also comforting himself, thinking about how if you didn’t call him.. You might not be sitting right there in his arms. As he was rubbing your back, his hand grazed your side. You flinched with a giggle, and hid your face in his chest. That gave him an idea to cheer you (and himself) up. “Hey Y/N, do you remember how Steve and I cheered you up when you were little?”
The gears started turning in your head. Oh no. You tried to pull out of his lap, obviously not succeeding. He held you tighter against him, and began to spider his fingers up and down your sides. “Buhuhuhuck.” Your shirt began to ride up, and the cold sensation of his metal arm just made it that much worse.
“What’s wrong, Y/N?” You couldn’t stand to be teased, and boy did he know it. He flipped you over onto your bed and straddled your waist, pinning down your forearms with his knees. There was no chance you were getting away. “Now let’s find that smile of yours, shall we? It’s been so long.”
“Ihihihihi dohohon’t wannahaha smihihihile Bucky-YEEE! STAHAHAP!” His hands flew to your sides as you let out a loud squeal. While his torturing digits moved up and down your sides, you arched your back. He smiled as you squirmed around.
“But Y/N, I’m just getting started! I can’t quit now!” He slowly moved up your sides to your ribs. He got down super close to your abdomen, after pulling your shirt up. “Gasp! Y/N! I think you’re missing some ribs! I better count them to make sure. Alright one, two, three-Y/N!” You thrashed around under his touch, letting out hysterical laughter. “You made me lose count! Looks like I have to start over. One, two- Y/N!” You were blushing so hard, along with scrunching your nose. One of your signature looks while laughing was your nose scrunch, and everyone adored it. Bucky never managed to forget to tell you how cute it was every time he saw it.
“Awh, look at the baby. You’re adorable! I forgot how ticklish you were, maybe I should do it more often.” He cooed, making stupid faces one would make at an actual baby. He stuck his tongue out at you.
“Fuhuhuhuhuck ohohohohoff.” You attempted to sound intimidating, but you failed miserably.
“Watch your language! Just for that I’m gonna-” He left the sentence hanging as he dug straight into your armpits. He was not a light tickler, and both you and Steve knew it.
“BUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUCKYYYYYY! PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE!” You tried pulling your arms down, but to no avail as you were stuck under the super soldier’s knees. Your face was turning red, but Bucky had no clue what the word mercy meant.
“Wow! That was a plea if I ever heard one. Hold on Y/N, I’m almost done.” While keeping you pinned, he bent down and pulled your shirt up. You knew what he was about to do.
“Buck, no. No no no nohohoho.” Your laughter picked up as he got closer to your stomach. “Bucky please- ACK NOHOHOHOHOHOHOOO BUHUHUHUCKYY STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP! I CAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAN’T BREHEHEHEHEHEATHE!” Your laughter went silent. He blew a few raspberries and dug into your hips at the same time. Your laughter could be heard throughout the whole tower. He finally let you go and you curled up into a ball with residual giggles, only after you slid off your bed from how weak you were. He went to pick you up and put you on the bed, but you only flinched away from him.
“C’mon Y/N, I’m not gonna do it again.” You hesitated, but eventually let him pick you up and lay you on your bed. He covered you up with the blanket and leaned down to kiss your forehead. He sat beside your legs and stroked your hair lovingly, “We can talk about everything in the morning again. But for now I need you to rest, okay?” You nodded. He stood up and walked towards the door, turning your light off.
“Buck?” He turned around, the only light to be able to see you came from the hallway and shined delicately on your face. He hummed in response, “Can you sleep with me tonight?” He walked over to your bed, shutting the door behind him. He pulled the blanket up, got under the covers, and pulled you into his side. You cuddled into him without hesitation.
“Thank you. I needed that. I may not be completely fine right now, or even anytime soon. But I’m glad I have you. And everyone else here. To help me realize I’m not going through this alone. I love you.” He nodded and kissed your forehead again.
“I love you too.”
He needed it too. He needed to see you laugh. He needed to make sure his baby sister was okay, and for the time being you were. And he was going to make sure that you were going to be okay, because that was his job as your older brother. He was your protector, and your best friend, and he promised himself that nothing was ever going to hurt you again. Ever.
And if the rest of the Avengers walked in looking for you and Bucky, and were met with you and your brother sleeping peacefully, they wouldn’t say anything.. Because they all loved you just as much.
Can somebody tell me why I'm getting so many damn Bucky Barnes ffs on my feed.