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Hi! Can I request top sorcerer male reader x bottom bucky barnes ( falcon and the winter soldier )

On their way to get help bucky has an idea of who can help them so he takes sam and zemo to readers house. Reader is happy to see bucky after a long time but also annoyed that he never tried to keep contact. Bucky tells reader they need help and reader seems annoyed that he only came to see him when he need something. Reader agrees but also gives bucky shit for it and tells them they can stay the night since it's already dark. Giving each their own room, bucky knocks on reader's door to catch up with him they end up chatting for a while but thier old feelings for each other start showing and they end up having sex. Then they clean up and sleep together holding each other.

Can it have praising ( bucky deserves to be praised) some light spanking, reader using some spells on him like making buck's clothes slowly come off by themselves and reader cumming inside bucky

Thanks :) can I also be 🐉 anon?

“long time no see?” — bottom!bucky barnes x male!reader

content warning! sub!bucky barnes, dom!male!reader, mentions of past relationships, slight angst (?), exhibitionism (?), prep, use of condoms, the reader is taller than bucky (slight mention), praise, mentions of punishment, feelings, l-bombs.

not proofread!

to say you hadn’t seen bucky barnes in a while would be an understatement, so to see him standing on your doorstep with two other men you didn’t know came as quite a shock.

“i’m sorry for the unexpected pop up, but we need your help.” he says, looking at you in earnest. you nodded, stepping aside to allow the med into your home.

“this is sam wilson and baron zemo. we ran into a little trouble and need to lay low for a while,” he mutters, standing awkwardly with the other two men in your living room.

“the first time i’ve seen you in years and it’s because you need something.” you sigh, crossing your arms and chuckling dryly to yourself. “yeah, yeah, i have some spare rooms. stay for as long as you need.” you nod.

bucky thanks you, and you could feel some of the tension in the room dissipate at your answer. bucky allows his eyes to linger on you for longer than they should’ve, an unreadable expression on his face while you show sam and zemo to their rooms.

you catch bucky’s eyes, letting a lopsided smile grace your lips. “im surpised you allowed us to stay,” bucky speaks up, breaking eye contact. you scoff, silently leading bucky back to your own room. “why wouldn’t i?” you asked. “letting three strangers into my home at two in the morning? yeah, why wouldn’t i?” you mutter, sarcasm dripping from your words.

bucky closes the door behind the two of you and leans against it. “‘m not a stranger..” he denies, a wry smile on his face. “what would you call it then?” you asked rhetorically. “everything was going so well for us, and then you just disappeared without a trace for three years, bucky.” you tell him, leaning against your dresser with your arms crossed as you stared him down.

“im sorry, okay? we just- it was scary.” he says finally, after a beat of silence. “the way you made me feel in such a short amount of time. im not used to that. ‘m not trying to excuse it, but i left because i was scared.” bucky utters, voice firm.

“scared of what, bucky? you’ve been completely absent for the last three years because you’re scared?” you asked, raising your voice. “being in love with you!” bucky gets louder, swallowing dryly after his words. “being in love with you was scary. it still is. i thought i could come here and see you after all that time, but i can’t.” he begins, taking a few steps towards you.

“i can’t look at you and pretend that im not still in love with you.” he says, quietly this time, voice soft and full of emotion. you closed the distance between the both of you, leaving only inches between the both of you. “then don’t. don’t pretend.” you murmur, before closing the small gap between the both of you.

your lips connect with his, and he smiles against you kissing back while your hands find his waist to pull him flush against you. “fuck, i’ve missed you,” he whispers against your lips, letting his hands roam.

you take a few steps back, and never does bucky detach himself from you. he shuffles into your lap, the cool metal of his hand brushing against your jaw.

you tug at his clothing, “you’re wearing too much,” you grit, pushing the leather jacket from his shoulders and helping him discard his shirt. he helps you do the same, moaning softly into your mouth as you palm him through his jeans.

he grinds against your hand, making an effort to raise his hips to slide his pants down. “now you’re wearing too much…” he whispers, tugging at your own shirt. you smile against his lips, moving one of your hands to the soft sheets underneath you to change positions.

bucky was under you, your body draped over his while you pulled down your pants and tugged off your shirt. “wait— wait, bucky,” you pant, smiling at the red blush across his face. “how far you you want to take this?” you ask, and bucky groans, head falling against your pillows. “i haven’t been touched by you in three years and you’re asking me— come over here and find out…” he grins, pulling you towards him once more. your lips connect to his once more, grinning at the way he needily pushed his hips into yours

you blindly reach over to your bedside table, pulling open the drawer to stumble and grab the lube and a condom. you help him tug off his underwear and pop the cap on the lube and rub a generous amount over your fingers.

“gotta prep you, make sure you can still take me,” you mutter, locking eyes with his and smirking to yourself. “always were a cocky- mmh,” his remark is cut short with his own whine of desperation. your finger found his rim, pushing past the ring of muscle with a single digit.

his face flushes with an even brighter red as he melts into the pillows. you add another digit and begin to scissor your fingers. the way you’re slowly tugging at is cock in tune with the pumps of your fingers has him panting into the cool air.

soon enough — and with another added finger — you determined he was stretched enough. bucky watched with lidded eyes as you rolled a condom onto your length. wanting to make it as comfortable as possible for him, you drizzled a little more lube onto your hand and spread it along his rim.

“you still okay?” you asked, checking in to make sure he was still okay. “m/n, i love you and your thoughtfulness but i would really like you to fuck me,” you mumbled bluntly. “ever the bold one, hm?” you ask, lining up with his rim and slowly pushing in.

“fuck..” he breathes, closing his eyes as you fill him up with every inch. you’re buried in him to the hilt, head dropping to his shoulder to breathe heavily for a moment. he shifts to kiss your neck, grinding his hips into yours as a signal that you could move.

you pull out, almost completely, and push in again. you gain a pace, pushing needy little moans from bucky with every push of your hips. you prop yourself up with your hands, watching as his face twists in a state of arousal.

“you gonna let ‘em hear, bucky? let ‘em all hear how you’re still mine?” you tease, reaching down to jerk his cock once more. “yes— fuck, yes,” he gasps, back arching and his moans increasing when you angle your hips just right.

“m/n, pleasepleaseplease-,” he begs softly, whining when you slow the pace of your hips to an excruciating drag, making sure to press into his prostate just right.

“what do you want, buck? ya’ gotta tell me,” you tease, taking pride in the way bucky falls apart under you. “harder, please- fuck, anything, i need to cum,” he moans, and he sounds so beautifully broken that it makes the arousal brewing in your stomach nearly boil over.

you move faster, the dirty squelch of the lube making everything that much more filthy. bucky nearly squeals at the sudden change in pace, cock twitching beneath your fingers.

“i’m so in love with y-you, oh god, ‘m gonna cum…” he rambles, chest heaving with his heavy breathing. his cocky twitches again and within moments his cum paints your hand. he clenched around you and makes you moan out, cursing under your breath as you cum seconds after and fill up the condom.

you pull out, not missing the tired whine that falls from his lips. “wow,” he breathes, smiling dazedly. “yeah, wow,” you snort, tying the condom and tossing it in your trash can. “wanna shower now or in the morning?” you ask him. “in the morning, i don’t think i have the energy for much else,” he answers, shifting in your bed.

“im in love with you too, bucky,” you tell him after a while, feeling his heartbeat against your side as he drifts away. he smiles, the feeling tickling your chest.

< i am horrible at ending fics, im so sorry >

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cevansbrat0007 · 1 year

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His Savior

Summary: Do you have what it takes to save a wounded man's soul? Bucky Barnes sure seems to think so. And he doesn't much care if you're willing or not.

Warnings: Smut, DubCon, Cock Warming, Prisoner Reader, Kidnapping (referenced), Drugging (mentioned), Light Stockholm Syndrome, Manhandling, Cursing, Potential Future Stucky (if you squint), Minors DNI

A/N: This is a dark fic unrelated to anything I have previously written, so please heed the above warnings. Likes, comments, and reblogs are greatly appreciated. Let me know what you think.

You’d been sitting like this for the better part of an hour.

“Please, sir…” You sob as your hands grip the table in front of you. “Can-can I please move?”

Having only recently returned from a mission, he’d sought you out the moment he’d arrived back at the hidden compound. And now you were perched on his lap, while his thick, hard cock remained nestled deep inside you. Keeping him warm.

“No.” Bucky growls before slicing off another piece of apple. Using his knife, he holds it to your lips. You shiver at the gleam of the blade when it catches a hint of sunlight, sending memories flooding back.

Reminding you of a time when you used to be free.

“Not hungry, moya dorogoy?” My darling. Your captor purrs as he traces the seam of your lips with the chunk of fruit, even as you shake your head no. “You need to eat. You’ve lost weight since I’ve last seen you.” You can't help the way your pulse thrums whenever he speaks to you in Russian.

Knowing that it will make him happy, you reluctantly accept his offering. You take your time as you chew, keenly aware that your every move is being watched.

Studied.

Committed to memory.

You were slowly learning that this man possessed a number of dark and twisted fantasies. All of which seemed to revolve around you. Starting with the one that had initially led him to abduct you in the first place.

Your eyes flutter closed as you recall the first time you’d seen him. It was almost as if you’d been drawn in by the beautifully broken man. The pain in his battle-hardened eyes, the hurt…it had called to you the day he had walked into your shop.

You’d wanted to help him, fix him.

At the time he'd been quiet, only concerned with making his purchase and leaving. And then he’d returned days later to steal you away in the middle of the night. Simply plucked you from your bed without uttering a single word. And then you'd awoken from a drugged sleep in a bedroom that you did not recognize.

Of course you’d put up a fight at first, holding out hope that someone - anyone - would come for you.

But you’d been wrong.

After all, he was Bucky Barnes, the newly reformed Winter Soldier. He was one of the so-called good guys now. A force for peace, a soldier for justice. And Captain America’s right-hand man.

You should’ve known better.

You should’ve known it was over when Sam Wilson, the one they called Falcon, had come to see you one day. His handsome face had been a mask of sympathy as he stood in your doorway, holding the keys to your gilded cage.

He’d actually apologized for all of it. For everything. Including his role in helping cover up your captor’s tracks, along with virtually erasing your entire existence.

But no, Sam wouldn’t help you. He couldn’t.

Not after he’d seen for himself just how your very presence had calmed the wounded veteran that he now called a friend.

He’d made it clear that you were here to stay. For good.

And what’s worse? Steve Rogers, Captain America, the leader of the Avengers, had signed off on all of it. Together, the three of them had vowed to never speak of the incident again. You belonged to the Winter Soldier now, to use as he wished.

And he would never let you go.

“Where do you go?” Your keeper rasps as his soft, warm lips glide their way up the column of your throat. “Where do you go when you leave me?”

“Home.” You grit out, which earns you a dark chuckle. "I go home."

A whimper escapes you when he finally gives in and moves his hips just a fraction. Just enough to send sparks of pleasure shooting through you. Bucky smiles against your skin as he feels your walls contract around him. Your weeping pussy threatening to make an even bigger mess on his thickly muscled thighs.

And you hate yourself for it.

“Your place is here, with me.” Bucky thrusts again, enjoying the sound of your soft, sweet cries. He loves watching the way your traitorous body betrays you. He lives for how pliable and willing you become when he takes you into his arms night after night. “I’m your home now.”

A quiet groan rumbles past his throat as your greedy core milks him, seemingly of its own volition. “There we go, moya khoroshaya devochka. My good girl.”

You shouldn’t fucking want this.

You bite down hard on your lip, determined not to let him see you cry. But it’s all quickly becoming too much.

“You taste so good.” Bucky laps at a stray tear that makes its way down your cheek. “Your submission, your acceptance. You were meant for me.” He grunts as he slowly increases his pace. “You feel how your body welcomes mine?” His cool metal fingers dip between your soaked folds, reveling in your wetness.

“No!” You hiss as you go limp, your head falling back to rest itself on his powerful shoulder. “I don-don’t want this!”

“You’re lying.” He growls, his mouth hovering just above your ear. “Even now your body betrays you. Look.” Bucky holds up two glistening digits. “I said look!” He commands again, his tone sharp.

“Mmphm!” You whine as he thrusts them into your mouth, nearly choking you. Meanwhile, his hips continue to piston in and out of you with ever growing force. So much so that you’re now bouncing on his lap.

The intimate sounds of your flesh colliding create a beautifully vulgar melody, filling the empty hall.

“That’s right, milaya devushka. Sweet girl.” His sharp teeth nip at your jaw as he masterfully owns your body. “Take me. Use me.”

He was giving you permission. Permission to use him the way he so often used you. For pleasure. For warmth. For comfort.

“Ah, fuck!” You mewl around him as you finally allow your primal self to take control. Driven by an indescribable need, you begin to move with him, your hips bucking and writhing as you give him what he wants.

One day, you knew, he would succeed in taking everything from you. He’d already managed to strip you of your free will and self-respect. What more was left?

“Yes! That’s it.” Bucky rasps, his voice deep and rough as your greedy cunt continues to work him up and down. “Fucking perfect.” He finally removes his fingers from your mouth so that he can wrap his vibranium arm around your waist. He lifts you then so that he can bend you over the table. His pulsating cock momentarily slips from your heat, the brief loss of contact leaving you feeling cold and bereft.

You ached for him. And you positively despised yourself for it.

A high-pitched cry, yours, fills the air as he viciously shoves into you once more. “Oh, God! Bucky!” You rise on your toes as he bottoms out inside of you, his impressive member stretching your sensitive tissues as he finds a brutal, unrelenting rhythm. He was almost always like this when he fucked you. Claimed you.

You knew you would continue to feel him long after he was through.

Bucky lets out a roar as continues making use of your body, the heavy weight of his balls slapping against your poor, overworked pussy. His grip on your hips tightens, his fingers digging into your soft flesh, ensuring you would be left with bruises tomorrow.

His version of a brand.

Your desperate hands claw at the wood beneath you as the pleasure continues to build, the sheer power of it threatening to consume you. Because, although you were loath to admit it, you were beginning to crave his touch.

Deep down, there was a part of you that desired his dominion over you. You fought it, yes. And you would continue to fight. But one day soon, you knew. You just knew.

That this man, James “Bucky Barnes, would soon become the keeper of your very soul.

And there wasn’t a fucking thing you could do about it.

Sam watches his friend and teammate fuck you mercilessly from his place located just outside the door.

“This is wrong, Steve.” He whispers, unable to look away as Bucky tears at your blouse, exposing your breasts. “We should stop this, stop him.”

“You know it’s too late for that.” The other man replies, stroking a hand over his bearded jaw.

“It’s not.” The former military man growls back. “We can find another way to help him. We can -”

“We tried it your way, Sam. It didn’t work.” Steve responds, clapping his friend on the shoulder. “For whatever reason, she keeps him sane.”

“Steve.” He tries one more time, closing his eyes as the sound of your frenzied cries grow louder, echoing throughout the compound. “Please.”

“She stays. That’s an order, soldier.” He’d do anything for his best friend. Even if it meant damning his soul in the process.

Shaking his head, Steve turns on his booted heel and strides away. Only pausing to adjust his aching dick once he’s convinced he’s out of sight.

And maybe, just maybe, if you somehow managed to save Bucky…

Then perhaps you just might be his Savior too.

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yonduismarrypoppins · 9 months

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‘Mother May I Sleep With Danger, Please'.....

Summary: Bucky and the reader have gone undercover.

Photos aren't mine, credit to the og owners

Tiltle from ‘Mother May I Sleep With Danger?’ By Joy Crookes

Warnings: reader is black, reader is wearing a dress and has a back tattoo, she/her pronouns, Bucky drinks a glass of whiskey, the longest fic I've ever written, no y/n used, weird nicknames, google translate Russian, ending is abrupt bc I couldn't think of any ending that wasn't me stealing from someone else, speaking of which; inspired by @buckyalpine ‘s fic

A/N: thanks to @webinurcloset for proofreading

I DO NOT GIVE ANYONE PERMISSION TO REPOST OR TRANSLATE AND REPOST, THIS IS MY WRITING!

I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR YOUR MEDIA CONSUMPTION, THIS IS AN 18+ BLOG MAKING THIS 18+ CONTENT. MOVE ON MINOR.

You were the newest addition to the avengers, quiet, solemn but hardworking nonetheless. You had been living in the tower for a month now, not a soul but you had seen the inside of your apartments. Every dinner, meeting and mission you stayed silent save for the occasional ‘hello’ ‘thank you’ and ‘goodnight’. The other Avengers didn't make a big deal of it, knowing how anxiety can affect a person especially a newly appointed avenger.

You had not yet been approved for missions so you spent most of your time in your room, but the few times you were spotted around the tower or the compound you wore loose black sweats and a scarf around your hair. The only visible parts of you being your face and part of your neck, the parts of you they could see they appreciated. They weren't very concerned about the rest of your body, knowing most of them were covered in scars, some more inclined to hide them than others.

Everyone expected that to change, especially once you were approved for missions. The week had finally come. They were given the option to watch from the balcony as you were examined in the training gym. As Tony hadn't finished your ‘Hero Suit’ as he called it, you were given a SHIELD issue suit. Unsurprisingly it covered more of your body than your sweats did, with a high neck, gloves and a hood. Though your silhouette was certainly visible, Steve's blush made that clear. You had undeniable skill easily mastering each and every weapon handed to you, easily defeating over a dozen SHIELD agents.

You were called into a meeting shortly after your approval, along with Sam, Natasha and Bucky. You walked in to see the three spy’s spread about, sat around the long metal table. You were surprised at Steve's absence, deducing that this mission was to be more covert than usual. You were told by Maria Hill the nature of the mission, surveillance, which came as no surprise to you.

After a long silence caused by one of Sam's ‘jokes’, you wondered if you all would be sitting in a van together for hours. Maria quickly began to discuss the details of the mission. You and Bucky would be infiltrating a gala, set to happen the next day hosted by a man named Anatoli Volkov at his private residence in New Hampshire, one of his many properties.

He had been suspected of human trafficking and many other dirty dealings by the FBI for years, only falling under SHIELDS radar after one of the girls he had ‘allegedly’ kidnaped was found in a Hydra facility barely breathing 3 years later. She thankfully survived and was able to give some information on how she ended up there, including Volkov’s name.

Maria gave you the files on yours and Bucky's undercover identities; Ukraine and American born spies, respectively, over a dozen confirmed kills, married in 2015... You stopped for a moment, eyes reverting back to that last phrase, a couple, a married couple. Feeling Bucky's eyes on you, you kept your expression as neutral as possible before continuing to read on. After the briefing you briskly made your way to your room, grabbing a bottle of your favorite drink from your fridge.

You thanked whoever designed this building for allowing everyone to have their own apartments, two to a floor with the only exception being Wanda and Vision.

Their apartments have been merged so they now have the floor to themselves.

The moderately sized units were outfitted with a kitchen with a small dining table, a small living room along with a television, bathroom, small walk in closet and bedroom. As well as the F.R.I.D.A.Y. ai wired throughout the building.

You had put more time into decorating than you originally planned but overall, you made a home for yourself. You only had to leave when you ran out of food, for training or for laundry and other chores. After a few hours sitting in your bed, memorizing the blueprints for Volkov's house and every given detail of your new identity F.R.I.D.A.Y.’s startled you out of your focus, notifying you that someone was at your door.

You opened your door to Bucky holding a black garment bag and a medium sized shopping bag in his right hand with a large black box in his left.

“Hill wanted me to give you these” he handed you the two bags, “and Tony finished your suit”

You weren't necessarily surprised at his arrival, considering you two shared a floor it made sense for him to be the one to deliver the items to you.

You thanked him quietly, reaching out to grab the box. It was heavier than expected. You gave him a small smile before closing the door. The heat in your cheeks suddenly became quite noticeable. You hoped quietly that the melanin you were so grateful for covered any hypothetical redness.

As you passed the windows on the way to your bedroom you noticed the dark night sky, you hadn't realized how late it was. You hung up the garment bag on the hook you had placed outside of your closet door, placing the bag and your new suit on the bed. You made your way to the bathroom to take a shower, the warm water calming you as you reflected on the events of the day.

You had been trying to befriend your fellow Avengers but your anxieties prevented you from being outgoing. You had grown closest with Bruce, as he could relate to your fears. You stepped out of the shower commencing your skincare and body care routine. After you finished you went to grab the garment bag, trying on the gown to ensure it fit with the black heels they'd given you to go along with it.

You quite liked the ensemble, but you weren't quite thrilled to wear it in front of the rest of the Avengers. You took it off returning the items to their previous packaging before putting on your night clothes and getting in your bed. You fell asleep searching for hairstyles to wear to the gala on Pinterest.

You dreamt of Bucky that night, how he might touch you with his large hands, one warm flesh, one cool metal , how he might look at you with gorgeous and piercing blue eyes, how he might love you with all of that and everything in between.

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The Next Morning

You awoke earlier than normal, 4:56, a habit you'd had since adolescence when you were anxious. You changed into your workout clothes, black sports bra, leggings and the lulu lemon jacket Natasha had gifted to you when you first arrived. You made your way to the restroom where you pulled your hair back into a ponytail. Putting on your favorite pair of red sneakers before leaving.

Making your way to the elevator, Bucky's apartment door opened. You stopped in front of the elevator doors, turning to watch him. He turned around and made eye contact with you, after a few minutes of still silence you spoke, “going down?” he shut his door and answered with a smile, “yea”.

He stood beside you as the doors opened, he raised his hand allowing you to enter first pressing the gym floor button as he turned facing the closing the doors. You smiled down at the elevator buttons as Bucky adjusted his position so he wouldn't crowd you, something he often did unintentionally due to his large stature.

10, 9, 8.. The small screen changed as you descended the floors. “Thank you for bringing me the stuff for the mission.'' Bucky smiled, the most he'd ever heard you speak.

6, 5… “Of course, how'd you like your suit?” your suit, you'd forgotten to try it on last night. You didn't even open the box, “I haven't put it on yet” “no rush, I was just curious” he shrugged “its ok, I would be too” you both smiled.

4, 3. The doors slid open, you exited first heading for the women's locker room so you could use the bathroom. Glad to find it empty, you were in and out spending most of your time at the sink washing your hands and examining everything that just happened in the elevator. After finding one too many reasons to be embarrassed you left the bathroom and entered the gym, heading right for the open floor to stretch.

The gym was just as empty as the locker room, save for Bucky, you decided to go light today. Loosen yourself up before the mission just to avoid being sore. You finished before Bucky did, he was on the pull up bar as he had been for the 7 minutes before then, you'd spent that time admiring his muscular back looking away when you began to feel a gathering wetness in your underwear.

You left just before the morning gym rush arrived, taking another shower in your room and putting on your usual sweats and scarf before getting some fruit to eat in front of the tv where you sat for the next few hours.

You looked at the clock, 5:00. You were set to leave at 6:30.

You quickly got up, making sure you packed everything you needed to style your hair and do your makeup. You grabbed the garment and shoe bag along with a black purse with hardware that matched your chosen jewelry and a black scarf made with the same material of the dress to cover your shoulders. You made sure you had everything you needed before running to the elevator, heading to the top floor to board the quinjet.

You arrived first, much to your surprise, allowing the SHIELD agent piloting to pack your things into the built in storage compartments. As you sat down, Sam, Nat and Bucky arrived with their clothes and other supplies in tow. You looked back down over your thighs to make sure you put your seatbelt into the right clip. When you looked back up they were walking to their seats Bucky choosing to sit next to you

“Hey doll” he said with a small smile, “hello” you replied quietly. Sam and Nat sat across from you both. Suddenly a SHIELD agent, who appeared to be quite out of breath ran up the ramp. He stopped in front of you handing you a small black box, “the wedding rings mam” he said exasperatedly. You thanked him before he nodded and ran back out. You opened the box to two simple wedding bands, one thicker than the other and a diamond ring, one you might have chosen for yourself if this was real. You held out the box to Bucky before he reached for the thicker band, placing it on his ring finger before you did the same.

You noticed the rings were not new, with small nicks and marks. An important detail, especially if you were going to be surrounded by people as observant as you. You made a mental note to fake a tan line on yours and Bucky’s fingers later. The pilot cut through the silence on the intercom, announcing the beginning of the flight.

You landed in the SHIELD port shortly after as the flight was only 15 minutes. You were taken to the car port by another agent along with your bags where Natasha was given keys to a black cadillac escalade. You all stood against the grey concrete wall for a second, watching as the agent packed your things into the trunk of the car you looked at Bucky to your right, admiring how his jawline was accentuated by his man bun. You were sure you might have gaged at the bundle of hair on anyone else but on him you couldn't help but fawn over it. He looked down at you with a grin, making you look forward again embarrassed, glad to see the agent was finished.

Nat drove to the hotel where you would be staying, pleasantly surprised that it was an actual hotel and not a dirty highway motel like some of the other Avengers had been made to stay in. You and Nat packed all of your things onto a luggage cart while Sam and Bucky checked you all in.

“You should tell him you like him, you know, he likes you just as much.” Natasha says suddenly, you look up at her with shocked eyes “what?” you ask quickly, voice wavering. She flashes a grin at you, “Nothing, sorry”

You pushed the luggage cart into the lobby where Bucky and Sam were waiting by the elevator, you struggled slightly to push the cart into the elevator, Natasha and Sam attempting to help you on the other side. “I'll help you doll”. He moved behind you, placing his hands just above yours. You felt his warm body push into yours as you stumbled in with the cart. You turned to face him as the doors closed looking into his eyes for a moment, you cleared your throat, breaking eye contact and speaking quietly to ask “which floor?” he smirked “penthouse, doll” you clicked the button watching as it lit up and feeling the elevator begin to move.

Bucky was too preoccupied watching you avoid looking at his face to notice the look Sam and Nat exchanged, one of pride and cunning, it was only a matter of time.

Nat and Sam left your coms on the desk before going across the hall to their room. You used the master bathroom to get ready while Bucky used the half bath. You had finished your hair and makeup but were struggling to close the dress, the satin buttons proving hard to reach. You stepped out of the bathroom calling for Bucky, “what's up doll” he stepped out of the bathroom fixing his suit cuff, you were pulled into a trance admiring how he looked in the black suit, his bun making him look even more mysterious.

“Doll?” you snapped out of it. Not realizing he had moved closer to you, “what do you need, sweet girl?” he spoke softly, you swore that his pet names would make you spontaneously combust. “I need help with my dress, I can't get it closed.” You turned your back to him so he could start closing the buttons. He quietly admired the art tattooed on your back, it was beautiful, elongating your back with its elegant design. With every brush of his hands on your skin you became more and more flustered thanking whatever deity was looking down on you when he announced he was done, you turned to face him again “You look great doll.” Bucky said with a smile, your eyes flashing in between his eyes and chest a few times before you spoke up, “I'll just grab my bag and we can go”

You made sure you had on all of your jewelry, including your wedding rings, your bag, your scarf and your com before you told Bucky you were ready to go. You stepped out just as Natasha and Sam did, donning their driver and bodyguard outfits respectively. The elevator trip was much less awkward, Sam even managing to make a joke that you all laughed at.

You all walked to the car, you and Sam moving to the right and Nat and Bucky moving to the left. Nat and Sam got in the front seats of the car while Bucky opened the door for you, you slid to the seat on the other end so he wouldn't have to circle the car to enter. Sam pulled off just as he shut the door. You had been staring absentmindedly out of the window when you felt Bucky grip your hand and pull it towards his chest. You turned your head toward him, making no movements as you had no intention of pulling your hand away. As he turned the wedding rings on your finger you wondered again what it would be like to be loved by Bucky.

The drive was short, you arrived ‘fashionably late’ as Sam called it at 8:15. The estate was gorgeous, elegant and large but not overbearing. It rested on a large piece of land surrounded by forests and greenery.

“Ladies and gents we have arrived. I'll circle to the entrance to drop you two off and we'll park a few blocks away.” Sam said, while his tone was gleeful you heard the underlying worry in his voice. Bucky walked out and around to your door, reaching his hand around to help you step out. “Don't forget to turn on your coms.” Nat added quickly as you Bucky closed the car door.

Bucky moved his arm around your waist to guide you up the stairs of the extravagant mansion, the doors opened to a gorgeous ballroom, warm lighting, brown tones and old school jazz music coming from the live band in the corner. Just quiet enough to feel like a background song to a memory. There were plenty of people, criminals you assumed. All well dressed in browns, blacks and creams.

You admired the dress of one woman while Bucky walked you to the bar, keeping you close. He ordered himself a whiskey neat. One of the perks that come from being a super soldier on missions, he can drink normal alcohol with no consequences because it has no effect on his body. Discovering his inability to get drunk has given Bucky the opportunity to drink whiskey for the flavor, he has become a bit of a connoisseur post freedom, his current favorite being Bushmills Black Bush Whiskey. You ordered a ‘Shirley Temple’, not necessarily feeling like drinking alcohol. You moved to sit on the bar stool facing away from the bar while Bucky stayed standing on your right side waiting for your drinks.

The bartender handed Bucky your drinks when suddenly you felt a clammy hand on your shoulder, “ну что тут у нас? экзотическая красавица?” (well what do we have here? an exotic beauty?) You looked up at the person touching him, and immediately recognized him as Anatoli Volkov. You wanted to pull his hand off of you and break it but you couldn't do anything to make him suspicious, thankfully Bucky spoke before you did.

“моя жена великолепна, не так ли?” (my wife is gorgeous, isn't she?) he said, putting some obvious emphasis on the word wife. He then wrapped one of his arms around your neck. You reached up to grasp his hand floating hand, pulling it down slightly. Volkov smirked, “I meant you no offense, Mr.?” he said in an amused tone, highlighting his thick accent.

“Joseph Smith and my wife Iris”. Your thumb swiped across his hand as he spoke, your head leaning back into his chest. Anatoli reached his hand out towards Bucky to shake, “it's nice to meet you Joseph, i hope to see you both again” Volkov looked down at you with a sly smirk, Bucky diverted his attention when he reciprocated his handshake, Anatoli's eyes shooting back up to him. “I hope to see you again too” Bucky smiled but his grip tightened, Volkov shook out his hand as he turned and walked away from the both of you. You turned to face the bar taking a sip of your drink, the sweet liquid refreshing your parched throat.

Bucky's arm moved off of you to take a sip of his drink. You turned back to the crowd after downing half of your drink, taking a moment to see how much security was in the building. Eventually you noticed at least 8 men in all black suits, all of whom had repeatedly talked to the same man in a dark blue suit. He had been shadowing Volkov since you arrived, you noted.

Suddenly Bucky grabbed your knees, pulling you to face him and moving your legs around his waist, with one hand you gripped his wrist and with the other you stabilized yourself on his shoulder. Your hand slowly moved up his arm as he pushed his hand up into your dress clutching and rubbing at your ass and thighs. “gray suit 2:00, he might have made us, i'm not sure.” you barely brought yourself to tear your eyes away from his face to look at the man in question. He was standing in a corner watching the two of you, finally looking away to reach into his pocket to answer his phone. You tried to read his lips but were quickly distracted when Bucky pushed his head into your neck, your hand flying to his neck carefully holding his head.

“Think we should go?” he said into your ear, you cleared your throat “we don't have anything on Volkov yet, we should wait.” he grunted in response before pulling his head out from your shoulder, only moving one of his hands to reach for his glass of whiskey again. You looked up at him, wondering how he can manage to make butterflies turn in your stomach while staying completely calm, you hoped that your flustered behavior wasn't tipping off the other people in the ballroom. You looked back at the jazz band when the music ended, quietly clapping before Anatoli walked on stage. You immediately rolled your eyes, wanting to zone out but knowing that if you did you'd likely regret it. You reached to take a sip of your drink, reminding yourself as to why you hadn't ordered something alcoholic when Anatoli began to speak.

The whole speech was in Russian, he thanked his guests, boasted and bragged but still delivered no useful information. Fake laughter coming from all sides of the room. You had zoned out a bit, listening to the heavenly jazz band on stage once again until you felt a hand on your neck. Bucky grasped both sides of your face with both of his hands, tilting your head up to look at him, he chucked when you hesitated to look him in the eye.

He held his forehead against yours brushing your lips against each other before speaking again, “Somebodys watching us, doll.” He smirked when he finished using his hands to push your head in the direction of the man in the gray suit once again. You looked back at Bucky before aiming your head down.

You took your hands, taping the inside of yours and Bucky’s ears discreetly before moving them around his neck. You spoke quietly, “Nat, do you copy?” there were a few seconds of static before a response came “Copy kitty-girl, what's going on in there?” you smiled at the nickname, reminded of the night you and Nat had snuck Alpine out from Bucky’s room to put her in the animal Falcon costume. “We're all good but maybe not for long, we’re being watched.” “Alright, get out of there. We'll be at the front waiting.” You heard her call for Sam to start the car before you looked at Bucky in the eye again, nodding subtly.

He moved his hands from your face, grabbing your bag from the bar before lifting you off of the stool, you let a small gasp escape you. Before you could process the action he was pulling you across the room to the entrance, when you reached the stairs he placed an arm under your shoulders and the other under your knee, the action made you squeal and you in turn made him laugh. You felt like a princess, or at the very least a main character in a rom com that was not deemed relevant enough to have Bucky watch yet.

You were sure that anyone witnessing the interaction would simply think you two were a happy couple eager to get home after a long night of tension.

He placed you down to open the door to the large van, lifting you into your seat before sliding in himself. Sam begins to open his mouth to speak when you put a finger over your mouth in an effort to quiet him. You look through your purse finding a bug in the open interior pocket and a tracker handing them to Natasha, she hands you a bug detector. You took Bucky's hands to make sure there were no other devices before doing a quick sweep over his body and yours, after finding nothing you say “alright, we're clear”. Natasha smiles when you hand the bug detector back to her, noticing that Bucky hasn't taken his eyes off of you and you haven't let go of Bucky's hand.

It's done, I'm done, sorry if this sucks.

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violetwinterwidow01 · 5 months

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The perfect night- BuckyxCevyn

Yes, my virgin ass thought and wrote this shit at 5 a.m., and what about it?😏 feel free to reblog!!!

How I'm feeling right now:

☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆

The clock strikes midnight. The room is pitch black. The only light available is the soft but bright glow of the purple LED lights surrounding Cevyn's room and the lights of the city, dimly shining through the bay window above the bed. It's raining cats and dogs with thunder all around but adds a pleasant ambiance for tonight's activities.

Down below, Bucky and Cevyn make the nastiest, sweetest, yet heartbreakingly slow passionate love that'll make the devil blush.

Music plays at a low volume. She's on her 5th orgasm of the night. No words for now. Just the sounds of precious moans and squeals leaving her plump lips, like a broken record on repeat. It's the prettiest thing Buck has ever heard. It drove him more desperate than ever to keep hearing them. His pace grows faster little by little.

He angles his hips to the right, driving deeper to slowly hit her spot exquisitely. Nuzzling his face in the crook of her neck, making sure to keep his ear right beside her mouth. As tears brim her eyes and soft, high pitched wanton mewls of 'right there' and 'keep going' drip off her tongue to fill his ear, she uses her freshly manicured nails to scratch his back.

His metal hand absentmindedly creeps its way up her stomach, through the valley of her boobs to grace her neck with gentle hard pressure. His right hand lands on her belly, pressing down to feel how deep he has gone. She cries out in absolute pleasure, "Baby, you're in my stomach..." To which he replied, "I know, mama. I know."

He leans back down whispering 'Good girl' causing her to shiver and hold her breath. This lets him know number six is on approach. His hands land on the windows as he begins to pound faster, making her sob and scream at the top of her lungs:

"FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, DON'T STOP!!!"

At least the room is soundproof!

This was fun!!!

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mcondance · 10 months

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trance — bucky barnes

warnings shower sex implied creampie mentions of bucky’s pain kink (he def has one don’t argue with me) reader has a clit implied oral fem receiving words 371 notes listen to trance by travis scott n metro boomin reupload from my old blog

the water runs hot over you and bucky’s bodies, his hand pressed against your clit while he’s deep, pressed up against that spot, rubbing slow and smooth. one hand holding your thigh, the other rubbing slow and smooth against your swollen bud, overstimulated but still aching for more.

he ruts into you, deep and rough, making you jolt up the shower wall, causing you to dig your nails into his back. he loves that pain, the evidence of how good he fucks you, how fucking right it feels to be fucking you against the wall in your shared shower. moans and groans and deep whines and whimpers sound out throughout the bathroom, echo off the same wall he has you pressed against.

sometimes, you both need it hard, need it fast and rough.

but right now, you both need it deep, need it rough and slow and oh so dirty.

dirty like your face pressed into his neck, teeth scraping over his skin, drawing blood that you lick your tongue over, giving him the pain he so desperately craves.

dirty like raw against the shower wall, water running down over your bodies as you get lost in the trance you both put each other in.

dirty like his words, praises groaned against your shoulder.

“just like that,” he groans, “just like that, doll.” he says it like you’re the one fucking him, like you have him pressed up against a wall and not the other way around. but it doesn’t matter, cause he lets you know that you might as well have him like that, with the way you drive him fucking insane.

“pretty pussy’s so good f’me, feels so fucking good, doll.”

you’re so far gone. he feels so perfect.

“bucky, fuck, bucky, you feel so good.”

he’s so far gone too. you feel so perfect.

you’re both so broken for each other, so deep in love that everything feels that much better.

by the time you both get enough, the water’s starting to run cold and bucky’s cum is running down your legs, and he uses that as an excuse to drop to his knees and throw your legs over his shoulders.

the water’s freezing when you’re finally done.

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ramp-it-up · 2 years

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Playlist: Chill, Buck

Summary: Bucky, who runs CapTech, ran into you. Now he can’t stop thinking about you even though you rejected him. Can you stop him from running through your mind?

Pairing: CEO! Bucky Barnes x Journalist! Reader

Word count: 2.8k

Warnings: As always, 18+ ONLY, SMUT. Minors DNI. Slow burn, running for pleasure, playlists meet cute, pining, possible fixation, possible manipulation, mention of death, mention of loss, concerned Steve and Sam, possible dark Bucky. The boomerang, masturbation, use of sex toy, fantasy, Dom/sub dynamics of you squint, wishing and hoping.

A/N: I’ve been sad and haven’t written in a couple of week, but, turns out I am a serial serialist, lmao.🤣 Read the previous part, Bucky Runs. @ysmmsy and @blackwidownat2814 are my exquisite muses who created the Bucky Runs and Chill, Buck playlists, with more to come. 😉 Thank you Gemma for the title for this one. Thanks you both, my loves! 🥰

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Running with a good playlist did make all the difference. Music was the reason that your feet seemed to be flying as you jogged that evening.

Certainly not thoughts of Bucky Barnes.

That situation just wasn’t meant to be.

Since you turned down his request for a date that afternoon, you decided to shake yourself out of any silly dreams of anything happening with him. After all, you had a professional relationship, an acquaintance, really, and nothing more.

Your attraction to him meant nothing.

And him asking you out meant nothing either. He was probably just trying to have a good time and never call again. Goodness knows that he probably had his pick of women, and NDAs, on hand.

Then there was his past to consider.

No, turning down dinner with him was the right choice and so was moving on. You weren’t even going to text him about the playlist like you promised. Better to contact Romanoff about the interview and keep it moving.

You were still convincing yourself that curving Bucky was the right choice when you turned into Fulton Ferry Park and thought you saw a mirage. There he was, jogging toward you, conjured up by your internal debate.

He looked good. Tanned and sweaty, mouth slightly open, eyes on you, thighs out. Your eyes scanned down his body and your own actually clenched while running.

The audacity.

You shook your head. Did he really think that this was going to work? You prepared the let down speech in your head for when he would invariably stop to talk. No matter how fine he was, he wasn’t going to stalk you into a date.

Bucky approached and appraised your body. You were wearing running gear that supported you, but the way the impact of your steps made your body move made him lick his lips.

Bucky was imagining the possibilities.

He came near with a slight smile. You kept on pace to meet him, but he didn’t slow down as you expected him to. He just moved to the side and tossed two fingers at you in a half wave.

“Hey,” was all Bucky uttered as he ran past you.

You were in shock that he didn’t stop and reflexively almost turned around to run after him and the waft of sweat, musk, and sandalwood that he left behind.

You nearly ran into an older man walking his dog as you craned your neck to watch Bucky’s retreating back.

You were shook.

Bucky went from asking you out to virtually ignoring you.

You definitely felt some kind of way about it, but the anger you felt propelled your feet, and you finished with your best time to date.

You stormed into your apartment and flopped down at your desk.

“What just happened?,” you asked your closed laptop.

But your ire calmed as you edited the interview and remembered how charming and genuine he’d been

“Off the record? Please?”

Bucky’s vulnerability made you soft again. In all the right places.

When you finished, you sat back and reviewed the day in your head. Surely, you weren’t tripping. There had been a connection between you two. Right?

Bucky had you so confused up from a 10 second encounter in the park where he barely said one word to you. It had to be calculated.

You were right not to go to dinner with him.

Nevertheless, you turned on the volume on your phone to make sure you didn’t miss another text from…anyone.

That evening, after you wrote some copy and did voice overs, wrapping up the interview package, you took to the bath. You thought of Bucky again, this time cuming more intensely because you’d actually talked to him, knew his name and bore the sexual frustration he’d birthed in you. However, you couldn’t get satisfaction from your toy tonight.

What was Bucky Barnes doing to you?

It was all you thought about as you fell asleep that night.

Bucky closed his eyes as he pushed his cock into the tight hole. You were ready and waiting for him, spread out gloriously beneath him. His plan had worked and you’d called him at 3 am, all hot and bothered. He rushed to your place and practically jumped into your waiting pussy.

“Fuck! Y/N…,” Bucky groaned as he immediately started stroking away.

“After you cum inside me, I’m gonna clean you up real good. Gonna make your cock mine, baby.”

Your blissed out voice was everything he’d imagined, and the look of your beautiful wet lips as you licked him caused his cock to twitch even though it was occupied.

Bucky couldn’t hold himself back and he released, spurting out enough cum to make it drip out around his balls.

“Clean these up too, Doll,”

Bucky groaned as he gripped his sac as it emptied. He winced as he pulled out of the sex toy and sat down on the side of the tub.

What a poor substitute for you, he thought as he cleaned up.

Bucky stepped into the shower, hot water raining down on his head as he thought of his next move.

He’d have to remind Natasha to speed up the relocation of the tenants on Plymouth Avenue. He needed next to you, and fast.

Next week when Steve returned, he stalked into the office he shared with Bucky and Sam after Nat briefed him on the situation.

“Hello, Punk.”

Bucky’s salutation slowed him down.

Bucky hadn’t looked up from his laptop, and his EarPods were turned up full blast, but he knew Steve was there. He turned down his music.

Rogers smiled despite himself. The childhood greeting from Bucky was now a rare occasion. The rare occasion that Bucky was in a good mood.

“Jerk.”

Steve laughed at his best friend.

“What the hell are you up to?”

He finally looked up from his work and took off his glasses, leaning back in his chair and smirking. He looked almost like the old Bucky.

“Making you millions of dollars. What are you up to, Pretty Boy?”

He sounded like the old Bucky. Steve sat on the edge of Bucky’s desk.

“This girl must be pretty special to put you in this kind of mood, but Nat told me what you’ve been doing. Buck…”

Bucky straightened up and narrowed his eyes at Steve.

“If you’re referring to YN LN, then that woman is special.”

Bucky looked out over the New York skyline toward the Brooklyn Bridge and DUMBO, where you were.

“Is it okay if I have a life again?”

Steve looked into his friends eyes and sighed. His voice was low, even though he thought he and Bucky were alone.

“I want nothing more for you, Buck, but not like this. Ever since Sarah…”

“The fuck are you two bone heads talking about?”

Sam’s voice boomed across the space. Bucky stood up, fidgeting. Sarah had been Sam’s sister and his wife. Now was not the time.

“Hey Sam! Feeling better?”

Steve was nothing but smiles for his other best friend, the consummate golden boy.

“I was, until Nat briefed me on what was up.”

Sam turned to Bucky.

“You good, Jay?”

Bucky closed his eyes at the name that only Sarah called him. His former brother in law was doing it on purpose. Nat had a big mouth.

“We need to fire the redhead.”

Steve snorted.

“Natasha Romanoff owns all of us. She knows where all the bodies are buried.”

“Literally,” quipped Sam.

Bucky remained silent and stared at the approximate location of your apartment. He didn’t want to think about dead bodies, just a future with you.

“Listen, Buck. It’s about time you moved on…”

Bucky closed his eyes at the crack in Sam’s voice. He knew he missed her too.

“But—“

Bucky turned around.

“But what Samuel?”

Sam snapped his mouth closed. Sarah had been the only one to call him that.

“Just…”

Sam looked out of the window himself. Then he looked back at his friend.

Bucky turned on a smile and pointed it at his two worried friends.

“I’m just doing a little recon. You two know better than anyone the types of women who show up in our lives. Just want to make sure…”

Steve sighed.

“We get it. But like Sam said. Just…”

Sam spoke up again.

“Chill, Buck.”

Bucky smiled brighter for them and spread his hands.

“I’m chillin…”

“Unh hunh. Like a villain.”

Sam shook his head and chuckled as Steve took off his suit coat and went to review the files on his desk.

Bucky raised his eyebrow at Sam as he sat back down and turned his music up again.

You didn’t see or hear from Bucky for about two weeks, even after you called Natasha and told her of the publication date for the piece. And you weren’t disappointed.

Not at all.

In the back of your mind you thought that after the interview aired, Bucky would ask you out again, which of course you would refuse. (Even though it might not be inappropriate because the business between you was over.)

But he didn’t. Maybe you were right about him.

You decided to just move on with your life, although a certain pair of sky blue eyes haunted your fantasies and dreams for about ten days.

One morning you were in your neighborhood coffee shop, deep into your phone when you stepped up to order. For some reason you felt the hair on the back of your neck raise as you stepped to the side to wait for your drink.

You bumped into the person next to you and turned your head to apologize. You couldn’t help but gasp.

The unmitigated gall.

You closed your mouth without saying a word and stared in front of you as you shook your head.

“We’ve got to stop meeting like this.”

His velvet voice near your ear was kinda dope. But you weren’t going out like this. You took a deep breath and then turned back to Bucky.

“Yes. I fully agree. We’ve got to stop meeting.”

Bucky’s expression was a little hurt and you could have kicked yourself. You sighed.

“I’m sorry. How are you?”

He smiled sweetly at you, thrilled that you were reacting as he’d hoped.

“I’m better now.”

You were blinded by his smile, but recovered and checked him out. Damn, he looked good. The blue of his dress shirt matched his eyes. Those fucking glasses. Looking like a NILF. Bucky was attractive as hell.

“James!”

The barista called Bucky’s name and he stepped up for his coffee. That gave you a moment to think.

He turned around and you had questions.

“What are you doing here?”

He looked confused.

“Getting… a macchiato?”

He held up his drink and pushed his glasses up with his thick middle finger. You bit your lip. Bucky wanted to bite it too.

Patience.

“Yeah. But why in my neighborhood? Are you stalking me? After virtually ignoring me the other day?”

The smile on Bucky’s face fell.

“Y/N!”

You stepped to the counter to get your iced chai tea latte. Bucky was still there behind you, admiring the view. You turned back to him and he fixed his face and gracefully backed up as you walked toward the door.

“I’m sorry, but you made it quite clear that you didn’t want anything more from me when you didn’t contact me about the interview or even the playlist. I’m chilling, as the young folks say. I’m not stalking you. Or ignoring you. I’m just trying to live my life. I’ve recently moved into my new brownstone over on Plymouth street.”

He gestured with his hand in the general direction of his new home. You stopped walking and pulled your eyes away from his thick fingers to his face. He looked annoyed.

That did things to you.

Bucky was still amiable with you, but with an edge. You sensed a delicious danger, but you couldn’t stop. You shook your head to clear it and crossed your arms to hide your rock hard nipples.

“That’s only a couple of blocks from me. I don’t believe that’s not pre-planned.”

Bucky moved closer to you, his voice lowered and a little menacing, a magnetic field activated by his proximity. You wanted to drop to your knees. But you just took a sip of your drink and swallowed that instead.

Bucky was aware of his affect on you, so he turned it up as he leaned closer. Damn, you made him hard as fuck.

“Do you know how long it takes to find and close on a property in New York? 30 days at a minimum, just for closing. This was in the works long before you showed up in my office, Ms. YLN.”

You were shaking, but not from fear. Bucky took in your trembling lips and wide eyes and wanted to take you right there. He licked that bottom lip of his and you had visions of what that mouth did. Bucky nodded his head.

“Oh. I get it. You want me to pursue you so that you can reject me again.”

Bucky read you like a book.

“You don’t need to worry. I won’t contact you again.”

He raised his drink toward his mouth but stopped, trapping your eyes there. You were almost panting. And definitely wet.

“Unless you ask me to.”

You wanted to cry with need, but you laughed instead.

“I thought you said you were chilling, Mr. Barnes. I won’t ask you. For anything. Trust.”

He was smirking at you as your eyes flashed at him. He read the scene in your eyes. In that moment, he knew what you needed. The way you said ‘Mr. Barnes,’ with that breathy, moany voice. Hell yeah.

You read his eyes too and knew exactly what he was thinking. But you’d be damned if you begged Bucky Barnes.

At the same time, it became Bucky’s life mission. He wanted to hear you beg for him to fuck you, to eat you out, to make you cum, to stop making you cum… Damn. He cleared his throat.

“Duly noted.”

Bucky allowed his eyes to rake down your form as he took a sip of his drink. He did not miss your nipples which were pointed right at him and the way your thighs were clenched together in your form fitting pants. He licked the foam from his lips to remind you that if you wanted to smother him in you, he’d make good use of the opportunity.

Your eyes widened and your lips parted. Partly in rage, partly in desire, and partly in surprise at his game. This was a different Bucky than two weeks ago. You didn’t know if you could say no if he asked you out again.

But he didn’t ask you out again.

“Have a nice day, Ms. YLN.”

“Have a nice life, Mr. Barnes.”

Your tone was clipped as you turned on your heel and walked out of the cafe, murder and desire in your veins and a sway in your hips. You were vindicated when you looked over your shoulder and saw him watching it.

God he made you angry. Everything on your body was hard because of him, your nipples, your clit, and your heart. But he was not going to win this little game he was playing.

You were frustrated and irritable all day as you were trying to write, and had to postpone an interview because you were not in the right headspace.

Fucking James Buchanan Barnes. He was a menace.

You stared at the thumbnail to your interview with him and decided something.

You filed the post, and then went to your phone and went to his contact to delete it. Then you went to his socials, to block him there as well, even though he hadn’t tweeted or posted himself in years. You closed out twitter and then went to IG, noticing a new post. It had over 100K views in just an hour.

It was a video of Bucky running, and then stopping and stretching.

“New series of posts. My run playlists.I haven’t gotten much positive feedback from who they were intended, so why not make them public?”

His little rueful smile did things to you. He was so fucking cute, all sweaty and glistening in his muscle shirt and shorts.

“In this first post, you get a twofer. My first playlist is called, Bucky Runs. I think it’s good if you want to keep your pace up.”

You bit your lip as he continued, squinting into the camera against the setting sun in his eyes. So damn fine.

“This second one is brand new, today. It’s called, Chill, Buck. And I made it to remind myself to….”

Bucky looked off to the right of the camera.

“To remind myself to cool down after I run.”

He looked like a lost little boy and your heart clenched. You felt like a jerk.

“Hope you enjoy. ‘Night.”

Bucky smiled and the post ended. You chewed your lip as you clicked on the latest playlist.

Feedback is like air. I need it! 🥰

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not-a-robot-i-swear-really · 1 year

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Waiting for the Right Time

Bucky Barnes x GN!Black!Reader

Summary: Imagine that Bucky Barnes has a huge little crush on you. Now imagine that he’s not the only one who thinks that way.

Word Count: About 1150 words

Chapter Warnings: None, just Bucky getting jealous and slightly possessive, mostly fluff. Reader attracts attention from all across the gender spectrum, and is stated to have powers. No Y/N, we don’t do that here. Ambiguous ending ahead!

Bucky’s got a problem, and for once it has nothing to do with his past.

It’s you and the way the sunlight bounces off your brown skin to make it shine. It’s you and the way your smile makes his heart do backflips. It’s you and the way your deep brown eyes look at him with nothing but admiration and care.

Bucky loves you, and he is not ready to do anything about it.

He knows, logically, that you wouldn’t do anything to hurt him if he were to confess. You damn near killed yourself trying to save him during a mission in Beirut, when a mercenary lobbed a bomb his way. You plucked it from the air and flew off with it, wrapping yourself in a blue shield just as it went off – you got a nasty scar, and it make his chest hurt every time he thinks about it. You smile to reassure him when he stares and tell him that it gives you a cool story to tell at family reunions. Worst case scenario, you would let him down gently and ask to remain friends. Even still, the worst-case scenario was apocalyptic to Bucky.

If he were going to confess, he needed to be absolutely sure that you would love him back. That was how things were, and that’s how it was going to stay until Bucky finally found the right time to confess.

Too bad the rest of the world didn’t get the memo to play along with his pining.

You got flowers the morning of June 26; Bucky remembered the exact day because his world came to a screeching halt when he read the note attached to them.

“Roses are red, violets are blue,

Know what’s on the menu? Me ‘n’ U~<3

From, Your Secret Admirer”

Bucky should’ve thrown the flowers away as soon as he saw them, should have stomped on them, thrown them in an incinerator, anything to make sure you didn’t see them. People sent you flowers all the time, and you never cared what anyone did to them – you like to joke that you had the opposite of a green thumb.

But he didn’t. He froze, and you came trudging out of your bedroom, rubbing the sleep from your eyes, wondering why Bucky spent so long outside your door without knocking.

“Aww, corny but sweet,” you cooed sleepily when you read the note. Bucky’s heart squeezed when you said that, and not in a good way. “Any chance these are from you?”

“No. No, they’re not.” Bucky grits out. If he sent you flowers with a note, he would be pouring his heart and soul into the card, not leaving a shitty pickup line.

“Wonder who it is then,” you yawned as you breezed by him.

Bucky spent the day tracking down the secret admirer. It was a random SHIELD agent, lower in the hierarchy, and too cocky for his own good. It only took a single visit from the former Winter Solider to get the agent to back off. Unfortunately, that agent wasn’t the last to pursue you.

When you went for your morning runs, a woman would join you every morning at exactly the halfway mark. She asked you if you wanted to go to the botanical gardens with her; Bucky showed up and pretended that there was a mission at the same time that would have happened. Thank god there actually was a mission to back him up.

When you thwarted a bioterrorist’s attempts to clear out the “undesirables,” you rescued a civilian from falling rubble with a well-timed shield. They offered to make lunch or dinner to repay you for saving them; Bucky waited till your back was turned to tell them that the Avengers didn’t accept food from strangers. Standard procedure and all that. There technically was no such procedure, but it was just common sense not to eat anything made by a stranger, right.

When Tony threw another one of his notorious parties, you were approached by a random well-to-do bachelor. He fancied himself an art aficionado and invited you to a personal showing of a rare Basquiat painting. When you left to get more champagne, Bucky got Sam to distract the man before you could give him an answer. Sam was sworn to secrecy, of course, Bucky would rather you didn’t see this side of him.

“How long are you gonna keep this up, man?” Sam groaned when he came back to the table.

“Keep what up?” Bucky kept his eyes trained on you, your enchanting laugh reaching his ears even through all the blaring music and cacophony of voices.

"This!” Sam gestured at you and Bucky. “It would just be easier to confess at this point. You can’t scare off everyone that goes near them forever.”

He gave Sam a deadpan glare. “I can and I will.”

“You would have to keep an eye on them all the time, you’d basically be stalking them at that point.”

“Actually, that’s not such a bad idea.”

“Wait-“

“There’s cafe across the street from their apartment, could probably stake out there.”

“Bucky-“

“You think I could get those little spy cameras from Tony’s lab without him noticing?”

“No! You need to say something to them before someone else asks them out and they say yes.”

“’S not the right time.”

“Man, someone else is gonna snatch them up while you’re busy waiting for the right time!” Bucky left before Sam could finish talking; another woman had sidled up your table.

As much as he hated to say it Sam was right.

Bucky hated this; the constant vigilance of chasing away would-be suitors, the way his heart squeezed every time he saw you smile at someone that wasn’t him, the fear that you would pick someone else before he could show you how much he loved you.

So on a cold November 12th, Bucky woke up earlier than everyone else in the tower to finally enact his plan. He went to the only shop open in Brooklyn for a fruit bouquet – filled with all the fruit he knew you liked and drizzled with chocolate. He dressed in the outfit Steve had helped him with – something casual, but made to impress. He put on your favorite playlist – Etta James, and Al Green, and Aretha Franklin.

With everything in place and his nerves at an all-time high, Bucky took a deep breath and knocked on your door.

A/N: Little something I thought up that I had to get out before I forgot or something, hope y'all enjoy! It was inspired by another post that I haven't been able to find, but it takes place in the 40s right before Bucky is shipped out to the warfront. If anyone can find it please let me know!

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