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buckyalpine · 2 years

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I love my Grumpy Bucky !! He’s secretly a softie , I know he is ! So I have another ask for him ! Bucky being a literal asshole to anyone and everyone !! Except his girl that he has heart eyes for . When he’s being flirted on he is borderline offended cause he very obviously has a girl and he’s not all that kind about turning girls down ! He’s ruthless when he’s training recruits , he’s an asshole to everyone . But his girl !? His sweet angel !? He is the softest human alive ! And Sam would tease him about it . One moment he’s longingly staring at you , tucking hair behind your ear and the next he’s staring daggers at Sam ! But then you hop on his lap and his back to being your sweet , soft boyfriend ! At home he’s laughing to something silly you’re doing , tackles you on the sofa and tells you how much he loves you ! He’s not shy of PDA either . Kisses too deep for people to be around , possessive hands . He just looks like a meanie when he’s out 😂

Bucky is only soft for you

YES YES YES YES. Bucky's entire essence is being a complete teddy bear for you and you alone.

Honestly, imagine the new recruits are all whispering about getting to train with Sergeant Barnes.

"I heard he has a girlfrined through"

"Ugh"

"I know right?"

"How cares, we'll see how loyal he is when I'm grinding on his fat di-

"Oh my god, he's going to hear you!"

"Good, then he'll know what to expect"

Bucky heard it all and he's absolutely offended. He feels sick. How could anyone think they could replace his angel, fuck no. He's already stoic around everyone, but knowing the trainees are trying to get into his pants knowing he has a girl? He's ruthless.

First of all, he doesn't let them touch him. No. Ew. He calls over some of the senior trainees and directs them on what to do with the newbies, critiquing their form the entire time (not for no reason, but he's much less kind about it)

Imagine their faces when you walk into the gym and he just melts. He's such a puppy for you, his eyes are sparkling, hes grinning when you make your way over to him.

"Hi babygirl"

"Hi Sergeant"

Oh what that word does to him when it comes from your lips. He kisses you deeply, keeping his hands on you for longer than necessary. The girls are rolling their eyes and avoiding eye contact and honestly he doesn't care cause he's not doing it to show them shit. He's doing all this cause he's just that in love with you.

Sometimes, he gets lost in how adorable you look, just staring at you with heart eyes while you telling him about you day. He's playing with a piece of your hair, tucking it back and Sam is having a fucking field day with this. He can't believe what he's seeing, Bucky Barnes blushing and simping and so deep in love. Bucky's heart eyes disappear when he narrows his eyes at Sam, who is still snickering.

You don't even notice, you happily sit on his lap, still talking about your day and your little puppy is back, his nose is nuzzling your cheek, hes peppering kisses onto your face.

The team is watching a movie and he's making his way downstairs. All he sees is you. You grin when you see your boyfriend approaching, giving him grabby hands. He tackles you onto the sofa, kissing you all over, wrapping his arms around you, trapping you.

"Hi angel!"

"Hi baby bear" You giggle, your nose nuzzling with his.

The team doesn't know what to do with themselves, they don't understand what's happening.

"Did she just call him baby bear?"

"Yes"

"Am I high"

"Probably"

They get used to it eventually, but only parts of it. Bucky gives no fucks; he will pick you up and pluck you onto the counter, making out with you like a horny teenager, fucking 8 in the morning while Steve just wants to grab his coffee.

Possessive hands. All over. You're always in his lap, he's always touching you in some way. When he's really in a mood, he marks you, sometimes in places only you can see but when this one agent gets too close to you, he makes sure he marks you in a way no one will look at your twice.

But when he's back with you, wrapped in your warmth, you have your sweet teddy bear again and he'll never let you forget just how much he loves you.

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maivolpe · 1 year

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Can I request Bucky being protective of reader? 😊

of course nonnie! thank you for requesting, i hope you enjoy ♡

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pairing: bucky barnes x reader cw: none wc: 617

you had finally convinced bucky to come grocery shopping with you, after hours of unsuccessful attempts to drag him out the door. you were both bundled in your matching hoodies. you swore blue was “his color,” and of course you got one too.

you’d been trying to get him to go out more, just so that he could feel normal for a few hours. doing mundane tasks made him happier than he would admit.

you had already snapped ten pictures of him on the way in, causing his cheeks to warm as he pulled his hood up. he just looked so beautiful to you, his eyes scrunching up when he smiled for what felt like the first time in a while.

you let him follow you through the produce aisle, but the two of you split up so he could go to the deli and you could replenish your baking supplies. you knew nothing about meat, and while he could bake, that was your claim to fame.

unfortunately for you, there was a man at the end of the aisle. you tried your best to shop from your side, mentally checking ingredients off of your list.

you felt his eyes on you as you looked down the shelves for chocolate chips. please don’t say anything, just let me get my chocolate and leave.

“hi!”

ugh.

you sent a tight-lipped smile his way, turning your attention back to the chocolate chips.

he moved closer to you, and you felt in your pocket for your keys. an overreaction? maybe. but then again, men didn’t normally approach you at the grocery store. he was wiry, but you didn’t want to take chances.

“you’re beautiful,” he confessed. he watched you expectantly, waiting. what did he want, a medal?

“oh! um, thank you.” you smiled, though it didn’t reach your eyes. clutching onto your hoodie sleeve, you tugged at it to avoid looking at him.

“i’m sorry for being so forward, but could i get your number?”

hadn’t he seen you come in with bucky? you guys were matching, for god’s sake.

“no thank you,” you smiled apologetically. “i actually have a boyfriend.”

he laughed, holding his phone out to you. “i’m sure he won’t mind.”

a beat of silence passed as you processed what he had just said. what could you even say now? you’d already turned him down once, and he clearly had no regard for your existing relationship. could you walk away?

before you could think to do anything, strong arms snaked around your waist and you relaxed, letting yourself melt under the familiar touch. it wasn’t like you couldn’t take care of yourself, you both knew that you could, but it was comforting to have him by your side.

“hey doll,” he rumbled, leaning over your shoulder and catching your lips in a passionate kiss. you broke it eventually out of embarrassment, your cheeks tinged with red at the wide eyes of the man across you. “thought i lost you,” bucky continued.

“‘m right here,” you squeaked, caught in the middle of the two men. you felt better with bucky behind you, but the other man’s face was beginning to redden.

“who’s this?” bucky asked, his eyes narrowing as if he hadn’t been keeping an eye on you across the aisle.

“i didn’t actually catch your name, mister…?”

“never mind,” the man spat, turning on his heel and stalking away.

bucky chuckled, the vibrations from his laugh tickling your shoulder. he adjusted his grip on your waist, squeezing you tighter. “you doing okay darling?”

“yeah, but that was mean, buck,” you groaned.

he smirked, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “so is he. i’m sure he won’t mind.”

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ko-fi ♡

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bucky-barnes-lover · 7 months

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Hey, I was wondering if you could do something with Bucky Barnes x Female Reader where she makes Bucky jealous by flirting with Steve? I have a thing for jealous Bucky🥵😍

So....... Ik it's been a while but I've had a pretty fucking busy week due to going in and out of the hospital and other shit, but here is the fic u requested. Hope u like it.

Bucky Barnes x fem!reader: Jealousy Jealousy

⚠️ Warnings: ⚠️ Pure filthy smut. Unprotected P in V. Jealous Bucky. Curse words (To be expected if u know my writing style)

W.C: 725

"So can I buy you a drink?" I asked Steve, eyeing his freshly ironed blue suit. "Are you drunk y/n?? You do realise you are engaged, yes?" He questioned, clearly concerned as to why I was flirting with my fiancé's best friend.

Oh, I knew very well that I was sober, I just liked to make Bucky jealous occasionally. Well more often than not, at nearly every party at the compound I found a way to make him want to show everyone who I belonged to. And there was a party every weekend, So quite often the night would end in Bucky grabbing my arm and dragging me to our room.

Today was no different. A couple winks and brushing along Steve's arm got Bucky on his feet. In 3 long strides he was next to me, caressing my waist. "Do you realise what you're doing to me doll?" He whispered in my ear, his voice silky and rich. "I was just offering to buy Stevie here a drink" I responded, immediately regretting the decision of calling Steve Stevie. "So it's Stevie now is it? I thought only Tony called him that." He replied, Jealousy creeping up in his voice.

I could just about make out the soft mutter of 'Get a Room' escaping Steve's lips. I giggled to myself as I tried to keep the moan slipping from my mouth as Bucky brushed his soft and gentle lips along my neck, his thumb roughly digging into my hips as he continued caressing my waist.

A couple minutes later we were in our room. Clothes long forgotten on the beige carpet and instead the feeling of Bucky's comforting stubble roaming my body. No longer trying to keep it hidden, I let the moans fall freely from deep within my throat. I could've sworn I may have growled a couple times but Buck didn't seem to mind.

I could feel his warm breath nearing my sex and I shuddered at the thought of having him inside me once again. He ripped off my panties and threw them on the floor as he spread my legs open. He leaned his head down and buried his face in my pussy. Bucky's nose brushed against my clit as his tongue slipped through my folds and along my entrance. Working his tongue expertly through.

Eager moans escaped my lips as his tongue started playing with my clit. I could feel the familiar sensation run through my body, tingly and pleasurable. Bucky lifted his head from in-between my thighs and looked up at me with his bright green eyes smirking.

I let out an annoyed moan at the audacity of this man. "You were annoying me earlier, so now I'll annoy you." He said with a knowing smile.

Bucky unzipped his jeans and threw them aside along with his boxers. I could feel his hard cock against my pussy and with one swift thrust he was inside of me. He started with soft thrusts, so I could adjust to his size but within seconds it was pure filthy, rough sex.

"Fuck, Bucky please." I wasn't even sure what I was begging for but his thrusts became more and more powerful. Our loud moans echoed around the room as well as the sound of skin hitting skin. "Fuck, Baby. You feel so good" Bucky moaned thrusting deeper inside of me, "Fuck" was all I could respond with. Gosh he felt good.

Eventually Bucky's thrusts became lazy and the same familiar feeling boiled up inside of me as he hit my g-spot thrust after thrust. Soft moans escaped my lips "I'm close baby, I'm close" I moaned as my walls clenched around his thick cock. "Uhhh. You feel so good babydoll." He responded, "Cum for me."

He continued rubbing my clit with his vibranium fingers and I let out a loud moan as relief washed over me. "Uhhh, Bucky" I moaned as I came undone under him. Within seconds after me, Bucky moaned out my name and I felt hot cum explode into my wet pussy.

After helping clean me up, Bucky caressed my body with kisses and massaged my back. Laying on his chest for hours on end just talking and enjoying the soft tingle his hands left behind after touching me.

Well, Making Bucky jealous isn't a bad idea 😉.

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holylulusworld · 11 months

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I know you know but I have to say that I'm not sorry 🤣😂

Not an angst idea I swear. But GIFs talk to me. Not my fault. Anyway.

You are in a pub with friends and Bucky is there too but on a mission. You can't talk or anything (too risky) You are quite drunk, boys try to flirt with you and want a bit more, you refuse obviously, until one starts to act like dickhead.

From the corner of his eyes, he didn't miss one scene and he's right next to you and kicks out the moron who dared to touch you.

Okay...lemme see.

He's fuming. It's the worst time to get distracted but Bucky can't help it. Some douchebags try to hit on what's his. His girl. His doll.

Bucky squares his jaw and balls his metal hand into a fist.

"Bucky, don't. We can't risk blowing our cover," Sam whispers, hoping Bucky doesn't crush the earpiece, as he watches his partner watch you from afar. "James. No. She got this."

It's pure torture. Bucky must watch guy after guy hit on you. You dismiss them. Of course, you do. You only have eyes for Bucky who's only a few feet away.

You don't look at him, though. It's too risky. The last thing you want to do is blow his cover and put Sam and Bucky in danger.

"You're a sexy little bitch," the next guy slurs in your ear. He leans too close for comfort and dares to put his hand on your bare shoulder.

Red. Alert.

Bucky rises from his seat. He strides toward you and the douche touching you. In a split second Bucky grabs the hand on your shoulder, twisting it painfully until the man cries out.

"That's my girl," his rough and deep voice sends a shiver through your whole body. You watch Bucky drag the man out of the club, growling insults before he kicks the douche out.

"Sorry," you mouth at Sam. Your friend shrugs as the target didn't show yet.

"Doll, we go," you squeak as Bucky suddenly stands beside you. He grabs your purse and glares at your friends who left you alone.

"Bucky," you whisper as your boyfriend covers your shoulders with his leather jacket. His scent surrounds you when his arm curls around your shoulder.

"He touched you. I had to make sure he knows you are only mine..."

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #lulu answers with a story #bucky barnes x y/n #possessive bucky #protective bucky

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ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused · 1 year

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bucky request:

You and Bucky are on a daytime date (farmer's market? amusement park? picnic?) when you randomly run into your ex (who cheated on you or was emotionally abusive??)

What happens next is up to you.

༉‧₊˚. 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 || 𝐛𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬

― pairings: bucky barnes x plus size!reader

― summary: nothing could ruin your date with bucky, until he did.

― warnings: implied mental abuse, implied depression, toxic relationships, shitty exes, bucky beats his ass, blood mentioned like- one time.

― wc: 823

⋆ a/n: thank you so much for this request :] it was kind of a sad write, but i hope this fic serves as something helpful for the people that have been through shitty relationships and didn't have someone to protect them.

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There was a time where you weren't as happy, where you convinced that the world was against you, that you were just out on the earth to live and to die. So, once you were free, you were relieved to be able to leave it in the past, but like the saying goes, your past will always come back to bite you in the ass.

It took you a long time to be able to trust Bucky the way you did now, with the way the solider took care of you, made sure that you were comfortable, made sure that you knew that you were loved. You had somehow hit the jackpot, and you couldn't have been happier, just like you couldn't have been happier now that you were finally able to go on a date with Bucky. With your boyfriend being in the Avengers, he was away a lot for missions, so it was rare that you and him were able to be put like this, doing something as simple as walking around a fair.

Your day had been filled with laughs, kisses, sweets, and adrenaline, something that was quickly becoming your favorite combination. It was as the day was untouchable, until it wasn't.

You thought you were hallucinating it at first, but you were sure that it was him walking towards you, a menacing smile on his face.

"Hey, _______. Long time no see." Your stomach twisted, your throat feeling as though it was closing up. In that moment, you had wished you hadn't sent Bucky away to get cotton candy, god knows how long the line was. "Hey, babe, who's this?" Bucky? He wasn't supposed to be back yet. A wave of relief and comfort settled over you, you instantly taking his hand as you gritted out, "A friend." He just scoffed, "C'mon," He said in faux playfulness, "You didn't tell him about me?" He knew you didn't, the bastard finding entertainment in the trauma that he had caused you.

"I'm one of her better ex's'!" He announced, as if he was proud of it, reaching out to shake Bucky's. Your boyfriend just stared at him, a glare so lethal that you wish it had taken him out. "I'm her boyfriend, and by the looks of it, my girlfriend doesn't seem to want to talk to you. So how about you get out here before there's a problem." Your ex raised his brow, a smirk playing on his lips as his eyes slid from you to him. "I didn't know you'd be able to find someone that could love you." Bucky stepped closer to him, taking his collar in his hands roughly as he stared at him face-to-face.

"The fuck did you just say?" Bucky growled. "I'm just saying man," He raised his arms up in defeat. "I'm just saying man, with a woman like her, I think she'd die alone."

"Buck—" But it was too late, he had already threw a punch, a crowd gathering around all of you, piercing eyes watching as the Winter Soldier lived up to their expectations. "Bucky, please! They're children here, he's not worth it! Let's just go!" You placed a hand on his shoulder, prying him off of the piece of shit that now floundered on the ground. He looked at you, his jaw clenched and eyebrows furrowed, a sign that you needed to spill your guts to him as soon as you guys left.

"C'mon, Buck, let's go before the news station gets here. No doubt someone's already recorded you." You finished with a sigh, taking him by his hand as you tugged him towards the exit, but not before he turned around and spat on his already bloody face.

As you got to his car, the inside was silent, Bucky's hands gripping the steering wheel as though he was going to rip it off, and he could if genuinely wanted too.

"At least you used your flesh hand." You attempted to joke, but quickly look down at your own hands when he hadn't said anything.

"Who was he, actually?" He asked darkly from the drivers seat. "Well, he was right about the ex part, but he wasn't the best of them. He.. he wasn't very nice to me when we were dating and.. it's kind of fucked me up ever since." You laughed sadly at the end. You could hear him sigh deeply, his beat up hand taking your softer one in his. "Why didn't you tell me about this?" He asked quietly. "Because I just wanted to forget about it. You're my boyfriend now, you're the one that makes me happy, so why should I dwell on somebody that made my life a living hell?" He understood, bringing your knuckles to his lips as he pressed sweet kisses on them.

"Then I'm glad I beat his ass then." You looked at him, a smile on your face. "Yeah, I am too."

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avengerswillreturn · 1 year

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Protective Bucky

First fic in years! Let's see if I can keep this up.

Plot: Bucky x Reader. Young woman was captured by Hydra for the use of her fire powers. Bucky finds her beaten to a pulp at a raided Hydra base. Based on that scene from FaTWS when Bucky spots Karli in the truck and gets all soft, but this time the girl is actually in trouble.

TWs: Violence, injuries in this chapter. There will be more warnings in the next chapters, so keep an eye on them.

Chapter 1/?

Steve, Nat, Sam, and Bucky took a mission to track a handful of semitrucks that are believed to lead to a hydra base. The managed to attach trackers to four trucks with Sam’s redwing flying unseen after they found all four leave a warehouse. Back at the tower, they watched as they all split apart and go separate directions, but all of them end up in the middle of nowhere upstate. The team’s satellite doesn’t even have a building registered at the trucks’ location.

The four of them set out to the location in a quinjet, ready for another hydra raid. They arrive in the dark, early morning. Sam stays back to monitor them from above with Friday’s satellite view and give the team some heads-up for any hydra agents. They hesitate to attack at first, but Sam’s voice comes into their earpieces.

“Sure enough,” Sam says from back in the quinjet. “Armed guards around the building with hydra logos on their jackets.”

The rest of the team were hidden in the woods surrounding a large, dark green facility. Hardly any lights break through the darkness. This base definitely tried, and succeeded for a short while, to stay off of shield’s radar. Sam, Steve, and Nat go in for the attacks. After taking down the guards, inside of the base they were not well secured, and it fell quickly. They were not prepared for an attack tonight and it ended as soon as it began. Nat saves intel from the base while they call in more shield agents to arrest the hydra team. At this point, the sun has begun to rise. Steve and Nat are handling arrests and dismantling the base, but Sam finds something for Bucky to handle.

“Bucky, one of those vans isn’t empty.” Sam tells Bucky directly.

“Yeah, Sam. We will clear them out later after they get rid of everyone.” Bucky responds, walking to find where Steve went off to.

“No,” Sam says quietly. “There’s a girl inside that last one in the back.”

Bucky pauses mid-step. The last one wasn’t one they had been tracking. Who knows where it came from, or what was planned for it. “A girl?” Bucky asks back.

“I think so. Friday’s satellite isn’t getting a clear image through the thick metal truck.”

“I’ll keep you posted.” Bucky walks over to the back of the truck and breaks the lock off with his metal arm. Carefully, he opens the door, just in case it’s a trap. It’s dark in the truck, but the light from the rising sun slowly fills it. The truck is mostly filled with boxes, stuff the team will have to go through later. First, Bucky has another issue. In the right side, surely enough, is a girl tucked into the last bit of shadows. Torn, dirty clothes and covered in dried blood. Her dark, messy hair is draped over her face and she's leaning on one bent knee. She’s probably in her early 20s, but looks so small in this situation.

“Woah. Hey,” Bucky said softly to avoid startling her. “Are you hurt?”

The girl looks up and bucky doesn’t read any fear on her face. There is, however, marks and bruises all over. “Back off! Haven’t you had enough?” She yells, more tired than afraid.

“Hey now, I’m not gonna hurt you,” Bucky says, opening the door as far as it’ll go. “Did Hydra do this to you?”

The girl makes a look of surprise in her eyes. “Bucky Barnes?”

“That’s me, is that okay?”

“Holy shit,” she says with a cough. “You gotta get me out of here”

“Are you hurt?’ Bucky asks, hoping into the truck and crouching beside her.

“They beat the shit out of me.” She said shakily. Untucking her knee from her chest. Her pants are torn and stained, one shoe is missing, and her shirt is dirty and covered in blood, and she is decorated in black and blue. “I think my ankle is snapped. They got sick of my bullshit I guess.”

“We’ll get you out of here and safe,” Bucky quickly calls Steve and Nat for backup. “What did you do to piss them off?”

“I escaped.” She tries to lean back but winces and holds her wrist.

Bucky sat down and helped her lean onto the wall of the truck. “Escaped?”

“Yeah,” she says. “The took me when I was really young, when they found out about me. I never bought any of their shit. For years, I hoped the avengers would save me from them, but they kept me in their most secret bases to avoid just that. I finally managed to run away during a mission 6 months ago, but yesterday they caught up with me. They want me alive, guess ‘m valuable, but needed to ‘teach me a lesson’ about who’s in charge.” She continues, while tracing the bruises on her arm with her fingertips, not making eye contact.

“What do you mean by ‘they found out’ about you?” Bucky says.

“Promise not to get scared if I promise I’m on your side?” She says while sticking a pinky out.

“I promise. You can’t scare me.” Bucky accepts the pinky promise.

After letting go, she raises her hand, palm up, and a small flame lights in the middle. As quickly as it begins, she closes her palm, and it goes out.

“Fire?” Bucky says, a little surprised.

“Yeah. Pretty weak right now, all things considered. But hydra finds it useful for. You know.”

“Yep, I do unfortunately. I’ll be here if you need someone who understands.” Bucky sighs, and sits next to her.

A few more minutes pass before Steve and Nat get there.

“Oh shit.” Steve says, looking at Nat. Natasha is trying to hide it, but the look on her face is horror at the thought of what happened. Bucky goes to help the girl up, but she can hardly handle the weight. Bucky carries her to the jet. By the time they get inside, she's barely conscious.

#bucky x reader #Bucky Barnes #Protective Bucky #Avengers #natasha romanoff #Bucky X Hurt Reader #Bucky has a soft side for people who were also kidnapped by hydra #So does Natasha #We will see where this one goes.#wip

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mrsbarnes-avenger · 1 year

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Bucky threatening someone because they touched you 🥰

#sebastian stan #james buchanan barnes #james buchanan bucky barnes #bucky barnes #husband #my love #protective bucky

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blueseasfanfics · 2 years

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Fight

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 1.9k

Description: You're new to the city, on the run from your past. It catches up to you, and your new irritable roommate is there to save the day.

Fluffy/angsty?

A/N: So looking around for inspiration I managed to get into my first gen iPad which is where I saved all of my first fanfics. Nostalgia is a hell of a drug because I rewrote a few. This one is definitely something. Whether that's good or bad, I don't know. Fanfic is under the line!

TW: Domestic abuse.

If you or someone you know is in danger, please don't hesitate to call a hotline in your area. Here is one for the U.S.A.:

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Your new roommate was insufferable. All he did was drink, glare, and read.

I mean, same for you, but you at least tried being friendly at first. When you moved in, you extended a hand and a warm smile. He slammed the door of his room in your face.

To be fair, his rudeness never came out in outbursts. It was just simmering hatred, shown in his eyes when he looked at you, the silence that was between the both of you whenever you were in the same room.

Bucky, was what your landlord had said. Or James. James seems to piss him off when you say it though, so you say it more.

He had been here alone for a while, having scared off past tenants. But not you. The cheapest room around was this one. You weren’t going to let some drama queen scare you off from a deal.

You couldn’t let him. Otherwise, you have nowhere to go. In fact, it feels like the only person in this city who knows your real name is Bucky. Even your coworkers call you by a fake name you gave for protection. But even though you had told your landlord to only use that one, the sweet old woman had forgotten and just used what was on the contract to Bucky. It was corrected quickly, but Bucky’s eyebrow had raised as he was reading, so you’re sure he noticed.

As you were walking home, you sighed. Even after moving here and changing your entire identity to feel safe, you still didn’t. Not at all. Bucky didn’t scare you, but your past did, and your past had sworn to come back. You still have the scars to prove it.

Nighttime in New York City is beautiful, but not on this street. This street was peaceful, empty. Vulnerable. You had asked your manager to not give you closing shifts but “it was an emergency” and “it’s just this once”. So you took it. You’re too nice for your own good, you think to yourself as you hear footsteps behind you.

Shit. Just walk, it’s just a guy taking his dog for a walk. It’s a small, cute dog. A nice dog. A westie. You love westies.

You don’t hear a dog, though.

Moving your hand to your pocket, you carefully put your keys between your fingers and ball them up into a fist. The Wolverine move. Except his claws are made from unbreakable metal grown from his body and your claws were shitty and bendable steel.

“Hey.” A gruff voice says behind you, and you walk faster. You know the voice.

“Jesus christ, stop running.” He runs ahead of you and stops you in your tracks, taking you by the shoulder.

“Trevor, let go of me.” You shrug his hand off of you, but he just puts it back on again and grips harder. You don’t look at his face, though you just know he’s smiling that same predatory smile he always has.

“Do you know how long I’ve been looking for you?”

“Not long enough.”

“Now that’s just mean. First you run off in the middle of the night with my stuff-”

“It was my stuff.”

“Then you lead me on some wild goose chase to find out you’re living in New York, which is just stupid-”

“I like New York.”

“It’s stupid and smells like piss. I was worried sick babe, you can’t just run off like that.” His hand slides down your arm to your wrist. You yank it back and step away from him.

“Leave me alone, Trevor. We’re done.” You look around him to see your building is still a few yards away. Crap.

“No, we’re not. I say when we’re done, and we’re not. Come home with me, now. I have your bus ticket.”

“No.” You try to side-step him, but he shoves your side as you pass him, knocking you into a rough brick wall.

“Leave me alone, please.” You don’t want to sound small but you do. He always makes you feel small.

“Stop throwing this childish tantrum. You’re coming home with me, and you’re going to stop these silly brief fantasies of New York and that dumb career.”

“It’s not dumb.”

“Who the fuck dreams of being a childrens book author? Who the hell even reads those? No one. It’s a dumb job with no money, and you’re going to come home and stop talking about it, and we’re going to be happy like we always are.”

“Children.” Is all you can think to say. He’s towering over you, and all you can see is his face now. He has a scraggly beard and dark grey eyes that seem like storms. You have nightmares about those eyes.

“What?” He barks out, and you flinch.

“Children read children’s books.”

“You think you’re so funny, huh?” Before you can reply he punches you, hitting your cheekbone and making you fall to the ground. He kneels down to you as tears escape your eyes and you look at the sidewalk. He hisses in your ear.

“Don’t you dare-”He can only get that far before you lash out with your keys, connecting with his cheek and sliding until his mouth. He howls in pain and you see blood, and he steps away for a second. Using that time to scramble to your feet and run to your building, you run in the front entrance with its broken lock and pound on your apartment door.

“Bucky, please dear god let me in, please, I’m sorry-” You’re half-sobbing and half-yelling, and you almost fall when he opens it. You run in and slam the door behind you.

“What the fuck is the-” You cut him off, running to the bathroom, and it’s only a few minutes before you hear more pounding.

“Let me the fuck in!” Trevor roars, and you get in the tub and bring your knees to your chest and try to focus on breathing.

The pounding is still happening with him trying to open it, shaking the whole door-frame. A shadow falls across from you.

“Who’s that.” You look up. It’s Bucky. He seems angry, but his eyes widen once he sees your face. Crap. It hurts. It must look horrible. You look back down.

“Do you know him?”

You can only nod.

“I’m guessing you don’t want me to let him in.”

“I’d prefer if you don’t.” Your voice comes out like a whisper. Bucky leaves, closing the bathroom door behind him.

You hear the front creak open.

“Who the fuck-” A smash, a thud, and a groan.

“If you come back here again, I am the last thing you will ever see. Is that clear?” Bucky doesn’t wait for a response, and just slams the door and locks it.

You still can’t move.

“He’s leaving.” Bucky says outside the bathroom.

“Thanks.” It takes a minute for you to say it, but you get it out. Silence, you think he’s walked away, when,

“Can I come in?”

Can he? This is pretty embarrassing, to be honest. Your mouth tastes like blood, your face is just a mix of pain, your back hurts from when he shoved you the wall. Plus, you’ve been sobbing for the last few minutes.

“Why?”

“I can fix you up.”

“I can do that.”

“Ok.” You hear him walking away, but you feel the need to sob again.

“No, wait,” you call out, and the footsteps stop. “You can come in. Please.”

The door opens and Bucky peers in. His metal hand is smeared with blood and you feel your eyes widen.

“Did you kill him?”

Bucky raises an eyebrow.

“Did you… want me to?”

“Not right now?”

“Well, good. I’ll do that.”

“Yeah? You a murderer now?”

“When it comes to that jerk, yeah.”

“Come closer to me.”

“I can’t move.”

“Well… I guess I’m coming in.”

Bucky opens the cabinet under the sink and moves your stuff aside, reaching for a cloth bag in the back. He awkwardly clambers in the tub and sits across from you, shaking out the bag between you. Disinfectant, bandages, pain medication, even needles and thread.

“Are you a nurse?”

“What? No. Do I look like a nurse?”

“No, but there’s not a lot of reason to have surgical-grade thread otherwise.”

“There is in my line of work.”

“What is your line of work?”

His look tells you that you probably don’t want to know.

“In any case, I don’t think you need stitches. Your cuts are small. Can I…” He reaches towards you with his hand, and after a moment, you nod. He takes your chin between his fingers and brings your face closer to his as he inspects you.

“Fuck.” He mumbles under his breath.

“Shoulda seen the other guy.” A failed attempt at a joke, because Bucky doesn’t laugh.

“You did slash him pretty well. With what, you have a knife?”

You bring your fist out of your pocket, keys still clasped between your fingers. The apartment key is bent.

“You did that with those? My god, it looked like a bear hit him.”

“You hit him with that?” You pointed to his metal hand. “It probably looked like a train hit him.”

That one got a chuckle out of him. It was a gruff laugh that came from the bottom of his chest, and it made you feel a bit better.

“This’ll hurt.” He says, starting to dab some disinfectant on your cut. It stings, but you’re too worried to really feel anything. Sure, Trevor lost here, but he already knows where you live. What if he finds you at work? Bucky isn’t there then. Besides, you can’t depend on him to save you anyway. You’re going to have to leave again. You didn’t want to leave again.

“You alright?” You must’ve been crying because Bucky suddenly wiped a tear from your cheek, and is cradling your face in one hand.

The look of absolute worry in his eyes makes the floodgates open again, and you fall forward into his chest, burying your face into his shirt. He’s stiff, but soon enough you feel his arms wrap around you and he holds you closer.

“It’ll be alright. He’s not here.” He whispers in your ear and then stays in silence, slowly rocking you for what feels like an eternity until you finally start to calm down.

You pull away from him and he lets you, holding your face and looking you in the eye.

“Hey, it’ll be alright. Bastards not coming back.”

“He’s not dead.”

“You’re more bloodthirsty than I thought you were.” He smiles a little, just the corner of his mouth lifting up really, and you smile a little back.

“I’m guessing he’s why you’re under a fake name and I.D.?”

You nod.

“How long you been running?”

“Only a month.”

“A month without him finding you? That’s really good.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. But I don’t think he’ll be coming back any time soon.”

“Bucky?”

“Yeah?”

“What are you doing?”

“What do you mean?”

“Why are you talking to me?”

“Be a bit rude to just leave you here and fuck off, wouldn’t it?”

“Didn’t think you cared about politeness.”

“Still would be a bit more rude than I’m gonna allow myself to get.”

“Thanks, then.”

“No problem.”

You both stay in silence as he cleans you up. You feel like he takes longer than he needs to, but you appreciate it anyway.

“You have work tomorrow?” He asks and you shake your head. “Good.”

“I’ll teach you how to fight.”

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky fluff #bucky fanfic #bucky barnes fanfiction #protective bucky #fanfic #trigger warning #marvel fanfic #fluff #angst #bucky angst

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lillygwenstacy · 1 year

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Hold me close part 1

biker dad Bucky Barnes x mom reader

"You think you could sell drugs near the school and get away with it easily? I don't think so."

Bucky was on the verge of breaking someone's neck, more specifically the guy who was tied up in a chair. His face was hidden by his hair so no one could see his bloody face.

This guy was selling drugs near the school where his daughter goes and that was a breaking point for Bucky.

"Buck don't do something you'll regret later. Parker clean up the mess" Steve pulled Bucky out of that room and moved into the meeting hall where the rest was waiting.

Bucky started to pace. He knew he couldn't control everything but then when it comes to his daughter, he'll burn the world down.

"Bucky slows down, take breaths or should I call y/n?" Everyone knows that there are only two people in the world who could make Bucky calm. His daughter Rebecca Barnes and his wife y/n Barnes.

"I don't care Steve I want every place a clean sweep and no trace of drugs. If so, just killing off, makes it easier. "

Bucky was shouting that he didn't notice the door slightly open, nor did he notice his daughter freeze hearing her father's voice booming.

Rebecca wanted to show Bucky her new drawing before going to school. Y/n took Becca to surprise Bucky before going to school.

"Hey, Becca whatcha doing here?" Peter came and saw Becca frozen.

As soon as she heard Peter she raced towards her mom who was waiting outside.

"Hey, Becca ready to go?" Y/n strapped Becca to her seat and all Becca could do was give y/n a nod. She never heard her dad raising his voice.

#biker Bucky Barnes #dad Bucky #protective Bucky #biker dad Bucky

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buckyalpine · 1 year

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Soft King Bucky

Im in the middle of writing this smutty fic with arranged marriage and King Bucky and in the middle of writing it, i had another thot pop up which I have to get out right now like RIGHT NOW.

Imagine soft king Bucky on your wedding night. Its the first time you’ve ever been intimate with someone and your anxiety has been high all night because you know the maids and servants will inspect the sheets the next morning, your honor and dignity thrown to the wind.

But that's the way things were.

You gave yourself to him, letting him touch you and make love to you, sealing the both of you together as you had promised in your vows. He was careful and soft, cradling your body to his, focused on knowing you would be protected along his side, putting your pleasure before his.

You wanted to melt into him, feel every ounce of the love he was willing to give but anxiety held you from letting go, worried about the aftermath, worried about if he see you were pure.

The euphoria that consumed you both pulsed through you as you sat up, your stomach dropping at the stark white sheets. You scrambled up slightly in hopes of something but the sheets were anything but tainted, pure and clean as if you’d never laid on his bed.

“I’m-I’m sorry-” Tears well in your eyes, panic rising in your chest, fearing the anger he’d feel, seeing you as tainted and impure.

“What for darling” He whispered, concerned etched on his face as you let out a choked sob, not knowing what you could possibly go, there was no evidence to show you were pure, untouched before him, to show that he was the only man to have you this way. You squeezed your legs shut, curling up in a ball, shame consuming you, already hearing the words the kingdom would brand you. “My princess?”

“I didn’t-I don’t understand, the sheets- you’re the only one I’ve-” You trembled as he pulled you into his arms, shutting your eyes, unable to watch his disappointment when he saw who he married. Bucky’s brows furrowed, taking a moment to understand why you were so distressed, hiding your face away. He thought over your words, tension crawling up his back, his jaw clenching when he understood your fear. He wrapped his arms tightly around you, keeping you close to his chest, pressing a firm kiss to your head, his lips brushing your hair as he spoke.

“I agreed to marry the intelligent and headstrong princess to rule by my side because her mind and beauty had my heart when I saw her. A fierce woman fit to be by me, when she rode her horse into my kingdom alone, demanding justice for her people without fear of what could happen to her”

He reminisced the day you strode into his castle, head held high, not a drop of fear in your eyes with a dagger strapped to your hip, sword firm in your hand.

He fell in love before you opened your sweet lips to tell him right off.

“Look at me princess” He cupped your cheeks making you meet his intense gaze, thumbing away the tears that streaked your cheeks, “I shared my bed with you because I wanted to love you in in every way possible, not as a test of your worth”

You were still tensed, curling up into him further while he moved you to lay on top of him, your head on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. He pulled the covers over you, protecting you in a cocoon of warmth, tilting your chin to meet his eyes again.

“You have my heart, that is as pure as it gets” tucking your hair away from your face, pulling you in for a kiss to your lips. “No one else gets to decide that, princess, no one”

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heckalecki · 1 year

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Nikes

bucky x reader

Howdy

This collection of one-shots are all inspired (in some way) by the album Blonde by Frank Ocean (a certifiable BANGER may I say.)

Each one-shot will feature lyrics from one track of the album and be somewhat inspired by those lyrics too. Will be a variety of fluff, crack and angst - let me know if you have any specific story requests via my FIC REQUESTS page on tumblr and I will try and fit them in! Go on, give me a follow.

Enjoy <3

“All you want is Nikes

But the real ones just like you

Just like me”

Nikes, Frank Ocean

“You spent how much on shoes?!”

You rolled your eyes and continued to wiggle your feet in your new Nike sneakers, resuming your clumsy happy dance around the Tower kitchen.

“The price isn’t important, Bucky, look how cute they are!” You grinned, unable to tear your eyes off of the baby pink, clear soled trainers. You were zig-zagging around the kitchen table in pigeon steps.

“$300 worth of ‘cute’?” Bucky grumbled and half-heartedly flicked through the newspaper.

“$300?!” Steve balked, actually paling at the amount of money. “That would’ve covered our rent for 30 years in the 1940s.” You rolled your eyes and stopped dancing. l

“Steve, don’t make me explain inflation again .” You sighed. Bucky smirked at the blonde man over his paper before narrowing his eyes at you again.

“$300 is still too much, y/n.” He put the paper down and raised an eyebrow at the shoes. “Why are you doing that ridiculous dance?” You frowned and stopped mid moonwalk, pouting grumpily at your boyfriend.

“I’m testing them out.” You blushed, switching to jogging on the spot. “Making sure they work.” Steve was failing miserably to stifle a chuckle and Bucky’s face creased in confusion.

“Testing them for what? I’m sure they can handle your pace of running…” He teased grumpily, moving to the fridge and getting his second portion of leftovers. You ignored the comment about your speed and switched to star jumps, huffing out an incredulous laugh.

“Running? God, no, I’m not running in these bad-boys. I might scuff ‘em.” You said, crouching down to tighten the pale laces. Bucky all but slammed the fridge in response, spinning to glare at you.

“You’re not even going to use them for running?!” He dragged a metal hand down his face and slumped his shoulders in defeat. You grinned and speed-walked over to Bucky, pressing a wet kiss into his cheek.

—---- 6 hours later —------

“Ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch-” You yelped with every limp back into the Tower elevator. Bucky raised an eyebrow in an ‘I-told-you-so-fashion’, a permanent look of glee on his smug face.

“I told you, doll, I can carry you back to our floor-”

“No! I’m fine, th-they’re just - shit !” You interrupted yourself with a groan and Bucky snorted and put a supportive hand on your lower back. You glared at him but didn’t make an effort to shake him off.

“They’re just new .” You corrected and scowled at the uncomfortable shoes. “I get blisters with all my new shoes.”

Bucky watched you hobble another two steps before rolling his eyes and picking you up bridal style, grinning down at you and walking effortlessly to your shared suite.

“Sure, doll. Whatever you say. Have you at least still got the receipt-” You looked like you were about to protest so Bucky added, “just in case! Just in case.” You looked sheepish and then hid you face in the soldier’s chest. Bucky fixed you a stern look, “Don’t tell me you lost the receipt, Y/n?” You grimaced and mumbled into his chest,

“Well, I kinda threw it away…Not that it’ll matter now the insoles are covered in blood…” You whispered, hoping your boyfriend wouldn’t hear that last part and descend into overprotective, macho chaos.

“Blood?! Why didn’t you say something earlier?” He picked up the speed, shoving open the door to your living room and settling you down on the sofa. He kneeled down in front of you and gently pulled off one of the offending trainers. You winced and couldn’t bring yourselfto refuse the fussing.

“It’s okay, really, I just bleed a lot…” You mumbled, Bucky cut you off with a caring glare, peeling away your bloody sock with a grimace.

“Honey…” He started, looking genuinely upset. “I’m gonna get the kit.” He stood and made his way to the bathroom to retrieve the medical kit that you frequently needed for your clumsy accidents.

He padded over softly, having shucked his own comfy, well-worn trainers. He took your sore foot in hand and wiped away the blood. He softly smeared cream onto your burst blister and pressed a plaster over the area carefully. He finished off by laying a feather-light kiss on the dressed injury.

Bucky looked up at you all soft around the eyes, a lovesick smile plastered on his face.

“You’re an idiot, you know.” He chuckled affectionately.

“ Your idiot.” You grinned

“ My idiot.”

#bucky #bucky x reader #bucky x female reader #grumpy sunshine trope #fluff #crack #the avengers #domestic fluff #minor injury tw #like literally a blister #blood tw #protective bucky #established relationship #steve rogers

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frosthexe · 2 years

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Blood - leveragehunters (Monkeygreen) - Captain America (Movies) [Archive of Our Own]

In a world where magic is as commonplace as electricity, HYDRA worships a god who craves order through death. They used His blood to create fierce Soldiers then enslaved them by chaining their souls.

The man who was James Barnes is the last Soldier, the rest having been put down after succumbing to the call of the Blood. One night, out of control after a mission, the increasingly unstable Soldier runs into Steve Rogers. Instead of being turned into a red smear on the ground, Steve successfully talks him down. HYDRA decides to keep him. The Soldier's the last one they've got; if Steve can keep him calm he's going to do it whether he likes it or not.

Like fractious racehorses have companion goats, they hand Steve off to the Soldier as a kind of pet. But studies have shown pets can ease depression, despair and loneliness, lead to an increased sense of safety and well-being, and provide a source of protection and unconditional love. HYDRA really should have reviewed the literature before they decided to give Steve to the Soldier. Especially since, once Steve Rogers is involved, protectiveness can get slightly out of hand.

#fic rec #stucky #winter soldier #pre serum steve #protective steve #protective bucky #hurt and comfort #angst #slavery

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You’re Mine, Sunshine (masterlist) ♡

♡ Pairing: Grumpy!Bodyguard!Bucky Barnes x Sunshine!Fem!Reader (Mob!Au Bodyguard!Au)

♡ Series Summary: Bucky gets picked by a very rich and respected man to be his daughter’s personal bodyguard. The Father warns him that it won’t be an easy job, that she is a brat and difficult to deal with. But what happens when Bucky meets you and you’re the complete opposite?

♡ Series Warnings: mentions of amputation, dark themes, violence, death/death threats, talk of parent death, fluff, angst, stalking, daddy issues, anxiety attacks/panic attacks, abuse, depression, depressive episodes, PTSD, dry humping, hints to smut, (warnings to be added as new chapters are released)

Trope ⇢ Grumpy x Sunshine ☀️

(SERIES ONGOING)

Last Updated: 9/8/23

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT | SERIES 18+

⇨ Chapter One

↳ After Pierce interviews Bucky for the job, he warns him of you. Bucky is starting to rethink his decision, but when he meets you... you're not what he expected.

⇨ Chapter Two

↳ Bucky takes you home, and later finds you in the library. You both get to know each other a little better, but Bucky is hesitant.

⇨ Chapter Three

↳ Bucky has a surprise meeting with Pierce, getting informed about your secret admire. Meanwhile, Bucky tries to keep things professional, he’s hesitant to cross the line when you need him.

⇨ Chapter Four

↳ You don’t know what to think of Bucky after he took you to bed last night. Bucky can’t continue to keep the stalking situation hidden from you. Something is found on your doorstep.

⇨ Chapter Five

↳ Getting to know each other better doesn’t go according to plan. Bucky has to comfort you and fix the mess he made. Will you forgive him?

⇨ Chapter Six

↳ Bucky receives a morning visit from Steve, with the news about what was in the box. Bucky continues to think about what he should do. Should he tell you the truth about your stalker?

⇨ Chapter Seven

↳ Bucky finds you making a mess in the kitchen, attempting to bake and offers his help. The two of you get to talking and some reveals about each other begin to come out. Will he finally tell you about your stalker?

⇨ Chapter Eight

↳ After a surprise visit from Pierce, tension arises as he threatens Bucky of his job. Pierce wants to have a talk with you and it doesn't go very well.

⇨ Chapter Nine

↳ After the events from the other day, you try and cope with the reality of what happened. The world is a lot less colorful than you remember. Bucky helps comfort you after you realize you have no one left.

⇨ Chapter Ten

↳ Someone comes knocking at your door in the morning. Bucky answers and is surprised with who he finds. Are they going to help them or hurt them?

⇨ Chapter Eleven

↳ The tension can't be ignored anymore between you and Bucky. Steve shows up and he's not alone.

⇨ Chapter Twelve

↳ Reality is hitting you as you, Bucky, Steve and his men all venture off to a secret safe house only Steve knows about. The events from the last couple of days are starting to hit you with a sickening force, leaving you weak and crippled.

⇨ Chapter Thirteen

↳ Your dreams consist of random memories of your parents, but are they really random? Despite the past days of hell—you still find it difficult to resist Bucky. You two spend a heated morning together, devouring each other while you still have these moments.

#bodyguard bucky barnes #bucky barnes #the winter soldier #marvel cinematic universe #reader insert #sebastian stan #buckybarnes #fluff #angst #protective bucky barnes #bucky barnes fic #beefy bucky barnes #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x you #bodyguard au #mob au #mini series #bucky barnes fanfic #masterlist

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ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused · 1 year

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DAY TWENTY-ONE: Anxiety Attack w/ Bucky Barnes

a/n: I'm so close to being caught up, as of now, only two more left before I am!

masterlist | comfortember masterlist | AO3

TAGLIST: @alina02 @louderfortheback @minervadashwood

Sometimes you hated your anxiety, the way it would control your life, how it would dictate your emotions, play your day like a fiddle, so it was no surprise when you ended up curled in on yourself in your shared bed, not even having a chance to start your day as your brain began to make up ridiculous thoughts, imaginary situations that would never end up happening. It was hard to breathe, and you were sweating, your body cold as if you had a fever that broke.

"Hey, hey, hey, what's going on?" Your boyfriend quickly asked as he rushed to where you were laying. "I can't — they can't take you from me." You all but cried. He helped to lift your body up, propping you up against the pillows as he sat on the side of the bed. "Who's going to take me away from you?" He asked you softly. "Hydra. They— they're going to break you, they're going to take my Bucky away from me!" He pulled you into his body, his warmth and the chilliness of his metal arm was a grounding difference as you attempted to fix your breathing patterns.

"Baby, no. No one's going to take you away from me. They're done. Gone. Dead. And you know me and Sam took care of those supersoldiers, so there's nothing that you've got to worry about." You gripped onto him tightly, his breaths helping you catch yours as they began to match.

"Promise?" You couldn't help but whisper.

"I promise, doll."

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veltana · 6 months

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No one as sweet as you - Mafia!Stucky/Reader

✦ Pairing: Stucky/Reader ✦ Word count: ~9,4k ✦ Rating: Explicit ✦ Warnings: Mafia AU, best friends to lovers, hurt/comfort, angst, fluff, protective!stucky, TW: reader is verbally and physically abused by john walker, idiots in love, sharing a bed, poly relationship, piv sex, dirty talk, cunnilingus, praise kink, pet names (Sweets), unprotected sex, creampie. ✦ Summary: When you’re hurt by your boyfriend you go to the two people you can depend on for anything, Steve and Bucky, your best friends. ✦ Note: This is a fic that was previously posted on AO3, at the beginning of the year. But since I'm stuck in writer's block right now I thought I would post this in case you haven't read it. It's one of my favorites. There are some short prequel fics to this also posted on AO3, about when they were living together in college. I'll post those too in the following weeks.

Series masterlist

Masterlist | AO3

The bouncer gives you one glance before he opens the door for you and the line of people you pass shout angrily but you don’t even spare them a glance, your thoughts elsewhere. The music in the club usually invigorates you but tonight it passes through without leaving a trace.

Making your way to Monica at the bar, the people you pass shoot you weird glances and you know you must look a mess. When she sees you she comes right over, the music is too loud to talk so you share a squeeze of the forearm in place of a hug before she pours you your favorite wine, with a pitying smile at your smeared mascara. You throw a kiss at her before making your way to the back and once again the big man at the door opens it for you after a quick look.

The music is muted as you make your way to the stairs at the back that take you up to their private room. When your heels land at the top and you meet Bucky's eyes he lifts the girl currently on his lap off and declares "Everyone out."

Steve shoots him an irritated look before his eyes follow Bucky's and sees you. You stand perfectly still while the women and men who were enjoying a private party with two of the biggest mobsters in New York mill past you down the stairs, some even shoot you dirty looks.

When the last person has passed, you take a step towards them, but before you're two steps in, Bucky has taken the glass from your hand and Steve has lifted you into his arms. You cling to him, hands grasping his shirts, and finally, you know you’re safe.

Steve sits down with you in his lap, cradling your head to lean it against him, the other arm holding you tight at your waist. Bucky's palms are gentle when he rubs your back soothingly. None of them say anything at first but the tears running down your face speak for themselves. You made it all the way without breaking down but with them, you can be vulnerable. For the last seven years, they’ve been the rock, the shelter, and your haven.

"Talk to us, Sweets," Bucky's voice is only that soft with you, maybe sometimes with Steve too, “What’s going on?” You try to take a deep breath, but it just stutters. After a few more tries it’s better but you’re not sure where to begin. They give you time, and don't press you on information, like they otherwise do in their line of work.

Finally, you release Steve's shirt and instead, you find the hand he has wrapped around your waist, twisting the rings on his fingers as you try to speak. You don't want to look at them, the shame and the anxiety is running high in your body but you want to tell them, you just have to find the right words.

"You know the guy I've been seeing," you start and feel Steve's arms tighten around you. Before you can say more Bucky mutters "I'm gonna kill him." Steve is calmer and asks, "What about John, Sweets?" He speaks into your hair, his voice is gentle but it has a hard edge. "He's been so sweet since we started going out, but he's been having a rough time at work lately," you squeeze your eyes shut, not wanting to remember, your heart beating like crazy. The memories bring forth the panic and the fear again and your breath gets shallow.

"It's alright Sweets, you're here with us, nothing can hurt you," Bucky's low voice is comforting, together with their touch, and you know he’s telling you the truth. It’s the reason you came here instead of going home.

You take a few more breaths and continue "So I thought I'd do something nice for him. We had a spa day and while he soaked in the tub I made dinner and dressed up for him." Frowning hard, your fingers spin the rings on Steve's hand faster and faster the more your anxiety builds, knowing what’s coming.

"And everything was great until I poured the wine and spilled some on the tablecloth." Your mouth opens and closes a few times and the tears start to fall again but Bucky is there with his thumbs, cradling your face and brushing them away, while Steve rocks you gently in his embrace.

"He was furious," you cry. "Said I ruined everything! He threw the wine in my face, then the bottle across the room. He tried to grab me but I ran out of there." There is a long silence when you finish, it’s just your sobs and the music from the other side of the wall. Then Steve says "I'm gonna fucking kill him," his voice laced with rage, and he hugs you even closer.

"I took a cab here, I didn’t know where else to go, I didn’t wanna go home." With the last words out you feel a small relief. You’ve told them. You’ve told someone. The scene still plays in your head, seeing John's eyes turn black with rage when the drops of rosé landed on the white linen, feeling the fear when he started screaming.

"Thank you for telling us, Sweets. You’re an incredible person," Steve says and moves you out of his lap and over to Bucky's. They treat you with the utmost care, moving slowly, giving you time to protest if you want, or detangle yourself if that's what you desire. But you let them manipulate your body how they like because sometimes they know what you need more than you do.

"You did nothing wrong," he goes on to say, holding onto your hands, letting his thumbs caress the skin. "John is an absolute fucking asshole and no one should be treated like that.” You meet his green-blue eyes that are only soft for you, and Bucky. Right now, Steve isn’t the feared mobster that people avert their eyes from when he enters a room, scared they’re going to end up in a ditch because they looked at him wrong. No, this Steve is your best friend.

"I don't want to be scared, and I don't want to go home in case he comes there," you confess. "You'll stay with us," Bucky decides, voice finite. "Let’s go home so you can take a shower and change clothes." You nod and are about to stand up but Bucky is quicker, changing his grip and holding you close as he gets up. He carries you to the car and doesn't let go of you until you're in their mansion, in the room you have there.

When he puts you down your feet are a little unsteady and they both look at you with concern, but you give them a weak smile “It’s okay.” "We'll be right outside, shout if you need anything," Steve tells you and when you nod they both step out and close the door softly behind them.

For a moment you stand still, trying to make sense of the last hours, wondering how everything went to shit. Then you finally get a good look at yourself in the tall mirror and see the black rivulets of mascara and eyeliner smudged down your cheeks, the foundation almost gone.

The dress is ruined by the wine and even if it was expensive and you can get it dry cleaned you don’t want it anymore. You pull it off and throw it into the trash can, quickly followed by the heels. The lingerie is one of your favorite sets but you're unsure if you will ever be able to enjoy it again without remembering how you chose it especially for John. After a moment it goes into the trash, and the earrings too, feeling like you need everything from the night to be gone.

The only thing you keep on your body is the necklace that was a gift from Bucky and Steve years ago and you haven’t taken it off since. It's custom-made with three delicate chains in gold, silver, and black twisted together. You loved it the moment you saw it, knowing that the chains were the three of you, twisted together through the rest of your lives. When you touch it with your fingers it makes you feel better, because you can feel them with you.

The shower feels more than just bodily cleansing and when you remove the last pieces of your smeared makeup, smoothing eye cream over your puffy eyes, the feeling of fear and panic is distant.

In the closet are a bunch of your clothes, probably more than you like to admit, but the best part is the drawer with their old t-shirts. You pull one out, not sure which of them it used to belong to, but it’s worn and soft against your skin. For a moment you press it against your nose, breathing in the detergent that reminds you of this place and all the wonderful memories that you have with them, before you find your pajama pants.

Out in your room you sit on the bed and look around at the muted colors. Bucky and Steve insisted that the room was yours, not just a guest room, and it makes you smile a little when you think about how much fun you had decorating it.

After taking a deep breath you open the door and find them just a few steps away. The look in Bucky's eyes is murderous and Steve's fists are clenched by his side, but when they turn to you they go back to being your best friends that you met in college all those years ago. "How are you feeling?" Bucky steps up to you and pulls you into a soft hug, tucking your head underneath his chin as you wrap your arms around his waist, breathing in the smell of him. Steve comes up behind you, placing his palms on your shoulders, rubbing the muscles carefully. "Better now," you answer. "But I never had dinner so I'm a bit hungry."

Bucky pulls away from you, cradling your face, tilting it up until you're looking right into his light blue eyes. "Let's go raid the kitchen," he smiles and holds your gaze for a few seconds more and there is so much love in those eyes it's almost scary. You know he would burn down the city if it made you happy, they both would, and that intensity is one of the many things that have kept you from finding out what it would be like to be theirs. You're not sure you'd be able to handle it.

When Bucky lets go of you, Steve's arm goes around your waist and he pulls you into him, Bucky takes your hand, lacing your fingers together, and you walk to the kitchen. You sit down at the kitchen island while they open the fridge.

"The chef made mac'n’cheese," Steve says and pulls out an oven pan, covered in tin foil with a post-it note on top with instructions for heating it. Bucky turns on the oven and says, "Want something to drink Sweets?"

"Soda?" you ask and Steve pulls a can out of the fridge before settling down beside you, handing it to you. You hand it right back "Please? I don't wanna fuck up my nails." That makes him chuckle as he opens it and the sound makes you warm on the inside so you lean your head against his shoulder.

"Thank you," you sigh. "For always being here for me. I'm sorry I ruined your party." "You didn't ruin shit," Bucky spits out, glaring at you from where he is standing by the oven. Steve and you chuckle at his harsh tone but then he leans forward, over the counter towards you, resting his large arms against the surface.

"I mean it, Sweets, don't you ever think you ruin anything by showing up, for any reason," his voice is stern but you know it comes from a place of love. "Thank you, Bucky, it means a lot," you smile.

When the oven is warm Bucky puts the tray in and pulls out plates. It only takes a few minutes and your tummy rumbles as the kitchen fills with the smell of cheese. Bucky and Steve make small talk about work things and you're grateful for them filling the silence while you finally get some food.

But it isn't the nice chicken that you cooked for John that you looked forward to eating and your eyes begin to burn. Even though you try to force the tears back they come anyway and run down your cheeks as you eat. Neither Bucky nor Steve notice until you reach for a paper towel and sniffle loudly. Not a second later you're wrapped up in Steve's embrace, crying into his shirt again while Bucky caresses your hair and nape. They mumble sweet things to you and tell you that you're safe and that nothing is ever going to hurt you again.

After a few minutes, the tears run dry. "I'm okay," you say and Steve loosens his hold, his eyes filled with concern for you. "You sure?" "Yeah, but I feel like I've been hit by a truck. Should probably try to get some sleep.” "We're sleeping in my room," Bucky decides and you nod, Steve too.

It's not unusual for the three of you to share a bed when one of you has had a rough time. The first time it happened was after finals and you all fell asleep in Steve's bed, totally exhausted, and slept better than you'd had in weeks.

Then it was after break-ups, yours, Steve's, Bucky's, somehow you all ended up in a bed together every time and it wasn't sexual at any point, just friends being there for each other and it continued through the years. The only time it was out of the question was when one of you was in a relationship, then it just felt weird, and from previous experience, it wasn't something that partners were all that accepting of.

You retrieve your pillows and cover from your room before settling in Bucky’s huge bed, your feet twisted up with Steve's, and Bucky is holding your hand. It's nice, it's familiar and you drift off knowing you're safe with them.

The room is dark when their soft voices wake you, but that might be because of the black-out curtains and not because it's still night. They’ve moved close enough to you that you can feel the warmth from their bodies on either side of you, and Bucky’s chest is right in front of your eyes when you open them slightly to peek. They don't notice you're awake and you don't feel like announcing it either, curious what they’re talking about.

"We let her decide." Even if Steve's tone is hushed it's still hard. "She is too sweet, you know she would never hurt a fly, she's going to say no," Bucky protests harshly in a whisper. This is interesting, you think.

"Even if you and I are fine with getting blood on our hands, maybe she doesn't want to live with that, maybe she wants to press charges." Steve has always been the more level-headed of the two, good with looking at things from all angles and keeping his cool. Bucky huffs and you want to giggle. His emotions always get him in trouble, even if he doesn’t want to admit it. When Bucky is angry he sees red and when he loves he does it with his whole soul and being. One time you asked Steve how he isn’t dead yet since his poker face seems to suck, but Steve explained that when they’re doing business he is usually calm and collected. When his emotions finally break through, people know they should probably run.

"Fine.” You can tell Bucky is not happy but he lowers his voice even more, and now it’s tinged with something else. “But I'm never letting her go again." His words together with his gentle tone make your heart skip. There was a time when you seriously thought about asking them to see if the three of you could work it out, and be more than just friends. But what you have with them is so precious that if it fails in the end, and you lose your best friends, you're not sure how you're going to go on.

"And you think I will?" Steve mutters. "We should have said something a long time ago." "Well, we can't go back in time. All I know is that I love her and I can't see her with anyone else ever again," Bucky's voice sounds like it's going to crack. He never cries but that is as close as it gets.

Steve reaches over you towards him, you can't see what he does but you know how Steve's comforting hands look on Bucky, you've seen it before. Sometimes they're even sweeter with each other than they are with you, when they think no one can see them, not even you. It's so clear that they love each other deeply, honestly it's surprising that they don't just date each other.

You hear Bucky hum in contentment and Steve gives a small soft laugh. It feels like a good time as any to pretend to wake up. You file away their words for another day, not ready to deal with them now in the wake of what’s happened. First, you need to heal the broken heart you're already nursing before thinking about giving it away again.

With a groan you turn from your side to your back, stretching and blinking your eyes open. They're lying on their sides, both resting their heads on their hands. "What time is it?" you mumble, rubbing your eyes. "Just past nine," Bucky informs you and brushes a few strands of hair out of your face. "And you two are still here?" "Just for you," Steve says softly and finds your hand, twisting your fingers together.

Both of them are early risers and you hate mornings, something they tease you for endlessly. "Honestly though, have you already, like, gone for a run, had breakfast, and then sealed some important deal?" "Nope." Bucky slides his arm in under your neck, placing the other hand on your hip, and pulls you closer to him. "We didn't want to leave in case you woke up." Steve shuffles closer, his chest pressing into your shoulder. "Didn't want you to think we left you all by yourself."

You hum and decide to ask "Would it be okay if I stay here a few days?" "Sweets, stay as long as you want. It's your home as much as ours,” Steve answers. "No,” you correct. “My name is definitely not on any papers for this house." "We can fix that if that's what you want. Just move here." Bucky is serious but you decide to laugh it off. "You'd like that wouldn't you?" "Like old times." he smiles.

"Except I have no desire to listen to the people you bring home scream and moan, got enough of that in college,” tumbles out of your mouth without really thinking of it. They exchange a look but before they can say anything you hastily continue. "Do you think I need to break up with John, or do you think he got the message when I left?"

An uneasy silence falls and Bucky breaks it. "I'm gonna be honest with you Sweets, I really wanna fucking kill him, and make it as painful and as horrifying for him as possible. Death will feel like a blessing in the end." Steve speaks next. "But it's your decision, and if you wanna press charges against him, we'll make our lawyers available."

It’s a lot to take in at that moment. "I don't know,” you answer truthfully. “It still hurts, I'm still scared but I'm not sure what will make it better." "When you've decided you let us know and we'll do whatever you want." Steve bends down to kiss the top of your head.

"If I see him on the street or something though I'm gonna punch him," Bucky says casually before letting go of you and getting out of bed. When his warmth leaves you, you whine and that makes him chuckle. He kneels on the bed and kisses your forehead. "Steve will keep you company while I make breakfast." "You mean go get what the chef has already prepared?" you joke. Bucky shoots you a look before leaving the bedroom.

"We should be glad he isn't actually cooking. Remember when he tried to make pancakes for his girlfriend and almost burned down the apartment," Steve notes. "That's because he got distracted. I mean, I'm glad I came out of my room when I did but the image of Bucky and her on the kitchen table still haunts me," you chuckle.

"You weren't exactly innocent back in those days either," Steve points out with a laugh. "But I never did it on the communal surfaces," you defend with a huff. "No, all we got was listening to you trying to stifle every sound and failing miserably." "Well, at least I didn't break a wall while fucking someone." "It was a shitty wall, never have that problem here." "See that's why I don't wanna move here." "We can soundproof your room?" "Or I can just live in my apartment?"

Bucky comes back with a breakfast tray and places it on the bedside table before pulling out your phone from his pants. "It's been buzzing nonstop since I got down," he explains and hands it to you right as the screen lights up with an incoming call.

"It's John," you tell them, and your chest floods with anxiety as you stare at the screen and sit up against the headboard. "Answer it," Steve sits up beside you, his shoulder brushing yours. Bucky is pressed against you much the same on your other side. "On speaker," he instructs and takes out his own phone to record the call.

Your hands shake as you swipe to answer. "H-hello." Your voice is wavering. "Baby! I'm sorry for yesterday, I'm sorry I got mad. I've been calling since you left, I've been so worried. I checked your place but you weren't home. Where are you?" John says in a worried voice. "I'm at a friend's house," you reply.

The feelings in your chest are conflicted, on one hand you never want to see him again but hearing his voice makes you remember that when he is good he is great, amazing even, and you would be lying if you said you didn't miss him. For the last few months, you gave it your all and you were even prepared to tell him you love him.

"I'll come and pick you up and let me apologize properly," he sounds pained like he is actually sorry for what he did. Fuck, it's so tempting to go back but you know better. You know that this is just the tip of the iceberg, and getting wine thrown in your face is probably not the worst that can happen.

"No, John." You try to sound confident but you're not sure it comes across. "I don't think it's going to work out between us." The moment you say the words the tears well up and Steve starts rubbing your shoulder." You're doing great," he whispers right by your ear so John doesn't hear.

"Are you-" John sounds shocked. "Are you breaking up with me… over the phone?" "Yeah, sorry." You cringe, you shouldn't be sorry. "You scared me yesterday and I feel like I don't know you anymore."

"Babe you don't need to be scared of me, I would never hurt you I swear," he sounds like he is about to cry and a part of you wants to comfort him. "You threw wine in my face and said some really mean things," you point out.

"I didn't mean any of that, I promise. You know I've had a lot on my plate lately and I didn't mean to take it out on you." There is some part of you that desperately wants to believe him. "That's not an excuse," you go on. "I'm not an object for you to take out your frustration on. It's not going to work John."

There is a long silence before he speaks again and now his voice is laced with rage instead. "Then you can come get your fucking things right now." "John, please don't-" you start but he cuts you off.

"You fucking bitch, you lead me on for months and then you break up with me over the phone, because what? You think I’m gonna hit you or something?" "Yeah, maybe," you answer truthfully. "You're such a dumb bitch, I would never lay a hand on a woman I care about."

Both Steve and Bucky stir beside you. When you shoot them a glance they are both staring at the screen with murder in their eyes. "Calling me names won't change my mind, John," it hurts when he says them, like an actual stab in the heart and it brings out more tears.

Bucky leans over and taps the mute button. "There is no way you're going over there, we'll send Sam and Vis." You nod and unmute while John is raging on about how dumb and useless you are and how he wishes he'd never wasted his time on you. "I'm going to send some friends to pick up my things."

"Oh, so you won't even face me yourself?” his voice is unrecognizable now. “You know what? I'm glad for what I did, I'm not sorry anymore, you're obviously a fucking coward and not worth a second of my time." Every ounce of fight is gone from you, you're just tired and want it to be over. You don’t want to listen to the hurtful words anymore so you simply say "Goodbye John," and don't even wait for a response before hanging up. You drop the phone into the sheets and bury your face in your hands, your body jerking with sobs.

Steve and Bucky’s arms go around you but you hardly notice, everything is just excruciating pain, your heart smashed into a million pieces. Twenty-four hours ago you were happy with a man you thought you knew, and loved, but now everything is broken and you're not sure what you’re going to do next.

It takes a long time for you to stop crying and when it finally ends you're exhausted, again. The coffee Bucky brought has gone cold but Steve holds a glass of juice to your lips and makes you take a few sips before coaxing some yogurt into your mouth. "Steve is going to stay with you while I take care of a few things. If you need me, you tell him and I'll be right back," Bucky promises when he leaves the bed again, taking the tray with him out of the bedroom.

"Is he going to kill him?" you ask softly as you sink down under the covers. Steve puts his arm around your waist and pulls you into his chest until your face is squished against it. "No," his voice is soft. "Not without me." "Steve…" "Can you blame us, Sweets? John was lucky it was over the phone or else we would have beaten him into a pulp for saying those things."

"He never acted like that before," you whisper. "I'm just happy you got out before he put his hands on you," Steve whispers back. "If you had shown up with bruises yesterday I might have lost it." "I love you," you tell him and he kisses the top of your head. "I love you too, Sweets, and I know Bucky feels just the same." You hum and let the exhaustion take over.

They have switched when you wake the next time, you're in Bucky's arms and he is carding his fingers through your hair speaking quietly to you. "Wake up Sweets, it's time for dinner."

Even if you’ve slept right through lunch you shake your head and swing your leg over his hip, clinging to him. "Don't wanna get up," you whine. "If you eat dinner, we can watch a movie on the couch afterward." He knows just how to tempt you and you need something to try and take your mind off everything.

"Candy?" you pull back. Even if the light in the room is dim you can still see the blue in his eyes, and the crinkles at the corners when he smiles. "You know we keep stock of everything you like, there is always something sweet for our Sweets."

You hug him hard. "I love you Bucky, you know that right?" "I love you too, Sweets." He kisses the top of your head, much like Steve did earlier. "And I know Steve feels just the same." That makes you giggle "Steve said the same thing." "Well he is a smart man," he shrugs.

Bucky all but pulls you out of bed but he doesn't force you to change out of your pajamas. He leads you to the kitchen where Steve is plating the food and your stomach grumbles when you smell it. They have set the table with candles and it looks lovely but it also reminds you of your last candle-lit dinner. Bucky sees the look on your face turns you away from it and tilts your chin up with his fingertips, "It’s…” he begins, hesitating, trying to find the right words. “We want to replace every bad memory, but if it’s too much too soon we’ll throw it all out.”

The scary thing is that he is serious. If you said the word they would throw everything out, but you don't want that, you want a nice dinner with them and try to get past what happened. Maybe it will help, maybe it won’t but you won’t know until you’ve tried. And if there is one thing you know for sure, it is that you are safe with them.

“It’s fine, I’ll try,” you promise with a smile before turning around to sit down at the table. Steve serves the food and Bucky pours you a glass of wine. After a few bites, Bucky brings up some stupid shit the three of you did a long time ago and through dinner, you reminisce about old times.

Since meeting John you haven't seen them as much because you learned early on that partners were weirded out or even jealous of what you had with them. Right now you can’t fathom why you would ever do that, because these two people are the best thing in your life.

You fold your napkin into your lap and look at them. "I'm sorry for, like, ghosting you the last few months," you swallow hard. "I've been a shitty friend but you always take care of me when I need you, and I’m so thankful for that. I promise I’ll do better."

"It's okay sweets," Steve smiles and reaches over the table to grasp your hand. Bucky takes the other and his thumb caresses your knuckles. "Don't apologize, there is no need." The lump in your throat is from love and not from sadness this time and you don't try to speak, just nod, squeezing their hands back.

Afterward, you cuddle up on the couch to watch a movie but ten minutes in you're already nodding off. When Steve and Bucky notice you're asleep they turn the TV off and Steve carries you up to Bucky's bedroom. "She has work tomorrow," Bucky whispers and pulls the cover up over your body. "Fuck, should we wake her?" Steve asks back. "No, let her sleep, she starts at nine so if we let her sleep til seven it should be fine."

Fortunately, the alarm on your phone goes off as usual but when you turn to snooze it, you instead roll into a warm chest. Steve grumbles and reaches for your phone, handing it to you before seizing you around the waist, and burying his face in your neck.

“Hey, I have to get up,” you mutter. It feels like your eyes are filled with sand and your head is pounding but you have to go to work nonetheless. “You don’t have to work,” he speaks into your skin and it makes a tingling feeling travel through you.

“Don’t be silly, let go of me,” you chuckle and detangle yourself. The other side of the bed is empty, Bucky already up. You drag yourself over to your room to shower before getting ready and eating breakfast. Steve insists on driving you to work and Bucky comes and sees you off with a long hug and a kiss on your hair. “I’ve put Clint and Peter to watch your apartment and Sam and Vis are going to be outside your work all day, Sweets.” “Thank you, Bucky.”

When Steve drops you off he points out the car. "If you see John or you for any other reason feel unsafe you can go to them right away, or call us,” he tucks a strand of hair in behind your ear. “Don’t hesitate. You mean everything to us and we want to keep you safe, Sweets,” You nod. “Thank you, Steve,” you whisper, leaning over the console to kiss his cheek before heading to work.

What you told yourself would only be a few days, turns into a few weeks and now it’s almost two months. Despite your initial refusal, you’re enjoying living with them again. A few times after the break-up, John tried to contact you and every time the phone started buzzing and your anxiety spiked you found one of them and they helped you through it.

You haven’t slept in your room once and neither has Steve, it's always the three of you sleeping in Bucky's bed. It could be because Bucky has an expensive bed that you sleep so soundly, but in the back of your head, you know it’s because their presence calms you.

If Bucky or Steve can't drive you to work, someone else does, your own car is still parked on the street by your apartment and you don’t have any desire to go get it. But you do miss some of your clothes, and toiletries, so maybe you should take it as a sign that you need to go back.

After getting home from work that day you walk up to their office, a little apprehensive. Both of them are leaning over the desk when you poke your head in, their cuffs rolled up, exposing their underarms. It’s enough to make your stomach flip, they look too good. Steve sees you first and a smile splits his face. “Hey Sweets, have a good day at work?”

Bucky turns and opens his arms towards you when you step into the room. His hug is warm and comforting and you answer Steve’s question with a yes, before taking a step back from them. "I know I said I was only going to stay a few days but it's been way more than that now, so I think I'll go back to my place after work tomorrow." You try to sound as neutral as possible, neither sad nor happy, just stating a fact.

"No," Bucky breathes, fists tightening at his sides. "I agree with Bucky, don't leave," Steve's voice is calm and his face doesn’t give much away but his eyes are betraying him, they’re too glossy, too wide, and too filled with fear to miss.

The other reason you need to go back home is the way they are treating you and touching you. It’s making your feelings run wild and you can't have that, you can’t risk losing them too. And if that wasn't enough they've invaded your dreams with their touches and words, making you wake up aching for them in a way that is totally inappropriate.

"I can't stay, you know that," you sigh. "No, I don't." Bucky is frustrated, staring at you. "I really fucking don't know why you can't stay. We love having you here and you seem to love being here. Just stay."

His mood is making you defensive, you don't want to explain that you're obviously catching feelings soon after getting out of something traumatic. You need to think, and every time you wake up drenched, tucked in between them you are seconds away from ruining everything by confessing or honestly just taking one of their hands and pushing it in between your legs, hoping they will help you get off.

"I need my own space, Bucky," you cross your arms and glare at him. "You have your own room," he states and takes a step closer. "That I don't use anyway," you reply and take a step back. "Because you don't want to!" His raised voice silences you not because you're scared but because he's right. Bucky isn’t stupid and he's not the type to sugarcoat things when he's upset.

Your heart is hammering. "No I don't want to," you confess with a breath. "But I need to." Then you turn to go but only get a step from the desk before Steve grabs your wrist. He spins you into his chest, Bucky coming up behind you, boxing you in between them. Bucky's head falls on your shoulder. "I can't let you go again, Sweets, I can't do it."

Your mind flashes back to the morning when you pretended to sleep and heard them talking. The breath in your chest hitches as you look up into Steve's blue-green eyes. “I’m with him, Sweets,” he says in a low voice and cups your cheek with his large hand. “You belong here, with us.”

Your mouth opens and you try to protest but it dies on your tongue and Steve takes the opportunity to continue. "We love you, more than anything, we want you to be ours, more than just our best friend. Live with us, be with us in every sense of the word. All three of us, together," his voice wavers at the end.

The words sink in slowly. Be with them. Be theirs. Stay. Your body is aching to say yes and your heart is about to beat its way out of your chest. “But…” “All I know is that I feel incomplete without you, like a part of my soul is somewhere else, and the only time I'm at peace is when I'm with you two. I can't keep living like a part of me is missing. So I'm asking you, please stay, please help us figure this out and be with us." Bucky’s arms wrap around your waist. "Every time I see you with someone else my heart gets ripped out of my chest and I've tried to be with other people, we both have, but in the end, they’re not you."

Their confessions break down your defenses as their words ring true. In all your relationships over the years, there's always been something missing but you've never been able to figure out what. There's been passion and there's been love but it's always lacking something and now you think you get it. It has lacked them and the deep connection you share through years and years of friendship. Feeling stupid about wanting to leave and thinking you weren’t ready to be with them makes tears well in your eyes. Whatever it is you three can figure it out, it may not be traditional but it beats being unhappy.

"Don't cry, Sweets." Steve runs his thumb over your cheek. You lean your head into his chest, nodding against it. "I'll stay," you sniffle. The arms around your waist tighten and Bucky speaks into your shoulder. "Really Sweets?" he sounds like he’s worried that maybe you're joking.

"Really Bucky," you promise, wrapping your arms around Steve and hugging him close. For a moment it’s just the three of you enveloped in your shared love but then Bucky rights himself and you look up at him over your shoulder, matching his silly smile.

He leans in like he is about to kiss you but he stops himself, his eyes searching yours for something, and it's scary. If you take the plunge everything will change, or maybe it won't, but it feels like an earthquake is rolling through your life, upsetting everything and if you let him kiss you it will be real. But that's what you want.

"Please?" you ask him and his whole face lights up before he closes the distance and presses his lips to yours. It could be described as fireworks, an erupting volcano, or maybe feeling the first rays of sunlight on your skin after years in darkness, but nothing will come close to the feeling of being kissed by Bucky.

It's a chaste kiss with just his lips moving carefully against yours. It's over quicker than you want but in his place is Steve, turning your head back towards him and descending on you. His fingers run through your hair and he opens your mouth to let his tongue play with yours, the feeling once again indescribable, it's just the feeling of right. Everything about it feels right.

Even if the kiss is slow when he pulls back your breathing is labored and you're clutching his shirt. "I-" you begin but can’t find any words. That kiss ignited something inside you, it's like you're seeing color for the first time, everything is clearer and sharper. What even was your life before?

"Are doing okay Sweets?" Bucky asks next to your ear and you nod in response. When his soft lips caress the side of your neck you whimper and lean your head to give him better access, he chuckles against your skin, nipping it and making you gasp. "I wanna eat you up, find out what you taste like everywhere."

It’s a badly kept secret that Bucky has a marking kink. You’ve seen his exes, you know he's possessive and likes to leave marks. You can't wait to have them on you so you whisper, "Mark me.”

Steve chuckles above you. "She knows you, Bucky," he says with a smile. "You too, Steve, please?" You’re almost begging, but not quite, just asking nicely. "You want me to give you a hickey?" he asks with a crooked smile but those eyes are too easy to read. He craves you. "Or a bruise, or a bite mark, something, anything," "Fuck…" His face changes to match his dark eyes. "You want everyone to know you belong to us, Sweets?" he asks with a hoarse voice and you feel the large bulge in his pants press against your stomach.

You nod, biting your lip. "Show me how you do it, Bucky.” They spin you around and Bucky grabs at the collar of your blouse, pulling harshly, sending the buttons flying over the office. “Hey-” you begin but he pulls the fabric aside exposing the juncture between your shoulder and neck. First, he sinks his teeth in, hard enough for you to hiss but not breaking the skin, then he closes his lips and sucks.

It's painful but the act in itself makes you throb. When he pulls back you release your breath but Steve is quick to pull the neckline on the other side and do the exact same thing. He is gentler but when he's done there is still a purple bruise on your skin. "Fuck me," you whimper against Bucky.

"Yes, Sweets, we will. Long and hard until you can't take it anymore. We're going to ruin you." Steve promises before he grabs you and lifts you up, spinning you so you can wrap your legs around him as he starts walking to the bedroom, Bucky right behind you. You reach your hand out towards him and he grabs it, kissing your palm and knuckles. "We're going to take care of you Sweets, you'll never want for anything," he promises with a wicked smirk.

Steve places you on the edge of the bed and stands up, looking down at you. Bucky comes up beside him, resting his forearm on Steve's shoulder. "Look at our sweets, can you believe it?" Bucky asks. Steve turns to him with a smile. "Yes." Then he places two fingers under Bucky's chin, turning his head before kissing him. It's heated, filthy and it's the hottest thing you've ever seen. You squeeze your legs together to alleviate some of the pressure you're feeling in your cunt. Their kiss shows that it's nothing new, they've obviously done it before and you're a little mad that they have withheld this from you.

When Steve starts pulling on Bucky's clothes you can't keep the moan from slipping out. They both break away and turn to you and you feel small in the best way possible. "Did you like that?" Bucky asks before leaning down and kissing you.

The knowledge that his tongue was just in Steve's mouth and is now sliding against yours makes you moan again. You start undoing the buttons on his shirt and he pulls on your top. When you separate, he pulls it off and you’re left in just your bralette. Steve makes a sound in the back of his throat at the sight and starts taking off his own clothes.

Bucky kneels in front of you on the floor, unbuttoning your pants and pulling them off, while you stare at Steve as more and more skin is revealed. He holds your gaze the whole time and you bite your lip when he starts at his pants. His chest and forearms are huge, covered in tattoos but in no way hiding the muscle underneath. It makes your mouth water and your cunt clench.

Bucky starts kissing up your bare leg, beginning at your ankles and slowly working his way up your calve and the inside of your thigh. When you're still staring at Steve he nips your skin. "I know he's gorgeous but when I eat your pussy I want your eyes on me, Sweets." He tries to look offended but his pupils are blown wide with lust.

Just the thought of him between your legs makes a shiver run through you and your cunt impossibly wetter. Nodding at him you caress the side of his face and watch him, the closer he gets, the more you start to tremble with need. No one had ever made you feel so needy and horny.

Bucky kisses your cunt through your underwear, making you gasp. "Please Bucky, I need you." "I know, I can smell how fucking wet you are Sweets." He twists your panties out of the way. "Fuck, Steve, look at her, she's dripping."

Steve, in just his underwear now, slides his fingers gently through the mess, making you tremble and moan, before bringing the fingers to his mouth and holding your gaze as he licks them clean. Then Bucky's mouth is on you, his tongue licking from your core up to your clit.

"Fuck-fuck-fuck-" you cry and grab the sheets under you, bucking up into his touch. Steve chuckles and gets behind you on the bed. "He looks like he's in heaven, Sweets. He has wanted you for so long." You feel his fingers undo the clasp of your bra and then slide it off. His hands cup your tits a second later, making more sounds spill out of your mouth. His fingers rub, caress, and pull on your nipples while Bucky is hurdling you toward your climax.

"I'm- I'm gonna-" Your legs shake and you grab Steve's arm with one hand, the other going to Bucky's head, grabbing his short hair. Every muscle in your body tenses right before the coil snaps, making you scream out your release, riding Bucky's face and feeling the pleasure-filled waves travel through your body.

You slump against Steve's and he holds you. Bucky pulls back with a shit-eating grin, wiping his face with the back of his hand, saying "Fuck Sweets," before he stands up and starts taking off his clothes.

You already feel amazing, high off your orgasm but you want more and Steve's hard-on is pressing into your back. You turn around on the bed. "Move up," you tell him and his smirk is knowing but he does as you say and moves to sit against the headboard.

You rid yourself of your drenched panties before grabbing his boxers and pulling them off. "Eager Sweets?" he chuckles and fists his cock as soon as it's free. It's thick and long as him and you can't fucking wait. You bite your lip before asking "Condom?"

"I know we should but I want to feel you raw Sweets,” he confesses. “Are you on birth control?" "Sure, and I got tested the week after…" you trail off not wanting the bad memories to ruin the moment. Bucky's heat is suddenly behind you, grabbing your hair and forcing your head back to kiss you deeply. When he lets go he says, "Steve and I got tested like a week before you moved in and I've not even looked another person's way since then." Steve laughs "And I haven't fucked anyone either so get over here and ride my cock Sweets."

To say you scramble is an accurate description, quickly shuffling over to him and straddling his hips. You hold onto his shoulders as he swipes the head of his cock through your mess, holding it still for you to sink down on.

All three of you moan in unison as his dick disappears into your tight hot channel. The grip Steve has on your hips is almost bruising and the look on his face is painful. “F-fuck. Sweets. Damn.” Is all he gets out. You lean in, kissing his cheeks and chin and lips, and start to move, slowly, the feeling is amazing, he's filling you up to the brim perfectly.

"Feels so good," you stutter and then drop down hard. "I'm never watching porn again," Bucky says from behind you and you watch him over your shoulder, kneeling on the bed and jerking his cock. You whine in the back of your throat, you want him too, so you reach for him as you bounce on Steve's cock, making him spill the most delicious sounds.

Bucky shuffles over and you grab his dick in your hand, he's big enough that it doesn't fit all the way around. His hand lands on Steve's shoulder to steady himself and Steve reaches out to place a hand on his hip.

The sounds the three of you make fill the room. It's moans, groans, and whimpers, the sound of slapping skin and squelching wetness. Your clit is steadily rubbing against Steve, getting you closer and closer. Bucky is panting heavily, Steve is too.

"Sweets, I can feel you. Are you gonna come on my cock?" Steve is trying to sound unaffected and failing miserably, but he continues to spill filth that rushes you toward the edge. "When I've filled you up, Bucky is gonna fuck my cum right back into you, aren't you Buck?" "Fuck yes," he groans before leaning in and kissing you deeply. “I wanna see you come on his cock Sweets.”

"Next time I wanna feel both of you come in me at the same time," you whimper. "Sweets, you goddamn slut." Steve groans with a laugh and bucks up into you harder. "Tell us more! Please! I want to hear every filthy little thought hidden inside that mind."

You turn to look at Bucky. "I want both of you in every hole. I want you to use me like I'm a toy and worship me like a queen," you tell him, then turn to Steve. "Put my name on the house and celebrate it by fucking in every room, on every surface, show me all of your kinks, give me everything."

Steve's eyes are screwed shut and he's let go of Bucky to grab your hips, pulling you down onto his big cock. "Keep going," you urge him, your release just a few thrusts away. But he's too close and before you can get there he suddenly sits up to wrap his arms around your waist, crushing you against his chest, thrusting up hard, and comes with a loud moan of your name.

You feel wild, right on the edge of ecstasy but left dangling in mid-air. With pleading eyes and a whine you look at Bucky who smirks at you before pulling you away from Steve and laying you on your back. A second later he fills you up, the sound of his cock pushing through Steve's mess is as sweet as it's nasty.

"Please, Bucky, please," you beg. "Yeah I know, don't worry, not gonna blow my load early," he taunts over his shoulder at Steve who just gives him the finger. "Understand him though, you’re so tight and warm Sweets. Makes me a bit crazy. I just want to fill you up over and over again," he confesses.

"I need to-" you begin but he cuts you off. "Rub your clit for me. Come on my cock," he demands but you know something that is even better than your own fingers and you reach out your arm.

"Steve," you plead and he crawls over to you and lays down beside you, pushing his hand in between your bodies, finding your clit. You arch off the bed with his touch, hands clutching Bucky's arms as he rams into you. The dual sensation is amazing and with how close you were seconds ago the end approaches quickly. Your moans get louder the closer you get and both Bucky and Steve praise you the whole way through.

"You sound so fucking pretty."

"I can barely move you gripping me so tight."

"You're so good at taking cock, Sweets. First mine and now Bucky's, it's like you were made for us."

You nod at the last thing and the pressure in your body is breaking, making your muscles convulse, almost pushing Bucky out with how hard you're coming, screaming their names as you do.

"Fuck! Yes, Sweets!" Bucky’s laugh is a little manic as he works you through it. "I'm going to fill our sweet little cunt with more cum." His hips stutter against you before he groans out your name and collapses on top of you. You run your fingers over his sweaty back and kiss his cheek. Then you turn to Steve, smiling at him beside you. "He's heavy," you complain.

Both of them laugh and Bucky rolls off before they move until you're squeezed in between them, their cum running down your legs, making a mess on the bed. Fortunately, you have at least two other beds to sleep in.

For a few months, you're walking on air. In a throuple with your two best friends, amazing sex, luxury beyond what you could have ever imagined. They constantly spoil you and they've tried to convince you to quit your job since you don't need to work when you're with them.

Tonight you're in another fancy restaurant. Bucky is trying to feed you chocolate cake because it's romantic but you tell him over and over again that you can eat by yourself. Suddenly Steve stiffens beside you and since he isn't known to have tells, you immediately get worried and follow his gaze.

John is standing at the door with a pretty girl on his arm, talking to the waiter and then being shown to a table. Next to yours.

When your eyes meet he stops for a second and his date shoots confused looks between the two of you, before you nod and he nods back, then moves again and sits down.

Steve asks for the check and you're out of your seat and outside the restaurant in no time. Bucky holds your coat as you put it on and a moment later Steve comes out too. His eyes are black with hate and when you're finally in the car you realize that you can't live like this.

"I think-" you begin, swallowing then clearing your throat, "I think I'm going to need those lawyers."

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Man on a Mission

Summary: Apparently, someone called Bucky's girl a whore. He has now made it his life's mission to find out who.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!reader

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Bucky sat at the kitchen island, eyes narrowed, leg bouncing, and the same scene from last night replaying in his head.

Bucky drew random patterns on your bare shoulder, his nose buried into your hair. You were being quieter than usual, but he knew you were awake as he could feel your hands fidgeting.

He didn’t want to press you to tell him about it, so he settled on making you feel as loved as possible, pressing kisses into your hair.

Suddenly, you broke the silence, taking Bucky by surprise.

“Buck . . . do you think I’m a whore?”

“Wha-” Bucky lifted his head immediately, trying to look at you. But you hid your face in your hands, turning away from him.

“God don’t look at me. Fuck, this is so embarrassing,” You groaned into your hands. “Forget I said that.”

“No, honey, look at me please,” Bucky gently pulled your hands down, cradling your face. “Who called you that?”

“No, no, no one,” You shook your head frantically. “I’m sorry, just forget I said anything. I don’t know what I was thinking.”

“No, sweetheart, who- okay we’ll get back to that later. But you are not a whore, okay? No woman deserves to be called that in the first place. Who-”

“No, no one. I was just . . . I just randomly thought of it.”

Bucky wasn’t convinced, but he let it slide.

For now.

“Well, I don’t want you thinking these things about yourself.” He pressed a kiss to your forehead. “Okay?”

You nodded, seeming relieved and a little surprised that he dropped it that easily.

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

It was now the next morning, and you were at the gym with Natasha, which gave Bucky the perfect opportunity to figure out who to murder.

Steve walked into the kitchen with Sam trailing behind.

“Morning Buck.” Steve greeted. His head stuck into the fridge, trying to look past the shit ton amount of edible cookie dough you had made a couple days earlier.

“How come you didn’t come run with us, you lazy fat ass.” Sam teased, leaning on the island.

“Didn’t feel like it.” Bucky narrowed his eyes.

Suspect 1: Sam Wilson, The Most Annoying Bird Alive

Sam had a tendency to poke fun at people, but some might not take it as well as others. For example, when a barista burst out in tears last week when Sam joked about her being “all over the place” with all the orders coming in. (He came in with flowers the next day)

Bucky wondered if Sam had said something that was supposed to be funny, but you didn’t think it was and got upset.

A part of Bucky wanted to settle on Sam so he had an excuse to beat him up, but the more rational side of him realized that you had gone on one too many missions with him to think he was being serious about anything he said.

Tony then came in, holding a bunch of empty coffee mugs in his hand, practically throwing them into the sink.

“Bruce said my mugs were ‘taking up too much room’ in the lab,” Tony rolled his eyes. “Well why doesn’t he try being the goddamn genius backbone of this team.”

Bucky stared at him intently.

Suspect 2: Tony Stark, The Dick Who Can’t Set His Metal Rock Music Lower Than 98

Tony had a tendency to snap easily, especially when he was low on sleep (which was basically all the time). Everyone usually steered clear of Tony when he was moody, because he would most definitely say the meanest things, but not really mean any of it.

Bucky tried to think if it was logical that Tony would snap at you and say something. However, he came to the conclusion that even if Tony had said something, you had known him for too long to take his sleep-deprived words to heart.

“What are you looking at, Winter Schnitzel?” Tony challenged, noticing Bucky staring at him.

“Nothing.” Bucky replied, his stare shifting over to his best friend, who was grinning in amusement, but still trying to find something to eat that wouldn’t give him diabetes.

Suspect 3: Steve Rog-

Bucky stopped himself, almost laughing at himself for thinking Steve would ever call a woman a whore.

Even though you always kept the fridge full of random items you would make, Steve would never say a single bad thing about you.

For now, Bucky was stuck.

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6 hours later, and Bucky was still stuck.

You and Peter were out (God knows where), which was another perfect chance for Bucky to think.

But the problem was he couldn’t think of anyone.

Everyone in the compound adored you, so Bucky couldn’t figure out who the hell would deliberately say something to make you upset.

He dragged his shoes across the floor, cursing Steve in his head for making him go on a “stroll” because he apparently looked “pent-up”.

There was no way in hell Bucky would walk around outside, so he opted to take a walk inside, using Mother Steve’s demand to his advantage to scout out potential targets.

He halfheartedly glanced around the floor, stopping when his gaze landed on you.

He immediately grinned, not caring about the fact he probably looked crazy, and started his way over to where you were.

You were talking to someone with a bag in your hand. Bucky remembered you saying something about picking up a dress from the store for your friend. Peter was next to you, and for some reason, puffing his chest out?

But, as Bucky got closer, he realized you were talking to Jacob, the little dickwad who couldn’t take no for an answer,

“How many times do I have to tell you? Get out of my way. I’m trying to get this to someone.” Bucky heard you snap, tuning in with his enhanced hearing.

Bucky stopped, trying to assess the situation and figure out if you would appreciate him stepping in or not.

He knew you didn’t need anyone to stand up for you, but his overprotective side rippled through his body, his jaw clenching and fists balling.

“Baby, stop acting- “Jacob was cut off with a sharp slap.

The little bastard was taken by complete shock.

Meanwhile, Peter was still trying to look as intimidating as possible.

“Jacob, what the hell is your problem? I’ve told you to leave me alone more times than I can count. How fucking thick is your skull?”

Jacob was about to reply, with probably something bitchy, but he caught sight of Bucky in the corner with the most murderous glare and stopped himself.

He instead looked down and stepped to the side, giving you and Peter room to go.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought. Beat it.” Peter growled in the most non-threatening way possible as you two left, giving Bucky the perfect chance to slide in before Jacob could hightail out of there.

“Barnes.” Jacob greeted, clearing his throat.

“Callaway.” Bucky’s blood boiled at how differently he treated other men than how he treated women. “Didn’t your mother ever teach you to respect a lady?”

Before Jacob could reply, his equally dumb friend, Brody, walked past the two men.

“Damn, Jake. Barnes finally here to beat you up for calling his girl a whore?”

Bucky and Jacob both stared at Brody.

Jacob looked sickly pale, and Bucky looked calmly terrifying. Clear sign he was fucking enraged.

“Oh shit-” Brody finally put the pieces together, practically sprinting away.

Bucky turned back to face a petrified looking Jacob.

“So,” Bucky reached out, fixing Jacob’s tie and smoothing down his collar. “It was you, huh?”

Jacob tensed under Bucky’s touch.

“Chill pal, I just wanna talk.”

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A bruised cheek, wet underwear, and hurt ego later, Jacob’s talk with Bucky was over.

Bucky threw his feet up on the ottoman, but not before telling Friday to make sure Jacob was apologizing to you, as instructed by Bucky himself.

He patiently waited for you on the couch, a wide grin appearing on his face as you walked in and cuddled up next to Bucky, but not without pressing a kiss to his lips first.

Halfway through the movie, you turned to look at Bucky.

“Thank you,” You smiled.

“For what, doll?”

You turned back to face the movie, a smile playing at your lips. “C’mon. I know that was you. He would never apologize on his own will.”

Bucky laughed, turning you around once again to pepper kisses all over your face.

“I love you, my little smartass.”

“I love you too, pops.”

Mission accomplished.

#marvel fanfiction #bucky x reader #protective bucky barnes

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