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slut4buckysarm · 2 years

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— Everything We Never Wanted | B.Barnes

au; enemy.

pairing; bucky barnes x reader.

summary; bucky barnes and you have been silently competing since the day you met. now you are competing over who can make the other more jealous and the both of you can't help but give in. [кукла=doll]

word count; 2.9k.

warnings; smut [fingering, fingering cum back in?, p in v, ass slapping, hair pulling, rough sex, mirror/bathroom sex], language, angst [punching, blood, shoving]. 18+. MDNI.

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— "jealousy was a good look on him".

It was your dress. It truly was. The way it lifted up your thigh every time you swayed your hips was driving Bucky crazy. If he knew that you would be acting out this way he would've never let you enter the doors of the party. He would have stripped your clothes off right there and fucked you until you couldn't walk. He would have made the whole block hear your moans as you both couldn't give less of a fuck that you were on full display. You wouldn't care. As long as you were with each other, everything would be fine.

But now, seeing you brush up against Steve and allow his hands to graze your curves ignited something in Bucky that he found himself feeling quite often when it came to you. He was using every muscle in his body to hold him back from tearing into Steve's throat with his metal arm.

Control yourself Bucky.

Dancing with the blond's hands running along your waist you can feel Bucky's eyes watching your every movement. Jealousy seeps out of each of his pores and you can't help but feel glee. Just as you bring your head closer to Steve's and rest it along his cheek, Bucky's had enough.

Next thing you know Bucky's finger is in the air and calling over a stripper. You watch attentively as she walks up to him, her hips swaying as he smirks your way. "Hey, you alright"? Steve's voice snaps you out of your trance and the eye contact between Bucky and you breaks in a matter of a second. You look up at Steve as his eyes completely undress you as if his hands weren't doing enough. "Yeah no, I'm good". You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him closer, nuzzling against his head. As the both of you move to the beat of the music you lock eyes with Bucky once again and you watch as the girl wearing neon green sits down beside him and runs her hands up his thighs. Anger flows through your veins and it's enough to get you convicted for murder but you can't.

Buckys playing a game that you intend to win.

You move your hands on top of Steve's and place them on your lower back. "Like what you feel"?

"Sure do".

"You wanna feel lower"?

His eyes light up at that and without another word needing to be said he moves his palms to your ass and squeezes with a tight grip, one that has Bucky moving the dancer off of him and striding up to you with an aura of pure anger around him.

"Steve back up," you warn as you try to shove the blond before Bucky has the opportunity to do anything but you don't move him in time. Just as you're about to stop him, Bucky's fist makes contact with Steve's cheek and Steve hits him back. A group of men rush over to separate the two and Bucky makes sure to get one final punch in before he has your wrist in his grip and is dragging you to the restroom.

"Let go of me James!" you yell over the music as you try to release yourself from him.

He ignores you and swings open the door to the men's room, shoving you up against the wall.

"James"?!

"What the fuck do you think you're doing"? He speaks in a calm manner but you can see through his facade. His flared nostrils and forehead vein give away his true state and you can't help but smirk.

"Is this funny to you"?

"A little" you answer through your eyelashes and the innocence in your voice has his cock growing against his pants and his patience running short. "I'm not in the mood for your games кукла".

"Games"? You laugh in Bucky's face as if he just told you the joke of the century. "I wasn't the one with the stripper practically undressing me".

"Oh because having Steve grab your ass is much different". Sarcasm reeks from him.

Just as you're about to hit him with a comeback, your eyes wander to his forehead and you see the bruise on his temple. Your hand immediately grabs his chin and turns it to the side. "What are you-". You don't give Bucky a chance to finish his question before you harshly release his jaw.

“Sit down,” you mumble as you push him onto the sink. You take a roll of toilet paper in your hand and roll out a few sheets.

You turn the faucet of a neighbouring sink on and groan when it only creaks. “Shit. There’s no water,” you mumble, irritated.

“Use your spit”.

“That’s not hygienic,” you reply disgusted.

He shrugs and you lick your finger. You start to wipe the blood off and squint knowing that it must burn.

“Why are you doing that?” Bucky asks confused.

“Why am I doing.. what?”

“With your face. You’re squishing it together. It’s weird.” he laughs.

You roll your eyes and straighten out your face.

He keeps staring you in the eyes and it bubbles something within you.

“What?”.

He slowly shakes his head while still maintaining eye contact.

“You’re staring,” You say still wiping the blood off of his temple.

“Shamelessly so, yes,” he replies, electric blue eyes piercing through your umber ones.

You can’t help but smile “God, you could’ve gotten seriously hurt. And over what? A stupid competition”.

"There was never a competition".

"There's always a competition". You don't miss a beat. "I mean that's kind of our thing".

Bucky's mood instantly lightens as you tell him about the special connection between the two of you. He feels like he could listen to your voice for hours. Hell, he'd kill to listen to your voice for hours.

"We have a thing"?

Scrunching the used tissue into a ball, you throw it into the trash bin. Your inner kid frowns as the paper doesn't make it into the bin.

"Yeah." you laugh as you go to pick it up. "Everything we do is against each other. And don't even lie about it," you warn with a finger in the air.

"Come're" Bucky speaks and you walk towards him. "Give me some examples".

"Okay well let me think.." you put a finger on your chin as you fake being deep in thought. "Oh! What about when we were at a party and tried to out provoke each other not mere minutes ago". Bucky would like nothing more than to kiss that self-approving smirk right off of your face.

"Come on кукла. I'm being serious".

"Alright" you sigh as you get ready to present him with your list. "Well we competed on who would get to go on that mission to infiltrate the HYDRA base. And the White House. And the Queen's Ball".

"Those were all life-threatening examples Y/N".

You stay silent. He's right. You made sure to go out of your way to take over or at the very least join in on missions that could have Bucky ending up dead and he did the same. You were realizing that you cared for each other and it scares you.

New territory always has.

"I don't like you Bucky". You finally speak when you realize that his hands have made their way down to your waist.

"That's okay," he assures you calmly.

"As a matter of fact, I fucking hate you"! Your voice starts to get louder and anger starts to bubble within you although you're not sure exactly what you're angry about.

"That's okay," he speaks again.

"I fucking hate you and your stupid voice and your stupid mouth and your stupid... hair". You blabber out as you shove your hands into his chest. "God I hate you so much"!

"That's okay".

"Stop saying that it's okay! Argue back asshole!" you yell, this time shoving him so hard his back smacks onto the mirror.

"Argue back!" you hit him again.

No answer.

"Argue back!" and again.

No answer.

"Argue back". Without enough energy to carry out your past actions, you just relax your shoulders in exhaustion and Bucky immediately gets up and pulls you into a hug.

Bucky's arms hold you tight and at that moment it feels as if all of your problems suddenly transformed into no more than minor inconveniences.

"I don't even know what I'm upset about." you confess into his chest.

"Would you hate me for real if I said 'it's okay'?" he jokes as he lets go of you.

"I would" you smile, running a hand through your hair.

The both of you stand there for a second and reflect. Both of you want each other. Want to devour in each other's tastes and scents, but the one thing you share in common is the fear you hold of ruining what you already have.

Fuck it.

You place your index and middle fingers onto Bucky's peck and slowly move them upwards. He immediately takes in a sharp breath and darkens his eyes. His lip tugs under his teeth as his eyelids flutter. "What're you doing sweetheart"?

All you do is smile innocently as you bring your hands up to cradle his face. Pulling his head down to meet your mouth you make sure to let your lips brush against the lobe of his ear. "I’m not wearing any underwear. Thought you’d like to know". The purity in your whisper sends a shiver up his spine.

"You're not making this easy for me кукла," Bucky growls as his grip around your waist tightens.

"Give in James. Please. I need you so bad." you whine as you take his earlobe between your teeth and suck on his skin.

Your actions finally bring him to his breaking point. He picks you up and places you down on the sink, the water droplets soak through the fabric of your dress and to your skin. Without any hesitation, Bucky presses his lips against yours and you do the same back. The kiss is harsh but in a good way. It's full of love yet so much aggression and it's the type that has your hands reaching for his face. His stubble brushes against your skin as his tongue slips into your mouth and glides along your teeth. You moan into Bucky's parted lips as you push your hips up to his and feel his hard-on up against your cunt.

He grunts in between kisses when you start to roll your hips. "кукла fuck".

When you finally give him a segway, Bucky brings his middle and ring fingers to your face and pops them in your mouth. Once he's convinced that your tongue has done sufficient, Bucky slips his fingers out with ease and motions for you to lift your dress.

Once the silk is rolled up your thighs Bucky runs the tips of his fingers up and down your soaking slick. His chest fills with heat as he sees your eyebrows scrunch in anticipation.

You need his fingers and he wants nothing more than to give them to you.

"Ready"?

"Yes. Yes! God just hurry James".

"That's what I like to hear". Bucky smirks before shoving his fingers into your little hole, watching as you move up the sink and adjust around his digits.

Your hand wraps around the back of his neck, pulling him closer so that the only thing separating the two of you is the sink. Bucky can't help but tell you how good you're doing by sucking on your neck when your moans and whines fill the air. It's music to his ears to hear how wet you are just by his fingers alone.

As you feel his fingers curl against your g spot you can't help but tug at the locks of Bucky's hair. That earns you a faster pace.

The coil in your stomach tightens and you don't know how much longer you're going to last. "James oh my- feels so good"!

You're moaning his name over and over again as your back arches closer to Bucky's chest. "You're doin' so well".

"Feels so fucking good" you repeat as you throw your head back.

Hearing his endless praises sends you off your edge and an orgasm like never before hits your body. Waves of pleasure ripple through you and your thigh shakes under Bucky's metal palm as you try to squeeze your legs together only for them to be pulled apart by the metallic mechanism.

"James" you whine, still trying to press your thighs together as you come down from your high.

"Can't let you do that sweetheart. I wanna see this pretty little pussy of yours before I destroy it with my cock".

"James please". You're practically begging him to hurry up as he fumbles to pull his pants down and once they finally are, he pulls you off of the sink and spins you around. You bend as you watch him roll your dress up in the mirror. His eyes light up when he catches sight of your dripping wet pussy. "Ah" you yelp when you feel his hand smackdown onto your ass leaving a burning sensation on the supple skin.

"Please just fuck me".

"My pleasure". With that Bucky lines his cock up with your entrance and meets your eyes for an answer. His hips ease into you as soon as you nod your head. You hiss as he waits for you to give him the go and when you do, it's the best feeling in the world. Hearing Bucky grunt through every thrust had your stomach filling with butterflies and he loves it. Seeing you look a mess all thanks to him not only strokes his ego but also confirms that you are all his now.

Bucky finally has what belongs to him.

Bucky finally has what's his and he doesn't plan on losing it.

"God fuck"!

"Don't think he can even help you now кукла. This was what you wanted, wasn't it? This is why you were acting out in front of my friends"?

"Yes, shit yes"!

"Just needed my cock to fill you up. S'that what it was"?

With his dick pounding in and out of you without mercy all you can manage is a nod.

"Yeah, it was". Smug bastard. "Why act up fuck when you can’t take it, huh”?

Bucky can feel you clenching down on him and he knows that you're close. He slides his left hand under the front of your dress and grabs your bare tits, messaging and tugging at your nipples.

His right-hand moves to your hair and he uses it to wrap your hair in a ponytail. Bucky tugs back on it as he feels himself draw closer to his release. Just as he's about to stop and check up on you Bucky catches you smirking back at him in the mirror earning you a slap on your ass.

God if only you knew what you did to him.

"James don't stop. Please just don't stop".

"Christ I love how you're sqeezin' down on me. Gonna milk this cock real good arent you кукла?" he grunts as he lowers himself to meet your ear.

"Gonna milk it. Gonna milk it James," you mumble absolutely cockdrunk out of your mind.

"Good girl. That's a good fucking girl". James can feel your walls flutter around him and he speeds up his pace. The sounds of your whines, Bucky's moans, skin slapping against skin, and the faint beat of the music fill the room as the both of you reach your highs.

With ripples of euphoria washing over you, again and again, you're finding it hard to concentrate. The restroom becomes a big blur of foggy white and your arms give out.

You thank every higher power that Bucky's arm swings under your body before you have a chance to slam into the dirty sink.

With his own orgasm hitting him and your thigh shaking, he finally has the opportunity to slide out of you and he watches as his cum drips out of your hole.

"Ah, кукла. You look so beautiful." he smiles as he spins you around and places you back onto the sink. "But we can't let that go to waste. Can we now"? Bucky's looking at you with the biggest innocent eyes as you don't know what he has in mind, but god are you in for the surprise.

"No" you reply matching his energy.

"No doll. No, we can't," he mumbles as his lips curve into a smirk. You lean back as you watch Bucky bring his index and middle finger back to your cunt and slide them in with no problem at all. He starts to pump his fingers in you, sliding his cum back inside of you, while attacking your lips with his own.

"Mmm James" you mumble as he bites on your lower lip.

"Ya'sweetheart"? Oh, he really is a bastard.

"Just like that". Your words make Bucky's eyes glimmer. Your lips slot open over his and he moves his kisses to your neck. He sucks on the skin so hard that you know he's going to leave marks. "Just a little more James. M'so close".

Hearing those words, Bucky's fingers speed up and curl against your velvet walls.

In a few more seconds, your eyes roll to the back of your head and your third orgasm hits you like a train. Your hands grip Bucky's biceps and he pulls you close to his chest to help you through your high.

Maybe there was a plus to jealousy.

— la fin.

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onsunnyside · 2 years

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bucksfucks · 3 years

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SERIES MASTERLIST

abstract ; you’ve worked at suite 8 for a year now, but bucky decides he has other plans for you. after an eviction notice you realize you have nothing left to lose and take bucky’s offer of working for him.

pairing ; mob!bucky barnes x f!stripper!reader

word count ; 3,989 words

warnings ; age-gap [reader is 28 & bucky is 39], mob involvement, club scene, drinking, pet-name [honey], threats [to reader’s job], sleazy men, mean!bucky, eviction notice, manipulation & coercion [on bucky’s part], innocence/purity kink, size kink [bucky is 6’5], reader insert is used [y/n], sexual tension, alludes to reader’s praise kink — 18+ ONLY || MINORS DNI

notes ; this is a plot heavy chapter, but i’m so excited for this besties

“You’re back on in five, Chérie.” Adrienne informs you, her thick French accent dripping in every syllable as you gulp down the rest of your water and begin to reapply your lipstick.

The night had begun, person after person pouring in to sit back on the plush velvet couches and enjoy the show that was put on display for them.

None of them ever really minded the dancers too much attention.

You were simply just background to them as they discussed whatever business they had over a glass of the most expensive whiskey the bartender, Raul, carried.

You then felt Adrienne’s hand on your shoulder as you look at her through the mirror, “he’s expected to be here tonight.”

She whispers lowly, so low that the other girls can’t overhear her as the hair on the nape of your neck stands tall in fear.

You swallow thickly, mustering up any ounce of courage to nod your head as your eyes lock with the older woman stood behind you, “has he requested me?”

The words leave your mouth with unease because you’re unable to wrap your brain around why he always asked, no requested, you.

Adrienne just nods her head casually, phone gleaming in her hands as she very clearly has more important matters to attend to.

She always does when she’s in charge of making sure the most illustrious club that caters to the biggest and baddest of New York is running smoothly.

“Yes, dear. So don’t be late, we wouldn’t want to anger him. You know how he gets.”

Her words send a cold shiver down your spine, heart dropping into your stomach as you thought about what he, The White Wolf, would do if he was angered.

Angered by you.

You sure as hell weren’t about to find out, bolting upright and taking one last look at yourself before pushing past the heavy metal doors and re-entering the club.

As if on cue, Lust by SAINt JHN begins to play over the speakers; heels clicking to the sultry beat and you knew that he was already in the lounge waiting.

Fuck.

You were late.

Two armed bodyguards standing on either side of the doors to the private lounge. They knew you well, or well enough, to let you slip through the doors and into the dark room.

It was an entirely different atmosphere; sinister and ominous as you approach the stage with four pairs of eyes on you.

“You’re late.” His voice cuts through the air and causes you to gasp and stop dead in your tracks.

Frozen in fear.

Your heart races, beating wildly as you try to steady your breathing while you turn to look at him.

He’s sitting on the single couch in the room, an arm slung over the back as the other clutches a glass of what you can only guess to be whiskey.

The look in his eyes is fucking terrifying.

So why did it cause a dull ache between your thighs when he looked you up and down, eyes grazing down your legs, over your breasts, and back up to your face as he tugged his bottom lip between his teeth.

“It won’t happen again.” You manage to stutter out, trying to remain as composed and professional as possible, but it was increasingly difficult with the older gentleman that had accompanied him who looking at you with hungry eyes.

His gaze made you sick. Nauseous, even, as you avert your eyes back over to the man of every fucking hour.

“No,” he barked. “It won’t.”

He says nothing further, turning his attention back to his colleague, partner, or enemy for all you knew before you wobble back up to the stage.

You had to collect yourself.

Taking a few deep breaths before you feel at home dancing in front of two dangerous men and their own personal bodyguards that paid little to no attention to you.

Suite 8 was the most prestigious club in all of New York City.

It was so exclusive that you had to be someone in order to get past the doors.

It was so exclusive that didn’t even have an address.

In fact, it was so illustrious that if anyone were to leak any information on the location, how to get in, or any other clues they would be, well...taken care of.

This, of course, was because it was run and owned by the White Wolf himself, or lesser known as Bucky Barnes.

The man of the fucking hour.

You’re unsure of how long you’ve been dancing, but not only are you growing tired, but you’re growing bored.

The least Mr. Barnes could do is pay you some attention.

However, this would never happen. Not when he has more important business to attend to and truthfully, you’re lucky to even be in the same room as him.

When he raises a hand, dark metal spliced and intertwined with what you could only imagine to be real gold, the music cuts immediately.

“I’ll call you if anything changes, Leonard.” Mr. Barnes says to the older man before excusing him and waiting for him to leave the room.

“You.”

He turns his attention fully onto you, cocking his head as you feel minuscule under the weight of his gaze.

“I don’t give second chances,” he speaks sternly.

You gulp, heart kicking again, but not in fear this time. No, you were furious.

He beckons you down from the small stage, heels clicking against the dark marbled floors until you were just feet away from him.

And then he rose to his full, towering height.

Mr. Barnes not only oozed confidence, but he was an Adonis of a man.

He must’ve been six foot five because even in your heels, you didn’t come close to his stature.

“Don’t be late again, Honey.” He purrs in your ear, voice low and raspy but you will yourself to keep it together because your rage is still coursing through your veins.

How fucking dare he?

You know you should bite your tongue. That you need this job as you’re currently living paycheque to paycheque, but you’ve never been good at letting men get away with shit.

“I’m not the one you need to give second chances to,” you suddenly spit right as Mr. Barnes goes to turn on his heels.

Instead, he stops dead in his tracks and you see the way his muscles tense under the fitted black dress shirt he’s donning.

“Adrienne needs more than a five minute heads up to give me, Mr. Barnes.” You were digging your own grave as you spoke, but at you were sick of his kind.

He turns, slowly, a twinkle in his eyes and a smirk tugging on his lips as you suck in a harsh, deep breath.

“You’re a brave little thing, aren’t you?” He says, eyebrow raised and you knew you should’ve concealed your emotions better.

But you didn’t.

Letting your eyes roll before going to take a step past him, intent of walking out that door before he catches your upper arm in a tight grip that makes your heart fall out of your goddamn ass.

“May I remind you,” he barks. “That you’re here for my entertainment.”

He looks viscous, the Cane Corso of men, as he bares his teeth at you and snarls.

“You don’t want to end up on my bad side, Honey.” He reminds you with a dark look to him that says he wasn’t fucking around.

And you heard the rumours. The way that to him, people are disposable.

You were shaking, knees buckling because despite his power and threats, you finally got a close look at him.

At the frown lines that creased along his forehead. The way his nostrils flared when he spoke. And the blue hues swimming somewhere in his angry eyes.

With your job on the line you manage to swallow your pride, “my apologies, Mr. Barnes.”

He chuckles, a blood curdling sound as he shakes his head, “you should get better at lyin’.”

You feel your heart sink into your stomach at his words, clenching your jaw as you wait for him to deliver the last and final blow to your dead end career.

Instead, he pulls you closer, lowly whispering in your ear. “I like you, Honey. You’re not like the rest of ‘em.”

“But it still doesn’t mean you can say whatever the hell you want to me and not expect to be...” he pulls away to run his tongue over his bottom lip, “punished.”

Your arm is dropped, but the the phantom imprints of his fingertips are burned into your skin, a feeling that surely would stick with you.

Mr. Barnes turns again, nearly out of the private lounge, “oh and Honey?” He catches your attention for the final time that night.

“Call me Bucky,” he then drops his right eye in a wink before stepping through the doors and leaving you alone with your thoughts.

Despite working at Suite 8 for a year now, working for Bucky for a year, you know virtually nothing about him.

In all fairness, no one knows much about him.

Still, he fascinated you. Always so confident, stern, and dangerous.

His words continue to replay in your mind, bouncing off of your brainwaves because Bucky thought you were different.

Bucky, the White fucking Wolf, liked you.

To what degree? You didn’t know, but it sure as hell was better than being hated by him, you knew that much.

Bucky Barnes was an enigma that you were determined to crack, but little did you know what lengths Mr. Barnes would go to make sure that his favourite entertainer stayed just that.

His.

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ONE WEEK LATER

“Adrienne?” You looked at her, confused as you look for your name on the posted schedule.

She merely hums in response, barely looking up from her device, “I’m not on?”

Thankfully your words grab her attention and she skims the board before giving you an answer.

“Ah, oui.” She replies in French, “Mr. Barnes has requested you for the night.”

That couldn’t be good. The entire night?

“Chérie,” the soft pet-name makes you look at her, “you don’t seem excited?”

You should be, this was Mr. Barnes after all, but with his words were permanently etched into your mind...you weren’t too sure that him requesting you was a good thing.

“I am,” you force a smile onto your face. “It’s just...unexpected.”

Adrienne smiles knowingly, “I’ve worked with Moiseur Barnes for ten years and he’s never taken such liking into anyone.”

Your heart rate spikes, “now go.” She urges, “or you’ll be late again.”

Shit.

Fuck.

Motherfucking, shit.

You’re darting off in the direction of the private lounge reserved solely for Bucky, the same two armed bodyguards standing on either side.

They each give you a nod as you push through the doors.

“You’re late, again.” Bucky doesn’t let you get more than three steps into the room before his voice cuts sharply through the air again.

“Mr. Bar—“

“Sit.”

It’s not a suggestion, but a command and you’re quick to scramble across the floor before you’re sat in the much too comfortable couch adjacent to Bucky.

The expression on his face is unreadable and you can’t seem to decipher the way his eyes scan over your body.

“Mr. Barnes if I can ju—“

“I don’t give second chances.” He reminds you, voice low and it causes goosebumps to prickle across your skin.

You take a deep breath, closing your eyes, once again bracing for those two words to come out of his mouth.

You’re fired.

The dreadful words that would send your world crumbling all because you were a couple of minutes late.

“Tell me, Honey,” your eyes fly open just in time to watch him lean his body into yours.

“Just how many degrees do you have?”

His question catches you off-guard, eyebrows furrowing in confusion as you open your mouth, “three.”

He hums in response, leaning back into the couch before taking a sip of his cooled drink.

“Come work for me.”

You’re left utterly shocked and speechless at the words that come from his mouth. So startled that you’re unable to form a coherent thought or sentence while Bucky looks at you with a sly smirk.

“I’ll pay three times as much, cover your living expenses, and protect you.” Your breathing hitches in your throat.

You then had to remind yourself who Bucky Barnes was.

New York’s finest criminal.

“Why should I work for you if I already work for you?” You ask, the question causes Bucky to raise a single eyebrow in amusement.

He places his whiskey down, edging closer to you on the couch. There’s nowhere else to go, no one else in the room, you could scream all you want, but the soundproofing would do you no good.

You were at Bucky’s mercy as he places a heavy and cold hand on your knee, “because you’re different.”

Someone like Bucky should wear a warning, the way his eyes pierce your soul and his cologne washes over you. It was distinctly Bucky, everything about the way he smelled screams power.

“I need someone who’s,” he pauses to lean back again, “pure.”

You’re still looking at him, unsure of what the fuck was happening.

“Mr. Ba—“

He shoots you a look, one that shows his disappointment at the way you’re referring to him.

“Bucky,” you quickly correct yourself. “I think you’ve got the wrong girl.”

He chuckles lowly, shaking his head.

“You have 48 hours to decide,” he says, slipping his business card into the garter around your thigh and his touch feels like fire.

Bucky says nothing more, stepping out of the room without giving you a second glance.

You were left all alone, booked until the end of your shift with nothing to do.

The walk back to your shitty apartment was bittersweet as you felt the weight of Bucky’s business card burning a hole in the back pocket of your jeans.

When you climbed the three flights of stairs, yanking your ear buds at the sight of the pink slip that was taped to your front door before you tore it in a fit of rage, frustration, and defeat.

An eviction notice.

“You have got to be fucking kidding me!”

It feels like the entire world is against you in this moment.

Everything in your life slowly crumbling as you slid down the wall and groaned before you dig that black piece of paper out of your pocket.

Running your thumb over the gold detailing of his name, you chew on your lip in contemplation.

Because truly, you have nothing left to lose.

Dialling the number imprinted at the bottom makes your adrenaline pump through your veins before you lift the phone to your ear.

It feels ten times heavier.

Then it rings. And rings. And rings some more and you think this is just some elaborate prank he’s pulling on you.

Then he picks up.

“I take it you changed your mind, Honey.” He says immediately. You’re shocked at his forwardness, still clutching the pink slip as your mouth hangs slightly open.

He seems to take your silence as a sign to keep talking.

“Pack only the essentials, Larry will pick you up at eight. Don’t be late, I know how you can get.” You can hear the smirk he’s wearing through the phone as he mutters the last sentence.

Still, you haven’t been able to say a single word, shaking yourself out of your trance.

“Okay,” you finally splutter out. “What am I going to be doing?”

It’s only now that you realize you have no idea what your job description is going to be. It’s terrifying and exciting as Bucky chuckles through the phone.

“You’ll be an analyst of sorts,” Bucky says.

“So, I’ll be collecting data?” You ask.

There’s a brief pause on the other line, “sort of.”

It only entices you further, but you don’t think you’ll get any more answers from him.

“Don’t push your luck, Honey. Just be ready for eight.” You don’t get a chance to retaliate before the line goes dead and you’re left to reevaluate your entire life and choices.

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1:12 AM

You’re finally packed. Two suitcases.

Your entire life is about to change and you’ve packed your entire history in two suitcases.

2:24 AM

You can’t sleep, tossing and turning as your mind isn’t able to stop racing.

Taking a job from Bucky Barnes. The White Wolf of New York City is either the smartest thing you’ve ever done or it’s what is going to get you killed.

7:09 AM

You’d be lying if you said you slept. It was more like a series of naps before you finally said fuck it and woke up to make yourself a cup of coffee.

Then you took a shower, looking your best before saying one final goodbye to your old crummy apartment that you oddly began to miss.

8:00 AM

Larry is right on time. It’s evident that he works for Bucky.

He’s a short Italian man with a receding hairline and too many dad jokes for you to stomach as you slide into the sleek SUV.

You’re pretty sure it’s bulletproof from how thick the windows are and how dark the paint is.

It crawls silently like a predator through the busy and bustling streets of New York.

You watch your old life fade away, creeping deeper and deeper into the heart of the city before you’re stepping out in front of the well known skyscraper.

8:49 AM

“Mr. Barnes has requested you come to his office.” An unfamiliar woman’s voice sounds from behind you.

You turn to face her, watching her stoic expression, “follow me.”

She doesn’t give you time to respond before she’s set off while Larry is taking care of your bags.

You’re forced to follow her, stopping at an elevator before getting it. She slides a keycard into a slot before a button emerges from beneath the silver plating.

It has a “B” on it and nothing more before the elevator is ascending into the clouds.

9:03 AM

You’re led down a long hallway before stopping at large black-painted wooden doors.

“He’s expecting you.” Is all she says before she once again turns on her heels and walks away, leaving you to push the doors open.

You enter the lavish office where Bucky stands dressed in black jeans and a black shirt while leaning against his desk with his phone to his ear and he doesn’t look too pleased.

He doesn’t even say goodbye, he simply ends the call.

Bucky Barnes doesn’t only exude power, but he is the very definition of power.

“Welcome,” he greets. “Take it all in because you’ll be spending lots of time with me now.”

It’s an overwhelming sensation, looking down over New York City. The same city that had swallowed you up and seemingly spat you out, but now you were the one overlooking it all.

Things were finally starting to go your way.

“We need to get started, Honey.” Bucky then whispers, placing a warm hand on the small of your back.

It startles you ever so slightly.

You hope he doesn’t hear the way your breath catches in your throat, but you know better than that.

“Okay,” you whisper out, turning to face him.

He’s much closer than you thought he was going to be, looking down at you with twinkling eyes and fuck does he look good.

Bucky leads you to his desk, telling you to sit in one of the chairs before he takes his place against the desk once again.

“I know you’re a smart girl,” he begins, crossing his arms over his chest.

You can now see the tattoos that litter his arm. An intricate sleeve with lots of detail before your eyes flicker to the inhuman one.

“I mean a full ride at MIT? That’s not somethin’ anyone can do.” He remarks and you’re pulled from your trance, flustered and dismayed.

“How did you—“ but you have to stop yourself as he gives you a smirk, “never mind.”

“Listen, I’ll get straight to the point.” He says, bending down to place his hands on either side of your armrest, locking you into the chair as you suck in a harsh breath.

The same wave of cologne washes over you; bergamot, cinnamon, and oranges.

“Let’s jus’ say that my tech guy got himself into a bit of...trouble.” You gulp, watching the way his smirk tugs on the edge of his lips.

It almost seemed like he was enjoying the way you quiver under him.

“And I need to keep my eyes on the city.” He explains, “we’ve gone ghost, over 24 hours with little to no surveillance over banks, dealerships, anythin’.”

Oh fuck.

He doesn’t need to explain what you’ll be doing because you’ve already connected the dots.

“Can you handle that?” He asks you, standing up straight but never breaking eye contact.

You nod your head, but he frowns.

“Big girl words, use ‘em.” He barks.

“Yes,” you gulp. “I can do that.”

He smiles, nodding his head as he hums in content.

“Good girl. Now let’s go meet the team and get you set up.” He says, pushing away from the desk and extending his bionic arm for you to take.

You do, letting him pull you up before you’re flush against his chest.

“Welcome to the team, Y/N,” he smirks and it’s the first time you hear your name leave his lips.

There’s a glint in his eyes that scream mischief and you’re already lost in those damn eyes of his.

There was no going back now.

6:34 PM

Bucky’s team is nothing short of geniuses. Clearly the top one percent of the graduates at most prestigious schools and academy’s in the world.

Which is why you can’t help but feel left out.

They welcome you, but call you fresh meat before Bucky sends them a glare that shuts them right up.

You get straight to work, well-aware of Bucky’s gaze on quite literally everything that you do.

Except there’s one detail that he can’t get from transcripts.

You work exceptionally well under pressure.

And you’re damn good at what you do.

Within hours each server is up and running, streaming live footage, access to anything and everything on each file, and best of all, you’ve created a back-up system.

“Impressive.” Bucky says as he leads you back into the elevator and for some Godforsaken reason the praise makes you shiver.

“Where are we going?” You squeak out, watching yet another mysterious button pop from under the silver plating.

This time, it’s blank, nothing on it as Bucky presses it with a vibranium thumb.

He turns to you and smiles, “home.”

“Wait,” you stop as soon as you get two feet out of the elevator. “I’m living with you?”

Bucky rolls his eyes, “don’t be stupid, of course you are.”

He doesn’t even stop, walking further into the penthouse as you’re forced to scamper behind his long strides.

“Don’t flatter yourself, Honey. You’ll have your own room, bathroom, even kitchen. Think of it as your own apartment.” He says, looking down at you as you reach a flight of stairs, ascending them.

“Except this way,” he smirks. “I can keep an eye on you and keep you safe.”

Your heart stutters, what could he possible be keeping you safe from? You’re not even sure if you want to know the answer to that question.

“Home sweet home,” he muses, opening a door that leads into an apartment three times the size of your previous one and your jaw drops.

“Holy fuck.” You don’t realize you’ve said it out loud until you hear Bucky bark out a laugh.

“I knew you’d like it, Honey. Now rest up, you’ll be going into town with me tomorrow.”

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➵ 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 | You become a stripper during the blip. When Bucky comes back, he has a lot of thoughts about it.

➵ 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 | protective!boyfriend!bucky x f!stripper!reader

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➵ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | ANGST, SEXUAL HARRASSMENT, mention of sex (18+), reader gets hurt (kind of), fighting, arguing, language. Reader can be any race!

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The city after the blip was unlike anything you’d ever seen before. You were used to the busy streets, people around you hustling to get to work on time or to get a taxi. When half the universe disappeared, the streets were nearly empty. Quiet. The most haunting sights were the abandoned blankets or boxes once occupied by a homeless person, now completely obliterated from existence.

You never opened up about just how badly it hit you. You were grateful every day that you didn’t fall victim to the snap, and that you were still on earth instead of turned to dust. But everyone else around you was gone. Your closest friends, your coworkers.

Bucky.

Your boyfriend- your partner- had vanished from earth, and you almost couldn’t handle it. Adjusting to everyday life without him was the toughest thing you’d ever had to do. You were used to coming home after a long shift to him cooking dinner, or the way he snored when he was asleep. Little things you’d grown used to that you didn’t even think about until he was gone.

The streets of New York were so barren that businesses started closing. The restaurant you served at, once incredibly busy, was now desolate. Hardly a soul walked in, not even the regulars. The blip was unforgiving, and you couldn’t even blame those who didn’t want to leave their homes afterwards. Business was non-existent. You were making no money, and it was only a matter of time before the diner closed, leaving you jobless.

You saw an ad online that a local club was looking for promoters, and you figured, it was better than nothing. It started off innocent, you didn’t realize it was a strip club- but the manager assured you didn’t have to do any dancing if you didn’t want to. You started off as a promoter. Then they let you be a waitress, then bartender. You learned business at the club was even higher than it was before the blip. People were coming in now more than ever.

A part of you did wonder- what would it be like up there?

Your work outfit was already skimpy enough, showing parts of your body you’d never show outside of work. If you were up there, you’d certainly earn more tips.

The second you set foot onstage, wearing hardly anything, the patrons proved to you that this job was more financially rewarding than any other job you’d ever had. You immediately rearranged your schedule so that you’d be available to work every day. You saved yourself from getting evicted and bought furniture for your apartment that you’d been spending months to save up for. Though having the money was nice, all you were worried about was keeping a roof over your head and food in your fridge. You didn’t splurge on expensive items too often in fear that something would happen again and you’d lose it all. But over time, you grew comfortable.

Though the patrons often hit on you or offered to take you out, you never moved on from Bucky. He was your person, the man you wanted to spend your life with. You doubted anyone else in your life- much less a random drunk in the club- would ever measure up.

Selfishly, you hoped that one day he would just show up again, as if nothing ever happened.

And to some degree, to your surprise, he did.

After five years, the remaining Avengers took down Thanos and revived the half of the universe that had disappeared, including Bucky.

You were home for the night, your boss graciously giving you the night off even though you insisted on working. You stayed in, watching a movie and drinking a glass of wine. There was a knock at your door at a rather late hour, and your suspicions that a creep was trying to kidnap you quickly dissolved the second you saw him. You and Bucky cried on each other’s shoulders as you reunited after five long years.

The sex you two had that night was beautiful. Both of you relished in the feeling of each other after so many years. He told you he loved you and that he would do everything he could to never leave your side again. He held you, pressing as many kisses as he could to every exposed part of your body, whispering soft “I love you’s” and promises that you’d never lose him.

The harsh realization that you hadn’t told him about your new job didn’t hit you until that morning.

“You don’t work mornings anymore?” Bucky asked as he caught you in the kitchen, making yourself a cup of coffee. You’d have another later in the night to keep yourself awake for work. Even after being gone, Bucky still remembered that when you worked at the diner, you strictly only worked mornings. It was busier, so you made more money. You also liked having the nights off.

You came up with a quick lie, “I had to talk to Cal about it, business changed after everything, nights got busier there and I needed the money.” Why were you lying? You’d never lied to Bucky like this before.

Bucky smiled, bringing you in close so that your fronts were touching. “Well, now I get to have you all to myself.” He pressed your lips against his, then quickly moved to your neck. Despite the current hole you were digging yourself in by not telling Bucky you’re a stripper now, life felt right again.

When night came and you had to leave to go to the club, you nearly panicked. You hoped Bucky wouldn’t say anything when you walked out the front door with your makeup done in a gaudy and sparkly way.

Work was chaos. Dancers, bartenders, and old regulars crowded the club looking for their old jobs back or wondering when the show was starting. The club was packed and more overwhelming than usual. You grabbed yourself a shot glass and filled it to the brim with tequila, knowing tonight would be a long night.

There was a calm when you started dancing, both your regulars and old regulars liking what they were seeing. Though there was still chaos surrounding the bar, you managed to make the most tips you’d ever made that night.

When you returned home, you were shocked to find Bucky sitting on the couch waiting for you. You were fully expecting him to be in bed, and you were glad you brought a backup change of clothes and wiped your makeup off.

“You okay?” he asked, staring at your every move closely.

“Yeah, you just scared me. I’m not used to you being here.” You joked.

“How was work?”

Fuck. All that chaos kept you from coming up with a fake story to tell Bucky. He would always ask you how work went, listening to you vent if you were ever frustrated. So, you decided to recycle an old story, mixing in a few things that had happened at the diner while Bucky was gone. You lied about seeing a cute old lady with her granddaughter and another young child drawing a rainbow on a napkin and showing it to you.

“Why are you lying to me?” Bucky asked, obvious hurt in his voice.

Your heart stopped. “What do you mean?”

“I stopped by the diner. I figured you could use the visit. It was closed. Been closed for a while now. So, I’m going to ask you- and please, don’t lie to me again- where do you work?”

You knew he was asking from a place of concern and love, but a part of you was scared. Scared as to what he’d do if you told him the truth. You didn’t want to lose him again. But he deserved to know where you were and what you were doing, it was all for the sake of knowing you were safe.

“I’m a stripper,” you finally said, throwing your hands up out of frustration. “I have been for a couple years now and frankly, I like it. I make way more money there than I did before.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because I knew you’d be upset about it! After the blip, businesses closed and I almost got evicted. I needed a job. The tips were good- like, shockingly good.”

“People were still going to strip clubs after everything?”

“Sex still sells, even after half the universe just disappears. I guess indulging in these things is just a part of grieving. I tried to find something else. Nobody wanted me except them. And like I said, I wouldn’t be doing it if I didn’t like it. And I need to make money somehow. Keep this roof over our heads.”

“You will never have to work another day in your life as long as you’re with me.” Bucky gently held onto your shoulders, his baby blue eyes staring directly into your soul. Every protective fiber in his being was on display for you to see, absolutely hating the fact that other men had seen such intimate parts of you.

It wasn’t that he didn’t support your desire to continue, he just hated the fact that those men were looking at you like you were just a piece of meat. A shiny object for them to look at, not a human with a soul and feelings. You invited him to watch to assure him it wasn’t like that. In the years you worked at the club, you didn’t have one person who tried to do anything to you. When you were waitressing and bartending, that was a different story- but the men respected you when you were onstage. And they’d get kicked out if they tried to touch you.

Bucky sipped a drink and stood at the back of the club as you prepared for your set. He eyed the men who sat closest to the stage, ready to strike if they tried anything.

He felt his heart sink the second he saw you onstage. His breath got heavy and his brows knitted together. But he held his tongue, knowing you insisted you were okay. And he had to admit, you were good at what you did. He always found you to be attractive, there was no doubt about that. You were the sexiest creature to ever walk the earth in his eyes. And though he thought he’d hate it, you kept yourself engaged with your audience, giving them flirty looks and not being afraid to mess up a little. Every dollar you got that night was rightfully earned, and he couldn’t even be mad about it- though he’d never say it out loud.

Your set was almost over when the unexpected happened- a first- a group of younger men, probably around twenty-one or twenty-two, started shouting at you.

“Why don’t you come sit on my lap, sweetheart?” one of them hissed after giving you a twenty dollar bill. It was a good tip and you didn’t want to disappoint him, so you teasingly shook your finger and continued your set. The occasional catcaller wasn’t new, especially when you were a waitress.

Some older patrons quietly defended you, muttering “Shut up,” so you could continue, but that didn’t stop one of the other young men from leaning towards the stage and trying to grab your ankle. He got a hold of it for a second, causing you to lose your balance and fall to your knees, being eye level with him. Patrons stood up to calmly shoo him away, explaining that he wasn’t allowed to touch you and that he should be respectful. His friends took that as their cue to facilitate a fight, attempting to throw punches at some of your regulars. The club’s security came running onto the scene as you stood onstage, unsure of what to do. One of the other dancers ran onstage to give you a robe to cover yourself and briskly take you backstage so you’d be safe.

Bucky lost all of his senses, nearly blacking out as he made his way to the young man who tried to touch you. “Who the hell are you, huh? You think it’s alright to treat a woman like that? I ought to punch your fucking face in for touching my girl like that.”

You caught a glimpse of Bucky, red in the face from anger, holding this kid by his shirt collar and threatening him before you found your way backstage. The other girls immediately came to your side, asking if you were okay- one of them immediately taking off your heel to assess if there’d been any damage done to your ankle- but all you could think about was how Bucky had lost his mind.

Your manager came into the dressing room, calling your name with an angry look on his face. He brought you to an empty hallway, telling you that it was clear Bucky wasn’t welcome back in the club any time soon, and that you were lucky you still had a job after what he did. Now you were furious. You were mad at many people- those men for harassing you, your manager for threatening to fire you after you had just gotten harassed- but most of all you were mad at Bucky. He escalated everything to a level that was completely unnecessary, and the cops could’ve been called if it’d gotten any worse.

When you got home, you were met with his apologetic eyes and immediate remorse for what had happened. You didn’t want to hear any of it.

“I have never been so embarrassed in my entire life. I could’ve gotten fired!”

“I’m sorry, but I didn’t like the way those guys were looking at you.”

“Security had it covered, you had no right to walk in and try to beat the shit out of them.”

Realizing you were both nearly yelling at each other, you both took a second to collect yourselves, speaking at a much quieter level.

“I just want you to be safe.”

“I would’ve been fine if you hadn’t don’t anything.”

“You’re my girl, what was I supposed to do? Just sit and watch you get harassed?”

“God! It’s not the 1940’s anymore, Bucky. I can take care of myself. I’ve done it for the last five years.”

Your words hung over him.

You were fine without him.

It wasn’t his fault that he was gone for so long, you both knew that. You regretted what you said the second it came out of your mouth. Bucky was the kind of person that wanted to show you how much you meant to him, even if he was more on the introverted side. Sometimes that love came out in more aggressive ways, and he couldn’t help but blame the years of brainwashing and torture. He didn’t used to be aggressive like that- he was the type to break up fights or dissolve any tension. He didn’t initiate fights.

“I didn’t mean it like that,” you said, “I’m sorry.”

Bucky sat on the couch and you sat beside him, cuddling into his side as he put his arm around your body. “It was stupid of me to get involved. But you know I’ll try to protect you until the day I die, doll.”

“I know, but you could do that in other ways.”

“Like asking you to quit?”

You looked up at him, unable to tell if he was joking or not. “I told you, James. I’m perfectly fine-“

“I know you are.” He interrupted, “But you don’t have to worry about money, sweets. We can live somewhere else, maybe an actual house instead of an apartment. You’d never have to lift a finger again, I can support you-“

“Like a sugar daddy?” you scoffed.

“No, what? I just want you to be safe, I know you’ve been doing this for a while, and you can handle your own but I just- I can’t stand the idea of something happening to you. Terrible shit like that happened all the time in the 40s. I’m talking dancers found beaten or becoming part of a drug ring or worse- you are the love of my life. If something were to happen to you, knowing I could’ve done something to stop it, it’d eat me alive.”

You’d never seen Bucky like that. So brutally honest. He was the type to ignore things and move on, even if it bothered him. But not this. He was the most serious he’d ever been in his life.

You were putting a lot of trust in Bucky with this decision. But you had to admit to yourself- you weren’t trying to do this for the rest of your life. It was fun, you made good money, and you knew for a fact you were awesome at what you did. But the option to live a secluded, reserved life with Bucky, a man who you genuinely cared about and could see yourself spending the rest of your life with, all while never having to work again; it sounded like a much more superior option.

You looked at Bucky, kissing him once and wrapping your arms around his neck. “Okay.”

He pressed his forehead against yours. “You’ll always be safe with me, doll. Always.”

#bucky x reader #bucky barnes fanfic #james bucky barnes #bucky barnes fic #bucky #bucky barnes fluff #james buchanan barnes #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes angst #stripper!reader #boyfriend!bucky #sebastian stan

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oh-my-damn · 3 years

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Hiya sweets!

Welcome to my blog. I'm so happy to have you come visit!

Please find my masterlist to my writing below!

All of my writing is 18+ as most of it contains smut.

🔥 = smut, 💕 = fluff, 🥺 = angst, crossed out = in the works/coming soon.

I do not consent to having any of my work reposted, uploaded or translated by any party other than myself without my explicit approval beforehand. All copyrights apply to the writing and world-building done by me.

Find my masterlist of work involving Astarion (BG3) below.

The Evils of Self-pleasure - Astarion x f!Tav/reader

After finding out that Shadowheart was forbidden to self-pleasure while worshipping Shar, Astarion has some amusing questions regarding your own thoughts on self-pleasure. 🔥💕

Sleepy Orange - Astarion x f!Tav/reader

You come back from a fight exhausted beyond belief. Astarion does his best to take care of you. Part of that includes peeling your orange. 💕

Internal Scars- Astarion x f!Tav/reader

You and Astarion spend the night together for the first time, but when he finds the concept of cuddling absolutely ludicrous, you finally start to crack the ice barrier that surrounds his heart. 🔥💕🥺

Reverie - Astarion x f!Tav/reader

You wake up to your lover having a nightmare. You do your best to soothe him afterwards, but Astarion knows the perfect way to distract himself from it, and it includes having your naked body under his – among other things. 🔥💕🥺

The Stranger - Chris Evans x OC [Ongoing, Wattpad book]

Amelia used to be very infatuated with Chris Evans when she was younger. When her best friend gets a movie role in the Marvel movies and works opposite Chris Evans, she finally gets the opportunity to meet him but is too afraid to. Meanwhile, a charming stranger contacts her on social media and she quickly falls head over heels for him without knowing who he is or what he looks like. 🔥💕🥺

PSA; I am no longer posting this story on Tumblr but you can find the rest on the attached link. Last part on here corresponds with chapter 76 on Wattpad; The Stranger - Chris Evans x OC.

Guilty Pleasures - Nomad!Steve x Stripper!reader [Oneshot]

A gorgeous, long haired, thick bearded blonde walks into your Saturday night shift at the club and turns your world upside down. 🔥

Ethereal - Neighbor!TWS!Steve Rogers x reader [Mini series]

When you move into your new apartment the last thing you'd expected was the greek god living next door to you. 💕🔥

A Brothers Promise - Stepbro!Steve Rogers x innocent!reader [Mini series]

Your stepbrother is the main character of your wet dreams, and has been for as long as you can remember. Little did you know, he felt the same way about you, and he's finally ready to break his promise and act on his urges. 🔥💕🥺 Part 1 Part 2

Philosophy 101 - Jock!Steve Rogers x Sassy!Tutor!reader [read on Wattpad]

You've always been the smart girl. Be it in school or in life, but especially when it came to boys. You always steered clear of them, knowing they were nothing but trouble. Until a blue-eyed, muscular blonde turns your life upside down, and makes you question everything you thought you knew.

Electric - Steve Rogers x OC x Bucky Barnes [Complete, Wattpad book]

21 year old Madeline is training to become an Avenger when she is invited by Tony Stark to stay at the Avengers compound. It is here she meets Steve Rogers for the first time and falls in love.. But the presence of Bucky Barnes quickly complicate things. 🔥💕🥺

Not all chapters are posted here as the book is 199 chapters (lol). Please find the full book on Wattpad; Electric - Steve Rogers x OC x Bucky Barnes.

Highways & Heatstrokes - Trucker!Ari Levinson x Hitchhiker!reader [Series, complete]

After running away from your small hometown you venture out into the vast landscape, in search of a better life in New York City. When you meet truck driver Ari Levinson at a gas station, he offers you a ride, promising to take you as far as he can. But when it inevitably becomes time to part ways, will you follow your head or your heart? 🔥💕🥺

Diplomatic Negotiations - Teacher!Ari Levinson x Student!reader [Series, ongoing]

Newly dumped and freshly fucked by a handsome stranger you met at a bar, you start your final year at college in high spirits. Only to realize that your new teacher in your Diplomatic Negotiations class, is none other than the guy you had an amazing one night stand with. 🔥💕🥺

Sweet Heartache - DA!Andy Barber x Intern!Reader [Series, ongoing]

You’re an intern at the DA’s office, finishing up your law degree on the side. When Andy Barber, the new DA, needs help to sort out a few overdue cases, it hurls you into his world, filled with conflicted feelings, emotions too deep to process, and heartache. 🔥💕🥺

Angel - Curtis Everett x Passenger!reader [Mini series]

You’d known about Curtis Everett since you were a teen. You’d heard the stories and for the longest time, you’d been scared of him. But as you grew, so did your feelings, and now, as a young adult, you are no longer able to hide your fascination with the intimidating leader of the tail-end on Snowpiercer. 🔥💕🥺

Sunshine - James Mace x Biologist!reader [Mini series]

Mace is the brooding, angry engineer onboard Icarus II. You’re the happy-go-lucky biologist, who just so happen to find him irresistible. Maybe it’s time you bring some sunshine into this broody engineer’s life. 🔥💕

Good Places in Boston - Bestfriend!Colin Shea x reader [Oneshot]

Your best friend and neighbor Colin comes to you in agony when it becomes a physical problem to think of you with anyone else. 💕🥺

Trucker!Lloyd Drabble 🔥

Drabbles/Requests

Mandy's Garden Party - 500 followers celebration

Dilf!Ari Levinson x Babysitter!reader

Stepdad!Andy Barber x Bratty!reader

Sizekink with Nomad Steve Rogers x Bratty!reader

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KINKMAS DAY THREE: Sex Tape

Summary// Bucky wants to film something of his own and promises it will be for no one else’s eyes.

Warnings// smut, recording sex, oral (f receiving), lil bits praise kink, use of nicknames- bunny and angel, Bucky’s dick piercing, multiple orgasms

AU// Stripper!Bucky x Innocent!F!Reader

Note// two days in a row, holy shit it’s a record

KINKMAS MASTERLIST

18+ ONLY MINORS DNI

“Are you completely sure about this?” Bucky asked as he turned away from his phone he’d sat up on the nightstand beside the bed. Walking to stand between your legs.

“As long as you promise it’s just for you to see.” You said with a pointed look, hands resting on his thick thighs.

“Oh, bunny,” he chuckled, leaning so his hands were flat against the mattress on either side of your hips. “I’m not sharing any part of you with anyone. Trust me.”

“Then I’m completely sure.” You grinned, Bucky’s face level with yours before his lips slotted over yours, urging you up the bed until your head rested against the plush pillows. Cold and warm hands slipping under his shirt that you wore to shove it up and bare your chest to him. His lips traveling along your jaw and down your throat, slowly trailing down to nuzzle his face against the soft skin between your breasts.

His hands slid from your waist to the outsides of your thighs, raising goosebumps on your skin. The smooth, cold metal of his left and warm, calloused skin of his right setting a fire in your core as he placed feather light kisses to your abdomen and tugged your underwear down your legs. Your fingers lacing in his silky hair when his hot breath fanned your folds.

You breathed a happy sigh when his lips locked around your clit, gripping the soft strands a little harder when his tongue flicked over the sensitive nub. His beard tickling the delicate skin when he nuzzled his face closer.

Bucky didn’t spend time teasing or dragging it out, his lst darkened eyes locked with yours as his skillful tongue twisted through your folds. Grip on your hips bruising as he moaned against your cunt, easing a finger into you to carefully stroke the rough patch just inside your walls.

“Buck- oh, god-“ you shuddered, pleasure washing over you as you released against his mouth. Languid licks working you through it before he turned his head to press a tender kiss to your inner thigh before biting a mark into the skin, the sensation making you yelp.

“Turn over, angel.” His sultry voice was impossible not to listen to, your body responding immediately before large hands held your hips and jerked them up so your knees dug into the mattress.

A nervous twinge in your stomach when you saw his phone strategically place on the table was quickly replaced by an excited twist, Bucky’s bulbous head gliding through your folds. Catching at your entrance before easing in, taking his time to push in a little further each time before pulling back.

“There we go, baby. Know just how to take me.” He praised, hands gripping the flesh of your backside as the slow slide his thick cock against your velvety walls already started to send your mind in a spiral.

It didn’t take long for Bucky to lose himself in the rhythmic snap of his hips. The pace punishing, shaking your body each time he guided your hips back to meet his thrusts.

Your mind was already gone, the shocks that coursed throughout every inch of your body easy to drown yourself in as his metallic left slipped down to toy with your clit. The sloppy circles making you keen into the pillow you’d buried your face in to spare the neighbors and curl your fingers into the sheets.

The second wave of bliss crashing into you before his thrusts slowed, a pitiful whine pulling from your throat as you wiggled your hips against him. His body leaning over yours briefly to pick the device up.

“Would’ya look at that- pretty pussy looks s’good wrapped around me.” Bucky groaned, watching the way you stretched around him through the phones screen, the slow drag of his cock driving you insane.

“Bucky, please-“ you keened, the flutter of your cunt around him making his hips stutter before he pulled your back flush to his sweat slicked chest.

“Now, y’know I won’t make you beg.” He chuckled, your chest heaving as he met the rock of your hips the best he could. Hot kisses littering your neck as your head leaned back against the sturdy metal of his shoulder.

It didn’t take much for the bubbling pleasure in your lower belly to start again, the barbell on the underside of his cock pressed perfectly to the deepest sweet spot as you chased that last high. Your hands reaching back to dig into his thick thighs.

“Smile for the camera, angel.” Bucky cooed, free hand groping at your chest as he watched the fucked out smile that spread across your features.

This one hit different than the last two, the air gone from your lungs in a silent mewl as your body trembled against him. Cunt spasming around him as he circled your clit deliberately, filthy praises of how well you were doing for him and how amazing you felt milking his cock being spilled into your ringing ears before he guided you to press your chest into the mattress again.

Chasing his high, the thick air filled with salacious sounds of skin slapping and Bucky’s huffed out moans and grunts. Unable to do much more than gasp out a series of moans, you focused on the glide of his hands along your spine and hips as he spilled into you with a drawn out moan of your name.

He slipped out of you with a hum of content, letting your sore hips relax against the mattress as the phone clattered against the bedside table. Scratchy stubble and pillow soft lips grazing your shoulder between tender kisses as he massaged your sides.

“You did so perfect for me, my gorgeous bunny.”

#bucky barnes #bucky x reader #bucky fanfic #bucky fic #bucky imagine #bucky barnes smut #stripper!bucky x innocent!reader #stripper!bucky smut #stripper!bucky

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sunshinebuckybarnes · 3 years

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Well here we are again! Here’s a list of the incredible fics I’ve read this month. As always, please make sure you check individual warnings for each fic. You are responsible for your own media consumption! This blog along with the majority tagged are 18+ and most of these fics contain adult themes.

Please give some love and reblogs to all these incredible writers because they deserve all the praise! Hope you enjoy these as much as I did 💕

* indicates a series/multi-part fic

✨ @swtbbybarnes

Show time (Steve Rogers x reader x Bucky Barnes)

✨ @jobean12-blog

From bed to better (Bucky x female reader)

Returning to love (Bucky x reader)

A vampire's love (Bucky x reader (Vampire!Bucky))

Groucho barnes (Bucky x reader)

Pun intended (Bucky x reader)

The boy next door (Bucky x reader)

✨ @lokithealligator

*Born in flames (Bodyguard!Bucky Barnes x Reader)

✨ @world-of-aus

*Stark industries: the soldier (Pornstar!Bucky x Pornstar!Reader)

✨ @metalbuckaroo

Picnic (dbf!bucky x fem reader)

Birthday to remember (Stripper!Bucky x Innocent!Reader)

✨ @littlelioncub43

Find out next week (Lee Bodecker x Reader)

✨ @afriendlyblackhottie

Positions (Andy Barber x Black!Reader)

✨ @cherienymphe

*Crossfire (Biker!Bucky x Reader x Steve)

✨ @sweater-daddiesdumbdork

*Wilford's demands (Curtis Everett x You)

Patience kitten (Ari Levinson x You)

✨ @sweetlyscared

Unknown variables (Andy Barber x Fem!Reader x Ari Levinson)

✨ @holacia2

*kisses (Ransom Drysdale x reader)

✨ @bemine-bucky

After dark (Frank Castle x Reader)

Coney Island (Pre-Serum!Steve x Reader)

Confessions (Sam Wilson x Reader)

Dive in (SugarDaddy!Bucky Barnes x Reader)

✨ @angrythingstarlight

Check and mate (Alpha Biker Chris x omega reader)

A private after party (Rockstar Stucky x reader, Steve x reader, Bucky x reader)

Hazy dreams and good mornings (Firefighter Bucky x reader)

All dressed in white (Dark Mafia!Bucky x reader)

Wicked little games (Mafia Steve x bratty reader, bodyguard Bucky x reader x bodyguard Andy)

✨ @drabblewithfrannybarnes

*My best friend Jensen (Jake Jensen x female best friend reader)

Never have I ever... (Jake Jensen x female reader)

✨ @buckys-darling

Electric (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

✨ @holdontorogers

Illicit affairs (Andy Barber x fem!Reader)

*Will you teach me? (Steve Rogers x agent!reader)

✨ @amythedvdhoarder

*Stockholm syndrome (Dark Stucky x Reader)

✨ @stargazingfangirl18

Taken (Andy Barber x female!reader x Ransom Drysdale x Steve Rogers)

✨ @navybrat817

*Howling commandos tattoo (Bucky Barnes x female!reader x Steve Roger)

✨ @tuiccim

*A scarred enigma (Bucky Barnes x OC Lexa Green)

✨ @saiyanprincessswanie

Dreams do come true (Steve Rogers x reader)

✨ @samwilsons-pillowpecs

Little spoon (Sam Wilson x Female Reader)

✨ @whisperlullaby

Falcons (Brock x Reader (briefly) Sam Wilson x Reader (AU))

✨ @river-soul

Serendipity (Andy Barber x Reader)

✨ @wkemeup

*Start again (steve x reader)

Understudy (bucky x reader)

✨ @sweeterthanthis

*Where the wildflowers grow (Dark!Lee Bodecker x Female Reader)

✨ @buckybarneschokeme

25 years (Dad!Bucky x Reader)

✨ @dreamlessinparis

Let the poison seep through (Dark!Lee Bodecker x Innocent F!Reader)

Tear my life into pieces (Curtis Everett x reader, soft!dark!Colin Shea x Reader)

✨ @christowhore

Eye for an eye (mob!bucky barnes x barnes!wife!reader // mob!bucky barnes x mistress!dolores // mob!thor odinson x barnes!wife!reader)

✨ @payperhearts

Work from home (ceo!andy x employee!reader)

✨ @bucksfucks

*Suite 8 (mob!bucky barnes x f!stripper!reader)

✨ @syntheticavenger

Shame and fortune (Ransom Drysdale x Female Reader and Soft Dark! Ari Levinson x Female Reader)

✨ @the-iceni-bitch

Plain to see (Single DILF elementary school teacher!Steve Rogers x tattoo artist fem!reader)

The boyfriend experience (Ari Levinson x fem!Reader)

✨ @jamalflanagan

Never let me go... (soft dark!Bucky x woc!reader)

✨ @vampy-doll

*Bride of soldat (Bucky Barnes x reader)

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pinkiebieberpie · 2 years

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stripper!bucky x innocent!reader - all he wants to do is ruin you forever

bucky moodboards list

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diamond-coral · 3 years

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The Heist (part 3/finale)

Steve x Reader

Chapter summary: Captain’s plan worked. Now you’re in for a lot of trouble after trying to break into his apartment. He’ll have you. Just like he wanted.

Warnings: 18+, explicit sex, dark, rape/non-con, forced orgasm, praise and degradation kink, kidnapping, mentions of strip club, mentioned anal, swearing, mild violence, slight Stockholm

“You wanna be treated like a whore?” he seethed. “Fine. I’ll treat you like a whore.”

Steve wrenched you from the wall and let you fly back toward his bed, your feet tripping over themselves as well as the chain attached to the cuff secured around your ankle before you finally tumbled onto the mattress. Your breathing was heavy as you glared back at his cerulean eyes which were narrowed, daring you to try anything.

And you did. Because fuck if you weren’t going down without a fight.

You darted out to the right, arm reaching out to take grip of the lamp on his nightstand. You grabbed hold of it and pivoted your body around as your arm flung out toward his head. Steve simply intercepted the hit with a firm grasp, and you gritted your teeth as the two of you began an aggressive tug of war for the lamp.

“Stop. This. Now,” Steve scolded as if you were a child before giving a sharp tug, the lamp slipping out of your hand.

“No thanks.” You grinned, catching him off guard, before you grabbed both his shoulders as support and kneed him in the groin. Hard.

Steve let out a pained groan. He dropped the lamp, and you caught it by the handle before using all your strength to swing the base against his head like a baseball bat. He stumbled backwards while his hand reached up near his temple. He pulled it back and inspected the blood. You remained frozen, having hoped that the blow would have at least knocked him out. His broad figure compromised your escape route to the door of his bedroom, so running was not an option.

“We need to fix this fuckin’ attitude of yours,” he grumbled, and while you were lost in your predicament of all escape routes being impossible, he snatched the lamp, this time breaking it in half like a toothpick before tossing both ends over his shoulder to the opposite side of the room. “I wanted a kind and docile housewife. Not some ungrateful bitch.”

He practically pounced on you, and you fought, pushing against his brick wall of body, before relenting with the knowledge he was far too strong for you.

“Well you’ve got the wrong person, buddy-pal,” you quipped, but your voice trembled in your compromised position..

“No. I don’t. Because I’ve already seen her, you, at the club. And I don’t know why the hell you gotta give me some attitude when I’m trying to save you from the shitshow of a life you’re livin’. Maybe you’re just scared. Scared of letting someone take care of you when you’ve been fighting for yourself for so long, so you put on the unappreciative bitchy exterior.”

Was this man serious? How delusional did he have to be to think all of that after one encounter?

“Well guess what,” he whispered, face so close to you that his breath fanned over you. “I’ll fucking rip it apart. I’ll break you down. Shatter this pathetic wall you have up until I get back the girl at the club. Might take a couple good fuckings, but I’ll finally get it out of you.” His thumb stroked your cheek, brushing away the tears that had shed at his admissions. “Aww, baby, don’t cry,” he cooed. “This is for the best.”

You let out a small whimper, another round of tears flowing, at the sound of his belt unbuckling and fly coming undone.

You began pounding against his chest and begged him not to.

You wouldn’t go down without a fight.

Easily holding you down, Steve let out a stuttered moan as he entered you slowly. You begging turned into sounds of agony as he stretched you out and filled you like no other had before.

“I wanted our first time time to be special. Slow and loving,” he confessed as he stilled inside of you. He slowly pulled out before slamming his hips back in and muffling your shriek with a large hand. “Gotta say, this is still pretty special though. Might just love those big watery doe eyes lookin’ at me a little more than that cute smile of yours. You just look so pretty, all wrecked and crying for me, doll.” He moved his hand slightly aside to lick a strip of your tear stained cheek, letting out a hum of approval.

You thrashed under him, hands lashing out until one of his own came to wrangle both wrists above your head, so you resorted to bucking your hips in hopes of throwing him off. It was hopeless.

But you wouldn’t go down without a fight.

The hand covering your mouth moved down to hold you hip down in a bruising grip. He just rutted into you harder and faster in response to your outburst.

You couldn’t bring yourself to make a noise. The searing of your walls was slowly melting into pleasure. You feared accidentally letting a moan slip and alerting Steve to your pleasure.

But Steve could tell how you enjoyed it. Although tears flowed freely from your eyes, your pussy squelched, the sound blending in with the clapping of skin each time he drove into you.

“Told you. I’d fuck you. Like a whore,” He managed to get out between thrusts. “And you fuckin’ love it too.” He let out a dark chuckle. “God you’re such a slut.”

You whined as he pulled out when he flipped you over, but he made up for it by beginning to drill into you harder than before. With every brutal thrust, his cock glided against your g-spot before the tip punched against your cervix, and your eyes rolled back into your head.

Steve roped your hair around his palm and yanked your head back. Your back arched painfully to accommodate.

“Tell me you’re a slut. Tell me your my slut. Only mine. Only for me. Not that stupid fuckin’ club. Mine.”

“N-no. No,” you stuttered, barely being able to form words. You wouldn’t let him have his victory. You wouldn’t give it to him and bend to him.

Because you wouldn’t go down without a fight.

He once again yanked your hair, this time using the momentum to bring your body flush against him. His other arm came to wrap around your waist, and he secured your back to him, never once letting up on fucking you. The new angle made your body light on fire, and a moan escaped past your lips.

“Say it. Say you’re my slut and I’ll let you cum.”

You wouldn’t. You still had some dignity left. You’d be strong. You’d-

“Oh fuck, I’m your slut. Please let me cum. Please, please, I need it so bad. I’m your fucking slut! Only yours Steve!” you cry out. Humility and pleasure both burned your body.

“Atta girl,” he grunted, quickening his pace. “Cum now. Cum all over my cock.”

You did just that. Your cunt clenched around his cock while you gushed around him. Pleasure constricted around your entire body like fire.

“Good little whore. All mine,” Steve chanted, but you barely heard him. All you could think about was Steve and his cock. You shattered. Your mind, your body, your will, all shattered to a million pieces.

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You sigh, smoothing down the flowy pink skirt that stopped right about your knees. That was all six months ago but it felt like years. Steve made good on his word. Here you were, the good little docile housewife, waiting for him to return home from a mission that had taken him three days, a home cooked meal sitting on the table. Waiting to be devoured by the ravenous man who would return. Just like you.

You didn’t even attempt to escape this time. The first time you had managed to shatter the living room window with a lamp (ironic, huh?) while Steve was in the bathroom. You had made it down the fire escape before he intercepted you in the alley and dragged you quietly back to the apartment with a gun concealed between your bodies. When you got inside, Steve brutally took your virgin asshole. The second time, you tried the same thing, but Steve caught you before you even stepped foot out the window. After replacing the glass with a new bulletproof material from S.H.I.E.L.D., he starved you for five days, only allowing you water. He still made you cook for him though. It was a cruel joke to him, watching you make him a meal while your stomach was about to eat itself. He’d fuck you hard after, and your body felt like it’d break in half.

The third time was three months after that. You’d managed to gain his trust enough to let him take you for a walk in the park, and after a knee to the groin, you took off and hid yourself in a crowd of people. It wouldn’t be a good image for Captain America to be hunting down an innocent girl on the streets of New York. You managed to be away from him for almost 24 hours, but you couldn’t go to the police. After telling them you were a stripper that broke into Captain America’s apartment, you highly doubt they’d believe the rest of your story.

You were in the grocery store with some stolen cash when Bucky Barnes finally caught you. He muttered a couple words about how pretty Bella was and how he’d hate to put a bullet through her pretty head, and you followed him like a dog back to Steve’s building. Steve, as a thank you to Bucky and a punishment for you, let Bucky fuck you for hours till you passed out with his metal hand around your neck.

You smile to yourself, hoping Steve would be happy that you remained compliant and would be there to greet him as he returned home.

The sound of a lock turning snaps you out of your thought, and your head turns to the door as Steve enters.

“Sweetheart!” you say as you throw yourself on him, hands intertwined behind his neck.

“Hi honey,” he greets, smiling down at you, taking in the sight before he leans down to give you a peck on your painted red lips. You almost frown at your eagerness to return it. Almost. But your interest is directed toward Steve as he reaches into a paper shopping bag. “Got you a little something. Know how much you love to paint.”

He pulls out a set of brushes, showing them to you, before handing you the entire bag. You look inside and gasp. So many colors and canvases. This was your life before he had trapped you, and here he was, giving you a piece of it back.

“Steve, I don’t even know how to thank you,” you begin. “I-”

Steve cuts you off with a deep kiss.

“Anything for my girl. Besides I figured you could use some practice.”

“For what?” you ask.

“Well, I bought us a house!” he announces, grinning. “That implant of yours will be wearing off in a couple months, and I’d love for you to paint a mural in the nursery. For our baby.”

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Ours to keep

For @dreamwritesimagines 10 k challenge

I had the prompts: We’re so good at selling lies.;I will no longer do as I’m told. & You ripped me open, then you kissed me. + Mobster AU

Summary: Bucky and Steve like to play, you are their newest toy.

Pairing: Mobster!Bucky x Reader x Mobster!Steve

Characters: Peter Parker, Peggy Carter, Dottie Underwood

Warnings: angst, language, threats, the mobsters like to play games, heartbreak, powerplay, no way out, mentions of death of a loved one (drowning), tension, groping, innocent reader, public fingering, smut - unprotected (the end of a threesome), light oral (male receiving), 18+, implied loss of innocence, unplanned pregnancy, violence, gaslighting, betrayal, lies

Words: 3,4+ k

Credits: Divider by @firefly-graphics

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Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes, the most feared men in the whole of Brooklyn, or rather New York City, are on a hunt and you are their prey.

The way their eyes are glued to their next victim can only be described as devilish. A smirk on their lips the men watch you talk to another customer.

“Good day, gentlemen,” you finally walk toward the mobsters, an innocent smile on your lips. Steve is mesmerized by the way you lick over your lips, barely recognizing you talked to him. “How can I help you?”

“We are looking for a specific book,” Bucky steps closer, eagerly placing one hand onto your shoulder. “Do you think you can help us, doll?” Heat pools in your belly, forcing a giggle out of your throat at the nickname.

“I will help you, gentlemen. Just name the book, Sir,” Steve groans at the word ‘sir’, looking you all over once again. “Is your friend not going to say anything?”

“Sorry, sweetheart,” Steve holds out his hand, smiling when you place your tiny hand into his. He’s bending a little to press a soft kiss to your skin. “I’m Steve and we need your help, Y/N.”

Whilst you ignore the unease feeling in your guts at the sight of the tall men crowding you like prey you nod politely to not get into trouble. Your boss eyes you warily so you’ve got no other choice than to lead the men away from the reception.

“The title, Sir?” You feel their eyes on you when you climb up the three steps to lead them further into the library. “Sir’s?”

“How to make her fall in love with me?” Bucky coos, running his thumb over your cheek, causing you to shiver.

“No, it’s called ‘I’m too shy to ask you out. What can I do about it?’” Steve leans closer his hot breath fanning over your skin. “Do you have those books?”

“I’m sorry, Sir’s,” you feel your knees wobble when Steve stands behind you, a bit too close for comfort. “I never heard of those books.”

“Shame, doll,” Bucky pinches the bridge of his nose, stepping closer too to cup your cheek. “You know, there is this girl we admire for a while. We come here, look at her but are too shy to ask her out.”

“Oh-you mean Dot or Peggy?” Disappointed you glance up at Bucky, tugging at the seam of your skirt. “I think they would gladly go out with one of you, Sir. How about you just ask them?”

“Dollface,” Steve purrs, now moving his hands to your waist, gripping your flesh tightly, “we are not interested in those, excuse my language, hoes offering their panties to anyone. We want a good girl, Y/N,” trembling you must watch Bucky step closer to brush his lips over your cheek, nuzzling you.

“A good girl to share, to spoil and to make ours,” Bucky whispers, enjoying your struggle. He loves to hunt girls like you, innocent and inexperienced.

In the beginning, they went after strippers or ladies of the night, offered a better lift only for them to end up in their old lives after a few weeks with a broken heart.

“We love a good girl, don’t we Bucky,” Steve grins wolfish watching his friend and partner cup your face gently. “Bucky loves to kiss a girl,” you whimper, feeling Bucky’s lips on yours. “Does it feel good?” Your eyes flutter shut, and you nod.

Suddenly their warmth leaves you and you blink your eyes open. Before you can answer, they are gone, only a business card placed into your hand is left. “We are going to make you ours,” is written on the card.

A promise? A threat? You’ve got no clue. All you know is that you never met a man like those two before…

Outside the library, Steve smirks at the way his friend describes how you felt against him. “We’re so good at selling lies,” Steve grins, watching his friend wipe his lips with the back of his hand, “it’s scaring me sometimes.”

“Steve, I can tell, that girl never had a cock in her tight little cunt. She tasted like an innocent angel,” Bucky grins, looking at his friend. “I can’t wait to break her.”

“You bastard,” laughing Steve throws his head back, not missing the way people around look at the two mobsters. “I thought you want to love her, Buck. You can’t just go and break that girl’s heart.”

“I want to,” Bucky purrs, watching you look out of the window. “Look at her, ready to serve as our next meal, Stevie. I bet she’ll feel so good around me my friend…”

Four weeks later Bucky furiously paces around his office, throwing papers into all directions.

“You had one job!” Peter flinches at his boss’s outburst. “You should follow our girl, make sure we get to know everything we need to know and come back!”

“It wasn’t my fault that guy ran me over with his bike,” Peter grumbles, not daring to meet Bucky’s gaze.

“You touched what’s ours,” Steve mocks, pushing the young boy onto a chair. “How dare you!”

“I did not touch her, Sir. I would never dare to do so!” Scared Peter looks up at Steve who circles the boy like prey. “I fell, the guy running me over did not stop. When I wanted to get up, Y/N offered her hand. I turned to leave but she insisted I shall follow her to the library to clean my wound.”

“You touched her,” Bucky snarls, getting his gun out to aim it toward the boys’ head. “You will die!”

“No,” raising his hands Peter sniffles. “She cleaned my wound, but I never touched her. I thought if I follow her I get to know her better. She told me about her brother and family. Y/N said she has no one in her life and that I remind her of her younger brother.”

“Younger brother?” Humming Bucky secures his gun. “Tell me everything about her brother, family, and anything she told you, boy.”

Peter nods eagerly, afraid this is the last day of his life. “Y/N said her brother drowned when she was twelve. She always felt responsible. Maybe…” Panting Peter looks at Steve who leans against Bucky’s desk. Leg crossed, his gun in his hands he watches the boy squirm on the chair.

“Maybe?” Steve dips his head, jerking his head toward Bucky. “We don’t have time for that. Stop stammering and tell us everything you know.”

“Maybe she feels responsible as her parents blamed her for not watching the boy. They went to a party, left the kids alone. Y/N woke to screams and a splashing sound. When she ran out of the house all she could see was her little brother in the pool. She jumped in, got him out, and try to reanimate the boy as her grandma taught her two years ago.”

“Didn’t work?” Bucky chokes out, not liking where the story leads to. “What happened?” Peter sighs, glancing at his hands before he finds his voice again.

“She called an ambulance, tried anything but it was too late. Her parents got alerted and the first thing they did was to blame their daughter. Not the babysitter who smoked weed in the backyard.” Steve slams his fist onto the desk, causing Peter to jump up from his chair.

“What kind of person does this to a disturbed young girl who just lost her little brother?” Bucky yells, throwing a lamp against the wall, causing Peter to shake in fear. “Good job boy, go and get some food. You look thin, we need tough guys.”

“Okay, Sir. Thank you, Sir’s,” Peter almost runs out of the room. “One more thing, she likes cats and romance. You know, wooing for a girl like in the good old times…”

Another one month later…

“What about your family?” Steve watches his friend flirt with you, leaning against your desk. “Do you have anyone to drive home to for Christmas?”

“No,” you do not meet Bucky’s gaze, still nervous around the men. For over a month they come to your working place, offering flowers, sweets or invite you to dinner. “I got no one, Sir.”

“Doll, I told you to call me Bucky,” the man purrs, stroking your cheek, leaning close enough to brush his lips over yours. “Why don’t you go home to your parents?”

“We fought a few years ago,” stammering you look at Steve who nods thoughtfully at your words. “It was never easy since…” you clear your throat, grasping for the picture of you and your brother, “my brother died at the age of six. They blamed me; you know.”

“I don’t think it was your fault, Y/N,” Steve takes the picture out of your hands, smiling. You have your arm wrapped around your brothers shoulder, grinning into the camera as he shows whoever took the photo a frog.

“Anyways…they tried to control my life, my friends and anything else. One day I wanted to go to a birthday party, I was twenty-two and they locked me into my room. After that I just…” Bucky strokes your cheek encourages you to tell him more. “I said…’ I will no longer do as I’m told’.”

“Good girl,” Steve hums, placing the photo back onto your desk. “I’m proud of you,” your lips part at the praise, causing Bucky to chuckle.

“What happened?” It’s Steve’s turn to demand your attention. He slides his fingers through your hair, tugging at the strands ever so lightly. A whimper escapes your lips before you meet his eyes. “I expect you to answer, kitten.”

“They kicked me out, told me to never come back, Sir…I mean Steve,” you swallow thickly, not missing the way Steve undresses you with his eyes. “I did as I’m told.”

“Always the good girl,” Bucky muses hand wandering to your thigh…

Two more months and they finally got you to follow them to have dinner. The restaurant is expensive, the people rich and the dress you are wearing looks like a rag compared with the dresses the other women wear.

“That’s a nice restaurant but I feel underdressed,” you tug at your dress, sighing as you feel out of place. “Can we not go somewhere else? I got the feeling everyone judges me.”

“They look at you as you are with us,” Bucky smirks, hand creeping up your thigh. “They know you are ours now,” Steve leans closer to brush his lips over your ear. “I bet they believed we devour you every night like the naughty girl you are.”

You giggle nervously feeling Steve’s hand join Bucky’s. Two fingers slip past the elastic of your panties to toy with your clit. “So wet already, doll?” Bucky purrs, not caring people start to stare at the scene.

Steve smirks, moving one hand to your neck, forcing you to look at him. “We will ruin you, dollface. Tonight, you’re ours…”

“Tonight,” you gasp when Bucky’s fingers circle your slit. “I…I can’t…this is…oh—Bucky,” his fingers slip inside, causing you to bite your lip hard enough to draw blood. “You can’t do this here.”

“We can do anything we want, Y/N,” it’s Steve taking the lead. “Bucky can finger you. I could push you onto the table and take you and no one would dare to say or do anything against it. They all know – you are ours to take…”

A mess, that’s what you would call the situation you are in. You wanted to resist, wanted to just go home, and never think about Bucky Barnes or Steve Rogers but unlike you, they had other plans.

Somehow you ended up in their large mansion, bend over the bed whilst Bucky has his way with you.

At first, he was careful, gently even but now he holds your hair in a tight grip, presses your face into Steve’s crotch not caring you fight for air.

“I knew she would feel perfect around me, Stevie,” Bucky gives you another hard thrust, sending you over the edge again. “Give her all you’ve got…”

Steve groans, nearing his end. “I want to see her covered in my seed,” Steve roars, slipping out of your mouth. He’s stroking his length, a grin on his lips when he cums all over your face. “Perfect.”

“Yeah, I knew she would be perfect prey,” words are hard to understand when Bucky takes you forcefully apart. “Now be good and take all of me,” warmth fills you, and you panic, knowing there is a chance they got you pregnant.

“I said not inside,” whining you look at Steve who wraps his hand around your throat, a dark look on his face when his friend slips out of you.

“We do as we please, dollface,” you don’t like the way Steve looks at you, a triumphal smirk on his lips. “Now get dressed and leave. We had our fun, never contact us again.”

Your heart sinks and it takes everything in you to not cry. “Aw, does she want to cry Stevie?” Bucky coos when Steve drops his hand, watching you scramble away to grasp for your clothes.

“If I were you,” eyes locking with Bucky’s you scoff, “I would be ashamed of myself. Pathetic little men using a girl and hurt her to feel better.” Whilst you get dressed as fast as possible, suppressing sobs, Steve swallows at your pained expression.

“Are you done?” Bucky chokes out, not liking the way his stomach drops at the tiny sob escaping your lips the moment you grasp for the door handle.

“Rot in hell, worthless scum,” your words hit home, make both men feel like the insecure boys they used to be. “No one will ever love you…”

Four months later…

“You shouldn’t still come around, Peter,” you scold the young boy who became your friend. “They will hurt you if they ever find out.”

“I should’ve warned you, this is on me,” Peter glances at your swollen belly, sighing as you will have to raise your children on your own. “I’m sorry.”

“You couldn’t know about their games, okay,” your eyes drift toward the door when your colleagues step inside, grinning widely.

“We got a date with two hot guys,” Dot squeals, wondering why Peter, her new ‘boyfriends’ assistant talks to you. “Peter, what are you doing here?”

“He wants a book, Dot. People come here to get books,” you jump in, frowning at Peter’s scared expression. “Mr. Parker is searching for a specific book. I’ll help him and you can tell me about your hot dates later…”

“Shit, that’s the girl I saw with Bucky, Y/N,” Peter whispers, pointing toward Dot. “I guess those two are their next prey.”

“I should warn them but, to be honest,” you sigh, shaking your head, “they will not believe me, Peter.”

“I could try,” you pat Peters cheek, shaking your head. “Maybe I can help to prevent another broken heart.”

“Peter, this is not your fault, it’s mine. I believed their lies,” you sniffle, looking at Peggy who is grinning at you. “Those two, they are predators too. Do you know how many guys came here with a broken heart?”

“I can imagine,” nodding Peter takes the book you offer to him. “Maybe those four deserve each other,” you giggle, patting your friends’ hand. “I’m still sorry.”

“I know, Pete…”

“Pregnant?” Bucky spits his drink all over Dot, looking at her with wide eyes. “Y/N, your colleague is pregnant?”

“Yeah, around four months,” Peggy snickers, elbowing Steve. “She fucked once and got pregnant with twins, hilarious. Such a stupid little girl. She should’ve used protection.”

“Pregnant…four months,” Steve feels his head spinning, Bucky is no better. “Y/N got pregnant four months ago.”

“Did you have a stroke or is the booze too strong for you, big boy?” Dot coos, glancing at Bucky who tries to keep his cool and not run out of the bar to burst through your door.

“No, I just don’t feel like drinks and girls tonight, sorry,” Steve grabs his friends’ arm, dragging him out of the bar. “We gotta get her.”

“She’s ours,” Bucky grunts, glaring at the girls following them. “I knew we shouldn’t have trusted Peter to watch her. He never once mentioned we got her pregnant.”

“The boy is dead, that’s a matter of fact,” Steve jerks his head toward your colleagues, rolling his eyes at their behavior. “Let’s get out of here…”

“Then he just dropped the book and exclaimed he’s the king of Brooklyn,” you giggle, shoving another spoon with ice cream into your mouth. “People are nuts, Peter, I can tell.”

“That guy walked butt-naked into the library?” Peter chokes on his coke, looking at the door with wide fearful eyes. “Mr. Barnes, Mr. Rogers…”

Your head snaps upward to follow Peter’s eyes only to look at the two men you hate the most. Panic spreads through your body watching Peter shake in fear.

“Didn’t you have a job? Did Bucky not tell you to report back anything regarding to our girl?” Steve barks.

“I…I’m sorry Mr. Rogers, Sir but I thought…” Bucky slaps Peter’s cheek and you jump up, rounding the table to shove Peter behind your back, facing your greatest fear.

“You don’t think, Parker, you follow orders. Yours was to check on Y/N and get us up to date! We had to go out with her annoying colleagues to get to know we are going to have a baby!” Steve gets his gun out, but you won’t budge.

“Get out of here,” you grunt, glaring at Steve. “You’re not welcome here any longer. I will call the cops if you don’t leave on free terms.”

“Gosh, she has fire,” Bucky smirks, stepping closer to grip your chin, pressing his lips roughly to yours. “I think we need to tame our little prey a bit more.”

“Hands off her, Sir,” Peter chokes out, pointing a finger at Bucky. “You ruined her life, hurt her and now you just come here…”

“Boy, you should learn to shut your mouth, Steve threatens, murder in his eyes. “Y/N is ours and we do as we please. We had to be sure she ain’t a little rat like one of the last girls.”

“Get out,” you stomp your foot, pushing against Bucky’s chest. “You ripped me open, then you kissed me! How dare you come here and threaten my friend. He didn’t tell you shit as he has a heart, unlike the both of you.”

“Language, doll face,“ Steve grips Peter’s arm, bending it until you hear an odd noise. Your friend screams in pain and your first reaction is to slam your fist into Steve’s face.

“You bastard!” Bucky must wrap his arms around your waist to hold you back. “I’ll kill you for hurting Peter! He’s a boy, not a monster like you. Stop hurting him!” you cry, fighting Bucky’s strength. “Please…”

“Here’s the deal, doll,” Peter shakes his head when Bucky nods at Steve to let go of your friend. “You’ll be good, calm, and grab your shit. We will drive to your apartment, get your things and you’ll come with us on free terms.”

“No,” you feel the tears run down your cheeks when Peter tries to talk you out of the deal. “Don’t do this. They used you once, they’ll hurt you again, maybe even worse.”

“We just had to find her weak spot, and you did a great job, Peter. Y/N will be our good girl. Stevie and I were looking for the one to keep for so long, but none of them was worth our time.” Bucky nuzzles your cheek. He’s moving one hand to your belly, slowly stroking it.

“But that one,” Steve smirks, stepping closer to cup your cheek, “is worth the trouble. If she’s our good kitten, you will stay alive.” His lips claim yours and all you can do is bite him.

“Bad girl,” humming Bucky looks at his friend who presses a finger to his bleeding lip. “I guess, we got us a troublemaker. A naughty kitten with claws and teeth.”

“I’m going to castrate you,” furious you grasp for Steve, ready to rip him apart. “Help Peter you insensitive bastard. He’s in pain!” You scream fighting against Bucky’s arms. “I dare you to not help him.”

“Relax, doll. Steve will help your little friend, bring him to a doctor whilst we talk about your future,” hating you must give in to save your friend you glance at Peter.

“Okay…” it’s a choked out sob, admitting your defeat.

“There we go, Y/N,” murmuring the words Steve strokes your cheek, thumb brushing your skin. “No one is going to get hurt. We will take good care of you, and our babies.”

“Remember, you are ours to keep…”

>> Part 2

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