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muchadoaboutbucky · 4 years

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what an ass hath he (oneshot)

PAIRING: Bucky x Reader

WARNINGS: smut, semi-public/risky sex

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You wake up alone. Unusual, given that your husband is ultimately the most cuddly partner you’ve had in your life, and that he likes to spend his mornings warming your body with his own until the clock finally hits an unreasonable hour to still be in bed.

He’s got to go on a mission today, and he’s preparing himself for a long week in Milan with Nat, Sam, and Steve, scouting out an arms dealer selling to white nationalist organizations.

“I fought these Nazi bastards in World War two,” he likes to say every now and again, “you’d think they’d be gone by now.”

You make up for his absence with an early morning, making large batches of bacon, eggs, and toast. Bucky, who normally comes right out of wherever he’s hiding at the smell of food, makes no appearance. It’s easy to draw the conclusion that he’s busy doing something to take his mind off the impending carnage.

One by one, the Avengers trickle into the kitchen, filling plates and perching around the island to eat. You take advantage of their obsession with your breakfast preparations to sneak off and find your husband. It doesn’t take very long. He’s in the gym, and the repetitive thwack of fists on a punching bag resounds through the cavernous space.

You saunter in, bare feet padding slowly on the rubber mat-covered floor. Bucky doesn’t seem to hear you approach, and you’re able to lean against the side of the sparring ring, watching your husband focus on his workout.

His ass looks spectacular this morning, you can’t help but notice that right off the bat. He’s got his favorite red joggers on, and from the looks of things, nothing else. His hair’s tied up in a loose bun, keeping it out of his eyes. The muscles in his back and arms clench and his suntanned skin glistens with sweat. He's bare-knuckling it, too—forcing the bag to take full-strength metal and flesh punches.

God, of all the men on the planet, you landed Bucky. This goddamn handsome-as-hell specimen is all yours.

He lands one last solid punch on the bag with his metal fist, causing the side to split open with a loud popping sound. The filling inside litters the floor, and Bucky steps back, letting out a deep breath to calm his nerves. You debate sneaking out, but before you can make a move, he’s turning around, a smirk on his face.

“How long have you been standing there?” he asks.

“Long enough to watch you destroy that bag.” You smile as he bends over, grabbing the edge of the bag and carrying it over to the other two he and Steve have busted over the last month. “Those new pants?”

He chuckles, tugging his hair from it’s messy bun as he slowly pads over to you. “Maybe. Why, d’ya like ‘em?”

You giggle as he lifts you up onto the edge of the wrestling ring. “Definitely noticed how good your ass looks in them. Better not go out in those, I don’t need to start a fight over my husband’s ass.”

His cheeks flush red. “My ass ain’t something to fight over, honey.”

“Oh, but I say it is.” You fill your palms with it, feel the firm muscles clench as you dig your nails through the fabric. “There’s a lot I like to do with this ass.”

His eyebrows arch as he steps a little closer, the tent in the front of his pants growing more and more prominent. “Like what?”

“Squeezing it,” you explain slowly, “pulling you closer when you’re inside me… spanking it to make you go faster…”

Bucky growls and reaches between your legs, swiping your panties to the side and running his index finger between the soft folds of wet, slippery flesh. “You’re such a little tease.”

You gasp when he shoves the waistband of his pants down. “What do you think you’re doing?” A giggle escapes your lips when he rubs himself between your legs. “Bucky, we can’t—”

“We can,” he smirks. “I missed our morning romp and I don’t like breakin’ routine, doll.”

He rolls forward, sliding into you in a long, thick motion, and swallows your gasp with a heavy kiss. Your legs splay wide, and Bucky holds your hips in place as he begins to thrust. You have to reach behind you to brace a hand on the floor of the boxing ring behind you.

“Right there,” he grunts quietly, “stay right there for me, baby, gonna make this good and fast.”

His thrusts quicken, hard, determined strokes that make you squeeze deliciously tight around him, hot and wet enough to make a shiver race up and down his spine. Brazenly, you reach around to dig your nails into a firm cheek of his ass. He staggers a little, and his pants fall to pool around his feet; you hum with delight at the sight of your husband fully naked in an open gym, where anyone could walk in…

A flush of heat pools in your belly when his thumb finds your clit, massaging in quick, smooth circles that make your toes curl. You arch up, whimpering against his lips as his strong, determined thrusts turn into quick stutters. He waits for your release to overwhelm you in a quick, shuddering burst that makes you clench tight around him. He swallows your breathless moan and pushes as close as he can, panting hard against your mouth as he spills deep with several jerking throbs that echo all the way to the tips of your fingers and toes.

“I think I wanna keep finishing my workouts like this,” he says, a lazy grin stretching his lips. He pulls free with a steady huff, watching you fix your panties and slide off the edge of the ring.

“You can come back to bed and I’ll treat you real good there,” you reply as he bends to pull his pants back up. “I like a risk but we'd get flayed alive if someone caught us. Plus,” you add with a quick smack to his ass through soft red fabric, “I can take my time with you in bed. Say all the naughty things you like.”

Bucky’s cheeks flush even redder, and you know he’s thinking of the time you’d gotten him on edge saying words he’d never dream of hearing a woman of his time say. He’d—somewhat embarrassingly—messed himself before you could even get a hand down his pants.

“I think I’d like that very much.” He smirks and leans down to sneak another kiss. “Split a shower before we head out?”

You giggle as he backs you towards the door. “Lead the way.”

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icyllic · 3 years

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Path of Destruction [Part 2] | JEON JUNGKOOK

PAIRING: Jungkook x Reader

GENRE: Drama, Angst (maybe???), Thriller

WARNINGS: Stalking, obsession, too much swearing, dirty talks, possessive Jungkook, touching (...might be too uncomfortable :c)

WORD COUNT: 1900

Darkness. Silence. And awkwardness filled the entire room. You had no idea where you were right now. All you knew was that you were already caught by your stalker, whose name you didn’t know yet.

You looked around waiting for the presence of the stalker to appear in front of you. It felt like horrible long hours. Where the hell was this person, anyway?

As you were in a deep thought of your sister, the footsteps were heard to approach you. You were so terrified. What if this person’s next plan was to kill you and had your corpse lying next to him? His obsession was too visible. He could do anything just to have you by his side forever.

You slowly backed away when he moved a little closer, but to your surprise, all he ever brought to you was a glass of water. Huh? your thought questioned. You carefully took the glass from his hand and he chuckled seeing you shaking in fear.

“Don’t be scared, twinkle toes,” he leaned forward and you quickly looked away. “I won’t bite unless... you want me to?”

His smirk disgusted you. You were about to slap him but he was damn quick to catch your hand. He guffawed while looking at you, admiring your behavior so much.

“Damn. With you being so feisty like this, who knows what you can do in bed?” He leaned forward to you again, sniffing your scent and you couldn’t help but to be in tears right now. You felt defeated since there was no one around to help you. Not even your sister who was the only person you can rely on. Michelle couldn’t hear your sobs. She couldn’t hear you cry right now. You were trapped in a very hidden place. With this creepy stalker.

As you were crying, he took the opportunity to kiss your earlobe, then slowly down to your jawline. You gasped when his sneaky little hand began to caress your thigh.

“Stop it!” you exclaimed. This was shocking even for you, since you thought he would have continued what he was doing. But instead, he quickly backed off. He suddenly ruffled his hair in frustration. He mumbled things and just like that, he walked away to avoid you.

What the fuck was that all about? You went to check whether he was gone for real and when you realized he wasn’t there anymore, you drank the water quick in one gulp.

••••••

{11.53 p.m. at Suzie’s house}

“Where’s your friend, Suz? I thought you said she’d be here. It’s almost 12.” a friend of Suzie’s asked. Suzie looked at the clock and now she was a little worried. You were supposed to be there an hour ago.

“Maybe she fell asleep. You know how her school is,” Suzie took a sip of her coffee. “so damn dreadful.” Her friends laughed hearing Suzie’s dramatic tone.

But Suzie, being the closest friend you’ve ever had, she sensed there was indeed something wrong. She felt like you were in trouble because she was now feeling uneasy. You’ve always been the type to be careful wherever you’d go, and she knew for the fact that you were the type of a person who’d sleep at 1 or 2 a.m. Never this ‘early’ at nearly 12 a.m.

••••••

You were sure as hell confused when this stalker went to his room without a word. This night just kept getting weirder and weirder.

Hearing how quiet his room was, you decided to roam around this place. Where was this place even located? Where on Earth did he bring you?

You had your eyes travelled everywhere around this living room; the worn-out sofas, the dusty table, but one that caught your attention; a framed picture of you.

You quickly picked it up and looked closely at the picture. There was a short note at the bottom right of it. “ONLY Jeon Jungkook’s girl.”

Jeon Jungkook? That’s his name? You were too focused on the picture and the note that you didn’t realize he was already standing next to you and looking at you. When you noticed him, you gasped and dropped the picture, quickly backing away from him.

“Relax, twinkle toes. It’s just me.” He chuckled and picked the picture up, placing it back neatly on the shelf.

The fear began to build itself inside you when he turned to face you, giving you a soft smile.

“You’re Jeon Jungkook?” He acted as if a love cupid just struck him, placing his hand dramatically on his chest.

“Say my name again, Y/N..” he whispered while you were giving him a confused look.

“Why should I sa-” your words were cut off when he began to walk slowly towards you and your back was now against the wall, and he now got you locked in between his arms when he rested his palms on it.

“You make it sound so magical..” he began to twirl your hair. “I’ve never liked my name until you said it.”

You shook your head. Never liking his name. Was that even for real? Or was that just a trick to get into your pants?

“Say my name again, Y/N.” His voice was now dark and with a warning tone. You were starting to feel scared with the sudden change of his voice, joined by his angry, darkened eyes as well.

“J-Jeon Jungkook.” you gulped nervously after you said his name again. His eyes were now moving down to look at your lips. As he was about to make his next move, that was to kiss you, you grabbed the chance to push him away harshly and you quickly ran to the opposite side. You looked around to find a weapon near you, and in this case, the table lamp was a good one to defend yourself from this guy.

“What the fuck do you want from me?!” your voice was cracked. You were crying again while lifting the table lamp to get ready to hit him just in case he wanted to make another inappropriate move. “WHY ME?! WHY THE FUCK CAN’T IT BE SOMEONE ELSE?!!”

He was licking his lips when he turned around to you, looking at you with full of lust. Full of hunger, like he was already ready to devour you.

“Fuck having ‘someone else’. I only want you.” He was approaching you and you quickly swung the table lamp in front of his face to not let him touch you.

“Stop! Don’t fucking come near me!” you cried out. Despite many attempts of defending yourself, Jungkook was so fast at dodging and avoiding to get hit from the lamp. His patience was running low now. He aggressively grabbed it from your hands and threw it somewhere else.

“Noooo! No, fuck!” You ran around the place and he was chasing after you. You were too focused on looking back at him while running that the next thing happened was your foot tripped on something.

You were in a rush to crawl forward but Jungkook beat you into it first, pulling your leg, hovering over you and locked both of your hands, pinning them above your head. At this point, he didn’t give a damn seeing you in tears. You were already making him mad.

“Don’t fucking fight me, Y/N, or else I’ll be inside you right here. Right now.” The next thing he did was removing his pants as well as your uniform skirt.

“Noooo! No, please! Don’t do this to me!” He was taking his shirt off now.. and you widened your eyes when he began to pull your shirt up.

“Jungkook, please don’t do this to me..” you managed to say between sobs. Just like that, he stopped what he was doing.

Why did it feel like whenever you mentioned his name, it was just like an on and off switch for him? It felt like he was obeying you when you said it. Was your voice saying his name really his big weakness?

Unexpectedly, he pulled your shirt down and put your skirt back on. He also put his pants back on, but he still kept his position the same. He was still above you and now, he began to hug you so tight while locking both of your hands.

“I don’t want anyone else, Y/N,” he whispered as he hid his face on the crook of your neck. “I don’t know what fucking spell you’ve casted on me the moment I saw you. It’s been years now and I can never get over you..”

You looked up at the ceiling while paying close attention to what he was saying.

“You remember your douchebag ex-boyfriend, Trevor?” You hated that name. It stung you so much when Jungkook mentioned him to you. Trevor was the name of the asshole that cheated on you multiple times. The guy who made you believe love was never real. “I really wanted to kill him when I saw him making you cry. You cried nearly for a week. You didn’t eat when Michelle cooked you a lot of meals. You’ve got yourself trapped in your room and you were lying in bed for the whole day and night.”

What? you thought. Has he been really watching me for all of those long years?

“I could have made you happy after that fucker left,” you weren’t hearing it wrong, Jungkook was now crying as you heard his voice crack. “but my hopes were temporarily gone when I heard you told Suzie you weren’t looking for love anymore.”

You bit your lower lip as you were trying too hard not to let your tears out. You remembered that story. Suzie and Michelle were the only ones who were there for you, but you didn’t tell Michelle much about what happened between you and Trevor. You didn’t want to worry Michelle much with your sob story, so this matter was only known deeply by Suzie. ... and Jungkook as well since he was listening to every word you said to her. ‘I don’t believe in love anymore. I’ve lost hope in that shit.’ These were the flashback words that hurt Jungkook so much. He wanted to be there for you, but knowing you didn’t want to be in love with anyone anymore, he thought watching you from afar was a good idea. But never thought that watching you could lead to a dangerous obsession with you.

As previous years passed, Jungkook wanted nothing but to touch you here and there, to kiss you and to give you the love you truly deserved. He wanted to be the person who made you happy. But you didn’t trust men anymore. Not even that gentleman who had all of the girls’ in your school hearts melted, Adrian.

“I’ve never felt so much towards anyone before. You drive me the craziest, Y/N.. I tried to stop b-but,” he was sobbing. “there’s always something that pulls me back to you. It’s like something always tells me to never give up on you.”

You were having a lot of mixed feelings right now. It was a lot to take in. He softly placed a kiss on your neck and you didn’t care to defend yourself anymore. You were too weak but thankfully, Jeon didn’t take another step further.

“Just...” his next words shocked you. “let me love you, Y/N.”

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buckysforeverprincess · 4 years

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Give You Up

Bucky Barnes X Reader, Past Steve Rogers x Reader

Words: 1500

Warnings: Cheating, heartbreak, happy ending

A/N: I’ve been writing a lot more song fics lately, because music gives me so much inspiration while I write on my WIPS. This is a cheating fic, so if that bothers you please don't read. I do not condone cheating, but it’s very therapeutic for me to write about it for reasons I won’t disclose. The fic is based on “Give You Up” by Dido. I hope you enjoy!

I'm not sitting with my head in my hands right now

I don't care where you've been

No, I ain't watching the clock or getting my phone out

I won't drink myself to sleep

Oh, oh

A year had passed, and you could finally say you’d moved on. Life was getting better, and the memories of your failed relationship stopped haunting you months ago. You felt a peace within you, everyday getting easier and you looked forward to each new day.

“Why?!”

Steve scoffed, his hands braced on his hips preparing for a fight. “Really?!” He rolls his eyes and shakes his head. “You really want to know why?!”

“That’s why I asked.” The tears were beginning to form, threatening to spill.

“Because we haven’t been in love with each other for a long time and you know it!” He says matter of factly, no hesitation in his voice.

The tears fall at his truth, taking you back like a punch to your chest. “Maybe it was like that for you, but not me… I’ve always loved you.”

You don't, you don't, get under my skin no more

No, it's gone, it's gone

I ain't thinking 'bout you no more

You grab two mugs and pour hot coffee into them, adding the right amount of creamer and stirring to mix it in. Carefully, you walk both into the bedroom and set the full cup on the nightstand next to the bed, knowing he’ll want it once he’s finished with his shower.

You’ve grown to memorize his morning rituals in the past few months: wake up, shower, coffee, get dressed, brush teeth, endless kisses that leave you wanting more. He’s been amazing and the perfect gentleman, never pushing for more than what you’re willing to give. This man has repaired your broken heart, restoring your faith in love and happiness once again.

“What do you mean he cheated on you?!” Bucky’s face contorts to full on anger aimed at his best friend.

“I saw him… with her.” The tears were present once again, already falling down your face.

Bucky sits down next to you on the couch and wraps you in a hug. “I’m sorry…,” he says softly, the anger fading as he tries to ease your pain, “I didn’t know.”

“Neither did I…”

I found a way to let you go

So you don't have to stay now

A broken mind, I came close

But you can't rip my heart out

I'm giving up, I'm giving up, I'll give you up

I found a way to let you go

It's gonna rip your heart out

“Morning, beautiful.”

You turn and see Bucky standing in the doorway, a towel wrapped around his lower body, water droplets falling from his short brown hair. He really was a vision, and you felt a warmth tingle through you from the soft words the beautiful man had said.

“Well, hello sexy. Have a good shower?”

Bucky walks over and sits down next to you on the bed, kissing your forehead. “Would’ve been better if you joined me.”

“Maybe next time.” You smile softly over your coffee mug.

Bucky grabs his own mug from the nightstand. “I’ll hold you to it.” He winks.

Got your picture covering up the cracks on the wall

But the lines won't fade

Didn't think that I would be missing you at all

Maybe that was my mistake

Oh, oh

“You could’ve just broken up with me!” You yell, your voice hoarse and cracking.

“You’re right, I should’ve!” Steve’s throwing his clothes in a suitcase, trying to make quick work of packing up to avoid more fighting.

“Then why didn’t you?!” You began throwing his clothes at him, your heart breaking more the longer he’s in your shared apartment.

Steve stops and looks at you, inhaling a sharp breath and letting it out. “Because ultimately, I didn’t want to hurt you.”

You began to laugh from the utter ridiculousness of his confession. “Well, you failed! Epically!”

You don't, you don't, get under my skin no more

No, it's gone, it's gone

I ain't thinking 'bout you no more

You finished the last of the dishes and dried your hands as Bucky came from the bedroom dressed in his suit, ready for the work day. Your eyes trailed up and down his body, licking your lips and the man exuding sexiness standing in your apartment.

“See something you like?” His tone is sultry and teasing.

Nodding eagerly, you lick your lips and move over to him, your arms wrapping around his neck. “Of course.”

Bucky grins, his hands grab at your ass, pushing your body into his. “Then maybe I should just stay here today, spend a day with my favorite woman.”

You blush and pull his neck down close to you. “You always know what to say, don’t you?”

“I’m also a man of action, since they speak louder than words.” He leans in, his lips contacting yours in a passionate kiss.

I found a way to let you go

So you don't have to stay now

A broken mind, I came close

But you can't rip my heart out

I'm giving up, I'm giving up, I'll give you up

I found a way to let you go

It's gonna rip your heart out

“Leave!” Bucky’s in Steve’s face, his hands balled into fists, looking like he’s ready to throw them at Steve.

Steve laughs in Bucky’s face, amused by his best friends’ tactics. “You can’t tell me to leave, it’s not your place!”

“No, but it is mine.” You say from the hallway entrance, having heard the two men throwing words.

“Baby…,” Steve steps closer, but Bucky puts his hand out to stop him.

“Don’t… according to you I haven’t been in a long time.” You walk over and sit down on the stool at the island, keeping your distance from the man that broke your heart.

“I came to talk, please. Can’t we talk about this?” Steve begs, a softness in his voice.

“How convenient. You want to talk now? You kinda missed that boat and should’ve tried to talk before you cheated on me.”

“I made a mistake… please, let’s talk about this.”

You shake your head and chuckle. “No, Steve. I don’t think so. Bucky….”

The brunette looks back at you with raised eyebrows. “Yes, beautiful?”

“Think you can take out the trash for me? It’s getting old.” Your eyes meet Steve’s, and he rolls his eyes understanding your meaning.

Bucky grins, “With pleasure.”

Nothing you say will change my mind

You couldn't wait to leave me behind

Nothing you say will change my mind

You couldn't wait to leave me behind

Nothing you say will change my mind

You couldn't wait to leave me behind

“Thank you, for everything.”

“You don’t have to thank me, it’s not exactly a hardship.” Bucky admits with a smile, grabbing his keys and phone, ready to leave for work.

You shrug your shoulders, “Maybe not, but I know this cost you more than it should’ve. None of this has been fair to you.”

Bucky steps closer to you and kisses your lips softly. “I made a choice and I stand by it.”

“That choice cost you your best friend. I feel guilty about that.”

Bucky shakes his head, “My best friend lied to me, kept secrets, and broke the heart of the woman I love. That friendship sailed a long time ago. Nothing for you to feel guilty about. He’s someone else’s problem now.”

You grinned and shook your head. “You’re gonna be late, again.”

Chuckling, Bucky kisses your cheek and steps back heading to the door. “I’ll see you for dinner? Nat and Clint said they’ll be over at six.”

“I love you.” You say as he opens the door.

Bucky looks back at you, his blue eyes meeting yours, “I love you more.”

It’s been a year since that day. A year of ups and downs, heartbreak and loss, but through it all Bucky has been by your side, his friendship and love never wavering. Even when Steve had found out about the two of you, he stood strong, defending both of your actions, not caring if it was the final straw in their friendship. He couldn’t be bothered by it, swearing his devotion to you in front of your cheating ex.

It was all the reassurance you needed, and you’ve never looked back. Your future was bright and no longer included Steve Rogers. You’d found a way to let him go, officially given him up. Life was so much better with Bucky Barnes by your side.

I found a way to let you go

So you don't have to stay now

A broken mind, I came close

But you can't rip my heart out

I'm giving up, I'm giving up, I'll give you up

I found a way to let you go

It's gonna rip your heart out

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justagirlinafandomworld · 4 years

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August Reading List

Welcome to August 2020′s masterlist for @beccaanne814‘s 366 Reblog Challenge!

Please explore and enjoy these different works from some wonderful writers. Something rubbing you the wrong way with the summary and warnings alone? Move along, it’s okay. We all have different tastes.

2020 Reblog Challenge Masterlist

1. The Ban by @writingsoftheloser MCU | Thor Odinson x Reader Warnings: swearing

2. In Black and White by @starks-hero Everything is black and white until you share your first touch with your soulmate. When you accidentally brush hands with Sherlock Holmes, you can suddenly see in colour. But it would appear that you do not have the same effect on him. BBC Sherlock | Sherlock x Reader Warnings: Angst

3. Different by @starks-hero After a night in together, you find that Sherlock Holmes is rather endearing whilst drunk. BBC Sherlock | Sherlock x Reader Warnings: Alcohol consumption, insecure reader

4. Forever More by @firefly-in-darkness Y/N and Thor finally have their moment, after everything. MCU | Thor Odinson x Reader Warnings: Swearing, a smidge of angst, fluff

5. Come What May - Falling by @girl-next-door-writes A young writer escapes from the life his father had planned out for him and falls in with a rather eccentric crowd of ‘artists’. Being swept up in the excitement of his new surroundings he finds something he had always longed for but had not expected to find in the infamous club scene. SPN | Sam Winchester x Reader

6. Come What May Ch. 2 by @girl-next-door-writes Sam takes his first steps into the murky world of The Second Level and discovers the muse he has always dreamt of, but is everything as it seems? SPN | Sam Winchester x Reader

7. Ofre by @suz-123 Old magic and wildflowers. Her scent branded on him from years past. Thor cannot turn her away when his witch appears to him again. MCU | Thor Odinson x Female Reader Warnings: Smut. 18+. Angst. Character death.

8. The Real Deal by @firefly-in-darkness Your friend sends you a link to a pornstar that looks a lot like Dean... SPN | Dean Winchester x Reader Warnings: 18+, smut, masturbation, sex toy.

9. All I Want - Ch. 8 by @kellyn1604 You and Professor Rogers have a lot to discuss after your drunken confessions the previous night. MCU | Professor! Steve Rogers x Reader Warnings: Smut (female receiving oral, fingering, mild edging, sex)

10. sunshine. by @xbuchananbarnes Part of the you are the sun universe but can be read as a stand-alone. | A morning at the lake helps ease Steve’s heart. MCU | Steve Rogers x Reader

11. supernova. by @xbuchananbarnes Part of the you are the sun universe but can be read as a stand-alone. | A wedding and a talk about the future. MCU | Steve Rogers x Reader Warnings: smut, fluff.

12. Come What May - Ch. 3 by @girl-next-door-writes A case of mistaken identity plunges Sam into a tornado of lies and half-truths where his life eerily mirrors his art. The love and happiness he had yearned for comes with strings which tangle him up, unaware of the potentially deadly consequences. SPN | Musicals AU Sam Winchester x Reader

13. Clark Fucking Kent by @idabbleincrazy (wouldn’t let me tag you honey) When you let a revelation slip on a hunt, Sam finds the courage to reveal something in return. SPN | Sam Winchester x Reader Warnings: Roleplay, smut, oral (female receiving), vaginal fingering, consent kink (if you squint), playful teasing, Sam is a sweetie, but also a fucking sex god.

14. Temptations by @donutloverxo You know you only want him because you can’t have him. But you still can’t help yourself. Knives Out | Ransom Drysdale x Reader Warnings: smut, cheating, spanking, name calling, light anal stuff, like a small mention of choking (blink and you’ll miss it).

15. New Years Eve by @donutloverxo You might not be his girl but you are still his. Knives Out| Ransom Drysdale x Reader Warnings: smut, semi-public sex, cheating, slut-shaming, dark elements

16. Morning lovin’ by @donutloverxo Ransom doesn’t want you to go to work. Knives Out | Ransom Drysdale x Reader Warnings: smut, edging, ransom being an ass

17. Toxin by @gone-to-fight-the-fairies A siren that practices duality of sea and land comes face-to-face with her romantic past. But can it stay in the past or will their addiction to one another be too much? SPN | Pirate!Castiel x Siren!Reader

18. lipstick stain. by @xbuchananbarnes “Give me tall, dark and handsome, mix it up with something strong. I feel a sin comin’ on.” MCU | Bucky Barnes x Reader Warnings: smut, mirror kink (if you squint?), pining

19. Guidance by @donutloverxo Ransom shows you how to please him. Knives Out | Ransom Drysdale x Reader Warnings: smut, inexperienced reader, ransom

20. I don’t wanna fall in love (but I do) by @nekoannie-chan You never thought you’d fall in love with Brock, yet someone interrupted your happiness and now you wanted revenge. MCU | Brock Rumlow x Reader Warnings: Angst

Wasn’t Supposed to End Like This by @tinymalscoffee Barnes and Rogers Co. are a cover-up business for the Brooklyn mob, but when the police start to get suspicious they set up a marriage with a family with no choice but to obey. MCU | Mobster!Bucky x Reader Warnings: Heavy angst, Bucky’s a prick in the beginning, lots of pining, mob stuff, cheating, violence, suggestiveness, a little bit of fluff, death, and enemies to lovers kinda

21. The Mess We’ve Made by @opheliadawnwalker3 Innocent maid Reader is hired by Steve and Bucky. Entranced by her flustered nature and untouched body, the super soldiers long to corrupt her and make her entirely theirs. MCU | Steve Rogers x Reader x Bucky Barnes Warnings: coercion boss/worker dynamic, slight dub con, dirty talk, edging, overstimulation, daddy kink and sexual content

22. Come What May Ch. 4 by @girl-next-door-writes Sam has to know if there is any chance his feelings are reciprocated. Stealing across to your room he makes an impassioned plea for you to at least consider the possibility of love. SPN | Sam Winchester x Reader

23. Rejection by @navybrat817 The reader finds out the hard way that rejecting Ransom Drysdale is a mistake. Knives Out | Ransom Drysdale x Reader Warnings: Rape/Non-Con, possessive behavior, threat of violence, blackmail.

That’s Not My Bucky by @girl-next-door-writes Drabble request. MCU | Bucky Barnes x Reader

24. Late Night Comfort by @notyetneedcoffee MCU | Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes x Reader Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Super Naughty Threesome Smut

Someone Else’s Girl by @girl-next-door-writes Drabble Request Star Trek aos | Jim Kirk, Reader, Leonard McCoy

25. Because I Am by @fablesrose Worth and the heart are very fragile things. Sometimes it’s good to know when to walk away. MCU | Stephen Strange x Reader Warnings: break-ups, implied cheating

26. Sunflowers by @actual-bill-potts Just a little snippet for River Song Appreciation Day Doctor Who | River Song, Amy Pond

Misery Loves Company by @barnesandco Drabble MCU | Steve Rogers x Reader Warnings: Mentions of sharp objects, angsty

27. 9 to 5 by @ladyofmaidensandwine Reader is a no-nonsense, business-oriented woman. Her boss is less concerned with protocol, and entirely too stubborn. Dean Smith has but one goal in mind - finally get his assistant to go out with him. SPN | Dean Smith x Fem!Reader

28. Strange Love by @rosetintedbucky All Stephen wants is to have his head between reader’s thighs. Is that too much to ask? MCU | Stephen Strange x Reader Warnings: oral (female receiving), slight sir kink (barely noticeable), porn without plot

29. Sentiment by @starks-hero Sherlock says something he regrets. But can you forgive him for it? BBC Sherlock | Sherlock Holmes x Reader Warnings: Angst

30. Spread Some Skrewball & Lick It by @221bshrlocked MCU | Bucky Barnes x Reader Warnings: Smut.

Crystalline by @heli0s-writes MCU | Bucky Barnes x Reader Warnings: Bottom Bucky and Service Dom reader. Throatfucking. Cathartic crying. Bucky working out trauma.

31. The Edge by @sagechanoafterdark MCU | Steve Rogers x Reader Warnings: swearing, depression, sad boy Steve, sexual situations, heartbreak, manful tears.

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carolmaximoffs · 4 years

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THE GOOD DOCTOR

CHAPTER TEN

Ch. Summary: Having successfully wooed Thea long ago, Sam puts a ring on it. For now, all is well.

Warnings: cursing, endgame/infinity war spoilers, drinking (in the context of a wedding reception)

Pairings: Sam Wilson x OFC

A/N: short and sweet ending. if you’re not caught up with tgd, you can read the rest of the story here, but otherwise this is it! i love thea so so much and i really enjoyed writing her. i hope this lives up to sam/thea shipper’s standards bc this chapter is all fluff...if people are interested maybe i’ll throw together a blurb or two later, but like i said, for now, this is the end.

Tagging some people so it isn’t lost in the tl: @star-spangled-beard-burn @suz-123 @curtainlover @annathesillyfriend

With the unique hell of her past, déja vu is thankfully not something Thea is overly familiar with. However, standing on the compound’s roof staring out into the sunset, a tingling of familiarity creeps up her spine. When she turns, he’s there, and when she blinks, he doesn’t disappear. Sam is real once more, in her arms like he has been for the past year. Thea buries her face into his chest as he runs a hand over her braids.

“Technically, it’s bad luck to see each other before the wedding.” Sam’s voice is soft, joking, but Thea still halfheartedly drives a fist into his gut.

“Shut up, Wilson,” She grumbles into his shirt. “Not ever letting go of you again if I don’t have to.”

Sam tucks her head closer to his heart, calloused hands cradling her to him. “I know, honey, I know.”

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Wanda gapes as Thea steps out into the hall, Pepper right behind her.

“Wilson is a lucky, lucky man, Thea,” The Sokovian murmurs as she steps closer, securing one of the flowers twisted into Thea’s hair like a crown. Morgan, beside her, bounces eagerly on her heels, nearly spilling her basket of petals. Pepper quickly snags the basket from the young girl as Thea scoops Morgan into her arms.

“Mama did so good, Auntie Dot!” Morgan exclaims, leaning back precariously in Thea’s arms to tug at a kinky curl. “Just like a princess.”

Thea plants a kiss on Morgan’s forehead in thanks. As Morgan squeals, swiping at the glittery imprint left on her face, boots pound up the stairs. Bucky peeks around the corner, hair freshly cropped. He runs a hand over it and lets out a low whistle as he gives Thea a once over.

“Damn, Doc. Not too shabby out of them scrubs,” He drawls. Thea turns Morgan’s face away with one hand and flips him off with the other. Bucky only rolls his eyes, making a show of shifting uncomfortably in his suit jacket. “Ladies, you might want to head out. ‘Cept you Miss Morgan.”

“I go first!” Morgan cheers. She squirms, and is back to bouncing as soon as Thea sets her down. Pepper hands Bucky the basket as she and Wanda slip past him. Bucky crouches, handing the basket to Morgan with as much seriousness as he can muster.

“That’s right, bubba, but you gotta stay still so you don’t spill it, okay?” Bucky instructs as he hands the basket to her. Morgan salutes him, and Thea bites her lip as Bucky salutes right back. “Awesome. How about you go wait with Mr. Steve at the end of the aisle, okay?”

Morgan nods eagerly, scampering off towards the stairs. She holds her basket as steady as possible all the way down. Bucky gets up like he hasn’t just interacted with a child in the sweetest way possible, brushing off the knees of his dress pants. He catches the look Thea’s giving him, though, and makes his face as threatening as possible even as his cheeks flush. “Not a word, Doc.”

“Of course not,” Thea murmurs. Bucky leans around her, grabbing her bouquet off a small table beneath a painted portrait of the Stark’s that makes him quickly avert his gaze. She thanks him softly, smoothing her dress one last time before taking it from him. Thea makes to go around him, but he stops her with a light grip on her shoulders.

“You sure you wanna do this?” He inquires, and Thea knows that he’s only half joking. “I can fly a helicopter. I’m sure Stark’s got one stashed here somewhere. You just say the word...”

Thea laughs, though not unkindly. “That’s sweet, James, but I’m pretty positive this is what I want.”

She stands on her toes to press a kiss to the soldier’s cheek, though she knows it doesn’t nearly express how grateful she is in the way she needs it to. Finally, they join the others outside. Morgan is chatting animatedly with Wanda about their matching dresses; Steve, barely recognizable even after a year, smiles at them as they step off the porch . Pepper’s strawberry blonde head can be picked out of the thin crowd, right up front.

“You look lovely, Thea,” Steve whispers as she steps up beside him. Bucky snorts.

“You would think so, practically eye-level with-” Thea punches him in the arm before he can finish the thought. He snickers as he walks off, linking arms with Wanda. The wedding march starts; both Wanda and Bucky urge Morgan forward. She skips down the aisle, joyfully scattering rose petals, and just past her is the sight that truly cements the moment for Thea. Sam, all decked out in a three-piece suit, a pale orange rose pinned to his label matching the blooms in Thea’s hair. The hand on Steve’s wheel-chair tightens.

“It’s surreal, right?” The man in question breathes, just for Thea’s ears as Bucky and Wanda make their way towards the makeshift alter in Pepper’s backyard. Thea can only nod, because suddenly Steve is wheeling himself forward, and she’s almost in a trance alongside him. Bucky gives her a thumbs up from Sam’s right; Wanda offers a reassuring smile. Steve grips her hand tightly just before she steps away. Sam turns to face her, watery eyes never straying. She bites back the overwhelmed, joyful sob that rises in her throat when he links their fingers between them.

“Alright, everybody, thanks for being here today. This isn’t a real bible, its just a fancy notebook with all the officiate-y lines in it,” Happy laughs nervously along with the small audience of friends and family they’ve amassed. “No, seriously, I got certified online last week because Pepper...nevermind. Sam, repeat after me... ”

Thea finally does let it all go when she slides a thick silver band onto Sam’s finger with shaking hands, crying openly as he returns the gesture with a thinner, sapphire-studded ring. When he kisses her, he cradles her face in his hands. It quickly turns into his hands slipping down to her hips. Thea laughs into the kiss as he grips her ass tightly in one hand, her waist in the other, dipping her low over his knee. The crowd whoops and hollers; Sam rights Thea back on her feet, both of them breathless and smiling like idiots. The moment is shattered as there’s a loud cough, and Bucky slings off his bow-tie.

“Can we get to the food already?”

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“Can I have everybody’s attention please?” Sam’s standing from his chair, clinking a champagne flute with his knife. Per his request, everyone in Pepper’s dining room-turned-banquet hall turns to face him and conversations cease. “Thanks. I don’t know if the husband usually gives any type of speech but, here goes nothing.

“When I first met my wife,” He pauses to glance at Thea, grin enormous. “When I first met my wife, I didn’t think she’d be my wife. I mean, obviously, I thought she was gorgeous, but I hadn’t seriously thought about dating anyone in...I don’t even know when. Superhero thing kinda takes over your life, you know? Being a vet counselor wasn’t much better. But Thea...Thea was different. She was smart, funny...she could tolerate Tony effin’ Stark. She’s also one of the strongest people I know. I started ‘wooing’ her partially as a joke, cuz, hey, what shot did I have? C’mon. Wiseass vet in his thirties, saves the world in a bird costume. And this woman...this woman not only was a surgeon, she had a damn PhD! And then we find out she can heal people with a freakin’ touch...no way. No shot in hell. But she took it all in stride, and saw something in me - I still don’t know what - and she chose me. She chose me, and I promised already, but baby,”

Sam turns to Thea instead of the guests now, reaching out a hand that she gladly accepts. With her free hand, she swipes at stray tears leaking from her eyes. “Dorothea Triplett-Wilson, I promise I’m gonna choose you every goddamn day of my life. If I’m still saving the world in ten years, it’s only to keep you in it, and make it a better place for our kid.”

“Your WHAT?” This comes from Wanda. Beside her, Bucky has promptly choked on his champagne. Morgan is parting his back with as much force as she can muster. When she finally gathers the courage to peek through her fingers, Thea meets her husband’s embarrassed face. Despite the chaos around them, he gives her his most charming smile.

“Oops?”

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barnesandco · 4 years

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Nikah: August

Story Masterlist

Nikah: noun, Arabic, meaning the contract of marriage.

Bucky marries Peter’s former tutor because her student visa’s about to expire and the government isn’t granting her a green card. Can she find a way to permanent residence by marriage, and if so, will it be at the cost of their hearts?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Violence, blood, angst, panic attack. Excessive metaphor usage.

A/N: Written under the Arranged/Accidental Marriage trope for @mermaidxatxheart ‘s writing challenge. Guys, I had to Google the English word for coriander lmao. I literally had to search: dhanya vegetable english. How. Pathetic. Also, whew. This was hard to write, but I’m pleased with it, so I hope you will be, too!

In the climax of a week-long mission, everything changes. The world flips on its axis, the universe inverted such that those flaming stars he was admiring in that planetarium nary a month ago are now inside of him. Burning, searing, wicked torture, his body is bursting from the seams with pain. Exploding, the half-a-dozen poisoned bullets being pried out of his system by the field medic. How anyone managed to land not just one, but six round on him, none of them know. His teammates are still in the thick of it, several thousand feet down while he gets flown off.

The young man, green-faced but resolute, is doing the best he can as the poison takes hold. Soon - somewhere over Mexico, now miles away from the battlefield - the convulsions start, and so do the hallucinations. All of a sudden, it’s 1942, and Buck is buried in the Austrian snow, a hole where his arm should have been. The medic removing his last bullet becomes Zola’s cruel face, and Bucky roars. Lunges up as the death pill is extracted. Clint has to put the jet on auto-pilot for the landing, grappling with his teammate, the slick blood making it near-impossible to get a grip.

The latch hisses open and a medical squad is on him in seconds, tranquilizing him like an enraged animal. His mind goes numb, weightless, Hydra’s cellars and the infirmary of the Compound wrestle for the right to be what he sees now, on his way to salvation.

Empty hallways, surgery, and the regeneration cradle are all stepping stones in the path to the bed he lays in now. The states of consciousness, unconsciousness, and subconsciousness dance devilishly in his mind. Fever dreams flirt with hallucinations until he is positive he can see his wife standing in the doorway.

Bucky jolts when she moves closer, because her shape is so vivid, although she is a dream. Must be, for how can she be real? Clad in shalwaar kameez from Friday prayers, the floral motifs blooming on the garden of her body. The personification of Eden, although part of him worries she is actually the angel of death. Most of him knows she is nothing but a fantasy, even when she speaks.

“Hey, Bucky. God, I was so worried.” Her brows furrow and even though he knows he should, he does not feel like a wild animal. The rabid dog waiting to be released behind his teeth. Until her hand covers his and the disorientation, the wheel of misfortune, comes to a screeching halt, reality the prize of the doomed game his mind was playing.

Bucky nearly falls off the bed in his haste to get away, throwing off the sheets. A few of his stitches stretch to a point of discomfort, but he isn’t concerned about that.

“Oh my God, what happened? Are you okay?” She asks approaching him slowly, and he backs himself into a corner, scrambling away.

“Stay away,” He says, chest heaving, and she looks at him, petrified. Something in his brain registers that the fear is not of him but for him, but he is in no state to acknowledge this perception.

“Bucky, it’s me. It’s just me,” She doesn’t come any closer now, de-escalation sounding desperate and frantic in both their ears. Bucky’s ring with misery, screaming, her screaming, and the notions of all the ways he could cause that cement his resolve to stay put.

“I’m dangerous. Can’t be trusted. You’ll get hurt. Leave.” His voice cracks at the last command, the reservoir of pain swelling.

“Bucky, you’re hurt. Please, let me help.”

“No. No. You- you’ll get hurt,” He reiterates brokenly. “I- I’m dangerous. You shouldn’t be here.” His breathing is coming in short pants now, staccato beat disturbing the oxygen supply in his blood. “I- you- we- oh God.” Bucky crumples like a house of cards, the dam bursting under the tsunami of agony it cannot hold, and she’s there. On her knees next to his paper ball body, creased with the hell of the past several hours, lungs starting to buckle like his legs just did.

“Hey, woah. Breathe, Bucky, come on,” She says, her hands - still painted in mehndi from last week’s Eid celebrations - rising to cup his face. Her eyes are bloodshot, like she hasn’t slept for a week, and his windpipe constricts. “Okay, you’re having a panic attack,” She mutters to herself. “Bucky. Bucky,” She calls again.

“Buck, baby, look at me.” He does. “You cook, right? You’re good at it, you do it all the time. Focus on cooking. Think about your favorite recipe. Imagine making it. Go through the process, think about what you have to do.”

In the muted haze of his subconscious, the distraction technique rings a bell, but his conscious is busy following her instructions. Food. He swallows the bile, chest still straining to breathe, and flips through the paperwork tornado of his mind to find: pakoray. The word is stammered from his chapped, dry lips, and if she’s surprised, he can’t tell. Isn’t in much of a condition to.

“Okay, Buck. Pakoray. We’ve made those a shitload of times,” She answers, urging him on, so he does.

“You need to cut the potato slices thinner,” She says, peering over at his work from the tomatoes she’s assigned herself.

“Thinner than this,” Bucky asks incredulously, the ultra-thin French fry shapes in a small pile in a bowl on the counter. She laughs, reaching for his knife.

“Here,” She says, demonstrating the appropriating cut quickly, returning the knife to him.

“What else goes in these things?”

“These things are called pakoray, Bucky. And we have to add onions, coriander, pomegranate seeds, salt and red chilli. My mom adds a little spinach too, but I prefer not to,” She answers, finishing up the tomatoes and reaching for the onions.

“Let me do those, sweetheart,” Bucky says, trying to stop her.

“They’re onions, Buck, it’s okay. It’ll be over in a second,” She laughs, starting to peel them. “Besides, a wise man once said: tears are words the heart can’t express.”

“Are you quoting Bob Goff to me? About onions?” He asks, hurrying to finish the potatoes so he can help her. Her nose scrunches as she spills what she seems to think are very funny beans.

“Gerard Way.” Is her only answer, aside from the laugh she lets out after.

“Who’s that?” Bucky expect her to clutch imaginary pearls on behalf of another classical author he isn’t familiar with, in spite of his increasing education, but the response is anticlimactic.

“Lead vocalist of a rock band.” She shrugs, and Bucky realizes he has so much to learn about this woman.

The panic attack fades as he is reliving the scent of the deep-fried dish, heavenly, the fizzing of the oil in his ears, and she is so close he can breathe her air. The tension in his shoulders is released, but hers stiffen further, like she has taken on the load herself. Like his burden has become hers to bear, but she will do it with a pained smile and a bruised soul. Her forehead tilts forward to meet his, eyes closing for the first time in days as she lets the weight of his trauma settle, and he thinks: he hopes it’s over soon; he hopes she flies away on her angel wings.

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areyoureadyforsomemeatballz · 5 years

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Fortune and Glory (1): The Yggdrasil Tree

Summary: In the early 1940s the US government intercept a secret German wire. With the Germans going after a relic that could end the world only the infamous archeologist Bucky Barnes can help. But he’s nothing without his old partner in crime- you.

Pairing: Archeologist! Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 1800

Warnings: Swearing. Mentions of Nazis and WW2. Mentions of death.

A/N: This is my entry for @suz-123 80′s Writing Challenge. My prompt is Indiana Jones (one of my favorite 80′s movies) and I couldn’t think of anyone better than Bucky to play our leading man! Please like/comment/reblog. If you reblog or comment I’ll absolutely love you forever!! Enjoy!

Bucky leans back and taps his long fingers on his desk mindlessly as he forces himself to wait for an answer. “Anyone? There was a reference in last night’s reading.”

A hand shoots up in the front of the lecture hall. “Neolithic, professor?”

He gives a dazzling smile and the woman that answered practically swoons. “Exactly! The reference was to Stonehenge, for those of you that didn’t get to the reading just yet.”

He jumps up from his desk and rounds the corner to the board. He gestures to a diagram he drew and points with a smile. “In these inner chambers, or cysts, we discovered polished stone tools. Which points to the-?”

“Neolithic era,” the class responds in unison and Barnes nods.

A man standing in the back of the room catches his attention and he tilts his head. “I’ve bored you enough for today, enjoy your long weekend. Please don’t forget the readings, though. Michaelson chapters four and five.”

The class shuffles out of the room and the well-dressed man comes forward. “Mr. Barnes, I do believe that it has been too long.”

“I’d say so, it’s Doctor now, Tony,” Bucky responds with a wide grin.

“Not medical, right?”

Bucky rolls his eyes. “That’s not the only kind you know?”

“I should think not, I’m working on one of my own,” Tony answers and jabs Bucky in the side with his elbow. “How have you been?”

Bucky crosses his arms across his broad chest and raises his eyebrow. “What do you want, Tones?”

“To see an old friend,” Tony gives a sheepish smile. “And find another?”

“Who?”

“We’ve been looking for Erskine.”

Bucky sighs and sweeps his hand over his face. “Haven’t heard from him in, what, almost ten years? We had a bit of a falling out.”

“Barnes, it’s important. A matter of national security, actually,” a man speaks up from the doorway.

“Bucky, this is Colonel Chester Phillips and Nick Fury.” The men both shake hands with Bucky as Tony explains. “They’re with the government.”

“Army Intelligence and we need to speak with Erskine,” Fury reiterates. “Urgently.”

“Yeah, I got that. I haven’t seen him, Army. Last I heard he was somewhere in Asia.”

Tony groans and pauses before pulling up a briefcase. “Maybe you can help us then? You’re a Doctor after all,” he grins at Bucky and snaps open the briefcase.

Colonel Philips slaps his hand down on the briefcase, covering the documents inside. “You must understand, Dr. Barnes, this is strictly confidential.”

“Color me intrigued,” Bucky mimes locking his lips. “You don’t gotta worry about me, I’m excellent at secrets.”

Fury gives him an unimpressed look but continues. “We intercepted a Nazi communique from Oslo to Berlin yesterday.”

Tony slides a transcript of the message and slides it across the desk. Bucky picks it up and his eyes widen as he reads it. ‘Yggdrasil development proceeding. Acquire headpiece and Staff of Bor. Locate Abraham Erskine to proceed.’

“You said this was from Oslo?” Bucky asks before murmuring under his breath to himself. “They’re searching for the temple…”

Philips narrows his eyes and crosses his arms. “Frankly, we’re concerned with the mention of Erskine in a secret Nazi cable,” the Colonel cuts off Bucky’s thought.

Bucky’s head snaps up and he turns angry eyes on the man. “Erskine’s no Nazi.”

“You haven’t seen him in ten years. A lot could have changed.”

“Not this.”

Tony nods his head. “That’s what I said, too. I didn’t know him as well as you did, and I thought the same.”

Bucky’s shoulders relax and he nods his head once. “You definitely need to find him before the Germans do, though.”

“We figured that hence our being here,” Fury says. “But it looks like all we’ve done is waste time that we didn’t have to spare. Do you have any idea why they want him?”

Bucky raises his eyebrow and moves to grab a book off the shelf. “He’s got the Staff of Bor. It’s one of his most beloved pieces in his personal connection. If they’ve got that and the headpiece then they’ve got the Tesseract. Or the map to it, at least.”

“The Tesseract? You can’t be serious,” Tony marvels. “The definitely-not-real, all-powerful Asgardian relic? That Tesseract?”

“That’d be the one.” Bucky turns the giant textbook towards them, pointing at a sketch of the glowing cube and the headpiece mounted on the staff. “Legend says that Odin himself entrusted followers in Norway to protect the Tesseract during the wars on Asgard.”

Phillips raises his eyebrow. “You’re speaking as if this stuff is real.”

Bucky scoffs. “Do you believe in God, Mr. Phillips?” Phillips nods his head. “Christian, I’m assuming.” Another nod. “Every religion has artifacts to explain their interpretation of what you refer to as God. Your Holy Chalice or Ten Commandments are just as real as the Tesseract.”

Phillips narrows his eyes, but Fury cuts in. “Perhaps you can take Erskine’s place until we’re able to locate him? This cube seems a lot more serious than we initially thought. We’re willing to fund you.”

Bucky’s eyes snap up from the book in his hands and he adjusts his glasses. “Sign me up. I think I know just where to start.”

Bucky stumbles in through his front door, yanking off his sports coat as he goes. He tosses it and his tie over the back of an armchair, not caring as the tie hits the floor. He rushes up to the attic and tugs on the chain to turn on the light.

“It’s gotta be up here somewhere,” he mutters to himself as he pushes boxes covered in dust out of his way. “Aha!”

He sits back on the floor and tugs the large book into his lap. He flips through the musty tome until it falls to a page with a folded paper tucked inside. He runs his fingers over the aged paper delicately before opening it up to find handwriting that was almost as familiar as his own. His eyes scan the page and he realizes that most of the words are near impossible to read, the ink smeared across the page uselessly.

He swipes his hand down his face and lets out a deep sigh. He looks up and he’s met with a framed picture sitting on a long-forgotten shelf. A beautiful woman takes up the center of the frame, her radiant smile contagious as he finds himself smiling. She’s flanked by a short blond man and a much younger version of himself, both grinning at her instead of the camera.

Bucky tucks the useless paper in his pocket and steals one last glance at the photo before heading downstairs. He heads to the phone.

“Tony, I think I’ve got a lead. I’ll just need a plane ticket to Oxford.”

Bucky finds the door with your name across it and he pokes his head in. “Professor?”

A knife embeds itself into the solid wood doorframe just above his head and he ducks, blue eyes as big as saucers. “Barnes, what a nice surprise.”

He takes the handle of the ancient ceremonial dagger and wrenches it out of the wall. “This seems to nice to be throwin’ around, sweetheart. What got me such a warm welcome?”

You sink down into the chair behind your desk and turn away from him. “Get the hell out.”

“Not so warm then?”

“What tipped you off?” You question still turned away from him.

He can hear your eye roll from across the room and he pads over to your desk, turning your chair around slowly. He leans against the desk and gives you a tentative smile. “I need your help.”

This time he gets to see your eyes roll. “You’re about ten years too late there.”

“You know I wouldn’t have come if it wasn’t important.”

You narrow your eyes at him. “Maybe that’s the problem.”

Bucky tilts his head, which sends a few strands of hair into his face. “That’s not fair.”

He sees the anger flash across your eyes and catches your wrist as you stand up to leave. You freeze as soon as his warm hand closes around your smaller one.

“You’re the one that left me!” You seethe and tug your wrist out of his grip. “Alone. In that bed in Prague.”

His eyes widen a fraction, but he schools his face quickly. “You knew what you were getting into when we-”

“That doesn’t mean it didn’t hurt,” you breathe out. “I was young and oh so naïve. I thought my love could conquer the great James Buchanan Barnes.”

“Love?” Bucky is sure you can hear his heart pounding in his chest as he steps toward you.

You step back as he moves closer with a scoff. “Like I said, I was a child,” you pause and turn away from him. “Why are you here, Barnes?”

“The headpiece.”

Your back stiffens and you turn to him slowly. “That old fucking treasure hunt?”

“The very same, doll,” He murmurs, the nickname slipping out almost uncontrollably. “It’s important.”

You sigh and pinch your nose. “So you’ve said. You know as well as I do that it’s a wild goose chase.”

Bucky smiles and raises his eyebrow. “You’re still looking, aren’t you? You were never one to give up on something once it was in your sights.”

Your lips curl up in a cruel smile. “I’ve given up, I learned that from you, Barnes.”

He rears back as if he’s been slapped. “Please don’t-”

“Oh, so you do have feelings? Good to know. Now, if you don’t mind, it’s late.” You brush past him and he stops you with his arm.

“I need you.”

“I. Gave. Up. The. Search.” You poke your finger into his chest, punctuating each word. “It wasn’t losing my life over.”

Bucky closes his hand around yours and swallows hard. “What’s that supposed to mean,” his voice cracks as he tries to read your face.

“Erskine,” you whisper and slump against his hard body.

He wraps his arms around you to hold you steady. “What happened? I need you to talk to me.”

“He’s gone,” You gulp and look at him. “There was an avalanche on a dig looking for that godforsaken headpiece. They wouldn’t even let me go for the body. His body.”

Your eyes glaze over, and Bucky wipes a tear off your cheek. “Why didn’t you tell-”

You squeeze your eyes closed and wrench yourself out of his arms. “I couldn’t, Barnes. I couldn’t.”

“I could’ve been here for you.”

You swipe your hand over your eyes and clear your throat, straightening yourself. “Because that’s worked out so well for us in the past.”

“You were my best friend.”

You scoff. “Stevie will be heartbroken.”

There’s a sudden pounding at your office door. You raise your eyebrow and Bucky��s heart drops when he sees the look on your face. Something’s not right.

You hold up your finger to your lips as the beating gets louder and you round your desk quickly, tucking papers in the pocket of your coat.

“This building is closed for the weekend. No one else should be here,” you whisper. “Hide, Barnes.”

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eyesfixedonthesun22 · 5 years

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Good Kids, Bad Ideas

Summary: Bucky’s rivalry with Edward Rooney, a power hungry Coney Island ride operator, ramps up to a whole new level. During the dog days of summer, you and your boys are desperate to cool off. Pairing: Bucky x Reader, Eventual Stucky x Reader Warning(s): Cursing, Smut 18+, Kissing, Fingering, Oral (female receiving) Word Count: 3,856, he’s a long boi. sorry. Beta Reader: My darling honey bun, @supersoldiersruined-me Notes: This is my entry to @suz-123 1.5K writing challenge. Congrats darling! Rules was one of my first things and read and still a huge favorite to read. I’ll never forget my little freakout when you commented on She’s So High. You deserve all the followers and million’s more.

My prompt was “First of all, you can never go too far! Second of all, if I’m going to be caught, it’s not gonna be by a guy like that!” from Ferris Bueller’s Day Off. I tried to sneak a couple other movie references in there too. ;) Looking up 40’s nsfw slang at work was super fun. Also, I’m pretty sure Coney Island never had love boats, but it sounded the most fun for plot. It’s an 80’s challenge...so naturally I wrote 40’s Stucky.

Picturesque fluffy white clouds float past you on the brightest background of blue sky you’ve ever seen. You only get to enjoy it briefly before your vision is tunneling. The smell of cotton candy, fried dough, and buttered popcorn gets banished from your nostrils by a scent so distinct you’d never mistake it. You can still hear the delighted screams of children coming from one hundred and fifty feet below but it’s faint compared to the whispers in your ear.

“That’s it, baby girl. Fuck you squeeze me so tight when you cum.”

Once you come down from your high, you’re able to pry open your eyes once more. Gone is the vast expanse of sky in front of you. You’re now level with the flashing flights and whirling rides as the sun basks its rays over Coney Island. Your senses come back to you one by one and you become acutely aware of the man sharing the seat with you.

James Buchanan Barnes was nothing but trouble. At least, that’s what your mother had always said. You’d known him since elementary school, but your paths had deviated when you attended a women's only college preparatory high school. Your father had hoped it would dissuade you from your habit of running around with the block trouble maker and his best friend Steve Rogers. It had deterred you, until one night at the dance hall where you felt a tap on your shoulder followed by the bluest eyes you’d ever seen.

The three of you had fallen right back into where you’d left things off. Much to your parent’s disgust, you’d moved into the same apartment with Bucky and Steve once things between you and Bucky had left friendship territory. Your revere is interrupted by another jolt of pleasure as the Wonder Wheel comes to a halt.

“You got one more in you darlin’?” Bucky coos into your ear, fingers still inside you. You can smell the slightest hint of powdered sugar mixed in with his intoxicating aroma; no doubt fallout from the funnel cake he had demolished prior to the Ferris wheel.

“Bucky, if Rooney catches us again, I swear he’s gonna ban us.”

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Early on in your physical relationship, Bucky had discovered a little quirk of yours. You’d always seemed to cum the hardest when you knew there was a risk of Steve walking in on you. Bucky decided to test a theory. One day at the movies, you two had been necking when he had slowly slid up your skirt. You didn’t even protest. Later on when he’d asked your thoughts, you’d confirmed that you enjoyed the danger of it. He’d since coupled the rush from getting caught with the rush of amusement park rides making you some of Coney Island’s best customers this summer.

The only problem with this newfound exhibitionist habit was one Edward R. Rooney. All the other Coney Island employees seemed oblivious to the blushing cheeks, stifled moans, and quick skirt and trouser adjusting. Not Rooney.

Turns out Bucky had known the weasley faced carnival worker in high school. They had it out for one another. This summer, Rooney had made it his personal mission to get you and Bucky caught in your scandalous activity and kicked out once and for all. The rivalry was childish and stupid, but then again, so was high school.

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The fire of your second orgasm flares low in your abdomen with each pump of his fingers. You pry your naked thighs from the plastic seat of the Ferris wheel car to open them wider for him. You’re right on the brink and so ready to fall over the edge once more.

“That’s right baby. So close. So fuckin’- ah fuck.”

“James Barnes. Oh, and Y/N Y/L/N. Publicly fornicating once again!”

Your bliss is shattered. Your eyes open in embarrassment realizing the Ferris wheel had descended the final distance and it was your turn to disembark. Standing in front of you was none other than Edward Rooney. You hurriedly fix your skirts; skin blushing from chest to cheeks. You’re hoping to simply push past Rooney to safety, but he has other plans. He grasps your arm roughly and berates you.

“Running around with scum like Barnes; such a filthy hussy. I wouldn’t-”

“Hey Punk! Get your hands off my girl?!” Bucky shoves between you and Rooney. You’re helpless to stop the altercation. Thankfully the next car has descended and out rushes Steve.

“Stevie! Please go talk him down. I don’t want a scene.” You knew sending a scraper like Steve into the disagreement could have been simply adding fuel to the fire, but you alone stood no chance of talking Bucky down.

Rooney has called the manager over and the argument has escalated. Everyone is heated in the already sweltering summer day. The final verdict is handed down. As the manger has never seen anything first hand, you and Bucky aren’t banned. However, as a caution you’re not allowed on rides without supervision of another patron. Next offense and the manager would call the cops for public indecency and you’d be banned for the summer. No one is happy with the outcome, but you’re allowed to go on your way.

“If you weren’t such a floozy, Y/N, I’d show you what a real time looks like!” Rooney calls as one final taunt. Before Bucky can retaliate, it’s Steve who comes to your defense.

“Pardon my French, but you’re an asshole. Asshole!”

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You all decided to let a couple weeks pass for things to die down with the Rooney/Bucky rivalry. The three of you are laying on the floor in the living room of your apartment. You have every window in the place open, but the air feels stagnant and stale. The coolness the wood floors had originally offered was now spent and you could feel the sweat collecting in the small of your back. Bucky and Steve had been arguing if it was better to go out or stay in with the heat.

“I’m dying.”

“Oh shut up, Buck. You’re not dying. You just can’t think of anything good to do.” Steve turns his head to look at you and mouths “Melodramatic ass.”

“I heard that!”

“I don’t care, ya melodramatic ass.” He repeats again, earning laughter from you.

“Don’t make me laugh, Stevie. Laughing makes me hot. If I get any hotter, I will spontaneously combust.” Steve moves to nudge you back in the stomach. His hand pulls away quickly. He’d forgotten you all had stripped down to cool off; the boys in their undershorts and you in a nearly transparent slip lacking a brassiere. He wasn’t willing to have to explain a sudden tent in his shorts.

“Let’s go to Coney Island.”

“You wanna go see your best friend.” Steve pokes at Bucky again.

“No... but the movement from the rides will at least make a breeze. Plus, they have ice cream.”

“Darling, how do you plan on working around our little supervision stipulation?”

“Steve is supervision!”

“Oh no I’m not!”

“Please Stevie,” you beg. “Ice cream does sound really good.” You turn and bat your eyelashes at him.

“How could I say no to that face?” You thank him profusely as you plant a kiss to his cheek. You’re up and already to the bedroom so you don’t see the deep crimson in Steve’s cheeks, but Bucky does.

“Looks like she’s got us both wrapped around her finger, huh bud.”

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Avoiding rides with only two seats proved difficult. The Ferris wheel was out of the question. You did manage to convince Steve to join you on The Cyclone. You’d apologized profusely afterwards seeing his green face. The B&B Carousel was fine but hardly moved enough to cool you off. You were all sitting on a bench enjoying some ice cream and planning your next move.

“Let’s do another coaster,” Bucky says before taking an insanely large bite out of his cone.

“NO! Buck, my stomach can’t handle another coaster.” Steve protests. “Especially not after this ice cream. Do you want me to blow chunks all over the both of you?”

“But the coasters give us the best breeze!”

“Darling… Steve isn’t gonna wanna be our supervision chaperone if we make him sick every time.” Steve’s mouth is now filled with ice cream, but he shakes his head vehemently. “Fank ooo!”

“Fine!” Bucky contemplates for a bit; scanning around the park for a solution. “Let’s do the love boats! It’ll be cooler in the tunnels on the water. Plus, the bench seat is wide enough for all three of us if we don’t mind getting cozy.”

The three of you demolish your cold treats and head over to the love boats. The line is long, but it gives you a chance to tease your boys. It felt so nice having them both back in your life. You wondered how you’d coped without them.

You’ve made it to the head of the line when your least favorite nasally voice screams.

“Nope! Bold of you to show your face here, Barnes.” Edward Rooney is wearing a smug smirk as he prevents the three of you from stepping onto one of the swan shaped boats. “You managed to bring Rogers and your tramp along with you.”

“Eddie, sweetheart.” You say sweetly, cutting off the surely livid replies of both Bucky and Steve. “It’s far too hot to argue. The three of us just wanna be on a cool ride. Steve is our chaperone and I promise we’ll be on our best behavior.”

His eyes narrow as he contemplates what you could be up to. The other ride goers behind you are getting antsy as the line is held up. You plaster on your most innocent face hoping to sway him the final bit.

“Fine, I guess I trust Rogers. But if I see any funny business, I will take so much pleasure in-”

“Yeah yeah we get it. You’ll pop a stiffy if you get to throw me out of the park.” Bucky says as he’s already stepping onto the boat. You and Steve follow quickly, jumping into the craft next to Bucky before the safety bar is pressed into your lap.

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Turns out Bucky may have been onto something. The love boat ride utilized a mixture of the Coney Island Creek and ocean to travel through the park. The air on the water was much cooler than everywhere else. The tunnels were the best with their protection from the sun. The ride was the longest in the park running from west side of the main park all the way further east near Brighton Beach.

All of you had gone silent. It was enough to enjoy the breeze and gentle lapping of the water as the boat moved through it. With the bar across your hips, you couldn’t maneuver much but you’d managed to angle and lay against Bucky’s chest. His fingers run up and down your arm. It isn’t long before his lips were against the sweet spot on your neck behind your ear.

“I thought you said you were gonna behave, James.”

“Don’t know the meaning of that phrase, doll.” He continues to kiss gently on your neck, fingers wandering across your breasts.

“Buck… Stevie’s here.”

“Yeah, Stevie is here.” Steve interjects, broken out of his revere now aware of Bucky’s intentions. Steve has heard the sounds coming from your guy’s room in the night (and day). He’s walked in on you both more than once covered solely with his mother’s quilt on the couch. It wasn’t something he was a stranger to in the slightest.

“Y/N likes that Stevie is here.” Bucky’s voice is now low with desire. His hands palm and push your breasts. “I used to think she liked the thrill of being caught… but now I know my girl has a little crush on my best friend. Isn’t that right darlin?”

You hesitate a half beat too long. Bucky chuckles before kissing you on the temple. “I knew it.”

Steve’s eyes no longer are staring off into the distance filled with daydreams. One of his recurring ones is now playing out right before his eyes. His gaze flits back and forth between your blushing face and Bucky’s. This must be some trick. You’re Bucky’s girl; always have been all the way back to elementary school. He knew you were off limits. Besides, if Bucky was your type there was no way you’d go for a skinny twig like him. He assumed Bucky was pulling his leg.

“Buck, this is a cruel joke.”

“No joke, Stevie. I can feel how fast her pulse is right now. She’s turned on.” Steve’s eyes lock with yours. “She’s probably got her panties soaked.”

You’re leaned back fully in Bucky’s embrace. Between words, he’s still peppering feather light kisses to your neck. You can feel his erection forming against the small of your back. He liked this! He wasn’t mad at your crush on Steve. He wanted this as much as you did.

On the next squeeze of your breasts Bucky pulls the top of your dress down to let them spill over the cups. Steve expects the joke to be over now and for you to rush to cover yourself; angry Bucky has taken it too far. What he hears is far more interesting. At the sight of Steve’s eyes on your now exposed breasts you press back into Bucky’s chest and let out a throaty moan.

“Told you she wants you, Stevie.”

Steve’s still frozen on his side of the bench seat. He’s afraid if he moves or says the wrong thing all this before him will disappear.

“Wanna see how many times I can make her cum the rest of the ride? You’ll have a front row seat.”

“If Rooney catches you Buck, we’re all banned.” Steve looks towards your face still expecting you to change your mind. “Buck, come on. You’re taking this too far.”

“First of all, you can never go too far! Second of all, if I’m going to be caught, it’s not gonna be by a guy like that!”

Perhaps appealing to you would work. “Y/N, you can’t be serious with this?”

“If you don’t want this, Steve, we’ll stop right here right now; but you’re not going to hear me complaining.” You eye him coyly while your thumb makes small circles on the back of his hand.

He meets your eyes double checking for a lie and finds none. You raise his hand and kiss it not wanting to push him too far too fast.

Bucky has other plans. His hand hikes up your skirt enough to get his hand under but still keep you from being exposed. He can feel the damp patch that’s formed on your panties and it makes him swell more in his pants. He loved how you managed to be demure with this rampant filthy streak. He slides his middle finger inside you easily and sets out to see what sounds he can pull from you.

Your breath hitches from Bucky intruding into you and Steve almost pulls his hand away. You anchor it gently to your cheek. “You can kiss her, Steve.”

You moan gently from Bucky’s offer. “Please kiss me, Stevie.”

Collecting the courage, he slides closer to you on the bench seat and leans in to place a gentle peck against your lips. His lips feel different than Bucky’s; softer somehow and more hesitant to be sure. You caress the hair at the nape of Steve’s neck pulling him deeper into a kiss. Bucky ruts against your back with his erection clearly enjoying the view of his best friend locked in a sensual kiss with his girl.

“You’re turning her on even more, Steve. I can feel her fluttering on my fingers.” Bucky moans into your neck as he nips and kisses your contours; fingers still pumping into your wetness.

Steve comes up for air and assesses you. You’re still leaned back to Bucky’s chest. Your hips move in a stuttering rhythm no doubt along with the pace his fingers have set. Your hand now rests on Steve’s upper thigh clenching it looking for something to anchor you.

Bucky stares at his best friends face with a grin. “You did that to her Stevie. Got us both so hot and bothered.”

Surging with confidence, Steve surprises you and Bucky both and lunges forward to plant a bruising kiss to his best friend’s lips. The sight of your two favorite people kissing passionately was enough to send you over the edge in your first orgasm.

“Boys, that’s so hot.” You manage to pant coming down from your high but feeling ready for another. Bucky and Steve are fully going at one another at this point. Each of them has a palm on one of your breasts and Bucky’s still managing to rub small circles on your overstimulated core.

Your boyfriend’s cock rubs freely up and down your ass as hard and deep as the safety bar will allow him to move. Steve’s hand joins Bucky’s under your skirt, you suck deep kisses onto Bucky’s neck. It’s a contorted tangle of limbs and mouths and you’re nearing another release. Bucky moans deep and sultry into Steve’s mouth and that’s what does you in; your orgasm rips through you fast as lighting. All three of you pause as if coming to.

Between gasps of air you manage, “Buck…”

“Yes, darling.”

“Why does my ass feel warm?” Steve looks at you with a smirk knowing what you’re getting at, but Bucky feigns innocence. “You came!?”

“Maybe I did! What of it?”

“I’m not complaining, love. You and Stevie are so sexy together. I don’t think I’ve ever cum that hard.” You lean back and brush your lips against Bucky’s. “Stevie! You didn’t get to finish!”

Steve doesn’t seem the least bit phased by your words. In fact, it would appear he’s completely ignoring you both. His petite frame is slouched nearly all the way down in the seat as he slips underneath the safety bar of the boat.

“What are ya doin’, punk?”

“Buck, remember when you told me about how hard Y/N comes when you lick her?” You glare briefly at your boyfriend not adoring he’s shared bits of your sex life outside the bedroom.

“Ya I remember.”

“I wanna see if you’re right.” Steve’s managed to wedge his frame in front of you, straddled by both of your knees.

“Steve, darling. You’re the only one of us who didn’t finish.” Before you can mount additional protests, he kisses your lips again.

“We can save that for when we get home. After all, Buck told me I’d have a front row seat to seeing how many times you can cum. What’s more front row than this?”

With a flourish he flips your skirts up and dives beneath them. You look at Bucky for some guidance in this situation. He simply shrugs knowing there’s no talking Steve out of something once his mind is set. You look at your surroundings frantically hoping maybe if you were near the ride end it would deter the blonde.

You do in fact recognize you’ve re-entered the amusement park, but the ride still has a few minutes left just as Steve’s tongue makes its first pass against your core. Vibrations from Steve’s moan from your taste have you jolted once again with pleasure. Your legs close around his head drawing him further into you.

“Hold her legs, Buck!” a muffled demand comes.

Bucky looks like he won the lottery. His large palms rest against your knees on top of your dress prying them apart to allow Steve better access. Your blissed-out face has him worked up once more and he dives in to taste your lips.

To any onlooker, you and Bucky would look like a vocal couple necking on the love boat ride; a couple with poor posture. Steve was completely concealed by the boat and your large skirts. Steve manages to draw not one but two more orgasms from you.

“Stevie, use your fingers and your tongue at the same time. That’s her favorite.”

“Boys, really- I can’t take anymore-”

You hear them both chuckle before Steve’s more slender artist's fingers pump into your core. You manage to open your eyes and check your surroundings as Bucky has moved to kissing the crook of your neck.

“Fuck!”

“That’s right baby, let Stevie make you feel good.”

“No Bucky… LOOK!”

Bucky’s eyes go wide seeing the boat approaching the platform to get off. Gathered around the exit is an assortment of security guards, Rooney, and the park manager from before. Looks like Rooney didn’t trust Bucky to behave; which you suppose was deserved.

“Steve!” Bucky whisper yells, nudging him not so gently with his foot.

“Ass!”

“Get your ass up here. But make it look like you dropped something.”

“Bucky… he’s still… “Your head drops onto Bucky’s shoulder as a Steve’s fingers caress your g-spot. His tongue works perfect pressure right on your clit. You can’t hold it in any longer. Biting on Bucky’s shoulder helps muffle the moans as your release hits you in full force. The boat pulls up to the docks right next to a snide Edward Rooney.

“Well Buck-O. Looks like you managed to control your perverted urges just this once.” Rooney looks around the boat; eyebrows scrunched together as if searching for something he could ding you on.

“Holy shit, Buck. You weren’t kidding about the fingers and tongue combo!” Steve has chosen this moment to flip your skirts up and shuffle back out into the sunlight. His hair is a sweat matted mess, glued to his forehead and scalp. The flush of his cheeks is a deep crimson.

“Thanks for looking for my ear ring-”

Steve wipes his hand across his mouth. “No wonder you’re always on her, Buck. That cunt tastes so damn sweet.”

You drop your face into your hands. All deniability of Steve’s actions flew out the window. You’re waiting for Rooney to snap.

His face is stunned. It’s as if he’s seen a ghost. The safety bar of the ride raises and you’re all able to disembark the ship. You have thoughts of making a run for it but think better. You’re an adult and you’re responsible for your actions. Rooney’s ceased babbling to form a coherent word.

“Rogers?!”

You stifle a giggle. Poor timing on your part but you could understand Rooney’s shock. The manager feels the need to but in.

“I think you all know what’s gonna happen next. Do I need security to escort you out?”

“We’ll be going now!” Bucky grabs both of his two trouble makers by the arm. “Guys, I’ve never been that fucking reckless.”

“Who do you think taught me, punk!?” Steve retorts. You’re giggling once more as Bucky drags you both out of the park. You can’t help but think of what the rest of the summer could hold for the three of you.

“Steve Rogers you’re my hero!”

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prettyyoungtragedy · 5 years

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Written in the Stars (9)

Characters: Bodyguard!Bucky Barnes x reader

Summary: You’re the type of woman who is headstrong and fiercely independent. Heiress to a fortune and one of the most brilliant minds of the 21st century. Until you’re forced into witness protection. Your “Protection” turns out to be 220 pounds of dreamy, sassy, delightful Bucky Barnes. Whatever could go wrong?

Warnings: Violence, bad language, angst for days!

A/N: Okay so naturally you’re all mad at me for the last chapter, but here is the angsty follow up! This one is just pain and panic and nothing good especially at the ending. It’s angry Bucky and a whole lot of tears! If you want me to make it better, say something nice? hahaha jk thank you all for reading it!

This was generously Beta’d by my beta @suz-123 , without whom this fic wouldn’t get done!

Links are being a bitch so you can find the whole fic in my WIP masterlist in my bio!

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Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

James you fucking idiot. You dumb stupid fucking idiot. You moron. You distracted foolish fucking idiot!

His mind berates him.

Panic, anger, terror, pain all flash through him the second that bomb goes off, he feels the heat of the bomb, pain as the air is knocked out of him and he is thrown across the landing. Bucky had not felt terror like that in a long time, not since he woke up strapped to that table almost eighty years ago. He feels helplessness like he’s never felt before when he sees your eyes shut and the debris starts to fall, he feels terror when he sees your body slam into the wall and he feels anger when he can’t get to you in time.

His ears are ringing, a dull throb starts on the side of his head and his vision is blurred by redness before he rubs his eyes furiously. Blood covers his metal arm when he looked down at it after touching his face, but he doesn't care. He needs to get to you, the smoke and dust from the bomb cloud his senses and Bucky violently shakes his head to rid himself of the lethargic feeling that's settled over him.

The first thing he sees is you laying a few feet away from him, and everything else is forgotten. Bucky surged to his feet, stumbling dizzily towards you he scooped you up into his arms and cradled you close.

“Open your eyes, open your eyes, open your eyes,” he begged softly, there’s so much blood he doesn’t know whether it’s yours or his, but your eyes remained firmly shut. He dropped to his knees and fumbled for his phone in his pocket, but when he pulled it out the screen was smashed to shit.

He cursed loudly and touched the comms in his ear. It crackled to life and he heard Sam’s frantic voice on the other end.

“Bucky? Bucky?! Fucking hell Bucky!”

“Yeah, Yeah Sam I’m here, there was a-”

“We’re coming, hold on. Steve is already there.”

As Sam said that, Bucky sees Steve charging across the hallway from the fire escape stairwell. He’s already got his shield in his hand and the moment he saw Bucky crouched there with you in his arms, he rushed towards him.

“Give her to me,” Steve demanded urgently, and for a moment Bucky doesn’t want to. He’s too scared to let you go, he’s scared if he does and you die it will be his fault.

“Bucky, please. We have to get her out of here, the smoke inhalation could kill her.” Steve urged again his hands reaching for your unconscious body in Bucky’s hands and Bucky relents, letting Steve take you.

There’s an exchange, Steve gave him the shield and he takes you. Sam breaks through the nearby window, letting some of the smoke out of but it does nothing to help them.There is smoke rapidly filling the hallway, the heat from the fire that has started prickled over Bucky’s skin and he knows they have to get out of here before the fire hits a gas line.

Sam is beside him, he quickly moved to help Bucky up grabbing him by the arm and slinging it over his shoulders, the other wrapped around his waist. Bucky stumbled and coughed up blood wiping it away without a second glance, he feels pain lance through his side and both him and Sam looked down and see an ugly metal rod protruding from his abdomen.

“Fuck,” Sam muttered, “That is going to hurt coming out,”

“Yeah no shit,’ Bucky groaned, he placed his hand around the metal, and hissed slightly as he jostled it in an attempt to stop the bleeding.

Outside the wail of fire truck sirens and people shouting can be heard, and then another explosion rippled through the floor, knocking Sam and Bucky to the ground.

They needed to get out of there, and fast.

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Bucky Barnes had never been so fucking terrified in his entire life, the terror had burrowed itself so deep within his soul at that moment that he felt as if he couldn’t breathe.

Steve rushed you off to the medics at the tower the moment they got there, Sam forced Bucky to sit through a medical checkup himself. Helen Cho had one of the nurses look him over, and he tried to argue that he was fine, but no one would listen to him.

Sam firmly placed a hand on his shoulder and warned him that if he tried to get up again, he would knock him out and this shuts Bucky up.

He cursed loudly, resisting the urge to punch Sam in the face as he helped the nurses pull out the metal that had plunged itself into his body and he shut his eyes, breathing through the nausea as he refused anesthetic and forced them to stitch him up.

Once the wound in his abdomen had finally stopped bleeding, he threw back two of Tony’s special concoctions he whipped up for the super soldiers to speed up their healing.

He waited with irritable patience as one of the nurses stitched up his head wound wincing every few seconds as she jabbed the needle less than gently into his skin, and the one of his jaw, and the various cuts and wounds he had elsewhere. Bucky continually flexed his metal arm in an attempt to stave off the panic attack that was building inside him every time he thought about you.

“You’re good to go,” The nurse said nodding at him, “But I’d recommend a week’s rest before getting back into the field.”

“Those stitches on your abdomen need more than a few days of healing, so careful not to rip any of them.” She added as he brushed off her offer for painkillers.

“Thanks,” he muttered before he shakily stood up and walked off. As he made his way down the hall of the med-bay, Bucky saw Steve and Sam standing near one of the rooms. They seemed to be engaged in a serious argument of sorts, but the pair immediately stops when they see Bucky.

Relief floods Steve’s expression as he regards Bucky,

“You doing okay, pal?” He asked walking towards him,

“Yeah fine, what’s the verdict?” Bucky replied brushing off his question even though he knew he probably had a good few broken bones and contusions and his entire body screamed at him in pain. He didn’t care, his serum would heal him in a couple of hours.

“C4 wired to trip when the door opened, on the floor thankfully there were no casualties. The Iron Legion managed to get everyone out the building in time but the top three floors are gone.” Sam said,

“And…” He hesitated looking between the two men before him,

“And she is fine, well not really, a couple cracked ribs, dislocated shoulder, bruises, slight burns here and there and a concussion. But she will live.” Steve said nodding knowingly,

“Fuck,” Bucky muttered running his grimy bloodied fingers through his hair, “I should go see her,”

“No no, that’s not a good idea yet.” Steve shook his head firmly,

“Why the fuck not?”

“Because you need answers for her and you don’t have any besides she isn’t awake yet. Cho is keeping her in a sedated state in case she you know, freaks out.”

“Yeah not everyone is used to almost being blown to bits,” Sam added, “That’s more of an us thing.”

“Glad you can still joke about this,” Bucky said to Sam with a glare,

“You’re supposed to protect her and if you walk in there thinking with your heart and not your head you’re going to look like a real idiot.” Steve said firmly.

It sounded harsher than Steve had intended but Bucky fell silent, he had a fucking point and that irritated Bucky. He was thinking with his heart and not his head that’s why they ended up in this mess in the first place. He’d forgotten the cardinal rule of being a bodyguard, survey the area before you take your protection detail into a room and he’d been so wrapped up in you that he didn’t think to do that.

“Do you want to talk-” Steve started to say when he sees the look on his face,

“No,”

“Bucky,”

“Shut up Steve. I am fine.”

“Okay, well, you look like shit, go shower or something,” Sam stated, he was trying to lighten the mood but this doesn't help Bucky in any way. He just wants to see you. “How many stitches did they give you all together?”

“Seventy six,”

“Damn new record,”

“Is she still with Cho?” Bucky asked ignoring Sam’s comment,

“Yeah,”

“Let me know when she’s done, I’m going to see Tony.”

A curt nod from Steve before Bucky walked off in the direction of Tony’s lab. He needed advice and for someone to yell at him. Tony Stark was candidate number one for both at that moment.

“Tony?” Bucky’s voice sounded through the lab, it's dimly lit but he can hear the Ironman tinkering away at something.

“Back here,” A muffled voice called out, and Bucky followed the sound until he finds Tony beneath a table, a screwdriver in his mouth and multiple wires sticking out of one of the Iron Legion suits.

“What the fuck happened to you?” Tony exclaimed quickly getting up when he sees Bucky’s appearance.

“That’s why I’m here.”

Bucky quickly ran through what had happened that night, he left out no details. Down to the fact that he’d kissed you and fully intended on sleeping with you, and Tony just listened with a thoughtful expression on his face.

When Bucky was done, Tony sighed deeply and shook his head.

“You can’t blame yourself, Manchurian,” He said softly, “This wasn’t your fault.”

“Then whose was it? Because it was me that was supposed to protect her and I got fucking distracted because I want to fuck her, I lost focus on the purpose of why I’m here.” Bucky retorted, he was madder at himself than anything.

“Yes but you couldn’t have known about the bomb, which makes me think who the fuck had access to the system in the safe house and how’d they get in and out without us knowing or alerting FRIDAY?”

Tony asked some good questions, and both men looked at each other for a moment, before Bucky’s mind kicked back into work mode.

“We need to see the footage from tonight, everyone who had access to that building. Run facial recognition and bio metric patterns on every single person, I want to know the name of everyone who was in that building.” Bucky demanded, and Tony just nodded already pulling up a screen to get to work. “Sam said it was C4 rigged to go off when the door opened,”

“It’s an insider, it has to be. There is no one else that could have known about that safe house.”

“There were a lot of people there today,” Tony commented as he went through the footage.

“Yes, yes, but I ran background on all of them, there has to be someone we missed.”

“But you don’t miss things,” Tony pointed out arching an eyebrow at him,

“Yeah well, I was a little distracted today, fuck.”

“Hmmm who was assigned to her today?” Tony asked,

“What do you mean?”

“Her detail? Who was in charge?”

“Sam, myself and Steve, why?”

Tony frowned at the screen, “So who's the STRIKE agent who’s doing a very good job at hiding his face from the camera entering the apartment and leaving without being seen?” He mused,

Bucky immediately moved to Tony’s side and peered down at the footage on the screen. He stared at it for a good minute rewinding and re-watching the footage again and again, there was a familiarity to the way this person moved and walked and for the life of him, Bucky could not place who it was.

“I have no fucking idea who that is,” He muttered defeated.

~~~

The first thing you felt when your consciousness woke was just radiating pain across your skull. It’s like a sledgehammer being battered against your head. You groaned and tried to move, the memory of what had happened before you were knocked unconscious shattering through the lethargy that occupied your consciousness and you jolted awake.

Heat, smoke, fire, pain, debris, that was a fucking explosion. Your eyes force themselves open and your head immediately spins in protest.

You gasped for breath and forced your body upright, the muscles screaming in protest and pain wracked through your body.

A strangled cry escaped your throat as your eyes registered your surroundings, white walls, metal single bed, you were hooked up to various IVs and other machines, everything smelled sterile and lemony. A hospital and your first thought was Bucky.

Bucky.

The last thing you remember was being throw across the room and you seeing him take the brunt of the explosion as he tossed you behind him. You knew you fucked up, you should have been behind him, he was going to yell at you for that.

Your mind is scrambling through the memory of the explosion, how many hours had passed? where was Bucky? What the hell had happened to you? Your eyes looked down at your body clad in a cotton hospital gown and you see the various injuries on your body, cuts, stitches, wounds, all gauzed up.

The watch on your wrist was going off incessantly as was the heart rate monitor you were hooked up to. Ignoring the shooting pain in your shoulder and side of your head you pulled out the IVs and other machines hooked up to you.

“FRIDAY?” You spoke to the watch on your wrist,

“Yes?”

“Where’s Bucky?”

“Sergeant Barnes is in the lab with Tony,” She responded,

“Call him for me,”

“I have been given orders not to do that yet,”

“What the fuck, by who?”

“Captain Rogers,”

“He can’t do that,”

“Unfortunately he can, he outranks Sergeant Barnes and my programming doesn’t allow for anyone to override an order once it’s given,”

“Fucking bullshit,”

“I am sorry,” The AI said softly and you ignored her. You got out of the bed, wincing in pain as your bare feet touched the cold floor, your legs buckled slightly and you gasped. Pain wasn’t even an apt word to describe how you felt at that moment, your ankles feeling like they had seen better days, your whole body is screaming in protest, head spinning, ribs tender, your eyes watered from it.

“I would advise staying in bed, you have multiple contusions, a dislocated shoulder, several stitches and staples and a concussion” FRIDAY stated but you ignored her grimacing again at the pain radiating through your left arm.

You looked around the room and spotted clothes that had been neatly folded and left there. Assuming they were for you, you quickly make your way over to them and pull them on. A black sweater, dark shorts and a pair of sneakers. Every movement you made, your arm screamed in pain the sling it was put in didn’t help for shit and the brace your wrist was in was in the way and annoying so you pulled it off.

Your body was still covered in dust and blood, you needed a shower and badly but you wanted to get out of here first.

As you moved towards the door, you tried opening it but it didn’t budge. You tried, again and again, jimmying the handle becoming increasingly frustrated.

“FRIDAY?”

“I’m here.”

“Why is the door locked?”

“Sorry, Captain’s orders.”

“Open the door, please.”

“You do not have the authority to override Captain Rogers orders, I am sorry.”

“Open the fucking door,” You insisted through gritted teeth,

“No.” The defiant response from her makes you grown in frustration and kick the nearby chair only to groan in pain and keel down to your knees. You were suddenly feeling dizzy, the blood rushing to your head. Of course, you were, you had a fucking concussion and had just survived a damn bomb blast.

You sat down on the cold floor for a moment and curved your one free arm around your waist and were suddenly choked with emotion.

You survived a bomb blast …

There was a fucking bomb in your home, and suddenly you felt hot tears falling from your eyes as a guttural sob erupted from your throat.

~~~

It was almost sunrise when Bucky finally found himself making his way to the med-bay you were in. He felt like shit for not coming to see you sooner but the moment Fury had arrived he’d been pulled into a tactical meeting and practically interrogated about the incident.

Arguments ensued, Steve yelled, Fury yelled, Sam yelled, and Bucky just sat their quietly watching them all argue. He couldn’t focus on this meeting not while you were a few floors down in a med bay alone, he had no idea how you were feeling or if anyone had spoken to you about what had happened.

“Barnes! Are you even listening?” Fury snapped at him and Bucky lifted his head, his chin was resting on his fist, he looked at Fury with a blank expression.

“No, no I am not,” He replied almost mutely,

“Do you really think now is the time for shit-” Fury started but Bucky cut him off with a sigh as he rose to his feet,

“Frankly I don’t care about what any of you have to say right now, I have seventy six stitches across my body, a splitting headache and a protection detail in the med bay, I have better things to do than argue logistics with someone who wasn’t there.” Bucky said calmly before walking out.

Needless to say, Fury wasn’t happy and Bucky had to figure out a way to explain this whole mess. Steve advised against telling Fury about his feelings because the last thing they needed was the wrath of Nick Fury raining down on them while they were trying to figure this whole thing out.

After scouring every frame of footage from the apartment, outside and even the street the only thing they had come up with was a partial glance at the suspects face. Other than that, he was like a ghost and this worried every single one of them.

All Bucky kept thinking was maybe all those experiments Hydra had been doing had created another Winter Soldier and this thought terrified him.

What if they’d made them stronger, better, faster, smarter than him and whoever they were succeeded with their task.

Shoving those thoughts aside when he stopped at the door to the room you were in, he inhaled a deep breath before speaking to FRIDAY,

“Hey FRIDAY, can you open up med bay seven please?”

“Right away, Bucky,”

At first, he doesn’t hear anything and his heart jumped in his chest but then he heard a soft hiss and a thud before the door mechanically unlocked and he pushed it open. The moment he stepped into the room Bucky’s heart felt like it had been ripped out of his body as his eyes landed on you in the dim light.

You sat on the bed, an IV drip in your arm, the other cradled against your body in a sling. You were looking down at the phone in your hand, a frown on your face. He could see from the top you wore the multiple cuts and bruises on your body but it was when you looked up at him and he saw the bruise on your cheekbone, the split lower lip and the bloodshot in your right eyes just above it where an obvious blood vessel had burst that made him freeze where he stood.

“Bucky,” You said, your soft voice fracturing him for a moment as he took you in. This was his fault, you almost died because of him, because he was fucking distracted. “Thank God you’re okay,”

Why the hell were you worried about him, he should have been asking if you were okay. He has to practically force his legs to move towards the bed where he takes a slow seat on the chair beside the bed.

“Fuck, fuck…I’m...Jesus. Are you okay?” His voice cracked slightly, his eyes roaming over your injuries.

“You’re Jesus?” Your giggle surprised him, and he lets out a quick chuckle before concern runs through him again when he sees you wince and hold your side again.

“What’s wrong, what hurts?” He asked concernedly he reached out to touch your hand but stopped himself quickly.

“I’m fiiine,” You almost drawled out, sounding slightly lethargic, “Just a few broken ribs, nothing compared to how painful it is to look at myself in the mirror and see what a mess I am,”

Bucky looked at the IV beside the bed and then back at you, realizing you were probably on a seriously heavy dose of painkillers at that moment and high as a kite and he released a shaky breath.

“I’m so sorry,” He muttered softly,

You didn’t say anything, your pretty eyes meeting his and you give him a small smile.

“You have nothing to be sorry for, Bucky,”

“No I do, i was supposed to protect you and I-”

“Bucky, stop, we’re both fine. You were protecting me, I mean you tossed me back pretty good never had a guy do that to me before,”

A light laugh comes form you and you winced again, Bucky feels a small relief that you were still yourself and that you were not mad at him but the guilt inside him just grows as he looked at you.

Bucky reached up and feather lightly brushed the bruise on your cheekbone before dropping his hand away again.

“Do you need anything?”

“I’d like to leave this stupid room,” You replied nodding, “Can I go home Bucky? Please?”

“I can’t take you home...” His voice is soft but he understands what you mean by home. You needed familiarity, something comforting in this situation.

“Please, just get me out of here,”

When he sees the tears in your eyes all Bucky wanted to do was hug you, and tell you it was okay and he’s so sorry but he knows he’s got to think with his head at that moment and not his heart.

“We can’t leave just yet, we have-”

“Bucky please…” You cut him off, grabbing his hand. There’s a pleading tone to your voice and his eyes move down to your hand that now gripped his tightly and then back up to your eyes.

“Sweetheart just listen to me, please.” He tried to say but you shook your head, vehemently. There are pain and panic in your eyes, you looked like a caged animal terrified of your surroundings and Bucky felt a surge of panic rise through him.

“No, no, Bucky, you promised you’d always be there for me. So, please, take me home!”

He closed his eyes for a moment then slowly pulled his hand out of yours and looked at you again. “I’m sorry, you have to stay here for your safety.”

His voice was harder than he intended it to be but he had to think with his head and not his heart which was screaming at him telling him to hold you, to take you home and just help you, it’s what he promised himself he would do.

The sob that escaped your throat broke his heart and Bucky reached for you but you shied away from his touch.

“Just get out,” You snarled,

Your anger startled him and he sighed deeply. He deserved this, but it didn’t mean he hated it any less. So slowly rising to his feet Bucky walked towards the exit, he gives you one last lingering look before he shuts the door behind him. Exhaling a deep breath the moment the door closes, Bucky sagged against the door and gripped the handle so tightly he was worried he might snap it and then he heard it.

Your sobs coming from the other side of the door and suddenly his chest felt tight like he couldn’t breathe and before he knew it he was running, he had to get out, away for just a second.

He needed to breathe.

~~~

Bucky stood on a terrace of the tower almost fifty floors up, he breathed in the cool evening air relishing the way it felt on his bare skin. His mind is buzzing, he can’t keep his thoughts quiet. He tries to steady his rapidly beating heart, he feels panic rise inside him. The sound of your sobs echoing in his mind again and again, and he releases a shuddering breath.

He feels himself slipping down that slope, the one that teeters on the edge of a dangerous cliff. Where his memory dam held back all those thoughts that haunted his existence and he felt it break. This isn’t how it was supposed to go, this wasn;t him, he shouldn’t feel this helpless. Bucky had spent so long fighting for control and he had it now, he had all of it.

So why did he feel so helpless, why the fuck couldn’t he control his emotions when it came to you. He wanted to desperately to feel like this was okay, but he was failing nonetheless. It was frightening, and turned his mind to panic.

His chest constricted, Bucky placed his hand over his heart and took a slow, deep breath. Why the hell did he have to fall for you, why the fuck did Steve have to be right and why the fuck was his chest hurting so much every time he replayed the memory of you and him in that hallway.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” He cursed loudly whirling around and slamming his fist into the concrete wall behind him. The concrete cracked and cracks spider up the wall, Bucky hit it again deepening the crack before he dropped his metal fist to his side and ripped open the door stalking back into the darkness of the hallway.

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buckysforeverprincess · 4 years

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Keep Your Hands To Yourself

Bucky X Reader

Words: 1735

Warning: Sex talk and angst

A/N: To get back into writing, I joined a challenge hosted by one of my favorites @captain-rogers-beard. Congrats on 11K love, you deserve it! My prompt was Keep Your Hands to Yourself by The Georgia Satellites. That song has been a favorite of mine for as long as I can remember and was already on my phone, so writing this just came naturally. Hope you all enjoy it and feedback is always appreciated!

It was Saturday night. You and your friends were hanging out at the local bar, pool sticks in hand, a table full of empty beer bottles to go along with your good moods. Everything about the night had been perfect, and then the door opened and a familiar figure walks in, all eyes moving in that direction.

“Shit!” Steve stands up from the pool table, his shot long forgotten.

“Maybe he’ll leave?” Sam says with a hushed voice, leaning into Steve.

“Too late.”

The man in question locks eyes on the two men and makes his way over to join your group of friends.

“Steve! Sam!” Bucky Barnes yells as he gets closer. “I’m so surprised to see you here when I specifically asked you both if you were headed here tonight and the reply was no! Let me guess, Nat talked you into it?” He crosses his arms to his chest with a smug look.

Nat shrugs and looks Bucky in the eyes, “I had help.”

“I bet you did.” Bucky licks his lips and his gaze turns to you.

You let out a sigh and shake your head, wanting to be away from the man and his predatory stare. “I’m headed to the bar!” You set the stick up against the wall and walk through the usual Saturday night crowd making your way to the counter.

The music was loud and the voices were even louder, making you yell your drink order to the bartender. The noise factor was the reason you didn’t hear Bucky slide you next to you, his hand finding its way to the small of your back.

“Come here often?” He says with an arrogant tone into your ear.

You huffed out a breath and shake your head. “You know I do.”

“So, why do I feel like you’re avoiding me… like the plague?”

You turn to look at him, a fresh beer in your hand from the bartender. “You know why. Excuse me.” You walk away from the brunette and head back to join your friends, trying not to pay the man another thought.

I got a little change in my pocket goin' jing-a-ling-a-ling

Wants to call you on the telephone baby, a-give you a ring

But each time we talk, I get the same old thing

Always no hug-ee no kiss-ee until I get a weddin' ring

My honey my baby, don't put my love upon no shelf

She said don't hand me no lines and keep your hands to yourself

You go back to playing pool amid the awkward staring of your friends, the three of them not knowing just how to handle the situation between you and Bucky. Truth be told, you didn’t even know what to do. The entire thing was exhausting, really, but you had to stick to your guns. You would end up as another notch on his bedpost.

Bucky walks back over with a beer in his hand, slowly sipping on it as he watched you and Steve face off against each other.

“Better keep your balls away from my girl, Rogers.” Bucky throws a smirk in Steve’s direction.

“What’s wrong Barnes? Jealous that my balls are this close, unlike yours?” He retorts and sinks his three ball into the pocket.

Nat and Sam both laugh, and you can’t help but grin at Steve’s quick wit.

Bucky abandons his position and moves to stand behind you, pressing his body up against your back. Part of you wishes you could relax and slot yourself up against him, but you can’t. His reputation of being the town's biggest player proceeds him and you wouldn’t give in until he was ready to commit. Until then, it would always be him and his hand tonight.

“I know you want me.” He whispers in your ear, his tongue snaking out and you can feel the wetness on your lobe making you immediately tense and move away from him.

“Yes, James…,” you’re now standing next to Steve, “it’s no surprise I want you, hence the reason why we’re dating, but I refuse to be another statistic and member of the James Barnes Bash Club!”

Sam mouths “Bash Club?” at Nat and she agrees with a nod.

“So, unless you’re planning on wifing me, the answer is and always will be a resounding no!”

Bucky groans and turns around, mumbling something under his breath as he walks away and over to the bar. Nat chuckles and Sam grins at the temper tantrum Bucky was throwing but pleased you were sticking to your convictions. You can’t turn a hoe into a housewife, and you can’t take the player out of the game, and it was only a matter of time before Bucky either caved or walked away and moved onto another conquest.

B-B-B-baby baby baby why you wan' treat me this way

You know I'm still your lover boy I still feel the same way

That's when she told me a story, 'bout free milk and a cow

And said no hug-ee no kiss-ee until I get a weddin' vow

My honey my baby, don't put my love upon no shelf

She said don't hand me no lines and keep your hands to yourself

Bucky trudged through the crowd and plopped himself down on a stool at the bar, irritation written all over his face. The bartender immediately recognized his long face, having seen it many times over the past six months and mixes him a rum and coke, placing it in front of him with a smile.

Grabbing it, he nods and takes a long sip, letting the liquid burn down his throat, making him forget his sorrows for a moment, the drink having its desired effect.

“Would it really kill you to commit, Barnes?” A voice next to him says.

“Fuck off, Steve!”

“See that’s the difference between the two of us, I’m gonna get some tonight. Tell me, are you?”

Bucky glares at his best friend, Steve looking just as smug as ever, leaning against the bar. Bucky scoffs and shakes his head, his eyes trying to find the bartender to order something a little stronger.

“Really, Bucky?! This is how you’re gonna play this?”

“Why do you even care?! She’s not your girlfriend and you’re not getting cock blocked!”

“But she’s yours. After all this time you think you’d pull your head outta your ass and put a ring on it!” Steve scolding him sternly.

“It’s only been six months!” He defends.

“And you’ve been in love with her since we were kids. Remind me why you became the towns ladies’ man, hmm?”

Steve, the asshole, knows exactly why Bucky is the way he is. In high school he’d gotten up the nerve to ask you out but someone else had beat him to it. Tony was eccentric and crazy and loud as fuck, but he treated you like the goddess you were, and no one could ever fault you for being with him. The two of you even dated in college, making everyone think a marriage was the next step. However, life decided it wasn’t meant to be and the two of you went your separate ways. Bucky was unfortunately, balls deep in one of the towns single moms when he heard the news. It was too late for him to change his well-oiled reputation at that point and he’d vowed to never marry anyone in this town. Why buy the cow when you can get the milk for free?

So here he was. Dating the woman he was in love with, but couldn’t commit to. It really wasn’t that hard was it? Just propose. He could do it. Leave the past at the door and start anew.

Inhaling a deep breath, he grabbed Steve’s beer and took a long sip, finishing it off and slamming the bottle down on the counter. “I’m gonna do it! I’m gonna wife her!”

Steve nodded quickly and slapped him on the shoulder. “There you go! Go get her pal!” Steve encouraged.

“I can do this!” Bucky hops down from the stool and trucked his way back over to his friends, his eyes locking on his girlfriend like a soldier on a mission.

Hold it here

See I wanted her real bad, and I was about to give in

But that's when she started talking about true love,

Started talking about sin

And I said, honey I'll live with you for the rest of my life,

She said no hug-ee no kiss-ee until you make me your wife-a

My honey my baby, don't put my love upon no shelf

She said don't hand me no lines and keep your hands to yourself

“You love him, right?” Nat questions you, taking a break from the game until Steve returns.

“For some crazy reason, I do!”

“So, if you love him why not just do it? It’s not like you’re a blushing virgin!” She shrugs and takes a drink of her beer.

“Yes, Nat… I’ve lived in sin with Tony, but I also thought we were gonna get married. Bucky’s been with almost every woman in this fucked up town! All those bitches are just waiting for him to get what he wants and move on, because that’s what he does… love ‘em and leave ‘em. If I cave, he’ll just pack up and move on!”

“But, I won’t!” Bucky moves to stand in front of you, blocking your view of Nat.

“Buck-“

“I’ll move in and forsake all others, promise! Is a ring that important? I’ll be yours always. We don’t need that piece of paper! I love you and we can make this work, you just gotta want it too!” His hands make their way to your waist, gripping you tight.

Narrowing your eyebrows, you began to laugh. “Seriously?!”

“What’s so funny?” Confusion laced his face.

“You… it all sounds good, but no. You get nothing! Not until you walk me down the aisle. Until then, keep your hands to yourself!”

“But-“

“Not hearing it Barnes!” You remove his hands and grab your purse.

“Where are you going?” Bucky watches you with wide eyes.

“Home! Night, Barnes!” You wave to your friends and make your way out of the bar.

“What the fuck just happened?”

“I believe that’s called a cock block.” Sam gives Bucky a wicked grin and goes back to drinking his beer.

“Fuck my life!”

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caramell0w · 5 years

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The Acquisition- Chapter 5

Parings: Business owner!Bucky x Reader (AU)

Summary: You are part of a business merger. Can you make it through with your heart still intact, or will The Winter Solder tear you apart?

Warnings: Some angst. I don’t want to give this one away until you read it. It’s a good chapter...or I think so anyway :)

A/N: So...I’m home sick today but thought you all might enjoy a chapter...plus I’ve had it written for the better part of a week or so. Feedback is appreciated as always!

Word Count: 1600

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“Bucky, where are we going? Didn’t we just pass Barnes’ Enterprises?” I look out the back window as the building gets further away, then back to him. He’s typing away on his phone not paying attention to me.

“Yes. We are going to one of the holding sites.”

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Steve asks quietly.

“She wants to know about me and the business, I think it only fair she gets to see. Besides, I think she might enjoy herself.”

I eye them both suspiciously and look out the window as the cars and buildings pass us by. We turn right and head into Brooklyn. Brooklyn? What the hell are we doing out this way? I turn and face him, a smile plays on his lips as he appraises me. My heart jumps in my throat as imagines of my demise flash through my mind. Is this how it ends? In some crummy alley in Brooklyn?

The car stops. Looking out the windows, I see several rundown buildings. Bucky gets out and Steve follows behind. He reaches his hand in and I take his offer. His hand is warm and inviting, and my heart rate slows down again.

“Where are we?”

“This is where I spend the majority of my time. Come on, let me show you around.”

I scrunch my face. “I’m confused. Is this a start up? Is new construction going here?” Steve is already standing at an elevator and I stop. “I’m not getting in that thing. How do I know if it’s safe?”

“The inspection was last month and it gets used frequently. I have a very private clientele base. That’s why it’s in such a unique part of town.” I look to Steve for reassurance and he nods his head once. Bucky places his hand on my lower back, pressing me forward. I move out of necessity of keeping my balance, not because I want to.

The doors slide open and we are standing in the middle of a club. There are lush velvet couches all around and a few hallways with several doors lining them. What really catches my eye though is a woman crawling on the floor with a leash attached to a collar around her neck. She is only wearing a bra and panties.

“Where the hell did you bring me, Bucky?” I start backing up toward the elevator and Steve steps behind me, placing his hands on my shoulders. “Do you—are you selling girls?”

His laugh is boisterous and a few people look in the direction of the sound, and then return to their own business quickly. His laugh dies down into a chuckle. “No. I own this club. It’s very elite and very expensive to join. Welcome to, Asset.”

“Is this a BDSM club?” my voice squeaks. He nods. Steve lets me go and I stay frozen in place.

“You said you wanted to see the business. Welcome to the business.” He motions around him. “Have you ever experienced anything like this?” I shake my head. “Do you want a tour?” My mind is racing and I’m not sure what I’m doing, but I nod anyway. He steps close, “I promised your father I would treat you well, and I will, scouts honor. I never promised I wouldn’t corrupt you in the process though.”

Every person I witness is so wrapped up in the other one, they don’t seem to notice us walk around. Steve has stayed behind but I see a woman is talking with him.

“How much do you know of this world?” Bucky asks as we travel down a secluded hallway. The sounds of moans and screams of pleasure make my stomach coil and heat races through my body. I’m aware of the warmth of Bucky’s hand in mine, and the way my nipples peak and rub against the fabric of my dress.

“Does Fifty Shades count?”

He scoffs and stops, turning to me. “Hardly.” He glances down and sees my hardened nipples and rubs his thumb over one and drops it again. It’s a gentle caress and I stop myself from arching into his touch, but don’t swat at his hand either. “There are many layers of BDSM. Some people want pain, some people want to forget who they are and their responsibilities. Some people just like kinky sex. This club caters to every person and every fetish.”

A giggle erupts and I cover my mouth. “Sorry. I don’t mean to be rude, but are you serious? Like, this shit is real? How much do people pay to be part of this club?”

“Five thousand a month, per couple. Single rates vary.”

My mouth drops. “That’s a steep price to pay to have kinky sex. So singles. Does that mean your run a prostitution ring?”

“No. Both parties are members and it’s part of the contract. Every person has the right to refuse any advance. If there are any complaints, we have a strict policy to remove those individuals and terminate the contract with the member in question. We host a series of events throughout the year to accommodate some patrons. It’s very exclusive. We do a long vetting process before we agree to take someone on and not everyone gets in.” We stop in front of a closed door. My heart is hammering in my chest. What the hell have I gotten myself into?

“Come on, let me show you.”

He pushes open a door, ushering me in. I stand in the dark momentarily until a light comes on in front of me. There is a couple in the throws of passion. She’s tied down, kneeling over a bench with a gag in her mouth. He’s thrusting in and out of her in a slow, torturous pace. I don’t feel right looking and try to turn away.

He stands behind me, his hands land on my hips, his lips brush my ear. “They like the audience. It adds to the excitement. They get off, knowing they have someone watching.”

“How do they know we’re watching? Can they see us?” My voice is small, and I glance back at them, feeling the warmth flood my system. The look on the woman’s face is pure bliss. I don’t think I’ve ever had that type of experience when it came to sex.

“The light that came on is an indicator someone is in this room. There’s another room on the other side too.”

“Are you a member?” my voice is low, whisper like.

“Yes.”

I lick my dry lips as I watch the couple. My skin is on fire and when Bucky traces his finger along my bare arm I shiver. I feel this in the pit of my stomach, and I so badly want to take care of my urges. I turn to face him, needing to see his reaction to my next question. “Do you have someone regular you do this type of thing with?”

“At the moment? No. But that all depends.”

“Oh what?”

“You.”

My heart is hammering out of my chest. I stay frozen as he lowers his face toward mine. No! I push back on his hard chest, he stumbles a little, not anticipating my strength. It’s enough room for me to reach the handle and pull the door open in a frenzy. I run as fast as I can with the heels on and see the elevator straight ahead. Home free!

Steve comes out from behind a counter and I freeze. I hear Bucky coming up behind me, his growl making it apparent just how unhappy he is. I kick off my heels and run down another hallway. “Steve, get her before she gets hurt.” Steve is closing in on me, I can feel it. I push on a door and it pops open. I close it and lock it behind me leaning against it. I close my eyes and try to get my breathing under control. Note to self, do more cardio.

“Well, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes. Why aren’t you dressed appropriately?” A man asks.

I snap my eyes open and look at him as he snaps a belt between his hands, the sounds of the leather clapping together echos in the small room. My hand fumbles with the lock and I manage to get it open, walking right into Steve. I grip his waist, hugging him tight and bury my face in his chest.

“Tony, what the fuck did you do to my fiancée?” Bucky growls, standing directly in front of him.

He puts his hands up in surrender. “I didn’t do anything to her. I was waiting for Pepper and she came in. Thought I was going to get to enjoy a threesome. I just asked why she wasn’t dressed right.” He narrows his eyes, “Fiancée, huh? Where’s her ring? Why is she clinging to Steve, instead of you?”

The noise that comes from his chest is raw and animalistic. “None of your damned business. If you want to continue to be a patron here you’ll never look at her again.”

He slams the door shut on Tony and turns back to us. Steve is rubbing soothing motions on my back as I shake in his embrace.

“I just want to go home. Bring me home, please,” I whisper.

“I’ve got her, Steve.” Bucky tries to pull me away from him and I won’t budge.

“No. I want Steve to take me home.”

“I’ve got her, man. I’ll make sure she stays safe.”

Bucky sighs, and quietly says, “I’m sorry, Y/N.”

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Angel.

Pairing: Dick Grayson/Reader.

Warnings: Smut. People not going to hospitals when they obviously need to. Damian being a little shit.

Word Count: 2833.

Rating: 18+.

Masterlist.

So... I’ve been trying to post this for the past three days. I guess I can’t because of that stupid text block limit, so thanks @staff So, guys, if you wanna read it in full, follow the link at the end.

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You hear several loud thuds on the fire escape that pull you out of your concentration in the kitchen, lowering the fire on the stove you run into the living room and, even when there’s a small voice in your head telling you it is a bad idea, you move towards the window and open it, gasping in surprise when you see what, or rather who, has fallen down your fire escape. You have definitely heard of the guy, Nightwing. He’s unconscious, that much you can tell and you know you can’t leave him out there to be found, so you poke half your body out of the window and place your hands under his arms, tugging him inside your apartment. You groan due to the effort as you pull him towards your sofa, laying him on it and running to close your window and blinds, then walk to the kitchen and turn off your stove.

You ponder how bad of an idea this actually is. He’s a costumed superhero, he was probably out fighting some big bad guy when he fell down the fire escape and you dragged him into your apartment, so there has to be someone looking for him, not to mention he’s known for associating with other costumes, so after a while they’ll start looking for him, too. He groans and you turn to him again as he sits up.

“I don’t think that is a good idea right now” You say trying to keep your voice from revealing just how actually nervous you are “You fell down a fire escape, probably have a concussion” You walk to him and softly push him back down “You probably should go to a hospital”

Nightwing laughs and shakes his head, groaning again “Are you an angel?” He asks and you look at him in confusion.

“What?” You ask feeling the heat spread through your face.

“Are you an angel?” Nightwing repeats and looks down at his thighs, making you follow the direction of his eyes, he has a cut on his thigh, deep enough to make it real hard to stand or walk “Right now you look like an angel”

You snort and cover you mouth with your hand “You need a hospital. You really do”

“Speaking of bad ideas” He says and lets the phrase floating in the air “Hospitals and costumes don’t mix well”

“But you… You’re hurt. That cut on your thigh… And your head you probably have several broken ribs, too” You say taking your phone, you can’t really process how fast he can move in his state, because soon enough you’re with your hands behind your back and your back to his chest, his warm, bated breath fanning over your skin.

“Please, no hospitals” He says in a tone that lets you know is not a discussion, let alone a negotiation.

“Ok, no hospitals… Just… Just… Let me call a friend, then. She’s a nurse” You say softly as you relax “At least let her check you out, ok?”

“Ok” He says letting you go.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/17868896

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Sweet Success - Chapter 6

A/N: Thank you to everyone who is reading and commenting/reblogging! I love that you love this as much as I do!

Square filled: Bakery AU - @star-spangled-bingo

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader, kids Isabella and Rebecca and James

Word Count: 1413

Warnings:fluff

Pics are not mine!

Chapter Five - Everyone’s A Winner

Chapter Six - Double Dates

A Week Later

“Mom, are you REALLY coming out with me and James?”

“No, I already talked to James’s dad. We’re calling off the chaperoning,” you told her.

Isabella squealed in delight. “My first real date with a boy!”

“Did you expect it to be a girl? You quipped with a grin.

Isabella rolled her eyes. “Mooooom! I love that you’re open-minded but I think you knew from day one that Bec and I were going to be as boy crazy as you used to be.”

You groaned. “Don’t remind me! Did I ever tell you I kissed a boy when I was seven?”

“Yes, I think that was one of the first bedtime stories you gave me, right?”

You tossed a pillow from the couch at your daughter with a loud laugh. “You are too much like me for your own good! Is that what you’re wearing?”

Isabella looked down at her dark-washed jeans and red flowery blouse with a frown. “I thought it was cute without being too over-the-top. It’s a first date, mom, not the prom.”

“You look nice! Sorry, I didn’t mean to sound critical,” you acknowledged. “You have your cell phone? Spare money in case?”

“I swear if you ask any more questions…” Isabella teased. “I’m ready! The Uber app is set up in case things don’t go well. You and I have had ‘the talk’ and I know I’m not doing that any time soon. Now I’m nervous.”

“Sorry! I’ll stop with the questions.” The doorbell rang. “At least I’ll stop asking you questions,” you amended with a chuckle.

Isabella ran to the door to intercept you. She took a deep breath and opened the door. You didn’t miss the wide grin that appeared.

“Hey James! Hi, Mr. Rogers,” you heard Isabella say. Wait, what?

Steve and James stepped over the threshold. James had a lovely bouquet of wildflowers that he handed Isabella; both kids were blushing as they stood there a bit awkwardly. Steve had a similar bouquet, which he extended towards you. “I hope this is okay?” he asked with a rueful grin.

“They’re beautiful; thank you Steve,” you took a deep breath reveling in the fresh scents. Then you noticed the pizza box in his other hand. “Um…”

Steve’s grin faltered. “It’s ok. I just thought…”

You took a deep breath before offering him a genuine smile. “It’s very nice of you. You’re more than welcome to stay.” You turned towards Isabella and James who seemed very interested in your exchange. “You two are excused. Back by midnight please!” The two needed no encouragement and raced out the door.

“So,” you turned back to Steve, “what kind of pizza are you trying to tempt me with?” You opened the box; your eyes widened slightly in surprise. The pepperoni, bacon, and mushroom combo was one of your favorites, but the girls tended to overrule the mushrooms so you rarely had it. “Did someone tip you off?” you asked as you closed the box.

Steve set the box down on the coffee table, on top of the newspaper laying there. “Is it okay there?” You nodded. “Yeah a little birdy may have tipped me off.”

“Did that same little birdy make sure my other daughter was going to be at a friend’s tonight?”

Steve coughed out a laugh. “I don’t know, but I think my son may have had a hand in it too, to be honest.”

You shook your head with a laugh of your own. “Let me grab some plates and drinks. Pop? Water? Beer or wine?”

“Red wine?” You nodded. “Sure, if you’ll join me.”

You stepped into the kitchen, keeping your back turned for just a moment. You had secretly hoped to spend more time with Steve, but certainly not this quickly or intimately. You grabbed a couple of plates and wine glasses, bringing them out to the living room. Steve sat on the couch, fiddling with his phone until he saw you. “It’s awfully quiet at the moment. Okay if I turn on my Spotify?”

“Sure! Let me just grab the wine.” You went back to the kitchen while Steve mentally crossed his fingers and selected the playlist James and Isabella had suggested. The soft sounds of Josh Groban started as you came back into view. Steve set the phone on the armrest and opened the box. He grabbed a plate, pulled out a piece of the pizza, then handed it to you before doing the same for himself. You let the plate sit on the coffee table as you opened the wine and poured. You handed one glass to Steve then took a gulp from your own glass. I might need liquid courage for this to go well, you thought.

“He was so sure of himself,” you giggled as you poured out a second glass of wine. “I kept telling him Stark was going to fire him if he kept throwing around crazy tech ideas but he never listened to me.”

Steve shook his head and chuckled. “That was Bucky; always coming up with crazy ideas. But Stark must have trusted him if he was still working there when he…” Steve took a sip of his wine and watched as your face fell. “I’m sorry for bringing that up; it still has to be hard for you.”

You nodded as your eyes watered. “It’s a little less each day, but I still miss him. There are random times I expect to see him… but I also know that I need to move on. He wouldn’t want me moping around like I have been.”

Steve’s throat caught as he watched you brush a tear from your cheek. The temptation to pull you into his arms and comfort you was stronger than he thought it would be but he kept himself in check. “After Nat left me, I threw myself into work. I kept my focus James and work. Moving on is hard, so I understand. At least a little,” he added.

You took another piece of pizza and chewed on a bite, studying Steve. He was more relaxed then when he first arrived. His left arm rested across the back of the couch. His legs spread open; his position has shifted more and more towards your direction. No matter where his gaze started in the room, it always came back to you. He caught you staring. You dropped your gaze and blushed. You heard groans from the couch and looked up. Steve had moved from the center to the end closest to you and your chair; his left foot grazed your right absently. His left hand reached out and grabbed your right hand.

“Y/n, can I make a confession here?” You noticed the color in his cheeks and neck as you nodded. “I knew you… before high school.”

Your jaw dropped a bit. “I was older than you and Bucky. Did you have an older sibling in my class?”

“No. You rode my bus though, back in grade school. You used to live in the same allotment as my family,” Steve squeezed your hand once before continuing. “I had the biggest crush on you.”

“You did?” You sucked in a small breath at the news. What if… could you have…your thoughts started running a mile a minute, tuning out whatever Steve was saying. “Wait, back up, what was that last part?”

Steve’s blush was back. “You remember Bucky and Sam and I in home ec., right?”

You shook your head.”I found the picture in the yearbook, but nothing stands out from the actual class.”

Steve took a bite of his remaining pizza and chewed before speaking. “We were always goofing off. Talking loudly in group projects, pretending to be hot shots. You were usually the one to tell us to pipe down.”

You tried hard to remember but his closeness was starting to affect you. You were suddenly more interested in his warm scent invading your nostrils (cinnamon?) and the range of muscles that moved under his blue sweater as he fidgeted. “I honestly don’t remember that; sorry.”

Steve yawned suddenly. “What time is it?” His arms stretched over his head revealing a sliver of his stomach between the sweater and his jeans. Your mouth watered involuntarily. You stifled a groan and looked down at your watch. “Eight o’clock,” you answered with a grin. “Is it past your bedtime already?”

“Not even close,” he answered back with another yawn.

To Be Continued

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